2 comments/ 122840 views/ 4 favorites Sarah By: quietheron Daniel and I had been together almost a year. I had moved to Portland for a teaching job and didn't know anyone, but had hooked up with Daniel in the spring of my first year at the high school. He'd come into my classroom to recruit students for summer jobs maintaining trails in the city parks. He was handsome with his brown eyes and golden hair, and he was smart and funny without being cynical and his professional life was devoted to making a difference in kids' lives. I couldn't help but fall for him. Daniel was a Portland native, and I fell into his group of friends. When the weather was good, we hiked and kayaked and mountain biked all around the Columbia Gorge and over to the coast. During the winter about once a month, we met with another couple. They had all known each other in college. At his place or theirs, we'd have dinner and then watch corny comedies and the occasional foreign flick when one of us was feeling the need for greater intellectualism than the Airplane series could offer. The evening that changed my relationship to Daniel and his friends, Jamie had cooked an excellent dinner and we settled down on their huge, soft, couch. Jamie and Steve had rented "Y Tu Máma También". I had heard it was good, and was excited to watch something in Spanish because as a teacher in an urban school I was always trying to practice my skills, reaching out to as many students as possible. The movie took me by surprise. It was in Spanish, all right, but opened up right away with a young couple having sex. You could see his penis and her pubic hair. The movie was a comedy too, but it was the closest thing to pornography that I had ever seen. It was so much about sex that as I was leaning against Daniel I was busily making plans for seducing him when I got home. Daniel's arm was stretched out against the back of the couch and he let it fall to my collarbone. I looked up to kiss his smooth jaw and then he let his hand fall further. He squeezed my breast. "Stop!" I whispered with embarrassment, my entire side tingling from his touch. "I'm not stopping," he whispered back. He grinned, and circled my breast and fingered my nipple, which hardened. "Jamie and Steve!" I hissed, with a quick jerk of my chin in their direction. "I don't think they mind too much," he said. "Look at them." With Daniel's hand still pinching my nipple, I turned my head over my shoulder and saw that Jamie's head was in Steve's lap. His khaki pants were open and his penis was out, completely erect. His penis seemed thicker than Daniel's. It was darker. Jamie was kissing and licking the tip and then she took him in her mouth, her hand gripping the base, squeezing it up and down. Steve was caressing her lower back, his hand under her light blouse. I froze. Daniel felt it. "Sarah, it's ok. Relax." He took his hand off my breast and moved it to my neck and gently massaged the base of my head. My thoughts were spinning. I had gone from watching the movie and fantasizing about sex with Daniel to a situation that I had no familiarity with. "Are you ok?" Daniel asked. I had not turned back around to see Jamie and Steve since my first glimpse of them in this new scene. What was I supposed to say? I'm a teacher, I'm supposed to be so straight, I have always shown good judgment around sex and drugs and alcohol, my panties are wet? This is exciting, let's do more? I took a breath and took a plunge into the complete unknown. "I think so," I said, and stretched my nervous lips into something I hoped Daniel would take for a smile. He turned to face me and looked at me seriously. He started kissing me then, as if he believed that I was willing to give a try to whatever was going to happen. He rubbed my breasts through my shirt. My pulse was racing and my breathing became shallow. I leaned into him and then he broke off kissing me and looked over my shoulder. I felt him nod. As I turned to see what he was communicating to Jamie and Steve, he pressed my shoulders into the back of the couch. Jamie was still going down on Steve. She felt us move and looked up, smiling. Her blond hair framed her face and fell forward from where she'd tucked it behind her elfin ears. "Sarah," she said, still holding Steve's penis, "we've been doing this group thing every now and then since college and we think you're cool and Steve and I thought tonight we'd just go for it. We don't have to do anything more than what we're doing now, but I've been dying to see you and Daniel together so I'm hoping for more." She looked up at me from Steve's lap, his penis waving against her cheek. Steve's head was thrown back on the couch, his eyes half closed. "Ok," I said. I was at a loss for words. Jamie gave me a big smile and reached over to clasp my knee. Steve roused himself to look at me directly, and I felt Daniel fumbling at the little buttons down the spine of my demure little cotton blouse. He pushed the shirt off my shoulders and undid my bra. "Hang on!" Jamie said, jumping off the couch. "I think this calls for some pictures, don't you? First time and everything?" She went to a cabinet in the entertainment center and pulled out a small digital camera. "Do you mind being documented?" she asked. "Uh...ok," I consented, as Daniel drew me back to lean on him, rubbing my now naked breasts. As soon as I had said ok, Steve had heaved himself off the couch, not bothering to close his pants. His penis pointing at the ceiling, he went to the same cabinet as Jamie and pulled out a video camera and tripod, which he set up quickly and with assurance. Daniel flicked his tongue over my neck and ear. "This will be fun," he whispered to me. "You'll be ok. We'll take the lead unless you really want to break out on your own." I could feel his erection through his jeans, and had we been at home, I would have had his jeans down around his ankles, but I felt terribly shy and nervous. I could only sit there while they did all the work. While I concentrated on kissing Daniel, Jamie was taking picture after picture, and Steve was operating the video, occasionally reaching down to give his penis a few quick jerks. It didn't seem to me that he needed any help keeping it up at this point. "Daniel, take off Sarah's skirt," Steve directed. Daniel gathered the long folds of my skirt and I lifted my butt so he could pull it over my head. It was now clear to everyone that my underwear of choice were silk boxers, wet at the crotch. "Nice!" said Jamie. "I bet those are comfortable." I could only nod, and then Daniel was tugging them over my hips and pushing them down to the floor. I crossed my legs. I was now the only fully naked person in the room, which was suddenly exciting to me. I was beginning to overcome my initial shock. I was feeling less numb, and I smiled. "Yeah, baby," Steve said. "Sarah, would you cup your breasts and finger your nipples?" I did so. My breasts are small, but Daniel tells me he likes their shape and my pink nipples. He's gotten me to trim my pubic hair, which I had never done before I met him. "Daniel, would you gently help Sarah spread her legs for us?" Jamie asked. Daniel nuzzled my neck and with his hands softly pushed my legs apart. I moved my hands to my sides. Daniel then spread my labia, and Jamie came in with her camera for close up shots of my vagina. Daniel licked his finger and began rubbing my clitoris. My hips bucked. I had never been in this situation before. The exposure made me embarrassed and made me want more. "Ummm, nice, Sarah," Daniel whispered in my ear. "Why don't you play with yourself for a bit?" I immediately put my fingers where his had just been, rubbing my clitoris in circles with a flat hand. I dipped two of my fingers into my now dripping vagina, pumping in and out. Just trying something new, no one had ever seen me masturbate before, made me arch my back against the couch. I pressed out my chest. Daniel began sucking on my nipple and played with the other one. Jamie continued taking pictures and Steve continued filming until I was just about ready for an orgasm. I was very close. I was panting. "Ok, Jamie, enough with the camera," I heard Steve say. I opened my eyes. He was rubbing his penis up and down, but had left the video on. He went back to his place on the couch, still rubbing his penis. I felt Daniel's breath near my ear again. "Relax for a moment and just watch these two," he said, moving his hand from my nipple to my crotch. He squeezed gently. I wanted more but he wasn't going to give it to me just then. "Take off your clothes," Steve ordered Jamie. She pulled off her blouse and bra in one movement and her shorts and thong in the next. She was shaved completely bald. She inserted one finger between her labia and began rubbing herself in front of Steve. "Jamie, how many men did you jack off this week?" he asked in a conversational tone. My eyes widened. Daniel pinched my labia together as if to divert my attention from Steve's veiled hostility. Jamie was a massage therapist in a chiropractor's office. I assumed she gave massages and that was it. Were they playing? I couldn't tell. "Seven," she said, and my eyes widened again. Daniel opened my labia and flicked my clitoris. "Did they tip you?" asked Steve. "Yeah, of course," she answered. "How many guys did you blow?" "Three," she answered, now rubbing her vagina and pinching a nipple. For real? I wondered. Daniel's finger moved down to the opening of my vagina and used my wetness to lubricate the length of my vulva. I sighed and pushed myself into his hand. "How many guys did you fuck?" Steve asked, his voice harder. "Two," Jamie said. She looked sincere. My jaw dropped when I saw Steve pull his belt out from the belt loops in his pants. He doubled it. "Get over here," he said to Jamie. She went to him and climbed over his knees. Daniel whispered in my ear, "It's ok; Jamie feels bad and this is a way for her to feel better. They've talked about it and processed it. Don't worry." I looked at the soles of Jamie's feet, pointed towards me and Daniel, and up her long, muscled legs to her bare bottom. Steve began counting, "Seven hand jobs, three blow jobs, and two guys you fucked. That makes twelve. I hit, you count." And that's what they did, he striking her tanned butt with his leather belt as it turned red and she counting with as much control in her voice as she could muster. All the while Daniel rubbed my vagina and moved his fingers in and out. My cheeks were flushed. Jamie sank to her knees on the floor. I felt Daniel nudging me to stand up, so I did, not knowing why. Daniel unbuttoned his fly and I watched his penis come out. "Suck my cock, Jamie," my boyfriend said. She crawled over to the couch between his knees and took the tip into her mouth. I liked watching. "Sarah, it's your turn," Steve said. "Get over my knees." I didn't question. I just did it, but I turned around so that I could continue watching Jamie sucking on my boyfriend's penis. Steve dropped his hand between my legs and pushed them apart, rubbing me where Daniel had been moments before. Both Daniel's arms were flung wide over the back of the couch, his eyes closed. Jamie was watching his face. "How many students did you deprive of an education this week, Sarah?" Steve asked me, continuing to rub my vagina. His penis was wedged between my hip and his abdomen, and I could feel it move as he shifted his hips. "What?" I asked. "How many students did you send out to the hall during classes?" he asked. I thought about it, my thoughts about school crashing into this situation where I now found myself. Steve continued stroking my entire length, from my clitoris all the way up to my anus. It was hard to concentrate and I was in such a different state of mind than the one I was typically in when I stood up in front of my students. "Six," I said, picturing their faces and feeling uncomfortable about thinking of them while I was laid out naked on someone's knee, his penis pressed to my side. "How many students did you send to the office or detention during class?" he asked. "Three," I answered. "How many failed a test or a quiz this week, Sarah?" This was a harder question. I have 142 students, for math and science. The math class had had a quiz, and the science classes had had a unit test. It was mid-year and right before spring break and their attention was wandering away from school. Steve flicked my clitoris. I moaned and rested my forehead on my hands. "So how many failed?" he asked again. "I'm not sure," I answered. Steve thrust four of his fingers into my vagina. "Make an estimate," he said. "Probably nineteen or twenty," I said. I felt Steve shake his head above me. "Daniel," he said, "That's an awful lot." I looked at Daniel, who was in a haze from Jamie's attention to his penis. Daniel shrugged. "Use your palm," he said. "Not your belt." I was going to get spanked. I had known that. The whole thing seemed unreal. I was excited and getting close to an orgasm again. Steve withdrew his fingers. "Who got the lowest score on the test?" I answered, "A boy named Justin. He got a twelve percent on the cell biology test." "Twelve percent!" Steve said, his fingers continuing to thrust in and out of my vagina. "Why didn't you help him prepare better? Nevermind. You just pretend that Justin is standing in front of you with his pants down, jacking off, watching his favorite pretty teacher get the spanking of her life. He'd love to see this!" Jamie pulled herself off Daniel's penis and the two of them sat on the couch to watch Steve spank me. Daniel held his penis lightly. "You're counting to twenty-nine, Sarah. I'll spank, you count." He pulled his fingers out of my vagina and spanked me with his open hand. "One," I whispered. "I can't hear you!" he said and spanked me again. "Two," I said, louder. Steve got to fifteen and then stopped. My butt was on fire. My nipples were brushing the soft fabric of the couch and I was still very aroused. "I hope you're still imagining Justin standing over there. He's about to blow his wad. On the other hand, my hand is getting tired. Daniel?" Daniel looked at me. I watched Steve pick up the belt from where he'd dropped it after whipping Jamie. He folded it in half. "May I?" he asked, again to Daniel. He opened my legs again and fingered me. "She's wet. I think she wants it," he said. "Go for it," said Daniel. Steve pressed his free hand between my shoulder blades as if to keep me on his lap. I heard the leather swish through the air and smack my skin. It hurt, more than his hand, but I knew he wasn't hitting me as hard as he'd hit Jamie. "Sixteen," I choked out. "Ok, that's good. You're brave. Suck my cock," Steve said quickly. I slid to the floor and took his penis in my mouth. The glans was as soft as Daniel's but the shaft was much thicker. I encircled it with one hand, pumped it, and cupped his testicles with my other hand. My butt felt totally chapped and I thought about that while I licked and sucked the tip, pumped his shaft and tickled his balls. I rubbed his penis all over my face and licked his shaft and then took his balls in my mouth. Steve slouched and slid forward. I pressed my thumb into his perineum. "Yeah, baby," he said softly. I felt a small hand cup my genitalia from my behind. I stopped sucking Steve and looked over my shoulder. Jamie used the pressure of her hand to tell me to stand up. She stood behind me and licked my neck, pinched my nipple and fiddled with my clitoris. "You'd better undress Daniel," she said. It was with reluctance that I stepped away from her and looked at Daniel on the end of the couch, where he was watching the three of us, still fully dressed, with only his penis out, like Steve. He stopped rubbing it as I pulled his shirt over his head and pulled his pants and boxers down. Daniel placed his hands on my hips and then spun me so that my back was to him. "I'm going to fuck you on this couch doggie," he said. So I got onto the couch on all fours and he took me from behind. Jamie was right below me, and Steve, now naked, was on top, pumping in and out of her. Jamie was playing with her clitoris hard. Daniel reached around and picked up one of my hands and placed it on Jamie's breast. I kneaded it and then leaned down to take her nipple in my mouth. I had never touched a woman in this way before. Jamie took her hands and began playing with my breasts. I could smell the scent of her vagina as she moved them past my face. Jamie stopped playing with my breasts and began to edge herself under me, Steve following and pumping her, almost pushing her under me. Daniel pressed my hips down, following me as I sank onto Jamie's mouth. Her tongue was warm and wet and circled my clitoris and labia as Daniel thrust in and out. I was breathing so fast I felt I had been running a race, and I began to whimper from the pleasure of having two people working on one most sensitive spot. Steve reached over and pinched my nipple, hard enough to make me lose concentration. I looked at him. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it down to where he and Jamie were connected. Daniel continued with the same steady rocking and Jamie continued with her warm mouth. "Lick us," he said. So I did, holding myself up with my arms, bent at the elbows. Steve's pubic hair was wiry but Jamie was smooth. I licked them as they ground against each other until I felt a gathering tension in my abdomen, legs and vagina. I lifted my mouth off Jamie's clitoris and cried out, "More! More!" The waves of my orgasm left me heaving for air, but I hungrily went back to Jamie and Steve. I felt a sudden coolness as Jamie's mouth left my vagina and she cried out, wordless. Steve pulled out and sprayed his semen over my mouth and her vagina. I rested my cheek against her mons and panted. Steve caressed my shoulders and back. I could tell that Daniel was getting close. He grabbed my hips and pulled them up to press my butt to his thighs and I felt his penis grow longer. He came inside me and then withdrew and sprayed my anus and Jamie's forehead and hair before collapsing over my back. I kept my hips up high for Jamie to breathe. We just rested there for what seemed like ten minutes. Then Steve and Daniel sat back on their ends of the couch. Daniel pulled me to his lap and Jamie stretched on her back and smiled, her hair wet and stiff. She fingered my soaking vagina. "I guess you adjusted to this new level of friendship," she said. "Let's get some final pictures." She picked up the digital camera and got a few shots of my wet face and several close-ups of my vagina. On the way home in the car, after quick showers at Steve and Jamie's, Daniel asked me quietly, "That was ok?" "Yeah," I said. "I couldn't believe it." "You want more?" he asked. "I could have sex all night with you now," I said. He smiled. "Will you do this again? I mean, with Steve and Jamie?" I lifted my skirt and began playing with myself with abandon by way of answering. Daniel could not have looked more pleased. Sarah This story is faction – i.e. it is based on fact but certain license has been taken with those facts. It is a story told to me by a friend about him and his wife. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. We and they are very good friends, and we have been involved in some mutual erotic encounters, so I can rely on the truth behind the facts. I hope you enjoy it, and comments about the story will be shown to the couple who were involved. Sarah and I are very relaxed about nudity, in the right places. We do not normally indulge in exhibitionism, but will happily go about the house naked in our own company, sunbathe in our garden or visit the clothes optional beaches when on holiday. My name is Ken, and Sarah is my wife of 12 years. We are both in our early thirties, Sarah is a very bubbly brunette, very fit and with a body that displays her regular exercise regime – at 5'4" she is a 34D-24-36 and weighs in at 120 lb. I am not so fastidious, and at 5'11", weigh 180 lb but maintain a fairly good shape with it, perhaps a little more than I should have on the waist line, but still reasonable. We mix in a wide social circle which contains many extroverts, and all of us are more than willing to let our hair down and have a party, some of which can be a little wild, with occasionally lots of flesh on show. This tends to be at fancy dress functions, where people will turn up in some pretty revealing costumes. One such party we were invited to was to turn out to be more than a little different. One of the group had heard about the idea of a "Come as you are caught" party. The idea is that a small number of the group are nominated to turn up at the various party goers houses in the days before the party, and take a Polaroid of those attending. You are then required to come to the party in the same dress. There are two provisos; that if you are naked, you can wear a robe, and if you are barefoot you can add shoes. A guest list of about 50 was put together, and three guys were nominated to take the pictures, Ian, Paul and Danny. The invitations were sent out and everyone was asked to send back a reply agreeing to the conditions, so that there would be no ill-feelings or embarrassment. Sarah and I were due to attend a dinner night with some clients of mine about 3 days before the party, and we were getting ready when the door bell went. I had just got out of the shower, and had on my boxers, so I grabbed my dressing gown, which is a thin brushed nylon robe that comes about half way down my thighs, and went down, leaving Sarah to continue getting ready. It turned out to be Paul who immediately took a picture of me, and demanded to see Sarah. Sarah and I had discussed this eventuality, and had decided to go exactly as we were caught. Knowing that, I led Paul upstairs, but was wondering if she would go through with it. "Sarah", I called, "Its Paul come to take your picture." Silence, although I knew she was in the bedroom. After a long pregnant pause, a rather hesitant response. "OK, you'd better come on in then." I pushed open the door to see Sarah standing in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but her black and red suspenders and seamed stockings. She had shaved earlier in the shower, so her hairless cunt was framed by the suspender straps and stocking tops. I led Paul into the room, and he looked at us and said "Are you sure?", a note of incredulity in his voice. "Yes", said Sarah. "We knew this might happen and agreed to go through with it. Has anyone else been caught like this?" "Not as far as I know." said Paul, and framed the picture. Sarah struck a pose, right leg slightly forward, left arm raised and right hand on hip. Smiling, she said "Hows this?" "Great!" said Paul and took the shot. We waited for the picture to develop on the instant film, and Sarah made no effort to cover up. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but she just said "He's seen it all now, and in a couple of days everyone else is going to as well!" Paul left and I grabbed Sarah, threw her across the bed, and started to pull my boxers off. "No", she said, "We'll be late. You can fuck me later." We went out that night to dinner, but I could not concentrate on the conversation, thinking about the party only 3 days away. It was a less than successful dinner and I did not get the contract from those clients. On the way home, I felt I had to make sure Sarah was happy with this, and decided that if she was uncomfortable we would not go, or she would wear her robe over her stockings. She would hear none of it, saying "In fact, I intend to put on a real show. If I am going to show off, I'm going to do it in style!" We got home and the sex that night was awesome. She was like a raving nymphomaniac, and it was all I could do to keep up with her. "Excited about something?" I asked while going down on her, smelling her musky scent and nibbling gently on her clit. "Too bloody right." she said. "I did not think it would get me this worked up, but I can't wait to see everyones faces when I take my coat off. The next few days are going to be murder – you'd best be able to get it up at least once a day, and I'm likely to fuck your brains out!" I didn't think it would be too much of a problem. Truth to tell, I was very excited about the party too. I have always told Sarah her body is too good to hide away, and she has relaxed her dress to wear shorter skirts and more revealing tops, but this was a whole new ball park. The next three days went by in blur of anticipation, excitement and sex, sex and more sex. Sarah seemed to get more insatiable by the hour, and it did prove a little difficult to meet her demands. Fortunately, she comes quickly and easily when I go down on her, which I do regularly, so I spent a lot of time with my face in her snatch and my tongue wrapping itself around her clit. The night of the party finally arrived, and we prepared as we had for the photos. Sarah shaved her pussy again, and I dressed in my boxers and robe. Sarah had bought me a new pair of boxers for the occasion, saying, "If I'm going to be naked, you can wear these." 'These' were a pair of white boxers made from a very thin nylon satin, cut to fit tight, and semi transparent. When I put them on, I might as well not have been wearing anything, so I was glad I would have my robe on over the top. Sarah pulled on her suspenders, rolled on her stockings and fastened the clasps. She applied her make up and not just to her face! She made sure that her nipples and breasts were also powdered, and put some oil on her pussy lips, which altogether made her look even more in a state of extreme excitement (not that she needed it, her cunt was swollen and inflamed with her clit just about visible as it protruded). She put a pair of 3" high black court shoes on, and declared herself ready. "Sure?" I said "Yep, lets go!" We went downstairs and she put her long coat on over her nakedness. I wrapped up in my overcoat, not because it was cold (on the contrary, it was a balmy summers evening), but to make sure I was not arrested on the way. We got in the car for the 10 minute drive to the venue. Sarah was fingering herself most of the way there. We arrived and went in to the house, where there was already a good crowd. As we walked in, I took a good look around. There were a number of people in various states of undress, and at least one woman was topless. Quite a few were in night wear, some very revealing, and one or two guys with towels around waists. No one was naked however. Some of them had obviously heard about Sarah's plan, and were watching expectantly. I was expecting Sarah to go the kitchen or bathroom to take her coat off, and to pluck up courage, but she sashayed like a catwalk model into the living room, and looked around at everyone before slowly unbuttoning her coat. She started at the top and undid the 5 buttons, one by one, holding the edges together as she did, and looking around the room making eye contact with as many people as she could see. It was like watching a stranger, and one who was experienced in the art of stripping, which I knew she wasn't. In fact I didn't think she had even seen a female stripper. As she undid the last one, she turned on her heel, and walked back into the hallway, slipping the coat off her shoulders and down her back. As she reached the coat rack, she allowed it to fall off her arms, and swung it around her shoulders onto a peg. She was now standing with her back to the living room door, her naked ass visible to the onlookers in the living room. I watched as most of the eyes were drawn from her high heeled feet, up the seams of her stockings and perfectly shaped legs, to the full round globes of her exquisite ass. Her suspender belt was drawn across her narrow waist, and her bare back was covered with goose bumps, betraying her nervousness. I knew that this meant her nipples would be on stalks, giving away her obvious arousal. She slowly turned, and walked into the living room. She struck the same pose as she had for Paul, and a hush descended over the room as 30 or 40 pairs of eyes looked at her. She smiled, pirouetted, and then walked toward the bar, saying "I need a drink". I had in the meantime divested myself of my overcoat, and followed her. I was entranced by her brazen display, by her shapely ass wiggling as she walked, emphasised by the suspenders. We got to the bar and got ourselves a couple of stiff brandies. That wasn't all that was stiff, and I was glad the new boxers were tight enough to hold it in!! I grabbed a handful of ass while we stood there. She slapped my hand, and turned around. She leant back against the bar, with her elbows back and her legs straight. This displayed her body to everyone. A couple of the guys had got camera phones, and were surreptitiously taking photo's. Sarah had noticed as well, and said loudly "Guys, don't worry, if you want pictures go right ahead". This was not taken too well by some of the other wives, but a few of the girls got their camera's out as well. Just then, someone started up the music out on the deck, and a few people started to go out to dance. Sarah grabbed me and pulled me out as well, but as she did so, she pulled the belt of my robe from around my waist. She put it in the pocket of my robe and told me to leave it there or no nooky that night! We started dancing, and Sarah was pretty wild, rubbing herself against me, turning so her ass was grinding into my cock, then squatting and facing into my crotch, before slowly standing again, rubbing her tits up my body, across my very hard cock and then draping her arms around my neck. If I tried to touch her though, I got a slapped hand! We danced for about half an hour, then went and sat on the edge of the deck, with another drink. A couple of people were standing around in the same area, and one of the women walked over to us. She was one of those in night wear, in this case a longish nightdress made of some filmy blue material, that allowed her silhouette to show through with the lights of the house behind her. I could see her thong and nipples underneath. She said to Sarah, "I was naked when Danny arrived to take my picture, so I grabbed my nightie and threw it on. If I'd known I wouldn't be alone, I might have stayed nude as well. I really admire your bravery, wearing so little, and so erotic a set!" "Ken and I discussed what we would do before", replied Sarah. "I was a bit hesitant, but its really liberating and so exciting. My nipples feel like they're on fire, and I can't stop my juices from running. Why don't you just take off your nightie, and see how it goes, you'll be amazed!" "No, I don't think I could now. It would look too artificial." But we could see she was considering it. Just then her husband Mike walked over, saying "I said that too when you walked in, but Carole won't have it." He turned to her and said "Go on, you know you want to, and you are wearing your thong anyway." "If I do it, it all goes," she replied. "So be it on your head!" "Right, then." Said Mike. "Lift your arms," as he bent to grab the hem of her nightdress. He lifted it up and pulled it over her head, revealing a fantastic body and pert breasts capped with rock hard nipples. She looked at him, then slipped her thong down and stood there nude. Her pussy was trimmed close, but not shaved. "Two of us", said Sarah. "How many more can we persuade, do you think." With that, they walked off in search of a victim. I noticed them dancing with a couple of topless girls about 15 minutes later, and they seemed to be trying to get them to lose their skirts, but did not appear to be having much luck, when another of the women walked out of the house naked except for high heels. They had obviously had some success! Sarah returned to me with Carole about 10 minutes later, saying "We have got two women and three guys naked! What about you then?" "Not just yet, maybe later. Want another drink?" "No, but I do want to dance with my hunk of a husband." She pushed me ahead of her, and as I moved in front, she pulled my gown down my back and off. Now I was wearing only those tight, transparent boxers, and sporting a massive hard on, visible to everyone! We danced for about 4 or 5 tracks, then she led me back in to the bar for another drink. This was now about midnight, and some people had decided to leave, either because it was getting late or because more flesh was appearing. A few of the single guys were standing at the bar, one of them in a towel. "Whats under here then?" laughed Sarah. "Not a lot", said the guy, someone we did not know too well. "Well, lets see then!" she retorted. "Not here, but come with me and you might get to see." "Lead on", she said. They started out into the hall way, and I tagged along as I was not letting her out of my sight that night. I was not worried about what she might get up to, if I didn't trust her I would not have let her come undressed like she was. I was more concerned about someone we didn't know, like this guy, forcing himself on her. In the hall way he stopped, turned and said "If you want to see, then you have to take it off." "No problem", she replied, grabbing the edge of the towel and pulling it off. True to his word, there was nothing under it except a very thick cock. About average length, it looked about the width of my wrist! Sarah was a little shocked, and asked if she could touch it (as if any single guy is going to refuse a request like that). "Yes, but be careful, it's already half cocked!" he quipped. "Wow" she said, "I can't get my fingers around it. Thanks", and then walked off with his towel, back into the bar. "Hey!" he yelled "Give it back!" "You'll get used to it" she said over her shoulder. "And a few of the single girls here will be more than happy to see you!" She dropped the towel behind the bar, and the guy, I think his name was Dave, walked in looking a bit sheepish. His mates immediately got their camera's out and started taking pictures of him and Sarah. "Right lads," she said. "Want some good pictures?" "Sure, what have you got in mind?" "Lets find a quiet spot", said Sarah We all trooped off to what was obviously the study. Sarah shut the door, then walked over the to desk, which fortunately was clear except for a couple of items. She laid down and started to pose and move while we all took pictures, rubbing herself, squeezing her tits and generally having a good time. Her hands moved to her cunt, and first one, then two fingers were inserted, while the other hand started teasing her clit. Two of the guys got real close at this point, and one reached out to touch her, but she saw him and said "No, just Ken". She reached out a hand to me, and pulled me to her, placing my hand on her clit. While I rubbed and pinched, she started pulling my boxers down. I was not too sure at first, but I was pretty randy, so helped her pull them right down and kicked them off, she opened her legs wide and made it obvious what she wanted. One of the guys had obviously got his camera in Video mode, and I said "I want a copy, all right?" as I moved into place to fuck my gorgeous wife. I pushed in and began long slow strokes, all the while teasing her clit with my fingers. It did not take long for her to come, and she came hard and long. I continued to pound into her until I too came, blowing my load up into her cunt. I pulled out, and sat in the office chair, Sarah just lay there, legs wide as my spunk dribbled from her cunt onto the blotting pad. The guys were dead quiet, then one of them said in a soft voice "Fucking hell. I need to find a woman, like now." Sarah looked at me and said, "I think we owe them something, don't you?" "What did you have in mind?" "Well they aren't going to fuck me, but I don't think a hand job is out of the question." I could see looks of pleading and anticipation on their faces, so I relented and said "OK, but you do what she says. If she says no, she means it, right?" "Yeah, man, whatever" said Dave. Sarah got down off the table. knelt on the floor in the middle of the room, and asked the three lads to get round her in a circle. She reached up with both hands and began to grope them, rubbing their balls and stroking their cocks. She grabbed each one in turn, stroking and wanking for a few seconds before moving around to the next. Eventually, one hand on two cocks, she really began wanking them hard. I could see where this was going to end up. She was aiming them at her face. She had occasionally expressed a fantasy during our sex sessions, of Bukkake. She was looking to fulfill this tonight by the looks of things. I noticed that Dave with the really thick cock was about to come, and sure enough, she turned to face him as he did, shooting streams of thick white spunk onto her face and tits. Some got in her mouth, and I was very surprised to see her lick her lips and swallow it. Dave sat down, and Sarah turned to the next one. This time, she got very close, to the point of his cock touching her tongue. This seemed to push a button, and she enveloped his cock with her mouth, and began bobbing her head along it. After the wank he had just had, he came quickly, and Sarah pulled back to allow it to spray all over her neck and tits. Finally, she turned to the last guy, who had been slowly stroking himself, and just put her mouth onto his cock straight off. She licked and sucked as her hands played with his balls, running her nails across his sack and up around his ass. He came in her mouth and she took his load, allowing it to dribble from her mouth and down her chin. All three sat back, sated. Sarah's eyes were wild, really excited. I could see she wanted more, but there was no more to be had here. We got up and went out, and I guided her to a bathroom so she could clean up. She wasn't having any of that, and dragged me to the dance floor with the spunk still all over her. Of course, most people noticed my lack of underwear, and Sarah's recently fucked cunt, and most also noticed the spunk running down her body. A few were quite obviously shocked. Sarah began dancing with abandon, leaving me on the edge of the deck as she worked her way into the middle of the crowd. I watched as she was accosted by another woman, Marie, who whispered in her ear. Sarah seemed to give permission for something, and the two of them walked toward me. Sarah grabbed me by the cock and pulled me off the deck into the unlit garden. Marie grabbed hold of Sarah and began licking all the spunk from her face and body, paying special attention to her nipples. Sarah was stroking my again hard cock as I watched this woman clean her up. This was her first bi experience to my knowledge, and I'm sure that the alcohol was the main cause. Marie was kneeling in front of her now, licking up the inside of her thighs towards her cunt, still exuding my spunk from earlier. When she reached the vertex of Sarah's legs, she just plunged right in. This was a fantasy of mine, and one which I didn't think Sarah was aware of, so my eyes were out on stalks. Just then Marie shifted from her nuzzling into Sarah, and wrapped her lips around my cock head, while Sarah continued to stroke along the length. Marie was running her tongue around the really sensitive spot just under the head, and I could feel my orgasm building. Sarah leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Just blow your load down her throat, she really wants it" and released my cock, taking a step back. Marie now took over completely and within 30 seconds I was releasing the second load of the evening, this time into Marie. Sarah Sarah was kneeling beside us, watching avidly and rubbing her clit. She came just after I did, as Marie looked at her out of the corner of her eye while cleaning the last drops from my cock. Sarah, took Marie by the hand, pulled her around and laid her on the grass. "Get in there and lick her out", she ordered me, "while I play with her tits." I did as I was bid, lifting her skirt over her waist and diving in. It was really different, Marie was not like Sarah at all and kept pulling my head into her, so that my nose was crushed against her clit and my mouth and tongue were forced into her cunt. She was grinding herself against me, and with Sarah licking her nipples and groping her tits, she came loudly and violently. I was sure my nose was going to break, but hung in there until she stopped thrashing about and released me. We got up to a smattering of applause, as Marie was loud enough to attract a lot of attention. I noticed that a few more sexual activities were beginning to take place – cocks being wanked or sucked and tits being mauled, pussies on display being fingered or licked and one or two lesbian encounters as well. Sarah and I left Marie to the attentions of her husband, and went inside. Sarah said she was about ready to go, so we made for the door and grabbed our coats. We called a taxi to take us home as we had both been drinking, and when it arrived, she walked out wearing her coat but without doing up the buttons. We got in the back and I could see the driver adjust his mirror, so I whispered to her, telling her what he had done. She allowed the coat to fall open, revealing herself to him, and I could see his interest perk up as he realised she was naked under it. She gave that driver a real show on the way home, fingering herself to at least two orgasms. He never charged us for the trip, so I guess he enjoyed it. As we got out of the cab, she took her coat off and walked up the drive to our front door, standing there waiting for me to catch up. The driver left with a large smile on his face and shaking his head. We went in and Sarah turned to me saying, "That was wild. Are you OK with it all?" "It was a different experience, but you were hot. I was not sure how to feel at first, but when you started sucking off those guys in the study, you looked so randy, I couldn't help getting excited again. I wouldn't want to do that too often, but once in a while would be a real turn on. How far would you go, though? I wouldn't want anything to hurt what we've got." "If you were there, and depending on who it was, I might feel OK about fucking another guy. I didn't think I would have done anything like what I did tonight, but it was really horny. I couldn't do anything without you, but right now, I could really do a Roman orgy!" Which leads us to our next story, The Roman Orgy, which I will tell you about after we host it!! Sarah I remember that night so well. How my warm hands slid over her delicate, creamy skin. There wasn't anything wrong with her in the least. Every bit of her precious body was perfect and all...mine. It felt so delicious to feel her body writhe below me, twisting from side to side as she released breathy moans into the room. Our bodies mingled together was the only thing on our minds, nothing could've torn us apart as we clashed together over and over again. Her sweet breath against my neck, chest, stomach, all the way back up to my lips as I sawed smoothly into her depths. We took things slow, there was no need to rush as we had all night to pleasure ourselves. Oh, it was so perfect, so special, and so innocent. The part that I treasure most about it all was that I was her first and I was going to be her last if I had any say in the matter. No one would ever take me away from my love. My love, as sweet as a field of roses on a clear sunny day. With no flaws, no mistakes, no evil dwelling inside her soul. She's the most innocent creature on this planet and nothing could change that. I would make sure that she would stay innocent as long as she lived, so help me god! With my thoughts madly running through my mind, my manhood pounded harder into her never ending depths, her walls squeezing, milking and taking everything they could out of me. I could do this forever, until my body couldn't move anymore I could pound harshly into her, memorizing every delightful moan that erupted from her form. Oh, and that sweet, delectable drink that spilled from her depths every time a rush of pleasure swept over her form, coating my member with our love. But I wouldn't stop as she came, no, I would actually increase my thrusts ten times more, extending her pleasure to the fullest extent. There would be no pain in her life, no suffering. She would be treated like the princess that she is and be fine forever. Just mine. "Oh...Sarah!" I breathed into her ear as I forced my hips to continue their movements, refusing to stop for anything. Her hands came behind my head, sliding around to cup my cheeks gently before pulling my lips to hers, locking us in a loving kiss that I wish could've lasted for eternity. With my tongue exploring her mouth and hers exploring mine, I felt her depths once again become like a vice and squeeze everything out of my length, forcing a groan from my mouth to hers. We swallowed each others words of pleasure, memorizing their song and embedding them into our memories. My lips slipped from hers and dropped down to her neck, pecking feather kisses along her sweaty, creamy skin. Lightly I would suck on her shoulder, forcing more delicious moans to erupt from her form. Long, long hours after such an extreme love making, I had came too many times to count and now I lay at her side, smiling softly between her and the ceiling. Every few moments she would reach over and lightly trace her fingers over my face down to my chest, twirling some of my chest hairs around her finger. I gently cupped her hand in mine, bringing it up to my lips and giving it a light kiss before smiling over at her again. "Sarah..." She smiled softly. "David..." Later that night, we couldn't resist but start at it again, it was like a magnetic pull that we just couldn't get away from. I don't know how we managed to do it but we keep strong and enjoyed every blessed minute of our couplings. Now I'm supporting myself on my arms above her, beads of sweat dripping off my forehead down to the pillow above her head. Her light smile causing my lips to curl upward in satisfaction. With a deep breath I spoke. "I won't let anyone take you. You hear me? No one will ever be with you but me." I gathered her in my arms, holding her tight as she snuggled against my chest, her hair clinging to my sweaty chest. "Oh Sarah..." Sarah It was a Thursday afternoon and it was raining. I was a freshman in college and I was late for my biology laboratory. I ran up the path in the drizzle, past the pond and up to the science tower. I was breathing hard in the elevator as I went up to the lab floor. I stepped out of the elevator and then held by breath as I opened the door. The demonstrator stopped talking and everyone glared at me as I walked in and over to my position on the desk. My lab partner, Claire, gave me an evil stare. "You had better have read this up, John." she warned me. I just smiled like a dork. "Jeez! Just get ready, okay?" "Okay." I replied. I took out my manual and lab coat and got my stuff set up on the desk. Across from me was Sarah. God she was such a fox! She always wore short skirts and tights with cowboy boots. She had beautiful make-up on today, as usual. I watched as her eyelashes flicked up and down as she looked over her desk arranging the equipment for the experiment. Then she looked up at me - my heart did a little flip in my chest. She looked at me! Then I realized that I was staring at her and quickly pretended to be doing something else. I played that moment over and over in my mind that night in bed. Sarah looked up at me over the desk. She looked up and smiled, she blushed. I was confident and charming. "Hi Sarah." I said. "You doing alright?" "Hi John." she replied, "I actually need a little help with this. I don't understand what we are supposed to be doing." "Do you mid if I come over and have a look?" "No," she said with a smile, "I'd like that." I went around the desk, stood next to her, and showed her where she had misunderstood the manual. I was close to her, my hip touching hers. As we worked through the book both of our hands were on the book. Her fingers were long and smooth, with short sharp painted nails. I reached over to pick up the pencil and our hands brushed accidentally. She looked up at me and I gently placed my hand back, I softly stroked her index finger right up to the tip. Then she took her finger and ran it down my palm. I looked right into her eyes and told her she was beautiful. We quietly slipped out of the lab and into the ladies restroom. Right in the middle of the room, in front of the basins and the mirror, Sarah quickly undid my belt and pushed my pants and boxers down. My cock sprang up and she held it softly in her hand. "You have a beautiful cock, John." "It just looks good next to you, Sarah." "No seriously, it is big and hard and smooth. It really is a model penis." she paused "May I kiss it?" "Certainly, it would love to be kissed." She slowly got down on her knees and slowly, very slowly, moved her mouth close to my throbbing cock head. She placed her lips against it and kissed its underside. Shocks of electricity ran through my body. She kissed it again, longer and harder. Then she poked out her tongue and licked it from the base of the head to the very tip and swirled her tongue over the opening. "That is so nice, Sarah. You are very good." She responded by pushing her lips past my head and took two inches of my shaft into her mouth. I gasped at the sensation. She slowly withdrew applying a little suction until my cock popped out of her mouth. Suddenly my cock swelled up and started to spew cum all over Sarah's face. I groaned and grunted as my orgasm peaked. I felt very wet - then I woke up and realized that I had just jerked off in bed fantasizing about Sarah. Well, that was about as close as I would ever get to screwing her. She hardly knew I was alive. The next Tuesday I was horny and alone. I decided to take a walk though town. I had walked past the nightclubs in the centre of town and decided against them all. I didn't feel like a crowd right now. I kept on walking and then realized that I had gone right through the main part of town and was walking out towards the industrial part. I then noticed a shop that was open. The name was simply 'Roxanne'. I could hear music softly emanating from the front door. There was a young woman dressed in a white string strap top and jeans behind the desk. "Just go right in, honey." she said to me. The second door opened onto a stairway, the only lighting was a rope of Christmas lights along one wall. I slowly climbed the stairs, my heart beating faster and harder. I could hear myself breathing, my hands began to shake. I wasn't sure where I was, but I had some ideas, and they were all a little scary. The whole place felt like something dangerous, or naughty. The door at the top was closed and I fought an urge to just go back down without seeing what was inside. I put my hand against the door and slowly pushed. The music burst out as the door opened. There were several young women sitting around on sofas and chairs. There was a fire burning in the hearth on the other side of the room. Several eyes turned to look at me as I entered. I crept in quietly. All the women smiled. They were all wearing heavy eye make-up and wore shear dresses. There was a man in the far corner of the room. He had a big moustache and wore a white T-shirt and jeans. One of the young women was sitting beside him with a leg over him while she kissed his neck and face. I wandered over and stood next to the wall. A girl in a black spaghetti strap singlet and fishnet tights came over and asked me if I wanted a drink. I asked for a bourbon, and she didn't ID me. Another girl in a gold colored dress came over and asked how I was doing. I mumbled some reply. "You look cold, honey." she said, "Can I warm you up?" I just stared at her. She took my hand and I was stunned by how soft her skin was. I stroked her arm with my other hand as she led me over to a sofa. A girl in a blue dress shuffled over to let us sit down. She smiled at me. I was squeezed in between them. "What's your name, honey?" Gold asked me. "John." I replied. "Yes, you are a John." Blue said. They both giggled. "I'm Bambi." said Gold, "And this is Lori." Lori waved her long nails at me. "So what kind of girl do you like?" Bambi asked. "Blonde, Brunette or Red-head?" Lori offered. "D..D..Dark hair." I stuttered. "Oh, that's you out, honey." Lori said to Bambi. "And pale skin, blue eyes." "Ah, he knows what he wants." Lori said. "You come with me - I have just the person." Lori led me down a hallway and into a room. There was a four-poster bed, with drapes on each side, and a towel over the duvet. The room smelt of talcum powder. The waitress came in after us and gave me my Jack Daniels, which I immediately drank down in one go. "You just sit yourself down on the bed there, baby." Lori told me "And your dream princess will be here in just a moment. Lori and the waitress stood looking at me for a moment. "Doesn't he look cute?" Lori asked. "Just adorable." The waitress came over and kissed me on my cheek. "You have fun, baby." she said. They both left, Lori turned down the lights, then waved her long nails at me as she closed the door. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!!' I thought to myself. 'What have I got myself into?' Was I really in a brothel. No one had asked my about money. Was I breaking the law. I didn't want to be stung with some huge bill and then done over by the bouncer for not paying. Then again, the only bouncer I had seen was the skinny girl in the jeans. I paced around the room. My breath was tight in my chest. I was horny and excited by all of these beautiful women fawning over me, but I was scared too. I decided that I would explain that this was a misunderstanding, and that I had not known what this place was when I came up and that I didn't have any money and that I would just pay for my drink and leave. I had just decided to get up and get out when someone opened the door. All I could see was her silhouette from the light in the hallway. She walked in and closed the door. The light was dim and she walked over to me in a slow seductive way. "Hello sailor." she said. "Err...Hi" I stammered. As she got closer I could see her long straight black hair, the soft line of her jaw, her beautiful eyes. "Sarah?" my heart pounded furiously, I had never been so close to her. "It's John. From your bio lab." "Oh, Hi" Sarah said "What are you doing here?" "I don't know. I didn't realize it was a... well a... Hey, what are you doing here?" "I work here." she replied calmly. "Oh?" I said surprised. I was dazzled. Could this be real? Here was my fantasy girl, the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and she was a in a bedroom alone with me, where she had to do what I asked. She sat down beside me. I could feel the heat coming off from her body. My throat dried up as I thought of what I might do. But I didn't want to force her. I wanted her to want me. "So, do you want to fuck me?" she asked. I turned to look at her. I raised a hand and stroked her cheek. I had dreamed of touching her for so long. "I do, but I didn't want it to be like this." "There is nothing wrong with doing it this way." "What about the money?" I asked. "Oh don't worry about the money." she said. "You mean... you want to fuck me too?" "I do, John." and she kissed me. Softly on the lips. "I do want to fuck you John. Here, your place, my place. I have dreamt about you." I didn't know if I should believe her or not but I leapt onto her kissing her face and neck furiously. We fell back onto the bed and she quickly rolled up on top of me. She sat up, reached behind her neck and unclasped her dress, slowly peeling the soft black material off her front. Her beautiful breasts were gradually revealed. My cock strained against my jeans and pressed against her bum. She could feel me growing under her and she wriggled her bum against my crotch. She had a small tattoo on her left shoulder, just above her breast. It was an intricate Celtic knot. I reached up and stroked the tattoo gently. She looked me right in the eye and smiled. "I am so glad you are here John. I haven't really been happy since I moved here to study." "I am glad to be here too, Sarah." I said sincerely. "I know you are." she said laughing, grinding her ass against my crotch again. She got off me and went to work undoing my belt and jeans. I lifted my ass to allow her to slide my jeans down off my legs. I kicked off my boots and lifted off my shirt. Sarah ran her hand over my boxer shorts feeling my cock through them. "Well, it feels good. Let's have a look now shall we?" She hooked a finger in each side of my boxers and pulled them down, lifting them carefully over my rigid cock. "Oh, that is very nice." she said gleefully. She stroked her fingernails up my thigh and up to the underside of my pole. She tickled my balls, then moved her fingers up to my cock head. She leant her head over it and let a drop of spit fall out of her mouth onto the swollen head. She softly rubbed the saliva over my sensitive head with the pads of her thumb and forefinger. "Are you a virgin, John?" She asked. I just looked stunned. "You are blushing, John. That tells me what I need to know." Sarah reached over to the bedside table and took out a bottle of lube. She filled her palm with the thick liquid, rubbed both hands together vigorously then sat up beside my hip. She put a hand on each side of my cock and started to stroke me up and down. Not gripping me, just holding me between her palms. My cock head popped out in front of her thumbs on the down strokes. I lay back and enjoyed the sensation, then suddenly she started to rub her hands past each other, like my cock was a stick of wood and she was trying to start a fire. She moved faster and faster. The sensation was incredible and very soon I was boiling. "Argh! Sarah! Slow down, I'll cum soon if you don't stop." "That's the idea, John. We want to have some fun, right? And you would be able to last long with your cock in my pussy." The vision of my cock sliding into her sweet little pussy pushed me past all restraint. I threw my head back and a huge shot of cum spurt from my cock. "Woo!!" Sarah shouted "That's it. God, what a big shot you have. I knew you would cum big." I had shot about five times, each one squeezing out of my cock like a blast of lava. There was come splattered all over my belly and Sarah's fingers. I was panting and groaning. "God, Sarah, that was fabulous." I said "That was wonderful. That was amazing." I could hardly move. It took more than a minute for me to catch my breath. Sarah had got a little towel from beside the bed and had wiped her hands and my belly with it. Sarah then leant over and kissed my cheek. "How are you doing, John?" she asked. All I could manage was to nod my head. She stood up and facing away from me she slowly undressed. She revealed a large Celtic cross tattoo across her back. It moved sensuously as she pushed her dress down. She wriggled the dress over her smooth tight bum, and ran her hands over her long, thin beautiful legs. She was a picture of loveliness, slightly silhouetted by the soft light. Sarah turned around slowly and walked towards me. My cock was aching and still limp. She knelt on the bed between my legs and leant forward, closer and closer to my cock, moving slower and slower. The anticipation was torture, but it had the desired effect. My cock filled, and lengthened, and lifted its head. I could feel her hot breath on my cock, which was now standing upright. She finally came close enough to touch it with her lips. I gasped in surprise and delight at the sensation. My manhood was now totally erect and throbbing. Sarah kissed my cock head again and again, nuzzling it with her lips. She opened her mouth more and more to let more of it in. Soon the whole tip was in her mouth and she continued to suck and release it in quick succession. "That is a nice, hard, big cock." Sarah said with approval. She quickly slid a condom onto my now engorged cock and climbed up to straddle my hips. She leant forward over me, her tits hanging beautifully in front of my face. I reached up and kissed her. She kissed me back, then pushed me back onto the bed. Her hot pussy was just inches from my throbbing cock. I couldn't believe that I had got hard again so soon, but I was full of need and lust. I watched closely as she moved her pussy closer and closer to my cock. Her pussy gaped open with her legs spread wide. Even in the dim light I could see the pinkness of her tender places flushing red with excitement and desire. My swollen, needy cock head finally touched the opening of her pussy. It felt like fire against my tender skin. Sarah arched her back and sank onto my pole, my cock slipped deep inside her. I couldn't believe the sensations. The warmth, the tightness, and the surrounding safety I felt with this woman. Soon she started to move. She lifted her hips and I slipped almost all the way out of her, then she slowly pressed on me and took me all the way back in. Then again, faster, harder. Very soon Sarah was thrashing up and down on my hot pole. It stabbed into her, deep and hard. I grabbed her hips and thrust against her as she pounded away on me. Her tits swung back and forth as she fucked me. She rocked her pelvis back and forth to grind her pussy against me. Sarah was obviously enjoying herself. She groaned and moaned and purred. "Oh, God! John you have the most fabulous cock. I can't believe how good it feels. Oh fuck, yeah! That's it, press into me. Grind me. Yeah! Fuck me, big boy. Ohh, mmm, arhh. You feel so good, John." Suddenly Sarah threw herself against me and held me tight. I pushed up with my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her, stabbing her pussy again and again. Sarah held my shoulders tight and pressed her face against my neck and cheek. I could feel her trembling. She started to kiss my neck and jaw as I continued to pound away at her hot pussy. Soon I could feel wetness against my cheek. I stopped suddenly. "Don't stop, John. I am really close." "Are you crying?" "Please." she sobbed "Keep fucking me. Make me cum while I hold you." We rolled over and I quickly climbed up on top of her. Sarah wrapped her thighs around my back and held my shoulders tight as she kissed my face and lips. I started thrusting into her, slowly at first, building rhythm and pace until I was sticking it to her like a fucking steam engine. Tears were flowing down her face now and were smeared all over my face and neck. I locked onto her lips with mine and kissed her, madly. I was having the most amazing sexual experience I had ever heard of, and it was with the woman I had fanaticized about for so long. The relief of finding her was powerful. I wanted to worship her. Sarah's body started to tremble. She arched her back and tensed. I kept fucking her as best I could as she tightened onto my back with her legs. She clutched at my back with a yearning need, a desperate desire. "Arh, ahh, ohh, egh. Oh, John. I'm going to cum." She panted short hard breaths, which degenerated into a long low call. "Eeeeeeeeee, arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. ARHHHHHHH!! YEAH!! FUCK YEAH, That's a mother-fucking orgasm." She relaxed briefly, then covered my face with sweet soft kisses. "John, that was beautiful. That was the most wonderful orgasm I have ever had, and it was because I want you. I crave you, John." We collapsed beside each other kissing and holding each other. "Do you want to cum again?" Sarah asked me after a few moments. "Well... Yes, please. That would be nice." Sarah got up and poured lube over my still hard cock. She kissed my lips and said. "Do me from behind. Fuck me doggy style." My eyes popped open. Sarah got on all fours facing the headboard and I knelt down behind her. I admired her beautiful ass and pussy sticking back at me for a moment, then guided my rock-hard pole into her waiting love-tunnel. I could see her beautiful Celtic cross tattoo as I started to slide my cock in and out of her fabulous pussy. She was tighter this way and I could hear my balls slapping against her as I thrust into her. Her asshole was pointing up at me. It was wonderful. I had a hand on each hip pulling her against me with each stroke. I lifted one hand, licked my thumb and brought it down against her smooth little puckered asshole. I rubbed it around. God it felt so smooth and beautiful. I spat some saliva onto her ass and she cried out in surprise. I smeared it all over her bum cheeks and her ass. I rubbed my thumb over her ass again and again, and then pressed it in. Very slowly it opened and let my thumb in. "Oh, John that feels so good. I love having your thumb up my ass. Stick it right in me." I started moving my thumb in and out of her ass, swirling it around inside. I thrust my pelvis against her roughly and my cock slid in and out of her glistening wet pussy. Sarah pushed back against me and groaned with delight. Before long I could feel her pussy twitching and knew that she was about to cum again. I thrust harder and faster, slamming my hips against her. "Oh God, John. I'm going to cum again. Yeah, that's it, fuck me, baby. I can't believe I'm going to cum again. Here it is. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. OH YEAH! It won't stop. Fuck, it feels so good." Sarah laid her head on the bed and stuck her ass out at me so I could thrust against her harder. Wave after wave of delight ran through Sarah's body as she kept on cuming. She bit the pillow and groaned deeply into it. I could feel my own orgasm building inside me. Just as it peaked I pulled my cock out, whipped off the condom and let off a great shot that sprayed across Sarah's back. She rolled over as soon as she felt the first shot and pulled me close to her. My second shot flew across Sarah's fabulous tits. Sarah had pulled me right up so I was sitting astride her chest and before I could let any more cum fly she stuck her lips around my cock. I couldn't believe the sensation of her tongue swirling around my throbbing cock head as it shot cum again and again into her wanting mouth. I had to hold onto the bedpost beside the headboard to stop me from falling over. Sarah When I had finished coming Sarah let my cock go with a pop and I fell back onto the bed panting and exhausted.