0 comments/ 147624 views/ 5 favorites First Week By: JenniferSobe The first week in our house ended very well. Let me tell you how. I'm just a regular, plain looking person in my early twenties. You would never notice me in a crowd; I usually just blend in. You won't see me wearing risqué clothing or the latest fashions. And you won't see me in bikini bathing suits or even hanging out at pool parties. But I do have a sexual side. A few years ago we moved into a house on a pretty major street here in town. The house almost sits on the street itself. It's actually about ten feet from the first lane. We access our house from the back; that's where we park. The house was built around 1910. The construction is lath and plaster. Closets are very small. Doors are those really thin wood ones. There are three levels: the basement is where we enter from the back; up one set of stairs you get to the kitchen and living areas; then up another flight are the bedrooms. You pass my parents' room first on the right, then you come to the bathroom on the left and next to it is the door to my room. My room is small but it's very comfortable. My closet is small, too, and can't hold many clothes. I wonder what they were thinking of when they made these houses back then. Where in the world did they put their clothes? They certainly weren't nudists. While unpacking that first week I found something that eventually led to an extraordinary experience. I was putting some things on the shelf in the closet and I noticed that the wall above the shelf had not been covered completely to the ceiling; I could see into the wall itself. I didn't think much of it at first but I did want to make a point of mentioning it to my father so he could close it off. That night as I lay in bed I was gazing at that area through the open closet doorway. I was thinking about how these old houses were made. How different they were than the ones made today. I noticed a light was on somewhere and was shining through that open part of the wall and into my closet. It wasn't very bright at all, but quite dim. After a while I realized that the light was not steady either - it was moving... flickering like a candle does. Sometimes I'm very slow at seeing what may be right in front of me, but after watching the light do its little dance for a while it dawned on me that it must be coming from my parents' room. I got out of bed, got a chair and, standing on my toes, I could see into their room. The other side of that wall was their closet, and their closet door was open and I could see them on their bed. They were "at it" sort of, but it wasn't all that hot; they were just embracing with my mother on top of my dad. I stood there watching for I have no idea how long. I don't know if it was one minute or thirty. I had never seen them like that before but I have certainly seen them a lot since then. After a while my mother slipped to the side, blew out the candles, and they drifted off to sleep. I could still barely see them laying there because of the little light left from the street. They looked nice. I got back in bed and thought about a lot of things. I remember very distinctly taking on a love for candles. And I remember deciding to spy on them as much as I could. I hadn't seen very much that time, but what I did see made me want more. That was a Friday night. The next afternoon I came home with a candle as a gift for my mother. "Jennifer, thank you. What's the occasion?". "I was just thinking of you." And that night I was back on my chair looking through the wall. But I saw nothing because, although I think they were at it, their closet door was closed. Sunday night was different, though. Sunday night their closet door was open again, candles were lit and I had my first sex lesson. Let me say that I was pretty naïve up until then. When I began looking this time they evidently had just started messing around. They still had their night clothes on. My father wears a night shirt that comes to his knees and my mother usually wears some skimpy kind of shirt and a pair of panties. I came to find out that she usually wears lace panties to bed because they turn my dad on. So she wears one pair by day and after bathing puts on another pair for the night. But that pair usually doesn't last long; give it a half hour and they're usually on the floor. My parents are very horny people. What I saw that night turned out to be fairly standard "action" if you will. I guess they have gotten to the point of liking their sex a certain way and they have favorite things they like to do, so most nights were like this one. Let me just tell you quickly what they "usually" do because that's not really the major thrust of this story anyway. As it turns out, my dad loves to watch my mother masturbate. And then he masturbates while she watches him. They both love it. And I love to watch it. Before that night I had never masturbated. I know it sounds strange, but I was never much into sex. The most I had done was enjoy playing with my nipples while in the shower. That night was different, though. As I watched my mother masturbate I became fascinated. I wanted to do that so bad that I almost couldn't wait for them to stop. I wanted to go try it myself but I didn't want to miss anything. They finally finished. I got down, got into bed, and started masturbating like I had just seen my mother do. It felt good... VERY good. But it didn't feel like I thought it felt for my mother. It seemed that she had enjoyed it far more than I was. Maybe the way she was doing it was different than what I thought I saw. But I kept at it. I wet my fingers and that helped. I closed my eyes trying to see her in my head and then do it just the way she was doing it. But then both the sound of the door swinging open and my mother's voice came to my ear and I was one girl, definately interrupted. "Jennifer?" That gave me a start. "Yes?" "May I come in?" "Sure." She came over to my bed and sat down on the edge. She was in her robe. She put her hand on my forehead and brushed my hair aside. "I was on my way to the bathroom and I heard you." "Oh?" "Yes..." She smiled at me and put her hand across me and onto my shoulder. She stared at me with her smile for just a few seconds and then took my head in both of her hands and leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. (I love it when she does that and she knows that I do.) Then she looked me in the eyes and gave me that smile that has always told me that she loves me and asked me in a whisper "Were you masturbating?" After a pretty long pause I said, "Yes, I was." A really nice thing about my mom is that she has always made sure that I knew she loved me. And no matter what I have ever done she never faltered in that love for me. So I had the benefit of knowing that even if she had not approved of what I did, it would not matter. Times like this were when she would then "teach" me her viewpoint, help me understand it, and then even help me make my own choice. "Do you do it very often?" "This is the first time." "Oh, really?" "Yeah." She looked a bit puzzled and then she looked around the room. Then she looked back at me; then around the room again. After another puzzled look she kissed me once again on the forehead, said "I'll be right back", and she left the room. In just a few minutes she came back in, closed my door, sat down again, kissed me again on the forehead, and said "I think I know what happened." It felt a little awkward. Maybe very awkward. And she asked "Do you feel a little awkward?". I said "Uh, Yeah." "Do you think I know why?" "I think you might." "I probably do. But neither one of us wants to say it in case we're wrong, huh?" "Probably." She said "Well, the chances are good that we're talking about the same thing. Why don't you tell me?" "All right," I said. And then I paused for quite a while before saying, "I was watching you and dad." She kissed me on the forehead and smiled at me, made a small chuckle, and said "That's OK." Well, I was relieved. But then I hadn't feared her being mad about it. "So, are you masturbating because you saw me?" "Yes." "How is it?" "It's fine. But it doesn't feel as good as I expected." I could see her thinking while she was looking at me. Then she rose and said "I'll be right back." She was back again in a couple of minutes. "I told your father we need to spend some time together. And I brought you this," and she handed me a tube of "personal liquid." She said, "You'll like this." I took it and paused for a bit. Then I looked up at her sort of not knowing what she wanted me to do. "Here," she said, and she took it back. "Take off your night shirt." I took it off. My mother took off her robe and she laid down beside me. She had had nothing on underneath her robe and now her body touched mine. I already liked it. She propped herself up on one elbow, told me to relax, put some of the "PL" (as I like to call it) on her fingers and began to rub me very gently. WOW... it really felt nice and I told her so. Then she put some on my own fingers and had me do it. She instructed "Don't go very fast unless you really want to badly. Orgasms will come when they are good and ready. Don't ever force them. Let them come on their own. The most important part of anything sexual is just feeling good while you're doing whatever it is you want." She said all of these things quietly in my ear as I was masturbating. And I was doing it slowly like she said. It was great. As I continued masturbating she said "While you masturbate I am going to do a few things and then I'm going to just stay with you and cuddle with you for as long as you want. If you want me to leave so you can do this by yourself, that's OK with me; I won't mind." And I know she would not have minded... but I did want her to stay with me. This was all very nice. I kept rubbing myself, and my mother rose and kissed me on the forehead again. I opened my eyes and watched her as she did. She watched me masturbate and then kissed me again. Then she said "If I do anything you don't like, you tell me. The object here is for you to feel good, OK?" "All right." She propped herself again on her elbow, and leaned over and kissed me very gently on my mouth. She asked "would you like to kiss some more?" I knew she wasn't asking to just kiss again; she meant did I want to kiss more deeply. I did want to. I nodded my head and said "Oh, yeah." So the next kiss was very passionate. And she massaged my breasts. And I continued to rub myself. This was not the real heaven but it was right next door. Here I was, slowly masturbating for real the very first time, and my mother was kissing me and massaging me. "How are you doing?" she asked. "This is beautiful," I said. She lay down next to me and though she stopped kissing me and massaging me, she kept her arm over me, holding onto my shoulder and she kept her mouth close to my ear as she whispered encouragement to me while I slowly got closer and closer to a fantastic orgasm. I could tell I was getting close. I said "Mother?" "Yes?" "Hold me really tight." I wanted her to press herself into me. I felt this really strong need to have a tremendous hug. She put one leg over in between mine. I touched it as I masturbated; I liked that. She tightened her arm around me and pulled me into her. She buried her head deep into my neck. She kissed me just below my ear. And she whispered, "Jennifer, I'm right here with you." And then I had this orgasm. The first one in my life. I will never, ever, ever forget it. I have no idea how long it lasted. I do know I was humping up and down as I had it, and I remember very well that my mother held onto me tightly and it seemed like she was part of the orgasm itself. WOW! Even after I calmed down we lay there for quite some time. My mother held me all the while. Finally, she asked if there was anything else I would like. "Yes," I said. "I'd like to kiss you again." So we embraced and kissed. And I told her, "Thank you." She rose from the bed, put on her robe, handed me the "PL" from the nightstand and said, "Keep this. And if you ever want me, Jennifer, just let me know. I'm here for you." Then she went out. I lay there for what seemed like a long time thinking about what had happened. I loved it. And it seemed as though my mother was willing to do that again. And that would be very cool. Or hot, I should say. As I drifted off to sleep I was looking forward to the second week in our house. First Week in Town Everyone depicted in a sex scene in this story is at least 18 years of age. * I freely admit that I was on the prowl. New to town, fully immersed in my new job and needing a release from the pent-up pressures making good at it from the start brought on. Sexual release, that is. Accordingly, my attire that night blended with that need. I wore a light cotton sundress that ended about mid-thigh, blue with abstract white patterns, the usual sundries underneath; a bra that pushed my tits up enough to attract the attention of any man within a half-mile radius. But I'm already ahead of myself. With a certain amount of deliberation, I avoided the seedier bars populating the Downtown scene where guys seemed to think buying a lady a beer entitled them to one night's ownership. My economic degree from Princeton assured me that I was somewhat - although not that much -- deserving of better. I found myself in a little French café, more wine bar than eatery, overlooking the Cape Fear River. His name was Johnny. He was at least ten years older than me, but that didn't bother me in the least. The place was packed, with at least two dozen people spilled out onto the boardwalk just off the back entrance to the café itself. We stood hip to hip sipping a decent wine. "Nice dress," he said. It was a safe gambit on his part, innocuous I thought, until he named the store in Manhattan where I'd purchased it. That put him in a slightly different category. Now he had my undivided attention. "That's very perceptive of you, unless of course, you're a male who prefers running around in women's clothing." He laughed, and I liked the sound of it. "No, I assure you that I'm 100 percent male and all my parts work." I thought that an odd thing to say, but after considering what I'd just said to him, reconsidered. I had deserved his remark, and it wasn't at all offensive. His hip applied a discreet pressure to mine. I let it go without comment. He told me his name was Johnny, and I told him mine. I also provided him an opportunity to peek down my dress, but he ignored it and leaned into me, hip on hip so that I was suddenly thrown off balance. Of course he caught me and restored my equilibrium. I had no choice but to thank him. "You're welcome, he said. "I'm more than delighted to assist a lady in distress." "But I'm not in distress," I answered somewhat haughtily. "Oh, but you are," he insisted. "Oh, how so?" I asked, both amused and intrigued by his actions. "I can see that you are in need of a good cum," he said, shattering any façade I had put up between us. "What?" I lashed out. "Come on, you heard me," he said. "I'm not sure I did. Would you mind repeating it?" I said, "It seems to me you need a good cum. Here. Now. In public." I had to fight to keep my knees from buckling. He wanted to make me come in public! I hadn't realized it, but that was precisely what I wanted. After taking a large gulp of wine, I managed to say you're either completely insane, or the most perceptive man I've ever met." "I'm not crazy," he said with a grin. Then with his hand round my waist, he steered us over to a just vacated candlelit booth against the wall on the far side of the café. We ordered a bottle of red, (after finishing off two glasses of a wonderful Riesling) from a passing waiter, and the wine flowed generously as the conversation advanced, well, actually we moved much slower, beginning with the more mundane topics -- how I liked Wilmington having just moved in the week before; had I seen the current play at Thalian Hall, (I hadn't); and a brief discussion on which beach was the best in the area. (I had yet to venture out to any, and I filed Johnny's information upstairs under things to do and soon.) It occurred to me that I was in love with his voice, a strong, vibrant baritone. I learned that he had sung in the church choir as a young man, and played Curly, in a high school rendition of Oklahoma. I was suitably impressed enough to ask that he sing something for me. He stunned me by doing just that. Leaning in close, as he didn't want to cause a scene in the crowded café, he thrilled me with the first few bars of Some Enchanted Evening from South Pacific. I had grown up listening to my father's LP of that soundtrack. He had loved it, and never stopped telling me what a distinct voice Ezio Pinza had. While Johnny wasn't Ezio Pinza, and who is? He sent a shiver up and down my spine, and a tingling sensation to my clit. The guy could really sing! I kicked off my strappy pair of shoes within a minute of sitting down in the booth. Instinctively, I snuck my toes under the bottoms of his trousers and pressed the pads of my feet against the muscles of his leg. I liked the soft cushion of hair that tickled my feet. Once I had initiated contact, he kicked off his own shoes. Sock covered feet stepped along the insides of my calves and my shins, sometimes turning at the knees to touch the shadows of my thigh. I made my eyes sparkle as they looked into his big brown eyes, and the conversation, turned to sex. He asked me for stories about what I had done in public spaces. I had had enough wine to admit to having given my boyfriend head under the table at a Thai restaurant. After further encouragement, I told him about using the toilet at a Manhattan art Gallery for a quickie. What can I say? Impressionistic art turns me on. He asked if I had ever visited a sex club, and was surprised when I answered yes. "I don't mean a strip club," he said, "I mean a real sex club." I told him I knew the difference between a strip club and a sex club. "And you've been to one?" "Manhattan is full of them. I went to one in a cinema on 44th St one wintery night during a snow storm. I sat in the audience watching women from various points in the theatre strip naked and pick on strange men, exposing their cocks and fellating them. Later I learned that it was all pre-determined. But I was too worked up to notice and selected a promising looking partner and fucked him by straddling him as he sat in his seat. I believe we were in the fourth row. I recall we received a rousing hand of applause after we finished, since our performance had been ad-libbed." "Jesus Christ! I had no idea." Johnny said. But I wasn't finished impressing him. I told him about the drive-in movie theatre in Vermont when I was in my Senior Year high school. Not a sex club, per se, but there were five of us in one car, three guys, two girls, and in the adjoining SUV, there were three couples. What we did was jump back and forth from one vehicle to the other, coupling with someone, of either sex and then hopping back to the other car and doing it with a different partner. All in all, I partnered with six different people: four guys and two girls. One of them gave me a flaring case of the clap, which took me a month to get rid of. "You've made me very horny," he said in as husky a voice as I've ever heard in person. I tested him by lifting my foot higher and after locating his erection, rubbed my toes over his erection. "I'm kind of moist myself, Johnny," I said breathing rapidly. "Now, if you'll excuse me for a minute, I'll see about drying off a bit." He gave me a quizzical look and I replied, "I'm wearing this light sundress. Anyone will be able to see how wet I am if I don't take precautions." I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and hurried off. Between Johnny and my stories, my crotch was dripping. When I returned, I set my purse on the table and reached for his hand. I had come back with my underwear wadded in my fist. I let go. We sat there, holding hands, my small ones atop his larger ones, our right hands cupping a scrap of cloth, slight and black, which minutes before had covered my pussy from view. I was breathing regularly now, and leaned across the table to kiss him lightly on the lips. The candle radiated heat below me. "Why don't you sit next to me," he suggested, scrunching toward the wall, making room. I pressed my thigh against his when I settled in next to him. Johnny draped an arm around my shoulder. I was getting very comfortable. The fabric of my skirt had ridden up when I sat. I brought my legs open in invitation. The skirt lifted more as I straightened my posture. I tugged the hem up my thigh so that the cloth bowed and draped over my pussy, just hiding it from view. His right hand sat over the joining of my legs. Fingers on top of the skirt touched my pubis below. They gently tapped at the skin and descended the short distance to my cunt. Fingertips traced the outline of my lips through the thin fabric. I shivered with delight. I loved a man who took his time and knew what he was doing. "So where else have you partaken of licentiousness?" he asked with a wide smile as his finger slithered into my suddenly very sodden pussy. I told him about fucking in offices and classrooms at college, the tunnels under campus, and various parks, under the stars and in the rain. I told him about bars and dance clubs, swimming pools, the back of a pickup truck on the side of a country road, and blowjobs delivered in cars speeding along highways. I told him about my mile high fantasy. I shared fond memories of several seedy alleyways. How the risk of getting caught in flagrante, excites me. Danger is a drug — but the thrill of getting away with it intoxicates me even more. Unable to hold back, we went at one another. There was a buzz of conversation all around us. Our movements didn't go unnoticed in this. There were many other couples present, but we were the only ones making out. There was also the obvious age difference between us. The people in the bar saw us hunched together, tongues flicking at earlobes, kisses that trailed down the run of the neck, across the collar, down the shoulder. I didn't care that we were witnessed, and neither did he. His big hand pawed at my tits while we kissed. Eyes closed, our faces turned and repositioned as we prolonged the contact of lips. His tongue spilled into my mouth. My teeth nipped at its tip. I fluttered my tongue against his. He applied pressure to the back of my neck and combed his fingers through my hair. And for his piece de resistance, he licked the sweat that had beaded over my breasts while discreetly fingering me under the table. There had to be those voyeurs with a clear view of what was going on between us. Looking down, I saw his hand working me by candlelight. The back of it made a visible bulge under the filmy material of my sundress. He gripped my nether lips. His talented fingers softly stroked the slit. The wetness inside me was flowing. It made his hand slick. He took a napkin from under his wine glass and patted the viscous fluids over my pubis dry. It was a temporary, but much appreciated fix. "Um, maybe ...." I attempted, only to be cut off by his mouth returning to mine. The kiss deepened as he insinuated two fingers — the index and middle — into my cunt. Involuntarily I tightened the muscles at the entrance. My thighs gripped his forearm between them. He wiggled his fingers, scissored them inside. He also rotated them within my folds. "Jesus, Johnny ...." He fingered me gently, fucking me by pistoning in and out, so, so, so slowly. After a moment, he brought his hand out to examine in the light, then wiped the wetness that coated his skin over my thigh. I nervously glanced around me. Even a quick look told me we were the focus of most people in the room. And, although it was fast, the look revealed no face with a disapproving scowl, but several approving smiles on the mouths of at least three women. I took a sip of my wine. We shared a laugh together as his hand toyed outside me. He undressed my clit. The nails of his fingers brought the hood down. The face of his thumb drew taut circles around my ragged bundle of nerves. I squirmed in my seat and came. My pussy dripped its heat and I knew that despite the napkin my dress would have a large tell-tale wet spot by my ass on leaving the café. After swimming in my arousal awhile, Johnny extracted the fingers from under my dress and raised them to his nose to sniff. He complimented me on my taste, and poked my nose with the tip of his wet finger. Four people at an adjoining table toasted his actions by raising their glasses to us while I grinned sheepishly and latched a hand on his wrist. I kissed the heel of his palm. I licked the creases on the surface and jabbed my tongue at the webs of skin where the digits joined. I held the two long fingers that had been in my cunt to my lips and sucked them clean. Closing my eyes, I pictured those fingers as a cock. My tongue slid along the length, spiraling round and round, teasing the edge. I forced saliva between the fingers and bathed them in the warmth and the silkiness of the spittle. Holding the back of his hand, I turned it in my mouth. My tongue curled around the bottoms of his fingers. I used my grip on the wrist and inched the fingers forward and backward. I spun my face. It was my blowjob technique applied to his fingers absent his penis. He let me suck him for what seemed an eternity, but was probably not even a minute. Dipping the fingers in the wine, he let me suck them once more. Before long, his touch reached up my skirt again. Because I wanted to see, I pulled the cloth up and held it bunched at my waist. His body shielded my partial nudity from the voyeuristic onlookers. I came again as his fingers stretched inside me. He had placed them facing up, so that the heel of the hand protruded against my pubis when they were in all the way. Bracing myself on the table, I brought my weight forward and angled my cunt at him. Looking down through the glass tabletop, I watched his thumb moving. He flattened it over my clit and circled as he pushed down. The sensation in the nerves was immense. I swiveled my torso to face him. My tongue flickered between his lips, and I spoke into his mouth. "Fuck me," I whispered. "Take me somewhere and fuck my brains out." The fingers responded. They stabbed in and out repeatedly. The rhythm was steady, fast, and unforgiving. I heard the sounds my pussy made, the suction noises going in and the wet slide out. My clitoris was thrumming non-stop. My brow must have been furrowed in concentration and pleasure. I kept my eyes screwed tightly shut. Oxygen came to my lungs in huge and heavy gasps. I bit my bottom lip and willed myself to come silently although every fiber of my body wanted me to scream. My thighs clamped about his hand. I gripped the edge of the table. My eyes flashed open, the pupils rolling back. My toes curled. Stars in the universe exploded. My spine stiffened. I threw my head back and stifled a scream. The muscles in my cunt contracted and released about his fingers. The waters I released sluiced over his hand. Eventually he removed his fingers and I slumped back into the cushions on the bench; the smell of sex overpowered permeated the air around us. Through half-opened eyes I watched as a young blonde opened her date's slacks and fondled his penis. A few eyes caught mine and turned away. I smiled at them and began to laugh. I gulped down the rest of the wine to rehydrate myself. Johnny poured us more wine and we toasted our encounter. "So, shall we head for my place?" said with confidence. "As long as it's not too far, I'd go anywhere with you," I replied, already thinking about how he would feel driving in and out of my cunt. **************************************************Johnny's place was facing the ocean on Wrightsville beach. It was a palatial four-story building with what seemed like an endless array of decking surrounding it on each and every level. As we pulled into his garage, he told me that he shared the place with his brother, currently in Argentina on business. We took the winding stairs to his bedroom on the third floor; Johnny wanted me to lead the way. Naturally, since I have a world class ass and wanted nothing more than to flaunt it in his face, I gladly led the way, knowing how it would appear to him, having practiced the moves countless times in front of a mirror. The steps even served to exaggerate the sway of my ass. Halfway up the second flight, Johnny reached his hand between my legs. Fingertips extended to my pubis, his palm cupped the curve of the perineum, while the heel and the wrist rested on the upward swerve of my buttocks. The feeling was such that I froze in place, feet on different steps. I had to clutch the railing while he stroked my sopping pussy before flipping my sundress up and bestowing a wet kiss to my ass. Another ten minutes passed ... an eternity in some ways ... before we reached his bedroom. He tilted my head and kissed me, spilling a long string of his saliva from his mouth into mine — then followed with his knowing tongue. "Ohhhh Johnny," I moaned and not for the first time that night. We sank into the mattress of his bed, his massive frame on top of me. The kisses continued without pause and I was nearing another heavenly climax when he griped me by the throat, his powerful fingers depressing the skin and muscle, the clutch of the hand constricting my breathing while his lips muffled my voice. How he finished undressing me with one free hand I'll never know. But he managed it without tearing the dress. Of course, the only other things I had on were my bra and shoes. He released my throat and I swallowed as much air as I could before he wadded my thong into a ball and stuffed it into my cunt. He left it there, leaving me full inside, while he sprawled on the bed and licked my lips and diddled my clit. I was ready to shatter after a few short minutes of his softly insistent tongue, the silky saliva, the pads of the fingers holding my pubis taut; and the pincers of his nails and his pointed teeth, but, as he refused me permission to let go, I closed my eyes and fought the orgasm back. Hands balled into fists, I beat at the sheets as I restrained the force that yearned to burst. It was a long ten minutes before he gave me his consent. He counted the ticks off one by one, all the while working me with his lips and fingers, until at last he acceded to my increasingly urgent pleas, moans, and tears. It's what I deserve for telling him that there were times when orgasm denial caused me to fountain, and though this time I didn't, the orgasm nevertheless shredded through my insides and ripped me apart. Afterwards, he stole his forefinger and thumb into the ruins of my cunt and ripped the cloth from my pussy with a sharp tug. The movement set me off again. The waters of my orgasm had drenched the fabric, turning the vivid scarlet a dark and deep burgundy. He had me hold my mouth wide open and stick out my tongue while he wrung the drops of wetness from the cloth onto my stretched out tongue, and I drank of myself. He lay next to me, stroking my breasts and face with his feet. I tasted the thick skin of his dusky soles, and sucked his toes five at a time. Several minutes later he painted my ass crimson with his bare hand while I stretched myself over his lap and squirmed and sobbed with renewed joy. After the spanking, he bit my buttocks, then ran his tongue over the marks of his teeth and kissed the raw flesh to soothe the anguished nerves. My red eyes and runny nose were artifacts of the past as the lips migrated from the rump to the shadowed valley between the hills. H e had me hanging from the bed, eyes unfocused, but staring at the ceiling while my head pointed to the floor, as my face reddened with the rush of blood, while his hands stretched my asshole open. Then his lips teased the creased halo of muscle. Cords of spit lowered into the winking anus; my sphincter was wildly trying to grab hold of his tongue. First Week in Town All this pleasure he gave me, and I have not once, until now, mentioned that magnificent cock! "I am going to spank your breasts with this," he said, taunting me. "Ohhhh, yes!" I would have agreed to anything at that moment. Johnny straddled me and methodically slapped my breasts with his erection - a magnificent erection if I say so myself -- it truly was. About eight inches in length, but thicker in the middle while narrow at the head, vibrators should make a mold from him, it would delight countless women and make a small fortune for the manufacturer. With my breasts a bright red and my nipples tingling from the shock of dozens of slaps, he hopped off the bed and stood in front of me, cupping my head at back where it joins the neck while I ingested his cock. All of it - every fucking millimeter of his velvet hose. My fingers blindly searched out his balls as the last of him filled my mouth and throat. Breathing carefully through my nose, I swallowed away the gag reflex and constricted the epiglottis. My lips pursed over his springy skin. My jaws were stretched enough that the sides of my face hurt. Still I had room to swipe my tongue across the underside of the shaft. He was patient. At no time was I concerned that he'd cum before finishing me off. And just before my jaw gave out, he took himself from my mouth, flipped me over and repositioned my body on the bed, my head at the headboard; my ass rose just so, and took me doggy-style. His hands pressed down at my back and buttocks while his lengthy cock drove deep into my cunt. I reveled in his entrance. I was filled and emptied in rapid succession, and the feel of his balls slapping the backs of my thighs was sheer heaven. I craned my head back to find his lips, and he obliged me with a wondrous series of kisses while slowing his fucking to a crawl with me moaning into his mouth as he tunneled into me. It was a gorgeous fuck. Cream from my pussy trailed along the circumference of his cock, depositing a ring of foam at the base of his shaft. And when some minutes later, he warned me of his impending orgasm, I summoned a strength I hadn't known I possessed and freed myself of his erection, turned, and kissed his chest, licking the sweat from his skin. I discovered his nipples were deliciously sensitive to the touch of my lips and teeth. I straddled his legs and pushed off his torso while I rode hard his bone-like penis. His hands clasped my leg at the knee and traversed the line of my thigh. He followed the curve of the flank up to my tits, which he squeezed. The up and down motion of my body had a metronomic precision. I slid down the stem and landed atop the root and tensed the muscles there as my knees folded out. My vagina compacted about his shaft, and I lifted with the walls sucking him to them. I held on until my labia kissed his glans then I relaxed my muscles and lowered my body weight down. Johnny placed his fingers in my mouth, and I sucked them. He croaked hoarsely that he was close to cumming, and I managed to dismount although I was on the edge myself. He lashed my clitoris with his tongue. He growled into my gaping pussy. His nose flattened against my pubis, and the dam inside me burst. My legs elongated. My feet curled. My toes clenched like a monkey's paws. I shut my eyes to focus on the sensation, to revel in it. My ass bucked from the bed. My cunt seemed to invert. And I laughed insanely throughout my orgasm. When my eyes flashed open and focused downward, I noticed that my fingers gripped his so tightly that the knuckles had whitened. I laughed again at the exquisite and joyful pleasure of release. He crawled on top of my body and kissed me. I tasted my piquant juices on his lips and tongue. My fingers combed his hair as the kisses deepened. His rigid cock prodded at my belly. Reaching between my legs, I placed him inside, while chanting: "Fuck me. Fuck me till you cum." He did exactly that. When his body slammed down, the momentum flowed from him to me in a wave that rippled through my trunk and radiated into my extremities. My spine did a sideways dance. My fingertips tingled. I felt the force of fucking in my eyelids. My arms wrapped his back, and I gripped his bony shoulder blades. My feet kicked off his calves. My legs interlaced with his and tangled them up in a knot. My face burrowed into his throat and collar. The shaft, which was so wondrously long and thick and hot, stretched my pussy out. I compressed muscles around his cock, making the entrance snug for him. I held on to the sides of the mattress as he took me harder. My lover's movements became erratic. He pulled the cock out of my pussy, peeled the condom off, and shucked his hand along the erection. "Come on my tits. I want to wear your come," I shrieked as another orgasm rippled through me. The semen streamed out in bright, flashing ribbons. I was splattered with cum. It splashed the bottoms of my breasts and painted the cleavage between them. The viscous fluid rained onto my abdomen, collected in the hollow of my navel, and overflowed the belly button. The shaft jerked against my curling fingers as I pointed the penis. I giggled at how much cum there was. Jellied puddles of his semen dotted my torso when he finished spasming. It was an alien landscape of opaque lakes. Over the sheen of perspiration, thick, viscid, sticky pools of come, pale and white, glistened on my skin like the first winter snow. "Thank you," I said, and rubbed his cum over my body until it was a transparent gloss. "Go brush your teeth with my sperm," he said with a smile. And I did, gargling long and loud enough to be certain he heard me. We fucked again, first in bed, then in the shower while we cleaned each other up. I drank his second orgasm, nearly as voluminous as the first. Semen overflowed my lips and dribbled down my chin and throat. He tasted of spice and salt. The third explosion, smaller than the previous two, arrived as I rimmed his asshole. My head ducked between his legs. The semen plastered wet hair to my face. A fog of steam surrounded us. "Welcome to Wilmington, Gabby. Are you free tomorrow? I'd like to take you out to see the great plantation outside of town." "Will you fuck me against a cottonwood tree?" "More like an old oak. I doubt there are many cottonwoods in the Carolinas." "An old oak tree will be fine. I'll leave my address on the dresser." It was two-thirty in the morning and I couldn't wait for the sun to rise. First Weekend We have been in constant contact for months now. It started as many do with an occasional email that becomes more frequent then leads to hours of instant messenger conversations and late night phone calls. I have grown very fond of her and miss her when she can't be reached. So one evening on the phone I ask her what she's doing the following weekend she said she didn't know had no plans. So I tell her that she has an email confirmation of her flight. She doesn't believe me so I tell her to look then she asked what she was suppose to do about her dogs and the horses. I tell her that I have already made arrangements with her sister to take care of them. That I wanted to surprise her and bring her out for the weekend to explorer in person the desires we have for each other. So on Friday afternoon I have taken off work early to get prepared for her arrival it is winter in the Midwest and we had a snow fall earlier that day. I had to clean the drive and the side walk so that she wouldn't fall down and get hurt that would come later. I finally get on the highway in the late afternoon rush hour traffic. My first chance to sit down all day and think about the weekend ahead of me. I suddenly become overrun with fear and anticipation. What if she doesn't like me in person? What if I am not attracted to her? What if she isn't attracted to me? It would make for a long weekend. But it is far to late to be having doubts she has been in the air for 2 ½ hours now and will be landing in less than an hour. I arrive at the airport just as she is do to land. My mouth is dry and my stomach is in knots. I check the board immediately to see if her plane has landed. It says that it is arriving. I check the time perfect right on time. Now being in the Midwest you get used to the weather changing rapidly but don't consider the other parts of the country. It seems as there was a big storm in Texas and all the flights we slightly delayed coming from the west coast. This would explain why 20 mins later the board still shows her plane as arriving. As I see the people start coming from the gate my worries come flashing back to me. Then I see her she has paused as she sees me. She too I can see in her face has the same worries that I do. I feel the smile across my face as I am looking at her. This gives her the approval she was seeking. As she approaches me I take her in to my arms and give her a long deep kiss which gives her the reassurance of my approval. We walk out side for some fresh air as we wait for the luggage to be unloaded. As we are walking I reach down to stroke her ass she isn't wearing anything under her dress as I had instructed her to. I can see her nipples harden under the thin material. This sends thoughts racing through my mind. Once outside she lights a cigarette and we talk about her trip. I can still see the nipples poking up at me so I reach out and rub them graciously I can see her melting under my touch. I draw her close to me and continue to tease her nipples. Her face is now flushed red as she notices the looks of the strangers walking past. I don't care what they think as I reach around and feel her ass for this one is here for me and my pleasure. We head inside and gather her bags. I can feel her nervousness and anticipation as we drive. So I decide to stop and get some dinner so that we can spend some more time relaxing with each other. Once at my house I give her a quick tour then head her to the bedroom. Along the wall are hanging the tools for the weekend. Some leather paddles, various floggers of different lengths and materials, a couple of crops and various other items. I reach up and grab my crop as it is one of my favorite items to play with. A few playful slaps on her ass as her hands are firmly placed on the top of the dresser. I see the smile cross her face. That was all the encouragement that I needed. I pushed her on to the bed and lifted her dress to reveal her beautiful naked ass. With a few swats from the crop I knew she was ready for me. And knowing her love of leather I reached for the leather paddle to give her a nice warm up. After several minutes I start to feel the warmth of her skin as the blood rushes to the surface. I lay down the paddle and run my hands across her warm back down to the crimson colored ass. I start giving her light swats with my hand and increase the power with each stroke until there is a hand print left with every hit. She is there deep within herself. I move around her and attach the heavy leather cuffs to her ankles and then to the chains that are coming from under the bed. And do the same with her wrists. I give her body a tug to ensure I take up enough slack before attaching the chains to her wrists. She had mentioned once before that she enjoys the floggers because they are not as evil as one might think. Well I think that she just has never been at the end of mine. As I begin to tease her with the tails and lightly strike her back I can hear her sighs of joy. After a few minutes of the teasing I start to land heavier blows and begin to see the skin darken across her now bright red buttocks. With a snap I impact her with the tip giving the sting of the tips. As she winces in pain I am sure she realizes that the flogger is not only friendly but also terribly evil with the right swing. I run my hand over her ass and can feel the welts starting to rise. I also notice that she is now watching me as I move around her body no longer hiding her face. I can see the slight presence of tears as I look at her face. I open my drawer and pull out the blindfold and applied it to her head hiding her eyes from what I will be doing to her. She whispers a thank you Sir as I tighten it to her eyes. I tell her that she is welcome as I press my now stiffing member to her lips. I push forward which she readily accepts impatiently. I grab a handful of hair as I forcefully fuck her mouth. She seems to be enjoying this way to much so I reach down and grab the crop that is lying next to her on the bed and land a few hard smacks to her back. I can hear her muffled cries as I am buried to her throat. I know I have that evil smile on my face as I continue to land my crop across her back. As quickly as I had entered I pull away and leave her wanting more. But I have other things in store for her now. I have an antique cane that has a sword hidden inside. I pull the sword from it sheath and lay the cold steel across her warm back. She tries to arch away from it but is bound tightly to the bed so there is no were to go. I pull it across her back with slightly more pressure on the tip. I can see the line in her skin as I pull it towards me. As I get to the edge of her body I lift the handle up pushing the tip into her skin. Letting the weight of the sword push the tip into her flesh she jerks away. I whisper into her ear that it would be wise not to make sudden movements. And take the sheath end of the cane and land five hard blows to her ass which immediately leaves dark red welts. The tears are now seeping from under the blindfold. I continue to trace across her body with the sword. Pushing the tip into her ever so gently stretching the skin to the breaking point. I can see the moisture pooling between her legs as I move around her body. I reach down and run my fingers along her inner thighs to the labia and slightly stoke her. Feeling the wetness she begins to shudder as I touch her. Knowing she is moments from a tremendous orgasm I leave her. Laying there squirming wanting that release that has been building deep within her for so long. I return with a bottle of ice cold water as I am a bit thirsty. Looking down on her very red back I can feel the heat coming off of her. I slowly pour a thin stream of water from her shoulders to the crack of her ass. A startled scream escapes her. I then tell her that she looks as though she is thirsty and she nods her head in agreement. So being the nice person that I am. I tilt her head back and pour her drink on her forehead so it dribbles down her face mostly missing her mouth. She wasn't pleased so much with that as I hold back my laugh. I remove her blindfold and start undoing her chains as she take a drink that she has earned so well. I then turn her over and reach down to feel her breasts I am wordless as I feel the hardness of her nipples. For the nipple is one of my favorite parts of the female body. I slowly begin to rub them. I adore their feel under my touch. She tells of the sensitivity as I begin to slightly pinch and pull. I smile as I lean down to take one in to my mouth. As I slowly trace the outside of the areola with the tip of my tongue. Encircling the nipple, feeling every part of it under the tip of my tongue. I wrap my lips around it and suck it in to my mouth still teasing it with my tongue. I drag my teeth to the tip and slightly bite down. Hearing the moans escape her lips I continue nibbling while I am pinching and rubbing the other one. I trace the valley between her breasts with my tongue and lick up to the other nipple that has been neglected of my mouth for so long. As I lower my lips around it I give a firm bite just so she knows it's not all about her pleasure. I am giving this one the same attention as I had done before but with a little more firmness. I pull away and grab my small flogger that I like to use on the breasts. I begin with dragging the tails across the nipples and down her body to the folds of her pussy. A few nice swats to the top of her slit has her legs spreading for me. I see the flow of her pleasure escaping her body. As I continue to move up her body with the flogger leaving a trail of red marks to the underside of her breasts. With a few snaps to the nipples she cries out again. I quickly attach the clips to her nipples so she can feel the constant pressure as I am playing with her. Unchained now she can is trying to escape the tails of the flogger. So I grab the skinny leather paddle and slap her firmly on the inner thigh telling her to stay still or she will be sorry. She does as I ask so soon I will reward her. I remove the clips from her nipples and replace them with my mouth as I know that we both are enjoying this. I move my body on top of hers now applying my weight so she can't move. I begin to bite her nipples moving from one to the other. I grab her by the hair and pull her head to the side so that I can bite her neck. I can feel the cock hard and pressed against her body. I am now ready to take what is mine. I slid my body between her spread legs. I slid the head of my dick up and down the soaking wetness of her cunt. Her eyes widen in anticipation, I push forward knowing that she has been waiting for this moment for such a long time. Her eyes close as I fully enter her in one long slow stroke. She moans from deep within her. As I pull back I can feel her begin to shudder. She reaches around to pull me into her as she is reaching orgasm. I can feel the muscle tightening around me as I begin to pull back. She explodes with such force that I can barely stay in her. I then begin to build my pace and can feel her orgasms coming one after another. It doesn't take long before I can feel my own building deep within me. So I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat to steady myself and begin to squeeze as I feel my orgasm coming. I see the veins in begin to bulge in her face and another orgasm comes over her. That sends me over the edge and I explode in her I collapse with my full weight on top of her and can feel the waves of her continuous orgasm under my body. We lay there enjoying the affects for awhile before I roll off her and watch as her body is still twitching heavily from her orgasms. With out words being spoken we both know that this will be a very long and pleasurable weekend. First Weekend Together Alone My parents were gone for the weekend. Jerry and I had secretly planned to spend the time alone at my house. We'd been talking about our sexual fantasies for a while, but hadn't really thought about doing them. That weekend gave us the opportunity to. Several of the fantasies that we shared were mutual masturbation and anal fucking. We couldn't wait to try. I was a bit nervous, of course. The whole day at Friday was boring. I sat in school, imagining the weekend ahead of us. When school let out, I made sure my parents were gone. Then I drove over to pick up my boyfriend and we hung out for a while first. We went to my house, dropped off his stuff, and generally hung out. Jerry and I raided the fridge. "Beautiful, do you want to go to Wal-Mart? We need to go get some food and drink," Jerry said. Then he grinned and added, "And some lube." "I think you've got plenty of lube," I laughed, grabbing his dick. "Hey! Careful. You're going to turn me on before we even go." We left, teasing each other on the way to Wal-Mart. As we always do when we're at Wal-Mart, we wasted some time looking around at stuff. Then we went ahead and grabbed some food and drinks that we needed. Then we headed towards the toiletry/medicine section where there were always a discreet condom and lube section set aside. We teased each other one which lube we wanted, bickering with each other. We caught sight of this new K-Y warming water-based lube. "Oh hell yeah," Jerry said, taking it off the shelf, "This would get us off so bad. It's supposed to be warm when you rub it on." "It's from that commercial, isn't it? Is it water-based? I'd rather not have jelly thingies," I said, playfully snatching it out of his hand. I looked it over and we basically approved it. It was already dark by the time we got back. At first, we wanted to take a shower or do something else. I went into the bathroom and looked at my tub. It's wide and circular, enough to fit three or four people in it. "Jer?" I called, "Do you want to soak in the tub with me?" He came in, looking at the tub. He grinned at me and said, "Yeah, let's do it." At first, we had some trouble getting the water as warm as I wanted it to be. It had hot water at first until it ran a little colder. We spent some time dumping hot water in it while the water ran lukewarm from the faucet. While we prepared the bath, we set up candles. We placed the towels in easy-to-reach place. Then we turned the bathroom lights off and bathed the room in the warm glow of candles. Finally, we stripped each other off in between kisses and settled into the hot, steamy water. We moved around a bit, sitting across from each other, and teasing legs against each other. Finally, we looked at each other quietly for a while. We talked, touching each other. I slid both feet on either side of his hips, spreading my legs open for him to see. My hands moved across my body, then one dipped down to where my spread legs met. He slid his hand under water and wrapped it around his thick cock. His hand started going at slow tempo, up and down his cock. His eyes were steady on mine. Our faces were turning pink, our bodies reddening from both the heat of the water and our arousal. I arched my back, opening my pussy wider for him to see, while my fingers toyed with my clit. I slid my finger up and down my clit slowly at first, while watching Jerry squeeze and toy with his dick. Soon, I felt tension in my legs and my pussy, and heat coiling up in my belly. I rubbed faster, keeping my hips above water as I did so. Lost in my own pleasure, with Jerry watching, I started moving my hips, my fingers moving faster across my hot, hard pink clit. I gasped, started shuddering, eyes closed, as heat poured out of my pussy and climax roared through me. Slowly I lowered my hips underwater, opened my eyes, and saw my lover's astonished face in the glow of the candles. He was masturbating like crazy now. I moved my foot from his hip to between his legs and slid my toe against his ass. He gasped, moved upward so that I could push my big toe into his anus. I toyed his ass with my toe for a bit. I have such little toes that I couldn't reach too far in with it. "Can you fuck me with your fingers?" he asked, his head dropping back as he continued to masturbate roughly. I rearranged myself so that I could lower myself into the water, front first, and tuck my legs behind me. I slid my finger up his ass in the water and felt his ass tighten around me. I started moving my finger in and out, while he moaned. Then I added two extra fingers into his anus, starting to fuck him roughly up the ass while he arched his hips and increased the tempo of his hand on his rock hard cock. Quickly, I switched hands and continued fucking him up the ass with extra more fingers. His hips started rocking as climax built up in his penis. His body shuddered while I continued to shove my fingers in and out of his ass. Then he exploded, cum squirting upward and into the water. I continued while he cummed. He was rocked by the cum that kept coming out of him, as he laid still in the warm water for five minutes. I withdrew my fingers and stood up out of the water, watching him for a while. "I never cummed this much before," he said, groaning softly. "I don't think I can stand up now." I laughed and tugged him out of the water, saying, "Come on". We felt so hot from the heat we'd made in the bathroom. I extinguished the flames of the candles and we left the bathroom. We went into my cool room and laid naked on my bed for a bit. He grabbed the lube that was lying on my bed and gave me a wicked look. He squeezed some lube on his fingers and, throwing aside the bottle of lube, touched his fingers to my breasts. I didn't feel any warming from the lube, but I moaned at his touch. He started rubbing it in. I took the bottle of lube and did the same to his nipples. He moaned, too, and he said the lube was really warm on his nipples. We played around a little with the lube before finally calming down. We cleaned up, grabbed our books, and laid down to read a few chapters. That night, after we turned out the lights, I snuggled in the heat of his body. Both of us wondered what we'd do on Saturday, before we fell asleep.