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First Time

By: Rouquie



"That was intense," I heard her say the moment I woke up.

She lay on my chest with her head still resting in the cradle of my shoulder, her hand over my heart.

"It was amazing," I agreed, slowly wrapping my arms around her, holding her in a sleepy embrace.

We were silent for a while longer, cherishing the moment we shared in each others arms. Her breathing brushed over my chest, sending chills over my back at the delicate touch and her alabaster hair covering her back like a silk cloak. We were still joined as one, still together in intimacy and desire, our bodies too sore and tired to move and our minds too caught up in the love we felt for each other for any form of conscious thought.

I loved this ghostly girl, her pale complexion and locks of white hair were offset by the fire of life in her grey eyes. Her character was highly unsociable however, always shy and never out long enough to make any long time friends. With me however she was like the long missed sunrise after an arctic winter, forever loved and always dependable. She was always there for me, and now I will always be there for her. I know now that nothing can shake the bond we have for each other, a bond that took years to make and will be in place till the end of our days.

"I love you," She whispered happily and settling more onto my chest.

"And I you, my love," I whispered back, kissing her forehead gently and brushing the stray strands of hair that covered her face.

She smiled at me. My melodramatic character and way of speaking was what attracted her towards me when we were first introduced at a forgotten party years ago. She said it reminded her how life was too serious and she needed someone to talk to that was not so caught up in the rat race. She adored it when I lapsed into my archaic speech, drawing forth her imagination and her smile.

Sharra. She said her name was Sharra. And at that moment I knew I had to stay with this girl no matter what. Something about her had my mind entranced and I had to know what it was.

Time passed and we were almost inseparable, always seen together where we had the time and talking quietly together about life and other randomly trivial things. Through those times I withheld my urge to blurt out my affection for her, my love and loyalty. It was hard not to think about her, for she was the most attractive woman I had ever had the pleasure to meet.

It was especially hard when I was dating other girls. Every time I made love to one of them I felt like I was betraying her, going behind her back and feeling like I played her. Every girl I when out with lasted for about a month, saying that I had my mind on something else whenever they talked to me. During those times I couldn't face her without feeling ashamed and low.

She was a perfect match for me, we were perfect for each other. I knew I loved her but I was afraid if I told her she would back away, feeling uncomfortable and I may never see her again. Instead I strove to win her heart, wanting her to love me like I loved her. But during the years of friendship I had won everything but her love. She trusted me completely, depending on me on whatever task she asked of me. She looked up to me like her big brother, always wanting some sort of guidance or words of wisdom she could live by. But I couldn't see nor feel love from her. Sure she loved me as a friend but not as a partner, a mate. A lover.

Tonight, of course, was the night that changed all that.

She enters, taking my breath away with her naked form. Her young body holds beauty few rarely notice in a eighteen-year-old. But I know that Sharra was a unique girl. Her arms were folded over her chest and, even for a girl her age, she was well developed. Her long pale hair flowed down her back reaching mid thigh. I never knew how her hair could grow so quickly or so soft, but I never cared each time my fingers brushed through those locks.

I smiled then when I saw her crimson cheeks and slid myself from the bed. With the cool breeze on my bare back from the only open window I walked to her, stopping to stand before her, almost touching. The scent I picked up from her was a mixture of Oak and a gentle sea breeze that sent my head reeling and resisted the urge to just take her then and there. I knew she was as nervous as hell.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you as if you were my very soul," and with that I slid my cool hand about her waist, drawing her closer, pressing her blushing skin against mine.

"I'm not worried," she breathed against my cheek as I hugged her "Just a bit..."

She never did finish her sentence as my lips slid against hers. It wasn't exactly a kiss, but it was enough to silence her and deepen her blush as she looked up at me with those lovely, light grey eyes. I smiled, leaning down to place my lips over hers giving the first real kiss she had ever received.

I felt her press against me as the kiss deepened, her hands gripping my shoulders where her arms pressed against my chest. Sliding my own arms about her, one about the waist and one around the shoulders, I held her close to me, our nakedness nearly as one in the dim light of the candles around the room. No moon shone through the window that night and I wanted it all to be as special and as close to the night she was born.

As the kiss lengthened into one a lover would envy, I drew back slightly, moving to bend and take her into my arms. With an arm still around her shoulders and one under her knees, I carried her to the bed.

"Let me take you through this world as, on this night, you were brought into it."

She said nothing as I laid her onto the bed, still bright red with her blush. I knelt beside the bed, watching her naked form upon the soft satin sheets and traced my eyes from her face down over her body. I reached out to trace my fingers over her breasts, lightly touching the trembling skin of the virgin before me. Sliding both eyes and touch down further I pressed my palm over the course hair of her pubic region, feeling the warmth it promised. I smiled and looked to her eyes again as she lifted her cute ass up to meet my hand, pressing herself against it.

With her blush still on her face and on my mind I slid my cool fingers down her thigh and leg, brushing against her calf and ankle. Slowly returning up her leg once more I mounted the bed and rested beside her.

"Will you allow me to take you? Will you trust your body and soul in my hands? Will you allow me to seduce and take away what you will never regain?"

I held my breath while I watched the rosy cheeks of her face, waiting for her response and permission. I had waited for this from the time I set eyes on her and had worked to win her heart and take her into my own. Tonight, I will finally get the chance to express my love for her.

I relaxed and sighed happily when she finally nodded, brushing her fingers over my cheek and tracing her thumb over my lips. She was willing to love me and gave her consent for me to love her. I reached up to place my hand over hers as it caressed my cheek and took it away to kiss her knuckles lightly.

She shivered then, clenching her fist and pulling it away. Her arms once again drew themselves around her chest, hugging herself slowly. I watched her as she did this, my dark eyes locked onto her still blushing face.

She was biting her lower lip in anticipation and nerves, her teeth threatening to break the skin. I put a stop to that by leaning down and placing my warm lips on hers, kissing her like I did before. She sighed and relaxed, her arms unfolding and wrapping themselves around my neck and shoulders, pulling me closer to her.

I felt the soft skin of her breasts against my chest as I slid myself over her, her hard nipples brushing against my own. Using one hand and arm to rest my weight and keep balance I reach up to cup my hand over her breast, gently caressing my fingers over the warmth of her skin.

Her moan was a nervous one, but full of anticipated pleasure. Closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the pillow she let me do what I pleased. Smiling I did just that.

Resting on my side on the bed beside her I used the free hand to explore her body once more, sliding my fingers down past her breasts and over her stomach. She writhed lightly under my caress, her skin shivering with the cool touch of my fingertips and palm as I slid past her naval and bordered the wedge of pale hair between her legs. I felt the texture of goose bumps on her skin slowly increase as I traced my fingers around her nether region.

"Please..." Her whispered plea was almost heartbreaking as I looked to her tortured face. With her eyes still closed and mouth open slightly, she breathed quickly as she felt her heat rise with each caress that touched her soft skin.

When a moan escaped her quivering lips as I lightly touched her warmth, I almost broke, but I kept in check closing my eyes to chase away the lust that had built up. I wanted this to be her night, not mine.

Opening my eyes again I leant down to touch my lips on her belly, kissing the soft skin and tasting what I had wanted to taste for so long. She moaned again, raising her back off the bed towards my lips as her hands gripped the bed sheets. I felt her to be almost ready as I slid a finger past the nest of hair to find the hot, wet flesh hidden there, bringing forth a gasp from her throat as I slid into her a little deeper.

Withdrawing my hand slowly and manoeuvring myself gently on the bed over her, I moved to place myself between her legs. Resting on my elbows I looked down into her eyes which were now open as they showed her anticipation and lust as well as the question: Will you take me now?

Smiling I shook my head gently and lowered my face to kiss her lips once more. Surprisingly she reached up to wrap her arms about my neck, holding my head down, but not pulling me closer as she kissed back. Her kiss was not the same as before as her lips heated my loins and her tongue sought my own. Grudgingly I decided to let her play her game just this once as I let our tongues touch, then slowly clash with each other.

She sighed and shivered when she felt my growing manhood begin to press against her nether lips, and she moved to press against it some more. Breaking the kiss I pulled away from her to place my lips on her neck and shoulders, releasing the pressure I was putting between her legs. Kissing lower I paused to brush my lips over her nipples and breasts, taking one into my mouth as I slid a hand up to cup the other. Her groan as she arched her back to me increased as I suckled at her hardened nipple while I messaged its twin between my fingers.

She wanted more though, and I could tell from the sounds she made and her movements that she was at her peak looking down over the edge into ecstasy. Pulling myself off her gorgeous breasts and sweet nipples I travelled down further over her body, kissing her stomach as I made my way down to her nether regions, the hair from my forehead touching her skin like feathers, making her muscles quiver with delight. When my head hovered between her slightly raised legs I leant in to kiss the course pale hair above her womanhood, bringing a moan from deep within her, her nails almost tearing the satin sheets.

Lowering my head ever so slightly I cast her over the brink with the most intimate kiss of all. She screamed low and bucked once, forcing my nose into the tangled blond wedge as I quickly slid my tongue into her, tasting her orgasm as it washed over my tastebuds and down my throat.

I drank my fill as my hands gripped her thighs and held them apart so as not to crush my head as I lapped up her tangy juices.

She held that pose, her back incredibly arched and her thighs squeezing my head gently as she rode the wave of pleasure to its end. Slowly she relaxed, lowering her body once more onto the bed, her breaths coming in short measured gasps.

I waited, cleaning the remains of her first wash of pleasure from her skin with my tongue. Each time I licked her abdomen would twitch slightly, reacting to the sensations she felt.

"That... was...," She began. But I silenced her quickly with my fingers over her lips.

"We haven't even started my love, that was just a..." I paused, licking my lips, "taste of what's to come."

She blushed even more at that comment, quickly hiding her embarrassed giggle with her hand. Grinning like a fool I leant down to lick her once more, slowly and deliberately, pausing long enough to circle the nub of flesh near the top of her womanhood. She almost broke her neck as she arched her body once more, a groan escaping her lips.

Still smiling I crawled back up her body, my lips touching a warm path over her belly and between her breasts. Her hands found my shoulders again, gripping them as if to save her life, closing her eyes. Her whole body flinched and cringed away slightly as my cock head pressed against her. She raised her head then, pulling me closer to her as I pressed harder and feeling her defences crumble as I slowly slid the tip inside her. Her legs first clamped my hips, preventing me from proceeding any further, then slowly relax as more of my sex entered her.

She sighed, feeling the heat of both our organs meet in the ultimate act of love. Slowly, very slowly, I pushed deeper inside her, her breaths quickening as her body anticipated the pain of her vanishing virginity. Finally I hit a barrier, a tender film of flesh that yielded slightly under my attack. Wanting nothing more then to please this girl, I took the lobe of her ear lrft between my teeth, nibbling gently and pistoning my member slowly inside her.

She reacted instantly, her hands nearly breaking my skin with her grip and her arms crushing me to her. Knowing she would not take much more I deliberately bit her ear, noting her surprised gasp as I made my final thrust. The barrier broke, tearing like wet paper and dousing my sex with the copper warmth of blood. She screamed, pulling her head away from mine and turning it to hide her pain stricken face.

I didn't move, nor did she as we were locked midway between pleasure and pain. I could feel the tightened muscles relax as her pain subsided, replacing it with a growing sense of warmth. Biting her lip for courage she turned to face me again, tears standing in the corner of her closed eyes. Quietly she opened them, locking her eyes with my own. What I saw in them I would remember for the rest of my life.

"I'm glad it was you," she whispered through her tears. I nodded.

"It's not over yet my love," I said smiling down at her, "We have a whole night ahead of us."

With that I lent down to kiss her lips again. She flinched back slightly when she tasted what I had lapped up only moments before, but she soon shared that taste with me, her tongue seeking pockets of her own juice trapped within my mouth.

As her tongue reached deeper into my mouth, so did my member find warmth deeper inside her. I began with a slow rhythm, invading her sex with my own with gentle thrusts. She took in a breath each time I entered her, exhaling every time she felt my member rub against the wet walls of her urethra on my withdraw.

I had expected her to be a little tight, it being her first time and she being small of build. But she was just perfect, almost as if we were made for each other. She moaned quietly as I pushed deeper, feeling my pelvis grind against her own. A shift of pleasure and angle indicated she had moved her legs, wrapping them around my hips and locking her ankles, effectively trapping us in our current position.

I let out a low growl, a light rumbling that came from deep within my chest. The effect was spontaneous as she quivered under me, tightening her grip with both arms and legs. She had always wondered how I could make such a sound and I enjoyed entertaining her every time she asked for a show. Each time I purred into her ear she would quiver, unconsciously leaning closer towards me.

I was correct in assuming it excited her as I purred deeper and louder with every thrust and already I was feeling the tingling sensation that begets a climax as I watched her writhe beneath me.

Gods she was beautiful! Even more them my past girlfriends put together. With her eyes closed and her forehead pressed against my own I could feel her warm breath brush against my lips and cheek. I couldn't resist and I thrust faster, wanting to climax and spill my heat deep within her, wanting to fill her to the brim. Her reaction was mind bending as she groaned loud into my ear, her legs almost crushing my hips. Her own pelvis rocking with my motions pushing herself onto my sex even more.

She was enjoying it. We both were, but she especially. Taking control over my lust I slowed my thrusts, lengthening them to their extreme. I wanted this to be her night but if I continued this way I would give in way too soon. Sliding my hand under her head and tucking my knees under her raising hips I pulled her onto my lap, sitting on my own ankles.

Her arms instantly wrapped around my shoulders, her hips and legs not moving from their embrace of my waist. Sliding my hands down over her back and shoulders I handed her complete control, my hands resting on her waist, gently supporting as she rode my member.

The sensation was overwhelming, I had never thought she would be this warm and every time she lowered herself onto me my senses would scream. Forcing my mind past the wave upon wave of pleasure I watched her face as it bobbed before my own. I knew I loved her and I had a feeling she felt the same way towards me. Brushing my hand back towards her shoulders I pulled her closer, locking my lips with hers. Her kiss was intense, almost desperate as her tongue danced with my own. She was getting better, her motions growing smoother as each minute passed. She was a complete natural. That or we were a perfect match.

"I love you," she whispered then, breathing her words into my ear between breaths, "I love you so much."

I couldn't say anything, the amount of sensations that flooded my mind was numbing, taking away both words and thought. Growling once more I renewed my attack, thrusting up into her and matching her rhythm.

I felt the walls of her urethra getting wetter as we hammered ourselves against each other. One particular thrust broke my resistance and nearly cast me over the edge. But I held on, biting my lip as I lowered myself onto my back. She had paused long enough to untangle my legs from under her before continuing her rocking motion. She now had complete control over me, my hands still on her hips as I had nowhere else to place them.

Placing her own hands on my chest and leaning her weight forward she allowed me to enter deeper inside her. The angle of entry rocked my mind and knew I wouldn't last much longer if she kept it up. Throwing aside all thought I plunged headlong into the pit of ecstasy, thrusting with a fury that rivalled a pacific storm. The resulting effect thundered through the white haired girl straddling my hips, her nails tearing the skin from my chest and her legs crushing my abdomen.

Roaring loudly into the air I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto me, drawing an equally loud moan from her lips. The sensation of the coming climax was overwhelming, whipping my body into a frenzy. And it was contagious. Groaning with each thrust Sharra's inner muscles were growing tighter, her entire body shuddering as she was assaulted from within.

It came without warning, my back arching up to meet her as my load flooded through. My mind went numb as my orgasm ripped through my body like an erupting volcano, spilling my juice deep within her. I heard her scream then, throwing back her head drenching my sex as her own climax gripped her just moments later.

Riding the dying waves of pleasure my body relaxed, the realization that I had just cum slowly filling my mind as it was flooded with hormones, a delayed reaction that knocked out my senses.


First Time



The last thing I saw was Sharra's unconscious body toppling forward, my vision going black as her chest struck my own, her head landing in the cradle of my shoulder.

"So what now?" She asked quietly, drawing circles on my shoulder.

"I don't really know," I admitted.

"Well what do you usually do... after wards?" I could feel her blush on my skin. A slightly warming of her cheeks and turn of her head to hide her face.

"Well," I smiled at her, reaching up to touch her cheek, "Usually I have a drink or get something to eat."

"Oh," she said after a moment's silence.

I traced my fingers down her face to her chin, lifting her face so I could once more look into her eyes.

"Why do you ask?"

She blushed a little more, averting her eyes quickly before looking back at me.

"You only do this once?" she asked then.

I didn't know what she meant at first. What did she mean 'once'? I had made love to a score of girls, some no older then her and a few who were reaching their twenty's. I had romped with them several times before the relationship ended, a couple only just a few times.

Did she mean that I would only make love to her just this once? Then just dump her shortly after?

"Sharra, there is no way I am letting you go," I said quickly, wanting her to know that this was not a one-night-stand, "I have you now and I am going to keep you right beside me for as long as I can."

At first her eyes betrayed her confusion. "That's not what I meant," She leant closer to kiss my lips lightly before snuggling her head under my chin, "I wouldn't want to leave, not knowing that I love you this much."

"Then what?" I was slightly relieved but still worried about what she wanted to know.

"Don't you have... you know..." She shrugged, "a round two?"

I was silent a short while before letting out a soft chuckle. Then I started laughing.

"What's so funny?" even through my mirth I could hear the hurt in her voice.

"Nothing" I chortled, pressing my forehead gently against her temple and giving her cheek a quick kiss.

"Yes it is!" she struck my shoulder weakly with an open hand, "what's so funny?"

"Nothing is!" I repeated, forcing it through my grin.

"If you don't tell me what was so funny I'm leaving!" She made to sit up, pushing her hands against my shoulders.

I quickly wrapped my arms around her, my mirth vanishing in an instant. "No don't leave!"

"Then tell me!" She kept her head hovered over mine, a slight frown marking her lips.

I smiled slowly and gently at her. "I didn't mean to laugh, its just no one's ever said it to me like that before. I'm sorry."

"Oh," she said again, her eyes darting away from mine and her head lowering slightly. Though I could still see the slight rosy blush that crept over her cheeks.

"Do you want me to make love to you again?" I asked, whispering into her ear.

She blushed deeper, turning her head more. "You think I'm strange don't you?"

"Never," I smiled, touching her far cheek to guide her face back to mine, "I think your amazing."

She smiled and her face turned into a ray of sunshine. "Amazingly strange?"

"Alright," I chuckled again, "Amazingly strange then."

We smiled at each other a long moment then. I cast my eyes over her damp face, her still blushing cheeks and her luscious lips and realized that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

With my eyes locked into her own I smiled and kissed her lips once more, stoking the fire that burns with warmth and passion deep within her soul. A fire that even this frosted maiden could not resist.



First Time



Betty moaned and trashed on the bed as her 18 year old pounded his firm member in and out of her cum drenched cunt. She rocked on the edge of ecstasy, torn between the pleasure flooding her brain, and the guilt she felt for seducing this young man. 

He pushed in and out, then slowed remembering all that she had taught him. He moved his hips slower, gentler, rolling instead of just plunging. He drew his member out to the entrance of her vagina and used the sensitive head of his cock to tease her clitoris. This felt so much better than his first experience with his cousin Sharon.

Sharon was young, blond, and fun to be with. He, dad and his two brothers were staying on the farm with their Aunt Jo. Mom and dad had split up, six months before and dad was looking for a job, and a place for us to stay. Dad had the boys, mom had Fred. So for now he trailed after Sharon every chance he received. He had always fought with his twin brother, and sometimes little brother Terry was just a nuisance. Cousins were not off limits yet and besides, Sharon told him so many things. Some he understood, some he could only guessed at. Why once she shocked him when she told him, when Aunt Jo, his mom and Fred were on a trip to visit moms parents, she had heard Fred slip into the sleeping bag with mom. She said she lay awake all night listening to the sounds of their lovemaking coming from a few feet away. It was too dark, so all I could do was listen she had told him. Then she had asked him if he'd ever been with a girl like that. "No!" he said but gathering all his nerve, blurted out, "I would like to with you!" 

They eagerly scurried off to the chicken coop for a little privacy. Once inside she lifted her blue flowered dress, and she stepped out of her white cotton panties. He remembered trying to slip the head of his rock hard bullet between the lips of her hairless pussy. Not knowing any better he unwittingly just toyed with the entrance, never penetrating far enough to experience warm flesh clinging to warm flesh. He slipped by, slipped under, and past the slick opening, never quite making it. Then of all things he heard his twin brother slamming and banging, headed their way. So restoring their cloths they quickly collected a few eggs, and exited the chicken coop. 

The next chance would come two days later when they snuck off to go swimming in the small creek that ran behind the barn. As they frolicked in the shallow water of the creek he tried several times to sneak a feel. But She toyed with him playfully, never quite letting him reach his goal, then when she had had enough, she said "kiss me!" He kissed her on the lips like he'd kissed his mom a hundred times. Some how that did nothing for him. Sharon slipped her tongue between her lips, and into his mouth. He didn't know what was happening but he was starting to feel his bullet hardening in his trunks. Hmmm, just when it started to feel right she stopped, and pushed his head down, past her budding breasts to the V of her legs. "Kiss me here!" she demanded as she spread her legs and pulled her swimsuit aside. 

Where just days ago his cock had been she wanted his tongue. Oh well he'd try anything with Sharon once. He slipped his tongue between the hairless lips of her vagina, doing to her pussy what she'd done to his mouth. He heard her moaned as she pressed his head tighter to her wet hot honey hole. He wasn't sure what he was doing but Sharon was acting like she liked it. "Andy!" he heard his younger brother call. "Where are you?" "Aunt Jo wants you!" Foiled again, just when he thought she might let him fuck her. That was two years ago. They had never got the chance to do it again. Dad packed the kids up and moved to a little two bedroom house in town. 

Now here he was buried to the hilt in Betty's snatch. Betty was twenty eight, about five foot and a hundred thirty pounds. Her short brown hair, was set off by the sparkle of her deep blue eyes. But the thing that caught his eye were those full round mounds of flesh that jutted out from her chest. He had thought of nothing else since he first saw them. The night dad had taken him to baby sit Betty's three children for the weekend. Funny he had never really notices breasts before but hers were so round, so full they just intrigued him. Betty's, 7, and 8 year old boys, and 10 year old daughter were no trouble and the night passed quickly. After settling the kids in he fell asleep on the couch, and only slightly stirred when Betty returned at two in the morning. She tussled his hair and ask if he would like to sleep in her bed instead of on the couch. He stupidly declined, afraid she would see the embarrassing tent growing in his pants. 

In the morning, he tiptoed to the bedroom door to close it(he lied to himself), and peeking in he saw Betty laying on the bed with half of one breasts exposed. With his heart racing, he slipped into the room and pulled the sheet gently down to expose a nipple. His blood raced, his dick hardened, as he licked his lips and started to bend over to get a closer look, maybe a taste. 

A noise from the bathroom stirred him back to reality. He quietly slipped out closing the bedroom door and went to investigate. When he returned, to get another peek, Betty was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette, clothed in a terry cloth robe that covered just too much.

The rest of the day was half spent playing with the kids, and trying to sneak peeks at Betty, never quite able to catch her in a state of undress. Later, he watched her as she left for her evening of dining and dancing, dressed in high heels, a tight black skirt that showed off her plump round ass and a racy red blouse. "Don't wait up!" she said as she climbed into the car. 

About eleven he awoke to the slamming of a car door. He peek through the window and saw Betty stumble toward the door. As she entered the front door she stumbled again. He jumped up and grabbed her as she fell. His hands felt hot and trembled as they lingered a moment longer than necessary on one of her soft breasts. As he helped her regain her balance she smiled knowingly. As she stumbled to the kitchen , he heard her mumble something about that dumb jackass not knowing what he was missing.

From the kitchen he heard Betty asked if he would like a drink, and he quickly responded yes. She returned to the living room, with a drink in each hand, handing him one. "Hope its not to strong!" She sat her drink on the edge of the couch and went into the bedroom. She returned, sans panty hose, blouse and shoes, a black lacy strapless bra now holding those lovely globes he longed to touch. His eyes were glued to her breast, his "brain" was beginning to stiffen, somewhere in the back of his intoxicated head he heard a small voice ask if he had ever had whiskey before. 

She sat next to him only inches away, and he could not take his eyes off of those tantalizing tits. Somehow he managed to stammer "Sure, lots of times!" he lied in answer to her question. 

"I saw you this morning you know!" his brain heard the words, his pulse raced, his heart stopped completely. 

Was he in big trouble or what? He'd been caught, he trembled and started to shake but he couldn't take his eyes off of those damn golden orbs. He started to stammer an excuse, but stopped as she bent over brushing his cheek with her tit, and set her glass on the floor. She stood up, raised her hands to the bottom of her bra , slipping it around to undo the clasp. Freed them at last, in full view of his lusting eyes. Discarding the flimsy piece of material, she gently cupped one in each hand and offered, "Would you like a closer look?" As the nipples began to stiffen, he heard "Go ahead, touch them. Even Kiss them if you like!" 

Everything was happening so fast. It seemed like it took hours for him to cover the scant few inches from his mouth to her breast. He kissed, first one then the other, then sucked a now firm hard nipple in like a new born baby. She moaned and directed his attention to not only the nipples but the valley between, the underside of each, and only after he had spent an appreciable amount of time on every inch of her upper torso, did she rise taking his hand and pulling him into the bedroom. She didn't ask if he wanted to sleep on the couch this night. Slipping off his shirt and casting it aside, she kissed her way down his hairless chest. Each nipple in its his turn, received the gently sucking only a woman can do. Her hands unzipped his pants and as she pulled them down he started to stammer his embarrassment at an adult seeing his stiffened boy cock for the first time. 

She put a finger to her lips and all he heard was "Shhh!" as she freed his pulsating cock. The hot flesh of her fingers encompassed his throbbing member directing its oozing pre-cum juices to her waiting mouth. Like a cat hungry for milk, she swallowed him to the base of his spouting pubic hairs. Half fucking her face and half holding her head tight, afraid she would get away, he pumped her mouth full as his ejaculating cock spewed forth its hot liquid fluid . 

"The night is young, Tiger!" she smiled, though her cum trenched lips, taking control she stood, "lets slow it down this time!" When her tongue entered his mouth, he could taste the whiskey they'd shared, her cigarettes, and a hint of his own cum. He sucked her eager tongue into his mouth this time. He felt the sensations of a full French deep throated kiss. When she gently pushed to change the direction of his attention from her mouth lower, he eagerly moved. He'd been there before. Sliding quickly past the breasts he'd sought so eagerly earlier, to her hair covered vagina. As he stabbed in and out with his tongue, again she had to show him the way. 

She lifted his heard, "just the lips, start with just the lips!" 

He surrounded her vagina with kisses, slowly bestowing one light kiss after another, licking his way up the valley of her womanhood, she began to shiver. When he spread those lips like the petals of a red ripe rose and sucked her clitoris between his lips she shuddered and began to shake in a full blown belly wrenching orgasm. 

He froze in wonder and asked "what's wrong, you ok?" She just shook her head and pulled him willingly deeper into her woman hood. Soon her wet quivering vagina swallowed his young hard cock as they rocked together in that age old wrestling match. Each giving, each taking their pleasure from the friction created by their clinging flesh. Humping, thumping, grinding, each other to climax.

Young studs, recover quickly so it took him hours to wear her out. Six o'clock arrived to soon and he knew he would have to go back to the couch, or face the quizzical looks of the kids. Oh if he could only tell them the wonders that awaited them. The joy of pleasing and being please he was only now discovering.

*

Next weekend: What would she teach him he wondered.



First Time



You take me to our room where you have our Liberator set up on the bed. I know this will be our first session as Master and Slut. It is something I have been wanting. To be trained by you, to obey your commands, to be punished as needed. We have our agreed on safe word. I see the cuffs, all three sets, wrist, ankle, and thigh. I see the blindfold, and my collar. I also see that you have the whip, paddle, my butt plug, our Feeldoe, and some of my other favorite toys. 

You take me by the hand and direct me to a pillow on the ground. "Kneel," You command me. Driven by desire to please you I kneel on the pillow. You reach over and grab my collar and carefully place it around my neck. "You are mine now, you will do as I tell you, is that understood?" 

I look up to you and reply quietly, "Yes Master." 

You smile. "Good, now strip." 

I quickly rise and strip my clothes off for you. You sit down on the bed and wave me to stand between your legs, you are still fully clothed. You grab my hands and tell me to kneel again. I do so quickly, noting that at some point you have moved the pillow for me. You look me in the eyes. "We can make this easy or hard. Your training begins now." I nod carefully. I am wondering, how this could be hard, I want it after all. But you know you must break me a bit. I am so strong willed, I must be broken enough to know that you truly are my Master. 

You direct me to rise, and you grab the cuffs, first placing the wrist cuffs on me, then the thigh cuffs, then the ankle cuffs, as you lift your head from this task you briefly nuzzle my crotch, and smell how aroused I already am. You realize then, it may not be as difficult as you thought to break me. I am so wet waiting for you to continue. You then grab a couple of ties and attach them to my collar, this surprises me, and then you blindfold me. 

You help me to kneel by the liberator, and lean me over so I am in a doggy style position, but with my ass and pussy both clearly over the edge. You buckle my thighs and ankles and then grab my arms and attach them down near my ankles, and then take the ties attached to my collar and tie them to the liberator. I am now completely attached to the liberator and basically unable to move. 

You lean close to my head and say softly into my ear "I am going to ask you some questions, and I expect you to answer honestly, or you will be punished." I whimper a little. You move back away from my head. I hear you near the end of the bed and hear the rustle of clothing. You tell me "I am going to begin now." I get so excited.

You ask me the first question, and it comes out as a growl near my ear...

"Are you a whore?" 

I am stunned and immediately say no, you lightly swat my bare ass with your hand, not enough to really hurt, more a reminder that you can. 

You say, "That was a warning, let's try that again... are you a whore?" 

Again I say no and you immediately slap my ass, much harder this time, enough to make me cry out. 

You speak, this time from my ass, "You ARE a whore, and you are going to continue being punished until you admit it. Until you admit that you are a whore you will not enjoy our training. Now then, are you a whore?" 

At this point I am so aroused that I want to say yes and have you take me, but I don't want to admit that I'm a whore, so I again say no. 

You sigh and say to me "you will regret that, and you grab the whip and swat me with it. I enjoy the pain so much, but I want to see what else you have in store for me, so I decide to push it and wait for you to ask me again, you do so quickly, this time right into my ear. 

"Are you a whore?" 

And again, I say no. Suddenly my ass is hit and I know what it is you used. The little pink leather paddle I bought, hoping you'd use it on me. My pussy gushes and I know you won't hesitate to punish me again. This time when you ask me the question I tell you what you've been waiting for: "Yes, yes I'm a whore, I'm a whore Master, and I need you to train me."

You smile and gently caress my reddened ass cheeks. "Good, now you are ready. You are no longer a whore to me, you are MY SLUT." I sigh happily. "Now then my little slut, we continue your training. I'm afraid you will not learn though right now, your pussy juices are so heavy, I think you need to cum now so you'll listen to me. Do you want to cum slut?" 

I am so excited by the thought, "Yes master, make me cum Master" 

You lean close over me and whisper, "I will my slut, you will cum hard for me or you will pay, do you understand?" 

"Yes Master."

You grab my small bullet and go straight to my clit, you know it won't take much for me to cum. It only takes a few seconds before you feel my body tensing and I'm crying out with my orgasm.

When it is done you say, "Good my little slut, you've pleased me, now to the rest." I wonder what you have in mind, when I feel something on my anus, it's your fingers, with lube. You are spreading it around my hole and in my hole. 

"You my little slut, you are getting a plug in this ass. You need to have it in so that in time I can fuck that beautiful pussy while you have it in." And with that you begin gently spreading my ass and inserting the pink plug. I cringe a little, it's been a while since I had my plug in, but I love the feeling of it, it excites me. 

Once it is in, you tell me, "Now then, you are NOT to let that plug out of your ass, or I will paddle you" I smile with the mere thought of it. "I'm going to let you cum again, because I want you to cum with that plug in your ass. Are you ready my slut?" 

"Yes" I respond, already excited. Suddenly I feel your tongue licking my pussy, my clit and I am ecstatic. You suck a little on my clit. Then I feel one of your fingers enter my wet pussy hole. I just about cum right then, but I maintain it. I know you won't be happy if I cum that quickly. 

But then you begin thrusting in and out with the finger and I know I am doomed, and suddenly I am saying "Don't stop, oh please don't stop" and as quickly as the words are out of my mouth you stop and suddenly my ass is on fire. You've paddled me again. I cry out. It is the most sensational feeling, to be paddled when I am right on the edge with my plug firmly in my ass. 

"Do you know why I did that slut?" You ask me. 

"No Master." 

You lean over my hot ass, pushing on the plug with your body and say to me "YOU are not in control, I am your Master. YOU don't tell me what to do. You accept the gifts your Master gives to you. I alone decide if you are going to cum, do you understand me slut?" I nod, and you grab me by the hair and pull slightly. 

"You will answer me with a 'yes Master' or be punished even more slut. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SLUT?" 

"Yes Master, yes, I understand you Master." 

And you pull away from me. You lean back down and begin licking my wet cunt. You have me back on the edge quickly and suddenly you stop. I am so upset, I want to cum so badly for you. You suddenly release all my tie downs from the liberator and command me to roll over. You slide the wedge under my shoulders and strap my cuffs back down, but not my collar. You then bury your face in my pussy again.

Before long I am again on the edge. And again you stop, I just about cry in agony. You've now brought me to the edge and stopped twice. But as quickly as I think this, I feel you tweaking my nipples slightly, then the cool feel of my clamps followed by the delicious pain of them closing. I am in heaven. And you lean over, again using your body to push the plug a little harder into me.

You ask me, "Do you like that slut? Do you like the pain?" 

And I sigh and reply, "Yes Master." 

You tug slightly on my collar, "From now on you will tell me WHAT you like, understand me slut?" 

"Yes Master, I understand you Master." 

"Now then, slut, what do you like?" 

"I like the pain Master." 

You slap my face slightly, not enough to leave a mark or do much more than sting. "That's right Slut, I know you like pain, are you ready to cum for me slut?" 

"Yes master, I'm ready to cum for you" and with that you return to my pussy, pushing your finger back into my dripping hole, you finger me and lick and suck my clit. 

Before long I am cumming, hard, and you speak out to me, "Yes slut, that's what I like, I like it when my little slut cums hard for me." 

I sigh and continue moving my hips with the after effects of my orgasm. You reach down and slowly pull the plug out of my ass. 

You then say, "Do you want my cock in you slut? Do you remember what it's like to have a cock in that pussy?" 

"Yes master, I want your cock in my pussy, I missed your cock Master." 

You rub your swollen head at the entrance to my wet pussy. "Have you grown soft having HER playing with your pussy, are you ready for my cock slut, you ready to be pounded slut?" 

"Please pound me Master, pound your slut with your hard cock rocket." 

And with that you slam your throbbing shaft deep inside me, I cry out from the sudden invasion, but within seconds I am so happy to feel your cock back inside my pussy. You pound into me hard for a few minutes, staving off your own orgasm, you pull out. And I feel you shove something inside my pussy. Suddenly it's vibrating. You release my cuffs and grab me by the collar. You sit me up carefully and rip my blindfold off. 

I look down and see the Feeldoe sticking out of me. You hand me the lube and say "Slut, you take it easy on my virgin ass, but you take my ass cherry."

You lean over the Liberator, in much the same position as you originally had me. And I lube up your ass and my newfound Penis and slowly start pushing into your cherry asshole. You gasp but I feel you relax. Before long I am slowly thrusting in and out of your ass and you are so close to cumming. 

You look back at me and tell me, "Slut, you keep going until YOU cum." I keep thrusting and in a minute the vibrations and feel of you having me cumming again. 

You say to me, "You stop now slut, I'm going to cum inside you." 

You lay me back over the liberator and remove the penis. And immediately bury yourself into my pussy and thrust so fast. Before long we're both cumming. 

"Thank you Master" I cry out to you. 

When we both stop moving you pull out. I roll off the liberator and you come up beside me, you kiss me and remove the collar from my neck. You hand me a towel to clean up my pussy with and gently remove the cuffs. You see I am dozing off already and you tell me to go to sleep, you'll clean up after us. You do so, get us both some water and climb in bed, hugging me then drifting off to sleep.



First time



I wrote it in my first, last, and only trans relationship. Sadly, she is no longer with us, but she was a dear friend for a long time.

I was trying a new style here, mixing prose with free verse poetry. 

Anyway, on with my second-ever piece of work. 

Enjoy

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“Blindly, I bow,
And kneel,
My head held high,
My eyes low.”

I felt a hand upon the warm flesh of my back, and I shivered with delight. For hours I had knelt there, upon that rug, waiting for Her to arrive. I heard a whisper of cloth, and my heart skipped a beat.

“This is what I want,
This is my desire,
I want to be Hers,
Forever and a day.
Her smell,
Her sound,
They are all that mattered
In that one silent moment.”

My heart and mind raced as I heard Her moving behind me. I let my eyes close, as I felt Her approach me. Metal touched my skin and I jumped as a lock rung loudly in my ears, the collar locked on my neck.

“It is to Her,
That I now belong.
She will care for me,
Love me,
If I can but please Her.
There lay in my heart,
A love for Her,
And for her,
I will show,
My collar proudly.”

A blindfold blocked the light from my eyes and I squealed as cold metal caught my hands at my back. My pulse beat in my ears, so loud, I didn’t hear Her command. I jumped high when Her hand cracked against my ass, the snow white flesh reddening under Her hand. Quick as fire, I was on my feet, my legs spread wide for Her. Her warm hand found its way between my thighs, Her long fingers teasing my most secret place. As I let out a pleasured whimper, She slid a finger into my warm depths.


“My body was burning,
My very blood boiling.
There was nothing
In this universe,
That can compare
To that one instant,
That She makes me Hers.”

My hips blindly thrust up to Her warm hand. My voice roared in my ears as I moaned out Her name, my legs parting ever farther, opening my heart to Her. Slowly, Her fingers withdrew, and oh god, I nearly wept.

“To be denied
That touch,
It kills me inside,
My head back,
My body bent,
I whimpered,
Like a lost puppy,
Indeed I was lost without Her.”

Just as my knees grew weak, my pulse pounding in my ears, She came back to me, and I sobbed with joy. She had not left me… My soul, and my body, were open and willing. I would do anything for Her. I felt Her move closer and my breath caught in my throat. I could smell Her, and She pressed Her godly form against my own. I felt between my legs what I had only dreamed about. Her cock, pressing into my sweet warm depths, left the world behind.

“Let me worship You,
I will stop at no walls,
Be it wire fence,
Or be it a mountain.
I will cross a hundred seas,
And fly across the world,
Just to be with You,
Just to know...
I am Yours. “

Her body still pressed to me, Her hips began to grind against my own, my hands fighting the cuffs that held them bound. I needed so badly to hold Her, but, I was denied. Her hand curled upon my collar, dragging my body against Her as She fucked me soundly. Seconds turned to hours, my body glowing with the passion that blossomed within me. Her growled whispers reached my ear, so quiet I held my breath to hear Her.

“Cum for Me, kitty… Let Me hear you scream for Me.”

These words were all I needed, my head tilted back, and I screamed for Her. At Her command, I came, my warm depths spasming around Her cock. She withdrew, and I melted to my knees, the blindfold pulled from my eyes, I stared unto her cock, and purred. My tongue cleaned her well, licking and lapping at Her lovely tool. Her pleasured moans told me I had done well, and suddenly my mouth was flooded with her warm approval. I swallowed every drop of her love, and just smiled…

“I am now complete,
She is a part of me.
Every thought,
Every action,
Every sound,
Was for Her.
Warmed metal lay
Around my neck,
And there lay a cage
Around my heart,
And She held the key.
I was hers,
Forever and a day.” 



First Time



**I apologize for the broken paragraphs but they were too long in their original form. I would like to mention that this is my first story and may not be up to the same level as other stories, constructive criticism would be very much appreciated.**

I had finished getting dressed for the big night. My girlfriend and I had been going out for a while now and finally we had decided to take things to the next level. Sarah, my girlfriend, had the house to herself as her mother was to be out at some party all night. She had invited me round to her place to spend the night and we both knew what the evening would entail.

I headed towards the door, taking one last look in the mirror before I left, I was satisfied with what I saw and headed out the door intent upon reaching Sarah's house in good time. 

I reached Sarah's street in less than fifteen minutes, due in part to a lack of the heavy traffic that I had expected to encounter. Noticing that her mother's car was still in the drive I decided to park on the street and turn out my headlights so as not to risk being seen when she departed. I waited for less than ten minutes in my car, but to someone with the prospect of sex on their mind even five minutes seems like a lifetime.

Sarah's mum departed and headed down the street in the opposite direction to my car, saving me from the necessity of having to duck behind the steering wheel, I needed no further prompting and brusquely walked towards Sarah's front door, knocking three times on the heavy wooden door and waited for the treat that I knew was in store for me.

I did not have to wait long for my knocking to be answered, but, as before, it seemed like an eternity. Sarah slid the door open and welcomed me inside, we both smiled shyly at each other before moving into the living room where Sarah asked me to wait while she got herself changed into something more fitting for the evening ahead.

After leaving me for some time in a state of agitated anticipation, Sarah emerged and walked slowly down the stairs towards me. I was stunned by the beautiful vision that stood before me, every second of my agonized waiting was worth it just to set eyes upon the vision that I was looking intently upon now.

She had shed her everyday clothes and had changed into a perfect ensemble of black lace lingerie, a white silk dressing gown and sexy black leather heels. Her long slender legs, highlighted by the heels stepped slowly towards me and directed my gaze up her body towards her perfectly sized breasts, accentuated by the silk gown and black lingerie, and the smile on her face was one of nervous expectancy, probably similar to the one that now graced my lips.

I was momentarily lost for words, but eventually I managed to squeeze out "You look beautiful," through my dried throat. The words were barely perceivable but Sarah heard them and simply smiled as she walked around the couch to sit, seductively, next to me.

She wasted no time with talking, we had been building up to this for such a long time (we had almost managed to have sex on my eighteenth birthday and then, again, on her eighteenth birthday, but on both occasions fate conspired against us) that now it was upon us neither of us knew what to say. She leaned across the couch, almost on her hands and knees, and stared into my eyes. I looked back but couldn't help but look towards her breasts that had become more visible as the silk gown had slipped down. She smiled softly at me again before leaning towards me for a kiss.

Our lips met and we passionately kissed each other. As we were kissing all perception of time disappeared, we could have remained kissing for hours and not noticed it. As we kissed Sarah crawled closer and closer finally swinging herself onto my lap where she gained a dominant position from which she could continue kissing me aggressively and also dictate what would happen next.

Eventually we pulled back from each other and looked, again, into each other's eyes. Sarah leaned back slightly and let the silk gown slip off her shoulders and collect at the drawstring around her waist.

I leaned forward and kissed gently at the side of her perfectly formed neck. I continued kissing at her neck as my hands reached around her back to undo the clasp of her top.The clasp soon came undone and I changed the direction of my kisses down her neck and onto her chest. Not wanting to get ahead of myself I looked up at Sarah who's face had a look of satisfaction upon it.

She noticed that I had stopped and looked down at me, as if reading my mind she raised her hands and slid the bra off her shoulders revealing her perfect breasts. Finally the realization of what was to come struck me and I paused momentarily. Sarah ran her hand through my hair and tilted my head upwards to meet her gaze. Again she smiled softly, it seemed that Sarah could say anything with a smile, I knew what she wanted and promptly obliged. I continued my kissing, from her collarbone, down her chest towards her right breast.

I hovered momentarily over the nipple before kissing it. Sarah let out a gentle gasp, one of the first sounds she had made all evening, and I continued my kissing. After a short while I planted several gentle kisses on her chest again as I moved towards her left breast. As I did this I raised my hand and gently stroked at the right one, gently pinching and rubbing as I kissed. Sarah seemed to like the sensation of a gentle pinch on her nipple so I gently gripped the left one in my teeth and pulled slightly away, she gasped, this time loudly, but it was a grasp both of pleasure and of pain.

I looked towards her face once again and again our lips met passionately. As we kissed Sarah began to unbutton my shirt a task that required her to stop kissing every now and then to get a good look at what she was doing. Soon she had my shirt unbuttoned and I leaned forward and pulled it off my trembling body.

Sarah leaned in towards my chest and returned the favor that I had recently earned by kissing and pulling at my nipples as I had done to hers. The feeling was sensational, heightening the feeling of eroticism and causing my erection to grow considerably.

Sarah noticed the increasing size of the bulge in my jeans and slid off my lap and knelt on the floor before me. She put a hand on each of my knees and spread my legs slightly with a cheeky smile on her face. She shifted her weight forward slightly and moved her hands towards the button of my jeans. After some fumbling she managed to undo the button and promptly unzipped the fly.

Seeing the bulge in my boxers she stuck out a finger and traced up and down its length several times before leaning forward and tugging the top of my jeans. I lifted my weight slightly and she succeeded in pulling my jeans off, making a show of throwing them away into the corner of the room. She then threw the discarded bra firmly out of the way and undid her robe and similarly discarded it too. She was now knelt before me wearing only black leather heels and black lace panties, and I was sat wearing nothing but tight cotton boxers.

This was soon not the case as Sarah leaned back towards my crotch and pulled off, and discarded, my boxers in a similar fashion the the rest of my clothes. She stopped for a moment to look at my throbbing penis, she extended a hand towards it and gently stroked every inch of it, getting a feel for its size, its weight and its shape. Finally she leaned in closer and parted her mouth slightly. Looking up at me for one last time, she leaned in and with my cock gripped firmly in her hand she opened her mouth and slid the head past her soft lips.

The feeling was indescribable, it was the best thing I had ever felt and signaled the start of a sexual side to our previously chaste relationship. 

She sucked clumsily upon my shaft using her hands for support and her head for stimulation. Occasionally she ventured, perhaps by accident, to take the entire length of the shaft into her mouth at one but every time she had to remove it from her mouth and catch a breath. The feeling was amazing and I remained sat on the couch in a feeling of pure unabated ecstasy.

I managed to get my senses together and opened my eyes and looked towards Sarah, busy at her task. The sight of her performing the act coupled with the actual sensation of her mouth upon my cock brought me close to breaking point. I didn't want to be selfish and certainly didn't want to finish before Sarah had experienced a similar pleasure and so I tilted her head back and kissed her on the forehead. I stood up in-front of her knelt self and lifted her onto the couch, I intended to do to her what she had just done for me and she knew as well as i did what was coming.

I sat her on the couch and in complete role reversal knelt between her outspread legs. I grabbed one of her ankles and gently took the heeled shoe off her beautiful, dainty foot. I placed the foot down softly and then grabbed her other ankle and removed her second shoe. Sarah was watching my every move with a look of focussed desire upon her face, I wasn't going to let her down, I was going to try and give her the best night of her life. Her ankle still in my hand I raised her, now bare, foot towards my face. Softly I kissed each of her five toes and then did the same on the balls of her feet, down her sole and around her heel.

I continued kissing her under her ankle, up her leg and towards her thigh. I slowed my pace and kissed even more gently and even more slowly in order to extend her anticipation. Finally I arrived at my goal and planted one soft kiss on the center of her lace panties. The kiss sent a shiver through her body and made it clear to me that there was only on thing left to do.

I moved my hands to the top of her panties and slid them down her long, smooth, beautiful legs. When the panties had reached her ankles I gave the soles of each of her feet a gentle kiss before removing the panties completely and flinging them away. I leaned back towards her body and looked at her beautiful womanhood.

I was amazed at how perfect it looked and I wanted to rush my face towards it and bury it between her lips, but I restrained myself, thinking only of her pleasure and not my own satisfaction. I exhaled my warm breath onto her already-moist womanhood, with every breath she seemed to twitch a little as though waiting for the moment that I would finally make contact. I continued to tease her as long as I possible could, she was becoming more agitated with every breath and soon she could take it no longer.

She put her hand on the back of my head and pushed my lips towards her crotch. This was all the encouragement I needed and I began to lap hungrily at her pussy. Everything about the act that I was now performing heightened my sense of arousal, the delicate aroma and the texture of her womanhood, the taste in my mouth and the soft moans she made all increased my erection to an almost painful state. I didn't care for my own pleasure at all, I now only cared for Sarah's sexual fulfillment, the pain in my cock or the desperate need that I had to cum were secondary to my pleasuring of the most beautiful creature in the world.

As I continued with my cunnilingus Sarah became more and more aroused, her breath was becoming more labored and every now and then she would pry my head away from her crotch before returning it to its natural place, between her legs. As her arousal grew I decided to up the ante and I began to spend more attention on her clitoris. The tiny bud had peeked from its hood and I wasted no time in stimulating it, first only by licking it but then by sucking it too.

Eventually my oral efforts were too much and with a loud moan Sarah pulled my head away and closed her legs, her eyes were closed and her head was tilted towards the ceiling, I had just given her the first orgasm I would ever give to her, it would not be the last.

I sat up on the couch next to Sarah and watched her as she steadied her breathing. She had been lightly perspiring and her smooth, athletic body was glistening all over. She had always been beautiful in my eyes but it seemed that an orgasm was the only thing that could make here even more attractive. As her breath slowed down she opened her eyes and turned towards me. "Thank you" she said softly, the first words she had spoken all night.

"It was my pleasure." I assured her.

She smiled and looked down towards my cock. It was still wet both from the sweat of my exertions and from the fellatio she had given earlier. She knelt upon the couch and again shuffled towards my lap. She placed a hand on each of my shoulders and, looking down, poised her moist vagina over my aching shaft.

Without warning and without hesitation she lowered herself abruptly onto my waiting cock. My eyes rolled back in my head, the sensation was amazing. Sarah leaned forward and started to kiss me as she began rocking, gently, back and forth. The feeling was phenomenal and my whole body was in such a state of ecstasy that I could barely move. Sarah continued kissing me, alternating between my lips and by neck as she saw fit.

As she got more sure of her self she increased the pace of her rocking and eventually began bouncing on my cock, pumping it hard with her tight, perfect, womanhood. It was more than I could take and my orgasm hit, taking over my whole body, leaving me limp. I came harder than ever before and as I ejaculated Sarah slowed the rocking to a gentle pace. Eventually she raised herself off my shaft and we lay down in each others arms, kissing.

We didn't move for the whole evening, we just lied, naked, in each others arms until eventually we both fell asleep knowing that we had just declared our undying love for one another.



First Time



First

I'm in 11th grade and never had a boyfriend. It's so despicable, an 18 year old that just never happened to talk to a boy like "that" before. Lucky for me I had friends. I guess that's what happens when one attends an all girls' school. The school was rather big- containing at least 40 children per class and 7 multiples of each grade ranging from grade 1 all the way to 12 where one graduates; so doing the math that's approximately 3,360 girls ranging from those various grades. The uniform was a bit tragic but not so depressing- a knee length blue skirt, white short sleeved polo shirt and blue pin and shoes were optional as long as they matched the uniform. The only addition to the uniform was that once you've entered 10th grade you get to wear a tie. 

"Hey Raquel," shouted Angelina "want to go for pizza?" Angelina has been my best friend since she transferred in 8th grade and since that she had introduced me to all her friends that transferred with her from her old school. It was five of us including me and Angelina but the plan for today was for us to go for pizza after school considering it was time for exams and school ended early. But what she forgot to tell me was that she invited someone else

"Hey over here," Angelina yelled to someone, she motioned with a wave of her hand. We were at Dominoes pizza, upstairs having our pepperoni order with bread sticks at a table for four. I thought it weird considering it was just two of us. Later on I remembered we were both supposed to bring guys and have a double lunch date kinda thing.

"Hey Angie" he nodded "who's your friend?" he motioned to me. Looking up at him in disgust, I wondered what Angie saw in that guy- he was around 5ft 11" in height, slender probably weighing 165 with a bit of muscle, he was dark just how Angie liked them since she herself was really fair but his best asset were his eyes – pale brown.

"Nicholas this is Raquel and vice versa" Angie said as she introduced us. He outstretched his hand with a smile and I nervously took it. The handshake was firm and he seemed not to want to let go.

"Your hands are soft" he complimented me with a smile. I smiled back weakly saying

"I don't do much work since I have a maid."

Eyeing us Angelina went on to blabber to her 'boyfriend' about exams and the latest gossip. Looking at her so deep into the conversation I noticed she was really pretty and could do so much better. Her skin was fair as a new born babe and she had naturally auburn hair; she was a little chubby weighing in at 143 with height 5ft 6" but she was voluptuous and shapely. There wasn't much to say about her except that she carried herself well. I on the other hand was of dark complexion as Angie's boyfriend, 5ft 2" in height- really short; weight approximately 125, long black hair to the nape of my neck; my eyes dark brown and for a dark person considering my mother being a white red head I had a lot of light freckles- all over my body.

"You really pretty," he said cutting off my thought. I looked around to see that Angie was gone

"Where's Angelina?" I asked

"Chillax," he began "she had to pee" I could feel his leg rubbing up my thigh with his socks. He leaned in and smiled at me

"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded even more furious that Angie was with such a dimwit

"I'm just being friendly" he winked "you know getting to know you."

"You want to know me?" I giggled silly "I'm your worst nightmare so keep your hands to yourself" I ended as I masked his face with my hand and shoved him back where he belonged. Just then Angie came back

"Raquel" she started, twirling her hair with her fingers "Nick and I and some friends from school will be going to the beach on Saturday,"

"And we'd like you to come" Nick ended. Looking at them both I knew there was a catch, staring Angie down I probed her with my eyes

"Alright," she gave in "you have to bring a guy"

"We're leaving at 9am in front of Burger king" she began "taking a cab to the beach"

"Ok fine, I'll think about it and call you," I said as I took my bag up and headed towards the door

"Why didn't you tell her you were migrating?" Nick asked Angie

"I will in due time," Angie ended as she kissed Nick.

Saturday

"Shall we go?" Angelina asked. I looked around to see Nicholas, Angelina, George, Sandy, Anthony and Christine as usual I was the only one without a guy. Apparently the guy I had asked to go with me from church- one of my childhood friends had plans and couldn't make it, I didn't know anyone else much so I stuck out like a sore thumb.

"So where's your boyfriend?" Nick asked as he nudged closer to me in the car

"I don't have one," I said in a muffled tone as I elbowed him in his side. Looking in Angelina's direction I saw she was looking outside. She sat in the front to give directions to the driver while Nick, I and the others made groups in the back as the car could hold 8 persons.

"That's a shame," he began to say nibbling on my ears. It felt so nice, something I hadn't felt before- sending chills down my spine. I could feel myself getting hot but I could do that to Angie so I hesitantly pushed him away.

"You liked that didn't you," he smirked "my cute little Virgin." He pushed a strand of my hair out of my face behind my ear; agitated I caressed his face with my hand, brought his head close so I could whisper into his pierced ears

"Fuck off, you know you can't have this," I tempted. It was wrong but I felt so good doing it; just then I felt a tap on my shoulder from behind- it was Sandy

"You know Kel," she began "they say good girls are bad girls who don't get caught." Thinking back I can't remember the last time someone called me Kel in short for Raquel. Snapping back to reality I noticed she thought I wanted Nick- stupid Nick for myself

"We're here," Christine shouted from the back "I can't wait to show you my new swimsuit." She ended giving her boyfriend Anthony a peck on the lips

"I can't wait to show you something else," he winked back. I had an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach this trip was going to be hormone raging and awkwardly disgusting. I could already see them groping and bumping and grinding in the water that kids would be playing. Before you knew it Christine and Anthony went to some far estranged end of the beach, Sandy and George did the same, till it was just me, Nicholas and Angelina. Well basically just I because Angelina and Nicholas were doing 'something' out there in the water by themselves while I just stayed on the beach- lay down on my towel reading a romance novel. It didn't even bother me one bit that the other half of the beach was a nude beach so I saw naked men with drooping cocks walking past my head; girls with sagging breasts and pussies with forests full of hair.

I may have been a virgin but at least I knew hygiene. I then felt a sudden splash of water on my body, removing the book from my face I looked up to see Nicholas dripping wet on me.

"May I help you?" I asked

"You've been here 4hrs and haven't gone into the water;" he began "let me do the honors." He outstretched his hand but I simply ignored him

"Where's Angelina?" 

"She went to the bathroom and to visit some friend she has at the bar..."

"And?" I probed

"She asked me to show you a good time," he smiled.

"I highly doubt that," but the straight face he put on said otherwise. Finally giving in I took his hand

"Just so you know I can't swim" I said as he guided me into the cool water. I shivered at how cold it was and he helped me get used to it by splashing water on my back and chest.

"Look you nipples are perking," he smiled jokingly

"And your dick is rising," I said seriously

"I know, that happens when I'm with you," he said almost blushing "come on get on my back, I want to show you something."

Following his orders I hopped on his back, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck he and I bobbed out to sea. Turning around he faced the shore and I could see Angelina watching us as she waved. I tried to wave back but nearly slipped and lost balance.

"Raquel I want to fuck you," Nicholas said bluntly to me "No one will know just turn around."

"I refuse and you're inconsiderate if you ask me," I began "you have a girl and your trying to hook up with me?"

"It's not my fault you're so attractive," he pleaded "your lips, breasts, your body is so enticing."

Now I have never kissed a guy, touched a guy, let one touch me or even have sex; yet this guy wanted to do it all in one day. Even more unforgivable he wanted to enter little old virgin me in salt water.

"At least let me finger you," he ended my thoughts

"No, if you touch me I'll scream," I threatened

"No you won't," he said with a smile so evil I held my tongue. I didn't trust what he could do and what influence he had on me or Angelina.

I felt him place his hands in the front part of my bikini bottoms. I gasped as no one had ever touched me there before. Utterly disgusted at what I was allowing him to do I closed my eyes and gripped onto his shoulder blades. Soon his whole hand was in and he began groping and feeling

"You're really fat," he began "I like it" he parted the folds of my lips and stroked the inside

"So warm and wet," he murmured; I said nothing. Using his index finger he moved up to my clitoris, rubbing the bud in a circular motion so much so that it drove me crazy. I began panting which stimulated his actions as he shoved his finger into me

"Oww," I grinded my teeth as I felt the sudden pain at his entrance. The bastard had he no shame; better yet had I no shame, going into the water with my best friend's boyfriend and letting him take advantage of me. Is this what I've become? Am I that desperate for a bit of experience? For a second glance?

I was brought back to reality when his hand left my underwear and he turned me to face him. My legs still wrapped around his waist and my hands resting on his shoulders. I felt him pull out his cock. It was hard and he began to nudge it against the opening of my bikini bottoms he made with his fingers. I panicked.

"Please don't," I begged

"Fine," he said pulling of the part of my top that covered my breasts. I felt him grope my nipples with his fingers, pulling them and twisting them. It felt good and I tried hard not to let myself enjoy it until I saw his head swoop under the water. Before I knew it he was sucking on them, s saw on T.V. and had no idea it felt this good. Surfacing he said

"Let's get back to shore,"

I didn't reply. We came back on shore and without saying anything to anyone I went for my clothes to change. When I came back I saw Nick and Angie laying on the sand making out. I wanted to tell her so bad what he did but I knew I had to wait.

"Oh Raquel," she began "can you wait with nick while I go change."

I gulped hard but she was my friend so I simply nodded. I lay down on the towel I still had spread for myself, my back turned to him.

"Come on, I'm sorry," he comforted, stroking my back. I continued to ignore him until he turned me to face him and drew me close. So close I could feel his breath on my lips

"I'm sorry okay," he sympathized "but you tempted me and I just couldn't resist." I opened my mouth to protest but he cut me off as he shoved his tongue down my throat. For a good 5 seconds I stared at him, eyes closed, and swirling his tongue in and around my mouth; it felt warm and so nasty, I could hardly believe that this was what my first kiss would be like, especially not with my boyfriend but with someone else's. After the 5 seconds had gone I noticed I had begun to follow what he was doing, probably by instinct, I began to swirl my tongue around also, knocking out tongues together. When he broke from the kiss he said

"I should never have done that," right then and there Angie appeared and asked us if we were ready to go. I knew I just had to call her later.

Later that day

"Hello Angie," I hesitated "I've got something to tell you."

"It's ok Raquel, I know,"

"You do?" I questioned, he couldn't have told her. That'll just spoil my chances especially being her best friend, did I lose to the 'boyfriend'?

"Yeah, Nick told me," I could feel her smile across the phone. Nick, that bastard; but if he told her why isn't she upset

"He told me you had a thing for him so to ease your peace of mind he kissed you," she practically bragged. I had a 'thing' for him and 'he' eased 'my' peace of mind. That's the big piece of shit story I've ever heard. Who did he think he is?

"I can understand since you've never been with a guy before and you don't know what you're feeling now for Nick," she suddenly became my therapist; examining the problem and assessing me as if I were some piece of evidence found at a crime scene. What next? Based on the evidence found here it is clear that I am voted most likely to steal your boyfriend.

"I forgive you both," she tried to end. She forgave me? Did he tell her half of what happened? No, silly, if he did she wouldn't be forgiving him better yet both of us. That lying scumbag; she noticed I hadn't said anything and so continued

"Is that what you wanted to say?" she asked. I began to form the words "no" with my mouth when she interrupted

"I love him so dearly and I don't know what I would do if we have to part even more suddenly."

"Yes that's all," I started "but what do you mean by 'even more suddenly'?"

"Oh I'm so sorry I forgot to tell you and you're my bestest friend," she got teary eyed "I'm migrating."

"Wtf Angie?" I practically screamed "you tell me this now!" I was at the top of my lungs. She was leaving after all the plans we made to attend the same school and follow through with our similar dreams. She was going to go far away, away from me and Christine and Sandy and ....Nicholas. Yes Nicholas, that means they'd have to break up, which ultimately takes Mr. Guilt off my shoulders. I can just forget the whole thing happened

"When are you leaving?" I said when I recovered

"Tomorrow," she said quietly, in a tone so low it was depressing

"I see," I tried to smile "well I hope you enjoy your new life, don't forget me and I'll try to email you every day."

She burst out into tears and I was on the verge of holding my own in. that meant that Saturday at the beach was our last time spent together, she relished in it with her boyfriend but then again who wouldn't, she probably really loved him.

"I'll miss you the most," she ended as she tried to get a hold of herself and hung up the phone.

That night I couldn't recall how long it had been since I cried like that. When I thought about it, it probably was the time my cousin died, after all we we're living together. he taught me everything I knew- how to ride a bike, roller blade, climb trees, play basketball, the works; that's probably why I stayed so fit all these years, almost getting a 4pack. Putting the thought aside I dried my tears and said to myself

"Everything happens for a reason, no use crying over spilt milk,"

Days went by

I can't believe because of what happened I'm spending my summer moping around. People would think I'm a lesbian or something crying over a girl. You'd think she broke my heart the way I was behaving; interrupting my thoughts I heard my cell phone ring

"Who's calling me from an unknown number?" I asked myself, thinking back on what I just said I remembered there's a song that goes like that.

"Hello, Good morning," I answered 

"Is this Raquel?" I heard a male voice on the other line

"Yes it is," I said doubt fully, as soon as that was said he began crying in abundance

"Excuse me are you okay?" he then became sniffing and hiccupping. I thought it weird, I've never seen a guy cry before except my uncle when his son died but that was about it and that surely didn't count in this case

"I miss Angie," he bawled, it was then I recognized the voice. It was Nicholas

"What do you want Nick?" my voice changed from concerned to demanding. I didn't want this person calling me not after what he did to me and Angie.

"Can I come see you, I need a shoulder to cry on?" he asked.

"Not on your life plus you don't know where I live," I was furious "if you find my house I'll consider it," I teased. As if that loser would ever find my house.

"Don't underestimate me little lady," his tone changed "I got your number didn't I? There's something called a phone book." He ended as he hung up the phone. I heard dial tone and I couldn't help but think he might just have his way. I began walking around the house, how could I not have noticed I'm the only one here. My brother moved out last week, my sister is spending a two week vacation in Florida, my Dad went to work and won't be back till late and my mom is on some business trip in some far away country. I was home alone, just like the movie- only thing it wasn't Christmas and I'm not being chased by burglars.

Ignoring the fact that he might actually be successful in locating my house, I went around doing what I usually do when I panic- clean. I scowered the bathrooms, swept the rooms, made the bed, cooked some food, wiped the floor and when I thought I'd had enough I went and took a long hot bath. Soaking my hair and all in the tub. When I finished I put on a black tank top, some laced pink panties and a plated mini skirt that barely covered my buttocks considering it was summer and it was really hot outside. I remembered that I hadn't checked my mail all day and went on the computer to do so. As I logged into facebook.com I heard a knock at the door, getting up I peeped through the curtains

"Oh my God, you've got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed as I saw Nicholas standing on my front porch. Looking down at the floor I saw my hair was still dripping wet. Running to get a towel I rummaged it through my hair and threw it aside before I heard the knock once more. Opening the door half way I barred the door with my arm preventing him from entering and in the harshest tone asked

"What do you want?" I saw his expression change and a broad smiled appeared on his face. He began to rake me with his eyes from the top of my chest- lingering on my breasts, to my mid section, down to my legs and finally my sandals. In the same fashion he began again from the my sandals up to the top of my chest. I tried to cover my body as if he had X-ray vision seeing me naked.

"I want your comfort," he teased biting on his lips.

"Get off my porch!" I yelled practically so the neighbors could hear

"Now now, is that how you treat your best friend's boyfriend?" he chanted as he close the distance between us "be a good girl and let me in," he took my chin in his hands and drawing my face closer to him blew in my ear. Not that what he did had an effect on me, I let him in because it was in my nature to be courteous. When he entered I offered him a seat and something cold to drink as he was sweating; so much so that it was stinking up the place I had just cleaned. Trying not to offend him, I turned on the fan in the living room and lit one of the glade scented candles to cancel out the aroma he was spreading.

"Aren't you going to show me around?" he began to jest. Ignoring his comment I led the way; I showed him my parents master bedroom which had a walk in closet and a bathroom, I showed his my art gallery where I did all my paintings as a hobby, the 3 bathrooms, my sister's room, my brother's room, my room, the basement, the kitchen, the dining room, the gym, the basement, the back yard and the attic. When we came back to the living room I turned on the T.V and changed it to MTV to see some of the latest music videos.

"Is this how you comfort me?' he asked

"The best way to comfort you is to not have you think about her," I responded dryly. We were sitting on the couch, I on the far end to the right and him on the far end to the left. He inched closer to me but by bit and whispered in my ear




First Time



"So I take I'm to think about you," he breathed as he blew into my ear.

"Get away from me," I shoved him and stormed off going into my art gallery. Opening the closet there I took out some paper and placed it on the standing board. I needed to release some tension and art was always the best way to do it. Going back to the closet I rummaged through for some pencils. As I closed the door, turning on my heel, I saw nick was behind me; startled I dropped the pencils I had in my hands and inched back. With every time I inched back he inched closer barricading me against the closet with his arms on either side of the door. I looked up at him, my throat parched at what he might do

"I don't know what you did to me?" he began "but that kiss the other day got me hook." He ended as he took my mouth in his. As usual I hated the kiss, and I hated him for stealing my first kiss. I tried to push him away only to have him grab both my hands and pin them above my head, bracing them against the closet. I grunted at the sudden pain I felt on impact. He didn't stop kissing me; instead he used his other hand to pull the front of my tank top groping my breast with his large hands.

"So soft," he murmured beneath the kiss and began squeezing harder to the point where it began to hurt me and I thought my breasts would squish like jelly in his hands. Still pinning my hands he removed his lips from mine and replaced them on my breasts, covering my mouth with his other hand to muffle my screams. He sucked on my breasts gently at first, licking the nipples back and forth as he did so; taking the buds in his teeth he pulled gently as she worked wonders with his tongue. My knees began to go weak at the intense pleasure I was feeling from this and he removed his hands from my mouth to hear my moans. I began to slide to the floor and instead of trying to keep me up, he slid with me laying me on the ground and towering over me, both his legs outside of mine trapping me. Releasing my hands for just a short moment he pulled my top from over my head, my breasts juggled at the sudden movement. He looked down at me as if hypnotized by my body, eyes still locked on my breasts he removed my panties. The phone rang

"Don't get that," he said with my breast in his mouth once more.

"I have to it might be my parents," I pleaded. He gave in and I breathed a sigh of relief for the short lived escape. My parent's room was the closet one with a phone. Sitting on their bed I answered

"Hello, good afternoon?"

"Raquel?" said a fine voice on the other side

"Monique?" Monique was one of my childhood friends before I met Angelina. We used to do everything together, she was at all my birthday bashes and I was at hers; we used to call each other every day, you would believe we were kids the way we could use the phone.

"I hadn't heard from you in a while and decided to call," she began. My eyes following Nick's movements I saw him kneel before me, pulling my legs so that my bum was at the edge of the bed he lifted my skirt.

"Don't" I mouthed, but that didn't stop him as he used his index finger to play with my clitoris. I didn't want to cut Monique off as I had spoken with her in a while but I didn't know how to stop him without giving myself away on the phone. I tried using my hands to push him away but that only made matters worse as he held both my hands in one of his leaving me to rest the phone on my shoulder to talk to Monique.

"So what are you doing this summer?" she asked me

"Oh nothing," I said breathless as he stuck his finger inside me, thrusting it in and out until my juices started flowing.

"You're so wet" he whispered "you're turning me on," he said licking up whatever ran down. Moistening his fingers with my cum he twisted and traced the little bud called my clitoris as he licked the lips of my vagina. It got to the point where all I had to do was listen to Monique as my response would have been full of ecstasy.

"Monique I have to go, something came up," I finally got myself to say in one piece

"Okay ttyl," she ended as he hung up.

"Good girl," Nick breathed as he rubbed his face back and forth in my pussy. My hands still bound by his, he used his free hand to finger me again as he sucked on me. Trying to wriggle free I noticed my legs tightened around his face intensifying the pleasure. My body began to rivet as what I think I was feeling was a climax. Noticing what was happening he shoved his hand into my mouth to muffle my upcoming scream and my body shook as if I was a rocket taking off. I panted heavily as he licked me where I was still ultrasensitive.

"You're the best I've ever tasted," he smiled licking my saliva from his hands. I thought it was so nasty, everything he did to me but I enjoyed it so much.

"Right now I want to pleasure you, so I won't ask you to return the favor," he grinned. What could he possibly obtain from pleasuring me? I couldn't see through it, most men I've studied only wanted a woman for the pleasure the woman herself can give to the man not what he can obtain from pleasuring her. As if reading my thoughts he said

"You think too much," with that said he lifted my legs around so I lay flat on the bed. My parent's bed. My top was in the art gallery and so were my panties so all I had on was my skirt. Towering above me he ran his fingers through my wet silky hair, grabbing it at the ends and smelling the lingering scent of the Herbal Essences shampoo. A smile was brought to his face which showed me he was utterly delighted.

"You smell great, you taste great," he began "what else are you great at?"

I saw his smile broaden which meant he was determined to find out at all costs. I gulped hard and thought back; why was it that I let him in? Why was it that I'm in the position I'm in now? Why is it I can't refuse him? All these questions I knew I had the answer to for the moment I first saw him I was envious of the loving relationship He and Angelina had portrayed and my head got swollen at the attention he gave me. The flirting, the touching, all of it, I enjoyed every bit of it. I was attracted to him and I couldn't help myself. No one had ever dared do what he did; which brings me back to a question that never came up. If I'm all that he says I am and more why is it that I'm still single? 

I felt his wet kisses run down from the nape of my neck, to my shoulders, he paused to lick my nipples in clockwise and anti clockwise directions with his tongue, then moved on the trace a path of saliva down my belly, he stopped at my navel and weirdly enough filled it with spit. Using his index finger he pushed it into my navel and I watched as the wetness he donated slush over the sides onto my belly.

"Your navel's so deep," he beamed up at me, the second he did so I knew that there was a double meaning there somewhere. Coming back up to kiss me, a kiss I should have refused but couldn't; I felt him unbuckle his pants above me. Without hesitation he took his penis out of his boxers and began stroking it as if jerking off to me. He didn't break from the kiss as he did so; I could feel him now sucking on my tongue, although the thought was utterly nasty it felt good. Giving in we took turns sucking on each other's tongues and lips and basically playing swordfight with our mouths. So much so that we were both drooling as saliva had been running down our chins in the process to the point that we looked like anime lovers.

It was a while now that his dick became hard to his content and lifting my skirt to flap on my belly he beat his well hard cock on the side of my leg at first, then on my now fat cunt. With every tap of his dick on my pussy I felt the lips of them begin to swell and I wondered if I was being bruised. Sticking his finger inside me he pulled out a really wet finger, I was amazed at how wet it was since it seemed to be dripping; wiping the liquid on my lips he kissed me before shoving that same finger down my throat. I sucked on it as I felt that was the purpose and noted the taste of my bodily fluids were salty.

"Nice huh?" he said as he released his fingers and now began to nudge his equipment against my creamy wet centre. I arched my back in expectation of the sudden I was to feel as I had learnt in Biology class. But the more I expected the more I was disappointed as he eased easily into me after a series of nudging.

"It's because you're so wet," he nibbled at my ear. So does this mean I won't be in pain? I asked myself but sooner said than done I felt it.

"Holy fu..." I grunted as I felt him plunge deeper into me. So deep that I could feel it in my stomach. It hurt but at the same time it felt good. I wanted him to stop but I didn't want him to come out. The feeling of him inside me brought tears to my eyes. Kissing the tears away as it ran down my cheeks he held my body firm to the bed by my shoulders after he wrapped my legs around his waist for better penetrance. His thrusts became faster and harder and I then wanted him to stop; but because he was holding me I couldn't wriggle free and my legs that were around his waist just gave him more control and access. He started grunting and panting and when I looked up into his eyes I saw they were red with desire. I suddenly got scared and wondered if he was possessed, if he wouldn't stop until he came. I felt myself getting sore and it began to hurt to the point where I thought I was bleeding. My tears then began to fall like rain as I couldn't stand the pain. 

"Almost there," he grunted as he felt himself about to cum. Releasing himself from me he shot his millions of tiny little sperm all over leg and stomach. The liquid was creamy, thick and in abundance.

Snapping back to reality he stopped

"Did I hurt you?" he asked. The look on my face stated the obvious, getting the hint he released himself from me, he kissed me where I was throbbing and proceeded to put on his clothes. As if reading my mind he said

"I'm sorry for the trouble I caused, I'll be leaving now." I took up one of the Kleenex tissues from the box on the night table next to me and wiped up his come from my body. I knew I'd have to shower again. I didn't have to show him the way out as he exited himself. Picking up the phone I looked for the number Angelina had given me

"Hello Angelina?" I began nervously "I have something to tell you."

THE END



First Time



This happened long ago. My wife and I had been married for about a year. We met in college and were sweethearts from the start. It happened so quickly that it did not seem like we were dating, we were just together all the time. It was not asking if she was free this Friday, we just knew we were for each other. It seemed we immediately recognized in each other what we were looking for, which was something different from our parents. Cathie's father was a martinet, overbearing, controlling, and domineering. I was laid back and easy going. 

Cathie was a giver, a pleaser, considerate, concerned about others. Also, although she tired to hide it, she had considerable physical assets under her loose fitting clothes.

One thing we did not do together was sex! Cathie, like me, had been raised in a strict religious background so there was no sex involved (until we got engaged). So we were both sexually inexperienced. 

Luckily, after graduation, we both landed jobs and got married. I was working with a good accounting firm and Cathie as a nurse.

One day, I was walking back from lunch with one of my bosses, who was about 15 years older than I and a fun guy; he suggested a detour down a side street. We came upon an adult book store, and he said, "Let's check this out."

In we went (my first visit to such a place). Immediately, we were confronted with huge tits! On covers of magazines though. My boss said, "You check out the left side; I'll look at the right." I think he did not want me to see what he was looking at. 

As I wandered, I noticed a group of magazines with covers that seems to have snap shots of ordinary people. Intrigued, I picked one up. It was what I learned was called a contact or swingers magazine. Hmmm, a way for swingers to contact each other, I thought. My impression of this scene was one of wife swapping. People got together and swapped partners. However, as I looked through this magazine, I was surprised to learn it was much more diverse than that. 

Finally the magazine came open to a page with ads from people in my area. Right in front of me at the bottom, middle of the page was a photo of a man's naked torso – well a bit more than his torso as his genitalia were on prominent display, and impressive genitals they were too. His face was not visible (but then again, that was not what he was selling), but his revealed torso showed a beefy man of middle age (he did state his age in the ad – he was some 20 years older than my wife and I). 

However, as I alluded, his torso was not the only thing that was beefy. He had a long, thick, uncircumcised cock, with foreskin forming an "O" at the end of his prick, framed by two hanging, robin's eggs large balls. It was difficult to judge by looking at the picture but it appeared that his penis, which extended to the base of his scrotum, was at least 7" while at its ease.

The surprising thing, if not shocking to me, was that the ad was directed towards husbands. He even listed his phone number! In essence, Alan, as his name was stated in the ad, was exhorting husbands to bring their wives to him, or at least make them available, to get a good and proper fucking! This was unheard of in my world at the time. Oh I knew about cuckolds, but not willing ones. I always thought that cuckolding resulted in the wronged husbanding shooting lead from a gun and not sperm from his cock at the revelation of his being cuckolded. 

I was shocked at my reaction, which was to look with fascination at the picture and the ad, which I read several times, and which caused a stirring in my genitals! What was that about?! Not that I imagined my wife in a position like that; but did men actually contact this man? The thought of it aroused me and greatly confused me at the same time.

Suddenly, I put the magazine down, like getting rid of guilty evidence, realizing that I had been holding it for some time. I looked around and was relieved to see that no one had noticed what I had been looking at. 

For the next week, thoughts of this man, of my calling him, and even of my wife naked in his arms, and other images came unbidden into my mind. They were quickly banished. "No, no, no, not my wife, not the woman I love," I said to myself. This was wrong! It was so very wrong. What kind of a man would do this, even think about it. I felt dirty and unworthy. 

However, one day, without conscious thought, I found myself taking the same detour my boss and I had taken, and, subsequently found myself outside the adult bookstore. I paused when I realized where I was, but then quickly moved on. I was actually sweating and it was not that hot out.

Then one night when Cathie was working midnights, I had a dream. In my dream, as I walked into our home, I saw my wife and this man in our living room. However, they were not sitting and talking - when I say I saw my wife, I should say I saw her on her knees with her naked ass sticking up. This man, who now had a face, was smirking at me as he sat in a chair, legs splayed out, with my wife between them, her head bobbing up and down in his crotch! It turned out to be a wet dream and I awakened as I shot my semen.

Again, I felt confused, ashamed, a husband does not allow this to happen to his wife; nonetheless I also had to admit that it was incredibly arousing. Ultimately I fell asleep. After that I did not immediately banish images of my wife and this man when they came, still unbidden, into my mind. 

The following week, I had to take some documents to a client one morning. My boss felt it would be a good opportunity to connect with the client and I walked to his office alone. I did, in fact, have a good visit. I felt good walking back to the office; and, when I came to that side street, I walked down it. Without thinking, I entered the adult book store and headed for the section where I had seen that magazine of the beefy guy. When I got there, I did not see the magazine. My heart jumped! Where is it?! I looked frantically for it. It had four snapshots on a black cover. I did not see it! Damn! Wait a minute – why was I so disappointed? I did not intend to contact this guy, right? What did it matter? I was confused again but compelled to continue looking. 

Then I saw a similar magazine but this had a red cover. I looked closer and realized this was the next edition. What if his ad is not in this edition?! I quickly flipped to the section covering our area. There he was! Relief! Shock! Why was I so relieved?

Confused, I left the bookstore and was soon back in the office. The first thing I did was to write in my pocket calendar, "Alan – 555-5555" (well not all 5s but his actual number). I did not realized that I had memorized the number!

The next week, Cathie was working afternoons. One of those evening, I found myself pacing by the phone. Then I found myself standing with the phone in my hand. Although torn, I was soon dialing Alan's number!

"Yeah," came a gruff answer to my call.

"Uh, is this Alan?"

"Yeah, watta want?"

"Uh, I saw your ad and I was wondering ..."

"You got a wife? I don't waste my time on just bullshitting."

"Oh yes, I have a wife. I, hmmm, was just wondering ..."

"Yeah, what? You want to see her get fucked by a big cock? You've come to the right place."

What a jerk I thought. What am I doing talking to any man about my wife, let alone someone who sounded like a low class dirt bag. Easy enough, just hang up, but for some reason I did not. I still stayed on the line. There was a certain thrill in doing what I considered really taboo. Although there was an internal battle raging, externally, I followed my dick. Not only did I stay on the line but I was standing, talking to him. Standing like one's does when professor or superior enters the room. This too mildly excited me. It was like he was already taking control.

"Well I haven't talked to her about it yet, but I think I would like to explore it."

"Tell you what – call me when you have figured it out. No, wait, tell me about her first and then I'll let you know if you can call me again."

What the hell is this, I thought – I have to sell him on the idea of having sex with my wife?! He should be thankful. Look how long it took me to get her, and I felt like the luckiest man alive when we finally did have sex. Now I have to entice this cretin to have sex with my wife? I thought again that I should just hang up. Nonetheless, I stayed, standing, on the line and responded to his command to tell him about my wife.

"Well she is about 5'6, 140 pounds, light brown hair, blue eyes, attractive."

"Get to the good stuff," he said gruffly.

"Uh," I said, feeling very odd about being told to reveal my wife's intimate areas to this crude stranger. I do not know why, but I continued talking, "Her measurements are like 38- 26- 40."

"Describe her tits in detail."

Hmmm, this was getting more uncomfortable, but perversely more exciting as I followed his orders and answered his questions.

"Well they are large and full, heavy, I guess, and they curve up a little, they do not just hang down, just a little sag due to the weight and her nipples stick out quite a lot when aroused. Her aureole are large and a dark pink."

Wow! That was a lot to reveal. I almost felt like I was undressing my wife for him. In fact, I had undressed somewhat while saying this. I had unbuckled my belt and my pants and underpants were around my ankles while my now hard dick was in my hand. 

"How large?"

"Double the area of a silver dollar?, I think."

"O.K., tell me about her cunt."

I was a little stunned about his coarseness in his referring to my wife's vagina as a cunt. It was not a word that either my wife or I used. But did I hang up? No.

"Well her pussy lips are puffy and give good padding when fucked hard." Wow, did I really just say that? "She has a nice thatch of hair surrounding her pussy. "

Now I just volunteered, "Her ass is beautifully shaped, wonderfully soft, large ass cheeks."

"O.K. Talk to her and you can call me when she is ready. She sounds like the kind of woman I enjoy fucking. I like a little something to hold onto, heh heh, as well as hold and feel and it sounds like she has a lot."

Two more strokes and I came. After this call I felt bothered, confused – did I really just do that? Did I just tell a stranger the intimate details of my wife's body, hoping that he would deign to meet her and fuck her? What kind of man would do that, talking like that about someone he loved and had a duty to protect? I felt dirty and told myself I would not do that again. I tried to deny the overwhelming feeling of arousal I had felt and vowed to keep my promise not to do it again. 

Besides, I did not think Cathie would go for this at all. Whatever my conscious mind was doing, it seems my subconscious mind was working overtime. Occasionally, it would seep into my consciousness and a thought would appear that it would be hot just to have my wife talk to him. That thought would soon be banished though. 

The next time I made love to Cathie, I spoke to her with a French accent. She giggled and mentioned my name, telling me to stop, with a laugh in her voice. I told her she is mistaken, that I am Jacques and am very happy that her husband was out of town and that she was kind enough to put me up for the night. More giggling, but I stayed in character, and surprisingly, she had a good orgasm, which she often did not during intercourse. Hmmm.

I continued to role play when we made love. I could be someone from the ghetto, the plumber, a police officer, who needed to arrest and search her. All were met with success and resulted in nice orgasms for my wife.

I found myself alone one evening and horny; and, without a thought, I was soon dialing Alan on the phone, despite my pledge. To hell with the pledge I thought, this is hot stuff. I told Alan that I would like to bring my wife over to his place on Friday, but could not guarantee that she would be up for sex. I had to convince her just to meet.

He said, "O.K. I'll stay here until 9 p.m., then I am going out. So have her here before that. Here are my rules. If the woman decides that she does not want to have sex, then I have to get something for the effort, which is she has to strip and I get to play with her for 5 minutes. You understand that?"

"Yes, sir." Where did the 'sir" come from? Saying sir to him, who by all indications was the farthest thing from a sir? In any event, he gave me directions and told me, "I like my women to looks sexy, but not slutty when I first meet them. Tel me what you will have her wear for me."

"Well, she has a nice black dress, shows only a little bit of cleavage and black heels and black pantyhose."

"No pantyhose. Get her some seamed stockings and a garter belt or some thigh highs. I like the idea of a little black dress so she does not look like a hooker, but I want it loose at the top so when she bends over, her tits are on display."

"Sounds like you do not have exactly what I want. Here is what you do," he continued, "go to the Paris Boutique and ask for Ann. Tell her Alan sent you and that you need something for your wife. She will know what to get."

Now I was walking into something that was over my head. How could I get Cathie to agree? Well, first things first. I wanted to be discreet so I picked a Tuesday mid afternoon to go to the Boutique. Fortunately, it was empty when I went in except for one saleswoman. It turned out this tall, statuesque woman was she. When I told her that Alan had suggested that I get something for my wife at her store. She gave a small, perhaps derisive, laugh.

Smiling, she said, "this is something for your wife or something for your wife for Alan?'

"Uh, something sexy. I know Alan and he said you would be able to pick out something sexy for my wife."

"Let me ask you again, is this something for your wife or something for your wife for Alan to enjoy? I can pick out something sexy, but I must know if it is for Alan's pleasure so I will pick something somewhat unique."

"Hmmm, something for Alan to enjoy." I said, turning red. Ann gave me a knowing look, perhaps condescending? She went to the front door and place a sign saying the store would re-open at 4 p.m. It was now 3 p.m.

"I have had several husbands come to my store to ensure that Alan really enjoys their wives. He is apparently good at giving wives something that their husbands apparently cannot. Follow me."

We went to a back room. "Now let's start with lingerie. What size is your wife?"

I gave her my approximation as I had told Alan. 

"Did you get those sizes from her underwear?"

"No, but I think they are right."

She disappeared into another room, and, when she returned, she was wearing just a bra on her torso. Wow, I thought. She did have large breasts and the bra left quite a lot of them exposed. She then bent over and even more was exposed. It was what I would call a black shelf bra. No straps. 

"You said that your wife was a 38. I am a 38 D, do these look like your wife's?"

"Yes"

"She is this large?"

The truth was yes she was and I so answered.

She disappeared again and when she returned she was wearing the bra but now she was showing stockings, garter belt, and sheer black panties. 

"What about this? So you like? Is your wife built like me below the waist?"

I could hardly speak. She was so hot. A woman like this in her underwear right in front of me! 

"Uh, she is a little bigger around the hips and derriere, but otherwise yes."

"Not much of an answer, but I will take care of it. Do you like the panties? They are so sheer, you can see what you are going to get. Come over here. Kneel down and look up."

My pants were tenting and there was no way I was not going to do what this sex bomb was telling me to. So I did get down and did look up and saw the very clear outlines of a shaved vagina! 

"Would you like to lick it?"

"I have never done that, but yes. It is magnificent."

"What?! No wonder you are going to Alan. After you buy these clothes and visit Alan you can come back and maybe, maybe, I will show you how to pleasure a woman with your tongue. Now get up."

She picked out a dress to go with the rest of the outfit and I was on my way, stunned. Now how to get Cathie to agree to go to Alan's.

I made love to Cathie that night, and, afterwards, I raised the subject of her with other men. I said I was surprised to learn that a lot of couples engaged in wife sharing, but that it made some sense, particularly since Cathie had experienced only me. She did not know that the same limited experience existed for me, assuming that in high school I must have had sex.

"But I have you and Jacques, the plumber, the policeman," she said laughingly. "Why would I need more?"

"Because the real thing would be even more exciting. I know that this excites you. You should act on it."

"No, you are enough for me. I could never be unfaithful to you." She said it with a "that's the end of the conversation" tone. The ensuing silence was broken when she said, "Am I not enough for you?"

"What! Why would you think that?"

"If you want me to have another man, I assume that you will want a woman, no?"

"No, no, not at all! This is for you. I do not want you to have any regrets when you get older, to wonder what you missed; and you shouldn't worry about being unfaithful since you would not be because I want it to happen," I said.

"Oh, thinking only of me, huh?"

"Well it is not all altruistic, I must admit. It would be exciting for me if this happened. I would enjoy it too."

"Really?!"

"Yes, I do not know why, but I would get excitement from it too. So this is for both of us." I said. 

She said nothing more on the subject. 

What to do? Well I told her that on Friday, I would come home early and was taking her out. 

On Friday, I presented her with the outfit I had bought. She thought it was scandalous, but I said it just the lingerie and with a little prompting, she relented and put it on. We went out for an early dinner with drinks and wine. When she was feeling mellow and a little tipsy, I said it was time to go. 

Once in the car, I said I was taking her to house of a man I knew and we could chat about this wife sharing business. She said, "absolutely not." However, as I said, she is a pleaser; and when I said it would mean a lot to me and nothing had to happen, she again relented.

It was only about a 10 to 15 minute drive. When we pulled down Alan's street, we both noticed that we were in the seedy part of this town. Nonetheless, we pushed on. When Alan answered our knock on his apartment door, Cathie was literally taken aback. He was wearing a sleeveless under shirt, wrinkled pants, he was unkempt and not at all attractive. I guided her into the apartment. Alan then gave her a leering look and said, "Nice tits." Cathie blanched, but trudged on with my hand on her back.

Alan led us to his living room and directed Cathie to the couch and me to a chair. He took a seat on the couch next to Cathie. We had a brief conversation, which only succeeded in turning Cathie off even more. He really seemed a lout. 

At the first lull, he said, "Let's have some drinks." He looked at Cathie and said, " There's some beer in the frig and a tray next to it. Get one for each of us." There was no asking. This must have brought Cathie back to her family days when her father would treat her like this. You could see Cathie getting steamed, but surprisingly she remained mute and just stood and went to the kitchen.

"I like it when a woman knows her place." Alan said, with a little laugh.

Cathie returned, stony faced, holding the tray with both hands. Alan waived her over to him first. She bent a little to let him take a beer. He put his hand on one of the bottles, but instead of taking it away, he just held it and put a little pressure on the tray so that Cathie would have to bend some more. Now the genius of the dress was revealed. It fell away from her body, exposing my wife's breasts to his gaze. He made no pretense of not looking and a smile crept across his ugly face. 




First Time



Now Cathie realized what had happened and her predicament. She fidgeted a little but clearly did not know how to get out of this gracefully, so she just stayed there, bent over, blushing furiously, and suffered him to look at her breasts. It was like she was a mute, she did not even speak. It ended only when he took the bottle away, saying, "really nice tits!"

We talked a little, Cathie remaining quiet and looking put out, but she would not be so rude as to just up and leave and was allowing things to progress, which is her nature to please. Finally, it got around to sex. Alan with his coarse directness asked if she was ready to go to bed with him. This finally got Cathie to speak. However, she did so with lowered eyes and quietly, so as not to offend.

"Thank you, but I do not think so tonight," she said.

Thank you! What was that about? Perhaps because this man was old enough to be her father and acted a bit like him, she had reverted to being a teen ager under his control?

Cathie then got up and said to me, "Can we leave?"

Alan replied, "Yes, you can leave but only right after you comply with my rules."

"Which are?" Cathie asked.

"You strip and I play with you for ten minutes." (I noted he added on 5 minutes).

"What?!?!"

"Your husband agreed to this. You are not going to welsh on our agreement. I want something for the effort."

Cathie looked at me with some shock when I somewhat shame faced, nodded yes. 

I wondered what she would do. She does not like to cause scenes, she is usually complaint to others' wishes, but I sensed this was too much. Even with all the drinks she had, I thought she would refuse. However, Cathie simply hesitated for a few seconds, obviously contemplating what to do. Then she bowed her head. I could not read the look on her face; it was determined, angry, or resigned. I judged it to be that she would finally take a stand and just say no, regardless of any commitment on my part. 

Finally she moved - her hands went to the back of her dress and I heard the zipper come down. She then slid the straps off her shoulders and the dress cascaded to the floor, forming a puddle at her feet. She looked magnificent. Too good for this clod, I thought. I was about to end it, but could not speak as I saw my wife for the first time exposed to another man's eyes; and he was looking hungrily at her. I was conflicted, thinking I should save her from what she obviously does not want, but I was also excited. The conflict froze me.

"Keep going," he said.

She did. She unfastened her bra and let her heavy breast loose, which elicited a whistle from Alan. Then she slid down her panties, stepped out of them one leg at a time and stood there with head bowed, blushing, and hands at her side. She looked as gorgeous as I had ever seen her. The garter belt and stockings emphasized her hourglass figure and also highlighted the fact that her intimate parts were totally exposed. 

"You can stop there," Alan said.

He got up and took hold of her breasts, feeling them and then rubbing her nipples in a circular motion. I felt like a betrayer since I had told him that this never fails to excite her, and judging from the reaction of her nipples it did not fail now. Alan now faced her and took possession of her nipples between his forefinger and thumb. He squeezed. Cathie's mouth open but all that came out was a soft "oh."

Alan smiled at the reaction and or the lack of any other reaction. Next he started to pull those big, heavy babies up and away from her body. As they stretched to what appeared to be an uncomfortable length, her hands came up about 6 inches, shaking, and her mouth opened again but all that come out of it was an "uuuuuhh." She was taking no action to stop him and was not telling him to stop it. I had never seen this before.

Alan was taking a great deal of delight in her discomfort (or was it in her reaction?) caused by the handling of her breasts. He continued his assault, twisting, pinching, and pulling on her big, full mammaries. Her reaction continued to be the same; she would close or squeeze her eyes shut, her mouth would utter a sound like "uuuuuuhh," her hands would start to rise, there would be a little shaking, but otherwise she let him abuse her tits. This truly shocked me, but it was an erotic sight I had to admit. 

He let her breasts drop, moved to her side, took her left breast in his mouth, let his right hand wander to my wife's ass and his left hand to my wife's vagina. He was apparently biting her nipple a little hard since he got a similar reaction of my wife moving her hands and again letting out a "oh."

He brought up his left hand after it had been in the area of my wife's pussy. It was glistening. He pulled away from my wife's breast and smiled. "Well Miss Snooty, I guess you like it. Your cunt does not lie." Cathie blanched but did nothing more. She remained standing for him to continue his assault on her body.

"O.K., lie down."

Cathie obeyed.

"Spread your legs." 

Again Cathie complied. Alan knelt down and bent his head towards my wife's crotch. Then he licked her slit.

"Wha ... Oh ... that is so... what are you doing? Ooooh"

My wife's first experience with being eaten was an apparent hit. As she was on the verge of cumming, Alan quickly stripped off, showing that his photo was real, revealing his very large manhood, ready for action. He then unceremoniously mounted my wife. I saw his large mushroom head shoulder aside my wife's vaginal lips and watched his cock slide into my wife's body. She came upon his entering and so did I!

Alan was delighted at my wife's reaction to his cock invading her womanhood. 

"Oh, so now you like this? Huh?" Alan asked as his large ass moved up and down driving his cock into my wife's body. It was fascinating to watch. I had never seen anyone else fucking. Also each time he hit home his massive ass cheeks would jiggle, which perversely drew my attention. 

"Yes ... uh ...yes" my wife hissed through her orgasm.

"You are not looking down on me now, are you Miss Fancy pants slut, are you? No, you are cumming on the end of my cock in your married cunt. And you're loving me fucking that precious pussy of yours, aren't you?" 

Cathie's eyes flew open. She now knew she had given offense. And even in the midst of finishing her orgasm and being fucked, she quickly reverted to form. 

"I am so sorry Alan. I did not mean to give offense. I would do anything to take it back."

This was surreal! All going on while he is fucking her!

"You're doing a good enough job now so just shut up and take it." Alan said.

She did. In no time she was back again to making moans and oh, oh sounds. 

Alan could not let restrain himself and wanted her to admit her desire for him.

"You love a man like me fucking you, don't you?"

"Uuuunh ..."

"Don't you?!"

"Uuuunh ... yes ... oh yes!"

"Tell me."

"I love you fucking me!" My wife said to this stranger. That was a first – using that kind of language!

As Alan continued to work his cock in and out of my wife's pussy, with his big balls swinging and smacking her ass each time he drove his cock deeper into her pussy – into territory that was previously virgin to cock – my wife was again making sounds of ecstatic pleasure, building to another orgasm. These sounds were foreign to me I thought with a wince. 

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, I love it, I love it, I love it," Cathie said, almost like a chant, quickening as she built to an orgasm. This was also foreign to me. 

Alan fucked my wife to another orgasm. Cathie was still chanting and then yelled, "OOOOHHH, aaahhh, I love you. I love you." What? She had switched from I love it to I love you? Well it was in the throes of an orgasm, and an unusual orgasm, the second one of the evening, actually the second one of this fuck. 

Alan seemed to be set off by this complete conquest of my wife and shortly thereafter he gave a final thrust and groan and inseminated her, shooting his sperm deep in my wife's womb. Shortly thereafter he dismounted my wife and said it was time to leave. 

My wife put on her panties and dress and carried her bra. Alan saw us to the door, wearing only his undershirt. It was quite a sight, his big swinging manhood hanging below his belly between his legs. At the door, he pulled Cathie to him to give her a kiss, which she returned with astonishing fervor. His hands went to her ass and pulled her tighter to him. There was no regard for me standing there. When they parted, Cathie bent her head and said a quiet "thank you.'

Now I was stunned. She is thanking him? He just got her pussy – he should be thanking her (and me too, by the way). She never thanked me!

He chuckled and said here were better ways to thank him.

Cathie turned to me and said, "Honey, can you give me a minute here," and nodded towards the door. What?! She wanted privacy with this beast? 

I said, "I think we should go."

"We will in a few minutes. I'll join you outside."

I stepped outside, feeling a great deal of emotions, but my cock over ruled all others. I was hard at the prospect of what my wife was doing in a private moment with this ugly, coarse man. 

When she came out, we walked to the car. I then noticed she was not carrying her bra. "Oh I left it there. Well we can get it next time." Next time? 

Now I wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew. Was this one of those be careful what you wish for moments? Yes, it was a fantasy to imagine my wife with another man, but this was more than I bargained for. I did not expect this man or any man to elicit such a reaction from my wife as I witnessed. I would have to sort this out, although it seemed that Cathie had already decided to see him again. 

Once in the car and driving home, Cathie said in a small, hesitant voice, "Are you ok?" Back to normal, thinking of me at that moment. 

"Yes, I'm fine," I answered, although I was not too sure.

"Are you sure?" concern in her voice.

I knew there was only one right answer and I gave it. "Yes, I am sure. I wanted you to have this experience and I still love you and will always love you. This changes nothing."

Her voice brightened and she said, "Good. I'm sorry if I got too carried away there, but I did not know how good sex could be." Ouch! It just slipped out of her mouth without thought. She did not notice my reaction to that. 

She continued, cheerfully, "That was really something. He really had a big thing that just filled me up. That was the best sex I've had. Thank you."

Finally she realized the implication of her statement. Sheepishly, she said, "Well that's not exactly what I meant. Nothing is better than being with you. It was just that this was different. You are my best friend, not an animal. With him, he just released pure animal lust. I feel nothing for him. I feel such love and tenderness for you; it was just totally physical with him. It was not like I chose to be with him." Somehow this did not make me feel better. 

When we got home, Cathie said to me, "I want you to make love to me right here and now, in the loving room." Perhaps that was it. We had not made love in the living room. Alan had sex with my wife in his living room. So maybe we would respond to me like she did Alan. Perhaps the floodgates were opened. 

I quickly got her dress off and she lay down on the floor. I knelt between her legs, grabbed her panties on each side and pulled. This was assisted by Cathie, who lifted her ass to allow the panties to clear her rump. Once I had them between her legs, I grabbed the crotch of the panties to pull them off. I felt not just a wetness, but a slimy wetness. I realized that that must be Alan's semen. Hmmmm. It must have been leaking out on the car ride. 

Once I dispensed with the panties, I quickly shucked my clothes and again positioned myself between my wife's legs. As I started to move up to effect a connection between my cock and her cunt, she put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Could you do what Alan did?" Saying this, she looked down to her pussy. Oh, I understood.

Well I thought I better. It had such a wonderful effect on her. I altered position so that my head was heading for her vagina. I could see that her pubic hair was all matted and wet. And – was that white stuff coming out of her vagina and on her lips? Yes it was. It was Alan's sperm. Well, maybe I could work around it. I went down and started on her clit, which is where Alan seemed to expend most of his time. However, Cathie wanted me to lick all over and moved herself so that my mouth and tongue came into contact with all of her pussy. It was unavoidable – I had to eat that man's cum. Well I did. 

My efforts were rewarded with a small orgasm on Cathie's part. I slid up and was in her very wet pussy in a moment. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought that Alan's sperm was insulating me from my wife's pussy. I imagined I was gliding in on his cum. For some reason, this made me stiffer, if that was possible. I wanted to last a long time, but was soon spewing my own sperm into my wife. 

During the whole episode, there was quite a quiet. There was no moaning or out of her head exclamations. There was no orgasm during intercourse either. She patted me on the back, saying it was ok. She loved being close to me like this. She did not need to cum again. 



First Time



I'll start with a description. I'm 46 years old 6' tall and fairly thin. Oh and I'm a cross-dresser that when dressed goes by Lisa. I have been for years. Don't know why other than it pleases me. I love the feel of stockings and garters and for a few years now have gotten to where I enjoy having a nice thick dildo in my rear. I've fantasized of the real thing for years but haven't tried it yet. Until now. 

I placed an ad on a web site for a likely candidate. Many men expressed interest, some agreed to meet and after many, many attempts not one man showed up. I wish they knew the effort and work that we go through. 

I ended up chatting with two other cross-dressers and they had experienced the same problem. We decided to rent a hotel room and each invite two other men as dates. If none of our dates showed up, we "girls" would entertain ourselves. 

As our date night approached I used hair removal cream and a razor to remove all body hair and oiled myself for several days to make my skin silky smooth. On Saturday morning Jan one of the girls and I met in the room and cleaned each other numerous times, inside and out. We applied makeup to each other, on the light and subtle side but enough to show that we had definite feminine features.

Robin, the other cross-dresser that was to meet us called saying she was unable to make it. She also said she'd been unable to reach her dates and that they may show up. Jan and I decided to go on as planned. We began dress in our outfits. Jan wore a heavily boned white corset with shear white lace top stockings and 4" slip on heels with a shoulder length, flirty reddish blonde wig. 

I wore a black waist cinching corset that Jan had to help me cinch and she pulled it extremely tight. It had a shear, sleeveless top that had a tight collar around my neck. I had D-cup breast inserts in a clear poly bra under the shear top of my corset. My breasts had prominent nipples and where actually a squishy rubbery exterior with a heavy fluid filled interior cavity giving them major bounce and wiggle. The shear top gave them a subtle yet shiny appearance. 

Attached to six garter straps I had coffee colored, full fashioned, seamed stockings. I wore a long blonde wavy wig and perched myself on 6" black stiletto heels with buckles around my ankles. I found walking somewhat difficult but I suspected I wouldn't be walking much.

At 5 till 6 there was a knock at the door. Ron one of Jan's men arrived. Jan and I had not gotten all gussied up for nothing after all. He was gushing with compliments about our looks and his luck. Soon the knocks came again from the door. Walt, one of Robin's men, an attractive black man, something I hadn't considered but found appealing, appeared and Tim one of my dates arrived. We all had a glass of wine and Jan and I were continuously complimented. We discussed the rules, condoms were a must and no meant no.

Shortly Mike, Jan's other date arrived as well as Jack, Robin's other date, also black. Robin obviously preferred black men. Sam, my other date arrived, bringing two brothers Ron and Larry along as well. Feeling overwhelmed I was also giddy with excitement. We couldn't get any willing men to appear and now Jan and I had eight before us. 

Some of the men began undressing while some began fondling us. Jan was picked up and placed on one of the beds. I lost sight of her at this point as I was picked up and laid on a padded foot stool. My head hung off one side and my rear off the other. 

Sam swung his penis in front of my face. Instinctively I engulfed his cock, sucking as forcefully as I could, trying to insert it as deeply as I could. I had yearned for this for so long I vigorously attacked it while paying close attention to my technique. Lubricated fingers probed and stretched my rear entrance while unseen hands held my legs up and apart. Soon I felt nudging from what I knew was my first cock. I lifted my rear, attempting to gain entry. I heard several comments about my slutty behavior which only excited me further. The owner of the invading cock finally granted my wish and began a slow but relentless push. Never stopping or slowing for adjustment. The incredible feeling of fullness and knowledge that a real blood pumping, semen shooting penis was wedged in me had my own penis pointing skyward. 

I knew when his pelvic bone mashed my testicles that I was fully impaled on my first cock. The owner began slowly but built to a hard pounding flesh on flesh fucking that shook my whole body. My wiggling, jiggling breasts were in perpetual motion. Trying to give a first rate blow job upside down and with the my body shaking with each thrust was impossible so I simply formed a wet sloppy "O" with my mouth and let Sam fuck my mouth at his leisure. He soon came pulling his cock out slightly leaving only the head in my mouth and jacked off using my mouth as a dump for his cream which I gladly and with anticipation accepted. I relished and swallowed every drop of my first load of creamy ejaculate. 

As Sam finished and softened in my mouth he pulled out and Walt, my first black man inserted his cock in my waiting mouth. He was not longer but was certainly thicker with a large plump head. I was forced to think about the penis invading my rear as the owner growled and lunged himself into me. I could feel the subtle pulsing in my anal ring and feel the man trembling. I knew how a woman felt knowing she had done her job and brought pleasure and relief to her man. It was an exquisite feeling. I felt the dick sliding out but waited only moments as another took its place. 

I felt something being tied around my ankles. My legs were pulled up with my knees squeezing my breasts and I saw a stretchy ace bandage being tied to the legs of the stool under my head. My hands were tied to the stool legs under my rear. I was completely bound, unable to move away as cocks thrust in and out of my mouth and anal rings.

I thought of Jan, I couldn't see her but knew from the moans and the sound of flesh pounding on flesh that she was getting the same as I was. The sight of me being bound with stocking clad legs splayed must have been too much for the man spearing me as I felt him quiver and jab me with short convulsive thrusts. Very quickly Walt thrust forward slightly. I felt in my lips the pulses as semen rushed up his tube into my waiting mouth. Walt didn't squirt so much, as he flowed like a river. The large spongy head of his cock formed a tight seal not allowing semen to escape my mouth. A lake of creamy semen formed on the roof of my mouth and flooded my nasal cavity. I tried swallowing but couldn't at that angle. The thought passed through my mind of drowning in semen. Walt finally pulled his still hard dick from my mouth allowing me to breath. I swallowed what was in my mouth and once the sensation of drowning in semen had passed, thinking of the amount of sperm in my belly and now swimming in my sinuses was highly erotic. 

I had another cock slide in my rear quiet easily. My ass was becoming pliable with the constant use. I heard Jan say she'd had enough. I lifted my head to see Jack; Robin's other black friend above me. I enjoyed watching on his face the pleasure he was receiving as I loosened and tightened my anal rings, milking his shaft. Finally I looked down, over my massive cleavage between my legs to see his beautiful shaft as he impaled me with every thrust. The veins were very prominent and a white frothy sheen was evident on the body of his cock. Then it hit me, white frothy sheen and no condom. Jack had not been here to hear the rules and whoever had fucked me last had fucked me bareback as well to produce the froth. Before I could say a word Jack fell into me and groaned with his head in my cleavage and in my neck. I felt his penis throb. Knowing I could do nothing at this point I tightened my grip on his shaft so I could feel every pulse. I knew at that moment I was being bred with my second load of sperm. Scary but powerfully erotic.

Once Jack uncoupled himself from me my bounds were released. Thinking it was over I stood and stretched. Then I bent over to touch my toes. Wrong thing to do dressed as I was amongst a group of horny men. Ron one of the brothers came up behind me and shoved his cock in me in one thrust. It slid in so quickly with all the slimy cum lubricating it I was full of his meat before I could think. He pulled me to the other bed backwards and I fell on him jamming his pole in me hard. He pulled up my legs which his brother Larry crawled between. Larry then roughly shoved his cock into me next to his brother's cock. They plowed me, both pulling out and ramming back in at the same time. 

The other men crowded around encouraging them to"fuck her hard" and "fuck her deep". It was so easy to hear this and think of myself as a female and my ass as a pussy. The relentless rubbing on my prostate caused me to ejaculate, a slow deep throbbing contraction from deep inside. My orgasmic contractions caused them to cum as well, drenching my insides.

Once Larry dismounted I rolled to the side of Ron. I was in a blissful state, tired and content. I felt myself being pulled and rolled. I looked up from the bed. My legs were bent and open and the guys surrounded me. Someone began using fingers in the sloppiness of my hole. Instinctively I pulled up my knees. Someone on each side helped me lift my legs higher. I felt the pressure increase. I heard somebody say "one more" then "a little more". I was being stretched beyond any where I'd been before. 

Finally I felt a pop along with some relief and I knew a hand was inside me. It was incredible. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on adjusting to the pressure. I opened my eyes as Mike crawled over me and slid his cock in with the fist and fucked me. I couldn't move or speak. I was simply a toy doll for everyone to fill. My legs were hoisted over shoulders or hooked around elbows till everyone had ridden the new ride. Finally the fist began a waving motion in me massaging my insides with slimy cream. I wondered how many sperm were swimming in me. Jan wrapped her lips around my cock and I exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life. 

I don't remember anything after that. The next morning I awoke with Jack wrapped around me and Jan and Mike in the other bed. I was still dressed from the night before. When everyone awoke we had some serious discussions about the breach of rules. They told me everyone had agreed to be tested after I passed out. It turns out all were clean and we became a regular group including Robin. 

Jan and I did take care of the morning wood that day as well.

I hope you enjoyed this story. You may disagree with it but it is what it is and I am what I am. It's fairly close to the facts except for the names.



First Time



Next Time

I was stirred by the front door softly closing. I lifted my head and glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. Three am. Your heels clicked on the wooden floor in the hall and then there was silence as you entered the lounge. I looked up as you stood in front of me, your dress just slightly dishevelled, your hair tousled and falling over your eyes. You smiled and whispered "I've done it" as you walked towards me and kissed me on the lips. You tasted of cigarettes, alcohol and lipstick. I pushed my tongue between your lips and teased the tip of your tongue. You pulled away and stood flushed. "Do you want me to tell you about it?" you asked. "Yes" I replied as I sat up, "Tell me everything, Hayley."

You smoothed the skirt of your dress and pushed yourself down next to me on the sofa.

"I met him in Brewsters," she tells me. "He was a mate of Jill's he spent the night talking to us and I knew as soon as I met him that I could have him. Anyway we flirted all night and at the end of the night we offered him a lift home. He was getting a taxi so he jumped at the chance. Jill was a bit pissed off when I dropped her off first but she didn't have much choice."

Her hand dropped to my crotch and she began to rub my cock through my jeans. My own hand found the hem of her dress and pulled it up revealing her black panties. I pushed my hand under the elastic waist and slid my fingers down towards her wet slot and roughly inserted my index finger. She groaned and squeezed my cock harder before pulling the zip on my trousers, reaching inside my shorts and grabbing my hard cock.

"Do you want to hear more?" she asked

"Yes," I whispered as she began to wank my cock rubbing her thumb over the top, smearing my pre-cum over it.

"Do you want to hear how you're the second cock I've wanked tonight? How you are the second man to finger me, Rob?"

"Fuck, yes, you dirty little slut," I replied.

She began her story again. "As we neared the edge of the village where he lived he asked me to pull over so he could have a last cigarette. His wife didn't like him smoking and he didn't smoke in the house. I pulled over and killed the engine. He offered me a cigarette and as he leaned over to light it his hand found my thigh, he left it there when he sat back in his seat and slid his hand along my stocking covered thigh and under my dress. His hand found the silk covered mound of my pussy and he began to use his fingers to trace the outline of my lips through the material. I moaned as he began to rub harder and slipped a finger under the elastic of my knickers, then I leaned across the gap and kissed him hard, forcing my tongue past his lips and into his mouth. 



My hand reached for his fly and pulled open the buttons to allow me access to his cock. I leaned back to my side of the car took a last drag on my cigarette and urged him to push more fingers into my pussy.

I dipped my head and took his cock into my waiting mouth. He groaned as I swirled my tongue around his helmet. His hands found the back of my head and gripped my long dark hair, forcing my red lips down further on his thick shaft."

Her hand squeezed my cock as she worked it up and down my shaft while telling her story.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked. "Put your cock in me and fuck me hard. Come on Rob fuck your unfaithful, slutty wife"

I shifted in the seat and worked my trousers off. I positioned my cock at the entrance to her willing pussy. I pushed forward and in one thrust the whole of my cock was enveloped by her wet pussy. She let out along sigh as I entered her and then brought her legs up to wrap them around my back.

"Oh god. Fuck me hard" she said breathlessly. " I loved being a dirty slut, sucking another cock. That's what you wanted, isn't it? Me with someone else's cock in my mouth?"

"Yes," I hissed. "Did you like sucking him, Hayley? Did he fuck you?"

"Oh yeah, he fucked me." She went on with her story. "I sucked his cock while he fingered my wet pussy. He pushed more and more fingers into me until he had all four fingers in me. I began to wank his cock while I took his hairy balls into my mouth. I sucked and licked them while he rammed all four fingers into my juicy pussy."

At this point I began to fuck her really hard. My cock pounding in and out of her wet pussy.

"Get my tits out," she screamed. "Suck my tits while you fuck me. Make me come"

I ripped her dress down pulling her big tits out of her basque.

"Suck them" she hissed. "Suck them while I tell you how I fucked another man and he made me come. Do you want hear about how I came over his cock?





I looked down at her as she lay back impaled on my cock. Her tits hanging over he top of her dress. Her red lipstick smudged, her skin flushed with the hard fucking she was getting.

"You dirty slut. You loved getting fucked by another cock, didn't you? I asked her.

"I fucking loved it" she moaned. "I loved having another cock knowing I was going to come home to you fucked and then I was going to get your cock as well."

"Tell me some more."

She began again. "I couldn't stand it any more and I climbed over the seats

Into the back of the car. I sat in the back seat and ran my finger up and down my wet slit. Come and get me I told him and he clambered through the gap in the seats. He quickly found my pussy, pushed his hard cock into me and began to fuck me fiercely. As ploughed his hard cock into me he hissed in my ear.

"You like this don't you? Being fucked by a stranger, being unfaithful to your husband. What would he say if he was here now. Watching his wife get fucked like a slut in the back of her car?"

"Both his voice and his words turned me on and I could feel my orgasm building. Ohhh, he'd love it, me being a slut coming on your big cock. I said breathlessly."

She wrapped her legs even more tightly around my back as I started to bite and lick her big nipples.

"Lick my tits," she said thrusting her torso up and pushing her big tits into my face. I ran my tongue around her tits licking and sucking, savouring the taste of sweat and sex.

"Ohh, that's it, suck them." She continued with her story. "He fucked me expertly. Pulling his cock out to the tip and then plunging it in to the hilt.

Keep going Harder I screamed. I'm gonna come all over your cock. He pulled back and gave two more thrusts, the liquid noise of my excited pussy now clearly audible above his thrusts. I began to come noisily. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming, you're making me come."

The story and reality blurred as I urged Rob on. "Suck my fucking tits, fuck me harder." I dug my red nails into his back as his tongue explored my sticky breasts.

"Oh Rob I came all over his big cock and as I came I felt his cock begin to pulse. Don't come in my pussy I told him."





"Where do you want me to come?" he asked.

Rob continued running his tongue over my breasts. His cock similarly beginning to pulse in my hot cunt. I grabbed Rob's chin and pulled him up to look me in the eye.

"Where did he come?" Rob hissed.

"I slid down under his body," I said, "and began to wank his cock faster and faster. Then he shot his hot come all over my big tits and I rubbed it in."

At this point Rob groaned loudly and he shot all of his hot come deep inside my pussy. As he came his head dipped back down to my tits and he continued to lick the spunk off of my breasts.

"You like that, don't you, licking another man's spunk off of my tits?"

"Yes," He said "Yes, but next time I want to watch him fuck you. I wan to see you sucking his cock."

"Who says there's going to be a next time?" I said laughing as his come dripped 

Out of my satisfied pussy and I lay back on the sofa feeling well and truly fucked.

Enzo1965



First Time



This is my first story I have written, it is all true and I will write more if people so desire. 

We are a happily married couple with three grown up children now but I feel it is time to share some of my past (and my wife, Anne) memorable sexual encounters. Before we got married I realized just how much sex my wife needed. She had never kept secret of her many past lovers and her experiences - she always said she just couldn't say 'no' to any guy. I was told early on our relationship that she needed a lot of sex and that she would get it elsewhere if I didn't fulfil my obligations. She told me she had "two timed" most of her previous boyfriends, some I knew, including her first ever lover who took her viginity at a young age. As we live in a smallish town of 20,000 people (where she grew up) I have had the pleasure of meeting some of her past lovers. We lived right beside the beach so were both fit and active.

We had been going out together for a few months, I was 27 and Anne was 23 when we attended a friend's party. Had the usual good time – lots of refreshments etc and were feeling pretty good before we headed home. We arrived home and immediately jumped into bed ready for some good sex. In a few minutes a close friend, who was at the party, was knocking on the door (he has always been a lady's man), wanting to come in to keep partying. By this time my girl and I were both naked and in bed but that was not going to stop my friend from trying his luck in the bedroom (lots of drinks gave him Dutch courage). I thought to myself this will be a good test to see if she is as liberal as she had told me. 

I threw on some boxer shorts and went to the kitchen to get some drinks. In no time at all he was sitting beside my future wife on the bed - she had a sheet wrapped around her, and having some general conversation. I kept making excuses to get drinks and snacks etc so that they could be alone. When I next came into the bedroom he had his arm around her and had a hand on her breast so I put the snacks down, said something or other and left again. Next time I walked in the sheet was gone from my girl and he was trying to get his hand between her legs but was not having any luck with her knees firmly pressed together he was getting nowhere, so I left the room again thinking she will soon put an end to his groping. A short time later when I checked on them to my surprise her legs were well spread as he was getting access to her pussy and kissing her passionately. I watched for a short time (with my head spinning) and wandered back out. Any doubts where this was leading went out the window when I next came into the bedroom with my future wife on her back and my good friends head buried between her legs. I lay down beside them and asked her if everything was ok and her reply surprised me - "I have been in this situation many times before and as long as it didn't bother me she didn't mind at all". It wasn't the first time my friend and I had shared a girl and knew his sexual hunger was extremely high and into all sorts of activities. 

She started sucking my cock and I blew a huge load in her mouth in about 10 seconds as I was so excited. We both swapped positions after that and I saw Anne sucking another man's cock for the first time, something she seemed to be enjoying very much. I let my friend fuck her first as he still hadn't cum and he rammed her for a long time before cumming. Anne had to pee, and it is still one of my favourite memories - seeing her get up with someone else's cum running down both her legs as she walked to the toilet. When she returned I couldn't believe how wet and sloppy she was when I entered her and I again didn't take long to cum

That was the start of a great night with both of us fucking her twice before falling asleep. I was awoken in the early hours to see my friend fucking her again. It was like I was in a dream. I got sloppy seconds again! We all fell asleep again and awoke to a beautiful sunny day, we went for a swim over the road at the beach and came home to a group shower which, of course, led to more fucking.

After that I found out a lot more of her experiences Anne had before we met, but the that first time is as clear in my memory now as the night it happened



First Time



Josh Norris looked across the street at the doorbell, still a light year away. The house was a glowing oasis of warmth against the cloudy, frigid nighttime sky of Michigan.

He still remembered the ad in the Metro Times:

Let me lick every inch of your body. No crevice left untouched. Bicurious and married men welcome. First timers only. Can't wait to get a taste of you. I'm disease free and you should be too. B649.

The temperature within the car's cockpit began to plummet, and Josh could feel the icy air working its way underneath his parka and down to his skin. Like the ice of his marriage. He and Mary hadn't had sex in years. They even slept in separate rooms now. He only stayed with her for the girls, as well as to avoid the economic holocaust of divorce. The prospect of losing his daughters was unthinkable.

He had engaged in a few flings over the years. With single women who were always looking for more than he could give them. But he had never done anything like this.

He just needed to be touched. Just once to feel the physical passion that only men seemed to possess.

He remembered the time with Danny. When he had driven the shy young man home from the AA meeting those many years ago. Danny had wanted to touch him, looking at him with that intense pain that always lurked in his dark eyes. He should have let Danny do him. Hell, he should have done Danny himself. But not that purest of all heterosexuals, Josh Norris. He had turned the poor boy down cold. Probably with an involuntary look of repulsion on his face.

He wondered what had happened to Danny. He would do him now. In an instant.

Josh looked again at the house. It was the right one. 324 Greenhill Drive. Mary had the girls over at her mother's tonight. She wouldn't be home until late. If he was ever going to act, now was the time to do it.

Josh got out of the car and walked across the street.

The door opened the instant after Josh rang the bell.

"Hello, Josh, I'm Gary." The voice belonged to a much rougher looking man than Josh had anticipated. He was wearing jeans and a black tee shirt, revealing well-defined biceps. His crotch bulged, perhaps in anticipation. His hair was close-cropped, and a scar ran down the right side of his face.

"I've been watching you out there, Josh, since you pulled up. I wasn't sure you were going to come in," he said, pulling the door closed behind him.

"Neither was I," Josh confessed.

"You really have never been with a man before, have you Josh?"

Josh gulped and shook his head, looking at the ground.

"I'll tell you what, Josh. I was going to offer you a spot of tea. Perhaps even chat a bit first. But I think you'd better take those clothes off now."

"Right now?"

"Yes, Josh. There's little sense in giving you an opportunity to back out now. Not when you've been sitting out there in the car for twenty minutes. I want you to strip completely naked now."

Josh didn't hesitate. That was what he needed to hear. He shed his parka and unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the ground. He stepped out of his shoes and pulled off his pants and socks. He pulled off his tee shirt and, somewhat more shyly, his jockey shorts.

"Stand up straight, Josh. Don't bend over like that. I want to see you."

Josh stood up straight, and Gary walked around his naked body, tracing his fingernails over Josh's nipples, then down his side and across his buttocks.

"You have a very nice body, Josh. You must have played sports."

"I did soccer and wrestling in high school. And I still lift weights. And jog."

Gary ran his hands over Josh's pectoral muscles again, massaging them as though they were a woman's tits.

"You have very nice muscles, Josh. Very nice," Gary whispered as he kissed Josh lightly on the lips. His hands roamed down Josh's firm abdominal muscles until they found Josh's half-risen dick. Gary grabbed him by the dick and started to lead him into the bedroom.





First Time



It started off as a laugh, but now things seemed to be getting out of hand. Two married guys fooling around together after a night on the piss and I'd ended up tied to a dining room chair and was about to be blindfolded. We'd agreed that blindfolding me and tying me up would make it more exciting for both of us. The restraint was to make it feel kind of non-consensual and edgy, and the blindfold was to heighten my sense of touch, concentrate my thoughts and add a bit of mystery and intrigue. That was the science, anyway.

"I bet I can suck you off, Rob... good as any woman anyway." Marty tied a lambswool scarf over my eyes.

"Never as good as a woman, Marty - come on."

"I'll bring you off in a minute flat... I bet you!"

"Shhh! Not so loud. Don't want to wake Joanne," Marty tended to get louder when he was enthusiastic about something, and especially if he'd been drinking.

"Don't worry; she'd sleep through an earthquake. At least she would now she wears those little things in her ears." Marty hiccupped and burped... then followed with a squeaking fart. "Oops, sorry!"

We were slurring our words after shifting ten pints of lager between us, although I was beginning to sober up as the implication of being tied down and helpless if and when Marty's wife happened to walk in on us began to dawn on me. Even if we heard her coming, there would not be enough time to get me looking anything near normal. Was I getting cold feet, again, after so many abortive attempts in the past?

"There... how's that? See anything?"

I shook my head. "Black as a black woman's pussy."

Marty giggled insanely, like a mad professor about to dismember his once loyal and trusted assistant. "That's pretty black, I guess. Okay, I'll let you off." I heard him stumble, but he saved himself on the dining table. "I am so fucking pissed."

It had seemed funny at first, a bit of a lark. On about our third pint in the Red Lion our conversation had inevitably turned round to the subject of sex as it always did sooner or later on the Thursday evenings we met for a drink together. Marty and I had been mates since school around ten years ago. Marty was 27 and I was a year younger. We'd married girls that were very good friends also, so we all had plenty in common and were very close as couples. Marty and I had at various times discussed gay sex (not as a serious alternative, just out of curiosity) and what it might be like to suck a man's cock. It was just one of those things we wondered about. I'd sometimes fantasised and masturbated about sucking off a man, a faceless cipher, and once or twice even Marty. And sometimes I'd reverse the roles and I'd be the receiver. I told him once about my fantasy of us two doing it together and he laughed, but I could see it kind of hit home with him too.

Marty's idea that it would either have to be a complete stranger or somebody he knew really well chimed with me too. I could understand the need for the act to be either anonymous or with someone you knew very well and trusted implicitly.

For some reason talking about cocksucking this particular evening was making me feel hornier than usual and I began to indulge in a little daydreaming while Marty was busy trying to describe the taste of his own sperm in terms of comparison to known substances. "...and a bit like peppery soap suds too. I wonder if we're all much about the same?" he said, giving me a look that left me in no doubt of the implication, the veiled challenge. "Or whether it varies according to diet, mood, nationality, colour, race, that sort of thing?"

We were both very happily married and heterosexual, but there was always this underlying curiosity and fascination of having a bloke's lovely big cock in our mouths -- the smell of it as you prepared to take it between your lips, the weight of his balls in your hand, the velvety sensation, the taste, the jerking and pulsing as his excitement mounted, that moment when your mouth fills with the warm slimy goo and you wonder if you will be able to swallow it like you'd always dreamed, like a superhero porn star. It didn't seem fair that our wives should have all the fun. Perhaps it was one of those must-do things before you're thirty one had to try. We'd just never quite managed to get to the sharp (maybe that should read bulbous, or domed) end of it... yet. 

By our fifth pint we were fairly pissed and were openly discussing -- in hushed tones - the possibility of trying something together tonight when we got back to Marty's place for coffee.

As we peed together alone in the gents at the end of the evening we both took the opportunity of eyeing each other's pricks, kind of blatantly sizing each other up, and flaunting it a bit. We were quite brazen about it, inviting each other's mutual appraisal and offering more than was probably decent. We were in that sort of mood. We were both respectably represented in that department, and although Marty was cut and I wasn't, there wasn't a great deal of difference in our genital dimensions. I've always preferred the look of a circumcised penis; they look more potent, ruder and sexually imposing somehow. We were both in a state of semi-arousal... that was obvious. Our cocks were already plumping up nicely. A semi-erection always looks so damned horny to me, something about the gathering lust, the intent and the inflated natural bigness, yet still not erect. I hoped we could maintain the mood and magic until we got back to Marty's flat.

"What about Joanne?"

"She'll be asleep."

"We'll have to be careful not to wake her though, Marty. Imagine Jo walking in on us."

"Don't even think about it, mate," said Marty. "Anyway, Jo sleeps through anything these days."

"What about a couple of props to spice things up?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like one of us being tied to a chair... say, for instance."

"Kinky. What, you mean like all helpless and non-consensual?"

"Yeah, but only like pretending, so it wouldn't really be non-consensual... just kind of makes it exciting... edgy, you know."

"Sounds good to me. I'm up for that if you are. Let's get back kiddo, before we lose the urge."

"We must go through with it this time, Marty," I said, shaking the drips off and tucking it back. "We've been so close to doing it and then crying off at the last moment so many times."

"Not this time, mate... I am so fucking up for it, I tell you. It's for real. Tonight I am going to finally find out what it's like to suck cock. I bet I'll be able to make you cum in less than sixty seconds."

We had both laughed and headed off for Marty's marital abode.

And so here we were - about to take the acid test. But was I suffering last minute nerves? I'd had a hard-on from the moment we'd arrived back at the flat, but now, faced with one of the defining moments of my life, and in bondage, I had suddenly gone soft.

"I'm sorry, mate," I said. "I've lost it. I guess it's the alcohol. I'm not sure I can do it now."

"You, my son, don't have to do anything. You just sit there and leave everything to me."

"I don't have much choice now, do I? Anyway, that's not what I mean."

"I know, but now I've got you where I want you... well, it would be such a waste. I am going to give you a lovely, fantastic blow-job, so just relax and enjoy it, because I am."

I felt Marty's hand on the crotch of my jeans, stroking me. Fucking hell... He was going for it.

"Oh Robbie, baby... you've gone all soft on me. We'll have to do something about that, won't we?" "I'm a dead leg, sorry mate. I'll have to call it a day... I really will." 

"Just relax, Rob. You're not going anywhere. I've told you, I'm going to make you cum whether you like it or not - in less than a minute. It will be all over before you know it."

"I really don't think I can. I've somehow lost the mood." I twisted and squirmed in the chair, but the restraints held good. "I really ought to be going, Marty. It's getting late."

"Nonsense, dear boy."

And then I felt my zip sliding down, and the fumbling of a man's hand -- quite different to a woman's touch, somehow more positive and authoritarian - as he manoeuvred my flaccid penis through the gap in my boxers. I felt the air on it and Marty's hands, stroking me, squeezing it, playing with me and teasing me. I struggled against my restraints, feeling them bite into my flesh again and then I felt my cock twitch and jump in response (the mood was returning) and then the silky warm wetness of his mouth on me, the swirling velvet tongue of my best friend, caressing the tip, and then sliding along the shaft. He was actually doing it, oh fuck, this was it. The thing we'd so long desired and aspired to. I felt myself getting harder by the second. It was happening for me.

He teased me, stirring the lust in my loins that I had so acutely felt earlier, bringing me erect in his mouth. He was right about the blindfold - it did indeed heighten sensation and concentrate the mind. Then I felt the powerful, urgent sucking, the delicious vacuum that only an airtight hot wet mouth can produce. I felt him take me all the way in, gagging, and then easing back. I could feel his end-of-the-day stubble pressing against my groin, a gentle reminder that this was actually a man, and not a woman exciting me. It was kind of taboo and sexy. At one stage I thought Marty was going to tear the thing out by its roots, such was the enthusiasm and raw power of his sucking.

He had me fully hard now. I felt my excitement mounting. I was back in the game again, but at the same time I began worrying about the outcome. Would I cum in his mouth or would I try and hold back? What would he think of me? Would the taste disgust him? Would there be regret. Would I feel guilty and ashamed? Would our friendship be tested as a result of this one senseless, naughty act?

I tried to delay the moment, perhaps even the inevitable moment by thinking of something else, playing football on Saturday, fishing for carp in Bat's Lake, fixing my motor cycle. But it was hopeless; Marty was determined and as good as his word. He wasn't going to let me off this time. He was good - very good - and I had to admit, far more attentive and enthusiastic than Hazel and better than any blow-job I'd had from a woman.

I guess a guy intuitively knows what another guy wants, the way he wants it. My heart was thumping. I felt the sap rising, the coiling in my stomach, the contracting of my muscles, my legs stiffening and their hopeless snatch against their bonds in a last bid for freedom. The point of no return was upon me.

"Oh Jesus, Marty... watch out!" But he held on, as the delicious melting sensation in my guts began, the running of quicksilver through my loins, the pulsing and spasms as the sperm bubbled up from my balls, along the shaft and finally to the tip, all this taking less than three seconds, and then the magnificent ejaculation as my cock spat the viscous creamy fluid into Marty's mouth. And still he held on, sucking me dry, devouring every last drop of cum from my cock. It was incredible, what an orgasm my best mate had given me.

"Oh, Marty... Oh fuck, guy..."

But after the euphoria of ejaculation, I soon began to feel slightly dirty and used. How could I face him now after shooting off into his mouth? He had humbled me, made me beholden to him. He had made me cum, he a man, not my wife or his, or any woman; but a man, a person of my own sex. It was done. I felt guilty and embarrassed and weak.

I heard Marty collapse to the floor, giggling insanely. I hoped he would remember to untie me before he fell asleep right where he was. And then I heard the toilet flushing. Joanne was awake. I really hoped Marty would stop giggling and farting and that his wife would go straight back to bed.



First Time



I have a fantasy of my wife on all fours, her ass and pussy presented to the room giving me a blow job. The fantasy sometimes goes farther and I think about her getting fingered or fucked from behind as she sucks my cock.

I don't really want to share her, but I have this fantasy that won't go away.

The first time this fantasy came into my head was when a friend of mine crashed on our hotel room floor for the night. I thought seriously about fucking my wife in front of him, and then offering her to him.

After much discussion my wife and I decided to go to a swingers club to fulfill my exhibitionist fantasy of fucking her in front of other people. We had no intentions of joining anyone or allowing anyone to join us.

The club was out of the area so no one would recognize us. She was hesitant to go, as was I. We had no idea what to expect.

We arrived and paid to get in. Everyone was very nice in the lobby. At a designated time, all the "new" people went into a large room where the facility and the rules were explained. This was the first time I noticed that the furniture was covered with sheets, and baskets of sheets and towels were sitting in each room.

It was Bi-Girl night and two regulars began making out on a large mattress area in the middle of the room. Soon, they were fingering each other and eating each other out. Whether one made the other cum or not, I don't really know. As much as I thought that it would be exciting to watch two people in real life have sex, especially two women, it didn't so a whole lot for me.

Two other male/female couples joined them on the mattress and began the process of petting and oral sex. The younger couple, the female totally hot, put on one hell of a show, as her man fucked her in the missionary position and then from behind as she was on all fours. The sound of slapping balls, and wetness filled the room, along with her moans as she came and then came again. 

She turned around and began sucking her man, with her ass in the air, her freshly fucked pussy displayed for all to see. He had muttered something about not being able to cum, and she told him that it was his idea that they have sex before they went.

She sucked and deep throated him for some time, really working his cock and his balls, until at last he shot her load all over her face and partially in her mouth. They collapsed in a heap.

Others sitting around the mattress area had began making out and petting each other. I started kissing my wife, and feeling her breasts. Soon my hand was up her dress and fingering her surprisingly wet pussy.

Without me asking she pulled off her panties and I finger fucked her, with her legs spreading farther apart by the minute, and her dress hiked up exposing her shaved pussy.

She had her hand wrapped around my cock, my pants were partially undone.

I pulled her top down exposing her tits. Now all eyes upon us, she whisperered in my ear, "You want to fuck me in front of everyone?"

Without me answering she bent over and began sucking my cock, pulling my pants down farther. She focused on just the head of my cock and then took the shaft deep in her mouth, with her hand wrapped around it. She had her other hand on my balls as she sucked me to nearly the point of cumming. Satisfied my cock was lubricated with her saliva, she straddled me on the couch and slid my cock deep into her box, past her swollen and slippery lips. 

She rode me long and slow and deliberately, kissing me, as I alternately grabbed her ass, and massaged her tits. She reached back behind and touched my balls lightly as she rode me, her ass exposed to the room.

The couple next to began to get into the action as the female partner began sucking her male lover's cock. Her foot, was pressing against mine. It was incredibly erotic, as if our energy and their energy were interconnected.

I made my wife turn around to face the room as she fucked me. I massaged her tits, and fingered her clit. Another woman came over and without asking kissed my wife, and played with her tits. She reached down and rubbed her clit while I fucked her until my wife arched her back and pressed into the woman's finger on her clit and came hard, moaning slightly, which is an accomplishment for me to make her do. Once my wife moans, even just quietly and a little, I know she's had a fantastic orgasm.

My wife, called for a break and we got up and left the room. The young woman next to us still had her panties on, but was riding her man reverse cowgirl, her panties pulled to the side while he fucked her. It was an incredibly erotic scene. If I had seen both of them in public, I would never suspect that either of them engaged in such exhibitionism.

We toured the different room, where people were in different states of undress, engaged in threesomes, and fucking. We came to a room with a sex swing, several couples watched another couple put on a display in the swing. He was fingering her, not fucking her and she was crying out loudly. Several couples were naked in a circle around the swing. One had mounted his female partner from behind, and he fucked her slowly as they watched the show in the sex swing.

In another room was a Sybian, and after some brief instruction from the assigned operator, and some lube, my wife climbed on to my and brought herself to several orgasms. I sucked on her tits, and kissed her while others watched. I extracted my cock from my pants and she sucked on me while she orgasmed over and over. I really wanted to throw her down on the floor and fuck her, but I held back, feeling the need for a little more seclusion.

We retired to a semi private room, they called the "Play Room". My wife climbed on an elevated bed with stirrups and had completely taken her clothes off, leaving only her high heels on. I stripped naked too, and began vigorously fucking her. The two of us alternately played with her clit and I massaged her tits as I got up on my tip toes while we fucked.

We attracted a crowd. Several stood in the door as we went at it. One couple, about our age, came to the edge of the raised bed and stood transfixed. I spread my wife's legs wide so everyone could see my cock pistoning in and out of my wife's beautiful shaved pussy. I wanted everyone to see how hot she was, but that she was mine, and only mine.

She looked over at the couple as the man stroked his cock and fingered his girlfriend. For an instant, I wanted my wife to reach over and suck his cock, or have the girlfriend suck on her tits while I fucked her.

Eventually, bathed in sweat, I came hard, filling her full of my cum.

One of the watchers came over and told us that we put on a good show for first timers. She got off the raised bed, and we partially dressed and lay on one of the multiple mattresses in the room.

The couple that was watching went one mattress over, and the woman began sucking her man's cock.

We dressed, and left without saying a word, wondering if anyone would recognize us later, fantasy fulfilled, but our heads filled with more.



First Time...



She walked into his house... nervous, this being her first time alone with him here. They have talked what seems like forever, but a few weeks at best. Whenever they talk or chat online hours go by in minutes and so many topics covered.

She had no intention of opening up to anyone, especially someone she does business with. She had succumb to being alone and focusing on her career. It has been a long time since someone could make her blush, a long time since she allowed anyone the kind of access she has given him.... It has been a long time since she felt these physical desires and a long time since she has had the desire to be intimate with someone.

He shows her around the house... shows her where he sits while talking to her online and then offers her a glass of wine. He knows she likes red, so he hopes he has picked something she will enjoy. She will be fine with anything at this point, the nerves are still lingering.

He is nervous, it is obvious, not talking as much as she would like. She is hoping he will take control of the conversation as they sit on the couch with the TV on in the background. She suggests a DVD... 

"Do you have any movies?" 

He obviously thinks that's a good idea as he hops off the couch and goes to look at his inventory... 

"I have... Top Gun, Boomerang, NASCAR highlights... Oh here's one... 9 and ½ weeks?"

She smiles... "What else do you have?" 

He laughs and keeps looking. He lists more... 

"You've got Mail, Patch Adams?" Then he found the right one. 

"Serendipity?" 

"Yes, Serendipity." She smiles.

He smiled, remembering they had talked about that movie. He took it out of the box, and slipped it into the player, dimmed the lights and hit play. He walked back to the couch sat down and pulled her toward him. She sips her wine and is feeling much more comfortable. 

She was trying to focus on the movie, it being one of her favorites, but she found it difficult. She was wondering if he was thinking something, wondering if he was nervous, wondering if he was going to make her feel things that she has not felt in a very long time, all the while wondering if she should even be there and if she should allow anything to happen at all. 

He is sitting there watching the movie, feeling her next to him... but just watching the movie. It is funny how different men and woman can be sometimes. 

She has had a couple glasses of wine now, her nerves have definitely diminished... she wants so badly for him to kiss her but she dare not make the first move. She at this point isn't even sure he wants that. She is not even sure if he just wants to be 'friends.' So she sits up a bit, trying to focus on the movie and not the sensation she feels between her legs.

After a moment she excuses herself and goes into the restroom, she looks in the mirror, takes deep breath, washes her hands and tries to just relax. She walks back into the living room and sits back on the couch. As always he smiles at her, he smiles a lot she notices but this time there is a little 'devil' in that grin of his. She doesn't know what to think. As she sits on the couch he again pulls her into him but this time steals a very passionate kiss. She closes her eyes and feels her entire body shiver with excitement. She tries not to let him know just how much she is enjoying this. He had told her he was a good kisser, now she knows he was telling the truth. 

She is obviously feeling a little more comfortable now so she moves over the top of him and straddles his lap. She feels his hard cock pressing against her very wet pussy. She starts grinding into him, feeling the seam of her jeans rub her clit and his hard cock as she rocks back and forth. He reaches down and unzips her jacket exposing her red satin bra. He lowers her bra and exposes her hard nipples. He leans down and licks all around her nipple teasing her. He then looks into her green eyes and grabs the back of her hair and pulls her into him. He kisses her lips again, feeling her tongue softly play with his.

She keeps rocking on top of him; she could cum so easily but wants badly to just let it build. He leans down again making sure both of her breasts are exposed and takes one of her breasts in his hand. Her breathing is getting quicker knowing he is about to take her nipples in his mouth. He teases her takes his tongue and licks all around her nipple. She arches her back wanting to feel him sucking on her nipples so badly.

Finally he takes her nipple in his mouth, licking it, gentling biting it. He goes back and forth between both of her nipples pinching the other with his fingers. He knows she is getting closer and closer to cumming. Soon, she won't be able to control it. He feels how hot her pussy is rubbing against his hard cock. She arches her back and he starts sucking harder on her nipples, he can feel her getting closer she rocks back and forth moaning, gasping, she can't hold it anymore she can't stop this... she screams out

"YES OH FUCK YES!" 

She arches her back; he pulls her into him kissing her hard and passionately as she shakes from lingering orgasm. 

She lays her head on his shoulder quivering and feeling a bit overwhelmed. He holds her close and kisses her neck gently. After a few minutes she lifts her head from his shoulder and kisses his lips softly. She starts to kiss his neck and asks him to remove his shirt. She watches him smiling. She starts to kiss his neck and then back to his lips. He pushes her down onto the couch, undoes her jeans and sees what he expected ... no panties. He smiles, and pulls her jeans completely off and exposes her shaved, smooth pussy... She is a little shy but he makes her feel beautiful. She is closing her legs together hiding her very wet pussy. He slides her hands up her legs, put his hands on both knees and parts her thighs exposing her very wet sensitive pussy. He starts to lick her swollen clit. He slides one finger in, then two she is dripping wet. He starts pumping his two fingers in and out of her very wet pussy... she arches her back.

"Harder!" she begs.

"Harder!" 

He starts pumping faster and faster. He slips in a third finger, she gasps. He fucks her pussy with his fingers while licking, sucking and gently biting her clit. She is going to cum again... 

"Oh God!" "Oh Fuck!" 

She screams out arching her back. Her body shakes harder, she can't catch her breath tears well up I her eyes. 

"Fuck!" "Ok, stop!" "stop!" "oh God!" 

He slowly pulls his fingers out of her now very sensitive pussy. He slides his body on top of hers feeling her shake underneath him. He sees a tear fall down her cheek. She smiles at him looking into his piercing blue eyes. Her kisses her softly, slowly, romantically, he lets her catch her breath and wipes the tear from her cheek.

After a few minutes he stands up, takes her by the hand and leads her into his bedroom. She feels almost guilty that she has cum twice and he has yet to cum at all. He lays her down on the bed and lies down next to her. He brushes the hair from her face and starts to kiss her again.

She sits up pushes him gently so he is now lying on this back; she kisses him on the lips. She then moves slowly down the bed looking into his eyes the whole time. He is watching her, anticipating what she is going to do.

She unbuttons his jeans anxious to feel his hard cock in her mouth. He helps her take off his jeans and caresses her hair as she starts to tease him. She takes his hard cock in her hands and licks the entire length of his shaft. She takes the tip in her mouth and moves her tongue all around. She likes hearing him moan, she wants to make sure he is enjoying this. She teases him some more and takes his entire cock inside her mouth. She starts sucking harder and faster using her hands to help stroke him, tease him. She licks his balls and puts them in her mouth licking them, sucking on them. Then takes his cock again in her mouth and fucks him with it. His cock gets harder and harder he is moaning louder she can tell he is going to shoot his load soon... she keeps fucking him with her mouth stroking his cock up and down up and down then right before he cums she stops sucking and strokes his wet cock until he cums all over her nipples. (She only swallows cum if she in a relationship) 

She goes into the bathroom and cleans herself off while he is recovering on the bed. She is hoping that after a little rest he will be ready to go again. She wants her pussy fucked so badly... she is hoping he has got it in him. 

She walks back into the bedroom to find him on the bed with his eyes closed. She is a little saddened but happy that he is satisfied. She is feeling a little awkward at this point, not sure if she should stay with him or just get dressed and leave. She starts to get dressed, decides she better go... she doesn't want him to feel awkward too. 

She starts to walk out of the bedroom door; she doesn't hear him behind her. He grabs her, turns her around pins her against the wall and lays a passionate kiss on her. She is completely taken off guard but instantly wet again. After kissing for a few minutes he says; 

"Where do you think you're going?" 

She smiles. 

"Nowhere?" 

He smiles and nods and pulls her back to the bed. 

He takes off her clothes and begins sucking on her nipples again. He gets on top of her, kissing her nipples, then her lips. He looks into her eyes; she knows what is coming next. She is nervous, it has been so long, but she wants this and he knows it. He keeps his eyes locked on her eyes and slowly slides in his hard cock inside of her tight wet shaved pussy. 

He moves in and out slowly at first getting her pussy used to his big cock. He kisses her as he slides in and out. She feels him so deeply inside of her... she can't get enough. He can tell she wants it harder now after making love to her for a few minutes he pulls his cock out of her pussy. She sighs and is frustrated. He smiles and kisses her then turns her over. She sticks her ass in the air... she can't wait to feel him deep inside of her. He comes in behind her and slides the tip of his cock in her pussy. She tries to back up into him and he backs up as well. He is teasing her, telling her to behave or she won't get any more. She whimpers and obliges... she just wants to feel him inside of her so badly. He playfully spanks her as she tries again to press against him. 

Finally she waits and he slides just the tip in and out in and out teasing her. She was going crazy. Finally he just slammed his cock hard inside of her... fucking her, harder and harder listening to her scream.

"That's it that's it Fuck me FUCK ME!" 

She starts slamming back into him as he is fucking her. Harder and harder he fucked her wet pussy. He was holding it as long as he could. 

She started screaming. "YES YES YES OH FUCK IM CUMMING FUCK FUCK FUCK!" 

She started cumming harder than she ever remembers cumming before. She kept cumming, screaming 

"OH FUCK ME!" "YESSSSSS!" 

He can no longer hold it he is slamming his cock deep inside of her. He feels her pussy tighten around his cock as she cums. He feels her cum all round his hard cock, he can't hold it anymore. HE yells out 

"FUCK YES!" 

He explodes inside of her pussy shaking and jerking violently. 

He is exhausted, she is exhausted, and they both collapse on the bed beside each other. They both catch their breath laying there he brushes her hair out of her eyes. He tells her to get some sleep.... She will need it. 

4 hours later she awoke to his lips on her nipples...

To be continued... 



First Time



"Hmm. Nice body." The girl spun around trying to put the towel around her 'nice body' and confronted her friend Becky. 

"What's the matter with you?" She cried and tightened the towel around herself glaring at her best friend. 

"The door was open so I came in. Did I scare you?" Becky teased eyeing Monica. Long blond hair dripping wet from her shower, lush curves hidden underneath the towel and a wide eyed expression on her face. 

"No. Yes. Maybe." Monica stammered. She flushed red and turned away. Becky, unperturbed continued to eye Monica. Monica pretended to ignore her and instead wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror and caught sight of her friend in the reflection. 

Tall perky breasts flame red hair. Everything Monica wished she could be. She glared hatefully at her friend again for having caught her naked and then relaxed her shoulders.

"Did you need something?" She asked. Becky grinned.

"You."

"Wh-What?" Monica stammered her eyes growing round with fear.

"Well you looked a little into seeing yourself naked and I would love to explore that cute body of yours." Becky explained.

"You're talking as if you're a....a lesbian."

"Because I am." Becky replied. Monica gasped and turned redder.

"But I thought...."

"Thought what?" Becky countered. 

"Nothing. I didn't know you where a lesbian. How come you never told me?" Monica asked now very conscious of how she must look to Becky.

"It never seemed to matter I wasn't horny around you. Now I am." Becky said with a shrug.

"But." Monica was at a loss for words.

"So can I?" 

"Can you what?" 

"Explore your body. With my tongue and hands I really want to."

"I... I don't think that would be a good idea." Monica said after a long pause.

"Please? I promise you'll like it." Becky pleaded stepping closer to Monica. She stepped back her body coming in contact with the sink. Becky reached forward and grabbed the towel yanking it gently free of Monica's grasp and revealing her body. Becky grinned and ran her palm down the center of Monica's chest to her stomach watching her friend's eyes. Monica shut her eyes and shuttered a little bit. 

"Come on lets go back to your room." Becky suggested tugging Monica along and down the hall. Monica put up slight resistance as her curiosity began to take control. Becky led her to her bedroom and shut and locked the door before Monica could protest. While Monica stood unsure of what to do Becky began to take off her own clothes. Her nipples growing hard in anticipation and excitement. Monica started to look away but somehow couldn't. Becky caressed her own tits moaning a little and watching Monica.

"Can I touch you again?" She asked. Monica nodded slightly. Becky moved to stand in front of her and cupped her tits lowering her head to take one nipple then the other into her mouth. Monica gasped. Her knees starting to feel weak. Becky backed her up until she sat down on the bed. She released Monica's tight nipple from her mouth and looked down at her. 

"You're scared. Don't be." She whispered and pushed Monica back on the bed spreading her legs wide for an unrestricting view of her tight pussy. Becky licked her lips and grinned wickedly at Monica. She touched Monica's clit softly and watched her jerk slightly. Arousal shot through Becky.

She slowly began massaging Monica's pussy lips and lowered her head to suck on her clit. Monica let out a low moan and arched slightly toward Becky. Becky rubbed circles around Monica's tight hole enjoying the feel of her slick opening growing wetter by the minute. Her juices beginning to flow. Becky inserted two fingers inside her tight hole and began to finger her slowly still sucking on her clit and listening to the small gasps and pants coming from Monica's mouth. Becky began to move her fingers faster sucking a little bit harder on Monica's clit making her squeal. She grinned.

"Feels good huh?" She teased. Monica didn't trust her voice all she could do was nod her head and moan again as Becky rubbed her clit and finger fucked her. She removed her two fingers dripping wet and licked them clean then ran her tongue in teasing flicks along Monica's pussy tasting her and loving it. She thrust her tongue inside of Monica who gasped and arched her cute ass completely off the bed. Becky put her hands down and stroked Monica's ass with her hands holding her up and thrusting her tongue faster. She felt Monica's muscles begin to tighten and heard her breathing coming faster and harder as her climax drew closer. 

Finally hot juices came forth in a gush that shook Monica's whole body. Becky's tongue becoming bathed in Monica's sweet climax. Monica moaned louder and wiggled a little bit. Becky pulled back and watched as the juice flowed from Monica's swollen pussy and soaked the bed a little bit. As Monica gave one last spasm she went limp and moaned again. Becky smiled and crawled up the bed to lay next to Monica.

"Women do it better don't we?" Becky asked. Monica still breathing hard nodded and flushed deep red. 

"You're not going to tell anyone are you?" She asked fearfully.

"Nope. It will be our little secret." Becky whispered bringing Monica's head forward until their lips met. Sealing the promise with a kiss.



First Time



We walk into the hotel room and I'm feeling so nervous. You have a big smile on your face for numerous reasons. One, you can't wait to do what we are going to do. Two, you see the nervous expression on my face and that makes you like it even more. And three, you know that you will really be punishing me and taking me one more big step to becoming your complete bitch. 

The plan has been in motion for awhile and I can't believe we are actually doing it, we've talked about it so many times but the fact that we actually went to a gay bar and picked up a guy and brought him back with us so we can complete this fantasy is making me shake with fear and excitement. The guy's name is Sean and you say you picked him out because he looked cute but he's taller than me with a bigger build, and I know you picked him so I can feel more like a bitch being taken by a big stud and also because it's obvious he would have a big dick.

As soon as the door closes you tell us to take our clothes off. We do what you say and we're both standing there naked. I look down at Sean's dick and just as I thought, his dick is huge. He is easily bigger than I am, well over eight inches. You see me look at his dick so you say "Oh, I see you looking. You want his cock don't you, you little bitch! Get on your knees now." You have told Sean all about what we do, about how I'm your bitch and how it's ok to force me to do anything. Sean turns towards me and puts his hand on my shoulders and pushes me down. He couldn't believe his luck when you told him that you wanted him to come home with us so that I could suck his dick. He liked the idea of fucking a straight guy in the mouth and cumming down his throat. He quickly realizes that he can do whatever he wants to me so he pushes me down until I'm on my knees with my face is inches away from his hard, massive cock.

You bend down towards me and start rubbing my head and whispering softly. "Just lick it once baby, it's ok, it's not bad if you do, just do it, stick out your tongue." You grab his dick and point it at my mouth. I slowly stick out my tongue and lick the head of his big dick. 

"That's it baby now open your mouth and become a cocksucker, do it baby. Do it now bitch," you say as I open my mouth, with your hand on the back of my head you push me towards Sean's dick and his cock enters my lips. You continue to push until my mouth is filled and you hold me there. My mouth feels so stuffed because his cock is not only long, but also thick! "Yesssss baby. That's it, you little cocksucker, suck that big cock. Do it for me, now!"

I slowly start to move my head and suck Sean off, he is being patient, but you don't want him to be bored. So you say "Have your way with his mouth, do whatever you want." So he puts his hands on my head and begins to thrust his dick into my mouth. You sit back and take your clothes off and begin to rub your pussy, you are so wet watching me suck dick. You never thought you would be watching me suck cock, but you're glad that I am. You begin squeezing and rubbing your tits while one hand is furiously rubbing your pussy. "Oh yes, fuck his mouth, go deeper, I want to hear him gag on your dick."

Sean doesn't need any more invitations so he begins pushing his dick deeper into my mouth with every thrust. I put my arms down to my side and stop moving as Sean grabs my head with both hands and begins to bring my head closer to his crotch as he continues to thrust his cock into my mouth. Soon all I can do is try to open my mouth and throat as much as I can so that I don't gag. But the truth is, it's no use. Sean begins to fuck my throat and as his big dick hits the back of my throat I begin to gag. My eyes start to water up and soon Sean just slams his cock into my throat and holds it there. I fight the urge to gag as much as I can, but I eventually lose and begin coughing. His dick falls out of my mouth and as I try to regain my composure, Sean grabs his dick and begins slapping me in the face with it. It is so powerful and as tears begin to roll down my face I realize that I've opened my mouth again and I'm trying to grab his dick with my mouth so that I can continue to suck it. His dick finds my mouth and soon he is back to facefucking me.

By this time you have put the strap-on dildo on and you walk up to where we are. "Get up and get on the bed, both of you." I know what I have to do, so I get on all fours on the bed and wait for the both of you. "Look how hard his cock is, " you say as you point to my dick. "He really likes sucking dick, he likes being a bitch ass cocksucker!" Sean chuckles at this and you tell him to get infront of me and continue fucking my mouth. He needs no other invitation and soon my mouth is filled with his cock again and I'm moaning to show you that I do like sucking cock. I feel you place some lube on my asshole and I thank god that you are being generous with it. Sean's hands are still on the back of my head as he continues to shove my head down, his breathing has also picked up, so I hope that I am doing a good enough job to make him cum. You start to ease the dildo into my ass and I let out a groan as I feel the head pop into my asshole. "Oh yes bitch, take my dick! You like it up the ass don't you? Tell me you do, I want to hear you say it with your mouth full of cock!"

I try to talk with Sean's dick in my mouth, and I find it really hard since his cock is so thick, however I manage to say something that sounds like "Yes, I like it in my ass." This makes you laugh a bit and you thrust your dick all the way into my ass. I let out a moan and you begin to pump my ass. I feel the dildo going all the way in and your hands on my hips. I start to push back as I realize how gay I must look. I have a huge cock in mouth and I'm bent over being pounded in the ass by a dildo, and my own dick is so hard it hurts.

You slap my ass a couple of times as you continue to talk dirty to me and call me names such as "cocksucker, bitch, cumslut" and all I can do is moan and enjoy the abuse I'm getting. Soon I feel Sean tense up a bit, and I hope I know what comes next. "I'm going to cum!" I hear him say. You pull out of my ass and grab a cup that is on the table and say "Cum on his face! Give this bitch a facial!" he pulls out of my mouth and I'm left there on all fours with my mouth open staring at Seans cock as he quickly begins to jerk off. YOu hold the cup below my face and soon I hear Sean grunt. The first stream flies out of Sean's cock and hits me in the cheak. The second hits me near my eye and it makes me close my eyes. "No baby, open your eyes, now!" I open my eye and feel the cum around my eyelids, it's hard to keep it open but I do my best, and I'm sure I look ridiculous as I realize you are laughing. Another stream of cum hits me in the forehead and I can feel my face being covered in cum! Sean gets closer and puts his dick into my mouth as I feel more cum shooting out and into my mouth. 

As he finishes, he pulls out of my mouth and you say "Swallow it! Now! Eat his cum!" so I swallow his load that is in my mouth. I somehow fight the urge to gag and I look up at you to see the huge smile on your face. "Oh yes baby, you are such a real bitch now!" You start to wipe off the extra cum on my face into the cup and soon there is a good amount of cum inside the cup. "Now, be a real, good, cum slut whore and open up!" You say as you tilt the cup towards my mouth. I open my mouth and watch as you pour a little bit of the cum into my mouth. "Swallow it!" I do as I'm told and then without you saying anything I open my mouth again. "Hahahaha you want more don't you? You're such a cumslut, you fucking cocksucking whore!" You pour the rest of Sean's cum into my mouth and I swallow it all.

"Lay on your back" you instruct me as you take off the strap-on. You straddle my dick and since you are so wet and I am so hard it easily goes into your waiting pussy. "Oh yes! This feels good, fuck me!" You say "You like eating cum don't you? Whore!" I nod yes. "Tell me how much you liked having cock in your mouth!" 

I let out a sigh and close my eyes and whisper "I loved having my face fucked."

You interrupt me by yelling "Louder! I want to hear you say it loud!"

"I loved getting facefucked!" I say in a much louder voice. "His dick was so big and it tasted so good, I'm such a cocksucking bitch, baby!" You are bouncing on my dick so hard that I feel my cum building up. "Oh baby, I'm going to cum." You pick up the pace and soon I let out a huge grunt as I feel my dick explode in your pussy. I look at you and see the big smile on your face so I know what comes next. You get off my dick and quickly place your hand on your pussy holding my cum inside of it. You climb up and straddle my face and I open my mouth as wide as possible.

You remove your hand and out comes the biggest glob of cum I've ever seen. It falls into my mouth and I quicly swallow it. "Lick my pussy, now! Clean it cum slut!" I start to lick your pussy and I keep tasting my cum and feeling it drip out of your pussy and into my mouth. I continue to swallow it as I stick my tongue into your pussy and start to dig for more cum. You are moaning and rubbing your pussy on my mouth and soon I feel you cum on my face which makes more of my cum flow out of your pussy.

Soon, you feel that you are clean enough and you get off of my face and look at me. There are droplets of cum on my chin and this makes you laugh. "Wow, you are such a cum slut. You look like such a bitch sucking cock and now with cum on your face. You liked it didn't you baby?"

I let out a sigh and a meek "Yes."

Sean is sitting there and when we look at him all he says is "Wow, that was hot!" You laugh and say "I know, maybe once you're hard again you can fuck his face again." I look at you as you wink to me, all I can do is smile.



First Time



It was a pretty warm night in July of 2002. I had just gotten back from physical therapy to find the entire barracks empty. My unit had gone out to the field for a week and I had the place to myself for a few days. I was technically on leave because I had just had knee surgery a month ago, so I really didn't have to stick around, but a hotel out in town was just to expensive.

I went up to my room, and finally being able to enjoy a little private time between my cock and I, I went to my stash and grabbed the latest penthouse I had bought on my last excursion into town. I sat down, lowered my zipper, turned to my favorite spread, and pulled out my little friend to get reacquainted. I got nice and hard and was enjoying myself when I caught the sound of the shower running in the bathroom my room shared with the neighbor. I didn't think too much of it, I figured even if he had stayed behind, he would have no reason to come in my room.

I continued to slowly play with myself, enjoying the fact that my roommate was gone, when what should happen, the guy using the shower opens the door to my room, peeks in to see if I am here and catches me with a handful. Quickly I shove my now extremely hard dick back into my pants, hoping he didn't see to much and hoping he saw enough to go away. That wasn't to happen. Here I am, shorts tenting out, copy of a porn mag in my hand, and this guy walks in with nothing but a towel talking to me like nothing was going on. 

He explained his shower was broken and my neighbor gave him the key so he could use ours. He then proceeded to tell me he had been at the gym, and his muscles were very sore, so he would consider it a favor if I could rub some lotion into his back for him. While things were certainly starting to subside, I still wanted to get back to what I had started so I consented, anything to get rid of him. I probably should have figured by now that something was up, but my brain was just a little cloudy. 

He went over to my bed, laid down on his belly and handed me the bottle. I started off a little slow, lotion into the shoulders, forgetting for a moment that I still had quite a bit of chub, and if he hadn't figured it out before, there was no way he couldn't tell now with my midsection inches from his face. He kept asking me to go lower and apply more pressure, so I had to climb on the bed and straddle his back. In this position, my still sensitive cock was rubbing against his back with every move I made, and I am sure he could tell what was happening. He kept urging me to go lower, and pretty soon I reached the top of the towel. He pulled it off, so now here I am, raging hard on, with nothing between his naked body and I but a thin pair of shorts. This situation may have appeared to me as awkward as it really was if I had enough blood flowing to my brain, but I wasn't thinking to clearly. Even with my blood reduced foggy mind, I knew this was much much more than a simple massage when he reached behind him and started tugging at my shorts. To this day, I am not sure why, but I continued to go with the flow, and before I knew it, I was kneeling on top of another man, completely naked. 

I had never been in this situation before, nor had I ever given it much thought. He could tell I was completely lost at this, because he rolled over with me on top, moving so I wound up on my back with him on his knees between my legs. He wrapped his hand around my cock, and gave it a couple pumps. At this point I was just to damn horny to stop any of it. He slid back, leaned in and put my dick in his mouth, sucking on it and playing with my balls. He went all the way down, deep throating it, before sliding back up, letting it slide out of his mouth with a plop. He then spit on it a little bit, and sucked it back into his lips, sucking on just the head. It was an amazing BJ and I was just getting hornier by the minute. 

The whole time he was sucking my cock, he was slowly moving down the bed turning his body so his cock ended up by my face. I had never done it before, but I was caught up in the moment, so I reached over, wrapped my hand around his 6.5 inch meat. Slowly I turned my head, he pressed it up against my lips, so I opened slightly and pushed in. I tried to repeat everything he was doing to me, licking the underside of the cock, working my lips just around the head, giving what I assume was a decent blow job for a first timer. 

I was ready to explode it felt so good. That is when He stopped, looking back at me with a mouthful of his dick and asked "Have you ever had a cock in your ass?" I shook my head no, so he asked "Want one?" I thought about it for a second before the hornieness overwhelmed me and shook my head yes.

He pulled out of my mouth, resumed his position between my knees, grabbed the now forgotten lotion bottle and began to generously lube my asshole and his cock. After a few minutes, I felt a finger go in, and it slid in with ease, he began working lubricant into my virgin hole, and then the finger came out and was replaced by something much larger. I could feel his condom covered cock pushing against my hole, and slowly I could feel it going in. It slid in with a pop, and he held it there for a moment, allowing me to get used to it. 

Soon he begin to piston his hips, thrusting deep into my ass, and it didn't hurt like I thought it would, it felt really good. I could feel his cock massaging my prostate as he thrust deeper, as well as the sensations of it sliding over my nerve endings in my hole. He continued to fuck me for a good fifteen minutes, stroking my cock with one hand, the other holding up my good leg to keep me open. I soon came all over my self, and shortly there after he pulled out of my ass, straddled my chest, pulled the condom off and shot his cum on my chest and into my mouth. 

That is the story of my first and only gay experience. It was something I enjoyed, and if the opportunity, timing, and other participant(s) were right, I would try it again. Perhaps performing for my girlfriend, who actually inspired me to write this out for the first time.



First Time



I would like to thank MarqKDsade, the volunteer editor that helped me get this story posted. I will rely on you for all my future postings.



I sit here, before the mirror, thinking about all the things you have said to me over the phone. The things that make me feel inclined to trust you, to give up control to you. We have spoken on the phone several times and exchanged emails for a while now, but today is the first time we will meet face to face. I am lost in my thoughts. 

I look at the clock and motivate myself to get up. I start getting ready, I have already showered and picked out what I will wear. I pull the short dress you requested from my closet and slip it over my head, loving the feel of the fabric on my skin. Under the dress I wear only my bra, as is your preference.

I stand in front of the full length mirror looking at my image, the short dress, and a heel on my sandals has a nice affect on my legs and ass. I play with my hair a bit. I don't usually do much with it, but I don't want to look like a mess when we meet. I decide to add a little curl smoother and leave it down, since you had mentioned that you like long hair.

I look at the clock again and see that I am running late. Knowing how you hate lateness, I quickly head out to meet you. I see on the way out the door you have sent me a text.

"Have you left yet?" it asks. 

"Walking out the door now, sorry, running late." I text back as I lock the door.

"Get that sexy ass moving." You quickly text back.

I smile to myself and jump in my vehicle. After I have been driving for a while, my phone rings.

"Are you on your way?" the male voice asked.

"I am, I am just heading out of town now." I reply, happily.

"Good, we should be able to meet at the appointed place then." He says.

I am pleased with this news.

"Sounds great!" I reply.

However, I am now feeling a little more nervous by the reality of it all.

"You sound nervous, are you feeling nervous?" You ask me, easily.

"Well, yes, I am nervous, but in a good way." I tell you, smiling. 

You begin to speak to me in your calm, confident and reassuring way. I can feel myself relax, as I listen to you. Then you tell me a story and, before I know it, I am laughing out loud driving down the highway.

We talk most of the way. You arrive first and tell me where to meet you, telling me we can talk more when I get there.

I am only 15 minutes away so we hang up and I turn up the music, singing along, to distract myself. I arrive at the specified place and walk up to see you, waiting at an outdoor table. You stand to greet me, we look at each other, pleased with what we see and gingerly hug. We sit down and the waitress arrives. I explain that I am starving and ask if you are hungry as well. We order lunch and chat for a while as we eat.

"Ok, well, I would say we seem to have a spark. Where do you want to go from here?" You ask, after we finish our meal.

I look at you dumbfounded. I have no idea what to say.

"Yes, I think it is clear that we do have a spark, but, I don't know where we go from here. What do you suggest?" I offer, as I smile brightly at you.

"Hmmmmm, I have a few thoughts about that, but want to make sure you are comfortable." You say, as you watch my reaction.

I smile and look down at my drink, looking up at you occasionally, waiting for you to say something else, unsure of what I should do or say. 

You suddenly excuse yourself from the table. When you return you don't go to your seat, but come over to me and lean in close.

"I would like to see how you feel, how it feels to kiss you." You whisper in my ear.

All I can do it just look up at you, like a deer in the headlights.

You put your hand on my back and run it up to the back of my neck, holding me firmly and tell me to get my things, we are leaving. You keep your hand on my neck, under my hair and lead me out the door, no questions asked. I am not sure what to expect as you intently guide me across the parking lot, moving your hand up deep into my thick hair. 

Once we arrive at your vehicle you turn toward me, looking at me for what seems like an eternity. I could hear people laughing and talking not far from us. You continue to hold me by the hair as I look into your blues eyes in confusion.

You explain that you could not sit across from me one more minute without touching me. I could see the indecision clouding your eyes as your grip on my hair tightens, but then it clears as you regain your control and walk me to the passenger side of your vehicle. You open the door and watch as I get in without a word. A few moments later you are next to me and we are pulling out of the restaurant parking lot.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Well, actually I don't know, I think we should get a hotel room so I can get to know you better." You reply, looking over at me.

I squirm in my seat at your response. I see you watching at me as we drive, my nerves are on end now.

"I'm not ready for that, can we just find somewhere private to sit and talk some more?" I say quietly.

You agree, knowing I am not ready yet, and stop to get directions to a little park down the road. We ride in silence, although you never take your eyes off of me for long, as you drive. I could feel your eyes on me like hands stroking my skin as they freely wandered over my body.

I begin to get a little flushed from your blatant appreciation of my body.

When you finally look back at the road you are smiling.

"I am pleased with the way this is going, I wish we had more time today." You say, lightening the mood a bit.

"Yes, I agree, this has been really nice. I have really enjoyed our conversation and feel very comfortable already. I think you may be what I have been waiting for all this time. To be honest, I had just about given up when we met online" I say.

I turn my head to look at you so I can take in your reaction. You seem pleased with this news, as well as my statement about my current comfort level and I find myself taking pleasure in this reaction.

We get to the park and you pull in to the far end of the lot. It's shady and not many cars or people are around so you suggest we sit in the vehicle a bit and talk. 

I unbuckle my seat belt and look up to face you, but when I do, you are right in front of me. Before I know it your mouth is on mine and your running your fingers through my hair, using it to hold my head right where you want it.

At first I feel overwhelmed, I'm not sure about the suddenness and intensity of your kiss. The decisive display of control throws me, I feel my heart beat speed up as my chest heaves outward pushing my breasts forward. I like it and begin to relax, enjoying the way you tease my lips and tongue with your mouth.

You tell me to open my mouth and I do. You kiss me even deeper, playing with my tongue, exploring my oral cavity. I can feel myself melting into your hands as the minutes go by, until finally, you release me.

I feel breathless and a little dizzy from being so overwhelmed. You watch me, amused as I try to collect myself, seeming a little lost for a moment. 

"Oooh, that was excellent. Let's go for a walk now, shall we?" I quickly suggest, after regaining my ability to speak.

I hadn't been kissed like that since...well, not sure when or even if I have been kissed like that before, it would definitely go down in the memory banks. 

I reach over and start to open the door but you stop me, chuckling at my abrupt suggestion for a walk. 

"Where are you going?" you ask.

I let my hand fall away from the door handle.

"Are you telling me that you didn't enjoy that?" You say.

You watch my reaction, playing casually with one of my stray curls.

I look down and try to phrase my words carefully. 

"I did enjoy that, maybe too much for our first meeting. I want to take this slow and when you kiss me like that it makes me feel like I'm melting." I confess, as I look up at you.

I can see that, although your words are caring and comforting, you are pleased that you have affected me that much with just a kiss.

"Alright, one more kiss and we can get out for a walk." You say, with a gleam in your eye.

You continue to play with the spring-like curls hanging over my shoulder. 

I reluctantly agree and you lean close to my face as you sink you hand deep into the roots of my hair. You squeeze your grip to let me know you are in control and when you kiss me, I feel your grip tighten again as your mouth makes contact with mine, kissing me much deeper this time.

My breath is taken away, my heart is pounding and I can feel my body reacting to your dominance. I had know idea that it would have this much effect on me, it's so much different than I thought. The adrenaline makes my heart jump, my pelvis pushed down against the leather seat.

I feel your left hand on my thigh, caressing higher and higher. You break our kiss, moving down to my neck and ear, pulling my head back to provide you clear access. 

"Mmmmmm, I love how smooth your skin is, so soft." You mumble into my ear, as you nibble to distract me from your hand gently spreading my thighs apart.

I am lost in the gentleness, strength and passion I can feel emanating from you. I feel where your hand is going, squeezing between my legs, grazing my wet pussy. 

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS MAN!" My head screams out.

But my body doesn't care...

"I know you." I say to myself.

You are the man that has told me stories to make me laugh and called me your princess. The man that makes me smile, has time for me, wants to go places and do things, some very specific things, with me. You are the man that wants more than sex, you want to encompass me, own me, care for me, give me pleasure and put me in check when I'm out of line. You are the man I have been waiting for, the man that understands what I want and need.

You lick your way back up my neck and begin teasing my lips again by licking and biting them gently, playfully. Once I am relaxed, your tongue plunges into my mouth. I feel your finger enter my pussy at the same time and my body arches in response.

It feels so good as you move your finger in and out of my wet pussy. A moan builds in my throat but is lost as you pull it into your mouth and swallow it. You continue kissing me while exploring my pussy with you finger, looking for just that spot that will make me crazy.

You stop and lean my seat back so you can look at me. I'm sure I look absolutely wanton laying there squirming as you finger me out in the open.

"You look so beautiful." You say.

"I love the way you squirm when I do this." You tell me, as you demonstrate that you have found my G spot. 

I can't help myself as I close my eyes and thrust my hips forward.

You lean down to kiss me again, able to lean into it more from above. You begin to really tease my pussy, pushing my legs farther apart as you increase the speed and pressure.

I try to speak, try to make you stop, I don't want you to make me cum, not yet, it's too soon. 

"Not here, like this?" I beg.

You don't stop until you know I'm on the edge. I feel weak and vulnerable but also very, very horny. You look at me and apologize, explaining that you needed to see how I would react to being controlled.

"Well, did I pass the test?" I ask a little sarcastically.

"Did you want to make me cum? Right here in the parking lot?" I question.

You could tell that I was a little out of sorts over the situation by the change in my tone and demeanor.

"Did you not like how it felt?" You question. 

"I didn't mean to offend you, I want to give you pleasure." you finish. 

You lean close to me as you reach up my dress again to my, now swollen and throbbing, soaked pussy. I gasp as your fingers find my clit and begin circling it slowly, using varying amounts of pressure. I can feel my body starting to overrule my mind as my hips start to move in rhythm against your hand.

"I am really loving how your body responds." You say, as you lean over me closer.

You pull down the top of my dress with your right hand and kiss me lightly on the tops of my breasts. I start to push into your hand harder with my pelvis, but you withdraw your finger when I do. You then bring your hand from my pussy up to my mouth and push your finger in as you gauge my reaction. 

I am stunned, never having had anyone do that before, as you force me to taste myself. I begin to suck, eagerly, without thinking, knowing this is what you want. You pull your finger from my mouth as you lean in to kiss me deeply, savoring the taste of my pussy you left in my mouth. 

You break the kiss, then lean across me, reaching up to grasp the seat belt, buckling me up. 

"It's only 1:30 and I have a raging hard on. Now I'm not asking anything of you, but do you trust me enough to get a hotel room with me for the next couple of hours?" You ask, as you start the car.

"I just want a chance to explore that beautiful body of yours, I love how you feel." You say, as we pull out of the parking space.

I am looking at you in awe, I don't know how to answer. My body and mind are on fire for you, but we only met an hour and a half ago. You stop the car and ask me if I am okay and I let you know that I am . You ask if I am willing to go to the hotel with you and I hesitate.

You call me by my name and I look over at you, still unsure of how to respond. You reassure me that if I don't want to get a room we won't, but that if not, we would need to stay in very public places where you would be more inclined to behave yourself.

I smile at your statement and consent to the hotel room, but not very confidently. I know that I am in a weak state and feel that more than I want is going to happen if I go into that room with you. You can see that I seem a little more nervous and worried about getting the room.

"It's okay if you are not comfortable getting a room, I don't want you to feel pressured to do this and nothing will happen without your consent." You reassure me.

I feel so torn by what my mind and body want, my mind says slow down but my body is screaming to have more, to feel more. I try to explain this to you and as always, you are understanding. You explain what it is you want to do once we get to the room. I listen intently to your plan of introducing me to you as my Dom to see how I respond, if that is really something I want before we get more emotionally attached. I ask how confident you are that nothing more than that will happen. You don't even blink an eye before telling me that you can promise that you have enough control to keep anything more from happening, to not move to that next level until I am ready.

I begin to relax some as you continue to talk me down from my potential panic attack, knowing how your voice soothes me. 

We arrive at a nearby hotel and you go in to get a room while I wait in the car. I start thinking about what I'm getting ready to do. I know if I go with you my life is going to be forever changed, I won't be able to go back. 

"Am I sure about this?" I start to wonder.

You aren't gone long and my thoughts dissipate once you are back in the car next to me. My decision is made. We park and you get out. I notice that you grab a small bag from your backseat. I stare at it in your hand, as you come to my door. You open the door and assist me out. I continue staring at the bag in your hand. You pretend not to notice, seeming to enjoy the affect it is having on me.

Our room is on the top floor so we go in through a side entrance that leads to the stairs up. You guide me to go up first. I wonder if this is out of politeness or because you want to watch my bare ass go up the stairs in the short dress you requested I wear.

By the time we reach the top floor, you are even more worked up from watching the occasional flashes of my ass as I take the steps up. I make sure to swing my hips just enough to give you a nice view to look at on the way. I can sense your frustration from behind me and can't help but be pleased with my effect on you.

Just as I reach for the door to our floor your hand comes up and takes me by the wrist, pulling it back behind me, you push me forward with the weight of your body and pin me to the wall. You use your other hand to start at my thigh and work your way up under my dress to my pussy.

You are pleased that I am still so wet, and begin to play with me, teasing my clit, as you whisper into my ear.

"Mmmmm, you are so wet. Do you think I didn't notice that extra little swing in your step once you realized I was watching your ass?" You ask me in a rough accusing tone.

"I know what you want and I'm going to give it to you princess." You say, into the my hair.

I softly grunt as you increase your grip on my wrist, pushing your body into mine. 

"Mmmm, you do like to be controlled, don't you?" You ask.

"Do you feel that princess?" You say, as you grind your hard cock into my ass. 

"That's what you do to me." You finish, as you pull my wrist down my back, placing my hand on your straining cock.

I whimper at the feel of your cock grinding into me, then holding it, feeling it strain against your pants with my touch. All the while your fingers continue to play in my soaked pussy. My breathing gets more ragged as our petting and playing gets more intense. 

"This is like torture, but oh so good." I think to myself. 

Just then I hear the door to one of the other floors open and close. I can't tell if the footsteps are coming closer or farther away. My body tenses and I struggle to get free, but you have me firmly pinned to the wall.

"Beg me to take you to the room princess and I'll stop." You proposition, as you start to slowly finger fuck me instead of just playing with my clit.

I struggle with my response, my brain is on overload, your hard cock, your fingers, the kisses to my neck in between your hot whispers, not to mention being in a public area, again. 

I can feel my pussy throbbing as your fingers quicken and the pressure on my body gets even stronger, pressing your cock even harder into my hand. 

"Please, take me to the room." I say breathlessly, finally giving in. 

You stop.

"Mmmmm, you are a good girl." You say. 

I know you have a smile on your face without even looking at you. You release my body and slide you finger up my slit grazing my clit as you move away. 

You open the door for me and take me by the wrist to lead me down the hall to our room. Once inside the room I barely get my purse laid down before you have me by the hair. I gasp in surprise, as you pull me back until I am facing you. I look into your blue eyes for only a moment before you are kissing me again, but then you stop. 

You reach down and take hold of my dress lifting it up. You tell me to hold my arms up as you pull it over my head then toss it aside. I stand before you totally naked except for my bra and sandals in a matter of seconds. You quickly unhook my bra and remove it, tossing it aside. 

You begin kissing me again as you raise both of your hands up to hold my face. You slide your right hand into my hair, using it to guide me to my knees in front of you. I am at mouth level with your zipper as you undo your pants, letting them fall to the floor, you pull your cock out and tell me to open my mouth. 

I obediently open my mouth and you plunge in, pushing all the way, trying to bury yourself in my throat. Your cock fills my mouth. It feels good. I try to relax, as you push further into my throat, watching my reaction from above. I can't hold back anymore and start to gag. The tears run from my eyes as I choke and sputter on your cock. You hold my head in place for just a few seconds longer then slide your cock out. 

I can hear you praising me, telling me I'm a good girl and pushing my hair out of my face as I look up at you. I know that I should hate that, being called a "good girl" for letting you gag me with your cock, but I don't, I actually like it. I want to hear more. 




First Time



First Session

The room is dark, warm and still. You had a sense of space around you as you were led in by the leash he had strapped around your neck when you arrived. Being blindfolded though, you didn't have a chance to look around. The first sound you recognize is that of metal on metal, a ring on the ceiling, perhaps? The sound stops, and he takes you by the arms, undoes the shackles and replaces them with leather restraints, which he then raises above your head and ties off to something. (Your white button down shirt and black lace bra had been discarded after you entered, just after the blindfold had been placed over your eyes, and before the leash had been set in place.)

Now you're standing there, exposed in the middle of the room, waiting. You can hear his footsteps, soft, flesh against wood. They keep traveling around you, circling you, sometimes closer, sometimes farther away. You feel as though you are being sized up, measured. You catch a whiff of cigarette smoke; he's definitely taking his time. He comes close gain, and your jeans, loose fitting and unbelted as he had requested, are pulled gently off you and left at your ankles. 

You imagine what he is seeing—the black g-string he told you to wear, the pale white skin of your legs and ass. Against your will goose bumps appear on your skin, having nothing to do with the temperature; your back, arms, thighs and bottom are covered in them—almost as if your flesh is reaching outwards towards him, waiting for him. You try to remember that you had asked—no—begged for this, and so remain still.

You hear the rattle of chain on metal again, and suddenly there is a sharp pull on your wrists. You are raised till your feet can't touch the ground, and you sway gently from your chains. A quick sound in the air is your only warning before you feel a sharp thwack on your ass, hard enough to have you rocking back and forth in the air. You cry out in surprise as much as pain when you are grabbed by the throat by a large powerful hand which then begins to squeeze. "Did I give you permission to make noise?" His voice is low and deep. 

Sputtering for breath you reply. "No, but you surprised me." Smack. His hand releases your throat and strikes your cheek, and flashes of light dance in the darkness behind your blindfold. 

"What did you say?"

You stammer, "I said no, but..." Whack.

"No, what?"

"No, sir."

You sense his approval. "Good. I'll expect you to remember that."

"Yes, sir." You reply quietly. Your flesh is warm, hot, in fact, where his hand touched you. He reaches around and, using your hair for a handle spins you around until you've lost all sense of direction. All you can sense is his presence somewhere near you, and the sting of the handprint on your cheek. As if noting that your bum no longer stings he delivers two sharp strikes, one on each cheek of your ass.

A low moan, half growl escapes from your lips. You flick your hair back in what little defiance you can show. "What did I do to deserve this, sir?" The sarcasm is unmistakable in your voice.

He does not answer, though you thought you heard a very low chuckle after you spoke. There is a thud as something is dropped to the ground. You hear a rustle as if he was removing something from a bag. You draw in your breath as your imagination starts painting pictures for you. You follow the sounds as best you can, careful to make none of your own. You hear something else hit the ground close to your feet. Reflexively you "look" down at it, and as you do a flogger cuts down across your back in quick, searing stings.

First from right to left, then left to right. Across your ass, your thighs, up to your back again. Your entire being is on fire. Suddenly now they're coming from the front, licking against your inner thighs, your belly, your breasts, now back to your ass again. You try to escape, but all you can do is wriggle like a fish on a hook.

More across your back, the front of your thighs, your mind reels from the shock of it. It seems there must be two, maybe three men thrashing you, yet in your heart you know it is only he. The beating suddenly stops as his hands wrap around your throat, pulling your entire body towards him. Every inch of you is awake, alive. Your breath comes short and hoarse, and your body shakes. Yet still there is fight left in you. Reflexively, you try to bite down on his hands.

You bite on nothing but air. He moves one hand from your throat to tangle in your hair, and then removes his other hand. You wait, wholly expecting more pain, more punishment. Another low growl escapes your lips, but no pain comes. He simply holds you there. Suddenly his hand begins to caress your face, your neck, your ears. He runs is almost casually down your breasts and over your belly down to your g-string, which he very gently removes from you releasing your hair to do so.

Knowing how soaked they must be from your excitement you wait, holding perfectly still, wondering if he is going go satisfy himself with you. You can feel the back of one hand running up your thighs. You clench your legs closed, something in you wanting both to anger and arouse him, dangerous though it may be.

With no warning at all he slaps you hard across the face. Against your will you let out a small scream as the force of it snaps your head back, and star-fire explodes again behind the blindfold. You again hear the clang of metal on metal, and suddenly you are in a heap on the floor.

"On your knees. Now." He says, very quietly.

You obey without thought, and then are furious with yourself for doing so. You hear the sound of his zipper coming down. "Now, slave, what do you think you should do next?"

You gather what is left of your pride and sarcasm to answer him. Sitting up on your knees, you say with a smirk on your face, "That's entirely up to you, sir."

His tone grows very even and quiet. "I asked you a question, slave. Answer me properly." His tone grows even colder as you hesitate. "Now."

Finally frightened, you soften your own tone. "I should do what you ask of me, sir." Almost all the sarcasm has left your voice, and you realize that you mean what you say.

"What I ask of you? What I ask is that you show the proper respect to your Master." You feel a leather collar being attached around your neck, tight. Enough room is left for you to breath, but not much else. Then a chain is attached to the front of the collar. "Turn around, and get on your hands and knees."

You do so, but slowly, trying to make it seem that it is your own choice. You can almost feel the smirk on his face, watching your small acts of defiance. It only serves to excite you more. The sting of the paddle, recovered from the floor, reminds you abruptly of your current position. 

"Now crawl, slave."

You make no move to do so. Instead, you stay where you are, raising your ass higher in the air, presenting him with a perfect target. When you don't move he strikes you again, harder this time. Again and again, switching sides each time, until the pain finally becomes too much, and you begin to crawl, trying not to let him see the tears seeping down through your blindfold. After what seems an eternity he pulls gently on your leash. "Stop, and stand up."

Your knees hardly support you, and you are helped onto a padded table. He makes you lie down with your ass in the air, and then quickly he shackles your wrists and ankles to the table. Despite your best efforts, a small whimper of fear escapes your lips.

He wipes a tear from your face with a finger. "Now, slave, what do you say?"

"Thank you." Is all you can think to answer.

"Thank you?" He laughs quietly. "You have spirit, my dear. Now let's see what we can do about jogging your memory regarding proper behavior." He caresses your face. "Open your mouth, slave."

With a last bit of defiance you turn your head away from his hand. Strong fingers wrap themselves in your hair and twist, hard. A sharp, stinging blow comes down on your already tender ass. "Open your mouth slave. Now."

You bite down on your lip first to keep from whimpering, and then open your mouth. A soft leather gag is tied behind your head. "Now scream all you want." You can hear the smirk in his voice. You mutter and curse behind the gag, trying to shake it loose. He laughs again. "Like I said slave, you have spirit. I wonder if you'll enjoy watching yourself squirm when I leave you a copy of this." Your squirms become more desperate at the thought that this is actually being recorded, and his laughter echoes in the room.

Suddenly the flogger sears across the backs of your thighs, across your back, even across your face, though much more gently than the other blows. "Just imagine, slave, hundreds of people watching you, seeing you squeal and squirm and beg." You feel your nether cheeks being spread apart and something cool and slippery pushes its way slowly into your rear. You clench up, which only makes it hurt more, then it finally stops. "Good. A perfect fit."

You keep perfectly still, not wanting to give him any further satisfaction. Not wanting to let him know how much you love this, even as you fear it.

He speaks again, quietly. "I want you to listen to me very carefully. You are mine. When that collar is on you every inch of you belongs to me. Everything you are is my possession, to do with as I please. Do you understand?"

You don't answer, can't. You won't give in, not like this...

He pushes harder on the plug and pulls back hard against your hair at the same time, driving his toy deeper into you. "Do you understand?"

It's too much. You try to nod, making noises of acquiescence behind the gag.

"Good. Then let's see what you've learned so far." With one thrust he buries his hard cock in your aching pussy. Your entire body shudders with the sudden pleasure. The sensation of the plug and his cock at the same time is almost overwhelming. You let out a scream from behind the gag and arch your back like a cat, the better to meet his thrusts. Hard, strong hands grip your waist, every thrust harder and deeper. He reaches up and wraps one hand in your hair, the other through a ring on your collar. Using these he pulls himself even deeper into you.

Your body explodes. Waves of pleasure tear through you, threatening to rip you apart. Nothing on earth means anything to you except what you are feeling. Abruptly he pulls out of you, and while you are still writhing in ecstasy, begins beating you almost savagely about your thighs, your back, and your ass. You moan in loss and betrayal behind the gag.

Without stopping he asks in a calm voice, "do you know why you are being punished, slave?" Smack. Smack. Smack. "Do you?" Thwack. "Answer me."

You shake your head wildly, wriggling with every new smack. He stops striking you. "The next time you want to come, you ask me for permission first. If you cannot speak, then you wait till I tell you that you may come. Do you understand yet? Everything you are belongs to me. That includes your pain and your pleasure. You suffer when I will it, and you receive pleasure if I will it. Do you understand?" He removes your gag.

A whispered yes drops from your lips.

"Good." He reaches and taps on the anal plug, causing you to squirm again. "You seem to be handling that quite well. Good little slave" A few light stinging shots on your thighs and back, and then you can sense him behind you again. "Now, what do you say, my pretty little slave?"

You give in completely, and answer with the only thought in your mind. "I am yours to do with as you please, sir."

Slowly, gently, he slides himself inside you again. He takes his time, not wanting to force you to come—and he did force you, that first time—he runs his hands over your back as he slides in and out of you. His hands run up your back to your neck as he leans over to whisper in your ear. "Do you trust me, slave?"

You are stunned. "I...I don't know the right answer, sir."

"The right answer is yes."

You shake as he continues to thrust into you, but answer him truthfully. "I believe I should not lie to you, sir."

His rhythm quickens a little, your body responding automatically. "Then make it he truth, slave. Trust me because I tell you to trust me. Your body is mine, even your life is mine." His hands wrap slowly around your throat, tighter than the collar.

There is a long pause as a thousand emotions run through your mind. Then, "I trust you, sir."

"Good. I always want to hear that before the end." He starts squeezing harder now...it becomes almost impossible to breath. What little air you had in your lungs is quickly spent. Your body responds in panic as he quickens his thrusts. You can feel him deep inside you, filling you. Your head starts to swim; you're losing consciousness. You think to yourself I'm really going to die...he's not going to stop. 

When you can't possibly hold on any longer, a cold rush of air fills your lungs as he lets go of your throat and whispers, "come slave. Come for me now."

Writhing and arching you tighten around him and scream as you come. As you arch back against your Master, he thrusts into you, filling you with his come, baptizing you, allowing you to receive it. He continues thrusting into you, having lost none of his manhood. You come, again and again, and again. "Thank you, sir." You hear yourself whisper. You feel the sting of the flogger across your back as he continues thrusting into you, and you into him. Your moans are the last things you are conscious of hearing.

Pain, pleasure, control, power, submission, slave, Master...they all blur in your head as you come yet again, until finally you lose consciousness, from fear, from exhaustion, from pleasure. 

Time passes. You don't know how long you've been here.

Suddenly you wake to find yourself in your own bed. For a moment you think, was it all a dream? And then you move. And look. No, the marks are plain all over your body—shackle burns, bruises, whip marks and all—and you ache from your repeated beatings. 

Then you see it. Lying there next to you on the pillow is a single red rose lying atop a black videocassette. Under the tape is a piece of paper which reads simply 'I will see you again soon. Enjoy the movie.'

You lie back on the pillow, cradling the rose to your cheek, and fall back into exhausted slumber.



First Time



Sitting in the kitchen of my old friend David's house and sex was the last thing on my mind. A couple of hours before I had been between my wife's soft thighs, I had shot my load as she moaned and bit my ear. I had watched her beautiful round arse disappear into the bathroom, showered and left to check out a couple of jobs I had on my books. I bumped into David for the first time in 5 years. He looked tanned and relaxed, I presumed he had been away with a lover but evidently not.

David admitted he had split with Paul, the last of his partners some two years ago. He laughed about not having had any fun since. I commiserated that I felt the same way after a couple of weeks, if not just a couple of days. David was sure Alice couldn't stay away from me for very long and smiled at me adding, "who could?" 

We chatted for half an hour about mutual friends, holidays, politics, the usual stuff until David brought up the topic of sex again. I teased him saying that he ought to go out and find a toy boy, he replied that that was the problem, he didn't want to take risks and what he needed was someone he could trust. 

His comment that he was unlikely to get his cock sucked ever again drew some consolation from me and it was then that I noticed his cock had begun to raise itself, just a couple of feet from me I could clearly see the outline of it as it stretched the material of his trousers. More surprising for me was the feeling that my cock was uncomfortable in my own pants and I could feel a buzzing in my head and an excitement rising in my chest. I blurted out "could I help you out?" Without waiting for an answer a leant forward and ran a finger over his bulge, he hardened noticeably as I ran a second finger along his length. I continued to trace the outline of his cock with two fingers; my own erection was obvious to David and he took the opportunity to stroke it with his thumb and index finger.

I was now gasping for breath and decided I wanted to taste what a cock was like, taste what my wife tasted. I knelt down in front of him and unzipped and unbuttoned his trousers, they slipped down to to reveal his briefs vainly trying to restrain his erection. I ran my fingers up and down it, unsure about taking that final step, but I had to do it, I pulled down his briefs to reveal his manhood, 5 inches at a guess with his glans half covered by his foreskin.

I looked up at him as I curled my fingers around his shaft, he smiled nervously, my smile was a trembling one, half from nerves, half from excitement. I licked the length of his shaft before pealing back his foreskin to reveal the swollen head. When I rolled my tongue around it like Alice had done to me so many times David gasped, I pulled his foreskin up and down as i flicked and rolled my tongue over his glans. Lifting up slightly I moved my lips around his purple head and moved down slowly with my lips relaxed and then up, sucking and licking firmly on warm skin. David was trembling, two years was too long to wait, my soft warm tongue was becoming too much for him. My own cock strained against my pants wanting release but I had one hand on Davids cock and the other caressing his firm buttocks.

I felt dizzy, what was I doing? What would Alice think if she saw what I was doing? I couldn't stop now, my slow rhythm was building in intensity, David's hands were on my head as I stroked his cock, his foreskin moving backwards and forwards over the ridge of his cock head. My tongue slipped over the tip, then I followed the contours of his glans with lips and tongue. I tasted his pre cum as it seeped out, Alice would have approved, she loved the taste and I had to admit it excited me as did the slurping sound and David's increasing moans.

Then all hell broke loose, David shouted out, I sucked hard as my head moved up and down on his shaft, my mouth filling with hot creamy liquid as he came, his cock jerking, spasming on my tongue. I swallowed but some of his cum trickled out and down my chin. I didn't stop, I loved having my cock licked and kissed after cumming and it was obvious that David enjoyed that too.

As his cock softened I pulled away and wiped my chin, David said thanks over and over again. I stood up and unzipped my pants and took out my hard cock, it pulsed in my hand. "Let me" said David and he dropped to his knees, his mouth was warm and the feel of his tongue just too much, I let out a gasp and sent my cum shooting into his mouth, the shortest blow job I had ever had. David wasn't going to release my cock that quickly as he gently slid his lips and tongue over my circumcised shaft. I was shaking with pleasure, nerves and just a little embarrassment. David finally stood up, smiled and leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I was too far gone to resist, he cupped my balls in his hand an squeezed my arse.

"That was as good a blow job as I remember, my compliments to Alice, I'll put the kettle on" he said with a smile.



First Time



She showed up at the scheduled time. I took her by the elbow and walked her into the house. I removed her coat and scarf and led her to the middle of the room, where I had placed a pillow on the floor. She stood before me, the pillow at our feet between us, and I kissed her deeply, telling her to kneel on the pillow and to take my cock out and to pleasure me with her mouth only. She did as she was told but was gagging as my cock would touch the back of her throat. She reached up and held it in her hand to prevent that. I pulled out, quickly stood her up, looked her in the eyes and told her, "Mouth only, no hands. Remember you are here to do what I want, and disobedience results in punishment."

I led her to a chair and told her to pull her pants down to her knees and lay across my lap. When she was in position, I slid her panties down so her bare ass was exposed and then gave her a quick swat on each cheek, telling her, "When I tell you to do something, do it." I proceeded with the spanking but gently rubbed her ass every so often. I slid my hand down to her slit only to find it soaking wet. Her panties were soaked as well.

I led her to the bedroom and told her to remove her clothes and lay down on the bed. I watched her as she slowly removed her clothes and folded them neatly into pile. Once she was on the bed I tied her to the corners, legs and arms spread wide. I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, watching her squirm and moan. She almost came but I stopped before she did, I crawled up and gently kissed her lips and told her I will decide when she can cum.

I picked up the crop and started tapping her clit with it, increasing the intensity as I went. Again she nearly came but I stopped the tapping. I pinched her nipples to get them to stand up hard and firm and then put the clamps on. Once they were on took a feather and slowly rubbed it across each clamped nipple, watching her moan with pleasure.

I chose the vibrator that she really likes and slowly eased it into her dripping wet pussy, softly working that special little spot that I know sends her into spasms when she cums. I asked her if she was ready to cum and all she could do was frantically nod her head yes. As she was near her peak, I bent over and took her clit into my mouth and started gently sucking on it while rubbing my tongue under the pulsing hood. Her orgasm lasted a good five minutes and I held her while her body went into an intense spasm.

After a minute I let her up in order to give her a drink of water and to let her calm down. I told her to turn over with her head down and ass in the air. I tied her wrists to her knees, leaving her fully exposed. Again, I began tapping her clit with the crop. She started moaning and slid forward. I told her not to do that and gave her a hard swat on the ass. While rubbing the sting away I took the feather duster and softly worked it across her body. I removed the dripping vibrator from her pussy and rubbed it against her tight rear entry, slowly moving it back and forth. When the vibrator touched her most sensitive spot, she arched her back toward it, showing me how badly she wanted it. It easily slid into her well-lubricated ass and I worked it in deeper and deeper, never letting up until she was screaming and begging for an orgasm. I stopped immediately and softly told her no, not yet. 

I got and ice cube and slowly rubbed it against her swollen clit. It didn't take long for her to say the safe word. I asked her what was wrong and she said the sting of the cold was too much. I inserted the ice cube into her wet pussy, working it across her g-spot, basically holding it there as she ground against it. As she did so I continued to work the vibrator in her ass. She begged me to let her cum I allowed her to. She came so hard she squirted the water from melted ice cube out of her pussy. 

She was totally spent. I untied her, gave her more water, and held her close, feeling her body shake and quiver. After resting she asked if she could go to the bathroom. I led her to the shower and had her kneel down and told her to pee. She told me she couldn't with me watching. I lifted her chin, looked at her and told her to pee and then offered my hard cock to her lips. As she was giving me pleasure, this time remembering the command to not use her hands, she started to pee and as she did I shot my load down her throat. We showered together, holding on to each other. She did very well for her first time as a submissive, and it is an experience we will soon repeat!



First Time....



She was named by a revolutionary army leader. She wore revolution, it covered her body in images and sacred texts. Her blood carried imprisoned family members, intellectual writers, activists and academics with her wherever she roamed. Her language was full of songs, stories and history. She told me herself almost as warning, that she studied, wrote, drank, danced and fucked with sometimes, sleep for good measure. 

On a very sleepy Berlin night we ventured out to find beer and excitement. We found beer, lots of beer. Once we finally mastered the accent, we ordered like the brazen broads we were at home, without jet-lag. Walking home she taught me a traditional song, explaining the oral traditions of the culture and the importance of women, how respected they were. All I could do was wish for the v of her hand embroidered shirt to slide over exposing her areola and during particular drunkenly passionate verses her entire nipple. 

Nipples make me crazy, I am a slave to nipples, especially that unexpected slip. This was before the days of Janet Jackson 's super bowl nippleversy and J-lo's Oscar nip slip, hell even before Internet porn mind you, the nipple still had power.

She was that women, the one even straight women would sleep with if given the chance, just to have that accent slide over their naked body and to be the focus of her passion. 

It may have been youth, bravery, stupidity I don't know I wish I did, what ever it was, she's not the type of girl you'd ask what got her, what you did that was so right for fear, of ever risking a repeat performance. 

We were walking along, staggering along, arm in arm holding eachother for support and we slipped over a small hedge in the dark. On the other side in the moist grass hid from the city I lightly kissed her neck, that was right beside my mouth. She laid on top of me in a giggling heap of drunkenness and ease. 

I kissed her neck again in small gentle kisses then gentle bites. Sliding and coiling her around me so that I was on top of her in the grass. We both had long waist length hair that we had both taken down at the bar and it was now flowing over our faces and bodies. 

I slid her white shirt off over her head and placed it behind her head. 'Oh you are a gentleman' she laughed. She lay there in the damp grass glowing and warm. She reached into her bag and pulled out a cheap bottle of new wine. 'In the bar I thought about you pouring this on my breasts' she said handing me the bottle. 

New wine has no cork, it's too precarious if corked it can explode right on the grocery shelves. I opened the bottle and lifted her head and offered her a drink. 'An offering to the god Bakus', she laughed. 

I poured a small amount into the palm of my hand and gently began massaging it onto her left breast using my entire wet palm. Her nipple stood and thanked me. 'I've been with boys too long' she said, 'I lack imagination in these areas. I expected you just to pour all over me, but it looks like you have a plan far greater'. 

Being a woman with large breasts, I know about the sensitive underside of breasts that so rarely get touched. Rubbing the wine into her breasts, first the right then the left from her nipples, outwards to her full breast that filled two hands, ending on that soft round curve moving down her ribs and stomach. 

Now pouring and licking, sucking, biting, she moaned and her solid breasts began to lactate, softening as the the liquid flowed.

I felt flattered at the raw abandonment and began massaging her abdomen with the mix of liquids. 

Years before as a baby dyke I'd had the pleasure to have a sexual encounter with a much older, much more experienced dyke, who thankfully was an excellent lover. She had this great move that involved massaging the stomach, hips, thighs and inner thighs and then picking me up by my hips and massaging my ass up in the air then sliding my body back down. She did it in a this flowing, smooth endless wave, in repeated succession that did lovely things to the clit and lips. Doing it from waist to knee is a guaranteed turn on, it's tricky to master but worth the time and attention to detail. Do it to any woman and you'll be a rockstar. 

She moaned and ungulated beneath me arching her back in rhythm with my pulls and lifts. Because I had been so successful up top, I made sure to return to her nipples and breasts and would shift my attention back to her torso lifting it off the grass, anchoring her ass into the ground, wondering about removing her panties and skirt. 

'I don't have English, the blood isn't in my brain' she laughed. 'Speak in Spanish', I whispered in her ear as I bit it gently. I think it was poetry, maybe her grocery list whatever it was it was slow and deliberate and included gasps and moans and although I don't speak a word of Spanish, I knew it was approval to go further. 

I slid up the short skirt she had on.

'Can I take these off?' I asked biting at the waist band of her panties. 

Sí she whispered little, tiny, a sound I would never expect from her. 

With my teeth I pulled her panties down around her feet, slipped of her sandals , then slipped off her panties, I folded them up and slid them into her jacket pocket. 

We were students, in an expensive foreign country and trust me as a free willed girl loosing quality underwear can become really pricey. 

She laughed at the gesture, 'Thank you. They are my favorites you know'. 

There she lay before me the most beautiful vibrant woman I had ever seen naked and ready, waiting for me. In my imagination we where in the long grass somewhere in Wicklow Ireland but in reality we were in some repressed German's front lawn in the middle of the city, right in their garden. As sweet as our passion was, the dweller wouldn't have been happy. 

I massaged her feet and legs with wine, adorning her entire body, a ceremonial preparation for the feast. 

I cupped her ass in my hands lifting it slightly off the ground, further parting her open legs with my elbows seamlessly raising her knees up onto my shoulders. While gently massaging her ass with my palms and fingers my thumbs began to apply pressure to her lips and clit. Lowering her ass onto the ground, sliding her feet onto my shoulders.

I kissed down her stomach moving down and parting her open wide with my entire mouth holding her lips with my jaw, while licking from her ass to her clit, massaging her nipples with both my hands. I sat with my feet under me, circling my heels on my own clit. 

Licking again from her ass to her clit this time dragging my tongue applying deep pressure moving it quickly side to side. Placing my tongue inside her licking the roof her of vagina like an index finger suggesting one come closer three times resulted in a flood of soft, velvety liquid- definitely not wine.

'Now it is your turn' she said, her eyes not yet focused. 

'You have been with men too long' I laughed, pouring the remaining wine on hand. 

'Have you ever been fisted', I ask, smiling.

'What is a fisted', she asks. I raise my hand, folding down my fingers into a fist.

'No you are the first woman', she says looking nervous. 

'You will enjoy it, I promise'. 

'I believe you', she says.

I slide a finger into her, she has tightened up, nervous. 

I'm touched to be her first and although very drunk, I understand the need to shift into a gentle and slow gear. I wished I had known 15 minutes ago, but decide to stay in the moment. 

I slowly turn my finger in large semi-circles, she drips down my hand. I added a second finger , circling moving deep then back out to her lips. Adding gradually a third and forth finger with my thumb tickling her clit. Pouring more wine onto my right hand I rub the inside of her thigh, sliding up to kiss her nipples neck and ears. Gently parting her open with my left hand I slowly slide my right fist into her up, first fingers, then my large large knuckles right up to my wrist. 

'Does that feel okay?', I asked looking into her eyes. 

'Oh god' she says thrust her hips and fucking my hand, looking like she will burst into tears at any moment, almost fearful of the overwhelming pleasure. 

'Gently now', I say sliding my fist out only to have her began thrusting aggressively against it, warm liquid running down my hand pooling in the bend of my elbow. I licked the index finger on my other hand and slipped it into her ass. 

She fucked hard and deep until my hand cramped and I was in agonizing pain. She continued for what seemed like another 20 minutes although I'm sure it was only 3-5. 

I purred encouraging words, trying to convert my own pain into pleasure. 

She had been dead silent for the last few minutes, she began slowing down and fucking my hand softly. I slide it out rubbing the inside of her thighs, her legs and her stomach. Slipping my finger out of her ass. Rubbing my hands together I started at her head and rubbed her entire body down to her feet, it was something I had seen in a Karma Sutra video and I always thought it was the sweetest most loving thing one could do after such an intense event. 

I laid down in the grass beside her, her chest heaved for air.

She said something quickly in spanish.

'What is it, I asked, are you okay'.

'I was just thanking Madonna', she said laughing. 

The dew had set in and we were both quickly turning cold and wet. 

'We need to get you back to the dorm for a hot shower.'

'But you', she motioned.

'Oh I'm good, I came three or four times just being part of that. We should get back before this house owner wakes up for work'. 

She dressed quickly, we were suddenly aware of just where we were. We walked back to the dorm sticky, slippery, wet and very, very happy.



First Time



She sits on the couch, ringing her hands nervously. She wears a grey v neck T shirt and black leggings. Underneath it is the surprise: red lace panties and a red lace bra to match. Does she really want to do this? She wonders. She grips a glass in her fingers, filled with cranberry and pineapple juice and a splash of vodka. The ice has melted and she wipes the sweat off the outside of the glass, rubbing her hand dry on the couch cushion. 

But she is aching inside, and she wants, no needs, to be with someone. It's been almost 7 years since she entertained the notions of sex. Her last date was such a bust, the guy pawing her after dinner, then too drunk to get his cock hard. And a woman can only play with her toys so much. She wanted to feel fingers not her own on her clit, stroking her hot, wet pussy. Maybe a little tongue action, oh how she missed a guy with his head between her legs, tongue licking her pussy, playing over her clit, rubbing it...Oh god, she was getting wet in anticipation. She reaches a hand to her breast and caresses it through her shirt. To have someone else do this, touch her, would be orgasmic.

She looks at the clock. Almost time, but did she have the guts to go through with it? She could still call it off, go get the kids and do dinner instead. No this was what she wanted, needed. Running her fingers, wet with condensation from her drink along her almost exposed cleavage, she takes a giant swig of her drink. With butterflies in her stomach, she hears a knock on the door. One last tug at the bottom of her shirt, and putting the drink down on the counter, she says "come in"

 In he walks tall, dark haired. She walks over, unsteady on the heels she decided would be sexy, whispers ,"hello". He leans over as to kiss her, and she reaches out to grab his arm, her heels (his request) making her a little unsteady on her feet. A quick peck on her lips and He asks if she is nervous. "A little" she whispers again.

This is not the thing she has done before. Can she go through with this? She could still say no, couldn't she?

 He reaches down and takes her hand in his. He pulls her close with his other arm and leans down to kiss her again. His lips feel soft against hers. His hand untangles from hers and reaches behind her head grabbing a fistful of hair, pulling her head back and letting his tongue graze her lips, nipping at them hungrily. Hand still gripping her hair, he uses his other hand to grab her ass and pull their bodies closer. She opens her mouth and lets her tongue wash over his lips, then greedily lets it slide into his open mouth. She pushes against him and wraps her arm around his waist, his hardness pressing against her.

 She moans a little and leans her lips full into his. Her stomach full of butterflies has slowly subsided. She lets her hand run down his torso, letting them rest on his ass, squeezing a little. A little giggle escapes her lips. That little mischievous giggle she gets when she knows things will happen.

He pulls away, looks her in the eyes, "What's funny?"

She grins a cheeky grin, "Oh nothing", she says as she placed her mouth over his, her tongue buried inside, her hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer.



Their lips part and he pushes her towards the couch. He starts tugging up her shirt.

"Arms up" he demands. 

'Forceful' she thinks as she obeys. His demanding turns her on. He slips her shirt above her head, taking in her red lace bra. 

'Nice, red' he reaches behind to her back and his fingers fumble a little but get the clasp undone. His head leans in towards her aching breasts. She wants him to touch them so badly. She moans a little as his lips cover her nipple through the lace of her bra.He sucks gently at first, then more greedy as His hands pull the straps off her arms and he lets the bra fall to the floor. 

  She gasps, pleasure anticipating inside her. He grabs her left breast in his hand, squeezing gently. 

"Nice" he says as he lowers his head down again, and licks he nipple, sending chills through her body. She moans softly and he looks up and catches her eye, grinning sheepishly. His eyes watching her face, he lets his tongue trace around her now erect nipple, which, in turn, makes her pussy start to awaken. She feels it tingle and longs for him to touch her, taste her. But he is focused on her breasts, licking around the nipples, sucking them. They are now erect and the very touch electic to the rest of her body.

He stands up fully, towering above her, and guides her hand to the bulge in the front of his pant. She squeezes his hardness just a little and he pulls her closer.She tries to feel haw long he is, to know what she is getting herself into. Her ex was a very small 6 inches, and never really fucked her the way she needed to be, very vanilla sex.He would actually get upset if she wanted to try other things. But his oral was fantastically delicious. That was the only way he ever made her cum.

"Need help", he asks as she reaches to unbutton his jeans. 

"I'm good", she whispers as the button slips open. She slides her hand down the front of his jeans, into the waistband of his boxers. She traces a finger down his shaft, then lets her whole hand wrap around it. He pushes his rock hard cock into her hand, and she looks up at him, his eyes full of hunger. She uses her other Hand to edge his pants down, never letting go of his stiff dick. She starts to stroke the length, squeezing a little as she moves up and down. She wants this, though it is bigger than she has had in a long time. Would it hurt?

She then does the unthinkable (at least to her), she kneels in front of him and takes his swollen cock into her mouth, a little at a time. She opens her mouth and lets the tip of his hard cock just touch her lips. Her tongue Snakes out and barely grazes the head and he reaches down to touch her hair . She slowly let's his penis slide into her mouth, and she lets her tongue caress it. In and out he thrusts into her mouth. She swallows slightly and feels the head push a little further in the back of her throat almost gagging her. She resists the urge to gag. And let's his penis slide a little bit out of her mouth before forcing it back in her mouth, his full length now engulfed to the balls . He moans in pleasure, and places his hands on her head. He lets his fingers run through, and grabs a handful and pulls her lips further on his shaft. She pulls back a little, and And lets her tongue whirl around the head.



 She abruptly releases her mouth from his cock, and reaches up, pulling his head close and kisses his mouth. Gently at first, then with more passion. She lets her tongue trace along his lips, then plunges it into his open mouth. He puts his hands behind her head and grabs a handful of hair, pulling their mouths closer, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. 

He spins her around and pushes her down onto the couch. He kneels in front of her, and starts to tug the black leggings down. He catches sight of her red lacy panties and she can tell by the hungry look in his eyes that she made the right choice there. He lets his fingers touch her pussy through the lace. He traces around her clit and she lets out a moan. She lifts her hips ever so slightly so he can slide her panties down. He leans his head in and lets his tongue lick her outer lips. She shudders a little inside.He pulls away for a second,then He grabs a handful of hair in the back of her head and pulls her gently to her feet. He kisses her full on her mouth, his toungue plunging in her mouth. Greedily their lips crushed together, she grabs his ass and pulls him towards her, feeling his hard cock against her stomach.

He turns her around and has her kneel on the couch, her stomach and face against the back. He spreads her legs apart a little. Positioning himself between them. He kisses the back of her neck, biting a little, leaving small, red marks where his lips have sucked.

He moves back a little, 'ass higher' he commands. She lifts her ass a little higher in the air. She gasps as he smacks her right ass cheek with full palm. Another smack, this time on the left cheek. She feels her pussy get wet and he notices it too. He lets his Hand rest on her pussy, his finger running across her wet slit. She moans and leans her pussy into his hand, trying to get a finger to slip in. He smacks her ass again, pushes her chest against the back of the couch and slips the head of his hard, throbbing cock into her waiting pussy.

'How bad do you want it baby?' 

'please?' she moans, trying to press her pussy onto his dick.

Suddenly he thrusts into her waiting honey hole, all the way. She squeals, but her hips roll back and forth as he thrusts in and out of her slippery pussy. He leans over and whispers in her ear,'you can tell me to stop anytime you know'

She answers by thrusting back on his cock, driving him deep into her cunt, takin it all, as he rams her hard.

'deeper baby' she moans as she rocks her hips side to side. 

He grabs her hips and gets a good in and out thrusting motion going. She feels every inch of him in her wet, warm pussy. Oh man, this was what getting fucked felt like. It had been so long since she felt a cock in her pussy, slamming into her pussy walls, she could feel every inch and could feel her orgasm rise and he fucked her hard.

He leans into her, his lips somewhere near her ear. "I love your pretty pussy", he whispers seductively. No one ever called her pussy pretty. 

She feels her pussy walls tighten as she is close to cumming. "Oh god,oh yes,deeper, right there!" Her words slipping out fluidly, she grips the back of the couch for leverage so she can push her pussy onto his cock harder. He groans knowing exactly what she is doing. 

"Oh yeah baby", he moans in her ear, and she feels him grip her hips and grind even harder into her already wrecked pussy. He is fucking big, she thinks, as her body is washed over with a wave, her orgasm taking over. She clenches her pussy walls around his dick and cries out."yes, oh yes"

He moans again and drives his dick deep, he reached his orgasm too. A few deep thrusts and he leans on her back, spent. He reaches a hand up and runs his fingers through her hair. She looks around and grins at him, all shards of doubt having now left the building. 

"Holy fuck," she says to him, at a loss for words. 

He disengages himself from her body, and she feels his half hard member slip from her swollen pussy. She has not has an orgasm like that in years. She turns around and sits herself on the couch watching him as he throws the condom away. He makes his way back to the couch and sits next to her. He reaches up to swipe her hair out of her eyes, and looks at her. She is suddenly self conscience of her body, which after kids, is not perfect.

His hand funs along her cheek, and he runs a finger over her mouth. She lets her tongue snake out and lick it, then he lets it enter her mouth, where she begins to suck. She feels naughty doing this, but the surprised look she gets from him makes it worth it. He takes his finger out and replaces it with his lips. His tongue snaking into her mouth, her lips sucking greedily. His hands reach up and he holds her head gently. 

He looks into her eyes and says "This is the start of something real good"

To Be Continued... 





First Time



Hi I am a 38 years old bisexual married man. I started my adventures with men because my wife is not able to satisfy all my sexual desires. At first I only had sex with man for my own pleasure but after the first time I has desire to also satisfy other men. In every store describes one of the adventures I had in the past five years.

The first time I had sex with a man was when I was married to my first wife, out marriage was going the wrong way and we hardly ever had sex. My wife went away for a weekend with friends and stayed home bored and alone.

After diner I started my computer and went to a sex chat box, I was reading all the messages from probably fake woman that were asking if people wanted to have sex when I got a message from a guy, 'Want to have sex' he wrote. I replied 'Sorry dude I am a man so I guess you have to find someone else'. 

I got a quick reply saying he knew I was a men but he was bi-sexual and was looking for a cock to suck.  I replied I loved having my cock sucked but by a man...I was not sure. 'Where do you live? I am currently in a Hotel in Utrecht' he wrote. I felt a spur in my cock, I live in Utrecht but I was anxious to write that down. 'Come on tell me, pleassssseee' he wrote. So I told him I live in Utrecht and I got really excited.

 I was fantasising about sex with men for a while and now I was working on getting that fantasy fulfilled, I also was pissed off because my wife left me for a weekend and we didn't have sex for two months. So I asked if he would like me to come over, I was thinking a mouth is mouth and I love having my cock sucked. He told me which hotel he was staying and he was in room 233. 

I hurried to the hotel and was shaking on my legs when I knocked on his door. The door was opened by a small man, I think he was 40 years old and he completely naked and had a big hard cock.  He let me in and closed the door but I hardly noticed that because I couldn't take my eyes of his cock. 
He got on his knees, opened my jeans and slowly pulled them down together with my underwear.

My cock jump up against his chin and I felt I wasn't going to last very long. The guy took my cock in his mouth and started sucking, this wasn't the first time he did this. After a while he was deeptroathing me like a whore, I told him I was about to cum but he kept sucking and I blew my seed in him mouth and he swallow it all. After that he cleaned my cock with his tongue and told me to get dressed and leave. I thanked him and got home. 

I was a bit surprised how thing went and he just send me away after he sucked my cock, he didn't even tell me his name. Another thing that was going through my head was the fact I loved the blowjob but also that I was hypnotized by the big cock, I realized I actually wanted to suck one to.

Eventually my marriage got worse and worse and started experimenting with a rather big dildo my wife and I used to play with. First I sucked on it but later on I also fucked my ass with it.
 I got more and more obsessed with my bisexuality. I had a lot of contact with other men via webcams,    I let them tell me what to do and this usually meant I was fucking my ass with a dildo with sometimes thirty men watching me via webcam.

I once had a session with a guy when I was in the bathtub, I positioned the webcam so he could see my body except my face. I was jerking of and showing my ass to him with and without a dildo in it when he asked me if I wanted to piss over myself for him.

 I was so horny I let my cock soften a bit and told him I would do it. So after a while I started pissing all over myself and I felt out of control, the urge for sex and doing what other men told me to do was obsessive for me. The same guy asked me to cum and eat the sperm of my hand and swallow, he asked me if he could see it. 

I was in a blur and position the camera so he could see my face, I came all over my hands and licked all my cum of and swallow. The guy I was chatting with also blew his load and immediately  broke the connection.

My desire to have sex with men grew and grew. Nevertheless it took about two years of playing  before I had real encounter with another man. 

My wife and got divorced and I lived with another wife and children. I will tell you about it in another story.



First Time



He gazed at the sleeping girl and drew a shaking breath. He had wanted nothing but to touch her for days, ever since she came home from college. But she was his daughter! It was wrong, he knew it was wrong. But he wanted it all the same.

He crouched next to the bed and reached a shaking hand out. He gently eased the covers away from her breasts. He ever so lightly pressed his fingers against the soft mounds. His cock was rock hard as he found the nipples and gently rubbed them. Feeling them through the pretty pink nightgown was not enough! He slipped his hand inside the nightgown and felt her soft pink nipple. He froze as she sighed restlessly at the contact. Even asleep, her nipples responded to his touch, and he gasped as they stood up against his fingers. He gently rolled one between his fingers and felt like he was going to come any minute. Ever so slowly he lowered his face to her breast and closed his lips around her nipple. My God, he thought his head would blow off! His tongue rolled around the nipple and it was all he could do to not bite down on it. But he didn't want to wake her, did he? 

She restlessly turned so that she was lying on her back. Her legs were parted slightly, only her white cotton panties covering her sweet pussy. He slid the blankets down so that he had a better view. Slowly he pulled her legs further apart. Ever so softly he touched her slit through her panties. He was panting now, his cock as stiff and hard as he could ever remember it being.

He slid one hand slowly under the waistband of her panties until his fingers felt her slit. He was shocked that she had shaved herself...she was completely hairless. Her slit felt wet! He slid his finger into that hot wetness and felt her cuntlips close around his finger.

"Daddy, what are you doing," she said drowsily. He jumped a mile and then froze. 

"I'm just checking you out, baby. Just want to make sure you're okay," he croaked wildly. His fingers closed convulsively on her cuntlips as he said, "Can you give Daddy a kiss?"

"Okay," she murmured as she kissed him chastely on the lips.

"Open your mouth, honey," he whispered hoarsely. As her sweet lips parted, he plunged his tongue between them, kissing her deeply. "Put your tongue in my mouth," he whispered. As she complied, he groaned loudly, feeling her sweet pink tongue mingling with his.

"Can I look at your titties?" he asked softly. 

"I guess so," she answered uncertainly. He slowly drew her nightie over her head and those gorgeous little titties were there for the taking. With a groan he reached both hands out and grabbed them, squeezing convulsively, twisting the nipples. "I have wanted to do this for so long," he groaned.

"That feels really good," she whispered. He fell upon her, sucking her nipples greedily. He stuffed her breasts into his mouth, sucking loudly.

"Honey, I'm going to lay on you now," he said hoarsely. "Spread your legs out wide."

As she spread her legs, he slid her panties down and placed his hand over her pussy. He put one finger in her vagina slowly.

"That feels funny, Daddy," she said.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No, not really," she said.

"Good," he replied. "I'm going to lie on you now" as he eased his cock out, standing stiff and hard.

He lowered himself onto her slowly with the tip of his cock touching her wet slit.

"This might hurt a bit, honey," he said with an effort. He pushed gently against her slit. As it went in he grunted loudly.

"Ouch, that hurts," she cried.

"I can't stop now," he grunted as he pushed it in. God, she was so tight! He shoved into her, squeezing her titties with both hands. "I have to take you!" he said hoarsely, thrusting to her very core. She bucked and rocked, crying out as he thrust into her tight pussy.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she yelled as she kissed his lips. He came with a roar, thrusting as far as he could, sticking his tongue into that sweet pink mouth.



First Time



This is the story of my first time with another man. It was the summer after the end of our last exams at school, before we set off for university. We had nearly three months off altogether and I and two of my friends, Justin and Ben, decided to go backpacking round south east asia - Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia and Thailand. 

I guess it was a fairly standard trip of that kind - lots of drinking, little bit of drug taking, lots of crappy guesthouses, some loafing around on beaches, lots of hanging around waiting for buses, trains and planes, and lots of failing to pick up girls. Ben was the most successful, as always, getting laid with an american girl he met in Vietnam. He wasn't classically good looking, a bit lanky if anything, but he had charisma: he had been the first of my friends to loose his virginity (a full three years ahead of me), and always the most successful with girls. Back then, he was the only guy I knew who'd had one night stands - the rest of struggled to convince girls to sleep with us after dating for months on end. There was just something about him that made him attractive to the opposite sex. And, well, some of his own sex too.

I had been a bit of late bloomer, had a couple of girlfriends and only finally lost my virginity with one of them at 17. I suppose my heart wasn't really in it as I knew all along that I'd rather be sleeping with another guy, but, the opportunity had just never come along. It would not have been easy to be open about it at school, though I guess some of my friends, including Justin and Ben, probably guessed, but never said anything or acted weird about it at all. 

Anyway, it was towards the end of our trip. After nearly two long months together we were all a bit fed up each other's company and getting a bit tetchy. Thailand was our last destination, and tired of traveling, we decided just to head down to one of the Kohs and hang out on the beach for the last couple of weeks, waiting for our flight home. Justin's flight was a few days earlier than mine and Ben's as he had to get back for some family do. Ben was going on to Hong Kong, where he was staying with some cousins who lived over there. He wouldn't get back home until just before term started, and as he was going to university on the other side of the country from me, I wouldn't be seeing him again for months. This left a little pang in my heart, though obviously I couldn't tell him that. I'd always been attracted to him, but dismissed it as he was just about the most heterosexual guy I knew, so there seemed little point even fantasizing. But now, at the end of our trip, I faced three days alone with him, sharing a small, sweaty, hut by the beach (air conditioning was extra, and by now we'd spent most of our money), too tired and broke to do much, just hanging around bored. Ben took to just laying around in his baggy linen shorts and an old straw hat, reading his book. I took to pretending to read while just kind of watching him - his tanned, sandy torso, the wisps of hair on his chest now gently sun bleached, the nicely defined abs leading down to ... ahem, yes as I was saying, no point even fantasizing. 

The last night before we were to leave we had a good meal and a few beers with the last of our Baht, and took a few more beers back to the hut with us to drink as we lay on our beds waiting to fall asleep. There was a funny atmosphere - we were both kind of elated, relieved I think to be leaving the next day, all the tetchiness of the last couple of weeks vanished as we lay on our beds in our boxer shorts, staring up at the ceiling fan failing to relieve the heat, chatting and laughing about all sorts of things in a way we hadn't done for ages. The discussion turned to sex, as it often did, as Ben liked to boast a bit about his conquests, often going into some detail. He was telling me now about what he'd got up to with the American girl back in Vietnam (pretty vanilla stuff), and then we started to discuss what we liked and didn't like doing in bed. Naturally he was far more experienced than me, and he knew it, and as he described to me what he liked girls doing to him it was as if he was deliberately teasing me, deliberately trying to turn me on - maybe he knew I fancied the pants of him and was playing some cruel game. Whatever, it was working, and as Ben was describing to me how it felt to have your toes sucked (call me naive, but I'd never done this, or even thought of doing it) - I felt the familiar rush of blood to my dick.

Suddenly I became very much aware of his presence, his all but naked body, close to me - the twin beds were crammed into the small room, less than a foot apart - if I wanted to I could reach out and touch him. This thought didn't help the situation and I couldn't stop the rapidly growing bulge in my boxers. 

I glanced over to see if Ben had noticed. He was staring right at me - right at it - and grinning. I flushed with embarrassment and sat up hurriedly to hide my now rapidly disappearing boner from Ben's view. 

"Err shit man, I haven't got laid in months" I stammered out, by way of explanation, "Anyway I gotta go for a pee" I said as I stood up, just wanting to get out the room and away from my embarrassment.

Ben stood up too, and stood right in front of me, blocking my path. 

"Let's do it." He said

"Huh?"

"Why don't you suck my toes, and I'll suck yours, then you'll know what it feels like. I mean it doesn't make us gay or anything."

Well that was an unexpected turn of events. He seemed serious, but could he really be? What did he think would happen if we did... 

I just looked at him. He took a little step closer to me, standing now right in front of me, almost touching. I felt an urge just to plant my lips on his, but that was too much, certain to freak him out. Like a rabbit in the headlights I froze stiff for a second, not knowing what to do. 

"Err, ok. Sure." I said eventually. 

He grinned again and sprang back onto his bed, lay down and proffered his foot towards me.

"Go on then."

My heart was thumping, I gingerly knelt by the end of his bed, his foot in front of my face. This was it, time to call his bluff. I inched my face forward, opened my mouth and gently lapped my tongue around his first two toes. He didn't pull away, or laugh, or call me gay: he let out a long groan, and dropped his head back. Christ, it must be good, I thought. I took his whole big toe into my mouth and sucked gently, whirling my tongue around it. More groans from above. I moved along his toes in succession, taking them in, sucking, nibbling and licking. 

After a couple of minutes of this he said "Ah man that's good" and I glanced up to see his cock straining at his boxers. Mine was too, of course, but he couldn't see that from his position. 

We made eye contact, his barely hidden bulging dick between us. I had no idea what was going to happen next. 

"Tell you what else is good," he said, this time looking a bit terrified himself, "having your balls sucked." 

Now I'd had girls give me blowjobs a few times, but just like the toe thing, it had never really occurred to me to get them to do that. 

I feigned disinterest for a second or two before saying "Go on then", and nodded towards his boxers. He smiled nervously, hesitated briefly, then, raising his bum off the bed, pushed his boxers down, and kicked them off. As he lay back down, I saw his cock for the first time, rock hard, straining now against its own skin. It was maybe seven inches long (bigger than mine), with a big purple head, a gentle backward lean, and to me at that moment, the most enticing thing I'd ever seen. But of course, despite the reality of what was going on, I didn't want to let that on to him. There seemed to be some bizarre charade that what we were up to wasn't gay, and I didn't want to be the one to break the spell.

He sat up and moved forward towards me, presenting his crotch to my face at the edge of the bed. The smell was intoxicating. I didn't hesitate this time, immediately leaning forward and working my tongue up the crevice between his scrotum and thigh and then up and around his left ball.

He moaned like an animal, arching back. "Shit man... urghrrrr..." 

I slowly lapped my tongue over his balls, then took one of them in my mouth and sucked. As I did his body shivered, and his big beautiful cock throbbed, bouncing up and down and gently slapping my face. I licked around the edge of his ballsack, going down to his perineum, he groaning all the while. As I reached the perineum, he thrusted himself forward and began rocking himself up and down on my tongue. He grabbed his dick and began pumping it urgently, his fist brushing past my face as I worked the sensitive skin with my mouth and tongue. 

He seemed to come to his senses, pausing- "er, man, do you mind if I jerk off while you do that?" he asked, awkwardly. This was clearly something he enjoyed a lot. 

I stopped what I was doing briefly to say "Sure. Let me know when your'e gonna cum." I had plans for that moment. 

As I took both his balls in my mouth and sucked, he said "man it's not gonna take me long, I haven't had a wank in weeks."

I picked up the pace with my lapping and sucking, and began to nibble and bite the loose skin, stretching it out. All the while he was moaning and pumping away at his dick. I worked back down to his perineum, and again he started thrusting himself into my face, rubbing himself against my mouth and tongue. His thrusting became more urgent, and the strokes longer, and I lapped my tongue along the whole seam of his skin almost from his asshole up to the base of his shaft, allowing my tongue just to wrap around the bottom of his dick a little, and back again. As he let out another gutteral moan I know he was close.

"Urghhh man I 'm gonna cum."

I moved my head up and took his big purple head in my mouth. It was dripping and foamy with precum. The taste, the softness, the firmness of it, the whole thing was better than I'd ever imagined. My own dick was rock hard and dripping precum too. I glanced up at Ben - he looked shocked to see me with his bell end in my mouth, but he was already over the edge. He kept pumping his dick and I felt him cum powerfully in my mouth. I swallowed and sucked as he kept on cumming, until it began drooling out of my mouth. Finally finished, he collapsed back and I swallowed what I could and let the rest drip back down onto his dick.

He looked at me. "Man..." was all he could say and lay his head back down. 

"I just figured that was just the neatest thing to do. Didn't want you spunking all over my hair." I said.

"Hey yeah, good idea." He smiled in agreement. Clearly it would have been a bit too gay to cum in his friends mouth without a practical reason. 

I sat there for a minute or two, as we both caught our breath. Then I stood up, freeing my own raging boner from my boxers as I did so. Standing before him, rock hard dick bobbing before me, I said "so, do you wanna...?" 

He said nothing, staring at my dick, and lay there without moving. 

"I mean," I said, "we kind of agreed." It was Ben who now looked like the rabbit the headlights. 

After a moment he said "Um, yeah sure, of course." But he still didn't move a muscle. 

"Hey I know what," I said, and clambered onto his bed, straddling him beneath me. His flesh felt red hot where it touched the inside of my legs. He lay there still, not saying anything or moving, but glanced up at me, now with a small smile on his face. I shuffled up until I was over his face, my dick bouncing over his nose and forehead, my balls over his mouth. I felt his lips against them, followed by a tentative tongue. It was an amazing sensation - I could see why he liked it so much. I began slowly jerking myself off as he continued to explore my balls with his tongue. It wasn't going to take me long to come either. He was pretty much immobile beneath me and I found I could direct his licking and sucking as I moved my body around over his face. I began rocking back and forth on his face, his firm tongue licking me all the while. As I arched my hips forward such that he was now eagerly lapping at my perineum a thought occurred to me - there was one thing I did know about, that I'd never asked a girl to do, and doubted Ben had either. I continued inched myself forward until Ben's tongue was at my asshole. He didn't stop but changed his motion from lapping to probing, and I could feel his firm tongue work its way into me, exploring my hole. Jesus the feeling was intense. I felt my orgasm coming almost instantly.

"Ah, shit, man" i said as the first thick rope of come looped out of my dick, hitting the wall behind Ben's head and landing across his pillow, his hair and forehead. Great though his tongue felt in my ass, I quickly pulled away, sending my second spurt over Ben's face and kind of up his nose until I managed to shove the tip of my dick between his open, eager lips and to shoot the last couple of jets into his mouth. 

Exhausted, I got off Ben's face, staggered back and fell down onto my own bed. We lay there in silence again for a little while. I could here Ben gulping down my spunk and breathing heavily. 

"Well ok, that was a bit gay" he said after a minute or two. 

"Yeah" I said, laughing, "maybe just a bit."



First Time



My eyes were tired, my fingers sore and callused. I turned on my phone and looked at the time. It was quarter to six. I had been practicing my cello in my university practice room for over two and half hours. I stood up, felt all of my vertebrae crack from my tailbone up. I grabbed my water bottle and took a long swig from it and heard three knocks on the door.

I turned around and saw my orchestra stand partner, Jack. My heart fluttered.

Jack was handsome. Very handsome. He had thick brown hair that was often disheveled, and thick brown eyebrows to match. His eyelashes made every woman jealous, as they were long and thick. His eyes were dark hazel and very intense. Every time he looked at me, I felt as though he wasn't just looking at my face, but into my soul (I know, it's cheesy, but very much true). He wasn't skinny, nor fat. He was just the way I like them: with meat on their bones. Built.

He was a good cellist. I first met him my senior year of high school. He's a year ahead of me. We were in the university orchestra. We hit it off immediately. He was funny and smart.

"Hey Sara," he said.

"Hi. What's up?" I asked.

"Taking a break from practicing."

"Ah. Same here."

He came in, shut the door, and sat on the piano bench next to my cello chair.

"Ugh. That piece. I've been drilling it for hours. Still can't get the treble part for shit."

"Same here. My fingers are killing me."

"Fair. Hey, do you want to go grab a bite to eat at the commons? I'm starving."

My heart, once again, fluttered uncontrollably. I didn't understand why, though. He obviously has a girlfriend. I mean, his talent, looks...everything. He would never settle for a girl like me. I had boring blonde hair, green eyes, defined eyebrows, and I was short, and, to be completely honest, a little fat. There's nothing a man would like about me, except for maybe one thing: I have huge boobs. Big. Annoying. Boobs. People often ask me (rudely) how I even play the cello. I just shake my head and walk away. But, the point is, I think guys would only like me for my boobs. They're pigs.

"Yeah, let's get something to eat," I said.

We walked out of my practice room and I locked the door. 

"Two weeks 'til the concert," he said as I pulled my cello case down the hallway. You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose."

I put my cello in my locker and locked it.

On the way to the commons, he talked about orchestra and his classes. We've talked a bit here and there, but nothing notable. He had no idea that I thought he was the sexiest human on this planet.

After we got our plates of food, we sat down at a table in the dining area.

"Twenty Secrets," he said, smashing a potato with his fork.

"What?" I asked, putting dressing on my salad.

"Let's play Twenty Secrets. It's a way for us to ask what we want."

I shifted in my chair, slightly uncomfortable. I didn't like the idea of sharing secrets.

"Alright..." I said.

"Don't worry. I won't tell a soul," he said, his eyes glistening.

I nodded.

"I'll go first," he said. "I'll start off easy. What's your middle name?"

"Ann," I answered.

He nodded, "Your turn."

I sat and thought for a moment.

"Umm..." I said, unable to think. "I don't know."

"Sure you do," he prodded, "Just ask me anything you want. I won't lie."

I stared at his face. Should I go all in and ask him everything I want to know? Or should I go nice and slow and ask the simple things: What's your favorite food? What's your favorite football team? What's your favorite solo piece?

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I blurted. My face burned with embarrassment.

"Nope," he said flat out.

I scrutinized his face, my eyes narrowing.

"Nope," he repeated.

"Really?" I asked, still suspicious.

"Really, really."

I felt a bead of sweat bead on my neck.

"Your turn," I said.

"Okay," he sighed. "What's your bra size?"

I stared at him for a moment, "Excuse me?"

"You have to answer," he smiled.

"Jack---"

"You have to answer," he repeated.

I sighed and felt my cheeks ignite again.

"Double D," I said, refusing to look him in the eye.

I saw him nod from the corner of my eye.

"Your turn," he whispered.

"Okay, why did you ask that?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

"You can't ask that," he said.

"Why not?"

"Because it doesn't count! You can't ask a question about a question that's been asked."

I scoffed, "Where exactly is the rule book for Twenty Secrets, hmm?"

He tapped his head with his index finger, "Here."

I was getting irritated. Who does he think he is going from What's your middle name? to What's your bra size?

"You're really rude," I said.

"How so?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Because you're...you're---"

"I'm...what?"

I stood up.

"I'm late. I have to go study," I said.

"Sara," he said, standing up, too.

"Jack, I have to---"

"Because I was curious. I wanted to know what your bra size is because that's just who I am. I just wanted to know. Twenty Secrets is supposed to be hard. You have to answer things you wouldn't always want to answer," he explained.

I thought for a second.

"Okay," I said, setting my plate back down and staring at him, "Are you a virgin?"

He smiled.

"No."

I felt my eyes swell. I nodded and started to gather my things. I didn't think he'd be so willing to answer such a personal question. Then again, like I said earlier, guys are pigs. They don't consider their virginity to be a virtue like most women. Like me.

"Are you?" he asked.

I looked at him for a moment, wondering why no one was looking at my head as it went up in flames. I quickly gathered my things and head for the garbage.

"Sara," he called.

"Yes. Yes I am," I said, and walked out of the commons.

Later that night, I was going over my music in my dorm room and my phone vibrated. It was a text from Jack.

Should we continue the game? it said.

I picked up my phone and started texting.

No. Goodnight.

I put my phone back down and looked back to my music. Moments later, my phone buzzed again.

Chicken.

Jack, shut the hell up already.

I put my phone down again, promising not to pick it up again. I had a concert in less than a day and I had to study the rest of this music.

But, sure enough, my phone buzzed again and I couldn't help but look at it.

I think you're beautiful.

My heart stopped.

Liar.

This time, I kept my phone in my hands, staring at it and waiting for his name to pop up.

I told you I wouldn't lie.

I looked over at my sleeping roommate. I wanted to ask her if this guy was for real, or if I should just shut off my phone and do what I have to do. But, for some reason, I was too intrigued to put my phone down. I kept thinking to myself that he better be worth it because I was wasting precious time to talk to him.

Why?

Why what?

Why do you think I'm beautiful?

Look at you. I don't believe for one second that you're not a virgin. You're the liar.

I'm not lying.

Haha, very funny.

I smiled. Either he was good with his words, or he was serious. I couldn't really tell.

I swallowed up my fears and typed next, I think you're handsome.

I waited for him to respond.

Oh?

Yes. I do.

Why?

You just are.

More handsome than your last boyfriend?

I swallowed.

I've never had a boyfriend.

After I sent that text, I waited nearly ten minutes with sweaty palms waiting for him to answer.

L I A R.

I shook my head and put my phone face down. I was not going to be running in circles and explaining myself for the rest of the night. I had priorities.

The next morning, I had a morning rehearsal. I got up and threw my hair on top of my head. I pulled on my comfiest pants and looked at the clock. I had only gotten four hours of sleep. I wanted to slap myself across the face for wasting so much sleep time to talk to Jack.

When I arrived at the concert hall, Jack was already there. He was rehearsing a piece. My heart felt like it had gotten an electric shock.

"Hi, Jack," I said as I sat down with my cello.

"Hey. How'd you sleep?" he asked.

"So-so,"

He nodded, "Sorry about last night. I didn't mean to keep you up."

I was ready grab my rosin and put in on my bow when he put his hand on my thigh. I looked up at him, trying to control the surprise in my eyes. He had a tiny, innocent smile on his face. He pat it and then brought his hand back to his cello.

His touch lingered on the nerves of my thigh. I could feel the gaps between his fingers. I could practically feel the pulse from his hand, slow and steady. Mine, on the other hand, was racing. My heart beating out of my chest, my hands sweating, and, to my surprise, my pussy was dripping. I was a virgin, but I knew pleasure. I was a frequent masturbator; I did it to relieve stress...of which I had a lot of.

To be honest, I did picture Jack a lot of the time I masturbated. I didn't tell a soul, but I pictured him. I pictured him bending me over and taking me, me out of all control. I wanted him to dominate me.

"Sara!" the conductor screamed.

I nearly fell out of my seat, my hands shaking.

"Sorry!" I choked out. Jack was staring at me.

"Let's not lolly gag, please! We've got a lot to do!"

I nodded furiously and focused on the music in front of me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jack still staring. I ignored it.

During break, I set my cello down and headed into the lounge to get a cup of water. My throat was hurting, like I had swallowed sand.

What the hell happened earlier? I thought to myself.

"Hey," I heard.

I turned around and saw Jack with a cup.

"Hi."

"You alright?" he asked as he pulled the nozzle of the water dispenser.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

He took a drink and stared at me.

"Liar." he said.

"No, really. I'm okay."

He stared at me for a moment.

"Okay, then," he said, and walked out of the room. I let out a large gush of air and composed myself before heading back out to rehearse.

Later that night, it was time to perform. I had put on my floor length black dress and curled my hair. I put a little bit of an effort into my make up. I wanted to look pretty for Jack.

When I got there, I walked into the storage room and put my cello case down. I discreetly looked around the room to find Jack, but couldn't pick him out of the crowd of tuxedos. I looked down and started to get my cello out.

"Hi," I heard in front of me.

I glanced up and saw shiny black shoes in front of my case. I stood up abruptly and looked at him. He was clean shaven and his hair was freshly trimmed. He smelled—intoxicating. It was a light scent of cologne; not too heavy. His eyes were big.

"You look---" he started.

"Amazing," I cut off.

"Yeah,"

"No, you look amazing," I clarified.

"Well, I was talking about you. You look...beautiful. Not that you didn't before, but now...you really clean up!"

"Gee, thanks," I said, lightly tapping him on his shoulder. For the first time in a long time, I felt beautiful. I actually felt like he actually wanted me.

"Well, let's get in there, shall we?" he asked, holding up his bent arm so I could take it.

I laced my arm through his and we walked into the hall for the concert.

At intermission, Jack and I walked out to get a drink. Due to the intensity of the music that we had just played, we were both a tad sweaty. A drop of sweat rolled down his temple. I felt my hairline prickle.

"Whooooooo," he sighed.

"Right? I'm dying of heat," I said.

He looked back at the door.

"Want to step outside?" he asked.

"Sure."

We walked outside and the crisp air wrapped around me like a silk blanket. I wrapped my arms around my body and looked up at the night sky.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked.

"It is."

I kept gazing at the stars, locating all of the cancellations that I knew. As I was looking, I saw him turn to me.

"I mean it, you know," he whispered.

I looked down to him.

"What?" I asked.

"That you look beautiful."

I blushed. "Thank you."

I started to bring my face back up to the sky when he caught my face with his hand. He pulled my face down to look at him. Even in the darkness, the intensity in his eyes lit up.

The world froze. His hand seared against my face. Out of nowhere, I pushed closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing my lips into his.

I could not stop. We kissed with such hunger, his hands pulling me into his body. I tangled my hands in his hair and tasted him. I wanted to melt into him; to become a part of him.

We kissed on the steps, tiny moans escaping our throats. His hand clutched my thigh, pulling up and exposing my leg. Being so close, I felt his penis erect against my pubic bone.

He pulled away, gasping, "Come with me."

He wiped his lips and grabbed my left wrist. He whipped the door open and we charged through the people.

"Where are we going?" I asked, but he didn't hear. Everyone was bustling around us.

Eventually, we got to a hallway that had had doors lining them. He brought be down to the very last one and opened the door.

"Why isn't this locked?" I asked.

"It never is," he said, "I go here during intermission, all the time. Now get in."

I walked through the door and he shut it, locking it from the inside. It was a storage room for theater things. He sped up to me and grabbed my face, pulling it to his.

"I want you," he gasped against my neck. Goosebumps rose on my skin. "I want you right now."

"Jack---"

"No, Sara, I need you right now. I want to fuck you."

I stared at him, stunned. My lips slightly pulsed.

"From the day I first saw you, I wanted you. Every time I sit next you, I have to think of ugly things so my boner doesn't rip through my pants. I can't help it. You're so sexy."

"You're lying..." I said.

"No, I'm not," he said, eyes wild.

He pulled off his bow tie and started undoing his shirt. He walked up to me and started kissing my neck, and my legs grew weak. I wanted to fuck Jack. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to shove his cock inside me. I wanted him to make me scream.

"Do you want me?" he asked, ducking his head to look in my eyes.

"Yes!"

He took my dress and pulled it down, exposing my black bra. He sighed, his knees bending as he put his lips to my breasts, sucking hard.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," he said, a pained expression on his face.

He pulled the straps of my bra down, completely exposing my breasts. My nipples got hard from the cold draft and he cradled them in his hands.

Looking at me, he delicately caressed them. He bent down and started flicking my right nipple with his tongue. I gasped, my pussy soaking my underwear.

I felt daring. I took his grabbed his waistband and pulled him closer to me. He moaned as he watched me unbutton his pants and pull them down. His cock popped up over the waistband pointing at me through his briefs. I felt the wetness of my pussy start to drip down my thigh.

"Big?" he asked.

I didn't answer. I wanted it. I wanted it now.

I pulled off my bra and underwear and then pulled down his pants. I took his cock and shoved it in my mouth. Little did I realize, I was severely inexperienced.

"Oh my GOD," he cried, bracing himself against a table.

I went with my intuition. I went up and down the shaft, swirling my tongue each time I got to the head. His knees trembled and he grabbed my head. He started pounding into my throat, my gag reflex trying to push him out, but he didn't stop. He moaned as it slammed into my tonsils, wet sounds escaping my lips.

When he pulled my head off, I gasped for air. He pushed his mouth to mine and picked me up, placing me on the table, my legs spread wide open.

"You're so wet," he whispered. I could feel my wetness pooling down over my asshole and onto the table.

He didn't even warn me. He shoved his condom-less cock into me, ripping my pussy nearly in half. I let out a scream and he slapped his hand over my mouth.

He pounded into me, my body crushed up against the wall. He put his hand on my tit and squeezed it harshly in his hand, his eyes locked with mine, moans shooting between his clenched teeth.

"I'm gonna cum," he said.

He pulled out and shot his load all over my stomach. I watched as his eyes rolled back, his mouth open. His body trembled and he fell to his knees. I got off the table and cradled his head in my lap as he convulsed in ecstasy. 

"Shh, it's okay," I soothed. He settled and looked up at me, pulling my face to his once again.

"Are you bleeding?" he asked.

I wiped my hand on my sore pussy and looked at the trail of red it had left behind on my palm.

"I'll take care of it," I said. He started kissing me again.

Five minutes! we heard someone yell.

Five minutes? Five minutes to...OH GOD.

"Hurry! Get dressed!" I said quickly getting my underwear back on.

Jack hurried to get every piece of his tuxedo back on. I helped him straighten his bow tie, and he tidied my hair. We both kind of looked like hell.

"You, eh hem..." he said, pointing to my neck.

I looked in a mirror on the back of the door and saw a gigantic hickey on my collarbone. I quickly dabbed it with makeup and we ran into the concert hall. My conductor's face as we entered late was torn between curiosity and anger. Part of me could tell he knew what we were doing. I was glad of it. It made me feel slutty.

We got back into position and Jack looked at me. He leaned over and gave me kiss and then sat back in his chair. I was looking out in the audience when he got my attention. He raised his eyebrow, tilted his cello, and I saw the enormous bulge in his tuxedo pants. He smiled and winked. I knew exactly what we were doing when we got back to the dorms. I couldn't wait.



First Time



* Disclaimer* The following is a fictional story. 



I have never thought of myself as gay or bisexual. I have never had any attraction to men. Though from early on in life I have always experimented with ass play. At first it was just my fingers, or smooth cylindrical objects that I could find. I bought my first butt plug in college. I used it fairly often. It was a perfect size. It was soft, flexible, and had a gentle curve to it so it would excite my prostate when I masturbated. I guess it was this sensation that occasionally prompted me to have gay fantasies here and there. The idea of having an object go deeper inside me, and having the sensation of being warm. A way of me seeing how it felt to be a woman taking my cock in her vagina. 

I had the fantasies, but knew nothing would ever come of them since I was not attracted to men. Until that fateful semester at college. That's when I met David. I had a dorm on the first floor. He was the RA for our floor. He was openly gay, and no one really cared. He had black hair, pale flawless skin, and a tongue piercing. He was petite and had a cute smile. When I saw him I thought about a cute goth girl. Maybe that is why I began to fantasize about him. He was always very nice to me. I caught myself smiling back whenever I talked to him. 

The chill of winter was melting into spring. It got hot early that year. I also had a room that faced south, so it got hot pretty easily. I had easy classes so I hit the gym a lot during the semester. My chest was getting fuller and my arms where getting more defined. As it got hotter I started breaking out the running shorts and tank tops. I noticed the way David looked at me. I also noticed him more too. He was sitting outside his room one day sunning himself. I saw that he had smooth hairless legs. I caught a glimpse of his nipples though the side of his loose wife beater. I could see quarter sized nipples that had a little puffiness to them. I remember my cock getting a little stiff after spying them. 

A few more weeks went by. I went out running without a shirt one day. That day I had also put on some biking tights that I used to wear for rowing practice. I've always thought I had a good butt. Nice and round. I think he noticed that day too. Looking back,I think subconsciously I was wanting to hit on me. The day after I ran into him in the lobby. I was having problems with my roommate. So really he was the one to talk to, to get things done. I brought him up to speed on my problems. He told me he would look and see what he could do, and to meet him on Saturday. We would talk about the issues in his dorm room. I had managed to get a peek at his room once before. The RA s lived like kings compared to the rest of us. His room was nearly twice the size of my prison cell dorm. He had it all to himself. He even had room for a couch and a full sized bed. 

I thought about him the rest of the week. Thought about our meeting and any possible things that would go on. Boredom is another thing that comes with college life. And people do interesting things while they are bored. It just happened the day before I had shaved myself smooth. It took forever, and they probably get to call rotorooter to fix that drain next semester. But, my legs, butt, chest, and crotch were now hairless and smooth. It was an awesome sensation. I could feel things by touch that I couldn't before. I liked how my body felt silky smooth after a warm shower, and how the shower gel slid on my skin. I got turned on easier when I was trying to sleep because my skin was more sensitive. 

Saturday rolled around, and the dorms got cleared out. Most of the students lived in the area so they just went home on the weekends. It was a smart move because there wasn't much to do on campus or in that small town. I met with David in the afternoon. So I slept in and took a long shower. I douched myself to be nice and clean on the inside too. I didn't know anything was going to happen, but I wanted to be prepared. Around 2pm I put on one my shirts that was a little snug, and some well fitted shorts. I walked down the hall to his room on the end. The concrete was still cold and felt good on my bare feet. I knocked on his door. It was getting a little hot already. He was sporting his wife beater I saw him wearing the other day. I went inside. He rummaged around on his desk looking for something. This gave me time to look around his dorm room and his stuff. He had a nice big tv too. That bastard! I kneeled down at his DVD collection and noticed he had a nice collection of Anime. I After a minute he began to apologize. He said that there was some papers I had to fill out and sign to make a formal complaint. He could have sworn he had brought them back to his dorm. The offices were closed on the weekend, so he couldn't run over and get them. I told him not to worry about it, as kept looking at his DVDs. "We can just do it on Monday or sometime next week", I said. He apologized more, and then mentioned that we could watch a DVD or two so that I didn't come over for nothing. I said I'd be glad to since there was nothing else to do today. I had found an Anime episode I had not seen yet.

Me- "Wanna watch this one?"

David- "Sure, Its been a while since I've seen that DVD." 

I crawled over to the dvd player and put it in. 

David- "Want anything to drink?"

Me- "Sure, what do you have?"

David -"I'll make it a surprise". 

He comes back with a Smirnoff Ice for me and has one for himself too. 

Me- "Nice. Booze is not allowed in the dorms. Glad to see the police follow the law too."

David- "oh hush. Its perfectly fine for you to have it in your room. You just have to hide it in the closet where RA s aren't allowed to search, or put it in a different container." , He said with a little smirk.

Me- " ah. I see" 

I take the drink. Its nice and cold. The movie starts. He sits down on the couch. While I stayed on the floor and just shimmied up to the front of the couch to lean on it. 

David- "You can sit on the couch is you want"

Me- "I'm good right here, but if I can uncomfortable I will grab a seat."

I am a lightweight when it comes to booze. I drink sweet sugary drinks too fast, which makes me buzzed faster. I was feeling pretty good, and a little bit looser. He chatted at little with me before about his future and what he wanted to do for a job. At one point he said he wanted to be a massage therapist. So I decided to see if he wanted to have some practice. 

Me- "David. You wanted to get into massage therapy right?"

David- "ya I think it would a pretty fulfilling job."

Me- " Do you want to get some practice? My shoulders are really tense from the workout I did the other day"

David- " S sure"

He said with a little stutter thinking it was too good to be true to finally get his hands on my body.He brought his legs up onto the couch and sat cross-legged. I moved myself over to be in front of him. He started rubbing around my neck and shoulders. It felt pretty good.

Me- "Your hands feel good. I really needed a good rub"

He kept going for about 5 more minutes. Moving from my the base of my neck to my outer shoulders. 

He stopped. 

David- " do you mind taking your shirt off? Its kind of hard to get a smooth motion with the fabric bunching up"

Me- "Sure. Its kind of hot anyway. You should take yours off too since you are doing all the work. I said in a coy manner"

I grabbed my shirt bottom and lifted it up and off. He did the same with his. I saw him toss that wife beater to the end of the couch. 

David- " Thats more like it. Now I can get a better grip. " 

He went back to work on my shoulders and upper back. He uncrossed his legs and put one on each side of me, and inched closer on the couch to get better leverage. I could feel his bare smooth legs against me arms. It got me excited. My heart started to pound a little. I lifted my arms and rested them on this thighs like a person with crutches would have there arms rested on the crutch pads. This way I could feel more of his legs. I let my hands dangled to they would hit is calves when he moved. At first I tried to be cool about it. Then I got more brave. As he rubbed away and we watched the DVD, I started to use my palms and hand to touch his calves. I started just by touching then slowly moving my hands and fingers to caress up and down and side to side. 

My cock was straining against my tight briefs now. I was wet as hell too. My heart was still pounding in my chest. I couldn't take it much longer. I moved forward away from his hands. Sat on my knees and looked back at him. His body was beautiful. A smooth hairless chest with a hint of definition around his abs. His porcelain skin. I got a full view of his quarter sized puffy nipples. I saw there was a lump in his shorts too. 

David- " everything okay"

He said. But I didn't even respond I just put my warm hands on his thighs and started to slide them down to the opening of his shorts. I could see him start to breathe harder. His face was soft and his eyes kept on me. I brought back my hands. I got up. Pushed his legs together and straddled him where he sat. I sat above him looking down. He leaned back as far as he could. I started to caress his chest with my hands. Up and down. I moved to his sides and arms. And with both of my hand came back up to his neck. I leaned in and started kissing the side of his neck. He moved his head to the side. Let out a deep breath and started to put his arms on my sides and to feel my legs up and down. When I was done I moved his head back to straight forward. I put my face close to his. My heart is beating out of my chest. My hands are shaking. My breathe is quick. I look into his brown eyes. His pupils are fully dilated. I move forward slowly and my lips meet his. We lock our lips. At first it is tame, and sensual. He puts his arms around my body. Our kisses become more passionate. I feel his tongue inside my mouth, and I can feel his piercing against my teeth.

We writhe on the couch for a moment more. I push away. We are both gasping for air. Our hearts racing. His chest heaves up and down. I pin him back to the back of the couch and lean close to his ear. I whisper, "I want you to take my cherry".

I got up, and took his hand. I pulled him off the couch and walked him over to the bed. I stood in front of the bed. "Want to help me with these shorts", I said He reached forward and went straight for my bulging cock and balls first. He moved in close and felt his way up to the bottom of my shorts. He popped it and slowly pulled down my zipper. I went to the top of my shorts and grabbed my shorts and briefs. As he started to slide them down he dropped to his knees. He slid my clothes to the floor. My cock broke free of its tight prison and nearly hit him in the face. Once his hands make it to the floor they moved back up with his warm palms on my legs. His hands moved up and stopped at my thighs. His one hand grabbed my manhood. I was beyond wet. I was dripping precum everywhere. I he licked the bottom of my cock to taste that wonderful precum and gobbled swollen head into his mouth in one quick movement. It was so warm. So tight. I could feel his tongue and his piercing on my most sensitive areas. I felt like I could explode into his mouth at that moment. But he pulled away, and stood back up. Nearly everything on me is shaking from the adreniline. I kept him close. I spun him around to that his back was against my chest. I wrapped my hands around and felt up and down his chest. I slid my hands down to the top of his shorts. I unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper. I slid my hands down inside to feel him. Then slid this clothes off. I stood there with his body against mine, each of us totally naked. Every inched of my skin feeling his. My warm cock smashed between my body and his. I squeezed him tight, kissed his neck and pushed him forward onto the bed.

He crawled slowly to the head of the bed with his smooth butt in the air and cock waving back and forth. He reached the pillows and turned over. I slid on to the bed next. Slowly moving up. My lips met his shins and sensually kissed up his legs bit by bit. I made it onto the bed and my head stopped over his hips. I wanted to return the favor of his tease before. I see clear precum flowing from his tip down his shaft. I moved my lips down onto his head and pushed my mouth down over his cock. His manhood was equally as pretty as his body. He was cut, about 7 inches, was straight as an arrow and was a decent (but not to thick) girth. I had never had a cock in my mouth before. I have a bad gag reflex so I couldn't go all the way down on him. I swallowed his head and licked it with my tongue. 

I felt his hands run through my hair, and his hips started to move and squirm. I think he was getting ready for a blow job, but I want more than that. I grabbed his hands and with force took them off my head and pinned them to his sides. I took my mouth off his cock, and continued on with my kissing. Next stop was his flat stomach and then his chest. I stopped at those puffy nipples. I enveloped my mouth over his left one, then his right. I flicked my tongue and licked them. I took my warm mouth off and blew air on to them to make them hard and perky. I went back and forth to each side. Occasionally I would give each a little nibble with my teeth when they were erect. By this point he couldn't contain his moans anymore. He was freely letting out deep breathes, and low long moans. I kissed him around his neck and a few more times on the lips. I straddled his hips with his cock behind me resting against my smooth butt cheeks. 

Me- "this is my first time so let me be in control. Okay?" 

He nodded his head and reached over to his night stand. He grabbed the lube from the drawer and handed it to me. 

I popped the cap and liberally applied it to his stiff cock. I got one more dollop and rubbed on my opening. It had a nice warming sensation to it. My cock is throbbing and is moving up and down with every heart beat. I position myself back a little bit. I calm my breathing and try to relax a little bit, so I am not too tight and it hurts. I guide him between my cheeks, to my lubed opening. He is right at the gate. I slowly press him forward and relax a little bit onto him. I can feel him pierce me just a little . I stop and wait. I slowly sit down a little more until his head is fully inside me. My anus is stretching a little. I wait a little more till I relax some. I continue. My breathing becomes more rapid, my anus stretches more. There is so much lube a big section of his cock slides into me with easy. I gasp because it was too much at once. I let out, " oh god". I stay firm and let him fill my insides. My anus is throbbing. My cock is throbbing and tense. My pulse is off the charts. 

The throbbing subsides and I slide down more. He is almost totally inside me. A few more moments to relax. He feels huge inside me. I can feel him pressing against my prostate. It feels incredible. The sensation makes me slide all the way down onto his shaft as I let myself down to fully rest on his hips. I rest my hands on his chest. I sit there, my chest pushed out, breathing hard and my face toward the ceiling. The heat of his cock is intense. Just like how I thought it would feel. I start to move my hips in a circular motion. Slowly. Then up and down. He lifts up his hands and I use them to hold onto. To give me some leverage to go up and down. The feeling is amazing. My prostate is tender, my insides are filled with his massive cock. The motion of him going in and out. It feels like I might cum with out me touching myself. 

I am completely relaxed now. I move up and down faster. I try to clench my cheeks to make myself tighter for him. I use my hips to make shorter movements side to side and back and forth. I want his cum. I want him to blow his hot load deep inside me. I want him to scratch my back and yell out in ecstasy as his balls are drained. 

I can feel him pushing deeper inside me. His hips moving in rhythm with mine. He moves from a subdued behavior to an aggressive one. I can see his face change. His eyes no longer soft, but more primal. More like an animal in heat and taking command. His hand grip my hips, and he controls my rhythm. He makes me do faster and takes his cock out more and back in deeper. His pace quickens and he starts to grunt. He give me 2 more powerful thrusts upward into me and he lets out a huge moan followed by more grunts. His body turns stiff and his muscles contract at once to force out his load into my bowels. I can feel his cock throbbing from the squirts he is injecting into me. I settle my body down as far as I can on him. I move my hips gently in a circular manner. I hope to keep him cumming and giving him pleasure. 

His body finally stops and and his muscles relax. His eyes look back toward mine. He is still panting. He grabs my side with force and shoves me to the side. I feel him exit me. I land on the bed next to him. He quickly moves his body onto of mine. His head goes straight for my still swollen manhood. I am still dribbling precum everywhere. His mouth swallows me completely. Its amazingly warm. My anus relaxes and I can feel it throbbing from the action he gave me. My prostate is still sensitive. He goes down on me. From tip to base quickly and deeply. He stops and lifts up. He lets out," I want to drain your balls". He goes back to my head. I can feel his piercing on my head. He knows how to suck a dick. He is a pro. He focuses right where I am the me most sensitive. I am not going to last long. I don't try and hold it back. I move my hips up and down with the motion of his head. His hands are pinning mine down while he does his work. I feel a swelling in my abdomen, I can feel my abs tighten and my legs stiffen. I hold my breathe. I tell him Im going cum. This only makes him go faster. 

I explode in his mouth. I let out a huge gasp of ecstasy. He keeps going up and down on my shaft. My head turned extremely sensitive taking my ecstasy almost to the point of pain. My abs remain taught and my legs stiff. I keep squirting into his mouth. I can feel him swallow my load. I keep coming and fill his mouth again. It has been a few days since I masturbated so my sack was filled to the brim with a hot salty load. My back arches back down onto the bed, and my muscles completely relax. I let out a deep breathe. His mouth still on my cock, he slowly lifts back up and off of my head. He kiss one final like and kiss on my tip. He swallows and uses the back of his wrist to wipe off the dribbles from his chin. He collapses on the bed to the side of me. Our bodies are covered in sweat, and we are both completely drained and our cocks flaccid. We lay there looking at the ceiling until our breathing slows. 

His petite and tight body moves over to mine. His face moves toward mine. His eyes are soft again. He give me a kiss on the lips. I can still taste my cum in his mouth. I says, " that was awesome" and then lays his head on my chest, puts one of legs over mine, and moves one hand onto my chest by his head. I wrap my arm over his back and squeeze him toward me. Our naked young bodies lay there letting our sweat cool, and we drift off into sleep in each others arms.



First Time?



He walked along the thickly carpeted corridor on the third floor of the hotel he had chosen for their first meeting in the real world. His feelings were an intoxicating brew of hard, predatory anticipation and a churning rolling flip in his stomach which made his mouth salivate and his cock thicken. Adrenaline, he thought to himself -- fight, flight or fuck - he smiled at the twist his flying mind had added to the traditional description. 

He had never been so aware of his physical presence as he was at that moment. His height, chiselled muscles, deep chest and the masculine sense of self they gave him had been fired for weeks by the ever more erotic games he had been playing with the woman he hoped would be waiting for him in room 317. 

The dominant thoughts and feelings he had been at such pains to conceal since their first appearance in his late teams had been teased from him. Against every expectation of his sheltered upbringing, she had revelled in his desires, assured him of their devastatingly delicious effect on her own matching submissive nature, explaining how she had suppressed her sometimes desperate need to submit, living it only through her voracious appetite for erotic literature. He had been amazed and delighted by the thoughts she had shared with him and impressed by the academic nature of her sexual research. She knew much more than him of the world of dominance and submission, not least that it went under the soubriquet of D/s. She had shared with him her understanding of this wanton world, gained from books and websites that were completely foreign to him. Every now and again, he wondered if some of her knowledge came from experience rather than the written word, unworthy suspicions he had kept to himself up to now.

He arrived at their room and found the door slightly ajar as she had promised him. She had explained that she needed to be the first to arrive so that she could prepare for his arrival. In her books, submissive women always prepared meticulously for their dominant lovers. She had sent him a story to help him understand, which he had read avidly, stroking his impossibly hard cock as he did so. The desire to be totally smooth, perfectly made up, dressed in what she had referred to as a submissive uniform and presented for his pleasure was all explored in the erotically elegant prose that she had emailed to him just over a week ago.

He had read and re-read it, coming to think of it not as a story, one amongst many, but "The Story" - a unique description of the behaviour of a sexual tribe of which he was, as yet, only an honourary member. He recognised the nature of his own dominant feelings and desires in the words and actions of the male protagonist. For the first time in his life, he came to believe that there might be others like him, other men who were energised and sexually defined by control, force and power. Much more important though was the revelation that there were women in the world who were transported by such qualities, who sought them out in their partners, who craved them and were prepared to submit to the men who possessed them in every way imaginable. 

He pushed the strap of his overnight bag onto his shoulder and gently pushed the door to room 317 open. As he did so, he felt a sharp edge press into his ribs from the bag he carried. He had taken a chance with the recent purchases that resided therein. The Story had included a number of D/s toys which had filled him with the same predatory anticipation he felt now as he read of their use. He had explored the internet to see if such wicked delights were freely available and was astonished to find that they were on sale in their thousands -- as easy to access as any of accoutrements of much more innocent hobbies. 

He had spent several hours exploring their extent and variety and eventually settled on three selections. The nipple clamps, linked by a silver chain had featured in The Story. The submissive heroine had been rendered helpless, tied tightly to the frame of a bed designed with D/s in mind. She had then received the cruel kiss of the clamps applied by her impassive dominant lover. The description of the steel teeth of the strong, spring loaded clamps biting into the soft skin of her rock hard nipples had caused his cock to harden and rear. Her whimpers and moans, escalating to screams and a frenzied begging to have them released had transfixed him. He had been amazed and delighted by her refusal to use the safe word that she had been given which would have guaranteed their removal. She had chosen the pain and unwavering obedience to her lover's will. The final revelation however had been the result of her lover sliding two fingers deep into her displayed cunt and finding her soaking wet, to such an extent that her thighs were drenched right down to her stocking tops. 

Secondly, he had bought a leather flogger. Again, this had featured in The Story. The dominant man had untied the heroine's legs and instructed her to spread them wide and keep them spread, no matter what was done to her. He had then proceeded to use the wicked leather fronds to chastise her inner thighs. He had avoided any more intimate punishment until she begged for their rough caress on her dripping entrance. The description of the whipping of the screaming submissive girl's defenceless cunt had held him spellbound. He could almost taste that level of power and control and he knew he must have it. 

Finally and very simply, he had bought a blindfold. He had been intrigued by the descriptions given of the vulnerability of the submissive girl and of her reactions to the experience. He had realised then the importance of limits and boundaries in D/s relationships. Deprived of sight, there was virtually nothing that she would not do or suffer for her dominant. The trust she felt in him was greatly enhanced by the fact that her own independence had been so deliciously compromised by the simple application of black silk over her adoring eyes. Her own boundaries, however strongly felt before losing her sight, had crumbled as she gave herself up to the will of the man to whom she had entrusted such sensual and visceral control. As he had devoured the words which so graphically described the hero's ruthless exploitation of this gift, it seemed to him the very essence of the dominance he had felt for so long and was now so close to experiencing.

The door opened with a slight creak. He hadn't known what to expect. This was the moment when the wanton world of fiction gave way to real life. He was old enough and wise enough to temper his expectations and not allow them to be unduly influenced by a fictional precursor and the images it had engendered. He was stunned therefore to see before him, in the soft flickering light of the candles which were surely not hotel issue, the setting from the first page of The Story. 

The woman he knew as Kate was leaning over, her hands on the back of a red velvet chair, facing away from him. Her feet were elegantly angled into high stilettos, legs encased in black silk stockings, leaving the tops of her creamy, white thighs bare to the hip. There, the tiny black strap of a pair of thong panties cut across the swelling curve of delicate pale skin, drawing his eyes to the firm, completely displayed round globes of her delectable derriere. Her back was covered in black satin, eye hooks just visible in the subdued light, a basque which also caused the cinching of her waist above the voluptuous curve of her bare hips. Her shoulders were bare and above them, her neck was decorated by a pink leather collar which completed the sub uniform she had so accurately described to him.

She had heard him come in and the whimpers she gave at his arrival were born of her vulnerability and the excitement and deep arousal such risk caused in her. They also acted to galvanise him. He salivated and hardened instantly. Breathing deeply and slowly to maintain the control he knew he would need, he slipped the strap of his overnight bag from his shoulder and placed it on the dressing table to his left. He stopped then and looked at the girl displayed before him. So many times he had wondered how this might feel and now, here he was, not a dream or a fantasy or a story, not even The Story. She was real, willing, visibly excited, here and now. And then it came. Surging through him, a natural high, a stream of power running the length of his body. He was not just hard now, he was like rock. 

Somehow she sensed it. Her whimpers grew in volume and he knew how much she was craving his touch. He had been worried about this moment, afraid he would not know what to do, how to act, nervous that he would be tentative, his dominant desire, expressed with increasing confidence in the virtual world, lost in the face of such luscious display. But it wasn't like that at all. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He stood behind her, breathing in the expensive perfume in which she had doused herself for him. He allowed the rough denim of his jeans to scrape delicately over the quivering skin of her ass. She whimpered and pressed back for more contact. He moved with her, maintaining the tenuous brush of the coarse cloth on her shuddering flesh, her whimpering grew deeper in tone, more demanding and blatantly sexual. Immediately, he kicked at the inner side of her stilettos one after the other. Her whimpers morphed into soft screams as she spread her legs in response to his dominant command. 

He reached down and without warning or preparation took her mound in his strong hand from behind and gripped her hard. She screamed and her legs turned to jelly under her. She would have crumpled helplessly to the floor but for the strength in his arm holding her in place. Her cunt flooded and soaked her tiny panties and she screamed again as he re-strengthened his grip on her, increasing the delicious pressure of his palm on her swollen cunt. Gradually, he increased the power of his hold and slowly, but with real relish and irresistible confidence, he began to lift her. Her hands held their place on the back of the red velvet chair, balancing her as his strong arm flexed and her weight was inexorably transferred from the precarious points of her high heels to the secure platform of his warm, strong hand. She screamed out loud, all control lost, as her cunt lips stretched wide open, split mercilessly by the ever increasing pressure and she gushed in helpless orgasm as her clit mashed down onto his warm, controlling male flesh and her heels left the floor. He held her in place, his hand soaked to the wrist and delivered the first hard slap to her gorgeous, raised ass. Her gasp of shock turned to a moan of submissive appreciation as he repeated the blow, it felt like coming home.



First Time



Hi All, I am Reshma, born and brought up in Kerala, a state in India. I was 18 when I had my first sexual experience. I am narrating that below. This is a repeat of my story under my user name reshmav, which got deactivated.

It was a rainy day. Rain is unusual in February in Kerala. I was going to my tuition teacher’s house about 2km from my house walking. My 12th standard exams start on March and I was going to him for Mathematics tuition. The time was 4.00pm. The rain started heavily when I was about to reach his house. I ran hard and reached his house, fully drenched. He greeted me and said, Oh! Reshma you are fully drenched! You will get fever and cold, if u don’t change your dress and wipe yourself. He gave me a towel and a T-shirt and a skirt (which his wife uses) and told me, “Reshma, you change to this dress and keep your dress under the fan. It will dry off by the time the tuition is over.” 

There are about four of my friends who are coming for tuition. My tuition teacher was Mr.Anil who was 30 year old and he is having a good physique and a hairy chest. Many times he used to take class for us without his shirt on and I always used to admire his hairy and broad chest. On this fate full day, he has cancelled the tuition because his wife has gone to her house and he was also planning to go to hiss. He communicated this to my friend Jyoti, who forgot to inform me. 

I straightaway went to the attached bathroom inside his bedroom, without knowing all these and took of my churidhar top, squeezed the water out and kept it on the chair. Then I removed my bottom and placed that also on the chair below the fan. I was wearing only panty and bra and took the towel and went inside the bathroom thinking of taking a bath. The moment I entered, I felt a hand on my shoulders and I was shocked to see my tuition teacher just behind me. 

“Sir, what are you doing here?” I asked. 

What a fool I was, not to lock the doors!!

He just smiled and hugged me hard, crushing me to his body. I asked him to leave me. But he started kissing me. First my cheeks, my nose, my neck and then on my lips. He was chewing my lips. I couldn’t resist now. I was feeling his hairy chest on my body. He turned me and removed my bra and started kissing me from my neck to my breasts. That was an electrifying feeling. I was trembling! First time a man is touching my boobs! He started sucking my nipples. I let a small mourn then. He then took me up and carried me to the bed. 

He came on top of me and started kissing my lips again. He was trying to open my mouth with his tongue. I resisted first and then I obeyed. He pushed his tongue inside and started licking my mouth, my tongue. He then started sucking my tongue. I didn’t know what to do. I hugged him hard. His tongue was exploring the inner walls of my mouth. He then came down and started licking and kissing my body. He was licking my naval and came down and kissed over my panty. He started kissing and licking my thighs. Then he turned me and started kissing my back. He kissed my neck and back and while kissing, he was squeezing my boobs. He came down and removed my panty and started kissing and biting my ass. He licked my ass. He turned me and then I covered my pussy with my hands due to shame.

He slowly removed my hands and kissed my pussy. Another electric shock and I felt a tickling feeling and some fluid going out! I had my first orgasm in my life!!

He then started licking my pussy. I was really in heaven. I spread my legs and put is tongue deep inside my pussy. He lifted my ass by his hands and placed a pillow below and started eating my pussy. I was totally on fire and took his right hand and placed it on my left breast. I wanted him to knead them! He obeyed with pleasure while licking me! His tongue was deep inside me. He removed his underwear and stood up. He placed my hand on his hot rod. I touched it and was really burning! He started rubbing my body with it. He rubbed it on my thighs, my naval, my ass, my back and my neck also. Then he started rubbing it on my pussy lips. Slowly he started pushing it to my tight pussy. I was shivering with pleasure and pain also. Slowly he pushed the entire length inside me. 

He started pushing it in and out slowly. I can’t describe the pleasure I got then. I was trembling and shivering. He was chewing my lips and my nipples alternatively. He fucked me hard. I had about 5 orgasms that single day. I was tired! He withdrew his cock and ejected his fluid on my thighs. We lay down for 10 minutes hugging each other. He again kissed my lips, my breasts and then inserted his finger inside me. He slowly started finger fucking me while sucking my nipples. He did it for 10 more minutes. Then we both got up. He took me to the toilet and washed the semen of my thighs and wiped me off. He made me stand and again started licking my pussy. He licked me for another 5 minutes. He finished it and came up and gave a hard kiss on my lips. We hugged each other tightly. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach. We went to the bed once again. He made me sit on his lap. He inserted his cock again and pumped me up and down by catching my ass. While doing this, he came up and sucked my nipples. After 5 minutes we fell down tired.

When I got up, it was 7.30 pm. We didn’t talk a single word each other. I dressed up and left for my home. I have learned a new lesson in life, the lesson of passion and pleasure! This was just a beginning of a series of fuck sessions we had for the next 9 months.



First Time



This story is not entirely a work of fiction, though it is the first I have written so I would love constructive criticism is always appreciated. 

First Time

They had been speaking for weeks now. He knew a lot about her and her about him. They had even met a few times before this night. She had been interested in BDSM before, so many different things she had wanted to try but was always unable to do so. Her daughter was away for the night. So it would be perfect. She had even told him that with others that she had to tell them what she wanted. He assured her that he would be in control. She would only have to obey a few rules of his and he would see to it that this night, her first time, would be a night to remember.

It was seven thirty that night, a cold night. The wind was howling as it blew through the air. The sounds it made reminded him of the sounds of ghosts. A single light on at the apartment he was going to. Making his way up the steps to the top floor. The sound of his heavy leather boots as they hit the cement of each step. Once to the door he looked at the key in his hand. He was given it in advance to let himself in. He adjusted the large sack he carried over his shoulder before using the key to unlock the door and let himself in. a few candles lit the room keeping it Dim but still lit enough to see. And then there was his prize. A beautiful woman kneeling on the carpet for him. Her legs spread so he could see all of her. Her body void of all clothing. Her head down not daring to make eye contact unless given permission. Her hands resting palm up on her legs.

He set his sack down on the ground with a thud. Stepping up to her with a smile on his face. His hand reaching out to run through her long dark hair. She didn't tie it back but he didn't mind. He liked her hair as long as it was. He felt her head lift to his touch and then she reached her hands up to his pants. Her fingers working his zipper down before fishing his cock out. She loved his cock, everything about it would make her tremble with excitement. Leaning in she began to kiss and lick upon his shaft. She wanted to show him how much she missed him and knew she could not speak just yet. His cock throbbing at her attention and he reluctantly pulled away. Nodding his head as he smiled to her.

"Such a good girl."

Her face turning red at his words. "Thank you Sir."

He grabbed his sack once more reaching into it after he opened it up. Pulling out red silk rope he looks to her. Smiling before motioning her to stand up. She nods her head and slowly stands as she was told to do. He began to tie her up with the rope. Letting the silk caress her body slowly. This was for looks nothing more. The rope moving between her legs dragging against her pussy. Her wetness soaking the rope as it rested between her pussy. He had even tied a knot in the rope so it would rest against her clit. He even tested it by pulling upon the rope only to hear her moan out in pleasure at the feel of the knot pressing against her.

Slapping her ass he whispers into her ear as he stands behind her. "Such a good little slut." He ties one more small piece of rope against the harness he made using it as a leash. Moving to sit down on the couch. He looks at her standing there. Seeing her legs rubbing together trying to get the rope to rub against her clit again. Wanting to feel that pleasure once more. He however tugged upon the lead he had made. Pulling her to kneel at his feet. His hand caressing her head once more.

"Such a good slut, I know how much you have missed me and you have me for the night."

She blushes at his words. Something she had begged for was finally going to happen. She had him to herself all night.

"Thank you Sir."

She leans in and nuzzles into his leg some before moving to kneel between his legs instead of on the side. Her face nuzzling at his crotch once more. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to explore him. She wanted everything she could get form him. She felt him throbbing through his black slacks and would begin to kiss at the prize that was hidden.

He knew how much she loved to please him and he was more than willing to let her have what she wanted. Nodding his head to give her permission to do what she wanted. She smiles to him and once again would unzip his pants. Fishing out his semi erect cock. Oh how she loved it, kissing at it slowly. Giving a soft moan at the taste of his skin. He was uncut something she had never had before she was with him. Something about that made it even more enticing to her. With one hand she caressed his shaft. Gently pulling the skin back to reveal the head of his cock. Slowly she ran her soft tongue over it watching him pull back slightly. That movement made her shudder in pleasure alone.

Slowly taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue licking around the head of his cock between the foreskin. Moaning out around him would only make him smile. One hand moving to run through her hair once more, pulling gently upon her hair to show he was enjoying himself. Her fingers kept caressing over his thighs, one hand still stroking his cock. Whatever wasn't in her mouth being caressed by her tongue would still get attention. She even made sure to lift his cock up and give his sac attention before going back to suck his cock once more.

He would lean back his hand still holding her hair before he would shove her face down. Forcing his cock even more into her mouth. Forcing her to take it into her throat as he moans out even more She would gladly accept him into her throat though she would pull back and begin a steady rhythm of moving back and forth. 

He smiled watching her. Moaning out lightly at her attention even more. She was such a good slut for him. He knew he needed to give her something for what she was doing. Reaching his hand down to caress her cheek her eyes would look up to him though she didn't stop.

"Go on my little slut. Play with your pussy like a good girl."

Moaning out her thank you to him her free hand moves quickly to the rope between her legs. Her fingers rubbing against the knot in the rope. Rubbing that silk against her clit. She could not hold back her moans around his cock. With each moan he felt a slit vibration form her throat and with her tongue. His cock throbbing even more for her inside her mouth.

"My little slut, are you ready for your treat?"

Her eyes lit up at his words. Nodding her head slightly and starting to move her head faster along his cock now. Sucking upon him more and more. She felt his body tense up knowing what she wanted was coming. Lifting her head back until just the head of his cock was in her mouth. He would not hold back as he watched her. His cum spewing forth from his cock. Coating her mouth with his thick seed. Sh would moan out even more at knowing she had done such a good job.

She did not swallow yet. She wanted to wait making sure she got it all from him. Swallowing what she had in her mouth she pulled back. Smiling up at him before nuzzling his cock once more. Tonight was going to be a fun night and it had only just begun. 

To be continued . . .



First Time



It is the sort of party where people stay the night (shoes and bottles scattered around the house), we have spent the entire evening exchanging heated glances and heavy touches when we think no one is looking. These things happen often among our friends and I look for you at every gathering, thinking of the first time we met. 

We shared a room, lying on separate twin beds, staring at the ceiling and making forced conversation. I could have sworn I heard a muffled moan from you, and it took all my self control not to slip fingers beneath and inside and imagine it was you. I did not sleep, from nerves, the thought of being so close to you but too afraid to cross the room to touch.

And as things are dying down tonight, we find ourselves in that room. Before the door is even closed this time, an instinctual, animalistic reaction occurs. I pull you in, closing the space between your body and mine, my hand running up your thigh, grasping hungrily as I reach you. I am frightened by how bold this is, but I am hungry for you, I ache for you. My fingers toy with your zipper as my lips, teeth, tongue devour your neck before I lean back and direct your mouth to my shoulder, collarbone, chest. And then we break apart. We have been thriving on this uncertainty for so long that it seems clandestine to be here. I cross the room, looking back over my shoulder and ask if you mind if I sleep in my underwear. 

At your assenting nod, I slide the shorts I am wearing to the floor, stepping out of them still in my heels, those blue ones you have always admired. You catch a glimpse of the black lace panties hugging the lines of my hips. I grasp the edge of my shirt and pull the fabric up over my head, revealing the matching, almost sheer, bra. And for a moment, I stand there; watching you watching me. Then I kick off the heels and make my way to one of the woefully small twin beds. I pull the sheet up just enough to cover one leg, turning on my side, head propped up on one elbow, and I smile at you. I watch as you remove your shirt. I watch as you unbutton your pants and let them fall to the floor. I watch as you cross the room and lay down on the other bed. We talk, enjoying the delay, the uncertainty, the potential and the build. And when we can think of no other words to say, you sit up.

We are silent. You can hear my breathing, ragged and slow now. You are the first to move, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, feet planted firmly on the floor. We are still again, eyes locked. I move to you, wrapping my arms around your neck, slipping my legs on either side of yours until I am astride you. My breasts are trembling, nearly directly in front of your face. I lean in until my lips are hovering just above yours. And I wait for just the slightest moment. Then I let my tongue caress your lips as I slide my hand down past the waistband of your boxers and take hold. I kiss you more firmly as I begin a rhythmic motion, hand and hips synchronized. Your hands travel up my back, unhooking my bra and cupping the soft skin as it falls free. You allow a moan to escape your throat before placing your hands on my shoulders and pressing down. I understand the command but I take my time getting there. My lips, teeth, tongue explore your chin, neck, chest, waist, lingering along the line of your hip as I slowly slide my knees to the ground. I enjoy this tease, the wait for greater pleasure, but you take my head in your hands, strong but gentle, and direct me until I take you in my mouth.

I let you dictate the speed and depth, using your grasp on my hair as control. You can feel the desire in every movement of my mouth: lips closing tight and then releasing, tongue sliding up and down, teeth barely making momentary contact. You hear the sigh that makes its way from me and know that I have discovered that you are as delicious as I have always imagined. And then, because you want me to be as close to the edge as you are when we finally come together, you pull me up and flip me onto the bed. You pay careful attention to my neck, breasts, thighs, finding places that cause my back to arch and my muscles to clench. Your fingers blaze trails that your tongue soon follows. You don't linger as I did but instead attend to me voraciously, in a way that makes me clutch desperately at the sheets, and stifle screams. And when you experience me cum for the first time, you relish the absolute control you have over me at this moment.



First Time



In 1962, I lived in Arlington Heights, Illinois. I had celebrated my 18th birthday and was looking forward to graduating from high school. 

College would be my escape from an environment where sex was mainly whatever my right hand could do for me, encouraged by my parents' sex books and an occasional girlie mag from the Park Ridge Pharmacy. Girls would let you fondle their breasts through their blouses but that was it. Masturbating was my sex life.

I lived down the street from a man in his early 40's who was a traveling salesman. "Charlie" was a single guy and gone a lot, sometimes for a week or two. I shoveled his snow in the winter and cut his grass in the summer. 

I also brought in his mail. He paid well and trusted me with his house key.

One day I was nosing around in his garage and found some nudist magazines, MALE nudist mags. I had never seen those before. Naked men playing baseball, doing gymnastics and sun bathing. These guys had BIG cocks. I got hard almost immediately. Why, I wondered? 

I had never thought about sex with a man before. I remembered that I also got hard reading about the description of the grounds keeper's penis in "Lady Chatterley's Lover". That should have been a clue that I was attracted to men in a sexual way.

As I turned the pages, I started rubbing my cock and thinking about the guys in the magazine. I decided to masturbate while sitting on the riding lawn mower. I dropped my pants, leaned back, put my feet on the steering wheel and went to work. Spit was the only lube I had but that worked pretty well. What an orgasm! All over the mower! 

I went back over to Charlie's house every day after school. I imagined I was naked with the guys in the magazines and we were jacking off all over each other. More sperm gone astray.

I searched around for more magazines and found a stack of old Playboy's. More Jacking but with the big titted girls displayed in living color. Wow! When I came while looking at these girls I realized that naked men and women turned me on. (That would be a big advantage when I got older.) 

After a few days of intense pleasure I decided to move into Charlie's family room. His couch was more comfortable than the lawn mower. For the next several days I pounded out climax after climax.

One afternoon, without any warning Charlie found me, pants around my ankles, cum on chest and dozing, enjoying the afterwards. He just stood there with a grin on his face, no clothes on his body and the biggest erection I had ever seen. I guess he had come in while I was going to it, watched a little and then decided to join me.

He sat down next to me on the couch and proceeded to beat off, cumming all over his chest. He didn't say a word until he came, and then only "Watch this!"

What a pair we were! Two naked guys, one much older, staring at the cum on each other's chests. Eventually I recovered and told him I had to go home for dinner. He said "Come over any time." And that is what I did.

After my initial experience with Charlie, I couldn't wait to see him again. The next day after school I went over but he was gone. On the road again I guessed. I went inside, took off my clothes and got into his bed. I masturbated furiously and came all over his sheets. I was secretly hoping he would "catch" me again but he was really gone. I got dressed and went home.

Every day after school it was the same. I made his bed after each time I came on his sheets. Several days of cum gave it a nice aroma. The next Sunday on the way home from church, I saw Charlie's car in his driveway. Hooray! I told the folks I had to go over and get paid and maybe get a tip(the tip of his penis is what I was actually hoping for).

I knocked on his door and he answered, wearing a bathrobe. After I stepped in, he closed the door and let the robe fall open to show me he was naked underneath. "I was hoping you'd come over. Follow me," he said.

I did as I was told and he led me into his master bath. Charlie dropped his robe and said,

"I was just getting ready to take a shower. Care to join me?" 

I immediately took off my clothes as he sat on the toilet and watched me. He smiled when I started getting hard. He reached out and gently took my penis in his right hand and pulled me to him. When I was close, he jacked me slowly while he ran his tongue over the tip of my cock. I was really hard now and he said, "Time to wash up." He led me into the shower holding my erection.

This was a BIG shower. Two heads on the ends covering at least seven feet with brown unfinished tile, like in a locker room. It had a seat in the middle against the wall. I could only imagine what that was for.

We faced each other, hot water beating our bottoms and washed. He soaped himself all over and then handed the bar to me. With trembling hands I lathered up. When we were both hard and soapy he turned me to face the wall of the shower and told me to bend forward. As I did Charlie began scrubbing the area around my anus. 

I had never done more than run the soap through there but he massaged my opening as he washed it. When my bottom was clean Charlie began to soap my hard penis. The last straw was his soapy finger in my bottom. He pushed it in and out a couple of times and I came me all over his tile wall. He caught me as I slumped back against him. I felt his cock against my back and wondered, what next?

We stood in the shower for a couple of minutes, letting the hot water beat on us.I was drained but Charlie kept his finger in my bottom. Finally he said, "Let's get dried off" as he removed that wonderful finger and helped me out of the shower. 

He used a fluffy towel to dry me off but when he turned me around and dried my bottom he got dropped to his knees and spread my cheeks. He ran his tongue up and down on my anus. He really liked my ass. I was still soft but I knew he was hard. Licking my bottom got him harder. After I was really slippery back there, Charlie stood up, took my hand and said "To bed." 

We climbed into his king sized bed and pulled the sheets over us. Snuggling with him was great. In a minute or so he rolled me over to face away from him and snuggled into my bottom. His cock filled my crack. I was imagining if it would fit in me. I knew nothing about fucking. I understood the anatomy. I just didn't know exactly how it happened. I soon found out.

Charlie pulled a small jar of Vaseline from under his pillow, got a finger full and began to apply it to my anus. I liked the feeling even though I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. "Have you ever put anything like a penis in your bottom?" Charlie asked as he re-inserted that wonderful finger. In truth I had been using my mother's enema nozzle in my bottom as I jacked off, experimenting and enjoying the way it felt.

I told Charlie and he laughed saying, "Well, my injection won't be as filling but it will make your ass feel good." With that he touched the head of his cock to my anus and began to push. I was OK at first but as he went in further I froze. It really hurt. I squirmed and finally said "Stop!" To my surprise he did. 

I was embarrassed that I had stopped him but Charlie didn't say a word. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom. When he came back he had a long thin black thing made of plastic with one end that looked like a penis. Charlie explained, "this is called a dildo and it will help you open up." He slid in behind me began probing. He soon found the target and slowly pushed it in. I don't know how much went in but it felt good. He finally stopped and said, "Let your ass get used to the size".

For a few minutes we lay there. He kissed my neck and held me. Finally I told him I thought we could try again. He slowly pulled the dildo out and then handed me a pillow with instructions to put it under my hips and lay down on it.

As I was settling down on the pillow I felt Charlie straddle my bottom, spread my cheeks and lay his cock in my crack. As the tip of his penis pushed on my anus I thought here we go and in it went.

I had never been fucked so the sensation of Charlie penetrating me was both painful and exciting. I had wanted it, I had fantasized about it and now I was getting it. He pushed the head in and stopped. I was squirming and sweating. 

I did not know my anus could open that wide. but in a minute or so he went all the way in. I could feel his groin pushing against my

bottom. Charlie covered me, laying on my back with his cock buried in my bottom. In a soft voice Charlie asked, "Are you OK?" and "How does it feel?" 

I replied, "OK, do it," and he did. 

Charlie slowly pulled almost all the way out and then paused. Without warning he slapped my bottom, hard, and said, "You are a bad boy. You jacked off in my bed and you shot cum on my shower wall. I am going to punish you." With that he slammed his cock home. Hard. I saw stars. Then he pulled back out but immediately went in again. No hesitation, no let up, no slowing down. Pound, pound, pound. He slapped my ass with every stroke. 

I could feel my ass cheeks getting hot and my anus ring was on fire but at the same time, I was getting hard. The more he plowed me and the more he spanked me, the harder I got. Soon he was in a rhythm and I was swept along with him. 

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I wanted more. I could feel his penis start to swell and then he came, yelling, "FUCK,you are so tight!" and he shot load after load into me. 

Charlie collapsed on my back and his cum ran out of my bottom into my crotch. I was really sore but I wanted him to stay in me. What a ride!



First Time



I was 18 and very much a virgin when my brother lost his driver's license. Terry was 5 years older than me and since I didn't have a job, I became his chauffeur. I would take him and his girl friend out and they would drink and dance while I drank soft drinks or coffee and watched. At the end of the evening Terry would tell me to find a dark alley or someplace to park so he and his girl Jenny could make out. They didn't make me leave, so I would watch in the mirror and end up with a raging hard-on by the time they were done. The up side was that I learned a lot and got free shows. This probably started my liking for voyeurism that continues to this day.

Then one night my brother passed out before we could find a place to stop. I didn't realize this until I had pulled down an access road along a set of railroad tracks. When I stopped Jenny said, "This is a nice private place, but he is out."

Before I could say anything she got out and hopped into the front seat alongside me. Jenny looked across the bench seat at me and said, "What do you think when we get, ahhh, busy back there?" nodding at the back seat.

Looking her in the eye I figured the hell with it, I would tell her the truth and said, "Honestly, Jenny, it makes me horny as hell. I always go home with a hard-on after watching you two have sex." 

Jenny leaned over and put the palm of her hand on my cheek, "that has to be rough to deal with every time we go out." Her hand felt like flame on my cheek, I nuzzled into it, enjoying her touch. "What do you do about that?"

I smiled at her and said, "I jack-off of course."

Jenny laughed and said, "Of course you do. What else would you do?" Then she gave me a knowing smile and asked, "If I gave you something to look at can I watch you jack-off? I have never seen that."

I was dumbfounded to say the least, but answered, "Take your blouse off, play with your pussy, and ok, it's a deal."

Jenny didn't say anything but started undressing. Jenny was 22 at the time and very trim. Later, I found her measurements were 32-22-36 and she was a C cup. Jenny had a flat belly and her titties stood out, passing the pencil test easily. As she undressed I reached over and flipped her long brunette hair back over her shoulder, telling her, "I don't want to hide this view." She laughed.

Jenny leaned back against her door and crooked one knee up onto the seat. She took one nipple in between her finger and thumb and started rolling it and tugging on it. I didn't realize a nipple could stretch that far before watching her. She reached between her thighs with the other hand and sloooowwwllly drew her middle finger up the edges of her outer lips, barely splitting them. She had her hair trimmed very short, almost gone short, which was unusual in those days. 

I pulled my already hard cock out of my pants and began stroking it. Her eyes locked onto it. I am no porn star, having an average 6 inches of cock, but it is rather thick. I maintained a slow steady pace, hoping to prolong it so I got to see her have an orgasm.

Jenny pushed her finger between her lips and found her clit. I watched her pull its hood back and she began rubbing directly on it. Then she let go of her nipple and inserted two fingers into herself. She began pumping in and out of her pretty pussy while playing faster on her clit. I could hear her breathing deepen and quicken. Her hips began pumping into her hand and I noticed her eyes were still glued to my cock. Then she started moaning deep in her throat.

Jenny's moans got louder and she moved faster. I could see that she was extra wet. Her juices ran out of her and down the crack of her ass, her fingers glistened in the moon light. I pointed my cock at her and pumped a little faster. "Do you want me to shoot it at you Jenny?" 

"God, yes, let me see it cum."

I moved my hand a little faster and squeezed a little harder for a few minutes and then, there it was. "Jenny, I'm cumming." I gasped. My first rope of cum landed on her tits and made a little splatting sound I came so hard. The next two or three landed on her thighs and lower legs. The rest kind of oozed out, covering my hand and the head of my cock.

Seeing this Jenny lost control and came also. She convulsed and almost screamed as she came. Jenny panted and her body jerked like she was having a seizure. After a couple of minutes she noticed my cum on her. "What's this?" she cooed at me. She smeared it around on her skin and then tasted her fingers. "Not bad," she smiled at me.

Jenny then leaned over and took me into her mouth after licking my hand, she wanted all of it. "You taste good, I like it, not bitter like your brother's." She bobbed her head on me for several minutes. Being 18, I got hard again in her mouth. Soon I grabbed the back of her head and pumped up into her mouth in time with her head bobs. My first blowjob and I was loving it.

I was breathing hard when she suddenly stopped. Jenny pushed me back into the seat and straddled me. She reached down in between us and grabbed my cock. She lined it up with her opening and slowly sat down on me. My cock entered her and I was no longer a virgin. 

Jenny slowly moved up and down on me, making me groan in pleasure. My hands sought her tits and began massaging them roughly. This was a totally new experience for me. She was hot, wet, tight, and slick all at the same time. It felt like my cock was in a velvet glove. Jenny had enough muscle control to make it feel like she was milking my cock as she moved. I was so entranced with the feeling she was producing in me that I became very vocal, grunting "Oh, fuck you are tight on me. Your cunt is so good on my cock. Fuck me Jenny, fuck me." Suddenly I was cumming, my hips thrust up into Jenny as I delivered my load deep inside her swollen cunt. She cried out in a wordless semi-scream and I felt her pussy spasming on my cock, milking me dry. Jenny collapsed on my chest, gasping for air, as I tried t catch my breath. She gasped, "Oh fuck, that was good. I have never cum like that with Terry." 

The result of my first fuck was many more sessions with Jenny. I would drive for Terry's date with her, and the usual make-out session afterwards, then after taking Terry home I would go back to Jenny and give her a second dose for the evening. Terry never did find out.



First Time



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First Time



My wife and I have been married for a long time. We are deeply in love, and have a great sex life. I have always been kinkier than her, but over the years she has explored with me and over time become a sexy minx who secretly loves our kinky play. She is very beautiful, slim, erotic and with a body that make me proud to be her husband.

I have always had bi fantasies, but like most guys have kept those thoughts hidden and locked away, other than a near encounter when at University I have never told anyone about my bi fantasies.

As my wife started to open up to kinky play I explained to her my bi fantasies, at first I think she was shocked but over time, she started to accept my fantasies and we played with them, enjoying occasional strap on and anal play.

I had just about given up the idea of actually experiencing play with another man, when one day my wife suggested that perhaps we should find a male submissive to play with us both. 

I placed an advert online, "Femdom couple looking for a submissive man to join us - must be 6' tall, athletic and well hung".

Over the next few weeks we received several offers but one guy stood out. He was mid twenties (we are mid forties), 6'2" athletic with a six pack and hung. I mean I am OK, at 6.5" but he must have been closer to 8". We both loved his pic and after a few emails and a Skype chat we decided to go for it. During the Skype chats she never showed her face to him.

Our biggest concern was safety, what about STD's, what about physical safety, so my wife came up with an ingenious idea!

We contacted 'Josh" and told him that as long as he followed our instructions to the letter he would have the night of his life! Luckily he agreed.

My wife chatted to him several times on the phone, on a few occasions she even masturbated for him on Skype as I was forced to watch. About a month before our planned meeting she told Josh to order a CB Curve chastity device. One week before the meeting she ordered him to put it on, and use a numbered tag, this he did and on Skype showed her that he was securely locked up. At the same time she put on my CB Curve and locked me up.

Over the course of the next week she had me give her oral pleasure every day whilst Josh watched, needless to say we were both very worked up by the time our planned meet came around on the Saturday.

She had decided that we should meet at an amazing dungeon that we had once played at, it a was a few hours' drive from our home, so off we set. On arrival at the dungeon the proprietor showed us around and them left us alone.

I then drove to a local pub where we had arranged to meet Josh. When I entered I saw him at the bar, I approached said hello and bought him a drink. He asked where my wife was and I told him she was waiting nearby, of course he was suspicious, but I called her and he chatted on the phone with her, and saw her on Facetime. Josh then passed the phone to me with a smile, and she gave me the instructions to check he was still wearing the chastity belt and if he was to bring him back. I told Josh, that I had to check, so we entered the men's toilet and entered a stall, he dropped his trousers and I could see the CB Curve was still in place with the correct numbered tag, so we headed out to the car and drove back to my wife at the dungeon!

When we arrived we entered the foyer of the lounge and found a note from my wife, it read - 'only enter when naked and only wearing your chastity devices' - we both eagerly stripped and then entered the dungeon. There we were, two men, both naked apart from chastity cages walking into a dungeon. What met us was an absolute vision. My wife was seated in a throne, wearing her finest Agent Provocateur Lingerie and an amazing Latex hood, I realise then how clever she was, here we were naked in chastity cages and no one could see her face!

She ordered us to kneel at her feet and we complied immediately, she rose slowly and circled us, running her hand over our shoulders as she explained the rules. We were to do exactly as she said, any hesitation would be met with swift punishment, we were here to please her, not ourselves and we should do exactly as says!

She ordered me to tie Josh to the St Andrews cross. Once he was secure she told me to lay down and place my head in the queening box, this I did and she lowered her beautiful pussy over my face. I began to use my tongue to tease and probe her delicate flower as she watched Josh squirming on the Cross!

After a while I could tell she was getting excited, her pussy juices were running down my face, she had her first orgasm and then lifted herself of the queening box and pulled me out.

She attached a collar and leash to my neck and brought me over to the St Andrews Cross. She whispered her commands into my ear. The shock literally made me blush.

She went and sat on a chair near the bed and took out her Hitachi wand and started pleasing herself as she watched me carry out her instructions.

First I attached a collar with a back strap to Josh, then cuffs to each wrist. One by one I attached Josh's wrists to his back, and once his hands were secure I released his feet. I attached a leash to his collar and locked his collar shut with a padlock which had no key. I then led him to the bed, all the while my cock was straining against the chastity device and I could see his was as well. We were both transfixed watching my wife in her beautiful lingerie using the wand against her swollen pussy lips. 

Once on the bed I attached his arms to the headboard and he lay on his back, then I opened the drawer at he side of the bed and there was a small pair of scissors and I carefully cut the tag to his chastity device and watched in admiration as he swelled. He had been in there for over a week, and it was obvious he was desperate to cum.

I took a face cloth and cleaned his cock, it was the first time I had ever touched another man's penis and as my wife watched a million different thoughts flooded my brain.

Once cleaned as per my wife's instructions I started to stoke his body and use my mouth to kiss and lick his nipples, gradually his cock hardened to its full size and then I took a spray can of desensitising spray and applied a liberal layer to his fully grown impressive manhood.

First I put on the extra safe condom, then my wife got off her chair, came over and guided my head to his cock. It was inches from my face as she whispered into my ear, "take it, take him in your mouth". My lips circled his head, and gradually let him slip into my mouth. All the time my wife had her hand on my head and she kept whispering encouragement and pushing my head further down. I felt her behind me playing with my ass, first one finger then two, then gradually I felt one of our butt plugs pop into my ass.

After what seemed forever she pulled my head back by my hair and told me to get her the latex sheath. This I did and I pulled it onto Josh, so now his desensitised ex caged cock was completely upright and looking bigger than ever. 

My wife straddled him and ordered me to hold his cock and watch closely as she lowered herself onto his proud member. Gradually with each bounce she took a bit more of him, and I watched transfixed as inches from my face my wife rode with wild abandon this great cock. Poor Josh, between the spray, the condom and the latex sheath he probably couldn't feel a thing!

She ordered me up and told me where the key was to my chastity cage, you have never seen a man remove a cage so quickly. Once my cock was free my hand instantly went to it, but a scolding look told me that it was her cock and I was not to play with it. Instead she had me fondle and kiss her breasts and mouth as she rode Josh.

As she got close to her second or was it third orgasm she ordered me to get behind her and kiss her sweet ass, and as I did that I was to get myself hard and put on a condom. I was so happy, kissing her ass was one of my favourite pastimes, yet now I also got the pleasure of kissing her ass as she rode this latex clad monster of a cock. She had entered her multi orgasmic phase so she leant forward and grasped Josh's body as he now bucked up desperately trying to feel something, yet his mind must have been exploding, his head rising to kiss and lick her beautiful boobs.

Gradually I took my now hard penis an slowly started to push it into her ass. She stopped rocking and gradually allowed herself to open up and take both our cocks. I could feel how large his cock was in her now stretched pussy.

This carried on as she experienced wave after wave of orgasm, just before she was exhausted she got of Josh and told me to lie next to him. She pulled off my condom and lowered herself onto me. The feeling was so intense that I knew I wouldn't last, but she is an expert. She held herself with just my head inside her and ordered me not to move. I was so tempted to thrust, to claim my orgasm and my wife, however the submissive in me won, and I stayed still as she ruined my orgasm into her well fucked hot pussy. The frustration was torture, my hard on hardly subsided I was in sub bliss and kink heaven. She slowly rose from me and then moved up my body and sat on my face, forcing me to eat my own cum. The taste was something I had never got used to, not unpleasant but wrong, it turned me on and disgusted me at the same time. All the time this was going on she was looking at Josh, and she had removed his latex sheath and condom. His cock was so swollen it almost looked painful.

By this point my wife had had several orgasms and was exhausted, she slipped out her lingerie and put on a silk robe. 

She attached a length of chain to Josh's collar and padlocked it to the bed, she then told me to dress in her lingerie and put on an identical latex mask as hers. She sprayed me in her perfume, and had heels for me in exactly the same style as hers. As I put on her stockings I know realised why she had insisted that morning that I shave all of my body hair off. Josh was grinning from ear to ear as he realised what was about to happen. With the chain around his neck securely padlocked she ordered me to release his hands. It was like releasing a caged animal. Here was a man, who hadn't cum in weeks, been teased for hours by a lingerie clad beauty in a latex hood, and now just out of reach was that woman, but in his reach was her husband, smooth, in her lingerie and smelling just like her.

She ordered me to put a fresh condom on Josh and do as he say.

Josh pulled me down to his cock and started to fuck my face, gently at first but then slightly rougher, I heard my wife warn him to not hurt me, after all she still had the keys to his padlock. Josh slowed down a little and realised he was still being controlled. He ordered me on all fours, and got behind me. Here it was, the first time, time for me to lose my bi virginity.

I felt him remove the butt plugs and apply a big dollop of lubricant, I was going to need it. As I felt the tip of his cock push against my virgin ass, my wife came over and kissed me, she whispered in my ear how horny this was to her, that I was helping her, as her pussy and ass had been so thoroughly fucked she couldn't fuck anymore and our guest had to get off. Josh slipped into me, searing pain at first but as my wife directed him, he held it there for a while as I gradually became adjusted to him. Then he started to speed up, all the while she held my head, kissed me and whispered in my ear. The pressure on my prostate was insanely intense and I started to leak cum, I was being milked by his cock. My wife, the forever kinky one was catching my cum with her hand and feeding it to me and then kissing me as we snowballed my cum. Eventually Josh's pace quickened and we knew he was about to cum. 

She gave him the choice he could either cum in the condom in me, and then eat it from the condom, cum on my back and clean it off, or cum on her beautiful breasts. He obviously chose the latter, so he pulled out of me, and straining at his leash and chain he tried to pull my wife to him. She scolded him and told him to be patient. I was ordered to cuff his hands behind his back, and the I slowly started wanking him, my wife came closer and his bare cock now touched her skin for the first time. He was bucking wildly and pleading with us to let him have a full orgasm, now painfully aware that if she wanted to, she could order me to ruin his fun.

She smiled sweetly and told him he had been a good guest and he could cum. I pumped him as fast as I could and I felt his orgasm rush from within him, spraying what seemed like gallons of pearly cum onto her beautiful naked breasts. When he was done she presented her breasts to him and he greedily cleaned them, licking up every inch of his cum.

As he collapsed spent, she donned her coat and left the room, leaving just myself and Josh. I untied him, released his chains and then drove him back to our original meeting point. At no point had he been in control, and he had never seen her face, but I was sure it would be a night to remember. As I puled back into our hotel, I walked to meet my wife in the bar, I realised I was the only one who had not had a full orgasm. I was still as horny as hell, and could feel my hardon rising against my wife lingerie that I still wore under my clothes. 
I found my wife at the bar as planned and she smiled, she had a wicked smile. She order her usual, a glass of wine for me, and a vodka tonic. I was surprised as vodka wasn't a drink either of us liked. I asked her who it was for, and just then a stunning brunette joined us and my introduced her as Rachel, a friend she made on the internet, with a wicked grin on her face. It looked like it was going to be a night of many firsts!



First Time



Darkness. I was alone in her room for so long I lost count. It was crazy of me to be counting when I should have been "Making myself comfortable" like she instructed me to do. To nervous, she could smell it on me, I was way too nervous or maybe I was just nervous enough. What was I thinking, there is no such thing as nervous enough, I almost exploded right then, when she grabbed my hand and lead me up those stairs. Each step I felt her grip tighten on me, I tried to grip back but I know if I did I would have hurt her. She brought me into this dark room and left. I reached for my wallet to make sure I was properly prepared for when she got back. I had to get this stupid monkey suit off before she came back in from the bathroom. I quickly threw off my jacket and shirt, next came the pants, I was at the crossroads about my underwear, on or off? Of course off only an amateur would keep anything on before getting under the sheets. 

But as I pulled them down she walked in, the light from the bathroom shining like a spotlight on me. I turned quickly but I could see was her sexy silhouette standing in the doorway. She let out what I thought was a moan of excitement, but I couldn't be sure, as she dropped her rode and stood there, waiting. I stared, naked, at her perfectly toned curved figure, her naked body seemed to glisten from the light and turn golden. She moved her hands up and down her smooth body down then up around her beasts. I couldn't imagine what she saw in me, but it that moment, "who gives a fuck". We stood there until she turned off the light and darkness penetrated the room again. She walked up to me, face to face and slipped her hands down and touched my side. I leaned in as did she until our lips touched, her warm lips and tongue. As I placed my hand on her breast, her hands gripped my thighs, and moved upward. Our tongues and lips pressed harder and harder into each other. 

As I clenched her breast she let out a soft moan. I felt my blood pump faster as her hands moved higher and higher. When she finally grabbed me in her hand, after much teasing, she rubbed and felt around for a while just coarsening. I started to move my hands down as well but like a flash she ripped her mouth away from mine and dropped down to her knees. I felt her mouth and tongue swallow me whole, I was soaring, floating high in the clouds above the darkness of the room. I don't know if this flying feeling was because or her of the weed we smoked earlier but at that moment I didn't give one shred of a shit. The faster and wetter it got the more my legs began to shake and back began to arch, I could feel my body getting ready to release. She must have felt it as well because she stopped and looked up at me, I'd imagine. She then turned and jumped on to the bed, I couldn't see at first. My eyes were still adjusting to the dark, when I heard she voice whisper almost in a moan... 

"Come to me." 

Like a shot I jumped on her in a fit of lust, I landed on top of her hard. We both clawed at each other furiously, primal like animals. We had been waiting so long. I pushed myself into her deeply, pull myself back out and in again. The hips thrusted back and forth, my cock slamming into her, the slap of my balls on her ass, her moans of pleasure filled the entire room. I could feel her nails digging into my ass as I continued to push my myself into her, hard. Until, the feel of release started to rise...Oh NO, not yet?...

"I'm gonna come! Oh, god. I'm gonna come!" 

"Do it. Come for me. Come inside me."

I tried to pull out but she locked her legs around me, I couldn't escape.

"No, I can't I..."

"Come in me. Do it!"

She wasn't as innocent as I thought. In that moment, her vagina squeezed me as if was sucking the come out of me. Trying to squeeze every drop out. I couldn't hold it, I was going blow. No, not yet. Please no. Her nails scratched across my ass cheeks and that was it. I came, loud, hard inside of her. My seed shooting deep into her cunt. Her legs not letting go until my cock was drained completely dry. We held each other in that transcendent moment, alone in the darkness, together making one.I couldn't breathe, it was if she was sucking the air right out of me then finally she loosened her grip and we separated.

"Holy shit." I felt like I had died and been resurrected.

"Don't you holy shit, cause you only got ten minutes boy. Then it's my turn."

"What?"

"You'll find out. Don't go anywhere." She walked out of the room. Again I was alone, in the dark, wondering what she meant by...

"Your turn?"

To Be Continued...



First Time



"Great season, Tess." Brenda said. "You've been terrific swimmer and an even better leader."

"Thanks Coach." Tess blushed though tried to hide it. She had had a crush on her high school swimming coach, Brenda, since freshman year. Now as a senior, her feelings had only grown stronger. She looked at the older woman out of the corner of her eye. Even now, she looked hot in a simple school t-shirt and yoga pants. And Coach's blue eyes always reflected the warmth of her personality... sweet and passionate about coaching. It was those eyes that first caught Tess' heart.

Of course it didn't hurt that Coach was as tall as her own 5'10 height. At 32, she turned the heads of her students. Tess idly wondered if Coach Brenda knew the dirty jokes the high school boys made about her.

Brenda turned to face her student and their eyes locked. Hell, Tess wondered if Coach knew about her own fantasies. Butterflies began to flutter about in her stomach.

"Anything the matter Tess?"

"Could I talk with you?" She hesitated. Would she be too obvious? "In your office?"

"Of course, let's go." Brenda motioned to the far wall of the pool. As they walked, the older woman nudged her swimmer. "Going to turnabout with anyone?"

"No." Tess looked up and returned her mentor. Those butterflies were going crazy now. "I'm not seeing anyone."

They reached the office and Brenda motioned for her before hopping up to sit the desk. Tess hesitated before closing the door and then locked it.

"A serious talk Tess? Everything alright?"

Tess saw the concern in coach's eyes and her heart melted a little more. "Nothing bad coach." Her stomach was really going crazy now. Fear stabbed an icy dagger into her heart. Before the teen ager could lose her nerve, she stepped up to Coach Brenda.

And kissed her. 

Sitting on her desk, the coach was slightly lower than Tess. As the student pressed against the woman's legs, she had to lean forward. Then, as she tried to cup the older woman's face in her hands, the Coach pulled away.

"What was that?" Unable to move away, Brenda leaned back on her elbows. "What are you thinking Tess?"

"The swim season is over. I'll be graduating in a few months."

"In a few months! You are still a student and I am a teacher." She tried to move away, but the 18 year-old remained standing over her.

"You aren't my teacher and I am not your student." She looked down, struggling not to cry.. "And you are so beautiful."

"Tess, I'm not into women." Brenda sat up and lightly touched the teen's face. "I'm married."

Tess looked back. Her blue eyes, hot with emotion, met Brenda's worried blue eyes. 

"I realize that Brenda. I'm not looking to wreck your marriage." She reached up and grabbed the woman's hand in both of hers. "I just want to make you feel good. To thank you for being such an important part of my life. For supporting me when I came out." She kissed Brenda's fingers. "For being an amazing person."

Once again, she moved quickly to press her lips against Brenda's. It felt like hours passed but the other woman didn't respond. Tess sighed inwardly and was about to break it off when Brenda leaned back in!!

Tess was so shocked, she broke the kiss off. Opening her eyes, her crush of so many years was mere inches away staring back.

Brenda whispered. "I'm old..."

"You are not! You are hot!"

"I am really not into girls. I can't..."

"Coach... Brenda, I don't want you to do anything." Tess kissed her lightly on the lips. "I just want you to enjoy what I want to do to you." She kissed her again and at the same time stepped in between the woman's legs. 

She started to pull up Brenda's t-shirt when the woman stopped her.

"You won't like what you see."

Tess smiled. "Trust me. Trust me like I've trusted you."

Slowly the woman nodded and the teen pulled off the shirt and unhooked the bra. Brenda's breasts weren't large, but each felt so nice in Tess' hands. She felt the supple skin before leaning closer to kiss each of the perky nipples. Dark pink areolas like suspected. She closed her lips over one and swirled her tongue around it. It hardened under Tess' touch. She bit it lightly before moving on to the next one.

A gasp escaped from the older woman's lips and legs encircled Tess, bringing her closer. Looking up, she had never seen such naked lust on a person's face. Again they kissed. Tongues darting around, excitement vibrated through the young woman. Her fantasy was happening!!

Eager now, she broke the kiss to nibble on the woman's ear, her neck. She began to move down, when Brenda's hands grabbed her head and stopped her.

"Sorry, you must hate my stomach."

Tess pulled back a bit and looked at the stretch marks across Brenda's stomach. She smiled up at the older woman's worried gaze. Without breaking eye contact, she softly kissed the stomach. She softly kissed the belly button. She pulled down the woman's yoga pants and underwear in one motion. 

Excitement thrilled Tess as Brenda did nothing to stop it and even opened her legs wider. She knelt down between her legs and softly kissed Brenda's caesarean scar. She softly kissed down until pubic hair tickled her chin. 

Tess leaned back. "No, Coach. Your stomach is beautiful. Like you."

Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward, extending her tongue and traced up the labia until she reached the clit. Slowly she wagged her tongue back and forth.

"Ohhhhh..." The coach breathed softly. "It's been so long."

Tess clutched at the woman's thighs and penetrated with her tongue. The taste, tart and sublime, exactly as she had imagined. She took a few more deep licks before going back to the clit. 

Playfully, she flicked it a few times before pressing her tongue hard against it. She moved her hand up and slid a finger in easily. Coach was so wet! She rubbed along the top, feeling for the bump.

"Yes, like that!" Brenda put her feet up and the teen's shoulders. "Just like that!"

Tess worked her finger faster, kissing the inner thighs. She looked up and saw her coach's eyes closed, enveloped in the moment. She looked stunning!

Leaning forward Tess licked as she continued with her finger, relishing the taste again. The teen moved her tongue quickly back and forth. The coach dripping, getting even wetter with excitement.

Two hands clutched Tess' hair. Brenda's pussy convulsed around her finger! The hands pulled her tight keeping her tongue against the woman's pussy, but she needn't have bothered. Tess eagerly continued licking. Excitement causing pleasure to ripple her own body.

She had fantasized about this moment so many times!

Had she cum just from licking her crush? She tentatively reached down and slipped a finger under her skirt and panties. An electric shock of pleasure jolted her. 

Tess lost her balance and pitched forward against the older woman.

"Oh, I'm sorry Tess. I shouldn't have grabbed your head like that!"

Tess smiled. "That was hot Brenda, I lost my balance for... ummm... different reasons."

The 18 year-old leaned forward to kiss that beautiful pussy one more time. She kissed her way up her coach's body until they were eye level. She slowly leaned forward to kiss Brenda on the lips and the coach kissed back!

Their tongues danced and Tess shivered in pleasure.

Finally they broke apart.

"That was wonderful, Tess." Brenda stroked her hair. "But we can't do it ever again."

"Did I really do a good job?"

"Of course! I haven't orgasmed that quickly in a long time!" The coach asked. "But why are you so unsure of yourself?"

"That was my..." Tess blushed and stuttered out. "Th-th-that was the first time I have gone down on woman."

Brenda looked shocked. "But you've been out for over a year now!"

"Yes, but I've only made out with girlfriends. I wanted my first time to be special."

Tess leaned forward and softly kissed the coach again. "Thanks."



First Time



Priya blinked nervously as Andrew finished tying her hand up above her head. As he finished, he stepped back and saw her furrowed brow and anxious eyes. 

"Are you ok? You're sure you want to do this?" he asked. His forehead knotted together in concern. 

Priya licked her lower lip and held it between her teeth before nodding. "Yeah. I'm sure. You'll take it slow, though?" 

Andrew smirked. "That's not really what tonight is about, is it? All set? Comfortable?" 

"Well, not really," Priya replied. She was standing against the wall of their basement, legs spread apart in a wide stance, with thick leather straps wrapped around her ankles and tied to the solid metal frame of the squat rack. Her arms were similarly stretched out and tied to opposite corners above her head. "I'm a little cold." Priya was wearing her old University of Minnesota shirt, but the thin gray fabric did little to protect her from the basement's chill. And with her arms up over her head, the shirt barely covered the waistband of her comfortable black panties. Her nipples, hardened from the cold, were clearly visible. Her skin pimpled with goosebumps as she shivered. She felt distinctly unsexy. 

"Ok, I think you're all set. Just one more piece and then we'll be ready to start." Andrew rifled through a black duffel bag next to their elaborate exercise equipment-turned sex cage. He turned back to Priya with a black leather blindfold in his hand. He placed it gently on Priya's face, careful not to pull her hair. Even though her vision was completely black, she could feel his face in front of hers. 

"Remember, sweetpea, you're my wifey and I love you. But when I come back downstairs, you're going to be nothing but a little sex toy for me to use. Ok?" 

"I know baby. I love you too," she replied. 

"And you remember the rules?" 

"Yeah." 

"Tell me again before we start," Andrew said. 

Priya took a deep breath. "Rule number one: I'm yours, completely. I must obey you, speak only when spoken to, and address you as 'Sir' at all times." 

"Good. Number two?" 

"Everything that happens here is just for fantasy, and I will remember that you love me and only me." 

"And the last one?" 

"If it's too much, I can say freeze and everything will stop until I say so." 

"That's right. Remember, this is just for fun - if it stops being fun, you can always stop it." Priya felt a little bit warmer, even though the temperature hadn't changed. 

"I love you," she said. 

"I love you, too," he replied. His lips pressed gently against hers. "Be back in a minute." She heard his footsteps moving away from her, and then the creaking of the wooden steps as he left the basement. 

Priya shivered again. 

* * * 

Andrew was gone for a lot longer than a minute. Blindfolded, tied up, Priya had no way of knowing how much time had passed. It was long enough for her to get a little bored. She felt quite silly, distinctly unsexy. She was nervous about what Andrew would do to her in this vulnerable position. Priya felt her heart start to race and tried to calm herself with some deep breaths. She was his, completely. 

Just as she was starting to wonder what he could be doing, she heard the creak of the stairs again. This time, she was having a hard time picking out each footstep - it almost sounded like there were more than one set of feet coming down. Her heart immediately started racing. She wasn't ready for this. 

Priya felt, rather than heard, Andrew approaching her. He pulled the blindfold off of her face, revealing a basement that was quite different than she remembered. All of the weights and boxes, the junk cluttering the basement, was stacked neatly out of sight. Instead, a large carpet covered the concrete floor, with a small wooden chair in the middle. Christmas lights strung up around the ceiling provided a soft ambient light; it made her blink after spending so much time blindfolded in the dark. As her vision adjusted, she could see clearly - Andrew was standing in front of her, watching her face. Behind him, eyeing Priya with a casual smirk, was another woman. 

Her skin was a dark ebony, smooth and flawless. She was tall - just a bit taller than Andrew, actually - with a thin, athletic body. Her curly hair came down almost to her neck, framing a face with raised eyebrows above dark, black eyes. Her arms were crossed under her ample breasts, barely covered by a purple, low-cut V-neck shirt. She had wide hips that were cocked slightly to one side, supported by long, graceful legs that were mostly visible below a white miniskirt. Her high heels were silver and shiny. 

Priya immediately felt paralyzed. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought back tears. 

"What do you think of the decorations?" Andrew asked. 

Before Priya could reply, the strange woman spoke. "I like the idea, but I thought you said she was hot?" 

"She is, once you get her out of those clothes," Andrew said. 

"Yeah, what the fuck?" the stranger said. "Didn't she know that this was supposed to be hot? And she wore that?" 

Andrew bent over the duffel bag again. "Here you go, Melissa," he said as he handed the woman a pair of scissors. "You can cut off whatever you want while I get the music set up." 

Melissa took the scissors and approached Priya. She looked her in the eyes from just a few inches away and spoke in a condescending tone: "Try to pay attention, baby. I'm going to show you how to do a lot of things tonight." 

Priya sniffed back tears and thought about using her safeword. What would he think, if she called it off so soon? How long had he been planning this? Would he be upset? And how the fuck does he know this girl? 

Even as she was contemplating ending it, Melissa turned the scissors down at the collar of Priya's old, favorite, shirt and sliced the front open down the middle. Her breasts were partially exposed, but her nipples still covered by the open flaps of fabric. As Melissa's gaze followed the scissors down, she saw Priya's panties clearly. 

"Granny panties? Seriously? Damn, girl, no wonder your man called me." With a few careful snips, Priya's panties fell to the floor in pieces. The cool basement air felt slightly uncomfortable against her exposed pussy. Her recent waxing had left her skin bare and sensitive. 

"Alright, I'm all set whenever you are," Andrew called out. He was seated in the chair, wearing a pair of loose gym shorts and a T-shirt. Priya could see that he was already starting to get aroused. 

Melissa turned away from Priya and bent over beside the duffel bag. Priya could see a thin strip of fabric between her round, tight ass cheeks as the miniskirt failed to hide anything. Suddenly, music filled the basement - there must have been a stereo beside the bag. Melissa looked back over her shoulder at Priya. 

"Watch this, sweetheart. This is what it means to strip for your man." 

Melissa turned back to focus her attention on Andrew as she started to sway her hips and shoulders. Her body moved in time with the bass-heavy music, each step exuding confidence. Priya saw Andrew's face, focused on her body with a wide grin on his face. She crossed her arms and grabbed her shirt to pull it over her head, revealing a lacy purple bra and a tight, flat, stomach. Next, she turned away from Andrew and bent over at the waist. Priya was sure from his expression that Andrew had a perfect view of her ass, but all she could see was Melissa's ample cleavage as she leaned forward. Melissa gave Priya another smirk before straightening and continuing to dance. 

Priya looked on in envy at Melissa's body. Even more than her body, though, she envied Melissa's confidence. Melissa knew she was sexy, and knew the effect that she could have on men. Priya suddenly wished she wasn't so exposed. 

Melissa continued her dance by kicking off her high heels, and turning to grind her ass against Andrew's crotch. 

"Oh, I think he likes it!" Melissa said. She slipped her miniskirt down past her ankles to reveal a matching purple thong. As she turned around, Priya could see even more clearly the ass she had only glimpsed earlier. It was round, and firm, without a single imperfection. For the first time, Priya forgot about her restraints and felt a tingle between her legs. She could easily see how Andrew (or anyone, for that matter), would be attracted to an ass like this. 

Melissa had pulled the waistband of Andrew's gym shorts down to expose his throbbing erection. Priya had never seen it this large, or this hard - she could see the pulsations from across the room. Melissa stroked it with both hands, slowly, before leaning forward to slide her tongue slowly up the entire length of the shaft. Andrew let out an involuntary moan as his head fell backwards and his eyes closed. 

"You ready to learn how to suck a dick the right way?" Melissa asked Priya. Andrew stood up, pulled his shirt off over his head, and walked across the room to stand in front of Priya. Melissa didn't wait for a response before dropping to her knees and starting to aggressively suck his cock. She used both hands, one wrapped around the base of his shaft and one cupping his balls as her head bobbed back and forth. Her curls bounced wildly. 

"Pri, are you watching?" Andrew asked in between gasps of ecstasy. 

Priya was distracted by the expression on his face. She loved seeing him like this, in the throes of pleasure, totally ignoring everything else. He turned to look at her and opened his eyes. 

"Pri? What are you supposed to do when I ask you a question?" he asked. 

Priya was jerked out of her reverie. "Yes, sir," she said. "I'm watching, sir." 

Andrew stepped back from Melissa. "Not quick enough. Now you're going to have to be punished." As he stepped towards Priya, Melissa remained on her knees but reached behind her back to open her bra. Andrew flung Priya's tattered shirt open, leaving her completely exposed. 

"Now you're going to lose your rags," he said as he gestured to Melissa. She picked up the pair of scissors off the floor and stepped up directly in front of Priya. Her dark breasts were large, but perky. Her nipples were firm and erect, almost jet black. She reached both arms around Priya to cut through the back of her shirt. In doing so, Melissa's hard nipples and firm breasts pressed against Priya's own chest. Melissa's skin was warm, and Priya gasped at how pleasurable the feeling was. Too soon, Melissa broke the embrace and let the pieces of Priya's favorite shirt fall to the floor. 

"Melissa isn't just good at going down on men, you know," Andrew said. "Why don't you show her?" 

Melissa smiled and returned to her knees in front of Priya. She started kissing Priya's bare abdomen just below the belly button, slowly working her way down to Priya's pubic mound but stopping above her clit. From the corner of her eye, Priya could see Andrew stroking his own cock as he watched. Now Melissa's tongue explore the crevices between her legs and labia, tickling her slightly but causing waves of pleasure as well. Priya flexed her legs against the restraints, but had no range of motion. She felt her pussy respond to Melissa's tongue, and grow wet with anticipation. Moving in slow circles, Melissa's tongue got closer and closer to the clit. 

Next, Melissa reached up with her hands to spread Priya's labia and pull back the hood of her clit. As the tongue finally found the most sensitive part of her, Priya gasped and cried out. 

"Please! Please fuck me!" 

Melissa immediately stopped and pulled her head and hands away. 

"Priya, you know the rules. You're not supposed to speak unless we ask you a question," Andrew said calmly. "Melissa, why don't you show her how to properly fuck a man?" 

Melissa turned away from Priya, and started kissing Andrew's neck while she guided his hand between her legs. Andrew moaned as Melissa's other hand grasped his rigid cock. Priya could see his fingers slip under her thong, and pumped back and forth inside of her. Melissa threw her head back and gave a moan that Priya was sure was exaggerated. As he withdrew his hand, Priya could see it was shiny and wet. Andrew reached toward Priya's face with his first two fingers. 

"Taste her," he said. Priya obediently opened her mouth and took his two fingers deeply. She sucked the juices off, reveling in their taste. It was sweet, but tangy, and with just a hint of a coppery metallic taste. Priya wondered if she tasted nearly as good. As Andrew was busy, Melissa bent over to pull her thong down to the floor before kicking it off at Priya's face. The wet material bPried her cheek before landing on her shoulder. Priya flinched involuntarily, making a small noise of surprise. 

Andrew clucked his tongue. "Again? Priya, you seem to have a problem speaking out of turn. We'll have to do something about that." He picked up the damp thong from Priya's shoulder. "Open your mouth." Priya complied obediently. He wadded up the wet fabric and crammed it inside of her waiting mouth. Instantly, Priya's mouth watered as her tongue was flooded with Melissa's taste. 

Melissa turned away from Priya again and bent over on the floor. She kept her tight ass in the air as she rested her face on the floor. With both hands, she reached back to spread her cheeks. With this clear view, Priya could now see that she had a plug in her ass the entire time. She could also see Melissa's perfectly waxed pussy, already dripping wet in anticipation of her husband's cock. 

Andrew got on his knees behind her and thrust his bare cock deep inside of her tight pussy. Melissa moaned. She bucked her hips as she rocked back and forth, sliding Andrew's cock almost all the way out before plunging back to take his entire length inside. 

"You see what she's doing, Pri?" Andrew asked. "You see how well she fucks?" 

Priya, her mouth still full of Melissa's thong, just nodded in silence. Seeing her husband in such ecstasy made her own pussy ache for his cock. She strained with all four limbs against her restraints, but couldn't move more than an inch. As she watched, Andrew made expressions and noises she had never seen before. 

Melissa reached back and removed her butt plug. It was slippery with lube. 

"What should we do with this?" she asked Andrew. He pulled his cock out and sat back on his legs, breathing heavily. 

"Why don't you warm her up for me?" Andrew said, gesturing to Priya. 

Melissa stood up, eyeing Priya with sultry eyes, and walked to the other side of the squat rack. Priya couldn't turn her head far enough to see her, but she felt Melissa lightly tracing across her back with her nails. Melissa reached around with her free hand to cup Priya's breast, tenderly at first but then aggressively twisting her erect nipple. Priya let out another involuntary moan, and her other breast burned with desire for the same attention. Fortunately, Andrew didn't seem to notice the noise as he masturbated furiously at the sight. 

Melissa's hand traced down Priya's spine to the top of her ass crack, where it gently spread her cheeks apart. Melissa's tongue started tracing furious circles as it worked closer and closer to Priya's asshole. Priya tried to clench her cheeks together, but Melissa was too strong. Eventually her tongue was darting gently inside of Priya's asshole, and she felt herself relax against her will as she was overcome with pleasure. Slowly, Melissa started to introduce her fingers into Priya's asshole. Priya felt herself being stretched far more than she ever had before - but there was no pain. Melissa was clearly well-practiced, and the stretching just increased the intensity of the ache in her clit. 

Suddenly, Priya felt a new fullness, and knew that the plug was inside of her. She gasped, almost choking on the thong in her mouth. Andrew stopped touching himself long enough to pull it out as Priya coughed. 

"You ok?" he asked, suddenly breaking character. 

Priya nodded as her eyes watered slightly. "Yes, sir." 

"Why don't we find another use for your mouth, then. Melissa?" Andrew walked back to the chair and sat down, his hard cock pointing to the ceiling. 

Melissa took her time looking through the duffel bag before pulling out a collar and placing it around Priya's neck. She reached above their heads to loosen Priya's hands, giving Priya a face full of her perky breasts. Rather than untie Priya completely, she loosened the restraints just enough so that Priya could kneel on the ground. Melissa bound Priya's wrists together behind her back. Priya opened her mouth, ready to take his cock deep in her throat. 

"Did I say to open your mouth?" Andrew asked, teasingly. 

"No sir," Priya replied, closing her mouth and swallowing the saliva that had filled her mouth involuntarily. 

"Now you're going to have to wait for it even longer," Andrew said. 

Melissa strode purposefully to the chair and straddled him. With one arm, she clung to his broad shoulders and pressed her chest against Andrew's. With the other, she reached back to grab his cock and guide it into her asshole. She moaned and arched her back away from him, thrusting her breasts into his face as his cock was completely buried in her ass. Priya watched in amazement as she thrust her whole body up and down on his cock. So this was what real anal sex is like, she thought. 

The seconds stretched into minutes as she watched Andrew's face. Priya felt herself clench involuntarily around the butt plug in her ass, imagining it was his cock instead. 

"Do you like watching this?" Andrew asked. 

"Yes, sir," Priya replied obediently. "I love watching you pleasured, sir." 

Andrew tapped Melissa's leg and she removed herself from his lap. Andrew stood up, and positioned himself standing in front of Priya's kneeling face. Rather than facing her directly. Andrew stood with his cock pointing to Priya's left, so she had a direct profile view. He snapped and pointed to the floor, and Melissa immediately knelt down, facing Priya on the other side of Andrew's cock. 

Priya locked eyes with Melissa, staring at each other around Andrew's hard dick. Without a word, Melissa reached up to stroke his cock while leaning forward to kiss Priya passionately on the lips. Priya was startled, but then felt her own lips part to admit Melissa's probing tongue. The kisses grew more and more fierce, and suddenly Andrew's cock was in the middle. Their mouths opened around it, covering it with strokes from their tongues as they kissed both the cock and each other. 

Andrew moaned and swore. "Fuck, you girls feel so good. Don't stop. Don't stop!" 

But Melissa pulled away and lay on her back on the thick carpet. With one finger, she gestured for Andrew to come to her. He turned away from Priya, even as she strained her neck to continue sucking his cock. Melissa spread her legs wide, revealing a beautiful pink pussy, swollen with arousal and shiny with wetness. Priya watched as Andrew fell on top of her, driving his hard cock deep inside of Melissa and moaning with pleasure. She watched his hips rise and fall, seeing Melissa's hands wrapped around his back to hold him close. 

With a tremendous scream, Andrew exploded deep inside of her. Melissa remained laying on her back as Andrew slowly extracted himself and walked around the cage to behind Priya. Melissa began to rub her clit with two fingers, and Andrew's cum slowly leaked out of her pussy, down towards her asshole. Priya felt Andrew untying her restraints. Her legs were freed to move, and her arms were released from the metal frame, but her wrists were still tied together behind her back. Andrew dragged her across the floor on her knees until she was kneeling between Melissa's still-spread legs. 

Priya felt Andrew's hand on the back of her head, forcing her down to Melissa's engorged pussy. 




First Time



"Now eat it," he said. "Eat my cum out of her." 

Priya leaned forward, her hair falling in her face, as her lips met Melissa's pussy. She used her tongue to scoop the cum out of her vagina - it was an enormous load. She couldn't believe how much cum Andrew had left inside of her. Melissa continued to rub her clit and Priya worked her way around the vulva, careful to lap up every drop of cum with her tongue. She worked her way down to where the cum had reached Melissa's asshole. As her tongue reached inside, desperate for just one more drop of his load, Melissa moaned with pleasure. 

Priya's pussy and clit burned with desire. Just as she was unsure if she would be able to continue, she felt Andrew's hand on her hip, and felt the butt plug slip out of her. It was almost immediately replaced by his still-hard cock. He drove himself deep inside of her, stretching her even more than Melissa and the plug had. Priya felt tears of ecstasy escape her eyes. 

"Did I say you could stop pleasuring Melissa?" Andrew asked. 

Priya's eyes snapped open again and she used to tongue to attack Melissa's asshole with a renewed ferocity. She could feel Melissa's legs tense waves around her head. Andrew drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her with building intensity. Priya felt herself growing flushed as she struggled to keep focused on her task. 

Their moans became intertwined, building in volume, as all three approached orgasm. Abruptly, they all collapsed in a shuddering pile of pleasure - Priya felt Andrew's cock unleash a second enormous load of cum deep in her ass, even as Melissa's body erupted in uncontrollable tremors. Priya felt all of her muscles clench at once as pleasure exploded from her clit and radiated throughout her body. Trapped between two hot, sweaty bodies, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She was so glad she hadn't used her safe word.