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The Lesson

By: BadBuzzard



This is another in a series of real-life stories recounting some of my early sexual experiences. As in the other stories, events are related as the actually happened using real-life language instead of the porno fantasy screaming and implausible activities. If you want that, read another story. I also change names to prevent even the possibility of an innocent person being identified, especially me.

When I was eighteen I had an experience with a couple in my neighborhood (see my Neighbors story). While it wasn't my first sexual experience, it was by far my most important and exciting up to then.

I had a somewhat steady girl named "Anne." We had done the heavy petting that most teenagers do, but we had not yet actually fucked or sucked each other yet. I was at her house one summer day alone while her Dad was at work and her Mom was away playing bridge. We were on the couch necking and feeling each other up. She was jacking my cock while I was finger fucking her. She whispered in my ear, "I want to suck your cock." I was surprised but delighted. I said, "Okay, but only if you'll let me eat your pussy."

She got on her knees in front of me and started licking the head of my cock and then took the whole thing into her mouth. As she slowly began to take all of my cock in her mouth she continued to stroke by dick with her hand. She had some problems getting her mouth around my cock and swallowing it. She gagged a little, but kept it up. When she got about four to five inches in, she started back up.

She was doing great! I couldn't believe it. She'd changed from an inexperienced neophyte to a cock sucking slut overnight. It took her about two minutes to bring me to an intense orgasm. She swallowed every drop of cum and looked up at me with a smile and said, "How was that?" I said, "Unbelievable! Where did you learn how do to that?"

She said, "Bill and Sandy showed me."

"What!" I said.

"Look, they told me about you guys. I know you've fucked them, so don't act so innocent." She was grinning like a cat as she said this.

I'm sure I turned several shades of red and stuttered and sputtered, "When did you talk to them? I didn't even know you knew them."

She said, "I met Sandy for the first time at the health club last week. Want to hear the whole story?"

"You bet I do!" I said.

"It'll cost you." She said with an evil grin. "You've got to eat me first. I know you know how. Sandy told me you ate her. You should also know that she and Bill ate my pussy so I'm expecting some good head form their star student."

"Lay down slut." I said. She quickly pulled her panties off, threw herself back on the couch and spread her legs. I changed places with her, got on my knees and started licking her sopping wet clit. I applied all of the techniques that Sandy showed me using my tongue and fingers. I finger fucked her pussy and asshole while the tip of my tongue flicked faster and faster over her puffed-up clit. She began arching her back and squirming. She grabbed my head and pushed my mouth into her bush moaning and hissing. In just a couple of minutes her body stiffened and shuttered as she began to cum. She cried out, "Oh god, oh god, I can't stand it! Don't stop! Don't stop!" She finally released and pulled my face out of her cunt. Gasping for breath, she said, "Good grief! I can't believe it! You're as good as they are!"

I crawled up on the couch beside her and said, "Okay, fess up. I want to hear every word."

She pulled her feet up under her butt and said, "Okay, this was the most intense experience I've ever had. I get wet even thinking about it! So get ready for the hard on of your life."

Anne settled back and began the tale.

"You know that my family belongs to a health club and I go once or twice a week to exercise, swim or jog around the track. I was there last Saturday in the workout room lifting some weights with one of the personal trainers. Her name is Susan. She was taking me through a set of lower body routines to build up my legs and firm up my butt. She's about twenty-two, very attractive and has a body I'd kill for. She has, I guess, 36D tits, a really cute ass and great legs. I couldn't help staring as we went through the routine."

"We were just finishing up when this Greek goddess walked up and grabbed Susan's ass and said, 'Hey, cutie. Who's the looker?' Susan jumped, turned and said, 'Good golly Sandy, you scared the shit out of me! Meet Anne, she's a member here and we're working on her lower body.' The goddess smiled showing the most beautiful set of teeth I've ever seen and looking at me said, 'I wouldn't mind working on her lower body myself!'"

"I was just setting on the workout bench with my mouth hanging open staring at the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. Of course, you've met Sandy so you know what I mean. She's unbelievable, isn't she? Well anyway, Susan introduced us and I stammered, 'Glad to meet you. Are you a member?' She said, 'Yes I am. Susan and I work out together all the time. It's a pleasure to meet you. Do you mind if I join you?'"

"Well to get to the good part, we finished the workout and went to the locker room. It was about 9:00pm and the showers were empty. The club was deserted and Susan said, 'I guess we're the last ones. I'll have to lock up.' Sandy said, 'Oh goody, we've got the place to ourselves. This is great!' I had no idea why she was so excited, but I was to soon find out."

"We got undressed and went into the shower room. I started showering and washing my hair. Sandy came up behind me and said, 'Here let me get your back.' Before I could open my mouth I felt her hands soaping my back down. She has such wonderfully strong but gently hands. She rubbed my shoulders and neck kneading and massaging my sore muscles. It felt fantastic. I just sort of stood there with my neck bent down enjoying the massage. Sandy moved her hands down to the small of my back and continued the massage. I was in heaven. Her hands then moved down to my ass. She was squeezing and spreading my cheeks. I was beginning to feel a little strange, but didn't move or say a word. She spread my cheeks and placed a finger right over my asshole. She moved her finger down from my asshole to the bottom of my pussy and started moving her finger up and down over my cunt. She pressed her body against mine and started kissing the back of my neck. I was getting both nervous and excited. I found myself spreading my legs and closing my eyes. Susan then came up in front of me and took my face in her hands and kissed me softly. I had never been kissed by a woman before, but I was in no condition to object. While Susan's tongue explored my mouth, Sandy was seriously finger fucking me from behind. Susan began moaning and broke the kiss. She bent down and starting sucking on my right nipple while she pinched my left nipple. God, I could barely stand up. I was having my nipples sucked and pinched and my pussy fingered by two gorgeous women!"

"Just as I was starting to cum, Sandy said, "Let's get this little whore down on a bench and fuck her silly and I want my cunt licked while I do it." They led me all wobbly-knee by the hand out of the shower room to the locker room and laid me on a bench. Sandy got between my legs and bent them back over my chest and put her face in my bush. I could see Susan getting on her knees behind Sandy."

"I was squeezing and sucking my tits and nipples while Sandy ate me out. She was using her finger on my pussy and asshole while she tongued my clit. I was going nuts! I felt myself beginning to cum and Sandy evidently sensed what was coming and she sped up her fingers and her tongue and pressed her mouth harder against my cunt. I really do not remember cumming. I just started screaming and kicking and acting stupid. I'd never felt anything like that. I was yelling things like, 'Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming.' and things like that. I could hardly breath."

"I finally came to, so to speak, and both Sandy and Susan were standing over me laughing. Sandy was hugging Susan from behind and playing with her tits. She looked down at me, smiled and said, 'Well Suzy girl, looks like we've got a convert!' Susan said, 'I certainly hope so. Let's show her how to do us, okay with you Anne?'"

"I was just a quivering blob of Jell-O by then and couldn't have resisted if I wanted to. Which, of course I didn't. I said, "Okay by me. Who's first?'

Sandy told Susan to assume the position while she demonstrated. She told me to watch carefully. Susan lay down on the floor and pulled her legs up over her shoulders. I knelt beside her and put my face down by her cunt. She has the hairiest pussy I've ever seen. Sandy lay down with her face just inches from Susan's cunt and spread Susan's pussy lips to reveal a little cock-like clit. I just stared at it. Sandy started to manipulate it between her fingers. Susan began to moan and squirm."

"'See what I'm doing to her clit? Now I'm going to finger fuck her with my other hand. After a little of that, I'm going to start using my tongue on her clit while I keep finger fucking her pussy and asshole. You can't give good head without using your hands. Remember that. That's for both sucking cock and pussy.' She then started fingering Susan's asshole and licking her clit with just the tip of her tongue. She started going faster and faster. Her tongue was moving so fast I could barely see it. Susan started acting just like I did. She was arching her back and moaning louder and louder. She staring yelling over and over, 'Oh god, I'm cumming.' As she began cumming, I was finger fucking myself like crazy. Susan and I both came together."

"As Susan and I caught our breath, Sandy looked at me and said, 'Okay girl, it's your turn.' She got on the floor, spread her legs and lifted them up. She looked between her legs at me and said, 'Get down there and start eating!' I did just that! While I was applying the lesson I just learned. Susan was finger fucking my asshole and licking my clit. I guess she was finger fucking herself too since all three of us came together."

"My first pussy eating was fantastic. You've seen her cunt, it's fabulous and smells and tastes wonderful. Well, we were all pretty well exhausted so we cleaned up got dressed and left the club. When we were in the parking lot walking to our cars, Sandy put her arm around me and kissed my ear lobe. She whispered, 'I really enjoyed you tonight. I want more. Do you?' I said, 'Oh yes!' She said, 'Why don't you come over Monday evening and have dinner with Bill and me. We can show you even more. I know you'll love Bill. He's a great fuck and hung like a horse.' I was sort of taken aback and didn't say anything at first. She smiled and said, 'It's okay. I won't let anything happen that you don't want. Trust me, okay?' I said. 'Okay, I guess it'll be all right. I'll see you Monday night.'"

"Well as you can imagine, I spent every minute until Monday anticipating that night. I finger fucked myself in bathrooms, as I drove, and in my bed just thinking about the experience with Susan and Sandy and what was to come with Sandy and Bill. Too bad you were at camp. I would have fucked and sucked your dick off. Anyway, Monday finally came and I drove over to their house."

"Sandy greeted me at the door. She was wearing a yellow print sundress and looked like the all American sweetheart. She leaned over and gave me a deep kiss and a big hug. As I was catching my breath, Mr. Wonderful stepped up and with a big toothy smile said, 'Glad you could come, Anne, Sandy has told me all about you. I've been waiting all weekend to meet you, and I can see Sandy didn't exaggerate your beauty.'

"I just stood there with my mouth open. I couldn't seem to make my voice work. Susan laughed and said, 'I told you he was a stud, didn't I? Let's go eat!'"

"Somehow I got through dinner. I have no idea what we had to eat. I was just staring at these two god-like creatures. My pussy was so wet I thought I'd slide off my chair. Sandy wasn't wearing a bra and I could see her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She kept smiling at me an licking her lips seductively. Bill was wearing tight blue jeans and a white T-shirt that showed off his fabulous chest and arm muscles. I must have looked like I was at a tennis match. My head was turning from one to the other like crazy."

"The meal ended and Sandy said let's go into to the den and relax. She put on some records, dimmed the lights and sat down beside me on the couch. Bill took a leather easy chair. Sandy put her arm around my neck and drew my face to hers. We kissed softly. Her tongue darted into my mouth exploring every inch. She began playing with my nipple, squeezing and rolling it between her thumb and index finger. I was quickly ready to go. I completely forgot about Bill and began unbuttoning Sandy's dress as fast as I could. I bent down and sucked a nipple into my mouth and started massaging it with my tongue. Her nipples are like bullets. They must stick out an inch or more and are thick and wonderful to sick on. But then you know all about that don't you?"

"We practically tore each other's clothes off. Neither of us was wearing underwear, so it didn't take long. We lay on the carpeted floor and ate and finger fucked each other's pussy until we came hard." 

"As I rolled over on my back, I noticed Bill in his chair. He had completely undressed and was sitting there grinning with this gigantic cock in his hand! Good god, I didn't know dicks got that big! It was as thick as my arm and looked like it was a foot long, although it's probably only 9-10 inches. It had this huge mushroom-like head. I couldn't take my eyes off of it."

"Sandy reached around me and took one of my breasts in her hand and began to tongue my ear. She said, 'Do you want that? Do you want that big hard cock in you? In your mouth, in your pussy, in your ass?' I just nodded my head. My voice was totally absent."

"Sandy asked, 'Have you ever sucked a cock, Anne?' I stammered, 'Nnnnooo." She said, 'Let me show you.'"

"She walked on her knees over to Bill's chair pulling me with her. She took IT in her hands (yes both hands) and started slowly pulling the skin up and down over that huge purple head. Drops of pre-cum oozed out of the tip and she leaned over an licked it off. As her hands continued to jerk him off, she tongued and sucked on the head. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and slowly swallowed the pole-like cock. She took in about six inches and moved her head slowly back up moving her hands right up behind her mouth. She began doing this in rhythm, slowly at first then faster. Bill's eyes were closed and his hips began working in the opposite direction as her head as he moaned in pleasure."

"I was becoming mesmerized watching this sexual dance. Sandy slowed her motion and looked over at me. She took that big cock out of her mouth and said, 'Okay, you little slut, it's your turn.' She took my hand and placed on Bill's dick. It was hard, but light to my touch. My hand didn't go around it. I slid my hand up and down its length using the wetness of Sandy's mouth as a lubricant. I added my other hand and stared at the monster as I jerked him off. Sandy leaned toward me and said, 'Now, suck on the head. Lick it and go down on it slowly. Make love to it.'"

"I leaned over and started licking the head. I tried to slip it into my mouth. I stretched my mouth as far as I could and pushed it in. It took all I could do just to start down. The head was firm and squishy. It felt like a huge wet fig as I moved it around in my mouth."

"Sandy said, 'Okay, breath through your nose and just bend down and swallow it. Take it slow at first and let it just slide to the back of your throat.' I followed her instructions and to my surprise, got about four inches in down to the top of my hands. I then began the rhythm that I saw Sandy do. As I got into it, I really began to enjoy it and started getting all wet again. As I was sucking Bill's pole, Sandy got down on her back behind me, spread my knees and lifted her mouth to my cunt. She tongued my clit and fingered my asshole as I slid Bill's dick in and out of my mouth. All of us started to moan and squirm, as we got closer to cumming. I could feel Bill's hips moving as he grabbed the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth harder and deeper. I thought I would choke, but managed to open my mouth and take more and more. I could feel his cock expand and jerk. Then he let go and an entire ocean of cum flooded my mouth and shot down my throat. I gagged and choked as I swallowed as much as I could. Sandy pulled Bill's cock out of my mouth still spurting thick creamy cum and shoved it into hers. She stroked it as fast as she could and finished him off his cum leaking out the sides of her mouth."

"Bill finally stopped the geyser and Sandy took his dick out of her mouth. She quickly leaned over to me and gave me a big open-mouthed kiss and we swapped and swallowed all of the remaining cum."

"We all were temporarily spent. Bill slumped in the chair while Sandy and I fell into each other's arms and just sort of giggled at each other."

"I said, 'Wow, that was unbelievable!'"

"Sandy said, 'We've just begun girl. Next we've got to get that totem pole up your cunt and ass."

"She went to the kitchen and got us glasses of ice water to wash down the cum." It didn't take long for Bill to get hard again as Sandy played with his cock. I laid down and slowly licked her pussy and fingered her asshole as she got him hard."

"When Bill's cock was standing proud again, Sandy looked at me and smiled and said, 'Okay, you little whore, get on your back!' I giggled and did as she said. Bill got down on his knees between my legs. Sandy pushed my legs up and placed them in the crook of my elbows. I reached around and spread my pussy lips open. Bill kneeled down and started rubbing the giant head of his cock on my clit. It was like electricity. He pushed it in my cunt slowly but steadily until he got the head and about one inch in. He pulled it back out, and then pushed in again. He repeated this several times going deeper each time. I was in heaven! I began to push my hips into him. I could feel his big cock stretching me open and gorging my insides. It felt fabulous. It was like nothing else I'd ever felt. I couldn't get enough. As Bill continued to slam his cock into me, Sandy started kissing me and sucking my tits. I thought I was going to pass out. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. It was so intense! My whole body began to shutter and shake. I couldn't get my breath. I'm sure I was moaning and maybe screaming. I was thrashing around like a fish out of water. Then I began the longest cum of my life. I just came and came. I think I did actually pass out for a second or two. When I cam to, Bill was leaning over me with his dick still shoved up my pussy. Sandy leaned over and kissed us both and whispered, 'Good job, guys! Well what do think kid, do you like my stud?' I just smiled and sighed."

"After about twenty minutes of rest, Bill leaned over to Sandy and said, 'She's got one more hole.' Sandy said, 'Let's get busy'. She turned to me and said, 'I'll show you how it's done. You're going to love this, sweetheart!'"

"Sandy took my hand and led me into the bedroom with Bill following. His dick was swinging between his legs like a big horse cock as he walked. We got to the bed and Sandy jumped on it and pulled me down with her. She lay on her back and told Bill to come and get it."

"Bill leaned down and started eating her out. As he did this, I sucked on her tits. After she was completely wet and ready, Bill kneeled between her legs as she brought them up and held them in her elbows. She reached down and spread her ass cheeks. Bill wet his finger in her cunt juices and slipped his finger in her asshole. He fingered her for a while, and then slipped in two fingers, then three. Sandy was obviously enjoying this. She took my hand and placed it on her clit and I started finger fucking her."


The Lesson



"Bill then took his cock in his hand and began pushing it into her ass. He got the head in and slowly kept pushing it in until about four inches were in. He pulled it back then started fucking her in the ass slipping his big cock in deeper each stroke. Sandy pulled her legs back further to increase the angle and let Bill in further. Then they begin to fuck in rhythm. I had to pull my hand back before it was broken. They fucked furiously. As Bill was getting closer to cumming, they slowed down and he said. 'Alright, Anne it's your turn.' Sandy put me on my back and got between my legs and started eat my pussy with a fury. I gasp and started hunching her face. She got me good and wet then got up as Bill replaced her between my legs. He knelt and placed his finger in my wet asshole repeating what he'd done to Sandy. As he fingered my ass, Sandy fingered my cunt. I could feel them press their fingers together inside me. I was really getting hot. Bill put his dick up to my ass and started pushing it in. It was uncomfortable at first. Sandy pulled my legs back improving the angle and allowing Bill's cock to slip in further. I could feel Sandy feeling his cock with her fingers in my pussy. Bill started fucking my ass harder and deeper. I just held on and enjoyed. He filled every crevice of my ass. He fucked me like a stallion. I felt him jerk as his dick exploded in my ass. Sandy jerked it out and shoved in her mouth and sucked him dry. With cum running down her cheeks, she leaned over and we kissed passionately again swapping and swallowing cum."

"Needless to say, all of us were totally spent. I was sore all over. I felt great, but exhausted. I must have dosed off. I awoke with Sandy's soft lips kissing me gently. She whispered, 'You'd better get up. It's almost 11:00pm and you have to get home.'"


"As I was getting dressed, Sandy asked me if I had a boyfriend. I told her about you and she and Bill smiled at each other and he said, 'You know Bobby, huh. So do we. In fact we know him really well.'"

"Then they told me all about you and them. About how they taught you how to eat pussy and suck cock, and fuck. It got me all hot all over again."

I said, "Well, I guess we both owe them a lot. That was an incredible story. My dick is all hard again. Come over here and let me try out that little asshole of yours."

She scooted over and leaned back lifting her legs and spreading her asshole open for me. I ate her pussy and asshole, then fucked her ass until I was ready to cum. She told me she wanted me to cum in her mouth, so I pulled out at the last moment and she sucked me dry.

We managed to get dressed and put ourselves back together just as her Mom pulled into the driveway.



The Lesson



By Kidthor and the Naughty Miss X

"You have been naughty again haven't you?"

Her head down, she nodded slightly, biting her lip. He knew that she was well aware of what was to come. He could already feel his desire growing. He was sure that she had been naughty on purpose. She needed this as badly as he did. All daylong he had waited for her to return, knowing what must surely happen. Now the time was at hand.

He stood there for a moment and admired her form. Her fiery red hair, her smoldering eyes, and alabaster skin. Her generous breasts stretching at the thin cotton of her white t-shirt. She was a vision.

"Turn around and face the bed. Place your arms behind your back." She did and he produced a silk scarf. He gently wrapped it around her wrists, it's bright red hue in sharp contrast to her porcelain flesh. He tied a loose knot in the scarf and tugged on it gently to make sure it was secure, but not too secure. 

"This is so you don't touch yourself. No matter how much you want to, naughty girls do not get that privilege. He then gently guided her face down on to the bed. He reached underneath her hips and unbuttoned her jeans. Her pelvis slowly ground into his hand as he unzipped them. He left his hand there for a moment and then quickly withdrew it.

"That's cheating. You don't know when to quit do you?"

He slid her jeans off and stopped to admire her. She wore white, lacey thong underwear. The smooth pale flesh of her behind beckoned to him. He slid a pillow beneath her hips and her bottom was even lovelier as it jutted into the air.

He sat on the bed beside her and began slowly rubbing his slightly rough textured hands over her smooth, silky bottom. He could feel her hips arch as she pressed herself further towards his touch. A soft, slow moan escaped her lips.

Slap! He didn't strike her very hard, but it surprised her and she moaned louder. The soft skin of her bottom had become flushed, and there was a white mark where he had hit her. It disappeared quickly as the blood rushed back into the area. 

"Ohhh." Her breathing became labored as he continued to caress her bottom. He was beginning to feel his own passion straining against his jeans.

Slap! A little harder this time and she responded with more of the same. She was starting to grind her hips into the pillow. He could see that her face was flushed beneath her fiery strands of hair. She was biting her lip again.

Slap! Harder still as a whimper escaped her lips. 

"Have you learned your lesson yet?"

"Yes, oh yes."

"Wrong. I say when you've learned your lesson." She writhed as he began to glide a new object over her bottom. It was smooth. Cool to the touch. It's coolness left goose bumps in its wake. He slid the object over her now rosy bottom, down the length of one leg and up the length of the other one. The object slid towards the inside of her thighs and as it did so she parted her legs slightly. When she did, he slid the object even further in between her thighs. Its cool smooth hardness grazed her wetness, and she shuddered.

"Mmmm."

"You like that?"

"Yes."

"How about this?" As he spoke he rolled the object over on her bare bottom. The other side was bristly and slowly dragged it across her willing flesh. The brush left a trail of red along her behind. Once again, he ran it the length of her legs. Her moans were more frequent now. More urgent.

With his other hand he reached beneath her chest and fondled her ample breasts through the fabric of her t-shirt. He could feel her insistent nipples harden beneath his touch. He moved her hair from the back of her neck, bent, and began lightly kissing the nape of her neck. He showered her neck with his hot, moist breath and then whispered in her ear.

"What do you want?"

"You know what I want," she managed between moans.

"Tell me. What do you want."

"Touch me," she gasped. "Touch me now."

He put the brush aside and his hand found it's way between her thighs. He could feel the moistness of her panties and it only served to remind him how hard he was. She gasped as his fingers found their way inside her panties. He could feel her clitoris, already hard and begging for attention. Effortlessly, he slid a finger inside her. Instantly it was coated in her juices. She raised her hips to meet his probing finger moaning loudly as she did so. With his free hand he began to untie the scarf.

"Don't touch yourself yet. I'm going to turn you over." He rolled her over, and as he did his hand slipped from between her legs. Then she was lying on her back, flushed and panting, looking at him as he watched her. He brought his slick finger to his mouth and licked it clean. She moaned again, but before she could speak he was lifting her t-shirt over her arms. He tossed it aside without a second thought, but then he removed her panties and held them to his nose, breathing in her musk-like aroma.

"You smell so good for such a naughty girl. Don't think you're off the hook though. Put your arms above your head." She did as he said. He knelt beside her on the bed and began to retie her arms. As he did, her elbow rubbed against his inflamed member, sending an involuntary shudder through him. She noticed and put more pressure on his crotch. He let her rub him for a moment longer and then pulled away. He took one of her breasts in hand and began to knead it as he lightly kissed her nipple. Once again, his hand found it's way between her legs, and his finger slipped inside her quickly building to it's former rhythm. The heel of his hand pressed against her clitoris and she ground her hips into it. 

She began moaning harder now as he gently bit her nipple and held it there while his tongue flipped over it. He could feel her juices running from her and coating his hand. He started softly kissing a trail down her stomach leaving traces of his saliva to evaporate on her searing flesh as he went. The closer he got to her wetness, the more she moaned. Finally his hot breath enveloped her mound. Her legs were spread completely open now and she gave a wanton growl as his lips touched her burning clitoris.

"Oh my God. Yes."

His tongue softly explored her folds and lightly flicked over her clitoris as his fingers continued to slide in her. He could feel her juices running over his mouth. She tasted divine. Her body was now bucking against him, and her breathing was becoming heavier with every thrust. Suddenly her body convulsed in a series of orgasms. She ground her hips into his face as her pleasure flowed from her. He did not stop his fingers or his tongue until she ceased her movement. When she had, he looked at her, his face covered in her passion. He leaned over her and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips.

"I want to taste you." She looked at him with an undeniable hunger in her eyes. The look sent a jolt right through him and he realized then how hard he was. His penis strained against the fabric of his jeans and seeing the look on her face only made him harder. 

"Untie me." He nearly ripped the scarf from her hands and tossed it away. She sat on the edge of the bed in her naked glory and looked him up and down with a devilish grin on her face.

"Strip for me." Without a word, he pulled his t-shirt over his head. His chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweet and his nipples were slightly hard. He unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped them. He could see her eyes follow the zipper all the way down. He let his jeans drop around his ankles. She drank him in as he stood before her, his hardness straining at the waistband of his black, boxer briefs. 

She hooked a finger in the waistband and pulled him closer. He tripped over the jeans around his ankles and nearly fell over her on the bed. He kissed her again and as he did so, she slid his briefs off. Her hands found his swollen member, and her touch sent a jolt of pure sexual electricity through him. She bent down and slowly started placing small licks and kisses around his manhood, then she looked him straight in the eyes and took it into her mouth. His eyes locked with hers and the feeling of her mouth surrounding him was nearly enough to send him over the edge. She had his entire length inside her now and her gaze never faltered. Their eyes stayed locked together. He ran his hands through her fiery hair, and as he did so, she ran a hand over his chest, softly pinching his nipples. The look in her eyes as she continued to devour him was too intense. He needed more. He pulled her head away from his hips and gave her a long deep kiss.

"I want to be inside you. I need to be." 

She stood next to him and turned him so that he was next to the bed. She pushed him down so that he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at her and their eyes locked again. This had started out as his lesson to her, but he had nothing more to teach. The roles were reversed now. She was the teacher, he was the student, and he wanted so badly to learn from her.

She placed a hand on each of his shoulders, straddled him, and slowly eased him inside of her. It felt so good as her snug wetness enveloped him. She shuddered and gave a tiny moan as they began rocking back and forth. She draped her arms around his neck and he found her breasts again, swaying in front of him. Her moaning grew more fevered as he sucked on her nipples. He could feel her respond as her muscles tightened around him. They locked their gaze upon one another and then they were one rhythm, one breath, and one heartbeat. A sexual entity. Two parts of a whole each in perfect syncopation with the other.

He gripped her hips tightly and quickened the pace of their rhythm. He was close and he knew that she was as well. She was moaning loudly now, and he replied in animal-like grunts. They were both dripping with sweat, their hair matted to their foreheads.

With a powerful snarl, he gripped her tightly to him, shuddered and came thundering inside her. Her body convulsed and she cried out as she reached her peak. They sat there in each other's arms, breathing heavily and trembling with aftershocks. He could feel their combined juices flowing over his thighs. He kissed her once more and smiled at her.

"Thanks for the lesson, Baby."

"Anytime."

They tumbled backward onto the bed in a jumble of sweaty bodies and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.



The Lesson



You come home from work, opening the door to see me lying on the bed, my white stockinged legs crossed and in the air as I study the book in front of me. I'm on my stomach, deep in thought, my short plaid skirt almost exposing my ass, a mostly unbuttoned white shirt giving you a clear view of my breasts. Your brow raises slightly as you stand in the doorway, your eyes traveling over my body. I shiver under your gaze, and glance up from the book.

"Hello, " I murmur, smiling at you, and pull one wavy brown pigtail, running my fingers through it.

You grin back. "Well, hello,"  you answer. "What're you reading?"

I sigh a little and look back to the book. "W.W. Norton... it's for school. Damn psychology classes..."

You laugh. "I see... why is it damned now?"

"Um... well... I didn't study enough for the Freud quiz... and I think I did badly on it..." I look back up at you and smile,  sitting up and kneeling in front of you. "I can study this later, though..." I reach one hand under my skirt to touch my wet pussy, our eyes locked.

You frown. "Did badly, hmm? That's not good... I think you should be more focused on this homework..." You trail off, watching me as  I rub my forefinger over my clit. Then you smile.

I pout. "I can't focus on it... I try, but it's so uninspiring."

"I see." You run your hand through one pigtail, smiling a little more at my pout. "Aww, poor thing... my little blonde can't keep up with her reading?"

I stick out my tongue. "I'm not blonde!"

You tsk at me. "Don't stick out your tongue unless you plan to use it.."

In answer, I jump up, giving you a hug and licking your cheek quickly before I flee. Soon you've caught me, and my arms are pinned beneath yours as I lean against the wall. 

Your breath is hot in my ear as you whisper, "So, my little schoolgirl slut... you wish to be provocative? Then you pay the price..." You turn me around, and smack my ass with your hand once. "Hmm..." you say, lifting the skirt and placing your hand over my cunt. "You're quite wet, my little whore," you say softly into my ear, that quiet calm control I adore.

I turn my head so I can look at you and say saucily, "Well, I've been playing with myself all day, I should hope I would be..."

You whirl me around to face you. "Without my permission? You've been masturbating without leave?"

I only smile not-so-innocently.

With a low growl, you sit on the bed, pulling me over your lap as I swallow hard, knowing I was about to get what was coming to me. Roughly you push the skirt to my waist, pulling my black cotton panties down and slapping my ass hard.

"Count," you order me.

I waver a little. "One?" I manage.

Another slap.

"Two."

And another.

"Three."

My eyes begin to tear as you slap harder, counting up to 15 strokes. You gently push me off your lap, whispering again in my ear, "You like that, don't you? My little slut..." Then you make me stand, and lean against the wall.

I feel your hand slide over my inner thigh and I moan.

"Oh," you say, eyes gleaming. "So is that what you want?"

I nod.

"Spread," you command, and I obediently spread my legs for you as you plunge your fingers into my waiting pussy. "Mmm..." you say. "Nice and smooth... and so wet... what is a schoolgirl to do?"

I just moan and wriggle a bit.

You grin. "Bend over," you say, and I do, feeling your hands all over my ass, spreading my juices over it, the skirt just lifted up and falling around my hips. I sigh a little and you whisper, "You know, my little slave... you've been rather disobedient..." You slap my ass hard again and I yelp. I hear your pants unzip and unbutton, and suddenly your cock is inside me, filling me, your balls hitting my raw pink ass.

You fuck me then, all bent over for your pleasure, your hand in my hair as you tell me what I am to you... your slave, your lover, and your whore... Together we move, your cock pounding into me as you fuck me hard, my ass and pussy eagerly pressing against your cock in an effort to get you deeper. I moan loudly as you plunge into me, my eyes half closed as my body shivers and I cry out, "Oh, please, Master, permission to cum!"

"Denied," you say, smiling, and I groan, feeling the orgasm building up inside me. You continue to fuck me, so hard my entire body shakes, my hips pushing towards yours, meeting every stroke.

You pull my head back by my hair. "Whose slut are you?"

"Yours," I whisper.

You pull back a little harder. "Whose are you? I can hardly hear you..."

I gasp out, "Oh, Master, I am yours, completely yours, please let me cum, Sir, please!"

I feel your tongue lick my ear as you whisper, "Now you may..."

I push my body against yours, body shaking from my own sweet orgasm. I feel your cum explode inside me and I feel like I'm floating...

We collapse onto the bed, snuggling up next to each other... and as I drift to sleep, I hear you in my ear... "Perhaps, my dear, I should tutor you more often..."



The Lesson



She sits in her chair waiting for Him to come in and start the class, she fidgets anxious to see Him again. She feels a shiver go throughout her body as she thinks of Him, feeling her pussy moisten. He finally walks in, and takes up position behind His desk, almost right in front of her. He looks up and glances at her for just a second, but it’s enough to start her heart beating faster. 

He begins the class, almost from the moment he starts the class, she is off in another world. Listening to His voice, she imagines Him saying other things to her. Telling her what a slutty girl she is, how wonton she is. She hears Him call her name, as she realizes He has asked her a question. Not having a clue what the question is she very quietly says she doesn’t know. He asks her to speak up, that He didn’t hear her. She swallows and says that she wasn’t paying attention. He leans down and looks right into her eyes and asks her what she felt was more important than His class. She quickly looks down and fidgets, having no desire to tell Him in front of the class that she was thinking about how it would feel to have Him use her. She mumbles something incoherent. He stands up straight and tells her to get up out of her chair. She starts to get upset, thinking He is going to kick her out of the class. 

Just before she opens her mouth to speak, He looks at her and tells her to go to the corner of the room, and face the wall. At first she wants to object, but before she can He leans close to her and tells her He knows what she’s been thinking of. She gasps in surprise, and looks into His eyes. She sees that He does indeed know what has been on her mind lately. She does as He instructed. 

She goes to the corner and faces the wall, she senses Him come up behind her. He puts a hand on her shoulder and tells her to bend at the waist until her hands are flat against the wall. Very confused, she turns to look at Him, and question Him about it. He can see in her eyes that she will not do this willingly. He turns to the class and calls over the 2 largest guys in the class. He looks at he and tells her to turn around and face Him. Once she has turned around, He lifts her face so that she has to look into His eyes as He tells the guys to force her to her knees. She starts to object, she never wanted Him this way, she wanted it private, just the 2 of them. 

She is scared and very nervous as she looks around the room at her other classmates, she sees differing looks on them, the guys look pleased and eager, while the girls just look like they swallowed the canary. She knows that most of the other students have been in this class for longer than she has, but she is surprised that they are doing nothing to stop this. 

She looks up at Him and with tears starting in her eyes she begs Him not to do it like this. He grins at her and informs her she will be begging for many things but not for it to stop. She hears the other students’ chuckle. The tears that she was trying to hold back start to spill over, He motions a guy over and tells him to show her what this class is all about and what lessons she must learn.

As the guy steps up to her, the 2 holding her force her to her knees, forcing her arms behind her. As she tries once more to protest, the boy standing in front of her takes advantage and thrusts his cock inside her mouth. At first she tries to force it out with her tongue, when she hears Him call her name. She looks up at Him, and when He knows she is listening, He tells her to make Him proud and she will get that which she craves so much. Thinking that she will only have to endure having this one boy’s cock in her mouth to please Him, she nods her agreement. He smiles and sits down close by where He can see everything. 

She turns her attention to the cock in her mouth. She starts to suck on it; she tries not to think about what is happening. Hoping that it will be over soon, she closes her eyes. As soon as she does she hears Him calling her again, she opens her eyes and looks at Him. He tells her to keep he eyes open and on Him, that He wants to see her shame and humiliation in her eyes. She moans not wanting this but at the same time she starts to notice that there is a strange feeling inside her. She shies away from it, not wanting to explore it right now.

Before she realizes it the boy in front of her has cum, he did not remove his cock from her mouth and she is forced swallow it. Relief floods through her as she thinks that it is over. She looks to Him to see if He is pleased, and is taken aback by the glint in His eyes. She knows what He plans for her during this class; she starts to shake her head. To deny it, to deny Him. He gets up and walks over close to her and crouches so He is close to her face. She looks down feeling embarrassed and ashamed that her classmates are seeing her like this. Yet at the same time she can’t deny the thrill that is going through her that He is the one insisting this be done to her. He lifts her face, so she must look into His eyes. He tells her that she will do this if she wishes to please Him.

He can see the internal struggle she is fighting in her eyes. Wanting to please Him and not knowing how to deal with the shame and embarrassment. Finally He sees that the desire has won out, for now. He knows that she is going to learn much about shame and embarrassment, even pleasure in this lesson. With only the slightest of nods she lets Him know that she will 

Co-operate. He stands up and takes His seat again, watching her face and body movements. 

He nods to the next boy in line, indicating he may have his turn now using her mouth. She can feel her face turning red, feeling so vulnerable before Him. She doesn’t understand how she can be feeling anything but anger and shame at being treated this way. But she does she can feel the beginnings of a desire unlike any she has ever felt before. Even now she can feel her pussy begin moisten as the next boy prepares to put his cock into her mouth for her to suck. All the time keeping eye contact with Him. 

He is thrilled and turned on by watching her struggle with the emotions bubbling inside her knowing that shortly it will be time to move on to the next part of the lesson. He feels His body respond to her, seeing how natural she is at serving and performing. He starts to become anxious for what will come later, when this lesson is over and He begins the next one. Bringing His mind back to what is happening in front of Him. He watches as she sucks the cock in her mouth, so enthusiastic, instinctively knowing just how to move to please the boy the most. Only His own control over His body keeps it from showing how pleased He is with her already.

He thinks back to the first time He saw her, it was at a school function, He couldn’t remember what it was for now. She was mostly by herself, at first He only noticed her because of her eyes, they looked so innocent and yet at the same time so very weary and wise. He watched her for awhile wondering if she was a student or a new teacher here. He noticed her movements they were very sensual. He watched, as men seem to be drawn towards her. He notices that He can now barely see her through the crowd around her. He decides to go and introduce Himself to her and find out what He can. Deciding then and there that He wanted her. Wanted to see her on her knees. 

When he gets to the edge of the crowd, he starts to listen to the conversation going on around her. They are discussing with her the different classes offered and which ones she is taking. He then notices that she is now watching Him as well not paying attention to the others around her. Some one prods her, she glances at the person speaking to her, and answers after a moment. He feels a little jolt go through Him as He realizes that she is going to be taking His class. Without a care for who is speaking to her at that moment, He steps closer to her and tells her that He is teaching that class. She looks up at Him with a little smile on her face, and introduces herself to Him. 

He comes back to the present and the lesson being taught in front of Him. He smiles, enjoying the view of her on her knees, she looks just as desirable as He had hoped she would. He runs His eyes over her body; He is a little surprised when He notices that already the insides of her thighs are glistening with her shame and desire. He decides to move on a little further in the lesson. 

He instructs the boys to bring her to the front of the class. He gestures for the guys holding her to lift her up without letting go of her. He watches her as the boy who’s cock she was sucking takes it out of her mouth and the boys holding her help her stand, and walk her to the front of the class without letting go. He sees the momentary confusion cross her face. Watches as she flushes with embarrassment as she realizes she was enjoying that. He tells the boys holding her to bend her over His desk. Once she is bent He tells the boys to place a hand on her back at her shoulders and use the other to hold her arms above her head. 

They do as they are instructed, this places her hands very close to both of their cocks. She places her face down into the desk trying to hide, making fists trying to deny the wanton desire that is coursing through her. She thinks that this can’t be happening to her, that it must be a dream. Suddenly her head comes up and her eyes fly open as she hears and feels a hand land heavily on her butt. She quickly turns her head and sees Him standing close to her, His hand still on her bottom. He points to His chair and says to her that He is going to sit there so He can watch her, and that she mustn’t look away from Him for even a second. That He wants to watch as she learns and comes to term with what she is. 

She starts to say something, but it is quickly forgotten as His hand falls again, this time a little harder. She gasps and moans, he smiles, and says that those are the only sounds He wants to hear from her. That when He wants more than that He will let her know. She starts to feel very embarrassed as she feels Him starting to lift her skirt, waiting for the teasing and laughter she knows will come when they see she wasn’t wearing any panties. She hears the boys start to chuckle. She hears some of the girls whispering that she’s a slut and a whore not wearing any panties like that.

She wants to hide her face, feeling so humiliated. She had hoped to get Him alone after class to show Him, never did she think He would found out like this. She feels His hand continue to slide her skirt up over her hips so that her butt and pussy are exposed. Instinctively she puts her legs together, she feels hands around each ankle, pulling her legs apart. He asks if anyone has anything that can be used to tie the whores legs open. She feels her entire body flush with shame, she thinks she should never have gotten out of bed this morning. Two of the girls come forward and mention that they have some silk scarves that might do.

He tells the girls to go ahead and do it themselves. Each one ties her legs to the legs of His desk. She hears one of the girl’s whisper to her that she is going to get what she deserves now, and that she is going to enjoy watching them use her for their own amusement. She doesn’t know who it belongs to but she feels a hand rub her pussy. She assumes it’s one of the girls since she hears one of them laugh afterward. 

He sits down in His chair; He leans forward and goes into one of the drawers, when He leans back He has a wooden paddle in His hand. He can sense some of the panic that is inside her, knowing she needs a little reassurance, He leans forward and very quietly tells her that she is doing fine and to go with her feelings, to revel in them. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself. He passes the paddle to one of the girls and tells her to have at it, while she continues to suck. 

The first smack lands hard on her butt, making her gasp. Before she can make any other sound, a cock is placed in her mouth. She closes her eyes and tries to imagine that this isn’t happening to her like this. The second hit is even harder, she hears Him telling her to open her eyes. She opens them quickly as the third one lands. The girl holding the paddle laughs and tells her to suck harder, to put more effort into it. She moans and tries to ignore the feeling growing inside her, she doesn’t want to admit that she is being turned on by this.

The girl with the paddle passes it off to the next one, they continue to beat her with the paddle, sometimes landing on her thighs. She is moaning uncontrollably now with every hit, feeling her butt getting sore. She can also feel the ache between her legs as her pussy aches for a cock. She begining to forget where she is and only feels what is going on in her body and can only hear His voice. 

She feels embarrassed and ashamed when she hears Him telling the class to take a look at the slut’s very wet pussy, one of the boys looks to Him and asks if he can play with it. He nods His approval. She feels the boy’s fingers sliding into her pussy probing and pushing it’s way inside. She feels him taking and using both hands to poke and prod her pussy. She is wiggling as much as she can, she hears the class begin a chant, calling her a slut and a whore. As embarrassed as she feels, she also feels the excitement running through her veins, at being used in such a manner. Her whole body starts to quiver as she finally lets go and just enjoys the sensations. 

The boy who’s cock she is sucking can feel the difference in her and cums instantly. The next boy steps up as the girls continue to beat her ass and call her a slut. One of the girls decides she wants a go at playing with her pussy, she tells the boy playing with her pussy to move out of the way. She sits down on the floor between her tied legs and looks up at a couple of guys and asks them if they can hold her pussy open so she can lick it. She can feel them spread her pussy lips wide open so she is completely exposed. She feels the first tentative touches of the girl’s tongue on her clit. Her body starts to quiver immediately, she wants to cum all over the girl’s face but she is being too inconsistent, to allow her to cum. 

Her whole body is twitching now. She can’t even suck the cocks in her mouth now, they have to fuck her mouth now, and she has become nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure. Only thinking of pleasing them all but mostly Him. She has enough presence of mind to look towards Him, she sees that He knows the stage she has reached now. The grin on His face tells her that He is very pleased with her. 

Suddenly she hears the bell ring signaling the end of class, she hears grumbles and moans as they file out of the class. She waits to be untied, so that she too may leave, although she really does not want to. She hears the lock turn on the class room door. She turns her head to try and figure out hat is going to happen now. She sees Him walking towards her, His pleasure openly showing now. As He reaches her He places a hand on her back and runs it down her back, over her red bottom, and down her legs to the silk scarves. He unties one of her legs, she starts to stand but He places His hand in the middle of her back and pushes her back down. He leans close to her ear and whispers for her not to move just yet. 

She starts quivering again knowing He is looking at every part of her, enjoying seeing her looking very vulnerable and flushed with need and desire. He again runs His hand down her back, and starts to go over her bottom. He stops and suddenly she feels the sting of His hand As He continues to run His hand down her leg to the other silk scarf, He tells her she is never to do anything without His permission first when alone in His presence. She quietly says that she will remember. When He has untied her other leg, His hand works it way back up her leg to the very spot where she wants and needs His touch so badly, she moans with the contact of His hand on her pussy. When He hears her moan, He slips 2 fingers inside her, she gasps at the instant pleasure that He has started again. She moans even louder, and He pulls His fingers out and puts them in front of her face. He leans down and grabs her hair and pulls her head up, and ells her to suck her juices of His fingers. 

Eagerly she does as He instructs, once His fingers have been cleaned, he tells her to stand up. When she does she feels the unreality of the situation wear off and she feels very embarrassed to have willingly let the entire class have at her. She feels His fingers under her chin He lifts her face so that she must look at Him. He smiles gently and tells her to touch His cock, to feel how pleased He is but her willingness to submit to her wanton side. She touches His cock through His pants and instantly she feels her pussy respond to His hardness wanting so much to feel it inside her. She moans as she pulls her hand away. 

He sits down at His desk and starts writing on a piece of paper. When He is done He hands the paper to her and tells her it is a note to explain why she is late for her next class. Shocked that He might have put the truth she looks at the note, but it is just saying that He needed to talk to her, She let’s out a little sigh of relief. She looks up as she hears Him chuckle; He hands her another piece of paper. As He does He tells her that he expects her promptly at 9pm, not a minute late. She nods as she looks at this second piece of paper. It has instructions on it on how to get to His place, and some other things. She quickly tucks it away. As she leaves His classroom, she is wondering if it was all just a dream. 



The Lesson



She doesn’t know what she did or why he isn’t talking to her. Her master told her to wait, be patient, the answers will come. She is Master Aynes Dracu’s favorite pet, and his most prized submissive female. She is his top submissive and she is always by his side, or at his feet. That is until now. 

Master Dracu has many submissive students in various states of training. His top submissive made a crucial mistake.

Alone in the “punishment corner” Master Dracu’s favorite pet listens as her master flogs another Submissive. Favorite pet is blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back. She is sitting naked on a high bar stool. She is not allowed to slouch. The sensuous swish of the flogger echoes through the quiet dungeon, landing against the sensitive skin of a new female submissive’s lower breasts. The flogger’s leather ends crack into favorite pet’s lonely senses, causing her to ache with desire. And she can hear another submissive groan at the anticipation of pleasure. Sadly, it isn’t her. Why?

“You must not do what she did,” decries Master as he points to the “punishment corner.”

“Yes Sir.” She strains against her restraints. The subby shudders because she knows that another smack of the flogger is coming. “What has she done sir?”

“That is Master to you subby.” Master is silent for several minutes as he examines the restraints used on the submissive in front of him. He then goes over to the wall and gets a large brown flogger. It is the largest flogger in his collection and his favorite.

The next swing of his flogger brings her a little closer to orgasm. Swish! Then another swish, then another. 

“Spread your legs.” 

She complies with eagerness. Master retrieves a four foot long spreader bar. The restrained subby can’t seem to spread her legs wide enough. He attaches one ankle brace to her left ankle, then gently kisses and nibbles on her right leg, coaxing it to move out farther. She is at her limit! Her legs spread wide as she stands restrained against the flogging post. Now her right ankle is affixed to the other end of the spreader bar. If not for the restraint of her arms she would collapse into a mound of aching muscles.

From the punishment corner comes quiet moans and soft whimpering. Favorite pet begins to slouch. Then a crack of a whip, “sit up straight.” Another crack of the whip, this time its wicked end tickles favorite pet’s back. She arches her back, has the need to release her orgasm, but mustn’t. She doesn’t have master’s permission. 

Lord Dracu strides over to the punishment corner and gently strokes his subby’s hair, pulling it firmly at the base of her neck. This is a signal from him that things are okay, that she is safe within his wishes. “You must learn patience.” He gently kisses her left ear, not enough to make her come, but almost. Then she is alone again still not knowing what she has done wrong. 

Master is now back at the flogging post. He has produced a vibrating blue dildo. He turns it on and begins to probe his other subby’s exposed anus. She moans with pleasure and fear as she tries to escape her manacles. The chains rattle and clank

“Be still,” he commands!

“Yes Master.”

He slowly starts to insert the dildo. “This is an initiation that all my subbys must go through.” 

In the punishment corner there is silence. She knows all to well about the initiation. The wetness in her groin increases, and her own butt plug begins to become loose in its own confined environment.

“I will become your master when this is over.” He has inserted the head of the blue dildo into her anus. She moans and flinches in pain, but she is wetter now than she has ever been. 

“Yes please,” she whimpers.

“SILENCE!” Master produces a wooden paddle and smacks her right butt cheek. He removes the dildo and undoes her restraints. Then he takes her into the next room and closes the door.

This is odd favorite pet wonders as she sits alone in the punishment corner. He didn’t finish the initiation. What could that mean? Perhaps the new subby won’t be her sister after all. 

Several minutes pass. In the dungeon there is only silence. Behind the door where master and new initiate went there is only silence. They are in there well over an hour before the door opens and a fully dressed woman walks out. She has her head down and is walking quickly toward the exit. She didn’t pass master’s final test.

“She is not worthy of my attention. Can you tell me why my pet?”

“No Master.”

“She could not address me in the proper way.” Master approaches the punishment corner. He has a warm and caring look on his face. “Let this be a lesson to you. Always show me respect.” He is massaging her shoulders. She knows from his touch that she is safe, and that her master loves her.



The Lesson



Stretching out on the couch, Phoenix idly flicked through the channels on the TV, stopping every so often to watch the antics on the talk shows. She surveyed the room from her vantage point; Rob would be home soon, and he'd be pissed that she'd done nothing all day. He'd specifically told her to clean up the house, and like an unruly child, she hadn't. 

Phoenix took one last drag of her cigarette before putting it out, blowing wispy gray rings as she exhaled. That would send him into orbit, Rob hated her smoking, and especially in the house. She smiled wickedly to herself as she heard the gravel outside crunch under the tires of his car. Let the games begin...

A very tired looking Rob stumbled through the door, dropping his jacket and boots off at the door. He hated his job, factory work; the only thing good about it was that it paid the bills. He was just an employee number there, the only time anyone took notice of him was when shit was running downhill and they needed a short stop. The best part of Rob's day was when the whistle blew and he could leave; leave and come home to Phoenix. Here, he could be the man he really was, not some monkey on a production line.

The acrid smell of cigarette smoke was the first thing that assaulted Rob's senses as he walked into the room. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he snapped.

"What? I'm not doing anything," Phoenix stated, very matter-of-factly.

"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about! Jeezuz Phoenix, you know how much I hate that shit in the house!"

"Yeah, so?" Phoenix flashed a quick glance at Rob, as she tossed her head back in defiance. She could tell he was getting pretty agitated. This was working out well.

Impudent little bitch, he thought to himself. Rob looked around the living room; it was a disaster. "Didn't I tell you to clean up a bit today? What's up with you?" Even though he was asking, he already knew the answer. His entire being knew the answer, and quivered in anticipation of what was to come.

"Cause I didn't feel like it." Phoenix took a deep breath as she prepared to deliver the final blow. "Besides, what makes you think you can tell me what to do?"

"Excuse me? I don't think I heard that quite right," growled Rob as he advanced toward her.

Phoenix recoiled on the couch, as though she had some form of invisible escape, her eyes still shining with mischief and rebelliousness, as she looked into his, clouded with anger, amusement, and yes, excitement.

Rob's big hand shot out and grabbed Phoenix roughly by the chin, pulling her away from the couch and onto her feet. "I think you've forgotten just whose fucking house this is bitch," he snarled menacingly into her face. She tried to turn away from him, but his grip on her tightened, the pressure on her jaw just at the point of pain. Still holding her close, the fingers of his other hand trailed through her hair. "I'm really not very happy with you right now, I'd suggest coming up with a way to improve my mood, and soon."

Phoenix knew exactly what he meant, his erection obvious, throbbing against her as he pressed himself to her. "Make me," she hissed at him.

A sharp pain radiated from the back of her head, as her hair was yanked, slamming her to the floor. Rob's hand stayed wound in her hair, forcing her to look up at him as his other hand worked at his jeans. Finally freed of its fabric prison, his thick, muscular cock sprung out, like a cobra looking for prey. Angrily swollen, it searched the air, looking for relief.

Rob slid his free hand over Phoenix's jaw line, coming to rest right at the hinge. Applying slight pressure, it forced her to open her mouth, just a little, but enough. With a rough growl, he thrust himself past her lips and into the sanctuary of her warm mouth.

Serenity washed over Phoenix as she stopped her charade of resisting and started pleasuring her man instead, while gazing up at him in adoration and worship. This was hardly punishment for being a brat, she mused, she liked what was happening. Slowly, unconsciously, her hand slid under her own skirt, her fingers sliding over the wet material barely covering her pussy.

Rob flicked his foot at her, ripping her hand away, and stepped in closer, preventing her from reaching. Her whimpers of distress only made him laugh at her discomfort.

"No, you've been a bad girl, you don't deserve that yet," he said, his voice laced with cruelty.

There was nothing she could do, definitely nothing she could say, as he continued to thrust himself at her, invading her soft lips and slipping over her tongue. His hand was still firmly wound into her hair, guiding and holding her as his fervor built.

There was no warning, nothing to prepare Phoenix for the sudden deluge that filled her mouth, as Rob let out a roar and exploded into her. She suckled greedily at him as he pulsated, reveling in the satisfied noises he was making. Once again, she felt tension in her hair as her face was lifted to him and he pulled away. Slowly, methodically, he traced over her exposed throat, marking her, scenting her as his.

With a contented sigh, Rob pulled himself together, and did his jeans back up. Phoenix was still knelt on the floor, looking at him in disbelief. Surely he wasn't going to just leave her like this?

He squatted down in front of her, and reaching between her legs, dragged his fingers across her soaked panties. Phoenix squealed, desperate for his touch on her. His fingers slipped under the fabric, and explored her, played with her, probed her.

Suddenly, he took his hand away, and stood up. Phoenix let out a shriek of abject frustration. "Maybe that'll teach you to listen from now on," Rob said, amused with her distress.

"Noooooo! I'm sorry, I'll be good, I'll do anything, just pleeeeease don't leave me like this," she begged, almost in tears.

"I'll think about it. In the meantime, I better not catch you touching yourself, or things will get much, much worse," he said. "Stay right where you so I can keep an eye on you."

Phoenix stayed on the floor, but secretly plotted. He couldn't watch the whole time, maybe, just maybe she'd be able to bring herself some relief. There was no way she could spend all night in this state, she'd be half crazed before long.

She watched as Rob ambled into the kitchen. She could hear the fridge open, and the sound of him opening a beer. Quickly, her fingers flew under her skirt and made a few passes before he came back. He wasn't gone long enough though, and her attempt had only escalated her anxiety level.

He settled back on the couch, and took charge of the remote, flicking the channel to a football game. Good, that'll keep him interested for a while, he'll never notice, Phoenix thought. 

As she peeked at him from the corner of her eye, Rob seemed engrossed in the game, not even registering her presence in the room. Carefully, she slipped her hand back up under her skirt, praying he wouldn't look over. The feel of her own touch soon hypnotized her, and momentarily forgetting herself, closed her eyes in rapture.

Once again, her hand was brutally pulled away. "What the fuck did I just tell you?" Rob demanded. "I warned you not to do that, but you're still not listening!" Grabbing both wrists, he held them behind her in his big hand, while the other removed his belt. Phoenix looked at him in terror, not knowing what to expect next, but as he wrapped it around her wrists to hold them in place, she relaxed a little. 

"There, that should stop you for a while," he snickered. His hand slipped down her tank top, toying with her breasts. Phoenix whimpered, thrusting herself at him, wanting more. Rob slid his other hand up her thigh, and again, felt the silky heat of her pussy. Phoenix started to purr, finally he was taking pity on her.

"Well, back to the game, don't make me miss anymore of it," Rob said, as he stood up and went back to the couch. "And be quiet, I don't need it interrupted with your whining."

Phoenix collapsed on the floor, silent sobs wracking her body, her need so great she could think of nothing else. This wasn't going the way she'd planned, not at all. Rob had never been like this before, and she really wasn't sure how much she could take. Not that she had a choice right now.

The TV droned on, as the plays were called, and Rob nursed his beer. He occasionally glanced over and checked on Phoenix, laying there on the floor. Her skirt had hiked up just enough that he could see the crease of her ass framed by her black satin panties.

Half-time was called. Time to get another beer and find something to occupy himself with while he waited for the game to start again. Rob walked over to Phoenix and gently picked her up, setting her back down on the floor closer to the couch. Confusion set in, what the hell was he up to now? Phoenix heard the fridge open again, and Rob cracking his beer. He strode into the living room and reclined on the couch, relaxed, not a care in the world. Bastard, she thought.

Her face pressed against the floor, hands behind her back, and her ass sticking up in the air, Phoenix felt absolutely helpless. Damn him, why was he being like this?

Rob's eyes roved over Phoenix, and he casually pulled her panties down, exposing the skin of her smooth, tight little butt. He absentmindedly let his hand trail over her, enjoying the feeling of her soft warm flesh under his fingers, occasionally letting a stray finger slide over her wet pussy. He could feel her starting to squirm again, searching for him. The scent of her musk was so heavy, he could taste it in the air. As much as Rob wanted to take her again though, he was having entirely too much fun torturing her.

An icy shock wave ran up Phoenix's spine as Rob casually perched his beer can on her behind. "Don't move, or you'll spill it," he ordered.

It took every ounce of concentration Phoenix had not to make any movement as Rob continued caressing her, stroking her. If she failed, she might not get what she so desperately needed from him. Her entire being was vibrating internally, and only when Rob picked up his beer to take a sip did she dare to let it emanate through to release a shudder.

The hollow 'ting' of empty aluminum being set on the floor told Phoenix he was finally finished his drink. At least she wouldn't be used for a coffee table anymore. She remained very still though, not wanting to give him any reason to find fault with her, tiny whimpers welling up and catching in her throat as he traced over the sensitive skin of her buttocks. 

Rob shifted around on the couch, planting a foot firmly on either side of Phoenix's knees. She could hear the sound of his zipper, sweet music to her ears. She shivered in anticipation, hot rivulets of wanton desire running down the insides of her thighs. There was silence for a few minutes, no movement, nothing, and Phoenix strained to hear him, feel him. Her body ached to be possessed and filled, her very soul cried out for it, but there was nothing.

Rob surveyed his handiwork thus far. He'd reduced Phoenix to a simpering puddle, and he was quite enjoying the state he'd put her in. Her pussy was ripe for the taking, glistening with beads of moisture, and his engorged cock dictated that enough time had lapsed. Without any warning or introduction, he grabbed her hips firmly in his big hands and mounted her, plunging deeply into her inner recesses. 

Phoenix screamed in ecstasy as Rob slammed into her, grinding his pelvis against her hips, forcing every inch into her tight confines. She was ridden, used like the little whore that she was, as he fucked her without mercy. Her body trembled as she was repeatedly stabbed, pierced, owned by this man who had total control over her. She felt his hand slide over her belly and slip down. One touch was all it took. Phoenix exploded with such force, she felt like every nerve ending was being ripped apart. 

With his woman convulsing and writhing under him, Rob continued his invasion of her. The contractions of her orgasm tightened her muscles around him, squeezing, massaging, demanding his own release. With one final violent thrust, he let go, flooding her, draining himself of everything he had.

Very casually, Rob reached over and freed Phoenix's hands, looping his belt back through his jeans where it belonged. Pulling her panties back up over her little ass, Rob couldn't resist and gave it a playful smack as he sat back on the couch. "My beer's empty," he stated simply.

Phoenix didn't need to be coaxed twice, and scrambling to her feet on shaky legs, hurried to the kitchen to get him another drink. Her eyes were cast downward in submission as she offered it to him. Rob smiled and patted the cushion beside him, inviting her to join him on the couch. She didn't waste any time snuggling against him, her head on his chest, secure in the crook of his arm. The game had been a success. Their roles with each other had been re-established, Rob clearly defining his dominion over Phoenix, and she finding comfort in that strength. Sighing contentedly, she drifted off to sleep while he held her and relaxed in front of the TV.

© Arlie MacGregor



The Lesson



Not to be too blunt about it but I work with four of the most beautiful women in the world. To make things even better, I'm the only guy. The five of us are an evaluation team that studies consumer reaction to new products. Companies use this data to make changes that will then be received positively by the consumer. I know that it sounds a little dull but it can be quite interesting, especially when your co-workers are four gorgeous single women.

At least weekly we all go somewhere after work to have a few drinks and a few laughs. Sally is a tall slim blond with over sized breasts that are always trying to escape. Her legs are well shaped and seem to go on for ever. Cindy is average height with shoulder length brown hair, a 36" chest but she has the most perfect ass I have ever seen. She likes to wear tight pants that follow every curve of her luscious bottom. She never has a VPL so its thongs or nothing. Donna is the dream girl next door. She comes across as the total innocent type but I've seen her wicked side. Finally there's Pam. Pam is my favorite because she has all the best qualities of the other three plus a smile that will melt your heart.

Recently our little gatherings have been getting more and more open and quite suggestive. The girls are always discussing sex and they laugh when I try to look like I'm not listening. Last Friday night we were kicking back at our favorite spot and the girls conversation went from shoes to sex after only one drink. The topic of choice was blow jobs and Sally was leading the discussion.

"A lot of women won't admit it but most really enjoy oral sex."

"I do”, added Cindy. "I could lay there for hours and let a guy wear out his tongue."

Donna and Pam nodded knowingly and I tried to look inconspicuous. 

“I don’t just mean on the receiving end, giving is also a lot of fun” said Sally. “To really enjoy it you have to make it pleasurable for the both of you. Use lots of tongue, play with his balls, and even stick a finger up his ass. He’ll be putty but his dick will be rock hard.”

Pam jumped in and said, “I remember one time I was going down on my boy friend in the car and we hit a bump. My head came up and struck the steering wheel and then it flew back into his lap. Unfortunately my forehead hit him right in the balls and he drove off the road and into a ditch. Luckily we were ok and I made it up to him later but that is one blow job I will never forget.”

Donna was the only one not actively participating in the conversation. She remained quiet but I could tell that she wasn’t missing a single word. She looked away from the other girls and caught me staring at her and she blushed a little but smiled. "I guess you don't share their views on oral sex", I said. "Or are you just holding back?"

The other girls stopped their discussion and everyone looked at Donna. Sally asked "Is that right? You really don't like oral." Donna looked at her drink and then said "Its not that I don't enjoy it, I really do, but the truth is I don't think that I'm very good at it." Cindy giggled and said all she needed was more practice. This made everyone laugh and after a couple of minutes the conversation moved onto a new topic. As it was getting late I said good night and headed off.

During the cab ride home I kept thinking about the girls and fantasized about actually getting one of them into bed. Before I knew it the cab pulled into my driveway returning me to my dull reality. It had been a tough week and I was dead tired, I was also half in the bag and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I slept late and it was only the shrill ring of the phone that woke me up.

"Hello", I said throwing an arm over my eyes to block out the morning sun. 

"Hi Jeff, its Sally."

"Sally? Is everything all right?"

"Of course, but its sweet of you to be concerned. After you left last night we decided to have a little dinner party tonight and we want you to come. Can you make it?"

"Tonight? I don't have anything that would be a problem. Just tell me where and at what time and I'll be there."

"It’s at my place and we're getting together around 7. So you'll join us?"

"Sure. Is there anything that I can bring?"

"No, you're all we need." Sally added in a sexy voice "I think you'll really enjoy dessert. Bye"

I spent the day doing all the things that you leave until the weekend and before I knew it I had to get ready to leave. I jumped into the shower and as I usually do I shaved to save time. Today, however, I also decided to shave my balls and get rid of the hairs along my cock. I had often thought about shaving myself completely but thought that I'd start with my balls and dick hairs. If I liked it then I could do the full Monty later. I love a shaved pussy and using my sometimes twisted logic, if I liked shaved pussy maybe women like shaved cocks. Don't try and make sense out of it, it’s my twisted logic but I really wanted to see what a shaved dick would feel like. I lathered up and started to scrape off the hairs on my balls. This was going to be more work than I thought because the razor became matted almost immediately. It took several attempts before I was able to remove most of the hair around my cock and balls. By now I had a raging hard on and I rinsed off the suds to inspect my work. Not too bad but there was a lot left to do and I lathered up again. This time I pulled the skin tight and ran the razor along the curve of my taught sack. I went further and shaved the area just behind my balls. I ran my hand over the whole area and was surprised by how smooth it felt. I finished the job by shaving off the fine hairs that grew along my cock. I began to caress my balls and it felt like heaven. I put down the razor and started to stroke my hard prick with my other hand. I had never felt anything so arousing as my smooth hairless balls. I continued to pump my cock and massage my balls with the shower pounding its hot stream onto my chest. I felt my cum start to boil and like an active volcano it exploded in a jet of white lava from my swollen, red schlong. I fell back against the wall of the shower as the water rinsed the mix of cum and shaving cream from my wilting phallus. Opening my eyes I stepped out of the shower, toweled off, dressed quickly and was out the door. 

I arrived at Sally's a little after seven, having stopped to pick up a couple of bottles of nice red wine. I rang the door bell and heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and Pam beckoned me to come in. "Sally is just finishing a few things in the kitchen, she'll be out in a minute." I must have looked a little silly but I couldn’t stop starring at Pam. She was gorgeous. Her hair looked as if it had been professionally done and her dress would rival any top designer's creation. There was too much skin showing to hide a bra so I knew she wasn't wearing one.

"Pam, I am at a loss for words to describe how beautiful you look."

"My aren't you just the smooth talker. Let’s go in and join everyone." She took my arm and led me into the living room. "Watch out girls, Jeff is trying out his sweet talking side. He can be quite the charmer." 

Cindy was sitting by the fire place while Donna stood by the stereo looking through some music. Cindy was wearing almost nothing, or that's what it seemed like. Her top strained to keep her perfectly formed breasts in place and it stopped above her waist where she had a gold ring in her belly button. Her skirt was a good six inches above her knees and the way she was sitting allowed me to view her blue lace panties. The funny thing was that I think she knew it and was doing it intentionally. Donna was attired in a mid length dress but the sides were split almost to her waist. This gave me a great view of her creamy thighs and I also realized that she was either wearing a thong or was sans panties. I was totally mesmerized by the collective beauty in the room.

Helping my self to a glass of wine, I sat down next to Cindy. "So what time did you guys pack it in last night?"

Cindy took a sip of her wine and replied, "Not too long after you left. Sally had this idea for a dinner party and we talked about it for a while. She suggested that we needed to get away from the bar scene and relax as a group where we could feel totally relaxed and uninhibited." Cindy glanced at Donna and I caught a brief exchange as if they knew something I didn't. Pam had stepped into the kitchen to give Sally a hand. Donna, Cindy and I continued our casual exchange, discussing each other's day and what we each had planned for Sunday. I wanted to get in a golf game but I hadn't made any arrangements. Donna was planning to sleep late and perhaps do a little shopping. Cindy thought that she my hit the beach or drive up the coast to one of the local vineyards. After a few minutes Sally and Pam came into the room and I finally got to see our gracious host. Sally was to say the least, stunning. Her dress was a sheer pale cream number with a flesh colored slip underneath giving the impression that she was naked save for the outer layer. Standing to greet her I looked around the room and proposed a toast "I would like to toast the four most beautiful women in the entire world. I thank my lucky star that I am fortunate to have you as my co-workers. You may not realize it but every other guy in the office is extremely jealous of my good fortune and I suspect that some may be plotting my demise so that they could take my place. So ladies, here is to you, may you always be as fortunate as I feel right now."

The girls all smiled and after we took a sip from our glasses Sally said, "Well well, Pam was right, you are being quite the charmer tonight. We may have to see how charming you can be before the evening is over. All right everyone, dinner is served." Cindy and Donna each took an arm as we made our way to the dining room.

Sally had prepared a feast. "How did you find time to do all this at the last minute?", I asked.

"Jeff my dear I did no such thing. When ever I'm making a nice meal I usually make double or triple and freeze it for nights like this. All I had to do was decide on the meal from what I already had available. And since you brought dessert everything is looked after."

I stopped in mid bite. "I was supposed to bring dessert? I thought you said that I didn't need to do anything. I'm sorry Sally but I didn't bring a dessert. I can run out and get something quick if you wish."

Sally just grinned and said "Oh Jeff you brought dessert, you just don't realize it yet." The other three started to laugh and I looked totally confused. "Do you remember what we were talking about last night?".

"Of course I do, you just don't forget a conversation about blow jobs."

"Well too bad you left early because it got real graphic when it was just us four girls. As a matter of fact it led to why we're having this dinner party." 

"Yes", added Cindy. "You remember that Donna said that she didn't think that she was any good at giving head?" I nodded. "So we thought that perhaps all she needed was a lesson, you know a demo so to speak."

Pam jumped in and said, "So Jeff what do you think? Would a visual lesson help our poor Donna learn the sensual art of cock sucking?"

The girls broke out into hysterical laughter. "Look", I said, "You can't keep teasing me like this. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to sit there as you girls talk about sex. I end up so worked up and no where to release my frustrations that eventually I'm going to explode or go crazy, so just stop it."

Sally reached across and grabbed my hand. "Jeff you don't understand. We're not teasing you, we want you to be part of the demo. We're serious about showing Donna how to give a good blow job and everyone thought that you would be the ideal guy to help us out. That's why I said that you brought dessert and didn't know it."

I was stunned, they were serious about using my cock as a training aid. Donna, who had been silent up to this point, looked at me and slid her hand over the bulge in my pants. "I'd love to put my lips around your hard cock." She then leaned in and kissed me gently but with deep passion. She continued to massage my cock as she worked her tongue around my mouth. I was lost in her embrace but managed to reach across and place my hand against her face. The others watched as Donna worked me into a frenzy and I heard a few moans from the crowd. Eventually Sally made some noise that brought us both back to reality but Donna didn't remove her hand from my lap.

Sally smiled and said, "That's what were talking about Jeff. Donna wants to learn a few things about oral sex and we want to share our experience and pass on some of our proven techniques. The only thing that was missing from the mix was a nice cock to work with and you were our first choice."

"Let me get this straight, you want to use me to teach Donna about oral sex."

"Correct. So what do you say? Are you willing?"

I shook my head to make sure that this was real and looked at Donna. "If you are truly serious then yes."

The girls let out a collective cheer and we adjourned to the living room. Sally took me aside and told me that she had laid out a few things for me in the spare room and that I should change. The girls, meanwhile, went into Sally's bedroom and said that they were going to get ready for the lesson. On the bed was a pair of silk boxers and a matching silk house coat. As I changed I couldn't keep from getting hard as the smooth silk caressed my cock and balls. I put on the house coat and stepped out into the hall. I could hear giggling and soft talking from Sally's room as I made my way back to the living room. I fixed myself a drink and sat down on the sofa to wait for the girls. A few minutes later they entered the living room and walked deliberately over to where I was sitting. They were all dressed in very sexy lingerie and they were the equal of any Victoria Secret's model. Sally was wearing a white lace bra and panty set with matching garter and stockings. Pam choose the 'merry widow' style in a mix of red and black. Cindy was wearing a pair of sheer thong panties but no bra. Instead she had on a loose sheer house coat that was just for style. Finally there was Donna. She was to boldest of the lot as her outfit was a crotch less panty with a matching bra that left her nipples exposed. 

"I can see that you're ready for our show and tell", said Sally looking at my crotch. "Let's get comfortable and take this nice and slow."

Sally sat on my left and Donna, the eager student, sat on my right. Cindy and Pam knelt down and relaxed on the carpet close to my legs. Donna reached over and undid the loose knot of my housecoat letting the silk fall naturally to the side. Then she and Donna opened the housecoat exposing the silk boxers and the clear outline of my swollen manhood. They each took a side and I lifted my hips so they could slide them off my hips and down my legs. Cindy took over, slipping the boxers over my feet and tossing them aside. My cock and freshly shaved balls were now in full view. 

"Oh Jeff your cock is so beautiful, this is going to be so much fun." Sally took hold of my rigid dick and began to slowly stroke me as the others watched. "Donna, I want you to feel his balls. See how soft and smooth they are. A man's testicles are just as important as his cock and need to be included in oral play. Cindy, you and Pam can jump in anytime you want. Everyone gets to share in the learning experience."

I can't adequately describe the sensation of having four different women run their hands over my cock. I closed my eyes and concentrated on not cumming. I did not want the lesson to end for a long, long time.

Sally resumed her role as teacher and said, "While his erect penis points toward the ceiling, cup his balls in one hand and gently, using only your tongue, lick softly, but carefully along the entire underside of his erect organ. As you suck along the underbelly you will learn those areas that give him the greatest pleasure when your tongue is touching them. Unless he is made of stone, your partner will provide you with vivid clues as to which areas are most pleasurable." She then leaned forward to demonstrate what she meant. She ran her tongue along the velvety smoothness of my throbbing erection. When she reached my balls she planted little kisses on them before continuing to lick my hard cock. She stopped and looked at Donna, "You try it", she said.

Donna took over and started by kissing the sensitive mushroom head of my cock. She licked around the head before running her tongue up and down my shaft. "Spend some time licking his balls", Sally said and Donna complied by using her tongue to give my sack a heavenly massage. Meanwhile I noticed that Cindy and Pam were unconsciously caressing their breasts as they watched. I didn't know how long I could last and I needed to keep from cumming but it wasn’t going to be easy.

"Place his stiff cock inside your mouth but do not tighten your lips around the shaft just close them around the shaft at the point just behind the corona. With your head begin a circle motion. The cock will slide to different places in your mouth as you continue the circle motion." Donna complied and the hot wetness of her mouth closed around my thick and pulsing organ. As she moved her head my cock slid around her mouth touching her cheek, teeth, tongue and occasionally the back of her throat.

"Ok, I know this is a lesson for Donna, but I think we all would like to share in the experience." Sally looked to Cindy and Pam and asked, "Would either of you like to taste Jeff's cock?" Immediately Cindy leaned forward and grabbed my dick putting it into her mouth. Pam pulled my legs apart so she could have access to my balls. Donna and Sally rubbed my chest and took turns giving me the most passionate kisses known to mankind. I placed my hand on Sally's breast and she moaned as I pinched her hard swollen nipple. She arched her back and raised her hips so that I could take her nipple into my mouth and I greedily suck on her full and quivering breast. Donna, not to be left out, was licking my nipples and I couldn’t believe how sensitive they were. I had never had a woman do this before and I loved it. Sally put her hand on the back of my head and held me to her breast. I could feel my orgasm building and I moved my hips in anticipation of cumming in Cindy's mouth. Sally sensed that I was about to loose control and she quickly broke free and told everyone to stop. 

"We don't want Jeff to cum before the lesson is finished", she said. "I suggest that we take a few minutes to settle down so that everyone can refresh themselves before we continue."

"My god Sally you can't leave me like this."

Cindy was still holding on to my cock and said, "I agree with Sally. We all want a little cock action so you'll just have to be patient."

Pam then stood up and began to strip off her sexy outfit. Donna smiled and stood beside her and removed her bra, exposing her perfect round breasts. She then reached into her split crotch panties and slipped a finger between the wet folds of her pussy. Meanwhile Pam had removed her top and was slowly sliding her panties down her creamy thighs. When they passed her knees they fell silently to the floor. She picked the up and reached over to place them on my pulsating blood engorged cock. They were so light that I hardly knew they were there but the sight of her panties on my dick took all my control to keep from cumming. Sally wrapped her hand around the panties and pulled them tight against my cock.

"Cindy I want you to get between his legs. Ok girls next we're going to add some special treats. As you are giving head begin a slow playful search around his ass. Many men are particularly sensitive in this area and it will enhance the sensations that your mouth and tongue and throat are giving his cock to feel a finger playing with his butt. As your partner relaxes and allows you access, gently insert your finger into his butt. Go slowly exploring the velvety sensations along the sides of his opening."




The Lesson



Sally relaxed her grip and Cindy placed her mouth over the panties and started to suck on the smooth head. She then reached between the cheeks of my ass and probed the tight anal opening. I began to quiver and Sally motioned for Cindy to stop and for Donna to take over. After all this was really a lesson for Donna and she should have the honor of making me cum.

"Many women stop performing fellatio right after their man ejaculates. Instead, you should continue to gently stimulate orally or with your hand for a minute or two longer. After a climax, the penis becomes much more sensitive, so try giving it to him a little longer. Be careful though, some men find this after-play too intense to handle."

As Donna took my cock in her mouth she held my balls in her hand. The other girls stood back as Donna took control of the situation. In no time at all I could feel my cum begin to boil and I shot load after load into her sweet mouth. Donna swallowed every drop and held me in her mouth until I finally went soft and slipped from between her lips. She leaned forward and kissed me and I tasted my salty cum on her lips.

Sally, Cindy and Pam all cheered and clapped as Donna finished and sat next to me. "Well I guess that there is not question now that you are good at blowjobs. What do you say Jeff?"

I gave Donna a long and loving kiss and said, "You're the best but practice makes perfect." 



The Lesson



Part one. (The train) 

God! But she was beautiful in those days. Not that Jenni is any less beautiful now, but she was unbelievably stunning back then. Since though, time and the bearing and rearing of children have taken their toll. Jenni still is a very good looking woman, a little thicker than she would like, but all in all, very pretty for a fifty something year old woman. Her beauty goes further than the depth of skin. Jenni is one of those people who is just naturally lovely, without a mean bone in her and very few times has an unkind thought for anyone. It makes her popular and sought after as a friend.

Back in those days of our early marriage, when we didn't have the encumbrance of children or a mortgage or money worries, we just enjoyed ourselves, discovering each other and growing up. Halcyon days they were indeed and in truth, somewhat missed now.

Back in those days, Jenni's figure was 34" 22" 36". Her hair was, and still is, dark blonde. Her skin was flawless and glowed with vigour. Dark blonde lashes and a ready smile framed blue eyes that seemed to see beyond the norm. She was slender with medium sized breasts high on her chest. One has always been slightly larger and higher than the other. It is her deformity, as she laughingly puts it. She has and had what are called child bearing hips. She proved that to be wrong, never able to carry to full term. It proved fatal to our child on one occasion, but the other two have survived to be parents themselves. Jenni's hips were a feature of her figure and, given the overall package, in no way detrimental to the vision she was then.

It took me some time to learn how, but I have and still do, love that woman more than words could ever justify. In those days, we were just getting to know one another and fancied each others bodies to distraction, and why not? Screwing like the proverbial rabbits and discovering our bodies and what they were capable of.

We didn't have the encumbrance of children as I said earlier, neither did we have a car or very much money, but it was enough. Our weekends were spent going out, anywhere that took our fancy. Just pack some food in a rucksack, buy a couple of train tickets and disappear for the weekend.

This particular weekend was just one of those times when we left the rigours of work behind and explored the freedom of the country. I still have some old instamatic photos of our trip to Dorking in Surrey, my birth place. Occasionally, I look at the old and curled pictures and remember the day. One of the pictures is of her crossing a style into a cow field. The River Mole in the background. She was laughing her head of because she couldn't work out how to get her leg over. It is a great shot. She had a red and black collared top on that was closely fitted and accentuated her wonderful form. Her dark blue corduroy shorts showed her fantastic legs off to the full, but the smile radiates from the acetate and glows. It is a treasured photo.

We laughed all through the day. She got scared by the size of the Friesian cows that looked disinterestedly in our direction while we crossed their field. We made love on the bank of the river and as usual, it was over before it began. I suffered badly with premature ejaculation. It was a real problem then and very frustrating, fortunately, and filled with the clamour of youth, I was able to reload and the second time was far more gratifying, but hardly rocked her boat. Jenni admitted years later that she often wondered if that was all sex was about and wondered why she had been so scared as a girl.

We were still laughing on the train home, sitting in a musty carriage that smelled of British Rail's very own brand of staleness. It was one of those carriages that were connected with a side corridor and had separate booths along the length with blinds on the window.

I remember the conversation. I don't have a naturally retentive mind, but some things stick out through association. We laid a stupid bet, one that neither of us had any real intention of wanting to win or even try out, but as an argument will escalate to spiral out of control, so this bet gathered pace and fed on its own velocity. I bet Jenni that I could get the phone number of a complete stranger before she could. It had to be a member of the opposite sex and a five pound wager was placed between us. Five pounds was half of my wages in those days.

The train stopped at East Croydon which was a terminus then. Long seconds turned into even longer minutes and it looked as if we were to sit on the train for some time. The bet was set during that wait and opportunity being the mother of invention, was immediately taken up by both of us.

I admit to leering at the young girls who patiently waited for our train to pull out so they could catch a later one. I leered, cajoled and tried my best to attract any girl to become even remotely interested in me. My failure was spectacular especially when two girls openly pointed at me and laughed derisively. I even resorted to whistling at some ugly girl, desperate to win the bet. Her scorn was palpable and hit me hard. A man's ego is a fragile thing and so easily dented or even mortally wounded. I was wounded by the failure and gave up on the venture.

Jenni on the other hand, not only had a guy's phone number, but was entertaining another guy in the carriage. She told me later that all she did was flash her eyes at him and that was all she needed. My deflated ego had a hard time digesting that.

I really don't remember him too much. Probably, he was covered in spots with badly fitting clothes and halitosis. See, even now I am jealous.

They were deep in conversation, facing each other on opposite bench seating. She was leaning back with her arms crossed over her breasts; he was leaning forward and sat on the edge of the musty seat. If I knew then what I know of body language, I would have recognised her withdrawal from him, while he was exuding his willingness to get to know her rather more closely.

I slid the door open and in the slip second it takes to assess the scene, smiled at her. Jenni smiled back and flashed her eyes in triumph. She had won the bet in spades and knew it, but wanted this guy gone.

I sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. He got the message when she leaned into me and kissed my mouth. With no further word, he left us to the relative peace of the carriage and its eddying dust motes that swirled in the shafts of sunlight.

Unforgivably, I challenged her to double or nothing. I mean; how stupid can a bloke be? The answer is right here on the other side of the keypad of my laptop.

The result was a forgone conclusion and I had no chance at all. By the way reader, I should say that I am not ugly by any means. That isn't a boast on my part, please believe that. I was a reasonably good looking guy, slender and clear skinned with good hair. But, I may as well have been Quasimodo. In fact, he might have even scored before me.

So, I returned to the carriage, once again deflated in the ego department and found that once again, Jenni had scored and was entertaining another young guy. Instead of sliding the door open, I watched her at work on the poor sap. He was obviously smitten by her loveliness and it was obvious that he was having trouble keeping his hands off of her. For her part, she seemed to be rather more interested. She leaned forward towards him and her hands were animated as she spoke. He was also leaning forward with his hands clasped together, a scant inch from her bare knees that she held together. His eyes were almost a big as saucers as he took her face and body in. 

I really cannot remember what he looked like except that he wore faded jeans and a jacket over a chequered, open necked shirt. I do remember the shoes though, because I have always wanted a pair of tan coloured suede dessert boots.

She looked over to me and smiled a conspiratal wink and I signalled that I would stay right where I was, observing the scene as it unfolded before me. 

They continued to talk, their voices muffled by the grimy glass of the partition. Both of them expressing their points in pronounced flurries of expansive hand gestures that punctuated speech. Then he got up quite suddenly and sat next to Jenni and smiled her assent to his closeness. She turned to face him and glanced at me over his shoulder momentarily, then concentrated on his face. I watched as she folded one leg under her and stretched the other in a languid fluidity of motion. It was an open invitation, albeit subconscious, but an invitation none the less and he read it as such. His hand lightly dropped onto her knee and stayed there.

The train lurched into motion with creaking and the sound of shunting buffers. It picked up speed and left the station platform behind. I hardly noticed; my attention was totally enthralled at my wife and this guy whose hand was travelling ever so slowly up the outside of her thigh.

I could see her lips were parted and moist. They had become coloured slightly as they always did when she got excited. It acted like a beacon to me in our sex life, knowing that she signalled her readiness to couple in this way as well as other obvious signs.

They were still talking, although I couldn't hear what was being said, but her smile and the way she studied his eyes told me that his advance was not entirely unwelcome. His hand had continued to traverse over her thigh and was now resting on her waist. Then Jenni surprised me. Her animated hands suddenly grasped his face and drew him forward into a kiss that must have done similar things to his nervous system as it was doing to mine.

Her breast was cupped in his large hand and she leaned back against the wall of the carriage, unfolding the leg she was sitting on so that it passed behind him along the seat. He was between her parted knees, massaging her breast through the stripey top and bra underneath. Involuntarily, her hips thrust forward in readiness to mate. He knelt up on the seat and lay against her, blocking my view a little with his jacketed torso.

They continued the embrace, kissing in a passion that was quickly becoming out of control. He had pulled the bottom of her top from out of her shorts and he had managed to grasp her tit under the fabric. It was perhaps the hottest scene I had ever witnessed, made all the more exciting by the knowledge of how she felt in my hands and knowing that her nipples were extremely sensitive to touch. It also added to my increasing arousal, not being able to see exactly what he was doing.

Jenni broke the kiss and gently pushed him back. She said something to him and started to come towards the sliding door. I stepped back out of sight so that he wouldn't see me as he followed her progress with hunger in his eyes.

Once out of the carriage, she slid the door shut and came to me. Her arousal was plainly obvious in the bruised colouring of her lips and her heat as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

She breathed into my mouth, asking me if I like what I had watched and if I wanted her to stop and not go back into the carriage.

I told her just how hot she and the guy looked, how sexy I found her and watching as she was getting it on with this stranger, but I warned her to be careful, we didn't know the guy.

Jenni reassured me that she had it under control and then dropped a complete bombshell, would I like her to take him home and fuck him properly with me watching. God only knows where she got that idea from, but it took me less than the space of a blink to whisper in her ear, God, yes.

She had told him she was going to the toilet and should get back quickly, but that she loved me, that she was having the day of her life and wanted this more than anything.

With that, she slid the door open and returned to the carriage and his waiting and eager arms.

I let them settle back into an embrace before resuming my voyeuristic vigil. The train pulled into Norwood Junction and halted briefly for alighting and departing passengers. Then, the journey to Forest Hill continued and their love making or at least, the overtures to it began again.

He had her top pulled up, exposing her bra covered breast. It was so sexy, seeing his hands kneading her flesh while sunlight glinted through the window and played over her alabaster coloured skin and flashed on the whiteness of the lacy fabric.

Deftly, he unclasped her brassiere with one hand and freed her tits from confinement, only to be confined by his hand on one and his mouth on the other. I knew that it would drive Jenni wild and saw the effect his ministrations were having as she arched her back and gasped.

I was aware of another person beside me and looked as my viewing had been joined by another guy. He acknowledged me with a wink and then craned his neck to get a better view. I guess my position at the window didn't help and in a comical way crawled across to the other side so his view would be uninterrupted.

My gaze returned back to find that He was standing in front of Jenni. She was slowly unzipping his trousers while looking up into his eyes, her head tilted back and her dark blonde hair cascaded down her back in careless profusion of curls.

Her hand quested inside the aperture and brought forth his cock. Her eyes widened at the size of his uncut and engorged cock, just as mine did. He was enormous in comparison to me and a moment of concern crossed my mind. He was likely to hurt her with such a huge weapon.

Slowly, Jenni's hand encircled his rigid member and her lips parted in a wicked smile as she licked the end and passed her tongue over her lips. I knew she was doing this as much for the show as for her own pleasure and blessed her for the effort she was putting in.

She pulled back his foreskin and gradually, the distance between his twitching cock and her mouth closed. It was like watching a docking of space capsules in slow motion. Her mouth opened and his exposed head passed into the warmth of her moist mouth. I watched fascinated as inch by inch, she took him into her throat until she must have enveloped five inches or so. Worryingly, there was still another three or four that was wrapped in her fist.

Her head began to bob, her cheeks puffing as his length slipped backwards and forwards in an increasing pace. She kept it up for a while, alternatively sucking and licking him, running her tongue around the ridged end. He was having difficulty in standing, the motion of the swaying carriage and her mouth conspiring to upset his balance. Jenni pulled him from her mouth and adjusted her position in front of him, then smiled up at him while she allowed his re-entry into her waiting haven. Only this time, she took her hand off of his cock and grasped his buttocks, controlling his movement and helping him to stay steady. In an amazing act, she plunged her head forward and took his whole length into her throat.

The guy standing opposite me groaned and sprayed his semen over the floor in an unabashed hand job. He grinned sheepishly at me and said this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. I nodded my agreement, a little shocked at his casual attitude to masturbation, and returned to the unfolding act.

He was buried deeply into her, rocking his hips and fucking her throat. I could see the progress of his cock as her neck expanded and contracted with the motion. Jenni had sucked me on a few occasions, but it didn't look anything like this and I wished I could measure up to his length.

He grabbed her head and gently pulled his cock from her mouth, it was obvious that he was in danger of flooding her with his seed. Jenni had other ideas though and grasped his purple ended dick and swallowed it in a furious motion of fucking him into her throat. She had every intention of taking him all the way and savouring his come.

He threw his head back, his eyes clenched tightly and a rictus like grimace pulled the corners of his mouth tight. Then he came and shouted something as the first wave of his ecstasy exploded from him closely followed by shudders of ejaculation as he filled her mouth. Jenni withdrew him, licked the last drops from his glistening gland and then opened her mouth wide to show him his seed as it played across her tongue. He said something I couldn't make out, but his reaction as she swallowed the whole amount was unmistakable, it didn't need a lip reader to see him say "Oh fuck me."

The other guy who had joined me in our voyeurism shook his head in awe and said what a lucky guy her partner was. My reply foxed him for a moment when I said that indeed, I truly was a lucky man.

Forest Hill came up shortly afterwards, just enough time for them to adjust her clothing and for him to calm down. I realised I had the tickets and needed to get one to Jenni, luckily, the platform was on her side of the carriage. I managed to drop her ticket as I wordlessly passed between them and stepped onto the platform.

She was going to take him home and I needed to get there first.

Luckily, a bus was just leaving the stop as I ran full tilt and jumped onto the platform. It would give me a head start and allow me to prepare.

*

Part two (The bedroom) 

I managed the trip to our house with no events. Shutting the door with a slam, I raced around the house, desperately thinking of where I should be when they came in. I was still trying to work something out when her key opened the door and their laughter drifted up the stairs.

I risked a peek over the banister and watched as they ripped clothes off of each other. Jenni had her leg hooked around his waist and her mouth planted on his. Gasps and grunts punctuated their frantic efforts to kiss, screw and divest their clothing, all at the same time. He lost balance and fell to the carpeted stair with her on top of him. She giggled as he pulled her top over her head and off of her raised arms. His shirt parted from her pulling at it and dropped to the floor to join her bra and discarded top. He managed to stand again and undid the button of her shorts. They too dropped to the detritus of shed layers. He was about to yank her panties down, but she stopped him saying breathlessly, upstairs. She raced up as he followed closely behind.

Silently, I backed into the spare bedroom, but left the door open enough to be able to see their progress along the passage that led towards the two rooms. His hand had grasped her ass and she was giggling hysterically, almost running along the passage, her breasts jiggling deliciously. I had a moment of panic, thinking that she might chose the wrong room, but was instantly relieved as she headed into the bedroom. The door stayed open.

We had a large mirror opposite the bed, that topped and huge old chest of drawers. I had angled it so that I would have an uninterrupted view of their play. Not wanting to miss a single thing, as soon as the springs groaned with their weight, I took up a position in the doorway, protected by the opened door and watched as the last of his clothing sailed into a corner, leaving him with only a pair of pants on.

They embraced, with Jenni on her back and he lying on his side with her head supported on his arm. He was tracing the veins that always showed under the alabaster coloured skin of her breast. The frenetic pace had calmed now that they were horizontal and almost naked. He kissed her, murmuring into her parted lips, professing his desire for her body. Jenni in turn, Mmmed and ran her hands through his hair and down his back, pulling him against her lithe body.

He raised and cupped his head while his free hand travelled in achingly slow swirls, ever towards the prized of her sex. A thumb hooked the elasticated band of her panties and eased them over her thighs, working alternate sides, gradually exposing her blond haired mons. Her hips raised and the panties also became airborne as they sailed across the room like a discarded sweet wrapper.




The Lesson



He was taking his time now, savouring each moment and movement as it developed. It was a form of foreplay that had not occurred to me and the effect it had on my wife was duly noted and logged.

He kissed the nearest nipple to him, gripping the hardening nub between his teeth and pulling and drawing it upwards. It looked painful, but obviously wasn't, instead, she squealed and gasped as he suddenly released the trapped nerve ending and flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub. It was the only contact he had with her body, just his tongue and mouth. His hands were either supporting his head, or lying impassively along his length. I had to admit, her choice was good to look at, even though he was a man.

He nuzzled her neck, one of Jenni's erogenous zones and always bound to produce a result. She responded as I thought she would, grasping his head and shoulders in what looked like a desperate attempt to hurry him along. He had his own agenda and was not to be hurried now that he had her under his control.

He kissed her throat and planted small kisses between her breasts, then slightly lower, pausing at her navel and spreading a slick of saliva on her skin and a trail of goose bumps. She shivered and writhed as his tongue and lips traversed her skin, always heading towards her sex, but in his own time. Even I was getting a little impatient with his performance, until, in a sudden surge of sinuous movement, he swung a leg over hers, parting her knees and planting his mouth against her silken mons.

She groaned as his tongue flicked out, parting her lips and seeking her desirable centre. He then began sucking and licking her clit and labia, bringing her to a brink and then halting in a sensual tease, just keeping her shy of release. I watched and learned every nuance of his technique and marvelled at the way he played her nerves and body as a virtuoso might a grand piano.

His fingers joined his mouth, prising open her lips and gently pushing into her, looking for that magical "G" spot. He knew just where and how to manipulate and caress her, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, but just far enough away for it not to spill over. She had been to the threshold several times and each withdrawal raised the need and desperation until she cried out for release.

The combination of tongue, teeth and finger tips combined to drive her almost delirious with want until he relented and took her to the brink and then beyond. In amazement, I watched as a stream of come sprayed from Jenni while she screamed, raised her shoulders and shuddered. Unable to take any more, she pushed him away in a defensive action, but already too late. I had never got her to this point, but could hardly be surprised. I was watching a master at work and the results of his practiced art splashed against his face and soaked into the duvet.

Jenni was coming down in receding shudders and quivers of uncontrolled nervous energy. Over the initial amalgamation of overly stimulated nerves, she collapsed back to laying flat. She had the back of her hand clenched between her teeth and her breath rasped in a ragged staccato between her lips whiles her legs spasmed in uncontrolled twitches. She was obviously experiencing a total climax, a shattering of her normal aplomb and equilibrium. The invasion of her body had driven her to a point of incapacitation that, to the observer, looked like the effects of an electric shock.

He allowed her to calm. Laying beside her and gently massaging her stomach and ribs as if helping her breath. Jenni was gasping, but managed to say in a gruff voice that it had been fantastic. She clasped his neck, locking her fingers together and drew him to her lips. She kissed him and took the occasional gasp from the side of her mouth. In a much less frenetic pace, his hands took her breast once again and teased her nipples to erection. Once again, her breathing became rapid and she squirmed under his ministrations. His mouth left hers and suckled on her engorged nubs.

As if in slow motion, her parted her knees with his own knee and slid between her opened legs. Carefully and deliberately slowly, he positioned his cock at her entrance and agonisingly slowly, pushed the head past her outer muscles to rest just inside her. In the ultimate tease to Jenni and the voyeur, he ceased the push and just stayed inside while he kissed her tits and kneaded her flesh, finding erogenous zones under her arm pits and the inside of her elbows. She hardly moved, looking transfixed like a rabbit in the head lamps of an onrushing car.

He was playing her again, plucking at the taut strings of her nerves and raising her already heightened condition. He maintained the position and manipulations, bringing her to a crescendo and teasing her with the promise of fulfilment. He kept it up until, the waiting and desire overcame her and she cried out in readiness. He waited until her cries became desperate, then, when he judged her to be ready, plunged his rigid shaft into her in one fluid motion that made her scream in pleasure and release from the waiting. Her knees instinctively rose up and she gripped him with her ankles crossed behind him and with her own lower body strength, pulled him even further into her body.

He set a rhythm that was uncompromising and insistent, but unhurried. His cock drove into her in long strokes. His mouth found her neck, one of the most productive erogenous places, with the added stimulation, Jenni took over the pace and forced him even deeper into her by raising her hips and rotating her hips a little to accommodate his angle. Her free hand found her clit and massaged in time to their thrusting.

She wouldn't last too long I knew, not fully recovered from her last climax. Watching them fucking was a fantastic experience. I watched and learned his technique, how he played with her and kept her on the brink of orgasm. He looked impassioned, but knew he must be loving every second of this beautiful woman and her body.

Jenni was crying, tears slipping down her cheeks and sobs wracking her body. She was rapidly reaching another shattering climax. He breathing rapid and her movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated and then it hit her like a tsunami, a tidal wave of emotion and nervous energy. Her come sprayed under pressure from between her and his pubic meeting point. Jenni screamed and her legs thrashed as it washed over her, soaking her tits and stomach. It sprayed in a fountain of liquid and acted as his signal. His pace increased and he adjusted slightly and buried himself to a depth he had not been before. In rapid and savage thrusts, his cock drove into her in repeated thrusts until he yelled himself and emptied his sacs of sperm into Jenni's womb. 

Statuesque, he remained motionless as spurt after spurt liberally coated her insides. Then he pulled himself upright and knelt at he face for her to take him in her mouth and clean him of their combined juices.

He lay along side her as she twitched and jumped in small charges of nervous tics, holding her as if she might jump of the bad from the energy being expended.

Dumfounded by the action and Jenni's reaction to his ministrations and with a hardest cock I had ever had, I crept away from the doorway and noiselessly went downstairs to the front door and opened it. Then I slammed it shut and called up the stairs, as if just coming home, then went into the kitchen and rattled the kettle.

I heard his hurried escape, and saw his retreating back as he comically was trying to put on his Jeans and shirt while carrying his jacket and shoes. The door shut behind him quietly and Jenni came to the kitchen, her knees unsteady and flushed. She collapsed into my arms and I carried her to the front room to lay her on the sofa.

She was soaked and the smell of sex and sweat exuded from her. We didn't make love then, she was far too exhausted, but, when we did the next day or whenever it was, my own performance was all the better for his master class. I had a much better understanding of how her body worked and so did Jenni. We had both learned from the experience and it was the start of our satisfying and beautiful sex life. Neither of us needed to use another in our play and fortunately for me, Jenni never wished to revisit sex with another man.

That was over thirty years ago, but the memory remains as vivid as if were still playing before my eyes. Remembering has been a wonderful reminder of how beautiful my wife is and both she and I had gone to our bed to remember the feelings of lust and love.



The Lesson



Justice had been working all day and wanted to get home to his girlfriend, hoping she was naked on the couch, waiting for him. Much to his disappointment, she was not there when he arrived home. His brain started to kick into overdrive. He had been working very hard to overcome the jealousy that always jumped into the forefront of his mind. A few beers into it did not help his thoughts of who she could be with and what she was doing. He was hoping the phone would ring but silence still remained. With much more time on his hands, he got more pissed as the minutes passed by. The plan was concocted. A smile passed over his usual angry look. "If that bitch can't call or leave a note she needs to be taught a lesson," he sneered to himself.

Two hours later Alexis pulled into the driveway. She knew that Justice would be irate at her when she walked through the door but she had done her best to prepare for what was to come. She was still working on the explanation while she walked toward the house, remembering the last time Justice had been later than usual and the ass chewing she had given him. She figured she would let him vent, cook supper then go to bed rather than deal with his shitty attitude for the rest of the night. "Things come up and I can't always remember to leave a note or get to a phone," she reasoned to herself. This thought gave her no solace on the matter.

Walking through the door she was greeted by the stereo blasting some heavy metal tune. Justice was nowhere in sight. Gently sighing, she hoped he was taking a nap or in the shower. "This is just the calm before the storm but a moments peace is a moments peace," she said aloud unaware that he was standing behind her.

"Boo!" Justice said.

"Jesus fucking Christ!!!" Alexis jumped and almost pissed herself he scared her so bad.

"Before you start, please let me explain," she pleaded. "I was home and got a call from Jackie. She was really upset and needed someone to talk to."

"Not that I really give a shit but, is she alright?" asked Justice.

"No she isn't, Mark left her today for her mother. He told her that he was tired of her and needed to have a real woman!" explained Alexis.

"Of course you are the only one that she could bawl to?" he spat out sarcastically. "I told that stupid bitch from day one that Mark was a fucking douche bag and she should stick to the produce section for her sexual needs but of course nobody wants to listen to me. Fuck, what the hell do I know anyway! Oh wait, yes I do know.....YOU ARE FUCKING LATE!!!" Justice screamed at her.

She could see the fire that burned in his eyes. He was really pissed, much more than she had anticipated. Knowing from past experience, she looked away from him and just stared at the floor. Tuning most of his hurtful comments out, she waited for him to take a breath so she could defend herself. Alexis couldn't understand why Justice was overreacting because she knew he would have done the same thing for one of his friends if they were in a similar situation. Snapping out of her own thoughts, she heard him say, "Why are you so fucking stupid. What a dumb cunt. " That did it.

"Where the fuck do you get off calling me that?" she adamantly queried.

"I already explained that, so it is obvious that you weren't listening to a god damn thing I just said. Besides your actions tonight should explain it all. But, I forgot how dense you are." Justice said as he shook his head in total amazement of her stupidity.

SMACK....Alexis slapped him on the side of his face. "Don't you ever call me a cunt ever again, motherfucker."

"No I'm not, that is Mark lest you so quickly forget your story" Justice replied. 

Through the streaming tears and sobbing, Alexis asked "Why are you always such an asshole?"

Knowing she was in a vulnerable state of mind Justice switched gears and gently touched her shoulder and softly said, "I'm sorry, can we stop fighting and just call a truce? You know how I can get, I was just worried and when I didn't know where you were I started to think the worst. As usual I over reacted when I shouldn't have."

Turning to him he saw the opening in her eyes that he was looking for. As he was hugging her she said "I'm sorry that I didn't take the time to leave a quick note to let you know where I was. I never meant for you to worry so much about me .That's one of the things I love about you .Always wanting to protect me." Alexis thinking the worst was over and she could now let her guard down .Snuggled her face into Justice's shoulder. Having no idea what was coming next.

With his chin resting on the top of her head .Justice smelled the fragrance of her shampoo still lingering from her morning shower .Luring her into a false sense of safety he stroked her hair, feeling her body relax into him. He did this for a few minutes. Then, grabbing a fistful of hair, he snapped her head back, looking into her eyes to see her reaction. Loving what he saw.....confusion. He growled into her ear "Listen up your worthless whore. I am going to teach you a lesson for your transgressions. I don't want to hear anything out of you. No crying, screaming, whimpering, or moaning .Do you understand?"

Being taken completely by surprise, Alexis started to speak then quickly nodded her head to let Justice know she understood her role. She was slightly intrigued as to what he was going to do to her but more worried that it was going to hurt .Normally, Justice was a very compassionate lover but tonight he was acting very differently. This caused some flags to go up in her head but she dared not defy him. Figuring the out come would be far worse if she resisted. "Just better to do what I was told .Besides, how bad could it be? Justice has never been that outlandish in the bedroom," she reasoned to herself.

"HEEELLLLOOOOOOO" bellowed Justice into her ear." Pay fucking attention to me, got it?" he said, shaking her head a little to drive the point home.

The pressure of him pulling her hair was starting to hurt and she let out a slight whimper. He slapped her face in one quick motion to correct her. "Now do you see why I called you a dumb cunt? I just got done telling you to shut the fuck up. Then you whimper like a dog that is begging for food."

"I'm sorry, Justice" she cried.

"I told you I didn't want you to speak!!" he slapped her face again with a little more emphasis this time. "Since you don't want to be quiet on your own, I'll ensure you shut up." He pushed down on her head and forced her to her knees. Alexis cowered at his feet but was quickly jerked back up to crotch level. She didn't need to be told what he wanted her to do. She slowly unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out, placing the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue swirl around the tip. Justice twitched from her licking. He really wanted to hear the bitch gag, so he forcefully drove his cock to the back of her throat. To his amazement, Alexis just took his dick in stride, opening her throat to accept the intrusion. Not being satisfied with the initial result Justice forced Alexis to take him all the way in again and this time he held her head in place.

"Ummmphhhhh," was what she mumbled, while desperately trying to pull away so she could breathe again. Letting her fight for a few moments longer, he then let go of her head to allow her to come up for air. Choking on the saliva that had built up she left a spit trail from his cock to her lower lip. She looked up at him. Justice was absolutely beaming from making her gag on his manhood. "What a sick bastard, enjoying degrading me like a cheap slut," she fumed to herself. What Alexis found more alarming was the fact that her pussy was beginning to become wet.

"Enough of your cocksucking bitch; I am not going to give you the pleasure of swallowing my load. You haven't earned the privilege yet." Justice stated smugly.

Pulling Alexis up by her hair, Justice quickly unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her ankles. Admiring her choice of blue bikini panties she had worn that day. Thinking it was a shame to ruin such things. He ripped them from her body, leaving her naked and vulnerable. Pleased with his handy work Justice stepped back to drool over her luscious ass.

"Bend over, you fucking bitch." barked Justice. Doing as she was told, she grabbed her ankles. His hand cracked her across the ass. The pain was almost unbearable for her but still she remained silent. As the pain began to subside, Alexis realized that her pussy juice was leaking down her legs. She actually enjoyed that slap on her ass. Smack, smack, smack went Justice's hand to her ass. Her now glowing red ass contrasted her pale white skin beautifully. Justice noticed the juice pouring from his lovely girlfriend's twat.

"You fucking like that, don't you? We can't have you making a mess all over the place…now can we" he said, picking up her torn panties from the floor. He began to wipe up her love juice from her inner thighs. Once this was done he told her to open her mouth. Stuffing her soiled panties in, so that she could taste her self while he degraded her some more. Her soaked panties almost blocked her airway helping to shut Alexis up. She found herself gently sucking her panties trying to draw her juices out of the fabric. Realizing to herself, "Justice is right, I am a cheap slut."

Pleased with seeing his hand prints on her ass, Justice was ready to move on with his lesson plan. Taking off Alexis's shirt and bra, he placed her shirt around her eyes using it as a blindfold. Still bent over, Alexis felt the cool breeze pass her still warm ass as Justice open the refrigerator door. Hearing the familiar sound of his beer bottle opening, she couldn't help but wonder what he had up his sleeve.

Pounding half of his beer and letting out a Viking like belch, Justice stood back to admire his handy work, impressed that Alexis was actually not resisting his directions. Her submissiveness made him want her even more but he used self restraint so that he could finish what he had started." Lay down on the floor….NOW!!!" he commanded.

Not daring to be told twice Alexis quickly moved to the floor kicking her pants off as she went. The coldness was a shock to her system, causing her nipples to swell. Justice noticed this and grabbed the clothespins from the cabinet, placing one on each nipple. Breathing in sharply from the sudden pain, Alexis subdued the scream she wanted to let out. Taking one of her meaty pussylips between his fingers Justice continued to place the clothespins on Alexis. Doing the same to the other lip, he loved what he saw. Alexis also was enjoying the clothespins on her genitals once the pain slowly ebbed away.

"I want you to pull your cunt open by the clothes pins, you god damn slut" As she did this her love oils spilled out and down her ass crack, leaving no doubt that she was enjoying the punishment Justice was giving her. Grabbing her by the ankles he brought them up over her head so that her toes touched the floor. Using his knee as a brace, Justice picked up the half empty beer and began to fill her pussy with beer. "Oh my god…that shit is cold" she attempted to say through her panties. Hearing the muffled sentence Justice slapped her ass again to remind her to remain silent. With her pussy now full of beer Justice placed his mouth over her opening and drank the beer out of her. "God damn that is the best fucking way to have a beer," he chuckled. Alexis smiled knowing that she had pleased her man with her submissiveness.

"Now that I've finished my beer it is time to fuck that slutty fuck hole of yours." Justice exclaimed. Removing the clothes pins from her now swollen twat lips, Justice quickly began easing the neck of the bottle into her. Going as deep as he could to get Alexis stretched out. The intrusion was a surprise to Alexis but she quickly relaxed her muscles to make the violation as pain free as she could. Satisfied she was properly gapped. Justice yarded the bottle out of her with an audible pop. Not wanting her tits to feel left out he pulled the clothespins off her nipples. The snapping sound was louder than he expected." Nice touch" he thought.

Pulling her panties out of her mouth Justice said "I know you must be thirsty. So lick your cunt juice of the bottle. Her musky scent wafted toward her nose as he brought the bottle to her lips.

"How I love the scent of myself" she thought "but I taste even better." Greedily she licked up every last drop of herself, leaving the bottle sparkling clean. "Enough" said Justice. Spinning the bottle around, he began to bury the base of the bottle into her twat. Alexis had never had anything that big inside her before. She loved the fullness she felt, causing her to leak juices around the bottle.

"Let the fucking lesson begin, where's the bottle to fuck yourself, I know you want to, and don't stop until you have the neck all the way in."

Needing to cum Alexis welcomed this task. Sliding the glass "cock" slowly in and out of herself she made more of it disappear with each downward stroke. While she busied herself with this, Justice began swirling his tongue around her asshole, her pink pucker sucking in a little with each pass of his tongue. He began to poke his tongue up her shitter. The sensation of his tongue in her ass was more than Alexis could handle. She felt her cunt muscles clamp down around the phallic symbol causing her to cum violently.

Justice took his rock hard cock and began to work it in to her pussy. "God damn this shit is fucking tight." It was rough on his dick but he was determined to make his cock fit. Alexis wanted to scream at the top of her lungs from the invasion. She felt like she was being ripped in half. With half of his dick in her cunt Justice spit on her asshole and proceed to jam two fingers into her backdoor.

Tears began to swell as she felt his fingers invade her virgin ass. The pain was almost unbearable. Amazed that her twat was still getting wetter by the second she wondered "How is that possible? This is the most pain I have ever felt in my life but yet I am so turned on by it."

Justice then pulled his pecker out of her pussy and put in her asshole, burying himself balls deep. Her shit hole was much easier to pound on. Not having to navigate around the bottle, Justice continued his thrusting, bringing Alexis to an earth shattering orgasm. She came so hard that she lost consciousness for a few moments.

She squinted as she opened her eyes because Justice had removed her blindfold while she was out. Still having his cock in her ass he said "Push the bottle out of your nasty pussy, you no good slut." Gladly welcoming the relief, she used her very sore cunt muscles to remove the bottle. Landing with a clunk on the floor, the bottle rolled away. Justice took his dick out of her asshole, leaving her feeling very empty. Using both hands he stuck two fingers in her pussy and two in her ass. Pulling Alexis apart to see how gapped he had gotten her. Both of her orifices dilated to the size of a half dollar. "That is so fucking hot. Seeing your fuck holes gapped like that." He told her.

"Get on your knees, bitch. You need to clean my cock off." He poked the head of his dick against her lips. Not wanting to taste her own ass juice she resisted his advances. Justice slapped her face causing her mouth to open and forced his dick to the back of her throat Gagging from the intrusion she almost puked all over Justice. Keeping his cock in her mouth he began to fuck her face like a man on fire trying to put him out. Alexis began to massage his balls and felt them tighten. She knew he was about to finally cum. Pulling out of her mouth, Justice turned away from her jacking himself off to the finish. "AAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he bellowed as the nut scuzz spewed from his cock head, splattering on to the kitchen floor.

"Crawl over there and lick up my kids," ordered Justice. Crawling across the floor she dutifully licked every last drop of his baby batter off the floor. Looking up at him, she opened her mouth to show him that she had swallowed his sweet nectar. Bending down Justice kissed Alexis, tasting himself and her ass. "Not a bad mixture if I do say so myself. He said.

"I know "she grinned "I think I will make sure I need to be taught another lesson real soon."



The Lesson



It was getting late. Harry and John had been drinking and talking – putting the world to rights – and were now both sitting on one of the sofas in John's sitting room – the easier to pass the dope pipe between them. A silence falls – not a difficult one – they are never stuck for words these two. Pleasantly pissed and mildly stoned. Harry leans back into the corner of the sofa with his hands behind his head, sliding his bum forward and his legs further apart.

"Feels nice," he says, slightly moving his knees in and out. John isn't quite sure as to what he's talking about exactly, but he recognises the movement. It comes at that point of stoned relaxation when the dope has arrived somewhere in the area of the groin and you become aware of your cock for the first time in a little while and the thought makes the cost begin to fill – not quite to the point of getting a hard-on – but enough to make you feel that one isn't very far away and that it wouldn't take much...

John says "So, have you given any more thoughts as to whether we should make your fantasy a one last time reality or leave it as a fantasy – for all time?"

"And which fantasy might that be?," says Harry grinning.

"The one," says John, "where Harry gets a lesson in how to suck cock and wanks John off before John brings the attention of his mouth and fingers to Harry's cock and then wanks him to an earth-shattering climax."

"Steady," say Harry, but too late, for his cock has heard and he can feel it growing inexorably to a serious hard-on. He twitches his knees in and out.

"Dunno," he says as John's hand arrives on the inside of his thigh, "there are one or two things I might have problems with, but," he adds, as John's hand moves up and down the inside of his thigh, "if you keep on doing what your doing, then we might," he continues as John's hand arrives at the top of his thigh, "have no choice in the matter."

"Shame," says John dropping to his knees on the floor between Harry's legs, "but I guess we could just take it a step at a time and see," he goes on, slowly unbuckling Harry's belt, "what happens. You don't have to be perfect."

Harry's breath quickens as John unbuttons his jeans and slowly slides the zip down. He lifts his hips slightly as John pulls off the jeans to reveal Harry's hard, elegant, long cock straining at the white cotton of his Y-fronts. With fingertips and back of forefingers, John brushes his way up Harry's thighs to eventually hook his fingers inside the briefs and gently stroke Harry's balls. He pulls at the briefs, easing them down slightly so that the balls drop out either side. He repeats the course taken by his fingers with his mouth – dry kissing his way from knee to groin – and repeat the action with his tongue-tip and then the flat of his tongue, wet with saliva; digging the tongue deep into the corners of Harry's groin, licking his balls, catching them gently between his lips, massaging them with his tongue-tip until they take on a wet slippery life of their own. Sliding his fingers and then his hands into Harry's briefs at the top of his thighs, he gently strokes Harry's cock, pulling the briefs down an inch further, allowing his cock to stretch skywards inside the briefs, but refusing to release it, wanking it gently inside the tent of white cotton. Retreating the way he has come, John stops and looks at the expression of pleasure on Harry's face.

Harry opens his eyes and say "Don't stop."

John grins and says "Sorry, that was just a taster. You've got work to do before you get any more of that."

Rising to his feet, he crosses the room and returns with a bottle of poppers. He unscrews the top, releasing the sweet, sickly smell, and puts the bottle to one side. With a grin, he slowly unbuttons his jeans, dropping them to the floor, Harry watching from under his eyelashes. John's cock makes a hard outline in his briefs; a glimpse of the swollen head trying to escape from the leg of the Y-fronts. John eases the cotton back over the head of his cock; slides back the foreskin and, wetting his fingers, slips them gently over the hard velvet head. Eyes half-closed he gives a little moan, then eases his aching cock back into his briefs. He arranges himself and Harry on the sofa, their backs against either end, each with one leg up against the back of the sofa – the other foot on the floor, legs spread wide, groin touching groin.

"Now," says John, "fingers only at first and do your worst."

John shuts his eyes with pleasure as Harry's long fingers stroke their way up the inside of his thighs and caress and squeeze the hardness of his cock through the cotton, fingers stealing their way inside his briefs; teasing, touching, stroking it to a glorious aching rod of iron. John returns the favour, then, reaching inside the Y-fronts, eases Harry's cock out of the leg of the briefs to expose the whole of its elegant length. Harry moans as John wets his fingers and slides them smoothly over the purple, slippery head, easing the foreskin back all the way; wet finger-tips teasing the ridge of the cock; wet forefingers gliding down the long hard shaft; making a wet fist of his hand, gently wanking Harry's cock to a gloriously aching hard-on.

"O.K.," he says, "your turn with the wet fingers." – and Harry takes up the challenge, easing John's cock out of the leg of his briefs, wanking it slowly, and then, slipping wet fingertips over the swollen purple cock-head; tentatively at first, but with growing assurance as he watches the helplessly ecstatic pleasure on John's face that his long, wet, sensitive fingers bring.

"Well done," says John opening his eyes, and, by way of thanks, hands the bottle of poppers to Harry who inhales deeply feeling the rush of pure sensation, the increase of heart rate, the blood speeding round his body to his groin, pumping his already swollen cock to the very essence of hardness. John takes both cocks in one hand, wanking them together ever so gently, rubbing his wet thumb and forefinger over and under and between the swollen heads.

"Nice," says Harry.

"Yup," says John, "but there's a lesson to be learned." And taking Harry's hand he starts to nuzzle his little finger with his lips. "So," he says, "let's say that this is a clit belonging to the woman you desire most. The trick is to keep your teeth out of the way and your mouth wet. Not," he adds, "that I know much about clits, but I do know cocks and, in this instance, I think that size is probably the only difference."

Gently, slowly, and with the slightest of suction, he pulls at Harry's finger-end with his mouth, flickering the tip of his tongue across the end, eventually drawing the whole finger into his mouth, massaging it with the warm, wet flat of his tongue, slowly raising the level of suction and pumping his mouth up and down the length of the finger.

"Now," he say, "you do the same thing – on your own finger – reproduce the sensation that I've just given you. A small tip," he adds, "is to imagine that you're an old man without his false teeth – gross I know, but give it just a touch of that – don't go overboard with the idea, otherwise you'll lose the sensitivity of your lips." And Harry does so while by way of encouragement, John gently, slightly pulls and strokes Harry's cock.

"O.K.," he says, "let's see how you're doing. Try my finger." So Harry does and is, as John knew he would be, a natural, but he makes Harry repeat the process with a forefinger and then with two fingers together until John is satisfied that he's learned that part of the lesson.

"Next stage," he says. Picking up the bottle of poppers, he stands up and crosses the room, his rampant cock leading the way, and fetches the long mirror from the hallway,

"O.K., we're over here now."

Harry, his cock reaching skywards, goes to join him. John positions him with his back against one of the pillars of the room divider and adjusts the mirror so that Harry can see his cock reflected in it.

"Pay attention," he says, kneeling down at the altar of Harry's long cock, "keep your eyes open, and watch what I'm doing. But, before I do anything, I'm going to put this on; we don't want you coming too soon." He slides Harry's briefs off, allowing his balls to fall free, straps a leather cock-strap around Harry's cock and balls, increasing, if such a thing were possible, its long lean hardness, and hands him the bottle of poppers.

Harry watches in the mirror as John extends the tip of his tongue to the head of Harry's pulsing cock to taste the warm saltiness of the pre-cum. Harry's cock twitches in response, and John withdraws his tongue, and then extends it again, flicking with wetness the twitching head, teasing it to reach heavenward, and then suddenly slides the wet O of his lips over the head to meet the edge of the straining foreskin, skimming the point of his tongue around and along the ridge at the back of the cockhead, within the warm cave of his mouth. With one hand he gently pulls down on Harry's cock, letting the tip of his fingers rest and move slightly, glancingly through the pubic hair and with the other he cups and cradles the heavy handing balls, sliding his fingertips into the very crease of the groin, then behind the balls, along the ridge towards the crack of Harry's arse.

"Move your legs apart a little more, and bend your knees a little."

Harry does so, feels his balls swinging free, his cock develop a life almost of its own, a proudness, well beyond the reach of any moral human qualms, an animality.

He inhales deeply on the poppers as he watches and feels John's mouth inch down the length of his cock, his heart rate increasing, all the sensation in his body rushing to his groin, an awareness of the velvet of his cockhead against the warm wet firmness of the roof of the mouth, the pull of the slight suction drawing his cock towards the back of the throat. Half-moan, half-gasp – animal noise – as the lips reach his pubic bone; feels the whole length of his hard cock enclosed in a warm et tunnel.

John pulls his mouth all the way back up the cock to the head; teases the head with his tongue, then slides his mouth back down and up again, pumping the harness; wanking it with his mouth. He lets the cock ride free from his mouth, traces with wet fingers the path just taken by his mouth, following his fingers with his tongue; alternating the tip and the flat of his tongue; slipping his tongue over and around the hanging balls – reaching with warm wetness up behind the balls, digging the tip of his tongue up into the crack of Harry's arse. He wanks the cock with a wet fist easing off the pressure gradually; subsiding.

He looks up at Harry and grins.

"So, do you want to have a go?"

With a little reluctance on Harry's part, they change places. John sees, in the mirror, Harry kneeling, waking slowly on his own cock – trying to bring some relief to the aching, potentially explosive length. He watches as Harry extends his tongue-tip toward the glistening purple head of John's swollen cock.

"Just try tasting it," he says.

And Harry does so, experiencing the warm wet saltiness, feeling the velvet smoothness against the tip of his tongue. Remembering the lesson, he tucks his teeth very slightly behind his lips and slowly and gently eases the first inch into his mouth – and out again. He repeats the action, swirling his tongue-tip against the head, and John moans and bucks his hips a fraction. Encouraged he eases another inch into his mouth, as John drags on the poppers, feeling his cock become a rod of pure physical sensation – losing sense of time and place – conscious only of his cock and the warm wetness of Harry's mouth.

He moans "Don't stop, please don't stop – that's very nice."

Harry, his natural sensuality overcoming his habitual fastidiousness, realises that he can take control, that there are no rules, that he need only do what his intuitive sexiness tells him is pleasure-giving and within his abilities. John inhales again on the poppers as Harry begins to wank the cock with his mouth and with his long wet fingers – John feeling himself float on a tide of pure physical ecstasy and sensation – writhing and gently bucking his hips, as Harry eases more and more cock into his mouth – making a wet fist of his mouth – a cunt – pumping it in and out and in – to the very essence of aching hardness. A buck of the hips too far and Harry suddenly gags and stops.

John smiles and mutters, "Sorry, you were getting too good. Nice one though, very nice – if it had been a clit there wouldn't have been a problem. Nearly on the home straight – just one more thing I want you to experience. Help me to turn the sofa round."


"Why?," asks Harry.

"You'll see."

They turn the sofa so that its back is facing the television. John arranges Harry so that he's kneeling on the cushions with his knees apart, his arms resting on the back of the sofa, facing the screen, his well – shaped arse exposed. With the remote control, John flicks on the video ad hands Harry the poppers.

"Now, a couple of really good lungfuls of those."

Harry does as he is bid, feeling, once again, the rush of sensation to his groin. On the screen a young blood specimen of the best of American manhood is sitting on, and facing the back of an upright chair, his round arse hanging off the edge of the chair, whilst another dark-haired specimen is flicking his tongue-tip around the pink arsehole.

Harry is aware, amongst the mass of sensation in his groin, of his cock being gently pulled down between his legs and of it being slowly, firmly wanked, pumped, milked. He inhales again on the poppers as he feels wet fingers ease the cheeks of his arse apart, feels a wet forefinger running gently up and down and round the rim of his arsehole. The wet forefinger is replaced by the tip of John's tongue. Harry almost loses consciousness in an ecstasy of pleasure, as John's tongue flickers around his arsehole, stroking, sucking, gently, very gently biting, pushing its way in – feels his arse being fucked by a tongue. The sensation seems to go on for ever – he is becoming nothing more, bodily, than his cock and balls and the rim of his arse. The tongue stops, and on screen, the young blonde is bucking his hips against the edge of the chair as his companion finger-fucks his arse – languidly wanking his own impressive hard-on. Harry feels John follow suit – a wet forefinger easing its way into the hot smoothness of his own arse and hitting the spot – massaging it to the height of pure sensation, whilst a hand is gently, firmly, relentlessly pumping his cock. Harry has no discrimination any more – doesn't care any more – this is sex itself personified – without words.

He feels the finger easing itself out of his arse, his cock being gently released, hears John get to his fees and feels the hard length of John's cock – streaming with pre-cum – being rubbed firmly, smoothly, and slightly urgently along the crack of his arse.

"Don't know about you," John murmers, "but I'm nearly there."

The cock leaves his arse, and turning, Harry sees his friend sit on the other sofa with his legs spread wide – eyes half-closed – moaning gently as he wanks the wet length of his cock – varying the rhythm from fast to slow and back to fast, rubbing his wet finger-tips over and around a cock-head ready to explode.

Harry climbs off the sofa, and kneeling between his friends legs, takes control of the wanking – setting a steady, gentle, relentless pace. "Thanks," John moans, "that's great – feels really good." And surrendering to the sensation, he puts one hand up behind his head, and with the wet fingers of the other, strokes, from time to time, the swollen head – darting in and out of the rhythm of Harry's hand – his knees moving in and out – his hips bucking gently, slightly desperately, urgently. He takes one final lungful of poppers – his breathing becomes faster and faster – deeper and deeper – catching in his throat – animal noises from somewhere far inside – moans, half-gasps. Faster still and faster – panting – and he comes – in an explosive frenzy of sound and movement – taking forever – the cum flying in spurts from his cock-head – hitting the back of the sofa – the wall – a monstrous volcanic release – finally easing, dying down, subsiding – replacing his friend's hand with his own – milking the last few drops of cum – easing the now exquisite tenderness back down to earth, to reality.

He opens his eyes. "Fucking hell, "he says. And then, "Thank you."

Harry drops onto the sofa beside John – pulling urgently at his hard-on, helpless to control any more the overwhelming demands of the mass of pure sensation that his cock has become.

"Hey," John says, "that's my job."

And, once more dropping to his knees, he takes over Harry's cock – with mouth and wet fingers alternately gently teasing and then firmly pumping the aching rod – with tongue and the lightest touch of fingernail skimming the inside of Harry's thighs – pulling and sucking his balls – rolling them in his mouth – gently, firmly tugging at them – letting them go. Harry's hips are slip way forward – bucking relentlessly – his knees as far apart as his taut thigh muscles will allow – he is all cock – nothing else matters. He drags hard on the poppers – goes with the rush of sensation as John increases the pace, wanking Harry's cock with his mouth – his lips a tight O against the explosive hardness of its wet slippery length. He reaches behind Harry's balls and slides a wet finger-tip against the crack of Harry's arsehole – feels the muscle begin to give – to widen – eases a wet finger into the dark warmth. Harry moans urgently as the finger hits the spot – feels the cum begin to rise. John replaces his mouth with his hand – leaning back, pulling Harry's cock forward to the peak of hardness – slipping a wet slick fist up and down its shining purple length – flicking a tongue tip around its explosively swollen head, then down into Harry's groin – biting at the hollow at the very top of his thigh – tongue-tip flicking and darting over and around the tightening balls – and back up to the cock-head – a wet sensuous dart slipping in and out of the rhythm of the hand – occasionally swallowing the hard purple velvet head for a split second – a dance of cock and mouth and hand – tempo increasing until the three become one insistent, compulsive, primitive, animal machine.

Harry inhales deeply on the poppers for the last time, sets his hips down low and bucks in time to the pace of John's hand and mouth. Low animal noises begin to rise from deep inside – breath quickens to an ecstatic rhythm. John's hand speeds up – faster – urgent – and against the tightness of his fist he feels the rumble come – feels the geyser of cum rise the length of Harry's throbbing cock – the animal moans exploding to a shout – a cry of soul release – and Harry comes – splattering his chest, his stomach, his thighs with hot, urgent, powerful spurt after spurt of energy – endless ecstasy of pure sensation.

John slows the rhythm as the geyser subsides to sporadic jerks – Harry's hips bucking once, twice more and coming to rest – sweat on his face and torso – breathing hard and sharp and fast – breathing easing – body still.

"Wow," he says, and then "Um, thanks."

"Welcome," says John.

"Not sure," says Harry "what I'm feeling."

"Don't worry about it," says John "we did say it was a one-off."

"So we did," says Harry "and maybe it was."

"Maybe?" John queries.

Harry grins, "Maybe," he says.



The Lesson



I can feel her eyes on me as she walks about me in a circle, on hand on her hip, a crop in the other tapping lightly against her thigh. I want desperately to follow her with my eyes, to look for the approval I so desperately desire. But that isn't the way this works. I must be good. I must be the essence of patience. For her.

"Kneel, my pet."

I quickly comply, as gracefully as I can manage, sinking to my knees on the soft plush carpet, and sit back on my heels, hands resting lightly above my knees, just how she likes it; as I was trained to do, with eyes downcast. As she makes another circle around me, I can see her boots go by, high heeled suede done in a rich black. Maybe later she'll let me nuzzle them. I love the feel of suede against my skin.

She's standing behind me again and I hear a jangling sound; suddenly there's a leather collar around my neck that she locks shut in back. It's heavy, but soft, and hearing that lock click into place, feeling the cool metal of the lock against my flushed skin is enough to arouse me. She's still for a moment, and she gives another command.

"Give me your hands, pet."

"Would you prefer up or down, Mistress?"

I can almost hear the smile in her voice as she replies to me. "Good girl for asking. Up."

I lift my arms into the air for her, wrists together, and feel her fitting leather padded cuffs around them. She gently bends my elbows, and fastens the rings on the cuffs to the ring on the back of the collar, pinning them. I can feel her plant a soft kiss on the top of my head, and she moves around to the front again, this time with a spreader bar in hand. She tells me to rise up so I'm on my knees, and she fastens the bar right above them, so that I can still kneel, but my legs must be apart, presented for her pleasure. I close my eyes and try to see how I must look to her. Breasts thrust forward and up from how my wrists are bound, eyes cast down in total subservience, legs spread, moisture starting to gather where they meet. I feel my skin begin to flush from the feel of her eyes on me. 

I'm so lost in thought that the swish and crack of the crop on my back catches me by surprise and I almost topple over. I can hear her chuckle to herself before chastising me for daydreaming. I murmur an apology, and try to regain my composure. I see her boots move in front of me again, and the crop is gently under my chin, lifting it so that my eyes rise to meet hers. She's smiling softly, and looks pleased, which only sets my heart racing faster. 

"You are so lovely presented this way, pet. Do you enjoy it?"

"Yes Mistress, I do."

She hooks the crop onto a small clip on her belt and leans down, placing her lips firmly on mine, tasting what is hers to take. I try to sit up higher, to make it easier for her, and the kiss deepens, her tongue working its way into my mouth, tasting of vanilla and spice. She pulls back, too soon in my opinion, and she looks down at me again, hands on her hips. 

"Would you like to play, pet?"

My face brightens and I nod eagerly. It's not often we get a whole night uninterrupted.

"Yes, I would!"

Her eyebrow quirks and a small smile tugs at her mouth. 

"What was that, pet? I believe you missed a word."

I realize my mistake, not using her title. I try to correct it, to apologize, but I can see by the smile on her face that she's set now on making sure I don't soon forget my mistake. Unbuckling my knees, but keeping my wrists pinned to the back of my neck, she grabs my upper arms and helps me stand.

"You were doing so well, pet. But a slip like that cannot go unpunished. But don't worry. I don't think you'll make the same mistake again anytime soon, will you pet?"

"No Mistress." I can hear the embarrassment in my own voice. How could I have done something like that? Calling her by her title was one of the first things she trained me to do. But I forgot myself in my excitement. I would have to try harder in the future.

She sets me in the middle of the room, and taps one manicured finger against her lips, a contemplative look on her face as she tries to decide the best way to discipline me. I personally can think of a few very effective ways, but it isn't as if she needs my help. She's devilishly creative enough on her own.

Then her face brightens, and I know she's come up with something. Moving to a toggle switch on the wall, she lowers down one of the chains from the ceiling above me. She unclips the wrist cuffs from my neck and fastens them to the dangling chain, then moves back to the switch, and raises the chain till my arms are stretched high in the air, and my feet can barely stay flat on the carpet. She approaches me again and attaches one of the longer spreader bars to my ankles, so that now only the balls of my feet are making solid contact with the floor. She stands back, admiring her handy work, and nodding goes to the cabinet against the far wall. From it I can see her take a leather wrapped bit gag and a blindfold. Walking back over, she places the blindfold on me, taking care not to catch my hair in it, and then pauses.

"Before I gag you pet, have you anything to say?"

"I sincerely apologize for not making proper courtesy to you, Mistress. I will try harder."

"Dully noted, pet."

And then the gag is in my mouth, the taste of leather familiar and almost soothing as I feel the strap tighten around my head as she buckles it into place. For a few moments after, nothing happens, and I begin to worry that she's going to leave me like this, waiting, just to watch me squirm. But she prefers to make me squirm in other ways. I catch a whiff of the perfume she's wearing moments before I feel her hands on me, gently caressing my breasts, thumbs lightly brushing my hard, upturned nipples. Moaning softly into the gag, I try to push myself forward with my toes, to give myself to her hands, but I can't get enough contact with the floor. I hear a swish and a line of fire lights up across my ass as I hear her cluck her tongue, behind me now.

"You've been bad. Why do you think you deserve to be rewarded?"

Another swish and another line of fire, and this time her hand follows it, not hitting, but rubbing, seeming to push the burn farther into my skin. She strikes me three more times, each time pausing to rub it in with her hand. By the time she's done, my cheeks are burning, and must be a glowing shade of red, from the feel of it. Despite the pain, though, I can still feel my arousal growing, my pussy getting wetter. I feel her touch the end of the crop lightly against my mound, and I try desperately to push down against it, but she moves it with me, keeping it just so; keeping it so that there's maddening contact, but not any friction. Not that I can move very far anyway. My arms are pulled up so high that I can't even lower myself a fraction of an inch. I'm moaning more steadily now against the gag, trying to make her understand that I'm sorry, that I'll never be bad again. She ignores me, and changes to gently tapping the end of the crop against my throbbing clit, not enough to hurt, but enough to stimulate my already sensitive flesh. If she keeps this up much longer, I'm sure I'll go insane. 

"Now pet, you were bad. Take your punishment like a good kitten. If you complain it will only get worse; you know that."

The tapping from the crop stops, and I almost cry from the loss of even that much contact. I can smell her perfume near me again, and I feel something being pressed up against my clit and strapped into place around my hips. With dawning horror I realize what it is. It's the remote control butterfly vibrator I got her for her birthday. I try to plead for mercy from behind the gag, sure that I'll go mad if she keeps stimulating me without giving any release. Her only response is a low laugh and the click noise of the dial on the remote being turned on. The sensation begins immediately, what feels like little fingers thrumming against my clit, driving me crazy. I twist in the restraints, knees going momentarily weak before I regain my bearings. I can feel tears of need starting to run down my face behind the blindfold, and I wish she would un-gag me just so that I could beg forgiveness from her. I hear another click, and can feel the vibrator rev up to its highest setting, and I swear I can see the vibrations behind the blindfold, waves of tingling color, washing over my clit, making me writhe. Then there are two clicks, and suddenly the sensation stops, and I'm left hanging; literally and figuratively. My breath is ragged in my ears, and I can hear myself whimpering pitifully into the leather of the gag. She un-straps the vibrator from me, and I feel one of her fingers probe my wetness as I feel her breath light on the side of my face.

"Now pet, I believe you've been properly disciplined for your transgression. That being said, I think you've suffered enough for the evening. Would you like to come now?"

I nod weakly, tears still streaming down my face, as I feel the finger in me begin to move, followed by another one pressed firmly against my clit, rubbing. Between that and the almost unbearable teasing I just went through, it doesn't take me long to come, screaming my release at the top of my lungs. By the time the convulsions in my pussy stop, it's only the arm restraints holding me up, my being far past the point of exhaustion and endurance. I hear the whir of the motor in the ceiling, and the chains from the ceiling slacken slightly so that my feet come all the way to the floor even with the spreader bar still on. She releases that, and then I feel one of her arms around my waist, holding me firmly, as the other reaches up to unhook my wrists from the ceiling chain. Taking me in her arms, she lowers me gently back to the soft carpet where I started the evening, and removes the cuffs from my wrists, kissing each one in turn as she does so. Lastly she removes the bit and the blindfold, offering me a glass of water to sip from as I sit in her lap and she slides the hair back from my face. She leans down and gently kisses me on the forehead, hugging me as she does so.

"Love you, pet."

"I love you too, Mistress." 



The Lesson



After several requests for more of the delectable Tracey, I've decided to write a follow-on story to; 'mindblowin'... 

"Oh! Father Jack, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like my dear?"

Tracy leant against the front door and looked up to where I stood on the stairs, at just the right height for her succulent mouth for my cock, beckoning her towards me through the open zipper. We'd just returned from a 'Vicars and Tarts' party and after several hours of teasing I was ready. More than ready.

"Hardly appropriate behaviour for a man-of-the-cloth wouldn't you say?" She replied tartly, hanging her hat on my rigid length and making her way into the kitchen.

I removed her hat, hung it on the hall-stand and followed her furiously. "How long is this going to continue?" I stormed, slamming the kitchen door open.

She regarded me calmly and poured a nightcap of brandy, added coke and ice, then took a thoughtful sip before replying. "That attitude isn't going to help you for a start and until you answer my question, this," she said, cupping her crotch, "is on strike."

My smouldering expression made no impression on her serene demeanour. Damn! The woman used her sex like a sniper. I could force myself upon her, despite her superior weight advantage, but couldn't abide the idea of doing that to anyone, let alone the woman I loved. Besides, it'd be safer sticking my penis in a bear trap doing that to her! We regarded each other with the cunning of chess players at a critical moment during the match. She knew I was getting desperate and would wait patiently until I gave her the answer - but I had no idea how she'd take it and risked losing her one way or the other. I may be damned if I did - but I was certainly condemned if I didn't. My previous relationship had crashed with the revelation hovering on the tip of my tongue and the thought of this one doing the same filled me with foreboding. Still, the risk had to be taken.

"I need a drink." I said, taking the bottle and a glass into the living room, pouring a generous measure before sitting down, looking at her over the rim as I took a hefty belt of the fiery liquor.

Tracy sat opposite, regarding me carefully, aware that my resolve had been weakened and said with heavy irony; "confession is good for the soul. You of all people should know that - Father."

"True." I acknowledged with a crooked smile and drained my glass. But knowledge is power...and too much can be a dangerous thing."

Tracy lit a cigarette and sat back with a sigh in the thick cushions, crossing her legs to reveal a breathless expanse of stockinged thigh. I licked my lips and leaned forward for a better view, grabbing the pack from the low coffee table between us. She ran a sharp fingernail down her taut suspender, snapped it playfully and said; "but I already have the power without knowing what you're about to say."

"You have a pretty good idea after last Sunday," I muttered, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke at her, "you just want to hear me admit it."

"Admit what?" She replied coyly, twanging the suspender hard enough to make her thigh muscle ripple.

"That I enjoy...sucking cock." I said, nervously studying her.

Her smile widened, as did her thighs as she uncrossed her legs, parting them in my direction for the first time in a week. She kicked off her low-heeled shoes, placed her feet on the edge of the table and smoothed down her skirt. "Is that all?" Tracy purred, smoking her cigarette in such a way as to make my cock throb inside my boxers.

"Not all," I said, encouraged by her response to add; "sometimes more. It depends."

"On what?"

I leaned back in my chair and fished out my erection. "On how horny I am," I said, slapping it suggestively on my palm.

Tracy flicked ash in the general direction of the ashtray. "Then you're probably ready for one up the arse by now," she drawled.

"Does that disgust you?" I probed, relieved that Tracy hadn't got up and walked out by now.

"It excites me," she said after a moments hesitation, breathing harder as she watched my hand move slowly up and down, her thighs parting a little further. Her emerald eyes sparkled at my exhibition of lust and display of trust in our love. "Tell me more."

I pushed my trousers down, stretched both legs under the table and carried on stroking while I told her how I'd gone for a massage and ended up taking lessons from Kenny in aromatherapy each week for six months, sometimes sucking his fat, six inch cock; sometimes getting sucked by him until I lost control one evening and eagerly took him deep inside me.* 

"We still meet regularly, once a month," I concluded.

"Then you've met six times since going out with me," she deduced, "you bad boy! I should..."

"But we've not done anything...well, jerked each other off a bit - but nothing else." I hastily protested, opening my hands. "After all, it's just sex. You're the only one I want. The only one I truly love."

There it was. The L-word. During all this time it had been an unspoken emotion between us but now I'd empowered her with all she needed to take control of the relationship. Nervously, I bit my lip, wishing I hadn't gone so far, but unable to take back what I'd said. Her eyes narrowed, weighing up my sincerity against the plight I was in. Tracy knew that men will say anything to get into a woman's knickers and obviously suspected I was using it as a ploy to do the same. She finished her cigarette and lit another before committing her thoughts to words, leaving me in breathless suspense.

"Kneel down there," she said after coming to her decision, gesturing at the floor beneath her feet.

Without arguing I did as she asked, moving the table back to create enough space for me to kneel compliantly. From this point on, she could do anything from crushing me underfoot like a bug to getting up to walk out of my life forever. The sensation was terrifying and arousing at the same time, confusing my muddled mind further, leaving me helpless to guess, or prevent, what she'd do next - Tracy placed the ashtray on the arm of her chair then both feet on my back, pinning me there at her convenience.

"You say you love me," she began, wiggling down in her chair to get more comfortable, "and yet you don't trust me enough to tell me about this man."

"It's not that..." I tried to explain.

"Don't interrupt," she said curtly, knocking my head down with the heel of her foot. "If you loved me you'd also trust me. The two go hand in glove. Love, trust and honesty are essential for me to believe we have any chance of staying together. If you'd admitted seeing another woman behind my back I'd be gone already, understand?"

Oh-oh, she was in full bitch mode. I answered quickly; "yes," and shut up. Keeping my answers short and pertinent would be my only hope now.

"Yes, what?" Tracy demanded, rubbing the heel of her foot along my spine.

"Yes. My Lady," I amended, cursing myself mentally for the lapse in etiquette. I should've known better by now.

"If ever I find out you've had another woman I'll make sure you never fucking do it again. With anyone, man or woman. You hear me?"

"Of course, My Lady. Why would I? You're all I need."

"Really? Then why see this man?"

She had me there. Why indeed? I raised my head a little and risked an answer. "I go there to relax and unwind. Nothing more. He's the best masseur I know and never fails to ease the knots out of my back. You know I'm not gay, and it don't matter to me that he is. As long as his hands work their magic on my back I'd still see him...with your permission, of course." 

Tracy took a thoughtful draw on her cigarette and dug her heels into the small of my back. She knew I needed medication for a back injury incurred at work and realised my monthly visits may not be merely for the thrill of sex after all.

"Is he a good cock sucker?" Tracy asked after several minutes.

"He's good...but not as good as you, My Lady." I dutifully replied.

"Flattery won't help you now," she said, stubbing out her cigarette and leaning down to lift my head up so she could look into my eyes. "Do you fuck each other or is it all one way?"

"We rarely fuck," I admitted, wincing at her sharp nails cutting into my chin, "it's usually oral."

"It tastes good?" Tracy inquired, stroking my throat as though trying to induce a reflex for a particularly bitter pill.

"It's ok...not as nice as mine, but I got used to it."

"You always eat your own cum after having a wank?"

"No...at least, not recently. Being with you has cut down my frequency."

"Aren't you sweet." She smiled smugly and tickled my chin like a favoured pet. "What were you thinking about last time you did it?"

"The way you suck my cock." I replied promptly, feeling it lurch upwards at the thought of those lips wrapping themselves around its rigid head.

"Like this?" Tracy purred, slipping two fingers into her mouth and sucking them slowly, teasingly, her tongue licking over them as they would my shaft...if I should be so lucky! "What about my pussy? Don't you think of that too?"

"God, yes!" I breathed, taking a deep breath of her aroma, drifting sensually from under her skirt.

"Have a good sniff, you dirty bastard," she insisted, letting my chin drop as her hand made its way up between her spreading thighs.

I breathed deep, inhaling her sweaty aroma and natural musk. Her feet pushed me closer then her knees clamped either side of my head, preventing me going too far in my quest to get near the source but allowing me to see how juicy she was by opening her thighs wide. Tracy had shaved before getting dressed, her smooth mons glistened with excitement. My mouth watered at the sight and I licked my lips, bringing a throaty chuckle from her as she slipped a moist finger along the slit and gently rubbed her clit.

"You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" Tracy said, pinching her clit. I simply nodded, breathing her scent deep and hard. "You want to lick it? Suck it? Fuck it with your tongue? Your cock?"

"Yes, yes, yes and, oh-my-God; Yes!" I whispered, swallowing hard.

"Suck my finger," she demanded, waving her sticky digit in front of my face. "Suck it like you suck his cock," she insisted, watching me closely as I took it between my lips, tasting her salty juices. "That's right, lick it. Tease it with your teeth. Make it wet...as wet as my pussy."

I willingly did all she asked, breathing the increasingly stronger scent of her sex, taking two, then three fingers into my mouth and sucking them until they dripped with saliva. Carefully she took them out, running them around her slippery lips while pushing two fingers from her other hand into my mouth.

"I want to watch you suck his cock while I finger my pussy." Tracy said, sliding three fingers knuckle-deep inside her juicy hole. "Is he big? Can you take it all down?"

I paused and replied; "Big enough, and yes," before resuming my task, slobbering over her hand while my eyes maintained unblinking contact with her pussy.

"Tell him I'm coming with you on the next visit," she went on, finger fucking herself into a frenzy. "Say I want a lesson in massage."

"If I do, can we fuck tonight?" I said, panting at the sight of her hands pulling the lips of her cunt open.

Tracy inched forward, ruffling her skirt round her waist, bringing her pussy tantalisingly close to my tongue. "No deals," she cautioned, holding me tight between her thighs as I tried to get nearer, "you get nothing 'til I get what I want."

"Please, My Lady." I begged, waving my tongue at its fullest extent in a vain attempt to taste her flesh. The smell of her arousal, the heat, was driving me frantic with desire.

"Arrange it," she implacably demanded, lighting another cigarette while teasing her clit, "and I'll let you cum over my pussy."

I cracked like cheap porcelain under the heat of her persistence; "Alright! Yes, damnit, yes!"

"As soon as..?" Tracy inquired, squeezing her plump breasts which had burst the confines of her taut blouse.

"I usually go on Friday night." I said.

"Good! Look how hard my nipples are in anticipation." Tracy grinned, rolling the thick teats between her fingers. "See what you've done to my clit? It needs cum," she breathed, flicking it with a sharp nail, "is your cock hard? Kneel up, let me see."

Her thighs relaxed, lifting back to expose the full glory of her wet pussy, enabling me to kneel before her with gratitude. A flick of the wrist raised my cock in salute, skinning the swollen head mere inches from her cunt.

"Is that all for me? Or are you thinking of him?"

"It's all for you, My Lady." I honestly replied. Every time we were together I thought of her. It was impossible for me to do otherwise. I've never felt the need to waste my imagination on other bodies during sex. Some men feel the need to distract themselves to prevent an early release; others like to fantasise about a celebrity or the girl-next-door to get off. All i ever needed was the sexual stimulus of a warm, willing partner.

"You've got a beautiful cock, baby," she said, holding her legs open in a perfect 'V'.

"Thank you, My Lady." I politely responded, stroking my cock slowly.

"Rub that fat head on my clit."

I shuffled forward and we sighed with pleasure as the head of my cock kissed her clit, the shaft caressing her wet slit as it slid up and down. Her juices smeared the full length until it glistened, throbbing with urgency for more intimate contact. I breathed deep, resisting the powerful urge to take her right there, slapping her clit to bring a smile to Tracy's face, her expression rapt with attention to every stroke.

"You like that?" Tracy said, bringing her legs down to pull me close.

"I love it!" I groaned, feeling my balls slap against her big arse. "You have such a sweet pussy. So wet. So hot, and tight.

"Give it some spunk," she moaned, feeling a warm surge of cum instantly pour over her clit in response.

Her fingers dipped to scoop some into her mouth, leaving the rest dripping on her flesh to be played with at her discretion. "That's enough. No more...stand back!"

I stood, gasping hard as i controlled the flow by squeezing the base of my cock, letting go when it felt safe to do so and watching her rub the cum into her pussy - easier said than done when Tracy was not only fingering her hungry pussy but also sucking one of her voluptuous tits, teasing the nipple out with her teeth. Her legs snaked out, pushing me back to a safe distance, stroking my cock with her stockinged feet. The soft whisper of nylon, combined with her firm grip brought me dangerously close to losing my load. I looked deep in her glorious eyes and thought of...nothing, entering a Zen-like trance where we danced within each others flesh without barely touching.

"Oh Yes!" Tracy purred, gauging the extent of desire deep in my brown eyes. "You want this pussy so bad, you'd do anything for it. I moaned, grabbed her feet in both hands and began pumping my cock between them, relishing the sensual sight and sensation of her body. Her fingers flashed between her cunt lips as she took a deep drag on the cigarette, blowing smoke down her nose while watching me wank over her. "Kinky boy! Don't you dare cum before me," she warned, obviously enjoying the moment.

"Of course not, my love...My Lady." I corrected myself automatically, noting how wide her eyes seemed as she came to realise i wasn't just saying it, but feeling it.

Having crossed this emotional Rubicon, there was no turning back, she would either return my love or reject it. Tracy knew what it cost me to admit my feelings for her and in return, i was aware of the turmoil within her heart. Both of us had been hurt before, but someone had to take the first step towards healing the scars. I happened to have inadvertently done it first. The rest was up to her.

"I know you love my pussy," Tracy said, choosing to misinterpret my statement. "You love to finger it, suck it, lick it, and fuck it." Her fingers dug deeper, scooping more juice over her hand. "You love my big tits too," she went on, squeezing and stroking each one. "To suck on and lick, to fuck and cum on...and i know how much you love to feel my fat arse," she added, slapping it briefly, "bouncing up and down on that hard cock. But, most of all, you love the way i suck you off and swallow your spunk. Nobody gives as good a blow-job as me."

"All true." I admitted. "Every word. And I'm going to shower you with spunk to show how much i do."

"Not yet!" Tracy begged, squeezing another finger up her cunt to fist more juice out. "I want you to watch me cum first. Soon! Almost there now..." Hot juices poured over her hand and along the crack of her luscious arse as she thundered towards a mighty climax. Her eyes, glazed with bliss, remained fixed on my cock thrusting hard between her feet. "...Oh yes. Yes! Now! Wank it all off, baby. Shoot a big load for me!"

"Now, M'Lady?" I said, a supercilious grin smeared across my face.

"Yesssss," she hissed, moving her hand from tit to clit, rubbing it busily while attempting to shove the other hand even deeper inside her streaming cunt, "now! Do it...cum for me!"

"Your wish," I smirked, smearing the soles of her feet with pre-cum, "is my command."

A hot streak of spunk flew through the air and splashed over her hands. Tracy shrieked with pleasure, squirting juices between her fingers, and rubbed her feet over my cock, gathering each spurt until spunk dripped from her toes like festive streamers.

"You look so beautiful when you cum," I said, pulling her foot up to my mouth to begin cleaning the juice off, "that's something else i love about you."

Tracy moaned happily and sucked her fingers clean, content to watch me go about my unbidden business.

"The way your smile lights up your eyes," I continued, licking her toes and sucking them clean of cum. "The warmth of your embrace and the way your lips melt when we kiss. The expression on your face when you're happy, and the touch of your hand in mine. All these things I've come to love, and need more than just physical gratification. I could live without your sex, but not without your love. My Lady, i will worship your body, respect your mind and cherish your very soul as though they were mine for as long as we're together.

Her eyes shone lovingly, though she spoke matter-of-factly, pointing at an errant cluster of spunk around her pussy; "you missed a bit."

I grinned, slid my tongue down her leg and lapped it up, holding it in my mouth as i kissed her pussy, her navel, her nipples then her sweet lips, dripping the love-juices onto her tongue. Our kiss persisted until the afterglow faded around us, then we went to bed, clothes strewn in our wake. As i drifted into slumber in the small hours of the morning i thought i heard a small voice, far above, whisper; "I do love you, you know."

The things we do for love! I never regretted it for a moment. Not then, not ever. And certainly not when we paid Kenny a visit, as it had surprising consequences.

*(see bare-back riding.) 



The Lesson



I had been suspecting for a while now that my young wife was having an affair. There had been little hints and signs: coming home from work to find that my wife had taken a shower in the middle of the afternoon; her eagerness to 'surprise' me now and then with a home-cooked dinner and pampering massage; the way she sometimes abruptly hung up on her cell phone when I would walk into the room (and the fact that she got a new cell, one that had a password lock on the memory).

And then there was the new lingerie I had found in the laundry basket, a set I had never seen before and which had obviously been worn . . . with another man's dried cum in the gusset of the panties.

At first, I was furious. It was a good thing Alexis was out of town that weekend with her mother; I might have acted on my first impulse and strangled her right then and there. But as it turned out, the fact that she wasn't going to be around for another two days was the best thing for me.

After I calmed down, I thought about it. Why would my wife cheat on me? I doted on her, gave her what she wanted without spoiling her, treated her with love and affection. We had a healthy sex life, and I knew I took care of her needs in bed. I wasn't smothering, had never tried to keep tabs on her. I was, if I say so myself, the perfect husband.

I sighed. But then, I was thirty-seven and my wife was twenty-three. She was young, gorgeous, wild and kinky. Two years before, when we met in a nightclub, Alexis was working as a topless dancer and juggling a couple of boy-toys. In fact, that very night, she had been at the club with 'a friend,' but she dumped him like an old pair of panties to hook up with me. I was, as they say, the 'total package:' affluent, stable, good-looking and in great shape. Alexis had thought I was no older than twenty-nine and thought that I was 'really hot' for a man of any age. 

Her eyes flashed when I told her I owned my own company, her pussy dripped when I showed her to my convertible BMW, and she swooned when she took out my eight-inch tool and, right there in the parking lot, with the top down (hers and the car's), started blowing me.

At first, I figured, Alexis just wanted a one-night stand. She fucked like a demon and did every kinky thing I suggested. In the morning, instead of asking me to take her home, she asked me to call in to work and stay home to make love to her all day. Well, a week later, Alexis moved in; four months later, I proposed; six months after that, wedding bells were ringing. Damn, she looked gorgeous that day. I literally thanked God for sending me an angel.

My friends and business partners commended me on my choice of bride. Alexis, for her part, flaunted herself like a trophy wife eagerly, even if she did embarrass me sometimes. Men leered at her voluptuous, curvy body (a sexy 38D-24-38 packed in a five-foot-seven frame) and long, flowing, natural blonde hair, her luscious lips, and wicked green eyes. 

At pool parties, my wife was barely decent in her skimpy French bikini. At dinner functions, she wore tight strapless numbers or flimsy dresses with deeply plunging necklines that showed a lot of leg and cleavage (and sometimes more, if she moved too suddenly or bent over). Maybe her behavior was scandalous, making the middle-aged wives of my investors and partners blush and whisper under their breath. But Alexis turned me on.

Still, I suppose it wasn't enough for her. Alexis always liked pushing the envelope. Once, while we were shopping in the mall, Alexis, clad in a denim mini-skirt and no panties, tried on pair after pair of shoes, with the help of a pimple-faced young salesman who knelt before her. I got a charge out of watching him stare at my wife's beautiful blonde cunt, and couldn't wait to fuck her.

In a way, maybe her betrayal was partially my fault. I encouraged her exhibitionism, mainly because it turned me on, but also because it got her going, too. I guess it wasn't too much of a stretch that she would go from letting men look to letting them touch.

My wife, the slut, I thought heavily, dropping her soiled panties back in the hamper. Married barely a year and she's already stepping out on me.

My first impulse was to find some eager young thing and fuck the hell out of her. But that would have been too cheap, and ultimately unsatisfying. No, I had to teach Alexis a lesson. I had to show her how much her infidelity had hurt me.

And just like that, the idea came to me. Like an aggressive seed, it grew quickly, germinating into a complex plan.

By Sunday night, I had it all worked out. With morbid glee, feeling like a mad scientist eager to play out his latest scheme, I awaited the return of my wife the following afternoon.

***

Alexis squealed like the dutiful wife she pretended to be when she saw me in the airport terminal, and wrapped her sexy body around mine. I put on a good show, surprising myself with how good an actor I was as I groped and kissed my wife, all the while repulsed by her. I wondered if Alexis had met some former boyfriend back home, and 'relived the good old days.' Was I kissing a mouth that had recently been filled with another man's semen?

I tried not to gag at the thought.

"How's your mother?" I asked as we got to the car. I put her bags in the trunk, opened the door to let Alexis in.

She gave me a sexy smile and casually groped my crotch. "She's good," she said. "She sends her best. How's my big boy? Miss me?"

I smiled. I'm pissed as hell, you cheating bitch! "Anxious to see you naked," I said.

My wife pursed her lips and gave me a sultry look. "Ooo," she cooed. "Wanna take me home and fuck my brains out?" she asked with a giggle.

I smiled, headed around the car. I felt the stirring of an erection, but it was not inspired by my wife. "Actually, I need to stop at the office real quick before going home," I said as I got behind the wheel. "You don't mind, do you, honey?"

Alexis pouted. "Well . . . I guess not," she said, then smiled. "It's good to be back home, baby. I missed you so much. I love you."

I forced the words out while maintaining my fake smile. "I love you, too," I said, and started the car.

***

My company was a product distribution warehouse, thirty thousand square feet with a collection of offices in a loft construction at one end. Normally, my eighteen employees would be busy at work, sending and receiving shipments as trucks came and went. But I had given everyone the day off with pay. I told them it was a reward for being such good employees. Hell, I could afford it; I made an annual profit of damn near three hundred grand.

My personal office was pretty nicely furnished, with big bay windows that overlooked the wharf and shipping piers outside. Carpeted and furnished with a big leather couch, a couple of chairs, a conference table and my big mahogany desk, my office was my home away from home. There was even a private bathroom with a shower stall. Alexis and I had fooled around now and then in the office. I had taken her many times from behind as she leaned over my desk, her skirt pushed up and panties around her ankles.

Hmm, I thought. Gonna have to get a new desk.

I lead Alexis through the door, closed it behind me. I pretended to busy myself with some papers on my desk as my wife sat down on the couch. I could tell she was thinking about the times we had fucked in the office, by the naughty smile on her face.

"What are you thinking about, honey?" I asked casually as I scribbled on some blank paper, pretending to sign documents.

Alexis breathed in, smoothing her hands up and down her tight jeans. She looked around wistfully. "Oh . . . nothing," she said with feigned innocence.

I chuckled. My cock was getting harder with anticipation. My own jeans were getting a little tight. My bulge was showing. "Oh, I think I know what you're thinking," I said, turning to face her.

My wife's eyes fell to my crotch, and she licked her lips. Her cheeks colored as arousal washed through her. Yeah, that's it, baby, get turned on like the good little whore you really are.

"Looks like we're thinking the same thing," she said in that breathy, I-wanna-fuck-right-now way of hers. How many men, I wondered had heard that voice? Alexis' eyes glowed.

"Maybe," I said, feeling a shiver of anticipation at her impending humiliation. My wife took that as arousal.

She bit her lip seductively. "Come here, baby," she said, turning toward me as she sat.

I pretended to give in, and approached her. Her face was level with my crotch. I looked down at her face – so beautiful! So treacherous! – and caressed her soft blonde hair. Alexis stared back at me, her green eyes glazing with lust. Her hands came up and started massaging my cock through my jeans as it grew.

"I think it's time you gave me that welcome-home mouth fuck I've been dreaming about all weekend," she said heatedly.

I smiled. I couldn't believe how well Alexis was playing into my hands. "Oh, have you, now?" I asked her.

My wife nodded, keeping her eyes locked on mine. Her fingers groped and lightly scratched my bulging shaft. Still staring up at me, she leaned forward and gently bit my cock through the layer of denim that encased it. I groaned for effect.

"I want you, baby," she whispered. "Being away for three days was excruciating. I need my husband, baby. I need him to fuck me. Right here, right now."

My dick was throbbing. "Oh, you're going to get fucked, all right," with more meaning than she could fathom.

Alexis grinned, and started undoing my belt. "You remember that time, on our honeymoon cruise, when we were on the side deck? And you had just a towel over you?"

I sighed as Alexis pushed my jeans down, exposing my heavy cock. She gave the head a playful lick. "How could I forget?"

Alexis worked my jeans down, started taking off my shoes. "I just kept sucking you, and we kept getting interrupted as we heard people coming around the corner," she continued as I stepped out of my shoes. Alexis held my jeans as I stepped out of them, nude now from the waist down. Her hands slid up my muscular thighs as she stared up at me in arousal.

"We almost got caught, so many times," she said, breathing warmly on my dick. She kissed the glistening tip, smearing a little pre-cum across her lips. "And when you finally came . . . oh, baby! Like a volcano, you just kept shooting in my mouth!"

I threaded my fingers through her hair. "Best blow job I ever got, honey," I said.

Alexis' eyes blazed. I knew she was gone now, her mind overcome with lust. I could see it in the blush on her face, the way her nipples thrust through her tight shirt. She licked her lips, opened her mouth, and leaned forward, intending to suck me in. "Until now, baby," she whispered wantonly, slipping her pink tongue out toward my dick.

I suddenly stopped her, my hands cupped around her head, and pulled back my bobbing cock. Alexis whimpered with disappointment, giving me a questioning look.

"Strip for me, baby," I said to her.

My wife's shoulders sagged. "Oh, honey, just let me suck it," she practically begged.

I grinned evilly. "Please," I said.

Alexis closed her eyes a moment, then smiled, laughing softly. She leaned back, giving me a look. "Okay, baby," she agreed. "But you gotta promise me—"

"I promise," I said, interrupting her. "I'll cum like you've never seen."

Alexis swooned, eyes glazing once more. She sighed heavily. "Fuck, I'm so hot!" she muttered. Then she shook her head, licked her lips. She gave me a blazing look. "All right. Come on, sit down."

We traded places, and I stripped off my shirt as I sat on the couch. My wife stood, eyeing me hungrily, drinking in my muscular torso and abdomen, my thick arms. I was more stocky than cut, with impressive shoulders, making me look larger than my five-nine height. I weighed damn near two hundred pounds.

Alexis stared at my thick penis as it jutted up from my trimmed nest of black pubic hair, my balls shaved silky-smooth. My wife licked her lips hungrily as she began a strip-tease, dancing to some music only she heard. She ran her hands up and down her body, caressing her heavy breasts, her thighs, running her hands up between her legs. Then, slowly, she began to peel off her clothes.

I had seen my wife dance on stage numerous times during those first few months of our relationship, until she had quit to be the supposedly devoted housewife. I knew she was good, and turned guys on with her sexy moves. She had a penchant for making any guy who saw her at the gentleman's club where she had worked think they actually had a chance to bang her.

'Course, considering that my wife was a slut, maybe they had.

I watched as she gyrated, rolling her hips, slipping her shirt over her head. No bra, of course. Alexis did not wear one if she could help it. Her fake D-cups were pretty firm on their own.

My wife tossed the shirt aside, smoothed her hands over her large round globes. Her nipples were very dark and thick, fully engorged. She tweaked them, pulling on them with her red-nailed fingers, giving me sultry looks. Staring into my eyes, she lifted one of her tits and erotically sucked her own nipple. Despite my revulsion for my wife, I could not help but find that arousing. My dick twitched.

Encouraged, Alexis turned around, arching her back. She unzipped her jeans and slowly, teasingly pushed them down off her hips. I stared as her full, round ass was revealed, as golden-tanned as the rest of her body. She wore a tiny white thong that vanished between the big firm cheeks of her ass.

She bent over, keeping her legs straight, pushing her jeans down. She slipped off her platform shoes, stepped out of her jeans. She planted her feet about shoulder's-width apart, looked over her shoulder at me with a naughty grin. She smacked her hand loudly to her right cheek, making it quiver.

How many times have I watched that ass shake as I fucked her? I thought. And how many other men have done the same?

Alexis squeezed her cheeks, leaving red marks. She pried them apart with both hands, showing me how tiny her thong really was. It barely covered her puckered asshole and bulging, shaved pussy lips. There was a wet spot on the white fabric.

"You wanna see it, baby?" my wife cooed, rotating her hips sexily, as if she was being fucked from behind. "Wanna see my cookie?"

"Show me, baby," I said, slowly stroking my dick. "Show me that hot cunt."

Alexis hissed. She loved dirty talk. At the right times, my use of the word 'cunt' literally made her juice. Like now.

"Oh, yeah, baby, you want my sweet cunny? You wanna see it?" she asked hotly. Her thumbs hooked under the thin elastic straps, pulling them away from her hips.

"Show me that cunt, Alexis," I said. "Show me how wet you are. Show me how much you want my big cock fucking your tight, wet cunt."

"Mmmm," moaned my wife, super-heated beyond reason at this point. With a sexy sigh, she wiggled her thong down off her hips, letting the skimpy garment flutter down to her ankles. Her hands slid back up the backs of her thighs, prying them wide apart, brazenly exposing herself.

"Look at my pussy, baby," she said in a hot, gasping voice. "See how hot and wet I am for you!"

Alexis was, indeed, wet. She had just a tiny patch of honey-blonde pubes on her puffy mound, and thick, fleshy vulvae that were presently shiny with her fluid. Her inner lips were very slender and dark pink, her clit a tiny nub. As she pulled her cunt open with her fingers, her vaginal flesh glistened wetly. I could smell her aroma.

My wife spun around suddenly, giving me the hungriest, hottest look she had given since that first night when she had been desperate to get her mouth on my cock. She cupped her tits again, spreading her fingers across the broad, flushed mounds. Alexis looked like she was about half a second from cumming.

And for a moment, I thought, maybe this was all it took. Maybe she had just needed to be so turned on to the point where she could not think of another man but me. Maybe I could look past her infidelity . . . God, she's so fucking hot!

No! my rational mind all but shouted in my head. She cheated on you once – at least once – and she'll do it again. She married you for money and prestige. She used you and she'll humiliate you. She's a selfish, cheating bitch. She deserves this.

Alexis slipped her fingers between her legs, stroking her snatch, then brought them to her face, staring into my eyes as she sucked off her own tangy juice. I steeled myself, calling upon reserves of willpower to resist the urge to jump up, grab my wife, and shove my dick so deep inside her that she would scream.

Alexis' eyes fell to my thick, throbbing cock. I was so incredibly hard, harder than I had ever been. But not entirely because of her. Of course, Alexis thought that all I wanted was her, and she gave me a self-impressed smile. She settled her hands on her hips as she stood before me, tossing her hair back.

"So, big boy," she said breathily. "You gonna fuck me, or what? Or maybe you just wanna use my mouth . . . maybe you just wanna skull-fuck me and fill my tummy with your cum. I'll do anything you want, baby. Any kinky, nasty, dirty thing on your mind."

I grinned at the opening she had given me. I couldn't have asked for a better segue. "Anything?" I asked her.

Alexis grinned, her eyes glowing. "How dirty you wanna be, big boy?" she asked.

I pushed up, stepping before her. Alexis was so uncontrollably horny at that point, so aroused, that she would have done anything I wanted. I grinned. I had her.

"Close your eyes," I said.

Alexis took in a breath, her big tits swelling. Slowly, she closed her eyes and stood straight before me. I stepped around her, admiring my soon-to-be-ex-wife's body.

What a shame it has to be like this, I thought, heading to my desk a moment. Carefully, as Alexis waited, trembling with desire, I opened the top drawer and took out a box I had placed within. I opened it quietly, took out the items inside. Then I returned to my wife, stepping up behind her.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Alexis," I said in her ear as I gripped her wrists and pulled her arms back. She gave in readily.

"Oh, yes, I'm so bad!" she exclaimed. She gasped as she felt the cool metal of the handcuffs as I slipped them around her wrists. She shuddered and her cheeks bulged as she grinned.

"Ohhhh, baby . . . ." she moaned in arousal.

"Get on your knees," I ordered her.

My wife swooned. "Oh, God, yes," she groaned. "Anything you want." She eagerly lowered herself. I took the other pair of handcuffs, clipped them around her ankles. My wife trembled, flinched slightly at the feel of the cool metal. Then I attached the chain that gave her no more than a foot of slack between her wrists and ankles. Alexis was thus firmly secured on her knees, with her hands behind her back. She couldn't move if she tried, unless she wanted to worm across the carpet.

"Keep your eyes closed," I said, stepping around before her. My cock bobbed over her face. It would be so easy to take her mouth, I thought, to fuck face her deep, force her to swallow my cock, gag and choke on it. I considered the idea briefly; Alexis was a good cocksucker, but she refused to try deep-throat. She said my penis was too big for that; she was afraid of throwing up.

"Yes, master," Alexis said. I arched an eyebrow in interest at her response. My wife had never mentioned she had an S&M fantasy. Maybe it had never really entered her mind until that moment.

I stepped back, looking her over. Fully nude, arms behind her back, big tits pushed out, eyes closed and full lips parted as she breathed in arousal . . . Alexis was stunning. Any man on the planet, seeing her like this, would not have hesitated to take advantage of her.




The Lesson



But I was not just any man. I was the husband she had betrayed.

"I'm going to have to punish you for being a bad girl, Alexis," I said, moving back to the couch.

My wife trembled, her breasts swaying as she shook with arousal. "Of c-course, master," she panted. She suddenly grinned. "Oh, baby, if I knew you were this kinky—"

"Shut up, Alexis," I said sternly.

Alexis gasped, immediately clammed up, playing to the role. She kept grinning. She was enjoying this, anticipating being used. I literally saw droplets of her glistening fluid dripping down her inner thighs as they were splayed wide apart beneath her.

For several moments, I wondered what my wife thought as she heard me sit upon the couch, as she heard faint noises of movement, the whisper of skin on skin. Maybe she heard the soft, wet sounds of lips brushing and kissing. Maybe she heard the sound of a mouth opening wetly and sliding down over stiff, throbbing flesh. I was sure she heard my soft, grateful sigh.

My wife's brow furrowed, and her smile faded quickly. "Honey?" she asked, keeping her eyes closed.

I smiled. "Look at me, Alexis," I said.

Slowly, Alexis did so, and her eyes flew open wide at what she saw before her. She gasped loudly.

I sat back on the couch, my hands upon the bobbing head of my secretary, Emily, as my cock slipped in and out of the woman's mouth. Emily was a pretty, slender brunette with short, spiky hair and a lean, athletic body, a cute round face, high-set, upturned B-cups, smooth-shaved pussy, and a tight, sexy ass framed by 34-inch hips. 

All of this could be seen by my wife, since Emily was absolutely naked as she knelt before me. My secretary had smooth, pale skin, dotted with tiny light freckles across her shoulders, down her arms, and here and there on her body. An impressive, fully-colored tattoo of a rose vine began on the back of her left shoulder and wound diagonally across her back to her firm, round right cheek, where a large rose lay, then wrapped around her lean leg as it spiraled down to her ankle.

Alexis stared for a long moment, mouth agape with shock as she watched Emily's face in profile, sucking hungrily up and down my stiff cock. I sighed at the heat and talented massaging motions of my secretary's mouth. Emily was an amazing cocksucker, better than Alexis, I realized. And to think that I could have been enjoying such blow jobs as this for the past year and a half.

"Wh-wh . . ." began Alexis, dumbfounded by what she was witnessing. She gave me a pleading look, her arousal destroyed by a sudden feeling of panic. "H-honey?"

I gave my wife a dreamy smile as I pumped my hips, driving my cock in and out of Emily's sweet mouth. My secretary, a good five years older than my wife (though she looked far younger), moaned and slurped loudly, smacking her lips along my rod. She obviously enjoyed giving head, and did so with paramount enthusiasm and skill.

"Oh, Alexis, she's so good," I sighed in bliss. "So fucking good . . . even better than you."

Alexis' lips and eyes quivered. "H-honey, if you w-wanted a th-threesome—" she started.

I laughed. "I don't want a threesome," I said as Emily eagerly sucked my dick, plunging down deeper with each pump of her soft, full, pink lips. I guided her head with my hands, watching as my saliva-slicked shaft slid back and forth in my secretary's hot mouth, sinking again and again between her slick lips. Damn, Emily looked so cute and hot like that! I looked back to my wife, unable to disguise the expression of desire and satisfaction on my face. My wife's own shocked expression was priceless.

"I don't want a threesome, Alexis," I said again. "I want you to watch me fuck my secretary."

Alexis stared, wide-eyed, astonished, and, I hoped, more than a little hurt. She was watching as her husband was getting a blow job from another woman. And her husband was very obviously enjoying it. My wife made a choking sound in her throat.

I sagged back, smiling at the eagerness with which Emily gave head. "Oh, God, Emily, you're so good at that," I said.

"Mm-hmm," she moaned passionately around my dick, sucking harder, taking more and more in her mouth. I gasped, arching my back. My wife watched with wide, astonished eyes as my cock slid into Emily's throat, as my secretary pressed her chin to my balls, her lips fluttering around the base of my shaft.

I gasped as Emily kept my cock wrapped up in the tight, rippling tube of her esophagus. Oh, shit! My secretary's throat was tighter than any pussy I had ever fucked!

Emily throat-fucked my cock for a moment longer, then slipped her mouth up along my rod, thick saliva pouring out of her mouth and down my shaft. She gasped, her wet mouth poised around the crown of my slick cock, and sucked up all of her own spit with loud, slurping sounds. She gulped loudly, gasped again, then plunged back down, bobbing rapidly and moaning eagerly all the while, sucking my cock like a desperate woman.

"Oh, God, Emily, if only I'd known . . . ." I said in rapture, enjoying the most incredible blow job I had ever received.

Emily slurped her mouth from my dick, her lips shiny and wet and dripping. She stroked my cock rapidly with her fist, smacking it up and down. Her pretty hazel eyes blazed up at me. "I've wanted you for so fucking long, Mr. Vansen," she said with passionate sincerity. The puffy nipples of her firm little tits danced along my inner thighs as her breasts shook. "Long before you married that slut."

My wife gasped. "'Slut?'" she queried.

I moaned, and pushed Emily back down. With a sexy, purring sound, she willingly swallowed my cock once more, sliding all the way down to the root of my cock. I looked to my wife as I grunted with pleasure.

"See, baby?" I said. "She can take it all the way."

"H-honey . . . ." bemoaned my wife, a pained look on her face. She tried to move, but her bonds held her, and she fell forward. Her big tits mashed to the carpet as she fell, letting out a grunt.

Emily jerked her wet mouth from my dick, pumping it with her slick hand as she looked to Alexis. Her chin was shiny with saliva. She licked her lips and giggled at the sight of my helpless wife.

"Your husband has an amazing cock, Mrs. Vansen," she gloated to my wife. "I'm gonna make it shoot in my mouth. You gonna watch?"

Alexis suddenly seethed, looking angry. "Get the fuck away from my husband!" she shouted, struggling against the cuffs.

Emily ignored her outburst, and grinned up at me. "Cum in my mouth, Mr. Vansen," she whispered heatedly. "I know you want to. And I want it, too."

I moaned, so incredibly turned on. I cupped Emily's pretty face, finding her round cheeks, big hazel eyes and little button nose so erotically cute. She was a girl and a woman at the same time. "Do you, Emily?" I asked her, watching peripherally as Alexis squirmed on the floor, trying to get up. She grunted and huffed in exasperation, glaring at us.

Emily gave me an impassioned look, pumping my cock frantically while rolling my swollen balls with her fingers. "Oh, so much," she said emphatically. "I can't believe I'm finally sucking your dick. You don't know how much I've wanted to do this for you, Mr. Vansen, how many times I've masturbated while fantasizing about this."

I smiled, then pulled her face toward mine. I kissed her soft, wet lips, and my secretary swooned, moaning into my mouth as her tongue darted out to lick my lips. Alexis gasped again.

"Call me Daniel," I said to my hot secretary.

Emily grinned. "Ohh, Daniel," she sighed rapturously, smiling sexily. Her eyes glistened emotionally.

"Don't you call him that!" screamed Alexis from the floor. "He's my husband! And don't you fucking suck his dick! No! G-get your mouth off his—"

"Shut up, Alexis!" I snapped fiercely as Emily went back down, hungrily slurping and sucking once more, swiftly bobbing her head up and down and stroking me to the rhythm of her hot, tight, sucking mouth. She made muffled little whimpering noises as she anticipated my orgasm.

Alexis gasped, looking to me. I had never raised my voice to her before. Her green eyes trembled, and began swelling with tears. Anger was replaced with pain, even fear.

And still Emily's head pumped up and down, her lovely, unequaled mouth bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I leaned back, closing my eyes, savoring the sensations as my secretary sucked and pulled, pumped and stroked, rolling her mouth, massaging with her firm tongue, squeezing my cock and balls with the sole intention of making me erupt in her mouth.

"H-honey," I heard Alexis' strangled voice. She sniffled, then continued, her words choked. "I-I know why you're doing this. B-Baby, I'm so sorry. I-I'll never do it again, I p-promise! I know I was a selfish bitch, and you can punish me any way you want, b-but not like this! Please, baby, not like this!"

I could not deny that Alexis' sobbing, pained words touched me. Maybe she meant what she said, and maybe she would have changed her ways if I had stopped. But it was too late. I could not have stopped Emily if I wanted to, and ultimately, I knew I didn't want to. Emily was just too good, and I was so close . . . oh, fuck, so close!

"Oh, baby! I'm gonna cum!" I cried, my body spasming, bucking my hips as my cock throbbed in Emily's incredible mouth. My sexy little secretary moaned eagerly, sucking as hard as she could, her hands gripping my hips as she fucked her mouth wetly up and down my straining shaft.

"Oh, God!" cried Alexis, sobbing, her face contorted. "Don't do it, baby . . . ."

But I did. I groaned loudly, arching my back as my cock catapulted what had to be the most satisfying orgasm I had ever experienced into Emily's mouth. My semen surged, thick and hot, between her sucking lips, spurting over her massaging tongue, filling her eager mouth. Emily jerked a little at the force of my orgasm, sliding her hot mouth up until just the head of my ejaculating cock was wrapped up by her lips. She sucked and pulled, drawing out every drop of my sticky fluid, and moaned in appreciation.

I writhed under her, holding Emily's head close, massaging her scalp as I reveled in the intense sensation of cumming in her mouth. Emily kept sucking, tugging on my dick with her mouth, squeezing my shaft tightly in her fist and pushing up, making sure that every drop of sperm I had to give oozed into her mouth. Her tongue felt incredible as it firmly caressed the underside of my ejaculating dick. She made wet sucking sounds around the tip of my dick as she swirled her tongue and kissed the oozing tip.

I heard Alexis crying on the floor, and opened the heavy lids of my eyes. My wife stared at us, a forlorn look on her wet face. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She pleaded with her eyes.

"Stop it, baby," she whispered. "Please. I'm so sorry. I-I promise I'll change."

I glared at my wife, even as Emily licked around my sensitive cock, her mouth still full of cum. My secretary murmured, kissing my cock affectionately.

"How many, Alexis?" I asked, panting, my heart pounding from my orgasm. "How many men since you married me?"

Alexis shuddered as she cried, lowering her head. "I-I'm so sorry," she repeated.

"You're sorry?" I cried bitterly. "How many?"

Alexis shook a while longer, then finally lifted her tear-dripping face. She took a deep breath, trying not to look at Emily as my secretary lovingly licked up and down my spent dick, lapping away a last bubble of sperm from the tip of my dick.

"Th-three," said Alexis, her face contorted by pain.

I gritted my teeth as my fears were confirmed. Not just one man, but three, my wife had fucked while she was married to me. I knew then that I would never trust her again. My love for her vanished in an instant.

I took a deep breath, looking to the ceiling of my office. Then I chuckled harshly, and looked back to Alexis. "You little fucking whore," I said acidly. "Well, then. Guess I'll just have to fuck Emily until I cum two more times. That should make us even."

Alexis gasped, emitting a choking sound. Obviously, she had thought that by coming clean, she would spare herself further embarrassment. She was wrong.

Emily sat up, giving me a glowing smile around her mouthful. She quickly tucked in her cheeks, finally swallowing my creamy load, and licked her glossy lips. She gave me an excited look. "Goody!" she exclaimed girlishly, and climbed up to straddle my lap. I smiled upon her, suddenly thinking, my God, here is this woman, who has been wanting me for three and a half years . . . and to think how stupid I was for thinking I was in love with a selfish, manipulative stripper.

Emily stared into my eyes as she aligned my cock – not fully erect but still impressive – with her smooth-shaved pussy and slowly sank down, her soft pink lips spreading across the head of my dick. I sighed at the heat of her, at the unbelievable tightness of my sexy, sweet secretary's vagina. She wiggled her hips a little, eased up and down, letting her natural lubrication mingle with the residual cum on my cock to make it slick. Finally, she shuddered and groaned loudly in bliss as she pushed down, taking me all the way inside her.

"Oh, Emily," I moaned, caressing her slender, taut body. I loved the contrast of Emily's sleek, tight body to that of my wife. I bent my head, licking and sucking her stiff, bright pink nipples. Her puffy areolas turned me on immensely. They were so shiny and smooth, as if they had been buffed and polished. I swirled my tongue around and around those raised mounds, making Emily sigh in pleasure as she rode my cock, gliding up and down. She cradled my head to her breasts, urging me to suck and lick her.

Alexis cried as she watched us, unable to look away at what, for her, was the end of our marriage. She finally understood.

***

Emily and I fucked for hours, barely cognizant of my wife on the floor, laying on her side as she cried softly. I took Emily on the couch, holding her ankles and splaying her legs wide as I thrust away; upon both chairs in various positions, with Emily eagerly licking and sucking her own cream off my cock after she came; doggy-style over my big mahogany desk as Emily gasped in orgasm (I wouldn't have to replace the desk after all).

As a final insult, I fucked my secretary right on the floor beside Alexis, with Emily's legs curled back so her knees were practically buried in her own arm pits, her squelching cunt close enough to Alexis' face that my wife could see, hear, and smell my lover's pussy as I pounded her relentlessly. Emily's orgasmic screams echoed in the office as she came over and over and over again. I had never known a woman who came as much or as hard as my sexy little secretary.

I shot my second load deep inside Emily's pussy as she was astride me in reverse-cowgirl on one of the chairs, making her sigh with satisfaction as she felt it. Keeping me inside her, she scooped up my sperm with her fingers as it oozed out around my dick, licking them clean repeatedly, keeping me hard with the erotic, kinky sight. 

The third time I came, I pulled out and splattered Emily's firm, upturned tits and cute little freckled face. Emily eagerly sucked my cock clean as I straddled her chest on the floor, Alexis laying beside us, watching in a daze as Emily's face dripped with sperm. Her body trembled as she listened to Emily's soft, contented moans and sighs, the smacking of her sticky lips as I slid my satisfied cock slowly in and out of her hot mouth.

The sky outside the windows was dark by the time Emily and I finally got up. She massaged the semen into her face, then licked her fingers, and giggled in satisfaction as she headed to the bathroom to wash up. As Emily showered, I knelt and picked up my wife.

I released Alexis from her bonds, set her on the couch. She was like a limp rag doll, letting me position her as I wanted. I sat down beside her, lit a cigarette. The pungent aroma of sex was thick in the air. The entire room smelled of pussy and cum.

"I-It's . . . over, isn't it?" asked Alexis at last, her eyes wide as she stared at the floor.

I nodded, blew smoke. "Yes," I said.

My wife took in a deep breath, let it out. Her eyes were red and swollen as she looked to me. "C-can I have one?" she asked me timidly.

I fished out another cigarette, gave it to her. I lit her smoke, and Alexis brought it away from her lips with trembling fingers. Her eyes fell back to the floor.

"I-I kept th-thinking," she said, as if talking to herself. She shuddered as she held back tears. "Wh-why do it? I-I mean, you were everything I wanted."

"I thought that, too," I said. I stared at her face in profile. "I was good to you, Alexis. I treated you better than ninety percent of the husbands out there. I loved you. And you still betrayed me."

Alexis trembled, crying softly again. She squeezed her eyes shut, grinding her teeth. I stood, looking for an ashtray.

"And what the fuck was that?" Alexis cried, making me turn around to face her. The scene suddenly appeared comical to me; after all, we were both still naked.

"What was what?" I asked.

"That!" spat Alexis, suddenly angry as she glared at me, gesturing with her arms. "Fucking that . . . that bimbo, right in front of me! I cheated on you? You cheated on me!" She suddenly laughed ruefully. "Oh, aren't the lawyers gonna love that shit, huh? Just wait till they find out—"

"Find out what?" I asked calmly, cutting her off. I'd had a feeling my wife would try this, as the last act of a desperate soul. "You've no proof. Just your word against mine. Emily won't admit to anything. Meanwhile, I do have proof of your infidelity. Your panties with another man's semen on them. And your cell-phone, with all those calls logged into it. I know people who can break your password."

Alexis glanced furtively to her purse. She had not noticed that, when Emily had gotten up, she had rifled through my wife's expensive handbag for the phone.

"That's mine!" exclaimed Alexis indignantly.

I chuckled, smoked my cigarette. "No, it isn't. I pay for it," I said. "It's mine."

Alexis shook desperately. "N-no! No! This isn't fair! I'm your wife! I deserve—"

"You don't deserve jack shit!" I barked loudly, making Alexis flinch. I glared at her. "What, you thought you'd marry a rich guy, screw around on him, then get half his money in a divorce?"

I stepped closer and sneered upon my wife's trembling face. "You don't know fuck about the law. I do. You try to sue, and I'll hold everything in probate until the cows come home, and you won't ever see a God damned penny. And don't think you can use all those credit cards in your purse. I spent all morning taking you off every single account. You try to buy even a stick of gum with one of those cards, and it's fraud. That's a federal offense, honey. Don't make it worse for yourself by becoming a criminal."

Alexis stared back, intensely fearful. "I-I'm broke?" she cried, incredulous and fearful. Her face contorted again. "Wh-what am I gonna do? You can't do this!"

I tapped ash off my cigarette. "Already done," I said. I sighed. "I wish it didn't have to come to this, Alexis, but you didn't give me any choice. I offered you a life, and a good one at that. You repaid me by being selfish and conniving. You thought you could do whatever you want, and keep me happy by spreading your legs once in a while. Well, I hate to tell you this, babe, but pussy don't make the world go 'round."

Alexis huffed, staring down, stunned. Her life, as she knew it, was over. She smoked her cigarette silently, hands shaking, letting the ash fall to the floor. I figured I could just vacuum it up later, and didn't say anything.

My wife was beaten, and she knew it. I bent, gathered up her clothes, tossed them to her.




The Lesson



"Get dressed," I said.

***

My lawyer met us at the house at nine-thirty that night. Numbly, knowing she had no recourse, Alexis signed the document that officially dissolved our marriage. Then she signed another that stated she would seek no civil action against me, and had no claim whatsoever to my estate.

But I was not completely heartless toward the wife who had betrayed me. As I showed her to the door, a taxi waiting outside, I handed my former wife a check for ten thousand dollars. She gave me tentative look as she slowly took it.

"I never want to see you again," I said, holding back my emotions. "Go away. Go back home, move someplace else, I don't care. But go away."

Alexis trembled, eyes welling once more. She tried to reach for me, but I blocked her hand.

"I still love you," she said emotionally.

I stared back. "But I don't love you, Alexis," I said. "I did, once. You ruined that."

My former wife stared at me, trying not to cry. But with a sudden, choking sob, she ran to the cab and jerked the door open. I stared after the retreating sedan as it slowly coasted away. I took a deep breath, let it out.

"I'm sorry, Dan," came my lawyer's voice as he stepped up beside me. "I thought she was a great gal."

I nodded. "Yeah, so did I." Then I turned and headed back into the house.

***

I went back to work, immersed myself in the operations of my business. My employees, investment partners, and friends all offered their consolations. A few jokingly asked me if I had Alexis' phone number. I laughed them off. I never did find out who, exactly, my wife had fucked while she was with me. I didn't really care to.

It took several months, but I got over the pain of my divorce. And when I did . . . .

Emily had been waiting patiently for me since that day in the office, when she had been my accomplice in my plot of revenge against my wife. She remained my secretary, and never mentioned the events of that afternoon, even though, from time to time, I caught her giving me wistful, longing looks.

And I never stopped thinking about her. Maybe Emily was a slender little imp, sexy and also tomboyish, but I could not deny that I felt something deep and true for her. She had always been there, not just as my secretary, but as my friend. I knew she'd had her chances for better jobs, but she had never taken them. And I finally realized why.

She was in love with me, and had always been.

"Emily," I said into the intercom of the inter-office phone one day. "Could you come in here for a moment? I need you to take some dictation."

A moment later, Emily appeared, professional in her demeanor. She sat down in one of the padded chairs before my desk, crossing her legs and settling her steno pad upon her knee. She gave me an expectant look, behind which I could sense something else . . . something primal and passionate and incredibly arousing.

"To Whom It May Concern," I said, leaning back in my desk chair. "Let it be known that Daniel S. Vansen is willing to proclaim his love for the one woman in his life who has always been there for him . . . ."

Emily scribbled as she wrote quickly in shorthand, then faltered. She jerked her head up, staring at me, suddenly breathless. Her face colored, and her breathing became deep and labored. Her hazel eyes stared at me, wide and round and wet.

"M-Mr. Vansen?" she asked in a soft little voice.

I looked to her, smiling. "You know, Emily," I said. "You're really going to have start calling me Daniel. Especially if you're going to be my wife."

She gasped, looking startled. She worked her mouth like a goldfish taken out of its bowl. "W-w-w-wife?" she stammered.

I just smiled.

Emily slowly grinned, her sexy, pink lips stretching wide. With an excited cry, she lurched up from her chair and scrambled across my desk, grabbing me and sliding onto my lap, straddling me. She cried and laughed and hugged me tightly, pressing her mouth to mine. She moaned desperately as she kissed me.

"Oh, God, if that's your way of proposing—"

"It is," I said, staring at my bouncy, girlish secretary. Almost thirty, and she looked and acted like a giggling, sixteen-year-old cheerleader. Damn, was she sexy!

Emily cried, shaking, kissing me passionately as she tugged on my clothes. "Oh, God, Daniel," she muttered, trembling with excitement and arousal. "The only thing I can say is, yes! Yes! Yes!"

Well, Emily cried out that same impassioned word quite often that afternoon, enough that pretty much everyone in the entire warehouse knew what was going on. Not that Emily really cared as she bounced up and down on my pole, making my desk chair creak and moan as she came over and over. She finally hopped off me and sucked my pussy-flavored penis, gulping down my cum as it spurted wildly in my mouth. Then she begged me to fuck her some more.

Emily and I got married exactly one year later, on the anniversary of the day that I proposed to her. By then, she was already three months pregnant, and she gave birth to our baby boy Nathan after a mere five hours of labor.

The transition of secretary to wife was pretty easy for Emily; she knew a lot about my business as it was, and fell easily into the role of business partner. In a strange sort of twist, Emily drew up a prenuptial contract that proved to me that she was not after my money. She never had been. She had always just wanted me.

Still, I shower her with gifts, spoil her with vacations. Emily is an enthusiastic and energetic lover, who can't go a single day without at least some form of sex. She told me that, the entire time she was my secretary, more than two years, she never had a boyfriend. She said she was waiting for me, and had known, through a Tarot reading, that I was the one for her.

Mysticism aside, I could not be happier with my eager wife. Even now, at thirty-five, Emily looks at least ten years younger. She is simply one of those women who is naturally youthful and energetic. Hell, sometimes her breathless lovemaking is too much for me.

Our children, Nathan and Nicole, are now seven and four years old. We love our children deeply, and dote on them constantly. I am a happy man, with a full and satisfied life: a loving, horny wife, two happy, healthy children, and a lucrative, successful business. I have more than I could want.

As for Alexis . . . .

My ex-wife went back home for a while, lived with her mother as she returned to stripping. About a year after our divorce, I happened to catch, quite by accident, a twenty-second clip on an adult porn site that featured Alexis getting fucked in the ass by a well-hung black guy. Over the course of the following couple of years, I found more clips of my ex-wife on a variety of adult websites. I watched her receiving anal and vaginal creampies, facials, and swallowing cum over and over. The scenes, at times, aroused me, and at times made me depressed.

Emily saw some of the clips (she and I watched porn together now and then), and understood what I felt. She repeatedly told me that it wasn't my fault that Alexis had become such a slut. Whatever happened to Alexis, she said, it was all her doing.

I finally emailed my ex-wife, once 'Alexis Sweet' got her own website that featured weekly updates of her in a new porno scene, and scheduled video-chat times in which she would strip down and masturbate on camera.

It was a while before she emailed me back. I was actually surprised when she did.

"Daniel,

I never thought I would hear from you again. I almost wish I wouldn't, especially not like this. Yes, I'm an Internet slut. Maybe that sounds harsh, but I am what I am. I'm enjoying it, I really am. Maybe you didn't want to hear that, maybe you figured I was on drugs all the time and doing this to get my fix. But, to be honest, I love it, and the only drugs I do are nicotine and little alcohol. I love every fucking second of what I do. This is what I am, and I've finally accepted it. Some girls were just born to be sluts, I guess.

I'm glad you're happy with Emily. I can't say I'm surprised you married her. I saw the way you looked at her that day, and it was pretty damn obvious to me that she wasn't just hot for you, she was in love. I wish you both the best.

Do me a favor, Daniel. Don't email me again. I love you, and I will always love you. No other man on the planet could take your place in my heart. You were my one and only husband, and I will never get married again. I know I ruined a perfect marriage, but in a strange sort of way, I realize it had to happen that way. Not that I'm glad I hurt you. I think about that every day, and sometimes it makes me cry. But now that I know you're with someone who truly loves you, and you're happy, makes me feel a little better. I don't cry so much anymore.

Please, my Baby, my Husband. Don't contact me again. I am glad you did, just so I could tell you all this, but I don't want to hear from you again. You have your life, and I have mine, and, as they say, never the twain shall meet. We're both happy, and let's just leave it at that.

Good-bye, Daniel. And, as strange as it sounds, thank you."

Emily read that message with me, looking over my shoulder. My wife gave me a small smile.

"See?" she said. "It all worked out."

I smiled back. Indeed it did.

-finis-



The Lesson



She sat there after her torture, thinking of ways to get even. He went beyond the point of no return this time, breaking the code was not the deal. Hard limits are set for safety; not for masters to take and use against you. 

Still fuming she gets up slowly, struggling with her broken body to get it to the shower stall. 

As the painful pelts of the shower begin to land on her now throbbing body she stifles the tears, turning them to her anger. 

"Oh, he will pay dearly for this."

Knowing he wouldn't be back for two days she had plenty of time to recover and to plot her revenge. 

Looking at the cat with a cruel smile she says "If breaking hard limits is what his game is I'll break all of his." 

After a long hard two days, she is ready for his return. She has several surprises for her soon to be bitch, it's going to be a very long painful night for him. She had to giggle at the thought of him in the positions she has planned. 

Supper was waiting for his return as usual not, wanting him to think there is anything up. 

"Hey babe I'm home" he bellows obnoxiously. 

She runs to him, the cuffs hidden behind her back as she smiles sweetly at him. 

"Mmmmm supper smells....... what the fuck are you doing girl?" 

She laughs deviantly, sending chills down his spine. For the first time in his life he fears his own slave. 

"Sit down Sir, over here on this wooden bench" she sneers. 

He does as was bid him, still shocked he didn't even see the three men in the corner, until they began to move handing my beloved slave chains to strap him down with. 

"Strip!" she orders. 

With shakey hands and numb fingers I work the buttons on my clothes. Wondering how the shirt will come off when the handcuffs were in the way. Thats when I spot the knife, shining in the corner of my eye. 

She sees me shaking and smiles the most evil smile I've ever seen. What did I do? 

She begins to laugh,

"Oh my fucking God, you are clueless as usual aren't you. You have no idea what it is that brought this on. Do you. " 

Stumbling over my words I say "no, non" 

She lifts her shirt turning her back on me, I look at her back it's a mess, it looks as if a cheese grater went crazy tearing her flesh from her body. 

"Oh my god, what happened?" I ask looking concerned. 

" HELPERS!!! GET THIS WORTHLESS PIECE OF GARBAGE SECURED!!!" she screams almost hysterically 

They begin to laugh as they tear down my pants. Leaving me naked and shrinking to near inversion at their sneers and laughter. 

Dragging him to the chamber, he is strapped to the giant x in the middle of the room it's cold and made of wraught iron. 

The sound of the chains clanging makes her excited. Her eyes begin to glow with pure sexual desire. 

She hands each "helper" a whip and announces it's a free for all for 1 minute so make the best of it. 

Before I can even register what that means I feel the cutting lick of the cat tail, then the hard unforgiving slap of the crop. A sound I once loved. 

"Why, why my love please tell me" I beg. 

"HARDER!!!! I WANT BLOOD TONIGHT" she screamed.

Moving closer to me she whispers,

"You must remember our last night together, how you broke every rule we have ever set, you sick fuck. I'll break all your rules and mine tonight, you WILL learn for the next slave you have." 

She walked away beginning to strip down to the one outfit I loved her in, her leather thong. 

She turns rubbing her nipples I lovingly pierced licking them, sucking them. 

"Ohh god!" I scream in pain. 

She looks at the clock 

"Oh dear, I wasn't watching the time. STOP!" 

The tears are blinding me but I try not to whimper.

She walks around admiring the work. "Lovely beginning don't you agree gentlemen?"

I can barely see their masked heads nodding as I try to shake the tears clear from my eyes. 

"Bend him over Boris, I think Josh is wanting to abuse him the way only he can." she says in an almost too calm a voice. 

Josh walks over to my slave and for the first time I notice how slow she is moving, how bruised I left her. I begin to ache, until I see her dropping slowly to her knees infront of Josh and his abnormally huge cock. 

She licks her lips, then sucks his enormous rod into her mouth slurping hungrily.

He holds her head and begins to fuck her mouth, ramming his monster into her throat forcing her to gag and fight for air then backs out slowly. 

My own dick hardens, remembering that sweet mouth swallowling my member with ease. 

She is salivating beyond belief, the drool flowing from her chin as she works his cock into something I've never seen before. 

With help of Josh she gets back up onto her feet and leads him by his erection toward me. Then past me.

"Oh my god noooo please nooo. " I groan. 

I hear them laughing as I feel the cold lube being rubbed into my ass. 

Boris holds my arms and says quietly, "Breath easy and you will love it." 

I doubted him but took his suggestion to heart. Trying to control my breathing and concentrating on anything that came to my mind. 

I feel her sweet warm hands begin to work my ass, she moans as her finger enters my cavity. I start to relax feeling more fingers enter me and begin to fuck me. 

Feeling a sense of emptiness as she removes her fingers. That is soon gone when I feel the head of that giant cock pushing it's way into my ass.

"Ohh fuck, he is tight" Josh grunts. 

I make an animal noise that sounds soo foreign to me, unnatural. 

I feel fingers squeezing my balls, but nothing compares to the pain my ass is feeling. 

Boris whispers again "breath go with it, trust me" 

I begin my breathing, after a few more thrusts the feeling begins to be a warm glow, and I feel my body accepting more of him until I feel his balls bounce off my own. 

"Josh, you have made him love this big cock of yours!" she shouts with glee. 

"Frank, you getting all this on tape? I can't wait till he, and everyone gets to see his face, as he feels that cock going balls deep into that ass of his"

she sounds soo excited to me in the fog of my orgasm. 

*wackkkkkkkkkk* 

"Fuck!" I scream. 

"Did I tell you you could cum bitch. Huh? did I?" 

*Wackk*

"well????" 

"No" I say.

Trying not to fall apart from the pain of the crop whipping across my hard throbbing cock.

*WACKKKKKKKKK* 

"pardon me?" 

"I said no you stupid cunt!" 

*wackkk wacckk * 

6 more painful thwacks against my withering cock.

I realize there is no hope for me. 

"No Mistress" I finally spit out. 

"I'm no mistress you stupid bitch, and I dont own you, I dont want to own a piece of trash like you." she spits at him. 

"Fuck him hard Josh, rape this little whores ass!" she snarls.

Josh begins to ride me hard slamming my body in ways I'd never wanted to dream about. I begin to moan in extasy loving the feel of a real cock finally in my ass. 

"STOP!!" 

Josh stops and pulls out immediately. 

"He is liking this too much, get the piercing kit I think he needs to have a few of his own."

The kit is by her side, in seconds with three drooling men rubbing their cocks in my face, as she begins to rummage through all my gear.

"Ok boys, enough, you can enjoy him later but right now I think its time for some fun". 

"Get him on his back and strap him down we don't want him to botch his own keepsakes now do we?" 

"Boris, sit on his belly and hold his legs way in the air I'm gonna pierce his gooch first."

"Oh and Josh, might as well give him a thrill. You sit near his face, have him suck that nice messy cock of yours clean and feel free to cum into his throat babe. Make him choke I wanna hear this bitch gag as I stab him". 

I felt my legs go up beyond lifting my ass off the floor as josh fed me his mammoth instrument. 

I attempt to scream as the needle glides into my very sensitive area. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm very nice this big ring is gonna do wonders for you I think. Dont you bitch?" she laughs. 

"Now, legs down as we pierce half a ladder on this pitiful cock, I think that will make what, three barbells Boris?" 

I see his head nod and hear him laugh at the size of my small gear. 

I begin to fight for air as Josh begins to pay more attention to the piercing then the fact that he is deep into my throat. 

The push of the needle makes my eyes open beyond normal levels while the tears begin to flow freely. 

"Just two more bitch" 

She stands back and admires her work as boris and the other two goons lift me up strapping me to the water wheel. 

I begin to panic, she knows I hate the water, she knows I cant take this form of torture.

"Oh god that hurts" I moan, more to myself then to anyone else.

I take my first step feeling the gooch piercing rubbing. Once strapped onto the wheel I spot my slave rubbing herself. God I love watching that. She looks at me with lust as she spreads her legs wide showing me her drenched pussy. 

She runs her fingers through her slit, moaning as her fingers graze her clit. The three goons move in and begin to suck nibble and lick everything they can reach, leaving her pussy to her and for me to see. 

"Oh, fuck!" I shout. 

The first pain shooting from my cock to my teeth, I cant stop my now excruciatingly sore cock from getting hard. 

She smiles and begins to rub harder while taking each cock in turn into that warm inviting mouth. Her ruby red tongue flicking them, then sucking them deep into her throat past those pouty lips.

She starts to speak to the men and each one picks a spot. First Boris is between her legs lapping up that delicious nectar that is uniquely her. My mouth begins to water at the memory of her squirming beneath me, as I lap at her pussy bringing her close to orgasm then letting her drop down again. 

She is now screaming for him to fuck her. He wastes no time, they both groan with satisfaction at the same time as he enters her.

"Oh yea, fuck me baby, your the best dont stop, let me cum all over that cock mmmmmmmmmm maybe bitch will suck you clean." 

"Ohhh" they scream in unison as he fills her little pussy full of his manly spunk. 

Frank gets her next, he spreads her wider then I've ever seen her limber legs go and tells her to push. She does shoving big puddles of Boris's remains oozing out of her. He bends down lapping it up. She groans.

"Give me some Frankie, dont keep all the good stuff to yourself". 

He leans over her letting some of the white goo ooze down into her mouth, she sucks it in as if its the most treasured delecasy. 

My cock is harder then it's ever been, the pain is second to the pure sexual pressure that is overtaking me. 

Watching them kiss as he enters her, with boris working the cam making sure he gets every angle and every orphis. It doesn't take him long before he has her and himself moaning and screaming to their god in a powerful orgasm. 

Josh stands behind Frank eager for his turn. As I watch, I hope who ever works the cam gets a shot of how stretched she gets. I want to enjoy a close up later. 

She smiles at Josh, arms and legs stretched out inviting him in. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm I can't wait to get this monster in here" 

The other two block my view as they gather around to watch as he enters her tight hole. "Oh yea, baby fill this pussy make me yours."

"Uh huh" the three say in unison. 

She screams out as he enters her, the sound nearly making me cum then and there. All three men moan as they bend even closer toward her, watching as he guides it in further. She beings to move her hips taking him in completely. My ass starts to twitch at the memory of how good that cock feels. I feel me cock twitch and blow strings of my gooey innards into the water below me. 

Hearing her, the sloshing of her wet pussy as he fucks my slave; my cock gets rock hard quickly. She now only grunts with an animal sound then a loud scream. Her legs are being lifted over her head as Frank gets down and the three watch her pussy spit out all the spunk they deposited. Frank bends down lapping it up. I suddenly feel jealous and left out, needing to taste her, needing to watch her beautiful stretched pussy overflow. I groan, grabbing the attention of the trio.

"Flip him would ya Boris, and don't be gentle I dont care if that bitch drowns" 

She holds Franks head to her gaping hole as he continues to clean her. I try to keep my eyes open keeping a calm sense, when the wheel begins to turn. The cold water and my fear takes over. Boris thank god, didn't leave me under very long and after I recover I have a few seconds grace to see that they are all standing naked Josh, with the cam angled at me as I get turned again. 

I manage to keep my eyes open, but my panic is overtaking me and I start to struggle. I can see them all laughing at me. I feel the warmth of my tears as the air leave my body, the panic is gone. The world goes black. 

Waking up I jump with a start, not knowing where I am for a few seconds. I focus on a tv with the words, turn me on. I follow the instructions and watch in horror as my nightmare unfolds before me. 

First the view of the days of healing on my beloved; then the torture she put me through. It was nothing compared to what I had done to her. I deserved it. Watching, as the three walk out of the room laughing and fondling eachother I get a pang of nausea and fear. How can I go back to what ever I was now? 

I turn off the lights and head up to my shower feeling lost alone and broken. 

Several years later I ran into my slave, she smiled and laughed as I moved to go to her. She shook her head and drifted into the sea of people. 

I'll never forget the lesson she taught me, and my own master is grateful.



The Lesson



Latisha sat quietly while looking at the young man sitting opposite her, he appeared visibly upset by the news and she felt for him.

"Duncan, I don't know what to say to ease your mind, but you know our Amanda, she can be very stubborn at times and after what she saw on that video...well it sounded pretty weird," Latisha said, somewhat sympathetically. She didn't have the heart to tell him that she too had also seen some of the home video; she thought that he would probably have died of embarrassment if he had known his mother witnessed his part of his kinky side.

"Latisha, it wasn't that bad...really...I wasn't hurting anyone...it was just me," he said solemnly.

Duncan looked back up at his mother and gazed into her clear blue eyes. He loved the way her curly blond hair hung to her shoulders framing her slim face and aquiline nose, and he found her very attractive now as always.

Latisha sighed, and returned his gaze; she had always been fond of her son. Her daughter had married far too young at nineteen and now some three years later it was all about to crumble. Duncan had been Amanda's "first" and although he was a couple of years older than Amanda he had lacked experience too. Latisha now felt fairly sure that Duncan's experimenting was nothing more than that of an inquisitive highly-sexed young man and that he was possibly also suffering from a little frustration at his young wife's lack of enthusiasm in the bedroom. 

"But the costumes Duncan?" 

Duncan averted his gaze again, briefly glancing down at his attractive mother's cleavage. He noticed she was wearing a striped top that was partially see-thru and her black lace bra cupped her breasts nicely. Latisha often wore revealing clothes around him, often only tiny miniskirts and little tops. At times Duncan felt she just oozed sexuality, if only Amanda was half as sexy, he thought. 

"It was just fantasy stuff Latisha...I think Amanda might be exaggerating a bit."

Latisha had seen enough of the video herself to know that he was right in a way and although it had shocked her more than a little to know that her son was not so straight she did think her daughter may have been over-reacting in wanting to leave him so quickly. There had to be a better way. 

"So how many outfits do you have?" Latisha asked.

"Just a few...not many...really..." he said sheepishly, his face flushing crimson. "Do you think I'm weird too? I think they look hot...and I love the feel....you would look good in them Latisha," he blurted without thinking, looking back up again.

Latisha stared back at him briefly then smiled at his suggestion, her demeanour softening. He did have good taste, she thought.

"You think so do you? Don't you like what I wear Duncan?"

"Of course I do...you always look hot Latisha. I wish Amanda dressed a little more like you sometimes," he said regrettably. 

"Or maybe a little bit more like you?" Latisha chuckled. "Mmmm...why don't you just show me what you've got hey...maybe the one you like the best?" she asked cheekily, expecting him to blush even more at her stirring suggestion.

"Are you serious? You want to have a look?" he asked incredulously.

Latisha smiled at Duncan and raised her eyebrows cocking her head to one side and shrugging her shoulders. She wasn't really serious of course and shouldn't have made the suggestion to the impressionable young man, but she noticed that he now looked somewhat pleased at her suggestion, so she decided to humour him further for a bit of harmless fun.

Duncan needed no further prompting. He pushed the kitchen chair back and without another word, stood up and turned then walked down the short hallway to his bedroom, leaving Latisha to look on in wonder. 

As Latisha sat there waiting for him to return she reflected upon the video that her daughter had recently discovered hidden amongst Duncan's travel bags. It wasn't just what he was wearing while he masturbated that had disgusted Amanda, no; it was the things he was saying too. Latisha's husband had always maintained that Duncan had the hots for her, now she was left with very little doubt, only Duncan was unaware of just how much she now knew.

Duncan appeared moments later carrying a small bundle in his arms and laid it on the table in front of his mother. He watched her look down at the clothes as he straightened them out.

"It all looks very small Duncan...I mean it's nice...but very small," she said as she picked up a black patent leather skirt with a zipper all the way up the back. She noticed the skirt's zipper ran from the top to the bottom...opposite to normal allowing the wearer to leave it undone a little like a slit. She placed the skirt back down and picked up a very nicely laced bodice of an exquisite red material, "Quite beautiful too."

Then she ran her fingers along the boots, the heels a very high stiletto. They looked 'nasty' but what Latisha really admired was the length of them, possibly thigh high and of the softest leather she had felt, no doubt quite expensive.

Duncan looked at her with wide eyes as he watched her pickup the next piece of garment...just a tiny little g-string in a red lace like the bodice and also quite see-thru.

"These look far too small Duncan...they would probably fit me!"

"I bought them for Amanda but she won't even look at them," Duncan explained, but he knew Latisha was right, they probably would fit her too as both mother and daughter were almost identical in size...except Latisha's breasts were larger and her hips were fuller with a beautifully shaped butt that he looked at often.

"Hmm...I see, but I meant your favourite Duncan...you know...what you like to wear." 

Again Duncan turned and walked back to his bedroom leaving Latisha to admire the boots.

Some minutes passed before he walked back out...slowly. Latisha looked up from the table and gasped when he came into view. 

Duncan stood before her dressed in a black and scarlet corset with matching suspenders and black fishnet stockings; he had on black satin arm-length gloves and held a long riding crop in his right hand.

Latisha noticed he had rouged up his lips and put on some garish blue eye shadow too, but that wasn't all. She watched almost transfixed as he walked closer to the table, his steps quite loud on the kitchen tiles as he was also wearing high pumps of patent leather.

For a brief moment Latisha felt she was looking at an attractive woman and not her handsome young son. But then when he was no more than a couple of metres from her she noticed something amiss...something that belied the picture...he wore no panties. 

Duncan's large penis swayed from side to side as he posed before his mother. 

"Wow...I didn't mean to put it on Duncan...." Latisha said croakily as she surveyed his attire, only to again focus on his penis. She knew his cock was quite large from the video...but to actually see it in the flesh! Of course Latisha realised why it now looked so much more menacing; he was devoid of pubic hair!

"Sooo...what do you think?" Duncan asked almost demurely.

"Duncan...I...I think you should put some pants on...please," she suggested, her mouth agape and her gaze beginning to falter.

Duncan looked back down at Latisha and then he too got a surprise. While he was out of the room his mother had put on the boots and now sat sideways on the kitchen chair with her legs in plain view. 

"Nice...they look very nice on you Latisha."

"Thank you. I couldn't resist...perfect size too."

Latisha stole another glance at his manhood and quickly looked away again...his penis was growing harder and now appeared to be quite erect!

"Duncan...you are very naughty...I should take that crop off you and give you a good smack across your backside!"

Duncan didn't miss an opportunity and within a micro-second he reached out and offered Latisha the long, thin riding crop.

"Oh Duncan....I was only kidding...please...you look very nice, but please...I think you should put some pants on," Latisha stammered while eying the pro-offered whip.

"I am naughty Latisha...you're right...but you don't seem too shocked to see me like this."

"I'm shocked alright...believe me," she said again looking him up and down. She couldn't help notice that he did actually look quite good and wondered if that made her a bit weird too? In all her forty-two years she had seen a lot of things, but this certainly was out there.

"Umm...why don't you try the skirt on too, Latisha? And...maybe even the bodice as well?" Duncan suggested as he eyed her bare thighs above the top of the boots.

"There's matching gloves and stockings in that little bag too..."

Latisha again looked at the pretty clothes that lay on the table and gently caressed the lace of the bodice. It was very nice. Next to the skirt lay a fine cloth bag she hadn't noticed before. She refrained herself from opening it and looking inside.

Latisha knew things were getting out of hand and she needed to take control of the situation. Then just as quickly, she thought that it may be a good chance to teach the young man a little lesson.

"You want to have sex with me, don't you? Don't you?" Latisha asked somewhat bluntly, a wicked smile forming on her lips.

He didn't answer her but merely reached down with his gloved hand and began to caress his own thigh, this momentarily caught Latisha's eye and she watched him briefly. She could now see a drop of pre-cum glistening upon the end of his swollen knob. Yes, she knew he wanted to have sex with her...she had heard it on the video, her husband had been right.

Quickly Latisha reached forward and snatched the riding crop out of Duncan's hand and swished it through the air...only inches from his very erect penis. 

"Go to your room....go on...go to your room and I will deal with you in a minute...and no more touching yourself...got it!" she said with a tone of authority. 

Duncan backed away in disbelief, did she really mean it, he wondered? As he turned, as if to answer his question, he felt a sharp crack across his bare backside and he hurried down to his room, his heart racing with excitement.

Latisha watched him disappear into his bedroom a little nervously. Teach him a lesson? What was she thinking? She eyed the beautiful clothes that lay on the kitchen table again as she formulated a plan.

"What do you think you're doing young man?" Latisha demanded somewhat surprised as she stood in the doorway to the small master-bedroom.

"I told you not to touch yourself...get your hand off your penis....now!" 

Duncan was lying back on a king-sized bed that appeared to be too large for the room; his left hand was stroking his penis back and forth slowly.

"Sorry...I...I thought..."

"What? You thought what? That I was coming down here to have sex with you or something?" Latisha asked ironically.

Duncan immediately stopped what he was doing and swallowed deeply feeling a bit sheepish for the first time. He looked his mother up and down as she stood just a few metres from him.

"The boots look really nice on you...really nice," he said softly.

Latisha stood surveying the scene with her hands on her hips. She was a little unsteady in the boots the heels of which had to be five inches high at least. Glancing around, she noticed a dressing gown on a hook by the door. It had a long cord around the waist supported by a couple of belt loops. She stepped towards it and removed the cord.

"Lay back down Duncan...hands up toward the bed head...yep that's it."

Quickly Latisha fashioned a pair of handcuffs with the long cord. Her husband was a seaman and of course knew his knots and such, he had shown Latisha this easily tied, foolproof knot sometime ago and she was surprised that she still remembered it. Kneeling on the bed and with little fuss from Duncan she brought the two loops around his wrists and soon had him restrained to the bed. 

Before she hoped off the bed again she looked down at his face a caught him peering up her skirt.

"See something you like...hmmm?" she teased, allowing her knees to part slightly wider and fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

He smiled and nodded, not looking away for a second.

"Don't think it's for you...oh no."

It was still light outside and Duncan said nothing as he watched Latisha walk around the other side of the bed and draw the curtains. His hopes continued to rise as she then turned on the bedside lamps. The room looked bigger than it really was, an illusion because of the mirrored doors to the built-in wardrobe that faced the foot of the large bed.

Latisha looked down almost contemptuously at her son as he lay motionless with his eyes all agog. Then with out saying a word she left the room.

Several minutes passed before Duncan heard the sharp sound of the stilettoed boots as Latisha returned towards his bedroom. He looked over toward the doorway expectantly as the steps drew nearer.

He was not to be disappointed! There standing in the doorway was his mother. A vision of absolute beauty in his eyes...the ultimate seductress!

"Sooo...what do you think? Not too bad for an old broad?" Latisha asked confidently.

"Wow...see, see I told you they would fit....oh wow...the gloves and stockings too...fantastic..." Duncan could not believe it. The lacy red bodice struggled to contain Latisha's breasts, with her every breath the cups swelled to almost overflowing. 

Latisha walked into the room a few steps and turned to look at herself in the wardrobe mirrors. 

"I don't know about 'fantastic' but...hmm...not too bad...the skirt is very short though...see... I barely have to bend and...." Latisha lent forward slightly toward the mirror poking her bottom up a bit.

"Oooh...nooo Latisha I don't think it's too short," Duncan murmured as he watched delightedly as the black leather skirt ride up her buttocks. "Is that the "g" as well? It is isn't it?"

"Duncan!" Latisha admonished, as she quickly straightened up.

Latisha turned around to face the bed and looked at Duncan. He looked almost pretty laying there in the stockings and corset...if was not for the rampant erection he was sporting. She stepped forward and picked up the riding crop from the foot of the bed where she had left it earlier. She then ran the tip of it down along Duncan's right arm and under his armpit, hesitating for a few moments then proceeded to trace it over his bare shoulder, up along his neck to his chin before flicking his full lips lightly with its tip.

"So what am I going to do with you now Duncan?"

Duncan was speechless. Was his dream finally going to come true?

Latisha continued running the leather crop down his body until she came to his groin. His long penis lay vulnerable against his stomach.

"You want to put that inside of me...don't you Duncan?" Latisha asked while running the crop up and down the underside of its length.

"Don't you?"

"Can I? I mean...would you let me...would you...really?" Duncan stammered.

"Hmm...maybe...maybe not, I really don't think it would be a good idea Duncan, do you? Certainly not something a good mother would consider letting her young son-in-law do to her...hey?"

Latisha stopped what she was doing and walked around the end of the bed to a chair that sat near the curtains. Here she bent over to remove a belt from a pair of Duncan's jeans that lay there. She was well aware her skirt had ridden up and Duncan was more than likely perving at the better part of her bare buttocks. She hesitated a few more moments...knowing she was teasing the young man before she turned around and returned to the bed. Without a skerrick of resistance she looped the belt around Duncan's ankles and fastened the end to the foot of the bed.

"That's better I think...don't want you wriggling around too much," she said as she sat down on the bed. 

Latisha looked the young man in the eye and slowly ran the gloved fingers of her right hand up along his stockinged-thigh, caressing him gently. Duncan began to move his hips around with her sensual touch.

Latisha became bolder, gradually moving closer toward the wrinkly skin of his hairless scrotum. 

"Orr...yeah...Latisha...yeah...mmm...would ya do that again...please?"

"This?" Latisha enquired cheekily as she cupped his balls in her gloved hand again.

"Yesss....uh hah...that's it...what about my cock....touch my cock too."

"Like this...mmm?" Latisha asked as her fingers danced up along his hard length.

Pre-cum continued to ooze from Duncan's penis. Latisha grasped his shaft in her small hand and stroked his length several times.

"You like this too?"

"Mmm...ah yeah...uh hah...that's it...that's it," Duncan sighed as his mother slowly pulled his cock, only a little firmer and faster now.

Latisha could feel the heat of his penis rising in her hand, she didn't want him to come, not just yet anyway, so she stopped stroking him for a moment and holding his penis vertical she ran the finger-tips of her left hand over his large knob and slowly rubbed the pre-cum over it.

Duncan looked down at his mother, he watched her move her head closer to his penis until she was only a few centimetres from it. He tried to raise himself higher. He wanted to feel her mouth on his cock.

Latisha breathed in the musky smell of her son's cock which was now so close that if she poked her tongue out she would surely taste it!

"Do you like to have your...your cock sucked Duncan?"

He could feel her breath on his member and he almost ached to feel her lips wrapped around it.

"Of course...uh huh...please...go on...stop teasing...go on," Duncan begged.

Latisha recommenced her stroking with ever increasing tempo, her mouth poised open just out of reach of his big purple knob. Her daughter Amanda had told her several times of Duncan's impressive stamina but Latisha was sure he was getting close...so very close to coming.

She stopped.

Latisha stood up from the side of the bed and then knelt on it, moving closer to where Duncan lay excitedly in the centre. Facing him, she reached behind herself and unzipped the tight leather skirt part-way then straddled his hips. Duncan's eyes went straight to her crotch. The skirt had ridden up Latisha's thighs and he could now clearly see she was wearing the tiny lace g-string that matched the bodice. He could just make out a narrow strip of fine pubic hair beneath the lace; the cleft of her bulging pudenda was also quite visible. 

"You like?" Latisha asked somewhat unnecessarily. "See...they are very small, aren't they?"

"They look...perfect...just perfect."

Latisha lowered herself down until she was resting on his thighs. This effectively spread her legs open even wider. She was aware of Duncan's gaze that was fixated upon her barely covered pussy.

"Would you like me to move up a little bit?" she asked softly.

"Yes...uh huh...of course," Duncan said hoarsely. 

Latisha lent forward to rest her hands on Duncan's chest, her cleavage bulging out as she did so. Duncan's gaze shifted to his mother's breasts and he noticed a big part of her aureoles were now plainly visible, almost to her nipples. How he now wished he was not restrained so he could reach up to fondle her breasts and expose her hard nipples.

Latisha stared at her son's face as she moved up his body. Slowly she shimmied up until she could feel the heat of his penis between her thighs. Now with just the thin, lace material separating her pussy from his hard cock she moved her hips back and forth slowly...very slowly.

"You like...mmm?" she chuckled sardonically. "I'm getting wet... Duncan...can you feel it?" 

Duncan looked down between his mother's legs again; he could see his penis laying flat against his stomach as she rubbed herself along part of his length. The red lace material appeared to be riding up between her labia a little more each time she moved back and forth. The warmth of her sex was increasing, and yes he was sure he could feel its moisture increasing too.




The Lesson



Duncan began to move too, only just barely perceptively at first, then a little more forceful.

"Duncan...what are you doing? You shouldn't be doing that...Duncan..." Latisha purred as she increased her own movements too.

"You want to...put it...aaah...to put it in me...don't you Duncan?" Latisha whispered.

Latisha's breasts had finally popped out further from the tight bodice. If she lent forward much further her son would have to only raise his head slightly and he would be able to lick her swollen nipples with little difficulty.

Panting slightly herself now, Latisha stopped.

"Well...don't you?"

"Of course...of course...can I...Latisha?"

Latisha raised herself onto her knees; she then reached behind and undid the zipper to the little leather skirt a little further. As it un-zipped from the hem up, she could now raise the hem even higher so it was now well above her hips. 

Duncan looked on feverishly. He could now clearly see that the gusset of the g-string was buried deeply between her puffy labia.

Looking Duncan squarely in the eye Latisha slowly removed her long gloves and threw them to one side. She then reached down between her thighs with her right hand and ran her fingers over her sex.

"Oooh...my little pussy...it's soooo hot now Duncan...mmm...."

Duncan watched as his mother slipped her hand down the front of her g-string. She removed the material from her moist cleft... and then Latisha began to rub herself. 

"Oooh...mmm....it is very...very wet...oooh...aaah..."

Duncan was sure she was fingering herself but as small as the underwear was it still obscured this fact.

"Would like to taste me...mmm?" Latisha asked as she withdrew her hand from her pussy.

Not waiting for a response she leant forward again and slipped her middle digit into Duncan's gaping mouth. His rouged lips closed around her finger and he sucked ravenously. 

Latisha chuckled. "Are you hungry big boy? Would you like...some more?"

Duncan nodded his head as he continued to suck her finger clean.

"I think it would be better if you...umm...if you went...straight to the source," Latisha murmured.

She removed her hand from his face then moved up the bed closer to his head. Latisha knew from what her daughter had told her that Duncan did not like to perform cunnilingus for some strange reason.

"No-one ever screws me without first giving my little pussy a good licking...Duncan...all girls like to have their pussies licked...you know that?" Latisha said slowly, just as she pulled her g-string to one side, exposing herself completely to the young man's fixated gaze.

"Uh huh..." he swallowed and licked his lips.

She looked beautiful, Duncan thought, as he watched her manoeuvre herself over his face. He could now smell the sweet aroma of her pussy and he could clearly see the juice glistening around her small opening. The petals of her inner labia, a healthy pink colour, protruded just past her almost completely hairless labia major. 

Duncan didn't hesitate a moment longer.

"Ah haa...that's it....ah haa...good boy...that's it...lick it...oh yeah..."

Duncan lapped away at his mother's snatch with abandon as she ground herself down hard. She gripped his head by the hair and rocked back and forth, fucking his face. Oh how she just loved to be licked out. This certainly was not part of her initial plan but it could be a damn good lesson! 

The g kept getting in the way. 

A little breathlessly Latisha reluctantly raised herself from Duncan's rouge-smeared face. Rolling onto her back, she was able to slip the dainty underwear down her hips, past her stockinged thighs and over the boots before kicking them off with the pointy toe of her right foot. 

This time she returned so she faced Duncan's feet. Gripping her buttocks she pulled them apart and lowered herself back onto his face.

"Lick it...lick it...that's it...uh huh...that's better..." Latisha groaned as she felt his tongue rasp over her thoroughly-engorged clitoris relentlessly.

Duncan had never done anything like this before; his nose rubbed against Latisha's rosebud as he lapped away at her sweet juices, the smell was divine. With only a bit of effort he was able to lick Latisha from her clitoris all the way along her slit to the puckered little hole of her rectum. 

"Good boy...oh yeah...tha...tha...thas it..." Latisha cried.

Noisily Duncan sucked and licked away with abandon. One at a time he drew out the inner lips of Latisha's pussy, nibbling the tender flesh feverishly.

"My clit...my clit...don't forget....mmm....yesss...mmm....aah..." 

Latisha looked down at Duncan's cock; if at all possible it had grown even larger! Lust was clouding her judgment. She lent forward on her arms as she fucked the face of the young man beneath her. Her face was very close to his cock again. Leaning on one elbow she gripped Duncan's penis in her right hand and quickly began to stroke him in time with her face-fucking.

She was close...so close.

Latisha marvelled at the wonderful looking cock in her hand through almost glazed eyes. She moved closer. Not a hair on it...so strange she thought as her mouth fell open.

Of course Duncan was well aware of Latisha's hand on his cock. He was sure he could also feel her hot breath on his sensitive knob.

Almost without thinking, just as she felt her orgasm approaching, Latisha extended her tongue and tasted the clear fluid that beaded upon the end of the cock she was stroking.

"Mmm...mmm...suck it...please...mmm..." Duncan begged when he was sure she was licking his aching cock-head.

Latisha felt the feeling building in the pit of her stomach. The warmth began to wash over her. She ground herself down even harder onto the young man's face as she felt the contractions build. It was going to be good. It was always good.

"Uhh...uhhh...uhhh....mmm....I'm...I'm coming...don't...sssstop..." Latisha groaned breathlessly. She was only vaguely aware of Duncan's own thrusts as he prodded his tool against her mouth.

Latisha held his cock firmly as her orgasm peaked then begin to subside. She looked up and focused on her reflection in the mirror in front of her. She thought she looked slutty her long blond hair hung down onto Duncan's hips...almost absently she licked the young man's penis...slowly...up along its length. Her hand looked diminutive holding his cock, her fingers only reached a little more than halfway around its girth.

"That was good....sooo good Duncan...sooo good..." she whispered breathlessly. 

Latisha had certainly never meant for things to go this far, she had only wanted to tease him. And she certainly had no plan to fuck him...but now...after an orgasm like that? Her husband always fucked her after he went down on her...she had always insisted!

She wanted to teach her young son a lesson, didn't she? So what was she doing licking his generously proportioned penis?

"Can you put it in...in your mouth Latisha...just suck it a little?" Duncan asked as he stared up at his mother's juicy quim before he licked her again.

Latisha sighed. 

"Please...Latisha..."

Latisha swallowed. The after-glow of her orgasm was still heady. She sighed again. Then she lowered her mouth onto the young man's penis.

"It's...umph...umph... it's just way too big!" she mumbled, struggling vainly with her attempt.

"That's it....keep trying...just keep trying...." Now it was Duncan's turn to moan. His balls ached something severe. He needed to come.

"It's no good....mmmph....you're just too big...." Latisha cried as her lips strained around his cockhead. 

Latisha stopped trying. "I suppose I'm just going to have to fuck you I guess!"

Duncan couldn't believe his ears.

"I guess...that sounds pretty good Teesh...orright then..."

She sat up again, then carefully turned around and moved down his body. Squatting on the balls of her feet with the stilettos' digging into the bed covers, Latisha positioned herself above her son's thighs. Reaching down, she grasped his penis again and held it vertical. 

Was she really going to do this?

Duncan looked on in awe. Finally he was going to feel his cock in his mother's cunt! Something he only ever had fantasized about!

Her bodice had slipped down even further now and her lovely breasts were on full display. Her nipples were the size and colour of over-ripe cherries

"We should use a condom....Duncan....have you got any condoms?"

"No....I...I...don't. What about you?"

"Duncan why would I carry around condoms...I'm happily married...I haven't screwed anyone but my husband in years?"

"It'll be alright...come on...don't worry...Latisha...don't worry...I'm clean," Duncan begged, worried that she was going to change her mind when he was so close.

"It's not disease Duncan...it's your cum...you cannot cum in me...you get it?"

"I won't...promise...I won't..." he said excitedly.

Latisha hesitated a moment longer...then gradually she lowered herself down.

Duncan watched intently as his mother's glistening pussy touched his knob for the first time. He tried to raise his hips up in an effort to enter her, but she moved away.

"Stay still...got it...Duncan...I make the moves, or I get up and leave you here....alright? We got that clear?"

Duncan nodded.

Again Latisha lowered herself until she just felt his cock touching her. She had made her mind up...just a taste...that was all she was going to give the young man. She had to torment him as she had originally planned, that was the lesson; after all, according to Amanda he had always been very selfish in the bedroom in the past, only ever thought of himself apparently. 

Duncan watched as Latisha rubbed his sensitive knob back and forth along her juicy slit. He watched as her sex parted with her increasing pressure. It took great willpower on his behalf to resist the urge to thrust his cock up and into her. The excitement of the moment was overwhelming and Duncan could feel his scrotum tighten around his heavy balls.

Latisha lowered herself even further.

"What do you think...is this what you have wanted to do to me....mmm?" Latisha enquired mischievously. 

Duncan watched his large round knob disappear. He could feel the resistance of his mother's surprisingly tight entrance and he looked on as her efforts to lower herself further bent his long shaft somewhat.

Latisha raised herself almost off his cock then eased down again. This time she felt him enter her much further. She repeated this procedure several more times...until finally.

"Oooh...Duncan...oooh....mmmm...." Latisha had to admit to herself, it did feel good....very good. She also had to admit that....he was by far...the biggest she had ever had the pleasure of accommodating! 

Duncan watched as every centimetre of his cock disappeared into his mother's cunt. The pleasurable feeling was intense to say the least, but the knowledge of what he was doing was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced!

Latisha now had trouble with her own willpower! With her own lust building up rapidly she found it increasingly difficult to remain focused on her plan. On teaching the young man a lesson.

Just wanna let him feel his cock in me for a few more seconds...really tease him...she thought to herself.

Latisha raised herself until just his cockhead remained inside of her. She was planning on hopping off his great slug at that moment...but...what the hell... 

Once more she lowered herself and with her hands now free she leant back on her arms, a hand either side of Duncan's knees. She then spread her own knees apart even wider and wriggled her pelvis around slowly.

Duncan now had a totally unrestricted sight of his penis buried deeply in his mother's straining slit. He thought it looked absolutely wonderful, and it felt even better!

Latisha looked Duncan in the eye...and now for her speciality, she thought ...slowly she squeezed her vaginal muscles around his ample girth. She had great control of her muscles...many a time she had "milked" her husbands penis like this.

The feeling was amazing...Duncan had never felt anything like it before! He tried to think of other things...but it was no use!

"Duncan!" Latisha exclaimed when she sensed him tensing up. 

But it was too late. It had all been too much for the young man. The speed at which it was upon him both surprised him...and embarrassed him.

Release!

Latisha was caught almost completely off guard. The first stream of hot cum shot deep inside of her, she was sure she felt its heat as it sprayed against her cervix! She had barely raised herself halfway off her son's cock when the next stream of cum ejaculated into her.

"Duncan....nooo....not inside of meee...you bastard..." Latisha cried as she struggled to raise herself in the restrictively long leather boots. Things got worse, the zip on her skirt had somehow caught on his suspenders near the stocking tops holding her down briefly and she felt another blast of cum shoot into her just before she broke free.

"Hmmm....ah....ahhh...yessss...." Duncan's balls had ached for relief and his final release was intense. He had not suffered premature ejaculation in years!

Duncan watched Latisha struggling to remove herself and with nothing to loose he thrust his hips upwards...just as another torrent of his hot seed shot out.

"Duncan!"

"Oooh yeah....oooh yeah...thanks....Latisha....thanks....oh fuck...I needed that...."

"What! You were not meant to cum in me...you prick...what were you thinking?" Latisha screamed.

"Sorry...sorry...but it just felt sooo damn gooood...." Duncan laughed as he watched her finally slip off his still pulsating cock just as another long, thick rope of cum blasted up towards her opening.

"Sit back on it...Latisha...go on...it doesn't matter now does it...might as well take it all hey?"

Latisha slapped him across the cheek, "Fuck you...you bastard. I thought you had good stamina?"

"Untie me Latisha...then give me ten minutes or so... reckon I'll hold out longer the second time...you'll see...give you a good hard fucking...me on top. Would you like that...Latisha....hmm? Really jamb it into ya little cunt...hmm? "

"Forget it you useless prick... you had your chance...oh my God...look at all this cum...it's everywhere!"

Of course Latisha had never intended on having full sex with the young man...she had just wanted to teach him a lesson...leave him hanging... 

Duncan watched his mother hop off the bed. He could see some of his cum trickling down her inner thigh, her pussy looked quite engorged and slick. Latisha made a half-hearted attempt to raise the bodice back over her heaving breasts but gave up unsuccessfully.

He eyed her pretty bottom when she turned around on her shaky legs and headed for the door, the high stilettos made her arse jut out invitingly and her shapely cheeks rose and fell sexily with each step. As she walked away Latisha tried to pull down the tight leather skirt that was bunched up around her waist but this effort too was quite unsuccessful. 

Latisha stopped in the doorway and looked back over her shoulder, "I'm showering...and Duncan... not a word, not a bloody word to anyone....hear me? Or I definitely won't bother trying to convince my daughter in returning to you...okay?"

Latisha knew he wanted Amanda to come back to him, she knew he loved her daughter deeply. Of course if Amanda decided not to come back to Duncan regardless of what her mother said to her what would stop Duncan bragging then, she wondered. It would be his word against hers...of course, no one would doubt Latisha. Anyone would just think Duncan was being spiteful if he talked about the lesson she had given him. 

Some fifteen minutes or so later Latisha emerged at the doorway to the bedroom again. She was now dressed back in her own clothes. She looked down at her son still restrained on his crumpled bed. His corset was all askew and his make-up was smudged over his face.

"I'm going Duncan. I think it was a bit of fun...for both of us, don't you? But it was just a once-off...not to be repeated Duncan. Okay? Just a little fun...no one needs to know," Latisha said, her demeanour had softened dramatically.

"Latisha it was great...the most erotic thing ever to happen to me! You were great. Thanks....really....thanks."

Latisha looked the young man up and down again. Cocking her head to one side she paused...and glanced at his penis. "You're hard again I see....a girl would not be safe around you Duncan," she smiled.

"I am sorry I came in you...truly...it was that thing you did with your pussy muscles...I couldn't help it."

"Hmm...yes, and as if a woman should believe a virile young man when he 'promises' not to cum in her? My fault...we shouldn't have done it without a condom. Guess I just got lost in the moment too. I certainly don't want to get all out of shape with a baby now do I? Don't have to worry about it with George...hubby has been cut you see," she said matter-of-factly.

Latisha moved to the head of the bed and untied Duncan's hands. Duncan sat up and rubbed his chaffed wrists.

"Wow...that's better. Latisha, before you go...could I ask you something?"

"What?" Latisha asked suspiciously.

"Could I...could I kiss you...just this once?"

"Duncan."

"Please?"

Latisha sighed, any anger she had felt toward him earlier had gone, and she actually thought it was all a bit funny now anyway.

"What sort of kiss?"

"Orr...you know...a New Years Eve sorta kiss?"

"What...with all that muck on your face? Duncan, mmm....I dunno."

Duncan quickly wiped his face on a handkerchief that he picked up from the bedside table.

Latisha thought she should have known better as she sat down on the bed again. Duncan's arm went around her shoulders and he gently drew her in closer. 

"Don't get any ideas...just a kiss...keep that big thing away from me. Okay!" she said as she leant toward him.

Their lips met.

Latisha felt his tongue trying to probe her mouth within seconds and she parted her lips. He had nice lips, she thought. She twirled her own tongue around his as it entered her mouth. He tasted nice too.

Duncan held her firmly as their passionate kiss continued. Feeling much bolder, he laid his free hand on her bare thigh, and when he felt no resistance, he moved his hand toward her inner thigh.

Still their kiss continued.

Latisha allowed Duncan to open her legs slightly...and she felt his hand work its way up her thigh...closer. 

Duncan gently pushed his mother's legs open even further and found the patch of lacy material covering her sex. She continued to kiss him back and let out a small mewing noise...just as he rubbed a finger along her cleft.

Almost urgently, Duncan pulled the thin material to one side and touched her flesh...her hot, moist flesh. His finger began to probe. She opened her legs wider.

Just as a finger slid partially inside of her Latisha suddenly broke away from their kiss. "That's far enough...get your hand out...Duncan..." she reached down and pushed his hand away.

"Just a kiss hey?" Latisha queried, a little out of breath as she quickly stood back up, straightening out her clothes.

"Come on Latisha...you know you want it too...lets make it a good one hey?"

Latisha looked down at Duncan. He had his hand on his cock and was stroking its full length.

"Tempting Duncan...very tempting...but I am going to have to say no, as flattering as it is to have a handsome young man lust over a middle-aged woman such as myself. Besides, I have not been unfaithful to my husband in years!"

"Come on...please..." Duncan tried again, reaching out for her as she backed away.

"You're a bloody good kisser Duncan...maybe next New Years Eve...who knows?" Latisha took one last look at her son's impressive cock and walked out of the room.




The Lesson



Duncan heard the front door close and a car start. She was leaving. He leant forward and removed the belt from his ankles and swung his feet onto the floor. He would have her again, this he was almost certain. Standing up he walked over to the mirrored doors of his large wardrobe and looked at his reflection. He really liked the outfit he had on, he thought, and he just loved the way his cock looked even bigger now that he had his pubic hair waxed off.

The middle of the three doors to the robe was slightly open...only a few centimetres or so. Duncan admitted to himself he had been quite alarmed earlier on when his mother had first come into his bedroom dressed in the beautifully slutty outfit he had chosen for her and she had admired her form in the same mirrored door. But she hadn't noticed.

Duncan slid the door open further revealing a nest of shelves stacked with neatly folded clothes. He reached inside. There on the middle shelf he found what he was looking for and picked the item up. 

"The End," he said somewhat whimsically. "For now anyway," and he pressed the stop button on the small, hi-definition digital video camera.

Latisha had been driving for about ten minutes. Her mind was spinning as the realisation of what she had just done began to sink in. She felt guilty of course...quite guilty, for what she had just done. But as she thought back to the events of the past couple of hours she also felt a familiar tingling...between her damp thighs and she smiled. 

"Latisha...you wicked, wicked woman!" she said to herself and laughed.

Her husband was not due back home from sea for a few more days. "Pity," Latisha sighed deeply, she was desperately going to need to masturbate when she went to bed later on in the evening. 

"Batteries! I need new batteries for my little friend," she suddenly realised. 

She decided she would stop at the supermarket on the way home....and get some of those long lasting ones.

Suddenly Latisha had another thought.

"My purse...what did I do with my purse?" Latisha felt a tingle of anxiety grip her stomach. It was back at Duncan's!

"Bugger!" she exclaimed. 

She did a u-turn at the next round-about and headed back.

Duncan had showered and slipped on his dressing gown...minus the cord. He sat on one of the chairs by the kitchen table and was gently stroking his penis as he replayed the video. Every few moments he would pause it and zoom in on a certain part. He particularly liked the visual of Latisha attempting to suck his cock, but he also loved the crystal-clear audio of his mother telling him 'I'm just going to have to fuck you I guess' when she had failed to get more than his fat knob in her small mouth. Yes...that was good...but hey, it was all good, he thought to himself. 

Duncan heard the car pull up under his carport. He wasn't expecting anyone. Quickly he turned off the video camera and hid it under some newspapers on the table and straightened up his gown to cover his erection. He was glad he had showered and washed the make-up off his face.

He heard a car door open and close and moments later there was a rap on the front door.

"It's only me...Duncan. Can I come in?"

Latisha! She's come back...yes! Duncan felt his hopes rise instantly.

"Door's unlocked...come on in Latisha."

Latisha opened the door and somewhat sheepishly she stepped inside.

"Hi...changed your mind hey? Want some more of this after all," Duncan said smoothly as he let his gown fall open, exposing his erection to the woman who stood not more than two metres away from him. 

"Put it away big boy...I just forgot my purse that's all," Latisha corrected while looking around the smallish kitchen and lounge area. 

"Have you seen it?" she asked as she took another couple of steps forward.

"Ah hah...there it is."

Latisha spotted her small black and gold purse lying on the seat of the large curved settee that faced the plasma TV in the corner of the room. Without a moments thought she leant the front of her thighs up against the over-stuffed back of the settee and bent over to retrieve it. Quicker than going around, she thought.

Duncan, sitting not more than a metre and a half away, watched as his mother's velvet skirt rode up the back of her thighs...exposing the better part of that wonderful arse of hers. Occasionally in the past he had seen Latisha do similar things as this and he would wonder if she did it on purpose...just to tease him.

She didn't, it was quite innocent... Latisha could be such a blonde at times. 

Just as Latisha retrieved her purse and began to straighten back up she felt a hand on the small of her back. 

"Duncan...off you go thanks. I have only come back for my purse," Latisha said, a little annoyed as she again tried to stand back up.

Duncan pushed his mother back over the settee easily, she was off balance and her hands reached down for the seat but he continued to push her over until she rested squarely on her elbows; her sandaled feet now barely touching the cool tiled floor. 

Duncan felt a surge of power. Armed with the knowledge of what he had taped earlier he totally ignored her pleas to let her back up. She was not going to tease him this time!

Latisha felt the hem of her skirt being raised up past her buttocks; then fingers slipping inside the waist band of her underwear...carelessly pulling them down over her hips and around her thighs.

"Nooo....come on....you're getting me mad Duncan. If you keep this up I will never give you another New Years Eve kiss again...." Latisha cried, almost sobbing.

He ran his free hand over her firm orbs of flesh...squeezing and kneading them roughly. 

Latisha couldn't move...she was powerless to stop him! His hand snaked between her thighs and prodded at her vulva momentarily. Then she felt her panties being pushed down her legs still further till they were well past her knees.

Duncan used his bare foot to push her little lacy panties down to her ankles. Lifting her right leg slightly he was able to remove them completely from her foot. Now he could spread her legs open and he quickly jammed his knee between them forcing them apart. 

"Duncan...what's the matter with you...why...why are you being so rough? Please...just let me up and maybe we can talk about it .... Duncan... aaah... noooo... please...don't..."

He felt back up between her thighs and stroked her pussy, working her still puffy lips apart. Within moments of his ministrations she felt extremely wet. And with little effort he easily inserted the middle digit of his right hand...all the way to his knuckle and finger-fucked her for several moments.

"Hmmp...pleeease...nooo..."

Duncan inserted a second finger and worked her cunt open...he couldn't wait any longer.

Standing between her legs Duncan removed his fingers from her pussy and gripped his long rod. Latisha's arse was poking up in the air at a perfect height. He moved forward slightly and rubbed his fat cockhead up along her slit lubricating it with her juices.

Latisha closed her eyes when she felt him move forward increasing the pressure on her opening. She gripped the material of the seat when his cock began to slip into her velvet passageway. 

Flexing his hips forward Duncan buried almost his whole length in one rapid motion.

"Ah huh...ah huh...ooh yeah...now that's better...ooh yeah baby..." Duncan removed his hand from Latisha's back and with both hands he gripped her buttocks firmly and began to fuck her.

Latisha gasped for air. Without his strong hand holding her back down she was able to raise herself up again.

"Poke your arse back up again...Latisha..." Duncan ordered. 

When she did not respond he slapped her buttocks hard.

"Yeoww...orright..orright..." Latisha cried, quickly she leant back on her elbows again and gripped the edge of the seat for support as his tempo increased.

Duncan watched his slick cock disappear to the hilt in his mother's pretty cunt...he just loved the way her inner labia was drawn out each time he withdrew.

"It's...it's not too bad...hmmf...hmmf...is it...hmmf...hmmf...?" Duncan asked.

"Just...hurry...up....oooh...oooh....mmm...don't...take too...long..." Latisha stammered between thrusts. 

She had surrendered as easily as that. 

Duncan thrust in harder...the heavy settee began to move across tiled floor. He continued to squeeze her buttocks, spreading them apart and rolling them around in time with his fucking. 

The funniest thing began to happen to Latisha...she found herself beginning to enjoy it! She often enjoyed a bit of rough sex with her husband when he returned home after being away for awhile. Now she couldn't deny herself the increasing pleasure she was experiencing with every long thrust of her young son's big cock!

"Smack it....aaah...aaah...I want you to...oooh...yeah...that's it...smack it..." Latisha said lustily.

Duncan obliged. He brought up his right hand and smacked her pretty arse a couple of times...quite hard!

"Argh...argh...oooh yeah....again..."

He used his left hand next time and with every four or five thrusts he would smack her arse hard. She seemed to love it!

Latisha could feel the all too familiar feeling of an orgasm fast approaching. Every now and then his cockhead would slam against her cervix...but even that felt pretty good.

Duncan reached forward and pushed her striped top up. He then easily undid the clasp to her black bra and it fell away from her tits. He then reached underneath to rub her breasts for the first time, tweaking and pulling her erect nipples almost sadistically.

"Orrr yeah...orrr yeah...that's it...uh huh...that's it...uh huh...ummmmm..." Latisha groaned loudly as her orgasm swept over her.

Duncan kept on fucking her. He alternated between squeezing and pulling her nipples and smacking her reddened arse. He had never known anything like it before!

And still Latisha came...one long, long series of orgasms shuddered and peaked, subsided a little, then shuddered and peaked again.

"Mmmm....stoppp....pleeeease...stoppp....aaaarh...Dun...cannn...."

Duncan pulled his cock out quickly...and gripping it in his right hand he masturbated rapidly. Within seconds he too came. He looked down at his mother's splayed cunt, the stretched entrance still pulsating as her orgasms continued. With careful aim he shot a stream of his thick cum over her reddened arse, the next squirt he shot onto her little brown puckered anus...and for his last big load he moved in closer and shot the thick cream over her gaping vagina.

Surprisingly, Latisha was almost breathlessly silent. She barely even murmured a sound when her son pushed his cock back into her juicy hole again.

"You really go off don't you...hey...Latisha...fuck me! That was wild." Duncan could just feel the last contractions of her vagina around the shaft of his slowly softening cock. He continued to slip in and out of her pussy for a minute or so more before finally his slug popped out limp to hang down between his legs.

"Mmmm....my god-father...that was a bit brutal...you bastard...you didn't cum in me again I hope?" Latisha groaned between clenched teeth.

"Duncan?"

Cum began to trickle down her buttocks leaving a slick trail. Duncan watched it for a moment...then he began to rub it over her lovely round arse.

"Did you...tell me you didn't....Duncan?"

"Not this time Latisha..."

He rubbed his index finger in the cum that clung to her dainty little bum hole. He had never played with a woman's arse before...never thought about...till now.

"Duncan...no...you've had your fun...come on...oooh...ummm...." Latisha closed her eyes as his finger slipped into her tight back passage. She did like a finger in there at times when her husband ate her out...made her orgasms extremely pleasurable. 

"Do not... for a second...think...oooh....oooh...you are...going to...try and..."

Duncan was quite surprised that his mother was just laying there...almost serenely, as he finger-fucked her tight little anus. But she was.

Kneeling down between her thighs, Duncan moved his face close to her almost hairless quim. He could smell the strong aroma of his own cum on her flesh...and her own sweet, musky aroma.

"Ooooh...don't do that...enough...Duncan....Duncan..." 

He flicked his tongue over her sticky pudenda rapidly...the taste not unbearable and he continued to finger her anus rhythmically.

"That...is...enough...mmm...nooo more.... I couldn't come again...stop..." Latisha moaned. She hadn't yet recovered from the longest multiple orgasms she'd ever experienced...but already she could feel another fast approaching...just a tiny one.

Duncan darted his tongue around her exposed clitoris, his nose rubbing over her labia. He had difficulty keeping on target because of Latisha's gyrating hips that moved around with an increasing pace.

"Tha.sss it...don't stop now...that's it...uuuugh...." 

A small but satisfying orgasm washed over Latisha...quite different from the ones she had experienced only minutes ago when Duncan was fucking her. There was just something about a finger in her arse that did it. Oooh it felt good.

Then another surprise lesson for Duncan, he distinctly felt her rectum grip his finger as she came. It only lasted a few second though but was very noticeable.

Moments later Latisha reached behind, and gripping Duncan by the wrist she easily pushed his hand away from her bottom and was able to stand at last. Puffing from exertion she turned to face her assailant who was still kneeling on the floor by her feet.

She looked down at him; his face glistened with the combined juices of their sex. He looked back at her somewhat sheepishly she thought as she pulled her black bra and top back over her reddened breasts. Her crumpled skirt was next to be straightened up.

"You are a very, very naughty boy Duncan...aren't you? My God...I will be lucky if I can walk straight after that! My poor daughter married to you!"

Oddly enough, Duncan had never had sex with Amanda anything like what had just happened with Latisha, just the occasional long, drawn-out missionary thing. Amanda was far from adventurous and she was...well...a bit frigid too, he thought.

Latisha's face was quite flushed, her blond hair stuck out in all directions. "Where are my knickers?" she asked as she glanced around the floor beside her naked son.

"Never mind," she said absently as she leant back against the settee. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she ran a hand over the front of her skirt, "Oh my poor little pussy..." she looked down while lifting the hem then gazed at herself.

"Duncan...just look at it...man, am I glad my husband won't be home for a few more days."

She did look sore Duncan observed drily. The wisp of pubic hair did little to hide her swollen and distended lips. He watched as she lowered her skirt again before stepping past him; he could now see her pretty little lace panties on the floor under the edge of the settee.

He said nothing. 

Latisha returned from the bathroom several minutes later. She had not showered, merely wiped herself clean with a wet face-washer. The cool cloth had soothed her loins wonderfully. She had also fixed-up her hair again and put some of her daughter's deodorant on that she found sitting on the vanity. Her own lust had completely evaporated and she finally had her wits back. 

Duncan was sitting on the kitchen chair again. He had his gown back on. He looked over at his mother; she really was a sexy looking woman he observed as he watched her flick a few stray hairs from her still partly-flushed face. She stood by the front door hesitating with her hand on the doorknob. 

"I think you should go on the pill."

"What!"

"I want you to go on the pill. I want to be able to cum inside you again."

"Duncan...it is not going to happen again...hear me! Never! You got lucky...alright! It was good...but forget it young man...never again. I am married and your mother. That was about as close to rape as you can get Duncan... regardless of whether I enjoyed it or not. You're lucky I don't go to the police!" 

"We'll see..."

"No we won't! Think yourself lucky alright? Your fantasy has been lived out...you got to 'fuck' your mother...twice!"

Rarely did Latisha use profanities.

"Duncan...if you ever try that sort of thing again...you can forget about Amanda...and...and I will tell George. You would not want to see your father pissed...believe me!" 

Duncan toyed absently with a thin strap that stuck out from under the newspapers on the table.

"You look incredibly horny when you're angry Latisha." Duncan said just as he let his gown fall open.

"You're unreal...haven't you had enough already?" Latisha remarked when she noticed his long tool was fully erect...again!

Quickly she opened the front door and stepped outside to almost run to her car parked several metres away.

Duncan listened to her drive off hurriedly. Then he lifted the newspapers and pulled his video camera toward him by its strap. It had been amazing foresight of his to turn on the record button again when Latisha had returned for her purse. He looked around...oddly enough he hadn't noticed when Latisha picked her purse up...but it was gone from the settee.

He played the latest video back in parts, unfortunately the newspaper had obscured a better part of the recording...but the audio was unmistakable...crystal clear. He listened to the part where Latisha had told him lustily to 'smack it' several times and quite distinctly he could hear her grunts of pleasure when he happily obliged. In one part he could make out her left thigh clear enough...the small tattoo of a blue-bird quite distinct on her hip as his own taut buttocks clenched with his every thrust. That was evidence enough.

Give it a few days, he thought to himself. Then he would e-mail Latisha at her office. Attach a couple of megs of the better parts of their little tryst....and again suggest she goes on the pill.

Duncan began to stroke his cock again at the thought of his plan and chuckled at his luck. He took out Latisha's little panties from his gown pocket and sniffed them deeply. 

"Beautiful, just beautiful," he murmured hoarsely.

* * *

Latisha drove straight past the supermarket. She certainly would not need any batteries now she thought. How ironic! 

She sighed deeply.

"Oh dear...that lesson certainly got out of hand...I will have to avoid him now...better watch how I dress in future too I guess." Latisha said to herself as she idly rubbed her hand between her legs...she felt gooey again. 

"Sorry George...but that was incredible," she whispered to herself again. 

"Sorry Amanda...my dear girl...no wonder you wanted a break from him, he is a bit much for you I think!"

Just as Latisha pulled into her driveway she felt a surge of guilt wash over her. Luckily no one was home; she didn't think she could face anyone at that moment and she intended to have a long soak in the bath and to wash herself thoroughly. 

When she opened the car door and placed her foot on the carport floor a draft wafted through raising her skirt, the cool air tickled her naked pussy just as a small amount of cum trickled out. 

Her feeling of guilt increased tenfold!

It had been many years since she had been unfaithful to George...and that had been just a quick bang with an older guy, a solicitor she was once an assistant to. They had both been pretty drunk...you know the end of year office party sort of thing. She guessed she had encouraged him thoroughly though with her almost inappropriately short skirts and low tops she often wore to work. 

His name was Bill, a distinguished looking man some fifteen or twenty years her senior. He had enticed her away from the rest of the office staff. Told her there was a gift for her on his desk. Naively Latisha had allowed him to lead her by the hand into his office to retrieve the small gift. She had opened the present to reveal a delicate gold necklace and in gratitude she had giving him a lingering "Christmas kiss" right there...in the privacy of his office.




The Lesson



Cara stood tentatively at the door of the building. It was a rectangular building with four stories. The brick was a tan color and looked similar to the surrounding buildings. She was standing at the back entrance, which had two glass doors. It wasn't fancy, but looked like it was well taken care of. The front entrance was a porn shop and she giggled at the irony of this. She had walked to the back and now was hesitant to enter. She knew that entering this building would change her life.

She finally took three deep breaths and entered. There was a pretty blonde woman sitting at a desk. She had a headset on and Cara was nervous because she didn't know whether the woman was on the phone or not.

"Yes dear?"

"I have an appointment with Randi."

"You must be Cara. I'll call her."

Cara was taken aback. She had thought that Randi was a guy, but he was a she. She had only corresponded by email and was partly amazed that there was indeed a building where they said it would be. A tall woman was walking down the long hallway and was smiling wide.

"Hi Cara. I'm Randi. Thanks for coming."

"Hi Randi."

"So what we'll do today is do a test run. If everything works out then we'll schedule some more scenes. Sound O.K.?"

"Yeah." Cara was biting her lip hard. She was so nervous and was trying not to look it.

Randi led Cara into one of the rooms at the end of the hallway. There was a bedroom set up with two walls and four cameras set up where the other two walls should be. She glanced and realized that other than her and Randi, the other people in the room were all men. There were four men in their twenties along with an older gentleman. Her eyes flickered over each person and she realized they barely noticed her there.

"So, I know this is your first time. We're going to bring in someone. He's very nice and gentle. He knows it's your first time. Just do what comes naturally."

Cara nodded and then whimpered softly as another man entered the room. He was so tall and so black. His hair was short and he had chocolate brown eyes. He was wearing tight jeans and a white shirt. The shirt was almost splitting apart because of his muscular chest. Cara could only stare in awe.

"Hi, sweetie. I'm T.J."

Cara couldn't answer.

"So Cara just keep going until he orgasms. If it starts to hurt we'll get you some lube." Randi was so matter of fact that it made everything seem so natural. She turned to T.J. and decided to just go ahead and do it.

"Hi. I'm Cara."

T.J. stood in front of Cara. He rubbed her shoulders lightly and felt the straps of her tank top fall down.

"You are so beautiful. Really you are." He continued to rub her arms and pushed her tank top down around her waist. Cara had average size breasts. She smiled when T.J. grabbed both and pushed them together, making the nipples rub against each other.

"Oh." Cara arched her back. She didn't think she'd react like this, but she could already feel her juices pool in her panties.

"That's it baby." T.J. sucked hard on her nipples and looked into her eyes. She was so young and innocent. He had been doing this for a few years and wondered how long she would last. Most girls lasted a few months and then realized this wasn't the way to make a living.

"Suck my cock baby. Do it." Cara nodded. She watched as T.J. undid his jeans and she was relieved that his cock was average size. She had heard that black guys had huge cocks and she was scared that he would have a monster. Instead, it was a little large, but nothing she couldn't handle. She opened her mouth and her eyes glanced over at the camera. The cameramen were staring blankly at her and T.J. and she was surprised. She didn't really know what to expect, but was glad they were being professional about it.

T.J. tapped the tip of his cock against her lips and then slid it in her mouth. She sucked hard and swallowed. She grinned when T.J. moaned loudly. She did it again.

"Oh fucking hell baby. That's so hot. Do it again." Cara grinned and swallowed. She felt her throat close around his cock and loved the reaction. T.J. suddenly pulled out and spun her around. He pulled her up onto her hands and knees and spanked her round butt.

Cara was whimpering softly. She felt her thighs being spread and cried out when she felt his hot tongue flick against her clit. She opened her eyes and saw a camera right on her. She didn't even care at this moment. All she cared about was that her legs were shaking so badly and she needed to cum.

"Make me cum. Please." Cara was begging and T.J. grinned. He tapped his cock against her butt and then slowly slid into her bare pussy. She was very tight, but his girth was so large that it wasn't a surprise. He pushed in and moaned when most of his cock was inside her. He knew there was a camera above him and he rocked her hips back and forth. She was a good little fuck and was he impressed at how willing she was to do this. He was holding back for two reasons. First, he loved how it felt to cum all over a girls butt or breasts and second, this wasn't about him. This was about Cara. If she did well, he'd get a lot of opportunities to fuck her again.

"Fuck!" Cara screamed out and gripped the sheets tight. She thrusted back so hard that T.J. stumbled back. She was cumming and he could feel every part of her pussy clamp down on his cock. He almost lost it, but was able to control himself. The moment she was finished he pulled out and flipped her over. She opened her mouth wide and he grinned as he stroked his cock, cumming all over her face and breasts. His white cum was dripping everywhere and she was grinning from ear to ear.

Cara stared at T.J. and then glanced over at Randi.

"Awesome. That was a great first time. There's a washroom down the hall. Ask Natalie at the front desk for your check and we'll call you in a few days."

Cara stumbled to the washroom and after cleaning herself up made her way to the front desk. She stepped out into the sunshine a very different woman than she had entered.



The Lesson



As Deej and Carole left the theater after a not-so-good movie, he suggested, "want to get something to eat, baby?"

The petite blond smiled up at him and took his hand, "sure, Deej. Maybe a little something. That popcorn was too salty to eat."

They walked hand in hand the short two blocks to the little hamburger stand, one of the few places open after nine o'clock at night in the small town. Despite their size difference, they made a nice looking couple. She was just shy of being five feet tall, short, wavy, blonde hair, a voluptuous body packed into a very small frame, with large breasts and tiny waist that flared into generous, but not fat, hips and a well rounded behind, all accented by the tight sheath dress she was wearing that night. Her body belied her tender age, but her face looked even younger, her features tiny, except for her full lips, which invited kissing. He was six feet tall with an athlete-lean body, tapering from broad shoulders to a flat stomach and narrow hips, blonde, almost-crew cut hair topping a very handsome face. Anyone seeing the young couple would be struck by their suitability for each other, their clean-cut appearance, and their apparent devotion for each other. The ideal teen couple, many thought.

They ate their small meal as they talked about the movie they had seen, in general just making small talk. When they had finished eating, they stood for a moment on the edge of the sidewalk, looking about at the darkened stores, observing the infrequent passing of cars, before Deej asked, "want to walk around some?"

Carole nodded, "Mm-hmm. That would be nice. I'm tired of sitting."

They often walked around the downtown area at night, window shopping, talking, making plans for the future. There wasn't much else to do in the Fort Lauderdale of the 1960s. You either went to a movie, watched television, or went somewhere to make out. Needless to say, the third choice is what Deej and Carole usually ended up doing on their date nights, and Deej planned for this night to be no different.

They ended up on the next street over from the main drag and had stopped to look in a jewelry store window at the corner at Carole's insistence. She wanted to look at the wedding ring sets on display and Deej didn't object. Although there was a car parked at the corner next to the store, the streets were otherwise deserted, and Deej saw it as opportunity to feel Carole, something she usually accepted willingly.

Deej had his right arm draped across Carole's tanned shoulders as she looked and pointed at the different rings wistfully. Agreeing with her each time she exclaimed how beautiful a particular set was, Deej had begun to rub the exposed skin of her upper chest, feeling the warmth of the crevice her large breasts formed at their meeting. Wanting to feel her nipples, Deej suddenly dipped his hand inside the top of her dress and pushed it inside her bra, cupping her right breast in his palm.

Carole's reaction was quick and one of shock as she grabbed Deej's wrist and pulled his hand out of her dress, exclaiming, "Deej! There's a man sitting in that car!"

Deej looked over at the car, but from his angle couldn't see anyone inside the darkened interior. He argued with the visibly annoyed girl, "Naw, there isn't. There's no one there." Certain he was correct and she was not, Deej dropped his hand to her firm behind and cupped one cheek, giving it a squeeze.

Carole slapped at his hand behind her. "Deej! Don't! There is someone there!"

Still unbelieving, Deej then reached around in front of her, his arm circling her waist, and reached to her crotch playfully. "Don't be silly, baby. Besides, what difference would it make if there was someone there? It wouldn't be the first time a man has seen you felt up."

Again, Carole slapped his arm, then grabbing it firmly with her two little hands pulled it away from where Deej was desperately trying to feel her pubic area. "You're wrong, Deej. There is someone there, and he's OLD." Her accent on 'old' would have amused Deej if it hadn't been for her refusal to do as he wanted with her. She had never been like this before, but always eager to do anything he wanted, any time, and he was both angered and confused by her actions.

Deej completely withdrew his arm from around the grim-faced girl and turned from the window, speaking over his shoulder as he walked to the curb, "Okay, then, let's go. I've seen enough." His tone was gruff as he meant it to be, wanting her to know of his displeasure while hoping she would relent. Either Carole didn't interpret his tone of voice as he intended, or she wasn't going to yield to his demands this time, as she wordlessly stepped to his side and walked with him across the street, heading back in the direction of the theater where Deej's car was parked.

Neither said a word for the entire four blocks back to the parking lot beside the theater. Deej was wrapped up in his thoughts of anger, then of planning his revenge on the reticent girl beside him. Carole had begun to realize that her boyfriend was angry and didn't know what to say, so she walked silently. She didn't know how to make amends and it was beginning to gnaw at her as they neared the car. All she knew was that she couldn't stand it if Deej broke up with her. He was the only boy she had ever loved, even kissed, and she felt her life would end if he left her.

When they reached the car, Deej held the door open for Carole, still not speaking, then went around the car and got in the driver's seat. Carole sat there silently, looking down at her clasped hands, wondering if Deej was going to break up with her, her mind racing for a means to keep that from happening. Then, as if nothing had happened, Deej put his arm around her shoulders and drew her to him, tilting his head to kiss her, his lips first lightly brushing her full, unpainted lips, followed by his tongue lightly probing, then opening her warm mouth as Carole responded, her heart seeming to jump with joy that this perfect boy would still want her to be his girlfriend.

The passion in their kiss deepened as their tongues danced together, then began to spread to both their bodies, the rapidly increasing breath from both caressing each other's cheeks warmly. As he felt Carole's eager response, Deej used his left hand to gently massage her breasts through her dress, his touch increasing the young girl's passion dramatically. Deej used his right hand to stealthily unhook the snap at the back of her dress, then began to work the wide straps off of each shoulder to the middle of her upper arms. Pulling the now-willing girl slightly forward, Deej reached inside the open back of her dress and fumbled with the hooks in her bra, mentally cursing the design of the two metal hooks he had to undo before the bra would loosen. After several tries, Deej finally achieved his goal as he felt the elastic in her bra pull the strap apart in his hand, freeing her breasts from the tight restraint of the cotton material.

Deej's left hand immediately moved inside the drooping top of Carole's dress and pulled the unhooked bra off of her mounds of flesh, tucking it under her chin. His hand then pushed the material at the front of her dress down until it rested under the creamy white globes, both breasts now pointing forward, the youthful flesh non-sagging and firm. Deej's fingers moved to the nipple on one breast and began to lightly roll it between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the soft, wrinkled skin grow outward with his manipulations, becoming hard and erasing the wrinkles. Deej broke off the lengthy, breathless kiss and bent his head to Carole's exposed breasts, taking the nipple he had been massaging into his warm mouth, his tongue flicking the distended, sensitive flesh, pausing briefly to nip at it with his front teeth, then sucking on the nipple like a newborn baby, gradually enveloping the darker pink skin surrounding the nipple with his mouth. He heard and felt Carole's breathing increase as he sucked on her tit, her breasts heaving as the passion overcame her. Deej moved his left hand to the hem of Carole's dress and pulled it upward, having to pull the tight material first up one leg and then the other, until it rested at her rounded hips, revealing the crotch of her white panties, starkly contrasted against the deep tan of her thighs.

Deej rested his hand on the middle of the now bare thigh and Carole's legs immediately parted invitingly. He returned his mouth to hers, resuming their feverish kissing, as he moved his hand up and down the inside of her thigh, marveling at the smoothness of her skin as though it was a new discovery. He brought his fingers up to the crotch of her panties and was pleased to find that her passion had dampened the double layer of cotton, further betraying her desire. Deej's middle finger lightly probed against the cloth, making it sink into the hot, wet folds of skin beneath and causing Carole's breathing to increase even more, the fingers of one hand digging into his shoulder as she felt the now-familiar touch.

The probing hand moved up Carole's flat belly to the waistband of her panties and began to work them downward, stretching the elastic to near-breaking, until they were just a roll of material encircling her curvy hips, exposing a curly triangle of hair slightly darker than on her head beneath her white belly. Using both hands, Deej pulled the rolled up panties down to Carole's knees, then, lifting first one leg and then the other, pulled the undies over her shoes and dropped them on the floorboard. His hand returned to her now-naked crotch, first cupping the warmth in his hand, then teasingly running his fingers through the silky hairs and lightly down the swelling lips, causing the heated girl's body to twitch slightly and her legs open wider with her pent-up desire. After a couple of minutes of Deej's torturous stroking of Carole's palpitating pussy lips, Deej let his finger enter the juice-filled lips, stroking the hidden entrance to her body, letting his finger lightly, agonizingly, brush the erect clit above the entrance, making the muscles in Carole's firm thighs involuntarily tighten and loosen with each touch. It seemed like an eternity to her before Deej let his finger slide into the small opening to her pussy, and when she felt the finger sink into her hot insides, Carole raised her hips to meet the probing digit, eager for the sensations she had come to love since the first time Deej had shown her the pleasures of his touch.

Just as quickly as Deej had begun his seduction of her willing body, he stopped, removing his hand from her very hot and wet pussy, and straightened in his seat as he suggested, "Let's go somewhere."

Carole nodded breathlessly, her face flushed with passion, then she pushed her bra down as she pulled her dress up to cover her naked breasts.

Deej started the car and pulled out of the dark parking lot. Once on the street, he steered with his left hand while his right hand rested between Carole's still-parted legs, a finger stroking the blood-filled lips, wanting to keep her arousal at fever pitch. He headed toward the northwest part of town while he formulated a plan in his revenge-bent mind, not speaking to the pretty girl now sitting pressed up against him, eyes closed, her head resting against his shoulder, her breathing continuing in heavy, chest-heaving movement as Deej stroked and probed her soaked cunt.

It was only a few blocks from the theater in the middle of town to the place Deej had decided on as he drove and in a matter of minutes, he reached the area known locally as 'nigger town'. That was a typical name for black residential areas in the south of the 1960s. The races were still very much segregated, each race seemingly preferring to remain in their own area, with the only intermingling occurring on the job, if at all. Carole had been raised in Pittsburgh and, although there wasn't quite as much segregation, each race's attitude toward the other wasn't any different than in the south. White women were often raised to suspect and fear blacks, often having the fear implanted in them that all black men wanted to rape white women. Carole possessed that fear and distrust, partly from ignorance, but mostly from family and friends often repeating unverified stories of the atrocities of blacks in general. Deej had decided to use that fear to teach Carole a lesson she would not forget and to exact the revenge on her for her earlier affront to his pride.

Deej drove down a couple of side streets in the northwest area, curiously observing the ramshackle condition of most of the houses populating both sides of the streets, interspersed periodically by a small business or two, with a few bars scattered throughout the community. Deej made a turn onto one street and saw a bar or night club of some sort about a block ahead with a few blacks standing outside on the sidewalk, a few appearing to be holding either beer bottles or bagged drinks. He quickly looked at Carole and saw her eyes were still closed, her mouth partly open, sensually breathing in short, rapid gasps as Deej rubbed her slit. He was relieved to see she hadn't seen where they were, knowing she would have panicked at even the thought of being in 'nigger town'. He drove past the bar, counting at least six men on the sidewalk on the other side of the street, glad to see that other buildings in the area appeared to be closed and dark.

Deej drove straight for a couple of blocks before he saw what he had been looking for as he drove. On his left was a row of two-story warehouses, barely lit with one street light at the corner. Deej drove past the first two warehouses before he saw a narrow alley running between the second and third block building. He slowly turned into the alley, stopping at the entrance to let the car lights illuminate the darkness ahead. Deej could see that the alley went on past the two warehouses to the street beyond, but saw nothing else except the usual litter on both sides. "Perfect," Deej thought, and pulled on into the dark alley about fifty feet before he turned off the headlights and stopped the car.

Hearing the engine stopping, Carole opened her heavy-lidded eyes and purred, "Are we there?" Then, before Deej could answer, she realized she didn't recognize their surroundings, causing her to add, "Where are we, Deej?"

Deej stuck his finger up her wet hole as he answered, "This is a new place I thought we'd try. That's all."

Carole was looking around curiously, "What are those buildings?"

"They're warehouses, baby. Empty. Deserted." Deej assured her, "This place is completely safe, baby. Won't anybody see us." He put her at ease by covering her lips with his as a finger probed her insides deeply, stroking the ultra-sensitive flesh, quickly giving Carole a chain of mini-climaxes, taking her mind off of the unfamiliar place, eliminating every vestige of fear.

Removing his finger, Deej began to slide Carole's dress up her body, keeping his lips glued to hers until the dress was pulled up under her arms. Breaking off the passionate kiss, Deej ordered, "Raise your arms, baby. I want you naked." Carole instantly complied, eager to proceed with their lovemaking, helping Deej pull the dress over her head. As Deej threw the dress in the back seat, Carole slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and arms, tossing it after the dress. She cuddled her naked body against Deej, conscious of the effect her nudity always had on him, wanting him to touch her, finger her, kiss her.

Carole remembered her shoes and straightened to take them off, but was halted by Deej. "Leave them on, honey. I want you to pose for me. I want to see you standing naked with nothing but your shoes on."

His request didn't surprise her as Deej often wanted to just stare at her naked body, and she enjoyed modeling for him. Looking through the windshield and seeing nothing but the darkness, enhanced by the tall buildings on each side blocking the moonlight, she queried, "Here, Deej? You won't be able to see me."

"No problem, hon. I'll turn the headlights on. You just stand a few feet in front of the car and I'll be able to see you in the lights." Deej was surprised he had to explain, as it wouldn't be the first time the not-too-bright blonde had posed in the headlights for him.

A light appeared to go on in the pretty little head, "Oh, I see. Okay," she agreed, as she opened her car door, causing the interior light to come on and illuminate her voluptuous teenage body, her breasts barely swinging and jiggling as she rose from the seat, her curvy behind bathed in the warm light from the small bulb above. She closed the door and gingerly made her way toward the front of the car, stepping carefully in the dark alley, unsure of what might be underfoot.

As soon as Carole had started toward the front of the car, Deej leaned over and pushed down on the door lock button, then repeated the move on his door. Then he turned on the headlights and watched as Carole stepped in front of the bright beams, the cheeks of her ass undulating as she walked in the high heels. He wasn't sure if it was that sight or the thought of what he was about to do, but he felt his dick begin to harden in his Levi's and a warm stirring in his gut. Looking at the naked girl as she turned to give him a frontal view, Deej whispered to himself, "I'm really going to enjoy this. I'll teach her a lesson she won't forget."

Carole struck her familiar poses for Deej, her eyes squinting from the bright headlights, enjoying being his model. As she turned around to give him one of his favorite poses, bent over with her ass facing him, holding her ass cheeks wide, Deej started the motor. The sound startled Carole and she quickly stood straight and turned to face the car with a puzzled look on her face, slightly raising her hands by her sides in a questioning stance. Deej put the automatic transmission in reverse and slowly let the car backup, amused at the look on Carole's face when she realized what he was doing, her look changing from puzzlement to alarm in an instant. Deej smiled evilly, enjoying her predicament as he let the car back out of the alley slowly, stopping just as the rear end of the car exited from between the buildings. His smile became a sadistic laugh as he watched the naked Carole begin to run toward him, her tits bouncing up and down with each jarring impact of the high heel shoes on the pavement. The sight made his dick twitch and he rubbed it through the thick material, feeling it grow, as he watched the naked figure get closer, amazed that Carole didn't stumble in the high heels while he continued to focus on the bouncing tits, feeling his nuts tighten as he watched the heavy globes bounce.

Breathlessly, Carole reached the car, pausing for a minute with her hands on the front fender, then making her way to the passengers' door. She pulled on the handle and discovered the door was locked. Deej heard her through the closed window, innocently explaining, "The door is locked, Deej. Let me in." Apparently, she thought Deej was playing one of his silly games, having no idea of his sinister plan.

Deej reached over and rolled down the window a couple of inches and, in a cold tone of voice, informed the still-breathless girl, "Naw. I don't think so. I'm leaving you here."

Carole didn't take him seriously, "Aww, c'mon, Deej, let me in. I don't like this game."

"I'm not playing, Carole. I'm dead serious." Deej's voice now had a knife-edge quality to it and, coupled with his words, made Carole realize it wasn't a game, after all. The look on her face changed as if she had been slapped and her mouth fell open in disbelief. Deej could actually see the blood drain from her pretty cheeks as the shock of what he had said sunk in.

"But why, Deej? Why? Why are you doing this?" Her voice became choked, tearful, pleading. "Why?"




The Lesson



Deej sneered, "You forget that when I tried to touch you downtown? And you stopped me? That's why. No girl treats me that way."

Carole whined, "But I thought you forgot about that, Deej. I didn't want you to touch me in front of that old man." Not seeing a favorable response from him, Carole pleaded, "Please, Deej, let me in. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She pulled on the door handle again, finding it still locked. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she continued to beg the silent Deej, "Oh, please, honey, please, please."

Deej was unyielding as he leaned across the seat and coldly told the crying girl, "No, Carole, no. Like I said, I'm leaving you here. Naked. Then I'm going to drive down to a nigger bar I saw and tell them there's a naked white girl up here. They'll come here and find you and gang-rape you." He saw the terror in her eyes as he spoke, and relished the effect his words had on her. Just like he knew they would. He had to torture her further, "You didn't know where we were, did you?" Not waiting for an answer, Deej let her know. "We're in nigger town, and the bar I'm talking about is only two blocks from here. It won't even take them five minutes to find you. And there's no place for you to hide, either." He saw Carole turn and look up the alley as though she was seeing if he was telling the truth. Deej was immensely enjoying the mental torture, and asked the now shivering girl, "Do you have any idea how many black guys would be in a bar on a Friday night, a payday?" He answered for her, "Dozens! They'll be raping you for hours!" His words were light slaps across her cheeks, and Deej watched as she buried her face in her hands and began to sob uncontrollably, managing to mouth 'please' between her body-racking sobs.

Her sobs were falling on deaf ears as Deej lifted his foot off the brake and gunned the engine, sending the car flying backwards into the street, turning the front wheels as he did so. He put the car in drive and looked over at Carole. She had fallen to a stooped position, her head in her hands, resting on her knees, her bare ass almost resting on the pavement. The sight almost made Deej relent, until his pride and lust took over, so he gunned the car on down the street, certain the naked girl was aware he had left and was thinking of his fearful description of what was going to happen.

Deej drove back by the bar he had seen earlier and smiled to himself when he saw the crowd was still standing around on the sidewalk. Several of them looked like they had just come home from a dirty day at work, looking like construction workers, while a couple appeared to see themselves as 'cool dudes' and were dressed to the nines. Deej drove the car on by the men, aware of the curious looks he was receiving from those facing the street. He knew that few white men ever came to this community after dark and his presence would cause curiosity, although he was just as sure there was no risk of danger. Animosity, maybe, but every black knew that the white police force really frowned on blacks even threatening whites. There had been stories . . . 

The car wandered aimlessly around the area for the next ten minutes, Deej being careful to not go down the same street twice, before he returned to the area of the warehouses. He slowly pulled into the alley where he had left the naked Carole, turning on his high beams as he entered the darkness, but couldn't see her anywhere. He stopped the car for a minute and peered ahead, examining as best as he could the length of the alley, but there wasn't a sign of a naked body anywhere. Now Deej was a little concerned, wondering if someone had found her and taken her somewhere. "What if she's been found by the police," he wondered, but quickly rejected that thought with the realization the white Fort Lauderdale police stayed out of the black neighborhood. He permitted the car to idle forward as he continued to strain his eyes for sight of Carole. Just as he was nearing the other end of the alley, Deej spotted several large cardboard boxes piled up against the wall on his left. He pulled up next to the boxes until his door was almost past the last box. Then he saw her. Carole was crouched behind the box, desperately trying to hide, certain it was a carload of blacks coming for her. As Deej brought the car to a stop, he saw her peek through her hands as though she was hiding behind her hands. When she saw it was Deej's car, her tear-streaked face momentarily brightened and she immediately stood, then meekly approached the car, an arm across her breasts, the other hand covering her triangle bush.

Deej rolled his window down slightly, then waited for Carole to speak. Her words came out stutteringly, "P-p-please, D-deej, c-can I get in, i-in the c-c-car?" Gaining control briefly, she added, "I'm sorry, Deej. I won't do it again." The stuttering returned for a few words as she fought to speak clearly, "I-I-I, I'll do anything you say from now on. I promise! P-please, Deej. I love you!"

Deej rolled the window down a little more and prodded, "You're not just saying that because I left you here, are you?"

Carole shook her head emphatically, "No, no, honey. It's not that. It scared me, but I'm more afraid of losing you than what you said you were going to do." Sensing Deej was softening, she pleaded, "Please, Deej, please, don't break up with me. I promise I won't stop you from doing things again." Evidently not certain that was the answer Deej was wanting, she added, "I swear I'll do anything you want. Just don't break up with me." The thought of him ending their short relationship brought more tears to her eyes. "Please, honey," she sniffed.

The power she was giving him made Deej's head whirl. Just the thought that a girl so pretty would swear to do anything he wanted was so unbelievable! She had never lied to him that he knew of, nor had she ever misrepresented anything, so he knew she meant what she said. But Deej wanted to use the new power she had granted and tested her, "Anything? You'll do anything I tell you to do, Carole? You really mean it?"

Seeing he was ready to accept her promise, Carole nodded her head briskly, then repeated the words as she mentally crossed her fingers that Deej would believe her. "I promise I'll do anything you want, Deej. I really mean that. I'll do whatever you say." She dropped her hands to her side and stood facing him, hoping the sight of her nakedness would be the final persuasion.

Deej pressed to verify his test, "Okay, then. If I tell you to let a nigger fuck you, then you'll do it?"

His question shocked Carole. She hadn't imagined that this boy she loved so dearly would want her to do such a thing. And with a nigger! As she hesitated, her mind battling her heart, she saw in Deej's eyes a 'I thought so' look and quickly blurted out her answer while she hoped it was just a theoretical question. "Yes, Deej, I would do that if you wanted. I swear I would."

Deej knew that Carole was most likely thinking his question was just a test of her promise, so he decided to let her know it was a test that she would have to perform to prove her words. "Well, then," he began, "we'll see. We're going to pick up a nigger and you're going to do everything I tell you to do with him. And I do mean EVERYthing."

Carole's heart sunk as she heard his words, finally realizing she would have to make good her promise in order to keep the only boy she had ever loved. Carole lowered her head and spoke softly, contritely, "Okay, honey. If that's what you want." The chastened girl still held out hope that Deej was only testing her and wouldn't make her do as he said.

The soft words caused Deej's dick to twitch and harden again with the realization that he could make her do the very thing that she despised and feared the most. The surge of power in his chest was more satisfying than the stirring in his loins, and he was eager to use his new power, his complete possession of the lovely blonde. Deej rolled the window down all the way and reached out to take a nipple between a thumb and finger, pinching it cruelly, as he invited, "Okay, then, you can get in the car."

The pretty face immediately brightened and a smile replaced the tearful pout on her lips, her eyelids raising in her cute little-girl way, as she bounced around the front of the car. Deej couldn't help but think how she reminded him of a little puppy that had been petted after being punished, thinking to himself, "If she had a tail, it would be wagging." He leaned across the seat and unlocked the car door just as Carole pulled on the handle.

Carole happily dropped into the seat and slid over against Deej, her naked thigh pressed against his leg, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed his face all over gratefully. She couldn't contain her joy that she had been forgiven as she repeated over and over, "Oh, thank you, honey, thank you. I love you so much!"

Deej's hard was straining against his pants, so he exercised his new power. "Take my dick out and suck on it, sweet lips."

Carole didn't hesitate as she quickly undid the top button and unzipped his jeans. Parting the open fly, she pulled his throbbing hard from it's resting place against his leg and immediately dropped her mouth to the moist head, running her tongue around the tip before taking him in her small mouth, then sucking noisily as she moved her head up and down, her hand rubbing his belly and fingering his pubic hairs as she sucked.

Deej was delighted by her eager compliance at doing something he had to beg her for previously. That new-found delight made him feel as good as the sensation of her warm mouth on his slippery cock. Deej started the car and pulled on out of the alley, his legs spread as Carole continued to suck on his erection. He headed back to where the men were standing outside the bar and, when he was about a half block from the noisy bunch, stopped the car. "Okay, you can stop sucking now, baby." Deej wanted to save his load for later, more intent on carrying out his plans than shooting cum down the pretty throat.

Carole raised up and looked ahead through the windshield. Seeing the black men standing on the sidewalk, her heart sunk with the realization that Deej had indeed meant what he had said. Seeing that she was looking in the direction of the men, Deej instructed, "We're going to pick up one of those guys there." He pointed at the group even though he could see she was looking straight at them with apprehension on her face. Deej revised his statement, "At least, YOU are going to pick up one of them. I'll even let you pick which one you want," he added magnanimously. Deej then explained how they would proceed, "I'll pull up just a little past where they're standing, you can be lying down across the seat, and then when I stop, I want you to lean out your window just enough so they can see you have no top on and then you motion for the one you want to come to the car." Deej paused, searching Carole's face to make sure she was following his directions, then continued, "When he comes up to the car, I want you to sit up straight with your arms to your side and your legs spread so he can see your body. I'll take it from there, but you have to do anything either he or I tell you to do." Wanting to make sure she understood his last statement, Deej inquired, "Do you understand that, baby? That you're to do ANYthing you're told to do?"

Carole looked down at her hands folded in her bare lap, then murmured, "Yes, Deej, I understand. I'll do it for you."

Deej patted her thigh, "That's my girl. But I want you to know that if you don't do every little thing you're told to do, no matter what it is, then I'm going to put you out of the car and all of them can do whatever they want to you." He was silent a few seconds, then asked, "Now, do you still want to go through with it?"

Carole answered his question first with a question, "Would you really do that, honey? I mean, would you put me out of the car? I thought you loved me."

Deej squeezed her shoulder, "I do love you, baby, but, remember, you did promise you'd do anything I wanted from now on. And if you can't keep a promise, then I'll have to find another girlfriend. Promises are made to keep, you know."

His words obviously made an impact, as she looked up from her folded hands at him, a cute little smile on her face. "You do love me, Deej?" As Deej nodded, her smile grew, then she assured him, "I'll keep my promise, honey, you'll see."

Deej bent and kissed her lightly, then declared, "I know you will, baby. Now, let's see which one of those guys you want. Can you tell from here?"

Carole studied the group intently, straining to make out their features from where they sat about two hundred feet away. She shook her head, "No, I can't see what they look like from here."

"Okay, then, we'll do things a little differently. I'm going to drive around the block slowly and you look them over as we go by." Deej pulled the car back on the road and started slowly toward the men, the car only moving at the speed of a jogger. Even before they reached the group, several of them were looking at the car approaching so slowly, their curiosity aroused as many of them remembered seeing the same car go by earlier with a white guy in it. When they were just a few feet from them, one of the blacks saw there was now a pretty white girl studying them and grabbed one of his friends, who had his back to the car talking to another man leaning against the wall of the bar, and spun him around, saying something excitedly. At his words, all of the men turned and stared at the cute blonde girl as the car moved slowly, not more than six feet from them, appraising her with their eyes, whispering amongst themselves. Some laughing at remarks unheard by Deej and Carole as they drove past.

After they had passed the crowd of blacks, Deej asked, "Well, did you pick one, baby?"

Carole nodded, "I think the young one in the black shirt looked cleanest."

Deej mentally chuckled, "Leave it to Carole to think of cleanliness," he thought, then spoke, "Okay, then. Roll your window all the way down and slide over next to it. I'll go around the block and you can motion to the one you picked when I stop."

Carole pondered, "What if they don't know which one I mean? They're all standing together and they might all come."

Deej thought a moment, realizing she was right. "Well, in that case, call out to him. Just say hey, 'in the black shirt'. That should do it unless they're all wearing black shirts."

"No, I think he was the only one," Carole offered, then asked, revealing her reluctance to go through with their plan, "What will the rest of them think of me when I call out, Deej?"

In an exasperated tone, Deej shot back, "What difference does that make? They don't know you and you'll never see them again."

His words made sense to the not-too-bright girl, and she agreed, "Yeh, you're right, honey. They don't know me." As she spoke, Carole slid over in the seat and rolled down the window, just as Deej rounded the last corner, heading back toward the men now standing at the edge of the road once they saw the car come around the corner.

Although Carole had already picked out the black she wanted, Deej still drove in front of the crowd slowly, wanting to give them all a good look at the knock-out girl sitting tightly against the passengers' door. They wouldn't be able to see that she was completely nude, but from where they were standing, they would be able to possibly tell that she was at least naked from the waist up. As he passed the group, Deej saw that he was right from their sudden exclamations he heard through the open window. One of them yelled out "Oooweee!" Another voice boomed "Hey, baby!" Someone else shouted the obvious, "Man, look at that white chick!"

Deej enjoyed their reaction, but their crude remarks made Carole cringe more against the door, a frightened look on her face. Deej pulled up about two car lengths from the hooting and hollering bunch and, watching through the rear view mirror saw a couple of the men break from the rest and take a few steps toward the car, then stop, apparently not sure what the white couple was up to.

Deej pushed Carol's shoulder as he directed, "You better go ahead and call out to the one you picked before they all come over here."

Carole quickly realized Deej was right and, barely leaning her head out the window, called out, "Hey, mister. Mister in the black shirt." Deej had to smile at her use of the word 'mister', which few whites used when addressing a black in those days. He watched the group in the rear view mirror and saw that one of the two who had taken a couple of steps toward the car must have been the one Carole had decided on, as he was the only one Deej could see with a black shirt. Deej understood why Carole had picked that one out of the six or seven men on the sidewalk; he was a young black, maybe nineteen or twenty, and was dressed in a black silk shirt with gray dress pants, his shoes as shiny as his slicked down hair.

The young black evidently wasn't sure the white girl was speaking to him, as he pointed his thumb at his chest in a questioning gesture while mouthing the word, 'me?'. When Carole nodded, the youth walked hurriedly to the car, apparently excited at the chance to see and talk to the pretty white girl.

As the black stepped up to the car, Deej heard him exclaim, "G-o-d-d damn!" Then the young black's face appeared in the side window as he bent down to look face to face with Carole. His eyes bulged with their concentrated stare at the unbelievable figure just inches from him and he seemed to lose all vestiges of an intelligent conversation as he stuttered, "M-man, wh-what are you doing!" Regaining his senses somewhat, he praised Carole as she sat there just the way Deej had told her; arms at her sides, legs half open. "Girl, you sure are beautiful!"

Deej was surprised at the youth's proper language, having expected the typical black slang of the south, using sho' for sure', for one thing. Evidently, this was an educated black, and he had to mentally applaud Carole for her selection. He spoke to the youth still staring at Carole with his mouth open, appraising every inch of her supple body, "You like her, man?"

The black vigorously nodded his head even as he spoke, "Damn, yes, she is one fine woman!" Then he added to the compliment, "I ain't never seen a white woman naked before, but she sure is prettier than any black girl I've ever seen."

Kind of a left-handed compliment, Deej thought, but agreed with the youth, "Yeh, she is fine. And she wanted to meet you." Seeing the black's eyes light up with surprise, Deej asked him bluntly, "You want to fuck her, man?"

Again the eyes popped open in disbelief, the whites in sharp contrast to his deep brown skin, but he managed to stammer, "M-man, I sure do." Unable to believe such a pretty white girl would let him do the unspeakable, he queried, "Will she let me?"

Deej laughed, "Sure, she will. That's why she picked you out of all those guys. She wants you to fuck her." Deej reached out and pinched a tit lightly as he asked Carole to verify his words, "Isn't that right, Carole? You want him to fuck you, don't you?" When she didn't answer immediately, Deej pinched her tit a little harder, then repeated, "Don't you, baby? Tell him."

Carole quickly answered, mindful of Deej's earlier threat, "Yes, Deej."

The black was shaking his head, still in disbelief even after hearing the tiny girl speak, and Deej could see in the mirror that a couple of the other blacks that had been watching them intently were beginning to drift toward the car, so he invited, "Well, c'mon, then, and get in. I know where we can go and have some fun with her." The youth didn't need another invitation, hurriedly pulling open the car door and dropping in the seat as Carole slid over next to Deej. As he got in the car, he saw his friends from the bar walking to the car, one asking "everythin' cool, man?" The youth grinned and yelled back at the bunch, "everything is just fin-n-e, guys!"




The Lesson



Deej pulled away and headed back around the block so he could take them to the alley he had found. It seemed like a safe, private spot, and wasn't far away.

The youth spoke, "My name is Mac, what's your's?" As he asked, he stuck out his right hand for Deej to take.

Deej shook the black's hand, feeling the rough skin and strength of a manual labor in the handshake as he answered, "My name is Deej and this here is Carole."

Mac praised the girl whose thigh was now pressed against his, "Mm-mm, Carole, you sure are pretty. And you have a real hot body, too." He tentatively placed a hand on her leg just above the knee and felt her leg muscles tighten as she closed her legs slightly.

Deej noticed Carole's reflex action with her legs and curtly ordered, "Open your legs, Carole. Let Mac feel you." Deej pulled her left leg tightly against his as he spoke and saw Carole move her right leg against the boy sitting next to her.

Mac began to caress the soft skin of her thigh, appreciating the smoothness and commenting on her tan, "You have a nice tan, girl. I like the feel of your skin, too."

Deej saw that he would have to give Carole directions on how to behave with a man, so he pushed on her shoulder and suggested, "Give Mac a kiss, baby, to show your thanks for his compliment." Carole immediately did as Deej said, turning her face to the black face beside her and giving him a peck on the lips. Mac wanted a real kiss and, putting one large hand behind her head, pulled her face to his, then smothered her small mouth with his, his tongue forcing it's way deep into her mouth. While he frenched her, Mac moved his right hand to a tit and began to massage it roughly, pulling on the nipple and squeezing as much of the mound of flesh as he could fit in his large hand.

Mac continued to deep throat Carole's mouth and feel her body until Deej pulled into the alley. Hoarsely, he commented, "Yeh, this is a good place, man. I've done a few things in this same alley," and he laughed at some memory. As he spoke, his left hand continued to rub Carole's widespread crotch, while he stroked his pants where a conspicuous bulge had appeared.

Deej inquired, "Want to see her pose for us, Mac? Carole can put on quite a show. And when you see her standing and see every inch of that body, you'll know what a good fuck she's going to be."

The youth chuckled, "Man, that sounds hot. Sure, let's see what she has." He opened his door and held his hand out for Carole, helping her out of the car, feeling her firm butt as she stood.

Deej got out, leaving the headlights shining down the dark alley, and went around to the front of the car, ordering Carole as she approached, "You know what to do, baby. Stand out there a little ways and show us everything."

Carole wordlessly walked to a spot about ten feet in front of the car and began to pose for the two staring at her from behind the headlights. She raised her arms above her head and stretched, causing her breasts to rise and point skyward. She spread her legs as she stood with her arms held high, letting the lights illuminate the fine blond down on her lower belly. Carole knew what to do, Deej having taught her what he likeD to look at, and she went through all the poses she could think of; turning slowly while cupping her breasts in each hand; turning her back to them, bending far over and spreading her legs wide while holding the cheeks of her ass open, revealing her tight-looking rosebud asshole perched above symmetrical, dark folds of skin ringed with a blonde fringe. The two men stood silently, only Mac producing a sharp whistle as Carole had bent over and showed her privates, while Carole continued her show, having to perform some poses several times.

Deej decided it was time and walked up to Carole as she stood facing them, her eyes squinting against the bright lights. Without preamble, Deej ordered, "Squat down and suck me, baby," as he unzipped his pants and removed his near-hard. Carole did as she was told, quickly stooping down, her legs spread wide on each side of Deej's, her pussy open to the air, as she began to first lick his swelling head, then take it in her mouth, inch by agonizing inch. Deej moved his hips in sync with her sucking, his mind in a distant place so he wouldn't lose his load in her too soon.

Mac had stepped closer to watch the pretty face take Deej's cock, the sight heightening his arousal. He took his dick out and Deej couldn't help but look at the size of it. The dark, almost black, muscle with purple veins that looked like ropes, was at least an inch longer than Deej's seven inches, and appeared to be a good bit thicker. It was already hard from the show Carole had presented, and the sight of her sucking a dick was almost too much. As he gripped his dick tightly in one hand, Mac breathlessly remarked, "Damn! She looks like she knows how to suck, too." Deej only nodded as Carole's lips met his pubic hairs and began the journey back to the head of his dick. He stepped back slightly, letting his dick spring out of the hot mouth, her sucking bringing him almost to the point of creaming in her mouth.

Mac stepped forward before Carole could rise, "Here, want to suck mine?" he asked hopefully as he held it out to the kneeling girl.

Carole shook her head and started to get to her feet, but was stopped by Deej's sharp command, "Do it, Carole. Mac wants you to suck him, so you do it."

She realized she had made a mistake and settled onto her haunches as she looked up at the grinning face of the black youth, waiting for him to stick that big, black thing in her mouth, thinking only that she hoped it was clean. She didn't have to wait long, as Mac had quickly stepped between her legs and taking her head in one hand and his dick in the other, pushed the purplish meat against her half-open lips, forcing entry. The minute Carole's lips encircled his hard cock, Mac groaned, then grunted, "God! Unbelievable!" He started to hump his hips forward, the sensation of the girl's tongue and hot mouth almost unbearable. The feeling of her soft, flicking tongue coupled with the mere knowledge that a white girl, a beautiful white girl, was sucking his black dick, something he had never even dared dream, proved to be almost overwhelming. Mac quickly stepped back, quivering, "Whew! No man could take much of that!" Like Deej, the young black wanted to enjoy more of the submissive girl before he gave her his cum, wanting the night to last as long as possible. He bent over, his breath coming in gulps as he worked to control his sexual urge.

Deej slapped him on the back, acknowledging the youth's predicament. "That mouth is something, isn't it?" He laughed as he watched Mac recover enough to nod. "C'mon, lets have some real fun with her. That was only the beginning." Deej turned to the car, speaking to Carole over his shoulder, "Get in the back seat, hon. It's time for some fucking." He knew how much she disliked the word 'fuck', preferring to instead say 'make love', and that made Deej want to say it more. "I think Mac wants to fuck you with that big dick of his. Ain't that right, Mac?"

With a white-tooth grin, Mac enthusiastically agreed, "You got that right. I want some of that white pussy." He went around to the passenger side of the car and, bending the front seat back forward, climbed into the back seat just as Carole was entering from the other side. Not even giving her a chance to get settled in the seat, Mac pulled her legs around to the side and slid her naked body on the seat until her head rested on the arm rest, her small body easily fitting the width of the back seat. Mac undid the belt to his pants and pushed pants and undershorts down to below his hips, revealing a huge nut sack dangling from beneath his precum-dripping cock. In one sudden movement, he pulled Carole's legs apart and raised them slightly while he inched forward on his knees until his dick bumped against the white ass spread out before him. Mac let Carole's legs rest against his chest as he placed a hand in her crotch, feeling for the hidden opening with his fingers, then inserting one rough digit between the lips and into the tight, dry hole. Feeling the dryness, Mac observed, "Girl, you pretty dry down there. What's wrong with you? Not hot yet?" He began to work his finger in and out, letting his thumb manipulate the shrunken clit still covered by the upper lips of her pretty pussy, trying in vain to get her juices flowing.

After a couple of minutes of futility, Mac gave up, exclaiming, "Shit, I'll just have to force it in then!" He moved his hand to his dick and guided to the waiting hole, then worked it up and down the slit, letting his precum moisten the dry slit. Impatient, Mac released his dick and began to push forward against the tight hole with his unbending cock, gradually spreading the hole to accommodate the thickness of the veined dick. "Damn," he grunted, "she's tight."

Deej acknowledged the black's observation as he stood in the open driver's door with the front seat back pushed against the steering wheel, "yeh, she is. That's near-virgin pussy. But don't worry about it. That pussy will stretch. Ram it to her, man." As he finished the last sentence, Deej got in the back, pulling the door closed as he put one leg on the seat beside Carole's shoulder, sliding her body slightly to the front, then sat on her tits, mashing the full globes to her chest. He reached behind him with both arms and grasped Carole's knees, pulling them under his arms, where he held them between his arms and chest while he slipped his dick into her mouth.

When Deej pulled Carole's legs forward, it caused her ass to rise off the seat, giving the frustrated black youth a straight shot at her open pussy, and Mac took full advantage of the new angle, heeding Deej's advice completely, as he rammed his dick home, shoving it all the way in until he felt his pelvic bone mash against the helpless girls' pelvis. The sudden stretching of her cunt hole brought a muffled grunt of pain from Carole, silenced when Deej rammed his dick into her mouth to the hilt, the tip pushing past her tonsils. The brutal plundering of the two dicks caused tears to seep between Carole's closed eyelids and, even if she wanted to resist, she couldn't with Deej's legs pinning her arms and her legs locked with his arms. His lunge into her throat had raised her ass even further off the car seat, causing Mac's dick to punch upwards against the front of her belly, the steel-hard meat pushing against a part of her insides she had never felt before. The black's dick seemed to be filling her more than she though possible, his humping movements pushing against all of her internal organs, making Carole feel as though his dick would join Deej's in her throat.

Mac grunted, "Ahh, this pussy is finally getting wet. Damn, it feels so hot!"

Deej spoke over his shoulder, "That proves she likes it, Mac. See? She loves your dick." To prove it, Deej pulled his dick out of Carole's mouth and asked, "Don't you, babe? You love his dick, don't you?" When she didn't reply, Deej prompted, "I said, you love his dick, don't you?"

Carole knew what she had to say and repeated his words, "Yes, yes, I love his dick."

Deej was really getting pleasure out of her submissions, "Tell Mac to fuck you hard, Carole. Tell him."

Resignedly, Carole did as told, "Fuck me, Mac. Fuck me hard." At Deej's urging to keep repeating it, Carole said it several times before Deej stuck his dick back in her mouth, providing relief from her humiliation, but not from the punishing dicks.

Her words aroused Mac even more, even if they had been put in her mouth by Deej and he began to fuck her harder, sliding his dick almost completely out of her clinging pussy before slamming it back in as hard as he could, rapturing in the feeling of punishing the little white whore, the bitch, excising all the bitterness he had been raised with against the whites by cruelly fucking the open body beneath him. His thoughts became spoken as he fucked the abused pussy harder, "You fucking whore, you slut, damn white bitch, I'm going to fill you with my black cum." Hearing his own words go unchallenged excited him even further, and in a few brutal lunges he shuddered and stiffened as he held his dick inside the hot receptacle as deeply as he could shove it, holding the white ass in both hands, rotating the cheeks briskly as he shot all the built-up contents of his nuts into the completely defenseless white body.

Deej was aware of the black's climax, and the thought of the black shooting his cum inside of Carole made him almost shoot his in her mouth until he quickly grabbed his dick at the base and squeezed tightly, pulling it out of her drooling mouth while mentally fighting the urge to spray her mouth with his hot jism. Deej still wasn't prepared to give Carole his cum because he had further humiliation in store for her and he knew that once he shot off, it would take him awhile to regain both his arousal and hard. He didn't know why, but he had always found it hard to recover. Finally gaining control, Deej let go of Carole's legs and rose off of her chest, then rested his ass against the seat back leaning against the steering wheel.

Mac had leaned back on his legs, his chest still heaving from the exertion, his eyes appearing glazed over, his dick deflating between his legs. "Man, that was good. She's so tight, but that's good pussy! I'd love to fuck her all night long."

Deej agreed, "Yeh, she's got good pussy. Every hole she has is good. And in a few minutes, I'm going to give it to her in that third hole."

Mac's eye brows shot up, "You mean, she'll take it in the ass?"

His question was answered with a shrug, "Sure, she'll take it wherever and however a man wants. Not only that, but she'll do anything I tell her to do." He leaned forward and flicked one of Carole's nipples with his finger, "Won't you, Carole?"

Carole nodded, but said nothing, which only served to push Deej into proving his words in another way. "I'll show you. Finger yourself, Carole. Stick your fingers in your wet pussy."

Her legs were bent upwards with her feet now resting on the seat in front of Mac, so Carole merely reached down and started to stroke her crotch, keeping her legs almost closed.

Her partial obedience slightly angered Deej, "I said to stick your fingers IN your pussy, Carole, not on the outside. Now stick them in. Way in," he emphasized, then added, "and spread your legs wide so we can watch."

Sensing his mild anger, Carole did as she was told, a resigned look on her face. She spread her legs as wide as she could, giving Mac at her feet an uncluttered view of her cunt, then slid one finger into the dripping mess between her lips.

Pleased that she was now doing as he wanted, Deej instructed her, "Now, stick two fingers in that dripping pussy. I want you to get Mac's cum on your fingers. Understand?"

Again, Carole did as instructed, working her second and third fingers between the swollen lips and into her pussy as far as she could push them.

Satisfied that she was collecting Mac's cum on her fingers, Deej ordered, "Pull your fingers out. See if you have any cum on them."

Carole withdrew her fingers, coated with stringy, off-white, slightly pungent cum and held them for the two men to see.

Deej felt a new stirring in his loins, seeing another way to humiliate and degrade the obedient girl. "Um, hmm," he acknowledged the sight, "now, lick your fingers clean. Lick it like it was hot ice cream, like you love it." He grinned at Mac as he gave Carole the degrading orders.

Carole looked at her fingers in disgust, obviously not wanting to do as Deej ordered, but fearful of not doing it. She had never done such a repulsive thing before and couldn't believe he would want her to do it, but knew from his actions during the last hour that she had to do it. Carole slowly raised the sticky fingers to her lips, the musky smell assailing her nostrils, then resignedly inserted the fingers in her mouth. She immediately shuddered, her shoulders jerking, jiggling her breasts like two bowls of jello, as she often did when something displeased or disgusted her. The two men watched intently as Carole quickly recovered and obediently began to suck and lick her fingers, first a little tentative, then as Deej had instructed, as if she loved the taste of her juices mixed with the black's cum.

Mac shook his head, "Man, you sure got yourself some whore. Don't know of any woman who would do anything she was told. She is one hot bitch." As Carole continued to lick her fingers, Mac had begun to stroke his dick, aroused by both the sight of the white girl licking his cum off her fingers and the thought that she would do anything Deej would tell her to do. It began to grow in his hand, the foreskin creeping back over the liver-gray head, his thoughts turning to what he wanted to do with the willing girl still lying before him, noisily licking her fingers. "Mmm," he hoarsely murmured, "I want some more of that hot body."

Deej chuckled, knowing the effect Carole was having on the young black and feeling the same desires himself. "Well, go ahead, Mac. Get some more. I'm ready to give her some more of my dick, too."

Mac grunted, "I want to fuck her mouth this time. It sure felt good when she did it before. I'll give her a good load to taste this time, so she won't have to lick it off her fingers." Mac laughed in a booming voice at the thought.

Deej moved from his resting place against the front seat and put a hand under Carole's shoulder. "Sit up, baby, and get on your hands and knees." Carole started to get on her hands and knees with her ass facing Mac until Deej instructed, "no, no, Carole, turn the other way. Mac wants your mouth, and I'm going to give it to you in the ass. We'll fill all your holes with cum tonight."

Carole obediently did as Deej said, turning in the seat until her face was just inches from Mac's now-hard cock, docilely accepting she would have to let the black cum in her mouth, not thinking about Deej fucking her in her small asshole, the discomfort she would feel from that plundering of her body.

Deej got between Carole's bent legs, almost pushing her left leg off the seat, then guided his hard seven inches to her still-puffy pussy lips, where he ran the purplish tip up and down a few times, coating it with what was left of the cum dripping from Carole's abused pussy. He placed the coated head against her tiny, wrinkled hole and rotated it about, transferring some of the slippery cum to the brown hole. Satisfied that he could begin, Deej held Carole's hips as he began to push forward, feeling her body lean away from the invading rod of flesh, but preventing her escape by his tight hold on the soft hips. He felt the bulbous head slip past the ring of her sphincter muscle and stopped, waiting patiently for Mac to feed his good eight inches to Carole's mouth, seeing that the black was enjoying rubbing his dick all over the lovely face before slipping it in her mouth. The slight wait would make the tight sphincter muscle relax more as it became accustomed to the foreign object stretching the tight hole. 

Mac had one hand wrapped in Carole's hair and the other hand holding his huge cock as he delightfully rubbed it over her lips, cheeks, and even her closed eyelids, grinning as his precum left spider web-like trails across her pretty features. He was deriving as much pleasure from his erotic defacing of the beautiful white girl as much as the sensation of her soft skin against his tingling cock flesh.

Deej couldn't see what the black youth was doing from his position behind the upraised, plump white ass, but he pretty well knew what Mac was doing, the thought causing his dick to pulsate and his balls to tighten. "Tell her what you want her to do, Mac," Deej suggested, giving the black permission to command the obedient girl.




The Lesson



Lok. A barren, dusty planet in the Mid Rim covered with sulphur pools, lifeless rivers and volcanoes. Home to the Kimogilla lizard, supposed kin to Tatooine's Krayt dragons and to numerous other dangerous beings, smaller in size but no less deadly. The lone figured grinned as she stepped off the shuttle in Death's Company Stronghold. Bracing herself against dying sandstorm her gaze swept northwards. In the near distance, storm clouds gathered. Her smile broadened.

"Miss, you sure you going to be okay here?" she glanced back over her shoulder at the shuttle pilot. 

"A little sand never hurt anyone." She stepped from the platform to the waiting vehicle compound.

"Its not the sand that concerns me." The young man sighed, "people go out there and never return."

"It's the same everywhere," the woman shrugged as she adjusted her cloak.

"Not like this.."

A whisper of wind caressed her face with a familiar edge. She closed her eyes and reached with the force, smiling at the feelings she found there. She turned back to the pilot who shuffled nervously.

"You delivered the passenger and she left. You did not see where she went. Count to ten and return to your shuttle."

His eyes glazed momentarily, his jaw falling open. Checking through the vehicles, she found what she was looking for and eased her swoop from the garage. A quick examination told her it was in full working condition. As she eased away from the shuttle port, the small shuttle took off. Heading in the direction of the growing storm.

"I'm home." She whispered, before gunning the engine and roaring off.

The bunker looked old and derelict, half buried in sand. Her hand caressed the outside of the structure. Lightning flashed across the sky causing her to chuckle and shake her head softly.

"I am here my Lord."

The door slid silently open. A warmth wrapped itself around her, holding her. Invisible fingers caressed her face and horns. The door closed behind her, beeping once as the dim lights flickered to life in the tiny entrance way. Just on the edge of her hearing, she heard the storm die away. The service lift opened, its light a shade brighter than the entrance hall. It sank deeper into the building's depths.

The door opened to a hive of mechanical activity. Three sorts of droids went about their duties. Flashing lights indicated the way she should go, but the woman was following a different set of instructions. The lights veered off to an audience chamber, she continued on.

"Identify yourself!" the metallic drone from a security droid as it stepped in her path.

She pushed back her hood. A single braid of black hair from above her forehead to the nape of her neck. Orange markings on her face, brighter orange eyes and a crooked but sexy grin on her lips. A tall figure loomed behind the droid, capturing her full attention. She stepped forward. Whatever the droid had been about to do ended abruptly in sparks as the newcomers hand moved behind the droid. The same hand reached for the woman's and pulled her closer. Holding her against the wall of muscle that was his chest, his head dipped a little as she rose of tiptoes. Their lips met, then parted as their tongues caressed each other while they kissed.

"Hello my Darkness."

One of his hands held her head as they kissed, the other wrapped about her waist, pulling her closer. Her arms snaked about his neck, as she answered his kiss with her own.

"You have been away from me for quite some time." his voice velvet-soft in her mind.

Their kiss ended. She nodded.

"I am sorry my Lord." She whispered against his lips.

"Don't let it happen again Alanza." He growled, pulling her into another kiss that swallowed her reply. "I missed you terribly."

Alanza smiled at her lover as her fingers stroked his cheek tenderly. His arms and lips left her, but she could still feel his presence wrapped about her like a second-skin, the feel of his mouth on hers made her tingle.

"I've installed some more security droids ... seems too many uninvited people run around in here." He entered the room behind him, she remained one step away and to his left.

"Yes, I had noticed the droids." She smiled, her gaze sweeping the room.

A well-beaten cloak was on the floor of one of Orotho's four holding cells. Alanza's brows knotted. What had occurred in her absence.

"Oro, have you been torturing people while I've been away?" she pointed to the cloak.

"Not much, " he sighed in disappointment, "more wishful thinking I guess."

They stopped, he glanced at a small charging area thinking about something. She felt his unasked question.

"Would you like to test it?" the words escaped her lips.

Without waiting for his answer, she stepped into the holding area. He glanced at the small control device and the electrical barriers charged into place, trapping Alanza in a space a span wider than herself.

"I've got this fully working now." 

She felt his presence leave her, his warmth withdrawn. Her husband and lover placed his "Master" mask on, blanking his face and shutting her off from his emotions. There would be no warmth or sympathy now until this test had ended. She inhaled deeply to brace herself for what was to come and couldn't help but wonder if her question had been her own words, or a suggestion from the man she loved.

He held one hand towards the shimmering barrier. An act that Alanza mirrored. The barrier arced towards her palm, giving her small shocks and a burn. His expression remained blank. Glancing at the console, she saw a dial turning.

Electricity surged through her body, she screamed unprepared for it. Through the crackling she heard his whisper, clear as if stood behind her.

"Withstand it my love.."

she nodded and set her teeth.

"Use your anger," he whispered. "Focus your hate."

The dial clicked once more. She whimpered against the surging current, eyes watering. Her own face blank now, more in control of the pain.

"It is the time for a lesson in domination and manipulation.." his voice a little louder now, commanding her full attention. " All people have a weakness.. a soft spot."

She watched him as he started to prowl back and forth in front of the electrical cage. He reminded her of a predator in full control of its pray.. playing with it. Was this how he used to be with his former apprentices? She'd heard him say he'd thought nothing of beating them to near death to attend his lessons. He'd also said it pained him to hurt her, was this his way of "teaching" her without being the one to inflict the pain himself?

"If you find the weakness in a person, you can easily conquer them."

The dial clicked again. She staggered, gritting her teeth and steeling herself against the increased charge.

"Yes my master."

"Sometimes it will take weeks, months.. even years to find that weakness." He turned his full attention to her, his eyes glazed a little. "But when you find it.. attack it. Bring your target to its knees! An example," 

The device clicked again. She whimpered, tears forming in her eyes. Alanza reached to the force to help her focus.

"That Jedi. Heijiro." The name spat out, Orotho's face grimacing, "has a very apparent weakness."

"S.. Shen." Alanza nodded

"Indeed." He smiled coldly, "took me mere minutes to find that one."

He walked over to the console, his hand resting on the dial.

"So it is highly ironic that his apprentice is his one great weakness." Orotho dipped his gaze to the controls, " and my apprentice, you, are mine."

He twisted his hand, two clicks. She jerked, reaching into the force more for a steady anchor and a way to block the pain.

"Y...yes m.. master."

"So in this case, we would only need attack L'Shen, make Heijiro fear loosing her. And he would be weakened." A cold smile uncurled on his lips, "but there are other ways.."

"W.. wouldn't.. couldn't that same tactic work.. on you master?"

"Indeed protégé, hence the need of the pain you experience now."

She swallowed, teeth chattering a little. "H.. how s.. so?"

"I need to know if you can withstand a lot. If not anything." His hand stroked the console, "Or else I will keep you locked up in here with me, until you are as strong as I am."

Two more clicks. A low groan echoed about the chamber as the power surged into Alanza. Her fists clenched tighter and tighter, nails pressing into her palms. She began to tremble.

"Manipulation in the way to domination.. befriending your target is also a solution. Make them feel safe around you." A memory uncurled in Orotho's mind making him smile. "Then put them in a position where they would need your help."

Alanza's teeth pressed into her lip, sinking into the flesh and breaking the skin. A thin line of blood trickled down her chin. Eyes half closed, she fought against the pain.

Click.. click.. click.

She screamed dropping heavily to her knees. Chest heaving with the pain. Palms bleeding from eight little half-moon cuts where her nails dug in. Her own teeth marks lining her bottom lip.

"Yes!" Orotho hissed, "you are strong.."

She glared at him, eye blazing with every emotion in her body.

"Very good."

Click. Sparks bathe the room. The energy fields holding the cage secure flicker and dance as the electrical surges reach danger levels. Tears fall down her cheeks freely as her eyes roll in her skull. The darkness claims her.

Fingers stroking and caressing her head, running though her hair. Tendrils of love through the force chase away all lingering pain and wounds. 

"Not bad at all," the words whispered on her forehead as lips press little kisses on her skin.

With a whimper, Alanza's eyes slowly open. The warmth presence wraps itself around her once more as tightly as the arms that hold her to his chest. His lips seek hers once more, tracing her bite with his tongue before gently kissing her.

"It is over now my love." A smile, genuine warm and loving as his mouth claims hers for another kiss.

He helped her to her feet, holding her to him as her legs tremble.

"Let's make it easy this time.." 

A glance at the control panel and the fields spring back into place, his arms around her body holding her close to him. Orotho closed his eyes and breaths deeply. The dial begins to click quickly back to its maximum setting. Once more bathed in light, electricity surging round the room. But within Orotho's arms, there is no pain.

"You are strong master." She whispered against his jaw, pressing a little kiss there.

CLICK! The power surges lash out. One by one the droids' circuits fry and pop, the lights brighten ten fold. His mouth widens into a broad smile.

"My anger towards Jedi and my passion for you make me withstand everything."

Rising onto her toes, her arms sliding around his neck, she grins. Her tongue licks his bottom lip before her teeth nip lightly at it. His eyes shoot open. Webs of lightning spark and crackle through their depths.

"Enough," he growls and the console shuts off.

"I love you Orotho." Alanza sinks down until her feet rest fully on the floor.

"And I you," he growled pulling her hard against him, one hand on her buttocks the other on her head.

His mouth claimed hers. Sucking, licking and nibbling at her lips and tongue in a heated kiss that stole her breath and made her shake with passion.

"Lesson ends," his hand caressing and stroking as he kissed her neck. "You're mine!"



The Lesson



Part one. ( The train)

God! But she was beautiful in those days. Not that Jenni is any less beautiful now, but she was unbelievably stunning back then. Since though, time and the bearing and rearing of children have taken their toll. Jenni still is a very good looking woman, a little thicker than she would like, but all in all, very pretty for a fifty something year old woman. Her beauty goes further than the depth of her skin. Jenni is one of those people who is just naturally lovely, without a mean bone in her and very few times has an unkind thought for anyone. Her integrity is beyond question, her faithfulness is unusual in the singular way it rules her life. It makes her popular and sought after as a friend.

Back in those days of our early marriage, when we didn't have the encumbrance of children or a mortgage or money worries, we just enjoyed ourselves, discovering each other and growing up. Halcyon days they were indeed and in truth, somewhat missed now.

Back in those days, Jenni's figure was 34" 22" 36". Her hair was, and still is, dark blonde. Her skin was flawless and glowed with vigour. Dark blonde lashes and a ready smile framed blue eyes that seemed to see beyond the norm. She was slender with medium sized breasts high on her chest. One has always been slightly larger and higher than the other. It is her deformity, as she laughingly puts it. She has and had what are called child bearing hips. She proved that to be wrong, never able to carry to full term. It proved fatal to our child on one occasion, but the other two have survived to be parents themselves. Jenni's hips were a feature of her figure and, given the overall package, in no way detrimental to the vision she was then, but they might be considered out of proportion, Jenni is only five feet tall. Although her hips are a feature, it is her smile that I find so devastating; being self conscious, she rarely laughs out loud, but her smile can carry so many meanings, but there is one special smile that melts my heart. It carries a promise of delights, of knowing exactly what it is that I want, knowing that she can provide exactly that.

It took me some time, years perhaps, to learn how, but I have and still do, love that woman more than words could ever justify. In those days, we were just getting to know one another and fancied each others bodies to distraction, and why not? Screwing like the proverbial rabbits and discovering our bodies and what they were capable of.

We didn't have the encumbrance of children as I said earlier, neither did we have a car or very much money, but it was enough. Our weekends were spent going out, anywhere that took our fancy. Just pack some food in a rucksack, buy a couple of train tickets and disappear for the weekend.

This particular weekend was just one of those times when we left the rigours of work behind and explored the freedom of the country. I still have some old instamatic photos of our trip to Dorking in Surrey, my birth place. Occasionally, I look at the old and curled pictures and remember the day. One of the pictures is of her crossing a style into a cow field. The River Mole in the background. She was laughing her head off because she couldn't work out how to get her leg over. It is a great shot. She had a red and black collared top on that was closely fitted and accentuated her wonderful form. Her dark blue corduroy shorts showed her fantastic legs off to the full, but the smile radiates from the acetate and glows. It is a treasured photo.

We laughed all through the day. She got scared by the size of the Friesian cows that looked disinterestedly in our direction while we crossed their field. We made love on the bank of the river and as usual, it was over before it began. I suffered badly with premature ejaculation. It was a real problem then and very frustrating, fortunately, and filled with the clamour of youth, I was able to reload and the second time was far more gratifying, but hardly rocked her boat. Jenni admitted years later that she often wondered if that was all sex was about and wondered why she had been so scared as a girl.

We were still laughing on the train home, sitting in a musty carriage that smelled of British Rail's very own brand of staleness. It was one of those carriages that were connected with a side corridor and had separate booths along the length with blinds on the window. It is a shame that modernisation has caught up with us, those carriages had real potential, the new open plan things are no fun at all.

I remember the conversation. I don't have a naturally retentive mind, but some things stick out through association. We laid a stupid bet, one that neither of us had any real intention of wanting to win or even try out, but as an argument will escalate to spiral out of control, so this bet gathered pace and fed on its own velocity. I bet Jenni that I could get the phone number of a complete stranger of the opposite sex before she could. It had to be a member of the opposite sex and a five pound wager was placed between us. Five pounds was half of my weekly wage in those days.

The train stopped at East Croydon which was a terminus then. Long seconds turned into even longer minutes and it looked as if we were to sit on the train for some time. The bet was set during that wait and opportunity being the mother of invention, was immediately taken up by both of us.

I admit to leering at the young girls who patiently waited for our train to pull out so they could catch a later one. I leered, cajoled and tried my best to attract any girl to become even remotely interested in me. My failure was spectacular especially when two girls openly pointed at me and laughed derisively. I even resorted to whistling at some ugly girl, desperate to win the bet. Her scorn was palpable and hit me hard. A man's ego is a fragile thing and so easily dented or even mortally wounded. I was wounded by the failure and gave up on the venture.

Jenni on the other hand, not only had a guy's phone number, but was entertaining another guy in the carriage. She told me later that all she did was flash her eyes at him and that was all she needed. My deflated ego had a hard time digesting that.

I really don't remember him too much. Probably, he was covered in spots with badly fitting clothes and halitosis. See, even now I am jealous.

They were deep in conversation, facing each other on opposite bench seating. She was leaning back with her arms crossed over her breasts; he was leaning forward and sat on the edge of the musty seat. If I knew then what I know of body language, I would have recognised her withdrawal from him, while he was exuding his willingness to get to know her rather more closely.

I slid the door open and in the split second it takes to assess the scene, smiled at her. Jenni smiled back and flashed her eyes in triumph. She had won the bet in spades and knew it, but wanted this guy gone.

I sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. He got the message when she leaned into me and kissed my mouth. With no further word, he left us to the relative peace of the carriage and its eddying dust motes that swirled in the shafts of sunlight coming through the brown stained windows.

Unforgivably, I challenged her to double or nothing. I mean; how stupid can a bloke be? The answer is right here on the other side of the keypad of my laptop. Here it stupidity in all its glory.

The result was a forgone conclusion and I had no chance at all. By the way reader, I should say that I am not ugly by any means. That isn't a boast on my part, please believe that. I was a reasonably good looking guy, slender and clear skinned with good hair. But, I may as well have been Quasimodo. In fact, he might have even scored before me.

So, I returned to the carriage, once again deflated in the ego department and found that once again, Jenni had scored and was entertaining another young guy. Instead of sliding the door open, I watched her at work on the poor sap. He was obviously smitten by her loveliness and it was obvious that he was having trouble keeping his hands off of her. For her part, she seemed to be rather more interested. She leaned forward towards him and her hands were animated as she spoke. He was also leaning forward with his hands clasped together, a scant inch from her bare knees that she held together. His eyes were almost a big as saucers as he took her face and body in. 

I really cannot remember what he looked like except that he wore faded jeans and a jacket over a chequered, open necked shirt. I do remember the shoes though, because I have always wanted a pair of tan coloured suede dessert boots.

She looked over to me and smiled a conspiratal wink and I signalled that I would stay right where I was, observing the scene as it unfolded before me. 

They continued to talk, their voices muffled by the grimy glass of the partition. Both of them expressing their points in pronounced flurries of expansive hand gestures that punctuated speech. Then he got up quite suddenly and sat next to Jenni and smiled her assent to his closeness. She turned to face him and glanced at me over his shoulder momentarily, then concentrated on his face. I watched as she folded one leg under her and stretched the other in a languid fluidity of motion. It was an open invitation, albeit subconscious, but an invitation none the less and he read it as such. His hand lightly dropped onto her knee and stayed there.

The train lurched into motion with much creaking and the sound of shunting buffers. It picked up speed and left the station platform behind. I hardly noticed; my attention was totally enthralled at my wife and this guy whose hand was travelling ever so slowly up the outside of her thigh.

I could see her lips were parted and moist. They had become coloured slightly as they always did when she got excited. It acted like a beacon to me in our sex life, knowing that she signalled her readiness to couple in this way as well as other obvious signs.

They were still talking, although I couldn't hear what was being said, but her smile and the way she studied his eyes told me that his advance was not entirely unwelcome. His hand had continued to traverse over her thigh and was now resting on her waist. Then Jenni surprised me. Her animated hands suddenly grasped his face and drew him forward into a kiss that must have done similar things to his nervous system as it was doing to mine.

Her breast was cupped in his large hand and she leaned back against the wall of the carriage, unfolding the leg she was sitting on so that it passed behind him along the seat. He was between her parted knees, massaging her breast through the stripey top and bra underneath. Involuntarily, her hips thrust forward in readiness to mate. He knelt up on the seat and lay against her, blocking my view a little with his jacketed torso.

They continued the embrace, kissing with a passion that was quickly becoming out of control. He had pulled the bottom of her top from out of her shorts and he had managed to grasp her breast under the fabric. It was perhaps the hottest scene I had ever witnessed, made all the more exciting by the knowledge of how she felt in my hands and knowing that her nipples were extremely sensitive to touch. It also added to my increasing arousal, not being able to see exactly what he was doing.

Jenni broke the kiss and gently pushed him back. She said something to him and started to come towards the sliding door. I stepped back out of sight so that he wouldn't see me as he followed her progress with hunger in his eyes.

Once out of the carriage, she slid the door shut and came to me. Her arousal was plainly obvious in the bruised colouring of her lips and her heat as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

She breathed into my mouth, asking me if I like what I had watched and if I wanted her to stop and not go back into the carriage.

I told her just how hot she and the guy looked, how sexy I found her and watching as she was getting it on with this stranger, but I warned her to be careful, we didn't know the guy.

Jenni reassured me that she had it under control and then dropped a complete bombshell, would I like her to take him home and fuck him properly with me watching. God only knows where she got that idea from, but it took me less than the space of a blink to whisper in her ear, God, yes.

She had told him she was going to the toilet and should get back quickly, but that she loved me, that she was having the day of her life and wanted this more than anything.

With that, she slid the door open and returned to the carriage and his waiting and eager arms.

I let them settle back into an embrace before resuming my voyeuristic vigil. The train pulled into Norwood Junction and halted briefly for alighting and departing passengers. Then, the journey to Forest Hill continued and their love making or at least, the overtures to it began again.

He had her top pulled up, exposing her bra covered breast. It was so sexy, seeing his hands kneading her flesh while sunlight glinted through the window and played over her alabaster coloured skin and flashed on the whiteness of the lacy fabric.

Deftly, he unclasped her brassiere with one hand and freed her tits from confinement, only to be confined by his hand on one and his mouth on the other. I knew that it would drive Jenni wild and saw the effect his ministrations were having as she arched her back and gasped.

I was aware of another person beside me and looked as my viewing had been joined by another guy. He acknowledged me with a wink and then craned his neck to get a better view. I guess my position at the window didn't help and in a comical way crawled across to the other side so his view would be uninterrupted.

My gaze returned back to find that He was standing in front of Jenni. She was slowly unzipping his trousers while looking up into his eyes, her head tilted back and her dark blonde hair cascaded down her back in careless profusion of curls.

Her hand quested inside the aperture and brought forth his cock. Her eyes widened at the size of his uncut and engorged cock, just as mine did. He was enormous in comparison to me and a moment of concern crossed my mind. He was likely to hurt her with such a huge weapon.

Slowly, Jenni's hand encircled his rigid member and her lips parted in a wicked smile as she licked the end and passed her tongue over her lips. I knew she was doing this as much for the show as for her own pleasure and blessed her for the effort she was putting in.

She pulled back his foreskin and gradually, the distance between his twitching cock and her mouth closed. It was like watching a docking of space capsules in slow motion. Her mouth opened and his exposed head passed into the warmth of her moist mouth. I watched fascinated as inch by inch, she took him into her throat until she must have enveloped five inches or so. Worryingly, there was still another three or four that was wrapped in her fist.

Her head began to bob, her cheeks puffing as his length slipped backwards and forwards in an increasing pace. She kept it up for a while, alternatively sucking and licking him, running her tongue around the ridged end. He was having difficulty in standing, the motion of the swaying carriage and her mouth conspiring to upset his balance. Jenni pulled him from her mouth and adjusted her position in front of him, then smiled up at him while she allowed his re-entry into her waiting haven. Only this time, she took her hand off of his cock and grasped his buttocks, controlling his movement and helping him to stay steady. In an amazing act, she plunged her head forward and took his whole length into her throat.

The guy standing opposite me groaned and sprayed his semen over the floor in an unabashed hand job. He grinned sheepishly at me and said this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. I nodded my agreement, a little shocked at his casual attitude to masturbation, and returned to the unfolding act.

He was buried deeply into her, rocking his hips and fucking her throat. I could see the progress of his cock as her neck expanded and contracted with the motion. Jenni had sucked me on a few occasions, but it didn't look anything like this and I wished I could measure up to his length.

He grabbed her head and gently pulled his cock from her mouth, it was obvious that he was in danger of flooding her with his seed. Jenni had other ideas though and grasped his purple ended dick and swallowed it in a furious motion of fucking him into her throat. She had every intention of taking him all the way and savouring his come.

He threw his head back, his eyes clenched tightly and a rictus like grimace pulled the corners of his mouth tight. Then he came and shouted something as the first wave of his ecstasy exploded from him closely followed by shudders of ejaculation as he filled her mouth. Jenni withdrew him, licked the last drops from his glistening gland and then opened her mouth wide to show him his seed as it played across her tongue. He said something I couldn't make out, but his reaction as she swallowed the whole amount was unmistakable, it didn't need a lip reader to see him say "Oh fuck me."

The other guy who had joined me in our voyeurism shook his head in awe and said what a lucky guy her partner was. My reply foxed him for a moment when I said that indeed, I truly was a lucky man.

Forest Hill came up shortly afterwards, just enough time for them to adjust her clothing and for him to calm down. I realised I had the tickets and needed to get one to Jenni, luckily, the platform was on her side of the carriage. I managed to drop her ticket as I wordlessly passed between them and stepped onto the platform.

She was going to take him home and I needed to get there first.

Fortunately for me, a bus was just leaving the bus stop; I ran full tilt and jumped onto the platform. It would give me a head start and allow me to prepare.

The lesson

Part two (The bedroom)

I managed the trip to our house with no events. Shutting the door with a slam, I raced around the house, desperately thinking of where I should be when they came in. I was still trying to work something out when her key opened the door and their laughter drifted up the stairs.

I risked a peek over the banister and watched as they ripped clothes off of each other. Jenni had her leg hooked around his waist and her mouth planted on his. Gasps and grunts punctuated their frantic efforts to kiss, screw and divest their clothing, all at the same time. He lost balance and fell to the carpeted stair with her on top of him. She giggled as he pulled her top over her head and off of her raised arms. His shirt parted from her pulling at it and dropped to the floor to join her bra and discarded top. He managed to stand again and undid the button of her shorts. They too dropped to join the detritus of shed layers. He was about to yank her panties down, but she stopped him saying breathlessly, upstairs. She raced up as he followed closely behind.

Silently, I backed into the spare bedroom, but left the door open enough to be able to see their progress along the passage that led towards the two rooms. His hand had grasped her ass and she was giggling hysterically, almost running along the passage, her breasts jiggling deliciously. I had a moment of panic, thinking that she might chose the wrong room, but was instantly relieved as she headed into the bedroom. The door stayed open.

We had a large mirror opposite the bed, that topped and huge old chest of drawers. I had angled it so that I would have an uninterrupted view of their play. Not wanting to miss a single thing, as soon as the springs groaned with their weight, I took up a position in the doorway, protected by the opened door and watched as the last of his clothing sailed into a corner, leaving him with only a pair of pants on.




The Lesson



They embraced, with Jenni on her back and he lying on his side with her head supported on his arm. He was tracing the veins that always showed under the alabaster coloured skin of her breast. The frenetic pace had calmed now that they were horizontal and almost naked. He kissed her, murmuring into her parted lips, professing his desire for her body. Jenni in turn, Mmmed and ran her hands through his hair and down his back, pulling him against her lithe body.

He raised and cupped his head while his free hand travelled in achingly slow swirls, ever towards the prized of her sex. A thumb hooked the elasticated band of her panties and eased them over her thighs, working alternate sides, gradually exposing her blond haired mons. Her hips raised and the panties also became airborne as they sailed across the room like a discarded sweet wrapper.

He was taking his time now, savouring each moment and movement as it developed. It was a form of foreplay that had not occurred to me and the effect it had on my wife was duly noted and logged.

He kissed the nearest nipple to him, gripping the hardening nub between his teeth and pulling and drawing it upwards. It looked painful, but obviously wasn't, instead, she squealed and gasped as he suddenly released the trapped nerve ending and flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub. It was the only contact he had with her body, just his tongue and mouth. His hands were either supporting his head, or lying impassively along his length. I had to admit, her choice was good to look at, even though he was a man.

He nuzzled her neck, one of Jenni's erogenous zones and always bound to produce a result. She responded as I thought she would, grasping his head and shoulders in what looked like a desperate attempt to hurry him along. He had his own agenda and was not to be hurried now that he had her under his control.

He kissed her throat and planted small kisses between her breasts, then slightly lower, pausing at her navel and spreading a slick of saliva on her skin and a trail of goose bumps. She shivered and writhed as his tongue and lips traversed her skin, always heading towards her sex, but in his own time. Even I was getting a little impatient with his performance, until, in a sudden surge of sinuous movement, he swung a leg over hers, parting her knees and planting his mouth against her silken mons.

She groaned as his tongue flicked out, parting her lips and seeking her desirable centre. He then began sucking and licking her clit and labia, bringing her to a brink and then halting in a sensual tease, just keeping her shy of release. I watched and learned every nuance of his technique and marvelled at the way he played her nerves and body as a virtuoso might a grand piano.

His fingers joined his mouth, prising open her lips and gently pushing into her, looking for that magical "G" spot. He knew just where and how to manipulate and caress her, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, but just far enough away for it not to spill over. She had been to the threshold several times and each withdrawal raised the need and desperation until she cried out for release.

The combination of tongue, teeth and finger tips combined to drive her almost delirious with want until he relented and took her to the brink and then beyond. In amazement, I watched as a stream of come sprayed from Jenni while she screamed, raised her shoulders and shuddered. Unable to take any more, she pushed him away in a defensive action, but already too late. I had never got her to this point, but could hardly be surprised. I was watching a master at work and the results of his practiced art splashed against his face and soaked into the quilt.

Jenni was coming down in receding shudders and quivers of uncontrolled nervous energy. Over the initial amalgamation of overly stimulated nerves, she collapsed back to laying flat. She had the back of her hand clenched between her teeth and her breath rasped in a ragged staccato between her lips whiles her legs spasmed in uncontrolled twitches. She was obviously experiencing a total climax, a shattering of her normal aplomb and equilibrium. The invasion of her body had driven her to a point of incapacitation that, to the observer, looked like the effects of an electric shock.

He allowed her to calm. Laying beside her and gently massaging her stomach and ribs as if helping her breath. Jenni was gasping, but managed to say in a gruff voice that it had been fantastic. She clasped his neck, locking her fingers together and drew him to her lips. She kissed him and took the occasional gasp from the side of her mouth. In a much less frenetic pace, his hands took her breast and teased her nipples to erection. Once again, her breathing became rapid and she squirmed under his ministrations. His mouth left hers and suckled on her engorged nubs.

As if in slow motion, her parted her knees with his knee and slid between her opened legs. Carefully and deliberately slowly, he positioned his cock at her entrance and agonisingly slowly, pushed the head past her outer muscles to rest just inside her. In the ultimate tease to Jenni and the voyeur, he ceased the push and just stayed inside while he kissed her tits and kneaded her flesh, finding erogenous zones at her arm pits and the inside of her elbows. She hardly moved, looking transfixed like a rabbit in the head lamps of an onrushing car.

He was playing her again, plucking at the taut strings of her nerves and raising her already heightened condition. He maintained the position and manipulations, bringing her to a crescendo and teasing her with the promise of fulfilment. He kept it up until, the waiting and desire overcame her and she cried out in readiness. He waited until her cries became desperate, then, when he judged her to be ready, plunged his rigid shaft into her in one fluid motion that made her scream in pleasure and release from the waiting. Her knees instinctively rose up and she gripped him with her ankles crossed behind him and with her own lower body strength, pulled him even further into her body.

He set a rhythm that was uncompromising and insistent, but unhurried. His cock drove into her in long strokes. His mouth found her neck, one of the most productive erogenous places, with the added stimulation, Jenni took over the pace and forced him even deeper into her by raising her hips and rotating her them a little to accommodate his angle. Her free hand found her clit and massaged in time to their thrusting.

She wouldn't last too long I knew, not fully recovered from her last climax. Watching them fucking was a fantastic experience. I watched and learned his technique, how he played with her and kept her on the brink of orgasm. He looked impassioned, but knew he must be enjoying every second of this beautiful woman and her body.

Jenni was crying, tears slipping down her cheeks and sobs wracking her body. She was rapidly reaching another shattering climax. Her breathing rapid and her movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated and then it hit her like a tsunami, a tidal wave of emotion and nervous energy. Her come sprayed under pressure from between her and his pubic meeting point. Jenni screamed and her legs thrashed as it washed over her, soaking her tits and stomach. It sprayed in a fountain of liquid and acted as his signal. His pace increased and he adjusted slightly and buried himself to a depth he had not been before. In rapid and savage thrusts, his cock drove into her in repeated thrusts until he yelled himself and emptied his sacs of sperm into Jenni's womb. 

Statuesque, he remained motionless as spurt after spurt liberally coated her insides. Then he pulled himself upright and knelt at her face for Jenni to take him in her mouth and clean him of their combined juices.

He laid along side her as she twitched and jumped in small charges of nervous tics, holding her as if she might jump off the bed from her energy being expended.

Dumfounded by the action and Jenni's reaction to his ministrations and with a hardest cock I had ever had, I crept away from the doorway and noiselessly went downstairs to the front door and opened it. Then I slammed it shut and called up the stairs, as if just coming home, then went into the kitchen and rattled the kettle.

I heard his hurried escape, and saw his retreating back as he, comically, was trying to put on his Jeans and shirt while carrying his jacket and shoes. The door shut behind him quietly and Jenni came to the kitchen, her knees unsteady, her face and lips flushed. She collapsed into my arms and I carried her to the front room to lay her on the sofa.

She was soaked and the smell of sex and sweat exuded from her. We didn't make love at that time, she was far too exhausted, but, when we did the next day or whenever it was, my own performance was all the better for the master class. I had a much better understanding of how her body worked and so did Jenni. We had both learned from the experience and it was the start of our satisfying and beautiful sex life. Neither of us needed to use another in our play and fortunately for me, Jenni never wished to revisit sex with another man.

That was over thirty years ago, but the memory remains as vivid as if were still playing before my eyes. Remembering has been a wonderful reminder of how beautiful my wife is and both she and I will be going to our bed to remember the feelings of lust and love together. 



The Lesson



The boys are gone for the afternoon. You are lying on the bed with your phone on the pillow beside you. The speaker is on so your hands are free. The cool air in the room is a sharp contrast to the heat your body is feeling as my voice comes thru the speaker and fills the room. You are pleased that I called in sick today so I could talk to you. It is time for your lesson.

"Are you naked, Holly?"

"Oh yes, Alex. I am naked like you asked. It is cold in here but I don't really feel it."

"Take your hands and rub them across your breasts. I want you to take one breast in each hand so you can feel your nipples in your palms."

"I can barely feel them right now."

"Take your finger and rub small circles around each nipple until they get harder then honey."

"Ooooo. It kind of tickles when I do that, Alex. But they are getting harder."

'Just imagine that each finger is the tip of my tongue and I am tracing those circles on your tits, Holly. Touch your skin lightly with your fingers."

"Yes, baby, I am touching myself now .. It does feel good .. I wish it was your tongue, though."

"It will be soon honey. For now, you have to let your hands do to you what I would do to you."

'Okay, Alex, I will ..... my skin feels soft on my fingers."

"Are your nipples hard, baby?'

"God, yes. They are hard just thinking of you licking my tits."

"Now slowly and lightly slide your hands down across your stomach until you feel the hair between your legs. Just tickle your skin as your hands move."

"I want to but I'm nervous, Alex. It feels so wrong to touch myself like this."

"Holly, that is how I want to touch you now but I can't be there .. Please do it for me, okay honey? Touch yourself like I would touch you. Tickle those fine hairs for me .. lightly with love baby."

" It does feel good when I do this. God, I am so wet thinking of you doing this to me, my love."

"I want to make you feel good .. I want to make you feel loved Holly. Can you go on, honey? Are you okay?"

"I want to feel you please me, Alex. What should I do next?"

"Take one hand and spread your pussy lips apart. Lick the middle finger of your other hand and lightly run it up and down your exposed slit. Feel your wetness for me. Can you feel it Holly? Can you feel how wet you are for your Alex?"

"I am so wet, honey. It feels so wet and so warm when I touch myself. I want your fingers inside me now."

"Not yet Holly. If I was there I would make you wait while I rubbed our clit. Can you feel your clit at the top of your lips, Holly? Is it hard for me?"

"My god, it is so hard and feels so hot, Alex. My legs jerk every time I touch it."

"Lick your finger again so it is nice and wet and rub your clit for me. How did you taste, darling? How does it feel, Holly? Does it feel good when you rub your hard clit for me?"

"Baaaabbbbyyyy, it feels so strange. I can feel my whole body tingle when I do it."

"Good honey, that's how it should feel. You should feel it all over. Are you ready for more."

"Whatever you want me to do, Alex. These are your hands now, not mine."

"Okay sweetie. Now take that finger that is on your clit and slide it between your pussy lips. Find your love opening and slowly slide it into you. Not all the way, just a little bit. You know that I would be teasing your right now so tease yourself for me."

"Ooooooooo mmmmyyyyyyy. This feels so good. I am barely inside and I want to cum already. Can I put it in deeper, Alex? Can I?"

"You have to say the magic word Holly."

"Please let me push it in deeper, Alex. I want to feel your finger deep inside me. I want you to finger fuck me. Please let me do it."

"Cross your fingers like you are making a wish, Holly. Push your two crossed fingers inside you.. Push them in deeply darling. Push them so deep baby. I want you to feel how deep my fingers are inside you."

"Can't breathe Alex. They are so deep inside me now .. like you would be."

"Uncross your fingers honey and spread them while they are inside you. Stretch your pussy walls with your fingers."

"Oooooooooo."

"That's it baby. Now slide your fingers until they are just ready to leave you, then push them in again. Slowly right now, Holly. Just in and out slowly honey. I want you to get used to me fucking you slowly with my fingers."

"MMMmmmmmmmm. Your fingers feel so soft inside me."

"Are you ready for more, Holly?"

"Yes baby .. What do you want me to do now?"

"Faster now, Holly. Pick up the pace .. I am fucking you now with my fingers. Go in deep and fast and hard.. I want to be able to hear your hand slap your pussy and you fuck yourself with your fingers."

"God....o God ...ooo ooooo God. It feels so good, Alex. You are fucking me so good."

"Are you ready Holly? Are your ready to cum for your Alex baby?"

"Can't hold back much longer. Can't hold .....................bbbaaaaccckkkk. Uungggghhhhhh. Alex, I'm cumming for your honey. You are fucking me with your fingers and I am cumming all over your."

"Cum Holly, cum for me baby. Cum hard for me baby. Cum all over my fingers, Holly. I want to feel the heat of your juices all over me."

"Cccccuuummmmmmmmminnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg."

"I can hear you breathing Holly. Call my name while you are cumming, honey."

"AAAAAAllllllllllleeeeeeeeexxxxxxxx, I am cumming for you darlin'."

I can hear you calling my name over and over until your orgasm subsides. I can hear your head roll over on the pillow and know you are facing the phone more closely now. Your voice is only a whisper.

"God, thank you honey. Thank you for loving me. I came hard for you Alex."

"I know baby. I could hear you. I could close my eyes and picture you cumming for me. I can't wait until I am there in person to see it with my own eyes. You were wonderful to do this for me Holly."

"I love you Alex."

"I love you too, Holly."



The Lesson



She was a high-spirited 18-year-old girl who enjoyed getting her own way. It was no wonder that she ended up in the principal's office. Her smart mouth was too much for her teachers to take any further. 

She waited for the principal to call her into his office. As she sat impatiently, her legs swinging freely back and forth under her chair, she wondered what would happen next. This principal was new and many stories had been circling around his sudden appearance at the school. He had been to prison, he was an ex military man who believed in rough justice, and a drug addict who loved to torture. But whatever the story really was, she was ready for Mr. Henry McLennan. He was a man after all. How could any man hurt a sweet young girl who had just lost her way? 

A sudden break in her thoughts flashed violently as the principal's secretary called out her name. 

"Megan, the principal will see you now." Megan stood up slowly and shuffled her feet all the way across the front office to the principal's door. She took a deep breath, preparing her 'I'm so sorry' face; she planned a great performance for this new guy. Her hand gripped the doorknob and she turned it, pushed the door open, and walked inside. 

The principal was standing behind his desk. Even with the stern look on his face, Megan noticed that he was a handsome older man. This took her off guard as she let the door slam behind her. This seemed to have no effect on the principal for he did not flinch but instead motioned her to sit down. 

"You have quite a record at this school, Megan," the principal began. 

"I sorry Mr. McLennan, it's just..."

"Enough!" He said firmly. "You will not speak until you are asked to do so." Normally Megan would come back with a quick retort, but for some reason she obeyed this man. He was strong and firm, but without raising his voice, and something about him intimidated her in a way she had never experienced before. 

"For a child like you, corporal punishment is the only answer. Stand up." She hesitated slightly in her chair, but when she looked into his piercing stare, she stood up immediately. 

"Turn around with your back facing me." She spun herself around, shaking slightly. The principal reached for a wooden paddle that was hanging on the wall.

"Now pull down your panties and bend over so that your hands are grabbing your ankles." She did as she was told. The principal's upper lip began to sweat.

"10 strokes of the paddle should suffice. This is for your own good, Megan." She heard a rush of air as the paddle was swung up and landed a first blistering blow against her delicate bottom. The pain was intense, but somehow, not unpleasant. The second hit made her shift slightly. The principal noticed this, and as the next three smacks were placed on her reddening ass, he began to rub the outside of his trousers. As the next two strokes hit, the principal's cock grew harder. The swollen mass became visible as his trousers tightened. The remaining three smacks bounced off of Megan's toned flesh, as she felt the warmth of excitement flooding her. She was shaken, but aroused. She ached to be touched. And as if the principal could read her thoughts, she suddenly felt the touch of his big hands caressing her little bottom. 

"I think there is another lesson to be learned here today my girl." And with that, she heard the jangle of a belt being undone and the zipper of his trousers. He took his throbbing cock out of his pants and began rubbing his mushroom head back and forth against the crack of her ass. His breath was heavy as he began to push his cock into her hole. Her ass was tighter than he had expected which made him want to thrush all the more. She cried out as he pushed his way in, her knees buckling slightly. His thrusts became harder and deeper. He grabbed her cheeks tight in his hands and fucked her hard. It was painful for her at first, but she gave in to his movements and took much pleasure in the feeling of his cock deep inside her. Her cries became moans of ecstasy as his cock exploded, filling her up with his hot load of cream. He waited for a moment, and then slowly pulled his cock out. 

"Clean me up," he said. She could feel his cum dripping down the crack of her ass and down her thighs as she dropped to her knees and sucked his cock. She had never tasted cum before but she was hungry for it now. She licked and sucked his perfect cock until it was stiff again. She took great pride in knowing that she could deep throat his manhood and she enjoyed every inch. 

"Get up on the desk for me little girl. Time for your last lesson of the day." He waited impatiently as she walked over to the desk and hopped up. He strolled over with his cock in his hand stroking it slowly and looking down at her soaking pussy. He pushed her skirt up higher and pulled open her blouse, exposing her lacey white bra. He reached out with his hand and pulled her large tits out, squeezing them softly, making her pink nipples hard. He leaned forward, burying his face in her chest. 

"Fuck me," Megan whispered, "fuck me hard." He continued to ravish her chest as he pulled her body right to the edge of the desk. She wrapped her legs around him and begged him to put his cock inside. With one penetrating thrust forward, he was deep inside her pussy. He could feel her cunt walls clamp down tight around his throbbing knob making his balls full and ready to erupt again. Her body began to convulse as waves of ecstasy once again flooded her body and drenched his cock with juice. She bucked wildly as he grabbed her and tried to contain her. He could not hold back any longer. He pulled his cock out of her wetness and shot his load of cum all over her tits and face. He fed the head of his cock to her waiting lips to suck the remains of cream off of him. 

The principal backed away from Megan and dressed himself properly again. She watched as he put himself together and looked once again like the intimidating principal he once was. 

"Clean yourself up," he said as he threw some tissues at her. She jumped off the desk, wiped the sticky mess off her body, and got redressed. As she reached for her panties to finish the job, the principal grabbed them away from her. 

"These stay with me until your next lesson." He turned his back to her. "You may go." 

She walked out of the office and into the hallway, passing classroom after classroom. She looked around and noticed a fire alarm on the wall. She smiled to herself relishing in the knowledge that her next lesson would be coming very soon. 

To be continued? 



The Lesson



I suppose that I should have known right away, and if I'd seen Tiffany on any of the daytime talk shows, I probably would have known immediately. I dunno. They say that hindsight is 20/20. The fact is, I didn't know right away.

My wife, Nina, a beautiful lady with long silky black hair, deep ebony eyes, lush pouty red lips, and long curvaceous legs, took Tiffany home to meet me one evening last month.

I'd been begging Nina for weeks, ever since we rented a spanking video, to dominate me. I even bought her a sexy black leather outfit; a corset, with half bra-cups, and mini-skirt, with thigh-high spiked-heeled boots, and gloves that went up past her elbows. And I went all out, buying floggers, whips, paddles, shackles, chains, spreader-bars, and other implements of delicious torture. Nina is very open to sexual exploration (having tried threesomes and even going down on the other women at my request, on several occasions), so while pleased, I was not surprised that she agreed to indulge me in this fantasy as well.

Trying on the outfit, Nina looked like a real Bitch-Goddess, and I was ready to worship! Her lovely round 38D breasts heaving, erect nipples visible over the corset, and holding a long bullwhip, she was a sight to behold. Kneeling before her I begged her not to whip me, all the while hoping that she would. She gave it her best shot, but neither of us knew what we were doing that first time, and it ended badly. Suffice to say, in the wrong hands, these items are weapons, and in our case, we found out, they were in the wrong hands. We locked everything in a trunk, and didn't talk about domination or submission again.

That is, until Nina came home with Tiffany. Tiffany was elegant, and sexy, with long wavy blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. Taller than my six feet by at least 2 inches, she towered over me in her six inch pumps. Her breasts were large and full and round, rivaling Nina's, and she had a severe, yet pretty face. She was dressed in a leather busier, which laced up in front, a black silk scarf tied around her neck, and a floor-length gauzy black skirt, and I could see garters and fishnet stockings beneath. Nina was also dressed to kill, in the outfit that I'd bought for her. And seeing them standing there together, my beautiful wife, and her sexy friend, I became instantly, almost painfully, erect!

Nina explained, as I kissed her guest's hand in greeting, that she'd met Tiffany through an alternative-lifestyles personals network on the Internet. She'd told Tiffany about our first mishap with BDSM, and eventually they agreed that Tiffany would help train us both (me in submission and Nina in Domination).

The first thing that Mistress Tiffany (as she told me to call her, in a sexy, husky voice) did, was give me a "safeword". If I got too freaked out by anything Mistress Tiffany or Mistress Nina did, then I was supposed to say "buttercup", and we'd stop what we were doing, at least long enough to find out what was wrong, and then we'd decide whether to continue, or quit altogether. Not having a safeword was the first of many mistakes Nina and I had made that first time out.

The second mistake we'd made was not getting familiar with our toys before playing. Tiffany carefully inspected each item in our trunk, one by one, testing out the torture devices on pillows, and on her own flesh, and encouraged Nina to do the same, so that she'd know exactly how each item felt before inflicting it upon her poor slave. When she picked up the bullwhip, Mistress Tiffany said, "you two are definitely not ready for this, Honey!" She put it back in the trunk. "I've been in the lifestyle for almost ten years now, and I'm still learning how to use a single-strand whip. We'll stick to floggers, crops, and paddles for now, Loves."

"Kneel," commanded Mistress Tiffany as if she was used to being obeyed. I wasn't about to disappoint her, and I got to my knees immediately. God, I was going to enjoy this! "Now, slave, I will give you three rules, and you will obey them without question. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Tiffany," I said.

"One; if Mistress Nina or I touch anything to your lips, you will kiss it. Two; you do nothing else without our permission. That includes, but is not limited to, eating, drinking, excusing yourself for washroom breaks, or cumming. Three; you are under our control and protection from now, until we release you, or you use your safeword, and you will not test our authority. Do you accept these conditions, and agree to be our abject slave?"

"Oh, yes Mistress Tiffany!" I answered enthusiastically. "It will be an honor to serve you both!"

"Good," she said, moving towards me. "Show us your gratitude for allowing you to serve."

I wasn't sure exactly how to proceed, until I noticed Tiffany's impatient foot tapping the floor. I bent down low, and kissed the tip of her shoe. Nina placed her foot beside Tiffany's, and I kissed it, moving back and forth between both ladies' feet. Turning around and pressing her lovely round ass in my face, she forced me to kiss it, too. Pressing my lips against her leather-clad buttocks, I kissed them reverently, until she moved away from me, and ordered me to strip.

Wasting no time at all, I ripped off my clothes, and tossed them into a corner of the room, and stood, stark naked, before my two Mistresses. Nina glared at me. "Don't you know better than to throw your clothes on the floor? Put them away! Now Slut!"

Oops! Five minutes as a slave, and I'd already upset my Mistress. I hastily gathered up all my clothes, and rushed to throw them in the hamper. Wanting to make up for my faux pas, I knelt before my Ladies, and kissed their feet with deep devotion. They suffered my kisses, and then ordered me to stop, and put my head to the floor. Pushing my thighs apart, making them ache just a little, Tiffany attached a spreader bar to my ankles, and shackled my wrists behind my back with wide padded metal cuffs. Each of them getting a toy from our collection (Nina a riding crop, and Tiffany a heavy leather flogger), they began beating my ass. Under Tiffany's patient tutelage, Nina quickly got the knack for using her crop; she now knew the proper stance, how far to extend her arm, and to keep from striking the same spot twice in a row, unless she wanted the extra sting. And Tiffany obviously knew how to use the cat-o-nine tails! Between the two of them, they had my ass burning, even so my back, and thighs, in no time. Mistress Tiffany paused long enough to rub my cock with her foot. "Ooo, our little boy is enjoying this!" she said. "His cock is as hard as a rock. Come see."

"Mmmm, you're right, Tiffany. I think he'd like more."

And they were kind enough to give me more! They traded tools, Tiffany instructing Nina on the proper use of the flogger, and soon, she was criss-crossing my ass with the whip, varying the speed and intensity of my beating with the flick of the wrist. My buttocks must have been bright red by this time! I was in Heaven! Never in my life had I felt anything like this, and it was only the beginning.

Helping me to a kneeling position by my hair, Tiffany kissed me deeply, forcing her tongue into my mouth, while Nina pinched and twisted my sensitive nipples. When she broke the kiss, Nina took over, and Tiffany tortured my nipples. "You are such a good boy," she said, "don't you think so, Nina?"

"Oh, yes. Should we give him a reward?"

"If you like," she said. "What would you suggest?"

"How about we lick his cock."

Tiffany agreed that that would be a suitable reward, but stopped Nina as she started to get to her knees. "We do not kneel before a lowly slave, Nina," she smiled. And unhooking the spreader bar from my ankles, she ordered me to stand on a chair. This I did, with all haste, and my hard dick was almost level with my wife's mouth. Tiffany had only to stoop a tiny bit to put her mouth to my cock. The two of them began licking my balls, my shaft, and my cockhead, flicking their tongues wetly over my manhood. I badly wanted to run my fingers through their hair, but the shackles holding my hands firmly behind my back, I couldn't quite manage. Involuntarily, I started thrusting my hips, as Mistress Tiffany took my cock all the way into her warm mouth. She stopped sucking immediately, and slapped my already tender ass hard, and ordered me to remain absolutely still. I knew she meant business, and with a colossal effort, I stopped thrusting. Resuming their oral treatment, they each sucked and licked my cock and balls in turn.

It wasn't at all easy, but I managed to stand still while they both slobbered on my erection. They were both expert cocksuckers, and I was soon approaching a thundering climax. I almost forgot rule number two, but before I did anything I'd regret, Tiffany's words resounded in my head. "May I cum, Mistresses?" I asked hastily.

"No," answered Tiffany between licks.

"But I'm so close, Mistress!"

"Did you just backtalk me, Whore?" she asked with a hard smack to my ass, that said that I had better not do that again.

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

"You are forgiven, this time. When you get too close, I want you to politely ask us to stop sucking your cock."

They began sucking my cock with wild abandon, and I was rushing even faster towards that point of no return. The things they were doing with their tongues -- the pleasure they were inflicting on me -- made it difficult to think straight, let alone form coherent sentences, but I had no intention of disobeying this Amazon beauty! "Plea-Please, Mistresses," I stammered, before my speech gave way to a long moan.

"Please what?" asked Nina, teasingly, while Tiffany continued to deepthroat my hard, thick member.

"Please, Mistresses, please stop sucking my cock," I managed. And none too soon, either. Half a second later and I would have creamed in Tiffany's mouth, and I'm sure that would not have pleased her!

"Sit," said Tiffany, as if addressing a puppy, and I plopped down on my chair. A few adjustments to my shackles, and another pair for my ankles, and I was firmly anchored to the sturdy chair. Completely helpless. I was trembling all over. Was it fear? A little, perhaps. But I'd longed to be in this vulnerable position for a long time now. It was most certainly excitement that was shaking me so.

Picking up a new toy, Nina (trying it out on herself first, and judging by her sighs, enjoying it) approached me. She ordered me to close my eyes, and while they were closed, I felt a thrilling pain shoot from my nipples to my stiff prick. "Oh! Mmmmm!" I said, as she tightened the clamps on my nipples, and gave the chain between them a sharp tug.

While she did this, Tiffany picked up the riding crop again, and started smacking my dick with it. Oh, damn, oh, damn! It hurt like the Dickens (pardon the pun), but in the afterglow of each stinging stroke was a delicious tingle, and my cock grew harder than ever!

"I want to try!" said Nina, practically bouncing with excitement, and after Tiffany handed her the riding crop, she gave my cock several excruciatingly pleasurable smacks. Nina was getting more excited by the second as she tortured my poor dick, and so she removed her skirt and panties, and with Tiffany supporting her body, she straddled my face in the chair, pressing her slick pussy to my lips. I kissed it, as was my directive, and she ground it into my face. "Lick it good, Slut, and make me cum!" I was only too happy to comply. I did all the things I know she loves, circling my tongue over her clitoris, without touching it, for several minutes, and running it up and down her wet hot slit, before nibbling and sucking directly on her clit. She screamed like a Banshee when I finally hit her little love-button, and bucked against my face, her orgasm soaking my chin, and her juices dripping down onto my chest.

She sank down onto my lap, licking her honey off of my chest and face, before grabbing my cock, and burying it deep into her dripping wet snatch. Moving up and down in my lap, she fucked me slowly and sweetly. She would ride me until she came again, and I hoped I could last until my lovely Mistresses allowed me to cum.

"I think it's your turn to be licked, Tiffany," said Nina with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, definitely," she said, removing her skirt, and reaching down to unfasten the Velcro that held the crotch together. My mouth watering, I was looking forward to eating Tiffany's pussy, and licking my lips, I waited for her to approach. But when she turned to me, I got the surprise of my life. Tiffany didn't have a pussy; she had a cock! A thick, hard, honest to fuck, flesh and blood cock! And she pressed it to my lips!

I didn't pull away, but I hesitated, with Tiffany's hard cockhead touching my half open lips. "You're not kissing it, Slut," said Nina warningly, still moving my cock inside her.

Tiffany slapped my mouth with her cock, and then pressed it to my lips again. "Kiss it," she commanded.

"What's the matter, Levy?" asked Nina. "I've eaten pussy for you, and you won't suck cock for me?"

There was that.

I looked up at Tiffany's breasts. If she'd had surgery to get those boobs, then her doctor did a fantastic job. I couldn't detect a scar anywhere. They were perfection.

"Kiss my cock," commanded Tiffany again, with less patience in her voice, "and then suck it good."

What was going on here? Here I was, tied to a chair, with a hard cock in my face, and my own cock was still rock hard inside Nina's cunt. I'd agreed to their rules, and they owned me, so I had to obey, I thought. But wait! All I had to do was say "buttercup", and I was free. I wouldn't have to suck Tiffany's cock!

But, I didn't use my safeword. As if someone else controlled my will, I planted a lingering kiss on the tip of Tiffany's steely rod. Then, just as I was ordered to do, I opened my mouth wide, and bobbed my head down over her cock. All the way to the base, I took her cock into my mouth, and the hair on her balls tickled my chin. With Nina bouncing on my lap, and kissing my neck and whispering sweet words of encouragement ("you are such a good cocksucker!"), I slithered my tongue over Mistress Tiffany's cock shaft, as she fucked my mouth like a pussy.

Disbelieving it all, I was really enjoying every moment; bound, helpless, fucking my wife, and sucking a hard cock on the body of a gorgeous Dominant woman. I was quickly approaching orgasm again, and I had no way to ask Nina to stop, because Tiffany kept fucking my mouth, sliding her cock down my throat, and moaning loudly. Surely, I would be punished if I came without leave, so hoping against the odds, I held out as long as I could. Fortunately, Nina was closer to orgasm than I was. She told me later, that watching me suck cock really helped her to get off quickly. Not to mention the fact that she was rubbing her clit while I fucked her. Shouting obscenities, Nina came powerfully, and then dismounted. She gave my cock a few lazy kisses as she watched Tiffany fuck my mouth.

I had completely given myself over to my Mistresses, and I told myself that I had to suck Tiffany's cock. But, in retrospect, I realize that I wanted to suck it! And I actually felt disappointment when she pulled her dick out of my mouth.

But she wasn't done with me by a long-shot!

Releasing my ankles from their shackles, Tiffany grabbed them, and lifted my hips off of the chair. Getting a bottle of lubricant, Nina pumped some of it over Tiffany's cock, stroking to coat its entire length, and then she smeared a generous portion onto my anus. Oh, God! Tiffany was going to fuck me up the ass! Nina had stimulated my asshole before, with fingers, and even a small vibrator, but I'd never been anally fucked before! And now that I was about to be, I moaned in anticipation! No thought of my safeword; I wanted desperately to be fucked by this gorgeous she-male! And as Tiffany eased her cock deep into my virgin ass, Nina began stroking me. She stroked in a slow even motion, and matched by Tiffany's thrusts.

Listening to Nina's sighs, and knowing that she was enjoying watching me in this position, not to mention the sheer pleasure of her hand pumping my cock, and Tiffany's pumping in and out of my asshole, sent me flying towards bliss, and they mercifully granted me permission to cum after much begging. Gobs of my thick white spunk shot high into the air, landing on my belly, and Nina's hand, moments before Tiffany pulled out of my ass, and shot her own wad of semen onto my cock.

Kissing me softly, and stroking my hair, Tiffany and Nina told me what a good slave I was, and then released me from my chair. They lead me into the bathroom, where I was ordered to clean Tiffany's cock with warm soapy water, and to clean myself and Nina up, too. I did this gladly, and afterwards, I cooked dinner for us all, and we ate without bothering to get dressed again.

Nina has since decided that being a Dominatrix isn't really her style. So now, we both serve Tiffany. She's a kind, yet demanding Mistress, and we worship her. Her and her cock.



The Lesson



Madeleine sighed and hit Disconnect on the call window. 

Another rude asshole. She thought. The days were supposed to feel shorter when you have a lot of work to keep you busy, however bad calls like that made them drag on forever.

"Hang in there." A pleasant voice floated over her cubicle.

Madeleine looked over her shoulder to meet eyes with the voice. Janine sat there, smiling as she tapped a stack of papers against her desk, straightening them in preparation for the stapler. Her red shoulder length hair was pulled over her left side, exposing the bare nape of her neck.

"I could hear it in your voice," Janine continued. "He sounded like a peach."

"A rotten one." Madeleine grimaced. "Called me everything in the book because I wouldn't refund a $10 dollar late fee. Seriously, $10?! You're going to huff and puff over the price of a movie ticket, all because you were 35 days late on your cable bill." 

"Maybe Mr. Late Fee should cut back on the pay per view pornos so he could afford to get his bill in on time." Janine stapled the stack of papers, put them in a desk file, then spun her chair around so she could speak to Madeleine face to face. An alabaster leg crossed over the other, forming a plateau for folded hands to rest in her lap. 

"I don't know how you do it, Janine." Madeleine grumbled. "You've been here for what, five years now? I'm here for two months and I can barely stand it. I mean, most of the calls are fine, but then I get that one customer, two if I'm unlucky, that has nothing better to do than unload their lungs on me for an hour. It sucks." Madeleine slumped her chin into her hands, brown curls cascading in front of her face.

"I get it, trust me." Janine nodded sagely. "I've had my fair share, I just learned how to deal with it in a constructive manner. Plus," Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I have to say I get a little schadenfreude when I hear one of our nastier co-workers get a screamer."

Madeleine smiled in spite of her fouled mood. Janine had a way of picking her up. She had style, too. A red top which cut down to show an work-appropriate amount of cleavage while still showing off her sensuality complimented a black skirt that cut just above the knee. Her alabaster legs crisscrossed and disappeared into the fabric, teasing any onlookers with an elegance they were not privy to experience.

"So, it's Friday." Janine said, reaching out and patting Madeleine playfully. "I assume you have a hot date tonight to get your mind off rude callers."

Madeleine frowned, slumping further. "No... I dated this one guy a few months ago, but he ended up being a total jerk. I dumped him after finding a phone full of pictures with him and two other women at some frat party. Seriously, how lazy can you get? If you're going to cheat, at least pretend like you care about me enough to hide it from me. He practically wanted to get caught."

Janine's lips pursed in a slight frown. "We're going to have to do something about this."

"Janine... I'm not a charity case." Madeleine looked up with brown doe eyes. "Just tell me your secret to dealing with these jerks, I'll finish my day, then go drown my sorrows in a bottle of wine and a few episodes of Sex in the City."

"No no no." Janine admonished, wagging her finger. "I'll tell you my secret, but you have to promise to come out with me tonight. There'll be no moping in solitude for you."

"I really don't-"

"-have a choice in the matter, I know." Janine smiled playfully. "So say thank you, and put something pretty on when you get home. Jason and I will be by to pick you up around 8. Tonight, I'll tell you all about how to enjoy this job over a fruity drink of your choice."

Madeleine sighed. She was tired after a full week, and really didn't want to deal with a late night out after a day full of rancid customers. But then again, it may be good to get out. She had been shut in for a couple months, and part of her sullen mood may be the cause of her self-inflicted solitude. She stared back into Janine's mischievous eyes, then grinned and let out a sigh of defeat. "All right, fine. You win."

"8'o clock." Janine reminded her, then spun around and put her headset back on.





Madeleine tugged at her skirt nervously, almost rocking off balance in her heels. She wasn't used to wearing anything but tennis shoes, but Janine had insisted she look her best for the club tonight.

'You might meet a stud you want to take back to your place and tame!' Janine advised.

That wasn't really Madeleine's style. She wasn't one to pick up someone random at a club and go home for a night of passion. She liked her intimacy to be, well, intimate. There had to be a connection. A future. There's no real pleasure in instant gratification with a stranger who cares nothing about you.

A knock on her door drew her attention. Checking her watch, she noted it was 8:05. It had to be Janine. 

Her expectations were not met, leading to a look of surprise when the door opened and a tall gentlemen stood waiting in the hallway outside her apartment. He was dressed in pair of loose fitting designer jeans, a tight V-Neck black shirt with a stark white short sleeve overshirt to complete the ensemble. His light brown hair was brushed back without gel, and his neatly trimmed goatee completed his clean-cut , bad-boy-next-door look.

Madeleine suddenly felt slightly underdressed. Her red top was tight fitting with spaghetti straps, and her skirt a generic item she had picked up at the mall on a whim. She thought it was a nice enough setup, though the confident, well dressed man in front of her was slightly intimidating.

"Madeleine?" His voice was like chocolate. 

"Uh, um, I mean, yes, hi. Jason?" Madeleine fumbled.

"Yes," He smiled supportively. "Sorry, Janine was going to come up here to get you so she could introduce us properly. However she had a slight wardrobe malfunction. She's down in the car fixing it, and asked me to come grab you since we were already running late."

"Oh, it's no problem." Madeleine waved him off with a nervous laugh.

"Well, we'll make it up to you." He grinned. "Janine tells me you are ready to hit the dance floor with fervor."

"She, huh?" Madeleine stuttered, closing the door behind her and locking up. "I, oh, well, I'm not much of a dancer."

Jason chuckled. "Janine has a tendency to get excited. Don't worry, I'll make sure she doesn't drag you anywhere you're not comfortable going."

"My hero." Madeleine grinned. Am I flirting? Madeleine... stop that!

Jason simply grinned, either ignoring or overlooking the comment. They arrived out to the curb, walking towards a F-150 extended cab truck. Janine sat in the passenger seat, door open, mirror down. Her purse rested in her lap while she furiously worked at adjusting her makeup, wiping something away and immediately uncapping a brush to reapply. She looked over at the approaching pair, a deer-in-headlights look flashing across her features momentarily.

"Ohmygod! Madeleine, I'm so sorry!" Janine blurted. "It's my fault, I lost track of time!"

"Oh, um, it's okay..." Madeleine was caught off guard. "You're only a couple minutes late."

Jason walked over to the passenger side, sliding a hand over the small of Janine's back. "Sweetie, it's okay. The night is very much on track, no need to worry." He placed a tender kiss on her cheek. He looked over at Madeleine. "She likes to be punctual. It's one of the things I love about her, truth be told."

Madeleine fluttered at the gesture. Janine was blushing and looking up at Jason with love in her eyes. With a touch and a soft series of words, he had calmed her nerves and put her back at ease.

Dammit, how come I don't have someone like that? Madeleine griped internally.

Janine, smiling again and radiant in her perfect makeup and stunning dark green dress, looked over to Madeleine. "I am sorry we were late, it's a pet peeve of mine so I hate doing it to other people."

"It's really okay." Madeleine assured. She leaned in and whispered to Janine as Jason circled around the truck to the driver side. "He seems very sweet."

"You have no idea." Janine gushed. "Treats me like a princess."

Madeleine flushed with envy, smiling at her friend.

"Come on," Janine urged. "I'll sit in the back with you so we can chat on the way."





The truck pulled up out front of the club. Jason parked by the front curb, exited, circled around, and opened the doors for the two passengers. 

"Ladies," He beckoned charmingly. 

Janine and Madeleine stepped down from the truck with Jason's assistance. He took their hands gingerly and acted as an impromptu railing for their descent. Once they were safely on the sidewalk, he tipped his invisible hat. "I'll go park then join you inside."

Janine kissed him on the cheek, a gesture he returned with a hug and pinch on her side.

Madeleine walked with Janine towards the door, producing her ID and cash for the waiting bouncer. "Okay, Janine, we're going to have to talk about cloning your man. Does he have a brother?"

Janine giggled. "Only child, unfortunately. Don't worry," Janine said with a note of seriousness. "I'll help you find one."

The bouncer eyed both of them up and down, doing his due diligence to scrutinize their ID's and ensure they were indeed the beautiful women they claimed to be. After a long look up and down each of their figures, he handed the plastic back and greeted them in a gruff voice, "Have a good night, ladies."

The music thrummed inside the club. Deep bass reverberated off the walls, guiding the crowds of bodies on the floor into rhythmic motions. The sea of arms and faces flowed with each other, obeying the steady beat with their fluid gyrations.

The two women made their way to the bar, ordering a Cosmopolitan and a Sex on the Beach before taking a seat on a pair of stools.

"So, you promised me a secret." Madeleine said, eying her friend.

"I did." Janine confirmed, taking her drink from the bartender and sipping at it lightly. "This one's dangerous... don't let me drink more than two. I'm a lightweight, and I can't taste the alcohol!"

"Me too. This will be my only one if I don't want you guys carrying me out." Madeleine agreed. "But no dodging the subject!"

"Oh, alright." Janine smiled, giving another playful pat on Madeleine's arm. "The secret is control."

"Control?" Madeleine asked. "What do you mean? How are you supposed to control someone who's that angry."

"No no, not you." She corrected with a grin. "Give it up. Let them have the control."

Madeleine cocked her head, a querying look on her face.

"The caller is upset because they want something. They have lost control, and they want it back." Janine put her drink down, leaning closer to talk to Madeleine without shouting. Madeleine saw Janine's dress drift open an inch, revealing a luscious cavern of skin between her alabaster breasts. The green dress, like a canopy of trees, fluttered back against her skin and covered the brief flash of skin. "Most operators try to control the call. They want to boss the customer around. They want to tell them how it is going to be. You have to learn to let go. Rein them in when appropriate, but otherwise, don't fight them. Let them have their victories, and subtly guide them to a resolution that you want."

"I'm... not following." Madeleine frowned.

"It takes practice." Janine said frankly, leaning back and retrieving her drink and bringing the two tiny straws to her pouting lips. Cosmo darkened the straw on its ascent, flowing into her mouth as she sucked greedily. Releasing the plastic with her lips, she continued. "I'll show you some examples at work, but you can also watch how Jason and I interact tonight."

"Jason?" Madeleine asked, curious. "He's... a perfect gentlemen. I don't see how that applies."

Janine grinned and allowed her eyes to dart away evasively. "Yes he is, when he needs to be."

Madeleine continued to stare, confused.

When Janine returned her gaze, she reached up and lightly tapped herself on the shoulder with two fingers. It was an odd gesture, and was accompanied by a knowing smile from the coy read head. "Do you see that?"

"Yes, what does it mean?"

"Just remember it." Janine's grin was feral. "I think you'll figure it out."

"What'd I miss?" Jason walked up through the crowd, standing next to the seated women. He wrapped an arm around Janine's waist, pulling her into a quick hug and placed a kiss on her temple. 

Janine blushed in response, but only stirred for a moment in her chair before taking a final pull on her drink and placing it on the bar. She stood from her seat, giving Jason a peck on the cheek. Her lips hovered near his ear for a few moments more as she whispered a short string of words. She finished with a coy glance towards Madeleine. "I'm going to the dance floor, I'll leave you with Jason to finish your drink. See you down there."

She walked... no, she stalked across the club, down two quick steps and out onto the dance floor. Her feet brought her to a small open space in the dance floor. Arms lifted above her head, elbows hovering chin height. She showed off her full figure as her hips began to sway, rotating back and forth with the beat. Bodies writhed around her, though they seemed to give her the space she needed to move. When another man, or woman, would come closer than Janine deemed appropriate, a steely glance or an outstretched hand would clearly communicate that their participation was not required.

"So Janine tells me you're a newbe on the phones." Jason said, taking a seat on Janine's stool. His eyes pulled away from Janine's form to politely make eye contact with Madeleine.

"Yeah," Madeleine found herself having to force her eyes away from Janine's graceful form. "She kinda took me under her wing. Showed me the ropes, talks me through the hard days, you know."

"She's a nurturer, that's for sure." Jason agreed. "So what's this about you having issues at work?"

"Oh, its nothing." Madeleine shrugged, smiling uncomfortably. It was hard enough showing weakness at work, she didn't want to seem like a troubled little girl around a stranger. "It's just tough dealing with angry callers sometimes. I can tough it out, though. I'm a big girl."

"You are." Jason agreed, his eyes remained on hers, despite the warmth and implication of his words. "But everyone has troubles here and there. No need to be ashamed."

Madeleine blushed. His words were soothing, and had a supportive tone to them. Had the situation been different, Madeleine could see herself flirting with Jason for real. However, she knew boundaries, and decided it was time to pull back. "Thank you," She offered. "You two have been very nice. It's been a good pick me up. And Janine is very lucky, you treat her like a princess."

"I like to think a queen." He smiled. "Which is why I wanted to clarify something. Janine wanted you to see some things. I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

"I don't think I follow." Madeleine said warily. What the hell is he talking about? Oh god, I hope this isn't some crazy trick to get me to find Jesus or sell Amway.

"I love Janine." He assured. "Just keep that in mind. Why don't you sit here, finish your drink, and watch for a bit. It may get a bit clearer."

Madeleine simply nodded, though her eyes shone with confusion.

Jason gave one final smile, then pushed himself off of the stool. He took long, slow steps away from the bar towards the dance floor. The crowd did not part as easily for him as Janine, though he moved with the confidence of a predator. His pace did not slow, even when he entered the thick of the dancers, gently moving them with his hands, or a graceful twist of his body.

Madeleine watched as Janine stopped another man from dancing with her from behind. A stern look was all it took, and the man backed away. 

Jason approached.

Much to Madeleine's surprise, a similar stern look was shot at Jason. 

It's dark. Madeleine explained to herself. She probably thinks he's just another club goer trying to rub against her. Then a frightening though intruded. What if she saw us flirting?! What if she's angry at him? At me?!

Jason ignored the look meant to shun his presence, moving in and dancing next to Janine as if invited. Again, however, she rebuked him. Taking a step back, she placed a firm, flat hand on his chest, pushing him to arm's distance. 

Something is different. Madeleine observed. Through the flashing lights of the club, and the low, steady thrum of the music, Madeleine struggled to witness the scene unfolding in front of her. His face... his eyes. They're not warm and caring anymore... is he angry? 

Madeleine was correct. Jason's loving, doting look had been replaced by a fierce, cold gaze. He reached his hand up, taking Janine's wrist roughly. With a tug and a forward step, Janine's form fell into his, back landing against his chest. His free hand slid up the small of her back, reaching the nape of her neck just as she regained her balance and began to struggle. Fingers interlocked with weaves of hair, and a fist closed around a loose network of red hair.

Janine's posture instantly changed. Her head snapped back with the grip Jason had on her hair, and her body language radiated submissiveness. Her Queen of the Jungle facade was broken, and she leaned up against Jason's body to show it. 

Her hand, still imprisoned by Jason's grip, moved up over her shoulder and around to the back of Jason's neck. Without the obvious display of force, this would have looked like a sensual dance between a man and woman. The man with his hand in his lady's hair, and the woman reaching back to stroke the nape of her lover's neck. However the unnatural arch of Janine's neck, the way her throat was exposed to the world, her timid grasp on Jason's neck as he positioned her hand for her, was anything but the norm for this club.

Jason began to dance, gyrating his hips back and forth with the music. Words were spoken into Janine's ear. Nothing happened for a few moments, until her face tensed as his grip tightened on her hair. In response, her hips began moving with his. Her firm ass, covered by nothing but a thin layer of silk, rubbed back against his groin as they moved together on the dance floor.

Madeleine watched, unsure what she was seeing. What happened to the doe eyed, happy couple who had picked her up? Where was the knight in shining armor she had been conversing with earlier? What were they doing?

Jason's hand left Janine's wrist, though her hand stayed dutifully in place. He let his fingers drift down her arm, caressing her skin until it ran under the silk of her dress. His fingertips continued their path over the green fabric, passing over the side of her breast, and down over her stomach. Pressure was applied, and their rhythmic grinds picked up in intensity. Janine's face, despite having a distant look of discomfort from being held in place, pulled a slight smile with pleasure.

Several onlookers began to stare at the pair gyrating on the dance floor. Their behavior was unnatural for this environment. Something was different, which meant wrong in the mind's of this crowd. They, like Madeleine, did not understand what they were seeing. This scared more than a few.

Jason's hand moved up Janine's stomach, sliding into the folds of fabric in the front of her dress. A few more inches, and he would be stroking the heaving mounds of alabaster flesh hidden beneath. 

Despite her confusion, Madeleine's breath caught in voyeuristic anticipation. She was enjoying the show they put on. Then something happened. It was almost too subtle to notice, though with the moving figures on the dance floor, Madeleine's view was limited to the torso up. Given her focused field of vision, she saw Janine's index and middle finger extend out from Jason's neck and tap him twice on the shoulder.




The Lesson



As if bit, Jason's facial expression melted away. His cold gaze became one of concern and love for a moment. His eyes darted down to Janine's, who practically pleaded with him to continue via her expression despite the public venue. Then, as quick as it left, the cold gaze returned. His hand, however, stopped its pursuit of her flesh. He withdrew, sliding it to her side where he could guide her hips further.

Madeleine watched in wonder, trying to decipher what just happened.

'Is she enjoying this?' Madeleine thought. 'If so, why did he stop?'

Almost on cue, two bouncers made their way into the crowd. A woman in a miniskirt and babydoll top led them to the edge of the floor, and then pointed at Janine and Jason. Finding their target, the bouncers moved through the dancers on the floor, many of which who had stopped to observe the strange tango that started near them. 

Madeleine watched as the bouncers approached Jason and Janine, shouting something at them. Both dancers snapped to attention. Jason's hands released Janine, then extended out to his sides in a display of surrender. Janine's eyes shot open, and she jumped between the bouncers and Jason. Heated words were exchanged, and it appeared Janine's frantic words converted the bouncers' expressions from rage to confusion and disgust. One of them jerked his thumb, clearly giving them the instruction to leave.

Janine looked over their shoulders, finding Madeleine's eyes with her own. With a glance, she signaled to meet them outside.

Madeleine, still in shock from what she just watched, downed the rest of her drink and moved for the door.





"Do you understand?" Janine asked, leaning against the inner window of the cab of Jason's F-150 as he navigated onto the highway.

"Honestly, no." Madeleine responded, a little upset in her voice. "You two seemed like you were fine, then you started fighting on the floor. I'm not sure why you're so okay now after he..." Madeleine trailed off, trying not to accuse Jason of physically assaulting her friend while he was driving a two ton truck.

"He didn't hurt me." Janine cooed. "He only did what I allowed him to do."

Madeleine started to launch into a counter argument. She wanted to tell Janine that it was Jason's job to control himself, and that it wasn't her fault if he got violent. Janine, however, saw this coming and cut her off.

"Truly, everything that happened was with my permission." Janine assured. "Jason knows how I like to be touched, knows his limits, and knows how to hear me say no even when I don't say a word."

"The... the tap?" Madeleine ventured, started to put things together.

Janine nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "I'm a sub, Madeleine. I like to be controlled by my man. I derive pleasure from bending to his will and succumbing to his desires. However, the amusing thing of a dom/sub relationship that most don't understand is this: The sub holds all of the power. The dom simply provides the direction and control."

"But..." Madeleine struggled.

"Jason knows he can push my limits." Janine answered before Madeleine can ask. "He knows he can choose what we do, where we do it, and how it will be done. It pleases me to give him this control. I know everything he does is pleasurable to him, which in turn gives me pleasure. However, if a direction is taken which I am not comfortable with, or if I become afraid, or find myself in a place where I do not enjoy the activity, I tell him no."

As if answering the next question, she reached up over the driver's seat and tapped Jason lightly on the shoulder with her index and middle fingers. 

Responding to her touch, he reached back, gently taking her fingers in his hand, and placed a soft kiss on her fingertips while keeping his eyes diligently on the road.

Madeleine felt a surge through her body again. The doting behavior from Jason was abundantly sweet, and she melted just watching his treatment of her. His affection was obvious, though the show she witnessed on the floor still caused confusion.

Despite her lack of understanding, however, a different surge through her thighs burned for her to know more.

"Madeleine," Janine continued. "We're going to go back to our house. Why don't you come with us? I think you could learn a lot more if you witnessed... more of our interactions."

Madeleine felt a tingle under her skirt. She knew what the implication was, and knew she was being invited to watch a much more carnal display than what was put on in the club. A nagging voice told her to refuse, to go home and watch movies in the safety of her apartment. She tried to justify another decision, though she had not had enough to drink to compromise her judgment, and it was late enough to justify going home. She could not think of a reason to accept without feeling... dirty.

With a slight curve of her lips, she decided a little dirt never hurt anyone.

"Sure, I'd love to." She replied.

"I thought you would." Janine flashed another one of her carnal grins.





The house was on the edge of the nice part of town. This allowed the size and quality of the structure to be a bit bigger than Madeleine was used to, while staying within a price range that Janine and Jason could afford.

Jason walked them through the front gate, holding it open like a gentleman and closing it behind them. He lit the pathway with a flashlight from his key ring, then took a position at the door and inserted his key into the lock. As the key twisted and the latch released, Madeleine watched Jason's face transform from the kind and loving boyfriend to the steely eyed predator she had seen in the club. He pushed the door open, walking inside with confident paces.

"Janine," He said flatly, the smile gone from his voice. "I'm thirsty. Get me a bottle of water. I'll be in the bedroom." He continued walking, speaking without looking at her. Long strides took him towards the bedroom at the end of the hall.

Janine, who stood much more timid and demure than usual, waited until he was out of sight before turning to Madeleine. "I'm going to get him some water. If you are sure you want to be here for this, come with me." She paused, biting her lip. "But I think you'll enjoy what you see."

Madeleine felt a tingling in her skin which demanded satisfaction. She knew her answer immediately. She wouldn't have agreed to come back if she wasn't willing to go all the way. With a breathless nod, she affirmed she was ready.

Janine grinned, then let her features drip back down to a more submissive posture again. With small, quick steps, she moved into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the package on the countertop. She grabbed Madeleine by the hand gingerly, leading her the first few steps down the hall before releasing her hand and walking with a bowed head. 

They entered the room together. Jason stood near the bed, pulling off his over shirt and tossing it onto the corner of the bed. He held a hand out absently, a slight look of annoyance crossing his features.

Janine crossed the floor to reach him, extending the water bottle into his hand. 

Jason grimaced, pulling the water bottle into his view without turning to see Janine. He tossed it idly from one hand to the other, staring at it in disgust for a few seconds. Finally, he swiveled his head to the left, looking at Janine with an irritated gleam in his eye. "It's warm."

Janine lowered her eyes.

"You know I prefer chilled water."

Janine nodded.

"We have an entire case in the fridge."

She nodded again.

Jason gave a disapproving glance. "Well, then you did this on purpose... that's just not acceptable." He sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to his lap. "Come here." 

Janine stepped forward timidly, standing next to the bed next to Jason's legs. She allowed herself to be pulled forward. Her balance faltered, and she fell across Jason's lap, legs bending up with her firm ass tilted upwards, almost in offering. Her face, though playing the part of the timid, broke for a moment into a carnal smile of pleasure before twisting back into one of submissive subjugation. 

Jason laid one hand on the hollow of Janine's back between her shoulder blades to help keep her in place. His eyes lifted to Madeleine, who was frozen in the doorway. "Madeleine, sit in that chair." Jason nodded to a chair against the wall facing the bed. "You'll watch."

The commanding edge in Jason's voice jarred Madeleine. It was so much different than his chocolate voice she had basked in earlier that evening. This was much less soothing, still sensual, but with an edge of authority. It was good she was near the chair, as her legs began to ripple into goo. Madeleine dropped into the chair, pressing her knees together and leaning forward to engorge her eyes on the show unfolding before her.

Jason allowed his eyes to linger on Madeleine for a moment, then looked back down at Janine's prone form laying across his knees. Without another word, his free hand lifted up and slapped down on her proffered ass. 

Janine's form convulsed with the force of his slap. If not for Jason's firm hand keeping her firmly in place, her body would have bucked right off of his legs. She regained her composure quickly, however, and sucked in a sharp breath as she settled back down into a relaxed position. As if accepting her fate, her round ass pushed back up in wait.

Jason brought the flat of his hand down again, sending a crack of flesh on flesh through the room. Skin rippled under his palm, and Janine's body jolted once again. Her back arched as she instinctively pulled away from the fresh pain on her flesh, though Jason pressed her back into her prone position.

"Do you have something to say?" Jason asked calmly, bringing his hand down again.

"Yes!" She yelped, her breasts heaving against Jason's legs as she drew in quick, deep breaths. Her mouth curved with the shock of pain, though the curled edges of her lips betrayed a hidden smile. "I'm sorry, Jason."

"For..." Another smack filled the room.

"For bringing you warm water." She struggled meekly against his grip. "I should have brought you what you liked."

Madeleine watched, her legs moving back and forth against each other in anticipation. Her own breaths were short as her attention focused on the pair. Which each slap and writhe of Janine's body, Madeleine felt a shiver through her own form. The raw sensuality between the two was powerful, and it made her tremble with lust.

Jason brought his hand down several more times, verbally chastising Janine for being a bad girl, for being inconsiderate, and making her promise to try harder later. Her form quivered with each spanking, and her hands gripped both his jeans and the comforter on the bed, steadying herself for each incoming blow.

Madeleine, despite being very turned on, began to worry. Janine looked as if she was in pain, and she was having trouble seeing the line between the act and the real thing. A thought to speak up, to warn Jason that he was going too far crossed her mind. However, as soon as it did, Janine's fingers protruded out over Jason's knee where she gripped his denim pants, and tapped twice firmly.

A brief flash of worry crossed Jason's features. Madeleine surmised it was a similar thought that she had. She could see the love flow back into his eyes for that moment, and deep concern for his lover shone like the sun at noon. He quickly recovered, however, and put on his cold, dominant face once more as if nothing had happened.

"I think that is enough." He said in a cool tone.

"T-thank you, Jason." Janine panted. "I'll never do it again..."

Jason guided Janine to her feet with his hands, stood next to her, and spoke firmly in her ear. "Bend over the bed."

The words cascaded across Madeleine's ears like honey. She felt the overwhelming desire to touch herself, to feel pleasure as she was sure Janine was about to. Maybe I could, She thought to herself. It's not like they are paying attention to me...

"Madeleine," Jason queried, looking over his shoulder at the seated woman intently watching him. 

"Y-yes," Madeleine stumbled out. Her words were choked and her voice soft. Her breath had been held for too long.

"Tap your shoulder with two fingers." He commanded softly.

Madeleine, understanding the gesture but not wanting this to stop, hesitated. She did not want the game to end... though she felt compelled to obey his order. She reached up as she was told, tapping her shoulder with her index and middle finger.

"Do you understand what that means?" He asked patiently.

Janine remained in position, bent over with her elbows on the bed, her firm ass jutting out towards Madeleine as she waited for their interaction to finish.

Madeleine nodded.

"Good." He allowed a brief, carnal grin before continuing. "Now do you believe Janine was sufficiently punished?"

Madeleine gulped, not knowing how to answer. What was appropriate for not bringing someone cool water? Surely it was enough. He spanked her over a dozen times! She gulped back her uncertainty and nodded.

Jason sighed. "And how would you know that without seeing the results? For all you know, I was making loud noises but not much contact. You clearly just want to go easy on her." He eyed her fiercely. "For your punishment, you must touch yourself while you watch. I want you to please yourself, however, you are not allowed to make a single noise. Not even a whimper. Do you understand?"

Madeleine froze. Embarrassment wanted to rear up and steal her nerves, to make her tap her shoulder with two fingers to avoid the 'punishment'. However her flushed skin and racing pulse refused to let the excitement die down. She was enjoying this, and she wanted it to continue. 

Adopting a demure look she had seen Janine wear, Madeleine tentatively reached down and began applying pressure over the fabric of her skirt. Her fingers moved slowly in a circle, pressing hard to give herself relief through the multiple layers of fabric. An instinctive moan rose in her throat, though Jason's fierce eyes, which were still fixed on her, reminded her and caught the noise in her throat. 

Satisfied, Jason turned back to Janine. With a graceful sweep of his hands, Janine's dress slid up to her waist. The ascent of the green silk revealed the rest of her alabaster legs rising to a firm ass, reddened by the previous spanks. A dark black thong split her ass cheeks, and provided a sharp contrast against her white and reddened skin.

Jason ran his fingers gently over her red cheeks. She tensed at first, pushing up with her toes as if fleeing again, then settled to his soft touch. Her face rested against the comforter as she pushed gently into his hand, reveling in the contrast from his previous punishment. He continued to please her, tickling her skin for several minutes while she cooed gently and gyrated slowly against his touch. 

Finally, he spoke again. "Janine, reach back and remove your thong. Pull it down and hold it around your thighs."

"No!" Janine said, a pouty tone to her voice.

The response surprised Madeleine at first. She expected subservience from Janine at this point. After all, Jason had been clear in his commands, and what he would do if she disobeyed. Then she realized... Janine wanted the punishment. She could choose to obey or to resist. Obeying would reward her with sensitive touches and rewards, while resistance would invite rough play, which she clearly craved at the moment.

At the realization, Madeleine slipped her hand around and up her skirt. Her own breaths began coming in heavier, causing her breasts the rise and fall under her babydoll top. Her fingers found her way to her clit over her lacy panties, touching it gently. It took all her willpower, though she suppressed a cry of ecstasy at the sensation.

"Janine," Jason growled. "You will take them off, or you will be punished again."

"No!" Janine said, pushing herself up to crawl away.

Jason wasted no more words. He grasped her around the hips and pulled her sharply back. He slid her off the bed, his hand finding his favorite grip of hair with speed and ease. Janine's body arched again as her mouth shot open with the sharp sensation, though her resistance immediately melted away.

Madeleine saw the hidden joy in Janine's face, and rubbed her clit in tight, fast circles.

Jason forced Janine to her knees in front of him, giving Madeleine a profile view of both of them. He spoke in a clear, firm tone, "You will lift your dress over your head. Now." His tone gave no room for argument, and though Janine writhed under his grip (to get him to tighten it further, Madeleine surmised) she submitted. Her hands reached down and gripped the bottom of her dress. She pulled it up over her body, revealing her reddened ass, her black thong, a tight stomach, and finally two heaving mounds of perfect alabaster flesh. Her breasts were firm with hard, pink nipples standing up. Her arousal was undeniable, and her eyes, though strained, showed a fierce desire.

Jason released his grip long enough to allow the dress to be completely removed, then resumed his previous hold. She looked up at him, lips pressed together and eyes pleading for him to continue.

"Unzip my pants." He demanded, standing closer to her.

Janine's hands shot up without hesitation, pulling at Jason's zipper and button. 

"Pull out my dick." He continued.

She pulled his pants down slightly, reaching in and freed his dick from his boxers. 

Madeleine increased her pressure and speed of her fingers against her clit, fighting back moans as she stared at Jason's throbbing cock. He was long and reasonably thick. He wasn't built like a porn star, for sure, but he certainly had enough to fill her needs. Janine's needs, she mentally corrected.



"Put it in your mouth." Jason's voice was firm and low. 



Janine needed no further encouragement. On her knees in front of Jason, she leaned forward and greedily pulled the head of his dick into her mouth. Her lips caressed the head of his cock, sucking and licking as her hand moved up and down the shaft slowly. Her lips descended farther, pulling him farther into her mouth. Her hands slid to his thighs, gripping him and pulling him forward as she began to pull him in and out of her mouth. 



She continued, stopping to lick the head of his cock when she needed to breathe, then continuing to pull half of his dick into her mouth over and over, using his thighs for leverage. His hips matched her efforts, pumping back and forth rhythmically to help her lick and suck more of his dick.



"Use your hands." He guided.



Janine continued as if she had not heard.



"Stroke my cock with your hands." Jason repeated firmly.



Again, Janine continued as if she was unwilling, or simply not paying attention.



Jason reached to the side, fetching his discarded over shirt from the edge of the bed. He pulled Janine back, her mouth still reaching for him, craving to suck on him more. He pulled up her wrists, ignoring her pleas, and slid them neatly through the arm holes of his over shirt. With a twist of fabric, the shirt became a makeshift set of handcuffs, pinning Janine's wrists together over her head. Jason pushed back, wrapping the remainder of the shirt around the short bedpost at the corner of their king sized bed. He tied it off, leaving Janine on her knees, hands bound above her and anchored to a wooden pillar.



Her lips had found him again while he worked, feverishly licking at him and pulling him into her mouth again as he worked to restrain her.



With his hands free, and hers bound, Jason stepped away and shed his pants completely. Janine writhed against her bonds, pleading with her eyes and her moans for him to come back. He obliged her.



"You disobeyed me again." He said through gritted teeth. He gruffly grasped his favorite tuft of hair with one hand, and guided his cock towards her mouth with the other. "Now you cannot use your hands at all..."




The Lesson



He pushed himself into her mouth, pumping back and forth quicker and quicker. He moaned as her lips coursed over his skin, pausing only to command her to lick when he wanted to feel her tongue along the length of his shaft. Then, when he wanted more, he would push her head onto the length of his dick again.

He thrusts slowed, though Madeleine watched intently as he began pushing deeper. He wasn't huge, no more than 7 inches, though Janine clearly could not fit the entirety of his manhood in her mouth without it going down her throat as well. Janine's hands gripped the wooden bedpost, and both Jason and Madeleine's eyes darted to her fingers as he pushed farther and farther into her mouth. On his final press, he slowly pushed his dick all the way into Janine's mouth. His cock found his way over her tongue and down her throat, her lips pressed tightly to the base of his shaft as her eyes pressed closed.

Her fingers did not tap the wood.

Madeleine felt a surge through her legs. The moment was so pure, so carnal. Had he asked for her to deep throat him like that, there would have been hesitation, awkwardness, and possibly even a denial due to fear. But here, she watched them push each other to their limits, and watched the gleam in Janine's eyes as she reopened them and looked up to Jason. Madeleine didn't know if that was the first time she had been pressed that far successfully, though she could see the victory shining in her gaze.

Unable to resist any more, Madeleine gasped with pleasure, following the sharp exhalation with a cry of bliss. She was so close to cumming. Her fingers had moved her lacey panties aside, touching her clit directly in tight circles. The tips of her fingers had explored down and penetrated past her moist lips several times to build up more lubrication, though they had always returned to stimulate her clit harder and faster. 

Jason's sharp gaze caught her almost immediately, and realization of what she had done washed over her. She stopped immediately, frozen in her tracks. She had disobeyed him, and knew what that could mean.

But I didn't mean to! It was an accident! She thought frantically. The signal! I can tap my fingers twice to show him it was an accident, he'll understand.

Janine's voice floated through her mind from earlier. "Give it up. Let them have the control."

Her heart pounded in her chest as her free hand locked up against her stomach. With a clear signal as Jason watched, her index and middle fingers curled down with the rest of her fingers into a fist against her stomach.

She was daring him to punish her. No, she corrected herself again. She was allowing him to punish her, because she wanted him to.

Jason suppressed another grin, returning to his dominant role as he spoke. "Madeleine, you were doing so well... I'm disappointed. You'll stop that, now. You're not allowed to cum unless I give you permission."

"Yes , Jason." Madeleine said meekly. Her hand pulled out from her skirt and folded neatly onto her lap.

He looked down at Janine with a pleased look. "You've done very well, Janine. I think you deserve a reward."

Janine looked up, gasping for breath and causing her tits to rise and fall. "Thank you, Jason."

"I want you to put Madeleine on the bed on her hands and knees." Jason said firmly, not even looking to Madeleine as he did. He reached over, untying Janine's hands as he finished his command.

As Janine rose and moved over to Madeleine, Jason crossed the room and began fishing in a drawer for something. Janine took Madeleine by the hand, a mischievous grin on her face. Madeleine couldn't help herself, either. Her cheeks were flushed, and her short, quick breaths prominently displayed her arousal.

Janine led her onto the bed, crawling up onto the covers with her as she guided her friend onto her hands and knees. Madeleine felt exposed and dirty, though the carnal atmosphere of the room made it feel right. She felt as if it was acceptable to be like this here. They were not judging her, nor would they make her feel embarrassed, because she was in control.

Jason stood by the bed behind Madeleine, and spoke firmly. "Janine, get behind Madeleine. Madeleine, you will keep your gaze forward at all times. You are not to look back."

"Yes, Jason." Madeleine agreed.

Madeleine heard something behind her. Janine was on her knees behind her, she knew that, but what was that clinking sound? There was the sound of fabric sliding against fabric, followed by a clink of something small and metal pressing into place.

Jason moved around the bed, sliding up onto the mattress and resting against the headboard a few feet from Madeleine's head. He watched with an amused smile. "Madeleine, reach back and lift up your skirt."

Madeleine, slightly confused as she expected Jason to be fucking her right now... it's what she wanted, after all, however he was not. He idly stroked his rock hard cock as he watched and grinned. Despite her questions, she reached back and pulled her skirt up to her waist.

"Good." He continued. "Now pull your panties down, and hold them at your thighs."

Madeleine reached back, hooking her thumbs around the fabric of the waistline of her panties. She quickly realized that having to use both hands to do so, and holding them at thigh level cause her to do two things. One, her torso was no longer supported by her arms, so she had to rest her cheek on the comforter, raising her ass and pussy up in offering to Janine behind her. Secondly, holding her panties like this was true submission. It felt as if she was presenting herself, almost framing her pussy for Janine.

"Janine is going to fuck you now." Jason said calmly. "However you are not allowed to cum until I say you can cum. Do you understand?"

Madeleine didn't. How could Janine fuck her? Would she use her tongue? Maybe a vibrator? Either way, she desperately wanted to be touched, and could not wait any longer. "Yes!" She agreed loudly. "Please fuck me Janine!"

Janine gripped Madeleine's hips with both of her hands. Madeleine had been taken like this in the past by boyfriends, though the contrast was sharp. Janine's hands were much smaller and softer. Her grip was not powerful, rather gentle. It did not help to prepare her for when she felt a thick, hard object press against her pussy lips.

Both of her hands are on me! Madeleine thought, tensing up. Then, as she felt her pussy spread and begin to be penetrated, realization hit her. She's wearing a strap on... That's what those sounds were.

Her thoughts became jumbled after that. Janine began to pump the thick strap on dildo in and out of Madeleine's pussy. Small vibrations were felt from the toy, mostly on Madeleine's outer pussy lips. It felt as if the toy had a vibrator somewhere at the base, giving more sensation to the outside than in.

Madeleine began to moan heavily, pressing back into her punishment to encourage Janine to fuck her harder. She wanted her to push the dildo all the way in, to bury it harder and faster into her pussy. She wanted to get fucked as Jason watched and cum all over Janine's toy. Hungry for more, she decided to tell Jason she was not yet satisfied. Disobeying him again, she looked over her shoulder at Janine.

The brief glance was amazing. Her supple breasts shook up and down with each thrust, and her beautiful red hair swung back and forth with each gyration of her hips. Janine's face, however, contorted with ecstasy of her own. Madeleine guessed the strap-on likely had a double head, perhaps even just a vibrating section, that pleased it's user as much as the recipient. 

"Madeleine, you've been a bad girl again." Jason warned. He slid across the bed and knelt in front of her. He pulled her head up gently, gripping her hair with one hand, and supporting her torso by the shoulders with the other. He seemed to be going much softer on her than he had Janine. "Open your mouth."

Madeleine opened her mouth as her eyes trailed up to Jason's. The look was hungry and lustful, and told him to take her as he wanted.

With a smile, Jason pushed his cock into Madeleine's mouth.

The trio writhed together on the bed. Janine reached forward from the throes of her passion long enough to slide Madeleine's top up over her tits. With a snap of her bra, Madeleine's breasts fell free from her clothing and began to rock back and forth with Janine's thrusts. 

Jason guided Madeleine's head up and down on his dick, pushing in over half of his manhood past her lips and over her tongue quicker and quicker.

Madeleine moaned in bliss. Her hands still clamped around her panties, though she longed for them to be free so she could rub her clit and help guide Jason's cock into her mouth. She sucked on him greedily, tasting the teases of precum at the tip of his dick as her tongue snaked around his shaft and massaged him closer to orgasm. Meanwhile, she felt the dildo and Janine's hips slapping into and against her over and over. Her rhythmic thrusts began to shudder, however, as Janine clearly got closer and closer to orgasm herself.

Jason watched the face of his lover contort as she began to cum. He felt a surge from within himself at the sight of her pleasure. Gripping Madeleine's head in his hand, he began to pump faster.

"Madeleine, you're allowed to cum now." He panted. "Use your fingers to rub your clit, and swallow my cum as you do."

Madeleine's body practically bucked at the command. Her skin burned to be touched, and almost rocked into an orgasm before her fingers even found her waiting clit. She heard Jason moan and shudder as she bobbed up and down on his cock, welcoming his cum into her mouth and swallowing it so she could suck and bring him to cum more. Her own legs shook and gave out. Had Janine not been holding her tightly, screaming in pleasure herself as she ground her hips into Madeleine's, Madeleine surely would have collapsed to the bed.

After the moment had passed, all three of them collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily and sweating. Madeleine lay between the other two, who eventually cuddled in around her. Janine kissed absently at Madeleine's shoulder and neck, while Jason rolled to his side and pulled both of them into his arms.

Madeleine curled up, smiling to herself at what had turned into a wonderful night.



The Lesson



Hi Everyone, this is my first submission to Literotica. I've been reading for years and finally put together a story of my own. I hope you enjoy it. 

Please comment and/or vote. Positive or negative but please be constructive so I can learn and create better stories. This was a exciting experience and I am eager to write again! 

The Lesson

"Oh Hi sweetheart! How are you this afternoon?" Jason beamed into his cell phone. "Oh just stopped for a bite to eat. What are you up to?"

Christy sat across from Jason in the tiny diner that had been, for years, their lunchtime meeting place. A remodeled train car, Dan's Diner was a quaint little place on the side of I-12. The other patrons were the typical mix of truckers and traveling salesmen as Chris scanned the tiny joint becoming more and more upset. She and Jason had been having an affair for almost 8 years now. She had always known he was married but didn't care, until recently. They met at a sales seminar, Jason was 32 years old and just establishing himself in the company, while Chris had just graduated high school and was working part time at the hotel. Chris fell for his charm immediately and being that she planned on college, his marriage didn't matter to her. 

It was 8 years later now. Chris finished college, got a great job as the manager of the hotel she started working for when she met Jason, and was ready to take him up on all the promises of leaving his wife and starting their own life together. 

"Oh babe" Jason laughed into his cell further irritating Chris.

Since Jason and his wife never had planned on kids, Chris couldn't understand what was holding him back. The last few months had been rough for them. Jason repeatedly would take calls from his wife while with Chris and their time alone had been slowly disappearing.

"Alright Baby Doll... love you too! See you tonight" Jason hung up the phone sealing his fate.

Oh no he did not! Chris thought to herself. "Baby Doll" was her nickname! That was it. She was going to make him pay for that. Chris had an idea, but was unsure whether or not to go thru with it, but now she was completely sure. The rest of their lunch was typical; a lot of flirting, some light petting and more promises from Jason. 

3 Days Later.

Chris dressed in her favorite black leather corset, thigh high black leather boots, fishnet stockings and a black leather choker. She did her make-up flawlessly and did her long black hair up in a very professional and sexy style. Next she put on a very conservative tailored grey pant suit and neck high blouse that hid her corset and choker. In a black duffle bag, Chris packed some supplies to carry out her plan, put it in the trunk of her car and, after placing a quick call, headed out to Jason's house.

It was 3:00pm when Chris pulled into the drive of Jason's secluded home. A large three story Victorian styled home nestled deep in the woods of his 20 acre property. She checked herself in the mirror, took a deep breath and approached the door.

Ding-Dong... moments later, the door opened.

Meanwhile, Jason was closing his biggest deal of the month. Once all the details were taken care of, he called in the order and told the office he was taking the rest of the week off. Jason tried calling Christy, but she never answered. He sat in the parking lot of the Motel 6 disappointed. He was hoping to have time with her since his wife wouldn't expect him home for another four hours. His mind wandered to the many times they were together. Originally it had been a somewhat normal affair. However, after discovering Dom/Sub relationships, Chris took him as her slave. Reluctant at first, it took Jason only a few hours to give her full control over him when they had their little meetings. Thanks to her, he was able to explore all kinds of things that he never would have experienced otherwise. Grabbing his cell, he dialed her number again... no answer. Dejected, he headed home.

The house was quiet as Jason entered thru the side door. "Hey Babe... I'm home!" he shouted to Genevieve. "Gen baby, where are ya?" he grabbed a beer from the fridge and made his way thru the kitchen and into the living room. 

SMASH!

Beer and glass went everywhere as the bottle slid from Jason's hand and crashed down onto the marble floor. His jaw hung open in disbelief, eyes wide and dilated. 

"What are you doing Chris?"

She stood in her leather corset, fishnets, choker, and boots in the center of the room. Next to her was a black duffle bag.

"Get a towel and clean up your mess Slave. Now!" Chris shouted, her tone clearly put her in control. Jason hurried back to the kitchen to retrieve a towel. Upon returning he began cleaning and looking around...

"Chris, what if Gen..."

"Shut the fuck up Slave. I did not give you permission to speak."

Jason dropped his head and finished cleaning the beer before retuning the towel to the kitchen. He walked back into the living room stopping just outside the door, head bowed.

"Mistress, permission to speak?"

"Denied Slave. Get over here and undress."

He did as he was told. Chris uncrossed her arms and pointed to the bag. "Slave" is all she said. Jason knelt and opened the bag in front of him, pulling out first a black leather crop, he handed it to Chris. Next he pulled out a smaller bag which he then opened. Removing its contents and looking up at his Mistress. Chris took the crop and smacked it hard against his outer thigh. "Put it on Slave" she commanded. He complied, placing the steel "8" around his cock and then feeding his balls thru the other ring. He then connected a strap that went from the back under his balls, up his ass and over each hip and connected to the ring on either side of his cock. The cold steel and leather felt amazing and Jason loved wearing his Slave attire. Once this was done, he placed the collar around his neck and locked it in place. Jason knew once the collar was on, he officially belonged to Chris no matter what. This was his greatest challenge yet, forced to submit in his own home when his wife could return at any moment.

"You have been disappointing me a lot lately. Apparently my methods of punishment have not been adequate. Do you have any suggestions?"

"No Mistress, I am truly sorry. I only live to please you." Jason replied with terror in his voice. 

"Well we will see if I let you live then. On your knees Slave." Obeying, Jason knelt down. "Tell me why I should keep you alive."

"I serve only you Mistress. I do as I am told, when I am told. I am at your disposal." 

"And that is special how Slave? I have many slaves that obey much better than you."

"With all do respect Mistress; I am more talented than they are. I have struggled of late in my obedience, but my skills, the skills you have taught me are much better, this I am sure of."

With that, Christy smiled. She knew he was now in the proper mindset to proceed in her plan. She left the room, only to return a moment later with Genevieve in tow. Gen had been in the study just off the living room listening to the entire showdown. Gen was naked, her 5'6" frame totally exposed. Her shoulder length brown hair had been pulled back into pig-tails. A pure white cotton rope bound her elbows behind her back forcing her perky tits to jut out from her chest. The dark areolas proudly displayed. Chris had her gagged with a thin white strap that stood out wonderfully from her deep olive toned skin. She led Gen into the living room and had Gen kneel, spreading her legs and resting her butt on her heels.

"OK Slave, tell me what skills you seem to think are so valuable to me that I should spare your pathetic life."

"Mistress you have taught me how toplease you in so many ways, and I will prove it if you let me Ma'am" Gen's eyes were wide as saucers listening to her husband of 10 years brag about his ability to please a woman. Their sex life could not have been more vanilla. Once a month, missionary style, little if any foreplay is what she had come to expect from Jason. It never varied. 

Well let's just see then shall we? I will not be the judge however. I have a special person in mind. I think you know her quite well. She surely knows your skill level wouldn't you agree Slave?" 

"Uhm... Yes Mistress" Jason stammered out. He wasn't sure what Chris had in mind, but he knew the love making sessions with Gen were, well, boring.

"Mistress Christy?" a deep voice boomed from the kitchen.

"Stay in the kitchen Slave. Have you done as instructed?"

"Yes Ma'am, we are all present and ready." The voice replied

"Good, I will summon you in a moment." Christy shouted before turning to Jason and Gen to explain her plan. "You see Slave, Gen here is going to help me decide which of my slaves is the best at pleasing a woman. Your job is to stand here and watch. During the test, you will not be allowed to move or speak. Is that understood?"

"Y-y-y-yes Ma'am" Jason replied, swallowing the large lump in his throat. 

In the kitchen stood six men. They were all in typical slave attire. The first was a young boy; he didn't look a day over 18! He had blonde hair, blue eyes and a surfer style body, muscular, but very slim with an average sized cock. The second man was about 30ish. He had light brown hair cut very short, an average build but a rather large cock. The third man was older, mid 40's but in very good shape. He was completely bald... head to toe. His cock was about 8" limp. Next was a young black man, very well built. He looked like an athlete, tattoos covered his powerful body and the stereotype lived on. His cock was massive, long, thick and still limp. The fifth man was also black, he was a little older and not in very good shape. But he was still a very attractive man, and like the others, well endowed. Lastly there was an Asian man. He looked young also, maybe in his 20's. He had a slim frame like that of the surfer, no body hair to speak of and an average cock.

Christy began explaining to Gen how the test was to run. "OK Gen, you are my judge today. In the kitchen, are 6 men, one at a time they will enter the living room. You may take whatever position you wish to be fucked in. He will do his best to make you cum. I will only allow them to be with you for eight minutes each. Once the eight minutes are up, they will be told to step aside and allow the next to come in. If you wish, you may call the next man before the time is up. That will be up to you. Once each of them has their turn the test is over. I will then ask you who has won. Is that clear?"

Gen nodded her head in agreement.

"Good, I will remove your gag and unbind your arms if you agree to behave."

Gen again nodded and Christy proceeded to remove the gag and untie her hands. 

"Jason doesn't get to fuck me at all" Gen asked as the gag was removed.

"He has been auditioning for 10 years Gen; I think you know his skills. Alright then, is there anything you need right now to get started?" 

"No" Gen replied and looked around. She walked over to the couch and sat down. "Is this OK?" she asked Chris.

"Wherever and however you wish Gen." Christy replied with a smile before barking out to the kitchen, "Slaves, get ready. I want the first one out here in two minutes." Chris got down and began kissing and licking Gen's thighs. "We need to get you ready too don't we?" she said with a sweet innocent smile. Her hands caressed Gen's legs as she worked her way up to her pussy. "My my my, looks like someone is ready on her own!" Christy slowly stroked Gen's pussy with her wet tongue. Gen was shocked. Instead of being repulsed, she was more aroused than ever before. She instinctively grabbed Christy's head and pushed in into her. Christy then pushed Gen's knees up and further apart as she slid her tongue up and down from Gen's now throbbing clit to her tight virgin asshole.

Just as Gen was getting really starting to enjoy having a woman please her, Christy pulled away, "Slave!" She barked as the first man jumped up and entered the living room. He approached Gen on the couch and knelt in front of her.

"This is Slave Kyle, you may begin Kyle" Christy introduced him and stepped back. He wasted no time picking up right where Christy left off. Using his mouth, Kyle licked, stroked, and sucked at Gen's womanhood. He too did not ignore Gen's little rosebud, something completely new and very arousing to her. Kyle then grabbed his cock and slid it up and down Gen's wet pussy lips, spreading them a little more each time. He then gently pressed the head inside her. Pausing for a moment, he then pushed forcefully into her. His hands massaged her breasts and rolled her hard nipples between his fingers as she caressed his chest and stomach. He rhythmically fucked her tight pussy, rolling his hips until he read her body and entered her at an angle that made her body squirm. He continued his assault on her body, as her heart raced, Gen closed her eyes and drifted. 

"Slave!" Chris' voice boomed thru the room as time had elapsed and it was time for the second. Gen was torn back to the reality of the event. The next slave strode thru the door and into the living room; it was the older white man.

"This is Slave Robert, you may reposition if you wish before Robert begins." Gen rolled onto her side, and raised her leg. Robert knelt between her outstretched legs. With a flat wide tongue, he stroked her from ass to clit with just one slow motion sending shivers up Gen's spine. He then climbed onto the couch, straddled her one leg, throwing the other over his shoulder and eased his 9" cock into her soaking pussy. Gen held her breath as it slide deep inside her, reaching places never reached before by a man's cock. 

When Roberts cock had fully penetrated her, he held still. Then slowly he pressed hard against her diving another inch deeper, then pulling out two, back in, and out three. He continued this slow deep thrusting. The feelings were like none other for Gen. She loved that! She was playing with her clit with one hand and caressing her nipples with the other. Robert leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth, gently sucking and raking his teeth across the sensitive skin. He continued his mission, thrusting his thick cock into Gen while reaching around and teasing her ass with his thumb. He gently circled it and applied light pressure in the center occasionally. Gen had never allowed Jason to play with her ass. She thought it was gross. However, with her in such a state of arousal, she found it wildly erotic.

"Slave!" Chris called again for another slave. The man strode thru the door stroking his fat cock.

"This is Todd. His is a slave in training. He still has a lot of learning to do. However, as you see he has a very thick cock. Thinker than all the rest, and I felt the contrast would be good for this test. Again, you may reposition before Todd begins." Gen thought for a moment of how best to allow Todd full penetration. He was not long by any means so she wanted to help him out as much as possible. She sat back up, slid forward so her ass hung over the edge a little, then pulled her legs up and as wide as she could, opening herself up completely to him. Todd knelt on the floor and, similar to the men before him, slowly licked Gen's engorged pussy lips. Flicking across her clit he used his thumb to stimulate her anus as he was taught. Gen was beyond the terror of this event and needed release. 

"Oh god, put it in me Todd, fuck me please!" she cried as Jason's heart sunk in his chest. 'Could I be more humiliated he thought?' as he stood there watching his wife beg to be fucked by a stranger. 

Todd complied, placed the head of his cock at her opening. The head almost eclipsed her entire pussy! He pushed slowly into her as she gasped at the girth. Her pussy stretched to accommodate this massive invader causing spasms thru her entire body. 

"Oh god deeper!" Gen begged as she reached down and pulled him to her. His length thrust into her as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Todd suddenly tensed up; Gen's pussy was still spasming around it as she felt him unload his sperm into her. Todd pulled out and bowed his head in shame.

"That's OK Todd, go stand over there with the other slaves. I should have known you were not ready for such a test. You did well." Christy encouraged Todd as he stood and moved next to Kyle and Robert. Christy knelt down between Gen's outstretched legs. She eagerly began lapping up the cum Todd had left. Methodically she sucked every drop off before sliding her fingers deep inside Gen to retrieve the rest. Scooping it out with two fingers she them into her mouth, sucking them clean. She returned for a second helping, this time offering them to Gen as Jason looked on. "Would you like to try my dear?" Christy whispered, holding her cum soaked fingers inches from Gen's crimson lips. Gen said nothing; she simply opened her mouth and sucked in Christy's fingers. Her tongue swirled around them, gathering Todd's cum. Christy pulled them out while Gen savored the gift, licking her lips before allowing it to travel down her throat. A soft moan escaped Gen's lips making Christy smile.

"Slave!"

The next man to enter the living room was the athletic black man. When Gen saw him she immediately got excited. She'd never had a cock that big in her and his physique alone made her hot! "I want to ride him!" she demanded, getting more into the spirit of the event.

"No."

"This is Slave Ken and No. You are not allowed to have that kind of control or it would ruin the test. However, if you wish, he can fuck you standing up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. But you must allow him to provide all the movement." 

"I understand; standing would be great!" Gen replied as she approached Ken. Not allowing him the opportunity to please her orally, she jumped into his strong arms. He took a few steps over to the wall and leaned on it for support. Gen quickly wrapped her legs around his muscle clad body as her arms encompassed his neck. Ken guided his cock to her pussy. He reached up and took hold of her shapely hips with is massive hands and pressed her down onto his waiting cock, filling her completely. He then reached underneath her, cupping her ass and began lifting and lowering her wanton body onto his thick cock. As she was lowered she would grind her hips in a vain attempt to press her clit against his belly. Chris would have none of this 'cheating' and promptly reminded her of the rules with a sharp smack of her crop against her taunt ass. Gen went limp and allowed Ken to use her like a fuck doll. His pace varied as he pounded her tight pussy, giving Gen pleasure she had never felt before. 

With a nod from Christy, Ken stopped thrusting and grabbed Gen by the waist. In a quick fluid motion, he spun the petite woman around so her knees rested on his shoulder, and her face was inches from his throbbing cock. Ken slid his tongue into her, reveling at her flavor. Gen hung there, Kens massive arms wrapped tightly around her waist while he tongued her womanhood. His cock bounced inches from her face. She so wanted to take it in her mouth, but was afraid that Christy would be upset and strike her with her crop. She kept looking up at Christy, hoping she would turn around so Gen could briefly slide Ken's throbbing cock in her hungry mouth. Suddenly Gen felt a wet pressure against her anus. Ken was pressing his long slender tongue into her. The feeling was indescribable! Gen never had anything in her ass before. This was remarkable, and she immediately sucked Ken's cock into her mouth, moaning as she did. 

While Ken fucked her virgin ass with his long wet tongue, Gen grabbed Ken's ass and was forcing more and more of his cock down her throat. Christy looked on in pride as her plan was going wonderfully! Jason however was not happy at all. As the two pleased each other, Christy caught Ken's look, telling her he was close as he began bucking his hips, fucking her flawless face. Christy smiled and offered a slight nod, giving Ken the permission he so eagerly wanted. 




The Lesson



Jason wanted badly to turn away. He could not stand to see his wife in this position, let alone having Ken cum in her mouth. She hated that! He couldn't turn away so he just closed his eyes. Ken withdrew his tongue from Gen's ass with a moan of disappointment coming from around his pulsing cock. He replaced it with his think middle finger, sliding it to the second knuckle. Gen responded by sucking harder on Ken's cock as his orgasm built. He held her tightly as she stroked her hands up and down his cock as it erupted in her mouth. Much to Jason's horror, Gen's muffled moans drown out those of Ken while she sucked and swallowed every drop as her own orgasm neared as well. But as with the previous slaves, Chris called for the next slave just moments before Gen could achieve an orgasm.

"Slave!" Gen hung her head and moaned in disappointment as Ken set her down and took his place in line next to the other slaves.

"Gen, this is Slave Kim. Please get into position before Kim begins." Gen sat back down on the couch, raising her heels up to the cushion and spreading her legs for her next lover. Kim approached her, and then he stopped. He looked her over intently. Then taking a step forward, he placed a hand gently on her raised knee.

"May I?" he asked in a sweet soft voice. Gen was taken by the demeanor of this man. She simply nodded her head, her eyes transfixed on Kim. He tenderly pushed her knees together and then, grabbing them both he rolled them to the couch so Gen's ass was exposed, her thighs tight together. Taking her hand in his, he placed a light soft kiss on the back.

"Thank-you" he whispered into her ear as he knelt down and positioned his cock and gently almost sensuously penetrated her. He slowly stroked in and out, adjusting slightly each time. Watching her face and placing one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, he read her body. When he found the proper angle he began thrusting in earnest. His cock stroked her g-spot with every thrust, driving her mind to another world. Lost, Gen only had a distant sense of her body rocking with Kim's thrusting. 

Christy knew where Gen was, she was well aware of Kim's skills and she knew the look on Gen's face. Smiling, Chris approached Kim and whispered to him. Kim nodded, slowing his pace and eventually pulling himself from her. As Gen returned and realized Kim had withdrawn, she demanded an explanation.

"What the hell? It hasn't been 8 minutes! Why did he stop!?" 

"Relax Gen, I instructed him to. You have one more and I think you need a little break." Chris explained in a soothing voice.

"Fuck a break! I want that cock now! Kim get back over here and fuck me!"

"You seem to forget who is in charge here Gen. Do I need to get the gag and restrain you?"

"I'm sorry... no you don't need to do that. I'll behave."

"Good, relax for a second, and get ready for the last slave."

Gen was not looking forward to that part. But before she could get nervous...

"Slave!" Christy called for the last guy. 

"This is Slave David. Last one Gen, get ready please." Gen sat up on the couch, legs spread wide, just like she had been when Kim started. David approached her like the rest and began to slide his massive cock into her. He fit her perfectly. She loved the feel of his cock from the very moment he pressed into her. It was the right width, the right length, the right motion, the right everything! She got so excited, her legs wrapped around him, heels locking behind his back. Her level of arousal had reached a mind numbing peak and David was the perfect finale. She was not about to let him go until she finally came. 

Christy had been slightly distracted, going down the line, thanking her slaves for their performance when she noticed Gen. Quickly she grabbed her crop and shouted "David, Stop!" He stopped immediately.

"NO! Fuck me goddamit! David! You better keep fucking that pussy you piece of shit!" Gen demanded as her legs forcefully pulled David into her.

"Enough is enough!" Christy lashed out striking Gen hard on the thigh with her crop, drawing blood. She yanked David from her clutches as Gen writhed in pain.

"Bind her ankles and wrists, and put the gag back in." Christy left the room briefly. Returning, Gen was on the floor tied as directed, blood trickled down her thigh. Jason had not participated; instead he just stood there watching. Christy knelt down beside Gen with the first aid kit. She cleaned the small cut, wiped the blood form Gen's leg and placed a bandage over it.

"Well now..." Christy began, calmness in her voice "... since you cannot follow directions, the test is complete."

"MO!!" Gen struggled to shout her disapproval thru the gag, her pleading eyes staring at Christy, helpless, lost, and wanton.

"What is it my dear? You have no self control. I cannot allow my slaves to be at risk with someone whom they cannot trust." She reached down and pulled the gag from Gen's mouth allowing her the opportunity to respond.

"I'm sorry Christy" Gen began, as tears poured from her eyes "it's just that I have never had any of those feelings before. And in the spirit of the test, I have not been able to decide since I have yet cum! You stated that each man was going to be given the opportunity to do that. So since it has not happened, I don't think the test can be considered complete." Christy smiled; this was going better than expected!

"My dear, I am not sure I understand exactly what it is you are saying."

"Please give me another chance to finish your test." Gen pleaded.

"It's OK Gen you have done well; I will take my men and leave you two alone from now on." 

"Oh thank god" Jason chimed in, relieved that this whole experience was over.

Gen however did not share her husband's relief. "NO" she shouted, "it's not OK. You said these guys were all going to make me cum! I have not. I demand they make me cum!!"

"What?! Gen shut up! Let Chris leave." Jason broke in.

SMACK

Christy brought her crop down across Jason's chest. "YOU will not speak to her that way Slave. Apparently you still have not learned your lesson. Gen, my dear, you may have your wish. In fact," Christy turns to her line of slaves, "you will obey Ms. Gen as if she were me. Anything she asks, you will do without hesitation. Is that clear?" The slaves reply in unison that they understand their Mistress' orders. "Good, untie her then."

Once untied, Gen asked that all the slaves except Jason partake in the events. Jason was to sit in the chair and watch. She also asked if Christy would join them, to which Christy happily agreed. Gen approached Christy, reaching up she kissed the younger woman, their hands caressing their bodies giving fuel not only to their own passion, but also to that of the men that surrounded them. Gen pushed Christy to the floor and straddled her face, lowing herself onto her and placing her own mouth between Christy's open thighs. She then commanded the men, "Slaves, you are free to do as you wish, just make me cum, cum hard, and cum often!" 

Immediately the women were crowded by the 6 throbbing cocks. Gen grabbed two of them, Todd and Kim and began stroking them with her hand when Ken moved in and slid his cock into her open mouth. Meanwhile, Christy licked and sucked at Gen's clit and Kyle joined her licking Gen's sensitive rosebud. Jason sat there in disgust as his wife was manhandled by the men while David and Robert stood back waiting their turn. It wasn't long before the stimulation of her clit by Christy brought Gen to her first earth shattering orgasm. She leaned back forcing herself onto Christy's talented tongue as she shuttered, giving Todd and Kim a little extra vibrations as well as Ken who was now rapidly fucking her face for the second time today. Gen's juices ran out covering Christy's face as she lapped them up eagerly. 

As she came down from her first high, the guys switched positions and Gen dropped her face to Christy to return the favor or her first female induced orgasm. She mimicked the movements of Christy as stoked her thighs and teased her ass with her manicured fingertips. Gen licked at Christy's pussy like a mad woman, eager to taste her. Christy quickly complied as the actions of the day had already had her at an incredible state of arousal. Panting, Gen asked that everyone take a step back as she and Christy rose, walked hand in hand into the kitchen and returned with a couple glasses of champagne.

"Well baby... you want to tell them or should I?" Christy asked Gen.

"Oh I think it sounds better coming from you, you have such a way of commanding obedience"

"Ok sweetie," Christy turned to her slaves "Ken get on the couch, David and Robert, Gen wants you two behind the couch, Kim come stand next to me, Jason you too, Kyle and Todd please kneel next to Ken on the couch." They all complied and Gen looked on, licking her lips and stroking her pussy. Once they were all in position, Gen walked up and climbed on the couch, straddling Ken's muscular thighs. She Reached back and grabbing his cock, positioned it at the slick entrance to her pussy and slid down his hard shaft. Shrieking at its depth, she sat still briefly getting used to it again before turning her head to Kim. 

"Kim, I want you to fuck my ass. I have never done this before so please be gentle. Jason, you piece of shit... I want you to hold my ass open for Kim." Jason looked at Christy for some help but she just glared back at him dismissing his silent cries. Kneeling down, he did as he was told, grabbing a handful of ass cheek in each hand, he spread his wife's perfect ass, exposing the tight dark entrance. Christy knelt, sucking Kim's cock and covering it with spit for lubrication before allowing him to move into position. He pushed slowing against the tight opening. His head finally breaking the seal as he stopped, allowing Gen to get used to the invasion. She moaned and reached out for Kyle and Todd's cocks, stroking them as her ass stretched for Kim. 

Panting heavily, she encouraged Kim to push further in. He did so until he was fully inside her. She moaned again, the feeling of having two cocks in her at once was marvelous. She then leaned forward and sucked David into her open mouth. The men all started slowly fucking their own part of this voracious woman. Gen took turns with David and Robert as they each gripped her head and fucked her mouth. The room was filled with moans, groans and the wonderful scent of sex. Minutes passed as the men had such a rhythm going that Gen was lost. Her mind overwrought with the continued barrage of pleasure sent from every inch of her body. Her heart was racing, her chest heaving, as every orifice was teeming with cock. 

Tingles shot from her spine throughout her entire body as she struggled to intake enough oxygen to fuel her body. She was barely breathing, her eyes rolled back into her head as she froze. Her hands clamped down hard on the cocks in them; similarly her lips squeezed its invader and her pussy and ass shuddered uncontrollably.

She awoke, still on top of Ken, her head resting on his strong shoulder. Her body numb from the most powerful orgasm imaginable. Christy was next to them, smiling.

"You ok baby?"

"Hmmmm... oh god Christy, I am wonderful! Thank-you for this. How can I ever repay you?" 

With a smirk, Christy replied "Oh...I think I have an idea."

1 Month Later.

Jason entered the kitchen from another long week at work. "I'm home!" he shouted. 

"We....are....in....the....study" came the reply. Jason walked thru the door to find Gen on her hands and knees, Christy thrusting a strap-on feverously into Gen's ass while she sucked on Ken's cock. 

"Is my punishment over?" he pleaded, needed so badly to release his sexual tension.

"No Slave, it has only been 30 days. I don't think you learned your lesson for ignoring me and disobeying Christy! Now stand there and watch, maybe you can learn how to please a woman!" Gen shot back.



The Lesson



I am watching as you arrive for your lesson.  I have been watching you for weeks, smelling that wonderful perfume, and feeling you so close.  Imagining what you feel like if I held you close.

You step out of your car and I see those amazing legs and the way you move as you walk towards me.  I am so aroused but cannot tell you, I know you are married and have children, but you also have the most amazing body and incredible eyes.  

I cannot help but want what can never be mine.  I cannot give even the slightest indication that I am so attracted to you, for risk you will not return.

As I pick the bag of clubs up and slip the strap over my shoulder, I thought, just for a second I caught you looking at me, that was such a strange feeling.  I truly felt as if I could see the lust in your eyes, could this be ?  or am I just imagining it since YOU are my fantasy, my deepest desire.

I set the clubs up and turn on the electronic target so that we can begin your lesson.  I am describing which club we will be working with first and now I am sure you are looking at me differently today, something is different.  Then I notice you are wearing makeup and a low cut shirt, I find myself staring and lose my train of thought.

I help you into the proper stance adjusting your legs, arms and shoulders.  I step behind you to adjust your stance and grip on the club.  We are so close, closer than lovers in a passionate embrace, but we continue with the lesson.

As I am explaining the swing I see you staring directly into my eyes, feel you crawling inside my soul, I feel a warmth, a glow, the beginnings of passion as if I feel your thoughts.  If only you were thinking those lustful things I am imagining.  If only you desired me as much as I want you.

It is a good day, your swing is much improved, we are close each time we try a new club.  I am nearly certain I feel you lean into me just a little more each time.  It is impossible to hide my arousal, I am sure you can feel my cock touching you, throbbing through the layers of material that separate us.

As we are nearing the end of the lesson and I am helping you with the follow through of your swing my arms brush across your breasts, and I know I hear you make a sound, it sounds so primal, even if just for a split second.  It was nearly a moan.  I also felt your nipple rub against me, could YOU be as aroused as I am.

You have hugged me the last few times your lesson was over and as I walk towards you I can see you trying to stand at an angle, your nipples protrude through the thin material and you seem to be uncomfortable standing there.  I decide in my mind I will embrace you just a little tighter to feel you press up against me.  To feel your heart beating and your breath on my neck.

As I approach I cannot help but notice your gaze, it is different, such a far away look in your eyes, as if you are not there, but somewhere else.  I imagine that you are thinking of groceries or the kids or something else.

As we embrace I hold you tightly against me, your nipples tightly pressed against my chest and I hear you make the noise again.  Did I just hear that or is my mind playing an evil trick on me ?  Before the thought leaves my head you brush your lips across my ear lobe and rest your chin on my shoulder, as if not wanting to release.  I squeeze you just a little tighter and your hands fall to my ass.  I am now aroused beyond hiding it and you giggle and lick my ear lobe.

As I turn to look at you, hoping to get some direction, some confirmation of what I should do next you kiss me and brush your tongue across my lips.  I have never felt this way.  I now notice that your skirt is much shorter than normal and I can see the tops of your stockings.  I feel your hands dig gently into my ass as you whisper in my ear . . .

 " kiss me baby, kiss me again " No power in the world can stop me now.  I take you in my arms and make love to your mouth with my lips and tongue.  My hands begin to explore your body.  I feel you press your pussy tightly against me and rub it rhythmically which sends me into a frenzy of lust.

I lean back and begin to speak and you put your finger on my lips and say to me in a very low and sensuous whisper

" Don't talk baby, just kiss me, ravage me, make love to me, make me forget the world for a while "

And we embrace and kiss like no other kiss ever before; tongues, lips, our minds making love to each other, feeling and giving pleasure, pleasure that is forbidden, pleasure that is oh so badly needed, pleasure that teases our bodies, senses and minds . . .

I hold you tightly as we kiss, your breasts pressed tightly against my chest, so tightly I can feel your breath and your heartbeat.  I hold you, my arms wrapped around your waist, not sure where or what I can or should do.

I feel your hands caressing my neck and head and one of them slides down my back, teasing me with those fingernails, a winding and sensuous path to my ass and you grab hold firmly and pull me so close that my aroused cock teases your pussy through all the layers of propriety that separate our desires.

You can feel my cock throbbing and thrust your pelvis towards it, as if it calls to you, as if it teases you and your pussy becomes even more aroused and I feel your nipples now, pressing though that soft, sheer blouse, teasing my nipples as you rub them against me.

I feel as if I could cum just from the magic and heat we generate as we press our excited and aroused bodies so close, so tight.

Our kisses become very intense, you suck my tongue deeply into your mouth and make love to it just the way I would want those wonderful lips to make love to my cock, but I am not sure what to do or what will come next.

I lick and nibble on your ear lobe and neck and then whisper in your ear " Baby, I want to please you, I want to make love to your hot pussy with my tongue and lips " and in a very deep and animalistic growl you whisper back "

No, my pet, Not today . . . Today, I am in charge, today I will give the lesson, today I will take you where you have been taking me for these past weeks. "

I am still unsure where we will go or what we will do, as we continue to kiss and our mouths and minds search for pleasure and excitement.

As if you had scouted the layout, you gently lean away and take me by the hand and lead me to a place I thought no one knew about, a place where I would go to regain my composure after our times together, a place dimly lit and comfortable.

You turn me towards you and kiss me deeply, holding my arms so I cannot embrace you again.  Your hands release me and slide down my body so sensuously, I reach out to you but you stop me.  

With expertise you unclasp my belt and pants and slide the zipper down ever so slowly as you gaze up at me, staring into my now hungry eyes. My pants fall to the floor and I kick them away.  

You run your hands all over my cock through the thin material that now separates it from the heaven that lies ahead. You caress and rub my cock and even kiss it and then slide your fingernails up my sides and slide my shorts down my legs slowly, once again gazing into my eyes.  

My cock pops out just a little and bumps your cheek, you growl or purr or something but it makes my cock begin to harden again when I hear it.  You rub your lips back and forth across the shaft of my cock, my arousal becoming more and more evident.

You run your tongue down along the side and under the head and I hear you utter "mmmmm" as the head now covered with my excitement runs across your tongue.  You lick it all off and stare into my eyes as you lick your lips and swallow the hot fluid that will fill you soon.

Just as I think you are going to suck me deeply into your mouth you push me and I fall into the big chair that is my hiding place, my comfort zone, my escape.

You get down on all fours and crawl up between my legs and run your hands up my thighs as I beg you to suck me, but in a very sexy and sensual voice I have never heard come from you before you say " No, baby, today is my day and I want to play, I want to take charge of our lesson, I want to feel that beautiful dick rub all over me and make it throb and explode.  So lay back and watch me"

I have no choice but to follow your command and I stare into your eyes as you rub your lips against the head of my cock and lick just the bottom of the head driving me wild.

Then you begin to stroke my cock, wetting it completely as you slide your tongue all around it.  You squeeze the base with your left hand tightly making it grow and throb and begin stroking it faster and with more determination.  

I gaze into your eyes, the eyes of a sexual animal as you run your hand up and down the shaft, brushing the head against your lips and your tongue.

I am getting so aroused more cum sneaks out of the opening at the tip of my cock.  You pause briefly to lick it into your mouth and make a noise I cannot describe as you stare into my eyes and begin to stroke it again.

I am not sure how much more I can take and suddenly you release your grip and step away, standing in from of me.

You say in that same sexual voice, " Now watch me baby, watch me expose my body to you, watch me play with my breasts and slide my clothes off ".  I have no choice but to comply, although my eyes are drawn to your eyes so strongly.

First your blouse ever so slowly is unbuttoned and tossed aside, then your bra slowly falls to the floor as if in slow motion I watch as it drops.  You begin to rub and caress your breasts and around your nipples, making sounds like moans as you do and occasionally looking up and gazing back at me.

They are beautiful, perfectly formed and so aroused.  You once again kneel between my legs and rub first my cock against your now excited breasts and then rub your nipples on the head.  Now you squeeze my cock with your breasts and I am beginning to struggle to maintain my lock on your eyes as the excitement and arousal is getting the best of me.

Your breasts feel so warm and soft and make my dick get even harder as you torture my cock with your breasts.  Just as I think I cannot take any more you lean down and kiss the head of my cock drawing it into your mouth just down to the rim.  This nearly makes me cum and I am sure you once again get just a tiny shot of my warm love juice in your mouth.

My breathing is now short and loud, my heart is racing and I am wishing I could attack you and make love to you.  You lean up and stand and walk around behind me now.  I am straining to try to see you, but I am too far gone and cannot even lean up to find you.

I feel you take my hands and tie them together.  I am so aroused and half gone that I cannot even put up a fight.  Then you are standing in front of me again and now you slowly, very slowly begin to unclasp your skirt and rub your nipples again.

Now the sound of the zipper, slowly, slowly making it's way down is teasing me.  As your skirt slides down your legs you begin to rub the area protruding in your thong, the area above your pussy.

Then your fingers slip down and run up the silky panty front teasing your lips and clit.  You slip the thong off and toss it aside and begin to rub across your hood very quickly.  Your head whips back and you begin to moan.

Two of your fingers slip between your lips and draw upward and are covered with your love juices.  You lick the sweetness from your fingers and then suck them into your mouth. Imitating what you would do while sucking my cock and staring into my eyes.

Now you lean forward and rub your nipples on my face, making them harder than ever and slap me with your breasts as you whip them back and forth.  I grab one of your nipples with my mouth as it swings by and hungrily suck it in deeply and you moan and nearly lose your balance.

If my hands were free I would grab you and pull you down into my lap but you crumple onto my legs from the sucking of your nipple and you scream just a tiny little scream as you land on my legs.

You begin to stroke my cock again and wipe the cum from the tip and lick your finger so sensuously.  I am now throbbing in your hand and you start to move closer, sliding your dripping wet pussy onto my cock, but it does not go in, instead the shaft is laying flat against me and your pussy is sliding forward and back with the shaft between your lips but not up inside you.  

Your head is tilting back and you are moaning and screaming as your pussy slides back and forth on my cock and the head of my cock bumps your clit each time you slide forward.

Now I am nearly screaming, no begging you " Baby, Please take me . . .take me inside you, Baby, please let me feel you surround me and hold me with that hot pussy that teases me now.  Baby, FUCK ME, Baby FUCK ME NOW !  I beg you to take me inside you now, please"

You look into my eyes as the last words fall from my lips and kiss me, kiss me with the passion of a wild animal, make love to my tongue as you have made love to every part of me.  You lift your pussy just enough and the head of my cock presses against the warm wet opening that it craves, that it screams to be one with.

I feel the very tip carefully positioned and ready as your hips prepare to make their thrust.  You pussy is so warm and the love juices are flowing down me and covering me to make me ready to be one with you.

The opening of your pussy feels so good as it begins to swallow me, it struggles just a bit to get me in and then I begin to feel the power, the beginning of what will be the most incredible embrace we have ever shared.

As you begin to push so slowly and so gently my cock is moving deeper and deeper inside you.  The head finds it's way past the opening that is so tight and so inviting.  As my head now becomes fully engulfed by you, I hear and feel you gasp just a little, and pause to enjoy it's presence and feel it throb with passion within you.

I am barely able to stay conscious, the feelings are so intense, but I must, I must feel every bit, every second, every ounce of this glorious passion play we are enacting, together YOU and I . . .
I slide slowly deeper and deeper inside you, slowly further into your soul.  It is the most arousing and exciting feeling I have ever experienced.  I gaze deeply into your eyes, those glorious eyes, as you swallow more and more of my very soul.

I long to feel every inch of you and pull my hands free, to run them all over your glorious body.  To feel the small of your back and that beautiful ass as you continue to take me deep inside you.

I lean up and kiss each of your breasts and brush my lips and tongue across your now erect nipples and once again you gasp, pausing the slow descent to heaven.

Once again I try to look into those wonderful eyes, but your head is tilting back as it is overcome by passion and your short cries turn to a long moan as I fill you with my hard cock.

My hold on your beautiful ass becomes more firm and I suck one of your nipples into my mouth, gently, slowly and savor it's sweet taste and the warmth from your arousal.

I kiss and suckle the other one now, but this time I suck it in deeply and tighten my grip on your beautiful butt even more, digging without pain, my fingers into those soft sweet cheeks.

As I suck your nipple deeply into my mouth and kneed that gorgeous ass, you begin to shake and your breathing nearly stops and I feel the love juices flowing down me as you fall into an orgasm, the likes of which you have never felt.  

And before it can take hold you slip and I am thrust deeply, all the way inside you as you lose yourself in the moment.  I hear you scream out, the tiniest but most animal scream, the sounds of passion.  I am now so aroused my cock throbs and grows large inside you.

YOU collapse onto my chest, your breasts pressed tightly against my body and I hold you as I pull my cock out just and little and thrust it in once again.  YOU gasp and make a sound I cannot describe, a sound that further excites me.

I feel as if I could cum right now and join you in this bliss, but we have so much more to do, so much more pleasure to share, so much more love making, even just today.

After we enjoy your orgasm for a while I pick you up, still deep inside you and lay you on the chair like a flower whose petals I am about to spread and enjoy.  Your legs instinctively wrap around my waist and I see your eyes slip open just a little and you say something I cannot hear, I lean down and you suckle my ear lobe and brush your lips across it and whisper

" Make love to me, make love to me forever, fill me with you hot cock and drive it inside me over and over until you fill me with the hot love potion I want from you"  I gently take hold of your wrists and press them tightly against the chair on either side of you and begin slowly our dance, our symphony of satisfaction.

At first very slowly, I slide in and out of you, watching you, watching my cock slide effortlessly in and out of that beautiful pussy that I would love to taste and tease so very much.  Slowly making love to you, slowly filling you and then back out again.  My head finding the tight opening each time and then back in again.

Your pussy although wet and aroused is so tight, so very tight it excites me, it feels so incredible wrapped around my cock.  I feel every tiny little bump and contour inside you because your pussy is so tight and so strong as it swallows me and caresses me.

As I continue this slow gentle process I feel you tighten around me and I see your eyes seemingly fill with lust and desire.  You grab my ass and pull me deep inside you, so hard and so fast that I am afraid I may have hurt you.

Your nipples are hard and throbbing just like my cock and you moan and growl and speak in that deep sexy voice once again

"FUCK me, FUCK ME NOW . . . FUCK my pussy hard and fast, RAM your cock deeply inside me, FUCK ME hard and fast . . . ! "

Suddenly I am filled with lust, my mind is focused entirely on you, everything else fades away and I begin my ruthless assault, ramming my cock into you as deeply as I can, adjusting your legs, opening you up so I can push even deeper, spreading you wide open as my hands grasp your ankles and position you for complete penetration.  I am thrusting into you deeper and faster each time.  I pull nearly all the way out and then plunge deep inside you again and again.

I see the animal in your eyes, I feel you squeezing me inside you with a passion and urgency I have never known.  I feel your pussy sucking my cock like it has never been teased before and it excites me and makes me fuck you even harder and faster.

I release my hold on your ankles as they settle on my shoulders and tease your breast and nipples with my right hand as my left hand surrounds your throat gently and embraces you to feel your breath and make you aware that I am in control and will fulfill your every desire tonight.  You look up at me and say

"I want to feel your cock in my mouth again, I want to fuck your cock with my mouth and feel you explode inside me.  I want you to fuck my mouth with that hot throbbing cock "

I continue to thrust deeply inside you and your head falls back to the soft material below.  I lean forward and feel your nipples tease my chest and whisper in your ear as I brush my lips across your ear lobe

" Not tonight my pet, I long for your mouth to make love to my cock, to watch it fill with my love as I explode, BUT tonight my darling we are going to feel each other cum together, we are going to make love until your pussy squeezes the hot cum from me, milking my cock deep inside you as we cum together.  I want to gaze deeply into those beautiful eyes and feel your heart and breasts pressing tightly against me as I explode inside you.  I want to fill you with the hot love and cum that makes your pussy feel me and feel the passion in my heart for YOU my baby, My secret lover.  I want to thrust deeply as I fill you with that which we both hunger for and then our minds can dance as our bodies recover from the bliss together.




The Lesson



**This is my first submission. Please be so kind as to leave comments and let me know what you think. If it's received well there will be more. Thanks**



I ran my hands over the smooth front of my black satin corset. My matching lace petticoat stood at attention and my dark chocolate cheeks played peek-a-boo as I practiced my walk in the full length mirror. I decided to pin my locs up in an exaggerate bun that sat squarely in the middle of my head. My makeup was flawless and capped off with 1/4 inch long lashes and a dark red apple matte lipstick topped off with just a little gloss. 

Tonight my Master was taking me to Fortress. This was the first time he told me in advance that we were going. Usually he would just surprise me at the last minute. Over breakfast, during our morning shower, or after my morning spanking he would nonchalantly state, "We're going to Fortress tonight. Be ready by four."

Tonight was a special night. I had a surprise for my Master and I hope he likes it.

We usually have dinner at our favorite restaurant before heading to Fortress. I always had to wear a dress and Master never allowed me to wear panties. I would sit in the corner or in the booth next to the wall. Master would pull up my dress and play with his pussy in the middle of the restaurant like we were the only ones there. 

He would whisper in my ear, "Look at you slut. My slut. I can do whatever I want to you and you love it. See how wet your pussy is getting. Pretty soon everyone will be able to smell what a nasty bitch in heat you are." 

I would spend the entire dinner riding out a string of orgasms as Master played with my clit and finger fucked me and there was nothing I could do. Moaning or drawing attention to myself in any way would be met with severe punishment.

I often wondered if anyone could see what he was doing to me under the table. One night my question was answered when with parted lips and tears in my eyes I made eye contact with an older gentleman sitting a few tables down. He smiled at me and my eyes were immediately drawn to his hand as it massaged his crotch. I never felt so used in my entire life. That night when we got home I told Master about the man he whipped me so hard with the riding crop that my ass was sore for two days. 

However, tonight there would be no dinner before Fortress. I wanted to make sure we got there on time so I convinced Master to eat an early dinner at home.

When we got to Fortress cars were everywhere.

"I wonder what's going on tonight."

"Me too," I said in my most innocent voice trying not to let on that I knew.

As soon as we entered I made my way to the bathroom. I didn't want Master to put my collar and leash on yet. When I exited the bathroom Gayle, the owner, bumped into me.

"I was looking for you. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure your Master will be OK with this?"

"Yes. He will think it's hot and he'll be surprised."

"Well if you're ready to start let's go. You'll be first."

I followed her to the main staging area of the dungeon, but stopped short as I watched her take her place on the platform.

Gayle took the mic in her hand, "Good evening kinksters!" 

There was a thunderous round of applause accompanied by cat calls and whistles. 

"I want to thank y'all for coming out tonight to Fortress' annual play auction. You all know the rules by now, but for you newbies it works like this – bids start at $5 and the maximum is $20. The first person recognized by the auctioneer, little ole me, wins. We have some very lovely subs, slaves and switches that have agreed to participate. Once your purchase is complete and you have paid your debt these lovely specimens are yours until we close. So please don't try to take anyone home, unless they want and remember the outside play areas are open as well."

"With that said let's get this auction started! Our first sub up is a rare breed around these parts. She's not new to Fortress, but she's never been allowed to play outside of her play pin. From the looks I've seen some of you guys give her I'm sure I could get more than $20 for her, but rules are rules. Let's welcome to the Fortress stage Venus."

I stepped up on the platform to a thunderous applause, shouts and few yee haws. I immediately made eye contact with my Master who was sitting in our usual corner. I smiled, but he did not smile back. I waved, but he just gave me an icy stare. I felt a lump forming in my throat.

"Let's start the bidding at $5. Can I get $5?"

"$5," said a very fat woman in the front row.

My eyes got big and I immediately started to sweat. I looked over at Master again. He was calmly sitting talking to a man sitting across from him. 

"I got $5 from the lovely lady in the front row. Can I get 6?"

"$6," said a rather tall hillbilly looking man in a biker jacket with a beard that looked like it had not been groomed in months.

"$6 from Easy Rider in the back. Can I get $7?"

"$10," said the fat lady again. 

She looked at me and said, "I've always liked the taste of chocolate."

I wanted to vomit. I looked at Master and he did not look up. He was just chit chatting away. Why the hell was he not bidding on me? This was supposed to be a joke. I just wanted to be a little mischievous to spice things up.

Then the unthinkable happened. Master got up and walked out. I felt dizzy and grabbed my forehead.

"I got $10 down front. $10. Can I get $11? $11?"

The big hillbilly stood up and began walking toward the platform. "Hell $20. I don't have time for this."

"$20! And the little lady is sold to Easy Rider for $20."

I stared at the door waiting for Master to come back in. What if he left me? I wanted to cry. I was only doing this for him. 

As the big hillbilly got closer to the platform I realized just how big he was. He had to be at least 6'6 and about 250lbs. I took a step back. When he was standing in front of me he tossed a $20 at Gayle and held out his hand to me.

I shook my head, "No there's been some sort of misunderstanding."

"There's no misunderstanding darling. I paid my twenty bucks now we get to play 'til closing time. The night is young and we have a lot to do so get your pretty little ass over here."

"No! I'll just give you $20."

"No ma'am a deals a deal. This opportunity is priceless and no amount of money is gonna make me give this up." With that he threw me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and headed out the back door.

I squirmed trying to get free until his big hand slammed down on my ass and I immediately began to cry. The big hillbilly did not care he just marched over to the fence in backyard and sat my feet on the ground.

My vision was blurred with tears.

"You have been a very bad girl tonight Venus. If you were my slave I would make you suffer the consequences of your actions, but you're not. Maybe one day I'll have girl like you, but you belong to David and I'll let him deal with you."

Through all of my crying and fear I had not seen my Master walk up. He shook the hillbilly's hand and he walked away.

I ran over to him and threw my arms around him. He did not hug me back. I felt my collar being placed very firmly around my neck and Master lead me back to the car with my leash.

As the car drove away I knew I never wanted to see Fortress again.

During the ride home Master was silent. I cried thinking about all of the things that could have happened. I was just trying to be mischievous and get a laugh out of my Master. Perhaps I had taken it too far.

When we got home Master opened the car door for me and we walked into the house without him even looking at me. I walked past him and felt my arm being pulled as my body was slammed against the front door.

"You walk past me with not as much as an I'm sorry."

I started crying again, "I'm sorry Master. I just-"

Master had taken out his knife and was cutting off my corset and petticoat. 

"Take off your stockings and shoes. Whores don't wear clothes. For the next three days I better not catch you with a stitch on.

"Yes Master." 

"You need to be taught a lesson. You need to be reminded who you belong to. Who owns you. Now go to the chair and wait for me."

I walked into our bedroom and over to the overstuffed straight back chair. I widen my stance and bent my body over the back of the chair. Lucky for me the chair was heavily padded and I could not feel the back of the chair cutting into my stomach.

Master came into the room and silently tied each of my feet to the chair legs. He then tied my wrist to the arms of the chair. He ran the riding crop lightly down my back across both of my ass cheeks, and down to my pussy lips. 

Any other time this kind of play would have me dripping wet, but tonight I knew this was about punishment. In fact this was my first official punishment and I was scared.

"Who is your Master Venus?"

"You Master. You are my Master."

"Hmmm funny. I don't remember giving you permission to participate in that little spectacle at Fortress tonight. So who is the Master that authorized that Venus?"

I hated when he pronounced my name by stressing all of syllables.

"You're my only Master. I just thought it would be-"

CRACK. I felt a tremendous sting hit my ass unlike anything I had ever felt before. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. What was he whipping me with? The sting hit me like a ton of bricks.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. My mind was spinning as he continued his assault landing the each blow on my ass, thighs, and occasionally on my back.

"Venus this hurts me more than it hurts you, but you will learn to obey. You will learn your place and you will love it!" 

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. The sound of him connecting with my sore ass seemed to go on forever and just like he started he stopped, untied my ankles and sat on the bed.

I laid down on the floor with my ass in the air.

"Come to me Venus. Crawl to your Master."

I crawled over to him and for a minute I thought I saw a smile on his face. When I reached him I took the place I had taken so many times before, on my knees between his legs with my face resting on his inner thigh. Only this time I had to avoid my ass making any contact with the balls of my feet. It was then that I saw the source of my pain, a single tail whip laid on the bed next to him.

Master must have seen my expression because he lifted my chin so our eyes could meet, smiled at me and said, "I got it at Fortress tonight. Gayle recommended it to me when you went to the ladies room. She must have known it would come in handy tonight."

That evil bitch I thought, but Master interrupted my thoughts, "Don't worry yourself my dear. It will only be used when you truly deserve it. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master." I tried to lower my face, but he held it steady and forced me to look into his eyes.

"What you did tonight Venus was very dangerous. Being a little imp in the house is one thing, but when you involve other people it makes it hard for me to protect you. What if Gayle hadn't told me that you were on the block tonight? What if I'd gone to the bathroom or outside to smoke a cigar?"

"So she told you?" I whispered.

"Yes she was being a bitch and her motive was questionable, but you allowed it to happen."

"I'm so sorry Master. It will never happen again."

"It or anything like it better never happen again. I won't share you with anyone for real or at play. You are mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Now to make up for your carelessness you will spend the night on your knees sucking my dick. If you can get me to cum, great. You better swallow every bit. If you can't – keep trying. Understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Now get to work. Wrap those beautiful thick lips around my hard White dick and you better suck me off good you nasty little Black bitch."

Immediately I went to work. Somehow I think he knew this was in no way a punishment for me, but what the hell it makes us both happy.



The Lesson



"I just don't get it!" Michele said. She and her tutor Eric had been working on her math homework for almost two hours now and all it was doing was making her more frustrated.

"It's easy," Eric said. "Look, we'll try in once more together." He leaned in closer to Michele so he could see the word problem she had been working on. He adjusted his glasses as he said, "Well, here's the problem; you forgot to factor in..."

That as far she had heard. Math was boring to Michele and she was upset at her parents for making her get tutoring lessons instead of going away with her boyfriend for the weekend. Now she was stuck with this geek from the university when she could be getting fucked. She tapped her pencil against the table as she nonchalantly leaned in closer to smell his cologne. It had been a while since she'd fucked and she was super horny. Oh well, geek cock is better than no cock. She slipped her hand under the table they were working at and lightly placed her hand on his knee.

"Hey, what the?" Eric startled. "Michele what are you doing?"

"I, I, I," was all she could stutter. Shit, she thought, now what? She quickly moved her hand from his knee and looked away. She turned back to see a Eric run his fingers through his jet black hair.

"Michele, I'm flattered but this can't happen. I'm your tutor, you're my student. I'm a college student and you're still in high school. I mean, you're just a kid!"

"I'm not a kid!" Michele corrected, raising her chin and squaring her shoulders. Eric couldn't help but notice that all it did was bring more attention to her perky breasts. "I turned 18 last week," she said.

"Oh yeah?" asked Eric, still looking down at Michele's breasts as they were practically bursting out of her white button-up blouse. "So, um, did you get anything good for your birthday?"

Michele just laughed, making her breasts bounce up and down, "Yeah," she said. "I got you." Michele slowly ran her fingers up and down Eric's thigh. "My math grades are shit and so instead of having a party, Daddy thought I should have a tutor instead. So, he called up the university math department and, well here you are.

Eric could feel his cock getting harder and straining against his slacks. He'd never been in this situation and didn't know how to react. All he knew was there was a hot high school student rubbing her hands up his leg. "Uh, I don't know what to say, Michele. I mean, you are an attractive young woman, but I don't know if we should."

"Don't know if we should what?" Michele asked innocently "This?" She stood up right in front of Eric so that her young perky breasts were right in his face. Slowly, she undid each button and with that releasing her D cups. Eric couldn't do anything but stare as button by button, inch by glorious inch, Michele revealed the milky white flesh of her beautiful mounds. Finally released from their confinements, Michele rubbed her breasts across Eric's face. Eric closed his eyes and moaned as he felt Michele's taut nipples graze across his lips. He instinctively opened his mouth and caught the nipple with his teeth and it was Michele's turn to moan as Eric's tongue teased and toyed the sensitive bud. Michele held Eric's head steady and leaned her head back as she allowed Eric to toy with her nipples making her even wetter. Michele wanted Eric to continue his nipple play, but she had other things in mind for Mr. Math. She reluctantly backed away from Eric's mouth with a bit of a whimper.

Michele slowly made her way down to the floor as she knelt in front of Eric, positioning herself directly in front his crotch. She started at his knees and slowly crept her hands up Eric's thighs, stopping at the button of his khakis. She licked her lips as she undid Eric's slacks and unzipped them, causing his rock hard cock to spring forward in front of her. "Very nice," she said as she wrapped her hand around Eric's throbbing erection and brought her mouth towards his cock to give the tip a delicate lick. Michele was actually impressed; maybe fucking Mr. Math wouldn't be so bad after all. 

"Holy shit, Michele," Eric moaned. Never in his life had he had a blow job. Hell, few girls had ever paid attention to him, and never a girl as sexy as Michele. Tentatively at first and then with more gusto, Michele took all of Eric's thick, seven inch cock into her mouth. Eric gingerly put his hand on the back of Michele's head and guided her further down his cock. In a matter of minutes, Michele was sliding Eric's cock down her sweet teenage throat. Eric could feel his balls contracting and the pressure of his orgasm building more. Suddenly Michele stopped and Eric was left with a longing sensation.

"I want to feel your cock inside me," she said. "I want you to feel my wetness around you."

Michele looked up from her place and smiled. She stood up and straddled Eric in his chair, slightly lifting up her skirt to show Eric a glimpse of a perfectly shaven pussy. Michele lowered herself down to Eric's cock and gasped as his thick head touched the folds of her wetness. Eric sat in his seat, paralyzed, with his hands gripping the sides of his chair as Michele placed her hands on his shoulders and continued to guide herself down onto his shaft. Further and further down she went until Eric's entire length was inside her. "Mmmm...," she moaned, "you feel so good." She lifted herself up off his cock and lowered herself back down, allowing the full length of Eric to fill her again. Faster and faster she rode him, her pussy getting wetter and wetter and Eric's cock filled her teenage hole. She could feel her own orgasm building as she ground her clit into the base of his cock.

"I'm gonna cum," she screamed. Right then Michele froze and her orgasm overcame her and she climaxed all over Eric's cock. Eric could feel the ripples of Michele's pussy walls as wave after wave of her orgasm flooded his cock. Eric couldn't hold back any longer; with an upward thrust, Eric moaned as he filled Michele's pussy with his cum. Michele gripped Eric's shoulders for dear life as his cock continued to fill her tight pussy.

Moments later, Michele glanced to see Eric still gripping the sides of his chair. She looked at him and with an impish smile she lifted herself up off his cock. Eric looked at Michele's pussy to see the aftermath of his orgasm slowly oozing down her thigh. Michele reached down with her fingers and wiped up his cum, bringing it to her lips and licking it away with her tongue. "First time?" she asked. Eric slowly nodded and smiled. He put himself back together as Michele straightened her skirt and ran her fingers through her auburn hair. Eric didn't exactly know what to say.

"So, Eric," Michele said, breaking the silence, "shall we get back to the math lesson?"

"Michele," Eric finally said after a long pause, "I think I'm the one who got the lesson today."

~ Delightful Nikki



The Lesson



"He's not even gonna want to talk to me," I whined to Callie as she pulled up to the house. Dozens of cars filled the mansion's driveway, and the booming music could be heard all the way down the block.

"Not with that attitude he won't," She responded without missing a beat. Callie was always giving me advice about my attitude. It irked me more than I let her see. Mostly because I knew she was right. 

"Fine, he's gonna be stunned by my dazzling good looks and fascinating conversation and realize he loves me and - "

"Oh, shut up," she cut me off. "Just try to have fun, Okay?" 

"Fine." I was surprised how easy I was to sway this time. Something about tonight just felt right. With the end of High School approaching, I was starting to feel like it didn't matter how I behaved, so why not be the boldest version of myself that I could be?

Calie had been my friend since elementary school, and she was always trying to play match-maker. Tonight's party was the birthday of Kyle Whats-his-face who I barely knew, but what I did know, what what Callie wouldn't stop reminding me of, was that Danny Evans was going to be there. Danny Evans who I couldn't stop staring at in english class, who smiled at me every day in the cafeteria, who had gorgeous blue eyes and blonde hair and good taste in clothes and sexy muscles. Danny Evans who always asked me for help on his homework even though he clearly didn't need it. Danny Evans who was going to ask me to prom. Or so Callie kept telling me. 

"Put that mirror away, you look hot, you can't let him see that you're nervous." She took me by the hand and led me across the lawn to the front door. Callie had a boyfriend in college who played the guitar all the time and went down on her whenever she wanted so this supposedly made her the expert on everything to do with guys. She'd been trying to set me up with Danny for months. I acted like it annoyed me, but honestly, I needed the help. Not that I was ugly or awkward or anything (okay, maybe a little awkward), but something always shut down in me whenever I was alone with a guy and I became an empty boring shadow of myself. I had so many things to talk about, but would always end up muttering something about how boring school was, or how boring something else was, get bored of my own conversation and then freeze up completely before making some excuse to walk away. If only the boys could see how smooth I was in my own head. Well today they would, I decided. The big blue door finally flew open after we'd rung the doorbell about fifty times. 

"Welcome, welcome," Eddie Clark greeted us, he had his shirt off for some reason. As soon as he opened the door, the music overwhelmed us, I could smell the alcohol already.

"Put your shirt on you slut," Callie shouted at him over the music.

"I lost it," he laughed. Bullshit. It was his damn house. Just wanted to show off his abs probably. They were kinda nice, though, I had to admit.

"No shoes in the house," he apologized guiding us in. I was relieved, the heels that Callie picked out for me were already starting to hurt. I kicked them off into the huge pile of shoes at the door and sort of hoped that they'd get lost there or someone would steal them on their way out.

"Nice place," I yelled to him.

"Thanks," he said. "Make yourselves at home ladies, get a drink." He ran off as if to some important business. 

We walked through the hallway into the huge living room, it was filled with a dim red light and the overlapping conversations of pretty much everyone in the senior class. All the girls were wearing their sexy dresses trying to show some cleavage, and all the boys had collared shirts on. I even spotted dweeby Josh Epstein in the corner wearing a Hawaiian shirt, telling a joke. 

I always had to take a moment to breathe and compose myself whenever I walked into a party, but today it felt different. Seeing everyone relaxed and laughing put me at ease. I felt confident. I felt hot, today was my day. Danny Evans was mine. I smiled at Callie and she gave me a wink.

"Let's take a shot," she suggested. 

"Please," I said. We floated through the living room saying "hi" to everyone we passed on our way to the kitchen. The smells of fifty different perfumes mingled in the air along with all the voices , all the giggles and smiles. A year from now all these people would be scattered all over the country, but for now, here we all were, all hoping for a make-out by the end of the night. It felt special.

"Yeah!" Callie cheered when she saw what was in the kitchen. Someone had definitely put effort into this. There must have been thirty bottles lined up along the counter with just as many kids hovering around them, making random toasts. 

"There they are," Eddie Clark found us again, still no shirt obur for some reason now wearing a sombrero. "Care for a shot?"

"Please," Callie said, "I'll have a vodka."

"And for you?" Eddie asked me, his eyes lingered on my boobs for just a moment longer than comfortable. 

"Something sweet," I told him, "but that'll still get me drunk."

"Coming right up," he bowed to us and darted away to pour our drinks. Callie came close to me and pointed through the door into the dining room. There was Danny Evans, with his hair looking great, wearing a nice striped shirt, beaming a smile as he sat at the head of the dining table and entertained a few kids with some lively story. I pictured myself there next to him with his arm around me, laughing along. I needed that drink. 

Just in time Eddie came up and handed me a red cup.

"Eye contact while you toast, or else you're cursed with bad sex for ten years," he said. I looked Callie right in the eyes as I knocked my cup against hers. There was an excited little glimmer in her eyes - she was wishing me luck. For the first time I felt like I didn't need it. I gulped down the contents of my cup - apple juice with a bit of a burn, probably tequila. The three of us grimaced together and laughed. Almost immediately I could feel the warmth start to spread through my body, relaxing me. I drank for the first time on my eighteenth birthday a few months ago and still couldn't quite get used to the taste. I liked how it made me feel though - Bouncy, relaxed, talkative.

"Excuse me," I said to Callie and Eddie.

"Go get 'em," Callie punched me on the shoulder. I left her chatting with Eddie and strode into the dining room. I was greeted by a few of my girlfriends, but they saw that my eyes were fixed on Danny and cleared the way for me. Business is business. I walked up next to him at the table and gave him the most charming "Hi" I could muster. 

"Hey you," he smiled at me, the same way he did all those times in the cafeteria. "I didn't think you'd be here."

"Of course I'm here," I said, "Callie would kill me if I didn't come."

He laughed. "Well we wouldn't want that."

"Not at all. It's good to see you," I ventured. 

"You too. Nice place right?"

"It's amazing. Now I know why Eddie acts so spoiled. Where are his parents?"

"I heard they're in Africa"

"Wow," I said. I wanted to say something interesting about Africa but nothing was coming to mind. 

"Did you get a drink yet?" Danny asked me.

"Not yet."

"Well, we've gotta change that," he suggested, "What do you like?"

"Oh," I said, "I don't know, I'll just have whatever you're having."

"Alright, lets go." He got up and led me back into the kitchen. Callie was gone already thank God. He took me right up to the counter and poured us each and apple juice with tequila. I guess it was a popular drink. His hands were super steady as he poured. 

"Cheers," he said.

"Cheers." I made sure to look him right in his gorgeous eyes, and then downed my second first drink of the night. My heart started to flutter standing there with him like that. He seemed so comfortable talking to me. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe we were just meant for each other. 

"It's awesome to see everyone," I started. 

"Yeah!"

"Can't believe we're almost done with high school."

"We're getting old," he joked. 

"No we're not. Life's just getting started."

"I like that. I'm excited to get out of here, actually."

"Me too," I said, "but we've gotta make the most of the time we've got left." I was starting to feel pretty smooth. 

"You're right," he smiled.

"Gotta appreciate all the little moments," I was getting all philosophical. 

"Yep."

"Finish off finals strong."

"Yep."

"Have a great prom," I hinted. 

"Definitely," he smiled. "Do you have a date yet?"

My heart jumped.

"No, not yet." I looked down at my feet. "Do you?"

"Yep," he said, "I'm going with Meg." And suddenly my heart was down in my stomach. He said it like it was nothing. By his look he just expected me to be happy for him. That's why he was so easy around me. I was just a friend to him. A buddy. "She's on a vacation right now down south, but ... " He kept talking but I couldn't listen. 

Meg? When did that happen? How did Callie not hear about it? How could he just tell me that so casually without knowing that it would break my heart? It was my fault for not making a move earlier. I was starting to feel sick. I think he was still talking so I must have cut him off:

"I need to go to the bathroom." I didn't even wait for a response but just walked away and left him standing there. It was rude but I didn't care, I needed to be alone. I brushed past all the little clusters of people on the way up the stairs. All their laughs and smiles felt annoying to me all of a sudden. The music was grating. The decorations felt overdone and obnoxious. Who needed such a garish house anyway?

I came to the first open door in the upstairs hallway which happened to be the bathroom. As soon as I shut the door behind me the tears started to flow. I stared at myself in the mirror and just kept crying. I felt stupid getting this hurt by a guy who I really barely even knew, but still it hurt. My carefully applied mascara was running down my cheeks. Stupid party. Stupid Callie. Stupid Danny. Stupid me. An image of him dancing with Meg at prom flashed before my eyes and I started to cry even harder. 

It must have been ten minutes before I finally calmed down. The lump in my throat finally numbed out and I caught my breath. My heart was starting to beat normally again. "I don't need to go to prom," I told myself as I washed my face off. "It wasn't meant to be." I stared at myself in the mirror watching the droplets of water roll down my face. I always thought I looked really sexy with my face all wet like that. Like the girls in the face-wash commercials. It made me feel a little better. I was starting to feel drunk and for some reason I wanted to masturbate really bad - I was an emotional mess. I kept staring at myself in the mirror, wondering if anyone would find out if I rubbed one off in the bathroom. Normally I'd never even consider it, but for some reason I could barely restrain myself. Some kind of stress response, I figured. My brain needed endorphins. I quieted down to make sure I couldn't hear anyone outside the door. I started to slide my hand under my waistband, against my silky smooth pussy. I had just shaved it today with some vague fantasy of being fingered tonight. A little burst of euphoria washed over my pain as my finger touched my clit. I let out a little whelp and immediately felt self-conscious. 

I quieted down and listened. Bass. Dozens of voices through the floor, and something else... Some high pitched music coming through the wall of the adjacent room, something I recognized from way back. It took me a moment but then it struck me - Lost Woods - Someone was playing Zelda. There was something so comforting about that tune. I immediately remembered all the times I would stay home sick from school as a little girl to play it on my Nintendo. It filled me with a sweet nostalgia, of a time far removed from all this high school drama. I wanted to get closer to that music. I wanted to play. I wanted to feel like a kid again and get my mind off of all this crap.

I pulled my hand out of my pants, fixed my hair a bit in the mirror, and snuck out into the hallway. I walked towards the music. It was coming from behind the door of the adjacent room. I pressed my ear against the door. Definitely Zelda. Feeling unusually bold, I knocked on the door. 

A few moments passed before it opened up, through a crack in the door a tall guy peeked out at me.

"What's up?" He asked. He looked just like Eddie, but with a beard, taller, older, more mature, grounded. Handsome in kind of a scraggly way. 

"You're playing Zelda," I said simply.

"You know Zelda?"

"I love Zelda."

"Really?" I'm not sure why guys always seemed so impressed when they found out I knew video games. 

"Really," I said. "I'm having a really really shitty night. Can I watch you play for a minute?"

"I guess," he said, looking me over. He totally checked me out but it didn't even feel dirty for some reason. "Are you Eddie's friend?"

"Friend of a friend of a friend" I said. 

"Got it," he said, that seemed to make him feel a little easier.

"Sorry if it's weird," I said "I can leave you alone if you want - "

"What's going on?" I heard a female voice from inside. I started to blush, thinking I just walked in on Eddie's brother with his girlfriend. He opened the door fully and let us see each other. There was a girl sitting on the bed, cross legged, wearing a big white T-shirt. Her skin was the color of dark chocolate, she had unruly curly hair, and very kind eyes. I was frozen for a second. She was gorgeous. 

"This girl say's she's having a shitty night and wants to play Zelda," Eddie's brother explained. I stood there awkwardly at the door, waiting for her response.

"You alright?" She asked me, really concerned. Must have thought I got raped or something. 

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just a bit of heartbreak, that's all." I tried to sound mature, but my voice quivered. She noticed. 

"Poor girl," She said. "Get in here." She said it like an old friend. I came into the room and plopped down on the chair in front of the TV. The TV seemed a little crappy and small for a house this nice, but it just made me feel more nostalgic. Link yawned and stretched on the screen. The room seemed pristine, unlived in. All the books were lined up perfectly on the shelves, Some kind of trophies were set up on the top row. Bare walls. A big sliding glass window that led out to a balcony. It smelled nice. The couple was staring at me with concern in their eyes. 

"Your room is really nice." I didn't know what else to say.

"Thanks," Eddie's brother said. "It's not really my room anymore, we life in New York now, I'm just visiting the old place while the parents are gone, making sure Ed doesn't burn it down."

"Oh," I said, "where are your parents?"

"They're in Africa." I still couldn't think of anything interesting to say about Africa. I sat there looking pathetic. I could tell they were worried about me.

"I swear I'm fine," I said. "My name is Hannah."

"Jeff."

"Mira."

"Nice to meet you. Sorry to bug you." I said. 

"No worries," Jeff said In a way that actually kinda made me stop worrying. "I rarely get to meet Ed's friends." Something about their demeanor made me feel really easy. The feelings from a few minutes ago were starting to feel distant. 

"You guys are so nice," I said. 

"We try to be," Mira smiled. "Was that you crying in the bathroom?"

"Yeah," I couldn't lie to her. 

"Boy trouble?"

"Yeah."

"You love him?"

"No."

"Then don't sweat it." 

"High school sucks." I said. 

"No Joke," She looked at me with such refreshing concern that it made the tears start to flow again. 

"Aw baby its ok," she hopped off the bed and hugged me in my chair. Her soft body pressed against mine felt so nice. Her hair tickled my cheek. I'm pretty sure she was naked under that t-shirt. What would Callie think if she knew I was up here? I didn't even know what I thought of this. It just felt good to cry into her shoulder. 

At a certain point my cry turned into a laugh. "God you must think I'm so weird," I said. "Randomly coming into your room and getting all emotional. I'm sorry about this."

"Never be sorry," Mira said. "We don't believe in randomness, right J?"

"Right," Jeff said.

"If you came here, you came here for a reason, you needed something from us, and maybe we needed something from you. That's the way it is." I immediately liked these people. They seemed far and away cooler than all the kids downstairs.

"This is way better than the party," I laughed. 

"Of course it is," Jeff said. "We have Zelda. Here," he handed me the controller. Right away the muscle memory from years ago kicked in and I started running around collecting rupees, with no particular goal in mind. The room felt much better insulated from all the outside noise, or maybe my ears were just getting numb to it, but it felt like I was in a different world, like I wasn't even myself anymore. A lighter was struck behind me, Mira was out on the balcony lighting a cigarette, no, it was a joint.

"You smoke weed?" She asked me.

"No, never have." I said.

"You want some?"

"No, I'm okay."

"Alrite," she said. Jeff went outside to join her. 

I kept running around in the game, rolling around, killing a few of those chompy flower things. Getting lost in my own world. Ah, what the hell. I paused the game and came out on the balcony with them. 

"Changed your mind?" Mira smiled.

"Yeah, why not," I said, feeling like a new girl willing to try new things. "How do I do this?"

"In your mouth, suck, inhale, hold, release." Mira explained. Seemed simple enough. I took the joint and inhaled. What would Callie think of me now? The smoke tasted interesting. I held it in my lungs for a second, and started to cough. Mira and Jeff laughed.

"That's it," Jeff said, "No more for you. I don't wanna get in trouble giving weed to minors."

"I'm not a minor," I said through my coughs. From the balcony I could see all my classmates in the backyard, running around, flirting, jumping in the pool. Really felt like they were part of a different world. I didn't feel like watching them.

"I'm cold," I said. 

"Alrite, let's go inside," Mira took one last drag and put out the joint in a little turtle ashtray. We all went back into the room. 

I was starting to feel a little different. I had never tried weed before and didn't know what to expect. I was starting to feel light. The colors in the room felt more vivid, the cool blue sheet on the bed was dazzling. Link in the TV felt alive. Everything felt alive. I could feel the whole life of the party downstairs, like everyone's energy was permeating the air, I could feel the whole energy of almost being done with highschool, of moving on to new things, I could feel my whole past as an extension of myself, not just stuff that happened sometime. I could feel Callie down there, and felt grateful for how much she tried to help me. I could feel Danny Evans down there, and even forgave him a little, how could he know that I wanted him. I started to doubt whether I really even wanted him. I just wanted to be part of the crowd. I could feel Jeff and Mira watching me, these are the kind of friends a person needs to have.

"I love you guys," I blurted out.

They laughed. "We love you too. Do you need to sit down? You took a pretty big hit."

"No," I said. "I want to dance."

"Then dance, girl," Mira said. I started to spin around to the music pulsing through the floor. I felt more in control of my body than I ever had before, or rather the music was in control of it and I was able to let go like never before. It was exhilarating. For a few minutes I completely let the music take over me.

"I can tell why people like this stuff," I finally said when I stopped.