0 comments/ 95497 views/ 7 favorites Getting Some By: tayla7 This is my story. My parents gave me a stuffy, formal name but every one calls me Dina. A year out of college, I got a job with a recently elected senator in my home state. My dad used his connections and influence along with my unused liberal arts degree to help me land the position. I would be an exclusive aid to the senator. I would live with her, be her travel companion, and help with her personal correspondence and family matters. I had seen her in advertisements as she campaigned, but they did no justice to the woman in person. Besides being brilliant, this lady was positively gorgeous. She is 35 with classic features, thick blond hair worn in a stylish chignon. Her body in her stylish navy blue power suit was magnificent. Her legs were long and shapely and ended in shoes that complimented the suit. She is married to a 40ish business executive and is the mother of a 12-year old boy who is in military school. Only she and I would be going to the capitol city. Her husband would be visiting on weekends until he established a satellite office there. When she took my hand in hers to welcome me aboard and I looked into the bluest eyes I had ever seen, I felt a jolt go through my pussy. She turned me on big time. Enough about her for the moment. As for me, I am 22, 5'7", pretty but not beautiful, perky with short black hair. I'm free to go with her because I have no romantic commitments here at home. Since I was young, I've known that I like girls. I lost my virginity to a horny college babysitter who first ate me then slowly pushed a cucumber in me to see how far it would go. She taught me how to eat pussy way back then. As a teenager, my parents thought I was becoming unruly when I broke curfew and came home with my clothing disheveled. I would not tell them anything so they thought some boy was taking advantage of me. No boy could do to me what three senior girls did in the backseat of a car at Lover's Lane. They decided to send me away. Boarding school was a pleasure. I happily fucked my way through all kinds of girls. I've never even kissed a guy, but I can kiss like one. You see, I have this long, talented tongue and I can practically stuff it down a girl's throat or up her pussy. I insisted my parents let me go to an all-women's college. They worried that now that I was a woman I wasn't socializing enough with the opposite sex. They wanted grandchildren someday. I told them that I was concentrating on my studies. There would be plenty of time for that later. Maybe. College was a wonderful experience. Girls at college had all kinds of sexual toys and no inhibitions. I've had all sorts of pleasurable things put into me in every imaginable position. My roommate's girlfriend often fucked her to screams with a strap-on dildo and loved it when I watched. When my roommate was gone, she gave me some up my ass after I tongued her first. It seemed that most girls on campus were into lesbian sex. I could get some in the library stacks whenever I went. I fondled breasts and pussies and shared kisses in dorm hall ways. I loved to make out in the movies. In a half empty theater, I'd have my girl remove her panties and put her legs up on the chair in front. I'd crawl under, crouch on the floor, put my head under her skirt and tongue-fuck her until she came and lick away her juices. It turned me on to think that other people may have seen or heard us getting some. On summer breaks, we could make the Girls Gone Wild look like amateurs on our lesbian beaches. Can you imagine all girls in wet tee shirts, no bras and no panties screwing their pussies together on beach chaises? Well, it happened, believe me. Beautiful girls sporting big dicks looking for the perfect girl to stick it in. Girls kissing deeply. Rubbing suntan oil on each other's bodies until the pleasure built so much they had to stop and fuck. Girls cumming, screaming their pleasure with their mates. Even now, I am able to pick up a phone or email one of my college buddies and ask for some. It doesn't matter that she might have a husband and kids. Or a girlfriend or boyfriend. She still wants pussy and will answer the call. We have flown all over the United States to recapture that special sex we had in college. I can't tell you how good it is. Well, that is who I am. I love to fuck girls and always will. The senator and I established our routine and it worked out just fine. I was still attracted to her sexually but managed to hide it. When I had a free weekend, I would go to another city and hire an "escort." I requested a female with a physical resemblance to the senator and would proceed to fuck her brains out. My lust was boundless. Four months into her service, she asked me to plan a long weekend for just her and her husband. I was jealous of her fucking a man, but borrowed the small island that she mentioned from her friend. At the last minute, he had to cancel but she decided to go anyway. She took me. We would open the house and share the small chores. I was ecstatic. I would see her in a bathing suit. She'd be practically naked! I turned my lust up a notch. My luck was even better. On the second day, Friday, she packed up a few things and went out to the beach. Later, when I'd finished a few calls for her, I took a small cooler of soft drinks down to her. As I approached I could only see legs on a beach chair and umbrella. As I drew closer, my heart began to beat faster. When I looked down at her, I could see that she had fallen asleep. Better still, she had removed her bikini to get some heat all over that delicious body. Her legs had opened involuntarily. Or maybe she missed her husband and had played with herself. Regardless, her pussy was covered with a thin layer of blonde hair and her thick lips glistened invitingly. We were alone on this island and would not be picked up until Sunday evening. I might be fired Monday, but I would have her pussy today. Now. I dropped to my knees and began licking her lightly. She squirmed a little, but her juice continued to flow. I sucked her pussy lips and tongued her clit. She began to gyrate, accepting her pleasure. She probably thought this was one fantastic dream. Did I mention that I have a long tongue? Well senator was about to have it lodged in her pussy. I like that phrase "lodged in her pussy." It speaks of something deep and prolonged. I'm good at that. She was open and wet as I rammed my tongue in her. She bucked, moaned and had her orgasm squeezing my tongue. My thumb released the pressure on her clit and I eased out of her after her convulsions had subsided, sat back and waited for her to speak. "Dina, what have you done? I am a married woman. A mother, for heaven's sake! You just had your tongue...in...didn't you?" "Yes, Senator. I'm sorry you're upset. I don't know what came over me. You are so beautiful and sexy. I couldn't help myself," I said. "Well, are you a lesbian or something?" "Yes, ma'am. I prefer women sexually. If it is a problem for you, I will resign my job." "Don't get ahead of yourself, Dina. You do great work. Your sexual orientation is not a problem for me. But there can be no repeat of what happened here today. We won't mention it again. Is that understood?" "Yes, Senator. I'm so sorry." I stood up and backed away. Sorry my horny ass. Her pussy was fantastic. Better than I dreamed. I would love to kiss her right now and share the taste of her pussy. She had only whetted my appetite, but I had to be careful. After dinner, I spent some time on the net while she worked a little from her briefcase. Then I watched a movie and went to bed. I tossed and turned as I dreamed of having sex with her. I needed satisfaction. In the wee hours of the morning, the senator opened my bedroom door. I was instantly awake. The light from the hallway revealed my naked body and hers in a long see-through gown. Without a word, pulled the gown over her head and got into bed with me. I growled and went to work on her. I released the tie on her golden hair and let it flow through my fingers. She was glowing as I brought my mouth to hers for our first kiss. My moving tongue filled her mouth. It battled and overcame hers. I licked her gums and her teeth, nibbled at her lips, licked her face. I kissed her eyelids. I ran my tongue over and in her ears. Her moans of satisfaction were music to my ears as I went lower, planting kisses on her throat. Her beautiful nipples stood at attention waiting for my mouth and my hands. I sucked one breast as I rubbed and pinched the other. I kissed and licked down to and past her navel to a pussy that was already wet. I just pumped my tongue in there as she was thrashing and moaning. When her moans indicated that she was close, I pulled my tongue out, replaced it with three of my fingers and sucked her clit as she exploded. Girls, DO try this at home! Still no words had been said between us. I needed to get some, so I climbed on top of her sated body. Did I mention that in addition to a long tongue I have an enormous clit? Well, I do. I wish you could see it. It was like a little dick at the moment. When I crawled on top of her, my mouth was filled with the taste of her. Her perfume in my nostrils, her moans in my ears. A sheen of sweat covered my body. Our nipples met. Our pussies met. Our tongues collided. I planted my engorged clit on her pubis and began sliding up and down. I rode her, fucked her hard, our clits finding and pushing at each other, mine going inside her, outside her. I grunted out my orgasm as I dug into her over and over. She came again, pushing up to me, rubbing my ass. I sucked her tongue and came again. When I finally rolled off her, she got up, retrieved her gown and went back to her own room. I understood that we were not to speak of this again either. We had a leisurely Saturday. A friend from her college days was nearby and she and her husband boated over for a few hours. Of course, I was not included in their conversations. No problem. I locked myself in my room with some very explicit lesbian movies that I played on my laptop. I know she will come back to me tonight. It will be just a matter of when lust overcomes her. When she thinks about what I did to her last night, how much I made her cum, she'll be weak with need. A pussy can clench for only so long before it needs to be licked or filled. She did come back to me. After my tongue traveled over her entire body, after I kissed her senseless, I fucked her missionary style with my shiny, pink strap-on dick. Each time I plunged into her, I captured her mouth. She went crazy. Each time she came, so did I. I put her on her knees at the edge of the bed and ate her swollen pussy from behind before sticking my dick in her, penetrating her deeply. She went wild—shaking and moaning as I did her. Had she never been fucked in this position before? When I pulled out of her, I kissed her ass and played around her anus a bit with the wet dick. Then I pushed it in just a little. She groaned in pleasure. So I went a little farther. When I pulled out, her sounds protested. I slowly went back in and put as much of my dick in her as would go, taking her virginity. I fucked in her beautiful ass forever, until she collapsed, sighs of pleasure coming from her. I sucked her shoulders, thanked her and pulled out. When I came from the bathroom, she was gone. Her husband surprised her the next day. He remarked at how she seemed to be glowing. The relaxing weekend must have really agreed with her. A little lesbian love on the down low is what did wonders for the senator. Looking at her husband walking with her toward the house, I thought, "I'll bet my dick is better than his!" Back in the city, whenever she needed some, she would sneak into my bedroom for the full treatment or into my office for a quick suck before she started her day. I did her to perfection. How could she not come back? Since her husband opened his office here and moved in with us, I see less of her intimately. We still never speak of the sex we share. I love the senator and I love fucking her, but it is not enough for me. I need pussy more often than she can give it to me. Not to worry. I am getting some from a cute little page who is all business during the day and a big clit, big tit freak at night. I cream just thinking about riding her tonight. I wish I could share my sexual adventures with the senator. But mum's still the word. Getting Some A.S.S. (Amazon Sales & Service) "Hello Mr. Long," my interviewer said. "Hello Ms. Black," I replied. Funny, it always the simple things that make life so interesting. It was this simple exchange of words that led me down the road to my very interesting present condition: official company pussylicker. I guess I should have done my homework better. If I had I might have realized that Amazon Sales and Service, Incorporated, was a female dominated company. Accent on the word "dominated". Of course, I quickly realized that after I was hired. Ms. Black, a long-legged, raven-haired beauty with the tightest, thickest braid of hair straight down the center of her back, was the head of human resources. Her job title took on a whole new meaning after I experienced her hiring technique. What a technique it is indeed!!! If anyone has ever seen the movie "Operation Swordfish" with Hugh Jackman, John Travolta and Halle Berry you the hiring technique. For those who haven't seen the movie in it Travolta get Jackman to hack a special site in 30 seconds or less—while Berry tries to distract him by giving him a blowjob. Well, in my case, it was a bit harder. I had to try and find the mathematical error on a financial database in under a minute. Yes, this was tougher. Chastity Black may have given me twice the time to do but I should mention that the database was over 1,000 terrabytes in size (at least the part of it she had me searching) and she is a 100 times the fellatrix that Halle pretended to be. Have you ever tried to find something really small with a woman sucking your cock? Definitely not easy! After Ms. Black had had her way with my rampant member—and I'd solved her problem—she told me I was perfectly suited for a position within her company. Lucky, submissive, me the position she had in mind was under her—literally. As the official company pussylicker my job was literally beneath my boss as well as the other women in the company. My company uniform included nothing more than my mouth and tongue so every day was casual Friday for me. I would come into work, go below my first desk and immediately begin my job. Daily I had quotas set for me. Some days the quota was number of pussies eaten, some days total number of orgasms and some days it was just the length of time spent on an individual pussy non-stop. I came to appreciate all types of pussies. Whether they were tight or loose, shaved bare or hairy, pierced or not I learned to love them all with a desire for them that bordered on obsession. For variety, from time to time, the women of the company decided to use more than my mouth to please them and thus I was promoted from company pussylicker to company slut. With my new promotion came some new perks as well. For one perk I actually got an expense account for clothing. Of course the account was to be used at stores where appropriate clothing could be purchased. These stores included adult novelty and clothing stores, specialized leather stores, Victoria's Secret, Frederick's of Hollywood and other similar stores. As company slut, and thus company property, I was repeatedly used to further its goals. Sometimes, almost daily it seemed to me, I was sent out to "entertain" prospective clients. I would be rewarded for their business coming on board and punished if they did not (or if they complained about me). First assignment: Venus Cosmetics, Inc Venus P. Enise, President of Venus Cosmetics, Inc., was as beautiful as her name suggested, but about as ruthless as the god of war. Her enemies called her Venus the Penis; her friends simply called her a cocksucking slut and other more sexually explicit names—all of which were very appropriate since she literally fucked her friends. I was about to become her newest friend. Amazon sent me to Venus Enise fully prepared. Of course that meant my style of dress was very minimal and all leather. Venus liked to dominate her men as she did her competition. I knew my ass would be smarting soon, but not just how. Venus was as intimidating in person as her reputation would lead one to believe. This was an amazing fact given that she was only 4' 6" tall. Venus was an African American goddess with the attitude to match even given, or maybe because of, her short stature. I'd never thought I'd seen someone this in charge in my life. Now, at least for the moment, Venus was to be my life. As Venus hauled my half-naked ass literally into the house I knew I was in trouble. Ms. Venus' house was a quaint Victorian style house on the outside and completely different on the inside. The inside of the house appeared gothic in nature. In fact, the inside of her house was as dark, dismal and dank as the outside appeared light, airy and inviting. The perfect trap! She led me into her living room whereupon she lowered a set of cuffs separated by a spreader bar. Without the need to be told I got myself between them and began attaching them like the good slut that I am supposed to be. Mistress Venus finished attaching the wrist cuffs then attached a similar set that was bolted to the concrete heated (thankfully) floor. Her hands roamed my body. She grabbed my exposed asscheeks and massaged them, kneaded them as if judging them on their feel. Then, her hands went to more personal places. The slaps were sudden, unexpected and harsh! Mistress Venus told me that she was starting light and would work up to the more harsh forms of punishment. She did not wait long after telling me this either. The paddle hit my asscheeks full force and alternated between my left and right cheeks. Though I couldn't see my butt cheeks I most certainly felt the color rising in them turning them what must have been a bright shade of red. She hit my thighs as hard as she hit me elsewhere. As she progressed from outer thighs to inner ones she kept increasing the pain level the whole time. I'd been screaming in agony for so long my voice was hoarse and I did not know where the pain left off and I began. Mistress Venus made sure she mixed pleasure with pain. Each paddle, each palm on my skin was accompanied by equal parts of pleasure. After whacking me with her hand hard on my ass she would reach between my legs and stroke my cock until I became rampant, or, if already rampant, until I was very near release. She kept me on edge so long that the backed up cum inside me, struggling but being denied release often, became painful in and of itself. Mistress' account was of major importance to Amazon and I was instructed, very strongly, not to deny her anything she wanted. They meant ANYTHING! My fear shot through me like an arrow when they said it. What would she have me do? Take a dildo up my ass? A live cock? Hang me from needles inserted through my skin? Use me as a sex slave? Furniture? A toilet? All sorts of kinky things went around in my head at my instruction to "deny her nothing". After a week with Mistress Venus I was finally returned to the company a lot worse for wear but still in good condition. I can't tell you the relief I had when I was returned because Mistress Venus had a really evil glint in her eyes as she returned me. I felt as if I'd dodged a really close large caliber bullet. Getting Some For Myself It was late. I was horny. I was in the city. I was pretty tired after a long, stressful day. It had been a very busy season at work. I wasn't seeing much of my wife due to our divergent schedules. All of those factors had me feeling a little bit restless and wanting to indulge myself. I'm happily married to a wonderful, curvaceous, bisexual woman who loves sex. We give each other all the latitude we want to experiment. My wife has had an occasional female lover for many years, since before the two of us had met. Lucky for me, her lover's husband, Nick, is bisexual and enjoys having sex with me on occasion. This was just such an occasion. Being restless and pretty tightly wound I was in need of a release. Although I love having wild, unbridled sexual encounters with my wife I wanted something different; something more primal. I wanted the raw, climactic sex that two hot, horny men can have. Knowing that Nick is pretty much always ready for a mansex throwdown I decided to give him a call. "Hey Nick, whatcha doing tonight?" "Not much. Did you have something in mind?" "Yeah. It's been a while since I've seen you. I was thinking you might wanna hook up tonight. You up for it?" "Sure. Anna is already asleep so you're welcome to come on over." "Great. I'll be there in about twenty minutes." That was all the more planning it took. One thing I love about Nick is that he's always ready for sex. He has a super hot wife with big, round, delicious tits but he's also interested in sex with men. He has broad sexual horizons. He may not want an intimate relationship with a man but he enjoys the sexual activities that two men can have. For me, sex with another man is about self-gratification. I just wanna get my rocks off. It's self-indulgent almost to the point of being selfish. If I were doing that with a woman I might feel guilty. With a man it's game on! I showed up at Nick and Anna's condo and made myself right at home. After Nick let me in I gave him a slap on the shoulder that quickly turned more intimate. He pulled me in close and started running his hands over my back. I followed his lead and started rubbing his back and leaned my head on his shoulder. "Oh, God, Nick... this is just what I needed. I'm really stressed out and horny and just a big ball of nervous energy. I need to get some of the kinks out." By the time I said that I could already feel his hardening dick against my leg. I slid my hands down to the curve of his ass and started kneading his cheeks. He started grinding his dick into my leg. I'm not normally interested in kissing guys but the encounter had gotten so hot so quickly that I couldn't help myself. I leaned my head up and started kissing him deeply and passionately, darting my tongue in and out of his mouth. He was only too happy to reciprocate. Soon we were grinding our mostly-hard cocks together and kissing like horny teens discovering their first taste of forbidden love. Nick broke our embrace and led me over to the futon with his hand on my crotch. He stripped off his t-shirt and jeans and I stepped out of my button-down shirt and slacks. Nick grabbed the waistband of my briefs and tugged them down saying, "Now we can't have these in the way, can we?" His sly smile told me exactly what he was thinking. I wasn't in the mood for submission. I was like a wild animal on the hunt. I was in no mood to play hard-to-get. That's for girls. I was a man who was hard and horny for another man and begging for release. I grabbed his boxer shorts and yanked them down roughly. "Cut the small talk. I want cock." With that I pushed him back on the futon and dove into his crotch with my mouth. Needless to say, Nick was very surprised at my aggressiveness. In the past I had been a more passive partner with him. He didn't seem to mind. I lowered my mouth onto the head of his cock and started swirling my tongue around the head, savoring the slight taste of male power and virility on his cock. I grabbed the base with my right hand to constrict my activities to the head of his cock. With my left hand I started gently stroking his balls. I wanted to give him a good, unambiguous opening round of pleasure so that he got the message that I wanted to build up to a torrent of hot, steamy, masculine sex. My opening gambit had its intended effect. His head rolled back and he moaned in pleasure as I tongued the head of his cock. Even though I was going down on him I felt extremely powerful. Taking another man's cock in my mouth gives me a feeling that I'm connected to the essence of masculinity. The penis is the most powerful symbol of being male. To have the penis in one's mouth is to capture the life force of masculinity. It's a head rush to say the least. As I got more aggressive with Nick I started sucking him in earnest. I kept my hand at the base of his shaft and started sucking the head into my mouth. I ran my tongue around the underside of his cock head and generally slurped and sucked on it with wild abandon. Nick was getting increasingly aroused but I didn't want him to come just yet. I wanted more out of that cock. To hold him off I took his cock out of my mouth and started licking his balls. It always drives me wild when my wife does that to me. I felt I should give Nick the same sort of pleasure. He seemed appreciative. I couldn't do too much of that, though, because he was getting closer to orgasm. "OK, your turn buddy. Now you get to suck *MY* cock," I said to him. He was more than happy to return the favor. I swapped positions with him and climbed on the futon, reclining lazily. My cock stuck out like an old tree limb just waiting for something to land on it. Nick got on the floor and took my dick into his mouth. Usually Nick and I like to 69 when we're sucking dick but this time he was more than OK with taking his place between my legs. He knew that he didn't want to get overheated and come too soon. Concentrating on sucking my cock would be a great way to let his sexual tension subside a while. Nick went right to work on me. I had lost some of my erection while I was sucking his cock. A few strokes of his tongue was all it took to get me back to full attention. He diligently took my dick in his mouth and gave it a good tongue-lashing. Just as I was really getting into it and starting to arch my back he pulled off my dick and looked up at me: "This isn't what you really want, is it? I'm pretty sure you want me to fuck you." "Yeah, you're right. Only this time I'm not going to be your passive fuckee. I'm going to use that cock with my ass to get myself off. I want to pull all the come right out of your dick." Being fucked in the ass is the most powerful thing I've ever experienced sexually. There's so much at play in that one action. There are gender roles and raw emotion and ecstasy and a whole flood of feelings that make it a supercharged sexual activity. Normally I want a more passive butt fucking where I relax and receive the pleasure of having a man fuck me. At that moment I was a power bottom– I wanted to be fucked hard and fast. Nick crawled back away from the futon and got up and went in the bedroom to grab a bottle of lube. I slid further down on my back and put one leg up on the fireplace mantel and the other on a footstool to give Nick access to my ass. When he returned he got down on his knees and started squirting lube on his finger. He slowly worked it around and into my asshole. It felt fucking amazing to have him probing at my ass. My head instinctively rolled back in sheer delight as he lubed me up for his prick. "OK, you ready?" he asked. "Damn, man! What are you waiting for? Gimme that cock. I want it in me NOW!" "You don't have to ask me twice." With that he leaned forward and pressed the head of his dick up to my sphincter. I gasped a little as it started pressing in. He used his slick hand to guide it into me, going just a little bit at a time until I was comfortable. "Oooooh, Nick. Oh yeah. Give it to me. Yessssssss....." was all I could say. But what needed to be said? I was finally getting the powerful sexual encounter my body had been craving. He kept pushing into me until he was balls deep in my ass. It felt so amazingly good that I started squirming around on his dick feeling its lusciousness inside of me squishing around. It didn't take me long to get comfortable with his dick in my ass. "OK Nick, I want it. Fuck me. Fuck me good." He pulled back until the tip of his cock was almost out of my ass and then started pushing back in. I had chills going up my spine. My head was spinning. It was an intense and satisfying feeling. He hit bottom and then pulled out again, slowly gaining speed. Soon he had worked his way up to a steady, comfortable fucking rhythm. I was loving it. With each thrust I could feel the pent-up frustrations melt away. I started to get a little more aggressive, pushing down toward him when he pushed into me. The pleasure was getting to be a little too much for me and I was clawing at the bed with my hands. Nick's hands were on my knees, giving himself some balance for his vigorous fucking. He was fucking me as hard as he could by that point, his balls audibly slapping against my ass. I was absolutely loving it. I tried pushing against him as hard as I could and he was pounding into me as hard as he could. It was one pile of raw, sweaty, powerful mansex. It didn't take much more until I hit an orgasm. My body jerked upward violently as I shot my first load up into the air. The spasms caused my ass to grip Nick's cock even harder. He held onto my knees for dear life and continued fucking me as best he could. Just a few seconds later he fell over his own orgasmic cliff and shot his come deep inside me. He made his last few plaintive thrusts and then fell forward onto my chest and softening dick. We laid like that for a few minutes, savoring the primal, animalistic act of sexual gratification which we had just given each other. I felt his dick soften inside of me. When he sat up it slid out of my ass leaving a sloppy, wet trail on its way out. He leaned back and then collapsed on the carpet behind him. He was completely spent and so was I. After another ten minutes or so of post-sexual basking I got up off the futon. "Wow, Nick, just... wow. That was awesome. Just what I needed." "Me too. I was just getting hard thinking about you when you called." "Dude, that's perfect. I'm glad I stopped by." I gave his cock a few goodbye strokes and then went into the bathroom to clean up. I got dressed, said a few pleasantries and left. On the drive home I had the naughty squishy feeling inside of me to remind me of the hot night of fucking I had just received. Getting Some Helping Hands Inside [This is a sequel to 'Cream Buns after the Party'] It had been scary towards the end of the party as I knew, if any of the hotel staff had walked in, I would have been instantly dismissed in disgrace. That's kind of not what you need in your first job after college. I had been asked to be bar tender in one of the hotel function rooms. I didn't know it was a hen party and that these were all girls who knew me and used to tease me at school. I mean the teasing was OK, I kind of liked it you see. Anyway I must explain that, whatever happens next, I was really a private sort of guy. And not being as muscular as most of my school friends, I couldn't do team games with the other boys. In some of the school sporting activities, I even got grouped with the girls. The games teachers were just trying to give me a fairer chance. Actually that was what the teasing was often about. I mean, as a young guy, I did look quite effeminate so that's how I got called a sissy. But I was really good at gymnastics; it suited my figure better. It's a more individual sport so I didn't get to mingle with the other guys much in like communal showers and that sort of thing. You probably won't believe this but I really was private about myself. OK there had been that incident at school where some guys dared me to bare my bum on camera but it was all supposed to have been kept secret. Anyway it was only really when I wore tight shirts for sports that anyone noticed my nipples. At other times I would dress modestly and I was even reluctant to show my bare arms. Perhaps I kind of overdid the modesty a bit deliberately and maybe I was like playing 'hard to see' or 'hard to get'. Anyway having girls as well as guys urging me to bare my chest or show a leg (I never wore shorts), used to give me a sort of secret thrill. That's what I mean by not minding being teased a bit, even when it came to things like 'Who's your boyfriend?' In the first story 'Moon Probed at Hen Party' I explained how in private I used get excited about my naked body. I think it started after some guys cornered me at school. After that I got to wanting to explore my bum you see. Sometimes I would squeeze cream into my cleft; it made me feel sexy when I walked around. But I still tried to be modest in public. What I mean is that by then I was kind of more of age. Anyway it was only a matter of popping my pants down for a couple of seconds. That's why I am trying to explain I didn't really mean things to happen the way they did. I think I still wanted to be that sort of person whose private parts were for me only? Yea I think so but then I began to wonder if others were still interested in me now that I had left school. I suppose I am trying to make excuses but when the news got out, about my bum that is, at this hen party, they just went crazy. What hope did I ever have of controlling things with a gaggle of excited girls all round me? I used to think of them all as little angels but when reality dawns it's, yea a bit different! I won't recount all the details because they are in the two previous stories. Anyway during the course of the party the girls not only took over my bar tender duties but once they discovered it was my bum in the pics, they took my pants down too. There was no more 'hard to get or see', they had got me! OK 'why didn't I resist?' you might ask; and I'm afraid the truth is I couldn't because I kind of liked it really. I mean yea it did go a lot further. It was all because they already knew me so well. Of course they had been drinking a lot too so while I was still sober so all their inhibitions were gone. One of them had said "Let's see if he's a virgin". That's when it all started happening. They all grabbed me and made me bend over. Of course it wasn't my idea that, at that point, they invited Brenda to join the party. Anyway no one warned me she was a transsexual. And it got worse too when their boyfriends turned up to collect them. They were just in time to see with my bare bum over the arm of a sofa and Brenda pulling a big slimy dick out of my exposed cunt. She dominated me completely and all the other girls did was just watch me getting it.. Brenda had this fixation that I needed to be feminised. "Look at his nipples! he's practically one of us. [meaning transsexual] He's certainly no real guy, he's far too pretty. What I'd do to him, yea? I'd like to pump his fucking femmy bum. I want to do things to him." she had said. "I mean look at him, he needs to get it, he's got zero future as a guy!" So after Brenda had finished doing me, I got fucked by all the guys, didn't I? It was Jason's fault that the shared rubber burst so all their cum got released up my bottom. And then the girls, ever inquisitive of my situation, discovered he had left half the rubber up me too. It got even worse (or better if you like) when Jason's girlfriend Judith got angry with me and promised revenge because I fucked his tight hairy bum straight after he had fucked me. So that's us up to date with things and now they were taking me back to Sally's place to give me 'a good seeing to'. She was easily the most bossy of all the girls. She had all the makings of a dominatrix. Judith was hell bent on getting back at me and had said something about going off to her place for a dong. As for Brenda that was the last I saw of her that night. I couldn't find my clothes but the girls said they had taken them away as 'they needed washing'; so all I had on as we left the party was a brief girls overcoat that barely covered my bare bottom. "Hey Sally we'd better put something to cover the back seat as he's a bit, well .. he's a bit oozey you see. Anyone got a tampon we could stick up him?" Sheila asked giggling as we prepared to get into the car. "No we've nothing, look just put your finger in or something. We don't have far to go. Oh hang on, try this body spray thing, it's about the right size." "Right you naughty boy, we're going to have to put this up you aren't we? We can't have you making a mess in my nice new car. Sally had that knack of humiliating you, so I was made to bend over while everyone watched me getting this spray canister pushed up my bum hole. Tony was driving and I was in the backseat between Sally and Sheila. They talked excitedly across me about girly things but every time we went over the slightest bump I felt this object teasing my gland. "I bet that feels nice! I remember being in the back seat with you up me once Tony. Now don't try and say you don't remember!" They both giggled but he said nothing as Shirley, who was sitting in the front beside him, gave directions to her place. "I'm just going in to get some equipment then we'll go over to yours Sally, there's more room there for people to see" She came out with two plastic bags, one with rubber tubes hanging out and some sort of metal frame thing which she put in the boot. "Don't worry pretty boy, we're going to get to the bottom of things I think!" they all collapsed into giggles. Tony looked round at me and winked. "There you are, welcome to 'Maison Sally', now lets get that stuff all set up and as for you" she said casually, "Well you don't need this jacket now do you?" So there I was in a strange house standing helplessly in the nude. The un-tanned parts of my body emphasised my immodesty. I was very aware too of the plug up my bum hole and knew it was clearly visible sticking out from my slimy slit. I was like someone just waiting to be attended to. That was just about correct too. Some of the girls were taking close-up pics of my bum while others got excited about the stuff they had brought in from the car. There was one big relief for me though; we were away from the hotel and there was no longer the threat of some other member of staff catching me with my pants down. "He's got a lovely bum hasn't he?" said Shirley as she and then some of the other girls started grabbing at my buttocks and smacking me with their bare hands. "They're so beautifully big and smooth aren't they? And I really love that cleavage, oh wow! I tell you what, there aren't many girls who'd say no to a bum like that eh? He's got such a lovely deep sexy slit, ooh yes I think that's where we're going to have to go exploring aren't we girls?" "Yea let's get to the bottom of it" giggled Suzy. "OK we've had that joke already" Sally had just come out of one of the rooms. "Right now, looks like we've got my room all set up for a sissy boy! Come on now Carly darling you're coming into my bedroom. Now doesn't that sound exciting eh? There you are now just lie on your back on the bed. You see we've got to get you fixed up so we can get a really good look at you and well, we're going to have a good look inside you too OK?. " I had no choice really as each of my ankles were strapped up. I was in this contraption they had fixed to the bad. "OK wind him up Sheila and let's get a proper look at him." As Sheila wound thus handle I felt my ankles being bulled up and back to beside my face. I realised then they had me in a gyny sling. The girls were all giggling and crowding round to get a look at me but the guys, who had brought some crates of beer seemed more interested in discussing motor bikes and football. Both Sally and Shirley had put on rubber gloves. They immediately began investigating me. They had all stripped off down to their panties. All I could see was their arms reaching down to my bum but I could feel things happening. Suddenly the door burst open. Judith had just arrived puffing and waving a huge dildo at me. It was long black and rubbery dildo about twice the thickness of a gas station filler hose "Brilliant you've got that sissy bum just where I want it. No escape now for you now is there, you cheeky little wimp? Carl, no I'm going to call you 'Carla', it sounds more girly; now see this!" she said trying to stuff the black thing in mouth. "You're going to get this right up your fucking bum my boy, Oh yes I'd going to stuff it up your rectum and squeeze you out till you've got nothing left!" But Sally was having none of it. "No way Judith; you wait your turn. Sheila here knows what she's doing. Anyway first things first eh? We've got to get this plug out of you haven't we? No one can see much with that up you asshole can they eh? And then he's got to be dilated before he gets anything big up him." It felt really sexy when she pulled it out. "Ooh look he really is well fucked in there isn't he girls? Look at him poor lad he's all gaping. You'll have to try and keep all that cum inside you darling and stop it oozing out because first we've got to fish out that condom haven't we." She turned to me. "It'll be floating around in all that fuck inside you pretty little boy bum, won't it darling although it's not is little really is it?" She pinched my right buttock so hard it made me yell out. "Ah they're being horrible to you!" Cindy had been watching everything carefully and had a concerned look on her face. "Here let me kiss it better" she said landing a quick kiss on my bum cheek. Sally and Sheila had each been putting fingers in me then rubbing them over their forearms. "Cum's the best lubricant ever isn't it girls?" Sally winked as she said it. "Hey look Sheila would you mind lending us Tony a minute. He deserves something better to suck than that monstrous thing!" Tony had been watching me out of the corner of his eye and came over willingly offering me his erect cock. It made me feel happy and secure as I fondled his lovely manly balls. At that moment I really wanted him up me. I wanted him to fuck me up my bottom. Sheila spoke with that calming sort of routine speak of a nurse about to begin a procedure. "Now Carly darling, just relax while we work some of this cream into your pretty little cherry. It's special cream to dilate you; it's just like they use for mothers giving birth you see. Now it won't hurt a bit, it's just so we can open you up a bit and get a really good look. It's just as simple as that!" Then turning to Suzy, who was in a high state of excitement; "I'll soon be ready for the spec darling. Oh good that's it. Hey look this is a good one isn't it! Wow this should open him right up; he'll need to get a really thorough rectal I think won't he." It was a strange sensation; it wasn't painful I just felt something quite smooth coming up me then somehow it just seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. The girls were all watching closely. "Shirley could you get a glass or something, he's dribbling a lot. Yea that's great. Wow darling you did get fucked well didn't you. Fancy you stealing all that virile spunk off our guys! It' not good enough you know and there's to be no jerking my Tony off right?" she said waiving a finger. "I shall be needing him later. Now lets have a little peep shall we?. Ooh look he's all lovely and pink and slimy inside isn't he, what a pretty boy you are. Now we're going to have open you up a bit more darling. Oh this is great eh girls? I bet you haven't seen a guy like this before." "Have you found the rubber?" I asked plaintively. "Oh yes we've got that, it came out with all the cum darling. Now don't you worry yourself you're in good hands because all we're doing now is getting right up so we can examine you properly" There was more tittering and giggles amongst the girls. For me I had never felt so humiliated, but there was more to come. Sheila was dampening the cum on her glove and forearm with a sort of soapy solution while. Judith impatiently slapped her dong on the back of my legs. "Now darling that thing we had in you is what we call a speculum you see" Sheila liked to sound professional. "And what you've just had is what we call a rectal examination but we were really just having a good look inside you. Anyway now I have get right up you and have a good feel, do you understand? You're such a sissy so we need to investigate. Now just relax and don't be scared, I've got really small hands. You might feel a little pinch then I'll be right up you darling. It won't hurt a bit." I did feel it quite a lot though. There was a sharp pain as she pushed her fist into my sphincter. It took her several goes, each time I felt her getting further in, then it was as if I was drawing her hand right then her wrist and forearm into my hungry boy bum. I simply couldn't even think of resisting, I was utterly in her power. She seemed to be coming further and further up me. I could see her shoulder moving towards me and her elbow had almost disappeared from sight. With every movement she made I was so aware of her arm was up inside me. She was somewhere deep inside my bottom now groping my gland and all my most intimate parts. It was all amazingly sexy. Suzy was fingering and sucking my nipples while Sally teased my little cock. All the time Sheila was chatting to the others. "You know that friend of his Derek, yea the one who took the pics. Well he' planning a stag party isn't he and guess who I heard they've got lined up to be star of the show?" she massaged my gland more purposefully as she spoke. "Yea bum-boy here I gather!" "You don't know half of it then!" Judith interrupted. "Jason says Gareth and his gang have definite plans yea, I think there could be a bit of a dress code too, for some eh?" she added slapping me with the dong. "Like miniskirt perhaps? but no panties will be allowed of course!" "He'll look good in a mini because he got lovely smooth legs haven't you darling" Sheila said running her other hand over my thigh. Suzy giggled as she teased my nipples. But hearing all that had sent me way over the top, I couldn't control myself anymore. I knew Gareth was one of Jason biker friends. The idea of them ganging me was too much and with Sheila fisting my ass cunt, I started to imagine they were all up me right then. A thrilling sort of spasm was welling up in my bum, like I had been taken over by some massive rectal orgasm. It was like something absolutely huge and gigantic! I felt like I was trying to shoot cum but I couldn't; I was powerless to ejaculate with Sheila's arm up me. "Ooh steady on now darling! That got you all over excited didn't it eh? Wow that must have been good news for you then? You see, you can't hide anything from us now can you? All your secrets are coming out!" "Oh please let's have a feel!" pleaded Suzy so Sheila slowly withdrew her forearm and slimy fist from my cunt hole. She tried to control things as they all wanted to get at me together. "No not all of you at once, just let Suzy go in first. No Judith your turn will come after and now let Sally have a feel after Suzy." Suzy gave me a nice smile as she felt around in my bum. But Sally's hand must have been a bit bigger and she wasn't so gentle. This was Sally the dominatrix taking control of my sex organs. "There's no way I'm leaving this to Judith!" she said as she reached right up inside me. "Now lets see where is it now?" I could feel her groping all around in my bottom then I suddenly got this feeling of being squeezed somehow from somewhere deep within. I had never felt like this before. "There we are. Got it!" she said triumphantly. Then I felt this huge pressure inside me; I seemed to be getting a sort of orgasm and while my cock was still hopelessly limp I got this feeling like something was oozing from my knob . The girls were all pointing excitedly at me. I looked down and there was a pool of spunk all around my cock and pubic hairs. Sally must have squeezed me out like a tube of toothpaste. "Come on lets get him out of this thing" It was Judith's turn and she was unstoppable now. She had one end of the dong up her cunt "Now you'll see that impotent sissy boy getting it doggy style. Yea get him on the mat. Now you kneel there, and come on get a guy's cock in your mouth because you're about to get something much fucking bigger up your ass. Wow look how his cunt's all swollen! It looks more like a pussy than ever now eh?" Gavin obliged me with his lovely big cock. He seemed very excited and anyway all the guys wanted to see Judith in action. The moment I was on my knees she thrust into my ass. Judith was not about to give me an easy time. It seemed like she was more used to shoving it up girls vaginas as she thrust this huge strap-on right down to it s full length. I could feel her pussy hairs against my bum cheeks. It was thrilling but painful for me and soon I found myself crying out. I just couldn't help it. You could hear the slurping sound as my boy cunt was pumped in and out with this massive object. "You won't be able to do any more fucking for a while when I've finished with you because I'm going to milk every last single drop out of your innermost tubes you pathetic little sissy boy!" Cindy, the pretty little girl who always wanted to protect me was screaming at her to stop. But soon she got distracted as Tony had come to my rescue. "Hey get off me! Who's that you fucking prick what the hell do you you're doing. Nobody fucks me like that! Ah!" At that point she had to pull out of me. Tony managed to stuff his rigid cock right up her bum while she was fucking me. Then, in turn, Jason tried to stuff his up Tony's in an attempt to prevent him fucking Judith but he was too late. Other guys joined in too and it all ended in a heap of nude bodies and cum all over the place. Tony proudly told me afterwards that despite Jason he had managed to stuff Judith's ass and Jason hadn't managed to penetrate his tight hole so he just ejaculated into his slit and all over his bum cheeks. Later I asked Tony why Judith had that dong. "Yea you may well ask; you see you're not the only bi-sexual around here. With the exception of Sheila and Sally there are not many girls from our whole class who have managed to resist her advances. Sheila tells me everything!" he explained Getting Some Helping Hands Inside But all that was afterwards. There I was quite exhausted lying on my side while each of the other girls fisted me in turn. They chatted to each other sharing experiences of their explorations. Did I say I was a private sort of guy? Well each of these girls took their time up me. It is such a weird but wonderful feeling to be investigated so intimately. These female ex-school friends now knew every single detail of my most intimate sexual parts. But I felt so passive and as they ran their hands into me and looked me in the eyes I got this feeling of being mothered in some deep and very intimate way. I have never been able to forget the experience. Was I getting addicted to the feeling of female fists up my bum. Gradually one by one the girls paired up with their guys and they were all gone apart from Cindy and myself. "Would you mind if I had a feel too?" she asked in a kind voice. I told her I would love it. For a long time she just kissed and fondled my cherry. "That Judith is a brute of a girl, she'll never come near me!" she said as she lovingly licked my sphincter. Then very carefully she slipped her little hand into me. She felt me all around inside in such a gentle way, it made all the others seem really course. "Will you come to bed with me?" she asked looking expectantly at my face for an answer. I couldn't say anything but yes. I had no idea where it would lead but she seemed so nice. After what Judith and Sally had done to me I was left quite impotent and felt really incapable of being able to provide for Cindy. I hardly felt like a guy at all. We lay in bed in each others arms and talked until we fell asleep. Some time in the night we both woke up and things just happened like it was the most natural thing on earth. "Will you stay with me? Will you be my boyfriend?" she asked plaintively. I had replied yes almost without thinking. Looking back it is so strange. You see I thought I was gay or perhaps that I just had to be gay because of my effeminate body. There had been times when I had tried to get girlfriends but I could never get anywhere with the ones I met. I couldn't get them to take me seriously. Often things would end embarrassingly in ridicule. I suppose I was straight in mind but gay in body or something like that. The other difficult thing was that although I loved being fucked by guys, especially by gangs of them, I didn't want to live with any one guy as a life partner. I could not escape the fact that what I really needed was a woman. "Carl I want you to know this right?" "What is it?" I asked "I want you to know that I know that" she hesitated and said thoughtfully "you need guys right? Yea? and I'm not going to try and stop you. In fact I would really love you to be able to see Tony and the others sometimes. I mean well, you know what I mean don't you. I won't be jealous. I know you need it and I would be happy for you, OK?" Cindy had way of repeating herself to emphasise a point I couldn't ever have imagined meeting such an understanding girl. I asked her why she wanted me rather than all those muscular guys. She simply said "Oh I know them, I've gone out with a few but it's you I want. I love you Carl and I always will do. I suppose as I got older I was less boy-like and the two of us must have seemed like any other couple. Like that room after the hen party; Sally had organised the clear up so efficiently nobody would have known anything had happened. Oh yes, I nearly forgot; the day after one of the under-managers complimented me on the way the flowers had been rearranged on the tables. I am afraid I took all the credit for it myself! Anyway Cindy not only let me go on seeing Tony, with Sheila's permission of course, but introduced me to some fabulous guys who were friends of her cousin. Yea Brad and Colin plus quite a few others at the local Rugby Club. They certainly supplied me with all my needs. Did u cum?? pls mail me Getting Some More of the Boss Author's Note: This is another in the Jodi and Bryan series. While each story can be enjoyed on their own, to appreciate the story, read them in this order: Getting the boss, getting more of the boss, getting even more of the boss, Halloween with the boss, and then this story! Thanks for your votes. E-mail me with suggestions if you have any! ------------------------------------------ Following their Halloween escapade, Jodi found herself thinking more and more about ways to get Bryan at work. There was just something about the illicit affair, plus the chance of being caught that thrilled her to no end. On her lunches and breaks, she started thinking of different places they could hook up in the store where there were no cameras but still the chance of being caught was there. She finally managed to think of a place that would be perfect. Now she just needed to get him there. Work was slow one Friday night. Jodi was working, as was the usual anymore, and so was Bryan. She was busying herself with fixing some things along a bottom shelf when she felt a presence behind her. "While you're down there," Bryan said with a smile. Jodi simply looked up at him and leaned in as if to grab his cock with her mouth right there on the floor. He jumped back about a foot. "Hey, not out here!" "You asked! I was just complying with your wishes!" Jodi smiled back at him. "You know you love the sight of me on my knees, your cock in my mouth." She ended this last statement by licking her lips suggestively. "Definitely. And after the other week in the stockroom I can't wait to feel it again." Jodi could tell that just thinking about it turned him on, as his cock was making quite the tent in his pants as they talked. She got up and brushed a hand against his cock. "You'd better settle down there or everyone will know something is up...literally!" She gave his cock a light squeeze and walked away. She knew that tonight would be the night for another round in the store. A few hours passed and it was time for lunch. Jodi went out to get her lunch as usual and sat down to eat it in the break room. Several other people, including Bryan, were back there. Soon there were boisterous conversations and laughter going on. Jodi took this as her chance. She got up from the table, gathering her lunch as she did so, and started heading for the door. "Where are you going, Jodi?" someone asked. "Oh, I'm getting a headache and it's kind of loud in here, so I think I'm going to go to the old manager's lounge upstairs to finish lunch and maybe rest a bit." She caught Bryan's eye and winked at him. He just smiled back at her and watched her leave. Jodi headed up the stairs but had no intention of finishing her lunch. She was skipping straight to dessert! She could still here the laughter and carrying on in the downstairs lounge. They might drown out any noises that would be coming from up where she was. She waited for about ten minutes, figuring it would take Bryan that long to finish lunch and leave without it seeming suspicious. She went over to the couch and removed every piece of clothing except her black thong. Bryan had absolutely loved it when she wore it for Halloween, so she had worn it again just in case. She laid back on the couch, propping herself up on her elbows and waited. She didn't have to wait long as soon heavy footsteps on the stairs told her Bryan was on his way. She was right. Bryan soon appeared in the doorway of the lounge. He caught one sight of her sprawled on the couch and exhaled deeply. "What a magnificent sight you are!" "Are you ready for some dessert?" she asked, beckoning him forward with one finger. He didn't say a word in response. He simply came over to her and dropped to his knees. He spread her legs wide apart and began planting kisses on her inner thighs. He started first at her right knee, kissing up to just before her hot, thong covered pussy. Then he moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Then he paused, simply breathing his warm breath onto her pussy. It was driving her mad. She wanted him to lick and suck and touch her so much that she almost wriggled right off the couch. He held on to her legs with both hands though, which kept her from falling. Bryan slid his hands up underneath her ass and lifted her pussy closer to his face. Slowly he licked her through her panties, tracing a line from top to bottom, pressing gently on her clit each time. Her panties were already soaked and he tasted her sweetness on them. He was still teasing her this way as his hands slowly grabbed the edges of her thong and began sliding it down over her ass. Jodi raised her hips and he slid her thong off, leaving her dripping pussy exposed to him. He leaned in and repeated the treatment he had given her before: slowly licking her pussy from top to bottom, flicking it lightly over her clit as he passed. Jodi moaned with pleasure, loving the feeling of Bryan's warm breath on her naked pussy. Bryan stopped at her clit and began flicking it back and forth lightly. Jodi raised her hips and pushed her pussy into his face, urging him to give her more. He began sucking on her clit, drawing yet another moan form her lips. He slowly took a finger and rubbed around her opening, teasing her. She moaned again as he slid his finger into her. He slid it back out and inserted it again, adding a second finger while still sucking on her clit. Jodi was moaning constantly now, her hips bucking up and meeting the thrusts of his fingers. Jodi's orgasm came before she even realized and she cried out. "Oh God Bryan! Eat my pussy. That feels so good!" She spasmed a few times and he began to let up on her pussy, watching her come down after her orgasm. "Wow. That was incredible!" she exclaimed. "I just hope no one downstairs heard." They both looked over at the door, which they had left wide open. "Oh, they are so loud when they get talking, I doubt it," Jodi said as she slid from the couch and on to her knees in front of him. She locked Bryan in a deep kiss, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. He was still clothed and his rock hard cock was straining against his pants. Jodi quickly unbuttoned and removed his shirt, kissing and nibbling at his neck as she slid it off his arms. She kissed her way down to his chest, flicking each nipple then continuing her way down. She sucking on his cock through the material of his pants, teasing him as he had done to her. "No fair teasing me like that," Bryan moaned. "Only giving what I got," she replied, smiling at him as she did so. Her hands were quickly on his belt, opening it and then sliding his zipper down, freeing his cock from its constraints. She bent down and licked the tip, which was already oozing precum. He moaned as she took the entire head in her mouth. She sucked on it gently, teasing the opening with her tongue. Slowly she worked her way down his cock. Bryan grabbed the back of her head and tried to push her down faster, but she held back, going at her pace. She continued all the way down until his cock was buried deep in her throat. She held him there, for a few seconds before coming all the way off. She looked up at him and just smiled. He smiled back, but his hand on the back of her head was pushing her back toward his cock. Jodi moved back on to Bryan's cock once again, this time working it the way he wanted. She sucked hard on the first few inches of his cock, bobbing her head up and down on it while her hands massaged his balls. Bryan leaned his head back, his hand still on her head, but not forcing. His grip began to tighten in her hair as she worked her magic with her mouth. She went all the way down on him again and he had to pull her off before he came right then. "I want to fuck you before I cum," he said. He pulled Jodi up onto the couch. Holding her legs together and up in the air, he slid his cock into her dripping pussy. They both moaned loudly, reveling in the feeling of his cock in her pussy. He slowly drew his cock back out almost all the way, then rammed it back in quickly. She gasped, loving the feeling of being pounded that way. He continued to pound in and out of her pussy, driving her towards another orgasm. He held her legs in place with one hand and reached down between them to rub her already sensitive clit. That was all it took and Jodi exploded in another orgasm, her pussy squeezing his cock. She cried out his name again and as she did, he felt his orgasm building. He started ramming his cock into her faster and until he exploded with a cry of his own. That was just enough to send Jodi into a smaller third orgasm. Bryan let go of Jodi's legs and leaned in to give her a deep kiss. She kissed him back and he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her pussy. They sat there on the couch for a few minutes before gathering their clothes. "I think it's time to get back to work. I wonder if anyone heard anything," Bryan mused. "Who cares if they did? They already think we're sleeping together. Besides, we're having fun anyway. Although I think that we might be out of places to enjoy each other in the store." Jodi gave him a pat on the ass and a quick peck on the cheek as she left the lounge and headed back downstairs. Getting Some Tail I have to confess, I've had a wide and varied sex life, met all kinds of people who had different tastes, different skills, and different levels of experience. In fact, I thought that I had seen it all. I mean, after a while you kind of get it into your head that people really don't tend to get much more different or varied. That is, until I met Natalia. Without question, Natalia was one of the most unique girls I had ever met, even non-sexually. Shy, but with a wicked sense of humor that usually came out when she thought nobody was paying attention. I was instantly attracted to her the moment I met her, but I couldn't figure out whether or not the feeling was mutual. It seemed like she was interested, but whenever I asked her to go do something she always hedged, or tried to see if there were more people going. I'm not stupid; I knew the signs. I was headed for the dreaded "Friend Zone." Not that this was a terrible place to be, mind you. Natalia was extremely bright, witty, and interesting to be around. She worked as a chemical scientist in a major corporation looking into various new forms of renewable energy and, while I rarely understood what the hell it all meant, it was particularly fascinating to see her perspective on things. I've always gravitated towards bright women and Natalia was a never-ending source of fascination for me. We were at the point in our 'relationship' (if you can call it that) where there was minor flirting, but also a bit of an uncomfortable will-she-won't-she go to the next step. I hadn't exactly been waiting for her, but the more time we spent together, I found myself getting more and more drawn to her. A mutual friend decided to hold a "fancy dress" party. Now, in the US that's called a "costume party" but she had just come back from the UK and was going through an obsessive anglophile phase.You know the kind of person I'm talking about. Suddenly her cell phone is a "mobile" and every conversation ends with "Cheers." Nevertheless, a costu-- er, fancy dress party sounded like a lot of fun, so I figured what the hell? I went stag, dressed as a ghost pirate. My face was painted up in a gruesome skull visage, and I wore a open-necked blouse with tights, boots, and a sword by my side. You know, the kind of thing that a straight guy would never wear except to a costume party. Even so, If I do say so myself, I looked pretty damn good. When I walked in the door, I felt in the "zone." It's hard to describe what that means in words, but I'm sure others have felt it too. Sometimes you go out, but you're not really "feeling it." Other times you go out and you feel like you rule the world. This was one of those nights. Looking around the packed house, I wasn't surprised to see Natalia there; what surprised me was how drop-dead sexy she was. In fact, I almost didn't recognize her. "Dayum!" I said, when I saw her. She smiled bashfully at the compliment. Normally Natalia hid behind a plainness that seemed to scream "ignore me!" Even though her job gave her every reason to avoid dressing for show (lab coats are rarely considered lingerie-like), she seemed to take a particular effort to be extra invisible and nondescript. Not tonight. She was wearing a skin-tight leopard print cat suit. Every curve was accentuated in all the right ways. Her blonde hair, normally kept up in a bland ponytail, fell down across her shoulders resembling something like a mane. Okay, a mix-and-match of animals but, fuck me!, it worked. She had painted the tip of her nose with a black spot and drawn whiskers. She decided to contrast this with a definitely non-animal-esque ruby lipstick, and the effect was stunning. "Turn around," I prodded. "Let's see the whole package!" She did a little dance in place, and I could see that she had gone through the whole nine yards. The form fitting suit included a tail that had a wire that allowed it to be controlled so that it moved. I watched as it moved from side to side a little, perfectly framed by Natalia's gorgeous little bubble butt. I didn't even know she had a bubble butt! "Natalia," I said, beaming. "You have really outdone yourself. You look amazing!" She did, too. The fact that she went to all this effort - and so radically departed from her normally frumpy, dressed down, long skirt look, was a shock. She did a little courtesy. "Why thank you," she said coyly. "You look pretty damn good yourself. I don't think I've ever seen a more handsome zombie." "Zombie?" I was crushed. "I'm a ghost pirate," I protested. She laughed, and I realized she had got me. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said. "Where's the alcohol in this place?" She nodded. "Good idea," she said, smiling. "Let's go get some." As we made our way to the makeshift bar, I couldn't take my eyes off her. There's a reason why men like catsuits, and for women who can wear them well there is an internal struggle for men - well, okay, me, I admit it! - to resist the urge to openly gape or to touch. It was a battle I was momentarily winning, but only barely. My God, I had no idea she had such a tight little body underneath the clothes she usually wore. At the bar, both of us reached for some of the good quality beer. One of the reasons I really liked this girl was because of her laid-back character and, yeah, because we both liked the same good beer. A little chit-chat, and a few friends stopped by, some introductions were made. Overall, the party was going well, and the company was good. Some of the party-goers had really pulled out all the stops. There were robots, princesses (all men, each one trying to upstage the other in hilarity), and even a few really raunchy costumes. A good time was had by all. Especially me. I had started drinking the beer and neglected to remember that each one was nearly 9% alcohol - a lot more than what you usually found at parties like this. The effect of the alcohol was compounded by the fact that I really, really wanted Natalie. I didn't even realize how much I was staring at her. At one point it's possible I was even drooling. I have no idea. All I knew is that before that night, I knew I liked her and had hoped for more. I had to go for it. She was just too awesome not to try. She had come out of her shell. It's not clear what it was, perhaps it was the suit, perhaps it was the alcohol as well (she didn't have as much as me, but she had at least more than one), but she felt liberated, more comfortable with herself. And it made her sexier than I had ever seen her. As she talked to people in the room, I got several fantastic looks at her backside. I was fascinated by her figure, and wasn't sure when i was going to see her ass on such fantastic display again, and I was soaking up the opportunity while I could. Now, as a technical guy ("geek" in common parlance), I succumb to similar issues as other technical guys: we like to know how things work. In a stream of consciousness, my mind evolved from carnal thoughts about Natalia's ass to more... technical ponderings. More and more, a strange feeling came over me, a compulsion of sorts. I found myself absolutely obsessed with the idea of grabbing her tail and seeing how it worked. As a technical guy, I'm fascinated by seamless engineering, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out how she had hooked up the tail. I'd love to blame the alcohol, but in reality my mind just works in strange ways. I mean, it's not normal for a guy to start thinking about sex and then move on to thinking about costume mechanics, right? Part of the problem for me was that her suit left very little to the imagination. That's a problem, you say? Well, yeah. Every curve was smooth, and the skin-tight stretch fabric seemed to hide very little. As it was leopard-print it was still tasteful in all the right areas, and there must have been some secret channel that the wire was sewn into. How the hell was she able to make the tail move? Like an obsessed fan trying to figure out a magician's trick, I studied her body, her movements, and her tail. I couldn't figure it out. I watched her closely, focusing on her hands. She didn't have a lever, no remote that I could see. I watched her talk with people and suddenly the end of the tail would flick, or move, or it would sway from side to side. I looked quickly to her hands to see if she had pulled on some hidden wire, but I always missed it. She moved away from a crowd and passed by me to go through a corridor on her way to the restroom. I watched, mesmerized, determined to try to see the trick up her sleeve, so to speak. Her body moved fluidly past me, and I saw... Nothing! I don't know why no one at the party hadn't tried to do it already. Maybe it was because I was a bit tipsier than the rest of the crowd. Maybe they didn't know her quite as well. Maybe no one else was as much of a jackass. Frustrated, and more than just a little curious, at the very last moment after she passed, I reached out and grabbed a good grip on the end of her tail. And it wrapped around my wrist in a vice-like death grip. We both yelped, and I looked at her, wide-eyed. She snapped her head around to stare at me, frightened, then looked down at her tail squeezing my wrist - with incredible strength, I might add - and then looked back up at my face. Within seconds the flood of emotions spread across her face, readable as clear as if she came with cue cards. Shock at being grabbed, recognition that it was me, then anger. She slapped my face. I took the slap, my mouth still open in shock, so that when she hit me a small pop sound came out. In any other circumstance it may have ben comical. I watched Natalia's face. It wasn't done giving away her emotions. As her tail uncoiled itself from my wrist, she grew flush and red in the face. Instantly tears began welling in her eyes. Shaking her head, the first sobs coming out, she whispered, her voice hoarse, "How could you?" She turned and went past the bathroom door and left through a side door to the house. I stood there, dumbly, looking down at my hand and feeling the sting of her slap. "I only wanted to know how it worked," I said quietly after the door had already closed behind her. With no one around, I suddenly realized that perhaps I was trying to convince myself. Gathering my wits - or what was left of them - I tore after Natalia. "Wait! Wait!" I called. She was making a bee-line for her car, though, and I could see that if I didn't get to her quickly she would drive away and the likelihood of being able to make things right was going to be next-to-impossible. She stood next to her car, and began patting down the catsuit, but as there were no pockets she started to realize that she didn't have her keys. Frustrated, she through her hands up in the air and placed them on top of her head. As sexy as she was, and as hot as that suit made her, she had lived most of her life like a tomboy and as she began pacing back and forth the feminine quality of the catsuit was far less apparent. I came up to her just as she was covering her face with her hands, crying. "How could you?" she repeated. "I'm sorry - " I said, but hearing my own voice out loud made me realize that an apology wasn't going to cut it. "You of all people... I thought you... would respect..." she broke off, her eyes red with anger. I thought she was going to hit me again. "Natalia, I - " She cut me off. "Are you happy now? Great. So you've found my big secret. Why don't you go and tell everyone? Have a grand old laugh at my expense." "Wait, no, I - " "What, then?" she demanded. "What do you want?" She paused, and her lower lip began quivering. I don't know why, but that really made it difficult to answer her. "Why couldn't you just leave me alone?" she said, more quietly now. "Natalie," I said, not sure what to say. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I just wanted to see how it worked." "So what?" she said, angry again. "No one else in there 'needed to know how it worked.'" She said the last part of her sentence in a mocking tone, mimicking my voice in a lower, sing-song voice. She was right, of course. No one else in the party had made any attempt to grab her or her costume. I felt like a total schmuck. So, boys and girls, I want to tell you right now that generally speaking, when you get drunk and do things that you're embarrassed about, you can and will make mistakes. Most of the time those mistakes cannot be fixed. But, you'll try anyway, and you'll give it your best shot. You'll try to get out everything you possibly can in as short a time as possible to explain yourself, hoping against hope that it will make everything better. It won't, and you'll look like a total tool in the process, likely making things worse, but you'll try it anyway. And that's exactly what I did. "Natalie, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I couldn't keep my eyes off you all evening and I've liked you for so long and when I saw you tonight I kept fighting how much I wanted to touch you and then I had too much to drink so when I thought you had come up with a way to move the tail and I couldn't figure out how you did it I just lost all self-control and had to touch you and I'm so so sorry." It was at that point in time I took a breath, having completely run out of air, and held it as I waited for her to slap me again. I wouldn't have stopped her if she decided that I needed a good two or three slaps, come to think of it. Instead, she just blinked at me, and said, "Wow." And there it was. The feeling of being an idiotic tool began to sweep over me in waves. "You like me?" she asked. This was not what I was expecting her to say. Now it was my turn to blink uncomprehendingly. "Um, yeah," I said, unprepared for her shift in focus. "Wait, you didn't know?" She shook her head. "Of course not, Kyle," she said. "You're always going out with other women." "I've been going out with other women because I didn't think you were interested," I said. "You seemed to want me in the Friend Zone, so I... I don't know... I just thought that's what you wanted." Her face softened, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the end of her tail flinch. She noticed what had captured my attention and suddenly became anxious. Whatever 'moment' that was about to begin between us burst like a bubble. "Yeah, well, I've got to go," she said, and made a move to get back to the house to get her car keys. "Wait, Natalia," I said, and reached for her arm. "Please don't go." She stopped and turned to face me. "It doesn't matter now," she said. She turned her head slightly towards her tail. "Why not?" I asked. "I still like you, I still enjoy being with you, and I still want to spend more time with you." Her jaw set, as she played this out in her head. "Why, because you have a 'freaky side?'" she mocked. There was something going on with her emotions that I was only beginning to uncover. I shook my head. "What? No, I - " "Look, Kyle," she said, standing up tall and defiant. "Don't think that just because you caught me off guard and emotional that you need to do me any favors. I don't need your pity." This burst of steam seemed to dissipate with that, though, and she seemed to deflate a little. "Natalia," I said quietly and slowly. I wanted to get back to the place where we had started to go moments before. "I've liked you since I met you. I love talking with you and want to spend time with you. I thought all of this before I even knew how god-damned sexy you were." I waved my hand up and down to indicate her body. She considered this for a moment, and then came closer and placed her hands on my chest. It was at that moment I realized just how tiny she was, the top of her head coming up just below my chin. Her hands were freezing, and I was suddenly reminded that all I had on was a loose fitting pirate blouse. I shivered. She must have thought that I was flinching, expecting to be slapped again. She tilted her head up to reach for me, and I leaned in to kiss her. Despite the coldness in her fingers, her mouth was deliciously warm, her lips soft and enveloping. I wrapped my arms around her back, and pulled her close to me and began kissing her in earnest. Without warning I felt a strong rope around the small of my back and pull me into her body. Immediately I realized it was her tail as it began to caress my back a little, and I stiffened at the unexpected sensation. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, searching for some sign that this was all a big tease. She obviously wasn't sure if I was being 100% honest with her. "Don't fuck with my head, Kyle," she said, but her tone wasn't menacing. It was pleading. I tried to smile reassuringly, but I was still getting used to the extra appendage touching my back. I honestly don't know how successful I was at reassuring her. Nevertheless, her body pressed against me was so delicious, and I was finally able to run my own hands over her catsuit and the tight body underneath. I was reacting to her caress, and I'm sure she felt my body responding. Covered only by thin lycra, her nipples poked my chest at the same time. I kissed her again, but this time she broke the kiss a little early. "Let's go," she said in a determined voice. "Let's see just how much you like me. Take me to my place." She took my hand and pulled me away from her car and towards mine. She got in the passenger seat and I started to drive. I glanced over and I looked at her watching me. Her tail, which she must have been sitting on, was poking out between her legs and resting upon her left thigh. I had so many questions, but I had learned that she was a bit more unpredictable than I had thought, even given how much I thought I knew her as friends. "You want to ask, don't you?" she asked. I glanced over at her, finding it difficult to stay focused on the driving. Her voice had taken on an odd quality, almost one of a slightly flirtatious character but still being guarded enough to hold off judgment on how trustworthy I was going to turn out to be. "Of course," I answered. "I think it's only natural to be curious." She considered this for a moment. "Okay," she finally consented. "What would you like to know?" Where would I start? I had so many questions going through my head that I couldn't seem to figure out which one should be the first one. Sensing my hesitation, she said, "I'll tell you what. I'll tell you a little bit and then you can ask what comes naturally, okay?" "Sure," I said. "That seems fair." It did, too. At least this would give me an idea of what kinds of questions were going to be on-limits. "Let's start at the beginning," she said. "I was born with a tail, but it wasn't this long at first. As I grew, so did my tail." She paused, looking at me expectantly. That was short, but it did give me a starting point. "How much control do you have?" I asked. She shrugged. "Well, I don't exactly know what you could consider 'normal,'" she said. She watched her tail lift off her lap and begin moving around, snake-like. She coiled and uncoiled the visible part of her tail, almost as if she were testing it herself. "It has its own properties, and I don't really have anything to compare it to. It's quite flexible, and it can also be pretty strong. Don't expect me to do any party tricks for you, though." I looked at her, but I could see by the smirk on her face that while she was serious, she was also starting to feel more like herself around me. "How sensitive is it?" I asked. "It's about as sensitive as a finger, I suppose, but a little different," she started mulling it over, and I could see that the scientist side was beginning to think about how to test her tail's sensitivity. "I mean, part of the problem is that you never really know how sensitive a part of your body is until something or someone else touches it. Sort of like tickling yourself, you know?" Getting Some Tail I nodded. "Different parts have different sensations," she continued. "The tip can be very sensitive, and there's probably four or five different 'zones' of sensation in the last three or four inches." "Wow," I said. She was looking at her tail, still encased by her catsuit, but now she was touching it at different places, testing out how sensitive each part was. I don't know why, but it was turning me on. Watching her "test" various parts of it, I asked, "How long is it?" "I don't know, actually," she confessed, shrugging. "I've never been able to measure it straight out, because my arms can't reach that far. I guess it's probably about two feet long or so." "How many people know about it?" I asked. "My mother does," she said. and I remembered that she had said that her father had passed away a few years before. "Somewhere, there is a sixth-grade class from Milton Middle School that got an eyeful after gym class." I chuckled, but a quick look told me that this wasn't a joke. Buried underneath that flippant statement was a graveyard of painful memories. She was looking down and away from me, so I didn't think she had heard. "No one else?" I asked. She shook her head. "You've seen the way I dress normally. I wear loose clothing and nobody ever knows. After middle school, I always got an exception to gym class. Doctor's notes, you know." I nodded, understanding. "How'd you hide your tail from your boyfriends?" She laughed at me. "Are you serious?" she replied. "What boyfriends?" I was struck at this. "Wait, you mean you've never..." She grinned wickedly. "Well, Kyle," she said with a wicked teasing quality. "I wouldn't say that I've never..." With that the tip of her tail bent back towards her crotch and began rubbing the place where I knew her clit would be. In that instant I was rock hard, and nearly wrecked the car. She laughed at me, but didn't stop her tail from sliding between her legs. "I wouldn't exactly say I've been lacking anything," she said. Her voice was coy, playful now. She was now truly enjoying herself - and not just the conversation. I could see what she meant, though. I had completely underestimated what she could do with her tail. It was dark, but not so dark that I couldn't see that she could rub several inches of her tail in long strokes in between her legs. Once again her nipples were poking through the material, and there was no doubt that she was getting turned on. "I think that's probably the sexiest thing I've ever heard or seen," I said. Her eyes locked between my legs. "I believe you," she said. She flipped her gaze back and forth between my eyes and my lap, before she finally leaned towards me, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. "I don't know how to ask this," she said, looking straight down at my lap. But there's something I've always wanted to try. Can I?" I swallowed, and nodded. Her fingers went to my wast and lifted up the pirate blouse I was wearing to expose the black tights that showed everything about my cock. Her hands began to touch it through the cotton, feeling it, exploring it. I was lost in the sensation of her wandering fingers when I took a look at her tail again and - I swear to god - I felt self conscious. This girl had gotten used to what must be the world's greatest wonder-cock. How the hell was I going to compete with that? Tugging at the elastic of the waistband, I had no choice but to lift my ass off the seat to help her get them down, revealing my throbbing penis to her view. "Outside of porn," she gasped, "yours is the first cock I've ever seen." It made sense that she would watch porn, but my mind raced with the visual of her sitting at her desk, watching a computer screen, her tail fucking her pussy furiously to orgasm. This was Natalia for crying out loud! With that she dipped her head down and kissed the head, slipping it inside her mouth just to the flare of the ridge. "And tasted," she giggled, as she let it go. She looked up at me, and asked, "Are you still okay to drive?" "Sure," I lied. I had no idea what she was intending to do, but I didn't want to stop her. She didn't believe me. "Pull over," she commanded. I pulled to the side of the road, stopped the car, and killed the lights. As soon as the car was parked, she climbed on top of me, facing me. My cock was sticking straight up in the air, my costume tights halfway down my thighs. Natalia settled squarely on my thighs and I looked down and saw her tail between both our legs. The look on her face was absolutely possessed. She had a slight sheen of perspiration, brought on solely by anticipation. What the hell is she doing? Natalia reached between her legs and pulled at her catsuit until a horrendous riiiiip! brought the reality of the situation home for me. For the first time in my life I saw an actual tail on a human being. I watched, fascinated (and not a little scared) as her tail began wrapping around my balls and the base of my cock, and then wrapping in circles until just the head could be seen. Like Natalia, it was white, the skin pristine. The skin was smooth, a texture much closer to a newborn's than an adult woman. The coil of her tail felt warm around my cock and balls, very different than any handjob or blowjob I've ever received. This was much smoother, much more powerful. I watched as the red bulbous head emerged out of her grip, thoroughly happy with the completely new experience. "Oh Kyle," she said, panting. "You have no idea how much I've fantasized about doing this. For years I've wanted to do this." She looked me in the eye and said without an ounce of hubris, "You should feel lucky, Kyle. I'm the only person in the world, probably, who could do this to you." I couldn't speak. All I could do is watch as the tip and the remainder of her tail, which at this point was only about five or six inches, slid inside her pussy. Natalia's back arched as she penetrated herself, and it suddenly felt like my entire body had been caught up in her ecstasy. She quivered on my lap, and I tried to hold on to her while at the same time prevent myself from blacking out from sensory overload. She began to fuck herself with the end of her tail, the movement of the tail contracting and squeezing my cock and balls. It felt as if I had six or seven hands wrapped around me at the same time. Natalia was fucking herself slowly, obviously trying not to go crazy which might hurt me. After all, I was the first man she had ever seen, let alone done this with, and she already admitted that she didn't know her own strength. As she run herself through, though, her tail became slicker and wetter, which in turn slid down to my cock and balls. What began feeling like six or seven hands began feeling like six or seven mouths. "Oh Jesus," I moaned, but it was the last thing I was capable of saying. What she was doing completely eliminated my ability to speak at all. She had total control over my cock, and I fought not to come. She had been manipulating me for less than a minute and I feared what she would think. Coming in under a minute? Not the first sexual impression I was hoping for. But oh, this felt so good! The lubrication from her body was now easing the friction between her tail and my cock and balls, and I began to realize I could no longer hold back my climax than hold back a tidal wave. "Oh my god," she said in a rush of breath. "I can use you... for leverage... so good. So good!" Her body clenched in orgasmic bliss, and of course her tail clenched with it. My body, with no ability to control itself, released my eruption high into the air, the force of her squeezing firing my load farther and higher than I thought possible. In that moment, the first splash landed on her upturned neck, just before she collapsed forwards in exhaustion to catch a second blast on her ruby lips. A third, slightly smaller eruption merely coated her tail. From the looks of things, you would have thought that I had been keeping up a reserve for decades. She didn't seem to notice the come on her lips as she came down from her own high. She smiled, and her tail twitched, send my body into a rapid convulsion. "Oh my," she said, giggling. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." "That's all right," I said, or rather, what I would have said had I actually had verbal control. In reality, it came out more like, "Da ah ra." She looked down at our union as if seeing it for the first time. She raised her hands to her mouth to stifle a giggle, and found my burst of come. Feeling around her face and neck she began to realize the extent to which I had covered her. She began to laugh. "You know," she confessed. "When I fantasized about doing this I never realized how messy it would be." We both started laughing as she started to untangle herself from me. As I pulled the car back on the highway, we were still trying to catch our breath. "Holy shit," she said, looking at my hastily-reassembled clothing. "That was better than I ever imagined." She looked straight at me. "And I have been imagining that for a very long time." She paused, and cocked her head in thought. "Kyle," she began slowly. "How... how was it?" I was dumbfounded until I realized that she honestly had no basis for comparison. It was, quite possibly, the most incredible experience I'd ever had in my life, and I told her so. She smiled cautiously. "You're sure?" she asked. "You're not just saying that?" "Oh boy, I'm sure," I said. This time the enthusiasm in my voice was unmistakable, and she visibly relaxed. We sat for a little while listening to the hum of the motor, each thinking our own thoughts. "Can I ask another question?" I ventured. "Go on," she prompted. "Are you in control of everything it does, or does it do its own thing?" I asked, not quite sure if I chose the right words. She giggled. "You mean, does it have a mind of its own?" The tail waved in the air for show. I smiled at her playfulness. "A little of both, I think," she said. "I mean, I definitely have a lot of control, but there are times when it does things in reaction to my body. Sometimes I'll be watching TV and something will happen and I'll see the tip flick or flex out of the corner of my eye. I don't even know it's doing it." That must have been what I saw during the party, I thought. I recalled how she would be talking with someone and suddenly it would flinch. At the time I thought she had somehow managed to use a remote control to get it to do that, but upon reflection I started to realize that, in fact, she had seemed unaware that it was happening. That made me think of something. "Weren't you afraid it was going to happen at the party?" She frowned. "Yeah," she admitted. "I was nervous about that for a while and kept it at the front of my mind at first. But then I had a few drinks and started letting my guard down..." She trailed off. Natalia's jaw set as she seemed to become more determined about something. "But I figured that I've been hiding for so long. I wanted to just be myself, and I thought that the costume party would be a great way to do that without getting caught." She looked at me. "So much for that idea," she said ironically. I shrugged. "I was looking closer than most, I think," I suggested. "I was staring at you all night." She smiled demurely. "Well, that's kind of what I wanted. You know, just to be noticed." She paused for a moment, looking out the window. Not facing me, she finished, "Sometimes I get tired of being invisible, even though it's my own choice. Sometimes you just want to feel sexy." I thought about all the times I had seen her wearing frumpy, form-obscuring dresses and large shirts that practically went down to her knees. Knowing that all that time she was trying to hide her true self from the world, made me realize just how much pressure she had been putting on herself. After what she had just done to my cock, and the creativity it took to fantasize about that, not to mention the audacity to actually do it, I started to realize just how much she had hidden from the world. Here was a woman, screaming from the inside out, hiding parts of her sexual nature that the rest of us took for granted. I could only wonder what other fantasies she had come up with over the years. And yet, she was blessed and cursed at the same time. Even an ordinary activity like masturbation was brought to the level of sexual nirvana, and yet until our tryst in the car she had yet to experience even the most basic forms of intimacy with a partner. "Well," I offered, hoping to lift her spirits back to where they were before, "you certainly succeeded there. Obviously I couldn't take my eyes off you. I just had to have you." She turned back to look at me, and the melancholy look was replaced with something far more predatory. When we finally got to her place and got out of the car, our clothes were a wreck. It was a damn good thing that it was dark and she hadn't bothered to leave the lights on, because any neighbor would have made no mistake in guessing what we were up to. I'd been in her house before. Several times, in fact. So when she walked in the house and immediately turned to the bedroom I knew that our evening was nowhere near over. She went to the sink and began washing her face, removing her makeup and my come, which had long worn out its welcome, I'm sure. I looked at myself in the mirror and suddenly realized that I, too, still had my skull makeup on. I had a momentary panic as I realized that everything that had happened - all of it - had been while I was wearing that gruesome mask. Reading my mind, she said, "Now let me see your real face." She handed me a washcloth and pointed me towards the shower. It was a little weird getting undressed in front of Natalia, despite everything we had already done. Nevertheless, I did as I was told and began washing away the remaining bits of the costume and anything else which may have lingered. Through the shower I watched Natalia preparing to slink out of her catsuit, and once more I was mesmerized by her inherent sexiness and beauty. She stopped, reconsidering things, and came into the bathroom where I could see her. With a wicked smile, she opened the shower door and joined me. Her hands went to her chest, her nails digging into the fabric and ripping it open in a sudden reveal of her beautiful small tits. I immediately latched my lips to them, and began sucking them in earnest. The water fell between my face and her chest, and as the final remounts of makeup ran off I tasted the slightly chalky residue, but I couldn't have cared less. Natalia pushed me away, gently, and then turned to the side. "Help me with the last of it?" she said, coyly. I looked at her and began to see her for the first time - the real Natalia. I began to realize just how much pent-up frustration and perversion must be coursing through her tiny body and huge brain. Being able to fuck herself with an appendage like her tail left her with an amazing talent for creativity and exploration, a stark contrast to a startling naivete and inexperience towards sex as a whole. The way she pranced in front of me, though, was polished. Too polished. Too practiced. Too... porn-like. Suddenly a lot of things began to make sense. She was interacting with me the only way she had ever seen it. With no first-hand experience, she thought this was the way couples had sex. I wondered whether or not this was her real side coming out, or merely the way she thought she was supposed to act. I felt conflicted. I had been holding onto a crush for so long for this woman, that I couldn't help but feel protective. I wanted to hold her, wanted to take her in my arms. I wanted to do all of these things, but there was something about the way she was standing, moving, something that was triggering something far more primal. She twisted, turned, and placed her hands on the wall of the shower while looking at my face. A broad smile crept over her lips and she spread her legs to present her ass to me. Slowly, with a teasing I'd never thought possible, she lifted her tail and exposed herself to me. Her back was arched, tail raised, beautiful tight ass and pussy tantalizing close beneath impossibly stretched fabric. She looked like she was in heat. That's the only way to describe it. I've had women bend over for me to enter them before, but never was the invitation so wanton. Moreover, no experience I had ever had before could have prepared me for the raging animalistic passion I was feeling watching her brace herself. She wanted to be mounted. I was beside myself with lust. "That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," I said, my voice hoarse, grumbling with desire. My cock was rock hard, throbbing with my heartbeat. I had enough room to run my hand over her splendid backside, felt the unusual curvature of her skin as the base of the tail lifted my hand in an unfamiliar pattern, feeling new and unfamiliar curves. I grabbed the soaking wet material and tugged a little, and she cooed. "Do it," she snarled. "Rip it." I grabbed and pulled, and the fabric melted away from her flesh and began to slide down her tail, heavy with the water. She flicked her tail once, twice, and the wet material sloshed onto the floor of the shower. I took a step closer and grabbed her hips, my cock finding its own way towards her pussy. I needed to be inside her, a need that felt like if I didn't shock myself deep into her waiting cunt I was going to go mad. Sliding home on the first thrust, she howled. Her tail shot straight up, pointing at the ceiling, before coming down on my right wrist and coiling around my arm. I could feel her pulling on my arm with each of my thrusts, urging me to go faster and harder, to fuck her wildly. "Oh god," she cried. "Fuck me like that! Fuck me like an animal!" I pounded into her. Compared to her lily white skin, the redness of my cock invading her body looked otherworldly. Angry, throbbing, it seemed to be flush with its arousal to the point of bursting. Unfortunately, her tail was a bit stronger than my wrist, and the more she got lost in the moment, the more pressure she began putting on my arm. What began as some enthusiastic suggestions quickly became a very painful lock on my wrist, and I began to seriously wonder if she would be capable of breaking my arm. Pulling out of her, I gently started uncoiling her tail from my arm with my free hand. "Sorry," I said, "But it was getting a bit too much." She stood upright, and gasped. "I'm sorry!" she said. "I was getting carried away. I didn't know how much pressure I was putting there." Releasing my arm revealed white cord-like indentations where she had been squeezing. Taking my wrist in her hands, she gently massaged it back to health. "Come on," she said. "I'm too close to stop now!" She turned off the shower, grabbed a couple towels and threw one to me. Drying as she went, she walked into her bedroom, her tail swaying back and forth with each step. Yet one more time I was completely and totally fascinated. She lay down on her bed, sliding back to the middle on her back. "C'mon, baby," she purred. "I'm going to give you something no man's ever gotten." I crawled on top of her, my cock still erect in desperate need of attention. Climbing in-between her spread legs, I knelt just in front of her pussy, looking at the incredible sight before me. Bare and hairless, I saw the cleft of her vagina disappear into a crack that should have given way to the bedsheet beneath, but in turn folded into a white tail that fell down between her legs, disappearing underneath me. Getting Some Tail She reached for my cock with both hands, and pulled me off balance onto her. I came to rest on my hands just above her, my cock in her tight grip between her fingers. Once more I felt the furnace-like wetness at the tip of my cockhead as it began to probe her, and once more I slid easily into her body. In this position, I noticed some things that I didn't notice before. For one, when she moved her tail I could feel her entire vagina shift. There was a solid hardness underneath my cock when pressed together like this, as if the missionary position afforded me no room to avoid the strong muscles and cartilage of her extra appendage. Just as I was trying to get accustomed to this thought, I felt something else I would need to get used to. Her tail was snaking its way between my legs, and sliding up the crack of my ass. I looked at her, and once again saw that devious smile. "I've been waiting a long time for this," she said. "Just let me do this." New sensations can sometimes be unsettling before you get used to them, and this was no exception. I was used to women running their hands around my body, but her tail was running across my inner thighs, twirling and caressing me gently. I stiffened a little, not sure if it was I was becoming ticklish or if it just meant that I needed more time to get used to it. "Ticklish," I said to her, hoping it was true. She grinned, and suddenly I felt the tail disappear and then felt and heard a quick whack on my ass. I jumped, thrusting a little deeper inside of her. "Hey!" I complained. She smiled, broadly, enjoying her little game. "What's wrong?" she teased. I felt the tail begin to massage my ass where she hat flicked it. I had to confess that did feel good. "I felt you jump inside me just then. I liked it." "Um," I said, not sure how to respond. I started struggling for the right words to say, something quick-witted, but was coming up blank. Once more I felt her tail, warm and smooth, soft as a baby's skin, lull me back into a sensory overload. This time, though, I felt myself begin to relax. Her tail began to pull at me, forcing my hips forward to move further inside her, and I began to make out in my mind's eye what my actual ones couldn't see. She had nestled part of her tail completely in my ass crack, wedging itself with little wiggling motions, the tip resting on my lower back and looping a little, almost as if she was creating some sort of lumbar support for my back. Despite the unfamiliar sensation of having my ass spread around her tail like a thong, I felt incredibly secure, cradled even. My entire back, ass, and cock was being engulfed by Natalia, and once again she was showing me just how much control she could demand of my body. Unlike the car, though, this was far more complete. She worked me in and out of her pussy, my cock thoroughly embedded deep in her tight walls, but this was in conjunction with the undulating ebb and flow of the pressure she was creating with her tail. Suddenly, I felt warm all over. I was feeling sensations I didn't think ever knew existed. I was feeling a harmonic resonance between my cock, my ass, and my hips, all working in concert. Normally my cock gets all the attention during sex, maybe some attention to my balls, maybe an adventurous girl likes to play with my ass. But this was different. these weren't separate parts of my body - the way she was moving me against her, it was all one incredible erogenous zone. I honestly didn't know if I could ever have sex with another woman ever again. Hell, I think she may had even spoiled me for masturbation. I ground into her as well, and could feel the head of my cock tightening and expanding. It was getting to be too much, way too much. "Natalia," I breathed. "It's too intense, I -" She broke me off with a kiss, and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I felt her tail begin to slide up and down between my ass cheeks and spread them apart, forcing my hips to wiggle. She giggled in my mouth as the tip of her tail teased me. "Mmmm," I warned. She held on, though, and began running the end of her tail up and down the crack of my ass. She wrapped her legs around me and held onto my face with both hands. I couldn't move. Every time her tail passed over my asshole I flinched and bucked inside her. "Shhhh," she said. "I've got you." There was a little pressure on my ass, and I pushed deeper inside her body as a reaction. Then, gently, she prodded just at my opening with the very end of her tail, wiggling it like the tip of a finger, but much stronger and much faster. The only way I can describe the feeling of that orgasm is to say, quite bizarrely, like I felt as if my entire body was an erupting penis. She held onto me with her hands, arms, legs, and of course squeezed me for all she was worth with her pussy, all the while her tail had wrapped around my midsection and assaulted me with the final coup de grace. She never stopped wiggling her tail, never stopped squeezing my cock, never stopped kissing me. My orgasm reached higher and higher planes in a massive crescendo. There was a loud rushing in my ears, and then the world closed in on me. I opened my eyes sometime later to see a very worried (and naked) Natalia leaning over me. "Are you all right?" she asked, nervously. "What happened?" I asked. "You blacked out," she answered. "Does that happen often?" She was very worried, and had a look on her face like she was scared that she had broken me. "No," I said. "That's never happened before." She didn't look as if she knew which answer she wanted. "Are you okay?" she asked again. I lay my head back on a pillow that I hadn't noticed before. "Oh wow," I said, starting to come back to earth. "I am so okay! That was the most intense sex I've ever had!" She smiled weakly, but didn't look convinced. "Natalia," I said, reaching for her. She scooted closer. "I'm not kidding. This has been the best sex I've ever experienced in my life!" "Even for my first time?" she asked. The Natalia that I had known was back, the psuedo-porn actress had been replaced by the woman that I had known before that night. Shy, demure, and self-conscious, Natalia's post-orgasmic retreat into herself made me realize that I needed to let her know that she hadn't just made a huge mistake. I stroked her face with the back of my hand. "Nasha," I said, using her more intimate nickname, She smiled and I felt her body calm in my arms. "I don't know how you do it. I mean, you must have one hell of an active imagination, but whatever you did to me, I loved it!" She kissed me, and over her shoulder I could see her tail flicking back and forth in the air. As I kissed her back my mind wondered whether she was doing that on purpose, or if she didn't even know it was doing it. Either way, I could definitely get used to it.