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Sally T.

By: smoothlibra



From tenth grade through twelfth grade I had been going out with Terry. Blond, thin, flirtatious, Terry had been my first serious girlfriend. We got along great, and I foolishly but willingly spent every penny that I worked hard for on that girl. We spent a lot of time being goo-goo eyed with each other, and while there had been some heavy petting involved between us, we had never been to bed together. This was alright with me. I'd always been told that good girls wait. I planned to marry her when we both graduated high school and then we'd live happily ever after and have plenty of sex.

1969, the beginning of senior year; Terry showed up at my door with another guy. She cried, said she was sorry. The guy was older than me, had a car, a good job at a factory, and Terry said that she needed to get out of her father's house now. The old man was driving her crazy... I tossed the ring she handed to me into the bushes, turning my back on her as she climbed into his car and drove out of my life...

*

Art class was the one sanctuary for me in school that fall. I saw less of my old friends, as I tried to re-invent whatever was wrong in myself, whatever it was that made Terry go. I wasn't very good at art. I hadn't taken an art class since sixth grade, but emotionally the class was very satisfying, and besides, there were lots of pretty girls in the class. 

I made several new friends, all guys, and most of them slightly younger than me. My new pal Dave and I sat together and checked out girls while we drew and painted our way through projects. Dave was a linebacker on the football team. Handsome, and a good artist to boot, I enjoyed Dave's thoughtful, yet simple perspective of the world: "Take things as they come, Johnny Boy...".

Our art teacher, our real art teacher, got pregnant. By mid-semester, she was pretty large. "Students, I will be going on leave soon to have my baby. There will be a sub for the rest of the year, but I will stop in to see how you are progressing...and," she added ominously, "how you are behaving". 

The next Monday, Sally showed up. Sally was thirty years old. Longish brown hair, brown eyes, five three or four, about one twenty, a sweet smile, and a pair of very nice tits. Sally wore a dull green henley-style shirt and blue jeans. I thought see looked cool, sort of sexy, for a teacher. 

Sally had not been in a classroom before, so she wasn't very hip to the ways of adolescents. Sally also was a bit on the soft-spoken side, so the fellows sized her up as ripe for taking advantage of. Me, I just laughed quietly as the guys planned their boyish pranks. Personally, I thought that she was nice, so I was going to sit this party out.

Cutting class with fake notes was common for the first week of Sally's reign. Finally, some other teacher clued Sally in on what was happening, so that practice stopped. The next prank made Sally feel very bad. I could see the embarrassment in her eyes when she told the class that her keys had disappeared, and that she would be in big trouble if she didn't get them right back. I felt sorry for Sally. She really was very nice. The libra in me, always concerned about injustice stepped forward without hesitation. "Mrs. W, I'll get your keys back for you by tomorrow. Don't worry." 

Sally smiled: "Thank you John! I would really appreciate that!" she added quietly. 

Art class was first period. By third period I had found the guy who took the keys, and talked him into giving them to me.

"Here they are Mrs. W" I said, handing the surprised subsitute her keys. 

"Oh John, you are a gem!" said Sally greatfully. "I've been thinking about how to reward you if you did get back my keys. What do you think about a private art lesson at my house? Say, tomorrow afternoon?" 

Hey, I was innocent about these things! I honestly thought Sally was ready to give me some private drawing instructions. Besides, she was cool to talk to. I would enjoy the sessions...little did I know how much... "Sure Mrs. W. Thanks! Where do you live?" 

Sally drew me a map. "Here's my number, in case you get lost. Be there at 1p.m." 

I assured Sally that I would be there on time. No problem, especially as I had study hall that period, and I could fake my way out of class without getting marked absent.

I arrived at Sally's house at 12:55pm the next day. She came to the door to let me in. Sally brought me into the living room. The smile on her face was sincere, lovely, somehow shy. "Would you like a coke or a glass of wine?" 

I watched as Sally poured us both a glass of wine and returned from the kitchen. The living room was small, but very neat. There was an old sofa in the middle of the room. In front of the sofa was a Persian rug that took up about half of the room, leaving the place very spacious in appearance. An upright piano stood against the wall in back of the sofa. "Cool place Mrs. W" I said. "Looks very...arty!" 

"Would you do me a favor John?" Sally asked, setting her wine glass down on a small table. "Call me Sally, will you?" 

The first inkling of what was to come sent an excited shiver up my spine. "Sure Mrs. W, I mean Sally." 

I sat my glass down as Sally moved toward me, her lips parting expectantly. Sally kissed me softly on the lips, holding her lips still against mine for a few moments while her eyes searched mine. I put my arms around her, embracing her, tenderly returning her kiss. My cock grew stiff in my pants. Our passions, ignited by the lure of something more,grew. We kissed deeper, held each other more romantically, savored each other's scent. 

Sally looked into my eyes, apologetically. 

"John, please don't be mad at me. We can't make love until the next time we meet. I've never done this sort of thing before, and I'm not quite ready for making love yet. Is that ok?" 

Here I was, making out with my teacher, still a virgin, and Sally was telling me that the next time we met we would have sex. "Oh,sure, ya, that's ok. No problem." 

Sally kissed me. "Well, then I'll see you here Friday, same time, ok?" 

"Umm, Sally, what about your husband?" I asked, not wanting to break the spell, but after all, she did have other considerations. 

"John, I'll tell you all about that part of my life on Friday. Act like you just had an art lesson. The neighbors might be watching."

Man, Friday could not come fast enough. I was excited, but a little torn between really falling for Sally and being jeaulous that I had to share her. 

I got to Sally's Friday at one. She let me in, like the last time. This time though we went straight to making out. God I loved it when her hand moved into my pants, grabbing my stiff cock. It was even better when she took it out of my pants. This was the furthest that I had ever been with anyone. I gently unzipped her pants, pulling them down to her knees. Sally lay back on the Persian rug, and without pulling her pants the rest of the way off, she pulled me down on top of her. I was so excited that I came almost as soon as I entered her. 

"I'm sorry" I said with embarrassment. "That was my first time, and I was too excited. Can we try again in a little while?"

Sally smiled sweetly. "Of course we can," she said. "No problem..." 

We moved to the bedroom, removing our clothes along the way. Now the real lovemaking started. We moved under the covers, caressing, nibbling, exploring, kissing. I asked Sally if I could put on a record album that I had brought over. 

"Sure, what is it?" she asked. 

"McCartney" I replied, "It just came out!" There was a song on the album called "Kareen-Akrore" that sounded like two lovers making love and then coming together. We made fabulous love to that song, stroking each others bodies, my hard cock pushing into her creamy, delicious pussy, finally coming together just as the lovers on the record seemed to. That was a special day. I know for a fact that my cock grew a few inches after the incredible love-making we had had. Sally was special, and would be for many months to come...

After making love a second time, Sally told me about her old man. 

"My husband takes a yoga class. He's been enamored with one of the women in the class, so he came home one night and asked me if he could make love to this woman. I'm shocked. He tells me that if I find someone, I have his permission to do the same...so, here we are...Funny thing is, the woman turned him down when he asked, so this...will be our secret, for now." 

Who was I to argue with that kind of logic?

"You better go John," Sally whispered, "P" might come home soon. I'll see you next Wednesday?" 

"Wednesday it is.." I said, giving her a last passionate kiss, "If I can wait that long!" 

I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but somehow having a husband in the mix told me to hold that thought...

Sally Takes Mo Home and...



Mo had just left the pub, a little disappointed but not surprised. She'd gone down there without any real expectations – more the hope she might find someone to share time with and perhaps buy a drink for. She'd been careful to select a pub where she knew a lot of women would gather on their way out for a night of clubbing. The men all seemed to congregate at the more sleazy establishment a few blocks away. Mo knew she didn't want to have to put up with their behaviour.

In the end, though, it seemed to Mo as she headed to the carpark she'd have been better staying at home watching one of her not-so-favourite TV shows. There'd been a few smiles and even a couple of quiet 'hellos' but Mo had ended up feeling everyone in the place knew she was 'dateless and desperate'.

And suddenly a voice called out – 'Hey!'

Looking around in surprise Mo saw a tall, brown haired woman approaching her with a brisk pace. She kept walking. Though she recognised the woman, having sat close to her at the bar for a time, Mo couldn't imagine she was the one being called to.

'Wait' came the further call and this time Mo did stop. 

'Going for the car?'

'Yes' answered Mo politely. 'Time to curl up in front of the TV.'

'Lucky mine's in the bedroom then.'

Mo wasn't sure what to make of this exchange and she reached into her small bag for her car keys.

'Come on then' said the tall woman. 'Lets get in the car and get out of here.'

Mo assumed this was just her way of asking for a lift. Well, Mo knew she was kind enough to provide a lift to even a virtual stranger. And at least it offered the prospect of enough conversation that the evening would not be a total waste. Strange, though, that this woman had become so chatty all of a sudden.

They reached the small green hatchback and Mo unlocked the doors. Her new friend stepped in close right then and Mo suddenly felt like her personal space was being invaded.

A hand reached up and grabbed the back of Mo's neck – tight. 'Thought you were just gonna walk out of there without me?' asked the tall woman. Mo started...tried to speak. Hell that grip hurt!

'I just...' she began to say.

'I saw you looking' came the retort. 'You just didn't have the guts to ask.'

Mo was shocked. What could she say? Yes, she'd been 'looking'. She'd even tried saying hello. Mo had been looking for female company. It wasn't more than that she'd been after – was it?

'Come on, get in' said her new friend. 'What's your name girl?'

'Mo.'

'Didn't even ask mine.'

'What's...' 

'I'm Sally. Can tell you are new around here cos most of the chicks in this place know me pretty well. Turn left on the way out.'

'Well I...' started Mo. 'Just turn left, OK' insisted Sally. Of course thought, Mo, she was the one giving the other woman a lift home – to her home.

'So you wanted some but were too shy, is that it?' asked Sally suddenly.

'I was just having a drink' answered Mo. 'I thought I might find someone nice to talk to for a change.'

'Uh huh. Well I am very nice' said Sally. 'Don't you think so?' she asked suddenly and her right hand reached up behind Mo's head and pulled sharply on her hair.

Mo was shocked now. Firstly, this was not exactly a safe manoeuvre even in the slow traffic on these streets. But, secondly, what the hell gave this bitch the idea she could just do that sort of thing? The mild pain and the humiliation stirred something inside Mo. Instantly she was determined to meet any challenge Sally could throw out. Any challenge? She almost immediately started to wonder at the wisdom of her private bravado.

'You're pretty sexy y'know' Sally went on, now relaxing her grip on Mo so as to gently stroke the back of her head. 'I knew you were looking for someone like me.' Mo wondered like what, exactly?

'You were looking, weren't you?' came the further question.

'I...I've never...' spluttered Mo. 'I don't know. I just wanted to talk to someone.'

'Uh huh. Talk. Y' know, you'd get more talk if you looked more sexy. You should wear your shirt like this.' 

And with that Sally reached around and began to unbutton the top of Mo's shirt. Again, Mo was not at all sure this was a wise action when she was behind the wheel. Even stronger, though, was the feeling of being put upon by her new 'friend' – and a little anger at Sally for presuming she could just act any way she pleased!

But by now Sally was opening the third button and spreading Mo's collar wide. Undoubtedly the intent was to display Mo's ample cleavage. 'Nice bra' was, however, the only further comment Sally made. Mo drove on in silence with the cool night air now flowing over her breasts and two of Sally's fingers running over her skin.

Mo now could feel the fear beginning to take hold of her. She wasn't intimidated by lesbians – it was just that, as she'd tried to explain to Sally, to date she'd never actually gotten as far as sexual intimacy with a woman. Yet, here she was feeling trapped in her car, with this woman beginning to touch her in a decidedly sexual manner, apparently driving to a strange house and with no idea what was in store for her other than the fairly strong impression that Sally was, indeed, a lesbian with designs on Mo's body!

Sally was smiling broadly now – it was quite obvious in the glow of the streetlights. Was she enjoying Mo's humiliation or the fact she was starting to play with her tits? Mo knew she was turning red – mostly with shame, though mixed with a little anger. Surely she would not let this woman just dictate to her. There was nothing wrong with having a lesbian fantasy. That did not give anyone the right just to impose themselves as Sally was trying to do. Violation was exactly the word she was looking for.

'Pretty close now' said Sally. Her free hand went to Mo's left thigh. 'Not sure I really like jeans on a chick y'know' she said. And with that the hand moved down towards Mo's crotch. Her response was to try to move her legs together. But Sally simply pulled hard on that left leg and, sternly and without any hint that she might be disobeyed, said quietly to Mo 'put your legs apart!'

Mo was shocked. She was angered. She did exactly as Sally demanded!

Why?!! As Mo slowly parted her legs the red flush in her face flowed down to her neck. She knew Sally was so far in the wrong it wasn't funny. She knew there was no way she could let this bitch just take over. Mo also knew, however, that the churning in her insides was about more than anger at Sally's advance.

Sally was domineering – she was crude. Mo now was even more sure about what lay ahead...and sure she should have no part of it. But deep inside her was the thought she wanted to meet the challenge. Deeper still was the realisation she was enjoying Sally's touch - as rough as it might be.

'In here' came the command. 'Up the back on the left – number 17 is me.' Mo saw the designated parking space marked with the number of Sally's flat. It had been short trip but more than eventful. Mo was shaking as she climbed out of the car and faintly aware that her cunt might just be moistening from Sally's caressing. As they headed to the stairs Mo was acutely aware of how wide open her shirt was. It wasn't a normal practice of hers to go around looking like a hussy. But something about Sally warned her not to try to cover herself now.

At the top of the stairs Sally produced her keys. But before opening the door she again moved towards Mo – this time to pin her against the wall and press her mouth hard against Mo's.

'You better kiss me back next time, ya little slut' she muttered with a note of warning. 

Then they were through the door and into Sally's flat. 'In there' and Sally pointed to the door through to the bedroom. 'I'll get some drinks.'

Mo hesitated. Wouldn't it be enough just to sit in the lounge room? They could talk some more. She knew what Sally was after – or so she thought. But the pace of things...Mo had just wanted to talk.

'Go on, get in there' came the further command as Sally dragged two bottles from the fridge. 

Somehow Mo knew better than to argue. And she knew there was no real choice.

'Let's get comfortable' said Sally and spread herself over the bed. Mo sat quietly next to her – still shaking. If Sally noticed she didn't care much because her next act was to begin undressing as she lay there next to Mo. Off came her shirt and then the skirt. 'No underwear' observed Mo silently.

Holy shit – she was sitting on a stranger's bed next to a stark naked woman! Now what – stare openly as if accepting the challenge? Or try to ignore the situation in the hope Sally would get the point?

'Come here' said Sally softly, reaching up to grab Mo's hair once more. Her head was pulled down, to the bed, to Sally – to her naked breast!

'Yeah, suck it you little slut. This is what you were looking at, so get a good look now.'

Mo wanted to reply. She hadn't been 'looking' at all. She was affronted by Sally's demand. Plus there was the fact that she'd never sucked on another woman's breasts before.

Instead, Mo found herself slowly, tentatively, trying her best to obey. It wasn't easy to open her mouth given the shock she was experiencing. But, ever so slowly, she took in Sally's nipple and began gently to suckle. Fuck, she had no idea what to do and she felt a sudden stab of fear that she might displease Sally. And then what?

But the next thing she heard was a deep gentle sigh escaping from Sally's lips. Mo felt the slightest relief that she seemed to be doing it right. 'It'? – hell, what was she doing lying on his bed suddenly sucking a woman's teat and listening to her getting aroused?

'Yeah' murmured Sally and the pressure on the back of Mo's head increased slightly. She'd had that experience before of course – anytime a man had decided all by himself that Mo really wanted to deepthroat him!

But this was so very different. Mo liked her own nipples and had explored them so many times. Her skin was hot still with the anger and shock - but she was excited by the feel of this strange nipple as it hardened and swelled in her mouth. Mo pulled back slightly to lap gently at the turgid flesh but Sally seemingly wasn't interested in anything gentle. She moved her position and pulled Mo's head once more to position her over the other tit. 'Yeah, the other one now bitch' came the soft command.

Now Mo allowed herself to take in the naked form of her assailant. Sally was leaner than she was and Mo was silently pleased that her breasts were somewhat larger than those of this cocky dyke bitch. The extra weight on Mo's bones was something she'd often felt self-conscious about...but maybe there was no need since Sally had so eagerly chosen her? She noted Sally had a clean-shaven mound. Mo was about to ponder how Sally's might react to her own soft covering when she was drawn back to her predicament. 

'Harder' came another soft command and Mo guessed she was supposed to bite down on Sally's nipple. Gently she dug her teeth in, copying the amount of pressure she herself liked most. Her reward was another soft sound - this time a strong moan. Sally seemed to soften now as warmed up under Mo's nibbling of her nipples. She kept control all the same, guiding Mo's mouth back and forth but her moans somehow seemed to be encouraging her. It couldn't last though!

'Get your clothes off, bitch' came the next command. Mo moved silently to stand by the side of the bed and quickly fumbled at her clothing. She was acutely aware of Sally lying there staring at her as she undressed. Mo really could not recall a time when she'd ever been completely naked in front of another woman and the heat of her embarrassment was mixing with the growing warmth in her cunt. She stood up from removing her knickers and her tits jiggled. 'Nice' was the only comment she got from Sally but there was no mistaking the look of lust in those eyes!

'Kiss me' ordered Sally and Mo leaned over to press her lips against the waiting mouth. Of course Sally knew what she wanted and reached up to pull Mo in closer. This was not a delicate kiss, not the touch of a lover. It was hard and urgent. Mo remembered the earlier warning and as soon as she felt Sally press her tongue forward Mo opened her mouth and allowed herself to be invaded. Not so different from the way most men had kissed her and the taste of stale alcohol only confirmed that!

'Go down on me' sighed Sally next, again in a tone that made it clear she would brook no questions. Those long tanned thighs slid apart and Mo's brain was struggling to comprehend all that was happening now. Somehow, though, her body was able to respond to the command and Mo awkwardly climbed onto the bed and knelt between Sally's legs. 

'Now – do it' hissed the other woman. Mo was shaking again. Having her tits exposed, her cunt rubbed though her jeans...even mouthing those hard nipples – with each step Mo had felt her control stripped away. But Sally was more intimidating than the challenges she'd thrown down so far. Mo knew what a woman's cunt tasted like – she'd savoured her own often enough. She had often thought about how another woman's cunt might smell and taste to her. But those fantasies had involved a kind lover slowly teaching and guiding her. Sally, on the other hand, simply demanded Mo perform and she knew she was frightened she might disappoint. 

'Fuck – stick your tongue in there, bitch' called out Sally as she spread her legs even wider. She was horny and not in a mood to wait.

So Mo simply crouched down between a woman's legs for the first time in her life and began softly to run her tongue along the smooth, wet flesh and dipped into the folds of Sally's hot cunt. God that smell...and the taste!!! And the feeling of that smooth bare flesh. Mo had only once shaved her pussy and the problem was the regrowth had been a killer! But for sure the touch and feel of that skin was something she could learn to enjoy. Mo realised that going down on a woman was not so hard as she'd imagined. She knew now that she could enjoy another woman's taste as much as her own! Still there was the fear that maybe she wasn't performing it the right way – or whatever way would satisfy Sally. 

Not that Sally would have been the least bit interested. She was insistent and urgent in her needs and reached down to take a firm handful of Mo's hair which she then used to pull her mouth even tighter against her sex.

It was painful but for Mo it also was thrilling. She had never minded rough sex play where there was real passion involved. Besides, somehow Mo felt safer as long as it seemed Sally was getting what she wanted. So the yanking on Mo's hair suited her fine if it prevented something worse.

'Stick it in me – inside!' Soon Sally replaced her hisses and moans with more direct coaching of Mo's efforts. Here, there, higher, harder...again and again came the orders. Mo was sure she was doing her best but Sally seemingly could not be satisfied. And always her orders came with calls of 'little bitch', 'you whore' and 'cunt licker'.

And then, after many long minutes, Sally's body tensed and her grip on Mo became still tighter. Surely this was it!...surely Mo had succeeded and Sally was about to cum!...Mo's first ever experience of another woman's orgasm!!!

Sally's hips lifted up, her legs stiffened. In this position Mo was acutely aware of how tightly her face was pressed against the other woman's gushing wet cunt. It wasn't easy to breathe like this. Was going down on a woman really this hard?

Yet all this was overwhelmed by the continued surging of Sally's orgasm. Her moans and harsh commands were gone now, replaced by short gasps and grunts. It sounded almost painful - but Mo knew the certain signs of a massive climax in her tormentor. And there was the taste!!!...a sudden surge of wetness into Mo's mouth as the hot waves of Sally's orgasm surged out of her hole. It was powerful and it was strong tasting...yet smooth and musky. A totally new and amazing experience for Mo. Her own cunt reacted in the nicest possible way. 

Sally, however, barely acknowledged Mo or her reactions – the 'cunt licker' was nothing more than a means to an end it seemed. Mo had thought perhaps now she'd satisfied her captor she might finally be allowed to go on her way – but it was not to be.

'Again' came the rasping voice. 'More.' Mo once more bent to her task. What would it take to satisfy this hard bitch? But Mo also felt a rising eagerness this time as she lapped at the still spasming cunt. At least part of that was caused by the deep twinges in her own sex. She hated Sally and she hated being used and abused like this – but there was no denying her own arousal.

Sally's clit was standing totally erect. Mo was fascinated by it but she sensed perhaps it was still too sensitive to be worked on. So instead she took to thrusting her tongue into the hot, wide hole before her. There still was concern at her inexperience and lack of oral skills. But Mo soon realised that whatever she did Sally would keep on cursing and abusing her – 'dirty whore, 'teach you to look, fucking dog.'

A second orgasm followed soon after! Again Sally's hips bucked and her cunt thrust against Mo's open mouth. This time her hands moved up to her tits and began squeezing and pulling on her nipples. Mo recognised that, too, as a sign of sexual demand since she did the same thing when masturbating alone or when she thought one of her clumsy male lovers was not watching.

But how much more of this could there be?!! She knew about multiple orgasms of course and had always been proud and satisfied by her ability to climax several times in a night. But this... As long as Sally could keep cumming Mo was trapped here.

'Fingers! Stick two fingers in!'

At this Mo truly was grateful. Easier to breathe like this and she suddenly realised just how sore her mouth and jaw were becoming with the incessant demands to minister to Sally's hungry cunt.

Sally resumed her coaching now too – 'deeper...harder...yes...aargh...oohh!!!!!'

Of course she came again – it seemed there was no stopping the lesbo whore. Mo was sure not all lesbians could cum like this. Could they? She enjoyed the realisation that now she could abuse Sally in return by ramming her fingers deep and hard into her sex. But none of it seemed to bother Sally at all - if anything it only helped her to cum even harder and longer!

Mo's knees were sore, her back was aching – God please not more oral so soon! But Sally, for whatever reason, had different plans. 

'The drawer. In the top' she pointed. Mo moved over to the bedside table and there in the top drawer found a collection of sex toys (and noted she'd never been brave enough to do more than hide hers in a towel in a bottom drawer even though she lived alone!). Mo raised one toy cock only to be met with a furious shake of Sally's head. The second choice seemed more to her liking – a long, smooth red object with a simple switch at its base. 

'Use that' she was ordered. 'And bring your hips around up here so I can reach you.' Mo wasn't too sure she liked that idea – hadn't she been 'in reach' enough already and had her hair pulled cruelly as a result?

Tentative again, wanting to please but not wanting to disappoint, Mo slowly brought the buzzing toy to the edge of Sally's cunt. Fingers, even a tongue, had seemed easy enough. Mo knew her own cunt and how best to use her own toys. The concern now was whether she'd be able to use it to Sally's satisfaction. Again the urgent insisting of Sally forced Mo to act. 'Go on, do it' came the order and Mo gave a firm push to the vibrator and inserted it deep into Sally's hole. 

Her moan of pleasure was one thing. Sally, however, chose that moment to deliver a stinging blow to Mo's bottom! Fuck – that hurt!!! Surely she could turn around and just pound on the ungrateful bitch and fight her way out? But the second slap came quickly and gave Mo just enough pause for thought. 




Sally Takes Mo Home and...



In truth she was aroused herself – incredibly turned on she, was realising. The slaps on her butt weren't helping either. Surely Sally couldn't know, could she? Mo had long had a desire to be spanked as part of sex play. It had remained a closely held secret – except for one friend to whom she had regretted letting slip. Somehow it just didn't seem 'right' to Mo that she wanted to be spanked and even hurt. And yet she did want that...and her cunt now was letting her know just how much.

Sally spaced out the blows. Of course she was in a reverie all her own. The spanking wasn't for Mo's benefit. But it did allow her to concentrate on something other than the psycho bitch who'd practically dragged her from the pub!!!

Again Mo allowed herself to take a small pleasure from the fact she was able to give a little abuse to Sally – gradually increasing the speed and the power of her thrusting with the red tool, slamming it into the wide open cunt hole. At least it seemed Sally had something on her mind other than abusing Mo. The name calling was gone, at least for now – replaced by a series of gasps and moans...broken by the sound of the relentless beating on Mo's arse cheeks.

Mo was hot now...her arse surely was bright read and she knew her cunt was leaking furiously. The bitch would notice soon enough.

But instead Sally's next orgasm surged forward and she, as her body bucked and stiffened, chose that very moment to leave Mo's bum and suddenly thrust her fingers deep into Mo's sodden hole. 

It was a shock, it was an assault – it was a fucking liberty!!! Christ it felt good!!!

Mo felt her cunt muscles grip in an involuntary reflex. Perhaps Sally felt it too...because she shoved her fingers in even further as her own orgasm swept along. Mo's arms collapsed at this assault – not for the power but for the utterly incredible feeling of her own desperately horny cunt finally receiving some attention. What to do now? – continue pleasuring Sally or assume this was the start of a new phase in her game? Mo started to withdraw the toy from Sally's cunt but that was met by a curt 'Leave it' and so she assumed her role now simply was to submit.

'Dirty bitch with your hairy cunt' murmured Sally. 'Bring those big hanging tits up here for me.'

It took a little manoeuvring but Mo took up position over Sally now, her tits in the other woman's face and those same fingers once more jammed deep into her hole. As Sally began to suckle the swelling nipples her hand took up a gentle rhythm. Mo might not have believed it but it seemed Sally was capable of being gentle, if not exactly kind.

Of course this was another first for Mo – being sucked and fingered by a woman. She was confused all of a sudden. She'd resented this bitch from the moment they'd gotten into the car together. Now it seemed maybe she'd end up being grateful to Sally for giving her the most incredible sexual experience of her life. Sally's move to start chewing on Mo's nipples didn't change those feelings one little bit and Mo felt herself press forward in silent encouragement.

Soon after a third finger had been shoved in Mo's sex there was a sudden change and Sally once more took charge. 'Kiss' she ordered softly and Mo did her best to elicit a soft pash from Sally. This time Sally did not attack Mo so quickly. Instead she delighted in licking Mo's lips and around her face – obviously enjoying the taste and scent of her own cunt on the face of her hapless victim. 

Sally soon finished, however, and Mo was shoved aside and ordered 'onto the floor, bitch.' Sally now removed the toy from her cunt and pushed and pulled Mo till she was happy with her position – kneeling on the floor and with her upper body resting on the bed. It didn't help Mo's knees at all but this was a more relaxed position. She waited while Sally rummaged in the top drawer.

The bed moved as Sally took up position sitting beside Mo. It seemed Sally gave a gentle caress as she leaned over Mo, softly touching her back, hips and arse cheeks. Mo was conscious that Sally was rubbing something between her own legs, no doubt coating it in the copious wetness produced by her earlier orgasms. The next command was 'legs wider' and Mo sensed what was to come.

She had rather hoped that Sally might choose to reward her new 'cunt licker' by giving her a little oral pleasure in return. Still, it was hard to be disappointed in the sensation of a soft, seemingly large toy being introduced to her cunt entrance! Sally's grip tightened on her back and a little pressure was applied to the invader. Mo knew it was large, certainly wider than any of her own toys. There'd been that cucumber of course...but surely Sally wouldn't hurt her now?!!

Then Sally gave a shove and the tip of the rubber cock slipped past the opening of Mo's hole. 'A nice wet cunt for me' said Sally as she withdrew the toy slightly. 'Make it hot and open, ready for me to use.' And with that she shoved the toy forward once more, this time causing Mo to let forth a loud grunt of protest. For Sally that was a signal to take up her beating again. Several vicious slaps were delivered to Mo's butt as Sally continued to saw the rubber cock back and forth. Mo was getting concerned – both actions were hurting her but above all she didn't want her sex to be damaged. Her cunt definitely was hungry and there was relief at having it filled again. Maybe if things went a little slower...

'Please, just let me...' she started to say. But Sally was feeling strong again and wasn't about to let up for Mo's benefit. 'You can take it, fucking little bitch' she growled. Mo wasn't so sure – but somehow this twin pain was causing her cunt to heat and moisten even further. She knew in her own mind that toy was too large for her hole but the harsh slaps on her bum were proving just enough to stifle further protests. She now knew the greater concern was that Sally might heed her complaints and leave her sex empty and hungry again.

For her part Sally commenced a kind of dance with her hands, shifting her efforts between pounding on Mo's bruised bottom, wedging the rubber phallus hard into her engorged sex and (finally!!!) fingering her hard swollen clit! Jesus Christ! – it was the female equivalent of rape and Mo knew that, as much as she revolted against Sally for simply using her as a fuck toy, her darkest and most secret desires finally were being realised. There was danger here for she had no way of knowing where or when Sally would stop – but equally she feared the assault would stop!

'Please, I'm going to...' Mo started to say but she was met with a hail of slaps on her backside. How could Sally know this was what Mo had wanted for so long? Of course she didn't – this was what Sally wanted. There was lust in her beating of Mo, but there was a cruelty as well. It frightened and thrilled Mo in equal measures.

'Fucking on too many of those little cocks' growled Sally. 'You'll cum for me now – cum nice and good.' And her work on Mo's aching clit was certainly doing the trick. Mo knew it was only moments till she would be thrown over the edge and her body finally give up the climax Sally seemed so keen to see.

'Legs wider' came the command and Mo sank further into the bed to give Sally the best access she could. One hand stayed with the dildo now slowly shoving it deep and hard against her cervix. Mo was sure her cunt could not accommodate such a huge object for much longer. Sally's other hand, however, was keeping up a constant strumming on her clit and it was that combination that finally did the trick.

Mo felt her cunt erupt and her body wrench. She also heard her mouth open and a stream of grunts and groans issue forth. She even heard herself say 'thank you.' God there was no denying how low she'd been brought – to actually thank this wild bitch for the assault she'd just endured! How could she?

Sally kept right on working though, slowly stroking her tunnel with the large toy and gently massaging the swollen and numbed clit, allowing Mo to ride out her orgasm and extract every tiny piece of pleasure and release.

Soon, though, Sally decided that she was ready for the next phase and so, not even allowing Mo's breathing to return to normal, she ordered her new playmate onto the bed and onto her back.

At least now Mo could rest. Given the chance to regain her energy she could have a chance of coping with whatever the next challenge might be. Mo had given up wondering when Sally might release her. Truthfully she wasn't sure she wanted to be released. It became even harder to decide as Sally took up position between Mo's legs and proceeded to lap at her soaking wet hole. 

Mo tried to take mental notes of what was being done to her. She wanted to remember this, of course, but she also figured what Sally did was what Sally liked to receive and it could be important to know how to eat the other woman's cunt in case it was demanded again. It was not easy to concentrate though – whatever Sally was doing felt truly divine and completely fucking brilliant! Mo knew her cunt was gushing juices still and there was a stab of self-consciousness about that - drinking another woman's moisture was one thing but being tasted in her turn somehow was being exposed just that little bit too much.

Would that have occurred to Sally? Mo knew it wouldn't – nor was she currently inclined to worry any more about it. The soft pressure of that tongue on her labia, against her clit, inside her hole – Mo knew she didn't want to give Sally any kind of reward but she simply could not help herself as she spread her legs even further to open her cunt to the other woman.

And Sally displayed the kind of stamina she'd demanded of Mo. Though Mo was never going to climax so soon after her first, Sally seemed content to stay down there for the longest time, licking and sucking at her. Several times Mo dared to peek down her body and was amazed and thrilled by the sight. She was seeing a woman perform oral sex for the first time! And the recipient, the one with her legs spread and her cunt being licked, was herself!!! How strange to see her own wetness smeared across Sally's face. 

The other woman worked slowly but obviously was enjoying making the effort. Mo gradually allowed herself to relax and revel in the experience – even to think that she could be desirable to a woman such as Sally, confident and sexual and experienced.

But Sally was more than confident – she was insatiable it seemed! Having finally consumed all the juicy remnants of Mo's orgasm Sally moved up along her body. 'Hold you tits together' she commanded, her face glistening in the dim light. Mo moved to comply – somewhere along the way she'd lost the divide between intimidation and desire.

She pushed her tits together as ordered, proud of their size compared to Sally. Her aggressor had a sexy body but she was lean. Mo was larger, softer but she'd always enjoyed the attention her tits received from her male lovers – well, those who knew what to do with a woman. Sally certainly knew.

Her mouth on Mo's hardened nipples sent sparks shooting through her body. Mo felt the emptiness in her cunt now. What to do? Surely not beg? But no – Mo knew she didn't want to give up the pleasure she was receiving now. As Sally started to get rougher on her teats, nibbling and biting, Mo almost wanted to reach up and pull Sally's head in closer, to urge her 'more...harder.' Christ, what was happening to her?

After long minutes of pleasure (mostly her own, surely) Sally broke away and sat at the side of the bed. She reached down and retrieved on of the bottles of beer, pulled the top off and offered it to Mo. She shook her head slightly. Beer was what had gotten her into this trouble. Sally just shrugged and took a long pull from the bottle.

'Arms above your head' she directed and as Mo reached up to find the iron lattice at the top of the bed Sally produced some lengths of rope from one of her drawers. Mo was startled by this. A shiver of fear passed through her. Alright – being used for sexual pleasure...well that was one thing and maybe as much as Mo could cope with. Being tied up, and that obviously was the plan, took things in a new direction altogether.

As Sally roughly (it seemed her way of doing everything) bound her wrists to the iron Mo wanted to argue, protest – maybe even plead. She was well out of her depth. But she was intrigued, too. Being spanked was one of Mo's secret fantasies. Another, seemingly not so sick, was to be tied to a bed and taken advantage of. But Mo had always imagined that being done with one of her more regular lovers. There was a sense of her wanting to be safe even while she gave up control.

Here, now, with Sally, there was nothing like a feeling of safety. Her heart was beating faster now and as Sally tied her ankles wide apart to the bottom corners of the bed she knew her cunt was leaking too.

Sally took another swig from the bottle and commenced once more to play with Mo's cunt lips. Her fingers quickly found Mo's slit and rubbed back and forth along its length. Every now and again her free hand would reach up to Mo's nipples, to squeeze and pull – hard! Mo could only gasp in reply, a sign Sally obviously took to mean she was enjoying the treatment.

Soon there was a finger in Mo's hole, then a second. Sally was breathing harder now too. Mo still felt slight pangs of fear. She was aroused by the fact Sally was getting so turned on by her body. But Mo also knew that as Sally got more excited she'd again take liberties. Sally was the one in charge she remembered. 

Three fingers were inside Mo's cunt by this stage. It was very pleasurable...Sally was taking her time and there was no question she knew the right places to apply pressure. There was a brief interruption when Sally leaned across to take a small bottle from the bedside drawers. Next Sally began to thrust harder into Mo and with her free hand now she took to rubbing gently on Mo's clit.

Mo couldn't help reacting to that and she instinctively tried to move her body to gain more pressure from Sally. But instantly she was reminded of her bonds. She was trapped. Getting more from Sally might require pleading...even begging. Instead she settled for loud moans.

Sally did not even look at Mo. For several minutes she kept working on Mo's cunt though Mo could see she was excited by what she was doing.

The little bottle came up and Mo felt the cool liquid being squirted on her cunt lips and, she guessed, Sally's hand. She wondered why – Mo knew there was no lack of moisture in her cunt!

The pressure in her hole increased now as Sally added a fourth finger. Mo didn't know what to make of this. The earlier dildo had been large. One or two of her lovers had tried to shove extra fingers into her sex – usually pretty clumsy efforts. Mo knew she could take a bit of this extra pressure but it seemed Sally was very much taking her time. What if it became too much for Mo?

Sally knew what she was doing (or had she sensed Mo's concern?) and returned to rubbing and strumming Mo's swollen clit. 'Aaaah' came a long sigh from Mo. Yes that was something she could endure. Sally had noticed that and she grunted in reply.

'Relax now my little whore' she whispered. 'I want your cunt – all of your cunt.'

Again there was confusion in Mo. She had a hint of what Sally had in store and she was a little afraid. But she also knew that she didn't dare ask her to stop. There was the fear of Sally's rage if she did...and the fear of giving up this incredible sensation if Sally complied.

'Relax slut...you're gonna take it all.'

Jesus, no! 'I...I...' Mo started to say.

'Shhh' came back the harsh reply. 'I said you'll take it all.'

More liquid now and more pressure. No no – not that!!!! Mo knew she'd not been stretched this wide since giving birth. But somehow she knew this was not the end of it either. Mo just dropped her had back and shut her eyes. 'Please, please' she thought to herself. It hurt, it was scary – it was fucking amazing!

More and more she felt Sally's hand press into her opening. Ohhhh!!! It wasn't just the four fingers insider her, she could feel Sally's knuckles against her hole. Thankfully Sally maintained her playing with Mo's clit. The distraction was welcome – though not totally successful. Sally knew what she was doing...and Sally was not going to stop. Mo was sure she would split at any moment – her delicate skin had to tear under the pressure of this assault. She tried to concentrate on her breathing, to help her deal with this new pain and to wait out Sally's game.

And then Mo felt Sally's arm move forward and there was a queer feeling in her cunt. The burning ache of her hole was gone now but suddenly her cunt seemed fuller than she'd ever imagined it could. Fuck, what was that?!!

'That's it little whore' murmured Sally. 'Take it all.'

Mo dared to lift her head. Oh fuck!!!! – Sally's hand had disappeared. Her cunt was full because another woman's hand was inside her – the whole hand!!!

Sally never stopped strumming Mo's clit. Slowly she moved her hand inside Mo's cunt, gradually turning it for one side to the other....sometimes pulling back slightly and then pushing forward again. Sally's wrist of course was thinner than her fist and that meant Mo no longer had to endure the burning pain of her hole being stretched. Instead she had to come to terms with the totally new sensation of having another person's hand inside her vagina. Her cervix was being crushed...there was a dull feeling somewhere near her bowels...all that bulk inside her was pressing on her organs...and somehow Mo was acutely aware of every breath she was taking. 

But above all she was totally and utterly aware of her cunt. As a woman of course Mo knew all about her cunt – her sex, her womanhood. Jesus though! – that was nothing compared to the sensation of it being jammed full, stretched and abused like this. To Mo it seemed now like her body was nothing but an extension of her cunt – truly she knew all about her cunt at this point!

And then Sally interrupted her reverie. 'Cum for me.' It was perhaps more of a question than a demand. Mo felt the most incredible feeling she'd ever felt in her body and Sally was doing her best to help with the insistent rubbing on her clit. It was so totally erotic and wild. But it also was too new and deep down Mo still wasn't sure what to make of Sally. There was some fear still. And she thought it best to concentrate on her own breathing. Mo knew she wouldn't cum like this, not this time, no matter how amazing it felt.

At the gentle shake of her head Sally merely shrugged and seemed to content herself with what she was doing to Mo. 'Big slut...with your fat juicy cunt. I knew I could fist you, wet little whore.'

And then suddenly there was a new pressure in Mo's cunt and Sally was pulling her hand out! Already?!! Or was that what Mo wanted? She no longer had any idea.

Oh, more of that burning feeling. Though far worse was the emptiness in her cunt as Sally withdrew her wrist, then her knuckles, her thumb and finally her fingers. What the hell, thought Mo. She'd never ever have wanted to be fisted. She never wanted it again. But she hadn't wanted it to stop!

Sally reached up and pulled at the ropes on either wrist. Mo felt her bonds loosen and happily worked her hand free to allow her to rest her aching arms. As she did Sally found the large vibrator and moved to the bottom of the bed where she knelt between Mo's still tied legs. 

She wasted no time – clearly fully aroused from her final assault on Mo – and jammed the rubber cock deep into herself. Sally's head went back and she moaned loudly.

Mo felt the need to check out her most precious parts and dropped one hand to her cunt. God, her hole was so big and open now. Her cunt lips were swollen, probably even bruised. She'd be sore tomorrow. She had to hope that everything would recover in time. Sally had been totally amazing – but maybe she'd been so keen on her own pleasure she'd damaged Mo? But damn her cunt felt hollow – more empty than she'd ever known. At least her clit was in good working order and Mo tried to comfort herself by ever so gently teasing and pushing her little bud.




Sally Takes Mo Home and...



Sally noticed that and cursed Mo some more. 'Dirty, horny bitch' she muttered. 'Do it for me now slut – show me.' So Mo continued to work on her clit...making sure to use only the most gentle of pressure. It felt like there was no permanent damage but for now Mo had taken as much as she could.

As she slowly rubbed away Sally's breathing deepened and she began to thrust the buzzing cock harder and deeper into her own hole. Soon her head fell back again but that couldn't hide the rasping of her breath. Nor could the sound of Sally's breathing cover the sound of her wet cunt around the thick phallus.

Mo wasn't sure what to make of all this. It would have been a sure turn-on in different circumstances. Right at this point, however, she was tired, sore...and still a little shocked at what Sally had done to her. Or was ir shock that she had more or less allowed Sally to use and abuse her like that?

Too late for more thought – Sally was erupting once more with a massive orgasm. 'Fuuuuuck!' Then without warning she slumped across Mo's legs and shoved a hand down under her stomach so that, Mo guessed, she could finish off with some nice rubbing of her own clit. 

Amazed at herself once more, Mo ceased her own pleasure and ever so carefully reached out to Sally, to stroke her hair softly. She waited for more verbal abuse but it didn't come. Instead Sally seemed in her post-orgasmic reverie to be content to receive the other woman's soft touch. It was a strange riposte to Sally's earlier intensity. 

As they lay there together Sally slowly untied Mo's ankles. Still, neither of them moved for many long minutes. Mo was almost frozen – undecided whether to try again to flee...or to thank Sally. 

Finally, of course, it was Sally who made the first move. She climbed up off Mo and sat herself on the side of the bed. Once again she drank from the open bottle, this time succeeding in draining it. 

'I should let you get home' she said. Somehow it seemed her voice had a tender note in it. But there was no mistaking – Mo had been dismissed, the fuck toy was no longer needed. For almost the last time that night Mo moved to comply with her orders. When she reached down to find her underwear Sally spoke again. 'No - leave them. You can have them back when you come over on Sunday.' 

At that she slowly moved to stretch out over the bed, obviously tired as well, perhaps now succumbing to the effects of the alcohol. Mo quickly pulled on her jeans and pulled up the zip. She picked up her shirt and her shoes. Shouldn't she really say something now? Thank you? Fuck you?

'Be here for lunch' murmured Sally. 'You know where it is.'

And with that Mo silently retreated from the bedroom. She would note the address on the way out. She did know where it was. But she didn't want to disappoint Sally when Sunday came.



Sally Teases



My wife, Sally, and I had been married for five years – she was 29, I was 32 – and our sex life, while still active, was getting a little stale. And we knew it. There only seem to be so many variations... we'd both been very active sexually before we met, and I think we were both getting hit hard by the 'same person for the rest of your life' syndrome.

Sally is a pretty woman, a little overweight but that just adds to the overall impression of voluptuousness and her big (38D) boobs always got men's heads turning when she showed off her cleavage.

We did all the things people do to spice up their sex lives, porn mags, lingerie, role playing, different locations, etc, and it all helped, no doubt about that – sex was still better with Sally than anyone else had ever been – but we were both still left with the feeling that it could be just that little bit better. Things were complicated somewhat by my occasional failure to perform, which I put down to overwork and sally never made an issue of.

The thing that tipped the balance was a New Years Eve party last year. Sally's a natural flirt, which I love, and dresses sexy. On that night he was wearing a mid thigh red dress with a low cut top, a sexy red lacy bra and no knickers (she knows how much I love that!).

Anyway drink flowed, everyone danced, midnight came and went, and I lost track of Sally. No big deal, we aren't joined at the hip, but I was getting tired and went in search of her. She wasn't far away – dancing in the next room with one of my mates. I was just about to leave them to it when I realised one of his hands was massaging her bum, and as I watched he lowered his face to hers and they started kissing. There were only two other couples in there, and they were too intent on their respective partners to take much notice of anything else. I ducked out of the room again and got a drink, then went back to see what was happening. 

He had her pressed against the wall now and at the back I could see her dress had been pulled up too her waist and his hands were kneading the cheeks of her arse. A couple of times he tried to slip a hand around the front, but she pushed his hand away, but she didn't seem to mind him playing with her bare arse! Nor with him pushing his tongue in her mouth. Just then she opened her eyes and saw me, and pushed him away. He turned and saw me too, and they both looked sheepish. To give him his due, he came straight over to me and apologised, saying it wasn't her fault and it was just the drink. I think he thought I was going to deck him!

I ignored him and told Sally it was time to go. She was quiet, thinking I was cross. We left the house and walked a little way up the road before I dragged her down an alley and pressed her against the wall like he had, pulling up her skirt at the back and squeezing her arse as I pushed my tongue into her shocked mouth. 

I pulled my mouth from hers without releasing my grip on her cheeks, and pressed my erection against her. 

"Was he a good kisser?" I asked. Sally's not stupid, and had worked out what was going through my mind.

"Yes, he was, lovely." I quivered and she felt my cock twitch against her belly.

"Did he get you wet?" She nodded. "You slut," I snarled, and spun her round, bending her over a dustbin nearby. I released my cock and pushed into her roughly. "Bet you wish this was him fucking you..."

I lasted about a dozen strokes before I came inside her, an orgasm so intense my legs started shaking so much I thought I'd fall over. She whimpered as I came. 

Then I stood her up and smoothed down her dress and we walked the 5 minutes home in virtual silence, both of us, I think, embarrassed by what had just happened, and we went to bed without really speaking. 

The next night was tense, but she finally brought the subject up, tearfully apologising and promising that it wouldn't happen again. I made her tell me all the details – not that there were many – and within minutes my cock was raging again, so much so that I pushed her to the floor and virtually raped her on the living room floor. This time I lasted longer and she orgasmed violently as I came inside her. We both lay silently sweating in the aftermath, with Sally looking at me oddly.

Again it didn't get mentioned for a few days until we were next in bed. We'd gone through the foreplay stage and I had just mounted Sally, when annoyingly, and not for the first time, my erection started to fade. I looked anxiously at Sally but she smiled, and said "Martin's hands felt lovely on my bum." 

That's all it took. In 2 seconds flat I was as hard as an iron bar as I thrust into her. We both came wildly again.

We fell into a pattern of lovemaking where, if I couldn't get it up, she'd tell me how nice it was kissing martin, the feel of his tongue in her mouth, his hands on her skin, his cock pressing against her, and it seemed to stimulate us both to the most amazing climaxes.

Martin, for his part, was apologetic when I next saw him, but I made light of it as if it was an everyday occurrence. I told him (rightly) that she was a born flirt, and (wrongly) that it happened all the time, and (rightly) that I didn't mind at all. When he realised things were cool between us he confided that he really fancied her, and that the opportunity to cop a feel had seemed too good to pass up. Feeling braver when he saw that I wasn't reacting badly, he told me she had an amazing arse and that it was a shame he didn't get to take things further, telling me that he thought she must be a 'right cracker' in bed and that he was jealous.

That night I almost dragged Sally to the bedroom, and told her what Martin had said, embellishing things a little, telling her that he'd said he really wanted to fuck her, and that he'd had a wank after thinking about her. Again we both reached a new peak that night, but after she warned me that, although as a fantasy it was great, she would never, ever go with another man all the time she was married to me.

After some frank and open talk – the first, in all honesty, for far too long, I admitted that although I was really excited at seeing her being felt up by another man, and that I wouldn't object if it happened again, and she – hesitantly – admitted that she enjoyed it also, and that the episode with martin, although rare, wasn't the first. Then we masturbated each other to a phenomenal orgasm while she told me of two other similar episodes at parties with friends of ours where she'd let them kiss her and have a grope – one, when she was wearing a boob tube, even succeeding in getting her tits out!

We'd been invited to another party in a week's time and we both got more and more nervous as the time got closer. Nothing was said, but on the night Sally asked me if I wanted her to wear knickers, and I said no. She asked what I'd like her to wear and I nervously selected a black boob tube, meaning that she couldn't wear a bra, and a flared black skirt that came half way to her knee. She raised an eyebrow at my choice, but made no further comment. 

Sally looked sensational and I found it hard to keep my hands off her. I felt myself thinking that I hoped she'd have the same effect on other guys.

The party was in full swing when we arrived, and I proceeded to feed sally with vodka in the hope that she'd 'dance' with another guy. We didn't know many people there, but Martin was there and greeted us both warmly, eyeing Sally hungrily. 

I got chatting to some other guys, wandering off now and again to check on Sally. She was having a great time, dancing with all and sundry, but nothing much was happening. Towards the end of the evening I heard the music slow down and suggested to Martin that he ought to go and dance with Sally. He grinned and disappeared. I left it 10 minutes, then went off in search of them, but was surprised to find Martin in the hallway, alone. 

I asked him why he wasn't with Sally and he said that someone else had beaten him to it. I went to go into the room where people were dancing but he pointed me at a different room where the lights were dimmer. "They only went in there a minute ago" he said. 

I slipped into the room quietly and sat on the floor, doing my best to look the worse for wear and invisible. There was another couple in the chair in the corner kissing, and I saw Sally and a guy I hadn't seen before on the sofa kissing. My cock was instantly hard as I saw him put a hand on her breast, only to have it pushed away. 

Her eyes opened for a moment and she caught sight of me, looking a little uncomfortable, but I smiled at her and she smiled back before closing her eyes and opening her mouth to accept his tongue again. 

This time when his hand went to her breast she didn't stop him, and he massaged it for a minute through her top before slipping a hand inside. As he pushed his hand in the whole front of the boob tube was pushed down and her right breast popped into view. Seeing that she made no move to cover it, he tugged some more and both breasts were exposed. At that point Martin slipped into the room and sat next to me.

"Christ!" he whispered. "Fantastic tits!"

The guy she was with obviously thought so too, as he dipped his head to suck on one of her engorged nipples. She took the opportunity to open her eyes again and smiled at me, then did a double take seeing Martin sat there, then shrugged and closed her eyes again. 

The guys hands started wandering over her legs, rubbing up and down her thigh, but every time he tried to put one under her skirt she pushed his hand away. Again she looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I smiled at her and nodded, at which she again closed her eyes and, next time the wandering hand slipped under her skirt, she not only let it go, she opened her legs slightly to make it easer. 

I knew when his hand encountered her pussy because he stopped dead – he wasn't expecting to find a naked pussy, let alone a freshly shaved one. He stopped sucking her nipple and looked down, lifting her skirt right up to her waist so he (and we) could see everything. His hand dove between her parted thighs and Martin and I saw quite clearly as he slipped first one, then a second finger inside her, and just as clearly we saw her open her legs wider and push her pelvis against his fingers, and heard her moan.

"Fucking hell she's loving that" Martin whispered. 

He didn't need to say it – she grabbed his wrist to push his fingers deeper, her hips jerking against them as she started to cum. She clamped her mouth on his to try to suppress her moans, but she was still loud enough for the other couple to stop what they were doing and look over!

When her orgasm subsided she pushed him away and straightened her clothing, covering herself back up. He asked if he could fuck her but she said no, her husband was at the party and if he caught them he'd turn nasty! He looked pretty pissed off, but let her go.

She left the room and a minute later we followed. I met her in the hall. Martin was grinning from ear to ear. "That was bloody fantastic!" he said. 

"We need to get home, now!" Sally almost panted at me. I called a cab and they said it would be around 10 minutes. I told Sally this and she went off to get another drink. Martin was still going on about what a fantastic sight it had been and what a lucky guy I was. I laughed and told him he had ten minutes to get his turn!

As luck would have it he'd just cornered her and was kissing her deeply when the taxi arrived. He looked crestfallen but I suggested to Sally that he come with us and she said "Whatever."

I surprised everyone by grabbing the front seat in the cab, leaving the back to Martin and Sally. They started kissing again as soon as they were inside and at one point I thought the driver was going to crash! I looked around to see what he'd seen in the rear view mirror. Sally's ample tits were out again and Martin's hand was up her skirt. Judging by the look on her face he was hitting the spot!

As the car drew up outside the house Sally covered herself up and they went indoors while I paid the cabbie. 

I went to get drinks and Sally came out to the kitchen and kissed me. 

"Are you still happy about this? She asked.

I nodded enthusiastically. "OK, me too," she said. "It's really exciting, but Martin isn't allowed to fuck me. You make sure he knows that."

"Sure, of course," I said, "But how far is he allowed to go? It's not fair to get him all worked up and not finish him off, like you did that guy at the party."

"How far do you want me to go?" She asked. I just grinned. "OK," she said, then we'll play it by ear. Just so long as you tell him no fucking!"

She sent me back to the living room, where I quickly gave Martin the low-down. He was in full agreement and said if anyone felt things were going too far, just to say the word and he'd stop and leave immediately, no worries. 

Sally came back in with a couple of beers and a couple of bottles of Smirnoff ice, her favourite tipple. 

She sat down on the sofa next to Martin – I was sat in the armchair opposite – and leaned against him. Martin kissed her passionately, and pulled down the front of the boob tube exposing her breasts again. I could tell how turned on Sally was because her nipples looked painfully stiff, and she whimpered as Martin took one into his mouth.

Of her own volition she pulled up her skirt and opened her legs, her pussy lips gaped open obscenely and I could see how wet she was. 

"Feel my cunt" she groaned at Martin. Two fingers slipped straight in up to the knuckle. 

I couldn't take any more, I freed my cock and started to masturbate. Martin was driving his fingers in and out of her, his thumb on her clit, and he added a third to her well stretched hole which seemed to send her over the edge and she wailed as she came. It was too much for me and I splashed my load onto the carpet. 

They both took a few minutes to cool down, then Martin thanked us and said he should go and leave us to finish the evening off. 

"Not so fast," Sally said with a wicked grin. "Mark said I shouldn't leave you high and dry." With that she reached for his zipper and pulled out a very healthy looking cock. "It's only fair I help you out," she said as she started to give him a hand job.

The look on his face was magic, but it turned to one of disbelief as she lowered her head and took the end in her mouth and proceeded to give him an expert, enthusiastic blow job. Not to be left out I knelt behind her and slipped my cock into her sopping wet hole. Martin unloaded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop, and I came again so hard my head swam.

That was about it for that night – Martin went home, we had mind-blowing sex again and Sally made me cum by telling me how good it felt to be felt up by other men, and how she loved having Martin cum in her mouth. 

That was eight years ago. We have had all kinds of adventures since then, and she relaxed her no fucking rule with Martin eventually, but numerous men have had a feel and a lucky few have finished off with a blow job or a tit wank!