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Simon and Becky Ch. 01

By: Otazel



I'm Simon, I'm twenty-three years old and I'm now sexually experienced. I say that with some pride because until only a year or so ago the most I'd ever done was kiss a girl, and that was a long time before. Now I've tried more things than most people do in a lifetime. It was when I met Becky that everything changed. I was, as you might say, fast-tracked through the world of sexual exploration, and the kinky part of it too. It has been a breathtakingly wonderful experience. I'll try and tell you the story of how it happened, but it'll take more than one chapter.

I'm the stereotype average guy, tallish, slimish, with mousy brown hair and acne scars. I'm also naturally a rather shy person, with very little self confidence and a bad case of insecurity. That's just the way I was built, but the problem was aggravated by an incident that took place when I was just, and only just, thirteen. I was at a school friend's birthday party and during a childishly innocent game of 'postman's knock' it fell to me to kiss a girl named Andrea. It just so happened that I didn't like her and she didn't like me, so it was with some reluctance that I went through into the darkened hallway where she was waiting for me. What happened next was to shape my life for years.

As I went to self-consciously put my arms around her I accidentally – and honestly, it really was accidentally - touched her newly growing left breast. Her reaction was completely, and I believe deliberately, over the top. She ran back into the party in floods of crocodile tears, shouting and screaming, calling me all sorts of names and swearing to everyone that I'd tried to 'feel her up'. The result was that I was sent home in disgrace to face my wrathful and suspicious parents. But worse was to come, because the next day Andrea put it around the school that I'd tried to rape her, and I was bullied mercilessly from then on. She never did set the record straight and I had to go through the rest of my school years with the nickname 'Pervy Simon'. Whoever said that school kids can be cruel was a supreme master of understatement!

You can imagine that for someone with low self confidence anyway, this was quite devastating and had the effect of causing me to become something of a reluctant loner, someone with few friends and who avoided contact with the opposite sex at all costs. It wasn't until I'd left school and began to develop my own new circle of acquaintances that I began to relax a little, but by then the damage had been done. I was now so far behind the level of sexual experience that my friends had reached, or at least the level they said they'd reached, that I daren't go on a date in case my lack of practice showed through and I set myself up for further ridicule. The classic dilemma.

The result was twofold. Firstly I went through my teenage years, the years when I most people begin to experiment with sex, relying solely on my right hand to provide an outlet and I emerged into my twenties as a complete virgin. Secondly, because I still actively avoided any sexual contact I now picked up the new nickname of 'Saint Simon'. Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire. Isn't it a wonderful world? 

I've told you all that because it will help you understand what happened last year. You see I don't want you to think I'm a woman hater, or that I'm a closet gay or anything.

Now, to cut a long story a bit shorter, myself and several friends went out one evening to celebrate one of them making it as far as twenty-one, with everyone getting rat-arsed but me as I was the 'designated driver' for the occasion. Yes, I still get all the fun! Anyway, at the end of the night I dropped everyone else off and then took the 'birthday boy' himself home, and as he was in no state to navigate his own way up the path I draped his arm around my shoulder and half walked, half dragged him into the house. 

There I found that his twin sister was home with some of her friends, all of them drunk, having been out celebrating the same birthday. They were in a quandary, as their own designated driver, Becky, had been unable to resist and was as smashed as the rest of them. So my appearance was immediately seized upon as the answer to their prayers and I was somehow roped in to run home the two who could not sleep over. I assume they expected to be safe with 'Saint Simon'.

One of them, Mia, lived quite close by and she was soon dropped off, but then I discovered that the other one, Becky, the erstwhile driver, lived out in the sticks and I had about a forty minute drive to deliver her home. I wasn't over impressed by this, but as I'd promised to get her home, get her home I would. I remember wondering to myself if St. Simon was the patron saint of suckers.

About halfway into the journey Becky suddenly declared an urgent need to pee and, as the road was deserted, tree lined, and unlit, I just sighed and pulled into a gateway to let her do what was necessary. She stumbled from the car, slid down a little embankment behind the trees and disappeared from sight, whilst I sat and waited. It was a bright moonlight night and so I couldn't see her getting into difficulties.

After what seemed an inordinately long time with no sign of her return I climbed out of the car and went in search of her, half expecting to find her in a drunken sleep on the grass somewhere. But as I got near the top of the bank I heard laughing and scrabbling noises and I looked over to find her half way up the slope, unable to climb any further and collapsed in a giggling heap. For some reason I never did discover, she had her knickers in her hand and, with her short tennis style, skirt rucked up, she was displaying a very shapely bottom for the world to see.

"I can't get out of this hole". She said, looking blearily up at me and waving her free hand in my general direction. "Give me a pull up, will you?"

"It isn't a hole, it's a hill," I replied crossly, wondering why I'd let myself get talked into being a taxi service in the first place.

"Whatever it is, I still can't get out of it." She carried on waving an expectant hand at me.

"Alright, pull your bloody skirt down and cover yourself up, and then grab hold of my hand." I resigned myself to helping her up and leaned over, extending my hand towards hers. 

I had expected her to reach behind and adjust her clothes before taking my hand, so her next action caught me completely by surprise. Instead of reaching behind to her skirt, she suddenly giggled, grabbed my hand, and gave an almighty heave, pulling me off balance and down on top of her. Together we rolled down the slope and ended up in an untidy heap at the bottom. 'Ha, fucking ha', I thought, annoyed at myself for falling for such a childish prank.

"Oohh, that's nice!" It wasn't until she spoke, still giggling, but with a certain huskiness in her voice, that I realised that I had landed on top of her and that my right hand was placed fully and firmly over her left breast.

It was all happening again! Total panic overtook me, especially as my cock reacted by immediately becoming rock hard and pressing against her stomach. I had visions of all my troubles starting up again, another birthday bringing another accusation, except this time an allegation of attempted rape would see me behind bars. The irritation I'd felt at being kept waiting disappeared and was replaced by sheer terror. I jerked my hand away and tried desperately to roll away from her, but she grabbed hold of my hand, pressing it back against her breast, squeezing her hand over mine so that I could feel her stiffening nipple under my palm. Pulling away now just brought her with me and I ended up on my back with her lying half on top of me, still mauling her own breast with my hand. Becky was a tall, well built girl, not someone I could easily push away from me, but I kept trying. 

"No, don't stop, don't you like it?" She had stopped giggling and was now panting, partly from arousal and partly from exertion. 

Of course I bloody liked it, but I daren't let it happen. 

"Come on then, kiss me." With that she clamped her mouth over mine, her tongue probing between my astonished lips. 

I'd never been kissed like that before, in fact I'd hardly ever been kissed at all, and then it had been with mouth closed, so this was an experience and a half as far as I was concerned. For a moment I lay rigid from sheer disbelief, and then I felt her release my hand and I managed to pull it from between us. I put one hand on each side of her head and pushed, forcing her mouth from mine, momentarily mourning that lost kiss before common sense took over again. I held her head away from my face and looked straight into her eyes, realising in that instant that, drunk or not, here was one beautiful young woman.

"Stop it, Becky. We shouldn't be doing this." I spoke directly at her face, but I don't think a word was registering. She was gazing down at me with eyes filled with drunken lust. "Come on, let's go." I went on. "I've promised to get you home safely." I emphasised the word 'safely', but to no effect.

Her only reaction was to use the gap now created between us to pull up her top, freeing her breasts and deliberately offering them to me. "Suck them, Simon, come on, suck them, and suck them hard."

"No, Becky, no!" I tried once more to pull myself from beneath her and the terror I felt finally gave me the strength to push her away, and I slid free. 

But for all her drunkenness, Becky was much quicker than I expected and she flung herself over me, this time landing with her body diagonally across mine but facing towards my feet. One quick wriggle and she threw her leg over me so that she lay straddling me, trapping my head between her naked thighs and pinning my arms beneath her. For the very first time in my life a smelled the beautiful scent of a sexually aroused woman's cunt. It was a gorgeous and intoxicating scent that made my cock harden even more and I hesitated to push her away again. I wanted, - oh, how I wanted - to bury my face in the join of those legs!

Things were rapidly getting out of hand now; I was becoming as horny as she was. I wanted very much to be like other men and have sex with a woman, and I knew that this was probably my best chance. All I had to do was lean forward and I could taste her. I was sure she would let me loose enough to run my tongue around her cunt lips and, possibly, even to fuck her. But then what if I didn't do it right and she cottoned on to it being my first time? Would I be laughed at? 

I made up my mind. I couldn't risk it. I couldn't let anything happen between us. It would after all, I reasoned to myself, be a betrayal, a taking advantage of her drunken state, and anyway I was pinned down by her legs. In other words, I was chickening out, throwing away the best chance I would probably ever get. I desperately wanted it to happen, and at the same time I desperately wanted it not to, if you can understand what I mean.

All these thoughts took but the few moments of hesitation to race through my mind, but it was long enough for Becky to act. I felt, rather than heard, the sound of my zip descending and then her hand was wriggling its way into my boxers. The first feel of cool fingers closing around my hot hard shaft was just sensational - and I surrendered. I couldn't fight my need any more and I lay passively while Becky pulled my cock out, even though she did actually hurt me trying to bend it through my fly. Then I felt her warm moist lips close over my head, her tongue working against my shaft, and I was lost. The feeling was so good, so utterly fantastic that she could do whatever she pleased as far as I was concerned, just so long as she didn't stop. If she was going to try and set me up for sexual assault tomorrow, then so be it, and if she wanted to ridicule my inexperience, then that was ok too, just please don't fucking well stop!

I did wonder for about half a second if I should try and take on an active role, but it was feeling far too fucking good to interrupt her, even if I was able to move and knew what to do, so in the end I just laid back and let her get on with it. That, in retrospect, was one very wise decision.

I don't know if you can picture what was happening? We were lying at the base of a grassy slope, miles from anywhere, out of sight of the road (which is just as well as we were bathed in early summer moonlight), and surrounded by tree dotted pasture. It was just the sort of location that lovers dream of for their trysts, romantic and isolated, with just the hint of a risk of discovery to give it an edge. In other circumstances it would have been intensely erotic, but probably not when one partner is filled with anxiety and the other filled with drunken lust. 

If anyone had been watching it must have looked to them as if we were in the classic sixty-nine position, with Becky on top, but in reality it was more of a 'nine' position as the 'six' was just lying there and taking it. The 'six', it must be said, was feeling little guilt but much pleasure. It would have made a stunning sight though, the gorgeous globes of Becky's bottom and her strong shapely thighs must have been pale and clear in the moonlight, with only a narrow band of rucked up skirt separating them from her naked back and her mass of long dark hair.

Becky's head must have been bobbing up and down as regular as an oil well. I couldn't actually see from my position, but the alternate sensations of cool night air and warm velvet mouth on my shaft gave the game away, and felt simply wonderful into the bargain. Then I began to realise that, like it or not, I was soon going to cum and the recognition gave me a real adrenalin jolt. I'd never ever ejaculated with a woman before, and the prospect having my first one into her mouth was simply awe-inspiring. I lay there, my hands holding onto Becky's legs, while I savoured the scent of her womanhood and the gathering tightness in my balls. But, of course, for me things never seem to go in straight lines.

No sooner had I reached the conclusion that she really intended to suck me off and then decided that it would be the best thing that ever happened to me, than she took her mouth form my cock, swung her leg over my head and clambered off. Of course, had I been able to react quickly enough, that would have been the ideal time to scramble clear, but I was no longer thinking along those lines, and besides, she was still holding onto my cock with her hand.

For a moment surprise ruled, then it was disappointment, then relief, then disappointment again. My mind was dancing through emotions like a kid at the fair, but before I could come to any concrete conclusions Becky was moving on, finally letting go of my manhood.

"Wait a minute." She mumbled, speaking more to herself than me, and then she pulled her top off over her head before straddling me once more, but lower down and this time facing towards me. I wondered for a second what she was up to but then she grabbed hold of my shaft again and, shuffling herself into position, began to lower herself onto me. Then it was clear. She was going to fuck me! She was guiding my cock towards the beautiful opening between her legs. I was about to loose my virginity at last. I wondered for a delirious moment if she knew she was cherry picking, then I lay back and waited for it to happen with blissful anticipation. I had long given up any reticence.

But the first contact between my penis and a woman's vagina was something of an anti climax, and certainly not the magical moment I was expecting Becky was still pissed, I was no help, and to put it in a nutshell, she missed her target and nearly broke me in half when she tried to lower herself onto me.

"Oh, bollocks," That was her very unladylike answer to my cry of pain and the only comment she made.

It's a wonder that I stayed hard and erect, but I did (although my impending climax disappeared) and she tried again. This time she was a little more careful and it worked. After a short and frantic fumble I felt the soft moist warmth of her tunnel engulf me and my virginity disappeared in history. And about bloody time! 

The sensation was exquisite. I'd often wondered, and indeed fantasised about, what it would feel like when it finally happened, but the reality was far better than any fantasy. I can only describe it as sliding into a warm, moist silken glove that fitted perfectly, was just the right temperature, slid smoothly and easily over me, and then surrounded me with throbbing and pulsing perfection. Oh, it was just so fucking wonderful. Why on God's earth had I never worked up the courage to try it myself and how did I go so long without it? I groaned with pleasure as she took me into her body. 

For a couple of minutes she just stayed sitting on me with my cock buried up to it's hilt inside her, then she shuffled around a little to adjust her position and began to rise and fall on my shaft. At first her strokes were slow and a little tentative, especially descending, so I guess she was trying to avoid another mishap, but as lust reasserted itself she speeded up, until she was going up and down as fast as she could. 

From my point of view this was marvellous. Not just because of the unbelievable pleasure I was getting through my cock, but because the moonlight let me see her doing it. Her mouth was hanging partly open with the tip of her tongue just showing, there was a far away look in her partly closed eyes, and she had one hand on her thigh to prop herself up while the other was gripping the nipple of her left breast, rolling it between her fingers. It was a shame that she hadn't taken her skirt off when she lost her top, because I'm pretty sure then I could have seen my cock sliding in and out of her, and that would have really been the icing on the cake for me, but even as it was the sight was wonderful.

Suddenly she leaned forward, placing both hands on my shoulders while still pounding herself on my cock, and whispered "Play with my tits."

I would normally have been very reluctant to touch any tits, they had got me into too much trouble before, but this time I really, really wanted to. I felt a surge of anticipation run through me as I reached out to seize her gorgeous boobs, one with each hand. Of course, it sounds easy, but her movements were making them sway and dip and I fumbled before actually getting hold of them, but once I had they felt so, so good. My balls began once more to tighten in anticipation.

This was a new sensation for me, I'd never touched a naked breast before, but it was everything I'd dreamed of and more, the warmth, the soft skin, the texture, the resilience, I could go on for ages, but you all know what I mean anyway. I moulded them with my hands as Becky hissed her pleasure through clenched teeth. I didn't know it then, but this was a sign that her orgasm was close, and I wondered for a moment if I was doing anything wrong. But then she cried out, a long guttural groaning cry in which the words "Oh God" were unintelligibly embedded and I suddenly realised that what was happening was different from the fake orgasms I'd seen in porn films.

As her orgasm swept through her she threw herself down on me and clamped her mouth over mine, still groaning as she pushed her tongue hard between my lips. Then she just hung on, her mouth on mine, her body flat against me, keeping my cock buried fully inside her as she slid up and down against me and let her climax run its course. Mine went away again!

For a little while she lay against me, breathing heavily and still moving her hips gently and sensually to maintain the sensations of my cock within her. Then she raised her head to look down at me much as I had done to her a little while before. But instead of complaining, as I had, she smiled, shook her head slightly as if in disbelief and spoke, the words carried on her breath almost as a whisper. "Christ, but that was good."


Simon and Becky Ch. 01



Then, in a firmer voice. "You haven't cum yet, have you?"

It was my turn to shake my head, but with the negative meaning. I was beginning to think it wouldn't happen.

She smiled again, an almost apologetic lechery on her face. "Good, 'cos I could do with that all over again." With that she sat up and began moving her hips more firmly and deliberately, raising and lowering herself on my cock once more.

I think she was beginning to sober up a little now, for her movements were much more deliberate and coordinated, and she was making little grunting pleasure noises each time her bottom landed. Without really thinking I reached up and took hold of her breasts again, feeling the hardness of her nipples against my palms. I was intending to mould and squeeze her boobs as I had before, but Becky wanted more.

"Pull my nipples," 

My surprise must have shown in the moonlight, for she continued. "Go on, it's all right, pull them, and pull them hard."

Becky seemed to be sure of what she wanted, even if it was obviously pure lust that was making her talk that way, and she clearly expected me to comply. I wasn't sure that the result would be pleasurable for her, but I gripped her nipples as instructed anyway and tugged on them, doing it fairly gently as I wasn't sure what 'hard' meant.

"No! A lot harder than that! Go on, do it harder. I won't mind if it hurts a bit, in fact I think I'd like it to!"

This was the first time I'd ever considered pain as a part of sex play. I mean, I'd seen BDSM films and read stories about sadists, and all that, but somehow it never occurred to me that the receiving party might enjoy it. So I pulled at them – hard, stretching the rubbery little nubs and pulling her breasts into points! Becky gasped and pulled back, doubling the effect. She was still bouncing up and down on my cock and the effect of that, and the strange arousal I began to feel from what I was doing to her, heralded the return of my build up to orgasm. My balls once more began to tighten and I felt that fantastic, almost painful, sensation begin deep in the root of my cock.

"I'm gonna cum soon!" I felt it only fair to warn her.

"So am I!" Her voice was tight from her own build up. "When I do, twist my nipples really hard, really, really hard, that will really do it for me."

I wasn't quite sure what 'really doing it' meant, but she clearly wanted it so I was only too happy to oblige, the thought alone brought me closer to my edge.

Her movements had now become erratic and disjointed, her breath was coming in gasps and I could see that she was nearly there. And so was I, in fact it was debatable at that point who would get there first, but just so long as Becky didn't stop before I'd cum I didn't really care!

Then. "Now! Do it now, twist them and pull them as well!" Her face was contorted in the moonlight. 

Her pussy was now moving up and down my shaft as fast as it could and the pressure in my cock was almost at bursting point, so I gripped her engorged nipples between finger and thumb and twisted, screwing them in opposite directions and pulling as hard as I could at the same time. It must have hurt and I was sure it would be too much, but it seemed to be just what she wanted.

"Yyeeessssss!" The word came out of her as a scream and she pushed herself hard down on me as her climax hit. At the same time my dam burst and I shot spurt after spurt deep into her, clenching my teeth at the intensity of it. 

As my cum poured into her I can remember thinking it was the most fabulous feeling I'd ever experienced, far better than wanking could ever be.

Soon it was over, too damn soon really, but at least I knew what the others were talking about now. I knew what they meant when they said they felt fucked too, because now my legs were trembling, my whole body was covered in sweat, my breath was coming in short hard gasps and my head was spinning. I felt completely and utterly spent, shagged out, knackered. What a glorious feeling!

Becky must have been feeling much the same, for she just collapsed down on top of me, her body was shaking uncontrollably and she was gasping in my ear, her arms wrapped tightly around me. For what seemed ages we just lay together like that, my cock softening and then slipping gently from Becky's sopping pussy to lie wet and sensitive against her pussy lips. Then she turned her face towards me and smiled, that slightly apologetic look now in evidence again, but this time without the lasciviousness of the last time.

"Thank you for doing that." She was thanking me? I didn't understand, surely it was I who should be thanking her? 

She must have realised my confusion. "Thank you for doing what I asked without judging me,"

The penny dropped – her tits. "It's ok, really, I kinda enjoyed doing it." Strangely enough, I had too!

She smiled again and did a strange little nuzzle into my neck. I felt somehow moved by this, though I couldn't explain why.

By now our breathing was returning to normal, and after a little longer Becky levered herself stiffly off of me and reached out a hand to help me up. I was, as you can imagine, just a bit reluctant to take it, but I couldn't see any drunken mischief left in her eyes so I reached out, to find myself hoisted to my feet with disconcerting ease.

"You'd better run me home now." Becky was pulling her top back over her boobs as she spoke, then straightened her skirt and looked at me expectantly. She never even tried to find her long vanished underwear. 

"Yes, Milady!" The sarcasm in my voice was playful and she realised it, smiling at her own words.

"Please." She added, trying belatedly to tone down her imperiousness.

The rest of the journey was done in silence. Not the silence of a drunken or sleepy passenger, but that of two people deep in thought. What Becky was thinking I've no idea, though she looked to be much more sober than before, in both senses of the word. Myself, I was part glorying in my finally lost virginity and part wishing I could have got rid of it in better circumstances. Another part of me was wondered if the strong attraction I know felt towards Becky was due to what we'd just been doing, or was it for real. If it was for real then, Simon you just shit out again, 'cos Becky is wearing an engagement ring. What a bloody head spinner, to say I felt confused was an understatement.

When we finally drew up it was outside an impressive little cottage, all roses and hollyhocks, certainly not the sort of place I'd have associated with her and I wondered idly who she lived with. She climbed out in silence and I thought that she was going to just walk off without saying anything, but she hesitated for a moment and then asked.

"Are you like that with all the girls you fuck? Do you always get then to do all the work?" 

"That's a stupid question." I answered without thinking, because I was sure she must have realised.

"Why?"

So perhaps she hadn't realised after all, but I'd virtually said it now anyway.

"I'd have thought you'd have known. I'd never been with anybody else before tonight." 

She obviously hadn't known, because she stood rigid in shocked silence as if she didn't know quite how to react. Then, after a moment, she kissed the tips of two fingers and placed them briefly against my lips, before she quickly turned and went in without saying another word, leaving me taken quite aback by her action. 

My own journey home was filled with all sorts of thoughts, most especially that last fingertip kiss for some reason, until eventually I fixed my attention on the vision of her engagement ring and determined to put the episode behind me. Except, of course, that she would have my eternal gratitude for at least giving me a fleeting glimpse of what everyone else took for granted.



Simon and Becky Ch. 02



I'm Becky, I'm twenty-two, I'm Simon's partner and lover, and I want to make sure you hear some of our story in my words, so we've decided that I'll write some chapters and he'll write others. I'm the woman who 'seduced' him in Ch.01, and if you haven't read that, it wouldn't hurt if you did. I'll pick up the story about a year ago, the day after Simon and I met.

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After the trip hammer had finally stopped pounding away in my head, and after my mouth stopped tasting like carpet, I finally got around to thinking clearly about the night before. I had got well and truly smashed on a night out with a group of friends, and that after I'd promised to stay sober and drive them all home. I was going to have to go round and apologise. Most of them would still be at Jan's, where they'd had to sleep over because of me and I had to collect my car back anyway, so that would be the ideal opportunity. Not that I fancied that job very much.

I would also have to go and see Simon, who had been roped in to take me home. He was due a big thank you for acting as taxi, and also a very big apology for what I'd done on the way. He'd stopped to let me out for a pee, and by way of thanks I'd pretty much raped the poor sod. It was just that I was already feeling randy, and his accidental hand on my boob triggered such lust that I couldn't help it. I just had to have a fuck and I had no idea he was a virgin! I can see the look on his face now when I came on to him, it was sheer terror, not that the fact had registered through my drunken haze, all I saw was a potential shag. How I was going to face him now I had not a clue, but it would have to be done if only for my consciences' sake. He was a nice guy really, totally unlike the wanker I'd been going to bed with previously, and I felt guilty for what had happened.

I think I'm going to have to explain a couple of things, and then the rest of the story will make more sense. I don't know if you know about Simon's past, how he had the confidence with girls knocked out of him while at school, when a spiteful lying bitch put it about that he was a pervert, but if you do and I tell you a bit about me, you'll understand why such an apparently mismatched pair actually fitted well together.

So let me start by saying that I'd had a childhood sweetheart named Bill, who became my first love and eventually my first lover. One of the things that attracted me to him was his complete disregard for my feelings. I know that sounds stupid, but when you're young and naïve it's very easy to mistake arrogant selfishness for self confidence, and I regarded him and his swagger with awe. I've always fancied strong minded men, men who won't take no for an answer, men who take what they want from life as well as from their women. It's just that I couldn't differentiate then between thieves who take what they're not entitled to, and men who can take what they want because they've earned it. I'll let you figure out which camp Bill belonged in, though it took me a long time to realise it.

I remember that when I finally reached the age of consent Bill's seduction technique was to take me into his bedroom and inform me that he was going to make a 'proper woman' out of me. Foreplay was minimised, discomfort was maximised, and the pleasure was all his. From then on he treated me sexually as a receptacle for his spunk and nothing more. Yes, I admit that I enjoyed sex with Bill some of the time, As I have said, I like a forceful man and I didn't know any different, and so, having got over the pain of that first time, I soon began to respond to his attentions and orgasmed fairly regularly. I have no doubt now that had he taken the trouble to work on my pleasure a little more I would have orgasmed every time, and often a lot more than once.

I don't think I would ever have known anything different if it wasn't for a chance encounter in the local supermarket. I was wandering around the aisles, wondering what to buy to eat when I began to notice that a certain man was turning up nearly everywhere I went. He was a guy at least twice my age, with greying temples and a smartly dressed 'company director' look about him, if you now what I mean. The look he kept giving me was making my legs turn to jelly, it was highly sexually charged but without any obvious come on. A kind of discreet 'I want you and I think you want me' look. I couldn't help but give him a sexy little smile just to let him know I understood and agreed. Then, when I looked again, he had gone and both I and my pussy sighed with disappointment.

But that was far from the last I saw of him. As I walked from the checkouts to the car park he was waiting just outside the doors and approached me openly. His words were nothing if not direct, but they worked like magic.

"I think you and I would be brilliant together in bed. If you agree just follow me." With that he turned and walked across to a large limo, where he opened the door and held it back for me to enter. 

I was like someone hypnotised, I followed like a lamb and without a single word passing my lips. I was so horny that I could feel my pussy literally running with juices and my nipples standing up and pressing hard against the inside of my bra. Now, I know that I was being stupid, that I could have been murdered or worse, but his self assurance melted me and I just could not resist. I put my shopping on his back seat, climbed in and waited, with my heart hammering from a mix of nerves and joyous anticipation. Somehow I knew that this was going to be a sublime experience.

We went to a local motel where we fucked for five solid hours. He was superb. He initiated everything, positioning me how he wanted me, going from one act of sex to another when he wanted to, and never once did he ask if it was ok. But the big difference between him and Bill was that he thought of my pleasure too. He seemed to know instinctively when something didn't do it for me and he moved on, and when he saw I really liked a particular act he kept it going. I don't know how often I came, but it was an eye-opening afternoon and one that turned my conception of sex on its head. I never knew his name but now I knew what true sexual confidence was.

When I got home I rang Bill and told him I didn't want to see him again. He laughed at me and said I'd soon be around begging, I laughed to myself and knew I wouldn't. Then I told him to fuck off, and our paths have not crossed since. My only regret was that I had wasted about three years of my active sex life on a jerk. I can actually be quite hard and self willed when the situation warrants it. But I did miss sex with a man and I suppose this was subconsciously an opportunity for revenge on men in general, and that's why Simon was so abruptly seduced. So you see, Simon and I have more in common that it seems.

If that makes sense to you, I'll go back to where I was in my story, and that was where I had to go back and see Simon the next day.

When I knocked on his door there was a bit of a delay before he answered and I very nearly chickened out, telling myself that I had tried and it wasn't my fault he hadn't answered his door. But whilst I was still wavering the door opened and he looked out, his face full of surprise at seeing me stood there, and it was too late for me to back off.

"Good God, Becky!" Shock was loud in his voice.

I'll give him his due, he gathered himself quicker than I did, and after his initial exclamation he silently waved me in, backing away from the door to let me past. This time it was me who hesitated, but I knew I had to talk to him, so in I went.

He ushered me through to the lounge then asked. "Coffee?"

"Yes please, white no sugar, and thanks."

He disappeared to make coffee and I tried to compose myself.

When he came back I thought I'd better take the bull by the horns and say it straight out. I took the coffee and then took a deep breath.

"I've come to apologise." 

"What the hell for?" He was putting the cups down and looked genuinely surprised.

"For my behaviour last night." What else did he think it was for?

"Which bit of your behaviour do you have in mind exactly?"

"Don't make this hard for me." I was pleading a bit in case I bottled out. "I'm apologising for taking advantage of you and for preventing you from saving yourself."

"Saving myself? Oh! I see! You think I've stayed a virgin deliberately?" 

Why else would he have stayed celibate until now?

It was at that point that he told me about his early problems with the vindictive girl and the effect it had on his life. Then he told me about how everyone then thought he was either gay or anti-woman because he could never pluck up the courage to try it on with a woman in case they laughed at him. I sat there stunned. I felt so sorry for him, and so angry with the stupid girl. I'd no idea about any of that and while a part of me felt good at having broken his duck, so to speak, another part of me felt guilty for belonging to the gender that could so thoroughly mess up a mans life out of spite. He finished off his story by telling me that the only thing I needed to apologise for was introducing him to a pleasure he might never enjoy again.

"Why do you say that?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

"Well, so far the only woman who has ever wanted me to fuck her is a pissed up girl who is already spoken for, and she only wanted me out of lust. Where do you think I'm going to find another woman prepared to go to bed with the town 'saint'?"

"Well, thanks very much for the compliment. I don't go for any cock that's available just 'cos I've had a drink you know. In fact, for your information, yours was only the third cock ever to go up there!" I was livid, but he was suitably apologetic - I could see it in his face.

"Oh." He stumbled over his words. "Becky, I... I don't know what to say now, except sorry! I was feeling a bit hard done by." 

"Anyway, what's this 'spoken for' bit? I'm single and very unattached I'll have you know." I don't know why I needed to say that, unless it was to let him know I hadn't been cheating on anyone. My anger was rapidly receding in the face of his 'little boy sorry' look. I went on to tell him a bit about my ex, and finished with "See? I'm free as a bird".

"I'm not getting much right, am I? But I'm sure that last night you were wearing an engagement ring, though I can't see it today, so I thought you had someone special."

"Special?" I snorted, thinking of Bill, and then the penny dropped. "Yes, I was wearing one, but that was only to stop men hitting on me when I'm out with the girls. A lot of women do that, just like some take their wedding rings off to attract men." 

"So have you taken it off now to let men know you're available?"

For a moment I bridled at the remark and was about to give him a mouthful, but then I realised that the cheeky sod was actually flirting with me. I couldn't help but smile. 

"I might be when my hangover has gone!" Two can play the flirting game.

"But you couldn't cope with a man right now then?"

"I couldn't cope with you right now, and that is a fact!" 

His face fell like a stone and I suddenly understood just how fragile his ego was. He hadn't realised that I was talking about the size of his cock.

"I mean, not many women could take what you carry in your trousers without prior warning, could they?" I tried desperately to rescue things, but he just looked at me forlorn and uncomprehending.

"Now I'm not getting things right." I knew I'd have to explain properly, but I could feel my face warming with the embarrassment already.

"Simon. What I said wasn't having a go at you. It was just a silly remark intended to compliment you on your equipment." He was still looking lost. "When you fucked me last night I was surprised by how big you are. You're hung like a bloody mule, any man would be proud of what you have between your legs. I certainly enjoyed it!" 

I hadn't intended to add that last bit, but it was true and it seemed to be what he needed to hear, for his face brightened and he smiled.

"So did I. But why, I'm only ordinary." 

Now he was either fishing for compliments, or had no idea what 'ordinary' was. Much later I found out it was the latter. As his only experience came from watching men in porn films, he thought every guy was made like them.

"Oh no, it certainly isn't ordinary! If memory serves the average is supposed to be around six and a half inches, and you're way over that." My pussy guessed at about nine inches long and wide with it, beautifully long and very thick. 

His face brightened some more but uncertainty still showed in his eyes. "Are you sure? I thought it was more."

"No, whatever folks might tell you, most guys don't have such big cocks. You are neither ordinary nor average."

Why was I letting myself get drawn into a discussion on the size of his penis? I was no bloody expert. Then I glanced down and saw a bulge in his jeans, the sight sending a sudden tingle through me. He had a hard on, and it was very clearly not average at all.

He saw where my eyes had gone. "I'm sorry, it's thinking about last night!"

I knew just what he meant. The memory of that fabulous cock inside me last night was having its effect, my breathing was not as in control as it should have been, my eyes couldn't keep from looking and my pussy couldn't stop wanting. Somehow I was going to have to find a way to enjoy it again.

"Well, while is good and hard, go get a tape measure and drop your jeans. We'll check just how big you really are." That came out on a sudden impulse, and I'm not sure which of us was more surprised, and of course it was really just an excuse to get hold of that cock again. He looked at me blankly until I repeated myself, squirming inside with embarrassment at my own bravado, then he dutifully went and fetched a tape measure and handed it to me. Then he stood and waited expectantly.

"For God's sake, do as your fucking told and drop them." The tone of instruction came out of desperation in case I chickened out before we did it.

Looking shocked at the language he automatically unzipped and then, hooking his thumbs into both jeans and boxers, he slid them down to stand naked from the waist down, his clothing pooled around his ankles. 

"Sit down." He obeyed that instruction too.

Tape measure in hand I knelt in front of him, intent on settling the matter of size once and for all, mainly, it has to be said, 'cos I wanted to know just what I'd managed to accommodate the night before. Unfortunately, he was no longer fully erect; his gorgeous cock had flagged under the anxiety of exposure.

"Sorry." He said half heartedly, "Give it a minute and it'll be back."

Maybe it would, but I thought I'd like to be sure, so I reached out and took hold of it, softly running my hand up and down its shaft. My fingers rested only gently on his cock as I let them wander from glans to base, sometimes stroking with the pad of my fingertip and sometimes dragging my nails lightly across the sensitive parts. Simon groaned with pleasure, closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, more interested in the preparations now than the actual measuring.

God, the close up view of Simons weapon, and, yes, it did deserve that name, was doing wonders for me. My lust kicked in again and I felt my pussy begin to open and dampen ready for action.

A few minutes stroking and Simon's cock was ramrod straight and rock hard again, standing proud at full size and ready for the verdict. But even though it was unlikely to get any larger, I just had to try and I slowly lowered myself towards him, opening my mouth wide as I went. I could to take the head into my mouth without too much trouble, but there was no way I could take most of his shaft, so I settled for sucking and licking the head while wanking the rest of his shaft with my hand. Simon groaned louder and settled deeper into his chair. He was going to enjoy this no matter what, I could tell. I suppose I couldn't blame him after so many years of celibacy.

It did feel good having Simon's cock in my mouth again, I ran my tongue around the shaft, swirled it around the head and sucked hard, pumping as much as possible of him into my mouth. I wanted it back in my pussy, and I was determined now that I was going to get it too.

It didn't take long before Simon's breathing started to become erratic, so I stopped before it was too late and reached for the tape. I was impressed with the results. He measured eight and a half inches in length and five and a quarter inches in circumference, which is pretty big regardless of what you're told. Any woman who doesn't find that to be enough must have a bucket for a cunt. 

"And is that good?" He asked, still breathing rather heavily, when I told him what he measured.

"Oh yes, good enough for most women I'd say, and certainly enough for me."

"Oh, now that's promising!" Simon was grinning lewdly. He was beginning to come out of his shell a bit, perhaps there was more to him than met the eye.

"Now, where was I?" I still had my hand wrapped around his shaft, so I pointed his tip back at my face and opened my mouth. This time as it entered I knew I wasn't going to let it leave until he came in my mouth. I'd never given Bill a proper blow job. True he'd cum in my mouth, but it was through him holding my head still and fucking my mouth rather then me working on him. Now I was going to make a man cum my way. 

Simon leaned back with a groan and let me get on with it; did he ever want to take an active roll? This time I wanted to do a good job, so I ran my tongue around his head to liberally coat it with saliva and then used my hand to spread the saliva down his shaft. When the whole thing was wet and shiny and slippery I began to suck him off with long slow nods of my head and long slow strokes with my hand. 

There was no way I was going to get all of him in my mouth, but I did do quite well, taking a little more each time until I was handling, or is that mouthing, the head of his cock and several inches of his shaft. That was enough and I was gagging a little each time it hit the back of my mouth – I had not yet learned the art of deep throating. Even so, it was a beautiful feeling, and he must have agreed, because his eyes were closed, a little smile hung on his lips and he began a tiny and very gentle up-thrust with his hips to answer my mouth descending his cock, very nice it was too. 

My free hand had been resting on his thigh, but after a little while I used it to fondle his balls, laying my hand under his scrotum and rolling the contents of his sac back and forth over my fingers. That felt fabulous too, it was as if I was getting a tactile preview of the spunk that would soon be pumped down my throat. I was feeling very, very randy by now and longed to feel him shoot off into my mouth, and that was something that I sensed would not be long.

I got more warning this time than I expected, mainly because I felt his balls tighten in my hand as they got ready to fire, and so when he did cum I was able to deal with it. Not that it was easy, he came like a fire hose, pumping spurt after spurt of his lovely thick jizz into my mouth, but I never spilt a drop. To cope I had to pull back just a little to make room, and then swallow as much and as quickly as I could. Even then his flood threatened to overflow through my lips and down my chin on more than one occasion. But it was good, so fucking good. The flavour was somehow more wholesome than Bill's, as if it was fresher, creamier, and altogether tastier. It was also thicker and there was more of it, a good heavy mouthful of fabulous man cream. I wanted more, and I sucked and milked his cock until I was sure I'd got every last drop.

Simon didn't try and ram his cock down the back of my throat when he came, as I half expected. Instead he just went rigid in the chair, gripping hard onto the arms, and let out a single long animal like cry. I hoped his neighbours didn't hear, they couldn't have been used to that and might have come round to check everything was ok. 




Simon and Becky Ch. 02



As it happens everything was more than ok, it was brilliant. I'd just given a man with a big cock a proper blow job and swallowed his entire load. And there was no doubt that he had enjoyed it, as his cock finally stopped pumping and his climax passed, he let out a huge sigh as if he'd just eaten a massive meal and then slumped back into his chair, his chest heaving but with a beaming smile on his face. Simon surely was different to Bill. I looked up at him with a similar smile on my face and then clambered to my feet and tottered off back to my own chair.

For a while not a word passed between us. I was leaving Simon alone to recover, and he was busy getting his breath back, looking extremely silly with his jeans round his ankles and his t-shirt not quite covering a damply flaccid cock and a hairy bag of balls. But, after only a few minutes, without any warning or lead up, he stood up, kicked off his jeans and shorts and pulled off his t-shirt. A jolt of amazement and pleasure went through me when I saw that his cock was already beginning to rise from the dead, and now stood at about half mast. 

Then, standing before me completely naked with his cock making jerky little movements towards the perpendicular, he looked across at me and abruptly told me to strip.

He caught me completely by surprise. "What?" I asked out of shock, though I'd heard him well enough.

"Strip! You know, take your clothes off, all of them. Get naked, like me!"

I was blown away, both by the sudden assertiveness shown by this previously passive person, quite a turn on for me at any time, and by the possibility of being fucked by his wonderful cock without me having to do the work. I really hadn't expected that, but I did as I was told and shrugged myself out of my dress before slipping my panties off and gingerly releasing my breasts from their encasing bra. Simon noticed my cautious undressing and immediately understood why.

"Oh, Becky, I am sorry if I made you sore last night, but you did encourage me." He looked genuinely contrite and I couldn't help but think that it wasn't so much me encouraging him to pull my nipples, but downright ordering him to, so it was hardly his fault. If it wasn't for the fact that they were too tender to touch this morning I would probably have asked for it again too. His treatment of them was brutal, but God, it was good.

"No problem." I replied, wincing again, "They're a bit sore today, so please don't do the same again this time. But it was worth it."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." He looked a little uncertain and rapidly changed the subject. "Now sit down, lie back and let me in, it's my turn to give you some fun." 

He really was getting quite dominant, and it made my legs wobble.

After I'd settled down in my chair, lying back but with my bottom right on the edge of the seat, he came across and knelt in front of me, putting a hand on each of my knees to push my legs further open. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his cock, wanting to feel its entry rather than see it, and waited, and waited, but nothing happened. Eventually curiosity overcame my intentions and I opened my eyes to see what was wrong. 

But nothing was wrong. Simon was kneeling before me, hands still resting on my knees and putting real pressure on them to hold them apart, but his gaze was fixed on my pussy. He was staring at it as if he'd never seen one before. Then, of course, I realised that he hadn't. Not in real life anyway. 

I let him look at me for a few minutes, getting a real buzz from it in the process. I've got something of the exhibitionist in me, and to have a man staring so closely and so blatantly at my pussy was making my juices run - and knowing that he could see me getting wetter was making them run even more. So I quietly reached down with one hand and, using two fingers, I spread my pussy lips wide open for him to see my clitoris and my vagina more fully. He growled quietly deep in his throat at the sight.

For a minute or so more he simply gazed at my pussy, and then he slid his hands from my knees down the inside of my thighs until his thumbs could take on the job of holding my pussy open. I moved my hands to (gently) cup my breasts without saying anything. The whole scenario was extremely erotic.

I was now ready and eager to have him fuck me, and I sat back in my chair with my legs held wide open, just waiting for his cock to push its way past my pussy lips. This time I didn't close my eyes, I didn't want the same disappointment, and I was watching his face closely for any sign of what he was going to do. He looked like someone caught in the horns of a dilemma - a 'should I or shouldn't I' kind of moment. His assertiveness seemed to have deserted him to be replaced by his usual hesitation, but I wanted him to get on with it and my mind silently screamed for him to fuck me.

But as I watched his expression I could tell it was actually a different dilemma that faced him. I could almost read his mind. He looked as if he was wondering whether to go down on me or fuck me. His mind was soon made up, and I could almost see the decision being made from the expression on his face. I watched ecstatically as he slowly lowered his face towards me and softly placed his mouth over my pussy.

God, but he was good. His inexperience showed, but he made up for that by sheer effort, trying various pressures, places, movements, combinations of lips, teeth, and tongue, and anything else he could think of to give me pleasure. His tongue probed my pussy, its tip licking me as deeply as he could reach, then he ran it up and down my slit pressing flatly against my clit as it passed. He wriggled it all the way up and all the way down again, then he did the same thing but with so little pressure that it seemed that the tip of his tongue barely touched. He nuzzled deeply into my hole, pushing his lips into me as well as his tongue, before nibbling at my labia, my clit and even the tops of my thighs. Eventually he settled on my clit, clamping his mouth over it entirely and sucking it like an extra nipple. That drew it deeply into his mouth and to where his tongue couldn't help but move over the tip as he sucked.

I wasn't used to that sort of treatment and I was in heaven. I could feel myself squirming in my seat from sheer delight and enjoyment as he sent waves of sensations coursing through me. I moaned and sighed, squeezing as hard on my boobs as their tender state would let me, and I grinned like a Cheshire cat. As you can imagine, it wasn't long before he had me on the verge of cumming and my hips began to bounce gently in readiness.

Then when I did cum I screamed, really screamed. I had never had a sensation like that orgasm. It seemed to start deep inside my pelvis a spot of red hot itchiness and then intensified and intensified until it erupted like a volcano and burst through me. Usually a climax had definite waves of pleasure, but this was just one long high. I felt all my muscles tense up and my pussy went into spasm, squeezing and pulsing as if tightening on a phantom cock. My thighs knotted and my pelvis jerked and kicked far beyond my control. I was simply carried along on a tidal wave of emotions and sensations as my hands tore at the chair arms in an effort to gain some sort of control. 

Slowly the strength of the feelings began to subside and I began to sob. I was not crying from sorrow or pain, but simply from the depth of feeling that the orgasm had generated. I was so happy I cried like a baby, tears streaming down my face and heart wrenching sobs coming from deep within my soul.

The Simon looked up, an expression of deep concern etched on his face – and my tears turned to laughter, laughter so intense that it was almost out of control. He looked such a clown. It wasn't just the worry in his eyes but that his chin and his throat were dripping wet as well, running with my juices that trickled down his chest in little rivers. I looked at him through tear fogged eyes and wondered at the amount he had caused. Then, even as I stared and laughed and cried I realised that no way was all that from simple lubrication. He had actually made me squirt. For the first time in my life I had cum so hard I had ejaculated.

"Are you alright?" He looked desperately worried, poor thing, so I nodded as hard as I could through my laughter and tears, trying to reassure him.

"Yes, - but your face, its dripping." I managed to get the words out before dissolving back into laughter. Now I was crying from laughing

"Now, if you'd told me to expect that, I could have enjoyed it" Seeing that everything was ok with me, Simon began grinning broadly, obviously very proud of himself for provoking such a reaction.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I didn't know myself. That's the first time it's ever happened, honestly." I looked down at him through my slowly subsiding giggles and tears with growing affection.

"No, I'm sorry." His grin disappeared. "I'm sorry for making you cry, even though I'm not sure why."

"Oh, you fool, you silly man," I was laughing again now, even louder than before. "I cried because it was so good, nobody has ever gone down on me as good as that before." If truth be told only my 'supermarket executive' had ever done it to me at all.

I reached down and hooked my hands under Simon's shoulders, pulling him up and into my arms. We embraced properly for the fist time, both naked and with his wet face against my wet face.

As I pulled him tight against me he shuffled closer on his knees, pushing against my thighs and spreading my legs even wider. We kissed deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as mine explored his, our bodies pressing harder and harder against each other, bringing pain to my still tender nipples but, more importantly, bringing the head of his cock in contact with my pussy. 

I'm pretty sure I didn't push against him, and I can't remember feeling Simon thrust forward, but suddenly, without any help, his magnificent cock was sliding deep into my pussy. I sighed and he groaned, and we were making love. His thrusts were long, strong and meaningful, taking him right into me with only my widespread thighs preventing him from pushing his entire length inside me.

It seemed as if we had always been lovers, his cock fitted me so beautifully, filling me up as he thrust in and out, his majestic cock sliding like a steam piston in and out of my hot wet tunnel. At first he was slow and a little bit hesitant, but soon pure lust took over and he was fucking me hard and long, his cock banging into me, sending shockwaves through my body with every stroke. It was utterly fucking marvellous.

As we fucked my arms wrapped around his back, clutching him to me, and he cupped my face in his palms, holding it angled for kissing, allowing his tongue to pass between my lips in time to the thrusts of his cock into my body. The orgasm that built within me this time was different to the one that went before. This one was not so powerful, not so vigorous, but much more fulfilling. As it flooded through me I cried out again, but this time from pure pleasure rather than sensory overload, and made it so very satisfying was the fact that just as my climax was reached, so was Simon's and as his cum flooded into my pussy at exactly the time that my own dam burst and ecstasy flooded the rest of me. He may have cum only a short time before, but that didn't seem to affect his output, and I felt jet after jet of spunk spray into me, filling my pussy and even trickling down my crack.

When it was over we remained in place for long minutes, his cock softening within me, ultimately to slide free and rest damply against my leg. His arms were now around my shoulders as mine were around his back, both still holding the other tight, reluctant to break such enjoyable contact. His face swung round to me and he looked deep into my eyes, a little smile playing across his lips.

"Thank God you needed that pee." He said finally. We both smiled at his reference to the previous night and we kissed again, softly and affectionately.

I think both of us wanted that embrace to last, but stiffness and discomfort finally set in and Simon clambered to his feet, wincing at the pain in his knees.

"I must be getting old, you know." He joked as he went to sit back down in the opposite chair, lowering himself gently down.

I closed aching legs, mentally agreeing with him but determined not to show it, and watched him settle back with a contented sigh. But then, just as his back touched the chair he sat bolt upright again, a yelp escaping from his lips.

"Bloody hell, woman! What have you done to me?" He twisted round to show me his back, and revealed the two long sets of finger-nail marks with which my orgasm had branded him.

I felt guilt and remorse, but his cockeyed grin told me he wanted none of that, so I simply stated the obvious. "One sore back versus two sore boobs. Seems perfectly fair to me! In fact, by rights I owe you another sore back to make it even."

"And will you have the chance to get even, do you think?" He was looking very serious and not a little worried.

"I do hope so." I said, and I truly did. Then we smiled at each other in silent understanding.



Simon and Becky Ch. 03



Five weeks. That's all it had been, five weeks, and yet it seemed as though it had been forever. Being with Becky now seemed to be just a normal part of life, something that I took for granted would always be so, yet it was only five weeks ago that I first met her.

On that first night I had driven her home from a night out with her friends, and we had stopped for her to answer call of nature. That stop ended with us having sex, and at the same time relieved me of my virginity at the age of twenty-two. The next day we met again and this time we made love – as opposed to fucking, I mean - and so kick-started a relationship that we both now believe will last forever. Four days later I moved in with her.

Now I was driving home from work to her house – our house – along the same road that I had taken on that first night and I had just passed the spot where we stopped for that first magical union. Ok, I know I'm sounding sloppy, but I'm in love with her, and there are flowers on the back seat too. 

She is a truly beautiful women, tall, well made, with the most fabulous breasts and legs. Her eyes are a very pale shade of blue, which contrasts so well with her long tresses of very dark brown, nearly black, hair, and they occasionally flash with an icy fire when she's mad about something. It's almost worth annoying her just to see them shine. She's strong too, not over muscled, but there's not a bit of flab anywhere and she's not skinny either. Solidly athletic is the best way to describe her.

As I drove along I began thinking about the headlong rush that was our relationship and most especially the sex-life part of it. I've already said that I was completely inexperienced, having never had sex in my life with anyone before Becky, and although she had enjoyed a regular sex life, it had, as I understand it, been a bit monotonous and one-sided. Then there had been a momentous transformation in our lives. I had gone from girl-shy, introverted man with no self confidence who avoided all sexual contact to almost the opposite, a sexually self assured man quite capable of initiating sex and then taking the lead in the bedroom. This was all down to Becky, who had accepted me for what I am, given me support when I needed it and followed my lead when I felt able to take it. Now we were a sexually active couple with a blossoming sex life which we now ready to push further.

Up till now we had been fully occupied, if that's the right term, with making up for lost time, satiating ourselves with nearly non-stop sex. We'd experimented with different positions, with oral sex, with sex in different rooms, etc. and all the things that young couples tend to do, but we had yet to blossom into full sexual partners who half nothing back from each other. As yet we didn't quite now our own or each others limits, fantasies, and dreams. I was still discovering Becky's needs, as I'm sure she was mine.

I was rapidly coming to the conclusion that it was time to start pushing at our boundaries and as I drove along I determined that at the next appropriate time I would try and find out just what Becky really fancied, what her deepest, darkest, secret sexual desires were. I already knew from that first night that she liked a little pain sometimes, but just how far did that liking extend and what else did she fantasize about? I wanted to find out and I set to thinking of how I could do so. Unfortunately I had no real idea short of straight out asking, and though I racked my brains I was still short of inspiration when I turned into our drive.

I wanted to put the flowers in a vase, and then leave them on the kitchen table with the card for Becky to find whenever she next went in there, so I carefully turned my key and slipped in through the back door as quietly as I could. I knew that she hadn't seen the car, or she would have been at the door to greet me. 

I padded silently into the kitchen, placed the flowers on the table and opened the cupboard door in search of a vase. But as I did so I noticed a faint but definite buzzing noise. I stopped and listened. There was no mistake, there it was again, increasing and decreasing at short but regular intervals. I strained my ears trying to figure out what it could be, then amid the buzzing I detected the slight sound of a woman's gasp and it came to me. It was the now unmistakable sound of a vibrator. I had no idea that Becky even possessed one, which only goes to show how much we needed the discussion I was planning. But now my cock sprang to attention and I just had to go and catch her in the act, the thought of seeing her with a vibrator in her pussy made my heart pound and sent adrenalin rushing through me.

Leaving the flowers where they were I stepped quietly into the hall, stopping and listening for guidance. The noise came from upstairs. Carefully and silently I climbed the stairs, pausing at just before reaching our partly open bedroom door to have another listen. Yes, it was still there, louder now and still rising and falling in volume over her plainly audible gasps as, I guessed, she thrust it in and out of herself. Jesus, but it sounded good.

After a little hesitation, after all, I didn't know how she would react, I stepped into the doorway and into plain view, doing it quickly to try and catch a good glimpse before she saw me and stopped. I needn't have worried about that, she was lying naked on the bed facing me, her feet spread wide, her back arched and her head tilted right back so that she was staring at the ceiling. With one hand she was thrusting a large black and gold vibrator rapidly in and out of herself while the other played with her clitoris. She was gasping and moaning to herself and obviously rapidly approaching her orgasm. What a turn on, I just stood and watched. Seeing Becky masturbate was the most erotic experience I ever dreamed possible and I just stood transfixed.

But, with luck like mine, you might guess that the sight didn't last for long. Becky must somehow have sensed someone's presence, for she suddenly stopped and looked at the door, alarm written large across her face. Seeing someone there she let out a yell, pulled the vibrator from her pussy with such force that it flew from her grip and dropped over the side of the bed, slammed her legs together and instinctively covered herself with her hands. Then realising that it was me she blushed bright scarlet and began to babble.

"Oh, Simon, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know why I was doing that. I didn't need to do it, you're enough for me honestly. I'm really sorry, it's just that I was thinking of you and me and it turned me on. I'm so sorry, it won't happen again honestly. You can throw that thing away if you like." She looked round wildly for her lost vibrator.

"Becky, Becky, Becky. That was the horniest thing I've ever seen. Please stop saying sorry, I certainly won't throw anything away and you can do it as often as you like."

"But you shouldn't have been there. How long had you been watching? Why didn't you say something? How come you're home early?" Defence was turning to attack, though she still lay red faced and naked, one hand covering her pubes and the other across her breasts.

I grinned, after all, it was not often I have her at a disadvantage. I ignored her questions and asked my own. 

"Why are you covering yourself up? I have seen you before, you know?"

She looked down at herself then self consciously moved her hands a little, one to her thigh and the other onto the flat of her stomach. Her knees remained nailed firmly together. I decided it was time to turn her embarrassment to my benefit.

"Have I left you frustrated?"

She grinned wryly. "No, I kinda cooled off in a hurry."

That wasn't the answer I expected or wanted, but I pressed on. "Wouldn't you like to cum, then?"

She looked longingly at the bulge in my trousers where I definitely hadn't cooled off, and jumped to the wrong conclusion. I didn't dissuade her.

"Oh, yes please." Her hand moved subconsciously back to her breast, but this time not to cover it.

"You'd better carry on then, and I'll watch you till you cum." Confusion, embarrassment, and excitement chased each other across her face and I knew I'd hit the spot.

She groaned, looking hot and anxious at the same time. "Simon, I couldn't do that. I'd be too embarrassed."

"Yes you can, wouldn't you like me to watch you play with yourself?" My voice was getting a bit breathless too.

"Yes, but I can't, I really can't, whatever would you think of me?"

I don't know what made me say what I said next, but it was unexpectedly the exact right thing.

"I'd think you were a slut." I said it quite unsympathetically and Becky groaned with surprise and instant arousal.

When I saw Becky's reaction I pressed home my advantage, not quite sure of my ground but feeling suddenly adventurous. Perhaps we could expand our horizons a little after all.

"I'd think you were a slut who would do anything that was asked of her. A horny little slut, a whore, a dirty whore with no morals and an ever-ready cunt."

Becky wriggled softly with pleasure and the hand on her breast began to massage it, moulding the soft flesh beneath her fingers. "Yes, yes I am, aren't I?" She whispered, blushing. "I'm a randy little slut. Tell me again what I am." 

"You are a whore, a harlot, a sex-slut. You are just a walking fuck, an ever open hole, a dirty tart with a wet cunt. And now you are going to play with yourself like the slut you are, and I'm going to watch."

Becky's breathing was coming in sharp gasps, her legs slid open and she looked around again for her vibrator, not realising it had fallen from the bed. After a couple of unsuccessful moments she gave in, lay back and her hand went to her clit instead, rubbing frantically at it in an urgent need to climax. 

"Tell me what you're doing. I want to hear you describe it."

"I'm stroking my pussy. I'm trying to make myself cum, so that you can see me cum. I want you to see me cum." 

"It's not a pussy. It's a cunt. Sluts have cunts instead of pussies, don't they?"

"Yes, yeesss. That's right. It's a cunt, my cunt, and your cunt whenever you want it." 

"So tell me again what you are doing."

Her first two fingers were flying across her clit and her hips were beginning the involuntary little twitching that heralded her approaching climax. "I'm playing with my cunt, rubbing my clit, and I'm going to cum soon. Please watch me cum. Please watch my cunt cum, I want you to see me do it."

For the next few minutes neither of us spoke, I watched absolutely spellbound as Becky's fingers strummed, flicked, pinched and pulled at her clit, groaning all the time as she got closer and closer to orgasm. The only sounds were the rhythmic noises of her fingers at work on her clit and her heavy, ragged breathing. Her eyes remained fixed on mine all the time, little smiles flitting across her face before her face muscles started to go rigid and her back began to arch again and I knew she was close.

"Tell me when you're going to cum"

"Oh Christ, I'm cumming now, watch me, please watch me, look at my cunt, I'm cumming, I'm cuummmminnng!" 

Her bottom bounced on the bed as her hips jerked and twitched in uncontrolled spasms, one hand grabbed at her breast and pulled it savagely while the other pressed itself hard against her clit until her orgasm passed. I was so turned on that I could hardly stop myself from jumping on her and fucking her, but somehow it seemed inappropriate.

"Oh, God, Simon, I don't know what got into me. I've never felt like that before. It felt so good, but I know I behaved badly, I'm sorry."

"Will you ever stop saying sorry? There is nothing to be sorry for my darling. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Becky giggled, a nervous little giggle. "You said that a few minutes ago, when you first saw me."

"I did, didn't I? Well then, you just got even hotter!"

Becky looked at me, a suddenly serious look on her face. "I loved it when you called me names. But you don't really think that of me, do you?"

I walked over to the bed and sat next to her, taking one of her hands in mine. "No sweetheart. I think you're wonderful, the sexiest lady I've ever met – with the emphasis on lady." 

"Except when I'm being a tart!" Her breathing was nearly back to normal and her sense of humour had returned.

"Except when you're being a tart." I echoed, still amazed by what had happened.

"Can you cum again?" I asked, the beginnings of an idea forming, but unsure just how much her climax had taken out of her.

"With a little help from a friend." Becky smiled and her eyes sparkled in a way that said everything.

I wasn't sure if she meant me or her vibe, but I intended it to be me, so I climbed from the bed and quickly undressed. Then I settled next to her, put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me so that I could talk softly into her ear.

"Now then, how about we both do it?" I quietly took my cock in my hand and began to gently wank.

She looked at me questioningly for a minute or so, then having decided I meant it, she made to join in.

"Ok, yes, let's, why not? That sounds really nice. I wonder if we can cum together?" Becky's voice was suddenly heavy with excitement as she opened her thighs again and began to play softly with her clitoris once more.

"Tell me why being called names turned you on?" I asked quietly, looking down her body and watching her knuckles moving rhythmically above her pubes.

"I don't know, perhaps because I really wanted to be a slut right then, I wanted you to look at me doing something naughty. The idea of acting obscenely for you was a hell of a turn on and it gave me a real buzz when you told me to bring myself off. Do you know, I just love the idea of being ordered to do something I shouldn't."

"Do you like being watched?" I breathed the question very quietly and sexily into her ear.

"I think I must do." She thought quietly for a minute as I watched her softly masturbating, then. "In fact, yes, I know I do, it's very sexy to have someone see you in your most intimate moments. I love you watching me now, its great."

"Is it something you've fantasized about?" 

Her knuckles were picking up a just a little speed. "Yes, many times, and sometimes I dream about being made to do it in front of an audience."

"What sort of audience? One person, a few, a lot, how many?" I was pressing for more detail, and I think vocalising her desires was stimulating Becky as well. 

"Sometimes just one or two, sometimes many, - in one fantasy I was on a stage in a theatre doing it." Her breathing was becoming ragged.

"Is it always men, or do you fantasize about women watching you?" I was deliberately pushing the boundaries, trying to find what she really thought.

"I've never fantasized of doing it willingly in front of a woman, but sometimes I dream of being forced to do it for women, and that's an incredible thrill." 

Her fingers were moving steadily and her hips were gyrating softly, the very personal nature of exchange was arousing her more and more. She was enjoying telling me of her desires now.

I was still slowly wanking. "Do you like to watch as well?"

"Yes, and before you ask, both sexes, and I do fantasize of watching other couples fuck."

The conversation, held at whisper level, was turning me on immensely and I desperately wanted to fuck her. But I wanted to take these disclosures as far as I could, I'd told myself I wanted to know these things and I knew I wouldn't get a better chance.

"Would you like to watch a couple fuck in real life, and let them watch you?"

"Ooohh, yes! God, that would be really something! Would you fuck me for someone to watch us?" 

I could see that the idea was a big turn on for her. Then I realised I'd like it too, having someone watch us fuck. "Yes, I'll fuck you."

I'm not sure if she picked up on the change from possibility to intent, but she didn't recoil at the idea if she did. In fact that's when she climaxed, as if the promise had tipped her into the abyss. One hand was now gripping and pulling her nipple and the other was strumming her clit as she jerked her pelvis up and down against them. Her head was lifted from my shoulder by the muscular tension within her and she let out a wail of pleasure that lasted until her orgasm died away, and she slumped back against me.

"God, that was good" Then she turned her head to look at me. "Did you mean that? About fucking in company?"

I nodded and she sighed with satisfaction before she continued.

"Now, believe it or not I'm still randy, so can we keep talking? Ask me whatever you want."

I was up for that. I hadn't cum at all yet and my balls were beginning to complain at the fact. I was still determined to learn everything I could about the things that turned Becky on though, and then I was going to fuck her.

"Then tell me what else you fantasize about. Tell me your deepest secrets, what really, really turns you on but you haven't dared say. Don't hold back, it won't matter."

Becky thought for a few minutes, her fingers back to working on her clit, and for a minute I thought she was going to refuse at that. Then she spoke.

"I fantasize about having my bottom fucked. Will you do that to me?" She looked up at me a pleading look in her eyes, not sure if I'd disapprove. 

It was my turn to groan with excitement. "I'd love to. I'll do that whenever you want me to, and with somebody else watching if you like."

"Really?" Her eyes shone.

"Anytime!" I wanted to fuck her arse just as much as she wanted me to, the audience was optional. I'd thought about anal sex long before I met Becky, from first seeing it done in a porn film.

"And will you spank me sometimes, and pull my nipples like you did before, please? I know it's strange but I do like sex to hurt sometimes, and I mean really hurt."

I had no trouble agreeing to that either, I'd fantasized about doing just that too, especially putting someone across my knee. If pushed I suppose I'd have to admit to a mildly sadistic streak and I like the idea of inflicting pain, especially if it turns the recipient on as well. This was like being told that the sweet shop was all mine. 

"Yes, Becky, yes, I'd love to! Is there anything else?"

"Can I tell you what else I want? But please don't think badly of me for it, I can't help what I fantasize about, and you don't have to do it if it doesn't work for you." I nodded and she continued, a little nervously at first but then the words tumbled out. "I want you to take me roughly, just fuck me anyway you want, make me do things, anything. Don't ask my permission, just take me, swear at me, call me dirty names – you already know how I like that, just make me feel like a 'thing' instead of a woman, I want you to humiliate me, make me cry, and even piss on me if you want."

She paused and looked at me. The shock on my face must have shown because she immediately gripped my arm in alarm.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said all that, pretend I didn't. I don't expect you to do those things anyway, you're too nice."

"Don't you be too sure." My voice was thick with pent up excitement when I eventually answered. "How far do you want me to go?"

An excited smile broke across her face. "As far as you like, just make me your slut. Make me do things I wouldn't dare do on my own. Make me do things that I don't like doing. Even make me do them with other people watching if you want. I'll do anything you want, anything, and you can torture me if you want. In fact, please do! I'd love to have other people see you hurting me."

I had wanted to find out Becky's darkest desires, but this was more than I had expected, and it was turning me on unbelievably. I could tell that Becky was getting more and more aroused as we both played with ourselves and watched each other as we talked. I really hoped we could cum together, that would be the icing on today's cake, but I wanted to see just how far she wanted us to go.




Simon and Becky Ch. 03



"Would you like other people to do more than just watch?" 

She understood immediately. "Yes! If you want them to."

"Would you like other people to fuck you?"

"Oh God! Yes, but only if you were watching me. I'd love to be fucked while you watched me."

"By both men and women?" I was really pushing it now, but the subject was obviously making her horny.

"Oh, Simon, I'm straight, I don't fancy women." She hesitated, and then continued. "But I'd do it if you wanted me to, and if you ordered me to. I've told you, I want to be made to do the things I don't want to."

"Would you like us to try everything for real?" It was my final question, and I was panting from arousal as I asked it.

"Yes." Her answer was simple and certain, even though it came out like a gasp of wanting.

Now we were both feeling as randy as hell and our hands were busy taking us towards cumming, but Becky seemed just a little hesitant. I put it down to her recent orgasm.

"There is something else!" She sounded anxious again, even though her fingers were still strumming on her clit and her hips were making the small undulating movements of high arousal. "But I'm not sure I dare even tell you about it."

"Go on, you can't stop there. Tell me. You can tell me anything." My hand was working hard on my cock, stroking rapidly up and down my shaft.

"Well," She stopped masturbating and turned to look straight at me, hesitating for a long time. "Well, I fantasize about being raped!"

My eyes must have been on stalks with my mouth hanging open. My hand stopped stroking my shaft and I stared at her unmoving.

"Yes, I know it's nasty, dangerous and everything, But I often fantasize about being gang raped by a group of people and made to do all sorts of dirty things with them. It's my wildest dream, and the thought of it scares me stiff but it turns me on so much as well. I sometimes think about it when I'm masturbating and it makes me cum really hard. That's what I was thinking about when you came home today."

"Fantasizing about being raped is very different from the real thing you know." For the first time I wondered if Becky's fantasies were just a little too much. Now I was the one baulking at how far she was prepared to take them.

"I know, but if I could be sure I would be safe, I really would want it to happen one day. I dream of being fucked by strangers against my will, and I want it to be the dirtiest, nastiest sex you can think of, really dirty and humiliating. I even want at least one of them to be a woman, just to make me do the lesbian things that I would hate doing. I wouldn't want it to be pretend either. I want it to be for real, except that I don't want to get really hurt, of course, apart from a few bruises maybe, which makes it a bit awkward because I want to fight back and lose, and I don't want any play acting. I want to be taken by several men and women and forced to do dirty things with them while they take it in turns to fuck me. And I don't care how many. I really, really fancy that. If you ever want to take me to the ultimate, then please arrange for that to happen to me. That would be the greatest thrill you could ever give me."

"Fucking hell, Becky, you sure know how to surprise me." I could tell she meant what she said. 

She shook her head. "I can't believe I've just told you that. I've never let anybody know about that fantasy. I've hardly even admitted it to myself, even though I often fantasize about it when I masturbate, and often in great detail. I had a dream about it once and it's been almost an obsession ever since." She looked at my face. "Don't let it affect us, will you? I know you won't let it happen. We've got something really special and I don't want it spoiled by a silly fantasy that can't come true."

"It won't affect us, none of it will. Nothing you've told me tonight will make me want you less. I know that we can't control our dreams so don't worry about that." I was carefully non committal about her rape fantasy, if truth be told it had excited me just as much, but I couldn't see me letting her be raped. I did want to hear about that dream though.

"Promise me it doesn't matter?"

"I promise."

"Kiss me then, so that I know you mean it." I still had my arm around her shoulders and I just pulled her over on top of me, locking her mouth onto mine and kissing her like there would be no tomorrow.

"Mmmm. Now I know that you don't mind." She smiled and wriggled her belly against my erection. I kissed her again just to shut her up. Our lust had temporarily given way to simple need, we were still feeling horny, but without the urgency. I suppose we were busy reinforcing the bond we have after the revelations of the past half hour.

I like kissing and so does Becky, so it was no problem for us to lie together for ages, just exploring each others mouths and feeling the love that was growing between us, though after a while her weight lying on my erect cock did become a bit much. I think Becky realised that it must be uncomfortable because just as I was beginning to think of moving she shuffled herself around a little to move her weight. Then she reached her hand down between us, releasing my cock to freedom between her legs. I gave a little grunt of pleasure, my cock was standing between her thighs, just touching their join and the cheeks of her arse, and I could feel the cool air wafting deliciously against its hot damp hardness. 

Becky's wriggling had dislodged my hands from their comfortable position around her shoulders and I found myself running them up and down the lovely soft skin of her back, gently stroking her from neck to buttocks with alternate hands. She smiled into my mouth with soft 'Mmm' of enjoyment.

This was all very nice, but I was still feeling actively horny and it was going through my mind to roll us over and make gentle love. But then Becky, who must have been getting similar feelings, reached down and grasped my cock again, fondling it as she guided the head towards the entrance to her pussy. Who was I to go against her wishes? I wriggled a little and pushed gently, sliding my cock into her warm and slippery hole. 

It reminded me in a way of our first time, when she had been in a similar position on top of me on the grass, but this time there was no reluctance on my part and I began gently thrusting in and out of her, at the same time running my fingers along her spine. 

It didn't take long before we were getting hot again and Becky carefully moved position so that she was now on her knees above me, resting on outstretched arms to allow her breasts to swing free over my face. The she began rising and falling on my cock, so I just lay there and let her. What else was I to do, and in any case I knew from past experience that it would become a very sexy fuck. 

Indeed it did, but not quite in the way I envisaged.

I was still running my hands up and down her back and reaching as far as I could onto her buttocks, which was not very far when she was at the bottom of her stroke. But then she decided to tease and paused at the top with her nipples just an inch or so above my face and just the head of my cock resting inside her. Instinctively I tried to push deeper, and she moved with me, a mischievous grin on her face.

This movement brought her bottom within my reach and let me fondle her cheeks, cupping them in my hands while massaging them with my fingers. But one hand was a little too low for comfort, and in trying to reposition it on the full roundness of her bum cheek I found my finger tips resting just in the crack of her arse. I found this little accidental trespass quite stimulating and so I left it there, and when Becky's little 'Mmm' told me that she didn't mind I explored a little further, reaching back with my other hand to explore from the other side. Again she had made no move to avoid the contact or to slide back along my cock to thwart me, so I took that as a sign to go further, and with one finger I ran along the depth of her crack until it skated over her puckered little anus. This time her 'Mmm' was louder and more pronounced and I noticed her eyes were closed and her breathing had become ragged. I moved my finger back until it rested openly against her rear entrance, just to test the water, so to speak. Still she didn't protest and remembering her wish to try anal sex I knew this was part of what she wanted, and so did I.

Remembering that gave me the confidence to twist my fingertip against her little hole, trying to gain access, trying to push into her, but it was without any success. She was just too tight and dry to admit me, so I moved my finger lower until I found her pussy, managing to wriggle it into her alongside my cock, coating it to the first knuckle with her copious lubrication. Then I spread her juices back to her anus and then returned to her pussy for more. All the time she kept rigidly still, and I knew she was silently willing me on, wanting me to penetrate her anus. 

This time when I twisted my wetted finger against her entrance I felt it give a little, allowing just the tip of my finger to slide inside. She was tight, so very tight and so very exciting. I collected more pussy juice and pushed again, an extra half inch of finger went in and she moaned out loud, pushing down very slightly to help me enter. Another push, another half inch gained, and another moan of pleasure. Now I pulled back a little before pushing, trying to make my invasion more of a gentle finger fuck and building up a gentle rhythm that Becky matched with small movements against me. My finger was now moving easily in and out of her as far as my second knuckle, which was as far as I could reach in this position.

This was the first time I had ever entered, or even touched, a woman's anus and I was finding the experience very erotic and exceptionally arousing. I could feel my finger moving inside her against the head of my cock, which still lay inside her pussy and was separated from my finger only by thin membranes. I wondered vaguely what it would feel like the other way around, with my finger in her pussy and my cock in her arse. That, I thought, was something I'd like to find out.

"Would you like me to fuck your arse now?" I asked her abruptly.

"Yes, yes, but please don't ask, just do it, I don't want you to ask, I want you to just do things to me." She looked down at me then went on, trying to make me understand. "I do want you to, but it wouldn't matter if I didn't, you should do it anyway." I could see that I was going to have to clarify this consent issue before long. 

"Ok, sorry. Right then, what have we got that I can use as lubrication?" It was clear to me that while an inch or so of finger might enter her anus fairly easily, the full length of a penis would need help, and I've been told that mine is not a small one.

"Wait!" She climbed off, abruptly dislodging both my finger and my cock, and went across to her dressing table. Reaching into one of her drawers she pulled out a large tube, something like a tube of paint but with the legend 'Personal Lubricating Gel'. It was for her vibrator I supposed, just something else I hadn't known she possessed. She made to hand the tube to me. 

"No, you do it. I want you to put it on both of us." 

She looked at me a little strangely then knelt on the bed, unscrewed the cap from the tube and squeezed a good sized blob onto her fingers. Then she leaned forward and took hold of my cock, spreading the gel all along the shaft and over the head. I must admit that the cold slipperiness of her gel covered fingers on my hot hard cock was tremendously stimulating and I almost wanted her to wank me off instead, but then the urge to fuck her anally rallied and I let her continue. She obviously didn't think that she's used enough, because she squeezed another blob onto her fingers and spread that just over the head of my cock. Once again I was blown away by the incredibly erotic feeling of her lubricating my cock.

Having done that she put some more gel on her fingers and, still kneeling and facing me, reached behind herself to lubricate her own anus, but I stopped her.

"No, not like that." She looked at me curiously.

"I want you to turn around to face away from me and get on all fours ready for me to fuck you, and then you can reach between your legs and grease your own arse. But make sure that I can see you do it."

Her face turned red and she opened her mouth as if to argue, but then she turned around and did as she had been told. Kneeling on all fours she reached back through her legs with her gel laden fingers, searching for the entrance to her own anus. I moved forward and, using both hands, held her arse cheeks open for her. This gave me the most intimate sight as her searching fingers found their mark and I watched them spreading gel around the rim of her anus. 

"Push your finger in and do the inside, please." I instructed her.

She didn't object, in fact she sexily finger-fucked her own arse for several minutes groaning and sighing with pleasure all the time. Watching her finger slowly pistoning in and out of her own backside, disappearing into her tight little hole to the knuckle then pulling back out, was absolutely beautiful. My cock was rock hard and ready to burst by the time she had finished, but finally she withdrew her finger, rested her head on her folded arms and presented me with her raised backside. 

"I'll try not to hurt." I said in reassurance as I shuffled closer on my knees.

"I don't care, just fuck me." She was panting with arousal by now, the humiliation of having to display herself to me had worked its magic.

I moved in close and touched her anus with the tip of my cock.

"Yes, do it, please do it." Her need was urgent.

For about thirty seconds I teased her by running the tip of my cock up and down her crack, listening to her moan with need and frustration, then I stopped, lined up my cock on her arse and began to push, gently but continuously. She moaned again and pushed back a little, trying to force the issue and take me into her. I was going to do this at my speed, so as she pushed I slackened off, negating her efforts. 

"Come on, fuck me, fuck my arse." She was almost crying with anticipation and need.

"Shut up, I'll do it my way." My voice brought immediate silence and she stayed stock still, breathing heavily. Surprise and an unexpected thrill had shocked her into submission. 

Now I began to push again, slowly, so slowly, forcing my cock passed the ring of her sphincter muscles. She whimpered a little as her little hole stretched to take me, but she didn't attempt to pull away and I kept going, not wanting to hurt her but sort of hoping that I was. I was looking down all the time, guiding my cock, making sure that it didn't slip away from its target, and the sight of her anus opening to let my cock inside was so, so hot. I kept pushing, seeing the tip make headway, then the main part of my cock head, until finally, with almost an audible plop the entire head of my cock slipped past her sphincter and buried itself in her rectum. She cried out a little with pain at my entry, but I could hear her repeatedly muttering 'oh yes' under her breath as she accommodated my cock.

I wanted to savour the feel of my cock inside her arse, so I stayed motionless for quite a while, just soaking up the sensation of my cock inside her hot tight passage, feeling the constriction of her sphincter around my shaft and the faint pulsing of her vaginal muscles coming through the walls of her rectum. 

Then I began to push my way deeper into her. There was no further resistance and although her passage was noticeably tighter than her pussy, it expanded willingly to let me continue. I had expected to have to make several partial penetrations before I could invade her to my full length, but so easily did my cock enter her that I was able to sink it right into her in one gentle but continuous thrust. When I was fully into her I gripped her hips and pulled her back against me, pressing my pubic bone against her bottom.

"That's it, now you've got all of me. How does it feel?" I wanted to know what she thought.

"God, Simon, its lovely. It's not at all like my pussy, but just as nice if not nicer. I'm glad we're doing it, aren't you? She was talking into the crook of her folded arms as she knelt before me.

"Does it hurt?"

"Only a little bit, but that makes it even nicer. Are you pleased with my arsehole?"

I began to thrust gently, pulling back about two thirds before sliding back to full depth. "Yes, I'm very pleased with it, and when I cum I'm going to shoot it right into it. Will you like that?"

"Oh. Yes please, I want that."

"What do you want, tell me exactly."

"I want you to cum inside my arse. I want to feel your cum shoot right inside me. Push your cock right deep inside my arse when you cum. Don't worry about hurting me; just fuck my arse hard until you fill it with cum."

Steadily but relentlessly I fucked her, slowly picking up speed and power until I was slamming into her arse as forcefully as I would her pussy, and slowly my orgasm began to build.

"Oh my God, that's fantastic, don't stop, fuck me harder." 

Becky was breathless from arousal and desperate for me to keep fucking her. I wasn't about to stop. Soon I could feel my balls begin to tighten and that old familiar liquid fire start to flow deep within me.

"I'm going to cum soon." I wanted her to be ready.

"Me too!" She just managed to gasp out the two words before a huge orgasm engulfed her, 

From my angle behind her, all I could see was her body heaving and twitching and her hands grabbing at handfuls of duvet as she fought to remain still for me, but I could hear her climax. She was letting out an almost continuous stream of 'ooohs!' in a gasping, breathless voice, each one reflecting another wave of pleasure coursing through her. I watched and listened as I tried to ram my cock deeper and deeper into her warm silky rectum. Then I lost concentration as my own orgasm arrived.

My climax into Becky's rectum was much more powerful than I expected. Whether it was the sense of taboo pleasure or just the beautiful soft tightness of her passage I've no idea, but I exploded into her like a bursting dam, spraying my cum deep inside her. Spurt after spurt jetted into her as my head went back, my hands gripped hard onto her hips to keep me pressed deep into her, and I cried out in ecstasy. It seemed that my whole body was in spasm, juddering and shuddering with the intensity of my peak, and only gradually returning to normal after my balls had emptied themselves totally into Becky's arse.

One fantasy was fulfilled for both of us. Not that its fulfilment would stop us doing it again, of course.



Simon and Becky Ch. 04



I was lying next to Simon in the warmth of post coital lethargy, mulling over our rapidly blossoming relationship while waiting for sleep to engulf me. As a couple we had come a long, long way in the very short time since I had 'seduced' him, if that's the right word for virtually raping an ultra-shy virgin. Since then he had grown in confidence tremendously, until now he was the sexually dominant partner and I'm the submissive half, which, of course, is just what I need. I was mentally going over the journey we had made when a thought struck. Instantly all sleepiness was gone. I thought Simon was probably already asleep, but I nudged him anyway, just in case he wasn't.

"Simon, are you asleep?" Alright, so it's a stupid question and deserved its reply.

"Of course I am. That's why I heard you?" Simon's voice came drowsily from out of the darkness. 

"Oh, sorry, but I've just thought of something."

"Something urgent?"

"Not urgent, but important."

"Ok, I'm awake now," His voice was stronger as he rolled onto his back. "Let's hear it."

"Well, you remember the other day when you made me tell you all about my fantasies?"

"Oh yes, and very interesting they are too."

"Well, you never told me yours, and you're not getting away with that one."

"Ah! I thought I'd escaped that embarrassment."

"Oh, so you do have fantasies then?" I latched on to Simon's implicit admission.

"You know, if I'd have been awake I would have been more careful how I answered you, wouldn't I? Yes, of course I have fantasies."

"Tell me then."

"What right now? It's ok when we're being horny, but it's a bit awkward when you're not."

"Then I'll have to change that." My hand tunnelled under the covers looking for Simon's cock. "Liar!" The cheeky bugger already had a hard on, but I began to play with it anyway. 

"Mmm. Keep doing that and I'll tell you anything."

"Your fantasies will do, including your deepest darkest desire's -- I think that's how you phrased it to me, isn't it?"

"Well, we've got a fair bit of overlap." Simon sounded thoughtful, but his cock twitched and rose a bit more.

"I mean, I've fancied fucking your arse since we first got together, so that matched with you, though I didn't know it. And I love to watch you playing with yourself, not to mention the notion of seeing you get fucked."

The thought of those ideas woke my pussy up, but I wanted him to tell me the things that he wasn't comfortable admitting to, like the rape fantasy had been for me.

"Ah, but they're not your darkest secrets, are they?" I pushed a little.

"Let me get there in my own time."

I could sense him thinking in the dark, wondering just what he dare tell me I suppose, though I didn't want him to hide anything. I'd told him my greatest fantasy, now it was his turn to tell me his. I continued playing with him under the covers, reaching a bit further to hold his balls in my hand, rolling them around with my fingers.

"I'll tell you this." He started up again abruptly, as if ignoring my activities altogether. "I've often wanted to spank a girl, so I'll do that for you, no problem, and hurt you in other ways -- physically, I mean. And although it's not been part of my fantasy until now, I like the idea of forcing you to do things too, so I'm up for that too, though seeing as you're at least as strong as I am, I'm not sure how to set about that."

"Thank you, don't worry about physical strength, it is strength of will that works for me." Ok, so that was my fantasies taken care of -- well some of them, at least. But what about his own? "Now tell me your very secret fantasy."

Again he paused, this time for only a short time.

"I've got two, and one of them you already know about." Another pause. I waited silently for him to continue, scared I'd put him off if I spoke.

"I'll tell you that one first."

"What's is it?"

"I really want to see you making love with a woman, just like we talked of the other night."

"When we were talking about what we'd be prepared to do" We'd already agreed that I would do that, so I was a bit confused why he'd brought it up again.

"Yes, and I know we agreed for you to try it, but you asked for my darkest secret desires, and that's one! I want to see you and another woman kissing, and to see you suck her breasts and she yours. And I think I'd cum on the spot to see you do a sixty-nine with a woman. Sorry sweetheart, but you did ask."

I can't explain it, but I was now getting really turned on. Listening to Simon's fantasy had aroused me something awful. I hadn't realised just how much he wanted me to do lesbian sex, and although I don't normally go for women I wanted to please him and the thought of turning him on turned me on as well.

"Wait till you here the other one!"

"Go on." I had an idea this one would be something different, something we'd not talked about, and it was.

"I would like to tie you to the bed and play with you. I'd like to tease you and do lots of little things to you, maybe even hurt you a bit, before letting you cum. I just want to have you totally at my mercy, completely unable to stop me, no matter what I want to do to you."

Now that sounded really nice to me. I hadn't thought of that before, but now I wanted to try it badly. 

"Oh!" He stopped, then added. "And there would be no safe word. No way out for you."

That sounded even better. "I'd like that. You can do anything you like and I'll love it."

"Anything?"

"Anything!" Then I paused, just thinking about it, before adding a proviso. "Anything that doesn't do permanent harm."

"That goes without saying, but I'm glad you said it, because now I know how far I can go."

The possibilities made me feel so horny I needed to be fucked right then.

"Fuck me, Simon." I didn't usually ask outright, but I needed his cock in my pussy instead of my hand.

He turned over and silently rolled on top of me, holding his body up while I spread my legs beneath him, then lowered himself down and pushed forward, his cock penetrating me without guidance in one long thrust. I know I was turned on, but I must have been very wet for that to happen. Once inside he began to fuck me with long deliberate thrusts, and it felt so good.

"So someone's feeling horny, eh?" 

His voice in my ear was softly teasing. I didn't answer; I was too busy enjoying the feel of that big cock of his probing my depths.

"What turned you on, then?" He asked the question and then went right on to suggest the answers. 

"Was it the idea of being tied up? You like the idea of being at my mercy?" 

That had certainly lit the fuse. I really fancied that one.

"Or maybe you want to fuck a girl while I watch." He grunted with effort as he spoke. 

His voice was thick and sexy and I could tell that he genuinely wanted to see another woman fuck me, and I knew I would like it to happen for real if the chance arose, and somehow that did get me going. I was on the road to a climax.

"Is it the idea of tasting pussy that's making you so fucking hot, or the thought of a woman's fingers in your cunt?" He had noticed the effect and was pushing the theme

"I know, maybe it's not just a man or a woman you want, but both together. Maybe you'd like to be fucked from behind while you lick a woman's cunt, is that it?"

I didn't answer in words. I climaxed instead, my heels beating a tattoo on Simon's heaving back as a huge orgasm swept through me. 

"So you do want it? You would like both at once while I watch, would you? Go on, tell me, wouldn't you?" I could hear the triumph in his voice

"Yyeeessssss!" Then I added my own mini fantasy. "If you'll wank over us!" 

My answer seemed to be all it needed to send Simon over the edge, for he groaned heavily and pushed himself deep into me, spurting his cum into my waiting pussy.

When he had finished he lay across me drained and lifeless, and I could feel his heart pounding away in his chest. I cupped his face in my hands and turning it to me, I touched my mouth to his, we were both still panting too hard to kiss properly, but I needed to express my love for him.

"I love you, Simon. Nothing will change that, and I'd like to try what you want as much as what I want." I was tempted to add 'even if make me fuck half the town' but I kept that thought to myself.

"But can we really try the things we've told each other we like, without damaging our relationship? I mean, including the ones that involve other people?" His voice was very serious, so I answered in the same vein, - and meant what I said.

"Yes, so long as we don't do anything behind each other's back. Whatever we do must be with the other person present or with their prior permission, does that sound ok?"

"Sounds good to me, I guess we have a deal."

He smiled happily, it was what he wanted to hear. He stirred himself a little and slid sideways, nearly but not quite lifting his weight from me. I was happy to feel this closeness and, still lying flat on my back with Simon's leg draped across my thigh, I drifted into sleep.

********************* 

The next I knew I was being dragged back to wakefulness by something pulling at my arm. In my half awake state I thought it was morning and Simon wanted me to get out of bed.

"Pack it in, love, I'll be up soon." I hadn't yet opened my eyes.

"No you won't." I heard him chuckle as he answered and the tugging on my wrist got harder. I opened my eyes and tried to turn towards where I thought he was. That's when I found that something pulled on my other arm, and wakefulness arrived in a rush.

I looked hurriedly around in the light from my dressing table lamp and saw white rope leading from my wrist to the bed post. Another length of rope was tied around my other wrist and Simon was pulling on it in preparation to tying it around the other post.

"What are you doing?" I asked instinctively, even though I already knew the answer and was both alarmed and thrilled by it.

"What do you think?." Simon tied off the rope and returned to the other side of the bed to tighten that restraint. When he was done I was lying flat on my back with my wrists tied securely to the bedposts with almost no movement allowed.

Having done that he then pulled the duvet from over me, leaving me totally exposed and unable to do anything about it. Even then he hadn't finished, but went to the foot of the bed where he grabbed my ankles and, forcing them apart, he pinned them down one after the other and tied one to each corner. I was now tied like a starfish with everything I have on display and wonderfully available.

"What are you going to do?" That was a more sensible question, even though I didn't really mind what the answer was.

"I'm going to enjoy you." It was a beautifully ominous reply. I could already feel my pussy getting wet in anticipation.

He leaned over the bed and whispered in my ear. "I'm going to tease you, then there is something I want you to do, and then, if I like the way you do it, I going to let you cum."

I wriggled and squirmed, but it was much more to do with the excitement I was feeling than with any real attempt at getting free. In any case, getting free wasn't an option, even if I'd wanted it to be.

Simon grinned to himself at my feeble attempts, then he padded across the bedroom to my dressing table, opened a drawer and took out my black and gold vibrator. He'd found out about my little stash of toys when he caught me masturbating, but it still made me flame with embarrassment to see him wielding one of my vibes. 

He made his way back to the bed, his erection bobbing up and down as he walked, and sat down beside me. I pulled frantically at my bonds, testing them, making sure that I really was tied firmly under the guise of attempted escape, taking pleasure in knowing how exposed and defenceless I really was. There was no way I was going to get free and my heart pounded with the knowledge that I was entirely and completely at Simon's mercy. I trusted him totally, but there was still that little edge of uncertainty, the little tinge of fear that gave my defenceless position such spice. I had no idea what he would do or how far he would go, that was now down to him.

I was brought back from my wondering by the sound of the vibrator. I looked across at him as he leaned over and placed the buzzing tip just below my right nipple, rather than where I had expected. I had never had a vibrator used on me by someone else, and the feeling of not knowing where or how it was going next was an unexpected thrill. I'd only ever used it on or around my pussy, but the feel of my soft titty flesh quivering against the vibrator persuaded me I had been missing out. 

After a few minutes he moved it to my other breast, placing it this time right on the tip of my nipple. The sensation was exquisite and I pulled hard against my bonds trying to push my breast towards the source of my pleasure. Simon cleverly kept the tip just touching my little nub. I groaned aloud, helplessly wishing he would do more. I wanted it on my clit or even better deep inside me. Why wouldn't he use it where it was shaped to be used, in my pussy.

Then the tip was on the move again, trailing down my body skating lightly over my flesh, still vibrating quietly as it went. Then when it reached a point half way between my navel and my bikini line, it stopped and began to circle, buzzing gently in little random circles across my lower abdomen. I was gasping now, straining at the ropes, feeling my arousal becoming stronger and stronger, even though he had done little more than stroke my skin with a cylinder of vibrating plastic.

It was not what Simon had done that had got me to this point; it was the circumstances in which he had done it. I knew that he was quite at liberty to ram the vibrator straight up my arse if he so wished, or at least bury it inside my cunt -- why was I suddenly thinking cunt instead of pussy? But he had just lightly played it over me, knowing that I had to put up with the frustration that brought.

Then suddenly he moved it. The tip of the vibe was pressed gently against the tip of my clit and the control instantly turned full on. I jerked with surprise and pleasure and my simmering orgasm boiled over, making me strain against the ropes, bucking and jerking as it rolled through me. As orgasm's go this was probably not the most intense I've ever had, but it was one of the most memorable, just because I was under restraint. I was unable to move more than an inch or two, and unable to grip or twist my tits as I wanted to, unable to open my legs properly, and unable to do anything except accept it. For those reasons it lasted longer and gave more overwhelming sensations than I ever expected. I was lost in rapture as waves of pleasure rolled on, only able to express myself verbally with a continuous "Yes, oh yes, oh my God yes. Oh fuck yes," repeated over and over in varying permutations. 

When I finally came down from the metaphoric wall that it had me climbing and I relaxed back onto the bed, Simon burst into giggles and looked at me with a childish grin on his face.

"I didn't mean to do that! I hope you can stand another."

"Soon." I gasped, "Give me a minute or two."

But Simon had no intention of allowing me to rest, instead he switched on the vibrator again and pushed it full depth into my cunt, holding it there for long minutes with his hand flat against the butt. Then he smiled wolfishly and grasped the end of the vibrator, twisting it and pulling it out of me at the same time, before reversing the action to screw it back in, the motion setting off little jolts of ecstasy inside me. Steadily he twisted it in and out of my cunt, thrusting it deep before withdrawing it almost to the tip, I groaned and moaned through it all, enjoying every moment and feeling the stirrings of my second climax start inside my pelvis.

Then he stopped with the vibrator half in and half out of me and switched it off.

"Now, if you want to be allowed to cum again, then you must do as I say, ok?"

I nodded, feeling a bit confused. Unless he wanted me to suck him off there seemed to be very little I actually could do whilst bound to the bed like a Leonardo de Vinci drawing.

"You told me that you have dreamed of your rape fantasy, in one especially clear dream, and in that dream it actually happened, yes?"

I nodded, still puzzled. "Yes."

"Then I want you to tell me about that dream. Tell me what happened as if you were telling the story of a real life happening, and tell me every single detail. What was done to you, who it was done by, how it was done and how you felt about it, everything."

"Jesus, I can't do that!" My initial reaction was horror and panic, but I knew I could, for a little voice in my head was telling me how erotic it would be to share that dream with him.

"Then I guess I'll just leave you there for a bit." He pulled the vibrator from me and placed it on the bed, looking down silently at me. I knew what he was waiting for, and it wasn't long in coming.

"Ok, I'll tell you, if you promise not to take the piss afterwards."

"I promise." 

He replaced the vibrator, pushing it deep into me, but not turning it on. I sighed with the pleasure of its return and took a deep breath, a very deep breath.

"In my dream I was a cosmetics sales girl, you know, the sort that calls round to your house with a catalogue and takes orders?" Simon nodded and switched vibe on just a little. 

"Well, I was delivering an order to a house way out in the sticks, but when I got there it didn't seem quite the same as when I called before. It was the same house, but the car in the drive was older than I remembered and the dustbin was overfull. Anyway, I knocked on the door and waited."

The vibrator was buzzing away in my cunt and telling Simon about my dream was getting easier.

"The man who answered wasn't the same man as I'd seen last time, but when I told him what I wanted he said to come in, so I did. I went through into the living room and as soon as I saw the family I knew it wasn't right. Previously there had been a business couple in their thirties, now it was a whole family of misfits. There was a couple in their forties I guess, two young men in their twenties who looked to be related and one of whom had answered the door, a woman of about the same age, and an old man of about seventy. All of them were fat, like Big Mac addicts, except for the old man, who was stick thin, and the younger woman, who was pretty and had a really good figure."

Simon turned up the vibrator and I sighed with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm waiting patiently in the wings.

"I hurriedly turned to go, but the man who had answered the door stood blocking my exit and grinning like a Cheshire cat. I asked him to excuse me and let me past, but he answered 'no, he was going to fuck me instead.' I tried to push past him but he grabbed my arm and spun me back into the room. There he and his brother grabbed an arm each and held me firm. 'What shall we do with her, dad,' asked one of them and the fat man answered that they'd best strip me and fuck me 'seeing as that's what you've said you'd do'. 

I was struggling as hard as I could, but I couldn't break free, and when the father came up to me with a knife in his hand and told me to stand still, I did just that, absolutely trembling with fear. In my dream I was frightened that they were going to kill me." 

I stopped and looked up at Simon. "I don't know if you can understand, but the sheer terror of the possibility being maimed or killed made everything in my dream so much more intense and so fucking stimulating."

"I understand." He said, and I think maybe he did. 

"Anyway, it wasn't me the father was going to cut up but my clothes, and he cut every bit of them off of me with that knife, so that I ended up standing in front of him stark naked, still held by the arms by his two sons. There I stood, with a pile of rags around my feet, my arms out to my side and twisted so that I leaned forward with my tits hanging, and a family of morons standing around jeering and cheering and staring at my body. I had never felt so ashamed -- and also so fucking randy. Even though I was petrified I wanted them to do things to me, touch me or fuck me, or anything, you know?"




Simon and Becky Ch. 04



Simon now began to slide the vibrator in and out of my cunt, just slowly and gently, but that and having to tell of my dream indignity brought my climax closer than ever and I was wriggling against my ropes again.

"Go on with your dream, or I'll stop again." Heard Simon's threat through a mist of lust, and started to gasp out my story once more.

"Well, the older man just stepped forward and pushed his hand between my legs, shoving two fingers straight up my cunt. I remember being surprised in my dream that my cunt was so wet. He looked at me and said something like 'you horny little slut, you want more don't you?' Then he turned to his sons, who were holding me, and told them to take me into a bedroom and 'get her ready for me to fuck.' I kicked and wriggled again, but they dragged me through into a room with an old worn-out bed in the middle and threw me on it. They weren't gentle either. I landed on my back, banging my head against a stained wooden headboard and getting the wind knocked out of me. 

Then they sat quickly on the bed at either side of me and held me down by the arms before I could move. The two women, a mother and daughter I think, had followed us into the bedroom and they grabbed now my legs, pulling them apart so that my cunt was on show and available to anyone, and then, when the father and the grandfather came in, they pulled them right back as well, so that I was ready to be fucked. The mother cackled with laughter and reached down with one hand to feel my cunt. It hurt like hell as she pushed her fingers up me and her fingernails scraped the inside of my tunnel and I screamed from the pain, but she just laughed again, looking at my juices on her fingers afterwards and telling her husband 'yeah, she's wet and ready'. My cunt was sopping wet and I felt so ashamed as they stood and stared at it."

I stopped and looked up at Simon; he was gazing thoughtfully at my cunt. I loved it when he looked at me like that and I just hoped he was envisaging me with my legs back and the same intimate part of my body being stared at by this dirty and ugly family. I also hoped he knew how embarrassed I felt at having to tell him and how humiliating it was for him to know that I enjoyed it. I wanted him to understand how, in my dream, I could hate the idea of being fucked by any member of that horrible family and yet desperately want it to happen. I carried on with my story, my face hot and red from the embarrassment. 

"You know how it is with dreams, how things don't always follow logically?" I looked at Simon for understanding, and he nodded. "Well all of a sudden everyone in the bedroom was naked without having to undress, and all the men, including the granddad, were sporting massive rock hard erections with shiny purple knobs." 

"Bigger than mine?" Simon interrupted, ego at the ready.

"Yes, massive!" I think I would have said that even if it weren't true, just to limit his ego a bit, but in my dream they were all equipped with about ten inches and thick with it. They do say that dreams are the only place you can get just what you really want.

"Now let me tell you before I cum again."

"No! I think it's time for you to cum, maybe." It was so stimulating to have someone else decide when I could cum. He drew the vibrator out of my cunt and rested its tip against my clit, just very gently and slowly circling it around. My arousal immediately went to fever pitch and I was squirming and wriggling against my restraints, my fists clenched and biceps straining in an effort to break my bonds as the vibrations in my clit brought me closer and closer to the edge. Simon knew just what he was doing and though he didn't let up, he kept moving the tip of the vibe away from my clit at the most inappropriate moments, just to keep me from actually cumming. God, he was a bastard for teasing.

"Make me cum, you sod." I was beside myself with frustration.

"Soon," He replied, grinning triumphantly. 

Then he looked down at me, pretending to notice my straining arms and gyrating pelvis for the first time. "Oh, alright then, if you really need to."

The vibrator went back against my clit and within minutes I exploded into orgasm, thrusting my hips and pelvis against the vibe, willing it to enter me again. All Simon did was move it to match my efforts and smile innocently.

Soon I was lying helplessly gasping and panting, my climax receding, with beads of perspiration standing on my forehead and a sweaty sheen all over my body. It had been a very intense and powerful orgasm, made even more so by being in such a helpless position. If I hadn't thought of being tied to the bed before, I was very, very glad that Simon had.

"Was that good?" Asked Simon. 

I nodded, still breathless but smiling happily.

"Good, so can we go back to your dream now?" 

I nodded again, strangely I still felt horny enough to want to continue.

"And are we going to get the juicy details of you being fucked?"

Once more I nodded, but this time I felt myself blush at the idea of 'juicy details', for there were plenty of those to tell.

"Ok, I'll spare your embarrassment." He put the vibrator on the bedside cupboard and turned out the light, leaving us in total darkness. 

I didn't actually want to be spared the embarrassment, that was all part of the turn on, but there was not a lot I could do about it. I felt him climb back onto the bed, and I was just about to start up telling my dream again, when I felt his body sliding over mine as he lay on top of me. 

Sliding himself onto me like that brought his cock directly up between my legs and the head found its own way up to my cunt, pressing lightly against my labia only a little to one side of its main target. He reached down and found my entrance using his fingers to guide his cock, thrusting himself deeply into my still wet passage.

He shuffled himself around a little to get comfortable and then began very slowly thrusting in and out of my cunt, gently fucking me as I lay strapped to the bed, with his hands gently kneading my breasts at the same time. 

"Now!" He said, his voice coming from just beside my ear. "Go on with your dream, I can hear you all the better from here, and don't leave anything out, not a single thing."

I hesitated a few moments, trying to remember where I had got to, but Simon must have interpreted my delay as indecision, for he squeezed both of my nipples savagely, making me yelp at the sudden pain.

"Go on, tell me! You were pinned to the bed by a load of naked yobs, I think." He prompted.

"Oh yes, I remember." I began my account again, talking into the dark but relating it very quietly almost directly into his ear as he fucked me softly. It was quite erotic in a strange way.

"I was in a bedroom surrounded by a family of filthy perverts, with my legs held wide open and everybody looking at my cunt. It was obvious that the father was intending to fuck me first, and sure enough, he stepped forward, flopped on top of me with his big flabby belly and fumbled between my legs to get his cock in me. He pushed and his thing went up me surprisingly easily, as if my cunt actually welcomed it. He grinned down at me, pleased with his success and kissed me, his tongue probing right into my mouth. His breath stank, his tongue was like a snake filling my mouth and I had masses of flabby flesh lying all over me, and then he began to thrust in and out, his belly rolling and flopping over mine and his enormous cock hitting my cervix with each push. It was so awful it was wonderful. I have never felt so used, so helpless and so defiled in my life, but even in my dream it made my heart pound with excitement. It wasn't long before he orgasmed and streams of his sticky cum spurted into my cunt. I didn't cum, but I enjoyed every second."

I could hear Simons breathing getting deeper in my ear, he was obviously loving hearing about me being fucked by other men, even in a dream. I wondered what his reaction would be like if it happened in real life.

I continued. "As soon as he climbed off he grabbed my arm so as to allow one of the sons take his place and push himself deep inside me, stretching my cum-filled cunt with another giant cock. He wasn't quite so obese as his father, but he still squashed me with his weight as he banged away at me, making me gasp as I tried to breathe under his pounding. When he came I felt his spunk hitting the walls of my cunt and cervix, so hard did he shoot.

'Ok' he said as he climbed off of me, 'who's next?' 'Granddad!' they all chorused, looking at the old man. My skin crawled at the prospect of his wrinkled old cock being shoved up me, but the grandfather giggled inanely and he came forward anyway, wagging his cock at me with one hand while supporting himself on the bed with the other. I steeled myself for his decrepit old body to lie against mine. At least he was light and I hardly felt his weight, but his cock was just as big and just as hard as the rest of the family, and his wiry frame allowed him to fuck me hard and fast. I wouldn't have believed a man of that age could get up that sort of speed. He took ages to cum, too, and I was feeling battered and bruised by the time he got even close. 

All the time he was pounding away at me he had never even looked at me, but had just held his head up and looked at the wall, his mouth hanging slackly open. It was as if I didn't exist except as a human doll made for fucking. As his orgasm approached he had strings of drool hanging from his bottom lip ready to drip into my face and that faraway 'lights on but nobody home' look in his eyes. Then, when his cock began shooting his cum into my cunt, his mouth slammed shut and his revolting saliva spattered all over my face. Only when he had finished did he look at the girl he had been fucking, and then, seeing the pools of his spit on my face, he started giggling again, and climbed unsteadily off.

His odious family cheered as he clambered away, the two sons looked around and shouted 'You're next Ma!', bringing bile into my throat as the prospect of enduring any kind of sexual contact with that loathsome old bag struck me. Her husband laughed and said that she hadn't got a cock, but she replied with 'No, but I've got a cunt and she can lick it.' Again nausea made my stomach revolt and I had to swallow hard to prevent myself vomiting. I hate to think what they might have done if I had."

I could tell that Simon was very aroused from listening to my descriptions because he was fucking me much more strongly, driving his cock as deep as he could into me, even though he wasn't quite reaching the end of my passage as he normally did. It wasn't that his lovely cock wasn't fully erect, I could sense the hardness of his cock from his thrusts, it was just the position I was lying in on the bed. He liked the idea of me being fucked by other people and I think he liked even more the idea that I found the people loathsome and the experience humiliating, and, as it happens, so did I. Now, back to my story.

"As the members of the family changed places I writhed again in attempt to wriggle free, but without success. 'Hold her down' I heard the instruction given to the people holding my limbs and then this obese caricature was clambering on to the bed, her son gripping my leg in her place. She knelt next to me, her pendulous tits swinging over the fifty inches or so of stretch marks that substituted for her waist and told me to stick my tongue out. When I did she grunted with satisfaction and swung around to mount me backwards, kneeling over my face with her legs straddling my shoulders. I found myself looking up at a big wet hairy twat that was being lowered inexorably onto my tongue. She tasted vile and smelled worse, but I tried my hardest to put up with it while I licked her clit and nibbled away at her labia, All I wanted to do was make her cum so that she would get off. Her bulk was excluding most of the air from around my face so that I couldn't see at all, and was finding it difficult to breath. 

I must have been doing it right, for after a while I heard her begin to moan and she started to rub herself up and down my face. Her hairy cunt was like a pan scourer against my skin and so my face rapidly became sore, and with her juices soon coating it, running down my chin and getting up my nose, I eventually had to turn my face sideways to take a few deep breaths. I soon got told off for that, being sharply instructed to 'lick my twat, 'cos if you stop again I'll piss in your mouth'. I went back to licking, grabbing a quick breath each time her cunt was moved briefly away from my nose as she rubbed herself more and more enthusiastically over my face.

I could tell when she came because she was shouting it out loud, much to her offspring's enjoyment, and she pressed her cunt down hard on my mouth. There was no way I could breath at all then and I began frantically trying to get free so that I could push her off, but without any success. When she did finally climb off I was left gasping for breath with my chest heaving, trying desperately to draw enough air into my lungs to take the pounding from my heart. 

But I was given no time to recover, because the second son, and the only man who had not yet fucked me, was only waiting his for his mother to take hold of my ankle again to give him the chance for his turn. He did at least wipe the worst of his mothers fluids from my face, but only because he wanted to push his tongue into my mouth at the same time as pushing his cock into my cunt. After the grotesque shape of his mother, the loose body of this slob was easy to handle, and I just lay there and let him get on with it, conscious that after he'd finished all the available cocks had been up me, and maybe they would let me go. There was only the daughter left and she wasn't looking too enthusiastic. As I lay passively accepting the pounding of this fat ape I could hear his cock slurping and squelching as it slid in and out of my cum-filled cunt. The sound was revolting and only served to remind me of the indignities I had suffered. The spunk already in my cunt didn't stop him from cumming though, and soon I felt more spurt into me, adding to the soggy wetness of my cunt.

Finally he climbed off and the two women let go of my legs, and just for a moment I thought my ordeal was over. But the father had other ideas; he looked at me with lust still in his eyes and told me of his intentions. They were all going to leave the bedroom except his daughter, who was really the only acceptably human member of the clan. She would stay and I was to make her cum. I would do this in whatever way she told me to, and until I did I wouldn't be leaving that room. He gave me thirty minutes, after which time he would send in one of the men to fuck my arse if I hadn't succeeded. He was, he said, then going to send them in at fifteen minute intervals until he heard her climax, and he was going to send them in alphabetical order. 'I don't want to worry you,' he sniggered, 'but Grandpa's name is Albert'. With that the rest of the family left the bedroom and I was faced with having sex with this strange woman. For some reason I wasn't worried about the prospect of touching a woman, but about my inexperience in lesbian sex. Would I be able to make her cum?"

Simon's thrusts into me were getting more and more forceful. He was, I think, deliberately keeping them to a very slow rhythm to prevent himself from cumming until I had finished describing my dream, but he was getting close all the same.

"Do you really want me to tell you about sex with a woman?" I asked him, trying to sound reluctant, but hoping he would insist.

"Do I?" He gasped out. "You fucking bet I do, you horny tart, and in every detail."

"It's not as nasty as the others"

"Just get on with it, you dirty little slut."

I love to hear him call me names like that, and I'd won my little victory so I did as he asked.

"Well, as you know, I was already lying stretched out on the bed and after everyone else had left she came and laid next to me, reaching out to pull me into her embrace. After the violent way I had been taken by the rest of the family, this was a welcome surprise and I went willingly into her arms. It was strange to feel the softness of a woman's skin, the fullness of her breasts against mine and the absence of a cock as her pelvis pressed against me, but I enjoyed the contrast. She was a good looking woman, with long dark hair, warm brown eyes and a lovely full figure. Within seconds we were kissing, our tongues exploring each other's mouths in mutual enjoyment. 

She never spoke; she gave me instructions by putting me where she wanted me. A push on the top of my head signalled her desire for me to suck her tits, beautiful soft tits with large rock hard button nipples, and gripping my wrist to force my hand between her opening legs told me she wanted me to play with her cunt. I found I was doing so willingly, rubbing her clit before sliding two fingers into her tunnel. 

Her nipples were bigger than mine, prominent half inch cylinders that seemed just made to fit my mouth, and I genuinely enjoyed sucking and licking them. Strangely, I also enjoyed the sensation of fingering another woman's cunt, the wetness, the warmth and the soft silkiness of her lining all feeling good to my exploring fingers. I pushed deep into her, as far as I could reach, keeping up a regular rhythm and taking heart from the low murmurs and gasps of pleasure that she was making, her hand resting on the back of my head to hold me in place.

But then, just as I was beginning to make headway and her breathing started to become heavier, making me think she was soon to climax, she gripped my hair and pulled my mouth from her breasts. It wasn't done viciously, just firmly, but I automatically reached back, taking my hand from her pussy to do so, and that allowed her to push against me, rolling me almost onto my back. I resisted for a moment, but she was too strong and our roles were quickly reversed, with her sucking on my nipple. I was scared of time running out, but her mouth on my breast was so nice I couldn't help just enjoying it, and when she slid her hand over the top of my pubes I opened my legs without a second thought, permitting her access to my own cunt, the fact that she was a woman becoming totally irrelevant.

My cunt was sopping wet, still running with spunk and still stretched open from the attentions of four very big cocks, and she had no problems in putting three fingers into me, wriggling them around and bringing me close to orgasm. But I was supposed to be making her cum and time was running low, so I after a while I forced myself to disregard the sensational feeling of her lips and fingers and pushed down the bed to dislodge them and allow me to concentrate on her cunt. But she wouldn't let me. She grabbed my tits and hauled on my nipples until I had to shuffle back into range. But at least I had managed to get into a position level with her, where I could play with her as she played with me. 

She couldn't kiss my breast from that position, so she fastened her mouth over mine again, her tongue threading its way between my lips. We lay together like that enjoying each others bodies, kissing and playing with each others cunts until I suddenly climaxed, pushing myself hard against her hand as her fingers explored inside me. I had not expected to cum, the climax hit me all of a sudden, but it was welcome. Now all I had to do was return the compliment.

That was not going to be as easy as it sounds. She was obviously experienced, because she then cupped her hand and reached deep into me, hooking her fingers and stroking my 'G' spot. The sensation was awesome and there was no way I wasn't going to let her do that, anal threat or no anal threat. My mouth now locked itself over her full soft lips as my tongue investigated her mouth, and I lay with my legs as wide as possible and my arms around her neck holding her tightly to me. She kissed me just as passionately as her fingers continued to work their magic and before long I was teetering on the edge of another huge orgasm, my hips already bouncing a little against her hand. Then she abruptly pulled her mouth from mine, bent her head a little and bit on my nipple, hard. That did it; I was the one crying out in joy instead of her as the sudden pain tipped me over the edge and surrendered to my climax. She continued to bite on my nipple and play inside my cunt until my orgasm passed, but then she took her hand away and smiled, and I got the distinct impression of 'mission accomplished'. 




Simon and Becky Ch. 04



From outside the door came the call 'twenty minutes gone' and I started seriously worrying that I would end up with the grandfather's senile old cock in my arse. After the comparative 'normality' of affectionate lesbian play, the idea of that was sickening, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and I slid down the bed. This time she didn't try to prevent me and I positioned myself between her legs, pushing them wide so that I could lick her cunt. 

As in all dreams, I seemed to know what to do already and my tongue flicked the end of her very swollen clitoris a couple of times before any other part of my mouth had touched her. Her response was a shudder and an appreciative 'yeesss', so I did it again, feeling a little more confident of my ability to bring her off within the time limit. Again she shook and moaned, so now a put my mouth fully over her pussy and began to tongue her clit in earnest, determined to give her the level of pleasure she had given me.

Licking and sucking her clit was nice for me as well as her, and part of me wanted it to continue, regardless of consequences, but I really didn't want to be arse fucked by a pensioner, so I tried my hardest to make her cum, flicking her button, licking it, and sucking at it, as well as nibbling and mouthing her labia. She reacted well, slowly gyrating her hips in obvious pleasure, but not quite getting to orgasm. My confidence began to evaporate."

I heard Simon groan and he abruptly stopped thrusting, remaining stock still with his cock buried to the hilt in my cunt. He was trying his hardest not to cum before the end of the dream.

"Don't stop, Simon, I'm getting close to cumming." I was too, but not as close as he was, and I knew it. Now I was being the bastard from below.

"Sshhhh! Just keep on with your dream, and then we can both cum."

"Ok, where was I, oh yes! I was trying hard to bring her off, but then came the call, 'five minutes to go' accompanied by an evil sort of laugh, and I redoubled my efforts. Now instead of just doing oral sex on her, I started to finger her as well, trying to imitate her two fingered massaging of my 'G' spot. But that was something I'd never been able to find on myself, so I suppose I had no chance of finding it on another woman, even in a dream, especially as this dream seemed determined to have me fail. Even so, it was very clear that she was enjoying what I was doing, but just not quite enjoying it enough.

Then I heard the words I was dreading. 'Times up, and here comes number one'. As soon as the call came my partner reached down to hook her hands under my armpits, grabbing hold of me and dragging me up her body until I was lying directly on top of her. Then she fixed her mouth over mine and kissed me deeply, as if to thank me and also to taste her own sweet juices. 

Meanwhile behind me the door opened and I heard more than one person enter the room, with one of them announcing 'Hi. I'm Alan and I'm gonna fuck your arse.' And then he laughed, as if his name was a great joke. It took me a moment or two to realise that Alan was alphabetically before Albert, but then a glance round confirmed that my invader was one of the two sons, and not the old man. With him were his brother and his father. I mentally heaved a sigh of relief, before remembering I was still going to be entered unnaturally, and the others were there to help as well as watch.

The two other men went one to each side of me and forcibly bent my legs and pushed them roughly under me so that I was forced to kneel with my bottom in the air. I tried to kneel upright, but my lesbian lover kept hold tight around my neck and fastened her mouth back on mine, holding me securely against her. I had no option but to remain on my knees and elbows, with my behind raised high in the air and very open to attack, the woman lying beneath me flat on the bed.

I don't remember anyone in my dream putting any lubrication on either my arse or his cock, but I suppose they must have done, because when he found my anus with the tip and pushed, his cock slid straight in, with no pain, no difficulty, and only a nice full feeling. But then, it was in a dream, and at the time my arse was genuinely virgin. 

Alan began thrusting in and out of me, picking up speed with each stroke, going deep into me each time so that I felt his body hitting against my buttocks and his balls slapping against my pussy as they swung at the end of each stroke. Before you say, I know it isn't exactly like that in real life, but I hadn't had it in real life when I dreamt it. 

All the time the woman lying under me was kissing me, tonguing my mouth and holding me tight in her arms. It was an effective way of keeping me in place, but it was also strangely reassuring, as if I had one person in the house who was on my side at least. 

I couldn't see what the other two men were doing, but I could hear them cheering Alan on, telling him to 'go for it' and to 'stick it to her'. 

He didn't need much encouragement, he was fucking my arse for all he was worth, and I could sense, just seconds before he shot up me, that he was going to cum buckets, and so he did. As soon as he had cum he pulled out and stood up, and I could immediately feel his spunk trickling out of my anus and down my thighs. It was an awful thing to happen to me, and I knew it would keep happening until I made their woman climax.

I heard the older man commenting about me having a runny arse and I heard the other two laugh before they all trooped from the room, reminding me as they went that I had another fifteen minutes.

As soon as the men had gone the woman released her grip on me and pushed on the top of my head, indicating that I should go down on her again. I shuffled down her body, kissing her breasts as I passed, then trailing my mouth over her skin until I reached her pussy. Then I began to lick and suck in earnest, pushing two fingers into her, and trying everything my limited knowledge could think of to make her cum. 

I sucked her clit right into my mouth, running my tongue around it. I moved my fingers about deep inside her cunt, inserting a third to make the feeling more intense. I took a finger from her pussy and wriggled it into her anus, sliding it in and out as I fingered her cunt. I did everything I could think of to make her cum. I really did not want Albert in my anus. She had, of course, cooled a little from the high that I had got her to before, but she was clearly horny and responded easily to my attentions, her breathing rapidly becoming heavier and more rapid.

Then I noticed a small but definite twitching from her hips, she was on her way to cumming. I carried on, I nibbled and licked her labia, I inserted my tongue into her cunt, licking at the walls of her passage as deep as I could reach. I slid further down and rimmed her, probing her anus with the tip of my tongue. All the time I worked on her I sensed time passing, but all the time I could feel her getting nearer and nearer to cumming.

Then it happened, she began to writhe under me, pushing herself back at me, her hips bucking and twisting as her orgasm finally arrived. You can have no idea how good it felt to make her finally cum, not only because it saved my ass, in the literal sense, but because it gave me pleasure to give her pleasure. I felt elated to have actually made a girl climax.

She was very vocal when she came, grunting, groaning and yelling as pleasure passed through her, gripping onto my hair and pressing my face against her cunt until the waves passed. This was what her family had been waiting for, because from next door I heard the all cheering and shouting, and I knew I had succeeded.

When she had eventually regained control she released my head, pulled me up the bed with dream-world strength, and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Then, to my intense surprise, she spoke for the first time. 'Thank you, that is the first time I've ever cum in this house,' she said.

I looked at her in amazement, but before I had time to ask her why, or even to speak at al, the door burst open and in came the rest of the family. She got up from the bed and went out of the room, ignoring all of them.

The father looked at me, passed over my clothing, all amazingly intact again, and told me that I could get dressed and go. And then my dream faded."

Simon had long ago restarted fucking me, but throughout my recounting of the last part of my dream he had continually had to stop, just to prevent himself from cumming before I had finished. I had the impression that he had it in his head to shoot into me at the same time as I was describing a member of my dream family shooting into me, but the dream didn't go as he expected, and he seemed now to be a little pissed off.

"That's it? It ended just like that? You didn't get Granddad fucking your arse?"

"No Simon, that's how it ended, honestly."

"Wouldn't you have liked him to?"

I tried to answer that question seriously, even though I was feeling as randy as fuck and right then would have welcomed anything pushed anywhere, even though I had Simon's eight inches plus thrusting in and out of my cunt.

"Yes, I think I would. It would have excited me to have a decrepit old man doing that forbidden act with me, with a beautiful woman and a loathsome family all getting an eyeful. It would have been so fabulously degrading it would probably have made me cum."

I was breathing heavily as I related this fact, a piece of information that I had only just properly realised for myself. I liked the idea of being degraded and humiliated before witnesses; it aroused me greatly, though I didn't know why.

Simon began thrusting hard into me, and I automatically tried to draw my legs back to accommodate him deeper, but I was thwarted by my forgotten bonds, and my captivity was what finally did it. I came. I felt a volcano erupt inside me, an explosive eruption that sent fiery streams of lava rushing through my entire body, making my toes curl, my fists clench and my head roll back until it had passed. It was a comparatively short orgasm, but the intensity was fantastic, I can never remember sensations as fierce as those. I came so hard and so strongly that for only the second time ever, I ejaculated, squirting my juices all over Simon's pubes and cock. That in turn triggered his climax and he roared in my ear as he emptied his sac into my cunt, thrusting harder and harder into me until he was completely spent. 

Simon lay limp and exhausted on top of me for several minutes, unable to even move his weight from me, so I guessed that his climax had been just as good as mine. Even when he did move he dragged himself off without speaking and silently untied my bonds to free me at last. But he hardly need have bothered, I was so spent that I just lay there in the same position, spread-eagled, panting, and covered in sweat.



Simon and Becky Ch. 05



Becky and I were sitting drinking a quiet coffee after breakfast, and feeling just a little awkward after the night before. Our relationship was not that old and we had taken things a little further than we had expected, - in the verbal sense, that is. We have been telling each other of our secret longings, and last night we had agreed that we should try and make them happen. But now, of course, we were both wondering if the other had meant what they had said, or if there were now to be regrets and recriminations. So far we had both deliberately avoided mentioning the previous night. I decided it was time to take the bull by the horns.

"Becky?" Her head swung around. "Was there anything said last night that worried you?"

"Yes." Tears sprang into her eyes, and my heart sank.

"What?" I had to ask, but I dreaded the wrong answer.

"I think I admitted to too much and I'm scared of losing you!"

A tear spilled down her face, but for a minute I didn't realise what she had said. Then the penny dropped and I felt the most overwhelming relief.

"Thank God for that!" She looked at me in complete astonishment. "I feel exactly the same. I thought you'd think me a complete jerk for saying that I'd like to watch you fuck someone else."

She had just the beginnings of relief on her face too, behind the tears. "And I thought you'd hate me for saying I'd like to! I thought you'd get jealous and end it."

"And I was worried that you might. But we're not thinking of having affairs, are we? We're only looking to act out our fantasies, and if it's done by mutual consent there shouldn't be a problem, should there?

"Oh, Simon. I do so want for us to enjoy being together. I do want us to do the things we want to try, and I won't be jealous, ever."

"If ever we find that things are getting too heavy, can we make a pact that we can tell each other that, and we'll stop?"

Becky smiled with relief as she dabbed the remaining tears from her cheeks. "Yes, that's a good idea. I somehow don't think that will happen, but it's good to have a sort of 'get out clause', isn't it?"

"It sure is, and that reminds me, you haven't said, but did you like being tied to the bed last night?"

"Ooooh!" She groaned with pleasure as the memory was brought back to her. "Oohh yes, very much, you can do that again whenever you want."

"Good, and believe me, I will. We got a bit sidetracked into your dream last night, so you didn't get half the abuse I intended, but don't worry, you will next time."

"Oohh! I like the word 'abuse', I can't wait." She was beaming now, her misgivings behind her.

"Right, so that's us sorted." Now I wanted to lighten the mood. "What would you like to do today? Shall we take the day off work and go out for a drive? I'll ring in sick for you if you'll ring in for me."

"Now that sounds a brilliant idea. I know, let's have a picnic where we stopped that first night on the way home."

"You mean where you first seduced me?" She had the good grace to smile at that remark.

"Yes, if we can find it again."

"Oh, I can find it, all right. I think about it every time I drive past."

Becky jumped from her chair and headed for the larder. "What shall we take to eat?" She asked over her shoulder. With the weight of last night lifted from her she was all enthusiasm for the new day. Emotionally volatile would be a good description of Becky at times.

"Whatever you like. But don't forget, if we run out of food we can always eat each other."

Her tinkling laugh came back to me. "We'll probably do that anyway, won't we?

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By early afternoon we were sprawled side by side in place near to where we had been on that first night. We had wanted, for sentimental reasons I suppose, to plonk ourselves down in exactly the same spot, but the farmer was busy mending a broken fence close by there, so we moved about half a mile further on. This place was a clearing in open woodland rather then tree dotted pasture, and all the more romantic for that. It was a lovely warm afternoon and the sunshine came through the trees, dappling the ground and dancing in the very slight breeze. 

Our picnic was eaten, our wine was nearly drunk and we were propped like bookends on one elbow facing each other and indulging in the sort of silly inconsequential conversations that lovers do. And as we lay there I became conscious of a bird singing its heart out in the branches somewhere above us, a beautiful liquid song that penetrated through the summer woodland as if he were celebrating the sunshine. Now I'm a city boy really, and I only know sparrows and pigeons by name, but Becky is good with bird identification and I asked her just what bird it was. 

She stopped and listened intently for a few moments then stated that it was a robin, the little red breasted bird with the big voice. I can't remember hearing anything so melodic for a long time and we became silent for a while just listening to its song. Neither of us knew where it was, but the sound seemed to be coming from somewhere behind Becky and she rolled onto her back in an attempt to trace it. She lay with one of her knees raised, one arm beside her and the other thrown across her face to shield her eyes from the sunshine. Now I had something beautiful to listen to, and something beautiful to look at, for her nipples stood prominent and proud against her thin cotton top.

Eventually the little bird fell silent, but we were so relaxed in the warmth and solitude of the wood that neither of us spoke and neither of us moved, we just quietly enjoyed each others company and absorbed our surroundings. After a while Becky looked across at me and reached for my hand, an affectionate smile on her lips. I smiled back as she gripped my fingers with hers as a child would do, love passing silently between us.

But she was no child and the temptation to kiss her became too much in the end and I slowly shuffled across the gap between us, leaning over her to lower my face to hers. Her arms softly circled my back and she pulled me to her, her lips parting with a sigh to admit my tongue in a gentle display of affection. We kiss a lot, Becky and I, and sometimes it leads to other things, and sometimes it doesn't. This, I was sure, was one time when kissing would be enough.

There is though, the saying about 'you never can tell', and after a while this proved to be one of the other times instead. That was because it was so warm we were both wearing very light clothing, and I could feel Becky's nipples hardening against my chest, drawing my attention back to the pure sexiness of her figure. Then it wasn't long before my hand was burrowing under her top in search of those hard little nipples. Even so, we were both in a loving rather than horny mood, so I didn't expect more than a little 'touchy feely' to happen. And for a while nothing did, I rested my hand on her breast, gently moulding the soft flesh and rolling the nipple between my fingers as we continued to kiss and cuddle. But then she moved sideways a little to get more comfortable and I removed my hand to let her settle, but her top had dropped back into place and denied me an easy return.

Instead of bothering to find my way back under her clothes I began running my hand up and down the outside of her body instead, initially from shoulder to hip, but then, because her knees were raised and within fairly easy reach, from shoulder to knee. Then I suppose it was inevitable that my caresses would cause her skirt to slip, exposing her lovely strong thighs to my touch. I couldn't resist, and to be honest I didn't really try, I began running my hand gently down her thigh from her knee to the outside edge of her panties, not touching her anywhere intimate, but just enjoying the soft smooth feel of the skin on her legs.

Of course, it didn't stay that way for long. Becky sighed with lazy pleasure and let her legs drift slightly apart, giving me brief sight of pale lemon underwear before she pulled me back down to her and proceeded to kiss me with definite intent. Now, obviously, reaching the far side of her leg was much more difficult while held so close, and so I transferred my attentions to the inside of her nearer leg, reaching back to run my hand along the creamy softness of her inner thigh. Becky responded with a little 'mmm' each time my hand reached the top (or is that the bottom?) of her leg, especially if the side of my hand made a slight contact with the crotch of her briefs. Her legs were slowly coming further apart with each approach of my hand. She was beginning to want more than just a cuddle, and so was I.

The next step was for me to stop stroking her leg and just concentrate on the bit covered by her briefs, and as soon as I did that her legs came wide apart, her breath hissed in my ear and her arms held me even tighter. It was nice though, even through her panties I could feel the puffiness of her labia that gave her pussy that beautiful 'squidgy' feel of arousal, and within only a very few minutes her juices had dampened her crotch and she started moaning softly as I played with her through the thin layer of material. Finding the damp spot I pressed my finger against it, as if trying to penetrate her through her underwear and she moaned again, then I dragged my fingernail along her panty covered slit, and the moaning increased. Becky was becoming fully aroused and ready to fuck, and I was getting to be more than willing.

"Let go a minute, sweetheart." 

Until I spoke softly into her ear she was holding me tight and close, and reluctant to leave go of me, even though I was pulling gently against her. But as soon as I asked she released me, sitting up slightly and with a questioning look on her face.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." 

Crouching down, I moved awkwardly round to kneel between her legs, where I stopped for a moment, fascinated by the dark stain of her juices on the crotch of her flimsy lemon briefs. Then I reached under her skirt for the waistband and Becky, seeing what I intended, raised herself slightly onto feet and elbows to allow me to remove them. I tugged gently on the soft material, trying to ease them over the full globes of her bottom, gradually working them down until I could slide them along her legs and, as I moved back out of the way, unhook them from her feet and drop them onto the grass beside us.

Becky needed no bidding for her next action, without speaking or asking, she silently reopened her legs, giving me a gloriously perfect view of her pussy. This was the view I first had when we got together after our fateful drive home, and it's a picture that has stayed with me since. God, she is beautiful. 

It was extremely arousing to gaze unhindered at her most intimate place, to notice the shiny slickness of her hole, the puffiness of her labia and the rigid little soldier of her clitoris standing to attention between them. I could see that Becky was very turned on and just waited to be fucked, and she did look so inviting. 

I knelt before her, undoing my trousers in order to push them down, along with my shorts. Becky watched intently, her eyes hungry as they fixed themselves on my cock. Then I leaned forward, lowered myself carefully on top of her and let my tip slide gently between her slippery pussy lips. As always, she felt fantastic, the soft wet warmth opening to admit me, yet still remaining tight enough for me to feel her muscles gripping my shaft. I remained still, just absorbing the feeling, allowing it to turn me on even more, before I started gently and slowly thrusting into her.

I love to start slowly and gradually build up speed. It allows me to enjoy the full sensations of fucking this beautiful woman, and it gives Becky the chance to pull me close and explore my mouth with her tongue, just as she did this time. Her arms had locked around my neck once more and her lips were clamped over mine so that the little grunting noises she was making vibrated through my mouth.

Little by little I picked up speed, thrusting harder and harder, fucking her faster and faster, until soon I was ramming into her as hard as I could and her little noises had given way to vocal gasps and cries, still uttered straight into my open mouth. By now she was hanging on to my neck like grim death, trying not to let go as I fucked her, each plunge into her sending shocks through her body and threatening to break her grip. We didn't last long this time, passion and lust had kicked in and we came like express trains, breaking our kiss at last and shouting our happiness into each others ears. So much for the gentle, loving sex that I had intended when I went to lie on top of her.

After it was over we lay looking at each other, silent except for gasping breaths, Becky using my shadow to shield her eyes from the sunlight. I don't think either of us wanted to move, to be the one to break the contact, but my cock was subsiding, and threatening to slip from her pussy, and I guessed that her legs were becoming stiff from their wide open position, so I made the break, easing myself from her body and rolling over to lie winded beside her.

Now we both lay on our backs, using one hand to shield our eyes, and both too spent to worry about covering ourselves up for the moment. Becky lay, knickerless, with her skirt around her waist and her legs a little way apart, and I still had my trousers around my knees, my poor worn out cock resting softly on my stomach. The only movement we made was when Becky reached across and took my hand in hers once more.

"Can we do that again?" She asked.

"If you mean today, you're going to have to wait a while, I'm knackered."

"I don't mind waiting, that was lovely. I'll leave my knickers off, and then you can just start when you're ready."

What an invitation. "Mmmmm. That sounds good to me, but let me get my breath back first."

She smiled at me, squeezed my hand and laid back to rest beside me.

Within minutes the heat of the sun, the soft rustle of the trees, and the post coital lethargy we both felt, began to make our eyelids droop and we were in danger of falling asleep in our somewhat embarrassing state of dress. I made to pull my hand from Becky's in order to pull my trousers up, but she held on to it, trying to prevent me from moving.

"I've got to move, darling, or I'll fall asleep with my trousers down and someone might come along."

"I don't care. Let them see, they'll only be jealous." She said, but she let go of my hand anyway.

I sorted my trousers out and made myself decent, but all Becky did was to sort of flick her skirt over herself without really making sure her pussy was covered. As it happens, it was, but there was a good bit of thigh on show and a bit of breeze would reveal all. I'm sure she realised that, and wanted to take the tiny risk it involved. As for me? Well, I felt a tired little stirring in my pants at the thought of some lucky sod getting an eyeful.

I lay back down and our hands found each other again, and within minutes the sun had worked its magic and we were both asleep.

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Wakefulness came with the sound of voices. It took me a moment to register where I was, and as soon as I did I cast about, wildly looking for the source of the noise and at the same time checking that Becky was respectable. She was, and she was still sleeping, but from somewhere other people were coming closer, and I didn't know where. Although the woodland was broken up by open spaces, it was till thick enough to hide what sounded like another couple. 

Then I saw them, a quick movement caught my eye some fifty yards or so away through the trees and as I swivelled my head I spotted the billow of a blanket being shaken out to lay on the ground in a nearby clearing. They were pretty much hidden by foliage, but I could distinguish a blonde woman and a dark haired man, both apparently in business suits. It was impossible to make out ages, but their actions suggested a couple escaped from the office for an afternoon's dalliance and that she was probably younger than him. Then, even as I watched she sank to her knees on the blanket and began to unbutton his fly.

It didn't seem fair for Becky to miss out on the entertainment, so I gently shook her shoulder, putting my finger to my lips as her eyes popped open.

"What is it?" She asked quietly as she became alert. I pointed silently in the direction of our neighbours and she propped herself onto her elbows to look.

"Oohh!" She said as she spotted them, raising herself higher and craning her neck for a better look. "How long have they been there?"

"Just arrived I think, they woke me up," 

"Do they know we're here?"

"No, I don't think so by the look of things, do you?" By now the blonde was sucking hard on the mans cock as it protruded from his flies.

"Do you think they'd let us watch?" Her voice came in an excited whisper.

"I doubt it, Becky, and anyway, we are watching."

"Yes, but we can't see much from here." She stopped and looked about her. "Can we get closer?"

I'd already been wondering the same thing and I'd spotted a fallen tree only eight or ten yards from the couple, with a fringe of new little branches springing up along its length.

"Do you reckon we can get behind that log?" I asked her, pointing to the tree in question.

Her answer was a quick determined crawl from our present hiding place towards what was to be our new one, moving from cover to cover as she went. Amazed by her sudden decisiveness I took the only option left to me, and followed on hands and knees. We had little likelihood of being seen, they were far to engrossed in what they were doing, but it was a nerve racking half a minute before we were safely behind the tree trunk, both kneeling and peering through the new growth at the man and woman in clear sight only a few yards in front of us.

Becky looked across at me and smiled excitedly. "This is better."

"Have you had army training?" I asked half seriously, thinking of the confident way she had moved up on her quarry. Her only reply was a quick smile. 

We could now see them both very clearly now. She was a blonde woman of around thirty, full figured and maybe running a little to fat, with highlighted long blonde hair in a complicated style and wearing heavy make up. Her mouth was fastened tightly around her partners cock and she was sucking hard enough for her cheeks to be drawn in.

He was not as much older as I had thought, probably mid thirties, tall, slim, and well proportioned, with a thick mane of jet black hair and a droopy Mexican style moustache. His mouth was open and his eyes closed as he enjoyed the blonde's mouth working on his cock.

They were both dressed for the office, he in a dark grey suit and white shirt, with a tie hanging unfastened around an open collar, revealing a tuft of thick black chest hair. She wore a dark blue two piece over a pale blue blouse, the blouse trimmed, if that's the word, with a cloud of frilly lacework. The whole effect was to look a little overdone for both of them, and very incongruous in the circumstances.

Becky settled herself kneeling on her haunches, folding her arms over the fallen trunk and resting her chin on the backs of her hands, watching the pair before her with rapt attention. I knelt next to her; very glad of the twigs that hid us and unsure if I should watch Becky's wide eyed face or the couple that held her attention. In the end I did a bit of both.

After a minute or two she leaned towards me and whispered. "Do you think they'd mind if they knew we were watching?"

"I rather think they would, they don't look the type to me. Is it turning you on watching them?"

"Just a little bit." She answered, meaning 'rather a lot, actually.' I could tell by her rapid breathing that the sight was getting to her. "I'd love it if they knew."




Simon and Becky Ch. 05



The blonde woman's head was now bobbing up and down her partner's shaft at a good steady rate, and I began to think that he must be ready to cum soon. Then, just as I began to think he couldn't possibly last much longer we heard him gasp for her to stop. But instead of stopping she redoubled her efforts, lengthening and speeding up her stroke.

"No!" His sharp command came clearly to us, and Becky and I both looked at each other and smiled. As we looked back we were just in time to see him push firmly her away by the shoulders, pushing hard enough for her to sit back heavily on the grass.

"Let me suck you off, please." Her plea came equally plainly.

"No, let's shag first. Its ages since we shagged." 

He seemed to regret his irritation and put out a hand to help her up, and then when she was on her feet, he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply on the lips.

"I've missed you." He said, leaving us to wonder what had kept them apart.

The blonde pulled herself away and began to undress, almost tearing her clothes off in her haste. He watched for a moment or two, and then began to remove his own clothes, laying them in a neat pile as he did so.

He took a lot longer than she did, and before he was even down to his underwear she was standing completely naked, waiting for him. She was indeed a rather chubby woman, with large pendulous breasts and heavy thighs. Not quite in the bbw class, but well on her way. She was not a genuine blonde either.

"Come on, darling, I want you." She was in more of a hurry than he was.

"Ok, babe, hang on minute."

Beside me Becky's breathing was getting noticeable as she watched the man take off his underwear and allow a very erect cock to spring free. 

"Oh Simon, are they really going to fuck?" 

I think the question was rhetorical and intended to convey her excitement, but I answered it anyway as the blonde lay on the blanket and opened her legs. "I hope so, because I've never seen it in real life."

"Nor me, but I think we will in a minute." Becky was trembling with excitement and arousal, and I put my hand on her back, stroking her in a gentle calming motion.

The woman had lain down with her feet almost facing us, so that when she opened her legs we both had a perfect view of her pussy. She was very obviously aroused, we could see her slit shining with juices even from where we were, and she was moving her hips just a little in her impatience. 

Her lover meanwhile had finished undressing and he now came across to her, looking down at her naked form. There was no foreplay, no preamble, he simply lay on top of her and reached down to guide his cock into her pussy. As soon as the tip of his cock touched her pussy she hooked her hands behind her knees and pulled her legs as far back as she possibly could, giving him full access to her body. He drove himself deep into her in one thrust and immediately began fucking her with hard rapid strokes. 

"Jesus Christ, they must need that!" My exclamation was involuntary. I just couldn't believe how hard they were going at it. Becky giggled, covering her mouth to stifle the noise, not that they would have heard, for the blonde was now moaning loudly with each stroke of his cock. 

Our vantage point gave us a perfect view of the action. We could easily see her pussy lips being pushed in and out with his cock, and her ample bottom rippling on the blanket with the shock of each thrust. The power of his fucking seemed to having the right effect, for she was clinging to him tightly and wrapping her legs around his back to keep him in her, his shaft and her pussy glistening with her juices. She was already producing enough fluid for it to be trickling down her crack, coating her little brown arsehole before staining the blanket. 

"This is making me feel really horny," Becky whispered to me. "I wish we could join them and do the same."

"Sshhhh! Just watch, they'll be cumming soon." 

Becky wasn't the only one getting hot, and I let the hand on her back begin to slip lower until I was softly caressing her bottom. Without taking her eyes from the couple fucking frenziedly only yards away, she lifted herself a little to allow me to slide my hand under her and pull her skirt up from under her thighs. Then as soon as her skirt was free she raised herself onto her hands and knees and reaching back without looking, she pulled it loose and flipped it over her back, baring her beautiful naked bottom in a clear signal to me to play with her. It was an invitation I couldn't refuse and I caressed her naked bum cheeks, feeling the smooth softness of her skin under my hand. My cock, already hard, twitched within my trousers. I leaned forward and spoke softly into Becky's ear as my hand circled her very tempting buttocks.

"If it wasn't that they would hear you, I'd spank you right now."

"Oohh Simon, please." I couldn't see her expression so wasn't quite sure if she meant it or not.

"Later darling, later." I tried to make my reply cover either possibility.

Meanwhile the blonde woman was on her back, bent double with her legs beside her ears while her man slammed himself into her as hard as he possibly could. They were both getting very close to cumming, and her cries had got louder and more insistent while his strokes were getting shorter, more rapid and far less controlled. Becky and I watched in fascination as they got nearer and nearer to their climaxes. 

My hand was still stroking Becky's bottom, but I was now running my fingertips down her crack, over her anus and just reaching her pussy. Becky was trying to tempt my fingers further with little movements of her bottom and little noises in her throat as I neared her slit. I knew what I wanted to do, and I wasn't going to be tempted away from it.

I was about to get my chance too. The blonde was already in the throes of her climax, crying out and scrabbling at his back as it tore through her, and he was only seconds behind her. I reached further to let my fingertips roam just around the entrance to Becky's pussy, watching as the man drew back for his 'vinegar stroke', then, when he pushed forward to drive his cock right into his partners pussy as it spewed his cum, so I plunged two fingers right into Becky.

Becky let out a strangled mewl of surprise and pleasure at my invasion. Then her noises became more intense and urgent as I wriggled my fingers and pushed as if trying to get my whole hand inside her, until they culminated in a heartfelt 'yeesss' as she also went over the edge into orgasm, the word escaping through tightly compressed lips.

Becky bucked and pushed back at me as her climax ran its course, her juices literally running down my arm and my hand making little squelching noises in her passage. She was trying her hardest to keep quiet, even to the point of pressing her own hand hard over her mouth, but little squeaks and groans still came from deep in her throat and I half expected us to be heard by the couple on the grass as their orgasms began to abate.

But they were well into their own scenario and would probably not have noticed if Becky hadn't attempted to keep quiet at all. They obviously had a certain way of lovemaking that turned them both on, because as soon as their climaxes were over he rolled sideways and onto his back, while she scrambled hurriedly on top of him, mounting him as if to have 'girl on top' sex, but settling astride him higher up his body so that her hole was roughly vertically above his diaphragm. All this was done without any prompting from either, as if well rehearsed from previous encounters. She then stayed kneeling with one leg either side of him and with her pussy just a few inches above him while both of them looked down expectantly at her pussy. 

I looked at Becky while she, still panting from just having cum and with my fingers still inside her, looked back at me. We both had questioning looks on our face, but we didn't have long to wait for an explanation. 

Their change of position had put the couple into a position roughly sideways to us, which meant we could now see their faces, but couldn't so easily see her pussy or his cock. Even so, it quickly became obvious that they were looking for her pussy to begin to drip with the mixture of his cum and her juices, for we soon saw a thin trickle of liquid running from her to pool on his chest and upper abdomen, shining and glistening in the sunlight. As soon as the first drops landed on his skin the man let out a sigh of satisfaction and smiled at his partner. Becky and I watched in astonishment.

The blonde woman's next move was even more unexpected. As soon as her pussy stopped dripping she lowered herself onto him and began to slide backwards and forwards, rubbing her pussy over the cum-matted hair that covered his torso. This clearly had an effect on her, because almost immediately she began to moan and cry out once more, rubbing herself even harder against him.

"Look at that!" Breathed Becky. "Her pussy must get sore doing that."

"Perhaps he's going to kiss it better afterwards."

Becky groaned quietly at that thought, wriggling slightly on my fingers. "I hope he does, but just as long as we can watch." 

"Let's wait and see." As I spoke I began pushing my fingers in and out of Becky's pussy once more, answering the need that was growing inside her.

The blonde erupted into orgasm, crying out loudly as she came and rubbing herself wildly on her partner, and by doing so taking our attention back to them. Rubbing their mixed juices into his chest had had much the same effect on him as on her, for now we could see his cock was hard and ready once again. 

"Hey, now that's not bad," Becky giggled slightly as she spoke. "He's nearly as quick as you for getting hard again. But he's not as big." She added quickly.

We sort of expected that he would start fucking her again, and I had the idea of fingering Becky in time to him shafting his woman, but that wasn't to be. Instead, she did a quick spin round and settled on him in the classic sixty-nine position, grabbing his cock and guiding it into her mouth.

"Is he doing the same to her?" Becky asked, not able to see for sure.

"I expect so, why?"

"Well, her cunt must be a bit soggy, 'cos she's just rubbed herself off in a puddle of his cum, and that's after he's cum inside her. Would you want to taste cum when you went down on me?"

I was a bit surprised at her use of the word 'cunt' and even more so at the question. "No, Becky, it would spoil the taste of you, wouldn't it?" 

Smooth answer don't you think? But it was true enough, I loved her taste and I couldn't see me wanting to taste myself, or anyone else for that matter, on her. Even so, somehow the idea of her pussy getting covered in mixed juices was quite appealing and I felt my cock twitching as I thought about it. Perhaps that could be something to add to my mental list of potential activities?

In front of me were a couple very obviously enjoying what they were doing, and Becky's little wriggles and movements accompanied by the occasional groan told me that she was equally happy, while I was getting nothing but sore knees. I decided it was time to change that.

Moving softly I took up position behind Becky and quietly lowered my trousers, letting my now extremely hard cock spring free so that it accidentally slapped against Becky's bottom. She gave a little groan of excitement, mainly, I think, because she suddenly realised she was about to be fucked within yards of another couple, even though they wouldn't know it. My cock settled for resting just on the beginning Becky's crack and she waited tensely for me to push it inside her. Looking down I couldn't resist a little tease. I put one hand on each of her cheeks and pulled Becky's bottom open, exposing her anus and her pussy equally.

"Which one?" I asked her quietly.

I heard Becky's breath hiss over her teeth in excited surprise at the choice.

"I don't mind, whichever you want." Then she thought about it. "My arse, fuck my arse, Simon. I'd like it in my arse please."

"That's a shame." I told her. "Because I fancy your cunt."

As I whispered my reply I was finding her vagina with the tip of my cock, introducing it slowly and purposefully into her warm wet tunnel. I wanted her to know that today it was being done my way. Whichever she had chosen, I would have used the other. Becky shivered in expectancy at my use of the word 'cunt'.

I found her entrance easily, she was very turned on and very wet, and I slid my cock just an inch or so inside, then I stopped. For just about a minute I remained still, just lodged inside her, and then I gripped her hips and thrust myself all the way into her with one forceful push of my hips.

Becky couldn't help herself, this time she let out an unstifled gasp of pleasure as my cock sank into her. The blonde's head came up and she looked quickly about her, obviously having heard Becky, but not sure just what she'd heard or where it was from. Becky and I held our breath and stayed stock still until, apparently satisfied, the woman returned her attention to the cock she took back in her mouth.

As soon as her head began to move up and down his shaft once more I began to move in and out of Becky at exactly the same rate, matching the blonde stroke for stroke. I suppose I thought, in a strange sort of way, that by doing that I was making it easier for either of us to imagine we were they and it was us being watched. Becky seemed to appreciate that, for she, by accident or design, groaned softly in time to the blonde we were watching. It was becoming quite an erotic experience. 

Of course, all this time the man had been working away on his lover's pussy, lapping at her continuously, and this was eventually having its effect. Soon she began to show a clear signal that cumming was imminent, groaning and sighing loudly as she sucked at his cock, and wriggling her hips as if trying to push her pussy hard onto his face. 

Then she did cum, hard and noisily, yelling and gasping as she rubbed herself hard against his face. His cock, ejected from her gaping mouth, bounced around in front of us as he was jerked back and forth by the force of her movements.

I watched this display with pure lust, wanting now to fill Becky with my spunk and pumping away at her as hard as I could. Becky meanwhile was gripping onto the tree trunk to steady herself and trying hard not to call out, her teeth gritted to prevent her unavoidable sex noises from becoming too loud. Her head was tilted back and her back arched to allow me greater penetration, and she too was obviously finding the whole episode extremely arousing. 

As the blondes orgasm passed she dropped, breathing heavily, onto her hands and knees over her partner, and her head lowered and her huge breasts hanging below her swinging gently as she gasped for breath. Her partner, who must have been close to cumming himself, gave her a minute or two before reacting, but then he scrambled from under her and got to his feet.

"Roll over, babe." This was the first thing we had heard either of them say anything since they began, but she obeyed without hesitation, lying on her back before him, her legs once more opened wide. He then knelt over her as she had done over him, and began to wank, stroking his cock with long determined strokes of his right hand.

I was still thrusting hard into Becky, but I heard her exclaim under her breath...

"Jesus, he's going to cum all over her. He's going to cum in her face!"

The woman lay with her eyes closed and her mouth open, ready to receive his load, and he was rubbing at his cock faster and harder, while we knelt behind our screen of twigs and fucked, my cock pistoning in and out of Becky's pussy. The man was getting close to cumming and had begun making involuntary little thrusts with his pelvis, all the time wanking himself over his partner's face.

Becky was fascinated, it was almost as if she had forgotten my cock inside her as she watched, waiting for him to cum. And then he did. With a long groan he pushed forward, fucking the air, as long ropes of spunk were flung out and downwards, covering his partners face with his cum. I felt Becky shudder as if it was she on the receiving end and her breathing became more ragged and shallow. 

"I wonder how she feels?" Becky asked breathlessly, her eyes still fixed on the decreasing spurts of cum landing on the woman's face and breasts. "I bet that feels fabulous."

The woman was massaging his load into her body, sensuously sliding her hands over the dollops of cum that covered her. Soon her entire face and chest were shining with his semen and still she ran her hands over herself, as if massaging body lotion into her skin.

"Isn't that sexy?" Asked Becky, her eyes shining and wide. 

Observing her face as she watched led me to the obvious conclusion, she found it an immense turn on and was longing for the same treatment. Who was I to refuse? I pulled out and moved back a little.

"Roll over, babe." I said, in imitation of the other man.

Becky realised immediately what I intended and gave me the biggest smile of horny gratitude I've ever seen, and then quickly arranged herself on her back looking up eagerly at me. As I got into position above her she suddenly whipped off her cotton top, baring her breasts to me, then reached under me to pull up her skirt and begin to play.

"Take it off." She looked at me confused, then raised her bottom and hooked her skirt off to lie naked below me.

Before I started to wank I took a quick look over at the other couple to see her licking her own ample breasts and sucking at her cum stained nipples. It was a very sexy sight and for a moment I regretted that Becky's breasts were too firm for that to be possible - but only for a moment. 

It seemed very strange to be kneeling over a naked Becky stroking my cock, I'd not done much wanking since meeting her, and even stranger to see her arm moving and knowing that she was doing the same. But, with two other people only yards away and blithely unaware of our presence, it was also extremely stimulating. Becky was looking up at me with an almost mystical smile on her face and an anticipatory look in her eyes.

"Talk to me Simon; tell me what you're doing, and what they're doing." She meant the other couple, of course, but they weren't doing much apart from get the breath back and begin cleaning themselves up.

"You know what I'm doing, I'm wanking." I whispered, looking down at her beautiful hard nipples waiting for my cum. 

"I'm wanking over my slut. Very soon she is going to feel my cum raining down on her, proving just what a tart she is. And while I'm doing that she's going to lie completely naked so that anyone might see her with her legs spread and her fingers rubbing her clit" 

Becky groaned at my words and her wrist began to speed up. "What about the others, can they see me?"

"No Becky, they're just getting dressed. So they might walk past us soon, and if they do they might see you masturbating with your face covered in my cum, would you like that?"

"Oh God, yes!"

The whispered exchange was getting to both of us, while it wasn't likely, it was possible that the pair might decide to walk past us, and I wanted them to see Becky as much as she wanted to be seen. I could feel my balls begin to tighten and I could see that Becky wasn't so far away either. 

"Slow down, slut! I don't want you to cum yet. I don't want you to cum before I do. I want you to cum when you have my spunk all over you."

Becky's hand obediently slowed right down so that she was barely touching herself, while I was now wanking as fast and as hard as I could, wanting, really wanting, to see my cum landing on Becky's face. I glanced across to where the others were still trying to remove the traces of their adventure. They were completely engrossed in looking presentable and oblivious to us.




Simon and Becky Ch. 05



"I'm going to cum now, Becky, open your mouth," 

My warning came only seconds before I did. Just long enough for Becky to open her mouth wide and put her tongue out to catch as much of my cum as she could. Then, with a stifled groan, I climaxed, sending gouts of cum spraying across Becky, who was now frigging frantically. 

My first ribbon of cum landed across Becky's nose and forehead, sticking to her hair and running down across her eyelids, and then the second hit her cheek and mouth, covering her teeth and tongue with my cream. I deliberately changed my aim after that, bending slightly forward to aim my cock lower and send spurts across her breasts, coating each nipple in turn. Then, as my balls began to run dry I let the remaining drops dribble across her stomach so that I had covered as much of her body as I could.

Seeing me climax and feeling my spunk spattering down on her triggered Becky's own climax. This time there was no stopping her. She rammed two fingers up hard inside herself as her pelvis jerked and shuddered. Her head thrashed from side to side and she let out a long series of groans that she made no effort to muffle.

By now I was beginning to come down from my climax and I instinctively looked across to see if we had been heard, though I was in little doubt that with Becky's cries still echoing through the wood, our presence must have been betrayed. Sure enough, both of the other couple stopped what they were doing and went rigid, looking nervously around for the source of the noise.

"Come on, Andy. I think someone's been watching us. I thought I heard something once before, but I couldn't be sure. Let's get out of here before the dirty bleeders see anything else." With that the blonde picked up her bag and began to walk hurriedly away, leaving Andy to collect the blanket before looking about him and scurrying after her.

I looked back down at Becky, who had her eyes closed in rapture and was still panting and moaning as her orgasm slowly waned. As she regained control she scooped a blob of cum from above her eye, looked at it for a moment then sexily licked it from her fingers, an almost mystical look on her face.

"Oh, Simon, thank you. That was out of this world. Did I squirt?" 

She felt down between her legs and looked rather disappointed to find out that she hadn't. 

"Never mind, perhaps next time. Oh God, I love being your cum collector, wank over me again please." She suddenly realised she was speaking in a normal voice and dropped her tone to a whisper, peering in the direction of the opening. "Did they hear us?"

"'Fraid so, I guess we frightened them away. I suppose they didn't want to share."

"Never mind that too. It was worth it just to feel you cum on me." By now Becky was massaging my cum into slickly shining breasts.

"Do you have any tissues?" She looked at me through one eye, as a little blob of cum was trickling over her eyelid, giving her a silly piratical look. 

I didn't have any tissues, but I did have an idea. "Wait there I'll get you something."

I ran back to where we had fucked earlier and picked up the little lemon briefs that Becky had left there. Bringing them back with me I passed them to Becky.

"Here, use these; you're not going to wear them again today anyway."

Becky looked at me questioningly. "Why aren't I?"

"Because I don't want you to." She looked both surprised and pleased by that remark and took the briefs to wipe away the cum from her face.

"It's the first time I've used knickers as a face cloth." She commented, able once more to open both eyes. "I'll have to carry a spare pair for next time."

"No need." I said.

"Why not, aren't we going to do it again?" Alarm raced across her face.

"Oh yes, but I won't let you wear knickers afterwards."

She absorbed this as she looked about her for the rest of her clothing.

"You were right about one thing though." I looked at her, waiting for her to enlarge on her remark.

"They wouldn't have wanted to watch us, would they?" She went on without waiting for my reply. "So we'll have to be careful how we set that up."

"Don't worry Beck, I'm working on it!" I turned to pick up one of her shoes, speaking over my shoulder as I did so "Oh, and the next time we have a weekend free. You are going to get your bottom well smacked."



Simon and Becky Ch. 06



I first met Lynn as the older sister of a school friend of mine, and she and I became really close for a long time until Bill stopped me seeing her. The problem, as Bill saw it, was that Lynn is several years older than I am and openly bi-sexual, though she had always respected my heterosexuality and had never ever made a pass at me.

But now Bill was history and Simon didn't mind me having friends, so I had rung her in an attempt to renew our friendship. I was lucky; she forgave me for abandoning her and arranged to come up for coffee one afternoon. 

Now she was sitting opposite me in the lounge drinking coffee and was behaving as if nothing had ever happened. In fact, quite a lot had happened in the three years since we had last met. For one thing, she was now married to Sean, and was the mother of a baby son. For another, she had grown her hair, discarded her butch fashions, and looked very feminine and attractive, dressed in a loose summer skirt and white blouse. Now she looked every inch the young mum, with long blonde hair and a very trim figure. I had hardly recognised her when she had knocked on the door, I remembered her with her hair cropped short and dyed black, and wearing dungarees with Doc Martins.

I had always found it easy to talk openly with Lynn, and I found myself telling her all about my new-found sexual freedom, and how confused I was with it.

"I just don't understand it." I told her. "Last week I wanted Simon to spank me, and really hurt me, and I was disappointed when he didn't. But he's promised me a spanking on our next weekend off though, and I'm really looking forward to it, I absolutely can't wait. It sounds weird doesn't it?"

I looked carefully into her eyes, but there was no mockery or patronage in her face, so I went on.

"And I want him to call me names, horrible names, insulting, degrading names that would normally disgust me. He's done that already, well a little bit anyway, and instead of pissing me off, it turned me on. The worse the names got, the hornier I felt. I let him wank over me as well, and it was really good to feel his cum landing on me."

I paused at this point, and then thought that having come so far... "Do you know what else, well of course you don't, how could you if you weren't there..." I knew I was waffling so I got to the point. "I've actually told him that he can pee on me if he wants to."

"Wow, Becky, you have grown up since we last met, haven't you?" Lynn was grinning, but in an understanding way. "You'll enjoy it."

That shocked me, especially the matter of fact way she said it. But I tried to cover my surprise. "You don't think I'm being too kinky then?"

"One person's kinky is another's normal, so that label doesn't matter. You've just discovered your natural tendencies, that's all. It sounds to me like you're a natural submissive, so if Simon's naturally dominant you'll get along fine."

"Huh!" I said, snorting with derision. "If he thinks I'm going to start calling him 'Master' he can go fuck himself. One thing I'm not is submissive, even if he might be dominant."

I think I knew that I was kidding myself; I just didn't want to admit it.

"Then can I ask you something?" Her question sounded serious so I nodded and looked at her expectantly.

"Do you find that it really turns you on to contemplate doing things that you wouldn't do normally, but that Simon would like you to do?"

"Yes, but..." She waved me to silence.

"And do you want him to 'make' you do things, even things that you find abhorrent, and to punish you if you don't?

"Yes, but..." The imperious hand came up again to stop me.

"And do you feel, even subconsciously, that if he tells you to do something, it's fine to do it, because then he's responsible for your actions and not you?"

"Yes..." My agreement was very hesitant, but she ignored me and carried on.

"Then you, my darling, do have submissive tendencies, so go ahead and enjoy them. My tendencies usually go the other way and I enjoy being dominant over Sean, although at times we switch." 

"I didn't know that." I was surprised that Lynn liked to be dominant.

"But then how can his 'permission' change my enjoyment? Surely I either like something or I don't?"

She looked at me. "I'll give you an example. You know I like women, and if I asked you to kiss me, properly, with tongues, you'd tell me to take a runner, wouldn't you?" 

I didn't answer; I wanted to see where this was going, so she went on anyway.

"But if Simon told you to, you'd do it and you'd probably enjoy it, because Simon took responsibility and then kissing me wouldn't mean you were gay, is that not true?"

It was true and I could see her logic, but I still didn't answer, I was too busy remembering kissing that woman in my dream, and how nice that had been. I made an impulsive decision.

"Lynn? Will you help me with something?" 

"Of course, if I can." She looked confused by the sudden change of direction.

"Simon wants to see me have sex with another man, and with a woman - and I want him to." Lynn looked astounded. "Don't look at me like that, you're making what I want to ask more difficult. Anyway, I want to watch him having sex as well, so it's only fair. I'm sorry but that's what we want. Now, another man shouldn't be hard to find, but finding a woman might be a bit more difficult, and I just wondered..." I was beginning to falter, but I managed a deep breath and continued. "Would you have sex with me while Simon watches?"

There was total silence in that kitchen for about two endless minutes while emotions, confusions, indecisions, and surprises, chased each other over Lynn's face. But finally she managed to close her mouth and get in control again. 

"Stand up and kiss me."

Now I looked confused. "What?"

"If you can't do that, you wouldn't enjoy sex with me and so I won't do it." 

I stood up and went towards her, and she stood to greet me. It's a romantic novel cliché to say we melted into each others arms, but we did. It was as if our bodies wanted to meet, each wanting to accommodate the other so that we fitted together perfectly in a tight embrace. 

Even so, the kiss was a bit tentative at first from both sides, our lips just softly brushing together. But then we gained in confidence, knowing that there was no real reluctance from either one, and we came together fully, lips and tongues meeting passionately. We clung together like that for several minutes, exploring each other's mouths and luxuriating in the feel of two bodies pressed close. The fact that nothing, except a kiss or two, was going to happen, made all my misgiving about being in the arms of a woman disappear. This was a try out, I told myself, for when Simon sees us, so, in a way, I have his permission to do this much, and he'll be over the moon if we can keep this enthusiasm going when he's there. 

"Wow!" Lynn exclaimed during a lull in our kissing. "That was definitely worth waiting for. I've wanted to kiss you for years."

I must admit I was surprised at that too, because she had never showed the slightest interest in me sexually, but in a strange way I was quite pleased. And, when I put Lynn's gender from my mind, I was enjoying it too. 

"Does that mean you will do it?"

"If it gets me into your knickers, you bet I will, especially if you can carry on kissing that good."

"And will you mind Simon watching?"

"No, not a bit, I quite like an audience sometimes."

"Then we'd better do it again, just to prove to you that I can keep kissing a woman like that." I moved forward happily and our mouths merged together again. 

All the time we were kissing our hands were caressing each others backs, but I suddenly became aware that one of Lynn's hands had worked its way under my top and was stroking my bare skin. Not only that, but it was resting on the side of my body and getting dangerously close to my breasts. The realization brought me up with a jolt, and just for a moment I stopped kissing her and drew back. Then I smiled and kissed her again, not caring what she was up to.

Lynn took this as tacit permission to continue, which I suppose it was, and openly pulled my top up above my bra, and I felt both of her lovely cool soft hands roaming around the skin of my back and belly. I moaned a little, I couldn't help it, it felt so nice.

Moments later she had unhooked my bra and pushed it out of the way, her hands cupping and moulding my naked breasts. We stopped kissing and stood slightly away from each other to give room, with my hands on her shoulders and hers on my breasts. She looked at me and smiled, cocking her head slightly to one side in an unspoken question. I closed my eyes for a moment to soak in the sensations of her fingers playing with my nipples and smiled back, and when I opened them again she was gazing very tenderly at me. I melted at that moment and then I knew that I actively wanted her to make love to me and I wanted Simon to see it happen.

Now my hands slid from her shoulders and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse, pulling it out from her skirt so that I could pull it away from her breasts. She was wearing a tiny quarter cup white bra that only just covered her nipples and, as I pushed her blouse from her shoulders, Lynn reached back and unclipped it, allowing it to fall to the floor with her blouse and leaving her naked to the waist. Moments later my top and bra had joined Lynn's things on the floor and we stood gazing at each other.

Lynn's breasts are small and tipped with little pink nipples and pale aureole. They're very different to mine. Mine verge on being 'heavy' and have quite large dark nipples. I wondered momentarily if she liked her nipples pulling, but I dismissed the thought and wondered instead if I'd enjoy kissing them. 

I think, maybe, given a little longer, I might have persuaded myself to try, but Lynn's arms went around me again and we went back into a clinch. Holding Lynn was lovely, but so very different from embracing a man. For one thing I was immediately conscious of soft breasts with hard little nipples pressed against my own breasts, and she was so much smaller, softer and smoother. The contrast was rather nice; for all that I'm straight.

Lynn's hands were still wandering up and down my back, and mine were doing the same to her, both really just luxuriating in the feel of smooth soft skin. But then Lynn ran her hands down onto my bottom to cup my cheeks and pull our bodies tight together, something comparatively easy for her to do being so much shorter than me. I didn't mind her touch, after all her hands were on the outside of my slacks and, in any case, the sensation of her hands on my bottom was very pleasant. Once again we began to kiss deeply and any misgivings I might have had vanished as her tongue entered my mouth.

My hands were still holding resting on her bare back, but Lynn's now began to wander once more, with one returning to caress my back while the other roamed around my bottom touching first one cheek and then the other. I murmured my pleasure into her mouth, especially when it pushed lightly into my crack. 

I didn't notice at the time, but I was being expertly seduced. With her hard little nipples brushing mine, her soft breasts cushioned against me and her hands roving around my body, I'll readily admit that I was getting very turned on. Eventually she shifted her weight to put a little space between us and brought her hand from my back to gently squeeze my breast and even then I just let her continue. It wasn't until her other hand wandered from my bottom around to my front and started to cup my pussy through my slacks that I came to my senses.

"No, Lynn, no!" I pulled away from her and covered my breasts with my arms.

"But, I thought you liked it." She looked bewildered by my sudden change.

"I do, I do, and it feels so nice. But we can't."

"Why not? You asked me if I'd make love to you."

"Yes, I know. But I meant when Simon was here. I promised him, in fact we promised each other, that we'd do nothing that might be called cheating without the other person knowing first."

"Oh, I see. I thought you'd gone all straight on me again." She was making light of it, but her frustration showed.

"I am straight, but I know I'd enjoy being with you, and I want to do it, but only after Simon gets home."

"You mean today?"

I hadn't thought things through, but yes, why not? I was turned on enough, and I couldn't see Simon complaining too loudly about it. In any case, the idea of having lesbian sex with a friend was a lot more appealing then with a total stranger, and this might be my best opportunity 

"Yes, if you can stay and eat with us, Simon should be home in about forty-five minutes, then we can make an evening of it, if you'd like?"

"I'd like very much. But I'll have to give Sean a ring otherwise he'll wonder where I am."

"What will you tell him?"

"I'll tell him I'm having dinner with an old friend and to expect me when I get there."

"You won't tell him..." My nerve faltered and my words ran out.

"Not till I get home, then I will." She looked at me. "That's our anti-cheating arrangement? We always tell each other everything, and every detail, is that ok?"

I agreed it was, getting an unexpected kick from the knowledge that a stranger would hear all about it. Then we got dressed again and Lynn helped me prepare the food. It's the first time anyone has ever helped me cook for Simon, and I'm not sure I liked it.

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I introduced Lynn to Simon as an old friend that I'd lost touch with, which was true enough, but I didn't tell him anything else. That was partly because I wanted to surprise him, and partly because I didn't think we'd get to eat if I did, but mainly because I didn't have a clue how to broach the subject. As we ate I went over the various possibilities in my mind and every time I kept coming to the conclusion that there weren't any, except to tell him straight out, and I didn't have the nerve for that.

As for playing with Lynn in front of Simon, well, I was pulled in all sorts of directions about that. I'd cooled off after the stimulation of this afternoon's kisses, and I wasn't absolutely sure I could go through with it. After all, it would mean much more intimate contact with Lynn than anything we'd done, and although I liked Lynn and thought her extremely good looking, I wasn't attracted to her sexually. What I was attracted to was the buzz of performing for Simon, knowing how much he wanted me to do it. I knew I'd get a special thrill from indulging in taboo lesbian sex in front of him. This afternoon I'd been turned on by the novelty of feeling a woman's touch and the knowledge that I was learning things for Simon to enjoy.

Afterwards we sat having coffee in the lounge, but there was very little conversation. Lynn kept glancing anxiously at me and I kept looking at the floor. Simon sat looking first at me, then at Lynn, with a quizzical look on his face. 

"Alright, which one of you would like to explain? All through dinner I've been getting the distinct impression of a conspiracy here, and now we've eaten you're both looking as nervous as kittens."

It was my house, my partner, and my idea, so it was obviously my place to try and pluck up the courage to give an explanation, but I still didn't know how to start. 

I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it again, lost for words. Then I opened it again and this time, after a very long pause and a deep breath I managed to begin.

"I think Lynn's nervous 'cos I'm nervous, and I'm nervous because I'm about to find out if you really meant what you said you meant. Because if you didn't mean it, and I've read things wrongly, then I'm going to be in a lot of trouble."

Lynn nodded sagely, and I went on.

"You said you wanted us, me and you that is, to broaden our horizons, to do more things with our sex lives. Is that still true?"

"Yes." Simon's answer sounded more like a question and he looked thoroughly confused.

"And we both agreed we wanted to have sex with other people while we watched each other. Is that still true?"

"Yes, go on." I think he was beginning to see where this was heading and that made telling him easier.

"Lynn and I are going to do it in front of you." It came out in a rush and, while it wasn't said in the most elegant way, once it was out things seemed easier.

"Jesus!" That was his initial comment, but he followed on by asking. "When did you arrange all this, and what do you want me to do?"

"Well, nothing! Just watch." It seemed a silly question to me, but then I wasn't thinking it through.

"I think he means, should he stay dressed and can he wank? That sort of thing." Lynn was making more sense of it.

"Oh, right. No, you shouldn't stay dressed, and yes you can wank if you want, in fact it would be nice if you did, but you mustn't try to join in with us. Is that alright with you, Lynn?"

"Fine by me. Shall we get started?" She was clearly up for it.

It was a very nervous trio who made their way to the bedroom and then stood around wondering who was going to make the first move. In the end it was Simon who began to unbutton his shirt.

"Right, I need a quick shower, so while I do that, do you ladies want to sort yourselves out?"

I could have kissed him for giving Lynn and I the space to set the ball rolling. I was getting turned on again by the thrill of being able to show off to Simon, but I was still very nervous and still very, very tentative about what I was about to do. I knew that once we started there was no backing out, but then I realised that I'd already gone too far to change my mind. I was just going to have to do it and make the best of it. 

"Ready?" I was brought back to reality by Lynn's question.

"Yes." I smiled with a certainty I wasn't sure I felt and pulled my top over my head.

I undid my slacks with trembling fingers, my heart beating like a trip hammer and my breath coming in short little gasps. I was feeling horny, scared, excited, worried, and happy all at once. I pushed my slacks down and sat on the bed to pull them over my feet, looking up to watch Lynn undress as I did so. She showed none of my nerves, shrugging herself out of her blouse and bra together and looking at me with that same tender smile she had melted me with before. 

It helped, but it didn't take away all my anxiety. After all, this afternoon I had expected it was just going to be a simple kiss, even though it became rather more in the end, but now I knew we were going the whole way and without the gradual seduction she had treated me to earlier.

I reached behind my back to release the catch of my bra, sliding it down my arms as Lynn's skirt whispered over her hips to the floor. We were both now dressed only in our knickers, which in Lynn's case were the briefest of white bikini briefs and looked stunning on her petite frame. She did look beautiful, with her long slender legs and little perky breasts she was everything a man might desire, but I'm not a man and I was still finding what I was about to do hard to handle.

"Come here, sweetheart." She held out her hands to me, and I obediently rose from the bed and went into her arms. 

The kiss was a gentle meeting of mouths. Yes, our lips parted and her tongue entered my mouth, but it was so tender, so understanding and so warm that a lot of my fears disappeared and some of the excitement and pleasure of the afternoon returned. The second kiss was much more passionate and came equally from both of us. She hugged me for a few more moments then held me at arms length.

"You can stop shivering now, everything will be ok, just wait and see." She smiled that smile again.

"Are you ready to make that last step?" She asked me with her thumbs tucked under the waistband of her briefs.




Simon and Becky Ch. 06



"Yes, I'm ready." We both slid our knickers off together, tossing them to one side and gazing at each other's bodies. Lynn's body was completely naked, for she had shaved her pubes, something I had often contemplated doing but was yet to try. Strangely, I felt absolutely no shyness at all in being naked in front of Lynn, getting actual pleasure from her eyes wandering over me. She had led me so far down my own choice of road, and now I was going to do my best to enjoy reaching my destination.

Once more taking the lead, she reached out to me and drew me to her, enfolding me in her arms and just holding me close. Fear and pleasure were mixed for me, I wanted it, but I feared it. So there we stayed, body against body, skin on skin, until I had adjusted to my feelings and tilted my head to kiss her of my own accord. This kiss had definite sexual overtones from both of us, our tongues explored each others mouths, each fencing with the other, darting in and retreating, licking and tasting, drawing little pleasure noises from both of us. 

That first passionate, meaningful kiss lasted until we both ran out of breath, and during that kiss we held each other as tight together as we could, our nipples hard against each others breasts, our bellies and legs touching, pleasantly conscious of our nakedness. When we broke for breath we relaxed a little and, instead of our hands just clutching us together, they began to roam, caressing each other's body and taking pleasure from the feel of soft smooth feminine skin. 

We kissed again, but more softly, more gently and far, far more intensely. Even though I was still a bag of nerves I could feel my arousal deepen, my nipples began to harden and my pussy came alive. I knew that Simon would love the display we were about to put on, we just had to be started when he finished showering or we'd never do it. So it was my turn to take command now and I manoeuvred us around until the back of my knees came up against the bottom of the bed, and then I simply fell backwards, landing on the bed and pulling Lynn down with me.

"That's one way of telling me." She giggled, as we shuffled ourselves further onto the bed and sorted ourselves to lie side by side with Lynn on my right.

"I like to make things clear." I replied, smiling back. But it was only bravado that had propelled my action.

We came together again, confirming that we were to become lovers by the act of kissing naked on a bed. Then we paused and rested on our sides, one bent arm supporting our heads while we looked at each other silently. Lynn's free hand came out and stroked my cheek, trailing her fingertips over my lips and down onto my neck. Again she did it, but this time her journey included my neck and up to my ear. The sensation of her soft hand on my face sent tingles through me and brought goose bumps to my skin. I was torn between the genuine excitement I felt at her touch and the screaming in my head that kept reminding me that Lynn was a woman, a lesbian.

"I'm petrified, Lynn." I confided in her. "Make it work for me."

"I will." She looked at me with genuine fondness. "Just relax and let me do everything. You don't even have to touch me if you'd rather not."

With that she pushed me gently but firmly onto my back, leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, her tongue staying firmly in her mouth. She is the sort of friend every woman should have.

Lynn raised herself onto one elbow, looking down at me, her free hand once again stroking my neck. I lay looking back into her eyes with one hand resting on my thigh and the other resting lightly on her back, softly stroking the area between her shoulder blades. Then, still holding my gaze as a sort of reassurance, she allowed her hand to drift gradually down until it rested on my breast.

Even though I saw it coming, as soon as her hand touched my breast I couldn't repress a quick shudder and my hand instinctively stopped moving across her back. Seeing my reaction Lynn immediately moved her hand away, resting it on my shoulder.

"No Lynn, don't stop, I want you to touch me, really." 

Most of me did want to feel her touch, but there was just this hard core of reluctance in my brain. Lynn seemed uncertain if she should continue, not wanting to offend or repel me, so I raised my other hand from where it still rested on my leg and used it to put her hand back on my breast, pressing her firmly onto my flesh.

"Can you feel my nipple, Lynn?"

"Yes."

"If you can feel how hard it is you know I do want it to happen, because it wouldn't be so hard if I didn't. It's just new to me, that's all." I'm not sure which of us I was trying to convince.

She smiled, her hand resting gently on my breast, her face telling me of her need but saying she was still not sure of my consent. I wriggled a little to get myself absolutely flat on my back, placed my hands on the bed away from my body, and opened my legs a little in an unmistakable signal that I was surrendering to her attentions. "Play with me, Lynn. Just do nice things to me."

She leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, then straightened up and watched my face closely as her hand began to move across my breasts, stroking and caressing. She moved it in a kind of figure of eight, circling each breast before skating over the top and catching the nipple with her finger as she passed. It was very erotic and quite stimulating, and my nipples became hard little bullets from their treatment. 

Lynn kept up that up with just variations of pressure, speed and scope, sometimes slowly and very, very softly creeping over the mounds of my breasts, sometimes moving in wide sweeping caresses around most of my upper body and then sometimes, just sometimes, pausing at my nipples to give them a little pull or tweak. 

Ten minutes of that and I was beginning to truly feel very hot and horny, my anxieties and reservations about being with a woman were rapidly receding and I was getting to be as relaxed as I had been earlier in the day. My sudden receptiveness must have got through to Lynn, probably through the little noises I'd begun making, because instead of peering anxiously at my face, she was now gazing down at my body, watching her fingers trace patterns over my breasts and seeing my nipples grow as her thumb and forefinger did their work.

After a while her hand stopped moving and settled on my left breast, and rested her arm lightly across me. She concentrated on that one breast, moulding it, kneading it stroking it, flicking and plucking my nipple, bringing little grunts and whimpers from me as my arousal grew. The sensations were electric, at times her touch was so soft I could scarcely feel her fingertips skating over my breast, then she would dig in and squeeze almost painfully, before perhaps pinching my nipple between finger and thumb. Then, when she judged that it was time to move to the next level, she bent and took my other nipple into her mouth, suckling on it, licking it, nibbling it between her lips and even nipping at it with her teeth. 

Lynn was an expert lover, of that there could be no doubt, and she brought all her skills to bear on me. In asking her to be my lesbian partner I had accidentally chosen the best I could. Now she had me willing her on, wanting her to do more intimate things to me, wanting to do intimate things to her, wanting, and expecting, us both to orgasm at least once. I could no longer lie still, I had to squirm with pleasure under her attentions, to wrap one arm around her and hold her close while using the other to clamp her hand to my breast. I heard myself moaning, felt my legs open of their own accord in sweet anticipation, and felt the cool air that signalled the wetness of my pussy. I was on my way to heaven.

Eventually, when she knew I was just beginning to climb that long orgasmic slope, she transferred her mouth to my left breast, leaving her hand free now to slide slowly down my body until it cupped my mons. I felt it settle there, just above my pussy and let out a long sigh of happiness and anticipation, hearing Simon's voice echo that sigh.

Hearing that voice brought me out of the fog of lust that surrounded me and I raised my head to look, while Lynn stopped what she was doing and looked around, both of us startled by the sound. We had totally forgotten about him and were both surprised to see him sitting in a bedroom chair, naked, his hair still damp from the shower and with his very erect cock in a rapidly moving hand.

"God, Simon, how long have you been there?"

He stopped wanking briefly to answer me. "Long enough to know that you're having a good time, so please don't stop, carry on, I won't disturb you."

'Too late' I thought, wishing I'd known of his presence so that I could have ensured a good view for him. As it was I knew he could see between my legs from his position, but I wasn't sure how much of Lynn's treatment of my breasts he had seen. Even so, I was happy that he was there and seeing me being pleasured by Lynn, and, I promised myself, seeing Lynn pleasured by me soon.

As I was thinking that Lynn's voice came, whispering in my ear.

"You lucky bitch! He's not small, is he?" I knew what she meant, Simon is blessed with nearly nine inches and wide with it, and I felt a silly sort of pleasure at Lynn's envy. I glanced across at that so familiar cock, now being firmly stroked again and looking as if it might burst at any moment.

"Certainly enough for me." I whispered back. "Are you ok with him being there?"

By way of answer she bent and kissed me on the lips once again, obscuring my view of Simon, but at least now I knew he was there and that made me feel even hotter.

Lynn had moved her hand when we realised Simon was watching, I think from reflex rather than guilt, and now she slid it down my body again, stroking lightly as she went and heading for the join of my legs. Once again I sighed, softer this time, as she crept nearer to my pussy, hoping that she wouldn't stop just before she got there this time.

I wasn't disappointed; as her tongue began to probe between my lips once again her hand crept over my pubes and dived between my legs, her fingers coming to rest against my waiting pussy. This time my sigh wasn't of anticipation, but of pleasure, for she immediately began burrowing into my cleft. Feeling Lynn's tongue moving in my mouth, while her fingers were exploring my slit, and knowing that Simon was watching and wanking at the same time, was just an amazing experience. The little signs of an approaching orgasm that had fled with the sound of Simon's voice now began to return, making my pussy open to Lynn's probing fingers and my clit stand proud and erect like a miniature cock.

"You really are wet and wanting, aren't you?" 

She was running her two of her fingertips up and down my cleft, dividing them to trace my labia on the way down, but combining them on the way up, hooking them slightly into my vagina and then catching and rubbing my clit as they passed. It was fantastic, the momentary frustration of the near penetration followed by a surge of sensation at my clit were rapidly bringing me closer to cumming. I wrapped my arms tightly around Lynn and held her to me, gasping and pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. Then she changed tactic, and instead of moving up and down my slit she concentrated on my clit, hooking two fingers a little then making quick little scratching movements over the tip of my clit with them, one after the other in rapid succession. I felt my orgasm explode inside me and I clung onto her as it threatened to overwhelm me.

All the time my body was convulsing under the waves of intense pleasure that rolled over me, my brain kept reminding me that this was lesbian sex, it was a woman doing this to me, it was a woman whose mouth was on mine, and that I shouldn't be enjoying it so much. Then I remembered Simon was sitting watching, taking pleasure from seeing me involved in lesbian sex, and I didn't care that it was a woman, in fact I mentally celebrated the display I was putting on for him. That made everything so worthwhile and made my orgasm so much more powerful. I was glad that he could see me with a woman, and glad that the woman was Lynn.

By the time my orgasm was over I was lying with my chest heaving and my heart hammering, completely spent, for the moment at least. Lynn looked at me, gave me a little peck on the lips then went back to my breasts, gently kissing and sucking my nipples, at the same time as stroking my pussy just enough to keep me interested until my body recovered.

It wasn't long before my noisy breathing began to return to normal, but as it did I became aware of another sound, that of a hand sliding frantically up and down the shaft of a cock and hitting against his flesh, accompanied by the grunts and gasps of a near orgasmic man with them. Simon was nearing his own climax. I lay and listened, the origin of the sounds still hidden behind Lynn's head, and my own feelings began to stir a little once more. Soon the noises became more frenzied and disorganised and then I heard the unmistakable sound of Simon's animal like climax. He groans and roars as he cums and this time he seemed louder than ever. Irrelevantly I wondered where he was shooting his cum, and regretting the waste when there were two randy women on hand.

"That's one for you and one for him, now it's your turn again." Lynn's voice brought me back to reality with the thought that strictly speaking it was her turn, but who was I to argue.

"I think it's time my fingers explored a bit, don't you?" With that she ran her fingertips all the way from my clit to my anus before hovering just at the entrance to my tunnel.

"Shall I see what I can find in here?" Lynn spoke from around my breast and her tone was teasing as two of her fingers slipped unhindered into my depths. My back arched and I groaned as I felt them slide in, trying hard to nod agreement at the same time. 

She began very slowly to push in and out of my pussy, positioning her hand so that her thumb collided with my clit at each stroke, and all the while covering my breast and nipple with little nips of her teeth, tiny little bites that hurt but didn't hurt, all at the same time. I groaned and moaned in harmony with her thrusts, moving my hips in an effort to push her fingers deeper into my very wet tunnel. My second orgasm began to get closer. 

For a moment Lynn took her head from my breast and looked around, presumably to check that Simon was still watching. If he was then I knew that he could see my pussy, and I knew that he would be seeing Lynn's fingers moving in and out. I also knew that I was getting very horny and I believed he must be hearing the wet sounds that Lynn's fingers were making, though of course, I couldn't be sure.

I saw a fleeting little smile cross Lynn's face as she looked towards where Simon should be, and I knew then that he was watching. I didn't know if that smile meant anything, but shortly afterwards I felt her fingers withdraw from my pussy and hold open my pussy lips, displaying my dripping wet hole to the world and Simon, and making me all the more excited. Then she shuffled and began licking my stomach with the tip of her tongue, still holding my pussy wide open. 

Her tongue wasn't so much licking as in lapping, but more as in tracing random patterns over my skin with the wet tip, it was a sensation that was very, very erotic, especially combined with the forcible displaying of my cunt. Then she blew gently across my dampened skin, the coolness bringing instant goose bumps to my abdomen and moans of pleasure to my lips. I was gently thrusting with my hips, wanting her to bury her fingers inside me as deeply as possible, but she seemed intent on teasing me, making me wetter and wetter, showing Simon my hole dripping with the juices that I could now feel were running down my crack and across my arsehole.

As I thought about things afterwards I came to the conclusion that Lynn had intended working her way south until her mouth met my pussy, but for some reason she got sidetracked, because after a few minutes of holding me open, and of hot kissing and cool blowing, she pushed her fingers inside me once again. But this time it wasn't to finger fuck me, it was to collect some of my juices on her fingers, fingers that she pulled from my tunnel to show me them glistening in the bedside light.

"Do you taste as nice as you look?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.

It must have been a rhetorical question, for she immediately continued. "Let's find out," and put them into her mouth, sucking my wetness from her fingers.

"Yes, you do." She put her fingers back into my cunt, scooping more of my fluids onto them. This time she offered them to me and I eagerly licked them clean again. "Don't you think so?" She asked me.

I nodded quickly, trying to stop my hips from jerking and thrusting in the hope that she would notice and return her fingers to where I felt they belonged. She ignored my silent plea and reached down between her own legs, smiling sexily to herself as she did. I moment later she was showing me her fingers, this time coated in her own juices, which she offered to my mouth.

"Tell me if you like my taste." She pushed her fingers into my mouth almost before I had the chance to open it, but I wanted to anyway. My brain was yelling at me to remember that this was another woman's pussy juice that I tasted, but all that did was make it even more exciting, and I greedily licked her fingers. She tasted wonderful.

"Good girl." She said. "Was that nice?" I nodded happily.

Now she ran her fingers down my abdomen, across my tightly trimmed bush and back to my pussy, searching for and finding my swollen clit. Then she turned her head to fix me with her eyes and started flicking the tip of my clit with her fingers, picking up speed until she had me arching my back with the intensity of the sensations. I wasn't going to stand that for long, and within minutes my orgasm engulfed me and I was jerking my hips and crying out with the pleasure of my second woman induced climax. All the time I was aware of her eyes fastened on mine, drinking in my excitement, her arousal feeding on my pleasure, getting hotter within her as I soared higher. Seeing this effect on her as I climaxed made me conscious of Simon watching us, knowing that his lust must be also growing at the same time.

As I came down from my climax and lay back on the bed, I became aware of Lynn's breathing becoming ragged and her eyes glazing with lust. Her own need was becoming urgent, and I realised guiltily that I had been on the receiving end of all the fun and I resolved to return the favour, but Lynn beat me to it. 

When my heartbeat had calmed down and my breathing returned to something near normal, I smiled my thanks up at her and reached up a hand to stroke the side of her face. I had intended this as a prelude to touching her breasts as she had mine, and then to playing with her and bringing her to orgasm. But as soon as my fingers touched her skin she moaned softly and leaned down to kiss me passionately once more. The kiss was delicious and my arms automatically entwined themselves around her neck and pulled her closer, bringing our breasts and upper bodies into close contact again, a contact that became even closer when, with a little wriggle, Lynn rolled fully on top of me. We were now pressed against each other from head to toe, her stomach against mine, her thighs resting on mine, and even our toes touching, it was beautiful.

Still kissing me deeply and with her tongue between my lips, Lynn shuffled her position slightly, threading one leg between my thighs, so that her thigh lay against my pussy and her own pussy rested on my leg. Then she began to rock gently back and forth, softly rubbing our bodies together and pressing her leg against my pussy. The feeling was gorgeous and I raised my leg a little so that her pussy was rubbing more firmly against it. She smiled and closed her eyes, pressing herself back just a little against my leg and rubbing just a little harder.




Simon and Becky Ch. 06



Gradually, with her eyes still fast shut, Lynn changed her movement from back and forth rocking to full blooded thrusting with her hips, pushing herself harder against my leg, making it slippery with her juices, as she rubbed her pussy harder and faster against me. Her face took on a look of total concentration, her jaws clamped shut and her eyes screwed tight, as her movements became more and more intense and she pressed against my thigh so hard that I had difficulty in holding it still for her.

She was now more crouching than lying on top of me, having brought her knees further up to gain better leverage, and she now pushed her arms under mine to hook onto my shoulders from below and held me even tighter. Still with her eyes closed she rubbed her pussy hard on my thigh, clearly close to cumming and totally lost to the world. From her lips came a tiny keening noise, interspersed with almost inaudible little 'oh's', the sound and the words getting steadily louder and more urgent as she came closer to climaxing. 

Then suddenly she was there, she yelled incoherently in my ear and pushed herself hard against me, not rubbing now but just squirming from side to side to keep the contact total and using her grip on my shoulders for leverage. I held my leg muscles rigid, trying to maintain the contact, and even curled my toes into the bed sheet to stop my leg slipping away under the pressure. But then, just as I was sure I couldn't hold still for her, the pressure suddenly slackened and she collapsed on top of me, panting and gasping for air, her climax spent. I allowed my aching leg to slide flat onto the bed and we lay together, Lynn recovering from cumming and me just being pleased with myself for getting her there, and, most importantly, doing it in the presence of the man I love. I was conscious that I was playing with his express consent and encouragement, and it made all the difference.

"I needed that!" Lynn's statement was a little breathless, but said so matter of factly that I couldn't help but smile.

"And what are you laughing at?" She was smiling herself.

"That really was stating the obvious!" I answered.

"You reckon so, huh?" She raised herself onto her elbows to look down at me. "Well, here something else that's obvious. You need to do a bit more of the work."

She said it with a smile on her face and wasn't being serious, but it was true anyway. However, before I had time to make an offer, she clambered off and swung around, straddling me facing the other way, shuffling herself towards the classic sixty-nine position.

"Fifty-fifty sound fair?" Her voice came to me over her back as she crouched down over me, pulling my legs back to gain access to my pussy and presenting me with hers all at the same time.

Up to this point I hadn't touched her at all, or any other woman for that matter, and I hadn't even seen her pussy close up, so I held her bottom away from me for a minute or so to allow me to simply look at her. I think she was probably doing the same thing with mine, because I could feel her cool breath on my wetness, but that was all. 

Lynn had a neat pussy, if you know what I mean. Her clit and her labia were both swollen with her arousal, but they were not over large and nothing hung or sagged. Her clit just peered out from its hood, looking every bit the little soldier that it gets described as, and her outer lips followed a neat arc from top to bottom. Even the entrance to her tunnel seemed tidy, almost perfectly oval and open just enough to be inviting without looking loose. The whole of her cleft shone and glistened with her juices and exuded the most erotic musky scent, fresh and alluring. To top it off (from my angle anyway) she had the tightest little pink rosebud anus you will ever see. I was ready to kiss a woman's pussy for the very first time.

Slowly my hands allowed her to descend on me, adjusting my position a little as she came so that I could extend my tongue and make a first tentative contact with her clitoris. She groaned softly and seconds later her lips kissed my clit. She was holding my legs right back by tucking them under her arms, so that my pussy and my arse were easily available and, coincidentally, in full view of Simon sitting close by. He must have been able to see that first little kiss so very clearly. That was a beautiful thought. My only knowledge of performing oral sex on a woman came from knowing what I liked Simon to do, and from my own imagination in a dream, so I let Lynn take the lead, simply doing to her what she was doing to me, but with my own interpretation. So it was that I fastened my mouth over her clitoris, flicking it with my tongue just as she was doing to me, and tasting her juices at source, so to speak. She tasted every bit as nice as her wet fingers had promised. 

Lynn's mouth on my clit was at first very soft and gentle, as if she were scared to be passionate in case it turned me off, but by now I had orgasmed twice and felt so horny that I no longer cared that she was a woman. I wanted her to lick and suck me with all the enthusiasm that Simon usually showed, and so, to encourage her, I began sucking her clit hard and pushing my tongue as deep as I could into her pussy. Even so it was a little while before she really went to work on me, but when she did it made all the waiting worthwhile. Lynn had been bisexual for years and knew exactly what to do and how to do it. Her tongue danced around my clit, teasing, flicking, and licking, while her lips nibbled away at my labia whenever they had the chance. Every now and then she would stop playing with my clit to push her tongue deep inside me, licking my juices from my vagina and spreading them around my cleft. She even once let her tongue stray down until she was softly licking my arsehole, though it must be said that I'm not sure that she meant to do that. Meant or not, it was a wonderful experience.

I tried my hardest to keep track of her actions and replay them on her pussy, but I was so aroused and so much enjoying her attentions that I several times lost track entirely, just lying there with my tongue pressed motionless against her pussy as I soaked up the pleasure of her tongue on my clit. When I did manage to work on her as she was dong on me I was rewarded with tiny whimpers of pleasure that grew steadily louder and more pronounced as I got better. Not that I was silent, I know that I was making moaning noises triggered by the sensations that coursed through my being, and I didn't care. Soon I knew that I was getting close to cumming, and I realised also that Lynn wasn't very far away either, so I tried even harder to match her lick for lick. 

All this time I was, of course, lying on my back, looking up at the wonderfully firm little bottom that pretty much filled my view, not that I was complaining. But then suddenly I saw Simon's cock move into view from one side, his hand still rubbing the shaft frantically. He must have been turned on by the idea of shooting his load over the two naked women that he was watching, and, although we had said originally that he shouldn't join in, both of us actually welcomed his contribution. Lynn paused for a second and I heard her gasp 'yes' before her tongue went back to work, and I got a tremendous kick from the realisation that he was intent on shooting his load over my face as I lay licking Lynn's pussy. It was clear from the disjointed motion of his hand, and the little twitches of his hips that he was very near to cumming, and I looked up, eagerly awaiting his orgasm, just wanting to feel that hot thick cum splattering down all over my face. 

There is that old saying about the best laid plans, and this was one of those times. As he reached his point of no return Simon leaned over, pointed his cock down and then began milking his shaft, aiming directly at my face. But the experience of watching two women at first hand had got to him, so that when he did cum his cock jerked uncontrollably and his beautiful great dollops of cum sprayed all over Lynn's bottom instead of onto my face. Only a couple of the last dying spurts actually landed where he intended and I had strings of cum laced across my cheeks and into my hair. It was worth it though, even that small amount felt fantastic as it rained down on my upturned and captive face.

Feeling Simon cum over her back and bottom had brought Lynn right to the brink of orgasm, I could feel her hips moving slightly and she was breathing very erratically, gasping as she lapped away at my clit. It had had an effect on me too, and I was feeling really hot, with my own climax building steadily, brought even closer by watching little rivers of Simons cum begin to trickle down the curves of Lynn's bottom towards me. Even as I watched two large blobs merged and ran into her crack, bound eventually to dribble down onto Lynn's pussy and my tongue.

I watched this rivulet of cum make its way slowly towards me, willing it on, wanting to taste it mixed with Lynn's juices, and seeing it collect for the moment in the little depression of her anus. I couldn't wait any longer and I stretched my neck to reach, and with the tip of my tongue I licked Simon's spunk from her arsehole. 

The effect on Lynn was immediate, she went into the most tremendous orgasm, crying out loudly as she came and jerking her hips so that her pussy was rubbed back and forth over my face. This caught me by surprise, but her wetness felt so good spread over my mouth, my nose and my chin that I simply held out my tongue to let her own movements do the licking.

I was had been hovering on the brink of cumming ever since Simon had wanked over us, and Lynn's climax threatened to topple me over. In fact I think I would have cum anyway even if Lynn hadn't accidentally triggered me by biting my clit as she juddered in orgasm. That accidental bite hurt, in fact it hurt that tender part of me quite a lot, but the sudden pain also had the effect of setting off my own climax. A yell came to my lips, only to be smothered by Lynn's pussy as we both came together, and Simon was now treated to the erotic vision of two women bucking and moving together, mouths and tongues frantically trying to maintain contact with heaving pussies, and arms and legs thrashing as we tried desperately to cling to each others bodies. 

I don't think either of us had ever had such a mind blowing climax, or lost control to anywhere near that degree. All I can say is that when it was all over there were two, panting, gasping, trembling, sweat-covered women lying in an untidy heap on the bed, both with smiles reminiscent of the Cheshire cat. As for Simon, well he was beside the bed, propping himself against the headboard with a look of wonder on his face. Nobody was surprised that we decided there and then to meet up again, but this time for a threesome.



Simon and Becky Ch. 07



I was feeling very horny and particularly adventurous and there were one or two new things that I thought Becky and I might like to try. Well, actually, to be more accurate, things that I thought I might like to try with Becky. It was Saturday, and neither of us had to work, so I was looking forward to an interesting weekend, one that would start the minute she got back from buying groceries. I'd done a little internet shopping, which had arrived this morning and been stashed in a bedside drawer without Becky's knowledge, and I reckoned she was in for a few surprises, mainly because I was going to make one of her fantasies come true. She had once said that she wanted to be 'spanked', so today I was going to fulfil that dream for her.

I'd been thinking about things a bit too, as I waited, and if you've been with me from the start, reading about myself and Becky from chapter one, then you'll have a good idea why. Only a matter of a couple of months or so ago I'd been a twenty-two year old virgin, and expecting to stay that way. Because of an 'unfortunate' episode in my youth I was terrified of making a move on a girl, and I believed I was likely to fail anyway, so I never did. Then along came Becky, who made a move on me, a pretty determined one too, and everything changed overnight.

As you can imagine, my teenage years of enforced celibacy were littered with the fantasies and imaginings of what I would do if I ever got a girlfriend, and, because I never expected to get the chance to make those fantasies into reality, some of them were pretty wild. Then, all of a sudden I found I had a girl who not only dreamed of the same sort of sex life that I'd fantasized about, but was actually prepared to make it real. I felt a bit like a kid in a sweet shop. 

But even so, I was taking it fairly easy with my 'wish list', mainly because I still couldn't believe my luck, and didn't want to turn her off me. So today was going to be our first dip into the world of BDSM, though Becky didn't know it yet. Now, for those of you who are BDSM experts, I have written this as it happened. If it doesn't sound like the average session, then that's because both I and Becky were new to it, and literally feeling our way through it. You don't want me to lie, do you? Believe me, I've got better.

I wasn't quite sure how to set the ball rolling, especially when she arrived home with a cheery 'hello darling' and began putting away the groceries while strutting her stuff and singing her version of Ike and Tina Turner's 'Nutbush City Limits'. I could have spanked her on the pretext of having a duff voice I suppose, but then Tina Turner isn't exactly an operatic soprano. So I waited until she had finished both song and chore and then called her into the bedroom.

"Come and take a look at this." I said as she appeared in the doorway.

She came across and stood beside me looking out of the window, no doubt wondering what she was supposed to see, while I slipped behind her and put my arms around her waist, pulling her back into me. She responded by resting her head back against my cheek with a little 'mmm'. 

"What am I looking at?" She asked.

"Just the view." Our little house looked out onto open fields.

"You silly sod." But she made no attempt to move.

My hands moved up to cup her breasts and she rewarded me with another little 'mmm' and placed her own hands over mine.

"I bet I know what you want." She said, smiling. 

"I bet you don't." I answered, more truthfully than she knew, and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. She was a great blouse and skirt fan, and I loved that, it was so handy. I kissed her neck as I slipped the blouse from her shoulders and unclipped her bra, leaving her naked to the waist.

"Hey! What if someone looks up at our window?" She asked without trying to hide.

"Then they'll know I'm a lucky man." The chance of anyone being within half a mile of our bedroom window was remote and Becky knew it. She smiled at my compliment and looked around to present me with a quick peck on the lips before turning back to the window. I am a lucky man.

Her skirt was held by a button and zip at the side, and it wasn't long before that too dropped to the floor, followed immediately after by her panties. She was wearing tie-sides, almost as if she'd foreseen what would happen. A quick pull on the ribbons holding the sides together and there she stood, completely naked in front of the bedroom window, the sunshine lighting up her very beautiful body, totally unconcerned, and with my hands slipping around her front to cup under her voluptuous breasts. Things don't get much better, do they?

"You are a bit of a tart you know, standing there like that." I spoke very softly and directly into her ear.

"Mmm, I know, but you wouldn't have me any other way, would you?"

I fondled her breasts, weighing then, moulding them and rolling her nipples between my fingers and thumbs.

"And you were really quite the tart the other day, when you were with Lynn, weren't you?" 

I was referring to the evening I spent watching Becky and Lynn make love before my eyes. God, that was an experience, my cock kept getting hard just thinking about it.

"That was nice." She hadn't twigged where things were going yet.

"And it showed you up to be a right little slut, didn't it?" 

She didn't reply, but her breath caught.

"It exposed you as a slut, didn't it?" She still didn't reply 

"Answer me. Tell me you're a slut." I squeezed her nipples between finger and thumb, bringing a gasp from her. Still no answer.

I squeezed again, harder, and repeated. "You're a slut, aren't you?"

Becky groaned. "Yes." She whispered. "I'm a slut. I like the word 'slut', it suits me. Please keep calling me a slut."

I think she was now beginning to see where things were heading, for her eyes closed and her breathing became heavier. 

"You don't care, do you? You'll do anything, won't you, so long as it gets you fucked?"

"Yes."

"Tell me properly." I pinched her nipples again, much harder, making her gasp with pain.

"Yes, I'll fuck anybody. I'll do anything with anybody, the dirtier the better. I'm a complete little slut."

"Why are you such a slut? Why do you just want to fuck all the time?"

"I don't know, but its nice being a tart. I get to enjoy myself, I like being a slut."

"Could it be because you weren't disciplined enough as a child?"

"No, I wasn't, but I should have been."

"Never mind, it's not too late."

"Isn't it? Oh good! Can I be corrected?"

"Yes, I can correct you, I can correct you across my knee, but it will hurt a little!" As I said this I gripped Becky's upper arms from behind and began to walk her across to the bed.

"I don't mind if it hurts, just so long as it stops me being such a slut."

"Oh, I don't want to stop you, I want you to be a better slut. I want you to be my slut, my slut who does as she's told and fucks how and when I tell her to."

"I'm glad, because that's what I want to be. I want to be your horny, dirty little slut. I want to do everything you tell me to, no matter what. Please make me." Becky was flushed excitement, now she knew exactly what was going to happen.

We reached the bed and I let go of Becky's arms. "Wait there." I told her.

I slipped out of my own clothes, letting my erection stand free and much more comfortable, before sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Bend over my knee." It was not a request, it was an order, and it was immediately obeyed. 

Becky is 5' 7" tall, so she's a bit on the big side for bending over my knee, and her upper body ended up resting on the bed while her legs trailed out behind her, but even so it was a beautiful sight. She has a well shaped bottom, curvy but no fat and definitely no sag, and I couldn't resist resting my hand on one of those glorious cheeks and softly massaging it for a minute or two. Then I pushed on the inside of her thighs a little until she parted her legs, and ran my hand down between those cheeks. Her pussy was decidedly wet and she groaned quietly as my fingers ran over it.

"Well now." I said to her. "I had wondered whether you are really a lady who is pretending to be a tart for the kicks, or if you are a genuine slut. On the evidence of your cunt I'd say you're a slut. But I'll know for sure soon."

She looked back questioningly over her shoulder.

"I'm going to have some fun. If you're really a lady you'll endure it, but if you're really a slut you'll enjoy it." With that I rammed two fingers hard into her pussy without warning. Her back arched and she let out a strangled 'aaghh' of surprise. I pulled my fingers back and rammed them in again, again her back arched and she cried out.

Now I placed my other hand on the back of her neck and held her head down against the bed, making her lie flat across my lap and holding her still while I wriggled my fingers around inside her. She began making little whimpers of pleasure and her pussy got wetter. I turned my hand over so that my fingers faced downwards, towards her front, and searched for her G spot until a loud 'mmm' told me I'd found it and I rubbed against it with my fingertips, setting Becky on the journey to orgasm. I played around inside her pussy, amusing myself by moving in and out, inserting another finger, then removing it again, wriggling my fingers, rubbing the against her pussy walls and massaging her G spot. She responded to all of it, getting hotter and hotter, writhing slightly against my bare skin and making continuous little whimpers, and all the time I held her head flat against the bed I could tell that the embarrassment of being held down over my knee was adding to her arousal, and she was rapidly approaching her climax. But a climax was something I wasn't going to let her have, yet.

"Are you going to cum?" I asked her.

"Yes, Yes, soon, and it's going to be a big one!" I could tell just how randy and excited she felt by the thickness of her voice.

"No, you're not. Not until I let you." I pulled my fingers from inside her and rested my hand on her bottom, wetting her cheek with her own juices. She stiffened with surprise and then I could almost feel her physically slump with disappointment.

"You see." I told her. "If you cum you'll just prove you're a slut, a dirty whore, a sex mad bitch on heat, and I'll have to treat you like one. So you can't cum yet."

"I'm not going to be able to stop it." She was squirming against me, so close was her climax.

"Maybe not, but I can!" I raised my hand from her bottom and then brought it down again hard against her tender flesh. This time her cry was of pain and shock rather than pleasure. Her bottom quivered with the impact and she tried to arch her back again, but I was still holding the back of her neck. 

I drew back my hand and did it again, then again, and again, sometimes on one cheek, sometimes on the other, but each smack hard enough to make her cry out in real pain. She wriggled, trying to avoid the worst of her spanking, but I just held her down and continued, intent on giving her the spanking she had asked for. At one point she put her hands behind her to cover her smarting bottom, but then I simply smacked her across the fleshy part of her arms until she moved them. 

The rain of blows did not fall in rapid succession, in fact between each I often deliberately left a gap of a few seconds. Sometimes I did nothing except wait and let Becky anticipate the next smack, and sometimes I gently massaged her burning cheeks. Then, of course, she could predict when the next smack would be from when I lifted my hand away, and that was all an intentional part of the spanking, to make her tense up with fear. 

But, for all that I was intent on inflicting pain on her, I wanted her to get perverse pleasure from it, and all the usual signs of arousal were masked by her reactions to the pain in her bottom. So several times after landing a particularly heavy smack, I ran my hand down between her legs and pushed my fingers up inside her, checking the wetness of her pussy under the guise of playing. I needn't have worried, Becky was soaking and I could feel her pussy gaping wide between swollen labia. There was no doubt about it, being spanked was a real turn-on for Becky and I now felt confident to take things further. 

When I did eventually stop, both cheeks were bright pink and feeling hot, and Becky was wriggling again, but this time from the pain in her tender backside. I gently massaged her glowing bottom, feeling the heat from her skin on my already tingling hand. She eventually stopped wriggling, but she was still breathing very disjointedly, her breath catching in her throat with almost every intake.

"Please make me cum now!" Pain and passion had tightened her voice nearly to incoherence.

"It seems you're a genuine slut after all, so, yes sweetheart, I'll make you cum, so long as you accept the consequences"

Once again I thrust my fingers inside Becky, doing it without any foreplay or preamble, just ramming them full length into her and then thrusting in and out of her pussy. It must have taken all of a minute before Becky's orgasm exploded through her. She cried out, kicking with her feet and thrusting with her hips as if trying to fuck my lap. She grabbed handfuls of duvet and screwed them round as she fought to handle the waves of ecstasy sweeping through her, and she pushed back against my hand so hard that it hurt the base of my fingers. I was still gripping the back of her head and, if it were not for that, I believe she would have ended in a heap on the floor, so hard did she jerk against me.

Afterwards I relaxed my grip on her head but left both of my hands where they were while Becky fought to get her breath back and regain control of her still twitching body.

"Oh my God, that was so fucking intense, thank you." She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes shining. "Getting spanked is so bloody fantastic, it hurts so much, but it's so fucking nice." I still had my fingers deep inside Becky's pussy, and now I started to move them around inside her, not thrusting or rubbing or anything, just moving randomly. Becky moaned under her breath.

"You will do it again, won't you?" She asked, a strange anxiety showing in her voice, part need and part fear. "I don't know why, but it makes me cum so much harder. I want it again soon, please."

"Have I said that today is over yet?" I answered her question with one of my own.

"Are you going to spank me some more? But I want it much harder next time, till it really hurts me." 

I looked at her bottom, still glowing pink from her earlier bout. Pink was nice, but red would be nicer, and I had very intention of seeing it red. My cock twitched at the thought.

"If I think you deserve it, but you'll have to wait and see."

For a while she lay quiet, accepting my answer without reacting, except for little noises from my fingers still playing inside her. But when I pulled my fingers from her vagina, intending to play with her clit, she put her hands flat against the bed and made to push herself up and get off my knee. I immediately tightened my other hand onto the back of her neck and pushed her back down face first onto the bed.

"Have I said we are done? I asked.

"No, but..."

"No, but, nothing. I said I would make you cum if you would accept the consequences of being my slut. One of those consequences is that I will say when you may get up."

As I talked I thrust my fingers back to explore as deep inside her as I could reach. She groaned and laid back face down, her bottom still draped unceremoniously over my lap and my hand disappearing between her legs. I played with her until her breathing betrayed her increasing arousal again, and then I quietly took away my hand and reached for a drawer in the bedside chest.

Becky looked around as best she could to see what I was doing, but she said nothing and made no attempt to move this time. She even managed not to react when she saw me fish out a tube of lube and then leave the drawer open so that I could reach in again when I needed to. I was surprised and pleased with her silent acceptance of whatever was to come.

I let go of her neck to take the cap from the lube and squeeze a good sized blob onto my fingers. Then I used one hand to hold open the cheeks of her bottom while I applied the lube to her anus with the other. She jumped a little from the cold gel, but otherwise remained still, only her breathing revealing how she felt.

Her sphincter offered very little resistance to my finger as I pushed it into her backside, her randy state and the lubricant allowing me to enter her back door easily and deeply. Becky took a little hissing breath as my finger slid home, but otherwise gave no reaction, accepting my invasion meekly. Once there I began to push in and out, steadily finger fucking her while still holding open her cheeks to watch what I was doing. There was still no reaction, but I suppose it must have been a strange sensation to be draped across someone's knee like that while they shove a finger into your rectum. I wanted her to feel embarrassed, even humiliated, by my action, but I couldn't tell how effective it was.

It wasn't long before Becky did begin react though, her breathing became less coordinated again, and she started to move her hips sinuously against my thighs. I answered that by pulling my finger right back until it was only just inside her and then working my next finger in alongside it. Becky gasped as the two fingers slid back into her rectum, and then moaned with pleasure very quietly at each thrust as her second orgasm began to creep up on her. 

"Will you fuck my arse?" She asked after a while and when her orgasm seemed closer. She had urgency in her voice, as if she really, really wanted it and wanted it right now.

"Wait and see."

"Are you going to fuck my arse? I want you to fuck my arse."

I took my fingers from her rectum and slapped her hard, once on each buttock, making her cry out from surprise and pain.

"I said, wait and see! If you feel my cock slide in, you'll know your arse is going to be fucked. If you don't feel me enter you, then it isn't going to be, is it?"

She was silent.

"Do you think you've proved yourself as a slut?" I asked after a short pause.

Becky nodded silently in reply.

"Tell me what you think you are."

"I am a slut. I am a complete, nasty, dirty, sex mad slut. I will do anything you wish, I will be fucked in any hole you wish, by anything you wish – or anybody you wish." 

She looked back at me with the glint of lust in her eye. Her bottom might have been sore, but the things we were doing were making her feel very horny and up for anything. She was deliberately talking dirty with the intention of egging me on, something she confirmed with what she said next.

"All I ask is that you spank me and use me as you see fit, and make me cum as often as you like."

"You don't think you should be making me cum then?" I asked her sarcastically.

She realised her mistake. "Of course. I didn't mention it because I thought it went without saying." 

I had to give her full marks for a good recovery.

"Then you had better start now. Kneel down and suck my cock."

If you have never been in the position to simply order a beautiful woman to kneel and suck you off with every expectation of obedience, then you can have no idea of the buzz that comes with it, even before her mouth closes over you. To make a woman act like that gives a tremendous feeling of power, almost like an Eastern Potentate with his body slave.

Becky is always very good with her mouth, and this time in particular the moment her lips closed over the head of my cock I knew I was going to enjoy it. She seemed as though she were determined to give me the best head she's ever given anyone and she really worked at it. I looked down at her kneeling between my knees and I could see just the top of her head as she concentrated solely on my pleasure.




Simon and Becky Ch. 07



The first thing she did was to coat my cock with a layer of saliva, running her mouth and tongue along its length until it was all wet and shiny. Then, making a ring from finger and thumb she started to rub them up and down my shaft, while her mouth worked on my cock head. God, it was good. Her tongue traced wet rings around my head, swirling and circling round and over, while her lips pistoned up and down in concert with her hand, sucking hard on me all the time. Then her hand wrapped itself around my balls and rolled them around, sending me another step towards heaven.

I'm tempted to say that I could have stood Becky's attentions forever, but that wouldn't be quite accurate. In truth I could have stood them until about five seconds after I'd shot my load into her mouth, but that's a physical limitation not a preference, and I have to say that Becky's mouth over my cock that day was one of the most fantastic sensations I've ever felt.

I had intended that this should only be an instructional interlude before I reddened her backside further. I was just going to cum in her mouth to let her know who made the decisions, but she was so good with her tongue that I soon wanted more.

"Stop!" She stopped immediately, looking up at me in bewilderment. 

I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back, my cock pointing skywards. "Now sit on me."

She did as she was told without question or hesitation, climbing onto the bed and straddling me. Then just as she was guiding my cock into her pussy I spoke again.

"Not in your cunt! Put it up your arse! That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

She smiled hesitantly, and then nodded, moving the head of my cock backwards to rest against her rear entrance. Her anus was still slippery with gel and my cock was wet from her saliva, so my cock ought to enter her without much difficulty, but she still lowered herself onto it very slowly, a look of intense concentration on her face as she impaled herself on me. There was a brief moment of resistance from her sphincter before the head of my cock pushed past it, accompanied by a gasp of pleasure from Becky, and then she slid slowly down my shaft, still gasping softly as more and more of my length was taken into her rectum. Eventually her cheeks met my thighs and she smiled, knowing that she contained all of me. 

For a short while she remained kneeling motionless as she adjusted to the sensation of having my cock buried all the way inside her arse. Then she leaned forward, placed her hands either side of my shoulders and began raising and lowering herself onto my shaft, her breasts swinging in front of me and the look of concentration on her face softened by one of disbelief and excitement.

"I've got you, all of you!" She meant my cock in her arse.

I was thinking along different lines and reached up, grasping her nipples firmly between fingers and thumbs.

"No, I've got you!" I gave her nipples a little twist to emphasise my point.

Becky gasped and winced. "Oh, yeesss! I like that." 

I did it again, squeezing her rubbery little teats hard at the same time. She groaned this time, and her movement on my cock stopped briefly.

"Don't stop. Keep pounding your arse on my cock." 

This time I squeezed and twisted very hard and her gasp was almost a scream. Seeing her face contorted with arousal from the pain in her abused nipples turned me on immensely, and I did it again, even harder. This time she did scream, though she did her best to stifle it. She was looking very aroused and close to cumming. The speed with which she impaled herself on my cock was increasing all the time, and now she was bouncing up and down and grunting from the effort.

"Simon, I'm nearly there, please keep doing it and let me cum."

I had no intention of stopping, though why seeing the woman I love in pain from my efforts should make me so randy is something that I've found difficult to come to terms with. But, so long as we both like it and we do no permanent damage, why worry. Anyway, I was close on cumming myself and wanted to make her cum too, so I gripped her nipples firmly, digging in with my nails, then pulled and twisted as hard as I could. 

She exploded into orgasm, screaming out loud, and I do mean screaming, as her climax ripped through her. She threw herself backward, intent on pulling at her own nipples, but actually only succeeding in yanking them from my grip, and rammed herself down onto my cock so hard that I had actual bruises on my groin the next day. Throwing herself forward again, she threw her arms around my neck and flattened herself against me, her voice repeating 'yes, yes, yes,' in my ear. Then she clamped her mouth over mine just as my own orgasm hit and spurt after spurt of my cum flooded into her rectum. 

Afterwards we lay with Becky on top of me, with my slowly subsiding cock still embedded in her spunk filled arse, our hearts hammering in our chests, our lungs heaving and our mouths locked together, tongues fencing affectionately. Eventually I had to break free, if only to try and get my breath back, and I lay looking up at Becky, who in turn looked down at me through teary eyes.

"Are you ok?" I asked finally, still breathless, watching a tear run gently down her cheek.

"Am I ever?" She replied, still panting but with a broad smile breaking out. "That was fucking fantastic, but God, it did hurt!" I remembered her crying from pleasure once before so I wasn't over worried.

"It's a good job we don't have neighbours," I quipped.

"I'm sorry I yelled, but it was too intense not to. That was so fucking good."

"Good. 'Cos we've not finished yet." I looked at her as she absorbed that news. "Off you get, I'm going to make your backside even redder than it is now."

She obediently climbed off, my cock slipping from her anus, and stood beside the bed, trembling slightly. I walked across the bedroom, picked up a bedroom chair and set it down beside her.

"Now bend over that chair from the back with your hands on the seat." I had thought of tying her wrists to the chair, but decided against it. She did as I asked without comment.

I went to the chest and took two things from the drawer. One was a leather paddle, about twelve inches long by two wide. The other was a whip comprising of about twelve thongs and a braided handle, and that was about two and a half feet long from the tip of the thongs to the loop at the end of the handle. I showed them to Becky and she nodded.

"Do you remember the safe word?" I wanted to be sure.

"Yes, I ask for 'mercy." Becky looked up at me, her lip trembling a little. "Simon, do it hard. I want you to take me right up to the moment before I need to ask." 

She lowered her head and gripped hard onto the edges of the chair seat. She was ready.

I picked up the paddle with my left hand and ran my right hand over her smooth skin, softly caressing her back and her bottom before running my hand several times up and down the back of her thighs. She felt so nice, and she looked so vulnerable. I moved the paddle to my right hand.

The first blow with the paddle was a fairly gentle one upwards to her left bum cheek, catching her under the fullness of its curve. She jerked a little and grunted softly. The second one was the same, but to the other cheek, and got the same result. 

From then on I rained a series of slaps with the paddle over her bottom and the backs of her thighs. At first they were not heavy, more like sharp little raps than hard smacks, but then I began to increase both the rate and severity of their delivery until I was beating virtually a continuous tattoo on her flesh. 

When I started Becky bent impassively over the chair, just grunting slightly each time the paddle landed. But as the blows grew harder and more frequent she began to respond, gasping and whimpering quietly, squirming a little under the paddle as the pain accumulated from successive slaps. Her bottom grew redder, her thighs began to glow and she gripped the chair until her knuckles shone white. I was expecting her to call 'mercy' at any moment, but she both enjoyed and endured the pain. Then I stopped.

My sudden cessation was deliberate, and intended to unsettle Becky, to make her unsure what was coming next. Now instead of harsh pain I gave her gentle pleasure by softly massaging her bottom and stroking her back. At least that's what I intended, and at first, hearing Becky's shallow gasping breathing begin to return to normal I thought I was succeeding, but this lady of mine is full of surprises.

"Fuck me Simon. Fuck me or hit me, I don't care which, but keep going."

Her voice was thick and jerky with pain and arousal mixed, and she obviously meant what she said. I was so surprised I stopped stroking her for the moment.

"That's it, stop pissing about and fuck me. C'mon, fill my cunt with cock, fuck me." Becky looked around with her face full of lust, her expression sagging from disappointment when she spotted my cock, still only half erect after my recent climax.

"I want fucking Simon, I need a cock up me. If you can't fuck me then keep spanking me."

"Shut up, slut!" I hit her hard across both arse cheeks with the paddle. She groaned with pleasure.

"That's it, call me names, spank my arse or fuck my cunt." A pause. "Or the other way round if you like!"

I had no intention of spanking her pussy; I didn't have the experience at that stage to dare try. I do now, but I didn't then. So instead I put down the paddle and picked up the whip.

Whips create a very different kind of pain to paddles. Paddles sting, but whips give a much hotter pain. I wanted to see how she coped with that.

She hadn't noticed me change weapons, and when the whip first kissed her back, even though I didn't do it hard, she jumped and yelped. She was ready for the second, and the third, and by the time I'd got through the first ten she was moaning loudly at each stroke.

I paused to admire my handiwork; the little fiery welts across her back looked so good against the white of her skin. The effect on my cock was dramatic, and I was rock hard again in an instant. My sadistic streak was well to the fore.

"Don't stop!" Becky interrupted my reverie. "Do it again, do it harder, it hurts like hell, but it's so fucking nice."

The need in her voice was urgent, so I did it again, just a bit harder, then again, harder still, until I was laying it on quite heavily and Becky was gasping and crying out at every stroke. I didn't keep landing on the same spot, of course, I moved randomly up and down the length of her body, until she was bright red all along her back from shoulders to knees. As I whipped her she kept groaning with the pain, but within the moans I kept hearing words, so I listened carefully in case she was asking for mercy, but all I could make out were the words 'again', yes, and "keep going," muttered under her breath.

Very soon my cock was so hard it felt uncomfortably close to bursting, and I was longing to thrust it deep into Becky's pussy. The marks on her back and the beautiful redness of her skin combined with her pain noises to make me as horny as hell. She had been asking to be fucked earlier, and if she asked again, I knew she's get it. In fact it got so that I was pausing in the middle of things to see if I could trigger the request, but to no avail. In the end my own need got so intense that I just put down the whip, grabbed Becky's hips with my hands and pulled her straight back to impale her on my cock. I groaned loudly as my cock slid deeply into her soaking wet pussy. If I'd ever wondered if she genuinely enjoyed pain, then I had all doubts removed by her swollen gaping labia and the sopping state of her madly lubricating vagina. She was loving every minute of it, and so was I. 

Once I was inside her I began fucking her as hard as I could, ramming my cock deep into her, hauling back on her hips to get the maximum penetration into her cunt. She was crying out in her ecstasy, the noises of her pleasure even louder than the noises of pain I'd heard earlier, dwarfed only by the noise of my body slapping against her backside as I stroked in and out.

I was still a bit slow at cumming because it wasn't that long since I'd climaxed before, so it was Becky who came first, noisily warning me as her orgasm got closer.

"I'm going to cum soon, Simon, don't stop," At first her warnings were relatively restrained, but as she got closer she became louder and more abandoned.

"That's it, keep fucking me, I'm gonna cum. Yes! Keep going, do it harder."

By now she was pushing back against my every stroke.

"Come on, Simon, harder, fuck me, fill my cunt! Keep fucking my cunt, spunk up me, I want your load in me!"

Her words were now being shouted, as if she was deliberately trying to shock the world with her language.

"That's it, I'm nearly there, I'm gonna cum. Push your big cock right up me. C'mon, shoot your load in my cunt. Yes, yes, yes, I'm there, fuck me, yes, I'm cumming. I'm cuuummmmiiinnnnggg!"

Her voice tailed of into incoherence as she bucked and jerked, her body being thrust shuddering and quivering back onto my cock. I just held on to her hips and pushed hard up her, waiting until she regained control before beginning to thrust in and out of her once more.

Even when her climax had passed she still didn't come down from the high plane of arousal she was on. Nor did she go quiet. Although she was no longer shouting, she was still giving a running commentary as I continued to fuck her.

"That's it, keep going. God, that's good. I came really hard and I think I can cum again. So don't stop fucking me.

She was still pushing back at me, but now it was controlled and she matched me stroke for stroke, pulling forward as I went back, and then shoving back onto me as I thrust into her, magnifying the effect. It was a truly amazing shag.

"Don't stop Simon, it's so fucking nice feeling your cock sliding in and out and I'm getting close again."

By now so was I, and her words pretty much tipped the balance for me so that seconds later I was emptying myself into her pussy, shooting spurts of cum deep into her. The sensation was tremendous. I was so horny from the things we'd been doing and from Becky's sluttish behaviour that I came as hard as I would have done if it had been the first time for a month.

My climax was so powerful that when I had finished I was standing bent over her, panting and gasping for breath with my rapidly subsiding cock slipping from her sopping wet pussy. My hands were still clamped around her hips, pulling her against me, and my heart was pounding, my legs trembling and I was finding it impossible to speak. 

Becky was getting closer to her own climax and was rubbing herself on me and trying her hardest to keep my cock pumping into her. When it quickly softened and slipped from her she groaned, then pulled herself away from me and lay on the bed, wincing visibly as her back touched the duvet. I just collapsed in a spent heap beside her.

"Oh God, I need to fuck." Becky groaned quietly to herself, but I heard her and sympathised helplessly.

She lay back, opened her legs and began rapidly strumming her clit, gazing at me with an apologetic half-smile on her lips.

"I've got to, Simon, I'm too close to stop." I nodded and she smiled her thanks before closing her eyes and abandoning herself to the sensations in her pussy.

I watched mesmerised as her fingers flew across her clit, rubbing, teasing, flicking and pulling at it, making her hips twitch and jerk and a series of little whimpers pass her lips. Sometimes the whimpers articulated words and I heard her talking to herself as she masturbated. 

"Yes, that's it, a bit harder, that's right. Now finger fuck it, yes, keep doing that."

It was as if she were giving herself instructions as she went. If I hadn't been so completely spent I would have found it extremely erotic. It wasn't long before she was back teetering on the edge of orgasm, and then her frustration showed through.

"Yes, nearly there, you can do it. Oh, why isn't somebody going to fuck me? I need something in my cunt!" The last sentence was shouted out loud, sheer need framing her words.

Then she came, and her fingers were rammed deep into her pussy and held pushed right inside her as her body once again jerked and juddered in climax. I lay watching in awe at the power of her climax, noting that this time she actually did ejaculate, and her little stream of juices caused a wet patch on the bed. Becky didn't care, in fact I'm pretty sure she didn't even notice, because as soon as her orgasm passed she rolled onto her stomach and went to sleep. In fact she dropped off so quickly that I thought for a while that she fainted, and maybe she had, but she was breathing softly and contentedly, so I left her to it and went to the kitchen for a coffee and a think. 

My thoughts were somewhat troubled. I was concerned about just how much of the sadist had been revealed in me today. I hadn't realised how much I enjoyed hurting her, and the idea worried me a little. But then after remembering how much Becky had egged me on, and how much she had obviously wanted it, I wasn't so concerned. I did, however, determine that I would 'monitor' myself, and if I found that discipline was becoming an end in itself I would stop indulging, no matter how much Becky wanted it. Having sorted that out to my own satisfaction I made another coffee and relaxed. My conversation with myself obviously lasted a fair bit longer than those words might imply, but it gives the gist of it.

It was about an hour later that Becky surfaced, wandering into the kitchen wearing a bathrobe and a sheepish look.

"I fell asleep, didn't I?" 

She sat down, very stiffly and very gingerly.

"That was absolutely incredible. I've never felt anything so intense, so bloody marvellous."

She looked at me.

"We will do it again, won't we?"

"Oh, yes. Very soon" I replied, my conscience cleared.



Simon and Becky Ch. 08



I sat drinking at the kitchen table drinking a cold beer. It must be said that I'm not normally one for beer, vodka is more my thing, but summer had struck with a vengeance and I was hiding from the sun and trying to stay cool. Simon was out visiting some friends and everything was prepared for lunch when he came back. So I sat drinking beer and waiting for him. He had phoned to say he had news but wouldn't say what, and I was intrigued. Why on earth would anybody phone to not tell somebody what he had called about? And then they say that women are illogical.

It wasn't long before I heard the car crunch up the drive and the door slam as he got out. It hadn't been long, but it had been long enough for me to have fruitlessly racked my brains over what he could be on about, and now I was more intrigued than ever.

"Hi honey." He breezed in smiling, looked at my glass, planted a peck on my cheek and kept going. "Pour me a beer please, love, I'm just going to get a quick shower."

"Ok, don't be long." I answered. 'Yes milord', I thought. 

He was true to his word though, for only three or four minutes later he was in his bathrobe, sitting himself down at the kitchen table, trying to towel his hair, and pick up a beer all at the same time. After he'd compromised and put down the towel to pick up the beer, he looked at me and smiled again. He could see I was waiting for him to tell me.

"Ok, well the only way to start this is to just start it." I sort of knew what he meant, but wondered even more what he was going to say.

"Do you remember when we were in that wood watching that couple having a sexy lunch hour?"

He looked at me questioningly, so I nodded.

"Do you remember wishing they were watching us as well?"

I nodded again.

"And do you remember that afterwards we talked and said that if we ever got the chance we would have sex with other people deliberately watching?"

I nodded yet again, a bit more enthusiastically this time because I thought I could see where the conversation was heading.

"Well, I've got it arranged." He was grinning from ear to ear.

I looked at him astonished. I really didn't think he'd ever set that up. Yes, I thought he'd go for it if the opportunity came about naturally, but I never expected him to go out and arrange it. There was one question I desperately needed to ask.

"Who with?"

"Ah! Now that's something I'm not at liberty to divulge."

"What? Don't be stupid, I'm bound to find out sooner or later." 

"Actually, no you're not."

I looked at Simon open-mouthed. What I'd heard didn't make any sense whatever. Simon could see my confusion and grinned widely.

"Ok, I'll explain. This all stems from a conversation with a man in a bar, and it's a bit complicated, But listen it through?" It was a question rather than a statement, so I nodded, again.

"Ok, he and his wife are thinking of doing just what we're thinking of, that is, of making love in the presence of another couple who are also having sex. The only problem, if it is a problem, is that we know them." 

I looked at him still confused. "But surely knowing the people concerned would be a bonus, wouldn't it?"

"Ok, maybe it would to us, but bear with me and you'll understand." If he said 'ok' just once more I reckoned I'd thump him, but I let him go on.

"Right about know he's having much the same conversation with her, and he and I have agreed that if either lady says 'no' then it'll never be mentioned again. Now, he knows that his partner would get very inhibited if someone she knew was watching them because she'd be embarrassed the next time she met them, but she wants to try having someone there. So she really needs it to be a stranger, and to get around that we've agreed that you will wear a blindfold, so that you won't recognise who it is, but will know that someone is there."

"Now wait a minute." I'd heard enough. "That sounds typically a male solution to me. The men get to watch and the women get to perform. You want me to lie there and let you fuck me with another couple watching. Then you get to watch them doing it, but I can't? You can fuck off!"

Then I thought about it for a minute. "So, why doesn't just she wear a blindfold as well to make things fairer?"

"Because we think it would be very, very sexy for you to be exposed and not know who to. Just think about it. Wouldn't you like to lie there making love with me, knowing that another couple are there watching? You wouldn't know who it was, what they were doing, or what effect we were having on them. All you'd know is what you could hear, and I bet you'd lie there trying to interpret every little gasp and groan – and try and figure out who it was. I also bet that you'd get as randy as hell afterwards looking at all our friends and wondering which it was."

I looked at Simon with a massive frown on my face, but in reality, the more I thought about it the more the idea appealed to my submissive side. Yes, it would be a turn on to be displayed to somebody whilst blindfolded. And yes, I would get a kick out of wondering which of my friends I'd heard climaxing next to me. In fact, I was getting a slippery pussy just contemplating the idea.

"All right! If she agrees, I'll do it. But, another time I want to do it again with another couple, in plain sight."

"Done!" Simon was grinning again, too much for my liking. "But before you say yes finally here's what he and I worked out. It'll have to be a here, because you might recognize the other woman's home. And there can be no talking, because you might recognize their voices and it wouldn't be fair for you to chat away when they can't."

"So they're close friends, then?" That seemed fairly obvious now.

"Fairly! But I'm not answering any more questions about them. I know you; you'll try and figure it out."

The next couple of hours went very slowly and in almost total silence as I mulled things over, trying, just as Simon had predicted, to work out who it might be. Then the phone rang and Simon went to answer it. I could hear most of his side of the conversation, but it was too short to give anything away.

He came back and sat down. "Ok, we're on. It's arranged for next Tuesday evening."

I already knew that from what I'd heard, so know all I had to do was find out which of my friends was busy next Tuesday.

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By the time Tuesday came round I was feeling completely outsmarted. They had picked Tuesday because it was the only bloody evening when it seemed nobody was doing anything. I'd rung Kathy, she's a widow so I knew it wouldn't be her, and asked her to ring around our friends pretending she was trying to raise a mythical card school, I didn't tell her why of course, just that Simon had invited surprise guests and I wanted to find out who. Every single person she spoke to was available. I suspected very strongly that Simon had got to them first; I just hope he didn't say why.

It got to be a few minutes before the appointed hour, so we went up to the bedroom where I stripped off and put on the blindfold, and then lay on the bed to wait. I'd wanted to do it this way, just strip off and wait so that two of my friends could walk in and find me like that, naked and waiting, and I can honestly say that I've never had such a feeling of excited trepidation as I did then. There can be nothing like being naked and blindfolded for making you feel vulnerable and helpless. I had no idea how they would react, I just trusted Simon to look after me.

"Remember." He said. "No talking."

"Would you like me to orgasm in sign language?" I asked him with nervous sarcasm, speaking the last words I would say for the next couple of hours.

I heard him moving around, and then I felt him climb on the bed with me, and to my surprise, he took me in his arms. For the next few minutes we held each other and kissed passionately, our arousal held at bay for the moment but our need for mutual support and consent very much to the fore. I was as randy as fuck but scared to death, and I needed Simon to reassure me that everything was ok.

Then the doorbell rang and I knew our guests had arrived. Simon climbed from the bed and went down to answer it. My pussy got slippery. 

A couple of minutes elapsed, during which time my throat dried up and my heart tried to hammer its way out of my chest, and then I heard the bedroom door open and soft steps shuffle into the room.

It's true what they say. If you are deprived of one sense you make up for it by an increased acuteness in the others. I couldn't see a thing, but I was aware of two more people in the room from their breathing, even knowing roughly whereabouts they were and how far away. I was also very aware of increased levels of tension and excitement, as if all four of us knew that we were on the edge of a potentially thrilling experience. 

I listened intently, picking up the sounds of buttons popping, zips being released and clothing whispering as it was removed. Then the noises stopped and I knew, with absolute certainty, that we were all naked and that everyone else would be eyeing up each others bodies, including mine. Knowing, without seeing, that I was now in a room with three other naked people soon got my heart racing again and I felt my pussy begin to lubricate even more. God, you have no idea just how erotic it felt, scary and embarrassing, but such a fucking turn on.

Then Simon took my hand and pulled upwards as an unmistakable signal for me to stand up. I swung my legs from the bed, unconsciously trying to keep my knees together as if alighting from a car in a short skirt, and then smiled to myself at my own instinctive modesty. As soon as I was upright I felt Simon's hands go to my upper arms from behind me and he walked me slowly and carefully forward a couple of yards, before bringing me to a halt. Releasing my arms, he took hold of my wrist and guided my hand until it rested on a feminine cheek, the unexpected contact bringing home just what we were doing and, to my surprise, making me blush. Then he moved me so that my fingers traced the other person's eyes, proving, I suppose, that she was not wearing a blindfold. Incongruously I noted that she was a little shorter than me, but with roughly the same fringe of hair. He guided my hand lower until it was grazing the skin of her shoulder and then moved on lower still, coming to rest with my palm flat against her breast, proving to me that she was nude. Her breast was full and heavy like mine, and her nipple erect and engorged. So at least I was not the only naked girl, and certainly not the only one feeling aroused. It seemed to me, though perhaps I imagined it, that she deliberately pushed her breast more firmly against my hand, perhaps trying to overcome shyness or maybe feeling pleasure from a woman's touch?

Then he moved me a pace or so to the left and guided my wrist once more. This time I was touching a naked man's chest, his wiry hair and firm pectoral muscles moving under my hand in time with his breathing. My hand was carefully guided down his body until it rested on his hip without touching anything exciting. At least I now knew that there was indeed another couple present and that they were undressed.

"That's all the clues you're getting." He whispered into my ear as he led me back to the bed, backing me up against it until I had to sit down, and then pressing on my shoulders until I got the idea and lay flat. I felt disappointed that he hadn't let my hand go a bit further, even though I knew he shouldn't.

I was still wriggling myself comfortable when I felt the bed give a little as another weight came onto it and another body was making itself comfy. Just for a moment, as she adjusted herself, her knee touched my thigh and her shoulder rested against my arm, fleeting, inconsequential contacts, but they brought home to me just what we were doing, and I suddenly felt twice as horny. Now I wanted, needed, Simon to touch me, play with me and fuck me, in the knowledge that this other girl would see exactly what we were doing. I spread my legs just a little, conscious of sharing the bed but hoping that Simon would take the hint. Then, instinctively I suppose, I reached down and touched my own pussy, spreading my lips and playing softly with my clit. I don't know why I did it, but I just couldn't help it I felt so damn randy. My pussy was running with my juices.

Then I heard a gasp, just a little stifled gasp but loud in the blind silence, from just next to me and I knew the fun had started. I lay for what seemed like ages, waiting to be touched, straining my ears for further signs from beside me, but nothing seemed to be happening and I carried on gently playing. 

Perhaps if I'd thought about it I would have realised that my playing with myself was the reason why Simon wasn't. And I have no doubt now that he and the others were watching me, maybe exchanging knowing smiles and waiting to see if I would make myself cum. But the only things that crossed my mind then were the need to be sexy and the pleasure of knowing that an unidentified couple would see me. 

Simon must finally have decided he'd watched long enough and it was time to join in, for I suddenly felt his hand on my breast, squeezing and kneading my flesh quite firmly. For a split second I harboured the thought that this might not be Simon's hand, but then his lips found my mouth and we kissed. There was no mistaking Simon's kiss. Simon kisses with his tongue, insinuating it between my lips, probing into my mouth, tasting me and never giving me the chance to properly reciprocate. He was kneeling beside the bed, leaning over to kiss me and my free arm came up behind him, holding him and pulling him down closer. We were locked in a loving and very sexy embrace while all the while he moulded my breast and I played gently with my clit. I can only hope that it looked as good to them as it felt to me.

What the other couple were doing I wasn't sure, but they were certainly engaged in some form of love play. Even as Simon snogged me I could hear the sounds of their kissing, the occasional faint gasp or sigh, and even the sound skin moving on skin and skin sliding over bedclothes. To lie there only inches away and listen is a very sexy experience. 

When our kiss ended Simon moved down the bed a little, releasing my breast from his hand so that his mouth might take its place and then sliding his hand down my body, caressing my skin as he went. It felt very nice too, just the feel of my man's hand gliding over my flesh in full view of two of my friends was a turn on, especially as his lips clamped over my nipple and he started sucking hard. It was pretty clear where his hand was headed to, so as it got nearer its target I moved my own hand away to let him touch me. 

I let my hand drop onto the bed alongside my hip, but instead of finding bedclothes it found the hand of my companion, the girl lying next to me. In surprise I made to pull my hand away again, but she grabbed my fingers and then, with a little shuffle, manoeuvred us until we were holding hands like a couple of kids. There is something comforting about having someone else's hand in your own, especially in strange situations, and it certainly felt good to me.

I love having Simon play with my clit; he's very good at it and can have me climbing the walls within minutes, and this time the effect was multiplied by the girl's hand holding mine as a constant reminder that we were not in private. Couple that with the randiness I'd felt all day from sheer anticipation and it's no surprise that I climaxed almost immediately. 

I think I tried to suppress it out of shyness, because it seemed to take ages to burst. It was like a volcano, you know, building and building, sending out little bursts of smoke and steam until eventually the pressure becomes too much and it erupts sending streams of molten lava? Well, that's how my climax went, making me hotter and hotter, with little shafts of pleasure making me gasp and jerk, until in the end it rolled over me like the lava of the volcano, engulfing me in a torrent of pleasure that had me calling out, my legs held wide and my pelvis lifted from the bed. God, it was so good, made even better by the knowledge going through my head all the time that I was being watched, that it was my first public orgasm. I don't know how the girl next to me coped, because I know I must have squeezed her fingers unmercifully in the heat of my climax, but I was grateful for the contact.

When my hips eventually settled back onto the bed and I lay panting and spent I felt Simon's lips nudge my ear and he whispered with a smile in his voice. "I think you nearly got a round of applause."

I grinned hugely from the implied compliment and mentally checked that my legs were still open. I wanted everyone to see my sopping wet pussy and know that I wanted more. Cumming in front of others is like a drug, you do it once and the buzz it gives makes you want to do it again. One thing was for sure, I wouldn't be shy next time.

Simon still had his hand resting on my thigh, up next to my pussy, and I was hoping he'd play with me again, but his hand moved away. That meant that for a moment the only human contact I had was with the hand still holding mine, and it made me conscious of her fingers tightening on mine. I could tell that she was also on the verge of cumming.

The noises she made when she did cum were strange strangled cries and gasps, obviously deliberately held back in case I recognised the voice, but I could sense a very intense orgasm. Her fingers gripped mine like a vice and I could feel her body rising and falling on the bed next to me. Then her grip slackened, her orgasmic noises stopped and she lay still, her breath panting and ragged.

"Fucking hell, that was..." A sharp 'sshhhh' silenced her momentary lapse, and try as I might, I couldn't place that slightly familiar voice. Damn it, why couldn't I be told?

It was my one regret of the whole time, that I didn't know who was there, but before I had time to voice it this time, I felt Simon's weight lowering itself onto me, and the feel of his big cock seeking entrance to my pussy. Once he had entered me I didn't care who was there, I just wanted them to see my pussy cope with him and to watch him fucking me. Beside me I felt the girl move as if she was sitting up for a better look, and I tried to move my leg on that side to let her see. I've no idea, of course, just what they could see, but I hoped and prayed it was everything. Mentally I had this image of myself with my legs back, my pussy distended by Simon's cock and my arse slick with overflowing juices and pulsing as I know it does when I'm really turned on. And boy was I turned on. This was it; I was actually being fucked while other people watched.

You can have no idea just what a thrill it gave me. It was like experiencing a constant low intensity orgasm, that's the best way I can describe it. Constant thrills and waves of intense excitement went through me, and all the time I listened for some indication that our visitors were indeed watching me get fucked. It was pretty quiet most of the time, I guess they were sitting there spell bound, or at least I hope they were, but there were little whispered 'wows' now and again, each one sending another thrill through my exhibitionistic soul. Before long I was climbing to another orgasm, feeling the fire in my belly and the tingling all through me.

This orgasm just about blew me away, it was the most intense, deep and exhausting climax I have ever enjoyed, and besides that it was one of those rare occasions when I actually squirted, ejaculating my fluids into a little pool on the bed. I couldn't see it of course, but I could sense it, and I heard the other girl exclaim in a whisper that I'd 'come all over the sheet', so I knew what had happened. I didn't know if I should be happy or embarrassed at it, but I was so glad I had squirted for them to see that embarrassment didn't matter.




Simon and Becky Ch. 08



I expected Darren to carry on fucking me until he came, but as son as I had cum he pulled out, making me think for the moment he was ashamed of my abandoned behaviour. But then he whispered in my ear and I knew it was for an entirely different reason.

"Would you like him to fuck you as well?"

My heart skipped a beat. It was something we'd spoken of often, switching partners with another couple, but I hadn't expected it to happen today. It didn't matter though, I was so hot that I was game for anything that Simon said was ok.

"Yes please, and are you going to fuck her?" I answered quietly but enthusiastically.

"Yes, darling, I'll be right beside you doing the same as you."

"Then let's do it!"

Then the penny suddenly dropped and I suddenly realised that this had been the intention all along. 

"Simon, you're a bastard, but I love you anyway." I heard him chuckle as he knew he'd been rumbled.

There was no foreplay because none was needed, I was still soaking wet from Simon fucking me and this man's cock was not in Simon's league. Not that I'm saying he was tiny, it's just that Simon is extra big so everything else is comparatively small. My new lover lay on top of me and his cock entered me as easy as that, but next to me I could hear the girl gasping at either the sight or feel of my Simon's weapon.

I got the distinct impression that my partner was waiting for his wife to accommodate Simon, for he didn't move until I heard a sigh of satisfaction beside me and felt the bed begin to move rhythmically. Now I knew that Simon was lying beside me fucking another girl, and the knowledge gave me a stupendous thrill, especially when my partner began to move and I felt his cock thrusting into me. We were both having sex with other people, but doing it with full consent and in full view, at least in my case, of each other. I wrapped my arms around my new partner and let myself dissolve into pleasure.

As I lay there being fucked by a man I couldn't see I could hear and feel the rhythmic movements of sex taking place right next to me. I could hear Simon's heavy breathing and the little noises of effort as he thrust into his partner, and I could hear her little gasps as his cock rammed into her as well as tiny moans of pleasure, moans that were getting more pronounced all the while. It was so erotic listening to this invisible couple making love while feeling my own unseen lover fucking into me that I couldn't help making pleasure noises of my own.

Then I heard Simon speed up his thrusts and I heard skin slapping against skin, and I knew he was getting close to cumming. His partner was also close, her noises, although muffled, were getting more and more noticeable, which is not surprising with nearly nine inches of solid flesh banging into her pussy, and I got hotter myself listening to them close on a simultaneous orgasm. 

Then I heard Simon cry out and I knew that she was receiving spurt on spurt of his fabulous cum, the only instance during the entire time that I felt a pang of jealousy. His cry was followed almost immediately by hers. I know she was trying to keep quiet, but that's easier said than done in the throes of sexual orgasm and I know I heard the word 'yes' repeated several times. God, I knew that voice, but I just couldn't place it. Perhaps when I heard it again after today I would recognise it, and discover who I'd been sharing Simon with, and therefore whose cock was in my pussy right now. I was tempted to rip my blindfold off and take a look, but I managed not to.

For anyone who has never experienced them, two of the most exciting and erotic things that can ever happen to you were happening to me that day, and God, were they making me hot. One is to lie there with a man fucking you and not know who it is. To feel a cock inside your pussy and not know if it is black or white or if its owner is young or old is tremendously exciting, a bit scary, but so exciting, especially when the cock belongs to someone you know, that you're being fucked by someone you're going to meet innocently later on.

The second thrill is listening to a couple making love next to you, knowing that one of them is your partner, knowing exactly what he is doing from the noises he is making and knowing just what the other girl is feeling. I mean, I know what it feels like to have Simon's giant cock thrusting in and out of my pussy and I've got used to his size, but I knew exactly how stretched and full she must have been feeling from his pounding. No wonder she couldn't prevent herself crying out. I could almost feel her delight from across the bed.

But then, with taking so much notice of Simon and his partner, I'd almost missed the fact that my man was ready to cum. I felt him pull back for that final stroke and then he was pumping his cum into me. He was very different to Simon. When Simon came he just held his cock deep inside me and shot his cum right up against my cervix. This man continued to thrust in and out as he came, so that his cum was ejected along the full length of my tunnel, making it all wet and sloppy before he had finished. Then he pulled out and let his slippery cock soften against my belly as he panted and puffed in my ear. I was not over impressed by his technique and I hadn't had another orgasm, but I was so glad that I'd let Simon see me being fucked that I smiled with gratitude at my invisible lover.

For a short while all four of us lay in a tangle on the bed, either recovering from the sex we had just enjoyed or thinking about what had happened. I fell into the second category. It was a thrilling experience that I wanted to repeat, but I was I didn't want this one to be finished yet. I was still hot, still wanting more. My anonymous lover had fucked me good and hard, but compared with Simon he hadn't done the trick and I felt frustrated. That's when Simon let me know that there was more to come by whispering in my ear.

"Just relax, because now you're going to find out why she wants to stay anonymous."

I wondered just what he meant, but before I had chance to think about it I felt two sets of hand grab my ankles and pull my legs wide open.

"What the fuck...?" 

"Don't worry, just relax, you'll like it, I promise." Simon spoke calmly and quietly to me and I forced myself to accept what was happening.

My legs were now held so wide apart and pushed back that it was almost painful; it was as if I was waiting for another fucking. God, it must have looked really lewd to everybody, I wish I could have seen them looking. 

As far as I could tell both sets of hands holding me were masculine and this was confirmed when two cool and soft little feminine hands were placed on my outstretched thighs to keep them wide, and I began to understand what was going to happen. My legs were being held for her benefit, just in case I didn't like the idea, but actually my heart skipped a beat at the realisation that I was just about to be gone down on by a girl. Far from objecting I loved the idea, but I also loved being forced to offer myself to her. 

The first touch of the girl's mouth to my pussy was very light and hesitant, as if she was unsure if she dare. Then I felt her tongue flick across my clit, and I jerked with the unexpected sensation. For a moment or two there was nothing, but then her hands moved from my thighs and I felt her fingers spreading my pussy lips, pushing them wide apart and opening my pussy to her view. I knew without looking that she would now be able to see all of me, even to the point of being able to look into my gaping tunnel. I thrilled to the thought that she could see up inside me and that there was nothing I could do to stop her, and I got an even bigger jolt when a I felt little trickle of cum run from my entrance, knowing that someone I knew was watching it.

I knew the girl had seen the little stream of cum because as I felt it run from my pussy and make its way down to my arsehole I heard a sharp little intake of breath, as if the sight had given her a special buzz. Then I felt her tongue tip return to my pussy and lick along my slit, as if tasting the mixture of cum and pussy juice that was there. It did that again with the tip as if testing the waters, but the next contact was with the flat of the tongue placed full against my arsehole before licking all the way up to my vagina with a gloriously firm pressure. As soon as her tongue reached the end of its journey it was taken away and then I began to understand, she was licking off her husband's cum, collecting it on her tongue as it ran from my hole and taking it into her mouth.

Several times more I felt her tongue travel along my slit, turning me on and giving me a jolt of pure pleasure each time. Then she began to probe into my hole, lapping at the entrance and licking the inside, reaching as far up inside me as she could. Her open mouth was now pressed fully against my pussy, her lips and jaws now taking the place of her fingers in holding my labia open while her tongue explored me, seeking more dollops of his spunk. 

Now I understood her hesitance, why she had tentatively touched me with her tongue before firmly and determinedly clamping her mouth onto me. She was no doubt straight and not finding it easy to have a sexual contact with another woman, but deliberately delving for her husband's cum, lapping it from my cunt, licking and searching with her tongue in order to find it. I guessed she had wanted to do this for ages and I was the means of satisfying her fantasy. No wonder she wanted to stay unseen.

When she had retrieved as much cum as she could reach her mouth was taken from my pussy and I felt two fingers dive deep into me. I could hear her breathing heavily and making tiny grunts of pleasure as she explored me with her fingers before hooking the ends and scooping more spunk from right inside me. Then I heard the sounds of licking and sighs of satisfaction as the fluids were transferred to her mouth, before her fingers returned to my cunt.

I'm not sure, but I think the position I was in appealed to my submissive tendencies, because being held open like that for this obviously inexperienced girl was doing wonders for me. The feel of her mouth and her tongue on my pussy licking and lapping, and then her fingers inside my tunnel, was getting me ready to cum. The very thought that she was taking her own husband's cum from inside my body was so kinky that it was bringing me to a climax. I could feel it boiling up inside my pelvis, you know, that little point of heat that starts to expand and intensify until it overflows from your belly and explodes through the rest of your body. I felt myself on the brink and my hips and thighs were starting to go into spasm as my orgasm hovered in the wings.

"Hold me, I'm going to cum." I could feel that it was going to be a strong climax and I knew I would buck and shudder like mad thing. I wanted to make sure I couldn't unintentionally close my legs.

The girl immediately stopped fingering me, perhaps because I'd said I was cumming and she thought I might squirt again, this time over her, but for whatever it made me worried that I might be left frustrated.

"Don't stop, for God's sake don't stop, there's more spunk inside me yet." I didn't know if that was true, but I just didn't want her to stop.

I'll give the girl her due, not only did she put her two fingers back inside me, twisting and turning them in search of the last drops of her husband's cum, but she started to play with my clit with fingers from her other hand, rubbing and flicking it as she helped to bring me to orgasm. And it worked, God, did it work! I came like the proverbial express train, my legs jerking and twitching, my pelvis lifting from the bed, and my hands grabbing at my own breasts in an attempt to satisfy my lust. Christ, but the feeling was intense, wave after wave of pure ecstasy swept over me, until I was just the centre of a ball of pleasure, totally unaware of any world outside of my own heaving, throbbing body.

In the end, when my climax finally subsided my body returned to my control and I lay back exhausted and spent, she leaned back to my pussy and deliberately sucked my oversensitive clit into her mouth, making me jerk with pleasure and surprise, then she gave my legs a little squeeze with each hand as if in thanks, and she was gone.

I don't mean she left the room naked, I mean she was gone from me. I felt the bed lift a little as her weight was removed, and then I heard people getting dressed. All this was done without a word being spoken, then the door opened and they really were gone, the man who had fucked me and the woman who had made me cum, still without me having any idea who they were. If only I could place that voice. I knew I would be thinking about it for days.

Simon came back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over and kissing me while untying the blindfold at the same time. Then, blinking like a mole in unaccustomed light, I lay looking up at him, noticing with pleasure that he was still undressed. He looked at me with a wan smile.

"Becky, I know I didn't tell you the whole story, I'm sorry about that, but I wasn't sure what you'd say."

"Simon, I've said it before. I don't want to be asked, I want to be told." How could I be submissive if he kept asking my permission? 

"But I didn't know if you'd let him fuck you."

"If you tell me to do it, I'll do it, no matter what it is. Did I try and stop you when you spread me for her?" 

"No, you didn't, but by then I knew you were randy enough to accept it."

"For fucks sake, Simon, I'm submissive, my acceptance isn't relevant! I do what you tell me to." 

I hoped that was clear enough. Only a few nights ago he had spanked and humiliated me wonderfully, and now he was back to asking me to let someone else have me. He needed a little more self assurance to be a real Dom, but when I remember how little confidence he used to have I guess it was coming slowly. It's just that know and again his assertiveness deserted him.

I changed the subject. "Do I take it that we just realised a fantasy for that couple?"

"Yes, he got a bit drunk one evening and let slip that she had a thing about wanting to lick his cum out of another woman's hole, and I suddenly wanted to see her do it to you. So that's what started it. And I have to tell you this, I really enjoyed seeing him put it there as well."

"I'm glad you did because it was good, even if you're better." I changed the subject again. "Do we know them very well?" I was still wondering which of my friends I should look at in a new light.

"I can't tell you anything at all, I promised them. But I'll say this; you'd be surprised if you did know, 'cos it's not the sort of woman you would expect."

I still had her voice going around in my head, and I knew that one day I'd figure it out. But I resolved that even when I did, I'd never let on. It would spoil it for us all if I did. What a fabulous sensation it is to be fucked blindfolded by a stranger and never know who did it. The feeling of being 'used' is awesome and any submissive person should try it at least once.