8 comments/ 86841 views/ 29 favorites Let Me See By: Ed0613 When Paul got out of the navy, he knew he wanted to do three things. One, he wanted to have fun. Two, he wanted to get laid (a lot). Three, he wanted to become an electrical engineer. From his time in the navy he knew he liked women and liked to fuck, he had the ability and skills to become an engineer and, what the hell, everybody liked to have fun. In order to achieve all three of his goals he enrolled in the same college where his older sister, Mary, was a pre-med student. All his life, Mary had been his mentor, his supporter, his advisor, but most of all, the subject of his wildest sexual fantasies. In High school, as she evolved into a full blown sexual beauty, his imagination ran rampant. Although she was just a little more than two years older than him, his time in the navy had put him way behind her in school. She was a senior while he went in as a freshman but, at 22 years of age he had filled out into a handsome, 6 foot 2 blue-eyed Adonis. He was far more experienced than most of his classmates and peers. Mary lived off campus in a luxury apartment mostly funded by her roommate's well-to-do parents, while he was forced to live in the dorm with a geeky, 19 year old, liberal arts student as a roomie. He wasn't doing too well on goals one and two. He was trying to study one Thursday when Mary knocked at his open door. She was accompanied by her hot colleague and roommate, Sandra. He was happy to see them (especially Sandra) and invited them in. Mary looked a little uncomfortable when she said, "Paul, we need a big favor from you." Paul and his sister got along very well and at age 25, she was epitome of college womanhood. She was a very pretty blonde, blue-eyed, average height with voluptuous breasts and a cute round ass. Sandra was almost the direct opposite. She was also pretty but she was very tall and slender, her long dark hair had highlights that made it shine like a raven in the right light. She had long graceful legs and although her breasts weren't large they were more than adequate. She oozed sex appeal and mystique. Paul had helped them do lots of things around their apartment and imagined this was one more household repair chore they needed. "Sure sis, what can I do for you?" Mary started, "We need your help with one of our anatomy assignments. It's very embarrassing; I'll let Sandra explain it to you." Sandra was a little hesitant. "In one of our classes, we have been asked to write a paper on the male reproductive system and we need to closely observe and write about the reproductive organs and glands of an adult male." Paul was puzzled. "I don't understand." Mary broke the ice when she blurted out, "We need to study your penis and testicles!" "Wow! Okay... I'm happy to oblige... I guess." Paul stood up and started undoing his belt. "Oh God, we don't want to do it here! We need for you to come to our apartment where our books and study materials are. Can you come tomorrow after class?" Paul didn't hesitate. "Of course, I'll be there at five tomorrow." When the girls left, Paul mused about what had happened. So they wanted to see his cock and balls. What did that entail? Would they touch them, take pictures of them or just what? Why did they pick him? The thought of the girls fondling his dick and testicles gave him an erection. The following day, he had a tough time concentrating on his studies and time crawled by. After his last class, Paul dashed back to the dorm, bathed, shaved, put on clean shorts, a new polo shirt and knocked on the door to the girls' apartment just a little before 5:00 PM. He was a little disappointed when Sandra opened the door. She was barefoot and dressed in a bulky college sweatshirt and jeans. Mary was almost the same except that she had on a short sleeved, form-fitting T-shirt that showed off her breasts to advantage. Sandra reached out to him and took his arm, "Come in, come in, we have been expecting you. Would you like a beer?" When he declined Mary said, "Well let's get right to it. We'll have to use my bedroom because Sandra's has a big double bed and we need my twin beds to be able to get on both sides of you to see everything. Go right in there and take off your shorts. We will be along in just a moment." Paul did as he was told and was standing there with his shirt, boxer shorts and socks on when Sandra came in the room laden with books, writing material and a camera. "Okay Paul, before we start I need to get a couple of pictures. Please drop your under shorts and, for the camera, I think it would be best to remove the rest of your clothes too. He was very embarrassed but he did as he was told just as Mary walked in. Unfortunately, the thoughts about what was about to happen had him greatly aroused and his cock was standing up, almost at full attention. Sandra was on her knees in front of him about four feet away, focusing the camera. Mary giggled a little. "See Sandra, I told you it was a big one. Those will be some good pictures. When you finish, have him lie down so we can take some measurements." Sandra led Paul to the bed, had him lie down and said, "Close your eyes and keep them closed, I don't want you watching me while I do this. Also, please refrain from making any comments; this is very awkward for me." He did what he was told but was uncomfortable, laying there completely nude and his cock standing straight up, staring at his chin. From somewhere across the room came his sister's voice. "Okay, Sandra let me take some more pictures. You hold it so I can get your hand in the shot for size reference. I think it's a lot bigger than the replica they had in class. Maybe you should hold a ruler alongside. Good, that's it, now, do the same with his balls. Look there is some moisture coming out of the end of his penis; I think that little slit is called the urinary meatus." Sandra laughed. "I think he is excited and that is pre-cum. It is used as a lubricant when he has sex. You do know that we have to taste it as part of our assignment." Paul couldn't tell who it was when he felt a finger swabbing the end of his cock until Mary said, "I don't know, it's not at all what I expected. It doesn't have much taste, just a little salty. Try it." He felt a second finger rubbing the end of his dick and there was no comment but the warm hand still had it captured in the upright position. Sandra said to Mary, "I need for you to find these things as I identify them." She began to read, "The human penis is made up of three types of tissue. The shaft has two corpora cavernosa muscles next to each other and a corpus spongiosum, which is a spongy muscle, between them. He is circumcised so the glans penis is exposed. Look at the area on the bottom of his cock, where the foreskin is attached, that's the frenulum. I understand it's very sensitive." The warm hands were moving all over Paul's tender cock, probing, feeling and caressing. Sandra was right; the area under the head of his dick that Mary was rubbing was very sensitive. He was afraid he would cum as her finger continuously rubbed it. "Sandra, he's so stiff; it's hard to tell just what I'm feeling. See if you can find the things you read about. We may have to make him soft before we go much further." "The only way I know how to do that is to make him ejaculate. Maybe that wouldn't be too bad, we need to look at his semen and also see if we can feel the muscles that push it from his balls up his cock and out. We have to taste it too." Mary sighed. "I tasted some once and I didn't like it. It was very strong, kind of fishy and smelled a little like bleach. But it was from a guy I didn't care for anyway. Maybe my brother's won't be as bad. Okay, how are we going to make him cum?" Paul could think of a lot of ways but Sandra said, "We will have to masturbate him with our hands. That way the semen remains pretty clean. Do you want to do it or should I?" "I'll do it. I've always wanted to. Last summer, when he first got home from the navy, I saw him sleeping nude. He had a hard on and I couldn't believe how big it was. God, I really wanted to touch it then. Let me use your vibrator on him, I've always wanted to do that to a man." "Not on your life, I wouldn't put it in my pussy once you have had it in him." "I wasn't going to stick it up his ass; I was just going to rub it around his dick. Someone told me that some men really like that." "Let's just try it with our hands first. If that doesn't work we can try something different. If we have to we can suck him off, but that will be the last resort because I don't want our saliva mixed with his semen." Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing. Two desirable women chatting about giving him a hand job or a blow job as if they were discussing a ham sandwich. If anything, his dick got even harder. He had just resolved himself to hold out for the blow job when he felt an indescribable feeling on the underside of his cock. Mary quipped, "The book says that this is the most sensitive spot on his penis. Let me massage it a bit and see what happens. You keep stroking up and down with your hand and I will rub right here." Paul could see, or rather feel, that his plan to get one of them to suck him off was rapidly falling apart. His libido couldn't get any stronger and with the finger massaging the tender spot on the underside of his dick and the warm hands caressing the shaft and his balls, he was about to explode. Finally, it was more than he could stand and he couldn't stop a fountain of his cum from spurting towards the ceiling. Paul had to peek when Sandra exclaimed, "DAM! It almost hit me in the face. Boy, there sure is a lot of it. Were you able to feel the vas deferens pushing the sperm up?" He quickly closed his eyes again. I think so but I'm not sure. You do know that we have to taste it and describe it in our report." "Well, there was buckets of it, it's all over my hand and arm. There's a lot on his stomach, some on the bed and some more on the floor. I may have some in my hair." Mary sounded excited. "I tasted some that was on the bed. It's not fishy at all. I wouldn't mind giving my boyfriend a blow job if his tasted like this." "I think you just like it because he is your brother. Oh, maybe you're right, it isn't bad at all. Okay, what's next?" Mary began to read. "Ejaculation is when semen is pushed from the penis. It usually happens during an orgasm while having sexual intercourse or by masturbation." She giggled. "Like what we just did to him. Anyway, when a man has sexual intercourse with a woman, he places his erect penis into her vagina and moves it in and out." She giggled again. "That's what we call fucking." She began to read again. "The vagina is warm and soft, and it places pressure on the man's penis and rubs against the sensitive spots described earlier. This causes the man to have an orgasm and ejaculate. Semen moves through the urethra and comes out of the hole at the tip of the penis or the urinary meatus. During orgasm there are muscles that push semen from the penis into the woman's vagina." Now, Sandra was giggling. "In other words, he puts his hard cock in her pussy and fucks her, shooting his cum into her. God, it makes me hot just thinking about it." "Do you want to do it with him?" "Uh... you mean here... now... with you here? "Sure, why not? Maybe I'll do him too. I know my pussy is very wet. Besides, look at him, he's hard again. I think he wants to do it." "Well... I'm not sure. Paul, did you hear us? Would you mind? Paul's voice was almost like he was strangling but Sandra heard a definite, "Whatever you want." "Okay, just stay like you are and keep your eyes closed. We'll be right back." A few minutes later, Paul jumped when a cool hand touched his bare leg. Someone shushed him when he asked. "What's going on?" Then he felt someone get on the bed with him and then straddle his legs. He longed to peek and see if it were Sandra or Mary. When the person moved up enough to trap his dick between his and her bodies, he didn't care but when he felt long hair tickling his face he knew it was Sandra. He felt a hand on his throbbing cock and then felt it being guided into a warm, wet pussy. He couldn't help it, he opened his eyes. Sandra's was above him, her face almost hidden by the luxurious hair forming a halo around it. She still had on the bulky college sweatshirt. Her hands were on his chest, supporting her body, her eyes were closed and she was smiling with a look of serene pleasure. Slowly she started to move up and down, causing his hard cock to slide in and out of her slippery pussy. She established a cadence that increased a little more every few thrusts. In a couple of minutes she was pounding up and down like a cowboy riding a wild horse. Each downward thrust was accompanied by an exhalation of breath and a grunt. Faster and faster she rode but when Paul moved his hand to touch her bare bottom she whispered "Don't do that. This is a laboratory experiment. I want both of us to be completely neutral." Across the room Mary quipped "If it was me and he wanted to touch my ass, I'd let him. In fact when it's my turn I think I'll get nude and let him touch whatever he wants." Paul glanced at her only to see that she was rubbing her breasts through her T shirt and that her nipples were very prominent underneath the flimsy fabric. A change in the tempo of Sandra's movement up and down on his hard cock caught his attention. She had slowed noticeably. When he looked up, her head was back, her eyes were closed and she seemed to be gasping for breath. As he watched, a shudder wracked her body and with a loud sigh she seemed to wilt, or better yet, melt and ooze down to lay on top of him. He felt a movement and became aware that Mary was standing alongside the bed and caressing Sandra's ass. She looked down and said to him, "It looks like you out did yourself. I think Sandra will remember this for a long time but I question if she can be clinical about it. I'm afraid she was so wrapped up in the results she forgot that this was a laboratory test." Mary slowly eased Sandra off of Paul until she was lying alongside of him. She couldn't help but notice that his Dick was still hard and shiny with the secretions from Sandra's pussy. "You didn't cum, did you?" He shook his head and closed his eyes when she reached out and stroked him. "Well, come on, I've got to experience it too so I can write scientifically about it and besides I'm horny as hell. We'll go into Sandra's bedroom and let her sleep here. Her bed is much bigger than mine so we will have lots of room to move around. Go ahead in there and I will be along in a minute. You might want to clean up a little." Obediently, Paul went into the bathroom and did as he was told. By the time he got into Sandra's bedroom, Mary was already there and had pulled off her t-shirt. She was working on her jeans. He marveled at the perfect symmetry of her breasts, beautiful, perfectly formed ivory orbs with well-defined large pink nipples. She dropped her jeans, kicked them out of the way and looked up to see him and ogling her. "You like? I thought you had seen me lots of times. If you didn't it wasn't my fault, I certainly tried to show them to you." Her right hand was caressing her left breast suggestively while her left was doing the same thing to her pussy. She crawled up on the bed and took a position on her hands and knees and presented her hot cunt to him, doggy style. He approached her and put his hands on her buttocks. He hesitated and said, "I'm not sure about this." "Don't give me any of that brother and sister shit; you've got to do me for our class project. You've got to cum and Sandra certainly is not in a position to help you. Mine is the only pussy available and besides, I've kind of been looking forward to this for a long time. Come on now and stick it in me, I'm ready." Submissively, Paul slowly inserted his hard cock into her wet pussy. Holding her hips, he gently eased in and out of her. His head was back and his eyes were closed as he enjoyed the pleasant feeling of the warm cunt that was engulfing his hard dick. Soon, Mary let her arms relax until her head was turned sideways and her shoulders were flat on the bed. In this position, she was able to slide her right hand between her legs and use it to massage her clitoris as Paul fucked her. Paul began to perspire but was determined to see this to its ultimate conclusion. Now, with every stroke Mary let out a little whimper that slowly built in crescendo until it was a series on loud moans. Faster and faster Paul pumped until Mary was wailing almost continuously. Finally, Mary let out a noise and was almost a scream, and slowly sagged onto the bed letting Paul's hard cock slide out of her wet box. Paul was standing there bewildered, his stiff tool sticking straight out, glistening with Mary's fluids when he felt a warm hand on his buttocks. As he turned, another hand found his penis and gave it a friendly stroke. It was Sandra, recovered from her earlier session. "I see you used up Mary too. Well, not to worry, I think I know how to finish this experiment." With that, she fell to her knees in front of him and took his meat in her mouth. At first, he just stood there and enjoyed the wonderful feeling of her soft mouth engulfing his stiff cock but then he took hold of her head with his hands and slowly began to pump in and out of her. For two or three minutes he continued this before he became aware that Mary was sitting up in the bed looking at them. She smiled, opened her legs and started to stroke her hairless pussy. When she saw he was interested, she inserted her middle finger and began fucking herself. He was mesmerized by the sight of his wildest sexual fantasy being played out right in front of him. He pushed Sandra aside and went to Mary on the bed. He kissed his sister, not as a sibling but as a lover that was going to seduce her. She responded by opening her lips to accept his tongue. He was lying between her legs, his lips pressed against hers and his rigid cock pressed hard against her pussy. As she sucked his tongue into her mouth, she used her hand to guide his hard penis into her vagina. Paul was in heaven. This was the fulfillment of his wildest fantasies. He had often dreamed of fucking his ripe sister but had never thought it was possible. Until today, he had no idea that she had such fantasies about him. The softness of her pussy enveloping his sensitive tool as he slid in and out of her was paradise. He kissed her again and when she offered her tongue to him he sucked it greedily into his mouth savoring the sweetness. He was aware of the tightening of her muscles and that she was on the verge of another orgasm. That was all it took. He could feel his own climax slowly building up. One, two, three, four strokes and he was nearing the pinnacle of rapture. With a final mighty thrust he unloaded the remainder of his pent up semen into her willing receptacle. Now he was barely moving but with each twitch he could feel diminishing spurts of his cum oozing out of his sensitive cock. He was aware that Mary, underneath him, was almost comatose with ecstasy. Each spasm on his part brought a shudder from her. He kissed her for a final time before he withdrew and moved away from her. She rolled over with her back to him and by the time he returned from the bathroom she was asleep. Sandra was in the bed, on the other side of her, and fast asleep also. He went back into the other bedroom, put on his clothes and left, wondering if all of that had really happened this evening. The fulfillment of his fantasy and having seduced both his sister and her sexy friend was more than he could have hoped for. Over the next few days he daydreamed about the events that had occurred in that apartment. Let Me See It "I've heard so much about this cock. Take it out and let me see it." Terri was the wife of a good friend, but despite this I started undoing my pants so she could see my dick. Sorry, I'm getting way ahead of myself. If I'm going to tell the story right, I need to do a bit of setup first. Throughout my life there had been clues I had a big dick - comments from various girlfriends, mostly - but I didn't know it for sure until I was in the military. That probably sounds weird, but as those of you who have served will know, military guys are coarser than men in the civilian world, and get accustomed to talking about stuff that would be considered weird in a regular job. Which is how I wound up in a mildly drunken discussion among 5 or so of my friends about how we liked to arrange ourselves in our pants. You know, your dick - do you let it hang straight down, or down and to the right, or down and to the left? I hadn't thought through the repercussions of my answer when I said, "Up and to the right." My buddies looked at me dumbfounded. Up? I explained that if I let my dick hang down it was constantly getting caught in the crease of my jeans as it snaked its way down whichever pant leg, so I'd discovered that if I pointed it up and just to the right of my fly, it would sit comfortably against the front of my pants without getting in the way of anything. So, up and to the right. What I didn't realize was none of the others could do this, because, apparently, their dicks weren't long enough. If they tried to make them go up the way I did, their dicks would just fall back down without hitting the front of their pants. (When I said, "You mean if you tried to do what I do your dick would just go back down of its own accord without hitting the front of your jeans?" there was a meaningful pause in the conversation before my friend Rob said, "Fuck you, man" to gales of laughter.) So it became a running joke among my friends about my huge cock and how I kept it "up and to the right," and it was furthered at a party when my wife (who'd had a few drinks) got wind of the story and loudly confirmed it, causing much laughter among my friends, and spreading the word to their wives and girlfriends. Soon enough, my entire social group had heard about my big dick. Fast forward a few years. My wife and I had gotten divorced, and a little while later I got out of the military. I'd taken a job with a defense contractor in Washington, DC, and while searching for an apartment there, I was living with my military buddy Dave and his wife Terri in their spare room. One evening while Dave was working an overnight at the Pentagon, Terri and her friend Mary had gone out for a girls' night. At about 12:15am, my cell phone rang, and it was Terri on the other end. "Hey," she said, drunk but not wasted, "Me and Mary are drunk! Come get us, cuz we can't drive!" "Get a taxi," I said. "They're all taken, and they say it'll take an hour to get one to us." "All the taxis in Washington are taken?" "Just come get us! What are you doing? Watching porn? Have you got a girl in my house?" she laughed. "No, sadly, there are no girls here," I said. "No girls? Too bad," she replied, and in the background I thought I heard Mary say, "From what I hear that's a waste of good meat!" "What did she say?" I asked Terri. "Nothing, she's drunk. Look, it's late, there are no cabs, so come get us." "Ok, where are you?" After getting the address of the bar, I headed out. When they got in the car, the girls immediately insisted they needed to go to Krispy Kreme to get doughnuts, because the best doughnuts are the fresh ones you get in the middle of the night. I like doughnuts, and I'm not about to get into an argument with two drunk girls, so off we went. The Krispy Kreme doesn't have seating, so after getting our doughnuts we went back out to the parking lot and ate them in the car. It was shortly after finishing hers that Terri looked meaningfully at the bulge in my pants and said, "I've heard so much about this cock. Take it out and let me see it." "Ha. Ha," I said. "Seriously, I want to see it." "Terri," I began to try to dissuade her from this plan. "No," Terri replied, "I'm married, so I'm not going to touch anything. I just heard over and over again about this huge cock when we were all stationed in California, so I want to see what all the fuss was about." "Well, there's not that much fuss, really," I said. "It's not like I've got a huge porn dick. I think it's just a bit bigger than average." "Whatever, quit stalling and get it out," Terri insisted. "I want to see it, and I'm not taking no for an answer." "All right," I said. "You promise you're not going to try anything? Your husband is my friend and I'm staying in your house for free, so that wouldn't be cool." "I promise I won't touch," she assured me. So I undid my jeans, hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, and pulled them down a bit until my cock was fully exposed, pointing up and to the right as always, resting against my stomach. "Nice," Terri said. "Nice?" I said. "I'm exposing myself to you in the Krispy Kreme parking lot, and all you can say is 'nice'?" "Well," she replied, "It's a pretty good size for not being hard, but it's hard to just imagine how big it might actually be when - you know. It'd be better if it was hard." "Well I'm terribly sorry about that," I said, smiling, "But what can you do? This isn't exactly the sexiest location on earth." Terri thought for a moment. "Mary, do you have any hand lotion in your purse?" Mary, who'd been staring at my cock from the back seat, seemed startled for a moment before answering. "Yeah." "Get it." "Wait a second, wait a second, wait a second," I said, seeing where this was going. Involuntarily, my cock twitched. "I'm not going to touch you," Terri said, having noticed my slowly-hardening dick, "But I want to see how big that thing actually gets, and nobody said Mary couldn't touch you..." she trailed off. "Here?" I said, wondering if we were really going to do this. "Why not here? It's almost 2am, there's nobody around, and you like Mary, don't you?" That was true, I did like Mary. She'd been a cheerleader and the Homecoming Queen, and had all-American blond hair, blue eyes, and big tits, which this evening were straining to get out of a low-cut, girls'-night top. To make it even better, she was separated from her husband, so in essence, Terri was proposing her married friend jerk me off. My dick had now grown considerably. Before I could answer, Mary cut me off, "I'm cool, and I want to see it hard, too," she said with a devilish smile. And with that, she squirted some lotion onto her hand, reached around the seat, took hold of my cock, and began to slowly stroke me. "Ohhhhhh," I said. "Am I doing it right?" Mary asked, "How you like it?" "Yes," I replied, "You're doing great." "How does it feel, Mary?" Terri asked. "It's nice and thick," Mary told her, "I can feel it still growing in my hand. It kind of pulses itself bigger every now and again, if that makes any sense." It was amazing. She was maintaining just the right amounts of pressure, friction, and speed, but listening to the two of them discussing my hard-on was what was really turning me on. "How is she doing?" Terri asked me, "What's she doing that's working for you?" "Ah," I tried to reply while jolts of pleasure coursed through my cock, "Her fingers are hitting the sweet spot just under the head while her thumb sort of massages the other side. Plus, she's got her other hand on the back of my neck." "What is it about that that you like?" "It's like she's taken control of me." "Well," Mary said with a smile, "I kind of have." "It looks that way," Terri said. "What if you stopped stroking him?" "No," I said quickly, "Please don't stop." "I don't know," Mary teased, "My arm is a little tired." "Please," I managed, so close to the edge. "Please don't stop." "What will you do for her if she agrees to keep going?" Terri asked me. "Anything," I said. "I'll do anything she wants, just please don't stop." While her right hand kept stroking my cock, Mary's left hand gripped the back of my neck tighter. "Anything? Really?" "Anything," I replied. "Really. Just please don't stop." "Why?" Mary asked. "What's going to happen?" "I'm going to cum." I was really close. "Not without my permission, though, are you?" Mary said. "No, not until you say." I could feel my cock filling with cum; it wouldn't be long now. "And you agree that we can do this again?" "Yes, yes, please we'll do this again!" "Whenever I want?" "Yes, whenever you want." "And maybe if you're really good," she said, "I'll let you fuck me?" "Oh, god," I was having a hard time holding back, "Yes, please I want to fuck you, but please Mary please let me cum!" "Ok," she said, "You have my permission to cum." I came harder than I had in a long, long time. Mary kept stroking me throughout my orgasm, making the sensation last, and finished by gently milking all the cum from my cock. The two of them cleaned me up with Krispy Kreme napkins while I sat in the driver's seat catching my breath, my dick slowly softening until I could do my pants back up. After a few moments, Terri said, "Thanks for that. They were telling the truth about you." "You're welcome," I said. "The pleasure was all mine." "And don't forget our agreement," Mary said. "Whenever I want." "Whenever you want," I replied. And then I drove them home. Let Me See You Taste Her You park your car and take one last look at your phone; 'I'm headed home from the club now, so I'll talk to you later' was written from me about an hour ago. Despite it being late, you figured you'd surprise me. After spending all day being bored and horny, a surprising and forceful fuck session should make you feel much, much better. You walk into the house, up the stairs as quietly as possible. You know I have the house to myself yet you still find yourself looking around for any sign of other people when suddenly a sound stops you dead in your tracks. Whimpering, no, moaning even. And it sounds nothing like me. Much higher pitched, cute whimpering moaning with intermittent begging. You creep up the second flight of stairs and hear the soft music and now, louder moaning, coming from my bedroom. You peek in past the cracked open door and your jaw drops to the floor. Sprawled out on my bed is the most adorable girl you've ever seen - with me on top of her, teasing her perfect tits with my tongue. Your hand instinctively moves to your cock, which is suddenly harder than you've ever felt it. The girl's dark hair is splayed out on my pillows as she tips her head back, licking her perfectly red lips, biting them and whimpering as I switch over to her other tit, sucking hard and ferociously. You blink to make sure this is real, taking in the entire scene. The lights are low and we're both in our underwear. My black lace bra and panty set is hugging every curve of my body, my ass in the air as I crawl up and down her body. Her tall, skinny frame lays on the bed, back arched to meet my demands. Her hands rake through my hair and everything smells like perfume and sweat. Our two bodies move as one as we grind against each other, moaning louder and kissing harder, passionately, tongues moving between or mouths, my hands pulling on her hair and her screams muffled by more kisses. You lick your lips, taking in the gorgeous scene. Now is your chance, your chance to get involved. You wait for the opportune moment, until we're both so distracted by playing with each other before you push open the door. Suddenly, like a needle being pulled from a record, we stop moving and look up at you, eyes hazy with lust, alcohol and disbelief. "Oh my god" I yelp, "What are you doing here?" Meanwhile the girl moves to cover up her chest with a pillow but in her tipsy state, barely covers much and her tits still hang out. You take a step in the room, already in your role. "I was coming to surprise you but I see that you're otherwise occupied", you snarl. I recoil, whimpering slightly, looking up at you with smudged makeup and doe eyed lust. You shake your head and grip my chin in your hand. "What are we gonna do about this?" you say, shaking your head and digging your nails into my cheek. I press my cheek harder into your hand and look down, and then at my companion. "This, is, uhm, this is Ashlee" I mumble, gesturing towards the stunning girl half-laying on the bed next to me. She nods and smiles. "Pleased to meet you". You let go of my face and run a finger down her soft, hot cheek. "Hello to you too," you purr, looking her up and down like a piece of meat. "She looks delicious," you say to me, never taking your eyes off of her. "Let see you," you say, gesturing for her to get up. She gets on her knees, looking warily back at me but I smile and nod. She lets the pillow fall to the floor and her entire body is on display. Her tight stomach, long straight hair, smokey dark eyes and tan skin with gorgeous, perky handful tits shines back at you. You smile in approval before immediately returning to your domineering attitude. "What are we going to do about this?" you say to me, looking her up and down. Before I have a chance to offer up a response you say, "I think I'd like to watch more while I decide". You settle yourself on the couch and gesture for us to resume. Your presence must be turning her on because as soon as you say this, she climbs on top of me and starts kissing my neck and shoulders. I whimper and moan, pressing my tits to hers while she unclasps my bra, letting them fall free so that they are skin to skin. You grip your hard cock through your pants and stare as we make out, suck on each others tits and grind our bodies together. "You two are very bad girls," you growl, standing up to let your pants fall to the ground, exposing your cock, standing at attention for us. Ashlee's eyes widen as she looks back and forth from me to you, confused as to what to do next. You shake your head, girls never know how to do anything useful without being told. "Take her panties off," you command, pointing from me to Ashlee, "And then your own. I want to see you both naked. Now." I do as I'm told, sliding her panties over her hips and then my own down my creamy legs, both pairs soaking wet and hit the floor in a pile of clothing. You grin like a hungry wolf, looking at the two of us in bed together, trembling, hazy, horny and naked. "Now taste her." You say to me, pointing to Ashlee's soaked pussy. She backs up on the bed and opens her legs slowly, her perfectly shaved pussy on display for both of us. I take a deep breathe and come down onto my elbows, looking over at you with your hand on your cock before tentatively licking her clit. She starts moaning immediately, fingers running through my hair and pulling me closer. "She wants more, don't you see that? She deserves better than that. Be a good girl and give her what she wants or you'll be punished." You growl from your seat, jerking your cock slowly. I start licking up and down her dripping pussy, shoving my tongue inside her and her back arches, moans slipping from her mouth, her hands turning to fists in my hair, grinding her hips against my face. I suck on her clit, teasing her pussy with my tongue repeatedly and she's nearly screaming, playing with her own tits, digging her nails in, eyes shut tightly, head tipped back. You grab your phone and snap a quick shot of this ordeal before standing up. You can tell she's about to cum and you yell at me. "Make her cum now or I swear you'll regret it." You reach around and spank my ass so hard that you can hear my muffled moaning against her pussy and suddenly, her moans turn to a tighter, high pitched whimpering, begging for it, muttering 'yes' under her breathe repeatedly as she gushes into my mouth. You see my own hand snaked under my body, teasing my clit while I pleasure her. Now's your chance. You creep up behind me while I'm still eating her out, now shoving two fingers in her tight cunt and you can hear them sliding in and out as her juicy pussy absorbs them. You get behind me on the bed and without any warning, shove every inch of your cock into my sopping wet, tight pussy. I pull away from her and scream, bucking my hips, shoving you deeper and deeper. Ashlee looks up at you and you tell her that she's next and she looks nervous but so wildly turned on that it excites you and prompts you to fuck me harder like I'm just a middle ground toy getting you closer to this. She comes up and kisses me and starts sucking on my tits while you fuck me repeatedly. Soon enough, I'm grinding against your dick and cumming everywhere, dripping onto the bed. You pull out as soon as I'm breathing normally and push me out of your way. You want to taste her. While I'm getting myself back together, you lean over and drag your tongue up Ashlee's glistening cunt and it amazes you that someone can come close to how delicious I taste. You shove your tongue in her like you watched me do and she writhes around, grinding up against your face until she's bucking her cunt against your mouth. I lean over and start teasing and sucking her tits, which sends her over the edge and she cums directly into your mouth. You groan as she drags her nails over your shoulders and through your hair, pulling you tighter and tighter against her. Finally, she lets go, her breathing ragged and she and I start to kiss again, whimpering with post-orgasmic bliss. You stand up and put your hands on your hips, your cock standing straight out at us. "Well, now it's my turn ladies," you say, tugging on your cock. We're unsure of what to do and you get angry; "Get on your goddamned knees and start sucking. I'm going to cum on your faces and that's that. So fuckin get busy or I will spank you until you're begging to suck me off". Your voice is stern, cut with an insane sense of lust that makes the entire room feel heavy. I fall to my knees on he floor and start dragging my tongue from the bottom of your dick to the top, whimpering slightly as your hands hold my head, sliding my mouth up and down the way you like it. Ashlee comes off the bed then, watching with wide eyes and that same glazed over, turned on look. You smile, and invite her to play too. I pull away and whisper something in her ear and she lights up, nodding. You look at us both in confusion and I grin devilishly; "Ashlee can deep throat" I say, my grin getting larger as I scoot over. Your eyes get wide; you've never had that feeling before. She starts licking and teasing the head of your cock before sucking on it with amazing skill. You tip your head back, nothing has ever felt like this before. Suddenly, she grabs your hands and put them on the back of her head, encouraging you to push. You push gently and your cock slides effortlessly down her throat. Jesus fuckin Christ, that feeling. You're overcome with a surge of lust and you start fucking her face relentlessly. You look down and I'm behind, eating her out while she's on her knees, her moans and whimpers muffled by your dick shoved down her throat. Suddenly, you can feel yourself about to cum but you want it all over us. "Get over here", you yell at me and pull your cock out of Ashlee's hot, wet mouth. I scoot up quickly and you're jerking your cock vigorously, staring down at our adorable waiting faces, heaving tits and full lips. You close your eyes as your orgasm surges through your body, starting in your toes and suddenly spraying all over our waiting faces. You hear yourself groaning, mixed with our moans as we take in all the cum all over our faces and tits. When you're finally spent, you look down at our gorgeous bodies covered in your cum and you smile. "Good girls," you breathe, petting us each on the head, "good, good girls". Let Me See It was almost a week later when Mary and Sandra stopped by his dorm room. Mary was bubbling with excitement. "We got an A+ on our theses. Here, take a look at the manuscript." She produced a thick folder. He looked at the cover page and began to read: "The subject was a well-developed, robust male in his early twenties. He was sandy haired with blue eyes and was 6 feet 2 inches tall and 205 pounds. His circumcised penis, when erect was larger than normal being 21 centimeters long and 18 centimeters in circumference. It was far larger than the model we studied in class. It was well formed and because it was circumcised, the glans was smooth and the helmet was well shaped. It is noted that it responded well to manual stimulation and the urinary meatus seeped preseminal fluid when faced with the possibility of sexual intercourse. During the first session, he ejaculated almost immediately while being manually stimulated but during the second session, he caused two separate researchers to orgasm before he did. Even then, it was necessary to orally stimulate him before he became so excited that he used a researcher to gain a second climax and release seminal fluid. The preseminal fluid (or pre-cum) was a clear, almost tasteless liquid but the semen (cum) itself was thick and milky, with a mild odor of bleach. It was had the reminiscent taste of saline but was not unpleasant to the palate." See the pictures inside. The first group is the completely flaccid penis. The second is the excited, erect penis. Note the ruler in one picture and the hand in another for size reference. The third group is hand stimulation causing ejaculation. Note the amount of the seminal fluid. The fourth group is the penis actually being inserted into two different vaginas. Note the lubricant being produced by the various vaginas. We were unable to take pictures of oral stimulation without revealing the identity of the researchers." Paul was very pleased and smiled as he leafed through the volume of reference material and the pictures. Mary was looking directly into his eyes when she said, "Now for the very best news. Our anatomy professor Ms. Strickland wants us to do another study, but this time on the female reproduction system and organs. She wants a couple of chapters on the female libido and intercourse. She has volunteered to be actively involved as a subject and wondered you would help us with our research. She wants us to explore both fellatio and cunnilingus." "She said if you are interested she would like to host a dinner for us at her home this coming Saturday. We could stay over Saturday night and have all day Sunday to explore our study course. She also said that some of our other female classmates may become involved later on. Since you don't take her anatomy course you would be the only male." Paul had a dreamy look in his eyes as he mused to himself, "Perhaps my second goal is obtainable after all". Let Me Serve Slowly, we glide through the lost steps of this courtly waltz, you holding and guiding me flawlessly. The music stops and you spin me in a graceful twirl, catching and pulling me back against you with strong arms. We hold hands, fingers laced together. I rise up on tiptoe to murmur softly in your ear, a question, a plea... You nod in assent, and start to speak, but I whisper, "Shhh..." and gently tug at your arm, pulling you away from the other dancers. I smile into your eyes, my lips slightly parted. Our bodies almost touch, and I back away slowly, bringing you to me again and again. We repeat this movement down the white marble hallway. I bring the tip of one finger against your lips as you start to speak again, a feather's caress. I smile and shake my head, my soft black hair falling from it's pins, spilling down my shoulders and back, covering the deep red silk of my gown. I pull you into an alcove, our eyes still locked as I reach behind me to open the door, releasing your hand, backing into the dim room. I turn, knowing by the heat in your eyes you will follow. The door's latch is the only sound as you cross the room to me, eyes faintly glowing by the firelight. You stop a few feet away, looking around. A bare hint of a smile curves my full lips as I watch you, my eyes slowly caressing your form. You take in the details of the room I have prepared, smiling in approval at the chilling wine within casual reach of the thick furs before the fireplace. Fat candles, the color of blood, ring the huge step-in bathing tub, which is filled with steaming water. As you turn your back to me, I approach on silent feet, my fingers softly caressing down the silk shirt covering your spine, a delicate massage. Softly, humbly, I ask, "May I undress thee, m'Lord?" You move to face me again, eyes softly burning with sudden desire. Staring intently into my gaze, you nod, very slightly. I smile demurely, bringing my palms up along the backs of your arms, so lightly caressing your shoulders, the sides of your neck, and down to the buttons at your throat. Keeping my eyes lowered slightly, I untie and unbutton your vest and tunic, slipping them gently over your head. As I lean forward to remove them from you, discarding them carelessly to the floor, my heavy breasts press to your chest with erect nipples. Again, my fingers dance and brush along your warmed skin, softly teasing along your belly. I kneel in a graceful heap before you, swiftly unlacing and removing your boots with gentle tugs and caresses. As I rise again, my hands stroke up along your outer thighs and hips, sliding around to lightly claw up your back, making you gasp in pleasure. Leggings follow tunic to the floor as I pull them slowly down, sinking to my knees and dropping light, teasing kisses down the center of your thigh. My soft cheek barely brushes against your stirring cock, making it twitch eagerly to my slightly parted lips. You groan softly, disappointment evident in your eyes when I stand again and take your large hand in both of my smaller ones. "Please, m'Lord, may I bathe thee now?", I ask quietly, begging with my soft lavender eyes. You nod again, and allow me to lead you into the bathing tub, easily big enough for three. Gently, I settle you into the water. Once you are composed comfortably, I undress myself quickly and slip in beside you. The water is extremely heated, almost too hot, just warm enough to sting slightly. I smile as you lean back against the pillow provided, stretching your long, hard body out fully in the tub. Taking a small, rough cloth in my hands, I soak it in the water, then trail it along your shoulders to your throat, then down to your breastbone. As I move it lower, wiping at your ribs and belly, I bring my lips to tease your nipples, pinching them gently before my tongue snakes out to lick softly, first one, then the other. I taste your skin and desire, mingling with the heat of the water as I suckle, gently at first, then biting and sucking harder, lashing my tongue across them. My hand still holds that cloth you notice as it brushes against your swelling head, making you twitch and gasp quietly. "Oh, Xeyda..." you moan as I drag the material back and forth slowly along your manhood, teasingly... My mouth slides away from your nipples, down the curve of your ribs, softly licking and nibbling to your belly. Our skin parts and slides smoothly, the water heating with passion, lubricating us. I nuzzle your stomach softly, making you sigh in anticipation, your hips moving slightly as I gently bite and lick farther down, dragging my tongue lower, to the junction of inner thigh and groin. One hand reaches into a small bowl, bringing something from it to my mouth quickly. After a brief pause, my lips brush teasingly along your sensitive head. Suddenly, I plunge down your length, the ice melted almost fully to make my mouth cool around your hot cock. You gasp, shuddering... my tongue, still holding a tiny sliver of ice, licks you firmly from the base of your cock to the tip, then tugs you back into my mouth again, slowly this time, my tongue rasping rough circles around your shaft. I nibble gently at your head as I pull away and plunge back down, not stopping... Slowly pulling away, sucking hard, I pause for another sliver of ice as I bring you almost to your peak, letting you pop from my mouth just before you cum. Again, I draw your throbbing hardness into me, faster this time. You are nearly breathless, bucking your hips, groaning and thrusting yourself deeper, straining. I take you fully, eagerly into my mouth, roughly sucking, moving faster and faster still, the ice forgotten. Your hands grip and tangle into my hair tightly, pulling my mouth down to you, faster and harder. As your hips buck upwards, I slip my arms under your back, supporting you, weightless in the water. I can feel your orgasm approaching, a low growl of bliss building in the back of your throat as you thrust again and again into my tight, hungry mouth. I sink my nails into your back, raking down to your hips. You cry out savagely, shuddering as you cum, breath caught in your throat. Every muscle locks and your grip tightens, crushing my head against you as your seed beings to spurt uncontrollably. Immediately I begin to swallow, taking all you spill with a soft moan of pleasure. My tongue, gentle once again, licks and cleans your cock with soft, delicate laps. You lay back again, releasing me, shuddering and gasping. "Oh, my Xeyda..." you pant. "Gods how you please me so..." Let Me Show You Angel asks you to read to her in bed, and you do, but you are doing it wrong. She shows you what she was hoping for. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (14 min/mp3) * * * * * Let Me Show You My Work His first photography showing had been open for a couple of days without a single patron coming to see it; despite all the generous advertising the gallery owner had given him and his work. "Don't be disappointed," he said under his breath "We haven't even had the grand opening." Trying to take comfort in the Gallery manager's words that he heard again and again in his head. 'Few show up until the show's opening, I think it's the free food and booze that attract them.' He wouldn't have to wait long the opening was scheduled for the following evening. Until then he would satisfy himself by surveying his work, making sure each print was in the exact location to show to its best advantage. He really wanted to make an impression and a statement. He had always loved this particular gallery and was thrilled when the owner approached him to show his work. He loved what he did, he was never sure if anyone else would. He loved the gallery not so much for the work it showed, although they were all good, but for the way it was laid out. All its little secluded 'rooms' made sectioning his photos into categories easier and more cohesive he thought. He particularly loved the nudes section he had tucked away near the back, hoping it would be private enough for the patrons to truly enjoy the prints without prying eyes. That is what disappointed him the most so far – no one had 'enjoyed' that section as he thought they should. Standing in the nudes room remembering the days and models of the prints he had chosen to display, he heard the familiar tinkle of the bell from the front door. Reluctantly leaving his favourite section he strolled out to the front to meet whoever had come through the door. To his surprise, he met an attractive woman he estimated to be around 25. "Hello, I'm Van Armstrong, the artist of this showing," He said stretching his hand to introduce himself. "How are you today?" Her smile lit up the gallery with its radiance. "I'm fine thank you, and yourself?" she replied. Slowly she began to move through his work, stopping briefly at every frame to admire the print, bending forward slightly to read the gallery tag describing the photo. "I'm great, you are the first person to come in and see my work." He couldn't help admire the way her floral sundress hugged her backside when she bent forward, or the glimpses of her long tanned legs as she moved. "If there is anything you are interested in or have questions about please feel free to ask." "Thank you, I will." Again her smile dazzled him and her dancing green eyes captured his fantasies. Watching her from a bench at the far end of the largest room, he wondered if she were a dancer the way she moved was grace in motion. The little dress she wore barely moved but hugged her slender body like a lover in the throes of passion. He had to look away, each move sent a familiar tingle to his loins. His member stirred slightly between his thighs with every glance. Definitely a drawback to the long hours he had been keeping trying to get this show ready. He had taken a lot of pictures and had some amazing shots, but his usually busy social life had suffered. Lost in his thoughts he didn't see her approach, he didn't see her until she had settled beside him on the bench. "You do beautiful work," she said absently fingering the hem of her dress. "I was wondering, have you always been a photographer and how did you get so good?" Watching her hand in such an intimate location sent a rush of desire though him he knew he shouldn't be feeling. This was his type of woman, the woman in all his fantasies. Golden hair and green eyes with a childlike beauty he could capture on film. "That smile could light a room from a picture," he thought wistfully, trying to stay focused on the questions she'd asked. "I've been taking pictures since I was in my teens; a friend talked me into taking pictures for the high school yearbook. I did it to be closer to her." He chuckled at the memory of his high school sweetheart. "As for getting good at it, years of practice I guess. I never go anywhere without my camera. There are hundreds of rolls represented in these few on display." It was hard for him to stop talking when someone got him started on his passions. "I have tried to be a photographer myself, but don't seem to have the eye. I thought maybe it was something you were born with." Her shy sideways glance sent his heart skittering through his chest, setting his manhood on fire. "There is more, would you like to see?" he knew he needed to stand, he hoped standing would camouflage the hard bulge in the front of his thin trousers. "Yes, please," the emphasis on the word 'please' was so inviting, he had a hard time staying focused on what he was supposed to be doing, showing an interested viewer his work. That was all. "Why did this beautiful woman have such an effect on his privates?" He followed her into the secluded section of the gallery, watching the gentle sway of her hips. He could feel the saliva in his mouth building, he wanted to taste her, he wanted to touch her. He could feel the ever hardening erection in his pants beg for its release. The 'room' with the nude selections was seductively lit, soft almost candlelight auras clung around each display. Again she slowly moved from selection to selection admiring the light and shadows. He followed a respectful distance behind her trying not to interfere with her thoughts. When her delicate hand absently brushed across her breast and nipple, he knew she was as aroused as he was. The nipple of the teased breast pushed tautly against the thin fabric of her dress. It was then he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. The soft mounds standing perkily without any support. When she stopped at the last picture on display in the room, the tiny gasp that escaped her lips was audible, she read aloud "self portrait". Turning to him she asked "how do you do that?" "What? Take a picture of myself, camera timer – the hardest part is getting the right angle." She turned back to the self portrait; it was a finely lit photograph of a man's legs and torso sitting casually on the floor, like he were sitting talking amongst friends, except without covering. "This is wonderful." She said again absently brushing her finger tips across her skin to her hard nipple. "Can I take your picture?" He asked on a whim. "Mine?" she sounded shocked that anyone would want her picture, but at the same time delighted that someone 'wanted' to take her picture. "Yes, you are beautiful. Let me go get my camera." He heard a whispered 'thank you' as he rounded the corner and found her seated demurely on the bench in the center of the room when he returned. "Perfect," he said "don't move." the focus he put on his camera temporarily took his mind off the hardness between his thighs, its stiffness subsiding somewhat. He clicked off a couple of shots, and then sat down beside her. "Can I position you?" he asked before he touched her. "Anything you want?" she said quietly. "Can you turn sideways and put one foot up here?" he said patting the bench where he'd been sitting. She did as he asked her thin dress riding high on her thigh and gracefully falling between her legs. "Now can you lean forward and rest your elbow on your knee?" Walking around to other side of the bench, he looked at his creation. "Yes," his words almost seductive. "Lean a little closer, please." She did everything he asked. "Wait," he said stepping in and sitting next to her bent leg. "May I?" he asked before reaching out to push a strand of hair away from her lips. The light touch sent sensation ricocheting though him with such intensity that his softening erection was back in full stance. It was like he had been struck by lightning. Looking at her to see if she felt the same jolt, he thought she must have, given the crimson that was rising in her cheeks. Without thinking he threaded his hand into her hair and pulled her too him, his lips seeking their target and landing on her open mouth. He kissed her with the intensity that left them both breathless. Breaking the connection he moved away only to find her lips seeking his. Pulling her into his embrace, their lips met again. The kiss deepened their tongues danced in the embers of their passion licking and sucking hungrily at each other's mouths. Moving to straddle the bench, he pulled her into his lap. Her legs wrapping gracefully around his still slender hips, her damp pussy only inches from his hard throbbing member. Entwining her arms around his neck, he clutched her tiny tight ass and pulled her into contact with his cock, they could feel each other's desire through the thin material of his pants and her thong. Her moan told him she could feel his hardness pressing against her, her head dropped back as his lips travelled across her check stopping briefly at her ear, before returning to their voyage down her throat pressing light nibbles on her exposed collarbone. Moving one hand up her back, while the other remained caressing the firm skin of her ass; he could feel her quiver with excitement. He could smell her juices seeping from her womanhood. He could feel the heat penetrating his clothes. Slipping his fingers inside her dainty underwear, he pressed them against her delicate lips; he could feel her excitement building, his own beyond control. Unaware of her movement, he felt her unbutton his trousers and slowly lower the zipper. He knew that simple action would unleash his cock to the space between them. Feeling her hand wrap tightly around his hard shaft all he wanted was to thrust it within her. Pushing her thong aside he insistently pressed a finger inside her, letting the juices run into the palm of his hand. Hoping to push her closer to the edge he pressed the heel of his hand against her erect clit. The touch sent her into moans of delight and desire. Climbing higher on his lap he felt her guide his cock into her, resting momentarily before impaling herself yet again on his thick hard shaft. Moving together, each thrust adding heat to the battle between their bodies, they exploded together, leaving them breathless and weak, still holding on to each other for strength and support. Panting heavily from the exertion, they each tried to steady their breathing, he could feel her hot breath against his shirt where she had laid her head. The front door bells tinkled sharply from the front of the gallery. Reluctantly releasing her, he stood to adjust himself and his clothing. "I'll be right with you," he called out to the patron on the other side of the partition. "No hurry," replied a voice. Returning to the beautiful woman sitting on the bench, he touched her face one more time before kissing her gently, then disappearing from the enclosure. Minutes later, as he was talking with the new patron, she appeared at his side. "When you are ready to sell your work, I would like # 355." Turning quickly she vanished out the door, setting the bells to tinkling in her wake. He couldn't help smiling to himself, #355 was his self portrait.