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सबसे पहले तो मुझे अप सब लोगों का धन्यवाद देना चाहिए की अप ने किस तरह से मैंने अपनी किशोर ननद को ट्रेन किया ....लेकिन अचानक हम लोगों को वापस आना पड़ा| जैसा की तय हुआ था की होली में जब हम लोग आएंगे तब तक उस का इन्ट्र्कोरस मेरा मतलब है इंटर का कोर्स खत्म हो चुका होगा और वो साल भर के लिए हम लोगों के पास आके रहेगीं जब हम उस की अच्छी तरह कोचिंग करायेंगें|

शादी में आप सब को ये भी याद होगा की मेरी ननद गुड्डी ने अपने जीजा जित से भी वादा किया था की ....इस साल जब वो होली में आयेंगे तो वो उनसे जम के होली खेलेगी,और आखिर खेलेगी भी क्यों नहीं, क्यों की उन्होंने ही तो उसकी सील पहले पह्लाल तोडी थी, और उस के बाद जो उसने चलना शुरू किया तो अपने प्यारे भइया और मेरे सेक्सी सैंया के साथ चुदावा के दम लिया. लेकिन वादा होली का इस लिए भी था की जब वो नौवें में थी और जीत उस के जीजा पहली बार होली खेलने आये तो , होली में जीत का हाथ साली के चिकने गाल से फिसल के फ्राक के अन्दर नए उभरते मॉल तक पहुँच गया और एक बार जब जीजा का हाथ साली के मॉल तक पहुँचा जाय, मामला होली का हो, भंग की तरंग का हो, तो बिना रगडन मसलन के ....लेकिन बुद्धू साली बुरा मान गई ....और वो तो जब शादी के माहोल में अपनी उस बुद्धू ननद को बुर के मजे के बारे में बताया तो ख़ुद वो अपने जीजा से सैट और पट गई ....लेकिन ये सारी बातें तो मैं आपको बता ही चुकी हूँ ननद की ट्रेनिंग में ....अब दास्ताँ उसके आगे की ....कैसे होली में हम फ़िर दुबारा उनके , राजीव के मायके गए, और राजीव मेरी ननद कम .गुड्डी के लिए तो ललचा रहे ही थे, मेरी नई बनी बहन और अपनी एक लौटी छोटी साली, मस्त पंजाबी कुड़ी अल्पना और ....उस से भी ज्यादा उस की छोटी बहन कम्मो के लिए, जिसके लिए मैंने कहा था की होली में जब आयेंगे तो ....मैं उस की भी दिल्वौंगी . तो क्या हुआ जब होली में मैं अपने ससुराल गई साजन के साथ और कैसे मनी होली मेरी ननद की ....तो ये साडी दस्ताना ....ननद ने खेली होली ...

राजीव बड़े बेताब थे और बेताब तो मैं भी थी .होली का मजा तो ससुराल में ही आता है ....ननद, नन्दोई, देवर ....और एक तरह से अब वो उनकी भी ससुराल ही हो गयी थी ....नहीं मैं सिर्फ़ उनके माल के बारे में बात नहीं कर रही थी, आख़िर वहाँ मेरी मुंहबोली छोटी बहन अल्पी भी तो थी ....जिसने ना सिर्फ़ उनकी साल्ली का पूरा पूरा हक़ अदा किया था, बल्की मेरी ननद को फंसाने पटाने में भी ....और उसकी छोटी बहन कम्मो ....थी तो अभी कच्ची कली ....लेकिन टिकोरे निकालने तो शुरू ही हो गये थे और जब से उन्होंने एक सेक्स सर्वे में ये पध्हा था की मंझोले शहरों में भी २ फीसदी लडकियां अपना पहला सेक्स संबध १४ से १६ साल की उमर में बना लेती हैं तो बस ....एक दम बेताब हो रहा था उनका हथियार. मैं चिढाती भी थी ....तय कर लो होली किसके साथ खेलनी है मेरी छिनाल ननद गुड्डी के साथ या सेक्सी साली अल्पी के साथ या सबसे छोटी साली उस कमसिन कम्मो के साथ .तो वो हंस के बोलते तीनों के साथ।

और मैं हंस के बोलती लालची ....और गप्प से उनके मोटे मस्ताये लंड का सुपाड़ा गडप कर लेती.

तो हम लोग पहुँच गये होली के ६ दिन पहले ससुराल मैं ये नहीं बताऊंगी की होली के पहले मैंने क्या तैयारी की, भांग की गुझिया, गुड्डी, अल्पी और कम्मो के लिए खूब सेक्सी ड्रेसेस और भी बहोत सारी चीजें ....ये सब मैं अपने सुधी पाठकों के लिए छोड़ती हूँ, होली का किस्सा सुनाने की जल्दी मुझे भी है और सुनाने की बेताबी आपको भी ....हाँ एक बात जरुर ज़रा कान इधर लाइये थोडी प्राइवेट बात है ....ससुराल पहुँचने के पहले बेचारे वो पाँच दिन पूरे उपवास पे थे...मेरी मासिक छुट्टी जो थी, और मैं बस उनसे ये कहती थी अरे चलिए ना वहाँ मेरी ननद बेताब होगी, इस होली में अपने भैया की पिचकारी का सफ़ेद रंग घोंटने के लिए.

सबसे पहले रास्ते में अल्पी का घर पङता था. मैंने कहा, पहले अल्पी के यहाँ रुक लेते हैं, वो बिचारी बेताब भी होगी और उसके लिए जो गिफ्ट लिया था वो दे भी देंगें।

उनकी तो बांछे खिल गयीं...अरे नेकी और पूछ पूछ...और गाडी उस के घर की और मोड़ ली।

शाम होने को थी, उसके घर पहुँच के हमने दस्तक दी, और दरवाजा खोला कम्मो ने,

सफ़ेद ब्लाउज और नेवी ब्लू स्कर्ट में क्या गजब लग रही थी. राजीव बिचारे उनकी निगाहें तो बस दोनों...अब टिकोरे नहीं रह गये थे....कबूतर के बच्चे...और चोंचें भी हल्की हल्की ...टेनिस बाल की साइज...

अल्पी है....दरवाजे पे खडे खडे उन्होंने पूछा।

और अगर मैं कह दूँ नहीं है तो....बढ़ी अदा से अपने दोनों हाथ उभारों के नीचे क्रॉस कर उन्हें और उभारते हुए वो आँख नचा के बोली, तो क्या फ़िर आप अन्दर नहीं आयेंगें. और फ़िर दोनों हाथों से उनका हाथ पकड़ के बडे इसरार से बोली,

जीजू अरे अन्दर आइये ना,कब तक खडे रहेंगे बाहर और फ़िर आख़िर आपकी सबसे छोटी साली तो मैं ही हूँ ना.

एकदम....और फ़िर साली अन्दर बुलाए और जीजा मना कर दे ये तो हो नहीं सकता. राजीव कौन सा मौका चुकने वाले थे. वो बोले और हम दोनों अन्दर घुस गये।

असल में जीजी एक गाइड कैंम्प में गयी है, कल दोपहर तक आयेगी. मैं भी अभी स्कूल से आई ही हूँ. सोफे पे राजीव के ठीक सामने बैठ के वो बोली. उसने टाँगे एक के ऊपर एक चढ़ा रखी थीं, जिससे स्कर्ट और ऊपर चढ़ गयी. उसकी गोरी गोरी जांघे साफ साफ दिख रही थीं, खूब चिकनी और थोड़ी मांसल भी हो गयी थीं. उसने दोनों हाथों से पकड़ के स्कर्ट थोड़ी नीचे भी करने की कोशिश की पर....

और मम्मी कहाँ हैं...सो रही हैं क्या मैंने पूछा।

जैसे मेरे सवाल के जवाब में फोन की घंटी बज उठी.

अच्छा मम्मी....नहीं कोई बात नहीं....कम्मो बोल रही थी.

हाँ मैं अभी स्कूल से आई...आप ६ सात बजे तक आंटी के यहाँ से आने वाली थीं ना....क्या सब लोग उस के बाद सेल में....हाँ आज तो आख़िरी दिन है....

साध्हे सात, आठ तक....कोई बात नहीं ....अरे मेरी चिंता मत करिये ....अब मैं बड़ी हो गयी हूँ.

धत मम्मी ....कोई बात नहीं दूध पी लूंगी मैं. बाई...और उसने फोन रख दिया. और अब की आके सीधे राजीव के पास ....एक दम सट के बैठ गयी और बोली ....मम्मी का फोन था।

इतना तो हम भी समझ गये थे.


अरोडा आंटी के यहाँ आज किटी थी....तो साध्हे छ तक लेकिन वहाँ से सेल में जा रही हैं साढे सात आठ तक....

मेरी निगाह सामने रखी घड़ी पे पढी....साढे चार...इसका मतलब....कम से कम तीन घंटे पूरे ....आल लाइन क्लियर....और जिस तरह से वो फोन पे मम्मी के लेट आने की बात जोर से दुहरा रही थी और फ़िर अब ख़ुद....और अचानक मैंने बाहर के दरवाजे की और देखा...सिटकनी भी बंद...अब इससे ज्यादा वो क्या सिगनल दे सकती थी और इसका मतलब वो सिर्फ़ शरीर से ही नहीं मन से भी बढ़ी...

और राजीव भी ये सब इशारे अच्छी तरह समझ रहे थे. वो एक दम सट के बैठ गये थे और एक हाथ कंधे के ऊपर....

जाइये जीजू मैं आपसे नहीं बोलती, इतरा के वो बोल रही थी. आपने कहा था ना की होली में जरुर आयेंगें...जब से फागुन लगा.....और जब से अल्पी दीदी के बोर्ड के इम्तहान खत्म हुए...हर रोज हम दोनों गिनते थे होली अब कितने दिन है....

आ तो गया ना अपनी प्यारी साली से होली खेलने....उसके किशोर गुलाबी गाल पे दो उंगलिया रगड़ते वो बड़े प्यार से बोले।

पता है जीजू, मेरी क्लास की लडकियां सब किस्से सुनाती थीं, उन्होंने जीजू के साथ कैसे होली खेली, कैसे जीजू को बुध्दू बना के अच्छी तरह रंगा और उनके जीजू ने भी....खूब कस कस के उनके साथ....मेरा तो कोई जीजा था नहीं...पर अबकी ....मैंने खूब उन सबों से बोला....मेरे जीजू इत्ते हैंडसम हैं स्मार्ट हैं....

अरे तू अपने जीजू की इत्ती तारीफ कर रही है ज़रा इनसे पूछ की होली के लिए कोई गिफ्ट विफ्त लाए हैं की नहीं....या इत्ती मेरी सुंदर सी बहन से वैसे ही मुफ्त में होली खेल लेंगें, मैंने कम्मो को चढाया।

बढ़ी उत्सुकता से उसने राजीव की और देखा।

एकदम लाये हैं....मेरी हिम्मत...और अब उनका एक हाथ खुल के उस किशोर साली के गुलाबी गाल छू रहा था सहला रहा था और दूसरा....उसकी बस खिलने वाली कलियों के उपरी और....एक दम चिपक के वो बैठे थे...लेकिन पहले मेरी एक पहेली बूझो....

इट इज लांग, हार्ड एंड ....लिक्स....बताओ क्या...और इगलिश में ना आए तो.....

धत जीजू....मैं इंग्लिश मीधियम कान्वेंट में पढ़ती हूँ और दो साल में कालेज में पहुँच जाउंगी...मुझे सोचने दीजिये...लांग....लंबा है कडा है....और क्म्मों की निगाहें जाने अनजाने राजीव के बल्ज की और चली गयी।

टाईट लीवैस की जींस में साफ दिख रहा था...और ऊपर से राजीव का एक हाथ अब सीधे वहीं पे....दो उंगलियाँ उस उत्तेजित शिष्ण के किनारे....

अब फंस गयी लौन्डीया ....मैंने सोचा और भुस में और आग लगाई....

देखो....तुम्हारे जीजा के पास है और मेरे पास नहीं,

हाँ और लडकियां जब हाथ में काढा काढा पकड़ती हैं तो उन्हें अच्छा लगता है, कुछ तो होंठों से भी लगा लेती हैं, वो बोले।

धत जीजू आप भी...जाइये मैं नहीं बोलती आप ऐसी वैसी बातें करते हैं....कम्मो बोली, लेकिन निगाह अभी भी टेंट पोल से चिपकी।

अरे इसमें शरमाने की क्या बात है.....जीजा साली में क्या शरम और वो भी होली में....आख़िरी क्लू .....वो होली में तुम्हारा गिफ्ट भी है....वो बेचारी और शरमा गयी.

लो पकडो ये पे....देखो है ना लांग और हार्ड ...और जब तुम अपने हाथ से ले के दबाओगी तो लीक भी करेगा....है ना.....इम्पोर्टेड है....वैसे तुम क्या सोच रही थी लांग और हार्ड....उन्होंने उसे और छेडा।

अरे लिख के देख ले कहीं तुम्हारे जीजा ने नुमाइश का माल न पकड़ा दिया हो. मैंने उसे चढाया।

ठीक कहती हो दीदी....क्या भरोसा...और लिखने के लिए उसने एक कागज़ निकालते हुए उन्हें चिढाया, इम्पोर्टेड ...चीन का बना है क्या....बारह आने वाला...क्यों जीजू।

अरे वाटरमैन है नामी देखो उस पे नाम लिखा भी है, चलो अच्छा लिखो।

क्या....पेन कागज़ पे लगा के वो बैठी...
आई उन्होंने बोला.

आई बोल के उसने लिखा और उनकी और सिर उठा के देखा. किशोर होंठों पे पेन लगाए वो बढ़ी सुंदर लग रही थी।

एल ओ वी ई वाई.....वो बोल रहे थे...

और वो ध्यान से लिख रही थी... एल ओ वी ई वाई

अचानक वो समझ गयी ...ये क्या लिखवा रहे हैं...और अचानक पेन के पिछले हिस्से से ढेर सारा गुलाबी रंग सीधे उसके चहरे......

हंसते हुए वो बोले अरे बुरा ना मानना साली जी होली है....होली की आपके लिए ख़ास गिफ्ट...मैंने सोचा होली की शुरुआत सबसे पहले सबसे छोटी साली के साथ करते हैं....

उसके गाल गुलाब हो हाय थे. और रंग सिर्फ़ उसके गुलाबी गालों पे नहीं पढा था बल्की सफ़ेद ब्लाउज पे भी, और उसके अधखिले उरोज भी लाल छीन्टो से.....बस लग रहा था अचानक जैसे कोई गुलाब खिल उठा हो. कुछ तो वो शरमाई, सकुचाई पर अगले ही पल, कातिल निगाहों से उन्हें देख के बोली,

मुझे क्या मालुम था की....जीजू का इतनी जल्दी, हाथ में पकड़ते ही गिर पढेगा।

उस का ये द्वि अर्थी दाय्लोग सुन के मुझे लगा की सच में ये मेरी छोटी बहन होने के काबिल है. मुस्कराके मैंने उसे और चढाया,

अरी कम्मो, सुन अरे ज़रा अपने जीजा को भी रंग लगा दे सीधे अपने गाल से उनके गाल पे, वो भी क्या याद करेंगें किस साली से पाला पढा है।

एक दम दीदी और आगे बढ़ के उसने अपने गोरे गुलाबी रंग से सने गाल ....सीधे उनके गालों पे, ....राजीव की तो चांदी हो गयी. इस चक्कर में अब वह कैसे उनके सीधे गोद में आ गयी उस बिचारी को पता भी नहीं चला.और गालों से गाल रगड़ते अचानक दोनों के होंठ एक पल के लिए ....कम्मो को तो जैसे करेंट लग गया ....वो वहीं ठिठुर गयी ....पर राजीव कौन रुकने वाले थे. उसके उरोजों की और साफ साफ इशारा कर के बोले,

अरी साली जी रंग तो यहाँ भी लगा है ....ज़रा इससे भी लगा दीजिये ना

वो बिचारी क्या बोलती, मैं बोली उस की और से।

अरे सब काम साली ही करेगी आख़िर तुम जीजा किस बात के हो और फ़िर तो सीधे उनके हाथ उस नव किशोरी के उभरते जोबन पे
चालाक वो बहुत थी. तुरंत बात पलटते हुए बोली ।

अरे जीजू आप इत्ती देर से आए हैं आप को अभी तक पानी भी पिलाया ....आप क्या सोचेंगें की अल्पना दीदी नहीं है तो कोई पूछने वाला नहीं है और उन की गोद से उठ के वो हिरनी ये जा ....वो जा।

और पीछे से उसके कड़े कड़े छोटे मटकते गोल नितम्बो को देख के तो राजीव की हालत ही ख़राब हो गयी. उनका बालिष्ट भर का खूंटा अब जींस के काबू में नहीं आ र्रहा था।

उसके पीछे पीछे मैं भी किचेन में पहुँची, आ चल थोड़ी तेरी हल्प करा दूँ और पास में आ के उस के कान में हल्के से कहा, अरे तू भी तो अपने जीजू का जवाब दे दे। होली का मौका है कया ऐसे ही सूखे सूखे जाने देगी उनको।

वही तो कर रही हूँ दीदी। और उसने ग्लास की और इशारा किया। जब मैंने ग्लास में झांका तो मुस्कराये बिना नहीं रह सकी।
अच्छा ये बता की कुछ कोल्ध ध्रिंक विंक है क्या। ... मैं नाश्ते का इतजाम करती हूँ और तू कर अपने जीजा का।

मेरी अच्छी दीदी. ...कोल्ध ध्रिंक फ्रिज में है और फ्रिज . वो बोली।

अरे मालुम है मुझे पहली बात नहीं आ रही हूँ, और मैं बगल के कमरे में गयी जहा फ्रिज रखा था।


ननद ने खेली होली--3

स्प्राईट की एक बढ़ी बोतल निकाल के तीन ग्लास में। तब तक मेरी निगाह बगल में रखी ड्रिंक कैबिनेट पे पढी. ...उसे खोला तो वोडका। ... जिन - फ़िर क्या था. ...स्प्राईट के साथ. कुछ स्नैक्स रख के जब मैं बाहर पहुँची तो कम्मो बढ़ी अदा से सीधे अपने उरोजों से सटा के ग्लास रख के पूछ रही थी,

क्यों जीजू बहोत प्यास लगी है।

हाँ. ...बहोत। कौन जीजा मना करता।

गुलाबी रंग से उसका सफ़ेद ब्लाउज एक दम चिपक गया था और उसके किशोर उभारों की पुरी रूप रेखा, कटाव यहाँ तक की ब्रा की लाइन भी साफ साफ दिख रही थी। रगड़ा रगडी में ऊपर के एक दो बटन भी खुल गए थे। और हल्का हल्का क्लिवेज - साफ साफ. ...और जैसे ये काफी ना हो, उसने दांतों से हलके से अपने गुलाबी होंठ काटते फ़िर पूछा।

तो जीजा बुझा दूँ. ...ना

और जैसे ही उन्होंने हाथ बढाया. ...पूरा पूरा का ग्लास भर। जाडा लाल रंग उनकी झाक्काक सफ़ेद रंग की शर्त पुरी तरह लाल। और हम दोनों जोर जोर से हंसने लगे।

ये हुयी ना पूरी होली। ...देखा मेरी बहन का बदला। तुमने तो पूरा ही ढाला था और यहाँ इस ने पूरा का पूरा और क्या जीजी। और अभी तो ये होली की शुरू आत है। ... हंस के वो मेरे पीछे छिपती हुयी बोली।

अरे साली. ...बताता हूँ तुझे. ...और पकड़ के अब वो दुबारा उनकी गोद में. ...और इस धर पकड़ में स्कूल ड्रेस की ब्लाउज के एकाध बटन और...

अच्छा चलो. ...पहले ये कोल्ड ड्रिंक पी के थोड़ा गरमी कम करो. ...और मैंने आँख मार के राजीव को इशारा किया, और उन्होंने पकड़ के ग्लास कम्मो के होंठों पे. ...जबरन ...

स्प्राईट बुझाये प्यास बाकी सब बकवास। ...मैं हंस के बोली.

स्प्राईट कम। वोडका ज्यादा।

उन्ह। ...उन्ह. ...ये तो उसने बुरा सा मुंह बनाया.

अरे पी ले पी ले वरना ये मुझे चिढायेंगे. ...कैसी साली है ज़रा सा जीजा के हाथों. ...मैं बोली और राजीव को मौका मिल गया, एक हाथ से कास के उसकी ठुड्डी पकड़ के दूसरे से ग्लास आधी से ज्यादा खाली कर दी।

अरे आप भी तो पीजिए और अब कम्मो का नम्बर था उसने बाकी बची ग्लास अपने हाथों से अपने जीजा के मुंह से लगा के खाली कर दी.

चल अब जैसे तूने अपने गाल का रंग मेरे गालों पे रगड़ा था ना मेरी शर्त का रंग. वो लाख ना नुकुर करती रही लेकिन अपनी चौढी मजबूत छाती से उसका सीना. ...मैं जानती थी ना उनकी पकड़ की ताकता. ...अच्छी खासी औरतें भीं और ये तो बिचारी अभी बछ्डी थी।

उसके ब्लाउज के सारे बटन टूट ....यहाँ तक की सफ़ेद टीन ब्रा के स्ट्रैप भी हल्की हल्की गुलाबी हो रही थी।

अच्छा चलो अब बहोत हो गया. ...इत्ती सीधी साधी साली मिल गयी तो. ...चलो कुछ खा पी लो. ...ले कम्मो. ...मेरे हाथ से. ...और मैंने एक समोसा उस के मुंह में डाल दिया।

ओन्ह्म्मा. ...उसने मुंह बनाया तो मैंने हड़का लिया. ...अरे अभी जीजा डालते तो पूरा का पूरा गप्प कर लेती और यहाँ मैं दे रही हूँ तो मुंह बना रही है।

वो यहाँ लगी थी और उधर उन्होंने अपनी जेब से गाढ़ा लाल रंग निकाल के दोनों हाथों पे ...

अरे ये भी तो ले देख सट से अन्दर चला जायेगा. ...और फ़िर वोड़का मिली स्प्राईट. ...आधी ग्लास एक झटके में।

वो दोनों हाथ से ग्लास पकडे थी की उनका लाल रंग पुता हाथ पहले इस कमसिन किशोरी के चिकने गाल और जब तक वो समझे सम्हाले. ...सीधे ब्रा के अन्दर घुस के उस के उभारों को लाल. ...कुछ रंग से कुछ रगड़ से. ...बिचारी के दोनों हाथ तो फंसे थे. ...और राजीव ने एक हाथ से कास के उसकी पतली कमर पकड़ रखी थी।

जीजू ये फाउल है. ...ग्लास रख के वो बोली।

सब कुछ जायज है. ...होली में और साली के साथ. ...और उन के हाथ उस के अधखिले कच्चे गुलाबों का. ...रस ले रहे थे।

वो छटपटा रही थी. ...कसमसा रही थी. ...मचल रही थी

जीजू. छोडो ना. ...क्या करते हो वहाँ नहीं. ...गंदे. ...ओह्ह नहीनीई. ...ओह्ह हाँ हाँ

और तब तक इस खींचा तानी में उस की फ्रंट ओपन ब्रा का हुक टूट गया. ...और।

वो जवानी की गोलाइयां. ...गोर्री गोरी हलके हलके रंग में लिथड़ी...

ये. .अरे तू भी लगा ना मैं साथ देती हूँ अपनी बहन का. ...और उन की जेब से वार्निश की ट्यूब निकाल के कम्मो के दोनों हाथ जबरन फैला के पोत दिए और बोली, ले लगा अपने जीजू को. ...वो बिचारी. ...दोनों हाथ मेरी पकड़ में थे और उन्होंने अब ब्रा पुरी की पुरी खोल दी.
छोटे छोटे कड़े जवानी के उभार. ...सूरज उगने के पहले की लाली से निपल

बिचारे राजीव. ...आंखो और हाथ में जंग हो रही थी. ...देंखे की रगड़ें मसले. ...और जीत हाथों की हुयी।

ये फाउल है. ...उस बिचारी को टाप लेस कर दिया और ख़ुद अबकी मैं बोली. ...और उनकी शर्ट के बटन खोल के शर्ट फर्श पे. बनियान तो उन्होंने पहनी नहीं थी

ले कम्मो लगा उनकी छाती पे. ...और कम्मो भी जोश में आके उनके सीने पे रगड़ने मसलने लगी

कुछ नई आई चढ़ती जवानी का जोश

कुछ स्प्राईट में वोड़का का जोश और सबसे बाद के

जीजा के साथ होली में रगड़न मसलन का जोश

कम्मो कस कस के उनके सिने में रंग लगा रही थी और वो कम्मो की कच्ची कलियों में रस भरने में लगे थे.

ब्रा का हुक तो पहले ही टूट चुका था और ब्लाउज भी स्कर्ट से बाहर निकली बटन सार्रे खुले,

अरे कपडे क्यो बरबाद करते हो बिचार्री के होली खेलना है तो साली से खेलो कहाँ भागी जा रही है बिचार्री और ये कह के मैंने एक साथ ही उस के ब्लाउज और ब्रा को पकड़ के खींच दिया,

अरे सिने से सीना रागादो तभ हो ना जीजा साली की होली, मैंने दोनों को ललकारा।

राजीव को तो किसी ललकार की जरूरत नहीं थी...सीधे से उन्होंने कम्मो को बांहों में भर लिया और वो भी अब सीधे से. ...उनके चौड़े मजबूत सिने में उसकी नवांकुर छातियां दब रही थीं.

थोड़े ही देर में दोनों फर्श पे थे. मैंने सोफे से कुषाण निकाल के कम्मो के छोटे छोटे चूतादों और सर के निचे लगा दिया और राजीव उसके ऊपर....मौका देख के मैंने उसकी स्कूल की नेवी ब्लू स्कर्ट पकड़ के खीची और उतार दी। अब वो बस एक छोटी सी सफ़ेद पैंटी और स्कूल के जूतों में...अब राजीव उसकी उन छोटी उभरती हुई चून्चियों को निहार रहे थे. ...जिसके बार्रे में सोच के ही उनका मस्ताना लैंड तन्ना जाता था.और इती छोटी भी नहीं...बस मुट्ठी में समा जायं..और उसके बिच में छोटे से प्यार्रे गुलाबी चूचुक....

हे इसके सार्रे कपडे तुमने बरबाद कर दिए. ..अब नए कपडे देने होंगे...मैंने राजीव को छेड़ा।

एक दम दूंगा आख़िर मेरी सबसे छोटी साली है...और होली का गिफ्ट...तो दूंगा ही....लेकिन पहले बोलो तुम क्या दोगी...मेरी प्यार्री साली जी।

उसके भोले भोले चहर्रे पे बड़ी बड़ी रतनार्री आँखे कह रही थीं...जो तुम चाहो...और वैसे भी तुमने छोडा ही क्या है....

लेकिन उसके लरजते किशोर होंठों से बड़ी मुश्किल से निकला....मेरे पास है ही क्या।

अरे बहुत कुछ है। राजीव एक दम अपने पटाने वाले अंदाज में आ गए,

ये रसीले होंठ, ये गुदाज मस्त जोबन और अचानक चद्धि के ऊपर से ही उसकी चुन्मुनिया को दबोच के बोले, और ये कारूँ का खजाना.

वो बेचार्री चुप रही शायद पहली बार किसी मर्द का हाथ वहाँ पडा हो, लेकिन मैं बोल पड़ी,

अरे बोल दे वरना तू अपने जीजू को नहीं जानती....

चुप का मतलब हाँ इसका मतलब साली चाहती है की मैं तीनो ले लूँ....ये कह के कस के पैंटी के ऊपर से उन्होंने उसकी चुन्मुनिया मसल दी.

मैंने सर हिला के कम्मो की और ना का इशारा किया और होंठो पे जीभ फिराई।

उस बिचार्री ने भी उसी तरह...होंठो की और इशारा किया।

ऐसे थोडी साफ बता क्या देगी वरना और अब उनकी दो उंगलियाँ पैंटी के अन्दर घुस चुकी थीं.

मैंने हलके से फुसफुसा के बोला चुम्मी. .बोल चुम्मी ले लें।

वो बोली चुम्मी...तभ तक राजीव की निगाह हमार्री इशार्रे बाजी की और पड़ चुकी थी।

हे फाउल ये नहीं चलेगा....दोनों बहने मिल के तभी ये सस्ते में छूट गई...वो मुझसे बोले।

अरे तो मैं अपनी बहन का साथ नहीं दूँगी तो क्या तुम्हार्री उस छिनाल रंडी बहन गुडी का साथ दूँगी. हंस के मैं बोली. कम्मो भी मेरे साथ हंस ने लगी।

अच्छा चल मैं चुम्मी पे संतोस्छ कर लूंगा लेकिन बाद में ये नहीं बोलना की...नहीं जीजू नहीं....वो बोले।

ठीक है बोल दे रे कम्मो ये भी क्या याद कर्रेंगें की किसी दिल दार से पाला पडा था, मैंने चढाया।

ठीक है जीजू ले लीजिये चुम्मी आप भी क्या याद कर्रेंगें,

राजीव ने झुक के उसके अन छुए होंठों का एक हल्का सा चुम्बन ले लिया और फ़िर अगले ही पल उनके होंठों के बीच, उसके होंठ तगड़ी गिरफ्त में, कभी चूमते कभी चूसते...और थोडी देर में ही राजीव की जीभ ने उसके रसीले होंठों को फैला के सीधे अन्दर घुस गई।

मैं उसके सर के पास से हट के पैरों के पास चली गई।

उस बिचार्री को क्या मालूम उसने कितना खतरनाक फैसला किया है, राजीव के होंठ उनके बालिष्ट भर के लंड से किसी मामले में खतरनाक नहीं थे।

ननद ने खेली होली--4



लेकिन जिस तरह से कम्मों की टाँगे फैली थीं, ये साफ था की उसे भी बहोत रस आ रहा था। मेरे हाथ अपने आप उसके जाँघों पे. ..क्या चिकनी मांसल रस दार झान्घे थीं.....और झान्घों के बीच....वो तरीकों...हल्का हल्का झलक रहा था. कच्ची कलियों को भोगने का शौक तो मुझे भी बचपन से लग गया था, होली का तो मौका था जब भाभी ने रंग लगाने के बहाने ना सिर्फ़ मेरी जम के उंगली की बल्कि पहली बार झाडा...इससे सात आठ महीने ही ज्यादा बड़ी रही हौंगी और फ़िर बोर्डिंग में....११ विन से थी...टेंथ पास कर के ही तो लड़कियां आती थीं...लेकिन आने के हफ्ते भर के अन्दर ही ऐसे जबरदस्त रागिंग....पूरी चूत पुरान. ..और सार्री नई लड़कियां....एक दूसरे की चूत में उंगली...लेस्बियन रेसलिंग....और जो सबसे सटी सावित्री बनने का नाटक करतीं उन्हें तोड़ने का काम मेरा होता...एक से एक सीधी साधी भोली भाली लड़कियों को भोगा मैंने...लेकिन ये तो उन सब से कच्ची. ...पर तन और मन दोनों से ज्यादा रसीली....मुझसे नहीं रहा गया और मैंने सहलाते सहलाते...एक झटके में पैंटी को नीचे खींच के फेंक दिया जहाँ उसकी ब्रा और स्कर्ट पड़ी थीं....

इतनी सेक्सी...मुझे तो लगा मैं देख के ही झड़ जाउंगी....खूब कसी कसी गुलाबी पुतियाँ....बस हलकी सी दरार दिख रही थी...और झांटे बस आना शुरू ही हुयीं थी....वो बहोत गोरी थी और उस की झांटे भी हलकी भूरी। मुझसे नही रहा गया और मैंने उंगलियों से हलके हलके घुमाना शुरू कर दिया। उसकी पुतियों में हलकी सी हरकत हुयी तो मैंने दूसर्रे हाथ से वहाँ हलके से दबा दिया...क्या मस्त मुलायम....

उधर राजीव के होंठ अब उसकी छोटी छोटी चून्चियों के बेस पे....पहले चूम के फ़िर लिक कर के. ..और थोडी देर में उसका एक कडा गुलाबी चुचुक राजीव के होंठों के बिच में....चूभालाते चूसते चूमते. ...वो अब सिसक रही थी दोनों हाथ राजीव के सर को पकडे अपनी और खींच रहा था।

मस्ता रही है साली...मैंने सोचा...फ़िर मेरी उंगली की टिप पुतियों के बीच... हल्का सा गीलापन था वहाँ...मैं बस हलके बिना दबाये ऊपर निचे...अंगुली की टिप करती रही।


Holi Sexperience



It was holi-eve and Sarika had spent all the evening drinking and playing at all ladies' kitty party. Drinks flowed like water while women played cards and later watched porn-movies which were followed by lesbian orgy. It was past midnight before the part was over. Like many of other women, Sarika was too drunk to drive. One of her friends gave her ride to her home. When the car stopped at her home, Sarika picked up her purse and leaning over, she gave her friend a kiss on the lips. Struggling with the door lock of the car drunkenly, it took several moments, but she finally unlocked it and pushed it open. "Thank you.... Poonam," she mumbled drunkenly as she stumbled out of the car, "mazaa aa gayaa." Sarika wobbled out of the car and nearly fell on her face. "tu Theek hai naa...?" her friend asked as she watched Sarika reel up the sidewalk to her house. Sarika didn't hear her and continued to stagger up in the sidewalk her high heels. At last she made it to the gate, and stopped. Leaning against it, Sarika waved at the car. She pushed the gate open and with a final wave, watched the car slowly roll down the street leaving her standing just outside her gate.

Sarika was a 33 years old, exceptionally beautiful and voluptuous lady. With her drop-dead good looks, her high tilt full breasts and a measurement of 38-24-36, she looked more like the centerfolds of Playboy and Penthouse magazines. Her husband, Sameer, was 5 years elder to her and he was an industrialist. In fact Sameer was a workaholic and they hardly saw much of each other. They had a nice sexual life only during first two – three years. Then Sameer got more and more engrossed in his business and Sarika too adjusted to it by joining kitty-parties and ladies' poker-clubs. These poker-clubs and kitty-parties actually involved lots of drinking, porn-movies and lesbian orgies. So, she had been enjoying her life even after her husband's negligence. 

As Sarika lurched herself drunkenly in high heeled sandals, her servant, Ramesh, ran out to support her. Ramesh was only 18 years old but he was very strong and well-built. He hailed from some village in U.P. He grabbed Sarika under the arms and helped walk inside. He had done this several times before so now it was no big deal. He knew the drill, throw her in bed and let her sleep it off. By noon tomorrow she would be fine. Sarika, his memsaab, was really smashed today. She was also very horny and as she lurched, while being supported by Ramesh, her mind began reeling with licentious thoughts. She never had such feelings about Ramesh before. Sarika felt the pangs of hunger. Ramesh also realized that the top two hooks of her blouse were open and Sarika was giving teenaged servant quite a view. As he maneuvered Sarika toward the front door, he got a good handful of her tit. He was starting to get turned on. His cock was starting to stiffen in his pajamas. Sarika was getting very turned on. Her nipples were very hard and sensitive... She imagined he had a hard-on already. The whole situation had her pussy all wet and hot for a cock. With her arm around his shoulder and his right arm round her waist, they climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Little tingles of orgasmic pleasure jangled her nerves as his hand slide down her back onto her buttocks.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, Sarika dropped down onto a leather sofa-chair. Ramesh's eyes nearly bugged out as Sarika deliberately let her "pallu" fell off, and two of the four open hooks of her thin deep-cut, sleeveless blouse exhibited her bra encased tits out in the open. Her nipples made prominent bumps in the fabric of her bra. Sarika smiled as she brushed back her hair. She made an elaborate production out of it, making certain her shoulders were thrown well back to emphasize her big tits. She told him to get two glasses and gin from the closet. Sarika poured drinks in glasses and told him to grab one. He looked at her and swallowed it in a single gulp. Sarika too sipped her drink while he stood there looking at her with uncertainty. She knew he was excited but nervous. Sarika looked up at Ramesh with a lusty look, and said in a voice slurred with drink, "meri choot aaj lunD ke liye bahut ta.Dap rahii hai...tu jee bhar ke chod mujhe. "M... m ... memsaab!" Ramesh squeaked as one of her hands took a hold of the woody in his pajamas. He moaned a little. She immediately started squeezing and stroking. Ramesh stiffened against her. She hummed and giggled drunkenly. He didn't want to... He didn't know what he wanted to do? The woman was rubbing his cock and he was getting harder than rock. Before he could even open his mouth to respond, his memsaab's hand was in through the slit of his pajamas and closing around his lunD!

Sarika shivered from her enslavement to the surges of hot longing which made her ache to have this young boy deep up inside her choot. There were no thoughts in her mind except the one blazing desire for the moment when he would plunge his fleshy, virile hardness into her belly and fill her gaping needs... Sarika started taking off her clothes as he stared at her, and his mouth hinged open, his eyes bulging from his face. She removed her sari in a jiffy and finally, unashamedly, tore off the panties and sat completely naked except for her high heeled sandals before the pop-eyed youth, the moist, petal-like pink lips of her fiercely throbbing clean-shaven vagina presented to his view in utter sacrifice. 

Her last lust-filled appeal drove Ramesh helplessly wild, galvanized him into action. Sarika watched, fascinated as the boy took off his shirt. He was more muscular than she'd thought. His chest and abdomen looked like they'd been carved out of stone. He pushed down the briefs and his cock sprung up and out. His prick looked like a big veiny billy-club. And it throbbed; Sarika couldn't take her eyes off his cock. Her husband's cock was nowhere near this big, this powerful looking. The boy's lunD almost frightened her. Sarika got up and staggered in her high-heeled sandals to the bed, nearly falling over and Ramesh instinctively grabbed her waist to steady her. She smiled at him, and then put her hands on his bare chest. Ramesh gulped as her hands started to stroke over his chest and worked their way downwards. In the space of a moment Ramesh forgot who this naked person was and just gave in to the rising lust within him. Relaxing he savored the feel of his memsaab's warm skin against his, the hardness of her nipples digging into his chest which contrasted with the softness of her tits as they flattened against him. Sarika's free hand seemed to be everywhere, on his chest, his back, his buttocks, everywhere and all the while her other hand was pumping away on his lunD. Beyond thinking he let his hands return her caress, moving them all over her body, stroking her warm skin as he worked them downwards. "Oooh Ramesh, mere nipple mu.nha mein le kar choos," Sarika gasped and groaned at the same time. Ramesh was on his way and really chomped down on Sarika's left nipple.

Sarika was too drunk and horny to keep standing...she dropped to the carpeted floor, her hands pulling Ramesh down with her. He landed on his knees before her wide-spread legs. Reaching up she began to pull at him, her hands demanding as she tugged him over her and then reached between them to grab his lunD and placed it at her choot. "chod mujhe, chod mujhe, chod mujhe." Sarika was chanting over and over. Ramesh's cock was bobbing around like it was possessed. He pressed his hard-on into her groin-effecting a dry-fuck and simultaneously fondling her breasts. His hand curled further down and parted the soft fleshy lips of her vagina. Then, Sarika groaned heavily up into his mouth as she felt it snake teasingly up inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her, and Sarika ground up against Ramesh's hand, spreading her legs with passion as his thrusting finger slithered wetly and deeply up into her hungrily welcoming vagina. Sarika tightened her arms around him in alcohol-dazed passion as his hotly searing mouth and tongue pressed hard against her open lips. Ramesh was panting, his powerful chest heaving up and down. The boy appeared totally flustered. He moved forward, pushed his fat cock-head against her pussy-hole. He leaned into her, wiggling his loins. His prick forced her cunt-lips wide. The cock-knob slid inside, then the prick-shaft. With unbridled passion, he entered her, swift and sure of himself. It took five or six thrusts before the entire ten inches was buried inside her. Sarika could hardly believe how hard and thick and long his cock was. It filled her so rapturously full. The bulk of it was causing incredible rapture. It was as if her entire core was throbbingly cumming on his pulsating cock. Half-sobbing, her cries became wilder as he began to fuck her with the huge rod. Sarika shook all over with ecstasy and forcefully thrust herself up at him. She put her own hands over her breasts and kneaded them. At the same instant that his milky load blasted the insides of her belly, her choot erupted. At every gush of fluid hitting her cervix, Sarika shrieked with bliss. "Uhhh... uhhh.... uhhh.... uhhh..... aaaaa! ....... unnghh urggh aaiiiee ouiii mmaaaa" It was a totally uncontrolled, mind-boggling climax. 

His lunD did not lose its virility when he withdrew it. Seeing that he still had a seething hard-on, Sarika hoped to detain him for another fuck. She grasped his lunD, and felt it pulsate demandingly in her hand. Sarika began to stroke it up and down. Her fingers explored his precious balls, so weighty and thick. He moved his legs further apart to give her plenty of room to play. Sarika brought it to her lips. Encircling the crown in her soft lips, she sucked it in. A moan escaped her throat as more of his manhood filled her mouth. His lunD continued to swell in her mouth. Sarika made several swallowing actions to open her throat to allow his lunD to enter, not wanting to remove any as it grew. She was too conceited thinking she could deep throat that monster! It grew, and grew; she was forced to pull back off it as her gag reflex took over. She went to work back on his cock. Sarika licked and slurped along the massive length of his black pole. Sucking gently on his balls, as her hand unable to reach all the way around his fat cock, Sarika masturbated him. Using both hands on him, Sarika swallowed his lunD once again, gagging herself with wild abandon on his manhood. She felt his cock tighten, and he grabbed her hair in his hands, driving his lunD cruelly down her throat. His hot seed gushed down her throat. Trying to swallow, Sarika pulled back some. More gobs entered her throat, several last spurts striking her face. After that, Ramesh left and Sarika lay on the bed and went off to sleep...just like that wearing only her high-heeled sandals.

Next day (Holi), Sarika woke up quite late...around 11 a.m. She never played colors on Holi. Sarika was still feeling little dizzy and had hangover of drinks and amazing sex with Ramesh. Even now, she was wearing only her high-heeled sandals. Sarika removed them too and went for bath. She felt fresh after the bath. She put on her sky-blue nightie and black sandals and told Ramesh to serve the lunch. Ramesh was behaving normal... as if nothing had happened previous night. After lunch, she told him to go to his room and take rest.

Ramesh and the gardener (Girdhari) and driver (Karan) stayed in their separate rooms above car garages.

Sarika came to her bedroom and decided to just sit back and relax, watching a blue-movie... she had borrowed few days back from one of her friends. She poured herself a stiff drink and put on the video. The film she put in the player, however, was not what she anticipated. It was about girls doing it with animals. As she watched the movie, Sarika felt her crotch beginning to turn liquid. The girl in the film was sucking her canine lover's cock. Sarika was getting hot. She reached over to the bottle of whiskey and poured another double into her glass and drank the raw whiskey in huge gulps. She felt a little ashamed at the way she'd been drinking, but she couldn't help being grateful for the lightheadedness. The girl was now enjoying getting fucked by her pet. The sensitive nerve endings of her cunt, inflamed by the whiskey, were signaling their readiness to be titillated. The tips of her fingers began to brush across the shaved mons. Sarika felt a strange and frightening feeling begin to rise within her body. The palm of her hand pressed against her clitoris as her fingers slipped between her lips and into the depths of her vagina. She began to massage the soft ridges within her. Her legs came back as the other hand sought her now swollen lips and clitoris.

Sarika could feel the strength steadily leaving her body as she kept remembering vividly Ramesh's penis pistoning in and out of her warm, willing cunt until it came and filled her wide-stretched pussy with wildly spurting young seed. God, the aching desire in her loins was too much to bear, as she masturbated lying on her bed, wearing only her high-heeled sandals. "uunnh uunnhhh uunnhhhhh uunnnnnhhhhh oooooommmmmm aannh aaaannnh uuuuuummmmm mmmppppphhhhh", Sarika moaned as she thrashed miserably on the bed for a few more minutes, rose up naked from her bed and again put on the nightie. It was pointless to struggle against the deliciously searing flames, and Sarika surrendered helplessly to the maddening, ever-rising sensations.

Sarika was teetering a-bit, drunkenly in her sandals as she went towards the garage to call Ramesh. But she found him in the lawn along with Girdhari and Karan. Sarika told Ramesh to come inside as she needed his help. When she reached her bedroom...Sarika found Ramesh and Girdhari both following her. When she asked Girdhari what he was doing there....he chuckled obscenely...she could see the lewd desire in their burning eyes. "memsaab... mai.n bhI aapko bahut mazaa doo.ngA.... Ramesh tau abhI bachchA hai", Girdhari said lewdly, "MerA heavy lund ek baar chakha logi tau roz tumhAri choot iske liye tarasegi" At the same time he put his hand inside his dhoti and took out his massiveness of his lust-hardened cock. His prick looked like a big veiny billyclub. And it throbbed. A startled gasp escaped her lips as Sarika stared at the huge, throbbing shaft of his fully erect penis, held obscenely in his free hand. Sarika couldn't take her eyes off it. She hadn't imagined that anything could be so big. It looked powerful and strong, and it was an angry red color from the blood that was pumping lustfully through it. The whisky swirled heatedly through her bloodstream, and her nerve-ends seemed to tingle. Sarika could feel a taunting tendril of some unmentionable sensation creep slowly through her loins, and a strange moistness seep out from between her thighs.

His eyes blazed with the uncontrolled lust, which was burning through his loins, and his immense, fully exposed penis pointing and jerking ahead of him as Sarika signaled him to come over as she lay on the couch. Sarika lay spread-eagled on the couch wearing only her high heels, the openly receptive slit of her vagina lewdly presented, while Girdhari hovered above her, his blood-inflated penis outstretched and ready. Sarika drew in her breath sharply when she felt the hard, unyielding flesh of Girdhari's poised penis nudging at the softly quivering outer lips of her vagina. "AAAAgggghhh... NahhhIII.nnnn..." she wailed aloud as Girdhari pushed relentlessly forward, straining almost unbearably the fragile tissues of her cuntal hole pushing the burgeoning head of his hunger-distended shaft in her vagina. "aaaahhh... maiii.n mareeeee..." Sarika sobbed as the giant rod cleaved into her, forcing its way up into passage. Girdhari hesitated for a moment and withdrew his monstrous penis and signaled something to Ramesh. Ramesh immediately ran out and within a moment he was back with a glass. "lo memsaab... thoDi bhaa.ng pee lo... aaj holi hai aur isse pee kar tum mere heavy lund kA mazaa le sakogi... bilakool nahi.n dukhegi tumhAri choot". Without second thought, Sarika gulped down the whole glass and within few moments she felt the world whirling around her. She tried to stand but couldn't walk a single step in her high-heeled sandals and landed on the carpeted floor. This time Girdhari took off all his clothes and he lay naked on the floor beside her.

Her arms tightened around his neck and she clung to him, her body straining eagerly against his. Immediately, he guided the huge, blood-bloated head towards the quivering opening to her body, and placed against the delicate flesh. Then he surged forward with all the strength. "Aaarrrrgggghhhh... Ohhhhhh..." Sarika wailed as she felt the giant instrument cleave through the futilely resisting cuntal sheath, and forge its way into her moistly giving vaginal depths. Sarika felt completely stuffed with his big, thick lunD, and it seemed to be expanding inside her with every passing second. Without waiting, he began to establish a rhythmic sawing in and out, holding her firmly by the hips. He drove into her with deep hard strokes, hitting bottom each time, his heavy, churning balls slapping lewdly against the upraised crevice of her softly rounded backside, and then withdrawing smoothly until just the hard rubbery head was still buried between her splayed thighs. As she became more accustomed to his enormous girth, her arms reached up and wrapped themselves around his neck, and she bucked against him with increasing rhythm, matching her thrashing with his frantic pounding. Sarika was carried away into a world of her own. Her body was afire with pleasurable sensations, and her brain was alight with joy. Riding the crest of her mounting pleasure, Sarika failed to notice that there was a new movement on the floor beside her. She gasped in surprise when she felt another hand on her hip. It was Ramesh. His hands were racing over her body, trailing over her hips, pulling and kneading at her buttocks. Before she had time to think any further, Sarika found she was being shifted, pulled over sideways, and then she found herself astride Girdhari, his charging lunD still pile-driving into the darkness of her hungrily receptive choot. Ramesh's hands were fondling the flaccid half-moons of her gaa.nD, straining the soft pliant mounds apart, and pressuring the crevice of her backside. Sarika was too intoxicated and horny to think anything.

And then Sarika drew in her breath with a sobbing gasp when she felt the illicit probing of his finger at her secret anus. "aarrrgggghhhhh..." Sarika cried out with sudden vehemence when with brutal strength, Ramesh rammed his middle finger forward and inserted the tip into the tightly clenched sphincter. He continued to burrow it into the rubbery giving passage, forcing it in to the first knuckle. Sarika desperately tried to wriggle her cruelly sundered ass to dislodge the unwanted intruder but her frantic movements only seemed to encourage the penetrating digit to enter further. For a few second more, Ramesh rotated it inside the clinging sheath and then mercifully withdrew it, leaving her consumed with relief. But her relief quickly turned to dread when once more she felt him pulling apart the soft flaccid mounds, his fingers like pinpricks of steel needles in the tender flesh. "apni gaa.nD Dheeli kar.... merA lunD teri pyaari gaa.nD maarne ke liye betaab hai" Ramesh leered lasciviously. And then she felt the insidious nudging of his already fully erect cock against the tiny rubbery opening. Sarika sobbed frantically in silence, trying to pull back from the hard probing. But she was held immobile by Girdhari's fucking in front and by Ramesh's cruel grip in back. Sarika was powerless. She closed her eyes in agony as the pressure on her cringing little rectum grew more intense. "oouuuiiiiii... ruuuukkkko... maii..nnnn marrrrr jaaaoooo.nnngiii" Sarika sobbed wildly as all thought was blanked out by the searing sheet of pain which enveloped her. For a moment, she was aware of nothing but that incredible agony and then when it cleared a little, she realized that Ramesh had penetrated her anus with his huge lunD.




Holiday



Moving into our holiday unit we meet our neighbours. "Hi, I'm Trevor and this is Sue, can we give you a hand shifting in?"

"Sure, that would be great! I'm Adrian and this is Tracy."

"Peter, come help us" Sue calls and their son walks out to help.

We unpack and get on well with our neighbours. As the days go on we have been doing lots with them, having picnic lunches, going touring, generally having fun.

Sue drops over. "Would u like to have a spa Tracy?" I watch Tracy quickly get changed and charge off to the spa. "Peter, bring a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine for me." 

The girls settle into the spa as Peter walks over, chatting to Sue. Lots of giggling seemed to be coming from the spa. 

We have a great first week of our holidays, enjoying time with our neighbours.

I have been watching Peter, as he has taken a great interest in Tracy, seeing him watching as Tracy walks around in the warm weather, staring at her as she sways in her thin summer dresses.

Friday arrives and Trevor, Sue and Peter have started to pack. "I wish I could stay mum, I still have a week of holidays" Peter moans, "I have really enjoyed this place!"

"We have a spare room and are here for another week" I say to Sue, "I am sure that Tracy won't mind if Peter stays here and we can drop him off after the week."

"Ohhhh please mum, can I???"

"I suppose so, but make sure you are a good boy"

"Sure, he is a lovely guy, we'll take good care of him!" I say as Trevor and Sue leave.

The first day is uneventful although I do notice that Tracy has started to leave her bra off as she walks around the unit. I give Tracy's lovely soft tits a gentle squeeze as she walks past me, kissing her passionately not realising that Peter is in the next room watching us.

"I wish we hadn't asked Peter to stay. I'd love to fuck you right now!!!" I say as I grab her sexy ass.

I leave to get something out of the car and Tracy walks into Peter's room. As she opens the door Tracy sees him laying on the bed, stroking his big hard cock. Tracy stops in her tracks, staring for a second "ohhhh, I'm sorry" watching him going bright red as she watches his hand. Tracy rushes out of the room, both embarrassed at the situation.

Tracy spends the rest of the day thinking of the image that she saw, staying quiet horny for the day. That night as Tracy changed into her nightie she kept thinking of his young hard cock, sliding her panties off and imagining him seeing her lovely bald pussy. Tracy walks into the lounge, sitting on my lap as she has every night, kissing me passionately, sliding her tongue into my mouth, making me very aware that she is very horny and I was in for a lovely night of making love.

We sit up with Peter for a while before leaving for bed. Peter was watching the television as we left and I jumped into bed waiting for you. I lay down and noticed the door open a little and was surprised that you didn't shut it, but I was too excited to bother. I watched as you climbed from the bottom of the bed moving towards me on all fours, licking my thighs as you slowly move up. My cock is so hard as you work your way slowly towards it. 

I think I notice some movement outside our door but am so excited with what Tracy is doing that I ignore it. Tracy moves her tongue towards my cock, not touching it with her hands, slowly licking me, sucking my knob into her wet mouth. I moan loudly as she sucks my cock into her mouth, slurping down on it, sucking it deep into her mouth. I know Tracy's nightie has ridden up high and I imagine what her ass would look like from behind. Tracy starts moving on my cock faster "ohhhhh, honey, I'll blow if you keep doing that!!!" I grab her head as she keeps sucking, knowing that I can't last long with her sucking me like that. Trying to slow her down, she keeps sucking me, faster and faster, deep into her sexy wet mouth. "ooohhhhh" I moan as I start to blow, pumping my cum into her mouth as she sucks it and swallows it. Tracy licks her lips and smils at me.

Tracy snuggles up to me and I put my arms around her as I drop off to sleep even though I know how horny she still is.

I lay there for a while, pretending to be asleep, expecting Tracy to masturbate, knowing how she likes doing that as much as I like her playing with herself. It seems like ages but Tracy starts to move, rubbing her thighs lightly moving her fingers over her sexy soft body. Tracy stops for a few minutes, checking that I am asleep. She slowly slides out of bed, making sure that I don't get disturbed. I watch as Tracy creeps out of our room, going to check on Peter. She knocks lightly on his door before entering. He is laying in bed, watching Tracy walk towards him. She kneels down next to his bed. "Sorry for walking in on you, I should have knocked. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I know that young guys do that, so I should have know better. Did you finish off after I left?"

Blushing a little, Peter nods. "Have you jerked off tonight sweetie?" 

"Yes I did" he replies.

"Where did you cum?"

"On my chest and stomach!" Tracy slide her fingers under the sheet, sliding slowly over his chest, moving slowly down, feeling his nice smooth chest. Tracy lays her head on his chest as she slides her fingers lower, feeling the wetness on his chest.

"mmmmm, it feels like this is where you have cum sweetie" running her fingers over his wet smooth chest. "Did you like me seeing you stroking your hard cock?" running her fingers lower, touching his belly as he nods at the question.

Sliding her fingers down lower, touching the tip of his hard cock, Peter gasps!!! Tracy slides her fingers down further holding his hard cock lightly, stroking it slowly kissing him as she moves her hand up and down his hard shaft. Peter slides his tongue into her mouth and Tracy sucks on it gently, pulling it deeper into her mouth. He is enjoying the feel of her wet mouth as he kisses her back, moaning as Tracy starts stroking his big hard cock. She moves the sheet down, exposing his cock to her view. Tracy gasps as she sees how big and hard it is, licking her lips as she moves her head quickly towards him. Her mouth touches his knob, licking him lightly then sucking it into her mouth. Peter gasps loudly as she sucks his wet knob, sliding her mouth down his hard shaft, making him very wet, enjoying the taste.

Tracy feels Peter's excitement building quickly, not minding that he will cum, knowing the power she has over him. It doesn't take long and he starts shooting as she continues sucking on him, spurting into her mouth. Tracy continues stroking his cock as she sucks his cum into her mouth. He finally finishes spurting and Tracy smiles at him as she plays with his still hard cock. Tracy stands up and looks down at Peter, moving onto his bed, straddling him as he lays flat on his back. She slide down his body, not even needing to touch his cock as she pushes down and it slides easily into her sexy wet pussy. She moans as it slides in, filling her wet hole. Tracy leans down and kisses Peter passionately, pushing her tongue into his mouth, tasting him. 

She starts riding him, pushing deeper onto him, feeling it filling her pussy, making her even wetter. Peter grabs her hips, thrusting in deeply, pumping his young hard cock into her, fucking her hard, deep and fast. Tracy reaches down and touches her clit as she feels her own orgasm building, rubbing it hard as he fucks her hard. He pulls her nightie off and grabs her soft tits, squeezing them as Tracy rides him harder. She lets herself go, feeling her juices squirting out over his cock, wetting his bed just as he spurts his cum deep into her. 

Tracy creeps back to our room, sliding slowly into our bed, not trying to wake me, not even having put her nightie back on. She roll over, putting her back to me and snuggles against me. I have been laying there thinking about what she has been doing, my cock very hard and I slip straight into her as she presses against me. 

I grab her hips and pump my hard cock into her, fucking hard and deep, sliding into her cum filled hole. "mmmmm, your cunt is soo wet honey, you feel so good!" I whisper into your ear as I fuck her deep. "I'm not going to last long, you feel so hot and wet!"

"That's ok Adrian, I don't mind, you just enjoy it, I know I have!"



Holiday



The candy cane trails across my lips and I open them eagerly, sucking the tip into my mouth.

"Ready for this, puppy?"

"Yes Sir!" I answer, grinning up at him.

"Good boy," he murmurs. "Gonna make you all pretty, puppy."

"Really?"

"Oh yes. Close your eyes."

I obey immediately, shivering as I feel him peel off my clothes. "Lift your arms," he says, pulling my shirt off. "And your hips." He slides my jeans down to my ankles and I smile at him, biting my lip, clad only in increasingly damp briefs-and, of course, my collar.

"Such a handsome puppy I have," he whispers, straddling me, his hard heavy cock pressing against my face. "And he's gonna love my hard cock against his face, isn't he?"

I nod, the musky rich scent of his crotch making me dizzy and I rub my face against his boxer-clad cock, relishing the growing wet spot on the front. "Mmm, y-yes Sir. I love it, Sir, love having your cock shoved in my face, love having your musky wonderful scent filling my lungs, love it love it, love it," I mumble against him, sliding my face down to burrow against his heavy balls, reaching my tongue out and licking the fabric. He shudders and chuckles against me.

"Mmm, eager puppy, aren't you? Just love sucking my cock, don't you? Well I've got a surprise for you. A little holiday present for my perfect sweet puppy."

"Really?"

"Mmmhm. Arms behind your back." I listen, feeling him rustle around behind me and a cool wet presence at the curve of my ass.

"Sir? What are you doing?"

He hums, stroking my back and slipping my briefs off. "Just getting your present ready, puppy. I know how much you like having your greedy holes filled." He rummages around some more, my hands tightly bound behind me and I crane my neck around, watching him pull out a rather large glistening carrot. My eyes widen and I grin in excitement.

"You really think I can take all that Sir?"

He catches my eyes and grins back wickedly. "You can take all of me, puppy, so I know you can take as much of this as I can shove into your needy little hole. Now turn back around."

I do, trembling slightly in anticipation as I feel the cold tip touching my ass. He strokes the small of my back, pressing a quick kiss to it. "Relax, puppy. It's not even in yet. And when it's in you won't need to worry about it again because it's staying in there until I pull it out. Or make you eat it."

I groan, listening to him. "Oh please Sir."

"Here it comes, puppy." I can feel a good couple of inches slide into me and I yelp softly, backing into the carrot eagerly. "More, Sir, more, please."

"Easy, easy," he murmurs, a warm heavy hand on my back, steadying as he slides more inside me, the carrot filling me nearly completely. "Almost there, puppy."

I let out a moan, dripping down there as he finishes sliding in most of the carrot, leaving enough out that he can pull it out if need be.

"There we go, puppy," he says, running a hand up my back and letting it rest at the nape of my neck. "Such a good boy you've been, taking all that inside you. Mmm, it gets me so hard just remembering it." He moves from behind me, his throbbing erection swaying before me and a thin line of drool escapes my mouth.

"It does, Sir?"

He chuckles, watching me staring at him. "Oh yes. You want to taste?"

I nod eagerly, gingerly crawling over, each step lightly jostling the enormous carrot inside me and sending small waves of pleasure through me.

"Come on then," he murmurs, rolling back his foreskin and exposing his swollen dripping head, a hand wrapped loosely around his base.

I hum happily, pressing a kiss to the head before licking up the shaft, placing my lips over it and dragging my tongue against the warm flesh.

He lets out a low groan, his hips thrusting a little and his other hand tangles in my hair.

"Nnn, good boy, puppy. You know exactly how to push all my buttons, don't you?"

I pull off and grin at him. "You know to push all my but-"

He jerks my head up, eliciting a low gasp. "Did I say you could talk?"

"N-no, Sir," I answer, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Then get back to my cock." A low snarl and he shoves me back down, a smear of precome getting on my cheek and I open my mouth back up, sucking the head into my mouth.

"Much better."

I swallow around him, my eyes closed in pleasure as I continued to suck his cock, drool running down my chin and he thrusts into my mouth again and again.

"Such a good puppy, sucking my cock. Want to see how much of your pretty mouth we can fill?" His hand reaches down and strokes my back, stopping just above the cleft of my ass and he wiggles the carrot around, grinning.

I moan around him, even more of his hard cock sliding into my mouth.

"I'll take that as a yes," he says, leaning back and thrusting again into my mouth. "You just lie back and take it like a good boy. Let me fuck your pretty mouth until I come on you and coat your skin with my mark."

I whine a little, shaking my head.

"No? Oh no that's right, I forget my puppy just loves to swallow my come, doesn't he? Well, if he keeps up the sucking, he's definitely going to be getting some of his Master's come to swallow."

I squirm in pleasure, nodding around his cock. He takes a handful of my hair, holding me steady as he thrusts into my mouth, finally coming, sending spurt after spurt of hot come against my tongue and I eagerly swallow it, my ass clenching around the carrot as I come as well, the sweet cream dripping down my thighs and soaking the couch.

He glances down at the wet spot on the couch and rubs a hand across my ass. "Tsk, tsk, puppy. You got the couch all wet. You know that's not allowed. You know what happens now, don't you?"

I hang my head, a blush staining my cheeks. "Yes Sir. I get punished because I was a bad boy."

"That's right," he murmurs, still rubbing circles around my ass before he pulls back and smacks it, the sound ringing in my ears. I yelp, the first smack jostling the carrot inside and I whine.

"A-aren't you gonna take out the carrot, Sir?"

"Mmm, let me think," he answers, delivering another smack on the other cheek.

I gasp as it stings, reddening my ass cheeks and he rubs the sore spot briefly before he slaps it again.

"Nope. Not taking it out. Bad boys don't get to have their presents taken out. But I'll be nice this time; you only have two more to go, puppy."

I arch against his hand, silently begging him to continue. He chuckles.

"Puppy doesn't seem to understand the concept of a punishment. Perhaps I should spank him some more, maybe make it ten?"

I shake my head, whimpering. "No, no Sir, please don't give me more, I'll be good, promise."

Another slap comes down on my already-reddened ass and I yelp, the action driving the carrot deeper into me.

He stops, gently pressing against the base of the carrot. "You all right, pup? Not too far in, is it?"

"No, Sir, it's fine. Can you finish my punishment now?"

A smile and he does and I shiver against him, a few drops of come leaking onto his leg.

He eases me off his lap, working his fingers into my asshole, grabbing the base of the carrot and slowly starting to pull it out. It finally comes with a soft 'pop' and I let out a low moan.

"Did you enjoy your present, puppy?"

"Oh yes Sir! It was the best present I've gotten!"

"Good," he says, pulling me into his lap and kissing me softly. "Love you puppy."

I lean up and kiss him back, slipping my tongue into his mouth. "Love you too, Sir."

He hums happily, one hand snaking to the back of my head, holding me as he slides his tongue against mine. My own hands grip his shoulders as I tilt my head back, confident that he'll hold me up. He shoves me down against the pillows, pressing his body over mine, nipping softly at my neck and around my collar.

"Good boy, such a good boy," he murmurs. 

And I grin, reaching up and licking his face. "Your good boy?"

He chuckles, trapping me in his arms and burrowing his face into my neck, making me giggle from his beard. "Of course. You'll always be my good boy."



Holiday



When she had packed for the trip, Jessie had no idea what to expect. The excitement of finally getting to meet him after so long had prompted her to go on a shopping spree, and as a result she had a suitcase full of sexy underwear and half of her wardrobe. She didn't know quite what kind of weather to expect so she had mixed her outfit choices, but she knew what suited her and made sure that everything she packed was going to show her off to her best advantage. She wasn't a particularly tall woman at 5'5, and she may have had more curves than she really wanted, but that didn't matter. He found her beautiful and made her feel desirable and that's all that mattered to her.

Now, stepping off the plane, she feels an overwhelming sense of freedom. She supposed she should feel nervous, maybe even a little frightened, after all she hasn't met him before, but all she feels is excitement and a sense of everything being right. She spots him as she walks over to the baggage handling area and smiles as their eyes meet. As his lips curl up into a grin, she feels the punch of it curling deep in her belly. He looks so happy to see her that for a minute all she can do is stand staring at him as she tries to catch a breath.

Finally she manages to move, spotting her luggage and pulling it off the conveyor before walking towards him. He holds a hand out to her to take the suitcase and as she relinquishes her hold on it, their hands brush against each other shooting heat down her arm. She is amazed at how aroused she is already just having seen him, they haven't yet spoken a word to each other, but as she looks up into his eyes she can tell the feeling is mutual.

"Jessie" he says, dropping the case and stroking his fingers down her cheek slowly "I'm so glad you're finally here."

"Me too Chris." She replies, seconds before his lips come down on hers, drawing her into the most gentle, yet erotic kiss she'd ever experienced. His mouth presses against hers softly as his tongue wraps around her own, the ball of heat in her stomach spreading through her core as she grips his shoulders for support. Reluctantly he pulls away from her, smiling down as she moans a little at the loss.

"Let's go." He says taking her hand. They walked out of the airport, exchanging small talk as they walk to his car. She can feel herself starting to fall asleep as the rhythm of the car lulls her. Looking over she sees him smiling at her.

"When did you last sleep?" he asks.

"Oh about 24 hours ago." She replies laughing.

"Well get some rest, it'll be an hour or so before we reach my place.

She smiles sweetly at him and tilts her seat back, resting her head and closing her eyes. She must have slept as the next thing she knew, Chris was shaking her gently.

"We're here Jessie." He says softly.

Jessie looks around as she steps out of the car, the view is spectacular, just as he had described. She stands for a minute breathing in the air and taking it all in. It seemed so dreamlike that she was actually here. As Chris' arms wrap around her from behind, she leans back into his body and sighs happily.

"You are so lucky to live someplace like this." She says, "This view is completely breathtaking."

"I agree" he replies looking down at her.

Jessie tilts her head, pulling his face down to kiss him slowly and softly, the heat between them increasing and pushing them to deepen the kiss. As she turned in his arms, her breast gently rubs over his chest causing her to moan as her already hard nipple grazes against the fabric of her bra. His hand coming up to pinch the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it gently as her moans vibrate against his tongue. Once again he pulls away from her, looking down into her flushed face as he takes her hand and leads her into the house. As soon as they step inside he presses her up against the door, tasting her lips again as his hands roam over her body, up and down her sides and over her chest. Lifting her and wrapping her legs around his waist he carries her into the bedroom.

As he lays Jessie down gently onto the bed, he smiles at her and she has to remind herself to breathe. He watches her for a minute, delighting in the blush that flushes into her cheeks and down her neck. Smiling he slides his hands into her shirt and slowly lifts it over her head, happy to see the flush spreading down to her breasts. He couldn't say why that splash of colour against her pale skin arouses him so much but all he can think of is taking her then and there. Stepping back, he fists his hands, reminding himself to be slow. He wanted to pleasure her, needed to pleasure her. She looks so beautiful that he was mesmerised, her eyes holding his even as he knew she was embarrassed by his undivided attention.

Walking slowly around the bed, he lifts his own shirt off and throws it into the corner of the room, smiling as he sees her eyes flicker over his chest and down his stomach. When she brings them back to meet his, the lust he sees there snaps what was left of his self control. Straddling her on the bed he crushes his mouth back to hers, reaching around to unclasp her bra as his tongue wraps around hers, demanding more as finally he releases her breasts and takes them into his hands. As his fingers pull and pinch at her nipples, her hands run down his body, circling over his chest and downwards before sliding into the waistband of his jeans. Her fingers unfasten his jeans as he reluctantly pulls away enough to stand and slide them off along with his boxers. As her eyes fasten on him, he lifts her hips from the bed and pulls off her trousers and panties. His eyes roaming over her, lingering on the dampness glistening on her pussy lips.

He leans over the bed and runs his tongue slowly up her leg, lingering on her knee as he looks up into her face. As his tongue continues, running wetly up her thigh he hears her suck in a breath as he approaches the wetness he is desperate to taste. His hands move to her hips, holding her still as his tongue runs along her slit, opening her as he pushes between her lips, moaning at the taste of her and she shivers beneath him, her soft whimpers driving him on. As he presses his tongue flat against her, dragging it up her slit, he feels her hand come to the back of his head, holding him against her as his mouth closes over her throbbing clit. 

As his tongue flicks roughly over her, her back arches and her moans deepen, driving him crazy as he pushes her on. His teeth graze lightly over her as her hand fists into his hair and her hips rise, pressing his face against her. He can feel her wetness on him as he releases her clit and runs his tongue back down her, opening her up and plunging into her. He presses his tongue deep into her, swallowing her juices as they flow down his tongue and into his mouth, feeling her body shaking as her breath releases in sobs, smiling against her mound as he pinches and twists her clit in his fingers, desperate to drive her to the brink.

Jessie's head falls back as Chris continues his assault on her, sobbing breathlessly as she pushes his face against her. Her body on fire as he ruthlessly works her hard, oversensitive clit, his tongue deep inside of her, rubbing over her walls as she cries his name. Her hips rise off the bed further, her mind empty of everything but the feelings he is awakening in her. Her eyes half closed she screams out his name as her body shatters, feeling his groan against her pussy as her juices flow freely and he drinks them down, still rubbing relentlessly over her clit as the spasms take over her body, his hands and tongue sending aftershocks through her as he pulls out his tongue and runs it tenderly up and down her slit and over her clit.

Chris's arms come around her, pulling her close as the brutal orgasm fades and her body stops shuddering. He kisses her lips tenderly as he thrusts his throbbing cock deep inside of her, making her cry out again at the feeling of him filling her. Jessie grips his arms as the kiss becomes more frenzied, her hips meeting his with every long deep thrust he makes. Her head falls back as his mouth moves to her neck, her moans vibrating in her throat as he licks down and gently sinks his teeth into her shoulder, pulling her body against his and lifting her hips higher to ram into her. His body slick against hers as he pulls his cock out to the tip and slams himself fully in, repeating this over and over as he hears her cry out, feeling himself hitting deep inside of her, losing control of himself as the feel of her takes him over. Her pussy grips him tightly, pulling him back into her as she pulls his face back to hers, kissing him hard as she wraps her legs around his hips and pulls him close. The feel of their pelvises pressed together, hearing her suck in a breath as he holds himself deep in her, turning him on so ridiculously that he moves hips in slow circles, keeping them pressed together as his cock rubs inside of her.

Jessie moans and shudders as she feels his cock rubbing against her inner walls, biting his lip as he presses over her gspot, unable to hold back the moans as he smiles, feeling her tightening around him and teasing her mercilessly as her moans turn to incoherent whimpers. He presses his ear to her mouth, hearing her begging him for more, as he looks down into her face his heart skips and he pulls out to thrust hard into her. Watching as her eyes flutter closed and she bites her own swollen bottom lip. He falters for a moment in the look of her, flushed and aroused under him, and as she opens her eyes and they latch onto his, he realises he's lost. Opening his mouth to speak, he loses his train of thought as she smiles sweetly and thrusts her hips up to meet his. He took her cue, slamming himself hard into her, smiling as she quietly begged for more, for him to go harder and deeper.

She was so small he had been afraid to hurt her but seeing her face and hearing her moan spurs his arousal. He kneels over her, his cock just inside of her as he lifts her legs over his shoulders, smiling as he feels the angle of entry shift and watching her eyes widen as he thrusts his hips forward, groaning as her hot wetness draws him in deep. He looks down at her, stroking her damp hair off of her face as she cries out, her breasts bouncing as his hips slam against hers and his hands go under her to lift her higher. He can feel how swollen and hot she is as his cock rubs and presses over her gspot, her moans and whimpers coming faster as she tightens more and he feels her juices coating him. He leans over her, fucking her hard as his mouth crushes back down onto hers, his hips pounding against her as she grips his shoulders and meets him thrust for thrust, a long deep moan coming from her as he feels her shatter under him. 

He groans as she clamps around his cock like a vice, burying his face in her shoulder as her body convulses and he feels her juices running down his shaft. He feels his balls tightening as he continues to pound himself into her, her breathless moans driving him on as every thrust of his hips sennds a new wave of pleasure through her. She raises her hips, knowing he is close as she pulls him into her, her nails raking gently down his back as he cries out, burying his face and kissing her neck as he releases his load into her.

Jessie holds him as his body shudders, kissing his head as she strokes her hands down his back. As his body goes limp he rolls over, pulling her with him to rest against him so as not to hurt her with his weight. As they lay together, their breathing slowly returning to normal, he lifts her chin and gives her a slow, tender kiss. As their lips meet, she runs her hand softly over his chest, sighing contentedly. She leans forward and kisses him again, smiling against his mouth as he pulls a blanket over her shoulders, holding her close as she falls asleep.



Holiday



My wife and I divorced the year my daughter turned thirteen. It was an amicable parting. It wasn't a case that we hated each other rather we were both just sick of having the other always there. We both wanted out and we split.

It might not have been so amicable if I hadn't had a damn good job and the smarts to make some decent investments. We had ample money to let us split with no financial problems on either side. Still having a decent job and a good head for investments my own money grew substantially over the next few years and, being a nice type, I also made sure Marjory's investments earned her a good income.

Elizabeth, my daughter, stayed substantially with her mother. She was at an age when a girl needs a mother more than a father. I still saw her quite regularly and we went on a number of holidays together. There was a bonus for her on these holidays as I always permitted her to bring a friend or two, so she wasn't just stuck with the old man all the time.

Elizabeth was now nineteen, but she still had no objection to going on a holiday up to the Sunshine Coast, especially as dear old dad would be footing all the bills and she could also do some shopping. (At my expense, of course.)

Elizabeth, as was now her custom, invited a friend along. (Female. Just after she turned sixteen she wanted my opinion of her inviting a boyfriend along. I gave it.) Fiona was nineteen, the same as Elizabeth, and studying political science. Where I'm concerned, politically I'm middle of the road conservative. Fiona is more the big spending leftist. She apparently operated on the theory that the government had this big money tree which they could pluck to pay for every wild scheme that floated past.

The three of us had several discussions regarding politics. The girls were against any savings measures that the government was trying to bring in and all in favour of the crazy big-spending schemes the opposition announced. It always came down to them having to explain where the savings would come from to pay for these new schemes.

Have you ever noticed that when a man is having a logical debate and makes a point to which a woman has no answer, she hits him. The girls would double team me. I'd make what I considered a telling point and they'd look at each other, then they'd both swat me on the arms and go off in a huff.

Three or four days into the holiday I was out lying on the grass next to the pool. Nothing like a private rental with pool. It was hot with a soft breeze coming up off the ocean, tempering the heat just that little bit. As far as I knew the girls had gone shopping.

It turned out that only Elizabeth had gone shopping. Fiona had decided to stay behind and work on her sun tan. She came out to settle next to the pool, wearing what I suppose would be a bikini when it grew up. Right now I considered it to be a delightful scrap of nothing, but if my daughter tries to wear one, we will have words.

Now, despite what Elizabeth says, I am not a political agitator, deliberately stirring them up for my own amusement. It just seems to happen that way. I most certainly did not try to start an argument with Fiona. It wasn't my fault she wanted to continue the discussion (argument) we'd had at breakfast.

We debated. Casually on my part, getting heated where Fiona was concerned. She was squatting next to me, bouncing up and down in her eagerness to make her points, and very enticing I found it. Not enticing enough for me to allow her to win the argument. Letting her win an argument when she was so egregiously wrong would set a bad example.

The argument finished in an odd manner. Not having an answer to something I said she laughed and took a swat at me. I tried to duck but slipped and finished up falling flat on my back. Missing with her swipe put Fiona off balance and she pitched forward, falling on top of me. 

She lay on top of me giggling, while I automatically put an arm around her to hold her lightly in position. All warm and soft and huggable, was my opinion. Then she started wriggling to get up and off me and what a mistake that was.

As soon as all that soft female flesh started wriggling about on top of me I snapped to attention. An old fella who'd been lying there taking it easy suddenly squirmed around and stood erect. Fiona couldn't help but notice and she froze, bright red of face.

I didn't say anything. I just looked at her, smiling. The hand that I'd place lightly on her back slipped down and my hands were at the waist band of my shorts, pushing downwards.

It was amazing how neatly they moved down, freeing me where I'd been feeling somewhat constricted. Fiona also noticed the difference.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, staring hard at me, not really expecting an answer. "You can't do that. Stop it."

My answer, seeing I'd already done that, was to slip my fingers under the waist of her bikini and repeating the pushing process. (Do you call it the waist of the bikini when it's more like a thin strap that doesn't reach anywhere near her waist?)

"What are you doing?" she asked again, in a much higher voice, sounding quite shocked. "You really can't do that."

Once again, too late, as I had already done that. She was now effectively lying on top of me with our naked groins pressed against each other. Her face was red and shocked and she became even more horrified at my next little effort.

My hands cupped her bottom and I pulled her slightly higher along my body. I could feel my erection rubbing against her and when I tugged her legs slightly apart so that she straddled me, my cock was pressing very lightly against her slit, and she looked enormously aware of it.

Her hands were pressing against my chest, whereas mine were just resting lightly on her bottom. I think she was going to roll off me, to one side or the other, and that would have been really disappointing.

"Sit up," I said softly, bringing my hands up to press lightly against her breasts, lifting gently.

"What?"

"Sit up," I repeated.

I could see her considering the position she was in, slowly working out what would happen if she sat up.

"But, but if I sit up your, ah, I mean, you'll, um, . . ."

Quite right. The way I was lightly pressed against her, if she sat up she'd be pushing herself down onto my cock.

"Mmm. Sit up."

I held her eyes. She swallowed and nervously began to straighten up. She froze for a second as, true to expectations, she found herself pushing around and down onto my cock. Her freeze only lasted a second. Just enough time to swallow nervously a second time, then she continued to straighten. 

She wasn't a virgin. That was immediately noticeable as I slid easily home or, I should say, she settled easily onto me, taking me deep within her. Then she was sitting up straddling me, my cock all the way inside her, looking slightly shocked but pleased.

"Your top," I said, and she resumed blushing as she reached around and undid it. 

With her top gone, what there was of it, my hands started caressing her breasts in earnest, massaging and teasing them, encouraging them to respond and bring their own touch of passion to what was developing.

I just lay there, Fiona straddling me, cock feeling as though it was swelling by the moment. Apart from gently playing with Fiona's breasts I didn't move, neither did I speak. I just waited.

Fiona was looking down at me, breathing hard, flushed and waiting. When I didn't move, she did. She just rocked on me, at first, effectively rubbing herself against my cock. Slowly but surely her movements increased. I slowly moved my hands away from her breasts, finding her leaning forward to regain that contact.

Finally she was lying flat on me, my hands cupping her breasts, her bottom rising and falling as she slid herself up and down my pole. She was moving faster now, putting some effort into it, and I was sweating blood, holding still and letting her have her way.

I waited until she was making little moaning sounds as she moved before I got into action. I started lifting to meet her, not very large movements, but forceful, our groins now slapping together noisily.

I have no idea how long this phase went on but it was glorious while it did. I was being comprehensively ravished by a young woman while my hands were all over.

I could tell by the look on her face and the more frantic motions of her body that Fiona was finally getting ready to climax. That was fine by me. I could hold back only so long.

Arms around her I rolled over, taking her with me. Finally she was under me and at my mercy, of which I had none.

I paused for a moment, leaning over her, then I started to move, driving in hard, determined to push her to her climax and past it. Ha! She was so close to an orgasm that all I would have needed to do was sneeze and she'd have climaxed. Seeing I did somewhat more than sneeze she climaxed in a big way. She yowled, and clung to her me, her body moving desperately against me as she clung and shuddered and clung some more. 

I have to admit that I managed a little climax of my own, but I'm quite sure that it paled into insignificance compared to the way Fiona caught fire. She seemed to be having little after-climaxes, giving little shudders every so often, even after I'd disengaged and pulled my short back on. 

"Way to go, Dad," a cheerful voice called out. 

Looking up I saw a smirking Elizabeth was sauntering towards us. 

"I decided not to go shopping and went and changed into my bikini. I was in the kitchen when I saw Fiona jump you. Happen much, does it, being attacked and ravished by young women?"

"It was an accident, I assure you," I said. 

"Yes, I could see that. I could also see you helping the accident along."

The latter bit she said quietly, as Fiona seemed to be making noises as though she was getting her act together.

"So, why don't you run along, Daddy? I suspect that Fiona may want to have a chat with me. We'll let you know if she is going to move into your bedroom for the rest of the holiday."



Holiday



It was a drop too far, way too far perhaps. Sue was under the blanket sucking away the last dregs of his cum. Several minutes had past since John had gasped sperm into her mouth, several minutes since she swooshed it round like a mouth wash, several minutes since she greedily swallowed. Yet, here she was, hidden from view, tasting, licking, sucking a very sore cock. A drop too far perhaps at 30,000 feet up yet no one on the jet to the sun had even noticed as she gave her man the best blow job she could under the circumstances. Shame. This holiday was all about sex, all about sharing other peoples bodies, all about watching and being watched.

Emerging from under the blanket into the semi darkness of the cabin Sue smiled a smile of love at John and engulfed his mouth in a deep and loving kiss. He tasted himself in her kiss and knew he loved her, knew he loved her enough to share her.

The hotel was smart, modern, spacious, colonial but as far as Sue and John were concerned as long as it had a bed to fuck and sleep in it could have been a prisoner of war camp they were at – who cared? Double bed, clean, white, crisp sheets, coolness away from the stifling heat outside. Lovers love and soon they adorned those sheets, John rocking gently, his penis sliding oh so slowly in and out of Sue. They fell asleep locked together, the sheets now crumpled, stained and wet.

As morning evolved so bright and warm perhaps they were nervous as they quickly showered. Two in a shower is sometimes a crush but the places fingers end up for no obvious reason are varied and unforgiving. Yet they bathed each other with little adventure that morn, aware of possibilities that lay ahead.

It was only at breakfast in the elegant dining room that John, sitting opposite Sue, relaxed enough to let his bare foot wander up the inside of her thigh. She had promised not to wear knickers during the two week break. His big toe bore evidence that she was as good as her word as it entered her. She began breathing just a mite more deeply, some way from heaven but certainly drifting through the clouds.

As pale as the English always are Sue and John moved, post breakfast, down to the pool area. Set into a terrace overlooking the golden sands and crashing waves the hotels pool area allowed seclusion and some shade. A pool large enough for the strongest swimmer surrounded by Jacuzzis. With an iced bottle of Moet and two glasses they settled into the largest of them and felt their bodies slip into “I’m on holiday” mode. It was the first time since they had become lovers that they could totally relax. The relationship was strong, trusting, respectful. Bearing in mind their intentions it would need to be.

Within twenty minutes and a few glasses of Moet they were joined by another couple. Whether it was the bubbles around them or inside them Sue and John had lost any inhibitions. The man, perhaps late thirties, short, dark, overweight. The girl, for she must have been only early twenties, petite, slim, fit, small but very firm breasts, nipples stolen from the Gods. They slipped into the waters, smiling, carefree as toward their nudity.

When the man spoke it was meaningless. As the English do both Sue and John shrugged shoulders, a double act, a simultaneous reaction to lack of foreign languages. The man acknowledged a losing battle and tested his broken English on the pair.

“I am Maurice, this woman here, she is Odele. She let me, how you say, fucking her when I want to be fucking her."

It was obvious to Sue and John, let no language barrier deny, that Maurice was a rich man with an ugly wife at home, probably a stable full of two year old children, whose wallet had the ability to pull good looking skirt. With Odele, his mistress, he had achieved a top prize indeed. Sue stared at her breasts in admiration and started teasing her own nipples and they grew with touch.

Odele spoke into Maurice’s ear and he nodded to her.

“She say that she think you are liking her. Not be afraid to touch. She is liking that."

To Sue and John it was like a lifetimes Christmases had come at once. This beautiful young girl was inviting them to dine at the table of lust. Where was the catch? Who cared? Odele moved her lithe body between them and started kissing Sue full on the lips. Sue responded, slowly at first, then more hungrily. Her hand found Odele’s right breast and she lightly traced circles until the nipple could no longer be ignored. John, at first cautious, found the sight of his lover kissing and playing with a naked woman a stimulant and his mouth found her left breast and sucked as his fingers moved lazily through her short dark hair.

Maurice watched. Maurice enjoyed. Maurice played. Odele turned to kissing John but her fingers moved between Sue’s legs and two entered her, just as she had prayed they would. Odele had done this before, knew how to please a woman and, oh God, how she pleased Sue. That it was just Sue that she satisfied was of no great concern to John. To see his lover taken so had been a heady experience.

The foursome met, as planned, in a bedroom later in the afternoon. It had to go further. Odele wanted more, seemingly Odele always got. Strong body, strong mind. Whilst they had no idea of what would happen the first move didn’t come from Sue or John. It came from the topless Odele who took John by the hand and led him to the bed.

“Fuck me. Get your cock inside me and fuck me." How strange that Odele had gained a reasonable grasp of the English language within a matter of hours! Perhaps that was the only chat up line she knew in English? Sue watched as Odele’s became naked, spread her legs, eagerly accepted John as he mounted her, moaned loudly as John put her feet over his shoulders, started fucking her, started to satisfy. Sue knew two things. She was soaked. She wanted too.

Maurice had his Gaelic cock out, was playing as he watched the action. Sue knelt before him, took him in her mouth, savoured the taste, got his cock to the back of her throat. The louder the moans from the bed the harder Sue sucked. Even though John’s cock was inside Odele she could feel it inside her own sex, knew exactly how Odele felt. She stopped sucking and led Maurice to the bed and was soon astride him, had him in her, was fucking him. 

Each couple moaned, each couple splashed, each couple fucked hard. John was taking Odele from behind, pounding cock into her frail body, fingering butt. Sue was now under the Frenchman, deep in Sue’s warm and wet body, her breasts full, a beautiful woman.

Sue sensed it in him. Didn’t want him to cum in her. Told him what she wanted and he agreed.

“John, lover!." Sharing time. He looked across and sensed the need. Pulled out of Odele, wet glistening cock dripping her juices as he did so. John and Maurice knelt on the bed, either side of Sue’s face. Two wet cocks, both to be sucked. 

Each in turn she took them, played with them, teased them, slowly brought them to the boil. And as she did so she felt a tongue, a woman's tongue, so gently, so softly, licking at her pussy lips. Odele was between her legs, fucking Sue in her own way.

The men shot sperm almost together, spots and streaks of pure white cum all over her face and in her hair. Some dripped down her neck but for sure both men had given everything, she felt it sticky and glorious over her. So good the feeling, so fine, so great, so ……. Odele swallowed, her mouth in the right place as Sue hit the highest high.

But as Maurice pulled away, too easily satisfied, Odele moved for the coup de grace – astride Sue she licked and kissed at her face, cleansed every last drop of cum from her face, slowly, methodically, with feeling. And all the while John was at Odele’s pussy, licking her out from behind.

Sue, John and Odele, with others, fucked hard for a fortnight. Maurice? Seems he found out that money can’t buy you love, not true love.



Holiday



Looking out the large bay window of their living room he could tell the morning would be crisp and cold. He could see the fog swirling over the bridge and the grey cast of the sky gave him a slight shiver. It was a Monday, and a holiday, he wouldn’t be working today. He’d risen early and dressed in khaki Dockers and a black cotton pullover sweater. The sky reflected in his blue eyes making them stand out even more than usual, especially on a day that looked as stormy as this one would turn out to be. Recalling this bad news about the weather he was doubly glad he didn’t have to face it to get to work. But as for her … a different story. Her boss was an idiot and insisted there were no such thing as “paid holidays” … she would be facing the elements this February morning. Silently in his head he cursed her employer and wished she would call out, knowing she wouldn’t. She was too reliable for that … too loyal, even when there were no reward for her devotion.

She came from the hallway and brushed passed him toward the kitchen. A quest for coffee he guessed correctly, as he watched her pull her favorite mug from the cupboard and fill it with cream and brown sugar, and then, the brew from the pot. He turned and leaned against the cold window frame, then crossing his arms across his chest as he studied her. She’d dressed a bit more casual than usual today. He imagined it were her silent protest to being forced into the office on a holiday. A slight defiance. It was so her. She was wearing a deep crimson colored dress. All soft linen like a rich wine flowing down her body. Short sleeved and knitted fine with a square neckline. It hardly clung to her form at all, just gave hints of her hip curves and stopped an inch above her knees. It had a sweater that matched exactly which she’d already hung by the door to pick up on her way out. Her stockings were silk and hardly shaded her ivory skin tone, it looked as if she weren’t wearing them at all. And modest black shoes with hardly a heel, but they gave off a classy shine. Soft brown hair was loosely clipped with a silver barrette in a fanlike fashion. Wisps were already falling along her nape and over her ears. She looked exquisite and smelled even better. He wished again for more time with her today. 

He knew she was running late as well. Not like her at all. It surprised him but he wasn’t about to shun the extra time with her. She’d been working most of the weekend as well, trading her rightful “off time” to visit clients in jail and others in their own private homes. A lawyer … he still couldn’t believe he’d married a lawyer. And even more startling that this intelligent, sassy, silver-tongued champion of the courtroom put all of her trust in him the minute she was home. How did that happen? How could someone so independent and so brutal among her peers submit to him as she did? God, what made her tick? He knew he’d never understand it, he was just grateful for what they’d had. 

While fixing her cup of coffee she had the feeling he was watching her. Nothing new, he usually was. Not thinking much of it she reached up to her shoulder and straightened her bra strap, it kept slipping but she didn’t have the time to change it and didn’t want to risk wrinkling her dress in the process. She absently brushed a strand of hair from her face and sipped more of her drink. From where he stood at the window he locked his eyes to hers. She froze in place and a small smile turned up the corners of her mouth, sensing the connection. “What?” She asked? He didn’t reply with words, but uncrossed his arms and entered the kitchen. He walked straight up to her and put his hands around her waist and then leaned in to kiss her. A soft brush of his lips on hers and then straight to her ear where he whispered softly, “Stay with me today.”

More than anything, she wished she could. But there was a hearing scheduled for Wednesday and she needed all the time she could get to run information past her client. Make sure everything was going to patch together. She couldn’t afford a day off. And the managing partner in her firm wouldn’t allow it anyway. She was trapped. She had to go. But he felt too good wrapping himself around her to deny a quick embrace this morning. Barely five feet tall she needed to stretch herself as much as she could to lock her hands around his shoulders. He was a bit over six feet tall. She tightened her arms up around his neck and kissed under his ear in turn. “You know I can’t … “ 

“Oh, I know you could … if you wanted to,” and his arms tightened about her waist. 

“It’s not about ‘want’,” was her reply.

“Everything is about want.”

She sighed. He was right. About most things, and definitely about this. And she did want. Enough to hug him closer and press herself to his body. Feeling her begin to melt he slipped his hands down her body and caressed the backs of her thighs with just his fingertips while his mouth sought out hers. He loved the taste of her tongue, even with coffee. Her mouth tasted like sweet, creamy espresso. He couldn’t complain. But now that he’d deepened their kiss she began to pull back, to try and untangle from his arms. “Mark … please, I can’t.”

He let out a sigh and released her. Not really willing to let her go. She’d spent too much time away lately. Where was his time? Suddenly it occurred to him that he’d never have time with her unless he made it happen. Though he didn’t really prefer to demand things of her it was becoming difficult to avoid this. She wasn’t giving of herself, he’d been letting her slip on too many occasions. His own fault really. That was about to change.

She left the kitchen and headed back to the bedroom, he knew she was brushing her teeth and would be applying her lip gloss. Last minute things before leaving him for the day. The entire day! After a whole weekend without her as well. No, this couldn’t happen. He picked up her cup and began rinsing it in the sink. Even though she’d only taken three sips and the liquid was still piping hot, he knew she was done. In the years he’d known her, she’d never once finished a cup of coffee. 

Oh, and about unfinished things, frowning, his mind returned to the night before. When she’d finally come home from the office (extremely late) she was drained. But that didn’t stop her from climbing into bed next to him and kissing him, spooning against him and holding herself to his body. Having not seen her for over a day he was instantly aroused and when he turned to her to return the affection she pulled her mouth away from his. Even turned on her pillow a bit. At the time he felt sympathy for all of her long hours … for how tired she must really be and he spent a better part of an hour caressing her hair and kissing her temple until she slept. 

Today he felt rage. He felt teased and led on. Now that he thought of it he suddenly couldn’t recall their last truly intimate time. Last week? Last month? When had she taken on this new client anyway? He was so determined to let her be successful that it was wearing even him down. What about his need after all? And for crying out loud, it was a holiday still. Suddenly he had a need unlike he’d felt in a great while. A need to just ravish her. Something he hadn’t done in an extremely long time …

***

She was coming down the hall preoccupied with the task of clasping her wristwatch in place when she heard his muted voice as she reentered the living room. It stopped her in a dead panic under the threshold.

“Hello, Mr. Kendall? Good morning, I’m calling for Belle … Yes she will be in but I’m afraid she’s running awful late, her car is acting up …,” he paused, listening.

In shock she cried out at this untruth falling on her employer’s ears, “Mark!”

Cold blue eyes pierced hers from across the room and he held up his index finger silencing her. In addition, he gave his head a slight shake, warning her to not push further. She bit her lip, knowing he was serious. She listened as he picked up the thread of the conversation … “No, I don’t think it’s too major, probably just the cold has frozen it up overnight …,” he was quiet again a few moments and she watched in slight horror as a wicked grin she knew so well began to play across his face and his amused eyes held hers as he told her boss, “Yes, I am absolutely certain I’ll have her all fixed in no time … All right then, thanks.”

He hung up the phone on the table by the couch and crooked his finger at her. Two more words uttered. “Come ... now.”

In a daze she did as he bid. Walking slowly up to him and once she arrived she cast her eyes down toward his feet. Noting he was barefoot. For a moment all of it struck her as absurd. The thought gone in an instant when he caught her chin with his fingers and leaned down to kiss her again. Immediately she pulled back and he caught her wrist firmly in his hand. “Don’t,” he said, “You will not deny me or tease me again.” His other hand found the nape of her neck keeping her still as he crushed his mouth on hers, now more clinical, she tasted of toothpaste. Still not bad, but nowhere nearly as sexy as the coffee flavored tongue he’d enjoyed not ten minutes before. Still, she was his, he devoured her mouth anyway.

After a long moment he moved his hands to her hips and spun her around pulling her back tight to his chest. Dropping his lips once more he found the flesh of her neck and began to suck. He knew she detested marks there, something she’d always protest … others possibly knowing he adored the skin of her throat. Feeling his mouth assaulting her neck she began to wiggle away to avoid having a mark from his sucking. She was no match for his strength. He tightened his arms holding her captive. Now he said, “If you continue to fight me I’ll leave a mark on you that would embarrass even a 16 year old cheerleader after the prom.” She whimpered knowing this was not a false threat and immediately relaxed in his grip. He let out a chuckle of satisfaction and nipped her throat hard, one small bite, just for good measure. To remind her of this promise. Just a small bite, it would probably bruise her ivory skin and that would be with her a few days, but at least it wasn’t the sucking she so adamantly hated. He smiled again as she groaned in despair. This was better, now they were playing his way.

Now that she was lax in his arms he decided to seek some answers for her recent detachment at home. He gently kissed her shoulder and then her cheek as his hands caressed her arms softly. Then he folded them around her clasping her hands in his. He spoke tenderly as he lightly fingered the platinum band on her left hand. “What is this?,” he asked.

“My wedding band,” she whispered.

He nodded, “And what does it mean?”

She stammered, “Our marriage, our love and devotion to each other,” she risked touching his hand in exactly the same spot, a feather touch to his matching, yet slightly wider band. “Our lives.” She finished.

“Yes,” he said. Then slowly he slipped his fingers up her forearm and gently over her elbow, then the smooth skin of her bicep to her shoulder. Slowly, he slid his fingers along her collar bone and gently pressed the skin in the center hallow of her throat. After a moment his fingers tripped up a fraction of an inch higher and connected with the similar platinum choker she wore. “And this?,” he asked.

His fingers now pressed firmly on her throat he felt her swallow hard. Yet, there was no answer. “Well?,” he inquired?

She stammered, “My collar.”

He nodded, “And it means?”

The words slipped out almost easily, yet she felt some resistance each time he asked … “That you own me.”

“Very good,” and his lips returned to her shoulder and he lightly nibbled there. Feeling the difficult part was over her head lulled back against his shoulder, moaning with the first pleasure since this encounter began.

“Now,” he pulled his lips away briefly to say, “if you could only choose one and not have the other, which would it be?” He indicated his point of her choice by returning one hand to her wedding band and the other toying with the choker around her neck, the one mistaken everyday as just a trendy piece of jewelry.

This question caught her off guard completely. Was it a trick? Could there be a wrong answer? What did he want to hear? A long moment passed. He didn’t rush her. Simply, he returned his lips to where he’d bitten her earlier and began to suck despite his word to spare her that. The tender flesh ached as his tongue flicked over it, making it even more difficult to come up with a response.

Again she swallowed hard. No lawyerly skills could help her here. It was a point blank question. The would be no arguing and, hopefully he wouldn’t be objecting. She’d had no rebuttal planned. She decided to just tempt fate, see what awaited her.

Taking a deep breath she croaked, “My ring.”

“Oh?,” he asked? “You’d rather be married to me than enslaved by me? Why’s that?”

Her answer: “Because you are my life, and even if we didn’t exist … this way, I’d still want to be with you. Because you make everything right … “

“Good girl,“ he said. He knew what she was referring to. That they’d have loved each other even if one of them hadn’t possessed this quirk that made her submit to him. Or if it should turn up in the future that he couldn’t command and define his control, or she could no longer submit, for whatever reason … there would still always be the love and the trust, and therefore: the marriage. She would choose her ring.

But she was continuing on, “Although if I could really have my choice, I’d choose to keep both.”

At this he laughed, “Well of course it’s hypothetical, neither ring nor collar are going anywhere. So now the question is, why are you teasing me? Why are you being such a stubborn witch lately?”

“I haven’t … “ A quick nip to her shoulder and she was silent once more.

“Yes,” he went on, “you have. It will end now, you will remember me today and how you’ve been treating us.”

With that, he was done talking. He dropped his hands and began raising up the hem of her dress, exposing her legs to him. The cream lace tops of her stocking revealed. The type that held themselves up. He then started to grind his hips into her backside. He then stepped forward forcing her towards the couch and bending her over the arm. He exposed her ass to his view. She wore a crimson thong, and it was velvet. And she had the nerve to suggest she wasn’t teasing him? His anger, his lust, began to flair. With his foot he kicked her ankles apart and slid his hand up her inner thighs. Now he was not gentle, now he was seeking. Roughly pushing the thong out of his way his fingers ran along her smooth lips. Wet. She was soaked. Yet she denied the fact she’d held out on him? 

“Slut!” he barked and brought his left palm down hard on her hip. Another mark. Then he reached that same hand up and unclipped her hair, admiring the way it spilled down only for a second before grabbing a handful and wrenching her head backwards. He knew he was hurting her, having already bitten and bruised her neck, then the slap and now pulling her delicate throat. But he couldn’t help himself. Apparently it didn’t matter much to her either because she began to grind herself against his right hand, his fingers still poised against her sex. She wanted it, he knew she did. “Beg,” he commanded.

“Please,” only a whisper.

“Louder,” his fingers began sliding against the full length of her slit. She was leaking cream now. He rubbed his hard shaft against her ass for good measure. Teasing of his own kind now. He smiled at the thought.

“Please, please,” she was panting now.

“Such a slut,” he said, almost disgusted. “Is this how you ask?”

“More, Sir, please, more.” She couldn’t help herself from arching up. Searching out his fingers to contact inside of her. Finally he pressed her clit hard, making her shake. He’d had enough toying with her now … now was for him.

Roughly he spun her to face him and turned forcing her body back into the easy chair. He slipped his hands under her ass and tore the thong removing it in one swift motion. That done, he grabbed her ankles and knocked her legs open wide spreading her thighs far over the arms of the plush chair. Fingers of his left hand found their way back into her wetness while his other hand pulled down on her neckline, pushing her bra down and exposing hard nipples. He pinched her left bud making her gasp.

Suddenly the cold he’d felt in him all morning became scorching. He removed his sweater, pulling it over his head and reveling his smooth chest and the stomach she loved. His narrow hips that she found so sexy. He raised a knee between her thighs and settled into the chair with her. Unable to resist she brought her fingers to his front, brushing his hardness and then toying with the slim trail of soft blondish hair below his naval. She then flitted her fingers over to the side and applied pressure to his abdomen right where his bladder was. Even when he was about to claim her, still she drove him insane. Would the battle for power ever end with her? It must. He would win today. 

“Open me,” he growled, and she did, instantly popping the button open and tearing the zipper down. Within a moment she had her fingers in the band of his boxers, freeing him. He pushed his fingers inside her once more and then pulled them from her depths and forced them into her own mouth and gave another command: “Suck. And don’t you dare make a sound.” She did all he said. He lowered both hands to her hips again and raised her body up to his kneeling form, spreading her wider, wedging his hips against her inner thighs. She was now writhing in need, he couldn’t stop her from that. His own lust taking over he forced himself into her tight core, the heat and wetness enveloping his shaft. “Mine!“ he uttered as a growl rumbled through his chest. Then he stayed still a moment, buried in her while he breathed out a low deep moan. With half lidded eyes he watched as she thrust herself against his still body. Unable to hold his need any longer he started to pound into her. Her legs were so wide apart he knew he was sinking to her ultimate depths. He knew he was hurting her now as well. She was too little, and this position made her vulnerable to the pain. This knowledge spurred him on even further, also aware that she’d obeyed his demand for silence. His nails began to dig hard into her hips, scratching her white flesh raw. She was hardly breathing out. He grinded against her harder, trying to get her to moan, yell, call out, shriek. Knowing he would fail. She would remain quiet. He was pleased by this. Though he was unable to hold out long … for she had already held out on him long enough, his desire was too great. He really didn’t mind though, it was for him anyway. And it was approaching and fast. His head fell back as he tightened up, his fingers clutched her to his hips, bruising her now in the process. It was too much for him to control. Growling again he lurched forward once more, and again, a final third time and he was there, erupting into her trembling form.

He collapsed into the chair against her. Finally she made a noise. She’d been panting and was now exerted, parched. His weight upon her she leaned up to his chest and began licking the sweat from his muscled torso. He was still deep inside her, but she’d become numb to the pain. As always his senses recovered quickly. He slowly disentangled his body from her and slid back. She was leaking the life he’d just poured into her. Standing now he tugged her wrists, pulling her forward off the seat. She knew what he wanted and settled on her knees in front of him, taking him in her mouth she suckled until he was clean of both their juices. His eyes were closed and he was enjoying her soft gentle touch. Finally he’d had enough. He smiled at her and stepped back. Releasing again from another warm part of her body. “Good,” he breathed. “You are done for now.”




Holiday



“I thought I was to be punished,” she began to question.

His smiled turned wicked again.

He then sat her on the edge of the seat and reached behind her, retrieving her thong. Now it was him to kneel before her as he slid it up her lovely legs. Then standing he pulled her up and straightened her dress completely.

“You are,” he replied. “Off to work with you, right now, go.”

There was no way around it, no time to freshen up or to survey the damage. Everyone would know, from her dress, from the bites, from her hair, from her smell. 

“But … ” she began in vain.

“No,” he said, ushering her toward the door. “Next time I ask you to stay with me, perhaps you’ll reconsider.” He kissed her temple and helped her on with her coat. “Think of me today,” he added with his unmistakable charm.

And feeling the way she did, feeling him in every pore of her body, she vowed that she would indeed.

How could she not?



Holiday



You came and picked me up and we headed south to our destination. The drive took us a few hours and for most of it we talked about inconsequential things. After we had left the city and were cruising down the highway, I lent over and rested my hand on your pants above your cock. We'd talked about this and you knew what I wanted to do, I could see the grin of anticipation on your face as you quickly glanced at me.

I immediately felt you become hard and I unzipped your jeans, letting your hard cock free. I traced the tip of the head with my finger tips, then traced them down your shaft, wrapping my fingers around you and applying a little pressure as I slid my hand back up your cock. You let out an appreciative moan. I continue using my hand, applying different pressures, sometimes my fingertips, sometimes lightly using my nails, sometimes my full hand. 

You're beginning to breathe slightly heavier as I lean down and place my head in your lap. You adjust your hands on the steering wheel so that I have easier access. I'm staring at your hard, fat cock and as I poke out my tongue and lick the tip of you I feel you shudder. I continue to lick the tip of you, flicking my tongue over the ridge of the head of your cock. I know you like this.

I kiss the tip of you, then continue kissing down your long, hard length to the base, sliding my tongue back up and over your length. I blow lightly on the moisture left by my tongue, causing you to shiver with the cold sensation. I again kiss the tip, this time wrapping my fingers around your base and fluttering my tongue over your opening, then sliding my mouth over the head of your cock. I use the flat of my tongue to stroke the head of your cock and move my hand in a very slow pumping action up and down the length of your shaft.

I take the tip back to my lips before sliding your hard cock back into my mouth this time taking not just the head of you but part of your shaft as well. I continue doing this, each time taking you slightly deeper into my throat. I want to be able to take all of your hard cock into my mouth, down my throat. 

I start pumping your cock with my mouth and hand, I feel you hitting the back of my throat, my other hand is touching and gently squeezing your balls, my tongue stroking you. The speed picks up and I feel your hand rest on my head, your hips thrusting your cock deeper into my throat. Then I feel you tense, your cock gets thicker and I feel the convulsions of your balls as you spurt your cum into my mouth and throat. You're applying pressure to my head making sure I swallow every last drop of your hot, salty cum. I continue pumping my hand, milking every last drop of cum from you. 

You relax and release the pressure on my head, allowing me to breathe deeply before I clean your cock with my tongue. As I sit back in my seat you smile to yourself thinking how the driver in the truck you just passed must have enjoyed that little show, probably wishing he was in your place. 

You then tell me to place one foot up on the dash board, to unzip my fly and to play with myself while you watch and tell me about some of the things you are going to do to me during this weekend. A truck pulls up beside us and I stop and go to cover myself. You tell me No, I am to keep going, and you begin to tell me what the driver of the truck might be thinking, that I'm a dirty, horny, slut, that can't even go a few hours without wanting to be fucked. You torment me with your words but sensing my rising excitement, tell me to stop, denying my release. I moan in frustration, though knowing that when you do allow my release it will be so much more intense.

We arrive at our destination and check into our hotel, dumping our gear. You kiss me, hard, then tell me we're going shopping. My eyes light up and you tell me with a smirk that we're shopping for groceries. Seeing me frown with disappointment you laugh before adding "...and toys".

We go for toys first, so our cold groceries won't get warm. You hold my hand as we look at the variety of items, every now and then you whisper how you would use a certain item in a certain way. You know your comments are getting me excited. You know I am becoming increasingly wetter between my legs, listening to your words. At one point you lean down and tell me that you can smell how excited I am. As you chose the items we will take home to play with you hand them to me to carry, knowing that though excited, I am also slightly embarrassed, thinking that the other customers must be wondering about me. You whisper to me that they, like the truck drivers, are thinking that I'm a dirty little whore, and that seeing as it is the truth, I shouldn't worry about it.

We go to the counter to pay for the items. A large rubber dildo, long and wide, you've told me how its going to stretch me so wide, stretching my pussy lips open, that it will border on hurting but I'll love it and beg for more; A small pencil vibrator that you'll use on my nipples, against my clit and in my ass and will possibly allow me to use on you; leather cuffs so you can tie me spread open for your pleasure on the bed; A mask, so I don't know what's coming to me or when, that I don't know what you are doing or where you are; and clamps that attach to the nipples and clit for the pleasure-pain that you know I am going to beg for. The sales person winks at you as he finishes, telling you to have a good day. I blush, you laugh. The groceries we pick up, so that we don't need to leave our room unless we want to for the remainder of the weekend.

Returning to the room, as you close the door you tell me to go and take off my clothes. As of now, unless we leave the room, clothes are unnecessary. You put the groceries away and begin to wonder why it's taking me so long. You go to check on me and find me lying on the bed naked, with my eyes closed playing with my clit. You watch quietly as I slide a finger inside my pussy then bring it up to my lips to taste my own juices. You approach me quietly, I don't hear you as I'm so centred on the pleasure that I'm giving myself, you bend down and whisper "Dirty Slut.". I jump, seeing you, I grin. The grin slips as I look at your face, you don't look impressed. I tell you I was just about to come out to you, you interrupt me saying it looked more like I was going to cum without you...that I need to be taught a lesson...that my body and it's functions are yours, like I promised you a while back. 

You go to the toy bag and you take out the restraints. I whimper, in anticipation as much as fear. You come back to the bed and tell me to lie on my stomach, while placing pillows under my belly so that my ass is raised up in the air. You put the cuffs around my ankles and tie one leg to one corner of the bed, then cuffing and tying the wrist on the same side. As you move to the other leg and tie it to the opposite corner, spreading me wide open, I start to struggle. You grab my last wrist and tie it to the remaining corner. You can hear me panting, I feel so exposed, I didn't know it would feel like this, I want to cover myself. 

You laugh and stand back to admire your handiwork, seeing the glistening of wetness between my legs, you lean forward sliding your finger along my cleft then sticking it my mouth. "Dirty slut, you like this, taste how wet you are". I suck on your finger, trying to show you I want more, the look in my eyes pleading with you to let me suck your cock, let me suck it after you have shoved it deep in my pussy. You take your finger from my mouth, run it over my cleft, flicking my clit then placing it in your own mouth knowing I'm watching your every move.

You move back to the toy bag and take out the blindfold then walk back towards me, while feeling the satin on your skin. As you near me I again start to struggle but the bonds hold me tight. You lift my face and kiss my lips. As I start to respond to your kiss you pull away, grabbing my hair and slipping the blindfold over my eyes, blinding me to you and what you are doing. "You've been a bad girl. Bad girls get spanked." I tense up waiting for it. I can't see you, I can't feel you and I can't hear where you are. You're watching me and after a while you see me start to relax at which point you swing your hand down, hard and fast, connecting with the soft tissue of my ass cheeks. I cry out in shock and pain, and you gently massage the now red handprint left on my ass cheek. I begin to moan with the pleasure of feeling your hand massage my ass and you slap it again, hard. I squeal. 

You tell me that although you love to hear the sounds I make, you don't think our neighbours would appreciate it very much. That I am to control my sound to a reasonable level or you'll make this punishment harder, "Understand?" I nod my head and with my nod you again slap my ass, this time you add another two for good measure. "That makes five. You were very bad. Do you think you need more?" I don't know how to answer, my ass is stinging and I am certain it's a bright shade of red, but at the same time the wetness between my legs is continuing to increase as my juices build. 

I take to long to think and you slap my ass again "Well?" I want you to continue, but I don't want to say so. I feel the pressure on the bed where you were kneeling disappear and you leave the bed telling me that as I obviously need time to think about it, you will give me that time, but that until I give my answer you won't touch me. I hear you turn the television on, and I hear the sounds of a porno movie start.

The sounds together with my imagination increase my need. I imagine you sitting on the couch wanking to the porno, while I lay frustrated, not being able to help myself, upon the bed. It seems like hours before you return, it is in fact only ten minutes. "Well?" though my need is great, I still can't say that I want you to slap my ass hard. You come over and remove the blindfold, but don't touch me in any other way. Now I watch you return to the couch and the porno. I'm watching you wank and I'm watching what they're doing on the screen. 

"...please..." I beg. You turn to me, one eyebrow raised.

"Sorry? I didn't hear you."

"...Please..." I say louder. 

"Please what?" I sob, knowing you want me to beg.

"...Please...spank my ass..." 

You stand up and walk towards me. Your stiff cock pointing straight at me. "You want me to slap your ass? You want me to make it hurt? You want it because you're a dirty slut that gets off on being treated rough?" "Yes, yes, yes" I beg you. Again that cruel grin and you continue my spanking, while watching my juices slide down my thighs, with your cock in one hand and the other hand whacking my ass, you wank yourself and shoot your cum all over my ass. You use your cock to smear cum all over my ass then you bend down and begin to lick it off. 

The licking then extends down to my pussy and you suck and lick my juices from my thighs and outer lips, nibbling on my clit. You slip a finger in my pussy, then two, caressing my g-spot. I'm moaning in pleasure and trying to get your fingers deeper inside me. "More..." I beg. You slip a third finger in, then a fourth stretching me. I feel your thumb moving on my clit, then move off it to join your other fingers. I gasp as you begin pushing your whole hand into my cunt. "You're a filthy slut!" you tell me. "Only sluts want a whole hand to fuck them in their cunt!"

I'm so wet as you push your hand further inside me and begin to curl your fingers into a fist. "Hows that whore? You're now being fist fucked for the first time." You begin to twist your hand back and fourth and then I feel your mouth at my ass. Your tongue slides down my crack and then circles my ass hole before you poke just the tip of it in. Your other hand plays with my clit, being covered in my wetness, you take it and stick your thumb straight into my ass causing my instantaneous orgasm. You feel my muscles gripping your fist and thumb in a pulsing rhythm as I cum all over your hand.

As my contractions decrease you slide your hand out of my pussy and again bend to lick my cum. You offer me your hand to lick, which I do eagerly, then the other hand telling me to suck your thumb. I look into your eyes as I do this. You kiss me, or I kiss you, perhaps both. You smile and begin to untie me, the clock shows that it's very late, "Dinner time!" you say. After dinner we lie together on the bed, snuggling and I fall asleep in your arms.

You wake me up with a mouth on my nipples and a finger sliding into my pussy. "Time for breakfast then a shower babe." I giggle as you move down my body kissing, licking and nibbling as you go. It appears you are going to eat me for breakfast, and I moan in appreciation as your talented tongue and mouth begins doing exactly that bringing me to orgasm quickly. You stand up and head towards the kitchen, I stare at your raging hard on. You bring back toast and juice and as we eat I ask you, with a grin, why you haven't used your gorgeous tool this morning. "Saving it for later." Is your reply.

I finish quickly and move into the bathroom, you follow me. "We'll empty our bowels, but no peeing yet." You say. I start on myself and you come towards me. "Me too, babe." I take hold of your cock and I kiss it, and then slide my mouth around it, licking and sucking. 

After only a short time you pull away, I tell you to turn around and present your ass to me. You lean over the basin and I can see your face in the mirror. I trace my hands over your ass, my finger down your crack, around your tight ring. I place a generous amount of lube around your hole and on my finger before I penetrate you, sliding my finger in and out a few times. I can see the enjoyment on your face and I watch you as I add another finger, but I remember your teasing yesterday and decide on a little pay back. I remove my finger quickly, and just as quickly insert the enema before you can tell me to keep going. "Ten minutes, and you'll feel the urge" I grin as I finish myself and move towards the shower watching you scowl at me.

You join me in the shower, your scowl of before is now an evil little grin, I bite my lip wondering what I got myself in for with my little game. We kiss, and begin to soap each other up, playing the game; making sure each others body parts are completely clean. I giggle as I slide my hands over your ass and slip my finger in your hole "All clean?" You reciprocate by putting a finger in my ass "As clean as you!" 

All this water is making me need to pee, you turn the shower head so it doesn't drown us then slide down the shower so you are sitting on the shower floor. "Go ahead" you grin. I'm nervous to start with, again this is another first for me, I straddle you sitting with my legs spread and my ass on your tummy, my back leaning against your legs. I try and let go, you moan as you feel the first warm drops trickle over your belly. 

You watch me peeing. You take your hand and caress my ass, your other hand sliding into my moist pussy. You lift me slightly, feeling my piss slide down your cock , then position your hard cock at my opening before thrusting your hips up and pulling me down to impale me on your shaft. This sudden penetration causes me to stop peeing and you slide me up and down your length before taking your cock out and positioning it at my ass hole. 

As I slowly relax I feel you slide deep inside my ass, your fingers come to my cunt and slip inside, your thumb on my clit. You tell me to squeeze my nipples, hard, and to keep peeing. My warm piss spills over your hand, belly and balls and you begin thrusting deep inside my ass. I moan with pleasure, both at what you're doing and the relief as my bladder empties. Just as I run out of piss I feel you grow larger and you shoot your cum deep inside my ass. You turn me around and watch your cum drip from my ass, down my thighs, you stand up and you assist by washing it off with your own hot piss. You piss all over my back, into my hair, you aim at my open ass and also onto my cunt. My fingers have gone to my clit and the combined sensations cause me to orgasm, you watch as spurts of my cum leak from my cunt. 

You help me up and we complete our shower. I think to myself...Saturday morning, we have an entire weekend and we still have the rest of the toys to play with!

We dry off and you lift me up, taking me back to bed. I raise my eyebrows, surely you're not up for this again so soon! You tell me to lie on my back with my legs spread. You retrieve the cuffs and cuff my ankles to the bed, to prevent my legs from closing themselves you say. You walk back to the bathroom and when you return you're carrying a bowl with warm water, towel, a shaver and shaving foam. "Ever seen a furless pussy?" you laughingly ask me as you settle down to the task of shaving me. 

I raise myself up onto a couple of pillows so I can watch as you position yourself in between my legs. You spurt the shaving foam onto my pubic hair and I reach down getting some on the tip of my finger which I promptly spot on your nose. I really shouldn't torment you when I'm at a disadvantage already. As payback you cuff my wrists together and fasten them to the top of the bed. You begin to shave me, and you do it so slowly. I can feel the razor moving over my lips and I can feel myself beginning to get wet from the sensations. You wipe off the hair and foam, with the warm water and pat me dry, noticing that not all of the moisture is from the water. 

I watch as you then run your fingers over my bare mound and lower your head. As your mouth and tongue begin to stroke my bare skin, I moan. My awareness of what you are doing is so much greater without any hair. You continue kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling occasionally adding a nip of my now highly sensitized clit. 

Your tongue slides into my cunt and you begin to tongue fuck me, my juices dribbling over your chin. Your hand now joins your mouth and I feel you slide a finger into me, then add another, circling them inside me before moving them down my slit and over my ass, circling my own juices around my hole, lubricating me. Your mouth still sucking and licking my clit, your thumb slides into my cunt and I feel you slide one of your fingers into my ass. I'm bucking against you begging you to keep going don't stop, I'm so close. As you add another finger into my ass you feel my muscles spasm in orgasm. You continue finger fucking me, sucking hard on my clit, prolonging the orgasm until I beg you to stop, the intense contractions of my orgasm quickly tiring me. 

You remove your fingers and as I calm down you proceed to clean me of my juices with your tongue, Sliding up and kissing me deeply when your done so that I can taste myself. 

You kneel straddling over me and untie me. I can see that all of this has made you rock hard again and my hands slip to encircle your cock. Your kneeling places you so that I can just reach your cock with my tongue. You turn around so that you are now facing my feet. Your cock pushing against my mouth. My eyes are looking directly at your balls and ass. I open my mouth and feel you slip your cock inside, I hear you moan in pleasure as my tongue begins to stroke you. 

My hand reaches up to gently squeeze your balls and trace a line up your crack and over your ass cheeks. You start moving your cock in my and out of my mouth and I reach for the lube and the pencil vibrator that rest on the bedside table. I take my mouth away from your cock but you try to force it back in, but you feel my tongue now licking your balls, taking them into my mouth individually to suck on them before flicking and stroking my tongue across your perineum and over the bud of your ass. 

You gasp and tense slightly as you feel my tongue circling your tight bud but soon you relax slightly and I take advantage of this to poke my pointy little tongue into your dark hole. While I'm licking you I squeeze a generous amount of lube onto my finger tips and replace my tongue with my finger. You notice the change when you feel my mouth take your balls, yet know you are still being penetrated. I wiggle my finger stretching you a little wider so I can keep slipping more of my finger in. You're enjoying this invasion and so I add another finger, not quite as slowly as the first. My other hand has now grabbed the pencil vibrator and you feel me lubing it on your ass, but just think it is another of my fingers. 




Holiday



I remove my fingers, replacing them with the vibrator and your eyes widen as I slide it slowly into you and you realise that it is no longer my fingers but something nearly twice the length. I continue to suck your cock, as you get used to the feeling of the vibrator in your ass. I begin to slide it out and I watch as you try to keep it inside you, I willingly oblige pushing it even further into you. I slide the vibrator in and out at the same speed that I am sucking your cock in and out of my mouth, I can hear you panting. 

All of a sudden you start feeling vibrations and you know I have turned the vibrator on, I stop sucking your cock and return to licking your ass, all around where the end of the vibrator poke's out of you. My hand begins pumping you cock and I increase the vibrations, sliding the vibrator in and out. You tell me you are about to cum and I quickly take your cock deep into my throat, sucking hard as you shoot your hot sticky load into my mouth. I keep sucking and swallowing and fucking you with the vibrator, milking every last drop of cum from you. I feel when you have no more and I turn off the vibrator, removing it from your ass, I know that sense of emptiness you're feeling. "Who's an ass slut now!" I comment, grinning up at you then proceed to lick you clean, cock, balls and ass.

All this fucking has worked up our appetites so we go and prepare ourselves what is now a late lunch. Our carnal and culinary appetites sated for the moment we fall asleep, an afternoon nap to replenish our energy.

I wake up to your hands caressing my ass cheeks. You whisper in my ear "We haven't played with all your toys yet." I shiver in anticipation and with a slight sense of fear, the rubber dildo is so very large! You replace the cuffs, and place a pillow under my ass. You tie my hands to the top of the bed and you raise my ankles and legs tying them to either side of the top of the bed. This is not a comfortable position at all for me but you take some of the strain when you place your body so that the backs of my thighs are against your chest.

Your hard fat cock rests on top of my freshly shaven pussy. Your hands are working my tits, gently tracing your fingers over them gently squeezing them, then you roughly twist my nipples and I cry out from the shock. You take my nipples into your mouth again licking gently, suckling a little harder before biting them hard making me cry out again. 

You reach for the nipple clamps dragging the chain across my tender breasts and sensitive stomach you remind me that I wanted this. With a slap to my right breast on either side you grab the nipple and attach the clamp, I gasp, feeling this new sensation, knowing that the other breast is so much more sensitive and that this is going to hurt. While you wait for me to adjust you suckle my left breast, again you slap it and attach the clamp. I rear up as the pain shoots through my sensitive nipples, sending the tingle straight down into my pussy. You tug gently on the chain as your hand slips down to fell the wetness between my legs. 

"You dirty little slut, liking the pain, liking it rough" yes, yes I whisper in response trying to grind my pussy on your fingers which you promptly remove. 

"Beg me." You say, "please... I want you to fuck me hard, I want the pain...please" You respond with a sharp slap to my pussy. "Dirty whore! I'll fuck you when and how I want to. You're body is for my pleasure." For added measure you slap my pussy again and again. You move your body and I feel your hot breath on my cunt I feel your tongue lapping at me, sucking on my clit before you ram two of your fingers deep in my cunt. As you fuck me hard with your fingers I watch you reach over for the mask, you then cover my eyes.

"Know that I will use all the toys and my body to fuck you slut. Just wonder when, how and with what." Again I feel you shift. With a sharp slap to my fanny I feel something penetrate my cunt. I know its not your fingers as it is too long, the pencil vibrator then. You slowly fuck me with the vibrator, you turn it on, take it out then place the tip of it to my clit, I moan. You remove it, I wonder what you are doing when I feel you slap my pussy again and feel the vibrator against my highly sensitized and hurting nipples, I whimper. 

You remove the vibrator I feel it return to my cunt, sliding in and out. I feel your tongue at my ass licking, lapping and poking into my hole. You replace your tongue with the vibrator. Using the combination of my juices and your spit you slide it into my ass and begin pumping me with it while your fingers and mouth return to my clit and soaking cunt. You intersperse your suckling of my cunt with sharp, hard slaps to my ass and to my pussy. Each time I whimper, building to a sob, I beg you to stop. I beg you not to. 

"Confused bitch aren't you slut" You say as I feel you kneel up. I feel the tip of your cock at my opening and you slam your whole fat cock deep inside my cunt, fucking me so deeply. I'm beginning to feel my climax build and you pull out "No!" I scream. You pull the vibrator out of my ass before slamming your cock in deep. Again I scream at the sudden penetration, as you pound away at my ass you slap my ass cheeks and tug on the chain of the nipple clamps. 

I writhe underneath you and feel you grow even larger deep in my ass. Your balls slap against me, your hard fat cock pounding into my ass, the clamps of my nipples pinching painfully, again I feel my climax coming and you stop suddenly deep inside me. I whimper. You pull the blindfold from my eyes and I watch as you take the vibrator, sliding it back into my soaking pussy, In, out, In, out you then reach around you and slide the vibrator, soaked in my pussy juices, into your own ass.

I feel your muscles clench as it penetrates you and you turn it on. You begin to move in my ass, slowly at first, but quickly return to the speed and depth that you were pounding into me before. My orgasm builds and with a final deep thrusting into my ass I feel you shoot your cum deep into my depths I cum clenching hard upon your cock, again milking you with my contractions.

You remove the vibrator from your ass, then un-cuff my ankles. Sliding carefully out of my ass, you lower my legs and massage the muscles so I don't cramp.

You go to stand up, "take the nipple clamps off baby, they're hurting" I ask. You look at me "Oh, I'm not finished with you yet" and you stick your cock into my mouth telling me to clean it, to clean off my own juices, and yours from my pussy, and ass and your cock. 

Having done this, you ask if I need to pee. Having consumed a fair amount of lemonade during lunch I nod. You go to the kitchen and get a jug. You tell me to relieve myself in the jug. As I finish you ask if I'm thirsty, again I nod. You smile, and I remember a story we read and realise that all I'll be drinking is my own pee. 

You poor some from the jug into a glass and I watch you take a mouthful. I watch you swallow. You take another mouthful and you lean towards me, kissing me you pass the pee into my mouth. I too, swallow. I can't believe I'm doing this, this is proving to be a weekend of firsts. You smile at me proudly, and repeat the process.

Having drunk, you flip me over onto my front. My hands are still cuffed above my head, the clamps still pull and pinch painfully at my nipples, and the pillows still under me now expose my ass and pussy to you. You reattach the ankle cuffs and I feel myself spread wide on the bed. You take the large rubber dildo and you push the tip of it into my mouth, the tip is all that will fit. 

You then move behind me. "I'm watching my cum drip from your ass, whore. Your thighs are coated with yours and my juices. Your pussy is still dripping, slut." 

After a moment you leave the room and return with a glass filled with ice cubes. I watch you put one into your mouth and suck on it, you take it out again, it's very cold. You then lightly run the ice cube over one of my nipples I try to wrench away from the cold but am held by the bonds, you laugh and begin to swirl the cube over and around both my breasts. When it has melted you take another cube and start with my breasts but quickly move down my belly and slowly onto my clit. 

I whimper as you take another ice cube that you push into my pussy, still circling my clit with the other. I can feel the ice cube inside me slowly melting to join the juices already dripping from me, down my thighs. You tell me you're using the melting water to clean me from the inside. As both ice cubes melt and I begin to feel warm again, you remove the last couple of ice cubes. One you place onto my clit, causing me to clench my muscles, as I react like this you push two ice cubes into my cunt, another one you briefly circle my ass with before pushing it in, the last one you return to rubbing over my tits. You watch me writhe trying to remove the icy cold cubes that are so uncomfortable. You watch the ice cubes melt, dripping from me, and as they finally do, you bend to lap up the water and cum mixture from my thigh's, ass and cunt.

You next take the dildo from my mouth and I feel you circle it over my pussy, using my juices to lubricate it. I feel you press the tip of it to my cunt. I shake my head, it won't fit, you notice "Not there? Would you like it here instead?" you slide it up to poke the tip into my tender ass. I shake my head vigorously, that would be worse there. "Choose slut, one or the other, quickly or I'll choose and I don't think you want it where I'll put it" you say as you press harder against my ass hole. "Please no! Not there. In my pussy. Put it in my pussy." 

Again I feel that pressure against my cunt, but this time it's persistent and I feel the dildo begin to slide inside me, already it stretches me wide. Further and further you push, I don't think I can take it, it stretches me so wide, it's hurting, I can't bear anymore... "You dirty fucking slut. You've got that whole big fucking dildo in your cunt!" I gasp. You move away from me and I hear you take a picture with your phone camera, just a little memoire you say. 

I can hear you moving around the room. I keep thinking that I'll get used to the huge dildo in my cunt, but it stretches me so wide, and its hurting. What are you doing I wonder. I call out to you. You call back that you're fixing dinner. "Please...I'm hurting." You ignore me. 

The pain is starting to turn into excitement. I can feel my juices around the dildo and unbelievably leaking out to dribble down my thighs. You bring dinner and you feed me. I begin to pant. With dinner finished you place your cock to my lips, telling me to eat dessert. I take you into my mouth, hoping that you'll relieve me of the large dildo and the nipple clamps. You thrust deep into my throat and tug on the chain as you do, if I could make a noise I would. 

You remove your cock and kneel behind me. I feel your hand move over the dildo you gently push it, I sob. You smear my juices over my ass and place your fingers inside my mouth. 

I feel you position yourself behind me, your cock at the entrance of my ass. You begin sliding into me. The fullness of you and the double penetration of the dildo in my cunt causes me to orgasm violently even as you slide into my ass. You slide in and out, deeper and deeper. You too can feel the dildo as it makes my ass so much tighter. As your balls begin slapping my cunt lips, slapping against the dildo base, another violent orgasm shakes me and is quickly followed by another. 

You pull out and I feel your tongue deep in my wide open hole, I can see you wanking yourself. Another orgasm rips through me as you spurt your cum into my stretched ass, onto my cunt and over my back. You reach under me and remove the nipple clamps and dildo simultaneously, the rushing blood returning to my nipples and the removal of the dildo bring on yet another violent orgasm and I pass out.

You untie me from the bed, gently cleaning our cum from my body. You hold me tenderly in your arms, you whisper that you love me before falling asleep. What will tomorrow bring.

I wake early the next morning, our last morning I think with disappointment. And we only have till 11 before we have to vacate the room. I turn so we're spooning and snuggle back into you, feeling your cock resting, in a morning semi-hard state, in between my thighs. As I think about your cock, snuggled between my pussy lips with it's base gently spreading my ass cheeks, it's tip just brushing my clit, my juices begin to form. I re position myself so that I can slide you inside me and feel you there, owning me, filling me. With a contented smile I fall back to sleep.

I wake a second time, this time I feel your full hardness, erect inside me and you begin to move, in and out, ever so slowly. One hand on my breast, gently squeezing, the other on my ass, gently kneading. Neither of us have opened our eyes yet, both just enjoying this slow love making, so different from the fucking we've been at all weekend. It doesn't take long till the pressure grows and we both climax together, not as intense as previous, but beautiful in the way we share our love.

Showering, dressing, packing and breakfast are fairly hurried and we barely make it out of the room on time. We hit the road at half past eleven. By one, we are feeling hungry and we stop to pick up greasy fish and chips and ice creams which we take to a nearby lookout to eat. We find a bench that is out of the way but has a terrific view of the scenery. Finishing lunch and starting on the ice-cream, I think to get you back for the ice. 

I unzip your fly, pull out your hardening cock and with a large bite of ice-cream in my mouth promptly begin sucking on your cock. This has all happened quickly enough for you not to stop me, and you groan realizing that I am sucking your cock in a public area, where anyone could see us and that the ice-cream is intensely cold. 

As the ice-cream melts you begin to feel my warm mouth and I stroke my tongue over you, flicking the tip before quickly taking another bite of ice-cream and taking you deep in my throat. I'm thinking that your hard cock tastes so fantastic with the ice-cream and that I would love for your cream to be in my mouth too, but you have other ideas. 

Lifting me quickly up and across your lap, you drag my pants down slightly, noticing I'm not wearing panties and impale me, straight down onto your hard cock, straight into the depths of my cunt. You and I both face the table but I am on your lap as you thrust deep within me. We hear voices and you pause, tourists come through our clearing and stop to talk to us. You whisper to me to suck the remaining ice-cream as if it were a fat, hard cock, and proceed to talk to the tourists. 

I can't believe I have you buried deep inside me, sucking suggestively on an ice-cream, with complete strangers looking on. Your fingers move down and start rubbing my clit, a small moan escapes me. "Ice-cream cold?" you ask, as if that is what made me moan, I nod, you don't stop. 

They say their farewells and continue on, you comment to me that you think one of the men enjoyed what I was doing to the ice-cream, if only he had known what you were doing to me, you then lift me up and slam me back down hard onto your cock. An orgasm shatters through me, you continue to pound your hard meat into me for a few moments more until you spurt your cum deep inside, I feel it hitting the walls of my cervix and immediately cum again.

You pull my pants back up and we return to the car. You tell me that you want to think of your and my cum, dripping from my cunt all the way home, that I'm a slut, smelling of sex, full of cum. A dirty whore. 

"Your dirty slut." I say. 

"My fucking dirty slut-whore...whom I love very much." You respond. 

" I love you too." And I hope for another weekend holiday soon.



Holiday



Rape is wrong, this is just fantasy. One should never commit these things in real life.

*

She was at her first holiday to Crete. She had never been outside of Norway before. This summer she had had a summer job, working at Hotel, and now she had joined a couple of her colleges on this trip. Her friends were about 10 years older then her. Alice had just past 18. She was rather tall 178 cm, and was slim; her hair was long and dark brown. Her tits were small; they had not developed too much. 

Alice and her friends had been to the beach the whole day and ended up at the same bar they had been on the 4 days they had been in Stavros. Her friends were very drunk already. Alice sat and talked with the bartender. He gave her lots of free drinks, she trusted this man, so when her friends decided to go back to the Hotel, the bartender convinced Alice to stay a bit longer. Alice got another drink and now the bartender got off. They sat there and discussed mountain walking and holiday activities. Alice felt like she could tell this man everything, but on the other hand she wasn't attracted to him. After several more drinks they decided to go bathing on the beach. The bartender, who was called Frank (she suspected it was not his real name), drove her in his car down to the beach, to dangerous for a girl to walk alone he said.

At the beach Frank was very quick to get out his clothes and he ran out into the sea and started swimming. Alice was a bit slower; she didn't take of her bikini. She swam a bit, but decided that she was to drunk and went back on the beach where she sat down and waited for Frank to come back. She felt a bit blurry. 

When Frank came back from his swim Alice noticed something different about him, he had a scary look in his eyes. He sat down next to her and started to kiss her. Alice tried to push him away, but even though he was smaller than her he was much stronger. Alice got paralysed with fear while Frank caressed her body. He kissed he lips while he took of her bikini-top. He said something she didn't understand and she said "what?"

"I like small tits and yours are perfect, he answered in English."

" Please stop, I don't want you to do this. I want to get back to my Hotel now."

He paid no attention to her pleas and continued in his caressing. He got a bit tired of her fighting and used the bikini to tie her arms behind her back. She realised that this man was going to do whatever he wanted with her. She was very afraid. 

"Please don't rape me."

"Why shouldn't I do that, Frank asked. I have given several drinks and now I want something in return."

"I have never been with a man before, I'm a virgin, please don't rape me."

Frank considered what she said and smiled.

"OK, I won't rape you, but you have to give me a blow job."

"No, please," Alice said

She looked down at Frank's cock; it was stiff and rather large. She had never seen a stiff one live before. 

"Well, it's your choice, I either rape you or you suck my dick."

" I will do it, but untie me first."

Again Frank smiled and laughed. 

"No, you have to do it with your arms tied."

He rose and told her to get up no her knees. He placed his dick in front of her face.

"Now lick it!"

Alice let her tongue touch his dick, it tasted awful and he smelled shrimps. He told her to lick it again. Since her arms were tied she had no control on his cock, so when he gripped her head and started to push his cock inside her mouth she couldn't stop him. His cock went now in and out of her mouth. 

"Yes, you like it don't you, he said with a horse voice."

Alice tried to shake her head, but couldn't. She now concentrated on breathing, since his dick was deep in her mouth. She was scared, would she die with his dick in her mouth. He pulled out and she gasped for air. After she had got some air, he pressed his cock inside her mouth again. Frank smiled and continued pumping. He loved a good blow job, but this wasn't one the best he had had. But in the way she did things there were no doubt she had never given a blow job before. So he was her first. He felt he was getting nearer and pressed his cock as far down her throat as he could and let it come. 

Alice thought he was going to rip of her hair, when he dragged her towards his stomach. Then she felt his cock in her throat and something which ran down her throat. When he pulled out she fell over on her stomach and threw up. He stood over her smiling. Found his clothes, put them on. Took her bag searched it and went over to the girl who tried to stand up. 

"You promised to let me go."

"I will, but first we have to get you back to the Hotel, these streets are dangerous, and you have been through enough this evening."

He sounded like he cared, and he put on her shirt, well not exactly put on, her arms were still tied behind her back, but the shirt covered her naked top. He also put on her skirt again. 

"I'm sorry, but I have to gag you. I can't let you scream for help while I drive you home. I will untie you outside your Hotel, Frank said."

She was still to scared to argue, but started to protest when she saw that he was going to gag her with his underpants. When she opened her mouth to refuse it, he pushed it into her mouth and used a shirt he found in her bag to tie the gag. I'm still a virgin she thought to herself as he put her into the car. I might get through this.

Frank smiled to himself knowing that he will have hours of joy to look forward to, this girl is gullible.

To be continued...



Holiday



Thank you to "sexyinaf" for all the help!

*

I hated flying. Absolutely hated it! But there are times in life where we simply have to get on a plane, and this was one of those times. My husband's family all the way out in Alabama needed him, so out we went. Alabama is a long way away from good old California, and this California girl was not looking forward to the south at all. The only thing that I had to get me through the five hour flight was my iPod with, of course, Eddie Izzard fully programmed. Most of his comedic work from "Live at the Ambassadors" to "Sexie" soothed my ears as I winged my way across country. I am a huge Eddie Izzard fan, and checked all his fan sites online, as I frequently do, before I left. 

The previous week I had just gotten through posting a rather steamy dream I had about him, with lots of "ohh's" and "awww's" from all the other women on the site. I also mentioned I was on my way to Birmingham as well. As we landed Eddie was just finishing up the "Death Star Canteen" bit in my ears. I was very happy to be on the ground, even if it was in Ala-freaking-bama!

So there I was three days into our trip and bored to tears. The house we were staying at was in a small, newly built neighborhood surrounding a lake. I had excused myself and walked down the lake, through a path of grass surrounded by tall, thick trees. I was watching a few ducks swim by as I heard two cars pull out of the garage and drive off. "Great," I thought. The family had finally left, being smart enough to leave me in peace for a while. Not long after their departure I heard a car pull into the driveway. "Just wonderful," I thought. "They're back already."

I tried to ignore the opening of the car door and the footsteps coming toward me. I just wanted to disappear into the lake and not be troubled by anymore family issues. Alabama was, I hate to admit, beautiful that time of year. The trees had just started to change colors, but it was not yet cold enough for heavy jackets.

I heard the footsteps get closer, rustling in the grass, growing louder as they got closer. I was leaning up against a tree when the footsteps stopped right beside me. "Back Already?" I hadn't even thought to look to see who it was. I assumed it was the family.

"Not really, actually. I just got here." Without even turning my head, I instantly recognized the voice. That was the voice that had gotten me through a tedious flight. I couldn't believe my ears. I turned to look and sure enough, there stood the "King himself," Eddie Izzard. I was completely floored but attempted to play it cool, not wanting to make the situation crazy school girl-like. 

He wore blue jeans, a black shirt and a leather jacket. He looked amazing with his short goatee and well-manicured sideburns. I removed my jaw from the floor and casually asked "What's a big star like you doing in a small town like this?"

He replied that he was scouting a location for the filming of his new movie "The Riches."

"Glad to hear you're making a movie about the TV series. I really wanted to know what happened to your kids!" I said.

He nodded, "You're not the only one, you know."

"My name is Becky, by the way. It is nice to finally meet you in person."

"Becky, nice to meet you as well," he said. My heart raced as we shook hands. What a thrill to share such a common gesture with this man. 

I asked again, "I mean, what are you doing here with me? How on earth did you even know who I was or where I was at?"

He came and leaned up against the broad oak tree next to me and said "I read the blogs and fan sites about me you know. Your dream, by the way, was very hot," he said as he moved a tad closer. "It takes a lot of nerve to post something like that online. I enjoyed it very much," as those blue oceans he had for eyes looked me. "I also saw your post about being in Alabama, made a few calls and viola." He said as he gestured to my location. "People are not difficult to find these days. The internet is an amazing thing." By now we were shoulder to shoulder, with our backs leaning up against the tree. He started to slowly stroke my arm with his finger. I couldn't believe it; Eddie freaking Izzard was touching me and looking at me with those astounding blue eyes. "And I do love my fans you know." "I've heard that about you," I replied. He now stood in front of me and placed his hands on my waist. So many things raced through my mind. How could this possible be? I knew that my husband was coming back soon. But how could I possibly resist this adorable man before me? All I could manage to get out of my mouth was, "Well, there are only two of us. Pretty good odds for a shy kid." I couldn't help but steal one of his own lines from "Dress to Kill."

He chuckled as he pulled me close to him. He smelled so good, like leather and cologne. Without thinking of consequence or real life, he kissed me and I, without fail, kissed him back. Everything about him screamed sexy, and his kiss was amazing. His goatee caressed my face as he fed on my supple lips. I kissed him deeply as our hands franticly explored each other's bodies. I could feel his body rub against mine. The internet buzz was true. He had an amazing body. There was no doubt in my mind that he was there to finish what I had only started in my dream.

He pinned me up against the tree in our embrace, his tongue caressing mine. His hands grabbed my breast and I moaned as he quickly pulled up my shirt over my head. I could not control myself as he worked his way down my neck with his hot mouth. I reached for his fly, eagerly rubbing the already throbbing erection he had bulging through his jeans. I heard him groan as I unzipped him and released his member from its denim prison. I could feel his cock pulsating in my hand as I stroked him. It was amazing, a true sight to be seen. His length was normal, but his width was massive, like a tree branch. I couldn't wait to get him inside me. 

I whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, Eddie" in a needy voice. His only response was a lusty animal-like look as he quickly lifted p my skirt and pushed aside my thong. He pushed me back against the tree.

"Wrap your legs around my waist and hang on, luv," he said as he placed my arms around his neck. I did as he asked and clasped my legs around his slim waist.

Pinned up against the old oak tree, he penetrated me with one hard thrust. I gasped as I adjusted to his wide girth. He leaned into me and I was completely in his embrace. He fucked me, slow at first and as soon as I was used to his size, he thrust into me faster, harder, and deeper with each stroke. God he was talented, I thought as he pumped into me time again. I heard him grunt and saw the sweat glisten on his forehead. I could feel myself about to erupt and I managed to say, "I'm gonna cum soon."

"Me too" he replied, as his pace grew faster as he continued to pummel me with his cock. I dug my nails into his back as I came. I let out a scream; I could feel him shoot his load just as I came.

He put me back down on the ground. We pulled ourselves back together as I knew the clan would soon be returning and his presence would be hard to explain. He pulled up his jeans, smiled at me, and said, "Well, I've got to run."

"Good luck with your new movie," I replied.

"Thanks luv, for the great view of the lake," he said with a wink and gave me one last kiss, one last embrace, and then he walked away, towards his car in the driveway. I waved as he started the car and left. What an amazingly wonderful afternoon in Alabama. 



Holiday Adventure



Around 10 years ago, when we were both in our early thirties my wife and I had a relationship with another couple. It started at a party we were throwing; I'd bumped into an old college friend I'd not seen for years a few weeks prior and I'd invited her along. As I'd returned to college as a mature student she and her boyfriend were 5 or 6 years younger than us and I'd always had the hots for her. We all got drunk, I told her my wife wanted to fuck her and the four of us ended up in bed.

That first night the girls played with each other and then we fucked our own partners side by side. It was frantic, drunken sex and nothing like I'd hoped it would be; erotic, slow, sensual. We saw them both for around 3 months and had some good times but the reality was never as good as the fantasy. Maybe it was because they were younger and less experienced than us but Tris was very passive and although he had a much bigger cock than me he just lay there, doing nothing with his hands as my wife rode him and I spooned Stephanie. 

I love the smell and taste of sex and love stroking and massage. My wife only fucked Tris once and was left pretty unsatisfied. Stephanie didn't like having Tris cum in her mouth and when he said he was close my wife jumped off him and wanked him between her lips. That was the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I think Tris was literally blown away as she moaned as he spurted over her tongue. Stephanie and I loved it too and I came inside her as I watched such a lovely sight.

The adventure ended suddenly after Tris found work in another town, moved away and that was the start and finish to our swinging experience.

Ten years on and we've moved continent, had kids and settled in Australia. We had a good sex life back then but since having children really we only seem to find time to be intimate once or twice a month and when we are it's always at night, in bed, mostly with the light off.

My wife, Jenn, is amazing. She was a gymnast when young and now, having just turned 40, she still has the most firm, smooth and well defined legs. Her arse is still pert, no orange peel and her very large bust has held its shape well. She has the most adorable curve to her stomach. She has the children to thank for that but we also enjoy our food and wine and I'm no adonis anyway. She looks beautiful and sexy to me and I love watching her. She's creative and intelligent and a wonderful mother.

We were recently reminiscing and Jenn raised the experience with Stephanie and Tris.

"I wish I'd enjoyed that as much as you." she said

I asked her what she meant as I'd always thought she'd had a good time. She told me she had and although she'd loved her experience with Stephanie she wanted more from Tris and also said she'd wished she could have had the two of us on our own, two men to play with.

We were laying in bed and I placed my hand on her soft stomach and ran big circles with my palm.

"Tell me what you mean," I encouraged, "I'd like to hear what you wanted."

She told me how she'd fantasised for years about the night that she'd had him inside her, that she'd wanted to suck me at the same time or feel my mouth around her nipples, my hands stroking her body. As she went on I slipped my hand under her waistband and stroked her pussy. I asked her to tell me more and she opened her legs for me and my middle finger pressed just inside her and with her wetness I coated her lips and clit.

She told me that she wanted to take turns fucking us both, slowly grinding down on us and sucking whoever was not inside her. It was becoming more difficult for her to speak, she was so turned on as I gentle caressed her pussy and circled and pressed her clit. Finally she told me she wanted to ride me hard and she wanted to feel another cock in her arse at the same time. Suddenly the story wasn't about Tris, it was her fantasy about someone, anyone. She said she wanted to feel full and to feel us all cum together like that. As I told her I wanted that too she held both her hands over mine and bucked against me, soaking my hand with her cum, swearing and moaning, gripping the sheets as I stopped my hand moving and just held her pussy.

We've talked a lot over the past few months about turning that fantasy into reality. What would we do, book a hotel and try to pick someone up in a bar? Place an ad? Join a forum? Find a swingers club? We talked at length about all of those but when it came to the crunch although we both wanted it, something held us back.

In the end it came down to self esteem. Although I think my wife is gorgeous she's not convinced others would feel the same way. An operation has left her with a large, visible scar over her belly. She would like to lose weight but finds it difficult and I had to admit I felt the same way. Although I think I'd love to see a young, fit guy with a huge cock fucking her I'd probably find that pretty intimidating.

And so it remained a fantasy, one we described to each other when we made love, one we enjoyed together and watched porn with similar themes as we masturbated or fucked.

Being new to this land our holidays tend to be exploring this amazing country. We decided we wanted to get away and plotted a route across country. We packed up the 4wd, the camping gear and the kids and took off for three weeks. The final part of the journey was to explore a new city, spending three nights in a lovely hotel. The one we chose had a superb kids club and that was great for us all. A few weeks together and we all needed our own space and similar company. Each morning the kids would be there before it opened and stay till closing, collapsing into bed having had the most fantastic time. That gave us the opportunity to explore the city, walk, talk, drink in bars (something of a novelty these days), eat in expensive restaurants and generally do adult things.

On the second day Jenn plotted our route. There was a vibrant, more bohemian and a little more risqué part of the city she wanted to explore and was hoping we might be able to pick up some more antiques or a piece of sculpture. It was a lovely place to stroll around with street entertainment and musicians. We had a lunch in a lovely cafe and moved on further away from the main strip. I was looking across the road at a second hand record store when Jenn grabbed my arm and dragged me toward a door.

"Let's go in here." she said, not giving me time to answer or even see where we were going.

It was a bit of a surprise when we stepped in but I smiled at her adventurous spirit. She'd bought us into a sex shop and the walls at the front of the store were lined with magazines, then DVD's further towards the back and finally, right at the back, clothing and toys. A buxom woman in a pretty floral dress greeted us warmly and we said hi as Jenn lead me to the back.

"I thought it would be good if we got a new toy." she said.

Who was I to argue?

We browsed around, giggled and chose a couple of options. As we browsed a couple of guys came in and walked through our section, through a curtain at the back.

"What do you think is through there?" she asked me. I shrugged and the woman at the counter beamed at us. "It's the booth's," she told us, "film booth's. Take a look if you want, they're big enough for couples."

We looked at each other and without saying a word pushed back the curtain and stepped into a corridor. A couple of the doors said 'Staff Only' and further along were half a dozen doors, one of which was ajar.

We stepped inside a small but clean looking booth. Instructions told us $2 would start the movie and we could select from a variety. We sat on a glossy wooden bench, Jenn in front of me, my back to the door and she placed money in the slot and browsed through the films. There was a box on the shelf in front of the TV with tissues, another with baby wet wipes and another with condoms. A dispenser on the wall held lube and a sign on the wall asked to keep the room clean or tell staff if found dirty.

Jenn chose a group film. It was standard porn really, a girl on her knees sucking two enormous cocks, her friend being fucked in the arse on the sofa next to her. I guess the surroundings made it more interesting as I wrapped my arms around her and she jumped as I touched her breasts. She'd worn a 50's style wrap around dress and looked amazing. I kissed her neck and stroked her through the fabric as she watched the sculpted actors change positions. 

A tapping noise stopped us and we looked at each other. Before we could say anything, it happened again, tap, tap tap on the wall to our right. We'd not seen it before but there was a latch holding a little door closed. I flicked it open and it revealed a hole to the next booth. As soon as it was open a mans hand came through in a sort of wave. We looked puzzled, was this some kind of code. Jenn reached out and did the same back to him and a few seconds later a semi hard cock was pushed through. Jenn didn't even look at me, she just reached out to touch and it twitched and grew in her hand. She cupped it, stroked it ane wanked it slowly without looking or speaking to me and then leant forward and licked the tip. I was completely overwhelmed with excitement, Jenn seemed to have forgotten I was even in the room as she wrapped her lips around it and moaned as she fucked him with her mouth. As she came up for air she wanked him and licked the tip of what was a lovely looking, big cock. She shifted off the bench, squatted on the floor, placed both her hands flat against the wall and pushed her mouth as close to the wall as she could go, almost gagging on him. I'd never seen her do anything like this and she held still as he fucked against her, the tip of his cock must have been down her throat.

She pulled off him again and wanked him harder this time as she caught her breath. She licked around his head and then down his shaft to his balls which he lifter over the thin partition into our side. She sucked them into her mouth and we could hear him moan on the other side. He grew bigger and she swallowed him again, grabbed my hand and as she pulled away from him closed my hand around him moving me to wank him. That was the only time she acknowledged I was even there and as I stroked his cock she leant back, undid the tie around her waist to expose her body and then lifted her breasts free of her bra.

She lifted them to his cock and wrapped them around him, something she hadn't done to me since we were teenagers. I continued to wank him over her and she dropped her mouth to his tip. I felt him twitch and tell us he was going to cum and Jenn took over. She wanked him firmly and the first spurt of cum hit her left breast as she bent forward and closed her mouth around him, screwing up her face as the hot fluid filled her mouth and she swallowed it down.

She milked him onto her tongue and let him go and then turned to me. She grinned with delight like a coy little school girl and then grabbed me and kissed me with a wet, passionate, loving kiss. Her mouth and lips were still covered in cum and I enjoyed the taste of it, broke away from the kiss and licked what I could from her lips before dropping my mouth to her breast to lick it clean.

She unbuckled my belt and pulled open my trousers, trying to reach my hard cock, wet with pre-cum and desperate for her hands. She was still squatting with her legs open and I could smell her sex. I was desperate to taste her and push my fingers into her. Our fumbling was disturbed by noise in the wall and we both looked up to see another cock pushed through the hole. This one was smaller with a lot more hair at the base and Jenn just smiled, licked her lips and swallowed him down.

I stroked her breasts and manoeuvred myself to be able to lick and suck gently on her hard, brown nipples. They swayed in and out of my mouth as she fucked the growing cock with her lips and I stroked and clawed the inside of her thighs. After less than five minutes I could here her moaning a disappointing tone above me. Her enthusiastic style had been too much for him and without warning he'd filled her mouth with another load of cum.

She giggled as he pulled away and we heard the door of the cubicle bang close. "Mmmm, that was a bit quick but he tasted of Avo." she whispered and smiled, "Really nice actually."

I kissed her again and pulled her knickers to one side, parting her lips and spread her wetness all over her pussy. Her clit was swollen and hard and she was sticky and had a strong smell. I bought my fingers to my face and took a deep breath, drawing her scent into my nostrils, I so love the way she smells.

"Your turn." she said and pushed me back so I was seated with my back against the door. She opened her mouth and lowered herself around me and the heat and wetness made me moan and grip her shoulders to steady myself. It was really uncomfortable though so I stood at the other side of the bench so it was between us, her still squat on the floor as she pulled my arse towards her and motioned me back and forth almost gagging on me. She looked like such a slut, a beautiful, sexy, ravenous slut with her tits hanging over her bra, her legs open and her knickers pulled to one side and the strong smell of sex in the tiny room. I loved it.

She sucked and wanked me for a good five minutes and then I pulled her up to me. I wanted to taste her pussy and thought I'd lay her on the bench and lick her to orgasm but as I began to move around a hand came through the hole. We both looked at it as another had not really factored into either of our thoughts but it reached in a little further and brushed her bare thigh. I pulled her dress off her shoulders and as I did the mystery fingers stroked her arse. She turned to me and kissed me then lifted one leg onto the bench and pushed back against the hand. She moaned as this stranger played with her pussy. I couldn't see what he was doing but it was clear Jenn was enjoying it. She broke away from our kiss to swear and bite her lip and then began short rocking movements back against him. I reached down to her clit and began gentle but firm circular motions around it, occasionally brushing his hand as two fingers pushed in and out of her, matching her rocking motion.

Her head was on my shoulder and her hands wrapped around me and she suddenly gripped me harder and threw her head back and hissed "Oh fuck, yes, in my arse." and she began to move harder against him as he must have pushed a digit into her tight hole.

Her orgasm didn't take long to arrive. The incredibly erotic experience made it hit her hard and her legs shook and I felt a trickle of fluid run over my hand and drip off my wrist. Jenn squirts when she has a big orgasm and from the way she was trembling she was doing well to hold in a scream.

She let go of my shoulders and with her arse still pressed to the wall she placed her hands on the bench. I knew the guy in the next room would be expecting the favour to be returned and for a second I wondered about sucking him myself. As the head of his cock pushed through the hole though I knew there was no way I was going to be able to swallow it. It was porn star sized and if I say so myself, a beautiful cock.

As he pushed more of it through I had to see it inside her and with one hand I parted her lips and wrapped the other around this hot, hard, twitching cock and directed it at my wife's wet pussy. Her lips folded in against it as he pushed slowly into her hot cunt and as the head filled her she straightened her back and pushed back onto him.

She grabbed my arm and pulled me back in front of her. 

"I love you." she said and then buried her head in my shoulder again, pushed her arse flat against the wall and let this stranger slide in and out of her beautiful pussy. Every time he reached his full depth she grunt or swear into my ear and I cupped her swaying breasts and then found her clit again but she groaned as I touched her, "No, too sensitive." so I reached further under her and stroked her lips, pulled them open and played with his cock.

Once again she lifted one leg onto the bench. "Lick me," she demanded, "I'm going to cum again."

I knelt on the floor and did my best to reach her pussy with my mouth but I just couldn't get close enough. I licked her thighs clean of her sex and looked up and in the darkness could just make out his cock fucking her fast and hard. I watched as his balls tightened and he stopped deep inside her. He shouted from the other side of the wall and I watched him pulse as he came inside my wife. This triggered Jenn's second orgasm, so powerful another squirt, most of it running down her thighs and spraying onto my face. Her legs gave way again and she slid off him and straightened up and in one movement pressed her pussy to my mouth. My nose touched her sensitive clit and I pushed my tongue inside her and my face was soaked with another squirt of her cum. Her convulsing pushed the still hot cum from the stranger into my mouth and mixed with her own juices it tasted amazing. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth away from her as her legs trembled either side of me. 

By now I was sat on the floor, screwed up in the smallest of places and as her pussy pulled away from me she dripped all over me. She sat down on me, her face covered in sweat and she kissed me, still shuddering from her orgasm. Her pussy found my cock as she sat and she swallowed me into her. The heat was incredible and the excitement from the experience was too much for me and I came before she'd taken me all inside her. She laughed and we kissed and I could have sat there for hours with her in my arms.

I had no idea how long we'd been in there. The film had long finished and we got up and dressed, wondering how much anyone had heard and worried about whether it was obvious what we'd been doing. Our clothing had spots of fluid here and there and my trousers looked like I'd spilt water down the front of them. The smell of sex was so strong.

We straightened ourselves and opened the cubicle, hoping to find a back way out so we could quietly sneak off. No such luck so we decided to make a quick exit but knew we had to pass the woman at the front of the shop.

She beamed at us when she saw us, "You guys had fun." she said

We both laughed, knowing there was no way we could deny it and act all innocent.

"Amazing," Jenn replied, "We'll probably see you tomorrow." and lead me out into the bright sunshine.