0 comments/ 129750 views/ 10 favorites The Beginning By: Patrick The moonlight was bright, shimmering on the water of the pool, bathing the whole garden in an almost ethereal light. I lay on the poolside lounger, deep in the shadows of the veranda, enjoying the last of the evening’s warmth from one of those typical summer super hot days. I drew slowly on one of the few cigarettes I’d allowed myself that day as I desperately tried to cut down and perhaps eventually stop. I sipped a cool drink also as I just allowed the tensions of the day to melt away. I heard the slight squeak of the back door, but didn’t turn and look, assuming it was my wife Melanie come out to see if I was ready for bed yet. Then I remembered she’d already gone in to bed a few hours previously, so tired she could hardly keep her eyes open, and I’m sure she’d have just fallen straight to sleep. That made me glance over, and my eyes widened, it was my daughter Kristine standing there looking around, a short towel wrapped around her. As her eyes turned my way, I drew forcefully on the cigarette, lighting my whole face, letting her know I was there .. but she didn’t seem to notice – or if she did, she chose to ignore it – because next moment she lifted her hands and unhooked the towel and let it cascade to the floor ...and she was naked! totally, completely naked! I drew in a breath so quick I almost swallowed the cigarette! She was absolutely gorgeous! Maybe I’d been going blind, or perhaps I just hadn’t been paying attention, because right under my nose, my darling daughter had suddenly grown up! there was shape and substance to her body now that had definitely not been there the last time I looked. Her legs were long and shapely, her ass cheeks tight and shapely, her stomach almost flat, and her breasts ... my god, her breasts ...so beautiful, high and firm. Not overly large, but topped with the most exquisite nipples, that seemed to stand out a mile, especially when she lifted her hands behind her head and stretched and arched. Then she was bending forward, swaying slightly from side to side, lifting first to the left and then to the right, giving me a perfect look at her left breast as she turned in my direction ... and my eyes feasted on it ... then moved to her tight ass cheeks as she turned to the other side. I guess because I was naked too and didn’t have tight clothes to constrain me, it came as a shock to suddenly discover that I was sporting a massive erection! one moment I was lounging there all relaxed, the next moment my 7 inches were rock hard and throbbing ... and there could only be one cause of that ...my gorgeous, sexy daughter! I felt myself flushing with guilt at the realization, but then the flush just got hotter and hotter and I realized it was no longer guilt or embarrassment ...it was fully fledged lust! Exercises completed, she stepped forward and executed a perfect dive into the pool, hardly raising a splash. I watched her swim a few lengths of the pool before realizing that this would be a perfect time for me to slip inside un-noticed, if I waited until she was almost at the other end of the pool why, she might not even hear the squeak of the door as I opened and closed it. I guess I thought too long, because on her next trip down the pool she headed straight for the steps and climbed out ...and I groaned inwardly. The steps were only a few yards away from me in bright moonlight, and as she slowly climbed out I could see her naked body in close up... I licked my lips at the sight of those gorgeous breasts again, damn, looking slightly larger this close, but still little more than half a handful ... but those nipples, wow, protruding a good quarter of an inch from large, slightly puffy surrounds ... I almost felt myself lean forward, tongue outstretched, to lick them, and my cock just throbbed and throbbed. Then she was rising even further out of the pool, far enough for me to see ...oh GOD! she had THE most delectable, delicious, pussy imaginable ...not a hair on it ...her sculptured lips standing out like a relief map of heaven ...and just the tip of her pink clit poking through. My whole body shuddered and shook, and my breath was coming a million miles an hour ... I couldn’t help myself ...I reached down and clasped my cock in my hand and started to stroke it slowly. She stood at the top of the steps looking straight at me ...or that’s how it seemed to my feverish brain ... and I even thought I detected a slight smile turn up the corners of her mouth as she lifted her hands and cupped and lightly stroked her own breasts. Then she was moving away, slowly, tantalizingly, swaying her tight ass cheeks almost invitingly ...she picked up her towel and slowly wrapped it around herself, then walked to the back door and opened it ...turning once again at the last minute and staring in my direction .. or was that yet again my fevered imaginings? As the door finally closed behind her I let out a deep groan and pumped my cock harder .. replaying those images in my mind as I brought myself closer and closer, then, EXPLODING ...shooting hot cum all up my chest, and even splashing it onto my face as I came and came and came wildly. As it tapered off I groaned again, this time out of guilt and embarrassment, damn, I was masturbating over my own daughter! I quickly lifted myself from the lounger and walked over and slid silently into the pool, washing the sticky cum from my hot body as I swam length after length, trying to exhaust myself, trying to rid myself of those hot images of Kristine ... my own daughter, Kristine. Eventually, a combination of having exploded my hot lust as I lay on the lounger, and the cool water, managed to get me to a stage where I felt I could venture back indoors. I didn’t even have a towel to dry off with, so I padded slowly inside, still dripping. I was surprised to find a towel on a chair by the door, I was sure it hadn’t been there earlier ..oh well, perhaps I just missed it. I dried off and walked into the semi darkness of the kitchen and opened the fridge to get myself a cool drink, “Can I have one too, dad?” this voice said, and I jerked up and spun around so fast I hit my head on the fridge door. She laughed, throatily, then pretended concern as she walked over and rubbed my head, “Oh, poor daddy, did you hurt yourself?” she said. I was totally in shock, lost for words. She reached around me and pulled out two cans of drink and then turned and walked away towards the lounge...well, I think she walked .. It looked more like a sensuous dance as her towel covered rear, undulated wildly. Towel covered? Damn, she hadn’t even bothered to ...and underneath ...oh god, my mind went wild ..and my towel started to tent. She glanced over her shoulder and grinned, “Come on daddy, you did want a drink, didn’t you?” In a daze I followed her, into the dimness of the lounge, a dimness lit only by the flickering light of the TV, it’s sound almost totally muted ... but then you didn’t need much sound for what was on the screen ...one of my hot, porno movies!! I stood there in total shock. Kristine moved over to the couch and sat down, placing both cans on the table at her side, and patted the seat beside her, “Well, daddy, aren’t you going to join me? it’s been such a long time since we sat and watched a movie together ...grin...remember how I used to sit on your lap and get all frightened when the baddies came on and you used to hold me tight and comfort me?” she said. I groaned, remembering those days only too well, god how she’d changed from then!, I found myself moving forward and sitting along side her and accepting the now opened can and sipping it, my eyes half glued to her and half glued to the screen, where an exceedingly young girl was in the process of unzipping the trousers of a much older man ...and the synchronicity of the scene hit me like a hammer between the eyes! Kristine was looking at the screen, slowly sipping her drink, a curious smile on her lips, “Mmm, do you think she’s really beautiful daddy?” she asked gesturing at the screen with her can. I felt myself flush, “Well ...Uh ...I guess she’s ok” I managed to stammer. She half turned and looked at me, her eyebrows raised in a quizzical look, “Ok? but this is your favorite video” she said, screwing up her face as if in an effort to remember, “Ah, yes, ‘8 out of 10, Hot, Hot, Hot!’, wasn’t that it?” My eyes almost bulged out of my head, and I had a sudden attack of coughing as my drink went down the wrong way, How? When? Oh god! Then it hit me, three weeks ago, I’d been writing in my video review book in my den when I got called away by the doorbell, only to find no one there. When I returned Kristine was standing by my desk, smiling and waiting for me with a question that could easily have waited until later, and my book ...yes it was there on the desk ...she’d looked at it! Even as these thoughts and realizations were going through my head, she was looking at me and smiling. Then she nodded, as if satisfied that I’d worked it all out, “Yes daddy, I saw your book and read it, and it intrigued me so much, when you and mom went out the next day I hunted around for your key and got out the videos and watched them ...they were so .. shocking .. yet, so ...exciting too” she said. Then turned back to the screen and licked her lips, “And this one, Mmmm, if it’s not her beauty that gives it such a high rating, could it be because she’s about to lick her daddy’s cock?” The atomic bomb seemed to go off in my head! and in my body! and I just sat there stunned, staring at my beautiful daughter staring at the screen where the girl was indeed just taking the man’s cock into her mouth. I even opened my mouth to speak half a dozen times, to deny her statement, but nothing came out except a moaning, keening sort of noise. “Am I prettier than her, daddy? Is my body nicer? .. she gave a little giggle .. I gave you plenty of time to look outside, didn’t I? or were you too busy playing with yourself?” she asked, and turned and stared me straight in the eyes. “You knew?” I squawked, “You saw?” She nodded and smiled, “Oh yes, I knew you were there, I knew you wanted to see me ...and I know you reacted, just like you’re reacting now” she said, and let her eyes drop deliberately to my lap ...my lap that was like a tent! Then her eyes were back on mine and she asked again, “Am I prettier than her daddy? Is my body nicer?” I groaned and shuddered, “Yes” I whispered “Oh God yes, much, much more beautiful and ...” “And what, daddy?” she said, leaning forward slightly. I swallowed hard, “And much, much more sexy” I blurted out. Her smile was like a cat that had just had the cream, and she lifted her hand and stroked it across my chin, then leaned forward and brushed my lips with hers. As she did that, she let her hand trail down over my naked chest, sending shivers all through me, until it brushed lightly over my tented cock, causing me to almost jump off the seat. “And do you want me to ...? Daddy? ...like in the video?” I was too much in shock to answer, and it was almost in a daze that I watched her stand up and move in front of me and lift her hands to unhook her towel and let it fall ...and she was naked. gloriously naked, right in front of me. She lifted her hands to cup her small, tight breasts, fingering her puffy nipples until they swelled even more, then trailed her hands all the way down her body to cup around her pussy, shivering herself as she did so, “You want me, daddy, don’t you? really want me? ...that’s why the video excites you ...because when you watch it you’re thinking of me aren’t you?” she whispered. I groaned and shuddered, “Yes, Yes, oh god yes, every time, I think of you? I whispered. Her smile grew wider and wider, “Mmmm, I needed to hear that daddy, needed you to say it” she said, and dropped to her knees in front of me, lifting my towel to one side and releasing my rampant, throbbing cock. “Wow, daddy, it’s so big and thick ...and hot” she said as she reached forward and cupped it. I groaned and shuddered just at the soft touch of her hands as they lightly gripped my throbbing shaft and stroked it up and down. “Mmmm much bigger than the daddy in the video” she whispered as she leaned forward and flicked her tongue like a snake across the head of my cock, causing me to jump and jerk. She looked up at me over the head of my cock and grinned, “You like that daddy? Mmmm, I want you to like it, I want to please you very much ... I’ve watched the video three times so I’d know what you like, know what to do ...well, (She giggled) actually, three and a half, there was one occasion when you and mom came back unexpectedly and nearly caught me, I had to scramble to get it out of the machine and put it away before you came in from the car.” She said, laughingly. Suddenly I remembered, just a couple of days ago, getting out the video when Melanie was out at a meeting, and finding it only half re-wound when I was always so particular about leaving everything in order. Oh god, we must have watched the same video on the same day ...I suddenly found myself wondering if it made her touch herself and play with herself the way it did me, and my cock jumped in her hands. Then I was thinking no more ...just reacting ... as her teasing tongue began to stroke lightly up and down the underside of my cock, then caress around the rim before sliding all the way back down to encompass my heavy balls. I was shuddering and shaking almost uncontrollably. Then her mouth opened wide and she started to take my swollen cock head inside ...oh god...it felt so awesome! her hot lips, her incredibly active tongue playing my cock like a beautiful flute, sending fire racing to every part of my body. And the visual stimulation was hotter than anything I’d ever experienced ...I was half staring over Kristine’s head, watching the images of a young girl licking and sucking her daddy’s cock, and at the same time seeing and feeling the same thing happening to me! virtually my whole 7 inches was now buried in her mouth and throat and she was bobbing slowly up and down, sucking and licking. Somehow I’d slid forward on the couch and my balls were dangling over the edge and she was stroking and squeezing them ... Oh God I couldn’t take much more of this and I knew it! my hands reached out and steadied her head as she came almost to the tip of my cock, and she glanced up at me ...shit, what a sight!, her cheeks bulging with my cock, her eyes so wide and hot. “Kristine ...I ...I can’t hold back .. I’m going to ...” I stammered. She slipped my cock head from her mouth and grinned up at me, “Oh yes , daddy, yes” she said, then to my utter astonishment buried my cock to the max in her mouth ...sucking and lashing it wildly with her tongue, as her hand gripped the base and pumped vigorously! ... and my whole body lifted from the couch and shuddered violently ...and I EXPLODED! oh god, that first rush of hot cum up my cock and out into her mouth was more powerful than any I’d known, so it was little wonder that she gagged and coughed, pulling her mouth from my cock. Then I was shooting cum high wide and handsome, all over her face and breasts, into her hair, everywhere, and she was squealing and moaning and pumping, her whole face alight with a joyfulness ...then her mouth was back, engulfing my still pumping, spewing cock, and she was drinking my juices down, slurping loudly, the very sound causing me to swell and spurt some more ...and over her head .. on the screen .. daddy was shooting his load over his daughters face and breasts too ...and the synchronicity blew my mind .. and I came and came and came!! Finally drained, I opened my eyes and she was sitting back grinning like a Cheshire cat, white blobs of cum streaking her gorgeous breasts. “Wow, daddy, that was awesome!” she said. Her tongue came out and licked across her lips, picking up some of my cum on the way, “Mmmm, I didn’t know it would be so tasty ...oh, the girl in the video seemed to enjoy it, but I thought that was just acting, Mmmm. now I know better” she said. I shuddered again as I watched her hot tongue scooping up my cum .. the fire still raging in me ... and I finally managed a smile, letting my eyes roam hotly over her beautiful, naked body ...and I knew what I was going to say ... “And the rest of the video? Did you watch that too?” I asked. She locked her eyes on mine, deep, dark, almost hypnotic eyes, “Yes, daddy, I watched ...everything” she said softly, yet, hotly. I nodded, smiling, “And you want ...everything?” I asked. It was her turn to shudder, her tongue darting out and across her lips, her breasts seeming to swell as the ripple went through her body. “In the video, the father licks all his cum off his daughter’s body, then teases and arouses every part of her ...then ...” I said. She gulped, nodding slightly, “I know” she whispered hoarsely. I glanced around to the bedroom, licking my lips, “But if your mother comes” I said hesitantly. Her chuckle was as hot and horny as anything I’d ever heard, “Oh, I don’t think so” she said, grinning, “You remember those sleeping tablets that she got when she had the bad tooth?” My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped, “You didn’t?” I gasped. She nodded, “Two, in her hot chocolate tonight, she wont surface until sometime tomorrow!” she said, and her grin was a mile wide. And I was grinning too, grinning and moving forward, pressing her back onto the floor, then reaching back and pulling the cushions from the couch to place under her, “Mmmm, quite the little plotter and planner aren’t you” I said. She grinned up at me, “Do you mind, daddy, do you really mind?” “Oh yes” I said, looking at her with mock sternness, “And I’m about to show you how much I mind ...such behavior, such sneaky behavior” ...and I leaned down and began to lick my sticky cum from her breasts. With a shuddering moan, she closed her eyes and arched her body into my mouth ... it wasn’t the last shuddering moan she let out as my lips and tongue trailed over her amazing breasts and nipples, which seemed to have a life all of their own, pulsing and swelling in my mouth, jumping and jerking as my tongue lashed them. Mmm her nipples were extraordinarily long ...and so, so sensitive that she orgasmed three times as I licked and sucked them, each time calling out my name, each time begging me not to stop ... well. I certainly had no intention of doing that, I was totally wrapped in her beauty and sexuality ...totally on fire within myself. Well I remembered the video too .. hell I’d watched it often enough, imagining Kristine as the girl in the movie – so I was determined to make it as good, if not better than that. So I licked and sucked and stroked, teased and tormented and tantalized, bringing her to wild orgasm after wild orgasm until she was almost constantly shaking and shuddering, begging for more, pleading for ... And then came that glorious moment, the moment when my big cock head pressed gently into the folds of her naked pussy lips ..and she screamed out her demands, “Yes Daddy, yes, oh please, daddy, fill me ..oh god daddy ..yes” Slowly, with infinite patience I ignored her urgent pleadings and eased my big cock into her, allowing her pussy walls to expand comfortably, stopping at points along the way to lick and suck on her breasts and rock hard nipples ...and then I was in ...all the way in ... resting my weight on her momentarily as I savored the feel of every inch of my throbbing cock being caressed by her hot pussy. Suddenly she lifted and arched and screamed, as an orgasm swept through her, a quite different orgasm, the ones that only come from feeling a throbbing cock deep inside you, and I waited until it started to subside before moving my cock gently back and forth, each stroke becoming longer and slightly faster, until I was drawing my cock out so that only the very tip remained between her quivering lips, before thrusting back hard and fast and DEEP!, “Yes, Daddy, Yes, Oh yes fuck me daddy, fuck me!” she screamed ...and I obliged!! I couldn’t have done otherwise! I wanted her so much by now that I would have walked over red hot coals to get my cock into her writhing, shuddering pussy. The Beginning “Yes Kristine, daddy wants you, daddy wants to FUCK YOU” I yelled, and started to pound my cock into her with renewed vigor, lifting her ass cheeks high and pounding down into her, hearing the squelch of her juices as my cock acted like a plunger in her steaming pussy, hearing her wild screams, hearing my own roar as ... MY COCK DISINTEGRATED IN HER HOT PUSSY!! At least that’s what it seemed like! I had never, ever, in all my life, CUM like that ... like a volcano erupting it’s hot lava and covering the whole world! ...and Kristine?, well she seemed to be having the same reaction ..totally out of control ...her hot pussy juices spurting and spewing all over my thrusting cock, her body turning to shivering, shuddering jelly as I poured my hot seed into her over and over again. I think we both passed out with the intensity of it all, because my next recollection was the scratchy hiss of the TV that indicated that the video had finished. I turned to Kristine and found her grinning a little lopsidedly at me, her eyes still deep and languid. She flicked her eyes at the screen and whispered, “Do you think they enjoyed it as much as we did, daddy?” I laughed and shook my head, “I can’t speak for you, but no one could have enjoyed it as much as I just did!!” I said. She hugged me close, “Oh, I’m so glad, daddy, so glad it was good for you ... wow .. I thought I’d never stop cumming ..it was heaps better for me than for the girl on the video, I’m sure ...then she grinned impishly at me ..Mmm, perhaps we should put our own video out, in competition” she said. I laughed, “I don’t think there’s a film strong enough to take our heat!” I said. She sat up, letting me drown my eyes in her glorious breasts again, and trailed her finger down over my chest, staring me straight in the eyes, with that hot, horny look, “We could give it a title like ‘The first of many’ ... or ‘Every day is daughter’s day’ .. or” she said. I reached up and drew her face down and kissed her deeply and passionately, our tongues dueling madly, then pulled back, grinning, “You don’t have to go on, I get the message ...and ... Yes, yes, yes. I want to fuck my hot little daughter again and again and again!!” I said, then drew her close and kissed her passionately ... a kiss that led to ... well! ... a promise is a promise, and there was no time like the present to start to keep it!! The Beginning As he is standing outside her door he can feel his heart in his throat. She opens the door and looks him over. Walking around him she orders him to strip and as he does she takes in what stands before her. "Follow me" she leads him to her play room. he is placed on a table which has been lowered. his arms and legs tied tightly so he can not move. She tests his ties to make sure he is secure. "Isn't this what you wanted?" she smiles as her crop runs over his body. Knowing he can not answer her "WELL???!!" her crop finds its mark "CRACK" the first whelp has been made and he knows there are many more to follow. Again and again her crop lays into his skin. The pain showing on his face, the tension showing in his body. She smiles and runs her hand over the marks. Enjoying the heat and the feel of his skin. Removing the gag from his mouth she leans down and whispers "And now we will see how well you can service Me." his eyes wide as she lowers herself down over his waiting mouth. The crop runs up and down his body and his tongue slides in and out of her lips. Flicking his tongue repeatedly over her clit and in and out of her hole. She begins to shudder and bears down her weight on him as an orgasm rips through her body. Sucking and pulling at her clit and then sliding his tongue back to taste her sweet juices he smiles in his mind. Knowing that if he shows otherwise there will be so much more pain. Once she has subsided she lifts herself off of him "Now little one you will rest for this is just the beginning." Smiling in his mind knowing he has done well She turns and looks at him and the peaceful look that has come across his face. Smiling to Herself while grabbing a hood off the table of tricks. She silently slips her boots off so there is no sound as she walks back to the table where he is laying. Suddenly he is plunged into darkness as the crop finds its mark on his legs and thighs. Tension takes over his body as he tries not to cry out. Biting his lower lips as the pain rips through him again and again. She smiles watching him jump with each sting of the crop. Watching his body she sees that he is slowly becoming hard through all of this pain. Her eyes open wide as she grabs his semi hard dick. Pulling at it gentle at first she feels it harden in her hand. Straddling his waist she starts to move her hands up and down his dick very slowly. Allowing him to enjoy the feeling. Soon his hips move to match her strokes. Smiling to herself she tightens her grip and increases her speed. A small moan escapes his lips "enjoying yourself little one?" She turns and looks at his hooded face never slowing down her hands. Shaking his head yes she increases her speed. "Tell Me when little one." Feeling his dick start to jump and twitch in her hand "Please Mistress now." As the words leave his lips she lets go. Watching his dick jump and twitch, his body tense, his hips buck wildly. Locking her legs around his for fear she may fall as wildly as he is moving he cries out. Knowing that his body is screaming to be touched. She climbs down off of him removing the hood. She kisses him on the top of his head. Good night little one. Hearing the door close he smiles through the pain in his body knowing that he is owned. As the sun starts to show itself in the sky she wakes. Laying in her bed she thinks fondly of the little one she has tied in her playroom. Stretching she starts her day, dressing in a robe she heads down to the room where he is sleeping. Opening the door slightly she sees him sleeping peacefully. Entering the room she slips a larger hook between his bound wrists. Pulling his arms above his head she sees the look of shock come across his face as his body leaves the table. Once in the air she looks him over. "Morning little one did you sleep well?" a look of fear enters his eyes "yes Mistress" smiling at him she drops her robe exposing her body to him. Picking up the whip that is on the table. "So little one let us start the day off right shall we?" switching the whip from left to right she walks around her little one letting her whip trail lightly across his body she watches him become tense. "Relax for I did not say how we would start the day." Leaving him to hang there she head out of the room. After her shower and a light breakfast she returns to him. Laying her whip across his hanging body and watching his face with ever hit she smiles. "But isn't this what you wanted?" she stops and waits for him to answer. Waiting to hear his safe word. "yes Mistress" she lays into him again and again. Letting him down she unties him leaving him to nurse his wounds. "When I return we will see how you act outside of these 4 walls." Returning to him an hour later after a short rest, walking in she eyes him waiting to see if there is any sign of defiance with him. Smiling at him she takes his leash and attaches it to his collar. Allowing him to stand she sees he towers over her. Leading him out of the room she takes him to her living space she pulls on his leash and he drops to his knees. Walking over to her chair he kneels before her. Looking him over she sees a look in his eyes she hasn't seen before. She knows he is broken and will remain and serve without any incident. Placing her hand on his head and feeling him lean into her touch she smiles as she pushes his head to the floor and places her feet on his back. For now he will spend sometime as a foot rest. She sits with her feet on his back occasionally digging her heel into him. Never moving or flinching she smiles. "Ah my little one you will work out so nicely. Now go and draw a bath for me." Crawling out into the hall way she can hear his leash dragging on the floor. She slowly moves towards the hallway and watches him as he crawls towards the bathroom. Walking slowly behind him she can see his face in the mirror and the smile that crosses his lips as he sees her in the mirror watching him. Shaking her head she follows him to the bathroom smiling at the sight of him crawling around. Standing in the doorway with her arms crossed she watches. Once the bath is drawn she steps into the water, sitting slowly with her eyes on him the whole time. "Sit little one." he sits close to the tub watching her as she lowers herself into the water and lays back. Watching as her hands roam over her body she can see the lust in his eyes, grabbing his leash she pulls him close and lets her lips drag over his. Feeling him return her kiss she pulls away from him. Her eyes lock with his as she pulls him into the bath with her. Sitting him on the other side of the tub she places her feet in his lap and can feel him getting hard. Placing one foot on either side of his growing dick she begins to move them up and down. Watching the look on his face she lets him enjoy this for a few moments. Letting go of him she moves closer to him. Placing a leg on either side of him she smiles at him and kisses him deeply. She can feel him jump wanting to put his arms around her and pull her close but knowing he cant. She pulls back and smiles feeling his heart race she leans in closer and whispers in his ear "And now your reward for being such a good little one." Reaching down she takes his hard dick and slowly slides it into her. Pushing down slowly so he can feel himself going all the way into her. Placing her hands on his shoulders she moves slowly sliding him in and out of her. Feeling his body tense she knows he will not last long. Stopping she looks at him, as their eyes lock she can see his submission to her in his eyes. Seeing this in him she knows she will not last long either, moving again with a quicker pace she feels herself start to build and him with her. Taking them both over the edge she feels his hands on her body even knowing that he cant she can not see reason for punishing him in the throws of passion. Breaking there embrace she pushes back away from him and smiles. "From now on little one you are mine and your freedom is gone." Getting out of the tub she leaves him there. Walking away she looks over her shoulder "Clean up and go back to your room for you are done for today." The Beginning "Strip!" The word took her by surprise as she came through the door. Her lover took a step back away from her and repeated the demand. She looked back at him blankly, hearing, but not totally understanding. "I know you heard me, honey. Take your clothes off, now." "But"...... The sound had barely left he lips when he spun her around and deftly, with one hand, lifted her skirt. "What are you doing?" was all she could manage as he led her to the recliner and placed her face down over his lap. "We obviously need to come to some sort of understanding during your visit this weekend", he said as he pulled her panties down to her knees. "During your time here, you will be available to me, when and however I choose." The words came to her ears at the same time she felt his hand strike her ass. His mark was left not only on the tender flesh; it seared through her crotch to her brain. Not knowing what to think or how to react, she tried what had always worked in the past. Tears. "Now, now. You know that those aren't real", he said as his hand now smoothed the reddened flesh. "We've talked about this before. Your wish to take a break from being in control of everything. A chance to let go. You obviously thought I didn't understand. But I do know what you've wanted." She considered his words and couldn't help the involuntary motion of her hips. "There will be none of that, my sweet," he whispered. "Your pleasure will come at my direction this time, when and how I direct." His hand once again found its mark, alternating between the sharp smacks of a tormentor and the soothing caress of a lover. She could feel herself reacting to his touch. Finding the feeling that she had longed for. Someone to make the decisions, to lead the way. The spanking stopped abruptly, she shuddered as his touch left her. There was a pause that was filled with the promise of things to come, if she could only bring herself to accept what lie ahead. Her mind reeled, trying to figure out what her next step should be. What did he want? Afraid to break the spell of the moment she chose to lie still, waiting for his words to guide her. "Please stand", he said. She awkwardly tried to find her feet as she moved from his lap. She began to reach for the silk underwear that hampered her movement. "No". The directness of his words stopped her hands and they came to rest by her side. "You may remove them and the rest of your clothing" he said as he headed toward the kitchen. "You must be famished after your drive. You can put your things in the bedroom. Dinner will be ready in a minute." The sound of his voice trailed off as he left the room. She stood in the center of the living room. For the first time she noticed the sultry jazz playing on stereo, the candles that had been placed around the room. "This was not a random act on his part", she thought. Her hands reached tentatively for the buttons of her sweater, knowing that as each one came undone, she was opening a door to the unknown. The sweater fell silently at her feet. After putting her things in the bedroom, she headed to the bathroom. Refuge. A moment to think. She turned on the water and sat on the toilet, the cold plastic of the seat shocking her for an instant. "We had talked about this sort of thing", she thought to herself as she considered what had just happened in the living room. But that's exactly what she thought it had been. Talk, and nothing more. But this? Actually letting someone else take control of, control of what? Well of her, which was something different, wasn't it? While it might have been something different, the thought occurred to her that it was certainly something that had gotten her attention. Something that she had quite frankly (if not with a little embarrassment) enjoyed quite a bit. Still undecided about what to do next, she stood, noticing her reflection in the mirror on the door. Her nipples told her the truth that her mind was even now wrestling with. They stood out, firm and hard, the skin around them puckered. Her hand traveled slowly to her breast, and a shudder ran through her body as she squeezed the nipple. The sensation weakened her, and she realized that she wanted, no, needed the hand squeezing her nipple to be HIS hand. It was that hand she wanted to bring her the pleasure she craved. A pleasure mixed with the tantalizing sensation discomfort. Something a little rougher. Her other lovers had always been so gentle. Perhaps it was her diminutive size that brought that out in men. She had no guess as to why other men she'd been with had always brought her to orgasm with a light touch. Inside, her mind had screamed out for them to not be so dainty. To take her, use her. "That was alright, wasn't it", she wondered. "My God, making love was one thing", she thought, and it did have its place, "but sometimes a girl just wants to get fucked." The word brought redness to her cheeks as it filled her mind with the picture, the picture of what might just happen this weekend. "It's funny", she thought. "I have the power to decide whether or not I want to be submissive, if only for a night." It was then that she realized the gift her lover was to give to her, and she turned, twisted the water spigot closed, and reached for the door to meet the man she loved. He was seated at the table. Not eating, just contemplating the glass of Merlot that he held in his hand. As she approached him, he turned and stood to pull out the chair to his right, offering her the chair. "You are so beautiful", he said, as she sat. The rough fabric of the chair felt prickly on her bare skin. "Wine?" he asked, not waiting for her response but pouring the ruby liquid into her glass. He then busied himself around the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the meal. As he served, she looked at him, knowing that she loved him and that she would do anything that he asked. She felt a longing that she hadn't known existed. He came around her, to place the dish he had prepared on her plate. He then set the platter on the table and rested his hands on her naked shoulders. "Are you cold?" he asked, almost a whisper as his lips brushed her ear. She could feel the warmth of his breath as his tongue began to fondle the lobe of her ear. She barely noticed his right hand leave her shoulder, moving down, seeking out the nipple she had moments ago been squeezing. He took up the flesh of her breast between his thumb and forefinger and pressed. As he pressed, she could once again feel herself nearly melting. "You can tell me to stop at anytime, and the game will be over", he whispered, as his hand continued to fondle her breast and nipple. At times pinching, but then a soft caress. The sensations were enough to drive her mad, she thought as she shifted in the chair in a vain attempt to find release. She knew she was aroused. She was familiar with the feeling, but never had it been so intense. Perhaps it was the mystery, maybe the new-ness of the experience. She knew then that she wanted more. Wanted to take whatever this man wanted to give to her. To enjoy him, and herself to the fullest. "Not hungry, my dear?" he asked, as a joke. Any appetite for food that she might have had was long gone. He returned to his chair. Picking up his glass, he offered a toast. "To the mysteries of love", he said. And she raised her glass in silent agreement. The Beginning Not such a bad evening, Tammy and I (Dawn of course) had just became of age and were preparing for our coming out party being which is held once a year at the town hall. "Dawn love, your blonde hair is getting to long, it should be cut again, just above the shoulders," Tammy chatted as she brushed me... Tam is totally in love with me, I know she is a lesbian. We grew up together and the best of friends. Kissing and hugging all the time. I love her to, but tonight I really want a man... I was busy with my cranberry lipstick on my pout lips. My black mascara and pink eye shadow made me feel sexy and hopeful the boys would yearn for me. Still a virgin, I was wanted to break free and become a women. All 5'2" of me at 106 pounds was feeling wild tonight. My 32b bra felt tight and I knew my period was not far away. I looked at my flat tummy and rubbed it. My pink eyelash panties clung to my hips. I stood up and wiggled myself into my gray square-peg dress. It fit snuggly and stopped short enough to expose my knees and a good part of my thighs. Soon it was time to go and we left walking to the hall. Tam and I always held hands, hugging and kissing. I could only dream of what was to be. At the hall, we went directly to the bar area with the intention of drinking a Tom Collins, being vodka, dad and mom wouldn't know their daughter was living it up. Well as we approached, Tam ordered a Tom Collins and as I was going to say "Make it two," I felt a warm sensation and I looked into the eyes of the bartender and my words were, "I'll have a coke.".. his eyes were powerful, like I had never felt before... he need a good tanning session... his stare commanded my attention... Of course, I tried to change the order, but the warm feeling and power of the bartender seemed to have control over me. So all-night as I went to the bar, sometimes just to stand there, I kept being flush and confused. Many a boy asked me to dance and I refused them all. Not what I had intended to do. The night passed quickly and Tammy came over and asked me to take a cab home alone. She was leaving with her new man... what Tammy with a boy, no way. What is going on... Me, I walked home alone and the weird sensation continued. I kept rubbing my belly and breasts as I walked and my thoughts were on the bartender. I arrived home and was in a cold sweat. As I entered, dad and mom were in bed... dad is such a jerk for a step-father... he usually stays up and waits for me... thank god for no curfew tonight... I went directly to the bathroom, stripped my cloths and stepped into the shower. I shaved under my arms and legs, although I had done this earlier. My mound hair had never required care. My mind was restless and I found myself pressing my mound and running my hand thought my pubic hairs as if combing them for display. My finger found my g spot... oh where is Tammy now, I really need her to slumber with tonight... I wonder what the bartenders name is... oh so cute... Joseph????? Why did I think of that name, I don't know anyone named Joseph. The water ran off my firm breasts which have no bounce and I pinched my brown nipples until they were erect. When the water turned cold, I dried and walked out of the bathroom nude,... why am I naked... walking down the hall to my bedroom. My parent's bedroom door opened and dad appeared in the hallway. He had not seen me nude since I was a child, but it didn't bother me. I walked up to dad and have him a hug. We always kissed on the lips (briefly), but as we hugged, I felt his erection against me and I placed my mouth on his neck and sucked... strange, why am I doing this... and we parted. "Good night Dawn," was the only response from dad. "Good night dad," was mine and I continued to walk naked to my bedroom. I closed the door and put on my white silk pj's, pulled the blanket back and lay on my back... oh god, and I wanted a man tonight, for the first time... and quickly fell asleep. Sometime in the night, I felt the warmth come back to my body. I knew I was feeling my breasts and moaning. As I opened my eyes, I was looking at man, standing at the foot of my bed. "Get out," I shouted. The man did not speak. Before I could scream, our eyes made contact and I felt the heat from his pupils and his irises were moving red objects.... oh he is so handsome, so powerful, I must be dreaming... I was spell bound and sweat poured from my temple. My lips became dry and my mouth craved for water. Our eyes remained locked together and soon I was nude... how can I be naked before him, who striped me naked?... As I tried to keep my legs together so he could not rape me, they soon were spread wide, with the bottom of my feet flat on the bed. My knees were raised and suddenly, it felt like two whips were stuck across my legs and they were spread even further apart. My arms were held away from my body by some unknown force. My hips were being raised and I was exposed... no, this is not right. Wake up Dawn... I'm in heat. Please don't let this dream end... The man opened his black cloak and my eyes moved from his to stare at his shaft. It was fully erect and appeared to have a knot at the end, much like Tammy's dog Rex. His belly was full of course hair and he came forward on to me. I did not feel his heavy weight, just the feel of his body on my flat belly and breasts. His lips touched mine and we kissed as lovers. When his mouth opened, my tongue enters his mouth. I felt the roof of his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth. My tongue touched a sharp eyetooth and then the other. His tongue entered me and touched my throat. Our saliva mixed and I was drunk in fear and excitement. I wanted him for my lover. I felt my legs being pulled even wider apart and he raised. I looked and seen his magnificent shaft aimed at my vagina. He thrust forward in great speed and power. His thrust broke though my hymen and his knot breached my hole.... aahhh I know we are tied... like dogs... We were locked together and I felt his throbbing penis. His knot and width were massaging my g spot. I screamed and screamed in joy and our bodies clung together as one. His was massaging my breasts, my hands were set free and I clung to his back, raking my fingernails across his back. I could not touch his skin, only his matted hair. My legs became wrapped tightly around his buttocks and I pushed him deeper into me. My vagina muscles stoked his knot and shaft. His lips came towards mine. I opened my mouth in expectation. "Kiss me, my lover," I whispered as I closed my eyes for the first time. I felt him brush my lips and swiftly I felt my face being turned towards my right shoulder. The left side of my neck lay ready for his kiss. "AUGH... ," I moaned as I felt a sharp pain and I felt his mouth sucking on me. His eye teeth pierced my skin, deep into my flesh. I felt a sensation that can't be explained and a peace that I had never felt. I knew my man, my master... my Joseph?... was drawing my life from me and I wanted him to have my body. His hips pounded me harder and I exploded in my first organism. I messaged his knot and suddenly, I felt a flood of liquid deep inside of my womb. It was like a faucet being turned on. More and more of my master's seed was spilled into me. His sucking slowed and my heart beat was hardly a whimper. I was near death and I wanted my master to take all of me. I felt the dampness of my blood leaking from his full mouth. My master departed from me and suddenly my legs were raised by some power and not a drop of seed was wasted from my body. My neck felt damp. I could not speak. With my legs extended in air, I felt the lips of my master on my pussy lips... he has sealed my pussy lips so his sperm remains deep inside of me... His cock was inches from my open mouth. I looked upward towards his testicles and cock. I seen my dew and his seed, my blood and I waited to clean him... For naught... My master left as he came, without a word. How he left I do not know. I continued to be raised until I felt a pain in my tummy. I knew that my master's seed had found an egg and now I carried. My legs fell to the bed and I felt like life was leaving me... I touched my neck and felt the bites... this must be blood on me... is it his... is it mine... I took my wet finger and placed it inside my mouth and licked it clean of its wetness... oh I am so at peace... the remained of his sperm left my pussy and entered my body... I dreamed of my rapist... and I heard a loud knock on my door. "Are you OK Dawn?," was the sound of my step-father. "Yes daddy, I just need rest," were the last words that night as I fell into a deep sleep... The Beginning This is the first story of a series. The second in the series is called The Park. * * * * * Another Friday night I'm home alone and wishing I were any other place but here alone in my room. The house quiet and dark save for the radio playing softly in the background tuned to some all night love song dedications. The small lamp on my bedside table casting the only flickers of light against the light pink shade of my walls. Daddy should have been home hours ago but as had grown increasingly usual he had not yet arrived nor had he called to say he would be late. Loneliness creeps into my heart and my eyes fill with tears as I remember how close he and I once were. As far back as I can remember I had always been "Daddy's little girl", and when mom first died our bond seemed to grow that much stronger as if both of us needed each other even more now. Leaning over and reaching into my bedside table I withdraw a floral photo album that I had found in the attic months before. The edges of the plastic pages worn from my fingers constantly flipping them as I stare again at all the pictures of Daddy and me. Smiling to myself as I remember asking mom once why she was never in any of the pictures and her simple reply being, "I was always the one taking them." Such happy faces on each and every page as I continue to flip through. Pictures of Daddy and I at the park, the beach, school plays, vacations, and here in our home. My heart fills with love as I see my handsome Daddy holding me in his arms or kissing the top of my head all with that same smile of pride on his own face. Sighing softly to myself, wondering what went wrong? What had I done that had driven my Daddy so far away from me? After mom passed I worked very hard to show him that I could be everything that he wanted and needed. I cooked and cleaned and kept up my studies all in the hopes of making his life easier. At first he turned to me and comforted me in a way that any father would when their only child has lost their mother. The nightmares of losing him to deaths door as I had my mother driving me to his bedroom every night where I would curl against him and he would caress me softly until sleep would claim me. And then the feelings within me began to change and our times together became more controlled and tense. Eating dinner or sitting and watching TV together I would catch him out of the corner of my eye looking at me in a way that I did not understand. His expression almost painful as if he were torn between what he was thinking and what he was feeling. Slowly over the last few months he has pushed away from me and I no longer curl against him in his bed when the nightmares wake me from my sleep. Smiling to myself as I see the last picture in my album. Me, standing in a simple, silk and lace peach gown in front of the fireplace. Giggling, I remember the trouble Daddy had setting up the camera to capture our picture on that night of my first Prom. Hearing his words in my mind again, "I wish I was taking you tonight Love," a single tear slips down my cheek. Didn't he know that I would have given anything to spend that night with him then go with Greg? Couldn't he see that I loved him more than anyone in the world? Thinking back again to that night and how happy I was that he waited up for me. The look of relief that passed over his face when I walked into the living room and kissed him on the cheek as his sat in his favorite overstuffed chair. My mind drifts further as I remember our talk. "Sit down Angel," he said. Looking at him curiously and sitting on the soft cushioned ottoman that his feet were resting on. Tucking my dress in comfortably against my thighs as he sits up and rests his elbows on his knees, leaning in to speak to me. "How was your evening Love?" he asks. "Oh, Daddy it was very nice." "Good. I am glad you had a good time. And Greg treated you well I assume?" he asks as he looks at me more intently, taking in my gown and long flowing brown hair. "Of course Daddy, he wouldn't want to deal with you," I tease. Leaning in further he takes one of my small hands in his much larger ones. Caressing my slender fingers with his thumbs my lashes flutter and my heart pounds as I look up at him. "Angel, did you come straight home from the Prom?" he asks, his eyes probing for my answer. Smiling, "Yes, Daddy why?" His thumbs caressing more firmly he says, "Do not be coy with me, I know what happens on Prom night." Blushing I turn my face and my eyes look away from him. Having never had the "sex" talk with anyone other than my closest girlfriends I cannot bear to look at him. One hand leaving my own his index finger curls under my chin and he turns my face back to look at him. His dark eyes probing deeply into my soul, I know that I could never hide anything from him. "Are you a virgin Angel?" he wants to know. Nodding, "Yes, Daddy." "Angel do not lie to me. It is very important that you answer me with complete honesty and I expect nothing less." "I know Daddy and I swear, I am a virgin," I answer almost pleadingly. Smiling his finger leaves my chin and returns to my smooth hand as his thumb joins the other and his gentle caress returns. "Did your mother ever speak to you about sex Angel?" "No, Daddy," I answer as my cheeks burn with my blush and my embarrassment grows with each passing second. "You did take sex education in school, did you not?" he questions. "Yes, Daddy I did." "I want to tell you something Angel and I want you to listen carefully. Sex is not a game or a toy to be given away and played with. There is something magical that can happen between two people who give of themselves to one another. You are a very good girl and you have turned into an exceptionally beautiful woman. It would be shame to waist your charms and gifts on a simple boy who cannot think past 10 minutes of passion." Shifting a little more uncomfortably on the ottoman I feel the slight flutter of butterflies stir in my tummy. The soft light across the room plays shadows on his face as I watch his lips move and his gentle tone settles over me. My embarrassment slowly starts to fade as pride washes over me at Daddy's kind words of my beauty. "Angel, I want you to promise me something," he says. His tone telling me this is not a question he is asking to gain my promise but yet a demand. "Anything Daddy," I respond surely. "You will not give yourself and your virginity, the very gift of your essence, to someone so undeserving as the boys I allow to come and pick you up on the weekends." "I promise Daddy," I quickly say. "Do not rush to make a promise you are unsure in your heart you can keep. Remember Angel I want your honesty." "I'm not rushing Daddy, I want to make you this promise. I will always keep my promise to you," I say the words at the very moment I know in my heart that I will never give myself to another. Leaning back in my bed and curling over onto my side, my knees slightly bent and my feet dangling off the edge I replay that night and this conversation in my mind. How many times have I thought of that night? How thankful and relieved I was that I was able to hold Greg off and not give in to his persistent queries for sex. Remembering sitting there on that ottoman, so close to my Daddy his breath would tickle my cheeks as he spoke. Wishing deep inside that he would touch me, that he would be the one to have me and knowing how wrong it was to feel this. Loving Daddy so much and wanting to be his forever and always but never being able to say the words or show him just what is inside of me. Sighing, my lashes flutter and my heartbeat slows to a gentle rhythm. My thoughts drifting again as sleep slowly begins to claim me. Coming awake quickly and sitting up in bed, my heart pounding in my chest as I hear the stairs creek. My eyes darting to my bedside clock and I see that it is past 2:00am. Taking slow and deep breaths I wait as patiently as my pounding heart will allow, wanting to scream from having been awoken this away but still so sleepy I'm unsure of what I'm thinking. Hoping against all hope that it is my Daddy's heavy feet I hear on the stairs, knowing that it is him but the gripping fear of the unknown keeping my heart pounding at a quick pace. Turning slightly on my bed, my feet slip further off the side and land gently on the floor as I curl my toes in my socks. The creak stops and silence continues and I feel I'm going to jump out of my skin. The brass knob on my bedroom door slowly begins to turn as someone quietly pushes it inward. The tall dark shadow slips around the side and the scream catches in my throat as tears slide down my sleep creased cheeks. "Angel, are you awake Love?" Daddy whispers softly. My heart pounds in my ears and I can barely hear his words as my tears overwhelm me and I cover my face and cry softly into my palms. Daddy hearing the soft whimper of my tears glides gracefully over to my bed and sits down to wrap me in his strong arms, cradling me in his embrace and rocking me slowly. "What is it Love? What has gotten you so upset?" he asks concerned. Shaking my head and sniffling, "Nothing Daddy, you just scared me is all." Knowing in my heart that it is more than fear that has brought me to this emotional brink at this moment. My wants and needs and desires of these last months so confusing and so hard to control and accept and deal with. His hands slide gently along my back and his lips meet my forehead in a tender kiss. "Calm now Angel. Relax, Daddy is home," he assures me confidently. Nodding I cannot speak as the tears slowly dry on my cheeks and my heart returns to normal. My thoughts beginning to run quickly together again as I wonder if I'm losing my mind? Taking a deep breath and pulling back from his protecting embrace I look up at him with tear kissed lashes. "Why are you home so late?" I question. "I needed some time away to think Love," he says through a deep sigh that pushes his chest tighter against his white collared shirt and simple navy and silver tie. "Why Daddy, what is wrong?" "Nothing Love. Everything will be fine from this moment on," he replies with a sense of sureness in his tone. Looking up into his eyes and wanting to question him further but feeling as if I do not have to. "Are you very tired Love?" he asks. Shaking my head and feeling more awake at this moment then I ever have he smiles at me and reaches up to loosen his tie. "Did you eat dinner Daddy? I made spaghetti for us earlier." "That was very sweet but I'm not hungry right now." Caressing my now dry cheek with his finger as he slowly comes off my bed and to his feet he towers above me. "I'm going to take a shower and wash away the day and then I'd like to spend some time with you. It has been much too long since you and I have sat and shared our day together," he says. My heart soars and I don't think I could go back to sleep at this moment if my very life depended on it. Having waited so long for him everyday in the hopes that one day he would come to me and want me to sit with him again. "Why don't you get comfortable and come to my room in a half hour," he says as he walks purposely to my door and leaves again. Sitting up straighter on my bed and looking around my room I wonder if I'm still asleep and dreaming that he was just here. His cologne lingers in the air and I sniff deeply, taking in his sent and making it one with me. Flickers of anticipation begin in my tummy as I stand up and begin opening drawers on my long oak dresser. Happy to get out of my school clothes and even happier to be doing this for Daddy, I take my time and search for something both comfortable and pleasing to the eye. Hearing the water start in the bathroom I smile as my fingers drift over pajamas and nightgowns, panties and night shorts. Settling softly on a thin white satin gown and knowing it will go perfect with the white and red silk Komono Daddy bought me for my birthday last year. Standing up and slowly removing my jeans and top, stepping out of my panties and reaching around to unhook my uncomfortable bra. Reaching on top of my dresser and opening the small round plastic box and slipping my fingers inside to take hold of the fluffy, fur covered cloth. Patting the cloth against the white lavender scented powder and bringing it to me I glide it over my naked body. Sucking my stomach in slightly as I slip up over my belly button and follow up to lightly brush beneath my slight but firm breasts. My nipples harden and the hair on my skin tingles as I sigh and slide the cloth further up and along my neck. Returning the cloth to the box and taking a deep sniff of the lavender scent on my skin I reach inside my dresser and remove a clean pair of white satin panties, always careful to match everything that I wear. Stepping my small feet in and sliding the material up over my calves, then thighs, and smoothing up and over my hips as the high cut of the panty legs hugs me tightly. Wrapping my fingers in the soft material of my gown and lifting it over my head, letting it slip of it's own free will down the length of my arms and pool above my perky tits. My hands following the material and my fingers curling in the hem and gently tugging the gown down my sides and over the slight swell of my hips. The thin straps resting gently on my shoulders and the "V" neck opening slightly to reveal my creamy white skin to anyone who might see. Taking my brush off my dresser and running it slowly through my long dark hair, smoothing the tangles of the day and my earlier nap. Watching myself in the mirror, my eyes looking for the beauty that Daddy has spoken of so often. Taking the Komono from behind my bedroom door and slipping my arms inside, my fingers turning the tie one time to pull the two sides together I open my door and tread quietly down the hall to Daddy's door. Always respectful of Daddy's space and privacy I reach up and tap lightly on the door with my knuckles. Waiting patiently and listening carefully for his knowing voice to give me entrance. Shifting on my feet as I wait and hear nothing but the sure steps of his feet padding on the thick carpet in his bedroom. The door opens and Daddy steps aside to allow me inside. The forest green plush robe tied securely around him and his hair wet and tousled from the towel still in his hand. His easy smile starts those butterflies in my tummy that I have come to love and even expect when I am with him. "You look lovely Angel," he says as he kisses me on the cheek and closes his door behind me. "Thank you Daddy" "Go on and sit down, I'm almost finished," he says as he walks back to the bathroom, the towel still drying his hair. Smiling and moving into the sitting area of the large Master bedroom and sitting comfortably in the corner of the deep blue settee. Bending my knees and feet up underneath me and smoothing the thin Komono over my exposed calves and feet to keep myself warm. Looking through the open door of the bathroom and watching Daddy stand before the mirror and brush his hair. The dark curls waving softly against the side of his head before coming together in what almost looks like a feather in back. My eyes travel up and down the length of him, taking in his broad shoulders, slim waist, strong calves, and large feet. Our eyes meet in the reflection of the mirror and he winks at me. Setting his brush down and coming to join me in the sitting room, Daddy takes a seat on the settee, leaning back and crossing his long legs as his arms drape comfortably over the sides. Patting the empty spot next to him Daddy motions for me to come closer. "Sit closer Love, and lets talk," he says. Smiling I slide in and curl my body next to his. Our sides meet and touch as I press in and rest my head on his strong chest. His hand quickly comes down to rest along my back and caress me softly. "Mmmmmm, I've been looking forward to this all night," he says through a soft sigh. "I'm so glad your home now Daddy." "As am I Love. Tell me are you feeling better now?" Giggling, a little embarrassed of my earlier behavior I say, "Yes, Daddy. Much better." I can feel his heart beat beneath my ear keeping time with my soft breaths. His robe slightly open I move my head to get a better look as my fingers reach up to gently curl them in the thin hair on Daddy's chest. Remembering how I have done this ever since I was a child and knowing how much he always enjoyed my touches and gentle exploration of him. "Yes, Angel it has been too long since we have spent time together and for that I am sorry," he says softly. Shifting to sit up slightly and look into his eyes, "Daddy, have I done something wrong?" "No Love, you have done nothing wrong. Things between us have changed though and it is time that we addressed them," he says calmly. The talons of fear grip my heart and confusion fills my mind. I know that things have changed but now I do not know what to say or how to react. His eyes looking into mine too much for me to bear I lower my head back to his chest. His hand at my back slides gently up as his fingers slip through my soft hair. "I know that you have recognized the changes Angel and I believe you are confused as to what is happening. Believe me it is perfectly natural for you to have confusion or be unsure of yourself at this time but I am here Love," he assures me. Nodding and still so unsure of what to say or how to respond I quietly let him continue. My heart pounding in my chest, I'm sure he can hear it as loudly as I can. "I have told you before what a beautiful woman that you have grown into and now there is more of you that is growing and maturing. More than just your beauty Love, but your passion and desires as a woman have grown as well. I admit I have had a hard time watching this transformation in you but I am so proud of you and I want to share in your maturity." The now familiar stirrings of the butterflies flutter more wildly in my tummy and I shift slightly, pushing myself closer to him. "Daddy, I want to be a woman and do woman things and feel woman things but I don't know how," I share on a sigh. "Angel this is what has been at the forefront of my mind these past few months and what kept me from coming home earlier this evening. As adults we are taught how terribly wrong it is for a father and daughter or even mother and son to share in the joys and pleasures of one another. I have struggled with my own feelings and desires as I've watched you grow and I am no longer willing to struggle for it is not the man I am." "So what do we do Daddy? What happens?" I question more excitedly at this revelation. Taking a deep breath and moving to stand up he keeps my hand in his and gently pulls me to my feet. Anticipation making me want to scream as I wait for his answer but quietly follow him across the sitting room and into the bedroom. His hands on my shoulders, he pushes me gently to his large King Size bed covered with the plush dark red comforter that has kept me warm so many nights. Leaning down and looking me deep in the eyes he says, "Now you relax and delight in this night Angel because I am going to make you the woman your heart longs to be." Standing up again his hands trailing down from my shoulders to the tie of my Komono he expertly opens the robe. His fingers sliding the thin material from my shoulders and it pools at my hips. Leaning in further again as his palms grip my shoulders his lips meet mine. For the first time in all my life his kiss is more than fatherly as his firm lips nibble gently and coax mine to open for him. Gripping the comforter in my fingers at my sides and sitting so very still, afraid that one movement would stop the gentle pressure of his wet tongue opening my lips. Moaning softly as his tongue slips between my full pink lips and slides further inside, urging my own to play with him. His hands on my shoulders pushing me down, holding me as I relax my stomach muscles and slowly lean back on his bed. Following me, his weight pushing my body deeper in to the cushioned comforter, my hands sliding up behind him and wrapping loosely around his neck. The Beginning I am a very happy woman. I have the most wonderful man in my life. His name is Carlos and he is the most gorgeous man I have ever met. He is my heart. There are times like tonight when I just lie here and think about him and the first day we met. It was magic? It was a rainy day and the first day of class. I was about ten minutes late and soaking. I was wearing a long black dress, which hugged my hips just right, and my skin glistening from the wet raindrops. My hair was pulled up so the cool air from the air conditioner sent a chill through me when it hit the back of my neck. The dress was satin with spaghetti strings, which left my arms without protection from the air. All the seats were taken in the back, so I had to take a seat up front. At the break I got the notes that I missed from the beginning of class, and was copying them down. Then all of a sudden I felt someone tapping me lightly on my shoulder. Excuse me, but could you pass me the pencil? That's it on the floor, I can't seem to reach it. As I leaned over to pick up the pencil, I met his gaze. He was gorgeous I thought. I felt lost in his big brown eyes and his dimpled smile. Excuse me, he said, my pencil. Oh, I'm sorry, I got a little distracted, I said, blushing. I noticed, he said, smiling at me. As he reached for his pencil his hand brushed gently against mine, sending a chill throughout my body. My name is Carlos, he said to me as he reached to shake my hand. It's nice to meet you Carlos, my name is Bridgett. During the whole time, I was lost in those big brown eyes of his and then his lips caught my attention as he said my name. Bridgett, that's a pretty name. It fits you, he said. Thank you, I said as he still held on to my hand. You live on campus, don't you, he asked. How can you tell, I asked him. Well, when you walked in I noticed you were wet from the rain and how you dress clung to your body. So I figured that you must have walked a long way to be as wet as you are. Well, yes I do live on campus and I can't believe you noticed all that, I said to him. You mean to tell me, that if the most beautiful woman I've ever seen walked through that door, her skin is wet, and wearing the sexiest dress I've ever seen, I'm not supposed to notice. Is that what you are saying to me? I blushed and we both laughed. He gathered his books and moved to the seat next to me. As class continued we glanced at each other sometimes catching each other staring. The whole time I'm wondering what it would be like to be in a relationship with him. He is sweet, nice, gorgeous, intelligent, and just being around him turned me on. It's still raining, would you like a ride home? I won't take no for an answer, he said to me after class. Well, I don't know, I really don't want you going out of you way, I said. Are you kidding me? I would die at the thought of you walking in this weather. So will you please let me do this for you, he asked me. I thought to myself, with those eyes how could I not say yes. Ok, fine, I responded. With that we both ran to his car under the umbrella. We were so close, skin against skin. His cologne was like a love potion, it turned me on, making me wet. He walked me to the passenger side of the car and unlocked the door. I quickly climbed in as he shut the door behind me and walked over to the driver side of the car. As he climbed in the car and was trying to close the umbrella, I noticed how sexy he looked. He was wearing loose fitting jeans that really showed off his firm butt and a white polo shirt that was now wet and clung to his body showing off his strong arms and masculine chest. I wanted so badly to reach out for him, take him in my arms and never let go. Hello, earth to Bridgett. Where were you just then, he said, smiling at me. Oh my, I'm sorry, did you say something? My mind is just out there right now, I?m sorry, I responded, embarrassed. That's okay, don't be sorry, my mind does that sometimes to. But I was asking if you would like to go out for dinner, and before you say anything, I know we barely know each other but it. I raised my hand and slowly but gently placed my finger on his lips. It feels so right, doesn't it, I responded. He responded by smiling and nodding his head. I would love to go but I really would like to get out of these wet clothes. Yea, that sounds like a good idea, he said, but I didn't hear a word. I was thinking about his smile and those lips, my God those lips. We arrived at my apartment. He dropped me off in the front of the building and went to find a parking space. I stood there nervously. Carlos returned shaking the rain from the umbrella. You ready to go up, I asked. Yea, he responded. There were other people on the elevator, so I was forced to stand closely in front of Carlos with my back to him. Just being this close to him made my body shiver. It was like he read my mind because he reached around me placing his hand on my stomach, pulling me closer against his body and his cologne was driving me crazy. Are you okay, he whispered in my ear. I was speechless so I simply nodded my head, yes. You're shaking, are you sure, he whispered, still holding me close. I'm okay. My God, what's wrong with me, I never felt like this before, I thought. Damn, I want him so bad. I just want him to take me. Take me now, I thought out loud. I was hoping he didn't hear me. Did you say something, he whispered in my ear. No, I responded. We stepped off the elevator and walked to my door and entered. Carlos made his way towards the balcony window and stared outside. Damn, he's fine. Where do you want to go to get something to eat, I asked. I don't know. How about we just ride around until we think of someplace, he responded, still staring out the window. Well, I really don't mind riding around but it's still raining out there, I said watching him. He turned away from the window and walked towards me. I could have melted right then and there. He placed his hands gently around my waist, looking into my eyes. He leaned down to kiss me but he stopped and smiled. Don't worry about the rain, okay. Your dress feels dry, so you really don't have to change. But, if you still want to, go ahead, he said in a low whispered tone. My body was shaking and I believe he knew what he was doing to me. He had to have known. No, I'll keep this on, I said, hypnotized by his stare. Well lets go, you ready, he asked. We must have rode around for hours, just talking and laughing as if we were old friends. I felt like I knew him from another lifetime. We really clicked. Are you hungry yet? he asked. A little, I responded. Well, before we stop for something to eat, I want to take you to a special place where I go when I want to be alone and think. No one else knows about this spot, so it's going to be our little secret, okay. I really would like to share this with you, he said to me as he placed a finger under my chin and leaned to kiss me, but stopped. Carlos's secret spot was beautiful. It had stopped raining by the time we got there. The air smelled fresh and relaxing, the moon was full and it's beams reflected off the wet trees and grass. I took a deep breath and released it, feeling so relaxed and peaceful. I see why you come here Carlos, it's beautiful. Not nearly as beautiful as you, he said to me as he walked towards me taking me into his arms and holding me close. I felt so secure, safe. His arms wrapped tightly around me as he finally kissed me with such passion, as if he could not wait another minute. God, I've been waiting to do this since I first saw you. I could not stand another minute not being this close to you, holding you. I love the way your skin feels under my hands, it's so soft and smooth, he said to me stroking my arm, making me fall in love with each stroke. A big raindrop startled us as it broke the trance we had each other in. I pushed Carlos back towards the car. It began to rain, softly, misty. I kissed Carlos on the neck and then his chin as my hands roamed freely, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his masculine chest. My tongue traveled down to his nipples and teased each one, making them hard. As I slowly began to kneel down in front of him, I lightly scraped my fingernails on his sides, making him shiver with excitement. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, which was now full length. I looked up to make sure he was watching. I wanted him to see what I was about to do. As he looked on, I lightly teased the head of his dick with my tongue and then parted my lips taking his full length inside my mouth, sucking softly on it, making a in and out motion. I then licked the underside of his dick and teased his nuts playfully with my tongue. I looked up too see he was about to explode. Carlos took my hands and motioned me to stand and pushed me against the car. He pulled the hairpin out of my hair, which fell over my shoulders. He then pushed the straps off my shoulders and the dress that was by then completely soaked, fell to the ground. We both stood completely naked in front of each other. Your body is so beautiful, he whispered to me, taking me in his arms. Carlos kissed me passionately on the mouth, moved to my neck, and ended up on my collarbone. All the while he was fingering me and rubbing my clit with his thumb. His tongue traveled down to my breast, sucking on my nipples, making them erect, and then to my stomach, biting me softly. He knelt in front of me, getting ready to taste my pussy. I put one leg over his shoulder as his tongue began to explore me. He teased my clit with his tongue, giving me the most exhilarating feeling. I began to move my pelvis and his tongue followed every movement. He slide one finger then two, inside me, making an in and out motion. Carlos stopped and stood in front of me, smiling devilishly. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pressed my body against the car. I grabbed his dick rubbing it back and forth on my clit and then guided him inside me. Are you ready to come for me, he whispered, staring deeply into my eyes as if the answer was there. My God, he felt so good inside me. His full length filled my pussy. We held each other tightly and moaned with each thrust. It began to rain harder, so with each thrust Carlos pushed harder and deeper inside me. I called out his name Carlos, as if to signal to him I was about to come. Come with me Bridgett, he whispered, squeezing me tightly, as if he was holding on for dear life. We both came together, as I felt his warm come inside me. Exhausted, our bodies soaked from the rain, we just stood there caressing each other, not wanting this feeling, a special feeling, to end. The rain stopped and we both laughed knowing that this was the start of something special and it will never end. The Beginning... The Beginning I was going crazy thinking about my wife, Anita, making love to another man... But I knew that I wouldn't really like her making it with another man. I talked her into it! Not all at once of course... but after a while of fantasizing and talking to her about it, I got her to think about making out with another guy, as I watched, and then after he left we'd make love! It all started innocently enough, I have always been somewhat of a voyeur and my wife is definitely attractive! I would love to see her make love to someone else... Well, maybe not make love to someone else, but to get fucked by someone else! But then there was always this danger sign that suddenly appeared! I wasn't sure what "HER" reaction would be! I wasn't sure whether she would prefer him over me! I wasn't sure that she would have any use for me after I pushed her into that! I wasn't sure that she would consider me an acceptable mate after that! I wasn't sure that she would be totally turned off and not only lose her attraction to me, but be repulsed! I was sure that she would consider me strange... and I was sure that she would wonder about me... But I was hoping that her love for me would overcome those obstacles and she would be sucked into an even greater love because I wanted it "FOR HER" so much! Or did I? I wanted to see her squirm and I wanted to see her seduced! I wanted to see her excited and breathless... But I didn't want to see her actually make it with another guy! I WAS JEALOUS! But I didn't want to admit it! Maybe what it was, was that my thinking about her with another guy got me so excited that I wanted to see it but didn't want to realize it ... does that make any sense? Or maybe it was I wanted to realize it, but didn't want to see it! ... Whatever the craze... I was definitely affected and I wanted it, something to happen. I told her one night that I wanted to see her get picked up, come back to our apartment and get make out with some guy and maybe go all the way. She was very reluctant to get involved... but I pressed on and she relented. I drove her down the road a ways... About a mile and a half and told her to walk home in the dark... I was expecting someone to stop and offer her a ride... but no one did! When she got back home she acted a little bit relieved that she had been able to get there without being picked up. We talked about it when we made love later on... and she was excited beyond excitement! She was not wetter than she had ever been before, but she was more enthusiastic than ever before in that she was more talkative and more imaginative! She actually started to initiate thoughts into my head! She was starting to share my fantasy in that she realized that it excited me, so she was using it to further excite me! I loved it! I decided to water down my fantasy so as to make it more palatable to her by telling her that what I wanted was for her to make out with some guy... not to make it all the way... but to make out with him and get him all excited and (her all excited) make him go home without any... and we could make love right afterwards! She found this more acceptable and her empathy made her relent to my demands as she found this as a more acceptable means of getting me excited! We could screw like bunny rabbits afterwards! The idea was for me to hide in the closet so as to be out of sight and yet be able to see all the action! She was told that she could get as sexy as she wanted to... in fact, the sexier she got the more I'd enjoy it! but that she wasn't to go all the way! This was my way of telling her that she was only allowed to do this because I wanted to see it ... that it would get me super excited and I'd love to enrapture her afterwards! That was all the truth! I wanted her so much that I could almost taste it! Her body was like poetry in motion and the swell of her breasts over her flat stomach was enough to start my mouth watering... her nipples, when she was excited were actually bigger and stiffer than on most women and when squeezed? They seemed to actually exude their own sexuality! As my fingers would tweak her nipples, she would moan little submissive moans... and at times would even respond as though she was overwhelmed with pleasure. She would murmur little suggestive yelps while we made love and I would tweak her nipples... but when I would combine the tweaking of her nipples with deeply shoving in my cock and at the same time gently but firmly tugging on her hair... she would gutturally respond with a little higher and yet more submissive moans that more befitted the occasion. She was my "bitch" and I was her master! Now I say that in the best sense... In my humble opinion I think that all women are submissive and they are all looking to be "LED" by a man and "TOLD" what to do! A woman is taught from birth that a man is strong and a leader, she is weak and a follower... He is the aggressor and he is the leader! They all have this strong desire to "satisfy" their man... If this is cultivated correctly, your wife can be just like mine! That is not to say that you should take an unbending stance on anything... what I'm saying is that most women like strong men that know what they want and GO AFTER IT! She wanted to help me with my fantasy... if fact, if we fell short she felt disappointed! That it excited me, excited her! It was much later on that we (she) discovered that my excitement over her excitement didn't just excite her... it was HER excitement over my excitement that excited HER and me! She was just as turned on by what we thought about doing as I was! Initially she went along with what I wanted because she was trying to satisfy my desires... But later on, her participation was urged on by her own innate basic desires. She started really enjoying the attentions she was getting... and my enjoyment of her pleasures spurred her on to further enjoyment. As I said, it all started out with my wanting her to get picked up, make out with the guy that picked her up. Let him feel her up, but not go all the way! She was allowed to do whatever she wanted as long as she didn't go all the way! I told her that if she could get him to eat her without her actually going all the way that was OK!! I wanted to see her get really "HOT" with some guy... and get the guy really "HOT" but for her to break if off before consummation... and save the really HOT STUFF for me after he left! THE FIRST TIME - I took her over to a bar that we never go to... we don't know anyone there and it's far enough away that we're not likely to bump into anyone there... I didn't want to run into anyone we knew and I wanted to keep our little rendezvous, our little secret! I dropped her off and told her that I would come inside in a few moments to watch and make sure that everything would be OK. She went to the bar and ordered a drink... it wasn't but a few moments before someone started to hit on her. When I got in there she was still sitting by herself... but had several guys sitting at a table nearby talking to her. She had told them that she was waiting for a friend. One of them eventually asked her if she would like to dance? She told him that she would but only until her friend arrived! The first guy got up and walked with her to the dance floor, which was pretty crowded... It was a fast dance... and they danced several dances... then she came back to where she was seated at the bar and he to the table where the other guys were... Then another guy asked her to dance... And it was a slow dance! She said ok... and they walked to the dance floor and as he pulled her to him it seemed as though he was a professional dancer as he moved so fluidly and harmonically. I could see them talking to one another as they were dancing and it seemed as though they had danced together for years! They danced several dances before coming back to their table... but this time she accompanied him back to their table rather than returning to the bar... He was a tall rather muscular guy with broad shoulders and small waist and hips. He looked like he could handle himself in any sort of rough situation but had a big friendly smile that beguiled those rough and tumble charms and made him appear much more like a Mr. Nice guy! She stayed and talked with me Nice guy and all the others at the table and they all bought her several drinks. At one point she had 3 drinks in front of her... She was laughing and having a good time and she was aware of me sitting in the background watching her! Her knowing that I was watching gave her a feeling of confidence and allowed her to relax a little... and just let it all happen. The drinks were having their desired effects, and she staggered and almost fell when she stood up to dance one time... Sitting back down she said that she thought that she had, had enough! Mr. Nice guy offered to give her a ride home since her friend hadn't showed up... and she accepted! She was a little tipsy when they left and he had his arm around her to help steady her as they walked to the door. His hand gripped her waist a little stronger than "I thought" necessary... but then he was trying to get a cheap "feel" out of it too because his fingers stretched out around her stomach below her breasts and it seemed as though he was trying to hold "all of her" All this excited me very much as I could feel the anticipation build and my heart beat faster... I knew it was going to happen tonight! I quickly walked out behind them and got my car so that I could follow them. They got into his car and sat there while it idled for a while... making out in the front seat! I watched from across the lot as they kissed and petted! Then after about 15 minutes he put the car in gear and it started to move. I followed them effortlessly and just before we got home, I passed them so that I could park and get inside before they did. When they pulled into the parking lot in front of our garden apartment I was already going in the front door to the building. Boy! I had just barely made it! I rushed up to the 2nd floor went into our apartment and got into the closet with the slotted bi-fold door ajar and waited, and waited, and waited! Heck, it seemed like forever before I decided to look out the window to see what had become of them. Well, she had decided to give me some extra time and had been making out with him in the parking lot. Then she allowed him to walk her to the door. There they kissed and made out some more before she finally said it would be OK for him to come in for a little while, but only for a little while! My heart was pounding as I peered out of the crack in the closet door and I could see them when they came in. She turned on the tv and asked if he would like a cup of coffee... He replied that he would like anything that she fixed and followed her into the kitchen. I couldn't see what was going on in the kitchen, which made it even more exciting. I could her them rustling together and I could hear her moans and then her protests... and then her moans again. It again seemed like forever before they came out of the kitchen and when they did I could see that her blouse had been pulled out and all but two buttons had been undone! Her face was flushed and she seemed unsteady... He walked up behind her and putting his arms around her pulled her back into him. She sighed and leaning back into him tossed her head back and kissed him. His hands ran up the inside of her blouse cupping her breasts as he pressed himself into her buttocks. They went over and sat on the divan where they started making out some more. I could tell that Anita was definitely getting into it as she was hotter than I've seen her in a long time! She was breathing heavily and the combination of all the alcohol and all the sex... He started pressing harder playing with her nipples... And that's something that she can get off on, by itself! He had undone her bra and unbuttoned her blouse... she had her bra up around her neck as he licked and suckled on one nipple and then the other. He pulled her down so that she was half lying on the couch and half sitting... licking at her throat and tweaking her nipple and trying to get in her pants all at the same time! Anita seemed overwhelmed with all the attention she was getting... or maybe it was the alcohol, but whatever it was she was permitting him more latitude than she wanted to! She was resisting but her resistance was ebbing. Mr. Nice guy was going crazy sucking on those big tits of hers and she was going crazy letting him! He kept taking her hand and putting it on his cock, which was as hard a rock making a tent out of the front of his pants. She finally gave in and started to stroke his cock on the outside of his pants. He asked her several times to go to the bed room, but she said no, that she couldn't do something like that ... they hardly knew each other! Progression was the order of the day and as I peered out from the safety of my closet I could see my wife succumbing to the ardent and passionate embraces of her lover of the hour. I saw the desire build in her face as she succumbed to his lovemaking. Eventually he had his cock out of his pants and she had her hand around his cock stroking it. He had his hand in her panties, she had her legs splayed and he obviously had at least two fingers in her pussy working them back and forth. They were kissing deeply and there was one point where I know it seemed like she climaxed! I was stunned when she unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and took it and her bra off. There she sat, breathtakingly naked from the waist up, in front of another man, letting him play with her tits. I almost gasped aloud when she pulled his head down and shoved one of her breasts into his mouth. This was more than I could take and I came off for the first time. I had my cock out and my hand was stroking it as I watched him finger her to a climax... And then I saw him put his hand behind her neck and start pulling her down to his cock! He wanted her to suck him off! She was aware that I could see everything and felt uncomfortable with me seeing her go down on another guy... and decided to draw the line right there... She said, No! It's too soon, and besides it's getting too hot in here! He protested but she broke it up and said that she wanted him to go! After a few fruitless attempts to get things going again... he relented and left. We made mad passionate love for several hours after he left! Damn, I was so excited that I had cum once in the closet making a mess of my pants... and was still hot to trot when I got out of there! We went directly to bed and made love like never before. She was even hotter than I could have gotten her by myself! Heck, with the help of this other guy... I had managed to get a wife that was definitely more sexual... more antimated... more of a "hot wife" than I could've imagined. She was definitely wetter and more excited... she actually "wanted it" which was something new! Her orgasms seemed longer and stronger, she seemed more animalistic. That kept me (us) satisfied for a while... but then several weeks down the road I started in on her again... she felt partially guilty since she had enjoyed it so much! And I think it was the combination of her enjoyment that made me able to talk her into it again so easily. I think she wanted to as much as I did! She was getting off on my watching! She told me that the thought of my watching seem to double her excitement! She admitted that she hadn't "ever" felt that excited. Knowing that I was but mere feet away both excited her and gave her a feeling of security in that I wasn't too far away if things got out of hand! She could relax and let things go further... and know that she could always stop them... and if she couldn't, then I was right there! She had many, many trysts there while I watched from the closet. In fact we decided to arrange the furniture so that I had several vantage points to watch from. We even took our video camera and set it up so that we could record it and play it back! She would get excited watching herself as we played the tapes back on the TV! She got bolder and bolder as our voyeuristic game continued and at times would go in her mini skirt without any bra or panties on! You couldn't see her pussy lips swell with excitement, but you could sure see her nipples as they clearly poked up little mounds on her blouse! She said it really got the guys excited when they found out she wasn't wearing any panties! One time she returned home with two guys! I don't know what she was thinking of... but when she got home her hair was a mess, she was clearly inebriated. It looked like she had already been making out with one of the guys. She tried to explain to them that her roommate would surely be home soon and that it wouldn't look good if both of them were there! One of them, (Zack), had a flask and a bottle of 7up that he was using as a chaser... what surprised me is that Anita took a swig out of the flask as they came in the door! She doesn't usually drink the hard stuff... as it goes to her head too quickly! The three of them went into the kitchen and I could hear the tinkling of ice cubes...and the various sounds of drinks being mixed. They came back out into the living room where I could see them. Zack told the other guy to turn on the radio and put on some music. He tuned it in to a classic radio station that was playing mostly slow music and the Zack pulled her to him and said lets dance! I could tell that she had too much to drink as she was definitely unsteady on her feet and would stumble now and then... Clearly she wasn't in control of the situation any more. She had wanted to bring just the one guy up and make out with him but somehow both guys had come up. She had thought that she could handle it but it was getting a little out of hand as she danced with one guy, the other guy would cut in and then she would be dancing with him. Each guy had their hands all over her buttocks and were kissing her as they danced. From time to time she would feebly say that they've got to go... but they just ignored her and in her inebriated state she didn't know what to do. Even though she resisted, Zack pulled her down to the couch and started kissing her. Her hands were initially on his shoulders trying to push him away but as he persisted she seemed to submit to his demands and let him have his way. His hands were under her blouse almost immediately and she even seemed to encourage it a little in the way she moved. She relaxed and laid back on the couch, Zack kissed her and scooted her down a little as he did. As she scooted down her mini skirt rode up her thigh and from my vantage point I could see right up between her legs and realized that tonight was one of the nights when she didn't wear her panties! In fact... She had only 7 articles on her body! A blouse, a mini skirt, 2 socks, 2 shoes and a pearl necklace! Not many defenses. Zack had busy hands and they were everywhere! The other guy had gone into the kitchen and was raiding the icebox... Anita relaxed a little since the other guy was in the kitchen, they were alone in the living room but was adamant about her privacy with the other guy there... Zack took her by the hand and said it that case, we'll go to the bedroom! And simply led her to the bedroom. She stumbled along behind him as he led her to the bed and in the privacy of her bedroom she felt a little more relaxed and so decided she could "play" a little. But Zack wasn't in the mood to be put off and his cock was out of his pants and sticking straight out from him. Zack was well endowed in that he had about 8" which looked like a giant compared to my 5 1/2" and his girth was almost twice as thick as mine! When Anita saw his rod she was clearly in awe, and stopped and stared momentarily. Zack pushed her back onto the bed and rolled over on top of her. She realized that if she didn't do something quickly... She was going to get fucked! Our agreement was she could do anything... But couldn't go all the way! So she pushed against his chest and told him NO! He said that he would be careful... She said "NO" again. He muzzled her neck and his fingers tweaked her nipple. As they kissed, Alex slid his hands down Anita's back and started massaging her ass. Then he turned her body so that her back was to the camera. As he rubbed her ass, he pulled Anita's skirt higher up her body and her ass cheeks appeared. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Zack leaned over and, still kissing my wife, began kneading her breasts through the sheer fabric of her blouse. They continued like this for several moments before Anita turned around and sat back down next to Zack. Her skirt was hiked up pretty far and you could see her pussy pretty clearly. The Beginning Zack began unbuttoning Anita's blouse. When it hung open, he bent over to kiss my wife's breasts. He sucked one first and then the other. My wife sighed with pleasure as he fondled and kissed her breasts. She let her blouse fall to the bed behind her as Zack continued working on her tits. I heard a low moan escape her lips as her resistance weakened but she said NO, again! I heard him mumble and ask to just make out for a little while... This was her weak point as she was pretty hot anyway and coupled with the alcohol, thought... Oh, what the heck, that's what I we want anyway... and started to make out with him. He unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on her blouse and her breasts sprung free. Her hands were working on his cock pumping up and down trying to bring him off. His hands were on her pussy and his fingers were working on her clit! She was beginning to squirm and I could see her wetness spreading down her legs. My hands were pumping up and down on my cock as fast as they could. My cock was so hard it seemed like it was liable to bust. My wife was lying on a bed not 10 feet away practically naked with a man who by this time had his pants down around his knees and a huge cock poised to enter her sex and to finish what they had started! She was stroking his cock with her hand and at the same time pushing it away from her vagina so that he couldn't reach his goal. He was maneuvering his body on top of hers trying desperately to sink his huge thick cock deeply into her cunt! She was squirming trying to keep her legs together but failing miserable... And saving the moment only by holding his cock away from her pussy... every now and then he would maneuver so that his cock head would brush against her pussy and he would thrust suddenly giving him a few brief moments of success. His cock head would pop momentarily into her cunt and she would jerk suddenly away saving the moment but at one point he had maneuvered so that one of her legs was over his shoulder with her shoulders pinned down... His huge cock poised for the finale plunge into her soaking wet pussy! She was struggling but losing badly! Having pinned her so well she was almost helpless to prevent him from impaling her. She still had ahold of his cock and was managing to keep it out of her pussy... His hand covered her hand on top of his cock as he "helped" her guide his cock head. It hadn't pressed against her opening but very gently to gain entrance, as she was wetter than she had ever been before! He played with his cock just barely in the entrance for a while before starting to stroke it fully inside her. She wailed a little protest as he put the head in.. and In 3 strokes he had completely engulfed his cock to the hilt! Her expression went from a defiance, to... surprise?, to submission in just a matter of a few seconds. As he stroked it fully in for the first time... she cried out, Ohhhh! On the second full stroke I heard her expel a lot of air in a huge sigh... And on the 3rd stroke she was completely defeated and as he continued to stroke, her legs seemed to automatically fold around his waist as she began to undulate her hips in unison with him. ... She had lost to the man who was conquering her and was finally submitting and admitting it! She had carried it too far, got too hot and wanted it more than she cared to admit... and she couldn't have stopped him anyway! I shot all over the closet door in front of me! God! I've never felt a climax a strong as that one! My cock must have pulsated a dozen times each time shooting a thick wad of cum. Watching my wife getting fucked (seduced) by another man and then her giving in to the pure pleasure of it all was almost more than I could take. My legs were shaking and I sunk down to my knees being careful not to make any noise. I continued to watch as he slowly pumped his huge cock in and out of my lovely wife and listening to her sounds of submission and enjoyment. Her pussy lips were swollen and stretched tightly around it's girth. ... She was drunk enough to just go with the moment, say the hell with it and just do it! His tempo picked up and he was almost violent in his sexual manner slapping their bodies together so hard that they made a very loud slapping noise. As the tempo picked up I heard her approaching her orgasm ..... Then I heard her orgasmic scream as she climaxed for the first of several times! While watching her reach her climax my cock seemed to renew it's libido and start to get hard again. Stroking it again I watched her reach several climaxes, right in a row! His body straightened, driving his penis deep inside her. When I say deep, I mean deep. She had never been penetrated that deeply and she braced herself as he lunged in and out reaching spots that I hadn't even dreamed about. Suddenly I realized that he was fucking her without a condom and she wasn't using any protection! His huge cock so deeply embedded in her pussy was a lot more likely to get her pregnant by planting those seeds as deeply and intimately as possible... As big as his cock was I could imagine the head of his cock not only pressed up against the opening of the cervix, but pressed up inside it so as to plant all his seeds right on her eggs! I heard her cry out again... His muscles tensed and he cried out and with her legs over his shoulders he plunged as deeply as he could and pumped her full of his cum. Seeing that, I orgasmed for the second time. I hadn't climaxed so much in years, but the excitement of seeing my beautiful wife get fucked by someone else, (and beyond her control), was just too much. Zack was still lying on Anita with his cock in her when she pushed him off and began to cry. Zack sat up and tried to comfort her. He started to kiss her and she put her arms around him and kissed him back. His cock was still hard and standing up between them. She knew I was watching and felt guilty that she had allowed him to go all the way with her, felt even more guilty that she had enjoyed it as much as she had... but realized that I must've enjoyed it as much as she had since I hadn't come out of my hiding place and tried to save the day. The truth was that I felt outnumbered with two guys there... and knew that I would have been a laughing stock had I come out of the closet in the middle of the action and so decided to stay put! Besides, my cock was harder than it had been in a long time... and I wanted to see it to it's obvious conclusion. She reached down and played with his cock while she rubbed against him and kissed him. They flopped back down on the bed and he began to finger her pussy while she stroked his shaft. I heard her say that she wanted to screw again. He rolled on top of her and slid his cock back in. They were enjoying a leisurely sexual thrash when the other guy walked in and announced... "I'm next"! Zack wasn't phased, in fact it seemed to spur him on... Anita was aghast! And she said... "I'm not screwing both you guys! Get outa here!" He paid her no mind and stepped out of his pants as he was getting undressed. Anita was pinned beneath Zack and really couldn't do much about it when the other guy laid down next to her... She felt totally exposed as she was lying there completely naked and with this other guys cock in her... He took her head in his hands and kissed her solidly on her lips, his tongue wiggling it's way deep into her mouth. She squirmed some more and tried to scream but it only came out as a muffled squeal and as she was buffeted between the two bodies she resisted initially but again gave into her primal instincts and submitted to the onset of several male bodies squirming and pushing up against her... it wasn't but a few moments before the pulsating muscles in her cunt started clenching as she climaxed again! Zack then moved around to her head and held it as he pushed his prick into her mouth. I had another erection by now, and pulled my prick back out of my trousers. I wanked slowly as I watched the two men take it in turns to fuck her cunt and her mouth. She had completely given in to their desires and had become their little "fuck toy". They swapped her around between the two of them, until one of them shot into her cunt. He rolled off, and the other man took his place in her cunt. The first man moved again to her head, and she wrapped her mouth around his cock, sucking off what remained of his cum and her juices. The second man now shot a load up inside her cunt, and rolled off. She moaned and wondered where I was... What I thought about what had happened... What I had thought about her. The Beginning Bob'sStory It was June of 1959, and the school year was drawing to a close. I was really looking forward to the summer vacation. I was turning 19 in August and would have my own car as a birthday present. What freedom faced me. It was also, according to my parents, the last summer of just hanging around. From this point on I would have to find summer employment. We lived in Bondville Vermont, in the Green Mountains. It was mostly a farming community. My parents were both doctors. My Dad was what you would call a good country doctor. My Mom was a sexual therapist. I was, and I guess still am a jock. I played both football and baseball. I was good enough to have started to attract scouts from the major Eastern schools, but my sights were set on the IV league. My parents wanted me to be a doctor, and to tell the truth I also wanted the same thing. I had been accompanying my dad on house calls for some time, and he would always explain the cases to me. I was beginning to understand why and what he was doing. My mom also took a lot of time with me. She explained why she chose sexual therapy, and instilled in me the beauty of sex. By 16 I understood how the human body responds, and about responsibility. I knew that masturbation was natural and that both men and women both got pleasure that way. I knew that there were ways of having sex without having intercourse, such as orally or anally. This was the period before the pill, before aids, and abortions were still illegal. One afternoon, my Mom called me into the kitchen as she was preparing dinner. She told me that she had to talk to me about something and need my cooperation. It seems that some years earlier while she and my father lived in New York City, she had a patient, quite a bit older, and having troubled sexually. She was able to help them and they had a baby daughter. They never in their lives felt that they were going to be able to have a sexual relationship, much less a child. They were very thankful, and had kept in touch with my parents. They had contacted my mother now, once again asking for help. It seems that their daughter, who was now 18, was quite withdrawn, and exceedingly shy and quiet. They were in their 70's and really out of touch with this generation and were asking for advice in how to deal with their daughters problems. My mom suggested that they send their daughter to our house for the summer. She thought that it would give her a chance to interact with my friends and that mom could observe and maybe bring her out of her shell. Mom then said that she wanted me to be a gracious host and to include her in my summer activities. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The last thing I wanted this summer was to have to baby sit some shy mouse. I voiced my objections, but was told how surprised she was by my reaction. After all she thought that I was a concerned human who could think of more then myself. It really bothered me to disappoint my mom so I told her that I would do everything in my power to see that Anne had a nice summer. Anne's STORY It was June of 1959. I was looking forward to my summer vacation. I had everything planned. I had a list of books that I was going to get from the library, and planned to spend my days on the great meadow in Central Park loosing my self in the books. I was attending Sacrate Heart Academy, and I really felt very out of place. My parents were the age of most of the other kids grandparents, and they had absolutely no understanding of anything going on today. I guess I am very quiet and prefer my books to other people. I was not one of the "in" people and was not part of the social scene at school. I guess this also caused me to withdraw into my shell. I would look at the boys, when we would have mixers with the boys school and hope some one would ask me to dance, but it never happened. I was always waiting for my prince to sweep me off my feet, just like in the romance stories I loved to read but it never happened. One day after school my mom told me she wanted to speak with me. She told me that she didn't think it was a good idea for an 18-year-old to spend the summer in the city, and felt that it would be beneficial for me to be in the country. She told me she had a friend who used to live in the city but had moved to Vermont when I was a baby, who had a son who was a little bit older then I. She had spoken with her, and explained that she thought that it would be a great idea for me to spend the summer in the country, and if it wouldn't be too much trouble, I could stay with her family. Mom failed to tell me the real reason, that being that she was concerned with me being such a quite loner. I could not believe my ears. I had no intention of spending a summer with some "goober" who probably didn't even know what a book was, much less carry on a conversation. My mom just looked at me, and in a stern voice which I have never heard before, told me this was not up for discussion. I should pack what I wanted to take with me, and that I would be gone for two months. I ran to my room crying hysterically. I heard the door to my room open and my dad sat down on my bed. He leaned over and kissed me and told me "Annie, sweetie you will see that this will be really a good thing for you." No, no I screamed it's the worst, I don't want to spend my summer there. He then whispered to me,"sweety, give it a chance for just two weeks. If you are miserable I will then bring you home. Try just for me." I dried my tears, hugged my dad, and said ok, but that he should prepare right know to come and get me. Bob's STORY It was July 1st, school was over, and she was coming today. I had discussed the situation with my best friends, Joel and Roberta who we all called Bobbie, and they said that they would pitch in, and that I was not to worry, how bad could it be. At 5P.M. My dad returned from town with Annie. She had just taken a 51/2-hour bus ride from New York City. Our house was an old Victorian with a large porch. I was sitting there when they pulled up. I was really expecting the worst, but what a pleasant surprise. Annie was very pretty. She had blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, was tall and slim. She was warring a blouse and skirt with Bobbie socks and saddle shoes. Dad called me to help with her bags and to introduce us. Annie offered me her hand, and when I took it she sort of flushed. I grabbed her suitcase, and a box full of books. I wondered what she thought. Did she think we were all-ignorant and didn't have books or a library? Annie's STORY It was July 1st, and the day I was to leave. I hugged mom and kissed her good by. As I was getting on the bus, I turned and whispered to dad, "don't forget your promise". He hugged me and said don't worry I won't. The buss pulled away, and the tears were rolling down my face. I cried all the way to Bondville. When I got off the buss, this nice looking tall man walked over to me, and said are you Annie. I could not speak just nodded yes. He said hi I'm Hal. He took my bag and box of books and off we went. Hal told me he admired my courage. I looked at him out of the corner of my eyes to see if he was kidding. I could tell he wasn't. He continued telling me that I was really going to love Vermont and that Bob was really a great kid and that I would have a great time. We finally arrived, I got out of the car, and I thought that I would fall down. There sitting on the porch was a God. Hal call out and the God came down the stairs to us. Hal introduced Bob, and he took my hand. I could have fainted, I was so embarrassed I turned so red and could say nothing. Bob was about 6 feet tall, light brown hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. He smiled at me when he said hello and I thought that my knees were going to give out. I just lowered my eyes and followed them into the house. Dinner was very strange. It was like watching a movie. The table conversation was very normal; they were trying to include me as if I was part of the family. I just didn't know what to say or do. Finally dinner was over. I offered to help clear and do the dishes, but was told that clearing was Bob's job, and that I should just relax. I picked up one of my books and went out to the porch, sat on a very comfortable wicker couch, curled my feet udder me and began reading. I don't know how long I was alone, I was so absorbed in my book, and I suddenly look up and saw that Bob was sitting on the top step looking at me. I was so mad at myself, because I could feel myself once again blush. Hi he said, "I didn't want to disturb you, you were so engrossed in your book, by the way what are you reading." I finally got control of myself and was able to reply that I was reading Browning. Oh he said, I really don't care too much for her, when it comes to poetry I prefer Whitman, and believe it or not Shakespeare. I was so taken aback, I never expected that this God would even know who Browning was. For the first time in my life I found myself talking easily with a boy, who could talk about poetry and literature. It turned out that he and I had a lot in common. We both were honor roll students who loved to read. Before we knew it Bob's mom, Mary was calling out to us that it was getting late and time for bed. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost midnight. I look at Bob and told him that I really enjoyed our conversation and apologized for taking up his whole evening. I then left and went up to bed. When I was under the covers, I closed my eyes and fantasized about Bob. Before I knew it my hand was caressing my small breasts. My nipples became hard and I began to roll them between my fingers. I gently rubbed the tips and felt the three small bumps that when hardened stood out. The sensation was absolutely wonderful. I felt a tingling sensation spread across my body. Before I could stop myself my hands were between my legs. My fingers felt the wetness that had seeped from the inner lips of my vagina. I gently slid my fingers back and forth. As they became wetter from my seeping lubrication, I pressed hard and stroked faster. I was slowly entering that special place, that place where I lost myself. I felt the little button at the vortex of my lips harden. I now slipped my other hand away from my nipples to spread my vagina open. With this accomplished I pushed the hood covering my clitoris back, exposing my clitoris. I lightly stroked the now extended tip of my clitoris. I had to be very careful it was very sensitive and if I pressed or rubbed to hard it would be painful. I was now in a state of no return, My hips were now rocking rhythmically with my fingers, and my fingers were now separated, with my clitoris in between them. I squeezed them tightly on the side of my clitoris and began to rub as fast as I could. I know the Sisters had told us that it was an evil thing to do, but it felt so good especially imagining that Bob was my Prince Charming, who rescues me from the evil Queen. Just as he kisses my lips, my body became tense, and I had the most delicious feeling run through my body. As I drifted off to sleep I felt so guilty about touching my self there, and promised I would not do it again. Bob's STORY While I was doing my chores, my Mom asked me what I thought of Annie. I told her it was hard to tell, she surely doesn't talk too much, but I did think she was cute. Mom told me to give it a chance, Annie was in a strange place and it was really very hard on her. I finished my chores, and went out to the porch. Annie was so engrossed in her book she didn't hear me. I quietly sat on the top step and watched her. She suddenly looked up and was startled to see me there. We started talking and I found we had a lot in common. In a few minutes she was talking comfortably and it was really pleasant. It seemed like we had just started talking when Mom called and told us it was time for bed. I went up to my room and got into bed. I closed my eyes and to my surprise I started to fantasize about Annie. I wondered what she would look like naked. Did she have a lot of hair on her pussy, were her nipples dark or light, were they big or small etc. By this time I had a huge hard on. I gripped the base with my left hand and squeezed tightly. I now began to slide my right hand up and down the shaft. First slowly and gently and gradually increased the tempo and pressure. I was imagining my self naked with Annie and that it was her hand on my cock. As the tempo increased I began to suck on her nipple. I felt my balls tighten and the cum started to squirt. I came very quickly, and melted off to sleep. The next morning I found Annie in the same spot on the front porch, but this time she was wearing loose fitting shorts and a sleeveless blouse. She was sitting on the big couch on the porch reading. I said "hi, and sat down on the top step once again. We started talking, about the weather and if she would like to do something with me and Joel and Bobbie. She was sitting Indian style and I noticed that I could see her panties through the loose fitting legs of her shorts. I was really embarrassed that she would see that I had a hard on, but I just couldn't take my eyes off her panties and what I imagined was the bulge of her pussy. Joel and Bobbie came walking down the street, holding hands as always, came up the stairs and sat down. We decided that we would go to the quarry and go swimming. We asked Annie to come with us and after some coaxing she agreed. We got ready to leave when Annie said, wait I have to get my swimsuit. We all started to laugh, and said come on, this is Vermont, you don't need one. We told her we would be in the mountains in a very private place, that we didn't think any one knew about, and we never wore a suit. This stopped her cold. Bobbie looked at her in disbelief, and said come on we always swim this way, there is nothing wrong with it we have a great time. I could tell Annie was not very happy and I said, " listen you don't have to do anything your not comfortable with. Come with us, if you don't want to swim then you don't have to you can lie in the sun and just relax. It's really ok. Annie hesitated and finally said ok. Annie's Story I couldn't remember when I had slept so soundly. It had been one very emotional day and I guess I had been more tired then I thought. I lay in bed thinking of the events of the past day and couldn't help think of Bob. He made me feel so hot. I started to slide my hand down to my vagina, but stopped. I had promised myself that I was not going to do that bad stuff any more. So I got out of bed, showered and got dressed and went down stairs. Mary was in the kitchen and made me some breakfast and I then picked up my book and went out to the porch. I sat on the couch and began reading. A little while later Bob came out and sat down on the top step, as he had done yesterday and we began to talk. I noticed that he was getting flushed as we talked but did not understand why. He was also having trouble looking at me when we spoke. It was weird but I just thought that this was the way he was. A little while later his friends Joel and Bobbie came walking up. They were holding hands, so I assumed that they were an item. They were all going to some place called the quarry to swim and talked me into going with them. I was stopped dead when they informed me that I didn't need a swimsuit. I decided that this wasn't for me and told them I was not going. Bob was really sweet and told me to come along and if I didn't feel comfortable swimming I could just hang out. I normally would have said no thank you and curled up with my book, but Bob made me feel so good that I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could, after all I was going to go home in two weeks, just as my father had promised, so I reluctantly agreed to go. Bob'S STORY I couldn't believe that Annie agreed to go with us. I was really happy, first because I was tired of being the third wheel with Bobbie and Joel, even though the three of us had been friends forever, it was kind of lame watching them make out all the time. Second I couldn't believe the excitement of seeing Annie naked. Bobbie, Joel, and I had been skinny-dipping since we were little kids, and were very familiar with each other. We had watched each other develop and often compared our bodies. For instance, I had a thicker penis then Joel, but his was longer then mine. We also had the opportunity to examine Bobbie as she developed, first from really no breasts to big nipples, and now at 19 quite large breasts. She told us she was a 36-C. we also compared the development of our pubic hair. Joel was much more hairy then I, with thick black hair surrounding his penis and balls. I on the other hand had thin light brown hair, mostly above my penis, and nothing on my balls. Bobbie had developed a thick triangle patch of red curls. I can still remember when it was just a wisp of covering where you could still see her vagina, but now all you could see was the hair. We started the climb up the mountain to the quarry. It was quite a steep climb, and Annie was not used to this sort of thing. I reached over and took her hand to help her up a steep incline and just kept holding it. She did not pull away, so I figured that it was ok with her. The four of us continued to make our way up the mountain hand in hand. The thought of holding her hand, skin touching skin, even though it was just our hands was starting to excite me. As I thought that in just a little while I would see her naked, I started to get an erection. Oh my God, I thought, I hope she doesn't get spooked and run away. I squeezed her hand a little tighter just in case. We finally reached the clearing where the quarry was located. This had been our secret place since we were little. It was totally secluded, a beautiful pond, carved out of the rock centuries ago, surrounded by what we refereed to as a meadow, but was actually just a patch of flat ground covered by grass. We stopped to catch our breath. The beauty of this place always amazed me, and I had seen it thousand of times. I just could imagine what one must feel the first time they see it. We stood there for a few minutes, when Bobbie said, " last one in is it" We all started to tear off our cloths. Bobbie Joel and I were naked it what was a few seconds, looked up and there stood Annie completely dressed. Joel said come on get undressed, you can't swim in your cloths. This must have really been weird for Annie, the three of us naked as the day we were born, urging her to get naked. Annie looked into my eyes and I could see the fear there. I spoke softly and said "its alright, only do what you feel comfortable with, don't worry no one will think badly about you." She smiled shyly, turned red, and said I just can't, she turned walked to a tree at the edge of the clearing, sat down and started to read. I said, "come on guys last one in is it. Annie's story I couldn't believe I was going to do this. We started to climb the mountain and I was finding it very difficult. All of a sudden Bob reached down and grabbed my hand to help me along. My heart skipped a few beats. No boy had ever taken my hand. I loved the feeling of him taking control and helping me. When he didn't let go of my hand I just melted. I was sure he could hear my heart racing and thumping in my chest. We finally reached the clearing where the quarry was. The sight was so beautiful it took my breath away. The area was very very secluded, quiet and probably the most beautiful natural sight I had ever seen. The silence was broken by Bobbie yelling, "last one in is it." I was so stunned when Bobbie, Joel and Bob striped out of their cloths. I just stood there frozen to the spot. I had never really seen another girl naked, much less a guy. I looked at Bobbie, and then Joel, but I couldn't take my eyes off Bob. I was riveted to his penis. It seemed thick and the head looked like the top of a mushroom except it was a pinkish red color. He had a tuft of fine light brown hair surrounding it. That was the only hair on his body. My heart was racing so fast I thought I would faint. Joel was the same but different. The hair was dark black, and his penis was much longer but not as thick. Bobbie had what seemed like huge breasts, compared to mine. I did notice that my nipples were bigger and thicker then hers, but my breasts were much much smaller. She had a thick covering of hair over her vagina, so thick you could not see anything but hair. I had just a thin covering of fine light blond hair and you could see the whole thing. The Beginning When Bob approached to urge me to get undressed I told him that I just couldn't. He responded just as I knew my prince charming would. He made me comfortable about not getting undressed. I turned went to the edge of the clearing sat down by a tree and opened my book. Bobbie, Joel and Bob ran and jumped into the water. I watched as they played tag. Grabbing each other screaming with laughter. As I watched, I became really annoyed with myself. Why was I so immature? Look at the fun they were having. I wanted Bob to like me; I didn't want him to think I was a baby. As I watched I decided that I had to force myself to grow up. They were not paying any attention to me; as a matter of fact I doubt they were even aware I was there. I stood up, striped out of my cloths and ran to the water and jumped in. The schock of the cold water took my breath away. As soon as my head surfaced, Bob swam over to me, tagged my shoulder and yelled your it. From that moment on, the best day of my life began. I chased after all of them, finally catching up to Bobbie; I lunged toward her and ended up tagging her on the breast. There was no embarrassment, it was just part of the game, no one even thought about it. My body was touched all over, and I touched them all over, but it was just a game. Everyone was cold and tired as we made our way to shore. Joel climbed out first, as I looked up at his wet naked body, I suddenly realized that the time to grow up was at hand. I would have to get out of the water and they would all see me naked. I said to myself, well here goes and I was out into the clearing. I was the one uncomfortable; they sort of accepted me naked as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Bob approached, took my hand and said come on. He led me to the middle of the clearing, where Joel and Bobbie were already flat on their backs with their eyes closed sunning themselves and drying. Bob said lie right here next to me. The sun felt wonful against my naked body. We lay there quiet, just drinking it all in. All of a sudden, I heard a rustling, opened my eyes and saw Joel and Bobbie, dressed and walking off hand in hand. Bob was still lying quietly next to me, so I just lay back down. A few minutes later I felt a shadow cover my face. I opened my eyes and Bob's head was lowering towards mine. I was startled but in a second his lips were upon mine. Oh my God, I thought I was dreaming this is just as I imagined it. He kissed me softly and I responded by putting my arms around him. His nude body pressed against me as we kissed again. His tongue was pressing against my lips, pushing and licking them. I slowly parted them and his tongue slipped in. I was in heaven. This was even better then I imagined. My breath was coming in short gasps. I felt something hard against my body, and could not for the life imagine what it was. Bob continued to kiss me, and I responded in what I guess was the most natural way, responding with equal intensity with my tongue. We separated momentarily; Bob look down at me and smiled the warmest smile I had ever experienced. He began kissing me again, but this time his tongue was licking my eyes, and all of a sudden he brushed his tongue across my ear. An electrifying chill ran through my body. My nipples, which were already hard, became so unbelievably sensitive, that just the touch of his body against them was causing my body to respond in almost the same way it did when I touched my self and had an orgasm. There were slight waves running through my abdomen. Suddenly Bob rolled over on his back. I lifted my self up on my elbow to look down at him. It was then that I saw, for the first time an erection. He had his hand around it. I asked what he was doing, and he said making myself feel good. He saw the question in my eyes. He said don't you touch your vagina to make yourself feel good. I turned so red, that it really was not necessary for me to answer. He said well this is how a guy does the same thing. I watched as his hand moved up and down the shaft of his penis. The head was turning a deep purple, and it seemed to swell even more. Bob reached over took my hand and placed it on his penis. I thought I was going to die! He said stroke it the way I was. I did as he asked, and just lost myself in what I was doing. I was starring intently at his penis. When my hand came up to the top the little hole in the center would open up. I was just going up and down up and down, when Bob said faster you have to go faster. I sped up my motion and he tensed and all of a sudden a gob of white spurted up right into my face. I jumped back, thinking that I hurt him or did something wrong. He laughed and explained what had just happened. I was so embarrassed, I felt so dumb. He then said you lay back, it's your turn. He pushed me back, leaned over and started kissing me again. He felt me start to breathe heavily, and slipped his hand down to my vagina. His finger rubbed along the lips, and I felt so wet I thought I had peed. Every time his now wet finger touched that certain spot, at the top of my vagina, I involuntarily jumped. He finally started to rub my quickly and my body tensed and I actually screamed with my first orgasm induced by someone other then myself. Bob's Story I was schocked to hear the splash and find Annie in the water with us. I just swam over tagged her and said your it. She seemed to just follow along with us as we played tag in the water. It was as if she was a part of our group forever. We all started to get cold and it was time to get out of the water. Joel Bobbie and I scampered out of the water; I turned and saw that Annie was still in the water a look of fear was on her face. The three of us lay down on the soft grass, not thinking of Annie. I knew that she could not stay in the water all day, and that once she gained the courage she would come out. It didn't take to long before I felt her presence next to me. I was as comfortable as I have ever been. The four of us were lying in the sun just soaking up its energy. I glanced over at Joel and saw that he and Bobbie were getting ready to leave. I guess they did not know how Annie would respond to their petting. At last we were alone. We had not said a word to each other since we were in the water. I lifted my self up on my elbow and gazed down at her. I don't know what came over me; she looked like an angel. I just bent over and kissed her. Annie appeared startled, but responded by throwing her arms around me and pulling me against her. I had a ragging hard on, and the pressure against her body felt great. I kept kissing her and she kept responding with soft moans and she kept on sighing oh oh oh. When my tongue brushed her ear and I softly blew in it. Goosebumps immediately appeared on her body and she started to respond with a bunch of what we determined later to be mini orgasms. I couldn't take it any longer. I could feel myself approaching an orgasm. I rolled off of her, and I guess without thinking, my right hand started to stroke my cock. I looked over at Annie she was looking at me puzzled. She asked what I was doing, and I told her. I then took her had and put it around my cock. What an unbelievable feeling. This was the first time someone other then myself had ever touched me. Her hand was so soft, but she really had no idea of what to do. I started giving her instructions. She was stroking gently, but squeezing the head when she got to the top of each stroke. I was about to explode and asked her to increase the pace and squeeze harder. She did so and while this was happening she was bent over in deep concentration when I exploded all over her face. She jumped back and gasped. She thought that she had hurt me or done something wrong. I sat up and wiped the cum off her face with my hand, kissed her deeply and told her exactly what had happened and I how much I loved it. I then eased her back down on her back, started to kiss her again, but this time I slid my hand down to her vagina. There was just a fine covering of hair and I stroked it very softly. She started to moan quietly. My tongue was circling her mouth, sucking on her tongue and at the same time she spread her legs opens as wide as she could. Her vagina was well lubricated and I started to rub her in earnest. As her inner lips swelled my finger slipped between them, but that was as far as it could go. I knew from what my Mom had taught me, that when a girl was a virgin there was a covering called a heyman that prevented you from entering her vagina. As my fingers began to concentrate on her clitoris, her body tensed and she screamed with an orgasm. She had become so sensitive that she grabbed my hand to stop it form moving. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply and gently as I could. I was looking down at her and was over come with a feeling that I could not describe, and one, which I had never experienced before, but it surely was special. Annie's Story I could not believe what had just happened, but my life was now changed forever. I looked over at Bob, and a feeling came over me that I never had before. He had just made me feel so good. I am totally speechless and cannot express myself. My reverie was broken by his beautiful voice. "Come on, we have to get going" he said. I snapped out of it and smiled at him and said "do we have to" Bob started to laugh and said we sure do, lets get dressed. We put on our cloths. Bob came over to me took my hand kissed me held me very tightly and said; "this has been the best day of my life". I couldn't believe he felt like I did. He started walking and slipped his arm around my waist and we started home. Bob's Story It was getting late, the sun was going down and it was time to go. Annie was lying next to me with her head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head and said come on its time to go. We both got dressed I took her hand pulled her to me and kissed her. I told her this was the best day of my life and slipped my arm around her waist and started for home. Annie's Story The first week flew by. I called my Dad on Sunday and told him I was having the best time of my life and that I wanted to stay for the whole summer. He laughed and told me how happy he was that I was having such a good time. I could not tell him what had transpired during that first week, but I was head over heals in love! Bob and I spent every minute we could together. We went to the quarry again with Joel and Bobbie and this time I needed no coaxing to join in the fun. Bob and I touched and kissed as often as we could. Bob's mother must have noticed that things had changed. I think she even caught us petting on the front porch late at night. On Wednesday of the next week Bob's mother asked if I would spend some time with her. I said I would love to. Secretly I was a little nervous, but I knew she was a sexual therapist and I now had a lot of questions to ask her. My mother could never speak to me about sex. Wednesday finally came and Mary and I were sitting comfortably on the coach in her office. She mentioned to me that she noticed that Bob and I were apparently more then just friends. I must have turned a million shades of red, so I knew that I did not have to answer that question, the answer was self-evident. She smiled and told me that she was really glad. If she could pick someone for her son to have his first serious relationship with it would be me. We made small talk for awhile and I really felt unbelievably comfortable with her. When she sensed that I was comfortable she started talking about sex. I told her I really knew nothing about it, only that the Nuns at school said it was a sin to engage in sex unless you were married. This led to a long detailed discussion about sex. I learned that there was a thing called oral sex and anal sex. She explained that you could do a lot of things without having intercourse. She gave me a couple of books to read and then we would talk again. I finished the books rather quickly. Mary and I talked for hours about the information that I was now privy to. I asked all sorts of questions and I believe I got straight answers. I felt kind of stupid when I asked if I could get pregnant if I swallowed sperm, or if I had sperm in my rectum. She did not make fun of me but answered all my questions with a very serious manner. The result of this educational program was that I couldn't wait to try some things with Bob. Bob's Story I could not believe how totally head over heals I was with Annie. When she told me that my mom wanted to talk with her I became very nervous. I approached mom and asked her why or what she was going to talk with Annie about. Mom said that she noticed that Annie and I seemed to be more then friends. I acknowledged that that was probably true. She also told me that she saw us necking on the porch. I started to get angry; feeling that Mom was spying on us, but I realized that that was not really what mom was about. She explained to me that Annie was a very innocent girl. She was sure that she did not understand much about sex and about what she or her body is feeling right now. I told mom that I thought she was right and that it was probably a good idea for her to have her little talk. The following Friday Annie and I went to the quarry ourselves. We swam and played tag and just horsed around a lot. We climbed out to the water and lay in the sun absorbing it energy as we always did. like we always did I soon started to kiss her. We had now become more comfortable with each other and knew what to do to make us feel good. Annie had just had a small orgasm when she removed my hand from between her legs and pushed me down on my back. She climbed between my now spread legs. I looked at her and said what are you doing. She laughed and said I want to try some things I have been reading about. With that she leaned forward and inserted her tongue into my mouth. She grabbed my hands and held them to the ground over my head. She was deeply kissing me. I could feel her long thick nipples rubbing lightly on my chest. She was now running her tongue around my ear and lightly blowing into it. I closed my eyes and just went with the fabulous feeling. She now was running her tongue around my nipples and lightly nipping them. I started to lift my hips up to get some pressure on my hard cock, but she was on her knees between my legs and when I arched up there was nothing but air. She was now running her tongue down my stomach towards my penis. My mind started to explode was she really going to do it. I could not believe that this was going to happen when I felt her tongue flick across the tip of my rock hard cop. My prick was now pulsating up and down on its own when she sucked it into her mouth. She started bobbing up and down on it and in seconds I exploded into her mouth. Annie's story On Friday bob and I went to the quarry. Like always we played in the water having a lot of fun. We were lying g on the ground absorbing the sun when we started to kiss. By this time Bob and I were both very comfortable with each other and knew exactly what to do to achieve orgasm. As Bob was playing with my vagina my mind was racing around all the things his mother was teaching me about sex. I now knew that there was a lot more then masturbation. I was wondering if I had the nerve to experiment when I felt the wave of a small orgasm roll through my body. After it passed I removed his hand from between my legs and pushed him down onto his back. I quickly decided then and there that I wanted to experience oral. I started to kiss him and blow into his ear. I licked his nipple and nipped them with my teeth. I had read all about this and the reaction I was getting was making me hotter then I already was. He was arching his back trying to press his now very erect penis against me, but I wouldn't let him. I then said to my self here goes, and flicked my tongue across the head of his penis. The texture was wonderful. Without giving it a second thought I sucked his whole penis into my mouth and started to bob up and down on it. It must have felt really good to Bob, because in really no time he exploded into my mouth. The sperm had a salty taste and a gummy thickness. I never thought that I would enjoy doing something like this but it made me feel so good to make him feel good. To be continued... The Beginning He sat on his chair and surveyed the scene as she slowly undressed in front of him. Nervously, she stood in front of him, wearing nothing now but her bra and knickers. He smiled and asked her if she remembered the safe word he had given her. For one wicked moment, he had toyed with the idea of giving her a completely unpronounceable safe word, imagining her frustration as she struggled to remember what it was should she feel he was pushing her too far! But in the end, he had decided on 'mercy'! he was a bit disappointed that he couldn't have thought up a better word in the heat of the moment, but what the hell, being her first time with him, he thought it would be cute to have her beg for mercy! He knew full well, though, that he would never push someone too far in their first session. After hearing her repeat the safeword, he sat forward slightly in his chair and beckoned her over. Instructing her to lie across his lap, her legs at one side of him, and her body on the other side. her soft buttocks forced upwards by the position of his legs underneath her. A perfect position for a good spanking! He gently pushed her head down and told her to relax. As he caressed her buttocks with one hand, he unfastened her bra with the other, carefully moving the straps over her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. She gasped softly as her breasts fell free, brushing against his legs as her bra fell away. He moved his hand around to her front and gently cupped one large breast, squeezing it gently and playfully tweaking the nipple. He could tell by her squirming, that it felt good. It was a good start! All the while, he had been slowly, but firmly, caressing her buttocks, and again, she had been responding by gently moving her hips around, trying to stimulate herself against his knees. His touch became lighter and lighter, as she still ground herself against him, until he moved his hand away. He sat there for a good 30 seconds watching her squirm about on his lap before bringing his hand down in a stinging slap, right across her buttocks. Quickly followed by another five slaps in quick succession. She squealed in surprise and shock, rather than pain, her body trembling with the sudden rush of excitement. He roughly pulled down her knickers to reveal a reddening pair of buttocks, and a growing damp patch on his knee! Instructing her to stand up, he told her to go and sit on the edge of the bed. His eyes followed her swaying form as she slowly made her way over and sat down facing him. He pointed to a drawer unit and told her to take the contents of the top drawer out and put them on the floor in front of her. Slowly, she took four leather cuffs out of the unit and placed them as instructed, obviously becoming excited at the thought of him fastening them on her. She was to be disappointed to find out that he wanted her to fasten them on herself, the larger ones around her ankles and the slightly smaller ones around her wrists. Then she was told to walk around to the foot of the bed and stand, legs apart, and hands behind her head, in the middle of the floor. He stood up and slowly walked towards her, instructing her to look forward at all times. Walking slowly around her, he eyed her up and down, her sweet face, her eminently kissable neck and shoulders, the slow rise and fall of her large breasts as she breathed deeply, her wide, womanly hips, the soft buttocks (nearly back to their original skin tone!), soft, creamy thighs that he longed to be between, and her damp, inviting bush, just waiting to be filled. So full of desire he was, that he could have taken her, in the middle of the floor, then and there, and they would both be satisfied. But no, she had given herself to him, for him to do as he pleased, and he had planned to do a lot more than just make love! Commanding her to lie down on the bed, she complied, and positioned herself as he requested, her legs apart, her hands behind her head again. He watched fascinated as she followed his commands without question and lay there expectantly. He stood at the foot of the bed, gazing at the beauty before him, her breasts slowly rising and falling with her every breath, nipples erect with excitement, legs apart, willing him to do what he desired. She sensed him eyeing her up and down, and she stared at him, almost willing him to do something, anything, to help her aching for him. He wasn't very happy with her look, and he told her that he would blindfold her if she looked at him again without permission. Biting her lip, she went back to staring at the ceiling.... Her concentration in avoiding his eyes was broken by the sound of metal chinking against metal. She longed to look, but knew that if she did, she would be blindfolded for the rest of the session and she didn't want that. The metal sound was made by the buckles of two wide leather belts that he had produced. Teasingly, he ran the leather ends of the belts up the inside of her legs, over her torso and breasts, very slowly. Repeating this four or five times, he could feel the tension within her body as she struggled to keep in the position he had told her to assume. He lifted the belt off her body for a few seconds, and then very gently dropped the end from about six inches onto her right breast. The sudden noise and the unexpected feel of leather dropping on her nipple made her jump. He laughed. She jumped again, her senses in a whirl, as a cold buckle was placed on her inner thigh, closely followed by another on on her other thigh. Playfully, he wrapped a strap around the top of her left thigh, and then slowly dragged it around, hesitating when the cold buckle passed her aching pussy. He repeated this again, but on her right thigh, again paying particular attention as the buckle passed her pussy. The next time he wrapped the strap around her thigh, he pulled it tight, asking her if it was comfortable, he tightened it notch, by notch. When she indicated that it wasn't comfortable anymore, he tightened it another notch, so that she wouldn't forget it was there and proceeded to attach the other strap around the top of her other thigh. This time, he didn't ask about her comfort, but instead just fastened it in the same notch as the first one. Her breathing had become noticeably heavier as her thighs were strapped up, and she was noticeably squirming around a lot more. Resisting the temptation to restrain her some more, at the moment, he climbed onto the bed and straddled her torso. Unable to stare at the ceiling any more, she moved her head down to see his erect cock bobbing up and down tantalisingly close to her mouth, She could resist no more... in a flash, her hands came from behind her head and had grabbed it, guiding him greedily into her mouth. Letting her have her way for a few moments, he relished the attention that she was paying him, he moved in unison with her, pushing himself deeper and deeper until he felt that she could take no more. He stood up, leaving her gasping, wanting more, begging him...... Calmly, he told her that she hadn't been told that she could do that, and as such he was going to punish her. He pulled her off the bed and made her kneel on the floor. She found it difficult to move as the straps around her thighs restricted her movements. Holding her wrists behind her back, he fastened the cuffs together and then pushed her forward so that although she was kneeling on the floor, her body was lying on the bed, her ass sticking up again. Rummaging around in a drawer, he produced a long strip of neoprene, soft and bendy, about 2 feet long, and 4 inches wide. He walked around behind her and stood for a moment. He raised the strip up and brought it down on her buttocks. She squealed as the neoprene made contact, the noise was frightening, as soft buttock met soft neoprene but he knew that it wasn't nearly as painful as it sounded, indeed after 20 strokes, there was hardly a sign that she had been touched at all, indeed, the '6 of the best' he had administered earlier was far worse. It didn't sound like that to her of course, the noise had suggested that she had been given a sound beating, her heightened senses had led her to believe it too. More of a mental, than a physical torture! He let her lie for a few moments before unfastening her wrists and telling her to lie on the bed again. Telling her that she wasn't to be allowed to do such a thing again, he told her to bend her knees. He quickly fastened a clip on each ankle cuff to a clip on each thigh strap to leave her legs trussed up. At feeling her legs being restrained in this uncomfortable way, she began to panic, and attempted to unfasten the clips.... This forced him to attach her wrists to clips on the top of the bed, leaving her effectively unable to move. By this time, she was gasping for breath, and obviously very excited and struggling against her bonds. He went to the drawer again and returned with 2 large, yellow, plastic clips. Her eyes were wide with anticipation as he lowered his mouth onto first one nipple, then the other, sucking and gently chewing each one in turn to the sounds of her loud moaning beneath him. Swiftly, he attached a clip onto each erect nipple, as she cursed him under her breath. Playfully, he flicked each one in turn as he stood up. Producing a ribbed condom from the drawer, he stood at her side, slowly unrolling it down his length. For the final time, he climbed onto the bed between her trussed up legs. Her moaning became louder as she felt his hot breath on her, and her whole body shook as she felt his tongue all over her, lapping her up. As he sensed that she could take no more, he moved his head away, looked deep into her eyes, held his cock at her open slit, teased her for a moment by holding it at her entrance, and then shifting his weight slightly forward, he entered her. They both came.... immediately. The Beginning The room was dark with the exception of moonlight streaming through the window; the curtains fluttering softly in the warm breeze. It felt as if the air had reached the bed and the gentle puffs were playing at her gown. As she opened her eyes the soft glow illuminated the cause of her disturbance. She gazed into his warm, golden brown eyes smiling down on her. She could only smile back and softly whisper, "Hi honey." Ever so slowly and seductively, his fingers continued to unbutton her gown. As he reached her breasts, he stopped for a moment. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his fingertips grazed her nipples. Instinctively she arched towards his hands, wanting more, needing more. He teased her by moving to the bottom of her full heavy breast, cupping and kneading it with his hand. Impatiently she reached for the next button undoing it, giving him more room, exposing her breasts fully to him. When her fingers moved to the next one, he stopped her. "No, you always seduce me. This is your time, lie back and let me make love to you." How could she refuse him? She loved his touch, how it sent electrical currents surging through her body. Dropping her hands to her side, she let him continue. His fingers began to milk her breasts. Surrounding the full tissue, he would draw them towards the nipple, firmly and growing with intensity until he reached his goal. Then, he would tweak and pull at them, causing them to swell and grow within his palm. Her breathing quickened and her hips began that seductive sway that told him she was beginning to respond. Closing her eyes, she gave way to the pleasure he was giving her. As her arousal level rose, so did her need for him. "I have to touch you, to feel you," she moaned as she reached for him. "That's fine, but nothing more. Understood?" She nodded her head in silence to him as her hand began to lightly caress his chest and arm. Turning a bit towards him, so that her body touched his, she welcomed him. He began to pull harder on her nipples, knowing how she loved it. Her fingers would dig into his skin for a moment, then relax as she grew accustomed to the pleasurable pain. "Please." "Please?" "Yes, Please.....please nurse me, suckle me." He lowers his mouth to her breast and draws the nipple in, never breaking eye contact with her. Sucking on it until it is as hard as a diamond in his mouth, he begins to flick his tongue rapidly over it. Faster and harder he goes until she thinks she is about to climax, then abruptly he stops, and smiles a wicked grim at her. "You're not getting off that easy my pet. This will take a while." He dips his head to the other breast and begins again. This time, he uses his teeth to draw out the nipple. She gasps in pleasure, shivering with delight. Her legs fall open and he places his leg between them; immediately she begins to grind on it. He feels the heat and the wetness he has caused in her. With his mouth still sucking her nipple, his hand begins to trail down her body. When his fingers touch the downy softness of her curls, she moans and freezes. But he is not going to let her off that easily, he intends to tease her into a frenzy tonight. He brushes his fingers across the lips, feeling the heat they enclose, a heat that he fired, and that only he knows how to quench. Running the palm of his hand over her, she pushes up against it, turns her face to his chest and cries out. "Honey, touch me......God, don't make me beg. Please, I need to feel your fingers on me, in me....." Taking his hand, he begins to stroke her slit, teasing her, listening to her sighs. Yet, he is having a hard time holding back, her wetness calls to him. Taking a finger, he dips between the lips and coats it. Bringing to her nipple, he paints it with her juice, and begins to lick it off. "Again," she cries. And again he fingers her, this time taking time to play with the inner lips. She is so aroused, so ready for him. Grasping one with his fingers, he pulls and tugs on it, surprised that she is not brushing his hand away in shyness. But she couldn't now if she wanted too, she knows that tonight is the night they cross what little barrier is left between them. He knows it too. Her hand drops from his chest downwards to join his. Her delicate fingers begin to play with her clitoris as he is gathering her wetness again. He moves down her body to lay his head on her thigh, to watch this show she is giving. Taking his fingers, he parts the full lips as not to hide any thing from his view. He looks up to her face and sees her close her eyes in shyness from him. "Look at me," he commands her, yet her eyes still remain closed. He knows that deep within her there is a struggle going on, who will win out, the shy lady or the wanton woman. With a softer, yet still commanding voice, he again states, " Look at me." With difficulty she opens her eyes and meets his. Blushing furiously she attempts to move her hand away from her pussy, but he quickly covers it with his. Using only his hand, he conveys to her to continue her self pleasure. He dips his finger into her wet, tight pussy, know that this will cause her to quickly forget her embarrassment. Steadily he strokes in and out, first one finger, then two. Rising up on his elbow next to her, he kisses her deeply, silently telling her that everything is all right, nothing will change, no matter what happens. Letting the shyness pass, she begins to milk his fingers with her pussy, pulling them deeper and deeper into her. Again he pulls her fluids from her, but this time he brings them to her lips. "Lick my fingers clean." Never breaking their glance, she takes his fingers, coated with her pussy juice into her mouth. She moans around his fingers, licking and sucking them as if it was his cock he was feeding her. Over and over he does this, until her lips are covered in her wetness. He pulls her legs off of the side of the bed, and drops to his knees between them. Pushing her legs far apart and upwards, he looks at the very core of her. "Spread yourself for me." She dips her thumbs between the lips and pulls them open, allowing him to see her hard clit sticking up, the folds of her inner lips, glistening as if covered with morning dew. So hard is her arousal that she has opened up, like a rose on a warm summer day. And much like a rose, her fragrance rises to meet him, heavy and sweet. He tenderly touches her clit, watching both it and her entire body respond. Copious wetness flows from her, gathering on the sheets between her legs. He then takes his thumbs between the slit, opening her up even further to his gaze. "Touch yourself. I want to watch you stroke your clit, play with your pussy. I want you to cum for me." She is beyond any place sexually that she has ever been before. Willingly she drops her hand and begins to stroke. He watches how she avoids direct contact with her clitoris, rather, she rapidly strokes and caresses the side shaft. Her head tosses from side to side, enjoying the sensations that her fingers are giving her, and more so, that she is so exposed to him. He places a finger just at the opening and watches her hips rise up to fuck it. "Oh God, please, please give it to me, I am so close," she cries out in frustration. "Is that what my little slut wants? Does she want me to finger fuck her?" "Yes, oh God, yes. Please fuck me baby." He teases her by only sliding in to the first knuckle, denying her the feeling of fullness. Amazed by the juices running from her, he slowly and agonizingly teases her pussy. "Jack off your clit for me. Take it between your fingers and show me how you cum." Obeying him, she grasps her clit like a tiny cock and strokes the shaft for him. Sliding his finger in deeper, he feels her orgasm beginning to build. Moving his face closer, he watches her fingers fly over her clit, amazed at how stiff and thick it has grown. Her cries of passion have become louder than he has ever heard from her. Her pussy has turned to a dark rose color and the erotic smell of her is overwhelming his senses. He can stand it no longer and lowers his mouth to her clit. Just as he wraps his lips about it, she cums, squirting into his mouth, on to his chin, flooding him with her hot, sweet cum. She pulls his face deeper into her, as if she never wishes for him to stop. Her cries peak as her body shakes underneath him. Slowly the tremors stop except for the occasional aftershock. He lies next to her on the bed, and pulls her close, kissing her deeply, sharing her taste with her. He is surprised by a salty taste to her kiss, and looks up to see tears. She lowers his face to the crook of his neck, seeking a moment's respite from the turmoil of emotions that are churning within her. He holds her gently and tenderly, knowing that this is a new beginning. As if she read his mind, she looks up and smiles. She rolls over, takes the pillow under her arms, and rises to her knees. Her ass is up in the air, an offering. "Love, I am ready. Take me." The Beginning It is early fall the colors of the trees are amazingly alive, the girl drives a long dusty road alone. There is a chill in the air but she doesn't notice it, the pounding of her heart drowns out the music on the radio. She's been driving for and hour and it's still only 8 a.m. She begins searching for the house HE described to her... large home from the early 1940's the outside was stone, up ahead she sees it, her heart skips a beat and she turns into the drive way. She parks the car in the rear as instructed walks to the front door. She hesitates before knocking, her mind races, what am i doing here? her knees grow weak a lump in the throat makes her feel as though she can't breath yet she presses forward toward the old oak door, she knocks 4 times, just as He told her to do, the door opens, no one is there. she notices a note pinned to the coat rack in large black letters it reads GIRL. She enters the house takes the note and opens it, she reads: "girl I am very glad you are here, I trust you have followed your instructions to the letter, parked in the rear, entered the front door, dressed in black hose and garters, no panties black skirt just to the knee, white blouse no bra, and black heals, if you have followed all this close the door behind you and move to the room on the right toward the far wall you will see a small carpet, stand on it and wait for me. If the girl has not followed instructions, GO NOW" The girl had of course followed each detail He had giving to her. her heart racing, she wondered if perhaps she shouldn't just go anyway she swallowed hard took a deep breath and closed the door, the excitement of being near Him made her groin tingle and stir. she moved to the room and found the carpet, although she'd hope He would meet her, He was not in sight. She stood in the middle of the carpet wondering to herself why He was not there?, why the note?, why did it simply tell her to stand there and not kneel for Him? her legs were shaky her breath was short and quick. she wondered if perhaps He wouldn't be there at all? if He thought she would be smart enough to strip and kneel like any good sub would, she quickly tried to clear her mind, she was to do ONLY as HE told her to. she stood as still as possible then about 15 minutes later she began to feel as if He would not be coming just as she had decided that perhaps she should go she heard His voice "GIRL He yelled" she was about to turn when He reminded her she was NOT to move unless instructed. her legs weaken but she held her ground. He spoke again " GIRL look to your left on the table and get the blindfold I have placed there " she quickly did as instructed and returned to the carpet. "very good girl" HE spoke a bit more softly now. Put the blindfold on tightly her trembling hands didn't work well or fast, from the distance He noticed the shaking of her fingers as she worked to tie the blindfold securely in place, the sight made Him smile to Himself. Once the girl had the blindfold on she returned her hands to her side and stood very still almost statue like frozen in time... what seemed like an eternity passed and she could feel He eyes on her closer now like a heat burning through the thin blouse that covered her breast she had no idea why she could tell be knew He was staring right through the white material her nipples hardened at the thought, as the white blouse hid nothing she heard Him walk just a bit closer speaking again " very good girl " this made her nipples perk more the feeling of the cloth against them felt so good. she heard His footsteps move closer her heart pounding she swallowed hard trying not to move or make a sound. "girl, have you followed EVERYTHING I commanded of you" she tried to speak nothing would come out of her mouth again He said "GIRL, HAVE YOU FOLLOW ALL YOUR INSTRUCTIONS?" she knew she had to answer, so she tried again, this time a soft whisper escaped her lips, yes Sir. He smiled knowing what wasn't under the black skirt, He commanded her to drop the skirt to her ankles she felt as though her heart would pulse right out of her chest but her hands worked furiously on the button and zipper soon the skirt was around her ankles knowing that His eyes had undressed her even before He commanded it, she felt the blush rushing over her body a heat the started at her face and flowed down to her toes. not bad for a shy girl He said, she could hear the approval in His voice this made her feel a bit at ease. Just as she started to relax, He commanded she remove the blouse, she wanted to protest, after all she couldn't see Him but knew better and did as told. she stood blindfold, in hose garters and heals, wondering what He was thinking what was He doing she felt a tingling sensation over her bottom rippling as He said "KNEEL" she dropped to her knees quickly trying hard to remember the exact position she repeated it in her minds as she moved, kneeling, legs slightly parted, hands resting on thighs with palms up, back straight head up eyes cast down, however she realized it didn't' matter where her eyes were she entered the kneeling position with perfection, just as He'd told her to do so many times before when they were chatting on line. she sensed His smile knowing that this had made Him very happy. He walked closer she felt His hands on her hair stroking it softly the first touch almost made her squeal out loud but she bite her lip so it didn't escape. He walked around her several times reaching out little by little touching her hair, shoulders, back the heat of His hands left a burning ache in her stomach He stopped just in front of the girl His hands on both sides of her head caressing her hair back the warmth of the smile she knew He had put her as ease.... she heard His zipper His hands back on her head this time with more force... "place your hands behind your back girl" He ordered she did as He commanded a huge smile parted His lips as HE said it's TIME to begin....................... The Beginning I unlocked the door and went in. I set my luggage down and turned on the lights. I tossed the key onto the table and sat down in the chair. What an exhausting flight that was! I certainly was glad to finally get to the hotel, check in and take my shoes off. All day in those shoes, my feet were screaming "Soak me!" I would, but later. Right now, I had to check my email. I got my laptop out of its case, and plugged it into the phone jack. I keyed it up and logged into my email account. There was a message from you! That always brightens up my day. I opened it and read it. You told me that you were looking forward to my arrival and that I was to let you know where and when I got into town. My heart began to beat like crazy. I hit the reply button and told you that I was finally in town, and that I was at the Hyatt Regency. I also said that there would be something for you at the front desk for when you came to see me. I hit send and anticipated a reply. I sat there for about 20 minutes when I heard "You've got mail!" come across my laptop. I opened my account and lo and behold! there was another message from you. In it, you said that you were still at work, but that you would be over to the hotel at 4:30pm after you got off from work, and that you would check at the front desk for my little something for you. I replied back that I was glad you got my message and that I would be waiting for you. When I sent the reply, I felt a rush flow over me like warm water all over me. Just the thought of being in the same city as you makes my blood boil. I smiled and sighed deeply and logged off my computer, and put it away. Now, time to get ready. I went over to my luggage and opened up my suitcase. I pulled out my clothes and hung them up so they wouldn't get wrinkled, of course. I put my toiletries in the bathroom, and decided to take a soothing shower before you got there. It was only 2:30pm, and I had lots of time to get ready. I removed my travelling clothes and threw on my bathrobe. I then turned the water on in the bathtub, making sure of the right temperature, and then pulled the knob for the shower. I let my robe fall off my shoulders, and stepped in, letting the warm water relax all the tension from a long day's travelling out of me. I let the water cascade over my head. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I closed my eyes and could feel the water flow over me. I pushed my hair back off my face as the water baptized me, and matted my hair down. I lightly glided my hands over my body, softly caressing my breasts and slowly rubbed my hands over my hips. I grabbed the soap and started to lather up myself, when my mind thought back to the day that you and I met online and started our relationship. We had such a wild chat that day. Telling one another how wet we both got when we were excited, how much we enjoyed having our pussies licked and sucked, our clits tickled and our fingers going into our pussies. I closed my eyes and thought about that, and as I did, my hand nonchalantly went down my body over my breasts. I have huge breasts, and I can't wait for you to get your mouth around one of them. I slowly, softly caressed my right breast, holding it up and letting the water flow over it, watching my nipple rise with the flow of water, and feeling the tingle flow through me from my nipple to my pussy. I lather up my hands, and lovingly, caress both my breasts in my hands, pushing them together and watching the soap cover them. I run my fingers over my nipples, and they rise higher and get so hard, I pull them as I wash them and the tingles begin to really flow into my stomach and down to my pussy. I run my hands over my stomach, then over my hips and down to my legs. I rub soap all over my legs and work my hands between my legs. I put one foot up on the side of the tub, and cup my hands to caress my pussy, already soaked just from thinking of you. My lips, soft and swollen, with just a thin layer of cream seeping through my slit, I put my hands on both sides of my lips and gently pry open my lips. I run my fingertip lightly over the insides of my lips and shockwaves go through me. I close my eyes and start lightly rubbing my lips, thinking of all the things you and I have talked about in the past, and of all the things that we will do today, tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives. My clit peeks out from under its hood and I pull it back and start flicking it with my fingernail, feeling the sparks fly through my stomach and up to my breasts. With one hand, I caress and pull my tits and nipples; with the other hand I start to massage and rub my clit and pull it, fantasizing that it's your mouth covering my pussy and closing around my hard wet clit. I picture you sucking it, licking it with the tip of your tongue, your hands holding my hips as I grind against you. I picture me pulling my nipples harder, twisting them and feeling the twinges of pain and pleasure collect in my pussy. I feel my finger slip inside my wet hole, and I pretend that that is your tongue, reaching inside me to feel my inner walls and my pussy grabs onto my finger like it will your tongue and you flick it in and out, like a lizard, holding my hips as I grind harder against your mouth, my cream and juices smearing around your face and mouth as I cum. By now, I am rubbing my pussy furiously, and pulling my nipples, I burst with a rush of juice flowing out of me, the waves of pleasure holding onto me, as I cum in the shower. As the waves decrease in intensity, I slide down the wall of the shower, and sit with the water running over me, my pussy throbbing as I catch my breath. Finally, I am able to stand and finish washing so that I can be ready for you when you come. I dry off and dress, putting on my best dress for you -- a dark blue, one piece, knee length dress that zips down the back, with jacket to match, bra, suspenders, thigh high stockings, no panties, and shoes to match. Add my pearls and my tennis bracelet, and I'm all set for you. I get an envelope out of my purse, and get the extra key that I had the front desk make for me. I sit at the desk in the room, take out a piece of hotel stationery, and write out a note to put with the key -- "I knew you would come. Room 2315. Come straight up. I'll be waiting for you." I put the key into the envelope wrapped around the note, and head for the front desk. I put your name on it, and hand it to the desk clerk, telling him to give it to you when you come in. I go back up to the room and continue to prepare the room. In my other bag, I get out the bottle of brandy I brought along with me and set it on the table, then I get the glasses I brought, and then I go get some ice. I also brought along some special things to share with you, and I put them where I can get to them. I look at my watch -- 4:00pm. In half an hour, you will be here. I decide to go out onto the balcony to wait. My heart is pounding with anticipation and my pussy is still throbbing from my solo performance in the shower. I sit in the chair by the table on the balcony and wait. At precisely 4:30pm, I hear a soft tap on the door. My heart leaps into my throat, but I tell myself to keep calm. I move so that I can watch you come into the room without you seeing me watching you from the balcony. You put the key into the lock, and walk in, and look around. I hear you call out to me, but no answer. I am mesmerized at the sight of you. You are as every bit as beautiful as you described yourself to me, tall, about 5'8" same as me, 34D breasts, tanned all over with a swimmer's build, and long dark hair with red highlights in it. I am captivated by your beauty, but I don't make any movement just yet to let you know where I am. You set your purse down and walk slowly in the room, calling out my name and looking for me. You are closer to the window now, and I can see your sparkling green eyes with just a hint of devilishness in them. I hear you call out my name again, and as you turn your face away from the window, I say softly, "Don't turn around, my love. Walk over to the bed facing away from the window and sit down on the bed." For a moment, you are stunned, but you stay facing away from the window, and walk over to the bed and sit down on it. I can hear you breathing as I walk in. I see you start to turn around but I say, "Don't turn around. Not yet, my love" You hear me walking towards the bed, and even from the distance that I'm at right now, I can hear your excitement, and I can smell your excitement, too. I'm standing on the other side of the bed and I hike my skirt up and crawl up on the bed behind you. You feel me sitting behind you, and even without touching you, I can feel you trembling. The only sound we hear is each other breathing. I reach out and put my hand on the back of your head and lean in closely. "Are you scared, my love?" "Yes." "Why?" I start letting my hand slowly caress the back of your head. "We've both been waiting so long for this. Why are you scared, my love?" "I've never felt like this before." you answer, your voice trembling. "Felt like what, my love?" I drag my finger tips across your shoulders and down your back. "So in love with someone. I've loved others, but I've never been truly 'in love'." "Stand up, my love." you stand and I can see that your whole body is trembling. I walk around to your side of the bed and put my hand on your arm. "Look at me, darling." You turn and look at me, and I smile at you, you smile back and we both have hints of tears in our eyes. "I'm telling you, right here and now, you will always be so very loved by me, darling. Forever." and I reach over to you and pull you to me, and we hug one another as if we had never hugged anyone ever in our lives. Your nose buried into my neck and shoulder and I could hear and feel you breathing against my neck, memorizing my scent, and my arms held you like I was holding onto you for dear life. We both cried, and laughed and giggled, and hugged for at least 10 minutes, till finally you broke the hug just long enough to look into my eyes, and you whispered to me, "Don't ever let me go." and I nodded and whispered back, "I won't, I promise." We leaned into each other and we kissed deeply, passionately, our mouths fused together, our tongues in each other's mouths, our arms around one another, our bodies fusing together. I pulled you away for just a moment, and asked you if you would care for a drink, that I brought along something special for us. You pulled yourself back into me and said, "I don't need anything but you right now." and walked us back to the bed and you had me sit on the bed. You stepped back so that I could watch you. You turned around and reached back and slowly unzipped your dress. Then, you pushed it off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground. I wasn't the least bit surprised that you were totally naked after you slipped it off. You were just as I pictured you, and you took my hand and stood me up, and unbuttoned my jacket and slipped it off my shoulders. Then, you turned me around and unzipped my dress and pushed it off my shoulders, too, and laid it on the chair. Now, I stood in just my bra, my suspender belt, and my stockings and shoes. You knelt down and slipped off my shoes, caressing my feet and ankles as you did, then you reached up and slid my stockings off one by one. As you knelt down there, you were eye to eye with my pussy and you could smell my excitement, but you made no attempt, just yet, to touch or kiss me there, though I was aching for you to. Then, you stood back up, and turned me around and undid my bra and slipped it off me. Now, I was as naked as you were, and you turned me around, holding me at arms length. I looked down at you and was just captivated again by your beauty. You took my hands and lead me over to the bed, we stood by it, and you took me into your arms, my breasts pushing against yours, and we kissed again, deeply and passionately, our tongues slipping into one another's mouths, and your hands moving up and down my back, touching my ass and my thighs, and the crease where my legs begin and my ass ends. My hands are doing the same to you, I feel the tightness of your body, the firmness of your butt and stomach against mine. You smile, reading my thoughts -- in the latter years of my life I've kind of let myself go, and you smile, and say, "Dont worry, dear. I'll get you back into shape." I smile, and you push me back on the bed. You kneel down and push my legs apart and put your hands on my thighs. You then help me to lay back on the bed, and you come up over me and lay over top of me, your hair hanging down in your face, your breasts also hanging and swaying with every move you make. You straddle me, and I feel your pussy, already wet and creamy, against my own, and you lean down putting a hand on either side of me, and you kiss me again, so deeply, so lovingly, our breasts again pushing together, my hands coming up around you, holding you to me. My hands go to your head and run my fingers through your hair, then travel down lightly over your back and over your hips, and the tops of your thighs. You break our kiss and move your mouth to my neck, sucking and nipping at my neck. I feel your tongue licking me tasting the sweet saltiness of my skin. Your tongue rubs around my earlobe, and I go skyward. A moan escapes my lips as you kiss my ear and run your tongue over it. As you do, I feel your legs close around my hips and start to grind against me. Your mouth, in the meantime, has moved to my right breast, and you take it in your hand and push your mouth to my nipple, sucking it and licking it, making it wet with your saliva, and you pull it with your lips and teeth. Shocks go through my body, and I push my breasts upwards to your mouth. My hands clamp around your head and hold you to me as I will our baby, someday. You suck and lick my nipple, your other hand massaging and rubbing my other breast, pulling on my nipple and making it hard. Then, I feel your mouth go to it and suck on it as you did the first one. Then, you take both my breasts in each hand and push them together, as if you are trying to make one great big breast, and you take both nipples in your mouth. My hands are on your shoulders, and you let my breasts go, and start kissing your way down my stomach. You run your tongue around my navel, and flick your tongue in and around it, more shockwaves, flow through me and I hold the back of your head. Your hands are on my hips cause I am moving all over the bed. I feel your nipples graze against my thighs as you lick and kiss around my navel. I reach back and grab the head board and push myself up to your mouth and I feel your hands move to my legs. Then, you kiss down my right leg, over my knee and calf, over my foot and toes, then start your way back up my left leg. As you do this, you spread my legs. Now, you can see inside me. My lips are swollen and wet, the juices are seeping from my slit. You open my legs wide, as wide as they will go and lean down, and give my mound a nice kiss. Then, on my lips, just on the outside you kiss them. Something explodes inside me when I feel your lips on my lips, and a long slow moan comes out of me. You push my legs up till they are bent and you hold them back and you kiss my pussy again. I feel my pussy kiss you back. You kiss my lips again and again, over and over, just kissing it, never slipping your tongue in or anything. You are necking with my pussy, and I am going over the edge with anticipation and excitement, and you know it. My cream and juices are, by this time, pouring out of me, and you finally can't take it anymore either, and you french kiss my pussy. You part my lips with your tongue, your tongue slips into my wet slippery hole and you hold onto me for the longest kiss ever. I'm totally sailing over the edge but you keep me held back, because you are going to make me cum so hard for you. You push my legs back and grab a pillow and stuff it under my hips and you spread my legs again, as wide as they will go and begin lapping my pussy, sucking my lips, chewing on them literally, and pulling on my clit with your lips. I am holding onto your head and shoulders, and I grab my tits at some point and start pulling and pinching my nipples, my hips grinding and bucking against your mouth and face at the same time. You hold my hips and ass, and lap at my pussy like a puppy drinking from its water dish. I am grinding harder, writhing under you so much that you hold my hips and ass, and as you lick and suck my clit and lips, you slip a finger into my asshole, and that sends me skyrocketing over the edge. You wiggle your tongue in my pussy, your nose bumps against my clit as you lick me, and your fingers wiggle around my asshole, and its all so wonderful! I feel my body tense up, and so do you. You lick faster, you wiggle your fingers faster and harder, and my legs begin to shake and shudder, and I grab your face, and with a loud moan, I tell you "Open wide, darling!" and a rush of cream and juice flows from me like a river busting through a dam. You keep your mouth there the whole time and devour all my cream and juice, swallowing every drop, bathing at what doesn't go into your mouth. The spasms are incredible, all the tensions have left my body, and I am floating in space. When the spasms subside, you crawl back up to me, your face and hair covered in my cum, and I hold you against me and lick and kiss you, tasting myself on your lips. I suck your tongue and lips clean of all my cum on you and feed it back to you in a kiss. You lay on top of me as we kiss, and I look up into your eyes and we smile, and I whisper, "This is only the beginning." The Beginning AUTHORS NOTE: This was one of the first stories I ever wrote. It is not my best and I have waited a long time to share it. I didn't want to change it much because I believe writing is an art and shouldn't really be changed from it's original work except for grammar and such. With this in mind I hope you enjoy this story!!. Thank You. Chrissy and I had been friends for some time. We had fooled around a little but nothing serious. I was married and she had a boyfriend. However, one day she mentioned that she would like me to dominate her. This is what transpired. It was a crisp, sunny, April morning. There was still frost on the grass. I had told Chrissy to meet me at my house early that morning. I watched her pull up through the window. Her hair was gathered at the back with a red ribbon. She had on a tight, short, little red dress that I had picked out a few weeks back. It pushed her breasts up very nicely. She stepped from the car and slowly began walking towards the house. I could feel that she was very scared. She was staggering slowly towards the door. She was fidgeting with her dress, trying to pull it lower. She walked up to the door and stood there for a second, then knocked. I went to the door. "Hello",I said "Hello, Mistress" "Come in and go to the back room, I will be there in a moment!" She hesitantly walked in and began walking to the back room. I could see her face turning red and I could hear the nervousness in her voice. "I want you on your knees and facing away from the door!" I went to my room and gathered my toys. I walked back to the back room and stepped just inside the doorway. She was kneeling with her head bowed and her hands behind her back. I was watching her back rise and fall deeply with every breath. I quietly entered the room and stepped behind her. I reached around her face and put a blindfold over her eyes. She jumped. She had not realized until just then I was in the room. I then proceeded to cuff her hands behind her back. I put my hands at her shoulders and began to gently massage. I slowly began pulling the straps of her dress down just past her ample breasts. Her breast sprung out and were pushed forward by her hands being behind her back. She had on the nipple clamps I had asked her to wear. I reached down and slid my hand down her stomach. I reached her panties and pulled them off firmly. "When you are with me, you are not to wear panties, is that understood?" "Yes, Mistress" I began rubbing her clit, I stuck a finger deep inside her pussy to see if she was wet. Indeed she was. "I want you to sit here and be a good slave, I will be back!" I walked out of the room. Jack, my husband had arrived and was waiting patiently on the couch. I motioned with my finger for him to come. We both entered the room. Chrissy noticed someone else was there. She started pulling against the bondage. "Who is that, who else is here?" "Quiet, slave... you will find out soon enough!" Jack went over and began brushing his stiff cock against her back. He pulled at her hair and shoved his cock against her cheek. He went around in front of her and began to take down his shorts. "Mistress...?!" She whimpered. I could tell she was looking for approval. "You will do what I tell you to him. You will trust me, is that understood?" "Yes Mistress" Jack shoved his cock deep down her throat. My she was a little whore, sucking my husbands cock right there in front of me. She sucked his cock very well. He came shortly, not being able to hold back from the pleasure of her blow job. He came forcing his cum filled cock down her throat. He pulled his pants up and came over to me. I thought he was coming to talk to me about our next move, put instead he grabbed my arms and threw me to the ground. I was shocked, but was ready to do as he said. He knelt down beside Chrissy and said. "You are going to eat my wife's pussy, do you have a problem with that?" "No, Master" She said rather quickly. He took her head and pushed it against my already wet pussy. I jumped as I felt her nose touch my clit and the warmth of her tongue slide into my juicy cunt. Jack came around and stuck his cock in my mouth. Chrissy was sticking her tongue hard and fast in my cunt. Her nose was rubbing against my clit. She would take her tongue out and bite at my clit hard and fast and then resume fucking me with her tongue. She was wiggling against her confinement. I could tell she wanted me bad. Jack took his cock out of my mouth and went and released Chrissy. "I am releasing you on one condition; That you make my wife cum, like she's never cum before, Is that understood?" She pulled herself from my pussy just long enough to say, "Yes, Master!" She feverishly began working at my pussy again, hard and fast. But know she slid two fingers into my cunt and began pounding them back and forth as she would bite at my clit and then lick at my pussy lips. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I grabbed her head and began pushing her tongue deeper in my pussy. I was gyrating my hips against her face. I wanted her more then anything at that moment! She was making me so hot. My husband went around behind her and started fucking her in the ass, with every thrust of his cock her nose would hit my clit, sending a pulse of ecstacy through my body. My body started to shake and tremble. I felt my self about ready to explode. I could tell Chrissy was ready to cum too because she got faster and harder at my pussy. We all came at the same time and then just collapsed to the floor. My husband got himself together and left. Chrissy and I held each other and kissed for what must have been hours. AND THAT'S JUST THE BEGINNING... The Beginning My name is Michael and I'm 5 foot 6, weighing around 132 pounds. I've got an athletic body as I work out 3 times a week plus I join the Taekwondo club. My girlfriend Christina is half a foot shorter than I am and she weighs nearly 90 pounds. She goes for jogging and swimming thus keeping herself in shape. She has fine 36C tits that really defy gravity. To top that are her two sensitive brown nipples that stand out like the tip of pencils at the slightest arousal. She also has a beautiful ass that cries for attention. I can never refrain myself from touching it whenever I can. Being Asians, we both have black hair and pearl black eyes. Christina's lips are full and slightly pout, just begging to be kissed. After getting formalities out of the way, I'd like to let you know a bit about Christina. When we first started dating, she was very traditional and reserved about sex or anything related to it. Being Asian and all, this was our culture and it was no surprise. Unbeknownst by her, I was on a mission to change her into a whole different person; in other words, opening her up. She was a hottie, there was no doubt about that. Almost every guy in my school has tried to get their hands under her well reserved clothing that hides her assets. Always seen in shirts and no shorter than knee length skirts. Even dressed in such a way she caught the eyes of many. However, I was lucky enough to be her boyfriend. So we started to date and frequently we would go over to my place to study as my place has room and privacy. There's plenty of room in the attic which I converted into a study/entertainment/hangout place for me and my friends. This was where we studied together each day after school. At the beginning she just wore her shirt and skirt, and we sat opposite of each other on the study table and discussed about homework. Then I coaxed her and let her know how beautiful she was and that she shouldn't hide her beauty. But every time she would reply, "You're just flattering me... that's not the truth..." Well, after a couple of weeks, she started donning herself differently as I observed. She shocked me by coming out of the washroom one day as we were at my place ready to begin studying, changed out of her school things. She told me she needed to use the washroom but how was I to know that she has secretly brought along some clothes to change in her school bag. She came out wearing a light yellow sundress with flower patterns on it. And it didn't even reached her knees, an improvement for her at any rate. A string around the waist tied to her back made sure the sundress clung tightly around her shapely figure. The dress also had a V-neckline that showed a hint of her globes. She was blushing while standing there waiting for my reaction. I was stunned at her beauty and sudden change. But I also knew my plans were in place. "You look stunning in that dress!" I said to her, "What's the occasion?" "Oh nothing... I just felt like a change of attire... It's more comfortable this way," was her reply. I just nodded in agreement. To add to the shock, she took the chair and sat right next to me as we studied. I could smell her heavenly and intoxicating fragrance. I slowly and carefully put my arm around her waist and letting it settle on her lap. She sat with her legs crossed causing her dress to end up at mid-thigh. I could feel her soft skin under my fingers. It was my first touch of her. Throughout the study I softly caress her tight and I could almost hear her let slip a little moan of pleasure. To say the least I think we both didn't pay much attention to our studies that day. Her sundress attire continued for a while and I kept letting her know of my thoughts about her clothes. It was a feast for my eyes. Further more, we were getting closer and more intimate with every study session. Now we sit side by side instead of opposite of each other and I would let my hands wrap around her and touch her sensually. Then again she shocked me by a change of attire. This time I almost fell out of my chair. The day before we were practically in an embrace as my arms were wrapped around her while we were reading our respective books placed on the table. I would draw circles on her arm and every now and then peck her on her neck, shoulder and even as far as her cheek. At the start she would turn around and playfully hit me and frown at me. Then after a while she showed no signs of retaliation. Her body language even told me she liked it. Then she asked me about what clothes I like girls to wear. So I started with a few that were popular nowadays and were to my liking. "Erm... spaghetti straps, halter tops, singlet, tubes, even shirts..." "Do you think..." she asked me nervously, "do you think I would look good in any of those that you mentioned?" She was blushing again. "You? I think you would look good in anything! Honest! You've got a killer body and I can't think of anything that could make you look ugly" I was telling the honest truth. She seemed to be in deep thought after that. I know what she was thinking now. Lo and behold, standing before me she was wearing a white halter top tied around her neck and has quite a neckline. It was also short, showing a fair bit of her flat stomach. To match that she had the shortest skirt I'd ever seen her in. It was a light blue, silk, mid thigh tight skirt and it was stunning on her. My jaw must have dropped to the floor because she was chuckling at my reaction. She came over to the table to grab the history book she planned to read and went over to the couch. My eyes were following her every move, not even blinking. When she came over, I thought I caught a hint of black spots on her chest. Then when she took her book and turned around, I was even more in a state of shock. The top she was wearing had all but a string at the back of it keeping it together. And she was not wearing a bra. Settling herself comfortable on the couch, she opened her book and started reading. I was still staring at her then. She chuckled and asked me," Aren't you coming over to join me?" patting on the space next to her. I didn't need a second invitation. Sitting behind her I wrapped my arms around her and in that position they were right under her beautiful breasts. I could feel their softness as her chests moves up and down on every breath. At that position I could smell her fragrant hair and her body. I could feel the smoothness of her soft skin. I couldn't resists planting a kiss on her exposed back. She sighed and that was my cue. I started to kiss all over her back. Some light pecks while others wet kisses. I could feel her body moving with my each kiss and I was so into it that I didn't even realize that she had dropped her book. She has her eyes closed and was fully enjoying my attention. Her moans of pleasure were getting louder and louder. I kissed all over her back, her shoulders, her neck, slowly advancing towards my final destination—her lips. My fingers lightly traced her face while pulling her face towards me. I then lightly pecked on her lips at first, causing her to stir from her pleasure. She looked into my eyes and I could see the desire burning inside of her. This time I kissed her harder than the last time, making sure she felt my kiss. Then I went in for it and started to French kiss her. She immediately responded by wrapping her arms around me and opening her mouth to me. Out tongues playfully teased with each other. We kept kissing and kissing, tasting each other's saliva, teasing each others tongue and it become more and more urgent. I let my hands roam around her back, touching her smooth skin, caressing her. Then I made a daring move, I pulled lightly on the knot that tied was tied around her back. Slowly but surely it loosened. Until finally it was untied and I let my hands caress her freely without any obstruction. She seemed even more pleased at this as she moaned with my every touch. By now our position has changed with me on the bottom and her on top of me. I had a raging hard on and normally it would grow up to a length of 7 inches but it felts as tough it was much longer today. I know she could feel it as she started grinding her lower half on me. After something like eternity we finally broke apart for a breath of air. She sat up, straddling me and slowly and teasingly she began to touch her breasts. Her motions every now and then would cause the loose end of her top to ride up, giving me a peek of her gorgeous tits. She then slowly untied the remaining string around her neck that was holding the top up. After untying it she held her arms crossed in front of her chest. Her top was resting on her arms now and I was treated to a magnificent view of cleavage as she pushed them up in her pose. She then slowly revealed her gorgeous 36C titites. I was shell shocked! I just stared at them open-mouth, stunned. She then started to trace her fingers around her brown nipples that were poking out like erasers. I got back to my senses and immediately started licking and sucking on those fabulous globes. She acknowledge my work with her sexy moans. I traced circles around her nipples, teasing her a bit until she could take no more and grabbed my head, mashing it into her soft cleavage. I was in heaven. I kept kissing her boobs and her lips... couldn't make up my mind on which one the better. On the other hand, she had started stroking my cock through my shorts. I was moaning myself with her soft touch. She then came off me and took off my clothing urgently, leaving me naked on the couch. She then took a moment to asses the piece of meat in front of her, before starting her attack. She started by kissing me deeply again but before I could kiss her back she was on to my face, my neck, my chest, my nipples and all the way down. I was in heaven and I never felt anything like it. It was as if she was finally released from her "prison" and was getting all she can get. Before long, she was face to face with my 7 inch dick. She gave a soft peck on the head of it. Then softly and carefully she used one hand to stroke the entire length of it. Over and over again she stroked until pre-cum came oozing out of the top. She looked at it and without hesitation she licked it up. Then she went to work. Immediately she took the entire length of my dick into her mouth and kept sucking and sucking for all its worth. As if she was milking the nectar out of it. Although she was a beginner but she sure has the skills of a pro. Maybe she was born with it. Either way, I was the lucky guy to sample all of this. With her wonderful mouth plus her continuous stroking, I couldn't held back any longer and I had the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I came so hard I must have produced a gallon of sperm. The white stuff kept pumping out of me uncontrollably. When the first wave hit the back of her throat she instantly backed away but that only cause her to be showered by my cum. Her face, hair, tits were all covered in my cum and she was a sight to behold. But her hunger was yet to be fulfilled. She scooped up some of the cum on her tits and sucked her finger clean. Swallowing every drop that was in her mouth. Then she stood up and bent over exposing her butt to me, and it answered my question. There wasn't anything underneath her skirt and I was enjoying an unobstructed view of her beautiful pussy. It was all wet and moist, puffy and red, all ready to be fucked. She then unzipped her skirt and threw it across the room. By now my dick was in full salute again. She had a sexy, devilish smile on her as she straddled my cock. Slowly she lowered herself onto my and it was the most wonderful feeling I've ever felt in my entire life. Her pussy was wet, moist, very tight and very smooth. It was tightly wrapped around my member, threatening never to release it but who cares as it felt extraordinary. At first she took it slow as she was still a virgin, she slowly moved up and down, impaled on my rod. I started fondling her tits and kissing her sensitive nipples to heighten her senses. Before this she was moaning but by now she had no reserves and she was mouthing out obscenities that you would never expect to hear from her. "Aahhhh... This feels sooooo fucking good! I love your cock! Yes! Yes! Yes! Your cock is tearing my pussy apart! Urrrgghh!!! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yeeeesssssss..." Sensing that she was ready to up a notch, I started pumping as well, determined to provide her with the equal amount, if not better, of pleasure she gave me a moment ago. "Yes Mike! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Stick your cock up my virgin pussy! Take my cherry! I'm yours! All yours!!! Eat me!!!" How could I say no to that? Without pulling my cock out of her tight pussy, we changed into a doggy style, on my lead. And then I started fucking her brains out with long, slow strokes and hard and fast ones, cycling between the two. And it was driving her mad! "Yes! Fuck me! Yes Aaaarrrrrggghhh!!!! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! I need your cock! Yes! Yes! Don't you dare stop fucking me! My pussy is all yours! Yeeeeessss!!! Make me cum Michael! Make you slut cum!" I didn't need anymore encouragement. I started to fuck her hard non stop and she was begging for more. I kept it up until I felt her body shuddered in an earth shattering orgasm and she let out a moan of extreme pleasure. Then she plopped onto the couch, totally wasted. I sat down on the floor so that I could face her and wipe the sweat of her forehead while giving her a kiss. Her eyes were full of gratitude and pleasure. "Thank you Michael. That was the most memorable feeling that I've even felt. It was wonderful. Promise me we'll do it again... and..." she started blushing again, "...and as often as we can... okay? I love you." I just smile and kissed her on the lips. "I love you too." It was the beginning of our sexual adventures. The Beginning It all started on Easter about five years ago. We had been invited to our friend's (Brad) grandmother's house for their Easter dinner. His whole family was there, and when we showed up with our daughter, it made that little two-bedroom house seem even smaller. On the ride home is when my wife hit me with it. While she had been inside changing our daughter's diaper (we were all outside playing football), my friend's sister, Karen, had started talking to her. During their conversation, Karen mentioned she was bi-sexual, and wanted to know if we were interested in having a three-some with her. Well, I was ready to right around and go for it, but my wife said no. Karen was only 18 at the time, and not really mature enough for it she thought. Well I thought that was the end of it, until Thanksgiving the next year. We had all gone over to Brad's new house for a sort of potluck Thanksgiving feast and house warming combo. We were invited, along with some friends of ours. We all showed up and ate, played games, and watched the usual Thanksgiving Day football and hockey games. I had gone upstairs to check out the place, see what the bedrooms were like There were the kids playing in their room with Karen. I watched for a minute as they all played with Barbie dolls. The kids then all decided to go downstairs for dessert, leaving Karen and I alone in the bedroom. I walked around checking it out and talking with Karen. How were school, life, friends, you know, all the usual questions. She had gotten up to follow along with me, and was right next to me when I decided, what the hell, why not?, and kissed her. Her tongue was in my mouth before I could even get my arms around her, and we were kissing each other passionately. I immediately knew that as talented as her tongue was that she would give a hell of a blowjob. My hands roamed down her back to her ass, where I grabbed a cheek in each hand and squeezed, pulling her in closer to me. I moved my hands back up and around to the front, so that I could get a good feel of her tits. They were wonderful. Keeping one hand on her tit, my other hand slid down into her pants, where I discovered, to my enjoyment and surprise, no underwear. Right then, we heard the kids coming back upstairs and had to break it off. For the next two years, I thought that was all it was going to be, because every time we were together after that, we could never get any time alone. Then it happened. It was Christmas, and everybody was over at our place. We had the Christmas feast, the exchanging of presents, the sports on TV, and, of course, the games. Right in the middle of the Disney board game (whatever the title of it was I forgot), Brad's oldest daughter got sick. Well they had to take her home, and since Karen had ridden with them, she had to go also. She wasn't ready to, and asked if somebody could give her a ride home later. I said I would, so Brad said O.K. and left. About two hours later, the party was over and it was time for Karen to leave. I told her to hang on one minute while I went upstairs to go pee. While I was up there I grabbed a pair of handcuffs and a few condoms. I came back downstairs and kissed my wife, telling her I'd be back shortly, then Karen and I got in the car and left. We were driving down the expressway and I was asking her about life away at college. She told me about her latest girlfriend and how she was incredibly horny all the time. She was telling me about her newest boyfriend, how he was a virgin and how fun it was going to be deflowering him, and about her. "And then what?" I asked, "You going to introduce him to threesomes with your girlfriend?" "No," she replied, "he's not really ready for that yet." "Oh" I replied, "then what?" "Well" she replied, after a moment's pause, "He has expressed an interest in tying me up." About this time, we were reaching her exit on the expressway, getting closer to her house. Not being a dummy, I realized that this was the opening I was waiting for, and since I was running out of time, I took it. "And what do you know about it?" I asked. "Not much." She replied. We were passing a Holiday Inn, which I had to make a left at to get to her house. I took the left on to the street, and then another left into the parking lot and pulled into the back of the parking lot, where it was unlighted and turned the car off. She got a sort of confused look on her face, but before she could ask me any questions, I reached over, took her head in my hands and kissed her. God, her kiss was just like I remember. Her tongue came into my mouth and swirled around mine. I moved my hands down to the front of her blouse and unbuttoned it. I caressed her tits through the bra for a few minutes before reaching into it to feel them. Meanwhile, her hands had gone under my shirt and were rubbing my chest and playing with my nipples. She then moved them down to my pants and undid them, releasing my cock. When she started stroking it, I moved my hands up to the side of her head and kissed her harder. I then moved them around to her back and unhooked her bra, unleashing her 36c's to my tender mercy. I slid my hands around to caress and squeeze her breasts. Oh how long I had waited to do this. She broke off the kiss and moved downward, taking my cock in her mouth. Man, was I ever right about her tongue. While her mouth was going up and down on my cock her tongue felt like it was wrapped around it. It was one of the best I had ever had. I moved my hands up and ran them through her hair, helping her head move up and down on my cock. I didn't know how much more I could take, so I figured I better move quickly. Quietly pulling the handcuffs out of my back pocket, I ran my hand down her arm, took her wrist, and pulled it behind her back, cuffing it. While holding it there I took her other wrist, pulled it behind her back, and cuffed it to the other one. She looked up at me questioningly and I said, "Maybe it's time we teach you a little about being tied up." I took her head back in my hands and pushed her back on to my cock, which she continued sucking, but it seemed to me a little better then before. With little warning, I came in her mouth. She swallowed it all though, like the good little slut I knew she was. To be continued... The Beginning I cannot believe how hard it has been raining. I just ran out to get the paper and I got soaked to the bone. I run up the stairs and decide to shed my wet clothes in the hallway and throw them down the laundry chute before going into my apartment. I have no worries about being seen because the apartment across the hall has been vacant for weeks. I peel the skimpy white tank from my wet breasts and step out of my shorts. No undergarments so now I am completely nude. I toss my wet clothes down my laundry chute. OH MY GOD, the keys. What now? I have two options, I could cry or go to the super in A-2 and ask him to let me in. I decide to do both With the tears clouding my vision, I start down the stairs. I take them two at a time hoping to get this over with soon. I hold my breasts to keep them from knocking together as I go. Looking around, I rap at the door. I make sure to stand a little to the right, out of the sight of the peephole. I don’t want to give the old fool any extra time to ogle. When a voice calls "Who is it?" I almost run away. Instead I take a deep breath and announce myself and admit to my deed. I hear the deadbolt release and I clench my teeth for the embarrassment that I am sure is going to follow. I lower my head so as not to look this man in the eyes. When the door opens I am not greeted by the gruff voice of Old Man Martin the super. I don’t see the typical, hairy, bowed legs of the caretaker of the complex. I am now peering at a set of tan, muscular calves that instantly set my heart beating faster. "Oh!" I say. "Hello." I try to no avail to cover myself, but he is only in a towel himself. I cannot stop staring at the lump at his midsection getting steadily larger. I feel like I should introduce myself, but on the other hand I do not want anyone to know me in the shape that I am in. Finally, I ask him if he is going to help me and my question is met with laughter. I look up with fire in my eyes ready to unload all of my frustrations on this inconsiderate asshole, but all of my hurtful words jam in my throat when I see him at full face. I am looking up into the most beautiful blue eyes that I have ever seen. I actually forget the predicament that I am in and smile broadly. He smiles back. Wow. I don’t think that I have ever seen such a truly beautiful human being. His tan body is the color of cinnamon, and full of the ridges that you get when you spend a lot of time at the gym. His blonde hair is wet and mussed. He tells me he was caught in the rain too, but was smart enough to grab his keys before dropping clothes down into the locked laundry room. Without thinking, I push past him. Then remembering that I am only wearing the blush of embarrassment I ask him if he could get me a towel. Without missing a beat he tosses me his. I start to feel a little wet in the only place on my body that had been dry moments before. I take the towel and decide to play along with him. I wrap my long wet blonde hair instead of my body. He laughs. I ask him where Old man Martin is. He explains that Old Man Martin is in fact his Old Man. Oops. He doesn't seem to be angry at me for the comment. He is too busy smiling down at my naked body. He offers me a drink and of course I accept. I follow him to the kitchen where he offers me a cup of hot tea. I reluctantly bring the conversation back to what brought me here and ask him if he has the master key to my apartment. I am so enjoying this visit with the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on that I almost hope for an answer of no. I win. The answer is no. We would have to wait for his father to get home. I am fully aware that he is enjoying this as much as I when I see the firm, pink head of his cock peeking at me from under the table. My eyes are automatically drawn to it, but he doesn't get embarrassed. In fact, he leans forward in his chair so that I can get a better look. I rise not believing that I am behaving in such a way, but I have to taste him. I have to. I take him into my hands. It takes both to hold him. He sits back knowing that this is his lucky day. I squat my wet pussy right onto his foot and begin by licking the head of his cock. I am teasing him, but both of us are enjoying ourselves. He pays me back by flicking his toes in and out of my moist mound. I am pleasantly surprised with the sensation. I start to work my mouth toward my fingers which are encircling his huge cock. I squeeze with the rhythm that his toes and my tongue have started. He is purring like a kitten. He takes my wet hair into his hands and helps to quicken the pace of my mouth on his tool. His breath is coming in short gasps, and I know I soon will be showered with the hot, sweet juice from his manhood. I am dripping and one of my hands has let him go and is now rubbing the swollen knob just inside my lips. He pulls my head up from his lap and lifts me onto the counter. Glasses go flying, but we do not give them a single thought. In fact, it gets me hotter knowing that we are causing trouble in an apartment that is not ours. The old fool deserves what he gets. I am rocked out of my thoughts by the entrance of my mate's thick cock. I feel like I am coming apart, but am still in heaven. I sit up some so that I can watch every inch of him disappear inside me. I put my arms around his broad shoulders and pull myself closer to him. We are rocking together as one body, and every thrust seems to take me to a new level. I have let go of all modesty and am screaming and moaning like I have never done before. This is one lover that I plan to remember for a lifetime. With my arms around his neck, I can look into his face. His breathing is short and shallow and I can read the ecstasy in every grimace on his face. He is going to cum. I grab onto his biceps and pull him into me as far as I can. He picks me up off of the counter, and we both are cumming. He bounces me onto his cock as he unloads his juice in to my sweet love box. He carries me into the living room with his cock still pulsing inside me. He sets me down and steps back. I feel another wave of ecstasy, and I cum again as he pulls out of me. We are now sitting next to each other on a couch that isn't ours, in an apartment that isn't ours, in a puddle of love that certainly is ours. We look at each other and start to laugh. The longer we laugh, the more ridiculous the whole scene becomes. We realize we do not even know each other's names. I introduce myself as Bethanne, apt C-4. To my delight, he is Michael apt C-5. My breath catches in my throat as I understand that we are neighbors. I hope that today is an appetizer to the fun that is in store for the third floor. I tell him this, and he assures me that we aren't through. Then he gets up and walks to the towel that has long since been tossed to the floor. He wraps it around himself and tells me he will be right back. He goes out into the hallway. I am left with my thoughts racing. He returns in a minute carrying my wet clothes and my key ring from the common laundry chute. He tosses them to me and challenges me to a race upstairs. He takes off running. The towel falls onto the floor be the door. I don't stop to pick it up, and I see him disappear up the stairs. I run after him taking the stairs two at a time for the second time today. My breasts are bouncing. I put my hand up to steady them so that I can catch up. Michael is standing at the top watching me. He leans over the railing and asks me if I need help carrying anything. I flash him a look that tells him that I do. When I get to where he is standing, I am greeted by a tender hug. Is it possible that I only just met this man today? I learned his name only after having the best sex I have ever had. I ask him to pinch me to see if I am dreaming. He does. He takes both of my nipples into his grip and squeezes them. He can see instantly that I enjoyed it. He goes over to his new apartment and opens the door. His whole place smells of fresh paint. It is bright and breezy because he left the slider to the terrace open to air the place out. I ask him if I may help myself to a glass of water. He laughs as he tells me that his water has not been turned on. That was why he was taking a shower at his dad's. What a con. He wasn't caught in the rain. He takes hold of my hand and guides me to the only chair in the room. I sit and he stands behind me and rubs my shoulders as he asks me all about myself. He asks about my family, my job, and even the kind of cereal I eat. For the next three hours we sit totally nude and talk about ourselves. I feel like I know everything about him. How refreshing it is to talk to a man that really cares about what I have to say, and what I have done with my life. Soon we realize that time has passed and that we have to go and clean up the mess we made downstairs. I am pleasantly surprised when he tells me to go next door and relax. He walks me to my door and kisses my hand and then my lips. He asks if he can come over for dinner that evening. Of course I agree. He heads downstairs to tidy up. I watch him until I cannot see him anymore. I turn and go into my apartment and relive the last four hours. Just think. It all started with me getting the paper on a rainy day. The Beginning The night was an exciting night! A night never before experienced by either of them. They had met in a chat room, and talked for long hours, several times, telling each other about their lives. He and his late wife had been married for 32 years before she died of cancer at the age of 50. He had sold his business to enable him to stay home and care for her. She was the only woman he had been in all of those years. He was lonely and lost without her. She was married to a man who had little interest in her. He was the rare man who wasn’t interested in anything sexual, not even his wife. Sex had been good during their courtship, but immediately after the ‘I do’s’ were said, it all changed. She had to practically beg him for sex, and was met with one rejection after another. He was content with four or five times a year, and during their 18 year marriage, sex slowly dwindled to nothing. She moved out of their bedroom into the bedroom down the hall. She, too, was lonely. Lonely for a man’s touch. Lonely for strong arms holding her. Lonely for a man’s lips on her lips. Lonely for a man to share her passion with. Lonely for lovemaking, real lovemaking. One day while chatting on the internet, he asked her if she would meet him for lunch one day. They lived an hour apart and chose a restaurant that was halfway between them. She arrived first, and because she knew what kind and color vehicle to look for, saw him pull into the restaurant parking area. He spotted her right away, got out of his car and walked toward her. She was immediately attracted to the tall ruggedly handsome man. When he pulled into the restaurant parking lot and spotted her, he thought she was extremely attractive. She was tall. He remembered her telling him she was 5’10”. She had also told him that she was an RN. His wife had been 5’10” tall, and an RN. This woman carried herself well and had a drop dead gorgeous smile. They walked toward the restaurant, he held the door open for her, and they walked in. As she walked in ahead of him to their table, his eyes wandered to her hips, and he liked what he saw. Her hips swayed with a smooth rhythm, and he felt himself stir. They had an enjoyable time during lunch, getting to know each other better. There was no awkward silence, the conversation flowed. He told her about his three children, a son and a daughter who were married with children, and a son who was in his second year of college. She told him about her daughter and son from her first marriage. They both were married with children. They talked about the joys of being a grandparent. There was laughter and general enjoyment of each other’s company. As the luncheon wore on, her passionate nature took over and her mind wandered. She looked at his lips and wondered what it would feel like to kiss him.....to be in his arms....to make love to him. He watched her as she talked, noticed how animated her pretty face was, how soft and feminine her voice was. He couldn’t help looking at her breasts straining against her navy blue pull over shirt. She was sweet and he liked her. Liked her a lot. They finished lunch and walked to their cars that were parked next to each other. They said their good-byes, each hesitating, reluctant to leave. This being the only awkward moment between them. They chatted on the Internet a few more times. One evening he asked her what she was doing that night. She said, “nothing.” He told her he was doing nothing too and would she be able to meet him for awhile that night? She knew it would be difficult. When her husband wanted to know where she was going, what would she tell him? It was not her habit to go out at night. She was apprehensive, but agreed to meet him anyway. She told her husband she was going to Kmart just to look around. They met at the agreed time and place. She left her car...got into his..and they drove off together. He immediately put his hand on her leg and she felt a shiver go up her spine. He held her hand and asked her to move close to him. She did. He put his arm around her shoulders as she snuggled against his side. It felt so good to be held and he told her how good it felt to him to hold her. He drove to a nearby town and pulled his car behind a donut shop, where it was deserted and dark. They were very close to two main roads, but fairly well hidden from view. It was a dark stormy night, and rain pelted the windows. He took her in his arms in an embrace, and held her close to himself, kissing her forehead, kissing her neck. Being in his strong arms was wonderful. She felt protected and wanted.......desired. He told her how good she felt. How nice she was to hold. How much he had missed being close to a woman....holding a woman. She could feel the pleasure she was giving him by just being there with him returning his caresses. They were filling a mutual need and she smiled. The pleasure of being held close, soon gave way to passion and she whispered softly into his ear....”Kiss me Ted.” He did. She returned his kisses. Passionate kisses. Lips that had been neglected far to long were being fed. His and hers. His hand wandered to her breast and the feel of a man’s hands on her body made her gasp. He unhooked her bra and removed it, fondling her, pinching her nipples and finally suckling. What ecstasy! So long without! So wonderful to experience once more! Like a soothing rain on a parched flower garden, making it bloom again. She moaned with pleasure, and as he continued, her hand slowly moved down his body to his erect penis. When she touched him he sucked in his breath. It had been so long for him. He had yearned for a woman’s gentle touch and now it was happening. He unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock, exposing himself to her. She lowered her head and touched her mouth to him...kissing...licking...and finally putting him into her mouth, gently sucking. He gasp, his body became tense, and he whispered, “Oh yes.” She was filled with satisfaction knowing that she was giving him that pleasure. She held his penis with one hand while she continued sucking....tasting him....her other hand gently caressing his testicles. She lifted her head, and kissed him passionately. He leaned over and put his hand into the waistband of her jeans and into her panties and felt her wetness. He plunged his middle finger into her womanhood, and began rubbing her clit with his index finger. Such exquisite pleasure!! She moaned and whimpered as she held onto his arm and laid her head on his shoulder. Her breath quickened, as he verbally encouraged her to let herself go. Suddenly her body stiffened and unable to contain herself, called out as her release overtook her. She jerked wildly and thought her climax would never end.... indeed...did not want it to ever end. She held his arm until her breathing returned to normal. He reclined the seat in his car and lay down on his back, then asked her to straddle him and sit down on his throbbing cock. She had never done anything like this in a car before and was reluctant to do so. So afraid of being seen or having the police pull up, because of the fogged windows. She wanted him to climax as she had , so she did as he asked. After removing her blue jeans and panties, she straddled him with her back to the steering wheel, and slowly sat down. He groaned and she began to slowly ride him as she leaned forward, burying her face in the side of his neck He encouraged her and said over and over again, “Oh yes Sweetheart, yes!!” His stiff rod felt so good inside of her, and she moved with abandon, enjoying the sensation of his cock slipping in and out of her. She was so wet she could feel her juices run out of her, making her and his pubic hair wet. She sat up straight, taking all of his cock inside her They fit each other perfectly. The light from a passing car shone in the window. Fear of being seen and her husband finding out..stopped her, and she dismounted him, apologizing. He was very understanding and told her it was all right. Once again she went down on him, tasting her own juices on his rock hard cock. She knew by his groans and his heavy breathing that he was enjoying what she was doing to him. She took all of him into her mouth and sucked fast and hard. She was amazed at his staying power and told him so. He gently lifted her head from his throbbing cock and asked her to hold up her shirt and play with her breasts, so he could watch her as he masturbated. She did as he asked and watched his face as he reached his climax. Sheer joy was written there. She loved his expression....so sexy....so sensuous....so manly. How much she had missed this...how wonderful to experience a man in her life again. The feel of him, his scent, his touch, his tenderness, his kiss, his passion, his appreciation of her. She was grateful to him for making her feel like a woman again! After dressing and making themselves presentable, they sat in his car in each other’s arms, in silence, each thinking his own thoughts. They listened to the rain pitter patter on the car, and watched it trickle down the windshield, both perfectly content and at ease with the silence, and with each other. Eventually, he drove her back to her car, drawing her into his arms, they kissed tenderly and sweetly, then parted. Thus began a two year affair. The Beginning Scott sat back and watched as the stranger mounted his wife in their bed and his mind drifted back to how it began. They were still in school and just becoming familiar with the power of alcohol and the allure of sex. Not much money and not much to do. On Saturday night they often went down to the park to hang out. He was a good student and played sports and she was pretty and popular. They both had a lot to learn. Steve had been coming around for several weeks now and hanging at the park on the weekends, he was instantly popular because he had a job, a car and some money. Evelyn and Scott got to know him and he became friendly with them. Steve liked Scott and he could not take his eyes off of Evelyn. Their routine developed over the weeks to follow. Scott and Evelyn would go to the park early and drink some beer and hang out until about 10:00 or so when Steve would get off work and join them. The 3 of them would then cruise the area jammed into the front seat of Steve's car and just have some fun. One night Scott drank quite a bit and decided he better lay down in the back seat before he got sick. When he came to he was leaning up against the door with one leg sprawled across the seat and the other resting on the floor. As he focused his eyes he noticed that Evelyn had moved back to the center of the front seat. He was suddenly confused and worried. He decided not to let them know that he was awake. He listened as they talked and it was obvious that Steve was trying to make an impression and that Evelyn was listening and interested. As they drove Scott could see Steve's left hand on the steering wheel but his other hand was not visible and it looked as though it might be resting either next to or on Evelyn, his thoughts raced as he tried to maintain his composure. The next thing he knew Evelyn's arm crossed over Steve's and there was no talking. He got a sudden jolt as Steve looked back at him. He could not be sure if the darkness concealed the fact that he had his eyes slightly open or not. He felt flushed and now recovered from the alcohol he had to figure out what was going on and what to do about it. He was mad, embarrassed, confused and strangely aroused all at the same time. He decided to just sit back and see if his fears were founded. As they drove he thought that he could detect movement in the pair's arms but could not get a good enough view to be positive. He figured that his best move would be to make some noise and act as though he was waking up and as he did there was quick movement in the seat in front of him. His worst fear had been confirmed. He sat up and moved over and leaned over the front seat between them. She asked how he felt. That next week was a blur to Scott, he only had the chance to see her one night and when he did it was at her parents' house and they had sex on the couch. His mind was ablaze with anger, self doubt, and fear but mostly with a lust for her that he had not felt since the first time they had sex. He could not wait until Saturday night to see if his suspicions were totally correct. All was normal the next Saturday, just like so many Saturdays before. He started drinking beer early and went through a 12 pack quick enough for Evelyn to comment that he should be careful or he would get sick again. What she did not know was that he was throwing away cans that were more full than empty; he had to know where this would go. Steve arrived at 10 as usual and gave no hint that anything had changed amongst the group. They got in the car in their customary spots and were off to see what excitement they could scare up. After a short time Scott told them that Evelyn had been right and he needed to recoup a little in the back. Steve stopped the car and Scott got in the backseat and this time leaned up against the side door as high as he possibly could, giving him a much better look at the front seat, he pulled the brim of his ball cap down to conceal his eyes. He noticed that Evelyn moved over away from Steve and then he closed his eyes into very small slits and waited. It took a while but then he saw Steve look at him and then tap Evelyn on the shoulder and motion for her to do the same. When she did, she quietly called his name a couple of times and then said, "It looks like he did it again." She moved closer to Steve and they drove on in silence. It became evident that Steve must have been thinking about this possibility over the past week because he moved quickly to get things started. Without hesitation he put his hand under Evelyn's chin and turned her head toward him and pulled her in and they kissed. From his position Scott could see the sloppy wet kiss and he was instantly hard. His anger was greatly out weighed by a strange lust and need to see what they would do. Steve quickly dropped his hand to her pert tits and began to fondle them through her top. She put her head back as he massaged her small but firm breasts. Steve said "take my cock out and do that," she hesitated and looked back but then proceeded. Scott could hear the anticipated rustling of cloth and the sound of the zipper but was suddenly surprised by her gasp. Steve just looked at her and smiled and she looked back at him and said, "Oh my god." He put his hand on the back of her head and said, "I guess that means you like it." "Oh god! It's fucking huge." Scott's mind was a whirlpool of thought and emotion but it was all overshadowed by his throbbing cock as he watched Evelyn sink her head into Steve's lap. He and Evelyn had been having sex for about a year and she was never eager to suck his cock and only did it to placate him on occasion, but here she was bobbing her head up and down in the front seat of a car going down one of the main streets in town and making slurping noises that he had never heard while her lips were around his dick. Steve's driving was getting a little erratic and he had his head thrown partially back and then it happened, he looked back quickly and Scott could tell by the look on his face that Steve could see that Scott was watching, Steve smiled and looked right through him. Scott wanted to rebel or object or...do anything, but the excitement was too great. All he could do was slightly avert his eyes and start rubbing his cock through his jeans. Steve turned and moved his hand from her head and reached around behind her as she bent over him. He said, "I'm going down to park by the river." Evelyn said, "what if Scott wakes up?" "Don't worry; he's out like a fucking light." Hearing this she felt relieved and went at his huge member in earnest straining to get the fat head inside her mouth. The noise was now a combination of her sucking his cock, him moaning and her moving on the seat against the pressure of his hand on her ass. As they pulled off the main road onto the dirt road that led down to the boat launch that was used heavily during the day but abandoned at night, she lifted her head and looked back at Scott who quickly closed his eyes and sat motionless with his head up against the window. Once they parked Steve said, "Sit up and take off your shirt and bra, I want to see those tits." She hesitated but then lifted the t-shirt over her head and unclasped the bra and removed it. Her tits were firm and the nipples were light tan and sticking out as hard as Scott had ever seen them. Evelyn seemed to forget that Scott was there in the back seat, she was too busy being taken by another man. Scott rose to his knees on the seat and grabbed and squeezed her tits hard. He pushed her up against the car door on the same side where Scott sat. He pinched and twisted the nipples in a way that Scott never would, because he was afraid to hurt her. Evelyn threw her head back and moaned. She said, "Bite my nipples Steve, bite them hard" and he did. She was losing control and her moans were more like muffled screams. With her left tit is his mouth Steve turned his head so he could see Scott watching and he bit the nipple harder and smiled at Scott as he sat motionless in the back. Steve then moved her down slightly and she said, "Fuck me, fuck me now Steve, do it!" Scott could see Steve fumbling to remove his jeans and when he did he moved his cock towards Evelyn's mouth. She did not need to be told what to do. Her hand barley reached around the thick shaft below the huge head. She started licking the head. Steve said, "OK baby now suck that cock." He looked back at Scott as she put her hands on his naked ass and helped him to pump his swollen member in and out of her willing mouth. Scott could see that she was choking on it and that it was causing tears to run from her eyes, but she did not seem to mind. In fact she seemed as though she truly needed that fat cock pumped into her throat. After a while Steve pulled his cock out of her mouth and said, "You love sucking cock don't you?" "Now I do," she said as she continued to stroke his meat. "Tell me what you want," Steve said. She was quiet. He repeated it. She said "fuck me, fuck me now, I need to feel your cock inside of me." He told her to take her jeans off if she wanted it and he moved back to give her some room, while looking at her tight young body. When she got the jeans off she laid down on the seat. Scott could see that she was looking down at the fat cock that was about to fuck her. Steve teased her with head for just a moment and then he thrust it into her soaking wet cunt. She could not control her screams and had given up worrying about Scott waking, it didn't matter, she needed this cock and she needed it now. Steve fucked her hard and deep raising up on his arms so that he could look back at Scott as he did it. Scott suddenly realized that they had not used a condom. Evelyn had never allowed him to screw her bareback, he felt week but the excitement mounted. As the car rocked and Steve pounded her Scott got to hear her cum for the first time, she did it loud and long. Steve looked back at him and just smiled. He then looked down at her and asked "You like that baby? You want more?" She looked up and could see Scott leaning forward from the back watching. She knew she should stop but she could not. "Yes keep going I love the feeling of being stretched and pounded by your cock" she said. Now that it was all in the open Scott moved so that he could get a better look as Steve raised her knees to her chest and with one foot on the floor and one on the seat he began fucking her with long slow strokes. Scott could see his huge dick side in and out of her dripping wet cunt. Evelyn eyes were almost completely closed but you could see that they were rolled back into her head as he started to pick up the pace and she was screaming for him to fuck her. As he started to cum he looked at Scott but spoke to her and said "You want my cum baby?" She screamed "yes give it me, give it to me now." With that he released his load as she climaxed again. As he heard his wife scream his mind came back to the present and he watched as the stranger pushed in deep and filled her with his load. The Beginning revised. April. 2005. Prologue. Twenty-three-year-old Chelsy Peters fought to stay awake, as she leaned her gloriously naked body carefully forward, her lovely breasts rubbing against the smooth wall. Her beautiful ass gleamed softly in the subdued lighting, her long shapely legs trembled gently in tension, as she balanced carefully on the balls of her bare feet. Her arms were stretched out high above her, her wrists strapped to restraints bolted into the wall, the rest of her lovely body was free to move. Her rich chestnut coloured hair, hung in soft waves down her back, finally spilling over on to her luscious buttocks. It was not that she wanted to stay awake; the last few days had sometimes been full of pain and sexual torture. Given an option, she would certainly have chosen blessed sleep. Mistress's mind had seemed to be on other things lately, she had hurt her 'subby' a couple of times, not intentionally of course... It had not always been so, Mistress had always been very considerate of her, being careful not to cause her real pain. She would never have left Chelsy alone before, like now... it was far too dangerous. Her mind came back to the present... if she even started to drift off, she would begin to lose her upright posture, she would start to slide down. And that would have the effect of pulling painfully on the two small stainless-steel rings, that were each embedded in her lush nipples. They in turn were connected by way of the nylon two-hundred-pound-test strings, which ran invisibly and tautly upwards to the restraints above her. One more similar string was connected invisibly to a matching ring embedded in her clitoral hood, just above her nubby love-bud. The nylon strings had a certain stretch built in them, there was a small but needed tolerance, that benefited her extremely sensitive goodies. She remembered when the Mistress had lovingly put the rings in her, the intense pleasure she had felt as her most sensitive areas had been embellished. The rings had bought her much pleasure in the past, as Mistress had played her body like a fine violin, an instrument of love... the controlled pain was an extremely erotic pleasure. Now all that was changed, and she didn't know why... and her eyes suddenly filled with tears. Moaning, she fought against the exhaustion which threatened to overwhelm her - she had been in this position for well over two hours - and she tried to steady herself as she wiped her cheeks against her raised arms. However, try as she might, she was unable to keep her mind from drifting; drifting back to the days long before this torture had begun.... Chapter 1. It seemed like years ago, although it was barely a couple. Only a few years out of high school, and at a loose end, the job as a receptionist for Dr. Joyce Swan, had seemed like a godsend to Chelsy. The work was interesting and not too hard, and her boss had been so nice. Then came the fateful day she had returned to the office, late on a Friday evening, to pick up a file she had forgotten to take home with her. It was not on her own desk, so she went into the Doctor's office to look for it. She found the file almost immediately, and was about to leave, when she became aware of a strange muffled noise, it seemed to be coming from behind the door in the back of the office. It was a door that she had assumed led to the Doctor's private washroom, it had always been locked, but it was ajar now. Curious, she pushed it open and went inside. She was surprised to find herself in a full bathroom. It was quite large, complete with an oversized bathtub, there was even a bidet next to the regular toilet. A grey granite topped vanity ran along one mirrored wall, with two separate sinks, quite large. There was a separate shower stall with frosted glass doors, and next to it was another door, this one closed. For the first time, she began to feel a little scared, the sound was louder now, definitely coming from whatever was behind this door. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she gulped, and opening the door she stepped through it.... Chelsy thought for a moment that she was having a bad dream, as she quickly took in the bizarre scene before her, and her eyes widened as she realised what was going on. She had heard about such things, never imagined that one day she would actually see them. There was a young girl, she couldn't have been more than eighteen years old, strapped face down on an examination table. She was writhing in agony from what was being done to her lovely naked body, her head rolled from side to side as she screamed in one continuous long wail. The girl had a voluptuous body for a teen-ager, and that didn't mean fat. Her flesh was taut on her frame, nicely tanned too. Her wrists and ankles were strapped to the table, her lovely ass was in the air at the far end, and a very naked Dr. Swan stood behind her, facing Chelsy. Her head was down, her hands on the girl's hips, pulling and thrusting, her mouth wide open in sexual pleasure, as she abused the young flesh before her. Her firm shapely breasts swung erotically, in time with her movement against the screaming girl, and she was moaning loudly as her hips drove hungrily into the girl's buttocks. Chelsy could see she wore a harness of some sort... then she realised what was happening... the Doctor was fucking the girl with a strap-on dildo, a rubber cock! Chelsy looked on in horror, and her boss moaned in obvious pleasure, as she raped the unfortunate young girl. The world seemed to collapse around Chelsy, as she stood stupefied at the scene in front of her. She screamed, then froze, unable to move, as Dr. Swan looked up and saw her, and reluctantly pulled away from her young victim. It was only then that Chelsy saw the rubber cock strapped to her... it seemed enormous to her horrified gaze! It bobbed lewdly around on her employer's glistening body, and then the floor rushed up to meet poor Chelsy as she fainted. Chapter 2. She didn't know how long she was unconscious, but when she woke up, she was naked and strapped into a gyno-exam chair, that was next to the table. She was on her back with her gorgeous ass up in the air, her wrists were strapped to the arms of the chair. Her sweetly swelling thighs and lovely legs, were stretched wide apart, displaying her pussy almost obscenely, her feet were locked in the stirrups. She had never felt so vulnerable and exposed in her life! As Chelsy looked rather dazedly up, she saw her sexy looking body reflected in the mirrored ceiling, which extended throughout, and then she saw the Doctor in the mirror, bending over her moaning victim. She looked around, as much as she could in her limited position, the room was quite large, there was even a queen-sized bed in one corner. She looked across at Dr. Swan, as she continued to fuck the moaning girl, and even in her distress, Chelsy realised that the woman had a truly beautiful body, not really hinted at under her normally loose work clothing Dr. Swan leaned forward as she thrust once more into the girl, then she saw that Chelsy was awake. She smiled with pleasure as she looked at her new captive, her eyes taking in the loveliness now spread open before her. She panted: "So we're awake now.. all ready to play some nice games are we!" And she laughed, drooling a little as she continued to fuck the young girl. The pace and depth of her strokes varied, the angle of her attack changed, as she hit the sensitive walls of the girl's vagina. Chelsy watched in fascination despite herself, as the Doctor lovingly fucked the heaving girl, she was quite expert, thought Chelsy clinically! She struggled to speak, but it was no use... a large plastic ball was fastened into her mouth with a leather strap... she hated it. The Doctor panted: "Bear with me Chelsy sweetheart, I won't be much longer here, then I'll get around to you. Afterwards, we can all have more fun together." She laughed shakily as she continued: "You are a really unexpected bonus tonight... you don't know how much I've looked forward to this moment!" All the while she was talking, she was ramming the dildo into the young girl's pussy, who was no longer screaming now, as she panted uncontrollably. The Doctor reached down with one hand, and began fingering the girl's anus, as she started moaning. Chelsy was ashamed, when her nipples hardened despite herself... she was actually starting to get turned on by the lewd scene! As her mind absorbed this unexpected re-action, she finally realised that the young girl was no longer screaming. She was moaning now in obvious pleasure, as her sexual desires took over, as the dildo pounded into her pussy, and her lovely ass raised up to meet the probing fingers in her anus. The Doctor groaned loudly in pleasure, as she eased her fingers deep into the girl's ass, finger-fucking her, as the girl groaned again and again. While the strap-on cock did it's deadly work, the Doctor's trembling fingers thrust further and further into the girl's rectum, reaming her out, as now they both groaned in pleasure. Then the girl screamed in agony again, as her anal opening was stretched impossibly wide, but now Dr. Swan was merciless, as her squished-up hand forced it's way in, almost up to the final knuckles. Now the girl heaved and spasmed, as her vagina sucked at and clenched lovingly around the invading dildo, her screams of pain turning to moans of pleasure. Her sphincter had tightened around the invading fingers, as the double fucking intensified, and then finally she screamed out heartrendingly, as she climaxed in the most powerful orgasm of her young life. Her eyes were enormous liquid pools, her bowels had melted inside her, as she finally surrendered to the assault upon her. Her rectal walls had become soft pillows of greedy flesh, her tawny anus a sucking mouth, as she desperately sought for her final release. She screamed out almost heartrendingly: "OH.. YESSS!" and tried to raise her body to meet the objects of her intense need... the pounding rubber cock deep in her cunt, and the reaming fingers in her ass-hole! Then the girl passed out, and after a minute or two, the doctor pulled out of her, panting wildly. She had been fingering her own rear-end with her other hand, and she had her own orgasm, as the young girl flooded the table with her juices. Then before Chelsy's horrified eyes, the Doctor positioned the head of the dildo at the girl's anus, and without hesitation drove the rubber cock deep into the unconscious girl's rectum, and started to fuck her limp body. After a minute or two, the girl came to, and screamed once more... but to Chelsy's utter amazement, it was a scream of pleasure, as the dildo pounded into her ass! Chelsy, who was completely overcome by now with the whole thing, looked on dazedly, as her own pussy throbbed. Then without warning, she climaxed in an intense orgasm... and she hadn't even been touched down there! Smiling broadly, and looking at Chelsy with glowing eyes, the Doctor fucked the writhing girl in her receptive ass, until she noisily orgasmed one more time, and passed out again. The Doctor finally pulled out of the girl, and cleaned off the dildo as it bobbed in front of her. Then she came over and un-buckled the ball-gag strap, and removed the ball from Chelsy's mouth, much to her relief. The Doctor's lovely face was close to hers, and then her sensual mouth claimed that of Chelsy's, and she kissed her passionately, as her tongue filled her mouth. And despite herself, Chelsy returned the kiss with equal passion... she couldn't help herself! Dr. Swan finally released her, and panted: "I've been wanting to do that to you, ever since that first day you walked into my office, you are so beautiful! And I have wanted to fuck you for a long time, my sweet darling girl... and now I'm going to!" She looked deep into Chelsy's wide eyes, and said slowly, and with great feeling: "I am going to teach you so many special things, my new love... and I'm going to keep you for myself," and she smiled lovingly at Chelsy, as she added, "you are going to be my subby!" Chelsy's mind swirled crazily, as the full meaning of what the woman was saying sank into her fevered brain. She was going to be a sexual slave to the whims of this admittedly lovely creature before her. And she was going to be fucked right now for starters... her head spun erotically despite herself. Chapter 3. Her pussy stirred as she looked at the big rubber cock, bouncing gently up and down on the Doctor's naked body... at her beautiful firm breasts, with the long dark nipples and thrusting areoles. The small waist that swelled into curvaceous hips and a luscious ass... the lovely long legs. The Doctor hesitated, then she turned around, and went over to the still unconscious young girl, and un-strapped her. She bent down and kissed the girl's lovely ass, patted her, then went into the bathroom. When she came back she had a small pail in one hand, and towels in the other. She very carefully washed off the girl's body, then dried it. She caressed the girl's gorgeous ass again, then bent down and very slowly licked it all over, inch by lovely inch. Her hot eyes bored into Chelsy's, as her tongue lapped and probed at the girls anus, then dipped down and licked at her pussy. Finally she stood up, reluctantly leaving the tasty dishes before her, and stroked the girl's golden hair, Then she came and stood in front of Chelsy, admiring her body for a minute or two. She smiled as she saw the evidence of her orgasm, and bent down and gently fingered Chelsy's baby smooth pussy, keening softly in her throat. Chelsy trembled as her gleaming clitoris was exposed by the probing fingers, and her head went back in reluctant pleasure, as the Doctor's mouth closed around her puffy mound, and she nibbled and licked at her throbbing love-bud. Chelsy was also trembling in fear... she knew what was coming next from this horny woman, as she remembered the bobbing rubber cock! The Doctor reluctantly raised her mouth from the delectable dish and stood up, her strap-on waving around. Then leaning over, she carefully positioned the cock-head at the wet pussy, and paused for a long moment, as her eyes bored into Chelsy's. Then without hesitation, she rammed the cock-head deep into Chelsy's cunt, as the young receptionist screamed at the sudden pain, then burst into tears and started bawling like a little child. The woman ignored Chelsy's tears, and started to fuck her in increasing passion, as her eyes devoured the lovely sight before her. She leaned forward and took one of Chelsy's tits in her mouth, and ravaged the nipple with her teeth, as Chelsy screamed even louder. Then the Doctor grasped Chelsy by her soft thighs, and really went to town on the young woman, fucking her frantically, almost as if she was determined to split her in two with the driving, pounding dildo. A half an hour or so later, Chelsy, who had long ago stopped crying, moaned in a mixture of relief and regret, as the cum covered rubber cock was pulled out from her throbbing cunt. She had noisily and juicily climaxed again and again, even as she fought not to, but her aroused and horny body had betrayed her completely. Afterwards, the Doctor had taken off the strap-on, and cleaned it and herself up, and kissed Chelsy with some passion. She had not released her, or cleaned her up though, and her glistening body was still covered in pussy juices - hers and the Doctor's. Chelsy vaguely wondered how many times she had cum, she had lost count as every one seemed to run into the next. Thank God the Doctor hadn't fucked her in her rear-end, she thought to herself, she had fully expected her to. Then she gulped and flushed, as she remembered the crazy thoughts that had run through her mind, as she had flooded the chair for the last time... wondering what was it like to be fucked in her ass! Chelsy had vaguely noted that the girl had finally revived, while she herself was being fucked again and again. The girl had sat up on the table, and watched everything in erotic fascination, her face flushed, she was obviously turned on by all the action. Her fingers were deep in her pussy, as she fingered herself to orgasm. It was clear that she was no longer a victim... she was now a player in the game that was about to further unfold... The Doctor pulled up a chair, and sat down in front of Chelsy, she was keening softly in her throat as she examined her glistening body closely. She had been thrilled when she had stripped Chelsy, to find the true loveliness of her naked body. Her long fingers probed and stroked, and as they strayed to her anus, Chelsy trembled in fear... she had an idea of what was coming! Then she gasped aloud as she felt a cum covered finger invade her anus, and push firmly into her for as far as it could, and wriggle around inside her. Unconsciously, she lifted her ass up to meet the probing finger, and the horny Doctor smirked knowingly at young Cathy - that was her name - who smiled tremulously back.... she knew all about anal delights! Then she eased the fingers of one hand into Chelsy's sopping wet vagina, and deftly scooped out some cum. She applied the goo to the young woman's anus, and started to push her fingers into her, gently at first, lubricating her. She scooped out some more cum, and pushed two of her fingers further in the tawny ass-hole before her, and started to firmly ream out the protesting sphincter, stopping to add more cum... and fingers, from time to time. Chelsy groaned in agony, then suddenly and amazingly, her ring of muscle started to soften, and allowed the Doctor's fingers, all four of them now, to enter her up to the last knuckles. She moaned, the pain was still intense, but bearable now, and imperceptibly her sphincter relaxed even more. The woman saw this, and she withdrew her fingers, much to Chelsy's surprise... all of a sudden her body felt empty, abandoned... but not for long! The Doctor unsnapped the dildo from the harness, and carefully inserted the head of it into Chelsy's open anus, then pushed it firmly into her ass, ignoring Chelsy's pleas for her to stop. Chelsy screamed out once more, in agony this time from the all-encompassing pain in her abused rear-end, and once again she fainted, luckily for her right then, as the Doctor fucked her glistening ass-hole with the dildo in unbridled passion. Chapter 4. Before the night was over, she would actually ask for more! She had been finally released from her straps and stirrups, when it became obvious she was now a willing participant. And they had moved over to the bed to continue their pleasure. The Doctor's inventive mind was a cess pool of erotica. Not only was Chelsy's gorgeous ass painfully fucked by the dildo, at the same time, her pussy was entertained with a very interesting vibrator... this one had a little attachment, that concentrated on her 'g-spot'. Chelsy had loved it at first, her pleasure partly overcoming the pain in her sphincter, but she had to finally beg the Doctor to take it out, it was too much for her, the vibrating pleasure too concentrated on one tiny area. Then the young girl was given a strap-on cock, and told to fuck her... Chelsy noted that she didn't seem to need much persuasion! And finally they had both fucked her at the same time, as she screamed out her heartfelt pleasure at this new abuse of her heaving body. After which, they took turns in going down on her, eating her out to pussy-busting orgasms, while their fingers titillated her sucking anus. She thought she had died and gone to heaven, she loved being eaten out! The Beginning We'd been best friends for quite a few months and fuck buddies almost as long as we'd been friends. It was a wonderful friendship, too--she always had the ability to get into my head and tell what I was thinking and feeling. She could glance at me and tell me exactly what was on my mind, even when sometimes I couldn't put the words to it myself. Our sex had always been amazing. She knew exactly what to do with my body to make me squirm and writhe and moan under her. She was naturally dominant when we played, and I was naturally submissive to her--so it was really no surprise when we decided to take a new and delicious path in our friendship. "Did you read the story I told you about?" she asked me one day as we were casually chatting. "Yes, I did," I replied, "and it was a wonderful story. I really liked how the guy tied her up and teased her half to death with the whip." "You know, those are about the only stories I read anymore," she commented as she took a sip of her coffee. "Same here." The conversation drifted to other topics for a while as we sat at the table and enjoyed our coffee together. But I couldn't get my mind off of it. I'd read so much about BDSM lately, from articles and discussions on the internet to amateur fictions posted on various websites. It fascinated me. I knew I wanted to try this, and I knew that it was something that would come naturally to me. But I didn't know if she wanted to try it. If she did, it would be perfect. She was my best friend, she was naturally dominant, and I just knew it wouldn't be hard for her to step into the role of a Mistress. Well, there was only one way to find out. So I took a breath and braced myself. "You know, I've been thinking about something," I said as I nervously looked down into my half-empty coffee cup. "I know," she said with a familiar twinkle in her eyes. She was doing it to me again, she was inside my head. "I hate it when you do that!" I told her jokingly. The truth was that I was somewhat relieved. "I know," she practically purred. "Since you already know, I suppose there's no sense in me wasting the words telling you." "Not exactly. We do need to talk about how we're going to do this, when it's going to happen and what we'll do. So what did you have in mind?" "Well," I started hesitantly, "We've already started heading in that direction. You always assume the role of the dominant one when we play, and I follow your lead. The only thing is to take it to the next level, and make it official that you're the dominant one and I'm to do whatever you want, and to let you do to me as you wish." "I should tie you up." "Yes, I'd like that." And it was true. The thought did send a jolt of excitement straight to my pussy, but it also turned my insides to quivering goo on the way down. "I should tie you up and tickle you until you can't stand it anymore." Ok, now she was teasing me. She knew how ticklish I was, she'd already pinned me down and tickled me half senseless. "Whatever you want to do, you're in charge," I said as I faked some composure and fought to keep from squirming in my chair. The conversation continued, speaking of possible likes and dislikes, what might be good to try for a first time and what might be too "out there" for us. I was completely electrified at the thought of trying this. But I was also nervous as hell. This was completely new to me, and I didn't know if I'd be any good at my part of the game. I also knew, as did she, that this would be a stretch for me, that I had trouble letting go and trusting someone as completely as I would have to do on the night we decided to play. And that night, we decided, was only a few days away. When that day came I was a bundle of nervous energy. I could barely focus on anything, and I had so many butterflies in my stomach that there was no room left for food. The day seemed to drag on torturously slowly. My mind was so jumbled with thoughts that it was hard to pull out coherent threads. She called me around noontime, with directions on when and where we were to meet for dinner. When I admitted that I nervous, she told me that everything would be just fine, and she encouraged me to relax. The time finally came for me to meet her for dinner. She'd chosen a quiet little place with good ambience. When I saw her, my jaw nearly hit the floor. She was wearing a black leather skirt that couldn't have gotten any tighter or any shorter. Her shirt was black and white pinstriped, very fitted around the breasts and accented with tie-ups at the sleeves and in the back. She wore black fishnet stockings and black leather knee-high boots. Every inch of her practically oozed Mistress, and I practically oozed into the booth beside her. Things started out as they would in any other outing between two friends. We ordered dinner and chatted over the rolls that came as we waited for our meals. Things began to heat up about half-way through the meal when she suddenly took my hand and put it down between her legs. This was when I discovered that there was no underwear under that incredibly short skirt, and that she was incredibly wet. There was an older couple sitting across the way from us, and I knew that they would be able to see the goings-on if they looked. I must have blushed eight shades of red from embarrassment, but I did as she wanted and started fingering her. When she was satisfied with my attentions, she removed my hand and we continued with the meal. Close to the end of the meal she took a sip from her iced tea, then looked at me with that devious glimmer in her eyes. She fished out an ice cube and began to tease my neck with it, then dropped it down my shirt and leaned over to lick up the water on my neck. It was hard to stay still, but I managed. I was grateful when we left, mostly because I'm shy by nature and that had embarrassed me half to death, but also because I was wanting to get to my place so things could escalate further. I was a little amazed when we made it back to my place in one piece. I don't remember much of the drive there, just how hot the car became and how fast my pulse was racing as she leaned over to fondle my breasts and pussy while I was driving. Once we walked through the door of my apartment, the order came. "Strip." I slowly took my clothes off and laid them neatly in the chair. I was very aware of her watching me, though I tried hard not to meet her gaze. I was nervous and a little embarrassed, though this was not the first time she'd ever seen me naked. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back." I did as she told me to, and I felt her step close behind me. My eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as she reached around and began to play with my breasts. She ran her hands slowly over my skin, pausing to tweak the nipples. She stroked my stomach and my shoulders and my arms, and returned her attention to my breasts. As I was getting lost in the moment I felt my balance begin to slip, and I instinctively caught myself. She leaned in close. "I won't let you fall," she whispered in my ear, "Relax. Trust me." I felt all the tension and nervousness melt out of my body at those words. She gently pulled me back until I was leaning against her. I let my head drift back to her shoulder as she continued to caress my body. She worked her hands down to my pussy and slid a finger into me. I was incredibly wet. She began to finger me a little, but stopped as I began to moan and squirm. "Not yet." She brought her wet fingers to my mouth. "Lick it off," she said. I hungrily sucked on her fingers. I enjoyed sucking, and I enjoyed my taste, so this was a pleasure for me. "Bring me a glass of wine," she ordered. I went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of merlot, her favorite. I poured a glass into my best stemware and brought it to her. She took it and sat down on the couch. "Sit." I sat beside her and she swung her legs across my lap. As she sipped her wine, she stared at me. She didn't say a word, she just stared, and sipped. I grew increasingly uneasy under her gaze, but I didn't move. About two thirds through the glass of wine she suddenly laughed, and I looked up at her, startled. "I enjoy this," she purred, "I enjoy seeing you like this...waiting for my next move, not knowing when it's going to come or what it's going to be. I've got you. You're right where I want you. You're mine." She finished her glass of wine and swung her legs off of me. "Go into the bedroom and lay down on the bed," she said. I did so, and after a few moments she came into the room holding a length of rope. She took one arm and tied it to the head of the bed, and then did the same with the other arm. When she was satisfied that I was secure, she straddled me and began to tease and stroke my breasts and sides. Just as I was relaxing into it, she fluttered her hands over my sides, tickling me. I arched my body and started laughing. She laughed as well, obviously enjoying herself. She continued like this for several minutes, alternating between gentle, erotic strokes and tickling. My head was swimming with all the different sensations until they all seemed to merge into one. She suddenly broke the pattern and thrust her fingers into my wet pussy. I let out a moan and pulled at the ropes as I arched my body to fuck her fingers. She hit my G-spot and fluttered her fingers over it as a jolt of building pleasure shot through every inch of my body. As the sensations focussed in my pussy, my arms and legs started tingling. She began to tease my clit with her other hand as I got completely lost in all of the wonderful sensations I was feeling. I managed to look at her through my haze and saw that she was looking down at me, smiling and enjoying the fact that's she was making me squirm and moan and there was nothing I could do about it...even if I had wanted to. But I didn't want to. It was all so delicious, being tied up and at her mercy like that. I enjoyed it all, the tickling, the vulnerability, of course the pleasure, and even the embarrassing and humiliating moments. And now here I was, in absolute ecstasy, my head spinning from the intensity of the pleasure and the building of the approaching orgasm. I could feel it coming, and knew I was close. Just a little more.... And then the phone rang.... Our evening had to be cut short. But we both knew that we had found something wonderful, and something that suited us both. We both knew that this was only the beginning, though we could not yet imagine what we would become or just how wonderful it would be.... The Beginning Katrina sits on the back porch of her house reading the newspaper as the smell of midmorning dew drying wafts into her nostrils. The sun is rising in the sky as she air dries under a terry cloth robe, her curly hair cascading around her face. Just as she is getting into an article entitled "One Last Chance" she hears a faint knock coming through the house and a voice hollers toward her from the deck in front of the house. When she arrives at the door she is greeted by a good 'friend' of hers who, by the sweat glistening on his bare chest, appears to have been working hard all morning and was wondering if he could come in to cool off. It didn't take long for the cooling off to turn into heating up. She headed for the kitchen to get him a cup of ice water, and he followed her the whole way watching the gentle sway in her hips that worked its way through her taught curves. He pulled a cube out of the water and touched her to Kat's lips causing her to tremble. He then proceeded to glide the ice across the nape of her neck and over the top of her chest allowing the cold water to trickle down her breasts under the robe that she was still slightly wearing. He leaned into her drawing her head to his and kissing her lips as she snatched up a piece of ice and slithered it down his chest and slowly slid her hands into his trousers and allowed her hand to rest on his balls. He jumped. And pulled her closer to him as he could feel the freezing drops of water slide over his sac and back toward his anus. In almost a flash he had flung her robe into the corner and before he had the chance to think about where to throw her she had somehow managed to fix his pants around his ankles and slip the head of his cock into her mouth. His knees gave slightly at the feel of Katrina's tongue probing the tight slit of his penis to draw out the leaking precum that reminded him of milking the teats of his lover. her left hand fondled his sac - he brushed her hair back with his hands and stared into her gorgeous, longing eyes - his cock slowly disappeared into her mouth as her cheeks became concave trying to pull everything out of him - he took his right hand and brushed the back of it against her cheek as he tucked a loose tuft of hair back behind her ear. with all of the strength in his body he pulled out of her mouth and asked her to stop. He walked with her to the futon and had her lay on her stomach - her buxom ass protruding into the air - he lay atop her and thrust his cock through the crack of her ass slicking it with his precum. Once confidant that her derriere was well wetted between the cheeks, he allowed himself to shift slightly and slam his cock into her hot, hairy love hole pushing in as far as he could and proceeded to gyrate his hips to lather his pole with her juices. Upon being well coated in her natural lubricant, Allan reversed the move he had made moments ago and, spreading her cheeks with his hand and gazing in awe at the cute brown hole, he positioned the head of his manhood right at the entrance and began to forcefully push forward with a gentle ease that calmed Kat's nerves. Once the head had fully penetrated her hole, he paused to allow her the chance to grow into the accommodations. As she adjusted to this new feeling, he brushed all of her hair over her left shoulder and, just as he had placed his hands over her breasts and begun to tweak the nipples ever so slightly, he bit down on the right side of the nape in her neck whilst thrusting slowly forward entering her until his balls slapped against her swollen labia. She let out a moan in ecstasy at either the bite or the nipples or the fullness like she had never felt before. His right hand stayed to caress the perfect mounds on her chest while his left hand suddenly appeared on her other mound frigging away at her hardened clitoris. During this exchange of his hands, Al began to pull out and left just the head inside of her before starting back into her with an easy rhythm that caused her to moan every time she felt him moving within. He loved the way that her entrails constricted around him and wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on to his load. As he could feel her wetness running down his left hand, he took it away from her precious treasure box long enough to clean it off with his tongue before replacing his hand over her dripping cunt. It was all becoming too much for him and he knew that her was close. She could sense his urgency as his thrusting increased in speed. He asked her if it would be okay to cum inside of her bum, and she agreed to that fate. He sluiced in and out of her furiously as she bucked back toward him. She felt his penis grow inside of her and could fell his ball sack tense as it smacked against her sex. He thrust hard into her one final time and held himself as deep inside of her as possible while depositing his seed deep within her bowels. The feel of his expansion within her, the warm feeling of his semen flowing through her, and the stimulation of her labia from his testicles set Katrina on fire. She rolled into an intense orgasm and shook violently almost dispelling his spewing cock from her anus. The two slowly came down from heaven and collapsed on the futon with Allan splayed out atop Katrina, cock still embedded and quite firm in her hott ass. The Beginning Shortly after waking up one Saturday evening, I logged onto my computer to see who was online, hoping that the man I had met several days before would be online, the one who was known to me only as 'Master8.' This man intrigued me...when we first started talking, it was not over anything remotely romantic, but instead just of everyday life...our history with relationships, our personalities, etc. However, this night was destined to be different, as we began discussing our mutual interest in writing, including erotic stories. This is the conversation that followed after he suggested that we write a story together (the suggestion got to us both in a 'special way' i guess)...little did we know it would actually end up as the first co-authored story itself! The only things that have been changed are spelling and a very slight bit of grammar, so as not to destroy the actual story itself. Master8: *nibble *blow (air) over ear Seduzione: *saucy wink *soft kiss Master8: whew, wow, *prolonged eye contact *soft kiss Master8: now isn't this nice *clearly fake stretch *puts arm over shoulder Seduzione: *fake yawn, drops head onto shoulder Master8: *stokes hair, now don't you fall asleep on me, *kiss ear Seduzione: ok....i'll just get comfy *snuggles Seduzione: mmm Master8: *whispers words like you're incredible, beautiful, in your ear Seduzione: awww Seduzione: *blush Seduzione: *kisses side of your neck then ducks head shyly Master8: *moves arm to slowly lift head up to give you a long devastating kiss Seduzione: *wraps arm around your neck and strokes your cheek w/ free hand, returning your kisses Master8: *puts both arms around you and lifts you over me, placing you in the corner of the couch *puts one arm around your waist as the other guides head back towards mine, lips lock again Seduzione: mmm ^_^ *wraps arms around you, fiddling w/ your hair w/ one hand while the other strokes across your shoulders, holding you to me, enjoying the feel of your lips on mine ;) Master8: *removes lips slowly, gazes deeply into your eyes "i would say i'm in heaven right now but i can't be, cause your beauty surpasses that of an angel" *takes arm from around head and slowly strokes your cheek Seduzione: *blushes and tries to duck head away, embarrassed but flattered Master8: *quickly uses hand on cheek to tilt head slightly back to plant another long devastating kiss Seduzione: *playfully nibbles your lower lip as we kiss Master8: *powerful kisses *moves hand from shoulder to waist and back to neck Seduzione: *savors kisses and gentle stroking of your hand *wraps both arms around you, hugging you tightly to me, never wanting to let you go Master8: *gladly gives more kisses, moving down to your neck, slow kiss... Seduzione: *tilts head back slightly and purrrrrrs Master8: *strokes hand up and down from shoulder to waist, and kisses down to shoulder Seduzione: *leans head inward a bit and nibbles your earlobe, blowing gently Master8: *moves hand from waist to your stomach, up wards to your neck, planting another kiss on your lips Seduzione: mm *gives a tiny squeak at the slight tickle of your hand on my side and stomach, then press one hand to your chest, stroking your cheek as i return your kisses Master8: mmmm *lowers left shoulder strap, and moves head to kiss shoulder, while stroking hand across stomach Seduzione: *flexes stomach muscles at the continued stroking of your hand *gives little groan at your lips on the sensitive skin of my shoulder....giving your neck little kisses whenever position allows Master8: *loosens other shoulder strap, and moves kisses over the shoulder line to your other shoulder *wondering what you're wearing in this scenario* Seduzione: hmmmm....itty bitty spaghetti strap top and silky pj pants ;) Master8: *moves hand from stomach to bottom of the lace top, while moving hot wet kisses back to your ear and whispering sultry words of pleasure to you Seduzione: *groans again from the touch of your lips and hands, sighing with pleasure and blushing at what you are whispering in my ear Master8: **lets out an animal like grow, and grabs the shoulder strap in my teeth and tears it down, moving the hand on your stomach up past your breasts to your lips. Seduzione: mmMMMmm.... Seduzione: *gasps as you get a bit forceful suddenly, holding on to you, running my hand across your shoulder and back Master8: *slows down and carefully removes the lace top as i make prolonged eye contact *bends back down delivers a powerful kiss Seduzione: O_O *gazes into your eyes and wonders what will be coming next, but knowing that it will be lovely no matter what it is.....*returns kisses passionately w/ a slight sigh of delight Master8: *kneels up on the couch as i remove my shirt, fling it aside with disregard *bends back down to give passionate kisses, placing one arm around your neck and the other on the side of your left breast Seduzione: *gazing at you as you take off your top, i look into your eyes and smile softly, leaning up to meet your mouth w/ my own and jumping slightly when i feel where your hand has ended up, but then sighing restlessly, throwing my arms around your neck to hold you in for a deep, long kiss Master8: *feeling you jump i slightly draw back moving my hand around to your back, pulling you closer, a wordless moan escapes my lips, moving my other hand down to your waist. Seduzione: *sensing that you moved your hand to save me discomfort, i lean up and whisper into your ear...'just because i gave a little start....doesn't mean that i didn't like it'.......*seeing the expression on your face that is doubtless mirrored in my own, i stroke my hand across your chest, a smile in my eyes that is meant only for you Master8: *i smile back, i knowing smile *with that i place a thumb inside you pants and move the hand on your back up around to your breast, and moving my mouth away from your lips and make a blazing trail down to your other breast Seduzione: *arching my back slightly against the sensations your burning mouth and hands are causing, i let out a muffled groan, biting my lower lip anxiously as i thread my hand trough your hair, lightly stroking, as my other hand grasps your shoulder Master8: *feeling the arch, i slowly move the hand that was stroking your left breast down to your pelvic line, then move it around to your lower back Master8: *meanwhile my tongue is playing as lighting upon your right nipple, lapping and darting. Seduzione: oooooo....*one hand still in your hair, holding you lightly to me, i run my other hand down to your lower back, stroking there, letting my hand trail to your hip and move toward your stomach before returning to your back, as i savor the onslaught of sensations you are causing inside me Master8: *sensing your desire, my hand on your lower back, creeps lower... and my mouth leaves your breast and makes a burning trail between your breasts, down to your navel, making moist swirls with my tongue. Seduzione: *moving restlessly against you, my hands roam the parts of you i can reach...shoulders, arms, hair....as my stomach flexes underneath your ministrations.... Master8: *my other hand moves up to your mouth and moves along your moist lips as my hand on your pants starts to lower them, looking for a signal Seduzione: *kissing the fingertips at my lips gently, i gaze down my body at you as i slowly suck one of your fingers into my mouth, stroking it with my tongue and lip...i nod slowly at you, lifting my hips slightly to make things easier Master8: *while making eye contact, i slide down slowly over your lower body, taking your pants with me. Master8: *once off, i slide back up to give you a passionate kiss on the lips Master8: *hand sliding up your side, from your leg right up past your waist, further up, back to your breast Seduzione: *arching against you, feeling your body against mine, i return your kisses with much desire, my arms wrapped loosely around you...loving every minute of time spent with you...... Master8: *my hand on your breast moves around your back, and back down to your bottom, griping it. i roll you over on the couch, with you ending up on top, tongues still intertwined Seduzione: *reluctantly ending the searing kiss, i pull back slowly, grinning wickedly at you, as i lean my body, back, hands on the top of your pants now...wondering if you will let me return the favor and divest you of what's left of your clothing Master8: *looking deep into your eyes, i give the same knowing nod you did me, and i lean forward to try to recapture the taste of your lips Seduzione: *kissing you again, for i can no easier resist the lure of your lips than u can of mine, i nevertheless quickly move back, undoing your pants and sliding them off of you till you are in the same state as me Seduzione: **leaning back up your body, kissing a trail up your chest as i go, i move back to the lips that are silently beckoning me, capturing them with my own and kissing you deeply Master8: *one hand rests on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to me, while the other makes a trail down your back to rest on your bottom, gripping it firmly Seduzione: *pressing my body to yours, i savor your warmth, and moan softly against your lips when your hand trails down my body...mmm Master8: *i turn you back over and proceed to slide once again down your body, this time my tongue making swirling patterns between your breasts, down once again to your navel continuing down to your lace underwear and i take a quick glance up, to meet your eyes Seduzione: *biting my lower lip with anticipation of your next move, i gaze hotly into your eyes, telling you without words to continue with whatever it is you want to do...because i want it too Master8: *with that look, i slowly slide them down inch by inch...when i get to your feet, i slide them off and toss them aside, only to turn back to your feet, kissing them, your lower legs, and slowly creeping up. Master8: *i reach, the most sensitive part of a woman, this woman, this goddess, my tongue nipping and darting on the nub of sensuality...lapping, playing cat & mouse with her. Seduzione: *i can feel myself start trembling as you draw nearer to, then finally find, the center of my being.....a low moan escapes my lips as i experience pleasure that i've never known...arching against you and the intense sensation... Seduzione: *not able to stand the feeling of your hot, wet mouth on me for very long, the sensation being so intense and my anticipation of these moments so great, i grasp your head and shoulder in my hands and gently urge you to come back up my body....kiss me, love, and let me return a modicum of the pleasure you're giving me Master8: *with that i do, my tongue diving into your mouth, my hand sliding up and down the left side of your body Seduzione: *i move away slowly, gazing into your eyes as i maneuver till you are the one on the bottom, as i slowly kiss a hot trail down your chest...your stomach....and fondling you with my hands, i look into your eyes....wondering if this is what you want... Master8: *i look back onto your eyes, gazing deep, with desire, as i know what you want, you know what i do, and my hard arousal shows you clearly what i want Seduzione: *smiling my little, secret half-smile, i turn my attentions to the hard, throbbing object in my hands, stroking it, clasped in my hand...as i return my gaze to your face, i lean down and my tongue comes out to taste the tip slowly, swirling around....trailing hot kisses down the length and dragging my tongue back up it, i move over you and slowly take you inside of hot, wet, wanting mouth...teasing with my tongue, moving slowly up and down...sucking, stroking w/ my hand, licking... Master8: *a groan escapes my mouth, and my body shivers in pleasure. when i can not take it much more, i lean towards you and beckon you back to my lips Seduzione: *sucking hard one last time as i withdraw, i move slowly up to your mouth, dragging my body across yours, as i capture your lips between mine in a soul-searing kiss Master8: *my soul burns, my body is on fire, every action you take, brings me closer to insanity but i long for it more than life itself Seduzione: *my heart pounds in my chest as my lips explore yours, and my body yearns for you...needs you more than any words could ever express Master8: *my arms wrapped around you, i begin to turn you back over. once you are on your back, i look at you the way a mortal would look at an angel, i bend down to kiss you again, our chests burning together, my manhood rubbing against your thigh. Seduzione: *my arms wrapped around you, holding you to me, i grind my body against yours, begging you to make me yours, not able to stand being without you any longer and praying that you'll end the sweet torment of waiting for something we both want so very much Master8: *with that, i position myself, with my manhood prodding the entrance to your most feminine place, and slowly enter you. *your hot wet depths surround me, and i groan with pleasure...as i bring my lips down on yours hard Seduzione: *crying out with pleasure as you enter me, i arch my body against yours, aching to feel you as deeply inside of me as you can possibly be, kissing you somewhat fiercely as my desire overwhelms me and my hands roam across your shoulders, back and lower.... Master8: *i start to move, withdrawing and entering, fanning the flames of desire higher and higher. my hands running up and down your body from shoulder to thigh, my tongue encircling yours, matching the pace of our lower bodies Seduzione: *moaning softly into your mouth with each movement you make, i meet the thrust of your hips with my own, unable to hold still as i writhe beneath you with desire, feeling myself climb closer and closer to the peak that had been drawing ever nearer since your lips first met mine Master8: *just when i thought the pleasure could not get any more, it intensifies, drawing me nearer and nearer to that invisible peak of ultimate pleasure, my hands move down to your buttocks, one hand gripping each drawing me into you even more, my breaths are ragged, and my eyes gaze into yours Seduzione: *as i gaze into your eyes, hearing your breathing, i can feel the pressure inside me rise to the peak...the experiences of the evening finally overwhelm me as i thrust myself against you once again and cry out, feeling the muscles inside of me clench you tightly as i stop breathing for a moment as i take my journey amongst the stars...still moving against you, and more determined than ever to bring you to your pinnacle, i grasp your face in my hands and bring it down to mine, meeting your lips with mine and kissing you with all the desire that you have stored up inside of me this night Seduzione: *pausing in our kiss to whisper in your ear...'come for me, love...i want to feel you take your own trip amongst the stars' Master8: *with that, insanity takes over, and I'm wrapped in silken flames...my mind melts, the very centre of my being aches, i fuse together with you with one last powerful stroke. my very body seems to explode, pleasure beyond measure and i see the stars, the universe its self laid before me. *i lean down to kiss you. Seduzione: *kissing you back softly, i smile against you lips, holding you tightly to me, basking in the afterglow that only true pleasure can bring Master8: The End, or is it... Seduzione: only time will tell love...but I do believe this might be a lovely start to, at the very least, a VERY interesting friendship ;) The Beginning I'm addicted to oral sex. Actually, to be exact, the joy of spreading a woman's thighs with my hands and letting my tongue dance over, around and on her clit until every muscle in her body seizes in orgasm. It is beyond me how there are men out there that can't stand to orally pleasure a woman. Were it not for my wife and her propensity to flirt when we were dating some 30+ years ago, I may never have been introduced to my life-long passion. As I said, my wife has always been a huge flirt. And she has such a sweet, coy sexy way of talking on the phone, which often got her in trouble in her younger days. Shortly after graduating from high school she went to work in a call center environment where she spent her entire shift on the phone talking to strangers. Thanks to her pert phone personality, she had more than her share of opportunities to flirt and be flirted with. It was just one of these calls that led to her discovering oral sex and, subsequently, my introduction. Ann (my wife) usually worked the 2-10 shift and I would take here to and from work. However, on this particular day, she was assigned a split shift and had off from 2 until 6 between shifts. I was in college and had morning classes so when she worked a split shift she would drive herself. We would then normally have spent the afternoon together. Not so on this day. Ann called me when she got off the first shift and told me she was going shopping with some coworkers and wouldn't see me until after her second shift. It was only later that I found out what "shopping" she meant. She had been flirting all during her first shift with an older man (25 years old - she was 18, almost 19 at the time). The conversations weren't explicit, but had a definite sexual undercurrent. David (the man) spent the whole shift trying to convince her to meet him to get a coke and more conversation. She finally agreed and met him at a fast-food joint comfortably away from where she worked. She got to the meet point before him and settled in a booth. During the course of the morning's flirting, he told her he was about 5' 10" and many people said he looked like Neil Diamond (remember, this was 35ish years ago). Ann was only 5' even and had wonderfully firm legs, a lush derriere and outstanding 36c breasts. She would look up apprehensively every time the door open and, if a single man came in, wondered if that was "him". Fortunately, none had been thusfar since none had been particular attractive. After what seemed like an eternity, HE walked through the door. She knew immediately it was him - from the Neil Diamond description and something about his self-confident aura. David looked around and when his eyes fell on her he likewise knew it was Ann. He strode over and settled in the booth across from her. David and Ann talked small-talk for awhile and then he suggested they get some drinks and go to a nearby park. Even though Ann knew absolutely nothing about David, she has always been a risk-taker, and coupled with his smooth manner and great looks, ended up leaving with him in his car. When they got to his car, David was the perfect gentleman and opened the passenger door for her and closed it again after she settled in. Strangely, there was nothing said between them during the short drive to the park, most likely he was bound up inside with anticipation of what he might get and her in anticipation of what might happen. Anyway, when they reached the park, he maneuvered to a somewhat secluded cul-de-sac and parked. Ann was expecting him to be all over her as soon as they parked, but to her surprise and pleasure, he simply turned sideways in the seat so he could look at her while the talked. Ann did the same, but being rather short, tucked one leg up under the other. She had on jeans so there wasn't any skin or panty shot, but still, her legs formed a perfect V with her covered pussy at the apex. David spent a lot of time just talking and putting her at ease, gradually doing things like reaching out and twirling her hair and commenting how soft and silky it was. Finally, he just leaned over and softly kissed her neck. Ann tensed and didn't her head, but he continued kissing and swirling his warm tongue on her neck and shoulder. This is one of Ann's biggest erogenous zones and it melted her over time. Her head began to tilt giving him greater access to her neck and shoulder and shivers when up and down her body. He'd draw little moist circles on her skin and then nibble at her earlobe. Ann's breathing began to deepen and David knew the effect he was having even though she never made a sound. After reaching a state of comfort that she was softened, David took her chin in one and and turned her face and met her lips with his. No trepidation on her part now; she willingly parted her lips and let that same tongue that had brought goose-bumps to her neck slip into her warm mouth. He kissed her with the experience of an older man - sensually. They're lips broke and he kissed under her chin and down the front of her neck, stopping just above her partially exposed cleavage. His mouth reversed course and worked back up over the same enflamed skin, finally meeting her lips again. This time, while their lips and tongues were inter-locked, David moved one hand to her denim covered thigh and began to caress it. Ann, in response, moved to bring her thighs closer together, but didn't break the kiss. While still locked in a passionate kiss, David slowly moved his hand up to the top of her jeans, but rather than attack the button and zipper, continued up to the bottom button on her blouse. He paused just long enough to break the kiss and and go back to making love to Ann's neck. Ann responded by doing nothing to prevent him from unbuttoning her blouse. As he was freeing each button, his mouth and lips traced a warm, moist trail of kisses along her neck to the front until, in perfect timing his lips were kissing the top of her cleavage just as the last of the buttons was undone. The feel of his lips and tongue on her exposed skin was searing. Her beautiful bra-covered breasts were heaving as she breathed. Rather than clumsily attack her bra and paw at her nipples, David simply kissed over and around what skin was exposed. When the time was right, he reached up and found one of the stiffening buds under her soft bra and gently twirled it between his thumb and finger. The immediate reaction was for Ann to suck in a single breath and hold it like it was going to be her last. I'm sure David wanted to free her soft breasts from their encumbrance, but instead moved his lips down across the bra and onto the skin beneath the bra. As had been all along, he let his lips and warm tongue melt any inhibitions she had and kissed his way down across her exposed stomach and abdomen to the top of her jeans. Ann let out an almost imperceptible gasp when his fingers left her covered nipple and she did nothing when his fingers released the snap to her jeans. All she could focus on was the sensation of his lips on her skin. However, when David began to unzip her jeans, a bit of reality returned and she moved to cover his hands with hers and try to stop him. She instinctively closed here thighs tight together, but this didn't deter David. He simply continued unzipping her jeans, dragging her hands with his. Finally, the zipper was completely down and he had brought the tops of her panties down with it. Ann's moist pussy was still covered, but David expertly let his tongue and lips soften her again. His hands went to the hip tops of her jeans and began to work both the jeans and her white panties down over the hips. It wasn't the easiest because Ann didn't raise her hips to assist, and quite the contrary, ground her tush into the car seat to try to impede the progress. But David was unfazed and finally got them down to the top of her thighs leaving her crimson covered mound exposed. David brought his expert oral skills to bear on the mound and Ann gasped when his tongue parted her folds. And the damn burst when it slid across her clit. Now, Ann furtively through her tush up of the seat and David was able to easily lower her jeans and panties along her thighs, over the knees and down into a heap at her ankles. Ann responded by throwing her thighs wide open giving him full access to her now gushing pussy. David wrapped his lips around her love button and drew it into his warm mouth where he gently suckled it and teased it with his tongue. Ann was now rocking her hips and thrusting up, trying her best to wrap her pussy around something. Her hands clasped his hair on either side of his head and pulled him tight to her. David let her nub slip from his lips and slipped his tongue down her fold, across the opening to her love tunnel, and then teased the soft, stretched skin between her pussy her anus. Ann was in total lust at this point. She was moaning "oh my", "oh geez", "ohhhh, don't stop", "oh, I can't stand it". David returned back up through her gushing pussy and to her clit again, but this time rubbing the flat surface of his tongue up and down on it. When he sensed she was nearing orgasm, he would leave the clit and let his tongue twirl around the entrance to her pussy. This went on for quite some time bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until finally he didn't release her pert nub and the sweet release of orgasm overtook her. Every muscle in her body shook and her toes curled in her shoes. David brought her down slowly until she relaxed and he layed there with his face resting between here open legs. Ann, for her part, just stayed there totally exposed without a single care if anyone passed by. Just when she was going to move to try to dress, however, David began to nibble at her upper thighs and she immediately abandoned all thoughts of dressing. They never had intercourse that afternoon, but David used his oral skills to bring her to 3 more orgasms. Now, back to the point of the beginning of the story. That was Ann's first exposure to oral sex and it was so wonderful that she introduced it to me a few days later. I never met David, but I owe him a huge thank you for what he taught Ann and she subsequently taught me. The Beginning It was cold and blustery outside, huge sheaths of rain drove past the window carried on a storm that forecasters said would continue into the morning. For three hours I'd sat on the edge of the bed just staring at the violence of the wind and rain glancing only occasionally at the clock on the bedside table. I was simply lost in thought and emotion as I relived the events of the last five months and reflected on how a normal marriage had quickly become a minefield of intrigue and emotional turmoil. I looked again at the mobile phone resting on top of the dresser. She had purposely placed it there, sending a clear message that I wouldn't be able to contact her when she walked out. She had kept her hand on it for a few seconds almost pleading with me to change my mind but when I said nothing she finally released her grip and with a sigh closed her bag. I could see the disappointment in her face as she headed towards the door and then left. Nothing else was said but I noted the purpose in her stride and in that moment I knew that her temperament and pride would make her go through with it. Anne and I met six years ago. She was 32 and I was 35. We both had histories in terms of emotional commitment, I had been married before and she'd been in a long term relationship which she lead me to believe, was oppressive and violent. I'd often wondered why she had stayed with him for 10 years. The character I saw and loved was strong and decisive, which didn't figure with the brow beaten and subservient woman she described during that relationship. In the end she said that she threw him out which again was at odds with the domineering and dangerous individual she said he was. Nevertheless these were issues that were never discussed. Having met our relationship went from the normal courtship to one where we were cohabiting within 3 months and were married 18 months later. We'd had the usual ups and downs but in the main we had a strong commitment towards one another and my willingness to placate and submit whenever an argument became particularly vocal or nasty was of great assistance to a relatively easy going companionship. In real terms that had meant spending all my time with her and unwittingly, quickly turning my back on my friends then losing all contact with them. Almost everything that I did outside of work needed her prior approval. It was pretty much the same in the bedroom, she did the leading and I waited for instruction. It could never be said that we took the role of sub and dom in the literal sense of the word, we rarely used restraints and only once used corporal punishment. It was more a question of her generally taking the initiative as to how, when and where it was to happen. One night however, around Christmas she was lying on the sofa whilst I sat with her legs over my lap. We drank a bottle of wine as I lovingly massaged her legs and thighs. She showed no glimmer of emotion or sexual tension as I kneaded and plied her tight calves but as her dressing gown gradually slid off her thigh, my cock began to strain against my shorts. I knew that she could feel it pressing against her skin but, as usual, I waited for her to take the initiative. I'd learned very quickly that moving too fast was a mistake so I was invariably patient in my build up. Gradually I moved my hands higher, still rubbing and soothing until I reached the top of her thighs and then finally she pulled her dressing gown open and I was able to stare at her naked body. Her smooth toned skin glowed in the orangey light from the fire as I gazed at her cleanly shaved groin, which was already puffy and gleaming with moisture. I tried to throw her legs off so that I could climb on top but she pushed down with her thighs and grabbed my hand making me turn to look at her. Without saying anything she pulled my hand towards her groin and let one of her legs fall to the floor so that her lips slowly started to unfurl. I could now feel how wet and sticky she had become as I cradled the swollen skin and gripped it lightly Following her instruction I then gently eased a finger into the gap and ran it through the soaking folds of flesh. I could see that her normal pink was now crimson as the blood surged in anticipation even her clit was pushing out from its protective hood. As I grazed the swollen button she moaned and arched her back slightly as she controlled the pleasure that coursed through her body. I spent ages just running my fingertips over her bud using her natural wetness to lubricate and vary the pressure I applied. I loved the way she allowed her body to direct me in what I did. A moan here and a twitch there were her way of letting me know whether I was doing it right. I soon sensed her climax approaching as I finally eased a finger into the warmth and tightness of her hole, still massaging her button and it was then that began a sequence of events that lead me to sitting alone in a bedroom waiting for her to return. 'Tell me one of your fantasies, the most disgusting one you've got', she hissed. 'Tell me something no else knows' This was a new one. We were rarely vocal in bed and had never spoken about such things. We were by no means prudish but actions not discussion had always lead the way. By now however, I was literally boiling with passion and my cock was leaking through the material of my shorts. There was only one, I thought immediately, and it certainly matched the criteria in so much as it was disgusting and I had certainly never told it to anyone else but I wasn't sure how she would take it. I said nothing for a while and then tried to get up so that I could lick and kiss her gaping slit, but she sensed me moving and grabbed my hand holding it tight against her cunt. 'Tell me' she whispered this time looking at me through glazed eyes. There was no hiding how aroused she was and so if only to fit in with the moment I decided to try her out. 'I would like to watch you with another man.' It seemed good for a start and I was still in a position where I could always say that it was said in the hope that it would arouse her rather than actually be something I wanted. She didn't seem to take offence however, as she continued. 'What would you want me to do?' Again I didn't reply immediately but by now she was dripping wet and I pushed a third finger into her pliant hole amazed at how easily she took it. Two fingers were comfortable but three ordinarily made her wince. As I slowly pushed my hand in and out she raised her hips and writhed as I delved hard and deep. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist to stop her orgasm and asked me again. I was so turned on that I replied immediately. 'Fuck them.' By now she was twisting away from my fingers trying desperately to ease the pressure on her clit. She was very close but it seemed, in no rush to orgasm. 'You would like that would you?' By now I was close to exploding, I had told her what I dreamed of and she hadn't exploded into a torrent of abuse and loathing. At the same time, just mentioning it without an adverse reaction was exciting me beyond belief. Pushing the boundaries still further, I replied, 'Oh yeah' 'So you want to watch me fuck and suck other men's cocks?' She wasn't accusatory in the question and I could feel from the heat of her groin that the fantasy at least, was not appalling to her. Again however, I stayed silent. 'Do you want to do it for real or do you just think about it?' Now I was in a difficult position if I answered this question in the affirmative then it was hardly something that I could say was said in passion but the truth of the matter was that it was something that I'd always dreamed of. Some men think of fucking two women at the same time, whereas, my particular predilection was to watch my wife fuck somebody else and enjoy it. 'Yes' I replied. This time I sensed her tension. Her hand that still controlled my fingers gripped tighter and then quickly relaxed. Suddenly I thought that I had gone too far. I could feel her looking at me. I just stared at her groin and made no attempt to make eye contact. But she didn't push me away instead she pulled me on top of her and pulled my cock into her burning cunt. In one movement I was buried to the hilt. She had me right where she wanted me in more ways than one as she gripped my buttocks and held me firmly in place deep inside of her. We were face to face and I had no choice but to look into her eyes. No matter how hard I tried to fuck her she just moved with me, depriving me of the orgasm that would get me out of this situation. I could see that she was searching to see whether I meant what I had said as her eyes bored into me. I had to keep turning away trying desperately to hide the truth but in doing so I gave her an answer. Again I felt her tense and then she slowly released the hold on my buttocks. 'Fuck me.' We fucked with a passion her hips bouncing as she sought her own release. Minutes later we were bathed in sweat and then I exploded deep inside of her as she went into spasm as her own climax took over. We clung to each other for a moment and when I rolled off, she just pulled the open dressing gown around her and went to bed. By the time I followed her five minutes later I was grateful that she was already asleep or at least giving a very good imitation of it. For the next week or so we carried on as normal. We fucked twice but nothing was mentioned until the Saturday evening when we went for a meal in a nearby restaurant. Anne had dressed up leaving me in no doubt what was expected when we got home. She was wearing a tight fitting dress that hung low round her tits and the split in the side flashed a huge amount of thigh when she walked. By the time we sat down to eat she'd already drank a bottle of wine and in no time she was running her foot up the inside of my leg. The place was almost empty and we were seated in a corner where the discreet lighting gave us a degree of privacy. Throughout the meal she continued to flirt with me, pulling her chair closer to mine between courses so that she could put her hand on my groin and squeeze my painful cock. As we sat waiting to order desert she pulled my hand under the table and placed it on her naked thigh. She still held my cock as I automatically moved my hand higher until it rested in her groin. The shock when I touched her crotch was almost too much as I squeezed the soaking material. I could feel her swollen lips as my fingers bathed in the oily film that covered them. I had rarely seen her so aroused. 'See what you've done to me' she said. I eased the thin material of her pants to one side and slipped my middle finger into her slit by way of reply. Her next remark however, made me nervous. 'Can you see anyone in here that you would like to watch fucking me then?' Again I sensed her watching me, as she gauged my reaction. In reality there were only 3 or 4 couples in the room and a young waiter. The chances of her actually doing it were non-existent and so I wasn't really sure about her motives especially as the subject hadn't been raised in a week. I really didn't know what to say and she obviously sensed my unease. 'If you are not interested then just say and we will never raise the subject again.' I heard the threat in her voice and I knew well not to ignore it. If I didn't encourage her she would take the rejection as a rebuke and it would never be mentioned again. I couldn't run that risk whatever the consequences. After all she had not dismissed the notion out of hand but by the same token, she had not agreed so I was cautious with my reply. 'Is there anyone that you would fuck?' She was gripping my cock firmly now and I had little doubt that she would be able to feel the healthy twitch caused by her question. Still my answer was relatively non-committal and I hadn't actually said yes. Anne wasn't stupid though and she had no intention of letting me off that easily, whatever her motives. 'We could go somewhere else if you like.' Now she had me. If I said no then the matter was at an end. If I said yes then I was giving a clear indication that I wanted her to fuck someone and my earlier confession was a matter of fact rather than simple fantasy. Suddenly I saw the waiter walking towards the table with the menu and took the opportunity to gather my thoughts. The speed at which we pulled apart made it obvious that we were being indiscreet and I couldn't help notice the smirk on his face as he got to us. Whilst I was in no doubt that this was not the first time he had interrupted two lovers, I bet it was the first time he had interrupted such a conversation. 'Desert Sir, Madam?' offering Anne a menu. She didn't take it however she simply turned to me. 'I'm not sure if my husband wants to stay.' The clever cow had me now. I had to make a decision but in truth I'd already decided. For years it had been a well kept secret and her behaviour was suggestive that she wasn't altogether disgusted by the idea. I called her bluff. 'Just the bill please I said, we're going for a drink' With a quick nod the waiter turned and walked away. 'So you do want me to fuck somebody else!' she accused albeit with a sense of resignation. I was glad that the lights were low but it could not mask all of my embarrassment. 'It just goes to show that we all have a dark side. I never would have guessed.' There was a slight pause. 'If I'm going to do this then perhaps there are a few things I need to know.' 'Like what?' I asked, my heart pounding 'Well why would be a good starting point!' 'I don't know' I replied. 'Aren't you worried that it could hurt us?' 'We love each other' I said not really wanting to get into this. She just looked at me for a while but I could see that she was still confused and a little upset. 'Look' I continued, 'I'm not saying that I don't love you or, that I want to shag around. It's just....' 'What would you do?' 'Would you want to fuck me afterwards?' 'Oh God yes' I replied leaning over and holding her hand as I said it. But she hadn't wanted assurance she was a lot more cunning than that. 'You know I don't like condoms!' It was a statement of fact rather than a reminder. Unwittingly my eyes turned away and she gasped. 'My God, that's part of it!' By now I was ready to run out of the door. The shock in her voice was all too obvious and I thought that she was going to scream at me. Instead she just said what she now knew. 'Jesus, you want to fuck me when I am full of another mans cum.' This time she laughed but I knew that it was caused by bemusement. 'Well it is disgusting, I'll give you that!' 'What else would you have me do I wonder, just how low would you go?' Suddenly she bolted upright, the pun not lost on her and she almost screamed. 'Jesus, you want to lick me clean as well!' 'Fuck, I've heard of people who like that sort of thing, but I would never have thought it of you.' 'You really want this to happen!' She just rolled back in her chair and turned away. I could see her turmoil as she thought about and assessed this latest turn of events. I could have broken it to her gently over a period but she'd manipulated the conversation so well that I it had all happened in an instant. I didn't know what to say and was grateful when the bill arrived. As we got to the car all she said was 'Take me home.' I thought I'd blown it. She'd led me along to get the detail and now she couldn't bear to even look at me. I wanted more than anything to tell her that I was joking but I knew that would be futile. She knew all of the gory details and I feared that this might be a problem that became terminal in terms of our relationship. When we finally pulled onto the drive she got out of the car, and when we walked into the lounge she indicated with a finger that I should sit down. She was standing with her back to me and when she turned there was not the slightest hint of kindness on her face. 'You know that if I do this we cannot go back to the way we were. In all likelihood, I will never be able to look at you in the same way again.' My heart pounded as I imagined that she was going to tell me she was about to leave. 'You, my husband, want me to fuck someone else and have...... sloppy seconds I think they call it.' She almost spat the phrase at me. I couldn't look at her as she again fell silent. For an age she didn't speak but when she did I almost sighed with relief. 'Well it will be on my terms.' She waited for me to say something but I knew better than to challenge her. In any event that was what I wanted. 'I will choose who and when.' Again silence. 'I will also decide whether I want you there!' Shaking her head at the lack of resistance she sat in the chair opposite me and hiked her skirt over her waist pushing her panties to the floor. Her shaven groin glistened in the light and despite the fact that she was confused, the extent of the wetness on her inner thighs belied the fact that the thought of fucking someone else had turned her on. 'I never knew how pathetic you were,' she said laughing. Her words just spurred me on and to show her that I knew my place I dropped to the floor between her legs and dove between her lips to lap and suck at her clit. My face was immediately bathed in the sweetness of her scent as I rammed my tongue deep inside of her. I knew that she was close as she twitched with the sensations that racked through her body, but she hadn't finished with me yet. Grabbing my hair she pulled me up and forced my cock into her cunt. I tensed as I felt my cock slip without obstruction into her warm and silky hole, the walls rippling as my member forced them apart. Wanting to bring her release, I banged in and out of her the moisture from her pussy soaking the hairs on my groin and balls. Whatever she said, the ease with which I entered her and the height of her arousal indicated that the idea at least turned her on and this acceptance rushed me to the point of orgasm. I could feel the pressure in my balls surge and my cock tense but not wanting to leave her frustrated I tried to slow down. Despite the fact that she knew me well enough to know my predicament she grabbed my buttocks and ground her cunt onto my cock. I could sense the pressure build in my groin and within seconds I went into spasm as my climax roared and exploded deep inside of her. My back arched as I twitched and cursed under my breathe with the intensity of my orgasm. For a while I lay motionless on top of her she making no attempt to bring herself to the same conclusion and then I felt her hot breath on my ear as she spoke in a whisper. 'I haven't come yet,' pulling my face up to hers. The message was clear as she smirked and placed her hands on my shoulders and without force pushed me down her body holding my head tight against her skin. 'Let's see if you like your own before we try a real mans cum.' I could now smell the musky aroma of her groin as I reached the top of her stomach. She had taken her hands away by now so that she could she taunt me with the fact that I did it willingly. Despite the fact that I had already cum, the idea was not unappealing and so if for no other reason than to show her how serious I was I drove my mouth against her clit. Her swollen lips were still wide apart and cum oozed from her reddened hole and dropped into the cracks of her arse. The texture and smell of my spunk was unmistakable and as I lapped and tasted the first effusion, incredibly, my cock twitched. I had never before been able to maintain an erection after orgasm never mind regain one moment's later, but as I moved lower towards her dripping slit I could feel it twitch and fill with blood. As I tentatively sucked on the sticky lumps that coated my tongue the twitch was soon replaced by a stiffness I had rarely experienced. I was soon ramming my tongue into her cunt as deep and as far as was possible, curling the tip round the mess that flowed from her and swallowing the heady mixture with passion. Huge dollops of my semen and her cream coated my face and mouth as I licked, sucked and swallowed with an enthusiasm, which she couldn't fail to notice. I could feel her squeezing the walls of her cunt to force every last drop out. The Beginning (This is my first story submitted. It's equal parts reality and fantasy, mixed with a fair bit of lust and shaken up. I really hope you enjoy it, and would love to hear your thoughts and feedback.) * I think it all started in my sophomore year at college. The feelings were there before, but before the beginning of that year I had managed to suppress all those urges and feelings. I guess it really began before all of that when I was a teenager still living at home. My entire life I have been petite, attractive but just petite. I think partially due to that I've always looked much younger than my actual age. I consider it a blessing now and embrace it, but back in school I considered it a curse. It didn't help that my older sister physically was so much different than I was. I'm 5'5" tall and weigh around 110 lbs. I have dark blond hair and blue eyes. My sister has always been taller, (around 5'8" or so), darker hair with bright blue eyes and where I have always had a firm body and considered myself an athlete, my sister had the curves and body that drove the boys wild. She had a full c cup where I began developing my smaller breast later (they are still a b-cup). My entire life I was the cute girl, and my sister was every guys object of lust. I was shy and reserved especially around boys where my sister seemed to be born to flirt and tease and she took every opportunity to enjoy it. I'm not saying that I didn't date or fool around. I tended to date the more reserved guys and when I became sexually active it always seemed awkward and I was never very comfortable with myself. My sister on the other hand went through her boyfriends constantly, and even the boys I dated were attracted to her. She embraced her sexuality and enjoyed it. We were raised by our mother and anytime that my mother was out of town or coming home late she would have guys over. When they were over it was never a mystery what they were up to. Anywhere I was in the house I could hear her and her newest "boyfriend" having sex. She was always so loud, moaning, screaming and begging. Whenever I went through her room (as little sisters tend to do) I would find things like extremely revealing lingerie, sex toys, and even once a sex tape. I think this just made me more reserved since I was still uncomfortable with my own body and sexuality. I think deep down I wanted to be more like my sister, and once I graduated and went away to college, the feelings grew more and more. I wanted guys to lust after me like they did my sister. I wanted to feel free enough to be loud during sex like she was, having no care who might hear her using language that made me blush. In my fantasies I became more like her, and I would whisper out loud, when my room mate was out, the types of things I would say to my next lover. I think like many people not completely comfortable with their desires or at least sharing them I used the internet to help start breaking out of my shell. I would go to chat rooms and with the anonymity of the computer would chat with complete strangers and type the things that I never had the courage to say in real life. I relished the feeling of being this "young slut" for these men, and had some of the most amazing orgasms reading what they would do to me. When I started I would describe myself to these strangers using my sisters look as a model for them. Gradually I started to use what I really looked like when describing myself, (which was a huge thrill for me), and learned that there were plenty of guys that thought my petite body and my pixie baby face were attractive and sexy to them. I would never take it further than just chatting however. I wasn't ready to take that next step. I never met anyone that I chatted with online, and any pictures that I would send to them would only be of what I felt as safe. I never sent pictures of my face, but sometimes would send a picture of my stomach (which I've always been proud of) and when I felt particularly daring, a picture of my ass, (with panties on of course). That summer when I returned home I reverted to my shy self, but I think I had already started to change. I was starting to feel more comfortable with myself, and for the first time in my life I started buying clothes that would show off more of my body and I started noticing the looks from guys. When I went back to school that following fall, I went back a happier (and hornier) girl. (My sister you ask? That summer I think she started to change as well. She was dating a really great guy and seemed to be settling down a little). That fall I started up my online antics. I even posted on some free adult personal boards. In them I would describe how "I wanted to be fucked. To be a complete slut, and worship your cock. Please send pictures of yourself and your cock." I didn't post them with any real intention of acting on any responses, but the act of doing it and reading the responses I got were the source of so many masturbation sessions. On a couple of occasions I even had some email exchanges with the men, but I would always simply stop after a point and just ignore them. I started realizing around this time that it was older men that I was really attracted to. As I chatted with more guys I found that there were so many guys out there that loved the idea of fucking a someone that was so much younger than they were. The fact that I looked young was a turn on to them, and I played up to the roles they had so many fantasies about. I started dressing more provocatively, and when out about in town I would often give "accidental" peeks to some of the older men I saw. My favorite targets were men that were out with wives. If I caught them stealing looks at me over their wife's shoulder, I would reward them with a flash of my panties. I can't count how many times I left a restaurant with my left over meal because I was getting so turned on that I lost my appetite. Pleated skirts and short denim skirts were continuously added to my wardrobe with just this purpose in mind. We got a short fall break that year and so I went home to relax and see my family. The Saturday night after I got home I was asked to babysit for my next door neighbors. Their ordinary baby sitter had called them at the last minute and had to cancel. It was the wife, Lori, who had stopped by and begged me to help them out. There was some sort of work function that both her and her husband Pete couldn't miss. I knew their kids fairly well, but they weren't the reason I agreed to do it. I didn't tell Lori, but it was her husband Pete that had me excited to come over. Pete was well known by my friends, my sister and I as a "dirty old man". When I was younger and my mom would be out of town, he would often stop by our house if we were having people over to "check up on us" since he had promised our mother. We all knew that he just used it as an excuse to come over and try and flirt with us and our friends. He would give us lingering hugs, brushing up against us and always make bad jokes. When I was younger it creeped me out, (my sister seemed to enjoy the attention and seemed to enjoy teasing him), but now the thought of taking over my sister's role of teasing him made me wet. When I went over that night I wore what had become my tease outfit. I short pleated skirt and a sweater. Innocent enough but when used right seemed to drive guys crazy. I wasn't disappointed with the reaction I got from Pete when I came over. While Lori was going over the list of phone numbers and the schedule for the kids, I felt his eyes all over me. I nodded and tried to listen but all I could think about was whether I was turning Pete on. I won't bore you with the details of baby-sitting. The games we played or anything like that. But I will tell you that I couldn't wait until Pete and Lori got home. I wanted to push things a little that night. At some point I must have dozed off on the couch. I woke up when I noticed the headlights pulling in to the driveway. I peeked out the window to see Lori and Pete getting out of a taxi. Interesting I thought, they are probably both too drunk to drive themselves home. When they came in it was immediately apparent that I was right. Lori was barely walking being supported by Pete. I greeted them and let them know the children were both asleep and had behaved like angels. Lori was happy but excused herself saying she wasn't feeling well and had to lay down. Pete let me know that he would be right back and helped her off to bed. I waited patiently on the couch and my heart started pounding when I saw him come down the stairs. Pete was a big man. He was around 6' 2" tall, sandy blonde hair, really blue eyes. He wasn't what anyone would consider a great looking guy. He was a heavy guy, (I won't even venture a guess how much he weighs), and had a ruddy complexion, but at that moment I wanted him to want me. He sat next to me and started counting out some cash. His eyes were more focused on how high my skirt and ridden up though, and that sent a surge of adrenaline through my body. "So how was your event?", I asked. I'm not even sure what he said at that point, I was too busy watching his body language and his eyes. He kept leaning closer to me, and his eyes were drinking in my body, and I loved every second of it. When he put his hand on my calf I felt like every nerve in my body was alive. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and his hand was slightly trembling on my leg. When he asked me if I had a boyfriend I decided to turn things up a notch. I laid my hand over his and told him no, and that it was because I hadn't found a man yet that could keep up with me. I leaned in a bit as I told him and shifted my leg. I knew that my skirt had ridden up high enough to give him a good view of my panties, and his eyes didn't let me down. His hand didn't let me down either and he slid it up to just behind my knee. He asked me what it was they had a hard time keeping up with, because he was having no problem being up with me. (I can't remember if that was exactly how he said it, but you get the general idea, it was a tacky statement somewhere along those lines). I didn't really care at that point, I just took it as my cue to act finally. I would love to share the details with you of exactly how it progressed. To tell you step by step what happened, where his hands moved, my feelings and reaction to each new stimulus. But to be honest my brain seems to shut down on details. I do know that we started kissing, and his hands were all over my body, clutching and grabbing. His kisses were forceful, his tongue demanding. His hands were strong and rough, and when his fingers pushed aside my panties to play with my pussy, they weren't gentle, and I loved every second of it. I moaned for him, letting him know that I was his little slut to use. I wanted to scream and be loud, pornographically so. He clamped his hand over my mouth though telling me to keep it down. He left it there as he undid his pants and pulled his cock out, I spread my legs for his as wide as I could, wanting him to see me as wanting it as bad as he did. When he pressed his weight on my body and I felt his head at my pussy I was already ecstatic. Without any hesitation on his part he worked the fat head inside of me, and with one forceful push of his hips I felt impaled. His cock was so fat, so heavy, bordering on painful, and I loved it. We did not make love. He fucked me. Breathing heavy on my neck, sometimes biting, sometimes telling me how good I felt, and how he always new that I was a slut. It was the words he growled that I loved the most and I felt more alive and had more orgasms than I had ever had before. His heavy hand was a reminder to stay quiet, but I let him know that I loved it, moving my hips for him, whimpering in lust and ecstasy. I don't know how long he fucked me like that, but his heavy body and cock continued used my body for what felt like forever. When he pulled his cock out it was so sudden, my sudden emptiness shocked me from my orgasmic haze. He grabbed my hair as my mouth was suddenly free and brought his fat cock up to my face and pushed it between my lips. I was happy to show him that I wasn't just pretending and started sucking his cock like I would die without it. It stretched my mouth open so wide and he pushed it in to the back of my throat. I felt my gag reflex kick in and tried to relax. His hand gripped my hair so tight and I was rewarded with his thick cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed it all for him, and even when he was spent I continued to suck, loving the sounds of his ragged breath, tasting and smelling our mixture of wetness. I'm pretty sure we didn't share any words when I finally let go of his spent cock. I know that I had a smile that wouldn't go away. I'm pretty sure I skipped home that night replaying it in my mind, wondering what types of things I could try next. The Beginning Cheryl is my best friend. I love her dearly. I depend on her and trust her and would do anything for her. I share everything with her. My hopes and dreams. My Fears. My triumphs and tragedies. I even share my husband... We started our little "situation" a few years ago. It all started over dinner and a couple bottles of wine. Cheryl had been telling us how she was having a hard time finding any good men. "Everyone I meet is a creep!" she said. "Or immature and looking for a mommy!" Cheryl is an independent, successful lady, 38 years old, and living on her own. "The worst part is, I find myself starting to want to take one of these guys home, just so I can get some relief. I'm so horny!!! Vibrators are great, but there's nothing like the real thing!" Dan was a little surprised at Cheryl's comments, and she apologized quickly, "Sorry Dan, the wine is making my tongue loose." "It's ok Cheryl, I know all the bad words, I was just surprised with your candor, I've never seen this side of you!" he replied. And that was how it started.... After Cheryl left, I asked Dan if he thought we should ask Cheryl to join us for some "adult fun". We had been considering a threesome for a while, and I knew and trusted Cheryl. (To be honest, I was the one "considering", Dan was all for it.) Dan told me "If you think you would be ok with it, I'm ok with it." I told him I would be, and why wouldn't I. Cheryl wasn't what you would call gorgeous, but she was very good looking and had loads of sex appeal. She oozed it. She wasn't too tall, about 5' 8". A bit taller then average for a woman with a slim build and long legs. Long black hair cut fashionably, just past her shoulders. A nice contrast to my dirty blonde shag cut. Cheryl had a really nice ass, and small but perky tits that suited her body shape. A good handful...and firm. I had seen them previously at the gym and had admired them from afar. I was ready to admire them from a-near!! As I said, I am a dirty blonde (really dirty as it turns out!!) I have large breasts with long nipples that really stick out when I'm excited. I keep my pussy trimmed close with a bit of a "landing strip" at the top, and my butt is in great shape from regular exercise. Dan is a good-looking man, muscular. He's a little thicker around the middle then he used to be, but he is definitely not fat. He's got dark brown hair and dark bedroom eyes. He's got a nice cock, about 8" and nice and thick. He also has a bit of a kinky side. It was one of the things that attracted us to each other and made our sex life so great. There wasn't much we wouldn't go for, within reason. Nothing too weird, but at the same time, I wouldn't go telling everyone my secrets. And we do have plenty of secrets. Once we had decided we would invite Cheryl into our bedroom, I was very excited and was hoping she would agree. Just thinking about had my pussy dripping. Dan and I had great sex that night. Quick! But still great. I think he was excited too. I had dabbled a bit with women during college, but nothing too serious...heavy petting mostly, and once a girl went down on me. I loved it but was afraid to let myself go. Since I trusted both Dan and Cheryl, I was a lot more willing to go the whole way. The next weekend, Cheryl had come over early in the afternoon, and Dan was out playing golf. I thought this would be the perfect time to ask her. We were sitting out on the deck, enjoying the warm day and Cheryl was telling me another horror story about some letch she met out at a club. (Why do guys think they are so interesting when they are drunk?) "I just wish I could meet someone like Dan!" she said. I saw this as a good opportunity to see what Cheryl thought of the joining us for some fun. "Well, Cheryl" I said, "Dan and I were wondering if, um, you might, uh, well..." "Have a threesome with you?" asked Cheryl. "Yeah, that!" I replied. And we both laughed. Once we settled down a bit, Cheryl told me that the thought had crossed her mind too, but she didn't know if I would be into it. "We've never done it before" I said, "But we've been thinking about it for a while, and I wanted it to be you, since I trust you so well. Have you ever done this type of thing before?" "Well, yeah" Cheryl said, "I did it a few times with one of my exes. I love it. I was hoping you were going to ask to be honest." I warned Cheryl that Dan and I can get a little kinky sometimes, and she seemed intrigued and excited. What I didn't know was that she was as kinky, or maybe even kinkier. Just then Dan got home. I looked up at Dan with a big smile on my face, but wasn't sure what to say. Cheryl had an answer for that. "Hey Dan. Lynda is trying to seduce me. What should I do?" "Kiss her!" he said quickly. With that, Cheryl leaned over and offered her lips to me. I leaned in and put my lips to hers and felt a sudden charge of electricity run up my spine. This was going to be fun!! I felt Cheryl open her mouth and I did the same. Her tongue slipped between my lips. She tasted wonderful. We broke off our kiss and decided we should go inside. We headed for the living room, since it was the biggest room in the house. I sat on the couch and pulled Cheryl to me. We kissed again, only this time with more passion. We were breathing heavy and pushing our tongues against each other. I grabbed Cheryl's shirt and pulled it over her head. I saw Dan sitting in one of our armchairs and asked him to join us. "Not right now." He said. "Why don't you two get used to each other. I'm enjoying the show!" This was fine with us; we were enjoying the show too. I turned my attention back towards Cheryl and we pressed our lips together again. Cheryl reached up and cupped my breasts and could feel my hard nipples from beneath my shirt. She said, "Why don't we get that shirt off so I can see those great boobs of yours?" I was only too willing to do as requested. I removed my shirt, and undid my bra. Cheryl cupped my now bare breasts and remarked, "You know, I always thought you had the hottest tits!" "Well, maybe you should suck on them and see how hot they really are!" I replied. As Cheryl lowered her head, she stuck out her tongue and slowly played with my left nipple. She rolled her tongue around the nipple and I felt goosebumps on my arms. "That is so sexy" I remarked. I could feel my pussy getting wet and hoped it wouldn't be long before that got the same treatment. Cheryl moved from one side of my chest to the other, not moving too fast, but still helping to move things along. I closed my eyes and relaxed my head, enjoying the sensation of having another women sucking my tits. After a minute or two, Cheryl raised her head. She could see how much I was enjoying it. She reached her arms behind her back to release her bra and said, "You can't have all the fun, I want some too!!" She grabbed her boob with her right hand and directed her nipple to my mouth. From what I had seen before, Cheryl's nipples had large areola, but these had tightened up as her nipples got hard and were about the size of a silver dollar. "Mmmmm, " I moaned as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. She replied back the same. Cheryl shifted her weight and pressed her other boob to my lips as she reached an arm behind her back and started to rub my pussy through my jeans. This was too much. I needed to feel her touch on my bare skin. We adjusted our position and I stood up so I could take my jeans off. I looked at Dan and he had removed his shirt and was obviously enjoying the show. I walked over in front of Dan and unbuttoned my jeans in front of him. Turned around, bent over and slowly pulled my jeans to the floor. I turned back to him and pushed him back in his chair. I leaned in and gave him a quick, seductive kiss. Before turning back to Cheryl, I patted his crotch and said "I hope that thing has lots of energy, it's going to get quite a work out!!" "Don't worry," he replied, "I'm ready to go all night if need be!" I turned back to Cheryl who had slipped out of her skirt and panties and was reclining back on the couch, legs thrown open, rubbing her clit. She kept her beaver well trimmed, but had a nice short patch of hair above her lips. I kneeled in front of her and started kissing the insides of her thighs, making my way up towards her slit. I had never gone down on a woman before and was a little unsure of myself. I stuck out my tongue and started to lick her lips and clit. At my first touch, Cheryl moaned and pushed her pussy towards my mouth. I gave a few more licks and then focused on her clit. I sucked it into my mouth and flicked the end of tongue against it. I looked up and Cheryl was pushing her breasts together and had closed her eyes. I continued working her clit and reached up to insert a finger into her now very wet vagina. I positioned my hand palm up and slowly slid my middle finger into her cunt. I hooked my finger and started to massage her g-spot, just as Dan does for me. Cheryl reacted quickly. She began pumping her pelvis towards my hand, trying to match my rhythm. She was moaning loudly and was telling me "Don't stop Lynda, that is, keep it there, you're going to make me cum!" I did as I was told and kept fingering her wet cunt while sucking her engorged clit. After about a minute, Cheryl began repeating, "Yes, yes, yes..." and then bucked so hard that my mouth came away from her sweet box. Only to be met with a blast of pussy juice gushing from Cheryl's twat. I opened my mouth to receive her squirt. Dan had made me squirt a couple of times before and I was hoping that I could get Cheryl to do the same. Four or five blasts came from her and soaked my face. I tasted her salty liquid, and then leaned up to kiss her on the mouth to share it with her. She kissed me back hard, grabbing my head and keeping me there for a long kiss. "Now it's my turn." Cheryl said and quickly re-positioned us so that I was lying on the floor. She grabbed a pillow off the couch and put it under my ass, to raise my pussy up. She slid off my thong and asked if I was ready. I responded by grabbing her head and pulling it to my soaked pussy. She started licking my lips with slow strokes of her tongue, starting just above my taint and working up to my clit. As she was doing this, I noticed Dan had stood up and removed the rest of his clothes. He moved to my side and leaned over so he could kiss my boobs. As he sucked one nipple into his mouth, his hand reached over to the other one to give it a gentle massage. His fingers brushed over my nipple, sending waves of pleasure through me. I reached over and grabbed his hard cock and started stroking him off. He grunted a quick moan and started matching my pumping hand with thrusts of his own. As we were doing this, Cheryl had started to focus on my clit. She was running her tongue in circles, occasionally flicking it up against my clit. Teasing me, making me ache for more. She lifted her head and remarked, "Lynda, your soaked! Is it something I'm doing?" "Yes!!" I replied, "Keep doing it!" With this, Dan straddled my chest, placing his thick cock between my tits. I squeezed them together and he started thrusting back and forth. As his dick would appear at the top of my tits, I would flick my tongue out to graze the purple head. This made Dan slow down a bit and eventually I had his whole dick in my mouth. We switched positions again, and now Dan was on the couch. I was between his legs and Cheryl was beneath me, still licking and teasing me with her tongue. Dan just loves my blowjobs, and I was determined to make this one better then most. I started by taking his penis firmly in my hand and swirling my tongue around the head to get it nice and moist. Then I lowered my head, taking it as far into my throat as possible. As I got to the base of his dick, I stuck out my tongue to give his balls a little lick. A pretty tough move I can assure you as I had his dick poking me in the throat, threatening to activate my gag reflex. But after hearing Dan groan, I new it was worth it. "Holy shit, that's feels great baby!" he said. I held my head where it was for a second, and then released. As I lifted my mouth away from his cock, strands of saliva connected his prick to my mouth, as these broke and dripped down onto his balls I stroked him a few times. Everything was nice and wet now. I continued jacking him off and sucked one of his nuts into my open mouth. You could hear the squishing sounds of my spit on his cock. Right about this time I felt my own orgasm building deep in the walls of my cunt. I could tell it was going to be a big one. As much as I wanted to keep sucking Dan off, I needed to take a break for a second. I concentrated on Cheryl's tongue, which was now buried deep in my vagina. She was wiggling it around, and as she did, I could feel her nose on my clit, "Don't stop Cheryl, I'm going to cum!" I told her. She didn't change a thing she was doing and the first of three big waves coursed through my body. As the orgasm tore through me, a fine sweat broke out on my body. What a workout! As I returned to reality, I saw Dan's still hard cock in front of me and stuffed it back into my mouth. I started sucking him off hard and fast. As I was doing this, Cheryl joined me and started sucking Dan's balls. He moaned his appreciation and we kept at it. We took turns alternately sucking his dick and balls. Cheryl was great at deep-throating and would keep Dan's dick buried in her throat for long periods, her throat muscles pulsing on the head of his cock. As she did this, I pushed Dan's legs back, and started to rim his asshole. (Dan loves to have his ass licked. But then, who doesn't??) This proved to be his breaking point and Dan started to cum. As he spurted his hot load into Cheryl's mouth, he was making more noise then I had heard him make before. "Uhh, fuck, yeah. Oh fuck." Once he was finished cumming, Cheryl lifted her head and turned to me. She grabbed my face with her hands and moved to kiss me. I opened my mouth to receive her tongue, but what I got instead was Dan's sperm. She spit it into my mouth then said, "Swallow it! Eat your husbands cum!" I did swallow it, but her dirty talk made me horny all over again. "Let's fuck!! I said, after swallowing Dan's thick load. I had Dan lie on the floor and I mounted him. Then I had Cheryl sit on his face so he could eat her out. I wasn't really sure how I was going to react to seeing Dan with another woman, but it was a real turn on. I loved seeing him so excited. As Dan had just had an orgasm, I rode him slowly, allowing him to build up his energy again. Cheryl was astride Dan's face. She had one foot on the ground, while kneeling with the other leg. This gave Dan great access to her pussy, as well gave me a great view of the action. Cheryl reached down and pulled open her lips, giving Dan greater access to the inside of her. It wasn't long before she was breathing heavy and panting. She started to rock back and forth and was soon riding Dan's face hard. "Oh yes, fuck yes Dan, eat that pussy!" I could see that Cheryl was close to cumming, so I reached around her and started playing with her ass. I quickly shoved one, and then two fingers in her ass. This did the trick as she sort of froze and started to twitch. She had a few mini convulsions and then fell to the side of us. While Cheryl was recovering, Dan and I took a moment to enjoy each other. Dan whispered a sweet thank you in my ear, and told me how sexy I was. I told him that I was getting off on him and Cheryl too. With that, Dan decided to change positions. He got up off the floor and positioned himself on the couch so that his ass was thrust forward on the edge of the cushions. I straddled him and drove his hard fuck stick up into my soaking beaver. We started to get a good rhythm going when Cheryl decided to re-join the action. As I was fucking Dan, Cheryl got in behind us and started sucking Dan's balls. He closed his eyes and started to moan. Then Cheryl started to lick my ass. I could feel her tongue probing in between my cheeks and slipping into my little rosebud. She pushed it in as far as it would go and it felt incredible. She soon replaced her tongue, with one, then two fingers. It felt great. Then, just to out-do me, she slipped a third one in as well. I was feeling quite full, as I was still impaled on Dan's dick. I was adjusting to the sensation when Dan said, 'I can feel her fingers on my dick through your asswall." This made Cheryl wriggle them around more, rubbing his shaft from inside me. Cheryl said, "If you like that Dan, How do you feel about this?" I looked back, but I could not see what was happening. Suddenly, Dan started thrusting harder and said, "Oh yeah, fuck Cheryl, that's good." Cheryl replied, "Oh yeah? You like that Dan? You like having my thumb up your ass?" I was shocked. In all of our adventures, I had never penetrated Dan's ass, I had no idea he was into that kind of thing. But he liked it quite a bit. (I found out later it was the first time!) "How do you like two fingers in there Danny-boy?" Cheryl said. She was now reaming both our asses while we fucked. I felt my own orgasm start to build and was sure Dan was getting close as well. I started to buck down hard as he was thrusting up into my pussy with hard jabs of his cock. "Oh yeah, I'm going to cum" he said. Dan started to grunt in the way he always does just before he blows his load, and that triggered my own orgasm. A sudden wave of pleasure caused me to arch my back and throw my head back. I let out a loud moan as I did this and I felt Dan's sperm fill my cunt, He pumped about ten or twelve more times and then stopped. I stopped as well, enjoying the "afterglow", but Cheryl, who was lying on the floor, had another idea. " "Roll off of him and straddle my face...I want to eat his cum out of your pussy." She said. I couldn't believe how dirty Cheryl was, but I loved it. I did as she said and straddled her face. I lowered my box to her mouth and I felt Dan's cum running out of me. She licked up every last drop. As I moved away from her, I could see she had a drop on her chin, but she made sure to get it too, scooping it up into her mouth before it went to waste. After that, we were all exhausted and decided to call it a night. We all fell asleep together in our king size bed, with me between my two best friends and lovers. We all agreed, we'd be doing this again...and soon!! The Beginning "I did it," I thought as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the sodas. I'd been teasing my Dad for sometime now, since I'd turned 18, and tonight I had finally gotten very bold with it. I wasn't wearing panties under my short denim skirt and tonight was movie night for us when I got down on all fours to put the movie in I know he had a clear view of my exposed slit. It'd made me so wet and I now stood in the kitchen rubbing my thighs together. I hoped he would finally take me like the little slut I wanted to be for him. "Here you go, Daddy." "Thanks sweetie," he said. Dad pulled the popcorn on to his lap and patted the sit next to him on the couch. I settled down and cuddled into him as he pressed play on the movie. I wasn't paying much attention and was instead looking at my Dad. The next thing I hear is soft moaning; I turn and stare at the screen. There is a young girl lying on a very child-like bed as an older man's head is buried between her thighs. "Daddy! What is this," I asked. "Well you're eighteen now and I think before you go off to school you should know what you might see there." I gasped as the girl began to tense and watched as she came all over the man's face. The man then stood up, he pressed her legs up by her head in a wide split and rubbed his cock up and down her slit (I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning) before slowly sinking into her. He fucked the tiny blond girl slowly and gently. She whimpered and moaned and I began sucking on my straw, swallowing my soda. "Are you okay," Daddy asked me. I nodded and looked at my Daddy. I could hear the noise of the two people fucking getting louder and louder. I heard the girl begin to say something and then heard her moaning, "Daddy, Daddy please I want you to make me cum." I gasped and dropped my soda. It spilled all over. I started shaking and headed towards the kitchen to start get stuff to clean everything up. I felt my Daddy come up behind me, "I'll clean it up. I want you to go to your room." His hands caressed my arms briefly as he steered me towards the stairs. I climbed numbly up them and headed towards my room; I sat on my bed and waited knowing I was in trouble. I'd pushed my Dad too far and was now going to be punished. I sat there and waited. I could hear him cleaning up my mess and then coming up the stairs. I heard him stop at my bedroom door. He knocked and I told him he could come in. He stood in front of me, and I looked at his feet. "Look at me." I lifted my head and then my eyes. "You know you're in trouble." "Yes, Daddy." "Why are you in trouble?" I shrugged my shoulders indicating that I didn't know. "I think you do know. Do you think that good girls parade their bodies around in front of their Dads?" I shook my head no. "Say it out loud." "No, good girls don't parade their bodies in front of their Daddy's." "So, that makes you a teasing slut; doesn't it?" "Yes, Daddy." "Stand up, turn around and face your bed." I followed my instructions, knowing a spanking was coming. I was happy I had slipped underwear on so he wouldn't be spanking my bare ass. "Bend over." I did. "Now what are these? You didn't need them a minute ago," my Dad said. I felt him grip them and begin to pull them down, "Part your thighs so I can take them off." I followed his instructions, I could feel his breath on my soaked pussy and thought momentarily I could feel his tongue touch me. I stepped carefully out of my panties as my I saw my father's hands reach the floor. I waited. I heard the whoosh of air and then felt the stinging sensation of my Dad's palm on my ass. I gasped and my knees buckled slightly, the force of the blow startling me, but I could tell it wasn't a typical spanking designed by parents to teach naughty children to be good. "Stand up." I bravely pushed myself back up. I felt the slap of the second blow. "Yes, Daddy I understand," I sobbed. I felt a third blow and then felt my Daddy's fingers teasing my pussy. I whimpered and tried to push myself onto my Daddy's fingers. Instead I felt him pull away and felt a fourth slap across my ass. Again I felt his fingers teasing me. I felt him pinching my clit and gently probing inside me. Again I pressed back seeking to get his fingers farther inside me. Again my movements were rewarded with a slap. "We're going to play by my rules now. You are not to move until I say, and you're not to cum until I tell you. You will answer all my questions and do exactly what I say. Your body belongs to me, just as you've been offering it. Do you understand?" "Yes Daddy I understand." "Keep your head facing forward, but stand up and take off everything you have on." As I was doing this my Dad continues to instruct me. "When you're done. Turn around and kneel on the floor with your legs parted and your hands at your side." I now kneeled in front of my father, his hard cock in front of me. I licked my lips. "You want it don't you?" I nodded and my Dad took a step backward. I moved slightly forward following him across the floor and he took another step backward. " I can see my little slut needs to be reminded of some things." He walked forward and then quickly behind me. I was shoved into the carpeting and my hair was pulled causing my back to arch my back and shoving my ass high into the air and exposing my sex to Daddy. "You will repeat the rules after me. Understand?" I nodded as much as he would allow. His fingers began dancing along my slit and teasing me. "Rule number one, I will verbally answer all questions," Daddy said as he took his hand away. I repeated his rule and felt something very thick probing my virgin entrance. I whimpered as I realized my Daddy was going to fuck me with his huge cock. "I will follow all directions and do exactly as I am told." I repeated and felt him enter me, just the head. "Such a good slut. But remember you're not to cum until I say." My Dad's cock was buried deep inside of me. I didn't respond and my hair was pulled hard, lifting my up so that just my fingers touched the carpeting. "I won't cum unless my Daddy tells me," I whimpered. "Good girl," Daddy said as he began to move slowly inside me. I pant and groan my body unused to such activity. I know my Daddy is being gentle as it is my first time. But I don't want him to be. I want him moving inside me forcing me to submit to his will. I whimper softly focusing on the sensations he is creating in me. I miss his next rule and he pulls out. He spanks me again, and repeats the rule again. "I will listen only to what my Daddy says." I repeat the statement, and then begin to beg him to fuck me again. Instead of answering my plea he pulls on my hair harder. "Have you been good enough to deserve it," he asks. I try to nod and he bites me. I groan as it makes me wetter. "I'm sorry Daddy, I mean yes Daddy I think I've been good enough." "Good enough for what?" "Good enough for you," I begin and then slip into the typical spoiled 18 year girl my Daddy has known, "Please Daddy, Please," I whine. He slides back inside me and instead of zoning out I keep listening as my Daddy gives me a few more rules: I will not resort to the whiney brat I've been. If I want something I will ask for it directly. I will be punished for breaking these rules, and I will graciously accept my punishments. My Daddy fucks me slowly driving me insane. "Daddy please fuck me harder," I ask. Daddy smacks me hard across the ass and yanks on my hair, "Whose in charge?" "You are Daddy," I answer. "That's right. I'll fuck you anyway I want to and you'll like it." My Daddy flipped me over onto my back and pressed my legs in a wide split like the Daddy in the porn had done and began moving slowly in and out of me. My hands reached up and began playing with my nipples, pinching and tugging on them. I closed my eyes and arched into him. I whimpered softly as Daddy continued to fuck me slowly. While I'm like this Daddy suddenly pulls his entire length from my body and then slams it back inside me. I open my eyes slightly shocked but he does it again. It's done slowly and deliberately which still slightly annoys me. I look at him as he fucks me continuing to play with my breast. He watches me and smiles. "Play with your clit, Slut," he commands. I suddenly become very shy; I shake my head no and bite my lower lip. Daddy's smile becomes almost a sneer. He pulls out and stands up to leave. "Daddy," I call. "You know the rules, this is your punishment." I panic as he heads out the door of my room I roll over and begin crawling after him, hurriedly so everything bounces and jiggles. "Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm doing it," I say as I enter the hall way. I flip over onto my back, and spread my legs wide. I begin drawing little circles around my clit. I flick it and pinch it. I'd closed my eyes as I stated and hoped Daddy was watching. "Open your eyes," he commanded and I did immediately, "Good girl, now remember don't cum unless I say." I nodded vigorously. My Dad knelt between my thighs and watched me. I continued to work my clit with my nimble fingers as I watched my Daddy. I would do it fast and slow based on how close I felt to cumming, but Daddy still wasn't fucking me. Suddenly he got up and turned, "I'm going to my room," he said. I groaned, "Daddy, no please don't leave me. I want your cock back inside my pussy, please." "Get up, Slut." I scrambled to my feet and stood there. Daddy walked over to me and began stroking my skin. My pussy was on fire from my teasing. Daddy pressed me into the wall, and took both my hands into one of his and pressed them high above my head. He smiled just before his lips made contact with my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed myself against him. He pulled a little away from me and I whined and then tightened my thighs to keep him close. He bit me and shoved me away from him. "I am in control. I was simply attempting to give you what you wanted. Greedy little Slut," he growled and tightened his grip on my hands. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I whispered and hung my head, "I'm just so excited I've wanted you inside me for so long. Fucking me; making me your slut." I was becoming wetter as I confessed to my Daddy my dirty fantasy. I told him I was willing to do anything to be his, anything to have him inside me. My head has been down and tears seeping out of my eyes. Daddy tips my head back and kisses them slowly away. "Go to my room," he commands me after he's done. I whimper but head slowly down the hall. To be continued... The Beginning This story is dedicated to Mo, my inspiration and driving force in beginning to write again. It's been quite some time since my last submission, so please, leave feedback, good or bad. *************************** It amazes me that I enjoyed my own death as much as I did. I expected to die of old age, asleep in my bed. However, much to my delight and surprise, I died much younger. At only 26 years of age, my life was given freely in an unbelievable moment of passion. * * * * * * * * * * * * * I was working as a waitress at the local hot spot, a bar named Giovanni's. The customers were upscale, usually childless, and driving late-model BMW's. The tips were great, and since I had some leeway with the uniform, the occasional grope of my posterior was expected, but not unwelcome. Besides, allowing that random fondle usually resulted in a much larger tip. Now, I consider myself fairly attractive, and as such, when working, did my best to highlight my considerable.....um.....assets. At five foot six and a svelte one fifteen, I have curves in all the right places. High, firm breasts above a narrow waist, gently rounded hips and a tight ass that Jennifer Lopez would kill for. I kept my dark hair cut flatteringly short in a pixie cut, and my huge green eyes, full lips and pert nose added to the mischief of my face. Our uniform at Giovanni's was supposed to be all black. Anything, so long as it was black. You can imagine the liberties I took! I wore a short, tight skirt, a low-cut fitted cashmere sweater, thigh-high sheer stockings and sexy heels. Anytime I bent over, the tops of my thigh-highs would flash, baring that brief bit of skin between them and my ass. My tips were largest on the nights I dressed like this. Most of my shift was uneventful in that the bulk of my customers were the happy hour sort; stopping in to slam back a couple beers before heading home or back to the office. My regulars earned genuine smiles and extra attention, but one customer in particular drew my interest, though at the time my attraction to him was unusual. He was sitting alone in a shadowed corner booth near the kitchen. Tall, from the looks of his long legs encased in supple black leather, strikingly gorgeous with longish dark hair and deep blue eyes, and well built as evidenced by nicely toned arms in a tight black t-shirt. His lips were quirked in a deliciously dangerous smile and I couldn't help the rush of liquid heat to my center as I sauntered over to take his order. What will it be?" I murmured quietly. His smile widened and for a moment I could have sworn he was going to hit on me. "Rum and coke." Short, sweet and to the point. He smiled again as I nodded and turned away, feeling a little disappointed. Normally, I appreciate the rare, true gentleman who orders, drinks, tips generously and leaves, but I wanted this one to touch me. In fact, I craved it. I flushed, feeling flustered as I headed back to the bar to fill his order. What the hell was wrong with me? I didn't know this man, wasn't sure I wanted to, but I yearned to feel his hands on me. As I carried his drink to his table, I tried unsuccessfully to keep my eyes off his. But they seemed to draw me with an unexpected heat and he chuckled melodiously as he sensed my inner turmoil. I set his order down with more force that necessary in my confusion and when I turned to walk away, I felt cool, strong fingers wrap around my wrist. Delicious sensations rose from the pressure he gently exerted. "Eliza," he mused. "A lovely name." Startled, I jerked my hand away from his and Steve, our bartender, made a questioning gesture, silently asking if I needed help. I mouthed "no" and turned back to the stranger. "How do you know my name?" I demanded, fear making my voice harsh. "Your skin sings it to me." he stated seriously, as though I would know exactly what he meant. Letting out a short bark of rather hysterical laughter, I winked at him uncomfortably and moved away. Bewildered, I turned to greet my next table and when I glanced back, he was gone. Blinking in astonishment at his rapid exit, I cleared his glass, noting the one hundred dollar bill and the heavy linen business card with a gold-embossed address. Fingering the card lightly, I felt another wave of heat as the scent of Obsession engulfed me. "How odd," I muttered and proceeded to attempt to forget him as I finished my shift. * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Night, Steve!" I called as I made my way out the side door after closing. Feet and back aching in protest of my long shift, I made my way to my Vibe, almost groaning in relief as I slipped inside and kicked my heels off. It only took me a moment to realize something wasn't right. My entire car smelled of Obsession, heading and intoxicating. I spun around, expecting to see the man from the bar, but instead found only another business card, and one lone ghost orchid. Heart pounding, I held the card for a moment, staring at the address in wonder. Then with a derisive snort, I tore it in two, tossed the pieces out the window, and headed home, trying desperately to dismiss him from my thoughts. Little did I know how very difficult that would prove to be. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Over the course of the next week, I dreamt of him, smelled his cologne and thought I saw glimpses of him everywhere. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't breathe without thinking about him. I saw his face in the mirror, imagined I heard his voice whenever someone phoned. I felt like I was slowly going insane for wanting him. Every time I got in my car, I was greeted with a ghost orchid and another card with an address I was rapidly becoming quite familiar with. It never occurred to me to wonder how he was getting into my vehicle, so deep was my infatuation with him. Still, I did my best to ignore all this until one night, several days later, Steve called me to the bar in exasperation. It was a slow night, but I was already exhausted as I slumped onto a stool in front of him. "Go home, El." he said bluntly. "You're no good to me tonight. You're obviously tired, you've botched six order and customers are starting to complain. Get some sleep, see someone if you have to, and we'll talk tomorrow night." I started to protest until I saw the genuine concern etched onto Steve's face and realized he was right. I nodded glumly, punched out, and headed to my car and the now welcome and familiar scent of Obsession and orchids. Tonight, however, the card read something different. Perhaps he knew somehow that I had the address memorized, perhaps he was just cocky, but it read: "Curious, aren't you, Eliza?" I could almost hear his laughter, deep and satisfied as I sighed. "Curiosity killed the cat," I reminded myself forcefully as I started the car. But somehow, I didn't care. * * * * * * * * * * * * * An hour and three "helpful" gas station attendants later I was parked in front of a very large house in a very pricey neighborhood. No lights showed from inside, but the moment my feet touched the front porch, the foyer lit up brilliantly, almost blindingly, and then the door swung open and he stood there, more handsome than before. A look of joy lit his countenance, and I couldn't help but smile back even though my heart pounded like a wild thing in my chest. He beckoned me inside and it was if my feet moved of their own volition as I stepped over the threshold. We stood there, frozen, staring at one another hungrily, and I flushed as he reached to cup my face in his hands. And then I was kissing him, my hand pressing urgently against his back, his tongue tangling wildly with mine and my mind trying valiantly of comprehend my own actions. I was struck with the absurdity of the situation. I was standing in a strange man's home, not even knowing his name as I tried desperately to inhale him. I pulled back, gasping, and he grinned at the emotions that must have shown plainly on my face. He inclined his head toward the stairs behind him, and swallowing audibly, I followed him, my hand never leaving his. He led me to a monstrous bedroom, the bed a lake of black satin, torches and ancient looking furniture everywhere. It was like stepping into the 17th century as I turned slowly, taking in the sumptuous white tiger rug on the floor in front of a marble fireplace. He cleared his throat softly and when I turned to him, he was suddenly gloriously naked, firelight throwing his toned body and straining manhood into stark relief. I closed my eyes briefly, nostrils flaring, as I breathed the scent of him, as a lioness with her mate. He smelled hot and virile and male, and desire crashed over me a wave. His breath was warm on my lips and he licked the corners of my mouth delicately before teasingly brushing my lips with his. His hands rose to encompass my breasts, massaging gently through my sweater. His kiss deepened slightly and I tasted the vestiges of dark rum on his tongue. He stroked slowly in and out of my mouth, mimicking the rolling thrust of his hips against mine. I moaned into his mouth as I tentatively reached out to touch him. Deep tingles of awareness seemed to spread inward from my fingertips as I touched his back, pulling him closer. Growling impatiently, he jerked me harder against him, wrenching a startled cry from me as his mouth turned fierce. Dimly, I became aware of powerful hands tearing at my clothes as he ripped them from me. Panting, I struggled to help him, frantically trying to be closer, feel more. He stroked my bare skin, gentle now as I stood dazed and swaying before him. Goosebumps rose on my arms as his hands drifted lower, one to cup my ass, the other to press possessively into my sex, gathering the moisture there and lifting his hand to suckle his fingers, tasting me. He reached for my cleft again, plunging his questing fingers into me so violently I thought he would surely injure me, but instead, played me to expertly I clenched almost instantly around him, drenching his hand in my essence. He chuckled darkly against my ear as he nibbled there, causing new shudders of pleasure. In an instant I slipped to my knees and devoured him hungrily, turning his laughter to a moan. I tasted him, that sweet, tangy cream just beginning to seep from him, lapping his shaft gleefully, wanting to swallow every hard, throbbing inch of him until he spurted hotly into my waiting mouth. However, my mysterious lover had other plans for me. Urging me upward to stand before him, he captured my wrists. Guiding me backward to the bed, he lowered me to it and produced a shining pair of stainless steel handcuffs. My breath catching in my throat, I shook my head mutely, suddenly terrified. But despite my silent denial, he fastened mt hands in the cuffs, and pushing them above my head, proceeded to shackle me to the headboard. Struggling in earnest now, I felt the beginnings of new terror pushing through my arousal. A steady hand was laid over my frantically beating heart and without a word, he calmed me. I have no idea what he did, but somehow, he managed to convey he meant no harm. I met his eyes, silently pleading for release, in more ways than one. He smiled that infuriating smile and touched me, again raising goosebumps. His mouth soon followed his adventurous fingers and I closed my eyes as his tongue traced a warm, wet path from my neck, to nipple, to stomach and lower until he nuzzled against my sex lovingly. Slowly, so slowly, he tasted me, teasing me with tongue, teeth and lips until I was weeping from the sheer wonder of it. He brought me, shuddering, to climax, my core dripping ambrosia onto his waiting tongue as I twisted against my bonds. He kissed me, then, breathing his approval lightly onto my lips, sharing my own sweetness with me. "Please," I begged. His eyes flashed black and in that moment, I believe I knew who and what he was, and I knew that I didn't care, and that I wanted him all the more for it. Seeing my dawning realization, he freed me, and I embraced him, writhing against his hardness. He hissed out a breath as his shaft pressed at my entrance, gliding easily inside me, stretching me. We rose and fell against each other, laughing as we discovered the pleasure we brought to each other until his movements became erratic and I knew he was close. I head him cry out and I turned my head away, baring my neck, pleading for what we both now wanted. And then I felt his teeth grip my skin in hesitation before sensing my assent, and they pierced my neck. My eyes flared open in wonder and ecstasy as he began to suckle. I clutched him tighter as he drew on me, his hips grinding into me as we coupled, my cries growing fainter as he took what I so freely gave. He came as I felt my life flutter from me and my breathing slowed, my heartbeat a mere flicker in my breast. His hands gentled my shudders and then my lips were suddenly on his wrist, it dripping red tears into my mouth as I pulled my new life into me, changing for him. When the shaking stopped and my eyes opened again to gaze upon him, I smiled wickedly, running my tongue along my newly sharp canines. "Hello, Paine, my love." I breathed, my voice richly dark and mellow. "Your skin sings to me..." The Beginning Imagine, the most romantic city in the world (Venice, in my view), with no time limitations or children about to burst in. No work, nothing to do but enjoy time together, exploring, laughing and getting lost in each other. Nothing more than a beautiful hotel room, a huge soft inviting bed, a luxurious bath, a big shower, and the scent of you and I, mingling in cool cotton sheets on a warm June morning. I wake up and you are still sleeping peacefully next to me. I open the shutters to let in the warm morning sun and revel in the beauty of this most magical of cities...I can smell fresh bread and I can see the crumbling buildings and narrow, sparkling waterways laid out before me...bathed in a soft diffused light. I return to bed quietly and I slip down under the sheet until I reach the drawstring of your pajamas...I gently pull on the string with my teeth, but since I don't want to wake you up just yet, I very lightly caress your penis through the cloth of your pajamas. You may be asleep, but your dick responds immediately, and you stiffen with subconscious excitement. I place myself over you and slip my eager fingers into your fly, to feel your hardness and increase the pressure of my touch slightly...I stroke you gently while I slide your penis out from your pajamas - you are hot and very hard. I moisten my lips, and, as I want you to wake up with my mouth enveloping you, I lower my mouth and lick the top of your penis with my tongue, flicking gently and lightly. By now you are beginning to wake up, slowly coming around until you finally awake to me sucking gently on you and stroking the inside of your thighs with my fingertips. You pull the sheet back and I gaze at you with my sparkling blue eyes, my mouth around your head...You tenderly push my head down and urge me to take you deeper into my mouth, gently thrusting your hips upwards so that you begin to feel the back of my throat against the tip of your cock. I want to feel your skin next to mine, with no restrictions, so I softly, but urgently, slide my fingers along the waistline of your pajamas and ease them down so as to discard them on the floor...My release of your cock makes you gasp and, as soon as the pajamas are discarded, you guide my mouth back onto you so that you can feel the hot wet sensation of my tongue and lips skimming rhythmically around the top of your eager head. Fully awake now, your hand reaches down between my legs and you feel me...you can sense how turned on I am by my gentle moans. You explore me and immediately touch the soft, silky wetness of my pussy. This excites you even more and I feel you thrust in my mouth with a greater sense of urgency. Your fingers search for my engorged clitoris and you finger me tenderly, feeling my juices flowing and covering your fingers in slippery wetness that tells you that I want you inside of me. I release your cock from my mouth and slide my body slowly up yours, kissing your soft skin and pressing my hot, supple body onto your hard cock as I go. You feel my breasts around you and become even more excited...you want to fuck every part of me. My breasts are slippery from perspiration and the saliva left on your cock from you fucking my mouth. I nuzzle into your hairy chest, and breath deeply - I love your smell, it is pure sexual energy and fills me with warmth, joy and most of all desire...I just have to have you. I kiss your neck, working my way up, and finally reach your waiting mouth. I kiss your lips tenderly and look deep into your eyes with the knowledge and trust that what we are doing is so much more than having sex. We are making love and bonding on spiritual and emotional levels, as well as the purely sexual level. I kiss you hard and deep and you return my kisses, grabbing my hips to pull me on top of your waiting hard cock. You want to fuck me, to feel and see every part of me. You slip inside and I immediately feel you stimulating my G spot, driving me wild and pushing me faster and harder. I writhe on top of you, and you enjoy watching my ecstasy. But you want to be in control and you firmly roll me over so that you are behind me. You pull my hips in the air and immediately thrust deep inside me-fast and hard. You want me to surround you and you want to fill me, deeply and completely. I moan with pleasure and grab the sheets. GOD you feel good inside me and all I can think about is squeezing your cock until you come deep inside me. You reach round with one hand and stroke my clitoris with your finger. I am so wet your finger slides around easily, heightening my senses and filling me with a warm sensation, which I know will lead to my explosive release. You are hot and ready to fill me. You have been waiting to release your essence into me and cannot wait any longer to come deep inside with no repercussions - pure pleasure. You thrust faster and deeper and you can feel me moving rhythmically with you, urging you on, waiting to receive you completely. As you are nearing your climax, you feel me begin to tighten and I let out an urgent moan, "I...want...you...to...come...inside me, and I...want... to...come...around...your...cock." We both sense that we are coming, and pull each other as close as possible...You release into me as I tighten my grip around your cock, pulling and keeping you deep inside. I shudder and cry as my orgasm fills me totally with a hot rush of endorphins that consumes my whole body and mind. Our bodies feel as if they are melting over one another, we cannot sense our separation. We are totally one in this moment, our bodies, hearts, and minds entwined and totally in tune with one another. We collapse onto the bed, with you still inside of me, breathing heavily, wet with fresh, sweet smelling perspiration. You nuzzle into my neck and whisper that you love me before reluctantly slipping out of me and rolling over so that I can nestle once more into your chest. The beginning! The Beginning Ginger was a 20 year old who longed to find the person for her. She was average height, deep auburn hair, had gorgeous green eyes that looked like they had a green fire glowing deeply inside them. She had a nice tan, and a nice shapely figure, 36 D breasts with perky nipples that stood out even through her bras. Even though she was very beautiful she never really had much luck when it came to finding men. She didn't know before this what the reason was, other than she just wasn't attracted to men the way most women are. All her life she had pondered the though of what it would be like to be with a woman. As a teenager, during sleepovers she had sexual thoughts about her girlfriends. She never was brave enough to act on them, other than the occasional truth or dare, and spin the bottle games they played. She went to college and only had one boyfriend who was more than a friend to her than a boyfriend. She never had sex with him, she tried but it was just never the right time, or she wasn't in the mood. She had the idea that she wanted her first time to be with the person she was really in love with. After her second year of community college she got a job in a television studio during the summer, as a night time secretary who answered the phones, and done various duties in their control room. She had made friends with a lot of people, and one person in particular that was very close to her was her best friend Victoria. Vic was very attractive, and they hung out a lot together. One night they got a wild hair and met up with one of Vic's friends Charlie. Charlie was lesbian, and liked to hang out in the gay club scene. They went out and had a few drinks with her. This was Ginger's first time in a gay club, and she was very nervous, but she watched the women dancing together, and some were making out. She got very aroused by watching this happen, and told Vic she was sort of uncomfortable there, so they left, and went back to Vic's. They started talking and Vic wanted to know what made her uncomfortable at the club. She started to tell Vic, how she really felt about women, and how aroused she got when she thought about a woman's body. She had no idea, what was about to unfold, as they got deeper into conversation. Vic turned on some very soft music on the stereo, and lit some scented candles that were all about the living room. Vic looked at Ginger's body with a devilish grin, and told her that she herself was very much into women, and that she was very attracted to Ginger. She leaned into Ginger caressing the soft skin of her cheek and ran her fingers down along her neck, touching her breasts ever so gently. Ginger was flushed with sensation, and sighed with a whisper. Ginger's eyes glowed with that green fire, as she felt like she was going to gush with juices, just from the touch of Vic. Vic leaned into her and kissed her soft full lips, slowly as she whispered, "I want you so badly." Vic then slowly unbuttoned Ginger's blouse, and slid it off her, then stripped out of her own shirt. She teased and kissed Ginger's nipples and pushed her down on the couch. She kissed down her stomach and abdomen, then picked up Ginger's leg and started kissing the inside of her knees and thighs. She worked her way over every inch of Ginger's body. Ginger could feel her juices soaking through her panties, as Vic slid up her skirt, and began kissing higher and higher on her thighs. Ginger moaned, "Ahhhh," as she almost climaxed right in her panties. Vic slid off her panties, and began teasing the area around her most sensitive parts. "Oh my God, you are so fucking wet," Vic whispered as she started licking her clitoris. Ginger though her insides were going to explode they felt so hot. Ginger moaned with pleasure, as Vic eased her finger into her pulsating vagina. She slid one finger in and out a few times, and then two fingers. "Oh your pussy is so tight", she said and she sucked on her clit while fucking her with her fingers. Ginger was by this time moaning loudly, "Ohhhh Ohhhh Yesssss! Oh my God, I've never felt this before!" Her pussy started to flow juices down Vic's hand, as she felt her body start to tense up, her pussy throbbed, and she became overcome with sensation as she came. Her body trembled; she grabbed Vic's head and grinded into her face. She flung Vic back onto the other end of the couch, "Now I am going give you what you just gave me," she said. She started nibbling on Vic's luscious nipples, then suckling harder as she slid her fingers across Vic's sobbing wet pussy. Vic whispered to her, "fuck me bitch, make me cream on you hand." Ginger took her fingers and slid them into Vic one at a time, while using the thumb from her other hand to massage her clit in a circular motion. Vic yelled, "Oh yeah that's it baby, fuck me good! I want you to fill my pussy with your fingers!" Ginger pushed harder, and tightened her fingers together, and pushed all 4 fingers up to her knuckles into Vic's juicy pussy. She worked her fingers in and out of her pussy, while Vic whispered, "more....... More!" She then turned her hand around in a circle, and this send Vic over the edge. Vic started screaming, "Oh Yes... Oh Yes.... Oh fuck! I'm Cumming!" Vic's whole body started to shake and her legs were vibrating, as she squirted pussy juice down Ginger's hand, and it ran on down her arm and dripped on the floor. Ginger licked some of the cream off her pussy, and told her how delightful it tasted. She leaned up and started kissing Vic passionately, as they whispered to each other, "oh this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship." Vic said, "wait until you get to feel the other surprise that is waiting on you... To be continued... Author, Ms Star I am dedicating this story to My Friend Geri, as she has inspired me to start writing again, I haven't written anything in several years, so I hope it is enjoyed. The Beginning They met in the narrow hallway. She stopped so he could pass. He stopped when he came to her. They looked into each others eyes. The connection was there. The electricity between them was completely off the charts. They knew that any spark could start a fire that neither wanted to put out. He reached up and placed his hand behind her neck and drew her to him. As he kissed her, he could feel her respond with a hunger equal to his own. He slowly moved his hand up her arm, feeling her skin quiver beneath his touch. His lips lightly brushed hers. It was so soft yet so passionate. He traced the curve of her shoulder, he follow the edge of her blouse. He gently caressed her breast. He felt her nipple get hard. Yes he should leave, but the taste of her remained on his lip. They we not sure where this would go but knew that at this time and this place they needed to break apart, lest someone come upon them. He continued on his way his mind in a fog. She had felt more alive then she had in a long, long time. Every time he tried to work, his mind drifting off. All she could think of that she wanted more. But when... how... would they be able to continue what has started or would they come to their senses and realize that this spark should be drowned before it is ignited. Would he be able to stop if he were to touch her again? After work she stopped at the bar for a drink with a co-worker. He saw he car parked in the back of the lot. Leaving his car next to hers he entered the bar. The bar was crowded with the after work bunch. He found her sitting with another co-worker. He walked up to the table and asked if he could join them for a while since there were not very many seats available. Her friend motioned for him to take the seat between them. As he sat down he moved the chair slightly closer to her. Their legs touch. He reached under the table and placed his hand on her knee. An impulse took over and he started to caress her thigh, slowly moving higher and higher. Her leg felt smooth and soft under his touch. As he reached the top of her thigh, he waited a moment to see if she would stop his hand from moving any closer. She did not. His hand moved on. He moved his hand over her mound. He could feel her heat and dampness through her panties. His fingers trace her lips through her panties. With their drinks finished her friend said it was time to be going. Though she wanted to stay she knew that could not stay alone with him in a bar filled with people. As he removed his hand from her mound he brought it to his nostrils and deeply inhaled her scent. He had to have her. He needed to feel her body. He wanted her, no matter the consequences. Saying good bye to her friend she walked to her car. There was not a light in the lot where she parked. He walked up behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders. She leaned back into him. He wrapped his arms around her. He nuzzled her neck and slid his hand down the front of her blouse and started caressing her breasts. Her nipples were erect. He pinched them thru her bra, making them harder. He pulled her closer to him. She could feel his erection. She reached back and started to caress him. He lifted her skirt and caressing her, picking up where he left off in the bar. He moved aside her panties so he could feel her wetness. She moaned grabbed at his erection. As he pulled her panties down, she stepped out of them. He put his trophy in his pocket. He unzipped his pants, releasing his cock. He moved it between her thighs seeking her wetness. She leaned slightly forward allowing his cock to slide along her wet swollen lips. Though he wanted to plunge his full length into her, he rocked back and forth, letting only his head slightly enter into her wet pussy. He reached around and started caressing her clit. He could feel her pussy getting wetter. As he continued to rub her, his cock entered further into her pussy. She spread her legs wider allowing him better entry. As she reached back and grabbed his hips, he plunged his cock full length into her. This caused a wave to ripple thru her. She leaned further forward. He grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deeper into her. She moaned with pleasure. She reached down and rubbed her swollen clit. She was on the edge of ecstasy. As he continued to plunge into her he could feel his climax starting deep inside. She was pushing her hips back matching his thrusts getting him deeper and deeper. As her pussy walls started to pulsate signaling the start of her climax he thrust harder. As she started to climax he held his climax so he could prolong hers. Soon her pussy walls were milking his cock and he exploded inside her. As their climaxes subsided, her pussy released its hold on him and he slid out of her. A mixture of their fluids ran down her thighs. He turned her around and kissed her. After she had driven away, he reached into his pocket and pulled out her panties. Deeply inhaling her scent, he told himself that this was just the beginning of the pleasure he wanted to share with her. The Beginning On the Friday Pippa had taken the entire day off to get ready and I should have done the same, as it seemed that ever hour took twice as long to pass as it normally does. Although I tried not to think of it, all I could think of during the day is imagine what might happen that evening. On the way home I began to worry that she had lost her nerve and changed her mind so I ran through the last few weeks to reassure myself. She had picked him out of the replies we received. She had liked him at the first meeting and at the second and when we went for a walk in the forest. Surely, having taken matters this far, she wouldn't stop new, would she? When I got home Pippa was in the bedroom in her dressing gown and still preparing herself. She had been to the hairdresser and had her hair highlighted as well as cut and had her make up professionally done plus nail extensions put on and her nails painted. She was putting a lot of effort into ensuring that he fancied her. She wanted to know how she looked and I suggested she take off her dressing gown so I could have a look. I made her turn round and round slowly. Her transformation from average housewife to sex kitten was certainly getting there. All those weeks of exercise and dieting had made her body trim and firm. I certainly fancied her. I told her she looked fabulous and that he'd have to be gay not to want her. She glowed. I tried to give her a kiss but she turned her head away and said she didn't want me to smudge her lipstick. I looked at the bedside clock. Two and a half-hours yet, before we were to meet up with him. I went downstairs trying to find something else to do. I went into the kitchen and looked through the fridge and the cupboards. I don't really know why. I didn't feel like eating anyway. My stomach was fluttering and I felt strange, sort of sick and sort of excited. I couldn't explain it. I poured myself a glass of milk and drunk that instead. I went to the lounge window and looked down the road. The streetlights were now on and it was all quiet. It would be too dark by the time we returned for anyone to see who was with us. Over the next two hours Pippa kept worrying about what she was going to wear. She had gone through what she was going to wear several times but now kept changing her mind. The issue of stockings came up again and I reminder her that we had already agreed that she wouldn't wear stockings as her idea was for me to take off her clothes and present her to him and my track record of getting her stockings off wasn't good. Keep it simple I reminder her and something I don't have to struggle with. I began to clock watch and pace. Come on, I thought. We need to get moving to get there on time. If we are late, he might decide that we weren't really going to do it and leave. She came down and showed me what she had eventually chosen. A small black leather mini-skirt, which left nothing to the imagination and a blouse that, exposed her breasts and a small jacket. Dressed like that with the hair, make up and painted nails including I noticed her toe nails; she looked like a sexy temptress and nothing at all like my ordinary housewife Rachael. Then we had the issue of the shoes. She wanted to wear her new red high-heeled shoes but she found she couldn't walk in them and they hurt her feet, I reminder her that there would be little walking involved. Get in our car, get to the meeting place, get in his car and guide him back home. Again my stomach did flip flops with excitement and worry, I was frightened at he same time thrilled and full of anticipation. In the end we finally locked up and get in the car, reversed out of the driveway and then she started to worry she had forgotten something. We'll be back shortly anyway I said if he's still there by the time we get there. I raced alone the roads, then the bypass and onto the main road but not so fast as to get any unwanted attention from the police. We hadn't done anything wrong. I just didn't want the delay. I kept looking at the car clock and find the damn lay-by. The road seemed to go on forever and the parking place seemed to have moved miles from where it ought to have been. I also remembered that I should have filled the car up with fuel on the way home. The low fuel light was flashing but there should have been enough fuel left to get home and more. Just 10 minutes late we found and drove into the lay-by. I could see it was the right one as the burger van was there, all locked up but where was he? Then I could just make out in the headlights that a car parked with its lights off. I pulled up at the side of it and breathed a small sign of relief when the car lights came on and there he was. Pippa got out and changed cars and told him to follow her directions. They moved off and I followed. I just hoped she remembered the right way. He didn't know where we were leading him. The drive home was somewhat slower that my grand-prix race to get there. Back down to the roundabout onto the dual carriageway, into the centre of town, past the Supermarket, left at the Petrol Station, I should have stopped there for some fuel but I had to keep up with them. Turn by turn I followed. Finally, we approached the turning to our road. I stopped and watched them turn into the road then a few hundred yard and into the cul-de-sac. I would wait here for five minutes so he could drive up to our house and up the side of the house, out of sight. One minute, two, three, four. I couldn't wait for the fifth. Crazy with lust, excitement and fear, great fear, I turned the key but other than the starter motor turning over, nothing happened. I tried again, again and again but still nothing was happening. Panic began to set in Please not now, I thought, not now, not now. It was only a short distance to the house. I'll leave the car here, it's safe enough and I'll get it in the morning. You sod, I thought as I locked the car From where I had to leave the car our house would only take a minute and a half in the car but on foot even for a fit man it was a good ten to fifteen minutes. As I turned into the close, I slowed to a walk. The cul de sac was quiet with only a few lights on in the living rooms of our neighbours who were blissfully unaware of what was going to happen at the house at the end. I could just see our house past the trees. Well, it didn't look as if there were any lights on upstairs. How long had it been? I couldn't tell, I couldn't see my watch in the light from the street lamps. I could feel the muscles in my legs tightening. I was still walking fast, too fast. I slowed a bit more. I hope I haven't missed it. He could have stripped her off and be on top of her right now. I imagined them on our bed with her legs waving in the air and his bum pumping up and down between them. I was closer now. If his car was on the driveway then not even I couldn't see it. The living room curtains were closed and the light on. I remember leaving the light on but did I close the curtains? I couldn't remember. It appeared all quiet. Finally I got to the front of the house. I walked carefully up the driveway. I couldn't see his car but there again the light from the street lamps didn't reach this far. I kept walking and just before I reached the front door, I could see its outline. They were here then. I put my key in the lock and braced myself. What would I see inside? I felt my heart beating hard against my chest from a mixture of running and excitement. I turned the lock, opened the door and looked inside. The landing and Kitchen lights were off and the only light was the glow coming under the Lounge door. I closed the front door as softly as possible and crept over to the lounge door, which I opened carefully. His coat and her Jacket were on the settee and they were stood more or less in the middle of the room. I anticipated lots of things but I did not anticipate finding them kissing slowly and passionately and being so gentle and caring with each other. Pippa kissing Richard dressed as she was, looked so hot and sexy. They were like two young lovers in each other's arms. Richard had clearly fancied my wife from the moment he first met us. I saw that he lusted after her lovely trim and firm body and soon he would be sampling her delights. Numerous emotions ran through me including the strong desire to watch him make love to her. I crept over and stood behind her and gently stroked her hair and rubbed my hand along her back to show her that it was all right. Carefully I removed her blouse and slipped it off of one arm then he other. Seeing her breasts revealed he slipped a hand into her bra and massaged her breast. I then unzipped her mini-skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and I retrieved it and put in on he settee where I had also discarded her blouse. This only left Pippa in her nice rose pink underwear. Just two more items and she would be fully exposed to him. I unclipped her bra and slipped it off. Her breasts were now fully available to him and he quickly had his hands on both of them. Now only one garment to go her panties, once I removed them she would be free, open and fully available to her new lover. My hands shook slightly as I carefully took hold of both sides of her panties and slipped them down her legs and she seemed happy as she stepped out of them. As soon as they were gone he removed one hand from her breasts and slipped his hand over her mound and cupped her sex. He squeezed it and I saw the wetness ooze between his fingers. She was so ready for him now. Then he pushed his index and centre fingers into her. She twitched a bit and opened her thighs just a little to allow him to enter. As they continued their lingering kisses she sort of settled onto his hand pushing down on the fingers inside her. My heart started to beat more evenly and slowly and I felt calmer now. I enjoyed watching him excite my wife with his fingers and watched her react to his ever move. Now except for her high heels she was entirely nude wet and very ready for him. Without saying a word I stepped back and watched as Pippa helped him remove his clothes until he was as nude as she was. She then placed her mouth over his while stroking his face and engaged in a series of long drawn out French kisses. As they kissed he continued to massaged her breast and finger her pussy as she held his cock in her hand and slowly it grew in her hand. He wasn't fully erect yet but he was certainly rising towards the promised eight and a half inches. His tanned skin and strong frame contrasted so well with her white and delicate body. She pumped his cock faster as he worked on her clit with his thumb. She broke away from kissing him and let her head fall back as she arched her back and had her first orgasm on his fingers. She took her breast in her hand and offered it to his mouth and he eagerly sucked on her nipple. Before he could lay her on the lounge floor and made love to her there, I whispered to Pippa that they should move to the bedroom. She immediately took Richards hand and led him upstairs. I went ahead of them to switch on the cameras. I was shaking with a excitement. How I wanted to watch them now. He followed Pippa up the stairs and I could see him looking at her full round hips and rear swinging before his face. I watched him lick his lips in anticipation of sampling them as he followed her into our room and onto our big bed. What an electric and emotional charged sight it was to see his erect cock, which to me looked even bigger and thicker than promised, swinging side to side in front of him as he followed her onto our matrimonial bed. Pippa removed her high heels before laying back and spreading herself wide to receive him. Richard leant forward and slowly moving upwards kissed her on the inside of each thigh. Pippa groaned as his mouth slowly approached her vagina anticipating that he would lick her there but he carried on past, moving upwards and kissing her belly before sucking her breasts. His mouth moved from one breast to the other sucking each nipple until they stood up like hard red corks. Richard then raised himself and moved up Rachael's body until he was straddling her and sitting on her stomach. He placed his cock between Rachael's breasts and pushing them together with his hand and started fucking her breasts. Pippa look at him with a face which was so full of lust, love and happiness. I could see that she was eager to have Richard mate with her. I moved round so I could see the head of his cock emerge from between her breasts as he rubbed himself between them. Pippa bent her head and watched the helmet of his cock poke out between her breasts as he fucked between them. She licked her soft lips then opened her mouth, just wide enough for the tip of his cock to brush her lips gently. I watched as she stuck out her tongue and licked him, concentrating her attention on the tip of his cock helmet and the hole through which his potent seed would come. She licked and sucked gently, taking at each stroke, just a centimetre then two into her velvety warm inviting mouth. The head of his cock glistened from her saliva and slipped so easily between her wet lips, pushing them aside to enter my wife's mouth. He did this for several minutes teasing Pippa as he was just too far out of reach to suck properly. Encouraged by this Richard moved himself up further. Pippa was initially confused as to what he wanted to do as has manoeuvred one leg over one shoulder then the other. It wasn't until he sat back onto her chest that she had his legs either side of her head effectively trapping her face in his crotch. He then waved his cock in front of her face and Pippa opened her mouth wide to catch it. He teased her with and even slapped her face with it several times before letting her take it into her mouth. As Pippa sucked avidly she watched his face intently to see his reaction. The room filled with the sound of her sucking him. He let her suck him for quite a while making him as hard and as thick as he could be before changing position yet again. He pulled himself out of her mouth and moved back down her body. This time his arms went under Rachael's legs and lifting her vagina up to his face, he pushed his face between her legs. He kissed and licked her and stuck his tongue as deep as he could into her hole and sucked on her clitoris. With his mouth, tongue and fingers, he slowly drove Pippa to higher and higher levels of delight.. I looked at the clock and saw that their sexual foreplay had already gone on for over an hour and a half. Judging the right moment he stopped and moving her with his arms still under her legs sat back on his haunches and pulled Pippa towards him until his cock was resting between her legs. It was the thickness of his cock not just the length that struck me. His shaft laying on top of her pelvis almost touched her belly button. It looked to me as it was never going to fit in her. If that went in then her hips would have to spread. Before I could think any more, he moved her legs placing them on his shoulders; he gently placed himself at the entrance to her cunt. His cock was red and throbbing with his lust for my wife's body. The softness of her body against the hardness of his cock was mesmerising. Her face was full of anticipation. I watched intently as he used the head of his cock to tease her open. Her lips seem to spread open just like a V shaped door. He rubbed the head of his cock against her opening and I saw Pippa close her eyes, so very ready to feel his entry. As the head of his cock moved into her it made a small popping sound as her vagina lips opened wider and wider allowing it the enter her. There was no going back now the head of his cock was now in my wife. His first few thrusts were short and soft, just an inch or two but Pippa was already turning her head groaning and moaning for more as she felt the thickness of his shaft and in anticipation of what was to come. Then suddenly, he thrust himself in her as far as he could go. To see his cock suddenly disappear inside her was unbelievably thrilling. Rachael's gasped and her eyes shot open as she felt him hit the top of her cervix. Richard withdrew and hammered her again and again. Her face reddened and she struggled to pull herself up and put her hand between her legs to stop him entering her so violently. Only she found on grabbing him that there was more of him to come. Oh No, she said. No, oh God. No. He kept at her and he she moaned, groaned, smiled, giggled and even laughed as he pleasured her body. After ten minutes of this, Richard pulled himself out and picked Pippa up bodily like a rag doll. He moved her up near the head of the bed and spread her legs wide apart. He then lay on top, forcing her legs even further apart before entering her again and fucking her hard. This wasn't love; this was forceful, lustful sex. He still wasn't all the way in so he forced his length up into her, stretching her until she felt his balls banging against her bum. The sound of his balls slapping her arse as her force fucked her bounced off the walls. Watching him to do this to her wasn't just better than anything in Doug's extensive Porn collection it was 50 times no 100 times better. The sight of his length disappearing into my wife's lovely body and reappearing covered with her juices was only part of it. I could see the wetness and hear the slurping noise made by her cunt as he pumped into her as well as the noise of his balls and crotch slapping into her. I watched her body bouncing as he drove into her. Pippa by now was making so much noise that I was sure that people outside would hear her. She tried covering her mouth with her hands to muffle her cries. Content that he was now fully in her Richard increased the speed of his trusts into her until he was pounding her as fast as any man could. I watched as Rachael's body rippled and shook moved in time with his, arching up to meet each trust of his cock she eagerly wanted all of his cock and she was fucking him back. At this speed it looked like her cunt was reaching up and stroking his cock to milk him dry and drag his precious life giving sperm into her body. Rachael's heavy breathing, panting and moaning became louder and louder and as the whole room reverberated to the sounds of their coupling, their bodies glistened with sweat and their perfume of my wife's cunt filled the air. She wrapped her legs round his back then wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on. Her breasts banged back and forth like two mounds of jelly under his thrusting. Richard then stopped, adjusted the position of his knees and legs to get better leverage and thrust his cock back into her with such violence that you could see the impact travel through her body. He withdrew again slowly and then thrust it back into her with the same violent force, again and again so deliberately and intensely. I heard her tell him to fucker her faster and faster and never to stop. I knew he was getting ready to finish her off and shoot his cum into her cunt a moment that I had long been waiting to see. To use the words 'taking her' in one way totally fails to describe what he was just about to do to her, but in another way, it seems all so appropriate. I wanted him to take her, to use her body as a receptacle for his seed. His seed, which would seek out her eggs and in different circumstances, make her pregnant. Oh yes, yes, come inside me, fill me, she cried loudly. I want to feel you cum in me. Take me in front of my husband. Please come in me. I want him to see you have me. Her begging suddenly stopped as he pushed into her violently, his hands digging deeply into the cheeks of her bum to hold her in place. She thrust back to meet his cock locking their bodies together and pulled him tightly to her. As their bodies shook in orgasm, I saw my wife look out from underneath him directly at me. Her dark auburn hair was like a Lions Mane around her head and her mouth was wide open in a big open-mouthed smile. Her eyes opened wide then wider and sparkled. A look of absolute rapture and happiness and contentment spread across her face as she felt his prick twitch and jump inside her and warmth spread between her legs. Then her eyes rolled back and her head lolled forward as she started to convulse. It was done. He had taken Pippa right in front of me and I was overjoyed that I had seen him do so. The Beginning It's hard to explain how my life got to this point. I can't really describe how I ended up in this situation, but there is one thing I know for certain. I have no regrets. I don't fear the repercussions that can potentially arise if my lifestyle is found out nor do I fear the penalties I will have to pay when I leave this world, and journey to the next. The joys that the past 5 years have brought me are enough to compensate for the pain and suffering I will face for all eternity when I am judged for my actions. There is not a doubt in my mind that what I am doing is wrong and immoral but I wouldn't change the circumstance for the anything in the world. I don't care if people accuse me of taking advantage of an innocent young woman because I know I did no such thing. The bond that me and my daughter share is unlike any that I have ever experienced. It is deeper than any love I have ever felt, and it doesn't hurt that the sex is amazing, earth shattering, awe inspiring and any other adjectives one can think of. You may think that this is just me trying to justify the lifestyle I have chosen, but to me, I did not choose this lifestyle. It chose me. She's beautiful. If there is any word that can describe her, it is that. She can have any man in the world, yet she chose me and I thank God everyday for that. Amy can charm the pants off of any person she comes in contact with but she chose me. That is an ongoing theme in this story. Choice. There was no act of forced aggression on neither myself nor my daughter; we simply came together in an act of passion an above all love. Now that I think about it, maybe there wasn't much choice to begin with. Maybe we were fated to be together; two souls coming together in a society that will not understand our relationship. Amy is smart, beautiful, funny and passionate about anything and everything she deems important. Presently, she works at a marketing firm in Toronto about 30 km west of where we live. To the rest of the world, she is a successful, young businesswoman on the rise in her company, but when she comes home, she is my lover, confidant and wife. This is our story. ......................................................................................................... It all started when Amy just finished highschool. She had graduated at the top of her class as I had predicted she would, and was set to take the world by storm. She was accepted to the University of Toronto for economics, (which made me very happy as that meant she would stay at home for her University life) and looked to continue her academic success at the post secondary level. I had and have always looked at my daughter in more than the traditional father daughter way. I couldn't help it. It wasn't just because of her beautiful blonde locks and perky breasts (even though that played a large role), it was also her loving personality, her habit of placing others first before her, and her optimistic outlook on life. It was the night before was to start her first year at University. It was a Monday evening and I was idly watching T.V when I felt a plop on the couch seat next to me. She seemed distraught. "I'm nervous daddy." She said. "What happens if I don't make it through till the end? What happens if I don't make any friends?" I placed my arm around her and held her close, comforting her. I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy the sensation of touching her bare arm with my own. Her skin was as soft as silk, and her scent made the hair on my arms rise up. "It's okay sweetie. Everyone gets a little nervous right before going to University. Life is so uncertain, and University emphasizes that fact." I continued on. "But think about all of the wonderful experiences you are going to have! You'll meet new people who share your interests, you'll learn things that may have never even crossed your mind, and you'll be taking your first step into becoming a woman!" That last part made me feel a little sad but I hid it as I knew that this was about her, not me. Her bright blue eyes lightened up a little, and a smile crept up on her pink lips. She sighed. "you always know what to say to make me feel better. I can never talk about this kind of stuff with mom. She usually just tells me to stop complaining and take life as it goes." "Well that's why me and your mom didn't get along too well. She was the cold, un-empathetic one of our marriage, while I was the fun, cool and understanding one who everyone wanted to chill with." She let out a small giggle and cuddled closer to me. "Oh daddy, even though I know your being a smart ass, I completely agree with you. Why do you think I chose to live with you instead? But you can't pull of the word "chill."" I smiled down at her as she continued to look in my eyes. At that moment, I felt the strongest urge to place a gentle kiss on her lips which were oh so accessible but I controlled myself. I had to. We sat in silence until the show ended. Cuddled together. Her arm across my lap, her head on my shoulder. My arm remained firm around her as I tried to hold on to my little girl who was no longer little anymore. I couldn't really concentrate on what we were watching. Her hand was lightly moving across my thigh, rubbing back and forth along my jeans. I could feel my penis grow as her touch was driving me crazy. I was thankful when the show ended and Amy announced she was going to bed. "Thank you Daddy." She said while getting up. "I'll wake you up early so you can make me breakfast." She let out a small giggle when she said this which sent tingles throughout my entire body. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss next to my lips, that in my head lasted longer than usual. When she pulled back, she looked me in the eyes one last time and said goodnight once more. Chapter 2 It was 3:00 A.M and I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned in bed trying to find a comfortable position but no matter what I did, all I could think about was Amy. Images of her sleeping soundly next door in her white nightie danced throughout my head. Her soft and supple body exposed to the air as her blanket covered her lower body. My hand crept down and slipped beneath my boxers as I pictured her pink nipples stiffening from a gentle breeze from a window left open. I gently began to massage myself when I heard my bedroom door creak open. "Daddy?" I heard Amy say as she poked her head through door opening. "I can hear you rustling from my room. Are you okay?" "Yea, Yea" I rushed out, removing my hands from boxers. "Just couldn't sleep is all." "Oh, well do you mind if I climb in with you? I can't sleep either." Even in the dark I could see her smile. "Of course sweetie, climb on in." I said, my body tingling once again. My erection had not subsided. In fact it had grown at the sound of my daughter's soft voice. She walked towards my bed climbing in the vacant spot that once belonged to her mother. I could hear the sheets rustling together until she made herself comfortable. Her right arm flung across my chest, while here right leg intertwined with mine. My breathing quickened at the sensation of her naked leg on top of mine. "Feel better daddy?" she asked me in hushed tone. I couldn't answer. My throat had dried up and my mind had drawn a blank. She must have sensed this as she let out a small giggle; the very same that had enticed me for the past several years. She raised herself so she can meet my eyes. She looked at me and smiled her beautiful smile. "I love you daddy." She said. "I don't know what I would do without you." I watched as she leaned forward, her eyes closed, her lips slightly apart. I felt as her lips met mine in a soft gentle kiss. She let out a soft moan at the contact and parted her lips a little more. I responded back by parting mine, letting her tongue slip into my mouth. She began to gently massage my tongue with her own while I reciprocated in a similar fashion. The feeling of her warm, soft tongue on mine was too much to bear. My arm snaked around her back pulling her deeper into my mouth. I could her whimpering as she moved to throw her leg over my left leg; straddling me. We continued to kiss in a feverish pace. My hand had moved down towards her ass which was only slightly covered by her night ware. She moaned when my had came into contact with the panty covered flesh and began to rock her hips ever so slightly on my lap as we continued kiss. My penis was as hard as I could ever remember, and I'm sure she could feel it as her pussy gently rubbed against it. Suddenly, my eyes shot open when I came to the realization of what I was doing. "I'm making out with my own daughter!" I thought. "Not only that, my hand is on her ass and my cock is rubbing up against her pussy!" I abruptly pulled away causing her to whimper. Even in the darkness I could see the desire in her eyes, but I knew we had to stop before this went to far. She gave me a gentle smile and climbed off of me, re-assuming the position she was in before we had started. "Good night daddy." She quietly said before she rested her head on my chest. I could here her breathing even out and before I knew it had steadied to the pace of someone in a peaceful slumber. I lay there as thousands of thoughts flew through my head. What had I just done? Did she initiate all of that? What is going to happen tomorrow? I lay there for what felt like hours before my eyes started to close, letting sleep overtake me. Chapter 3 I awoke the next morning to the gentle snores of my daughter. She had not shifted from the position she had fallen asleep in. I watched her as she slept when I was suddenly reminded of what had happened last night. I had kissed my own daughter. Wait, scratch that. I had made out with my own daughter. I felt ashamed, but at the same time exhilarated. As I watched her breathe in and out I felt an overwhelming feeling of love. A love that I can not describe. One must instead feel it for themselves. After watching her sleep for several minutes, I gently got out of bed as to not wake Amy. I made my way downstairs towards the kitchen to start on breakfast. It was as if I was on cruise control. I can't even remember taking the eggs and bacon from the fridge. I can't remember cooking them, or pouring the juice into the cups. All I could think about was what had happened. I could still feel her gentle lips on mine, I could still feel her moist pussy encased in the soft fabric as it rubbed against my cock. My thoughts were broken when I felt a set of arms snake around my waist from behind. "mmm good morning daddy." She said as she snuggled her head into my upper back. "good morning amy." I managed to stutter out. "How did you sleep?' "amaaazing. You?" "No complaints." I could not think of anything else to say. "Good." She said. "I was afraid you would be upset about what happened last night." She place a gentle kiss on the back of my neck, then placed her head on my upper back again. "Last night was great daddy." "I 've been wanting to do that for so long." "Listen Amy." I started. "What happened last night shouldn't and can't happen again." I continued on. "What we did was wrong, I'm your father and you're my daughter. We shouldn't be doing that kind of stuff." I turned around and looked at her for the first time that morning. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes still had reminders of a restful sleep. But to my surprise, she showed no signs of disappointment about what I had just said. "Daddy, I know what we did was wrong. But you have to admit that when we kissed you felt something. I'm not talking about just lust daddy. I know you felt the same thing that I did." "It doesn't matter sweetie." I said. "What we did was still immoral, not to mention illegal. As much as it meant to me baby, we can't do it again." Amy smiled at me and planted a soft kiss on my lips. "thanks for making breakfast daddy" she said nonchalantly. "I'll go get us some plates." We sat down and ate our food in relative silence in the dining room. Every now and then I would catch a glimpse of Amy looking at me. She was so beautiful. Her hair was sticking up on all sides but it only her made her more attractive. I had to resist the urge to sweep the food off of the table and make love to her right then and there. I quickly finished my breakfast before I would do something I would regret later. After cleaning my dish, I told Amy that I was going to go take a shower. She gave me a smile then resumed finishing her food. ...................................................................................................... I turned the shower on to a cool chill. I needed to forget about my burning desire for my daughter for at least a few minutes. The shower wasn't really helping as I could still clearly see and feel that me penis was fully erect. I began to soap my body when I heard the door open. I immediately felt a sense of dread and excitement as it could only be one person. Because the water was cold enough as to not fog up the bathroom, I could clearly see my beautiful Amy through the glass shower door. "Amy!" I exclaimed. "What do you think your doing?!" She slid the shower door open and climbed in. Her naked body was more than I could handle. Her perfect pink nipples stiffened when the cold water hit her body. I wanted nothing more than to take them into my mouth and give her the pleasure that I so desperately wanted. My eyes traveled down to her taut stomach, stopping for a brief moment at her adorable bellybutton, until they finally reached her pussy. My mouth began to salivate as I became aware that my little girl shaves. Her pussy was as bare as the rest of her body. I could see her pink pussy lips glistening, probably from the water, but in my head it was from something else. She gave me a devilish smile, one that I have never seen on my little girl before. She placed a finger on my lips as she reached behind her and readjusted the water to a warmer temperature. I was at a loss for words as I felt her place her hand on my chest. She began a slow descent down my body, never braking eye contact with me. Her hand reached it's intended target as she gently wrapped her delicate fingers around my fully erect penis. A large part of me wanted to tell her to stop and leave, but there was an even bigger part of me that wanted to prolong the sensation. "It's okay daddy." She whispered. "I want this just as much as you." I felt her lips crash against mine as we continued what we had started the night before. I could not longer hear the sounds of the shower as all I cared about at that moment was Amy. She removed her hand from my penis as she wrapped her arms around my neck deepening the kiss. I responded in similar fashion as I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her closer. My cock now rested between her legs, occasionally jerking up and down as our kiss deepened. She pulled back and looked me in the eye. That look. I will never tire of it. "I want to make you feel good daddy." She said. Her eyes filled with lust, passion, love. She slowly began to lower herself down my body, giving my stomach light kisses along the way. I was at the point of no return now. Any feeling of regret, shame, disgust, embarrassment and any other similar feeling flew out the window when I felt her plant a gently kiss on the tip of my penis. She placed both her hands around the length of my shaft, lifting it ever so slightly so she could lick the underside of my manhood. Her tongue started from the base, her chin coming into contact with my balls. She slid her soft tongue upwards as she began her ascension to the tip letting out a soft moan. "Oh Amy." My eyes were closed as I held her head in position with my hand. "Do you like it daddy? Do you want more?" She asked me seductively. I had no time to respond as she engulfed my penis into her mouth. She encased the head as she began to slide her tongue from side to side causing me to let a moan of pleasure. She gave it a hard suck as she pulled my cock out of her mouth creating a a popping noise. She gave me one of her oh so adorable giggles. "mmm daddy, you taste so good." She licked her lips as her eyes met mine once again. "Do you want to come in your little girl's mouth?" "Oh God yes Amy." I groaned. She took my cock in her mouth once more but there was no more teasing this time. She began to furiously suck on my member like her life depended on it. Her lips moved up and down on the shaft. She would try and fit as much of my penis in her mouth as possible, then withdraw; but not letting my cock out of her mouth entirely. I've never had such an amazing blow job, and the fact that it was from my own daughter only made it all the more wonderful. I could feel my release fast approaching as Amy expertly worked on my cock. My breathing began to quicken and I let out a low groan as I neared the edge. "Oh fuck Amy, that's it, that's it. Daddy's gonna cum baby." She let out moan that was muffled by my cock. She was ready to take it all. I let out one final groan before releasing the largest load I have ever had in her beautiful mouth. "Fuck Amy, Oh god! Drink it all Baby!" I said in a state of total satisfaction. To my surprise, not a drop went to waste. She swallowed all I had to offer, then sucked the head to make sure she got every last bit. She lifted her head to meet my eyes. "Oh god daddy, that was so hot! I always thought you would taste good, but goddamn!" Her laughter was infectious. She rose up and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. I didn't care if I was tasting my own cum. "We should get going daddy." She said. "I don't want to be late for my first day of class." With that she left the shower leaving me to my own thoughts. The Beginning This is the first in a series of "stand alone" stories of a female submissive/slave who will come to be known as "sclabh". While there is certainly a difference (subtle to some, not so subtle to others) between a submissive and slave this will be played out as time progresses. Much of what appears in the series is from my (its) experiences as a slave and occasionally when allowed by its Mistress a top. Enjoy! It all began in my college years, a game of strip poker, a bet for a blowjob or a bet to be a slave for a day; it had always seemed more fun "to lose". I played these games with my boyfriend and even with my female roommates. Fast forward to after college, I always had kept in excellent shape by running long distance and playing volleyball and never seemed to be at a loss for "friends" of both sexes. People say I'm attractive and I guess I'll just leave it at that as discussing my body always made me self conscious. After graduation, I applied for and was accepted by the local police force. I did have to fend off some of the testosterone filled academy recruits, but the demands of the academy went fine. The hard part was keeping my preference for other woman and my submissive traits locked away. Graduation came and went; I cleared probation and was just another police officer, well almost... I was driving my cruiser down a suburban street when a routine vandalism call came in. With clipboard in hand, I knocked on the door of this "McMansion" style house to take the obligatory report when the most stunning redhead opened the door. My knees got weak and I felt a wetness seep onto my not so regulation thong. I stumbled through the report and just keep looking at this goddess. She was dressed in a short jean skirt and a tank top. She was maybe thirty-two or so, about eight years my senior. Her red hair was a tad longer than shoulder length, highlighting gorgeous firm tits. Of course I was on the stairs standing just below her, almost eyelevel with her crotch and a set of tight, shapely legs. Her green eyes were like lasers burning thru my uniform. It was all I could do not to tilt my head so I would look up her skirt. Our bodies were similar with expectation of my short police issue blond hair and of course mine was covered with my navy blue uniform. She seemed to have an aura of superiority about her that was not condescending but rather alluring with an unquestionable sexy smirk. I took the required information and left. I fantasized about Ms. Brigit O'Toole for the rest of my shift; I had to see her again. I went to her house the very next day on the pretext of needing more information for the report and in my best police officer voice, I asked, "May I come in?" Once in the kitchen I tried to think up questions that I had missed in the initial report. It never happened. On the kitchen table, in plain view was a riding crop, nothing else, just the crop. Flustered, I said, "Oh, I see you ride", which was the best question I could seem to muster. "No", was all she said. That smirk was back and bigger than ever. The silence was so great I could hear the blood pounding in my ears and my pussy juices gushed...I had to smell of sex and she had to have noticed! I tried to stammer out some questions with no luck and then Brigit took over. She found out I worked until five and said why you don't get the answers you're looking for over a glass of wine. Brigit reached for my arm, walked me to the door and told me to be back at 6:00. I knocked on the door at exactly 6:00 and was met by Brigit. She was wearing a white silk low cut blouse that highlighted her dark colored bra. This met a soft black leather mini, nylon and heels that gave her about three inches my 5'7" height. I was invited in. The crop still sat alone on the table. She abruptly turned and walked into a Great room; I followed. Things moved fast, a blur actually. Brigit looked at me and said, "We both know why you're here, don't we?" I couldn't even elicit a response. "Would you care for a glass of wine?" I could only mumble "Please." "Sit", Brigit said, as she walked to get the wine. I sat on the sofa and tried to control my breathing and my pussy and failed at both. As Brigit walked in with two glasses of wine, the smirk again reappeared. In a rather pleasant tone she said, "Please, don't sit on the furniture, use on the floor. I'll say this once and once only. If you want to leave, leave, no hard feelings. If you choose to stay, stay. You may call me Ms. Brigit or Ma'am but if you choose to stay I expect 100% obedience from you; it's your choice...you know where the door is." I froze. Brigit stood over me as I sat on the sofa holding the wine and she just stared at me. Slowly, I stood and sank to my knees at Her feet. "Much better, we both know that's exactly where you belong." I could only whisper, "Yes Ma'am". Miss Brigit sat in a beautiful antique leather chair and sipped Her wine. She just stared at me, undressing me, stripping me with her gaze. Minutes passed, finally, almost casually She said, "Remove your clothes please". I looked at Her and stammered, nothing came out, and I just froze as Ms. Brigit held Her gaze. "I'm a police officer for god's sake", I thought. "What am I doing?" I thought back to college being a 'slave for a day' and how I had felt. I grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head, panties and bra were quick to follow. I knelt on the Oriental rug naked and embarrassed but I had come this far so in for penny/in for a pound, right? "There are rules you will follow at all times if I choose to allow you to visit me", Ms. Brigit said matter-of factly. "You will always be naked unless otherwise instructed. Enter through the porch, remove your clothing there and knock on the door for permission to enter." When instructed to kneel, your knees will be spread to allow me access to your cunt." "Please don't use that word, I hate it." "My dear, you are a cunt and that thing between your legs is a cunt. That is all you are to me...do you understand?" With a face colored to match Ms. Bridget's hair, I could only muster a weak "Yes Ma'am." "You will have two positions of kneeling, kneeling up, and kneeling back. Kneeling up your hands are to be clasped behind your neck, kneeling back your ass will rest on your heels with you're in that position the backs of your hands on your thighs. Whatever position, your hands will never block views to your cunt or tits. Understood?" "Yes Ma'am" "Good, just a couple more basic positions for you to memorize. If I want your tits displayed, you will cup them and offer them to me, if I want your cunt displayed, you will lie on your back; legs spread and use your hands to open your cunt lips for me. Finally, your ass, assume the doggy position and with your head on the ground reach around and open your ass cheeks. Oh, one more thing, there will be no orgasms without permission, I will tell you if and when you orgasm," "Yes Ma'am." "Display your cunt please". I flopped on my back, spread my legs and grabbed my outer lips as instructed. Even when I trimmed my bush for the first time leaving a small patch of light blonde hair and my pussy bare, I had never felt this venerable or exposed. I turned my head, closed my eyes and thought about just getting up and walking out. Ms. Brigit lightly brushed my clit, my emotions had been all over the place, I guess I didn't even realize how excited I was, A bolt of fire went from my cunt and into my belly. I moaned and shook like I had never experienced "Your cunt's contacting...don't you dare cum", Ms. Brigit said in that damn calm smoothing voice. "Yes Ma'am, no Ma'am, yes Ma'am" was all I could squeak as I somehow held onto controlling my orgasm. Ms. Brigit stepped back as I looked up at Her panting like a bitch in heat. "That's right my little pet, you haven't earned the right to cum and besides your more focused this way." "Please Ma'am, please let me cum" was all I could moan, beg and plead, "Please". "No dear, not tonight. Get up, get dressed and go home. I want you here tomorrow at 8:00 AM sharp. Follow the protocol I have given you. GO! "Yes Ma'am" was all I could say as I gathered my clothes. "Don't you dare even think of having an orgasm tonight. One more thing, get rid of that pubic hair, cunts do not have pubic hair." "Yes Ma'am", was again the only thing I could say. Dressed and out the door I drove home in a trance. I had twelve hours to wait. The Beginning Beginnings Looking back through the files of your life and trying to decide on the significance of each event can keep you occupied for endless hours. Trying to pinpoint the start of something is even harder to do, how far back do you go? What is truly important or formative and what's just incidental? It is a question which can never be truly resolved. That fact, however universally understood it may be, has never stopped people speculating on the matter – 'when did it all begin?'; 'where did that come from?' and so on. Trying to pinpoint the spark that lit her enduring fascination with spanking and erotic corporal punishment was something Lissa did fairly frequently. Not least because she rather enjoyed replaying the event that she considered to be seminal, in fact it had formed a staple scene of her fantasy life over all the year since the actual event itself, sometimes just as it had been and other times embellished with suitable details. If she had thought back a bit further though there was the question of the trigger for that event, had there been one? When did that happen and why? The spiral winds on forever... ***** If you had to pick a date though it probably all began one hot May day when Lissa was 19, in her first year at university. Sociology often provided a basis for interesting discussions that spread beyond the seminar, on this particular day the topic was the use of corporal punishment by parents and schools, and the rights and wrongs of this. Some of the group had come out strongly in favour, in particular Joe (who Lissa was seeing at the time) saying that he had been smacked when he did things wrong and it had done him a lot of good, all of the usual arguments on either side had been brought out and aired thoroughly, there were no sweeping revelations and no dazzling new options were proposed, and eventually it settled down into the repetitive wrangling that all the old arguments dissolve into eventually. Lissa had never been smacked and didn't feel that she had behaved worse as a result; this was her only contribution to the discussion since it wasn't an issue on which she had strong feelings. In fact she had drifted off into some daydream or other, and five minutes after leaving the classroom had all but forgotten what the discussion had been about. It was maybe a week after that when it actually happened. And it went like this: 'I know you got off with James at that party on Saturday, I'm not stupid and anyway you were seen!' 'I didn't!I...' Lissa tried to protest her innocence but she wasn't too good at lying and the truth was that in fact she had snogged James at the party on Saturday. She decided to abandon protest, which wasn't working and concentrate on something else instead. 'Ok, OK I did. It's a fair cop. But I didn't mean too, I mean it wasn't deliberate, I...' 'Save it, I don't want to hear it. I'm out of here!' 'No please, you don't understand, he jumped on me, I got away as soon as I could, I didn't mean too....Joe...please!' She was running after him now. It wasn't supposed to end like this, it had been a one off, and he had taken her by surprise, and...Joe had stopped by the door and turned back to face her. She stopped to, the look on his face wasn't one she recognised. 'Joe?' He was smiling now, and she smiled back hesitantly before realising that this wasn't an 'it'll all be forgiven soon' smile, it was more like he'd had some thought that amused him greatly, one that she wasn't privy too. He headed back towards her, passed her by without a word and disappeared back into the Student common room for the Humanities Faculty, which was where they had started this disastrous conversation. She followed him more slowly, unsure what was happening, 'Joe?' 'I'm here. I'm waiting for you. You see I had a thought.' 'What? Silence. 'What was it Joe?' He was smiling that smile again, 'I thought this, if I walk out on you now you'll be upset for a little while but it won't really teach you not to do the same thing again will it? You'll forget all about this soon enough won't you?' Unsure what answer he wanted she said nothing but smiled uncertainly 'Won't you?' he shouted suddenly, 'Yes, yes Joe.' Whatever he wanted to end this scene so she could make it up to him, she was sorry. She truly was. 'So I decided that I'm going to make sure you don't forget it.' 'how...' she started to ask but the sentence was never finished. Before she could get out more than the first syllable he had seized her wrist, jerking her off balance he was able to sit down and pull her across his knees before she was recovered enough to protest. By then it was too late, he had her where he wanted her – namely face down over his lap, her legs trapped beneath one of his. And since he already had hold of one arm it was a simple matter for him to catch the other where it waved helplessly somewhere around his ankles and pin both of them neatly against her back, both her wrists held in one of his hands. So there she was, trapped. 'Look Joe, I understand you're angry..' she was trying to find a reasonable tone of voice. Trying but failing. As she said the word 'angry' she felt him raise the hem of the little summer dress she was wearing (since the day was so warm) and her voice rose to a squeak. 'Stop Joe, stop it! Stop it! Stop it!' she tried to wriggle and squirm but she was held securely. Joe didn't say anything but she felt his hand smoothing her skirt back, felt his eyes on her knicker-covered bottom, shuddered at the thought that he might remove them too. But he didn't, simply smoothed them with his hand. Even then she wasn't quite sure what he was intending to do, nothing like this had ever happened to her before and she only had the vaguest idea that this was the ideal position for a spanking. Even when he shifted his knees to raise her bottom more prominently she only half guessed so when the first slap collided with her buttocks with an almighty crack it was a total shock both to her mind and her flesh. She was so shocked she couldn't even call out and a few minutes later she didn't have any words left to say anyway because his hand kept falling, remorselessly, over and over and she could only gasp and whimper. She had neither the time nor the space to think of any words. She tried to wriggle but couldn't, she could barely move at all except to shift her bum up and down slightly which only seemed to help his exertions. It didn't matter anyway, soon all she could think of was the growing heat in her arse, it felt as if it was on fire and still his hand rose and fell, rose and fell covering not only her arse cheeks but straying down to her upper thighs as well. Joe found that he was enjoying himself. He had intended to let her up after a few spanks but now he knew that there was plenty more he wanted to do. He was angry with her, not just because of the kiss but because he had been defending her to his friends only the day before he found out about the party and now he felt stupid, she had made him look stupid and she needed to pay for that, and he would make sure she did. Also he couldn't stand cheats and he wanted to make sure that she wouldn't cheat on anyone again. Anyway this was fun. He looked down at her arse and saw the redness creeping out onto her thighs, heard the whimpers as his hand cracked down, felt her trying to struggle, trying to evade his spanks and felt his own power as he held her tightly. Time to take it to the next level he decided. His hand stopped falling, it took Lissa a few moments to recognise this, she couldn't hear anything but her own sobbing breath and her bottom was a mass of fierce stinging. But it did register slowly and she began to relax. Joe had been waiting for that moment, that relaxation of tension. As soon as he felt her relief that it was over he delivered ten more slaps, five on each cheek, hard and sharp. Just to get the message across. 'It's not over' he said flatly 'it won't be over for a while. Now I'm going to release your legs but before I do I need you to understand me, if you struggle or try to run away from me then what has just happened to your delectable arse will seem like a stroll on the beach. Do you understand? I am going to do what I intend to do regardless but it will be easier on you if you don't struggle. Are we clear?' she made no answer and he began spanking again, rhythmically punctuating his words 'do – you – understand – me?' Absorbed in this new rhythm it took him a while to realise that she was trying to answer. 'Yes Joe. Yes Joe.' In between the oohs and aahs as his blows fell. 'That's a good girl then'. He lifted the leg that had been trapping hers, sliding it back in under her legs so that she maintained her position over his lap. He had only one hand if he didn't want to let her go, and he definitely didn't want to do that. Still one hand should be plenty. He twisted that hand into the elastic of her panties, ignoring her gasp of horror. First he yanked them upwards, hard, so that the material disappeared into the crack between her arse cheeks and he could see the scarlet stain that already covered the soft flesh there. He yanked up harder, just to hear her squeak as the material pulled at her. She squeaked louder though when he began to pull the panties down. She struggled a little, in spite of what he had said. But he was prepared for that and held her easily, she didn't struggle half as hard as she had earlier anyway and he guessed that she was beginning to learn her lesson already. Ignoring her struggles as best he could he dragged the knickers down over her writhing bum. He had to work them over her hips gradually, and at one point had to reach under her body to free the material trapped between her hips and his thighs but once free of that obstruction he was easily able to slide them down to her knees, from where he knew they would work themselves off when she wriggled anyway. As he was doing this he noticed what perhaps he should have realised before, that the common room, empty as it had been when they began this now had some people in it. He didn't know how long they'd been there but he guessed since no-one had said anything that they were enjoying what they were watching. He also guessed that Lissa didn't know they were there and decided on the spur of the moment that it would increase her punishment if she did know, he remembered from several occasions at home that his sister always complained it was worse if he was there when mum or dad had to spank her so he looked across at the four or five witnesses, found one he knew and said hello. The greeting was returned, almost as casually with an enquiry as to whether the fun was over yet or not. 'Hell, no!' he responded with a grin as he felt Lissa stiffen in shock as she understood they were not alone. No-one said anything else but he felt their silent encouragement. Except Lissa of course, she was silently willing him to give up. But he had no intention of doing that. He looked down at her, half naked now across his lap. Her thighs were squeezed tightly together, protecting her modesty he supposed. Well he would make her forget all about that! He had raised his hand to begin when he noticed something sticking out of the top of her bag which lay on a nearby table. Her hairbrush, he knew it was wooden with a broad, flat back. Perfect. But could he reach it? He didn't want to have to make her get up and then get her back down again, she wasn't cowed enough yet to do that without a struggle. Leaning over as far as he could he still couldn't reach it. Oh well, no choice. 'Hey Alex' he called across the room 'Chuck me that mate' nodding in the direction of the bag. Alex grinned and guessing that the brush was what was required brought it over himself, taking the opportunity to grab a look at the smooth pinkened flesh stretched over his friends lap. He slapped Joe's shoulder as he took a seat, closer than he had been. Joe weighed the brush in his hand, it was everything he remembered from seeing her brush her hair. It would do very nicely. Lissa had no idea what Joe had asked Alex to get, her senses were still reeling from the fact that they were being watched, that people could see her in this humiliating position and as if that wasn't bad enough that they would soon see her writhing around in obedience to the blows he was inflicting, with hands that hadn't seemed so hard when she was holding them in hers mere hours ago. Hands! If only it was his hands; she knew at the first blow that he was using something else, the sensation it produced was much the same, although more intense but it was larger, harder than his hands and he seemed able to put more force behind it. Her legs were free this time, so she had more room to wriggle but that was it, she was still held firmly over his lap. She was also desperate to keep her legs closed but it seemed that he had other ideas, his spanks landed on her buttocks and thighs and they stung. She wouldn't have thought that her knickers had given her much protection but it seemed she was wrong, this stinging was worse and she couldn't stop herself from twisting and crying out and eventually, to her shame, she couldn't stop her legs from scissoring open as a particularly hard spank landed on a particularly sensitive spot. As soon as she did he began to strike at the inside of her thighs as well as the backs, ensuring her legs stayed apart, ensuring she was on display to him and to the watchers as well. Soon enough though she had ceased to care about that, although she could scarcely believe it. All she cared about was where the next smack would fall and the heat and pain in her arse. At last he stopped and surveyed his handiwork. Lissa lay limply across his knees, all the fight seemed to have gone out of her and he decided to push his luck and see exactly how far he could take this. He pushed her off him, she fell into a huddle on the carpet, making no effort to get up. He reached down and took hold of her face, pulling it round to look at him. She wouldn't meet his eyes, he grinned. She'd do it. 'Get up' he told her 'we're not finished'. She said nothing but stood up on legs that seemed a little trembly. Joe glanced quickly round the room, saw what he was after. 'Over there, kneel on that chair. Lean over the back of it.' She did as he told her, and didn't protest when he pulled her further forward over the low back so that her arse arched out more. She whimpered a little when he told her to open her legs but she did it, displaying herself obediently. He was a little stunned himself but he would carry it through to the end. He pulled his belt out of the loops of his jeans. Doubled it in his hands and made the leather snap against itself. 'Ten with this and its over' he said 'count them for me, and get it right or we'll start again'. 'Yes Joe.' She whispered. He would have to take a few practise swipes he decided, he had never used a belt in this way before and he needed some control. He lashed at a chair behind him and saw out of the corner of his eye Lissa jump as she heard it whap into the fabric. After four or five practise lashes he was reasonably confident it would land where he wanted it too. He lined himself up to his target, the blotched pink and red of her arse cheeks with the dark shadow of her cunt tantalisingly displayed between her well spanked thighs. This really was tremendously enjoyable he reflected drawing back his arm. He paused for a moment, enjoying the tension. And then he struck. To Lissa it felt as if a stripe of hot metal had suddenly been embedded in her flesh. 'Aaaaaah' she screamed and then 'One' as clearly as she could lest there be some mistake. The second blow fell before she was ready, if she could ever have been ready but she managed to count it properly and by the fifth blow she was well enough prepared to keep from crying out. Or so she thought, Joe was obviously not too pleased with this and the next three blows struck too quickly to count individually on almost exactly the same spot. 'six-seven-eight' she gabbled as soon as she was able, lest he decide that it would only count as one stroke. Only two more to go, she tensed her muscles, waiting for them, but Joe was watching her closely and waited until she relaxed again before he struck, taking her by surprise. The last two came close together and low down, she gasped out the count. It was over, finally over. She leaned on the back of the chair she was kneeling on, getting her breath back. Then she moved to get up, pull down her skirt, cover herself. Without warning the belt flicked out again, flicking across her buttocks and snapping against her hip, it wasn't as hard as some of the earlier blows but she wasn't expecting it and she cried out in pain and shock. 'Stay there until I tell you to move' Joe ordered. Unable to protest she resumed her former position. 'Stick that arse out further and spread your legs unless you want more of this!' he snapped the belt., 'No more, please Joe' she gasped pushing her bum out as far as she could and spreading her legs as wide as the seat would allow. 'Good' he said and she heard him move away to join his friends, heard their voices murmuring and occasionally laughter. She waited, she had no watch but skewing her eyes upwards she could just see the clock on the wall without moving her head. She watched the minutes tick by, how long would he make her stay like this, exposed, unable to rub her smarting bottom. And it was smarting, stinging like it had been stung by a thousand wasps and burning with heat. Gradually however she became aware that the heat in her bum was lighting a fire somewhere else, she was warm between her legs, warm and wet and getting more so. The more her arse stung, the more she dwelt on the humiliation she had been through that afternoon the more aroused she became. The minutes ticked on towards half an hour and she was now evenly divided between wanting to rub her sore bum and wanting to rub her tingling clitoris but she dared not move. She didn't ask herself why she was allowing this to happen to her, not then. She simply knew that she had to stay where she was until Joe told her she could move. Some forty minutes after he had finished chastising her Joe came over, he ran his hands over her naked flesh, noticing her arousal. He smiled to himself, he made no sexual move though, simply told her she was free to go and watched as she stood up and rearranged her clothes. He knickers had been lost somewhere over the other side of the common room but she made no attempt to reclaim them, merely headed straight out of the door. He knew somehow that she was heading for somewhere private, anywhere she could find, and that when she found it she would masturbate. He picked up the knickers, putting them in his pocket as a souvenir. He was right. Lissa charged into the toilet by entrance, slamming the door behind her and seated herself on the closed lid of the toilet. She had barely sat down before her fingers were burrowing in between her legs, she brought herself to not one but two explosive orgasms, barely able to keep quiet as they tore through her body. It was the first time she would cum over the memory but it was far from being the last. Joe never spoke to her again, although she tried to talk to him on several occasions he brushed her off with a knowing smile. What effect that afternoon's events had on him she never knew but their effect on her was enormous. She began to fantasise about being dominated, she started with events as they had been and then later began to elaborate on them, compounding her humiliation, involving the spectators as active participants in her punishment, making her own arousal part of the spectacle, making the punishment more extreme. These fantasies crowded out all others, even the humiliation she felt every time she saw one of the people who had been present on that day didn't dim the fire that had been lit and when they would slap her arse as a joke or make remarks about that afternoon she felt the wetness between her legs even as her face reddened. Although it would be a long time before she experienced such domination again it had marked her sexuality and she would retain those marks for the rest of her life. The Beginning For those who leave hateful comments and don't have the courage to put their contact details the joke is on you. After all why are you here? Why would you continue to read a story about a couple where the wife enjoys sexual freedom. For those other readers who have the honesty to acknowledge their inner desires this is a true story. It is an attempt to explain my feelings to my wife and her now regular lover. Obviously it's told from the husbands POV because I am the husband. The Dream My wife and I arrived at the motel and booked a room in the name of Mr and Mrs Berns. Armed with my wife's shampoo, razor, body wash, perfume, and wine we went up to the room. Having made the preparations I kissed my wife goodbye, told her to enjoy herself and left her to get herself ready for a man called James Berns. Tonight and for the next three weeks my wife was to be Mrs Berns. My Ignition point When I was about 30 I read a story that immediately caused me to become sexually aroused like never before. It was a story about a man who caught his wife in bed with another man. He stood, glued to the spot, unable to move. He was completely absorbed with the scene in front of him. He wasn't angry or even the slightest upset. He was aroused. Excited beyond belief. And, amazingly, he was filled with desire for his wife. He made a quiet exit and later spoke to his wife about what he had seen and his reaction. They decided to make it a permanent part of their sex life. She was be free to have sex with anyone she wished while her husband remained faithful to her. My response to this story was equally amazing. I was aroused beyond belief. I KNEW that this is what I wanted. Don't ask me why because I don't know. I can't explain it. I just want my wife to have the same freedom. I wanted her to have sex with another man or other men. Whatever and whenever she wants. Walking into the unknown After many years of suppression the desire for my wife to 'know' another man became exceptionally strong. I talked to her about it. Sue reaches out To say she was angry is an understatement and it took eight years before she finally realised that I was serious. After an intense weekend of talk she started to chat online with other men. As she became more comfortable she started chatting with a man who lived locally. Sue's first date with another man She met him for coffee then eventually in a secluded park. This was the real beginning. I They lissed. Not just a brief parting polite kiss. A kiss with passion. A sexual kiss. When she told me this I knew my dream would eventually come true. They met for lunch regularly and the sexy play grew more intense. They progressed and she met him in his office after hours. She was alone with another man They were alone. My wife was alone with another man and sex was on the agenda. I couldn't believe it and even today, simply writing about it, I shake with excitement and anticipation. I knew where she was and who she was with. What were they doing. How far would she go? I was in a state of constant arousal. My body shook with excitement and anticipation. I was hoping that she would come home and tell me that she had just had sex with another man. The intense excitement I felt was and is difficult to describe. Butter flies in my tummy. Hands shake a little. A stirring in my groin. Incredible sexual excitement. Finally they were alone and enjoying some privacy for the first time. Their passionate kisses progessed. Passion increased and soon they were both partly undressed. My wife's new man played with her bare breasts. He inserted his fingers into her body. For the first time in her life, Sue was experiencing intense sexual desire for a man other than me, her husband. Anticipation I waited at home. Alone. Wondering. Anticipating. Shaking. Aroused. Sue arrived home a couple of hours later than normal and she shyly related her experience to me. What she told me left me breathless. I knew it was just a matter of time before she went to bed with him. Questions Of course there were questions. Would the reality match the fantasy? Could I handle my wife naked and in bed with another man? Could I cope with the fact that she would sexually desire another man? Could I accept the fact that I would no longer be the only man to penetrate her body. Could I accept the fact that she was about to invite, welcome, desire another mans penis to be inside her, to ejaculate inside her. What if she falls in love with him? What is she doesn't want to stop? Could I cope with her wanting to spend a night with another man? The questions complex - the answer simple. I wouldn't know until she had sex with another man. The Beginning I was all of 18 and a bit full of myself. I had been attending this particular Gym for a few months now, reaping the rewards for all of my hard work. I felt confidant and soaked up compliments and praise, my ego grew as well as my strength. Although I loved all the attention and eyes upon me, I worked hard and intensely, pushed my limits and myself. My dedication was noticed by the "Gym Regulars", and soon I was taken under their wing and mentored. The group of hard, bulging men were impressive but only one really stood out to me. Geoff was quiet, almost appearing shy. He stood at around 6ft, muscular, but not overly done. He had an unusual look, tight curly blonde hair, fair complexion, light blue eyes. His torso was speckled everywhere with freckles, my hands seemed to beg to be able to touch his skin. I mentioned to a friend that I thought he was rather cute. "He must be gay" she teased, "he doesn't even glance your way" I made it my mission to find out all about this very private man. I made excuses to workout beside him, to ask for his help, his advice. Before too long we became "workout buddies". I enjoyed his quiet company, he wasn't a talker, but when he did choose to say something, it was intelligent and interesting and he always had my full attention. Our closeness was noticed around the gym. Our age difference was joked about, the 10yr or so difference didn't even occur to me, Geoff just brushed the jokes aside, nothing seemed to faze him, I admired him for that. It wasn't long before he asked me if I was interested in trying out his favourite sport, Rock-climbing. I jumped at the chance to accompany him. He picked me up early and we headed off to the climb-site. The sheer rock faces loomed ominously upwards as we approached the base. I was feeling a little apprehensive, thinking I was a bit out of my depth, and then a reassuring hand touched my shoulder. "Are you nervous?" Geoff looked amused at my discomfort. "No, just excited" I lied. His firm hands helped me into my harness; he pulled it tight, then tighter still. "Mmmmmmm" I giggled, he laughed! The rest of the day resulted in me being eased into the art of Rock-climbing, the sport was extremely tough and demanding, but I enjoyed the challenges that it presented, even more, I loved that Geoff was my teacher, he was there to catch me when I fell. Reluctantly the day came to a close, and we walked back to his car. "Hungry?" he asked. "Starving" I winked back at him. "I'll cook then," he stated, not waiting for any other response from me. His house was nice, neat and organised. Geoff motioned for me to sit as he created a quick light meal for two. We ate, had a glass of wine and then sat in comfortable silence. "Why have you pursued me?" he queried suddenly. I felt my face grow hot, blushing, had I been so obvious? "Don't go all shy on me now, I know you aren't!" his words teased me. "You interest me, I ummmm...., I like your .... ummmmmm ....silent strength" I managed to mutter. "hmmmmm" was all said. He stood in front of me, gently pulling me to my feet, a hand slid firmly around to the small of my back and pulled me closer. His other hand moved to the base of my neck, he bent and kissed me gently, softly, lightly. I kissed him back, wanting more of him, my senses melting into his taste. He pulled back, looked into my eyes, took my hand and led me into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, pulled his shirt over his head, I stood there, rooted to the spot, unable to move my eyes from his bare shoulders, slowly moving my gaze down his spine. He looked back at me "Come then, I can't have you all sweaty now can I!" His light eyes sparkled as he took a step closer. Again he kissed me, a little harder this time, my head swooned. He lifted off my t-shirt and undid my bra in one motion. I felt my bare nipples brush against the hardness of his skin, feeling the heat. I stepped out of my shorts and followed him into the shower, led by the hand. The steaming hot water splashed onto our bodies, stinging slightly. We washed quickly, not groping, not lingering in the same place for too long, feeling an intense urge for more. Then he was out. "Don't be long" he said, looking me up and down before shutting the door. Was that it? My mind was fuzzy, confused and worried that I had done something wrong, I finished off quickly, turned off the shower and stepped out. He was there, waiting, towel in hand, his eyes upon me, making me feel aware of my nakedness, vulnerable, scared and intimidated. "Do you want me?" he demanded harshly. "ahhh, ummmm...." I started stammering. "Do you want me, My little Wild Rose?" He said, easing his tone. "Yes" I murmured, gulping hard, my head held low. "Say it again" he rumbled, taking my chin and raising my face, locking my eyes to hold his gaze. "Yes, I want you" I said slowly and clearly, more focused. He kissed me passionately, tongue searching and finding mind. His taste, his smell intoxicating me. His arms embraced and surrounded me completely, making me safe, lifting me onto his bed. He took me, all of me, hard and soft, slow and fast, rough and gently, every way he desired. I was his, every ounce of me ached and yearned for more of him. Geoff was to teach me many things over the next few months, things I had never been aware of. He opened my eyes, my heart, my soul. He showed me my strength in my submission to him... the power that I had to offer. The Beginning THE BEGINNING Carly Adams walked her two children to the end of the cul-de-sac to catch the school bus. Her two young daughters, aged 10 and 12, had the good fortune of inheriting their mother's striking good looks. Having recently turned 37, the slim and sexy soccer mom was constantly mistaken for a much younger woman. Very petite, barely topping 5 feet tall, her jet black hair was styled in a classic concaved bob cut, parted on the side, long side bangs flowing down to curl erotically just under her jaw line. Her almond shaped, piercing brown eyes and dark complexion gave her an alluring Asian caste, her breasts pert and firm, her ass tiny and tight. Kissing her children goodbye, she watched the bus pull away before heading back up the tree-lined street. Carly lived in one of the newer subdivisions in Middleton, and although her house was only a few years old and had been a prominent entry in last year's home show, she had convinced her husband to seriously upgrade the the bathroom in the master suite. A sizeable cash outlay would cover the mosaic tiling, marble sinktops, a large shower stall with body spray and rain head fixtures and a two person multi-jet tub. Her husband was becoming frustrated with the pace of the project but the contractor was expected out later in the day to see to the finishing touches. "So you're sure he'll finish up today?" he asked as he finished his coffee, grabbing his briefcase. "That's what I understand." Carly replied. "Sweetie . . . it hasn't been that bad, I mean we have four other bathrooms to use . . . and you have to admit . . . it looks fantastic!" "Yeah . . . you're right. I had my concerns when he started . . . It seemed like there were stretches that nothing was getting done . . . plus the fact Jesse's not the most experienced guy, what is he 24 . . .25?" "But he's the best . . ." Carly interjected. "Now you get to work . . . you're going to be late . . . maybe we can try out the tub after the kids go to bed!" she added with a sexy smile. Carly's husband gave her a quick kiss on the lips, his hand reaching down to squeeze her shapely butt. "I like the way you think . . . Love you." he said heading out the door. Carly was known as one of the best dressed women in Middleton, and she took several shopping trips a year to cities like Chicago and New York to update her vast wardrobe. Pulling off her green Victoria's Secret zippered hoodie, she undid the the drawstring on her matching velour pants and padded naked into the large walk-in closet filled with her designer clothes and more shoes then you would find in most retail stores. Dragging her forefinger along the long row of blouses and tops, Carly frowned in concentration, not finding exactly what she had in mind for the day. As she approached the line of demarcation between her clothes and her husband's, an idea quickly sprang to mind. She reached for the garment, smiling with satisfaction at her choice. SIX MONTHS EARLIER One: Carly was talking to Sue Karns, one of the other mothers at her daughter's soccer game who mentioned that she was going to Easton on a shopping trip with a few of her friends. When Carly heard that one of the usual quartet couldn't make the trip, probably looking more forward than intended, Carly asked if she might tag along, having some things to return to Nordstrom's. Although initially caught off-guard by the request, Sue realized that she couldn't very well say no, given the fact Carly was such a sweet lady, and assured her she was more than welcome. Carly knew one of the other ladies, Michelle Hall, from various school functions and while she had never formally met the last girl in their group, she did know of her, seeing her at Mass most every Sunday. Carly was going through last minute instructions with her husband as she waited for her ride to show. "I've got all the meals marked in the freezer and don't forget that Laura's got a soccer game at noon on Saturday . . ." "Babe . . . you're only going to be gone two nights . . . I think I can manage." her husband interrupted with a smile. "I think I saw a car pull in . . . Go . . . Have fun!" Carly smiled back and gave him a quick peck, grabbing her bag and heading out to the driveway. She saw a black BMW X-5 and as she approached, the driver, a stunningly beautiful petite blonde, climbed out of the SUV opening the back hatch. "Hi Carly . . ." she said smiling brightly, deep blue eyes set beautifully against dark smoky eyeshadow. "I'm Randi Boehmon!" Two: Michelle and Sue were in the back, so during the drive, Carly fell into an easy conversation with her new shopping buddy. Randi, already in her forties, was maybe a shade taller than Carly, with long blonde highlighted hair. Very slim and fit, her slender legs extended beneath a smart looking denim skirt. Not busty by any measure, Randi's breasts were perky and firm. Carly found that the two of them had much in common. Both were married with two children, although Randi's were older, her son already in college. Each shared a passion for good wine and sexy shoes. Their husbands were quite successful, and while Carly was a stay at home mom, Randi held an executive position at a local electronics firm. Glancing over at Carly, Randi commented "I just adore your hair! . . . ", referring to her sexy bob cut,"It looks so cute on you!" "Thank you . . . My girl does a fantastic job, doesn't she? . . . You know . . . your hair has the same texture as mine . . . I'm sure she'd love to give you a new look if you like." Randi nodded her head in agreement. "I'm honestly giving that some thought . . . I'm due for something new . . . I was even thinking about going even a little more blonde . . . maybe even a platinum shade." Carly assured Randi that she would look incredible with such a change. After arriving at the open air shopping complex, the girls hit it hard, burning up their plastic. After a quick stop for lunch, Carly found herself at Nordstrom's looking at shoes with Randi. Carly was trying on a pair of Jimmy Choo's, the peeptoe platform slingback had a leopard print suede and a 5 inch stiletto heel. As she was modeling them in front of the small floor level mirror, Carly heard Randi comment "Darling . . . those look incredible on you . . . You certainly have the legs for a heel that size." Carly felt herself blushing at the compliment, "Oh . . . I don't know . . . Don't you think they look a little . . . you know . . . slutty?" With a serious look on her face, Randi responded "You say that like it's a bad thing." Carly picked out four other pair of shoes and as they were checking out, was suprised to notice that Randi was buying the shoes she had modeled earlier. "Here . . . " she said handing the bag to Carly " . . . These are for you." "Oh . . . Randi . . . I can't accept these . . . Did you see how much they were?" Carly was stunned by her generosity, remembering the shoes were very expensive. "Look . . . We wear the same size . . . if you decide you don't love them . . . and I mean LOVE them!" she emphasized in a comic tone, "You can give them back to me . . . and I'm not the least bit concerned about their cost." Three: Randi had told Carly earlier that they would be sharing a room and she had been impressed with the size of the suite when they checked in. Two king-sized beds with a large sitting area, plush leather furniture with a good-sized wet bar and marble countertops. Carly had just poured herself a Chardonnay when Randi came into the room. She looked fantastic in a midnight blue polo halter dress, her tanned and toned shoulders on glorious display. She had used a flat-iron on her long, blonde hair, and her lips glistened in a deep, red shade. Her slender legs were accented by a pair of gold platform slides with a 4 inch heel. Carly poured Randi a glass of wine and commented "Randi . . . you look fabulous! That dress fits you like a second skin!!" "I know it's a little short . . . but what the hell!" Randi grinned, looking at herself over her shoulder in the large mirror in the front room of the suite. "Love your blouse, by the way." Carly was wearing a tight pair of cropped jeans with a rolled cuff, sitting low on her hips, a pair of ankle-strap sandals, and a black corset top with cap sleeves and lace details, a thin strip of her taut tummy peeking out beneath. They were meeting Michelle and Sue for a light dinner at Smith & Wollensky's. Randi sipped her wine. "Now when Andrea comes with us . . . " referring to the missing member of their group ". . . . she and I usually split a filet, but if you are not that hungry . . . they've got a nice shrimp cocktail." "That sounds good" Carly responded. "I don't eat alot of red meat anymore . . . Why couldn't Andrea make it?" Carly thought she detected a sly grin tug at the corner of Randi's glossy lips before she answered. "Andrea? . . . Oh . . . she had the chance to go to Florida with a . . . friend . . . of hers. She's looking at vacation property. Are you ready to go?" Randi was right, Carly loved the shrimp cocktail, the horseradish was freshly ground providing a sharp, clean bite. She and Randi were finishing off the third bottle of wine the table had ordered and Carly was becoming unsettled by the odd vibe she had picked up between Sue and Michelle. At first she attributed this to the healthy buzz the wine had given her. Sue had used a wet-looking gel on her short brown hair, pushing it back from her face in a Euro-trash fashion. She wore very little make-up and her wonderful figure was nearly unrecognizable in a blouse that was at least a size to large and a pair of loose fitting jeans. Michelle looked fantastic, her luxurious black mane in a tight ponytail causing her high, sharp cheekbones and alluring green eyes to be on erotic display. She was showing a serious amount of cleavage, the hem of her skirt falling just below the sexy curve of her ass. Carly caught them whispering to each other in low tones, smiling as if they were sharing some intimate secret. When they excused themselves shortly after finishing their meal, saying they were ready to call it a night, Carly looked at Randi with a questioning look in her eye as they left the table, Sue shadowing Michelle in a possessive manner. Randi smiled and took a long pull from her wineglass. Shrugging her shoulders dismissively, she joked "What happens in Vegas . . .!" They sexy soccer moms finished their wine and Randi took care of the check over Carly's strong objection. As they started to walk back to their room, Randi advised "I'm a bit of night owl . . . If you want . . . you can go on back to the room . . . I don't mind." "No . . . It's a gorgeous night . . . I feel great . . . " Randi breathed deeply, then exhaled slowly causing Carly to think she may have been imposing on her new friend, but then Randi smiled brightly and said "Good . . . I'm meeting some friends at Bar Louie's . . . I'm sure they would love to meet you!" Four: They got a seat at a small table outside and ordered a couple of pomegranate cosmopolitans. As the waiter left, Randi pulled a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s out of her purse. Cracking the top of the hard box, she looked at Carly and asked "Do you mind? . . . Sometimes I like to have cigarette when I drink." "No . . . not at all." Carly assured her. "I think I lived on cigarettes and expresso one summer I spent in Italy. I never smoked in front of my mom or dad, though." she added. "I never smoke in front of my husband either . . . " Randi confided, before placing the long cigarette between her wetly shining lips, sparking an expensive looking gold lighter. Dragging deeply and releasing a thin stream up into the night air, she propped her elbow on the side of the table and smiled, her sultry blue eyes glinting with mischief, "A girl's got to have a some secrets . . . Don't you think?" Later, as they were considering ordering a second round, Randi's beautiful face lit up in recognition and Carly turned around on her bar stool to where Randi's attention was being directed. A big, powerfully built young man was returning Randi's smile as he worked his way towards them. Over six feet tall, the strapping youth had broad, muscular shoulders tapering in a "V" to lean hips. His light brown hair was worn long, below his bull neck, his jawline firm and smooth. Randi squealed happily and jumped up to greet him, throwing her arms over his shoulders as he bent over to take the petite MILF in his arms. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, and a long hug, beaming up at him when he finally released her. Turning to Carly, she said "Jordan . . . I'd like you to meet my friend Carly . . . Carly . . . this is Jordan. He and my son Jake worked the same football camp last summer and became good friends. He plays for Penn State." Jordan offered Carly his hand, giving her a sexy smile in greeting. Leaning down to Randi's ear, he lowered his voice but Carly overheard his conversation, even over the din of the crowded bar. "I'm sorry . . . I thought you were coming by yourself this time . . . I brought a buddy like you suggested . . . you know, so the three of us could . . . " Randi interrupted him "No . . . it's okay . . . really . . . it's okay." Turning back to Carly smiling broadly, she asked "Jordan's family lives here and he has a friend from school visiting. You don't mind if he joins us, do you Sweetie?!" Carly quickly shook her head. "No . . . not at all!" having to physically pull her eyes away from the gorgeous young man, realizing that she had probably had way too much to drink. Jordan raised his hand, motioning to another young man who was standing near the bar. Slightly shorter than Jordan, he was thicker across the chest and shoulders, his muscular thighs tight against the distressed demin of his jeans, his biceps bulging in a brown Tap-out t-shirt. Jordan introduced his friend Bryan to the lovely MILFs, telling them that he was a standout on the Nittany Lions rugby squad. Carly sensed a calm confidence about the young man that she found very attractive and he fell into an engaging conversation with the dark haired wife and mother. The waiter brought drinks for everyone, and Carly became aware of the fact that Randi and Jordan had withdrawn into their own little world as they stood next to one another by the little table. Randi's face was flushed, her conversation animated, her lips inches from the young man, her blue eyes intense. When she reached for another cigarette, he quickly grabbed her lighter, her hand resting lightly on top of his as she leaned slightly forward, bringing the tip of her cigarette to the flame he had struck. Carly excused herself to use the ladies room, and as she made her way back to their table, she was caught by suprise to find Jordan with his hand up the back of Randi's short dress, squeezing one of her tight little ass cheeks, her friend gazing up at her young stud, her eyes heavy with lust. They spotted Carly as she approached and Jordan quickly slid his hand out from under her skirt. "There she is . . .!" Randi called out. "I just invited the boys back to our room for a quick nightcap . . . Is that okay with you?" she added with a questioning, but hopeful look on her face. "Ahh . . . Sure . . . I don't mind" Carly managed to sputter, not wanting to disappoint her roomate, but very uncomfortable with eroticism that surrounded her. Feeling like she was being pulled along by a rushing river, she and Bryan made small talk as they followed Randi and Jordan back to the hotel. Randi had her arm looped tightly through Jordan's, her head sometimes resting against his rounded shoulder, her shapely ass wiggling as she strutted on her high heels. Jordan leaned down to whisper something in Randi's ear causing the petite blonde to throw her head back, releasing a loud laugh, before pulling herself even closer against the young man, her small, firm breasts digging into his side. Five: Back at the hotel suite, Randi tossed her purse on the couch and made her way to the bar to begin mixing some gin and tonics. Carly sat on one of the bar stools while Bryan sat next to her. After pushing a couple of glasses across the marble top to her friend, Randi picked up the two remaining tumblers and walked slowly and seductively to where Jordan was standing. The sexy cougar stopped just in front of him, her already stiff nipples pushing out of her dress, brushing tantalizingly against his shirt. Jordan gazed down at her with a knowing smile on his lips, and as Carly looked on, dropped his jaw, extending just the tip of his tongue invitingly. Randi arched her eyebrows playfully, threw her head back and raised up on her toes to cover his mouth with hers, sucking his tongue into her mouth, still holding the two glasses in her hands. They kissed deeply and tenderly, their lips smacking, a soft moan slipping from Randi's mouth. Randi broke from their hot embrace to quickly set the glasses on the coffe table, before hungrily pulling Jordan back to her, both her hands on the side of his face as their kisses became much more passionate, tongues searching. Jordan slowly brought one of his big mitts up to cup Randi's breast, running a thumb over her nipple. He pushed her long, blonde hair back over her shoulder, brushing his lips along the side of her face, planting a trail of kisses down her lithe neck. Randi arched her a head back releasing a long, low growl, as Jordan began to suck the soft skin of her shoulder causing her pussy to tingle. Carly was captivated by her friend's wanton behavior, looking on in stunned silence as Jordan slid his hand under Randi's dress and between her legs. Carly had completely forgotten about Bryan until she was startled by the touch of his hands softly gliding up her arms. When she tried to lean away from him, she felt his strong hands begin to massage the tense area between her neck and shoulders, becoming frightened by how good he felt. She felt her body begin to respond to his knowing touch, becoming light-headed as waves of tension flew from her body, replaced with a sense of contentment tinged with erotic excitement. "Just relax . . . " he whispered, his breath warmly caressing her ear. "Relax . . . We're not going to do anything you don't want to do!" he assured her in a soft, sexy tone. "I promise." Closing her eyes, Carly's body shuddered in surrender, his hands moving lower down her back seemingly pinpointing every spot of discomfort on her body like they had been long time lovers. Time seemed to stand still and when she dreamily opened her eyes she found that Jordan was sitting on the couch, completely naked, with Randi kneeling between his legs, gazing longingly at the incredibly long cock she was firmly stroking, the diamonds in her wedding band glittering from the light flung by the table side lamp. Randi leaned forward and slowly drug the tip of her tongue up his engorged shaft, from his balls to the sensitive underside of his crown-shaped head,sucking at the "V", pleased at his excited response. She slowly licked him over and over, clearly teasing the young man. Being driven crazy by the slutty blonde, Jordan grabbed her head with both his hands, pulling her lovely face over his straining cock, groaning as she took him into her mouth and deep into her throat. Her head began to bob in a steady, practiced rhythm, using her mouth, lips and tongue expertly as she slurped his young, thick cock, moaning with lust as if she was savoring a decadent dessert. Randi pulled her lips away with an audible pop, sucking wetly at the saliva that had built up in her mouth as she vigorously stroked her young stud. "Mmmmmmm . . . Baby . . . I missed your big cock so much . . . so did my pussy!!!!!" she whispered breathlessly. "I can't wait to have you back inside me!!!!" The Beginning She cupped his heavy, smooth ball sack in one hand, pulling his cock up with the other so she could suck one of his egg-sized balls into her mouth. She snorted and snuffled as she worked his balls before taking his thick shaft back into her mouth, both hands now working in unision with her lips. Carly was completely mesmerized as she watched Randi blow her son's friend, as impressed wtih her obvious oral skills as she was stunned by her slutty actions. Carly felt herself tense up briefly when she felt Bryan's lips on the side of her neck, his hands still gently massaging her back. "No . . . Please . . . Don't do that . . . I'm married and . . . " she started to tell him as she turned her head around only to find herself returning his hot kisses as he pressed his lips against hers. Carly threw her arms over his broad shoulders, her tongue thrust deeply into his mouth, spreading her legs as she felt his hand begin to slide up her thighs towards her aching pussy. She turned her face to allow him to tenderly kiss her cheek and opened her eyes to watch as Randi's hands disappeared up under her dress to peel away her tiny thong, tossing it aside as she straddled Jordan's lap, reaching back with her right hand to guide his swollen cock to her hungry pussy as she steadied herself with her other hand on his shoulder. Randi inhaled sharply through her nose as he slid his cock deep inside her sugar walls, her eyes shut, a contented sneer on her wetly shining lips as she began to fuck him, bouncing up and down on his lap, both of Jordan's hands up to squeeze her lovely tits. Randi tilted his face upwards with her hands on the side of his face, lowering her lips to his, "completing the circuit" as their tongues touched with a spark, her tight, tiny ass rolling on top of his muscular thighs. Carly felt her heart pounding in her chest as Bryan tenderly sucked on her neck, one hand on her breast, the other between her legs. When he moved to unsnap her jeans, Carly pulled away, her eyes open wide as she tried to catch her breath and regain control. Looking deeply into the handsome young man's eyes, she saw a hunger and passion that she knew was reflected by her own. "Not here . . . " she said, standing and taking him by the hand. "I can't do this here . . . " she told him as she lead him into the bedroom. Six: At the doorway, Bryan pulled her back into his arms, kissing her deeply, his hands around her slim waist. Carly returned his kisses with an almost animalistic intensity, her hands reaching for his belt. Naked on the bed, Carly stared up at the hotel ceiling, her body trembling from Bryan's knowing touch, her pussy soaking wet with anticipation. Bryan was softly suckling a stiff nipple, his hand gently stroking the inside of her luscious thigh. He ran his tongue in a circle around her brown aureole, before shifting lower on the bed so he could lick and kiss the underside of her breast where it met her ribcage. He smiled as Carly released a long, low moan, her hands on the back of his head, pulling him hard against her sexy form. He used the tip of his tongue on her cute little "innie", before sucking the soft skin of her navel into his mouth, his fingers now pushing past her swollen labia, the pad of his hand lying across the closely trimmed triangle of her pubic bush. Bryan knelt on the side of the bed and Carly eagerly scooted her ass to the edge of the mattress as he lifted one leg over his head. She felt like she was going to explode as he teased her, running his tongue up the inside of her thigh as his fingertips worked the inside of her slick pussy walls. When he finally covered her with his mouth, his tongue searching for her swollen clit, Carly's body shook uncontrollably, her fingers playing with her hard nipples, as she ground her hips against his face. "Ahhh . . . God . . . Ohhhh . . . God!!!!" Carly groaned as he licked her pussy , her pulse racing, eyes screwed shut, her cute little ass squirming. "Aaaahhh . . . Shit . . . That feels . . . so . . .GAWDD!!!" her voice rising, one hand on the back of his head as she felt her pussy spark. Bryan sucked her clit hard, his fingers plunging rapidly into her sloppy slit and he felt her thighs sqeeze against the side of his head, her sexy body now in spasms. "Oh God . . . OH . . . OH . . . OH!!!!" Carly screamed as she rode the crest of her orgasm, not remembering when she had ever cum this hard, her body clenched up in a ball, then relaxing, her thighs quivering with excitement. Carly was still trying to catch her breath when she felt Bryan moving from between her legs. When she opened her eyes she saw that he was now standing, stroking his long, hard cock as he lifted one of her legs to his shoulder. He slid the fat crown of his dick into her still pulsing pussy, and lifted her other leg, leaning forward as he pushed into her, his forearms braced behind the back of her knees. In this position, with his knees spread apart, Carly's pussy was slanted upward to allow Bryan to pump his cock down hard into her married womb, her hands grasping the back of his thick thighs. Carly raised her head to watch as he fucked her, his shaft wetly glistening with her juices. She fell back on the bed and smiled, loving the feeling of being dominated as her young lover slowly began to fuck her, her labia stretching to accommodate his massive girth. Bryan pressed his lips to hers and she eagerly sucked his tongue into her mouth, her moans softly muffled as they kissed. He fucked her with abandon as she clung to his straining buttocks, grinding her hips lustily against him. "Give it to me . . . .!!" she whispered. "Yes . . . God . . . Yes!!!!!" Bryan picked up the pace of his thrusts and Carly could hear him grunting as he slammed into her, her pussy squeezing him, feeling that he was close. "That's it . . . That's it, Baby . . . Give it to me . . . Give it to me . . . I wanna feel you!!!" she pleaded with him, her voice thick with passion. "I wanna feel you cum inside me!!!" Bryan sat back on his knees, removing his arms from behind Carly's legs and laid on top of her, feeling her breasts press against his deep chest. Carly pulled her knees up, resting her tiny feet on the back of his thighs as he began to roughly fuck her, her juices running in a stream down between her ass cheeks. She could hear the young man breathing rapidly through his nose, and she felt his cock stiffen inside her. With a loud groan, he covered her mouth with his, driving his tongue into her mouth, her ankles now locked around his waist, her hands grasping the back of his broad shoulders. She felt a hot sticky rope of jizz splash into her pussy, Carly rolling her hips as he came, pulling every drop of his seed out of his cock as it jerked reflexively between her legs. His kisses became more tender as his orgasm waned, their lips smacking as their tongues dueled, Bryan looking deeply into the eyes of the beautiful soccer mommy. When he pushed himself up onto his elbows, they noticed for the first time that Randi and Jordan where standing next to the bed, both of them stark naked. Jordan was behind and to the side of the tiny, sexy blonde as she slowly stroked his insanely long cock with an underhand grip, aiming it at Carly like a loaded gun. As Carly looked up at her friend, she started to speak but Randi put her index finger against her lips. "I had a suspicion about you . . . All you needed was a little push . . . someone to show you the way! Trust me . . . This is just the beginning!!!" She smiled warmly at Carly, slowly lowering her lips to hers. The two cougars kissed softly, the tip of Randi's tongue darting into her mouth. After a few moments, she raised her head, pulling Jordan's cock towards Carly as Bryan slid off her. Carly quickly rolled over on her stomach, raising herself on her elbows as Jordan knelt on the side of the mattress. She took him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on the offered treat, his shaft between her outstretched palms as if she was in prayer. Randi sat next to Bryan on the bed taking his now stirring cock into her hand. Lowering her head, speaking directly to plum sized crown, she joked in a seductive tone "I don't think we've met!!!" THE NEXT EVENING Randi was helping Carly put the finishing touches on her eye make-up, her long lashes and smoky eye shadow dramatically highlighting her gorgeous face in a terribly sexy manner. Randi looked deliciously slutty in a black camisole top and tight jeans, teetering on a pair of T-strap sandals with 4 1/2 inch heels. Her long blonde, highlighted hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, her blue eyes piercing, her pouty lips glistening in cinnamon shade. As she checked her work on Carly's eyes with the critical eye of a professional, she grinned. "I checked on the girls earlier. Michelle was passed out . . . naked of course . . . on the bed and I heard Sue in the shower. I saw a double headed dildo and a strap-on on the floor." She continued "The dildo . . . I've tried a time or two . . . but the strap-on . . . " Randi shook her head and sighed dreamily. "I like boys way too much . . . the way they taste . . . and feel . . .!" her voice trailing off. Carly laughed in response and grabbed her tiny handbag. She was wearing a tight, shiny metallic silver mini-dress with shoulder straps, complimented by a close fitting faded denim jacket, cut high at her waist. She was wearing the leopard print platform Jimmy Choo's Randi had bought for her, and her stiletto heels clicked across the tiled floor as she followed Randi out the door. As they waited for the elevator, Randi reached over to brush Carly's shoulder length side bangs away from her face, remarking again "I really do love your hair . . .!" As the doors shut, she added, "You know . . . I know a lot of boys back in Middleton that would love meet you . . .!!!" Back at the bar, Randi ordered two glasses of white wine and pulled the distinctive green and white hard pack containing her cigarettes from her Coach purse extending her hand towards her new fuck buddy. Carly slid the offered cigarette out of the box, flippng it between her fingers, then leaned into the flame Randi had struck for her. She took a long, slow drag, holding the smoke in her lungs before releasing a thin stream up into the air. The two MILFs chatted as they smoked, sipping their wine from long stemmed glasses, both aware of the attention they were getting from the young men around the bar. Randi took a long drag and exhaled slowly as she tapped an ash, before getting to her feet saying: "You're on your own, Darling! I'm sure I'll see you back at the room!!!" BACK TO THE BEGINNING One: Carly was lying on her bed beside Jesse, the young contractor, her knees pulled up, legs splayed wide to allow him to push his fingers deep into her soaking wet snatch as she slowly stroked his thick, hard cock. She was drinking long, deep kisses from his wonderful lips, her tongue gliding over over his as her tiny ass began to squirm in response to his touch. She had met him at the door wearing only one of her husband's long-sleeved dress shirts and her slutty stiletto heels. Now naked, but for her sexy shoes, Carly kissed her way down his lean, muscular frame, getting to her knees as she lifted his shaft to her wetly shining lips, sliding him into the warm wetness of her mouth. He put one hand on the back of her head as she blew him, her cheeks hollowing, her head bobbing. Carly swung one slender leg over him, reaching behind her butt to grab the base of his straining dick, bringing it between her legs. As she felt him push into her married pussy, she arched the small of her back, rubbing her swollen clit against her young lover's pubic bone, gasping as bolts of pleasure shot through her body. She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing, her breathing becoming fast and shallow. Carly fell onto his smooth chest, their arms outstretched above their head, her fingers interlaced with his as she covered his mouth with hers, his tongue pushing hotly past her lips. He reached and grabbed the twin globes of her ass and squeezed them hard against his thick pole, fucking her as they kissed, sensuous moans escaping from Carly. Later, he positioned her on all fours on the side of the bed, allowing him to stand and fuck her doggy style. "Aaaaahhh . . . Shit, Baby . . . . Your cock feels so fucking great!!!! . . . Fuck me, Baby . . . Fuck me!!!!!!" "You're my little cum slut . . . aren't you Bitch!! . . . My rich little whore!!!! he told her, his voice thick through gritted teeth. "Yes, Baby . . . I'm your slut . . . All yours . . . Just keep . . . fucking me like . . . . FUCK!!!!!" Carly felt the first pulse of her orgasm push through her body. Jesse drove his cock ruthlessly into the married mother of two, his muscular thighs slapping against her tight ass. "Ahhh . . . Fuck . . . Carly . . .!!!!!" he stammered pulling out of her steaming, wet pussy, moving quickly to the side of the bed. Still on all fours, Carly felt her young lover reach to the back of her head, turning her face back around at a sharp angle. She took the bulbous crown of his cock between her lips, sucking hard as she could, as he exploded with a force nearly causing her to choke. She siphoned rope after sticky rope of his load, swallowing greedily, as his cock jerked in her mouth. Looking up at Jesse, his shaft still in her mouth, Carly was pleased to see the young man with his head arched backward,eyes screwed shut, his fingers digging into the back of her pretty little head. She slurped the last of his cum, her tongue now running circles around his cock causing him to shudder. Carly lustily smacked her lips, using her ring finger to push a small globule of jizz from the corner of her lips into her mouth. "Mmmmmm . . . Baby . . . You taste so wonderful!!!" she cooed in a little girl's voice. "Mommy loves what her little boy does for her!!!" Two: Carly sat up against the headboard and ran the thin applicator brush over her luscious lips, coating them in a thick cover of sparkling, shiny gloss. She pulled a pack of Capri 120s out of her bedside drawer and lit one, exhaling a large plume up towards the vaulted ceiling in the expensively decorated master suite she shared with her husband . . . and a rapidly expanding list of younger lovers. She heard Jesse pissing in the toilet he had been paid to install and took another long, slow drag of her cigarette as she heard her Blackberry tone indicating that she had received a text. Scrolling through, her wetly shining lips formed into a pleased smile, seeing a message from one of the boys Randi had introduced to her upon their return to Middleton. He was a heavily muscled young man with beautiful dark skin that had played football with Randi's son in high school. She sighed happily as her memory recreated the threesome they had shared the first night she met him. After smoking a joint, something she hadn't done since college, Carly laid back as her body was played like a fine musical instrument, her pussy pulled into long, intense orgasms by either Randi's lips or the young man's thick black cock. As she returned his text, agreeing to meet with him this weekend, she was startled when Jesse asked "Who is that?" "Oh . . . just a friend. " Carly responded smiling at the knowing look on his face, realizing she had been caught in a little white lie. But he knew, given how quickly she had made it clear that she was available to him, that he wasn't her first, or only lover for that matter. Having grown up in Middleton, he had learned early on to spot the signs of a married woman on the make. In fact,it was becoming increasingly rare for him not to be fucking the wives of one of his clients in this affluent, and sex crazy, suburb. "Well . . . " he said sliding into bed next to her. "If I know you . . . he won't be just a friend for long." Carly laughed and slid an arm under his hard, lean frame, kissing him softly on the lips before kissing her way down his neck to his smooth chest, taking a nipple into her mouth. He inhaled sharply as she began to slowly stroke his stirring cock with the hand holding her long cigarette between two extended fingers. "Since I'm done with your bathroom, did you want to try out the tub or shower before I go?" Carly raised her head, shaking her sexy side bangs away from her beautiful face before putting her chin on his chest, looking up towards the ceiling, her brow wrinkled in thought. Her decision made, she kissed him quickly but deeply and rolled out of bed, teetering slightly on her stiletto heels as she strutted through the large bedroom, her young lover's eyes captivated by the inviting sway of her great ass. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she told him "It's a lot easier to fuck in the shower." "I like the way you think!" he replied, quickly following the sexy MILF into the bathroom he had been working on for over two months. Three: Carly threw on a pair of tight jeans and a baby-doll top after being ravaged by the young contractor in her brand new shower stall. She fixed her make-up as he gathered his tools and walked him to the door where she fell into his arms. Their lips smacked softly, their tongues danced, her arms flung over his shoulders as he cupped her ass in his strong hands, her perky breasts pressed between them. He had only been gone a few minutes, when Carly, upstairs stripping the bed, heard her doorbell ring. She exhaled loudly, her shoulders slumping, a tired looking grin forming as she laughed to herself. Jesse was notorious for returning after he left, begging for one last juicy blow job or a quickie with Carly bent over the $4,000 couch in her living room. She almost always gave in, unable to say no to the young man's incredible cock. Opening the door, Carly started to voice an objection "Baby . . . My kids will be home soon . . . " she said into the eyes of a confused young man wearing a Meyer's Landscaping shirt. He couldn't have been more than 21 or 22 and his big muscular frame stressed the buttons on his shirt and the sleeves covering his swollen biceps. He had short blonde hair and deep green eyes, his teeth flashing white as he smiled. "Mrs. Adams . . . I'm Taylor Jennings. We had an appointment for 3:00?" Carly couldn't help but give the luscious young man a quick once over, pleased to discover a fat bulge in the crotch of his jeans. "Oh . . . Yes . . . I'm sorry. I almost forgot. Please . . . Call me Carly." she managed to sputter, offering her hand, her pussy tingling as he took it in his big paw. "Let me show you what I was hoping to have done." One Week Later: Carly was kneeling by the side of her bed, her head bobbing back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm, slobbering over the thick cock of the young landscaper, his pants pooled at his ankles. She had one hand cupping a rock hard ass cheek as her other hand worked his wetly shining shaft in unision with her loving mouth. Her eyes closed in concentration, a deep moan rising to his ears. She pulled her lips away with a loud pop, pointing his cock upward so she get to his heavy ball sack, sucking one into her mouth. After spending several delicious moments licking and sucking his nuts, she drug her tongue up the length of his shaft taking him back into her mouth, now working him with both her hands as he drove his shaft past her pouty lips. ""AAAAhhh . . . Fuck . . . Mrs. Adams . . . uh . . . Carly!!!! I'm gonna . . . you're making me . . . FUCK!!!" she heard him gasp and she pulled away, rapidly fisting his thick shaft, her mouth open, tongue extending, inviting him to cum in her mouth, her beautiful eyes flashing behind smoky eye shadow, silently urging him on. The first jet ripped past her lips and she took just the head of his dick back into her mouth, sucking hard as she continued to furiously stroke him. She heard the young stud groan as a second load filled her mouth with hot cum, her eyes suddenly popping open in alarming suprise at a tiny voice coming from downstairs. The Beginning "Mommy . . . Where are you? . . . You weren't at the bus stop . . . Are you okay?" The Beginning! This first part is an introduction to how it came to be that I was to meet with a woman who was to turn my life around completely in I way I could never have imagined. Not only to to wake up the lesbian feelings lurking inside me, but to the turns of events that would take me on a journey into the taboo world of sexuality. So ladies please bear with me: I left my home town when I was 19 to move to the big city where an attractive girl like me could do better, or at least that's what I thought. For the first eighteen months or so wasn't so good as the only job I could find, (with no real skills) was as a waitress in a Fish and Chip Shop. It was long hours, with low pay. I also frequented pubs and a dance hall where the lower elements of society went. After a bad experience I moved to a better part of the city, and found another dance hall where I met a better class of men. I had started to improve my image for lack of a better way of describing it became less of a slut in my appearance. I did this by mostly observing what other women wore and dressing like they did. I found I attracted a better class of men, men with good jobs so they could afford to take me to nicer restaurants for dinner, concerts etc. as well as better 'lounges' rather than crummy pubs. I was pleased with the changes I was experiencing, and realized I could mix with the best of company. I found a nice job in a better class restaurant, and was soon made a 'Section Leader'. The hours were weird, and most days had two hours off between 2 and 4 PM. (After the lunch period which usually started getting quiet around 1:30 PM, then I would go back on shift at 4 for the supper crowd. Of course there was always more of us on duty during the busy periods of 6 -9 AM for breakfast, and 11 - 2 PM for lunch and 4 - 8 PM for supper and dinner. Our shifts were rotational, so each week I'd work a different shift from the week before. I'm not certain when she first came in for lunch, I know it was around the end of May or the beginning of June, and usually she would came in later, like around 1:00 to 1:30 when it was quieter, and I'd wait on her table. Right away I noticed her eyes and smile, particularly the eyes which to me looked like 'bedroom eyes'. She came in each day and soon we would get chatting as we got to know each other, the way people do when they see each other each day like that. She would take a table in my section and would greet me with a lovely smile and a, "hello, how are you" sort of greeting, and always extremely polite. Right from the first time I waited on her she would leave me a generous tip, so of course I was always happy to serve her. She had a foreign accent, one I couldn't place, and one day when it started raining cats and dogs, and I mean pouring, she decided to wait till the rain stopped or at least eased up. My shift ended at 2 PM, and for the same reason decided to just wait around as I had to be back at work for 4. I got myself a cup of tea and sat behind the counter, there was only a handful of people in the restaurant waiting for the rain to clear up as well. Catherine, her name as I'd found out, held up her tea pot as a signal for more tea and although my shift was over, the waitress on duty was in the kitchen so I went over and got the pot and refilled it. She commented on the downpour and I mentioned I was just going to wait too, so she invited me to join her, so getting my cup I returned and we sat and chatted. Catherine I guessed to be around 40, she was a plump woman, with what I would call an 'Ample' or 'Rubenesque' build, I say that as her figure was in proportion. Although she was dressed a little old fashioned, her clothes were of very good quality, as was her necklaces with matching earrings. She also wore those old fashioned ankle boots with high heels like the Victorians wore, which I thought was typical of the 'colonials.' Over the next few weeks I would see her quite often and started to look forward to it, and she seemed to make a point of coming in and sitting in my section, so when I would not be so busy, as I was to learn later, it was deliberate so she could chat with me. She told me she had just arrived from Rhodesia, (Now Zimbabwe) where she had been brought up, the reason I'll tell you about later, and we had a nice conversation. She had a pretty face and an extremely pleasant voice and beautiful hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle as she spoke. I don't remember much about what we talked about other then she told me about Rhodesia, one thing I do remember, is for some reason she talked about the difference in the countryside, as every thing was so much greener here than in South Africa. One day she didn't show up, all that week I never saw her and was disappointed and it made me realize how much I'd looked forward to seeing her each day. Then she came in for dinner on the Saturday evening. (I had told her my schedule during our previous chats). I was delighted to see her again and think it showed in my enthusiasm, but we were very busy so after taking her order I had to see to others. She obviously saw I was busy, and took her time over her meal and patiently waited till it quieted. She apologized for being away explaining she had to go visit family for some reason and said she missed our, 'lunch time chats.' My shift was ending at 8 PM and she invited me for a drink after I was off duty, and I accepted. I had been dating an older man for about 6 months but that was winding down as he was starting to get too demanding. We had met at a dance and started dating. At first he was very generous keeping me in cigarettes, nylons and lingerie as well as taking me out to nicer pubs and restaurants for lunch or dinner. I in return would take good care of his sexual needs spending nights with him as he had his own Flat. He enjoyed some kinky play too that I was happy to indulge in with him, but that's a story for another time. As I said by the time I met Catherine he was getting too demanding, feeling he had bought me, a big mistake for him. Saturdays after my shift ended, whether it was at 6 or 8 PM, I would go to meet him at a pub, then we would go dancing followed by my spending the night with him. The pubs closed about 10 PM in those days so when she invited me to join her for a drink it didn't bother me that I would 'stand him up.' We enjoyed a few drinks that she insisted on paying for, and when we went to leave she told me she had a car and offered to drive me home. I was quick to accept and she drove me home where before I got out of her car, she asked me if I'd like to go with a drive with her the next day, to which I agreed. Once I went inside I couldn't put her out of my mind, trying to figure her out. She was obviously rich or at least well off as not too many ordinary people could afford a car in the U.K. in those days. Why me? We got along just fine, I admit the first attraction was her generous tips after a meal, but now this felt different for some reason. She was more than twice my age, perhaps she was just lonely just having arrived from Africa I don't know. Now here was what I thought by now was a wealthy woman making friends with me. Now I was invited to go for a drive with her, I had been quick to accept and I think it showed, or again that might have been my imagination. Now here I was, heart pounding, butterflies in my stomach I don't remember exactly, perhaps it was some kind of instinct I don't know, just I was looking forward to seeing her again. She picked me up around noon, I remember being impressed with her car and I got in and off we went. It was a lovely summer that year and that Sunday was no exception, warm and sunny as she took me into the hills where we stopped and had a lunch at a country pub, then took a leisurely scenic route back into the city. When she went to drop me off at my Tenement building, she reached over and gave my hand a squeeze smiling at me and said something like, " thank you you've made my day" or words to that effect. Her eyes seemed to be alive and her touch was electric, my heart pounded I'm sure as I hurried away after a quick, "thank you, I enjoyed it very much too" or something like that and hurried into the building. I got to my room and looked out the window in time to see her car disappearing down the road and I had a funny feeling I would be seeing her for a long time to come. She was in my thoughts constantly by this time, and my masturbation's were beautiful, strong and powerful as she was all I could think of. The following week one day after her lunch we chatted as usual, and she asked me if I'd like to go to the pictures with her. I had no reason not to, so I said sure and she asked me what would be a good time. I suggested the following Saturday evening as I was off work at 6 PM that day. It was arranged that she would pick me up around 8 PM and we would go to the 'second house', that would give me time to go home and freshen up for our 'date'. I thought about our relationship, there was something not right about it. She was attractive, albeit a little over weight but never talked about a husband or boyfriends, and why this attachment to me? I thought about when we were together, she had never said or indicated anything to make me think this was nothing more than just a friendship, yet my instincts were telling me this wasn't right. Without realizing it my instincts were telling me she was queer, yet I didn't find the thought to be distasteful. In the more than two years here I felt I'd had more pricks in me than a pin cushion. I wondered what it would be like trying to have sex with another female, nah can't happen to me, women just don't have the right equipment to please me, still the thought did cross my mind. She was just a lonely old female hungry for friendship with a pretty girl like me. If my relationship with Robert wasn't falling apart this most likely would never have happened. I guess I was lonely too for decent companionship. Like I said, she was always so polite and courteous, it was nice that one of the upper classes was treating me like a lady, she made me feel good about myself. Now I was to go on a date that would transform me for the rest of my life! The Beginning. . . . It all started at a late summer board meeting. She had come, from out of town, to visit my chairman on the wrong night, jet black hair, wonderful Celtic Blue eyes, and a figure to kill for. She flashed a dazzling smile as we shook hands. Electricity flowed. We went out to dinner with the rest of the board. It was utterly boring, except that, by chance, I was placed beside her, our legs touched, then continued to play games. There was instant chemistry. We had difficulty getting through the meal. I said I would escort her back to her hotel. We held hands as we walked towards my hotel, made a detour to see a house that she had once owned, and kissed. I was right, the electricity continued, my left hand undid the top three buttons of her dress, and I held a breast. A long nipple hardened into my hand, and our kisses became more intense. She felt wonderful, alive and feline, like nothing that I had ever experienced before. We broke free and walked on towards my hotel, stopping under each street lamp to kiss again. Our conversation was whether she would come to my room to stay the night. We finally decided that breakfast would be difficult, so I taxied her to her own hotel. We agreed to meet for tea the next afternoon. Tea could not come too quickly. I walked into the lobby of a very famous hotel, and there she was, a picture, in a pretty summer dress, with tight waist and a flared skirt. Earl Grey, and stale sandwiches were hilarious, we could hardly stop laughing. Every other table was occupied by an old man with his young mistress. We learned quickly, about others, and ourselves! All too soon we were out of time, I drove back to her hotel, and we agreed to meet within a week. Day after day I could think of nothing but a wonderful body that I had only touched, stroked and fondled, of the deep kisses, and reactions to my touches. It was an entirely new experience to be with somebody whose body language spoke volumes. Six days later I was only twenty miles from her home, with time to spare before my next meeting. I ‘phoned tentatively, worried what the reaction might be after six days of silence. She was just finishing a game of Bridge, the players were going, and twenty miles would take less than half an hour. It did. She met me at the door with those flashing blue eyes, and an instant deep kiss. Within minutes we were on a couch continuing our explorations. I kissed, suckled, and pulled on nipples that I had only felt, drawing them from her breasts and pulling both from her body. She loved it. There were deep gurgles, and contented murmurs of appreciation. We both continued exploring. Modern girls can be well protected, a “body” was unclipped, a new experience for me, tights slid down, and then there were panties. I love a full bush, the scent, the feel, the breakdown of a barrier, the final frontier, with the sense of adventure as you explore beneath. Hers was amazing, it curled out everywhere from the sides her tight, damp panties. It was full of erotic pleasure. I nuzzled her cleft, and pulled on individual silky black curls. She was in ecstasy as some came away, it was time for bed. We were slightly hobbled, clothing partly off, restricting movement, but we managed the stairs together, as though we were in a three legged race, and reached the bedroom without leaving too big a trail. Strangely neither of us had ever completely undressed another before, so a new adventure began, each taking off an article of clothing, in turn, so that we were bare together. Now I am one for foreplay, for helping a girl to the point of orgasm, need, ecstasy, and entry, but this was not to be. We tore into bed. I started to fondle and caress, but we had been waiting six days. I gently eased myself to the entrance of a glorious deep, wet cunt, there was a single thrust, and we fucked with abandon. She was below me, offering her breasts with both hands. Breasts are my “turn on”. They were accepted, nipples were pulled, and sucked, and for my first time this was reciprocated. Mine had never been chewed, pulled, or sucked, before, and they connected directly to my cock. I do not think I had ever been so big. We reached an earth shattering climax together, and lay exhausted. Later the adventure continued with her on top so that I could revel in that beautiful body. Her nipples were huge, like the teats on a babies bottle, completely hard, sticking straight out from her glorious firm breasts. They continued to be suckled by a big baby, little did I know that they would soon give milk, without pregnancy, but that adventure will come later. Our explorations and body language showed that her teats were wired directly to her cunt. We continued to another orgasm, then off the bed, and continued on the floor. This led to the next discovery, and to the knowledge that we both loved to bathe. She had never been eaten out, and had to learn to suck to orgasm. We lay six nine, cunt juice and cum dribbling down my chin, as I sucked and chewed her erect labia. She began gentle, exploratory fellatio, but we had taken each other to orgasm three times in two hours. We bathed for the first time before I left, exploring every intimate cavity, each kneeling bedside the bath so that one could clean the other, before sharing. Then we were close, spooned, like we were riding a motorcycle, her in front, with those glorious nipples still being caressed and pulled, as my arms encircled her body. It was to become a familiar position. Then we were facing, continuing to explore, but we were spent. I was out of time, but would be near her home in seven days, so we agreed to meet for dinner in a week. This time there were ‘phone calls every day, intimate, gentle calls, usually lasting just a few seconds. They told more than either believed possible, then suddenly it was time for our next meeting………………. I was falling in love. The Beginning... Note: Hi. This is my first ever piece of writing so I hope it's not too lame. I've left it on a cliff-hanger because I really wanted to get some feedback before I kept writing... so any comments you may have would be much appreciated! Thanks Oh yeah- All characters aged 18 or over... -------------------------------------------- Her heart stopped. As she savoured that last heart beat the evening flashed before her. It was so quick. And then she gasped. She drew in a breath, and then another and slowly realised that she was breathing. She didn't know how, but it made no difference. She was breathing. She sat up startled, brushed her long brown hair out of her face and blinked a few times. "Baby, you're awake," she heard a voice behind her say, and turned to see a handsome man she didn't recognise sat in an arm chair in the corner of the dimly lit room. He stood up and it was then that his height and build became noticeably intrusive, giving him an air of strength and power that she found concerning but strangely attractive. As he moved towards the young girl she panicked. She frantically moved to her feet only to find her legs unable to support her, collapsing. Within a fraction of a second the man had moved to her side, catching her before she hit the floor. He laughed affectionately as the girl blushed in embarrassment. "It's okay my sweet, you are still weak." He said lifting her up carrying her over to his armchair, sitting down with the girl on his lap. She struggled with him a little, still confused, but he just remained silent, gently holding her to him patiently until she gave in and collapsed into his arms. He began rolling up his sleeve. "You must be hungry. Here." He placed his wrist up to her mouth. She looked blankly at him. "Don't be shy... its okay." He smiled back at her. Gingerly she placed her lips against the strangers wrist and felt a tension in her mouth as for the first time, a set of fangs appeared and broke the mans skin, sinking into a vein. He gasped. She freaked. She wanted to pull away but she couldn't. She didn't understand what was going on, but for some reason her body would not allow her to move away. Instinctively she began to suck. She could taste him. His warm blood began to seep through her body, soothing her, relaxing her like a good Whiskey on a winter's night, only more intoxicating. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the man's chest. He gently cradled her in his arm and she drank from him. She drank until finally her body let go and she could pull away. He didn't have to say a word. She knew what was coming. The hard bulge in his pants gave it away easily enough and she knew she only had one option, to submit. Slowly she slipped off his lap and knelt between his legs as he unzipped his pants and slid them down with his boxers. She leaned in and began kissing the head of his cock as her hand worked its way down his shaft. He stroked her head, moving her hair behind her ears to watch as her mouth slowly engulfed the head of his cock. "Mmm, good girl," he moaned softly as she began sucking, letting her tongue work over his cock, massaging him in her mouth. Slowly he began putting a little pressure on her head. She obeyed and allowed his cock deeper into her mouth, expecting him to ease up. She kept working down until his cock hit her throat and she began to gag, pulling away, only to feel his hand pressed down, a little firmer on her head. She struggled with him, scratching at his leg but he pushed at her harder, composed but moaning quietly as his cock pressed hard against her throat, slipping down a little. Her eyes began to water and she struggled harder about to be sick when finally he yanked her off his cock by her hair. "Strip," he muttered. She looked up at him reluctantly, pleadingly. "Strip," he said again, a little firmer in tone, a frown appearing on his pale, sharp face. She looked to the floor and shook her head. He raised his hand and slapped it across the girls face causing her to fall back and whimper softly. "Do no disobey me Anne. You would be dead if it weren't for me," he muttered again in his usual composed tone. He leaned into her and she flinched, but he merely stroked the girl's hair. "Now you will strip, please." Slowly, trembling, the girl began to remove her clothes... The Beginning? Tara & I were staying on the south coast for a few days and the weather was truly awful (serves us right for going away at the end of September I suppose). We were a little bored by the third day and really didn’t fancy sitting in a pub for the whole day, so we decided on going for a drive up to a local beauty spot known for its rugged landscape. By the time we got there, the storm had got even worse and on the headland you could barely open the car door. The view was fantastic though with the sea battering the rocks below and the dark inky sky above. We sat there with the windscreen wipers going and the heater on full blast for quite a while. Tara tried to snuggle up to me, but the gear stick and handbrake got in the way. “I want a cuddle. Let’s get in the back.” “We’ll get wet” I told her. “Please” “OK”. We got out and raced to the back doors of the car, getting wet in the process. Tara grinned at me and I handed her a towel so she could dry her hair. I pushed the front seats forward and adjusted them so we could stretch our legs out and watch the storm. She snuggled into me & I pulled her tight into me. After about half an hour, I heard her giggle a little. “What’s up with you?” I asked. “Nothing” “Yes there is” “No. I was thinking, that’s all” “About what” “Well” Tara said, turning towards me “I was just trying to work out how long it’s been since I’ve been in the back of a car with a boy”. “And how long has it been?” “Too long” she said with a glint in her eye. “And what were you doing in the back of a car with a boy?” “Making love. I was 17. So was he. We did it to celebrate the fact that he’d passed his driving test.” “How was it?” “Bloody awful actually” “How would you like to try it with a man?” In answer to my question, she pulled my head down and kissed me full on the lips. “I can see that you would,” she said as she rubbed my now hardening cock. “What? Make love to a man in a car?” I asked with a grin. “No, make love to me” “I expect I could be persuaded” “I bet you could”. She kissed my lips, her tongue looking for a way into my mouth. I parted my lips and her tongue snaked its way into my mouth as she massaged my cock through my jeans. I let my hands roam over her body as she unbuckled my belt and pushed her hands inside my trousers. Unzipping her fleece, I slipped a hand inside and cupped one of her breasts through her vest top. “Where’s your bra?” “I forgot to wear one” “Really?” I asked squeezing her nipples through the thin material until they poked through her top. I pushed her fleece off her shoulders. “Mmm” I said, pulling the straps off her shoulders “do you think we’ll be able to pull it down over your boobs?” “Why don’t you try?” I pulled the thin top even further down until her breasts bounced over the top. Bending my head, I took one of her engorged nipples into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, then, fondling her other breast I raked my teeth gently along the length. Tara moaned and slid her hand down her trousers and began to play with herself. She began to moan and I pulled her hand up and pushed one finger into each of our mouths so we could both taste her arousal. Tara moved away from me and sat down on the floor of the car and released my cock. She began to suck gently on my balls, running one finger up and down the shaft of my cock. Then she moved her mouth to the head of my dick and pulling the foreskin away, blew gently on the tip. My cock seemed to grow harder still before she took me in her mouth, tongue swirling around the head. Her hand snaked its way into my boxer shorts, the fingers finding the soft pad between my balls and anus, her middle finger pushing insistently at my arsehole. As it found its way inside, I could feel myself about to cum. "Oh Tara...I'm....gonna....I'm gonna cum...." Instead of stopping, however, she speeded up, sucking harder, finger pushing harder against my prostate. "Ohhh yesssss" I moaned as I felt the cum rush from my balls. With a huge growl, I came in Taras mouth. Some of it spilled from her mouth, down her chin and onto her wonderful breasts. She opened her mouth to show me, then swallowed and moved up to kiss me. “And where did you learn to do that?” I asked her. “The video you bought home last week” “Perhaps I should bring home a few more”. We changed places and I pulled her trousers off, revealing a pair of very wet powder-blue, cotton string bikini panties. Pulling her knickers to one side, I began working on her pussy with my tongue and fingers, revelling in the taste and smell of her sex; sucking her lips gently, pushing my fingers inside her, nibbling on her clit as she groaned with pleasure. “Oh yessss…I’m cumming…don’t stop…make me cum….YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS”. My face was dripping with her juices by now. As I moved to kiss her, she hugged me close. “Fuck me Mark, I want you inside me.” “You want to go on top?” “Yes”. I got a condom out “No, I want to feel it spurt inside me” “Are you sure” “Yes, we’ll be fine”. Tara straddled me and gently sank down onto my prick. Once I was fully engulfed, she leant forward and fed one nipple into my mouth. Tara raised herself up until only the tip of my cock was left inside her. “Mmmmmm” she moaned, before plunging down once again. With her arms around my neck, she rode me slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. “Ohhh yes, that feels so good. I want to feel it. I want to feel you cum inside me.” Tara moaned as she bounced up and down on my prick, her boobs bouncing in front of my face. She leaned to kiss me, her tongue probing my mouth as I slid my hands down to her beautiful bum. I could sense she was close to another orgasm, her pussy clenching at my dick, her breathing getting shallower. I myself was close to climax. Tara’s eyes were closed and she was now playing with her breasts, mashing them together and pulling at her nipples. “I’m gonna cum” I warned her. “Any moment now”. “Oh yes. Oh God yes. Me too” she moaned as she frigged her clit. “I want it. I want to feel it spurt inside me.” Pulling her arse cheeks apart, I pushed my finger against her anus, the tip disappearing a little into her puckered hole. “Oh fuck; oh fuck; I’m cumming” “Do you want it?” “Oh yes” “How much do you want it Tara?” “Bad” “Ohhh…How bad?” “Very” “Nggggh…Here it is then” I shouted as my cum rushed up my cock from my balls and pulsed into Tara’s clenching pussy. “Ohhh yessss; Oh my God….that feels so good” For the next half an hour we didn’t move. We just stayed there, kissing and hugging, not even talking. ….Can you guess what happens next?……To be continued! The Beginning! This first part is an introduction to how it came to be that I was to meet with a woman who was to turn my life around completely in I way I could never have imagined. Not only to to wake up the lesbian feelings lurking inside me, but to turns of events that would take me on a journey into the taboo world of sexuality. So ladies please bear with me: I left my home town when I was 19 to move to the big city where an attractive girl like me could do better, or at least that's what I thought. For the first eighteen months or so wasn't so good as the only job I could find, (with no real skills) was as a waitress in a Fish and Chip Shop. It was long hours, with low pay. I also frequented pubs and a dance hall where the lower elements of society went. After a bad experience I moved to a better part of the city, and found another dance hall where I met a better class of men. I had started to improve my image for lack of a better way of describing it became less of a slut in my appearance. I did this by mostly observing what other women wore and dressing like they did. I found I attracted a better class of men, men with good jobs so they could afford to take me to nicer restaurants for dinner, concerts etc. as well as better 'lounges' rather than crummy pubs. I was pleased with the changes I was experiencing, and realized I could mix with the best of company. I found a nice job in a better class restaurant, and was soon made a 'Section Leader'. The hours were weird, and most days had two hours off between 2 and 4 PM. (After the lunch period which usually started getting quiet around 1:30 PM, then I would go back on shift at 4 for the supper crowd. Of course there was always more of us on duty during the busy periods of 6 -9 AM for breakfast, and 11 - 2 PM for lunch and 4 - 8 PM for supper and dinner. Our shifts were rotational, so each week I'd work a different shift from the week before. I'm not certain when she first came in for lunch, I know it was around the end of May or the beginning of June, and usually she would came in later, like around 1:00 to 1:30 when it was quieter, and I'd wait on her table. Right away I noticed her eyes and smile, particularly the eyes which to me looked like 'bedroom eyes'. She came in each day and soon we would get chatting as we got to know each other, the way people do when they see each other each day like that. She would take a table in my section and would greet me with a lovely smile and a, "hello, how are you" sort of greeting, and always extremely polite. Right from the first time I waited on her she would leave me a generous tip, so of course I was always happy to serve her. She had a foreign accent, one I couldn't place, and one day when it started raining cats and dogs, and I mean pouring, she decided to wait till the rain stopped or at least eased up. My shift ended at 2 PM, and for the same reason decided to just wait around as I had to be back at work for 4. I got myself a cup of tea and sat behind the counter, there was only a handful of people in the restaurant waiting for the rain to clear up as well. Catherine, her name as I'd found out, held up her tea pot as a signal for more tea and although my shift was over, the waitress on duty was in the kitchen so I went over and got the pot and refilled it. She commented on the downpour and I mentioned I was just going to wait too, so she invited me to join her, so getting my cup I returned and we sat and chatted. Catherine I guessed to be around 40, she was a plump woman, with what I would call an 'Ample' or 'Rubenesque' build, I say that as her figure was in proportion. Although she was dressed a little old fashioned, her clothes were of very good quality, as was her necklaces with matching earrings. She also wore those old fashioned ankle boots with high heels like the Victorians wore, which I thought was typical of the 'colonials.' Over the next few weeks I would see her quite often and started to look forward to it, and she seemed to make a point of coming in and sitting in my section, so when I would not be so busy, as I was to learn later, it was deliberate so she could chat with me. She told me she had just arrived from Rhodesia, (Now Zimbabwe) where she had been brought up, the reason I'll tell you about later, and we had a nice conversation. She had a pretty face and an extremely pleasant voice and beautiful hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle as she spoke. I don't remember much about what we talked about other then she told me about Rhodesia, one thing I do remember, is for some reason she talked about the difference in the countryside, as every thing was so much greener here than in South Africa. One day she didn't show up, all that week I never saw her and was disappointed and it made me realize how much I'd looked forward to seeing her each day. Then she came in for dinner on the Saturday evening. (I had told her my schedule during our previous chats). I was delighted to see her again and think it showed in my enthusiasm, but we were very busy so after taking her order I had to see to others. She obviously saw I was busy, and took her time over her meal and patiently waited till it quieted. She apologized for being away explaining she had to go visit family for some reason and said she missed our, 'lunch time chats.' My shift was ending at 8 PM and she invited me for a drink after I was off duty, and I accepted. I had been dating an older man for about 6 months but that was winding down as he was starting to get too demanding. We had met at a dance and started dating. At first he was very generous keeping me in cigarettes, nylons and lingerie as well as taking me out to nicer pubs and restaurants for lunch or dinner. I in return would take good care of his sexual needs spending nights with him as he had his own Flat. He enjoyed some kinky play too that I was happy to indulge in with him, but that's a story for another time. As I said by the time I met Catherine he was getting too demanding, feeling he had bought me, a big mistake for him. Saturdays after my shift ended, whether it was at 6 or 8 PM, I would go to meet him at a pub, then we would go dancing followed by my spending the night with him. The pubs closed about 10 PM in those days so when she invited me to join her for a drink it didn't bother me that I would 'stand him up.' We enjoyed a few drinks that she insisted on paying for, and when we went to leave she told me she had a car and offered to drive me home. I was quick to accept and she drove me home where before I got out of her car, she asked me if I'd like to go with a drive with her the next day, to which I agreed. Once I went inside I couldn't put her out of my mind, trying to figure her out. She was obviously rich or at least well off as not too many ordinary people could afford a car in the U.K. in those days. Why me? We got along just fine, I admit the first attraction was her generous tips after a meal, but now this felt different for some reason. She was more than twice my age, perhaps she was just lonely just having arrived from Africa I don't know. Now here was what I thought by now was a wealthy woman making friends with me. Now I was invited to go for a drive with her, I had been quick to accept and I think it showed, or again that might have been my imagination. Now here I was, heart pounding, butterflies in my stomach I don't remember exactly, perhaps it was some kind of instinct I don't know, just I was looking forward to seeing her again. She picked me up around noon, I remember being impressed with her car and I got in and off we went. It was a lovely summer that year and that Sunday was no exception, warm and sunny as she took me into the hills where we stopped and had a lunch at a country pub, then took a leisurely scenic route back into the city. When she went to drop me off at my Tenement building, she reached over and gave my hand a squeeze smiling at me and said something like, " thank you you've made my day" or words to that effect. Her eyes seemed to be alive and her touch was electric, my heart pounded I'm sure as I hurried away after a quick, "thank you, I enjoyed it very much too" or something like that and hurried into the building. I got to my room and looked out the window in time to see her car disappearing down the road and I had a funny feeling I would be seeing her for a long time to come. She was in my thoughts constantly by this time, and my masturbation's were beautiful, strong and powerful as she was all I could think of. The following week one day after her lunch we chatted as usual, and she asked me if I'd like to go to the pictures with her. I had no reason not to, so I said sure and she asked me what would be a good time. I suggested the following Saturday evening as I was off work at 6 PM that day. It was arranged that she would pick me up around 8 PM and we would go to the 'second house', that would give me time to go home and freshen up for our 'date'. I thought about our relationship, there was something not right about it. She was attractive, albeit a little over weight but never talked about a husband or boyfriends, and why this attachment to me? I thought about when we were together, she had never said or indicated anything to make me think this was nothing more than just a friendship, yet my instincts were telling me this wasn't right. Without realizing it my instincts were telling me she was queer, yet I didn't find the thought to be distasteful. In the more than two years here I felt I'd had more pricks in me than a pin cushion. I wondered what it would be like trying to have sex with another female, nah can't happen to me, women just don't have the right equipment to please me, still the thought did cross my mind. She was just a lonely old female hungry for friendship with a pretty girl like me. If my relationship with Robert wasn't falling apart this most likely would never have happened. I guess I was lonely too for decent companionship. Like I said, she was always so polite and courteous, it was nice that one of the upper classes was treating me like a lady, she made me feel good about myself. Now I was to go on a date that would transform me for the rest of my life! It is difficult to try to recall how I felt about Catherine, sometimes I would feel ashamed of my feelings, after all she was more than twice my age, yet I guess I looked forward to seeing her for some reason. I had began to enjoy her company and our times together as well as liking her for her generous tips when I waited on her, and now we had this date for the pictures and I was beginning to believe she was queer. I just had to let the cards fall where they may, thank goodness my shift ended at 4 PM that day so I could hurry home to freshen up and change as Catherine was to pick me up to go to the 'second house' at the theater. She'd been nice and friendly and perhaps she was just lonely and wanted a friend. I felt the anger mounting inside me thinking about it and finally said to myself something like, "fuck it" only one way to find out. After a quick bath I put on a nice black ensemble with black nylons, a navy blouse and pleated skirt. (I favored pleated skirts for the freedom they gave me for shagging and often felt very sexy in them). Brushed my hair and did my make-up then got my coat and waited by the window looking out for her car, then when she arrived I went down stairs to meet her. She looked old fashioned in a print frock, black linen stockings and wearing a pair of her laced up 'granny boots', that seemed to be right out of a Victorian catalogue. Still it seemed to suit her being a bit old fashioned with her dress she was wearing, and smelled nice with a lovely perfume. We made small talk on the way to the theater and once there had a bit of a wait for the first house to empty. Fortunately it was not too crowded, and we sat close to the back as there was lots of room with nobody immediately beside us. We took our coats off and placed them over our knees and settled down to watch the picture, and in the dim flickering light from the projector that seemed to be over our heads I could see her eyes shining as she often looked at me. She placed a hand under our coats and moved it over to take hold of mine and give it a friendly squeeze. I squeezed hers in return and we sat there holding hands, and after a while felt her press her knee against mine. I glanced at her pressing my knee against hers in return and saw her smile as a result, quietly slowly she moved her shoulder close to mine, and brought her other hand over and laid it on my forearm, and started gently to rub it up and down. Out of the corner of my eyes I verified there was no one sitting close enough to see what was going on, and actually enjoyed her holding my hand. With time she uncurled her fingers from mine and placed her hand palm down on my thigh and start to caress it. It was just small curling motions with her fingers at first, then progressed to caressing the inside of my thigh through my skirt. I wasn't sure what to do and just let her continue as I was enjoying it, then she got bolder running her finger tips up and down my thigh. Still conscious of what she was doing, periodically I'd glance around to see if anyone was paying any particular attention to us, but they just seemed to be engrossed in the picture. I admit it made me excited and was happy when I felt her slip her hand under my skirt to not only continue, but to fondle my pussy through my knickers. I pushed my knees as far apart as I could to enjoyed her rubbing me through my knickers. I'd like to tell you I had an orgasm but I didn't, still I loved her feeling me like that. I felt I should return the touching and placed my hand on her thigh too, I felt a bump under her dress where her stocking top was turned over her garter, and she placed her hand over mine to pull it up closer to her crotch. I didn't really resist although I'd never done anything like this before with a woman, I'd often played with a mans cock in a theater as he'd give me a feel under coats over our laps before, but never with another female. We didn't wait for the picture to end as at one point when we made eye contact I gave a very slight movement with my head to indicate did she want to go, at which just as subtly she gave a slight nod and released my hand and we gathered up our coats and left the theater. We held hands on the way to her car, I didn't care who would see us, not that there was anybody out that mattered, and she unlocked the passenger door first to let me in, then moved round and got in the car herself. It was starting to get dark and in the dim light she sat there for a minute looking at me, I could see her face smiling at me and nothing was said. It just seemed natural as she leaned towards me and kissed me on my mouth, lightly at first, then with more force as her kisses got more ardent. We stopped kissing and with our cheeks together still holding each other tight she whispered "I love you and want you". I gave her a little tighter squeeze to indicate my acceptance and a further deep kiss and hardly able to speak I whispered, "your house". My body was ready, I was almost creaming in my knickers right there, with all the men I'd been with I'd never felt like this, it was as if deep inside me I knew this is what I needed, so in a way it was a relief when we broke apart and she started the engine and we got going. We got to her house where once inside she hung up our coats and invited me to take a seat. The house was cool and she stoked up the fire then went into the bedroom and lit a gas fire to warm up the room, then put the kettle on for tea before joining me on the sofa. Now I'm not going to tell you I remember what she said to me that night or over the weekend, so what I'm telling you now is what I think she might have said to me. When she joined me she got on her knees on the sofa and clasped my hand and kissed it smiling looking into my eyes told me again how she had fallen in love with me, and said she was aching to please me any way she could. I just sat there enjoying her closeness, the slight whiff of perfume and the warmth and softness of her hands was intoxicating to me that night. We kissed again, and when she started to undo the buttons of my blouse I just let her, so she removed it followed by my bra. I admit to being a little nervous as I let her undress me, she took a moment to run her hands over my upper body as she kissed me. It was amazing, her touch was so titillating the way she just used her fingertips to lightly caress my skin, hardly using any pressure at all. Down and around my tits, not touching my nipples yet circling them ever so close, it was so different from anything I'd experienced with a man. Moaning from the pleasure she was inducing in me, she at last touched my nipples, they were rock hard as she just raked her fingertips over them before taking them in her fingers to squeeze them gently. Reaching up to hold her by her head I brought her face down in a silent invitation to suck my tits, she teased them with her tongue at first, then nipped them with her teeth before settling down to suckle them. My climax hit with such a force I cried out and held her tight for a moment as the waves of pleasure surged through my body. Just playing with my tits like that was enough to give me the most fantastic orgasm, something I'd never experienced in my life before. We were disturbed by the kettle boiling away and she got off me to go see to it and all I said was, "turn it off" and she did just that then led me to her bedroom. There she unzipped my skirt and removed it placing it on a chair, then giving me a smile as if seeking permission, got down on her knees and pulled my knickers dawn and I placed a hand on her head to balance myself, lifting one foot at a timer to let her remove them. She undid my garters and took off my stockings and I undid the garter belt and placed it on a chair as she sat back on her heels to look up at me. She sat there smiling up at me, It was an awkward moment, the silence broken only by the hissing of the gas fire till I held out my hand and helped her to her feet. I was extremely excited by this time, silly I know but was unsure about how to proceed, a man would have been all over me by this time but she was patient knowing we had all night to make love. I sat on the bed and watched her undress, removing her dress followed by her chemise and bra, it caught my breath for a moment as she was quite well endowed, then removed her drawers before struggling out of her girdle she stood before me in just her stockings and ankle boots. She hesitated a moment seeming nervous as she took a step towards me and I automatically swung my legs up onto the bed in a silent invitation to join me. By now my body was on fire, watching her undress exposing her ample body to me for the first time fascinated me. Climbing up beside me I grabbed her hair forcing myself on her as I kissed her deeply, tonguing her mouth and sucking her tongue in return. I was rougher with her than she had been with me yet she didn't complain, I gripped her tits sucking and biting them hearing her cries of pleasure egging me on to rape her. I put a hand down between her legs to feel her pussy, she opened her legs wide to let me explore it she was so wet my fingers slipped into it easy. Unable to hold back any longer I climbed on top of her and pressed my pussy up against hers, clit to clit and started to fuck her like a man would. Our first orgasms didn't take long to explode over us, I gripped her by her hair hard and kept humping her, really banging her and felt her place her heels on the bed to raise her arse to meet my thrusts. Orgasm after orgasm poured out of both of us, her cries driving me to new heights I'd never experienced with any man. The Beginning DISCLAIMER:// My boyfriend and I started writing these stories for each other a while ago. He challenged me in the beginning to write the most kinky story I could think of. You'll see what came of it. He's also posting his stories on his account. I'll update this with what it is soon enough. No, none of these events have actually happened. They are pure fantasy concocted by my loverboy and myself. Story 1: The Beginning I've got you chained to a wall in a dark room. With actual chains, mind you. The kind that will rub your skin raw if you try to escape me. In front of you, there is but one light and I am standing underneath it. However, I don't look my usual self. I'm a bit... fuzzier. Brown cat ears are poking out of my hair and my hazel eyes have slits for pupils. A tail lashes out behind me. I'm half naked, of course. Top and bra are missing, leaving me clad in jeans. You're kneeling in front of me, a straining hard on trying it's best to get to me. But I hold back, just watching, tail swishing. "Do you like being tied up now?" I ask, taking a few steps closer. I've a wicked little grin on my face and I keep licking my lips. I like the sight of you, chained up and powerless. It gives me a bit of a rush to know that you're at my mercy. I squat down in front of you and lick up your cheek. You try to kiss, but I pull away before you can. You growl in response. I just grin more. "Naughty Eric." Slowly, I stand back up again and begin to undo my jeans. The fur isn't the only thing that's changed about me. There's a large bulge in my jeans, straining to get out. I lower the zipper and a cock springs to life. "Like the new addition?" I smirk, stepping toward you. "Take a taste of this," I murmur, pressing it to your lips. You resist of course. I frown as you move your mouth away and duck as I try to force it into your mouth without touching you. I squat in front of you again and grab your chin. You pull on your chains and grimace. Staring into your eyes, I smile slowly. They're mesmerizing to you. "Eric, you're going to do exactly as I say, got it?" Apparently I'm not very effective yet as you pull your chin out of my grasp and glare at me. You can't seem to speak for now as you gaze into my eyes. I stare back at you, unblinking. "You're going to end up listening to me, whether you like it or not, Eric." I get up again and move away. "I have other ways of making you do what I want, naturally." I disappear into the darkness. You hear something squishy shift on the left. Your eyes dart that way, looking a little scared and intrigued. "Who's there?" you call, but no one answers. The squishy sound appears to be getting closer and the light goes dim. You can see something though. Is that a tentacle? Slimy, green and translucent, it inches toward you, seeking out your form. You feel something on your ankle, something very similar to the appendage you're looking at. You quickly glance down at your foot and see another tentacle there, slowly wrapping it's way up your leg, heading god knows where. You pull away a little bit, unsure of what's going to happen to you. Well, the answer is fairly obvious, but you're not sure what's going to happen really. "Come on! Tentacles?" you shout, looking in the direction I'd gone in. It's a proposition that's hard to resist. You hear me laugh from some distance away. I'm apparently watching you as you squirm and pull on your bindings. "Come now, Eric, did you think that I didn't have a few tricks up my sleeve?" The tentacle that had been in front of you is now touching your opposing knee. Slowly, it creeps up your thigh. It's evident it's heading straight for your cock. It's a tease though and changes direction, sliding around your hip and to your back side. The appendage that had been sliding up your calf finally snaked to the top of your thigh and continued to coil upward, wrapping around your waist. A third tentacle joins the fray, coming down from above, caressing the junction between your neck and shoulder. It curls around your neck and tickles your lips as it moves over your chin. It prods at your lips and you continue to resist. I appear again in the light. "Come on Eric, let the little tentacle inside," I murmur, sitting down in the center of the light. You can still see my cock, which I brush every so often as I watch you. You still resist and I just stare at you. You can't take your eyes from mine. You start to relax and open your mouth, your eyes getting hazy. The tentacle takes advantage and plunges inside. Your eyes snap wide, still hazy, but quite surprised as your mouth is filled to the brim with slimy tentacle. One of the tentacles finally finds your cock and wraps around it a few times, thinning out so it can wrap around it more times. The tip of it bulges and opens up in flower petals, leaving it hollow inside. It knows exactly what it wants to do. A thinner, but much slimier tendril slips out from the flower and teases the slit in your crown. Slowly, it tries to push inside, thinning out even more to slip inside. It pushes against the flow of pre-cum, increasing the pressure in your balls. You groan against the tentacle in your mouth, which is slowly starting to slide in and out, trying it's best to touch the back of your throat without making you gag. Your breathing gets even more uneven and you relax more against the chains. The tentacles hold you up though so your wrists aren't damaged too much. The tentacle on your cock squeezes rhythmically, mimicking my vaginal walls. The flower petals close over your head and start to suck on it. One of the tentacles, as more have appeared by now without you really noticing, makes its way to your back side, touching every inch it can before finding the tight bud of your asshole. It teases it, caressing the folds and sliding in ever so gently. The tentacle in your mouth pulls out so I can hear you moaning. You moan loudly from the sensations on your cock. But it grows even louder as the tendril pushes inside of you. It's pretty thin, but it slowly thickens, stretching you out. "Are you enjoying yourself?" I ask. You can't even nod. You just give me a moan as a response. "Good, I'm glad. Now... I should make this a bit more interesting..." I get up, pulling a collar out from behind me. The tentacle behind your back eases off so I can attach it to your neck. There's a little bell on it and it jingles every time the tentacle in your ass pumps you. It adds to the hotness of all of this. I pull my jeans down, revealing that I don't just have a cock. I've still got my snatch, which is wet and dripping for you. The tentacle that had been teasing your cock slid off, pulling out of you completely. I grin, reaching down to stroke the back of it from base to tip. "Would you like to cum inside me?" I ask, starting to move into position to ride you. You stare up into my eyes, pleading me to do so wordlessly. "I will take that as a yes." I straddle you and position you so that you're going to penetrate my sopping cunt. I moan softly as I ease down on top of you. "You're so hard and big!" I gasp, kissing your lips briefly. "Good boy. Such a good boy," I murmur, caressing your cheeks, neck and shoulders with my fingertips. Finally, you're all the way in me. My cock presses up against your stomach and mine as I start to ride you. This feels absolutely glorious since I'm getting sensations from all over the place. I wrap my arms around your neck as I being to ride you mercilessly, gasping and moaning myself, mimicking you. A few tentacles slide around me too, groping my breasts and teasing my asshole open. One plunges deep inside me and I gasp and groan loudly. This feels amazing!! I can feel you thickening up inside me. You're free to cum if you want to. But I'm going to keep riding you regardless. You let out a loud hiss and your mouth opens as you start to cum inside me. It's a lot more than I'm used to and it fully coats the inside of my vagina before leaking out, down your cock and onto the floor. I keep riding you though, squeezing you tightly, milking every ounce of cum I can out of you. The tentacle keeps pumping inside your ass, milking your prostate so that it just keeps coming and coming. A few minutes more of riding you and I feel a double orgasm coming on. I ejaculate just as I start to convulse. I gush fluids from both places, coating your torso and cock at the same time. I feel you start to cum again and I cry out as I feel more hot cum bursting inside of me. After a long while, we both cum down from orgasmic highs and bask in the post-orgasmic glow. The tentacles have eased up and are pulling away from us, back to wherever they came from. I touch your cheeks and kiss you softly. "Did you like that, kitty?" I ask, purring softly. My tail swishes, brushing your legs gently. You're still seated deep inside of me, slowly going soft as I twitch every once in a while. You nod, breathing heavily. "Yes," you gasp, leaning forward to kiss me. "Good." I reach up and touch your newly grown kitty ears. That collar had a lot more potential than just wearing it for show. You finally notice these changes and gasp, looking bewildered. "What did you do?" "Nothing, kitty-boy. I love you." Then the dream starts to fade as you wake up. You sit up in bed with a huge hard on. "Weirdest dream ever." The Beginning I am a 44 year old "secretly" bisexual male. I say secretly in that only a few of my very very close friends along with my girlfriend are aware of this fact. After reading numerous stories on this site, some fiction, some not, I thought that I would relate several real experiences that have happened to me over the years as I have explored this side of my sexuality. I guess the best place to start is by writing about the first experience where I realized that I not only liked women, but also men and more importantly cock. Currently, I weigh 155lbs. I'm short – 5 feet 5 inches. I am athletic, but have a few pounds that could be shed, though everyone tells me I look great. I've got graying hair, brown eyes and a tanned complexion. I am a bicyclist and soccer player, so I do have strong, muscular legs. They're shaved. Frankly, most of my body is shaved. I don't have a hint of hair on my average 6 inch cock. I suppose it is on the thicker side of average, but lengthwise, it's nothing to scream about compared to some of the wonderful cocks I have encountered. Yet, it's also not the smallest I have encountered either. I've often been told I have a great cock by other men and my girlfriend, so I guess it's fine... just right.... My first experience with another man occurred many years ago. I was a senior in high school. I had only turned 18 a couple months prior. At the time, I was on the high school wrestling team, and wrestled the 107lb weight class. Truth be told, I was somewhat of a great wrestler, but had to work hard to "make the weight" at each meet. One of the ways in which I kept the weight down was by drinking less liquid the day before a wrestling meet and going to a sauna at a local condominium complex and sweating off some water weight. The sauna at the complex was actually rather small. The building in which it was located was comprised of two rooms, one with a shower and shelving to place belongings and the other, the sauna itself. The sauna was a cedar lined room about 5 feet by 8 feet, with a two tiered bench set up running the length of one wall. In one corner, was the heating system, a small rectangular box stacked with rock. A door separated the rooms and had a little window in it. Normally, the sauna was empty and I would strip down to a pair of shorts and sit with a towel draped over my head and try to lose myself in thought for about 20 minutes while the sweat dripped off of my body. On this particular occasion, as I entered the sauna, I noticed a taller male in the shower, but thought nothing of it. I took off my shirt, shoes and socks, put them on the shelf and entered the sauna. I sat on the lower bench close to the wall farthest away from the rocks, put the towel over my head and began to perspire. A minute or so later, I heard the door to the sauna open and sensed someone entering the room. I figured it was the guy that was in the shower, and didn't look up from under the towel. It was the guy from the shower and he started talking to me. "Hello there," he said. "Nice day for a sweat." I nodded in agreement, but didn't respond verbally. "I'm John," he stated. Great, a talker, I thought to myself. I responded as I looked up, "I'm . . . S..S..Sam," I stammered when I noticed that he was standing there naked with his cock nearly level to my chin, not more than a foot away from me. He was dripping wet from the shower and I averted my gaze quickly, but not before getting a look at his cock. It was clearly bigger and thicker than mine and was semi erect. He sensed my surprise when I glanced away and told me that the best way to enjoy the sauna was to take a shower first. He had a nice trim body and was tanned. In that fleeting moment before I glanced away, I noticed he did not have any tan lines. He was probably 5 or 6 inches taller than me, had a five o'clock "Miami Vice" shadow as was all the rage back then and a big smile. He was good looking. He asked what I was doing there, as he had never seen me around the complex and wondered if I lived there. He was quick to point out that he didn't care if I lived there or not, he wasn't going to ask me to leave if I didn't belong. He was just curious. I explained my pre-match ritual of sweating out a pound or so of water weight the day before my wrestling meet so I could make weight. He sat at the other end of the bench on the upper level facing me with one leg straightened out across the top bench and the other on leg bent at the knee with his foot resting on the lower bench. This, of course, gave me a clear view of his cock if I looked in his direction, and I got the distinct impression he wanted me to. He spoke with a masculine friendly voice, and said, "You should go take a shower. It will really help you sweat." I thought that it was strange, but did as he asked, thinking that if it worked, I'd be done and out of there in no time. I went and took a shower, but left my shorts on. When I returned to the sauna, John was resting his head up against the wall, slightly upturned and away from me. I stole another glance at him and his cock was still semi erect. My eyes lingered on it for a moment and I got an excited feeling in my stomach, and felt my cock tingle. Just then as I began to sit down, John looked towards me, and I knew he had seen me staring at his cock. He smiled and said, "Not like that." I asked what he meant and he gestured at me and said, "not with your shorts on." He told me I would sweat more without them. I nearly froze and gave a quick thought of just getting out of there. But I didn't, even though I knew he was full of shit and clearly wanted to see me naked. Instead, I slipped my shorts off, a little embarrassed because my cock was starting to stir. What I did next surprised me even more. I went back to where I was sitting against the other wall, but instead of putting the towel over my head, I sat facing him on the lower bench with my legs arranged the way he had his, giving him a view of my cock, which was still growing. The way I was sitting also allowed me to look at his cock, which strangely enough, I really wanted to do. I was very nervous, but so excited as well. I nonchalantly dropped my left arm to my crotch to cover myself as I didn't want him to see my cock getting hard. My heart was racing and my mind as well. I couldn't understand why I was becoming so aroused. I couldn't fathom why seeing another man naked was causing me to become so excited. But I was definitely excited. His cock was very hard at this point and he was slowly rubbing it. He said that the sauna turned him on and asked if I was turned on. I mumbled in the negative and shut my eyes, continuing to try and cover my cock, which for whatever reason became instantly rigid the moment he asked me if I was tuned on. Clearly, despite my response, the way my cock was reacting told him I was lying. He told me I had a very nice body and I thanked him. He then told me that I had a very nice cock and my girlfriend must love it. I didn't say anything. He asked me if being in the sauna made me want to jack off. My eyes shot open and I looked at him as I said that I had never thought about it before. His cock was really hard and swollen and he was stroking it, but still slowly. It was thicker than mine, but actually maybe only an inch longer. It sure looked much bigger. I thought what it would feel like to touch it. He told me he had jacked off in the sauna before when he was alone. I think he wanted to see what I would say or do. I had the feeling that he was gauging the situation and wondering how far he could take it with me. He became quiet and sat there slowly stroking his beautiful cock. I couldn't believe that I was thinking like that, but I was. It was beautiful and as I looked at it my cock was as rigid as it was the night I lost my virginity, and ever y time after when I was with a girl up to that point. Thoughts swirled in my head and I closed my eyes and again surprised myself by beginning to slowly stroke my cock like John was stroking his. I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I was and I was doing it for another guy. I was so excited. I thought my heart would burst it was beating so fast. I kept my eyes closed. I could sense John shifting position and looked up. He had moved closer and had moved so he was facing the door and could look out the small window. He looked out the window as he sat and put his legs onto the lower level taking care not to step on m outstretched leg. I didn't move. My heart skipped a beat wondering what would happen next. I looked up at him, but he was silent. I looked toward his crotch and my view of his cock was partially obstructed by his right leg. He saw me looking and shifted a little so he could put his right leg back up on the upper level. I couldn't believe what I was doing, or rather not doing. Instead of running out of there, I was letting him know with my eyes that I wanted to look at his cock and wanted to watch him stoke it. I could see him grinning out of the corner of my eye and knew he liked me looking at him. I couldn't take my eyes off his wonderful cock and sensing that I wanted him to jack off, he asked me if I liked his cock. I didn't know what to say. So I stammered that I had a girlfriend, even as he leaned over and looked at my cock as if to say, you might have a girlfriend, but your cock is telling me you like this.... And I did. Without saying a word, he started stroking his cock again, this time a little faster. Looking up at him from my position, his cock was about two feet from my face and it was all I could do not to reach up and touch it. If he asked, I would have. At that point, I would have done whatever he asked without question. If he would have asked me to come back to his condo, I would have followed him willingly. Heck, if he would have asked me to suck his cock right there, I would have stuffed it in my mouth in an instant. If he would have asked to stroke my cock, or suck my cock, I would have gladly let him. But he didn't say a word. Pre-cum was oozing from my cock and I was glad I was sweating all over. I'm sure he could tell though. I could see pre-cum oozing from his cock as well. It was surreal. I was so horny and in a daze. My heart was continuing to pound at a rapid pace and I was waiting with baited breath for him to make the next move. I was silently begging him to make the next move. I wanted him to start stroking his cock faster and I would have done the same. But he didn't. Instead, he slowly got up gazed up and down my body, let his eyes linger on my cock and said he had to go. He had yet to cum, but was leaving. To this day, I'm not sure if he was hoping I would have asked if I could come to his condo, but I never said a word other than goodbye. After he left, I got up so I could look out the window of the door and I began to stroke m cock feverishly. In what seemed like seconds I shot what up to that point, was one of the biggest loads I had ever shot. My cock just gushed several globs of cum that hit the door and slowly oozed down. My body shook and spasmed from an incredible orgasm. I was nearly breathless, but I quickly got dressed in the other room and opened the door to leave the building, nearly hitting John, who was returning for some reason. I brushed past him as he said that he left something. Geez, if I had only waited a minute more, he would have caught me in mid orgasm I thought as I kept walking towards the bike rack where I had locked my bike. As I was getting on my bike to leave, John emerged and said with a grin that I had left quite a lot of something behind as well. I guiltily rode away, knowing he had seen my cum dripping down the door of the sauna, and didn't answer him when he asked if I would be back before my meet the following week. I'd like to lie to you and make this story more interesting by telling you that I did go back the next week and went to his apartment and sucked his wonderful cock and let him work his big shaft into my ass, but I won't. If I hear positive feedback from you, I will write about my next encounter that did not occur until 8 years later at my bachelor party a week before I got married. The Beginning As I walk out of my office, a normal 25 year old Indian girl, dressed in a somewhat trendy Patiala salwar and fitting kurti, my ID card resting just below my bust (36 c-cup if you are wondering) and enter the bus that takes me home everyday, well almost everyday. I am not overtly gorgeous, but blessed enough to make heads turn. As I walk past the small tea shack outside the office, I see a few heads turn. After having lived in Delhi, this is something I have grown up with, and well learnt to enjoy. If you are wondering where this story is going, then let me give you a brief. This is my auto-biography. No, no don't go away just yet, I am sure you will enjoy it. Sit back and read on. It all started when I was in school, I was an early bloomer. In those days wearing a bra was not educated till very late, and I was feeling the need of it really fast. But anyway, it was the summers and I had just returned from my tuition class. I changed into my ususal casual worn out skirt that was almost too short for me now and a tee. Living in a nice progressive family I was seldom stopped from wearing things I liked. I was sitting alone in my room, mom was busy with TV, dad was at work, my younger brother out playing with his friends. The last class was of human reproduction, and although I already knew the theory of it, still it was interesting to read about it. While reading I don't know exactly when my hand came up to feel my inner thighs and then my panty, I was lost as we most often are while reading course books.. I was thinking about the Maths teacher in school and his deep eyes as he used to look at me, from time to time. My fingers were moving up and down the front of my panty, and soon got into a rhythm as I kept thinking about the security guard and the plumber that came yesterday, and the guys of my class, the weird look on their faces and that intense gaze that made me feel soo exposed infront of all of them. Thinking about all these men, the rhythm of my fingers soon became faster and before I knew it, my body shuddered and froze and I climaxed. That was my first real orgasm. And I never looked back. Soon, this became my daily routine, and before I knew it, I was doing it 3-4 times a day, at times even more. I started looking for incidents and situations to observe the men around me, and see their reactions to my presence. And within a few months, I had understood what even my slightest bending down, can do to a man. How the older men, uncles, so called bhaiya's and even my male teachers would not leave a chance to steal a glimpse of my cleavage or stare at my legs. I was taller then most of the students of my class and had filled out really well even before I entered college. Before I move to my college life, there were a few incidents that I clearly remember and might interest you as well. My college education happened in another city and I lived in a hostel. But before I went there, I used to live with my family. I was not your sweet little virgin anyway, nor was I the hottest babe in the school. I had been kissed and fondled enough even before I left home. Now, this might be a bit surprising to a few Indian men, but that is the truth, almost all the girls I know had either done it in school or at max in the early days of college. I was no exception. It was the famous festival of holi, and all the people from around the neighbourhood gathered to play with colours and water. My boyfriend from school wanted to colour me first, so he had told me not to come out before 10am. He had also ordered me to wear a skirt above my knees and a sleeveless top, so that he has all the access to colour my body. I knew that all the guys and even the older ones were waiting for me to come out, so that they can get the chance to touch and put colour on me. He came at around 10:30 and I was waiting for him on my window, just as he came towards my house with his friends I came out. What happened in the next 45 mins, changed a lot in me. He took my hand and took me behind the building infront of most of the local guys, he then took out colour from his pocket asked a friend to put some water in his hand to wet the colour and then he went down and rubbed the colour on my bare smooth legs, infront of his friends. I froze as I saw the lust in their eyes, and felt the fingers of my boyfriend rubbing my inner thighs under my skirt. He then moved back and again took water from a friend and colour from another and this time coloured my arms and my shoulders and my collar bone and till the slight bit of cleavage showing through the deep neck top. All the while those guys who hang out with me everyday were leering at me like hungry beasts. He then held one breast of mine and squeezed it as if marking me as his property.... The Beginning Their time together had begun in turmoil. He had given in to the dark urge to own her, and she was determined to only become a part of him, not belong to him. A time was created for them, a time for them to join and be one unto another. But, before this time was created, there were many wars, many battles fought between them, many times they struggled with and against each other. Each determined to have their own way. Each wondering who was the stronger. Who would control the other. Until one day they realized to be the victor, both would have to win, and both would have to lose. * * * * * * * * * * She saw him in the distance and quickly hid. She knew it was him because of his bearing and the manner of his dress. He had taken her once and she was not willing to repeat the incident. He called himself the One True Darkness and that alone frightened her. His promise to take her into his darkness and never release her was even more terrifying. She watched him drawing closer on the lonely trail and tried to hide under an overhanging tree limb. Her somber gown blended with the shadows and she felt safe from discovery. As he rode past her, his horse suddenly sidestepped and snorted. Her startled gasp, even soft as it was, gave her away. Reining in the stallion he turned and looked directly into her eyes and slowly smiled. "Well, well, well - my pet has come to meet me." he said with a husky drawl. She plunged from under the tree, slapping at the horse's head to spook him and ran down the trail. Darkfall struggled to get the high-spirited stallion under control and sent him galloping after her. Cynna looked back and a sharp scream spilled from her throat at the closing sight behind her. He laughed at the look of fear on her face and leaned down to effortlessly grab her with an arm around her waist, dragging her across the saddle in front of him. She began to kick wildly and thrash her arms around, hoping to slip from the saddle and hide again. His only response was to tighten his grip and pull her hard against his chest. The sound of his laughter in her ears angered her and she swung a hand to connect sharply with his cheek. The laughter stopped - suddenly - and he snarled softly into her ear, "my kitten has become the vixen, and as with all wild things must be tamed properly.". Her movements stopped abruptly and she went completely limp. Darkfall found this more difficult to deal with than her struggles and reined the horse to a halt. When they stopped, Cynna once more struggled violently and slid from underneath his arm. As her bare feet hit the dirt of the path she broke for the underbrush on the side of the trail. The fear of becoming lost in the forest, only slightly less than what punishment this man might hold for her. She heard him cursing as he dismounted and followed her into the bushes and trees. His crashing footsteps warned her that he was drawing steadily closer. As she broke into a fern covered clearing his body slammed into her and forced her to the ground. Screaming and kicking under him, she struggled to force his body from hers. He looked down at the flushed cheeks, flashing green eyes and wildly streaming red curls, and was instantly aroused. He forced her legs wide and slid between them. His hands captured hers and he held both above her head with only one of his. Holding her down with his knees planted on her skirt, her legs almost completely stilled. She began to arch and buck, trying to get away once again. With an almost, evil smile he traced the outline of her face as she snapped and bit at his fingers. His laughter echoed in the forest around them, stilling the birdsong. He rubbed the soft skin of her neck and pushed his thumb against her chin. Her eyes widened as his hand slipped into the neckline of her gown and she gasped "NO!", as it cupped a breast. "Oh, Yes!" he answered as his fingers began to twist and pull at her nipple. "Very nice." he whispered as he watched the rapidly swelling flesh. Sliding the hand to the neighboring breast, he began to tease the nipple found there. Watching her with something like a smirk, he bent his head and bit the nipple left alone. She screamed and he began to suckle the hard nub through the softness of the fabric. She began to wiggle frantically. Suddenly he raised his head and with one swift swipe of his hand, ripped the gown from her shoulders, leaving her breasts naked in the dappled sunlight. His hand began to play from one breast to the other, back and forth until she was sobbing brokenly. With a single nod of his head, he released her hands and stood, pulling her upright with him. He lead her stumbling back to where the stallion waited for them. Once mounted again he pulled her up in front of him, her legs astride the saddle, her ass nestled tightly against his crotch. With every gallop of the horse, she felt his swelling manhood rubbing against her. His hand moved to cover her breast, stilling the jiggling bounce. She shuddered as she felt his mouth on her bare shoulder, the nipping bites, the hot wet tongue licking her skin. His hand began to gently knead the heavy flesh it held, and his finger once again found the nipple. She tried to lean away from the hand but only pressed harder against his chest, something that pleased him from the sound of the rumbling laugh she heard in her ear. He looped the reins around the saddle horn and confused, she felt the skirt of her gown sliding from under her. Her attempting to struggle only made it easier to do, so she stopped. The warm leather under her bare bottom embarrassed her and she closed her eyes. But, the movement of his hand between their bodies made them open again rather quickly. Hard, hot flesh against her ass made her whimper, she knew what he wanted. The stallion slowed to a walk and seemed to understand as well. "Is my pet ready to please her Master?" he said as his hand cupped her mound and he leaned forward. Lifting her a little, his manhood slid between her legs and he rubbed the tip along the slit. Straightening he held her down with the saddle horn pressing against her belly. He pulled her back onto his throbbing shaft and groaned, "my pet is tight on her Master's cock.". Cynna moaned weakly as he began to thrust slowly in and out, following the slow movements of the walking stallion under them. Grasping her long red hair, Darkfall pulled her back up against his chest. His hands once again found her breasts, the reins forgotten. He scraped his teeth across the tender flesh under her ear, sucking bruises left in the wake of his kisses. She was too afraid to fight him and too stubborn to simply let him take her without at least a struggle. Her every movement against him only seemed to fuel his arousal. Suddenly he forced a hand down between her legs and began a pinching, teasing torment of the tiny nub of flesh between her legs. She arched back against his shoulder, having lost the will to fight the sensations this sent through her body. Her cries of fear slowly melted into moans that he knew came from a woman fully aroused. A smile of pure evil crossed his face as he began to thrust hard into her body. A strange feeling seemed to flow from hand to hand as he played with her body. She arched and whimpered as a hard knot formed in her belly. He heard her whispering, softly begging, or something she had missed feeling. Her feminine cries touched a place he had thought long dead and lost forever. She began to grind her hips back onto his thrusting manhood and a sudden piercing scream erupted from her lips. He felt the muscles wrapped around his shaft, began to contract hard as, with a deep groan, his own orgasm hit. The scalding cum spewed into her pulsating womanhood. The flexing walls of her tunnel continued to milk his manhood, forcing him to cum longer than he ever had before. Darkfall looked down at his little pet and decided to keep this one with him for awhile. The well trained stallion had stopped, patiently waiting for his master's command to continue. Nudging the horse with his still shaking knees, they moved off toward his castle. He looked down at the woman and realized she was unconscious in his arms. He tightened his grip and held her against him. Her training would take time, but the benefits would make the work pleasurable. The Beginning A little while ago, after a recent relationship collapsed, I felt lost and, of course, went searching for myself. I wanted to explore my sexuality and take control of it. Define my interests, try new things. So, I joined a site, a rather sexual site and I began my exploration. At first, I just chatted with people, a little too scared to do anything, to take things further. Several people messaged me, requesting to meet, but each time I managed to come up with some excuse. "I'm out of town." "I'm not feeling well." "I have to babysit." The excuses could go on and on. Finally...after several months, I worked up the nerve to set up a meeting. But, I chickened out at the last minute. I said I slept in. He gave me one more chance. I managed to grow some figurative balls and we met the next day at a Barnes and Noble. We sat and chatted for a little bit in the coffee shop. The expectations of the meeting had already been set before. Sex, and rather kinky sex at that. I was nervous. Shaking, blushing, and hardly talking. After about 20 minutes we left and went back to his place. Up until then there really hadn't been too much physical contact, only him brushing against me at the book store and grabbing my hand in the car. But, once we got in the door, the entire environment shifted. In a blur he grabbed my hair and yanked it, tilting my head back. Nothing else could have turned me on more than that. It was the act of him immediately taking control of the situation, especially when I was so lost. I could feel myself begin to tingle, the wetness begin to seep through my panties. He pulled me back against his body, keeping one hand tight in my hair, as his other hand moved to explore my body. To run over my breasts, my pussy. He moved his lips over my jaw, and finally over my own lips in a kiss. His tongue pressed into mine, demanding that I respond in full. His kiss was a kiss of passion and control. He broke off the kiss and his hand came up and slapped me across the face. This was the first time I'd ever been slapped. I loved it. A few more kisses and slaps were applied to my face before he moved forward. He yanked his hand down so that I had to bend to keep the pressure of my pulled hair from being unbearable. He walked forward, as I followed behind like a puppy being led on a leash. He steered me to the bedroom, where he pushed me down onto the bed. Face first. His voice was commanding as he told me to stay there. He walked to the trunk at the end of the bed, pulling a few objects from it. I remember it was one of those plush leather seats. The ones where the lid folds up. I was soon to find out they were binds. He fastened my wrists together behind me as my form was still bent over the bed. They rested right above my butt. I'd chosen jeans as attire and they hugged my hips and ass rather tightly. He suddenly brought his hand down on my ass. I jumped a little. It all progressed from there. More spanks with his hands. My cheeks were starting to feel the sting of it. He paused and I was too shy to lift my head and look. But my unasked question was answered as I felt the sharp sting of a belt slapping across my jean clad ass. Over and over again he swung the belt. Almost when I thought it was unbearable, he ceased, bringing his hand down to rub at the sore flesh. He comforted it for a moment, before yanking me to my knees before him. That's when a whole new type of punishment began. He pulled my glasses off, tossing them onto the far edge of the bed. I looked up at him with this new sense gone. My world had gone fuzzy and everything seemed more like a surprise. And then he slapped me. His hand came across my face over and over again, each time the slap becoming more and more forceful. I remember him bending down to ask if I was okay. I remember nodding to him. And then I remember him slapping me again and again. God, by the end of it all, my ears were ringing. I lost track of time, but eventually he bent down to my level and pressed his lips against my ear. He spoke, "Don't you ever, EVER, not show up for a meeting again. If you do your punishment will be much worse. Now the real fun begins." And it did.