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Rebecca and I

By: christy20



I got up from bed, early in the afternoon, after a wet dream I had. I didn't have a clear vision of what I had seen but I was all wet and seemed that I had climaxed, somehow. The only thing I remembered, dimly, was me and Rebecca having a peeing session. I got mad at myself because I couldn't remember any details.

I stood up and pulled off my short nightie and tossed it away. I walked near the mirror and started looking at my image, admiring my luscious body. I must tell you that I'm a 19 year old Greek girl; 5'9" tall, dark brown-shoulder length-hair and eyes, 140 pounds, 36 b, brown nipples and I always shave my pussy.

Most people say that I have a nice friendly face which always smiles but they don't know that I love dominating other girls. Especially older deprived ones, like my slave Rebecca.

I was looking at my image in the mirror while trying to bring in memory the dream I had earlier but to no avail. Slowly, I began touching and caressing my body, starting from my breasts, going down my hips and then around and between my thighs. My nipples were so much erected that were aching upon touch and my thighs were wet as if I had peed in my pants.

My hands were going also behind my back, feeling my toned asscheeks,squeezing and parting, making my breath coming out at short intervals. I always admire my body and enjoy making love to myself, but that day I had other thoughts about it. I had to have an orgasm but not by touching myself. I wanted to use my slave; after all, what is the idea of having one, if you can't use her? I had to use my slut and that exactly was what I intended to do.

I quickly changed my wet pants, picking up a new g-string, which I had bought the day before. It's a pink one, with a black fur on the front, while the back-string is so slim that looks like a thread. I also chose a mini leather skirt-I love leather so much!-and a tank top, all of which were black. I didn't pick a bra as my breasts don't need any support. I wore my knee-high black leather boots, applied a dark pink lip-gloss on my lips and a blue eye-liner. I had painted my nails black the day before, so I picked up a mini black bag and off I went.

My slave works in a big company as an assistant accountant and lately, she had been forced to work overtime. Rebecca is a middle aged woman with auburn hair, green eyes and keeps her body in good shape-for me!!! I entered her office furiously, slamming the door behind me, and many people turned their eyes off their monitors just to see who it was. 

I walked straight at her desk and I said: "Get up we are leaving."

She looked startled and tried to say something about how much work she had to do and other nonsense, but when she saw the daggers on my eyes, she lowered her head obediently, got up from her chair and walked right over her superior's office, mumbling some cheap excuses.

All the people in the office were staring at me, but they turned their heads away when I looked back angrily at them. When Rebecca returned, I grabbed her from hand and, literally, and dragged her out, showing to others whose property she was. She tried to ask me what was going on but with my free hand I slapped her hard on her right cheek, in front of the eyes of the staggered receptionist. She lowered her head down and let me lead the way to my car. Her face was bright red and I can tell you, she was on the verge of climax. Ohhh ... I know very well my filthy slut.

As I was driving to a restaurant which I used to visit long time ago, I looked at her. She was breathing heavily, dressed in her office suit, which was made exactly for her looking innocent and old fashioned. She could fool anyone but me; because I know very well what kind of a bitch she is and her lust for serving and obeying my orders.

I wanted to humiliate her; right there in my car, while we were waiting for the light to turn green, but the last moment I managed to control myself. The urge to put her head between my legs was so intense that made me gasping from anticipation. She looked at me with those big green puppy eyes and immediately understood my condition, which caused her to grin.

Oh my God! I have never tolerated such behavior in my life and especially those that come from my slaves, so I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled hard, making her shouting from pain.

"Listen bitch", I said, "when are you going to learn that you aren't allowed to look straight at my eyes without permission?" 

"I m very sorry Mistress Christy" she replied. "I didn't mean to do that, I apologize." 

"Pitiful bitch, I'll teach you a nice lesson that you will never forget." "Thank you Mistress Christy" she said.

Oh my God, she thanked me! That day she had gone really far!!! I clenched my teeth inside my mouth and I was ready to hit her harder than ever before, but, unfortunately, we had arrived at the restaurant's parking.

I parked the car and dragged her inside. The place is very nice and aristocratic, I would say, but rather small, containing only a dozen of tables. The thing I love most in this restaurant is that all tables are covered from nice green velvet tablecloths which go down to the floor. I stood dubious for a while, trying to find a proper table fitting for my hideous intentions, and when I spotted one, I walked over there immediately.

At that time, there were only three families sitting at separated tables to the other side of the restaurant. The waiter waited for us to suit ourselves and then he came over and took our order. I ordered a shrimp-salad for me and a stake with fries for her along with a bottle of champagne, which cost over 100 dollars.

Rebecca had no doubt who was going to pay for all that and couldn't hide a sigh. I looked angrily at her and asked if she had any objections. She said she hadn't with a trembling voice. She started eating her stake when I threw down my bag on purpose.

I whispered in her ear: "Get down on your knees and go underneath the table".

She looked at me as if she couldn't believe what her ears had heard.

"You will catch my bag and then you will crawl underneath. I shall spread my legs for you and you are going to suck my pussy. If you do it too slow, I will kick you on your teeth. If you do it too fast, I will do the same. You are going to shove your tongue inside me, as deep as you can, but you won't use any fingers. You are to suck all my juices and drink every drop. If you miss a drop, I will kick you hard and toss you off the table. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" I almost shouted.

She nodded weakly and at the time when no one was looking, she slid on the floor and crawled under the table, putting back in place the tablecloth. I opened my legs, as wide as I could, and slid my g-string to the side, exposing my moist pussy to her. As nobody was watching, I started eating my salad, looking carefully, left and right, to see if anyone had noticed, what was going on. I felt her hands around my calves, stroking and caressing my soft skin, fondling their way up to my thighs.

She passed her tongue over my left inner thigh gently, licking her way up, leaving trails of saliva behind. She traced my right inner, thigh the same way, with her lips, making me shivering from delight. She positioned herself between my legs and wrapped her hands around my thighs. With the tip of her tongue, she outlined the exterior of my pussy, stopping for a while to tease my protruding clit, and then, continued, completing her circle.

I felt all my blood, going on my face and pelvis and couldn't stop groaning. Then she began lapping my pussylips, flicking her tongue over them, in a steady manner. I was so horny, feeling my juices flooding all over my pussy, lubricating my hole so much. I was clutching the tablecloth so furiously that my hands had turned pale, while my fingernails were scratching the inside of my palm so hard that it amazed me the fact they hadn't bled yet.

She kept lapping on my pussy like a hungry cat, licking and swallowing my juices all over, burying her nose inside me most of the times. I couldn't stop moaning and trying to stay, as still and silent as I could. Suddenly, she plunged her whole tongue inside me and she began ramming it, in and out, making sure to rub it along my pussy-walls, each time. I nearly jumped off my chair and the waiter came over to see what was happening. He asked if I was ill or something and I assured him that everything was okay. He looked at the empty chair and a big question mark appeared on his face. I told him that my friend had gone to the ladies room. He shrugged off and went back at his post.

That bitch hadn't stopped tongue-fucking me for a single moment. Maybe she wanted me to moan in front of the waiter, to humiliate me...Oooh she didn't know what I had in store for her. I felt the tension, building up inside my body, starting from my toes and going up all the way around my hips and inside my burning clit. I admitted that I had taught her very well and she had been a good student.

Never before, had she licked a young juicy cunt like mine and she was relishing every minute of it. She picked up her pace carefully and started driving her tongue deep inside, moving it up and down, left and right. Jolts of joy started to run through my vagina and I knew that I wouldn't last for long. Her tongue was brushing my inner lips, up and down, while her hands were running amok along my thighs and calves. Couldn't keep my body still and I was twisting and swirling on my chair, while trying to bear a bored expression on my face so as no one could see my situation.

No one knows what is like being in such situation, unless he/she has tried it. That bitch knows exactly what I like and what turns me on. Her tongue was going crazy inside my cunt, in and out, when suddenly she grabbed my swollen clit with her lips and sucked it so hard like a vacuum cleaner. That was the last straw.

My ass rose, literally, 3 feet from my chair, my hips clenched, my pelvis lunged forward, and I started spasming uncontrollably like a broken toy. I was cumming so hard like never before, producing gallons of fluids right in her mouth; muscles were contracting, legs and hands quivering, body shells screaming my orgasm aloud.

Thanks God the music was loud, so no one heard my groan of pleasure. I sat down shaking and I let her dry me clean. I gave her a signal under the table that everything was okay and she could sit back on her chair. She did as she was told, and started eating once again.

Her complexion was red, her breath heavy, and she looked aroused. I put my string back in place and went to the ladies room. I opened the door carefully, seeing no one there and went straight to the mirror. My face was red too as if I had run a 100 miles and I was breathing heavily. I corrected my eye-liner, applied some lip-gloss and went into a cabinet.

From my bag I drew an empty bottle, used to contain some lube once, and I opened it. I slid my g-string aside, squatted and started peeing inside the bottle. When I finished, I closed it, walked out of the cabinet and went straight to my table.

I could see Rebecca eating her meal but she was too excited to concentrate on her food. I sat next to her and told her that I had something especially for her. She opened her eyes and started smiling at me. I took her glass of champagne and brought it under the table. I opened my bottle, which was full from my piss, and filled her glass.

I gave it back and whispered in her ear: "You always wanted to taste my piss so it's your chance now to drink my golden fluid. I want you to drink it all bitch and if you gag I shall kick you hard".

While I was whispering to her ear, my right arm was under the table caressing her right thigh. I parted her legs and my hand slid between her thighs, rubbing and grabbing her wet pussy. 

"Ooooh Mistress Christy.......oooh you are so kind with me" she mumbled.

I tugged the elastic of her panties and slid my hand underneath. 

"Mmmm.....ghhhhhh....." were her words.

She was drinking my piss from the glass, savoring my salty taste while my fingers were working on her slit. My left arm was around her shoulders, and if someone watched us, the only thing he could imagine, would be, that I was saying something secret and pleasant to her.

My index and middle fingers were deep in her cunt, while my thumb was on her clit, rubbing it hard. I started pumping her fast, making sure to rub my fingers along her pussywalls, as my thumb was pressing hard against her clit. "Oh gosh...oh fuck... oh Jesus ..." she started moaning but neither saint, nor god could help her now, while she was under my spell.

I searched and found her pee-hole; so I started tickling it with the tip of my finger-gently, at first, more aggressively then. The tip of my index finger was drawing circles around her pee-hole, while my thumb was pressing her clit right on its base. She was completely lost in a fantastic world of her own, living the dreams of her youth.

After a prolonged tickling, I squeezed and pressed my finger there, for about 3 seconds and then released it. Immediately, I put her clit between my thumb and index and rolled it. That was too much for her. At first she started peeing-I felt it right on my hand-while her muscles contracted so much that her pelvis kicked backwards the back of her chair. 

"Whoa!!! ...... ARGGGHHHHHH... OOOOOOOOOOO ..." was her reaction.

Her head fell suddenly on her chest and then her whole body arched forward, sending her head backwards again. Her piss was coming out in short bursts, while her thighs were trembling, as if she was being electrocuted. Her body couldn't decide what to do; to climax first and pee later?...Or vice versa? So, it chose the middle way, letting her cum and pee at intervals.

The waiter run at us and asked what happened, but I found my composure at the right time, and answered that a bone had stuck in her throat, so I hit her on the back to make her spit it out. After my explanations, I asked for the bill, therefore he left and let us alone. My fingers were stuck inside her pussy, during that time, being squeezed by her mighty muscles. While she was trying to regain her senses, after having that powerful orgasm, I pulled out my fingers abruptly, and then ... a second wave followed.... Too short of course but with the same impact upon her.

Her eyes rolled back her mouth opened and... At the last moment I managed to put my hand on her mouth closing it shut... She groaned like a sex-starved lioness, she almost bit my hand. She was howling her pleasure inside her throat and everything inside her seemed to be partying. Luckily, I managed to comfort and sooth her. She was too weak to do anything, so I took her bag and paid the bill, leaving a big tip for the waiter. Of course, she was a wreck, but, somehow, we managed to get up and leave together, with me providing support. I put her next to the driver's seat and immediately she fell asleep. I drove her to my home ...

END.

Written by Christy Mars and dedicated to Rebecca the writer.

Copyright © 2006

Rebecca and Laurie



Rebecca slowly began to unzip her sleeping bag. Laurie was looking her right in the eyes, her blue gaze unwavering. All around them, kids were sleeping, snoring lightly in the depths of the morning. But Rebecca hadn't been able to sleep one wink, not with Laurie lying so close nearby. 

Rebecca and Laurie had both agreed to become camp counselors at the kids' camp near their parents' resort. While their families, best friends since the beginning of time, were vacationing in the luxury of the beachside hotel across the lake, Laurie and Rebecca had both opted for the adventure of helping run the camp in the woods, away from civilization, so to speak. 

Usually, the secret lovers managed to bunk together, to find their way into each other's arms without anyone noticing. But now, all around them in little pup tents were sleeping campers and very alert counselors. 

Rebecca had been watching Laurie all night, once all the talking had died down. They didn't share their tent with anyone else; they'd at least been able to get that much privacy. But in the silence of the clearing they had chosen to camp out in tonight, voices carried, as did any sound anyone made. 

Moving her fingers very slowly, Rebecca pried the fat metal zipper of her sleeping bag down lower. Laurie's eyes flickered from hers, then, and looked at Rebecca's chest. Rebecca was wearing the expected T-shirt with the camp logo on it. Now she slowly pulled up the hem, letting it rise over her smooth flat belly. She knew Laurie was drinking in every bit of flesh she was exposing. She pulled it up further, then stopped. The hem was now around the under-curve of Rebecca's breasts, giving Laurie a teasing glimpse of her mounds. 

"Now you," Rebecca mouthed to Laurie, nodding at the girl. 

Laurie raised an eyebrow then turned around, looking towards the flap of the tent. Then she looked back at Rebecca and bit her lip shyly. Rebecca giggled but covered the sound with her hand. Then, trying to look serious, she began to lower the edge of her T-shirt. 

Laurie's eyes went wide and she shook her head, objecting. Rebecca nodded at her again, smiling. And finally Laurie began to undo her sleeping bag. As the zipper slowly slid down, Rebecca's green eyes went wide. As the quilted material parted, Laurie's naked chest was slowly exposed to Rebecca. 

The little slut was half naked in that bag! Rebecca gulped, looking at Laurie's busty chest. She'd always been envious of the other girl's blossoming womanhood, until they had been teens and had realized their mutual attraction for each other. And still, in their twenties now, Laurie's chest was a feast for the eyes. Her tits were round, golden tanned from nude sun bathing, and topped with dark brown nipples that now stood erect in the chill of the dark morning. 

Rebecca licked her lips, thinking of her tongue running around those nipples. Then Laurie nodded at her. It was her turn. 

She lifted her T-shirt up now, all the way. Then she cupped one of her smaller, perkier breasts, giving it a squeeze. Laurie groaned, and Rebecca shushed her. But she kept her hand on her breast, rubbing it around and around in front of Laurie's eyes. 

She knew how best to turn her partner on.

But Laurie knew all about fair play. Laurie's hand went to one of her naked breasts now, too. And she moved the heavy tit around and around, like Rebecca had. Then, with ease, she lifted the breast upwards. Soon, her own mouth was wrapped around her nipple, her lips tugging at it viciously. 

Rebecca hissed. It was too much. She pushed the zipper of her sleeping bag down and reached over to Laurie, dragging the girl by the arm until she was closer. Then she clamped her mouth over Laurie's mouth, her hand rubbing that wetted nipple beneath her palm. 

Laurie moaned, her mouth pliant against Rebecca's. And Rebecca squeezed Laurie's breast hard, as if to say 'bad girl'. Then she began to lower her hand into Laurie's sleeping bag. She kept her mouth on her partner's, sucking her lips and teasing with her tongue. Her fingers ran down the length of Laurie's side, to her thighs. She was completely naked in her sleeping bag. 

Rebecca groaned and Laurie shivered. 

Her fingers went between Laurie's thighs, playing over the downy fur there. Then she was spreading the girl's legs forcefully with her fingers. Mercilessly, she plunged two digits into Laurie's tight canal. Laurie's privacy squeezed around Rebecca's fingers as she thrust them up inside the girl. She wiggled them, teasing Laurie, then pulling them out. Viciously, Rebecca began to piston her fingers in and out of her lover's puss. 

It was her way of saying, "this is what you get for being so easy for me to have." 

Laurie's mouth was hot now. Her whole body was fevered. Rebecca grinned, moving her mouth down to the other girl's chest. She started to suckle on one of the breasts, her teeth biting over the nipple ruthlessly. 

Laurie was losing control now. Her back was arching, and she was writhing in her sleeping bag. Rebecca pushed the zipper down more, lapping at the smooth belly that was beneath her mouth. 

And where her fingers had been, her mouth now was. 

Laurie's fingers went into Rebecca's red hair, gripping her almost painfully. But Rebecca had had to watch Laurie bounce around all day in her tight T-shirt and short shorts. She'd had to watch Laurie flirting with the boy camp counselors, and it had driven her insane. She hadn't thought they'd be able to play together tonight. But when finally in the darkness of the morning, they had given in, Rebecca wasn't about to let the chance to taste Laurie go. 

Her mouth drank from Laurie hungrily, slurping up every drop of the other girl's juices that she could. And Laurie was moaning, writhing, squirming. 

At last, she was cumming.

Rebecca moved her fingers inside the girl again, fucking her furiously, quickly, drinking her nectar. 

Then there was a sound at the tent flap, a rustling noise. Someone was coming in! 

Rebecca threw herself against the far wall, wiping desperately at her mouth. 

"Who's there?" Laurie called out. 

One of the male counselors, one of Laurie's suitors actually, popped his head into the tent, flashlight glaring into the girl's faces. 

"I thought I heard a noise, I uh, wanted to make sure you guys were okay," he said. His flashlight beam moved from Laurie's face to Rebecca's and back. 

Grumbling, Rebecca rolled over, facing the back of the tent and muttering soft curses. Laurie giggled and laughed with the boy, assuring him that it was only her having a wet dream about him. That made him blush, but when he asked softly if she wanted to go for a walk, Laurie pointed out that sexual relations between counselors were quite forbidden, and that even though she was in college, she wasn't allowed to date strange boys. Her voice sounded so honest and innocent, the man left feeling ashamed for ever asking such a thing. 

Finally, Laurie was closing the tent flap, and turning over in her sleeping bag. She called out Rebecca's name. But Rebecca didn't answer, pretending to be asleep. Then she felt Laurie's hand shaking her lightly on the shoulder. 

"Rebecca?" 

"Be quiet. There's people trying to sleep," Rebecca grumbled. 

Laurie's hand left her alone, then. Soon, sleep really was about to claim Rebecca. Her eyes were closed, and her mind was drifting at last. She didn't hear anything anymore. 

But when Laurie slipped into Rebecca's sleeping bag and zipped the zipper back up around her, when she pressed her naked and still moist body against Rebecca's back, Rebecca woke up completely. She spun around, facing her lover. 

"What are you --" 

But Laurie's mouth came over hers tightly, sucking the words from her lips. The girl's hand went down between Rebecca's legs, and soon Laurie was rubbing Rebecca's puss through her shorts. Rebecca moaned, but Laurie's mouth over hers kept the noise soft.  

Laurie rubbed vigorously before finally pushing one leg of the shorts aside. Now her fingers were teasing over Rebecca's mons, then dipping in to touch against the hardened clitoris. Laurie was gentler than Rebecca, a delicate and tender lover. 

Rebecca put a hand out onto one of Laurie's ample tits, squeezing the breast hard. She loved the feel of Laurie's body in her hands. Laurie's fingers finally opened Rebecca's folds, and one slender digit disappeared inside her sheath, stroking slowly there. Laurie knew just how to touch a woman, and especially knew Rebecca's weaknesses. 

Rebecca tried to break from Laurie's kiss. She wanted to moan, cry out, call Laurie's name in pleasure. But Laurie didn't let her mouth go. They were surrounded by people who wouldn't understand. So Laurie stayed clamped to Rebecca, her hand pressed against Rebecca's sex, her fingers wriggling madly. 

Rebecca was about to cum. But she pushed Laurie's hand away. 

"I hate cumming that way," she hissed. "It feels childish." 

"But we can't do more, Rebecca. We'd get caught." 

Rebecca looked into Laurie's eyes and began to drop kisses against the girl's cheeks and neck. 

"I don't care. I want to fuck you." 

Rebecca pushed Laurie back onto the ground beneath the tent and pushed the sleeping bags off of them both. The morning air was chilly and wet. And through the thin fabricof the tent the sun was rising. 

Rebecca didn't care that she would be a moving silhouette for anyone who was watching her tent. As the sun began to pour through the material of their abode, she spread Laurie's legs, then removed her shorts. She pulled her T-shirt off and put a hand on her lover's mons. She had to make sure the other girl was as wet as she was. 

Then slowly, expertly, Rebecca lifted one of her legs and put it around Laurie's hip. Now her privacy was pressed tightly to Laurie's. A small slant, and suddenly, they were grinding against each other. Rebecca could feel the hard bud of her clit rubbing over Laurie's cunny, the two sets of lips mashed to each other. As she writhed like this over her lover, her own clit teased over Laurie's hole, exciting her. 

She clung to Laurie's thigh, holding it against her as she ground against the other girl. 

"Ah, Rebecca! Ah ah ah!" Laurie was squealing softly. 

"I want to -- fuck -- you" Rebecca hissed, bucking harder. 

For a moment, she thought about what it would be like to have sex with a man, to have a man pounding into her. Then she thought what it would be like to be a man, to have Laurie writhing beneath her as she thrust deep into the girl's crevices. 

Maybe in another life, she had been a man like that. But for now, she had this body. She fucked Laurie harder, thinking about that. And then her hips moved more viciously, grinding painfully against her lover. 

Rebecca thought what it would be like to have a strap-on. To have Laurie crying out lustily beneath her. As she thought about that, she began to cum. Her orgasm was deep, body-shaking, and she was hard pressed to keep herself locked to Laurie. 

Finally, exhausted, she let go and collapsed. 

Panting, Laurie sat up and tucked Rebecca back into her sleeping bag. And the two didn't stir from the tent for hours, until everyone else was awake. 

When one of their young charges mentioned bears to them, they were curious. But when the child said it sounded like the bears were sick, making all kinds of odd moaning noises, Rebecca just looked at Laurie and winked.



Rebecca and Rob



I'd been friends with Rebecca and Rob for years, and we'd spent a lot of time together. They didn't mind me being the third wheel, and I loved being in their company. The fact that I was sexually attracted to both of them was a secret I thought I'd kept reasonably well. She was dark haired and blue eyed, a fitness nut with a firm everything. Five and a half feet tall (I don't dare guess her weight), with a radiant smile and a confident and friendly disposition that also warned that she wasn't one to be pushed around. He was 6' 1", probably 195 lbs of masculinity, gifted with athletic ability a handsome face, and he had the manners of an English butler. Both were well read and had successful careers underway. While I respected their relationship, it was not the usual one to which I accustomed. Rob was rather overtly deferential to Rebecca in conversation and in behavior. He would fill her glass when it was empty, he would never interrupt her, and he'd stop speaking as soon as she interrupted him. He would cast his gaze downward at the slightest rebuke from her lips. He usually was busy doing some sort of chore when I was over, while she and I relaxed. I was always intrigued.

This particular Saturday, I'd offered to lend them a hand on some basement remodeling. I'm a carpenter by trade, and while they are willing, they don't have the expertise to do this job themselves. I'd normally expect to be paid for this, but they were friends. Plus being in Rebecca's presence offered enough motivation in itself. Rebecca greeted me with our standard friendly kiss, albeit it with a mischievous twinkle in her eye that only became apparent on reflection later.

"Where's Rob" I wondered.

"Oh, he got tied up at the last minute, but he should be free again a little later," she responded. Again, a signal. The words, the lilt in her voice was below my radar at the time. "Why don't we get started, and Rob can join us later?"

Sure, no problem. In fact, the thought of private time with Rebecca sounded pretty ok with me. Maybe some alone time with her would allow me to ask a few questions about their relationship.

Her phone buzzed and she read a message. "I hope you won't think I'm taking advantage of your good nature, "she interrupted, "but I'm afraid I have to run out for a bit. I just received a call from the office. They have a small crisis and need my guidance on how to proceed. I promise I won't be more than two hours. Do you mind getting started without me, since you're already here?"

Crestfallen, I forced a smile and said, "sure, Rebecca, I know how these things go. Take your time. I'll be here when you get back." She replied, "Thanks, you're a sweetie. I'm sure Rob will come soon. Oh, and sorry about how messy it is around here. I guess we need to hire a maid."

I watched her pull out of the driveway, and headed to the basement to begin the day's work. The basement had several nooks, one of which was closed off by a door. As I began setting up the sawhorses and equipment, I thought I heard a groan from behind that door. I stopped and listened. I heard a second one, definitely a groan.

"Rob?" I called out. No answer. I moved closer to the door, and now I could also hear a buzzing sound. Cautiously, I opened the door.

In the faint light, I saw him. He was seated in the middle of the space. He was blindfolded and gagged, his legs tied to the chair, and his arms behind him, out of view (tied also, I soon discovered). His ears were covered by headphones, and as I crept closer I could hear the white noise filling his head. Oh, and he was naked.

The groans were from him, obviously, and the buzzing was from the Hitachi strapped to his leg and positioned such that his cock rested on it, until he hardened again and contact ceased. I watched this cycle play out and saw the drool leaking from his cock. I looked around for Rebecca, and remembered seeing her drive away. This was obviously her doing. What did she intend? For me to find him, or for him to stay that way while we worked all day? Should I free him? I didn't know.

"ROB!" I called to him loudly. Nothing, not a move. I moved my hands quickly to his fact. No movement. I walked behind him, confirmed the captivity of his arms, and clapped right behind his head. No reaction.

I should have put all the pieces together, but I just wasn't thinking straight. He couldn't hear or see who was with him. He didn't seem to be in pain or discomfort. Quite the opposite, it seemed like he was in some deep psychological place of contentment. Subspace. I decided it wasn't my place to interfere with Becky and Rob's personal life. If she wanted him tied up, and he wasn't in danger, then I'd let him be. But maybe I would take a closer look at him, at his body, and they'd never know. I wasn't think about security cameras or network feeds. I'm a carpenter, not an IT person.

I walked in front of him again, and looked at his body. His pecs, chiseled and just slightly hairy . His rock hard abs. And his cock. Oh, his cock was beautiful. I wanted to taste him. I stopped thinking of the consequences. I should have known he'd know it was me. Who else could it have been? Rebecca? Maybe, but a simple dialog between them would dispel that theory. I didn't think of that then. A stupid idea occurred to me, and I acted on it. If I wore some of Rebecca's lingerie and he felt it, he might believe it was she who was doing this to him. The idea appealed immediately to my feminine side. I wore panties pretty much all the time, and dressed up in lingerie at my place routinely. I have very little body hair and in fact I shave what little there is, telling people it's because I'm a bicyclist and it's easier to clean out scrapes that way. Yeah, that's the ticket, that's why I do it. 

I'd fantasized more than once about wearing some of Becky's things. I'd fantasized numerous times about sucking Rob's cock. Here was my chance to experience both. I'd also fantasized about being dominated by Rebecca. It didn't occur to me that I was laying the groundwork to that experience, too.

I stripped out of my clothes and ran naked, but for my lace panties up two flights of stairs in their house. Fortunately, I'm small framed and only 5' 7", and I figured that her things would fit me reasonably well. I picked out a lavender chemise from her closet. It felt silky and heavenly. I found a pair of four inch heels, black, strapless mules that fit reasonably well. I spritzed myself with the Eau de toilette I found in the bathroom, figuring it would add to the ruse. It was I scent I'd smelled on her earlier today. I even applied a little bit of lipstick. Red of course. My cock was straining so much in my panties, but I kept it tucked away, like a good sissy.

I quickly made my way back downstairs. The phone rang as I passed through the foyer, and I almost jumped out of my skin. Caller ID showed that it was Becky's work. I took a deep breath and answered. "Hi, she said, just wanted to tell you there's coffee and bagels in the kitchen if you want anything. It looks like I'll be at least hour and a half longer. I'm sorry I'm not there to help you."

"It's ok, I have enough to do to keep occupied," I responded.

"I'm sure you do. You sound out of breath, are you ok?"

"Yes, I just ran up from the basement when I heard the phone, is all," I stammered, realizing the situation. Here I was standing in her foyer, in her chemise and heels, and my panties, about to go and suck her husband's cock, and I'm telling her I'm just winded from running up the steps.

She laughed and said, "you need more exercise. I like my men fit and trim. Now, get back to what you were doing."

"I'll do that," was all I could say in response. My mind was reeling as we hung up. I checked the time so I'd leave plenty of margin before she got home.

I walked down the basement stairs, my heels clicking along the way, and over to the room where Rob unknowingly awaited his fate. I knelt between his legs and watched his cock react to the cyclic stimulation. It was beautiful. Long and hard and slightly veined. Smoothly shaven and cut. The crown a perfect, spongy helmet, wet from the constant ebb and flow of near climaxes. He sensed me nearby, maybe the aroma of Becky's spray, or maybe I breathed on him, and he stopped all motion and noise.

I turned off the vibrator. His head jerked and his body tensed in fear of this unknown intrusion. He struggled against the ropes, and I let him confirm that his position was not changeable. He was mine for the taking. Eager, both to taste him and to allay his fears of a worse fate, I gently took hold of his shaft and stroked it lightly.

"So beautiful," I said aloud to no one. His body relaxed and his head tilted back as he understood that this invasion would have a happy ending. I moved forward to licked the pool of pre-cum from his cock head. Not the first cock I'd sucked, but it had been a while and I realized then how much I had missed it. My tongue swirled around the head as I bathed it and tasted his skin. His groaning commenced again, and that relaxed me. I spoke some more, knowing he couldn't hear me.

"Rob, your cock is so hot and sexy, I'm going to suck you like you've never been sucked before."

Kissing my way down the shaft, I took each ball in my mouth and bathed it, savoring the manly sweat that seems to always be present there. The aroma caused me to nearly swoon. I moved back to his cock and engulfed him in my mouth. Taking him deeper with each advance, bobbing up and down on this gorgeous man's gorgeous cock. I could sense him nearly ready to climax, but it was far too soon for that. I wanted this to last. "Mmmm, "I said, "does my sexy friend need to cum? Soon, baby, but not yet."

I

backed off and started kissing the rest of his body. He was there for my pleasure and I was reveling in my own freedom of movement while his was restricted. I licked his navel, kissed his abs and took each nipple into my mouth, gently biting and pulling them with my teeth. He was going crazy. I loved that I could do that to him.

Having pity on him, and needing it as badly as he did, I zeroed back in on his throbbing cock. Urgently now, I took him as deeply as my mouth and our angles permitted (alas, not all the way), and sucked his cock like a twenty-dollar whore. This time when his orgasm approached I didn't stop. His groan echoed in the room as his head expanded and a flood of semen filled my mouth. He came so much, so many spurts that I struggled to swallow fast enough. A good amount leaked out and over my hands and down his shaft. I suckled him until I was sure no more would erupt, and set about licking my hands and his cock and balls clean. I love the taste of cum, and his was delicious. I said as much to him in a loud voice. Too bad he couldn't hear me.

I stayed between his legs for a good ten to fifteen minutes, just admiring the beauty of his flaccid manhood and figured I'd better get things back in order. First task was to return his cock to its prior state, so I took him back in my mouth and sucked him until he was hard again. Next, I re-positioned the Hitachi and rechecked to make sure everything was as it had been. Then, I stood just a couple of feet away and masturbated while facing him. "I wish I could suck you again and again and again, Rob. I love your cock," I declared to no one. My climax was intense, doing it right here before him, even though he couldn't see me. The only time I don't like cum is about 30 seconds to five minutes after I've cum. I caught my ejaculate in my hand, and quickly consumed it before the euphoria ebbed. I returned Becky's chemise and heels to their places and washed off the aroma (I hoped), dressed back in my work clothes and got to work.

I was framing a partition when Becky came down the steps. "Geez, you didn't get very far did you?" You might be a good carpenter, but you suck at time management. It looks like you need supervision to keep you motivated," she laughed. We worked for about an hour together, and then she asked me if I'd run out and pick up the lunch she'd ordered at the local deli. Figuring, correctly, that she use this time to unlock Rob, I quickly agreed. When I returned, Rob was there. We greeted each other and no one acted like nothing unusual was going on, and I thought each of us had a different perception of what had gone on that morning. They both treated like always and we got on like the dear friends we are. I didn't know they knew, but they knew that I didn't know they knew. You know?

I found out later that Becky had been remotely watching and recording all of my movements on the security cameras throughout the house, including in the little room in the basement. She'd seen and heard everything I'd done. She could also remotely control the sound into Rob's earphones and that the blindfold was not really opaque. She piped in the microphone sounds of the room after I'd tested him, and he'd simply had his eyes closed so as not to flinch. He had heard and seen everything I'd done in the room.

So, towards the end of the day, when Becky suggested I go home, shower and come back so we all could watch a new movie they had just gotten, I said it sounded great. As I was heading out, Becky joked, "wear something sexy, Mark, maybe we'll make this a pajama party." I laughed, but then as I was driving home my brain started functioning again. What did I do? Did I really just suck Rob's cock? In her lingerie? Why did she just say that? What did they know? I had a choice to make. I could live in fear, or I could seize the day. With trepidation, but determination, I threw caution to the wind. I showered, shaved all over, and put on my sexiest pink lace panties. If I was going down a new road, I would not go quietly. But I would go willingly.



Rebecca and Rob Pt. 02



My mind was racing as I drove back to Rob and Rebecca's house that night. Earlier that day, while working in their basement, I had discovered Rob naked, bound and deprived of his hearing and sight. My sexual impulses got the better of me, and I took advantage of the opportunity to live out a fantasy, without considering the risks. My cock stirred as I thought about the experience. My lacy pink panties strained as the shaft, bent downward and tucked as best I could, became engorged while my mind replayed the experience of dressing in Rebecca's lingerie and sucking Rob's amazing cock. As I continued down the road, my subconscious mind was crying out that what I had done, and what I was doing now, was insane and that I needed to stop and turn around before it was too late. 

At this point, I of course didn't know about the security cameras. I'd already been caught running a sexual red light; I just hadn't gotten the summons yet. Logic insisted that Rob had to know that it was I who sucked his cock. And if he knew, wouldn't he tell Rebecca? Obviously, the two of them were deeply in love, and adventurous. That likely meant that they communicated openly. There was no doubt that Rob was placed in that position by Rebecca. What I couldn't figure out was whether I was meant to find him, and more seriously, whether my actions constituted a breach of their friendship. I had taken sexual advantage of Rob, but was it against his will? It didn't seem so at the time, but I was no longer sure. This night would clarify the situation.

I truly loved both of them. They alone had been with me in my dark days, when the engagement to my fiance ended swiftly and painfully. Without going too far down that rabbit hole, what happened was that we met, fell in love and got engaged in just over a year. We were compatible in so many ways, and I had never been happier. But my dark secret, my sexual submissiveness, remained undiscussed. Our bedroom antics were good, but not great, for me. The more I tried to "top from the bottom" and focus on pleasing her, the less interested in me she became. Finally, it spilled out. She admitted that she needed me to take charge in the bedroom, "like a real man," because being taken in that way was what really worked for her. 

Stung by her rebuke, I should have gotten angry and given her the hard fucking she was asking for. Instead, I cried. I told her it wasn't in my nature to be that way. I told her how deeply I loved her, and that I would do anything to please her. I told her that if she sometimes needed a man (I didn't say another man, I said "a man") to satisfy those urges, that I would be ok with that. That remark opened up new lines of questions, and by the end of the conversation, I had told her of my bisexual urges, my submissive desires, and my cross-dressing habits. We were both crying now. We went to bed, and she had me go down on her. I worshiped her pussy with intensity, and she came several times, while I did not. It was perfect, for me, and I thought all was well. 

However, the next day, she informed me that while she still loved me, she could not see herself spending the rest of her life married to a "sissy cocksucker." She needed a "real man." She moved out and never looked back. I was deeply wounded and felt the world ending around me. I stopped working, drank heavily, and fell apart. Life lost all purpose. I would have died had Rebecca and Rob not intervened. Their friendship and support were the primary reasons I survived. They helped me see the good parts of myself again. They never asked what happened, and I never confessed the true reasons for our breakup. I was on the road to happiness. I loved being with them. And then I went and risked it all by doing as I'd done this morning. I felt like such an ass. My heart pounded as I knocked on the door.

My apprehension was immediately attenuated when Rebecca opened the door. "Hi, sweetie," she said as I crossed the threshold and into her waiting arms. Her greeting was more intimate than normal. She kissed me on the lips and her hands brushed along my backside as we broke our embrace. Was my panty line evident? Already, I was off-balance. "I'm so glad you could come back and join us to spend the evening, " she continued, "with Rob being indisposed this morning, and me being out of house, we barely got to see you."

"Well, the pleasure is mine, Becky, you know I love you guys and I'm always happy to spend time with you," I answered with all sincerity. "Where's Rob?"

"Oh, my little hubby is slaving away in the kitchen, making us a nice dinner. It's the least he can do since he was no help earlier today. Come on, let's go into the living room and get comfortable," she said more as direction than suggestion.

As she led the way, I took the opportunity to drink in her beauty. Her silky, beautiful black hair flowed midway down her back, covering the naked skin framed by the straps of her short black dress, which followed her trim waist and flared at her womanly hips and ended at mid thigh. Her ass, oh her ass is to die for. So firm and high, made even more so by the four-inch strapless mules that clacked across the hardwood floor of her foyer. Oh my god, the same shoes I'd worn earlier that day, when I'd also borrowed her chemise before sucking Rob's cock. 

"Ground control to Major Mark," she said, laughing. 

"Huh, what?" Caught staring at her shoes, wondering if this were just a coincidence, I hadn't noticed her turn her head to look at me.

"Cabernet or Merlot, sweetie. Or do you see something else you like?"

"Cab, please. And I'm sorry for staring," I said meekly, "you look awesome tonight." I must have turned as red as the wine.

"It's ok, baby. It's good to know that a woman can have such an effect on you."

Leaving me, standing there, to ponder what that could mean, she slipped away into the kitchen. Coming back empty handed, she said, "Rob will bring the wine after it has breathed a bit." She escorted me to the love seat, where I sat and then watched her sit and cross her legs. Try as I might, I could not keep my gaze from the shoe she let dangle from her foot. Noticing the silence, I looked back to see her gaze at me as a lioness eyes her prey. Her smile spoke a quiet confidence that the game was going her way. We talked about traffic, the weather and other mundane topics for a few minutes. I could feel the tension in the air, but couldn't name it. 

Rob entered, wearing his apron, carrying two glasses of wine, along with a plate of assorted cheeses. We exchanged hellos and I started to rise in proper greeting, but Rob stopped me, saying, "oh, don't get up. I can't stay and chat, or dinner will burn." With that he was gone.

"A toast," Rebecca offered. "To my dear friend Mark. May you soon find happiness and purpose." Her smile was radiant, with no glimpse of deceit, and her angelic voice carried no trace of the malice I feared she might harbor if she knew the truth about today. She stared into my eyes, and I swear she saw into my very soul. We sipped, and I offered two toasts of my own.

"To Rebecca. The most intelligent, kind and beautiful woman I know. May your every wish come true. And to Rob. The luckiest man on Earth. May he always know it."

"Oh, he knows, because I remind him regularly!" she said, touching my arm and laughing. As we chatted, Becky continued touching my arm and even my thigh. She tossed her mane as she laughed, tilted her head, smiled mischievously and kept dangling the shoe off her gorgeous foot. Her beauty and charm had me completely captivated. 

"Do you like my nail polish, Mark?" Indeed, I loved the dark red color and glossy finish. I apologized for staring, but admitted that I thought her feet were beautiful. "Well, my feel and legs are a bit sore from all that work today. Walking in these heels is not helping. May I?" and without waiting for my reply she swung her legs up onto my lap. 

"Be a dear and rub my feet for me," she commanded as much as asked. 

"Sure," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. But, man was I chalant. I gently caressed the tops of her feet, feeling the leather upper of the same shoes I'd worn earlier, not so much more nobly serving their purpose on her. 

"Mark, do you like my shoes better than my feet?" 

"No, of course not, I..."

Laughing, she interrupted, "well then take them off so you can tend to my feet properly, silly!"

I rubbed her feet as best I could, but the position was difficult, and I couldn't do more than caress them. We kept chatting and she queried me about my social life, which was a short conversation, because I had none since my breakup.

Rob walked in while I was rubbing his wife's feet. He just smiled and announced that dinner would be ready in five minutes. There was no jealousy or anger in his demeanor. We left the den and sat down to an amazing meal of salad, sea bass, risotto and asparagus. It was so good. I told Rob what a fantastic cook he is, and said I wished I could cook like that.

"Well, thank you, but I wasn't very good until my beautiful wife encouraged me to learn," he replied. "Now, I love making the meals. I just don't like doing the clean-up afterward."

Rebecca said, "Mark, why don't you do the clean-up. I still need a good foot massage, and Rob is really good at that too. You, my dear friend, are not so good at that." Her smile showed that she was just teasing me. So I shot back, "I am good with my hands, I'll have you know. I was just getting warmed up." 

Rob chimed in, "Let's have a competition. Two feet, two sets of hands. Whomever does the better job gets to relax with Rebecca, and the loser does the dishes."

"Game on," I replied. 

After the raspberry tart and coffee, we adjourned back to the den. This time, Rebecca sat in the overstuffed recliner. The rules were laid out. Fifteen minutes of massage time, both at the same time. Rebecca decides the winner. 

Rob knelt at his wife's feet like it was the most natural thing in the world. I followed suit. And so we began. I began on left foot and Rob took her right one into his possession. I quickly realized my amateur status. His hands moved like a magician's, and mine fumbled and fussed. He knew every millimeter of her anatomy, and I was learning the basics. He knew exactly what worked for her, while I experimented. My lack of expertise did nothing to dampen the excitement I felt as I tended to Rebecca's foot. I'd gazed cautiously upon her beautiful peds many times, in various shoes and nail polish colors, trying never lingering long enough to get caught (failing on many occasions). Tending to her in this way had been the focus of many masturbatory fantasies. And now here I was. This was no fantasy, it was far more visceral. The softness of her skin, the underlying structure forming a perfect arch. The perfumed aroma. The warmth. Her involuntary reactions to my touch. I could do this for the rest of my life and die a happy and fulfilled man. 

Rebecca interrupted half way through and had us switch feet "to keep it fair." I knew I was getting my ass kicked, but I lost all focus on winning or losing. Fifteen minutes ended, but I didn't want to stop. I had to tear myself away and return to the larger reality of the situation Rebecca, formally declared Rob the victor, and he kissed her feet in celebration. She pointed a foot at me and said, "the loser can have a kiss too." I reverently placed a perfect kiss upon the tops of her toes. I was intoxicated with lust and adoration. "Make sure you wear that apron in there when you clean up. I don't want your clothes getting wet or dirty," said Rebecca has she shooed me away to pay off my bet. My senses started returned as I left her to settle up on the wager. Despite the attempted earlier tuck, my raging cock had worked itself mostly free and now formed a bulge which felt like the Eiffel Tower in my pants when I stood up. 

The kitchen was a disaster. Pots, pans, plates, utensils were piled up. Flour, veggie bits, and open jars were everywhere. How could he have made such a huge mess? I found an apron, but it wasn't the plain one Rob had worn earlier. This one was pink, with frills and embroidered flowers. Nice. I started plowing through the dishes, loading the washer, scrubbing the pots, and cleaning the counters. I was partway through when my phone buzzed. A text from Rebecca. "Bring us some more wine in ten minutes, sweetie." Not, "please." Not a request. An order, with a specific time stamp. My cock stirred. I quickly replied, "Yes, Ma'am!" I spent most of the next ten minutes making sure the the wine service was perfect.

I will never forget the sight that awaited me as I entered the den with two glasses, recalling Rob had done likewise just a few hours ago. That I didn't drop the glasses is inexplicable given what met my eyes next. Rob was completely naked, still kneeling on the floor. Rebecca was still clothed. His head was buried between her legs, which rested comfortably on his back. Her head was back and her eyes closed. Her hand rested gently on his head, stroking his hair and minutely guiding his efforts. I watched them for several minutes, as Rebecca's breathing quickened and her body tensed. Watching an orgasm wash over her body, courtesy of her loving husband's oral homage, was the most erotic event I have ever witnessed. After a few more moments, she opened her eyes and smiled at me without a hint of embarrassment. She reached out a hand and I passed a glass to her. The other I placed on the coffee table, having no thought of interrupting Rob, who was continuing his duties unabated. 

She smiled and said the apron looked pretty on me. Then she saw a stain on my pants, and pointed it out to me. She said," take off your pants and leave them here. Your shirt too. I don't want any more stains on them." Removing my shirt and pants meant exposing my panties and the raging erection therein. I didn't care. Her confident and relaxed demeanor was contagious, and so without further consideration I complied with her direction and soon stood before her naked but for the pink panties. 

"You look cute like that Mark," she told me. "You know I've know about your panty wearing for some time now. You aren't so good at keeping them hidden when you are sitting or squatting I like how they look on you. Now, go and finish up in the kitchen, then come back here. Do a good job, too." 

Embarrassed at having been previously outed and not even knowing it, I took my apron ("my" apron?), returned to my duties, and worked at a fever pitch so that I could return to perhaps participate in the festivities. Conscious of her admonishment, I was careful and thorough. I wanted her to be proud of the work I'd done. I wanted her approval desperately.

My mind was reeling. I could not have anticipated the evening's events unfolding as they were. I didn't have time to really consider that things could only be moving this fast because they in fact knew all about what I'd done earlier and this was all planned out. Rebecca had kept me off-balance the whole evening. She was orchestrating the events, and Rob and I were mere players in her ensemble.

Maybe twenty more minutes elapsed, when I was at last finished and satisfied I'd done an excellent job. I grabbed a third glass and opened a new bottle of wine. My fate awaited me in the den, and I marched toward it with abandon.

This time, Rob was sitting on the recliner. He sat with his legs wide apart. His cock lay in a semi erect state across his leg, and he was sipping his wine. Rebecca had reclined her seat and smiled at me as she caught me staring too long at Rob. Her legs were crossed at the ankles, and the soles of her feet were on full display.

I heard the sound of my own voice. Confused, I realized the TV was on, and the two of them were watching something. My heart stopped and I nearly fainted when the image I saw on the screen was me. In their foyer, in Rebecca's chemise and heels. Both ends of my conversation on the phone with Rebecca earlier that day could be heard. I quickly realized that I was fully caught and exposed. I knew what was coming next, and sure enough, the scene switched to the alcove where Rob was tied up. It recorded all my words, and all my deeds. 

I was paralyzed. I wanted to run, and never come back. I looked for the clothes that I'd earlier shed, but they were not to be found. I started to sob and stammer that I could explain, that it wasn't...

"Mark, sweetie, stop," Rebecca commanded. "We've known about you, about how you are for a long time. Lisa told us what you were like when she broke off your engagement. She couldn't accept you for what you are." A pause let those words echo and disappear so that the next words would resonate in my soul. "But we love you, and we accept you, as you are."

"I'm sorry if you feel trapped, right now," she continued, pausing the video. "But don't. We wanted to find a way to show you that, first, you cannot help how you feel. It's who you are. This morning proved that. You had choices then, and we all know what you decided. Second, we needed to let you in on our special way of life. This might not have been the most conventional way, but frankly we thought it would be really exciting. And we were right." I stood there, confused, unable to mutter anything intelligible. 

She explained, "Everything that happens the rest of tonight will be your choice. If you want to go, your clothes are in the closet right there. If you leave, we'll delete this file, and never speak of these events again. And we'll remain your dear friends. We love you, Mark." After a pregnant pause, she continued. "But I don't think you want to go. I think you want to stay. If you stay, I promise to give you what you need and desire most in your life. All I ask in return is your honesty in what you feel and that you trust me to keep you safe. So, take a moment, and tell me, stay or go?"

This was the moment of opportunity awaited. I could never forgive myself for leaving, and I would regret it for the rest of my life. Rebecca and Rob had saved my life already. I trusted them implicitly. And I loved them dearly. It was no contest.

"I'd like to stay," I said, in a voice more confident that I thought I could manage.

"Excellent! We couldn't be happier," she exclaimed. 

"What do we do now?" I asked. I was unable to develop a plan or think of the next action. Rebecca was in command, though.

"Mark, I think you need more practice on foot massages, "she began. "I can tell you love doing it, so I will allow you to do this from time to time. But you need to improve your skills, and you need to earn the right. I know it was because you lost the bet, but since you cleaned the kitchen, I'll consider that you've earned the right. I also trust that you did a good job of it." I stood there, speechless. "Refill our glasses, then I'll teach you how to please my feet, like I taught Rob."

Still in my apron and panties, I served the two of them. Rob's smile was a knowing one, not condescending or superior. It put me at ease.

I took a large drink of my own wine, set it down, and took my position, kneeling once again before Her. She guided my movements, the pressure, the motion, the steady progress across her soles, the focus on each toe. I was no Rob, but I was getting better. And the contact thrilled me to no end. She had me completely in her control; I would do anything she commanded. 

"Sweetie, you're are a fast learner. That was really nice," she told me when she decided I was done. She held a foot up to my face and said, "do you want to kiss my feet, Mark?" 

"Very much, Rebecca," I admitted.

"I think perhaps, 'Miss Rebecca' would be a better way for you to address me. Don't you?"

"Yes, Miss Rebecca."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want to kiss your feet, Miss Rebecca."

"Kiss them or worship them?"




Rebecca and Rob Pt. 02



Red-faced, but determined, I replied. "Worship them."

"Why?"

"Because they are beautiful. Because you are beautiful. Because I want to please you, Miss Rebecca."

"Ask me in a nice way, convince me that it's what you really want."

I didn't hesitate. I needed this. "Miss Rebecca, may I please have the honor of worshiping your feet?"

"Very well, take off your apron, and you may begin."

My enthusiasm was too much, and as I kissed her feverishly, she admonished me. "Worship them, Mark. Don't devour them." I had much to learn.

I kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled. She placed the soles of both feet on my face,and my tongue snaked between them. There was no humiliation I would no endure to continue this moment. 

"How's he doing?" Rob asked.

"It feels good. He's so devoted to his task. I think he's a keeper," she replied. 

"Are you going to test his talents a little further up?" 

"Would you like that dear hubby? Do you want to watch him lick me?" 

"Very much, love."

And so she pushed my head away with her foot. I lost my balanced and fell back on the carpet. Before I could move, she was standing over me. 

"I wasn't planning to go this far tonight, Mark, but you have me worked up again. I think it's only fair that you take care of the situation, since you caused it."

She lowered her body, straddling my head and trapping my arms beneath her folded legs. With her dress still in place, her nether regions were in shadow. Still I could see she was almost completely smooth. And very wet. 

She kept her pussy hovering just a few inches above my mouth. I could smell her, and was desperate to taste her. 

"Please, Miss Rebecca, may I worship your pussy?" I cried out.

"Yes, my little slut, you may." And with that she settled her labia onto my mouth, and my homage began. 

It took almost no time for my mouth to fill with the liquids that she released, for me to determine why she was so wet, and why Rob's cock was only semi-erect earlier. It was not only her that I was tasting; I was drinking their combined fluids. For the second time that day, I was consuming Rob's cum. This elixir enhanced the taste I'd loved so much earlier today. Her sweetness and his saltiness was an amazing recipe. I drank and probed with my tongue, capturing every drop I could collect. Savoring it, swallowing it and diving in for more. 

Rebecca didn't make it easy. She used my face for her pleasure. She humped and rubbed and rode me to maximize the stimulation.. My nose because a little surrogate cock and she literally fucked my face. I was soaked from my forehead to my chin and to both ears. I'd never been so used for sex, and I fell into a deep, submissive state of devotion and worship. Rebecca came hard and long. She squeezed my head as her spasms overtook her. I was trapped and might have died if she had not relented after something between thirty seconds and a minute. She climbed off and had to crawl back to her recliner. I concluded that I'd done a pretty good job pleasing her, and was immensely proud. My cock was now raging, hard, red and dripping pre-cum. My panties could not contain it.

Miss Rebecca smiled at me. "Well done, sweetie." 

I glanced at the TV, and watched myself sucking Rob's cock. The sounds of my slurping and his moans filled the room. I looked at Rob. He was hard again. I looked at Rebecca. 

"Is there something you want, honey?" she asked me. She knew it. Rob knew it. I knew it. I had to have his cock again. I had no shame.



Rebecca and Rob Pt. 03



"Not so fast, sweetie." Miss Rebecca's admonition stopped me in mid-crawl, halfway toward where Rob sat, naked, with his legs splayed and his beautiful tumescent cock beckoning. Having just pleasured her, and tasted the love left by her husband, my second helping of his cum that day, all I was thinking was how much I wanted, no needed, was to feel the pulsing of his manhood and taste his seed yet again.

I turned my wanton gaze in Her direction, and seeing a mischievous smile, knew that my desires would not be denied, but that some new condition was about to be imposed. 

"Honey, Rob isn't gay. He liked it when you sucked his cock earlier today, but that was because he was blindfolded, and he was able to imagine you were a girl. He could feel my chemise and smell my perfume on you, so that helped him a lot. Amazing how perfectly you did exactly the things that Rob likes before you sucked him off." She continued, "as you can see from the video, with the dim lighting, you kinda looked like a girl. Rob loves sexy girls, Mark."

I waited for the other heel to drop.

"So, if you want to suck Rob again, you'll have to come with me first, so we can get you made up all pretty and sexy. From what you've shown us so far today, I don't think you'll have any issues with that, will you, dear? In fact, I think you'd like that a lot, wouldn't you?"

Red faced and ashamed, I replied inaudibly and with a nod.

"That sort of response won't do, babe," Rebecca stated tersely. "In this household, there are rules you must follow.. The first and most important is, we are not ashamed of who we are. The second is, when we have something to say, we say it like we mean it The third, is when we want something, we ask nicely for it. Can you remember those, honey?"

"Yes, Miss Rebecca," came my acknowledgment, loud and clear, which elicited a smile that made her eyes light up. 

"Good, now, where were we?" She waited for my reply.

I found my voice somewhere deep inside. I knew I needed to do this, and once I decide on a course of action, I commit to doing it right. I looked up at Her, naked, in her recliner, with me still kneeling on the floor, in my panties. It came out with far more confidence than I actually felt, because my insides were in tumult. 

"Miss Rebecca, would you please help me make myself look sexy for Rob, so he'll let me suck his cock again?"

"I would love to help you, sweetie," She replied grinning from ear to ear. And with that She led me out of the room, but not before stopping to tell Rob something which I couldn't hear.

We detoured on our way so Rebecca could inspect the kitchen,and see how I'd performed my clean-up duties earlier. Surveying the counters, floor, and checking a few dishes, She said, "not bad. Not bad at all. A few minor things, but nothing we can't straighten out next time."

Next time? Her comments thrilled and concerned me.

She beckoned me up the stairs ahead of Her, and I could feel her eyes burning into my panty-clad backside as I ascended. I already felt sexy.

"Ok, in the shower we go, honey." A fantasy come true; I was naked and in the shower with Miss Rebecca. She washed and conditioned my hair with some scented products, and scrubbed my skin with a loofah. She admired the job I had done shaving my body hair.

She commanded me to interlock my fingers behind my head, and then clinically grabbed hold of my cock and balls at the base. Inspecting them, She found only a few stray hairs that needed removal. I held my breath as for the first time in my life, another person took a razor to my private area. Her deft touch and quick work relieved me quickly, at least so far as fear went. My little cock was raging under her handling, and also because it had witnessed but thus far not participated in the evening's festivities. She giggled either at the intensity of my erection or at my less than impressive size. I was certainly no match for Rob in this area. 

Miss Rebecca toyed with me, though. She lightly stroked my shaft, and cupped my balls, as though she were testing them out for possible further use. "Having a good time, sweetie?" She asked. "Very much, Miss Rebecca," I grunted as much as stated. She laughed and so did I. 

When I was clean and smelling feminine, She directed me to administer the same services to Her. What a thrill and an honor to be of service in this way. My hands firmly but caringly caressed her scalp as I conditioned her hair. Her skin being already soft and supple required only a light going over with body wash. I knelt to wash her lower half, and took my sweet time doing it. Her toned, tanned body was magnificent, and servicing her in this way was an honor. I noted the differences in our actions. When Miss Rebecca washed me, I felt the love of her touch, but there was no submission in the act. She was preparing me, not serving me. In the reversed role, I absolutely felt subservient, and I loved every second of it. I washed her back, her magnificent ass and her legs. She leaned forward and said, "get your nose in there and make sure you've cleaned thoroughly between my cheeks."

No command has ever been more welcome or more immediately obeyed. I nuzzled into her crack, and took a deep breath. She was indeed clean and soft and wonderful. I kissed her amber ring, and she cooed. I kissed it again, longer and more deeply. My mouth opened and my tongue swirled around her sphincter, stabbing at it, seeking entry. She pressed into me, as I made out with her asshole. I pushed as deeply as I could into her opening, and felt her shift as she began fingering herself, demanding that I not stop, that I go deeper, and that I drive my tongue into her ass like a good slut."

Too soon she came hard and loud. I could feel the contractions squeezing my tongue as her ass convulsed in sympathetic harmony with her pussy. Her strength now gone, she slowly sank to the shower floor, the warm water cascading over her, her ass still raised and her murmurs still audible. I gently licked her ass with a fattened, widened tongue, slowly and softly, until she recovered. I could have continued for days on end.

"Sweetie," she finally spoke, "that was amazing. I'm going to love having you worship my ass regularly."

"Mistress," I replied, "nothing gives me more pleasure than pleasing you. I love you."

"What about Rob?" she asked.

"I love him too," I said without hesitation. It was true. I just hadn't realized it until I'd spoken it. My feelings were more than sexual. I truly loved both of them, for many reasons I'll not go into now.

"Well, then, we'd better finish getting you ready. If you please him as much as you've pleased me, then he'll know, just as I do, that you truly do love us and that you belong here, with us."

What followed was a whirlwind of preparatory actions, the sort that all beautiful women know and to which I was only amateurishly familiar. With her expert hand, and tutoring, over the next hour I transformed in mind and body and soul into the creature of Ms Rebecca's making, and Master Rob's desires. Fingernails and Toenails in lavender - my protests over the fingernails quickly squelched - foundation, cheeks, eyes, and lips adorned in shades that matched the tone of my skin, brought out the 

color of my eyes and made my lips sensual and full. 

A short, high quality brunette wig with a bob cut framed my face. Thigh high nylons, held by a garter, lace panties and a beautiful peignoir, all in lavender to match my nails. And finally, the heels that we both had worn earlier. I should have been embarrassed, but I was far too down the road for that. Instead I was awestruck at the transformation. My own attempts were bush league, and it showed. Now I knew what it was to properly dress as a sexy woman. I couldn't take my eyes off myself.

"We need a name for you, when you are dressed up," Mistress stated. Looking at me,she smiled and said, "you already have one, don't you?" I nodded. "What is it?"

"It's 'marissa', Mistress," I replied sheepishly.

"I like it, it's sweet. Ok, marissa, practice walking in those heels while I get ready too. Go and get us each a glass of wine."

"Mistress, won't Master Rob see me?"

"No, I sent him on an errand, he'll be back in about a half hour. Now scoot!"

Navigating the steps was not difficult, as I could hold the railing on my way down, and climbing steps in heels is not difficult, as all women and sissies know.

When I entered, Mistress was just coming out of her walk-in closet. Stunning is the only word I can apply. She was all in leather, her hair pulled back in a tight pony tail, her cleavage amplified by the constricting and form shaping bustier, her leather shorts and her thigh high boots with five in heels, and elbow length gloves. If there had been any doubt who was in charge before...

She sauntered over to the arm chair in the corner of the room, and I followed a few paces behind. Seated, she accepted the wine glass from me, and I instinctively knelt at her feet. Caressing my cheek with her leathered hand, she told me I looked beautiful. 

We sipped our wine and talked. She said all the right things to put me at ease. She taught me what Rob likes when having his cock sucked. How to tease him and make him last. At her question, I admitted a desire but inability to suppress my gag reflex. "All in good time," she advised.

Her phone buzzed and she read the message. "Rob is five minutes away, it's time to begin this next step in your journey. Are you ready, marissa?"

"I am, Mistress."

She stood and commanded me to rise. Looking serious, she took hold of both hands and said, "Trust me, marissa. Relax and do as I say. No harm will come to you."

This sounded ominous, but the truth was that I did trust her absolutely. I was suddenly very nervous, but also felt more alive than I ever had. There was no way I was not following through on this most magical of evenings.

"Mistress, I am yours to do with as you please. I know that you love me and will protect me. I only want to make you happy."

With a smile, she replied, "Very well then, pet. Come with me." 

Again, she led and I followed, downstairs, and down again to the basement. And into the alcove; the scene my first encounter with Rob. Leading me to the center, I was bidden to sit in the very chair Rob had occupied earlier. The cold seat sent a shiver though me. 

"Arms behind you," she demanded. I complied, and soon felt the deft touch of her fingers as she tied them together, and to the chair back. She then took each leg in turn and secured them to the chair legs. I was her second prisoner of the day. In spite of the thrill I felt of being in her command, I also could not suppress the fear of helplessness and fear of the unknown. This caused my little penis to retreat. 

Mistress noticed my lack of bulge, and commented. "It's good that your little clitty is not visible. As I said, Rob likes his women pretty and sexy. You definitely look sexier without an erection. As we progress, you'll find that you can achieve deeper and more meaningful pleasure in other ways. So, there will be some training to do in that regard."

"Yes, Mistress," was all I could mutter. I would have agreed to anything at this stage.

We heard the door open and close, and the sound of footsteps on the floor above. It sounded a bit odd, but I couldn't say quite why.

"He's back," she said, "time for the final elements." And with that, she applied the blindfold and earphones that Rob was wearing earlier that day. Blackness filled my eyes, and white noise filled my ears. I inhaled sharply, my mouth agape, and forgot to breath out. 

Amid the noise, I heard Mistress' voice whispering through the headphones. She had a microphone patched into the sound system. "Relax, marissa. You will love this. Trust me."

I felt a slight breeze, and deduced that the door to the alcove had opened. Rob must have entered.

"Tell us what you want, marissa," Mistress said into my ears.

"I want to suck Master Rob's cock, Mistress."

"Why? Give us five reasons."

"Because I love him. Because I want to please him."

I hesitated.

"Go on, three more reasons"

"Because his cock is beautiful."

"These are all about him. What about you?"

I felt my face redden with humiliation.

"Because I'm a sissy."

"And?"

"Because I love sucking cocks."

"Well done, marissa. You are coming to terms with who you are. Don't you feel better now?"

I nodded, although I was far too humiliated by my admission, and this situation, to 'feel better.'

Suddenly, I felt something soft and warm touch my lips. Oh, his cock. mmmmm.

He rubbed it first around my lips, and as I tried to capture it, he moved it all over my face. His scrotum grazed my chin, and I felt the heft of his shaft all along face, up to my forehead. I breathed in his scent, and swooned.

His cock playfully slapped my cheeks, back and forth. This display of his dominance over me drove my lust to new depths. I no longer wanted his cock. I needed it. 

"Please, please oh please put your cock in my mouth, Sir. I need it so bad." 

He held the tip to my lips, and held my head in place. I licked the pre-cum from his slit, and french kissed the very tip, desperate to take more. I suckled on his manhood. My my sight and hearing blocked, taste and touch and aroma became my world, and all of it was Rob's cock. I felt him slide the whole glans past my lips, which closed behind his corona. My tongue swirled and bathed it and I tasted more pre-cum. 

"That's a good girl," Mistress whispered in my ear. "Show your master how you worship is manhood. You look so sexy with his cock in your mouth."

A guttural moan emanated from my throat, and the vibrations echoed though Master's penis. He held more firmly onto my head and pushed deeper into my mouth. As much as I'd taken advantage of his exposed cock earlier that day, doing as I pleased to it, his cock was now my master, and was using me for its pleasure. I had no say in the matter, and has the shaft invaded further into my mouth, a complete feeling of surrender washed over me. I went so deeply into subspace that the only word I can use to describe it is 'bliss.'

Sensing the relaxation of my neck along with the rest of my body, Rob pushed his cock to the precipice of my throat. I felt the head touch me back there, where normally a gag reflex would trigger. But not this night. My swallowing motion beckoned him deeper and so he went, into my throat, further with each push, until at last I felt his sac against my chin, and my nose embedded in his neatly trimmed pubes. He held me there, explorer of a land no man had entered, triumphant in his conquest. 

Lust must have overtaken him at this point, because he started to move more quickly now, holding my head firmly. He fucked my mouth and throat with great vigor. His balls slammed into my chin repeatedly, claiming their dominion over me. 

I moaned and drooled and reveled in the feeling of complete and total submission. Mistress was no longer whispering. I could hear her, through the microphone, urging Rob on. 

"Fuck her face, Rob, Look how much she loves it. Fuck her harder."

Too soon, his motions stopped. He remained entrenched in my throat. My swallowing actions milked the head of his cock, which started expanding. The pulsing began immediately thereafter, and I felt two, perhaps three jets of semen shoot directly down my throat, before Rob pulled part way out and deposited several more blasts onto my tongue. I savored the taste and texture. Master painted my lips with the last remnants of his ejaculate. I swallowed what he had shot into my mouth, and caught my breath.

The white noise vanished from my headset, and Mistress spoke to me. "What do you say, marissa?"

"Thank you, Mistress for preparing me and for arranging this opportunity. And thank you, Master, for the gift of your cock and your semen."

"Are you happy, marissa?" she asked.

"Mistress, I have never been happier. This day has been the best of my life. I wish it were not over yet."

"It's not over yet, sweetie," she replied.

The white noise came back, and I became disoriented again. What more could happen?

I felt his cock against my lips. Rob's cock was hard already again. No, wait, that couldn't be. It has only been a few minutes. No one had that sort of recovery time. 

It parted my lips. It felt different. It smelled different. It was different. But who could it be? What did this mean? 

My mouth opened and my brain stopped thinking. I knew what to do.

- marissacd



Rebecca and Ryan



Note: This story is mostly intended for the enjoyment of women, although as I man a certainly enjoyed writing and reading it.

*

The company RedSox outing turns boring towards the end of the game. It's hot and most everyone is drunk and hung up on their own conversations. And to you watching baseball is like waiting for paint to dry. So you decide to hold a table if possible and meet the gang in the bar after the game.

The main room isn't crowded and you see plenty of available tables. So you head to the bar to get a Corona rather than waiting for a server. You're pretty thirsty not feeling like dishing out $7 for a beer in the park. Someone comes up behind you to order, when you turn to look the face shocks you. It's the kid with the beautiful body you saw running near Boston College. Now that you're close to him you see he's got the full package. A beautiful face as well. You flush and mumble "hi", caught staring at him. But you just can't stop yourself. Damn, you think.

"Do I know you?" He asks, reading your look.

"No, I don't think so." you reply hesitantly, sheepishly, looking back at him.

"Sorry. The look you're giving me is like you know me. And you kinda look familiar too."

He carries himself with the self assurance of a good looking guy, but without arrogance. You shrug, turn back to the bar to wait for your drink. Stupid! You think to yourself. Where's your flirt? The guy obviously took interest, so why not talk to him? He's beautiful.

"Actually." You start, turning once again to face him, "I do kinda know you in a weird way, and it sounds creepy, but it really isn't."

"Nice! It has to be a good story when a girl qualifies how she knows me by saying it isn't as creepy as it sounds."

You smile, blush again, "I recognize you from driving past you running at BC; on the road that cuts by the dorms leading to Comm Ave."

"Ahh... right, that is kinda creepy - You keep checking me out while I'm running?"

"No! Of course not! That's not what I meant, I only saw you once. I noticed you because you're in great shape, which you obviously must know, but I wasn't following you or anything. I teach a fitness class and it's just one of those things that I notice about people. That's the group I'm out with today, the class instructors."

'Ahhh, well, that's ok then. I guess that's not creepy at all." He says it with a fake drawl rolling his eyes and smiling. "Psycho!" He mumbles under his breath.

"Hey!" You exclaim, smacking him and laughing. "That's not nice."

"Ooh, into abuse as well?"

"Ok.. Ok.. I'm Rebecca." You say changing the subject and extending your hand. 

"Ryan." He says, taking your hand and quickly lifting it to his lips for a kiss. "Pleasure's all mine."

He drops your hand flashing an impish grin in apology for the kiss and making fun of you. Both of you laugh. Ryan's an easy going guy and you fall into conversation quickly and walk to a table with your beers. Ryan follows an explanation of your 'real' job by telling you that he spent the summer interning at Arnold Worldwide. You exclaim that it was your first job out of college and the conversation moves right along through several quick rounds of beer. Ryan drinks fast but you are able to keep up with him at least in the short term.

"I was going to meet some friends here after the game, but don't feel like it anymore." He cuts in to the conversation. "Want to get out of here?"

You hesitate a second before thinking, why not? This kid is beautiful! What am I going to do, get more drunk with the other trainers and cab it home to to crash? Anyway, you're feeling pretty buzzed and turned on talking to Ryan and don't really want your brief conversation to be it.

"Ok." You say, wondering what leaving the bar exactly means. It's been a long time since college you think.

You look a bit hesitant and Ryan sees it, so he comes around the table, takes your hand, and pulls you through the crowd. It's lucky the game tied in the 9th, otherwise the place would be mobbed and you might get caught by someone you know on your way out the door.

Outside Ryan leads you down the steps and across the street, beating out competition to get a cab coming over the bridge. He ducks his head inside asking, "BC?" And then holds the door open so you can get in ahead of him when the cabbie nods.

Again you hesitate, but just looking at Ryan you feel your stomach tighten. You feel your heart pounding in your chest. Nervously ducking inside the cab, you stay in the middle as he slides in next to you. He feels good tucked up against your side. Ryan tries to scoot in an inch before closing the door but you don't budge. You like the sensation of his leg up against yours. This is all the invitation Ryan needs and he puts his hand on your knee, smiling at you. You're not sure about that kind of contact, but at the same time what can you do if you want to be close to him? You can't remember flirting with such an attractive guy, especially in the current situation, heading back somewhere. You know what it used to mean, but that was a long time ago.

The cab makes its way slowly through a U-Turn and starts the trip back across the bridge to Kenmore and then down Beacon to BC. Conversation starts when Ryan slides his hand up the inside of your knee and begins rubbing your leg. 

"I'm glad you decided to join me." He says, looking at you.

"Yeah, well, you were the only thing keeping me at the Cask."

You look over and Ryan suddenly leans in and kisses you. It takes you by surprise and more than anything you've done so far puts butterflies in your stomach. You brace your hand on his chest but then feel his lips soft on yours. His tongue hesitantly trying to engage yours. Ryan takes you chin in his hand and gently tries to turn your head towards his. Ryan's hand feels good. His fingers are long and they lightly touch your throat. You start to react with a kiss of your own. He backs off a little and sucks your bottom lip. The sensation makes you close your eyes, release your shoulders, and relax your mind. Second pass slowly and your body turns to him. 

You initiate the kiss now. As the cab inches across Kenmore Ryan slides his hand from your face to your neck, shoulder, stopping at your breast. This doesn't catch you off guard. Ryan's touch, massaging you through the tube top, causes goose flesh. You nipples rise up under your shirt and Ryan feels them. Taking his time he rubs from you nipple down to the skin just under your breast and then back up over the peak and your nipple again.

After a minute Ryan slowly moves his hand down from your chest to your belly. As he rubs the skin your tube top doesn't cover it jumps. He feels it and rubs his fingers across the same place again, only slower this time to accentuate the effect. You enjoy the shivers it causes and grab his inner thigh. It feels warm. It feels strong. Ryan's hand wanders just above the button of your shorts and he tugs at the waist with his fingers, pulling them down a little to tease you. Hinting where he wants to go. 

The suggestion releases another shot of adrenaline. It prompts you to slide your grip closer to his groin, searching for what you expect to find there. Ryan spreads his legs letting you rub higher, anticipation evident in the slight shaking you feel.

Ryan slides his fingers across the skin just inside the button of your shorts. The sensation makes you catch your breath and you have to swallow to recover. A hot feeling floods down low in your belly. A need for sex that makes you shiver.

"My stomach is really sensitive." You say, pulling back from the kiss, needing a break.

"I can tell." Ryan says, leaning in again, looking into your eyes. "Is anywhere else sensitive?" Ryan holds his gaze and slowly moves his hand down over your crotch, gently finding the spot where his fingers sink in. His thumb, a couple inches up, rests right over your clit. He squeezes. 

"How about here?" Ryan breathes into your mouth.

"Mmmmm" you respond. "That's very sensitive"

Ryan squeezes again and your surroundings fade. You spread your knees and tilt up your hips. He presses into you again and you exhale heavily into his mouth. Pulling the leg of your shorts forward Ryan slips his fingers inside. He works over the warm cloth of your underwear with a gentleness unusual for someone his age. First he feels out the shape of your lips, tracing the contours with his fingers, lightly touching, exploring. Next he flattens them out, feeling for the location of your clit. Finding it he traces his fingers down the crease in the middle eventually landing in your warm damp opening down low. He tests out pushing the cloth into you and you want to close your legs to trap his hand.

You don't remember searching for it, but under your hand Ryan's erection feels big through his shorts. You start squeezing him as he rubs the cloth of your panties into the opening of your vagina. Ryan's thumb still presses on your clit making you squirm. The placement, the motion, the pressure - They all feel perfect. Your kiss slows and you begin breathing heavily into his mouth, focusing on your clit more than him. 

Ryan still tries to kiss you then gives up. Instead he focuses on making you react, on making you move with his fingers. He sees that what he does affects you and he experiments. You can't help moving when he strokes and pressures you in different ways. Your breathing catching at different points when touches you just so. Small movements. Small pressures. Always gentle. Always soft. You clit fills, swelling from the soft attention he pays it. You lips naturally spread, slick, hot, swollen like your clit from being touched.

Ryan slows his experimentation, settling on barely moving his finger over the tip of your clit. You twitch several times, shivering, building. You feel anxious for him to start rubbing down around your opening again. Anxious for his fingers to drag from there back up to your clit. But he doesn't. Just pressure - it brings you up, but no closer to orgasm, holding you somewhere in between instead.

Without thought your hand pops the button on his shorts. You reach inside and slowly drag your fingers up his cock, encouraging him to start stroking you again. You reach the top and stop suprised. He has the biggest head you've ever felt. Soo big it fills your hand. You squeeze and sticky pre-cum coats your palm. That does it for Ryan and he digs his fingers under the band of your undies. He spreads your lips and his fingers run top to bottom, inside, and then back up to your clit. You honey makes his skin slide over yours in a way that takes your breath. 

"Yes." Softly escapes your lips. 

Your eyes close as you focus on the feeling between your legs, forgetting about his cock your hand. Ryan brings you up to the edge of orgasm and you don't care about anything else. A little pressure from his hand on the back of your head doesn't matter. You don't care enough to resist or fight it. You absently lean down bringing your mouth closer to your hand. It is ok as long as his fingers keep drawing honey over your clit. As long as they keep stroking you. Then he begins slowing down again. You scoot over a little so you can bend your head to his lap, eagerly playing his game - You haven't got off in too long, now you need it.

Ryan carefully changes to fingering you, stroking against your g-spot, never letting up, holding you on the edge. You feel his cock right against your half open lips and ignore it. You can almost get yourself over the edge. You smell his cum dripping, but you're almost there. Then he stops. A second later you kiss the dripping tip in front of you, your hand softly holding it to your mouth. Another few strokes on your clit - Soo close but not enough. You suckle the tip, drawing out drips of salty cum. Slowly pressure sliding over your clit again. Your tongue circling him, then sucking in the giant head. Ryan pressing harder, pushing against your g-spot then up to your clit. Your mouth opening wide as you try to take him in.

All of a sudden the cabbie smacks the divider window aside and asks what dorm. A minute later you're following Ryan up the stairs to his room. 

Ryan closes the door, turns, and takes you in his arms. You kiss each other with energy only two people kissing for the first time have. Your hands wander over each others bodies briefly before you both have a hand between each others' legs. You rub Ryan's erection. It sticks up so far in his shorts that it lifts the waist to his belly button. Ryan has his hand back in the leg of your shorts his fingers pushing between your lips through your underwear. His other hand cups your ass, the loose leg of your shorts allowing his hand inside to massage your cheek. He begins rubbing closer to the middle where your legs meet, working his way to your pussy from the back. You feel his hand sticking to your damp skin and you spread your feet to give him room You break from kissing Ryan long enough to look down, unbutton and unzip his shorts. When you look back at his face he's smiling at you. You smile back and slide your hand inside his boxers, pulling him out the top and pushing down the front of his underwear at the same time. He responds by putting two fingers on the middle of your underwear and pushing them up into your wet opening. Your knees tremble and for a second you sway against him. Ryan circles and slides his fingers and your wet underwear towards your clit in the front. Then he pulls aside the sticky cloth and despite reaching from behind he effortlessly pushes two fingers up inside you. 

"Oh God!" You moan out loud, leaning forward into Ryan again.

"Mmm." He resonates. "That ok?"

You nod.

He stands slightly to the side of you so he can keep his fingers inside. He uses his other hand to pull up the back, and then the front of your shirt before bringing his mouth down to suck your exposed nipples. There's little you can do but pump the cock in your hand and close your eyes to enjoy the sensation. He slides his fingers out of you and over your clit. You remain stationary for a minute as he repeats dipping his fingers into you and rubbing the juice over your clit. Then Ryan lets go and uses both hands to pull off your tube top. You release his cock and lift your arms, allowing the sown-in bra to pull over your head. He goes to take his t-shirt off and you stop him when his arms are up and the shirt covers his eyes.

"Stay there."

"Ok." He whispers.

You take Ryan's cock in your hand and pull down the top of his pants with the other. You kiss his chest, nipples, and stomach working your way down his abdomen. You drop slowly to the floor as you kiss lower and lower. Finally you are on your knees holding Ryan in front of you, kissing his waist on either side of your hand. You slide his cock along your cheek as you look up. Ryan has his shirt off and is staring down at you, watching you try to mouth his oversized head. You hold his gaze and bring your tongue to bear on him, licking the salty tip of his cock. You can barely fit your lips around his oversized head to wash away the salty pre-cum with your tongue. 

You keep your gaze on Ryan while you suckle. He closes his eyes finally and yours drop too. You reach one hand up between Ryan's legs, the other still wrapped around his shaft. Taking as much of Ryan into your mouth as you can. You cup his balls and squeeze. You pull off to take a breath and repeat, moving slowly on him and trying to affect as much friction as possible before your lips slide off. Ryan moans and his hips and balls spasm several times. He doesn't let go, but you taste more pre-cum, enough to make you swallow. You like the sweet salty taste in your mouth. You wet your hand and stroke it up and down his shaft meeting your bobbing head. You move faster twisting your head and using your hand to simulate fucking him. Ryan doesn't last a minute before grabbing either side of your head and shooting a full load to the back of your throat. You swallow, nursing on his head while two more squirts to flow over your tongue. The fourth one drips out and you let it pool, tasting it, mouth watering. Then you feel him twitch again and swallow thinking there's more.

"I want you inside me." You tell him around licking his head. You push the tip of your tongue into the little hole he just came out of and taste the sweetness from it again. "I want you all the way in my pussy..."

"Ok." Ryan pants, looking down at you. "Suck on me for a few seconds and I'll stay hard."

You stay on your knees for a minute enjoying the task of keeping him hard. Finally you give it a kiss, stand up, and unbutton your shorts. They drop to the floor and you reach for your thong. But before you pull it down you get another idea.

You turn your back to Ryan. You lean in pulling his arms around to hug you. You place his hands on your breasts then reach down between your legs for his cock. It's stiff, but not as firm as you want it to be when he puts it inside you. So you hold Ryan's head against the bump made by your lips, letting him experience how soft and ready you are for him. 

"You like how I feel?"

"Yes." He replies.

Ryan is damp still and the fabric sticks to his skin. You on the other hand are so wet that your thong slides easily on your bare lips. Unable to help fucking his hips forward, Ryan pushes the creamy cloth across you and it feels like a rough tongue. 

"Mmmm.." You let out.

Ryan's head is wide enough that it covers both your lips. It feels soft around the edge and solid in the center. As it moves you lean forward a little so it can travel further against you with each of Ryan's thrusts. On the back stroke his head drops into the depression between your lips. When Ryan moves forward again the soaked area gives way and your lower back snaps to and arch. Suddenly Ryan finds himself pressing into your sweet spot. He hesitates, his cock having moved less than an inch, but enough to push your thong to to the side. You tense, feeling his head on you, waiting for him to push into you. But his thrust slips out running the length of your sopping pussy, rubbing along your clit. 

That's enough. Bracing a hand on the door you reach between your legs and bend all the way so he won't miss again. You place his head under the creamy cotton of your thong, feeling him against your open insides. Ryan watches and waits, his hands on your ass now. You arch your back showing him your pussy and his cock resting almost inside. The weight of it making you involuntarily try to squeeze yourself around his head. 

The squeeze causes your underwear to shift and you pull aside the wet patch once more before mentally forcing yourself to relax. To take a deep breath. His head widens the cup made by your lips, but it is too big to slide in. It just causes the honey collecting there to overflow and run down over your clit.

"Stay." Ryan says putting a hand on the center of your back. He takes his fingers and traces the outline of your lips. You brace a second hand against the door and slide your feet wider for him. He rubs your ass and you rotate your hips. His cock feels big against you and you can't help licking your lips. You can't help pushing back against him. Ryan involuntarily thrusts as well, creating just enough force to pop his head through the tensed muscles of your opening. He stays there a second, both of you breathing and feeling the sensation. Both of you slightly surprised. Your pussy begins a slow familiar throb. Your insides churn with anticipation as a drop of honey falls from your clit. After the pause he pulls on your hips and slowly moves inside you. 

You can feel his swollen head as it travels into your pussy, the sensation completely unexpected. Normally on the first penetration you enjoy friction the entire length of a cock. But Ryan's head feels totally different. As it moves it drags against your pussy. It presses against the walls like it was made to spread you, the muscles of your vagina throbbing as it passes. After Ryan adjusts for the second push he goes deep. You feel the hard center of his head strike you on your cervix, the rest of his head expanding your insides. You pussy feeling open from entrance to your center.