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Satisfy

By: erossmantic



Chapter One - Introduction

"Have you heard anything?" Natasha's voice cracked as the words fell from her mouth. Her ebony forehead was moist with sweat, exposing her growing anxiety. 

"Nothing," the other paralegal answered annoyed as he walked past her desk for his morning cup of coffee. Natasha knew better than to ask. If any of the suspicions were true, she would hear it directly from her boss, Carl Stone. 

Rumors spread the last few days throughout the prestigious law offices of Jacobson and Cox. Like a slow moving contagion, everyone within the firm was infected with the growing fear of losing their jobs. Jacobson and Cox had always been famous for its ability to overcome economic challenges. Sometimes it even benefited when other firms went under. For 150 years, Jacobson and Cox stood as a legal fortress, boasting of its impenetrable security. 

This economic down turn was different. The air inside the hollowed mahogany halls was thick with suspense. Rumors fueled the anxiety. There would be losses. It was Thursday and word was everything would be different by the weekend. Something had to give. 

Natasha found it difficult to be productive all afternoon. The big case they had been preparing for was only a week away. The demands for its preparation were great, but the distractions around her were consuming. One by one, employees were being called to their supervisor's office. Lucky ones returned to their desks relieved they still had jobs, despite pay cuts. Most returned with pick slips and security officers at their desks to escort them out. The suspense was stifling. 

"Natasha." Mr. Stone's familiar voice came through the intercom on her telephone like a late afternoon thunderstorm breaking the thick humidity in the air. Her boss' voice signaled relief from the waiting and suspense. It also struck panic. She knew whatever was about to happen would change her life forever. She had no idea.

Natasha joined the firm five years before at the age of 25. She worked hard to climb her way to be a top paralegal to Carl Stone, a partner in the firm. She was intelligent, devoted and hard working. Her tall 5'8" fit body, smooth black skin, pretty face and bright smile made her a stunning addition to the office. She always dressed professionally in ways that would accent her full 36D bust, thin waist and long legs. Her attire almost always consisted of a classy blouse with plunging neckline, wool skirt that would fall just above her knees and two inch matching heels. Her long dark hair would either be up in a fancy design or allowed to cascade past her shoulders. She was as capable as she was beautiful. Carl Stone liked everything about her.

"Ye, yes Mr. Stone," she stuttered into the intercom on her phone.

"Can you come in here for a moment please? I need to speak with you."

"Yes sir," she answered trying to compose herself. "I'll be right in."

Natasha stood up at her desk. She straightened her skirt and adjusted her blouse. She felt the moisture of sweat build under her blouse and between her legs. Her heart began to pound like a drum. "Stay calm Natasha," she whispered to herself. "You need this job. You need this job." She shot up a little prayer into the thick air as she began walking toward the glassed-in corner office. She felt her blouse sticking to the moist sweat of her body, hugging her large firm tits. "Oh God," she thought as she knocked on Mr. Stone's door, "give me a way to keep this job."

"Come in."

Natasha felt like a schoolgirl walking into a principal's office as she opened the door and entered. She had no idea what was about to happen, but knew it would be important.

"Please close the door behind you," Mr. Stone said in a matter of fact voice as he looked up from the papers on his desk. 

Natasha shut the door quietly and began her long walk across the plush carpet of his large office. Light filled the room from the late afternoon sun shining through his twelfth story window with a spectacular view of the city behind him.

"Have a seat, Natasha."

"Thank you Mr. Stone," she offered struggling to find confidence.

Natasha sat down in the rich leather seat opposite his desk. She noticed he looked more tired and weary than she was used to seeing him, even on day-before-court days. He was tan and ruggedly handsome with strong chiseled facial features, brown hair and radiant blue eyes. It showed that he worked out daily and ran marathons as a hobby. He was 6'2" with a strong muscular build. 

Mr. Stone's reputation as a legal warrior was deserved for his brilliant mind and hard work. His reputation was gained through his ruthless unorthodox strategies in court. He was committed to win at all costs and wanted equally committed people around him. Winning was always more important than being fair. "In court and in life," he would remind his staff, "losers lose by the rules, and winners win by redefining them." 

Natasha was surprised to see him without his coat, his sleeves rolled up, tie loosened and top button unattached. It looked like it had been a hard day. He looked across the desk, locked his ocean blue eyes onto Natasha's and began to speak with a sobering tone.

"Natasha, you are a valuable asset to this office. You have done well here."

"Thank you Mr. Stone," she interrupted. "I love working here and for you."

"As you know," he continued without losing momentum, "we have to make difficult decisions and personnel reductions today." 

"Yes sir."

"I will be straight with you Natasha. We are left with only one remaining paralegal position for this division."

"I'll fill that well," she interrupted with as much confidence as she could muster. She hoped her assertiveness would help jump to his conclusion. She leaned forward in the chair to wait for his response.

Mr. Stone smiled. He had always appreciated her initiative and drive.

"That's the thing," he continued soberly. "You are hands down one of the top two paralegals in our office."

Natasha's heart began to sink. She was flattered to be rated as one of the top two in a division of this size and stature. However, his words fell hard with only one position available.

"Who is the other?" she asked sheepishly, already knowing the answer.

"Sonja, of course."

The sound of Sonja's name knocked the wind out of Natasha. "Of course," she said trying to hide her discouragement.

While law office paralegals work as a team to support the firm's attorneys, the internal competition between them was always intense. Legal success determined the internal pecking order. Natasha and Sonja had dominated the top for the last two years. Both had joined the firm about the same time. Both had climbed fast through their competency and diligence. Both set the standard. For the sake of corporate culture, the two always remained outwardly cordial. The inward vocational rivalry between them however was unmatched. They were both intensely competitive. Losing for either one was not an option. Now, rather than winning a case for the firm, Natasha realized she was in a battle with her fiercest competitor for her job.

Natasha sat back in an attempt to look as confident as possible. She felt sweat building under her blouse, damping her chest and sides. Her eyes caught his glance at her moist cleavage as it glistened from the afternoon sun's rays. She uncrossed her legs, turned and crossed them again in a way that allowed the hem of her skirt to slide up a few inches.

His voice returned with soberness and his eyes to hers. "Quite frankly, you both bring so much to the table," Mr. Stone continued. "You are intelligent, competent and effective. It is impossible to know which one to select."

"Thank you Mr. Stone. I'm flattered by your evaluation. I must tell you, I believe I am the best person for the job," Natasha again asserted. "My record speaks for itself. I need this job. No one is more committed and willing to do whatever it takes." Natasha paused realizing the possible scope of what she had just said.

Their eyes remained locked as the words reverberated off their selective imaginations. Mr. Stone gave away a slight smile as images flashed through his mind of the possibilities.

"Whatever it takes," she repeated with a more assertive tone.

Mr. Stone's face softened. "I appreciate your willing determination and dedication, Natasha. It has been a mark of your work and excellence here. I will be honest," he continued, "to get and keep this position will require more from you than you have ever given or imagined." The tone of his voice conveyed the weight of new expectations. "How much do you want this job?"

"As I said, Mr. Stone, I need this job. No one will surpass what I am willing to do. No one will touch the new standard of excellence I will set. While my work up to now speaks for itself, you have not yet seen what I am capable of." Natasha again paused to allow her words to land. "I will not rest until you are pleased in every way, nor will I settle for anything short of exceeding your every expectation. The only limit I can see to the possibilities of my willing dedication is your imagination." 

"I'm glad to hear that. Here's the deal," he began to explain. "I am calling Sonja in next. I will share the same information with her and the invitation I am about to offer you. If she declines, the job is yours. If not, I will need to interview each of you tomorrow. The interviews will be comprehensive and exhaustive. There is a lot at stake. The purpose of your one on one personal interview with me will be to examine and demonstrate the scope of your skills, expertise and willing dedication. Any questions?"

"None," she said with strong determination. "I just wish we didn't have to wait until tomorrow."

"Again, I appreciate your initiative Natasha."

"What time can I begin?" she asked eagerly.

"Because of the comprehensive nature of these interviews, I will be dedicating the entire day to them. The first interview will take place in the morning from 9:00 until noon and the second in the afternoon from 1:00 until 4:00. I will call you both in at 5:00 to announce my decision."

"OK," she said, "sounds fair." 

"Fair?" he asked, surprised to hear the word used in his office. Remember, ""losers lose by the rules ..."

"...And winners win by redefining them," she said finishing his sentence with a slight smile.

"Pick a number between one and ten," he asked.

"Lucky seven," Natasha answered without hesitation.

"Very well," Mr. Stone said. "Unless you hear from me before, I need you to arrive here tomorrow at 1:00 pm sharp. One through five was for the morning interview, six through ten the afternoon. You picked seven. I will see you tomorrow at 1:00. Feel free to take the morning off to prepare any way you feel necessary. Be here at 1:00 and be ready."

"Yes sir," she answered, "I will be. Anything else before I leave?" she offered.

"That will be all for today, Natasha" he answered. "Thank you for coming in. Please close the door on your way out."

Natasha leaned forward as she stood up from the embrace of the soft leather chair. She paused briefly to ensure a memorable view of her full shimmering chocolate cleavage for his tired eyes. She straightened her blouse and skirt. "Thank you for the opportunity of my interview tomorrow. You won't be disappointed." She turned, walked across the large office and opened the door. As she walked through the door she knew her life and career at Jacobson and Cox would never been the same. She heard him pick up his phone behind her. As she began to close the door she heard his rugged masculine voice. "Sonja, can you come in here please?"

Natasha walked slowly back to her desk. Her mind spun as she tried to comprehend what just happened. "What did it mean?" she thought to herself. "What did he mean? What did I mean?" A dozen emotions ricocheted within her. She felt the tension as she walked through the maze of the main office area. In her periphery she saw other employees cleaning out their desks, putting what had been their secure careers in a cardboard box provided by the firm, under the watchful eye of security guards. She slipped into the chair at her desk, rested her elbows on the desk and cupped her face in her hands. 

Natasha inhaled deeply and slowly let it out to catch her breath and composure. Everything she had dedicated her life too was on the line. She felt overwhelmed. She continued to breathe deeply into her hands, losing herself in the contemplation of all that was happening. Minutes passed before being startled out of her daze by the sound of Sonja's confident seductive voice. 

"Not to worry Natasha." 

Natasha quickly looked up to see Sonja smiling confidently at the side of her desk. She felt a sting of competitive anger at herself that Sonja would see her looking insecure. 

"Why don't you just take the whole day off tomorrow," Sonja continued arrogantly. "When I'm done with him, there won't be anything left for your interview. You might as well pack up your things now while the good boxes are still available."

Natasha felt blindsided by Sonja's audacious razor sharp words. She stumbled to respond, still coming out of her daze. "I, uh, you..."

"Don't strain yourself Nat," Sonja interrupted as she continued her calm calculated assault of intimidation. "The position is mine. I told Carl he has never experienced what complete unrestricted employee dedication can feel like. He will when he interviews me in the morning and then hires me as his personal paralegal. Just imagining the possibilities for his cock will get me up soaking wet in the morning." Sonja paused with a smile, running her hands up and down her body as she imagined the possibilities. "There is nothing I won't do for him to keep this job Natasha – and I will enjoy every minute of it." She raised her arms out at her sides and looked admiringly at her own perfect body as if to invite Natasha to do the same. "Who wouldn't want this?" she asked rhetorically. 

"Ugh!" was all Natasha could grunt, still stunned by the boldness of Sonja's relentless trash talk.

Sonja seized the opportunity to make an obvious glance down at Natasha's still moist cleavage and back again to her eyes. "After I get this job Natasha, we might even hook up so I can let you have some," she said tauntingly.

Natasha knew Sonja meant what she said and was willing to do anything it took to secure the position. Sonja's reputation for unorthodox backroom case settlement negotiations was infamous. Whispers inside and outside the firm boasted Sonja's uncanny ability to win huge out-of-court settlements through "under-the-table" negotiations. Sonja never confirmed nor denied the allegations, always citing attorney-client privilege with a smile. However she always publicly relished her professional victories by reciting the mantra: "losers lose by the rules, and winners win by redefining them." If half the stories of Sonja's maneuvers to win individual cases were true, there would be no limit to what she would do to keep her career at Jacobson and Cox. Sonja counted on Natasha being aware of her reputation. 

Sonja is a 5'6" Brazilian bombshell with hot Latin blood running through her veins. Her gorgeous light brown face is accentuated with high prominent cheek bones, deep brown eyes, and a bleach-white smile. She enjoyed wearing fashionable, belted, low cut, mid-thigh length dresses that showed off her perfectly rounded 35C tits, small waist and long legs. Her customary two inch heals allowed the material of her dresses to accent and sway over her tight ass when she strutted confidently across a room. Sonja was hot and knew it. She chose law over being a model to feed her voracious lust for power and unquenchable thirst to win. She never hesitated to use anything at her disposable to ensure both.

"Beginning tomorrow," she said making one final pass to deflate her opponent, "it will be my job every day to take his firm in my hands and find ways to make it grow." Sonja smiled at the cleverness of her double entendre and the obvious success of her assault. Her words landed hard. Natasha sat shocked and uncharacteristically speechless by Sonja's brazen assault. 

Without another word, Sonja disappeared as stealthy as she arrived. She accomplished her mission. The preemptive attack went better than she had imagined. Sonja had the upper hand and intended to keep it.

Suddenly alone, Natasha's mind spun in disbelief. She felt dizzy from all that had taken place in the last hour. The position of her dreams that she had dedicated her career to achieve was now on the line. She had wondered what Mr. Stone meant when he said "to get and keep this position will require more from you than you have ever given or imagined." The twinkle in his eye and tone in his voice implied he would now expect more than legal posturing from her. Normally she would resist sexual advances in the work place, let alone any expectation of sexual favors, even to keep her job. Sexual harassment cases firms were never pretty. Today, everything was different.  

Natasha loved her job and career and Jacobson and Cox. Even in the best of economic times, her loyalty and fit with the firm's legal culture would keep her here. However, the current economic climate doesn't allow for options. The downturn was forcing local law firms to hemorrhage. Rather than hiring paralegals, firms were flooding the unemployment offices with them. Natasha was desperate for her job. 

Natasha began to ponder what new expectations and requirements Mr. Stone would have for her. She was surprised by how she felt stirred by the possibilities. It was one thing to oppose workplace sexual advances in general; it was another to imagine the specific possibilities of what being with Mr. Stone could be like. His power, position and rugged personality made him mysterious. More than a few nights since working for this division, Natasha had fallen into blissful asleep in the loneliness of her bed after pleasuring herself with fantasies of him. She had imagined the contrast of his Caucasian hand caressing every inch of her smooth ebony skin. She had imagined the sting of a gentle assault of her nipples between his teeth, only to brought to orgasm through his tongue's work on her clit. She moaned imagining his long thick cock getting lost down her throat as it moved back and forth through her full lips. She felt her nipples harden and pussy moisten at the thought of him pounding her love box with his throbbing shaft until it exploded to fill her with his warm creamy juices. The more she contemplated the possibilities, she realized Mr. Stone's new requirements were not "other duties as assigned," but new benefits being offered.

Then she thought of Sonja. Just the thought of her caused Natasha's stomach to sour and new resolve to rise within her. Although Natasha was unsure about what Mr. Stone fully had in mind, it was clear what Sonja's intentions were. She was going to work him over with her body until nothing was left. Natasha's competitive juices began to boil. "Not on my watch," she said to herself. "Not without a fight."

Natasha locked the stack of court papers on her desk in her file cabinet, instead of putting them in her briefcase to work on at home as she usually did. "I have a new case to prepare for tonight," she thought to herself, "one I cannot lose." Tomorrow would either be her last day at Jacobson and Cox or the first day of the rest of her life.

Chapter Two – Court is in Session

At 8:45 the elevator door opened to the Jacobson and Cox twelfth floor. A five inch black stiletto stepped out of the elevator and onto the floor, exposing a long brown leg laced in matching black fishnet stockings. Sonja exited the elevator. Its doors closed behind her. Sonja stood there and took a deep breath. Many of the desks normally buzzing with activity by this time were vacated. She lifted her chin and began to walk confidently across the long hallway toward her desk. "I will not be a casualty," she said to herself. "This day is mine." Fellow workers couldn't help looking up to notice the height of her shoes and the fishnet stockings that appeared out of the long black overcoat as she walked by. They all knew whatever she had on her calendar for the day, she meant business. It was game day.


Satisfy Her



Janet is twenty two years old and she is ready for a change. 

Janet has always attracted men. Her tomboy look is softened by a few curves and a small chest but her appeal goes beyond the physical. She has an easy way with men.

She found that she needs only to stand near a man and talk with him to generate burning desire. He will usually try to hide his feelings by acting casual and making jokes. But he cannot take his eyes off her. She says silly things and makes little movements of her body until he becomes mesmerized.

As his desire grows she feels compelled to draw him in. She wants to make him surrender to her. She wants him to see only her. This usually leads her into his bed. She moves beneath him. He puts his hands on her back and feels her pressing against his chest. He enters her and breathes deeply as he loses control.

She can feel his muscles tensing. Her hips flex with his movements. He is drawn to a mighty climax. She feels desirable, attractive. From now on, her presence will be like an aphrodisiac to him. Janet has had many men.

Janet was not as successful with her career. She did not go to college. She has held a few jobs but none of them required much skill. Consequently, none paid will. She was hired as a clerk in this company two years ago.

Janet discovered that she could take a course at the community college to become qualified as an executive assistant. She attended night school for twelve months. 

She recently was promoted to be an assistant to the project leader. With her greater responsibilities came a new sense of self-worth.

All of the men at work noticed Janet. She could see their looks. There was one, however, who caught her eye. Tom was older than her. He must have been in his thirties. He was divorced and lived alone. You tend to learn many details of your co-workers lives when you work in a corporation like this.

Tom seemed different than the other men. He was friendly and Janet could tell that he liked her. He seemed to appreciate her feminine charms. He also seemed amused by her. He would often smile while she talked. He did not become awkward around her like the other men. She found herself attracted to Tom.

This evening Janet was working late. She had been given a particularly important assignment. She was staying to finish her part of the project. Around six o'clock she took a break from her work. She planned to relax for a while in the reception area to clear her head before she made a last review.

She saw Tom sitting on one of the sofas. He was studying a stack of papers. There were no other people in the room. Everyone else had gone home. Tom noticed Janet. He asked, "Working late today?" She replied, "We need to finish this project before Monday." Tom said, "Me too. We have been pretty busy lately."

They sat in comfortable silence. Tom continued his work. Janet gathered her thoughts. She started wondering if her magic would work on him. She had decided previously that he was not gay. He just did not seem to need her attention. This made her curious. She wondered if she could draw him in.

Janet asked Tom what he was working on. He said that it was a difficult piece of work. It was a challenge which he enjoyed. He was almost finished for tonight and would she like to accompany him to dinner?

This took her by surprise. There had been no sign that he was chasing her. She was not accustomed to men asking her out simply to be with her. She accepted his invitation.

They went to a small restaurant. There were a few customers at other tables. During the meal they talked. Tom did not make small talk but he was interested in many things. They talked about the office. She told him about her recent promotion at the company.

Janet liked Tom's way of speaking directly to her. He was not trying to impress her. She felt flattered. As they finished their coffee Tom asked her, "Did I take you away from your plans this evening?"

Janet assured him that she had no plans. She was still trying to gauge his reaction to her.

Tom asked casually as if he just had the thought, "Would you like to come to my house to watch a movie?" Janet thought for a while. Things had moved rapidly. She was not sure where they stood. 

Usually she felt completely in control. Right now, she could not tell if Tom was merely proposing a movie or trying like all the other men to get her into his bed.

She considered saying she wanted to go home and get some rest. She knew, however, that she would always wonder what would have happened. This was a new experience for her. Janet agreed to go to Tom's house.

They drove in Tom's car and left hers at the office. He lived in a two story cape. The house had a pleasant appearance. They parked in the driveway and he let her in through the front door.

The house had good quality furnishings which were not too artfully arranged. Janet was impressed that it was clean. She thought to herself, a man does not have to be a great decorator but should at least be able to keep his house clean.

Janet wondered if she should be feeling wary. Tom did not seem threatening. She reminded herself that they worked together at the office and they both needed their jobs. She was not too worried anyway.

Tom had a nice collection of movies on DVDs. They decided to watch a romantic comedy. The television was in the den. He put the disc in the player. They opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass.

Janet settled down on one side of the sofa and he sat on the other. The sofa was large so she could easily draw her legs up under her and lean back in the cushions. She kicked off her shoes and relaxed. The movie was fun.

Janet's mind started drifting. Tom seemed happy to have her company. He had not put a move on her. She wondered if he was attracted to her. Janet knew that she should wait for him to be the aggressor but she could not help herself.

She said the wine had made her feel relaxed and she would like to lean on Tom if he wouldn't mind. He sait that would be nice. He turned to sit in the corner of the sofa which allowed her to recline against him. He put his arm over the back of the sofa. She Lay on her side with her head on his shoulder. She noticed that he was fit. She sighed and leaned against him.

Eventually Tom allowed his arm to drape across her. It was understandable that he could not keep it on the back of the sofa forever. There was something intimate about his arm resting on her side. Janet could feel that Tom was warming to her. She was getting back a little of that sense of power.

After a few minutes she decided to make herself more comfortable. She turned onto her back which put her head on Tom's chest and made her front visible. Tom appreciated the view. Instead of putting his arm back over the sofa, Tom left it where it was. His hand rested on her abdomen. She could feel his arm pressing on her chest. Both of them were happy with the sensation.

Tom moved his hand over Janet's ribs and stomach. His touch felt good. She made no effort to discourage him. She felt great relief that he was attracted to her. His hand moved up until it made contact with her bra. After a moment it moved even higher to cover her breast.

Janet thought that maybe she should stop him but this was something she had wanted all evening. She simply rested her head against his chest and sighed to let him know that he could proceed.

Tom found her buttons and opened them one at a time. He was not in a hurry. He pulled the tails of the blouse out of her skirt. His hand roamed over her stomach and rib cage and bra-covered breasts.

Janet was feeling things that she did not usually feel when she was with a man. Tom was making her feel good. She was warming to his touch. This was different. Janet was curious about how it would end.

Tom asked Janet if he could remove her clothes. She told him it would be all right. He had her lean forward. He pulled her blouse off her shoulders and she took her arms from the sleeves. He put the blouse on a chair. He unhooked her bra, removed it and draped it on the seat of the chair.

He then asked her to lean back. She lay across his lap to rest her head on the arm of the sofa. This allowed him to unzip her skirt and pull it off her legs. He pushed down her stockings. Then he put his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down off her legs.

He took off his own shirt but otherwise remained dressed. Janet had always felt comfortable being nude but this situation was somewhat strange because he remained dressed. Tom seemed happy just to have Janet in his arms. She settled back to rest her head against Tom's shoulder and turned slightly toward the TV so her back crossed his chest and lap. He now had full access to her body.

Janet no longer had any question about Tom's sexuality. He explored her body. His fingers roamed over her stomach and ribs. Tom let his hand move up over her chest. He seemed to appreciate Janet's small breasts. He pressed on a breast causing her muscles to tense from excitement.

He then touched the areola. This made a charge go through her body down to her groin. His finger traced the areola causing little bumps to grow. Janet could feel the nipple stiffening. Tom squeezed the nipple with his thumb and index finger. Janet let out a soft moan.

Tom paid the same attention to the other breast. Both nipples became hard and sensitive. He moved his hand down over her chest and stomach. Below the stomach his fingers met her downy pubic hair. Usually Janet was blase about all things sexual. In this case however she felt that a secret place was being entered. No man had ever made her feel that way.

Tom gently stroked the soft hair. The movements of his fingers drew sensations deep inside her pelvis. She longed for his touch. Shortly, he did move his hand down and allowed a finger to slide between her labia. Now her sexual excitement was rising rapidly. Janet wanted him in her.

Tom pressed into her vagina. She was wet. He slid easily in and then he moved the finger out allowing it to graze over her clitoris. Janet was becoming highly aroused. Tom turned slightly so his other hand could roam over her chest. He squeezed her breasts and her nipples while his finger moved in and out of her vagina and over her clitoris. Janet's breathing became irregular. She was close to orgasm.

Tom then stopped and asked if they could go to the bedroom. Janet was sorry to have the stimulation interrupted but she did want Tom inside her. They moved to the bedroom. Tom took off his clothes. This made Janet feel better. She was no longer the only undressed person in the room. She could see him in the dim light. His penis was thick and good length. She anticipated being entered.

They pulled the covers down on the bed. Janet lay on her back. She was completely relaxed. She still had the glow from Tom's attention in the den. Tom lay down beside her. Once again, his hand roamed over her body. He caressed her chest and abdomen. His finger slid over her clitoris into the vagina.

Tom moved his body over Janet's. She reached up to place her hands on his shoulders and pulled him toward her. She bent her knees and let her legs fall apart to open herself for him. He aimed the head of his penis at the entrance to her vagina. He pressed into the opening. She was moist so he slid easily into her. She felt herself being stretched. It did take a minute for her to accommodate him. Soon he was fully inside her.

He covered her completely. It felt good. She drew up her legs to help him gain deep access. She flexed her hips with his thrusts. She could feel him becoming more aroused. His penis throbbed and became harder.

Tom and Janet fell into a rhythm. They felt no urgency. Both were enjoying the act. When Tom was close to orgasm he did something that Janet did not expect. He pulled partly out of her vagina so he could place his hand on her mound with a finger resting directly on her clitoris. He then pushed his penis back deep into her vagina.

Stimulation of her clitoris and vagina caused Janet to lose all control. An overwhelming wave swept through her. Her muscles contracted. She cried out, "I'm cumming." His finger moved lightly and rapidly over her clitoris forcing her to orgasm. When there was no longer any chance that she could avoid a climax he removed his finger and pumped into her. They pressed against each other again and again until both were spent.

Tom went to the bathroom to replace his briefs then he came back to the bedroom. Janet remained lying on the bed. He pulled up the covers and put his arm around her. She felt warm and drowsy. She was satisfied.



Satisfy



Sonja saw the lights on in Mr. Stone's office. The curtains for his inside glass walls were closed, as they often were when he met with clients or needed privacy. Sonja had never been in Mr. Stone's office alone with the curtains closed. She smiled and felt emboldened at the thought. She promptly marked the arrival of 9:00 with a knock on his door. 

She heard his strong voice from behind the door. "Come in please."

Employees across the floor watched as Sonja opened the door, stepped into the office with a smile and closed the door to the inner sanctum.

"Good Morning, Mr. Stone" Sonja said in her most seductive voice, as if she had practiced for the moment.

"Good Morning Sonja," he replied looking handsome from behind his desk wearing one of his many custom tailored Italian suits. 

"Shall I lock this?" she asked maintaining her seductive voice while still standing by the door in her overcoat and holding a small purse.

"It won't be necessary," he replied calmly, "unless you prefer."

She slowly turned the key in the bolt lock until she heard it click. "I feel better knowing you have the freedom to examine me without interruption," she said coyly.

"Please come in, take your coat off and have a seat," he said gesturing to the leather chair across from his desk. "There is a lot I would like to accomplish, probably more than we have time for."

"Me too," Sonja answered softly with a slight smile. "We will have plenty of opportunities in the months and years ahead," she added as she strode across the large room toward his desk.

"I like your confidence Sonja," he said admiring how attractive she was.

Sonja set her purse down next to the leather chair and seized the moment to slowly release the three buttons of her overcoat. She reached up to slip the open coat off her shoulders and into her arm. She smiled with satisfaction seeing the surprised look of lusty approval on his face. Sonja gave a small confident wink with her smile as she stood across from his desk in a classy black velvet ultra-mini dress held on only by small spaghetti straps over the shoulders. Her perfect round firm breasts strained the tiny material at the top of the dress and offered suspense that their release in any direction was immanent. The thin lace trim at the bottom of the dress was barely long enough to cover her small tight ass. Long fishnet-covered legs poured out from her dress and down to the sexiest pair of shoes he had ever seen. She watched as Mr. Stone tried to nonchalantly adjust himself behind his desk from his immediate erection.

"May I hang my coat in your closet?" she asked politely feeling confident she had started strong and had Mr. Stone right where she wanted him. "He may think he is the one in control," she thought to herself waiting for an answer. "Natasha won't have a chance when I am done with him."

"Um, yah, yes, help yourself" he stammered, unable to take his eyes off the Latin vision before him. "Feel free, and then take a seat," he added trying to regain composure.

She slowly strode across to the wall closet, taking advantage of every step to sway her velvet covered ass. She hung the coat up, closed the door, and walked across the room as if she were giving a private show on a fashion runway. She leaned forward exposing most of her round brown tits as she slowly lowered herself into the leather chair. The hem of her dress couldn't help sliding up as she sat, exposing a glance of her matching black thong beneath. Sonja crossed her legs. "Well Mr. Stone, shall we begin. I am committed to fulfill everything you have on your mind for our time together."

"Before we begin, I need you to sign this please." Mr. Stone slid a single sheet of paper across his desk toward Sonja. "It is a simple waiver that indicates your willing participation in all that takes place in our interview without coercion or being under duress. It also confirms your same willingness to engage in any similar activity as part of your responsibilities to me in the future as mutually consenting adults."

Sonja read the short statement and smiled as she signed it without reservation. "Bring it on," she said as she slid it back across the desk to him.

"Thank you." Mr. Stone began the interview as professionally as he could. He attempted not to be distracted by her continual glances, posturing and tones of seduction. He couldn't help thinking Sonja might single-handedly be responsible for global warming and massive arctic ice melts. For the first two hours, he drilled her on matters of corporate, contract and other forms of law. It was an intensive exhaustive legal examination just short of the bar exam. He knew whichever candidate he hired would need the qualifications as a top paralegal in the city, if not the country. 

Sonja answered the questions with smooth calculated accuracy. Her responses were so confident, they almost begged for harder questions to challenge her. Sonja loved being pushed and stretched intellectually. The competitive challenge always caused her adrenaline to flow and her libido to stir. She often found herself so aroused during law courses, she would secretly finger herself to orgasm while completing exams. The next class to use the room would find Sonja's chair wet on test days.

Time passed quickly for Sonja as she closed in on the second hour of Mr. Stone's relentless legal examination. With every question she became more aroused. She felt her nipples hardening. Her small black thong had been soaked for more than a half an hour, giving little reason to still have it on. Her stomach stirred. She couldn't remember when she wanted to devour anyone more ravenously than Mr. Stone at that moment. Only the desk separated her from what she knew would redefine ecstasy for him.

"Well Sonja," Mr. Stone said as he pushed the papers in front of him to the side, "you have performed very well. I can't imagine anyone answering these questions with more expertise than you have demonstrated. I am very impressed."

"Thank you Mr. Stone," she said with a slight blush. She looked at the clock and realized it was only 11:00.

"We have one final hour remaining for your interview Sonja," he continued. "I told you yesterday that a key part of this examination will be your ability to demonstrate willing dedication."

"Yes sir," she said allowing a smile to escape. She uncrossed her legs, leaned forward assertively, and slowly stood up from the chair. She intentionally refrained from pulling her dress down, allowing the bottom of her wet thong to be exposed to him and the air in the room. "Mr. Stone, how can I demonstrate my complete willingness to meet your every need, request, and desire? What can I do to make you absolutely certain there is nothing you could not ask that I would not willingly do, and surpass your expectations in the process?" 

"Just asking the question as you have Sonja, goes a long way. You are very convincing. However, as we have learned in our profession, good intentions and words are nice, but only actions prove what is real."

"Yes sir. I am not here to talk, I am here to prove what is more real than you ever imagined." Sonja felt a drop of moisture from her drenched thong begin to escape down her inner thigh.

"Initiative is going to be an important part of this examination and your potential work here Sonja. I am already convinced you are willing to do anything I ask. What I need to know are the limits, if any, you have for what you are willing to do on your own initiative." 

"You want to know how far I will go to please you on my own initiative," she repeated to clarify.

"Yes," he affirmed. 

"How can I prove that to you?" she asked.

"For the next hour, you are completely in charge of what happens in this room." Sonja's eyes widened in surprise. "It is the only way for me to know what limitations, if any, you have. You have an hour to use your initiative to prove to me the scope of your willing dedication. Our time for the next hour is yours."

Sonja felt giddy at the invitation. This was better than she could have imagined. "Mr. Stone, I believe nothing shows the scope of a person's willingness more than sex," she asserted, losing no time to seize control. "When it comes to sex, there is no limit to what I won't do." She felt two more drops descend her inner leg.

Sonja confidently walked around Mr. Stone's desk to his chair. He turned it to face her arrival. She took hold of his Italian silk tie and pulled it up, signaling for him to stand. As he did, she planted her lips onto his, giving him a long passionate kiss. He pulled her close. She immediately felt his member growing hard as it pressed against her pelvis. She moved her hands up to gently slide his suit coat off and dropped it on his chair. She loosened his tie and pulled it over his head. Slowly she unbuttoned his white dress shirt as his hands began to travel over her already sensitive body. She pulled off his shirt and undershirt, revealing his strong chest and six-pack stomach. Sonja moaned with pleasure as her hand caressed the muscular landscape. 

Sonja felt the left strap of her dress slide off her shoulder. Mr. Stone began to kiss her neck and shoulder while sliding the strap off her right shoulder. Sonja's knees began to buckle from arousal. She moaned with delight. She quickly moved her hands down to unbuckle his belt, unfasten his pants and lower the zipper with experienced mastery. She slid both hands down the inside of his boxers and slowly lowered herself as she lowered his pants to his ankles. Each inch along the way, she kissed the muscular terrain of his chest and abs, stopping briefly to nibble on his nipple. 

His large thick eight inch cock bounced up as it was released from his descending pants. Sonja lowered herself to her knees. Her hands quickly worked to remove his shoes, socks and pants, while her mouth couldn't resist consuming the large cock pulsating in front of her. 

"Aaaghh!" he cried out.

Her tongue worked like a high speed rotor around his shaft as her warm moist mouth ravenously consumed it up and down her throat. Mr. Stone had never experienced anything like the skills she was putting to work on him. Sonja had waited for this moment and didn't want it to end. Time slowed. She felt his shaft swell and pulsate in her mouth. Her experience told her he was about to blow like a volcano. She enjoyed every stroke. The thought she was in complete control aroused her all the more. 

Then it hit her. "Am I really in control?" she wondered as she continued to bury his large shaft between her lips. She pulled her mouth off of him and looked up.

"Aaaghh!" he cried out, "don't stop, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum!"

"Am I really in control?" she asked seductively as she watched the agony on his face.

"If you have to ask, then maybe you aren't sure yourself," he quipped.

She stood up next to him and let her dress slip to the floor. He moaned admiringly at her perfect round breasts, flat stomach, tight ass and long fishnet covered legs leading to the five inch stilettos. She walked around his desk to the purse she left next to the chair. She reached in and pulled out four leather straps she brought for just such an opportunity. She cleared the few papers sitting on his desk then reached across it to take his hand.

"Come up here Lover Boy," she invited. "I'm going to show you there is no limit to what I won't do."

Mr. Stone's sack was engorged and his large cock throbbed in agony. "You're in charge," he said, "eager to have her finish what she started. He sat on his desk and spun his feet around.

"Lay back," she ordered and put your hands over your head." Mr. Stone obliged. He felt a leather strap wrap around his right wrist then felt it cinched down as she tied it to the front leg of his desk. She quickly tied the next strap to his left wrist and secured it to the back leg of his desk. She moved to the other end of the desk and attached a strap to his right leg and anchored it down. She repeated the process with his left leg and secured it to the desk. There was something deeply arousing for Sonja to see him spread out on his desk, naked, aroused, helpless, and completely at her disposal. 

"That's better" she said as she walked around the desk to his face. He only smiled. "You look thirsty," she added. "I know I am." She climbed on top of him, positioning her face above his still throbbing cock, and lowering her dripping cunt onto his face. "Drink up," she offered. Sonja smiled as she looked down at his large member begging for attention. She dropped her head with precision, taking his strong member between her lips and forcing it down her throat until it disappeared. 

Mr. Stone let out a gasp as he lapped up the juices from her already wet pussy. The faster she pumped his cock down her throat, the faster he consumed her clit with his mouth and tongue. They devoured each other like two shipwrecked islanders who hadn't eaten in a week. He could feel her button get bigger with each pass of his tongue. She moaned as his swollen cock was ready to explode. 

Feeling his warm juices ready to flow, she pulled his shaft out of her mouth. He yelled as a large rope of pent-up thick cream exploded across her face. She took his dick back into her mouth and relentlessly pumped the thick creamy jizz down her throat. 

The experience of his juices coating her throat put her over the edge. Her hips began to buck as she pushed her neatly shaven bush into his face. Sonja convulsed as she drenched Mr. Stone's mouth and face with her love juices. "Don't stop," she demanded, "don't stop." He began to suck her pussy lips into his mouth and work his tongue over the swollen surface. Sonja's body quaked in rapturous delight, until she collapsed on top of him.

After a moment to catch her breath, Sonja realized she had limited time to prove what she was capable of. She took his softened shaft back into her mouth, confident her tongue action would bring it back to attention.

"Oh," he moaned, "I don't know if I can so soon." 

"As I prove what I am capable of Mr. Stone, you will discover new levels of what you are capable of."

He was aroused by her confidence. As she continued her magic with her tongue, his mast began to rise. "Come to mamma," she said in her best Latin voice. She loved the feel of his member swelling in her mouth.

Sonja sat up and turned her body so she now faced him as she straddled his body. She took his enlarged shaft in her hand and lowered her pussy lips to the head of his waiting penis. She aroused herself by stroking her labia with his firm head. Sonja moaned with delight. Without warning she dropped her body onto his, forcing his shaft to penetrate deep into her love box. They both looked up and let out a moan in response. 

Sonja slowly picked up speed as she rode him. Her breasts swayed over him. He wanted so badly to reach up and take her swaying tits in his hands, but remained helpless tied to his own desk. She read his mind and began to caress her own tits as she moved up and down on his shaft. She circled her areolas with her fingers and began to pinch her nipples until they were erect and swollen. "You like that Lover?" she asked knowingly.

She felt his arousal began to grow again in the deep recesses of her pussy. Her muscles grabbed him tighter as she began to pump him faster. She dropped her hands to the desk to lean over him as she continued to rock his body. Her tits swung back and forth begging for attention. His thickening shaft rubbed across her love box bringing her close to another orgasm. Her body took over; her head spun with dizziness. "Oh God, oh God." Her pace quickened until she let out a deep breath and her body trembled. Muscles deep inside her pussy grabbed his shaft harder. He began to move his hips up and down, draining her of every drop. Her lubricated pussy continued to take him in, pumping him for all he was worth. Suddenly his body shook violently as juices erupted from the deepest recesses of his body. Tremors rippled through their exhausted bodies. 

Mr. Stone lay limp across his own desk, unable to move. Sonja brought her face near to his and began to kiss his lips. She could taste her own juices still on his lips and in his mouth. She kissed him deeply, drinking in all she could capture.

"You are amazing," he said. "I will never forget what has just happened here."

Sonja looked at the clock. It was 11:45. The wheels in her mind began to turn. "Oh Mr. Stone, we still have 15 minutes." He looked up with some surprise that she wanted more. "What I have shown you so far, many are capable of. What I still have for you, few would be willing to attempt." She reached down to begin to massage his spent member. "Mr. Stone, I am now going to prove and demonstrate what real willing dedication is."

Mr. Stone's curiosity began to churn. Sonja brought her leg over his body and stepped off his desk. She walked back over to her purse and retrieved a small bottle of baby oil. She climbed back on the desk and straddled him as she had before. She poured some oil in her hand and began to massage his lukewarm dick. The oil with the mastery of her massage began to do their work. He was aroused by her beauty and determination. To his surprise, his dick began to respond like hardening clay in her hands. He could already begin to feel the arousal stir within him.

"I need you as big as I can get you for what I have next," she said with a smile. She pumped his shaft relentlessly as she massaged the slippery oil into him. "Gawd, I love the way you feel." 

Sonja looked at the clock. Time was ticking away. Mr. Stone was again hard as a rock. She poured more oil into her hand and began to massage her own ass. As she lubricated it, she slowly slipped her middle finger in, and then her index finger with it, then her ring finger. She methodically lubricated and prepared her ass for the biggest dick ever to penetrate her back hole. Sonja took his still hard dick in one hand and began to massage the entrance of her ass with it. Watching the clock move close to the final hour, she slowly lowered herself onto his member. Two inches of his shaft disappeared. She rose up, allowing some of his dick to withdraw, only to lower herself further a second time. She moaned as half his dick disappeared into the dark of her bowels. Mr. Stone clinched his fists as the edge of his swollen shaft pushed against the tight walls of her readied ass. Sonja rose up one more time, only to push herself completely down onto his body, impaling her with the entire length of his shaft. They both let out a cry of shared pain and delight. 

Sonja slowly began to ride her boss, this time with him deep in her ass. Her muscles involuntarily convulsed, grabbing his dick harder than he had ever experienced. She persisted to rock, gradually picking up speed. She moved into an aggressive steady rhythm. Mr. Stone's head began to spin as the pressure on his dick demanded another orgasm. He could feel the force of juices he didn't know he could still have begin to rise within him. Sonja felt his shaft swelling inside her and saw the effect on his face.

"I want every drop you have left to fill my ass so I will be dripping your cum for days."

The sound of her seductive voice and words put him over the edge. Loads of cum pushed through his aching dick with the force of a fire hose through a straw. Mr. Stone began to buck, ramming his dick further into the willing ass of his employee. Spurts of thick white cream filled deep crevices within her body. Mr. Stone collapsed, completely spent under her. "Oh Gawd," he said breathing hard, "you have completely drained me."

Sonja looked up at the clock. She watched the second hand make its way around to join the other two hands at the twelve. She leaned forward to put her mouth next to her boss' ear. "Mmmmm," she whispered with a smile. "Well, Mr. Stone, in only an hour I have demonstrated there is nothing I won't do. There are no limits to my dedication. There is nothing I am not capable of or not willing to do. With all the force she could muster, she caused her ass muscles to grab hold of his soft cock still deep within her. As you have just experienced Mr. Stone, my ass – literally, my ass belongs to you.




Satisfy



Without another word, Sonja slipped off the desk. She quietly unstrapped the leather restraints, freeing Mr. Stone, and let them drop to the foot of each leg of his desk. No more words were necessary. Her actions of the last hour spoke for themselves. She slipped her dress over her head. She left the moist thong on his desk as a memento. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, walked across the room, and unlocked the door. As she opened it she felt the confidence of a lawyer giving an unbeatable closing argument to a jury. She walked through the door and closed it behind her. She whispered to herself, "Case closed."

Chapter Three – Court is Reconvened

Carl Stone slowly got dressed. He was exhausted from the Sonja's impressive interview. Dehydrated and tired, he ordered take out to be delivered immediately from the familiar sports bar downstairs. 

Images of Sonja from the last hour rushed through his mind and stirred his body. She was relentless and competitive. She took initiative. He was convinced there really was nothing she would not do, with or without permission. 

He also felt glad for the respite of an hour lunch break and two hour preliminary legal exam of Natasha. The next three hours will be helpful to regain his strength and readiness for the final hour of Natasha's "willing dedication" interview. He knew Natasha would have a slight advantage in her knowledge of law and legal procedures over Sonja. While the difference was small, Sonja more than made up through the use of every asset at her disposal. She never liked to lose and would do whatever it takes to win. He had just experienced that personally. He knew this competition would be decided in the final hour of Natasha's interview.

Natasha had never prepared for a case the way she used the last several hours to prepare for this interview. She was excited for the competition and nervous for what was at stake. All evening she thought back to conversations she overhead Mr. Stone have with other male lawyers describing what he most enjoyed from women in his sexual exploits. While Mr. Stone was always careful what he said in mixed company, she couldn't help hearing when a conversation took place just a few feet away in a courthouse hallway or at the office coffee lounge. She had learned there was nothing lawyers liked to talk more about than their conquests, whatever the form. Her attention always piqued when she heard him talk about what turned him on. His honed gift of storytelling always aroused her and stimulated her imagination. She had enjoyed multiple orgasms over recent years by fantasizing herself in his stories, twice as she stood hidden around the corner while he spoke. She never imagined how useful the information might be. 

Natasha maximized her morning hours finalizing her preparations. She tried not to think about the unrestricted, all out assault Sonja was capable of in the privacy of Mr. Stone's office. Natasha poured herself a large glass of Merlot and gave herself a toast. She emptied it down her parched throat, counting on it to heighten her courage and lower her inhibitions. It was time. She was ready.

Mr. Stone ate his lunch, contemplating the significance of these interviews as he enjoyed the view of the city. He felt strength and energy returning to his body. The hour passed quickly and was marked by a knock at his door. Mr. Stone slowly spun back around in his chair to face his desk. He pulled his tie firm around his neck and straightened the papers in front of him. He also was ready.

Natasha stood nervously on the other side. She recognized she just knocked on the door of a new day. Walking through it would change her life, one way or the other. Everything she had worked for was at stake. Her performance the next three hours would determine the rest of her career and livelihood. She was glad to feel the Merlot taking its warming effect throughout her body. 

"Come in." 

Mr. Stone's voice sounded strong and assertive through the solid wooden door. She turned the knob and walked in. His eyes widened and face lit up as he took in the vision of Natasha's beauty. She was always an attractive asset to the office, but he had never seen her so stunning. 

She stood just inside the door wearing a lightly-starched almost sheer white sleeveless button blouse with an open collar. The top button on the blouse was positioned at the base of her cleavage and was left undone. Only the button below it was fastened, allowing the bottom of the blouse to open slightly to show off her dark firm stomach and belly button. Beneath the sheer white material of her blouse, Natasha wore a lacy underwire shelf bra that completely exposed her dark full breasts. Her thick black nipples stood erect from her excitement and boldly pressed through the tightly fitting blouse. Natasha was used to her large round ebony tits mesmerizing any man with an ounce of testosterone. She normally enjoyed leaving them covered just enough to kindle their imagination. Today was different. The generous open cleavage and sheer material of the blouse put them on full display for Mr. Stone. 

Natasha's white blouse was contrasted by a short red professional-looking leather skirt that stopped much higher than Natasha normally wore. The skirt appeared painted on and Mr. Stone began to wonder with lust what her tight ass looked like on the other side. Natasha's bare long, firm mocha legs descended from the skirt into a pair of red sexy two inch heels that matched her skirt. Her legs glistened from the half bottle of baby oil she rubbed into them before arriving. She knew from her listening research that Mr. Stone had a preference for oiled bare legs. Natasha's topped it off by painting her large full lips a matching red and wore a classy string of white pearls around her neck. She held a small red and white basket purse in her hand.

Natasha smiled knowing she had made a good first impression. She enjoyed the moment watching his eyes and imagination study the length and beauty of her form. "Good afternoon Natasha."

"It is a good afternoon, Mr. Stone" she replied confidently with a bright smile. "And it just got better."

"Please lock the door and have a seat.

She turned to close and lock the door behind her. Mr. Stone gasped from across the room. Her firm muscular ass in that tight red skirt stirred his loins. She turned around and walked toward the leather chair across from his desk where everything started the day before. His eyes were riveted on her. Natasha's firm unencumbered breasts jiggled slightly as she moved. They demanded his attention. The closer she got, the more beautiful she became. Natasha noticed the lingering aroma of the morning's sex in the room and four leather straps lying on the floor at each corner of his desk. They confirmed what would be expected of her.

She placed her small basket on the end table next to the chair. She took her seat, allowing the soft leather to embrace her ebony body. She crossed her long shiny legs and smiled at her rugged masculine boss across the desk. "I'm all yours."

Before we begin, I need you to sign this please." Mr. Stone slid the single piece of paper across his desk. "It is a simple waiver indicating your willing participation without coercion or being under duress as a mutually consenting adult. It applies to our interview today and beyond." 

Natasha scanned the legalese and smiled. "I really am all yours." She signed it and passed it back. 

"Thank you," Mr. Stone said accepting her consent. "Let's begin with your legal competency." Mr. Stone drilled Natasha with the same intensity as he had Sonja on matters of relevant law. Natasha answered the questions flawlessly. Her responses were also calm and confident, despite beads of sweat that formed on her face and chest. Mr. Stone couldn't remember when his ability to focus was challenged more than the vision of Natasha's moist body in his leather chair. At the end of the two hours, her damp tight blouse adhered to her firm round dark breasts. 

Mr. Stone's cock had been hard for more than an hour and ached for relief behind his desk. He picked up the papers in front of him, opened the side drawer to his desk and placed them inside. "Very impressive Natasha," Mr. Stone complemented with a broad smile. "You clearly know your stuff."

"Thank you Mr. Stone." She looked up at the clock. It was five minutes to three. 

"All that is left is the opportunity for you to demonstrate the scope of your willing dedication." He dropped his gaze to her moist sexy cleavage, down the length of her body, then back to her eyes. His dick remained rock hard behind the cover of his large desk. Natasha felt butterflies from nervousness and excitement. She could only imagine what Sonja had been capable of that morning. She felt her resolve grow. 

"Well, Mr. Stone," she said adjusting her posture by sitting up taller in the chair and recrossing her long shiny legs. "Exactly how can I demonstrate that to you? As I told you yesterday, the scope of my willingness is bounded only by the limits of your imagination and desires." 

"As you know Natasha, initiative is important here. I have no doubt now you will gladly do anything I ask." Natasha felt a small victory in his words. "However, I need more than that. I need you to demonstrate how far you will go on your own initiative to please me." 

"You want me to take control," she quickly deduced.

"Yes," he affirmed. 

"For the next hour, you are completely in charge of what happens in this room." The wheels of Natasha's mind began to spin. She had another fleeting thought about how Sonja would have responded to an invitation like this. She pushed the thought away and focused on her preparations for this moment. "The only way I will discover the limitations of your willing dedication, if any, is if you are in charge" he continued. "The time is yours. The room is yours. I am yours. You have one hour to convince me." 

Cold chills covered Natasha's body. Mr. Stone's invitation exceeded every previous fantasy she had of him. Natasha stood up. "Well then," she said seductively, "let's get this party started. Why don't you get up from behind that big desk of yours and join me over here." Mr. Stone stood up. His long hard erect cock strained the material of his tight Italian slacks. "Very nice," she said impressed by the size of his bulge. "Leave your coat there and join me. I have something for you." 

She opened the small red and white basket as Mr. Stone walked around his desk toward her. She pulled out a small plate with eight strawberries covered in white and dark chocolate and set it on the small table. 

"My favorite," he whispered.

"I know," she said seductively. "You also like whipped cream," she added as she pulled a small can out of her purse.

"How do you know?" he asked surprised and impressed.

"Because I listen," she said looking into his bright blue eyes. "Since working here I have listened carefully to your whispers of what you like and don't like; what you find irresistible and turns you on." She picked up a strawberry by its stem, turned and pressed her body into his as she raised it to his mouth. She pushed one of her legs in between his and felt the firmness of his dick against her abdomen. He reached around to hold Natasha tight against him. She felt her body melt at the touch of his hand in the center of her damp lower back. "Open up," she said seductively.

Mr. Stone took the large dark chocolate covered strawberry into his mouth. He imagined it was one of her engorged black nipples that had tormented him for the last two hours. The strawberry exploded its juice in his mouth as he bit down. Natasha reached up with her other hand to catch the sweet drops escaping from the corners of his mouth with her finger. She coyly licked it clean with a pass of her tongue.

"You're good," he said impressed.

Natasha smiled knowing there was a difference between fucking him and making love to him. She counted on doing both before the hour was up. 

She gave him a small kiss and enjoyed the taste of strawberry on his lips. "You know what else I know about you?" she asked.

"What's that?" he said with renewed curiosity.

"I know you are ready to explode out of desire to fuck my tits for all they're worth." 

"How did you know?" he again asked with surprise.

"I listen," she said with complete control. "I believe a dedicated employee needs to know what her boss wants, even before he asks. Don't you?"

His knees buckled at her seductive tone and confidence. 

"For every strawberry, I want a piece of your clothes," she said continuing her plan of seduction. Mr. Stone quickly removed his tie and threw it on his desk. "Good boy," she said. She picked up a white coated berry and rubbed it around his lips before placing it against his open mouth.

"Your shirts now," she said, picking up another berry. Mr. Stone pulled both shirts over his head in one smooth motion. He turned to her with a smile. His hand reached up to take one of her large firm tits in his hand. "Not yet, Mr. Stone." She took his hand in hers. "Let's get you undressed first." She giggled as she teased him with the next strawberry, touching the tip of his nose with it, before dropping it into his mouth. The berry melted with flavor and juices in his mouth.

"Now your shoes and socks, Mr. Stone." He quickly obliged and consumed the next berry. "Now the moment I have been waiting for." She reached up and began to unbuckle the belt of his pants. She unfastened his pants and guided the zipper down. She pushed both hands into the front of his pants to aggressively massage his eight inch pulsating cock and balls. Mr. Stone legs began to buckle again. His pants and boxers dropped to his ankles.

"Oh gawd, you're going to make me cum." His body began to shake with immanent orgasm. "Oh, gawd!"

She quickly pulled her hands away and reached over to pick up another strawberry. "Good boy," she said again, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.

"Oh gawd, don't stop Natasha. Please don't stop!" His raging dick throbbed enough to beat against his abdomen above it.

"Here," she said in her calm controlled seductive voice. "I owe you a strawberry." His mouth was open from the agony of her torture. She placed it in his mouth. He enjoyed the feel of its texture and the taste of its sweet juices in his dry mouth.

"Now my turn," she said. "Suddenly I am feeling way over dressed." 

Mr. Stone needed no further permission. He released the only button securing her blouse. He slipped it off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. He couldn't remember anything more beautiful than her full dark breasts standing out toward him, supported by the feminine white lacy shelf bra. He reached up to take them in each hand. 

"Ah, ah," she said raising one hand. "In due time." Her teasing was tormenting him. He wanted to consume her entire body. She turned to expose her bare back and the small zipper in the back of her skirt. He moved close to take hold of the zipper. As he did, Natasha stepped back and pushed her ass against his still hard cock. She reached behind to take hold of his backside with both hands. She pulled him close to force his dick against her leather-covered ass. He moaned as she slowly grinded her ass against his throbbing cock. His large hands took hold of her tiny waist. Her ass danced against his lap. 

"Oh gawd, here it is!" he cried. "I'm going to cum." She again pulled away. His body rocked in greater agony. "Don't stop," he begged.

"I won't," she promised. "First things first, my zipper please."

He took the small zipper between his fingers and lowered it until it stopped. He wasted no time pealing the paint of her skirt off of her. It slid down the length of her long legs and into a clump around her ankles. He reached down and massaged both cheeks of her beautiful black ass in his hands. She unclasped her lacy shelf bra tossed it on his desk. Finishing her striptease, she kept her legs straight as she bent over at the waist in front of throbbing cock. She slowly lowered her matching white thong down the length of her long black legs and stepped out of them. She playfully tossed it next to her bra on his desk.

Natasha slowly turned around and stepped up onto the leather chair. She sat at the top of the chair with her feet on its seat. Her knees were elevated from the high heels on the seat. She smiled invitingly and spread her knees wide before him. 

"I have another strawberry for you." She picked up a monstrous juicy white chocolate covered strawberry from the plate. "I saved this one, just for this." She used the fingers of her other hand to spread the lips of her pussy, as she lowered the strawberry to her pink flesh. Natasha stroked the length of her love box with the point of the swollen berry, giving extra attention to her enlarged clit. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes while stimulating herself to near orgasm with the fruit in her hand. The chocolate of the berry coated her love box as the heat of her pussy melted it off. Natasha's body began to shake. Her nipples stood a full inch in reaction to her pussy's arousal. Natasha let out a moan as she suddenly pushed the entire large berry deep into her pussy. 

"Eat me," Natasha ordered and half-begged. "Eat me like I am the last woman on earth. When I cum, the berry will be yours. You've never had strawberry and cream like this." Mr. Stone kneeled on the seat of the soft leather chair between Natasha's legs. He buried his face into her cunt, with ravenous hunger. His tongue circled her clit before massaging it to submission. Natasha's back arched. She involuntarily pushed her love box harder into his face. Mr. Stone masterfully sucked her clit in and out of his mouth, while his tongue laid siege on her swollen button. Natasha squealed with delight. 

"Oh Shhhhiiiiitttt!" she screamed as her hips began to buck wildly. "Harder! Faster!" Mr. Stone pulled her closer. Natasha's juices poured from her berry-filled pussy like she hadn't given in weeks. Natasha reached up and took Mr. Stone's head in her hands. She pulled his face against her. His lips were sealed against her pussy lips. She squeezed from within her body, forcing the love-coated berry to be delivered into his mouth. "Aaauuugh!" she said.

"Mmmmmmm" he said. "I've never tasted better."

Natasha lost no time and quickly recomposed herself. She pulled his face up to hers and gave him a long wet kiss. She enjoyed the taste of her own love juices on his lips. She whispered into his ear. "That dick of yours has an appointment with my tits." Mr. Stone smiled at the thought.

Natasha reached over and picked up the small can of whipped cream. She shook it, pulled the top off, and handed it to him. "I believe whipped cream is another specialty of yours."

He stopped asking how she knew these things. She just did.

"Cover my breasts the way you like it," she said. 

He turned the can upside down and circled her left breast with whipped cream. Natasha smiled. He raised the can again and continued to circle around her breast moving toward her erect nipple until the entire surface of her massive firm mound was covered. "Very nice," she complemented. "What can you do with the other one?" she asked.

Mr. Stone repeated the pattern, completely covering her right tit with the sweat cream.

"Dessert is served," she said. She took the can from him and placed it back on table. Natasha lowered herself into the seat of the leather chair in front of his hard cock. His cock waved in front of her, begging for attention from the torment. She took his massive piece of meat into her hands and began to massage her cream-coated tits with it. He leaned forward and pressed his cock against her chest. Natasha cupped each of her breasts in her small hands, unable to hold them all. She pressed them together, enclosing his long hard shaft in her snow-covered moguls. 




Satisfying a Wet Thought



He walked over to her, tangling his hand in that thick mane of curly red hair, licking the side of her neck, before kissing her hard and fast. Then he turned around and walked away without a backward glance. 

"I'll see you later." he called over one shoulder.

With that he walked through the doorway and was gone. She shook her head with a laugh, once again he'd left her with a slight ache between her legs. She was beginning to think he enjoyed the lust he saw in her eyes. 

Turning with a soft growl deep in her throat, she walked back to the bath, turned the dial to hot and closed the doors against the slowly rising steam. 

"One of these days." she thought, "one of these days he's going to go to far ... and." 

Then she sighed and pulled towels from the linen closet.

As the steam curled around her body and the soft sting of the spray fell on her back, her thoughts were drawn to him once more. She could still hear the soft hiss of his words as he left. He infuriated her at times, set her world on fire at times and she wondered why she allowed him to affect her so.

Slowly rubbing the soap across the bath glove, she distractedly watched the bubbles form. From somewhere deep in her mind came the unbidden thought ... of suds on his glistening skin. She closed her eyes and saw him standing in front of her, naked and wet from the shower. The smile that brightened her day, filled with the devil's own humor, plastered wetly across his face.

Her eyes opened quickly and she looked around, but he wasn't really there. She'd known that in her mind but had to look just to be sure. He was notorious for appearing in places where he shouldn't and her shower was one he definitely should not. She leaned back against the cool ceramic tile with a sigh. 

Closing her eyes as the gloved hand began to move slowly across her breast. The soothing slickness of the soapy cloth leading her mind to thoughts she knew were best not thought. Yet, she couldn't help herself.

He seemed to delight in keeping her senses twisted into knots. It seemed, just when she had her emotions under control, he would suddenly appear and before he left her, the heights of her emotions seemed to control her completely.

A guttural groan escaped as the palm of her hand brushed one distended nipple, already awakened by the stinging spray. Two fingers paused to hold the hardening flesh. A soft moan seemed to echo off the glass and tile. In her mind, it was his hand that touched her. His fingers that made her nipples ache to be kissed, to feel the heat of his mouth.

She whimpered with rising arousal as her hand crawled down her body, then worked it's way through the damp red curls adorning the mound that crowned the vee of her thighs. The tile was cool against her hot skin as she slid down to sit on the ledge. The cascade of water drummed against her hand felt like his holding it there, moving it over her tingling slit. 

In her mind's eye, his fingers entered her slit and parted the swollen lips. His mouth gently nibbled at her breast. Her cries grew steadily louder in the steam rising about her. She whispered his name as the shattering climax filled her soul. Again and again the cries echoed in the small space. Again and again she cried out for release. 

Suddenly hands grasped her arms and lifted her from the cold ceramic tiles. The scream was from shock as her eyes opened and he was there.

"You need me.", he said "and I am here." 

"How?" was all she could say before he took her place on the ledge and pulled her astride his waiting lap.

The suddenness was nothing compared to the shock of his fully erect cock entering her as she settled onto his lap. Almost before she realized it, he was inside her. His hands fell to her hips and began to move her slowly back and forth. The full flush of arousal was almost instantaneous and she put both hands on his shoulders to keep her balance.

"Please." she whimpered softly, and he smiled as his hips began to rise. 

Each time lifting and pitching her slightly forward before rocking her back again, only to repeat the movement. Her eyes locked on his smiling mouth and the need to kiss him became overwhelming. As her hands tangled in his hair, she leaned to his mouth and slipped her tongue between his panting lips. The suction, that pulled it as deeply into his mouth as his shaft pumped into her hot little hole, made her head spin.

Suddenly she jerked his head slightly to the side and ground her mouth against his, screaming as the waves of the orgasm ripped through her body. His hands reached around and grasped her buttocks, jerking her hard onto his throbbing cock.

His thighs tensed and shook as the flood of cum shot from his balls into her waiting pussy. The sounds of his growls drowned out her shrill screams. The animalistic cries would have frightened anyone within hearing distance. Yet, all she did was collapse whimpering on his chest. 

The grin on his face should have warned her but she was too relaxed to care. He stood and pulled her legs around his waist. 

"Hang on baby." He said.

Ane with that he walked into the bedroom and crawled up onto the bed holding her tucked against his wet chest.

Laying her down with his cock still tightly buried inside that hot little pussy. He leaned down to lick drops of water off her breasts, slowly savoring the perk little dark pink nipples in the process. 

She slid her hands up his arms but before she could reach his shoulders, he pulled her wrists up and locked them into a shiny pair of cuffs wrapped around the headboard.

Startled, she asked "what are you doing?". 

He just smiled and bent to her breast, teasing the nipple with his lips. Spreading his legs slightly around her hips and began a slow movement. Barely sliding his cock in and out. Hardly moving at all. Grinding the base against her tortured little clit and making her mindless. Unable to think about anything except the exquisite pleasure he was giving her. 

The sound of slurping kisses on her breasts. The burning touch of his mouth feeding from her. She could only toss her long red hair and whisper his name brokenly over and over. As one hand slid under and lifted her ass, the other pulled a pillow under to lift her off the bed.

From the slightly raised position he began a much slower, much longer stroke. Her whispers became moans as the angle of his shaft more closely caressed her clit. He looked up into her tortured face and the gleam in his eyes grew more feral. The grunts that came from his open mouth were almost growls.

He pressed his face into her shoulder and pulled her hips up harder, pumping the long hard shaft as deeply as he could. Weakly she pulled at the handcuffs trying to touch him again.

He began to thrust harder, and faster as she struggled. His lips opened and closed on the soft flesh of her neck and he suckled. Her legs moved up around his waist, locking over his back and she shuddered with every thrust. Suddenly her back arched and screams filled his ears. He slowed, just barely moving enough to satisfy her climax. Watching as her body shook it's way through the orgasm, he allowed himself a possessive smile. A wicked laugh made her look up at him, gasping for breath.

"I own you, don't I?", he said. 

Panting, she told him "no one owns me.". 

The evil smile came back and he pulled out of her twitching pussy and slid down her body, licking between her breasts and across her belly button.

"Oh god, no, please don't!" she whimpered. 

"Say it!" he said and then laughed again as she shook her head. 

"Say it!" as he licked across her shivering slit. 

"noooooo." she moaned. 

"Say it!" he hissed as that tongue parted her lips and wrapped around her hard little clit, still throbbing from the climax. 

She moaned but couldn't remember what she was supposed to say, or why she should say it. 

"Say it." he mumbled around her clit but neither of them cared why, or what, or even if they should know. 

She jerked, twisted, pumped against his lips and he licked and sucked like a starving man. He wouldn't stop no matter how much she begged. He didn't even stop while she screamed her way through another hard climax. 

As she lay sobbing he raised up and gently turned her onto her stomach. 

Pulling the pillows under her belly he leaned up across her back and whispered "I own you.". 

Then, with his hands on her shoulder, he entered her from behind and pushed until she was completely filled with long, hard, swollen, throbbing cock. His cock buried in HIS pussy.

Then, with a hard grunt, he began to ride her. Lifting his hips to fill her, then rocking back to pull out to the tip. Smiling at the glistening shaft before he surged forward again. She moaned helplessly as he began to pick up the pace. 

Slowly he leaned down over her back, wrapping his arms around her body and cupping a breast in each hand. 

"These are mine too." he hissed into her ear. 

He began to buck and thrust harder. Fingers twisted and pulled already sore nipples and she whimpered. Two fingers spread her tingling pussy lips wider and forced his cock deeper and deeper with every thrust. She was filled with him and she knew he was right, he owned her. She would do anything he wanted to get a taste of this. 

She needed his sexual control and if he wanted her to admit it, she would. Nothing in her life felt as good as his hips beating against her ass. She wanted it to go on forever. Her hips began to shake with the force of his thrusts and she heard his breathing grow deeper. Soon he would cum, she could feel it. She tried to wiggle but he was holding her so tightly she couldn't move. 

He felt her movement and growled in her ear "mine" and thrust harder. 

Her sobbing moan of "yessssssss" caused him to howled as cum rocketed from his balls into her waiting hole. 

He pumped his hips, filling her until cum spilled down her thighs. Then he slowly slumped heavily against her back, forcing them both down onto the mattress. His hips slowed, but didn't seem to want to stop and all the while his hands continued to massage her heavy breasts. 

"You want this, don't you?" he said softly. 

She only nodded, too breathless to talk. 

"Good, and I want to make sure you get everything you want." as he smiled with irony.

"Could you uncuff me?" she asked and he looked up at her strained arms. 

"Yes, but I'm not through with you just yet, so you can't get up.". 

A thrill of fear ran it's course through her body and curled around his still hard shaft inside her. 

Pumping once or twice he said "you like being taken, don't you?" 

She nodded without meeting his gaze. Laughing, he began to move again and when she moaned, began to nibble on her shoulder. 

"Please." she whispered, "I'm sore." 

He smiled and answered "I'm not." and kept up a steady, slow pace. 

"Before I'm done with you tonight, there will not be any doubt about who owns who.", he whispered in her ear. 

She shivered and closed her eyes, giving herself up to the feel of his body on hers.

His hand moved across her back, massaging gently. He bent to nuzzle her neck, his lips suckling at the tender skin. Pushing her knees up and under her hips, raising her against his body. His arms crossed her chest, a breast in each. Hips thrusting against hips and her soreness disappeared as the fire began to burn again in her belly.

The force of his pounding drove her orgasm faster then she expected and helplessly she screamed his name, over and over again. Together they collapsed onto the bed, groaning as his spent cock slid from her body.

As she lay gasping on the damp sheets, he gave a light smack on her left butt cheek before rolling off the bed and walking into the bathroom again. Her breasts ached from the rough treatment and her thighs were bruised but she felt glorious. Never in her life had she ever been loved so thoroughly.

Half dozing, she listened to him moving around. The hum and gurgle of the hot tub began and she smiled. The hot swirling water was just what she needed. When she rolled over onto her back, she saw that he was standing in the doorway watching her.

"Come here woman." he said with a grin.

She groaned and pouted "I can't, you wore me out." 

Laughing he walked back to the bed and grabbed her hand, jerking her up suddenly over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. His laughter drowned out the startled shriek. But, by the time he set her down at the side of the tub she was laughing too. 

"You are insane." she said.

"Baby? You ain't seen nothing yet." and with that he toppled her into the water, following immediately to pull her onto his lap.

She sputtered a little, but stopped when he tangled his hand in her wet hair and kissed her deeply. Her hands pushed at his shoulders for a moment or so. But soon relented and slid around his neck to lace her fingers together behind his head. The kiss lasted an eternity. Well, maybe not an eternity but long enough to leave her breathless when he pulled back to smile down at her half-closed eyes.

"Mine." he whispered "All Mine." 



Satisfying Afternoon in Double Bay



It was a hot summer afternoon, a Saturday in the Sydney suburb of Double Bay. I had to get some errands done, including doing my laundry at the local Laundromat, a half block away. With a basket full of dirty clothes, and wearing only a pair of running shorts and flip flops, I strode out of my apartment on Cross Street. As I neared the Laundromat I passed a sidewalk café, and spotted a cute gay guy sitting at a table alone. He damned near dropped his coffee when he spotted me, and I was flattered to be noticed like that.

I was 27 years old and extremely fit. I'd been working as a construction laborer for 2 years, mostly working with a shovel...hard manual labor. I was lean, tan and fit.

Sydney is a very gay town, and you never know when you might stumble on an opportunity for gay sex. I'd had enough gay experience to know that I liked it a lot. I wasn't ever going to give up screwing women, but guys were so much easier to find, and a gay hook up was a lot less complicated. Mostly I did one night stands, just quick fuck and go experiences. And this seemed like a perfect opportunity for a quickie. 

After I dropped my laundry in the machine I went back out to the café, sat down at the table with the gay guy and asked him quietly but bluntly "How do you feel about sex in the afternoon?" He was speechless, so I got bolder. I grabbed my crotch discreetly, so that he could see plainly but no one else could. As I whipped my cock out I asked "Do you like what you see? I've got a few hours to kill...would you like to join me? I live just a half block away." 

He said yes, left a few dollars on the table, and we walked towards my apartment. He was smaller than me, about 5'8", with a slim build and delicate features...just my type. He was slim and fit, nearly hairless except some on his chest. We exchanged small talk and played grab ass as we walked. We flirted and teased a bit. When we reached a corner that was mostly obscured from public view I stopped, grabbed his hand and thrust it down my shorts, where my cock was hardening quickly. At the same time I grabbed his ass and pulled him close. Just a quick tease to let him know what was to come. The mood was definitely fun, flirty, horny, and very impatient.

We got to my apartment, unlocked the door and went to my room immediately. As soon as I locked the door I dropped my pants and kicked off my sandals. I stood there completely naked in front of my new friend, with my hard cock pointing straight to his face. I reached to him for a hug and a kiss, pulling him close as he grabbed my cock. We both fumbled with his clothes, each of us eager to get them off as quickly as possible. Soon he was as naked as I was and we lay down on the bed. I kissed him for a few minutes while stroking his cock, but I really wanted that cock in my mouth, and he wanted mine. 

. We changed positions to access our cocks and started sucking each other. I thought I was in heaven...his thick hard meat was larger than I would have thought, long and thick, and it filled my mouth as I sucked him as deep as I could. He was working magic on my cock at the same time. He was an expert, and clearly loved what he was doing. I tried to reciprocate as well as I could, as I sucked him deeply down my throat. I was loving every second of this, as I grabbed his hard ass towards my face so I could suck him deeper. I toyed with the soft tip of his hard cock, then sucked deep on his shaft. We got into a rhythm and we both got hotter, more excited and close to cumming. I'd never been hotter in my life...having a hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth while mine was being sucked was an unbelievable experience. We came together...he convulsed in my mouth, his cock thrust so deep as he squirt his hot load of cum down my throat. I came too, my stomach muscles almost cramping as I jammed my cock as deep as I could down his throat. I convulsed over and over, my cock hurt from cumming so hard, and I was shuddering uncontrollably.

As we both calmed down we moved around to hold and hug each other. His kissed me lightly and said I was a great lover. I kissed him back and said I wanted him to stay and spend the afternoon together, because I wanted to fuck him. He buried his face in my neck and nuzzled me, saying he'd like that, and he wanted to fuck me too. We laid there together in a warm gentle embrace, holding our sweaty bodies together, our cocks rubbing and slowly getting hard again. 

I decided I wanted to give him a massage, so I could enjoy his body completely, and as a way to please him, and relax him for the fucking to come. I got some oils out, and straddled his ass as I spread it on his back. My cock was wedged between his ass cheeks, and I was getting harder as I spread the oil on his back and his ass. He let out a moan, letting me know he was enjoying the massage. I continued rubbing him down, paying special attention to his ass, making sure to get the oil in his crack and anus. At this point he rolled over and pulled me to him while spreading his legs and moving around to give me full access to his ass. He gently led my throbbing hard cock to his hole and I started to slowly drive into him. He encouraged me by wrapping his legs around my waist and pulling me close, and deeper into his ass. He was so warm and tight I had to work hard to fully bury my erection in him. Then he gripped me tighter with his ass cheek, every time I started to pull out. His ass was so small and tight it was like no woman I'd ever screwed. I had to slow down or I knew I would blow my load in a moment, too soon. Screwing him face to face, with my hands on his ass, I started to kiss him, and thrust more slowly in and out of his tight ass. He kissed me back, and timed his thrusts to meet and match mine. We were a sticky sweaty couple, and I could feel his impressive cock between us as we moved together. 

He knew exactly how to get me worked up. He nibbled on my ear lobe, blew in my ear while clenching his ass around my cock. His ass was so tight that when he clenched like that I couldn't move my cock in him, it was like he owned me and controlled the fucking. But I wanted to drive in him as deep as I could. Then he would tease, loosening as I drove into him, letting me have all the depth I wanted. He knew exactly what a man wanted to feel and have. This went on for what seemed like hours. We moved together as one sweaty, oily horny man, fully enjoying each other as only two men can. Eventually he worked me up to a new height, teasing and playing me like no other lover I'd ever had. He brought me to the brink of cumming several times before he would back off. But finally I couldn't stand anymore...I drove into him a so deep I thought I would split him, and I came so hard I nearly blacked out in his arms. 

I rolled off him, while still holding him by my side as I caught my breath. He leaned over me and I could feel his hard cock pressed against my side. He kissed me and asked if I'd liked that, fucking the way we did. I pulled him close, kissed him and said he was the best ever, and that I wanted him to fuck me. He rolled on top of me and probed my ass with his cock. I spread my legs to welcome him as much as I could, but it hurt when he tried to enter me. He sensed this and slowed down, probing more gently, making small moves as we waited for my ass to accept his large tool. We concentrated on kissing as he continued to press into my tight ass. He told me how attractive I was as we kissed, how he was so happy I'd approached him earlier at the café. I told him he was the best fuck I'd ever had, and I wanted him deep inside me, as I slowly thrust and opened to get more of his meat in me. It didn't take long for him to work is cock deep into me. We moved together, fully enjoying each thrust. I clenched him as he pulled back, and I could tell he loved that. We rocked together slowly, and kissed as we fucked. It felt so good to be filled with his manhood deeply, slowly, over and over. As I clenched him I was trying to milk his cock all I could. A slow outward stroke, while I clamped him as tight as I could...sometimes teasing him with a kiss as tried to pull away for the next thrust...it was like a dreamy sexual heaven...all male, 100% about the cocks that we both had, both loved, both wanted more of each other's. My cock felt like it was going to burst, it was so hard. I could feel it press against his belly as he fucked me hard, deep and faster. I had my legs wrapped around him, I was hugging him close to me. I could feel him breathing heavily on top of me as he humped wildly. I kissed his lips, his ears, his forehead as he seemed to get more aroused. Finally he started to cry out my name "..oh Jay, Jay Oh OHH and he pumped his seed deep in my welcoming ass. I humped to meet his thrusts, our timing was as one sexual horny unit. I sucked his tongue as he released in me, we climaxed together, my ass and his hard cock working together. Clench and hump and stroke and kiss and hump some more was our entire world, and it felt like it went on for eons... 

Some time later I woke to find this beautiful naked young man in my arms. He was sleeping until I kissed him. We held each other silently, caressed our naked bodies and kissed gently. Before long we got up and showered together. I lovingly washed his cock, his ass and his balls, and he washed mine with extreme care. We got dressed, exchanged phone numbers, and I went back to get my laundry.

We've seen each other at least twice a week since our first encounter. We each have other lovers, but our sex together has gotten better each time. He is the best lover I've ever had, but we don't own or limit each other. We fully enjoy each other's cocks and asses when we're together, and that's everything we need from each other. It's a perfect relationship.



Satisfying Cassie's Curiosity



It's been more than a few days since my "Birthday Beach Bang", but I find myself replaying it over and over in my mind. More than once I have awakened perspiring, with my sheets in disarray. I've been reliving that grand adventure in my dreams almost every night. I suppose that my friend Cassie asking me about it almost every day at work might have something to do with it as well.

At my birthday dinner that evening, my girlfriends insisted that I tell them why I was suddenly in such a good mood. I briefly recounted for them what transpired between Jon, Craig, Nick and I in the beach hut. They, of course, demanded all the details. Amy and Karen giggled softly, while Cassie sat and stared with rapt attention. I don't think Cassie expected to hear such a story from me. Amy and Karen, on the other hand, probably thought it was too tame.

Amy was my college roommate, so she knows me -- intimately, actually. She is the one who taught me how to masturbate and how to properly suck a man's cock. Karen is Amy's sister, older by just one year. These two are THE most sexually adventurous women I have ever met. I know for certain that my little birthday party with those three college boys was nothing, compared to what they have done.

Cassie is a new co-worker of mine. She is a full decade younger than my 35 years but, despite the age difference, she and I struck up a fast and close friendship. Cassie isn't totally naïve in the ways of the world, but I would wager she didn't have anybody like Amy for roommate in college. When she repeatedly found reasons to ask about my birthday soiree, it became apparent to me that Cassie was more than just curious. She wanted something similar. She just couldn't bring herself to come out and ask. 

Sensing that Cassie was seeking out a sexual adventure, I invited her to dinner at my place. I thought that maybe after a nice meal and a few glasses of wine, I could get her to tell me what was really on her mind. It worked better than I thought it would. No sooner had we settled into lounge chairs in my garden than Cassie blurted out, "I've been dying to get you alone to ask...." She went on for almost half an hour without stopping.

I was right. Cassie has been hinting strongly to her boyfriend Ben, that she is interested in, what she terms, "a group experience". It all started after the two of them downloaded some adult movies online. They have replayed them over and over, and fucked each other silly night after night. Now they want to go another step. They just don't know how to go about it. They also are sure they didn't want to just fuck some strangers in a swing club. Once Cassie heard about my three-on-one, she's been trying to figure out some way to ask me to join them. That way she could have someone else she trusted along with Ben.

"Do you think you might ...want to?" she asked.

The truth of the matter is who wouldn't want to? Cassie is a beauty. Her soft, subtle red hair is styled in the newest, short bob. Her eyes are hazel and almost almond in shape. Her petite, 5'5" frame appears lithe and flexible. Her breasts are smaller than my round 34C's, but are as pert as can be. They appear as perfect apples, straining against her tight cropped tee shirt. Very low rise, cut off shorts leave little to the imagination, as they accentuate her smooth, tanned thighs and legs. I've long ago stopped counting how many men I've been with, but you can count on one hand the number of women. Outside of Amy and Karen, there were just two more. Cassie would make now make that total five.

"I think I could be persuaded," I replied playfully. 

"Fantastic!" she exclaimed. "Now, what's next?"

"Well, we'll need at least one more," I told her. "Should it be a man, or a woman?" I asked.

"I think... a man," she said. "Just in case I chicken out, then you'll still have someone for yourself. Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Actually, I do," I smiled. Since my birthday, I just can't stop thinking about Jon. Now, all I had to do was find him. I only hoped he would want to as well.

We decided we would get together this Friday evening. I love to cook for company, so we could eat dinner here. Dinner conversation could lay the foundation for the rest of the evening, without worrying who might overhear. If everyone was comfortable, we could continue without interruption. With all the little details settled, I bid Cassie goodnight, resisting my newfound urge to pleasure myself with her right now. Despite wearing out the batteries in my vibrator before falling asleep that night, my dreams were even more vivid than before.

I got up early the next morning and made my way to the university. I didn't know Jon's last name, or where he lived. I was certain, however, that if I staked out the student union, he would eventually show up. What wasn't certain was what his reaction would be to seeing me again. Would he remember? Would he be interested? Would he freak out and run? 

I waited about an hour, and then I saw him. I also noticed that, apparently, I was not the only one hoping to see him. At the next table, two cheerleaders were cooing and whispering to one another about him. The competition was younger than I was, and they weren't playing fair. How was I supposed to compete with their tight little sweaters and short skirts?

Well, they may be younger, but experience was on my side. Besides, I've already had my way with him. What did I have to lose? I got up and started to make my way over to where he stood. I heard my competition make a few disparaging remarks about my age and my nerve. I ignored them. I walked right up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

The moment he turned around to face me, every eye in the room was on us, because he practically screamed, "Shannon!" He hugged me, kissed me, literally picked me up off the ground and held me. "I can't believe you're here."

"As much as I enjoy you holding me, Jon," I teased, "it would be easier to talk with you if you put me down."

"Sorry," he said. He put me down, but didn't let me go. He held both my hands, as if I would, any minute, disappear from sight. We sat and talked quietly about what transpired between us and since. Before long, I asked him if he would be interested in having dinner with me, Cassie and Ben. It was easier than I thought to ask him. I guess after a guy pumps two loads of cum into you in one afternoon, asking him to dinner is not all that difficult.

"Will it be just dinner, or something more?" he asked.

"Definitely dinner, but hopefully something more as well," I confessed. "The something more is completely up to Cassie and Ben this time."

"Well, I was just hoping to have dinner with you," he replied. "But if Cassie is such a close friend or yours, then who am I to argue? "I would love to see you again." He kissed my hands.

"Great," I said. "Here is the address, and my phone number. Dinner is at six. Something more will follow shortly, even if it's just the two of us." He kissed my hands again. Reluctantly, I let him head off to class, but this time when he left me, I knew I would see him again soon. On my way out, I stopped by the competition's table and slyly said, "Now that's how you make a date, girls."

I had two days to prepare. I shopped for groceries, tested recipes, and picked out several of my favorite wines. I cleaned my house within an inch of its life. I also made sure the privacy fence around my garden was intact, just in case our something more spilled outdoors. Finally, Friday evening arrived.

After getting dinner in the oven, I headed for the shower. As a personal preference, I shave every hair from my body, except for those on my head. This being an extra special night, I made sure to pay special attention to my delicate mound. My body wash was new, and the scent of lavender always brings out my passionate side. Before long I found myself fantasizing about Cassie, remembering Jon, and wondering about Ben.

Overcome with desire and anticipation, I slid in my favorite butt plug and turned on its vibrating bullet. I slowly masturbated, as the warm water cascaded over by breasts and down to my clit. Soon, I was furiously rubbing my swollen clit as the bullet in my butt plug unceasingly throbbed. The orgasm was sudden and I tensed against the pleasure plug in my ass. I thought about bringing on another orgasm, before deciding I could wait until later, when I was no longer alone. 

I finished my shower and dried off. I got my hair and makeup ready, and then slipped into a little sun dress. No real need for a bra and thong tonight, so why bother with them? I wondered how long it would take my dinner guests to notice. Not long, I hoped. 

Cassie and Ben arrived first. While Ben was looking over the house, I was looking over Cassie. She also was wearing a tiny sundress. It was easy to see that she also shirked wearing a bra tonight. When Ben made his way to the living room, I unabashedly lifted the back of her dress over her ass and saw the barest string thong nestled between her tight round cheeks. She stifled a gasp, and playfully slapped my hand.

"Later," she whispered. "It's bad enough I had to fight Ben off in the car."

"I'm sorry," I said, as I pulled her dress back into place. 

"Don't be," she whispered. "I've been wondering how to get you to do that, almost since the day I met you."

I kissed her lightly, and then took the time to smooth her dress over her luscious backside. Over her shoulder, I caught a glimpse of Ben. He wasn't much taller than Cassie, certainly shorter than me. His blond hair was close cropped, his blue eyes bright. His build wasn't muscular, but he was not slight either. His smile was infectious. I smiled at the thought of both of them, but I could feel myself moistening knowing that I would soon be with Jon again.

The doorbell rang and my heart actually skipped a beat. I stood there looking down the hallway at the door, but my feet seemed riveted to the floor. Cassie playfully spoke into my ear, "If this guy has that much of an effect on you, then I can't wait to meet him. I'll get the door."

She opened the door and there stood Jon. He wore a black shirt and tie over ivory chinos. He seemed the most handsome man I've ever seen. In his hand he held a bouquet of fresh flowers. I finally remembered how to walk, went to the door and invited him in. There was a gentle smell of musk on his neck as he kissed me. I made the introductions, put the flowers in a vase on the table and started to get dinner on the table. Jon made himself immediately at home and poured wine for everyone. 

After dinner, more wine was poured, and we all seemed to silently wonder just how soon the rest of the evening would commence. I picked up my wineglass, kissed Jon on the cheek and asked him to join me in the living room. We made our way to the sofa, and sat. I snuggled up as close as I could and made myself comfortable in the crook of his shoulder. After a brief, whispered conversation, Cassie and Ben followed us. Cassie fidgeted in the overstuffed chair directly opposite us and Ben perched himself, uncomfortably, on one of its arms.

"Well," I said. "What shall we do with the rest of the evening? I know that you and Ben were interested in something new, but what exactly would you like to happen?"

"I'm still a little nervous," Cassie confessed.

"That's alright," I reassured her. "We don't have to rush into anything. The night is all ours. Let's just see where it takes us. We each have a mate of our own we feel comfortable with, so I suggest we start there." 

I put my wine glass on the coffee table and spun around to face Jon. I loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. I took my time kissing his face and his chest, this being quite a bit different from our first encounter. I soon had his shirt off and began loosening his belt. I stole a look at Cassie. She was mesmerized. Her own live action show was unfolding just a few feet from her.

Ben was rubbing one of her breasts. She was rubbing the other. I mouthed the words, "It's OK," and began to remove Jon's pants. His cock was already semi erect and I marveled once again at its size. Cassie let out a barely audible gasp. Jon reached up and slid my sundress over my head. I was instantly naked, and I heard another gasp from Cassie.

I looked over to see that Ben was now naked as well. He was stroking his cock, encouraging it to reach its fullest. He was not nearly as long as Jon, and not as thick. I smiled appreciatively at his nakedness, and purposely starred at his growing erection. He now seemed unconcerned with comparing himself to Jon. He swiftly relieved Cassie of her dress. She looked amazing, standing there wearing only the skimpy thong, before Ben relieved her of that as well.

Her breasts were just like the perfect apples I envisioned them to be. They were pert and stood out proudly from her chest. Her mound was topped by a perfectly sculpted V of red hair. She had the palest areolas that covered almost half of each breast. Her nearly as pale nipples were just beginning to harden. My dark nipples were as hard as ice as I took in the vision that was Cassie.

I reached down and grasped Jon's now sturdy cock. I alternated stroking and licking it while he massaged my breasts. I stole glimpses of Amy and Ben and saw that they were matching us stroke for stroke. This could be fun, having little sexual protégés learn from me. I guess being the oldest in the room has an upside after all.

With a renewed vigor, I quickly took as much of Jon's cock down my throat as possible. He let out a moan to encourage me to continue. I bobbed my head up and down over his hot, hard shaft, while rhythmically stroking it with my hand as well. A few gagging noises from Cassie told me that Ben was now down her throat too. My clit gave a little throb of desire.

Soon, both Jon's cock and my slit were dripping wet. I gave one final slurp and stood over him. I faced away from him, toward Cassie and Ben. As I lowered myself onto Jon's rampant erection, I watched Cassie begin to position herself similarly over Ben.

"Come closer," I pleaded. She took Ben by the hand and guided him to the floor near where Jon was on his back, slowly drilling himself in and out my eager slot. Finally in position, Cassie took Ben deep into herself and began to vigorously bounce on his spirited cock.

"Slow down, and try to match our rhythm," I said. She understood and before long, the four of us were almost as one. When Ben took over their thrusting duties, she began to massage my heaving breasts. Her first touch sent a shiver through me. I clamped Jon's cock in my slot tightly, and arched my back to increase the feel of Cassie's hands on my body. Another shudder and Jon quickened his pace. Ben, sensing this, increased his pace as well.

Cassie let out a loud moan, as the first orgasm ripped through her. She stopped rubbing my tits and firmly grasped her own, as she ground her clit onto the base of Ben's cock. The sound of her pleasure triggered my own orgasm and I let out a similar cry. Jon responded by driving himself fully into me and holding me down on his hilt. I clamped down on his cock as hard as I could, as a second orgasm rolled over me, right on top of the first.

Ben lost all sense of rhythm and started pounding Cassie's cunt hard and fast. Her moans were now a continuous, guttural cry of ecstasy which only further spurred Ben's pace. Not to be outdone, Jon began to forcefully ram his enormous cock into my hot, and now dripping, slot. 

Cassie's repeated orgasms had her out of her mind. "Fuck me, fuck me," she repeated through gasps and moans. "I'm cumming again. Harder! Faster!"

By this time, I didn't have much more control than she did. However, orgasms turn my speech into gibberish, so nothing intelligible was heard in my cries. My juices ran freely out of me and flowed all over Jon's bare shaft and balls. The increasing moisture between us added another layer of harmony to the chorus we sang, as four naked bodies slammed against each other repeatedly.

"Cassie, honey," I managed to say. "Don't let him cum just yet. I want to watch." I think she moaned in the affirmative. 

Another few thrusts and Cassie disengaged from Ben. He stood quickly and started pumping his shaft as Cassie knelt in front of him expectantly. I managed, with some difficulty, to stop Jon from fucking me. I knelt next to Cassie as Jon came over and stood before me. I took over pumping his cock for him and impatiently waited for him to cum. Cassie did the same for Ben. I began to fondle Jon's balls with my free hand and lick his helmet encouragingly. I could feel the orgasm building in his cock, as it swelled in my grip. I looked up at him and gave a wink. He smiled back at me mischievously, as he realized what I was about to do.

Cassie was intently stroking Ben's shaft and never saw me turn Jon's toward her. A hot, white rope blasted out of Jon's cock and draped itself over Cassie's fabulous, firm breasts. Cassie inhaled audibly. A second bullet of steamy cum followed the first and drove itself into the valley between them. Ben opened his eyes just in time to see Jon's third shot of cum nearly obliterate Cassie's left tit from view. Seeing his girlfriend's tits covered in cum was all it took to finish him.

Ben's first shot hit Cassie squarely on the chin. Cassie, in turn, aimed Ben's cock at me and I felt blast after blast of hot cum hit my tits and neck. I continued to pump every drop of cum out of Jon's balls onto Cassie. She returned the favor to me with Ben's, the four of us reveling in the warm, white crossfire. When they had shot their last, the boys appraised their work and seemed satisfied. Each had decorated the other man's lover with his own cum. Their now sagging cocks looked in need of rest. Our men were spent, but Cassie eyed me hungrily.

"Have a seat boys," I said. "We'll take it from here."

We turned to face each other. Cassie's tits were covered in Jon's wondrous, white wad. A small stream was making its way over her stomach to join that which was already pooling in her little, sculpted, red tuft. Some of Ben's load was similarly seeking out my completely shaved mound, while most of it clung contentedly to my breasts.

From my position on the floor, I was able to reach under the sofa and take out the elegantly wrapped gift box I placed there before anyone arrived. "A little something for all of us to share," I said, as I slid the box toward Cassie. "Open it."

Inside was a small treasure trove of new toys I purchased, specifically for this evening. I wasn't sure what the others might enjoy, so I bought a varied array just to be sure. As Cassie began unwrapping the box, a large dollop of cum dripped onto the package. 

"Here, let me help you with that," I said. I moved closer to her and proceeded to lick Jon's cum from her body. She arched her back and heaved her tits towards my eager tongue and lips. The sweet flavor of Cassie, mixed with the salty tang of Jon, was indescribable. I hungrily cleaned almost every drop from her tits and made my way down her flat stomach to her moist red mound. As I started to lick her swollen clit, I stopped. A look of disappointment crossed Cassie's face. 

"Don't worry, Cassie," I whispered. "I'm not done with you yet." I took Cassie, and the toy box, through the sliding glass door, into my patio garden. She looked around nervously.

"There's no need to worry," I told her. "I sunbathe out here regularly, and always in the nude. Those hedges and that fence will make sure we are not interrupted. Now, let's see what we have in here." I took out several of the toys in the box and showed them to Cassie. The one that made her eyes open wide was the strap-on.

"I've always wondered what it was like," she confessed.

"Only one way to find out," I offered. "Ladies choice. Give or receive?"




Satisfying Cassie's Curiosity



"Receive," she said softly.

I opened the package and began to belt on the harness. I took the long, narrow shaft and rolled it over and between my breasts, coating it with Ben's cooled, thick cum. All the while, Cassie sat on the edge of the lounge chair, her fingers rapidly circling her clit. Every so often, she would slip two or three inside her slot and continue the circling motion. I set the dildo in the harness and tightened the straps. 

Cassie turned and knelt on all fours upon the cushioned lounge, offering her swollen, dripping slot to me. I took the cum-coated dildo and toyed with her vaginal opening. I continued to penetrate her slot by no more than an inch, before backing out and rubbing her clit with the soft, jelly head. She writhed in anticipation, until one more time, when I just entered her slit, she backed into it with such force that it plunged into her completely.

Cassie leaned forward, and then pushed back repeatedly. I grasped her slender waist to steady myself against her powerful thrusts. She uttered soft grunts every time her little, round ass contacted my thighs, the dildo buried deep in her insisting slot. Reaching around her, I resumed the circular massage of her clit. My own level of desire was rising. I now wished that the dildo was double headed, so that it would plunge into me as well with each of her vigorous strokes. I could feel her moisture beginning to dampen my thighs, as she continued to pleasurably punish her cunt with my strapped on cock.

"I'm going to cum," she cried.

"Then I guess I arrived just in time," Jon laughed. We were so busy with each other that neither of us heard him come outside. "Please, continue," he said, "I was really enjoying the show." The sight of his livid erection was proof enough that he was truly enjoying it.

Cassie continued to masturbate and mewl softly as the orgasm built inside her, but it seemed to refuse to crash over her completely. "Shannon," she pleaded breathlessly, "Would you mind ...if ...Jon finished me off? Please."

Jon looked at me and I sensed some degree of worry. "Jon," I said, "Be a dear and help her out."

"It's OK with you?" he asked.

"Well, I do have one condition," I admitted. I whispered my intentions in Jon's ear. He turned to look at me, his eyes wide with surprise and wonder. With a sparkle in my emerald green eyes, I stared back at him, bit my lip impishly and shrugged.

A resigned smile formed on his ruggedly handsome face. "If those are the rules, then those are the rules," he laughed. "I always play by the rules, Shannon. Knock yourself out."

By now, Cassie was literally squirming on the padded lounge chair. Jon positioned himself behind her and lifted her lovely ass to his hard, thick cock. He slid her juicy slit along his shaft and coated himself with her juices. It took some effort to get her to stop squirming. She would have to relax a bit if she hoped to accommodate his massive cock into her tight, little cunt.

Patiently, he started to push himself into her. Small thrust after thrust, his cock inched his way fully into her wet slot. Cassie was now panting heavily. The pitch in her voice went up a notch as Jon began to pound himself into her with some authority.

"Ready when you are, Shannon," he grunted without breaking stride.

I kissed the back of his neck and lightly rubbed his broad shoulders. I grazed my fingernails down his strong back. Jon groaned only a little as I thrust my pelvis forward and my strap-on slid deep in his ass. It was still coated with Cassie's thick juice and, as such, I could thrust it in and out of his ass with relative ease. I mirrored Jon's thrusts into Cassie with thrusts of my own. Pleasure moans from both of them echoed in my ears.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Cassie cried at the top of her voice as an orgasm tore through her.

Jon did his best to comply and relentlessly drove his cock into her writhing body. I felt Jon's back stiffen and then his orgasm practically pulled my dildo out of the harness. I could now feel his pelvic muscles pulsing rhythmically. I felt each pulse radiate up the shaft of the dildo as he pumped Cassie full of cum. Each pulse rubbed the base against my swollen clit and an orgasm finally crashed over me. 

Our climax built, hit its crescendo, and slowly lapsed. Cassie collapsed in a sweaty, cum dripping heap onto the lounge. I leaned into Jon's back and wrapped my arms around his waist. He turned to face me, held me tight, and kissed me as he did that afternoon in the beach hut.

When we all finally caught our breath, we saw what a picture our little threesome must have made. Ben stood fully naked in the living room, behind the closed sliding glass door. He was staring out at us, a vacant smile plastered on his face. He was still absent mindedly stroking his flaccid cock, as cum slowly dripped down the glass door.



Satisfying Emily



Emily Woods has been known to describe herself as an abused wife, not because of what her husband does to her, but because of what he refuses to do for her. Specifically, he won't do the sexual acts with her that she loves, and even referred to them as "wicked perversions of God's wondrous gift of sex" the only time she ever mentioned them. Emily knew there was no point in saying anything about her preferences again, because his response would have been the same or worse. Instead, she started coming over to see me whenever she felt the need to indulge in some of those favorite things. This was a certain way for her, and me too of course, to get to enjoy them because, as is well known, I never refuse to do anything within reason for one of my lady friends. 

I certainly think of those particular activities as being well within reason, and definitely not perversions. As far as I am concerned, there is nothing that adults can do in bed together that is perverse, as long as it is mutually enjoyable and consensual and nobody gets seriously injured. The last time Emily and I did those mutually enjoyable and consensual things was a couple of weeks ago, when she called me in the morning and told me that she needed to be taken to ecstasy and that she wanted me to be the one to take her there. Since that is one of my favorite places to visit, especially when I am escorting somebody as sweet and pretty as Emily, I told her to come right over. 

While I was waiting for her arrival, I changed the bed so it was covered with only a clean fitted sheet and covered all the pillows with clean cases, which is a normal preparation I make when I am expecting one of my lady friends. I had shaved an hour earlier, right after my shower, so I had no need to prepare myself any further, except for taking off my shoes and socks. After making sure that the necessary supplies were on the night stand, I sat down to wait for Emily. She must have broken a lot of speed laws to get to my house, because she arrived a few minutes later. As soon as I had closed and locked the door behind her, Emily's succulent body was in my arms and her tongue was deep in my mouth. 

The lady has brown hair and a pretty round face, and is short and plump in a very sexy way, with big breasts and a truly gorgeous derriere. In fact, she is so beautiful and sexy back there that I can't help thinking that her husband is one of the most ignorant men in the world. Her favorite sexual thing to do is having a hard cock driving in and out of her ass until she climaxes, and her stupid husband absolutely refuses to be the man to provide it. She also loves cumming from having her adorable pussy eaten, and he won't even do that, making him not only a world-class idiot, but inconsiderate as well. 

"I've only got a few hours, George. I hope that's enough for what I want us to do." 

"I hope so too. I really hate to rush things." During our brief conversation, we had been rushing, but only to the bedroom, where we quickly stripped each other naked. 

Unencumbered by clothing, Emily climbed onto the bed and lay on her back, with a pillow under her head and another ready to slip under her ass. I was right behind her, and knelt beside her naked body, gently holding one of her luscious breasts in either hand. Eagerly, I bent down and started licking one of her nipples, feeling it stiffen under my tongue while Emily cooed softly in pleasure from what I was doing for her and for myself. Her sounds of joy became louder when I switched my attentions to the other pink nubbin, which quickly became equally rigid. 

Emily's upper body was squirming in pleasure by the time I opened my mouth wide and drew in as much as I could of one delightful breast. While my lips formed a seal, I sucked on the lovely globe, and my tongue continued caressing her nipple and areola. Once again, I alternated my attentions between the succulent twins, and her movements under me became more strenuous, until she was writhing on the bed and thrusting her breasts up into my mouth. As marvelous a time as we were having already, when I looked down her body and saw Emily's pussy twitching in expectation and smelled the fragrant juices she was producing, I knew it was time to move my oral attentions a bit lower. 

Starting with the channel between her lovely breasts, I slowly licked and kissed my way down her sexily plump body, even stopping briefly to swirl my tongue into her navel. Emily giggled and, by pushing on my shoulders, urged me to go still lower on her body. Knowing what a delightful time we would be having momentarily, I needed no urging, and continued until my lips were kissing her mons. 

We could have 69ed, but both of us prefer that when I eat her pussy, that's the only thing we do just then, so we can completely dedicate ourselves to that single pleasure. I took one of the clean pillows with me, got off the bed, and went around to get back on at the foot and walk toward her on my knees. Emily spread her legs and, when I was close enough, raised them so I could duck under and she could rest them on my shoulders. She also raised her ass off the bed, and I slipped the pillow under it, so the object of my desire would be presented to me as if on a tray. When I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her plump thighs, my face was just inches away from her gorgeous and eager pussy. 

I would be willing to swear on my mother's grave that there is no such thing as a pussy that is not beautiful, although I will concede that some are less so than others. Not wanting her stupid and inconsiderate husband to get the right idea about what she sometimes does with me, and maybe some other guys, Emily does not shave or even trim her pubic hair, and it is a wild brown thatch. Even so, she is beautiful there, with her dark lips, pouting and swollen that day from her lust, and with the adorable slit hidden between them. I gently separated the edges and gazed on the wet pink lining, and breathed deeply of the delectable aroma that arose. 

Emily thrust her pussy up at me, but it was a gesture of impatience, rather than a sexual response. I grinned and leaned forward to start licking one of her outer lips, not really minding the feel of her pubic hair against my tongue. It was fairly sparse, and quite fluffy, and didn't interfere with the sensation of the soft skin under it. I licked with more pressure than I usually do, and slowly caressed that lip until I reached her mons. When I looked, Emily had a smile on her face, and she winked at me. 

"That's better," she said. "You really know what I like." 

She was right, but I didn't say anything, just grinned back at her. She may not have noticed it, because I quickly brought my mouth down to where it had started so my tongue could caress her other outer lip the same way as it had the first one. Although we had some time constraints, I still took my time, wanting to give us both as much pleasure as I could and, when I reached Emily's mons again, and kissed her there, her pussy was squirming under my face and her head was luxuriating in the pillow, with her eyes closed and a relaxed, happy smile on her face. 

Eagerly, I brought my face back down to where I had started and, this time, I saw that the first few drops had become a pool of fresh juices waiting for me. I carefully licked them all up, savoring their taste, and transferred my attentions to the extremely smooth area between an inner and outer lip. I licked her there, feeling the movements of Emily's pussy becoming stronger and more pronounced from the stimulation of this very sensitive part. When I reached the place where the lips were close together, I cocked my head so I could squeeze my tongue into the seam between them and pleasure both labia at the same time. Flicking my tongue in and out rapidly, but advancing slowly, I continued until I reached the end of the inner lip, where it joins Emily's other inner lip to form her clit hood. 

Once again, I looked down Emily's lush body, and was elated to see how much she was reveling in what I was doing. I love eating pussy, but I love it much more when I know I am bringing joy to a sexy woman such as the one lying on her back in front of me. Her body was writhing on the bed and her head, eyes closed and mouth open in a grimace of pure pleasure, was tossing back and forth on the pillow. Delicately, I licked across her clit hood, and Emily softly moaned in bliss and starting thrusting her pussy into my face. This time, it was a sexual response. 

There were many more sexual responses when I started licking upward between the other inner and outer lips. This time, by the time I reached Emily's clit hood, her body was thrashing around on the bed and her hips were swiveling under my face, thrusting her legs out and back over my shoulders. She was almost ready to cum, but I wanted to bring her farther, because I knew the longer we took, the more fun it would be for both us. Our deadline weren't so soon we couldn't enjoy ourselves. 

I pressed my face even more closely against Emily's pussy, and started probing my tongue into the lower edge of the wet pink hole that was the source of all the juices I had been relishing. As I probed into it, more droplets flicked out to please my taste buds. I had to hold tightly to Emily's thighs because her body was moving about so erratically that otherwise my face would have been dislodged when I started up the sides of that fragrant pink place. As I progressed, my tongue explored under the lips and the edges of the wet hole, moving back and forth over the bubbling cauldron and dipping in to sample the nectar. By the time I reached the top edge and thrust the tip of my tongue against the tiny area between it and her clit, Emily was begging me to suck her there and make her cum. 

I never turn down a lady friend's reasonable request, especially if it is something I love to do as much as I love to suck on Emily's clit. The succulent little cutie was so swollen with lust that it had crowded its way out of from under its protective hood, so I enveloped it in my mouth. As my lips formed a seal, I sucked and my tongue stroked the sides and top.  Emily's movements, already erratic, became even wilder, until she screamed out in pleasure. 

"Oh, god, I'm cumming!" 

My lady friend curled up, almost into a fetal position, and her thighs clamped onto the sides of my head. Her hands buried themselves in what little hair I have, and she pressed my face against her delightful pussy, which was exactly where I wanted it just then. Holding my head a very willing prisoner, she rolled to one side, carrying me with her. I clung tightly to her legs and kept my mouth snugly wrapped around her adorable love button while my tongue continued caressing the adorable, swollen morsel.   

Jerking and writhing spasmodically while she continued cumming and telling me how good my mouth felt on her clit, Emily lay on her side until she abruptly jerked my head and rolled onto her other side Through all her uninhibited movements, she continued ramming her pussy against my happily imprisoned face for another minute, before all her muscles clenched and she shouted out her joy as she climaxed. 

After her orgasm, I rolled her onto her back, hoping my neck hadn't been too badly wrenched by her movements, and licked all the nectar from Emily's thighs, belly, crotch and wherever I could find it on her pussy. Since I would be fucking her in her ass anyhow, I was not even concerned about leaving the juices still inside the pink hole that had produced them. They were the freshest and most delicious of all, and I sucked them all out and swallowed them, since they would not be needed for lubrication. 

It took a long time, but when I was through with my feast, I looked up at Emily's face. She was smiling at me, and I knew she had derived at least as much pleasure as I had from what we had just done. However, she had something else in mind to do next. 

"That was wonderful, George. You really love eating my pussy, don't you?" 

"Of course. That's not exactly a secret, you know." 

"I know, but I think of myself as having two pussies. The one in the front and the one in the back where my stupid husband refuses to fuck me. Do you want to eat my back pussy too?" 

"Yeah, but only if you're really squeaky clean. You use your back pussy for some other things that would be pretty unsavory, and I don't want to get my mouth next to those other things." 

"If I get myself squeaky clean back there, will you eat my back pussy?" 

"I will. I love eating either the front or the back pussy, especially yours." That was the truth. I have licked many asses in my life, and I have always relished the smooth texture of the skin and the puckered area and the tiny wrinkles of the hole itself against my tongue, as well as being extremely gratified by the tremendous pleasure it has always provided for the women. 

"Okay. I'll go to your bathroom and clean up." Emily got up and walked into the bathroom, her gorgeous ass wiggling enticingly, as if I needed to be any more enticed than I already was. A few seconds later, I heard the water running in the sink.

When she returned, she had a grin on her face, and I could see water dripping down her legs. Apparently she hadn't dried herself off. That didn't bother me; I love the natural aroma of a woman's front pussy, and all the juices being produced there, but I would just as soon her back pussy didn't have any scent except for the natural musky aroma of an aroused woman Of course, after licking Emily's ass for a few minutes, I expected to be able to smell the juices her front pussy would be producing. I was sitting near the foot of the bed and, when Emily returned, she got onto the middle, knelt there, and gathered all the pillows to put under her waist. 

"Where do you want me to get?" she asked. 

"Just like you are now is perfect. Reach back and spread your cheeks." 

She followed my directions, and I knelt behind Emily and used both hands to further separate her luscious cheeks so they were in the position where I wanted them. When I described her ass as being gorgeous, I referred to its shape and general appearance. Emily's derrière is truly a thing of beauty, from the cute little dimple at the end of her spine to the way her cheeks flare out from her waist and her back into a pair of perfect hemispheres, and how those succulent shapes curve around and back under until they merge with her thighs. However, that's not the only way in which Emily's ass is pleasing to the eye. 

As she held her cheeks spread for me, it was extremely pleasing to my eye. The skin on the inside is smooth and ivory white, until it blossoms into a pink-tinged creamy color where the puckering begins. The hole itself, where my cock would soon be, is a soft pink, and reminded me of a perfect young rosebud. Especially enticing was the way it seemed to be winking at me as Emily's perfect backside squirmed in anticipation of what we would be doing momentarily. 

The insides of her ass cheeks felt even better than they looked, as I pressed my tongue against her just below that dimple and started slowly licking my way down the inside of a succulent hemisphere. She was completely hairless there, of course, and the skin was as soft and smooth as a satin pillow, but warm and vibrant. It felt so good that I wanted to take a long time licking her, and I could tell Emily really loved it too. Very slowly, my tongue meandered downward, skirting the puckered area, because I wanted to save the best part for last. 

Emily leaned forward, moving a pillow so she could press the side of her face into it and bowing her back to present her ass even better to my mouth. I took advantage of the improved target when I reached the bottom of the first cheek. She was already highly sexually aroused by what I was doing, and I could smell the enticing aroma of her pussy juices. I bent my neck to get a better angle and licked her crotch and the insides of her thighs so the nectar wouldn't run down and be wasted by soaking into the sheet. After helping myself to the delicious dividend, I licked my way back up the other cheek, once again avoiding the puckered area, until my tongue was back where it had started. 

By that time, Emily's body was writhing in pleasure, and her movements became stronger as my mouth slowly worked its way down the center of the cleft until it reached the beginning of the puckered part. Still wanting to save the best for last, my tongue circled what I knew to be the lovely pink rosebud itself, and fondled all the way around until it returned to the place where it had veered off line. Emily was even more highly aroused, moaning in bliss while her hips swiveled in front of me, driving her knees down into the mattress. It was time for the very best part of a wonderful chapter in our sexual escapade. 

Once again, I started licking downward but this time I continued across what had been my target from the start. When Emily felt my tongue where she so badly wanted it, her moans turned to sobs and whimpers, and she fucked her ass back against my face, as she does when my cock is going in and out of her. That would happen later but, just then, my tongue was moving up and down and from side to side across the cute rosebud. I reveled in the feel of the puckered edges and the wrinkled hole against the tip of my tongue, but Emily was taking even more pleasure from it than I was. 

"Play with my clit, George. Make me cum!" 

That sounded like a marvelous idea, so I reached around and placed my right hand on Emily's dripping pussy. I would have loved to squeegee all the nectar from her and lick it off my fingers, but my mouth was more concerned with my lady friend's imminent orgasm just then. I found her clit, as swollen as it had been when in my mouth, and gently pinched the little cutie between two folds of her inner lips. It was held in place by my index finger and thumb, and I began slowly stroking it in the same tempo as the movements of my tongue on her rosebud. In a few highly delightful seconds, my hand and mouth accomplished their mission. 

"Yes! I'm cumming!" Emily cried out joyfully. 

I kept my face plastered tightly against her ass, and kept my tongue fondling where it had been, but I wrapped my left arm around her hips to hold her upright. For over a minute, my fingers continued stroking in the same tempo as my tongue, while Emily's body thrashed in front of me in the throes of cumming. 

"Oh! OH!" she cried, and all her muscles clenched as she climaxed. 

After that orgasm, Emily's body started to slump slowly forward, and I let her fall until she was lying face down with pillows under her waist and one of them remaining under the side of her face. I wiped the fresh juices off her pussy and licked them from my fingers until I had gotten as many as I could, before getting to my feet to retrieve the bottle of lubricant and the damp towel and a condom from the night stand. My lady friends prefer various sexual positions and I was aware that Emily loves getting fucked in her ass while lying face down on the bed with pillows under her waist to present the best target possible. That was exactly the position she ended up in after her orgasm.  

I also knew it would take her a few minutes for Emily to recover from that orgasm and start building toward another, so I prepared my cock by carefully rolling on the condom and covering it with Aqualube. When I was ready, I spread her legs apart and knelt between them. Emily felt my movements on the bed and my hands on her thighs and let me know, by reaching back to spread her ass cheeks again, that she was ready for the main reason for her being on my bed. I inserted the tip of the bottle into the small hole she was presenting and, wanting to be sure to use enough, I squirted in a big dollop of the lubricant. When Emily felt the cool liquid gushing into her, it evoked a murmur of joy, and she wiggled her ass at me. I didn't need the encouragement, but it was nice to feel wanted. 




Satisfying Her Hunger



This is my first story, any feedback would be appreciated. 

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Jim sat at the bar talking on the phone with his girlfriend. She tended to call him a lot; she often felt insecure and needed to be reassured by Jim every once in a while. Jim had begun to get tired of her needy behaviour. He tried not to let her know, but he couldn't control himself from desiring other women anymore.

He resumed sipping his beer after he hung up. They had got into a heated argument about him not spending enough time with her. All he felt was resentment, she behaved quite childishly. All she seemed to like was shopping and bitching about her friends. He'd gotten sick of it and gone to have a drink instead of meeting her at a party as she had planned. His irritation began to lessen from the buzz. He resigned himself to taking in more of the alcohol to dull his senses.

He didn't notice at first, but a girl was staring at him from across the bar. He thought he was imagining things, but her gaze never shifted. He began to notice how drop-dead gorgeous she was. She had an athletic build. She was young like him. He was quite handsome himself, but it was still strange to get such attention from her. She wore a revealing black top with a cut, through which her ample bosom was visible. It didn't do much to hide her flat midriff either. His eyes were drawn to her long legs that emerged from a very short pink miniskirt that had ridden even further up her thigh, to give him a good view of her black lace panties.

At that moment she stood up and walked toward him. He was mesmerized by the way her blonde locks swayed in the air. She stopped near him and took the seat next to his, all the while continuing to make eye contact. A whiff of her perfume made his nostrils flare; her natural scent must have intermingled with it to create such a tantalizing aroma. As he came back to his senses he saw her full lips move as she spoke to him.

"Are you here alone?" she asked with a casual tone. "Yeah I am, and sorry for staring. I'd blame it on the beer, but you look spectacular."

"Oh, I don't mind, I came here looking for fun, I'm glad I grabbed your attention. I enjoy the eyes of handsome men." She leaned in as she said the last sentence. "I'm Valerie by the way."

"Jim," he said with a smile. She put a hand to his cheek, "You're not going to ignore my advances are you?" She brought her face even closer, "Let's go someplace I can jump your bones." He saw her lick her lips seductively as she said this, it delayed his reaction. The view of her moist cleavage didn't help matters.

"I... I have a girlfriend," he managed to say. She moved her face closer. "I don't care, I want you." There was a thirst in her voice. The heat emanating from her proximity seemed to demolish his inhibitions. At that point all he could think of was, tasting every square inch of her body. He felt her hand on his lap, edging its way to his manhood, as if to claim her prize. He was warm putty in her hands now.

He found himself walking out of the bar, led by her hand, eyes transfixed on her behind, as it swayed from side to side. They got into her blue BMW. As she drove he began to get sober again. It wasn't too long a drive. They arrived at her apartment, not too far from where he lived he realized. She led him to the bedroom of her plush apartment. He lay on her bed as she went to the attached bathroom. He felt his phone vibrate, and looked at the screen after fishing it out of his pocket.

It was his girlfriend. He didn't feel the slightest of guilt; he even answered the call. "I'm at a friend's place."

"Yeah, there are some girls here... but none of them are as hot as you."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't cheat on you." Valerie was out of the bathroom. She got on the bed and crawled like a minx towards him. She displayed no reaction to the conversation. She climbed over him and nuzzled her breasts against his face after which she leaned back on her elbows, giving him time to stare at her concave abdomen and revel in the beauty of her pose. 

"Hey, I gotta go, we're getting ready to go out... I love you too, alright, bye," he said into the phone and hung up.

"Girlfriend?" she asked with a grin. "Unfortunately," he replied. She put her hands on his shoulder and sat erect. It gave him a clear view of her tits, stretching the fabric of her top. "I know you want a little bite of this," she said a hint of playfulness in her tone. "You want to stick your cock in me don't you?" she continued slowly in a sultry voice as she ran her finger up his chest.

"You make it hard to say no," he stated, laying his hands on her hips.

She wriggled forward on his lap. She was incredibly wet; she had left a dark patch on his jeans. She bent down her head and kissed him. He opened his mouth to receive her tongue. The sensation of her lips was so good. Their tongues entwined and played together. All the while they were breathing deeply through their nostrils. She felt around his chest with her palm as she kissed him. 

He let his hands descend to her lower back as he slid them over her skin. He felt the waistline of her skirt and went lower, caressing her but through the fabric. He squeezed as he kissed her stomach. She moaned into the air stretching her neck back. He continued to kiss the flesh of her abdomen.

He slid her miniskirt up slightly and exposed more of her but cheeks. He began to fondle them with both hands. He noticed she wasn't wearing her panties anymore. As his palm moved around, he felt her thigh which now had a trail of wetness extending from her cunt. She was extremely turned on. "You're going to have to lick it clean she whispered," clutching his hair as if to demand it. She again leaned back on her arms lowering her head to face him. She gyrated her hips slowly to tease him.

"Still thinking about your girlfriend?" she asked with a mischievous grin. She seemed to enjoy playing with his emotions. This was a game to her. He smiled. She repositioned herself on his legs, sliding her hands near his zip, beginning to unbutton his pants.

"Have you eaten her?" she asked without seeming like she cared.

It caught him off guard. "I offered, but she didn't want me to," he replied.

"Aww, how ungrateful of her." I would never say no to being probed by an experienced tongue." 

"Are you experienced?" she added, again with that catlike mischief in her eyes. 

She fished out his long member as she said it. "I'll find out myself," she said, before he could reply and squeezed his cock suddenly. "My my, are we well endowed." He let out a breath as she stroked it from bottom to top. 

She grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled. He lifted himself slightly to help her. "What would your girlfriend say if I gave you a little kiss on your cock?"

"I don't think she'd mind," he said as she pulled his pants lower. "I don't give a shit if she minds anyway," she said and grasped his cock again. She whipped her hair to one side and bent down low. She had positioned herself so her head was right above his erect cock.

She licked the tip slowly and spread her saliva all over it; she even looked up seductively as she did it. Her blue eyes sparkling like sapphire. He closed his eyes to take in the feeling. He felt her mouth engulf the tip, the warmth combined with the sensation of her probing tongue made him roll his eyes back in pure ecstasy. She released the head with a pop, followed by a slurping noise. He felt her fondle his balls and then, without warning, she took the entire length of his shaft into her throat, her lips circling the base. 

He almost blew his load. She stayed that way for a moment. She wanted to feel his cock throb in his mouth. Then she began to release it, slowly, ever so slowly, a coat of saliva trailing her lips. She then licked all the way from the base to the tip, only to take in his cock again. Her head began to bob up and down without pause, sucking and slurping as her hand massaged the parts exposed. He couldn't believe how good she was at this. He was unable to control himself. 

Just then she took it all in again, the sensation of her compressing throat sent him over the edge. He emptied his load deep into her welcoming throat as she continued to swallow and suck him with a hunger, milking him of every drop. When he regained his senses, she was looking at him as she licked her lips clean. "Your turn," she said as she lifted herself up and sat on his face.

She pressed her cunt against his lips. He didn't want to disappoint her. He pushed is tongue into her moist pussy. The taste was new to him. The scent was driving him crazy; he inhaled it deep into his lungs, savouring it. He probed with his tongue and licked and sucked without care. She began to pull his hair and push in his head when he licked the right places. "Deeper," she cooed as she began to rock back and forth, fucking his face as she moaned.

They fell into a rhythm, her cunt getting wetter and wetter. Her juices were flowing freely as she continued to grind her pussy into his face. While he lapped it up, she began to rub her clit with a finger, parting the lips of her cunt further, revealing its moist wet folds. He buried his tongue in as deep as possible. Before long, she had a violent orgasm; her whole body shook as he swallowed the flowing nectar. 

His entire face was now covered by her juices. "Clean me," she said in a flat tone. He didn't have the strength to lift her off him. He ran his tongue over the entire surface, lapping up her cum. He was exhausted. She slowly got off him and lay to the side panting.

His phone began to ring again, but he didn't care. He turned to his side and kissed her passionately, both of them savouring her taste.



Satisfying Her Itch!



It all started with something my sister Carol said one day.

I'd got a day off work so I'd popped round to my parent's place as I regularly did, to say hello to Mum and my sister. 

Mum was rather busy with some correspondence so my sister and I left her to it and headed outside where we settled down with a drink each to have a good natter. We'd been sitting there for a while, getting well into our chatting when Carol almost jumped up and turning, she quickly put her hands down, pushing the material of her skirt between her legs.

"Oooooch, sorry Chris - got an itch!" she said as she turned back a few moments later and sat down once more, leaving me idly wondering what kind of itch. 

We continued to sit and chatter and as we did so I happened to briefly mention a good but rather explicitly sexy film that had been on TV the night before. 

"Mmmmm, I saw that too. Guess one of these days I'll find out about all that stuff," she said, rather sadly I thought. 

"Eh - what do you mean you'll find out? Whatsa matter then?" I asked, vaguely curious and yet really just innocently answering her.

"Oh - nothing," she said, looking away from me, "It's not important."

But the very fact that she'd said that had got me going and now I sat up more attentively.

"Oh come on; must have been something important or you wouldn't have said it," I replied, "Come on, tell me. Find out what?"

"No, it's nothing, I said it's not important," she said, irritatedly squirming in her chair, "Anyway, it's personal."

My sister's a sweet young thing; she's only twenty but she seems a lot younger and more innocent than that. She's not bad to look at though; she's fairly tall and quite slim although she does have a sizable bust which rather takes your eyes off her flat tummy and her long legs. She's got soft brown hair which she keeps shortish and off her shoulders, somehow making her look even younger and rather cute really. Oh come on, yes I will be honest; she's bloody good to look at really, even if she is my sister! 

Perhaps it's her face that completes the charm; she's got a lovely warm heart-shaped face with a sweet turned-up nose and luscious lips; lips that feel soft and tender whenever she kisses me. Ok, those kisses only happen when we meet or part and that's such a shame because I love to feel her lips on mine; they're so sweet and loving somehow.

But right now she looked quite uncomfy for some reason; her lovely lips were all screwed up and I wanted to find out why.

"So what! Oh come on - I'm your brother for heaven's sake; we've always been able to talk," I said, "Don't hide things from me, it's not fair. You're being stupid!" 

I guess I wasn't really thinking that her question would be as personal as it was though!

"Oh Chris, I don't know how to say it," she said, almost moaning, "And I don't want to put you in a situation..."

"For heaven's sake - just say it!" I said firmly, "I'm old enough to take it; I understand things these days. And I'm good at listening too."

I'm nine years older than my sister, so I'm a man of the world, or so I thought. I've been there - done that, tried this and the other (not drugs though) - so I was confident that whatever she said wouldn't faze me.

But still Carol wouldn't let it go so I got up and knelt in front of her to hold her hands and to look her right in the face.

"Oh sweetheart," I said softly, "Look, I love you 'cos you're my only sister and I really want to help. I've had plenty of girlfriends so I probably know quite a bit about how a woman's mind works, so come on...tell me, please."

"Ohhhh," she moaned, "Oh, I - I - just - I just want to know more about boys."

"Hah - is that all!" I exclaimed brightly but Carol looked away, still hesitant.

"Yeah, but it's what I want to know that's the problem," she said, her face still downcast, "It makes me so embarrassed to even say it."

"Please, please, tell me," I wheedled, but suddenly realising what her problem stemmed from, "It's to do with sex, isn't it?"

"Mmmmmm yeah," she mumbled, her eyes now finding mine, "I don't want to look silly."

I chuckled about her naivety before squeezing her hands and answering.

"Well, I'm a boy - well, I mean I'm a man really," I said proudly puffing my chest out, "So if I don't know what I'm talking about then who does, so tell me - come on, be brave."

Cocky sod that I was! But I was trying to be a helpful big brother too.

Carol took a deep breath and then her hands gripped mine at last.

"You're right; yes I do want to know about sex," she said, squeezing my hands hard, "But I still don't think its right to ask you."

"Fuckin' hell, of course you can!" I exclaimed, almost exasperated by her reticence to open up, "Just ask away. Anything..."

"Ok," she said, taking another deep breath, "Here goes. I've never seen a man's thingy. See, I've said it."

"So what happened to sex ed?" I asked quickly, shaken but not entirely dumbstruck but Carol shook her head.

"They didn't show us properly. Most of it was diagrams really; that's all they showed us - anyway, that was years ago," she replied, "Now I want to see the real thing."

Suddenly I felt all hot; her question was indeed personal and I wasn't entirely sure how to answer her, until another idea popped up.

"Internet; plenty of men's "thingies" there," I said, emphasising the word, "Anyway, what's wrong with calling them penises or cocks?"

Carol blushed suddenly and looked downwards. 

"I don't like calling them that," she said, "I'm not used to it.

"Well, get used to it, because that's what they're called," I said firmly, "And come on, what's wrong with the internet?"

"That's not the same," she said sharply, now looking straight at me, "I want to see them in the flesh; you know, real ones; well, one would do - right where I can find out all about it."

"Well, chat rooms then, aren't the cocks there real enough?" I countered.

"No way am I going there," she exclaimed, blushing even more brightly, "Don't think I could do that; I might have to show them my bits too!"

"So what do you expect me to do then? Find you a willing subject?" I replied, "Anyway, why can't you ask one of your boyfriends?"

"Cos I'm scared to," she said quickly and firmly, "And I don't love any of 'em enough to want to see their bodies, especially those bits of them!"

I was silent for a while now as I considered the situation and it was I who was now feeling embarrassed. But she was obviously in a bit of a spot and needed help, so I persisted with my questions.

"But why do you have to find out right now," I asked, my fingers softly stroking hers, "Can't it wait until you do find someone to love; someone whose body you're happy to see?"

"Yeah, but then I won't know how I'll feel. I mean, what if it scares me and I get put off him even if he's just the man for me?" she said, now twisting her hands together, "I need to know before I find him, don't I?"

"Guess that would make sense," I answered, "But I don't see how I can help."

"I do," she replied, "I love you and you love me so you could let me see yours, couldn't you?"

"Oh what!?" I exclaimed kneeling bolt upright, shocked and horrified at the thought of exposing myself to her, "I'm not a bloody porn star!"

"See - I told you I didn't know how to say it," she said, her eyes downcast and sad, "I knew you'd be annoyed."

"No! No, I'm not annoyed - I'm just shocked, that's all," I said as I put my hands back on hers, "Why me - why mine - you really should be asking your boyfriend, not me."

"I told you I can't; anyway I only what to see what a thingy looks like," she said, her eyes now fixed on mine once more, "I just want to find out..."

Silence reigned again; then she spoke once more.

"So can you help, Chris?" she said, her eyes pleading, "Can I see yours? Please - you are my brother."

"Yeah - I am," I said, "And that's all the more reason why you shouldn't see mine."

"But how else am I gonna find out?" she moaned - and she sounded so plaintive that my heart melted.

"Oh fuck - oh ok then, if it'll make you happy," I said, my heart thumping faster, "Not right now though. Not out here..."

Carol's eyes brightened instantly and her arms were flung around my neck in a moment, her lips brushing firmly yet softly against my cheek.

"Oh Chris - thank you, thank you," she said breathlessly, "No - definitely not out here. Come on then - come indoors, now, please!"

"Yeah but Mum...?" I started, but Carol interrupted quickly, her hand pulling at my arm.

"Mum went shopping a little while ago," she said as she dragged me along with her, "Didn't you see her wave goodbye to you? Then she was going to her lunch club, so she won't be back for hours - and Dad's obviously at work, so it's ok."

"It's not ok," I said as I rather reluctantly followed her indoors, "I'm still not sure this is right."

"Course it is," said Carol brightly, "In my bedroom - come on."

She led the way and slowly I entered her room, taking in the girly wallpaper and tasselled light shade; the floral bedding and the white wood furniture, her pink carpet, even her cuddly toys and dolls and her dressing table covered in assorted perfumes and other cosmetic items. Even the very air smelled clean and fresh and sweet. It wasn't a place that I'd ever frequented or even visited very often and I felt very much out of place. But Carol was right at home; already she'd closed the door and was now stepping out of her shoes and casting off her jumper before sitting on the side of her bed.

"Come on Chris," she said eagerly, "Come on, let me see it."

My hands went to my belt but I was the one who was scared now; not because I was ashamed of what I had but simply because I'd never done this before. Ok - with my girlfriends of course, but not with my sister, that was for sure! I hesitated, uncertain if I really wanted to do this.

"Would you like me to do that?" Carol suddenly asked, jerking me out of my reverie.

"No - no, I'll do it," I replied quickly, my reluctant fingers now at work.

Moments later and my waistband slackened as my belt dropped away and I stopped again.

"You sure?" I asked, searching for a last chance to get out of this, but Carol nodded energetically.

"Yes, please!" she pleaded, "Please don't let me down. Please don't keep me waiting..."

My reluctant fingers fiddled with the top of my jeans as I tried to delay matters as long as possible but Carol couldn't wait.

"Come on, I'll do it - you're too slow," she said as she rose from the bed and advanced towards me.

Quickly I turned away to avoid her, only turning back once she'd sat back on her bed; then I slowly undid my jeans, pulled down my zip and let them drop. I looked down as I did so and was relieved to see that my underpants looked remarkably clean and that they showed only a basic bulge where my cock and balls were.

"That's better! I'm all ready," breathed Carol, her eyes glued to my groin from perhaps five feet away, "Don't stop now, please!"

Wondering all the time if I was doing the right thing, I tucked my thumbs into my waistband and very carefully began to lower my underpants, inch by inch. My trail of pubic hair gradually expanded as I began to expose more and more and then the base of my cock became visible.

I stopped and looked at Carol, finding myself shocked as I did so. She was still glued to my groin but now one hand had rucked up her short skirt and was out of sight!

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, my mind in a twirl and Carol's hand jerked quickly back onto her lap.

"Sorry, sorry," she groaned, "Just scratching that itch; I've still got it. I was just a bit uncomfy..."

I pretended to ignore her actions, particularly because I didn't want any erotic messages reaching my cock - a cock that was, at present, being very well behaved.

I took the plunge and in a sudden movement I shoved my underpants down to join my jeans, then stood upright and closed my eyes. There was silence for a short while...

"Ahhhh, he's lovely," I heard Carol say softly; "He looks so sweet!"

"Hmmmm, no way," I exclaimed as I opened my eyes, "He looks more like a worm to me."

"A fat worm then," replied Carol, "And he's longer than any worm I've ever seen."

I looked down at my quiescent penis, seeing only a warped view from above, most of my penis being hidden from my view by my pubes and the way it hung down.

"If you say so," I said, busy now looking at the décor of the room rather than allowing any wicked thoughts to enter my mind, "Anyway, have you had a look now?"

"No, not yet. I really wanted to look more closely," said Carol, her tongue licking her lips, "Like really close."

"Oh, come on then," I said, now having managed to keep everything under control, "Don't take all afternoon."

Carol got up off the bed and came to kneel before me; her eyes wide open as they scanned my equipment - and it was at that moment that things started to go wrong.

Because as Carol leaned forward, so I was granted a bird's eye view down into her cleavage, the luscious swell of her generous and creamy breasts substantially visible to me.

There before my suddenly wide open eyes were her lovely, smooth, well-filled breasts, her cleavage deep and alluring and in seconds I realised that I was not only leering but straining over to see if I could get a glimpse of her nipples.

The next moment however, my mind was brought quickly back to earth.

"Oooh, look at him!" she exclaimed happily, "He's getting bigger!"

"Oh fuck, no!" I almost shouted, desperately taking my mind and my eyes off her breasts, "No - no, for fuck's sake!"

But it was too late; mental activity happens in the blink of an eye - one look and microseconds later the brain's been updated - another microsecond and the brain sends an impulse back - but not back to the eyes! Instead the message goes straight to the sex organs - straight to my cock.

In seconds he was rising uncontrollably and I quickly tried to turn away, immediately finding myself stumbling as my knee-high jeans held me back. Then before I could move again Carol's hands startled me as they clamped onto my thighs. Thank heavens for her help or I might have fallen over - but her touch came as an almightily and even more stimulating shock.

I felt my cock lurch again as I felt her hands - it may not have been an erotic touch, but the sensation of her female fingers reached my brain and almost instantly my cock as well; her touch having been turned into an exciting feeling that spoke to me only of sex.

"Wow - he's fantastic!" I heard Carol say, her words bring me back to reality, "Gosh - hasn't he changed - he was only a few inches long and now he's huge!" 

She looked up at me with bright sparkly eyes.

"He's wonderful Chris," she breathed, "I'm so happy!"

It was way too late to do anything now; escape would be a compete waste of time. Carol would only come after me; would only want me to do it again, so I gave in.

I looked down, catching another long glance down her top at her swelling breasts, noticing the freckles that adorned them, before I looked down at my penis.

It stood proudly, well and truly erect now, every inch of firm flesh pointing towards the ceiling and in the general direction of my sister.

"Umm, he's not actually huge," I admitted, "Perhaps he's bigger than average but not huge."

"He is to me," said Carol cheerfully, "And why's he all wet at the end - that's not pee, is it?"

Quickly I checked, just in case I had peed a bit in my panic.

"No, that's just some stuff that a man's cock makes," I replied, "Mind out; don't touch it, it's all slippery."

"Is it?" said Carol - and the next second I felt her fingers touching the end of my cock.

"Ahhh!" I shrieked, "Get your fingers off!"

"Why? I haven't done anything wrong; I was just finding out," she said calmly, her fingers still exploring.

"No, you mustn't; it's wrong," I replied breathlessly, my whole body shuddering.

"No it's not," Carol insisted, "Anyway, what's wrong with me touching you? I'm not doing any harm, am I?"

"No-o-o-o," I dithered, "But you're not supposed to, you're my sister."

"So? So what if I am?"

"It's incest," I hissed.

Carol wasn't to be put off.

"No it's not - not yet - I'm only looking."

"You're touching me."

"Don't you like it then? Wasn't it nice?" 

She was all soft and gentle now; so were her fingers.

"Too nice - now stop it."

"Won't!" she said, "I've started and I'll finish when I'm ready."

She may not have been doing any physical harm but her touch was so exciting that my cock had stiffened even more and my foreskin had begun to slide back from my knob as she gazed at me.

I felt shivers running up and down my spine but they weren't from the cold - far from it; instead I felt as if I was burning up.

Her hand moved again, but this time I just couldn't stop her; somehow we'd crossed the line and now I welcomed her touch; I wanted to feel her fingers on me.

"Oooooh fuuuuck!" I groaned as her warm gentle fingers moved over my shaft.

Slowly they curled around my penis until she was clasping me, her thumb below; her fingers and thumb unable to meet around my girth.

She held me and my penis jerked from the warm pleasures she was stirring up - this was getting good and my mind and body wanted more now!

"It's all warm and stiff and yet it's so soft," she said, "I love your smooth skin and those veins - it's making me feel all funny inside."

A second later and her other hand fell to her lap, burrowing down there as I watched and Carol suddenly realised what she was doing and whipped her hand away.

"Sorry, just scratching, still got that itch," she said, pretending to wince but I knew better than that!

Parts of me were cringing and screaming out that this was wrong but other parts of me were really getting into this. My cock was being held by a girl; that was all that mattered now and the fact that she was my sister just didn't come into it any more.

"Move your hand up and down, slide the skin back and forward," I heard myself instructing her, "See, you can pull it right back..."

She followed my instructions and her hand movement had uncovered my knob now, my glossy, slick, shiny knob, all complete with the mandatory blob of precum at the tip.

"Is that more slippery stuff?" asked Carol, her eyes just a foot or so from my cock, "There's only a little drip - that's not enough to lubricate all this thing, is it?"

"Keep your hand there and move up and down and it'll make some more," I tried to explain, "Might take a few minutes..."

She'd got a fantastic touch, especially for a complete novice. Her hand was warm and gentle but her fingers seemed to know exactly where to excite me the most; where to make my cock jump and quiver even if she didn't know what she was doing. But she seemed to be learning fast!

Her hand was now moving steadily up and down and with each stroke I could feel my gonads - my testicles - my balls, responding. Pulses of pleasure were rising from deep inside me and I suddenly heard myself groan, a low growl really, full of lust and need.

Carol looked up at me, her hand still busy, slowly but steadily stropping my penis.

"What do I do next?" she asked, "Anything? And where's that lubricating stuff you said would come? Come on, tell me, please."

I looked down at her, doing my best to see as much of her tits as I could while also noting that the hand that wasn't on my cock was back between her legs. I shook my head before accepting, mentally, that if I was being sexually stimulated, then why not her as well.

"Haven't you done this before?" I asked but Carol shook her head.

"Not really, well only a bit," she said, her eyes avoiding mine, "And it was dark and even though he was all stiff he didn't feel anywhere near as big as you. And I couldn't see properly anyway."




Satisfying Her Itch!



"Well, shouldn't you be learning from him, not me?" I answered.

"I don't go out with him any more," she replied, her hand still squeezing my cock rhythmically, "Anyway, yours feels nicer."

"That's as maybe," I said, "But I'm your brother - we definitely shouldn't be doing this together."

"Yeah, but I love you," said Carol as if that covered every eventuality, "And it feels wonderful to hold your lovely stiff penis."

"I didn't mean to get stiff," I groaned, "You shouldn't have touched me."

"Why not - I wouldn't have seen all this," she said brightly, "Anyway where's all that stuff you promised? Come on, when's it going to come out?"

"Not long now," I managed to say, feeling things beginning to tighten up down there, "Keep doing what you're doing."

A matter of a few moments after I'd spoken and I felt a shudder, a spasm that jerked my cock; a spasm that Carol felt too.

"Oooh, what was that?" she asked, her hand tightening on my shaft.

My cock answered her by oozing a long dribble of clear fluid that slid down my upturned knob until it reached her hand. I saw Carol's eyes open wide as it touched her fingers, then felt them move as she made the wetness spread about.

"Oh gosh, that's so slippery!" she exclaimed - quickly followed by a small cry.

"Ohhhh!" she uttered, her hand still between her legs, "Oh God! Ooooohhh!"

I saw her hips jump and she shuddered all over then looked at me; a flush of colour on her cheeks once more.

"Sorry Chris, that was me; ooooh, that was naughty!" she breathed, "Couldn't help it though."

"Couldn't help what?" I asked.

"I'm all yucky. I'm all wet too; I've just flooded down there," she said, blushing profusely, "And you've made me all sticky!"

"Didn't touch you!" I exclaimed, "Were you playing with yourself then?"

She nodded, her cheeks glowing but her hand remained in place on my cock, my slippery hard cock.

"I just had to," she explained, "This is so exciting; it got me going and now I'm wet as anything!"

I just didn't know what to say now. I could hardly call her out; call her a dirty bitch or something, considering that I was letting her hold and rub my cock, could I?

Instead I let my highly aroused sexual side do the talking.

"Was it good?" I asked and Carol nodded quickly, a big smile now showing on her red face.

"Yeah - fantastic!" she breathed, "Didn't expect it though - I've never done that before, not with a man that is."

Then she scrunched up her face with distaste and I wondered what the trouble was.

"I'm all sticky and horrid now," she said looking down at her lap, "I want to take my knicks off - is that ok?"

"For fuck's sake, you're trying to turn this into a bloody sex show," I said, feeling things getting somewhat out of hand, "Go on, if you must, but keep yourself covered will you."

Inside me I dearly wanted her to let me see and yet should I even think of looking? She was my sister and even though we were close, wanton displays of our sexual parts to each other was wrong, very wrong.

But Carol now seemed to have got past any shyness and her brazen attitude was encouraging me to lose my own inhibitions. I suppose I could have, should have, just put my cock away and left but then there'd be bad vibes between us; then Mum would want to know why and then I'd feel awkward. Anyway, my wicked inner self seemed to be winning as I just stood there, watching Carol.

For her part she didn't stand up; she leaned back from her kneeling position and began wriggling her knickers down with one hand behind her. Then she needed her other hand to support her so she let go of my cock but in the process she raised her skirt, giving me an uninterrupted view of her embroidered white knickers...which were definitely wet and almost see-through in the centre.

My mouth fell open as she worked away - before letting herself collapse back onto the floor; her hips raised awkwardly.

"Damn," she said, "Can't do it this way, they're practically stuck to me."

With that she extended her legs and now lying flat on the floor she was able to dispense with her panties, the scrap of material sliding down one leg and then the other.

My eyes followed the material; then flashed back up her body, just in time to see her hand as it covered then uncovered her pussy - and quickly covered it again!

And in that second I absorbed everything - the extent of her fluffy pubes; the way her lips were swollen; the raised tissue of her clit, even the way everything seemed to have a slick sheen to it.

"Errr!" she said, "I need a tissue or something."

She stood up, smoothing her skirt down before sashaying to the table where there was a box of tissues. Grabbing a small handful she came back to me, her hand once again under her skirt; once again briefly revealing her sweet pussy as she settled back in a kneeling position before me, even before I could move.

And actually I had become frozen; struck rigid as I'd watched her. This was a display like none other I'd ever seen. Somehow all my girlfriends had been more demure and although I'd had many a good look at warm pussies, never before had I witnessed such an erotic scene. I may have been relatively experienced but she was sending thrills to places that no-one had ever reached before; so much so that I lost track of time; lost the will or even the ability to move away. 

She'd got to me; to my very core...then left me in limbo; I needed this to be completed; I needed my release too!

And then her hand was back, wrapping around my still hard penis, her strokes quickly easing another small flood of precum from me; soon causing me to groan and to breathe heavily.

"Sorry about that," she said as if it was nothing, "Most uncomfortable that was. There's nothing worse..."

'Yeah, nothing worse indeed - just imagine how yucky it feels to cum in your pants,' I thought, 'Then you'll know what uncomfy feels like!'

"Now, where was I?" she said, obviously aiming to continue, "What do I do now?"

"What'd you mean?" I asked, wondering where and how far this was going to go.

"What I mean is that you blokes make loads of spunk, don't you?" she said, "And I want to see that too, so what do I do to make it come out?"

"What - you don't know?" I asked incredulously, "You've never seen...seen a bloke shoot off?"

Carol shook her head quickly before replying, her hand still moving steadily up and down my shaft.

"I told you, I've only done it in the dark; it was in the cinema actually and I didn't see what happened 'cos he covered everything up," she said, "I know he shot off but he had his hankie over his thingy down there and you might be different!"

I shook my head too; this girl needed some real sex education!

"Not a thingy - I told you it's called a cock or a penis or something proper, not 'thingy'," I said, insisting that she got something right but Carol seemed to be ignoring me and just continued.

"I've seen men on the internet doing their stuff but I don't know what it looks like in real life," she said, "I mean, that stuff might all be fake."

"No, I don't think it's always fake," I replied, my eyes screwing up as her hand worked away, "Those guys probably make more cum than ordinary people do but most of it's real."

"Well that's what I want to see," she said firmly, "And who else can I ask except my brother?"

"Your bloomin' boyfriend," I said equally firmly as I tried, without too much effort, to get away from her grasp but Carol shook her head.

"No way; I told you didn't I - I don't love him that much!" she said, her hand tightening around my penis, "We're just good friends, that's all."

I didn't really have much in the way of an answer to that; all I could do was to let her have her way, if that's what she wanted. I mean, who was I to complain about getting a good free hand-job?

"Go on then, get it over with," I said, attempting to indicate my reluctance and Carol smiled up at me.

"You're a darling Chris," she said cheerfully, "Will you do it properly for me? Will you shoot your stuff so I can see it?"

"If it makes you happy," I said, attempting to convey a lack of concern and interest, "Keep doing that; do it a bit faster if you can - yeah, like that."

For a novice her hand seemed remarkably skilled as she masturbated me. Her fingers seemed to be finding all the nice places, all the exciting places; her thumbs were at work sliding over my slippery glowing knob, her warmth was cosy and comforting and loving somehow, she was even blowing warm air over my cock every so often.

Certainly I'd be 'doing it properly' before very long if she kept this up.

All was relatively quiet for a while, the only sounds being the soft sliding of my foreskin up and down over my knob and the slight sound of the material of her top moving as her arm worked back and forwards. In the silence I could hear our breathing too, mine faster now than hers, hers blowing through tight lips every so often.

"Ahhhh," I suddenly cried as a sharp spasm shook me, "Ooooh fuck, yeahhhh!"

Carol looked up, her eyes all concerned, her hand still moving though.

"What's up?" she asked, "Did something hurt?"

"No - just a sort of spasm - ooooh, there's another one," I hissed as my body shuddered, "I'm getting closer..."

"Are you?" asked Carol, her eye wide open now, her hand still working hard, "Are you going to squirt for me?"

"Soon," I moaned as another more powerful shudder passed through me, "Definitely getting closer."

Carol said nothing more, her mind was now concentrating on her hand and on my cock; her eyes now fixed on her target as she worked away.

My knob suddenly released another oozing of precum that actually splashed around; such was the intensity of her action. I heard Carol suck in her breath sharply.

"Look at that!" she said breathlessly, "Wow - that's super!"

"Be a lot more soon, a whole lot," I said, my hips now beginning to jerk uncontrollably, "Won't be long now!"

"This I've gotta see!" said Carol with intent and as she spoke she shuffled closer to me.

"I'd make room if I were you," I suggested, "Soon - ooooh fuck - soon!"

Things were happening down there; my hips were thrusting now; her hand was working furiously; my cock was swelling and stiffening; my orgasm was almost upon me...

"What for?" asked Carol.

"Get a towel; you'll need it," I said, knowing we now had very little time left.

"Oh errrr - these tissues, they'll be ok," replied Carol as she picked up and unscrunched the few she'd used on herself but I shook my head.

"You're joking!" I said, suddenly grimacing, "Oooh shit - its coming, coming!"

"What is?" asked Carol, "Your cum?"

"Yeah - yeah, I'm gonna cum!" I cried, feeling everything tighten up, "Here it cums!"

Carl had no idea really - she completely missed the first volley of cum which arced from my cock to splatter into her hair and then down across her right shoulder. Presumably shocked she froze - but the action had started and was unstoppable now. The next powerful jet hit her cheek and ran down her neck, quickly disappearing under her top - and it was at this point that she suddenly unfroze and clamped the tissue over my tip.

But such was the power of my eruption that maybe not the next squirt but the one after that simply tore through the tissue and soaked her arm, leaving a long soft spray of cum to slide from her arm and land on her thigh.

What further cum there was simply dribbled over her hand and clung there while Carol let out a long moan.

"Oooh Chris - I never knew!" she said, "I've never seen anything like that - God, there was so much stuff!"

"Yeah, there was," was all I could say at the moment; anyway Carol hadn't finished.

"It's everywhere," she said as she turned her head around, "In my hair and uuuuhhh, it's running down over my tits!"

She released my cock and with her fingertips she pulled her top away from her body and peered down, my eyes following her view over her delectable mounds.

"God, you've got it on my bra!" she moaned and seconds later her hands were round behind her undoing her clasp and with that miracle of female sleight of hand she squirmed and pulled her bra out, a streamer of cum still attached.

She pulled the material away again and my eyes were treated to the sight of her unfettered breasts, right down to her cute little nipples! I swear that my cock, exhausted as he may have been, jerked and stiffened from the sight!

"My tits are all sticky," she said, "Don't look - I want to clean it up."

With one hand she lifted her top, revealing a considerable extent of under-boob while she picked up the tissues and went to apply them to her cum-splashed breast.

"Oh no, that's all sticky too!" she said, quickly dropping the wad, then seemingly absentmindedly she knelt upright and reached over to her chair to get some more tissues.

And as she did so, the material of her top lifted and her left breast just popped out from its hiding place to give me an incredibly clear view of its entirety.

I'm sure that my mouth fell open even as my cock jumped once more, until Carol realised what had happened.

"Oh ooops!" she said, her mouth smiling cheekily, "Gave you a bit of a show, didn't I?"

She must have seen my reaction - and perhaps my crestfallen look as she hid it away again and her face brightened.

"Did you like that?" she said, "Didn't mean to, I don't flash my boobs at everyone!"

I nodded quickly.

"Lovely, looked lovely," I croaked, "Do it again!"

"Cheeky!" she said - and a moment later and she did - lifting her top up to expose not one but both her swollen breasts to me. 

Her nipples were little hard lumps on each breast, the skin visibly puckered around each of them - they looked completely suckable and utterly lovely.

"Wowwww!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my delight, "Super - aren't they gorgeous!"

For a second Carol looked unhappy, then she smiled again.

"I'm still all sticky down my side; I think it's on my top as well," she said coquettishly, "Would it be ok if I took my top off so I can clean up?"

"Yeahhhh!" I replied, breathing hard, "Course you can; do you want me to help?"

"Nah, I'll be alright," said Carol and a little while later she was kneeling there before me, now topless and breathing fast.

"Done it!" she exclaimed excitedly.

She shook her breasts at me, the pair wobbling deliciously in unison.

"What'd you think?" she said.

"I think I'd love to hold them!" I said, "They look so good; fucking gorgeous! You're wonderful Carol."

But she ignored my words as she turned her attention back to herself and with fresh tissues she mopped her side and cleaned up her cheek, arm and hand before turning back to me.

"Ummm, there's a blob in your hair," I said, causing Carol to wrinkle her nose.

"Yuk, is there?" she asked, her nose wrinkling, "Can you get it for me."

She held up a slightly damp tissue and I bent down and gathered the small white streak of cum before handing the tissue back to her.

I noticed however that rather than chuck the tissues in the bin by the bed, she'd folded them now and put them on the chair instead.

"That's better," she said, "Thanks Chris - now, what do we do next?"

I could tell her what I wanted to do next! 

Her topless display of her oh-so-desirable tits had woken my system up again and I felt my penis filling with blood once more, but this time he wanted more than a hand job. But it wouldn't be right to tell her that; I'd have to find a way to work round to it although I intended to go straight to the action if I could! Any inhibitions about incest had long since been blown away.

"If I take my t-shirt off will you take your skirt off?" I began, "Then we can both be naked together."

"What on earth for?" she replied, but I noticed that her hands moved towards her waist.

Perhaps my direct line of thinking would work...

"You can see all of me if I do; don't suppose you've ever seen a man in the nude, not close up, that is," I said, "Anyway, it'll be fair then."

"Not sure I want to see a man nude," she said, her hands still at her waist, "What's in it for me?"

"Just that you'll get to understand how we're built - wouldn't you like to see my muscles?" I retorted, "I've been working out..."

"Didn't know that," she said, her fingers twiddling with her clasp, "Go on then, let's see you."

"Together," I said, "Only fair."

"Ok Chris, I'll go for it, "she said, "Together then."

Her fingers began to work at her clasp just as I lost my vision as I lifted my shirt over my head - and when I threw my t-shirt on the chair, there she was, as naked as the proverbial jay-bird!

"Oooohhh wow!" I exclaimed, feeling my penis jerk excitedly, "You look super!"

And she did look incredible; a fantastic sight; her substantial breasts casting shadows over her toned and slim midriff before her broader hips flared below, framing her small tuft of pubes and her smooth thighs.

"Am I ok?" she asked as her eyes roamed up and down my body, "You look pretty good - how about me?"

"You're a lot better looking than me, that's for sure," I began, "You look fitter than me too, to be honest."

"I'm just careful what I eat," she said - and my mind rapidly began to think what I could add to her diet!

"Stand up," I asked and Carol did so in a moment, standing before me with her legs slightly apart.

"Gosh, aren't you tiny!" I exclaimed, "You seem even smaller than when you're dressed."

The mere fact that I was only some four inches taller than her didn't come into my reckoning...

I reached out my hands and Carol stepped forward until I could place my hands on the top of her arms and in doing so the gap between us closed considerably.

I looked down between us and realised that there was now less than a foot between her body and the tip of my jutting cock - just a foot between my cock and her pussy. I wondered how long it would take for me to close that gap...

"Actually its nice when you're so much smaller," I said, "Feels as if I'm here to look after you."

"Oh, that's sweet of you," she said and as she spoke her arms came up and reached for my waist and as they did so we moved closer together...and I felt my cock nudge against her body just as her breasts bumped against my chest.

We stood still for a few delicious moments and then she looked up at me.

"Our bodies are touching, did you know?" she said, a mischievous look in her eyes, "I can feel your thingy up against me."

"It's my cock," I corrected her, "And it's rubbing against your belly, isn't it?"

"Mmmmmm, it is and it feels so strange and yet so exciting," she said, "No-one's ever done that before..."

"Let me get a bit closer," I said as I shuffled forward and now my penis stretched upright against her, squashed between us.

"Ooooh," she moaned, "I like that, it's so warm, so stiff - and it's you."

"Definitely all me," I admitted breathlessly, "And your tits feel so cool against me and I can feel your little nipples too."

She wriggled her chest against me, causing her breasts to slide over my skin deliciously. My cock throbbed with desire and pleasure and illicit excitement and perhaps anticipation. For a while we just stood there both enjoying the closeness before I moved away a little to make a small adjustment.

"Let me push my cock down," I said, "He's a bit uncomfy up there!"

It was a total lie but unless I fucked her navel there was no way my cock was ever going to penetrate her from there.

Carol had her eyes closed as I put my hand down and pushed my cock downwards - although she suddenly opened them as my penis slotted nicely into the cleft between her legs.

"Chrissssss, that feels so naughty," she moaned, "Ooooh Chris, I like that!"

"Mmmmmm, so do I," I agreed; the feeling of my penis being trapped between her legs was ecstatic.




Satisfying Her Itch!



I made my cock jerk a couple of times, applying pressure right beneath her pussy and Carol's eyes softened as my cock hardened. I could swear that I could feel the dampness that her earlier excitement had caused... 

Soon there'd be a lot more, I hoped!

I tilted my hips back and forward slowly and gently, making my cock slide a few inches each way against her flesh and all Carol did was to hold me tighter with her arms. Her generous breasts squashed delightfully and firmly against my chest and her breath was warm against my cheek.

Silently I worked my cock back and forwards, doing my best to push him upwards at the same time, seemingly aided now by Carol who was now also moving her hips. Quietly we dry humped for some minutes until Carol shuddered all over.

"Oooh Chris, no, that's naughty," she said, her voice all quivering, "We shouldn't do that!"

"Why, what's the matter?" I asked, feigning concern, but Carol was back in her dream world immediately.

"Nothing Chris, just got some really naughty feelings," she said softly, "I felt as if I was getting all wet again and then I just imagined what it would be like if that thing of yours got inside me!"

I said nothing but I pulled my penis slowly out from between her legs and allowed the tip to work it's way upwards slightly, immediately feeling the roughness of her pubic hair against my knob.

"Ooooooh," moaned Carol, her own hips now moving her pussy against my cock, "Stop it Chris - you mustn't..."

What she really and obviously meant was that it was getting to be too nice; that she was getting all excited and that she wanted more. I knew enough of the female psyche to understand what my actions were doing to her, which is why I continued.

Applying a little more pressure I soon felt her lips giving way; not exactly parting, but that would come soon enough. But for now, the fact that my penis was pushing at her cleft was enough; soon the matter would be taken out of her hands.

Very gently I worked at her, using my hips to adjust the tip of my cock against her flesh; then suddenly he was sliding much more freely and equally suddenly I felt my penis enveloped in a warmth that hadn't been there before.

Just as suddenly Carol's eyes shot open and she looked right into mine, my eyes that were filled with lust for my younger sister's body.

"Oooooh Chris, I like that," she moaned, her hips now jerking and pushing harder against my cock, "I think I've gone really wet down there!"

She relinquished her hold on my back and slid one hand down between us and moments later I felt her fingers probing and sliding around my penis and into her slit before being removed and raised to her face level. I could see that they were all shiny and wetted and as I watched, Carol moved her fingers right under her nose.

"God - I smell so horny!" she said before she looked up at me.

"You've got me all worked up, haven't you?" she said, her voice all quivery, "I feel all itchy and funny inside!"

"Do you want to lie down?" I asked as I shuffled and pulled us towards the side of the bed, "It'll be better there."

"Mmmmm," hummed Carol contentedly, "Especially if you can sort out my itch."

Somehow I managed to lower us both to the bed without landing heavily or squashing all the air out of her lungs and with some adjustments we were soon lying side by side on her bed, my penis now freed from his temporary abode.

Briefly I wondered if I should ask Carol permission to touch her again but then I considered that if she was willing to get on the bed with me then she was bound to be quite happy to continue with our 'fun', so I reached down and made a slight adjustment to my angle of approach.

She was even more open now; her slippery moisture has now lubricated her lips sufficiently for my cock to slip easily between them, sliding smoothly into the warmth and wetness and comfort of her pussy.

My cock jumped and twitched hard as it seemed to realise that even more pleasure wasn't now far away...and it was all I could do not to push hard against her flesh...but I needed to take my time.

Saying nothing I just let my penis bathe in her liquid pleasures while Carol positively purred beside me. She certainly seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was!

I brought my head closer to hers and kissed the tip of her nose; an action that caused her to open her eyes for the first time for a while. Moments later and her hips moved her pussy against my hard cock, sliding and wriggling around deliciously and delectably.

"Oh Chris, you're wonderful," she sighed, "I've always been so scared of being with a man but now we're lying here together it feels so natural."

And with that she leaned towards me and her mouth opened and she kissed me - full on the lips and with a warm, wet and delicious kiss. Almost instantly her tongue slid into my mouth, searching for and quickly finding my own tongue and seconds later we were locked together, our mouths searching, reaching, smoothing, loving each other - while unconsciously, down below, our parts seemed to be coming even closer.

It was only when our lips parted after some fair few minutes that I realised that my knob was seated into a depression in her body; a depression that could only be her vagina! For a brief moment I wanted to just simply thrust hard into her; to drive my rampant cock deeply into her warm wet welcoming hole - but that wasn't my style; whatever happened would be done gently and with love.

"Carol," I began, eagerly desiring to push my cock into her hole yet knowing full well that I wanted us both to participate willingly, "Do you realise what's happening?" 

"Yeahhhhh," she sighed, "I think you're going to make love to me!"

I was shocked by her admission; I'd expected her, at the very least, to jerk away once she discovered what was nearly happening. Instead she seemed to be more ready for it than I was!

"Can I?" I asked, my mind whirling, "Really?"

"Please will you?" she said, her eyes all misty, "I need you to - I want you to do it...not someone else. I love you and you love me and that's how I want it, so will you take me, please Chris."

Carol had turned into the eager one, it seemed. My approach may well have set her up but now she was primed and ready it was she who seemed to be taking over.

"Aren't you a..." I started but Carol finished for me.

"A virgin - well, yeah, in a way," she said, "You're going to be the first man inside me so yes, I'm a virgin but I'm not going to bleed. But you're bigger than my vibrator so do take it easy please."

"Course I will," I answered, almost shocked by her admission and eagerness, "I'll make sure I'm really gentle."

I felt wicked and perhaps a bit unsure of myself now; sure I'd had sex with a number of girls but generally it had been sex because we both needed release; just a fuck, to be honest. But now, this was my sister and we were going to have sex because we loved each other. Fair enough, I was going to satisfy her itch as requested but I was also having sex with her because I really wanted to - because we both really wanted it. Somehow things were different, very different this time...

"Shall I push a bit?" I asked, feeling her warmth all around my knob and Carol nodded and smiled. 

I slid up a bit on the bed, my action causing my cock to jump and to slide perhaps an inch or so inside her. I looked down and couldn't see the end of my cock; everything was right.

There were no undue moans or groans from Carol so I pushed a little more, feeling things sliding comfortably down there.

"Yeahhhhh," breathed Carol quietly, "Ooooh Chris - it's lovely!"

I slid my cock out a bit to gather some more lubricant before I pushed a little harder and longer and now I just simply slid inside until I could go no further. We were meshed together; our pubes intertwined; our arms around each other; even our legs were twisted together now.

Her warm sleeve was comforting and cosy around my rigid penis.

"Oooooohh", I heard myself saying, "Ooooh Carol - you're so good. So tight and slippery and warm."

"And you're so long and deep," Carol replied, "I'm so full. Stay there for a while."

I felt her pussy working now, squeezing my cock, caressing my penis, stimulating my senses, stirring things up generally.

I responded unintentionally by jerking inside her, my penis as hard and hot as he'd ever been. Together we bathed in the glorious feeling of being united; our bodies as one; perhaps even our minds fused. Certainly our eyes were locked together, our gaze into each other's eyes as loving as two people could become.

Slowly and gently we both began to move, to make love. I didn't know what Carol knew about love-making, but her body was doing all the right things anyway, so I started to work my cock inside her.

I began with long strokes, moving from deeply inside her until only my knob was still encased in her hot flesh; then back in again - each stroke measured and slow until Carol shuddered and breathed heavily in and out again.

"Oh God - this is heaven!" she exclaimed dreamily, "If this is making love then we should have done it ages ago!"

I chuckled happily - I too had sorely wanted to jump her years ago but perhaps it was just as well we'd waited for so long. Now we were adults, at least we could understand and appreciate the finer points of sex.

Without being asked, I began to turn us over until I was lying above my sister, her lovely legs now able to lock around the back of my thighs, my penis now sliding in and out of her vagina smoothly and comfortably. Carol's eyes closed again; she looked so happy now; she looked so beautiful too. I looked down at her pretty face and kissed her lips again, an action that caused her eyes to open suddenly and moments later she was kissing me back, her lips grasping and eager; needy and wild, clamping onto my lips firmly, her tongue pushing deep into my mouth. She was running hot now, powering up for the big finale...

"Ooooooohhhh Chrissss," she moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me; do it harder; I want you; I want all of you."

"Yeahhhhh," I grunted back, "I want you too."

Suddenly the eagerness of her lips seemed t transfer to her hips; to her pussy. Suddenly her actions increased; suddenly she became alive and almost frantic.

"Do it!" she moaned, her breathing shallow and fast, "Fill me up - push it in - deep - hard!"

Suddenly down there her pussy was alive, clutching and sucking at me, squeezing and pulling at me; caressing and massaging my cock as if desperate for me to screw her to the mattress.

My hips responded to her, driving my lance ever more firmly into her body, feeling the effects of her vaginal responses as exciting pulsations that flowed back into me.

Together as one now we fucked, both of us now panting heavily, both of us now bathed in sweat, both eager to bring to a completion this act of love.

Long minutes passed, or were they hours or just seconds, as we coupled lovingly, eagerly, almost desperately. Small cries of delight were now coming from Carol from time to time while louder cries of encouragement and effort left my lips. We were pounding at each other; our hips almost slamming together; Carol's eager pussy rising up to meet my thrusts as her gripping thighs pulled me into her.

"Oooooo Chris, its happening!" she suddenly said, her eyes now wide open, "I'm going to cum, I'm sure of it, I'm gonna cum!"

Her movements were ever more frantic and somewhat spasmodic now although still energetic. 

"Oooooohh yessss, it's coming, I can feel it!" she hissed, "What about you?"

Yeah - what about me? 

Part of why I was fucking her was to pump my seed into her; that was the whole idea of a good fuck; to bring about release and as Carol's movements increased and her orgasm approached, so she was driving me to mine.

"I'll be with you," I replied, "I'm nearly there too - but, but...?"

"What Chris, what's the matter?" asked Carol, "You can cum with me can't you?"

"Yeah, yeah," I said, in time with my thrusts, "Is it alright though, cum inside you?"

"Oh God yes, yesssss," she cried, "I'm ok, I'm on the pill - do it, fill me - cum in me!"

"Yeahhhhh!" I exclaimed happily, "I'll fill you - I'll cum in you!"

"Soon, soon," moaned Carol, her hips moving rapidly now, "I'm nearly there, I know it!"

I concentrated on my cock, on deriving all the sensations I could from my bulging knob, from my rigid shaft that was being caressed so erotically by my sister's pussy. I drove on, faster and harder, panting wildly...until I knew that I'd reached that unstoppable moment. That moment that tells you that whatever happens, you're now guaranteed to cum.

"Come on Carol - I'm cumming...any moment!" I moaned and as I spoke I felt Carol's vaginal muscles lock tight around my cock.

"And me! And me!" she cried - almost screamed, "Yes, yes, yes!!"

I held my breath as I felt the first powerful spasm, then grunted loudly as my hips drove my cock as deeply as they could into her body. And at that moment I felt my first release; the first volley of hot cum emptying from my cock.

"Oooohhhh yeahhhh, ooooh yeahhhh!" I moaned as release followed release, "Uuuughhh, uuuughhh!"

"Oooooooo Chrissssss!" cried Carol, "Lovely, wonderful, super - oh God, yesssss!"

Together we squirmed and thrust and clung together, our bodies twisting and turning as one; our mouths glued together; her breasts hot against my chest; her heels pounding on my calves as we both climaxed together.

My cock was inside the warmest cave in the world; the most natural place for it to be and now all I could feel was Carol's muscles like fingertips on my shaft and the warmth of my liquid offering as it bathed my penis.

Slowly and gently I rolled us over until we lay side by side again, Carol's eyes boring into mine.

"God Chris, that was fantastic," she said softly, "Thank you lover."

"No, thank you my sweet sister," I replied, "You were wonderful."

"Mmmmmmm," she replied as she kissed me softly, "So were you."

Gently we prised our bodies apart, our skin lightly glued by our sweat until only my cock remained to unite up.

"I'm going to need some tissues, aren't I?" said Carol, smiling sweetly, "Can you reach them?"

"Yeah, here you are," I said and as I handed her the box Carol extracted a small handful which she conveyed to her groin.

Soon we were pulling apart and very reluctantly I let my penis slide from its comfy cave until it hung there, slippery and reddened, a small smear of white cum still clinging to the knob. Carol wiped it for me then concentrated on herself while I rolled over onto my back and soon she too lay back, replete and contented.

"How's the time?" I asked and Carol pointed to her alarm clock.

"It's about one," she said, "I know what you're thinking - when's Mum due back."

I nodded but Carol put a hand on my chest as if to calm me.

"She won't be back until three at the earliest," Carol said, "Just relax."

It wasn't hard to relax after our exertions but I wanted to lie there and look at Carol; at the woman who'd been so wonderful and whose charms I had just begun to discover in detail.

I scanned her as she lay there, taking in her hair spread over the pillow, her face smiling and unworried, her cheeks still glowing, her firm breasts comfy mounds above her, her flat tummy, her glistening pubes and her long sleek legs. My mind absorbed the wonderful sight and locked the memory away for other days and I smiled contentedly inside.

I felt my body begin to respond to the lovely sight but then something came back to my mind.

"So what was your itch - that one that made you jump up so suddenly?" I asked, "Was it anything to do with what we've just done?"

"Everything," she exclaimed happily, her eyes closed, her face serene, "I so needed that and I think you've cured it."

"Any chance of it coming back?" I asked, rather hoping that she'd say yes!

"Mmmmm, every chance!" she replied, "I'm sure it'll come back. At least once a day...and actually I think I can feel it coming back right now!"

As she spoke, Carol rolled over until she was on top of me while between us my eager penis began to rise and harden once more. 

"Yes Chris, it's coming back alright!" said Carol, "See if you can make it better, please."

"Love to," I said into her open mouth as her pussy began to search for my cock, "Right now!"

We'd got a couple of hours before Mum returned, certainly enough time for another itch-soothing session!



Satisfying His Slut



Freshly showered and dressed in a T-shirt I head to the living room because I know any minute he will be home from work. Like a puppy dog I wait with excited anticipation, peeking out of the shades of the front window every now and then. I miss him. It's only been half a day but I crave him like an addiction, his voice, his presence, his taste... It's an unending need I don't understand. It keeps me at his beck and call, eager to be at his side to do all I can to please him.

The key turns the lock and he enters as I timidly smile and attempt to read his mood after a long day at work. His smile grows as his arms open and I quickly enter into his embrace feeling the cares of life fall away. He turns my chin up and softly kisses me before lowering his mouth to my ear. He whispers a naughty request and I feel tingling down my spine as his hands slowly caress my ass cheeks then lift my shirt over my head. 

He nods to the floor and I move to the center of the room and lower myself to my hands and knees facing away from him. I am exposed and feeling so horny, like a dog in heat as I listen to him removing his work boots and jacket. He moves closer calling me his bitch and requests that I rest my face against the floor and lock my hands behind my back. I obey as I feel his hot breath against my pussy lips and then his tongue softly licking up and down. He parts my lips and darts his tongue in and out of my heated depths making me moan with delight. 

I want him so badly I begin to beg for him to please fuck me. He doesn't disappoint me as I feel the head of his beautiful cock replace his tongue, sliding up and down my wet lips before pressing inside so incredibly slowly, we both groan in sweet agony. His strokes are long, deep and deliberately slow, filling me so perfectly. He leans over me tying his shirt around my head, stealing my vision but making me drunk on his sweet smell that lingers in the shirt.

His pace increases. Now his hands are on my hips and my mind swims in the delightfully dirty things he is saying as his thrusts grow faster and harder. My pussy muscles twitch and attempt to suck him back inside every time he withdraws. I whimper as my first orgasm begins, feeling his final deep thrusts. He grunts so sexily and I feel his cock start pulsing, shooting his sweet cum inside of me. That sensation never grows old and my hungry cunt spasms trying suck him dry.

Before I can catch my breath he rolls me onto my back. He spreads my legs apart wide and then spreads my sticky pussy lips pinching my swollen clit. Then suddenly it's his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking it and licking me like a hungry animal. His hands firmly grab my tits, twirling my nipples in his fingers. Oh God this man makes me so high, I can't describe how good it feels.

Under his relentless assault I eventually give in and countless strong contractions carry me through a mind blowing orgasm. He rises and tells me not to move. I don't think I could if I wanted to. Legs still spread I feel our mutual cum start to drip towards the floor.

That is when I hear the door open and strange voices. I fight the urge to uncover my eyes to see. As quickly as he left he returns and lifts my legs to his shoulders. I feel his hard cock pressing into my ass. He lubes his cock with our cum and presses in a little more. He continues this amazing torture while talking dirty to me and he wins. He will always win. His slippery cock has penetrated my ass and his strokes are short and slow as I adjust to the new sensation.

Once he feels me completely relaxed he withdraws and helps me stand leading me to his recliner. He sits first then guides me to lean back against his chest while his cock slides over my cum covered pussy back to my ass, slowly sliding back in again. He tells me to drape my legs wide apart over the arm rests. Pulling me up and down, with short strokes, he uses my tits as handles until he is balls deep and the invasion begins to feel so dirty and arousing.

Completely absorbed in the ass fucking I disregarded the fact that we were not alone until he pulled his make shift blindfold Tshirt from my eyes. My hungry cunt goes on overload as I look around to see many black men stroking their incredibly large hard cocks. Obviously they were silently enjoying themselves. As one approaches it's obvious that they are going to enjoy me as well.

I am firmly ass impaled on his rock hard cock as he whispers in my ear that I am now his nigger cum bucket whore and that they will only leave once he feels each one shoot his load into my tight nasty white girl pussy. His dirty talk alone is enough to send me over the edge but I really start to moan as one of them climbs between my wide spread legs and guides his monstrous cock into my dripping cunt.

The fucking continues just as he described, not one leaving until he has had his turn on me. Each huge black cock stretching me, using me and then shooting cum into my overflowing pussy. He grunts and makes short thrusts into my ass as the thin membrane between the two cocks no doubt gives him full sensation of their orgasms. I lose count of cocks and orgasms, theirs and mine. When the last one is done and off, he has his own much delayed orgasm in my ass. We both gasp for air in the aftermath.

Eventually he stirs. I can hardly stand up but he helps me then locks the front door and throws a few of the blankets from the couch into the floor with some pillows. All that nasty cum drips down my thighs as he guides me onto my back and spreads my legs. After snapping a few photos of my overflowing pussy he starts to finger fuck me carefully pressing up into my sensitive g spot. It only takes a few minutes before I am cumming again and also gushing like a geyser. Unable to take anymore and satisfied beyond belief I collapse. 

He pulls his cum covered slut into his loving arms, pulls a blanket over both of us and smiling we fall into a deep sleep.



Satisfying Holly



Holly is my wife and a nymphomaniac, but that's cool because I'm a sex addict and when you put the two together it can get really wild if you know what I mean. She's a super hot package of pure sexy woman, 29 years old, 5'8" tall, 125lbs, a fabulous figure (36D-26-36), shoulder length blonde hair and deep sexy blue eyes. We have been married about a year and lately she is becoming restless and distant making me feel the need to assert my domination of her so I worked out a plan to do just that.

My opportunity came when Holly began to beg me to buy her a new car. She pleaded with me until finally she told me she'd do anything I wanted if I would just get her the car. This was my chance, I made her a deal, if she would be my unconditional sex slave for 24 hours I would buy it for her. I told her I would be her master and she would have to obey my orders completely.

Holly agreed telling me I couldn't possibly make her do anything that wouldn't be worth it. If she had known what I had in mind she might have thought differently! We agreed that starting Saturday at 6PM she be my total sex slave. To get her ready for what I had planned I didn't fuck her for four days before got started. I also made some other plans and was ready as the time grew near for her slavery to begin.

Saturday came and I sat there in the living room waiting for 6PM, ready to take total control of my super sexy wife. At the stroke of 6PM I called to Holly. "Slave get in here your master has needs." She entered the room and stood before her lord and master ready to serve me.

"Take off those rags I want you naked" I commanded Holly. She quickly removed all her clothes reviling her luscious naked body to me. No matter how often I see her hot body it never fails to arouse me. Her big sexy breasts and hot pussy were mine to command and that sense of power made me very horny.

"Get on you knees and crawl over here and suck my dick bitch," I ordered Holly as I opened my pants setting free my rock hard cock. "Use only your mouth and don't touch yourself I don't want you making yourself cum, only I get to cum, my little slave."

Holly crawled to me, her big tits swaying wonderfully as she took my hard dick into her sweet mouth, sucking and licking it as best she could without her hands. The feeling of her soft lips and warm tongue on my rock hard cock was fantastic making me lose all control of my lust to cum in her mouth. I could tell her was becoming wildly aroused as her naked body squirmed around while she gave me the best blow job I ever had.

I reached down to Holly's dangling big tits with both hands, squeezing and pulling them as hard as I could just before my throbbing cock finally erupted into her sweet sexy mouth filling it with a huge load of red hot cum. "Swallow it all, I want all of it inside my sex slave," I demanded of my beautiful wife as she knelt before me with my pulsing cock in her mouth. "Are you turned on baby, I'll bet you'd like to cum wouldn't you."

"Yes master I'm very hot may I please cum?" Holly implored looking up at me with her lust filled big blue eyes, needing relief for the fire of sexual arousal that was building up deep inside her cunt.

"Hell no slave you are not going to cum until I'm ready, so stand up and put these on," I said tossing her a see through white bra and matching panties. "It's time for you to get dressed we're going out now."

Holly looked at the flimsy garments, then put them on. The bra was only too small (a 34C) making the band very tight forcing her tits to stick out and stretch the too small transparent cups to there limits. The bra and panties were so thin that her big pink nipples and blonde pubic hair showed plainly through them.

"What else do you want me to wear master," Holly asked as she looked at her sexy exposed body in the mirror.

"Nothing slave I want everybody to see your wonderful breasts and hot wet cunt," I told Holly as I admired the slutty look the flimsy garments gave her over sexed body. "Now bring me my duffel bag and the video camera case. I need the extra clothes I put in there for me, we'll be gone overnight. You won't need any other clothes cause you'll be naked most of the time."

Holly brought the two bags and stopped at the door. "Go on out slut, your going to be seen by everybody I wish to see you," I ordered. She went out to the car, quickly tossed the bags in as she slipped into the passenger seat.

I climbed in, reached over to the crotch of Holly's transparent white panties and rubbed the thin material into her wet pussy making it noticeably damp. "There now everyone can see what a horny little slut you are, and where we're going they'll lots of men to see you," I laughed as we drove to the Big Town Motel.

The Big Town Motel was a run down place where lots of truck drivers and other transients stayed. We pulled up right in front of the place so anyone coming or going would be sure to see Holly's semi-naked body sitting there in the car. I got us a room on the third floor and we went to the outside elevator.

Holly was very uncomfortable standing there waiting for the elevator with her tits and pussy showing. Several men saw her and some came over to ride the elevator up with us. "Is she with you buddy," one rough looking trucker asked me as ran his eyes up and down Holly's hot body.

"No she's not with me, she belongs to me," I told all the men gathered around staring hot eyed at Holly's sexy exposed body.

"What'd you mean she belongs to you man," he replied reaching down and copping a feel of Holly's barley covered firm little ass. She tried to move away from him but the other men crowded around her, starring at her body. One of the hard looking truckers fondled one of her large thinly covered breasts and said, "If she belongs to you how about sharing the big titted slut with us."

"Sounds like good idea to me, Holly tell these guys that if I order you to you'll suck and fuck all of them." I bragged as I ran my hand over her wet panties.

"I do everything my master tells me, if he wants me to fuck and suck you all that's what I'll do," Holly replied as the men around her continued to groped all her thinly clad body.

"You guys come up to room 369 in 30 minutes and you can gang bang my big titted sex slave all night long," I told the hard dicked truckers mauling my wife's fabulous sexy body. "Bring some booze and we'll have a real party with this little slut."

Several of the horny looking men rode up the elevator with us and had a fine time playing roughly with all Holly's ample sexual assets. They squeezed and rubbed every inch of her body as they crowded against my slutty looking little wife and made all kinds of pornographic comments about what they were going to do to her all night long. We went into the room and as I hurried to setup the hidden camera Holly asked nervously, "I'm I really going to be fucked by all those horny men, Charlie, there are some many of them, they'll fuck me to death."

"Don't worry baby this won't wear out," I told Holly, as I rubbed her pussy though her panties feeling the heat and wetness of her sexual arousal. "Your pussy's so wet and horny that I'll bet when they finish fucking it, you'll still be begging for more. Get those rags off baby I want to get you ready for all those hard dicks," I ordered my sex slave pushing her towards the bed. She quickly stripped the slutty outfit off and sat down on the bed completely naked, very nervous but also very turned on by the thoughts of the gang bang to come..

I got another surprise for Holly out of my bag, two pair of hand cuffs. "Here doll I don't want you touching yourself," I told her as I cuffed her wrists to the bed posts. "I want you helpless for the fucking you're going to get. Now let me warm up that pretty little pussy."

I stood and looked down on my helpless and very horny wife, then began working her huge breasts and dripping wet cunt over making her really hot to fuck. She lay spread-eagled on the bed, beautifully naked and so turned on she began to moan with lust. I needed to cum before the gang bang, so I made her suck my dick. My hand fingered her wet cunt and pinched her clit as she struggled to bring me off using only her mouth. I was so hot from watching all those men's hands on my loving little wife's body that I soon shot my load into her mouth as she neared her climax. I stopped touching her and moved away leaving her red hot and badly tormented because she was unable to cum.

Holly begged me, "Don't stop now I'm so hot I need to cum. Please Charlie don't leave me like this, I need to CUM." I ignored her pleading and left her squirming on the bed begging to be fucked. Her nipples were swollen and hard, her pussy lips gapped open as the wetness plainly, and her breath came huge heaves making her big tits raise and fall in a totally obscene way. She was ready to fuck anybody or anything just to get relief from the fire I had carefully built inside her.

A loud knock meant they were here for the party, here for my sweet little wife's pussy. I opened the door to six rough looking horny truckers ready to fuck Holly's flaming hot cunt, I wondered if even they could satisfy her. What they saw was enough to light their already smoldering fires of lust, she lay there red hot and naked burning with a desperate need to be fucked by all of them. "Damn man she looks like she's more than ready to party," said one of gang bangers.

Holly's eyes were wide with insane lust as she implored them, "Come on you bastards I need fucked NOW, somebody stick a hard dick in me NOW, I need fucked NOW!!!!

"Give it to her guys, fuck the hot little whore all you want, fuck her until her cunt's raw," I told them as they attacked Holly's helpless sex crazed body.

One half drunk trucker went over to Holly, grabbing both her big hard nipples, he pulled them up stretching those big firm tits away from her body. "Nice fat jugs baby, let's see how they taste," he tormented her as he bit one of her nipples so hard she screamed in pain. He continued his assault on her big tender breasts as the others stripped for action.

Another trucker with his big cock already hard and standing straight out moved to Holly. He rammed two fingers in her pussy saying, "The bitch's is really wet, I guess you want this huh baby," as stroked his 8 inch long cock to a rock hardness.

"YES please fuck me, I NEED that monster cock in me now," Holly begged half mad with lust for a cock, any cock that could ram into sex starved pussy and make her cum and cum and cum!!!!

"OK baby take it all," he commanded slamming his long hard cock all the way into Holly's hot cunt. He fucked her savagely as the others cheered him on. She soon exploded in a massive body shattering orgasm the first of countless ones she would have before the night was over. As the first trucker pumped his load of hot cum inside she wet and wild pussy, another one pushed him aside and resumed the pounding away into her more than willing young body.

After the first few fucks I took off the hand cuffs so Holly could handle more men at a time then I sat down to watch them fuck my little nymphomaniac wife like a piece of hot sex meat. It was like watching a porn movie with my beautiful sexy wife as the star and the site of all these horny men using Holly like a sex object was an incredible turn on. I jerked off several times as the orgy grew hotter and hotter and more men came to satisfy themselves inside her well fucked cunt, mouth and ass.

I opened a bottle of whiskey they had brought, poured myself a strong drink and got pretty drunk so allot of what happened for then on was a blur, I remember seeing Holly service four men at once, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and two with her hands. Another time she was fucking herself savagely with a beer bottle while she sucked a large black cock. She even got sandwiched, one cock in her cunt, another up her ass, as she sucked a third one with her mouth.

The gang bang went on for hours, men came and went as they finished their turns with Holly's sex crazed body. I don't know how many men fucked her or how many times they fucked her, but she never got enough just kept cumming and cumming while begging for more hard dicks to fuck. I guess maybe at least fifteen truckers came and went, some of them fucked her more than once.

The orgy finally broke up after midnight, as the last man left I locked the door and passed out on the other bed. Before I blacked out I remember seeing Holly laying there covered in cum passed out in sheer exhaustion from the all the incredible fucking she had received while I has sat and watched.

When I woke up it was daylight, Holly was still sleeping, her body covered in dried cum. I ran a hot bath for her and tried to wake her. She was still groggy so I carried her in and laid her gently in the tub, letting her to soak in the warm soapy water. She looked so helpless sleeping there in the tub that I wondered if things had finally gotten out of control. Our sexual addiction was beginning to bother me. I knew now that my feelings for her were much deeper than my lust for sex with her. Though I had never really admitted it even to myself I was deeply in love with her!

I gently washed Holly as she soaked in the relaxing warm bath. She woke up and smiled at me as I cleaned her beautiful lush body. "Enjoying yourself, darling," she whispered as I ran the wash cloth over her tender pussy. "I want you to make love to me, Charlie."

"My god, Holly darling, I'd have thought you had enough sex after last night," I answered in surprise, kissing her softly on the lips.

"I don't want SEX, I want to make love, my darling. You and I have fucked lots of times, but have we really ever made love. I love you, Charlie. I'll always need lots of hot sex but your the only one I want to make love to," Holly said as she gently touched my face. "I do hope you know the difference."

"Oh! Darling, I very much know the difference and making love to you is what I want more than anything," I replied, kissing Holly's soft warm lips once again. I gently lifted her warm wet body out of the tub and carried my tender loving little wife to bed.

We made slow but passionate love for over an hour before cuddling together totally satisfied in a soft embrace. "We can't help what we are, Charlie, but sex addicts like us can still love each other, can't they," Holly questioned. "I guess I'll always need more sex than any one person can deliver, but I really love you and want you to love me back."

"Holly darling I'm deeply in love with you and as long as we know the difference between love and sex we'll be fine," I said softly to Holly as I held her in my arms and kissed her tenderly. Life with a nymphomaniac might be allot of things but I knew it would never be dull. A beautiful warm woman to love and wild sex machine all in one, how can one man be so lucky.

THE END



Satisfying Michelle



A big thank you to Nicole for editing my story. The story doesn't have much character development - it's mainly action. It's explicit and doesn't seek to be anything more than it is - a fantasy without much explanation. Constructive comments are welcome but disparaging remarks will be deleted.

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Gordon peered in carefully for a better view of her pussy. The wonderful scent of Michelle's sexual desire thundered into not only Gordon's nostrils, but his tiny penis as well. As was so often the case, he nearly spurted right then and there.

Steeling himself for more than he could normally handle, he affectionately explored the swollen and engorged flesh of Michelle's inner vaginal lips. Strangely he felt exhausted before he had even had started.

He could wonder at the glistening moisture beaded on her dilated lips, decorating her inviting budding clitoris. Once again she was so looking forward to receiving the passionate adventures she so carefully instigated with her inept husband. Why did she bother?

"Are you just going to stare at what you love so much, or are you going to feast on what I know you don't deserve?" asked Michelle, a note of incredible desperation for satisfaction in her voice. 

Gordon tried his best to impersonate a passionate wide grin, delighted at the sexual hunger he had garnished in her again tonight. Slowly he began teasingly. Licking and kissing his way up from below her knees right up along her inner thighs. She was gratified that at least tonight he was alternating left and right. 

As he finally reached the ultimate juncture of her parted thighs, he halted to soothingly blow on the sexually charged inner folds of her flesh. Michelle was so desperate for something to tenderly stimulate her burning need.

"Now, please! Please, Gordon! Do it." she yelped at him. 

"Yes darling, I always aim to please you," he softly replied.

Gordon used his lips and tongue to harshly lick her inner lips from the very bottom to the cliff top of her pulsating nub of erotic nerves. Rewarded for his efforts, her resultant gasp of sensual pleasure thrilled him. Michelle smiled and clenched her fists as Gordon began nibbling on her satisfied clit.

Michelle's passion engrossed her as she pulled his face happily against her moist craving flesh with both her taunt hands. That really pleased him even more than he had expected. Finally, he slowly guided his right hand towards its fleshy goal, and began to carefully play with her neglected but now stiff right nipple.

Absent-mindedly his other hand gently caressed the left side of the soft flesh along her lower back and inviting buttocks. Michelle was pleased with Gordon's efforts tonight which was unusual given his normal inattentiveness when it came to satisfying her.

As Gordon worked his thirsty tongue in and out of her delicious slit, while firmly suckling on her engorged clit for several minutes, he could feel her lovely body start to tense in anticipation, and her pussy instigated its quest to clench its hardness full of exploding cream. 

He mistook the knowing change of her desire, and initiated instead the insertion of his two moistened fingers into her inviting vagina, working those digits of travelling pleasure to the rhythm of his tongue slurping and his lips suckling her desperately passionate body. 

"Gordon,... Oh yes, Gordon, Please... I... I think, Yes I'm really gunna squirt..." she quickly panted, pressing her searching hands even more firmly against the back of his sweating head. 

Not wanting to interrupt his rhythm of his ministrations or stem her gushing release, he simply rubbed his nose against her in a manner to indicate he understood. Nothing now could stop him as he continued his driven nibbling, firm suckling, tense tongue-fucking and finger-fucking of her wonderfully worshipped and over active passionate pussy. 

Gordon always tried his best, like the good husband he was seen as by his friends. Then it was upon her, crashing into her knowing mind, her pussy began to spasm around his fingers, as the pleasure engrossed her. 

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god, yes, Gordon, don't stop, more, more, more," she begged him loudly, proclaiming the flooding orgasm that gushed out of her.

Gordon tried to continue to suck her and plunge his fingers into her until she was begging him to stop, but he was drowning in her flood of passion. She did want a little more, well actually a lot more, but Gordon's ineptness caused him to stop rather than her fading passion causing her to push him away. 

Typically Gordon came up smiling, his face coated with the evidence from her sensual feminine juices mixed in with his own startled saliva. It was as it ever was for Michelle, good but never fabulous, like a snack rather than a gorging of burning orgasmic finality.

As she came down from her normal high, Michelle smiled but lied, "You, my gorgeous Gordon, are indeed a cunning linguist." 

"And you, my mysterious Michelle, are one delectably horny and passionately responsive princess," he panted in exhaustion. 

In contrast, she secretly wondered if there was someone out there that had a skilled cock to really satisfy her wildfire of lustful passion for rolling orgasms. She let out a small sigh.

Michelle looked down to wonder at the smallness of Gordon's erect penis. Thankfully, feasting on Michelle's insatiable pussy had pleasingly heightened the intensity of his erection. She hoped it might create such pleasure but longed for something so much larger to fill her.

"Would you be happy with a hand job?" she ventured to inquiry of him.

Gordon inwardly groaned but asked, "I'd definitely need something more inspiring with the hardness I'm packing tonight."

Michelle lamented, and wondered whether life would ever offer her the opportunity to be filled by a cock that would split a girl like her in half!

Gordon queried, "Well, can a girl like you accommodate my throbbingly hard cock?"

Michelle secretly bemoaned her misfortune. Just about any size larger than her husband would be good and something huge on a handsome guy, well that, that would have to wait for her fantasy time later tonight.

Sometimes she just wanted to weep for more. Again tonight she wanted a huge cock that was willing to look after her well-being and take her to a gorgeous satisfied place. 

"Without seeming too presumptuous, my darling, I just can't do any more, but I'd love to help you spurt everywhere for me," Michelle explained. 

Gordon had learned a long time ago in his marriage that arguments of this kind where useless and so he smiled and begged, "oh baby, spank my cock until it spurts everywhere for you, it's all yours to use and abuse."

And so it was that Gordon spurts for his lovely wife. Later, as Michelle slept restlessly, the invasion began.

In her bed lay her weepingly horny body, and her pussy was crying out for more, so much more. And as he slid into her bed with her, she scarcely noticed the throbbing hard and enormous cock sliding over her body. Her feeble husband Gordon slept on pitifully, unaware of the passionately unfulfilled wife next to him.

If awake, Michelle would have been amazed to feel her crotch expressing its desire for moving against the ultimate pleasure cock that was about to ignite the wonderful satisfaction within her. 

In her restless sleep Michelle shifted again, so that she had her thighs opened wide and inviting as she lay in her bed. If she had been dreaming she would have been begging that that huge cock to be filling her, celebrating a crescendo of wonderful orgasmic bliss. 

He travelled across her belly and finally reached where his hard cock could dance exotically, as if to seductively fondle her lovely soft breasts. Michelle smiled in her sleep and her own hands travelled unknowingly down to surreptitiously rub her own clit in a glowing trace of rising excitement. 

Her sexual fervour rising steadily as her clit throbbed as her fingers played knowingly with herself. The hard cock has finished enjoying its exotic dance on her breasts and so it began to be aware of the movement below. Michelle was insistently crazed with desire for more orgasms now. The huge throbbing cock's flesh was amazingly charged with blissful electric passionate flesh. He knew where he wanted to be as he travelled down her gorgeous body, and found the entrance to Michelle's beggingly desperate pussy. 

He pushed gently and seductively inside the folds of her invitingly moist pussy, and flicked about like a sensationally soft tongue. Even as she was slowly awakening from her beautiful dream that was her sleep, Michelle was unable to contain the squeals of lustful obsession. 

As she slowly emerged from her restful bliss Michelle's motions became more frantically passionate, and her outbursts of unrestrained delight filled the night. Strangely her husband slept on, completely unaware of his wife's crazy excitement. Her cries of joy even travelled outside, through the open window which he had crawled through to be with her. 

Now, Michelle was having the heavenly sex she had always imaged might be possible for her. You know don't you, there was nothing to see here for you. Don't imagine this was anything like rape at all. What was happening in Michelle's bed would forever alter her and open a world of erotic paradise she would never want to return from.

Michelle wasn't quite sure what was happening to her in her bed. She knew Gordon was quietly asleep next to her. And yet, she felt something so alive and pleasurable inside her, moving forcefully against her. The sexual harmony it created inside her was amazingly blissful.

He can feel that she's close to her first orgasm with him, and as the ultimate pleasure for her, he is totally attuned to her ecstasy needs. For he lived only as though Michelle's delightful climax was going to be all his own. He is rubbing himself wonderfully all around her swollen and tender clit. 

To Michelle, the amazingly soft flesh feel just like he is licking her clit, covering the bud of heavenly pleasure with what Michelle can only image must be a very passionate mouth, with that silky softness wrapping like a tongue around her clit. 

So for the first time, her whole gorgeous body of orgasmic pleasure tenses, and her mind feels the waves of orgasmic delight crash over her as she cries out in sexual happiness and satisfaction. He is in harmony with her orgasm, as her lovely rhythmic contractions glide through her again and again.

Not satisfied with what is happening, he swells and pulsates wonderfully inside her. Those blooms of moisture inside her suddenly unfold into a flood of orgasmic squirts. It's almost as though he keeps sucking at her clit as she dreams of coming. 

"What are doing to me?" she asked to no-one in particular as her sleeping husband lay in bed with her.

Soon, the hard cock began to further swell inside her delicate welcoming pussy which was so deliciously throbbing with warm, pulsing sensations. Michelle felt somehow unnatural, but also marvelled at the exquisitely pleasurable fullness that was amazingly fulfilling inside her. 

"You are so lovely inside me ... please make me come ... oooooh yes," Michelle gasped as the softness caressed her deeply and wonderfully.

She bit her lip trying not to wake Gordon, but couldn't stop herself from writhing even more energetically. The warm pulse the cock was emitting had quickened, which was sending fabulous ripples of pleasurable sensations all along her tender and inviting stimulated vaginal walls. The brilliantly pleasurable pulsations then were spreading out across her whole body. 

Michelle was now totally under the spell of the amazingly silky soft throbbing cock, and then it changed again so unexpectedly. Now the pulsations started to feel like sharp jolts of joyful mini-orgasms as they pushed deeply into her swollen clit, eager g-spot, deep inside her anus, both her taunt and tender nipples, and then right across her back and across her stomach. 

Yes, she was feeling like it was a heavenly pleasurable night of delightfulness as those ripples swept through her welcoming body, triggering every pleasure-spot that Michelle could imagine she had.

Michelle could feel the heat of her welcoming flesh sweating in delight and her juices of lust were flowing almost into a puddle in her bed. Oh what joyful evidence of this wonderfully satisfying cock.

"I want to do this all night and every night," whispered Michelle to herself and her sleeping husband, as she was smiling and glowing in sweet lovely pre-orgasmic state. 

Michelle tried her best to hold back from her orgasm, she knew 'the more she fought it, the harder she'd cum.'

The throbbing cock inside her began a sensual dance inside her welcomingly tender pussy, growing, throbbing, and moving itself, as if by some unknown pleasure language that only sought to satisfy Michelle's every need.

Michelle's lustful breathing became a lovely series of short little blissful gasps, and then suddenly a series of erotic cries escaped from her lips as her body shuddered like it never had before. She tried one last time to delay that ultimate wave of gratification for herself, but it was simply like trying to control the energy of a tidal wave of sexual joy. 

Finally Michelle came, for the first time in her life every muscle in her body was locked up in perfect sensual satisfaction, even her beautiful facial muscles were contorted into a joyous and radiant exhibition of fulfilled pleasure. 

In the blissful throws of her wonderful ecstasy, Michelle vaguely recognized that nothing would ever be the same for her again. Sexual fulfilment had been dished up to her and her body's desire would always know the ultimate possibilities whenever it sought release. 

And then, suddenly the cock slid out of her, it was over for her for now, and Michelle lay totally exhausted and satisfied in her bed. Almost immediately she wanted more, and hoped it would not be too long before it returned again.

Michelle also began to wonder what had really happened to her. In some respects it was rather disheartening that it was over for now. She began to feel the pangs of desire for more. Despite her initial denial, she began to appreciate that her body would now operate against her will for controlled pleasure. The sexual satisfaction she now knew was possible for her body, was so totally gratifying that she understood that although she might seek to portray signs of resistance, the dancing silky smooth throbbing cock would naturally (and amusingly smoothly) always be welcome inside her. 

Michelle finally slipped back to restful sleep. Sharing her bed with Gordon, she had a regular set of movements and relaxation techniques to place her mind into a contented place for sleep. Just nearby the cock was building up his energy levels to once again deliver pleasure to the woman whose body needed him so much. 

Later that night. 

"Oh fuck...oh my god...not again... oh yes that's so great," Michelle panted in sudden lust.

The cock had slipped inside her and was now completely hard again. Michelle felt the wonderful pulsations of blissful pleasure coursing through her welcoming pussy again. 

It didn't take too long for Michelle pussy to begin dampening her sheets beneath her again. And this time Michelle felt the need to assist by using her hands which were already touching her succulent breasts. 

The cock inside her began to tremble in anticipation as it knew Michelle's legs were opening and closing as she unconsciously sought to give the wonderfully silky smooth cock unfettered access to herself. It was such a long thick phallus that it was able to put substantial pressure on Michelle's moistened labia and blissfully swollen clit. 

Soon Michelle had her legs splayed open and was relaxing herself to give the wonderful cock inside her all the room it needed to dance its erotically orgasmic gyrations. 

Oh my god, just do it, do it more, more and more, and never stop for me," begged Michelle as she finally welcomed her cock's rightful place inside her.

Finally as she relaxed her mind, her whole body was trembling and shaking from the continuous orgasms that were hers again and again, as he played a dance of wonderful pleasure inside her. The wonderfully throbbing cock loved her now gushingly wet vagina. It admired how her rosey pink pussy lips moved in and out as he pumped into her snug and safe vagina. This hard cock even liked the little wisps of blonde pubic hair that sprung delightfully across her mound. 

She could not help herself any more, she wanted more and so pushed back against the cocks dancing and seductive movements. It caused her to begin moaning and gasping again, and she was still nearly out of breath. To her surprise the cock began to grow even more, the more she pushed against him the more he grew. 

Michelle responded by moaning in heightened delight and cooing in blissful pleasure as he moved inside her. Her arms were now outstretched beside her as she tightly gripped the sheets. 

The cock's size was now well beyond anything Michelle had ever imagined might be inside her welcoming tender pussy. The pleasure from this pulsating huge cock was so overwhelmingly intense that her orgasmic convulsions and spasms continued on and on, as Michelle rode the wonderfulness of the after effects of her many orgasms by embracing more and more.

Finally she'd had enough and somehow the cock inside her seemed to realize this too. 

Michelle mumbled to herself, "Oh my god, I feel like a whore, but that was definitely the best I have ever had, and I just want more."

Michelle thought to herself, 'I want that again and soon. That was so beautifully amazing. But I have to be careful. I really can't let Gordon know just how great it was.'

Michelle rightly understood that if Gordon really knew that she was finally satisfied tonight, then he would throw her out of the house. For although her husband seemed a lovely tolerant man, his inescapable insecurities when it came to satisfying his wife, meant he would be furiously upset to know that a huge cock had provided his wife with her only wonderfully sexually satisfying experience.

And once again Michelle drifted off to sleep, hoping that she would be woken again to be pleasured by her own mystical cock that she needed so much.



Satisfying Milly's Frustrations



This story is entirely fictitious and fantasy.

*

As a student, Milly had been a party girl, her social life had been a whirl of parties and disco nights.

She was also a very sexual young woman, she had several boyfriends, and managed to sleep with most of them, and experienced their different preferences and fetishes. 

But that wasn't all, In the interests of experience, she regularly told herself, she also had a couple of affairs with other females, one with a student about her own age, but the one she savoured the most was with one of the women instructors. Milly took immense satisfaction and experience from a fairly lengthy sexual affair with Monica, and remembered her with great affection.

However, she generally favoured male partners the most, the feeling of a male cock inside her always outweighed the touch of a woman's tongue or fingers in her pussy.

Her fun life fizzled out when she married Peter, He was a studious type and convinced her he would make his fortune and she could help him, she put her old ways and friends behind her and settled down to wait for the money to roll in.

Sadly, her life of luxury didn't work out the way she had envisaged, Peter set up his business and worked very hard to get it off the ground, he worked from dawn till dusk and Milly did all she could to help, they had little social life to speak of, and when a couple of children came along, Milly found herself hog tied to the home and motherhood.

During the daytime, Milly could cope with the life she led, quite adequately, she loved her children and still loved her husband, but unfortunately, Peter had little time for his wife's needs, he didn't intend to ignore her, but he put his ailing business first. Any sexual contact between Milly and Peter, was restricted to Sunday mornings, and Milly gained nothing at all from such a coupling, but she supposed it did relieve a little of the tension for him.

Now, twelve years into her marriage, Milly was becoming increasingly frustrated, she had a growing gnawing feeling in her stomach that told her she had to have sexual satisfaction, she needed love and attention, with lots of hugs and kisses.

"How will I make that happen?" she asked herself, she was never out socially to meet other people, she was such a home bound person now, she hardly knew anyone.

One person she did know was her next door neighbour Avril. she was a bubbly person and always seemed to have a sparkle in her eye, one day over coffee, Milly told Avril all about her frustrations.

"I'm not surprised at what you have told me," said Avril sternly, "I have seen it in you for months now.

"What can I do Avril? I don't want to leave Peter, but I must have sex, I really want a proper relationship with someone.

"I'll tell you what to do," said Avril, "you should look at the many dating sites on the Internet, you will be amazed at how many people you will meet, and you won't have to leave your home, they will contact you by message once you join."

Milly stared at Avril as though she hadn't heard right. "Meet people on the Internet?" she queried.

"Yes," repeated Avril, "It is really good fun, you can view people at your leisure, but you don't have to meet anyone if you don't want to. but the right one may just be there, and Peter will never know."

Avril went on to explain to Milly how the dating sites work, she explained how Milly could search for whatever she wanted, Just a pen friend or a sex partner, but she could take her time doing it. Avril already knew of a couple of sites and she carefully explained to Milly how she should join and how to write her profile to attract the right type of person.

A week later, Milly was a member of a sex and dating site. Avril had helped Milly with the wording of her profile, although Milly thought it was a bit open and brazen to say she hoped to meet people for sex, Avril said it was best to say what she wanted from the outset.

Every day Milly rushed to her computer to check if any replies came through, and they certainly did, three or four every day, all from men, but to Milly's disappointment, all ineligible for various reasons. Too old, too young, living too far away, married etc, then on the fifth day, came a message from a couple, living only ten miles from her.

"Hi," the message read, "We are a couple in our early forties, I am Don, and my wife is Rita, we are looking for a woman to join us in a threesome and friendship. my wife is bi sexual, but we are not very experienced in this sort of thing. We read your profile and thought that you are just what we have been looking for. Please reply and let us know if you are interested in meeting us.

Well! Milly thought to herself, I have no intention of meeting up with a couple.

She showed the message to Avril, who viewed it differently. "Think about it," she said, "Meeting a couple may be safer than meeting a man on his own, and at worst it will be an experience for you to meet new people."

So Milly did think about it, And the more she thought, the more she liked the idea, also into her mind came memories of her exciting liaisons with her only two other female lovers all those years ago. So with a beating heart and trembling fingers Milly sent a message back to Don and Rita.

"Hi, thanks for your message, You have aroused my interest and I would consider meeting with you, maybe for a coffee, to investigate if we are compatible. I do not have unlimited free time, but if you can suggest somewhere suitable, I will look forward to meeting you." And signed it Milly.

It was three days before a reply came back from them, and Milly had already decided they had disappeared, but they replied in a very enthusiastic way and asked if the next Saturday, at lunchtime would be OK, and they named a meeting place that she knew quite well.

Saturday was a good day for Milly, she would arrange with her mother to have the children for the weekend and her husband would be at work until late, so she emailed them back, saying Saturday at one o'clock was very convenient and she looked forward to meeting them at the appointed place. 

Milly felt both excited and nervous at what she was doing, It had not been said in so many words, but they had mentioned a threesome, so Milly was certain that it was sex they wanted, and certainly, that was foremost in her mind. She didn't suppose anything would happen on Saturday though, they may not like each other, then they would just walk away, but inwardly, she hoped that something would come from it. 

Neither party had sent pictures, so for the next couple of days she built up her own images of them in her mind and waited to see how close she came.

Saturday at one, Milly walked nervously into the cafe area of a large supermarket, It was a warm summers day, and she wore a loose low cut top showing plenty of cleavage, a full skirt to just above her knees and underneath she wore a Bra, only just containing her ample breasts, and one of her favourite pairs of panties, On her feet were open toed sandals.

A few tables ahead, a stocky balding man stood up looking right at her, "Is this him?" she asked herself. 

The man held out his hand, "Milly?" he asked. 

"Yes," Milly confirmed with a smile, while taking his hand, "Its good to meet you," he beamed. Milly thought he had an enchanting smile, and grey laughing eyes, right away she thought she liked him. " I'm Don," he went on, " and this is my wife, Rita."

Rita remained seated as Don introduced her, but she too smiled in a most welcoming way. Rita had short fair hair, curly on the top but cut in a boyish way at the back, she had green eyes and full soft lips, which to Milly, looked inviting.

She too sported plenty of cleavage and from her high vantage point Milly could see the swell of Rita's large ivory, clear skinned breasts, before they were swallowed up by her supporting bra.

Rita was a very pretty, well built woman, not fat but big boned, In the instant that Milly met her, she took a likening to Rita and her pulse quickened. 

Don invited Milly to sit down and he poured her a cup of tea from the teapot already on the table, Milly sat between Don and Rita and soon she and he were chatting amicably, Rita did not say very much at first, but she was attentive and touched Milly's arm from time to time.

Don told Milly that he and his wife wanted to expand their experiences and choices, he told Milly that Rita now preferred the company of women, but he too needed sex with a woman, so between them they had decided to see if they could add another woman to their relationship that both he and his wife could enjoy. 

Don asked Milly about her life and she told them about her earlier sexual adventures, including her female relationships, which interested Rita, and recent frustrations which made her feel trapped and anxious to break out.

They had been together for about an hour and their conversations were frank and full, Milly felt comfortable with them and they clearly felt the same, because Don invited Milly to go back to their house with them. 

Milly had no hesitation in accepting, she was very anxious to see how far things would go with the two people she already thought of as her friends,

Milly told Don she had come into town on the train as it was always difficult to park, so it was convenient to ride with them in their car.

Don drove and Milly sat with Rita on the rear seats, almost as soon as they set off Rita placed her hand on Milly's knee, Milly turned her head to look at Rita and she was smiling broadly, once again Milly was tempted by Rita's full soft lips and in a sudden rush of lust, Milly leaned into her and kissed her. Rita kissed back and Milly pressed harder on her lips, Rita's tongue probed into Milly's mouth and Milly parted her lips to accept Rita's tongue, then Milly felt Rita's hand sliding up her leg under her skirt, it turned Milly on tremendously, and she intensified the passion in her kiss. 

Rita's hand reached the top of Milly's leg and she began stroking Milly's pussy over her panties, Milly opened her legs to allow Rita's fingers to slip under her knickers and into the wet throbbing slit of her pussy, Rita broke off their kiss and began amorously nibbling Milly's neck, Milly wanted her to go on fingering her sex and opened her legs even wider, Rita pushed two fingers into Milly's pulsating hole and moved them in and out, then she touched Milly's G spot and she let out a shriek, her body started to shudder and shiver, Milly wanted to cum and Rita was biting her ear and neck then pushing her lips hard against Milly's.

"Here we are then," called Don and Milly felt the car stop, Rita leaned back and her fingers left Milly's pussy, leaving her gasping for breath, Milly opened her eyes and Don turned to look at her, "It seems like you two won't take much warming up," he grinned and got out of the car. 

Somehow Milly, supported by Rita managed to stagger out, and followed him into the house. Milly's head was in a whirl, she had known these people less than two hours and already she was having sex with one them. 

Don guided Milly into the living room, a large spacious area, "Make yourself at home," he boomed, "would you like a glass of wine?" 

"Oh yes please," Milly responded, "that's just what I would like." 

Don left the room and Milly noticed that Rita had disappeared also. Thoughts raced through her brain, "what have I got myself into here?" she asked herself, the memory of Rita's erotic and exciting touch of a few minutes ago filled her mind and set her pulses racing, "that was just in the car," she told herself, "what will happen in this room when Don joins in?" 

"Here we are," said the jovial Don as he came back into the room carrying a bottle of white wine and three glasses, "this will settle us down," and he poured Milly a full glass.

Don sat opposite her, he was wearing a striped blue shirt and grey slacks, he stretched out in his armchair with his legs spread out before him, Milly could not help but look at his crotch area where she could clearly see the shape of his cock through his light coloured trousers, he is not wearing underpants she decided.

Although he was stocky he clearly took care of his body, Milly thought, because he appeared athletic, he was pleasing to her eye, and she asked herself, " would I like sex with this man?" then answered herself, "well, yes I probably would, I will have to see what happens, ---- and what his wife wants."

About fifteen minutes passed by, during which Milly finished her first glass of wine and Don poured her another, Their conversation did not focus on sex but on their lives in general and she found herself re-telling Don about her happy home life but miserable sex life. 

Don looked squarely at Milly, and said simply, "if you give yourself to us, Rita and I will put that right for you." 

At that moment, the door to the living room opened and Rita entered wearing a beautiful silk robe, which reached almost to her ankles, her husband stood to greet her and Milly looked at her appreciatively, she had applied make up to her face and lips and painted her toe nails, her feet were bare as were her arms. 

"You are lovely, Rita," Milly whispered quietly. 

"Thank you Milly, Rita smiled. 

"Would you like a glass of wine darling?" Don asked her. 

"No thank you," she replied, but Milly quite happily accepted her third. 

Don and Rita stood in the centre of the room, Milly facing them, Don looked at Rita and said to her, "Its time to show Milly the goods darling."

Without a word Rita parted her silken robe and let it fall to the floor, Dons wife stood in front of Milly completely naked..

Milly had earlier observed that Rita was a big woman, she was probably 5' 6" in her bare feet, but she was not fat, she was big boned with plenty of muscle, her shoulders and hips were wide, her thighs thick and solid, her breasts seemed small on her large frame but both were firm without sag, her nipples long and hard. Her vagina was not shaved, but the hair neatly trimmed, the lips of her pussy though, were smooth and open, with her well developed clitoris protruding some way out of her pussy lips. 

"What do you think of her?" Don asked proudly. 

"She is magnificent," Milly said truthfully, "very beautiful indeed." 

"She is all yours if you want her," he stated, then, to Rita he said, "turn round for Milly and bend over."

Rita locked eyes with Milly and a half smile played around her mouth, then she turned and as her husband stood beside her she bent over. Her firm buttocks and silky skin were not the first thing Milly noticed, her eyes were drawn to the slit of her sex, her plump thick pussy lips open and wet and just above in the cleft of her bottom was her exquisite bum hole, Milly's eyes switched from one hole to the other, but her pussy was the more appealing, Milly hunched forward in her chair as if to get a better look, and she felt her face colouring up with the thrill of what she was seeing.

Don stroked his wife's buttocks, then his fingers slipped into the cleft of her arse drifting down to sink into the soft wet flesh of her cunt, for some seconds he played just within the folds of her sex, then he pushed two fingers far up her hole and moved them rapidly in and out, Milly heard the wet squelches, Don withdrew his fingers and pushed them under Milly's nose, she was overcome by the aroma from Rita's pussy, Milly opened her mouth and Don pushed his fingers in for her to taste his wife's juices.

Don stripped off all of his clothes and Milly's suspicions were confirmed, both in the fact that he wore no underwear, and the impressive size of his erect cock, In seconds he turned Rita side on to Milly and gripping Rita's hips he drove his cock without hindrance far into her sex hole and commenced to fuck her violently. Her hanging tits bounced forward with every stroke, she had her hands on her knees for support and leaned back into her husband as he pounded his thick cock into her body, her head hung down and she took up an eerie wail, he did not let up his persistent action, he called her slut and bitch and other choice words, she got louder and louder, she squealed and screamed then yelled that she was cumming. 

Milly was enthralled by the scene in front of her, watching this man and woman enjoying such animated sex, she was also enormously turned on, she rubbed her hard nipples and her other hand played between her legs, rubbing the very wet lips of her own pussy and clit.

Rita's body began to shake and tremble, she tried to stand up but Don pushed her back down and thumped his cock even harder into her dripping cunt, tugging her into his body by pulling on her hips. AAAAAAAAA, she yelled, and howled that she was cumming, Milly could see spray showering from her pussy as her hubby fucked her, but all at once he stopped, pulled his prick out of his wife's sex hole and turned to Milly.

Milly was both fearful and excited as Don pushed her down onto the couch, and with his knees either side of her body, and his arse sitting on her tits, he aimed his cum soaked cock at her mouth. 

Milly was repulsed at first, but he persisted and pushed his cock hard against her mouth until she was forced to open it, she opened her mouth as far as she could which was just enough to take his big knob, he drove it to the back of her throat and began fucking her mouth just as he had fucked his wife's cunt, his cock was coated with Rita's cum, Milly could taste her juices, but all at once the taste of her, was replaced by the taste of him. 

His action resorted to short jabs into her mouth, then he froze and in an instant his balls convulsed and his sperm drenched Milly's throat, spurt after spurt hit her tonsils pushing her cheeks out, It was hard for her to swallow with his cock still in her mouth, she tried gulping but it did not help, she tried to push him off but he would not go despite her gurgles, his cock was softening but his belly was almost resting on her face and his balls on her chin so intent were his efforts to keep his shaft in her mouth.

Suddenly, his body, followed by his penis were wrenched out of Milly's mouth and off her body, she heard the thump as he hit the floor with a yelp, her mouth was full of his cum, some smeared her cheeks and chin. 

Milly gulped and gasped in her efforts to dispose of it, Next thing another body covered hers and Rita's tongue began licking her hubbies cum from Milly's face, then Rita pressed her lips to Milly's and they kissed ravenously, Milly wrapped her arms around Rita's naked back.

Rita lifted her face from Milly's and smiled, Milly looked appreciatively back at her, then she pulled off Milly's top and reached round behind to unclasp her bra, pulling it from her breasts in the process, moving down her body Rita unzipped Milly's skirt and that followed the bra and top onto the floor. Finally Rita yanked Milly's panties off her legs.

"Oh My, what a beautiful woman you are Milly," she cooed while gazing at Milly's smooth clear skin, perfect breasts and almost hairless pussy, Milly was glad she had gone for her pussy waxing earlier in the week. It excited her to realise that this was the first time she had been naked with another person, other than her husband Peter, in over twelve years. 

Rita ran her fingers lightly over Milly's pussy lips and up and down her slit. 

"OH YEA ," growled Don, he was on his knees by the side of the couch, "we will love using that super pussy, won't we Rita," he stated, leaning forward and kissing Milly's stomach. 

Rita pushed him away, "whatever you get will be whatever I leave," she said fiercely. 

"OK, OK," he muttered and sank back away from the couch.

"Milly and I are going to bed," she announced to her husband, helping their guest to her feet, "you can join us later," she added, and all Dan could do was watch two well developed posteriors climbing the stairs.




Satisfying Milly's Frustrations



"I must go to the bathroom first," Milly told Rita, "I am bursting for a wee." 

"Oh Good," Rita squeaked, "I will come with you." 

Milly hesitated, then went on into the bathroom. 

Rita clutched Milly's arm, "I want you to pee over me," she said. 

Milly looked hard at her, wide eyed, "Your joking!" she exclaimed, "No way." 

"Yes, yes, please Milly," she begged, " I love it and you will too." Rita went to the shower cubicle and opened the door, "Look," she said, "I'll sit on the floor and you can stand over me and do it."

Milly began to feel spasms of desire as she listened to Rita's pleas.

" OK, I'll do it," she agreed. 

Rita squealed with delight and taking Milly by the hand, Rita pulled her into the shower, she then sat on the floor, stretched out her legs and placing her hands behind her, leaned back on them so that she was half lying and half sitting, Milly stood astride Rita's naked body with her pussy slit directly over Rita's head. 

"I want you to piss over my face , tits, and belly, she urged.

"Your face!" Milly exclaimed. 

"Yes, yes, that is very important," Rita cried.

Milly felt strange and self conscious as both women positioned themselves.

" Are you ready?" Milly asked. 

"Yes start now," Rita said, her eyes wide open, staring up at Milly's pussy.

"Here it comes," Milly warned, and her wee began gushing through her pussy lips.

The flow splashed onto Rita's tits first, then Milly thrust her hips forward so that her stream caught Rita's face running into her half open mouth. Rita tipped her head backwards to catch it directly, "Mmmmmm," Milly heard her gurgle, her eyes still open she shook her head from side to side, catching all of Milly's urine full in the face and in her hair. Pushing her bum backwards Milly directed the stream away from Rita's face and hit her belly, watching it run down between her legs and over her pussy, then back up over her tits and finally her face again.

It was having an amazing effect on Rita, her body writhed and twisted as she lifted it up towards the stream of piss, she was gulping air and as much of Milly's wee as she could in her mouth, Then she moved one of her hands between her legs and began furiously frigging herself off on her clit, and as the flow ceased, Rita had a tremendous orgasm, shouting and crying and twisting her body all over the shower floor, she then pulled Milly down to join her where she licked the remaining drops of urine from Milly's pussy lips.

Holding Milly tightly in her arms, Rita whispered, "Oh darling that was wonderful." 

"Milly too felt her thrills and did not hesitate when Rita's lips sought hers and they kissed ravenously. 

In the bedroom, Rita hugged Milly's naked body to hers, 

"Its you and me now," she whispered in Milly's ear. 

Rita was the taller of the two women, and Milly could feel her hard nipples pushing into the top of her chest, but from Milly's lower position it was easy for her hands to reach Rita's ass and to stroke the smooth skin of her blemish free bottom, Milly's fingers entered the crack of her bum and followed its curve downwards until she touched the swollen lips of Rita's cunt. Immediately excitement welled up inside Milly and she pushed two fingers into Rita's still very wet hole. 

"Oh yes, yes, that feels Soooooo good, lets get into bed."

Rita then took control, she lay Milly on her back and lay on top, but taking most of her weight on her knees and elbows, her breasts were mashed into Milly's, and Rita's soft lips found hers in as passionate a kiss as Milly had ever experienced, Rita's tongue snaked into Milly's mouth and their tongues duelled together, sucking on each others saliva. 

Rita moved one leg between Milly's, forcing her legs apart, her thick thigh moved up and down on Milly's pussy lips, and she felt the wetness from Rita's sex on her legs

Lifting up, Rita suddenly twisted round 90 degrees, she squatted over Milly's head and Milly found herself looking up at Rita's raw female sex, pink and sopping wet, hovering inches from her face.

Milly reached up and grabbed Rita's hips, she pulled the other woman's pussy down to meet her hungry mouth, Milly sucked on Rita's sex, drawing her inner lips and flesh into her mouth, Milly drew her knees up and Rita pushed Milly's legs apart and connected her mouth to Milly's pussy lips, Milly was extremely wet, the pure eroticism of what she was doing with these people, who had been strangers only hours before, had kept her body fluids flowing like a stream. Rita slurped and sucked on Milly's cunt, and Milly chewed the muscles and membranes of hers. 

Both women were high on emotion and lust, Milly's body jerked and spasmed, and wrenching her mouth from Rita pussy, Milly gasped breathlessly and cried out in a frenzy of joy, Her body trembled and tingled and she was on the verge of an almighty orgasm. 

Rita suddenly stopped, and jumped off the bed, Milly opened her eyes in alarm, to see Rita rummaging in a dressing table draw, to emerge triumphantly with an enormous dildo which she proceeded to strap around her hips.

"I'm going to fuck you Milly, man style, so open your legs and prepare yourself for the shagging of your life," then she laughed a chilling laugh, her eyes were wild and she seemed to be oblivious of where she was, but there was no mistaking her intentions as she approached Milly on the bed with her long thick strap on attached to her hips hiding her femininity. From Milly's viewpoint Rita did not resemble a woman, but a big bruising man who had her body at his mercy.

"No No," protested Milly, "that's not what I want, It must be a real mans cock inside me." 

It felt like a slap in the face to Rita, she stopped short and gaped at Milly, cowering on the bed.

"What did you say?" she asked, wanting confirmation.

"I want a man," repeated Milly, her back now against the headboard, I agreed to join you and Don, and I loved what you have done for me, but I want Don now, maybe you can do to me what you want to do later, or some other time, but now I want to find out what Don can do."

Rita did not attempt to hide her annoyance, she tore the strap-on from her hips and bellowed down the stairs, "DON, come here, you are wanted."

The still stark naked Don, came panting into the bedroom, his eyebrows raised and a grin on his face, "Is it me, is it me?" he gasped.

"She wants you to fuck her," his wife's disgust and disappointment evident.

"Have you fucked her," Don queried, obviously familiar with his wife's game plan.

"No," said Rita gloomily, "she says she wants a real mans cock, I think she means you," Rita finished sarcastically.

"Oh Wow," whooped Don joyously, "and I want you Milly."

Don knelt between Milly's legs which she spread automatically, his cock rock hard and throbbing, his precum dribbled from his pee hole, the veins along its length stood out like ribs and Milly licked the dryness from her lips in anticipation of Don's huge cock entering her hole. Don grabbed Milly's legs by the calves lifting them high and wide, then thrust his cock into her wet and waiting pussy, In one single thrust he entered roughly and deeply into Milly's sex. 

Milly screamed with delight as the Don's throbbing cock stretched her cunt walls, which produced its own lubricant, to ease his cocks passage into her body. She shrieked with lust and passion as Don fucked her with long, deep thrusts, his buttocks flexing and unflexing as he pounded in.

Milly's body jerked back and forth, out of her control, and she cried out in a frenzy of joy, her fingers scrabbled to clutch his arms, or back, or anything she could hold on to.

Don drove into her sopping pussy with long deliberate strokes and her body throbbed and heaved in unison, her cunt muscles grasped his cock in passion and more of her juices flowed, signalling the build up to a mighty orgasm

Milly's head lolled from side to side, and to add to her pleasure, Don squeezed her tits hard, tugging at the nipples, His cock felt wonderful mashing her enlarged clit as it passed to and fro across it and probed the deepest recesses of her womanly sex. In her ecstasy Milly grabbed his bum cheeks and clasping all of her fingers in the cleft of his arse she forced a finger into his arsehole.

It was Don's turn to shriek out in surprise and passion, he responded by pounding his solid cock roughly and aggressively into Milly's hot womanly cunt, shredding her nerves, rendering them unable to cope with the strains put on them, she thrust her hips up at Don and exploded in a mind shattering climax that shook her body from her toes to her eyes, every sinew and muscle of her entire body shook, shivered, and trembled, as her juices gushed and spurted out of the sides of her pussy drenching Don's legs and belly.

Milly didn't even feel Don's ejaculation, his thrusts never missed a beat, as first his body stiffened, then relaxed as he thundered his cum, deep and true into Milly's sex, he groaned and shuddered and his cock began to lose its grip, Don's eyes closed and he fell out of Milly's body to lay spent and useless on his back.

Milly too was tired, struggling to recover, then she felt a hand stroking her forehead and hair, she opened her eyes to see Rita smiling at her.

"Was that good, Milly?" she asked.

"Oh Rita, it was wonderful," Milly cried, "Don made love to me just as I have been fantasising for weeks. I had almost forgotten what it was like to have a passionate man fuck me."

"I hope we have done enough to persuade you to come to us for more," she said.

Before Milly had a chance to say more, Don intervened.

"Hey whoa, we aren't finished yet, I'm just getting started."

"But its our first time together," Milly protested, "we should slow down a bit and maybe we can meet again and advance things."

"Once I am started on sex, I don't give up until I am satisfied," warned Don, "And I am not satisfied I have had all I want from you yet."

"Alright," said Milly, determined not to give in first, "What else do you want?"

"I think I would like to find out how much your arsehole can take!"

Don told his wife to lie on her back with her legs open, then for Milly to kneel between Rita's legs with her mouth on Rita's cunt and her bum in the air, Don knelt behind her and roughly plunged two fingers into her dripping hole, then pulled them out and wiped the lubricant over and in, her bum hole, Milly had experienced anal sex before on a number of occasions so she was not worried by it, she had in fact always enjoyed it, but she did have a concern about Don's thick cock entering her tightest hole.

Rita settled down in the bed, her knees bent and wide apart, "Come on dear," she cooed, "come and lick my little pussy." 

"Little" is a bit of an exaggeration when describing your pussy," Milly thought bitchily, but nevertheless she closed her mouth over Rita's genitals and her delicious juices immediately assaulted Milly's taste buds.

Spread your cheeks for me, instructed Don, and reaching back, Milly held the cheeks of her bum apart, she waited to feel his cock pushing on her arsehole but instead she felt his hot breath on her thighs, followed by his tongue licking along her crack. His fingers played with her pussy lips and clit, but his tongue rimmed her bum hole and pushed inside. 

The sensations made her weak with lust, he pulled on Milly's hips to firmly hold her, and licked her bum hole harder, she lifted her head from Rita's sex and tried to look at Don, then she felt a new force at her rear and Don stroked the head of his cock along her bum crack. Milly spread her cheeks wider and felt the first pangs of pressure on the opening of her arsehole as his cock forced its way in.

Milly could hear Don gasping with the effort of squeezing his big cock into her tight hole, past experience told her to to relax her arse muscles to make it easier for both her and Don, and it worked, once past the entrance she felt his cock sliding all the way up her rear passage

"SLOW, do it slow," she called to him as his length slid steadily inwards, It hurt like mad and she clamped his cock with her bum muscles to slow him down. 

"Don't stop me now," he grunted, and pushed harder, making Milly scream loudly, Rita stroked and soothed Milly's head and back, but all thoughts of sucking on Rita's sex was gone for the time being.

Don's balls slapped against Milly's arse cheeks but the pain to her backside was becoming less. he began moving in and out relentlessly, she heard his grunts and groans, as his foreskin stretched and pulled, Milly pushed her rump back to meet his thrusts, sweat poured from both of them, but Milly realised she was loving the feel of him grinding into her, she felt his lust, his excitement affected her and she reached for her clit realising how wet her pussy was

"Fuck me Don, Fuck me hard, don't stop, fuck my arse. Milly cried out passionately, his hands moved over her hips, then under her tits, pulling and pinching her nipples, his cock still pounded in and out of her arsehole, all pain had been replaced by sensations and pleasures.

His hand covered Milly's thighs and displaced hers on her cunt, he played with her clit, he pleasured both her holes. "Where do you want my cum," he gasped. 

"In there, in there," she squealed back, ready to explode herself, Don emitted guttural sounds and he came hard, Milly lifted her head and could feel his cock spurting his hot sperm into her anal passage, her bum muscles clamped round his cock and spasm after spasm of her own orgasm wracked her body, thrilling her from head to toe, but centred so startlingly on her sex holes,

Milly sighed when he slid his cock out of her anus, her flesh felt tender and she experienced a dull ache where his cock had been, he rolled onto the bed beside Milly gasping for breath, and she fell between Rita's legs where she still lay, juices of all kinds dribbled from her pussy and anus, wetting her thighs and the sheets of the bed, Rita hugged both Milly and her husband and murmured her admiration of the wonderful performance she had witnessed.

"I was so excited," Rita exclaimed, "it made me very wet too," and she kissed her new friend.

After resting and regaining her strength, Milly sat up and looking at the clock, she told them she had to go home. 

"I was hoping you would stay the night," said Rita. 

"Oh I cannot, I could never explain staying out all night," Milly said, "I have to go back and I have plenty of time to catch the last train if one of you will run me to the station."

"Of course," said Rita, "I will take you." 

So after quickly dressing and thanking Don for his wonderful hospitality, with a kiss and a promise to return another time, Milly and Rita set off.

After watching Rita dress, Milly knew that she wore no underwear under her skirt and top so once they were in the car on the way, Milly was not surprised when Rita's short skirt began to ride up, exposing her bare thighs. Milly could not resist placing her hand on Rita's leg and stroking the inside of her thigh, gradually moving her hand upward and under Rita's skirt.

"OH Milly, you naughty girl!" Rita exclaimed. 

"You know you like it," Milly giggled, just as her fingers found their way to the slit of Rita's cunt. 

Rita tried to open her legs but was restricted by both the width of her skirt and the fact that she was driving at forty miles an hour. "I know a place," she gasped and turned off down a side street, bringing the car to a halt in a very remote and dark lay by, she then hitched her skirt up round her waist and laughingly said, "Milly you are insatiable, but I am all yours," adding "Again" 

the two women fell into each others arms and kissed hungrily, Milly whispered to her, "I can't be long I must catch that train," then she was stopped short by Rita's mouth, Milly's hand squeezed Rita's breast, her nipples growing all the time, Milly moved down between Rita's legs, "Your soaking wet," she laughed, 

"I've been wet ever since I first laid eyes on you," Rita chortled, her legs by now wide apart, Milly's fingers parted Rita's pussy lips and played with her clitoris. "Oh Milly," she breathed, "that feels so good, I must see you again, and you did promise that I could fuck you with my strap-on." 

"I would like that too," Milly said, "but I want your husband as well, he fucked me so beautifully tonight." 

"He wouldn't let me leave him out, but I don't mind you having sex with him, as long as you have it with me also, I never have sex with men, apart from Don, I much prefer a woman."

Then they were kissing again and Rita was coming nearer and nearer to her orgasm, she leaned back on the car seat, gasping and sighing, "Ohohohohoh," she murmured, 

Milly increased her clit stroking, and withing seconds Rita's body erupted in a monstrous climax, she jumped and she rolled, she gurgled and she groaned, and she clung on to Milly like she never wanted to let her go. Milly pulled two fingers from Rita's sopping hole, then holding them in front of her face like a trophy, she put them into her mouth and sucked off Rita's delicious juices, with a satisfied sigh.

"Ah Milly," she cried, "you have done so much for me today, I am so glad we met you, Don will be very anxious to include you in a regular threesome with us."

"I loved what Don did and he is an excellent lover, you both have brought new life to me and I want to see you both again, but remember, I am married and this has to be kept secret from my husband. If we do that we can become long term friends and lovers." 

"That's fine by me," Rita smiled, "now I had better get you to the station for your train, by the way, jot down your phone number, I want to call you tomorrow," then she laughed, "I don't want to wake up in the morning and find that I dreamt all this." And her car sped off towards the railway station.