2 comments/ 142014 views/ 17 favorites My Seduction By: Pussyrider She was just a student, an exhibitor in a fashion fair at the local art college. 18 years old, Indian, a waif almost a foot shorter than I, with short spiky gelled hair and a ring through one nostril. She cradled my hand as she admired my wedding ring, winking at my bored five-year old daughter, clutching my other hand. She softly brushed her fingers across my freckled cheek as she told me, in her common East London accent, what a lovely pale complexion I have, and what a beautiful bone structure. Would I consider modelling some stuff for her in an exhibition? It was for charity, how could I refuse? Later, the whole thing seemed so ridiculous that, had I been able to contact her, I would have called it off. After all, why would a funky young girl, literally half my age, want me to show off her designs for her? But I didn't even know her surname. So there I was, three days later, waiting for her to call round "to take a few measurements". It was all perfectly innocent, of course. In 12 years of marriage I had never so much as looked at another man, let alone even dreamed of doing anything with another woman. I was happy with my sex life: Paul and I made love twice a week, regular as clockwork, ten minutes of passion before he rolled over and went to sleep and I pulled my nightdress back down. Why, then, when he asked me over breakfast if I had any plans for the day, had I glanced away and said "Nothing special"? After he left for work I walked my baby girl to school, then paced the house nervously, glancing out of my lounge window every five minutes. I still managed to miss her arrival, and I jumped when the doorbell sounded. I opened the front door and admitted Sureeta to my home. She wore a white cotton boob tube which exposed a sapphire navel piercing, and a matching loose fitting calf-length skirt with an elasticated waistband. Handing me her denim bomber jacket, she removed her Doc Martens to reveal tiny feet with purple-painted toenails and a silver ring on one toe of each foot. "Call me Ree. Are we going in here?" She preceded me into the lounge and closed the curtains. Even as I was wondering what the neighbours would make of that she asked me, brisk and businesslike, to strip down to my underwear. I peeled off my designer T-shirt and jeans and stood self-consciously before her. She barely glanced at me as she reached into her carpet bag for a tape measure. Stepping behind me, she reached around my body and closed her small hands over my heavy breasts, plumping them up in my bra. Her body was pressed to mine, a musky fragrance filled my nostrils and I shuddered slightly as I felt, I was sure, her erect nipples poke into my back. Ree passed the cold tape measure around my chest then my waist. Then I felt a finger enter the waistband of my silken thong panties behind me, as she pulled them higher on my torso. Gently she took one of my buttocks in either hand and eased them apart, allowing the thong to nestle deep between my cheeks. I shuddered again as I felt a finger stroke up the entire length of my bum crack, before she passed the tape around my hips. Taking her time, enjoying the effect she was clearly having on me, and the sight of my nipples straining against the cups of my bra, she knelt before me. Her face was so close to the front of my dampening panties that I could feel her warm breath disturbing the strands of red hair which peeped out from the material. Wordlessly she placed her hands on my inner thighs and eased my legs further apart. Taking the tape measure she placed it against my leg. In doing so the knuckles of her hand 'accidentally' pressed firmly into my crotch. I gasped and, feeling my legs buckle, placed a supporting hand on Ree's shoulder. All pretence at an end, she rose from her crouch, flipping her hand so that it was now her finger tips which pressed against my labia around the flimsy material of the thong. She took a hank of my hair in her other hand and pulled my face down to meet hers. As her tongue entered my mouth, two fingers entered my pussy and my own tongue bucked against hers. In absolute control of the situation, she drew her mouth back from mine, a triumphant smile on her face, and slipped a finger into my mouth. For the first time since my days of adolescent experimentation I tasted my own love nectar. Ree took my hand and led me upstairs to my marital bed. Along the way she slipped off her skirt and, mesmerised, I watched her taut naked buttocks climb the stairs before me. We sat on the bed and kissed as Ree reached behind me and unclipped my bra. Barely breaking the kiss to slip her blouse over her head, she pressed me back into the bed, most of her hand, it seemed, in my pussy while her thumb flicked across my clitty. She nibbled her way down my throat to a breast, teasing one achingly stiff nipple with her teeth while a hand squeezed and caressed my other breast. As her tongue reamed my navel my hips lifted from the bed, and she pushed my now sodden thong down to my knees. Impatiently I kicked it off my legs. Then, for the first time since before my marriage, a warm, loving, adventurous mouth attached itself to my vagina. With tongue, teeth, lips, fingers, thumbs, nose, she drove me to heights of ecstasy I hadn't dreamed existed. I smothered my face in a pillow to try to muffle my howls of lust, my heels drumming a tattoo on the bed. As I finally subsided Ree's mouth was back on mine, her fingers gently stroking my labia to help me come down. Again I tasted myself, this time on her sweet tongue. Eager to please my love, I lowered my head to her chest. She fed one of her tiny breasts into my mouth, and I feasted on a small, nut-hard nipple. My exploring fingers swirled in her dense forest of pubic hair, then pressed between the soft folds of her pussy lips, finding and stroking her clit, while my middle finger explored further. Novice as I was, I felt a surge of joy as her entire body stiffened, and she yelped like a terrier into my mouth as we kissed while she clutched me to her in a bear hug. We lay in each other's arms for a while, gently kissing as we stroked sweat-sodden hair from each other's foreheads. Our breasts nuzzled like friendly puppies as her muscular nut brown body seemed almost to merge into my slim alabaster one. She told me that when she and her circle of girlfriends made a new conquest they normally tried to pass the woman from one to another – "but you're too good a find, I'm going to keep you all to myself". After I don't know how long, I stirred from drowsing to find myself alone on the bed. Momentarily alarmed, I relaxed as I heard Ree padding up the stairs and back to me. She entered the room wearing a huge strap-on cock, longer and much thicker than anything I'd ever seen in my wistful window shopping trips to Ann Summers. She giggled at the stunned expression on my face, as she suggestively rubbed a lubricant along its length. I asked her to take me from behind, as a change to Paul's perpetual missionary position, but she shook her head. "Uh-uh, not this time. I want to see your face when you come, as I fuck you better than your old man or anyone else has ever fucked you in your life." She was true to her word, ramming the cock home so forcefully it drove the breath from my body, and hammering it into me harder, more teasingly and, of course, for far longer, than I'd ever known. The sweet smile on her face as it hovered above me completed the effect, and this time I needed no pillow - I didn't give a shit if the entire street heard as I moaned, sobbed and screamed out the delirious pleasure I was being given by my beautiful, sweet, sexy, skilful new young lesbian lover. My Seduction into Bi Sex At the time of my seduction I was a 18 year old total virgin, I had never got much further than heavy petting with a girl and never even thought about blokes. I had gone to a quiet country pub for a drink with some mates like we had done many times before. It was a nice warm summers evening and we had a few pints and played darts until closing time. When we left we had to walk to the end of the lane to a small car park on the edge of a forest that the local people used for walking their dogs, before turning in for the night. We stood chatting for a while in the light from a full moon, until one by one people left leaving just my old school friend Tony and I chatting in the moonlight, when Tony, who I found out latter had some experience with other blokes, suggested we walk as we chatted and headed off down the smaller of the three paths leading from the car park into the woods with me following. As we slowly walked and chatted through the woods he turned the conversation onto girls and sex, asking how far I had got with my current girlfriend and how long I thought it would be before I had sex with her. As I was replying that it was early days he turned off onto a smaller path and asked if I had got as far as playing with her tits yet, I replied that as I really liked her I was taking it slow and careful so as not to scare her off. He must have planned what was coming, as he said, "follow me" and turned off the path pushing his way through a dense thicket of Rhododendron's. I said, "Why are we going in here?" As I innocently turned to follow him. Tony said, "you'll see." After struggling through the dense foliage I entered a small clearing about fifteen feet in diameter with a large Oak tree stood in the centre. I walked over to Tony who was leaning against the tree took out and lit a cigarette and leaned back against the tree next to him as he resumed chatting. Talk about naive, there I am, late at night finishing a cigarette in a secluded clearing as Tony is talking about how wet his girlfriends pussy gets, eating her out, blow jobs etc. I am being seduced. Then as I am carefully putting out my cigarette he changes the conversation as he turns towards me and says, "Are you getting horny? "What do you mean?" I reply. Tony says, "I bet your cocks getting nice and hard like mine, isn't it?" Before I can answer Tony has stepped in front of me and starts to rub my cock through my clothes. For a few moments I am so surprised at the turn of events that I say and do nothing. Then I suddenly realise what is happening to me, close to a road and only a few feet away from well used footpaths in a public wood. My mind is in a turmoil, I want Tony to stop but I am scared of being heard and caught like this. So quietly for fear of attracting a strangers attention I tell Tony he must stop, its not right, I am not gay as I struggle to get his hands off my now hardening cock. For some reason I never thought of pushing him off or hitting him to get him to stop. I couldn't understand why my cock was getting so hard; I didn't fancy him or any bloke for that matter. As we struggled with me continuing to quietly plead with him to stop and keep his hands off my cock he managed to unzip my fly, push down the front of my underpants and grip the middle of my rigid cock. My struggling reduced as he got a grip on my bare hard cock and he sensed it and started telling me "you have a nice cock, its nice and hard, you like me holding your cock, you want me to make you cum?" As he was saying this he moved his grip to the top of my cock and pulled the foreskin back exposing my sensitive purple knob, which he started to rub gently with his thumb. Because of the feelings he was causing in my cock I had stopped struggling now and just kept quietly telling him "stop, we mustn't, its not right, let me go." He took no notice and continued to rub his left thumb over my now leaking knob, as he undid my trousers with his other hand and pushed them down with my underwear until they fell to my ankles. He then undid and dropped his own trousers and underwear. I just stood there absolutely still, resigned to my fate, knowing that what he was doing was wrong but enjoying the exquisite pleasure his hand and thumb were causing on my now aching, leaking cock. Tony knew he had won now and put my hand on his cock. I knew what he wanted but didn't dare move, so he wrapped my fingers round his cock and started pulling my hand up and down his long cock as he now started to use my leaking precum to lubricate my knob and put more pressure on his thumb as he circled the underside of my cock. I was lost in the pleasure he was raising in my cock, my whole being seamed to be focused in and controlled by the sensations in my cock. I started to wank his cock, stopping every now and then to rub my thumb over his knob like he was doing to me. After a few minutes I could feel his copious precum lubricating his knob and shaft causing my hand to loose grip so I gripped him tighter and started to wank him faster. As I felt his cock swell slightly and begin to twitch he let go of my cock and pulled my hand of his cock as he sank to his knees. I stood there leaning back against the tree with my hard aching cock flat against my stomach, wondering what he was going to do now. As he knelt before me, he reached up with both hands and pulled my cock down horizontal and started to wank me with long slow, sensous strokes, pulling my foreskin back so far it was almost painful. I had done a lot of wanking since my early teens, and I thought "what's he playing at, I will never cum if he doesn't start going faster." I found out as Tony leaned forward and started to lick all the precum off my cock shaft and his hands, before concentrating on my leaking knob. I remember thinking of the blow jobs he had been talking about and thought no way would he do that to me. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Tony slowly slipped my cock past his lips as he swirled his tongue around my knob and then around the shaft as he slowly took my six inch cock fully in his mouth till by balls were on his chin. The exquisite sensations this caused bordered almost in pain, I closed my eyes tight and bit my bottom lip to avoid screaming in pleasure at my first ever blowjob. He used his left hand to keep my foreskin pulled right back as he started to bob his head up down the whole length of my cock using his tongue to tease whatever went past it at the same time. I just leaned there against the tree with my eyes shut in sexual ecstasy unaware that he was wanking his own cock with his other hand. As I got close to cumming I was incapable of anything other than panting and moaning in extasy as quietly as I could at what he was doing to my cock with those angel lips of his. My legs went weak and started trembling as I pumped my first jet of cum into Tony's mouth. Tony pulled my cock from his mouth and aimed the remaining jets of my cum at his face and open mouth as he continued to wank himself and me. As my fifth jet of cum landed on his forehead Tony groaned and sunk his mouth back over my cock as he to started to cum all over my bare legs. As he finished cumming he thoroughly licked my cock clean before standing up and getting dressed. Once he was dressed he used a hanky to wipe my cum off his face and then passed it to me and said "Clean up and get dressed! Hope you enjoyed that and want more soon?" I didn't reply at first as he had done such a good job on me it took several minutes for me to recover enough to talk or dress. When I did reply I said, "Yes I want more." Prologue. That was 37 years ago and even after all this time I get a hard on thinking about it. Until we both married we used to meet about once a week somewhere secluded for sex, which progressed to rimming and anal. After we married it reduced to about once every two weeks either somewhere secluded or at either of our houses until the kids got older and put a block on us using our houses. Since then it's about once every three weeks either somewhere secluded or a hotel. And before you think we are gay we are not. We both like and try for as much female sex as possible, but women place restrictions and do things differently. Sex with another man is more open and only another man knows exactly how to arouse and tease another man. My Seduction into CD'ing & Gay Sex My Seduction into CD'ing & Gay Sex Next came a plaid shirt, or so I thought. He let me put it on and then I noticed a touch of lace at the cuffs of the short sleeves and that the buttons were on the wrong side. Seeing my dilemma, he told me, "Girl's things have the buttons reversed from men's." Next he handed me a pair of navy blue slacks and it was a surprise to me to find the zipper was on the side and not the front. I immediately understood he was having me wear only feminine things. A pair of black leather "flats" were handed to me and I slipped the soft shoes on my feet. It was a surprise how easily they slid on over my nylon stocking clad feet and felt instantly very comfortable. "Good," he said, adjusting my longish hair to make it full down around my face and not be tucked back behind my ears as usual. "It looks like you enjoy this and we'll address putting make up on you later when you won't be outside. Don't want to embarrass you by having anyone notice you are a boy wearing only girl's clothing, do we, Alicia?" Before I could reply he was leading me downstairs and we were soon at work storing the last of the storm windows and putting up the screens. With him helping me, this time, it went twice as fast as before and by noon time we were finished with the whole house. "Good job, Alicia," he said softly as we put the ladder away in the garage and headed into the house for lunch. "You'll be able to change into some other more comfortable things after we've had a bite to eat and this afternoon will be less man-like labor." "Gosh, Mr. Ferguson, I feel a bit odd dressed like this but these clothes are much more comfortable to wear than I thought." "I knew you would like this, and I can see a bit of a resurgence tenting out the front of your slacks again. Am I going to have to give you another 'treatment' like I did before?" he asked. "Oh, I, uh, I," I tried to reply as we walked through the house and he now had his arm around my waist holding me closely to him, "I like, I liked that a lot, but is it right?" "Alicia, Alicia, Alicia," he said with a bit of frustration, "We agreed if you are going to learn how girls see things you need to live exactly as a girl for the weekend and I must play the role of your boyfriend, just like girls often do at slumber parties and such." "Yes, yes sir, I remember." "Good, now before we have lunch let's slip upstairs so I can take care of that growing problem inside your panties." By now I knew what was coming for me. Inside the master bedroom he helped me out of my blouse, shoes, and slacks before lowering my panty liners down my legs and teasing me as he did so. Then he slipped the wispy panties down over my nylons and my cock stood at full attention. Kneeling before me he stroked my cock a couple of times and fondled my balls with his other hand. Then he leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock and then engulfed it fully down to the base in one motion with his mouth. I'd never had my cock sucked before today and now I was having it done to me for the second time in just hours! I remember him sucking on me and I was going crazy over the sensations and knew he would soon have me spurting cum into his waiting mouth again. I was already wondering if he would kiss me and let me taste my cum juices on his lips and tongue. Suddenly, he stopped and once again held my cock and balls in a tight grip preventing me from cumming even though I was so close. "You know, I'll expect you to return this favor for me." "Ye, yessir," was all my trembling mouth could manage in response. It felt so wonderful how could I not want to try doing it to him? "Good girl, Alicia. You like this, don't you?" "Yes, sir," I managed to state a little more emphatically. "Excellent," he smiled up at me, "I'll expect you will learn to like doing to me what I'm doing for you right now. I'll expect you to do it a lot, too." Before I could answer he was sucking on my cock again and after another couple of minutes I was shooting forth my white hot cum into his suctioning mouth. My whole body trembled from the sensations and I was loving it! Again he stood and kissed me and this time I did not resist at all. When he put my arms around him, like a girl would, I understood and complied. We necked for a few minutes, standing there, when he finally broke away and told me, "You are a wonderful kisser for a boy or a girl. You will do well. We need to stop or I'm going to get too carried away and we'll never have lunch." I suddenly realized I was more interested in what we might do than have a bite to eat. "Well, lunch first and then we'll have some fun this afternoon with you dressed pretty in a nice dress and high heels and make up." He helped me step into my panties and then clad as I was led me downstairs for lunch. At first it seemed odd to be wandering around his house clad in just bra with breast inserts, panties, garter belt and nylon stockings, and a pair of women's flats on my feet. The more I stayed dressed that way the more natural it seemed and I luxuriated in what I was wearing. Subconsciously, I knew I was turning Mr. Ferguson on and found that a strong appeal for me. He had me sit at the table as he fixed us a tuna salad and commented that for dinner he would be teaching me some rudiments of cooking which every girl needed to know. "Maybe I'll even have you try your hand at barbequing our steaks for dinner," he told me as he sat down at the table. "You'll be pretty well hidden from view at the barbeque out back, as you know, and it shouldn't be a problem for you to be out there in a dress, make up, and high heels. Think you would like that?" he asked in conclusion. "I'd love it, Mr. Ferguson," I answered and started in on the salad he had set before me. "I'm starting to think you won't want to go back to being a boy by the time this weekend is over," he laughed. "You're having too much fun being a girl." "I just had no idea, Mr. Ferguson, and when you proposed my learning about how girls look at things I never considered trying being a girl to learn. I guess if girls do it with each other as a way of training for dealing with us guys then I'm glad you are being so kind to me." "Well, this sure is a good way for you to learn and sort of feel like you are on the inside with girls when it comes to their perspectives. You've a lot to learn but this weekend will be good for you and a lot of fun, too. "I hope this is fun for you, Alicia," he concluded. "Oh, Mr. Ferguson," I gushed, blushing a little, "It is incredible. I can hardly wait for our further adventures. You are very kind to me and play a wonderful boyfriend, too." "Well, just think of me as your boyfriend for the rest of the weekend and you'll love it." After lunch he took me back upstairs and continued my transformation. I already thought I looked like a girl but would be amazed at the transformation that was about to take place. Standing me next to his bed, he dropped a silky pink nylon full slip over my head and helped me get my arms through the shoulder straps. A few quick adjustments to the slides on the straps and I found the slip draping perfectly over my breasts and hips. Glancing at the mirror I found a girl staring back at me and realized I was her! It felt wonderful, enjoying the undies I already wore, and it made me realize how lucky girls were with what they could wear. Seating me at his wife's make-up table, he set to work on applying all the items to my face that a girl would. He explained the use and need of each, starting with a foundation base and then finishing it with my lipstick as the last step. "The real trick, when assuming the 'persona' of a girl, is not to use too much make-up. Understatement works best and that is just what girls do. Too much and you look both slutty and false. You don't want to look 'false'," he advised, "As that is a tip off you aren't a girl." My lips seemed fuller with the new color and gloss while the lip liner made them look larger. My eyes were more open and innocent looking with his soft touch of eye shadow and false eyelashes without much mascara. A bit of rouge on my cheeks made my cheek bones a bit more prominent. I was so convincing as a girl with a boy's haircut. "What about my hair?" I asked. "Everything in its own good time," he replied and clipped a gold dangly hoop earring on each earlobe. "You'll get used to the pinching and if you want them pierced we'll have to talk about that as your parents will likely object." Next came a blonde wig that had soft curls cascading down over my shoulders. Now I really did look convincingly like a girl. I was both proud and pleased with my transformation and the events of today made me glad I'd agreed to do this. "I just love this, Mr. Ferguson, and am so surprised at myself. You must have spent a lot of money on the false breasts and other items." "Not that much, dear," he pointed out, "I do have friends still in the business I was in and they gave me some terrific discounts. Now, let's get a dress and a pair of high heels on you so you can finally look like the young girl you want to be." "When I took your measurements, yesterday, I was also checking both shoe size and dress sizes. Luckily, almost all of my wife's things will fit you perfectly. This dress is new but high heels were hers. Let's see how it all turns out." The dress was a silk shantung affair of oriental manufacture. It nipped in at the waist and fit my new bosom perfectly. The skirt was straight, almost restrictive in its tightness, and the hips seemed just a bit too large. Mr. Ferguson stood back and looked me over, assessing my new female appearance. "Yes, you'll eventually need some hip pads inserted into your panties. However, we can do that later when we're ready. Now, let's see how you get on walking about in high heels." With that he had me sit on the velvet bench at the foot of the bed and he slipped a white high heeled pump on each foot. The spike heels measure four inches and looked pretty intimidating to me to walk in. "Okay, time to learn to walk like a girl," he said and kissed me on the forehead as he helped me stand. "Oh, my," I muttered as I stared at myself in the mirror. It was as if I was now replaced by someone else and she was a very pretty girl in her late teens. Walking was entirely something else. I nearly fell after only two or three steps. He held my arm and guided me around the bedroom cautioning me to take shorter steps, place one foot almost directly in front of the other, and lift my legs at the knees not throwing my foot out in front of myself like a guy does. "You're going to continue to need practice, but by the end of the weekend I think you'll be walking around in high heels as good as any girl your age," he told me. With that he led me to the stairs and told me how a woman navigates steps. With him leading the way I carefully stepped in a somewhat diagonal manner down the stairs and was real proud of myself for getting to the first floor without tripping. "Congratulations!" he boomed and hugged and kissed me. Then he kissed me again and I found his tongue invading my mouth once more. I remembered he said his role was to be the "boyfriend" so I could learn and soon we were standing there necking and I found my cock beginning to grow inside my panties again. What was further surprising was my noticing he had also grown a hard-on and I wondered how big he was, was he cut or uncut, and that I liked knowing I was turning him on, too. "Just like a girl," I silently thought to myself. "You really make an attractive young lady, Alicia," he murmured into my ear as he kissed me there and taunted me with his tongue sliding inside my ear. "You are turning this old man on like mad." "I'm glad, Mr. Ferguson," I whispered back between kisses. His hand had slid up to the front of my dress and was massaging my silicone titty and just the idea of him doing that was also stimulating for me. With his other hand he guided one of mine down to the front of his pants and I found him sporting a hard-on. I knew I was the cause and could not resist squeezing it and feeling him through his slacks. "Take it out, Darling," he whispered between kisses, and I dutifully unzipped his pants and found he was not wearing undershorts. His cock sprang free and I was then told to undo his belt and drop his pants for him. I held his cock with my other hand, amazed at how eager I was to stroke him, as I undid his belt somehow and his slacks hit the floor. "I want you to do more than just stroke me, Darling," he intoned as his hand on my shoulder began to push me downward. I knew what was expected and was actually eager to try sucking on a man's cock. Twenty four hours ago I'd have never believed I'd be doing this much less wanting it. My silken clad knees slipped slightly on the soft plush cut carpet, due to the silkiness of my nylons, and I stared at his almost 8 inch cock. It was larger than mine and uncut. It was the most intriguing thing I had ever seen and I began to realize I was beginning to react more and more like a girl! I kissed the head of his cock and then slipped my lips around it as I gently massaged his balls with one hand and held on to his leg with the other. I imitated what he'd done to me. Soon my eager slurping sounds were filling the room and I knew he was happy with me. Looking up into his eyes I noted he was being thrilled by how I was sucking on his man meat and knew I wanted to do it the best I could. My tongue rasped along the underside of his cock head, every so often, and each time he jerked a bit in pleasure from it. Suddenly, he held my head and began thrusting into my mouth. I wasn't able to take him down my throat but suckled as hard as I could and soon he was filling my mouth with his cum! I kept on slurping away until he could give me no more and then finally let his cock slip from my lips. I was somehow reluctant to let it go. I swallowed all of his cum and relished in the subtle taste of it and knew I would want more whenever I could. Pulling me up he kissed me deeply and murmured, "You swallowed all of it, didn't you." "Yes," I answered shyly, amazed at myself for so enjoying what I'd just done with a man. "I'll want you to do this again, and I hope you will," he whispered softly into my ear. "I think I'm already addicted to it," I whispered back and we both giggled as we stood there and necked in his living room. Taking my hand he led me out onto the screened porch which was shielded from view of any passersby. Seating me on the cushioned glider he went inside to get us each an ice tea and told me we needed to discuss some things. I sat there reveling in how it felt to wear all the wonderful garments that kept caressing my body and how I loved taking the role of a young girl. A very horny one, at that! Returning moments later, he handed me an iced tea and sat next to me holding my hand. I was loving this. "I hope I am not taking you too far too soon," he said softly as we clinked out glasses in a toast to what I'd just done to him. "Not at all, Mr. Ferguson, I'm loving this and never knew I would want to do any of this stuff, including dressing up in girl's clothes." "Do you want to stop, right now, or do you want to go on to the next plateau?" he asked. "Oh, please, all the plateaus you can think of! I want to try them all!! This is so thrilling for me and I am beginning to understand how girls think. I know there is a lot I need to still learn, but I'm loving this so much!" "Then I'll be wanting you to surrender your body to me completely," he told me. "This will mean more fun and delight for you, but you need to be ready for it." "I thought I'd already surrendered my body to you, Mr. Ferguson," I giggled, "When I sucked you off a few minutes ago. Besides, I admit I want to do that again for you." "I meant beyond that, Honey," he informed me. "To help you affect a more girlish gait I am going to take you upstairs and give you an enema. Once we've that out of the way I'm going to insert a plug up your bottom that will somewhat force you to walk with a hip swivel like girls seem to know how to do instinctively." "Excuse me, an enema? Isn't that a bit extreme, and what's a plug?" I wanted to know. "Not really," he said softly as he put an arm around my shoulders and held me close to him. I was loving this sensation of being treated like a girl, again, and snuggled in without protest. "You need to open your body up to me so I can help you achieve what you need. You may well find out the enema is extremely sensual, for you, and wearing a butt plug will stimulate you further and, I'm afraid, make you very very horny." "I already am!" I exclaimed in return, giggling like the schoolgirl I felt I'd become. "That's great, because tonight I'm going to want you to wear a long silky sheer nightgown over your bra, garter belt, and nylons when you go to bed." "Wow," I thought, he is going to really keep me as a girl all weekend. I found myself asking, "What color is the nightgown I'm to wear tonight?" Already I was succumbing fully to his plan. "A soft feminine pink," he responded, "Which will help you achieve the frame of mind you need. I think you will love sleeping in nightgowns," he concluded and I instantly realized he would expect me to wear a nightgown each night. My dress front was already showing my reaction to his commentary because my dick had gotten hard again. "Looks like you are eager to start your next plateau," he laughed and stroked my cock through my dress, slip, and panties. "However," he added, "We need to give you a rest from all this sexy activity. I've some teenage girls' magazines you need to study as you relax." Mr. Ferguson handed me several magazines like, "Seventeen", "Glamour", "Woman's World", etc. and told me to take my time reading them and if I felt like a nap it would be just fine. "I've some paperwork to do and friends to call for social things," he told me, "So you just relax and enjoy being a girl here on the screened in porch. Stretch out on the glider and snooze a bit, too, if you want." The magazines were more interesting than I had thought and soon I was fascinated with the ads for lovely clothes and some of the stories of romance and articles about dating. It was a surprise to find a few articles that were quite candid in what to do about a boy who's hands keep trying to wander to a girl's breasts or up under her skirt. All this made me realize girls were concentrating a lot more on relationships and sex than we boys had been giving them credit for. Before long I had drifted off to sleep and was soon dreaming I was a young girl out shopping dressed nicely in a pretty outfit and high heels as I wandered from store to store choosing some very intimate items without anyone questioning me. A gentle hand on my shoulder wakened me and Mr. Ferguson told me I'd slept a good share of the afternoon and it was nearly 5 o'clock. It startled me to wake up and not know where I was and find myself wearing nylons, high heels, and be fully dressed as a girl. It took me a moment to come to my senses and recall what all had happened to me this day. "Oh, sorry, Mr. Ferguson, I really fell asleep." "Yes, you did, Dear, and we need to get some things done around here. Five o'clock is cocktail time in this house and I'm going to permit you to have a glass of wine. However, we need to do some other things for you first." "Oh, okay, but first I really need to go potty," I said amazed at myself for even commenting like a girl would instead of saying, "I need to take a piss." "Come on," he offered as he took my hand and pulled me off the glider, "Let me help you up." My Seduction into CD'ing & Gay Sex Sliding off the cushions my dress and slip hems rode up my legs well past the top of my nylons. "You'll need to be a bit more careful in the future if anyone else is around," he grinned at me, "That is really sexy flirting." "I'm sorry," I mumbled and began to blush. "Don't be sorry with me," he commented, "I love it! You really have lovely legs." I felt flattered and loved hearing that from Mr. Ferguson. He led me through the house and to the stairs. "We need to see how you navigate going up stairs compared to down them," he told me, "You are still walking a bit like a boy in high heels but I think we can cure that shortly." I managed to get upstairs all the while knowing he was watching my backside and looking up my dress at my legs. It was a bit exciting for me. In the bathroom I was about to close the door but he stayed with me. "No, no," he admonished me, "I need to be your 'shadow' all the time to make sure you obtain the habits of a young lady if you are going to have that inside track on how they think." As I stood before the toilet ready to hike up my skirt and lower my panties he was again correcting me. "No, Alicia, not that way. Boys stand to piss, girls drop their panties below their knees and sit on the toilet to pee properly. You must always do it that way, too." It was a bit embarrassing to turn and lower my silky panties down over my nylons, the sensation once again making me shiver in pleasure, and then sit there and aim my pee inside the toilet bowl. When I had finished Mr. Ferguson had me softly tap my penis dry with toilet paper, like girls do to their pussies, before I could get up. I was about to pull up my panties when he advised me to take them off as we needed to get another task completed. As he did so he was filling an enema bag with warm water at the sink. "Get down on all fours on the large towel on the floor," he directed me. I then felt him lifting my skirt and slip up over my ass and draping them well up my midsection out of the way. He greased up the nozzle, as I watched, and then moved behind me and told me to just relax and let the end of the nozzle slide inside my anus. Easier said than done, I quickly realized, but with gentle persistence on his part he made me relax and the nozzle end slowly entered my nether channel. Gradually, he eased the slippery hard plastic into me and then released the flow of water from the bag which he had hung on a hook behind the bathroom door. "ohhh," I moaned gently as the water gushed down the tube and into me. As that was happening he kept slowly easing the nozzle in and out of my anus but never taking it all the way out. Despite myself I began to slowly rock back and forth to meet the gentle thrusts he was giving me. "I can see this is becoming enjoyable for you, Alicia," he whispered in my ear as he reached around me and stroked my now stiff cock. "Maybe you and I will want to do this often." Soon I was feeling quite bloated with water and he eased me up to a standing position. Guiding me back to the toilet he had me sit on it but scrunch forward so he could deftly remove the nozzle from me. The water shot out of me into the bowl and I felt instant relief. I was glad this was over, even though it was a bit of a turn on, since it was a bit humiliating. Before I could get up, though, he had refilled the bag and bade me to wipe myself clean and then get back on all fours for him. This time he had a different nozzle on the end of the enema tube and it was shaped like a cock. "This will make it easier for you to accept the butt plug," he advised as he liberally greased up the false phallus. "It won't hurt you and will probably feel a bit nicer than the nozzle did." With that he got behind me again and put the head of the false cock up against my anal opening. It took a bit of trying, on my part, to relax but finally he had managed to ease the head of the enema dildo inside me. "ohhhhh," was all I could muster as he slowly worked in further and further inside me. Soon he had all six inches buried inside my ass and I was becoming accustomed to having it there. Then he released the water and I felt my rectum taking on another bag full. As before, he began working it in and out of me as the flow entered me. I couldn't resist rocking back and forth to meet the thrusts and he began stroking my cock again. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Darling," he commented as he worked on me driving me to a fever pitch. Soon I as filled with the other bag of enema water and also wanting to cum. However, he held me close and led me back to the toilet so I could void the contents of the enema. After wiping myself clean and dry he had get back on all fours once more. I began to wonder how many times he would be giving me an enema. He produce a metal ring with an inside diameter of nearly two inches. From somewhere he had ice cubes in his hand and quickly my hard-on disappeared and even my balls seemed to shrink. "Good girl," he intoned and then quickly slipped the ring up my cock to the base and managed to get both of my balls through it, too, before I started to swell up again from his fondling. Now I had a metal ring surrounding my sensitive area and I learned it would prevent me from losing my hard-on. "Perfect, Honey," he said softly, and then he fitted a leather strap around my waist. I was now quite curious about what he was going to do to me but knew better than interrupt him. The leather waist strap had another at the very front that he pulled down and looped it through the metal ring and then closed the snaps on it. From the back of the waist band was a second strap that was longer and could be pulled between my legs to the metal ring around the base of my cock and balls. From the counter he brought over a pink cone shaped device. It had a bit of a rounded top and flared out to a couple of inches across and then nipped in to about a half inch in diameter below it and had a flat rectangular base. Liberally greasing up the cone I realized this was the butt plug he was referring to earlier. "Now, just relax and let it enter you," he said softly as he began probing my anus. It took a few moments and then the rounded tip entered me but would not go further. It was larger in diameter than the dildo and I wasn't sure it would fit. "Just relax, it'll work, Dear," he whispered, "And will soon feel wonderful for you. This is the toy that will help you learn to walk exactly like a girl." It took another minute or two and it was finally snugly in my ass. Surprisingly, it felt very nice. He then held out a small piece of leather that he fitted around the base of the butt plug and it had two sides that hung down about an inch each with snaps on them. These he fitted around the strap that went between my ass cheeks and snapped them closed. Now he had the butt plug in place in me and it would not come out until the snaps were released. At the same time the cock ring was keeping me hard and my arousal was a great surprise to me. This day had been one of nothing but shocking surprises and I began to wonder how many more were in store for me as I moved to each plateau. "Okay, Honey," he told me as he held out his hand, "You can stand now and put your panties back on." I did as he told me and was a bit stunned to feel the butt plug moving inside me as I moved my legs to step into the panties. The look on my face gave away the sensations I was now experiencing. "Almost feels like someone is gently fucking you, doesn't it, Alicia?" "Ye, yes sir, I guess that's what if feels like," came my shaky reply. "You'll like it and at the same time it will force you to walk like a girl." He held my hand as I walked through the master bedroom, down the hallway, and traversed the stairs to the living room. My quiet sighs and slight moans reinforced what he wanted of me. I was astonished to feel this plug bobbing up and down inside me with each movement and wanted to walk more and more to keep it doing it. "You're already walking more like a girl," he mused and then poured me a glass of red wine. Taking my hand in his, as we walked back to the screened in porch, I felt like a girl who was slowly getting well fucked and loving it. I was transitioning into young womanhood. "Here's a toast to you, Alicia, on becoming a young girl and tonight you will experience fully what it is like to be a woman." With that we clinked our glasses, sipped a sip, and then he kissed me as his free hand managed to push the butt plug further into me and then ease it out. My moans were music to him and my knees visibly trembled inside my nylon stockings. I didn't think to question his comments about my experiencing fully what it would be like to be a woman. Taking my hand he led me to the glider and he had me ease down softly onto the stuffed cushions. "You don't ever want to sit down hard while wearing a butt plug, Darling," he told me, "It can really hurt." I assumed he was right as just sitting down seemed to ease the plug further up my back channel and I squirmed a bit at the feeling of it. That didn't go without notice by Mr. Ferguson. We chatted awhile and he inquired what I thought of the young girl's magazines he'd given me to read. He seemed pleased to learn I found them interesting and there were several articles I really thought might be fun to complete reading. We held hands on the glider and sipped our wine as we chatted. Pretty grown up for me, but at 18 you can have certain drinks in our province. I felt like a young woman on a date and I was really loving it. "Girls are sooo fortunate," I thought to myself as we sat there. Eventually, Mr. Ferguson told me it would soon be dark and we needed to have our dinner. He was going to scurry into the kitchen and fix a salad and then we could team up on barbequing the steaks he had gotten to celebrate my transformation into a young woman. A short while later he came back and asked me if I'd like to help with the barbequing of the steaks! I'd hardly nodded my head when away we went through the kitchen to grab the steaks. He fired up the grill and showed me how to grease up the grill top so the meat would not stick. "You need to always use something to grease up where you are going to put your meat," he grinned. "Unless my mouth is wet and waiting for it," I grinned back and we smooched as we stood next to the barbeque. Before long he was thrusting the butt plug into my ass again and it was turning me on like crazy. "I think we need to stop," I whispered in his ear, "Even though I don't want to. However, if you keep that up I'm going to cum in my panties." We managed to control ourselves and finish cooking the steaks and then he took me back to the porch where he had somehow set the table and he then lighted a couple of candles. It made for a very romantic setting for our dinner. We enjoyed our meal and he told me dessert would be special tonight. I was curious and hoped I was the dessert. He poured us each some more wine, although I didn't need any as I could already feel the effect of my first glass. We sat there and sipped our drinks and chatted about a variety of things until he turned the conversation about my wearing only girl's lingerie, a dress, stockings, high heels, and makeup along with a wig. I admitted I was loving it and his gift of the panties, the other day, had started the whole thing. "I had hoped it would, Alicia," he said softly. "I've been wanting you for a long time and this is a great way to make you happy, you can learn what you need to find out about femininity, and maybe more." "I suspect you plan for more in the plateaus you referred to," I commented over the rim of my glass as I smiled at him. "Tomorrow you will be learning a girl's domestic duties. I want you to learn some basics about cooking, which your mother will love, as well as house cleaning, etc. You will wear a maid's uniform and I've another pair of high heels to go with the uniform." "Wow," I enthused, "That sounds like fun. I'm really enjoying living like a girl." "Great," he said as he looked at me from across the table. "Tonight you will learn even more." As he said this I suddenly felt a slight buzzing in my bottom and it seemed the butt plug was vibrating. I must have gotten a funny look on my face as Mr. Ferguson just looked at me and smiled more broadly. "Does your butt plug feel nice, Honey?" he asked and suddenly the vibrations increased quite a bit. It was all I could do to sit still in my chair without wiggling all over it caused by the butt plug. "Wha, what are you doing?" I wanted to know and the vibrations got even more pronounced. "It is a remote control that is tuned in to your butt plug, Darling," he smiled. "I think it must be feeling very good to you. Now let's try this," and so saying the butt plug not only vibrated but began to pump up and down inside my ass!! My Seduction of a Married Lady I was 24 years old when this wonderful incident occurred (or must say I made occur) in my life. I had gone with my friend Ravi to attend his relative's marriage in a small conservative town in semi-rural Rajasthan. As expected I had a boring time...the ladies kept to themselves and the local men and I had nothing in common. So it was with reluctance that I allowed him to take me to his grandfather's house one morning for a short visit. The old man had been a Naib Subedar (Sergeant Major) in the Indian Army and was still an awesome figure - hugely built, still very tough and feared by all around. His son was also in the Army. Ravi had told me that it was rumoured in the family that he had a second wife in the Delhi since he hardly ever came to his rural home on leave. Ravi's grandmother welcomed us warmly but the old man was gruff and just short of rude. We sat in the front room and I was getting bored and restless as the conversation stuck to their family matters. Then suddenly a young lady came into the room bringing some tea and biscuits for us. She was about 28 and quite attractive to look at with fair skin, long nose and regular features. Though she was wearing a simple salwar suit, I could guess that she had a well filled-out body without being plump and I managed to see a generous glimpse of her cleavage as she laid down the tea tray. She was introduced as Abha, their daughter. Though she gave a small smile in greeting, I could see some hidden sadness in her face. As I gazed at her, I could feel some hidden vibes from my side and turning my face from her, I caught the malevolent glare of the old man on me! Boy, did he look mad! I hastily looked away and was careful during the rest of the stay not to look at her. We met Abha the next day in the market where she had come with her mother to do some shopping. Here she talked a little and returned and even returned my stare when I looked at her. I could sense that she might just give in if I tried to seduce her...so I looked in her eyes and then very slowly moved my gaze down her throat...the swell of her breasts over her salwar...to her flat stomach and down to her legs. I looked up at her again to catch a deep blush spreading on her cheeks as she quickly looked away. I caught some talk of Ravi's grandmother saying about visiting the doctor in Jaipur the next day..but my mind was only on Abha. As they left, I turned around to see her looking back at me. Boy, did my cock give a jerk... I wanted her that instant! Ravi sensed my thoughts and immediately dissuaded me from pursuing her saying that he would be shamed in the family if I got caught with her, not to say of what the old man would do! But Abha had looked so sexy and vulnerable that I couldn't think of leaving her town without making love to her. The next morning, I remembered that Ravi's grandparents would be going to see a doctor in a hospital in Jaipur. Without telling Ravi, I strolled over to the market opposite their house. After about half an hour, I saw them getting out of the house and then taking an inter-city bus for Jaipur. Thanking my lucky stars, I went over and pressed their door bell. Abha gave a gasp as she opened the front door and saw me standing there. She bluttered out, "Mys are not at home...and.." I replied "I have come to see you and not them". She didn't have any reply to my comment and invited me in. I asked her why she had not gone with them and she replied that she had been lying in bed since she had a headache. She was simply dressed in a cotton Maxi...but looking so sexxyyy!! Abha looked very tense and nervous, so I told her to lie down for some time as I would make myself comfortable reading in the front room. She was very unsure as what to do...but as I encouraged her to rest, she went inside to her bedroom. I switched on the TV and watched it for some time, so that she could relax and get hold of herself. After about 10 minutes, I got up and went to her room. I parted the door curtains to see her lying on her bed with her eyes closed. (I'll be describing what happened next in third person for your voyeuric pleasure!) Rajeev came into the room and saw Abha lying on the bed, one arm covering her eyes and her legs crossed at the ankles. Good, he thought, at least she wouldn't run. He immediately noticed the swell of her large breasts over her nightie. Abha felt even more nervous now as she sensed his presence in the room. "Abha" he called out coming into the room, "No! Please keep lying down" he said as she gave a start and tried to get up. She didn't reply as he asked her whether she still had the headache. Rajeev sat at the foot of her bed keeping on looking at her. "Shall I massage away your pain?" he asked. Though Abha didn't reply, Rajeev saw by the movement of her breasts that her breathing had accelerated. He slowly kept his hand on her lower thigh and squeezed gently. Abha let out a gasp but said nothing as he kept on squeezing her thigh. "Take it slowly...don't scare her" Rajeev told himself as he slowly eased the tension from her legs. After a few minutes, Abha let out a sigh, covered her eyes with her arm and slowly uncrossed her legs. Rajeev kept talking softly to her as he squeezed and caressed her ankles. He lifted her feet one by one and slowly fondled and caressed her toes sensually. Abha became aware of strange and disturbing feelings creeping over her as this stranger so calmly and confidently handled her body as if it belonged to him...it was so wrong that she wanted to stop him...but, another part stopped her from doing so. As Rajeev lifted her foot, her nightie's hem slowly slid up her ankle exposing her legs to his view. Rajeev now shifted his focus to her legs as he again massaged her calf muscles slowly sliding the cloth up her legs. Her legs were beautifully formed and the skin was warm and firm beneath his touch. Abha felt his warm hands move above her knees, gently demanding that she part her thighs for their attention. Almost imperceptibly Abha moved her legs apart. She knew it was wrong but she felt a strange thrill running through her. Rajeev didn't miss the subtle movement. As his hands squeezed her thighs, he pulled gently outward, causing her them to open wider. She was ready for him he sensed and boldly lifted her nighty even higher so that her panty was exposed. Abha was blushing furiously as she felt his hot gaze on her panty...she hoped that she wasn't wet! Rajeev began to move his hands on her tight calf muscles then up to her thighs. He couldn't help but look at the juncture where her pussy lips bulged out under her panties. Oh God! She was wet...the front of her panties were damp with her cum. Abha, felt a little thrill run through her as she felt his fingers move perilously close to her vagina. "Ummm!" Abha moaned in spite of herself as she felt his hands massaging the tension from her muscles. You have great legs," Rajeev said. He heard Abha moan and felt himself becoming fully erect. Abha's heart was pounding in her chest. There was little doubt that Rajeev could see her vagina. She should stop this before it was too late. But her screaming body stifled her voice of protest and she lay helplessly as his hands brushed her forbidden mound. Abha realized that Rajeev was leaning into the table and that her left hand, which was holding onto the table, was also touching the material of his pants. She almost gasped when she felt something hard touching her knuckles. Could that be his erection? Abha shivered again. Rajeev felt her hand touching him and he subtly pressed his hips forward, pushing his erect penis into her knuckles. He felt her hand move. Was that an accident? he thought. Abha was holding her breath as her hand moved almost out of her control. It pressed toward the hardness. Then it slowly moved up and down, rubbing the backs of her fingers against his cloth-covered erection. There could be no doubt now that he was hard and that he knew what she was doing. Abha felt her vagina swell and her juice begin to coat her swollen sex lips. Rajeev's hips began to move up and down in time with her movement. He pressed harder into the hand as his fingers began to move further up her inner thigh. He continued to stare at the swollen lips, his hands moving on the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He could see her vagina begin to glisten with excitement. He knew that she was getting excited now. Boldly, he moved his fingers still higher until his little finger eased into the side of her panty and touched the smooth skin of the outer lip. It was just a delicate touch, almost like an accident. He heard Abha moan but she made no move to stop him. He looked up and saw that her eyes were still tightly closed. She was biting her lower lip. Abha's brain was screaming, No, No, but her excitement was screaming Yes! Yes! Rajeev grew bolder and gently flicked his finger over the smooth skin until he reached the swollen inner lips. He thought he heard a little whimper and saw her hips begin to lift slightly off the bed. Abha made no move to stop him. Instead, her legs slid further apart, exposing her entire groin. "Ohhhh!!!" she whimpered as she felt Rajeev's fingers hook under her panty and pull it clear of her legs and expose her swollen lips. She helped him almost unconsciously by lifting her buttocks as he pulled down the last vestige of her respectability. He rubbed her gently, smearing her clear juice across the wrinkled inner lips. Then ever so slowly the finger began to slide inside her body. Abha held her breath as the finger continued until it was all the way inside her vagina. "Oh God," Abha whispered. Rajeev was amazed at what was happening as he pulled his juice-covered finger from the clenching hole. He couldn't believe that he using his finger on this beautiful woman with no protest from her. He knew nothing could stop him now. Taking a chance, he reached up and pulled the nighty off Abha. A gasp escaped his lips when he saw her gorgeous breasts partially exposed over her bra. The breasts were milky white with large nipples poking through her cotton bra. With one hand in her crotch, he reached up with the other and caressed a breast. Abha moaned as Rajeev's strong fingers began to play with one swollen nipple. At the same time she felt his finger begin to move slowly in and out of her wet hole. Her breath came in short gasps as this stranger's hands caressed her breast and vagina. Her hips began to move up toward the probing finger in little jerks. Rajeev removed the hand from her breast and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to his feet. He wore no underwear. Rajeev's large penis stood proud in front of him and pulsed with forbidden excitement. He reached for Abha's hand and picked it up. He could feel it trembling. Cautiously and gently, he placed it on his shaft, fearing her scream of indignation. Abha almost jumped off the table when she felt the hot flesh in her hand. Her head lifted up and her eyes opened in shock as she looked down at his huge tool. It was much larger than her husbands and had a gigantic purple head, dripping his clear juice. It was almost impossible to believe that she had another man's penis in her hand. It was only the second penis besides her husbands she had held since she had taken her marriage vows. When Abha looked up at Rajeev, she saw his wide eyes staring down at her. She knew that he was waiting for her to stop him. She also knew that she should, yet instead she moaned and closed her eyes again, laying her head back on the bed. As Rajeev's finger began to move in and out, Abha moved her hand on his rod. It filled her hand, barely letting her fingers touch. She wanted to look at it but couldn't bring herself to open her eyes again. Somehow she thought that if she didn't look, what she was doing wasn't so bad. Rajeev was incredibly excited now. He didn't know what to look at --- this woman's beautiful vagina with his finger working in and out or her soft hand working on his throbbing penis. Then there were those gorgeous breasts. He moved his hand back to her chest and began to play with her nipple. He watched Abha began to squirm on the table. She was delirious with excitement. The fact that it was so wrong and against all of her upbringing added to the thrill. "Oh God," Abha moaned when Rajeev added another finger to her dripping hole. Her body began to shake and she knew that she was getting very close to losing control. Her hips lifted off the table as Rajeev began to move his fingers in and out rapidly, causing a squishing sound that echoed around the quiet room. Abha's hand matched Rajeev's fingers as it flew up and down the large shaft. "Ohhhhhh!!!" she cried as her vagina began to pulse around the probing fingers. The pulsing turned to shudders of excitement as a climax overtook her senses. She felt like all her relaxed muscles had tightened back into a knot. Abha moaned as her body convulsed in pleasure and her back arched off the table. Rajeev watched in amazement as Abha trembled in pleasure, her hand halting its movement as her climax took over. The finger's squeezed him tight as illicit pleasure consumed her. It took Abha a few minutes for her to calm down. She so relaxed that she felt like she could almost go to sleep. Almost sub-consciously, she felt Rajeev's hands move across her shoulders and down toward her chest. She smiled as she felt him gradually move his fingers to the upper swells of her breasts. Rajeev wasted no time in capturing both breasts in his hands. Abha moaned as he squeezed and massaged her breasts with his experienced fingers. She felt him take the nipples between his fingers and squeeze firmly. Then he pulled them up, lifting her heavy orbs. A little whimper escaped her lips and she moved her chest upward, following his fingers. Her nipples were always very sensitive and had a direct line to her groin. She squeezed her legs together as little shock waves rushed down her body. After a few minutes, Rajeev got up and removed his shirt. She watched as he moved towards her...his body was so tightly muscled...his stomach flat and rippled and his massive cock jerking against his stomach! He lay down beside her and pulled her down to lay with him. Her uncovered breasts pressed to his chest as he pulled her close. Rajeev turned to Abha and brought his lips to hers. It was the first of many passionate kisses. Their body heat began to climb rapidly as their kisses grew in intensity. Rajeev began to pull all of his Abha's sexual strings. She had taught him well, leaving her no defenses. He kissed her lips softly, moving up her neck and bringing chills to her warm body. Then his tongue touched her ear, circling it and leaving a wet trail behind. "You are so beautiful," Rajeev whispered then began to kiss back down her neck. Moving slowly down, his tongue following the contours of her body until he reached the swells of her breasts. He placed gentle kisses across the smooth surface until he reached the nipple and then sucked one and then the other into his mouth. He used his fingers to tweak one nipple as his tongue licked the other. Abha was a moaning mass of quivering flesh by the time Rajeev got to the soft skin of her belly. He knelt between her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He slowly bent to her center, kissing her soft and quivering thighs as he went teasing her, denying her his mouth to the place she wanted it most. Up and down her legs he moved, even taking her toes into his mouth and sucking them. He knew that he was teasing his Abha to the brink of her endurance. Finally, he spread her legs as wide as possible and paused, looking down at her pulsing sex. With a little whine, he bent his head to her center. "Oh Rajeev, oh God, oh God," she moaned as she felt his tongue move up and down the smooth outer lips. He even pushed his tongue into the crease on each side, licking the sensitive flesh. His tongue worked around her swollen lips, barely touching them. "Aaaannnghhh!!!!" Abha's hips bucked up into Rajeev's mouth as his tongue stretched her back passage. She had never felt anything like it. It was so nasty but oh so exciting. "Oh God, oh God, oh God." Rajeev pulled back and smiled at his Abha. He saw her eyes hooded over in denied pleasure. He reached down and gently opened her lips, exposing the now throbbing clit. He lowered his head and blew warm air on the little nub, watching it quiver with need. "Oh God Rajeev, please," she begged. Rajeev had his Abha totally mad with passion and desperate for him to do something to her, he stood for a moment over his Abha, letting her see his excitement. His penis was dripping juice and the shaft was bouncing up and down with his rapid heartbeat. He wrapped his hand around it and slowly moved his fist across the length of it. His other hand cupped his balls, almost offering them to her. "Oh Rajeev!" his Abha moaned as she watched his wanton display. Rajeev moved to kneel between his Abha's legs before she could protest. Leaning forward on one hand, he used the other to push the swollen head of his penis down to touch his Abha's dripping sex lips. Next, he gently mixed his own leaking juice with his Abha's, moving the head in a circular motion. Then he moved it up and down between the lips, teasing both his sensitive head and her swollen lips. When he felt the head touch her swollen clit, he paused, circling the soft skin of his penis head on her center of pleasure. "Ahhhhhh!!!" she moaned. Then Rajeev slowly slid his penis down and almost imperceptibly inserted the head between her lips. "Oh Rajeev," she moaned She was gasping for breath, her arms shaking from excitement as she tried weakly to hold him back with the last vestiges of control. Neither Abha's tone of voice nor her hands seemed to be forceful enough to stop Rajeev. He continued moving forward, ever so slowly. Looking down to the point where their bodies met and saw that the head was now completely inside Abha's body. Her beautiful smooth lips were stretched around his shaft. He felt the head expand and throb inside of her. In reaction, her hole quivered and squeezed him tight. Abha was moaning and moving her head back and forth slowly, as if to say "no", but no words came from her mouth. Rajeev pushed slightly forward, inserting another inch into her. Suddenly, Rajeev felt like he was going to cum and spoil everything. He needed to concentrate on something else, until the desire to climax lessened. He used his hand to squeeze hard at the base of his penis and then he held very still for a while, thinking about football, baseball, anything but sex. When the threat passed, he pushed a little harder, forcing another inch into her. He could feel the warm confines of her vagina caressing and massaging him like a soft, wet glove. In his Abha's burning eyes, he could see an incredible look of love as he removed his hand from the base of his penis and placed it on the other side. He was now supporting himself on his hands and toes; the only connection between the two was their sexual parts. His penis was now several inches inside her which was tight, warm and wet. He could feel his Abha's insides quivering; the soft folds of skin rippling up and down his shaft. When Rajeev didn't move to enter her further, she opened her eyes and saw him staring back down at her. The only sounds in the room were from the clock on the wall and their pounding hearts. Her vagina gave an involuntary squeeze around his penis. She tried to control the desire to thrust her hips up at him. Still, her hips began to make little movements, almost quivering. Rajeev waited. He wanted her to accept him into her body. He never wanted her to look back and think that he had forced himself on her. The moments ticked by, then "Oh Rajeev, please," Abha begged in a whisper, her eyes almost rolling back in her head. "Please what?" Rajeev asked, wanting to hear her say it. "Please, please," she begged again, her mind in an emotional turmoil. She knew what he wanted but she didn't want to say it. It was wrong, so wrong. Rajeev took another risk and pulled his penis partially out, like he was going to remove it completely. Abha immediately grabbed his hips and held him still, his penis only just inside her body. "I... I... oh God Rajeev! Please don't leave me! Mujhse Pyar karo (Make love to me)!" she finally moaned. My Seduction of a Married Lady Rajeev smiled, he had won this emotional battle, and now he could claim the prize. He slowly forced his weight down, pushing himself inch by inch into her body. He heard her moan as he slid deep into her until his balls touched the soft skin of her buttocks. His body pressed down on her, feeling her burning body against his. Her hips began to buck up in spasm as her arms went around his neck. Her mouth went to his shoulder and she bit down, cutting off a scream of pleasure. It had been so long since she had felt a man inside her. Rajeev was fighting for control and again had to call on all his strength to hold back his climax. He had never felt anything so wonderful. Her warm hole caressed the length of him like a velvet glove. He held himself deep as he looked at her beautiful face. Then he brought his lips to hers in an emotional kiss. His tongue went deep into her mouth as his shaft had gone deep into her welcoming hole. He could feel her soft breasts pressing into his chest, heaving with her labored breathing. Their bodies were connected from top to bottom. He pulled his lips from hers and said, "I am going to fuck you now, Abha. I have my cock deep in your beautiful body. I am going to fuck you until you cum over and over. I want to feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock like a vise, squeezing all the cum out of me. Are you ready, are you ready for me to fuck you?" "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard. I need it! I need your cock deep in me! Fuck me! " she moaned, lost in sexual delirium. That's what Rajeev was waiting to hear. He pulled back slowly, hesitating for just a second, and then he rapidly plunged into her. She screamed; she felt like her mind had lost all control of her body. She was rapidly spiraling into a climax. The wet slapping sounds echoed in the quiet room. From somewhere, Rajeev found new staying power and used it to drive his Abha crazy with desire. He was like a machine, his hips moving up and down in a blur. Time and again, he plunged deep into her, spattering her juice over his balls and thighs. His balls were now making a loud slapping sound as they hit the cheeks of her buttocks. Abha closed her eyes and her body trembled. Suddenly, fire works started to go off in her head. She barely heard Rajeev's words of love as a climax roared through her, sending her into convulsions of pleasure. "I love you," Rajeev responded with his last breath before he reached his peak and began to release everything he had into his Abha. Squirt after squirt poured from him and into her, filling the tight hole to overflow. He could feel her body tense as wave after wave of ecstasy took her to a place she had never been before. Her legs locked around his back holding him a prisoner deep within her body. His life giving sperm continued to surge into the depths of her womb. Finally, Rajeev collapsed onto his Abha and then rolled to the side, his shrunken penis slipping out, trailing sperm across her thigh. He pulled his now limp Abha over to him. When he kissed her cheek and she didn't respond, he realized that she had lost consciousness. Some time later, She stirred. "Oh God," she sighed. The world dozed that lazy afternoon as Abha and Rajeev explored each other sensually and made love over and over again. Only the sound of returning school children and the impending return of hers brought Abha back to reality. They knew they would not be able to meet again after that day..so their parting was very sad. But Rajeev knew that Abha would always treasure the wonderful hours of pleasure spent with him. I am now aged 35, married and settled in Delhi. Any married lady in Delhi looking for a discreet short-time sexual relationship with me may please email me. My Seduction of Steve Perilli I guess I was around was eleven years old when I fell in love with Steve Perilli. Of course I didn't know about the birds and the bees back then, all I knew was that my older brother John's friend made me feel all funny inside whenever I saw him. I just wanted to sit on his lap and cuddle up to him. Steve was three years older than me, and usually fourteen year old boys don't have much time for eleven year old girls. But Steve was different; he was always nice to me and would take time to talk to me when I was around. His tall dark good looks and ready smile made me blush easily, but he didn't seem to notice or mind. My brother would usually dispatch me with a few unkind words if I outstayed my welcome, for entertaining scatty young sisters just wasn't his scene. My saving grace for Steve's attention was my piano playing ability, classically trained from a young age I could pick up most songs by ear and do them justice after a bit of practice. I confess to not being the brightest girl on the block, but I was certainly smart enough to work out what music Steve liked. It wasn't just coincidence that I would be playing Nivana, Tom Petty or Oasis songs when Steve arrived at our house. My heart would pound with glee whenever he wandered into our lounge and leaned on the piano to listen to me play. Most times he would stay until my brother dragged him away to do boys things, but his compliments would have me squirming with pride and adoration causing my love for him to prosper. Unfortunately, Steve's visits weren't as frequent as I might have liked. His father travelled a lot with his work, and Steve would often disappear with the rest of his family sometimes for months on end before returning. I can assure you those absences only made my heart grow fonder, and when Steve did reappear I was far more pleased to see him than my brother ever was. My parents are good looking people, my father handsome tall and strong. My mother both beautiful and elegant with thick wavy sandy hair and a voluptuous figure, and I luckily inherited those genes. My body eventually began to develop; I grew taller first but then began to fill out rather nicely. My boobs were soon stretching my tight tops, and my thighs were quickly too tight for my jeans. A diet of competitive tennis resulted in a nice tan and curvaceous but taut figure. Like most girls, I was self conscious of the change in my body and the interest that men displayed in me. My mother was quick off the mark to educate me in the sordid ways of the male species and I was constantly reminded not to put myself at any risk. By this time I was well aware of the birds and the bees, but I had no interest in the opposite sex, well apart from one person as you can imagine. I'm not sure whether it was good fortune or not that Steve and his family were away for the years when I under went this transformation. He was never far from the back of my mind, but I was content with the company of my close girlfriends. While boys were of some interest to us, we were nervous and never more than flirtatious in their presence. When I reached fifteen, my parents allowed me to date, but only under strict ground rules. My parents demanded that they met my dates, I also had strict curfews and they wanted to know exactly where I was going. My mother was of the suspicious type and would always check on parental supervision if I was on a sleepover at a girlfriend's house. But my mum and dad had nothing really to worry about, kissing with boys was okay but wandering hands were not, and I stayed interested but innocent. It wasn't long after that eighteenth birthday that my innocence took a sudden slide. I came home unexpectedly and caught my brother John watching porn while my parents were out. He candidly confessed he found the DVD's in our parent's wardrobe, I of course pretended shock that he would even enter their bedroom. He shrugged his shoulders, smiled mischievously and continued to watch the TV while I hastily departed the room. However, my shock eventually turned to curiosity and one day when I was home alone, ventured into their bedroom to have a look around. High on a shelf in their walk-in wardrobe did I find a bag of DVD's. I watched two on the close by TV at the foot of the bed, and their contents aroused me. I searched the wardrobe a little more while returning the DVD's to their hiding place, and another little bag held some unusual toys which I'd only heard of through friends gossip. Again my curiosity got the better of me, and removing what I knew to be a vibrator from the bag, turned it on and placed it between my thighs. The vibrations floated nicely through my body, and after checking driveway was still clear, I undid my jeans and slipped them down just enough to get the plastic head under my panties. It was the first orgasm that I ever experienced without the need of my skilful fingers. So intense was it that I completely removed my jeans and panties for a second attempt. I confess that my guilt was strong over the next few days and I promised myself that I would never ever do it again. But the next time I was comfortably alone in the house, my mother's plastic toy was back doing its evil work. It soon became a habit and who knows how long it might have gone on for when my very observant mother accosted me. She knew someone had been in her private place, and as my brother hadn't been around for a day or two, my guilt was obvious. I received a well deserved telling off after my feeble confession. I was really down and embarrassed, for my mum and I are close as mothers and daughters often are. I think she lost a lot of respect for me that day, which still hurts whenever I think about it. But a few weeks later, my mum handed me a brown paper bag which contained a vibrator and a supply of batteries. She giggled at my embarrassment and gave me a big hug while suggesting that it was far safer than boys, and much more fun. It got a lot of use that vibrator, luckily it was nice and quiet and my bedroom was secluded at the far end of the hallway. It was many months after that episode that Steve came back into the picture. I overheard by brother announce to my parents that he was back in town and on his way over. My heart fluttered with excitement at the thought of seeing him again, and I wanted him to take notice that I was now a woman. My cunning mind began to churn, and I slipped into my briefest bikini. With my hair brushed and a little pale lipstick I sauntered down to the swimming pool at the rear of the house and slipped into the cool water. Keeping my hair dry I paddled impatiently around the pool until I heard a car pull up into the driveway, then the front door open and close to the sound of excited voices. Waiting a few strategic minutes before slipping from the pool, I patted myself dry with a towel and walked inside. My heart fluttered at the sight of the man of my dreams, he was taller and wider at the shoulders, and far more handsome than I remembered him to be. I smiled warmly as his eyes found me, a brief glimpse of lusty interest obvious before he managed to produce his nice boy image. The seed had sown I thought smugly to myself, I was going to have him, and sooner rather than later I hoped. I let him ogle at my bikini clad figure a bit more before going upstairs and changing into something more appropriate, a very tight top and a pair of shorts to be precise. I allowed myself to wander to the kitchen a few times to explore the fridge, and each time I felt Steve's eyes upon me. Later that night my mother remarked cynically on how well I'd managed to keep my hair dry in the pool, and my lipstick seemed intact too. When I tried to make light of it, she laughed and told me not to kid a kidder. Would I not be interested in Steve's comments on how much I'd grown up and how attractive I was, she asked. I blushed as my mother knew full well what I'd been up to, and now my intentions were out in the open. Don't worry she assured me, my little secret was safe with her, for the time being anyway. Steve was soon a frequent visitor to our home over the next few weeks, and for some strange reason I hung around a lot too. My piano playing which had been ignored for some time came to the fore. I encouraged Steve with conversation and smiles and I could feel his interest grow. By this time my brother John had caught on to our little game. At first he was kind of annoyed, but then the amusement and teasing factors quickly set in. Steve was just leaving one Friday night when my evil brother spotted me in the kitchen. "Hey sis. Steve wants to ask you out on a date, but he's too scared you'll say no. Can you put him out of his misery please, please please, please? I'm sick to death of him talking about you." Ignoring my pounding heart, I smiled mischievously over at a highly embarrassed Steve, "Well, go on then, ask me." "Hey Jen, would you like to go out some time?" he stuttered without a hint of confidence. Shit, this is easy I thought to myself. Are guys stupid or what, if he'd waited much longer I would've asked him out. And if he'd said no, I would've dragged him down the path by the scruff of his neck. "I might, where do you want to take me?" I teased. Steve looked at the floor, "Dunno, anywhere you wanna go?" "When?" "How about tomorrow night?" "Yeah, okay, I guess I can squeeze you in tomorrow night." I replied with big goo goo eyes. My brother John laughed loudly at Steve and I before walking away, "Fuck you two are pathetic." It took me three hours the next evening to get ready for my first date with Steve, two showers, four changes of clothes and a lot of frustration with one of my bad hair days. I settled for the casual look, a green top, super tight jeans and sneakers. Steve seemed to like it, and I blushed as his lustful eyes gave me a quick once over on his arrival. It was all getting easier by the minute. We went to local but up market burger bar which was in with the young crowd. We spent hours talking over the loud music and having a good time, the electricity growing slowly with intensity, the eye contact and the touching of legs under the table. I happily agreed to go for a drive, and half an hour later found ourselves in a quiet little place just out of town. Our first kiss started nervously, but grew with frightening intensity, our tongues wildly exploring each other. The kiss seemed to last forever, but we broke briefly to catch our breath. We leaned hard into each other arms and tongues intertwined as our passion mounted, then threw ourselves unceremoniously into the back seat. My hands explored his hard chest, then under his shirt so I could tweak his nipples. He rolled on top of me and our legs braced tightly as we writhed and kissed. I could feel his hardness in his jeans exciting me further and I instinctively pushed hard up against him. His hands slipped under my top and caressed my boobs causing me to moan loudly under his gentle touch. Then another hand slid up my open thighs to my special place, and it was then that I realised it was all happening too fast and I was losing control. "No Steve, stop, please stop." I whispered pushing him away. He did stop and he looked down at me with concern, "Hey Jen, I'm sorry." I smiled up at him and stroked his cheek, "Don't be sorry, it's all a bit fast, that's all. I'm kinda new at this." "What do you mean?" "I haven't gone all the way, well even part of the way." I replied. "So just go slow, okay?" "Do you want me to stop?" I giggled, "Want you stop? Hell no, I want you to keep going but a little slower." Steve just looked at me and I realised that the moment of passion had been broken; I lifted my top and bra over my boobs and smiled cheekily. "You can play with these if you want." His grin returned and his wandering hands began to explore my boobs, and my nipples quickly hardened under his touch. I playfully pulled his face into my cleavage and hugged him tightly as his hands began to explore. His warm lips quickly found my nipples and for the next hour or so I enjoyed the pleasure of my boobs being licked and caressed. It was all very nice, my top soon removed completely and my boobs free and easy. I could feel the rigid excitement in his jeans but I ignored it on the basis it was our first date and I wasn't too sure how far I should go. When Steve dropped me off that night, he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. My responding kiss cemented the beginning of our relationship. Our subsequent dates became more dangerous, for I was just as excited and curious about sex as Steve. My top was always quickly removed and I allowed his hands to wander more freely over my body. I had taken to wearing short skirts so that my panties were more accessible, at first I would only let him touch me on the outside but that only lasted a short time. I was soon enjoying his probing fingers under my panties deep in my wetness. Later dates I let him slip my panties down to my knees, but that was it. The problem was that even at the tender age of eighteen I was very sexual and could masturbate myself to easy orgasms with or without my plastic toy. My panties at knee height prevented any temptation of my legs from opening too far, and the truth was that I didn't trust myself to not go all the way. I had no inclination of losing my virginity in the back seat of Steve's car for my first time was surely more deserving than that. But to keep Steve happy, content and hungry for me, I became the skilled provider of many hand jobs enjoying the power I had over his throbbing manhood. Most nights I returned home with sticky fingers, but at least my man was satisfied. The problem was that both of us wanted to go all the way and our impatience and frustration was growing fast. It was a battle that I was struggling to control, and like most other young couples in love, we were together as much as possible. It was around this time that my prudent mother accompanied me to our family doctor to inquire about the contraceptive pill. Any embarrassing pleas of innocence fell on deaf ears, my mother quite rightly suggesting that I was soon going to be in mortal danger, if I wasn't already. I squirmed in my chair as our friendly but firm female doctor gave me a long lecture on STD's accompanied by a few gruesome photos. I got the gist of that message quite quickly. The main thing was that I was soon going to be safe from pregnancy, not insignificant when you consider I had no intention of using a condom on my big day. Not long after the doctors visit, my brother John was going out of town on a weekend tennis tournament and you can imagine my ears pricking up when my parents suggested that they might go too. It was also most fortunate that one of my girlfriends was having her seventeenth birthday party on that weekend. I asked if I could stay home so that I could attend the party, my dad said it was fine with him. My mum however, looked over at me with knowing eyes, for she could read my mind like a book. But at least she did say that I could stay home. I now had a date that I could give myself to Steve and I began to plan how it might go. After telling Steve about my parents going away the following weekend, I put him on rations. Kissing was okay, but no fooling around which was hard for both of us. We both agreed no masturbating in private, which I confess to not quite managing in the lead up. My plan was for us to do the deed on Saturday night, but I guess I was still a little naive. Less than thirty minutes after my parents and my brother John left on that Friday night, Steve's car was hidden from our neighbours in our garage. I was foolishly clad only in a short skirt, a top and pair of panties when Steve arrived. The intention was to just slip into a pair of shoes and heading out to grab a burger. But the only thing I slipped into was Steve's arms seconds after he walked into the door. Such was our lust; I was easily led away from the door. Wrapped in each others arms and lips fully engaged we staggered into the lounge and gently fell onto the couch. His body slipped between my willing thighs and I trapped him with my legs just in case might want to escape my clutches. For some time we were content to kiss knowing full well what was about to happen, our kisses long and passionate as our excitement grew. I pushed up against his hardness and brazenly rubbed myself up and down. His hand slipped up my skirt to my damp panties and I sighed loudly as he slowly and lovingly caressed me just how I liked. Eventually I took my lover's head in my hands and looked up at him. "Shall we go up to my room?" "What about a burger first." he asked with a stupid smirk. I laughed, for a burger was now the last thing on our minds. Seconds later I walked up the stairs towards my bedroom the last time as a virgin, my heart divided between my love for Steve and sexual excitement. I closed the door behind us and drew the curtains from prying eyes. I then stepped to my handsome Steve and kissed him briefly. "Would you like to take my clothes off?" I asked. I lifted my arms so that my top could be removed leaving my breasts bare for his appraisal. I smiled as his eyes feasted upon me, his lust obvious by the bulge in his jeans. I leaned into him and kissed him gently, his fingers soon finding the zip on the back of my skirt which quickly dropped to the floor. "Let me look at you." he asked easing back to arms length. I shuddered in pride as his eyes ravaged me for many seconds; I loved the way my body held him spellbound. "I love you." he whispered. I giggled. Reaching down to the bulge in his jeans I gave it a tickle with my forefinger, "I can see that." "No, I mean I really love you." he reiterated. I stepped forward and kissed him, "I know you love me, otherwise you wouldn't be here. And I love you too." Steve knelt before me, his face level with my panties. I pulled his face into me and shuddered at the touch of his warm skin on mine. His wet tongue slipped between my thighs and gently caressed me for a few seconds. I impatiently slipped my thumb under the elastic of my panties and slowly eased the front down so he could see my pussy, then took a wider stance to allow him a better look. I then let the elastic go just to keep him eager. With little shuffles I moved backwards to my bed and lowered myself to the covers. Steve frantically ripped his tee shirt over his head while kicking his shoes off proving that males can multi task if they really want to. Steve lay back on the bed as I undid his buckle and top button. We both giggled as I tried to undo his zip over his substantial erection and in the end he had to hold it flat against his navel before I could get it all the way down. He raised his bum from the bed as I pulled his jeans down and his erection sprung free as his briefs slid down with them. I discarded his jeans to the floor and then ran my hand slowly up his thighs to his hard cock. I felt proud that I could make it stand high in the air. It was the first time I'd had seen Steve completely nude and his cock in all its splendour, hand jobs cramped up in the back seat of a car didn't do it justice. It stood perfectly straight like a ruler, the circumcised head a little wider than the shaft, the glands below a little lighter in colour. He sighed deeply as my hand encompassed its girth which still left inches above and below, and I felt a little apprehension for the first time. While I had played with his erect manhood many times and had become well accustomed to it size in my hands, I was now going to let him slide it inside me. Steve rolled me over onto my back and I opened my legs willingly to allow him on top of me. I felt the hardness of his cock against my pussy, only the thin material of my panties denying him success. My Seduction of Steve Perilli "Aw shit." he cried in frustration as his hand slid downwards with obvious intentions of pulling my panties aside. "Slow down." I whispered before kissing him. "We've got plenty of time and I want this to be special." Steve began to relax as we kissed and I locked my legs around his torso. His cock was still pressing firmly against my panties, and after a short time I felt his hand steal downwards easing the elastic top down. I grasped as his cock slid nicely between my pussy lips for the first time, but again the tightness of my panties denying him enough angle for penetration. "Maybe you should take them off." I suggested. In a flash Steve rolled away from me. Like a brazen hussy I lifted my buttocks from the bed as his fingers found the elastic of my panties and began to remove them. Flinging them high in the air, he then lay beside me as I rolled towards him. Our arms and legs intertwined and I grinned as I felt his cock penetrate my thighs. "Just like a magnet." I laughed. For a few minutes I lay kissing my lover to be enjoying the lovely sensation of his cock sliding up and down my very slippery pussy lips. The intensity slowly mounted until I rolled Steve onto his back and slipped astride him. His cock now rested against my navel, the head reaching just about to my belly button. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea I considered briefly. But I bravely lifted myself until his cock dropped between my thighs, reaching down I placed the head at my opening and gazed lovingly down at Steve's smiling face. "Do you know how much I love you?" I asked easing myself slowly downwards. I leaned forwards and kissed Steve passionately as his cock began its slow journey inside me. It felt huge as my virgin pussy stretched wide in acceptance and I began moving up and down taking his shaft bit by bit. How's that feel?" Steve whispered between kisses. "Nice, really nice." I sat up so I could concentrate properly. Placing my hands flat on Steve's chest, I continued to work my way down his shaft. I quickly came to terms with his girth, and now had to get used to his length. I ignored the stinging sensation and concentrated on the mounting pleasure and soon felt relief as my pussy lips bottomed out on his body. "I've got you all." I exclaimed. All Steve could manage was a deep sigh as I began exploring my pleasure. His cock completely filled my pussy and I could feel its pulsating warmth inside me. Most of my pleasure seemed to come from near my pussy lips, although I liked it when his cock was deep within me. I used my muscles to squeeze his cock and he reciprocated by twitching it inside me, which felt real good. Resting my weight on his chest, I began to slide my pussy up and down his cock getting braver all the time. I could feel my juices soaking my pussy and leaking onto Steve as my excited arousal mounted. Steve cradled my swinging breasts and lifted his head to suckle on my nipples. "Mmmmm, I think I'm gonna love fucking." I offered. Steve laughed as fucking wasn't a word I used often. "I'm glad you're gonna like fucking, cause I'm gonna enjoy fucking you lots." he replied. I lowered myself to Steve's chest, our kisses long and passionate as I slowly rode him. He kissed my ears and neck just how I liked, his hands gently caressing my body. He gingerly rolled me onto my back and we both reached for his cock when it fell from me. I guided his rigid shaft back inside me and heard myself moan as he filled me to the hilt. My legs hugged Steve's thighs tightly as he began to ride me. From that moment on, I knew that the missionary position would be my favourite. I loved the way his lean muscular body smothered mine, our nipples finding each other as we moved gently against each other. I loved the long kisses and little licks he loved me with. I opened my legs wide in complete submission, any apprehension had now vanished and I was ready and willing for what ever he wanted to do to me. My pussy soon became accustomed to his assault, the resulting pleasure flooding both my mind and emotions. I held his head in my hands and smothered him with kisses, our tongues mingling in passion. I felt myself rolling my buttocks from the bed against him meeting his every thrust, and I laughed unashamedly at the loud slapping of our bodies. We lost track of time as we experimented with our intimate bonding, and slowly the urgent intensity began to climb. I knew Steve well enough to recognise the first inkling of his orgasm, the deep erratic breathing and the little whimpers of pleasure. His thrusts became faster and harder and I shared his urgency. "You okay?" he muttered into my ear?" I kissed him, "Yeah, I'm fine. You just do want you want." By this time, my pussy was taking a fair hammering and I raised my legs to make his attack more comfortable for me. Without complaint I let my beautiful man ride me, I hugged him close and smothered him with kisses. Then he suddenly slowed and sighed deeply. For the first time in my life, I felt warm seed flood my pussy. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me with each ejaculation and I grinned with satisfaction, for now I was a woman, a woman who could satisfy her man. As Steve lay on top of me, I could feel him slowly relaxing. I enjoyed the sensation of his once hard cock wilting inside of me. His cum began leaking from my pussy but I was in too much love to care. Eventually Steve began to return to real world and I relaxed my legs as he rolled from me. I turned onto my side and snuggled into him and reminded him that I was still there with a peck on the cheek. "Was it worth the wait?" I asked. He rolled towards me and kissed me, "Sure was." I would have stayed there for ever enjoying the affectionate embracing and kissing, but the sticky mess between my thighs soon became unbearable. "Just going to clean up." I said trying to escape from his clutches. The second I got to my feet beside the bed, I felt his cum running down my left thigh. I looked down to examine the damage and should have been disgusted. My pubes were a flattened mass of gooey curls; my inner thighs were sticky mess from both our juices. "Ew yuk." I muttered considering whether I should try and scoop his cum up with my fingers. Steve laughed, "Better get used to it, there's plenty more where that came from." By the time I reached the bathroom, his cum was well passed my knees with more on the way. I grinned while cleaning myself up with a face cloth, the wet coolness soothing my tender pussy lips. Returning to my bed, I knelt beside Steve and began cleaning his cock. "Owww, that's cold." he complained. I smiled smugly at his discomfort, for I had rinsed the face cloth in cold water. I then less than gently, dried him with a towel ignoring his frantic efforts to escape. But he forgave me when I cuddled in beside him again pulling the covers up as we cooled. "Did you enjoy it?" Steve asked. "Mmmmm, it was nice." I replied. "I thought it might hurt a bit, but it was okay. Once I got used to you being inside me, it felt really nice. I might let you do it to me again, one day, if you're lucky." I think we were both too hyped up to sleep and I was soon enjoying Steve's hand gently exploring my body. Bit by bit the bed covers fell away and it wasn't long before he was kneeling beside me gazing down at my naked body. "You like?" I asked. "You're so lovely." he whispered. You don't mind me looking at you?" I shook my head, for this was the first time Steve had seen me completely naked. He began to caress my body with his hands and mouth just touching my skin. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure of his gently touches, little kisses and licks flow though me. My arousal began return as my nipples were given some attention and I was almost disappointed when they were abandoned for greener pastures. My anticipation grew as my belly button was tormented by his flicking tongue and I squirmed as it travelled over my navel downwards through my curls. What sort of hussy have I become, I asked myself as my thighs were parted unceremoniously. "You having fun down there?" "Mmmm, what a lovely pussy you have." I grinned, "Lucky that, it's the only one I've got." "By the time I've finished with you, you're gonna wish you had more than one." "Promise promises." I laughed. I could feel Steve's warm breath on my thighs as he bent down to examine my most private place. I felt kind of uncomfortable, for no one had ever examined me like this before. Steve's fingers parted my pussy lips fully exposing my clit. I jumped as his tongue raked across it and I parted my thighs further in hope he might want to do it again. I felt the warmth of his breath as his mouth settled firmly between my pussy lips, and I moaned loudly in response. My previous forays with a vibrator taught me sometime back that I was a clitoral girl. While my plastic toy was a great friend, I was quickly learning that a skilful tongue was a better one. My back arched high off the bed as Steve tongue lapped between my pussy lips before settling on my clitoris. "Where'd you learn to do that?" I muttered. "Dirty movies." Mmmm, this would be a little conversation we have later, I thought to myself. I wasn't all that sure that you could learn to do this from a movie. Those thoughts promptly disappeared as Steve continued to attack my clitoris. Shall I try for an orgasm I bravely asked myself? It would be the first time at the hands of someone else; or in this case a tongue. I began to rock my pussy against Steve's face in a nice steady rhythm; he quickly caught on and worked with me. "Mmmm, that's nice" I whispered. "Put a finger inside." When he complied, I reached down and turned his hand slightly so that his finger was touching my G spot. Once he got the hang of that, I eased his face back into my pussy. By this time I was very aroused. I'd always managed to take control of my orgasms, a nice slow start building as I enjoyed the pleasure it gave me, and then allowing myself to reach that most exquisite ending. But this I had no control over, Steve was working me into a frenzy that new no bounds. As much as I writhed across the bed, he secured my buttocks to the sheet as he ravished my pussy. My orgasm arrived with such intensity, I cried out loudly not caring that the neighbours might hear. I had no control as Steve continued to rake my clitoris with his tongue denying my orgasm to wane. For what seemed an eternity, my orgasm flooded my consciousness until it could no longer grip me. My body was trembling with exquisite pleasure as my orgasm slowly released me from its almost torturous grip. It was many seconds before I opened my eyes and gazed down at my lover, his grinning face was sopping with my juices. Pushing my body down the bed under him and reaching impatiently for his hardness, I eased my pussy up and onto him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him into the hilt. As the pleasure of his cock inside me hit me, I began kissing him passionately, my sordid lust ignoring the taste of my own pussy juices. Steve rode me long and hard, and I willed him on until his cock again filled me with his warm seed. Oh, how I loved being fucked I told myself. Not once did we leave the house, or even get dressed that weekend. Steve stayed in my bed both Friday and Saturday nights. We made love many times until I was too sore to take any more. We were then content to lay in each others arms, our nudity beautiful in skin to skin contact. But alas we had to part in the late afternoon before my parents arrived home. Our last kisses were full of tenderness and pledges of love, for we both knew that we had something special. It didn't take my mother too long to work that I was no longer an innocent young girl anymore. When she asked me if I was okay, I grinned mischievously and told I was just great. She grinned knowingly at me and gave me a hug; it was one of those special mother and daughter moments that are never ever forgotten. Over the following weeks, Steve and I took every opportunity we could to make love, when either of our parents went out, or in the car as a last resort. Our love prospered to a stage where we couldn't keep our hands off of each other, which had ramifications. "Your father knows what you've been up to." my mother advised one afternoon. "And he's not happy." My father being not happy was an understatement, for he spent the next few days giving me the cold shoulder. On one hand I was old enough to do what I wanted, but I also loved my father dearly and felt uncomfortable about the whole thing. One night I waited until he was in his favourite chair in the lounge, and then climbed into his lap as I loved to do when I was a child. I placed my arms around and kissed him on the cheek before cuddling into him. "I don't want you to grow up." he said after a short time. "I want you to stay my little girl for ever." "I know." I replied. "But Steve and me love each other. I know you're unhappy with me, but I still love you to bits." We sat quietly together as no words were required as the bond between us returned. "And anyway, how old were you when you met mum?" I asked knowingly. "That's different." "Oh really." I asked cheekily. "And why would that be?" To my relief, my father began to laugh, "Your mother taught you well my sweet. You're a handful just like her." I grinned, what he didn't was how much a handful I really was. Only my Steve knew that.