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The Experience

By: Brad Phillips



I am your average 30ish married, fairly good looking, well put together kind of guy. I have this one friend of mine that I spend a lot of time with. Her name is Leana, a well proportioned, athletic bisexual blonde. She is about 5'4" nice little ass, well formed firm round tits. We normally get together at her house and just sit in front of her computer looking at porn sites on the web. We just like seeing the reaction to different sites on each others faces. Other times when we actually do go out for coffee, we just end up people watching, wondering what they would be like in bed. Sometimes when we see a girl we both like, she teases me with the thought of one day having a threesome.

This one Saturday about three weeks ago, she phoned me and invited me over for coffee. When I arrived at her place I found the door open with a note on it. The note was for me, telling me just to come in and make myself at home because she was in the shower. I helped myself to a coffee and made my way down the hall towards the computer room. I was stopped in the doorway by the sound of two voices coming from the bathroom, just over the noise of the shower. It was two female voices that I heard, mainly low pleasure moans.

I turned back in the direction of the bathroom, only to notice that the door was wide open. In the mirror's reflection I can see two female forms through the clear plastic shower curtain. Two bodies pressed against each other, hands caressing each others tits, tongues darting in and out of each others mouths. I can't help but enter the bathroom to get a better look, I lean against the vanity to get the best vantage point. I see through the shower curtain, a head turn in my direction. The face is obviously smiling. A hand goes up and pulls back the shower curtain, standing there is Leana and her friend Petra.

I had never met Petra, but I knew it was her from the description I was given months before. There in front of me were two totally naked, wet, and exciting women. I could feel my jeans getting increasingly tighter, they could see it also. They both got out of the shower and immediately made their way to me. they started kissing me, pressing their wet bodies into me. kissing two women at the same time is something I had never experienced before, having two tongues probing your mouth at the same time is definitely a different feeling. I could feel them starting to pull at my clothes. Leana's hand made it's way down inside my jeans and grasped my now swollen length.

Petra was helping me pull my shirt over my head. They both then started making their way down my body with their mouths. Hot breath on my chest and across my nipples along with a few nibbles and bites. Now making their way further down my body, I can feel my jeans being pulled down off my thighs and finally off completely. Two hot mouths start working my cock, one taking in the entire length the other sucking on my ball sack. In seconds their are kissing each other with the head of my cock in their mouths. two tongues running circles over my throbbing length. Leana decides to move this party off into the bedroom, so both girls stand up and begin leading me down the hallway to the bedroom.

This gave me the opportunity to check out Petra. She was a tall brunette, 5'10" long legs, gorgeous ass and the largest and firmest tits I have seen on a woman. Once inside the bedroom, they push me backwards down onto the bed. Petra lays down beside me with Leana on top of her in the 69 position. Watching these two, tongues probing each others wet muff, I didn't think I could get any harder. Then Leana reached out with her free hand and grabbed my cock and started pumping it hard. After a few minutes, Leana was ready to have something bigger than a tongue inside of her. She climbed off of Petra, turned around and mounted me. Taking my entire length inside of her, she started riding me. Petra got up off the bed and went over to the dresser where she picked up an 8 " strap on.

After fastening the harness firmly in place she came back to the bed and positioned herself behind Leana. Petra pushed her forward down onto me, chest to chest. As her mouth found mine, Petra slid this plastic monster into Leana's ass, slowly at first, then gradually thrusting more and more, harder and harder, forcing her down onto me. With both holes full of hard cock, it was not long before she was experiencing so much pleasure she was almost convulsing, trying to take every inch of the both of us. Her body shuddered, she let out a loud but low moan, I felt her cum draining down over my balls and pooling under my ass. When Petra pulled out of her, she dismounted me and almost collapsed on the bed beside me.

I rolled on my side and started caressing her tits, running my tongue over her nipples squeezing handfuls of her breasts, biting at them, she loves this. Petra now has her device off again and now wants a turn with my cock inside of her. She straddles me and lowers herself down onto me. riding me slowly, my hands on her hips pulling her down to take every inch. I move my hands up her body to her more than ample chest, kneading her tits and squeezing her nipples, she wants more. Leana is now almost ready for round two, she sits up on the bed and moves onto her knees in front of Petra. She latches onto Petra's tits with her hands squeezing into them, then lowers her face and buries it in them. Tonguing her nipples, biting at them, she loves these tits.

I manage to get Leana to straddle my mouth so I can taste her sweet moistness, as small as it is she loves the tongue. Petra is pumping me hard, I know I am not far from losing it. She wants me to fuck her from behind, so she dismounts me, Leana does the same. Petra is on all fours in front of me, what an ass, I sink my fingers into the cheeks of her buttocks and pull myself deep inside her soaking wet pussy, she wants it hard. Leana is now behind me, she is kissing my back and moving down. I soon feel her tongue making little circles around my ass. this turns me on even more. She starts running a finger around it and every once in a while pokes it in. She then started making her way up my back again until her mouth was by my left ear. Leana whispers that she has a surprise for me, the next thing I know she pushes me forward onto Petra and she is fucking me with this strap-on. this drove me so deep into Petra that I thought my cock was going to punch through her spine.

Driving this deep into her set her off cumming which made me blow a load like no other. I didn't think I was ever going to quit cumming. within seconds Petra and I collapsed on the bed. Now I am not gay, I have never wanted and still don't want a man's cock in my ass. but that was quite an experience. After recovering and cleaning up, both girls kissed me, Petra said she would like to do it again some time and Leana? Well, she just whispered in my ear, "See, I told you I could fuck you better than any other woman."

The Experience



None of the immediate family is likely to forget our last holiday. My husband Gerald had suggested that we take a Gites, a cottage in France for a two week holiday. These French cottages usually sleep 6 to 8 people, are in rural districts and are fairly inexpensive.

We spoke to the family and in the end we were joined by our unmarried son Peter who is in his final year before university, our married son Ian and his wife Fiona and my mother Mathilda (Matty).

This decision was to change all our lives but whether for the better depends on ones point of view.

We were all enjoying a wonderful holiday good food, fine but inexpensive wine, interesting places to visit, what more could we ask for.

On the second Saturday my husband and I went to bed about 11.00 pm. My mother had already gone. I told Peter he should be making a move and this just left Ian and Fiona in the lounge.

Gerald was feeling rather horny and I was in a good mood and after a little foreplay we made love. Unfortunately, as usual, Gerald finished before I was ready!

Having drunk a substantial amount of wine, I don't think I was unduly bothered and just fell asleep. I was awakened by the bedroom light being switched on. There was a figure dressed in a black track suit and wearing a black ski mask standing by my husband with a gun to my husbands head.

The person spoke and I immediately realised the figure was female. We were ordered to keep quiet and told to leave the bedroom. Both Gerald and I were naked and when I went to pick up my nightdress I had a filmy negligee flung at me which hid very little and Gerald had a pair of briefs.

At the point of a gun we were pushed into the lounge. The rest of the family was already there, all looking very embarrassed because of their dress, or lack of it. Peter was the better covered having on a proped pair of shorts and Ian too was wearing undershorts but Fiona was wearing only the top half of an extremely transparent nightdress and mother was wearing a peach coloured nightie, full length but which again hid nothing.

There was another person in the lounge also dressed in black and carrying a gun.

This was a man and from their accents they were both English. The man wanted to know where we kept our valuables. he did not seem to realise that we were staying in a holiday home. Taking us one at a time to our rooms they soon realised that we had very little money, we had travellers cheques and of course credit cards.

However more changes were taking place and they were not exactly subtle.

As I had said earlier, my husband and I had made love and I had not had the opportunity to go to the bathroom and the girl suddenly noticed the semen running down my leg.

She started to laugh and pointed it out to her companion. "Oh" he said" Who fucked you tonight, your husband or one of these others?"

The suggestion angered me and I retorted." You despicable person, how dare you infer that I had sex with someone other than my husband. In any case these are my sons."

Whether my flare up was a mistake or not or whether they would have done something to us in any case, I don't know. 

He strode across the room and I thought he was going to hit me but instead he ripped my negligee off. He pushed me onto a couch and putting his gun to my head told me to spread my legs. "He then turned to Ian and Peter and in the most obscene language told them to look at my vagina and the evidence that I had had intercourse.

He then made the others, including my mother strip off. The girl crossed the room and whispered something in his ear and to the utter shame and degradation of us all he told me to suck Ians cock, My mother to suck Peter and Fiona to suck my husband. My mother tried to refuse but he told her that if she didnt take his cock in her mouth he would put a bullet in his head so of course she did as I did Ian and Fiona did Gerald. In spite of the situation it proved to be exciting and stimulating and when he made us change over and have the men lick us it was getting too much. I wondered and to my shame, I hoped,that they would be told to fuck us and they were. Even in the privacy of the bedroom I never used vulgar words although I did to myself when I masturbated usually after sex with Gerald but that night cunt, fuck, dick, cock and prick were the words I was using.

I lay on my back and I felt no shame as Ian slid his cock into me. I had been fucked once that night but not to my satisfaction and although ian's cock was no bigger than his fathers he fucked me with much fervour. I glanced up at the couch and Fiona was actually sitting on Geralds cock fucking him. She was facing him and I could see her riding her cunt up and down on his prick.

I looked across at my mother expecting to see her cringing in shame but obviously this new experience had been too much for Peter, he had already cum but to my utter amazement the girl had removed her track suit and was being tongued by my mother. I glanced up to see her partner had also been aroused by the lascivious sight and he pushed his track suit bottoms down and offered me one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. I licked and sucked on it avidly.

Ian finished and I still hadn't cum and when the stranger made to fuck me I offered myself to him like an whore.

By now Gerald had started to fuck mother, and Fiona and the girl were obviously enjoying a 69 whilst my two sons sat on chairs playing with themselves.

It was then that Ian picked up one of the guns and it proved to be a toy only, The two shamefacedly took off their ski masks, they were not teenagers but in their late 20's and apparently husband and wife who had run out of funds and stupidly decided to rob a French family and found us.

After a morning conference, rightly or wrongly we decided not to report then to the police, after all they had certainly released our inhibitions and Jenny and Alan were invited to stay on which led to more sexual adventures. What a holiday it was too.



The Experience



Part 1 - Wakeup call

The blonde in the chair frantically blinking at me is the client. We'll call her Wife or Wifey. She's blinking because, like most clients on their first experience, she's panicking early. The blink is her safe "word".

It may be something to do with the tight latex outfit I'm wearing, the one that makes my tits look enormous. Or perhaps its the large strapon protruding from my crotch.

She'd probably be yelling "Dart!" if it weren't for the ball-gag crushed between her heavily lipsticked lips and tied behind her head. Her brown eyes are wide open, pleading with me, the mascara beginning to run. Beads of sweat are appearing around the hairline of her expensive looking bob cut and dye job. Her perfume, like everything else about her, is expensive and to be honest, its kinda beginning to piss me off. 

You're wondering why I don't release her, isn't that against the rules? Well, it kinda is, but a few years of experience has taught me that this happens more often than not. And the first few times I caved in and released the client early, I either got stiffed on payment or had to reset the whole scenario so they could have a do-over..and this time they promised they wouldn't freak out. Don't worry, if things really go south, I'll let her go as promised.

A little more information. She's currently tied to a straight back chair. Hands behind her back secured with her silk scarf, legs splayed open, tied with rope around the ankle to the chair legs. Her very conservative designer cream colored blouse is hanging open revealing a very unexpected and very sexy black corset. A discrete string of pearls hangs down almost to her cleavage. Her tight black knee length skirt is split up and the side and hiked up around her waist. Looking up from her highheels, black thigh highs give way to a brief glimpse of tanned athletic thighs before more black lingerie covers her neatly trimmed pussy. 

I know its neatly trimmed because I got a damn good look at it during the set up meeting for this experience.

For such a well-to-do lady, she certainly knew how to cuss up a storm as I fingered and tongue-lashed her cunt in the bathroom of a very nice hotel. Not the one we're in now, but equally nice. I like to get to know my clients a little before the job.

A moan behind me causes her to cease blinking and shift her gaze behind my shoulder.

Her husband is coming round. I'm not concerned, he's going to be groggy for a while. And besides, he's strapped face down over the back of an armchair. He's naked, apart from a full face mask that covers his head, and a gag, identical to is wifes ensuring he doesnt make too much noise. Especially later.

Strangely, his pert little buttocks are flexing rhythmically, I trace a latex clad finger over them, giggle softly and look back at the wife. She's confused but as my finger slides down the crack of his ass and twists the exposed end of the buttplug I inserted earlier, a very decadent and knowing look flashes in her eyes. 

The blinking stops and I would swear a little wet spot of anticipation just flowered in the crotch of those lovely lacey panties.

Part 2 - The setup

We met online, which is where I do all my business these days. The Vegas brothel I learned my trade in is a distant memory. I'm very particular about my clients nowadays.

The DeWitts for example are a very nice couple, well on the outside at least. Both are quite attractive, fit and healthy. Makes a change from my days with overweight balding men with B.O. and halitosis.

As with most of these couples,they hit mid thirties, their sex life had declined and they wanted to spice it up a little. The husband had wanted the usual three way or a shot at her asshole, not very inventive but at least had some basic ideas. Wifey though, had a much, much darker set of ideas in mind and she set about finding a way to fulfill them. In part it was because, one drunken night, she'd reluctantly allowed her husband to penetrate her virgin ass. And she really hadn't liked it. But despite her pleas to stop, he had carried on fucking her, hard, until he shot his load in her tight little ass. Then, having watched a few too many pornos, he expected a little ass to mouth action to finish things off. And he didn't take no for answer there either.

Afterwards he apologized, the wife accepted and admitted that maybe she had liked it all just a little bit. But that darker side of her, well she wanted a little payback, and thats how she found me.

We met through an online service. A few introductory emails, an intimate IM session and then a very memorable phone call where she laid out for me exactly what she wanted. I could hear the drone of a vibrator as she breathlessly finished describing her fantasy. I have to admit, after arranging the meet and hanging up, I spent a good hour thinking about her ideas and fingering myself to a monumental climax.

Prior to "the experience" I met her in a hotel lounge. We discussed terms and talked a little, but small talk is tough when theres hard kinky sex on the table. I accepted part payment in cash and we agreed the remainder of the payment would be in her purse on the big night. As we stood to leave she leant towards me as if to hug me goodbye. Instead, out of sight of anyone nearby, she gripped my earring and hissed in my ear "Follow me to the bathroom." The look in her eyes told me she was horny and not about to take no for an answer.

Part 3 - Good kitty, bad kitty

I can play the switch as well as anyone. I adopted a submissive demeanor and followed her to an out of the way bathroom on the lower floor of the hotel.

Once there, she dragged me into a cubicle and thrust a $100 down my blouse, not sure why, I guess she had some other hooker fantasy going on. "I've never been with a woman," she whispered coyly before leaning in to kiss me full on the lips, her eager tongue pushing into my mouth. Her arms wrapped around me, a hand slid down and gripped my ass, pulling me into her even tighter. I responded by kissing her back just as hard and held her tightly, my hand cupped her pussy through her tight jeans, pressing in on where I figured her clit was.

Out of breath, we parted and she frantically pulled up her shirt and unloaded her tits from a frontfastning bra. Her dark nipples stood up hard from the tanned skin around them. "Suck them, bitch," she hissed. Pinching one nipple between a finger and thumb, I took as much of the other tit in my mouth as I could manage and sucked. My other hand gripped her ass as she dug her fingers into my long black hair. She pulled my face away and moved it forcibly to the other tit. "The nipples, suck them, lick them, bite them, tease them," she ordered. I did so, and for a solid 5 minutes as I alternated between those beautiful breasts, she was lost in the new sensations I was giving her.

The main door opened and we froze. She hurriedly sat down on the toilet and pulled me into her lap. I curled my legs up behind me so only one pair of feet would show. As someone clumped noisily into the cube 

next to us and began to urinate, we quietly and gently kissed again. I was able to gently stroke one exposed breast and tweak the nipple making her bite her lip to stop from crying out. Our anonymous 

neighbor soon finished and left. We stood up, facing each other in the narrow confines of the cubicle. Her hands went to her waist and unbuttoned her jeans. She slid them down and settled back on the toilet. No panties. Her wonderfully trimmed little blond pussy was exposed to me.

She wasted no time spreading it wide with both hands, it was dripping. "Now lick my fucking cunt like a good little whore."

"Yes madam," I whispered hoarsely as I dropped to my knees between her legs. I caught a whiff of perfume mixed with pussy juice, it was so intoxicating I almost came right there.

"Now!" she moaned. Her hand in my hair pulling my eager mouth to that hot wet gash between her legs. I went to town. My tongue lashed frantically all over her crotch, I stuck it deep between those lips, and danced it teasingly over her clit as I slid three fingers into her pussy. I began to pump them hard, in and out of her sloppy hole as I sucked on her clit.

It took another few minutes of my expert tongue and finger work, egged on by her foul mouth insulting and berating me before she finally climaxed. She was a gusher too, a shower of sweet pussy juice erupted all over my face as her body went rigid. She had to muffle her face in her arm to stop the whole fucking hotel hearing her orgasm. I sat back and gazed at this gorgeous semi naked woman in front of me. After a little while, lying back with her eyes closed, lightly touching her own nipples and pussy, she giggled almost uncontrollably then snapped back to reality. "What the fuck are you looking at you little dyke?"

Sub-time was over, I stood, gripped her face in my right hand and jammed a couple of fingers up her cunt again. I informed her : "That was the only time you get to talk to me like that, ever again! Understand?" I shoved my pussy flavored fingers into her mouth making her gag.

Defiance flickered behind her eyes and then died in the face of my unyielding hard stare. I pulled my fingers out, wiped them in her hair.

"Yes, of course," she said, lowering her gaze.

"Next Saturday, as we agreed," I said as I cleaned off my face and prepared to leave.

"Yes,and...and... you... you wont tell anyone about this will you?" she stammered.

"Why, you scared of what the sewing circle would say about you getting a cuntlapping in a public bathroom?" I mocked.

"Um, yes...I'm.. I'm not ..that way, you understand?"

"But you liked it didn't you?" I said cooed soothingly "Don't shy away from things you enjoy." She nodded slowly and looked confused, maybe even ashamed. I winked knowingly and left her there.

Part 4 - What happens in Vegas

And so, earlier tonight I put the plan into action; with a couple of twists of my own.

The hotel we're in right now, is a casino hotel, in Vegas. From an earlier life, I know the right people and for tonight at least, I was employed briefly as a cocktail waitress. With my long legs and ample tits, I look damn good in those little outfits they wear.

Wifey and convinced her darling loving, ass-fucking husband that they should take trip out here. In fact she'd arranged it all ahead of even meeting me. 

And, for the better part of the evening, as they gambled away, I served them drinks and flirted shamelessly with the husband. Wifey played the part so well, glaring at me the whole time.

As the evening got wore on they retired to one of the bars and waddya know I ended my "shift" right around then and decided to have a couple drinks in the same bar. We got to talking and Hubby is quite the charmer actually. Wifey appeared to loosen up some and began complimenting me on my tits, my legs ...my hair, you name it. When the moment was right I said "so, you guys both wanna fuck me?". Hubby spat his drink back in his glass. Wifey, looked at me cooly and said "Why the fuck not, its my husbands number one fantasy and hey..what happens in vegas..."

"Do we pay you now?" he blurted out, barely able to contain his excitement. I flashed him a nice smile, "No, I just fuck for fun, seriously," I said, " you guys are hot, we're all horny...lets fuck!"

"Well, lets go!" I thought he was going to knock the table over with his boner, poor guy.

In the elevator I massaged his cock through his pants as his wife once again shoved her all too eager tongue into my mouth. I let her, for now, it was part of the plan after all.

Once in their room I demanded champagne and strawberries from room service. As we waited, I toyed with them some more, lap dances for both, with some private dirty talk whispered in their respective ears.

"Well, uh.. what do you wanna do?" hubby blathered. "We wait just a little more, its not a party without champagne!" I said coyly, silently urging the fucking room service guy to get here NOW!

Straddling him, and beginning to gyrate again, I asked "Why don't you tell me a little about what YOU would like?" leaning over him to give him the full benefit of my cleavage. Wifey was looking furtive and nervous over by the drinks cabinet, if things didn't move on soon, she would probably blow the whole thing. I'd seen it before, first timers always panic early.

A knock on the door announced the arrival of the next phase. And this was where things were going to deviate from the agreed plan.

I excused myself to the bathroom as hubby went to the door to receive the champagne and strawberries. Whilst the toilet flushed noisily I applied a couple spots of a lemon flavored gel on each nipple and tucked a small pill into the waistband of my panties. After checking deep within the undersink cabinet for the rest of my gear that I had stashed earlier, I was ready.

I heard the room door close and the familiar jingling trundle of a room service trolley, followed by the pop of a cork.

Part 5- Deviance

Emerging from the bathroom, I accepted a large glass, downed it and then exposed my tits. "Lets get started!" I laughed, pushing hubby down into the armchair he would soon be secured to.

I straddled him and without a word of invitation, he took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked, "Oh yeah, man, oh yeah!" he garbled before devouring my other tit. Thats right I thought, get a good dose. Within a minute he was out cold, knockout drops on the nipples, works every time.

"Can we do it now?" the wife asked, a deep somewhat sadistic note in her voice.

"Not quite, I need to prepare him." 

Crossing to the trolley, I poured a good measure of champagne on top of that small pill I had just discretely popped into the glass. 

"Have a drink while I get ready."

Handing that glass to her was where my plan forked from hers. 

Returning to the bathroom, I grabbed my gear from the cabinet. "I feel funny..." she said shortly before passing out on the floor. I checked she wasn't in a weird position or anything and then left her there as 

I changed into my outfit. 

She had figured she'd get to take an active part in the next phase. But, again, experience has taught me, one must retain physical control of all the other players in these situations until you're sure you have mental control of them. Particularly the first timers. And I must admit, she made me a little nervous. 

I'm mainly a latex girl, preferably black, but I do have a couple other colors for discerning clients. I buy my gear custom made, from a place in Amsterdam. It's pricey, but you have to pay for this kind of quality. And with what I charge for these "experiences" I can afford it.

The only non latex thing I wear, is a thick leather collar with a solid silver O-ring around my neck. I pull my long black hair back in a ponytail, secured with a thin strip of latex. Sometimes I have to make time to apply suitable make-up, but the cocktail waitress cover allowed me to get that out of the way earlier. I do however have to reapply lipstick after that bitch decided to slobber all over me again. Its a deep shade of red with a little gloss. I have the kind of lips you just want to see around the end of a cock, and I love leaving a smear of lipstick somewhere private as a reminder. Not tonight though.

My corset is of course latex. I pull it tight and my tits are pushed up high showing a stunning cleavage if I do say so myself. I wear short shorts, again, made of latex, with a front to back zipper on the crotch allowing easy access when I want it. A small socket sits right over my pelvic bone. It accepts a variety of toys, some of which are lying in the bottom of my bag.

Latex thigh high boots with outrageously high heels cover my legs. I hook some suspenders from the top of them to my corset.

I spritz a little perfume over myself then pull on my elbow length gloves.

And thats how I work. A tall, well built, no nonsense girl clad in latex and not about to take any shit from anyone. 

Well...excuse the pun, but I'm about to do just that. 

Anal can be a mucky business, and I really don't like muck. So, first things first, I drag Mr Sleeping Beauty to the bathroom. I strip him and administer some medication before leaving him propped up on the toilet. I look him over, he's pretty cute and obviously works out. Very much the kinda guy I'd go for in different circumstances. (You're wondering how I move a big guy while wearing high heels? Strong legs,practice and sheer willpower.) I flick on the extractor fan and close the bathroom door as I exit.

After arranging the furniture to my liking, I return to Mrs Sleeping Beauty, lifting her gently into that straight-backed chair. Her head lolls to one side exposing a shapely neck and ear, that I just want to lick and bite.

She's still out. I watch her for a minute or so, she's really quite pretty. I slide a gloved finger into her wet mouth, thrust it in and out a few times, savouring how slutty she looks like that. I quickly attach the ball gag and pull the silk scarf from around her neck. I move behind her and pull both arms to me so I can secure them. I can't resist, my hands reach forward and grasp her tits from behind as I nuzzle her ear, inhaling her heady perfume. I work quickly, unbuttoning her blouse, careful not to rip it. (no mean feat in these gloves). Another squeeze of those gorgous breasts, this time just through her bra. I want to scoop them out and suckle on them, but theres no time. Moving back around in front of her I hike her skirt up and secure her ankles to the chair legs. I can smell her sweet wetness as I work.

I stand back and slip a hand inside my shorts, lightly working my clit as I stare at this beautiful woman in front me. For this instant, she's mine, whether she likes it or not.

So distracted by the situation, I almost forgot the important thing. Scanning around the room, I locate her purse and sure enough inside is a thick envelope. I pop it open, flick through the wad of cash and throw it in my bag.

Ghastly noises from the bathroom announce that hubby is ready. Holding my breath I enter the bathroom, flush the toilet and move him carefully to the bidet. I turn it on and let it run a while.

Turning off the bidet,I pull him up and check we're good to go before moving him back into the room. I lay him face down over the back of the arm chair, his now very clean butt up in the air facing his sleeping wife. Securing him is a little more tricky. I use ankle cuffs and a length of custom made pipe to keep his legs apart. Standard issue police cuffs secure his hands in front of him and a length of steel cable between them, under the chair and then around the pipe, ensures he's not going anywhere.

I pick a decent sized butt plug for him, lube it up good and ease it in. Some people wouldn't do him this courtesy, they'd just ream the fucker and listen to him cry in shock and pain. Not me, well not tonight at least. I don't want him distracted by mere pain. I want him to know he's getting fucked, I want him to feel that, to know that, and nothing else.

The final touch is to ease a leather hood over his head. It has eyeholes, with covers which I opt to close for now. As an afterthought, I decide to ballgag him too, his and hers matching set, ain't it romantic!

I reach into the deepest recesses of my bag, my fingers drift over familiar friends before settling on my weapon of choice for the evening. 10 inches of jet black latex cock.

Doing the set up work with one attached is a nightmare, it just gets in the way. But now everything is set, I snap the cock into place. It rears up from between my legs, then bends down slightly under its own weight. I grasp it at the base, run my gloved hand along its length. It feels fantastic. I catch myself in the full length mirror, I stare at my latex clad body with my huge plastic cock and I'm almost overcome with lust. I reign it in. My time will come, very soon.




The Experience



Smelling salts under the bitches nose snap her out of dreamy time. A moment of confusion gives way to realization and then frightened anger. She thrashes in her chair. This is when you find out if the bonds are going to hold, I have a taser close by in case they don't (some women are unbelievably strong in these situations) Finally, she subsides and thats when then blinking began.

Part 6 - The Experience

So here we are. Wifey wide awake and unsure if she's really turned on, really mad, really scared, or a little of each. I whisper to her "Don't worry, this is just a little security for us both, he's going to be kinda mad at first. Let him be mad at me, not you. Not yet anyway."

Hubby is just coming around with no idea he's about to get a little payback, courtesy of his wife.

I hold the salts under the nose-hole of the mask, he jerks awake.

Muffled outrage emanates from him as he struggles against his bonds. Looking directly into the wifes eyes, I tweak the buttplug. He goes nuts, I wonder for a second if he's going to shake the chair apart and my hand reaches to the taser. 

"STOP IT." I command, and he does, my hand drifts away from the taser.

"MMFFF?" he asks.

"Do as you're told and this will all be over reasonably quickly."

I stalk around in front of him, slipping confidently into character, I begin to explain things to him. My voice full of venom, disdain and disgust.

"I'm what you might call, an agony aunt. You'll understand the pun there in a moment."

"I receive letters, emails etc from ladies who've had trouble in their lives. In most cases, I can help them with a few well chosen words of advice."

"Mmmf?"

"In other cases, more direct action is required, which is what has brought this happy little party together tonight."

"Your lovely wife, and I do mean lovely, she's quite divine really... your lovely wife wrote me a very sad letter. In it she shared her sadness at her failing marriage, and the hope that better sex might bring you both closer. She went on to recount an incident where you violated her.....anally." 

I smacked the side of his head, hard.

"You violated her ass, even when she begged you to stop."

I smacked him again, on the other side this time. 

"And then, you took your shit and cum covered cock, and you forced it into her mouth, like she was some common whore or porn star."

"So tonight, my dear, you're about to find out exactly how that feels."

"MMMMMMMMMMMFFFGGGGGHHHH!"

And the thrashing began again.

I returned to the wife and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to untie your legs, do NOT fight with me, we're back on the plan now, just as you wanted. But I warn you, I'm in charge and you do as you're told, for your own sake."

She nodded acceptingly. I knelt and slid my hands down her inner things, over those sheer stockings, to her ankles and untied them. I stood her up, leaving her hands tied behind her and led her around in front of hubby. I popped off his eye covers and let him see his wife. I moved behind her, holding her skirt up and rubbed her pussy slowly , sure enough a damp patch was spreading across her crotch. Horny little bitch. Despite his predicament, hubby's eyes were wide and lustful.

I yanked down his wifes panties, made her step out of them and then bent her over. Their gagged faces were almost touching. She gasped as the cold tip of the strapon brushed against her cunt lips. She was so wet it slid in to the hilt effortlessly. She moaned deeply through her gag. With her bent over, my high heels gave me wonderful leverage to pound her pussy hard. I grabbed her hips and fucked her like a ragdoll. All the while, they stared into each others eyes. Within minutes, I could tell she was nearing climax and I pulled out,leaving her deflated and desperate for more. She looked at me over her shoulder, pleading "FUCK ME! FUCK ME MORE!" thru her gag.

"You're next," I said menacingly to hubby. His eyes widened further.

Leaving the wife to pant and sulk slouched facedown on the armchair, I moved around behind hubby.

I reached between his legs and gripped his rock hard cock as it lay trapped between his belly and the chair.

"URGGH!" he squirmed.

I cupped his balls and squeezed lightly, more noise.

With a short sharp tug, the plug popped out of his ass. He whimpered a little, probably unsure if that was supposed to feel nice or not.

Wifey was alert again, this was what she'd paid the big bucks for and she was going to stare right into hubbys eyes as he endured it.

I begin with a little finger action. Latex is so good for this, its partly why I favor it as my attire. A small dab of lube on the end of my index finger and we're ready.

"This may be a little uncomfortable," I hiss in his ear before easing that finger just inside his tight little ring.

With a sudden push, my finger is all the way in and he's gasping for breath, trying to stand on his toes to get away. I dig deeper, curling my finger a little, twisting it around some. 

Wifey's eyes are mean looking right now. Mine are too probably.

I begin finger fucking his asshole. He protests through his gag, his wife gives him a look of mock concern. I whisper "Fuckin hurts, don't it?" 

Two fingers in him now and I'm really ramming them in there with short sharp jabs. He's nowhere near cumming yet, so I have plenty time to play with him.

I walk back around and stand to one side of the chair the huge black cock, covered in wifeys juices protrudes between their gagged faces. She looks at it wantonly, he looks at it in fear ...but with a hint of interest.

She leans towards towards it,brushes her gag against the tip. I give her a warning glance before releasing the gag. Without any hesitation, she devours the first 6 inches of the cock. She sucks on it, tasting her own pussy juice. Opening her eyes, she looks up at me and slowly, somehow manages to deep throat the whole fucking thing. She coughs and breathes deeply as withdraws it again and then begins to lap at it. Up and down its shaft, licking at the tip, taking it in her mouth again. Sucking it like the real thing, and doing a pretty damn good job too.

"Good girl," I say as I stand her up and untie her wrists. She stands back looking uncertain about what to do next. 

I point at the tube of lube on the table nearby. I'm stood side on to hubby, as she dumps a good glob of goo on the end of that huge black cock before using both hands, to slowly work it all over the shaft, staring pointedly into her husbands eyes as she does so.

Holding her hand, I pull her around to the business end of her husband.

Unexpectedly,she spanks him, hard. He jerks and moans, she looks at me for approval and I nod. She spanks him again. And again. And I can see a rage building up in her which I need to contain before it gets out of hand.

I allow her a few more blows before curtly stopping her with "Enough!" She stops, hand in mid-spank. His butt cheeks are glowing red and I think he may be sobbing. 

"Take off his gag," I instruct her. 

"I'M SORRY!" he whines.

"Sorry for what?" she asks, very quietly. "Sorry for ..you know!" he cries

"Say it to her properly," I command flatly.

"Sorry for fuckin you in the ass and making you .." he sobs, " making you do ass to mouth. I'm SORRY!"

Right about then is when 10 inches of fake cock got inserted into his anus in one smooth, practiced stroke.

"OH GOD!" he moans.

"FUCK HIM, FUCK THAT BITCH!" his wife yells. She rips the hood off him and plants herself in front of him on the chair, in the most bizarre position you can imagine. Her thighs locked around his neck, her hands behind her on the floor, and her sopping wet cunt right in his face. He had no choice, and he knew it. He licked for all he was worth. She cussed like a sailor the whole time, called him every name under the sun. Now and again she'd lift up one hand to grab the back of his head and really grind is face into her cunt.

I didn't like him being distracted, but its what the wife wanted. For my part, I fucked him harder than I normally would. As is often the case, he seemed to quite like it and we settled into a good rhythm. I switched between long hard full strokes and short jabbing motions with the tip. Always conscious of having him cum too early, I varied the speed and intensity, keeping him close to the point of no return, but never quite letting him over it.

I thought the wife was having a fit when she finally came, clamping her thighs tightly around his head and shaking violently, her head flung back, breathing like she'd just run a marathon, obscenities roaring from her so loudly the people next door actually banged on the wall.

Finally she slid down onto the floor and lay there panting.

Part 7 -Aftermath

"Good boy," I chided, before giving him a few final hard strokes.

"I'm going to partly untie you, but we're not quite done, do you understand?"

"Yes...mistress?"

"Good! We may have a star pupil here for you after all," I said mockingly to wifey.

After showing him the taser and waggling a "no-no-no" finger at him, I unclipped the length of cable between his cuffs and leg restraints, allowing him to stand.

Jesus fuckin Christ, his cock was huge, almost as big as my strapon. And after what he'd just endured, it was rock hard, bright red with a deep purple bulging end. Pre-cum oozed from the tip as it throbbed in time with his heartbeat.

I swabbed a little onto my gloved finger.

"Open," I commanded sweetly.

Dragging his gaze away from my own jutting cock, he immediately opened his mouth and I slipped a finger in there, which he dutifully sucked clean.

With my boots on I was just a little taller than him, I looked down into his eyes and gripped his cock between both my gloved hands. He looked at me pleadingly. Poor guy was about to burst, and yet here he was, completely submissive, asking permission to cum.

"Lube," I commanded, holding my open palms out, and wifey obeyed, smearing my gloved hands with it.

I worked his cock and balls with both my hands, staring into his eyes all the while with a look of disdain on my face. I murmured doubts about his sexuality, about how much he liked being assfucked. He didn't last long. I cupped my hands as he groaned and spurted his load into them. Quite a decent amount too; all the better.

"Kneel." 

He did so, face to face again with the black cock. "You too." I said over my shoulder to wifey.

She obeyed too. I had both of them face to face with the cock I had just fucked them both with.

Carefully juggling the load in my hands, so as not to lose any, I used one handful to cover the cock.

"Ass to mouth, motherfucker."

Without a word of protest he took the cock in his mouth. The cock that had just been in his wifes cunt, the cock that had just come out of his ass, the cock that now dripped with his own cum. He began to suck it clean, following his wifes earlier example he cleaned it good. 

The other handful, I offered to his wife. It was a pretty good wad and she held it in her mouth like an oyster while hubby sucked my fake cock.

"Share," I said as I withdrew the cock from his mouth, wiping both my cum covered hands all over his face.

Wifey moved to him and tilted his head backwards, the wad of cum oozed over her bottom lip, hung for a second before plopping and into his mouth. He held it there while she licked the rest off his face and my gloves.

Finally she spat the rest into his mouth, kissed him deeply and then held his mouth closed; he swallowed it all.

After uncuffing hubby, I changed into street clothes and packed my gear up as they sat awkwardly on the floor,holding each other. She gave me a knowing smile over his shoulder. I winked back at her.

He was hers now, which is what she had wanted all along. Why else had she been trawling BDSM sites? It wasn't really about payback for the assfucking, it was about getting him to submit to her, now and forever.

Without a word, I left the room and headed downtown to my own hotel. 

I walked into my room, everything was set, my partners welcomed me as usual.

After all that activity I still hadn't gotten off, it would be another 2 hours before I did. 

And that's a story for another time.



The Experience



Mom's eyes were closed in concentration. Her hair was short and mousy brown. She had no curves, what little she had for breasts were flat and saggy, although her nipples and areolas were big. She was on her knees and she had a thicket of bushy dark hair between her legs. What can I say, I don't think many people would find their own mother attractive. I certainly didn't, not in that way.

She was trying really hard, though. Her head was bobbing in a quickening pace, but I could see she was getting tired, so I had to just gently touch her shoulder and whisper: "I'm sorry, mom. It's still not quite happening."

Mom paused for a while. "Don't worry," she said as she looked at me understandingly. "You don't have to be nervous with me."

"Yeah, I understand that." It was still pretty difficult. I had not wanted to turn twenty without having any experience with girls. Mom had been really understanding when we had talked about it, and we had already tried it once on the bed, but that had not worked out. I had been ready to give up then, but mom had taught me I shouldn't quit so easily, so we were now trying it again. Mom had thought it might be a good idea to start like this. It wasn't really the same as being with a girl, of course, but mom was trying to do her best.

Mom bent down and started again. Her lips were slow and gently at first slowly and then she started building up the rhythm.

I looked out of the window, trying to relax. The sun was shining and the old oak tree outside stood as study as ever, its leaves barely moving in the wind. Dad and sis were playing with our dog down on the yard. It had been dad's idea to ask mom if I could practice with her. I hadn't been so sure about it initially, but today I had finally gathered my courage and talked to her.

After some time I had to shift my hips a little. My testicles were tightening and I had to lay my hands on mom's shoulders because my legs suddenly twitched.

Mom looked up at me and made a questioning sound: "Mh-h?"

I looked back at her and softly whispered: "I think it's working, mom. I can feel it."

Mom accelerated the rhythm and tried to patiently keep it on without getting tired. Her hands were on my thighs and around her neck she was wearing the necklace my sister had given to her. It was a little silver cross. I knew mom believed in God, even though we did not talk about it often. I was not so sure about that myself, but she was trying her best to change my mind, just like right now.

I groaned and moved my legs, and mom kept going. She was bobbing her head as fast as she could. She was not going to stop now. She needed to have the determination and endurance to make it happen.

My knees were buckling, so I had to hold tighter on mom's hair and shoulders, but she still patiently kept up the same rapid pace.

Mom looked up at me again with concern in her eyes when a sudden squirt made her flinch and stiffen, uttering a phlegmy sound of denial: "Mm-m!"

I guess I should have warned her, but mom was nice enough to swallow whatever she had caught in her mouth even though she mumbled some complaints.

I was feeling warm and relaxed after having shot my balls dry for the first time in my life. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It had taken mom over an hour to make me come. I didn't know what else to say except: "Thanks, mom."

"Just say when you're ready to try again," mom said. She got up and sat on my bed.

I was feeling more comfortable about the situation now, so I sat next to her on the bed, and it didn't take long until I said: "I think I can do it now, mom."

Mom lay down and opened her legs. I clumsily got on top of her and I knew I had to do the work now, but I managed to stay hard and it gave me confidence.

"You can do it," mom said reassuringly, and I could. It was still difficult for me to find mom attractive in any way, of course, so it took quite a while, but it did not feel impossible like the first time we had tried this.

I leaned closer and laid my head on her shoulder. I could feel mom's nipples against my chest. The vagina was really wide and hairy, but its warmth made my hips move instinctively.

"Just like that. Keep going," mom said when she noticed my clumsy thrusting.

It still felt awkward to be doing this with my own mother, but unlike the previous time, my breathing was becoming more agitated and I started feeling tingling warmth all over. It was really going to happen this time.

"Faster," mom instructed, and I tried to do my best. I was hugging her tightly, although I had my face turned away from her, and my hips were working between her thighs. The tightening feeling in my testicles was becoming unbearable.

"Mom, I think I'm gonna..!" I whimpered.

"Good. Don't stop," mom answered.

Then it finally happened. I groaned hard and came with an audible squirt into the safety of my own mother's womb. Mom's hairy vagina had instinctively opened for her own child, allowing me to shoot my sperm deep into it. I didn't pull out for a while. I let my balls rest on mom's buttocks until they had stopped contracting and everything was gone.

Now I wasn't a virgin anymore. I had done it with my own mother. Both were confusing thoughts, but I was feeling good, all things considered. I gave mom a kiss on the cheek because it felt like something I should do.

Dad came in when I went downstairs. There must have been something peculiar about my expression, because he immediately said "Congratulations" and smiled when he saw me.

"Umm... Thanks, dad, I'll go help Mary fix her bike," I said sheepishly and went to meet my sister in the back yard.

That was my first time, and I will always remain grateful to my mother about it.



The Experience At The Movies



Instead of dealing in real life let's go with the hypothetical, imagination, fantasy, this has always been a better route. 

Me

Let's start by saying it was a Friday night I had come to the movies because my ex had just taken the children for the weekend and I was bored with not having anything to do. I had decided to get dressed up for some stupid reason with a skirt and heels, but wanting to try something different I didn’t wear any under things. Instead of going to my normal dollar movie I decided to splurge on myself and go to a nice theater. Maybe if I wasn’t on a date I could pretend I was, so I decided on the plush AMC20 theaters. I pay my eight dollars and get my ticket for a movie I really wanted to see.

I walked into the theater of my movie. At AMC20 they have large armchair style seating with enough room to stretch you legs all the way out. In the very front next to the screen there are these large loveseat style seating, but these are for the lovebirds.

I choose the far row of seats by the wall having two large seats side by side. I choose the seats far to the back and the seat next to the wall, leaving the one by the aisle open. I arrange my belongings, my purse and my pop purchased at the concession stand. When I place my pop in the hole in the armrest I discovered they were all moveable, testing this on both chairs. Finally all situated I some what anxiously wait for the movie to start hoping that no one will notice I came to the movies alone.

Now You

You had a very bad day that Friday, work was hectic it just seemed there wasn’t enough time in the day to get all your work done. Then the boss for something that wasn’t your fault griped you out but of course you had to take the blame for the mistake. Then to top the day off the female co-worker that you had your eyes on and had seemed to be making a connection with, had walked into work spouting on and on about her new boyfriend that she had just recently met.

Your day sucked big time, you didn’t want to go home just to hear your own echo bounce off your empty place, so you decide on a little pick me up. It was too early to join your friends at your usual bar, so you decide to go see a movie. You pull into AMC20 where you take all your dates.

You check out all the listings and spot an action movie that you’ve wanted to see for a while. You pay the money for your ticket and walk inside; the usher gives you directions to get to your theater. You decide to buy some popcorn at the concession stand. You follow the usher’s instructions to reach the theater. You enter the theater, the lights are out, and it’s pitch black except for the previews playing on the screen. In the dim light you walk down the aisle attempting to find a seat, you trip over some lady’s purse, which she stupidly left in the aisle. The lady begins to cuss at you, you would cuss back but you do not want to cause any more disturbances to the other patrons, so you turn around to search for an empty seat in the back.

You and me

You see an empty chair, not realizing there is someone in the seat closest to the wall. You sit down and the woman next to you makes a noise.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t think there was anyone sitting here! Do you want me to move? Are you waiting on someone to come and join you?” you whisper to me.

I think about telling you that there is someone coming, but change my mind thinking that at least it can look like I am on a date.

“No it’s okay. You can sit here there is no one else coming. Besides it would be too hard for you to find another, unless you are waiting on someone else.” I say with a slight southern drawl. 

“No there is no one else coming for me as well.” You say.

“Well if we are both here alone then I think it is best if we sit together, maybe we can pretend like we are on a date,” I say to you. 

You look at me next to you. You are attracted to me, I am wearing glasses and have shoulder length curly hair you can’t quite discern the color in the dim light. You see I am wearing a low cut sweater type shirt with no sleeves and a knee length skirt, hanging from beneath the skirt is enough leg to stare at, you wish to touch those long legs, and to follow them all the way up to see where they lead. 

“I would love to be on a date with you,” You say.

I look at you and smile brightly.

“The same for me with you.” I say. 

We both look at the screen and watch the movie as it starts. You suddenly realize you walked into the wrong theater and are watching not your action movie, but a ‘chick flick’. You think about leaving to go find your action movie, but this woman intrigues you at your side. You decide to tough out the ‘chick flick’, so that maybe when the lights come up you can ask me for my phone number or out on a real date.

I cross my legs, pointing the crossed leg toward you, our knees are touching and you can view that leg close up, from the knee to my high heels. You push you leg closer to mine to see if I move my leg, I don’t. You offer me some of you popcorn, I say thank you. You try to balance the popcorn on the armrest; I move the armrest up. Now there is nothing between us, except the popcorn. You reach into the popcorn and our hands meet, we both give off a nervous laughter. You squeeze my hand, to tell me it’s all right; you notice my long fingers, with long manicured nails. You whisper something to me about the movie; I didn’t hear you so I move in closer our shoulders touch. You retell what you said, as you do your lips brush my ear, this excites me, and you catch the faintest scent of vanilla perfume from my neck. Whatever you said I found very funny, and silently laugh, you watch as my chest rises up and down, I squeeze you knee, and suddenly plant a kiss on your check. You turn toward me and our lips meet for the briefest second.

Then you accidentally spill your popcorn all over me you rush to brush it off. In your rush to clear me of the popcorn you accidentally but also on purpose brush my breast, it is obvious to you that there is nothing containing my breasts except the snug sweater, my nipple stands erect as a result of your accidental touch, you can see the nipple stand up from the sweater. I move my sweater out to release some of the trapped popcorn that has fallen in there, in my movements you catch a glimpse of full tit with an enlarged nipple standing erect as if just for you. Suddenly your pants become too tight, there is something growing in them. 

I pat you high on the thigh, to tell you that everything is fine the popcorn did no damage. The pat came a little too high on your thigh, for I accidentally touched the tip of you cock through your pants. You have a plan. You go down on the floor to pick up the popcorn and you find your self right between my legs, I have pulled up my skirt so that when you sit up you do not wind up trapped in my skirt. When you look up you can see I am not wearing any underwear, and you see my pussy spread before you, abruptly you want my pussy, you want to dive your tongue into my pussy and taste the juices as I cum all in your mouth and all over your face. You look up at me, a unvoiced thought passes between us, and I nod to you, for I want this as bad as you want to give it to me. Your hands go to my thighs you push the skirt the rest of the way up, I spread my legs further for you

You see a gloriously shaved pussy with just a little tuft of hair left at the top, you see my pussy lips a rosy color for all the blood that has rushed to them. My clit is enlarged calling you suck me please. You dive your tongue into my pussy, never have you licked a pussy so soaked in wetness, the taste drives you wild, it is the sweetest taste you have ever had, you want to lick all the juices up so no one else can relish in this flavor. You dive your tongue into my pussy hole, feeling the tightness inside me, feeling how hot I am for you, and how wet I am with my heavenly juices. You begin to lick the length of my sex up and down, feeling my legs begin to tremble around you. You spread out my legs wider, spreading my pussy lips wider for you also

Your tongue licks up and down, and each time your tongue comes in contact with my clit, I tremble. You decided you want that little bud of a clit in your mouth, you suck my clit into your mouth holding it there in between your lips, and you flick it with your tongue. You look up at me and notice I am clutching the arms of my chair tightly and biting my lip. You intensify your meal on my clit, releasing it from your lips and using the flat of your tongue to lick it up and down. You hear a small moan escape me, barely audible to any one else but you. You know that soon I will climax. 

With one of your hands you reach up and lift my pussy lips upwards, also lifting the hood off my clit and exposing it to you completely you resume your performance on my clit, licking it as clean as you can. My hips thrust forward pushing you deeper into my pussy, soon you feel my body buck and quiver all over; it is hard to keep licking cause you want to watch my expressions as you drive me further into orgasmic passions. Then suddenly as you are continuously licking you feel my muscles down low tighten, and then they release amazingly you are squirted with my cum as it shoots out of my hole. You find this wonderful and want to watch and taste for yourself, you begin rubbing my clit with your finger to see if I will cum again. You watch me and watch my pussy as you vigorously rub my clit up and down, and then you see me tense up again and you think that soon I shall break the arms off my chair, but you keep going. You see my body begin to shake once more, then you actually watch as my pussy muscles tighten and then release, this time you are ready, as the fluid shoots out of my pussy you bring your mouth down low and catch all of those sweet flavored juices on your tongue. As my juices sit on your tongue and slide down your throat you attempt to discern the actual flavor, but are unable, it is a mix of all the sweet things you have ever tasted in your life.

Finally you look up at me, and see that I am totally relaxed you start to dive in for another round, but I push your head back and shake my own, I cannot take any more. You get up off the floor and wipe the pieces of popcorn left hanging on your pants, and you sit in your chair next to me.

I reach over to you and grab your head and pull your face to mine, I lock my lips around you. My tongue thrusts into your mouth so deep you feel as if you may gag on it, you think that I am searching for the taste of my own juices left in your mouth. I release my lips from yours, and look toward the movie screen, you are in fear the once you have satisfied me, that I will leave you alone with no way to release the built up pressure of your pulsating cock. Suddenly you feel my hand next to you; I work my way over to the bulge in your pants. My hand grabs on to your bulge and I began to massage you through your pants. You want hand to cock contact, so you quickly attack the fly of your pants to release your trapped hard on, for me to caress. 

Once your solid member is up and out of your pants my hand grasps around it, and I begin to give you a hand job. My soft hand slides up and down your throbbing sword. You enjoy the motions of my hand on your cock, but you so wish it were my lips stroking you. Abruptly as if I had read your mind, my head goes down to your cock with my mouth open wide. My lips wrap around your shaft and you cannot wait for me to begin my lip action, so you hold my head, as you begin fucking my mouth. I shake your grasp on my head, and look up at you with a mad look in my eyes. You think I am pissed and will not continue.

Amazingly my hand grabs the base of your cock tightly pulling all the skin on your cock taut, my lips wrap around your cock once again. I suck you into my mouth, I suck you with all the power I have. My head goes up and down vigorously on your cock, my lips tightly pressed into your cock. You have never felt suction like this before, you feel as if you will explode soon. You try to hold on, enjoying the feeling of my lips wrapped around you, but in the end you cannot the feeling is too great to ignore. Your cock makes a great spasm and hot cum shoots into my mouth. Your cum is like warmed honey to me, I swallow your load, and suck harder to see if I can find more, I suck you so hard you fear I will ingest your cock. 

Finally I release you from my mouth I look at you to see if you are fully satisfied. You notice a drop of cum has escaped my lips and is resting in the corner of my mouth. You point to the spot of cum, and my finger comes up and wipes it away and then I place my finger in my mouth and suck at it, as if I was licking my fingers after eating fried chicken. You tuck your now spent cock back into your pants, and we both turn to the movie screen to see if we can’t finish the movie we both paid to see. You try hard to watch the movie, but I distract you, you keep turning to me, to see if I am looking at you, but I am watching the movie still. You watch the rise and fall of my chest as I breath in and out, you watch my breasts still snuggly trapped within my sweater. You realize that during everything we just had you never got to touch my tits. You wonder how they would feel in your hand, and how it would be to suck my nipple in your mouth.

Suddenly something calls you, you want my tits in your hand, in your mouth, some way, some how. You try an old trick you did on your dates back in high school you bring your arm around my shoulders and you hand goes for my breast. Unlike the girls back in high school I do not fight you or push your hand away. I turn to you and you think now she’s going to get pissed, but instead I raise my sweater up to you revealing two gloriously rounded masses of tissue with an enlarged nipple in the center of each. You are in heaven you can’t believe it, you think for one night a higher power has sent down a woman perfect for you willing to do what you want with her, and to her. Your arm comes from around my shoulder, no longer needing your old date trick. You attack my breasts with two cupped hands. 

You cup, massage, fondle, caress my ample breast tissue in your hands, enjoying the feeling of my warm soft skin. You notice my hips thrusting back and forth in the seat; you almost think that I am fucking the chair. You pleasure me more with your hands, feeling my tissue, kneading it like dough. Abruptly my arm comes up, and you think oh no this is where the slap comes in, but instead my hand goes to my skirt already pulled up from when you were lapping at my pussy. My hand pulls the skirt higher up so that you can now see my deliciously shaved pussy from the top. Then you see my hand go into my pussy, you cannot be sure but from my movements you realize I have begun masturbating. 

You continue your efforts on my breasts wanting to pleasure me with your hands as much as I am pleasuring myself with my own hand. Your mouth goes to one of my nipples while your other hand continues to tease my other breast. You suck my enlarged nipple into your mouth, you lick it with your tongue you swirl your tongue around it and you devour my nipple. You pull yourself to my other nipple wanting to give both equal treatment, you suckle on me, making a delicate meal out of my erect nipple, relishing the feeling of it between your lips, the firmness of the nipple when it is hard. Suddenly you feel my body begin to shake you look down and see my hand rubbing vigorously at my pussy, you hear me let out a long low moan. You know I have climaxed once again, helped on by your treatments on my breasts. You notice that once again your cock is bulging in your pants, you want to tell me to help you with this, but do not know how to tell me of your problem.

You remove your hands reluctantly from my breasts; I pull my shirt back down. You grab the hand that was deep into my pussy you hold my hand to your mouth and lick each of my fingers, savoring once again my sweet flavor. Then you take my hand and place it on the bulge in your pants, hoping I would release the pressure as I did before. Instead I pull my hand from out of your crotch and make a motion that we should switch places, you don’t know what I am thinking but whatever it is you are willing. I rise up out of my chair and you slide between the chair and me now you are sitting closest to the wall. Then you see me trying to get over to your chair, my ass is hanging in your face and I am bent over the empty seats in front of us. 

You hadn’t gotten to see me from behind as of yet, you see the wonderful shape of my upside down heart ass. Your hands go to my ass holding me there bent over the seats in front of us; you caress your hands over the fabric of my skirt. My skirt is clinging to my ass cause it is wet from all my juices spilt out on to it, this also allows you to see almost straight through my skirt. But this is not enough for you, you want to see it all, without some filmy skirt in the way. You lift up my skirt and are amazed at my peach checks in front of you. You run your hands over my ass, loving my soft smooth skin, you notice a birthmark right at the top, looks like a bunch of little islands. Then unexpectedly you separate my checks, my ass automatically tightens up. You give me a little rub to let me know you will not harm me I relax. You view my ass crack and my tight little sphincter in front of you. The hand, not holding my ass open, goes between my legs and on to my stomach; you push me into your face. My ass checks settle on the checks of your face, you begin licking up and down the length of my ass crack. I let out a small moan; you continue your licks, hoping to make me cum once more. You concentrate your tongue to my sphincter, swirling around the tight roundeye, and then you begin licking up and down and side to side, aggressively. Surprisingly my body starts to shake, you continue your ministrations. My orgasm was spasmodically explosive, you see me tremble all over, and my juices flood out of me in a waterfall, running down my legs in streams.

You release your grip on me, and I stay there over the seats catching my breath, you assault the fly of your jeans, for it feels as if the pressure of your massive hard on shall break the zipper of your pants. You liberate your cock from your pants and it is now standing straight up waiting for something to envelope it and discharge its pent up pressure. I am still standing there with my naked ass in your face; you watch my ass and suddenly realize you have begun stroking your own cock. You stop this for you have a woman ready, willing, and able in front of you. You softly touch my backside to get my attention, I turn my face toward you and you look at me and then look down at your hard cock. I know what you want, I back up toward you spreading my legs wide to make room for your legs, then I lower myself down as if I intend to sit on your lap. You hold your cock upright, and I slowly lower my self down on you, you find the entrance to my pussy hole, and you place your cock at that entrance, slowly I lower myself down more until my pussy hole is enveloping your throbbing cock. 

You feel the wetness inside of me, the hotness I feel for you. You think I feel amazing inside; my pussy surrounds your cock like a glove, it is if we were made for each other. Using the arms of the chair I push myself off of you and then slide myself back down. You can’t believe how good this feels; you wish you could feel like this every minute of every day. The without warning I push myself off of you and the violently slam myself back down on you, I do this a few more times to you, you feel that you may cum very soon. But, I cum first, my body shakes and quivers, then you feel those wonderful pussy muscles constrict around your cock, and then there is an amazing release and a splash of fluids that drenches your lap, at this you grab me and slam me back down hard on your cock. You push yourself deep inside of me and then your cock pulsates releasing your hot semen deep inside me.




The Experience At The Movies



I stay seated in your lap with your cock resting inside of me, while we both catch our breaths. You look at your wristwatch and notice that the movie will be over soon, you had to check how long the movie has been running, since you know nothing of the plot playing on the screen. After a little bit of time has passed, I lift myself off you, your cock falls from my pussy. You regret this for you wished to stay inside of me forever. I correct my clothing and sit in your old seat, I gather my purse and other belongings, and then the credits on the movie start to roll. I realize what I have just done and am embarrassed, I do not want to face you in the light. I am up out of the seat, before you can say wait, then the other movie goers start to move, you correct your own clothing get up and go to the aisle, but I am at the door of the theater. You push your way through the crowd and get to the doors, but you see me gone passed the concession stand and on my way to the main doors. There is no way you could catch me. You know I am gone possibly never to be seen again, you wish I would have stayed so you could have asked for my phone number, my address, asked for my hand in marriage, or even just ask to be able to fuck me every night for the rest of your life. But, you think at least this day has finally improved, big time.

THE END



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The Experience Machine



Mariel Desjardins adjusted the strap of her book bag once again as she walked across campus, her books and lecture notes heavier than usual, the thin leather strap digging in to her shoulder enough to hurt. The late autumn air was unusually heavy with moisture, and she noted with pursed lips and a wrinkled brow that fat snowflakes were already drifting down in the blue evening light. It would be, she said to herself, a long night after all, and now she regretted putting the navy kidskin pumps with the five inch heels... 

Yes, she disliked these night classes, these "Continuing Ed" courses, but as most of these students were adults they were at least well motivated, and as she was teaching an Intro to BioMedical Ethics class this term, most of this class was made up of nursing students, though there were a few pre-Med undergrad types thrown into the mix for fun. Still, after a full day teaching at the medical school, and ethics consults at the hospital coming out of the blue from time to time, these night classes made for a heavy load and were taking a toll. But with ongoing budget cuts and an ever shrinking endowment, this was, it seemed, her lot in life...

Still, she had to admit this was a fun class. The nursing students were, as was almost always the case, a tight group of fun-loving females, while the undergrads were the usual unruly mix of pimply-faced, iPhone toting co-eds. All of this was normal in it's way, all these students were engaging in their way too, so there were no real surprises. There was a bonus this time out, however; a paramedic from the Boston Fire Department named Sam, and he appeared to be, she presumed, quite interesting – on the surface, at least. Quiet, almost reserved, he was older, maybe thirty or thereabouts, and seemed particularly well read. Even so, he was hard to draw out into class discussions, and appeared somewhat aloof. But, he was CUTE! Not too muscular, he had a brainy appearance that was immediately tempered by his occupation, and as he almost always wore a 'paramedic' windbreaker to class, that was kind of hard to ignore. Was he over-compensating? Insecure? Hard to say, but of more interest, she was sure at least half the nursing students were madly in love with the guy, and that might prove interesting during tonight's group discussion.

Still, there was something about him that intrigued her, something about the way he looked at her.

So, lost within the eddies and undercurrents that accompany such dissonant thought, Mariel Desjardins arrived in her classroom, as was her custom, about ten minutes before class was due to begin. As usual, she dropped her book bag on the desk beside the lectern and began scribbling the night's topic and assignments on the whiteboard, all the while trying to keep her smile to herself. Oh, but it was going to be so hard.

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After the last stragglers, the last 'usual suspects' dragged in – brushing off heavy snow before doffing coats – and after she'd put on her ritual display of perturbed annoyance with her tardy arrivals, she returned last week's essays and quizzes, and then reminded the class that their typed, mid-term research paper proposals were due at the beginning of their next class. Then she proceeded to lay out the evening's lecture and group assignments.

"Alright, tonight we're going to work through an unusual problem, one that has vexed ethicists and developers for more than a few decades now, but it's also a discussion worth having as technology always seems to have a way of catching up with theory..."

She paused, looked around the classroom, letting her eyes linger on the paramedic for perhaps a moment too long. And then, she smiled, breaking eye contact with him.

"Let's 'pretend' for a minute that "Science" has developed the technology to record thoughts, or more specifically, one's total sense of an experience. Further, let's assume that these recordings can be played back, and to anyone, anywhere, given that the proper equipment is on hand. The twist here is that the recording wouldn't be played back on some sort of screen. Now, I want you to keep an open mind here, because we're going to assume that this recording could be fed directly into the recipient's brain. The result? The recipient, or 're-experiencer', would not only see what the recording observer saw, the recipient would hear what that person heard as the recording was made. If the person recording the session touched something, the recipient would feel it too, and feel it in exactly the same way, with exactly the same level of detail. Whatever emotion the recording observer felt would be shared, as would any and every other parameter experienced, including temperature, smell, and, well, just use your imagination. Emotion, the physical, and even the metaphysical "reality" of the experience would recorded down to the smallest detail, and that 'experience' could then be shared. I'm sure that you all can see that multiple ethical dilemmas might arise in such a scenario.

"Now, you've all probably seen movies with some sort of variation on this theme, 'Brainstorm' comes to mind, so does 'Total Recall', but that's only because the idea has been bouncing around the neurosciences community since at least the 1950s. But, why the interest?

"Well, think of the technology, and the applications for such technology, this might unlock. A surgeon could record a new type of complex procedure, and other surgeons could 'experience' the operation as a first means of learning a new skill. Pilots learning how to fly a new type of aircraft could experience their first training in a new, totally immersive environment that was indistinguishable from the real thing. Really, the applications are endless, so what's the issue? Where might an ethical dilemma arise?

"Well, consider for a moment how seductive such an environment might become if the technology were to become widely available. What if all manner of experience could be recorded, and freely disseminated, say online or by flash drive, just like a YouTube video is shared today? What would it mean if you could, in essence, plug into someone else's reality and completely experience it, and I mean completely, down to the last detail. Imagine climbing Mount Everest, or making a space flight, and remember that you would experience the event in every way that the original participant did, and even more interestingly, consider that this person's memory would then become your memory. Any pleasure or pain that person experienced, well, so would you. Every single element of the experience would be recorded, and therefore, experienced again and again by anyone who re-experienced the original recording.

"But consider this as well. A person could in effect lie down and plug into this 'experience machine' indefinitely, live a life of full of rich experience, yet never, and I mean never leave their bed. 

"So, where's the moral issue? What are the implications of such a transfer of experience? Well, first consider what our definition of reality might become? Remember, if there is absolutely no difference between what is experienced and what is recorded, where would the line be between reality, and perhaps, psychosis? Or, indeed, would there be such a boundary any longer?"

She looked out at the class. A kind of bemused, stunned silence had settled over the class as each student drifted through the possibilities such technology could reveal.

"Now tonight, we're going to break into our groups and discuss how such a device could be used, and perhaps more importantly, be abused, and as usual we'll go through your findings group by group. Of course, you'll focus your discussion on the teleological aspects when you present your final arguments, with your conclusion framed around extrinsic versus intrinsic finality. Any questions? No? Well then, get to it. You have forty five minutes...then we'll break before we present your arguments." 

She listened with satisfaction as the groups at their tables formed and animated discussions began, then she turned to hide her smile once again... 

'Oh, what a wicked web they weave... ' she said to no one in particular.

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After the mid-class break, groups reformed at their tables, and like a conductor striking her baton before the orchestra, Mariel Desjardins got ready to produce the night's real performance...

"Group One? Are you ready?"

The were, of course.

She led the groups one by one, guided the evening's discussion as each group's ideas and dilemmas presented "confounding" new problems, but really, there were few ideas presented that she hadn't heard many times before over the last twenty seven years. Most groups settled on the idea that such technology would be readily misappropriated by the same addictive personality types that abused narcotics, or that the mentally weak would be at risk of using recorded experiences as a substitute for living what might be called their "normal" life. The technology would become an escape from reality, a distortion that would conceivably prevent people from achieving their full potential. The most animated part of the evening revolved around how one could possibly distinguish recorded reality from "normal" reality if such a recording could in fact preserve every possible facet of the original event. This was always a disturbing new way of looking at the world, as well it should be, yet the power of the idea was that the more you considered it, the more perplexing it became.

And now, things were about to become even more challenging...

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A half hour before the evening's class was scheduled to end, there was a knock on the classroom door.

"Enter!" Professor Desjardins said, still completely in control of her orchestra. This was, she thought, where the real fun would begin...

The door opened and several white coated techs from the neurosciences lab rolled carts into the classroom, and a low, excited murmur of recognition took hold in the usually hushed room when a decidedly famous professor of neurology from the medical school entered, bringing up the rear of his technological entourage.

"Ah, Doctor Edelmann, so nice to see you!" Desjardins said as she took his hand.

"And you, my good doctor! I see you have a nice group of ethics students on hand tonight. Did your discussions go well?"

"Indeed, I think they did. Perhaps you'd like to explain the next part of the assignment to the class?"

"Yes, perhaps that's best. Let's get right to it." Edelmann pointed to an assistant: "Randy, would you pass out the release forms while I get started? Thanks..."

The assistant, Randy, went to each table and handed out a set of blue printed forms to each student.

"What you have before you is our standard memoranda of understanding and general release of liability; it's the standard form we use for all experiments when we call for volunteers. We'll explain the next part of the assignment now, and in detail, then you'll have the option to continue or not with this experiment before signing. Anything you'd like to add, Doctor Desjardins?"

"Yes. Just that I'd like to say that further participation in this experiment is completely voluntary, and should you choose not to participate that will in no way effect your final class standing."

"Ah, yes, quite right," Edelmann said. "Now I'd like to state, right here and now at the start of the process, is that what we're contemplating handing out to each of you tonight is, quite literally, priceless technology, and though well along in the developmental stage, it's not yet in a final form. Even so, we think we're far enough along to warrant a more in-depth investigation than we've hitherto been able to accomplish in the lab. 

"Well now. You've all learned a bit about a so-called hypothetical 'experience machine' in tonight's lecture, and had a chance to discuss amongst yourselves a few of the possible uses and misuses of such a fictional technology."

He looked over the class and with furrowed brow, grew palpably more serious.

"But the fact of the matter is, the 'experience machine' is no longer a fictional construct."

There was an audible gasp heard as he went to a small cardboard box on one of the carts and opened it, removed a small plastic headband from the box and slipped the device out of it's protective plastic wrapper. He held the gray and purple device up to the light and examined it contemplatively for a moment, then shook himself, as if forcing his mind to come back into the moment.

"What we have here is the recording device of our so-called 'experience machine', but note if you will that there are no external sensors of any kind to be found on the device. No camera. No microphone. No temperature probes."

He looked around the room.

"Can anyone guess why?"

No one raised a hand, no one said a word.

He smiled. He understood.

"Well because, of course, all human experience is encoded within the brain without the aid of such input. You can, each of you, recall an experience in vivid detail without the use of probes or other external devices simply because experience and memory are in fact a biochemical process, and it's a phenomenon common to almost all life forms. When you experience something, you do so through the encoding inputs of your eyes, ears, nose and the sensory web embedded in your skin and other organs."

He looked around, noted general understanding among the students. He nodded, smiled at bit, then resumed:

"Well, all of these components of memory are biochemically encoded as they occur and are then sorted out within the brain. Perhaps it's useful to consider how information is encoded on a computer's storage drives. Memory, or memories, have a unique address in this storage scheme, and part of the normal operation of a brain is to be able to functionally record and retrieve this information. This is memory, and why sometimes it's difficult to recall an event. As we age, as we accumulate more and more memories, and as memories become more complex, it becomes more time consuming for the brain to recall where a memory resides.

"When you recall an event, you do so without external sensory interpretation precisely because of this encoding mechanism. In fact, as long as these biochemical chains remain intact, memory remains intact. If the chains breakdown, as we suspect may be the case in Alzheimer's, or if the ability to sort through the chains becomes degraded, as, say, we believe may be a component of schizoaffective disorders, memory is lost or at best hard to coherently retrieve. Worse still, delusional constructs can replace memory, to the point that the memory of reality is degraded as encoded delusion replaces encoded memory. Understand?"

Again, he noted a general assent.

"The headband I hold in my hand here does not record external conditions; it simply records the formation and storage location of our biochemical chains, of memory. Still, it is these chains that contain all the components of memory, and in all the varied forms that memory takes. So, tonight, what we're going to ask of those of you who wish to participate further is to wear the device during an experience, an experience of your choice. For instance, there's snow up in Vermont...one of you might head up to Stowe over Thanksgiving break and record a run down the mountain. You might wear it while taking a jog, or while cooking your family's Thanksgiving dinner? About the only limitations currently imposed are that you'll only be able to record about twenty to thirty minutes of experience, so plan accordingly. Also, the device must be in complete contact with your scalp at all times, and the device is only waterproof to about a meter, so no SCUBA diving!"

There was polite laughter at this jab, and he smiled with it.

"Our assistants will now come to each of you and help you correctly fit the device, so take time to go over the release form while they work their way to you, and decide if you'd like to participate or not before they get to you. Anything to add, Doctor Desjardins?"

"Only that if you've already decided to opt out, you may leave now. Just note the homework assignment on the board, and remember to bring your research paper proposals to our next meeting..."

No one moved, no one got up to leave, and no one noticed the smiles on Edelmann's or Desjardins' face.

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch. Devices were fitted, cautions reiterated, questions answered, but most importantly, there were no prohibitions about what might, or might not be recorded. Each student was to think out what they wanted to record and write up their reasoning behind their choice, but it was vital, they were told, to preserve anonymity. They were not to record images of themselves in a mirror, for instance, or include people who might inadvertently betray their identity. They were to turn in their "reasoning" essay, along with their recording device, at Dr Desjardin's office on the Monday morning after Thanksgiving break.

"One further note," Desjardins said as she looked at the clock on the back wall. "We'll pick one 'experience' at random that Monday, and the class will share it collectively that night. So, be creative, and have fun!"

Class was dismissed, and Desjardins and Edelmann followed and watched as the entire class filed out together and headed across campus to a pub just down the street.

They looked at one another and smiled.

"I'd like to be a fly on that wall tonight!" she said.

"Indeed, that should prove to be an animated discussion! Ah...to be young again!" He took in a deep breath of the cold November air. "Yes indeed. Here's to that fly on the wall. Shall we go nab a toddy?"

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The class was set to meet in a small conference room in the basement of the Neurosciences Building that first Monday evening after Thanksgiving, and would then move to a more controlled environment in a larger, adjoining room. Doctors Desjardins and Edelmann and their assistants had seen to it that this larger room was set up according to plan early that morning. There were twenty five cots set up around the perimeter of the room, and partitions between each cot to ensure some semblance of privacy. Researchers, mainly physicians, but also a practicing psychotherapist, would be on hand to lend perspective, and, if needed, assistance. 

The events to be documented that evening, the first of their kind to ever be recorded and shared, would mark a watershed moment in the development of this radical new technology. There was a lot riding on the outcome, needless to say, and if things went well there would be presentations to investors, and of more importance, to the military.

By six that evening everyone – students, teachers, researchers – was in the conference room; the lab assistants manning the recording equipment and playback devices were set up in the larger, adjacent room, the room where the 'experience' would be 're-experienced' by the class. Interestingly, and unknown to the class, both Desjardins and Edelmann had opted to join in and experience the event for themselves.

Desjardins got things going with little fanfare as soon as the last student was seated. "Welcome back, and I hope you had an interesting break. We received all of the recording devices intact and in good working order this morning, and no one has examined the experiences recorded on them yet. As promised, we're going to pick one at random for playback, but I'll let Doctor Edelmann explain that process to you in greater detail. I'll just conclude my remarks for the evening by stating for the record that if anyone wants to back out, now would be a good time to do so. Also, unless there are serious objections, Doctor Edelmann and myself have decided to participate in this 're-experience'."

There were a few moans and groans on hearing that, as well as a few fits of nervous laughter, but there were no objections.




The Experience Machine



"So, I'll turn it over to Doctor Edelmann now," she said. "And, well, this should be interesting!"

Edelmann took the podium, and dove right in.

"Interesting might prove to be an understatement, Doctor!" Edelmann said. He looked around the room, a curious smile on his face. "Well, a few words on what to expect are in order. First, as soon as we're done here we'll move into the room next to this one, through the doors there," he said, pointing to the double doors to his right. "There are beds in that room, and we'll each take one, in no particular order, I might add. There are playback devices on the bed, similar to the recording headbands you took with you over vacation, but heavier, and equipped with Bluetooth receivers. I'm sorry to say they're a bit heavy for day to day use and represent a first crude effort, but as we'll be laying down the entire time this shouldn't be an issue."

He looked up from his prepared remarks, took a sip of water, and continued.

"Once 'playback' starts, something quite odd is going to occur, and I want you to be aware of the phenomenon before we begin, because you won't even know it's happening once we start the process. The brain, as you might expect, is completely dedicated to processing one stream of input, that being the input from it's associated body. From an evolutionary perspective, the brain has never, to our understanding of evolutionary biology, anyway, had an opportunity to develop the capacity to process two simultaneous data streams. To simplify this somewhat, once playback starts the recorded stream of data is going to completely take over all your own brain's 'encoding' ability so that, in effect, your own ability to interpret data from the external world will simply cease. Your body may be in a climate controlled room, but if our recorded 'experience' takes place on a ski slope your body will react to the cold. If it's in a steel mill, if you find yourself in a sauna, your body will react accordingly. Again, your brain can not and will not accommodate two data streams, and in our experience the data stream coming from the 'playback' device will completely overwhelm your 'normal' sense of reality. In other words, you will no longer be aware of your surroundings in our room. All awareness of that room, what we might call 'concrete experience', will simply disappear, and in an instant you'll be in the 're-experienced' reality, what we'll call the reality of 'co-relative experience'. The process would seem to be disconcerting, but you need to remember that your 'own' ability to process information and discriminate between concrete and co-relative experience simply won't exist. One moment you'll be on a bed in the room next door, and within the span of a heartbeat you'll be in the 'co-relative experience.' Any sense of confusion, if it occurs at all, will come when playback stops and the data stream from 'concrete experience' resumes. If this happens don't fight it, just raise your hand and someone will be with you as soon as possible. Any questions?"

From one of the nurses: "Will we feel pain? Say we're skiing and fall? Will we feel that?"

"Yes, completely, but say if, for instance, the fall resulted in a broken leg, you'd feel the pain of the break, but your own bones would of course remain intact."

From Sam, the paramedic: "Can we interact with the playback?"

"By interact, I assume you mean talk, or in some other way change the sequence of recorded memory? No, of course not. 'You' simply will not exist during playback, 'you' will be a passive receptacle into which an experience is being poured, so 'you' will not be able to interact at all."

"What the fuck...that's gnarly..." came a voice from the back of the room.

"Again, if you feel you want to back out, now's the time," Desjardins replied. 

No one moved to leave, but Desjardins could now feel palpable doubt in the room. Her own included, she was forced to conclude.

"Anyone else?" Edelmann added. "Any other concerns or questions?"

There were none, so he walked over to the double doors and opened them.

"Well, let's have a go at it, shall we?"

One by one, and with varying degrees of hesitancy, members of the class moved into the larger room and sorted themselves out. There were gray-green hospital gowns on each freshly made bed, and soon the participants were gowned-up and sitting on the edges of their beds, waiting. Lab assistants moved in small groups from bed to bed, helped get headbands placed and Bluetooth connections active before moving on to the next bed. Soon the class was laying down with a light sheet and blanket cover, and A/V techs readied their recording equipment.

Edelmann sat up on his bed and addressed the class again:

"A recording will now be chosen, and again, this will be a random choice. As soon as the choice is made and each Bluetooth connection confirmed, the lights will be dimmed and playback will commence. The lights dimming will be your only external cue that reality will be about to shift from 'concrete' to 'co-relative', but from an internal perspective it's doubtful you feel anything out of the ordinary."

Mariel Desjardins, M.D./PhD, fifty two years of age, married twice, divorced twice, currently single and with no prospects looming, lay under the covers in a state of abject ambivalence that bordered on fear. She now doubted her own sanity for having put herself in this position, and she suddenly questioned the moral foundations of the entire project, and in that instant she found the realization profoundly unsettling...until she realized the lights were dimming...

...and then there is a hotel room...and I am laying on top of a large bed...

...it is late afternoon outside, and the television set is on...a large flat panel set...and a movie is playing... 

...a porn flick...of course...I am watching two girls making it, and my hand is wrapped around my cock...I can feel a burning constriction in my belly as I watch...then a door opens and steam pours out of the bathroom... 

...and there she is...dressed in white lingerie and very high heels...and she walks to the foot of the bed, then to each side, checking the ropes she has used to tie my hands and feet to the corners of the bed...then she is moving up between my legs, smiling at me all the time until her head is over my cock...and she spits on it... 

...the sensation of warmth is intense, then in a searing moment she takes my cock in her mouth and bites the tip of it, gently at first, then less gently... 

...her head moves up and down, her teeth grate and bite while time dilates and I am floating on alternating waves of soaring pleasure and searing pain and the sensation begins in my balls then spreads up into my back and down into my legs and I feel a fingertip poised over my ass then craving penetrations and oh God not so fast not so fast her tongues sweeps luscious circles over and along the head of my cock and the surge is complete and unmistakable and starts to build my legs feel like steel my toes are pointing as liquid fire consumes from within and it's all around me the force shoots up into my gut as her questing finger hits that spot and all is lightning and rain and fire and release and I feel my cum swirling under her whirling tongue while she nibbles the tip nibbles the tip nibbles the tip... 

... And the lights are growing brighter...

Mariel Desjardins is aware of herself once again, yet the memory of what has just unfolded in her mind's eye is totally complete in every detail, and overwhelming.

She has never once in her life considered what a male orgasm might possibly feel like, but now in the afterglow of this 're-experiencing', this 'co-relative experience', she not only understands what it feels like on a subjective level, she is shocked to realize she knows exactly what it feels like on an objective, experiential level. She reaches down and feels for a penis, expects to feel a woman's saliva and her own cum all over the tip of it, then as suddenly realizes what she's doing, what has happened, and what the implications of this realization are.

She sits up, looks to Edelmann in the bed next to her own, sees him grasping for his groin, hears him asking for a towel and she realizes that he has reached orgasm, then she feels her own gown again and feels a spreading dampness under the fabric. Reaching under the gown, she feels the unmistakeable results of orgasm, but was it her's? Suddenly the question seems overwhelmingly important! Just who's orgasm was it? Her own physical orgasm, or his, whoever "he' is? Looking around she sees that everyone is doing much the same thing, and that while every participant is covered in rolling sweat, the males are nervously asking for towels and the females are avoiding eye contact while they try to figure out what's just happened... and why their groins are soaking wet.

But how could it have possibly happened? Nothing makes sense, but then, suddenly, everything makes sense, and the only thing Desjardins knows about her own self is that she wants to cry because for the very first time in her life she truly understands what it feels like when a man reaches orgasm.

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The participants are soon gathered in the conference room, assembled to conduct a hastily called "post-mortem" of the event. Edelmann is at the podium, glad to have insisted gowns be worn, grateful he's not standing before this group in cum-stained trousers. Desjardins is standing beside Edelmann, her eyes red and tear streaked.

"Well," Edelmann began somewhat sheepishly, "I guess we might have put some more stringent limits on what kinds of experiences might have been appropriate for this first recording..."

"I don't know that I'd agree with that," Desjardins interjected. "In fact, I can't think of a better event to have as a first experience. I mean, really, I have a completely new understanding of something so fundamental about human nature that, well, it's overwhelming, and I feel absolutely sad that I could have been so careless about my own lack of interest...for so long."

"Well, I..." Edelmann began, but one of the nursing students interrupted him.

"I agree completely, Doctor Desjardins," Becky Sawyer said. "It's like suddenly being able to break through all kinds of barriers, and in the end finally reaching a profound, new understanding of what it means to be a guy. I mean, that was shattering, shattering, but now I think I understand why guys get so freaking bummed out when they don't get off..."

The class broke out in full gales of laughter, and even Edelmann chuckled a bit before regaining his composure.

"We're missing something vital," Desjardins said forcefully, restoring calm to the room. "Vital."

"And that would be?" Edelmann asked.

"The opposite perspective," Sawyer said. "The female orgasm."

"Exactly," Desjardins said. "I tell you what... Let's break up into our groups and discuss what's just happened, and where we'd like to go with this. Let's get back together in a half hour and think this through together. Doctor Edelmann, could I speak to you for a moment?"

+++++ 

An animated discussion got going as soon as the groups' 'brainstorming' session was over, and Becky Sawyer led the charge:

"When you think about the implications of this technology, it blows the mind. I mean, yeah, sure, we can experience something as esoteric and exotic as an orgasm, and from the perspective of the opposite gender. That IS mind blowing, but we began thinking of other similar applications..."

"Such as?" Desjardins asked.

"Well, after all the trouble in Missouri last summer, think about how a police officer in training might benefit from experiencing the world from the perspective of a young African-American male in the South, or a Muslim in New York City. And flip that coin...what would that young guy learn from experiencing what the officer on patrol goes through...the anxiety and uncertainty."

"Interesting," Edelmann said, rubbing his beard. "Very interesting."

And from the back of the room: "Screw that. This makes killer porn!"

Laughter. "I think recent experience affirms that, young man," said Edelmann. "Anyone else?"

The room erupted in torrents of ideas, of practical applications that reflected the idealism of youth, spoken in the language of hope.

Finally, from Desjardins: "Okay, okay, let's settle down and get these ideas down on paper, and I mean right now, while they're fresh on our minds. Each group, get together now and write down what you thought up during your brainstorming session, and then anything you learned during this exchange, then Doctor Edelmann would like to pass along an interesting possibility. Okay, get to it!"

The groups exploded in frenetic exchanges of ideas and began developing new conceptual frameworks on the fly, with one or two group members listening and writing notes furiously, trying to capture everything said. Desjardins and Edelmann looked on, fascinated; neither had seen such engagement from undergrad students before, and both began to wonder if somehow, in the 're-experiencing' of the event they had each just shared, some fundamental alteration of the brain's ability to focus had occurred. This in itself was a fascinating new development, one that would need careful study to fully understand, but soon it was time to move on to the last phase of the experiment.

"Okay, listen up," Desjardins called out. When she had everyone's attention, she continued. "Doctor Edelmann tells me that we can, in effect, "go live" with a recording session. What this means, to put it simply, is that we could move on to experiencing a female orgasm, tonight, and do so in "real time"."

There was a murmur of confused excitement at that, and then, from the back of the room: "Fuckin'-A. That's fuckin' killer, man!"

"Well put, young man," Edelmann chuckled through his reply.

"This fuckin' rocks, dude!"

"Okay, okay...try to contain yourself, Andrew."

"Hey, I'm just sayin'..."

"Yeah, yeah, I think we get it, Andy," Sawyer said. "But, I'm not quite clear about one thing. If we're going to experience a female orgasm...well...uh...who's going to...uh...well-l-l..."

Desjardins looked out at the group, then down at her hands. "I'd say we've come upon a real ethical dilemma, wouldn't you? So, let's pick a set of rules to examine this dilemma. I propose we look at Jeremy Bentham's Utilitarianism for this experiment, and make our choice to proceed using either Act or Rule Utilitarianism. Does anyone object?"

"I don't see how we could use Rule Utilitarianism here," Sawyer replied. "I can't imagine there are any rules to cover this set of circumstances..."

"Okay. Well then," Desjardins said, "we'll stick with Act Utilitarianism. Does anyone recall how we proceed?"

"The Utilitarian Calculus," one of the pre-Meds called out. "We assign values to pleasure and pain, or rights and wrongs, and simply add up the totals. That Act which produces the greatest good for the greatest number is the best way to proceed."

"Right. So, let's get back into our groups. Develop a list of possible good and bad consequences to the action of recording a live female orgasm in an experimental setting, for the purpose of developing a greater awareness of other's needs and experience. So, take about ten minutes, then we'll vote on it."

Of course, the groups all voted to go ahead; there were simply too many valid reasons to proceed, and very few reasons not to. Mariel Desjardins returned to the podium.

"Okay, so here we come to the truly difficult part of this experiment...namely, how are we going to proceed, and who is going to be sharing her experience?" She looked around the room, noted a subliminal current of anxiety running through all the women in the room. "Doctor Edelmann tells me we can hook up the recording device directly to the playback mechanism so that, in effect, the experience will be streaming live to each of us wearing a playback device. Further, we thought that we could further differentiate the experience by sending out two streams."

"Two?" Sawyer asked, clearly perplexed.

"Yes, two. One stream, from the female out to the males, and a second stream, from the male out to the females."

"Oh my God!" Sawyer said. "You don't mean..."

"Yes, of course. In order to duplicate the parameters of the first experience, we'll need consensual sexual contact between members of opposing gender groups. And, well, um, oral sex, not intercourse. Any volunteers?"

"I'm fuckin' UP for it, man!" Andy cried.

"I'd have made book on that, somehow," Edelmann shot back. "Now seriously, are any women here willing to proceed?"

No one raised a hand.

"No one?"

No one.

"What about you, Doctor Desjardins?"

"ME? You can't be serious?"

"Yes, I'm most certainly serious."

"Go for it, doc!" Andy bellowed.

"Uh, so, I don't know..."

"Well, I think the decision should include you're being able to choose the male to proceed with..."

"I don't know about this," Mariel Desjardins replied nervously, but she was already looking at the paramedic and growing more excited with each fresh, thundering heartbeat.

"Well," Edelmann said as he looked over the students who were looking expectantly at Professor Mariel Desjardins, "any male volunteers?"

Every male's hands launched skyward, and even a few female hands went up as well, which wasn't really surprising. Mariel Desjardins was short, just over five feet, but she worked out regularly and generally took care of appearances. She dressed fashionably, if not exactly flashily, and while she didn't consider herself unduly attractive, the looks she garnered while walking across campus belied that insecurity. She would have been genuinely surprised to learn just how many of her students over the years would have loved to have taken her out to dinner and a movie, and then back to a hotel room... 

"Well, Mariel, it would seem the ball is in your, uh, court, uh, so to speak. Care to play?"

Mariel appeared to take great pains over her choice, but she finally settled on Sam, the paramedic.

"Sam? Would you...mind?" she asked tentatively.

Sam just smiled, all meaning clear.

+++++

Soon the students were back in their beds; lab techs finished hooking up new leads to headsets while a few of the other techs cobbled together a bed large enough for Mariel and Sam, and after the two were hooked up to their recording headsets, Edelmann once again addressed the class:

"Things are a little different with this setup," he began, "because we won't be recording to flash drives this time around. The 'experience' will, again, be a live feed. What this means is simple to understand if you think about it. Male students in the 're-experience' group are hooked up via Bluetooth link to receive Doctor Desjardins' data stream, while female students will receive Sam's data stream. So, consider this. Male students are going to experience this event from Doctor Desjardins' perspective; the perspective of a woman. Males will therefore experience receiving sexual stimulus from another male, but from the perspective of being female. All of your sensory data streams will reflect a woman's sensory data..."

"Oh, this is gonna be fuckin' sick, man!"

"Andrew? Please?"

"Oh, sorry, dude."

"Well, as I was saying, you'll hear, see, taste and feel every sensation that is being experienced by the person you're linked to. It really will be as simple as that."

"So," Andy chimed in yet again, "it's like every fuckin' dude in the class is going to be..."

"Yes, Andrew, precisely so."

Mariel Desjardins cheeks were aflame, but then she felt Sam lean in close to whisper in her ear.

"It's okay, doc. I got it. You just lie back and let this happen. I'll take care of things, okay? And if anyone ever gives you any grief over this? Well, I'll take care of that, too. Okay?"




The Experience Machine



She bit her lip, nodded silently, but she was already past second thoughts, already quite happy to be lying here on this makeshift bed beside Sam. She took his hand, squeezed it, whispered 'thanks' in his ear. Then, out of the blue, she kissed his cheek.

"So," Edelmann resumed, "as before, when the lights dim, transmission will commence, so get comfortable." Edelmann, for his part, had decided to observe without being connected to the transmission, for he had suddenly grown more interested in how these 're-experiencers' were going to react to these most unusual conditions. He looked at the techs, each signaled that links had been established, and the experiment was therefore ready to begin. He nodded, held up three fingers and began a silent countdown. On zero, the lights dimmed and Sam moved into a sixty-nine position beside Mariel Desjardins, his BioMedical Ethics professor.

+++++

Edelmann watched perplexed as the women students in the 're-experience' group suddenly grew very relaxed, while the men linked to Mariel Desjardins straightened out into rigid, plank-like boards. Sam's face was buried between Mariel's thighs and it was obvious he knew how to please a woman, yet Mariel was hesitant, almost afraid to act. Then Sam must have hit the right spot, for Mariel gasped, moaned, shook for an instant, then took Sam's cock all the way in her mouth.

The men hooked up to Mariel's stream were as suddenly writhing, thrashing uncontrollably on their beds as they first experienced her reactions, then her actions. More interesting still, Edelmann saw that the women hooked up to Sam had been languidly relaxed until Mariel devoured Sam's cock, then it was their turn to writhe into rigid spasms of ecstasy...yet it was the uniformity of the observed reactions that interested Edelmann most of all. 

It was, he thought, almost like watching an orchestra, and Sam and Mariel were the conductors. When they waved their baton, the orchestra responded with uniformly similar reaction.

When Mariel stroked Sam's cock, the female students reacted to Sam's reactions; when Sam drove his tongue deep into Mariel's ravaged cunt, the male student's backs arched and their legs shook...

Then, in one rapid movement, Sam picked up Mariel and swung her round the bed until she was on her back, with her legs were resting on his shoulders. Next, in the same continuous motion, Sam buried his cock in Mariel's vagina and began slamming into her like a pile driver run amok. The males hooked up to Mariel began thrashing about their beds in one mass refrain, then their backs arched to impossible heights the next. Toes flexing, arms flailing, hips blurring as echoes of Mariel's impossible gyrations, the male students were soon lost inside orgasm. Mariel's orgasm.

Sam, already close to exploding before even entering Mariel, lasted less than a minute before his own orgasm took over, and the female students were simply devastated by the event, for when Sam orgasmed, so too did the female students. Vast pools of female cum accompanied Sam's orgasm and spread out on the sheets below, but then something equally impressive happened: when Mariel entered orgasm the male students began to cum as well, but without ever having touched their own penises. 

It was, Edelmann thought, quite a powerful demonstration of the role 'mind' plays in achieving sexual satisfaction. Arcs of flying cum, a chorus of thrashing moans and sighs, then all was spent, drifting on unseen currents atop a sea of co-mingled bliss. 

Yet only two people had in fact been intimately involved.

How strange.

He looked around the room at the assembled technicians, and noted they all looked quite stunned, but while more than a few appeared a little envious, a small group looked his way, and they did not look happy. No, they did not appear to be in the least bit happy.

+++++

Within a week, Mariel Desjardins was dismissed from her tenured professorship; Doctor Edelmann was censured, but quietly of course, for he was a famous physician and more than paid his way. A few of the students involved protested Desjardins' dismissal, and they too were summarily dismissed, with no refunds given. And there the tale might have ended, but for the actions of one student.

For you see, while one Andrew McKnight, or Andy, as he was sometimes called, was in fact one of those dismissed, he was of a somewhat more disingenuous type than either Desjardins or Edelmann gave him credit for, because he was in fact a spy. A corporate spy, and hired by a less than scrupulous multi-national corporation headquartered somewhere "over there". McKnight surreptitiously spirited away prototype copies of the recording and receiving headbands, as well as copies of the discs and manuals for the OS to get the system up and running, and in due course by manipulating his portfolio at strategic times, he became quite a wealthy man.

And of course, he kept copies of the sexual experiences recorded by Edelmann's team, but only one copy, and only for his own use. Usually.

Ah, but that's another tale for another day, isn't it?

So what, you might ask, became of Dr Mariel Desjardins?

Well, from time to time you can see her walking along the trails and paths that meander through Boston Commons, or you might just as easily catch a glimpse of her walking along The Yard to her new position at Harvard, but more often than not you'll find her walking with a man half her age, a good looking chap, too, and usually seen wearing a Boston FD Paramedic wind-breaker. He always seems to have an arm wrapped protectively around her, and she almost always has a look of total contentment on her face.

Yes, you might say they are in love.

And who am I to say they aren't?

Because love is indeed a very strange thing.

And it seems to be growing stranger every day...but that's business...isn't it?

Well, it's been a while, but I dug up this cautionary tale from the Memory Warehouse (I'd guess you could call it that), and I kind of thought it was worth passing along even though it was an old idea, so I thought I'd just go ahead and do that. There's a point buried in this little story somewhere too, and who knows, maybe you'll catch it. Took me a while.

Anyway... I knew you'd understand.

(C)2014/Adrian Leverkühn



The Experiences of a Tutor



I am a middle-aged man with a quality education that happens to be employed as a High School teacher in rather large metropolitan area. During the course of my work, I get the opportunity each and every day to see some very sexy, if not absolutely beautiful young women. These young women come in all shapes and sizes.

I realize they are not legal yet, but these beautiful young women are quite aware of their sexuality and the effect that they have on the boys here. Not to mention the titillating effect that they have upon the male instructors at the school, especially horny single guys like myself.

Of course I have urges and lustful desires like any male. However in my profession, I must keep my urges in check and not run afoul of the law. Sure there are many days when I go home and take a cold shower to relax after watching these nubile young hotties all day.

What I find most enjoyable is the fact that these sweet young ladies love to flirt with authority figures and sometimes are very risqué. Especially in the warmer weather, there are many young ladies that push the limit on short skirts and revealing tops. The particular school that I wok at has a liberal dress code and the members of the faculty have full discretionary powers concerning what is appropriate and what is not.

In fact, I allow pretty much any manner of dress for the females in my classroom, as long as it does not distract the other students from their work. I love when the young lolitas flirt with me and flaunt their sexy hard bodies in my classes.

As lovely as these girls are, I do not dare engage in any activity that would place me in violation of the law. I know quite a few of these beautiful young girls personally, because my niece attends the same school. My niece is a very sexy young tease and she flaunts her sexuality brazenly. Her behavior drives the boys wild with lust and I cannot say that I disagree.

My naughty niece is seventeen years old and looks like at least twenty something. She is petite and has a beautiful smile, long dark hair and large gorgeous lips that she accentuates with a continuous coat of red lip-gloss. Her butt is just big enough to make you notice her and when she walks, her hips swivel continuously.

Alicia is well aware of her feminine charms and she can easily seduce any guy in school and she knows it. Especially when she wears a form fitting tiny top that allows a perfect outline of her small perky breasts. For a tiny young woman with small breasts, Alicia has the biggest nipples that one can imagine.

I can see the boys constantly competing for her affections and Alicia just ignores them at first, then she teases the hottest guys and leads them on. While observing some of the activities in school, I can see all of the teasing going on and I really do feel sorry for some of the guys at school, they just do not have a clue.

One particular evening, I was visiting my brother (Alicia's Father) and shortly after I arrived, I heard a loud commotion coming from his back yard. It seems that Alicia was having a pre- graduation party and had invited quite a few girls from school. My brother confided in me that most of them were eighteen-year-old beauties and the sight of them in their bikinis was driving him crazy. After all, he was a man and only human.

My brother was duly surprised when one of these hot young women saw me and gave me a huge embrace. I was in lust after this one particularly sexy brunette pressed her warm almost bare breast into my chest while hugging me. I explained that she was one of the seniors at school and a former student of mine.

After this happened several times, I was fighting my libido to prevent myself from becoming aroused and my brother thought that this was humorous. As the evening continued, it seemed that all of the girls at one point or another made an excuse to come in and walk right by my brother and I very slowly and smiled while purposely swaying their beautiful hips.

One girl in particular kept coming in and almost paused as she walked by and kept smiling seductively at us. What was odd, was the fact that she was not wearing a swimsuit. Instead, she was wearing a very short skirt and a button up blouse. Her name was Carolyn and she was an older sister to one of Alicia's friends.

At first, I thought it was my imagination, but after her second pass by her, I realized that her blouse was nearly unbuttoned now and her skirt seemed to be getting shorter. At one point, she came in for some ice water and when she reached upward into the cabinet for a glass, her skirt rose to just below her beautiful ass cheeks and her light pink panties were exposed.

This was pure torture and she knew it, because when she turned around, she looked right at me and smiled, then she licked her lips slowly and I almost came right there. I could feel my face turn crimson red, I knew that I wanted her.

Later that evening, Alicia came to me and said that she would like to introduce her friend's sister Carolyn. Alicia explained that Carolyn was a freshman in college and she was having some difficulty in one of her mathematics classes. I was unaware until now that Alicia had volunteered my services to Carolyn.

Therefore, Alicia asked me if I could possibly tutor Carolyn during the summer in order to prepare her for the fall semester. Of course I agreed and Carolyn expressed her gratitude by giving me a huge hug. When I felt her hot breath on my chest and inhaled her heady perfume, I was smitten.

I replied that Carolyn could call me and set up a time and place that was convenient for her and we could evaluate what area that she needed help with. Of course Carolyn was all smiles and I was very horny. As Carolyn walked away, I admired her super sexy ass swaying back and forth. 

My brother just looked at me and smiled, then he said you lucky bastard and I replied "What?" I am only going to tutor her with her math. My brother just laughed and said 'yeah right'.

We were both checking Carolyn out for the remainder of the night and she knew it. She was so damn hot, I lost all interest in the football game and all I could think about was her hips swaying back and forth.

As the night passed on, it seemed that all of these sexy young girls were finding an excuse to pass through the recreation room for one thing or another. I asked my brother what his wife thought about all these sexy girls over at his house all the time. He replied that she did not mind because Alicia was so popular at school.

All the while, I could not help but see my niece Alicia in a different light too, she had blossomed into quite a hot young woman herself.

Alicia always did love attention, especially from the males in the family and I was no exception. She was always finding ways to show off her body in a most provocative manner. However, tonight with her friend Carolyn I noticed a certain innuendo about her mannerisms.

After several hours of watching the football game, I stepped outside for a smoke and I was pleasantly surprised to see why all these sweet young ladies were hanging around my brother's house.

The swimming pool and hot tub were full of scantily clad beauties.

I was so horny by now I was beside myself.

I knew that I had to excuse myself and leave before I got myself in trouble. Alicia came running up to me to say goodbye and thank me for agreeing to tutor her friend. As she hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek, I could feel her body trembling slightly and I hoped that she had not felt my cock hardening as she pressed her tight body against me.

As she pulled away to return to her friends, her hand brushed across my groin and I almost jumped out of my skin. I was momentarily mortified and if Alicia felt my hard on, she certainly did not appear to be concerned. 

I went straight home and took a cold shower to alleviate my pent up horniness. Try as I might, I could not get the visions out of my head of those lovely and half naked young girls. About eight o'clock the next morning, Carolyn called and I was surprised to hear from her so early in the morning on a Saturday.

She asked if she woke me up and said that she was sorry if she did and I lied and told her no I was already awake. Her voice sounded so sweet over the phone, I was immediately reminded of her sexy body. Carolyn asked me if we could get started on her tutoring today.

I thought for a moment and said sure, what time do you want to meet and where? She told me that she did not drive yet, but she could get a ride to the library and I could meet her there around ten o'clock. I started a pot of coffee and showered quickly and while I dressed, I still had visions of her shapely body.

When I arrived at the library, there was Carolyn as she said. I stared in disbelief for a brief moment, for she was sitting at a table near the computers with her makeup applied flawlessly and sexy pink lipstick. Her hair was freshly brushed and flowed over her shoulders and her shapely tanned legs seemed to go on forever.

She was wearing an extremely tight pair of light green satin shorts that almost resembled hotpants from the seventies. For a top she was wearing an orange tube top that barely covered her ample buxom. When I got closer, she smiled brightly and her teeth were brilliant and her nails were impeccably painted, as were her toes.

Carolyn was definitely a hottie and if had not known that she was only eighteen, I would have guessed her to be at least twenty-three or twenty-four. Her face was tanned perfectly and her choice of makeup highlighted her features perfectly. I was almost drooling and I felt as if I was staring forever, when in fact only a moment had passed.

When Carolyn had thanked me again for meeting her, she explained that she had always had difficulty with math in school and it was not one of her best subjects. In fact, she explained that it had caused her to be held back one year in school. As we talked, I learned that she was almost nineteen and she had younger friends because of being in high school an extra year.

Carolyn explained that she was having a difficult time understanding the theory behind algebra and some of the finer points of finite math. After several hours of tutoring and allowing her to solve some practice problems, it became apparent that Carolyn really did not need very much intense tutoring after all.

In fact, she was quite intelligent as well as gorgeous and I thoroughly enjoyed talking to her. It was almost twelve thirty when I suggested that we quit for the day and allow her to absorb the theory and sample problems that we worked on. I was actually quite impressed with the way she handled herself and I offered to take her to lunch. 

Much to my delight, Carolyn gladly accepted my offer and we went to a small café nearby. As we ate lunch and talked, I began to realize that we had a lot in common. I also loved her body language because as we talked, she would put her slender hand on mine or touch my arm to emphasize a certain point and I enjoyed that interaction.

After lunch, I wanted to visit with her more, so I asked her if she would be offended if I asked her over sometime to see my library or go for a swim in my pool. She told me that she enjoyed my company as well. As we got into the car, Carolyn slid all the way over in the seat next to me and gave me a short quick kiss on the cheek and told me what a nice guy I was.

I was caught completely off guard and I blushed and stammered a nervous thank you. However, Carolyn did not move away after kissing me. Instead she put her head on my shoulder and told me that she felt comfortable with older men than guys her own age. I told her that surely the guys were waiting in line to date her. Carolyn said oh sure, the guys at college thought she hot but she knew that they just wanted a quick fuck and did not have the patience of older men.

Carolyn confided in me that she had been dating older guys since a freshman in high school and was having sex since she was a sophomore in high school. I was shocked that she was so candid and at the same time encouraged. As we drove to my house, I took all the backroads and at one point, I placed my right hand on her firmly toned naked thigh.

My hand on her thigh did not seem to bother her, so I slowly moved it up to hem of her leg band on her shorts. As I anticipated, a slow moving train stopped us. After I placed the car in park, Carolyn grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me hard on the lips and I immediately forced my tongue between her lips and I was warmly received. As we kissed passionately, I gently rubbed the crotch of her shorts and realized that she was thoroughly soaked between her legs.

Carolyn was suddenly energized now and she withdrew her slender tongue and began frantically biting my lip as she rubbed her hands over my shoulders and chest. I rubbed her crotch hard through her shorts now and she moaned incoherently as she spread her legs wider. I needed no further encouragement as I fumbled for the snaps of her shorts.

Once I unfastened her shorts, I wasted no time in sliding my hands past her waist and into the slick and wet crotch of her panties. I let my forefinger toy with the tip of her slippery slit and she gasped as I made small circular motions at the top of her vagina.

I wanted so terribly bad to rip her shorts off and fuck her senseless right there. Her mouth was as hot and inviting as her pussy and the scent from her simmering sex was overwhelming.

When I realized that the train had almost passed, I told her that we must hurry to my house and we can be more comfortable.

Carolyn snapped her shorts and I held my sticky fingers to my mouth and slowly licked them dry and Carolyn smiled and said that I was exactly what she needed. The rest of the way home, she rubbed my cock relentlessly through my pants. There was a huge wet spot on the front of my pants when we pulled into my driveway. 

I no sooner shut off the car and Carolyn was all over me and I excitedly pulled her close to me and turned her around and let my seat recline completely back. Once I was completely reclined, I let Carolyn's head rest against my door and kissed her passionately. She opened her mouth and literally sucked my probing tongue between her sexy lips. 

As I was sucking her lips, I unfastened her snaps on her tiny shorts again and tugged at them until she raised her hot bottom and helped me pull them to her ankles. The sight of her wet little bikini panties was almost too much. I took my forefinger and thumb and 

Rubbed her throbbing clitty through her thin panties. The wet gushy sound and scent was intoxicating.

Carolyn was whimpering loudly and my mouth pressed tightly against her sensuous lips muffled her screams of delight.

I broke our hot kiss in order to take a breath and Carolyn begged me to please fuck her. I asked her to be patient and not rush simply because I wanted this to be special for her. She responded by ripping my zipper down and squeezing my cock tightly in her hot little hand.

I grabbed the hem of her thin little panties and ripped them from her waist and she gasped loudly and pumped my cock furiously as I drove my fingers into the sticky furrow of her swollen pussy lips. Carolyn was really getting into the moment now as she began moaning and whimpering about how fantastic it felt to have someone else's hands in her pussy.

Carolyn grabbed my aching cock with both hands now and pumped even faster as she started screaming ohh fuck, ohh fuck yesss! As I looked into her beautiful face all twisted and contorted with pure animal lust, I wanted to mount her right then. I restrained my self and kept thrusting my fingers in and out of her tight young pussy and then a sticky creamy fluid began oozing from her pussy .I was now able to thrust practically my entire hand up her pussy and as I wiggled my fingers inside her womb, Carolyn bounced up and down on my hand trying to force it inside her even further. Carolyn was nearly screaming at the top of her lungs when I was able to free my thumb and rub it back and forth across her swollen clitoris.

Suddenly she began stiffening her back and trembling uncontrollably as I concentrated my thumb movements right on the tip of her clitty. When Carolyn suddenly started swiveling those marvelous hips on my hand and biting my neck, I knew she was coming. Then she let loose with a geyser of sticky juices all over my hand as she gasped for air and suckled at my neck.

Carolyn was beside herself with pleasure as I twisted my hand inside her super tight sticky pussy. Without warning, she pushed her tiny tube top up above her breasts and forced them into my face. I needed no further encouragement; my greedy lips latched onto her nipple immediately. And as I sucked and bit on her swollen nipple, she took one hand and forced it into my lips further and I devoured her breast.

This sweet and sexy girl was riding my fist like a pro and squealing with delight every time I rubbed her swollen nub between her puffy labia. She was extremely horny and I wanted her to enjoy every moment of this experience.

Carolyn was whimpering like a newborn as I nibbled at her tittties and alternated from one to the other. She kept her hand tightly on the back of my neck as if I might stop suckling at her delicious breasts. After a few more minutes of screwing my fist, Carolyn exploded in a frenzy of emotions.

As I continued manipulating my fingers within the confines of her hot and steamy pussy, Carolyn let go with a gut wrenching orgasm and her hot sticky juices ran down my wrist to my elbow and she kept screaming ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh my god that feels so fantastic ohhhhhh baby!

After I withdrew my hand from Carolyn's pussy she gasped and in a hoarse voice told me that nobody had ever brought her to such an astounding climax, even close without actual intercourse. I was flattered and I promised her more good things to come. I held my hand to my face and licked my fingers and Carolyn blushed. I told her that she tasted absolutely divine.

Carolyn reached for my throbbing cock and before she could get her lovely lips around it, I suggested that we dress and go into the house and we would be out of sight from the neighbors. We could not be seen in the driveway, but just in case someone happened by, we would not be in a compromising position.

Once again, Carolyn pulled her shorts up and partially fastened them and pulled her top back down and we hurriedly dashed inside. Once we were inside, Carolyn pushed me against the door and literally ripped my pants from my waist and went down on me immediately. I was duly impressed by the skill that this sexy tart had for giving head.

She opened her mouth unnaturally wide and proceeded to engulf my entire cock with one slow fluid movement. Quite similar to the way that a snake would devour it's prey. My god was she good; I was beside myself with lust for her. I instinctively grabbed her hair in a huge not and pulled her head harshly into my groin.

As I pulled her hair and held her head in place tightly, all Carolyn could utter was mmmmm, mmmmmm, ungh, mmmmm.

I was caught up in my own needs now and I brutally fucked her face with all my strength. Carolyn just kept sucking and it appeared that she was used to this reaction. When I could not hold back any longer, I held her head firmly in place and pumped a massive load of spunk down her silky throat.

Carolyn handled my load like a professional and sucked even harder as I spewed forth what felt like gallons of sperm. Once I stopped convulsing and totally emptied my balls into her mouth, Carolyn still kept sucking. I can't describe in reality how wonderful this feeling was. She was the most fantastic cocksucker that I have ever had the pleasure of being involved with.

I was at a loss for words; Carolyn had caught me totally off guard. Not that I am complaining though because she was absolutely fantastic, I have had my share of blowjobs in my day, but this young college student really did her homework. I continued to cradle her beautiful face in my hands as she sucked and licked every last bit of sperm from my cock.




The Experiences of a Tutor



When Carolyn had finished, she looked up at me with her big beautiful hazel eyes and sought my approval. I patted her head gently and hoarsely whispered to her that she gave the absolute best head that I have ever experienced. Carolyn grinned and tiny dribbles of come were still in the coiners of her mouth. I was mesmerized by the look on her face, she was so proud of the fantastic blowjob that she just gave me. I was looking at her hair 

All sweaty and her makeup was a disaster and she did not even seem to mind.

I offered her my hands to pull her to her feet and when I did, I embraced her and kissed her neck and fondled her beautiful breasts. I knew that our evening was just beginning and there were so many things that I wanted to experiment with Carolyn. I loved the smell of her sexy warm body mixed with her perfume and sweat; she was so damn desirable.

After kissing her all over her upper body passionately, I asked Carolyn if she would like to clean up and relax a bit before we continued with our little tryst. She said that would be nice, I gave her one of my shirts to wear and I showed her where the shower was. 

I could not resist when Carolyn began to undress, I offered to help. I knelt by her feet as she pulled her sexy tight shorts down and gently pulled them from her feet and held them close to my face. The warmth from them and the fragrance was absolutely wonderful.

I kissed her ankles and sucked her calves and continued right up to her inner thighs. Carolyn was trembling and moaning my name as I slowly licked her gorgeous pussy mound. When I began nibbling at her slit, Carolyn shoved my face hard into her juicy pussy and I pulled her lips between my teeth and chewed very lightly and Carolyn screamed Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh, lover tear it up baby ooh my goddddd.

I gripped her tight young ass firmly in my hands and thrust her hips into my face as I twisted my head back and forth while gently chewing her puffy labia. Almost instantly Carolyn unleashed an unbelievable orgasm that left a puddle in front of the shower and my face soaked with her sweet and sticky cum juice.

As I tried to devour her love juice. Carolyn was so excited that she straddled my face with her legs and ground her sweet pussy down as hard as she could on my face. I gripped her tight young ass firmly and held on. Carolyn was screaming like a wild woman and thrusting her hips up and down on my face like she was riding a bull.

This sweet young and beautiful Lolita was having multiple orgasms and I just kept lapping at her tasty juices. When Carolyn had finished squeezing out her last orgasm, I dug my fingers into her hard ass and gave her lovely battered pussy a huge open-mouthed kiss. She shuddered and held my face tightly for a few moments before slowly dismounting.

I then stood up and held her close as I nuzzled her breasts and caressed her sexy ass. Then I helped her into the shower and joined her. First I applied some shampoo to her hair and slowly rubbed it in as I stood behind her with my half erect cock nestled between her sexy ass cheeks. As I was shampooing her hair, Carolyn sighed and thanked me for the most exciting sex that she had ever experienced in her young life.

I assured her that there was much more to come and having said that, I rubbed my aching cock up and down her wet soapy ass crack. Carolyn said ooohh! Now that feels good and I wanted her again right there. I cupped Carolyn's pert little titties with my hands and she responded by reaching behind her and grasping my throbbing cock and slowly stroked me.

While I toyed with her nipples and caressed her breasts, I kissed her neck and shoulders. At one point, I gave her slender neck little love bite, but I was careful no to leave any hickeys on her long slender neck. After our initial shower play, I continued washing and caressing the rest of her lovely body, especially her pussy and ass. I lathered her up and gently rubbed her with a soft washcloth.

I knew her genitalia were still very sensitive, so I exercised great care when I cleaned her up. In fact, while I softly rubbed her vagina, I got on my knees and kissed her love petals as I lathered them with soap. Carolyn braced herself on my shoulders and whimpered softly while running her fingers through my hair.

I wanted her again, but I was in no hurry because I wanted her to feel special and especially needed for her to enjoy all of the new experiences that I was about to bring to her. I was absolutely enamored with her little hard ass and I knew that before the night was over I had to have it over and over.

Once I had finished bathing her vaginal treasure, I turned my attention to her beautiful ass. While still on my knees, I turned her hips gently to one side and buried my face between her gorgeous cheeks. All Carolyn managed to say was mmmmm, mmmmm that feels nice.

I did not say a word, instead I pried her tight cheeks apart and thrust my tongue deep into her little brown pucker and she gasped.

I kissed and I sucked at her little rosebud for quite some time and Carolyn was beginning to tremble slightly. I lathered up a finger and slowly inserted it into her tight tiny opening until I had fully seated my forefinger into her rectum.

Carolyn seemed to be receptive to this and she braced herself on the shower wall and slowly pushed her sweet ass back into my probing finger. As she moaned softly, I withdrew my finger and reinserted two more and she began to slowly rotate her hips, effectively fucking my fingers. I was nearly certain now that I would not have much difficulty in convincing Carolyn to try anal sex.

After a few minutes of toying with her sweet little ass, I rose to my feet and pulled Carolyn close to me and kissed her passionately as the water poured over us. I finished washing her thoroughly and she soaped me up and cleaned me as well. I gave her a spare toothbrush and some mouthwash and we took care of our oral hygiene too.

After we finished cleaning and getting comfortable again, I asked Carolyn if she would spend the night with me and she said of course. Then we ordered out some thing to eat and moved to the living room to relax. She was only wearing one of my old shirts, but she looked absolutely irresistible to a horny old guy like me.

I pulled her slight frame next to me on the sofa and brushed her hair back out of her eyes and told her how absolutely irresistible she looks. 

Carolyn smiled and said that she really enjoyed the sex and she was willing to try anything else that I had in mind. She informed me that she was still quite horny and her body was mine to do with as I pleased. I gently pushed her back on the sofa, pushed her shirt up to her breasts and planted wet sloppy kisses all over her smooth abdomen. I could not believe what a hard body she had, but yet so soft and sensuous. 

Once I got to her waist, I gently turned her over and bit her ass cheeks very lightly and she let out a slight yelp. I asked her if I was hurting her and she responded that no she was just startled. Carolyn said that no guy had ever done that before and she actually liked it. I pulled her tight cheeks apart as far as I could stretch them and buried my nose in her rosebud. I could feel her tense up momentarily, then she relaxed as I began sucking and licking the rim of her sphincter. 

She tasted so sweet and clean, I was getting hotter by the second and I knew that I must take her soon. Carolyn was beginning to tremble as I thrust my tongue in and out of her tiny pucker. While I still had my tongue in her rosebud, I took one hand and spread her vaginal lips apart. I was quite pleased to feel the sticky wetness already beginning to ooze from her sweet cunt.

Carolyn had to be almost as horny as I was and I could not wait much longer. I kissed her sweet cheeks again and probed her soaking wet cunt with my fingers before holding them to my mouth and slowly licking them dry. Then I asked Carolyn to stand up and we slowly made our way to the bedroom. Once we were near the bed, I paused and then without warning I ripped the shirt from her trembling body and she let out a loud gasp and stared at me with her huge beautiful eyes. 

I told her to turn facing the bed and lie down across the pillows and she obeyed without question. Then I reached into the nightstand and retrieved a tube of KY gel. I fumbled with the cap for a moment and then squeezed a huge glob onto my hand and lubed the knob of my cock liberally. Carolyn was trembling harder now as I proceeded to apply a generous amount to her tight little sphincter.

Carolyn shivered involuntarily when she first felt the cool gel dribble into her tiny rosebud. I assured her that I would be gentle and she reached between her legs and gripped my throbbing cock. I was dumbfounded when she said stick that cock deep in my ass.

Please fuck me hard, I want the first time to be the time I will remember forever. I needed no further encouragement as I finished lubricating her tight asshole.

At first I was going to loosen her up with my fingers and then I decided against it. If she wanted it hard, I would not disappoint her. I leaned forward and kissed her sweet ass all over, then I postured myself so that I directly inline with her beckoning asshole. Then I placed the knob of my throbbing cock against the tiny membrane of her sphincter and lunged forward. 

At first Carolyn was squirming away from my invading member and whimpering. Then I grasped her hips firmly and pulled her into my pulsing cock. She screamed and began trembling uncontrollably and I drove into her with one fierce thrust and she grunted and fell hard onto the pillows. I picked her up by her hips and slowly thrust in and out of her tight ass while her feet were kicking and she was whimpering softly.

As her ass began to loosen up, Carolyn slowly began to fuck me back by thrusting her hips into mine. Within minute of my initial penetration, she was screaming loudly and clutching at anything that she could grab. Her yelling and screaming was making me even more insatiable. I could not believe the language coming from her sweet innocent lips. 

Carolyn was definitely into ass fucking now as she screamed and begged for me to fuck her harder and make her my sex slut. I began to slap her as hard as I rammed my cock into her helpless asshole. I reached back further each time and a loud Thwack! Could be heard echoing off the walls of the bedroom. I looked down and big red welts were beginning to rise up on her perfect ass and I just kept plowing into her rectum with my stiff greedy cock.

Carolyn was rotating her hips on my cock and begging me to keep pounding her ass. I gladly obeyed and I reached under her and gripped her vagina between my fingers and roughly rubbed her lips together and it made a fierce squishing sound. Carolyn was so wet that there was a massive puddle of warm sticky cum just oozing from her pussy. She was literally bouncing up and down on the bed now as I ravaged her sweet ass.

When Carolyn arched her back suddenly and stiffened her spine, I knew she was on the verge of coming and I emptied my balls completely into her bowels as she screamed and twisted her ass and practically convulsed as I reamed her ass as hard as possible with my cock. As I was spurting my load inside her, I began spanking her already tender ass and she began thrusting her fingers into her drenched pussy as she enjoyed a massive orgasm.

Each time that my hand came down on her warm crimson ass, Carolyn squealed with delight as she grunted her approval.

Carolyn was thrashing about and screaming wildly as I buried my cock to the hilt within her. She pushed her sexy ass against me and met my every thrust with a vengeance of her own.

We fucked like animals until we both collapsed in a soaking wet mess across the bed. I was relentless and Carolyn never backed away, she was the fuck of my life. As I lay sprawled across the bed trying to catch my breath, I pulled this sexy young minx towards me and suckled at her breasts until I could relax. 

Carolyn wrapped her tired arms around me and said that she just had the best sex of her young life and she would be my sex partner anytime and anyplace. She told me that I was great tutor and she would not share me with anyone. Over the course of the next several years, Carolyn and I had the best sex imaginable.

We kept in touch after she finished college and my niece began coming by more frequently after Carolyn had graduated and I had my suspicions that they had talked, a lot. But that is yet another story.