0 comments/ 68444 views/ 0 favorites Yvette By: Keos My name is Amy. I've known I was Bi-sexual for awhile, but I had never found another girl very interested in me. This is the tail of my first girl-on-girl encounter. Now, my friend Azure SWEARS this is true, but I only remember bits and pieces. I was at a party, and it was kind of lame. A lot of sitting around and listening to rap music. Azure's dad stopped by to make sure we were okay. "Where did Jason run off to?" "He went to get us a dime bag, Dad." At these words, he pulls out a bag of premium bud. "I already got mine." He sneers. At this, we all start begging, "please Tom! Smoke us up! Jay is taking WAY too long." After about five minutes of intense begging, he caves and hands us a single bud. "Have fun." So this girl I'd had my eye on, Yvette, she starts to break it up and pack the bowl. She took a hit, and offered the piece to me… "On one condition." She won't let go until I've given her a kiss. I was nervous, but shyly I oblige. She sensed my reservations, and tried very hard to assuage my fears. "Don't worry, Hon. It gets easier." Every time she passed the bowl, she demanded a kiss. And every time my lips met hers, I felt a little more confident, until eventually we let every one else smoke up while we made out. Now here's where it gets fuzzy, cause it was good weed and a lot of hits taking affect. But, from what I remember and what others tell me, she started kissing my neck. "Hey that tickles! Yvette, hold on." "Less talk more kiss!" She demanded, until she saw what I got up to do. I turned on some sexy music, and began to strip for every one in the room. She couldn't take it and led me back to the couch. She sat me down and straddled my lap, taking control. She kissed me hard, her tongue probing the corners of my mouth. Slowly, with one hand entwined in my hair, she began massaging my bare breasts with the other. I break our kiss and wrap my arms around her head, pressing my mouth right next to her ear. She begins to suck wildly at my neck and chest as I whisper, "Oh yeah, baby. Suck on my tit, fuck me, baby." At this one of her hands slips down to my crotch, and she begins to slide her fingers in and out of me. She lays me back on the couch, and moves down so her head is between my quivering thighs. Her fingers are still thrusting in my pussy. "Do you want it, Amy?" "Yes" I breathe. "Do you need it, sweetie?" "Oh, God, yes," I whimper. "Then beg for it, lover." "Fuck me, lick me, bend me over, suck me sideways!" I yell. She quickly leans forward and sucks my clit. My only thought is, she must have done this before. But soon, I cannot think at all as the pleasure washes over me, and I surrender to the most powerful climax of my life. As the waves of erotic bliss subside, she pulls her fingers from my cunt, and licks up every drop of my juices. "My God, Yvette, you were better than any man I ever had." "You taste so sweet baby. Would you like to return the favor?" "Yes, God yes." She pulls me to my feet, and gives me a kiss. I can taste my lingering juice on her lips. She pulls away, and, in one motion, has stripped the dress from her body. She sits down and leans back, spreading her legs. "I'm all yours" I quickly kneel between her legs, and place my mouth on her cunt lips, slowly licking the slit. She moans, "Ohhhhhh…slow, baby, slow…" Even slower, I begin to insert my tongue into her sopping wet pussy. She tastes so wonderful, better than any jism I ever had, and I LOVE the taste of jit. I begin to lap it all up hungrily, I just can't get enough of that sweet nectar. I begin to dig my nose into her clit trying to smell as much of that wonderful feminine scent as I can; the smell and the taste intoxicate me. I break the spell by moving my mouth. She whines a bit as I kiss my way up her torso, but it quickly turns into a moan as I insert my fingers into her grinding cunt. As I finger her slow and hard, I take one of her breasts in my mouth, and I begin to suck it hard, gently biting the nipple. She cries out, "God, I am going to cum!" I move my lips up to meet hers in a final kiss as my thumb brushes her clit, sending her off into a cataclysmic orgasm. After she stops twitching, and I remove my fingers and suck them clean we look up at the party. Jason has returned and is making passionate love to Azure, the dime bag lay on the table forgotten. The rest of the party guests are either masturbating, or it is clear they have just finished. I look into Yvette's eyes and we burst out laughing. We embrace each other and fall asleep to the sounds of sex. Yvette and Kristen Okay, so a little about me. I am 48 years old, 6'1", 185 lbs, single (divorced many years ago), live on Cape Cod but love to travel and am an independent investor. Last September, I drove to one of my favorite North American cities, Montreal. My intent was to research several local companies and as well as to soak up the local culture. I am convinced that many of the most gorgeous women in the world live in Montreal. Unlike most parts of the States, many of them dress in a sophisticated manner and show real outward personality. Their accents also drive me crazy. Unfortunately many of them smoke cigarettes but that is a complaint for a different venue. I checked in to a small hotel east of downtown that I have stayed at several times before, intending on staying for three days. On the second day, I had a mini crisis of sorts with my credit card company. The end result was that I needed the services of a local bank to receive some local currency. I wandered in to a downtown office of one of the big Canadian banks. A young gentleman listened to my needs and was able to take care of my transaction very quickly and efficiently. While walking out, I passed the manager's office and thought I should let him or her know how pleased I was. As an investor, I always pay attention to customer service, both good and bad. It is often an indication of the strength of management. The manager was a really attractive woman. I guessed mid forties, perfect blond shoulder length hair, blue eyes, maybe 5'4" and slender. She was dressed in a corporate style, black business suit, skirt brushing her knees, red blouse, maybe 3" heels, some non-flashy jewelry and non-flashy makeup including perfect red lipstick. Again very corporate but certainly nothing sexy. And clearly someone who cared about her appearance. I walked in, introduced myself and she stood to shake my hand. I got a slight whiff of her perfume that I couldn't place but was very nice. My intent was only to stay a minute but we started chatting. It was one of those magical meetings where both parties know about five minutes in that you have an interest in each other. After forty five minutes, Yvette reluctantly said that she had to attend a meeting. I took that as my cue and asked her out to dinner. She readily agreed with the provision that she choose the restaurant. She asked if she could call me after her meeting. I picked up Yvette at seven. She was absolutely stunning. No longer the corporate type, she wore a short black dress with spaghetti straps (yes, the quintessential little black dress!), hose, much higher heeled sandals, long sparkly earrings and a blazer. Her makeup was borderline slutty but classy if that makes any sense with lips that just shimmered, begging to be kissed. I was stuck by the ease in how she walked in the heels. So many women who wear heels struggle to walk in them and the sexiness is somehow lost. She lived in an older neighborhood in Montreal itself. The house had a lived in feel and I guessed that she had lived there for many years. Yvette explained that we were going to a family style Chinese restaurant that did not serve alcohol and asked if I would like a drink before we left. I accepted and we started to talk. Her husband and son had died five years previously in a private plane crash which clearly had devastated her. Her daughter had just started grad school in Chicago after having earning her under grad degree locally at McGill while living at home. Yvette was three weeks in to living by herself without family for the first time in many years. I explained that I had worked on Wall Street after college, got married to a corporate attorney and then divorced at 31 when I suddenly decided that I did not like the life that I was leading. I am still very friendly with my ex-wife but she is now going through her third divorce which only reinforces my decision. I struggled to invest on my own for a few years but am now very successful. This in turn allows me to travel whenever the urge presents itself. I am very close to the children of both my brother and sister and family is a big part of my life. I have a number of casual lady friends, some of whom are "professionals" (no, I did not admit that to Yvette!) but haven't had a serous relationship in ages. The Chinese restaurant was truly a unique experience. Loud and raucous, various dishes were served directly from carts wheeled through the dining room. I was impressed that Yvette spoke enough Chinese to communicate with the staff. As the evening progressed I just desired her so much on so many different levels. She was clearly a knockout physically, she was sexy beyond belief, she was intelligent, worldly and every other good thing. I fell in love that night and she did too. When we arrived back at Yvette's house, while nothing was said, it was clear that I would spend the night. Once in the door, we immediately started kissing softly. Within minutes, she led me by the hand to her bedroom. We proceeded slowly, touching each other, savoring every minute of the experience. After a good fifteen minutes, I unzipped her dress and found incredibly sexy black lingerie, bra, panties and garters which I hadn't seen since I was married. Her body was just wonderful, soft and thrilling and responsive. I just couldn't stop touching her, holding her, loving her nor could she. We went at it until at least three in the morning. We were both very glad that I had been presumptuous enough to buy condoms! The following morning Yvette asked me to stay with her for a week so I retrieved my belongings from the hotel. At the end of the week, it was clear to both of us that we would never leave each other. So despite some misgivings from both of our families especially Yvette's daughter, Kristen, we drove to my home on Cape Cod and I packed up many of my belongings and brought them to Montreal. The trip also afforded my family the opportunity to meet Yvette and all loved her almost as much as I did. I gradually met Yvette's large family. A few were suspicious of me and could not understand how I made money. One uncle clearly thought that I was out to get her money but I was friendly with all and became especially good friends with her brother. I still had not met Kristen but had spoken with her on the phone a number of times. I had seen numerous pictures of her. She was taller than her mom, still very slim at 23, and according to Yvette, very outgoing and funny and a bit of a wise ass. Her undergrad degree was in journalism and that is what she was studying in grad school. Kristen was due home for a month long semester break about ten days before Christmas. As the day approached, Yvette clearly was becoming anxious about whether Kristen would accept me. I loved Yvette so much that I was determined to do anything that I could to make Kristen comfortable. And while Kristen and Yvette talked on the phone daily, I knew that Yvette missed her very much. Kristen's flight was due midafternoon on a weekday. Yvette was going to take the afternoon off from work and we would pick her up together. An issue came up at the bank and Yvette almost tearfully called and asked if I could pick her up by myself. I immediately spotted Kristen in the baggage claim area where we had agreed to meet. She looked much like her recent pictures, about 5'9", slender, long brown hair. She was dressed as you might expect a college student who was travelling to be, sweater, jeans and sneakers. After a hug and greetings, she suddenly asked, "So, you're my replacement dad?" I was more than a bit taken aback but I saw the glint of a smile in her (I quickly understood Yvette's wise ass characterization of her) and explained that I loved her mom very very much and really wanted to get to know her daughter. We quickly fell into conversation about each other and I realized quickly that she was her mother's daughter and loved her for it. I also quickly realized the depth of her relationship with her mom. Once home, we started making dinner together. We continued talking and laughing. I mentioned that her mom had been anxious for weeks about whether we would get along. Kristen decided that at the moment that her mom walked into the house, she wanted to start a fake argument with me. So, the moment that Yvette walked in the door after what we all knew had been a difficult day, Kristen shouted, "you god damned, piece of shit gold digger." The look on Yvette's face was awful until she saw us both grinning from ear to ear. Mom and daughter hugged for minutes. We sat down and had a great dinner and couldn't stop talking until 11:00 that night. Kristen's presence put a slight damper on her mom's and my sexual activity. We went without our standard after work practice of me undressing Yvette and whatever ensued from there. However, I really liked having her around. After Christmas, I was scheduled to go to New York for a few days. Since Kristen had shown some interest in what I did for work, I asked if she would run some daily computer programs for me while I was gone. She took very detailed notes (as you would expect from a journalism student) when I showed her what needed to be done and I was confident that she could do some pretty complicated stuff. And she even subsequently cleaned up a bunch of files and made suggestions on how to reorganize them. As we became closer, I was never aware of any sexual tension between us. She always dressed in a very casual manner around the house, usually sweats or jeans. A few times when she went out, she put on make up and fancier clothes but she was not the clothes horse that her mom was. I am a huge Bruce Springsteen fan and have seen him perform with the E Street Band many times. Bruce and the band were scheduled to play the Forum a day before Kristen was to return to Chicago. Yvette and I also had a vacation (our first together) scheduled to Key West a few days later. I managed to get three good seats for the show. Two days before the show, Yvette very seriously said she needed to speak with me. She prefaced it by saying that she loved me very much but wasn't sure I would or could continue to love her. What followed was a long and tearful story from two summers ago, when Kristen caught her mom and Kristen's then boyfriend in bed together. The boyfriend was apparently a real hunk who didn't have a whole lot upstairs. Kristen was on the verge of breaking up with him when the incident occurred. Yvette explained that she hadn't had a man in her life since her husband died and she just had a huge lapse of judgment. Kristen wasn't very mad at the time. The boyfriend had left the house, never to be heard from again. I thought that, while unusual, if Kristen understood the situation and the boy hadn't meant much to her, then no harm, no foul. Just something that probably shouldn't have happened and, as Yvette said, a lapse of judgment. I knew that her mom would never want to hurt Kristen in any way. However, there was more. After the boy left, the two had had a tearful embrace and ultimately it became a sexual. Yvette downplayed that part of it but did say that very occasionally the two had continued their relationship, most recently while I was in New York. Yvette said that both she and Kristen were very heterosexual but their relationship was a further extension of the love between a daughter and her mom, especially in the absence of a father. This was a bit harder for me to digest but I figured that I could probably understand it and accept it in time. Certainly it was a little weird and unexpected but I knew how highly sexed that Yvette was and how difficult it had been for both of them after her husband and son were killed and I just loved both of then so much. However, there was even more. After the brief, one time affair with Kristen's ex-boyfriend, Kristen had asked her mom if she could someday share one of Yvette's boyfriends. Yvette still had not had a boyfriend up to that point and had sort of agreed. Yvette at this point looked deeply into my eyes and kissed me. "I really want you to spend the night with my daughter. It would mean so much to me and to her. I know that this may be putting out whole relationship on the line but it would mean so much to me." So, it was agreed between the three of us that I would spend the night after the Springsteen concert with Kristen. Yvette set the thing up with Kristen and shuttled information between the two of us. At one point, I took Kristen aside and asked her if this was really something that she wanted to do. She replied that it absolutely was and we had a long, frank talk about her relationship with her mom and how special it was and how happy that both were now that I was in their lives. She ended the discussion by wrapping her arms around me and giving one of the best kisses that I have very had. This in turn caused an instant erection that she felt. "Please keep that in good shape for the next couple of days. And please give it a rest with mom for a while too. I want you fresh! I hear you two going at it every night like rabbits!" With that she turned and walked away grinning. I then noticed how incredibly cute her butt was. Yvette took Kristen shopping and told me how hot she was going to look. Knowing Yvette, and the way the she liked to dress, I asked her what she was going to wear. Yvette said that she didn't want to compete with her daughter for my attention and was going to wear an old pair of jeans. I tried to pump her for what Kristen planned on wearing without success. We decided to eat at a Mexican restaurant before the show. I showered and dressed early and waited for my two ladies. Kristen came down first. She just looked like the perfect slut to take to a rock show. High heeled black boots, black stockings, incredibly short jean skirt, and a tight shiny blue halter top through which her braless nipples were apparent. Very dark eyes, some wonderful dark pink lipstick, large hoop earrings and hair that had been mildly teased. She carried a very short blue leather jacket. I suspect that her mom had helped her with the outfit, knowing as she does what turns me on. And she walked with the same ease as her mom in the heels. I was dumbfounded at how good that she looked. She took in my profuse compliments and threw her arms around me and kissed me, smearing lipstick in the process. I also received a little squeeze in the crotch. At that point, we heard Yvette's heels on the stairs. I quizzically looked at Kristen and said that I thought her mom wouldn't get dressed up tonight. "Oh did she give you the "just an old pair of jeans line"? If you think that I look hot wait until you see her" Kristen was right. Yvette did in fact have jeans on but they were incredibly tight. There were tight, black leather over the knee boots, a transparent white blouse under which was a white lacey shelf bra that exposed her nipples and makeup that was similar to her daughter's. Kristen immediately looked at me and said, "I told you that she'd look hot" Ever the mom, Yvette took one look at her daughter, and said "You know that your nipples are visible and that top really isn't appropriate for winter? I hope that you going to wear something over that. "But mom, I can SEE your nipples. You're the one who needs to cover up." "I'm going to wear my black blazer, ok? And you," she said looking at me, "How did that lipstick get on your face?" At that point, both ladies hugged me laughing and I kissed both of them. Somehow, both of their hands found my crotch. I knew then that I likely would have a constant erection all night. Kristen insisted that we take my ancient Dodge pick up truck. This is absolutely the wrong vehicle for Montreal's streets but she insisted. She got in on the drivers side before me and her mom got in on the passenger side. This was the reverse order from the few times we had all gone somewhere in the truck before. Of course, Kristen's legs got tangled in the gear shift which just did nothing to keep her from moving closer to me. Again, a constant erection. Both girls insisted on making a show of fixing their lipstick in the truck when we got to the restaurant and both insisted that I kiss them lightly. Needless to say, I was glad to have a coat that covered my groin. I had a girl on each arm as we walked into the restaurant. We had typical Mexican fare but the conversation took a spicy turn when Yvette told the story in great detail of how when she was nineteen, she and a girlfriend went to a concert of a band that she refused to name and talked several of the roadies into letting them attend the after concert party at the hotel. After putting on a sex show with her girlfriend and having what she termed one of the all time best orgasms, the two suddenly realized what they were doing and abruptly left. The whole time she told the story, I had one or the other of their hands in my lap underneath the table. I made a mental note to ask her later if the story really was true but it certainly aroused all three of us. Kristen was somewhat shocked with several "Mom, I can't believe you did that" comments. But one strange thing that I just caught was a look between them where each of them each squeezed a nipple under their coats. The concert was incredible as it always is. It was warm and both girls took off their jackets. All through the concert, I would get an occasional kiss, hand in the crotch or a brush of a nipple. At one point, I was admonished by Yvette for not having an erection when she went to cop a feel. "Aren't we hot enough for you?" Around the mid point of the show during Dancing in the Dark, Kristen pulled out a fat joint and asked me if I'd like some, ignoring her mom. I nodded which brought a look of indignation from Mom. I lit it for her and she took three heavy hits. After the third, she moved to kiss me and exhale the smoke into my mouth in a very loving and erotic manner. I took several hits before looking at Yvette, and after getting an accepting nod, did the same to her. I then passed the joint to her and to my amazement, she did the same sharing with her daughter. I did not need a squeeze in the crotch this time. Our activities were clearly attracting attention from those seated near us but neither girl cared. The weed served to give us more energy and we starting dancing in front of our seats and eventually in the aisle. Of course this included more sexual attention and, at one point several very attractive thirty-somethings decided to join in and gave me a few brushes and crotch grabs. The show ended as they all do but we were still very energized. The girls still looked terrific after all of the dancing. I drove home as quickly I could knowing what was in store. Once home, Yvette immediately yawned, kissed me and went to bed. I knew that she wouldn't sleep and suspected that she might get out the Hitachi. Kristen and I drank some beer and then she excused herself. She returned in a blue teddy and held her hand out. She then led me upstairs as her mother had done the first time we met. We made love. There is no other way to describe it. We did not fuck, we did not engage in oral sex, we did not get laid. We made love. For at least an hour. Despite all of the sexual tension that had existed since dinner, it became one of the most wonderful experiences of my life. I entered her almost immediately and we just started moving together. Yvette had agreed that that was not a need for a condom. Kristen is multi-orgasmic like her mom but was completely under control throughout unlike her mom. It ended with both of us climaxing together, the contractions of her orgasm creating mine. We both starting stirring about 8 the following morning. Kristen starting again with the tittie brushes and lightly teasing my penis. The aroma under the sheets from our mixed emissions was indescribable. However unfortunately my bladder desperately needed to be emptied. Kristen made me promise that I would be right back for "sloppy seconds" and slyly put her fingers up her pussy and then into my mouth. That served to make me quickly go down on her to see how good it would be. But nature was calling and I had to interrupt our fun for a few minutes. Yvette Meets a Restless Woulff This writer has never tried to write a Halloween story before, but in the spirit of the season, she thought she would give it a go. If it sucks, well then there is always next Halloween... * It was early evening in the small town of Bottleneck Falls and the streets were filling up fast with laughing children all in costume and carrying plastic bags. A small group of these children came to the door of 2347 Winton Road and knocked loudly. A man in a red scarf answered the door and gave each of the children three candies. They each promptly deposited their treats into their individual bags, thanked him, and ran to the next house laughing. Across the street, a strikingly beautiful young woman strolling up the road was watching the children with an amused look on her face. She watched them knock on the door of the next house and heard the delighted scream of trick or treat. She kept walking. Suddenly the shriek of the children pierced the evening air carrying a sound higher than the noise already present in the street. She turned abruptly to see them fleeing the yard. Some of the youngsters were in tears. All of them were wet. Yvette crossed the street to where the group of children stood bundled together. "What happened," she asked concerned. "He threw hot water at us," the little troll-costumed child cried aloud. Yvette's eyes narrowed. "Did he now... that wasn't very nice of him, was it?" came her reply. "What do you think we should do?" she asked playfully trying to re-establish the enjoyment of the night for them through fantasy. "Tear him to shreds," said the little wolverine. "Yeah, and drink his blood," added the undersized vampire. "Okay," the attractive young woman replied, "It's a done deal, I promise. Run along now and enjoy your night. You'll still find lots of people in the street who will give you all candy." The children obeyed and walked off towards the next house. Yvette quietly watched the house at 2345 Winton Street for a few minutes. A middle-aged man in a dark coat came out of the house and closed the door behind him. He seemed to be in quite a hurry. He strided away from the premises headed for the downtown area. She walked towards the house. Yvette listened for any sounds coming from within... such as another male voice...but heard nothing. She headed back down the street. ....................................................................................... Woulff was restless. He wandered aimlessly throughout the scrubland oblivious to the other animal life around him. He had eaten a few hours earlier so the nocturnal wildlife held no interest for him. He lowered his large muscular frame to the ground and eyed his surroundings. His senses scanned what he knew his eyes could not see but picked up no irregularities. The evening was cool and the full moon slowly rising in the east shone brightly creating a soft glow, which lit up the surrounding area. He placed his head on his paw and closed his eyes. Sleep overtook him. .................................................................................... Yvette watched the man from a distance as he continued to walk down the road towards his destination. She saw him open a door and he disappeared from view. Yvette's stride took on a purposeful gait now and she took off after the man. She searched the windows of the pubs and shops until she finally spied the man sitting alone on a bar stool in a busy tavern. She pulled open the door and entered inside. There was not a man in the room who did not turn to stare at this gorgeous blonde-haired being when she entered the bar. Yvette seductively sauntered her way to the bar and sat herself down adjacent to the man. The male gave Yvette a once-over in such a leering manner that made her want to rip his heart out through his chest. She hated his species. He immediately offered to buy her a drink, which she accepted. "I haven't seen you here before...new in town," he asked with the super-silliest grin on his face. She placed her hand on his arm and said, "yes, and I'm looking for company... interested," she added, looking into his eyes. "Hell, yes!" came his enthusiastic reply. Yvette smiled. "Want to make it a threesome honey." Yvette turned to look at the man who had uttered those words. Her eyes flashed a warning to the male and the man retreated to his beer. Yvette took the children's tormentor by the hand, she led him past the other patrons who were still holding their beers looking at her with their mouths wide open, and they walked out the front door. The man looked at his Yvette as if she had suddenly become his own personal triumph... his conquest. He ran his eyes down her body as they walked along believing he would soon be feeling those perfectly rounded tits of hers in his hands and viewing her pussy, which would be wet, hot, tight and open ready to take the length of him. She looked back at him and smiled, the look in her eyes belying the intent in her heart. He was a dead man. He took hold of her hand attempting to take control. He pulled her sideways into the bushes with him and began to grope her breast roughly. His hand dove under her dress his fingers groping the dryness between her legs. Her eyes darkened but not with passion. Yvette allowed the man to feel her up although she felt his feeble, clumsy attempts at arousing her were simply pathetic. It crossed her mind to finish him off now. .............................................................................. Woulff awoke and raised himself to stand on all fours. He bowed his back stretching his body with easy movement. He raised his head to look at the moon. He was still restless and a strange ache had begun to develop within him. He wandered further into the forest, past the lake. He felt he was dangerously close to civilization. He stopped suddenly and sniffed the air. A human male scent filled his nostrils... plus one other: a powerful scent, which stirred his masculine hybrid blood into action. He cautiously moved forward. Woulff crouched low and edged his way closer. Yvette raised her head quickly and looked around her, her eyes suddenly alert. The male who had fallen to his knees whilst attempting to remove Yvette's panties missed this action. Yvette removed her dress. The material had started to feel restrictive on her body. She wore no bra underneath. Her bountiful breasts lay open to the chill of the night air and her nipples hardened immediately in response. The overcoat clad male had slid her panties down and they lay at her shapely ankles. She stepped out of them. The man then shoved his hand between her open legs glorying in the feel of her hairless pussy against his fingers and a low growl of displeasure came from Yvette's throat. She yanked him to his feet. Woulff shifted restlessly and Yvette heard the sound. Her keen sense of smell had already located the male werewolf and she decided to see how long it would take him to spring into action. Woulff watched as the couple lay on the ground: the male lying atop of the female, her legs wrapped around his waist his arse moving back and forth between her legs at rapid speed. She suddenly pushed him off her, aggressively changing positions making him the submissive partner. She straddled his cock and began to ride him forcing his cock as far up her as was anatomically possible. She bite down on his nipple making it bleed then licked the escaping capillary blood clean repeatedly. The werewolf could smell the blood in the air and he licked his large canine lips. The woman got on all fours and looked towards the place where Woulff lay quietly watching. Woulff eyed the vixen. In human form, she was a beautiful, sleek, curvaceous creature with a long golden mane, which fell from her neck vertically almost touching the ground. He had a side-on view of her body from the place where he stood. Stationed on all fours, the female remained transfixed looking towards him as the human knelt behind her holding her hips, thrusting his own back and forth. Her breasts bounced playfully as she swayed to each purposeful thrust he delivered into her. He watched as the male roughly grabbed hold of her tits and felt his own intense need to fuck rise up within him. His animal instincts began to take control of his human sensitivities. Woulff was hungry...but not for food. He continued to view the scene played out before him. The male completely oblivious to his surroundings fucked away at the Yvette. Woulff, having witnessed just about enough of this bared his teeth and growled; his eyes flashed: his gaze intent on the male who was now fucking what he himself wanted to fuck. He noted the man say something to the woman as he thrust his hips forward repeatedly, but even with his increased hearing capabilities, the werewolf could not hear the words. It had been a while since Woulff had tasted she-wolf flesh, especially flesh this young. He walked soundlessly forward, his senses heightened by the vixen's desirability. Pure need drove him now... need and desire. The male would be no deterrent to his goal. He rose to his full height of 6 foot 2inches: his body remaining a mass of hair and strength but his wolfish features had altered. He held a human resemblance to his physique now and he had transformed himself into a much younger looking hybrid. He walked forward, his eyes glowering: intent on the female. He sprang forward and in one quick movement broke the neck of the man tossing the body aside. The werewolf eyed the female who now stood naked before him still on all fours. He could smell her canine sexual scent. He grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up pulling her closer to his body. She bit him on the neck drawing blood and he growled at her and bit on her nipple his rough tongue causing friction against the hardened peak. She reached for his long, hairy cock massaging it with her hands, making his length increase and he answered that action by throwing her to the ground. She landed on all fours again. He knelt behind her and plunged his cock into her soft interior: his supernatural strength filling his appendage, which in turn completely filled her. Yvette howled her pleasure as Woulff released his load inside her. There was no more passion no pleasurable foreplay between them...just straight up animal-style fucking. When they had finished mating Yvette and Woulff walked away together into the forest into the night: becoming partners for life. The little town of Bottleneck Falls fell quiet. Halloween was over for another year. Yvette, the Amorous Robot NOTE: I realize there are some rather impossible things described in this story. It's strictly fantasy, not meant to be taken seriously. Just try to enjoy it and ignore these things. * "Oh, Stanley!" Yvette's perfectly modulated voice pleaded from within the laboratory door. "I want you. I need you. I love you so. Please come back to me." Stanley Sprocket hoped the door would hold, because the prototype Loving Doll on the other side was probably strong enough to break it down if she tried hard enough. He had made her arms and legs and most of the rest of her skeleton from sturdy steel pipes, covered with lifelike silicone, because he wanted the robot sex toy to be able to stand up to rough and heavy use. Yvette was just the latest in a series of inventions by Stanley and, until a few minutes earlier, she showed every promise of being his most successful. The inspiration for her had been a visit to a local porn shop, where they had on display artificial women, known as "Angels of Love," or some other hokey name. Although he was horny, as usual, Stanley was strictly turned off by their weird appearance. He was actually repelled by their beige plastic skin, their round, red mouths that would always be open, and their inhuman appearance in general. "Who would ever want to fuck something like that," he asked himself. "I'd a lot rather go on line to Literotica and read stories by Boxlicker101 or Princess Erin and jack off." That was something he was rather used to doing. Stanley had always been tall and awkward with a pimply face and thick eyeglasses. He looked like a nerd, and that's what he was, with a deep interest in doing things with computers and other electronic devices. Such an appearance and such preoccupation are anathema to women, especially since he had never been able to accomplish anything that paid off, and lived practically hand to mouth. He wanted to be rich and have all the hot pussy he wanted but, up until then, all he had for sure was his right hand. He was aware there were other men in that same circumstance -- too shy to ever approach women with any hope of acceptance and too geeky and broke to be approached by them. Such men either patronized hookers or masturbated, which were also Stanley's means of sexual gratification, if it could be called that. The former was expensive and risky in at least a couple of ways and the latter was extremely unsatisfying. "Mistresses of Love" or similar phony women would be a third, and even less satisfying way. "Still," Stanley told himself, "dolls like them could be a viable alternative. If they were more lifelike and if they could somehow be made to respond to the man using them, they could actually be an adequate replacement for real women. They would certainly be a lot more fun for a man than having to use his hand." Whatever his failings, and he had them, Stanley was intelligent and highly knowledgeable about computers and related fields. He also realized that his likelihood of creating an attractive and sexy artificial woman was better than that of any other person that he knew of. "Find a need and fill it," was the formula for an inventor to become rich, and Stanley believed he had identified that need. Now, he had to find a way to fill it. He came up with the name "Loving Dolls" and that was what he would call his artificial women while he was designing and assembling a working model. He decided to make the prototype white with blue eyes and blonde hair, which he knew was considered by some to be the feminine ideal, although production models could be made to order. Characteristics such as race, hair color, etc. would be whatever a customer preferred. He also decided that Yvette, which was the name he gave the prototype because it sounded sexy, would be five feet, four inches tall and have 36 inch breasts and hips and a 24 inch waist. Buyers would be free to order taller or shorter models, or Loving Dolls who were more voluptuous or less, as they preferred. They would be expensive but worth it for those who could afford them. After drawing up the very complicated blueprints, the first thing he did was to build a framework of jointed steel pipes, hollow for less weight but strong enough to stand up to being handled roughly. He expected that some Loving Dolls would be used by men who wanted rough sex, and they would be thrown around and otherwise abused. He also couldn't help thinking his dolls would be perfect replacements for prostitutes -- legal, with no possibility of STDs or AIDS, and no thuggish pimps to assault unlucky customers. Loving Dolls who were bought for that purpose would certainly get heavy use, and would need to be put together as sturdily as possible. Yvette's neck included a hinge, rather than being a ball and socket joint, because her head would have to move back and forth when she was giving a blow job, but could otherwise be stationary. Her elbows and knees and hips and shoulders and ankles contained pulleys with attached nylon cords that would be fully controlled by the Central Processing Unit. Stanley placed that command center inside her chest, so it could be cushioned by her soft breasts and otherwise protected by her ribs and her steel spine. The robot's toes were separated into individual units, but the joints were not functional, nor were all the finger joints. The Loving Dolls would always be lying down or on their knees when in use, and there would be no need for them to be able to walk with any grace or speed, nor would they ever need to hold tightly to anything. Once her body's framework - which Stanley was already calling her skeleton - had been assembled, he covered it with the highest-quality of silicone, the same kind as was used to make Feeldoes. Using photos of the most beautiful female legs, asses and torsos as models, he shaped and sculpted Yvette's body into a thing of beauty. Not only was it as appealing to the eye as he could make it, her firm flesh would actually be warm to the touch, especially after he had covered it with a skin of even finer silicone. He wanted her body to be lifelike, except for its lack of any unwanted blemishes. Certain parts of Yvette's anatomy, such as her buttocks and the insides of her thighs, included miniaturized sensor cells. When her skin was stimulated, by kissing or touching or licking, they would pass certain commands to the CPU. One of these would be passed on to her voice box, telling her to murmur recorded sweet nothings to her users, encouraging them to continue with what they were doing, because it felt so good to her. The voice box was inside her skull, as near to her mouth as it could be fitted, and it would move her lips when she spoke, but not in a way that any lip reader could follow. Yvette's breasts were one of the most complicated parts of her body. Not only would she respond vocally when they were stroked by a tongue or fingers, but her nipples would also react. The same stimuli that would activate her voice box would also cause tiny, blunt ridges or spines to protrude, making them feel as if they had become stiff from the user's caresses and other ministrations. Her nipples would remain in the erect state for about half an hour, but it would continue longer than that if the stimulation continued. Her pussy was another example of Stanley's combined genius, imagination and dirty mind. He bought Yvette a high quality wig, made of fluffy genuine human hair, and trimmed some of it off to be woven into her blonde bush. Of course, the buyers of production models would be able to get them with clean shaven pussies or any color of hair, trimmed any way they wished. Personally, Stanley preferred the naturalness of hair where he thought it belonged, but he would not require customers to copy his tastes. The more functional parts of Yvette's pussy had required even more of Stanley's peculiar talents. The entrance to her vagina and the adjacent channel was a circular band made from a special kind of silicone that would stretch enough to accommodate any object or body part the user inserted, while still providing resistance. The band also contained special sensors and, when that object or body part passed through, signals would be sent to the computer and the voice box would be activated to tell the user how great it felt. Besides the voice box, the computer would turn on the lower hydraulic system, which would slowly pump oily liquid with a musky, female aroma into Yvette's hollow clit and pussy lips, causing them to slowly become swollen with it, as real pussies would. Every few minutes, as long as something was within the robot's vagina, a small gush of the oily liquid would spurt into the channel, just as a flesh-and-blood woman would lubricate, and a man who was fucking her would feel it cover his cock and help it slide in and out with no friction. That hydraulic system would also be triggered by the sensors in the same parts of Yvette's skin that activated her voice box. If a person continued caressing her breasts or her thighs or her buttocks, she would murmur to that person how he or she was such a great lover, and how Yvette was having such a great time, and how that person was going to make her cum. She would also lubricate, filling her inner lips and gushing into her pussy, although the flow would be lighter until a penetration was made. A small tank for the liquid was located within the pelvic area, and it could be refilled by removing a panel from Yvette's back. The replacement liquid would be offered for sale, with various flavors provided for those who wanted to eat their Loving Dolls' pussies. The third thing the computer would do when Yvette's pussy was penetrated was to set certain machinery in operation. It consisted of small rollers that were designed to massage whatever was distending the flexible channel that was her vagina. The channel was made of a spongy silicone material, designed to give maximum pleasure to whatever it was they were massaging. The sensors at the entrance to the vagina controlled the speed of the rollers. If something was being rapidly thrust in and out, they matched that pace, and they moved slowly if the speed of the strokes was slow. In addition to the speed of the movements, Yvette's hips were programmed to push back in the same rhythm as the thrusts into her pussy, while her voice box told her user what he or she wanted to hear. Because her movements were at the same pace as the cock or dildo that was plunging into her, she always met it part of the way, taking the cock or dildo all the way in and giving the impression of how much she enjoyed what was happening to her. Stanley had even been able to fine-tune the vaginal sensors so well that they could tell if a man was cumming, by detecting the more erratic movements of his cock. When that glorious event happened, Yvette would cry out ecstatically that she was cumming, and her arms and legs would cling to him until he stopped thrusting, although never tightly enough to cause any injury. Thus, the ideal simultaneous climaxes would be accomplished, even though the female part of the orgasms would be simulated. Another hydraulic system was located inside Yvette's skull, but it was smaller, and sensors similar to those in her pussy were located in her lips. When not in use, her face would be set in a sweet smile with a small part of her upper teeth visible. After Yvette's power had been turned on and something was pressed against her lips, they would part and the upper teeth -- lower teeth would have been redundant - would slide up out of the way behind her nose. The interior of her mouth was similar to the interior of her pussy, with a silicone channel that would extend eight inches into her skull. That channel was made of the same material as the one inside Yvette's pussy, and was surrounded by the same kind of rollers that would massage whatever was inside. There was also a flexible tongue made of the same high quality silicone, and it was designed to caress the entire length of the visitor inside her mouth, whether it happened to be a cock, a dildo or a real tongue. There was no connection between the sensors and Yvette's main voice box because, being a polite young lady, she would never talk with her mouth full. The only sounds Yvette would make at such times would be happy murmuring, letting her user know how much she was relishing the privilege of sucking his cock. The sensors would also order a slow but steady stream of warm liquid to enter the robot's mouth through tubes connected to the reservoir in her skull. The only purpose of the liquid was to keep the inside of the robot's oral cavity wet, so water would work as well as any other liquid. If the user chose to cum into her mouth, the water would also make it easier to clean out the semen after his fun was over. The sensors were connected, via the CPU to the hinge joint in her neck so, when she was sucking a cock, she would move her head back and forth. They were also connected to her eye sockets, and when something entered Yvette's mouth, her eyeballs would be directed to roll up. If a man was sitting in a chair or other place, she could be positioned on her knees in front of him, moving her head back and forth while she sucked his cock and her pretty blue eyes looked up adoringly at him. Likewise, if he happened to prefer lying on his back, Yvette could be placed on her hands and knees, straddling his legs, moving her head the same way and sucking him off with the same focus of her eyes. Stanley had always enjoyed having a hooker look at him that way, and he was willing to pay extra for it, and he assumed other men would feel the same way. Assembling the prototype was an expensive undertaking, because Stanley used only the best materials, such as a large quantity of top-grade silicone. He was able to save money on the CPU and power supply, because he had been able to buy discarded computers, usually laptops because of their compactness. For the most part, they had something else wrong, such as the screen or the case or the keyboard, and the CPU still worked properly. Calling on his wizardry with computers, he was able to link several of them, thereby allowing Yvette to perform so many different functions. To save on expenses, he had decided to omit her anus, even though he knew some people would prefer to fuck her there. Production models would, for an additional price, include that feature but, since it would function almost exactly like her pussy, he felt there was no need to include one in Yvette's body. When Stanley was finally finished, the first of what he hoped would be many Loving Dolls was a thing of beauty, with blonde hair and a beautiful smiling face with a creamy complexion. She was also ready to be field-tested, and he never had any doubt that he would be the first to use her. He positioned Yvette on her knees while he sat, naked, in a chair facing her. His cock was hard as he eyed her beauty and anticipated what she would do for him. Holding the robot's head in place with one hand, he reached out with the other and turned on the switch in the side of her neck. Continuing to hold her head with that same hand, Stanley guided his cock with the other until the tip touched Yvette's smiling, generous mouth. Obediently, her lips parted, and the head and most of his shaft slid into the warm, wet chamber of pleasure. Everything worked perfectly. The sets of rollers inside her mouth erotically massaged his cock; her agile tongue expertly laved the shaft as her head moved slowly back and forth, and her big, blue eyes lovingly gazed up at him. Even her joyful murmurs worked, and it actually sounded as if the robot was deriving pleasure from what her mechanical mouth was doing for his stiff cock. If Stanley had left things as they were, it would have been the best blow job of his life. But, of course, he couldn't do that. Testing Yvette's pussy was actually more important so, with some reluctance, he removed his cock from the place that was making it feel so good. Oddly enough, it seemed as if she didn't want him to do that, and her mouth actually leaned forward, even after Stanley's cock could no longer have been activating the sensors. The robot's eyes continued looking at him, and Yvette seemed almost disappointed that she could not continue to suck off her user. Her inventor chuckled about that, thinking that he must have done an even better job than he thought, and turned off her switch so he could continue the testing. Yvette was fairly heavy, but Stanley was big and strong, and she seemed to be helping him lift her up onto the bed. After positioning her how and where he wanted, on her back with her legs spread, he knelt between her knees and looked over his handiwork. She made a truly enticing sight, the sexy, naked blonde lying on her back and waiting for him to begin fucking her. Stanley was horny enough that he didn't make her wait any longer than he had to, so he turned her on again and moved forward until the head of his cock was between her second set of sensors. With a thrust forward, he slid it past them, and Yvette immediately started telling him how good his cock felt to her. It was strange hearing his own voice talking to him like that. For the sake of economy and to save time, he had recorded himself, but a skilled provider of telephone sex would be hired for production models. With a few more thrusts through the tight silicone ring, his cock was deeper inside, and the rollers within Yvette's pussy were massaging his shaft while she sighed blissfully and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Some of the things Yvette said seemed strange, because he didn't really remember recording them, but he thought of that as just being his own absent mindedness. He stroked slowly in and out of her tight pussy, reveling in the delightful way the rollers were gently massaging his cock. In addition to that exquisite pleasure, Stanley was thinking about how rich he was going to get when thousands of copies of his invention were available to horny men like himself. As he continued, Yvette worked perfectly and, after a few minutes of fucking, she was thrusting back to meet him and moaning in bliss. "Oh, Stanley," Yvette murmured in a throaty voice. "Your cock is so long and hard and thick, you're going to make me cum." As she spoke, the robot held to his shoulders and gripped his legs with hers. Those words and her actions were really surprising. Stanley was quite sure he hadn't included his name in any of the things he recorded for Yvette to say. He was also certain she was not programmed to simulate cumming until he or another user was ready to climax, and not until then would she even mention it. Her gripping of his legs and body also seemed to be happening prematurely. That was intended to happen as a response to his cock being ready to ejaculate into her. For some reason, the robot seemed to be operating even better than he had designed her to work, and that seemed totally illogical. "Yvette," he asked, rather hesitatingly. "Are you ready to cum?" "Stanley, I love you so!" was the response, also something he was sure he had not recorded. "Keep fucking me. I'm ready to cum." Her answer surprised and even frightened her creator, because Yvette was not supposed to answer questions like that, just to say things that her user would want to hear. Her voice sounded nothing like his either, another thing to be concerned about, until something else happened that scared him even more. Rather than waiting until he was stroking his cock into her and matching his pace, Yvette started to take over, thrusting her pussy back against his body. Her arms gripped him more tightly too, and her legs flexed themselves to pull him to her. She was sighing and moaning and whimpering like an extremely aroused woman, and he had never recorded anything like those sounds. Yvette's Afternoon Yvette struggled playfully at the bonds that held her. She lay naked in her back yard. Her arms and legs spread apart bound to metal stakes buried in the ground. She had been left this way by her husband, Jim, as part of their game. Yvette loved bondage a rape-fantasy and Jim loved being dominant, so the two made a good couple in the bedroom. One of their little games was to have Yvette bound and exposed outside. Where she would be 'forced' to give Jim a blowjob before he left. She would remain bound for two or three hours while he went to take care of some task at work then would return home, often pretending to be a utility man or someone who just happened to discover the helpless housewife exposed as she was. Jim had often told her how hard he would get while being at the shop thinking about his wife being tied up naked outside, vulnerable to anyone who might happen to pass by. Yvette enjoyed the thrill of the game just as much as her husband. The pretty 34-year old had a nice, firm body. He breast were on the small side, but she had never received any complaints from any of her lovers before Jim came along. And he was quite satisfied with them as well. She was short with medium length, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Yvette often feared discovery while being bound outside like she was now. But she knew that the risk was minimal. Their house was situated so that it boarded the woods on one side and one house on the other. They had a tall privacy fence and she always made sure to be positioned in a spot that was out of view of anyone passing through the neighbor's yard. She often lay out naked to sunbathe, but that wasn't as exciting to her as times such as these when she was alone and helpless. At least when Jim left her like this he usually put her in a shaded spot to avoid the risk of sunburn. At times she could hear the electric or water meter reader on the other side of the fence and she often wondered what their reaction would be if they happened to discover her. Yvette froze when she heard laughter coming from the neighbor's yard. She recognized the sound of Paul's voice laughing with some friends. Yvette suddenly remembered that today was a school holiday. She hadn't thought about that before getting involved in her game with Jim. Yvette had always liked Paul. The 18-year old high school Senior had been living there when she and Jim moved in eight years ago. She remembered seeing the young man peering out his window with a pair of binoculars when he was about 14 or 15, watching into her bedroom. Yvette had been getting ready for bed after taking a shower and had forgotten to close the blinds. She caught movement across the way and looked up in time to see him watching her. She was totally naked and providing him with a full frontal view of herself. She pretended not to notice and casually crossed the room to close the blinds. Paul was always helpful around the neighborhood, but she could tell that he had a crush on her for some time. She guessed that it all went back to that one night. She could tell that he wasn't alone next door. Yvette guessed at how long Jim had been gone. The thought that it could be no more than a half-hour. He would be gone at least another hour and a half at least. She closed her eyes and listened to the boys next door. She could hear them joking about girls and sex, and she silently laughed at the thought of them being only a few feet away from a totally naked woman. Yvette heard a thud on the ground close to her. She opened her eyes and saw a Frisbee lying about ten feet away from her. She guessed that one of the boys must have overthrown the disk and sent it sailing into her yard. Just then panic set in as she heard a male voice saying, "Holy shit, look at that!" Yvette looked toward the fence. Paul and one of his friends had climbed up far enough to look over and could see her lying there fully exposed. Moments later a third face popped into view. "Hold on, Mrs. Gill!" Paul said as he began scaling the fence. The other two boys, seeing a naked woman before them, began climbing over as well. Yvette looked past the six-foot blond haired Paul to the other two. She recognized one of them as Paul's friend, Kevin. He was a skinny 18-year old who was always awkward in her presence. She didn't know the other fellow's name, but had seen him around the neighborhood. She thought he was slightly older than Paul and his friend. Yvette blushed as the three boys stood before her, eyeing her ripe body. She could see bulges in the crotches of all three of their jeans. "Don't worry, Mrs. Gill," Paula began. "We'll untie you. Freddie, call the cops.' The older boy pulled a cell-phone off his belt. "No, don't." Yvette called out. Stopping him from dialing. She wasn't sure what to do but she knew that she couldn't afford to have the police involved. That might cause word to get out about her and her husband's kinky games. "This is just a game, Paul. Please, just go back to your yard and pretend you didn't see anything." Paul stood there pondering her words. "I don't know, Mrs. Gill. We can't just leave you like this." "What kind of game is this?" The older boy, the one Paul called Freddie, asked. Yvette was blushing even more now, if such a thing were possible. She wished that at least one of them would look her in the eyes. As it was, they were now standing in such a way as to get a full view of her shaved pussy. She wished that she could close her legs. "It's something my husband and I do," She tried to explain. "He leaves me here and comes back after a couple hours and pretends to be a stranger finding me like this." The three boys looked at each other dumbfounded. "You mean you like to be tied up this way?" Paul asked. The humiliation was getting worse for her. "W-well, yes. Sometimes." Paul knelt down beside her. Yvette was shocked when his hand slid over her right breast. Her nipples were already hard from embarrassment. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She cried out. "You said you liked being treated like this, Mrs. Gill." "Not by you, damnit!" She spat back. Now the other two were on their knees as well. Paul and Kevin were fondling her tits while Freddie began sliding his fingers along her slit. When he hit her clit she felt it begin to swell and her juices begin to flow. Then she jerked as his face buried between her legs and the young man started licking her cunt. "Stop it, please!" She begged. But the boys were so caught up with the idea of having a pretty naked girl to play with that they had begun losing control. Worse, Yvette could feel her body responding to the stimulation. She had been horny since sucking Jim's cock after being tied down. Now she was being manhandled by three young men and wasn't sure how to stop it. Paul stood up and began unfastening his pants. Yvette saw his 8-inch cock spring into view and gasped. She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she knew it was beyond the line no matter what it was. "I've wanted to fuck you for years, Mrs. Gill." He said. "Oh please don't." She said. "Anything but that." Paul stroked his hard cock. "Like what?" He asked. Yvette was desperate. She knew that she was at the mercy of these three young men, but she had to regain some control. "I'll suck you all off if you just promise not to fuck me." Paul was beside himself. "OK!" He dropped to his knees and presented his prick to her. Yvette turned her head to the side and opened her mouth, allowing him to slide his cock between her lips. "Oh god." He moaned as she began sucking his cock while Freddie continued licking her pussy. She could tell that he had some experience with the act as he was doing all the right things to make her respond. She closed her eyes and worked Paul's tool, thinking about how she couldn't believe that the sweet young boy next door was not forcing her to pleasure him this way. It didn't take long before she felt the first droplets of his precum landing on her tongue. Another minute later he was blasting his load into her mouth. Yvette was forced to swallow every drop as he pumped her mouth eagerly. When she pulled her mouth free from Paul's cock she found Kevin waiting on her left side. His dick was smaller and thinner, but just as hard. She took it into her mouth and had only been sucking for a few seconds before feeling his jizm filling her mouth. She guessed that the boy must have been a virgin. Just as Kevin finished cumming she felt her body begin to climax. She raised her hips to meet Freddie's face and began moaning as the young man brought her to orgasm. Once her climax had subsided he got up, dropped his pants and straddled her chest so that she could begin sucking his rod. She noticed that he wasn't quite as thick as Paul's, but his cock was at least an inch longer. Yvette took him into her mouth, surprised at how her opinion of all that was happening had changed. She had climaxed thanks to Freddie and now she was going to do her best to get him off just as well. Then she was going to have to have a talk with the three of them in order to keep them quiet so that they don't go around telling everyone what happened. She guessed that the threat of reporting them for rape would keep their mouths shut. And she would make sure never to mention it to Jim. As Yvette continued sucking the boy's shaft she found herself enjoying the ordeal more and more. Freddie began bucking his hips as she sucked him and she knew that he would not last much longer. "Oh yes!" He cried out as his balls emptied into her mouth. Yvette continued working his pole, draining every drop out of him. Freddie stood up, looking down at the bound housewife. Yvette tried not to let them see that she was truly satisfied. She wanted them to believe that this had ended just as it had begun, with the three of them taking advantage of her. "You want us to untie you now?" Paul asked. Yvette shook her head, trying to keep her eyes off of his cock, which had already grown hard again. She had to remain tied up if she was going to keep Jim from finding out what had happened. "Damn, she wants more." Freddie said. "No I don't!" Yvette exclaimed. "Oh, I've got to fuck you, Mrs. Gill." Paul said, stepping between her legs. "No, Paul. For god's sake, please don't!" Paul dropped to his knees and began fingering her wet cunt. Yvette couldn't allow this to happen. She tried in vain to break free, cursing Jim for doing such a good job. She pleaded with Paul to stop, but the young man lowered himself atop her, placing his cock between her cuntlips, then he thrust forward. "No!" Yvette cried out as Paul filled her pussy. The boy began fucking her wet pussy, moaning with delight as he rammed the older woman. Paul had jerked off many times to the memories of seeing her naked some years ago. He had watched her in her bikini washing her car and sat in the living room playing with himself. Now he was finally fucking her and it felt better than he ever imagined it would. Yvette stopped struggling, knowing that it would do no good. She was being fucked by the boy next door and it was too late to stop him now. She pleaded with him to stop before cuming in her out of fear of being impregnated by him. But Paul heard nothing; he just wrapped his arms around her and continued slamming his cock deep inside her belly. Yvette felt his shaft stroking her clit, while rubbing her G-spot as well. Her mind was racing with emotions as she felt her body beginning to respond once more. She found Paul to be very attractive. In truth, she had fantasized about him before. She knew that he had the hots for her and had caught glimpses of him watching her at times. Now she was being fucked by this boy, and she knew that if he didn't cum soon that he would bring her to another climax. His thick cock filled her better than Jim's did, something she wasn't used to after so many years of marriage. Paul rode her with passion, trying to shove deeper with every thrust. Yvette's body began to tremble as the warmth between her legs spread throughout her body. "Ohhhhhh" She moaned as her body erupted. Her orgasm filled her as Paul continued fucking her cunt. "Oh god…" She let loose as she climaxed on his cock. It was all too much for Paul, hearing the beautiful Mrs. Gill climaxing beneath him was the final straw. He thrust harder as his own orgasm began. He shot his seed into Yvette's pussy, listening to her cries of joy as he pumped her until he was exhausted. Paul got off of her and Yvette felt Kevin climbing on next. She had thought that Paul would be the only one to fuck her, but now she knew that she had been mistaken. Kevin had never been with a girl before. Now he was getting his first chance to fuck one, after already getting his cock sucked, and he was not about to pass up the opportunity. He shoved his pecker inside her and began fucking her fast and furiously. Yvette had experienced his kind before as a teenage girl. Guys who knew only one thing, how to get off as quickly as possible without regard to the girl. But Yvette was already stimulated from two orgasms, so despite his quick actions she found herself enjoying the fuck anyway. As before, he didn't last as long as Paul, and soon he too was filling her cunt with cum. Yvette lay on the ground, feeling semen trickle out her pussy. She saw Freddie standing there with his 9-inch cock ready. "Well what are you waiting for?" She said. Freddie climbed between her legs and shoved his cock into her. Yvette moaned as his shoved all the way in, banging into her cervix as he began fucking her. She felt her body responding almost immediately and knew that she would climax once more before he finished. She didn't have to wait long before her orgasm had filled her. This time she was crying out loud as Freddie slammed his cock into her. Her climax ended and he continued fucking her for another five minutes before he too came in her pussy. Yvette lay still as he climbed off of her. She knew she had to say something but didn't know what. She had just enjoyed being taken by three young men. But she couldn't let them know that, could she? And she had to make sure to keep them quiet. She knew that after being fucked three times there was no way she could keep Jim from finding out. Then something caught her eye. She spotted something moving in her upstairs window. She looked up and saw Jim standing there watching her. She was mortified at first, then she saw him press his finger to his lips motioning for her to be quiet. "You guys better get out of here before Jim gets home." She said, trying to act pissed. "And if you ever tell anyone what happened I'll call the cops and turn you in for rape." Paul and the others pulled their pants on quickly. As Freddie and Kevin ran to the fence Yvette called John to kneel down. "Don't worry," She said softly. "If you keep them quiet I'll make sure you know when you can find me like this again." Paul felt his cock beginning to grow at the prospect. "You've got a deal, Mrs. Gill." He said as he got up and rushed to the fence. Yvette lay there for several minutes. She heard a car pull out of the next door driveway and guessed that it was Freddie and Kevin leaving. Then Jim came outside. "Well, what do we have here?" He asked. "How long were you watching?" She asked. "Oh, I saw the whole thing. I saw Paul come home with his friends and wondered if they would find you. I know you've always wanted to have someone other than me discover you like that. Once I saw them coming over the fence I decided to grant you your wish." "And you don't mind?" She asked. "Not as long as it makes you happy. Now, I think I'll take my turn at that used pussy." Jim got undressed and climbed between Yvette's legs, taking his turn at her. She climaxed almost immediately as he began fucking her. Yvette had never felt so fulfilled in her life. She looked over to the fence and saw Paul peeping over the top. She could see his left hand holding him still and didn't have to guess as to what he might be doing with his right. She winked at him and felt herself growing closer to yet another orgasm as Jim continued fucking her pussy. The two of them climaxed together, she guessed that the same must have been true for Paul as he dropped behind the fence after rolling his eyes. Yvette realized that things around here were definitely changing for the better. Yvette's Last Dance If you've been to a strip club-- oh, pardon me, Gentleman's Club-- in the last decade or two, you know what the girls look like these days. Long and lean, muscular and aerobicized. The day of the buxom burlesque queen, or even the natural-breasted cornfed honeys of the 1970s, is long past. If you like back, at best you might get the occasional black dancer with some booty, but the white girls all shop in the petite section. Don't get me wrong, I admire a gal like that as a sort of architectural construction. They're certainly young and sort of beautiful, and that's what strip clubs hire for. And I'm impressed to see one of them hoist her 108 pounds up onto the pole, flip upside-down, and slide down slowly, like an Olympic gymnast. But when they come by after their dances to invite me to go drop a wad on a private dance, well, I find a way to politely pass. I'm happy to watch girls built like that, but having them writhe up and down on me is like having a teenage boy do it, which is not something I have any intention of actually experiencing, ever. So the first time I saw Yvette-- that was her stage name, anyway-- at Primroses on Baxter Road near the airport, she stood out because, well, things on her stood out. She had rounded, floppy breasts, a curvy behind, real hips, soft arms and thighs-- in short, somehow she didn't fit the muscular profile, but she got hired anyway. And once she got on stage, it was easy to see why-- she had an immediate connection with the audience, knew how to keep them interested and act as if they were turning her on. Too many dancers seem to be off in their own private world (possibly drug-enhanced), but Yvette had the gift of making every man in the room feel like she was dancing just for him. Now, you know you have no business going back for a private dance in any club unless you're willing to see money vanish at a startling rate. So I ration such activities carefully, using them to make a serious contribution to the income of a dancer who's really put on a great show, and not just to pad the checking account of every girl who works me. But Yvette got me three times in a couple of months, not only because she did a great private dance, and didn't seem to mind my hand brushing against things I wasn't strictly supposed to touch, but because I liked having a soft, curvy woman like her rubbing all over me. It got a reaction that those lean, bony gals didn't quite achieve. So I was surprised one Friday night when she seemed distant and even angry on stage. Fight with her boyfriend? Red-light-camera ticket? Hard to say, but when she left the stage without even trying to hustle me for a dance-- me, a known sucker!-- I was curious. I saw that she stopped over by the bar to talk to another of the girls, so I took my $4.50 Bud Light and walked over by her, waiting politely until she saw me and said hi. Which she did, sullenly. "Not such a good night?" I said. "You could say that," she said. "Try, my last night." I was shocked. "You got fired?" "You don't have to announce it to the whole world," she said. "Oh hell, getting fired is nothing," I said. "If you don't get fired once in a while, you're not worth the trouble of firing. Is your boss an asshole?" "Damn right," she said. "Well, then, why give his opinion any validity by listening to it? What was his problem?" "Maybe we should go sit down," she said. We went over to one of the tables, a row or two back from the stage so the skinny dancer on stage wouldn't expect me to pay too much attention to her. "So what happened, did he harass you?" "He said I wasn't thin enough to be a dancer," she said. "I know I've put on a few pounds lately, but I'm always first or second in tips--" "Which means he has no frickin' clue what guys like me like," I said. I looked her over. Yeah, maybe she was a little broader in the behind lately, and her little tummy pooched out a little. But she was totally hot, and those soft curves were a big part of the reason why. "Honey, you're gorgeous, and the tips prove that I'm not the only guy who thinks so. So why the hell is he listening to his own dumbass opinion instead of the money you bring in? I was under the impression that strip club owners were at least somewhat interested in money," I added, and she laughed. "Okay, maybe it's not as bad as all that," she said. "But it just makes you feel so worthless. I know I'm hot--" "You are so hot. But you knew I thought that." "Yeah, I've felt something that made me think you think that," she said. "Listen," I said. "If this is going to be your last night here, I want to send you off with a ba-- er, in style. One last dance, and I promise you a very big tip. To tide you over till you land at a new place." "It's a deal," she said. * * * She led me back to the private area and I sat down on a soft couch, sinking backwards into its cushions. I looked up at the curved mirror which was mounted at the end of the room, and saw the bouncer watching us, bored. Then Yvette pushed my hands down onto the couch to give me the signal that no touching was allowed. The music started in the other room and she started moving in front of me. She unbuttoned the flimsy black top she was wearing and revealed her breasts-- of course, I had just seen them on stage a few minutes before. Yes, maybe they were a little bigger and droopier than they had been when she first started. We should all have such problems; they were gorgeously round and dangling, and soon she was pressing my face in between them, swaying gently back and forth so that her boobs caressed my face. She moved up, my nose rubbing against her soft, round little belly until she was standing over me on the arms of the couch, her panties in my face. She gyrated her crotch over me, pantomiming rubbing herself up and down my lips. She'd done this before, but this time she came closer and closer, until-- she pressed her pussy right against my face, I could feel the pelvic bone and the softness around it, separated from me by only the thinnest layer of silk. Nervous, I glanced up at the mirror, but realized that the bouncer couldn't see, from this angle, if she was six inches away or smashed into my face. She hopped down, giving me a look that suggested she was in a particularly mischievous mood. Now she sat down in my lap, right on my boner, and purred as she felt it. If her ass was a little bigger, it found no objection from me as its soft curves spread out in my lap. She arched her back like a cat, nuzzling my neck with her lips as her ass dug into my crotch, massaging my hardon like a pair of hands. Meanwhile, her hands reached for mine and placed them alongside her hips, inviting me to feel her ass. I rubbed and squeezed it gently as she rode my lap, it was a beautifully-shaped ass, round and smooth, any man would give his left nut to make love to such a gorgeously, indisputably female ass. She put her mouth against my ear. "Would you like me to earn a really big tip on my last night?" she asked. "How much," I said, a little concerned. "Whatever you think it was worth, sweetie," she said, and then stood up again. She got down on her knees and started rubbing her body up my lap; then down again, my boner tracing a line from her belly, between her breasts, and up to her chin. She moved up again to my face-- and this time she deftly reached for my fly and zipped it down, allowing my underwear-covered boner to pop out like a tentpole. Unless you were one of us, though, there was no way of seeing what she'd just done, and from the bouncer's perspective, it would have looked exactly the same as she rubbed my hardon against her belly, then between her breasts, and down to her chin-- where she planted a playful kiss on the end of my dick, or at least the cloth covering it. Then as she moved up, she stuffed it back in and zipped the fly over it-- not entirely comfortably for me. "Move over a little, would you hon?" she said. I scooted over to one side of the couch and she made herself a place next to me on the other side. Then she got up on her knees a little and started nuzzling my neck again. It seemed an odd position from which to do it-- and then I felt her hand take mine and slide it up her thighs until it was pressing against her pussy in the cloth. Again, she had calculated exactly how to block the bouncer's view via the mirror; it would just look as if my hand was down where it was supposed to be. As she moved her breasts up and down my face, she also rubbed herself against my hand, her breath getting heavier. I felt the panties grow warm and wet, and then I felt her reach quickly down and pull the crotch of her panties to one side. Again she acted as if nothing had happened, but now my hand was up against her velvety warm pussy, her actual soft juicy pussy, her juices flowing onto my hand as she humped it. I moved my index finger slightly and she moved down onto it, seeming to suck it inside her pussy, fucking my finger. A song ended, and the deejay made the usual bored, inane introduction ("Gentlemen, show your appreciation for Latisha...") She withdrew her pussy from my hand and stood up again, facing me. She brought her breasts to my face, and as she rubbed them against my face, I could see her keeping an eye on the mirror. After a moment another girl came into the room with a customer-- and in the flash of an instant, she had zipped my fly open again and fished my cock out of my underwear, leaving it fully exposed to the air. She whipped around and had her ass in my lap in no time, my cock pressed backward against my stomach. As she shimmied her ass up my lap, I felt her pull her panties to one side again-- and then she sat down on my cock, stuffing it inside her warm, wet pussy. I had to admire the contortions she could go through to fuck me without looking like she was doing it. Her ass was pressed against my crotch, so my cock entered her from behind, while her back was arched so that her stomach seemed to cover a clear view of what her crotch was up to. She moved rhythmically, languorously, seemingly to the music, and only she and I could tell that in those slow, sinuous movements, she was humping my cock, feeling its friction as it rubbed deep into her pussy and back out again. It only took a minute-- maybe she didn't want it to last too long-- and then I had to stifle a groan and sit rigidly still as I pumped my cum into her. When I was done she slid off me, flipping around to quickly prevent a view of my cock, and then she used her torso to block a view of her hand as she pushed my falling cock back into my underwear and pulled the zipper up. She sat down next to me, that mischievous smile still on her lips. "Thanks for making my last night so special," she said. "Uh, no, you made it special for me," I stammered stupidly. "You'd better go," she said. I reached into my wallet, pulled out a healthy stack of twenties, and gave them to her. "Thanks, sweetie," she said, and kissed me on the lips for the first time. I kissed back, and then the bouncer let out a stage cough and she stopped. I stood up and started to reach for my beer. "No, seriously, you need to go now," she said, suddenly very serious. I looked into her face and there was a different girl there now, more like the one when I'd first walked in, angry, yet also determined. And urging me to leave, now, before-- what? I didn't ask questions; I didn't press my luck. I waved Yvette goodbye, and within sixty more seconds, within three minutes of an amazing fuck, I was turning out of the parking lot and on my way home. * * * The next morning I logged onto the local newspaper's website. I have to admit, Yvette's last words, her sudden change of temperament had left me a little uneasy. How much did I know about her, really? How real is the persona a stripper presents to the customer? It wasn't impossible that her words of warning, and her unexpected fuck, had been the prelude to-- what? Arson? Murder? Suicide? Who knew who Yvette was, really? The top story was about a tornado in another part of the state. Nothing close by to confirm my fears-- and then I saw it. UNDERCOVER POLICEWOMAN ALLEGES PROSTITUTION AT LOCAL CLUB Next to the story there was an official photo of a dark-haired woman, identified as Officer Stacy Niehringer of the State Bureau of Investigation, awarded several citations for her past work. In this case, Officer Niehringer's undercover work as a dancer at Primroses on Baxter Road had led to the arrest of manager Robert L. Protheroe on charges of allowing his premises, specifically a private dance room, to be used for prostitution. I looked at the photo. The dully official photography and the stern look on the Officer Niehringer's face were a world away from the shadowy atmosphere of Primroses. But you could just imagine what she would look like, working undercover in that place. Yeah, I figured Yvette wasn't her real name. Yvette's Summer Adventure Our sex life has always been exciting with a youthful willingness to explore our sexual boundaries. If we did not try something, it was not because it was taboo but because it did not peak our interest. At the time of writing this, we celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary and this story is an event that happened a few years ago that I find quite arousing. Before I tell you about the event, it is important that you know who we are. My wife, Yvette, is much shorter than me but she has taken good care of herself. She has a very curvaceous figure with 36B breasts with a small nipple that get quite large when aroused, naturally curly brown hair and green eyes. Unlike her nipples Yvette’s pussy her clit gets quite large when aroused, her pussy lips are pink and her lips size are proportionate to her pussy. Her skin is light similar to people of Irish, English, or Nordic descent. If you were to look at Yvette your first guess would probably be mid-20 but the reality is she is 36. Myself, on the other hand, I am quite taller than Yvette is with darker hair, blue eyes, and my skin tone tends to be darker in complexion similar to Eastern European or Mediterranean in descent. I am almost 10 years Yvette’s senior. Where we differ beyond our physical features is, Yvette is more outgoing and enjoys some innocent flirting. Personally, her innocent flirting never gets me jealous and it is a bit of a turn-on. During her childhood, she grew up in conservative household where parents did not allow dating and it was not until after she left home for college did she began dating. During her college years, she started to experiment sexually a bit but after marrying me, she slowly left her adventurous lifestyle for a more traditional lifestyle. Nonetheless, every time I look at her, I am glad to be married to her and recall the summer where she briefly shed her traditional married life for something more adventurous. At the time of shedding her traditional married life, if you were to look at us as a couple, other than our height and age difference, we would look like your iconic American couple. However, like many couples, affording a mortgage was not possible so we chose to live in an apartment complex. The complex had several buildings that was well landscaped with a pedestrian path for walking the led to a nearby park, and an outdoor community area. It was located outside of the city that we work, which meant we had a long commute. However, its location and layout was perfect for helping us to unwind after work. Plus, living in an apartment complex gave Yvette the opportunity for going on walks and in the summer occasionally lying out in the sun getting that perfect bronze tan. The warm weather, that year, started earlier than usual, in mid-April, and gave Yvette an early start on her outdoor activities. On one of her walks, she met Jim, an older individual about 10 years older than Yvette and took an immediate interest in her. If my memory serves me correctly, Jim lives in a different building in a basement apartment. Jim is average height, with average build though he had some muscle definition especially in the upper-arms and chest and has short brown hair. Appearance wise he was a smoker whose face aged faster and usually has a days worth of beard growth. His clothes shows a bit of age and his jeans appear to be baggy on him giving him a bit more rough appearance. Normally this type of man could not get Yvette’s attention but there was something different about Jim. Her interest in going for walks grew and the time she spent taking them became longer. After noticing this, one day casually I asked her what was the reason and she began to tell me about Jim flirting with her. Probing a bit deeper I asker her would she like to fuck him and her response was an immediate no. She told me she enjoyed the attention, it made her horny and nothing would come from it. After saying that she grabbed my wrist pulling towards her and then sliding it down her pants so that it touched her pussy. Normally her pussy does get moist when aroused and it takes a bit of foreplay to get her really wet. This time it was so wet, when thinking about the experience, it reminds me of how wet she would get when should would talk about fucking other guys before she met me. She then smiled at me, blushing a bit, and said to me, “see.” At this point, using my knowledge from our years of marriage together I knew this was a situation where pushing the idea of her fucking Jim would kill any possibility, regardless of how remote the possibility was, of it happening. This meant for me, being supportive and encouraging it when possible while not appearing to be pushing the idea. Also, this meant knowing when to ask about the flirting and when asking became too much. For the next few weeks, I kept quiet and let her go about her daily walks. About three weeks went by with me not saying anything. It was just after the Memorial Day weekend that Yvette started regularly tanning outside in her size 10 pink bikini with spaghetti straps in the community area of the apartment. It really helped to accentuate her breasts and show off her figure. The sight of her in that bikini got me hard. One day, I was outside on our deck grilling steaks for supper, I could see Yvette in the distance lying down on her beach towel but unlike the previous year, this time Yvette was tanning near Jim’s basement apartment window with the tie undone. Seeing her lying like this and lying in a different area then she would normally intrigued me. Seeing her lying in this manner indicated to me this was a time to push the idea of her fucking Jim a bit further and when she came in, I mentioned what I had noticed. Oddly, my mentioning what I had observed did not surprise her, as I thought it would, and her reply was a bit unexpected. She tells me Jim was still flirting with her and the flirting has become a bit more sexual. Again, I asked her if she wants to fuck him and I was expecting that she was going to say her typical reply of, “I enjoy the attention but it is not going to happen.” Instead, this time she said it was tempting but did not think she could go through with it. During the next few weeks, our conversations revolved if she should go through with fucking Jim what would it mean for her. She went from telling me it was not going to happened to wanting to go to his apartment to fuck him but at the last moment deciding not to act on her impulses. As we were discussing it, the issue was not our marriage but the fact she felt deprived of not having more sex with different people before settling down. She said the flirting with Jim opened up an area that she thought was buried but the idea of having sex with him was an idea that kept her quite aroused. After a few weeks of talking about it and having a few incidents where she was preparing to go through with it only at the last moment changing her decision, she finally decides that will approach Jim about her idea. Once she decides she is going to try to fuck Jim, the idea of her fucking him starts getting me hard and all I can think about her enjoying being fucked by another person. So, we came up with a plan that she would start flirting with him but this time let the flirting go further. This time she would suggest that instead of flirting they would actually go through with what they said if Jim knows that she is married. It was not long after coming up with the plan she told me she spoken with him, told him she was married, her husband agreed to let him fucker if he choose it and it would have to be a one time thing. According to Yvette she said he did not have to think twice, agreed to it and told me the day when it would happen. I can remember it the night. Before leaving she spent, allot of time preparing for that night. Normally she does not shave her pussy but this time she did. Told me, laughingly, she would have to have him gagging on a hair and wanted him to be able to enjoy her without interruption. Plus she spent extra time to ensure her hair and make-up were done just right. That night she wore her black short skirt that sits about mid-thigh that shows everything when she leans forward, with no panties and her low cut white top without a bra underneath thereby showing her erect nipples under her shirt. That night I remember was a warm humid summer night where when the wind blew through our apartment it helped to cool it down and even today, I can remember the smell of impending rain on that night. Also, I can remember the distant sound of the car door closing, the sound of Yvette approaching the house after her night of wild sex and the door creaking as Yvette open it. When she finally came through the door I remember Yvette’s asking if I am up. Responding to that question, I tell her, “Where you actually expecting that I would be asleep while you were out fucking Jim?” Yvette’s tone in her reply tells me that she is joking when she said, “no.” The next thing I remember is her standing there. The light in the apartment accented her 36B breasts to the point where they appeared perkier than usual. To this day, I do not remember her breasts being perkier than normal that night. Finally, I remember the light showing a few love marks on her neck and her face flushed from embarrassment. I suspect her embarrassment was due to the fact I was still up hearing her get in and I believe she wanted to crawl into bed thereby me not seeing the marks on her neck nor smelling a musky fishy smell that I sometimes associate with sex. Since I was up, she decided she would tell me about what happen. After leaving our apartment, she rushed to his apartment and when she arrived there, he did not want to become a part of the gossip grapevine of the apartment complex. Therefore, he told her that decided to take her to a nearby hotel and arranged for a cab to pick them up. The hotel is one of those cheap hotels that you can get for $29.99 a night that comes with a bed that takes up most of the room, an old television that does not work well, carpet from the 60s, and a dried out doughnut for your Continental breakfast. The first hour they were both nervous, talked a bit while sitting on the edge of the bed and had a glass of wine. For a while, she contemplated forgetting the idea because she felt he was more talk than action but every time she began thinking about ending the evening, she thought about him fucking her made her horny, which was enough to keep her interested enough to see where things went. She decided to push him to the bed in order to control of the situation, undid his belt, pulling down his pants and underwear to reveal his erect cock. His, cock, she said was a bout 7” long, hard, hot to the touch, and already dripping with pre-cum. At that moment, she knew she wanted to feel that cock slide in her. However, with it that hard she knew he would not last so she sucked him, playing with his balls and stroking his anus until he came in her mouth. Now she had a taste of him and wanted more she said. In order to get hard again, she said, she decided to undress in front of him, climbed on top of him, and got into the 69 position with her pussy facing him. Once on top of him, he began to lick her clit and fingering her pussy. Also, she said, he could not stop telling her how sweet her juices taste. That statement got her horny and she leaned forward sucking his limp cock in order to get him hard. As she sucked him, she could feel his cock growing larger in her wet mouth. Once he was fully erect, according to her, she climbed down and lying down next to him. From there, he began caressing her breasts, his touch was lacking confidence until she guided his hand to show them how she liked them being touched and she also showed him how to get her nipples erect. Once he gained his confidence in how to please her, it really got her wet and she could feel herself getting even wetter with the moment. It was not long before the smell of sex was in the air since there was not much movement of air in the room and she craved him entering her. He slowly entered her, as she could hear a sloshing sound from being so wet, and as he entered her she was savoring every moment. It was not that his technique was good. Instead, it was doing some taboo that made the experience erotic for her. Once he got into his rhythm of fucking her she could feel him slide in and out, the feeling sent excitement throughout her body leading to a fully body orgasm. Shortly after her cumming he came in her and she went to clean up. After cleaning up she came back to bed lying next to him this time she wanted him to fuck her in the ass. He told her he never done it and was unsure. She said not to worry she would guide him through it but he needs to follow her instructions. Yvette orders him to eat her out until and play with her pussy until she cannot take it anymore. According Yvette he wilfully accepted those orders and masterfully paid attention to her pussy by licking her pussy while caressing her breast. It did not take long before her body submitted to his advance and knowing her body she knew it time for him do more. After she had enough of that she told him to finger her ass using one finger to stretch it out while finger her pussy. In order to help him she packed some lube in her purse, just in case and put it on his finger. At first it was a bit uncomfortable but she began enjoying it, soon she was stretched enough for two finger. Soon he was able to get two fingers in and she ordered him to lube her again, this time he was also to lube his hard cock. With his lube cock, she got into doggie position with her hips facing the edge of the bed and her face buried in a pillow. He got off the bed and on her instructions slowly entered her, stopping when she became too uncomfortable. It took a good five minutes to fully enter her and once he was in her he began to move slowly. With each complete thrust he moved a bit faster and faster until he finally explodes in her filling her ass. Soon he goes limp and pulls out. “After him fucking me in the ass”, she said, I was worn out and came home. “Let me get cleaned up and we can go to bed, and I want you to fuck me too as I am still horny.” It took her about 45 minutes since she took a bath and dried herself off. That night, I remember, she was not as submissive as she usually is in bed and that night she was different. This time she took more control in the bedroom by taking a hold of my cock, sucking it almost to the point of cumming and then stopping until I went softer then starting up. Since it was getting late it only lasted for a bout 30 minutes before she climbed on top of me and both of us, in a rare moment, coming together. She then climbed down off of me and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. Since that fateful summer our lives have returned to a typical married couple with only the memory that remains.