0 comments/ 79052 views/ 2 favorites Laura By: Simone LaFleur I have never considered myself to be bisexual because by far, the majority of my relationships have been with men. And even though I have been intimate with several women, there has only been one who I truly desired. Even now I wonder if my feelings for her weren't simply the result of my newly awakening sexuality. She was a nude model in my college drawing class. Other than fleeting glances at other girls in gym-class showers, I'd never really looked at a nude woman before, let alone looked at one for several hours at a time while drawing her. Drawing a person, forces you to look -- to really look -- to see the curves and the shadows, the texture of skin and hair, and the suppleness of muscle over bone. At first I was so unbearably uncomfortable with looking, so embarrassed by my own curiosity, that I would look furtively, quickly trying to imprint her image in my mind and drawing from that. I would look again only when the image began to fade beyond my grasp. She would hold many different poses during the three-hour class -- some as directed by the teacher and others of her own choosing. Poses were held for a short time or for as long as half an hour. She would drape herself languidly on a chaise lounge, or she would straddle a chair backwards, her head cradled in her arms. Sometimes she would simply stand in the middle of the room, her arms wrapped around herself, or raised and clasped behind her neck. There was nothing overt in her poses, she seemed totally at ease with her body and with the showing of it. I came to look forward to these different views. She was absolutely beautiful -- tall and lithe, with honey golden skin, curly mahogany hair, and deep brown eyes. She was much more womanly than I felt myself to be -- at 28 her body had a lushness that my much younger body lacked. My desire for her didn't come upon me quickly, nor without resistance on my part, but surfaced slowly as the weeks passed. When I felt the first stirrings, I became unbearably self-conscious, thinking someone else in the room -- the professor, the other students, she -- somehow knew. I was absolutely mortified by this thought. But by then, I needed to capture her beauty on paper, so I kept looking and drawing. And I began to look more closely, more intently. I didn't know how to handle the feelings that arose within me from what I was seeing -- the way the shape of her breasts would change when her nipples hardened in the chill of the room; the dense thickness of her pubic hair, hiding her secret pink folds; the way her shoulder blades jutted out a bit on either side of her perfectly aligned back bone; the deep dimples at the top of her buttocks, whose only purpose seemed to be the visual pleasure of anyone who was drawing that view of her. One had to look closely to see a glimpse of anything beneath the darkness at the juncture of her thighs, and I did begin to look closely, feeling the intimacy of my thoughts as I did so. When she changed positions I sometimes moved my easel for a better view, as did others. With each pose I anticipated seeing something new, something finally revealed. I wondered if she was aware of my thoughts, of our thoughts, as we looked at her -- the others, the professor, myself. Did she imagine that most of the men lusted after her body? I could see it in their eyes. Did they see it in mine? Did she? We usually took a break midway through the class. She would put on a blue terry cloth robe, get a cup of coffee, and wander around the room looking at our drawings. Her reactions were somewhat guarded, though she would sometimes smile. Occasionally she would even compliment a student on a particular drawing. She seemed more comfortable interacting with the women in the class, though there were few of us. After a while, she began to look at my drawings during nearly every break and at the end of class, sometimes asking if she could flip through them. I stood beside her, acutely aware of her nearness, hoping she wouldn't notice my nervousness, yet wanting her to be pleased with my drawings, needing for her to see how I saw her. About ten minutes before class ended her boyfriend would show up to give her a ride home. He would stand near the doorway of the studio and watch her in her last pose. There was an intensity about him that made me nervous. He made no secret of his possessiveness -- his look and body language made it clear to all the males in the room that she was his and his alone, in case there was any doubt. I sometimes saw what I thought was a look of desire reflected in his eyes, and when I did, it bothered me. That was a completely foreign emotion for me. It was as if I were a different person when I was in that room, looking at her, drawing her, and resenting his intrusion. I heard that she also modeled several nights a week for the art professors. At 18, all the professors, ages 35 to 50, seemed nearly ancient. I remember thinking of them as voyeurs, who no doubt arranged her in all kinds of lewd positions that had nothing to do with art and everything to do with looking. I wondered if she felt that way. And if so, did she like it? At the end of every week we pinned our drawings on the wall for a critique by the professor. I cringed at this exercise, as I felt certain that, if not obvious enough individually, when displayed together my drawings might reveal my most hidden secret. Wrapped in her robe, her boyfriend at her side, she would often stay and listen to the comments. After one of these critiques her boyfriend approached me as I was taking my sketches down and asked if I would consider selling him several of my drawing. I stammered and responded that I didn't know what I would sell them for, not thinking that my sketches could be of any real value to anyone other than myself, and suddenly realizing that I didn't want to part with a single one, and especially not to him. He told me to think about it and we would talk again. As the semester continued, I had become much more comfortable with her near presence. As she looked over my drawings we began to talk. She asked me how long I'd been an artist and what my plans were after college? She commented how much she thought my drawings had become since the beginning of the semester. I'm sure I must have blushed at her compliment. She wanted to know if I had decided to sell some of them to her boyfriend? I said I wasn't sure, but wanted to say that I would give her several of the drawings if she wanted them. I asked her how long she had been modeling? How had she started? Was it difficult to hold a pose? She smiled, saying three years, and yes, at times it was hard to hold the longer poses. Then she asked if I'd like to have a cup of coffee together after class sometime. I said sure, I would like that very much. She said what about that evening? I nodded, my voice in my throat. Laura Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know the rest. This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask! Longer and more romantic than most of my stories, I'd appreciate feedback of any kind. * * * * * I met Laura by accident. Coming out of my history class, sophomore year in college, I wasn't paying attention as I was dialing numbers on my cell phone and I ran right into her. She wasn't paying attention either, as I guess she was looking down into her purse or something. From the moment I saw her, something inside me changed forever. Laura was about 5'8 and very, very beautiful. She was part Hispanic, part white, and her pristine skin showed it. She had just a touch of Hispanic influence to make her skin a little darker than most girls. Her hair also retained many of her Mexican father's lineage, being very long and a rich, full shade of black. Of course, the rest of her was even more desirable. Her legs and hips were inside a pair of tight fitting blue jeans. They were very shapely and full. Not necessarily fat or anything, just very proportional to her body. Her waist and tummy were also trim and fit. The black t-shirt she was wearing was cut at the midriff and I could see her exposed belly button barely. She had no gut or excess to in that area to speak of, and like I said before, every aspect of her body seemed totally proportional and fit with everything else. Her breasts were very full and pronounced, although they weren't really that large. Still, inside of the shirt she was wearing that first time I saw her, I could tell that she was not hurting in the breast department. But it was her eyes that got me. After our collision, I looked up into her face and saw the real beauty that can lye inside a person. Her face was like a china doll, with a petite nose and a small cleft in her chin. Her lips were thin but large enough to be noticeable, and when she smiled her perfect smile illuminated her face to a new level of beauty that I had never seen with my own eyes before, nor since. But as I said, it was her stare and eyes that put her on an entirely new level. They were a dark brown, almost black in shade and they seemed to go on forever. Like the night of the unlit city street or the blackness of the infinite universe and space beyond, in my momentary gaze into them I felt like I achieved a new level of human emotion. All of this happened in just a split second in the short time it took for us to run into each other, me spilling her books all over the ground and her elbow accidentally knocking my phone from my hand, where it went crashing down three steps below on the stair case. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Was that your phone? Oh God, I'm sorry!" Laura said apologetically as we both watched my phone tumble down a few more steps. "No, no, it's my fault," I said, bending down to get some of her books. She bent over to help me as well, and I could smell her perfume as her face was just mere inches from mine. Standing back up, I handed her her books, glancing down at the cover of one of them. "Wow, Psychodynamic Principles & Their Applications," I said, reading the cover "Sounds like pretty heavy stuff," "It's not too bad. I really enjoy science a lot. In fact, I was on my way to a biology class right now," Laura said, her smile even more dizzying now. "By the way, my name is Laura," she said, extending her hand. It was small and delicate, with her fingernails painted a light maroon shade that went perfectly with her skin and the outfit she was wearing. I shook it and introduced myself. "John, pleased to meet you. I'm headed to my biology class right now as well actually" I replied. "Room M125?" Laura said with a slight laugh. I noticed she was still holding my hand. "Yep, exactly. Shall I escort you? It's the least I could do to make up for spilling your stuff every where," I said, trying not to sound too over eager. "I'd like that," Laura replied. We walked a couple of steps before she released my hand. Getting into class, we both sat near the back and cracked jokes with each other about other students, as well as the teacher (a hefty man with a very high pitched girl voice). I found Laura's personality to be likeable in almost every way the moment we started talking. She was very easy going and her sense of humor was something that I appreciated a lot. On one hand, she enjoyed the occasional crude joke, but she also found the sub verse humor in seeing something like a maintenance worker on the campus trying to blow away leafs with a leaf blower on an extremely gusty day. Where as I used to hate going to class and did anything I could to avoid it, I actually looked forward to it more and more as the weeks wore on, just so I could spend time with Laura. I found out that she was a freshman in her second semester of school, had moved up to go to school here from Miami, had three cats back home that she missed a lot, and her roommates were nice but sometimes they drove her crazy. Although this was just the usual typical college kid lifestyle, I still enjoyed hearing about it when she would talk about it. Despite our conversations being extremely in depth about just about everything under the sun, she always seemed to change the subject when it came to relationships. Over time though, I decided that I wanted to try and take our friendship to a new level. We had never done anything outside of class with each other. Not because either of us didn't want to, but just because neither had bothered to ask. Finally I decided I would take the chance and risk it. There was a reading and book signing by one of Laura's favorite author's this coming Friday, so I thought that would be a perfect chance to go out and do something together away from school, and maybe enjoy each other's company more. Plus, a book signing was a pretty innocent thing that wouldn't damage our friendship. That Wednesday, I dressed and cleaned up myself so that I looked presentable, but not noticeable that I was trying to look good. When I got to class, Laura was sitting in the same seat as usual so I took my normal place. We chit chatted as usual while waiting on the professor to come in. At a lull in the conversation, I seized the moment and asked her. Normally I wouldn't have felt so nervous about this, since I've dated a lot of girls before. But for some reason, asking her felt...different. "Laura, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to the campus bookstore on Friday night. I hear that one of your favorite author's is going to be there signing books," I said, my voice feeling a little wavery in my throat. "I'd love to. I heard about it too and was thinking of asking you to come with me," she said, blushing slightly as she turned her head away from me. "Oh, well in that case, I definitely would. Shall I pick you up at 8:00?" I asked. "Sounds great. Let me give you directions to my apartment," she said, reaching into her purse to get a pen. Friday finally rolled around and any nervousness I had been feeling on Wednesday was multiplied ten fold. This time I was trying to dress nice. I chose to wear a beige knit sweater and a pair of navy blue slacks. I wouldn't consider myself in the best physical shape possible, but I played tail back on my high school football team. So whenever I dressed up, I always thought it made my 6 foot 1, 220 pound frame look very good. Tying my shoes and giving my hair one last look in the mirror, I hustled down to my car and headed off toward Laura's. Whenever I'm on a first date, I try to gauge the interest of the woman by how sexily she is dressed. So it was going to be a real treat for me to see how Laura was dressed. Knocking on her door, I could hear her running around inside as she was trying to get ready. When the deadbolt finally clicked and the door opened, I was speechless. Laura was wearing a very sexy silk green Asian floral print dress, slit up the side to her thigh. Her elegant, rich black hair was pulled over her head in a kind of bun like shape. Normally I had not seen her wearing little or any makeup, but tonight she had on just enough to make her beautiful face and skin even more radiant. Every inch of her body seemed to glow from a warmth that radiated from inside of her. She was also wearing the same perfume as the day we had met, only now it seemed more fragrant than before. "You look nice," she said, running her eyes up and down my body. This made me come back to reality and I realized that I had been staring at her since she opened the door. "Oh...uhh, yea thanks. You look beautiful as well," I said, still in shock at how gorgeous she looked. We got in my car and headed off to the bookstore. The reading went well, and Laura's face was lit up the entire time, and when she finally got up to have her copy of the book signed, she gushed and babbled like an excited school girl. The author, some new writer I had never heard of, just smiled and talked to her politely for a minute or two. I'm sure he would have loved to talk to her longer (every guy in the book store who got a glance of Laura would have), but he had other books to sign. Afterwards, we went to one of those all night waffle houses (it was pushing 1:00 now) and had a nice, if casual, dinner. All night long I had been receiving mixed signals from her about her interest in me, and I wasn't quite sure if when the evening came to it’s inevitable end where it would leave our relationship. Pulling up to her place after our late night dinner, the streets were deserted. Up the stairs to her apartment, we both paused awkwardly outside her door. Now the feelings I had were even more mixed. My brain was saying "wait and see" but my body wanted her in the worst possible way. Just to feel her skin pressed against mine would have been enough for me to die a happy and fulfilled man. "Thank you for such a wonderful evening," Laura said, grasping her signed book close to her chest. There was just a dim light in the hall illuminating her front door, and the pale yellow light cast by it looked almost like a halo behind her angelic face. Her soft black hair reflected the light back, and I knew at that moment that I had a special girl in front of me. "No problem," I said. "I'm just glad that I got to spend such a great evening with such a beautiful woman," Laura blushed at this, and then made a half hearted gesture to open the door and go inside. Before she could get the words "Good night" in, I stepped close to her and took her into my arms. Our eyes locked for a brief moment and then we were embracing. Her lips felt so warm and soft pressed against my own, as I held her body close to mine. I ran my tongue over her teeth before she parted her lips enough to let my tongue inside. Her tongue greeted my own and we were locked like that for what felt like some of the best hours of my life. Our kissing became more passionate as I moved my arms up her back so that I was grasping her shoulders, and she moved her small delicate hands up and down the small of my firm back. Our bodies struggled in vain to become one in that embrace. Finally though, I stepped back from her and released her from my grasp. Laura and I were both panting quietly as we still stood inches from each other, gazing deep into each other's eyes. "I've wanted to do that for so long," I said to her, my eyes never leaving hers. "I have too," Laura replied. She took my hands in hers as she spoke. "Would you like to come inside?" "I'd love to," I said. Laura reached down with her left hand and unlocked the door. We stepped into the darkness together before she flicked on a lamp on an end table. The room was filled with light suddenly before my eyes adjusted and I could look around Laura's apartment. She led me by the hand and gave me a silent tour through out the living room area. The apartment was modest and well furnished, and appeared to be in good repair. In the center was a huge leather couch, which Laura led me to. Sitting me down on it, Laura kicked off her shoes and climbed into my lap, wrapping her arms around the back of my head. She looked lovingly into my eyes for a moment before tilting her head at that perfect angle that women can, and I once again felt her soft lips touch my own. She kissed me gently for a moment or two, as I ran my hands up and down her back, trailing my fingers through the ends of her shoulder length black hair. Her weight upon my lap felt like nothing as she sat with her legs draped over my own, her cute little feet dangling in the air. The sexual energy radiating from in her was having a strong effect on the crotch in my slacks, as I felt my dick hardening just inches away from her pussy. I decided to be a bit more bold and moved one of my hands underneath Laura's right breast, cupping it lightly in my hand. She seemed hesitant at first about this, as I felt her body stiffen a little. She seemed to enjoy it however, as when I moved my hand further up her breast and began to squeeze gently the underside of it, she quietly moaned a barely audible sigh. The soft fabric of her silk dress, as well as all the heat and energy we were generating together caused her nipples to become erect at just the slightest touch, and they poked and strained at her dress now as I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. I broke our kiss and began moving my mouth down the nape of her neck to her shoulder. Laura leaned her head close to my ear and began to kiss my neck and give my ear the occasional lick of her nimble tongue. Taking this as a good sign, I moved my hand up to behind her back and began to slowly untie her dress. Like before, she was a little nervous, but she still let it happen. With the dress untied, I pulled my head back from her and placed my hands upon the base of her neck and took the thin, smooth fabric in my fingers. Laura watched with the awe of a child as I began to slide it down ever so slowly over her luscious breasts. The silk of the dress slid the rest of the way off of them, and rested in her lap. Her breasts were the same beautiful color as her olive/tan skin, with dark brown areolas and rather small nipples that were indeed hard, confirming my earlier observation. She bore no resemblance of a tan line on her now naked upper half, and yet again looked like a goddess of exquisite beauty. Laura did not look to be very comfortable with me staring at her, as her hands were fidgeting in her lap. Not wanting to leave her unfulfilled for giving me such a savory visual treat, I leaned my mouth down to her left breast and took her hard nipple into my mouth. Her breast was warm and soft as I ran my tongue all over her nipple as I sucked gently on it. Laura must have been enjoying it, because I felt her hands pushing on the back of my head in an effort to keep my mouth from stopping from teasing and pleasing her. Pulling my mouth away from her breast for a moment just to switch to the opposite, Laura caught my head in between her hands and pulled my lips feverishly towards hers as she began to embrace me with more ferocity and raw sexual energy than even our first embrace. I could only hope to keep up with her crafty and able tongue as she moved it in and out of my mouth. When she relented, it was my turn to struggle to catch my breath. I gave Laura a quick peck on the lips and then returned my lips to her right breast and began sucking on it like I had done to the left. Laura held my head to her breast once more, but used her other free hand to begin to move the remainder of her dress down her legs. It became bunched up at her knees, but she lifted herself off of my lap long enough to let it slide the rest of the way down her beautiful thighs. Lifting my head from her tit once more, I couldn't help but feel slightly in awe at seeing her wonderful body resting on my lap. She now wore just a pair of white cotton panties. The soft light made them appear to radiate softly as we sat on the couch. Laura shifted her leg slightly to get more comfortable in my lap, and I felt a brush of the front of her panties, and the slight moisture spot that had begun to form in them. I took Laura in my arms and lifted her up, just so that I could lay her down and sprawl her out on the couch. I gently laid her head on the arm of the sofa, her legs seemed to part naturally as I crawled onto my knees between them. Laura reached her arms upward and took hold of my sweater and pulled it off of me. Then, grasping my belt, she unbuckled it and slid my pants down so that I was left in only my undershirt and boxer shorts, my slacks and sweater a crumpled pile beneath me. I smiled at her as I leaned down and kissed her forehead, moving my kisses further down the top of her face until my lips rested on hers. I kissed her passionately, my tongue extending downward into her mouth while her tongue came up to meet mine. Laura took my right hand in hers and moved it slowly down her body. I felt every delectable curve of her smooth and perfect body. When her hand finally stopped on the panty line of her flared but thin hips, I got the hint. Taking the waistband in my hand, I used the same agonizing pace I had on her nipples to tease her as her panties slid down past her lovely mound and finally off her leg, landing with a soft thump on the floor. I slid my hand back up her leg from her ankle upward, enjoying the feel of her skin, but also the sensuality of the moment. I broke our long kiss and sat up once more, to take in the sight of the body of such a beautiful creature. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, and the hair all around it was the same dark, rich shade of black that the other hair on her body was. It was trim and neat, just enough to keep from being a bother when she wore a bikini. I started to pull down my boxers (my cock felt harder than steel at this point, and ached almost in pain over the need for relief) when Laura spoke the first time since we moved inside. "Please be gentle with me John, I've never done this before," Laura whispered. Her chest was moving up and down more rapidly than it would under normal circumstances, and I suddenly knew why she seemed so apprehensive before. I tried to keep my mind from reeling off too far, but this new information had hit me like a ton of bricks. On one hand, I had a nearly naked beautiful woman beneath me, asking for sex. On the other, she was probably the best woman I would ever meet in my life and she was offering to give me something that she could never get back. "John? Are you all right? Did I freak you out?" Laura asked, a look of concern washing over her face. "No, it's just, well, that wasn't what I was expecting," I replied. "Maybe we shouldn't do this. I don't want to rush it and do something you don't or that you may regret," "John, listen to me," Laura said, taking my face between her palms and pulling me down to her. I was lost in her eyes as she spoke. "I fell in love with you that first day of class and I have been dreaming of this moment ever since we met. Please John, if you have any feelings toward me, you will take me in your arms and fulfill my needs. I want you to be my first. I have never been more sure of anything in my life," This was nearly impossible to argue with, so I just smiled and told her "Of course I will," She released my face from her grasp and let me go. I felt the same way towards her and now I was going to make sure that her first time would be something she would cherish and remember forever. Reaching my arms underneath her thighs, I lifted her up effortlessly. Laura looked a little startled, but wrapped her arms around my neck as I began to walk towards her bedroom. Laura Laura is sexuality. She oozes it, she loves it, she wears it. With pride. At 22 years old, Laura's travelled the world. She's experienced, she's beautiful and she knows it: blonde flowing hair that can be let loose for the rough and ready look or tied up for the naughty secretary look; a smile that could melt a heart; 34D breasts that prevent men making eye contact; long and feminine, yet strong and firm legs; and an arse that shows how she loves to be bent over. Her eyes can beg for sex with a look and her posture can demand attention. She has it all. Today she slips on a floaty, summery dress for her usual walk into town. The sun is shining so she sees no objection to wearing just that. And she has woken up feeling a little naughty. Bending over with her legs almost straight, she puts on her strappy shoes before leaving the house. She loves putting her shoes on like that, reminding herself how good her arse and legs look. She walks, no, she struts down the street, knowing that the cars aren't slowing down for the traffic as they pass her. She knows she's attracting looks. And she loves it. She walks down the street and turns left down an alleyway. She knows the alleyway well: slightly curved so she cannot see the exit until she's about half way down it; completely enclosed by high walls apart from an opening to a yard of garages that back onto the houses. She has walked this way all her life and never had any trouble before so continues down it. The danger always makes her walk a little faster down here but it's a danger that she likes. She knows she shouldn't like it, but she can't deny her feelings. The feeling in her head. The feeling between her legs. As she passes the opening to the garage, she can see the exit onto the parallel street to the one she left. She only sees it for a split second. A rough material covers her face. A hand quickly covers her mouth smothering her imminent scream. She flails but is restrained. The captor is too strong. She is panicking. Helpless. Being forcefully dragged backwards into an open garage. The little light that was breaking through the sack disappears by the closing of the door and is replaced by colder, white light. The hand over her mouth is replaced by a rough material tied tightly round her head. She can't make a sound. She is forced onto a raised mattress and hands and legs roughly tied to what feels like cold metal poles. Her floaty dress is ripped open, yet left beneath her. She starts to cry, feeling so exposed and she knows what will happen. The strong hands leave her. She strains to hear. Nothing. Strains to see. Just white light through the sack. Suddenly she feels a tongue on her shaved pussy. She always shaves all of her sex as she believes she never knows who she might meet, but she didn't think anything like this would happen. The tongue is gentle, lightly licking over her most intimate area. Instinctively she pushes her groin up. Why does she do that? Why is she warm down there? The thoughts make her sob more. The captor instantly moves away. Laura listens again. Still nothing. All she can feel is the shame of her wetness, now slowly running between her tight buttocks. She feels so helpless. Suddenly he is back. This time at her naked breasts. They are large and firm, the envy of all of her friends. She realises that her nipples have been hard ever since he ripped her dress. His tongue gently flicks over her right and a strong hand cups her left. She gasps. Why is she getting wetter? Why won't he just rape her? Is it rape if she wants it? In the confusion, she realises something else. She knows the smell of this man. She's been with him before. She's enjoyed him before. But she can't put her finger on who he is. She wants to smell him more but he's gone. Again, nothingness fills the room. This time she smells him before he makes contact. He's at her neck, kissing gently. Laura turns her head to smell him more, but he roughly pushes her face away as she sobs. He licks and kisses her neck, before roughly biting her. She gasps again and feels her soaking pussy spasm. She hopes he doesn't notice. He's gone. Laura breathes in through her nose, wanting to pick up any smell she can. Without sight, her other sense are on overdrive. She can't hear a thing so every touch and smell is electric. She craves his touch, she craves his smell. Who is it? All she can smell is her sex. The room must be full of it. She blushes, so ashamed that she's reacted this way. Who would know that she's been harbouring this secret fantasy for so long? Suddenly she jumps. He's back. There is something touching her parted, wet lips of her longing pussy. It's not his tongue or fingers, it's the familiar feeling of the hard, bare head of a cock. It stays there for what seems like an eternity. She moves her hips up and down, trying to lure the unknown penis into her. It still doesn't work. He moves away. She's burning up inside, wanting, needing to be filled. Then he does it. Straight in, no tenderness, completely filling her. He's big and despite her wetness, it hurts. Just how Laura likes it. She's shaking and she knows what's about to happen, and so does he. The wetness floods her physical self as the electricity floods her mind. She's been needing this. She may not have been aware of it this morning but she woke up needing it. By the time her first orgasm subsides, she realises he's fucking her hard now. She moans loudly through the material as she feels the next building. He roughly pins her down with his hand on her throat, stifling the scream. He feels her wet walls grip his cock as she climaxes again. That's too much for him and he fills her full of his seed. It feels hot inside her and she wants more. The strange yet familiar cock stays deep within her and she cums powerfully again. The cock leaves her, making her feel an emptiness she hasn't felt since... She can't remember who it was. The light goes out and she falls asleep. When she awakes, her arms and legs are untied. The gag has been removed. The lights are on but it's a warmer glow rather than the cold, white light of before. Laura removes the sack and sits up. There is nothing in the garage. Nothing on the walls, apart from the lamps emitting the warm light. Nothing on the floor. Nothing apart from the bed she had recently been pleasured against her will on and the four poles she was spread with. Standing up she notices something else. A floaty, summery dress on the floor beneath the bed. Similar to what she was wearing before. In fact, exactly as she was wearing before. The same colours. The same size. She picks it up and puts it on, hiding her used body. She notices two things drop out of it. One falls directly to the floor, the other floats down, landing next to a pair of identical, but new, strappy shoes to what she was wearing earlier. A silver necklace lands first. It's beautiful, exactly the style she loves. Exactly the style she wouldn't have bought herself, but would have wanted a lover to buy her. A piece of paper lands gently nearby. On it are three letters. DG X. Now she knows. She has always known. Deep down. She pushes open the garage door and welcomes the warm, evening light. How long has she been in there? Instead of continuing to town, she makes her way home, back to her bed, back to her phone to text him two words: "Thank You". Laura "I want to make sure you enjoy this and that we do it the right way. Not on some couch," I said, kissing her shoulder. Laura pulled her face close to mine and rested it against my cheek as I entered her room. Laura flicked on the light switch with her toe, I could see that her room was like the typical college students: messy, clothes every where & various CDs and books strewn all over the floor. Her bed was surprisingly free of clutter, although not made up and the sheets were certainly a mess. Laying her down gently, her head resting on a pile of pillows by the heavy oak headboard, I took a step back and removed my remaining clothing. Standing there with both of us naked, I climbed onto the bed next to her. She turned on her side to face me, and began to make light circles around my nipples with her fingers, running them all around and creating a sensual feeling for me. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, gliding my tongue into her mouth. She welcomed it and used her own to wrestle around and explore my mouth, as I did the same to her. Laura couldn't help but pull on my shoulders, trying to pull me closer to her. I complied and was laying on top of her, my dick resting on her stomach as I felt my balls hang loosely against the wet folds of her pussy. I could tell that she was anxious to get started, but I had other ideas. I gave her another kiss and then slowly slid myself down her body like a snake, making sure to give her pointed, erect nipples a lick for good measure on the way down. As I moved down her, Laura's legs parted instinctively to make room for my head and mouth, which were just inches from her pussy. The fragrance of her pussy was quite strong, although a smell that served as a very strong aphrodisiac for me. She smelled fresh and clean, although the musk of a woman who was sexually aroused mingled in with this smell. Extending my tongue slowly, I licked and tickled around the edge of her bush, the sparse hair on the outer lips of her cunt barely covering her opening. My licking became more gradual and exploratory as I pulled my face closer and began to work my tongue inside of her. The excitement of her sweat, as well as the cum that she had leaked out in her arousal was sweet and tasty, not like a lot of other girls I have been with. Some guys detest eating pussy, but personally I think that since most girls will at least blow a guy, the guy might as well return the favor. Plus, the taste isn't THAT bad on most girls. Laura was beginning to squirm and move her ass around on the bed a little bit as her breathing became a little bit more excited. She had moved her hands down to her pussy and was holding the outer walls open for my tongue. I would lick the outer lips all around and then stick my tongue deep inside of her, as deep as I could get it, before finding her clit and lightly blowing air on to as I rubbed it between two of my fingers. She was really moving around now and it was difficult for me to keep my mouth near her pussy. Laura was gripping on to the sides of the bed tightly with her hands now as I took over and held open her pussy. The room was filled with her loud moans of pleasure and ecstasy. Laura became even louder still as she neared the brink of orgasm "YES! YES! YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!" Laura screamed. Her body stiffened and she sighed contentedly as she orgasmed. I felt her sweet, warm juice trickle out of her onto my waiting tongue. She was heaving, her black hair strewn about the bed in a wild tangle of a mess. I continued to lick at her pussy some more, and she became aroused again, holding my head to her pussy lips as she bucked wildly about on the bed. It wasn't long before she came once more. I ate her out to yet another orgasm just a few minutes later, until she looked like she was about to pass out from pleasure. Moving up to kiss her again, I knew that she could taste her own salty juices on my lips. She enjoyed the taste though, as she licked her lips seductively to get all the juice from off of them. "Now you are ready," I said as I moved on top of her. Sitting on my knees, my dick pointed straight out in front of me. Reaching down on the bed, I pulled a condom out of my wallet (always keep them for safe measure) and opened the wrapper. "Would you do the honors please?" I asked Laura as I handed it to her. She sat up a little and then slowly unraveled it down my shaft. The latex, along with her soft touch, made my 7 inch cock seem longer and harder than it ever has before. We now sat with our legs spread on top of each other, and Laura took me by my cock and began to guide the head towards her wet and waiting pussy. As soon as I felt the head touch her outer lips, the sexual electricity that Laura had been exuding all night seemed to rush into me. Suddenly I felt like I had infinite strength, and I knew that my sex drive wouldn't quit. But first I had to make sure Laura would get through the initial part of our love making without getting too hurt. I got up onto my knees and placed Laura's legs around my waist. She scissored them by the small of my back and tried to pull me in deeper to her. But I knew the best pace to take things, so I resisted the easy access. Running my cock head up and down her opening, I teased her a little bit as I put about half of it into her. She would gasp and whine softly whenever I would do this, striving in vain to get more of me into her. I pushed down on her legs and told her to relax. She seemed to comply, and lifted her head from the bed with great interest to watch as I slowly entered her. She was extremely tight, although this was to be expected from someone inexperienced like her. It wasn't long before I hit an obstruction and knew it was her cherry. Laura felt me hit it too and she had a look of slight concern on her face. "This is going to pinch a little, and you might bleed some, but just relax and think pleasant thoughts. I promise it will pass," I said to her soothingly as I reached my hand down to her chest and began to tease and tweak her nipples a little. Laura just nodded and bit down on her lower lip. I bent down to the floor again and picked up her panties, to use just in case she bled more than I hoped she would. Setting them by her opening, I positioned myself in front of her again and slowly began to enter her. Once again I encountered her cherry, so I pulled back my cock from within her for a moment. "Here we go. It will be over real soon," I said as I slid into her at a quick speed. I pressed down hard and deep when I felt the head hit her hymen, and I felt it tear around me as I pushed through it and into her tight love tunnel. "Ouch!" Laura cried out. I could see slight tears welling in her eyes as she adjusted to the pain. I took the panties and blotted right outside her opening, as a small trickle of blood leaked out. Wanting to get her over the pain and into the pleasure, I began to thrust in and out of her at a decent pace, my cock becoming coated with her juices. At first she was whimpering in pain from the friction our fucking was causing on her sensitive new area. But after only a few minutes her whimpers became moans of pleasure as both of us began to relax a bit while we were inside of each other. The feel of her pussy around my cock, the lips sliding up and down like a mouth as I moved myself in and out of her no-longer-virgin cunt, was incredible. The sheer heat radiating from within her was like a furnace and the juices from our sweat and pheromones were heating up, filling the air with the unmistakable odor of sex. They say that Latin women can fuck long and hard and make it extremely hot. Laura was half Mexican, and totally new to this, but it still had to be the hottest sex I had ever had. We had a tempo going now, as I fucked her missionary position. Since she had begun to enjoy the sex, I became focused on my own sexual needs as well, and began to stick it to her long and hard. I would push into her in short, deep strokes, feeling her pussy walls contracting around me as I hit the back of her cervix on nearly every thrust. Then I would pull almost all the way out of her, leaving in just the head before I thrust very hard back in. She seemed to like it like this best, gasping when I would pull out and moaning and screaming out loudly when I would push back in. Her room had become a blur during our lovemaking and I barely noticed that the bed was slamming against the wall as we bounced up and down on it. Laura's beautiful breasts were covered in a sheen of sweat as we fucked, and I could see tiny beaded droplets form on her nipples. I couldn't resist, so I leaned down and licked them off. This caused Laura to moan and cry out in pleasant surprise as I teased her erect, jutted out nipple whilst I fucked her. Her cries became louder and louder until she orgasmed again for the fourth time (at least that's how many times I counted) that night. She slowed down momentarily to catch her breath, but I was still inside of her and very hard, my body dripping now with sweat. I was getting exhausted but I also hadn't gotten off yet, so I was determined to do that. Using the momentary relaxation by Laura, I grudgingly pulled out of her, my dick and the condom on it shimmering with her slick pussy juices. Rolling Laura onto her back, I had her get on all fours. Standing on top of the bed, I bent down a little as I entered her sweet pussy once more. The feel this time was even better, as I was getting into it at a new angle. I felt myself sink in as deep as possible, down to her hot core. Her aroused and exposed clit was poking out from her sweet, tender folds and I rubbed my palm against it as I slowly pushed in and out of her. Laura was moaning yet again and this time I thought I would concern myself with getting off before I worried about her having another orgasm. I bent over her back and continued to use one hand to play with her clit while I used the other to fondle her tits, which were swinging back and forth now like a couple of udders. Meanwhile while this was going on of course, I was rapidly shoving in and out of her. My angle of entry into her varied: sometimes upwards, sometimes straight ahead and sometimes downwards. The rotation and randomness of this kept Laura guessing, and she would coo and moan every time I would thrust into her. I felt my balls begin to tighten as I was about to blow my load. I pulled out of Laura yet again and rolled her over on to her back. Placing her legs up on my shoulders, I slammed back into her hard. I was like a jackhammer as I thrust into her sweet, warm pussy. She knew I was close, so she began to talk really dirt to me to try and get me off. "Oooo, you like fucking my little virgin cunt don't you? You like taking the cherry from an 18 year old huh? Yea, I know you like it! That's so good. Now you can cum. I want you to cum. Fill up that condom...fill it! HARDER! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! THAT'S IT! FUCK ME! FUCCCCKKKK MEEEE!!! YEAAAAA!!!!!" Laura screamed out. I couldn't hold back any longer and I orgasmed into the condom, filling it with so much sperm that some actually seeped out at the edge (thankfully it wasn't inside of her cunt). I felt my dick shrivel some so I pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed. Laura moved over me and slowly pulled the condom off of my now soft cock, careful not to spill any. Laura then shocked quite a bit when she put the condom to her lips and sipped out some of the cum from within. I was in shock at such sluttish behavior, especially from a virgin, but Laura seemed to enjoy it and relish the fact that she wasn't the innocent little girl any more. "Yum. Tastes good," she said, a sultry smile on her face. She could tell how shocked I was at her behavior, but she just gave me a devilish smile. "I said I was a virgin. I didn't say I had never tasted cum," she said, laughing a little. Not wanting to waste the remaining cum I guess, she slowly spilled the rest of it onto her tits. I watched as my seed rolled seductively down her chest, splashing onto the bed sheets below. When she ran out of cum, Laura began to rub what remained on her body deep into her skin. Laura then climbed up next to me in bed and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. It felt weird to taste my own cum on her sweet little lips, but it was worth it after the amazing sex I had just had. "Thank you John. You made sure my first time was special. I love you.," Laura said as she lay on top of me, her breasts crushed into my chest. "You're welcome. And I love you too," I said as I lifted my head up and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She laid her head onto my chest and drifted off to sleep. Sleeping in the next morning, when we both awoke we were horny and hungry. So after a quick trip to the store to buy pancake mix (and more condoms) in which we could barely keep our hands off each other, we spent the rest of the day making love and eating and generally enjoying being with each other. That was the start of the best relationship of my life. I had never before, nor since, felt as close to a person as I have with Laura. But happiness is fleeting and the old adage is true: nothing gold can stay. Upon completing college, I asked Laura to marry me. I was heartbroken when she turned me down, not for another man, but for life itself. She wanted to go out and experience the real world alone and not even with the man she loved and the only person she told me she had ever been able to trust. This was a bitter pill for me to swallow, but I loved Laura too much to crush her own hopes and dreams. I let her go, and to this day I regret it. Ever since Laura nothing has seemed the same. The sky not as blue, the grass not as green, the true beauty of the world now cast in a darkened shade. I know in my mind that I did the right thing but my heart does not feel this way, nor will it ever. All I can hope is that some day I will meet Laura again. Someday... - THE END - Laura I'm looking up at the star-filled sky, noticing how absolutely beautiful it is above all of the buildings. The breeze hits me and makes me realize that I'm going to be late picking you up if I don't pick up the pace some. Finally, I manage to make it to the club. I come in and sit down at the bar in such a way that you don't realize that it's me who's actually there. "What can I get for you tonight, sir?" "Can I get a Heineken and a really big kiss?" I turn to face you, and you reach over the bar to fill my order. "I'll be just a few more minutes, hun. I'm sorry." "It's ok. There's no rush. We have the whole night ahead of us…" I watch you run around behind the bar making sure everything is in order for your replacement. I just can't seem to take my eyes off of you. The way you walk, the way you're dressed tonight… You look absolutely gorgeous in your tight blue jeans and t-shirt. All of your assets are quite exaggerated, and I'm surprised that I haven't seen anyone trying to pick you up in the time that I'm here. After about five minutes, you sneak up behind me and kiss me on the cheek. "Are ya ready?" "Yep. Off we go…" I take your hand in mine, and we walk out of the club to the beautiful star-filled night. "I had to park a few blocks away. I hope you don't mind." "It's such a perfect night, why would I mind?" You put your arm around my waist and pull me to you while we're walking down the street. "So, where are we going?" "You'll see soon enough Laura, don't worry." We finally reach the car, and I open the door to let you in, placing a kiss on your forehead just before you duck inside. I then walk around to my side and get in. "Now, close your eyes…" You give me a really big smile, and close your eyes. You hear me rummaging through the back of the car and then hear it get quiet. "Lean up just a bit please?" You oblige. I place a black blindfold around your head, and tie it (not too tight though, don't worry J). Your smile turns into bewilderment. "What's going on Paul?!" "Relax hun, it's all part of the surprise." "Ummm, ok…" I place a soft kiss on your lips, teasing you a little, and then I start the car and begin towards our destination. "Don't I even get a hint where we're going?" "Nope, sorry. I don't want to ruin the surprise." After about 20 minutes of driving, we finally reach our destination. "Ok, we're here now." "Great! Now I can…" I quickly stop you from reaching for the blindfold; "Not quite yet. We have to walk for a minute or so yet…" "You're such a tease, damn it!" "Thank you!" I get out of the car and walk over to your side and help you out of the car. The breeze is just as calm and relaxing as when we left the club. It feels...perfect. I take your arm, and escort you to our final destination. "Ok, now we're here." "Good, now I can get this thing off me!" "Allow me, my dear…" I remove your blindfold and, as your eyes adjust, you see your surroundings. We're at the river's edge just on the outskirts of the city, behind a lot of trees and totally hidden from any passersby or public viewing. I have a blanket, a picnic basket, and two candles set down. The stars reflect on the river, causing a lot of natural star and moonlight to illuminate our area. I kneel down and light the two candles, and start unpacking the picnic basket. I set out all of the food, and I start to walk back to the car. "I'll be right back. Don't go away." You just flash me one of your sensuous smiles, and I blow a kiss in your direction. When you see me coming back, I have a small cooler in hand. When I get to the blanket, I unpack a bottle of champagne, a small bag of ice, and one of those fancy ice buckets they put the bottles in (forgive me, I really don't know what they're called… L). You kneel down next to me on the blanket, and give me one of the best kisses I have ever received in my life! "I can't believe all of this! Nobody has ever done this for me before. I don't even know what to say…" "You don't have to say anything Laura. I wanted to do this for you." We both just smile at each other. "Go on now, eat up. I know you're hungry." "Starving!!" We spend about 20 or 30 minutes just eating our meal and enjoying each other's company, and the view of the trees and stars. "You've given me so much today. Now I want to give you something in return…" "No, you don't have to. I did this because I wanted to, not because I wanted something out of it." "It's ok. Please…I want to do this…" You gently push me onto my back and straddle me. You then lean down to kiss me, first on my lips. A sweet, tender kiss that lasts for a few minutes, and then you move away from my lips to my left cheek, then to my neck. You begin to kiss and nuzzle my neck for what seems like an eternity. I love how your lips, your tongue, and your teeth feel on my skin; so passionate, so erotic. You start to unbutton my black, short sleeve button-down, kissing my chest a little more as you undo each button. When you reach my nipples, you suck on each of them for a little while, exciting me more and more as each moment passes. When you get to my waist, you tug at the shirt, pulling it away from my black dress slacks, leaving my chest open for you to do as you wish. You kiss every inch of my chest, making sure you take your time, accentuating every touch of your lips by touching my skin with the tip of your tongue. You slide down my legs slightly to undo my belt, and the button to my pants exposing my boxer shorts to your gaze. You then undo the button on them and reach your hand in and pull out my growing cock. You begin to gently stroke me as I begin to moan slightly from only your soft touch, and I quickly begin to grow in your hand. I lean my head back slightly and close my eyes, savoring the immense pleasure of your touch. I feel you rise a little and slide down my legs more. A few seconds later, I feel your lips kissing the head of my cock, and it twitches slightly. You place your right hand at the base of my shaft, holding it still while you begin to use your tongue on me. You swirl it around the head, pausing momentarily to take only the head into your warm, sweet mouth and suck on it with increasing pressure, and then take it out to slide your tongue sexily up and down my shaft. I begin moaning a little louder now, managing to utter out words of encouragement to you between moans and heavy breaths..." This feels incredible Laura!! Just incredible!" Just at that moment, you dive down on me, taking my entire 7½ inches into your mouth, surprising me and nearly making me scream! "Oh my god, don't stop!!! This is amazing!!!" I can feel my head softly hitting the back of your throat as you begin the most amazing and incredible blowjob (I would assume) any guy has ever received in the history of the earth! I lean up a little and open my eyes, only to see your eyes locked in on me, watching my every expression as you take me into your mouth. Our eyes meet and you smirk a little while sliding expertly up and down my cock, making sure to use your tongue on the bottom of my shaft as you come back up. You are sending electricity up and down every part of my body! What I am feeling is just beyond description! You notice that I am beginning to throb in your mouth and decide to stop. You slowly take me out of your mouth and giggle a little as I catch my breath and try to control my heart from beating out of my chest! While I am attempting (futilely I might add) to calm myself, you climb to your feet; our eyes never losing contact. You pull your t-shirt out of your jeans, and then off over your head, bearing your white, lace bra to me. You reach behind, unhook your bra, and very sexily, you let it slide off of your arms and onto my chest, leaving only your soft 36C breasts covered by your crossed arms. You then unbutton your jeans and very slowly pull them down and then off, one long, sexy leg at a time. Silently, I admire the incredible body standing over me, now wearing only white, lacey panties. You turn around, letting me admire you once more while you take those sexy, lacey panties of yours down, bending over while you go. As you let them fall to my body and step out of them, you kneel down, centering your moist pussy over my mouth. I start licking your slit up and down, tasting your moistness on the tip of my tongue and absorbing your sweet scent. I rub my middle finger up and down your slit while I use my tongue to tease your wanting pussy. I rub your clit very playfully, watching you squirm over me. I slowly push my finger inside you, feeling your walls try and milk my finger. What an incredible feeling… I flick my tongue against your lips while I slide my finger in and out of your now very wet pussy. I lick your lips and my finger as you drip onto my finger and hand. I can hear you moaning getting louder as I now slide a second finger inside you. You feel so tight around my fingers. I start moving faster and faster, using my tongue to tease you just a little more. All of a sudden, I feel your walls give my fingers a vice-like grip. You scream in orgasm, shaking and dripping your juices all over my hand and face. I slow down, letting you come down from your orgasm. When you come down from your orgasm, you rise up, turn around, and pull off my pants, letting my now semi-erect cock slide up your stomach, in between your breasts, gently sliding up your chin and then across your lips. You remove my shoes & socks, and then my slacks and boxers. After you remove them, you slide back up my body, coming to a stop with your pussy hovering over my now hard cock. You take me in your hand and point me towards the entrance of your sweet tasting palace. You slowly begin to take my cock inside you, inch by inch. After a minute, you manage to take me inside you entirely. As I feel the breeze hit our naked bodies, I take your hands in mine and you begin to ride me slowly, savoring every texture and feeling of my cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy. I knew it wouldn't be long before the end, but I managed to calm myself just enough. I rose gently to meet your gentle, downward thrust. Both of our moans begin to grow into screams. Ignoring the now constant breeze, we begin to move our bodies faster and faster. I now feel the boil in my balls. You ride me faster and harder, our screams becoming but echoes in the night. Soon, it is time. I feel the cum rising. Our screams becoming even louder. All of a sudden, your pussy clamps around my cock. You have yet another shuddering orgasm. The sensations of your orgasm make me pump load after load of my hot cum deep into your pussy; our thrusts causing our skin to slap together, echoing through the cool, breezy night like rifle shots. We slow down as we come down from our joint orgasm… You lean down and kiss me passionately on my lips. "Laura, that was incredible!!" "You're the one who's incredible Paul!" We catch our breath, holding each other in the cool night, falling asleep in each other's arms... Laura: 2010 Laura, my wife and I went and visited New York City. After we arrived it didn't take us long to become somewhat scared to death of NYC. We pulled off a beautiful freeway and down a long and winding off ramp lined with stately trees, and found ourselves smack in the middle of a destitute community with people milling about looking homeless, and dirty. At a stop sign, a toothless man asked us if we wanted to buy some smack, hash, or cocaine. At the next stoplight a dark-haired guy grabbed my Laura's door handle—lucky for the auto-lock feature. I sped away to the right which apparently was a red-light district as there were middle-aged women scantily dressed walking short distances down the street and back again. We felt rather lucky when we spotted a freeway entrance and made for it with success. After a few miles along the freeway we came off at an upscale motel and restaurant row. We chose a Hilton and settled in for the night much relived. That night we studied maps and talked about getting a GPS first chance. Next morning was a beautiful summer day. I lounged by the window and sipped my morning coffee. Laura in a thick cloth robe came over and closed the curtains. She spread out some clothes on the bed, dropped her robe to the floor and stood there naked brushing her hair. Laura believes I married her because she is smart, a CPA, and because of her significant though small inheritance. But really I married her because she has an outstandingly beautiful body. My dick is my boss. When dressed she is somewhat plain. She is pretty but plain. Undressed her breasts are quite unusual. They swoop down and then up, her areoles are puffy and large and her nipples are an inch-and-a-half long by half an inch thick. When erect the result is amazing. The puffy part pushes the nipples up. The nipples erect are at least two inches long. The colors are cartoon like. The breast itself is alabaster while the areolas are pink and the nipples reddish brown. When she finished brushing her hair my cock was rigid and I wanted to throw back the curtains so everyone could see how lucky I was. I couldn't stand it anymore I pulled my cock out and began stroking it as she stepped into white lace panties. Then came the special bra made especially to fit her nipples, and a plain comfortable blouse and baggy short pants turned this exceptionally sexy figure into a plain Jane with a pretty face. In driving around the city it didn't take us long to see that one of NYC's unique features was magnitude. Huge buildings, huge numbers of people, and the huge feeling of smallness that it pressed upon you. After six hours of exploring Manhattan we jetted back to our motel with a sigh of relief, a shower and a cup of tea. The next morning was pretty much the same routine except Laura wore a summer dress with a flower print. Out we went to explore again heading out toward the United Nations building as a start point. It didn't take long to get there and after a tour we drove off with a smile in an Easterly direction. I had it in my mind that NYC was like our hometown where primarily the streets are along square blocks—boy was I wrong. I made a turn onto a one-way street knowing where I needed to get but the one-way street and the traffic made it impossible to turn. We went for miles away from where we needed to be. I finally made a turn that should have eventually taken me back along the way I needed to go but it began to zig zag because of construction, detours, and one-way streets. Because of the hectic struggle of keeping from hitting anyone I hadn't noticed the car overheating. I heard a squeal, a pop, and saw steam. I pulled over and stopped along the street. Looking around I realized the hugeness of my smallness and the look in Laura's face told me she too felt small. We were in a crummy part of the world. People were milling around along the street. Many of the shop fronts were boarded or their grated doors were pulled shut and locked. Along the way we could see several hotel signs hanging large from the third or fourth stories of brick buildings. I plucked my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed 333-3333 for a taxi but they told me they did not service this are. They gave me another number that they thought did and I called it. I was told a taxi would be here in 10 minutes. It showed up in less. A large four door Lincoln slid up silently. I could not see in the windows the tint was more like black paint. The driver, a six foot white guy with bulging muscles, got out, walked around to me, and grinning the whole time said sweetly, "hello." "Hi. I need to get to the Hilton off exit 33 near a place called Longview." The man kept grinning and looking at my wife and then at me. I asked if he was the taxi service I called and he said, "we can help." The back doors of the Lincoln opened and out got two very large body building black guys, and one Mexican. They circled around me, all laughing or grinning. I was ringed in and one said, "we want all your stuff." Two of them took one of my wrists each, squeezed, and pressed their huge bodies into me. I could not move. "The keys to the car," one said. I handed them over along. Then one of them leaned in and whispered in my ear real sexy like, "what about that stuff?" I followed his pointing finger to my wife sitting in the car. She looked petrified. We walked with a gentle urging from him to the passenger side door. He opened it and then said, "can we have that stuff too?" Laura had tears hanging in her eyes. I felt my wrists taken again and the man doing the asking slid his arm around my rib cage and he began to squeeze. I felt he was strong enough to crack my ribs and puncture my heart. Nearly without breath enough to respond I managed a simple, "yes." And now I had tears in my eyes. A tow truck showed up as Laura and I were swept away into the Lincoln. After about twenty minutes of driving the car turned into a short driveway a rollup door opened and we drove into a many storied brick building and then down and around several times to a parking garage underground. We were ushered from the car into a long slightly clean hall and into a very clean and comfortable room with bathroom and bed and television and refrigerator and everything we could want to be comfortable. Just before the door shut and was locked one of the guys said relax, take a shower, eat, the food is fresh and good and then sleep we will talk tomorrow. I opened the fridge and found wine. On the table were two platters with Alaskan king crab, Lobster, Rib Eye steak with all the fixings. We found expensive whiskey. We showered, ate, and slept. Next morning we woke and found all the dishes gone and a note taped to the door: Pretty Lady We members of the South Side Club invite you to our yearly club meeting. We hope you will accept but if you do and if you don't please shower, eat, and relax, as we will be along shortly to escort you to the party room. Thank you. All that day we ate and napped and finally went to sleep. I sat for several hours sipping very good whiskey. There was knock on our door but they didn't wait, in walked several muscle bound oafs. Several men came in and grabbed me very rough while two others gently corralled Laura. My guys stuck a red gag ball in my mouth and strapped it tight to my skull. Then we were escorted along the hall. I could hear Laura crying and pleading for them to leave me alone to not hurt me. The smooth talking man spoke as we walked along the hall that kept coming to a door but behind the door there was just more hall. Smooth talking man said, "its all right. We don't like to hurt—especially pretty ladies. But husbands are different we don't hurt then either but we can be persuaded to do so if they make us. Just relax husband; I think you will learn to enjoy the party even though you can only watch." After a few more minutes of walking we came to tall double doors made of a heavy wood with some carvings on them. They opened them and we entered into a very large room maybe a hundred feet long by the same wide and with a ceiling twenty or more feet high. There were large wood beams but no windows that I could see just light from bulbs. It was bright in some spots and dark in others. We headed toward a large dimly lit space. I saw a large comfortable armchair and into this they put me. They strapped me in so my arms and hands were free but my torso, hips, and legs were strapped and locked with small padlocks so I could not get up. One of the men put a tumbler with ice and a liquid on the arm of the chair (he whispered in my ear, "there is a straw in the gag ball") after a while I sipped its contents and found it to be a strong whiskey with a couple of ice cubes. I realized that I had lost track of Laura and began looking for her but she was not around. After a while other lights were turned on and I saw a large California King bed but still no Laura. I began to worry on top of my worry. I sat in the dark shaking from fear and anger watching another part of the room fill with men perhaps 70 or 80 stood chatting, drinking, and eating along a bar and grill. I found that all I could do of the situation was sip their whiskey and sigh at my impotence. Shortly, several men gathered around the bed; the bed and the collection of men moved silently through the dim light to within 10 feet of me directly in front of me. A bright spotlight like light came down out of the ceiling lighting up the entire bed and several feet around the bed and then other lights came on from lower and different angles eliminating any shadows. I sat mesmerized and concerned remembering the note they had sent. I hoped my son was fairing better than his parents. Music came on from speakers placed all around the hall. It sounded of high quality surround sound—rock, rap, jazz a variety of sounds played. And then the party was in earnest there were perhaps a hundred men, black, Hispanic, white and nearly as many women. Some in blue jeans others in expensive suits but all were clean, young, healthy and strong. In the distance I saw chairs lined in several rows with a stage area and a microphone—this was actually a meeting a convention of sorts going on. Finally, my wife joined me, at least she was in the same room and I could see her again. So for that I felt relief. Four men surrounded her and she wore flip-flop shoes I had not seen before. Also, she wore a yellow Hawaiian style dress with a flower print also new. On her head she had a hood. It was secured. She could not see—there were no holes. Her nose was covered also; but she was free to breath. Her mouth was exposed completely. The hood was such that it would not come off. It hung very loose and to large for her but secure. They led her to the bed and while she walked the many feet, from another direction a strange massage table like apparatus was wheeled to the foot of the bed getting there before Laura the men pushing it adjusted it. Laura arrived and her dress slid from her shoulders down to the ground and she was nude and beautiful. Laura had had a thick bush that she never shaved; it traveled between her legs thinning there and circling her ass hole but today it was all gone. She had been systematically shaved—underarms, legs, pussy, ass, only her head hair remained and it was carefully arranged in a ponytail. I wondered whom it was that ran the razor gently between her ass cheeks. There she stood her little curls of inner lips hiding her clit in the warm air, men walking by enjoying the site. A clean sheet was spread and tucked in. The cushioned table apparatus secured in place at the foot of the bed and other men came over from the meeting area and the bar a few at a time holding their drinks and chatting with their friends to admire the evening's entertainment—they spoke to her and allowed there hands to touch her derriere. One cupped her pussy and I could see his thumb rubbing softly above her clit while whispering into her ear. The soft-spoken man that asked if he could have my stuff including my wife came out from the shadows and gently assisted Laura into the apparatus. Her chest and head rested on the bed. Her legs slid into cushioned supports lifting her ass into the air at just the right height and angle, her pussy and anus were as if presented for my and everyone else' viewing pleasure. The soft spoken man, his name was Joe, put his large hand upon Laura's left ass cheek nearly covering it all his little finger tapping her anus and then brought a wireless microphone to his mouth saying, "gentleman." The voice spread loud and clear through the hall. "Gentleman, our toy, our sex toy, Laura, is ready to receive visitors." I then realized that I had been watching the proceedings with awe and my cock had responded pressing tight in my pants but a teardrop and another fell into my drink and reminded me, my Laura was about to be gang raped—gently, I hoped, but raped. Men with drinks, chatting casually arrived at this event at the conference and one man stepped up to have his picture taken by another. He beside Laura, his hand resting on her hip as though a trophy, and then he unzipped his pants and pulled out an enormous cock. I was instantly jealous. He began stroking his flaccid eight-inch member giving it what it needed until after a few minutes he slapped his 12-inch long 3 inch thick meat on my wife's ass cheek with an audible slap. As if in concert lights came on across the hall and a live band began to play loudly. Laura's attacker stroked her pussy with his cock and then shoved it in full length in one stroke. To my surprise Laura's only response was to lift her ass a little. He stroked the full length over and over. Occasionally, his huge prick would come completely out with a popping sound and then plunge in from tip to balls—over and over again thirty times at least. Then he put it away and zipped his pants while motioning to his friend who came to Laura and though of lesser size he pumped my wife too. Where the first guy just fucked her his buddy let his hands have a little to. He petted her legs and anus continually and at one point his finger slid into her butt hole until it disappeared for a while. He also differed in that he cum all over her ass hole the first guy did not cum. This latter slowed the proceedings because a man had to come from the bar to clean her up. He had a little cart that he wheeled out to her. It had only the top shelf and on it were baby wipes and a douche bag. He first washed her clean with the baby wipes and then douched her pussy. He was really enjoying the whole proceedings. It took about ten minutes. After the wiping and douching he commenced to pull her pussy lips and vulva every which way dabbing it with a baby wipe as he went along, but soon she was pristine again and available. I apparently got over the fact that Laura was being gang-raped. I was sipping a fresh whiskey and with my free hand had been rubbing my hard dick. I didn't start counting until after many guys had came and fucked her but after I did start counting I was at 29. The bar tender would wheel the cart that I notice had a squeaky wheel over and give her a real good cleaning nearly every time. Around ten in my count a man came over with a chair and an old style oil can with the long stem and operating handle running the length of the can. He sat back a little from her but close enough to reach out and give her pussy and the cock that was using it a squirt of some kind of lubricant. At first I wondered why because Laura's pussy was dripping of its own juices but a little help couldn't hurt I figured and when my count hit 29 I guessed it was a good idea—29, 30, 31, 32, 33.... Around Laura's fourth or sixth fuck I began to relax. I think the several shots of whiskey helped but the initial shock of seeing my wife fucked a few times by several different guys turned from a scattered mind to one of some singularity, i.e. my cock was hard and feeling real good. I had begun to rub it through my pants around the fourth fuck but by the 15th I had it out stroking it real slow. The bed had been turned for my benefit I think so I could see her pussy clearly and the cocks slipping into it. Her pussy had taken on a whole new look and shape. By the time she had been fucked 15 times and on to 33 times her cunt lips had stretched out so they were a couple of inches or more longer than I had ever seen them. Plus they were engorged, swollen, and bright pink. The smooth skin that at home I loved to lick had tripled in area and when a fat cock would piston in and out of her the skin between anus and pussy, that right at the crotch would stretch out, literally pull out a couple of inches. Her pussy was being continually stimulated. Now that I was calmed and enjoying the show I began to see the subtle nuance of Laura's participation. I could see that she was gently moving her pussy to meet each cock stroke. Her ass was flexing slightly as she fucked each cock. I wanted to scream at her but I just stroked my cock and just enjoyed the sight of her oil covered ass, anus, and cunt. Then a black man six foot-4, at least, lay upon the bed, his lips close to her lips, and I could see him whispering to her. Laura began to have a little smile. The black guy stood and removed his expensive looking suit so he was naked—they all had body building bodies must be a muscle convention or something. After caressing her ass with his hand and his cock with his other hand his cock became twelve inches long. But it was only about one inch thick a long pencil with a rubber head that he began slapping her ass with. I heard the squeaky wheel but this time the bartender added an enema to the cleaning process. He didn't bother to get her to a toiled instead the bar keeper produced a pan large deep enough to catch the enema waste—shit and water oozed slowly out of Laura's ass that he diligently cleaned as quickly as it happened so she didn't really soil herself. Then the man with the oilcan came in close and squirted the length of long cock's shaft and Laura's anus and the long length of the rod slipped slowly into my wife's ass hole. I had never done that to her. She was always so reluctant; I shied away from doing it. But here there was 12 inches all the way to his balls they were bouncing on her ass and then all the way out again so I could see the knob poised at the lips of her anus over and over again. At first he slid it in and out very slowly but as her butt filled with the oil from the can and her muscles relaxed for it he sped up so that just before he came in her butt he was pounding it hard into her hole. The music from the live band was continual and loud but well into her ass fucking it stopped for a few minutes and I could hear Laura in between moans of pleasure say, "yes, yes." It was then that he cum deep in her beautiful derriere. His balls jerking with the ejaculation; he pulled it out and stroked it so more shots of cum splashed across her ass cheeks. He scooped up a large drop of cum and offered it to Laura's mouth. She accepted it with a sucking and licking of his fingers. He scooped up another and her mouth and tongue were waiting for it. I was drunk and my cock was aching hard. There was for the moment no one fucking her, which was unusual they had been fucking her steady for at least three hours. I was staring right at my wife's pussy and I saw that it was dripping wet with pussy juice, the lips were swollen, and her gorgeous clit was like I had never seen it. It was pulsating. I felt impotent; I stroke my cock harder. Here she was more aroused by far then I had ever gotten her. I had no idea her clit was so big. The clit itself was half an inch thick and an inch long. Even with all the cock juice that was all over it I wanted to suck it. But just then a skinny guy the bus boy walking by with a bus tray full of dirty glasses and empty bottles stopped and ogled my Laura. He then set the tray down, kneeled down and commenced sucking my wife's clit real slow, soft, and gentle. After awhile Laura's ass lifted and tightened as she presented her clit in a better position for his tongue. Laura: 2010 But then I noticed the crowd was thinning. It appeared the party was over. The bus boy was really cleaning up. He sucked her and then fucked her. After, some men came and helped Laura up. She sat on the bed for a few minutes stretching her legs and then she was led away still hooded. They took me away back to my room where I fell asleep. When I woke we were both back in our room. Laura had been especially pampered—her hair was done and she was perfumed. We ate the meal that was there on the table, without speaking. And then the guys that had abducted us came in a rush and ushered us out into the garage and into the same Lincoln. Before we knew what was happening we were standing next to our car at the same spot, they helped Laura into our car, and then came around to me and told me that the car was fixed and that I should have a pleasant day. As one of them turned to go he dropped several CD's into the pocket of my door and they were gone. I drove away still neither of us spoke. I looked into the door pocket and wondered what was on them but made a guess. Laura Laura's boyfriend Derek used to be a loving guy. Derek could instantly remember how hard his dick got when he first saw her in his psychology class last semester. She was 5' 2 with shoulder length chocolate colored hair and hazel eyes. He remembered how on the first day she tried to hide her giant 36 EE breasts under a thick sweater, but anyone could tell by just a glance that there were some massive knockers under there. Being the smooth talker that he was, he immediately chatted her up and seduced her with his charms and good looks. A couple of dates bloomed into a full fledged relationship which so far lasted about half a year. However, things weren't the same as they used to be. Laura could see things changing. Teasing him playfully would make him angry, but it was completely fine when Derek was the one doing the teasing. Although his 'teasing' was more hurtful. 'Lard ass', 'titless', 'bimbo', and 'ugly bitch' were just a few of her various nicknames. His verbal behavior wasn't the only thing to change, he had become physically aggressive as well. One time after a heated argument; he slapped her across the face because she had got the 'double chocolate chip' ice cream instead of the 'double chocolate mint chip' he wanted. The once playful and fun loving woman was now gone. All that remained was a scared and timid little girl trying her best to avoid one of Derek's brutal punishment sessions. At the moment, she was in the back seat of his car with his thick 10 inch cock down her throat. Derek groaned loudly as he held the girl's struggling head down on his cock, not caring if the bitch needed air or not. This had been going on for about thirty minutes now and Laura had lost track of how many times she had almost passed out from suffocating on his cock. Her pleading eyes looked up at him, begging for air. Her hair was thoroughly messed up from how often he grabbed her locks and used it as a handle. Her face was a pitiful sight covered in her spit and his precum. Her hazel eyes were now red and flooded with tears. The constant stream of them had ruined her mascara causing the black ink to splotch her cheeks. Laura let out a sharp gasp as Derek pulled the sobbing girl up by the hair. Her attempt to fill her lungs with precious air was interrupted by the firm slap he gave her across the face. "You fucking like that you little slut?" He asked as he back handed the other cheek to even it out. She could only sob in reply. "I SAID, DO YOU FUCKING LIKE SUCKING ON MY COCK, YOU FUCKING SLUT?" He screamed as his palm connected with her mascara and tear covered face. "Y-yes! Yes sir!" She cried. Her voice nasally and hoarse from the constant throat abuse. "Good girl." He said as he slapped her again and shoved her head back on his thick meaty rod. She gurgled loudly as the fat head of his cock slammed into the back of her throat rapidly. He thrust his hips hard like he was fucking just a regular cock sleeve. Laura could do nothing but lay limp while he used her throat like she was a fuck doll. She gagged and choked as he ravaged her mouth until finally he buried his cock in her throat up to the hilt with her nose pressed against his pubic bone. "Ooohhhhh Fuuuuuckkkk!" He groaned loudly as he started to shoot spurts of his creamy cum down her throat. If there was one thing Laura had learned while with Derek, she knew her boyfriend was capable of ejaculating a very high volume of sperm. Her eyes bulged as she felt the liquid trickling down her throat and thrashed about wildly. The fluid was tickling the inner walls of her throat as it slid down into her stomach. She gagged and coughed loudly around the thick fleshy hose stuffed into her mouth hole. Splatters of his cum went everywhere. The poor girl was able to swallow some, but most of it escaped from out of her puffy cheeks and through her nose. Derek finally brought the girl up for air again and delivered even more of his harsh slaps across her face over and over again. "Look what you fucking did! You made a mess in my car! Didn't I tell you that when I fuck your mouth I want you to swallow all of my cum? You know you're going to get punished for that." He gripped her hair tightly and mopped up the leather car seat with her cheek, rubbing the light drops of semen off the seat. "Nooo! P-please Derek! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! Please don't punish me again! I'm still so sore from yesterday!" She begged as more tears streamed down her face. Derek replied to her pleas with more slaps across her reddened cheeks before tearing down the tight pink halter that just barely encased her massive tit bags. Her massive EE cup breasts hung out from over the halter. Her pink areolas were about 3 inches in diameter with a half inch thick nub of nipple protruding from the middle of the circles. The creamy bulbs of flesh seemed absolutely flawless. It was a shame that Derek was going to have his way with them. "Look at these things." He said as he kept his firm fist in her hair and used his other hand to grip her right tit between his fingers. Laura yelped loudly in pain as the stinging shot through her little nub and throughout her breast. "Look at these small fucking things..." He said as let go of the vice grip he had on her nipple and slapped her tit, the large bag of fat crashing into the other. "I-I'm sorry for having such small worthless tits sir..." She sniffled like she was sick with a cold, but she knew exactly what Derek wanted her to do when he was hurting her tits. She knew he wanted her hands behind her with her back fully arched so the heaving melons were up and on display for his use. Her tits jiggled as more slaps rained on her reddening flesh. "Yeah. You should be. You're lucky that I'm so nice to stay with a small titted slut like you." More slaps made the two bags of fat sway into each other wildly. Of course everything Derek said was a lie. A EE cup would be classified a quite a large set of breasts. However, Derek had a... Particular sense of humor. After a few more slaps to her battered breasts he released his grip on her hair and leaned back to enjoy his handy work. Laura's whole body quivered as it's energy was completely spent, but still made sure to keep her hands locked behind her. Her face was covered in a grey sheen due to the mix of her tears, cum, mascara, and mucus. Her lewd meat bags hung against her chest like bright red tomatoes. Derek smiled looking at his girlfriend, satisfied with the way she looked. He got out of the back seat and into the drivers seat. Laura took that as a sign that they would be leaving. She did the same and moved into the passenger seat. "You're lucky to have me you know. Nobody else would put up with a girl with small tits that can't suck cock." He said as he turned the key to the ignition. "T-thank you Derek..." She whimpered with a nod. Her voice came out in sharp gasps, the same way it would after someone had been bawling their eyes out. "Hey, since I'm such a nice boyfriend I'm going to do you a favor. I was going to keep this as a surprise until tomorrow, but I really can't it a secret." He said with an excited grin. "I set up a training schedule for you to get those things bigger. First thing tomorrow I'll be training them so that by the end of the week you'll be a full cup size bigger! You really are lucky to have me." He started to back the car up and got on the main road. Laura stared blankly at the dashboard and nodded weakly; whimpering and sobbing quietly the whole drive home. Laura About a month after my wife died, maybe it was two months, my mother and father reportedly rented a U-Haul, loaded it up with everything that was in our apartment, and gathered me up, and brought me home. I say "reportedly" because those days were a blur. If I had any coherent thought during those months, it was visions of my wife, and then the reality of a large, black void that was now my life. I was lost elsewhere. My parents did everything they could think of—from taking me to doctors who prescribed little bottles of pills to bringing every person I'd ever cared about to my bedside, but nothing worked. I wasn't coming back. My mother, Laura, would rub my back, and lean over me, whispering into my ear, the flesh of her lips grazing my earlobes, sending chills into my brain. Sometimes, exhausted, she would lie next to me in bed, spooning me against her body. I could feel her breasts pressed up against my back as she stroked my arm. Willing me, I suppose, back to life. She had given birth to me once, and now it seemed as if she was ready to give birth to me again, as if she could expel me from the darkness back into the light with sheer will. I was her favorite child. It had remained unspoken all of these years, but everyone knew she had a fondness for me. My brothers and sisters would tease me and I would protest—but a part of me always knew that they were right. "David," she whispered, the tip of her tongue grazing my ear. Her voice was almost a purr as she pressed her pelvis against me. I don't know what it was, whether the sound of longing in her voice or the pressure of her warm belly against me, but I felt myself pushing back against her. It was a subtle movement, but she felt it, and the hand that she had on my bicep quickly found my thigh. I unfolded my body slowly, stretching, and turned over to face her. She is a beautiful woman, and I gazed into her face for awhile, feeling myself stir at the long lashes that framed her eyes, the curve of her nose, and the fullness of her mouth. I wanted her. I placed the palm of my hand against her cheek and stroked her smooth, cool skin, my own eyes open, looking back into her without blinking. My eyes were her eyes. I wanted to crawl inside them. I wanted to crawl back inside of her body. I reached down and rested my hand on her hip and pulled up her nightgown swiftly. I wanted to slide between her legs and bury my head there. Smell the musk all woman have. I closed my eyes and imagined her throwing her legs apart, grasping my head, and bringing my head to her openness. I imagined slipping my head up inside her, pulling my body behind me, feeling myself enclosed safely within her womb. Her belly would be stretched enormously over my body, and because I dreamed, I dreamed that it gave her great pleasure to be pregnant with me again. She caressed her great full breasts, beads of milk like pearls on the ends of her nipples. She rubbed her belly, marveling at what it contained. She whispered my name again and it brought me back to the woman lying next to me. I had pulled her nightgown all of the way up to her waist. She was naked and exposed. I slid one leg between her legs and pushed her legs apart. My cock was throbbing between my legs. I rolled over onto her in one graceful turn of my body, my cock pressed against her, snug between her legs and warm pussy. I looked down into her eyes to make sure she wanted me. She had her eyes closed—but she was gripping my shoulders, pulling me down against her. How long had it been since I'd spoken to my mother? I couldn't remember. She ground herself against me. I didn't wait for another invitation and rose up and guided my cock against her lips. I pushed forcefully and the end of my cock opened her cunt. I groaned and pushed harder and slid deep inside her. She gasped and I covered her mouth with mine. As we kissed, our tongues caressing each other, I pushed again until all of my cock was engulfed in her pussy. "Mama," I whispered as I began to hump against her slowly at first. She stroked my hair from my face and kissed my mouth. She answered me with just one word, "David." And I began to thrust wildly into her as if by my own will I could return to a place where I'd once been safe and warm. She grunted now, loudly, and I remembered the times when I had heard her behind closed doors making love to my father. These were the same sounds, only it wasn't my father between her legs, it was me. I rocked and rocked against her, feeling as if my cock was swelling inside her to impossible lengths. The sound of the bed filled the room, squeaking on its frame, and I thought about how my cum would return to the place where I was born, where I was created. I imagined it spurting from the head of my cock and flowing into her uterus, seeking out her seed, and impregnating her. I wondered if she was still fertile and hoped that she was. I wanted to fill her up with my cum. Long, white sticky strands of cum. Suddenly I felt the first seizure in my cock that foretold that I was ready. I wrapped my arms around her body and thrust deep inside of her, sending her backward on the bed. I moaned loudly, wanting her to hear me, grunting in her ear. "David," she cried again as the first spasm was followed by another and another. I was filling her now, shooting deep within her, my cum spiraling up through her cervix, seeking out a way to create life. I grimaced; the pleasure was so intense, my whole body bursting outward. And I slowed my thrusts and kept pumping, gentler each time. I did not want to pull my cock out of her. I wanted it to stay inside her, warm and wet, held tight by the walls of her pussy. "David," she began, but I put my hand over her mouth gently and shook my head. I didn't want her to say anything. I searched her eyes for guilt, regret, but saw none. I pressed my forehead against hers, looking into her eyes, and kissed the end of her nose. "Mama," I said softly, "I'm back." Laura This weekend I met an amazing woman at a friends house. I knew she was bisexual, it was so obvious. The whole time I was there she stared at my cleavage. After I loosened up a little, I too admitted that I loved pussy. She then leaned over and kissed me. It was totally unexpected but it was the most intense kiss. Her lips were so soft and her tongue probing my mouth, playing with my tongue ring, just turned me on. Everyone in the room was stunned and asked us to do it again, but Laura said everyone would have to leave for a little while so she could give me a private lap dance. I had no objections to this. I had never had a lap dance from a woman before, even though I've known I was bisexual for quite some time now. I was so excited, I couldn't wait for everyone to leave us alone. We drank a little and then Laura kicked everyone out of the room. Finally, we were all alone. She dimmed the lights and got out her glow sticks. We put on enigma which happens to be one of my favorite groups, especially to listen to during sex. She did an amazing erotic dance and then straddled me. She began to kiss my neck and nibble on my ears. Her mouth moved up to my lips, and once again I got to feel her tongue in my mouth. She would bite my lower lip and play with my tongue ring, which turned me on like you would not believe. She then took off her shirt and bra and pulled my face into her tits. I licked and sucked all around her nipples and then bit down on one. She moaned her approval so I began twisting her nipple in between my teeth, occasionally letting my tongue ring brush across the tip of her nipple. The cold metal on my barbell made her squirm and grind her pussy into my leg. Damn she was so wet I could feel it through her jeans. She sat up so I could get a good look at her gorgeous tits. I ran my tongue from her navel to her neck. She took my hands in her face and told me how beautiful I was and then kissed me with intense passion. She then trailed her mouth down to my neck and licked and sucked on it. It sent shivers down my spine. Before I knew it she had bit down on my neck very lightly. She asked me if I liked it and I told her to hurt me. I desperately wanted to feel the sensation of pleasure mixed with pain. She reached both hands down and began twisting my nipples between her fingers, biting down on my neck softly at first then harder. It hurt so bad but the combination of the pain and pleasure made me have an orgasm. I began to squirm underneath her and this only made her bite harder. She drew blood and I still have her teeth marks on my neck. When it was time for me to leave she walked me out to the car. I gave her my number and then she put her arms around my neck, looked deep into my eyes and told me again how beautiful she thought I was, then we parted. When I got home, I immediately took off all my clothes and began to rub my fingers over my swollen clit. Standing in the middle of the room with my leg propped up on a chair I slid one, then two fingers into my wet cunt. Massaging my clit with my thumb and pushing my fingers in and out of my pussy was really getting me close to an orgasm. Then I got an idea. I went and grabbed my dildo. I stuck the vibrator up my ass and turned it on high. I began twisting in my ass and then pumping it in and out. I then resumed my position with my leg on the chair and put my two fingers in my cunt. I reached around with my other hand and started pumping the dildo in and out of my ass. I nearly fainted. I was in total ecstasy. I began rubbing my clit again and that just sent me over the edge. I had a mind blowing orgasm that lasted at least two minutes. After I calmed down I removed the dildo and my fingers. God I wanted to taste Laura's pussy so bad, but I had to settle for my own. I licked every bit of it off my fingers. I love the sweet taste of my own pussy juice and the scent just drives me crazy. Totally exhausted, I fell into bed and thought of what was going to happen the next time I see Laura. Laura I have been in a terrible traffic accident. I was waiting to cross an intersection, when a little kid shot out into the street from behind me. He was directly in the path of a car trying to beat the light. I jumped after the kid and pushed him as hard as I could. The car swerved, I was hit, and was knocked up and over the roof of the car. Not that I remember any of that. It’s been told to me numerous times since I’ve come out of the coma. It was holiday season when the accident occurred, but I’m told that Memorial Day is tomorrow. I find it hard to believe I was out that long. I have been healing as I slept. Most of the damage from the two broken legs and shattered hip I suffered has been repaired, and I now face months of therapy to walk again. I also managed to bust my skull, but they tell me I’m just as stupid as before. The staff here seems nice and I have my own room. It seems the driver of the car is paying the bill in full as part of his penance. I’m to meet the physical therapist today. I hope I can get off this liquid diet soon. There’s only so many bowls of broth you can drink before it wants to come back up. As I was flipping through the channels on the TV, I had a knock on the door and in walked a woman that wasn’t in a nurse’s uniform. She had mid-back length brown hair that was a bit wavy, big brown eyes and a huge smile. She immediately reminded me of Maryanne from Gilligan’s Island. “Hi! I’m Laura. I’m going to be your therapist for as long as it takes to get you on your feet again!” she said, full of enthusiasm. “Well, hello. I’m Eric,” I replied, as I extended my hand and was greeted with a strong, firm handshake. That’s something you don’t get from a woman very often. “Let’s get started right away! I asked Billy to bring a wheel chair… oh! Here he is now! Hi Billy!” she said as she high-fived him. Billy was an elderly black man. He wheeled the chair over to the bed. As he helped me into the chair, he said, “Watch out for her, Doc. She’ll steal your soul!” “Oh Billy,” she said, waving her hand at him. “Are you ready?” “I guess,” I replied. She grabbed the handles of the chair and said over her shoulder, “Thanks, Billy. I’ll take it from here!” “Remember what I told you, Doc!” shouted Billy as Laura took me to the elevator. “Don’t mind him, Eric. Sometimes he can be such a character! One time he told somebody that the appendix fairy was going to visit them over night. They caught him trying to put a lollypop under the person’s pillow,” she said, with a ‘can you believe it?’ tone of voice. “He sounds like a great guy to have around the patients,” I said looking back at her. As I still had my head turned, I realized that her perky tits were inches from my face. She looked down at me from above and smiled. I didn’t know if she was smiling because she was nice or because I was looking at her breasts. We reached the therapy room and she parked the wheel chair next to a bench by some workout equipment. She helped me over to the bench and then took off her sweatshirt to reveal a sports bra. Her breasts were mashed in them and her nipples were pronounced. I found it hard to look away. She removed her sweatpants to reveal a pair of spandex shorts. She had smooth looking calves and thighs of steel. “Okay,” she said, standing with her hands on her hips. “I want to teach you some warm-up moves before I start with the actual exercises. They are very important. Without them you could seriously hurt yourself and set your recovery back weeks.” I watched as she began a series of stretches and bends. Every time she moved, her body showed it’s well-honed condition. After she was done, she walked over to me and pulled me up off the bench. “Let’s give it a try,” she said. She stood behind me and wrapped an arm around my abdomen. She wrapped the other around my chest. Her touch was electric! I actually shivered under her touch. She noticed. “Am I hurting you?” she asked. “No, not at all.” “Okay, now let’s do this,” she said as she bent me over. She was leaning on my back and her breasts were pressed against me. It was almost impossible to ignore them. We progressed through the warm-ups. Her hands were always there to steady me. Somewhere alone the line, I started to get an erection. I still had baggy pants on, so it wasn’t very obvious. I tried to avoid contact with her in that area in any way I could. I succeeded until the final step. She and I were kneeling and she had me stand. She did not rise right away and got a face full of mini-me. I immediately turned away. She raised her leg to be still on one knee. “Eric, I need to check the muscles on your legs for impending cramps,” she said. “Please come back here,” she said, motioning with her hand. I walked back, but stood a bit off angle to her. “No, this way,” she said, as she twisted my hips so I was facing her directly, with my erection pointing at her face again. My sweats still managed to camouflage it a bit. She started to rub my calves and thighs firmly. “We need to make sure you are able to continue through the difficult exercises ahead before we continue.” As she worked on me, her head inadvertently hit mini-me several times. She said nothing and made no change in her ministrations on me to avoid it. I just played dumb. When she was done satisfying herself that I was ready to continue, she stood. As she raised herself, she dragged a hand from my calf, up my thigh, and over my erection. All she said was, “I think you’re ready.” >>>>>> The first workout was grueling. I don’t think anything ever hurt me that much before. By the time she took me back to the room, I had to ask for a pain shot. “No! No shot! The first couple days are always the roughest, Eric. Don’t give up on me. When your all better, I’ll probably want you to take me out dancing!” she said, patting me on the arm for encouragement. “Okay,” I said, as Billy took the chair. Before he made it to the door, he said, “Don’t do it, Doc, don’t even listen to her. You’ll fall under her spell.” Then he pointed a finger at me and said, “You mind what I tell you!” “Oh, Billy!” she said, as she chuckled and waved him off. “He really is a character! Today’s his ‘doom and gloom’ day.” She said, as she rested her hand on my thigh. I was really hurting, but that touch sent a bolt to my cock and sent it on a mission. Her hand crept a bit closer to my crotch as she raised the bed so I could look at her better. Her breasts were again covered in her sweatshirt, but I knew they were there, perky as ever. “I want you to get a good nights rest,” she said. “Make sure you eat your dinner and go to sleep early, okay?” As she said, “Okay,” she ran her hand from my thigh to my crotch. She stopped for a second and closed her hand around my erection. “You’re too exhausted for this, Eric,” she said, patted me on the head, and waved me goodbye. I watched her go as my heart and cock were thumping away. Today was the first time I had an erection since I woke. I got up, hobbled to the door and saw no imminent nursing visits coming. Dinner was still a half an hour off. I climbed back into bed and pulled the curtain to hide myself from the doorway. I pulled the covers up over me, stuck my hand in my pants, and started a good wank. “Hello! I Rae! I’m here to ask a few questions about your stay here! Oh! Do you want me to come back?” she asked, as I snapped my hands out from under the covers. “No! This is fine. What do you want to know?” I asked. So much for a wank. I tried again that night, but they keep coming in on you at all times of the night. No time was safe. I gave up. >>>>>> After a few weeks, I was able to stand on my own and walk a short distance with crutches. Laura was a real trooper, putting up with all kinds of emotional tantrums that came with my inability to improve faster. She was a rock that I could rely on for emotional support. She had a vitality that never seemed to wane. Everyone has at least one off day here and there, but not Laura. Her perky personality was contagious. As I got closer to the time I would be able to be released from the hospital, Laura intensified her therapy. Sometimes she was very forceful. Some might say she was even bossy. I didn’t mind; she was the reason that I was walking. Most of the sessions were the same. There were warm-ups, exercises, the cool down, and a rub down by Laura. Sometimes she did them as I was standing, getting poked in the eye for her effort by mini-me, or while I sat on the bench. She mostly smiled as she caught me staring at her breasts in her sports bra as she worked the muscles in my legs. At one point a few days later, she told me she no longer wanted to hear how much it hurt. “You have had the chance to get used to this! You must ignore the pain! Push it down! Bite your tongue and endure it! You’re a man! Suck it up!” she said, as I endeavored to finish the set. “The pain makes you strong! Ignoring it makes you a man!” During one extremely painful exercise, I must have grunted or something and I was rewarded with a “No!” and a slap across the face. I stopped my efforts and looked at her. She replied, “No pain! Now keep going!” I continued, making sure I didn’t make any sound that could be interpreted as pain. She kept a close watchful eye on me. When I finished, I pulled myself off the floor and sat on the bench. She stood looking at me with her hands on her hips. “What is the problem here? I want you to be able to do these exercises that I’ve chosen for you and feel no pain,” she said with her hands on her hips “I’m sorry, it hurts, Laura,” I said hanging my head and looking at the floor. She walked over to me and cradled my head in her hands. “I understand. I’ve the feeling that you’re trying, so I’ll take that into account. If I felt you weren’t, I’d drop you as a client and let some other therapist take you.” She kneeled in front of me and looked me in the eye. “Keep a strong mental outlook on this. Be strong, but do as I say. If you doubt me, then quit. There is no half way in this. You must abide by what I say, or hire someone else,” she said, as she stood. “I, … want to continue my therapy with you. I promise to try much harder to do as you tell me,” I said, looking into her deep brown eyes. “Fine. I’ll meet you here again tomorrow,” she said as she walked out of the room. My heart felt like it was going to break with her absence. I pulled myself up and started to walk back to my room. Billy was standing at the doorway. He looked at me and said, “You still have a chance, Doc. Hire someone else! You don’t need her. She’s all wrong for you.” “Billy, come on. You don’t need to keep this joke up anymore.” It was funny before, but not now. I like Laura. She has my best interests in mind.” “All I can tell you, Doc, is that you can still turn away.” I walked past Billy on my crutches and headed back to my room. >>>>>> Two days later, when I was several hours into my exercises, I pulled a muscle in my side and groaned. She pushed me to the floor on my hands and knees, pulled a strap out of her pocket, and slapped it across my back. “I told you no pain!” she said through gritted teeth. “What are you doing?” I started to ask. Slap! Slap! Slap! “Don’t talk back to me! Do what I tell you! Get back to your exercises and NO PAIN!” I did as I was told. As I was getting close to finishing, she pushed me onto my hands and knees. She slapped her hand hard across my back. It really stung. She put her face right next to mine and looked hard in my eyes. “Are those tears?” she asked. She hit me several more times. “NO PAIN!” she said. She leaned back into my face. She looked at me hard. I tried every means possible not to allow tears to appear even though her slaps stung like a bee sting. I did not tear. She grabbed my chin and slapped me with the strap across my back. She had her eyes locked on mine. I could feel the heat in my face from the pain, but I did not tear. She let go of my chin, and stood. I looked up at her. She was nodding her head. “Much better,” she kept repeating to herself. I felt as if a tremendous burden had been lifted from my shoulders. I stood and she snapped, “Did I tell you that you could get up?” I went right back down on all fours. She nodded her head. In the doorway, Billy was shaking his head. “Get out of here, Billy, you’re not needed here.” “Doc?” he asked, looking at me with a look that told me ‘All you have to do is ask’. I had an uneasy feeling going on inside of me. I wanted this woman’s approval, but for some reason, Billy’s presence was preventing me from giving myself to her. I hesitated. “Get out of here, Billy!” she said again. I did not move. Billy hung his head to the floor and waked away, shaking his head the whole way. “Ignore him. He’s senile,” she said, as she pulled me to my feet. I returned to my room and all I could think about was the exchange between Laura and Billy. I looked up and down the hallways for him, but I didn’t see him. I had him paged, but my phone didn’t ring. I supposed the he had gone home. Every time I thought of her, I had the picture of a little spitfire with perky breasts and desperately wanting her approval. >>>>>> The next day she didn’t come to work and I found that I was actually pissed that she didn’t. I took it out on anyone that came in the room or got within earshot. At one point I was standing in the doorway yelling at a nurse’s aid, when I noticed Billy across the hall. He was looking at me and shaking his head. >>>>>> The following day, she came into my room and stood with her arms folded. “What do you think you’re doing? Get out of bed! Get down to the therapy room, now!” I got up and headed to the door. As I entered the hallway, Billy was walking down the hall, pushing another patient. He was shaking his head and as he passed me, and said, “You didn’t listen to me. She’s got her claws in you now. She’s taking your very soul and you don’t even know it. I tried to warn you. God help you, Doc.” I didn’t care what Billy said. I was thrilled that Laura was there and I’d have the pleasure of her company for the next few hours. “Move it!” she said. I hurried as fast as I could, but she walked behind me poking her finger in a sore spot in the lower portion of my back. At one point I was close to turning on her. She must have picked up on that because she stopped poking me. When we entered the therapy room, she slapped me right across the face. Hard. She stood in front of me looking for tears. There were none. “Good,” she said. “Okay, let’s begin.” I went through the entire set. She stood in front of me, watching the entire time. It hurt. There were no tears, but it hurt! When I was done, I looked up and thought I saw her with her hand at her crotch. She straightened up and simply said, “You are doing better, but you still need to control the pain.” >>>>>> The next day, I was about through with my exercises. I had improved enough that she no longer needed to spot me for the tough ones. I almost wished I still needed her hands on my back or legs for support and encouragement. I missed her touch! I finished and stood in front of her. She looked at me for a moment and then walked over to me and gave me a hug. “I’m proud of you. You’ve really worked hard, but you still have so far to go. I signed for you’re release tomorrow,” she said, as one arm started to slide up and down my side. That was more than enough to get the ball rolling down below. Within seconds I was rock hard. She passed her hand over the tent in my pants a few times. “You know, some people find the combination of pain and pleasure to be very erotic,” she said, as she continued to caress the bulge in my sweats. But I don’t think you’ve earned more pleasure than this right now,” she said as she pulled away from me. Damn! I was close to cumming. Her hand had an awesome effect on me. I didn’t want her to stop, but how do you ask your therapist to come back and finish what she was doing? “I’ll see you tomorrow before you leave,” she said as she hung a towel over her shoulders and left the room. I walked back to my room as stealthily as I could. This hard-on was going nowhere and was easily visible to anyone the looked down. >>>>>> I was being released! I still needed a cane, but I was able to function on my own. Laura came to my room just as she said she would. “Now we can start thinking of a date to take me dancing!” she bubbled. I looked down at the cane and said, “I’m not sure if I can do that right now.” “Okay, I’ll take a rain-check on that. In the mean time, I want to see you twice a week until I’m satisfied you can dance. Make sure you do the exercises I taught you, twice on a daily basis.” “Okay. Where is the therapy place?” I asked. “My place,” she said, handing me a card. “Be there Monday at 5 pm.” “Okay, Laura. I don’t know how to thank you,” I said, putting the card in my pocket. “I’m sure I’ll think of something,” she said. Billy was standing at the door with the wheel chair to take me to the front exit. He was still shaking his head. As we got to the front door, he said, “You’ve got one chance left to save your soul Doc, don’t go.” “What’s with you, Billy? Of course I’m going to go. She’s my therapist.” As I entered the cab that was to take me home, I saw Billy look at me one last time, turn, and reenter the hospital. He was shaking his head the whole time. >>>>>> I arrived at my apartment. It was a ground floor, one bedroom type. My father made sure that the rent was paid while I was still in a coma. Since I woke, I was able to use my disability payments to pay him back. He met me there and made sure I was stocked up on groceries. When he left, I was alone for the first time in months. I sat back in my easy chair feeling glad I didn’t have to do the exercises if I didn’t want to. I’m the king of my own castle and if I don’t want to do the exercises, I won’t! Still, I found myself missing Laura’s presence. She could be a bit forceful, but I found our sessions stimulating. She made me want to walk right for her, not myself. The thought of her caressing my cock through my pants was still fresh in my mind. I thought of her sweet face and perky body and found myself rubbing my cock through my pants. As I said, there was no way to relieve an erection in the hospital. I couldn’t even go to the bathroom alone. Unfortunately for them, the orderlies had to change several sheets due to nocturnal emissions. I hadn’t had that happen since I was thirteen and my mother found them. Well, I was alone now. There would be no interruptions or prying eyes. I unzipped my pants and forced them down to my ankles. I leaned back and openly caressed myself for the first time in ages. As I closed my eyes, I began stroking myself with the vision of Laura in my mind. I knew she was a little spitfire under those baggy clothes she wore all the time. I had seen her I her tight spandex tops and bottoms several times now. I had the vision of her standing before me, rubbing her perky breasts with one hand and working her womanhood with the other. In my mind, we were putting a show on for each other. She held a tit close to her mouth and tried to lick it. The other hand had her womanhood pushed wide as the middle finger played with her clit. I was working up a good orgasm, as I stroked myself the way I liked best. I imagined her waiting for me to cum so she could release her own passion. I began to feel the tingle in my balls that signaled the end, I closed my eyes harder and envisioned her working in a frenzy between her legs. The first contraction hit. RING! I almost fell out of the chair! A perfectly good orgasm was ruined! Laura RING! I fumbled my way over to the phone. I started to pick it up, but I had to change hands because the other was still covered in spunk. RING! “Hello?” “Eric, are you doing your exercises?” came Laura’s voice. I cleared my throat, looking at my spunk-covered hand. “Yes, as a matter of fact…” “Do you think I’m stupid? You were jerking off. I bet you were thinking of me while you were doing it too, weren’t you?” How the hell did she know that? “Look Laura, I was doing my…” “Save it. I know what you were doing. I don’t like it when someone lies to me. I get very disappointed. You do NOT want to disappoint me! Now clean yourself up. You are NOT to pleasure yourself any more unless you have done your exercises! Now I want you do get on them until I call you and tell you that you can stop. Start NOW!” she said and hung up. I fell to the floor and started them. There are some portions of them that really hurt and I was tempted to stop. I didn’t dare. Laura knew what I was doing. It could have been a very lucky guess, but something told me it wasn’t. Time passed and I was at the most strenuous part of the entire series. I didn’t groan. I kept it to myself. I kept up with them until I felt exhausted. RING! I staggered to my feet and picked up the phone. “Hello.” “Good job. You kept the pain to yourself. That is the key to recovery. Soon you will be walking like it never happened. Now go take a shower, get something to eat and go to bed.” “When should I do them tomor…” “Did I say you could ask me a question?” “No, I was just wondering…” “Do what you were told to do!” “Okay,” I said. I hung up, got a shower, ate dinner, and went to bed. >>>>>> I had a dream. I dreamt that I was in a room without walls. I was being held in place by an unknown force. Laura was there with another man. Both were naked, with the exception of the man wearing a mask on his face and Laura was wearing spiked boots. He was held in place by chains on his wrists and had his arms stretched above his head. The chains led up to an unseen ceiling. She was holding a whip and laughing. The man had an enormous erection. He appeared to be bleeding on his arms and legs. He made no sound. She cracked the whip on his legs. He remained silent. “Very good! You have learned your lessons well. I am pleased by your progress. But you have failed to pleasure me properly.” She slapped him across the face, hard. Then she caressed it and in a soothing voice said, “But I will give you one more chance. Pleasure me and you will receive your wish.” The chains were lowered and he was set on the floor in a sitting position. Laura straddled his legs, squatted a bit, spread her womanhood with her hands, and pushed it into his face. The man worked his tongue and mouth in a furious pace. She was moving a bit to intensify the feeling. “Yes, yes. No! Come on, I know you can do it! Yes, like that. More! Yes, yes. NO! NO! Not like that! Like you were just doing! Yes, that’s right. Stop! Stop! You can’t do it!” she said as she backed away from him. The chains pulled him back to his feet. She slapped him hard again and then cradled his head in her hands. “I’m sorry, it’s not you. No ones ever been able to pleasure me. I was positive you could because you held so much promise. I can’t spend any more time with you. I have a new apprentice to work with.” The chain pulled the man off his feet and stopped when his enormous cock was in front of Laura’s face. She began stroking him. He began to whimper. “No, no, no. Shush, Shush,” she said, reaching up and placing a finger on his lips. “I’m just taking what’s mine. You could have kept it for yourself, but you failed to keep up your end of the bargain.” She continued to stroke him with a firm grip. “You can’t fight it. I want it.” She than covered his cock with her mouth and gently sucked him. His massive cock was sliding in and out of her mouth as he began to whimper again. She pulled her mouth off of him. “Please don’t torture yourself. There will be plenty of time for that,” she said, as she slipped his cock back between her lips. She stroked the portion of his cock that wouldn’t fit in her mouth in time with her hand. His butt muscles where twitching and he tried holding his breath several times. His balls were contracting and releasing with every up stroke of her mouth and hand. His whimpering became more frantic. She slid her mouth off his cock and continued to stoke him. She tilted her head, and placed her mouth just below his now purple-headed cock. “With your seed, I take your soul.” He started to shake and his seed pumped out into her waiting mouth. With each contraction of his balls, he convulsed and his head jerked. When his seed was spent, he hung motionless. I was sure the man was dead. Laura swallowed and smacked her lips. She let go of the dead man’s cock and turned to face me. Her eyes burned red. “Soon you will have your chance,” she said. >>>>>> I woke in a sweat. It was light out and I could hear traffic in the street. I got up, hobbled to the bathroom, and splashed water on my face. As I wiped the water away and looked in the mirror, I saw Laura standing behind me. I turned to look at her but she wasn’t there. I looked back in the mirror but she was no longer there either. I shook it off as part of the dream. I ate some cereal and read the paper. It was Sunday and it was close to noon. I decided to do the exercises and get them over with. I set my bowl in the sink and started with the warm-ups in the living room. It took me about two hours to complete the entire set. The pain was not as severe as the day before, but still strong enough to force me to bite my lip to keep it in. RING! I closed my eyes and sighed. I knew who it was. “Hello,” “Excellent work! I would like you to repeat them this evening at six. If you feel the need, you may masturbate. I will check on you later.” I fell into my chair and just relaxed. Jerking off was the last thing on my mind. I slept a dreamless sleep. >>>>>> I finished my second set of exercises around 7:50. It hurt more than this morning, but that was expected. I had some lingering pain and was headed to the medicine cabinet to get some aspirin. RING! “Hello,” “You don’t need aspirin. There is no pain.” I took a deep breath and said, “No pain.” “That’s right. You didn’t masturbate today. Why not?” I didn’t want to answer her, but I thought better of it. “I didn’t feel like it.” “I see. Do you feel like it now?” “I’m not sure, Laura.” “If you wish to masturbate, please feel free. I am,” she said, as I heard a faint squishing sound before the phone disconnected. I had to admit, the idea of a good wank sounded good. Yesterdays had been a bust. I dropped my pants and flopped in the lazy chair. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started to stroke it. I conjured up Laura again. She was about 3 feet away, seated in a chair. She had her legs thrown over the arms of the chair, leaving her legs spread wide. This time, her eyes were closed, and she was working hard on her womanhood. The vision seemed so real. It was as vivid as if it were happening right in front of me. She opened her eyes and appeared to be watching me stroke my cock. Her hands were sliding over her womanhood and inserting into her. I could smell her scent. Her breath was coming in short bursts and she increased the speed. I was so aroused, that my cock was already thumping hard and I could feel the beginning of a massive orgasm churning in my balls. In between gasps of air, she said, “Are you ready, Eric? I’m almost there. Cum on me. NOW!” I spewed a rope of spunk that hit her square in the chest. A low groan came from her throat as she snapped her head back and then bellowed. The floor shook. My spunk continued to fly and hit her chest and arms. As my balls finished contracting, the vision faded. I opened my eyes and saw that one of my spunk missiles had hit the TV, nearly 8 feet away. I had made an awful mess. RING! “Hello,” “I hope yours felt as good as mine.” >>>>>> Monday morning found me going through my sets early. I wanted to get them out of the way and visit a friend before I went to Laura’s place. I found that I had completed them in an hour and forty minutes. I was getting better at them. I also noticed that although there was still pain, it didn’t bother me as much. After I showered and changed, I hobbled my way to the bus and managed to get on myself. >>>>>> It was nearly 4:00 and I was still talking with my friend. RING! My friend stopped to answer it. After a moment, he handed it to me. “You haven’t forgotten your appointment, have you, Eric?” “No, Laura, I was just leaving.” “See you soon,” she said and hung up. I hung up the phone and looked at my friend. He was looking at me too. “I have no idea how she got your number,” I said. >>>>>> Her house was at the edge of town in and older neighborhood. Most of the homes were built before World War II and were built with stone and masonry rather than wood and siding. I reached her address at 4:55. The front yard was entirely fenced in and was overgrown with weeds. There were several old cement lawn pieces and birdbaths that had been toppled or broken lying about. ‘What a mess! She should really look into lawn care.’ I thought to myself. I waded my way to the front door and it opened before I could knock. “I like my yard the way it is,” Laura said, as she stepped aside and allowed me to enter. Her house was sparsely furnished. A chair here and a small table there and that was it. I could see out to the kitchen and it looked like it had never been used. There was a hallway that undoubtedly let to the bedrooms and bathroom. Just before the entrance to the kitchen there was a door. She walked over to it and opened it. “My therapy area is in I here. This is where I spend most of my time. This session could be a long one. If need be, I’ll arrange a cab to take you home.” She stood by the doorway and waved me in. “’Come into my parlor,’ said the spider to the fly,” she said, and started to laugh. That laugh sent chills down my back. I wanted to turn to leave, but I felt as if I was being drawn to the doorway. I walked through it and she followed, closing the door behind us. >>>>>> I was standing in the room that I had dreamt about. There were no walls or ceiling that I could see. It was dark except were Laura and I were standing. “Where are we?” I asked. “I told you. This is my therapy room,” she said. “From now on, don’t say anything unless I tell you to.” “Why?” That question was answered with her hand across my face. SLAP! “What are…” SLAP! “Don’t do that!” I said, as I tried to block the next blow, but I was too slow. SLAP! I decided to keep my mouth shut for the moment. I turned and searched for the door. I couldn’t find it. Laura didn’t move as I searched; she just stood watching me with her hands on her hips. It soon became obvious that I wasn’t going to find the door, so I went back and stood in front of her. “As you can see, you’re not going anywhere, at least not yet. We are going to settle a few things here tonight. You can cooperate or we can do it the hard way. But first, I want to have you do your exercises as I watch. Take off your clothes and begin.” “Take off my…” SLAP! SLAP! I took off my clothes and began the sets. She circled me as I went through all the motions. During one set that I have to do lying on my stomach, I noticed that the sound of her shoes hitting the floor changed. I looked up and found that she wasn’t wearing anything except tall boots with six inch spiked heels. She indeed had a very perky set of tits. ‘Why the boots?’ I wondered to myself. She stomped me hard on my back with one of her heels. “That’s why!” she said. Shit that hurt. “No pain! Put it far down in your mind. Ignore it!” I forced the pain far down inside me. She kicked me twice more. That brought the pain right back into focus. “NO PAIN!” she said. I fought it. My will pushed it far back from my consciousness. She kicked me with the heel of her boot again. I barley felt it. “Good, very good, Eric. You can now stop your exercises.” I sat up on the floor and crossed my legs in front of me. The floor felt warm. I looked up at Laura, who was only a few feet from me, and had a perfect view of her womanhood. Her perky tits loomed above. “You like what you see. That pleases me. You will find that pleasing me has its rewards. Displeasing me brings swift punishment.” She knelt down beside me and began caressing my arms and shoulders. She licked my ear and sucked on my earlobe. She ran her hands over my back and chest. She gently caressed the areas where she had kicked me. She laid me back on the floor and ran her hand over my cock. It immediately responded. I know I left you in a bit of unfulfilled pleasure the other day, but you must earn your pleasure. She touched and tickled the head of my cock, paying the most attention to the sensitive spot just under the head. This had the effect of causing me to twitch ever few seconds. She laughed a little and changed to lightly stroking my balls. It felt so good! Her fingers started to wander over the staff of my cock. They slid up and down in a slow deliberate pace while turning her hand over and over as it moved. I wanted to feel her breasts, but I didn’t want her to stop what she was doing and punish me. “You can touch me, if you want,” she said. I ran my hand from her tight thighs, up her firm stomach until I reached her breasts. They were surprisingly soft for all their perkiness. She looked at my hand and smiled. She smiled! Her hand changed pace again and was now stroking me with a firm grip. She meant business now. She looked at my cock as her ministrations produced a spunk missile that shot 4 feet in the air. The following ropes of seed didn’t match the first, but they were still impressive. She held my cock until my passion was spent. Then she kissed me on the cheek and stood. “That was your reward for pleasing me. The more you please me, the greater the reward.” There was a pause and then she held her hand out to me. I took it and she pulled me to my feet. “It’s time to move on to the second part of your therapy,” she said motioning to a table that had appeared out of nowhere. It was slanted so a person could lean up against it. I got the impression that I was to do just that. As I leaned against it, an unseen force secured my arms and legs. She stood before me with a cat-of-nine-tails. “You’ve done well repressing pain. You still need more work, but you have progressed far quicker than I would have believed. We are going to start working on repressing it with you using minimal effort. When you are able to repress it without even giving it a second thought, we will move on to the third part of the therapy.” She walked around the table a few times and then kicked me in the groin. White-hot pain ripped through me. I pushed it down as far as I could. Still, I couldn’t suppress all of it. She slashed my legs with the tails. More pain to suppress. I pushed it down. She slapped me across the face, kicked me in the stomach and hit again with the tails. She took a few steps back, and watched me. I had repressed the pain to the point that the only thing that I still felt was my groin. “Get rid of it all! NO PAIN!” she said, as she punched me in the stomach. Again she stood and watched me. I pushed with all my will and forced it to fade. She dropped the tails and walked up to me. I was still held in place. She ran her hands from my face down to cock and back up again. “You are doing very well, Eric. It may not take long to move on to the third step. Still, we have some work to do.” She kissed me on the mouth and her tongue felt like it could snake down my throat if she wanted it to. She finally stepped back and punched me right in the jaw. “Time to go back to work!” She assaulted me over and over. I was hit, kicked, bit and slashed. This onslaught must have lasted at least an hour. She finally stopped and stood back to watch me. I felt no pain. She smiled at me. “I think you’ve finished stage two. I’ve never had someone finish it so quickly. I believe now would be a good time for you to rest a bit,” she said, and the force holding me to the table released me. I started to slump, but she caught me, and helped me sit on the floor. Once down I flopped on my back. Laura sat next to me, caressing my face and chest. “You can sleep if you want. Or, if you wish, we can talk.” I wasn’t sure if this was a test or not. I looked at her and said nothing. “Go ahead, you can speak now,” she said, still caressing me. “May I ask you a question?” “Yes, anything you want. I may not be able to answer you though.” “Why are you doing this to me? I’m sure it has nothing to do with walking,” I asked, half expecting to get slapped. “I can’t answer that right now,” she said. “Are you doing this to give yourself pleasure?” “No. I do it to others for that. I have something else in mind for you.” “What would that be?” “I can’t answer that right now.” Her hand had started to move lower onto my abdomen as we talked. My cock started to swell with her caresses inches away. She noticed and said, “I suppose you’re not as tired as I thought.” She ran her hand over my cock and balls and started to stroke me. “You like that, don’t you?” “Yes,” I replied. Laura leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. Oh, it felt so good. Her mouth was like a wet warm sanctuary for my cock. Her mouth and throat acted like a velvet glove as her lips slid up and down my shaft. Oh, what a feeling! Her fingers ran lightly over my balls as her mouth continued its velvet therapy on me. She used her free hand to circle the base of my cock and apply pressure, causing the skin on my cock to become tight. Her lips slowly went to the head and then back down, over and over. Each time I felt my balls twitch a bit. She tightened her hold on my cock, held my balls and slid her lips all the way down to the base of my cock. I felt her throat muscles relax to allow my cock to pass beyond the back of her mouth. I felt her using her throat to massage my cock. That was all I could take. “Look out!” She stayed right where she was and swallowed every ounce of my spunk. When I began to shrink, she raised her head off of me and my cock plopped out of her mouth. “As you can tell, you have really pleased me with your progress. I haven’t been this pleased in a long time. Now, do you have any other questions?” “Just one. Will I ever leave here?” “Oh, yes,” she replied. “Now remain silent.” She stood and pulled me up. She was strong for a little thing. “Simon says raise your arms!” She raised her arms high over her head as she said it, and I did the same. I was grabbed by a force and lifted off the floor. “The third part of your therapy is to feel no pain at all.” A whip was now in her hand. She snapped it a few times to get my attention. She wasted no time and began whipping me. She struck my legs, back and chest. At first I had to force the pain away. She paused and stepped back. “I know this is difficult, but it is necessary.” She resumed her strikes with precision. I was beginning to feel no pain. She stopped and said, “Good. Let’s start over.” She passed her hands over me and all the wounds were healed. She stepped back and began again. I felt nothing. She must have struck me thirty times. Flesh was being ripped from me, but I felt nothing. Again she paused. She was out of breath from the whipping she had given me. She took a step forward and kicked me in the balls. There was no pain. She stood there waiting for me to lose control, but it didn’t happen. She dropped the whip and ran her hands over me, healing me again. The force released me and I dropped to the floor. Laura “You have really amazed me. No one has reached the level of pain resistance that you have. I finally have chosen well. It is time that we come to an agreement. I have only gotten this far with a few apprentices. I make them all the same offer. Are you interested?” I thought about it a minute and then nodded my head. “I have been waiting for a man to come along that can please me. At the beginning, most didn’t get passed the first few seconds from the pain they endure. The few impervious to pain couldn’t succeed in pleasuring me. I have been searching for a very long time. Here is my proposition, if you can pleasure me, you can have anything you wish, no matter what or how bazaar. If, over a period of time, you fail, I will take your soul. Think before you answer. As of right now, you can back out and leave from here. The moment you touch me, the agreement is sealed. Now that the deal is on the table, you may ask questions.” “Are you Satan?” “No. I am one of many that fell with him.” “So you’re a demon?” “No, I am an angle that fell from the grace of God.” “Why is it that Billy could see you for what you really are?” “Billy and I go way back.” “I’m not following you.” She started pointing a finger straight up. “Billy is one of His. We all know each other. Before the revolt, we all were friends serving the same Boss. Billy’s assignment is to try and save the poor souls that I try to take when I’m on the prowl. That high five you saw was our ‘Let’s get ready to rumble’ sign. He is mighty good at what he does. I’ve lost more than I’ve gotten with him.” “Why are you seeking sexual pleasure with a human? I would think that another such as yourself would want to give it a go.” “It is a very long story, but trust me. We can’t. He made sure we didn’t have too much fun down there when we were kicked out. So, we have to turn to humans for it. Any sexual activity with us,” she pointed to her pussy, “causes excruciating pain to the human. That’s why I’ve been putting you through this. I need you to be tough and disciplined. I was short with you at the beginning because I needed your complete cooperation.” “What are you really like?” I asked. “I don’t like torturing people, if that’s what you mean. I’d rather be dancing. Unfortunately, it’s part of the job description.” “Is this what you really look like?” I asked. “Yes, this is me,” she said, looking at herself. “I can wish for anything and it will happen, no matter what?” “Yes.” she replied. “Please choose wisely. I kind of like you and I don’t want to see you go to Hell because you didn’t give it much thought.” “I’ll do it,” I replied. “So be it. How do you wish to proceed?” “What do you like, sexually?” I asked. “I’m not sure. No one has really gotten my full attention yet. Rather then explaining it let me show you.” She toughed my head and it was flooded with images of sexual activity over the ages. When she was through, I still had the memory of the incidents. Almost all of them were images of men wreathing in pain and perishing. There were a few that were able to withstand the pain. Those tried everything you could think of to satisfy her. I knew there had to be something they were missing. While I was thinking, a huge bed appeared. Laura was testing the springs as I thought. I realized something. It was so simple. Thousands of men never thought of this. I knew it had to be her weakness. “Laura, I have to ask you a question.” “Sure, go ahead.” “Can I add a few stipulations to the agreement?” “I’ve never done that before. What do you want?” “I would like you to stop reading my mind.” “No problem,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Could you give me the ability to make things appear and disappear like you do?” “That might be bending the rules a little,” she replied. “Don’t worry, I won’t make elephants appear.” “Okay, I’ll let you do it once.” “The last thing I need to ask is the most important.” I had her complete attention. “I want you to cease using all your non human abilities while I’m attempting this.” “Why?” “I feel that I need this to make it work.” I felt as if she was thinking about searching my mind to find out what I was thinking, but I suppose she was bound by the agreement. “Okay, Eric. I agree.” I took a deep breath, hoping that I was right and climbed in bed with her. I laid next to her in the bed. She reached down and started to play with me. “I see you like this,” she said, coaxing me to full erection. I ran my hand over her breasts down to her womanhood and she moaned a bit. “I always liked to be caressed,” she said. “But it doesn’t lead anywhere.” Her hand had worked me into full readiness. “Well, what do you want to try first?” she asked. “This,” I said. I slapped her across the face as hard as I could. Suddenly she found her arms outstretched and restrained. She had a wide-eyed look on her face. “What are you doing…”? SLAP! She started kicking at me. I forced her legs apart and placed my cock at her pussy. She was struggling and I pinched her. “OWWWW!” “Take this bitch!” I said, and slammed my cock in her as hard as I could. She had done her job well. There was no pain. “Stop!” she said. I started pounding her as fast as I could. She was still trying to use her legs to get me off of her. I wrapped my arms behind her knees and pulled her legs up high. I hammered her as hard as I could. She seemed to stop protesting. “Come on, bitch, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” She had a look of bewilderment on her face. She started bucking her hips. She was making low groaning noises. Her eyes were now fixed on mine and she had a look of determination on her face. Her hips were pounding me as my cock slammed into her. “I…don’t…believe…it,” she said between poundings. She stopped moving. Time slowed almost to a stop. I continued to plow away at her, but in slow motion. She tilted her head back as far as it could go and released a roar like a hundred lions at the same time. It was ear splitting and it rocked the bed. The muscles in her womanhood were so strong that I was certain that she would severe my cock. I came in her as her climax faded. I still had my arms under her legs and was breathing heavily when she looked back at me. She had a grin on her face like the Cheshire cat. “How did you know?” she asked, trying to catch her breath. “It was an educated guess,” I said, as I released her legs and rolled off of her. The bindings on her arms disappeared. She sat up on the bed. “I still don’t believe it. I’ve finally been pleased and it was great! Thank you very much, Eric. Now I believe the boss owes you one wish. What would that be?” I closed my eyes and formed the wish in my head. >>>>>> We were no longer in the endless room. We were in the kitchen pantry. I opened the door and both of went out to her living room. “Well, are you going to tell me what you wished for?” she asked, still happy as a clam. “Read my mind and find out.” A puzzled look came over her face. “I can’t.” “Hum,” I said. “Try making something appear.” The puzzled look grew more profound. “I can’t!” “I guess I got my wish,” I said. “What was it?” she asked a bit alarmed. “I wished that you were human.” I reached out and pinched her. “Ow! Why did you make me human?” “Because I think somebody needs some pain therapy,” I said with a wicked grin. “Oh shit!” she said, as she ran into the bedroom. “NO PAIN!” I said, following her. Laura Authors Note: This is an edited version of this story. It was originally posted in error without even a proof read. I would like to thank my editor for all her help and the extra effort she put in to make me look good. So thank you Adetaildiva. Also, I had a friend read it to see why the initial votes were so low besides the obvious spelling and grammatical errors. The only thing she had a problem with was the harshness of the ending. I've softened it. I would like to thank her again but she is no longer with us. Happy reading and please comment whether you like the story or not. I can only grow as a writer if my readers let me know what I'm doing wrong. TxRad * Laura would be forty in a few days. The fact that her husband of twenty-two years just walked out the door with a suitcase in his hand had nothing to do with her age. The age of his twenty-three-year-old secretary had more to do with it than anything. Laura sat in the middle of the living room floor and thought about suicide. Then she threw back her head and laughed. Just why should she give the asshole the satisfaction, flashed through her brain, clearing her head. Slowly, she lay back, flat on the floor, and stared up at the flat, white ceiling. Her mind was pacing like a caged animal but she was strangely calm. That's when she realized that she hadn't shed a single tear. This both surprised and shocked her. After twenty-two years, there should be something to cry about, she thought sharply. Then the realization that she really didn't feel anything one way or the other flooded her mind and a single tear coursed slowly down her cheek. That says a whole lot about my life, doesn't it, she thought, angry with herself. What made her angry was the question of what the hell that little twenty-two-year-old had that she didn't? Laura lifted her hands and brushed them across the front of her silk blouse, barely grazing the tips of her nipples. As always, her nipples jumped to attention and a tingle coursed through her small breasts. Her breasts might be small but they were just as firm and sensitive as they had been when she was a teenager. She brushed her fingertips over the hard pebbles again and felt herself shiver as the tingling spread. She teased her nipples a moment longer and then moved her hands down to caress her stomach. Well, laying down it was flat, she thought. It was softer than it had been all those years ago but it was still fairly firm and, except for the little soft swell below her navel, it wasn't in bad shape. "Hell, let the little secretary have three kids and see how her tummy looked afterwards," Laura said out loud. She sighed and moved her hands back up to caress her breasts again. Damn, that felt good. How long had it been since he'd done that? Six months, maybe eight. Not since the new secretary had come to work at his office. Laura unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and slipped her right hand under the satiny cloth to caress her bare left breast directly. A soft whimpering moan escaped her lips as she pinched the hard bud where it was perched on the puffy cone of her areola. Damn, she hadn't realized how horny she was until this very second. She had felt this subtle, almost itchy, feeling for nearly a month now and it suddenly dawned on her what it was - she was horny as hell. That's easy enough to take care of, she thought as her hands caressed their way down along her body. She avoided coming close to her sex and ended up with her hands flat on top of her upper thighs. She lightly stroked her thighs through the thin material of her long skirt. She flexed her hips up and back, feeling the strap on her thong rubbing in the cleft of her ass and pulling tighter against her mound and sex. A shiver ran up and down her spine as she slowly gathered the skirt up with her hands, feeling it slide slowly up her legs. As the hem passed her knees, she flexed her hips again, the back of the thong riding deeper into the cleft of her ass. The hem of the skirt caused a tickling sensation along the tops of her thighs as it slowly moved along. Why weren't people made with four hands, she wondered, one set to caress her breasts, one hand for her clit, and one to tease and stroke her opening? It would feel so good. A little quiver ran up and down her body at the thought. With the skirt bunched up around her waist, she could feel the air conditioning on her hips and thighs and the dampness of her thong. She shifted her thighs, clenching and unclenching, marveling at her own wetness. It never ceased to amaze her how quickly she could get so wet once she got started. Getting started, now that had been the problem, well, it wasn't a problem at the moment. As she lay there, suddenly her mind asked, just what the hell she thought she was doing. Laura started to get up but quickly changed her mind. Why should she get up? Why shouldn't she lay here and…? Her mind shied away from the rest of the thought. She forced herself to think the word - masturbate. It was her body and she could do with it, as she wanted. After all, who was there to say different. Who was there to care? Throughout her childhood and marriage, she had held on to the idea that sex was a special and wonderful thing shared by two special and wonderful people. Well, that theory was sure shot to hell and back, wasn't it, she thought sharply? One special and wonderful person would have to do, wouldn't it? Laura hooked her thumbs in the waist straps of the thong and slipped it down, raising her hips as she did. When she had the waistband down around her thighs, she lowered her hips and lifted her legs, pulling her knees up toward her chest. As she pulled the thong off, she felt the strap in the back slipping out from between the cheeks of her ass and pull wetly away from her sex. This made her tremble and take a deep shuddery breath. Her mind was showing her what she looked like laying there on the floor baring her sex and ass so blatantly. It was sexy and sensuous on the one hand, and somehow very nasty on the other. She left the thong hanging from one ankle as she stretched her legs back out, held them off the floor, and spread them as wide as they would go. She gasped softly when she felt the cool air on her hot sex and ass. She left her legs spread wide and pulled her knees back toward her chest, reveling in her obscene display. Her eyes flicked to the windows and then to the front door. What if someone should walk in or see her? She took a sharp, shuddering breath at that thought, but she kept her legs where they were. Laura's hands caressed the backs of her thighs, feeling the tightness of the muscles and then wandered down over the rock hard cheeks of her ass. She suddenly slapped first one cheek and then the other, gasping at the sharp stinging pain. She slapped each cheek, hard, another half dozen times. When she ran her hands over her ass again, it felt hot and the spot she had slapped tingled. She wondered if her ass was red and then laughed at the absurd thought of spanking herself as a punishment. Punishment for what, she wondered for a second. Anyway, it felt good in a kinky sort of way. She slapped each cheek again even harder than before. Her hands came back up to tease her hard nipples for a moment and then she unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse and caressed her breasts slowly and lightly. The tingle in her breasts came back even stronger than before. Her nipples ached to be sucked, which wasn't going to happen, so she pinched and pulled on them. It wasn't the same but it still felt good. She moaned softly as she rolled both nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. When she felt her hips flex of their own accord, she moved one hand slowly down across her stomach to brush lightly at the short, soft V of hair on her mound. Teasingly she traced the outline of the V with a touch so light that it almost tickled. She moved her hand slightly lower and trailed her long nails down one smoothly shaven outer lip and then back up the other. Her hips trembled at the light teasing touch. She felt a deep stirring within her sex as the thin inner lips expanded and opened. She tightened her pelvic muscles and squeezed, feeling the tingle in her vagina increase. She lowered her feet to the carpet, close to her ass and spread her knees wide, stretching herself open even farther. Her nails continued to tickle and tease her outer lips, as she wondered if she should go get her vibrator. She didn't feel like getting up and breaking the mood. Anyway, she didn't think it would take her long to climax, even using just her fingers. Just the thought of her fingers deep in her pussy made her inner muscles clench and her hips quiver in anticipation. With a soft sigh, Laura slipped her middle finger into the top of her slit and circled her hard clit with her nail. She let out a small huff at the sharp jolt that shot through her pussy. It wouldn't take long at all, she thought as her hips rose up slightly. Not wanting to come too quickly, she rubbed her finger slowly up and down along her moist slit but now avoided her clit. She spent a moment teasing her wet opening with her nail and fingertip. Oh, it felt so good. Moving her finger lower, she tickled the tight bud of her anus. She sighed deeply at the pleasure that gave her. She had never been a big fan of anal sex but that was because her husband had always been in such a hurry. He seemed to always make it hurt, worrying only about himself and not her. She had used her vibrator on her own ass several times and had marveled at how good it felt. Again, she wished for the vibrator but decided to settle for a finger instead. She dipped her finger into her hot, sopping wet vagina and then returned it to the puckered opening to spread the slippery fluid over it. She made one more trip to the well, so to speak, and then pressed her fingertip to the tight opening of her anus. She whimpered and then moaned softly as her finger slowly slipped inside. Oh God, that felt so very good. Why couldn't her husband have had a little more patience and understanding? If he had, then he would probably have still been here with a woman instead of off chasing some dumb, blonde, giggly girl. Laura moved her finger in and out slowly, going deeper each time. After a moment or two, she moaned softly and brought her other hand down to tease her clit. She rubbed a finger up and down on each side of the hard bud, squeezing it gently between them. The orgasm was sudden and sharp. Laura's fingers only hesitated for a second before they returned to the business at hand. Her fingers moved slowly and the orgasm went on and on at a slightly lower level. Her body shook slightly and her hips flexed up and back, driving the finger even deeper into her ass. She could feel the muscles of her asshole gripping and releasing the finger as she came. It was an awesome and intense feeling. As the orgasm slowly tapered off to just a light trembling, Laura held her fingers still and lingered in the soft afterglow. Her mind was sharply focused on her body and it took a moment to realize that someone was standing in the front doorway. She jerked her hands away from her sex and then returned them to cover it as she tried to sit up. She groaned softly as she did so. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude," Carol, her neighbor and best friend, whispered as she backed up and shut the door. Laura pulled her skirt down and the blouse together. The door popped back open and Carol's head appeared. "Uh, is there a problem? I saw John leave with a bag and figured he was going on one of his quickie business trips. Did he leave too quickly to take care of things right or were you just having a little extra fun? I was going to invite you on a little girl's night out fun but you seemed to be having more fun all by yourself." "Come on in, Carol, before you let all the flies out. John didn't leave on a business trip; he just left, as in a new place to live," Laura said softly with no emotion at all. "What?" Carol said as she came in and shut the door. "Then what's with the self gratification in the middle of the living room floor? You should be ranting and raving, throwing things, and cussing him for all you're worth." Laura shook her head and shrugged. "I just can't seem to find any emotion left to put into it. I was thinking about suicide but decided to masturbate instead. I figured it would be more productive in the long run. Anyway, it would have given him too much satisfaction, not to mention the money from my life insurance, if I killed myself." Carol just stood there looking at her friend, not knowing what to say. Laura chuckled dryly and said, "Don't worry about it, I feel much better now. I'd have felt a hell of a lot better if I'd had my toy or if you had waited a while longer to show up. I have a lot of orgasms to catch up on after about eight months without one." "What?" Carol said again. Laura laughed and said, "Girlfriend, you need to work on that, you're starting to repeat yourself. He's been fucking his little twenty-three-year-old secretary for at least six months of that." "What?" Carol said and then added, "Shit!" Then she took a deep breath and asked, "When did you find out about it?" "When I came home from work to find him packing a bag, he told me all about it," Laura replied. "Although, I've had an idea that something had been going on for a while now. You know: the phone calls, the late meetings, the lipstick on his collar, the usual stuff." "You're way too calm about this," Carol said softly, "You're almost scary, the way you're sitting there half naked, discussing this like it's nothing. I'd be having a screaming, crying fit if it was me." "Why?" Laura asked. "It wouldn't do any good and anyway, the marriage has been dead for way longer than I want to admit to. I haven't felt anything real for him in a long time. He killed anything and everything we had a little at a time over the last four or five years." "How did he do that? Why did he do that would be a better question," Carol said as she sat down in the chair closest to Laura. Laura shrugged and said, "The why I don't have any idea about but the how is very simple. He grew cold and distant; he was wrapped up in his work and nothing else. I became someone he knew, not someone he loved and…." She let the sentence trail off. "What are you going to do now?" Carol asked in a sympathetic whisper. Laura sat there thinking for a moment and then grinned as she replied, "I think I'll go up stairs, strip off naked, get my toy out, and fuck my own brains out, since no one else seems to want to. For starters anyway." Carol just sat there looking at her, a shocked look on her face. Laura laughed and asked, "Want to join me for a real girl's night in? I've never tried it, but right now I'm game for almost anything." Carol blushed deeply under Laura's stare. "Are you serious?" Carol asked softly. Without even thinking about it, Laura replied, "Why the hell not? Maybe I'll have better luck as a lesbian than I'm having now." "You'd be bi, like I am, not a lesbian," Carol whispered as she moved from the chair to the floor, next to Laura. Now it was Laura's turn to have a shocked look on her face. Carol chuckled and leaned forward to softly brush her lips over Laura's. Laura jerked back. Carol smiled, and whispered, "You're very beautiful and sexy. I've had fantasies about you and me together for years." "What?" Laura said sharply. Carol laughed and said, "Now, don't you start that, it was bad enough when I was doing it." "I never ever even considered… I mean… you're married. What does your husband think of…?" Laura whispered in confusion. Carol laughed and replied, "He doesn't have a problem with it, especially when I tie him to a chair and let him watch." Laura opened her mouth to say, "What," but caught herself. Carol caught it also and chuckled as she leaned over and brushed her lips over Laura's once again. Laura didn't jerk back this time, so Carol kissed her gently. After a moment, Carol raised her hand and brushed the back of her fingers over Laura's hard nipple. Laura jerked and then moaned softly as Carol brushed the nipple again. You're a horny little devil, aren't you? Carol thought to herself as she slipped her hand inside Laura's blouse to caress her breast. Laura moaned softly again and pressed her breast more firmly to Carol's hand. This is almost too easy, Carol thought as she kissed Laura more forcefully. All I have to do is take it easy and not scare her, was her next thought. Laura's mind was in a whirl. One part wanted to push Carol away and to tell her that she wasn't that way. Another part marveled at the way she was being kissed and caressed, so soft and sweetly, yet so knowingly and persuasively. It was the way Laura had always wanted to be kissed and caressed, as she would do it herself, if she could. She felt a shiver run up her spine as she heard herself moan into Carol's mouth as she surrendered to the feelings. Carol eased Laura back until she was once again flat on the floor. The kiss was growing more and more passionate by the second. Carol paused in caressing Laura's breast long enough to unbutton her own blouse. When she had it open, she eased Laura's right hand up and pressed it to her breast. Laura whimpered softly and caressed Carol's full, firm globe with a light feathery touch. Carol shuddered and kissed Laura even deeper as she went back to teasing Laura's hard nipple. Laura felt her head spinning in a dizzying whirl. The kiss was sending shivers up and down her spine, as was the sensations from her breast and nipple. Her hand exploring Carol's breast seemed strange but then again, it felt exciting at the same time. She wondered how it felt to Carol. Experimenting, she rolled Carol's long, hard nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Carol quivered, moaned softly, and returned the favor, which caused Laura to moan loudly. Carol broke the kiss and sat up suddenly to remove her blouse. Then she moved around until she was above Laura's head. Moving forward, she leaned over farther and kissed Laura from this position, for a moment, before moving on down to lick and then suck on her right nipple. Laura groaned and then moaned deeply, pressing the breast tightly to Carol's mouth. Carol shifted her upper body around until she felt her nipple brush across Laura's lips. Laura didn't need a second hint as she sucked the nipple between her lips and flicked at it with the tip of her tongue. Carol's nipple was three times the size of her own, but from the sounds Carol was making, it was just as sensitive. Laura swirling her tongue around the fingertip-sized bud, caused Carol to moan even louder. This excited Laura, knowing that she was giving Carol as much pleasure as she was receiving. She raised her hand to the other breast and tweaked the nipple lightly. Carol gave out with a whimper and did the same thing to Laura. This is even better than any of my fantasies, Carol thought to herself, happy with the way Laura was responding. She released the nipple she was sucking and moved to the other. She licked and teased it until Laura moaned loudly around the nipple she was sucking and licking. Only then did Carol suck it between her lips. Laura moaned even louder and intensified her attention to Carol's nipples. Carol could see Laura's hips flexing subtly under her dress and knew it was time to move on. She wondered just how far Laura would go before she chickened out. There was only one way to find out. Laura Carol kissed her way down Laura's ribs and then out onto the smooth, soft plane of her belly. Laura had whimpered softly when Carol pulled her nipple out of her mouth, but now she felt her warm, slippery tongue flick teasingly across and around her belly button. Laura was getting bolder it seemed. Carol did the same to Laura as she used one hand to pull her skirt up. Flashes of the sights she had seen earlier, when Laura had been masturbating, floated across her mind. She licked her lips and moved lower to trace the V of hair on Laura's mound. Laura's hips jerked and then quivered at the warm, soft touch. Carol shifted her hips from side to side, spreading her knees wider apart; trying to get the A-line skirt she had on to slide up. She didn't have any panties on, thank goodness. She didn't think Laura would have the nerve to lick her back, but you never knew. The thought of Laura licking her clit made Carol shake harder than the thought of her licking Laura's clit. When she felt Laura's tongue on her inner thigh, Carol groaned deeply and moved down to trace the outline of Laura's very wet slit with the tip of her tongue. She wondered briefly, if the wetness was from what she was doing or from earlier. It didn't matter, her fantasy was about to come true, one-way or the other. Laura felt like she was in a dream, her mind just floating on a sea of sensations. Carol licking her belly had tickled in a sexy, sensuous way but then she had lightly licked the V on her mound and Laura had nearly came. Now, with Carol's tongue tracing her sex, Laura's body was tense and quivery, waiting for Carol's tongue to touch her center. When it did, Laura knew she would explode in a tremendous, world-shaking orgasm. She was nearly there now. She licked timidly at Carol's inner thigh again, hoping she would go ahead and do it, to push her over the edge. Carol sensed where Laura was and grinned to herself as she moved her head and softly licked at Laura's inner thigh. Laura whimpered softly and flexed her hips up and to the side, trying to get Carol back to the right spot. Carol again licked along her inner thigh, almost to her sex and then stopped. Laura moaned and then whimpered again, her hips moving around in search of Carol's tongue. Carol just waited. Laura felt frustrated for a second, as Carol didn't get the right idea. Then before she let herself think about it, she raised her head and flicked the tip of her tongue against the swollen bud of Carol's clit. Carol groaned loudly and literally attacked Laura's sex. Laura went off in an earth-shattering orgasm, her legs coming up to trap Carol's head between her thighs. Carol licked and sucked at her clit, lowering her own sex closer to Laura's face. Laura yelled loudly for a moment and then attacked Carol's sex, the same way she was being attacked. Carol gave out with a loud yell of her own as her orgasm crashed in on her. Now they were both on a whole other plane, one of give and give, receiving as well as they gave, neither taking. Time became a thing of the past; only the gratification of the other mattered and their orgasms spiraled up, up, and away. ***** Sometime later, Carol rolled over and lay flat on her back next to Laura. Laura's hand searched around and found Carol's to interlace their fingers. Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said, right then. Both were breathing heavily and had soft smiles on their faces. There was a noise at the door and then it open. John stepped through and sat his bag down. Suddenly, his head snapped around and he stared at the two disheveled and nearly nude women lying on the floor. His eyes got big and his mouth dropped open. Neither woman moved but Laura giggled loudly as Carol asked, "Did you forget something or did you realize that you had screwed up royally?" "What the hell?" John asked loudly. "Oh nothing much, dear. Carol was just taking care of what you've been neglecting for the last six months," Laura replied in a soft whisper. "Why are you back? Is there a problem with your little whore of a secretary?" she asked in a more normal voice. John's mouth dropped open again; he had never heard his wife speak to him that way. "Well, you can just turn your ass around and get the hell out of here. You made your bed, now go somewhere else to lay in it. Close the door, when you do," Laura said in a calm, rational voice. John looked at Laura for a second more and then moved his gaze over to Carol, his eyes roaming over her breasts, and then down to her sex. "Don't eyeball me; you ain't ever going to go anywhere near there. I think you're history around here, so do as she says and close the door on your way out," Carol said sharply. John frowned deeply and opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, Laura cut him off. "Get out of here, you don't live here anymore," she yelled at him, anger rising in her voice. John got a shocked look on his face for a second. "Yes, I'm talking to you, now get out," Laura said more calmly. John picked up his bag and turned toward the door. He paused for a second and started to say something. Laura cut him off in a cold stony voice, "Save it for someone who really cares. Goodbye." John went out the door. He didn't even slam it, which surprised Laura. "Asshole," she whispered under her breath. Carol just sat there looking at Laura. Laura grinned and said, "Now that that's settled again, where were we? Oh yeah, we were just about to go upstairs and find my toy. Anyway, my bed is much more comfortable than this floor." Carol laughed and said, "Damn, girlfriend, I think you found that emotion you lost earlier." "Yeah, that and a lot more," Laura whispered back with a big grin spreading over her face. Laura The first time I saw my daughter naked as a woman, she had just turned eighteen. Passing by her bedroom, I caught a glimpse of her through the crack of her door, which wasn't properly closed. She had come out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around her. I stopped for a moment and was about to move on, when she undid the towel and let it fall from her. Standing before me was a gorgeous sight; a naked young woman with her back to me. Her backside was beautiful, smooth and rounded.As she leaned forward to pick up a hair brush from the dresser, I caught a momentary sight of her right breast, her nipple in side profile. I could hear her humming to herself and I watched, fascinated by the sight of her brushing out her long auburn hair. Every now and then, as her hands moved in the act of brushing, her right breast would pop into view, but only from the side. I felt a familiar stirring in my groin at this unexpected encounter, as I wondered what she would look like if seen from the front. A mischievous idea came into my head that would make that possible in a way that would seem entirely accidental. I pushed open the door and started to step in, saying 'Laura, would you like to...' but I never finished the sentence. Hearing her name, Laura turned towards me. She gave a little squeal and quickly brought her hands up to cover her breasts and pubic mound, but not before I saw what I had hoped to. Her breasts were nicely developed, of a size that invited them to be cupped in my hands. Her nipples were small but the surrounding roseate blush from which they protruded was disproportionately large. The bushy mound she was trying to cover with her left hand was the same dark auburn as her hair, and untrimmed. I stammered an apologetic 'Sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to break in on you, but the door was open' and backed out of the room. Later, she came down to the kitchen, dressed in simple jeans and checked lumberjack shirt. I was drinking a coffee and looked up at her. The top three buttons of her shirt were undone and it was clear that she didn't have a bra on. 'Laura, I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean to cause any embarrassment.' To my relief, she giggled. 'My fault for not closing the door properly, I suppose. Don't worry, no harm done' and she leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead. As she did, my eyes were presented with a fine view of the tops of her breasts. She pulled back and the show ended. Had she done that deliberately, I wondered. But the moment was ended and life returned to normal, father and daughter having a chat in the kitchen. That happened in May and the thought of her naked stayed in my mind. In July, things changed dramatically. My son, Josh, went off on a school geography field trip to Wales for two weeks. At the same time, Maggie, my wife, attended a business seminar in Birmingham, which would keep her away for a week. So it was just Laura and I at home. Laura had finished school and was waiting for her exam results, hoping to get into university. She'd tried to get a holiday job, but there was a lot of competition and she couldn't find anything that really interested her, so she was hanging about with time on her hands. The day Maggie left for her seminar was a beautiful day, hot and still. Late morning, I was working in the dining room when Laura came in. She had a bikini on, barely decent. The two triangles of cloth did little to conceal her breasts, and the thong below left nothing to the imagination and she'd obviously trimmed the edges of her pubic mound since I'd seen her and there was the hint of the outline of her vagina. 'Wow' I stammered, as she stood before me. She gave a slow twirl, presenting me with a close up view of her buttocks. The string of the thong was buried between her cheeks and once again I felt a stirring in my groin. Seeing me staring at her, she laughed. 'Like what you see, Dad?' she asked with a coquettish grin. 'Amazing. Whatever happened to my little girl?' 'She grew up, or didn't you notice? If you spent less time working, you'd have seen it happen.' She was right, of course. If I'd spent less time with my head down, earning a decent living to support the family, I would have noticed. But I was certainly noticing now. 'So what's on your busy agenda today?' I asked. She poked her tongue out at me, then said 'Thought I'd catch a few rays out on the patio. Why don't you come and join me?' It sounded like a wonderful idea, but I still had work to do. 'Tell you what, sweetie, I'll come out in an hour or so, OK?' That seemed to satisfy, and with a cheery 'See you later, then' she turned and pranced out of the room, her buttocks doing an incredible dance before my eyes. I had recently left the company I worked for and taken on a new position that let me work from home. Graphs and spreadsheets and analysis took up the next forty minutes, by which time I had reached exasperation point. It was too hot to work, so I went and changed into a pair of baggy shorts and made my way out to the patio. We had an extension built onto the back of the house, which left a courtyard, open at the garden end, which had turned out to be a nice little sun-trap. Sheltered by the back of the house and two side walls, the front gave out onto the garden, which had a thick beech hedge at the end, affording us with complete privacy. Coming round the corner from the kitchen, I was presented with the sight of Laura spread out on cushions which she had removed from a lounger and placed on the patio floor. She was lying on her front, her head resting on her crossed arms. The top of her bikini was undone and lay spread out beneath her chest. Hearing me, she turned her head toward me and lazily asked 'How long have I been out here?' 'About three quarters of an hour' I said. 'I probably need to top up with the suntan cream. Would you do the honours, Dad, it's so hard to get to the middle of your own back.' How could I say no? I dragged the cushion from the other lounger over and put it down next to hers, then knelt down beside her. 'I think this might be easier if I sort of straddle you' I said and did so, one knee on either side of her. My crotch was positioned just below her buttocks. I reached over the sun cream and drizzled some onto her back and started to rub it in. I started on her shoulders and neck, trying to knead her shoulders as you would if giving a massage, which she seemed to like, or at least, she didn't complain. After a minute of two, my hands moved down to the centre of her back and then down her sides, lightly brushing the side of her breasts. Again, no complaints. Her back was mostly done, so I shuffled down a bit until I was positioned over the backs of her knees. From here I had an unobstructed view of her buttocks, with the string of the thong running up between them, where it joined the string that ran across the back. I playfully twanged the string and she wriggled beneath me, laughing. 'If you don't want a white line, this ought to go' I said, twanging the string again. She turned her head and sort of looked at me over her shoulder. There was a grin on her face as she said 'Can't have that can we, Dad. Undo the bow at the side and pull it away.' I pulled at the bow and the knot fell apart. The string across the back fed through a loop at the top of the centre string, so I pulled it through and let it fall to her right side. This left the string between her cheeks. After a moment of hesitation, I bit the bullet and started to pull back the remaining string. With a giggle, she clenched her buttocks together, trapping the string firmly between them. 'Resistance is useless! Unclench those buttocks, girl'. And I playfully swatted her right cheek. She laughed again. 'Oh, please don't hurt me, kind zur' she said in mock imitation of a West Country milk maid. 'Hang on, I'll make it easier.' Her buttocks relaxed and she also, to my surprise, spread her legs just a little bit. I quickly pulled the string from between her crack and let it fall between the slight gap between her legs. Now I could see not only her cheeks, but also the rear of her outer labia, just visible in the small gap she had created. I squeezed some cream onto her buttocks, and then purposely rubbed from the back of her thighs towards her hips, so that her cheeks were spread further apart. This gave me a nice view of her puckered anus. I let my thumbs stray around her hole and since there was no adverse reaction, I let them wander down a bit further, brushing them against her outer labia. 'That's nice, Dad' she all but purred at me. 'I don't think there's much chance of getting sunburnt down there' I said. 'That depends on how you do your sunbathing' she replied. I abandoned her cheeks and started to work on her thighs, using the full span of my hands to rub up from the back of her knees. As my thumbs ran along the inside of her thighs, I felt her muscles tighten as I got closer to her vaginal lips. My thumbs worked their way up until they were either side of her lips, where I gently pressed inwards, forcing her lips to push together and out. She gave a little shudder and I could see that she was starting to get moist. As my thumbs pulled back, she whispered over her shoulder. 'Do that again, can you? It felt so nice.' She pulled herself up so that she was resting on her elbows, which let her breasts come free from beneath her, and then spread her legs a bit further apart. I now had a clear view of her cheeks, her anus and her vagina, the lips slightly engorged. 'It's a good job I'm not a dirty old man' I said, 'because the sight of you like this is enough to drive any man wild.' 'Well you're not a dirty old man, you're my Dad, and I feel perfectly safe with you.' I couldn't help myself, really, I couldn't. 'What, even if I do this?' and so saying I pushed my right hand between her thighs, palm up and cupped her vagina in my hand. She squirmed again and said 'Especially when you do that. But it's a bit uncomfortable like this, let me make it easier.' She pushed back on her elbows, and I scooted back a bit further as she raised her back until she was kneeling on all fours in front of me. I had kept my hand in place as she moved, lightly cupping her pudenda and she pushed back onto my hand. Spurred on by her apparent willingness, with my left hand, I reached forward and found her left breast, which was now hanging freely. As the fingers of my right hand gently rubbed her vagina, my left hand played with her nipple, which I stroked and them lightly tweaked between thumb and forefinger.She moaned and lowered her head, at the same time spreading her legs a bit further apart. Her nipple was erect between my fingers, a stiff little bud under the attention it was receiving. I let the middle finger of my right hand play between her lips and as it brushed her clitoris she squirmed yet again. I allowed my finger to press further between her lips until it was in up to the knuckle. She was so moist that it was easy to pull back and then re-enter with two fingers. She let out an 'ooh' and pushed back on my fingers. My left hand left her breast and I reached down until I made contact with her most intimate pleasure zone. Laura lowered her head to the cushion and arched her back up as far as she could. I now had two fingers inside her from behind while with my left hand in front I sought out her clitoris. She started to pant and I felt the muscles of her vagina contracting and relaxing in time to the thrusting of my fingers. I applied some pressure with my right thumb to her anus, gently pushing against her tight little hole. She started to spasm and let out a series of 'oohs' and 'aahs', until she suddenly gave out a prolonged 'Oh my Goooood' and shuddered before me as her orgasm swept through her. She fell forward onto her right side and lay there panting, eyes closed. Looking at her, I considered what I had done. I had brought my eighteen year old daughter off to orgasm. Whatever the rights or wrongs might be, the moment had been so erotic, so sudden and unexpected, that it didn't seem to matter. I don't claim to be the best-endowed man in the world, but I was sporting a hard-on the like of which I probably hadn't experienced since I was a lusty teenager. She opened her eyes and looked at me. 'Thanks, Dad, that was wonderful.' 'I'm glad you enjoyed it' I said and leaned forward and lightly kissed her on her lips. She seemed to recover herself and propped her head up with her hand, her elbow supporting her, but she was still on her side, and her breasts hung lopsided, giving them a slightly unreal appearance. She grinned at me and then said 'Mum was right, you know. She said you had a delicate touch.' Then she laughed again. It took a moment for the words to sink in. 'What? What do you mean? Mum says I have a delicate touch?' Laura looked embarrassed and her face flushed. 'Ah, well, you see, I was having a chat with Mum about the birds and the bees...' 'Didn't she do all that when you were first a teenager?' I interrupted. 'Yes, of course, but there were one or two things I wanted to know, so I collared her when she'd had a couple of drinks, figuring that she'd be more receptive. She really opened up to me, if you know what I mean?' There was a hint in her words that was intriguing. Just what had my wife and daughter been up to? I lay down next to her and asked her 'Care to let me in on your little secrets?' She blushed again, but then seemed to make her mind up. She settled down with her hand lying on her arm and I idly reached out and stroked her right nipple. She watched as she started her explanation. 'I'd heard a couple of things from a girl friend which didn't sound right and I figured that if anyone knew, Mum would. So I caught her one evening, you were at the rugby club with Josh, I think, and Mum had had a couple of drinks and seemed to be in a mellow mood. So I asked her about..., well, about masturbation, to be blunt. Martine, you know her, don't you, she told me that she lost her virginity to her hair brush handle, which didn't sound very nice to me. So I asked Mum about it.' I switched from her right to her left nipple, my mind a-buzz with what she telling me. 'And what did Mum say?' I asked. 'Mum said it was more than possible. She said that if I was going to masturbate, then to do it carefully, so as not to break my hymen. But I said that I wasn't bothered about saving it for 'Mr Right'. And then she said that if that was the case, she could show me how to do it myself.' 'What?' was all I could stammer. 'We went up to her, your, bedroom and she undressed me, then stripped of herself. She took out the vibrator she keeps in the bedside drawer and she showed me how to use it properly.' This was almost too much for me to comprehend. My wife and my daughter? Together? 'Go on' I said, letting my fingers move from her nipple down to her belly button. 'Mum had me spread-eagled on the bed and started to caress my breasts with it. The vibrations really got to me and in no time at all I was really turned on. Then she ran it down my stomach, to the top of my pussy and she teased around my lips, until she let it play over my clit, and I really thought for a moment I was going to explode, but she pulled it away. She had me draw my knees as far up and apart as I could, and she said that she had to check that I was wet enough and she rubbed my slit with her fingers. I was wet, I know, I was on the verge of coming, and then she slid first one, then two, then three fingers in. My whole body was on fire and then she rubbed my clit with her thumb, her fingers still inside me, and I just let it all out. It was an amazing feeling and I just sort of collapsed. Mum took her fingers out of me and said that she thought I was ready. She slowly started to push the dildo into me, and that feeling of building up to a climax started again, as it vibrated away inside me. Once it was about half way in, we could both feel the resistance of my hymen, and Mum said something like 'To infinity and beyond!' and pushed harder. There was a bit of pain, but I was past caring, and then Mum took my hand and put it on the vibtator, saying I should do it myself, so I did. At first it was a bit strange, knowing Mum was kneeling right there next to me, watching me, but when I looked down, I could see that she had a hand between her own legs and the other was playing with her breasts. I had both hands on the vibrator, easing it in and out, and then Mum reached out and started to gently rub my clit. Then she took one of my hands and placed it on her pussy and I started to caress her. Her clit is smaller than mine, but it was easy to find, as it was sticking out of its little hood. So there we were, me spread-eagled with a vibrator going in and out and her hand on my clit, she kneeling next to me, legs spread wide with my fingers in her as she played with her nipples. Both of us were breathing hard and then we both came, more or less at the same time. Mum laid down next me while we both got our breath back. We had a little chat and she told me that you always seemed to know what she likes. I guess she was right, because whatever you did, it worked on me too.' 'And that's all she told you?' I asked, as if that wasn't enough. 'Well, she did tell me a couple of the things that you like' she said archly, a wicked little grin appearing on her face. 'She did, did she? Such as what?' The summer heat made the air shimmer and time seemed to slow down, as I watched her hand reach out and her fingers flutter across the front of my shorts. My penis, which had been semi-flaccid, came back to attention again and created an obvious bulge at the front. Laura laughed and said 'See?' as her fingers continued to excite me. After what seemed seemed an eternity, she stopped and slid her hand up my thigh and into my shorts. Her delicate fingers found the top of my penis and she rolled the skin back at the top. It felt beautiful and I groaned, happy in the delicious feelings she was causing to course through me. 'Mother knows best!' she said, and I had to agree. 'I think maybe we should let the honourable member enjoy the sun for a bit.' And so saying, she withdrew her hand and sitting up, started to pull my shorts down. I raised my hips and the shorts were quickly slid down my legs, where I kicked them off. I rolled onto my back as Laura arranged herself cross-legged by my side. Turning my head to the left, I was afforded an unhindered close up view of her young vagina. The short pubic hair that formed a line down to her labia was glistening with the moisture that had gushed out of her when she came. Her lips were less engorged now, but I could still see the tip of her clit peeking out and her nipples were both still stiffly erect, so she was obviously enjoying the moment as much as me. Laura now brought both hands into play. Her left hand snaked out and cupped my balls, while her right hand moved back to my penis, which was now proudly standing fully erect. She wrapped her fingers around it and then used her thumb to softly rub the underside just below the tip. I was in heaven, as this is one of my most sensitive spots. She released her grip, so that her thumb stayed where it was, while her fingers were able to manipulate the skin of my penis up and down in a sensuous massage that quickly had me moaning in pleasure. Suddenly she leaned forward and the tip of her tongue darted out and flicked across the tip of my cock. An electric shiver ran through me, as she ran her tongue around the top, while her fingers continued their gentle stroking motion. Her left hand was juggling with my ball sac and I knew I couldn't hold back the inevitable for much longer. I tried to think of England, the Chancellor's latest economic forecast, anything at all to delay the final moment, but nothing was going to stop it now. Laura As I called out to Laura 'I'm coming, sweetheart' she slipped both her lips around the top of my penis, which was the final straw. I gave in and let the sensation of orgasm have its way with me. As waves of pleasure coursed through me, sperm literally exploded out of me. Laura quickly drew back her head and watched as the whitish goo shot out in bursts, covering her hands, my belly and my thighs. She squeezed her fingers around the girth of my shaft, easing out the last drops. I was panting, my eyes now closed and there must have been a mile-wide smile on my face. After a moment of silence, I was brought back down to Earth as Laura said 'That was pretty messy, wasn't I?' I had to laugh, and she joined in as well. She took my discarded shorts and proceeded to wipe off as much of the sperm as she could. When she had finished, she lay down on her side next to me and let her fingers play with my pubic hairs. 'That was some chat you had with Mum' I said. 'What else did you talk about?' Laura hesitated and lowered her eyes towards my belly. 'Not so much talk, more what she showed me' she finally said. 'Show you what?' I questioned her. 'Well, after we'd recovered our breath on the bed, Mum said that I needed to have a shower, to clean the blood, from where my hymen had been broken. I was still a bit sore and she said that she would help me, so we both went into the shower together. When we were both wet, she had me stand facing the wall with my hands over my head and she lathered up the sponge and started to wash me all over. She had her hands all over me, which felt really good. After she'd rinsed all the soap off, she told me to lean forward with my hands on the wall with my legs as far apart as I could get them. Then she took the showerhead off, so the water was just pumping out in a big stream, and slowly inserted it into me. It was like a big soft squishy dildo, and even though she didn't put it in very far, the water was pumping right up to the back of my vagina and I started to get all turned on again. But she pulled it out and asked me if I had liked that, so of course I said yes. She told me to lean forward and spread my bum cheeks and when I asked her why she just said 'If you liked that, you'll love this', so I did as she said. She put the showerhead back on and set it to the power-jet setting and turned it on to me. I nearly fell over as the first blast hit my bum hole, but it felt really nice and then she started to play it over my pussy as well. When it hit my clitoris, I nearly jumped out of my skin. It felt almost electric and I was squirming about all over the place. Then Mum told me to lie on the floor and hold myself behind my knees and draw my legs apart. So now I was lying there, with my pussy wide open and my bum hole ready for inspection, as it were. Mum used the shower on me a bit longer, then put it down. She slid her index finger into me and I was so wet, and then she took it out and started to push it into my bum hole. She told me to relax and it slipped in quite easily. It felt really odd having it waggling about inside me. When it was up to the knuckle, she slipped her thumb between my lips and started to massage the flesh between her thumb and finger. With her other hand,, she spread my lips with two fingers and used another to rub my clit. She could see I was about to come, 'cos I was wriggling about all over the floor, but she stopped and pulled her finger and thumb out of me. Then she said 'There's something else you should know. Fingers are good, but tongues are better', and she leaned forward and started to run her tongue up and down my pussy, just letting it tease between my lips. Then she leaned in a bit further and started to suck on my lips. Her tongue buried deeper into me and it felt completely different to everything else she'd done so far. I grabbed at her head and tried to force her into me, it felt so good. She pulled back, saying 'Don't suffocate me, Laura, just go with the flow' and leaned down and carried on. That lovely feeling was welling up in me again and I literally screamed as I came. Mum kept licking at my clit until I couldn't take it anymore and I came a second time. I had to scoot away from her, or we'd probably still be there now.' I couldn't quite believe what I'd just heard. While she was talking, Laura had continued playing with my pubes and my penis, which was once again standing straight up. She turned her eyes to mine and said 'I think that turned you on just a little bit' and she started to gently stroke my rigid member again. I had to ask, because it just seemed to be the right thing to do. 'Would you like it inside you? See how it compares to the rubber version?' She nodded yes and so I got her to straddle me. Her slit was poised above my waiting penis and holding her hips I started to slowly lower her down until the tip pushed through her outer labia, lubricated by the juices liberally coated inside. Once the bulb of the head had disappeared I held her back and asked her 'Are you ready for this?' She didn't answer, but forced herself slowly down my shaft. She was quite tight, so I tried to let it go slowly, and we started to wrestle for control. Eventually I gave way, letting her take the lead, figuring that she was young and I didn't want to hurt her. And do it herself meant that she could take it in as fast or slow as she wanted. What she did do was let out a breath and relax her muscles, then push down on me, impaling herself. She settled herself on me, getting comfortable with the blood-engorged flesh that was now buried inside her. 'Lean forward' I told her, and as she did so, her breasts were brought to my mouth. I suckled on the left one first, gently pulling her nipple with my lips, and then flicking my tongue over it in between sucking it into my mouth. With my right hand, I reached down between us and cupped her right breast in my hand, again rubbing the nipple between thumb and forefinger. She slowly started to raise and lower herself on my penis, and threw back her head with her eyes closed. She continued this rocking motion for a couple of minutes while I played with her breasts, picking up the speed as she bucked about on top of me. It took all my concentration not to come, as I didn't want it to happen inside her, but I didn't want to withdraw before she'd had enough. I didn't have a condom on and I didn't know if she was on the pill and life suddenly seemed to be complicated enough without the worry of an unwanted pregnancy. Laura was moving more swiftly now and panting, as the sweat rolled off her. I moved my hands back to her hips, so that as she pushed back onto me, I could force her further back so that her clit received some attention as well. Suddenly she let out a series of little cries, which changed to yelps of 'oh, oh, oh, oh' and I felt her vaginal muscles clamp tight onto my penis. She held it there for a few seconds and then with a final drawn out 'aarghhh' she collapsed forward onto me. Her backside was raised up as she fell forward and my penis was painfully pulled from within her and left standing up between her cheeks. The sudden release of pressure sent a smaller stream of sperm onto her buttocks and as she lay there panting on top of me, I could feel it running down her crack and back onto me. Laura was lying on top of me, her breasts squashed out under her on my chest and I could feel her nipples pressing into me. I wrapped my arms around her back and hugged her to me, where we lay in the sun without saying a word. Finally I felt her stir and released my hold on her. She moved her head and brought her lips to mine, and we tongue jousted for a while, savouring the taste of each other, basking in the heat of the day. We spent the rest of the week while Maggie was away enjoying each others bodies, and we decided that when she returned we would all need to sit down together for a chat about it all, and I looked forward to that in anticipation of what that might bring about. Laura There's just something about taking off a beautiful woman's panties for the first time. I slid my fingers under Laura's sheer, tiny black thong and she lifted her hips to accommodate the effort. She propped herself up on her elbows, and with one hand, reached behind her and unclasped the matching black bra, exposing her perfectly proportioned breasts, speckled with spectacular freckles, her pale pink erect nipples poking upwards like gumdrops. She lay gloriously naked before me, and she looked up at me with those mischievously twinkling green eyes, and uttered her desire. "Eat me," she said simply. It had been a very good first date. Even though our fledgling relationship was barely three hours old, I had already determined that Laura was perhaps the most beautiful fifty-year-old I had ever met. Better yet, she was as sweet and kind as she was horny. There is a truism about the innocent looking ones being the hottest and most creative lovers. I was about to find out. We had shared intimate electronic and telephonic foreplay for several weeks, escalating in intensity, prior to this evening. Laura had advertised that she was even more attractive in person than her sensational photos on the dating site had indicated, and she was so right. She had also confessed that she was multi-orgasmic, and that never ceases to capture my attention and imagination. Slender with golden blonde hair that hung over her shoulders in adorable waves, and a gregarious though sophisticatedly restrained manner, at least publicly, Laura reminded me instantly of Sweet Polly Purebred from the cartoon series 'Underdog'. And I offer that in the most favorable way possible. Sweet Polly always looked lovingly and longingly at her hero, and maintained a coquettishly flirtatious demeanor, on-screen at least. Yet I suspected that once the cameras stopped rolling, Sweet Polly fucked Underdog's eyeteeth out. Laura's skin was pale with an alabaster-clean Irish-girl complexion. Her thin lips, which I had already tasted and savored, were devoid of any discernible lipstick, but her mouth was naturally delectable. Her kisses were at first warm, teasing, almost bashful, yet we had quickly escalated into a torrid make-out session right in the middle of the parking lot of the restaurant where we had just shared cocktails, and that had led to her invitation to follow her on the short drive back to her house. In fact, there was only one thing wrong with her mouth. My cock wasn't in it. Yet. As I followed her in my own car, hard as a rock in anticipation of the events to ensue, I mused at Laura's own curious though incredibly accurate self-description. All women seem to have a tendency to compare themselves to another woman with celebrity status (why must they do that?). My favorite was the redhead who insisted she was a spitting image of Ann Margaret, when in fact, she would stretch to reach Kathy Griffin's level. Most blondes who have achieved their desired hair color from a supermarket shelf would have you believe that they are Marilyn Monroe reincarnated. Laura, on the other hand, refreshingly mocking herself to some degree, revealed that she bore an uncanny resemblance to Marilyn from the old TV series 'The Munsters'. For those of us old enough to remember, there wasn't an adolescent boy who didn't fantasize about boinking Marilyn silly, or dreaming about burying their tongues into her golden triangle. And it was true, except that Laura was exponentially more stunning, and soon to be entwined with me, in real-life. So, as Laura and I sensuously disrobed each other within seconds of entering her house, peeling off clothes while groping and kissing passionately, leaving a wrinkled trail of our wardrobes on a path to her king-sized bed, all comparisons were rendered moot. There was only one Laura, and she was uniquely ravishing. And I was about to ravish her exquisitely trimmed and glistening golden pussy, as she repeated her imploring invitation. "Eat me," she purred, more of a command than a request, as she reclined on the mattress and pulled apart her waiting, glimmering slit, exposing her bright pink inner labia. So I did. Oh, boy, did I ever........ I placed my hands on the tops of Laura's smooth, flat tummy and slid my thumbs over the smooth skin of her inner thighs. She instinctively spread her legs wide apart and I eased my fingers up to the edge of her pussy lips. She moaned deeply as I felt a shudder run through her magnificent body, a body of a woman fifteen years her junior. She simply defied chronological time. Pinching her swollen pussy lips lightly between my digits, I began to tease her swollen bright pink outer labia. As her head buried into the downy pillow, she shook it from side to side as she reveled in the sensation of my fingers caressing and exploring and fucking her most sensitive flesh. I traced small ovals over her clit, now peeking through its salmon-hued hood, and it stood up at attention. I pressed the sensitive nub between my fingertips and began to tease it gently, slowly, barely grazing my tongue tip on her. Laura's body shook with the beginning of a climactic release as I made oral love to the most sensitive part of her body. I snaked a finger deeply up into her channel and magically found the spongy mass of flesh, her g-spot on her upper vaginal wall. Her body began to convulse involuntarily. Small ripples formed on her abdomen as she gripped the sheets firmly, desperately trying to stave off and prolong the intense flood of ecstasy that was building from deep within. I sucked her clit between my lips. Normally, I would tease for a longer period, but I had mercy. Laura needed to cum, and I knew it would reap benefits throughout the evening and into the morning if I gave her what she craved. I traced the letters of her first name on her pearl and inserted a third finger into her quivering hole. She gasped and her insides flooded as her entire body shook on my already saturated face. I leaned forward, more deeply into her now humid and pulsing gash and placed a warm, wet kiss on her erect clit, sucking it into my mouth. Her body shook once again as her insides let go with even more cum, splashing me with a delectable squirt of her fluids. The multi-orgasmic self-description was off to a very convincing start. I gave her a brief interlude to allow her to capture her breath. She was still writhing from the after-shocks as I kissed her creamy inner thighs lovingly, watching her face the entire time. I began to reach down and stroke my own wildly twitching cock, fully engorged in anticipation of what was in store for him. Her green eyes opened, just slits of emerald, as she gazed down at me dreamily. "Your tongue...God, it's fucking amazing. It's like you have an instruction manual for my cunt." Her dirty language served to turn me on even more, if possible. It was if she had granted me a permission slip to push the verbal envelope. I continued to nibble on the small crevice of her pelvis, between her legs and her torso, running my fingers over her mons. "Your pussy is amazing, Laura," I complimented her sincerely, snaking a fingertip along the rim of her leaking vagina. "Like ambrosia, the sweetest of tastes." I licked her dripping overflow off of my finger. "Yes, amazing. I just might eat you all night." She groaned lustfully. "Promises, promises," and let her head fall back onto the pillow, as content to be the recipient as I was to be the provider. Laura threw her head back and her beautiful, blonde hair cascaded towards her breasts as my tongue again began to tease her clit, flicking it, lightning-quick but oh, so softly, barely reaching her hard nub. I felt her inner muscles tighten around my tongue when I inserted it into her sopping channel as her hips began to roll gently. There was nothing subtle about her next explosion. Powerful waves of cum crashed from her pussy walls like a tsunami reaching shore, and her wails echoed throughout her bedroom. Her arms began to spasm, punching at the mattress, and her legs kicked and thrashed unwittingly onto my back and shoulders, like a precocious thoroughbred filly prancing in a field. "Oooooooaaaahhhhhhh....FUCK...Oooooh, my fucking GOD........Jesus Fucking Christ....!!!!!" You can always tell a good Catholic girl by the way she curses when she cums. And by the sound of things, Laura was obviously a devout Catholic. Peeling back her impossibly swollen pussy lips, I lowered my face to her oozing slit and began to suck the sweet juices that were literally bubbling from her love hole. Laura tried to reach up to my head to grasp it but couldn't quite reach. Her arms fell back on either side of her head as she continued to moan and groan with sexual delirium. Her face was a mask of passion as smaller orgasms continued to ripple through her body. Placing my hand on top of her overheated pussy, I dipped my fingers once more into her tight dampness, evoking another whimper, as I rose onto my knees and began to crawl across the mattress. Laura's head hung down off the side of the bed now as her creamy, white chest heaved, glistening in perspiration. My hand slid away from her pussy as I stood in front of her face, and I shook my cock and bounced it off of her chin, my heavy balls dangling inches from her forehead Laura felt my presence beside her face and opened her eyes. She received the proverbial front-row view of all my glory, albeit from an awkward perspective for an initial examination. "Mmmm, maybe it's this angle," Laura said, craning her neck almost ninety degrees, as her small hand reached to cup my testicles. "But that is one VERY big dick." Finally, there was nothing wrong with her mouth. That pesky lingering problem was about to be solved once and for all. My cock stood fully erect just inches from her beautiful face as my fingers closed around her taut nipples. She brought her hand up and wrapped her fingers around my shaft as she guided my cock between her open lips. I spread my legs wide and squatted slightly in order to lower my cock to her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my hips and gripped my buttocks as she sucked my cock into her hungry mouth as her head was suspended upside down over the edge of the bed. My fingers continued to squeeze and pull on her hard, pink nipples. She moaned and groaned as she sucked on my shaft hungrily with her thin lips. Absolutely perfect cocksucking lips, I realized, as she tightly took me inch by inch. I began to pump in and out of her warm mouth and her long blonde hair swayed in midair, back and forth, side to side, as her head moved with the rhythm of my penetrations. Her throat contracted, and I watched my cock expand in her surprisingly talented mouth, causing her inner cheek to bulge as my girth filled her. She suddenly rolled back over, to attack my cock from a different, much more comfortable perspective. She sat on the edge of the bed between my legs and began to leisurely stroke my cock, coated with her saliva, gripping it with two hands. "It wasn't the angle," she said, flicking the blonde bangs from her eyes with a seductive toss of her head. "This thing is huge. Mmmm, lucky me." She gave me a teasingly slow handjob, her eyes never leaving my cock, seemingly mesmerized by it. I loved the hypnotic power that my manhood was having on this magnificent woman. I reached down to cup her lovely face in my hands, and we kissed passionately, hungrily, as she brought me to the brink with her hands. Pre-cum was oozing out of me like a dripping spigot. Not wanting to explode just yet, although the vision of my cum shooting all over that wonderful face and freckled breasts was quite enticing, I tenderly placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back onto the mattress. We looked deeply into each others' eyes as she surrendered her body unequivocally. I gripped her lean calves and put them over my shoulders, and she reached up and guided my cockhead to her glistening target. There are times when a woman needs to be touched, cajoled, teased, eased into inch-by-inch. From what Laura had told me and shown me thus far, this was not one of those times. It was clear what she needed. We could make love in the morning. Tonight was for fucking. "Fuck me!" she gasped as I placed my palms on her open thighs. My cock was aimed right at the entrance to her love hole and with a powerful thrust, I rammed straight into her saturated cunt. Laura's chest heaved and her head flew up as she felt my cock disappear deep into her open body. I felt her inner muscles clamp tightly around my cock and then her body fell back onto the mattress as my hands slid down her legs and now gripped her ankles. I flipped her upright, so that she could ride me. Not so much for her enjoyment, admittedly. Rather, I wanted to watch her princess-like body ride me. I wanted to see her face contort in bliss. I wanted to enjoy her enjoyment, wanted her to use my cock for her pleasure. I wanted to feel her cum. Pressing the tip of my shaft between her bright pink folds, covered with her fluids, she rolled her pelvis forward and slowly slid her beautiful body down the length of my shaft until she impaled herself completely on my length. She moaned loudly as she felt the thickness of my cock fill her pussy once again. Placing her hand on the bedspread to support herself, she leaned forward, bringing her nipple to my mouth. I reached up and caressed her freckled breast as my lips closed on her taut gumdrop nipple, sucking it lightly. I switched to her other breast and then slid my hands down around her magnificent ass and rubbed her down between her spread thighs. Laura sighed, closing her eyes, reveling in the feel of my hands on her body and she slowly began to rise and then fall on my rigid shaft. Again and again she impaled herself on my cock as her beautiful breasts bounced gently before my face. Every time she tried to lift her upper body, the muscles of her abdomen clenched tightly and added to the power of her inner love muscles. Bringing my hands down between Laura's raised thighs, I began to tease her clit with my thumbs as my cock rammed in and out of her tightness. As I pressed her tender nub and teased it, her body convulsed in another powerful orgasm as she screamed in passion. Looking up at her, I could see she was lost in excitement and passion as she fucked me for all she was worth. She drew my face to her tits tightly with one hand as she continued to pump her pussy up and down the length of my cock. Her inner muscles danced around my cock as she ground her hips firmly against mine. My finger slid into her ass crack and she felt it press against her tight sphincter. It was as if I'd hit her with an electrical wire. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around my shaft and as she rammed her hips down hard on my cock, I exploded deep in her twat. She felt the power of my cum as it shot deep into her waterfall of a pussy and her own body convulsed once again with yet one more explosive orgasm. Laura continued to piston her pussy up and down my shaft as she moaned and groaned in continuous orgasmic delight. I continued to pump into her tightness but slowed my pace a bit. Laura's hands came up to her breasts and she began to massage her taut nipples. Finally I eased from between her oozing pussy lips and she sighed as her body relaxed. She pressed her breasts to my lips and finally collapsed in exhaustion. I teased her back and ass with my fingers and then helped her ease her body off of my still turgid cock. I lowered my face to her open thighs and began to tease her intimate flesh with my tongue. Our mixture of cum just oozed out of her pink, swollen gash and I licked her sweetness as my tongue caressed her clit once again. She shuddered as I savored the nectars of our exotic cocktail, and I next brought my lips to hers. Lifting her head, I pressed my tongue deep into her mouth. Her hands came up and, grasping my head, she sucked my tongue between her lips and hooked my body again with her legs. I slid my hand down between her thighs and teased her drenched pussy with my index finger, scooping out the residue of our love like the last drops on a melting ice cream sugar cone. "Lick me, please. Taste yourself on my dick," I requested sweetly. Laura slid over on the bed and then lay her head in my lap, smiling up at me, an angelic face with devilish intentions. I felt her fingers caress my slowly deflating cock and then slide it between her sweet lips. I felt her tongue caress my shaft as her fingers cupped my balls. Slowly her head slid up and down my cock as she tasted my cum that had filled her pussy, and her cum that had coated my pole. My fingers slid down across her cheek and then stroked her beautiful, blonde hair back off of her cheek. Laura sucked hard on my shaft as her head moved up and down on my cock, as if she were trying to resuscitate me for another bonus ride on the joystick. I reached down to guide her up towards my face. "Easy, gorgeous," I said, caressing her forehead. "As much as I'd like to, save me for the morning. Or maybe....," I hinted wishfully. "......in the middle of the night." Laura snuggled under my arms. We were officially lovers now, albeit after a hard, hungry, wild first fuck. Now was the time to be gentle, tender. "I'm sorry I was so forward," she said bashfully, once again assuming the demeanor of the public Sweet Polly Purebred. "I don't usually carry on like that, talk like that. it's just that....well, it's been so long, and........" I placed a fingertip on her lips to 'shoosh' her. "It's OK, beautiful," I said soothingly. "Believe me, it's OK. That was intense. I wanted you more than I have ever wanted a woman, and I liked you taking the lead like that. In fact, I loved it. You have a standing invitation to use me like that anytime." Her green eyes ablaze, this time with unabashed desire, she kissed me open-mouthed and open-eyed. "Touch me," she breathed huskily, releasing the kiss. "Touch me. Hold me. Caress me until I fall asleep in your arms. I feel safe." "Oh, so I wasn't wrong in assuming I was invited for breakfast?" I teased her, beginning to run one hand on her flat tummy while I nibbled on the nape of her neck and earlobe. We cuddled into a snug ball, and soon our breathing became almost synchronized. Just before we fell asleep together, I asked softly in her ear, "By the way, lover, what IS for breakfast?" Laura never opened her eyes. She just took my hands and placed one of her breast and the other on her soaked, humid pussy. She leaned up into my ear and whispered....... "Me." So, next morning, yes, I ate Laura for breakfast. Slowly, savoring, licking the rim of both bowls. I took more than an hour. And I finished every last drop of Ms. Purebred's flowing juices. It was a delicious meal, a treat beyond words. I lost count of her orgasms after a baker's dozen. After all, it was now officially our second date. Breakfast in bed. Which lasted the rest of the day. But that's another story. A damn good one. Laura and Alex I couldn't believe that after all these years my old desires were still as pleasurable as ever. Maybe it was something that had always lain dormant in me; something that I tried to repress, but it had only needed a slight trigger to rise to the surface again. I am 29 and I have been married for seven years to a wonderful guy called Alex. Life was wonderful. I loved Alex and I loved our exciting sex life. He was a great lover. That was one of the reasons that I couldn't understand why I was still having these urges, the same ones I had ten years ago, the ones I thought my life with Alex had cured me of. At the time, the doctor had explained to my worried mother that it was probably caused by my repressed sexual desires. This was probably due in some part to my strict religious upbringing and my rebellious teenage nature. My father was a lay preacher at the local Methodist chapel; Sundays were a day of prayer. We all attended the chapel at least three times on Sunday: morning and evening services and bible classes in the afternoon. My father was always going on about the sins of the flesh, and I often wondered just how I came to be born in the first place. As a young girl growing up, I accepted the strict rules of my parents, but when I reached my teenage years, problems started. I wanted to be like my friends, go out to clubs, and dress like they did. This of course caused problems. My skirts, according to my father, were always too short and my necklines cut too low. By the time I was 18, my body had developed fully. My mother was a shapely woman and I followed suit. I wore my first a bra at 13, and by the time I reached 18, I had matured to a C cup. This was much to the delight of the many local guys, whom I allowed to explore my assets on the back row of the cinema. It was also during my 18th year that I lost my virginity while on a college weekend. I did not have a regular boyfriend at the time. I preferred to mix with everyone. It happened while we were out on an orienteering course. I had been teamed up with two guys, Brad and Eric, and my friend Gail. We all managed to get lost. I still don't know if it were done purposely or not, but we finished up miles from anywhere. It was a scorching hot day and we were all tired and fed up; then we found this little brook and some trees, a welcome shelter from the sun. Brad and Eric took off their shoes and jumped into the cool water, and Gail and I followed suit. It was lovely in the water and a welcome relief. We made our way downstream and found a deep pool. The guys waded to the bank and removed there shirts and pants, and attired just in their boxers, dived into the deep water. They came up grinning and suggested we follow. Gail looked at me and shrugged. "Why not?" she said. "There's no one else around." With that she made her way to the side of the pool and quickly stripped off her jeans and sweater, and much to the guy's delight, joined them in just her bra and panties. Although I was a little concerned at the time about displaying myself in the open, I quickly followed suit. It was lovely in the water, but I could not help noticing how the guys were looking at me. It was Gail who whispered in my ear that I was exposing rather a lot of myself. I looked down and to my shock and horror, I realised that the water had caused my brief undies to become almost transparent. At first I wanted to get out and cover myself, but then I started to feel quite excited to be on show like this. I know it was very naughty, but I was actually starting to enjoy it. After a while, we scrambled back onto the bank. We had not brought any towels with us so we lay on the grass and allowed the sun to dry us. Every time I looked over at the guys, I caught them looking at me. It gave me a very warm feeling, and I noticed with some surprise that both of them were trying their best to hide the bulges in their boxers. I was quite disappointed when at last we were dry enough to dress again. We at last made our way back to the lodge where we were staying, and not surprisingly, we were the last team to arrive. After the meal that evening, we played games and drank some light wine. Around ten o'clock people began to wander off to bed. Brad and Eric invited us to their room where they had an extra supply of wine. I was not a big drinker in those days, and after a couple of glasses, I was feeling a little light headed. I don't quite remember how it started, but the next thing I knew, I was in Brad's arms and his tongue was down my throat. I shivered with expectancy when I felt his hand under my sweater, and soon he was cupping my lightly covered breast. Over on the other bed, Gail was engrossed with Eric. Brad, it seemed, was quite experienced, and my bra clasp posed no difficulties to him. Soon I was groaning as he rolled my sensitive nipples between his fingers. Quickly, my shirt and bra were removed, and I saw the look of hunger in his eyes as he looked down on my naked breasts. Then his lips were on them, sucking the hard nipples in turn. It felt wonderful. I did have a moment of concern when I felt his fingers tugging on the fastenings of my jeans, but by then I knew I wanted to experience everything. I knew where he was going, and when he managed to at last get them undone, I raised myself off the bed to allow him to slide them down my legs. Now I was left with only a brief pair of panties. I was in unexplored territory; no one had ever gone this far with me before. I had allowed them the pleasures of my breasts, but when exploring hands had wandered down below my waist, I had always stopped things. Now it was different I wanted Brad to go further. I wanted Brad to go all the way. I felt his hand drift slowly across my stomach. I breathed in, holding it tight, and then his hands were on my panties. I bit my lip trying not to cry out. My fingers were clenched tightly on the bedclothes. Then his hand at last touched my pussy. I sighed and clung to him as I felt him cup it in his hand, parting my legs slightly. My whole body shivered with excitement. Slowly he traced a finger up and down my tight slit. I could feel the dampness of my panties sticking to my skin. Then he was easing them aside, and at last he was touching me. I felt a finger slid inside me. I groaned and gripped him even tighter. Then his finger moved upwards and I almost screamed as I felt his finger on my most sensitive part, the tender nub of my clit. I reached down and quickly eased my panties over my hips and down to mid thighs. I did not want anything to hinder his progress. Now he had two fingers inside me and his thumb was doing exciting things to my clit. I had never experienced such feelings. How wrong my father had been about the sins of the flesh; they were wonderful. Then Brad began to struggle trying to use one hand with his own clothes. I helped him as he stripped off his shirt. He pulled open his belt and I pushed down his Jeans. It was at that moment I felt the hardness of his erection pushing against me. He took my hand and placed it over his hard cock. I gasped! He was so hard! I gripped it tightly, but my fingers would not quite go around it. It was a strange and exhilarating experience to be holding a man's cock in my hand for the first time. He placed his hand over mine and rubbed my hand up and down the hard length of his cock. He was so big! As I continued to rub him, he pushed his boxers down, and now we were both naked. He leaned over and kissed me tenderly. "You are very exciting," he said breathlessly. "I want you. Please," I said. Then he was lying between my legs. He raised my knees, and I closed my eyes and gripped tightly onto the bedclothes as I felt the wonderful sensation as he rubbed the head of his cock up against the lips of my pussy. I could feel his juices mixing with mine. I spread my legs as wide as I could as I felt him begin to enter me. Suddenly his progress stopped. He looked down at me. "My God, Laura, you're a virgin!" he said. I nodded and smiled up at him and kissed him. "But hopefully not for long." He smiled and gently eased himself forward. I thrust my body up to meet him. There was a sharp pain and then he was through. I cried out and wrapped my legs around him pulling him urgently into my body, a woman's body at last. I thoroughly enjoyed my first sexual experience, and my first orgasm. I thanked him as we lay in each other's arms afterwards recovering. After we recovered, he took me for a second time. This time he showed me the doggie position. I found the extra penetration exciting and was turned on even more when I saw Eric sitting on his bed beside the sleeping Gail watching us and rubbing his hands along a hard erection. He smiled as he came over and sat on the bed beside us, still rubbing on his cock with one hand. He reached under me and began to caress my hanging breasts, pulling on my already extended nipples. The feeling was now unbelievable with Brad fucking me from the rear and Eric playing with my breasts. I soon reached another wonderful orgasm. I collapsed onto the bed exhausted but satisfied. Brad rolled off the bed and made his way to the toilet. I felt Eric's hand caressing my butt, sliding down between my thighs into the wetness seeping from my pussy. The touch of his hand was arousing me again. I parted my legs to give him further access, and groaned when I felt his fingers slide into the warm welcoming wetness of my pussy. I glanced down to see him still stroking himself. I placed my hand over his and he moved his to allow me space to grip him. He was not quite as large as Brad, but hard and long. I looked up and saw Brad come back into the room. He looked at the pair of us and smiled. "Are you ready for more?" he asked. I nodded. "Well, I will let Eric have you as long as I get something in return." I looked at him as he took his now semi limp cock in his hand. "You go down on this while Eric screws you." I knew what he wanted, but it was something I had never thought I could do; take a man in my mouth. But what the hell, I was a woman now, and this was what women did for their men. Brad got up onto the bed and propped himself up against the bed head, spreading his legs apart. I positioned myself on my knees as I had been shown and looked down at his cock, the cock that had already been inside me twice. I took it in my hands. This time it was softer. I leaned down and tentatively lifted it to my lips. I licked the end-- it tasted slightly salty. I felt Eric's erection beginning to open me up, and I steeled myself as I felt him slowly ease himself into the tightness of my welcoming pussy. He gripped my thighs and began to fuck me slowly, enjoying the experience. As I ran my tongue over Brad's cock, I felt it beginning to rise and thicken. I at last opened my lips and allowed him inside my mouth. I couldn't believe the excitement I was now feeling as Eric slowly pumped into me from the rear and I sucked on Brad's quickly growing erection. When I felt Eric quicken his pace, I guessed he was about to cum, and I worked harder on Brad. I did not know what to expect. Would he actually cum in my mouth or would he pull out? Suddenly Eric cried out and I felt the sensation of his warm juices flooding into me at almost the same moment. Brad gripped onto my head and thrust it down onto his cock. I almost choked as he rammed himself deep into my throat, and then he, too, came. My mouth and throat were filled with his warm, creamy, musky tasting juices. I gagged and swallowed and felt the sensation of them sliding down my throat. He released my head and I pulled back, his juices running from my mouth and dripping in long, sticky streams onto his legs. I have to admit that my first night of sex was very fulfilling; I had totally enjoyed the whole experience. During the next few weeks, many other similar nights followed, some with Brad on his own, and others when I was shared by the two of them. I don't know if it were down to my strict upbringing, but I enjoyed my new sexual freedom. I loved pushing the boundaries of all that I had been taught to stay away from. I loved the freedom of nakedness, and the restrictions of not wearing clothes. Much to the guys delight, I was happy to parade around naked or semi naked when I was over at their place. At home in my own room, I rarely wore clothes and loved to stand or lie around naked, especially when dad was about outside my room. I hardly ever drew the drapes and would happily undress in full view of the window. We lived on a small private housing estate, and my room was overlooked by several other houses opposite. I could often see curtains being twitched and I knew people were out there watching me. What I liked best was the night time. I would stand close by the window naked with just the local lights or the moonlight for illumination. I would touch myself, and caress my breasts. I knew there were people out there watching me. I could often see movements in the shrubbery. It all came to an end that fateful day when dad got a letter, unsigned, from somebody telling of my nocturnal exhibitions. He stormed up to my room and burst in, finding me in just my panties. He screamed at me, waving the letter, calling me a Jezebel and a whore. "Cover your whore's body," he shouted, "and get yourself out of my house; you have shamed me." Mother came up to see what the fuss was about. I had grabbed a towel and was unsuccessfully trying to cover myself with it. With some difficulty, she pulled him from the room and allowed me to dress. By the time I got downstairs, mother had calmed him down somewhat, but he refused to speak to me and insisted that she take me along to the doctor to see why I was doing such things. Things were strained in the house after that, and just after my 19th birthday, I decided to move out and share a flat with Jane, a work colleague. At last in a place of my own, there were no restrictions and much to Jane's amusement, I rarely wore clothes around the house, I also had a sexually fulfilling social life and had moved on from Brad and Eric. I enjoyed sex in all its forms, and I was never short of anyone to share my bed with. There was never anyone special in my life at that period, and I flitted from one man to another. Some men found me too much like hard work after a few weeks, due to my sexual demands on them. To others, I was a great one night stand, but not someone they would want to settle down with. I had gotten a job as a legal secretary, and it was at a company Christmas party that I first met up with Alex. He was a supervisor in the accounts department, not overly attractive, but I had found him a pleasant guy to chat with on the occasions we had met up in the staff dining room. The company Christmas party was always a bit of a drunken affair, with limitless amounts of drinks being provided by our many grateful suppliers and customers. Alex had latched on to me and we drank together and danced. As the evening wore on, things got a little more intimate, and he groped my body as we shuffled around the crowded floor. I was already feeling slightly horny when he suggested that we might find somewhere a little more private. We found an empty office and immediately his hands were all over me. He squeezed my breasts and pushed himself hard against my body. I was excited to feel an already healthy erection pushing against me. My skirt was up around my waist and my thong around my knees as he assisted me up onto a desk. He pulled off my thong and thrust himself between my legs, fumbling to loosen his pants. Then his cock was out and pressing against my open pussy lips, spreading them. I gasped as I felt him slide inside me. My God, he was so big, I thought to myself, as my love tunnel stretched to accommodate him. He gripped me tightly and began to fuck me. At first, apart from the size, it was like any other fuck I had experienced, but to my surprise, I orgasmed quickly, and Alex continued to thrust into me relentlessly. Several more orgasms wracked my body, but still he continued. He ripped my dress open and pawed at my breasts, pulling my bra down to expose them. He pulled and twisted my extended nipples as I cried out in ecstasy, thrusting my ravaged body up against him. This man was insatiable, like nothing I had ever known. In the end, I was crying for release. We were both drenched in perspiration from our efforts. It was then he came. It was like a fountain exploding inside me. I was filled to overflowing; cum pooled on the desk and ran down my legs ruining my stockings as he eased himself out of me. I wrapped my arms around him and clung to him. "That was incredible," I gasped. He kissed me tenderly on the neck. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he said. He looked at me. I must have looked a mess with my dress up around my waist hanging open to reveal my breasts, my legs still wide apart, and my thighs and stockings running with his juices. I tried to pull my dress together, but he stopped me. "Strip for me, Laura," he said. "I want to see you naked." I slid off the desk feeling the wetness spread under me. He watched as I removed what was left of my clothes and stood naked before him. He looked at me, then reached out and cupped my breasts. "You have such a wonderful body," he said as he slowly and tenderly massaged my breasts. I looked down at his cock still protruding from his pants. It was slowly rising again like a thick purple headed monster, and I took it in my hands and drew them gently along its length. "You want some more?" he said. I nodded, hungrily. "Please," I said, squeezing him with my hands. This time he took me from the rear, laying me down over the desk. Again, it was the same; multiple orgasms and he seemed to go on longer than ever this time. I thought the pleasure would never end. At last we managed to clean ourselves up and get dressed and on slightly unsteady legs I returned to the party. Some people had drifted away and just the hard core drinkers were left. Things now began to get a little wild. Olga, the Swedish blond receptionist, got up on a desk and much to the delight of the men, proceeded to do an extremely sexy striptease. When she was naked, she jumped down into their welcoming arms and allowed them to avail themselves of her ample assets. The last I saw of her was when she was being led away by a couple of them to a more private location for further investigation. There were cries from the men for some of the other ladies to join in and with a little encouragement from Alex, I was assisted up onto the desk. I looked down at the sea of faces around me chanting for me to "Get 'em off." And for the second time that evening I began to remove my clothes. As I slipped out of my dress, I remembered back to those nights back home in the privacy of my bedroom when I had stripped for those unseen faces. Eager hands clutched at my discarded dress as I tossed it into the crowd. It was a wonderfully exciting feeling knowing that everyone wanted to see me naked. I caressed my body, rubbing my hand over my pussy mound, then responding to the cries of, "Yes, Yes." I slowly loosened the clasp of my bra. It was exciting now feeling my breasts were at last free and I tossed my bra into the crowd. I cupped my breasts, squeezing on the already extended nipples, and the crowd below me cheering. Apart from my stockings and shoes, I had just one item left, my brief white thong. It was still damp from my earlier experience with Alex. They screamed they wanted it off; they wanted to see everything. I had never felt such excitement. I could feel I was oozing wetness. I thrust my thumbs under the thin band and stood there for a moment. "Off, Off, Off," they screamed. I gripped it tightly, and then with a tug, I ripped the brief item from my body totally exposing myself to them. I could feel the wetness running down my legs. I nearly swooned with the excitement as they all cheered and cheered. Laura and Alex: The Honeymoon Our wedding at the local Registry Office went off without a hitch. Jane, my old room mate, was my bridesmaid and Peter the best man. I was pleased to see mom again and I think she liked Alex, but then again, who wouldn't? Reception was at the hotel where Alex had spent his stag night and that brought back pleasant memories. We stayed at the hotel overnight and, in bed that night, Alex fucked me like there was no tomorrow. He said it was his wedding present to his beautiful wife. The following day we flew to the beautiful Greek Island of Santorini for our honeymoon. From the airport a local taxi transported us on the thirty minute drive over to the village of Oia perched high on the cliffs overlooking the volcanic islands of the Caldera basin and sparkling blue Aegean Sea. Our home for the next fortnight was the honeymoon suite of the Kirini Suites, a luxury block of apartments, standing high on the cliff. We were shown to our rooms by an attractive olive skinned hotel porter .The rooms were perfect and complete with our spa pool located on an open patio that overlooked the black sandy beaches. I was hot and tired after our journey and the pool looked so inviting that I quickly slipped out of my dress, discarded my bra, and slipped into the cool water. Alex quickly followed me. After a refreshing bubble, I climbed from the pool, discarded my wet panties, and lay down naked on one of the loungers. Alex stood over me smiling. "I think you should remain like that for the rest of the holiday," he said, grinning wickedly. After a short rest, we unpacked and sorted our clothes, changed into fresh outfits, and walked hand in hand down the steep steps towards the beach in search of a place to eat. We found a nice little bar overlooking the sea. A crisp Greek salad with fresh warm bread and a bottle of the local wine soon had us both feeling more relaxed and comfortable. As we looked out over the beach, I was excited to see that most of the women were topless. Some were wearing the popular miniscule thongs and looked almost naked. Alex smiled. "I think this place should suit us very nicely," he said, eyeing one gorgeous Scandinavian looking blond whose costume consisted of a small triangle of material no more than three inches at its widest point. After our meal, we strolled around the small village and checked out what was available. After seeing what the locals were wearing, Alex did not argue when I dragged him into a small but expensive boutique and purchased a couple of the minute string thongs. There was no way I was going to be outdone by the local talent. We made our way slowly back to the Kirini, and I could not wait to try on my purchases. Alex lounged on the bed as I stripped off and slipped into the first of the minute thongs. It just about covered my pussy and left very little to the imagination. Alex was delighted. The whole experience had made us both very horny and we again finished up fucking on the bed before showering and changing for dinner. The evening meal in the Kirini's gourmet restaurant was superb, and afterwards we sat on the public patio drinking brandy and coffee and watched the sun sink in a blaze of glory over the horizon. "Makes a wonderful picture," a voice said behind me. I turned to see an attractive grey haired man with a stunning dark haired woman. "It's wonderful," Alex said. "The People here must be very lucky to live in a place like this." The man nodded and smiled. "Are you on holiday?" "Honeymoon," Alex replied. "We got married in England yesterday." The man congratulated us, and then introduced himself. "I'm Christian and this is my partner, Olive." The dark haired, well tanned woman he was with nodded and flashed a smile. "We are over here on mixing business with pleasure," Christian continued. "I'm an art dealer and I come over here to buy paintings. There are a lot of very accomplished artists living and working on this island." Christian ordered another bottle of wine from the ever attentive waiter and we sat chatting and drinking until it got dark and began to turn cool. Before we left, Christian offered to show us around the Island during our stay. We bade them good night and made our way back to our suite and our first night on Santorini. Back in our room, I quickly slipped out of my dress, and wearing only a brief thong, I wrapped my arms around Alex's neck. "I do love you," I said, kissing him passionately. He responded, slipping his tongue deep into my throat. "I want this to be a night to remember," I said. "I want you to fuck me out there on the patio, in the moonlight under the stars with the sound of the sea in my ears." He smiled and held me tightly. "Your wish is my command, darling." We spread a large towel on one of the sun loungers. I slipped out of my thong and stood watching as Alex quickly stripped off. It was cool and my nipples had already hardened to sharp points. Alex took me in his arms and pressed his naked body against mine. We kissed for a moment, and then he gently laid me on the comfortable lounger. I was wet with anticipation and he entered me quickly. I lay on my back looking up at the millions of stars as Alex fucked me with long, easy strokes. I orgasmed several times before he finally allowed himself to come. He was truly a very considerate lover. After our long journey out here, we both slept late the following morning, and were only woken by a knock on the door. A pretty young waitress came in with a tray with fresh warm croissants, fruit juice, and coffee. She smiled and welcomed us to Santorini as she placed it on the table beside the bed. As we ate, we decided that a relaxing day on the beach would do us both some good, and I guess Alex couldn't wait to see me in public in one of my new thongs. While Alex showered, I lay in bed and glanced through the hotel brochure. I was pleased to discover that there was a beauty treatment room where you could get a massage, and the hotel even had its own wine cellar where regular wine tastings took place. When Alex was finished, I showered and slipped into my new thong. It was incredibly revealing, and when I checked my rear in the long mirror, I looked almost completely naked. Alex's eyes lit up when I came out. "I'm certainly going to enjoy this holiday if you're going to spend your days like that," he said. I slipped into a loose wrap and put my sun creams and oils into a large beach bag. We made the short walk down the steep path to the beach. We were surprised to find it was already quite busy, but we found a couple of free loungers. I sat down and checked around. Many of the women around us were topless, but as far as I could see at the moment, there was no one wearing a string thong like mine. Alex stopped a passing waiter and ordered some drinks. I lay back on the lounger and untied the wrap. Alex smiled at me, and I noticed two guys at the side of us do a quick double take. It felt very exciting to be so exposed on a public beach like this, and I was certainly the centre of attraction, much to Alex's delight. It was especially erotic when Alex offered to refresh my sun cream, and leisurely set about applying it to all the exposed parts, which was most of me. Alex had left me for a moment to get some food when there was a voice beside me. I looked up and saw it was Christian and Olive. "On your own already?" Christian inquired. I smiled and told him that Alex had gone for some food. I began to feel excited when I realised he was looking at my almost totally exposed body. "Do you mind if we park ourselves here?" he asked, pointing to two free loungers. I smiled and shook my head as Olive spread their towels on the beds. She slipped out of her wrap and displayed her own impressive body in a brief but colorful bikini. Just then Alex returned with our food. He smiled as he recognized our two friends from the previous night. We enjoyed our lazy day on the beach. Christian and Olive were good company. Christian and Alex got on well together, and Olive and I swam in the sparklingly clear Aegean Sea. Although a few other women had appeared on the beach in the minute string bikinis, I felt I was still the centre of attraction. I discovered that I received even more attention when I was in the sea as the water made my tiny bikini bottom even more revealing. I guess you were not really supposed to get them wet. At last it was time to make our way back to the apartments. Christian had suggested that we eat together tonight, and we thought that would be a nice idea. Back at last in the privacy of our room, I wrapped my arms around Alex's neck. "I have missed you," I said. "It's nice being with Christian and Olive, but I would rather be with you alone." Alex smiled and pulled me close to him. He kissed me deeply, our tongues exploring. I felt his hands ease aside my wrap and then he was tugging at my brief bikini. Moments later, we were naked. He was between my legs, his hard cock sliding into to my ever welcoming hole. We had slow, leisurely sex, both of us achieving our usual satisfaction, until we fell apart sweaty and exhausted. "Christian was very attracted to you today," he said suddenly. "He wants one of his artist friends to paint you." I looked at him and smiled. "What do you think about it?" I asked. He smiled. "It might be an interesting experience. He asked me if I thought you would pose naked." I grinned. "I guess that's why you were so interested," I said. He smiled and nodded. That evening, Christian told us that he had a yacht at his disposal, and that he was going sailing tomorrow to visit some of his artists who lived on an island. He inquired if we would like to join them. I looked at Alex and he shrugged. "Might be an interesting way to spend the day." So it was agreed. We spent another wonderful night making love under the stars before at last making our way to bed. We had booked an early call for breakfast as Christian wanted to be off by nine a.m. It was already warm with a slight breeze as we made our way down to the harbour. I was quite taken aback when I saw the size of the yacht. I don't know quite what I was expecting, but it was beautiful, about forty feet in length with towering white sails. There was a crew of three on board and the captain, Demitri, greeted us and assisted us on board. The main salon was large and luxurious, and a seaman in a smart white shirt and shorts offered us a cooling glass of orange juice. We set off almost immediately and were soon skimming over the clear blue sea. We all sat in a comfortably cushioned open area at the rear of the yacht. Christian explained to me where we were going and stories about the artists who lived there. Alex was in deep conversation with Olive and I was pleased to see they were getting on well together. During a lull in the conversation, Christian turned to Alex. "Did you ask Laura about my proposal?" Alex looked across at me and smiled. "You mean about her posing? Yes, I have spoken to her and I think she could be interested," he said. He turned and looked at me. I shrugged. "I'm always up for something like that," I said. "It's Alex. He will do anything to get me out of my clothes." Christian grinned. "From what I have seen of you, you will make a stunning model, and I know just the guy to paint you. Pablo has done some wonderful work for me before, and I'm sure you will find he will do you justice." I actually felt quite excited by the proposal. It was about an hour's trip to the island and soon we were tying up at the small quay. Once off the yacht, we made our way to a small quayside bar. A bearded, good looking guy wearing shorts made from tattered cut off jeans got up and greeted Christian. He kissed Olive. Christian introduced us to Pablo and I saw the guy's rather obvious look of interest when I was introduced to him. Christian ordered a bottle of wine and we sat around chatting and drinking. When we had finished the wine, we made our way up the steep rambling streets to a place at the top of the village where the artist, Pablo, lived and worked. His studio was large and airy and extremely untidy. It smelt of oil paint and turps and there were canvases stacked up against the walls. Alex and I sat on a veranda overlooking the sea with Olive, drinking beer from the bottles while Christian and Pablo went through the canvases. When they were done, they came out and joined us. Pablo looked over at me. "Christian tells me you have offered to pose for me," he said. "Have you ever done any modeling before?" I shook my head. I was already beginning to feel somewhat excited at the thought of stripping in front of this interesting guy. "If it's okay by you, I would like to take some photographs of you today to work on, and then maybe later on you could come out for a day or so and we could work together." I looked across at Alex and he smiled and nodded. Christian looked pleased. "Good, it's all settled then." He turned to Olive. "Do you mind stopping here and sorting things out? I'll get the crew from the yacht to come up and pack up the canvases and Alex and I can go with Pablo and find some nice locations." She looked a little disappointed but did not argue. Christian called the yacht on his mobile phone and arranged things, while Pablo collected his camera and checked it out. Then we set out. As we walked up the hillside, I began getting that exciting feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was the thought of stripping naked in front of Christian and Pablo. This obviously would not be a hardship for me. Ever since we had met up with Christian, I could not help but notice the way he had looked at me with his eyes seeming to burn into me. He was one of those guys whose looks seemed to strip the clothes from your body. In an olive grove at the top of the hill, where steep cliffs ran sharply down to the azure sea, there was a small ruined church. Pablo explained that it had fallen into disrepair when most of the islanders had left to live on the larger island. Now brambles and creepers covered its walls. It was an idyllic setting. Christian looked around and nodded. "Yes, I think this will be an ideal location to start with." I saw Alex nod his approval. Pablo turned to me and smiled. "If you would just slip out of your clothes, Laura, we can start." I smiled and started to unfasten my sundress. Undressing would not be a long job as I was only wearing bikini bottoms under my dress. I looked across at Christian who was leaning against an old olive tree watching me with interest as I pulled the thin dress over my head and dropped it onto the grass. I could feel my nipples stiffen in the slight breeze, and I wanted to touch them. I knew they wanted me to strip naked, but I pretended to be a little shy. "Do I need to take everything off?" I asked in a quiet voice. Pablo looked across at Christian who nodded. "Christian wants the girl in the pictures to be naked," he said with a smile, "so if you would." As I pulled on the ties of my bikini bottoms, I looked across at Alex who was as usual enjoying my little show I was putting on. The bikini easily came undone and I pulled it off. It was an exciting feeling to be naked in front of the three of them and I could see that they liked what I had to offer. Pablo quickly got down to work, professionally taking shot after shot as he got me to move around the small ruined building. Christian followed us around seemingly enjoying the sight of my total nakedness. I made sure that he got to see everything, spreading my legs provocatively at every opportunity and letting him enjoy the sight of my most private delights. As usual, my performance quickly made me horny, and I soon could not resist the temptation to touch myself. I at first just gently stroked over my hard extended nipples, then put a hand between my thighs, cupping the moist lips of my pussy. Christian looked over at me as we stopped to change locations. "I think Laura's in need of a break," he said. "I think the shoot is getting her a little excited." I smiled at him. "Feel free to express yourself, Laura," he said. "I'm sure we are all men of the world and know that a woman like you has needs." I took a drink from a bottle of water Alex offered me. As I drank it, I moved one hand down between my legs and began to stroke the outer lips of my pussy. I was not surprise to feel they were damp and my juices were already running freely. I lay back against a large rock and spread my legs, closed my eyes, and began to slip my fingers into the warm wetness, enjoying the sensation and knowing that three pairs of eager eyes were intently watching my brazen display of wantonness. I probed deeper, first with two fingers, and then with three, my thumb rubbing against my clit. Faintly I could hear the click of Pablo's camera. He was actually taking pictures of me. This turned me on even further. I groaned loudly and clutched onto my breast with my free hand, my fingers working even faster. As I neared my climax, I cried out and thrust my hand deep into my gaping pussy, coming with a cry, and felt my warm juices running over my hand. I lay back until the waves of passion had subsided, then I opened my eyes. The three of them were still looking at me. I smiled a weak smile. "Do you feel better after that?" Christian inquired. I nodded. "Much better." They all laughed. I was feeling a little messy after my little display and Pablo suggested that we make our way down the hillside to where there was a small spring. Alex picked up my discarded clothes. There seemed little point in putting them on until I was able to clean myself up, and in any case, no one seemed to mind me remaining naked, especially Christian. The small sparkling spring burst out of the hillside between some boulders, and the guys sat and watched while I bathed and washed myself clean in the clear cold water. Pablo continued to take pictures of me. Afterwards, I slipped back into my bikini bottoms, but still didn't bother with my dress so as to allow myself to dry in the hot sun. I had redressed again by the time we arrived back at Pablo's place. Olive was sitting on the patio drinking wine. The canvases had all been packed and transported back down to the yacht. "You guys have fun?" Olive inquired, Christian smiled. "Yes, it was an interesting little excursion, thanks to Laura. I think Pablo managed to get what he required." We all sat around and helped Olive dispose of the rest of the wine before we said our good-bys to Pablo and made our way back down to the yacht. It was mid afternoon as we cast off from the small quay and the sun was hot. I guessed no one would object as I slipped out of my dress and lay back in just my bikini bottoms. "No point in wasting an opportunity to improve my tan," I said to the smiling Alex. He agreed. Olive got up and went below to return in a few minutes also topless. I saw the expression on Alex's face when she appeared. Her breasts were larger than mine, though not quite so firm, and they moved and swayed with the movement of her body. She had large dark areolas with even darker protruding nipples. The one thing I did notice that I had not noticed before, maybe because of her dark tan, was some darker stripes across her back and exposed buttocks. I wondered how she had come by them, but I did not like to ask. Christian produced a large bottle of champagne and we spent an interesting trip on our return back to the big island drinking the ice cool champagne as we skimmed over the clear blue waters. We parted company with Christian when we arrived back on Santorini. He wanted to arrange some onward transportation of the pictures he had bought, so he suggested that Olive make her way back to the apartments with us and he would join us later. Alex thanked him for the trip, but Christian shrugged it off. "The pleasure was all mine," he said. "You have a very beautiful wife and I'm sure she is going to make us all some money." Laura and Alex: The Honeymoon Back at the apartments, we invited Olive to join us until Christian returned. She happily agreed. "Once he gets involved with his paintings, he loses track of time," she said. We went out on to the patio and Alex rang room service for some drinks. It was over an hour before Christian arrived back. He did not stop as it was almost dinner time and we all had to change. Olive thanked us for our company and said they would meet up with us in the restaurant. The meal that evening was superb, and by the end of it, we were all feeling nice and relaxed. We had all been drinking steadily all day. We had a drink on the patio and Christian suggested that we go back to their suite as he had something he wanted to show us. Their place was a replica of ours, and we sat on the patio in the late evening sunlight. Christian brought out some pictures to show us. They were nudes. "Painted by Pablo," he explained. They were wonderful. I could see why he thought so highly of him. It was in the expressions on the faces and in the shapes of the bodies of the models. I felt a sudden excitement. This guy portrayed wantonness in the women he painted. As we drank more wine and the conversation got more intimate, I even blushed slightly when Christian told Olive about my impromptu demonstration that afternoon. That led on to even more revealing stories from Alex about how we met and my little show at his stag party. "I think we are two very lucky men," Christian said to Alex. "We both seem to have wives who other men only dream about." Alex smiled. "I could see from your expression this afternoon," Christian continued, "that you enjoyed watching Laura sexually relieving herself in front of us, and from what you have told us, you both enjoy the thrill and excitement you give to each other." Alex nodded and clutched my hand tightly, smiling lovingly at me. Christian smiled over at his partner. "Olive and I have a similar arrangement to you, but on a different level. Olive takes her pleasures from pain." Suddenly I remembered the marks on her back and buttocks. "Until I met Olive, I had never raised my hand to a woman. I was brought up to believe that a man who struck a woman was a monster and a bully, but Olive has taught me differently. Pain can be administered in such a way that it brings incredible pleasure to the victim." He went on to explain that back home they were active members of a BDSM group. He smiled across at me. "Olive, like you, also likes to take her pleasures in public. She likes nothing better than to be secured, stripped naked, and punished before an appreciative audience." I looked across at Olive. She gave me a weak smile and ran a tongue across her lips. On the sofa, I could see Alex looking at her, a hungry expression on his face, and I noticed with some amusement the rising protrusion in his pants. There was a silence in the room for some minutes as we all sat and drank our wine. Then Christian got to his feet. "I think a little demonstration is in order," he said. Olive looked up a little startled, but Christian smiled at her. "Laura provided the entertainment this afternoon, so it is up to us to provide it tonight." Opening a wardrobe, he bent inside and pulled out a canvas holdall. He set it on a small table, unzipped it, and pulled out some rope, one a short piece about a meter long with leather cuffs at either end. He motioned to Olive to stand up. I could see she was somewhat nervous, but she willingly held out her arms and allowed him to strap the cuffs around her wrists. He took up the longer rope and looked around. Then he pulled up a chair, and standing on it, passed the rope around a large wooden beam. He tested his weight on the rope before getting down. He spoke to Olive as he tied the longer rope on to the one securing her wrists. I could not catch what he said to her, but she looked over to where we were still sitting and watching, and smiled. When he had finished securing the rope, he looked at us and began pulling on the rope. Olive's arms were slowly pulled up over her head, and then he strained as he began to lift her off her feet. With her toes just a few inches from the marble floor, he then secured the rope on to a door handle. Olive hung there, swinging slowly, looking more than a little uncomfortable. Christian turned to us looking pleased with his effort. He must have seen the slightly worried looks on our faces. He smiled. "Don't look so worried. I can assure you that Olive is a more than willing partner." He looked at her as she licked her lips, smiled, and slowly nodded her head. "The first time I saw her get thrashed I almost cried. Olive, I found out later, had been into BDSM long before I met her. It was she who took me to our first event. She was the first woman at the event to be tied to a cross member, stripped, and then whipped. She had arranged it to be that way. Two men had to restrain me at first. They held me in front of her as two other men laid into her with leather whips. After the first half dozen strokes, I saw the expression on her face was not one of pain and anguish as I would have expected, but one of sheer pleasure. The more they beat her, the more she loved it, calling out for them to hit her harder. After a while, I too found myself enjoying the show. There were a couple of dozen people in the room, both men and women, who cheered on every stroke. When it was at last over, she was released and fell into my arms. One of the other members helped me to take her into a small room. We laid her face down on a bed. Her back and buttocks were crisscrossed with angry red wheals. She didn't speak until the helper had left the room, and then she turned and smiled at me. "Please fuck me, Christian," "she said. He stopped and turned and looked at Olive, still swinging gently. "That night in that small room was the greatest sex we had ever had, and it's been the same ever since." I looked across at Alex and saw him wipe beads of perspiration from his face. Christian went over to Olive. He unbuttoned the top buttons on her dress. Then gripping hold of it, he roughly pulled it down her body. It fell in an untidy heap below her feet. Under it she was wearing a strapless bra and a white thong. I could not help but notice a damp stain already visible on the white thong. The bra was the next item to be removed. Her breast jerked and swung as the bra was ripped from her body. It was clearly noticeable that her nipples were already erect and standing out sharply from the dark circles of her areolas. Christian ran his finger over the wet patch on her thong and there was an audible groan from Olive. "She's juicing up already," he said smiling as he held the finger up to his nose. Then he gripped the thong and tore it from her body. As the thin material ripped, she swung wildly and Christian steadied her. Now that she was naked, her pubes shaved clean, the lips of her pussy clearly visible, you could see the wetness streaking the inside of her thighs. I smiled as I saw Alex trying to subdue a rising erection as he took in every exposed inch of Olive's nakedness. Christian left her hanging there for a moment as he took a swig of his wine. She had a beautiful body, her breasts pulled taught with her arms held above her head, her nipples sharply pointed. The flatness of her stomach and the delightful sight of her exposed pussy drew our eyes. I felt a sudden urge to run over and take her nakedness in my arms, to run my tongue around her nipples, to kneel and lick the juices from her thighs. I shuddered at the thought. Christian went to the bag on the table. He took from it a long wooden paddle, something like a short cricket bat. He brought it down on his hand with a sharp whack. He smiled as he positioned himself behind Olive. I cringed as the bat was brought down sharply on her bare bottom. She squealed. It was brought down again a second time, this time on the other cheek. Each time the bat landed on her, her body jerked. Her luscious breasts quivered, and her legs swung open. I was fascinated by the scene in front of me. I had never experienced anything like it. I knew about BDSM, but had never experienced it myself. To actually see someone enjoying pain was an eye opener. In the meantime, Alex could not take his eyes off the helpless woman. His hands were deep in his pockets gripping on to a rock hard erection. I sidled over towards him. He made no objection as I unzipped his pants and slipped my hand inside to grip his engorged member. I rubbed him off tenderly as Christian continued to rain blows on Olive's perfect backside. It did not take him long to cum and his hot juices exploded and ran over my encircling fingers. He fell back, sighing contentedly. I could see that Olive was now in a very aroused state. She was shouting to Christian to hit her harder. He smiled and whispered something in her ear. She looked across at me and nodded excitedly. Christian came over. "She wants you to continue the punishment," he said. I looked up at him shaking my head. "I can't," I said. "I've never hit a woman or anybody for that matter." Christian smiled. "Just try it." He pressed the paddle into my hands. Alex looked at me. "Go on, girl. You can do it." I got up unsteadily and moved towards the naked figure of Olive. She smiled. "You can't hurt me," she said. "Show them what you can do." I stood behind her. I could see her bottom was reddened from the paddling she had taken from Christian. I winced as I brought the paddle down for the first time. It wasn't that hard, but Olive cried out, "Yes, oh yes," as the wooden bat struck her tender skin. I hit her again a little harder this time and for a moment the thought of my father hitting me when I was a young girl flashed through my mind. The third stroke was harder and Olive let out a long low groan. I realised I was perspiring. I wiped my hand across my brow. "If you're hot, you can always strip for us." I looked over at the two of them sitting watching me; it was Christian who had spoken. I looked at Alex. He nodded. I pulled open the buttons of my sun dress and pushed it down over my hips. I wasn't wearing a bra, just a brief thong. All but naked I swung the bat again it landed with a thwack on her already reddened bottom. I couldn't believe this. I was really beginning to enjoy myself. Olive was crying out for more and I redoubled my effort. I could feel the perspiration running down between my breasts. Suddenly, she screamed out and I realised she had orgasmed. I stood there watching as her body twitched and jerked on the rope. I dropped the bat and went to her. I wrapped my arms around her naked body. I could feel her pressing herself against me. "Thank you, oh thank you," she gasped. I moved my hand down between her legs feeling the warm juices running from her pussy on my fingers. "Suck her," a voice behind me said, and I knew it was Alex. I looked up at Olive and she nodded. "Please, Laura," she whispered. I sank down on my knees in front of her. I could sense the warm musky smell of her pussy. Her thighs were streaked with her juices. I leaned forward and buried my face in her wetness. My tongue delved into the sweetness of her slit. I gripped onto her thighs, pressing myself into her, my exploring tongue searching her depths. I was so engrossed in my job that it was not until I felt my thong being drawn down that I realised that someone was behind me. I didn't know who it was, but by that time I didn't care either. Exploring fingers eased apart my legs and spread my pussy lips to allow access to the warm wet interior. As I continued to give Olive the treatment, I gasped as I felt the hardness of a cock rubbing against my portals. I knew it wasn't Alex because he was larger than this. Then with a thrust, he was inside me. I gasped and I felt hands gripping me as he continued to thrust into me. Olive spread her legs giving me total access to her pussy while Christian pounded into mine from the rear. I could only guess that Alex was enjoying the spectacle. We all came almost in unison as Olive's juices ran over my face and I felt Christian erupt inside me, which immediately brought on my own orgasm. I sank to the floor as Christian slid out of me. I rested for a few minutes, then Christian helped me to my feet. I stepped out of my thong that was still around my legs, and Christian led me over to the bubbling spa and helped me in. The warm scented water felt wonderful. Then he released Olive and she came over and sank into the pool beside me. Christian filled up all our glasses before he and Alex stripped and joined us. It did not take long in the bubbling water before we were soon all revived again. Beneath the water, a searching hand eased my legs apart. I looked at Christian who was sitting beside me. He smiled. I allowed him to slip his hand between my legs, and then I closed them, gripping him tightly. I grinned. On the other side of the spa, I was not surprised to see Alex taking full advantage of Olive's nakedness. One hand was caressing her breast, and I could only guess where the other one was. Later, I lay back in Christian's arms, his hand gently caressing my breast, and watched my husband make love to Olive. I must say I was a little jealous to see him thrusting into her, but I knew he would be more than ready for me when we returned home. The following morning I had a tender pussy and a slightly sore head. Strong coffee and a large breakfast helped my head, but there was little I could do for my pussy but apply soothing baby cream. We had a quiet day on the beach, totally relaxing. Christian was away on business and I'm not sure where Olive was, probably recovering from the night before, but it was nice to be on our own for the day. Christian wasn't back by dinner time, and after a nice meal, we decided on an early night. Things down below were feeling a lot better and well enough to take full advantage of what Alex had to offer. Afterwards, we lay in each others arms contentedly and fell asleep. Laura and Alex I could see Alex looking up at me with a big grin on his face. Eager hands assisted me down off the table; others groped my exposed charms. It was exciting to feel so many hands on my body caressing my breasts, rolling my nipples, and dipping into the warm wetness between my thighs. Alex allowed them to avail themselves of me for several minutes before gently removing me from the exploring hands. The problem now was that my clothes had completely disappeared and I had nothing apart from my stockings and shoes, not that being naked worried me at all. I guess nobody in the room was going to object while I continued to display myself to them, but I did have to go home. While I might have enjoyed the excitement of going home naked, the sight of a totally naked woman in the street might not be received well by everyone. Alex solved the problem by providing me with his jacket. It was slightly on the short side, but it did cover the essentials. As we went down in the lift, I looked at myself in the long mirror. There was a gap of about two inches between my stocking tops and the bottom of the jacket, and the jacket being single breasted exposed rather a lot of cleavage; but at least it would get me home. The taxi driver's eyes widened and he smiled as he pulled up for us. I saw him adjust his mirror as we settled down into the seat and I tried to make sure that everything was covered. It was about a forty minute drive back to my apartment and Alex put his arm around me and drew me to him. "I've had a wonderful evening," he said. "I do hope we are going to see more of each other." I grinned. "I don't think there's a lot more of me for you to see." He laughed. "You have been a great sport." We chatted on for awhile and he said that he had never come across a woman like me who felt so comfortable about exposing her body. I smiled and told him how much it excited me. He looked up and saw the driver watching us through the rear view mirror. He smiled at me and reached down and unbuttoned the jacket. I gripped his hand as he released the last button, but then I let go and I smiled at him. He slowly eased the jacket apart, and there was a sudden blaring of car horns as the taxi swerved because the driver lost concentration. The taxi slowed to a more leisurely pace as Alex treated the driver to an intimate exhibition of my body. He caressed my breasts and eased my legs apart allowing the driver to see his fingers enter me. He worked his fingers into me rotating my clit with his thumb. The excitement of such a blatant display brought me off quickly. The street was empty when we at last arrived back at my apartment. Alex said he would not come up as it was so late. I was both glad and sad. I was not sure that I could have managed him again, but I would certainly have given it a go. He got out of the taxi with me and we kissed. "Bring my jacket back in with you on Monday," he said. I smiled. "It's OK, you can take it with you," I said slipping out of it. I treated them both to a last look at my nakedness as I made my way up the steps to my door where I turned and waved at them as they pulled away. Soon after Christmas, Alex asked me to marry him and I quickly agreed. We married in the spring. Mother came to the wedding, but my farther stayed away. That was the start of a most erotic and exciting relationship. I found my new life with Alex rewarding and sexually satisfying.We both had the same views of life. I had quickly realised from that first meeting at the Christmas party that he got a thrill from seeing me naked and exposed before strangers. It was also something that had always excited me from being a teenager, and I was more than willing to play along with his little games. There were trips to the supermarket with me wearing just a coat with nothing on under it and the occasional flash to unsuspecting but appreciative onlookers, and displays in department store dressing rooms where accidentally on purpose I did not pull the curtain across completely. But the ones we both enjoyed the most was the public sex. I enjoyed nothing better than Alex screwing me while we were being observed by others. It completely turned me on. The first time we did it was at his stag party a week or so before the wedding. When he suggested it, I was completely freaked out. Just the thought of having sex with Alex while his friends looked on turned me on so completely that he had to satisfy my needs and screw me before he could explain further. He had it all worked out. I was to be the stripper at his stag party, and because several of his friends already knew me, I would have to wear a mask to conceal my face. "Not that many of them would be looking at your face," he said with a grin. We had fun finding a costume, and toured the local costume hire shops where I tried on a naughty school girl costume, a policewoman, and even a sexy nun before we finally came up with a Salome costume that I loved. I had always fancied myself doing the dance of the seven veils. I was excited as the evening of the party approached, and only the evening before I had greeted Alex on his return from work dressed only in a short maid's apron. I love surprising him. Not for the first time the evening meal suffered as he satisfied both our needs before we sat down to dinner. Alex had booked a suite at the local five star hotel for his party. He had arranged for me to appear around 10 p.m. after the meal and when everyone would be getting merry. After he had left, I took a long shower and prepared myself carefully. Alex insisted that I completely shave my pubes and I carefully made sure that nothing marred my smooth pouting pussy lips. I applied a little rouge to enhance my nipples, and then slipped into the costume. The veils were attached to two slim gold straps, one that went around my neck, the other around my waist. The first one, or the last one, depending on if you were coming or going, attached to the belt around my waist, passed between my legs, and fastened again at the rear. This would be the last one to come off and concealed the delights of my pussy. The next two attached to the neck strap and hung down covering my breasts. Finally, the last four larger ones hung around me. The material of the veils was quite transparent and my nakedness only slightly obscured by the other veils was clear to see. The costume did come with a body stocking, but I decided that this was not what Alex wanted his guests to see so I left it off. A pair of gold eastern slippers adorned my feet. I was just about ready when the bell rang. I looked through the window and saw a taxi waiting for me in the street. I put the mask I was to wear in my overnight bag and pulled a long coat over my rather revealing costume. It was only a short ride to the hotel. I gave my name to the receptionist and she handed me a room key. I was pleased that Alex had arranged for us to stay at the hotel overnight. I was seated before the mirror in our room doing the final touches to my make up when the phone rang. It was Alex. "Put your mask on, darling. I'm sending Peter up for you. I love you." Peter was Alex's life long friend and he was to be the best man at our forthcoming wedding. I had only met him once before. I was getting even more excited now that the moment had actually arrived. I knew that in just a short time I would be totally naked in front of Alex's friends, and I would be again experiencing that wonderful feeling of his cock thrusting into my ever open pussy. I adjusted my mask as the bell on the door rang. I opened the door to find Peter standing there smiling as he looked at my costume. "There's no doubt that you are the stripper for the stag party," he said. "They're ready and waiting for you. Have you got some music for me?" I smiled as I handed him a cassette we had prepared. As we made our way down the hallway, he explained to me that it was his best friend's stag night, and he wanted me to put on a show to remember. "I'm not sure just how far you're willing to go," he said with some hesitation, "but here's an extra hundred quid for you if you're willing to do something special." I looked at him, an amused smile on my face under the mask. "Something special?" I asked innocently. "Like what?" His faces reddened. "Well, are you willing to go as far as actually having sex with him?" I took the roll of notes out of his hand. "I'm sure that I can come up with something that will satisfy everyone," I said sweetly. He told me to stay outside the door till he had arranged the music. I stood there as he disappeared. Suddenly, things inside the room went quiet, and I heard my music start up. Peter opened the door for me, and with mounting excitement about what was about to happen, I floated inside. There was a round of applause as I entered, and I was surprised to see so many people. There must have been about fifty or so. Alex was seated in large chair in an area that had been cleared for me in the centre of the room, and after a glance around, I began my dance. The lights had been dimmed in the room, but I knew that as I lightly floated around, everyone could clearly see that I was wearing very little apart from the veils. Soon the first veils were drifting to the floor. When the third and forth veils went, I knew that my breasts were almost visible, the darkened nipples clearly showing through the thin material. I teased them for a while, becoming more excited myself. I removed first one and then the other veil that partially obscured my breasts from view. With my breasts at last totally exposed, I caressed them, squeezing my hard nipples. I danced over to where Alex was sitting and offered them to him like ripe fruit. There was a round of applause as he leaned forward and slowly licked each protruding nipple in turn. With one last veil to go, I danced around the room, my breasts swaying gently with the movements of my body. The crowd was hushed and expectant. Inside me the excitement was mounting as fifty people looked on all eager to see my total nakedness. As the music started to die away, I pulled the last veil away revealing the delights of my totally shaven pussy. There was loud applause as the music ended. I slowly made my way over to where Alex was sitting and sank down onto my knees before him. He licked his lips and the crowd looked on in awed silence as I began to unfasten his pants and slide down his zip. With some difficulty, I managed to extract his already erect cock from the confines of his pants. It stood proud in my hands as I ran my hands along it length. Then there was a loud groan from the people watching as I leaned forward and took him in my mouth and began to work on him, sliding my lips up and down his hard cock. I think he was so turned on by my performance that it did not take much effort to make him come. The watching crowd cheered as I gratefully swallowed every last drop, and came away licking my lips. I got up from my knees and walked over towards the crowd. It was exciting to see them all gazing hungrily at my naked body, everyone wishing they were in Alex's position. I smiled at them as I selected a chair which I carried back and placed in front of Alex. Then bending over the chair, I rested my hands on the seat and spread my legs. In this position, I knew Alex could see the pink wetness of my slightly spread pussy lips. It was an open invitation, one which he quickly accepted. He was quickly up behind me and there was a cheer from around the room as he speared his weapon into my waiting hole. Then grabbing my thighs, he began to fuck me with vigor with the crowd cheering him on. I couldn't believe how exciting and randy it made me to be fucked like this, standing naked in front of his friends while he plowed into me. There was even more encouragement when he finally came, and I cried out as he pumped his juices into my womb. Then he took me a second time, this time laid out across a table, my legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping into the firm flesh of my breasts. At last the show was over. Peter had gathered up my discarded costume and he escorted me back to the room. He thanked me for making his friend's night so special. "You put on a great show for us," he said. Later, as I relaxed in a warm bath, letting the warm scented water sooth my body, I waited for the party to finish knowing that there was still more work for me to do when Alex at last returned to me. Laura and Cathy’s Carnal Cruise "Are you sure that you're going to be okay while I'm away, honey?" "Laura, for Pete's sake, I'm not a kid. Go and have yourself a good time and don't worry about me. It'll be good for you to have a few days on your own. Oh, and honey.... I meant what I said. If you meet somebody that appeals to you, go for it! You may never have an opportunity like this again." Laura's twin sister Cathy had asked her to go on a four-day cruise to Jamaica and her husband had encouraged her to go. Steve had been encouraging Laura to sleep with other men for a long time. A couple of years ago he began to have trouble maintaining an erection, and they'd gone through some rough times. She had been lonely and frustrated and had a torrid affair with Ben Vandeman, a coworker at her office. Inevitably, Steve found out and became very angry, insisting on hearing all the details. Surprisingly, when she told him that Ben had a huge cock, Steve had become so turned on they'd enjoyed the best sex in years. "Oh Steve, if I don't meet anyone, I hope you wont be disappointed," she blushed. "Besides... if I did, what would I tell Cathy? What would she think?" "I'm sure you can come up with something sweetheart. You know, Cathy's always thought that you're prettier than she is, so she's probably invited you along to attract some men. And don't forget, she knows all about your affair with Ben so it probably wouldn't come as a big surprise to her if you wanted to have another little fling. If you did happen to meet somebody, it would be a good excuse for her to let her hair down!" Laura knew what he meant. After her marriage had ended Cathy became uptight and a bit of a prude. Steve said to Laura that Cathy probably missed having sex and just needed a good fuck. Laura craved excitement but she felt the chances of anyone finding a 47-year-old woman attractive would be slim, and she was hesitant about Steve. Although he said it would turn him on she still worried that he might change his mind and think of her as a slut. The sound of a car horn brought her out of her daydreams. . "There's your ride, honey..... I guess it's time to say goodbye. Here, give me a hug and I'll help get your bags out to the car!" It was times like these when Laura realized how lucky she had been to find such a wonderful man. Although Steve had put on a little weight and gotten grayer over the years, he was still ruggedly handsome and apart from the sex, they'd had remarkably few problems. It was a bonus that now she had the freedom to sleep with other men. "Oh, Steve, I love you and I'm really going to miss you! Thank you so much for letting me go on this trip. You have no idea how much I appreciate it, I've never really had a chance to spend any time with Cathy." "I'll miss you too, but I'll get by. It's only for a few days. Off you go sweetheart...I love you....I'll see you in a couple of weeks." As they arrived at the dock, Laura and Cathy could hardly contain all their excitement. After they boarded the ship and found their cabin, the sisters unpacked their bags and set off to explore their new home away from home. Later that evening after they had a rest Cathy suggested they go for cocktails in one of the ship's many lounges. "What do you think Laura? We don't have to go for long. It is our first night, and we're both so excited it will probably help us get some sleep!" "Actually, a drink does sound like a good idea! What are you thinking of wearing, Cathy?" "I thought I might put on my new red dress. It makes me look a lot slimmer and I've been dying to wear it!" After her husband had left for greener pastures, Cathy had turned to food for solace and had put on a lot of weight. Laura had always been careful with her diet and had managed to stay quite petite. As they walked around the ship, she noticed quite a few men checking her out. She didn't know if it was Steve's prodding or the motion of the ship, but she couldn't believe how horny she felt. "I wasn't going to dress up, but if that's what you're going to wear, maybe I'll wear my new top with my black skirt." The twin sisters had gone all out, and bought themselves a number of new outfits especially for the trip. Laura went through her things and pulled out her brand new white cotton halter-top and short black pleated skirt. She slipped on her favorite silk panties then painted her nails a bright red and brushed her long auburn hair until it shined. After applying matching lip-gloss and her favorite perfume, she put on the skirt and top and struck a sexy pose. "How do I look Cathy? What do you think of this outfit?" "Laura, you always look good. I sure like that new lip-gloss you've got on...Jeez, you even did your nails to match!" "It looks sexy, doesn't it? Steve teases me about it. He calls it my slutty look!" "No matter how much I dress up Laura, you always outshine me. How am I ever going to meet anyone? The men will be all over you. After all, I'm the one who's single!" "Well, I'm not going to dress down for you, besides my husband likes it when I get lots of looks." "Well Steve's not here, but if he were I'm not sure if he'd like you looking quite that nice!" "Cathy, can I trust you to keep a secret?" "Of course you can!" "Steve told me to enjoy myself on this cruise and that's exactly what I plan to do! Do you remember the year Steve and I were separated, and I had an affair with Ben Vandeman?" "Of course I do, that really shocked me. I always thought you and Steve were so together!" "Well, when Ben took me to bed I found out his cock was twice as big as Steve's! The sex was just incredible. Don't get me wrong, my husband's a good lover but Ben took me places I never thought possible, and oh god, his cock was so thick! It filled me up so much, and Cathy, you wouldn't believe how much he came!" "Laura, I'm surprised at you!" "Well I only have one life to live. I've missed fucking someone with a big cock. In fact, I've missed it so much if the right person should come along, I just might go to bed with him. Let's be honest, I didn't buy all these sexy new outfits for nothing. Cathy, if I do sleep with someone I hope you won't think badly of me!" "Well, since you're being so honest, I have a little confession of my own. When I was married to Fred, I had an affair too. It was with a man from Jamaica I met in my yoga class. Have you ever heard the saying 'once you go black you'll never go back?' Well, I found out why, the guy's dick was huge! Poor Fred was always so drunk that he never even noticed how long my yoga sessions were getting to be! So there you are! I guess I'm hardly in a position to judge you, am I?" "And here Steve and I were thinking you were turning into a real prude! It feels so good to get everything out in the open, doesn't it Cathy?" "Yes it does, but you know, I'm not sure you know just how lucky you are. I've always envied your relationship. I'd love to have someone just like Steve." "Well I guess the grass is always greener, I envy you too Cathy. I've always been turned on to the idea of going to bed with a black man, it seems so naughty!" "It was pretty incredible! That's why I picked Jamaica for this holiday. I want to find out if all the Jamaican men have dicks like that!" "God Cathy, if you really want me to be faithful to Steve, you shouldn't be telling me all this. It's making me horny. Anyway, if we're going to have that drink, we should get going. It's getting quite late." ********** "Jerome, what do you say we call it a night? I don't think there are any decent women on this boat." "Jesus Clarence, give it half a chance, we've only been here an hour and a half and you already want to pack it in. Patience my man, patience. I've got a feeling were going to get lucky tonight." Jerome and Clarence had been close friends since they were boys. They had both beaten the odds and won scholarships to pay their way through university. Upon graduation, they were both offered positions as chemical engineers for the same company. Their job involved a lot of travel so they remained bachelors. As they'd been away in Qatar overseeing the construction of a new oil refinery, they hadn't seen any women for the past three months. Upon their return, Jerome had come up with the idea of going on a cruise. They needed a holiday and he'd heard the cruises were usually filled with horny white women looking for a good time. "Yeah, right! Jerome, my man, I should never have let you talk me into this holiday. C'mon, let's get going. We'll try again tomorrow." "Wait, don't get up! I knew it! I knew if we just waited, some pussy would eventually show up. Wait till you see the two foxes that just walked in the door. They look like sisters and they've got 'fuck me' written all over them! Turn around real slow man, don't make it look too obvious!" "Sweet Jesus Jerome, you weren't kidding, look at the caboose on the bigger one! She's sure built for comfort!" "Well, I like the one in black. She has the cutest little ass and the most suckable titties I've seen in a long long time. Be cool Clarence, we'll send them over a drink, and I'll bet we'll have them in the sack in no time at all!" Feeling a little nervous, the sisters entered the darkened lounge and found a nice private booth off to the side of the stage. Illuminated by candlelight, the table was private and yet felt romantic with a beautiful arrangement of white roses sitting on a red tablecloth. They'd barely sat down and got themselves comfortable when the bartender appeared and presented a chilled bottle of champagne and poured them each a glass. "Ladies, the two gentlemen seated over by the piano sent you this champagne. They've asked me to thank you for gracing the lounge with your presence and say that they would be honored if they could join you." Laura blushed and looked around the room. "What...who ....where?" He pointed out two tall, good-looking black men that were smiling and nodding to them from across the room. "Oh.... Of course, please thank them for us, and tell them it would be our pleasure." The sisters giggled nervously as the young men approached their table. They'd barely been in the lounge for two minutes, and two sexy black hunks were already hitting on them! "Hello ladies! I'm Jerome Miller, and this is my friend Clarence Simpson. Thank you so much for brightening up our evening!" "Hi Jerome, Hi Clarence, I'm Laura, and this is my sister Cathy. Thank you so much for the champagne, it was very timely! We just came in to celebrate our first trip together." As they chatted, Laura felt herself becoming quite damp. She was tempted but wondered how Steve would feel about her going to bed with a young black stud. By the time they had emptied their second bottle of champagne Laura didn't really care how he'd feel, nothing was going to stop her from fucking Jerome. She noticed Cathy was hitting it off with Clarence too. Jerome drained his glass and stood up as the singer broke into an old Lionel Ritchie tune. "Would you care to dance Laura?" "Why, thank you Jerome I'd love to. 'Hello' has always been one of my favorite songs! It's so romantic!" "Yes it is, isn't it? And I can't think of a prettier lady to enjoy it with!" As they twirled around the small dance floor, the words in the song 'Is it me you're looking for?' seemed so appropriate. "God Jerome, I can't believe how much you're turning me on." "You feel it too, don't you sugar? Let's not fight it baby, it feels so right!" Jerome put his big hands under her ass and pulled her close. Laura felt his cock throbbing against her belly as they waltzed by Clarence and Cathy. Clarence had a strange look on his face. It looked like Cathy was doing something with his cock under cover of the table. "Would you like to go out on the deck for some air Laura?" "Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea. Gee, Clarence and Cathy sure look like they're having a good time!" "Yeah, they do seem to be hitting it off." he chuckled. "They'd better cool it though, or somebody might throw a bucket of cold water on them!" Jerome and Laura slipped quietly out of the lounge. He put his arm around Laura's waist and they walked along the upper deck until they came upon a bench in a darkened corner. Laura asked him to sit down. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she kneeled in front of him, unfastened his belt and pulled down his zipper. "I've been dying to see what's been poking into me out on the dance floor!" she whispered, as she rolled down the waistband on his shorts. Twelve inches of thick black cock sprang up and waved before her face. "Oh my god Jerome, it's beautiful. It's so big!" Laura untied her halter-top and allowed her breasts to hang free. She pulled on her swollen nipples as she stretched her lips around the head of his massive cock. Laura's sweet perfume mixed with the musky scent of her sex. Jerome's balls ached for release. "Oh god yeah, that's it, oh yeah... suck that dick! Be careful baby, I haven't had a woman in a long, long time. There's going to be an awful lot of cum when I blow my load!" Jerome held onto the back of her head and slowly fucked her face. As she squeezed her tits and played with her nipples, he noticed Laura's rings sparkling on her hand. Man, the married ones are always the horniest! I wonder what hubby would think if he knew what his wife was up to! She sure can suck cock! "Easy baby!" he cried. "I'm almost there.... Easy....easy... oh god baby, I warned you, here it comes... Oh fuck...oh fuck....oh god all fucking mighty!" All the warm salty cum Jerome had been storing up for three months blasted into her mouth, bloating out her cheeks like a chipmunk, before it slipped on down her throat. Some of it bubbled out the sides of her mouth and dripped onto her tits. She picked the warm thick jism up with her fingers and massaged it onto her nipples. Laura had missed the sexual high she got from pleasuring a big throbbing cock. I'd love it if Steve were here to see this she thought with a smile. ********** Cathy felt Clarence's hand creep up her thigh as she jerked him off. She glanced around the room to make sure no one was looking and parted her legs. His hand traveled up under her skirt into her panties, and inserted a finger into her sopping wet snatch. "Bring me off baby," she whispered. "It's been such a long time for me!" Cathy felt Clarence thick fingers teasing her pussy, slowly increasing their pace and massaging her clit in a circular motion that had her gripping his cock tightly as she felt her orgasm build. She looked around the dance floor for Laura and Jerome and realized they'd gone... She moaned with pleasure as the pressure increased until suddenly her cunt relaxed and let go, squirting a warm stream of liquid all over his hand and her new dress. "Oh god, Clarence, I'm so sorry," she whispered, remembering where she was. "I've never done that before! Your cock is so big I guess I got overexcited! I'm so embarrassed!" "Don't be, sugar. I'll take it as a compliment. I like it when my ladies squirt! I don't often make women come that much. Here, take my napkin and clean yourself up. It looks like Jerome's probably taken Laura off to our cabin for a bit of fun. You'll have to change, so let's go back to your place." Cathy dabbed at her pussy, doing the best she could to dry herself off, then they finished their champagne and set off for her cabin. After locking the door and drawing the curtain, she slipped off her dress and panties, took a blanket off the bed, and laid it on the floor. Clarence slipped off his trousers and lay back on the blanket with his cock sticking in the air. Cathy straddled him, reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra to release her heavy pendulant breasts. They hung like two ripe melons, their large puffy nipples pointing towards the thick bush of dark hair that covered her lower belly. With a desperate pleading look, she reached underneath herself and placed his cock in her opening, and then lowered herself down onto his massive black shaft. "Fuck me Clarence... please baby, fuck me real good!" "I'll fuck you all right! I'm going to do you until you squirt all over the fucking room! Would you like that?" Clarence gave her big ass a slap and Cathy squealed with pain. "Answer me you fucking cunt." "Yes... oh god yesss! I like it when you talk dirty to me, you big black bastard! Make me your fucking slut!" She raised herself up and down, gradually increasing her pace. Clarence could feel her engorged cunt lips clinging to him, hungry for his seed. "Fuck Cathy, what a cockslut you are! Don't worry baby, I'll give you what you need." "Oh fuck yes! Cum for me, baby! Fill up my cunt!" "I'll bet right about now that slutty little sister of yours is getting boned too!" Clarence whispered in her ear. "Man, I thought Jerome was gonna fuck the horny little cunt right on the dance floor!" Hearing Laura described as a horny little cunt had every nerve in Cathy's cunt screaming to be relieved. After hearing her sister's confession, she thought Clarence's description was not too far off the mark. She could imagine what she would be doing with Jerome. Cathy started to become frantic, riding Clarence faster and faster in her desperate attempt to wring all of his cock cream up into her pussy. "Okay baby, get ready..... It's coming baby, you're getting me there....Oh fuck, its gonna be a big one!" As she listened to Clarence's soft soothing voice uttering his dirty talk Cathy felt herself getting ready to squirt. She writhed in ecstasy, squirming to get his cock deeper into her ravenous quim. "Oh fuck Clarence! I'm cummmingg! Oh god...Oh no...I'm fucking cummmingg!" Suddenly, she held herself still and sprayed his cock and balls. Clarence felt the hot liquid running down his thighs and soaking the blanket. He clutched her big white ass and drained his balls into her womb "There! Take that! Take it all baby.... holy fuck...what a great piece of ass!" Cathy eased her cum filled cunt off his cock, and collapsed in a big heap on the floor beside him "There, do you feel better baby? Is that what you needed?" Clarence asked. ********** "Man....that was fucking incredible! I can see you've done this before haven't you baby?" Jerome gasped. Laura finished cleaning him off and got up off her knees. Smiling proudly, she licked her lips clean and did up her blouse. Jerome gave a big sigh of contentment. "Let's go back to my cabin sugar. I'll bet Clarence is at your place with your sister. If he is, we've got all night!" "Oh god I hope so....I'd love to spend the night with you! I can hardly wait to feel that big monster up inside me! I came just from sucking it off! Jerome, would you do me a big favor before we get started? I just remembered I promised I'd phone my husband. Give me your cabin number and go on ahead, I promise I won't be too long." "Okay baby, we're in 802. I'll see you there!" Laura fished through her purse and found her cell phone. She dialed their number and heard her husband pick up on the second ring. "Hello? Steve here, is that you Laura?" "Yes honey, I'm sorry I'm so late. The time just slipped away on me. Oh Steve, you should see the ship, It's amazing! Thanks again for letting me come on this trip. The food is wonderful and our cabin is so nice! It is nowhere near as small as I thought it was going to be. You and I have to do this some day." "It was getting so late I was starting to get worried. Laura, you sound different, have you been drinking?" Laura giggled. Steve always knew when she was up to no good. "Laura, what are you up to? I can tell by your voice that you're up to something, what's going on?" Laura and Cathy’s Carnal Cruise Day 02 Laura had only been gone for a few hours and Steve was missing her already. He wondered what she would be doing on the first night of her holiday. He had found it hard to watch TV alone, so after having a couple of drinks at his local tavern he decided he would call it a night. After he got home he showered and brushed his teeth, then climbed into bed. Steve was just beginning to dose off when the phone rang. It was Laura, and by the way she was giggling she'd obviously had far too much to drink. She sounded excited and told him that she had already met a man. Steve's cock grew hard as she said that she had gone to the lounge with Cathy and they had barely sat down, when two good-looking black men had sent them over a bottle of champagne. The men introduced themselves as Jerome and Clarence and joined the girls for a drink. Jerome had asked Laura to dance and she told Steve she had gotten so horny that they had gone out on the deck and she had sucked him off. His cock dripped with precum as she gave a blow-by-blow description of how much Jerome had come. She confessed that her new lover was black and that his cock was the biggest she had ever seen. He almost came himself when she said the reason she had phoned was to see if it was okay to spend the night with Jerome. Although Steve had told Laura she could fool around on her trip, he hadn't expected her to be doing it quite this fast. After she had hung up, he was restless and couldn't sleep. He was so turned on he decided he would go to an all night adult movie. When he had gone to the washroom a large black man in the washroom had propositioned him and Steve had followed him into the darkened theater. Between watching the dirty movie and her explicit phone call he felt his balls were ready to explode. As if in a dream, he got down on his knees and was just about to put the man's cock into his mouth, when he suddenly came to his senses and bolted out of the theater. After a fitful night filled with erotic visions of Laura sleeping with other men, Steve woke with an almost painful erection. He shuddered, filled with shame at what had nearly happened. Her call aroused him so much he had almost sucked off a man! His cock throbbed as he went to his computer to see if he had any mail. When he saw that Laura had sent him an e-mail with an attachment he undid his pants and began to jack off as he read her message. My darling Steve, Thank you so much for allowing me to fuck Jerome. Baby, you would not believe the size of his cock, it had to be at least a foot long! It was so thick I was worried I wouldn't be able to take it all, but after sucking him off, my pussy was so wet that it easily slipped all the way up inside me. His cock was so far up in my tummy and felt so good! I just couldn't stop cumming! Is that okay? I've sent you some pictures so that you can see what your naughty wife did last night. I promise I'll make it all up to you when I get home! P. S. I think Cathy may have got lucky too! I love you so very, very much, Laura. xxxxxxx Steve opened the attachment. He saw his wife's wedding ring gleaming on her tiny hand, which was holding what appeared to be a very large black salami. Jesus, he thought. I can't even imagine what her cunt would look like after having that thing inside her. He scrolled down to the next picture and got his answer. Laura was sitting completely naked in a huge puddle of cum with her legs wide open and a stunned, well-fucked look on her face. Her hairy engorged pussy was hanging wide-open and her swollen nipples had little bite marks all around them. In the last picture, her mouth was stretched around Jerome's big cock and she was cupping her tits while looking up at the camera with lust-filled eyes. Steve's heart pounded in his chest as he realized Jerome had taken the picture while his wife was sucking him off. Suddenly all of his pent up sexual frustration erupted, and he came with a loud cry. "Oh fuck...! Oh, god all fucking mighty...! Oh god Laura, you dirty little slut!" Steve groaned as blast upon blast of scalding hot semen roared up from his balls and shot out the head of his cock, splattering onto the image of Laura and running down the computer screen. ******************** After Laura finished saying goodbye to Jerome, she made her way back to her cabin. Nobody answered when she knocked on the door, so she turned the key and entered the room. Oblivious to her presence, Clarence and her sister were standing in the cabin's glass shower stall engaged in a deep soulful kiss. Cathy had wrapped her legs around his waist, and was making little whimpering noises as Clarence fucked her with the biggest cock Laura had ever seen. Seeing his huge size started Laura's juices flowing once again. Still horny from fucking Jerome, she lay back on the bed and pulled her panties to one side. As she watched Clarence raise her sister up and down on his magnificent cock, she inserted her finger into her sopping wet pussy and began to play with herself. Clarence saw Laura out of the corner of his eye and pointed her out to Cathy. "Look over there on the bed baby," he whispered. "Your slutty sister just came in and she's watching us! It looks like she needs a good fucking." Clarence eased his cock out of Cathy and stepped out of the shower. His huge erection waved in the air as he walked over to Laura and dragged her forward until her legs hung over the edge of the bed. She lay back on her elbows, trembling in apprehension as he took her knees and pulled her legs wide apart. A quiet little moan escaped her lips as he rubbed his cock's precum slicked head against her fully engorged clitoris. Her sister Cathy sat down in the chair to watch. "Don't be a tease Clarence, put it in her and show her how it feels!" Laura gasped as Clarence pushed forward. Her cunt opened up until four inches of his cock was inside her. It felt like she was taking the business end of a baseball bat. Laura looked down between her legs and realized that he had only just begun. Cathy watched as Clarence fed his massive black member up into Laura's dripping snatch. Sobbing incoherently, Laura wrapped her arms around Clarence, mashing her mouth against his and forcing her tongue between his big full lips. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. "Clarence? Are you in there man? Come on, we're going to be late for our tennis lessons!" Clarence sighed in exasperation. "Damm! Trust Jerome to show up right now! Cathy, would you let him in?" "You bet I will... I'm so horny he can finish me off!" Cathy got up and padded over to the door, yanked it open and pulled Jerome inside. "You're just in time baby! We're having ourselves a little party, come on in and get those clothes off." ******************** After breakfast Steve teamed up with some friends to play a round of golf, but try as he might, he just couldn't shake the image of Laura sucking off Jerome. His friends ribbed him mercilessly about his wife getting herself some "Big Bamboo" in Jamaica. Steve smiled, thinking that they would sure be surprised if they knew how close to the truth they were! They finished their game and had a few drinks at the clubhouse then Steve rushed home to see if there were any more e-mails from Laura. His cock cane back to life as he saw a letter arriving in his mail box. With a trembling hand he opened her message. My dear darling husband, I hope my pictures of Jerome didn't shock you too much. I told you he was beautiful! Oh honey, what a holiday it's been so far! We spent the whole night together and it was fantastic! But, I guess you could see that by all of the cum! (It was an awful lot, wasn't it?) We took a lot more pictures but you're going to have to wait until I get home. This morning I went back to our cabin and surprised Cathy and her new friend Clarence having a shower together. Well honey, if you thought Jerome was big, just wait until you see Clarence! We did some very naughty things today! I'm finding out that Cathy is nowhere near as prudish as I thought. You were right. All she needed was a good fuck! And believe me. She sure got that! Anyway, Jerome lives very close to us, and when we get back home he would like you and I to come and stay for the weekend at his condo. Please say yes! It sounds like fun! I don't want to give too much away; you have to have some surprises. We're all going dancing again tonight so I won't be able to call you. I hope you're managing okay on your own. I love you so much, Laura. xxxxxxx Steve was frustrated and puzzled He was disappointed there were no more pictures. What did Laura mean by "naughty things?" And who on earth had she done them with? With Jerome? With Clarence? Her letter left him with more questions than answers. He quickly typed out a reply. Dear Laura, Jesus, your last e-mail was so friggin hot I came all over our computer screen! I had no idea how much I would miss you. It sounds like you're having a hell of a good time, I hope you miss me just a little! It's hard to know what to do to keep myself busy. I'm so used to having you around. Honey, can you be a bit more specific in your letters? It's driving me crazy not knowing all the details. I know this was my idea but aren't you moving a little fast? Jesus, you already have us going to his condo! I love you, Steve. xxxxxxx Steve sent off his letter and received an immediate reply. "Hi honey, of course I miss you but I'd be lying if I didn't say how good it feels! Please say we can go to Jerome's condo. I promise you that you won't regret it. If you like, you can bring our video camera and film me getting fucked by Jerome. God, I'm getting wet just thinking about it! I have a confession to make. I fucked Clarence today too. I'm sorry honey. He was just so big I just couldn't pass it up! It's all your fault Steve, if you hadn't said I could fool around none of this would have happened. I'm afraid you've created a monster, and I'm glad you did! I love you so much, I gotta go.... Laura ******************* My god, Steve thought, what have I done? Laura is getting into this a little too much. Laura and Cathy’s Carnal Cruise "Honey, will you promise not to get mad at me?" Steve felt his heart race with excitement; he had a feeling he knew what was coming. His voice broke as he gave her his assurance. He felt his cock starting to leak precum. "Of course not honey, tell me what's been going on. Remember, you promised never to lie to me again!" "Steve, you know what you wanted me to do? Well, I can't believe it but it's really happening. I've already met a man who's interested in me." Steve wondered if she could hear his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath and forced himself to speak. "Have you fucked him?" he choked. "No, not yet, but I did do the other thing!" Steve felt his heart beat even faster. He noticed she had used the word "yet." "Jesus! Does that mean what I think it does, Laura?" "I...I...think so... I sucked him off just like we always talk about and he came in my mouth. God Steve....he came so much, even more than Ben did! It made me feel so naughty! Are you okay with this honey? You're sure you're not mad?" Steve broke out in a cold sweat. His heart felt as if it was going to break through his chest. He wondered if she had swallowed it all but didn't want to ask. He tried to be cool about it. His hand had unzipped his pants and was playing with his cock as if it had a mind of its own. "No I'm not mad honey, god you're getting me so horny! My cock is getting so hard I can't believe it! You're not putting me on are you?" "No Steve, I'm not kidding! I wouldn't do that to you honey. You said your cock is getting hard, this is really exciting you, isn't it?" "Yeah, it sure as hell is! Are you going to see this guy again?" "Do you want me too Steve?" The moment of truth had arrived. Steve had dreamt of this day since Laura had ended her affair with Ben. When she had confessed how good the sex had been Steve had surprised himself by getting an erection. He had wanted her to do it again ever since. Somehow Steve couldn't bring himself to say the words. "If it will make you happy Laura, I want whatever you want. What's he like?" "Well, you don't have to worry about me running off with him if that's what you're worried about, he's way too young for that! And he's really really big, even bigger than Ben! If it's okay with you, I'd like to go to bed with him. Actually, Jerome's waiting for me right now. Is that okay, honey?" "Jerome? Christ Laura, is the guy black?" "Yes he is honey, and god he's so gorgeous, can I, please?" "Jesus, you are full of surprises aren't you? I told you before that I was fine with it Laura, I could hardly go back on it now!" "I know you did darling, I just needed to know that you're still okay with it!" "Sweetheart, I've got to admit I'm a little stunned. I hadn't expected anything to happen this soon, and god, I sure wasn't expecting him to be young and black. Don't forget, you have to tell me everything Laura, I don't want you to leave anything out!" "I won't! Thanks hon, he's waiting for me so I'd better go. I'll phone you tomorrow night okay? I Love you lots and lots, goodnight!" Steve stood there, listening to the dial tone and collecting his thoughts. His cock ached as he imagined his wife with a black man. He wondered how it was possible that he could be scared, jealous, and horny all at the same time. Laura had sounded so excited he knew he would never be able to sleep. He decided he would go to an all night adult theater across town to keep himself busy. It was going to be a very long night. ********** Laura had never needed fucking so badly in her life. Well here goes, she thought, there's no turning back now! She held her breath and tapped on Jerome's door. "It's open baby, come on in!" Laura opened the door and stepped into the room. Jerome was naked and lying back on the bed, his cock was in his hand, fully erect and throbbing. He was so beautiful. She wondered what he could possibly see in a middle-aged housewife like herself. "Take off your clothes baby. I want to see your body before I fuck you!" "Please Jerome, I feel really self conscious. Let me turn off the lights!" "Damn it Laura, I said I want you to take your clothes off, do it now!" His voice had changed, and taken on a more authoritative tone. This was a side of Jerome that she hadn't seen until now. It made him seem powerful and in control and gave him a dangerous edge that she liked. Laura felt herself getting soaked. It would be nice if Steve were more forceful. It made her feel good to have a man tell her what to do. "Okay but I'm warning you Jerome, I'm no fashion model, I need to lose a few pounds!" "Baby, I like my women to have a little meat on their bones. Now come on, don't be shy, get those clothes off and show me your little white ass before you get a good spanking!" Laura liked having someone tell her what to do. She unfastened her halter top and felt her bared nipples spring to attention. She slipped off her skirt and panties as Jerome lay there jacking off. She climbed onto the bed, and got down on all fours. Jerome pulled open the cheeks of her ass, exposing her puckered little asshole to his gaze, his big black hands contrasting with her lovely white ass. Laura looked back at Jerome with a look of pure lust as she felt his hot stiff cock probing at the entrance to her dripping furrow. "Fuck me really hard baby!" Jerome loved fucking horny married women. They behaved like animals in bed. Surrounded by thick black hair, Laura's swollen cunt sat between her legs like an over ripe peach, filling the air with its musky scent. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her like a pair of udders. His cock felt like it was ready to explode. He circled her waist with his big hands and shoved his giant black tool up inside her belly in one long smooth stroke. "Oh fuck Yeahhh! That's it, oooh goddd... you feel so good...its soooo big!" "You like that big cock baby?" he teased, pulling it all the way out to its massive plum shaped head, then slowly easing it back up inside. Laura swore she could feel every vein on his cock. Unwilling to let go, her cunt made a tight seal around his cock as he drew himself back. Slowly and surely, he increased his pace driving in and out of her like a battering ram. She moaned with pleasure as he pounded away. She was sure going to have some good stories to tell Steve! ********** Steve sat in the darkened theater and rubbed his cock through his pants as he watched the movie. As luck would have it, the movie was called "Cum in my wife's cunt please" and was a series of vignettes of married women fucking giant blacks with their husbands approval. He thought about Laura's phone call and how excited she'd sounded. She had surprised him by confessing she'd just finished giving a black man a blow job and then saying she wanted to go to bed with him. By now, she could be laying in his bed with a big load of cum in her pussy. Steve tried to put the image out of his mind; he didn't want to come too fast, so he decided he would get up and stretch his legs. Steve found the restroom and went in to relieve himself. A tall powerfully built black came in and stood at the urinal next to his. The man looked down at him and nodded. "How you doing pal, what do you think of the movie so far?" Steve's heart quickened. It was hard not to stare at the stranger's cock. Even limp, it was a lot bigger than Steve's when he was excited. Steve wondered if the man Laura was with was as big. His heart beat faster and his face turned a beet red. "Pretty good, I guess." he replied, his voice breaking, as he tried to act casual. He didn't want the man to think he was gay. "Do you like what you see buddy?" the man asked quietly. He turned towards Steve with his thick ebony cock in his hand. Steve watched with fascination as the man's cock grew fully erect before his eyes. It had to be at least a foot long and was leaking a lot of pre-cum. "Meet me in the middle of the back row," the man whispered "and you can suck me off!" He put his giant cock back in his trousers and zipped himself up. He winked and turned to leave, Steve called after him in a panic. "Wait! I...I think you've got the wrong idea!" Steve cried. The man looked down at Steve's fully erect cock and chuckled. "Sure I have pal, sure I have! I'll be waiting for you back in the theater." Laura cuddled up to Jerome and lit a cigarette. She felt like a contented cow that had just been bred by a prize bull. A huge glob of warm semen oozed out from between her fully splayed cuntlips and ran down her bottom onto the sheet. Suddenly, she had an idea. "Jerome, would you do something for me?" "Sure I will baby, what would you like me to do?" "Would you go into my purse and get my digital camera for me? I'd like you to take a picture of my pussy while it's full of your cum. My husband will go nuts when he sees it!" "Laura, you're quite the lady. Tell me about your husband, babe. Is he cool with you fucking other men?" Laura sighed and exhaled a big cloud of smoke. "Steve's a sweetie. He just can't get it up the way he used to but he lets me have my fun, because he knows I need far more than he's able to give me. By the way, I told him all about you," she giggled. "I think it really turned him on! He's a wonderful guy. I bet you'd really like him too!" "It sounds like you've got a really understanding husband. You know, maybe we could all get together after the cruise. I've got a luxury time-share about an hours drive up the coast. Would you and your husband like to be my guests one weekend? The place has a real nice spa. It would be a good opportunity for him to get to know me. If he felt comfortable enough maybe I could give you a good fucking while he watched." "Oh Jerome, you are such a bad boy, I'd love to fuck you in front of him, that sounds so hot! I'm starting to get horny just thinking about it. I wonder what Steve is doing right now." "He's probably whacking himself off thinking about me giving you a big cream pie. Well, let's not disappoint him! Come on baby, climb back onto the saddle!" "I can't believe that you're ready to go again so soon!" "Baby, there's a lot more where that came from!" ********** Steve returned to the theatre and stood in the aisle for a moment, letting his eyes get used to the dark. He couldn't believe what he was doing! After seeing there were only a handful of people, and that they weren't paying any attention, he felt his way down to the center of the back row and sat down. His legs were shaking so much they felt like rubber. The man was waiting, his fly was open and his huge cock standing at the ready. "I knew you'd come," he said quietly. "I can spot a cocksucker a mile away!" "I'm not a queer!" Steve whispered. "I've never done anything like this before!" "No one said you were buddy, you're just horny like me. Here, put my jacket on the floor. It'll make it a lot easier on your knees!" Steve kneeled down between the seats and took the man's cock in his hand. He hesitated, unsure how to begin. "What are you waiting for man? Suck my dick and make me come!" ********** Laura woke up and rubbed her eyes. Jerome was sitting up in bed, looking down at her with a big smile on his face. She began to remember what they had been up to last night. God, her cunt smelled so funky! Laura hoped her sister's night had been as good as hers had been! "Good morning! Boy Laura, you sure can sleep, I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever wake up! Can I get you a cup of coffee or something?" "Oh please... I'd love one! As Jerome made the coffee, Laura had a shower and thought about how good last night had been. Taking all of his giant cock had made her feel like a real woman. She wondered what Steve had done last night. She only wished he could have watched her, she felt guilty getting the fuck of a lifetime while he was home all alone. After Laura had her coffee, she got dressed and said goodbye to Jerome. "Jerome, you were awesome last night, but I hope you understand it can only be for the one night. I hate to say goodbye but I really have to go. Cathy and I have so much to do. We've signed ourselves up for just about every activity on the ship!" "Last night was great for me too! I understand completely. Clarence and I have a lot to do too. Maybe we'll run into you again. Here, I'll give you my phone number. Please think about my invitation and give me a call if you'd like to get together." "Oh, I definitely want us to get together Jerome, but it will have to wait till we get back home." You know Laura; you're a very special lady, not too many women can handle my size! Anyway, if you ever do find yourself hungry for some really big dick, I know a club that might interest you. The brothers would line up around the block to fuck a fine white lady like you!" "You're kidding, now you've got me interested! What kind of a club is that?" "Clarence and I belong to an exclusive private club called The Ace of Spades. About once a month, we rent a suite at the Sheraton and throw a wild party. The club is strictly interracial. It's a place where white ladies can meet black men and have sex. Of course, there are always a few select bisexual men there too. It's a very popular club. If you're interested, I could try to get you in as my guests." Laura hoped she could talk Steve into going. She felt a deep hunger begin to build in her pussy. Now that she'd fucked Jerome, she wanted to try other black men, and one of her favorite fantasies was to see Steve with another man. "Gee, I didn't even know there were clubs like that! I'd love to go, but I'm not sure about my husband. I think we'd better start off very slowly with that weekend at your condo." To be continued... Laura & Hardy meet Abby & Costello It was Laura Hardy's first Christmas party since coming to work for Ford Enterprises. She really didn't want to attend the gathering because she and her husband were not much into partying. But what made it even more dubious was the scuttlebutt she had heard around the office that this holiday celebration could become wild, and had in previous years. However, one of the few coworkers she had become close to, Abby Costello, warned that failure to show could adversely affect her standing in the company. So, Laura reluctantly convinced her also hesitant husband, Norman, to go. One reason the Hardys were always so uneasy about going to parties, particularly with a new group of people, was because Laura was actually a couple of inches taller than Norman. And though she tried to avoid high heels, when dressing for an event such as this, no other footwear seemed appropriate. Of course, that only made the height difference worse. And therein lay the problem: the teasing that they would have to endure. People tried to be cute and clever, and though the Hardys did their best to grin and bear it, quite often, such remarks still stung. And so, Laura promised Norman they would just stay a respectable amount of time and then hightail it out. One other frightening element was that the party was being held at Paul Ford's enormous condo. Laura had never even met Paul. She knew he was a vice president of the company, except that no one really knew what he did. He was rarely in the office and had a reputation as a playboy, even worse than his brother, Peter, once had. He was also known to throw "wild parties." Peter actually ran the company, but had apparently become tame after his wife left him and ran off with a man who was briefly Abby Costello's boss in accounting. Laura's fears subsided somewhat after they entered the condo and she spotted Abby. She and Norman immediately headed in that direction. Norman had never actually met Abby, but felt as though he knew her because his wife talked about her so much. After the coworkers greeted one another, Laura said, "Abby, this is my husband, Norman, you've heard me talk so much about." As Norman extended his hand to shake Abby's, he quickly assessed the woman. She was a couple of inches shorter than he, the kind of woman in moments of weakness he wished he had married. Other than that, she was quite attractive with short brown hair, decent sized breasts and an engaging smile. As he let go of her hand, a big man, a few inches taller than Laura, appeared. "And I'd like the two of you to meet my husband, Frank," Abby said. Laura was too stunned to speak, if her gaping mouth was any clue, so Norman quickly shook the man's huge paw and offered, "Nice to meet you." And pretty much as Norman had done, Frank mentally undressed Laura, whose tall, lithe body was a match for his own. Her short dress revealed long, shapely legs, and though her breasts were on the small side, something told him their rounded shape did not disappoint. A waiter took their drink orders as the four stood in the same place talking about nothing particularly important. Abby did tell Norman the story of Jack, who had been promoted to VP of Accounting, and the very next day, ran off to Paris with the boss's wife. During her discourse, their drinks arrived, and the tale was interrupted as other fellow employees passed and extended greetings: Mickey Ewing and his wife, Victoria; Sheila Easterly; and Leslie Withe. Peter and Paul Ford passed by, and true to his reputation, Paul, was not the least bit shy about ravishing the ladies until his brother steered him away. Peter rolled his eyes for the benefit of the Hardy's and the Costello's over his sibling's behavior. But it wasn't until George Rome, a known jokester and head of Research and Development, and his gorgeous wife, Donna, came by that the size issue reared its ugly head. But with it came a comical realization. "Oh, my god," George said, pointing to each person in the order they were standing. "Laura and Hardy and Abby and Costello." Then he started laughing, until his wife slapped his arm. "That's not very nice, George," Donna scolded. "There's nothing funny about their names." "You're right. I'm sorry. I was just struck by the irony." "What have you had to drink, George," Donna said. "You're not making any sense." "I guess none of you are old enough to remember," George explained. "I only do because of my parents. Have you ever heard of Laurel and Hardy or Abbott and Costello? They were both comedy teams back in the—I don't know—30s, 40s, 50s." "Yes, I've heard of them," Norman agreed. "Well, please don't take offense to this; I swear I mean nothing by it. But Laurel—" he pointed to Laura as he said this "—was tall, and Hardy was short." He gestured to Norman, then Abby. "And Abbot was short and Costello was tall." He finished by indicating Frank. "I'm sorry, you guys," Donna offered, dragging her husband away. "I'm embarrassed," the others heard her tell her husband as the two walked off. Speechless, Laura and Hardy and Abby and Costello stood there sipping their drinks, when Frank started chuckling. "Well, I guess we do cut a comical picture." Norman downed his drink. "Well, I expected to be ridiculed being shorter than my wife; happens all the time. But you're right, being here with you two, there is some humor to it." Soon after, the two women were laughing also. "Well, I don't know about you guys," Norman said, "but if we're going to be the comic relief here, I'm not going to waste the expensive booze." "Sounds like a plan," Frank agreed. "Let's get the ladies some fresh drinks." As the men walked off, Abby remarked, "I'm glad our husbands are getting along." "Yeah," Laura concurred. "I didn't realize Frank was . . . my size." "Or that yours was closer to me." "Small world," Laura noted. "Or in yours and Frank's case, tall world." They both laughed. "Let's go powder our noses," Abby suggested. "Do women really do that anymore?" Abby shrugged. "Sounds more lady-like than let's go take a piss." When they returned, their husbands were waiting for them in the same place, drinks in hand. "So, what do we do now?" Norman asked. "Find a place to sit," Laura said with a grimace. "I'm not used to wearing heels and these are killing me." She glanced around. "But it seems everything is taken." "Follow me," Abby instructed. She led the group down a hallway that terminated with a door that emptied outside onto a large balcony. It was outfitted with patio furniture, so they all took a seat, the men in two chairs perpendicular to a settee on which the women settled, each nearest her own husband. The ladies' dresses had risen high on their legs when they sat, and Norman couldn't help admiring Abby's. Likewise, Frank took a good look at Laura's. "So, what is a respectable amount of time to stay before we can leave?" Laura asked. "What's wrong? You're not enjoying our company?" Abby quipped. "Oh, no," Laura said, taking her coworker seriously. "We're just not partygoers. We're more comfortable in small groups." "This is a small group," Abby noted, gesturing to the four of them. "We'll have this balcony to ourselves as long as we want it; or at least until the bedroom starts to see action." "What bedroom?" Laura asked. "And what action?" Norman added. Abby pointed to the other end of the balcony. "That's the master bedroom. When things start to get wild, people will use it." "Use it for what?" Laura pressed. "Sweetie, you need to get out more," Abby chided. "Uh, sex." "Will things really get that wild?" Norman wanted to know. "They have in the past. But I've heard that these parties have calmed down somewhat since Peter's wife left him. Or things don't get going until he leaves." "Couples will really use Paul's bedroom?" Laura naively asked. "Not just couples." "You mean, like an orgy?" "No," Abby said with a smirk over her naive friend's question. "But a threesome or foursome is not out of the question." "Oh, my god," Laura rambled on. "People really do that? I've never done that. Have you ever done that?" Without answering the question, Abby said, "Well, if we sit here long enough, we'll probably be able to watch." "Watch? Are you kidding?" "No, I'm not kidding. They sometimes attract an audience." "And the people who are doing it don't care?" "Not always." "Contrary to what you might think," Norman interrupted with a grin, "Laura didn't just come in from the farm." "Really? Could have fooled me," Abby joked. "What's that supposed to mean?" Laura protested. "Honey, you're acting like you didn't know things like that happened," her husband pointed out. "You've seen these things in movies." "Whoa, wait a minute," Abby said in mock surprise. "Laura Hardy watches porn!" "I never knew anyone who really did that. So, I guess I thought it only happened in movies," Laura said in her own defense. It was obvious that the discussion was somewhat arousing to Laura if the impression of her hard nipples against her dress were any indication. Norman caught Frank staring at them. The big guy mouthed an apology, but the little guy secretly gave him a thumb up out of the women's line of sight. "I think that basically calls for another round of drinks," Frank said, standing. "What do you think, Norm?" "Absolutely." The men arose and headed back down the hallway. "I'm sorry, man," Frank offered. "I just couldn't help noticing." "No worries," Norman said. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't stolen some looks at Abby." "Good. Then we're even. I don't come across many women Laura's size that look as good." "Again, I'd be lying if I said I didn't look at women my own size." "If I'm not being too personal, how is it making love to a woman who is bigger than you?" "Well, she doesn't complain," Norman pointed out, "so I guess I'm satisfying her. I think she's honest enough to say if I wasn't. Other than that, you can't move around like you could with a woman your own size or smaller. There's been a time or two when she's gotten on top and nearly smothered me. So, we have to be careful about that." "Know what you mean. I almost always have to let Abby be on top or I would smother her. Having sex with a much smaller woman does have its limitations." But as they returned to their wives bearing drinks, little did either know that their imaginations were running a parallel course regarding each other's wife. Furthermore, when they took their seats back out on the patio, their wives were engaged in a conversation about people they worked with. Laura had turned slightly to face Abby, who had down likewise. This afforded Norman and Frank better views of each other's spouse. And this time, neither was particularly concerned about the other's eyes on his wife. A short while later, there was a bump against the patio door to the master bedroom. "I think it's begun," Abby casually announced. Since she was already facing in that direction, Laura craned her neck for a better view. "Oh, my god! There's a pair of naked breasts pressed against the glass door. A man is holding the woman up by her waist and he's . . ." "Fucking her?" Abby filled in. "Yes. Now another woman is sitting on the floor between their legs. She's licking . . ." "His balls and the other girl's pussy?" Abby said, intentionally descriptive, again completing Laura's sentence. "Yes," Laura whispered, but said nothing more, enthralled by what she was witnessing. It wasn't as shocking as she made it sound. Of course she had seen suck action in porno movies, but never live. And she wasn't really trying to make herself sound so naive. But what did have her juices flowing was the size of the man's cock. It was huge . . . at least by Norman's standard. This was not to say that Norman was small. He was big enough—for his size; but not necessarily for her. Oh, he definitely satisfied her. What he lacked in size, he made up for with skill. But the thought of a really big dick stuffed in her pussy was quite . . . thought provoking. Laura noticed that Abby had not turned to watch, but that Frank had twisted slightly. Since she was looking past him, Laura refocused her attention on her coworker's husband and glimpsed the bulge in his pants. She guessed he could provide stiff competition for the man in the room. Her mind wandered. Norman had also leaned over to catch the show; that included noticing that his wife was probably stealing glances at Frank's crotch. That and his earlier conversation with the bigger man resurrected notions that his size was not enough for his wife. He frequently asked her if he was enough for her and she always dutifully said that he was. But at this moment, with her attention transfixed on the guy in the room's big rod and the obviously large growth in Frank's pants, Norman had to wonder. But those concerns temporarily subsided when he also saw that Abby was still facing him and was now watching him. Their eyes met, and as though she could read his mind, she winked. She then very casually—or intentionally—rubbed? scratched? her nipple, causing it to stand out like Laura's still were. Of course, Norman couldn't help but notice, so he smiled at her and she returned the expression. Abby then turned to sit straight again and the movement caused her dress to rise even higher. She made no attempt to fix it since she knew she still had Norman's attention. She then placed her hand on an exposed portion of Laura's leg above the knee which had Laura snapping her focus back to Abby, not to mention having Norman's cock pulse noticeably in his pants. Abby had not removed her hand when she said, "We've now reached a respectable amount of time to stay . . . in case you were wondering." "So, we should leave?" Laura asked with a tinge of disappointment. "No, you can stay as long as you like. Ultimately, the ones who drink too much and pass out will. But earlier you asked." "Yes, I did. What are you guys going to do?" "I think I've had enough," Abby replied and turned to her husband. "How about you, Frank?" "Yeah, you've seen one girl hammered against a patio door, you've seen them all." "Norman, what do you want to do?" Laura asked. "It's your office party. Whatever you want to do." He checked his watch. "Although it is still fairly early. We could go somewhere else." "Why don't you two come over to our house?" Frank suggested. "Our booze is almost as good." "What would we do there?" Laura asked. Teasingly, Abby said, "Oh, I'm sure something will pop up." With that, she tenderly dragged her hand up Laura's leg before removing it. Eyes wide from that gesture, Laura turned to her husband with raised eyebrows. He returned an expression that said it was her call. "Oh, come on guys," Frank urged, nonchalantly scratching his leg, but further drawing Laura's attention to the outline of his cock down his pant leg. "We don't bite—unless you want us too!" He chuckled. "Well, okay," Laura agreed, suddenly uneasy. "Maybe for just a little bit." * * * Of course, they had to take separate cars since that's the way they came. During the short drive, Laura asked her husband, "Did you find anything unusual in their invitation?" With a grin, Norman said, "I think they might have just been playing with you. After all, you did make a big deal out of the sex thing." "But I really never have seen anyone do it in person. Have you?" "No, but I was trying to be a little more adult about it." "Did you notice, Abby did not answer my question when I asked if they had ever done that?" "No, but as I recall, you asked a whole string of questions." "Do you think they really have?" "Nothing they said or did gave a clue one way or the other." "Okay. Well, I guess I've just been overreacting." Norman reached over and patted her leg just as Abby had. "Dear, I think you just saw something tonight you didn't expect to see and it caused your imagination to run a little wild." * * * Thinking their hosts were just in front of them, Laura and Norman were surprised that Abby and Frank were already home when they arrived. The Costello's welcomed the Hardy's into their home and offered the cook's tour, and the master bedroom was the last room shown. Even though the house was not overly large, where the Costello's slept was bigger that one might have expected in a dwelling this size. Though it was not, the king size bed also seemed greater in size, but it was just the massive frame that gave such an appearance. The room even had enough space for a small sofa. While there, Abby asked Laura to give her opinion on some new dresses, while they sent the men into the kitchen to mix drinks. Abby brought the garments out from their also large walk-in closet and laid them on the bed. Laura spread them out, most were short, and she imagined quite revealing. "They're nice," Laura said to be polite. "But it's hard to judge spread out on the bed. How do they look on?" "Would you like me to try them on?" With a shrug, Laura said, "Oh, well, you don't have to go to that trouble. I'm sure they look great on your petite frame." "No problem. I love trying clothes on . . . and taking them off." For lack of a better response, particularly since she wasn't certain how to take the last part, Laura merely smiled. Abby had sat on the sofa, but was up again in seconds. She approached her coworker turning her back to Laura. "Mind unzipping me?" Laura complied and expected her friend to take the dresses into the master bath to change, but to her great surprise, Abby let the dress she was wearing just slide to the floor. Laura did not expect Abby to be wearing a thong and a bra cut so low it barely contained her fair-sized, nicely rounded breasts. Seeing Laura's wide eyes and mouth agape, Abby asked, "I'm sorry. Am I embarrassing you?" "Uh, no, no, not at all. I—I guess I thought you'd change in the bathroom." "Oh, well, I can if you want me to. Just thought I'd save myself from walking back and forth." "Okay. No problem." "You're sure? You seem bothered seeing another woman in panty and bra." With raised eyebrows, Laura said, "Well, I guess I don't see many women like that. And I would hardly call that a panty." "You don't look at fashion magazines?" Abby asked, having yet to don a new dress. "Sure," Laura answered nervously, "but it's different in person." "I have three sisters and we all had to dress in front of each other." "I didn't have any." "So, you don't wear a thong either?" "No." Enjoying the edginess she was inflicting on her friend, Abby stepped closer to Laura, placed both hands on the other's shoulders and said, "I'm seeing a side of you tonight I was unfamiliar with. Please don't be offended, but I never took you as being so prudish." "Sorry, I don't mean to be. Just a lot of new experiences all at once." "When I saw you drooling over the guy in the bedroom's big cock and then noticed you stealing glances at Frank's bulge, I thought there was hope for you. Now, I'm not so sure." "What do you mean?" Laura protested, feeling herself turn red. "I wasn't—" "It's okay, Laura. You don't need to be embarrassed. Nothing wrong with liking a big cock. Obviously, I do." Abby tilted her away as though talking to herself. "Although sometimes, it's a little too big for a little lady like me. Probably fit you better anyway." "Abby! What a thing to say. My husband satisfies me just fine." "Oh, I'm sure he does. I didn't mean to insinuate that he was small. Hell, it would probably be nice to be with a guy who's more my size." Laura & Hardy meet Abby & Costello If Laura was nervous before, she was completely on edge now, particularly since Abby was still standing her mostly naked. "Uh, you going to try a dress on?" "In a minute," Abby responded quite relaxed. "But for now, I'm enjoying this conversation too much." "And where is it going?" Laura hesitantly asked. "Where do you want it to go?" "Not where it's been." "It's really making you that uncomfortable? You've never talked about cocks with other female friends?" "Well, maybe." "And you've never wondered what it would be like to have a big one fill your pussy?" "Maybe." "You have," Abby said knowingly. "As recently as tonight, I'll bet." "Why are you doing this to me?" "Oh, come on, Laura. I thought we were friends as well as coworkers. This is just girl talk. Tell you what. Just answer this question and we'll move on." With a huff, Laura said, "What?" "Whose cock was your mind fucking? The guy in the bedroom or Frank?" "Abby! What the hell kind of question is that?" "A simple one. And I won't be offended if you say Frank." She leaned in closer. "Know why?" she whispered. "Because Frank is bigger. And I think you sensed that." "Whoa, I'm sorry," Norman said as the guys entered the bedroom and he abruptly turned to head back out. Seeing this, Abby said, "It's okay. I'm not modest." "It's true," Frank echoed. "Come on in." But Norman glanced at his wife, his expression asking what was going on. Without the Costello's seeing, she rolled her eyes and nodded for him to enter. "What's going on here?" Norman had to ask as he approached Laura with her drink. "We were just discussing cocks," Abby informed casually to elicit the most effect. That caused Norman to spill some of Laura's drink as he handed it to her, but all on him not on his wife. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry," Abby offered to her husband's chuckle. "Let me get something to dry that." She stepped quickly into the bathroom and returned instantly with a hand towel. She then took his hand and held it close to her breasts as she patted his fingers dry. The motion caused him to briefly touch her boobs. Norman turned to Laura, as red as she had been, and asked, almost incredulously, "You were talking about—" "Cocks," Abby finished. "More specifically size." "What?" "Size," Abby repeated. "Like the size of the guy in the bedroom. Do you guys think he was big?" Now, all Laura could do was guzzle her martini, which was damn near pure vodka. As Frank walked over to her with a pitcher and filled her up again, he said, "Well, there's big and then there's big." "You mean, huge?" Abby clarified. "He wasn't huge," Frank stated. "Besides, size is subjective. What do you think, Norm?" "I agree, size is subjective," Norman said, stealing glances at Abby. "I mean, did you think he was big?" "That's a difficult call to make without a frame of reference." "Show him yours, Frank," Abby suggested. "That'll give him a sense of size." "Oh, no, no, no," Norman protested. "No need to do that." "I bet Laura would like to see it," Abby pointed out as she walked over to her husband and started undoing his pants. "Okay, I think this is all getting out of hand," Norman said. "We thought we were just coming over here for drinks, not—" "Norman, we're sorry if we caught you and Laura off guard by our openness," Abby offered. "But that's just us. We're not modest, particularly among friends. And this is a rare opportunity for us to come across another couple like the two of you where you're my size and Laura is Frank's." But it didn't stop her from letting her husband's pants and shorts drop to the ground. The sound of Laura sucking in her breath was the next sound to be heard. When the others glanced at her, she once again downed her drink. With the pitcher still in hand, Frank shuffled over to her, clothes around his ankles, for a refill, which she quickly drank half of. Still, she could not help but gawk at the flaccid penis dangling inches from her waist and imagine how big it would be hard. Flabbergasted, Norman couldn't help but remark, "That's definitely bigger than the guy in the bedroom." And then he, too, gulped his drink. Taking the pitcher from her husband, Abby went to Norman wrapping her free arm around him, her breasts pressed into his arm, and topped off his glass. He couldn't help focusing his attention on the expanse of exposed breasts before him. "It's okay to touch," Abby consented. "What?" Norman asked. "I was talking to Laura, but it goes for you too." Laura looked up with two glassy eyes at the two of them hardly noticing that her coworker was pressed tightly to her husband. Alcohol kicking in, her eyes widened as Frank's rod began to rise. She offered no resistance when he gently took her hand and placed his hardening shaft in her palm. She was too stunned to do anything but stroke it. Mesmerized by the sight of that, and no longer thinking clearly what with the warm body nearly attached to him, Norman was suddenly less concerned by what his wife was doing and more interested in what the two globes before him felt like. It might be an optical illusion that Abby's tits were no bigger than Laura's, but on her smaller frame appeared larger. Still one filled his hand, so he had to conclude that they were bigger. Meanwhile, the Costello's glanced at each other and winked, Frank undoing and removing his shirt as Abby fished Norman's cock out of his pants. Lifting her head up and letting her tongue trace Norman's earlobe, Abby whispered, "Size isn't everything. Your cock is perfect for me." She undid his shirt and pushed it off, and then she slid down to her knees, undid his pants, and pushed them and his shorts to the ground. Her tongue passed a few lubricating swipes on his dick before her mouth engulfed it. She felt him sway as though his knees were getting weak, but then he steadied himself. He bent over, with her mouth still on him, and stretched his arm to unclasp her bra, which she then removed. His dilemma now was whether to let her continue working on him, which was divine, or to get her into a position where he could enjoy those soft and free floating tits. Seeing her coworker sucking her husband's hard cock had no more effect on Laura than to plant a notion for her to do the same to Frank. She dropped to her knees, but not before he lifted her dress up and over her head. As Norman had done, Frank's long arms easily freed Laura's nice breasts. Without either man knowing, they both had similar thoughts regarding the optical illusion of the size of the women's breasts. But size didn't matter to Frank because these two were beauties to behold. The first thing Laura noticed was that Frank certainly filled her mouth up. She wasn't sure that was a good thing, not like him filling her pussy would be. She was able to suck a good amount of his shaft, but not all, not like she could take all of Norman. Still somewhat under the influence, she reached up and hefted his equally large balls in her hand. Their considerable weight told her he could probably shoot one hell of a load. Somewhere in the back of her befuddled mind, a sparkle of a thought was bouncing around trying to make it to the forefront to tell her what she was doing was wrong. But the combination of the Vodka and the excitement of it all subverted the notion and she kept on doing what she was doing. A few feet away, Abby, who had no reservations about what she was doing, marveled over this cock that she could take completely in her mouth and partially down her throat without so much as a gulp, let alone a gag. She was enjoying it as much as Norman's moans said he was. But the one happy thought that kept bouncing around in her head was if he felt so good between her gums, how much better was he going to feel in her pussy. She aimed to find out and find out now. As Abby gently maneuvered Norman to step out of his pants and shoes, while she pulled off his socks, she hoped Laura's boast about what he lacked in size he made up in skill was accurate. Too eager to have him inside her, Abby laid him down on his back on the richly carpeted floor, pulled the thin material of her thong to one side of her labia and inserted him as she squatted. This time, she was the one to let out a slow high-pitched moan that was just pure thrill. She sensed that Norman had emitted some sound, but had not heard it over her own. He filled her perfectly and she sunk down to the root, something she could not do with Frank. It felt divine. It was an old cliché, to be sure, but in Norman's euphorically intoxicated mind, he was not thinking about originality, but rather how she fit him like a glove and felt like velvet. Staring up at her bouncing boobs, he was not sure how long he could hold out. Seeing his wife fucking another man made Frank want his dick in a pussy instead of a mouth; particularly since most women, this one included could not give the kind of blowjob because of his size that he longed for. However, there was a better than average chance that Laura would be able to take all of him in her snatch. He pulled her to her feet, lifted her into his arms and laid her sideways on the bed. He gently removed her bikini panties, pressed them to his nostrils to inhale her heavenly, womanly scent, and then spread her legs. Her exquisite pussy was already very wet, so he bent his head to taste her sweet honey. It caused his cock to dribble a few beads of pre-cum. Enjoyable though it was, Frank was no better at oral sex than Norman was, so Laura took the opportunity to look down from her perch to the floor at her husband and her coworker to see that they were blissfully engaged in satisfying copulation. Husband's and wife's eyes engaged and each tried to read the other's mind from the look they gave one another. But at that identical moment, their attention was diverted as Abby started rotating around on Norman's cock and Frank slowly slid his massive rod into Laura. The Hardy's then both closed their eyes to enjoy what was being done to them. Frank did not attempt to force his entire length into Laura in one thrust, but was careful enough to allow her to adjust. But she knew she could take it all, so she reached for his hips and pulled him all the way in. "Oooooohhhhhh, yyyyyyeeeeessssss," was all she could say. "Fantastic!" Frank uttered, unable to remember when was the last time he'd gotten all the way in a woman, certainly never with his wife. He could help but step up his pace until he was pounding her with full strokes: almost all the way out and then in to the hilt. "Yeah, give it to me!" Laura screamed. It got Abby's and Norman's attention. She smiled, happy that things were going so well with this foursome. She bent down and whispered in Norman's ear: "We going to let them get away with that?" Still watching the intense fucking on the bed, he said, "Hell no!" He extricated himself from Abby, then scooped her up off the floor and walked over to the bed. He intended to screw her just as the others were. But Abby turned over rising to hands and knees. "Do me doggy-style," she commanded. "So we can watch." That, to her, was the best part of a foursome: watching the other couple. In this position, Abby had to admit to herself that Laura was right. Norman was skilled. And there was no size to make up for; the way he angled his thrusts and varied his pace was almost masterful. But what added to the excitement was watching the look of pure determination on Frank's face and the sheer ecstasy that adorned Laura's features. Abby didn't want to interfere with their concentration, but she couldn't help reaching over to massage Laura's breast. However, this caused the other woman's eyes to snap open with a frown of, first, annoyance, then confusion, until she merely ceded to the simple pleasure; particularly when Abby twisted and pulled her nipple. Like everything else, Norman was just as good at playing with and sucking Laura's nipples. She loved attention to the pointy tips of her breasts. She was at first alarmed when Abby bent her head and covered the nipple with her lips. However, when her tongue danced across the flat end, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced, nearly mind-blowing, and suddenly, it did not matter whose mouth it was or that it belonged to a woman. Norman and Laura occasionally watched a little soft porn for a bit of added excitement and stimulation. They'd seen foursomes, even enjoyed the eroticism of it, but never had the desire or expectation to do one. But now, this experience was so overwhelming. And then to see another woman playing with his wife's tit was pushing Norman to the edge. He felt a huge orgasm approaching. He was at such an electrically charged state, it caused him to urge, "Kiss her!" That was all the encouragement Abby needed. She instantly swooped down and mashed her lips to Laura's in a wet, passionate kiss. The taller woman's eyes had been stretched open a number of times tonight by all the unexpected things that had happened, but this time, they nearly popped right out. Again, she'd seen women kiss in porn, wondered about it, but never desired it. But just as she was about to shake her lips free, she began feeling a tenderness and sensuality that she didn't get from Norman, and he was a great kisser. However, to that, she now had to add: for a man. That began a chain of orgasmic events. The kiss caused Laura to begin to climax. She wiggled her hips faster to get Frank to resume pounding her as he had begun to slow down. With her mouth otherwise engaged all she could make was loud, throaty sounds to signify that she was coming. This triggered Abby to reach back and pull on whatever part of Norman she could reach to get him to thrust harder. When he did, she moaned a duet with Laura. With his eyes glued to the two women kissing and coming, when they finished, Norman pulled out and blasted a messy load all over Abby's back. One jet was so strong it went far enough to land on his wife's forehead. Not to be outdone, Frank brought up the rear by pulling out of Laura primed to explode, but before he could release the first volley, his wife pulled him closer and covered the big mushroom head with her mouth. His abdominal jerks signaled his discharge, which was further evidenced by the slimy mixture of saliva and semen that oozed out of the side of her mouth and down her chin. What caused Norman to uncharacteristically ejaculate a few more drops was when this drool dripped from Abby's chin down onto Laura's breasts, neck and chin. Surprisingly, Laura was too enraptured to wipe it away, as the others might have expected her to do. She simply laid there with this dreamy, satisfied look on her face. Exhausted, Norman fell onto his back crossways on the bed. In a like state, Abby eased into a similar position right next to him not bothering to wipe off the splatter of sperm all over her back. Frank followed suit lying between his wife and Laura. The four relaxed like this for several minutes enjoying the mental bliss that still lingered. Without thinking a minute or ten later—she didn't know—Laura's tongue involuntarily swiped her lower lip and as far below that as it could stretch because of something there, though she had forgotten or not ever known what. When the salty taste hit the appropriate bud on her tongue, that and the gooey consistency told her immediately what it was. She sprang up like a jack-in-the-box. Glancing down at her naked form, she saw the trail of cum that led up from her naval. Horrified, she slid off of the bed as though it was on fire, grabbing the towel that had been hastily discarded on the floor after Abby had used it to wipe Norman's hand. She dabbed at the heavy globs that had not yet dried and were beginning to roll down her abdomen. In the bathroom, she wet a small portion of the towel to perform a more complete cleaning, including the spot on her forehead which she did not know came from her husband. Back in the bedroom, Abby sat up slowly, curious about Laura's actions. She glanced at her husband who merely shrugged. At the head of the bed, Norman's closed eyes made him oblivious. Returning to the bedroom, Laura scooped up her clothes from the various places on the carpet they had been deposited. While haphazardly dressing, she said, "Norman, it's late. I think it's time to leave." "Don't go, Laura," Abby said. "The evening is still young. Still more fun and excitement to be had." "I think we've had more than enough excitement for one night," Laura said while finishing dressing. "Norman!" He popped up looking around, clueless. "Let's go!" Norman slid off the bed and located his clothes, the sight of their naked hosts a gradual reminder of what had occurred. Abby winked at him and Frank nodded his head. Norman merely shrugged and returned a smile. "Are you okay, Laura?" Abby asked with some concern. She eased off of the bed and approached her coworker, but did not make any attempt to put anything on. "Thanks for inviting us," Laura offered, averting her eyes away from the naked female. "But if there is a next time, you should be a little more up-front." "I'm sorry. Let's talk about it." But Laura was already dragging a half-dressed Norman toward the front door. Still nude, Abby followed with Frank not far behind. As the Hardy's exited, the last vision Laura had as she glanced back before closing the door was the satisfying piece of man meat dangling between Frank's legs. It was an image that would remain with her for some time. * * * "Are you okay?" Norman asked, mostly dressed with a fairly complete mental recall. They were in their car driving home. "I'm too embarrassed to talk about it right now," she responded with her hand covering most of her face. "Embarrassed about what? That we unwittingly participated in a foursome or that we enjoyed it?" "You enjoyed it?" "As did you." Laura hung her head. "But I shouldn't have. What does that say about us?" "What does it say about Abby and Frank? This obviously wasn't their first time. They seem happy, no worse for the wear." "You're saying you want to do it again?" "Don't twist my words. I said nothing of the kind. What I am saying is that my love for you is strong enough to survive this. Is your love for me strong enough?" "Of course. But we both more or less admitted we enjoyed it." "Remember that time we decided to try that fancy French restaurant? It was very expensive and way out of our league. But the food was fantastic, best we've ever had. We both really enjoyed it. We've never been back. But it didn't prevent us from going back to the other restaurants we usually go to and like. It was just a place we wanted to try. Well, secretly, somewhere in the hidden recesses of our minds, we may have had a desire we didn't even know we had to do this thing, and tonight, all the stars were aligned for us to do it and the Costello's just nudged us in the right direction. Doesn't mean we'll ever do it again. Doesn't mean we'll ever want to." Norman's logic was always impeccable. "You're right," Laura said with a smile. "I'm sorry." Returning the smile, Norman reassured, "Nothing to apologize for." But as they drove the rest of the short distance in silence, Norman's cock could still feel that pussy that had fit him so well. Likewise, as Laura stared out into the darkness, her mind's eye still saw that beautiful cock that had filled her so completely. * * * On Sunday, Laura and Norman avoided discussing their previous evening. There really wasn't much else to say about it, anyway. Since neither brought it up, each thought the other did not want to talk about it. In reality, both were lost in thought, partly reminiscing about the wild and exciting experience, partly reprimanding themselves for allowing it to happen, and partly wondering how this would affect their marriage going forward. As a result, their Sunday activities—grocery shopping, laundry, household chores—continued as normal. Laura & Hardy meet Abby & Costello However, Laura had no doubts that the same would not be true Monday at work. She was not wrong. And she could not avoid it as Abby appeared and pulled a chair next to her desk, shortly after Laura arrived and settled in. This is not where the taller woman would have preferred to have a conversation about Saturday night, but fortunately, her desk was secluded from any eavesdroppers. Abby didn't say anything, merely studied her. After a minute, Laura raised her eyebrows and tilted her head down slightly as if to prompt the other woman to speak. When she did not, Laura said, "It's not polite to stare. Was there something on your mind?" "Just trying to determine how you're doing." Abby leaned closer. "I'm not exactly sure how you were when you left Saturday night. But I can tell you how you were not. You weren't happy. I didn't want this to come between us." Laura looked her relatively new friend over. There were so many directions this could go in. "Do we really want to have this conversation here, now?" "No one can hear us. Not everyone is in yet. It's actually a perfect time." With a nod, Laura said, almost accusingly, "So, you guys have done that before." "Well, the short answer is yes, but not that often. But for what it's worth, it was by far the best with you guys." This was not the direction in which Laura had been heading, but she just had to ask why. "Because," Abby explained, "You and Norman are an exact match for us. Neither Frank nor I admitted this to each other until we talked after you guys left Saturday. All of the couples we've swung with in the past were either Frank's size or my size. So, one of us always lucked out and the other had to make do. When another couple would approach us, if they were my size, I was usually the one eager to do it with them. When they were Frank's size, the same was true for him. But we didn't really come to the realization that size was the issue until yesterday." "That begs the question; didn't this occur to you when you started dating?" Abby gave her a condescending look. "Love is blind, don't you know that? What about you and Norman? Was size ever an issue?" "No," Laura answered defensively. "And it still isn't. We don't need to have sex with other people to compensate for any size differences." "Neither do we," Abby countered, almost argumentatively. "Despite what you might think, we love each other very much. But we've always been very open-minded and trusting of one another, so when we started swinging, it was really more for the fun of it." "How did you get started doing that?" "Actually, it was very similar to Saturday night. We were at one of these parties back in the days when they got really wild. We left with another couple who invited us to their place and one thing led to another. After we decided that we liked to swing occasionally, we discovered that we had some other friends who did as well. We then met other couples who did the same. So, every once in a while, we go out to dinner with one of the couples, and then we go back to someone's house and fuck." "And so, you want us to do the same?" Laura accused. "Look, Laura, Saturday just happened. It wasn't pre-planned, we weren't trying to convert you or anything like that," Abby explained. "When we saw the interest that both you and Norman had in the couple having sex against the glass door, we thought it was a possibility, but we didn't invite you to our house intent on making it happen. Fortunately for us, it just did. But let me make this observation. You two really enjoyed it and don't insult my intelligence by telling me you didn't." Laura was not about to confirm that observation. "Okay, you're the first friend that I made when I came to work here and I would like us to remain friends. So, I will agree that it just happened. I'll even go so far as to say that maybe watching that couple at the party aroused us enough that along with the amount of alcohol we consumed we didn't resist as we should have. It was a new experience for us, but I can promise you, it's one experience we have no desire to repeat." "I understand," Abby said with a hint of disappointment, "and I respect it because most of all, like you, I still want us to be friends." "Perfect," Laura agreed standing and stepping close to Abby, who arose also. The two hugged and the shorter woman returned to her office. But as Laura watched her coworker walk off in tight pants that showed off her shapely ass, all she could see was an image of her husband fucking Abby doggy-style, while Frank screwed her with his big and wonderful cock. * * * Things mostly returned to normal over the next few days; mostly meaning that none of the four could shake the visuals of that evening that were still vivid in their memories. But no one spoke aloud of Saturday or the mental images. Even those gradually faded, at least for Laura; that is until she answered the telephone at her desk one afternoon. "Hello, gorgeous," the caller greeted. "Excuse me," Laura said curtly, not recognizing the voice. She might have been less concerned if it had been an inside call—some of the younger idiot guys in the office still thought they could talk to women in such ways. But this was a call from outside. "Abby?" "No, she's gone for the day." Sometimes Abby's calls rolled over to Laura's phone when she was out of this office, which she was. "This is Laura. May I take a message?" "Oh, hello, Laura. It's Frank. I forgot Abby was leaving early today. Doctor's appointment or something." "Hair." "You're right. So, how are you?" Strangely—or not—Laura's mind did not conjure up an image of Frank's face, as one might normally do when speaking to someone you knew on the phone. Instead, her mind's eye could only picture his big, beautiful cock. But she quickly shook her head to clear it. "Uh, I'm fine." "That's good. It was a pleasure to finally meet you the other night. Laura had spoken about you so much, it was great to be able to put a face to the name." I'll bet that's not all it was great to put to me, Laura thought. And still, she could not rid her mind of his penis. "Yes, me too." "Perhaps I shouldn't say this, but she told me about the conversation the two of you had Monday morning." His voice oozed sex appeal. "I just want to say that we honestly did not intend to offend you or Norm. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the time you and I spent together." If Laura had been having this conversation with Abby, she would have at least told her to drop it, maybe even hung up on her. But somehow, with Frank, she couldn't help but keep thinking about what hung between his legs, and it was as though talking to him made it all the more graphic. She even uncharacteristically said, "Yes, it was—" she caught herself, but knew she had to say something "—interesting." "Again, I have to say, I wish it could happen again. I can't help but keep thinking about it." Laura's pussy tingled at that statement, but when she shook her head this time, it cleared. "I've got take this call, Frank," she lied. "Nice talking to you." She hung up and had to run to the restroom to splash water on her flushed face. * * * The next day, Abby brought some papers to Laura before lunch. The taller woman was in the process of dialing a number, so the smaller woman remained a respectable distance away so as not to eavesdrop. However, Abby was able to determine that Laura was on the phone with Norman. Abby waited when Laura held up a hand to signal that she would not be long. When Laura hung up, she asked as Abby handed her the papers, "You eating in the lunchroom?" "Yes, you?" "Yes. You ready to go?" "Go ahead. I'll catch up with you in a minute. Just have to put some stuff away." Laura nodded, grabbed her purse and lunch bag and walked off. Abby turned to head back to her own office, but waited a minute to make certain her coworker was gone. She picked up Laura's phone and pressed redial, jotting down the number that appeared on the telephone's screen. "Miss me already?" Norman said answering his cell phone and thinking it was his wife. "Actually, I do," Abby answered seductively. "What? Who's this?" "It's Abby. I just wanted to tell you that I enjoyed meeting you Saturday night, not to mention everything else." "Okay," Norman said slowly. "Well, it was nice to meet you also." "Please don't let this be awkward for you, Norman." "Where is Laura?" he asked hesitantly. "Oh, she went on to lunch. I didn't think she would approve of me talking to you, but as I said, I wanted to tell you how nice it was." "How nice it was?" "You know what I mean. What we did." "Oh. Uh-huh. Okay," was his nervous response. "I hope the four of us can get together again. I mean I really can't stop thinking about how enjoyable it was." That made the evening resurface in Norman's mind; not that it had sunk that far down. He felt a hard on rising. "Well, as I'm sure you've already gathered, it would probably have to be a public place." With a chuckle, Abby said, "I see your point. Are you saying you would be interested but Laura would not?" "No, that's not what I'm saying. Look, I'm glad you enjoyed it. But frankly, Laura and I have been uneasy about it ever since. We're just not the kind of people who do things like that. I don't fault you and Frank and we're flattered that you wanted to do that with us. But you're going to have to respect our feelings." "I do. And I'm glad we had this talk. There are no hard feelings on our part. Just tell me one thing and then I'll let you go. Did you enjoy it?" Norman didn't answer. "Norman, it's a simple yes or no answer. Doesn't commit you to anything." "Yes." "Thank you. Again, I hope we can socialize some time." They hung up. But Norman couldn't move for a few minutes. He had to wait for his massive erection to subside and hope the liquid he felt oozing out of his cock didn't create a visible wet spot on his pants. After Abby replaced the phone, she walked off to the lunchroom with a smile on her face and a bounce in her step. * * * The true purpose of Abby's call plagued Norman for the rest of the day. At dinner that evening at home, he casually—or he hoped it sounded casual—asked his wife if Abby had said any more about last weekend. He didn't feel the need to mention that he had talked to her coworker. The question caught Laura off guard, though she hoped she realized in time not to let it show. "Why do you ask?" she inquired, feeling somewhat guilty because of her talk with Frank the day before. "No particular reason. You said the two of you talked on Monday, but you haven't said any more, so I was just wondering." "I guess things have pretty much gotten back to normal," Laura answered with a shrug. "Although, sometimes I get the feeling she looks at me differently." "Differently how? Like she wants to jump your bones or like you have some kind of disease?" Laura laughed at her husband's sense of humor. "I'm not really sure. I haven't tried to make that determination because I didn't want her to think I was watching back." "But she hasn't made any suggestions about us getting together again?" "Not other than what she said Monday." Laura looked at her husband. "Why? Would you want to?" "In a public place." With a smirk, Laura said, "Good idea." She scooted closer to her husband. "You're sure you wouldn't want to have sex with someone your own size again?" She reached down to rub her husband's cock through his pants. She was surprised that he was already hard, but somewhat disappointed that he didn't feel as big as she expected—or maybe she was hoping he would feel as big as Frank. "You're more than enough woman for me," Norman answered in an amorous tone hoping it would prevent her from questioning the erection that arose from Laura's last question, which instantly brought on thoughts about Abby and the fuck they enjoyed. Laura unzipped Norman, maneuvering his cock free and taking his entire length into her mouth. "And you're enough man for me," she said in between slurps. She gave him her best blowjob because she could. Frank had been a good fuck, but not being able to take very much of him in her mouth had made her feel somewhat inadequate. The Hardy's had not had sex together since before Saturday night, so between the foursome and the constant thought of the sex he'd had with Abby, Norman was already pretty well charged. It didn't take long for him to come. Laura proudly swallowed every last drop. She sat back in her chair without wiping the few dollops from the corners of her mouth. Norman quickly slid off of his chair and onto his knees. He lifted his wife's skirt, pulled aside her bikini panties and darted his tongue into her very wet pussy. He flicked his tongue on her clit and sucked on it. But before he could shove a finger into her hole, she was coming. After they both recovered, Laura remarked, "Well, that was spontaneous." "Yeah, that doesn't happen much anymore." And they both looked at each other as though they had done something wrong, but deep inside, they each knew where it had come from. * * * Another day later, just before she was about to leave work, after most of her coworkers, including Abby, had already departed, Laura's phone rang. At first, she was pleased to hear Frank's voice, sending her brain into overdrive. But when she told him that Abby had already left and he said he was actually calling to talk to her, Laura became concerned. "I just can't stop thinking about you," Abby's husband confessed. Not knowing what to say, Laura remained silent. "I thought maybe if we could just talk," Frank went on, "maybe it would help." "Talk about what?" she asked as though she didn't know. "Help with what?" "To be honest, Laura, making love to you was beyond belief. I've never been with anyone as good. Oh, sure, Abby and I satisfy each other, but with you, it was perfect. As it should be." He was like a school boy with a crush, Laura thought. She felt she should be angry, but his smooth baritone voice caused her to remember lying on her back on his and Abby's bed with him firmly planted between her legs and his glorious cock buried deep within her. She couldn't help but agree with his last statement, but she was too frightened to voice it. Hearing Laura's breathing quicken, Frank smiled to himself, knowing she was still on the line and listening. "I wish I could convince you to reconsider us getting together again." Laura continued to merely listen as her hand subconsciously dropped between her legs. "If Norman is the problem, you and Abby and I could have a threesome." That was an image she wasn't certain she liked, but it didn't prevent her hand from pulling her skirt up high enough for her fingers to rub her pussy through her panties. "Or if you're not comfortable with that, it could just be you and I." At least Laura had the presence of mind to look around to make sure no one was lingering and watching. Still, she slid her chair as far under her desk as she could to hide sliding two fingers into her hole. "I would actually prefer that," Frank said in a whispery tone. "Just the two of us." Laura crooked her neck to rest the phone there so she could use her other hand to attend to her clit as she finger-fucked herself with the other. "I wouldn't cheat on Abby," she heard herself say. "She wouldn't mind. We have a very open marriage. We've done this a time or two before." His words penetrated, but she really didn't digest them because she was concentrating more on pleasuring herself. She let a moan slip out. Frank picked up on it. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Feeling fairly certain she was, he said, "That's it, baby, come for me. But pretend it's my hard cock in you." That caused her to frig herself harder, faster. "Can you feel it sliding in and out? All the way in and almost all the way out. Again and again. Feel it." More moans, but she no longer cared. "Know what I'm doing, baby? I'm taking out my cock and stroking it. I'm imagining it's you doing this to me. It's good. Real good. You're good." Laura came hard through clenched teeth, not wanting anyone to hear and come to investigate. She kept rubbing herself as though she didn't want it to end. It was loud enough for him to hear over the phone. "That's it, baby. Come. Keep coming. I'm not far behind you." Amid his moans, Laura gradually recovered. "I've got to go, Frank." "Just a minute, Laura. I'm almost there." "I can't. I've got to go." "Laura, can we at least meet? Have a drink? Just talk?" "Gotta go, Frank." Laura quickly hung up and ran to the restroom, her mind a mass of confusion, excitement, guilt, fascination, embarrassment, thrill. * * * On a positive note, the remembrance of Saturday night was beginning to fade from Laura's mind. Unfortunately, it was replaced by the phone sex they'd just had. It made it hard—there was that word again—to concentrate on driving home from work. And now she had to go act normal with Norman. Perhaps she should have that drink with Frank. Maybe in a public place she could be stronger and tell him to stop calling her. The question was, did she really want that? Boy, was she confused. Laura had never had any desire to have sex with anyone else. She and Norman had a good marriage. He satisfied her in bed. She was happy. So, what was happening to her? Why could she not get that big cock out of her mind? And why did she go to pieces every time Frank called? Laura recalled the French restaurant metaphor. She remembered that she and Norman had wanted to go back to it for several months. But they never did, and eventually, they forgot about it. But it was hard—difficult—to forget about the foursome when seeing Abby every day was a painful? exciting? reminder. On the other hand, maybe she needed to convince Norman that they needed to get together with Frank and Abby again and see if it was as thrilling the second time. Thinking about that for a minute, she shook her head. What a stupid idea that was. As she continued to think about all of this, with today being Friday, perhaps the weekend away from Abby at work and where Frank couldn't call would help put things back in perspective. And there was one other thing she could try. * * * Once she arrived home, Laura decided to take a shower, wash all of that sex off of her. Plus, it was a good way to begin execution of her plan. She used a shower cap to prevent her hair from getting wet and used a sweet-scented soap that she ordinarily did not. As she was drying off, she heard Norman come in, but not what he did. Slipping on a clean pair of panties, she peeked out of the bathroom door. As usual, he had taken off his shirt to change into more comfortable clothes to lounge around the house. However, that was as far as he got before laying down on the bed with his eyes closed. He did not seem to be sleeping Fearing he might doze off, Laura altered her hasty plan and walked into the bedroom topless and only in panties. She eased onto the bed, straddling his legs and forcing his eyes to open. Seeing what greeted him, Norman smiled, enjoying the sight of her nicely rounded breasts. Gently, Laura reached out and placed her flat palm on his bare chest, dragging it over each of his nipples and then slowly down his abdomen to his crotch. His cock was already starting to grow, so she wrapped her hand around it through his pants and felt it expand to its full length. She rubbed it a bit until he lifted his trunk up, bringing his face to her breast to lick and suck on her nipple. He excelled at this, his mouth engulfing the entire areola, his teeth tenderly biting the nipple and his tongue taking swipes across the flat part of the tip. Laura & Hardy meet Abby & Costello Norman reached around to her back with both hands, dragging his palms forward along the side of her breasts and then cupped each globe as his thumbs rubbed the tips of her nipples. He moved up, his fingers running through her hair as he inhaled the sweet scent of her body. Pulling her to him, he placed kisses on the side of her neck, face and ear causing her to shiver. She then did the same to him bringing her lips forward to join with his. A passionate kiss followed, one that was familiar, one that reminded them why they were together. Tilting her to the side, Norman laid her down on her back. He eased down, again applying mouth to breasts lovingly, leaving a trail of kisses down her tummy to the band of her panties, which he promptly removed. Laura was glad she had showered when his tongue touched her vaginal lips and he breathed in the intoxicating fragrance of her womanhood. Even though the cunnilingus he performed on her the night before was divine, here he could perform a more proper job. There was almost nothing better than the feel of one's tongue between a woman's pussy lips, tasting her sweet nectar, exploring all of the folds and softness, sucking gently on the hood of the clitoris and the clit itself. Norman had nearly come many times in the past from the enjoyment of this act alone. Concentrating his tongue on this button, he inserted his middle finger inside of her, slowly sliding it in and out to the soft moans that escaped her lips. Laura only allowed him to continue this sweet torture for a couple more minutes before she sat up, not wanting to come too quickly. What she really wanted was to feel his hard, comfortable cock in her mouth, so she made him stand on the bed where his rod was perfectly even with her face. She looked up at him and opened her mouth. He quickly received the message and aimed his missile at her facial opening. Once it made contact, he put his hands on her head where she basically allowed him to fuck her mouth. She did this because she wanted to do something she couldn't do with Frank. She wasn't sure what she hoped this exercise would do, but unfortunately what it did do was remind her that Norman was smaller. Fighting that notion, she grabbed hold of his scrotum and guided him forward and backward with it. When she felt it was well lubricated, she wrapped her hand around the base of his pole and let it slide all the way down her throat. No way could that happen with Frank. As much as Norman loved this, he could not allow her to do it for long or he would come, and he was nowhere near ready for that yet; at least not before his cock could visit its favorite place: her pussy. He stepped off of the bed onto the floor, and as she lay back down, he turned her and pulled her inner section to the edge of the mattress. It was just high enough. He positioned himself and his cock found its way home without the aid of either of their hands. Strangely, he didn't feel as though he filled her, not like he had Abby. Norman pumped slowly and steadily because he felt that was the difference between making love and fucking, which he reserved for just getting off. Laura pulled on him and he bent over resting his trunk on hers, kissing her shoulders and neck. Both emitted satisfied moans. After a few minutes, he straightened back up maintaining his measured pace. Laura lifted a leg pressing the bottom of her foot against his chest. Norman rotated his hips so that his cock touched all parts of her inner walls. He hadn't had to do that with Abby because he filled her. Laura thought she loved it when he did that, but she now realized he had to in order to compensate for his size. Still, it was enough and she had a satisfying climax. She let him continue to thrust as she slowly came down. But then her pussy became too sensitive and she had to stop him. To compensate, Laura reached down and tugged his cock up to her chest where she rested it between her tits. She squeezed them together around it and he resumed his thrusting. He thought he loved fucking her breasts, particularly when every time the head approached her mouth, she stuck her tongue out to swipe the slime off of it. But he wondered if she did that to give him a tighter feel than he got from her pussy. The saliva and juices that coated his dick also greased the valley between her boobs, so he stepped up his pace. When his moans increased both in volume and intensity, she knew he was close, so she pushed him back down, allowing him to re-enter her pussy and finish. But it didn't feel as though he ejaculated very much, yet it still dripped down to her ass. When done, Norman rolled over onto his back. Laura squirmed next to him and he put his arm around her and there they stayed for quite some time with only the sound of their breathing and the solemnity of their thoughts. * * * A while later, the couple began to have other feelings: hunger pains. "Are you hungry?" Norman asked. "Yes, but I'm too comfortable to get up," Laura answered dreamily. "Plus, I would have to put something on. I kind of like being naked right now." With a grin, Norman said, "Which is just how I like you. Why don't I go get us a pizza?" "Pizza sounds perfect. But why not just have one delivered." "Would you rather a delivery pizza over Angelo's Pizza?" "Well, no, but I hate for you to have to go out." "I don't mind. You just lay here and relax. It won't take long." "Wake me if I fall asleep." After Laura was certain he had departed, she stared at the spot on the bed where they had just made love. Yes, they had made love, but had not had really satisfying sex. She hadn't even been as aroused as she was on the phone with Frank this afternoon. And that had really been the reason for this session this evening: to see if her husband could stimulate her as well. He had, but it troubled her that it hadn't gone much farther than that. Laura's confusion was over whether it had really been like this all along and she had just accepted it because she didn't know better, and now, because of the experiences—yes, plural, now—with Frank, Norman was no longer enough. Or had her husband been enough for her all along and she was just temporarily sidetracked? She continued to mull this over in her mind until sleep took over. * * * To save time, Norman waited until he was in his car to phone the order in. Little did he know, he was having thoughts very similar to those running through his wife's mind. For him, the problem was he didn't know what the answer was. When he arrived, he was advised that they were very busy and it would take a few minutes. He decided to have a beer at the bar while waiting to further contemplate this new dilemma. He debated whether to call Laura and let her know about the delay. But before he could do that, someone squeezed next to him at the crowded bar. When he turned, his head was pointed down and he saw a really nice set of rounded tits bubbling out of a low-cut top. He quickly looked up. "You like?" Abby asked. "Abby! What are you doing here?" "Waiting for a pizza. Apparently, they're backed up tonight. And you?" "The same." "Buy me a drink?" What could he say? So, he nodded and she ordered a beer also. They were nearly pressed together. "Where's Frank?" "At home. We just had a nice fuck—" "I didn't really need to know that." But it still made Norman's cock jump. "I just meant that I'm a little sore from it. It happens sometimes. He was ready to go again, but I said I was hungry and I was going to get us a pizza." "He made you come get it?" "No, it was just a way to avoid having to do it again." Norman didn't know what to say, so he just nodded. But Abby could see the question on his face. "I mean, I love sex. And most of the time, it's great with Frank. But sometimes, we just get carried away and, well, it makes me a little sore afterwards." Norman just continued to nod. "Not like you. I could fuck you all night and still beg for more." That made Norman uncomfortable, but also boosted his ego, not to mention his cock. "I'm sorry. I only meant that I can do more with someone my size." "I got what you meant." Abby leaned in closer, the very tips of her breasts rubbing against his chest, and whispered, "You're sure there's no chance at all that you and Laura would change your minds?" Her hand nearest the bar made contact with his hip and she grasped the flap on his pant pocket allowing her fingers to slide inside his pocket. Of course, her fingers made contact with his hard cock. She looked up at his widened eyes and offered a dreamy smile. She then drew circles around the head of his penis with her middle finger. Norman casually reached down to remove her hand, but not before—as he feared—his cock oozed pre-cum. She felt the growing wet spot on the inside of his pocket, and when he pulled her hand out, she devilishly lifted her finger to her lips and licked it. This only caused more fluid to flow. "Well, at least I know you're interested," Abby cooed. "If it's just Laura who doesn't want to do it with us again, I'm not opposed to you and me meeting somewhere. Hell, we can go out to the backseat of one of our cars right now." "We're not teenagers." "I'll take you any way I can have you." "What is it with you?" Norman wanted to know. "Doesn't the sanctity of marriage mean anything to you?" "I'm not trying to break up your marriage. I'm not trying to get you to leave your wife for me. I know you love Laura and I love Frank. He and I just want to have some fun. And the fun we choose is sexual fun because we can't have the kind of sex we'd like to have with each other because of the size difference. You and Laura are obviously not the first couple we've had sex with, but you were the best. That is the truth. We're not perverted, we're just open-minded. There are more people out there like us than you know. And you probably wouldn't believe this at first, but it would improve your marriage." Norman gave her a cock-eyed look. "You make love to your spouse," Abby explained. "You have sex with others. It's fun, it's exciting, but it's not the intimacy that you share with your spouse. And if the two of you would just get over what you perceive to be something dirty and just try it, you'll see that I'm right." With that, she forced her entire hand back into his pocket, and using just her fingers, she massaged his frenulum, that little area on the underside of the head where it meets the shaft. However, before he could lift his hand to pull hers away, he felt that familiar pulsing that signaled an eminent orgasm. His knees also weakened, but Abby leaned against him to give him some support. Involuntarily, he put his arm around her for further stability. With her free hand, Abby grabbed some napkins off the bar and stuffed them into his pocket to prevent a wet spot from appearing on the outside. She then grabbed a few more to dry her hand. The hostess appeared. "Mr. Hardy, your pizza is ready." As Norman turned to follow her, Abby whispered, "I'll be in touch. By the way, I love your name. Mr. Hardy. So appropriate." "Nice to see you again," he said as he walked off. "Nice to be seen . . . by you." * * * Norman set the pizza down on the kitchen counter and guiltily walked to the bedroom. Precisely as he had hoped, Laura was fast asleep. He lifted her hand a couple of inches and dropped it to make certain she was really out. She didn't budge. As an added test, he rubbed the tip of her lovely nipple. She was out so he decided not to awaken her. He drew the covers over her and returned to the kitchen. While eating a slice of pizza and staring out of the kitchen window into the darkened yard, he contemplated what had just happened. He removed the napkins from his pocket, stepped into the nearby bathroom and flushed them down the toilet. One slice was all that he could stomach, so he wrapped the rest and refrigerated it. Norman's sudden loss of appetite was less because he felt guilty about what had happened, but rather because he had enjoyed it and the thrill of it. * * * She awoke to her husband gazing dreamily at her. "Good morning," Norman greeted. "Good morning. What are you doing?" "Watching you sleep. It's quite a beautiful sight." Laura giggled, enhancing his statement. "And how long have you been feasting your eyes?" "Not long," Norman lied. In fact, he hadn't slept worth a damn. "I dreamt you went out for pizza." "I actually did." "Oh. Why didn't you wake me?" "I tried." Not really a lie; he just didn't try very hard. "You were out; not to mention how rude it would have been to disrupt such a lovely view." "You're so sweet." He leaned in to kiss her, but his lips never made contact because the telephone rang. Both halted at the unexpected disruption. Laura glanced at the caller ID. "Abby!" she said almost distastefully. "What the hell could she want?" Instantly nervous about the possible purpose of the call, Norman suggested, "Just let it ring." "She's too persistent. She'll just keep calling." As Laura reached for the instrument, Norman was worried that somehow last night would come up. "Abby?" was all Laura said by way of greeting. "Good morning. You still in bed?" "Yes," was all the information Laura provided. "Doing what I think?" There was no mistaking the implication, so Laura said, "Yeah, we're just waking up." "Hope I didn't wake you." "Well, it's too late to worry about that. Unusual for you to call on a Saturday morning. What's up?" "I wanted to catch you before you and Norman started on your Saturday activities. Frank and I would like to take you and Norman out to dinner tonight. To make up for last Saturday." "Abby!" Laura's tone was reprimanding, almost scolding. "Laura, the operative words there were 'take you out,' as in to a restaurant," Abby shot back. "You understand that is a public place? You can even pick the restaurant. I said that Frank and I are open-minded, but we're not that open-minded." "Abby, that's really not necessary. We've put it behind us." Of course, that wasn't really true what with the calls she'd received from Frank. "Please, Laura. We really want to do this," Abby begged. "Please let us." With a heavy sigh, Laura said, "Norman is in the shower. Let me talk to him and I'll get back to you." She hung up, looked at her husband and rolled her eyes. "They want to take us out to dinner tonight to make up for last week." "So, I gathered. You think this another ploy to do more of the same?" She shrugged. "I don't know. She swore during the week she respected how we felt, but there was always that 'but if you change your mind' hanging in the air. What do you think?" "What exactly did she say?" Norman wanted to know, still worried about the night before. Laura told him, nearly word for word. "Well, I doubt it's as innocent as she would have us believe." Norman also spoke with a knowledge his wife did not know he had. "So, should we go?" "She's your friend. I'll do whatever you want." He kind of wanted to go. "I really don't want to," Laura said for her husband's benefit, although she wasn't really sure that was true. "But I think it will be worse at work if we don't." "Okay, then. Call her back." "In a little while. Don't want her to think we're eager." "Good idea," Norman agreed. The impending dinner brought back the exciting parts of last week and last night. One thing had to be said about the Costello's: they knew all about excitement. He considered the dishonesty of not telling his wife about the two contacts he'd had with Abby. But at the same time, he feared that to do so—aside from the anger she might direct at him—could also force her to do something that could prove detrimental to her job and her relationship with Abby. And it wasn't as though Norman was planning on having a secret affair with the woman. However, it also caused him to wonder. If Abby was contacting him, had Frank contacted Laura? The question was, did he really want to know? And if she'd had contact with Frank and confessed to it, would he not also have to do the same about Abby? That could be opening a huge can of worms that did not need to be unleashed. * * * When Laura called Abby back, the latter even offered to let the Hardy's choose the restaurant. But Laura declined. She didn't know what they wanted to spend so how could she choose. They decided on a nice Italian restaurant. Of course, Abby suggested that they pick the Hardy's up, but again, Laura refused. No telling where that would have them ending up. That evening, as they drove there, Norman and Laura could each tell that the other was filled with trepidation. They had never been to the restaurant in question, and it was almost not a surprise that it was crowded and they would have to wait in the lounge. However, after drinks were underway, the Hardy's relaxed and started to enjoy themselves. The confusing element was that the Costello's were actually nice, likeable people. They just had this . . . quirk. They sat in a booth in the relatively quiet lounge. Frank began the conversation. "We just want to say once more that we're sorry about last week. But to be honest, we won't apologize for enjoying the experience—" "Frank," Laura interrupted, "we've been through this already. We get all of that and nothing more needs to be said." "On the contrary," Frank said, "there are some things that need to be said. So, if you'll please just indulge us." Laura merely nodded. "We've admitted to being very open-minded, but we also believe in being straightforward. We did not invite you to our house last week with the intention of doing what we did. But I won't lie and say that we didn't hope it would happen. We also believe that these things need to be talked about, so we'd like to tell you how we got involved in this and then perhaps you would share with us your thoughts." "Please go on," Norman urged. "I think I'd like to hear this." "Thank you." Frank continued, "In college, I was a jock, she was a cheerleader. Our friends tried to get us together, but because of our size difference, neither of us was interested. Then, one night after the big game in which we beat our rival, we both happened to be at the same celebration party. This may surprise you, but we're not party animals. We actually prefer small groups—just as you said you do. The party started getting out of hand, and without any collusion, we both ended up at a deserted coffee shop. Being the only two there, we talked and discovered that we had a lot in common; uppermost that we were both open-minded. So, we started dating. That was during our junior year. After graduation, we got married. "We knew that because of our size differences sex would be an issue. But we discussed it and we loved each very much, so we decided we would make it work. And we did." "And still do," Abby injected. "Like the two of you have probably done," Frank resumed, "we accepted that there were sexual things we couldn't do and we found ways to compensate. Then one night, some open-minded friends invited us to their house after a party, and much like the way it happened with you guys last week, we became involved in a foursome. It was very exciting so we rolled with it. After we all had our orgasms, we sat around having drinks and discussing what we had done. They told us they had been indoctrinated just as they had done with us." Abby picked up the story here. "They were a big couple physically. I could tell that Frank enjoyed himself with the woman, and though the man was as tall as Frank, he wasn't as well-endowed as you, Norman." Laura & Hardy meet Abby & Costello Norman tilted his head in embarrassment. "At home later," Abby went on, "Frank and I talked openly and admitted to each other that we had enjoyed ourselves because we had done things with this couple that couldn't do with each other." "We decided we wanted to do it again," Frank said. "A couple of weeks later, we had this couple over and we did. This time, knowing what was going to happen, we were prepared and ended up enjoying it more." A waiter appeared and said that if they were comfortable in the booth, they could remain and be served dinner in it. They all agreed. He distributed menus and they took a few minutes break to study dinner selections and order. When the waiter left, Abby admitted, "After that night, we started to worry how it would affect our marriage and our love for one another. We had a lot of sex together to make sure we still satisfied each other. We did. We also realized that what we did was make love to one another. What we did with the couple was recreational sex. That might sound convoluted, but it is an important difference. There was a closeness and a familiarity I felt with Frank that I didn't feel with the other man, and to be honest, with you last week, Norman. No offense." "None taken," Norman said. "And actually," Frank noted, "now that we've been doing this a few years, our marriage is stronger than it ever was." On that note, they were all silent for a while. Another round of drinks were served providing more respite. Finally, Abby had to ask, "So, do you guys have a reaction?" Laura and Norman glanced at each other and shrugged. "I get where you guys are coming from," Laura said, feeling that since Abby was her friend and coworker she should speak. "And to be honest, I really don't fault you. I don't think I really did last week, either. My issue was the way you went about it. Perhaps if you had told us all of this last week when you invited us over . . . well, I don't think we would have agreed to do anything, but we could have avoided all the conflict." "Well, again," Frank said. "It really wasn't our intention, but it just happened. Abby was trying on clothes for Laura, we walked in—did we mention, in addition to being open-minded, we're not modest?" "Uh, yes, I believe you did," Norman commented, remembering the sight of Abby in panty and bra. "Okay, we'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say that it was not intentional," Laura conceded. "I'll even go one step further and say that Norman or I could have stopped it at any time, but we didn't. Still doesn't mean we want to do it again." "Well, at least you tried it once," Frank noted. "How it happened aside, can you give us your thoughts about it?" Dinner was served and Laura hoped the interruption would allow the question to fall by the wayside. But that was not to be. Frank brought it up again after they'd each had a couple of forks full. "I'm really not sure I want to talk about that," Laura said. "Oh, come on," Frank coaxed. "It's just dinner conversation. I respect that you may not have liked it and/or that you just don't want to do it again. I'd just really like to know why." Laura let out a heavy sigh. "You might be telling us something we've never thought about before," he persisted. "Please, Frank, just let it go," Norman pleaded. "We're just talking." "I don't really have a good reason!" Laura blurted out. This caught Norman by surprise, as his face reflected. "What does that mean?" Turning to her husband, Laura said, "For whatever reason we did that—drunkenness, in the mood, feeling adventurous, or just weak-willed—we did it. And we've admitted to each other that we enjoyed it. So, I don't have a good reason for not wanting to do it again." "Does that mean you want to do it again?" Norman questioned. "Well, to use your French restaurant analogy, we liked it, we've wanted to go back but we never have and we don't know why. So, I can't give you a reason why." "I love food analogies," Frank remarked. "Mostly because I like food." Abby snickered, not because it was funny, but to try to lighten the mood. "As for me," Frank went on, "I don't pass judgment on a restaurant until I've eaten there four or five times." The Hardy's both looked at him like he didn't know what he was talking about but it hit home with the two of them. * * * The Costello's wisely changed to more innocuous subjects for the remainder of the meal. They did, of course, invite the Hardy's to their home afterward. But even with promises that nothing would happen, Norman and Laura knew better than to accept. However, if they'd only been honest with each other, they would have learned that they each probably would have liked to accept. "Well, that was quite a statement you made," Norman pointed out on the way home. "You mean about not knowing why?" "Yes." "I really don't know why." "Sounds almost as though you do want to do it again with them. Do you just not want to admit that you do?" "What about you? You didn't say anything." "There are a lot of reasons not to. I don't know if I buy their reasoning about strengthening their marriage." "Not sure I do either," Laura agreed. "On the other hand, they do seem happy." "Yes, they do." And though that was the last either spoke of it for the remainder of the weekend, it was nowhere near the last either thought of it. * * * Norman really wasn't surprised to receive a call from Abby on his drive to work Monday morning. Actually, he almost expected it. He probably would have even been disappointed had she not called. "So, you didn't really say how you felt Saturday night," Abby noted. "Although you did seem surprised by what your wife said." "I was at first," Norman said honestly. "But I understand where she was coming from." "I don't know," Abby said as though to herself. "Sounds to me like you both want to but neither wants to admit it to the other. Are you afraid of what it might mean if she said she wanted to do it again?" "I'm not sure that would surprise me." "So you think she does." "I didn't say that. Are you trying to stir things up?" "No. I just don't think the two of you are being honest with one another. But that's between you and her. I'm just trying to help you because Frank and I have been there." "You mean help me into the sack." "If that's where we end up I won't complain. But seriously, meet me after work. We'll have a drink and talk." "You're not going to give up, are you?" "I will if you tell me to. But I don't think you really want me to." Norman took a heavy breath. "Where and when?" "Five o'clock, Arnie's Lounge next to the Bentley Hotel." "A hotel. I should have guessed." "See you then." * * * At about that same time, Laura received a call from Frank on her drive to work. She was more surprised that he had her cell phone number than that he called. He obviously snuck it off of Abby's phone. Still, she felt certain she would hear from him today. "Hello, gorgeous," he greeted. "You're supposed to say that to your wife," she said, actually somewhat playfully. "I do. But I can't help it if I know two gorgeous women." "You sure you're not a used car salesman? You certainly know how to talk." Frank chuckled. "Well, I'm even better at listening. And I think you need to talk." "You do, huh? And what do you think I need to talk about?" "I think you need to figure out a way to talk to your husband. I think the two of you are afraid to be honest with each other about how you feel about last week." "What are we not being honest about?" As if she didn't know what he was going to say. "I think you both want to get together again with Abby and I but you're afraid to tell each other." He paused to let that sink in. When she didn't respond, Frank asked, "How would you feel if Norman said he really wanted to?" "I'm not sure," Laura said hesitantly. "I don't think you would really be surprised." "You seem awfully sure of yourself." "Abby and I have been there, Laura. I can help you through this." "Not a very subtle way of attempting to convince us," she accused. "I'm not trying to convince you of anything. Just trying to help you confront your own feelings. I promise. Have a drink with me after work. We'll talk. If it helps, fine. If not, I'll leave you alone." "I'll believe that when I don't hear from you anymore." "Tell me to stop calling and I will. But I don't think you really want that." "Oh, I don't think you really know what I want. If I agree to meet you, will you promise to leave me alone after that?" "If after we meet, that's still what you want, yes." "Where and when? "Five-thirty. The lounge in the Hotel Bentley." "A hotel? Really?" "It's very nice, quiet and secluded. I didn't think you'd want to go anyplace too public." "I guess you're right. See you then. * * * "Just out of curiosity, why'd you choose this place?" Norman Hardy asked as he sat in the secluded booth in the rear of the lounge where Abby Costello was already waiting with two beers. "Someplace where we weren't likely to run into someone we knew. Like Laura." She slid around next to him in the semi-circular booth. With a chuckle, Norman pointed out, "It's not likely we'd run into her anywhere." He gave her a cockeyed look. "Unless you let it slip." "Mondays are busy for me. I barely see anyone," Abby advised, shaking her head. "And Laura stays home when you're out?" He shrugged. "She might get take-out from somewhere, but other than that, yes." "And could she get take-out from someplace with a bar closer to home that we could have gone to? By the way, where'd you tell her you were going?" "Your point is well taken. I told her I had a late meeting; happens sometimes. Not far from the truth today. What did you tell Frank?" "Working late." "So, I take it Frank doesn't know about this either. Why are we meeting like this?" "To talk." She placed a hand on his leg, moving it up and down. "I know you enjoyed that Saturday night and I think you want to do it again. But either you're afraid to convince Laura, or she really doesn't want to. Which is it?" "I really don't know," Norman answered, removing her hand. "What do you think?" Abby asked holding onto his hand. "And look, we're just talking, so please be honest." When she raised the back of his hand and rubbed it against her breast, he took a deep breath. She was becoming hard to resist. "I'm serious. I really don't know. There's a part of me that thinks she does and a part that thinks she doesn't." "You've never asked her?" "Not is so many words. I've left openings, but she hasn't said." "Maybe she's waiting for you to be more positive. Sounds like you might both be afraid to admit it to each other for fear of what the other might think, when in reality, you're thinking the same thing." She let their hands drop into her lap right between her legs where she now used his hand to rub her pussy through her skirt." "Well, let's clarify something. This doesn't mean I want to either." "Okay. Can I ask why?" With a shrug and a grimace, Norman said, "For one, I'm afraid of what it might do to our marriage." "Hasn't hurt ours," Abby countered. "That's you and Frank. And I think you have to add 'yet.'" He noticed that the motion of her using his hand on her pussy had caused her skirt to rise almost to her crotch, no doubt by design. "Believe me when I tell you that it has only made our marriage stronger." "And yet here we are without either of our spouses' knowledge. What do you say about that?" He felt moistness on the back of his hand as she was now rubbing it against that thin piece of material of her thong. He thought about pulling his hand away, but he didn't. He wasn't sure why. "We've both told you and Laura that we are very open-minded. We have an open marriage." "So, you see other people when you want to?" "Actually, we really don't. But it would make Frank very happy if I can get you to convince Laura to join us." "And how are you planning that?" Without skipping a beat, she switched hands that was holding his hand and used her now free left hand to reach over to the obvious bulge in his pants. "Perhaps by giving you a reminder of how much you enjoyed me last time." Squeezing his cock, she added, "You're already interested." Norman chuckled facetiously. "You expect me to do you right here in this booth?" "I wish. But I know there's no chance of that happening." She pointed in the direction of the Hotel Bentley. "I got a room." That caught him off guard. So, much so, he let her continue to rub his cock, which he was subconsciously enjoying. Suddenly, his heart beat a little faster as he thought about that Saturday night. "Well, you didn't say no." "You expect me to follow you up to a hotel room?" he asked incredulously. "I hope you will." "I can't cheat on my wife." "If you convince her to do another foursome, it won't be cheating. Think of tonight as just a bit of encouragement." Now, she turned his hand around and stuck one of his fingers into her vagina. His cock pulsed as a drop of pre-cum dripped out. She felt it and grinned. "I don't think I can do that." "Would you at least just accompany me and we can just talk more?" "What's wrong with here?" "It's too public. Don't know who might be in the next booth. I promise we'll just talk if that's all you want to do. I've got a bottle of wine waiting." The problem was, Norman wanted to go, and again, he didn't know why or what he expected to do. "Okay," he answered, reluctantly. * * * Nervously and hesitantly, but with a certain amount of excitement, Laura Hardy entered the lounge of the Hotel Bentley, which was located in the rear of the lobby. Frank Costello was sitting at the bar near the entrance. When he saw her, he immediately approached. He put his arm around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her cheek. "I can't tell you how happy I am to see you," he said as he led her to a quiet booth out of the way. "I can't believe I'm here." "You look incredible." As they walked, Laura looked down at her attire. She was dressed in ordinary clothes that she wore to work every day, not knowing she would be visiting a fancy hotel downtown today. She wondered if she would have dressed up had she known. Passing a large mirror in the lounge, even in her simple button-up-the-front, above the knees dress, she did look pretty good, but she was certain he was just trying to be charming. Still, unobtrusively, she reached up and unbuttoned the next button down which exposed a little cleavage. Frank had carried his Martini with him from the bar. A waitress was steps behind when they slid into their booth. While the Martini looked inviting, Laura wanted to keep her wits about her, so she opted for a glass of white wine. Laura decided to come right to the point. "Okay, you wanted to talk. Here I am." He did not allow his continuous smile to fade away. "You were almost the best sex I've ever had." She did not anticipate his directness either, and was almost taken aback by his statement. "Wow, you really know how to sweep a girl off her feet." "I said that because what we did was so spontaneous for you that I don't think you . . . let yourself go. I think if you would, it would be magical." "Hence, the reason we're meeting at a hotel." "Wishful thinking," he said with a shrug. "And you expect me to just follow you up to a room?" "I wouldn't try to stop you," he said with a grin. "No, I imagine you wouldn't. I thought the purpose of this was for you to talk me into doing a foursome. Now, you want me to cheat on my husband." "We really would rather a foursome, but I'll take you any way I can have you." "Speaking of we, where does Abby think you are?" "Working late. How about Norm?" "The same." Laura was trying her best to maintain her composure, but she could see the massive bulge in his pants and it was almost all she could think of. She could picture his hard cock in her mind, as she had so many times in the last week. But this was wrong. With a shake of her head, she said, "This is so wrong. I shouldn't be here." "You're here because you want to be," Frank said, knowingly, putting his arm around her. "If you didn't want to be, if you didn't want me, you wouldn't have come." His statement almost turned her off, but she didn't remove his arm. "You're awfully sure of yourself." Except that he was probably right. "Laura, I'm not trying to be cocky—no pun intended. But I know about people. I promised I would leave you alone if after we talked you asked me to. So, go ahead and just ask." He didn't give her much time to respond because he knew that she wouldn't. "I think you really want to do a foursome, but I think you're afraid to tell Norman. The interesting thing about that is I think Norman wants it also, but likewise, fears saying anything to you." He allowed his middle finger to slowly run down her shoulder to the top of her breast. Again, she did not resist. "So your goal is to convince me so I can convince him? And you think the way to do that is to convince me to cheat on him so . . . what? So, I'll feel bad?" "No, I don't want to make you feel bad. I want to make you feel good. I want to convince you that it's not wrong." "And how does taking me upstairs convince me it's not wrong? For that matter, how is it not wrong you cheating on Abby?" "Abby and I have told you and Norman that we're both very open-minded." "You're telling me that open-mindedness includes doing it with someone else without her knowing?" "It could. But if I convince you to join us, it won't matter to her that this is how I accomplished it." His finger eased over to the top of her cleavage. Laura glanced down, but didn't stop him. "That just sounds contrived. But I'll ask. How are you going to accomplish that?" Frank twisted slightly toward her. "By reminding you how much you liked it the first time." His free hand found her leg and slid up under her dress. Oddly, Laura was more concerned about him doing this in a public place, so she glanced around the mostly empty lounge. She was relieved that no one was watching as she felt his hand reach her upper thigh. She clamped her legs tightly together to halt his advance. "If you'll allow me." "Here?" "I took a chance and got a room. Will you come with me?" Not to be deterred, his hand moved forward above her legs. Laura could feel the moisture forming between her legs. "I don't know if I can do that," she said weakly. "I've got a bottle of wine. We can just talk more if you want. In private." She did fear being seen. And with this closeness, she could not push him away without possibly drawing attention. At least in a room, she could sit away from him. Now, who was sounding contrived? "Okay," she said breathing heavily. * * * There were three other people in the elevator, so Norman moved to the rear corner. Abby stood in front and over a half step toward the center. In this position, she reached behind her with her hand that was hidden from the other riders and cupped his scrotum through his pants, massaging his balls. The sweet scent of her perfumed mixed with the natural fragrance of her skin mesmerized Norman and prevented him from removing her hand. None of the other passengers seemed the wiser. Once behind the closed door of the hotel room Abby immediately turned to Norman and kissed him as passionately as she knew how. Though extremely enjoyable, he quickly pushed her away. Laura & Jill My name is Jill. This story is about how my best friend Laura and I first discovered the joy that two loving females could give to each other. All through our years at University I had initially admired Laura for her poise and strength and I had a crush on her that I would barely admit to myself, unwilling to admit that I may have lesbian tendencies. One time in our final year it came to a head. The scene was with Laura at my house one summer evening helping me to cram for our upcoming final exams. We were in my bedroom and the house was empty, as mum and dad had both gone out for the evening. In deference to the gloriously warm weather I was just wearing a lilac T shirt (without bra) and a light denim mini skirt with plain white panties. Laura was in cut off jeans and a skimpy cotton blouse. As the late sun cast a glow into the room it seemed to highlight Laura where she sat on the bed asking me questions from the study text. She seemed to me in that moment to be a goddess, such was her beauty, and I held my breath for a moment as I drank in the thrilling sight. Laura suddenly glanced toward me, I suppose wondering about the silence. Seeing the look of awe on my face she smiled sweetly and laughingly said, "Jill, you look as if you are in a trance!" I blushed to the roots of my hair and she immediately got off the bed and came over to me. I sat enthralled as her hand slowly reached towards me. She reached out and brushed a few strands of hair from my face, her touch so gentle it was barely felt. "Jill, you are so beautiful," she murmured. My heart was pounding like a drum and my breathing had become fast and shallow. I reached out to touch her face, which was within a few inches of mine, and as our arms touched I felt an electric tingle rush from my arm straight to my groin where a delicious warmth and moistness was beginning. Without taking my eyes away from Laura's my hand reached her face and gently caressed her from brow to chin. The temperature in the room seemed to leap and I was aware of a light sheen of sweat on Laura's brow and over her arms, also aware that I was sweating too. As I continued to caress Laura's face, she began to run her fingers lightly up and down my bare arms, our faces just inches apart. "Laura, I..." I began to speak, not even really sure what I was going to say. My thoughts were such a chaotic jumble of guilt, longing and passion. "Sshhh Jill," Laura said, kissing her index finger and pressing it lightly against my lips. "Don't say anything yet, just kiss me please." Our faces inched slowly towards each other and just as our lips met in an exquisite kiss I became aware of the scent rising up...the scent of my own arousal was familiar but it was now mingled with another. Laura must also be as aroused as I was for me to be able to smell the scent from her cunt mingling with my own heavy odour. Softly, oh so softly, our lips met and we began a kiss that was to last for what seemed like hours but can have only been a few minutes. It was nothing like the boys I had kissed before. Her lips were as soft as mine, her skin silky smooth. With infinite care her tongue came out to gently wet my lips, her breath warm against my face. I slowly parted my lips and allowed my own tongue to come and meet hers. Again that almost electric shock that sent a shiver through my whole body, one that was echoed in her body. At some stage during the kiss I had stood up, and now my legs felt so shaky that I was unsure whether I could stay upright and slowly slid down to the floor, Laura following me down onto our knees. Gently her tongue pushed into my mouth and began to explore. One of my hands dropped onto her bare leg and almost without my awareness caressed her thigh. Laura pushed me slowly until I was lying on my back and she then began to mimic the caress on my thighs, each touch sending more shivers through me and causing the heat in my groin to increase. I could feel the wetness soaking into my panties now and an unbearable need to masturbate ran through me. My hips jerked involuntarily towards Laura and another long sighing groan escaped me. I was no longer capable of thinking of anything but how Laura was exciting me more than I had thought possible. I slid my hands up under Laura's blouse just as hers slid up my thighs, under my mini skirt and just brushed the outside of my pants. A moan of exquisite pleasure and embarrassment escaped my lips as I realised that she must now know just how excited I was, and also how wet I got when aroused. This didn't seem to bother her in the least, as she also moaned against my lips and her hand and fingers continued to caress the mound under my panties, pushing them further into the raging inferno within me. I had found her breasts beneath her blouse and gasped as her turgid nipples rubbed against my palms. With a sudden common urge we hastily shed the few clothes we were wearing and were at last naked together. Her body was bigger than mine all over, breasts larger and fuller, legs longer, hips broader. None of that made any difference as we lay against each other, both now sweating freely in the heat of the room and our own heat of arousal. Just as I was sure that she could smell the aroma of my arousal, I could smell Laura's, a piquant mixture of sweat and the unique aroma from a hot cunt. Unable to resist I let my hand run through her bush of gold brown pubic hair and then a finger delved into the heat and wetness causing her to gasp aloud. Laura cried out wordlessly as I slipped a second finger into her and brushed my thumb against her aroused clit. Her cunt was everything I had imagined in my fantasies, silky soft hair against my palm, my fingers buried in her heat, soaked and sticky with the love juice running from her. Laura's fingers were also busy exploring my cunt. Again I felt embarassed at the squishing noises she made as she slid her fingers up and down my slit, then pushing inside me causing even more of my prolific cunt juices to flow out onto her hand. The room was full of the scents and sounds of sex driving our mutual arousal higher. I could feel Laura's soft flesh inside her cunt contract on my fingers as mine was also gripping onto hers. Before I reached the orgasm that was building inside Laura pulled gently away causing me to moan out my frustration. Only until I felt her swivelling her body round and kissing her way down me, over my rigid throbbing nipples went her wet kisses, down my belly, finally reaching her destination between my legs. Laura straddled my head with her legs wide open and I could see right into her cunt as she slowly lowered it onto my gasping mouth. Our sweating bodies writhed against each other as our tongues and mouths worked our bodies towards mutual climax. I felt Laura's orgasm beginning before mine, her muscles spasmed and a gush of hot sticky juices flowed into my greedily licking and sucking mouth. Within seconds of feeling her come I came myself, feeling my own heavy flood of juices running out of me into her delicious soft mouth. It seemed to go on forever, each spasm of hers setting off another in me and vice versa. Finally, soaked and exhausted, we clung to each other. Laura was first to recover and she swivelled round so that we were face to face again. I gazed at her flushed face and saw how my heavy flood of cunt juice had run all over her face and into her hair. Just as I began to say something, perhaps to apologise and say I don't know how it happened, she leaned in and kissed me. Instead of being disgusted at tasting my own cunt juice on her mouth, I was once more aroused by the taste, realising that she too was tasting her own juices from my mouth. What I suspect had started as a tender thank you kiss swiftly changed as we both became aroused once more by tasting our own mingled juices in each other's mouths. Laura's legs twined round me and I gasped as I felt her cunt pushing against mine, her aroused clitoris rubbing first against my soaking cunt lips, then against my own hard clit. We bucked against each other, nipples clashing too increasing our passion, fucking each other cunt to cunt. We grunted and thrashed against each other, spurred on by the wet slapping sounds and both began to come together, lying crushed against each other our heated bodies soaked with sweat and the mixture of juices from our combined orgasms. Our cunts mashed into each other's, bodies straining and shaking as we both screamed in pleasure and pain finally collapsing against each other in sheer exhaustion. Slowly we rolled apart, each needing to cool off, sweat and juices drying on our bodies. Laura looked at me and said "Oh my God...that was so... Wonderful. You may not believe this Jill but I have never had any lesbian feelings, or wanted to have sex with any girl before! You just looked so beautiful..." "Oh Laura," I replied, "I feel exactly the same, well, except that I have always had a crush on you, you've been my idol since the first day I saw you." "I think I knew that really, I guess that we must both be a little bisexual and just never had any reason to do anything about it till now. Certainly we have both had plenty of boyfriends but none of them ever made me come with such a huge release before! I can't get over how smooth and soft your body is." As Laura said this she ran her hands over my whole body, not with any sexuality, just a tender caress that filled me with a glow of inner peace and bliss. Somehow I knew this would not be the last time that Laura and I thrilled to each other's bodies. Laura And John Laura was horny as hell. She broke up with her boyfriend more than a month ago and had not had sex with another person since. Sure, she had her vibrator and had even gone online and had cybersex with a couple of guys but it just wasn't the same. She needed rough hands massaging her breasts and somebody else's finger or tongue gently inserted into her pussy. Needless to say, a warm, hard, long cock was a major part of the fantasy and would be most welcome. She made up her mind that she was going to have sex the next decent looking guy that made a pass at her. The problem was, in her job here in Charleston, she didn't meet many unattached, attractive men. What few did visit her lingerie counter in the small little intimate shop were usually with their wives or girlfriends or were buying something for them. Today wasn't much different. She was waiting on a very attractive young woman in her mid-20s who was accompanied by what appeared to be a handsome, well-dressed, man at least 25 to 30 years older that she was. Laura was 29 so he was probably 20 years her senior. She figured him to be the customers 'sugar daddy'. The customer took a slip, a couple of bras and some sexy underwear and disappeared into the fitting rooms. Laura took the opportunity to study the man as he relaxed in one of the little boudoir chairs provided for men waiting for their wives and girlfriends. He was tall and much better built than she had first thought. He was clean-shaven with a shock of salt and pepper gray hair and a fine, strong jaw line. The medium blue, pinstriped suit, with what Laura guessed was a school tie, fitted his well-built frame to a 'T' and his black shoes were shined to perfection. All in all, he was a very handsome man that exuded confidence and, most of all, sex appeal. "What the hell," Laura thought, "Just because I'm not getting any, there is no reason to keep them from doing it." She called to him, "Sir, it would be okay if you want to go back into the fitting room and see how the clothing fits on your friend. Perhaps she will model it for you." It gave Laura a warm feeling between her legs to think of the young, pretty girl twisting this way and that under the eyes of this handsome man. Perhaps the girl would give him a blowjob back there in the privacy of the fitting room. Now Laura was getting wet. He laughed, "Thank you miss but that's my daughter. She would be mortified if I saw her in her underwear. I do wish I had a girlfriend as young and pretty as her, or you, for that matter." Now Laura was flustered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean... I mean... Oh, please forgive me." "Nonsense, I'm very flattered that you would pair me up with her. At the risk of being blunt, would you have dinner with me sometime?" "Ah... no... Well... I don't... Perhaps. Aren't you married?" "Divorced. Tammy is my daughter and I only get to see her once or twice a year when I come to Charleston. She goes to school here and is leaving this afternoon to go back to her mother in Florida for the summer. What about dinner tonight? I will be very lonely once she's gone." "I don't get off till 6:00 o'clock." "Well that's perfect. I can pick you up at six, right here at the front door. How's that?" "Make it 6:15 and you're on. Er... I don't even know your name." He laughed, "I'm John, and you're...?" Laura flushed again. She had never been this forward with anyone before. She put her hand out and said, "My name is Laura, Laura Sheer." "Well, Laura Sheer, I'll see you at 6:15 tonight." When Tammy came out of the dressing room and he paid for her purchases with his credit card Laura found his name was John Duffy of Duffy Oklahoma. Laura started to say "See you later" But he gave her a look of conspiracy, smiled and shushed her when Tammy wasn't looking. The rest of the day went past in a fog as she waited for the magical 6:15 hour. When she stepped out of the front door of the Boutique, he was waiting in a taxi at the curb with the door open. He hopped out, took her arm and gave her a peck on the cheek. "I'm a stranger here, you'll have to tell me where you'd like to go." "Okay, dismiss the cab and we can take my car. I'll take you back to your hotel after dinner." They settled on a little, out-of-the-way bistro not far from the store. Without reservations they had to wait at the bar and where she had two glasses of red wine while he settled for the same number of bourbons and water. Dinner was an excellent steak for him and succulent lamb chops for Laura. Over the food and a nice bottle of cabernet she learned he was a cowboy, having property in both Oklahoma and Texas with a lot of beef cattle. His former wife couldn't stand the loneliness of ranch life far from the city and had left him for the bright lights of Palm Beach more than ten years ago. He found out that Laura was earning her masters in marketing with a minor in business administration and working part time to supplement the tuition and other expenses. She would get her degree in just a few weeks. The little money left from her parents' life insurance when they were killed in an auto accident wasn't enough for everything so she had to work. She still lived in the family home. By the time dinner was over, they were both a little tipsy and Laura felt as if she had known John forever. He opened the door of the car for her and it seemed only natural that, as she turned around to be seated, he kissed her. The kiss was long and lingering, with their bodies pressed hard together. The aroma of his masculine musk was intoxicating. By the time they broke, Laura was breathless and John was trying to hide his erection. When Laura pulled away, John was apologetic. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take advantage of this situation. It's just that I am very attracted to you. I know I'm almost old enough to be your Father. Perhaps I've had too much to drink. Living on the remote ranch, I don't get much female companionship." Laura was leaning back against the car, her arms draped carelessly over his shoulders while his hands were clasped on her waist. "It's okay, I kind of liked it. Besides, you're only as old as you feel. Let's go to my house and I'll make us some coffee," Laura offered. In the car, John was watching her as she drove. His gaze was distracting but at the same time exciting. Because of the bucket seats, the center console separated them, preventing any intimate contact. She couldn't help but wonder if he still had the erection she had felt earlier. By the time they got to her house, she was musing what he would do if she slid her hand into his crotch and grabbed it. The lighthearted mood lasted as they walked up to her door, hand in hand. When she unlocked the door, he spun her around in the doorway and kissed her again. This time, Laura parted her lips and he tentatively brushed them with his tongue. She gently sucked it into her mouth and he could feel the smoothness of her teeth and taste the freshness of her. Her left arm was around his broad back while her right was over his shoulder and her hand was behind his head, holding their lips in contact with each other. His body was in such close contact with her that she could feel the muscles of his chest but most important, his growing manhood. She pushed him away, saying, "I think we better get that coffee while we can." Inside, she turned on the lights, took his coat while he removed his tie, directed him to a seat and excused herself to prepare the coffee. She was spooning the grounds into a filter when he slipped into the kitchen and took her from behind, wrapping his arms around her body, one hand on her waist and the other cupping her left breast. His breath was hot on the nape of her neck as he kissed her ear and mouthed the smooth skin of her shoulder. The erection hadn't faded and it was there, large and hard, probing her buttocks through their clothing. Laura put the coffee and spoon down, clasped her hands over the one that was on her breast, canted her head a little to give him better access to her neck and melted backward into his arms. She let out an audible sigh and shivered slightly when his moist lips made little nibbles on her tender skin. "Oh my, that's nice. Are you sure you want coffee?" She wanted to turn around but she didn't want to loose the contact of his hand on her breast or the feeling of his hard penis against her ass. "I would much prefer it in the morning." Now she turned and put her hip against the swollen tool in his trousers. His hands, which had been encircling her, now came to rest on her swelling breasts. Gently and softly he cradled them, caressing them and outlining them with his fingers and palms. He bent his head and kissed her on the neck again. Laura was on fire! She clutched his waist and pulled him into her, reveling in the feeling of his hard dick pushing against her. She began to rotate her hips and he put his head back, exhaled and closed his eyes, enjoying the closeness of her body. When she slipped her hand down between them and began to explore what she found there, he kissed her mouth, whispered, "I need you," and scooped her up in his arms. In the hallway he asked, "Which way?" Laura face was nestled in the crook of his neck and was so taken by his strength that it took her a moment to come back to reality. "Oh, down there, to the right." In the bedroom, he deposited her on her feet and kissed her yet again. Never breaking from the kiss, Laura busied herself removing his shirt. She had long since shed the jacket of the business suit she wore to work so he began to remove her blouse. In just a couple of minutes, his shirt was off, the tail still captured in the waist band of his trousers and her blouse was gone, leaving just her bra between his hands and her aching breasts. Quickly she stepped out of her skirt and slip. Now she was clad in only her bikini panties and her bra. She attacked his belt and dropped his trousers while he kicked his shoes off. She smiled to see the tent created in his boxers by his erection, but she knew how he felt because the area between her legs was beginning to wet with desire. Without hesitation, she undid the clasp on the bra, dropped it on the floor and followed it with her bikini panties. She stepped to him and in one smooth motion, pulled his boxers down, freeing his erect penis. Demurely she backed to the bed and lay down, motioning him to join her. He came over to her, sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his head, but this time, instead of kissing her lips, he kissed the proud nipple of her right breast. His tongue and lips were outlining it, caressing it suckling as a baby might to draw milk from it. His hand, casually laying on her tummy began to explore the smooth satin like fabric of her skin. His thumb brushed against her navel for a second before his hand traveled down to the meticulously trimmed patch of soft hair just above her garden of pleasure. She opened her legs slightly and allowed his finger to slip along the moisture-laden slit; slowly working it's lubricated way inside of her. His thumb was resting against and lightly stroking her clitoris while his index finger was caressing the "G" spot just inside the lips of her pussy. Her back was arched, her head was back and her eyes were closed as she took pleasure in the attention he was giving her sexual needs. He moved his lips down and kissed her belly button, allowing his tongue to prod at it for a moment before he moved his entire bogy around so that his torso was between her widespread legs. Gently he lifted her right leg and placed it on his shoulder so that her weeping vagina was open and gaping for another of his kisses. The ecstasy of his smooth, soft lips and tongue stroking her pussy and clit was paradise. She succumbed to the rapture and soon was moaning and gasping, almost in tempo with the prods of his tongue into her cunt. Within a very few minutes, her entire libido was concentrated on her vagina and what was happening to it. Time after time he brought her to the pinnacle of climax, held her there for a few seconds and then slowly eased her back into the reality of his head between her legs. Finally, just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he pushed his face tight into her snatch and, with his tongue, brought her into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She was almost screaming with the pleasure and release of the climax but when he finally stopped, she wilted with relief. She was nearly comatose as she rolled into a fetal ball, babbling incoherently. Rather than take advantage of her now, he lay beside of her, caressing her body with his hands and cooing words of compassion into her ears. A few minutes later, just when John thought she was asleep she turned to him, hid her face in his chest and said, "I'm so embarrassed, but I never had sex like that before." "You never had oral sex before?" "Yes, but never like that, never that – ah – good. I thought for a moment I was going to faint. I've never been that vocal." Her hand had already strayed down to his penis when she asked, "Can I do that to you?" She didn't wait for an answer. Quickly getting to her knees on the bed, she moved down so that her face was poised just above his proud implement. Tentatively, she wrapped her hand around it and touched the seeping, pre-cum tip with her tongue. There was a sharp intake of his breath when she sucked the length of it into her mouth. Her ex-boyfriend had taught her the little trick of suppressing the gag reflex center in her throat that she was able to use to advantage now. Slowly and purposefully she lowered her head until the entire eight inches of his penis was in her mouth and down her throat. She bobbed up and down, caressing the entire length of his cock with her mouth and tongue. Soon, the sensation of her soft mouth was more than he could stand and he was thrusting upward, trying to drive himself even deeper into her velvety throat. She could tell that he was close to climax so she quickly straddled him and, almost without missing a stroke, let his hard cock stab into her cunt. She was riding up and down, smiling down on him, her hands clenched in the hair on his chest. She could feel him quiver as the first spurt on his cum shot deep into her. With each upward stroke another diminishing load of his jitzum was injected into her welcoming pussy. Another trick she had learned was the clenching of her vaginal muscles. She applied that technique now, milking him of the last of his seminal fluids. It amused her that he pushed up one final time; his head lolled off to one side and fell fast asleep. So as not to disturb him, she carefully crawled off and went into the bathroom to wash up a little. By the time she got back with a damp cloth to clean him, he was snoring softly. She crawled into the bed along side of him, tucked herself under his arm and, savoring the aroma of his musk, joined him in dreamland. At first her dreams were pleasant but soon they became erotic. She was nude, spread eagle and chained to a bed. There were three or four men, all with different type of implements, some teasing her, some tickling her and one had an ostrich feather and was running it all over her body. One, wearing a cowboy's outfit, spurs and chaps, was teasing her pussy with a soft dildo. It was not unpleasant and she had a warm feeling between her legs. She opened her eyes to find John there, his tongue buried in her pussy, his arms snaked up along side of her body under her legs and fondling her breasts. In an attempt to increase the exotic feeling, she put her hands on his head and pulled him even harder into her. John looked up and said, "Oh good, you're awake. Welcome back sleepyhead. It's almost nine o'clock in the morning. I have to leave today at two." He couldn't help grinning when she smiled and whispered, "You're not going anywhere until you have sex with me again." With her legs still spread wide, he climbed up from his lower station until his hard cock was poised at the entrance to her wet slit. Using his hand, he rubbed it up and down in the natural lubricant a couple of times and then gently slid it into her. The moment he drove his firm dick into her, she wrapped her legs around his ass, holding him tight inside of her warm cunt. As she had done the night before, she clenched the muscles of her vagina and he could feel the 'milking' sensation again. It was almost like her pussy was giving him a blowjob. His gasp brought a smirk to Laura so she said, "You like." "Oh, God yes, how do you do that?" "I'll tell you later, just make me cum now." So, he set out to do just that. Using a long, carefully measured cadence, he pulled his cock out of her pussy until only the helmet was barely between the lips and then slowly reinserted it until he was so far in his balls were against her ass. Time and time again he repeated this. When she began to warm up to the exercise he quickened both the tempo and the power so much that soon he was pounding into her like a steam hammer. Now he was supporting himself on his hands alongside of her body and the only place they were joined was his phallus driving in and out of her cunt. She was lost in the ecstasy of carnal rapture, her mind and every fiber of her being was concentrating on the thing that was happening to her. The pleasurable feeling between her legs was radiating out, engulfing her entire body with the enchantment of it and causing her to moan with the passion of gratification. She was so taken by her own climax that she barely felt it when great gushes of his hot seamen spewed out of the end of his dick and filled her cunt to overflowing. Her pussy was so sensitive that she was actually thankful when he stopped and collapsed on top of her. As she pushed him off to one side, his softening cock slid out of her tender snatch and flopped, lifelessly, on his belly. She rose up, her elbow on the bed and her chin in her hand, surveying him. "You're pretty good in bed for a cowboy. You've got a few tricks of you own. Did you learn them out on the range?" He laughed. "For a city girl you're very good yourself." He rolled over, rose on his elbows and said, "All cowboys are good lovers. Some are just better than others but they're all good. He got out of bed and said, "I've got to go now but you haven't seen the last of me. Will you come to Oklahoma and see me?" "I would love to but with school and all, I can't afford it. Besides, I have to work." "Hell, that's no problem, I'll buy that damn Boutique and send my jet for you." And so he did. He bought the shop in Laura's name and she ran it under the name "SHEER DELIGHT" for a few years. By the time they were married three years later, she had branched out with Boutiques in Atlanta Georgia, Tulsa Oklahoma and Dallas and Huston Texas. She even opened one in Palm Beach Florida and called it 'THE OTHER WOMAN'. 30 Copyright © 07-01-2009 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author. For comments on this story contact me through the link below.