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Opening Up

By: jaybee



I couldn't believe it - after 25 years of courtship, with twenty of those in wedded bliss, my wife was actually suggesting we see other people! Not just see, mind you, but to have affairs, as with the three-letter word involved. Oh, well, so much for being faithful, right?

I am Steve, and I am a cool thirty-seven years old. My wife is the same age, but as a sideline, I should admit that she keeps in better shape. We've been friends since lower classes, and we actually went steady when we were just twelve. I know a lot of people think that's too young, too immature an age to be thinking of such things. Fact of the matter is, we've been best friends and at that time, life was friendship, not sex. So by the time, we got around to 'doing it', we were actually making love to each other. (Admitted that it was at the back of a car, but for two people in love, it doesn't matter.) And when May got pregnant, it was with love that I proposed to her - the kid was the catalyst, a bonus in our lives.

With a sweet little baby girl in our arms, May and I went on our honeymoon. We named the little one after my late grandmother, Kezia. For the last twenty years, these two have been my world, my little planet.

So why was my wife thinking of opening up our marriage?

"Steve, I know marriage isn't about sex alone, but it is a part of it. Quite frankly, don't you think ours is a little too ... soft, too easy?"

Yep, that's what twenty years of marriage had reduced making love every alternate day to - 'soft' and 'easy.' Granted, the excitement or anticipation of what sex held for us in the beginning had vanished, but wasn't it too early to throw in the condom? We knew each other better than we knew ourselves. We knew each other's bodies more than the other, we knew the needs before they were expressed, the words before they were spoken. She was right - the excitement had certainly been cut down by half. It was starting to be like watching reruns of old westerns; you wouldn't want to, but when you do, you'ld be satisfied for the moment.

"I - yes, honey." That was me.

"I know this is hard, but I think it's better for the two of us if we see," May paused before dropping the hammer, "Others. Think about it this way - we won't get so bored with each other that we'll end up separating, and we still manage to be together. Maybe just a fling or two - just to get that feeling of doing something naughty, like sneaking off or lying to each other about office hours."

"So you just want a little cock and a lot of thrill?" I asked, unconvinced. Keep cool, I told myself, and keep it short.

"More like a lot of cock and a little of thrill," my life laughed at her own joke. My expression would have done a statue proud, and she quickly sobered up again. "I didn't mean that! Maybe we should just forget the whole thing..." I could see that she was disappointed.

"Look, sweetheart," I began, reaching over and hugging her. "No matter what you do, I'll always love you."

"Me too." May murmured as she melted into my embrace.

"I know. And I have always respected your judgements - after all, you chose a fine man, ma'm." As I ran my hands over her tummy, May giggled. "I also want you to know that you are ireeplaceable in my life. AND, I agree with you. We don't have anything to look forward to in our sex except the afterglow, nowadays, right?"

"It's not that you aren't any good, Steve," May interjected. "It's just that we are too secure with each other."

"I know what you mean. And I am not going to argue with you, I know you are right." A silence spoke for ten seconds. "Alright, le us do it. You should be warned, however, that I have a lot of eligible females in my office."

"And I have a lot of male colleagues, so shut up." May laughed. "For God's sakes, don't start an orgy."

"Only if you won't," I countered. "But there is no way I am going to let you marry anyone else."

"Steve, I love you."

"I love you too, May."

"Kezia should never come to know of this, though." 

I pondered this for a minute. "She's a bright kid, and she will put two and two together. All we have to do is tell her it's for the best, that it's for the family. She might buy it."

"In that case, telling her is your responsibility."

I groaned.

When May wnet on an office trip to Baltimore with one of her colleagues, I was pretty sure she had started on her part of the deal. My heart wasn't on the deal - an affair involved a lot more problems for a married man than for a married woman, accountability being one of them. It was too risky, I reasoned, for if I ever slept with a woman from work, she could sue me for harassment. With my luck, I would get a stranger pregnant on our night together and that would be the beginning of the end. Friends were too valuable to be risked. I decided then that I wasn't going to cheat on my wife. To make her better, though, I would just pretend that I was seeing someone on the side...

Kezia came home that evening. She was the perfect child, my second 'girlfriend', as I affectionately called her. She was beautiful, at 5"7' and with a head, unlike that of her ageig father, full of dark healthy hair. Her face was extremely friendly, and although it was only with academic paternal interest, I noticed that she had an incredibly well-proportioned body. She was in college, living just a couple of blocks away at her own apartment. This was basically a formality that we had insisted upon - my girl had wanted to finish her college at home, but my wife and I held out that she needed to learn to be on her own. As far as I knew, she managed just fine by herself.

I decided to make use of this opportunity of some time alone with her to explain the 'strategy' of her parents. On retrospect, I guess I was either warning her so that she wouldn't freak out if she saw her mother and anybody else, or putting the blame on her mother so that she wouldn't hold me responsible. Either way, I must say Kezia took it calmly.

"So, what you are saying is that you are having affairs - you and mom - but you are not going to get a divorce, right?" Kezia summed it up.

"No," I hastily corrected. "Your mother is having an affair. With my support, of course. As I told you, I have neither the interest nor the quest for adventure of seeking uncharted territories."

Kezia smiled, and that smile is one of the few reasons I hadn't looked outside my house for comfort. "You are so sweet, Daddy!" she said in a childlike voice, one that she knew I adored. "When you should be out shooting Mom's boyfriends with a shotgun, you are sitting here twiddling your thumbs. What you need, my man, is a hot woman, not the tele. What say you and I hit the singles bar tonight?" I launched a mock-punch at her, which she easily dodged.

However, as she moved away from my fist, her toe stubbed on the leg of the sofa. It knocked her off balance and she fell right into my arms. In spite of the pain she must've been feeling, Kezia cracked one of her trademark lines. "My hero," she purred in a romantic voice.

Both of us laughed. "Looks like I've got myself a mighty damn fine lady tonight," I said as I gingerly lifted her toe to my gaze. "How should I make use aw her now?"

My hillbilly accent was taking Kezia's mind off the pain. Her toe was badly stubbed, swollen to almost twice its normal size. I circled it with my thumb and index finger, and gently ran the hoop over the swell. Kezia was still in my lap - well, sort of, for her ass was on the sofa but she had her legs slung over mine. As I gently moved over her toe, Kezia gave a small moan. The reaction took me by surprise, which was not missed by Kezia. An embarassed look flushed her face.

"Sorry, Dad, it's just that," she explained reluctantly, "I have a foot fetish. I mean, my feet seem to be one of my most excitable organs in my body." I wanted to assure her that it was nothing to be ashamed of, when my gaze fell on her sweater. Even through the light woollen material, her erect nipples were poking through. She must be having ultra-sensitive toes, I thought absently as I massaged her injury. For some reason, I kept looking at the swell of her breasts for a couple of seconds more than would be deemed appropriate. It took an "Ahem!" from my daughter for me to focus on her face again.

"See anything interesting in the scenery, Daddy?" she asked naughtily. Thankfully, my fingers found one of her spots and I was saved from the ignominy of answering her. Or so I thought. "Ohh, Daddy, it feels so good!" Kezia exclaimed.

Five seconds passed. "You still haven't answered my question, Daddy."

So much for praying. "Don't be obscene, Kez, darling. Daddy was looking at the carpet."

"Yeah, sure," she snorted. Another tug on her toe. Another moan. Another question. "Does it bother you that I get so easily excited?" in a more serious tone.

"As a father, I should be. I mean, look at it this way - all anyone has to do to get inside your pants is just to tease your foot, and voila! I don't even want to think about the times when you go to the shoe-shop."

"Aw, come on, Dad, I ain't that bad, you know. Otherwise, we wouldn't be just talking, we would be rolling over each other. Man, what some fathers think of their perfectly harmless daughters!"

I couldn't suppress my laughter anymore, and Kezia joined me. A disturbing thought hit me at that moment - when Kezia had made that remark about me and her 'rolling over' my overactive imagination provided me with a picture of the two of us, in that position. Now that damn thing wouldn't leave my mind.

Neither of us spoke for about five minutes, save for a few moans by Kezia that only heightened my arousal. I couldn't even accept it - a hard 'un just because my daughter had made a few sexual innuendoes? Sick!

When the swelling had finally gone down, Kezia moved her legs away in one smooth motion and hugged me. "Thanks, Daddy," she cooed. "That was the best foot massage anyone has ever given me."

"Even better than the ones your boyfriends give you before the nookies?" I couldn't resist making that chheky remark.

"Daddy!" Kezia exclaimed. Then in a lower, conspiratorial tone, she added, "Between you and me, YEAH! But don't say this to anyone of my friends. If you do, I'll -"

"You will do nothing!" I challenged.

"Oh really! We will see about that!" 

Before I had even had a chance to say something, Kezia was kissing me, her father, with all her force. Her lips were mashed against mine and her teeth started to examine my gum-line. There was a fleeting moment of responsibility before I gave in to the demand of the moment - I opened my mouth and allowed my tongue to venture out. Kezia's immediately attacked mine with a passion I hadn't known for a long time. Even as I shut out all further thoughts and warnings, Kezia had her hands locked behind my head. I gripped her waist and pulled her into me, savouring the soft and supple feel of her body. As she pressed against my chest, I could feel the nipples poking through the material. 

Hell, I could even feel the heat off her legs!

To disappoint all of you, things did not go any further - for the moment. My daughter and I pulled away from the kiss, gasping for fresh air as we did so. There was no awkwardness, however, as we smiled at each other.

"Remind me to get an extra batch of mistletoe for Christmas this year," I quipped.

"Speaking of shopping, why don't we go to the mall, Dad? I need to buy some new clothes." Without even waiting for a reply, Kezia was pulling me up. "Get up, lazybones."

"Give your old man a rest, dear," I said, imitating a wheeze. "Don't you kids hang out at the mall with your friends?"

"Just think of it as spending some quality time with me. I am sure it will be worth more than the money you will be spending!" Kezia grabbed the carkeys and tossed them to me.

"How many credit cards should I take? Five, six, seven?"

"All of them!"

Even as I shook my head, I was walked to the car. This girl sure knew how to get her things done.

At the mall, Kezia and I walked hand-in-hand to the flashier section of fashion - in the layman's terms, the lingerie department. I gulped as I walked into one of the more ornate shops, lighted with an exotic glow that came from hidden lamps. The salesman was an impeccably dressed European, no doubt French. "Oui?" It always paid to greet your customers in a foreign language when you are selling fashion. I whispered to Kezia, "I thought you wanted to buy clothes."

"D-ah!" Kezia rolled her tongue at me. "Undergarments are clothes, too!"

The curtain was raised for one of the most erotic shows in my life. Piece after piece after piece of skimpy, transparent clothing, Kezia modeled them for me, twirling around to give me a good look. "What do you think?" she would say as she gave me a 360 view of her body. More often than not, these 'designers' covered only the barest of minimums, so by the time Kezia had picked her buy, I had a pretty good idea of how she looked naked. Problem was, it was even better than I had previously imagined - and my dick knew it too.

Kezia, after the one-hour show, bought just one item - a brown slip with garter and a g-string for a panty. To say that it barely covered her sensitive areas would be an understatement. To say that they barely bared all would be more befitting.

After dinner at a restaurant en route, Kezia and I were back at our house. Kezia would be spending the weekend at home, just like she had over the last four years. She went to her room to change, and five minutes, was casually walking around in that silly excuse for a garment. I felt that things had already gone as bad as they could, when Kezia bent over in front of me to pick a videocassette out. Her ass was staring at me right in my face, when, for the last time this evening, my fatherly instincts had control. "Kez, don't you think that's a little too wild to be nightdress?"

Kezia turned around, almost bumping me with her rump. "Hope you don't mind, Daddy! I didn't bring anything else, and what I had left here was dumped last week. Either way, this is the only thing I have that has a bottom."

I nodded. Kezia activated the vcr and moved back to the couch, snuggling up to me. She smelled fresh, and her hair, up close, seemed vibrant with a sheen all of their own. Her body radiated a warmth that was refreshing at the end of the day and looking at her, I felt proud that I was one half of creating this vision of beauty - this dam sans extraordinaire.

The movie was hardly interesting though, and even before the interval, we had turned it off. The idle conversation had once again moved back to her mom. I could sense Kezia growing more and more exasperated with her mother for leaving me in the lurch like this. I had quite a task of allaying my daughter's misgivings, when her burst of emotion stopped me short.

"Look at you! Your wife is out with another man, and all you do is sit here, denying yourself every fun. I know the two of you are still in love, but Dad, you are a man - a very virile and handsome man. You are not even forty, for God's sakes. Why don't you try geting laid, Dad? Or is it the fear that I might think ill of you?"

"In a way, it is true. I don't want you to think that I ever cheated on your mom. Besides, your mother needs that extra fling to put the fizz back in our marriage. I am content sitting here and listening to my sweet pumpkin talk about college, life, herself... Believe me, hon, your Dad has a knack for celibacy." I tried to shrug it away, Kezia wouldn't let me.

"Bulshit! Sorry Dad, but that is what this reeks of. Are you telling me that you can suppress these emotions of yours infinitely? What if I told you that I know a particular girl who would not only want to sleep with you, but be all the things you ever want from a wife, WITHOUT ever asking for you to split up or pay support?"

I decided to paly the storm out. The girl was too good to be true, or at least, that is what I thought. More than likely, Kezia was just trying to trap me into saying that I wouldn't take the risk. "And where would I find this utopian girl?"

"Right here," she said, without missing a beat. "On this very couch, right next to you. The one girl who will never ask you to renege on your marriage."

"You are kidding!" I hoped she was.

"No," she said, slowly slipping off the left strap of her slip. She gripped my hand, taking it to her left breast. Mutely, without resistance, I allowed her to guide me to that ounce of fat (more like five ounces of fat!) over her heart. The bra of the dress was a strip of cloth over her buds, not even enough of it being there to cover her pink areolas. "Feel my heart, Dad! It's pounding for you. I love you Dad, and I want you. I want to be yours, Daddy, I want to be your mate."

My fingers started to graze the underside of her breast - I now had a firm grip on the mound - enjoying the softness of the skin. My head, however, wanted one last shot at propriety. "Your Mom wouldn't like it if I cheated on her with you." I knew it was bad wording, but that was the best my desperate vocabulary could come up with. I guess it was more or less distracted with other suggestive words like beautiful, sexy, voluptuous, flushed, excited, hot...

This was indeed my last frontier. Kezia loved the two of us fiercely, and tonight had been the only time she had ever spoken so harshly of May. If even the threat of her displeasure couldn't discourage her... suffice to say that I wouldn't disappoint Kezia. Even fathers have their limits.

"She didn't ask for my permission when you decided to open up your marriage. She didn't ask me if she could sleep with her boss or whoever it is she is fucking right now. So why should I ask her permission to make love to my father? Besides, she never imposed any restrictions on who you could screw, right?"

"Just one - not with males. I figured she was afraid I would turn gay or something."

"Are you thinking of it?"

"In my daughter's arms, about to make love to her - sure I am! But I am ready to put it on the backburner for now, if you only ask me to."

"I am asking you to."

"And in the meanwhile, what do we do?" I asked, putting the ball back in her court. If she wanted it, she would say it. Being her father put me with the disadvantage of not being the first one to proclaim their carnal love for the other.

Kezia wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me towards her and sandwiching my hand between her hard breast and my hairy chest. I could feel the hairs under the shirt crinkle with elctricity as Kezia reached behind her with one hand and undid the clasp of her top. With the silky material out of the way, I had more access to her cups, and I slid a hand under the slip to cup her breasts. Kezia thrust her tongue out even more when I started to squeeze her nipples. Suddenly, she grabbed my hard dick with a free hand and started to trace its shape through my boxers. If my mouth had not been so busy, I swear I would have groaned right then. Groaned so loud it would have woken up the rest of the neighborhood. 

Finally, it was time to move to other matters. As we looked into each other's eyes, we saw the love there. This was what we wanted, and we had no doubt about it. Regrets may corrupt the afterglow, but for the moment, I was her man and she was my woman - that's all that mattered in the world. I raised a hand to the other strap of the slip and slowly, tantalisingly, slid it off her shoulder. The material moved down, pulling the rest of the bra down and freeing the luscious top of her body. Kezia had nice-sized breasts, and if she had a foot fetish, I guess I must say I am somewhat of a titman. And right there, those two globes seemed to be my fulfilment in life. Ripe and full, pink and hard, topped with a cute little nipple, the two forerunners of her feminity demanded my attention. I started to move over her chest when Kezia stopped me.


Opening Up



"First, we need to get these off," she said, removing my boxers deftly with her hands. "Then you carry me over to your - our - bedroom." I obliged. I was totally nude right now, but Kezia still had her panties on. That little strip that didn't have enough cloth even to be a hanky was the only thing that stood between my manliness and her womanhood. The underwear was already wet and scented heavily with her juices when I placed Kezia gently on the bed - the bed that had been her mother's and mine for the last twenty years. Her legs fell over the side, and I am sure Kezia expected me to take her right there. I was determined to make this more than a mere quickie - much more than a mere quickie. 

I moved over her, dipping my mouth down over her neck. A very loud moan escaped from Kezia as I started to suck her neck, pretending to draw blood from her veins. My mouth scanned every part of her neck, then traversed to the side of her jaws and the back of her earlobes, licking and nibbling every inch along the way. By now, my foot was on hers, rubbing against her toes. Just like I had predicted to myself, Kezia's foot was a hair-trigger, and within moments, she was tottering on the edge of an orgasm. I slowly bit into her ear, tugging at the cartilage as if milking it. That was it - Kezia jerked and with an animalistic sound, she started to cum. Her milk drenched the bedspread, but I didn't care. The sight of Kezia clutching the sheets to keep from hitting the ceiling was too interesting and satisfactory for me to be distracted by other things. After making sure that I had tasted every bit of her pretty face, I went due south.

The satte of arousal that her nipples were in was incredible. They were so hard that you could have used them to cut diamonds, and they sure didn't soften when my mouth enveloped first one and then the other. Kezia had her hands quite firmly placed by the side of my head but she never had enough time to recover and lift my head. Instead, her soft hands only emphasised the delicateness and the love of the situation that we were in. I ran spirals around her areolas, finally ending up at her nubs and teasing the hell out of them.

Originally, I had intended to eat her pussy before I entered, but her feet seemed like a more tasty - and excitable - target right now. I took her smallest toe in my mouth and started suckling it just like I had suckled on her nipples. I was right about the sensitiveness of her foot, and Kezia was once again on her way to Paradise Orgasm. I pretended to lick the toe clean, even tasting the nail-polish on it. Kezia was asking me to stop the torture on her feet, on the grounds that she felt she couldn't stand it anymore, she just wanted me to mount her. But her feet were exciting me too, to levels hitherto unimaginable. I wouldn't have left them alone for the whole world. 

Finally, when it seemed as if I couldn't last any longer, I faced Kezia. She nodded ever so slightly, still floating after her fourth orgasm. With May, my record on her had been just three, so I was surprised to see Kezia just cumming and cumming. My testosteronal ego must have been doubled that night. I reached over for a condom - May and I used them nowadays - only to be stopped by Kezia's arm.

"No, Dad," she told me softly. "I want you in here. Only you. And never reach for the rubber with me again, got that?"

I nodded. In my defence, I must say that I thought at that time that Kezia was on the pill, and hence there was no need for other contraceptives. On the pther hand, I guess I should also admit that in the event of Kezia being unprotected, I could get her pregnant. And that thought excited me, inflated me. With a grunt, something like the one when Adam had his first intercourse, I entered Kezia. With slow and steady strokes, I moved in to the hilt. Her muscles were already threatening to drain me and it took all of my will-power not to cum too soon.

Kezia was the first one to let go, screaming and closing her eyes. As her pussy contracted around my cock, I realized with a jump that here it was, the final act, the consummate plunge. There would be no turning back, no pulling out, and there was no need to. Whatever society said, the union that I was establishing with my daughter felt too right to be wrong. I didn't care what would happen if anybody found out. All I cared was Kezia, and if she was happy, so was I. With that thought, I shot my seed into her, deep into her. Kezia wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me into deeper depths that I had never reached.

For a few minutes after the lovemaking, Kezia and I just lay there, in each other's arms, feeling each other's breaths. Guiltily, I knew that this afterglow far overtook the ones I shared with my wife. Kezia had a smile on her face, the wistful one we often get when we want more of a goody. She looked contented and happy. Her eyes had burnt most of the lust in them, and what I was looking at was unadulterated love. Kezia reached over and gave me a peck on my nose.

"Thanks," she said simply.

"Don't steal my line," I told her. "Besides, shouldn't I be the one thanking you?"

"No. You see, I have always wondered how it would be to make love to you, but let me inform you Daddy, it was nothing like I had expected. It was ... terrific, wonderful..."

"Ditto here."

Kezia paused for a second. "Dad, can I ask you something?"

I nodded, and Kezia continued. "I love you, Daddy, and I will understand it if you say no, but - well, here goes - can I be like this with you Daddy? Be your woman? Not just a lay but more than that - a wife's level, perhaps. I don't want you to break up with Mom, I just want to have almost all the benefits that Mom has had. Little things like bringing you your bed-coffee, showering with you, spend a lot of time with you, ... that's all."

I pondered over this for a moment. As I had mentioned earlier, regrets always strike after the act. As a parent, I should have said no, but I had already crossed that line. I was no longer in the twilight region too, where I could walk back if I wanted to. I was already her lover, as she was mine. We belonged to each other if we ever belonged to anyone.

In reply, I kissed her. She kissed me back and I could sense her joy, as no doubt she could sense mine, at being together. The promise meant a lot to both of us and to this day, it still does.

I guess I should give the entire story, but Kezia's already calling me to change the diapers of our first-born, Mark. That's right, Kezia and I have started our own family. As for May, she blew a gasket (that's putting it mildly) when she discovered me and Kezia in bed, and she really went to town when Kezia informed her just before graduation that she was a couple of months pregnant. Later, though, after careful evaluation, she reluctantly agreed to continue the marriage - breaking up would have done neither of us any good. As it is, the three of us now live under a single roof. I get to have the best of both the worlds.

I am so happy that May had decided to open up our marriage!



Opening Up



Claire and I loved each other very much. When you spend eight years with someone it's kind of inevitable, you either love them or hate them. Although our relationship appeared strong, however, there was a major flaw that was wearing on the both of us. 

For the previous two years our sex life had been decaying rapidly. There was no real explanation other than familiarity. Over the course of eight years you tend to become very comfortable with a partner. Now in some ways that's great. Our friendship was stronger than ever and we trusted each other totally but there was a drawback: a total lack of energy in the bedroom. 

We began discussing ways to solve our problem but the first attempt ended in an argument. In that discussion, she told me she had a growing interest in group sex. I kind of got pissed off and yelled at her, feeling insecure about her desire to be with other men. 

However after a day or two, I began to realize how hypocritical I was being. I mean, I thought about fucking other girls all the time, from the counter girl at Starbucks to coworkers to total strangers. If it was OK for me, how could it not be for OK for her.

After a few more delicate conversations we came to a conclusion. We would ease our way into some new situations. I had always had a desire to see Claire get fucked by another man (or two). It was a recurring masturbation fantasy for me, but I never thought about actually experiencing it. It seemed too far out there. When I mentioned it to her though, she liked the idea right away and we began the process of figuring out the details. 

After much discussion we came up with a course of action. We would go online together and search for a suitable stranger. After about a week of chatting we had narrowed our pool down to three guys. They all passed my standards, which were simply that we didn’t know them and Claire had approved of their looks, which was all she cared about. 

After careful deliberation and a few more chats she decided on this 25 yr old guy named Steve. He was a graduate student at the local college and seemed like a perfect candidate for the job. We decided to meet at a hotel bar in the next town over the following Friday night. 

The week leading up to the meeting was filled with a growing nervous anticipation that almost reached the boiling point for me. I kept asking myself if we were really going to go through with it and wondering what the ramifications would be if we did. I could see in Claire’s beautiful blue eyes that she was going through similar battles with our decision. 

When we chatted with Steve that Thursday night and confirmed the plans, I had to fight the urge to call the whole thing off. If this turned out badly for some reason, I was at risk of losing my girlfriend and best friend in one fell swoop. But I managed to bite my tongue and the plans were finalized without a hitch. 

I couldn’t concentrate at all that Friday at work. I was so useless in fact that my boss told me to take the rest of the day off. I went home and continued my pacing and incoherent mumblings as I packed my bag for our weekend stay at the hotel. 

Claire came home a couple of hours after me at around 4:00pm. And while her anxiety seemed evident, mine was downright obvious. After about fifteen minutes, she stopped in the middle of her packing and approached me in the bedroom. Without a word she began to kiss me deeply. I groaned into her mouth as her hand found my cock and began to stroke it gently. 

I regained my senses and began to kiss her back hard as she slowly unzipped my khakis and pulled my nearly rigid cock out of my pants. She then gracefully dropped to her knees and turned her sweet face to mine as she grasped my throbbing prick at its base. Again I groaned out as she softly took my swollen head just into her mouth and rolled her pink tongue over it once, then twice before releasing it with a pop. 

She lapped from the underside of my balls all the way to my tip where she slid the full length of my seven inches down her throat in one smooth motion. Claire kept her head motionless for a moment before beginning to rhythmically swallow my entire cock as she started to massage my churning balls. 

It had been a while since I’d gotten a blowjob like this, quite a long while actually and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last very long. Sure enough after a few more minutes my balls began to rumble from deep inside. Claire was still swallowing me whole in perfect time and her hand had made it’s way to my ass where she was teasing my sensitive asshole by just inserting her fingertip repeatedly. 

I then moaned loudly and just as I was about to come she slid the length of her middle finger deep into my ass. 

I managed to grunt out “I’m gonna come!” as a warning for her. 

However much to my surprise and delight, Claire just kept pumping her pretty face into my crotch as she deliberately rotated her buried finger. A moment later I erupted in one of the greatest orgasms of my life. My knees literally buckled and I had to grab Claire’s shoulders to keep myself from falling as I emptied a mighty load down her willing throat. 

She swallowed every drop and continued to suck and finger me as my cock began to soften in her mouth. She licked and suckled my twitching balls for a minute or two as I struggled to catch my breath. She then slowly stood up and moved her face in close to mine. 

Claire then said through her big smile “See baby, it’s working already.” 

And planted a deep passionate kiss on me. When the kiss ended we both began to laugh as we hugged lovingly. I realized instantly that she was right; it was working. I couldn’t recall the last spontaneous blowjob I’d gotten and forget about the swallowing. That hadn’t happened in over five years. 

I was still nervous but I felt much better afterwards. In less than an hour we showered and left for the hotel. 

We weren’t supposed to meet Steve until 8:00pm and we got to the hotel around 6:00, giving us a couple more hours of maddening anticipation. They dragged by but finally the time came for us to go down to the bar. 

As we rode the elevator down to the lobby, I couldn’t help but marvel at Claire. She looked so incredibly beautiful. Her medium length blonde hair was naturally wavy and her eyes seemed to be two reflecting pools set deep into her beautiful face. Her body was amazing, petite, about 5’1” with a gorgeous set of 34D breasts and one of the hottest asses I’ve ever seen. 

One thought kept going through my head as the door to elevator rang and opened into the lobby “How am I not fucking this gorgeous girl every minute of every day.” 

I was brought back to the real world as Claire took my hand and we walked towards the bar. We entered the bar and both paused to scan the room for Steve. When we didn’t see him we made our way to the bar and ordered some drinks. 

I sipped my neat scotch nervously and finished it within five minutes. I ordered another one and as the bartender passed it to me, Claire tapped my leg nervously. 

“There he is honey!” she whispered excitedly. 

I turned my head and we saw each other at the same time. We each gave a knowing kind of half smile and he walked towards us. When he arrived he gave me a firm handshake as we exchanged hellos before turning his attention to Claire. 

“You look absolutely beautiful, Claire” he said as he kissed her softly on the lips. 

I felt an immediate twinge of jealousy but managed to suppress it and ordered Steve a drink. We made small talk for few minutes until we decided to get a table. We took a quiet booth in a corner and soon ordered another round. 

We sat across the table from him and the conversation gradually started to become less awkward. He really seemed like a cool guy and we were feeling pretty comfortable pretty quickly. 

About an hour later, and after four scotches, I was riding a fairly strong buzz. I left the table for a few minutes and hit the bathroom. As I returned to the booth I noticed that Steve was sitting in my seat, next to Claire. He looked up at me and wordlessly asked for my approval. I smiled weakly and sat down across from the two of them. 

As more time passed, and a few more rounds as well and I noticed that he was slowly but surely moving closer to Claire, until their legs were in constant contact. He also became more touchy and kept leaning up against her. I guess your confidence flies pretty high when you know you’re going to get laid and Steve was definitely feeling it. 

He then turned to me and said: “You’re a very lucky man, Dave.” 

With that he turned back to my girlfriend and began to kiss her lips softly. I sat there and stared dumbly as his soft kisses turned into a long, deep tongue-kiss. My psyche was instantly locked in a battle with itself; a bloody fight between my suddenly searing jealousy and the undeniable heat simmering in my loins. 

Their kiss lasted a good two minutes before they broke, Claire turning right to me and smiling broadly again. I could tell by the look in her eyes it wouldn’t be long before we were on our way up to our room. We had one more round and sure enough, after another deep kiss from Steve, Claire suggested we head up to the room. 

I settled the tab as this stranger and my girlfriend continued to make out in the booth, their hands beginning to roam more liberally with each passing moment. We then all headed for the elevator and entered it alone. 

As soon as the doors closed, Steve pulled Claire close to him and stood behind her as he began to kiss her neck slowly. She then gasped as he ran his hands up her stomach and onto her big, round breasts and squeezed them tightly. 

“Stroke my cock”, he hissed loud enough for me to hear as his hands began to knead my girlfriend’s beautiful tits. 

Claire whimpered as she reached back and began to stroke his obvious hard-on over his pants. I stood there, my cock throbbing madly against my pants as this guy and my girlfriend ground into each other hard and groped at one another wildly. 

We were interrupted briefly when the elevator door rang signaling our floor. 

Claire hurried out of the elevator, with Steve in tow and made a beeline for the room. I barely had the door closed and they were all over each other. Steve picked Claire up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they kissed wildly and made their way over towards the bed. 

I sat down in the chair by the bed, staring in a lust filled daze as he backed my girlfriend against the wall and began to dry hump her forcefully. Claire shuddered and groaned as he ground the form of his big cock hard over her panty-covered pussy. He pinned her to the wall with his waist and continued to hump her as he pulled off her tight shirt and resumed tweaking and twisting her round globes roughly. 

After a few minutes, he laid her down gently on the bed and kissed her hard as he unhooked her bra and freed her awesome tits. His hand then slid down and with some effort he removed my girlfriend’s pants. Claire began to squirm more frantically beneath him as he started to suck her hot tits and stroke her soaking pussy over her panties. She gripped Steve’s head tightly as his pace quickened on her pussy. 

A short while later he pulled his face from her breasts as he yanked her panties to the side and resumed his manipulations on her bare, pink cunt. Claire’s hips were thrashing around as she whimpered and moaned throatily. Once his hand was good and soaked, Steve brought his hand up to her face and slid his sticky fingers into her mouth. 

“How’s it taste?” he asked as he fingered her mouth smoothly. 

Claire groaned an approval as she licked his fingers clean. 

“Do you want me to eat your little pussy Claire?” 

“Yes!!” she half screamed immediately in response. 

Steve then turned his head to me and asked “And what about you Dave, do you want to watch me eat your girlfriend’s cunt?” 

Immediately I responded in a growl “Ohhh fuck yeah!” as I continued to stroke my aching cock through my pants. 

Steve smiled wide and quickly positioned himself between Claire’s trembling legs. My girlfriend then gasped loudly and began to moan as he started to eat her tight snatch. He ate her slowly at first and again had her writhing around spastically. It wasn’t long before he pinned her knees up by her jiggling tits and began to suck ferociously on her exposed, flowing pussy. 

Claire then groaned out a deeper sort of groan as Steve began to flutter his tongue on her tiny little, asshole. She gasped and whined as he slid his powerful tongue deep inside her ass while continuing to rub her enflamed clit rapidly. 

I could take no more and finally pulled my raging cock out and began to jerk off. Steve, after a long and thorough rim job, returned his tireless mouth to Claire’s juicy cunt and sucked and licked her madly. 

About two minutes later, my girlfriend squealed as she began to flop around the bed like a fish thrown up on the shore. Steve kept his mouth locked on Claire’s flowing cunt as her orgasm ripped through her lithe body. He continued to kiss her sweet pussy as her moans and gyrations finally slowed. 

He then climbed off the bed and stood at it’s edge as he slowly beckoned to a panting Claire. She re-energized instantly and sprang up to meet him. They again kissed passionately as she slid his sweaty shirt off revealing a more muscular chest than you would have guessed. 

“Tell me what you want” he said softly. 

“I want your cock” she responded as she began to stroke his huge bulge again and kiss his salty neck. 

He then turned to me smiling slyly and asked Claire “What are you gonna do with it?” 

She replied instantly “I’m gonna suck on it” as she started to lick and suck his small nipples. 

I then watched closely as my girlfriend kissed her way down his muscular stomach, still stroking him through his pants. When she finally reached his pants, Claire unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down deliberately. She pulled his pants down all the way before slowly tugging at his boxers. She then audibly gasped as his cock sprang out from behind his underwear. It had to be at least nine inches long and proportionately thick. 

Claire turned to me in a wide-eyed gaze as I stared at his huge cock admiringly. He then gripped the back of her head firmly and turned her pretty face up to his. 

“No, no, no… you’re on my cock, you little slut.” 

He then slid the underside of his giant tool over Claire’s face slowly and stopped with his balls resting on her lips. She got the hint and began to hungrily suck on his big hairy balls. Her petite hand reached up and grasped Steve’s massive shaft as she rolled his nuts around in her mouth.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his incredible cock. I had long had an interest in men. It had exclusively been a masturbation fantasy, with me always ending up in the submissive role. I enjoyed the fantasy but never took it seriously, mainly because I never found a man attractive, not once. For me the appeal was in the cock (and balls), whether I was sucking it, jerking it or getting fucked by it, it was all about the cock. Up until this moment, I’d never seen a hard one in person, other than my own, but it was clear that his awesome phallus had my interest. Plus the fact that he was about to impale my hot little girlfriend with it only made me hotter, and I was nearly on fire. 

“Do you wanna suck my cock now, bitch?” he asked Claire firmly. 

Again all she could do was groan an approval but before she could move, Steve jumped up on the bed and straddled her face, facing her feet and subsequently, me. 

“First you’re gonna suck my ass.” 

He leaned his ass back onto Claire’s beautiful face and she began to tongue his asshole powerfully. Claire and I used to engage in assplay all the time, and she knew her way around a pussy too, so I knew she was giving his asshole a good tonguing. He groaned a little and leaned back further so his mighty cock was pointing right at me. I tried to stare discreetly but gave up on that as soon as he began to stroke it. 

After I had been staring at it for a full minute or two, I slowly trailed my eyes up and froze when they met his. He held his stare for about ten seconds then closed his eyes and groaned as my gaze dropped back down to his swaying monster. Claire continued to slip her tongue in and out of his asshole as he rode her face and jerked his flagpole of a cock. 

After a short while, Steve dismounted my girlfriend’s face and again stood by the edge of the bed, only a few feet from me, as she sat on the end of the bed and gripped his rigid prick. I watched closely as Claire feathered his head with soft, wet kisses, then did the same down his shaft. I was amazed at how small her hands and face seemed in comparison to his impressive manhood. 

She continued to tease him, licking and suckling his rod from the side for a little while until she began to work him down her throat. Again, he gripped her hair tightly as she slowly bobbed her face up and down on his cock. 

I honestly didn’t know who I was more jealous of at that moment. My eyes remained glued to Steve’s glistening shaft as it disappeared and reappeared out of my girlfriend’s mouth. All I could think of was what it would feel like buried in my throat, how he would taste. 

At the same time I was thoroughly impressed by Claire as she managed, with much effort, to slide his giant tool all the way down her throat until her little nose was buried in his dark thatch of pubic hair. 

After nearly ten minutes, he laid my girlfriend back gently and started to finger her soaking pussy as she continued to feast on his huge cock. 

She popped his head out of her mouth long enough to moan as he added a second finger inside her and began to lightly slap her face with his swollen beast. 

Steve rubbed his gleaming hard-on all over Claire’s face as he looked over at me and smiled. I barely noticed, though, as my focus was locked onto the sight of another man’s cock massaging my girlfriend’s pretty face, and much to her liking too. I was beating away at my throbbing hard-on as I watched unblinkingly. 

“Tell me what you want now, Claire?” Steve asked, still looking at me. 

My squirming girlfriend groaned and answered in a low, husky voice. 

“I want you to fuck me with that cock, baby” and gave his balls a good sucking to emphasize her point. 

It was so hot I almost came as the words left her mouth. Steve must have thought so too because he instantly grabbed her ankles and spun her around so he stood between her legs. It was a sight to behold, him standing there over my girlfriend’s wide spread pussy, his giant hard-on standing at full attention, casting a shadow on her flat belly.

He then leaned over and hooked Claire’s twitching legs over his shoulders as he slid the tip of his head between her tight lips. She just stared up at him in wild anticipation and subconsciously ground her naked pussy against his burning shaft. Steve then repeatedly began to rub my girl’s desperate cunt with the underside of his glorious 9” cock. Claire responded by grinding harder against his heat as she started to whimper audibly.

Suddenly my girlfriend’s hot body went rigid and she gasped deeply as Steve slid about three inches of himself inside her. Her hands were now gripping his sides tightly as he gently began to thrust in and out of her tight cunt. Claire’s breaths came in sharp, high pitched gasps as he drove himself deeper and deeper with each steady thrust. 

I swear I felt drool running form the corners of my mouth as I stared dumbly and jerked my more modest cock hard. I was watching another man fuck my girlfriend, and loving it. 

So was Claire. Steve soon had two thirds of his mighty prick rhythmically pumping the blonde and she was moaning loudly and thrashing beneath him. I watched closely as his ass rose and fell with growing intensity and listened to Claire’s constant moans and groans lustily. 




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He then stopped abruptly and pulled out of her juicy pussy. In one smooth motion he pulled Claire upright by her hair and slid his glistening meat into her mouth forcefully. 

I watched in awe as he began to fuck my lover’s dazed face. He held her head tightly by her blonde hair as he pumped her mouth harder and harder. He soon had a little over half his length sliding in and out of Claire’s ecstatic face. For her part, she just held his hips tightly and swallowed his thick cock as best she could, constantly moaning as she did. 

Steve then just as suddenly pulled his cock from Claire’s throat and flipped her over on all fours roughly. My girlfriend let out a deep rumbling moan as he buried his huge dick into her from behind. He paused for a few moments before withdrawing his whole length only to drive it back in hard. Two seconds later, Steve was drilling Claire’s sweet cunt. He held her hips tightly as he pistoned his full length in and out of her. 

Claire was going wild, like I’d never seen before; and when he grabbed her wrists pulling her up off the bed as he pounded her, she got even louder. I watched her beautiful tits shake violently as Steve fucked her brutally from behind. 

Steve then motioned to me. I was in such a daze, it took me a moment to react. 

“Go fuck her face!” he snapped at me. 

Again I hesitated but only for an instant before I jumped up and stood over by Claire’s strained face. I grabbed her hair with both hands and began to fuck her face pretty hard. My balls were soon slapping off Claire’s chin and I stared down at Steve’s cock as he withdrew and buried mercilessly. Her constant moans vibrated my aching cock, increasing the pleasure and bringing me to the brink. 

I groaned out and continued pumping Claire’s mouth as I began to come wildly. Dumping about half my load down her stretched throat. The rest running out her mouth and down her chin as she moaned and gasped frantically. 

Steve then flipped her back over again and resumed fucking her, even harder than before. Claire pulled me down and began to kiss me deeply. 

However, this kiss had a purpose. I groaned as she slid her tongue deep into my mouth, feeding me my own come I had just deposited in her mouth. To eat my come out of my girlfriend’s mouth was amazingly sexy and turned me on more than I ever imagined. 

When she broke the kiss to scream some more, I swallowed my come down, loving the feeling. Then suddenly Steve grunted as I lapped the rest of my come from Claire’s lips and chin. He thrust a few more times before pulling out and pouncing up by my girlfriend’s pretty face. 

I turned my head and was shocked to see his pulsating head just a few inches from my face. Claire suddenly grabbed the back of my head and forced my face down on Steve’s wondrous cock. 

In an instant, my mouth was full of him and without hesitation I began to suck him passionately. 

Years of pent up frustration were released as I stretched my lips and sucked on his delicious cock, aided by Claire’s hand in my hair forcing me up and down. A moment later I felt him tense up and groan primordially. 

The next instant, my girlfriend jammed my head down and held it there as the first spurt hit the back of my throat. I struggled to swallow as blast after blast shot deep into my mouth and slowly down my throat. 

When she noticed his orgasm subsiding, Claire slowly pumped my face on his cock again for a few moments. She then pulled my face completely off his dick and it fell between her tits with a flat thud. 

She quickly grabbed it and began to milk it dry, sucking every bit of his come as I stared blankly, shocked by what had just transpired. 

Much to my amazement, he started to get hard again and Claire soon crawled out from beneath him. 

“Suck his cock, you little bitch” she hissed. 

I needed no more encouragement and instantly was slurping away at Steve’s hardening dick. I quickly made my way to his big, low hanging balls and groaned as I took one gently into my mouth. He grabbed my hair and sighed deeply as I lovingly began to suck his beautiful balls. 

I then whimpered as I felt Claire start to lap at my sensitive asshole lightly. After a long sampling of Steve’s nuts, I returned my mouth to his hot cock, which was fully erect again. 

Claire soon had her tongue buried deep in my ass as I moaned and sucked Steve for all I was worth. After a long while, during which he repeatedly slapped my face with his hard-on, he suddenly knelt behind me on the bed. 

I quivered as I stared back and saw Claire give his dick a couple of long slurps before guiding it to my tight asshole. I panted as I felt his hard cock begin to push against my small hole with increasing pressure. I then shook and shuddered as his head slipped past my clenching asshole and slightly into my ass. 

Claire lustily licked and sucked Steve’s balls as he gently pumped his head in and out of my ass. It felt amazing and so filling, how was I supposed to get the rest of him inside me if his head felt like this much? 

I had barely finished the thought when I got my answer. 

I tried to yell but nothing came out as he buried about half his length and started to fuck my ass. I was moaning uncontrollably, the sensation driving me wild, when Claire pulled my head down between her widespread legs. 

Before I even knew what was happening I was sucking on Claire’s juicy pussy as Steve drilled me deeper and deeper. My moans were erratic now, flowing into one another, and her cunt, as my senses overloaded. 

I’d had dildos in my ass before but they were no match for the real thing. Steve’s cock was so hot and hard, so much more than I’d imagined. 

I don’t think Claire was ever hotter as she rubbed my face with her crotch and made me suck it. I was moaning and yelling as Steve pumped me fiercely with about two thirds his length. 

After ten minutes of intense and incredible fucking, Steve flipped me over on my back and held my twitching legs by the ankles. I moaned unsteadily as he easily slid his cock deep into my ass and resumed his powerful thrusting. 

Claire quickly slid down and began to suck my aching hard on as Steve’s fucking grew ever more intense. I was in complete ecstasy. As Steve drilled me rhythmically I felt my orgasm coming on and grabbed Claire’s head tightly. She knew what was coming and buried my cock deep in her throat as I began to empty another load into my girlfriend’s willing belly. It was the longest and most intense orgasm of my life, lasting a good thirty seconds. 

Just as my climax was fading, Steve moaned out and after a few final thrusts pulled out of my ass. He slipped his condom off and pounced up by Claire’s and my face. He then grabbed both of our heads as I began to jerk him off quickly. With one final grunt, his swollen head exploded. He held our heads tightly and deposited a huge load all over our faces. Stream after stream of hot come splattered us equally as I pulled on Steve’s beautiful cock desperately. 

When he finally emptied, Claire and I took turns slurping at his softening cock and big balls swallowing what was left of his mighty load. We then all collapsed on the bed just panting and stayed silent for a long while.



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[02:22] kitten (me): ah...

[02:22] kitten (me): i was wondering...

[02:22] kitten (me): *blush*

[02:23] kitten (me): if it would be alright with my Master, if i could please myself before going to bed...

[02:23] My Owner: perhaps

[02:23] My Owner: what has you so worked up tonight?

[02:23] kitten (me): reading erotica, as usual...

[02:23] My Owner: ah

[02:24] kitten (me): thinking of you...

[02:24] kitten (me): wishing you and me could spend a weekend alone at your place... 

[02:47] kitten (me): mrowr...

[02:49] My Owner: *chuckle*

[02:49] My Owner: who knows

[02:58] kitten (me): Master, i'm going to go to bed now.

[02:58] kitten (me): May i please myself first?

[03:00] My Owner: convince me I should let you

[03:01] kitten (me): whatever it takes, Master?

[03:01] My Owner: whatever it takes

[03:02] kitten (me): *climbs on your lap straddling you and licking the side of your neck lightly*

[03:02] kitten (me):  Master, i need you so badly

[03:03] kitten (me): the thought of you turns my insides upside down, and keeps my cunt wet all day

[03:04] kitten (me): *rubs her pussy against your pants* you come to me in my dreams, stretch my arms above my head and lock my wrists into chains

[03:05] kitten (me): i dream of your strong hands pulling my legs apart and fixing restraints to my ankles, the restraints to chains fixed to bolts in the ceiling

[03:06] kitten (me): the thought of your tongue, your lips, your fingers playing with my pussy, my clit spreads warmth through my entire body until it feels as though i'm on fire 

[03:07] kitten (me): i beg you to let me cum, but you say nothing and force me to endure, i try to stay silent, but moans and whimpers and mewls escape from Your kitten's mouth

[03:07] kitten (me): no matter how long you torment me, no matter how badly i want to, the orgasm simply won't come unless you either command me to, or give permission...

[03:08] kitten (me): i beg you, softly, then louder with more insistency to let me, or allow me to please you

[03:09] kitten (me): i salivate at the thought of licking your cock from base to head, and slipping my wet mouth all the way down it. the feeling of you inside my mouth, is the only true satisfaction i ever get from my oral fixation

[03:10] kitten (me): *slips a hand between our bodies, tracing the outline of your penis through your pants*

[03:11] kitten (me): *nuzzles head against your shoulder and whimpers* please Master? please let Your kitten orgasm before she goes to sleep?

[03:11] My Owner: *sadistic half-smile* I am not yet convinced

[03:11] kitten (me): please don't make me go to sleep feeling this way... pleasing myself is nothing compared to you pleasing me, but it helps with the craving

[03:12] kitten (me): *nips and bites at the side of your neck, pressing fingers against the backs of Your shoulders,*

[03:13] kitten (me): *undoes your pants and pulls them down, wraps a hand around your dick to guide it*

[03:14] kitten (me): *slips mouth over your cock, licking the sides, the bottom, sucking softly*

[03:14] kitten (me): *looks up at you as i slip my mouth all the way to the base and slide it slowly back out*

[03:14] kitten (me): (thoroughly blushing and even more turned on now, just by this, Master)

[03:15] kitten (me): *whimper*

[03:15] My Owner: I am enjoying what you are doing My kitten

[03:15] kitten (me): *i remove my clothing as i continue to suck your dick, careful not to stop or slow down*

[03:16] kitten (me): *pulls your pants off completely, and slides back up your body as you scoot foreword on the chair*

[03:17] kitten (me): *climbs back up on your lap and softly licks the outside of your ear and whispers* May i have you inside me Master? 

[03:17] My Owner: *smile* yes

[03:18] kitten (me): *runs hands up the back of your head, lightly scratching your scalp as i slowly lower myself onto you*

[03:18] kitten (me): 

[03:18] kitten (me): groan*

[03:18] kitten (me): please Master, may i come for You?

[03:19] My Owner: not yet

[03:20] kitten (me): *begins sliding up and down on your perfectly shaped cock while kissing, licking and biting your neck*

[03:21] kitten (me): *i groan and growl with every movement of my hips against you, trying desperately to get more of You deeper, farther inside me*

[03:21] My Owner: *chuckle* If I weren’t giving a friend a ride to his appointment the hospital at 8:45am, I would be more than tempted to not allow you to orgasm tonight at all, and force you to wait for me to arrive in the morning

[03:22] kitten (me): *wraps arms around Your shoulders, digging in with my nails as i begin to whimper*

[03:22] kitten (me): (blush)

[03:22] kitten (me): (@)

[03:23] My Owner: perhaps I should make you wait till after my friend’s appointment. I could send you off to work with a huge grin

[03:23] kitten (me): *begins pleading, in-between moans, growls, and gasps* please my loving owner?

[03:24] kitten (me): whatever would please you most, Master

[03:24] My Owner: you're getting there, but I am still not quite convinced

[03:25] kitten (me): *grabs "bag of tricks" from under your work desk and pulls out nipple clamps*

[03:26] kitten (me): *slows movements of hips down long enough to attach clamps to each nipple, carefully. Then, places the chain between them gingerly in your mouth*

[03:27] kitten (me): *carefully moves up and down, and slightly foreword and back, trying not to pull on chain at all, the slight pain on my nipples making it harder to concentrate on not orgasm-ing before my Owner allows it*

[03:29] kitten (me): *places hands on shoulders and gingerly raises myself off, as you release the chain from your teeth. i lower myself onto the ground, in-between Your knees again, and eagerly suck your dick into my mouth again*

[03:30] kitten (me): *eagerly licks every part of your dick that has my taste on it, listening intently for sounds of pleasure from my Owner*

[03:30] My Owner: mmmmmmm

[03:30] My Owner: soon my kitten, we will have to make this happen

[03:30] kitten (me): *smiling around the beautiful dick in my mouth, i look up at You and purr around you*

[03:33] kitten (me): *licking Your cock from base to tip, swirling my tongue around the head, and pulling it into my mouth one last time, i crawl up You and shyly ask * may i have You inside me again, Master?

[03:33] My Owner: *grabs you under the arms and lifts you atop me

[03:34] kitten (me): *squeals in anticipation and eagerly opens legs, craving the fulfilling sensation of You inside me*

[03:35] My Owner: *slowly lowers your wanting pussy down to my rock hard cock*

[03:36] kitten (me): *moans loudly and begins involuntarily rocking hips back and forth*

[03:37] kitten (me): *slides up and down quickly and feels the twinge of pain in both nipples from jarring the clamps suddenly*

[03:38] kitten (me): please, Master, can your kitten come for you? *i ask in a passion filled voice, my eyes pleading*

[03:38] kitten (me): *moving deliberately slower than would like, to keep the waves of the threatening orgasm from crashing down without permission*

[03:40] kitten (me): *moves mouth over the side of Your neck and whimpers* i need You so badly, please Master, i can't come with out my Owner's permission... 


My Owner then commands me to put my right hand in-between my legs and tell him how wet for him i am. i naturally, obey instantly, and groan loudly at the long awaited pleasure of fingers on, and inside my throbbing cunt. i tell him that it is very wet, and how badly i want him. After making me play with myself for a while, and forbidding me to use my vibrator, he finally acquiesces to my request to orgasm for him. i cry out as the pleasure of the permitted orgasm rakes through me, crashing into me like ocean waves on a cliff. i hear my wonderful Master moan in pleasure as he, himself cums, satiating his desire for pleasure. I thank him and tell him how i wish he were here, and think to myself how wonderful it feels to know that i can give him pleasure. He tells his kitten that he will see me as soon as he can, possibly picking me up from work as the last shivers of aftershocks quiver through my body. He tells me goodnight and wishes me sweet dreams as i tell him that i still want me inside me. i wish him a good rest of the night at work and hang up, trying to fall asleep. After a few minutes, i go back to my computer:>>

[04:12] kitten (me): now i'm not tired

[04:14] My Owner: I love my kitten

[04:15] kitten (me): as i love my Owner

[04:15] kitten (me): *purr*

[04:15] kitten (me): (gift)

[04:16] My Owner: I knew that all it would take was a little patience to get you to open up

[04:17] My Owner: and I accept your gift gratefully

[04:18] kitten (me): what is the only thing i have ever truly asked of you? simply that you be patient with me

[04:21] My Owner: *chuckle* now to work on your wardrobe... at least for things worn in private.

[04:22] My Owner: and perhaps things worn in public/semi-public as well.

[04:23] kitten (me): (blush)



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This is the first in a series of stories about Joe and Lisa and their sexual adventures; sometimes together and sometimes alone.



I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping near the window and soon realized it was the weekend and I had used the extra time for catching up on much needed rest. Looking out the window it appeared that this would be a glorious summer day. That's when a sudden movement caught my attention. I was looking directly into our neighbor's back yard where the pool was located; more specifically Dee parading around with a string bikini that didn't hide anything from one's imagination. Even though I'm a married man with a beauty of my own this was quite a site that I should enjoy for prosperity.

Dee is our neighbor who should be in every man's dreams but just shrugs off flattery as she's just an average girl. Average my ass! At 5 foot 5 inches, jet black hair, an ass to kill for and the most luscious set of tits a man could crave she sets a fine example of womanhood. There she was moving this chair, that table, sweeping here and there making things tidy. Every time she bent over that string would get tighter up her ass crack and looser on her top. Finally Dee must have gotten frustrated and just took the damn thing off. Wow what a site! That top piece sure as hell wasn't giving those tits any support because they didn't sag at all. I finally caught a glimpse of her pussy area and as I suspected she was shaven bald.

Thank you lord was all I could mutter as my other head was now doing all the thinking.

I'm not hung like a porn star or internationally famous for my size so as I looked down at my boxes; my dick was swelling to its state of readiness with a nice fat head starting to peak through my shorts opening. Well here's an opportunity to take things into my own hands I thought to myself. As I looked down to check things out and drop my shorts I noticed that Dee had moved away from the pool area and was nowhere to be seen.

What the fuck had happened to her! 

Here I am with this hard on and was enjoying this vision and she disappears. I dropped the idea and went to take a shower. When I returned from the shower I thought I'd check out the pool area one last time and just as luck would have it Dee was returning with a towel and lotion to soak up some rays. She looked around for the best area and settled down at the side to my right where my best view was. Damn what a great day this was!

She was still naked and put her hair up to keep the suntan lotion away. Still standing Dee smothered her body with this stuff and laid down to catch the heat of the day. Now what should I do. I can stand here to admire this and jerk off or save the built up load for my wife when she gets home from her shopping trip. Dicissions, dicissions, dicissions what's a man to do? Lisa, my wife, loves sucking my cock especially making me shoot big loads with her talented mouth and tongue. I'll wait for the sure pleasure thing!

I put on a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals and decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood. Leaving the house and heading around the block I was approaching Dee's place when a van pulled into her driveway. Out pops this bubbly little thing about 5 feet tall with a great figure and a model's face. She smiled at me and I nodded back with a grin from ear to ear. With an angelic voice she asked me if I lived near by and I explained that I was the neighbor and pointed to my house. 

Karen was her name as she extended a hand for me to shake.

"Joe" I replied.



I had a tough time not starring at her beautiful eyes and generous set of tits but she seemed used to it and said Dee was expecting her as she bounced off.

Now I was curious as hell and made a mad dash for the house and my new found favorite window. I raced upstairs and sat on my bed for a good view. Dee was still laid out in the sun and I expected her to get up to answer her doorbell to let Karen in. She must have her own keys because she appeared out the house wearing nothing but a smile as she made her way over to Dee. 

Dee looked up opened her arms and took Karen in and gave her a long, long kiss. This put a tent in my shorts again. 

Karen took her hand pulled her up and they walked into the water together. They embraced again and started to run their hands all over each other; with Karen needing Dee's tits something feverishly. This turned her on and she responded with another long kiss. Karen seemed to be washing the lotion off Dee's body as her hands were everywhere. Up the stairs out of the pool to the lounge chair they went.

Dee laid down as Karen started to kiss her neck and ran her tongue down to her tits and sucked in her nipples. This must have had an interesting effect on Dee as she arched her back and puckered her lips. Karen kept her attack on her tits and nipples for what must have been a good ten minutes as Dee is now squirming around at a pretty good pace. Now that Karen has Dee's full attention she slowly ran her tongue down to her belly button area lingering for a moment or two before planting a big kiss on Dee's pussy. 

That did the trick as she clamped her thighs around Karen's head for a minute or two. Karen fought back her legs and started an attack on her pussy lips with a tongue and a finger massaging her clit. More tongue work with more saliva produced two fingers in Dee's pussy as she slowly started to sway her head side to side. 

Karen looked up at Dee and lapped her pussy like a dog a couple of times as Dee's hips responded by rising up off the lounge chair. The contortions on her face showed she was enjoying the hell out of this and Karen responded by inserting another finger in her pussy. 

Wow, this was making me go crazy with desire. I was concentrating so much on what was going on in front of me that I never heard Lisa come into the house or the bedroom for that matter. 

She looked at me rather curiously and asked what was so interesting. I told her about Dee and Karen as a big smile showed on her face. My wife and I had discussed watching other people having sex but two women weren't on the agenda. My thoughts were on how she would accept this. Lisa sat next to me to check out the action and immediately drew in a sharp breathe when she saw what was happening. 

"How long has this been going on" she asked?

I told her the sequence of events and she just stayed glued to the action. Karen was still working on Dee's pussy with tongue and fingers when she reached under the chair for something in a tube. She managed to remove the cap without a break in the action and squirted this stuff on her fingers and Dee's pussy. Slowly she started to rotate her hand to catch the lube and to our amazement she slipped her entire hand into Dee. She was fist fucking her!

Lisa let out a gasp and asked how the hell she could do that. I remembered when we shook hands how small her hand was as it disappeared in my palm. I explained that to my wife as she was now transfixed to the scene in our view.

Dee let out a moan we could hear from our room as a giant wave of an orgasm overtook her body. We thought she had passed out but was very still as Karen removed her hand from her pussy. She brought it up to Dee's lips so she could share the juices with her. Wow, what a moment. They lay still after that enjoying the pleasure.

Lisa snapped back to reality and looked at me with a sheepish grin and said that was an amazing performance and

wanted to show me what she had bought on her shopping trip. I've got a raging hard on and she wants to show me things she bought. Fucking great! Lisa disappeared for about 5 minutes and came into the bedroom wearing a soft blue push up bra with the top of her tits exposed, matching thigh high stockings and 3 inch heels. My mouth was open in amazement as she had never dressed like this before. She looked beautiful and I told her so. I inquired who she went shopping with to talk her into purchasing these items and she told me it was her aunt Deb.



"You approve?"she asked.

"Damn right."

Lisa walked over to where I was standing and reached for my hand and pulled me to her body and kissed me. Our tongues were in a dueling match as we were turned on by the day's events. My hands were on her ass in a flash as she let a low moan of approval. My balls were starting to feel the pressure and I was looking for some relief. Lisa pushed me onto the bed and slid on top of me.

She offered her tits to my mouth which I gladly accepted and started to tongue her nipples. She threw her head back in appreciation of what I was doing and came down hard on my face with her chest and proceeded to beat me with swaying tits. She looked down at me and said that she had some other things that would be useful right now as she reached down off the side of the bed into a bag and produced a cock ring for me and a rather interesting dildo. Her aunt must have some power of persuasion for this stuff!

Lisa took my shorts off and made sure everything was in its proper place before she slid my cock into her mouth for a moment getting everything nice and moist before she put the cock ring on and tightened it so that I couldn't cum until she was ready for me to do so. Her quick mouth job and the position of the ring made my balls swell to almost twice their normal size and I was feeling it down to my toes.

Lisa lay next to me and said I was to have some fun with the dildo but don't hurt her as this was a new experience. I didn't need much encouragement so off I started with the vibration on low as I worked this toy over her nipples as I was kissing her stomach ever so slowly working my way to her pussy. She was enjoying this as she was squirming around a little more than usual. I started to drag the dildo down between her tits over her stomach towards her pussy when I thought what the hell and brought it to her lips and told her to suck on it so it could slide in easier.

She took it in her mouth a little ways and started to give it some tongue action like it was a real dick. My balls reacted to this as more pressure built by the site of this. Lisa finally took the whole thing down and left a wad of saliva on it for easier penetration. I had been watching this while I was licking her pussy and was ready for the task at hand. I brought this down to her pussy lips and ran it up and down one time with it on low speed before I eased it in.

Man she jumped a foot in the air and I hadn't started to get to the heart of the matter yet. I chuckled to myself and turned the speed up a little more and started an in and out twisting motion now. She moaned, clinched the sheets, brought her hips off the bed and screamed she was going to cum. 

Hey, I said to myself what the fuck I've got my balls cinched up and she's cumming.......... No way! 

I stopped everything. Lisa pleaded with me to continue but I toyed with her.

"You cock sucker" she yelled.

"I'm open to a lot of things" I told her as she laughed at me.

"Please start over again" she asked in a very sexy voice. 

"I'll make you shoot a bucket full of cum when you're done with me." 

I love words of encouragement!

I started the in and out motion with the dildo again as I adjusted the vibration to where it was before and the effects were starting over again only this time when started to scream I turned the vibration to full and rested the unit on her clit. I had all I could do to hold the dildo to the spot as she flipped out! I thought I killed her. Her eyes had rolled back and her mouth had gone into a grimace like I had never seen before, but the breathing was intense as I watched her chest go up and down like a piston. Her nipples had swelled to the largest I had ever seen them and they can get big at times. I turned off the vibration and slowly withdrew the dildo from her pussy and gave it a lick. Lisa saw this smiled at me and brought her tongue to her lips so I brought this up to her for a taste of her own pussy. She licked it and said she wanted to see me take this in my mouth. I'm not gay but did have a thought or two about what it would be like to have a dick in my mouth so I opened up started to take this down a little at a time.





Lisa watched with glazed eyes as I took care of her request. 

"Joe, what a turn on to watch you do that. Thank you honey!"

Lisa was still shaky from her intense orgasm as she made her way to the bathroom to clean up. She called to me to come in there. When I walked in I found her holding a big enema bag which she explained was for me. 

Now my mind was spinning for what was next and Lisa could see the anticipation on my face as she explained she had a toy for me also. After two cleansing sessions, which were difficult and slightly painful while still wearing the cock ring, she said I was ready. I was still pumped up from the day's events so my balls were turning blue from the voyeuristic show, anticipation and watching Lisa cum that hard.

Lisa took a large towel and placed on the bed and instructed me to lay on it while she went for my toy. She told me to close my eyes and not to open them till she said ok. She sat next to me and was unwrapping something when she said open up. Lisa was holding a male anal dildo with what appeared to be a 3 inch finger on the end of it! 

"What makes you think I'll go for that" I asked?

Aunt Deb said Uncle Pete goes fucking crazy when she uses this on him so I thought I'd give it a try.

I never knew they were that sexual or that Lisa was that open with Deb but right now I didn't care my balls ached and I needed relief.

"This has some unique features that I read about and I'm sure you'll enjoy them" she cooed.

Lisa started kissing me very passionately as she was turned on with anxiety as much as I was. Slowly the tongue worked its way down my neck, chest, nipples, stomach, and reach it's destination on my dick which was having a hard time with the ring. 

She looked at it and said "it stays as it is for now." 

Lisa's mouth started working my balls for a few minutes which made me start to moan and squirm. I felt a new sensation now at my asshole as she was trying to fuck it with her tongue.

"God that feels great" I blurted out.

"OK baby you're ready" she sighed. Lisa pushed my legs back up toward my chest, lubed the dildo and slowly started penetrating my asshole. It wasn't really that big around so it started in pretty easy. She asked if everything was ok and I nodded yes. The first turn on the dial expanded the dildo about a half inch which made life a little more interesting as she had now about half of this thing working in and out. I was getting some extra blood to my dick which was throbbing like a sore thumb because it must have grown an extra inch or so by now. Lisa took note of this and explained what was going to happen now.

I'm going to expand this thing again another inch, push it in to the hilt and place the dial to make this little finger rotate and wave over your prostate which should give you a sensation like you've never had before. I'll release the ring just as I start to give you the most unbelievable blow job in the world.

"Joe baby, I'm going to make all this happen at once so hang on!"

Lisa true to her word started everything in motion as a new feeling started in the back of my dick as the warmth of her mouth and moving tongue were doing their magic. Up and down on my shaft as she increased her suction while stopping to swirl her tongue on my head. The little finger on my gland and her had gently squeezing my overly swollen balls were making me sweat and heave in anticipation of what was to happen next.

The wave started somewhere on the bottom of my feet and continued up to my balls and Lisa could feel the same thing with her hand as she slid her mouth down my shaft as the first load erupted. I don't know how she managed to swallow the first stream because it felt like a pint had just flowed out. Lisa was doing her best when the second load hit the back of her throat and all I could hear do was gulp it down. 

The unexpected happened as she was just taking her mouth off and I screamed when load three was coming. Like a good woman she went down to retrieve it all. She pulled off smiled at me milked me down and licked it clean then came up to my face for a kiss. She still had a lot in her mouth and wanted me to taste myself. Being the obliged husband I helped her out and found that it wasn't all that bad





Lisa went back down to my dick and milked it clean leaving my cum on her fingers for me to lick clean which I did for her. She told me to relax and removed the dildo from my ass.

I cleaned up and we slept the rest of the day.

I awoke to a very warm sensation as Lisa was giving me a blow job. That mouth and tongue were doing their thing again and in no time I had flipped her around to get access to her pussy lips. She always tastes great!Her tongue was working up and down my shaft as she paused to stick her tip in my pee hole and then swirl around my head before going deep again. I had her lips apart and was licking and lapping at her clit while inserting a finger to find that favorite area. We both came at the same time with a powerful orgasm that shook the bed.

I made it up to her face to kiss her as she had some cum for me and she started to lick her juices off my face like a kitten.

I was curious as to the nature of what had happened during the day with the clothes, toys, and new found sexual attitude. She told me that her aunt had been discussing sex with her all day and that is what prompted all this.

Lisa said something next that took me back somewhat but after what had happened what could be left.

"Joe, would you mind if I shaved all the hair off your body so you could be smooth?"

I asked if she was going to do the same, she nodded yes.

I wondered where this is going.



Opening Up



Traditional, ordinaire, common, even run-of-the-mill for god's sake, that's Bob's realm when it comes to sexual adventure; Bobbi knew she was different, not Bob at all, she was supposed to be different, it was her due. Sexuality has exactly two characteristics for Bobbi and both end in Y - variety and rapidity. Half a dozen is a good number, individually or in groups. If half a dozen is the best number half an hour is a proper duration. Relationships are not her thing; at least that is the way her life developed.

One guy, though, kept turning up, not often, only when Bobbi visited this one particular location, Bush River. Bush River was for sex and sex only. Bush River meant dark theaters, horny, taking, using men. Bush River meant the sound of zippers clicking in a rip, cocks appearing, essential male desire, suck, fuck, now. Bush River also meant desire for Bobbi, desire fulfilled, cocks to be sucked and essence savored one after another. The one fellow showed up often enough that he grew a name, Bill.

Bill had cock, nice size, six inches or so but not too fat, too thick. Bill wasn't always hard when Bobbi started sucking but she took care of that problem; Bill always firmed up nicely in Bobbi's mouth. Bill had hands as well as cock and hands seemed to have an affinity for Bobbi's bottom. Bill's hands liked to play with Bobbi's lower cheeks and search Bobbi's crease to find the pucker. Bill really wanted his cock for Bobbi's nether hole, her anus clinically but to both Bill and Bobbi asshole was name and target. 

Bill wanted to fuck Bobbi in the ass; his desire was just that simple. In only one way could Bobbi claim virginity, one direction, down there, back there; Bobbi always said NO, I am just a cocksucker. Bill was persistent. Why? The question was not so much why Bill was persistent; Bobbi came to understand the question as WHY should Bobbi be so resistant? Why was asshole off limits? Could she be a libertine and retain that special virginity?

Gradually, oh so very gradually Bobbi's questioning mind reached for an answer she had never given. YES, Bill, you can have me back there, but let Bobbi have her treat first. She sucked; Bill exploded his special treat in Bobbi's mouth and she swallowed him completely before releasing his tool. Now she offered asshole but Bill's cock was soft; Bobbi's virginity remained safe. 

Later Bill tried his best but Bobbi's asshole was sealed tight by lack of use. A fully hard and rampant cock could have broken through virgin opening but such was not to be this day. The portal had been sealed far too tight for far too long. 

There must be a solution; and Bobbi must search to find that solution.

Her search led to a local video store and the many toys displayed on wall. A traditional toy seemed appropriate, a tapered butt plug to stretch the muscles as though loosening the lock and easing away the rust of disuse. Another toy seemed like a fun one to play with; it could best be called beads on a stick all in dayglo pink iridescent plastic with batteries in the base that made the toy hum and vibrate. Bobbi bought both toys and the necessary batteries. 

At home she put both toys to use immediately.

Success accrues to the persistent, correct? Mother always told Bob her special bit of wisdom, 'patience is a virtue, few possess it'. At the time Bob was not much of a believer in patience or persistence. The woman inside Bob convinced him; Bobbi used both toys regularly. The vibrations those two batteries effected on the beads was very near impossible to resist while the butt plug stretched the opening for a few hours at a time. More, bigger, thicker, Bobbi was not satisfied with only her original purchases. She wanted something more lifelike; Bobbi knew what cock looked like, that is exactly what she went back to the video store to find.

Toys still hung on the wall, some bizarre, some grossly huge, two looked quite real; they looked like nice thick cocks. They had the added bonus looking negro brown like a black man's cock would look coming for mouth or asshole. Bobbi always felt a special affection for black men's cocks; they often came at her with a touch of nasty excitement, with a certain taboo. 

Both black beauty cocks had heft and thickness, inch and a quarter or more thought Bobbi with just visual inspection; one was eight inches long if package could be believed, the other six inches of silicone plastic man meat. Either would do but Bobbi decided to be circumspect so she bought the six inch chocolate beauty cock. She continued to practice diligently, some would say faithfully, but Bobbi rarely used that term about her sex life. 

The toys continued to receive daily use. She used the plastic beads vibrating on their shaft, her butt plug for extended stretching, and now the chocolate cock for true simulation. After almost three weeks of steady practice with toys Bobbi's time drew nigh.

Bush River once again on a Friday afternoon, would Bill be there? For some reason Bobbi wanted Bill to be first; the first man to fuck her asshole. Bobbi had already decided that Bill could pimp her ass to others after he had first go; she wanted him to want to pimp her out. That would be supremely slutty behavior. Sell her asshole even, she wouldn't care. Bobbi wore a loose dress that would lift easily and French cut sheer black panties also easy to get out of the way. Just like playing hide and seek - ready or not here I come! 

Bill was there; he had come to Bush River this special Friday. 

Bobbi smiled; Bill was ready. Today would indeed be special.

Bobbi sucked to get him wet and hard; she had come prepared with KY for extra moisture. Safe sex be damned, Bobbi wanted her first to be raw, no condom, skin on skin, as it should be. Bill pushed Bobbi forward over the arm of a sofa as he lifted her dress and lubed intended parts, his cock and her asshole; Bobbi spread legs wide. She was ready, she admitted absolutely no vulnerability. Cockhead fit crinkled target and pushed; Bobbi pushed back. Suddenly Bobbi felt a muscular pop and cock was in - YES - YES -YES - he is in me. 

I am truly woman.

Bobbi leaned forward further and pushing her tushie higher; she felt, and heard, slapping skin. Even better than slapping skin, Bobbi felt thrusting cock rippling deep within her. She felt this ultimate sexing all through her body; inside her bottom to be sure, but also stomach muscles contracting, boobies flying forward and back in time with her lover's hard thrusts. Bobbi felt her orgasm approaching. Bill bellowed as he squirted his cum; Bobbi yelled, she squeezed her intimate muscles griping the exquisite cock harder, tighter. Never let her man go while he was hard inside her. 

Only as Bill softened and pulled away did Bobbi raise her head and look around. Several men stared at her; she had had an audience. The exhibitionist in Bobbi was thrilled. She smiled at the watchers.

The final virginity was finally gone. Bobbi knew well that this could never be a one-time event. Bigger toys would be needed to practice with, to prepare with, thicker toys, longer toys. Bobbi was sure she never wanted to have to say to a man you are too big, I can't take you; you can't have me. Bobbi would still suck man cock but she would never again be a one trick pony.



Opening Up



I am going to tell you my story. It is a story of great love and trust between me and my husband, it is also an attempt to describe the indescribable. I hope I have the ability to accomplish what I am setting out to do . . .

I came again, probably for the forth or fifth time, I'd lost count. Oh, who am I kidding, from the moment he entered me there was no counting, there was nothing, nothing but the feeling of his enormous cock filling me. We always hear that size doesn't matter and, to a certain extent, that is true. From my enlighten perspective though the saying should be, "size doesn't matter . . . unless its really big."

I felt his body twitch, the type of twitch that indicates someone has entered the first stage of sleep. He had cum with me on my last orgasm, lain atop me for a few seconds while we caught our breath, and then rolled off to lay beside me. It always takes me a few minutes to gather myself after fucking him. You see, cumming on a very large, thick cock takes you to places normal orgasms cannot. Don't get me wrong, those are wonderful but until your body has given itself over to that kind of penis you cannot understand.

Now that we were finished, with round one at least, and he lay beside me engulfed in satisfied sleep I begin to take in my surroundings, remembering were I am. I look off to my right to see my husband sitting quietly in the hotel arm chair, nude, totally relaxed except for his fully erect cock, feet up on the ottoman.

He looks directly into my eyes with a a slight but very satisfied smile, the look that I know is an expression of love, respect, and admiration. God, I love that man! During these moments, the time immediately after my lover has taken me beyond the point where I have any semblance of control over my body, I can't help but search his face for signs of hurt or jealousy. As always, there are none. I return his gaze, smile back at him, and close my eyes.

In a minute or two he will come and enter me himself. My pussy, super stimulated from the stretching and pounding it just took; his cock, on a hair's trigger from watching me for the last hour or so, we will both be cumming in seconds. It is incredible!!! For the next few minutes though he knows I am too sensitive to be touched so he lets me recover and I lay limp, eyes closed.

"Oh my goodness," I think to myself, amused as I often do in these afterglow moments, "how did we get here?" I had never been "that" type of girl growing up, never been promiscuous, and certainly never ever though of having sex with another man once I was married. So, how did I come to be here in this situation, a situation i had fought against? Eyes closed, mind and body content, my thoughts wandered back . . .

From the very first time I had sex with my husband I knew I would always be sexually satisfied by this man. He, from that very first time until this very moment, made it his job to find every sexually stimulating point on my body and constantly explored new ways to exploit them for my pleasure. I am constantly amazed that after twenty plus years of marriage that he can still make me squirm and cum in new ways. Fuck, I am a lucky woman!

Some years ago he started experimenting to see how many of his fingers he could put inside me while working my clit with his oh so talented tongue. For years, he had been using one or two fingers on my G-spot while licking me to give me earth shattering head. Then one night he added a finger, index through ring if I remember correctly. I responded to the added girth immediately, not letting him work my G-spot but surprising both of us and grinding down to his third knuckle, fucking his hand. I came hard! Like a blood hound on the scent, my husband was all over this newly discovered sexual stimulus.

Those three fingers started to make more frequent appearances inside me, I did not complain. Eventually, the pinky joined its' mates. As I lay panting from an earth shattering orgasm, barely able to pick my head up to look at him asked, "how many fingers did you have in me?" He just smiled, held up the four fingers on his left hand and encircled them at the third knuckle with the thumb and forefinger, "fuck!!!" I exclaimed as I flopped breathlessly back down to the pillow.

Some weeks or months later I was elected by my girlfriends to pick up some adult gag gifts for a friend's bachelorette party. Not wanting to go to the adult store alone, I enlisted my husband to accompany me. As I gathered the items on my list he wandered off to "browse."

My basket full of naughty toys I made my way over to him. As I approached he glanced in my direction and gesturing with a nod of his head toward the display in front of him and says, "what do you think?" Looking in the direction of his nod I am confronted with an assortment of large thick dildos. My stomach flutters and all I can do is look back at him and mumble, "Yes." He smiles nods and replies, "which one?" A little nervously I tell him to chose. He makes a show of browsing a bit more but I know he has already made up his mind. He reaches out to grab not the biggest model but darn close to it. "Oh my!" I exclaim as I read the packaging, 8 inches long and 6.5' in circumference, "that will never fit!" With the same smile, "trust me," he says and turns away toward the register. Numbly, I follow and notice a warm and slick sensation building down below.

Our kids were staying with his parents for the weekend so we planned to make a night of it and head out to dinner after shopping. Throughout dinner i was very distracted thinking about my new toy waiting in the car. He knew it too occasionally smirking at me with that I know what you are thinking you naughty girl look. I couldn't wait to get home yet was slightly nervous due to the size of that thing.

Dinner complete and the sexual tension running high we make our way home groping each other in the car. No sooner are we through the door than he has me up against the wall and we are all over each other. A few minutes of this and he abruptly pulls away instructing me to get ready and into bed. I do what I need to do while he cleans our new toy for its maiden voyage. No more than five minutes later I am on my back, knees up, legs spread wide as my husband uses fingers and tongue to prep my tight cunt. I hear the tube of lube being opened then feel the cool slipperiness of the well lubed monster cock head touch my lips. He leans forward, resumes licking my swollen clit, and begins to apply slight pressure to the toy.

The considerable head of this thing makes it just inside my hole and stops dead as the shaft meets the resistance of my tightness. At this point, I feel wonderful. The licking, the fullness, god I could have cum right then. He slowly moves the head in and out, I breath deeply trying to relax my muscles. So on the edge of cumming he starts to apply more steady pressure patiently sliding it inside me. I cannot believe or convey the feeling at this point, calling it either pleasure or pain would be such an understatement.

Slowly his tongue swirls, slowly I am being split apart. I can do nothing, I have no control over my body. My entire world exists in the few square inches between my legs. After a few minutes or a few hours, I really could not tell you, the forward motion ceases and ever so slightly the glorious thickness inside begins to rock back and forth. I am beginning to be fucked. The in & out motion increases with the cadence of the amazing tongue on my clit. I begin to feel the first spasms of orgasm. Usually, to an extent, I can control this, now, I had no control whatsoever. The orgasm was being ripped from my body. Not only was it being ripped from my body but it was coming from places deeper that any orgasms has ever come from. Honestly, I think my scalp came.

After slowly withdrawing the dildo from my quivering, limp body my husband mounted me and ever so gently fucked my tender, sensitive pussy to several more orgasms. I was in heaven.

The next day driving to pick up the kids we talked about our new experience, reliving some of the details. After a short pause in the conversation, my husband asks, "so what do you think about finding a guy with a large cock to fuck you?" I couldn't believe my ears, I was instantly so angry with him. I can't tell you verbatim what I said but it had a lot to do with what type of person do you think I am, I am not a slut, we are married, the only person I am ever going to fuck is you and on and on. I really don't think he knew what hit him. He apologized immediately, I got over it (not so immediately).

We continue our normal lives, having great sex, using the large toy occasionally. Then something happened that I didn't expect. While I didn't crave the big toy all the time the fantasy of using it started to appear more and more frequently when i would masturbate. And then one time the truly unexpected happened. While masturbating and fantasizing about being spread open by the large toy I suddenly found myself wrapped around a man (not my husband) being pounded by his huge penis. I lay there, after, thinking, "what is happening to me?"

Although I didn't intend it, the man with the huge cock started to make regular appearances in my fantasies, even showing up when my husband used the toy on me. Of course in the fantasy "he" would be on top of me mounting me missionary, I realized I wanted that feeling, a man's weight, his hips pushing my legs wide, his breath in my ear and tongue in my mouth. I didn't mention this to my husband as I didn't want to reopen the "finding a guy with a big cock" conversation. What I did do though was to research online and buy a harness the toy could be slipped into and he would then wear.

A few days later the package arrived. I opened it, tested it to make sure the toy fit, seeing that it did tucked it away for the date night we had planned a few nights later.

I'll skip all the date night nitty gritty and foreplay of our love making and get right down to the important stuff here.

After dinner out we proceeded directly to the bed. We kissed and undressed each other, just as he was on his way down, I stopped him and told him I had a little surprise. I had him close his eyes, reached under bed, held the contraption up in front of him and let him open his eyes. After a few seconds (very few) of him figuring out what all the straps and all were, his face lit up into a great surprised smile. I smiled back, held it out to him and said, "put it on." He nearly jumped off the bed, was securely strapped in and was inching his way back down to my pussy in under a minute.

I had mentioned earlier, until now we had only been using the large toy manually while he gave me head. So, the experience as a whole wasn't really like getting fucked. The use of the harness took care of that. Oh god, being able to spread my legs, kiss him, grab his ass, guide that huge piece of meat into me, control him while I stretched around it, and silently give him the go ahead when I was ready to take it was (almost) the real deal. The fucking I got that night, the absolute knee weakening, full body orgasms were never to be forgotten. After being fucked practically insensible for I don't know how long my brain surfaced long enough to realize I was being spoken to. I opened my eyes to realize it was my husband, until then I had been totally lost in my "mystery man" fantasy. He was smiling at me, asking if I was enjoying myself. I think I somehow replied that I was and noticed that I was being turned over and being told to get on my hands and knees. I told him that there was no way I could take any more to which I received a, "we'll see."

At this point, there was definitely not enough energy in me to resist, nor did I really want to. As I assumed the request position I found I only wanted more cock, big cock. My body and mind existed solely to be fucked, cum and be fucked again. I had turned into a entirely carnal being. Until that moment, I don't think I knew what the word wanton meant. In that moment, I realized that if there were other men in the room, I would have taken them all, I would have loved it and it would have been right.

Now, I love to be fucked doggie style, however, I have never cum in that position. That was about to change.

If I thought I was transformed prior to the doggie fucking I received, I was very mistaken. As soon as I was mounted from behind, feeling that length and girth take me, pound me, control me, I completely lost any semblance of control I had left. I knew I was talking, yelling, screaming, urging him on but I, until this day, could not tell you what I said other than what was relayed to me later.

Not a woman to be much of a "talker"during sex apparently I was quite the dirty little, cock craving bitch that night. I won't/can't relay verbatim what I said but it was all centered around huge cock, how much I loved it, needed, wanted it to fill me and him to make me (and I quote) his "big cock slut."

I wish we had recorded that session so i could have heard myself saying these things. For the longest time I thought he was making it up. But, as I found out in repeat episodes, with and without toys, I do turn into a different person capable of everything he told me I did and said.

Apparently, in my lust, I made it very clear that I in fact did want and need a "real" huge cock. For months we danced around that subject, feeling it out, setting ground rules etc. As these should be unique to each couple I will not relay those that we established. Suffice it to say that each person we have chosen has been extremely well vetted based on many criteria.

At the time of this writing, we have had a total of four different partners all have worked out well. Two in particular work very well for me. These we have stuck with. We (always we) see them both a few times each year. I cannot begin to tell you how sexually satisfied I and my husband are.

For the women reading this who are fortunate enough to be in a secure, loving relationship with a man or husband that wants to see you fuck a big cock I cannot urge you enough to try it at least a few times. I say a few as it can be difficult to find satisfying playmates right out of the gate.

Knowing what I know now I can't believe that I resisted this for so long. The pleasure it gives both of us is beyond compare. Each time we do this our relationship grows stronger and, if possible, we love each other more. Once you accept the fact that this type of play does not make you a bad person or a "slut" I promise you that you too will wonder why you ever hesitated. 



Opening Up in the Night



William and Casey. The two an amazing fit. A fantastic couple. Quite simply a fantastic match. Complimentary and similar all at once. With few points of friction or contention. Both full of feelings of attraction for the other on all levels. They had been going out for 18 months and were deeply committed to their love. Emotionally and rationally, they had seen all the angles of their futures and knew that it worked.

And one day a text came to Casey. From an ex, Evan, the man she had been with in an undefined way until William had entered her life unexpectedly, approaching her at a concert. She had never mentioned this change in her situation to Evan, preferring instead to leave the possibility forever present. But she had been hurt and confused when, despite this possibility still existing, he had failed to act. He had simply dropped out of contact for over a year. Until the text.

From it, she learned that Evan had just moved to her city for work, and that he wanted to see her. 

And so she went out with him at night, a night when William was coming to visit (he lived and worked in another city, a bit under two hours commute all things told. Casey had plans to move in with him, but she was currently putting the finishing touches on a university degree where she was). 

Together Casey and Evan walked and talked for hours, and she lost herself in being near him again, and lost all traces of time, and told her boyfriend she would be "right there" as she left him, waiting in the park near her place because he had no key to get in, on a crisp autumn night, for hours.

But William and Casey had good open lines of communication and she apologized and he understood and said that he should have waited and come to visit later in the evening and all was well and balanced and calm again between them.

Casey, in passing, even on that first night, did mention her boyfriend to Evan, in response to a question he asked about who it was that had been texting her.

Just days later, Evan was in contact again, and they met. On the third or fourth time of "hanging out" they went for drinks together and he began to get more and more "comfortable". He admitted that he'd been dating another girl but said that, "She was a bitch," and left it at that. 

The next time they saw each other it got late while they watched movies at his place, his arm around her shoulder but the sides of their bodies with a noticeable space between them. She decided to sleep over, going to the bathroom and brushing her teeth and taking her bra off, but keeping her shirt and pants and socks. Casey looked in the mirror while there and inspected her beautiful milk white skin, her well shaped dark eyebrows and under them the deep brown eyes, her long brown hair with the side of her head shaved and an under-layer of hair in the back dyed in a rainbow of colours that had taken five hours to work out at the salon. She was 5'7" with phenomenal curves, a tight ass, strong toned thighs and calves, and a set of E-cups that were hard to miss. As she looked at herself there she imaged William hugging her from behind and kissing the back of her neck.

She climbed into bed with Evan and asked him to pet her head. He complied wonderfully, although he still wasn't as good at this kind of intimate touch as her boyfriend.

"So... William doesn't know that you're here I guess?"

The words entered the bed like a light buzz of a washing machine suddenly whirring on in the next room.

"Oh he knows."

"Wait, so he knows and what, he doesn't care?"

"Well yeah."

"Wow. So are you just allowed to do whatever you want then?"

"Yeah definitely. He trusts me and I don't have any restrictions put on me as long as I tell him about everything."

"Even sex?"

"Well... I have my own restrictions. That I put on myself."

Silently Evan's hand continued to play in Casey's hair and sleep came.

As several more weeks past Casey felt better and better. On the week nights when William was away from her working in another city she would visit Evan, once or twice a week, and find herself feeling more and more comfortable with their new roles as just friends. 

She observed that any initial traces of confusion or awkwardness had melted nicely from both of them. They joked and laugh and got drunk and played card games. She also received the touch and warmth that she craved. And she was excited. Yes, excited but not to the point of becoming irrational or losing track of her priorities. She told William the truth: that she didn't really want to do anything with Evan, and hadn't even had the idea as an abstract fantasy.

And William, for his part, was supportive and calm, happy for her and that she was happy and excited. And he told her again that she was free to do whatever she felt good about doing, just as long as she would be OK with him doing the same things.

On a cold night in early March, Casey and Evan were at a bar together, listening to a live jazz performance that was very much local low-key but not at all bad. The place was a sweat box that felt like you could just about stretch your arms out and touch both walls at once. A big guy came up and started trying to chat with Casey while she was at the bar ordering a drink. He asked if she was with Evan. She didn't feel like explaining, so flashed a smile and left things undefined. As they put their coats on to leave the big guy patted Evan's shoulder and said, "Good taste man."

The air was delicious on their short tipsy walk back to Evan's place. They fell on the bed soon after entering and, as they often liked to do, Evan became the big spoon. He always pet Casey over top of her clothes, but this time his hand found its way just under the bottom of her t-shirt, resting there on the bare skin of her belly. 

Casey did not resist, but rather was filled with an instant comfort and tingle at the attention she was getting. 

Evan shifted in the bed and came in closer, finally closing the endless space that was always left there between most of their bodies. Casey was pretty sure that she could feel his firm dick, pressing up against her. 

After resting for a long delicious moment his hand made an incredible slow and deliberate trek up her belly, stretching out and reassuring her with the care implicit in his light and confident contact. The fingers slipped underneath her giant breast, and then came up above, to rest on it. Casey lay still and felt her breath become shallow. Her heart starting to beat harder than it had in a long time. She tried to breathe deeply and the feeling of exhilarating pleasure extended to her shoulders and filled her head up. She began to float.

Evan's hand continued its journey, just as slowly, perhaps even more slowly, savouring ever bit of skin it would touch until it reached its ultimate destination. He carefully slid the tips of rough worker's fingers down into her tights, and down the panties Casey wore under her tights. His strong hand was now resting fully on her tingling pussy at last.

He moved below her on the bed and rolled up onto his knees to face her, and she rolled over onto her back to face him. Evan lifted Casey's legs into the air and, still without a word, pulled her tights and panties all the way off. 

Casey lay there on the bed with her tingling thrilled pussy bare and exposed in the dim light that came in through Evan's window. She felt vulnerable and full of desire. She was so turned on by everything that her body wriggled and her hips ground the bed very subtly, driving her perfect ass down into the sheets. She gasped involuntarily as Evan's hand returned to her newly exposed vagina and began to expertly caress it. Her boyfriend was very good at this, but when it came to playing with and eating her pussy, she had never experienced anyone who could compare to Evan. 

She inspected him with new eyes and fully admitted it, he was just a specimen. Her ideal of a beautiful man. She thought William was very handsome, and she loved his body too. But Evan was the most handsome man she'd known, with a lean muscular body built from BMX biking, drumming in a hard-rock band, and a careful vegan diet. He had thick long dreadlocks that had grown in the time Casey hadn't been able to admire them, and were now down to his ass.

Casey threw her t-shirt to the floor and was left naked as Evan held her leg in the air by the ankle, kissing the calf, the inner thigh, all the while slowly caressing and playing with her pussy with his other hand, making it wet and full of lust. She had never slept with a man who could make her cum as often in succession as this beautiful man could. And as his face got closer and closer to where she wanted it, she finally knew that this had to happen. It was too much of an experience to resist it.

Casey reached down and pulled Evan's teasing mouth into her sweet moist slit, grabbing a handful of dreads and beginning to pump her hips more to make his tongue glide over her lips. She pushed harder forward and at the same time pulled his head in harder, making him bury his face in her soppy pussy. His tongue entered her tight hole, fucking it expertly. It was unbearably sweet and she arched her back as hard as she ever had and came and came, shouting and still gripping his head and pumping her pussy against his fabulous movements.

He took his shirt of and then his cock was out, firm and inviting although not as big as her boyfriends'. When they had been sleeping together before, Casey had been shyer and there were things they had never done. But William had helped her to feel better about herself, more confident and more adventuresome. She reached out and wrapped her hand around Evan's throbbing dick, and then sat up so that she could suck him for the first time, while he knelt on the bed in front of her.

Her tongue worked its way around Evan's stiff head in slow swirls and then she lowered her mouth onto the dick, taking it down. Evan moaned loudly and reached forward to squeeze a large pale nipple between thumb and forefinger. Casey sucked his cock slowly and even managed to look into his eyes while she did, and become even more aroused by the beautiful naked man in front of her and with what she was doing to his hard dick.

She squeezed his balls hard in one hand and stroked his shaft with the other, all the while her warm open mouth inviting him in over and over. As she sucked him her desire grew and grew. Finally she couldn't handle more and took the cock out of her mouth. 

"I need you to fuck me." 

She fell onto her back, naked and delightfully turned-on and aching for him, and he lifted her legs swiftly over his shoulders and plunged his wet hard cock into her wet tight cunt, burying it there until it could go no further and his balls slapped against her body.

Evan fucked Casey's glistening wet pussy with firm strokes and she remembered thinking that he had gotten better in the time since they'd last done this. He seemed to have found new rhythms and knowledge of how to hit the right spots inside her. She reached out to both sides digging her hands into the sheets and holding on for dear life. He fucked her fervently and with no sign of letting up, and she groaned and screamed with agonizing excitement. 

Soon Casey shuddered hard and came. Her movements and responsiveness to his thrusts, the milky thighs, the beautiful brown eyes, and the huge soft breasts bouncing frantically in front of him were all finally too much for Evan. He pulled his throbbing cock out of her sweet wet pussy and stroked the cum out of it, dumping a massive load onto Casey's thighs and pussy, which she rubbed into her skin, moaning and telling him how much she loved watching him cum. This was something else she had never said before, another change she had slowly worked toward and made true during the nearly two years they hadn't been together.

A few months later she graduated and moved in with William. When she told him, the next time she'd seen him because she wanted it to be in person, he had smiled at her and said, "Well I guess I'm gonna get to fuck another girl then." She never slept with Evan again, but was always glad that she had just one more time.



Opening Up Jaime



I had been working in an office suite, sharing space with a group of other professionals. We shared a copy machine, fax, etc., in addition to the office space. We also had one receptionist who answered the phones for all of the various businesses within our suite. Our longtime receptionist left us to take a better paying job, and the next day the leaseholder of the office space hired a 20 year old college student to answer the phones. 

"Jaime" was tall (about 5' 10"), with long lovely legs, and an angelic face framed by golden blonde hair. She was the quintessential "California girl". Being only in my late 20's, I was the youngest "boss" in the office, so Jaime felt most comfortable talking to me about issues in the office. Our business discussions soon turned to chats about a wide variety of subjects, and before I knew it, Jaime was confiding her secrets with me.

It was more like a brother-sister relationship with Jaime confiding in me about her boyfriend and the issues they had. One of the biggest issues was the fact that Jaime was a virgin and her boyfriend was pressuring her to have sex. Jaime confided to me that although she wanted to have sex, her boyfriend was making such a big deal about it that she was beginning to stress about being "good" at sex. She didn't want to disappoint her boyfriend for fear that he would leave her for another guy. 

I tried to console her by telling her that she shouldn't stress because it would come naturally to her, and that if her boyfriend dumped her then he wasn't worth dating to begin with. My counseling did almost no good at all as Jaime became more and more stressed about having sex with her boyfriend. 

This went on for about 3 months and eventually, Jaime's boyfriend dumped her. She was despondent about it, and would come into my office on every one of her breaks to talk to me about her (now) ex-boyfriend. He had dumped her the week after her 21st birthday, according to Jaime, because she wouldn't have sex with him on her birthday. She told me that she really wanted to have sex with him, but was so scared that she wouldn't be any good. 

It was now summer time, and one of my favorite bars was located on the river in our city. I would go down there on weekends for a few beers and to check out all the honeys water-skiing on the river. One Saturday afternoon I was hanging out with my buddies on the deck of the bar when in walked Jaime with a couple of her girlfriends. I thought she would avoid me because she didn't want her friends to see her talking to her "boss", so I was surprised when she waved to me and motioned for me to come over to her table.

Jaime introduced me to her friends and we made small talk for a couple of minutes. As I walked away to rejoin my buddies, I tracked down the girls' waitress and paid for their next round of drinks. I continued hanging out with my friends, but every once in a while I would hear laughter from Jaime's table and whenever I turned to look, they would huddle together conspiratorially and glance at me out of the corners of their eyes. 

It was close to 7:30 and the sun was going down. I was standing at the railing of the deck watching the sunset when I noticed someone standing next to me. It was Jaime; she was standing right next to me staring at the sunset as well. I could tell by the way she was swaying that she had more drinks than she was used to, and from the way her voice slurred I could tell she didn't need any more. I put my arm around her shoulder to steady her, and she slipped an arm around my waist. As we stood there watching the sunset and chatting she was stroking my waist with her hand and resting her head on my shoulder.

After a minute or two of this, I asked Jaime where her friends were, and she told me that they had left. She said she told them she would get a ride home with me. I didn't think much of it at the time because I knew Jaime still lived with her parents and I knew that in general we only lived a few miles apart. 

I told Jaime I thought it was time she got home, and that I was heading home myself. I said good-bye to my buddies and began walking with Jaime toward the parking lot. She was giggling about every little thing and had such a smile on her face; she looked beautiful. We got in my SUV and I headed in the direction of the area where I thought Jaime lived. The whole drive we were chatting just as we did in the office, and I was thinking about what I was going to make for dinner that night. 

When I got close to the area where Jaime lived I asked her for directions on how to get to her house. Jaime refused, and said that she wanted to see my house. I knew how stubborn she could be sometimes, and in conjunction with the alcohol she drank, I figured it would be just a quick detour. I made her promise me that after I showed her my house she would let me drive her home, and she agreed.

I pulled into my garage and let Jaime into my house through the kitchen. She sprang past me and practically ran around my house looking into all the rooms before returning to the living room and plopping down onto the couch. 

"You have a really cool house", she said, "but it needs a woman's touch". 

"I know", I agreed, "but there's no woman in my life right now, so that will have to wait".  

"Do you have anything to drink?" she asked, and I told her that I had some bottled water or diet soda. 

"Water will be fine" she said, and I walked to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle for each of us. 

When I returned, Jaime was reclining on the couch and I was pretty certain she had undone a button or two on her blouse, but I couldn't be certain. I handed her a bottle of water and sat down on the other end of the couch. 

We chatted for a minute or two, and then Jaime said "can I ask you a favor?" 

"Sure" I said, thinking she might want some more advice, or at most to borrow a few bucks as a struggling college student. 

"Will you teach me how to have sex?" 

I couldn't believe those words came out of her mouth. I think my jaw must have dropped to the floor as I struggled to comprehend what she had just said. I came up with a list of half-hearted excuses to demur to her request, all the while hoping to actually make love to this beautiful creature. 

She scooted close to me on the couch, and leaned in and whispered in my ear "please, do make me beg for it. I'm not leaving until we do it". 

My head was spinning, I couldn't think of any more excuses, so I just let my hormones take over and I leaned toward her and kissed her luscious lips. Her lips were so soft, and her skin so smooth, I felt as if I might swoon myself. Although she hadn't had intercourse yet, it was clear that she'd spent a lot of time kissing. 

She was a tremendous kisser. Her tongue would lightly flick in and out of my open mouth, and her lips were amazingly moist. She pawed at my chest, trying to undo the buttons on my shirt as we sat facing each other on the couch, our lips locked together. My head began to clear, and I knew I was already past the point of no return, so if I were going to do this, I was going to do it right.

I stood up, took Jaime by the hand and lead her to my bedroom. I sat her down on the bed and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. I stepped away, and turned on the stereo in my room so that the soft sound of jazz music filled the air. I lit a few candles that I had strategically positioned around the room, and then returned to the bed. I unbuttoned the remaining few buttons of Jaime's blouse and helped her out of it before turning my attention back to her soft skin. 

I kissed her neck and her shoulders as I stroked her legs below her denim skirt. Jaime was wearing a sheer black bra that barely concealed her tiny breasts. Although her cup size couldn't have been more than an A, she had beautiful breasts. She had small pink areolas with large protruding nipples. 

Her bra snapped in the front, and I quickly removed it and traced my tongue from her neck, down across her collarbone to her sternum, and then down her sternum to her breasts. I gently squeezed one nipple between my thumb and forefinger while I encircled the other with my lips, lightly flicking the tip of it with my tongue. This drew a gasp from Jaime and she leaned her head back and pulled my head hard against her chest.

I continued to kiss my way down her body as I laid her back on the bed. I slid her skirt off, revealing a pair of sheer black thong underwear. I could see through the panties that Jaime's bush was neatly trimmed and that she was already getting wet. I took the string of her panties at the hip between my teeth, and pulled her panties off, so that she was lying before me, completely naked on my bed. 

I stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, trying to commit that picture of beauty to my memory. Jaime was beginning to feel self-conscious as she covered her breasts with one hand under the power of my stare. I moved onto the bed and began kissing my way up her long, lovely legs. I paid particular attention to the backs of her knees and to her inner thighs before moving further between her legs. 

"Have you ever let a boy lick your pussy before?" I asked. 

She just shook her head no as I blew warm air across her slit. 

"It's important that you let me know what you like and what you don't like", I said, "as I have learned that not every woman responds the same way to oral stimulation."

"Okay" she gasped as I brushed my face close to her wetness. 

I slowly licked up and down her outer lips to begin, before letting my tongue a little deeper into her love canal. Although she wasn't speaking, I could tell Jaime was enjoying the sensations as her breathing became shallow and her hips would jerk and twitch in response to my touch. She was very wet and I slid one finger into her sopping pussy and as I did, Jaime tensed for just a moment before relaxing again as she became accustomed to the feeling of something inside of her snatch. 

With my other hand I pulled back the hood from her clit and began softly licking at it, which drew an immediate reaction from Jaime. It looked as if she had been poked with an electric cattle prod as she bounced her hips up off the bed. I was taken aback and asked her if she were okay. 

"Mm-hmm" she muttered…"don't stop now" she panted, and I went back to work on her clit. 

Each time I licked her clit she jerked her hips upward in a reflexive manner. When I sucked her clit between my lips, I had to remove my finger from her pussy to help hold down her hips as she began bucking wildly. 

I continued sucking on her clit and flicking it with the tip of my tongue as Jaime exhaled "yes, yes, yes" rhythmically to my tongue-lashings. 

Jaime began to make a guttural sound deep in her throat and her body tensed, her hands digging into the mattress and her heels pounding, as she came in a gush all over my mouth and into my goatee. She was breathing hard as I kissed my way up her body and lay myself next to her while she caught her breath.

"That was fantastic!" she exclaimed between gasps for air. 

"That's only the beginning", I explained. "Now it's your turn to learn to please a man". "Have you ever given a blowjob?" I asked. 

"Not really" was her reply. 

"What do you mean, 'not really'"?, was my puzzled response.  "Well, there was this one time that I tried to, but I didn't go through with it I don't think. Jim took his pants down and was pushing my head toward his 'thing', and my lips brushed against the top of it and I may have licked it once, but I didn't put it in my mouth" was the story she told. 

"It's time you learned to take it in your mouth" I said. 

I directed Jaime to move down the bed and between my legs. "Now start by licking my balls" I said. 

Without hesitation she went right to work. She had a great tongue, and my already hard cock was bobbing with the beat of my heart. 

"Lick up and down the shaft" I commanded, "hold my balls gently in one hand while you lick my dick". Jaime was now licking my cock as she softly squeezed my balls. 

"Take the tip of my dick into your mouth as if it were a lollypop, and with your other hand slowly stroke up and down the shaft" I explained. 

She did everything I asked without skipping a beat. "As you slide your hand down the shaft, move my cock deeper into your mouth, but be careful not to scrape your teeth on my dick. Keep up the saliva, and move your tongue around my dick as you move your head up and down". 

Before I knew it, Jaime was sucking my cock like an old pro. I brushed her hair away from her face so I could see her eyes as she sucked my dick, and it looked as if she had the biggest smile on her face as she sucked and stroked my dick to its full proportion. I could feel my balls tightening, but I didn't want to cum in her mouth…just yet.

"Okay, turn your body this way, so that your ass is by my head. You've heard of '69', haven't you" I asked. 

"Mmm-hmm" was her only response. 

"Once we're in position, go back to what you were doing before, but this time just with your mouth". 

She hiked one leg over my chest and squatted down so that her nice round ass cheeks were resting above my forehead and her dripping cunt was just above my nose. I arched my neck a little and began lapping at her pussy as she plunged my cock back into her mouth. She was wiggling her hips as I licked and sucked on her lips and flicked my tongue across her clit, getting her pussy nice and juicy wet. She was getting so good at sucking cock that without even using her hands I could feel my orgasm building, so I lifted her up off of me and laid her down next to me on the bed. 

"Why did you stop? It was feeling sooo good" Jaime exclaimed. 

I explained to her that it was now time for the "main event". I told her that it might hurt at first, but that she would be in a position to control the tempo.

I laid on my back, and directed her to get on top of me so that she could lower herself onto my shaft as slowly as she liked, using gravity to help ease the plunge. I held my cock erect and she had its tip brushing against her lips when she suddenly stopped. I could tell that she was nervous, so I placed my hands on her ass and told her I would help hold her and that we'd go very slowly. 

She just shook her head once, took a deep breath and lowered herself ever so slowly letting my mushroom head spread her open one centimeter at a time. She was biting her lip as she allowed my cock inside of her and was tensing her muscles making matters somewhat worse. I told her to relax and breath and it would be easier. 

She said "okay" and let out a deep breath and let the whole head of my cock slide inside. 

She let out a little gasp and held her position as she became accustomed to the feeling for a moment or two, and then began to lower herself more quickly until she was fully impaled on my shaft. Once she had reached bottom, she leaned forward with her face next to mine breathing heavily in my ear. 

"It's okay, just rest, get used to the feeling" I told her. 

After a minute or two I began to move my hips slowly in a circular motion, which ground her clit against my pubis. Jaime began moaning softly and began moving her hips in rhythm with mine. She started sliding back and forth on my cock as she leaned over my chest, allowing me to suck on her erect nipples as she ground her clit against me, building her toward another orgasm. 

I could hear her breathing coming in ragged gasps, as I clasped her ass cheeks in my hands and drove her back and forth on my rod faster and faster. She was moaning and making those guttural noises again, signaling to me that she was about to have another orgasm. She rocked back and forth two more times, and her body tensed and she let out a scream as she came all over my cock, then collapsed upon my chest, breathing heavily as her body continued to shake in the aftermath of her orgasm. 

"I've never felt anything like that before" was all she could say as she tried to regain her senses.

"I can still feel you inside of me" she said after a minute or two. 

"Yes, we're not quite through yet; you must give as much as you receive" I told her. 

She surprised me again by asking "will you do me doggie style? I've heard people talk about it, and I want to try it. If it's okay with you" she said. 

Believe me, it was more than "okay" with me. She rolled off of me, and I bent her forward and positioned myself between her lovely ass cheeks. Her pussy was still wet, so I slipped my cock in without much difficulty. I used long slow strokes at first, but my patience was running thin, and my arousal was growing with each stroke. Without any direction from me, Jaime began moving her hips to meet my thrusts. 

She looked back over her shoulder and said "this is just like dancing, right?" 

All I could do at that point was to grunt "uh-huh" as I began to pound her pussy faster and faster. My hands were on her hips allowing me to drive deeper and deeper into her pussy as Jaime began to moan with each thrust I made into her formerly virgin snatch. I could feel her muscles tightening again and knew she was about to cum for the third time, and this just sent me over the edge, and I busted my nut in her sweet, tight pussy just as she came again, our juices mixing together and eventually dribbling out of her little hole.

We lay together for a while, trying to catch our breath, before Jaime broke the silence. "That was fun! I don't know why I was so nervous. It really did seem to come naturally" she said. 

I agreed, but said there was a lot more that she could learn. She rolled over and kissed me on the lips and asked if I was still willing to be her teacher. 

"Of course, any time you'd like" I said. 

"Well then, how 'bout right now" she said with a wink as she reached for my cock.

Lesson No. 2 to follow shortly, if you all like this one…