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The Awakening

By: Sandy2



I grew up on a farm where the nearest neighbor was a mile away. My dad was very religious and conservative in his thinking. He was a real control freak and wouldn't let me date until my senior year in high school. My best friend Jane, who lived in town, was on the volleyball team with me. In my junior year, we had a night game in a town fifty miles away from ours. Since I knew we'd get back in town late, I asked my dad if it was okay for me to go straight over to Jane's house and spend the night. After much cajoling, he relented.

Jane lived in a large house two blocks from the school. Her bedroom was on the second floor next to the stairs, and her parents slept in the room at the opposite end of the hallway. As we were getting ready for bed, we began talking about what it would be like to kiss a boy and letting him caress our breasts. Since neither of us had ever dated, the only thing we knew about it was what Jane's older sister use to tell us. We could only imagine. We finally went to bed after having a snack and chatting. Her parents were already asleep since they had to get up early the next morning. Jane had a double bed and we laid there in our T-shirts talking about boys. Before long, we were both very excited.

Jane was a little taller then me and had much bigger breasts. I was a little envious since I was a late bloomer. She gave me a strange smile and told me to close my eyes. I did so, not quite sure what to expect. Suddenly, her soft lips gently brushed mine in a slow kiss.

I started to open my eyes but she told me to keep them closed and pretend that she was Mark, a boy we both had a crush on at school.

I could feel my heart beating. Something was stirring inside me.

I nodded once, letting her know it was okay. The next thing I knew, we were French kissing and our tongues were touching. I could feel an excitement deep within me that I had never felt before. As our lips parted, we realized we were both flushed.

Jane looked at me straight in the eyes. "Now it's your turn to be Mark," she said.

Nervously, I put my hand on her breast and began to caress it tenderly. I cradled it, feeling her fullness under my fingertips. I sensed a shudder going through her and could tell she was really enjoying this. After a few moments she pulled her shirt up and gently put my hand back on her breast. I started teasing her nipple, and felt my heartbeat accelerate as it got harder and harder.

"Suck it," she whispered.

I leaned over and started playing with it with my tongue.

She reached over and pulled my shirt up over my head and then took hers off. We lay there nude on our sides and slowly put our arms around each other. As we hugged, our lips met once again and our hands began to roam. Her hand slid down across my butt and caressed my cheeks. Her fingers slowly moved closer and closer to my pussy. Before I knew it she was lightly stroking my outer lips and I felt my body shudder.

I had never had feelings like these before. My whole body was getting warmer. Jane knew how excited I was because suddenly I was gasping for breath and she had to pull back. She just looked at me and smiled. I didn't know what to do. I was embarrassed and a little scared.

Jane gently pushed me on my back and started sucking on my nipple. Soon she was gently biting it, and every time she did, a jolt shot through my whole body. With her hand, she slowly pushed my legs apart and her fingers started moving up and down on my pussy lips. She kept teasing until a finger began slipping inside. Just as she pressed it all the way in, she bit down on my nipple again. My whole body gave a jerk and I felt an explosion inside me.

I yelled, "OH GOD" so loud we were suddenly afraid her parents would wake up. I did not realize it then, but this was the first real orgasm of my life. I lay there shaking and she put a gentle hand over my mouth so I wouldn't make anymore noise.

As the climax subsided, Jane started giggling. As overwhelmed as I was, I couldn't help myself... and started laughing along with her.

After a few moments we calmed down. Jane was looking at me again, but this time her smile was less playful.

"Now it's your turn," she murmured.

I looked at her and whispered, "I don't know what to do."

She said, "It's easy," as she placed my hand down between her legs. "I'll guide you".

She opened her legs and I began gently rubbing the inside of her thighs. My fingers brushed against her pubic area and she whispered "Yesss."

Soon my finger was inside her going up and down as I rested my head on her stomach and let my finger sink deeper inside her.

She let out a low moan and put her hand on my head and started playing with my hair. "Use two fingers," she whispered. I slid another in and began working them around. She began pushing her hips against them and started gently moving my head down lower. My fingers were getting coated with her juices and I could smell her intoxicating scent. I was getting turned on again and instead of being repelled by the smell, I felt more and more drawn to it. My head went lower and lower until I was just inches away.

"Taste it," she whispered.

I looked up at her and said, "I... don't know." I wanted to taste it... yet part of me was holding back.

"Go ahead, just try it."   

I slid my fingers out, brought them up to my lips, stuck my tongue out and lightly licked them. The taste wasn't as strong as I thought it would be. It was very different than I had expected. I licked them again a little harder and then slipped them into my mouth. I looked up at Jane and she was smiling. I put my fingers up against her lips and she sucked them, running her tongue around them. I pulled them out of her mouth and slid them back inside her pussy, moving them around to coat as much juices as I could on them. Then, I put them back in her mouth and she sucked and licked them like it was her favorite ice cream.

I moved my head down between her legs and let my tongue slide up inside her. I started gently licking her up and down, each time going deeper and deeper. Soon my whole mouth was covered with her juices and she was thrusting her hips at me, while her soft moans urged me on... "Yes, yes, deeper, ooooh Sandy."

My heart was pounding and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I lifted my head up and came around and pressed my lips against hers. Our mouths opened, and our tongues met in a frenzy of licking and sucking. When we finally parted Jane told me to lie down on my back. She then turned around and straddled me putting her head down between my legs and her beautiful butt just inches from my face.

We both started licking each other. I followed her lead and whatever she did to me I did to her. I put my hands on her cheeks and opened her up as wide as possible thrusting my tongue in as deep as I could and then coming up and sucking on her clit. I could feel my orgasm building up deep inside me. My whole body felt like it was going to explode...

I erupted like a volcano. I was shaking as I pulled my head back gasping for air. Jane let out a sigh and relaxed, letting her body drop down on me. After a few minutes she climbed off and lay down beside me. We didn't say anything for a while. All I could taste and smell was Jane. I reached over and took her hand and gave it a light squeeze. She looked over and smiled.

I have never felt as close to anyone in my life as I did at that moment. 

Reader's comments are appreciated. Thank you for reading.

Sandy

The Awakening



This is a work of erotic fiction. Some of the events did happen, and still do...but it is wrapped in a fictional setting to make the story a little hotter. I leave it to you to decide which events did happened, which didn't and which are still continuing... 

Like many of my stories, this one starts slow, setting the scene – but my stories are worth the wait...or so people tell me...

Tammy was nervous. She was also very excited. She paced back and forth slowly before the entrance to the club on a chilly mid-December evening. Luke had told her to be there for 7:30. It was now 20 minutes past seven. She still had ten minutes to go. She didn't know if she could make it or not.

Jamie, her husband of 20 years, had just dropped her off and giving her a long kiss told her to 'Have fun!' She had watched the car drive off but knew that he wouldn't go far. Probably just to the nearest burger joint. He wouldn't go home until she called him and either asked him to come get her or told him not to wait up. After 20 years of living with someone you got to know them pretty well.

Tammy reflected on the state of her marriage. She had realized many years ago that Jamie was not the type of man she would have chosen for herself had fate not put its hand in the pot. She was 16 when he had taken her virginity, and gotten her pregnant. 

Both coming from conservative homes, their parents had convinced her to keep the child and both of them to marry each other. Once committed to each other, they had worked hard to make a go of it. This commitment had allowed them to weather four children, two girls and two boys, the financial ruin that their youngest son's Leukemia had wroth, and the death of both of their boys less than six months apart...their eldest in a car accident.

Two years after the death of their sons, they had decided to try to have children again. At 32 she had willingly entered into the attempt, only to learn after 18 months of trying and several miscarriages that while she was very fertile, Jamie's sperm count was so low and unhealthy that a successful pregnancy was unlikely. They had looked at other medical avenues of getting pregnant, but the cost put it out of their reach for the moment. Their age and family status meant that the Ontario Health Insurance Program wouldn't support them – priority given to younger and/or childless couples. 

At the time, their eldest daughter was just about to start university in Toronto and they were expecting their youngest to do the same two years later. They would not have the kind of money needed for anything but their two daughters schooling for some time.

So to prevent any more miscarriages, they had gone back to using condoms at her peak times - she was allergic to the most forms of the pill - and while their sex life was good it was missing something. Jamie discovered that missing thing...

This past September, once both of their daughters had left the house for university, Jamie had brought a new dimension to their lovemaking...fantasy sex with a stranger. It had started subtly, slowly. Before she knew it, Tammy was hooked on the fantasy. She looked forward to his descriptions of her lovers, what they would do with her, how they would do it. But it was still missing something.

************ Jamie had had a fantasy of watching his wife with another man for a long time but had never expressed it to her fearing her response. He had gone online and made some inquiries as to how best to broach the subject. He had corresponded with Luke, a man of the world, as he liked to call himself. Well, he certainly knew things that Jamie didn't! Before long, Jamie had confided many secrets to Luke, including the fact that he wanted another child, preferably a boy, but was unable to do so by himself. 

Luke had told him how to introduce this stranger fantasy to Tammy. He had explained the best way was to introduce it into their love play; gradually, gently, subtly, when Tammy would be most receptive to the thoughts. It had worked in just the way he had described! But despite Luke's coaching, Jamie wasn't very experienced at sex and couldn't go beyond a certain point.

However, Jamie was hooked and soon was working with Luke to move to the next phase...to bring his wife into the search for a man.

************ 

Tammy had realized that Jamie was unable to express himself more about sex because their sex life was so staid, so simple. Like her, he had never been with anyone else. Because of this, the fantasy characters couldn't grow, couldn't breath life...neither one of them knew anything beyond what they did together.

So Tammy, with Jamie's encouragement, had started looking on the Internet. She had not really been interested in Internet sex before. She knew there was a lot out there, but she hadn't realized how much was available. Nor how graphic it would be. Their lovemaking had always been gentle, simple. Now she had the chance to see men and women perform some pretty serious feats of sex! Some if it utterly disgusting! But even so she had been hooked from the start. Then she discovered rough sex...

She had watched clips of women giving themselves to men to be literally fucked hard and fast, with no mercy, no stopping until they both exploded in orgasms! Sometimes it had been with more than one man! She had watched as some of the women were forced to suck the man until he was ready again...something that Jamie was definitely unable to do, never having cum more than once a night! And lately, it was down to once a week or even once or twice a month! She was constantly horny from not being serviced!

Watching others on the Internet, Tammy had slowly come to the conclusion that she was submissive and that Jamie was too. That was why he wouldn't be able to satisfy her current needs. It just wasn't in him to do the things she craved. 

She wanted, needed a man...a real man. Someone who would take her for his pleasure, and give her more than she bargained for! Someone who would control her, dominate her. Jamie wasn't like that.

In fact, that is why she had chosen him to take her virginity. The boys around school when she was 16 were all jocks, tough macho types that walked around like proud peacocks, and told each other of their conquests - especially the older boys. She really didn't want to be on someone's scoreboard. She had chosen Jamie just because he was so different, so gentle, so shy. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. And he hadn't. Two years older than her, he was still a virgin. They had discovered sex together that night. But he had left her with more than they had bargained for.

***********

By this stage, Tammy had become enamoured to the fact that she would probably be taking a lover. While Jamie hadn't said so directly, he had hinted to her that he wouldn't mind if she did. She had gone online to see who and what was available. The reviews she had gotten back reminded her of those proud peacocks of 20 years ago. She was ready to turn it all off when HE had sent an e-mail.

His message was simple, and yet there was so much there to read between the lines. He had identified her as a bored housewife and had offered to help her find what she wanted, what she craved...this man truly understood her! The words hit her hard. They were so unexpectantly close to her situation. It was as if she had written the response to her own desires rather than to her add! She hadn't known that Jamie had helped in the preparation of that response.

Being the dutiful wife and knowing it would excite Jamie, she had told him of all of their conversations, and Jamie had relayed her comments back to Luke. Luke was a good conversationalist and was able to extract more and more information from Tammy about her likes and dislikes, her desires and fantasies. Armed with the additional information provided by Jamie, he was able to keep pushing her thoughts and desires into the directions that he had wanted them to go.

She corresponded with him for more than a month. Then late in November things changed.

**********

Jamie was working late. It was the year-end review and there would be many late nights before the Christmas break. Tammy was horny; she liked to have sex at this time of night. She had just taken a shower and was only wearing a silky blue robe and a towel wrapped around her head. She had opened the computer in the bedroom and he was online. He asked to cam with her. It wasn't the first time they had cammed but it was the first time with Jamie out of the house.

Tammy liked looking at Luke. He appeared to be in his early forties, fit and with a very confident air about him. He had such powerful blue eyes. At times, they seemed to bore right through you, almost as if they could peer into one's very soul. Tammy was often intimidated by those piercing looks. She turned shy almost every time that he had looked at her like that.

He had commented on her choice of dress and had shushed her when she tried to explain. He asked her to take the towel from her head and finish drying her hair. It had seemed such an innocent request that she had done it. For some reason doing as he requested had made her excited. She couldn't figure out why.

Then she caught site of the small image of herself in the lower corner of the computer. It showed her breasts bobbling about under her robe as she dried her hair! It caught her off guard and she had stopped to look at her image.

"No...don't stop." He had said. "I like how your body moves when you do that." 

Shyly at first, she started to dry her hair again. She got moving pretty good. So as not to embarrass herself, she covered her face with the towel so she wouldn't see her screen image moving. 

She slowly became aware that the movement had loosened her robe and that more of her breasts were showing than she had intended. She quickly dropped the towel and closed her robe up using both hands.

"No...that's not what you want is it?" He asked. "You want me to see don't you?"

Tammy found herself blushing. She really didn't want him to see. But the thought of it excited her terribly!

"Stand up." He told her. Tammy slowly stood, pushing the rolling chair aside. 

"Now undo the belt but hold your robe together." She did as she was asked. "Turn around until your back is towards me." Tammy slowly turned around, looking over her shoulder at the computer.

"Now slide the robe down until your back is exposed."

Tammy's heart leapt into her mouth. She licked her suddenly dry lips. She closed her eyes for a moment and wondered if she really wanted to do this? It crossed her mind that if he saw her body, he might want to do something with it! 

The thought sent a heated arc through her body to stab her right between her legs! It started in her head and ended on her clit! She suddenly found herself getting wet! Very wet! Her heart was racing, her breathing getting faster. She might not want to do this, she thought, but her body did!

Slowly, she opened her dressing robe and allowed it to slide off her shoulders. She looked back over her shoulder to see the image she left on the screen. She realized that not enough of her back was showing and lowered the robe some more. Soon it was resting on her hips, hanging off her elbows. Her back was totally exposed almost all the way down to the crack of her ass.

"Now, slowly turn to your right," he commanded. Tammy began to move gently to her right. She realized that soon he would be able to see her breasts! She wanted to bring her hands up so that she would hide them, but the thought of him seeing them turned her on even more!

When her right side was in profile to him he told her to stop.

Tammy wanted to bring her hands up and cover herself. Her heart was pounding now; her breathing was getting very shallow! Her nipples fully extended, showing him how excited she was! Squeezing her hand into fists she gripped the fabric, holding it at her hips, stopping herself from moving her hands.

Tammy wondered what Luke was thinking of her? Before him was a 36 year old woman who kept herself in good shape. Her breasts, at least the one he could see, were firm and high with long, thick nipples. Her head was bowed...she was looking at the floor in front of her. Her breaths were coming fast and shallow. She wondered if he could see her skin flushing...she was getting very excited! She wondered how far he would push this tonight?

"Now turn the other way." He told her. She jumped at the sound of his voice, her hands coming up automatically to her chest. She pushed them back down and took a deep breath. Slowly she turned until her left profile was displayed for him. He told her to stop once more.

A soft murmur issued from the computer..."You are beautiful." He said. "Your body is exciting me!"

Tammy couldn't believe what she was hearing...here was a man she had never even met telling her that her near naked body was doing things for him! She found herself wanting to excite him! Wanting to see him aroused and ready! Wanting to do 'things' for him!

"Turn your back to me," he told her. She slowly pivoted to face her bed. "Now, let your robe go...let it fall to the floor."

Tammy took in a deep breath. "Did she really want to do this?" she wondered. "Did she want to be naked in front of this stranger? Even if only on camera?"

She could hear her heart beat, feel the throbbing pulse in her chest. The pulses raced through her body, surging into her pussy! Warmth spread from her crotch throughout her belly and into the rest of her body. She wanted this! She would do this! 

She lowered her arms and opened her fists. She felt the silky material slip through her fingers. Almost her fingers tried to grab at the material, but she schooled herself not to move, to let it fall. It pooled in a soft blue puddle at her feet. Lowering her head she squeezed her eyes shut, biting on her lower lip.

Tammy felt herself blushing again. The flush rising from her breasts through her neck to her face. She wondered if he could see it on her back as well? She waited patiently for her next instructions, sure that he would ask her to turn around.

"Spread your legs," he commanded. Tammy stepped wide. She was getting warm. Sweat was starting to form on her breasts, her forehead, her upper lip.

"Lean forward," he commanded, "and place your elbows on the bed." Tammy hadn't expected this! She knew if she complied, that he would be able to see everything! Not just her naked body, but her naked cunt as well! She didn't know what to do, whether to lean forward or to stop this here and now...but again her body spoke for her. She felt something hot and liquid-like sliding along her inner leg. She realized that she wasn't just dripping wet, she was flowing wet!!

Tammy lowered her body until her elbows touched the bed. They had the best camera on this computer...so she knew he could see how wet her inner thighs were now, and probably her labia as well! Biting her lower lip, she spread her elbows and brought her shoulders down onto the bed as well.

"I wish I was there," he murmured. "I could touch you then, feel that perfect ass of yours. Feel how wet you are!"

Tammy was so excited by his words that her body was shaking! She knew that if he had been there and just touched her with a finger she would have exploded!

"Pretend I'm there," he asked almost as if he could read her mind! "Move your hands over your hips, your ass. Touch yourself as you would like me to touch you!"

Tammy groaned into the bedspread. She brought her hands up and over her hips. She slowly slid them down the outside of her ass, the tips of her fingers touching her inner thighs. She moaned when she felt the wetness that was there.

Her fingers slowly moved inwards, tickling the crinkly forest of her pubic hair. Gently touching her outer labia. 

"Spread yourself open for me," he commanded.

Tammy moved her legs wider, brought her fingers inwards until her nails brushed over her inner labia. She caressed them gently until they fluttered open, and then slid one of her fingers through the wet slit. This time it was Luke that groaned!

"That is so erotic to watch," he told her. Without prompting, she spread her labia further and began to rub her fingers around inside the pink opening. She began to whimper as her fingers played with her lips. Luke let her continue for a few moments longer.

"Stop!" he commanded forcefully. "Stand-up! Turn around!"

The tone of his voice broke through Tammy's thoughts. Without hesitation she complied with his wishes, only then realizing that she was shamelessly exposing her nakedness to his gaze.

A car's horn brought her back from her memories. She glanced down at her watch. It was almost 7:30. She didn't even have to think whether or not she wanted to go in. She was ready...She wondered where Luke was.

***********

Knowing the propensity for first time meetings to go early, Luke had arrived 20 min ahead of time. Inside the bar he met up with Krista, his favourite waitress. He spoke with her for a few minutes and for a tip, convinced her to open a booth in a closed section for some privacy.

Luke liked the leather booths for meetings. They were U shaped and deep enough for a dozen people. They had high banks that came up well over his head when he was seated. The lighting, which could be dimmed, was at the front of the booth ensuring a well of darkness at the rear of it. A pair could move from being open to very private in a few moments simply by sliding deeper into the booth.

Remembering Tammy's favourite drink, Luke had ordered for both of them and asked Krista to deliver them around 7:30. He also asked her to be on the lookout for Tammy.

***********

Tammy walked to the pulse of the music down a long hallway that led to a large open room. The music became much louder as she entered the cavernous space. Immediately in front of her there were several people seated around small square tables. It was early on a Monday night; so many of the tables would not be used tonight.

On her right there was a large bar with plenty of seating. Only a few of the stools had customers in them. To her left was a large dance floor. The chairs and tables surrounded the dance floor on two sides. On the far side from her was the DJ's booth. Behind the dance floor on her left were several rows of what appeared to be booths in pairs facing each other down three aisles.

She looked around but didn't see Luke.

A waitress was walking by with some drinks on a tray.

"Excuse me," she called, "but do you know someone named Luke?"

"Are you Tammy?" She asked. When Tammy nodded the waitress invited her to follow.

She guided her to a row of booths that were closed off. She opened the chain and let her through and led her to the far end of the row. The music was muted here. As she approached the last pair of booths, someone stood up. She recognized him immediately.

Butterflies were suddenly dancing in her stomach, threatening to shoot out of her mouth! Her heart sped up. Her breathing became faster. Here he was in the flesh!

She watched him look at her, exploring her body with his eyes taking in every curve and, she was sure, every flaw. Those piercing eyes finally looked into hers. And then he smiled at her...

Tammy suddenly felt light-headed. She had run through a dozen scenarios in her mind of how this would go, but that smile wasn't in any of them. His smile told her that it would be all right now, that even if things didn't progress tonight he was interested in her! A thrill raced through her body as she realized how much she wanted his interest!

**********

Luke had watched them approach him. He noted the smooth way that Tammy walked, her loose skirt flouncing around her knees. Jamie had told him that she attended aerobics classes three times a week, and it showed. She moved with the easy grace that only the truly fit had.




The Awakening



She was a tall woman, made even taller by the heels of her stylish ankle-height boots. He guessed she would be about 5'7" without heels, maybe 130 lbs. Though large, her breasts didn't sway much. Tight bra he thought.

He stood up and she stopped. His eyes traveled down her body, taking in the open cream-coloured quilted jacket, the white blouse, knee length loose skirt, the stylish stiletto-heeled boots.

His gazed moved up to see the flare of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He recalled how those breasts looked naked. His eyes came to rest on hers. 

She looked like a deer caught in a car's headlights! Peeking out from under the long bangs of her dark hair, she was so deliciously timid! Like a deer, she seemed to be on the verge of bolting! He realized that any movement by him, any sound he made could cause her to run. 

Her eyes were fixed hard on his, her body taught as a bowstring. The situation was so bizarre it brought a smile to his lips. He let the smile bloom. 

It was like the bowstring had been cut. Her whole body sagged with relief. She let out the breath that she had been holding and took another long shuddering one. A blush formed on her neck, moving to her face. She suddenly broke what limited eye contact she had with him and looked down at the floor her face hidden by her long, dark hair.

He stepped forward, reaching out to take her chin in his hand and lifted her face up to look at him. He kissed her Québec style, one kiss on each cheek, then a long, lingering, very gentle kiss on the lips, barely brushing her lips with his. 

Her eyes flew open for a moment and then started to flutter. She tried to push harder against him, but he held the kiss to a feathery lightness. He broke the kiss and felt her body sagged against his. 

"Welcome" he said embracing her gently.

**********

The word rumbled in deep bass through Tammy's body. Tammy leaned her body against the man who would be her lover. She realized that though she hadn't been sure of this as she entered the bar, she had committed herself to that fact now.

She snuggled deeper into his embrace. This close to him, the scent of his cologne was strong. It was a pleasant scent, not overpowering. She recognized the cologne as an expensive brand. He brought his own masculine smell to it, subtly changing the scent. She found that she liked the way it smelled on him. 

He was taller than her, even in her high-heeled boots. She liked that. She also liked the feel of his leather jacket. Its smooth softness was pleasant on her cheek. The overlarge zipper roughly scratching her skin. His legs were encased in tight leather pants, the smell of the leather added to his overall scent. A dark, silky feeling t-shirt and heavy boots finished the ensemble. 

Her body was reacting to the touch of his. She realized he was very fit! His hard muscles were well defined. But he wasn't overpoweringly muscled like many of the men at the gym she attended. These muscles were from hard use. 

"I wonder what he does for a living?" she thought. 

Luke directed her to the booth opposite where he had been sitting. He doffed his jacket, exposing his muscular torso and large arms to her. She drank in the sight of him, aroused in spite of herself. He resumed his place opposite Tammy as the waitress collected her fee and left. 

He reached over and took her hand kissing it gently.

"Nervous" he asked? She was.

"You have a right to be," he said, "this is your first time meeting a man since you married isn't it?"

Tammy felt herself blushing. His eyes bore into hers again. She turned her eyes down finding it impossible to look at him for any length of time. He reached out and captured her chin, turning her face towards his.

"There is nothing for you to be afraid of tonight. You are a beautiful and desirable woman. Many a man would want to be with you." 

Tammy blushed and once again tried to turn away but he held her gaze in his hand.

"I would just be satisfied with one man tonight," she whispered.

"Meaning me." It wasn't a question.

A small nod of her head was her only response.

"Is there one thing," he continued "One word to describe what you want from me this night?" he asked.

With her chin locked in his grip her green-tinted hazel eyes were forced to look into those deep pools of blue. In the subdued darkness they were vaguely menacing, but there was a twinkle in them, a spark of something that took the fear from her. She thought about the times she had exposed herself to him online, followed his direction in pleasing herself and him. She knew what she wanted.

"Adventure" she whispered.

"Adventure," he repeated. "Yes I can see why. From your description your love life is very simple. But adventure can take many forms. It can be as simple as being bedded by someone new, or a great deal more."

Releasing her chin he let her think about his words as he sipped his drink. Tammy followed suite. It was a Rum and Coke – her favourite - and strong, probably a double. 

"Good," she thought, "I will need that". She drank about ¼ of her drink when he reached out and pushed her hand down lowering the glass.

"We have a long night ahead of us," he stated simply. "It would not do for you to be drunk and unable to enjoy the experience." She blushed again. Dam this man could make her feel so desirable one moment and so shy the next!

"When you are alone at home and horny, what is the one special fantasy that always gets you off? What day dream is always guaranteed to make you cum?" he asked.

"I have several fantasies that help me," she replied.

"Which one applies best to this situation?" he asked.

"Being taken by a stranger," she replied shyly.

"How do you mean 'taken', as in rape?" 

"No not rape. He uses me for his pleasure." 

Once again she ducked her head in embarrassment and yet again he captured her chin and tilted her face up to his demanding gaze.

"How do you mean uses you? Does he make you do things in your fantasy?"

"Not at first," she replied hesitantly. "But the fantasy...has...evolved some..."

"So at first he just ripped your cloths off, threw you on the bed and fucked you...and now?"

Tammy didn't know what to say. She hadn't told him of her fantasies before. She didn't know if she wanted him to do the things she fantasized about. But her excitement was mounting. What could she loose? What could she gain? 

"Now he makes me do things..." she whispered.

"What kind of things?" he asked her quietly, insistently.

"He makes me lick him...you know". The last was offered meekly, as if she was begging him not to ask more.

"He makes you suck his cock?" He asked, not giving her any leeway.

"No not suck it, lick it..."

"Ah," he breathed, the light of recognition glinting in his eyes. "He makes you lick him clean afterwards doesn't he." Again it wasn't a question.

Her embarrassed blush was all the answer he needed.

"Do you give good head?" he asked.

"No not really" she admitted.

"Oh? Why not?"

"My husband doesn't like it." She replied. 

"He doesn't like it?" he responded somewhat surprised.

"He's too sensitive..."

"I see, a hair trigger. And he can only cum once a night so loosing it too soon means you get no satisfaction."

She nodded her head.

"What else does your fantasy lover make you do?"

"He makes me do different positions." She replied.

"Different positions? What kind of positions?"

"You know, not just on my back, but, you know, like, on my hands and knees..."

"So he fucks you from behind?"

"Yes."

"And he fucks you sitting down?"

"Yes."

"And he fucks you standing up?"

"Yes."

"What else does he do?"

"He does my tits..."

"How do you mean he does them? Does he suck them?"

"Yes...I mean no...you know..."

"He fucks your tits?"

"Yes."

"Can't say I blame him. I remember you breasts. I would love to feel their warmth against my hard cock."

Tammy blushed furiously. She was squirming in her seat, her pussy on fire. 

"God! I must be leaving a huge wet spot on my dress!" she thought!

"What does he do then?" he asked.

"He cums on me." She replied.

"On you? On you where?"

"On my face, on my breasts, on my stomach, on my back, on my..." she ground shyly to a stop.

"On your ass?" he prodded.

"Yes."

"Not in it?" 

Tammy sucked in her breath in a loud gasp. Her head was spinning. She had never let herself think about being used like that. But she knew that it would become a regular part of her fantasy from now on!

Luke could see the thoughts forming in her head. He knew that he had just set a new pattern for her and wondered how far it would go? It was now time to start another pattern...

"You said that he used you. How did he do that? Did he tie you up?" He asked.

"No he didn't tie me up. He didn't need to." She replied.

"Did he hold you down?"

"No."

"What did he do?"

"He just made me do it." She said quietly.

"And how did he do that? Did he force you?"

"No. No not really." She said.

"So he told you to do something and you did it?"

"Yes." She nodded in agreement.

"Why would you do that? Why would you give in to his demands?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"It excites me to do that." She replied.

"It excites you to give in to his demands? Or it excites you to please him?"

"A little of both...I guess more to please him and myself."

"So you like the thought of giving in to other people, letting them control you?" he prompted.

"Yes."

"What would you do for the right person?" he asked.

"Almost anything." She replied.

She is ready, he thought.

**************

Luke took the drinks and moved them to the back of the booth. He slid down into the back of the U away from the small light at the front and beckoned to her. Tammy looked back over her shoulder to see if any would notice. No one was even aware of them. She slid down the bench toward him, turning around the U to bring her leg up against his.

"Is there anything that you would not do for me if I asked it of you?" he asked.

She thought for a long moment.

"No, nothing. Whatever you asked I would do." She replied truthfully.

"Be careful how you answer to that. I could ask you to do some pretty nasty things..."

He could see the flush creeping up her neckline again, moving to spread over her face. She thought she knew what he meant...she didn't really...but she would soon find out.

"You would be willing to give yourself to me as you would to the man in your fantasy?" he demanded.

"Yes I would be willing." She said with conviction.

"What kind of woman gives herself to a man for his pleasure without even asking him what he might do to her?" he asked.

Tammy wasn't sure how to answer that one. She did really...but wasn't sure if she wanted to admit what she wanted, what she hoped he could do for her. Luke had worked hard with Jamie to plant the seeds in her mind. He was sure she knew the answer, but wasn't as sure that she would give it.

Luke and Jamie had talked about submission. They had had long discussions on the subject of giving oneself over to another, of following another person's leads and desires. He knew that Jamie had brought these thoughts to his wife, knew that they had spoken of different things together. What Tammy couldn't or wouldn't tell him, Jamie did. Tammy had almost no secrets from him! 

"How far will she go down this path tonight?" he wondered.

Tammy took another long sip of her drink. She looked over toward Luke wondering how much he would be able to deduce from her actions. He seemed to be able to read her very well! She had no idea of Jamie's help in that regard. She finally made up her mind.

"A slave" She whispered.

"A slave?" he asked. "Or my slave?"

"Your slave?" she asked, a little surprised. He let the question go for now.

"Do you know what it means to be a slave?"

"It means to submit willingly". She said.

"No. That is not a slave. That is a submissive." He stated. "Do you understand the difference between a submissive and a slave?" he asked.

"No."

"Both submit to others, and in fact you cannot be a slave as we look at it without being submissive. Both give of themselves to others, in fact need to feel controlled; but a submissive is in it for her own sense of pleasure. If, therefore, she doesn't like what is happening, she won't do it." He took another sip and let her think on that.

"A slave, on the other hand, is not in it for her pleasure...well not precisely. A slave gives of herself for another's pleasure. Whatever they want, whatever they desire she will do. In this she derives her own pleasure. And because she is pleasing another, there is virtually nothing she will not do."

Tammy took another sip of her drink. Her hands were shaking, making the ice tinkle in the glass. Once more he reached out to take her chin in his hand, to turn her face towards his...

"Are you then a submissive or a slave?" He asked, his deep blue eyes piercing into her soul.

She opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. She squeezed her eyes shut. She was so excited, so aroused that she could barely think straight! She licked her lips before answering...

"A slave," she whispered.

"Whose slave?" he asked. 

"Your slave" she whispered.

"Are you ready to give yourself to me; body, mind and soul, to be used by me for my pleasure sexually or otherwise?" He asked her.

She nodded her head.

"I don't understand," he said lifting her chin again.

"Yes, I'm willing to give myself to you." She replied, closing her eyes.

"You know that we will have to test that." 

Her eyes snapped open to look deep into his. They told her that his statement was true, that he would indeed test her.

"Do you think you are ready to be put to the test?" he asked. 

"I'm not sure...but...I'll try."

"An honest answer." As he spoke he moved his fingers over her face, sliding them up the length of her chin to her neck and gliding down it to her shoulder. He moved forward to kiss her. She leaned into the kiss.

This time the kiss was passionate, hungry and possessive. He slid his free arm around her back and pulled her deeper into the kiss. The hand on her neck slipped down to her right breast, fondling it through her clothes.

His tongue caressed her lips and she opened them to receive it into her mouth. His tongue delved deep, exploring her lips, tracing over her teeth, dancing with her tongue. She moaned heavily into his mouth. She could feel her heart beginning to race, her breathing getting faster. She couldn't breathe fast enough through her nose. She needed to breath through her mouth but couldn't. Jamie had never kissed her like this! It was almost to the point where the kiss was becoming unbearable for her when he abruptly ended it.

Tammy grabbed her drink and took a long sip, desperately trying to recapture her breath.

"A slave" he told her, "has no sense of shame, nor sense of morals except for those that her master places on her. A slave has no right to wear clothes and in the proper setting will usually be naked."

Tammy shivered at his words, understanding that he would expect her to be naked!

"When standing, kneeling, sitting or laying down, a slave will always pose so as best to display her 'assets' for her master and his guests." He let her think on his words for a moment before continuing. 

"A slave will not be permitted to cover herself with her hands, nor with any object, nor with any item of clothing except that which her master tells her to wear or gives her to wear.

"Do you understand and accept these conditions?" Luke asked.

"Yes". She replied.

"What are you wearing beneath your cloths?" he asked.

"A bra and panties," was her reply. 

"Take them off," he commanded.

Tammy began to move, but he grabbed her and held her there.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To the bathroom to do as you asked," she said.

"I didn't tell you to go anywhere," he said with a smile, "I told you to take them off!"

Tammy's heart was suddenly racing again. In just one moment she had gone from being sexually aroused and ready for anything to being frightened out of her wits! 

"Was he expecting her to do that here? In the open?" she wondered. 

She looked around but all she saw was the high leather banks of the bench and the opening of the empty booth opposite. The light at the front of both booths made it impossible to see into the back of the other. She realized that she was in a very secluded spot and that they probably could get away with almost anything...perhaps even sex! Her cunt spasmed at the thought of performing sex here in the bar! She didn't know, couldn't know if she would be able to do that. Her test might end there if he asked that of her. But, she realized, she first had to get to the point he might ask her!

Her look of surprised almost caused Luke to bark out a laugh. He held it back with difficulty, knowing that if he did so now she would leave. A smile played the corners of his lips.

"Consider it a part of your test." He told her.

Tammy's mind was racing. "Did I really want to do this?" She thought. 

She knew she could take her panties off easily enough but, because of her long sleeves, to remove her bra would mean taking off her shirt! She had always done what her fantasy lover had asked but she and her fantasy lover had always been somewhere safe and private. This was a very public bar!

She didn't know what to do and Luke wasn't pushing her. He let her sit there and make up her own mind. She knew that if she walked away he would let her, but would probably never contact her again! 

"Do I want that? Will I be able to go back to the web and look again if I leave?" She knew the answer to that...if she failed here she would go back to her husband and their regular sex life. Their safe, boring, vanilla sex life... 

She could feel the hard muscles of the man beside her. Smell the aroma of his intoxicating cologne. She remembered the intensity of that hard, passionate kiss. In all her life she had never been kissed like that before! She suddenly realized that her pussy was not only still wet but also still oozing more of her juices!

Tammy slid forward and lifted her skirt up and over her hips. She reached up and slid her panties down her legs. She delicately stepped out of them and handed them to the man beside her.

She looked at them as they rested in his hand. 

"White, no-nonsense plain cotton panties...dam." She wished now she had a pair of frilly lace panties to give him, it would have set a much better mood!

Luke took the panties and lifted them to his face. He breathed deeply of the scent. Tammy's heart fluttered as she realized that he would be able to smell how aroused she was!

He looked at her and smiled. With deliberate motions, he placed the panties on the table between them.

"Now the bra." He commanded.

"I don't know how to do that." She said, her head hanging down. "I would have to take my shirt off to remove it."

"And?" he asked. 

The question was plain and simple. It left no ambiguity of thought behind. She knew that he did not see this as a problem. It was a test. Her test.

Tammy unbuttoned the cuffs of her shirt. She slowly pulled it from her skirt and began to undo it from the bottom up. When she had opened the last button she looked at Luke. He nodded his head to encourage her.

She slid the shirt from her shoulders and down her arms. She reached around to the undo the clasp to her bra. Slowly she slipped her arms out of the shoulder straps. Head bent, she held her bra against her breasts, keeping them covered for that little bit longer.

He held out his hand and she reluctantly placed the bra into it, quickly covering her naked breast with her arms.




The Awakening



"Remember what I have said and what you have agreed to. Put your arms down by your side." He commanded softly, a hint of hardness to his voice.

Head still bent, shoulders bowed, she slowly uncrossed her arms and placed them on either side of her legs. For the first time ever, she was exposing her body to a man, other than her husband, a man who could reach out and touch her at his whim... 

"Lift your head and shoulders," he gently scolded. "You have an amazing body. A body that you should be proud to display. I've always enjoyed looking at you on-line and am immensely aroused by your presence here."

Tammy blushed brightly with mixed feelings of pride and shame at the compliment. 

Luke's hand reached out and slowly stroked her face. 

"A slave is always subject to her master's touch," he told her. As he spoke he slowly trailed his hand along her chin. "Whenever, wherever, however I wish to touch you I shall. As openly innocent as I wish," he said, his hand trailing along her collarbone, "or as openly sexual as I want," and as he spoke his hand dipped to tweak the nipple on her left breast eliciting a startled gasp from her!

"Do you give your body to my touch, my caress, whenever I wish to touch you, wherever we may be at that time, in whatever manner I so choose to touch?"

Tammy had closed her eyes once more. She felt his fingers touching, caressing and manipulating her breast. She liked the way he touched her. The way he played with her body, and her mind.

"Yes".

"A slave is subject to her master's lust. I shall open the book of your body and read the pages within, choosing those that give me the greatest pleasure." 

Luke reached out and took a sip of his drink, letting his words rebound in Tammy's head.

"Do you give yourself to me freely and unconditionally to be used for my pleasure in any manner that I so choose?" he asked her.

"This is it!" She thought. "The moment of truth! I could just say no and all of this will end. Or I can place some limits on it, something that would be easier for me to accept. Or I could submit to his demands...give myself up to his use." 

She remembered her dreams. Of being used and abused by a faceless man. How much better to have a face to place to that fantasy? How much better to have the fantasy become reality?

Luke's hand came back to her breasts. She felt the coldness of the iced drinks on it, felt as his movements quickly warmed it and her! She knew she wanted this, but was almost afraid to say so. She knew that he would have her consent. He could take her and she wouldn't complain...wasn't sure if that was indeed what she wanted, needed. But she knew that he wanted her for more than one night and that taking her like that would mean leaving her afterwards. 

She made up her mind...

"I do," she said with conviction.

She saw Luke begin to lean into her. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, but his mouth did not lite on hers. Instead it fell on her naked left breast.

Tammy gasped at the heated touch on her nipple. A strong feeling of intense pleasure coursed through her body, ending in a burst of warmth between her legs. She moaned loudly as he suckled strongly on her tit. 

Luke gently released her breast and licked his way up to her ear. 

"Shhhhh..." he whispered. "Someone might hear!"

Abruptly reminded of her circumstances, Tammy bit her lower lip as Luke lowered his head and took her left breast back into his mouth. Another wave of pleasure rolled through her body! 

Her eyes closed, she felt his hand resting on her lap. He moved it downward until he found the bottom of her skirt. His warm hand was now caressing her naked flesh. Slowly, he inched his way back up toward her crotch. Unthinkingly, Tammy opened her legs to allow his hand to freely touch her!

Luke's hand fell gently on the springy patch of pubic hair. His fingers traced through the dense forest covering her open thighs, split the hot, wet folds of her vagina and easily slid up into her! Tammy tried desperately to hold back another loud groan. She failed as a second finger sliced through the opening of her pussy!

With a "Come Hither" type motion, Luke began to caress the upper part of her vagina. Tammy had never felt anything like it before! Her hips began bucking upwards, unconsciously mirroring the movement of his fingers, seeking out the most intense contact possible! From somewhere in the back of her mind she realized he was stimulating her "G" spot. The thought was soon lost to the waves of pleasures she was experiencing.

Luke was sucking hard on her nipples. Each time he sucked one, pulling it deeper into his mouth, an arc of pleasure pulsed through her body. It seemed like she had a direct connection between her nipples and her clit!

The feelings intensified when Luke started scrapping her nipples with his teeth, and when he began to softly bite them...

She couldn't believe how strong those feelings were! Or how fast the waves of pleasure were crashing within her! The tension in Tammy's body began to build, moving quickly to a peak. The rolling waves spread their heat throughout her body, each successive ripple more powerful than the last. She bucked up hard against his hand, her movements unconsciously begging for her release. He bit her nipple hard. Luke felt the tightness suddenly build and moved his mouth from her breast to her mouth just in time! 

Tammy arched her back and squeezed her legs together around his hand! The salty-sweet dew of perspiration broke out all over her heated flesh! She moaned and then screamed into his mouth as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced exploded in her crotch and rushed to her head! 

She grabbed him with both of her hands, pressing herself tightly to him as the spasms traveled through her body. Her mind had shut down completely, leaving nothing behind but the intense feelings she was experiencing. Even though her eyes were closed, she could see powerful blasts of colour behind her lids.

Luke could feel her cunt pulsing around his fingers. The pulses were so strong they were almost crushing them! He wondered what it would be like to feel those pulses around his hard cock?

Tammy's rigid body was flexing in time to the pulses roaring through her pussy. Each successive ripple made her squeeze that much harder until her body was stiff as a board. 

As suddenly as it hit her, the orgasm stopped and she collapsed onto the hard leather bench!

Luke followed her down and gently held her as she slowly came down from her orgasm. He could feel the tremors in her body gently slowing until, after several long minutes, she finally opened her eyes and she smiled up at him.

Tammy looked up into the deep blue of his eyes. She smiled languidly at him as the fading twitches of her orgasm slowly passed. She couldn't believe what she had just allowed to happen to her. More importantly, she couldn't believe how intense and pleasurable it had been!

With a noisy sucking squelch Luke pulled his soaked fingers from the junction of her legs eliciting a groan at the loss within her. He slowly brought one of his fingers to his lips and sucked it noisily into his mouth. Tammy's body thrilled at the thought of him tasting her! 

"I wonder what it would feel like to have him taste me directly? To have his tongue swiping at my pussy?" The thought sent a shiver of pleasure through her body. The heat was beginning to build once more.

Luke felt the new tremor pass through her and correctly assumed the reason for it. He reached down and gently kissed her, giving her a taste of herself! She moaned softly into his mouth.

He broke the kiss and gently used his still wet finger to coat her lips. Her tongue came out to lick at the coating off her lips, then to capture his finger. She sucked it into her mouth and with eyes closed, licked his finger clean, murmuring gently all along.

She felt his breath on her ear..."Do you like the taste?" He asked. A soft groan escaped her. Luke took that for a yes.

"Would you like to lick my cock clean after I have used you?" he asked. Tammy shivered at the thought.

Luke turned her on the bench, lifting her inside leg up and over his shoulder. He lifted his t-shirt up and off. He leaned down and covered her with his body. Once more his mouth sought out hers. Her arms and legs circled his body, accepting the weight of him on her. She could feel the heat of his skin touching hers. Could feel his hips grinding against hers.

The kiss grew more passionate the longer he ground his hips against her. She could feel the pleasant ache of his cock pressing against her pubic mound, touching her clit every now and then! Her mind exploded with lust. She wanted to feel his naked cock against her body! She wanted to feel it sliding into her cunt! She needed to be fucked so badly!

Luke felt her shifting body respond to him. Felt the heat building inside her. He knew that if he asked, she would let him take her now. But now was not the time, and this was not the place...

Luke slid down her body until he was sucking on her breasts. He swiped his tongue gently around the curves of each. Licking, sucking, nibbling, biting, he played gently with her tits for several long minutes. He noted how sensitive she was. Any touch of his tongue or lips on her breasts and especially her nipples brought an instant response from her body. He took pleasure in roaming over her breasts, sliding his tongue along the underside of them, nibbling on her flesh, rolling her nipples in his mouth. At one point he sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as he could until the nipple tickled the back of his throat.

Tammy loved to have her breasts touched. Jamie couldn't provide her the stimulation she needed. He was so hair triggered that he would burst into orgasm from the most mundane of touches so any stimulation to her breasts had to be provided by her. It was such a pleasure to have a man who could spend time playing with her. Getting her hot. Getting her ready. God! She was enjoying this so!!

Luke shifted again and she felt the naked flesh of his stomach contact her inner thighs! She let out a deep groan. His tongue moved down and licked around her navel, penetrating it deeply, his lips and teeth trying to capture the flesh there. 

"OH! That's new!" She thought.

After several minutes he moved down further...his lips touched her raised knees. Again his fantastic mouth moved around her body. Moving from side to side, he kissed, licked nibbled and bit his way slowly up her legs. Her mind exploded when she realized that his face was moving towards her sex!

She felt his hot breath on her crotch! She felt his thumbs pressing on either side of her sex, pulling her open. Her hands moved down and grabbing her knees, pulled them back to give him more room. He took the room that was offered pressing his face into her crotch.

Stars exploded behind Tammy's closed eyelids as his tongue swiped at her slick flesh! It had been a long time since Jamie had licked her...since before her eldest child had been born! He had become so hair triggered that any sexual excitement would set him off prematurely! So sex had become her arousing herself and him finishing himself off and sometimes her, but usually she finished herself. It was routine, vanilla sex...nothing like this!

Luke was amazed at the thick bush of springy hair that grew around her pussy. Most women trimmed themselves nowadays, but Tammy's bush had not been trimmed in some time. He would have to remedy that...in the meantime...

His tongue managed to move between her labia and he moved it up and down slowly tasting her for real for the first time. He enjoyed her taste. She was absolutely delicious! The heady aroma set his mind flickering, sending signals to his cock. Not that it needed any more signals!

He trapped one of her labia in his mouth, slowly pulling on it. He felt her body respond, shivering at the things he was doing. He moved over and pulled the other labia into his mouth, this time scrapping it with his teeth as he allowed it to slip from between his lips. A long shuddering groan escaped her!

Tammy was going mad with pleasure! Each move he made heated her up all the more! She knew that she was almost ready to pop and wondered what little trick her would perform the send her over the brink? 

She felt his tongue move up inside her pussy lips and sweep gently over her clit. 

"OH MY GOD!" She thought as a tremendously powerful arc of pleasure surged through her body! She felt his tongue swipe gently over her clit again and again before it slid downward and plunged deeply into her pussy! 

Tammy's hips came off the bench as she tried to trap his tongue deeper into her body. She grabbed at his head, pulling him hard against her groin. She felt his tongue swirling around in her cunt, felt her inner muscle clutching at it, trying to capture it! She bit at her lips to keep from screaming out her pleasure!

Luke moved upward and found her clit once more. This time he took it into his mouth sucking on it hard! He felt Tammy's body begin to shiver and knew she was on the edge once more. He trapped her clit between his teeth and pulled on it. Tammy's body arced upward and went ridged! 

Tammy lost all coherent thought as her orgasm thundered through her! Each time Luke tugged on her clit another wave of awesome pleasure rolled over her! Like a series of movie cliché's she experienced it all...the flashes of light...the rumbling train...the rockets...she seemed to move from one wave of pleasure to another. On and on it went, his actions pushing her from one peak to the next!

Finally she could take no more and pushed his head away from her groin. She held his face in her hands as her body slowly relaxed; her hands caressed him gently, feeling the wet stickiness all over his face. It embarrassed her to know she had cum that much!!

Luke moved up over her and kissed her gently. She tasted herself on his lips. He watched as her tongue move over her lips licking her sauce from them. 

He pushed his face to hers and told her to lick him clean. She smiled up at him and moved to run her tongue over his chin and cheeks and finally over his lips.

"Do you like the taste?" he asked her for the second time.

She thought for a moment. She had only a little taste the last time when she licked his finger clean. This time she had much more of a taste and she had to admit that she did like it.

"Good," he told her, "for soon you will be tasting yourself after I have used you and you are cleaning another part of me..."

Tammy shivered at the thought. She had never done that before, not for her husband. He was always too sensitive after he ejaculated. She wondered what it would be like to taste him after he was in her? She wondered what the taste would be like after he had cum inside her? A new shiver caressed her body.

They sat up and put their shirts on. Luke had her leave her shirt unbuttoned but tied up under her breasts. They moved to the front of the bench and punched the button for service. In a relatively brief time, Krista was there waiting for their order. Krista leaned down and with a conspiratorial whisper asked if she "needed an out?" 

Tammy's look of surprise brought a bright smile to Krista's face. 

"Do you think that he wouldn't have a way for you to gracefully exit if you wanted to?" Krista asked. Tammy blushed but shook her head no. It embarrassed her to know that this woman was aware of what they might be doing! She quietly assured her that all was well. Krista winked at her and went to fill the order. 

They sat and talked quietly for a time, enjoying their drinks and each other's company. When he determined the time was ripe, Luke took her drink and slid into the back once more. She followed along on the opposite side of the bench, her heart beating faster with every shift of her hips. 

Her thoughts now were to what he had planned next? Would he want to enter her? To consummate his hold over her right here in the bar? Was she ready for that? She was worried that if things went too far they might be discovered. While Krista might understand, others wouldn't. 

"OH MY GOD!" She thought. "I'm not worried about being taken by this man! Even here! Just what the consequences might be if we're caught in this public place!"

Luke took her head in his hands and kissed her passionately. He untied and pulled apart the shirt but this time did not take it off of her. His mouth searched out her nipples and pulled and tugged on them getting her hot and bothered again. 

"He certainly knows how to please a woman!" she thought as the pleasurable feelings rolled through her body.

Luke broke the contact and moved back, his leg coming up and over her to land gently on the bench. He slipped off his t-shirt and pulled her too him. She moved to her knees and leant her weight on his body. She enjoyed the heated contact of skin on skin as she placed herself on top of him. They kissed gently.

Luke's hands went down her body to her skirt. Slowly, he moved up under it to caress the bare flesh of her ass. She loved the feel of his hands on her body! She felt his fingers slide along the crease of her ass, moving over her spongy-stiff pubic hair to find the slick folds of her pussy. She groaned softly into his mouth as his fingers gently caressed the entrance to her cunt.

"Suck my nipples," he ordered.

Tammy moved down slightly until her mouth found one of his nipples. She had to fold her body slightly so that he could still touch her down there, but the effort was worth it as she could now bring her mouth to his chest while still being pleasured by him!

Remembering the things he did to her, Tammy tried to repeat them on him. She licked, sucked and nibbled on his stubby little nipples. 

"I wonder what it would be like to feel another woman's nipples? Something that I could really get my mouth onto?" The naughty thought made her pussy a little wetter.

They spent several minutes like this, he teasing and pleasing her, while she tried to bring him the same pleasure he had brought her. Guiding her with his hands, he slowly caused her to move down to his stomach. Her tongue dipped into his navel the same way his had done to hers. She felt his stomach muscles shiver. It pleased her to know she could do that to him! 

She wanted to please him more. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She could feel his hard cock rubbing against her breasts inside its sheath of leather. She could feel the heat making her breasts slick with sweat as they rubbed over his crotch. She moved down a little lower.

She peaked upward at his face as she brought her chin, then her mouth over the solid lump in his pants. His eyes were blazing brightly in the dim reaches of the booth. 

"Open it." She shivered to the deep, throaty growl of his voice above her.

She looked at his crotch and for the first time realized that he had no zipper on his pants! There were two rows of three buttons on each side of front of his hips. Slowly, she brought her hands up along his legs toward the buttons. Just as she reached them, he covered her hands with his.

"Uh, uh...not with your hands."

Confused for a moment, she realized that she would have to use her mouth to open the buttons. She looked up into his sparkling eyes and realized he was smiling inside at the thought of her momentary laps. He had caught her yet again!

She was determined to please him though. Slowly she lowered her mouth to the top button at his right hip. She worried the button with her lips and teeth trying to open it. The leather was stiff so did not help her. Finally, she managed to figure out how to manoeuvre it to let it open. 

She moved down to the next button and, practiced from the first, was able to open it a little quicker. The third was a little more difficult but it to soon opened to her determined mouth. She moved the flap back a little and was rewarded with the scent of his manhood tickling her nose. 




The Awakening



The smell of him hit her like a slap in the face. He had a rich male scent that made her heart race! She couldn't tell if the butterflies where in her stomach or a little lower down, a little deeper inside. Her pussy gushed, she felt something wet and hot trickling down the inside of her leg. No...they weren't in her stomach!

Entranced by his aroma, she moved her tongue over the accessible skin of his groin. She felt him shiver and her heart quickened knowing she could do this to him...to any man! She tried to nudge the flap back a little further to expose his manhood, but with a waggle of his finger, he stopped her.

Blushing, she moved over to his left hip and repeated the process of opening buttons. He let her hands go. She moved her fingers over the hot bulge and softly pealed the flap downwards. He wasn't wearing any briefs.!The flap opened up his crotch completely to her view. 

"Oh my God! Your huge!" She gasped as she saw for the first time the size of his cock.

Luke chuckled quietly. While he was only slightly longer than most men at seven and a half inches, he was much thicker than most. Some women looking at a large cock for the first time were frightened by it, but Luke's wasn't overly large so didn't send most women running in fear. However, the more they looked at it, the more they played with it, they began to realize that his was indeed a hefty prick!

But Tammy seemed to be in shock at the size of his manhood.

"Just how big is your husband?" He asked.

Tammy thought for a moment then suddenly reached back for her purse. She pulled out a small, slender, metal looking object and showed it to Luke. He recognized it as a Little Giant vibrator, small but very powerful. It was about four inches long and just a little wider than his thumb.

"I bought it because it is the same size as my husband." She said.

Luke was surprised at how small Jamie really was. He was not surprised that Tammy didn't get all the pleasure she needed from her husband, his small size and lack of sophistication with sex must be very frustrating. 

Luke felt four studs on the bottom of the vibrator. He pressed the studs in sequence, setting the little machine into a frenzy of vibrations and pulses. He looked at her as the machine buzzed joyfully in his hand. He placed the buzzing toy into her empty hand. Embarrassed, she looked away before shutting it off and dropping it back into her purse. 

Tammy still had a hold of his cock. She hadn't released it when she went searching in her purse. She was slowly stroking it up and down. He was uncut and as she moved her hand, the head of his cock would first be exposed and then covered in slow succession by the foreskin. 

A large drop of pre-cum began to form at the tip. She reached with the fingertips of her left hand and rubbed his leakage all over the head of his cock as she held the foreskin down. Because it was dim, she had to lower her head to look closely at what she was doing...or so she told herself.

The head of his prick shone in the dim light. She could smell the unique aroma of precum. He was definitely much bigger than her husband! Another large bubble of slime oozed out of the pee hole at the top of his cock. Tentatively, she reached out with the tip of her tongue and took it into her mouth.

She was surprised at how good he tasted! Her husband's spunk tasted slightly sour to her, Luke's tasted sweet, salty and strong. Her mouth moved back to his stiff muscle and she swiped around the head get a good taste of him. Her pussy squeaked again and she felt another run of wetness slide down her leg!

Luke's strong, warm hands began to softly caress her head. He pulled gently at her hair, running his fingers through her tresses. As she opened her mouth to take him in, she felt the weight of his hand press on the back of her head...she lowered her mouth gently down the length of his shaft. She felt rather then heard his deep moan.

Though not very practiced at sucking cock, Tammy was aware of the rudiments. She moved up and down on him taking more of his manhood into her mouth each time. It became more and more difficult the more of him that slid into her mouth, until the tip touched the back of her throat and she momentarily gagged.

Backing off, she tried several more times to deep throat him his sure hands guided her head up and down, but as soon as the tip touched the back of her throat she would gag all over again.

Finally, he pulled her up for a kiss.

"You will need to practice some before you can do that successfully" he told her. 

His hands guided her head back to his cock, twisting it slightly. She understood as her mouth came down around the outside of his cock. She moved gently up and down the length of him, flicking along the length of his shaft with her tongue. Soon, she was slurping up and down the full length of him, from the wiry pubic hair to the tip of his manhood. She heard him moan again, and felt his hips begin to move.

"I did this to him!" She thought excitedly. 

Spurred on by his reactions, she redoubled her efforts to please him. She moved up to the tip of his cock and took him inside her mouth again, this time controlling his motions and hers, not taking him in as deep. 

She felt the rumble in his stomach as she sucked harder on what she had in her mouth. Her hands moved up and down the shaft, giving him the impression that more of him was in her mouth. 

His thrusts became stronger, more powerful. She knew that he was approaching his end. Up till then, she had not thought about what would happen if he came in her mouth. She did not like the taste of her husband's cum, but she most certainly liked the taste of Luke's cock!

Luke's thrusting became more erratic. He held himself deeper in her mouth for a little bit longer on each of his thrusts. Tammy slid one of her hands down to caress his balls. She was surprised to find that his balls were shaved! She felt the silky smoothness in her fingers and then gently squeezed. He let out a loud groan and she felt his balls jump in her hand.

A strangled moan escaped his lips as his prick suddenly swelled up from the back to the front and a long, thick, hot rope of sperm shot to the back of her throat! She fought down the gag reflex as she desperately tried to swallow what was in the back of her mouth. She swallowed several times as the heavy fluid filled her mouth, and this was only from the first pulse! Luke seemed to shoot for a long time with each jet. Her husband's spurts lasted only momentarily, but Luke's seemed to continue for more than a full second with each shot!

Luke's hand crushed the back of her head to his groin, preventing her from rising off his firing staff. She had just cleared her mouth when she felt the pulse of another jet flow up his cock. She was better prepared this time and managed to time her swallowing motion to the jet. This pulse was a long and heavy as the first! 

Her husband finished after two pulses, but she knew that Luke would have more. As if in answer to her thought, she felt the swell of his manhood as another pulsed flowed along its length. It surprised her that this one was a long and as full as the first two! 

She was getting the hang of when to time her swallows now as another pulse fired into her receptive mouth.

"God! There is so much!" She thought.

The fifth pulse was slightly less than the others, and his sixth pulse was less than half of the volume. His manhood jerked several more times, each with much less volume than it's predecessor. With a deep sigh, he collapsed onto the leather bench.

More drops of cum oozed out of his cock as it slowly softened. She languidly licked the drops from his shaft. She was surprised to find him still half hard! She was also surprised at how much she liked the taste of his spunk. He pulled her up and kissed her long and hard. 

"Jamie wouldn't kiss me after." She though. "This man is full of pleasant surprises!"

Holding her face in his hands, Luke made his decision.

"I think it is time for us to go elsewhere." He told her. 

Tammy grabbed her cell, called Jamie and tolled him to go home and not wait up.

She had no idea where Luke was taking her, but she willingly took his hand in hers and followed him trustingly out the door...

To be continued in "The Awakening" part II...



The Awakening



Beverley relaxed on a sun-bed in the beautiful secluded garden and reflected on her behaviour of the previous evening. She was finding it difficult to connect herself with the woman she had been yesterday. At forty-five years of age she had been married to husband Graham for twenty-three years. With both their children were away at university they were experiencing a degree of freedom they hadn't known for years. Last night something had changed and she knew she would never be the same again. 

It had been her husband's idea but she blushed to recall how eagerly she had embraced it. Today, drowsing in the warm sunlit garden, she understood that it had been a catalyst for change and that there was more to life than being a housewife and mother. How had it come about?

Graham's best friend John had turned up out of the blue and they had enjoyed a relaxed convivial evening chatting and drinking. After a lull in the conversation John smiled amiably across at Beverley sitting alone on the couch. 

'Nice dress, is it new?'

'No I've had it a month or two, its one of Graham's favourites.' 

Beverley crossed her legs revealing a glimpse of elegant limbs clad in black fishnet stockings. 

'Yes it is rather nice; it's the sort of dress I wish she'd had before we were married' Graham said 'it's got no fastenings it just wraps around and ties.'

'That sounds very interesting.' John smiled.

'Go on Beverley show John how easily it unfastens.'

Almost without thinking, Beverley stood up and unfastened the waist tie allowing the dress to spill open. Both men were treated to a brief glimpse of her stockings, suspenders and matching orange underwear before she quickly covered herself up again. Beverley experienced an unexpected frisson of excitement; she had enjoyed flashing her underwear at John. 

As was usual with John he had made no firm arrangements for overnight accommodation so they offered to put him up on the studio couch in the lounge. Just before midnight they all retired to bed. Alone in their bedroom, Beverley and Graham began to undress. As she sat at her dressing table in her underwear Graham was suddenly struck by how very attractive she still was; long legs, an hourglass figure, large firm breasts like melons and natural blonde hair. Beverley noticed him looking at her.

'What?'

By now Graham was naked with an erection. Beverley smiled.

'What brought that on?'

'You flashing your underwear for John, it made me feel incredibly horny.

Graham came and stood behind her before reaching round to unclip her front fastening bra. He began to gently squeeze her breasts; she could feel his erection against her back.

'It's a bit late Graham and you've got an early start in the morning.' 

Graham bent forward and kissed her neck

'You enjoyed flashing your underwear at John didn't you? Sexy bitch!'

Beverley smiled. 'Yes it was fun wasn't it? I think John spent the rest of the evening trying to mentally recreate the image of me in my underwear.'

She was aware that Graham rather enjoyed showing her off to other men. The previous summer he had taken her to a nudist beach on the Isle-of-Wight and had got a huge buzz from watching the men on the beach discretely ogling her. 

'Surely a grown man doesn't get excited by a three second glimpse of my underwear.'

'Well I've been married to you for over twenty years and it excited me', Graham replied

Graham pulled Beverley to her feet and slid one hand into her knickers while fondling her breasts with his other hand. 

'Actually do you know what I'd really like to do right now?' Beverley sensed the urgency and sexual tension in his voice as he began to probe her vagina with his fingers.

'It really is late Graham and....

'What I'd really like to do' Graham persisted, 'is watch John fucking you.'

Beverley froze momentarily; she could scarcely believe that her husband had made such an outrageous proposal. She struggled in vain to free herself from Graham's tight grasp. His voice became a hoarse urgent whisper as he continued to probe her vagina with his fingers, trying to judge the degree of her sexual arousal. He knew that if he persisted she would loose control, she always did.

'I want to watch John fucking you', he insisted, 'and them I'm going to fuck you myself.'

Beverley writhed in his tight grasp as her vagina flooded with sexual juices. Now she was in the throes of the same lustful passion that was driving her husband. They rocked back and forth, both now totally absorbed in their urgent sexual dialogue.

'Will you do it?' Graham hissed urgently. 'Will you?'

'Yes', she murmured finally, 'yes alright, if you want me to.'

Graham released her from his tight grasp and they moved apart. Instinctively Beverley hitched up her knickers. Graham stared at her intently with dark lustful eyes.

'God, you're wonderful, you brazen fucking whore!' 

Graham's language always became obscene when he was sexually aroused. Beverley was used to it and didn't normally respond; but tonight she did.

'So how much are you going to charge John for fucking your whore?'

The question was left unanswered as Graham reached for his dressing gown. His urgent passion had receded somewhat as he contemplated the logistics of the coming events.

'I'll go and have a word with John, come down when you are ready.' As he approached the door he paused. 'Wear something sexy so that we can have the pleasure of undressing you.'

Downstairs in the living room the two men waited expectantly for Beverley to put in an appearance. The minutes ticked by. Graham glanced at the clock; had she changed her mind he wondered? The sound of Beverley's footsteps on the stairs caused them to shift nervously in their chairs. They stood up as Beverley entered the room and immediately felt a sense of anticlimax; Beverley was wearing the same dress she had on earlier. She sat down opposite the two men and crossed her legs revealing her fishnet stocking-clad legs and thighs all the way up to her suspenders. Finally John found his voice.

'So, do we get to se your underwear again?' 

'I'm afraid not' she replied and watched the disappointment growing on the men's faces before she continued, 'because I'm not wearing any.' 

Beverley stood up and casually opened her dress to reveal that she was naked apart from her shoes stockings and suspenders. 

'Quite a dish isn't she?' Graham murmured. 

John made no reply but just sat staring intently at Beverley. There was another embarrassed pause; the two men were in new territory and not sure how to proceed, although the sexual tension was palpable. Beverley sat down again without troubling to close her dress. Graham broke the impasse by removing his dressing gown which prompted John to remove his pyjamas. Beverley watched transfixed as the men stood rampantly naked before her. Her throat went dry as she contemplated John's beautiful well toned black body glowing in the electric light; his erection was fully eight inches long. John devoured Beverley's voluptuous curves with his eyes while Graham looked on with voyeuristic pleasure. Beverley stood up and slipped off her dress.

'So have you decided which one of you guys is going to have me first?' 

Graham was astonished at the casual way she spoke, as though she was offering them a cup of tea. Beverley had never before felt such an intense feeling of empowerment; the two men were hers to command and totally in thrall to her sexual allure. 

'Go ahead John', Graham murmured, she's all yours, fuck her!'

John looked questioningly at Beverley who smiled reassuringly.

'Don't tell me you haven't thought about it before John and now you can.' 

John walked over and stood behind her; she could feel his erection brushing against her buttocks. He reached round and grasped her breasts in his hands and began to squeeze them gently. 

'God your tits are wonderful Beverley', John murmured.

Beverley noticed how prominent the white semen was as it oozed from his stiff black cock. Very gently she reached down and put her hand round his magnificent member. He sighed with pleasure. She was vaguely aware that Graham was standing nearby with his camera, watching their every move. John knelt down in front of her and gently probed her vagina with a finger. To Beverley his touch felt like an electric shock and she let out an involuntary gasp. 

'How would you like me to fuck you?' John asked casually as he fingered her.

'She rather likes rear entry when lying over the back of an armchair', Graham suggested, 'and that way it also makes for very good photographs'.

Graham had been photographing Beverley nude and semi-nude for years. Photographing her with another man was a new departure. 

John watched as Beverley arranged herself over the back of an arm chair then stood behind her and probed her cunt with his fingers; she was open and juiced up for sex. Beverley sighed with pleasure as his magnificent weapon penetrated deep inside her. Despite its substantial length and girth, her now fully lubricated vaginal chamber expanded in grateful acceptance of his cock. John began to fuck her, moving slowly with great care. The huge stimulation of his first intimate contact with Beverley and the high level of his sexual arousal made it all but impossible for him to control himself. After just three minutes of fucking John groaned with orgasmic pleasure and Beverley felt his fierce pulses of semen flooding up inside her. Almost before she had realised what was happening Graham took over. Having fucked her many times before, he was able to restrain himself until she came to orgasm. By now John was erect again and, at Graham's urging, he began to shag Beverley once again. This time he lasted rather longer and was able to time his emission to coincide with Beverley's second orgasm. Once again Graham thrust his cock up inside her so that ten minutes later she had her third orgasm of the night. 

Graham helped Beverley up from the back of the armchair and kissed her on the lips. She was hot, flushed and sweaty; semen was oozing from her cunt and trickling down her thighs. Graham knelt down in front of her and began to clean her sticky thighs with paper tissues. 

'Leave it Graham I'll sponge myself down in the cloakroom. You men are such messy creatures.' 

When Beverley returned both men were reviewing the photographs on Graham's camera. They also had erections again. Beverley took the camera from Graham.

'Right, I want a photo of you two horny guys together.'

Graham sat down on a dining room chair and invited Beverley to straddle him. It was his favourite method of having sex with her for a repeat performance but never the first time as it was far too stimulating for prolonged coupling. They writhed and wriggled together with considerable mutual pleasure. John watched for a few moments and then he came and stood behind Beverley with his cock resting in the small of her back. He reached over and began to squeeze her breasts. 

'Have you got any hand cream Beverley?' said John.

'On the side table', she gasped.

He lubricated his cock with copious amounts of Beverley's hand cream and again stood behind her with the tip of his member lodged between her parted buttocks. When Beverley and Graham realised what John was trying to do they disengaged themselves and stood up. Backed up against a wall Graham once again inserted his cock into Beverley's cunt. John stood behind her and, bending his knees slightly, gently forced his hard erection into her anus. She cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain as she became the sexual filling in their sandwich. Both men were aware that their members were in close proximity inside Beverley's body. As they came Beverley sensed two fierce simultaneous jets of semen spurting up inside her. She waited for their slow detumescence and then the threesome disentangled themselves; by now feeling slightly embarrassed by their uninhibited sexual behaviour. 

'Well gentlemen, if you have both quite finished I'm going to take a bath, and then', she added firmly, 'I'm going to bed, on my own. Graham, you can sleep in the spare bedroom. For the first time in my life I know what it means to be shagged out!' Beverley said with a smile as she departed.

****

The sound of the front door bell ringing roused her from her reverie. She slipped on a house coat over her bikini and hurried to the front door. John stood in the doorway displaying his charming naughty boy smile. She starred at him blankly then was suddenly conscious of how little she was wearing. 

'Hello Beverley, I was just passing and thought it would be nice to see you again.'

He paused, rather embarrassed, uncertain what to say. 

'You'd better come in, would you like a coffee?'

'Yes please.'

Beverley lead him out into the garden, the lounge had too many associations with the previous evening. They sat opposite each other sipping their coffees. Beverley was surprised how relaxed she felt. Last night seemed like a distant dream. She noticed that John was looking at her tiny bikini, clearly visible through her flimsy house coat. Self consciously she adjusted her wrap and then reflected how absurd that must appear to him. After all she had been perfectly happy indeed eager for him to see her completely naked last night. But it was different today; she was alone in the house. 

'I was just topping up my suntan', Beverley said by way of explanation for her state of undress.

'Don't let me stop you', John replied. 'Although I can't say I ever feel the need myself', he smiled. They both laughed. John was black.

Beverley removed her wrap and reclined again on the sun bed. She put on her sunglasses; somehow this seemed to cover her immodesty and she relaxed. She could see that John's eyes were boring into her extremely small bikini with interest. The two upper triangles were nowhere near capacious enough to accommodate her beautiful large breasts. 

'You really have got the most magnificent tits, why try and hide then under that silly bit of cloth?

Beverley flushed at John's frank expression of admiration for her breasts. He reached behind her neck and released the flimsy strap holding her top in place. It immediately fell away revealing her breasts to John's intense scrutiny. 

She lay there and watched John looking at her from behind the secrecy of her sun glasses. The bulge in his trousers indicated that he had an erection.

'I suppose Graham won't be back until tomorrow?'

'That's right', she replied and immediately regretted it as it would give him the impression that they were unlikely to be interrupted. He smiled his winning bedroom smile again.

'I did enjoy last night, I hope you did too. I know Graham did.'

'Last night was different.' She paused, a flush coming to her cheeks. 'That was special. I, we don't normally behave like that.'

'It was fun though wasn't it?' 

Beverley didn't reply. 

John got up and knelt down beside the sun bed and, leaning forward gently kissed both of her breasts. His hand began to caress her pubic area. Beverley noticed that he had unzipped his trousers and felt his cock brushing against her.

'I really would like to fuck you again', he murmured softly.

'You can't', she replied. 'It wouldn't be right.'

'It was alright last night wasn't it' he urged softly? 

She felt his hands on her breasts.

'Last night was special and Graham was there.'

'So it was ok to fuck you while Graham was watching but not now?' 

'Yes that's right; I did it for him as much as for you; you know how he likes to watch.'

'You enjoyed it too, didn't you?'

Beverley disentangled herself from his probing hands and stood up. 

'Didn't you?' he insisted.

'Yes alright I did', she confessed, 'but it wasn't what we normally do, it was...' she tailed off confused.

'It was an orgy, that's what it was; two randy men fucking a gorgeous sexy woman and you loved it.' He paused; 'But right now I'd like to spend a leisurely afternoon in bed with you and explore that magnificent body of yours in intimate detail.'

'What about Graham?'

'I won't tell him if you don't.'

'Well what about your wife?'

'What she doesn't know can't hurt her.'

Beverley stood up and slipped on her beach wrap before walking back into the house; her mind was in turmoil, she needed time to think. The sensible thing to do would be to ask him to leave but she was tired of doing the sensible thing. Her sex life had become routine; the fire and passion had begun to dwindle away. Last night all that had dramatically changed. When she considered the matter in the cold light of day, Beverley was amazed at the ease with which she had made the transition from conventional suburban housewife to eager nymphomaniac. Last night's orgy was with three consenting adults but now she was being asked to commit adultery with her husband's best friend. Beverley looked at John, recalling the delicious feel of his large cock inside her. She felt lust stirring in her genitals as she walked towards the living room door. John followed her, assuming she wanted him to leave.

'Give me ten minutes and while you are waiting close the front curtains and mix me a strong gin-and-tonic.' 

Back in her bedroom Beverley considered the consequences of her reckless decision but realised that nothing she did now would undo what had happened the night before. If she had heard of any of her friends behaving in a similar manner she would have regarded them as promiscuous sluts. Wryly she realised that no equivalent censure would be applied to John and Graham. Fucking available women is what men do. Well now she didn't care; if men could please themselves so could she. 

Beverley took a shower then towelled herself dry in front of the dressing table mirror while she considered what she should wear. There was no need for seduction as they both knew exactly what was going to happen. She sat down to brush her ash blonde hair and then carefully applied her make-up taking care to disguise her stretch marks. Not for the first time she pondered the strange perversity of men. Why would a man with a beautiful thirty-five year old South American wife at home come looking for sex with a married woman of forty-five? Beverley chose to take it as a compliment to her still very well preserved figure. After some thought she slipped on a flimsy transparent shortie nightdress; for some curious reason this seemed less blatant than being completely nude. Finally she slipped on a pair of red stiletto high heel shoes; no matter what the occasion a woman always looks sexy in heels. There was no pretence of modesty; to all intents and purposes she was naked. What the hell, he was going to fuck her, no point in letting clothing get in the way.

Returning to the living room Beverley accepted the proffered drink from John. He had already removed his jacket and tie and as she watched he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. Beverley lay back on the couch sipping her drink and stared covetously at his beautiful naked body. 

She spread herself provocatively so that John could see her wide open cunt and let him remove her flimsy nightwear. 

He straddled her, one naked thigh each side of her hips; his erect member swaying and gently touching her breasts. John smiled expectantly.

'No John I'm sorry, I only do oral sex with Graham; and the thought of taking in your enormous dick is quite revolting.'

Beverley lubricated her palm with the semen oozing from his tip and rubbed his cock between her breasts. John sighed with pleasure. Beverley didn't have long to wait. John began to writhe and moan and utter obscene expletives. Suddenly he tensed and began ejaculating. The first pulse hit her face; she gasped and opened her mouth in surprise. The second pulse shot to the back of her throat; she retched and closed her mouth so that subsequent salvos sprayed on her face. 




The Awakening



'Christ John, you might have warned me, you bastard!' she yelled as the semen trickled down her face. 'Have you got a handkerchief?'

Beverley mopped her face with the proffered handkerchief and smiled reassuringly at John then reached over and picked up her drink. John repositioned himself and began to expertly probe her vagina with his tongue. Beverley moaned contentedly and opened her legs wider. Beverley abandoned herself to the exquisite pleasure of having her cunt probed by John's experienced tongue. All sense of time was obliterated by the waves of orgasmic ecstasy which overwhelmed her. She was dimly aware that she was making a great deal of rather obscene noise. Finally she pushed his head aside with a satisfied sigh.

'Thanks John, that was wonderful. Give me a minute, and then you can fuck me.' Beverley could scarcely believe what she had just said.

She went into the cloakroom, rinsed out her mouth and washed her face and breasts. Now she was refreshed and ready to give John what he had come for. John was waiting when she returned and impetuously backed her up against the wall and kissed her passionately on the mouth. 

'For Christ's sake John get your cock up inside me before you come on the wall paper; we've just had this room redecorated.'

'I'm just going to give you a quick shag to get my libido under control before I give you a proper fuck.'

John slid his stiff member up inside her and began to vigorously fuck her. Two minutes later he groaned and fired his salvo deep inside her. They separated.

'Sorry Bev, you're such a gorgeous fuck, I just can't control myself', John murmured apologetically.

Beverley resumed her seat on the couch and watched John curiously. John stared back; his cock was already beginning to stiffen.

'Do you want it rear entry over the back of an armchair like last night?' John asked. Now he was once again fully erect.

'No, this time come and lie on top of me and give me a slow steady fuck', She replied.

They rearranged themselves on the couch and John eased his cock deep inside her. He began a slow thrusting fuck..

'You really are a bit of a bastard John. How many women have you slept with since you married Maria?'

John paused to consider the question.

'Three I think; not counting you' 

'Does she know?'

'Well bear in mind I was sleeping with her while I was still married to Margaret.'

'So she already knows you'r a two timing bastard?'

'Why are you being such a bitch? You want me to fuck you don't you?'

'Yes, I know. But after twenty-three years as a dutiful housewife I think I'm entitled to some fun.

'Just shut up, you stupid bitch and enjoy my cock otherwise I'll have to smack your bottom.'

Beverley was momentarily silenced by the not entirely displeasing idea of having her bottom smacked by John, but couldn't resist adding;

'By the way, don't assume I'm going to open my legs for you every time you turn up.'

After John had gone Beverley sat for a long time thoughtfully considering her future. There was no way she was going back to being the dutiful housewife; a twenty-three year sentence was quite long enough. She had spent quite enough time being Graham's unpaid housekeeper, cook, cleaner, child minder, hostess, nurse, photographic model, lover and whore. Last night she had been the unresisting plaything of the two men. From now on she would make her own decisions. 



The Awakening



My wife Jenny and I have been together for nearly eighteen years now and we couldn't be any closer. She has a very sexy figure, especially after providing us with two children. Her breasts are not what I would call small but fit very nicely in my hands with beautiful round areola surrounding gorgeous nipples that when aroused stand out nearly 20 millimetres.

Our sex life has been good as we both enjoy making each other feel very happy. However at times it can become routine as she enjoys the loving, simple things involved with sex. Like cuddling in particular and being in an almost sleepy state of mind when slowly making love.

I am not complaining about this, however I have a bigger sex drive and would love to explore everything and anything just to give it a try to see what we would like and not like.

That's not to say we haven't explored things out of the ordinary in the past as we have done some things that I wouldn't have thought Jenny would do in the past given how timid she was about sex when I first met her.

These things that stand out to me are when she first sucked on my cock and swallowed my cum, just the thought of her swallowing it combined with the feeling I still had of being sucked off excited me even more.

Another time we were residing at (her sister) Kara's house whilst our house was being built, we were sitting together on the couch nuzzling up to each other and watching TV. I was wearing only a silk pair of boxers and she was wearing a silk slip that was cut high up her thighs and had thin shoulder straps. The way she cuddled up to me with her head against my bare chest allowed the slip to fall open slightly and I could see her nipples down her top. I was gently running my hand up and down her bare thigh and at times pushing the edge of her slip up exposing her g-string she wore under it. 

This was getting her aroused as I saw her nipples growing harder as I continued to do it very casually. After a while she moved her hand, that was just sitting on my lap, up to rub on the outside of my boxers over my erect cock which by now had poked his head out through the hole in the front where the button was un-done, eventually staring Jenny straight in her face about 30cm's away.

I was very aroused from what Jenny was doing to me and as I was rubbing her nipples by now through her slip I was hoping that she would lean over and start to suck on me right there in the lounge room.

But just as I was thinking of this Kara walked into the room from the front of the house and past us to the kitchen. Jenny didn't stop playing with me straight away but after Kara was in the kitchen she casually sat up and took her hand away, so I had to tuck myself back in to my shorts and sit there with a very erect cock. I swear Kara must have seen my cock sticking out, Jenny's hand on it or my hand playing with her nipples for sure but she never said anything. Later that night as we had a bit of fun in the bedroom I kept thinking of what it would have been like if Jenny had of been sucking me off when Kara came into the room.

Other times Jenny and I have had sex with chocolate pudding (very messy), she told me she masturbated with a banana once which I would of liked to have seen (but I have never seen her masturbate at all let alone with fruit), sex with ice on a hot night, I have trimmed her pussy hair for her a little, she has sucked on me whilst I tried hard to talk on the phone to someone, I have cum all over her body on numerous times and she has sucked my cock clean once after we had sex and I came in her pussy.

So it may appear to some that we do have an exciting sex life but I am in need for more excitement, as you are only young once right?

Jenny has to be in the right frame of mind for me to entice her into anything out of the ordinary sexually as it doesn't come naturally to her. But I am trying to change that. I think she can learn to change if she relaxed and trusted me whole heartedly, knowing that I love her as much as anyone can love another and would never let her be harmed in any way.

I was reading a web site on the computer and while I was working something else flashed up that had a link to "Liberated Women". I clicked on it to see what it was and found a site that was about women opening up and exploring their mind and bodies. A window was flashing in the corner with the heading "Look at me!" and a picture of a naked woman, which looked like somebodies wife, with her face covered.

I clicked on it and a site opened up with all types of woman's thumbnail photos on the page. It was a site for woman to post their own photos in whatever pose they liked with the security of being able to blur out their faces, to remain anonymous.

I viewed a couple of them and saw women with their clothes on to women without any and spreading their legs for all to see. Just as I was looking at them Jenny walked into the room to see what I was up to.

"Looking at porn are we?" she said.

"No, well I guess, just that this site flashed up so I clicked on it to see what it was about." I replied.

"Well I guess it is about porn stars then by the look of it!" she said.

"Actually no it appears to be wives and other women just sending in their photos for the pleasure of knowing that other people can look at them and reply to via e-mails. Here look at these, some have their clothes on just flashing a bare shoulder, to these ones who are a bit more daring I guess." I said as I continued to click and open several thumbnail photos to enlarge to full screen whilst Jenny came closer to stand behind where I was sitting.

I clicked on a woman who was lying on her side with her head propped up on her arm and one leg bent up at the knee exposing her pussy, which was open with a gape. It gave the appearance that someone or something had just fucked her, as she was extremely wet.

I waited for Jenny to say something against what we were viewing but she just stood there behind me watching for a while as I kept clicking through them.

Five minutes or so went by and then she said, "Oh, I could never do that, how the hell do they do it, it seems so wrong to show yourself like that."

I said, " They probably start out wanting to know if they can go through with it and then it obviously progresses from there with a few of them. I would love to take pictures of you like that."

"No way buster I would never do that."

"It would only be for me to look at, I think you are the most gorgeous woman I know, you look extremely sexy to me and I would love to see you pose for me." I said.

"Well keep dreaming boy!" she said as she walked out of the room. I finished up on the computer and began getting dinner prepared with Jenny.

It was a nice warm evening and we finished dinner and sat out the back under the pergola having some red wine just chatting about nothing in particular for a while. There was a long silence between us as we had our own thoughts going through our heads and I was lounging back on a recliner when Jenny got up and came and sat on my lap and cuddled up into me. I could tell that she was getting a little tipsy from the wine.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her, whilst giving her a squeezing cuddle.

"Just great, I am so much in love with you" she replied and gave me a kiss on the lips then sat back up and stared off into the garden.

"What are you daydreaming about now?" I could tell she was thinking of something.

"Oh.....nothing......I guess" pausing between words as she replied.

"I don't believe you, tell me what's on your mind."

" I was just thinking about what you were looking at on the computer that's all." She said as she kept that distant look on her face.

"What in particular about it were you thinking of?"

"How those women have the courage to put those photo's online like that or why they actually do it."

"Probably because it turns them on knowing that other people are looking at them or that their partners get turned on by letting their wives be seen by others perhaps." I said.

" I don't know about that, I can't see how anyone can be turned on by letting others see them that way.

"I can, you get turned on seeing me walk around the house naked don't you? I get turned on seeing you naked and especially when we are having sex, watching my cock disappearing in and out of your pussy. It's the same sort of turn on just a different avenue for it and besides it's not as if anyone will find out who they are apart from their partners." I replied.

"Well yeah, but that is more of a feeling whilst we are making love, it's a different sensation. I still don't think it would be a turn on for me which is why I could never do it even if it was anonymous." She said still thinking deeply about it by the look in her eyes but more so due to the wine we were still drinking.

"How do you ever know if you couldn't do it without even trying? You have to trust me more that I wouldn't see you get hurt in any way and the trepidation or nervousness you feel about it could provide you with a heightened sensation from doing something like that. You never know until you try it once!"

" Oh I don't know." she replied then just went silent for a while before I broke her trance by kissing her neck as she sat there on my lap. She let out a slight sigh as I continued to nuzzle gently up and down her neck.

I could tell that by what I was doing to her and what our conversation was about that she was getting a little excited, not to mention freeing up more with the wine, because I could see her nipples standing out through her buttoned up, thin blouse. 

I continued to kiss her as I began to open the buttons to her blouse from the top down and began to expose her breasts to me, as she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Mmmm..." escaped out of her lips as she closed her eyes, lent her head against my shoulder and I continued to the bottom of her blouse before pulling both sides apart and open.

I sat there looking at her as she had a slight smile formed on her lips with eyes still closed. I reached for the bottle of wine to top up our drinks but it was empty so I told her I was getting another one. I lifted her off me and placed her back on to her chair before going inside. Whilst opening the bottle inside I looked out the window to see her sitting totally relaxed with her head rested back and her top still open. She had brought her legs up and apart with her feet on the front edge of her chair and her hands clasped together between her legs. This made her breasts squeeze together slightly and push forward more off her chest.

I had the bottle open and on my way back outside I picked up our digital camera. I clicked off a photo of Jenny sitting there contently before I sat back down to fill up our glasses.

"Hey what did you just do?" she said after hearing the camera click off but not moving from the position she was in.

"I just thought you look so beautiful and very content sitting like that, that I wanted to have a photo of you that way. Is that alright?'

"Well I don't want you taking photos of me" she replied before I cut off her answer with another question.

"Don't you feel comfortable sitting there and aren't you happy and relaxed with me looking at your body like that knowing how much you turn me on?"

"Yes I do, I am very relaxed and I love knowing that I turn you on."

"Then stay relaxed," as I passed her topped up glass and she took another sip from it before leaning back against the chair once more.

I picked up the camera again and took another photo, which caught her by surprise once more and she looked straight into my eyes. We both just stared into each other's eyes for about five seconds before I raised the camera to my face and took another shot. She just smirked at me as if to say "Oh, ...you...." then closed her eyes once again.

I let go with a few more shots from different angles and close ups. I could zoom in on one breast to take up the entire screen and noticed that her nipple was standing out as full as I have ever seen them. I was thinking that what was going through her mind was making her feel at ease with me taking the photos.

I put the camera down and then took a drink from my glass as she opened her eyes and gave me a smile. I was happy that she was still completely relaxed with me. I pulled my chair around next to her and gave her a passionate kiss on her lips and she responded with a sigh and an open mouth with her tongue penetrating my mouth.

I ran a finger around the outside of her left breast, drawing circles getting closer to her nipple until I reached it with my thumb and pointer finger and pinched it firmly and held it there. I looked up into her eyes and they were looking down at what my fingers were doing. Her mouth was open and she was holding her breath before I released my pressure and let go and she relaxed her mouth to a smile.

I reached across the table to pick up the camera and as I held it in my right hand I reached for her nipple again with my fingers and clicked away as I pinched her like I did before.

"Ahhh, that feels so good" she said and as I released my grip she continued, "No don't let go, do it again." So I licked my thumb and pointer finger and pinched her nipple again, but this time I rolled it in my fingers with a twisting action.

"Ohhhh, Mmmm, god I love it" she muttered.

She reached up to me and began to remove my t-shirt as I kept a firm grip on her nipple. As my shirt went over my head and arms, I pinched harder one last time before letting go to help her take my shirt completely off. "Owww," she squealed then reached for my nipple and pinched it between her fingernails. It was sore but by the way my body was beginning to react to the situation it also felt good. 

We kissed each other again then I made my way down her neck and chest to reach her nipple where I began giving it light pecks with my lips and little flicks with my tongue. I saw her grab the camera and heard 'click'. She was taking photos of me licking her nipple. I grabbed my glass of wine, took a mouthful then bent down and sucked her nipple into my mouth and swished the wine around, across her hard nip standing up proudly. 'Click' again and "Mmmmm....", escaped her lips. So I thought she should get a good shot and proceeded to bite and pulled her nipple hard off her chest exposing my teeth to her with her nipple stretched tight between them. "Owww, fuck." I heard before a 'click' as she took the shot I wanted. I let go, licked her once more before reaching up and giving her a kiss.

I sat up grabbed my glass and had another drink from it. Jenny was just staring at me with wanting eyes, the kind that turn me on immensely. I just stared back with a smile on my face. She looked through the camera lens straight at me and began taking photos. She reached over with her spare hand and using her fingernails scratched down over my right nipple, redirected the camera and clicked away.

I was getting turned on and as she continued to scratch me I felt my nipples getting hard under her nails. Her hand then trailed lower and leaving red scratch lines down my chest and stomach she grabbed at the waist of my shorts that had a loose elastic fit and pulled them forward and down slightly until my cock sprung free, tall and stiff. After redirecting the camera focus down again she clicked away savouring the vision of my erect cock.

"Take them off, I want to taste you" she said and put the camera back on the table. 

I raised my bum off my chair enough to pull my pants down so that they rested around my ankles, then slumped forward and lent back into my chair once again. I was now completely naked when Jenny lent forward still sitting in her chair and stuck her tongue out to lick the tip of my straining cock. It twitched with her touch away from her so she lent forward more and sucked the head of him passed her lips and into her mouth.

" Ohh," what a feeling, it is something else when you get that feeling of entering her mouth and watching it happen right in front of you is awesome.

Jenny began to really get into it and was sucking me deeper into her mouth as she was getting used to the feeling in her throat. While sucking away I could see her tongue sticking out of her mouth and licking away at the underside of my cock, I nearly erupted just from the sight of her but managed to keep hanging on. I grabbed the camera and clicked at her as she was continuing with her actions. Her eyes looked up at me when she heard the 'click' and then lent forward as far as she could go and stuck her tongue out underneath to actually lick my balls. My whole cock was deep inside her, with her lapping away at my ball sack and she still had her eyes fixed onto the camera as I clicked a couple of shots away. 

"MY GOD, what a turn on," I said as she backed off to a normal rhythm on me again. 

She was dribbling a lot of saliva on me, which I could feel dripping onto my balls. Her hand reached up to cup them and she squeezed at them and ran her fingernails around them spreading her oral juices all over and down to the underside of them. Her nails scratched away between my balls and my bum and I sighed as she touched me there.

Her saliva was still running and I become quite wet and could now feel it dripping down over my hole to between my cheeks and onto the chair. 

"Oh yes,........ that is beautiful," I cooed softly, to which she stopped scratching at me but began using her fingertips with a bit of pressure over the same area.

"God I am so in love with you," I said to her as she continued with her steady sucking action. Then I felt her middle finger run a ring around my hole before rubbing back and forward over it. 

"Yessss....," was all I could say trying hard still not to cum as I wanted this feeling to last as long as it could. Then she pushed gently into my hole with her finger until she was up to her first knuckle inside of me. I held my breath from the sensations that I was feeling, it was incredible. She kept it still initially, and then pushed a little more until half her finger was inside me. Next she pulled it back until it nearly came out then in again and continued doing it getting her finger deeper as she did so. 

By now my mind was lost and I was on a high as Jenny worked up her pace and I couldn't hold on any longer. 

" Oh fuck honey I can't hang on,... I'm...... going to......Cummmmm!" Erupting into her mouth, I felt my bum contracting on her finger every time I ejected into her mouth. Jenny didn't slow down and I was bucking away as I exploded and my cock pulled free from her mouth in the process. I saw a stream of cum fly out and land across her lips and cheek, as her mouth was open wide trying to get me back inside. Her head was thrashing about for that second before she succeeded and took me deep again and sucked hard draining my cum deep from within me.

I was empty as Jenny slowed her sucking and slowly pulled her finger from me, before running circles around my hole again a few times then stopping altogether. She pulled her mouth off me and looked up to me with a smile to see me panting away.

"I love feeling you pulse inside me like that when you cum, I love it when you can't hold on from what I do to you and just erupt. I get so horny from you not being able to hold on like that." She said, and looked down to see my cock still hard, but not as big as before, just resting up against my stomach with mixed saliva and cum juices glistening on it. She grabbed the camera and took a shot of it as it sat there.

I grabbed the base of my cock and pointed it towards her and the camera and rubbed it with my fist, which pushed a small drop of cum through the tip to sit on the end. 'Click' went the camera, before it was put down. "Yummy, a little bit more, we can't waste it can we?" Jenny said as she bent down and licked it off. She then reached up and kissed me, sticking her tongue in me and I could taste my cum on her. I couldn't believe how turned on I still was, Jenny was driving me crazy. I kissed her passionately back and licked the spilt cum off her lips and cheek, then dove my tongue inside her mouth again so we could share the taste again.




The Awakening



Last night, I was bound, blindfolded and fucked senseless. 

Last night, I sucked Master's cock in front of a room full of people. Twice. 

Last night, I experienced mind-blowing pleasure like never before, over and over. At one point, I couldn't stop cumming.

Last night, I gave myself over to Master, body and mind, trusting him to take care of me and knowing that it meant I would do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

Today, I wish I could do it all again. And more. 

I am Master's. I know it. He knows it. I occasionally try to struggle against it but truth is hard to deny. Even in my dreams he fucks me hard, bites my nipples, whips me and makes me his. I wake happy.

I really did not expect for all of this to happen. I know my inclinations but I have fought them for a long time. I indulged them ever so briefly before, but the experience was not satisfying because my then partner-in-crime was not really a Dom, though I think he wished he was. Meeting Master in person that first time, sitting with him in his truck, I sensed a palpable difference. It was in the way he spoke - the quiet confidence - and it was in the way he lazily rested his wrists over the steering wheel. It was also in the certainty of his very blue eyes as he told me that he felt I was going to be his and that he knew that this was what I had been looking for. I didn't feel his same assurance, but then I was also shocked at my own behavior...meeting a man I barely knew and then, when he asked to kiss me, I acquiesced not realizing that mere seconds later his kiss would turn me into a molten cum-soaked jello-like mass who spread her legs the moment his hand moved to the waistband of her pants.

I am Master's slut. I am Master's whore. I will do whatever Master wants me to do.

He told me after he knew that if he wanted to I would have let him fuck me in the parking lot where we met, despite the fact it was the middle of the day. He's right, too; I would have. The pleasure of being touched the way he touched me, the dominance I felt in him had me rather hypnotized. My body was also screamingly hungry because it had been months since I had been properly fucked by anyone and, as Master now knows all too well, I have a sex drive that is almost (but only almost) insatiable. Master has determined it takes about eight hours of fucking to wear me out, before I plead for rest. 

Sometimes I long for sleep earlier, but he likes to push me, and I find later I am always happy that he did.

I find it very hard to say "no" to Master, and I find even more often that I do not wish to. He says I am a natural sub. I am seeing more and more that he is right. I never really truly knew this part of myself, and I struggle with it at times, even now. But that is the thinking part of me, the part that is too active for too much of the day and too much of the week. All of my day is filled with decisions and actions, dealing with one thing after another; I am responsible for so many things, so many people, that it can be wearing.

But when I am with Master, it is like taking a deep, calming breath yet at the same time the excitement of being with him makes me quiver. The decisions are his; he will consult me, and respects me, but we both know that he is in charge. Once the blindfold is on, there is only this: only my body in his hands, clenched around his cock, mouth open and willing. There is only his body, his cock. There is only the purple pleasure of O,o, o and again. I often feel like I am almost flying...or I float in a pool of pleasure and my mind thinks of nothing but of pleasing him. Sometimes he'll ask me questions and it's hard to think, hard to answer. I try, but it is as if nothing else exists.

I wish I could spend more time with Master, though the commitments of my everyday life make that challenging. I love being bound and blindfolded more than I can say. I knew I liked being bound for some time, but I never realized that I loved it this much. Years ago, when I was kid, I would often go to sleep with my wrists crossed, wistfully wishing they were bound. I never told anyone about it though, since I recognized that others would think it an odd proclivity. Now, as an adult, I cannot get enough. When I am not with Master, I crave the leather at my wrists and ankles. When I masturbate, I often blindfold myself now...it heightens my awareness of everything else and stops me from being distracted by trivialities of my day...though I always miss him when I do. Now is that I know I am in Master's care, and I truly believe that he would never hurt me or let others hurt me; I feel so very safe when bound and blindfolded. He has made clear that he will push my limitations time and time again...and he has done so, time and time again...but the experiences which follow are powerful and strangely liberating.

Last week, he spanked me over his lap. Hard. I loved it. I craved it again the very next day and every day since then. Pain and pleasure are an enticing combination. The thought of being spanked like that again makes me want to spread my legs right now...I can feel my cunt's wetness already...

The co-ed bathhouse he takes me to...full of its dark corners and strangers...is both a scary and erotic place to be. I like being in Master's arms, hearing another couple in bliss...though it does not happen as often as I would like. I think it is more often that others hear us...or rather...me...since it is I who screams in pleasure and moans in pain and begs for Master to fuck me hard, to fuck his slut, to take me and do whatever he wishes with me. I feel most scared and most alive when he leads me down dark hallways and I don't know what we might find or what he might do to me along the way.

There was a time that Master sat me on a leather couch there, kissed me and as others filed quietly into the room, he spread my soft, pale thighs and fingered me. He tells me next time, when the timing is right, he'll fuck me there, make me cum in front of strangers and show me off. The prospect both scares and excites me, but I know afterward I will crave doing it again and again.

I don't know where this path will lead me. This is all still very new to me, and I am still trying to work through the fact that I can be a strong individual in my everyday life, and yet so very submissive sexually. I have discovered that the best pleasure comes when I give myself over to him...when I hold back we both know it, and neither of us is really satisfied. I look forward to the things we will try even though I suspect some of them will make me breathless with anxiety at the mere thought.

I am Master's slut. I am Master's whore. I will do whatever Master wants me to do.



The Awakening



by Shinzon and Barenecessity

"My office now," he pointed. Rachel hurriedly moved into his office hoping to minimize the raised eyebrows from the secretarial pool. Dan followed, slamming the door shut behind them. 

Before Rachel could utter a single word, he moved towards her, pressing her hard against the large executive desk. His hands immediately slid up under her skirt and along her outer thighs. Flabbergasted by his boldness, Rachel's heart raced wildly. She gasped as he grabbed her moistened panties and pulled them roughly down in one swift motion. 

Rachel struggled, stepping out of her panties hesitantly. She started to protest but was quickly stifled. 

"Shush," Dan commanded sharply. 

A few muffled sounds escaped her lips as his palm clamped firmly across her mouth.

"We've talked, flirted and teased long enough," he added. "We both want and need this."

Riveted by the hunger in his eyes, Rachel nodded her head in affirmation. 

Over the last year, she had watched their relationship grow. She had witnessed this man purposefully destroy her raised barriers, one by one. With patience and subtlety, he had torn her carefully built fortress asunder. At times, Dan's approach had been confusing as it often sent a mixed message; however, today his intentions were unmistakable. He wanted her as his lover.

He had finally made his move. Right now all she could think about was him—nothing else mattered; not his marriage, not their jobs; nothing. She needed him just like she needed air, water, soil and sun. Now their desires would be satisfied together and she desperately wanted that which only he could provide. Instinctively, Rachel's eyes closed halfway as lust began to fill her. 

As he lifted her up onto the desk, she halfheartedly struggled against him, but he was too strong for her. When he pushed her backwards, her skirt rode up high, exposing her glistening pussy lips. He knew she was ready and lowered his head between her legs, licking the full length of her hot throbbing cunt.

Rachel gasped as he inserted one, then two fingers into her vagina. With each stroke, shivers of excitement raced through her body. As his thumb bumped against her clitoris, Rachel thrashed about on the desk. Her moans mounted, growing louder as he vigorously fingered her and aggressively licked and massaged her swollen clit. 

Without warning, Dan stopped abruptly. He took her hand, guiding it to her pussy. 

"Now finish what I started, I want to see you make yourself cum!" he ordered. 

Although she was not a subservient woman by nature, the command demanded her obedience. Still Rachel hesitated. 

"Be quick about it, cause lunch time is almost over," he added.

Ordinarily such a thing would have turned her off but the requester was no ordinary man. There was uniqueness about Dan ... something about him called to her very soul. She didn't quite understand exactly what it was, or why it existed but right there and then she knew she would do anything for him.

Rachel's breathing was more than a little ragged as she watched Dan resting directly in front of her. Tentatively, she started to rub her swollen lips. Her moistened fingers slid easily over her tender and sensitive labia. She was so much in need.

His intense gaze excited her more and more and the scent of her womanhood quickly soon flooded the room. She gasped loudly, letting out an involuntary moan as the sensitivity of her body craved release. Unfortunately, knowing Dan was watching such an intimate act and savouring her discomfort prevented her from realizing a full climax. 

After her breathing slowed, Rachel eased herself from the table. With a grimace of disgust, she slipped her wet panties back on. 

"Well, Miss Hathaway, we certainly have a dilemma don't we? If I let you work in those wet panties you'll surely be distracted all day. I can imagine you squirming from the discomfort and that will never do. I think you should go immediately and take them off."

"Dan ...?"

Flushed with embarrassment at her dismissal, Rachel brushed past him on the way out. Dan caught her by the waist, pulling her tightly against him. As his lips tenderly brushed her neck, she could feel his hardened member press into the small of her back. She moaned softly as he blew his hot breath along the moistened skin. 

His hands roamed upward along her arms. She leaned her head backwards, nuzzling against his chest as he toyed with the straps of her top. Slowly and gently he eased them off her shoulders, exposing her soft full breasts, cupped by a silk mocha-colored Balconette bra.

"Umm, lovely," he moaned into her ear, beholding her beauty. 

He had been away for a few days and missed her immensely. The very sight of her stirred the longings of his heart. He ached to rip the lingerie off and take her there and then. Instead, Dan traced his fingertips along the intricate lace which detailed the cups. He growled deeply as he envisioned himself enjoying her full breasts; his palms running over and under her nipples before caressing them with his fingertips. Damn, he desperately wanted her succulent nipples in his warm mouth. 

"Dan ...," moaned Rachel as his palms brushed lightly over her warm voluptuous skin. 

Rachel's scent mixed with her a hint of light perfume was driving him insane; his senses were on the verge of becoming overloaded. 'With an afternoon full of meetings, now was not the time to lose control,' he thought. Knowing they would demand his immediate attention, he eased himself away from her, and playfully swatted her on the arse.

"Off with you now, I have some work to do this afternoon. Don't forget to take care of your panty problem," Dan chuckled.

"And whose damn fault is that?" Rachel grinned as she adjusted her top. She looked over her right shoulder giving him a pouty look as she headed for the door.

"Oh by the way Miss Hathaway, you'll need to put in a little overtime this evening. My office at 1800 and don't be late!" 

"Yes sir! hmmmm...how long will I be required?" she asked.

"I would estimate that your presence will be required until 2000, give or take."

"Ok, I can book a cab home in advance if you are sure you won't need me beyond that," Rachel replied.

Dan looked up over his glasses at Rachel. 

"Miss Hathaway, I don't like to make a habit of repeating myself. I will need you from 1800-2000. Is that clear?"

Rachel raised an eyebrow, lifting her face, chin jutting defiantly. "Yes, Mr. Reynolds, perfectly clear!"

Whirling on her heels, she exited swiftly. "Bastard!" she muttered barely audibly. "Let's see just how focused and driven he really is."

Her hips swayed gently as she walked slowly and deliberately to her work station. She smiled, knowing he'd get an eyeful as her pencil skirt hugged her hips and buttocks tightly with ever step. As she reached her desk, she was still smarting from Dan's attitude so she turned up the heat a little by bending over real slow, low at the waist, pretending to retrieve something from her handbag.

At 38 she was one of the older members of the support staff, but her well defined assets and natural personality kept her well on the radar of every hot-blooded male in the office. Rachel knew for a fact the deep V split in the back of her skirt acted like a set of runway beacon lights. While others may have been getting a show, her performance was for one man and one man only. As she made a show of rummaging amongst her belongings, she could feel his eyes on the curve of her arse. 

Taking her time, she straightened up and eased seductively into her chair. Using her hips, she swiveled herself into position directly in front of her computer. Rachel smiled as she carefully observed Dan from the corner of her eye. Oh, she had caught and held his attention alright. She smiled to herself as his eyes appraised her from top to bottom, surveying the long dark thick hair framing her freshly tanned face, the curvature of full breasts and her shapely long legs.

She straightened her back, allowing her breasts to swell a little for effect. Deliberately, she met his gaze and slowly but seductively crossed her legs. The sound of her phone ringing broke the interplay between them as she answered the call.

"Mr. Reynolds", Rachel motioned to the receiver, "Your wife is on line 1...."

After a brief conversation with his wife, Dan continued to stare at Rachel, pondering his feelings for her. He had started this now and there was no going back.

Since joining the company a year ago, she had been quite instrumental in helping him get accustomed to this strange but fascinating country. Despite the many similarities between the US and the UK, there were tremendous cultural differences. Fortunately, the company had provided an extremely competent secretary—one who had patiently helped him learn the ropes of the British business culture whilst keeping him from making a total fool of himself. Because of her, he felt more grounded and at peace with his new life.

Rachel's confidence, energy and down to earth mannerisms had impressed him from the start and there was no denying the chemistry between them. Over time, he quickly discovered these things were merely the tip of the iceberg. Underneath the fiercely proud and independent exterior, lay a very sensual woman—a woman he'd come to know, understand and care for quite deeply. Her sexuality called to him, guiding him like a beacon whilst challenging him at the same time. Although her defenses had been quite formidable, he, slowly over time, had penetrated them all. Dan knew she was his for the taking; he sensed it with every fiber of his being. 

*************

That evening Rachel arrived promptly at 1800 as ordered. Her mind raced uncontrollably as she walked into his office. She had waited so long for Dan to make his move, but now she was almost in fear—what had she awakened within. Her heart thumped rapidly as her mind explored the possibilities. 'Was this really a good move to be making in her position?'

"Shut the door Miss Hathaway and pull the blinds on the windows," Dan requested sharply. 

Rachel nervously complied with his instructions and walked slowly over to the mahogany desk.

"Now turn around and let me see if you followed my previous instructions," he commanded. 

"Dan???", she questioned confused. Dan's only response was to motion for her to turn around.

Rachel turned slowly facing away. With her back to her boss, Dan rose from his swivel chair quietly, approaching her like a tiger seeking its prey. As she felt him draw near, she caught a whiff of his cologne. She was unfamiliar with the particular brand, but she loved the blended sleek aromas—masculine but not overdone. Mesmerized by the moment, Rachel flinched as his hands touched her. She inhaled sharply as his strong hands rubbed across her derrière. Satisfied, he turned her around.

"Good, Miss Hathaway, I'm glad to see you can follow orders," he said. "It gives us a foundation to build upon."

Rachel's eyes widened imperceptibly, wondering exactly what that meant.

"I think we have some unfinished business Miss Hathaway," he said. "I didn't quite get my fill earlier. You do realize having an unhappy boss is not in your best interest, don't you?" he chuckled.

By way of response, Rachel merely nodded her head nervously, acknowledging his intent.

"Now before we get started I want your panties," he commanded.

"What?" she questioned, raising her voice audibly.

His intense glare made her rapidly recall his rather harsh admonishment earlier. Reluctantly, she pulled them out of her purse and handed them to him. He quickly brought them to his nostrils and inhaled sharply. 

"Ummm, the musky smell of your pussy juice is invigorating, especially knowing those secretions are a direct result of me." 

Rachel's face reddened. "Dan, what's gotten into you?"

He slipped her panties into his pocket. 

"Now, shall we continue where we left off or would you rather go home?" he questioned.

She retorted, "Like all Americans, too cock sure of yourself!" 

'Stay or run!' thought Rachel. Her pride kicked in and she defiantly headed for the door. 

After two steps in that direction, she felt a strong hand encircle her arm with an ironclad grip. Before she could utter a word in protest, Dan pulled her roughly to him, pressing his lips to hers. Rachel couldn't remember when she had been kissed with such intensity ... such authority ... such desire. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues entwined.

His hands roamed across her blouse, exploring her body as their kisses deepened. Her breathing labored as the buttons of her blouse were hurriedly undone. She sighed loudly as his hands slipped inside, cupping her breasts. The defiance in her eyes rapidly diminished as he caressed her soft skin.

Dan reached behind her to unhook her bra. As her breasts sprang free from their confinement, he promptly seized them. Rachel grasped the edge of desk with both hands trembling as he kneaded her tender flesh. She moaned louder and louder as he tweaked her nipples, rolling them back and forth between his thumbs and fingers, occasionally pinching them.

Dan lowered his head, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth. She arched her back, moaning deeply as he suckled away. Rachel melted into him—it had been so long and she ached to be fucked. 

Rachel's hands ran through Dan's thick wavy hair as he slid a hand under her skirt. His strong hand squeezed her bare arse, before sliding across the back of her thighs. His hands roamed freely over her legs, stroking her inner thighs firmly as he worked his fingers upward. She moaned as his fingers brushed across the folds of her pussy. He fueled her passion as he stroked her outer lips, gently pulling and massaging them. Rachel gasped and looked up into his eyes enthralled by the intense pleasure of his hand. 

"Please, put your fingers inside me," she pleaded.

Dan teased her by dipping the tip of his middle finger inside her, giving her a taste of what was to come. She squirmed against him, trying to get him to go deeper but he controlled her perfectly, giving her what she needed when it suited him. He ran his teeth across her nipple biting her as the first of two fingers slid inside her completely.

"Oh, shit yes!" she moaned.

Dan fingered her hot little pussy hard, getting her more excited by the second. He pulled back from her, placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up onto the desk. He quickly slid her skirt up over her hips, exposing her nakedness.

Dan knelt in front of her, parted her thighs and buried his face between her legs. She squirmed beneath him as he tenderly nibbled on her inner thighs. When his lips finally touched her pussy, she bucked wildly, arching her pelvis upward pressing herself hard against his mouth. Dan hungrily lapped at her juices; his tongue parting and probing.

He masterfully found all the right spots. Rachel eagerly watched as he licked her vaginal opening, running his tongue around the entrance with gentle circular motions. She quivered with need as he ran the flat of his tongue up and down the full length of her inner labia. With each stroke, Dan glazed over her clitoris adding to her intense pleasure. 

Rachel's face flushed as he probed her needy cunt. Waves of pleasure flooded her body as he tongue fucked her. She wrapped her legs around his neck and squeezed tightly driving his hot tongue further into her love tunnel. 

She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans as his tongue thrust rapidly inside her. But it was a futile effort. 

"Oh god yes," she hissed as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

"Take it ... suck it ... bite it ... use it, you bastard," she panted barely able to speak. 

She thrust her hips uncontrollably as Dan had his way with her. His tongue and fingers drove her closer and closer towards the brink of ecstasy. Her breathing deepened and became ragged as a series of rhythmic contractions began. Her fingers tightened in his hair as her body rode the waves of her orgasm.

"Damn it Dannnnn ... mmmm" 

She held him firmly in place. With the volume of juices flowing from her body, she knew his face must be soaked. Undeterred, he continued to lick her clit gently, flicking his tongue slowly up and down, back and forth whilst his hands quickly undid his belt, unfastened his trousers and unzipped the fly. 

His pants fell downward pooling around his ankles as he rose. Without hesitation, he pulled her close to the desk's edge, parting her thighs in one fluid movement. He swiftly pulled his boxers down freeing his engorged member. Driven by lust, he immediately positioned the tip of his manhood against her slippery slit, coating the head with her wetness. Then he roughly buried himself deep inside her with a single hard thrust. 

"Fuck ...," cried both of them in unison as he filled her.

Dan had not let himself go in a long, long time. Unlike home, there were no artificial boundaries here. He was free to be himself—the need for pretense didn't exist. He growled deeply, knowing his carnal appetite could finally be satisfied. 

"Oh dear god ... fuck me," Rachel screamed out as her body trembled with need. "Use me you bastard, make me yours." 

Rachel's cries and moans were like gasoline to a fire, explosively fueling his desire. He pulled her legs up, resting her ankles onto his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her legs tight as he pounded her savagely. Fully rampant, he stoked the internal fires of her desire, fucking her hard and fast. 

Her contracting muscles squeezed his cock, signaling her impending release. As the shockwaves of pleasure hit, Rachel grabbed his well-defined biceps for support; her body shuddered from the series of violent spasms. 

"I'm cumming ... Dan....ohhhhhhhhhh ...," she cried.

Dan lost all control as her pussy sucked the semen from his balls. His head swam and his eyes rolled back as his cum found its release. He cried out, deep and guttural as he bucked hard against her. His body trembled from the powerful surge; his cock swelled and jerked wildly as his seed jetted forth, spurt after spurt. 

*************

"Shall I talk first, or shall you?" Rachel's voice drifted up as she inclined her head to look at him.

"Humm, why talk when we can do this instead. Dan responded, his breathing still heavy. 

Dan lowered his head and kissed her skin just below her nipples. Soft feather light kisses were followed by long deliberate licks along the bottom edge of her breasts. Rachel sighed as his gentle kisses traveled downward, inching their way toward her belly button. While continuing to kiss her softly, his hands slid under her bent legs, rubbing the soft underside of her buttocks. 

Rachel moaned as his lips found her belly button. She giggled as his tongue played gently with her navel, dancing around the rim before wiggling inside. As he continued to caress her buttocks, his fingers rubbed her inner thighs, crawling closer and closer to her moist centre. 

Dan's senses reeled as he smelled her freshly fucked pussy, tasted the saltiness of her sweaty skin, and felt her respond to his gentle caress. Invigorated by the sensory input, he lowered his head further, opened his mouth and took his first taste of their combined juices.

"Oh god, you dirty sod," gasped Rachel as she watched Dan go down on her. 

"Like licking honey from a pot," he chuckled, licking her thoroughly from her anus to her clit.

Lost in the moment, she threw her head back, closed her eyes and locked her thighs around his head. Her need grew with each caress of his tongue. She cried out in bliss as he applied more pressure, licking, lapping and then swallowing the mixture of their juices. 

"Lick it up baby," she groaned as she spread her legs further giving him full access. "Savour every drop."




The Awakening



"I want you to cum in my mouth," he ordered.

"Make me," she challenged.

The scent of her cunt drove Dan into a frenzy. He spread her pussy lips with his fingers and dove down again, fucking her in and out, back and forth with his tongue. His fingers soon replaced his tongue as he locking his lips on her clit.

"AAAHAHH", she screamed as he rubbed her clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Yes ... Yes ... Yes.. There...Right there...Oh my god, yes", she panted as he ran his teeth lightly over her swollen love button.

Rachel grabbed his head with her hands and squeezed her thighs firmly against his face. Her heart palpitated wildly as her orgasm exploded, sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body. As her climax peaked, her body bucked and ground against his face. He felt her muscles contracting around his fingers as he eased them into her, gently fucking her, not allowing her to rest. Dan eagerly lapped her nectar as it flowed freely into his hungry mouth. Dan continued to play with her, forcing even more sweetness from her body. He licked at her gently as her spasms subsided then he slowly slid his fingers away. 

With her legs still spread, he stood up, held out his hand and pulled her up into a sitting position. He placed his cum soaked fingers to her lips so she too could taste their combined juices. She sucked his fingers clean and then tasted herself on his lips. She hungered for more. 

He lifted her from the table and stood before her. Rachel looked up into his eyes searching. She had waited a lifetime for a man like Dan and was unashamed in her enjoyment with him. Yet, she was a little unsure where Dan stood. 

For the first time in a very long time, Dan felt alive, really alive. She had awakened the real man inside—a man he needed to be. 

As he looked down into her doe-like eyes, he sensed her apprehensiveness. 

He pulled her close, held her tightly and whispered, "Honey, we've only just begun!"

Rachel looked up into his eyes as a large, contented smile slowly formed on her lips.



** All characters are fictitious in this story and no reference is intended to any person living or otherwise. **



The Awakening



My dad had always wanted a son and he wound up with me. Mom couldn't have any more children after me, so he had to settle on a daughter. Dad always pushed sports and "manly" things on me and there was a constant feeling of competition embedded in me and I always strove to out-compete all the boys as I grew up. 

They named me Andrea, but dad called me Andy and it stuck, Mom tried to make me feminine, but finally succumbed to dad's wishes and other than wearing panties, she had no other influence. Dad's study was full of the sport's trophies I had won and he and I were close. I never really thought of myself as being female, even as I began my periods and my breasts began to develop, although they remained fairly small. 

My cousin Jim always tried to best me, but he just couldn't quite do it. We became inseparable as we became best friends, we would go fishing together all summer long. In the summer of our senior year, we decided to head up to the lake for the weekend to camp and fish and our parents were all for it, as they never saw us as any more than two "boys" having some fun. 

Jim loaded the camping gear and we set off, getting to the lake about sundown. I set up the tent, and Jim unloaded the truck and then we both sat the boat in the water and tied it to the small tree at the water's edge. We lit a campfire and cooked some hamburger we had brought with us and had a nice dinner. We went to bed as the fire died and lay there talking about how much we had accomplished over the years. 

He was jealous of my many sports trophies and I was jealous of his academic accomplishments and the fact that he could do sports and school equally as well, I was a little average when it came to the school work. We drifted off to sleep and woke to a beautiful sunshiny day and we made some breakfast and got ready for the fish, "Lookout fish, here we come," Jim said as we climbed into the boat. 

We rowed out and fished a couple of spots and didn't have much luck and Jim headed to the cove, his lucky spot. We teased back and forth over who would catch the most fish and splashed water on each other. Jim caught an 8 pound bass and held it up to me, "Too bad Andy, looks like you got some fishing to do to beat that," I looked at it, "It will look like a guppy when I catch mine," and grinned at him. 

He put it on the stringer and back into the water and recast his line. Soon, I got a bite and hooked it and began reeling it in. The fish broke the surface as it neared the boat and it was huge! I yelled at Jim to get the net and stood up to pull my fish in. He pushed me over and said, "Just grab him with your hands!" and laughed so loud. 

I stared at him from the water, "You prick, I lost him. You did that on purpose!" "Can't win them all Andy," he shot back, "C'mon, I'll help you back in," and reached his hand out to me. I reached up and grabbed his hand and pulled him in too, and laughed as he broke the surface. He came up and we both laughed our asses off and then he climbed into the boat and he reached out to pull me in the boat. 

"Come on back in Jim, it's great!" I shot at him and as I neared the boat with my back to him, he reached under my arms and grabbed me around the chest and lifted me into the boat. As he lifted, his hands rested on my tits and my nipples were hard from the cold water and the T-shirt offered little resistance. When he had me back in the boat, she just sat there with his hands on my tits for a couple of seconds and then turned me loose and sat back. "I'm sorry Andy," he said, "I shouldn't have done that." 

I looked at him, "It's ok Jim, don't worry about it," and he seemed to stare at my nipples sticking out as the T-shirt clung to my tits. I got my extra rod and baited it and cast it out and every time I looked, I could see he was staring at my nipples and when I caught him, he would quickly look away. The conversation was light as we fished, and he caught two more fish and I only caught one small one. 

We headed back to the campsite after several hours and got fresh clothes and headed to the showers. It was an old campground and the showers had been built many years ago and the walls were not too thick. I stood there with the water running over me and I heard his shower running as well. I washed my hair and began soaping myself and as my hands ran over my tits, my nipples got hard again and I thought about Jim's hands on them and how it had felt nice. 

I never really thought about guys, I guess because I had always considered myself one. I closed my eyes as my hands rubbed my tits and I could see Jim's face and all his staring at them in the boat and I had a strange sensation in my crotch as it began to tingle and it was really very pleasant. One of my hands drifted to my crotch and began to slowly rub across my opening, and I felt really warm all over and I let a finger dip just inside and it was like a fire consumed me as I fell back against the shower wall. 

It was like every part of me was tingling and burning all at once, and as it passed, I noticed a warm fluid oozing from down there. I had never had an orgasm before and assumed that was what it was, I had taken sex ed, so I was no dummy, but I just never thought that much about it before. I heard some noises from Jim's shower and noticed a small hole in the wall by the shower that was covered with a towel which had fallen in my moment of pleasure. 

I inched up to it and I could see someone moving through the hole. I got closer and peeked through and there was Jim, showering! I watched as he stood with his back to me and I could see his hand moving and in a second he turned and saw his cock as he stroked it with his hand. I had seen pictures, but had never seen a real one. He stroked his cock faster and faster and I became infatuated with it as he jacked it, it was fairly long and had a nice curve to it and then I saw his testicles hanging there and he massaged them with his other hand as he jacked off. 

I felt myself getting warm all over again as I watched him jack his cock and soon, he moaned a several streams of a white liquid shot from the head of it. He continued jacking until no more liquid came out and then leaned back against the shower wall and caught his breath. When he had recovered, he washed his cock off and I saw him turn the water off and reach for his towel. 

I hung the towel back over the hole and cut the water off and dried off and got dressed. Jim, was fixing dinner when I got back to the campsite and I helped him and then we sat and ate in almost total silence. I kept catching Jim looking at me all through dinner and then he said again, "Andy, I'm sorry about earlier," I smiled at him, "It's ok Jim, didn't feel too bad." and I watched as his mouth dropped a little. 

We did the dishes and took a walk along the lake shore and enjoyed the evening air, it was quite warm. We talked about how the high school was going to miss it's two star players as we headed off to college in the fall and about how much fun we had growing up together. 

He turned to look at me and I could sense he wanted to say something, but was afraid to and he stammered around and then said, "Race you back!" and took off. I ran as hard as I could to catch him and as we got near the campsite, I caught up to him, "Never saw the day you could beat me, Jim!" as I overtook him. As we reached the campsite, he tackled me and we rolled on the grass wrestling. We wrestled back and forth and as we did, my T-shirt rolled up and my naked tits were exposed. 

He sat on top of me, pinning my shoulders down, "I win!" he said and then he saw my exposed tits and went silent. He stared for a long time and I just lay there with him straddling me and then he bent his head down and took my tit in his mouth and sucked on it. I could feel his cock growing against me as he swirled his tongue around my nipple. It felt good having his mouth on my tit and I closed my eyes and stopped struggling. 

He went from one tit to the other, gently sucking on them. All of the sudden he stopped and my eyes flew open, "I'm sorry Andy, really I am," he said as he looked into my eyes. He released his grip on my arms and started to get off me and I threw my arms around him and held him there and pulled his head back to my tits and he started sucking on them again. "I really like it Jim, " I whispered as he sucked my chest. I could feel his cock getting ever harder as he continued to suck on my tits and I reached down between us and stroked it through his jeans. 

"Don't you think we should go to the tent, Jim? someone could see us," I asked and he stopped, though I could tell he didn't want to. He pulled me up and we headed for the tent as I pulled my T-shirt back over my tits. I was excited and would have let him go on, but there were a few campers nearby and didn't want them to catch us, he was after all my cousin. 

He kissed me after we got into the tent and I had never kissed a guy before and didn't know how. I felt his tongue against my teeth and finally figured that I should open my mouth and his tongue slid in and explored my mouth and tongue as his arms encircled my back and he rubbed my shoulder blades. I could feel his erection again, pushing into me and reached down and stroked it again. We kissed and stood there like that for what seemed an eternity and then we broke apart and he looked into my eyes as I stroked his cock through his jeans. 

He pulled at my T-shirt and took it over my head and let it drop and went back to my tits and caressed them and then took a nipple in his mouth. As he brought himself back up, I pulled his T-shirt over his head too and he pulled me to him. My hard nipples against the light growth of hair on his chest tingled as he kissed me again and his tongue slid into my mouth. He reached down and unbuckled and unzipped my jeans and they fell to my ankles and his hand stroked me over my sensitive pussy through my panties and he and I both moaned into each other's mouths. 

I moved and stepped out of my jeans and kicked them off to the side and then he pushed my panty crotch to the side and I felt his fingers and my mound and it sent waves through me, as he slowly pushed his finger inside me. He pushed very slowly, expecting to meet my hymen, but I had lost it during a football game when I got tackled hard, and he slowly got the length of his finger in me and started moving it in and out. I had never had feelings like this before and my tits pushed against his chest as he finger fucked me and a strange warmth came over me. 

I fumbled for his jeans and unbuckled them after some work and unzipped them and they fell to the floor, I reached inside his shorts and felt his hard cock for the first time. It felt so smooth against my fingers and as I reached the head, there was a little bit of hot fluid there and I felt it's texture. It was a little sticky, but felt good on my fingers and I went back to stroking his cock as I had watched him do in the shower. I wrapped my fingers around it and slid my hand up and down it's length. It jumped and it scared me, but I didn't stop as I slowly massaged it's length. 

He stopped his kiss and asked me to take my panties off and lay back on the sleeping bag and he withdrew his finger from me and I took my hand off of him and peeled my panties off and lay down. I watched him as he took his shorts off and stared at his beautiful cock, illuminated by the bright moon. 

He got on his knees and crawled between my legs and put his mouth to my pussy and it felt like heaven as his tongue pierced me. My legs instinctively came up and rested on the bottoms of my feet and opened wide to invite more of his warm tongue. His tongue roamed through my hot pussy and I started to buck as his tongue hit my clitoris and another orgasm flashed through me. He brought me to two more orgasms as he expertly dined on my pussy and I felt like a flood was erupting from my loins. 

As I lay there, feeling like was on top of the world, he brought his mouth to mine and we kissed again and I tasted myself for the first time. Then he climbed up and straddled my chest and his beautiful prick was before me and I marveled at it's size and the glistening pre cum on it's head. "I've never seen a penis before Jim, much less sucked on one, but I want to," I said and he inched it to my mouth and I licked the pre cum off it's head. It was salty, but didn't taste too bad and I licked over the head and slowly closed my lips around it and sucked like sucking through a straw. He moaned as I did and pushed more of it into my mouth and I sucked it in. 

Soon, his knees were astride my head and he began to push and pull his cock in and out of my mouth as his hands went behind him and he stroked my tits. He pushed more and more of his cock into my mouth and I struggled to accept it until he hit the back of my mouth and gagged and he pulled back. As I started to suck again, he surmised that everything was ok and knew how far he could enter my mouth as he slowly rocked back and forth. 

I felt his hands on my tits start to tighten and his cock grew in my mouth and then I felt the hot fluid squirt into my mouth and I swallowed it as fast as I could. He seemed to cum more than he had in the shower and I struggled to swallow it down as he slowly relaxed and sat back on my chest. I licked the head of his cock off and he pulled it out and I lay there watching it glisten in the moon light as I smiled up at him. 

"Did I do alright, Jim?" I asked as he looked down at me. 

"You were fucking fantastic Andy, especially since it was your first blow job," and he slid down and kissed me again. As we kissed, I could feel his cock growing against my thigh, he smiled at me. "I'd like to fuck you Andy, but I don't have any condoms," and he looked so disappointed. 

"I'm on the pill Jim," and his eyes lit up, "Mom insisted, two years ago," and I smiled. 

He slid down and with a very pleased look, began to eat me once again as my legs spread wide and my mind clouded again. My mind reeled as once again my body was wracked with another intense orgasm and my legs clamped around Jim's head. As my orgasm died, Jim crawled up and guided his cock to my entrance and slowly pushed it in. My pussy had never had anything but a finger to this point, and his cock felt so huge! As he slowly inserted it I struggled to accept it's size and when he had it all in me, he stopped and held it there so I could adjust to it. 

He kissed me and his tongue was bathing mine and i felt so relaxed and then he began to move it back and forward and it felt incredible! I could feel myself tightening against it's shaft as he pushed and pulled it in and out, "Oh Andy, you're so fucking tight!" he screamed and picked up his pace. He dropped his head to my tits and I ran my fingers through his hair as his wonderful cock filled me up, emptied me and filled me up again, over and over again. 

I crossed my ankles on his back and he pumped harder and I felt his cock grow inside of me and he let out a yell and I felt his hot cum filling my insides and soon I came too, pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts as my mind seemed to explode. He collapsed on top of me and we lay there and I could feel his cock slipping out of me and then I could feel his cum running down over my ass. He kissed me and we embraced for what seemed like an eternity.

"We should take a shower," he said and I thought about it and said, "Let's go skinny dipping!" And a big smile came to his face and he peeked outside and most of the other campers had gone to bed, so he took my hand and we ran to the lake and jumped in. We came up and embraced each other and kissed and relished our recently found attraction. We had incredible sex again on the shore and then in the water and we slept naked, in each other's arms all night long. 

We headed home the next day and vowed to keep this between us, lest our parents find out. Jim and I had many more outings that summer and our parents were never the wiser. Jim even changed colleges so we could still see each other and I found the meaning of womanhood that weekend with my cousin Jim at the lake, I had awakened.



The Awakening



I guess it may have been because of my mother—and of the strange beliefs my grandmother formed around her. Up until the time my grandmother's ill health coincided with me being old enough to go to college, I'd been kept in the dark about so many things. I knew that my mother must have done some really, really bad things from the way that my grandmother just tightened up, crossing her arms under her bust and screwing up her face and pursing her lips like she did any time that I asked about my mother. And let's not even talk about asking about my father. I learned early on that it wasn't a topic to bring up.

"Just go down the street and point out any man you see," Grandma would say in that tight voice of hers. And she'd be looking hard at Grandpa like he was just one more man on the street. He'd look away then, rustling that newspaper he was always reading, and mutter, "Let's just not go there, Marie. Remember your heart."

But my mother. I knew that they knew who my mother was, because she was their daughter. That was how I was their grandson. But they treated us like we were total opposites. And it was only recently that I realized that this was the goal: to make us total opposites. Any mention of my mother at all instantly brought tension into the room. She seemed always to be there, lurking somewhere, even though I didn't even know what she looked like. There was nothing in the house that physically could be associated with her. And the only time I asked Grandpa about her, he turned a stony face to me, peering from around the side of a newspaper page, and said, "Your mother is dead to us, son. We will not speak of that again."

Grandma, though, cleared that up. My mother wasn't really dead dead. She just was somewhere doing something that Grandma didn't want to talk about. And it was quite obvious that it was something I didn't need to know about—and certainly wouldn't be doing as long as I was in her house and with my feet under her table.

Other than that sore topic, though, my grandparents—well, mostly my grandmother—doted on me. Whereas nothing in the house spoke of my mother, at every turn there was a photograph of me: me seeing the Christmas tree for the first time; me on my first bicycle, with grandpa standing there, holding me upright and making me think I was doing that all by myself; Grandma putting a birthday cake in front of me. The weird thing about those photographs, though—and I only recently noticed that—was that the photographs were always just me—or me with either Grandma or Grandpa. There were no other people in my life. Not even any friends my own age. Maybe that's why later I gravitated to older men. I'd grown up with only old people around me.

That had been the way it was until I was ready to go off to college—which was only something that came to pass after a knock-down, drag-out fight between my grandparents, where Grandpa was saying that I couldn't be kept close all of my life and Grandma only seeing his point when she collapsed and Grandpa had to call in paramedics. When she was strong enough for them to talk again, Grandpa used her ailment to drive home his point, and Grandma just turned her face to the wall and didn't say another word.

Even then, though, I only went to the nearby junior college this past year. Up until then I'd been homeschooled.

I wasn't totally dumb about what my mother was doing that Grandma didn't like—or what growing up was all about. I'd done some experimenting, finding out all by myself what my body was about and how to gain pleasure from it. Of course I knew it was a forbidden pleasure—at least where my grandparents were concerned—and that it had something to do with my mother being a bad person. But it was only late in the summer that I realized that it wasn't just something I had invented—for myself—and then only because it gave me relief from some pent-up feelings.

This came about because of the slow awakening to the world that my grandfather was initiating. After getting Grandma to agree to letting me go on to college—and it wasn't because she wasn't doing a good job of schooling me, because I passed the entrance exams with flying colors even if it only was a community junior college—Grandpa also declared that I would have to help pay for the education, so I'd have to get a summer job. Where Grandma had been good about the textbook part of the schooling, Grandpa had been equally good at making sure that I grew up strong and trim. We had a basement gym room and he insisted that I follow an exercise and strength-training routine almost from the time I could walk. It was natural, then, that he set me up in a job where I would get good exercise.

He bought me two professional-level mowing machines—a big one for open stretches and a narrow one for trimming areas—and other equipment I would need to set up a lawn-mowing business. I started by offering to do work in the neighborhood and then branched out farther when I found that people were happy to pay someone else to mow their lawns while they went off to the gym.

What this is all leading up to, though, is Mr. Crabtree down the block—the football coach at the local high school I didn't get to go to. Now, he was certainly someone who could do his own lawn. He was always exercising and keeping his body toned and fit, and he was outside and on the field all summer getting guys ready to play football in the fall. So, mowing his own lawn would have been a lot cheaper than paying to go to a gym. But I guess he didn't see it that way.

I almost just bypassed his house when I was drumming up business, figuring he did his own lawn or, more likely, he got his football players to do it. But he jumped at my offer to do it. I mean really jumped at the idea. He was all smiles and glad handing and gushing about what a great idea it was and how in shape I looked and how he wondered how we could have been living in the same neighborhood all these years and never have come into contact.

* * * *

A lot of my customers this summer have been really friendly to me, but none more so than Mr. Crabtree. He always seems to be home when I come to mow, even though I know he is busy at school with summer practices. And he always insists that I come up on his back porch and have a cold drink and cool down after I've done the mowing. It's really been hot this summer, out there mowing. So hot that I was going through a lot of T-shirts, sweating, while I mowed. After the first couple of weeks Grandma complained about all of the extra washing she had to do and how stinky my work clothes were—so I began mowing shirtless. None of my customers complain, so I just keep on doing it.

Mr. Crabtree always has offered me a beer after I've mown, and I've always had to turn him down. I'm really not old enough in our town to be drinking beer and Grandma would have had a cow to hear that I drank anything alcoholic. Mr. Crabtree teases me about it, but he then goes back inside and comes out with a glass of lemonade or iced tea or Coke or something.

He's always done that: offered me the beer and then had to go back inside the house for something else for me to drink. The second time he did it was the first time I noticed that he had magazines sitting on the table next to the chair I sat on on the porch. When I first noticed them, I thought they had something to do with physical education—and thought it was natural that Mr. Crabtree would have magazines like that. But when I looked closer, I saw that they weren't like that at all. They had photographs of guys. And they didn't have a stitch on. Some of the photos were of just one guy, but others were of guys like wrestling with each other or something.

The third time I mowed his lawn, I couldn't help it. I looked closer at those magazines. They weren't just wrestling.

Well, that set my mind going, I'll tell you. And it had an effect on parts of me other than my mind too. I found myself looking around to see if Mr. Crabtree was coming back and listening for signs that he was. He's been taking an ever-longer time getting my drinks, though, so it's giving me a chance to look at those magazines more closely. Last week I thought maybe he'd caught me looking at them. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw some movement in the window, in what I think is his dining room, out onto the porch, but when I turned to look there, I didn't see anything but what looked like the back of a dining room chair—and ruffling curtains.

After cutting his grass since then, though, I've been going home and going straight to the shower. Now while I shower, I think about those photographs I'm seeing in his magazines. And I'm taking care of myself. Since seeing those photographs, I've had more of that tension than ever before, and I look for relief. I wasn't taught shit about sex education, but I've discovered some things myself. And there's the Internet to help. And I've found that those photographs I saw on Mr. Crabtree's porch don't just come in magazines.

I know now what I'm doing, because I've looked it up. I'm masturbating, or, in more crude terms, jacking off. I didn't know anything about that sort of stuff before. It's nothing that my Grandma covered in her homeschooling and nothing that Grandpa has ever mentioned either. I haven't brought it up myself, because it's very clear to me that it's tied up in whatever badness my mother is doing—and any subject bordering on that sets my Grandma right off. I don't think her heart can take that sort of irritation anymore.

* * * *

Miss Rogers, my English teacher, has asked me to come to her office at school after class today. She asked me while I was standing there at the end of class with Tom Strong and Glen Childress. This is the first day anyone has talked to me in class. I've gotten some friendly looks from some of the women, but this is the first time any of the men have said anything to me. The women seem to be older than me, mostly, but the guys are mostly like me—just out of high school and trying to work their way into college. They've been kind of standoffish, though, because I've been able to answer all of the questions that Miss Rogers answered—just like the women do—and I think the guys think I'm a show-off. Most of them didn't get very good grades in high school, I think. And I think that's why they're here instead of a better college. I'd like to work my way out of here and go to a better college.

I have to remember not to raise my hand in class when I know the answer to the question.

"You know what it means for Miss Rogers to ask you to her office after class, don't you?" Tom Strong asks with a smirk on his face.

"Means she's got the hots for you," Glen says. "Tom can tell you exactly what that means, can't you Tom?"

"She's old, but she's got as good a pussy as any of them do," Tom says, wagging his head. "Have fun, chum. Guess it pays off to answer her questions in class."

I'm not really sure what they mean as I go down the hall to Miss Roger's office. It's the last one down the hall of the teacher's rooms. The light is off in the room, and I almost don't go in. I almost just stand there at the end of the hall, waiting for her to show up.

"Is that you, Allen?" I hear her ask from inside her office. Her voice sounds a bit breathy. "Come on in and shut the door behind you."

As I enter her room, which isn't totally dark—she has a window and it's late afternoon—I notice that although her door has a glass window in it as they all do, hers is papered over from the inside.

She's sitting on her desk, one leg dangling in front of her and the other propped up on a chair pulled over to be right in front of the desk. Her skirt is pulled up over her knees, and I can see all the way up her plump thighs to hallelujah. She isn't wearing any panties. There's a V of curly brown hair that I can see up there where her thighs meet.

I'm think that's strange—the color down there—because the hair on her head is blonde.

"It's great having someone in class this year who is ahead of the curve, Allen," she says in a breathy voice that is a lot different from what she has used in class this first week of the course. "You really are a grown man for your age. And I can't keep my eyes off of you. Anyone tell you how good you look? What a handsome young man you are? I'll bet you smell as good as you look. Come here closer."

I shuffle closer to her, confused and a bit embarrassed, and she reaches out and pulls me between her legs.

The kiss is different from anything I've ever felt before, and I feel myself stirring. She has one arm around my waist, holding me close to her, and I both feel and hear my zipper being lowered.

"You want to please your teachers, don't you, Allen?"

And then I lose all control, although there's nothing I need to control. She's doing it all. Doing to my dick what I've been doing myself, in the shower and late at night in my bed.

She's telling me how big I am—and I certainly feel bigger down there than I've ever felt before—and she's purring about what a hunk I am.

I'm inside her. She's wet and warm. She's clutching my butt cheeks and pressing and releasing and I'm moving in and out of her. The friction is driving me crazy, and I feel tight and the buildup of my spunk all at once.

She's saying how she loves how I play the innocent but am so good at it that I must be fucking all of the women—and that all of the women must love being fucked by me. She's making animal noises and groaning like I'm hurting her, although she declares that I'm not.

I shudder and come. And then, in total embarrassment and fear, I push off from her and go running out of the room. I'm half way down the hall before I remember that I'm hanging out and stop to adjust my pants. Luckily, there's no one else there.

Tomorrow I think I'll get my English class changed. I can't bear the thought of sitting there in class and having her look at me—and knowing and, worse, maybe asking me to her office again. I check my feelings, but other than shooting off, I feel more fear—and disgust, and not all with myself—than any of the feelings I thought I'd feel.

* * * *

It's mid-September. It's been a hot year, though, and it looks like the summer temperatures will go right into October. That's been good for my mowing service. I've managed to work that around my classes, and I think, with the extensiveness of the warm weather, I'll manage to cover the tuition cost for the full year.

Grandma's in the hospital, and Grandpa's spending most of the days there. I pretty much have to batch for myself now. Grandpa has told me that I'd better learn to cook and wash for myself, because it won't be long until I'm on my own—without anyone being able to do anything about that.

"You're going to have to be making more of your own decisions from now on," he told me.

I restrained myself from doing cartwheels. I'm sure he thought that would scare me, but ever since that encounter with Miss Rogers—and it bringing to mind the magazines at Mr. Crabtree more than anything I'll bet she wanted me to be thinking about—I've been worrying my mind over what I'm interested in, what I want. And I don't think that either Grandma or Grandpa would like to know what I've been thinking.

* * * *

I'm at Mr. Crabtree's, just finishing up his lawn. It isn't all that hot today, but I'm not wearing a T-shirt anyway. I'm not quite sure why I'm not doing that. I'm less sure of why I've worn gym shorts that ride low on my hips. But I suspect it has something to do with the way Mr. Crabtree is sitting there on his porch, watching me mow, and about what's been on my mind recently. He's in gym shorts too—and he isn't wearing any T-shirt either. And he's got a really, really finely worked body.

I feel all tingly and I'm hard down there. I know this is exactly what Grandma doesn't want me feeling or doing, but I'm feeling pretty free and euphoric. I like this feeling. I like it a lot.

"You're done?" Mr. Crabtree calls from the porch?

"Yes. Not too hard today," I call back. "It's getting cooler. That takes the strain off."

"That and you've mowed all summer," he says. "Your body's hard now."

He's not looking at my face. His gaze has gone down from my pecs to below my waist, and that doesn't change a thing in my arousal.

"Lookin' real good . . . real good," he continues, as he lifts his gaze to connect with mine and smile. "Come on up and have something to drink."

He stands as I climb the stairs to his porch. He's already got a pitcher of iced tea out here today.

"Unless you'll have a beer," he says, as he gestures at the tea. I see the magazines, as usual, are strewn on the table beside where I sit.

I also see something else. I see that his gym shorts are tented. I am aware that mine still are too—and I'm aware of that because I see where Mr. Crabtree's gaze has gone again.

I clear my throat. "I believe today I'll take you up on that offer of a beer, if it's just the same to you."

He smiles at me. It's a big smile, like we've made a step toward something he's been working on for some time. And, in fact, maybe we have.

"I don't have any out here," he says, holding the smile. He's moved his hand down to the waist of his gym shorts, which are pulled down in front because of that tenting. He sticks his thumb under the waistline and pulls them down a bit more. I can see the line of the curve under his flat belly and the creases on either side where the thighs meet the hips, dipping down toward the still-hidden center of him. I feel my breathing coming a little harder.

"If it's beer we want, we'll have to go inside. Will you come inside with me?"

"Yes, that would be fine," I say. It comes out more a squeak than anything else, though.

He smiles and backs up to the door, never taking his eyes off me. He pulls the screen door open. The other door into his kitchen is already open.

"Go on through to the living room," he says as I move past him. My shoulder brushes against his chest as I pass. It makes me shudder. I've felt the downy hair he has running on the underside of his well-muscled pecs. I'd already seen that the line of fine, curly hair came together on his sternum and moved down his belly, where it flared out as it disappeared under his waistband. With his gym shorts pulled down in front, I have seen that there is thicker hair curling up from beneath the waistband in front.

"I'll just be a minute," he says. "Just getting us a couple of beers from the frig."

I walk—almost stumble—on through to the living room, my trembling increasing as I go. I have no experience in this. This all could be natural. This might not be what I want to think it is. And I might not be able to go through with it even if it is. But I feel so ready for it. I've been like a bird in a cage all these years. I feel like I'm busting to do something. I thought maybe with women—but with Miss Rogers, there really was nothing. But what would Grandma say? How disappointing it will be to . . .?

Screw Grandma, I think as I sink down on his sofa. Then I give a nervous little laugh. Grandpa said I had to make my own decisions now. And about time I did that. But what if I'm wrong? Just how embarrassing that would be? And then what? What then in life? Do I go looking for something? How would I do that? I know nothing. I'm not prepared for anything like . . .

And then I see that I haven't been wrong at all. I haven't misread any signals. And knowing that makes me tremble even more than when I wasn't sure.

Mr. Crabtree is walking across the dining room, toward me. He has a can of beer lifted out in each hand. But that's all he's wearing. He's naked. And his dick is huge and hard and curved up. And he's walking like he's proud of his body, as well he should be. He's a Greek god. And he's walking like I know exactly what's going on and what I'm here for.




The Awakening



Morning

Suddenly I awoke from an intense dream. My pussy was on fire and the bed was so drenched I thought I had peed in my sleep. My dream was incredibly real and ever so hot and slutty. I could almost feel the men's cocks pounding every hole in my body and coming all over my face, and even deep into my mouth. It scared me because I am not that kind of woman. I am happily married to my childhood sweetheart, Larry and the thought of having sex with multiple partners never entered my mind. Well, almost never. I remember fantasizing about being gangbanged when I was much younger, but when I got married to Larry, I banished those thoughts from my mind... until today.

As I lay in bed, I could feel the tingling in my pussy. My nipples were hard and sensitive and my throat was dry. I put my hand on my pussy and started stroking my clit and in only a few moments, I could feel another orgasm approaching. I stroked myself faster and faster and in moments, my pussy erupted with a burst of liquid. My hips thrashed and my whole body shuddered with the huge release I had just experienced... for the first time in my life.

I had heard about squirting orgasms from some of my lady friends, but had never experienced one until now. I was, as the line goes, dazed and confused by this sudden turn of events. I could feel something awakening in me and it scared me. I don't want to turn into a slut, but I realized that I could easily release some more of the sexual tension I was feeling by making love to Larry.

He was already up and dressed for work as I slid from bed. I quickly brushed my teeth and drank some water to take away the dry mouth and then walked into the kitchen. I walked up behind him and gave him a hug and let my hands slowly descend to his crotch. I started stroking his cock and felt it get hard quickly. I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out then slipped around Larry and knelt in front of him without ever letting go of his now rigid sex. I slipped his cock into my mouth and put my hands on his buns and pulled him deep into my throat.

I had never deep throated him (or anyone else) before, but somehow my body knew how to take him all the way down until my chin was touching his balls. I held him deep in my throat for what seemed an eternity without choking. I could breathe through my nose and his cock wasn't so long that it cut off my air, and having him completely in my mouth felt both intimate and slutty at the same time.

I started stroking his balls with one hand while threading my head back and forth on his cock. In just a few minutes, he started groaning and pounding my throat and I knew that an orgasm was on the way, but what happened next was another surprise. As soon as he shot his first spurts down my throat, I pulled his cock from my mouth and aimed it at my face as he shot load after load all over me. It covered my cheeks, my chin, my throat, and my eyes and even decorated my raven colored hair.

I wiped his cum off my eyes and looked up at my partner with a sheepish grin. He looked down at me with a look of amazement and said, "Wow! What the fuck got into you, girl?"

I shrugged my shoulders and looked away from him and said, "I don't really know. I just woke up from a very intense dream and knew I wanted to make love with you."

"What was the dream about?" he asked.

I hesitated and thought about not telling him or making up something. I worried about telling my husband that the dream about being ravished by many men made me unbelievably horny. I stood up and walked into the bathroom to see myself in the mirror. He followed me with a strange look that expressed both lust and concern.

He looked at my cum-covered face and said, "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. If dreams made you that horny, please tell me what I can do to help you dream more often."

I turned to look at him with my face still dripping with his cum and said, "Be careful what you ask for, my dear. Let me think about it and we can talk over dinner. You have to get to work and I have to clean myself up. And no, I am not going to kiss you with your cum all over my face."

I gently pushed him out of the bathroom and closed the door then turned back to the mirror to study my face again. I reached down to my cunt and started stroking myself again. I pulled my short nightgown over my head, and with my free hand, I started taking finger full loads of his cum and wiping it on my tits and tummy. I could feel another orgasm building when the doorbell rang.

I thought it must be Larry coming back to demand an explanation, so I walked to the front door stark naked with cum still dripping from my hair and body and one hand rapidly stroking my pussy. Without thinking, I pulled the door open and said, "Come back for another load?" But it wasn't Larry.

Staring at me with a deer in the headlights look was a 20-something hunk wearing a UPS uniform and holding a package. He stared at me for only a moment and then flashed me a sexy smile and said, "How did you know?"

I froze. I was flabbergasted and embarrassed. I felt my face turn bright red and I stammered, "I...I... I thought you were my husband!"

Without missing a beat, he said, "He's a lucky man. I saw him heading up the street with a giant shit-eating grin. He gave me a big smile and even flashed me a thumbs up as we passed. So I guess I will have to take his place."

With amazing confidence, he stepped into the house, closed the door, unzipped his fly and pulled out the biggest cock I have ever seen. Now I haven't seen all that many cocks in my sheltered life, but his was certainly huge and it kept growing as I stared at it. I looked at his smiling face, then at his massive cock and felt my pussy heating like never before. As if in a trance, I dropped to my knees and kissed the head of his cock. It twitched as I kissed it, and a tiny bubble of liquid seeped from its tip.

I took the first few inches into my mouth and felt my cheeks stretch. He gently rocked his hips in an invitation to take him deeper, and I pushed my head further down his dick. It started pressing on the back of my throat and I could feel my throat relax. I didn't have to do anything. It's as if my throat remembered what to do and how to invite his cock even deeper.

He started pulling out and pushing inward in slow rhythmic strokes. With each stroke, I could feel him go deeper and my lips got closer to his balls. I started adding to the pressure of his stroke and speed up his rhythm as his cock sunk deeper and deeper down my throat.

"You are amazing, girl! Nobody has ever taken me as deep as you have, and I have had lots of blow jobs."

I pulled him out of my mouth, looked up at him and said, "How many?" Then I returned to sucking him even deeper. Amazing both of us, my lips were soon at his balls, and my tongue was able to lick his nuts with each deep stroke. As he fucked my mouth, my pussy was getting drenched. It started shouting to me, "What about me?"

I pulled his cock out of his mouth, stood up and turned my butt to him and said, "Fuck me hard, kid. Do it now."

He didn't need to hear any more. He pushed me towards the back of the couch, bent me over and slid his pussy stretcher into my cunt. I was so wet that he didn't have to inch his way in. In just a few strokes, he had impaled me to the full length of his sex, and started pounding it into me.

I could feel another orgasm building in my pussy with each stroke. As it built, I could feel the pressure in my cunt building to a massive explosion. Just before I erupted, I rolled off him and onto my back on the floor as my cunt let go with a stream of nectar that flew most of the way across the room. I drenched the back of the couch and even managed to stain the curtains. My body was shaking uncontrollably as the stream continued in multiple massive pulses. The shaking continued for several minutes as I lay panting on the floor.

"You are one hot bitch, lady" my fuck buddy said to me. "Your husband is one lucky guy!"

I looked at him with a glazed expression and said nothing. My fingers played with my clit as my eyes took in the whole of his amazing cock. "How long is it?" I croaked. I could barely speak, but somehow I needed to know the size of the weapon that had just assaulted me.

"It's 9 ½ inches long and the same size around. I hope it didn't hurt you." His eyes had a mixture of pride and concern as he stroked himself. "Ready to finish me off yet?" he asked.

I slid myself to a kneeling position and wrapped my hand part way around his cock. It took both hands to fully circle it with little finger length left over. I slid it slowly into my mouth and learned the taste of my own pussy juice. It was rather pleasant and I found myself wanting to taste more of it... and of him.

I accelerated my pace until I was traveling up and down his cock, bouncing my lips off his belly with each stroke. Before long, I could feel him start to twitch and he grunted, "Cumming... don't stop!"

I was in no mood to stop as I started pounding him deep down my throat. In moments, I could feel his load leaving his balls and headed out of his cock, but this time instead of pulling out, I kept pounding. I felt a rush deep in my throat as he unloaded. I pulled back a little so I could take him in my mouth and taste his cum and he kept on throbbing as my mouth filled. I tried to swallow it all, but a few drops slipped out of my mouth and lined my lips. I held him in my mouth as his dick kept twitching. Slowly I slid him deep into my throat and back out again as his cock softened and drained its last drops. I looked up at him and he smiled at me and then winked as he pulled his cock from me and stuffed it back into his pants.

"Thanks, sweetie. We will have to do this again sometime," he said with a wink. "Duty calls," and he left.

I was in a trance with conflicting feelings running through my body and my mind. I had made a shambles of my marriage vows, fucked and sucked a total stranger, had the most intense orgasms of my life and taken two different cocks deep in my throat. And the morning was still young. I felt a glorious sense of release and a deep feeling of guilt. I wanted more but felt utter shame about what I had done. My body was alive and my brain in turmoil.

I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. The woman looking back at me was in her mid-thirties with an attractive face, chestnut brown hair that fell to just below her shoulders, nice c-cup breasts with erect nipples. She was about 5'11" and weighed 146. She had long beautiful legs and a well formed hour glass figure. Her pussy was covered with hair and her hair was covered with cum. All in all, a very pretty woman who didn't really look like the slut she became this morning.

I stared at the image in the mirror and realized that I liked the feelings I was having about my body and that I wanted more. I looked at my hairy bush and decided to take another stretch outside my comfort zone. I stepped into the shower and soaped myself thoroughly but only rinsed my hair lightly. There was something decadent about leaving the cum in my hair.

I picked up the razor and shaved my arm pits and my legs... and my twat. A bald pussy smiled at me as it emerged from its hairy hiding place. I played with my clit and then stuck one finger then another into my cunt and masturbated myself to a gentle after-shock orgasm, then got out and dried myself off. I found a simple print dress that buttoned up the front and put it on. Some simple sandals completed my outfit. I examined myself in the mirror and unbuttoned a couple buttons on both the top and the bottom of my dress, just enough to show some cleavage and some leg.

I grabbed a big floppy hat, my sunglasses and my purse and headed out the door. I got in my car not knowing where I was headed and found myself headed out into the country to a large nature preserve with lots of walking trails. I parked the car at one of the trailheads and started walking through the woods. The sun beat down on me and amplified the warmth still radiating from my pussy. As I walked, I unbuttoned a couple more buttons to let the summer air caress my body. After about 15 minutes of walking, I came across a simple bench looking out over a small tree-covered valley. I sat on the bench and let the sun soak into me. One-by-one, I unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on my dress until it was wide open and I could feel the sun soaking into my body from top to bottom.

My hand drifted to my pussy and started gently stroking myself and I drifted off into a semi-dream state. As my fingers twiddled with my twat, I could feel yet another orgasm starting to build, but this time I was in no hurry. I let it build very slowly for over 30 minutes until it was finally ready to erupt. I reached deeply into my cunt with one, then two and then three fingers and found that spot that was the gateway to a massive orgasm and then erupted in a giant squirt that flew upwards in an arc and watered the plants a dozen feet away.

As my body convulsed with the huge release, I heard a woman's voice say softly, "Sweet. That was very sweet." Startled, I grabbed my dress and pulled it around me and looked for the source of the voice. Standing in the trail about 10 feet away was a beautiful woman about my age, but only about 5' tall. She had a small body but disproportionately large breasts. She was wearing very tight shorts, hiking boots and a sleeveless t-shirt that was cut off just below her boobs. The effect was very sensual. This lady clearly enjoyed her body and wanted others to admire it too.

"That was totally awesome," she said to me. "You made me so hot that it was all I could do to keep my mouth shut and just watch. May I sit down with you? My name is Penny. What's yours?"

I was still shaking from the combined effects of my orgasm and my surprise and shock at being seen in a very personal act, but Penny was so warm and open that I felt myself relaxing just a bit.

"I am Megan, and you surprised the heck out of me," I said. "This has been a day full of surprises."

"Well, seeing a beautiful woman masturbating next to the trail and squirting what looked like a record breaking cum shot is not something I see every day, so I guess you could say I was a bit surprised too. Want to tell me about your other surprises?"

I looked at her as I buttoned up my dress wondering if I should tell her about my day. She seemed safe enough but I was hesitant to open up to a complete stranger.

"I hope you don't mind, but I feel the need to relieve myself," she said as she stood up and dropped her shorts. Underneath she was wearing a bright red thong that had only the tiniest patch covering her cleanly shaved pussy. She leaned back in the bench and started stroking her pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other. She looked directly at me as she was pleasuring herself and asked, "Want to join me in another round?"

I was mesmerized with her brazen openness and could not take my eyes off her. I sat transfixed just watching her. She put on hand on my leg while stroking her pussy with the other and gently stroked my thigh. I could not resist her strokes, and truth be told, I didn't want to. What I wanted was to kiss her boobs and even her pussy. Startled with this awareness, I felt another flash of guilt, but her gentle hand on my thigh brought me back to the present moment.

I looked her directly in the eyes as I reached down and unbuttoned the bottom buttons on my dress so that she could touch my skin. One by one, I opened each button until my dress fell wide open again. Her strokes moved to my inner thigh and then to my pussy and then to my clit. I felt a flash of electricity as my clit felt the first touch of another woman. I leaned back and spread my legs to open myself to her. We smiled at each other as she knelt in front of me and gently kissed my clit. Her tongue was magic. She seemed to know exactly what my clit wanted. We maintained eye contact as she licked me and I felt my body beginning to tingle with the early signs of yet another orgasm. Apparently she could sense this because she stopped her tongue caresses and stood in front of me. She reached for my hand and placed it on her pussy. She gently guided my fingers into her cunt and taught my hands to pleasure her. I could feel her moistness growing and wanted to help her find her own orgasm, so I pulled her to the seat and knelt before her. I spread her legs and dropped my head to her legs. Although I had never had any form of sex with another woman, my body knew what to do as I kissed and licked her inner thighs and slowly centered my attention and my lips and tongue on her wide spread and totally bald pussy. I started licking her lightly at first and then more rapidly. I placed one finger in her cunt and found the spot that seemed to light her fire. My first finger was followed by two more as she started rocking her hips.

"Fist me, Megan. Stick your whole hand in my cunt." She said as she spread her legs wide and pulled them up to her shoulders. I pulled out my three fingers and then entered her with my whole hand and started fucking her with my hand. In moments, her hips were bucking and she was moaning as she pulled my hand out and pulled my face to her wide open cunt. I stuck my tongue in and she erupted with a huge flow of her love nectar that drenched my face, my hair and my whole torso. I opened my mouth to drink from her fountain and managed to get several big gulps before she pushed me away and let her body thrash with the post-orgasmic release.

"Holy shit," she said. "Holy shit. Holy shit, she said over and over again as she slowly came down from her orgasm. "You surely know how to make a woman happy," she sighed. "Where did you learn that?"

I looked at her with a sheepish grin and shrugged my shoulders. "What?" she asked. "Aren't you a lesbian?" Her question landed on me very hard because I had never even thought about making love with another woman. Like the rest of today's events, it just happened.

"I don't think so," I replied. "You are the first woman... the only woman I have ever had any sexual contact with, and I am very conflicted and confused about all this?"

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" she queried.

"No, not at all. In fact before this morning I had never fucked anybody except my husband, I had never taken a man deep in my throat and swallowed his cum and I have never had a squirting orgasm. It has been a day of firsts, but it has me rather dazed and very confused about myself."

"Girl, you and I need to talk," Penny said as she stood up. "Button up and let's go have a couple drinks and get to know each other."

We dressed silently while we stared deeply at each other and then walked out of the park hand in hand. As we got to my car, she turned to me and pulled my head to her lips and gave me a full bodied passionate kiss, and I found myself reciprocating with passion. "What have I unleashed," I asked myself.

Noon

I followed Penny back into town and she led us to a trendy bar and restaurant where we had a lunch and a few (less than five) Pina colodas. As we talked in rather hushed tones about today's adventures, I learned that Penny is a 34 year old mother of two, divorced and with occasional visitation rights. Apparently her husband caught her in bed with her husband's best friend, not once but twice, and that put a bit of a frost on their relationship. I also learned that Penny weighed 107 pounds, 7 of which she wears on her chest. And yes, they are natural, and very intoxicating. Ever since puberty, she has been a sex magnet for boys and girls alike and her boobs act like giant search lights saying "Look at me! Don't you want to play with me?"

For many years, Penny was embarrassed by the size of her breasts, but as she made it into her mid twenties, she came to see them as a tool she could use to her advantage. She loves sex and she had seduced many men (and women) to get what she wanted, and now was quite well off and happily single and bisexual as well.




The Awakening



She asked me about my deepest fantasies and I recalled my dream from the morning. "Would you like that dream to come true?" she asked, stroking my arm seductively.

I looked at her and pondered her question. "What about Larry? I don't want to harm our relationship, but the thought of fucking several guys at once makes my pussy heat up. Any ideas?" Well, asking Penny if she had any ideas about how to get a man to enjoy watching his wife become a raging slut was like asking a junkie if he wants a fix.

"A few," she said with a wink and a mischievous smile. "Let's start by getting some new clothes. And I know just the place. Let's drive to my place and you can leave your car."

We paid the tab and drove to her apartment where she changed from her hiking clothes into something "A bit more comfortable." She wore a micro miniskirt with a zipper up the front and a tube top that molded itself to her body and left little to the imagination. I could see her nipples trying hard to escape.

We drove to a store I had never seen before. It specialized in very sexy dresses. It was not Victoria Secret, but it had better quality outfits. A tall slim woman in her 40's strode towards us with a walk that was all hip motion and very sexy. "Hello, Penny darling," she said with a gentle peck on Penny's cheek. "And who is this lovely princess before me?"

"Hello, Charlotte. This is Megan who has had quite a day of awakening. We want something that will say, "Fuck me you fool or the next man I look at will, in both her size and mine."

"You want the same dresses?"

"Not exactly, but the message has to both fit our bodies and be blatantly clear".

Charlotte cupped her chin with one hand and stripped me naked with her eyes. Then a knowing smile lit up her face and she said, "Come with me, Penny. I have something that will suit you to a T. She led me to the back of the store and told me to enter a changing room while she hunted for the item she had in mind. "Get undressed, darling. What I have in mind is rather daring."

She returned a few moments later and said, "Now close your eyes and I will dress you. I don't want you to see this until you can look into the mirror. I closed my eyes and raised my hands so she could slip the dress over my head. It felt open and airy, but I had no idea of what it looked like until she turned me to face the mirror and said, "OK, now behold the Princess of Passion."

I opened my eyes and beheld a bright red dress that was more air than fabric. The front was split to just below my navel and held together with laces. And the front and back were completely separate and connected with laces that ran from just below my pussy to just below my boobs. And the insides of my boobs were clearly visible. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I will spare you a long description and show you a picture of me in the dress.

Penny apparently knew her way around the store because when I walked out of the booth, she was standing in front of me in a black see through dress that hid nothing. It went to just below her waist and the top looped over her neck. The dress was completely transparent. Her boobs shone through the black fabric like twin searchlights, and only the tiniest of thongs hid her pussy. She was so delicious that I wanted to take her right there.

"What do you think, Megan? Will this get Larry's cock hard?"

"If it doesn't, then must be gay. You are so hot that I want to fuck you myself!"

"Let's get something we can wear to do some shoe shopping at the mall," said Penny. We picked out a pair of micro mini-skirts and very loose blouses that would gap open if we leaned forward. The arm holes were very oversized so that most of our boobs were visible from the side, and would become fully visible if we leaned forward. We put the evening dresses into a shopping bag along with our other clothes, then paid and started to walk out the door. "Wait a minute," said Penny as she turned and walked over to Charlotte. "Thank you again my muse," said Penny to Charlotte. Penny gave Charlotte a big kiss and a quick hug then turned to me and said "Let's have some fun."

We drove to a nearby mall that had several show stores and started at one end with the full intent to flash our way through the entire mall. We walked into the store and picked chairs that faced directly towards the mall traffic and waited for a sales clerk to show up. While we waited, we crossed and uncrossed our legs and checked out the view from the mall by examining ourselves in the reflection from the store's windows. Our clean shaved snatches were clearly visible when we uncrossed our legs, so we figured the sales clerk would get an even better up close and personal view.

It wasn't too long before a young girl who couldn't be much over 16 came up and asked us how she could help. Penny said, "We want some high heeled fuck me heels in black and red."

Our sales clerk blushed as she heard Penny's outlandish request and said, "I think I had better ask our store manager to help you," she said as she shuttled quickly to the back of the store. A moment later, a tall, buff 30-something man appeared with a smile. He looked directly at Penny and said, "Suzie is a sweet naive virgin and I suspect she may stay that way until she dies, but I think I know what you want. Let me get your sizes. He found that device they use to measure foot sizes and knelt in front of us to get our measurements. We each had to stand up for the device to work right, and as Penny stood up, she made it a point to step very close to him and spread her feet about 18 inches apart. Our sales dude followed her movement and found his face less than a foot away from Penny's bald beaver. She stepped closer to him until her pussy was inches from his mouth and said, "Want a taste?"

He reached his hand under her miniskirt and quickly stuck two fingers deep into her moist cunt. He took them out and stuck them into his mouth to taste her juices. "Sweet with a hint of cherry," he said as he smiled at me. He looked back to Penny and said, "And you are a size 7 with a world-class attitude. I will be right back, but first I have to check out your friend. "OK, sweetie, let me check you out." I stood up and placed my foot on his measuring tool. I followed Penny's lead and spread my feet to give him a good view. Since I am over a head taller than Penny, he had to raise his head a bit to get closer to my pussy. With a flash of daring, I stepped forward and pulled his head between my legs and said, "Taste me too."

He stuck his tongue quickly into my dripping cunt and took several tastes before I let his head go. "Wow!" he said softly. "You girls are a trip. I would love to take you both on, but I have a store to run and I can't be responsible for corrupting the morals of a minor. Let me get you some shoes and straighten out the kink in my pants. I'll be right back."

True to his word, he was back in a flash and the kink in his pants was straightened. And it looked pretty large too. Penny looked directly at the lump in his pants and asked, "How bit is it?"

Our friend looked at Penny wistfully and said, "Big enough to give you a pretty good ride."

"I bet my friend here could deep throat the whole thing and I know she would love to swallow your cum. No fuss, no mess, no cleanup. Just a convenient way to soften that lump in your pants. What do you say?"

He looked at me and I blushed scarlet. "Penny, you slut. What are you trying to do to me?" I asked with a nervous laugh." She just smiled and nodded her head towards the growing lump in his pants. I looked up at him to see a lustful glaze in his eyes and I knew that I would do it if he would. "Do you have a bathroom?" I asked him. He reached down and took my hand and led me into the back of the store.

"I want to watch and have a couple of tastes," said Penny as she followed us. He led us into the men's room and locked the door then unzipped his pants and pulled out an 11 inch Popsicle. I took his cock in my hand and gently kissed it and licked it. I took the first inch or so into my mouth and tasted the pre-cum that he was already emitting. I took a few more gentle strokes, each one deeper, and then plunged his cock all the way down my throat. It wasn't as thick as the UPS driver's cock was, but it was two inches longer. I could feel it deep in my throat. My throat seemed to massage and caress it, and I started to face fuck him with increasing speed. Penny leaned against the wall watching me and casually stroking her pussy. "You go, girl!" she said. "Fuck that monster. Take his cum in your mouth but save some for me. I want a snow ball from you."

I looked at her as I sucked him off and gave her a quizzical look that said, "What's a snowball?"

"I want you to let him cum in your mouth instead of down your throat, then kiss me and give me half his cum. That way we both get our afternoon protein fix. Got it?" she asked with a laugh.

I nodded my head up and down while his cock went in and out. He put his hands on the back of my head and pulled me towards him and started to rock his hips as he fucked my face with increasing intensity.

"Here I cum," he moaned. I pulled back so that the tip of his cock was still in my mouth and not down my throat and he shot a huge warm load of cum. He kept on fucking me until he had pumped half a dozen loads into my mouth and his cock was starting to soften. He slowly pulled it out of my mouth and put it back into his pants as Penny knelt in front of me and said, "Let me have it all!"

She dropped her head beneath mine, then looked up at me and opened her mouth wide. I held my mouth over hers and let the cum drip from my mouth to hers. When she had it all, she looked at our sales dude and opened her mouth and showed him his load. Then she turned back to me and signaled for me to be the receiver. She kissed me directly and we swished her cum load back and forth, swallowing a bit of it on each pass. When we let go of our lip lock, we turned to him and opened our mouths to show him that we had swallowed it all.

"You are a couple of nasty sluts, but you can shop for shoes in my store any time you want. And now I gotta go." He unlocked the door and stepped out and said, "Be sure to lock it if you want to play with each other for awhile."

Penny and I looked at each other and burst into a spasm of laughter. We hugged each other and kissed passionately, our tongues searching each other's mouth for remaining drips of cum. We decided it was time to move on, so we walked out of the store with a wink to our unnamed sales dude with the 11" cock and headed out of the mall to Penny's car.

It was a hot day out and her car was like a furnace when we got in. We immediately rolled down the windows and Penny drove us out of the parking lot and back to her apartment. On the way back, I lay back in my seat, put my feet on the dashboard and masturbated softly. The sexual tension in my body had me shaking, but I didn't want another huge orgasm, at least until later. As we drove along a large four lane street, we passed a large pickup truck and the driver spotted me masturbating and gave us a honk and a big grin. We came to a stop light and he pulled up next to us and gave me a big grin. "Need any help?" he asked.

I smiled back at him and mouthed, "No" as I frigged myself gently. As the light turned green, I felt a sweet orgasm and my pussy dripped all over the passenger seat and the back of my dress leaving a big wet spot on each. "Did you just cum on my seat?" asked Penny.

I gave her a sheepish grin and a guilty shrug and said, "Well, I guess I will have to make it up to you somehow."

We drove the rest of the way in silence and when we got to her apartment, she said, "I have to make some phone calls, but here's my plan. You call Larry and tell him you want to have dinner with him at the Oxford Grille. Book and pay for a large room in the hotel. You show up in your new dress and take your time with Larry. He will have lots of questions, but the big one will be what does this mean about your relationship. You have to assure him that you have just had a sexual awakening but it will only enrich your relationship together.

"When you are finished dinner, go to the bar and find a booth in the back corner. When the music starts, dance with him and make sure to play with his cock while on the dance floor. Men think with their dicks, so you will literally have him by the balls.

"I will show up around 9:00 with a couple of friends in tow. You and I will recognize each other as old but distant friends. I will ask you to dance with me. Then one of my friends will cut in and I will ask Larry to dance with me. He will be so mesmerized with my tits that he will be all over me on the dance floor, and I will be all over him, too. And my friends will not ignore you either. And when the time is right, we will adjourn to your bedroom and fuck like fools. What do you think?"

I was still in a bit of a trance, but I liked her plan. She dropped me off at my car and I got in and fired up the air conditioner and headed for home, my head buzzing with a conflicting pile of emotions and my body tingling with sexual excitement.

Afternoon

On my way home, I called Larry and told him I want to go out for dinner and that I would meet him at the Oxford Grille at 7:00. He asked what the occasion was and I told him to remember that I had an intense dream this morning and that I wanted to share it with him. I told him to remember how he left me this morning and said that I was as horny as I had ever been in my life. I told him that if he wants to get the fucking of his life, he should stop asking questions and show up at the Oxford Grille ready to party. I heard him breathing on the phone and I could swear I could hear his dick brain saying, "Dude, shut up and show up!"

As I hung up, I realized that I had not made dinner and hotel reservations, so I called the Oxford Grille and made dinner reservations for two, then had them transfer me to the front desk where I reserved a room with two king sized beds.

Now that the logistics were handled, had about four hours to make it to the Oxford Grille and decided to pamper myself. I called a massage salon I had used a number of times before. They have a number of expert massage therapists of both genders and I asked if they had anybody available in ten minutes. They said that the only person available right now was a new therapist named Sandy, so I asked them to book me and made a quick turn to head for their salon.

When I got there, I was escorted to a room by the receptionist who told me to undress and get on the table. I put my clothes on a chair, lay face down on the table and pulled the sheets over me. A few moments later there was a discrete knock on the door and Sandy walked in. I was expecting her, but instead, she was a he... a very buff and delightful looking man in his late 20s with long blonde hair and a soft, sweet voice.

We talked for a moment before he pulled the sheet off my back and started with long gentle but firm strokes up my back. He squeezed my shoulders and started to relieve some of the built up tension I was carrying from my crazy day and then he pulled the sheet off one leg and started a long stroke with both hands that started at the top of my back and ended at the tip of my toes. As he passed my butt, the outside of hand slid along the crack in my ass and continued down the inside of my legs. It felt wonderful and I let out a gentle moan as he repeated the stroke several times. He then took my foot and tenderly explored each toe and pressure point on the bottom of my foot. He raised my leg at the knee and massaged my calf with his gentle but powerful hands. He dropped my leg back on the table and then started to stroke the back of my leg from my ankle to my ass. As he reached the top of my leg, his fingers passed oh so close to my pussy and I could feel some drops of moisture percolate from within me. As he continued this stroke, I spread my legs ever so slightly inviting his hands closer. On his next stroke, his hand rode right over my clit and my whole body convulsed with a shudder. My moaning grew as he continued his stroking several more times.

He seemed to know that I wanted him to focus on my pussy because his last stroke stopped with his fingers on my clit and gently stroked it with his fingers. He did not enter me, but I knew that I wanted him to. Instead, he covered my bare leg and uncovered my other leg and repeated his ministrations on my muscles and wound up again at my now quivering quim where his fingers gently explored the outer reaches of paradise. I could feel an orgasm building and my hips started to grind into his hands, but he gently withdrew, pulled the sheet over me and instructed me to turn onto my back. He draped my whole body in the sheet and then started on my neck and shoulders. He continued with each arm and then gently pulled the sheet off my shoulders and stroked my chest, passing close to my nipple and continuing down my belly and then down the outside of my leg and completing with my foot. It was blissful and so sensuous that I felt my whole body moan with delight.

As he repeated this process on the other side of my body, I knew that I had to give him a clear signal of what I wanted or he would tease me to death. I pulled the sheet entirely off me and let it drop on the floor and spread my legs to the edges of the table. He smiled at me and when he reached my foot, started an upward stroke that finished with his hand resting on my cunt. He then took my foot and raised it, bent my knee and stretched my let upward so that my pussy was wide open. He wrapped his hands around my leg at my knees and gently and very slowly pushed them towards my now gaping gash. When he reached the limit of his stoke, he let his fingers explore my cunt for several seconds before he withdrew and repeated the process several more times.

He gently set my leg back down on the table and repeated the process with my other leg. When he got to my pussy again, my hand, guided only by the building passion in my body pulled his hand deeper into my pussy while my hips started rhythmically humping his hand. It didn't take long before another massive orgasm arose from deep in my womb and started searching for escape. He sensed that I was about to explode, he removed his hand and grabbed the sheet just as another giant squirting orgasm sprayed my cum all over the table. My body was wracked with a powerful release and after what seemed like many minutes, the thrashing subsided into a feeling of being totally drained and at peace.

Fortunately for the establishment, the sheet caught almost all of my ejaculation and the room was spared a thorough cleaning. I looked up at Sandy who was smiling down at me and said, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He just smiled and nodded and said, "Be sure to drink lots of water. You just lost lots of fluid." Then he turned and left the room.

This was the first time in my life where a man had focused only on my pleasure and not on his and I felt a strange mixture of guilt and happiness. I put my clothes back on and pulled a large tip from my purse and gave it to him along with a big hug as I stepped out of the salon into the bright summer sun.

I drove lazily back home, drew a deep, hot bath and stepped into the tub where I spent the next half hour simply enjoying the warm water as I lazily stroked my nipples and pussy. The water slowly cooled and I realized that it was time to start preparing for the rest of the evening.

Once I was dressed in my new red "fuck me" dress and had carefully checked my makeup, I applied the most seductive perfume I had to all the right places on my body and I headed for the Oxford Grille.




The Awakening



Night

I got to the restaurant / hotel at 6:35 and went to the front desk to check in get my room key. The hotel clerk looked at me, dressed in my red dress with all the skin showing and I could see a look of disapproval on her face. I smiled at her, held up my hand with my wedding ring and said, it's my husband's birthday and I am his present. Her disapproving smile faded somewhat, and she took my credit card and gave me two plastic hotel keys.

I went straight to the room to check it out. I called Penny on my cell phone and told her the room number, then I left my purse in the room and headed towards the elevator.

I went to the restaurant and asked to be seated in a remote booth. The young lady looked at me with an envious smile and led me to a booth in the far corner of the room. A waiter showed up moments later and took in my dress, but didn't bat an eye. He asked me what I wanted to drink and I decided to stay with the pina colodas. He asked if I was alone and I told him that I was expecting my husband any moment, and I realized that this would be a good opportunity to order for him too, so I asked for a double Glenfiddich with a twist.

He returned a couple minutes later followed by Larry who was dressed in tan slacks with a blue oxford cloth shirt opened at the collar. Simple and safe, but on Larry and through my lust-driven eyes, he looked very sexy.

Unlike our waiter, when Larry saw me, his jaw literally dropped and he stopped dead in his tracks. "Cat got your balls?" I asked him with a sexy smile.

He burst into a huge grin as he slipped into the booth next to me and gave me a long passionate kiss. "You must have had one hell of a dream," he said taking in my semi-exposed breasts and open sides of my dress. I saw a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as her realized that I had nothing on beneath the dress.

"What has gotten into you, Megan?" he asked. "I have never seen this side of you. You give me the most amazing blow job this morning and then hint about this strange dream. I have been horny all day just thinking about you."

"Well, my love, that's a good thing because I have been thinking about you too and how much I love you. Tell me, darling. What is your most outlandish sexual fantasy?"

Larry looked at me for a long moment and asked, "Are you really sure you want to know?"

"Take a good look at me right now and tell me." I said.

He took a deep breath, looked directly at me and said, "My deepest fantasy is to watch you fuck many other men while I fuck another woman in the same bed, and to stare into your eyes as you take them into your cunt, your ass and your mouth and let them cum deeply inside you. I'm sorry if this shocks you, but you asked."

I looked into his eyes, dropped my hand onto his cock and gave him a passionate French kiss. I continued to squeeze his cock and said, "Well, darling, maybe your dream will come true... tonight."

He stared back at me with a mixture of joy, fear and skepticism and I just smiled back at him. After a few moments, I said, "Trust me. Let's order dinner."

I was ravenous after today's activities, but I was thirsty too. I remembered Sandy's advice and asked our waiter for another round and we each ordered dinner.

The time flew by as we engaged in small talk. Whenever he asked me about my dream and my day, I just smiled and said, "All in due time, my love." He wanted to know, but I wanted to heighten the mystery and let his mind make up whatever story it wanted to. We would get to the debrief later.

After dinner, we moved to the bar and again I found the most remote booth. I stayed with my pina colodas and Larry ordered another scotch and we started to make out in the booth. His hands started to explore my legs and I spread them just enough to let him confirm that there was an open highway to heaven; but I didn't let him enter paradise... yet.

I asked him to dance with me and he willingly accepted. We did several fast dances together and Larry wasn't the only man who couldn't keep his eyes off me. When a slow dance came along, I put one arm around his neck and pulled him close, while my other hand snaked between us and found his zipper. I pulled it down and reached into his pants, navigating past his boxers until I held his naked cock in my hands. I squeezed and stroked him as we swayed together in the middle of the dance floor.

Larry dropped his hands to my ass and started stroking me. His hands moved down to the naked flesh on the top of my legs and then upward under my dress, lifting the back of it as his hands reached between my cheeks and pulled them apart. He couldn't quite reach my pussy, but I am sure that those nearby had a pretty exciting view.

As 9:00 approached, I started scanning for Penny and she showed up right on time wearing something even more daring than the dress she picked this afternoon. A red bikini that barely held her huge breasts and a wrap-around scarf skirt with lots of fringe framed her short, sensual body. And she was accompanied by three handsome young men. As they walked across the floor, Penny spotted me and broke out into a huge smile.

"Megan," she almost shouted, "How are you? Where have you been? I haven't seen you in years. Who is this beautiful hunk you are dancing with?" She gave me no chance to respond and introduce Larry before she pulled me from Larry and gave me a great big hug and kiss. Then she turned to Larry and said, "I hope you don't mind my cutting in, but I haven't seen Megan in at least 10 years and she looks even more beautiful than I remember. You will let us have a dance together, won't you?" And with that, she pulled me away from him and we started to dance together. We danced a couple fast songs and then a slow one. She pulled me close and whispered, "You never told me what a hunk Larry is. My pussy is tingling with the thought of fucking him. How did dinner go? Is Larry ready for this evening?"

"It turns out that watching me fuck several other men while he fucks you is his biggest fantasy!"

"Did you tell him about me?"

"No, I have told him nothing about today. I wanted to let his mind just make up whatever stories he wants and we will talk about the details tomorrow."

"Well, the fun is about to begin. Here comes Hank to cut in and take you away."

Hank walked up and gently tapped me on the shoulder. "Care to let me dance with a beautiful and ever so sexy woman?" he asked as he pulled me away from Penny and into a slow dance. Over his shoulder, I saw Penny walk over to Larry and sit down with him. I could only imagine what they were saying, but judging from the smile on Larry's face, he was happy to meet her.

I felt Hank pull me towards him and whisper in my ear, "Are you ready for this? Are you sure you want to go through with it?" He pulled back and stared me straight in the eyes. I looked back at him, reached down to his crotch and squeezed his cock and stared directly at him. I could feel him start to harden as I smiled and said, "More than ready. Are you and your buddies ready for a workout?"

He smiled back at me and said, "Penny is moving in." I turned and looked where he was looking and saw Penny and Larry dancing together, her giant boobs pressed hard against his belly. We danced over next to them and Larry smiled at me and blew me a kiss. I blew a kiss back at him and then pulled Hank's head to me and gave him a long deep kiss. I looked back at Larry and smiled, then nodded my head towards Penny. Larry got the clue, looked at Penny and then dropped his head towards her as she looked up at him. Their mouths met and stayed together exploring each other while her hands wrapped themselves around his bum and pulled him hard towards her.

Given the height difference (Larry is 6'3"), his cock wound up pressing into her naked belly and above. Penny noticed that Larry's fly was still at half mast. She reached into his pants and pulled his cock out so that its tip was caught between her boobs, then stayed glued to him as they moved around the dance floor. Hank and I danced back to our booth and I slid in with Hank on the outside. Moments later, Penny and Larry joined us. Penny snuggled up to me and said, "Your husband is hot, Megan. Mind if I fuck him?"

Penny was not one to beat around the bush. Although she shocked me with her brazen sexuality, I found it both amusing and refreshing. I looked at Larry and said, "It's up to him, Penny, but if he screws you, I want Hank."

Penny smiled and replied, "How about all three: Hank, Robbie and George?" Larry's jaw dropped as he heard her. He looked at me with wonder, excitement and trepidation and asked, "Are you seriously thinking about fucking three men?"

"No, I am planning on fucking four men. You are included. It is your fantasy, after all."

"Megan, I don't know what to say. Are you this is the right thing to do?"

"Right, wrong, good or bad, it's what I want to do and I want to do it now. I reached across Penny and pulled Larry's face towards mine and gave him a great big French kiss. Penny dropped her left hand into Larry's crotch and started squeezing his cock and then took his left hand and guided it between her legs and straight into her pussy. She pressed his hand into her and Larry pulled back from kissing me and looked right at Penny who gave him a great big smile.

"For a good time, slip out of the booth and follow Megan and me. Or you can stay here and play with yourself. It's up to you."

With that, she gently pushed him out of the booth. I slide out behind her and took Hank's hand and pulled it around my waist. I stepped up to Larry and pulled him next to me so that I was wrapped by two beautiful men and we headed out of the restaurant. Penny gathered Robin and George who had been waiting patiently at the bar and the six of us headed to the elevator.

No sooner had the doors to the elevator shut than Penny turned and dropped to her knees in front of Larry and unzipped him again. She pulled his cock from his pants and drove it into her mouth, taking its full length down her throat. She started slowly face fucking him while the elevator rose to our floor. The doors opened and a Middle aged couple got a shock, but Penny was nonplussed. She just stood up, grabbed Larry's cock and led him cock-first out of the elevator. She looked at the couple standing flat footed before her and said, "He's in training." She winked at the woman, then waltzed down the hall to our room. I followed with my three soon-to-be fuck buddies and we all piled into the room.

Penny pushed Larry onto the first bed, unbuckled his pants and pulled them off. Then she sat on his cock and turned to me. "What are you waiting for, sweetie? I found you three huge cocks with hunks attached. Put them to work!"

Hank and friends were busy disrobing and in seconds I faced three buff young man and three very substantial cocks. I wondered how to begin this process, but Hank was way ahead of me. He guided me to the other bed and pushed me on my back. He spread my legs and started licking my pussy. Robin and George untied my dress from the back of my neck and pulled it down to expose my breasts. Then Robin started on one breast while George ministered to my other. I was getting caressed by three sexy men and I lay back to enjoy it, but only for a short while. Robin stood beside the bed and pulled my mouth towards his semi-hard cock. Larry was lying on his back as Penny rode him and he looked over just in time to see me swallow Robin's cock.

I flipped onto my knees so I could take Robin deeper and Hank slipped behind me and pushed his cock deep into my cunt. I was getting it from both ends while Larry watched and George just stroked himself. Then George lay down on the bed next to us with his cock pointing straight up. Apparently Hank and Robin had done this before because they both pulled out and Hank guided me onto George's cock. It was thick and long and it filled me up completely. Then Hank moved in behind me and guided his cock into my virgin ass hole. Both of them started fucking me and I fucked them back, all the while staring straight into Larry's eyes and smiling.

"Do you like seeing your fantasy come through, my love? Do you like watching your wife's inner slut come out of hiding?"

Larry pulled himself from under Penny and stood in front of me and offered his cock to my mouth. I put my arms around him and pulled his cock all the way into my throat and held him there as I stroked the bottom of his cock with my tongue.

Hank and George started to step up the pace and I started pounding on Larry's cock and I could feel the explosion coming. I heard George start to moan, then Hank and Larry. They were all going to cum soon. And so was I. We kept pounding faster and faster and George exploded into my pussy just as Hank unloaded deep into my ass. Larry went over the edge moments later and I followed with a huge orgasm, squirting a massive stream from my cunt as Larry dumped his load deep in my throat. And suddenly, I awoke from my intense dream, my bed soaked with my own cum.

The end



The Awakening



A mother introduces her daughter's best friend to a woman's touch.

*

"You got in pretty late last night, Honey," Michelle called out to Karen as she passed by the partially opened door to her room. The nineteen year old didn't respond to her mother's comment. Sensing that something was not quite right, Michelle turned in the hallway and went back to Karen's room. Slowly opening the door further, she asked solicitously "Honey? Are you okay?" She looked at the young woman sitting on the edge of the bed, head down and shoulders quivering. She was wearing one of Karen's nightgowns.

"Sally! What's wrong?" Michelle was alarmed. "Where's Karen?" Sally,a year older than Karen, was her long-time best friend who was normally such an easy going, cheerful young woman. To see her saddened like this troubled Michelle. 

Between her sobs, Sally quietly cried "I came home with Karen last night after we left Mary's. When Karen left for work this morning, she said I could stay for awhile to get myself together. I'm so mixed up, Mrs. Quinn. I think I have fouled everything up completely!"

"Honey, what happened? Why are you crying? Whatever did you foul up? Did you have a fight with Karen or Sean or what?"

"I might as well have had a fight with her or Sean. Maybe it would solve all my problems if I did," Sally replied. Sean had been her boyfriend since grade school. They had been paired to do an eighth grade science project together and had been together ever since.

Putting her arm on Sally's shoulder Michelle gently said "Tell me what's wrong, Honey."

"You know I love Sean, Mrs. Quinn. I really do. We've been so close for the last four years and I don't know what I would do without him, but..." Sally let the sentence trail off into nothingness.

"It's hard to talk about this, but you're like a second mother to me and I know you're the only one I could talk to about this. Sean and I are intimate with each other. We're always really careful and always use a condom as well as my birth control pills."

"That's a very mature attitude, Sally," Michelle replied. "But, please call me Michelle. I think we've known each other long enough for that," she said as she hugged the girl. "As friends of Karen's, I've watched all of you kids grow up, Honey. Now that all of you are in college and are mature enough for an adult relationship like that it is perfectly natural to want to be close physically. But, what was the fight about?"

"We didn't fight. Sean doesn't even know I'm upset. A small group of us went over to Mary's last night and we were all having a really great time dancing and eating pizza and just hanging out. At one point, Sean and Mike and Charley went into the den to play pool while we girls stayed in the kitchen. We were kind of dancing around and, you know, just playing and laughing when Mary asked me to come with her up to her room because she wanted to show me a new blouse she had just bought at Nordstrom. Karen and Rita stayed in the kitchen looking at photos on Rita's phone."

"I went upstairs with Mary. She brought the blouse she had bought out from her closet to show me. It was really pretty and kind of sexy looking so I asked her to model it. She took off her tee shirt and put it on. I don't know why I said it, but I told her it would probably look even better if she wore it without a bra, so she asked me to unsnap her bra and she took it off and put the blouse back on. Michelle, I honestly don't know why I did it but I reached out and kind of rubbed her nipples that were showing under the fabric. I immediately felt them get hard and Mary just looked at me. I pressed into her breast and moved my hand over her nipple. We just kind of stared at each other for what seemed like ten minutes and then I kissed her. Michelle, I KISSED her! Like she was Sean or some guy! God, I was waiting for her to slap me or scream at me or something but she didn't. She just pressed herself tighter against me and kissed me back. It..., it felt so natural. Then she reached down and started rubbing me through my jeans real gently and, God, I wanted to just touch her and feel her but all I could do was run from her room. I asked Karen if I could go home with her and we both left."

"I still haven't told Karen why I was so upset. As we left I told Rita to tell Sean that I had to leave because I was cramping badly."

"Am I gay, Michelle? I really, really wanted to touch Mary, your know, sexually, just like I touch Sean. How can I do that? How sick am I to want to do that?" Sally started whimpering again. "I don't think I can ever face Mary again. Or Karen. Or Sean."

"Sally, there is nothing wrong with you," Michelle said comfortingly. "You are not bad or weird or perverted or anything of the sort. I think that, as humans, all of us are just wired that way. We are able to love both men and women. Emotionally and sexually, I mean. It's only some of us who realize that and enjoy the love of both sexes." There was silence in the room save for the quiet sniffles of Sally.

"You said all of us, Michelle. What do you mean? Have you ever felt this way?"

"Sally, as a young woman you're old enough for me to tell you this and for you to understand. Yes, I have and I do. Karen's father and I acknowledged that fact years ago and, in our marriage, we have an agreement that allows me to love other women as well as loving him." 

Sally looked at Michelle with mascara smeared eyes. Her tears were abating now and, as she wiped her eyes, her makeup transferred to her fingers. She took a tissue from the nightstand and dabbed at her eyes and wiped the mascara from her fingers. "Karen has never said anything about that. Does she know?"

"Karen knows, Honey. I think she feels that it is something that is quite personal and that is probably why she has never said anything to you about it."

"How do you love other women?" Sally asked, looking at her with questioning eyes.

Michelle rubbed Sally's shoulders, comforting her. "Honey, women have a special way they like to be loved and sometimes a man just can't touch you the way another woman can." Her hand softly massaged Sally's neck and arms as she spoke. Sally tilted her head onto Michelle's soft breasts. Her eyes were closed and she felt safe in the warmth of the touch of her friend's mother. Michelle's hand went from Sally's arm and onto her flannel covered breast. She gently moved her hand over the firm flesh of Sally's breast lying just beneath the thin fabric. Michelle could feel her nipple tighten and stiffen as she moved her hand over it. 

Michelle reclined on her daughter's bed, gently pulling Sally back with her until they were in each others arms. Sally tentatively moved her mouth toward Michelle's and their lips met in an anguishing, emotional mix of confusion, love, tenderness, passion, and sexual urgency.

Moving her hand down Sally's body, Michelle slid it beneath the fabric covering her thigh. Sally wore no panties under the nightgown and Michelle's fingers soon found the center of the young woman's passion. Softly caressing her vulva, her fingers teased her burgeoning clitoris. Sally moaned and moved her body involuntarily as every movement of Michelle's fingers sent sparks of pleasure through Sally's body. Looking into Sally's eyes, Michelle whispered, "See how different a woman's touch is, Honey?"

Pulling Sally's nightgown up over her tummy and breasts, Michelle brought her lips down onto Sally's waiting nipples, first one, then the other, her tongue circling each one slowly and then her soft lips tugging at the aroused flesh. "Oh God, Michelle, that feels so good," Sally whimpered. "Sean never touches me like that. It always feels like he's in such a hurry." She twisted her body to receive more pleasure from Michelle's lips.

Michelle's mouth and her fingers, probing Sally's wet cleft, soon had her writhing in pleasure. Soft, sensual moans escaped her parted lips and she bucked and tossed as Michelle continued to pleasure her more and more intently until finally, Sally arched her back sharply in a spasm of pleasure. The sounds of her breathing stopped and then she screamed out as her orgasm ripped through her like nothing she had ever experienced, her body jumping and turning as the fiery pleasure flooded her.

Michelle cradled the young woman in her arms as Sally slowly returned from the blissful high of her powerful orgasm. Sally snuggled in her arms ever more tightly. "I never knew it could be like that." Her words were barely audible but Michelle smiled, knowing exactly how it felt to be loved by a woman. 

Bringing her lips to Sally's, Michelle kissed her with a deep, loving passion. Her tongue traced the outline of Sally's lips, moving ever so slowly inward until her tongue was in Sally's mouth, teasing her, their tongues touching tip to tip.

"Now,Honey, I'll show you how to make love to a woman," Michelle whispered into Sally's ear as she released herself from Sally's arms and moved down the bed until her head was resting near Sally's thigh. She gently parted Sally's firm thighs and moved between them. Bringing her mouth down onto Sally's still wet labia, she darted out her tongue, just barely touching the sensitive flesh. Sally raised her sex to meet Michelle's mouth. Michelle's tongue ever so lightly swirled around Sally's clitoral hood and then she urged her tongue between the firm clitoris and its swollen hood, feeling her engorged clit push against it. She sent searing shots of pleasure through Sally's body as she flicked the firm, red bud of flesh. 

Putting her hands on Michelle's head, Sally's fingers disappeared in the blond hair moving between her legs as she almost involuntarily held the older woman's mouth captive against her sopping wet sexual center. Michelle's saliva and Sally's vaginal wetness dripped down onto the bedspread creating a dark spot on the blue fabric.

"Ooooooooooooh Goddddd..." moaned Sally as a new sensation gripped her pussy. Michelle now had her erect clit between her lips and was sucking hard on it, bringing it into her mouth and sucking it as if it were a miniature cock. Michelle, so aroused by this sex play with her daughter's friend, had moved her left hand down between her thighs and was feverishly rubbing her tingling cunt through her jeans. Suddenly, her mouth left the sensitive spot between Sally's squirming hips and, standing up alongside the bed, she quickly pulled her sweater over her head and unsnapped her bra, releasing her still firm and shapely breasts. She hastily slid her jeans, as well as her black panties, down her slender legs onto the floor and, once again, lay down on the bed with Sally.

Pushing Sally's nightgown up and over her head and pulling her toward her, the two of them ground their nude bodies together in a passionate embrace, breasts against breasts, pussy against pussy. Reveling in this glorious sensation, Michelle lowered her head to take Sally's nipples between her lips. Pressing her tongue firmly into the areola right below the nipple she brought her upper lip down onto the nipple and tugged gently and then circled the firm nipple with her tongue. 

Sally's eyes were closed in ecstasy as her fingernails raked Michelle's back. Every movement of Michelle's tongue thrilled her. Turning slightly so that the side of Michelle's torso was between her thighs, she ground her pussy against Michelle's tightening muscles, pushing and grinding with an urgency that she had never felt before. 

And then, just as she thought she could take no more and was about to pass out from the pleasure, Michelle reached down and took Sally's hooded clit between her fingers and pinched tightly, moving her fingers back and forth slightly as she felt the firm nub itself sliding between the juice lubed skin of its protective hood. 

Sally screamed at this latest assault on her sensitive nub, jumping and shaking and crying and moaning as an orgasm unlike any other struck her. One, two, three, four, it seemed to never stop as her body thrashed violently as jolt after jolt of pleasure hit her. Her breathing was coming in gasps. And then her love coach came crashing after her with loud moans of pleasure as her own hand urged her clit to a mind numbing climax, her body pumping against Sally as she came. Her hand still moving on her wet cunt, Michelle came again and then again. 

Their arms wrapped around each other, they both slowly came back down to earth as their bodies relaxed from the overwhelming strengths of their orgasms. Their breathing softened, their muscles lost that taut tone of deep arousal as they lay together in a blissful post-orgasmic haze.

Michelle felt Sally tremble and heard a soft cry.

Releasing Sally from her arms, she moved back on the bed a bit to look at Sally. "What's wrong, Honey?" she asked very, very softly, looking into her eyes.

"I'm just crying because that was so beautiful. It's like we shared our souls. I have never felt so close to anyone in my life. God, what an unbelievable experience! Mrs Qui, er, Michelle, that was like nothing that I have ever felt before," Sally said as she looked at her with tear stained cheeks. 

Reaching over to gently wipe the tears away with her fingertip, Michelle smiled. "It really was beautiful, Honey, wasn't it?" she said quietly. 

Sally leaned over and kissed Michelle on the forehead. "Thank you, Michelle." she said and in a somewhat questioning voice, "I feel so... relieved, I guess, knowing that I don't have to 'not love' Sean because I may be attracted to Mary. I think I felt that it was an either/or thing and it ripped my heart apart to think that, if I wanted to be physical with Mary, then it meant that I must not love Sean."

Michelle kissed Sally on the cheek. "Come on, Honey, you better get dressed. I think that you need to let Sean know how you feel. If Sean is the man that I know he is, he is going to understand that the woman he loves is capable of not only loving him but, at times, another woman also. You may just find, like I have, that the man in your life finds it pretty exciting."

"I also think that maybe you should talk to Mary. She is probably as confused as you were and you could allay her fears by reassuring her that you were confused and was not rejecting her."

In the hallway outside Karen's room, Michelle's husband silently moved away from the open doorway and down the carpeted stairs. There was a smile on his face. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he loudly called up the stairs "Michelle? I'm home. Since my early meeting was cancelled I decided to take the rest of the day off. I have an idea for lunch that you might like..... "He grinned and arranged his now semi-erect penis as it pushed at the front of his slacks. He could feel the wet spot his arousal had left on the front of his briefs. 

"Just a minute, Honey. I'll be down in a few minutes," Michelle called out loudly. "Sally came home with Karen last night and we were just visiting," Michelle continued as she pulled her panties and jeans up her legs. Turning to Sally with a smile, she put her finger to her lips. The two of them giggled quietly. 



The Awakening



Note to reader: Saffiya Daoud is 28-year old French-Moroccan psychologist and sexologist. A graduate of Sorbonne, she is third-generation descendent Moroccan immigrants. A slender, olive-skinned raven beauty, she is a head turner. A sexually liberal woman, who has a difficult relationship with her family, due to her left-wing views and choice in lifestyle. No regular partner, just causal encounters, she travels to Tunisia to study new found sexuality post-Arab spring. 





"Ladies and gentlemen, we'll shortly be arriving in the Tunisian capital Tunis, once again we would like to thank you for travelling with Air France and we wish you a safe onward journey." 

Awoken by the announcement, I try to regain composure. Returning to the Arab world, a place in transformation and upheaval, after the old dictatorial order came crumbling down. We are living in a historic moment, and I want to investigate, what impact these upheavals have on people attitudes towards sex and sexuality. 

The idea of Arab sexuality has always been a hotly debated political topic and as a French person of Arab descent, I'm not immune from it. The personal is political and female sexuality is complex, threatening and contradictory. Growing up in a conservative Muslim household, and having restrictions placed on me, only for me to break these restriction upon heading to university has greatly impacted my world view and politics. 

I also find it difficult to have serious relationships; I prefer no string attached sex, because it feels less restrictive. Before embarking on this journey, I attended a sex orgy, and sucked off five guys, penned by 7 guys and did anal with 3 guys. It's fair to say, that I get stuck into my research, if it feels good do it, right? 

But I know, as a French researcher , I am entering into a minefield. We invented a field of study called Oriental studies and practitioners of this field are called Orientalists. In 1798, when Napoleon invaded Egypt, he took with him an army of scientists, artists and scholars to study and produce knowledge of the new world. However, this knowledge was designed to serve Europeans who wanted to subjugate the non-European world from Japan, India, Arab world to Africa. Quite often they would try to justify, the subjugation as necessary and even good, in France we developed a concept called the 'civilising mission'- in short our rule over non-European people was essential, because they were 'backwards' and 'primitive' and only we could 'civilise' and 'modernise' them. 

This field of study proved crucial in developing the notion of 'them and us' or 'The West and the Rest' and things like 'The Clash of Civilisations' or 'The Roots of Muslim rage' are the latest manifestations of it. As a sexologist, I'm in a particularly difficult spot, as sex became the means of European subjugation. In the 19th century European Orientalists produced accounts of the Muslim world- as being a hot bed of uncontrolled sexuality and every form of sexual 'depravity', 'debauchery' and 'bestiality' went. In short, Muslims were too horny and always at it and this offended the 'civilised' mores of 19th century Europe. Thus they needed to be colonized and taught prudishness. 

The sexual liberal image of the Arab world changed in the 20th century in the eyes of the Europeans. Arabs went from being sexual ravages to sexually puritanical and repressed- replacing one stereotype with another. It's true that the Arab world became more conservative, but this was due to the long-term effects of foreign colonization. Thus, many Arabs are suspicious of westerners coming into their country and studying their sexuality. I am hoping my Moroccan background gains me entry into people's private lives. 

We land and I head to passport control, the border guard stares at my passport and at my face, I offer him a smile and am waved through. Jumping into a taxi and heading to my hotel, I have a few hours to prepare, before my first interview. A few hours to relax and then I get ready.

I head off to a café near Tunis's main university, where I am due to meet Joumana Hatim, who teaches French literature and European philosophy at the university. Since, the revolution she has courted controversies, and has been an outspoken critic of what she calls 'Islamization' of her society. She runs a blog in French called 'my pussy, my rights', and has challenged both conservative and neo-conservative traditions. She also released an audio tape of herself having sex with an unidentified male. 

I see a fair-skinned, dark-haired and dark-eyes woman, wearing denim shorts, cowboy boots and a little top with sunglasses, who appears to be in her late twenties. I immediately recognize her and wave her over. 

Joumana: "Bonjour, how are you?"

"I am fine and you?" I say, as we kiss each other on the cheeks. The beautiful, if not sultry, young lecturer takes a seat and we order some coffee. I start the interview and I am curious to know why she does what she does? "So, you describe yourself as a sexually liberated modern woman, could you tell me what you mean by that?"

Joumana: "Female sexuality is a deeply politicised and revolutionary space, through the prisms of our bodies, we can shatter patriarchy, traditional power, dominance and slavery. It's seen as necessary to control female sexuality in order to preserve male privilege. By liberating our sexuality, and not being cowed by labels such as, good girl versus bad girl, or slut versus virgin, we can destroy the psychological colonization of our minds."

I look at her with an intense look, "So sex is political too you?"

Joumana: "Sex is political for all of us. But also, women have sexual needs and rights too, and we need to remove our fears about our own sexuality. I set-up an NGO called Jasad (Body), and our aim is to get a sexual conversation going for women. We educate and listen to women's needs and aim to empower them." 

"Recently, you have taken aim at Islamists and so-called Islamization of society. What do you mean by this?"

Joumana: "Islamism is a political project, which aims to use the language and cloak of religion to pursue neo-conservative and intolerant political agenda. Religion in Tunisia and the Islamic world in general has always been a de-centralised, pluralistic and contradictory phenomenon. There's no Islamic Vatican and no one interpretation exists- which means by default our societies have always been secular. Traditional religion exists alongside other cultural traditions and mixes with them." She pauses and takes a sip of her coffee, which energies her beautiful face.

Joumana: "But Islamism is a new political phenomenon. It has a distain for traditional religious practises and seeks to eradicate them. Islamism seeks to homogenise religion and to use it as a force to change society based on their singular vision. Islamists are extreme modernists and many are neo-liberal capitalists- they emerged in the 1970's as a result of the failure of both left-wing politics and third-world nationalism politics. Many leading figures in the Arab world in the 60's and 70's were openly agnostic and atheists- but today- no one would dream of being public about it. That's because Islamists have been taking up charity and civil society work and worked on society. They have changed social and political mores and since the Arab Spring, they have more power and influence than before."

While we are talking, an attractive waitress walks over to us with refills. Upon hearing our discussion she adds, "Please, the Islamists are just a group of sexually frustrated men. All they need to do is to get laid." She then walks off and Joumana and I look at one another before resuming. Joumana laughs.

Joumana: "You see everyone has an opinion. But I'll tell you, I fought against dictatorship in this country and I took to the streets to get rid of Ben-Ali. But I will not have my rights curtailed by Islamists just because they also opposed his regime. The women's body is dangerous too them and hence my sexual activism. Sex is a weapon and I intend to make full use of it. Which is why I released those audio tapes and run NGO's to do with female sexuality. The Arab Spring will not become and Islamist winter." 

Joumana is an interesting interviewee and as we continue to talk- the more appreciation- I have for the notion of sexuality as a political weapon. Joumana also said to me, "My body is North African and my heritage is Arabo-Islamic. But my mind is in Paris and my soul in French Philosophy." This quote really got to me. People like Joumana constitute a tiny segment of relatively elite group of intellectuals within society. They are often accused of being 'European' and trying to emulate that of which they are not. Many seem them as 'colonized' people who still lust after bygone times, and while most of Joumana's critiques of Islamism are accurate, I cannot help but wonder if much of her fear and loathing from them comes from the inherited prejudices from the ousted regimes propaganda. And this makes me deeply unsettled. 

Jounmana: "You're quite an intelligent and attractive girl. I'm heading to a party in a few days, why don't you join me? I will show you the other Tunisia!" 

I agree to join her at the party and we depart ways. Over the next few days, I speak to a wider range of people and read more stuff. Tunis has a red-light district and I visited it and spoke to sex workers. I also speak to ordinary couples and what gets me is how sexually open this place is. There are parks were people do it. Most single girls I interviewed are not virgins and the more time and interactions I have here makes me see sexuality in the Arab world in a different light. Sexuality has multiple manifestations and the Islamist have their own manifestation of it. 

Personally this makes me feel conflicted. I am a hyper-sexualised individual, but from my upbringing, I always felt that this negated my cultural heritage. My pleasure seeking violated my traditions and I have always felt a sense of guilt. I always imagined sexual Puritanism to be the traditional Arab culture norm- despite my academic reading which contradicted this. Its one thing to know it intellectually and quite another to know it sub-consciously. This place has forced me to change sub-consciously, which means I am having my own Arab Spring. Culture and traditions are not static but ever changing, and my hyper- sexualisation is part of my culture and traditions and not in conflict with it. Despite what that waitress said, Islamists are not anti-sex and they do get laid a lot, as my interviews revealed. 

I've been trying to run away from my heritage, maybe it's time to stop running? The night of Joumana's part arrives and I slide into leather leggings, sleeveless top and high heels. I've had so much European cock and I am curious to know what Tunisian cock feels like? People here are very beautiful. I arrive at a house and I buzz the intercom- and I am buzzed through. 

Joumana seems pleased to see me and kisses me on both cheeks. She then introduces me to her friends and two guys take interest in me. Zain and Abdul are both friends of Joumana, but are unlike the others at the party. They are tall, tanned and well-built and both are actors. Joumana whispers into my ear, "I think you'd enjoy them. I've had them a number of times and they are special."

Alcohol, drugs, dancing and fornication this part has everything and to any westerner it plagues the question- are we really so different after all? Sipping wine, I sit in Zain's lap, so that I can feel his cock grow. Despite being of a similar heritage, I feel Zain and Abdul, are exotic creatures and dark-beginnings are inherently fiery, passionate and sexy. I realise of course, that these ideas are white European ideas about these people, which being a Moroccan-French woman I have obviously picked up from French society. This should disturb me, but right now, all I want are these Arab beasts to sexually punish and control me. I would be a good whore!

Although sitting in Zain's lap, Abdul still strokes my leg and we try to have a normal conversation. It's then that I tell them what I want and both seem surprised. But ultimately they both agree and I jump off Zain's lap and both me take either of my hands and lead me to the bedroom. Joumana winks at me as we pass her by and I acknowledge her wink with a tilting down of my head. 

In the bedroom, we are finally alone. Exotic Abdul turns to face me and applies his lips to mine and the two join together in a mystical union. I want them to punish me for having European cock, these sex beasts. Abdul slides his tongue into mine and they engage in a dance of the ages- saliva swaps mouths like people's phone numbers. Abdul's minty breath re-assures my taste buds that something wholesome and good is about to tingle their senses. Meanwhile, Zain strokes my butt and lower back indicating his sodomite intensions. 

Abdul pulls his tongue out and spits in my mouth, which I duly swallow. The room temperature seems to be rising and sweat emanates from my brow. Finding no adobe, the sweat continues its move across my head and falls off my face, and lands onto the floor disintegrating upon impact. Penetration, penetration, I want to be penetrated, the voices in my head cry out. No more, no more, I surrender to your majesty, please go rough, I find myself saying. A big Arab dick inside me would cure what ails me. Abdul licks my face and much of the sweat off too- while- Zain kisses, licks and beats the back and side of my neck.

I never thought I could be so aroused by an Arab man, but now I depressingly want one. Zain nibbles on my ear lobe and Abdul blows air into my other ear. Abdul places his hand and begins to rub the crotch areas of my leather leggings, while Zain runs his hands through my hair. Zain crotch is pushing against my ass and I can feel his manhood growing, I never knew Arab men could have large manhoods, I always thought they were meant to be tiny. European men are meant to be big, so much for power and sexual knowledge. My perception of the powerful white man, lead to a perception of a powerful lover. Europeanized beauty was the ultimate beauty, because of its association with power and power is always right. 

My womb wanted to be impregnated by a European man, because of their civilisational dominance and from them I obtain power. Power is erotic, hence, why I believed that Europeans were better lovers and now these two Arab studs are about to teach me a new lesson. Maybe I will marry one of them and given them the benefit of my rationalised scientific European mind, which will dispel their superstitious, savage and primitive customs and tame and civilise them. I think this as Abdul eats my face off.

Abdul now kisses down my neck and chest area, I place my hand on his crotch area and try to squeeze his cock imprisoned by his pants. I place my other hand behind me and do the same to Zain. Both men grunt and become more excited, they want more and I do too. I lift my arms in the air like the spirit of the phoenix and both men pull my top off. My bra is quickly unhooked and my breasts feel the air of liberation. 

Abdul places his lips on each nipple and kisses them both out of respect. He then proceeds to lick and suck them. Teasing my nipples with his tongue, his wet and sloppy tongue encircle my nipples sending them into a state of hardening. An erect breast and two erect penises, not a bad start. Zain becomes increasingly impatient and his veins burn with lust. Desire has overcome him and made him rowdy, he pulls down my leggings and panties with aggression. My westernised ass lies bare for him. 

While Abdul's tongue is making love to my breasts, slurping down their wildly, Zain is unzipping his pants and unveiling his manhood. I stick my hand behind me and place it on his bare cock and squeeze it. It feels large and untamed and I feel my arousal steadily increasing. I pull his cock towards my ass and place it on one of my cheeks, before letting go. He wastes no time and starts to rub my cheek up and down and sideways. Leaving a line of precum as he goes along, which he rubs into my butt cheek. 

I know I can't hold him off for much longer. He opens my butt cheeks and slowly slides his cock between them. He places his arms around me and pulls my head back. I scream wildly with ecstasy, while he pushes in further and further. He reaches my outer ring and slides into my colon and implants himself within. Meanwhile, Abdul places his hand on my outer virginal lips and starts to tease them with his fingers. Zain kisses the back of my head and then pulls his cock out and then in again. He increases his speed and within moments the faint sound of balls clipping butt cheeks grows ever louder. Cheeks become red and a grown man wails, cries, screams, grunts and groans with pleasure. 

I feel my pussy becoming moist and Abdul does not let up. His tongue penetrates my bellybutton before it reaches my pussy. Using his tongue and fingers, he opens my pussy up to a whole new world. His tongue penetrates deeper and deeper with the aid of his fingers. He pulls himself upwards and pulls down his pants and unveils his throbbing manhood, which is the pride of the Arabs. Using his hand, he directs his cock onto my outer lips and gives them a good rub. The teasing of my lips send my into a sexual sensation, while the smell of sex fills my body with desire and passion. 

He now inserts and pushes pass my inner sanctum and enters into my private world. His cock is a work of art and it manages to make it all the way in. Two cocks implanted within me, a double pen, and a devlish smile on my face. Abdul begins to make pelvic movements, which go upward in trajectory. It takes him a few moments but he does get going, and my pussy turns red. I feel my anus and pussy being ripped in-two and I'm loving it. 

I kiss Abdul on the mouth and slide my wet tongue in, while he pounds my pussy. Nothing feels better than for my ass and pussy to receive equal treatment. Harder and harder they pound, reder and reder I go, even my facial cheeks feel the impact. I can feel blood rushing through my body and the smell of cum drifts upwards and greets my nose. My body will ache after this, but it's necessary and right that I continue. 

My pussy begins to drip, and I can feel fluid go up my ass too. Both begin to leak and it feels me with excitement. I feel my leaky pussy is a symptom of an orgasmic sensation that has overcome me. Cum drips out and I am close to climax. I close my eyes and scream my lungs out and then suddenly, white liquid comes out in large droves and my brain relaxes itself. I have had an orgasm. 

Both men stop and withdraw and have a victorious look on their face, like they have just conquered me and won me over. To show my gratitude, I fall to my knees and begin to suck both of their cocks. I lick, tease, slide, bite and stroke their manhoods, rubbing them in sensitive areas and swallowing their balls. Both men redecorate my face with their hot jizz and for the first time this evening, my face looks like my sub-conscious, white. I of course cleaned and swallowed every drop. 

The evening ended and I felt a huge change in my social attitude, I no longer felt guilt and the wall of fear that held me in check had fallen. I later interviewed Islamist woman and found their sex lives were very fulfilled and I began to wonder about the dictum, that the Arab Spring was a revolution of the mind. But a revolution for whose mind? Who proved to me a revolution for my own mind and I take these thoughts and finding back to France with me. 



The Awakening



Women are stunning. Their ample breasts and gentle curves, soft skin and shining hair are the epitome of beauty. They inspired Da Vinci to paint and Alexandros of Antioch to sculpt. They can uplift the most down trodden spirit and lure even the purest soul to sin. Women are simple yet complex, innocent yet dangerous. 

I've always thought of women this way. Never had I really been sexually attracted to them, I wanted a husband not a wife, but I had always been completely entranced by the magnificence of the female form. In college I would leave the dorm when my roommate changed, knowing I would be unable to avert my eyes. I trained myself to look at women's necks when speaking, so as not to fixate on their cleavage. I say again, I didn't want to sleep with these women, I just wanted to bask in their radiance. 

After we married I mentioned my feelings to my husband. He would talk about it during sex, me making love to a woman: kissing her, sharing her, loving her. He once pinned me to the bed, nothing between our skin but the moonlight, "Say it!" He demanded, "Say you're bisexual." After several minutes I relented, eager to feel him inside of me, willing to lie for the heat of the moment.

But I never believed it. I never believed I would desire a woman the same way I desired my husband. I never imagined I'd long to taste sweet female nectar, to caress someone else's round breasts, to bury my face in a body and breathe in her scent. And then my world changed.

I was a nanny. It was a difficult job, 12 to 14 hour days, loving someone else's children knowing you would never be loved back, but it helped to satiate my maternal instincts. I did everything with those children, packed lunches, school field trips, ballet class, soccer practice and, on this night, swimming lessons.

Their youngest daughter was still a toddler. Unable yet to participate in most extra-curricular activities, we enrolled her in a parent tot swim class. Sessions were held twice a week at the local hospital. Their therapy pool was a perfect 80 degrees year round and walking down the steps in my pink Marilyn Monroe-esque bathing suit into the warm water was the closest I could come to a spa day. 

The entire class was rather typical: singing songs, playing games, jumping off the side. I pulled my charge out of the pool, wrapped us both in an over sized towel and crept to the women's locker room, careful not to slip on the slick tile. My boss had asked I shower and change her little girl before bringing her home. This would enable the parents to toss her right into bed without any prep work. 

I gently pushed open the door, expecting to see a sea of naked toddlers getting changed out of swim diapers and into footie pajamas. I rounded the corner, holding my friend tight, both of us freezing outside of the pool, when my jaw dropped to the floor. 

Every mother in the locker room was completely nude. Some were runners, with long nipples, tiny breasts and the bodies of twelve year old boys. Others were quite average looking: 5'4", B cups, tan lines, hairy pubic regions and trying to dress quickly without completely dropping their towels. And then I saw her and was immediately turned on.

My eyes widened at the sight before me and I tried to hide my gaze. Every one of them was beautiful, but the loud blonde standing near the sink was absolutely sexy. She stood with one leg propped on the bench, exposing her bald pussy as she rubbed herself vigorously with terrycloth. 

I wouldn't describe her as fat, but she was thick. Her tummy was puffy from the last of three children and her breasts hung down low, stretched from nursing her babies. Her pink areolas were large, covering a significant portion of her chest and her nipples were erect from the cold. She handled her body roughly, drying every fold of skin, every nook of flesh. She gossiped with another mother at the opposite end of the room, but my eyes were fixed on her. 

Her long, strawberry blonde hair, a style that made her look much younger than she actually was, dripped cool water down her back. I immediately imagined us alone in the room, running my fingers through her strands, gripping hard and pulling her face to mine, tasting her soft lips, gently probing the inside of her mouth with my tongue. She sucked on it before reciprocating by pulling me close. 

The feel of her naked body caused me tingle all over. She untied my halter strap, causing my suit to fall down and expose my white breasts. My C cups weren't as impressive as her much larger chest, but she smiled at the sight of them. I picked up her flesh and buried my face in it, slurping her nipple into my mouth.

My other hand slid around her torso and down to grip her bubbly ass. I squeezed the fat of her cheeks between my fingers while she moaned and ran her fingers through my thick brown hair. She pulled my face up to hers and began nibbling my ear and neck when I plunged my fist into her ass crack. We both wreaked of chlorine but she tasted sweet, like vanilla lotion.

My body erupted in goosebumps and I fell to my knees, burying my head in her soft pussy. I finally smelled something other than pool water and her scent tickled my nose as I lapped up her lightly sweet juice. First my tongue caressed her inner lips and then up the center of her vulva. I reached her clit and plunged under its hood, stimulating her most sensitive area with my taste buds. 

I heard her moan softly when I sucked her tiny nub into my eager mouth. I could smell the perfume she must have used before the lesson but, even stronger, was her natural salty odor. I breathed in deeply through my nose, her scent exciting me even more. One hand still fondling her rear, I slipped two fingers from the other into her loose vagina. 

She was already perfectly lubricated and my digits easily found the tiny bump inside her gaping hole. I pushed into it, as if trying to reach through to her belly button. Her head fell back and a loud scream escaped her lips. I continued mouthing her clit and thrusting into her, causing her body to tremble all over until a rush of fluid ran into my mouth. I swallowed it down, grateful for the experience and the tangy taste. She fell down onto the lightly padded bench, exhausted. 

I wiped her mess off my face, tasting my fingers after I finished. I smiled at the sight of her, a woman completely satisfied by me alone. She radiated ecstasy and I gently kissed the inside of her fleshy thighs, a simple loving gesture that, I hoped, would make her heart flutter. My own desire burned in my groin, but I would not touch it. This moment was about her, enjoying her taste, feeling her soft flesh, smelling her aroma, hearing her breath catching in her chest, basking in her radiance, like I had always desired. 

I snapped out of my reverie, returning, finally, to the task at hand. I went about my business, trying to calm the intense longing of my loins as I did. I pulled my clothes on over my still wet bathing suit, deciding it inappropriate to disrobe in front of my young ward.

I returned home an hour later, unable to forget the earlier events. I told my husband of my exciting night and he immediately ravaged me. I was grateful for his pleasure but continued to fantasize about my imagined encounter until I achieved orgasm.



The Awakening



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Prologue

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My life has crumbled before me, every barrier of stability that enclosed my life has been shattered. I am on the brink of self-destruction and my own actions and choices led me here. But am I truly the one to blame, or is this simply a part of human nature? Would you have done anything differently?

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THE AWAKENING, by K.S.

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I had the perfect marriage with my lovely wife Sapna, with a high paying job in a very reputable firm. I was wealthy and stable, I did everything a loving husband would do. I worked diligently, looked after my wife, and enjoyed warm loving sex with her several times a week. We had a fixed routine of I receiving a caring loving blowjob following me eating out her clitoris, before we had missionary style sex and came together. It was easy to have regular sex with her as she was the perfect Indian wife, always dressing properly while maintaining a lovely slim figure to compliment her long black hair, expressive brown eyes and milky white skin. Her warm genuine smile would melt anyone. 

Did I need more? That unspeakable urge was brimming under the surface constantly, that urge we all have but choose to ignore. Perhaps this led me to innocently stumble across the site that destroyed my 'normal' life forever. A site named 'Awaken Your Desires'.

On screen was a picture of stunningly beautiful woman from the waist up. She must be in her early 30s wearing a dark blue sari with a tastefully deep neck under her black dupatta, her hair and makeup made elegantly, her ruby red lips revealing a kind, loving but bold smile. She was a taller more filled out version of my Sapna, with the exception of her piercing lust filled eyes as opposed to my wife's innocent sweet gaze. Her name was Naina.

The site amazed me, it promised gorgeous looking women with fully customizable sex packages. If you wanted anal sex, group sex, role playing, bondage and discipline, even all of the above... any fantasy you ever dreamed of was available, and for free. Yes, no charge. It was surely too good to be true. There was a vast array of beautiful images of women all dressed teasingly graceful, on the verge of lewd but never crossing the line. Naina... I simply could not remove her picture imprinted in my mind. 

For weeks I wrestled with myself but I caved in, I had to find out more. I found myself calling her much to my guilt.

A smooth comfortable voice answered, very feminine and alluring. She assured me quickly that I had made a great choice and politely asked me what my dreams and desires were. Reluctant, I opted for the most basic of packages, a simple blowjob. She knew that I was new to this and she with her reassuring voice had me booked in for the following morning, a personal date with her.

I was shocked, what have I done? My heart thumped and my pulse raced all evening and all night. I stared at the ceiling thinking only of the woman in the blue saree while my lovely wife slept peacefully next to me. Filled with doubt but unable to stop myself, I found myself in a luxurious hidden away club at 11am sharp the next morning. The receptionist was another lovely looking woman who smiled and welcomed me by my name, how she knew it I don't know.

After a short uncomfortable wait I was greeted by Naina, and my goodness she was stunning. She wore a perfectly fitted dark red saree with just the right amount of cleavage disguising her full breasts. She greeted me like we were old friends, with a big smile and a loving kiss to my cheek as she took me hand gently and led me towards a vast door. I was still in shock and unable to deal with the woman of my desires coming to life. She led me through a long corridor with many doors and frosted glass that couldn't be seen fully through. Some were occupied and I could make out various sexual acts, men sitting while receiving a blowjob, some couples in doggy style, some locked in a 69. I could have sworn that some rooms even had more than two people.

There was a huge double door labeled 'Members Lounge'. We did not go there, and went the opposite way into a small booth. What was behind that door?

I sat down on the comfortable chair and she knelt before me, my heart was thumping so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. She skillfully undid my belt and exposed by throbbing hard cock. Looking up with those large beautiful eyes she smiled approvingly at my penis and slowly, teasingly wrapped her warm mouth around the dark purple head. I cried out in pleasure immediately, I was in heaven. She skillfully bobbed her head back and forth in a very steady rhythm, moving her mouth and ruby red lips halfway down and back, massaging my balls gently with her free hand.

I was barely able to control myself, her tongue darted around my penis head as her mouth enclosed deeper and deeper, taking in an extra inch with every head motion. In only a matter of minutes she was deep throating me with amazing ease and her mouth and throat was massaging my uncontrollable cock. I soon came, harder than I had in months. She moaned approvingly as her mouth received several large jets of hot cum, she continued to suck as eight bursts went inside her. She looked up lovingly and swallowed every single drop, before easing her mouth off my aching penis. 

I gasped and groaned, as she smiled and thanked me for an amazing time. I couldn't believe I was the one being thanked! And nobody asked for money once. Waves of guilt hit me but I let my sexual emotions betray me, I wanted more, much more.

As I walked out back to my car I saw a woman in glasses in a bright yellow dress walk past me, she looked oddly familiar and we exchanged a quick glance before she hurriedly sped past me into the sex club behind me. She definitely recognized me, who was she?

My world began to change before my eyes. I became a regular visitor of the gorgeous Naina. I had graduated from blowjobs to oil massages, oral sex both ways and full vaginal sex. I eventually found myself doing things I had never done with Sapna, including rimming both ways and drilling Naina anally. My sex tastes were definitely getting wilder and rougher.

Sex at home was getting wilder at the same time, the occasional blowjob has moved to longer 69 sessions, more intense pussy eating and penis sucking, and harder more purposeful fucking. Sapna seemed to respond well to my new found mojo, and along with Naina to fulfill my dirtier pleasures, life seemed complete.

A surprise awaited me at a work party. Sapna dressed elegantly and was nicely tucked under my arm as we casually chatted with my coworkers. It was dull and mundane and I much rather wanted to be with Naina, when I saw her. The other woman in yellow, she was my bosses wife! Her name was Deepa. Stunned, I glared at her and she backed away and tried to leave the office lounge. I excused myself and followed her and demanded to know what she was doing having sex in a club! Deepa was beautiful, slimmer and darker than the two current ladies of my life, with a dusky homely look about her and her ponytail, reading glasses and an elegant red dress.

She wouldn't answer me for the longest time before she suddenly burst.

"I don't know! Because I am a slut! I... I am a sex addict, I can't get enough sex."

She told me she couldn't explain why and that it only started happening a year ago. She looked straight into my eyes with lustful desire. Our eyes were fixed on each others, before she threw her arms around me and kissed me deeply. I don't know why she kissed me, but I had no hesitation in kissing my bosses lovely wife back, and it was only minutes before we found ourselves locked in a wash room. Breathing heavily she fumbled at my belt and trousers while kissing me with intense passion. 

Her white cotton panties dropped to the floor, and my bone hard penis was guided into Deepa's extremely moist and well used vagina. She groaned into my mouth as my cock easily slid into her, as I lifted her body onto the counter top. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, and her hips were rocking against mine as we kissed in intense raw passion. I thrust manically and it was only a matter of minutes before she broke the kiss and cried loudly in pleasure. Her body began to shiver in orgasm triggering my own climax, as I felt several hot jets of cum burst into her hot eager body. We both groaned loudly and sealed the intense brief fuck with a long kiss.

As we dressed we stared blankly, unable to register why we were completely losing self control. She thanked me with a polite but embarrassed smile and we both returned to the party. My head spun, no answers were coming.

Expecting Sapna to be furious for leaving her alone, she was strangely warm and loving when I was reunited with her, clinging onto my arm cozily and kissing my cheek with a smile. We went home and instead of retiring quietly to bed I was wrapped up in a long passionate tongue kiss with my darling Sapna, "I want you..." she whispered in my ear, in a tone I had never heard in my life. It was taking me back to our Swiss honeymoon.

I was soon on my back and my wife was seductively kissing my neck, chest and making her way lower, clad in only her black lace bra and stockings. I was moaning in delight before I quickly froze, realizing that my penis was still freshly coated in Deepa's vaginal juice. I tried to make a move but Sapna's lips were only inches away. I almost cried out but it was too late as she planted a kiss on my penis, and used her tongue to guide it into her warm inviting mouth. It tasted different, like a woman's vagina... the dried taste of another woman's pussy juice hit my wife.

This was it, I was dead. My sudden sexual addiction was about to ruin my life. She froze with my cock in her mouth and stared at me, her large loving eyes questioned me, looking straight into me. To my shock, a small grin appeared in the corner of her mouth, and she started to bob her head up and down my rock hard shaft in a loving blowjob. Why was she doing this! Why is she willingly sucking me when she knew I was with another woman? So many questions but I had no time to think, she was moaning in delight for reasons totally unknown to me, and it only got wilder as she released her warm mouth and immediately went to work licking my balls for the first time in her life.

I groaned as her hot tongue massaged my fruits in long strokes, I was unable to register why she was suddenly so willing in bed. I groaned and told her I love her, she didn't answer, only the noise of wet tongue strokes responded. The surprises didn't stop there, as she lovingly ordered me to move back more. What was she doing! I got my answer as my beautiful Sapna's tongue was meeting my anal opening. Another first, she was rimming me. My mind raced and my heart pounded in disbelief, and it only compounded when her small hand wrapped around my penis for a simultaneous handjob and each wrist stroke matched her warm tongue on my asshole. 

I was in heaven, Naina had already done this to me but this was something else, just knowing it was my wife was too much for me. My cum burst out like a hot shower all over her lovely face, something also she had not permitted before as she felt it was degrading. Jets of warm cum dripped from her face, as she beamed in a loving smile. "Sorry I guess I was simply too much for you today, you will have to take my asshole next time" she said sweetly with a goodnight kiss.

Before I could say a word to break my stunned silence she had excused herself to the bathroom. She had never used that word before, let alone even considered anal sex, and here she was stating it will happen like it is a matter of fact! I was already half asleep when she returned, strangely out of breath but very calm and peaceful. Had she been masturbating?

Sapna and I were soon having sex daily and on some mornings she would even surprise me with a morning blowjob. Whatever effect it had on me, it was on her too. 

The strangest things happened, my boss disappeared I never saw him again. But I saw Deepa again. It was my first group sex session, and I was led into a room with two other men roughly my age, and Deepa on the bed in a doggy position facing away from me. She looked at me with her eyes wide, but she didn't make a move as the other two, obviously more regular, begin to work on her chocolate skinned body. One sat in front of her and lowered her head to his cock which she began sucking willingly and skillfully while the other placed himself under her and started to push his erected tool into her vagina, without a condom! 

Why was she doing this! She wasn't getting paid for it. So many questions but I had no time to think, one of the males swore at me and told me to hurry up, Deepa's asshole was up and pointing to me. I slid my cock in comfortably, it was obviously well used. I too began to thrust. Deepa moaned and groaned in the intense triple fucking and despite the obscene nature of the situation I found myself filling her up with hot cum after ten minutes of pounding. I left dumbfounded, the other two weren't done and as I was closing the door they had started double penetrating her while Deepa screamed out in a mix of discomfort and pleasure. 

My mind spun uncontrollably, she was a decent girl, why was this happening to her? I sat down to compose myself when I overheard a man shouting at another.

"What do you mean it's a drug, are you telling me you are drugging us?"

I snuck up to take a look, I could only see a tall self-assured man who was responding to the question. 

"I am simply embracing true human nature, nothing more. You say you won't return, and yet I know you will, you will be back tomorrow, and they day after, and every day forthcoming, this is now a part of you."

A woman's voice appeared "You shouldn't eavesdrop you know darling." I spun around, it was Naina with a confident smile. I demanded to know if I was being drugged, which would easily explain the sudden sexual binge. Her silence answered my question.

"How dare you try to ruin my life and my wife's, who do you think you are!" Naina smiled "Do you think your wife is so innocent?"

I looked in disbelief, what was she talking about?

"Anal sex with her was... surprisingly easy wasn't it?" I stood there numb... she was right about that.

"Why don't you go home early, take an early day off work, go and visit your loving Sapna."

I stared at her angrily, wanting to strike her, but I had to know what was going on. I rushed back home speeding through traffic, nearly hitting a couple of cars on the way. I burst through the door and raced up the stairs, I could hear a faint groaning, it sounded like my Sapna! 

Almost in tears of rage I tore through the bedroom door... and found her facing me on the bed, naked. There was a complete stranger under her... she was riding him in a reverse cowgirl position. She was riding him anally. Her eyes welled up in tears, along with mine. "Karan... help me..." as she looked at me pleadingly, desperately, her emotions had betrayed her just like mine already have. 

Still engaged in anal sex, her outstretched arms embraced me tightly, and we locked into a tear filled kiss. She lovingly spread her pussy lips with her fingers, imploring me. I guided my rock hard shaft into her, and she let out a loud cry which filled the house, it was Sapna's first double penetration. I could feel the foreign second penis through her vaginal wall, the tight feeling was incredibly erotic and warm, we threw our arms around each other and kissed deeply, three lust filled bodies fluxed in a steady rhythm. We all burst into a joy filled climax as jets of cum filled both my Sapna's holes in each end. She collapsed on me as the stranger moved out and let us have a moment. We were kissing and hugging each other, reassuring ourselves. 

The man, now fully dressed, knew why I had come back, and answered my questions swiftly without being asked.

"Its not a drug, it is simply an enhancer. It is applied one time only and is passed through between sexual partners. Everything you are feeling now is natural only, it is simply your human lust and desire, you have been awakened that is all." He smiled. "Whether you return to our exclusive club is up to you entirely, but I hope you are grateful for the new changes in your lives. Judging by both of your orgasms, I would say you are."

He was soon out the door. We were left alone to contemplate our next steps.

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Epilogue

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Sapna clutched onto my hand as Naina led us through the dark corridor, it was our first time here and we were nervous.

It was simple. I had a choice between a simple moral lifestyle, and an alternate lifestyle of wanton sex and debauchery. I understood now, why this club existed. Mankind has reached is peak, the wars have been fought, the sciences have been mastered, the history has been documented. There is simply nothing left, nothing but us. Nothing but this, sex and lust.

This club embraced that fact, and singled out candidates like me. Not everyone is able to see the site that led me here, I was chosen and my computer was white listed. There were several hundred members in this city alone, thousands in the country, and millions worldwide. It was a global secret that will creep in to the modern way of living. It is our future.

The 'Members Only' door was before us, Naina had led us there. I looked into Sapna's eyes, we both knew there was no turning back from this, not today, not ever. She looked at me with those large beautiful eyes, and simply nodded. Naina smiled and opened the double door and led us through. 

Even after everything I had seen so far, it was no match for this.

It was a large scale orgy, dozens of groups of nude males and females across the room on sofa beds and mattresses. Women were groaning as multiple cocks were drilling their holes, sometimes all three at once. Some ladies were sharing a single penis. Some were engaged in audacious lesbian sex, kissing wildly while using strap on penises on each other. Even some men were engaged in bisexual acts, pumping into a woman while sucking another male. One man was busy caning a woman who was tied with ropes. The entire room was filled with only groans, grunts and lustful sighs. 

I recognised Deepa, my boss, the receptionist... even other work colleagues, a distant cousin, my sweet friendly accountant.

I turned around to see Sapna and Naina locked in each others arms and kissing passionately for her first lesbian kiss, and certainly not her last. An old world ended, a new world has begun. 

I stepped into the dimly lit room.

Am I truly the one to blame, or is this simply a part of human nature? Would you have done anything differently?



The Awakening



My husband had been talking about D/s for months. Finally he found a person, another man, who would train him to become a Dominant. Jeff felt like he’d always been supposed to be living this lifestyle. As he told me about it, the idea appealed to me, I have to admit. He gave me some books he’d bought on the subject so that I would know what he was talking about. 

As I read these books it was as if I were reading about me on those pages! I wondered if I was a submissive, and that’s why I’d been attracted to Jeff? I read voraciously, liking what I was learning. Jeff and I experimented some in the bedroom, but we were rank beginners, and neither of us had the experience and confidence we needed to make the other feel comfortable in their respective role. Finally, the gentleman who would teach Jeff came to our home for dinner. He was a very nice, imposing man, seemingly used to being in charge, and he had a way of looking directly at me in a way that made me feel vulnerable and exposed to him. It was as though he could read my thoughts!

As we dined, Jeff explained to him that I had been reading his books and we both felt that I had strong submissive tendencies. Daniel looked at me, musing. He told us that he’d planned to bring in a submissive to use in training Jeff, but maybe he could work with me. Chills ran up and down my back. He asked if I would like him to train me. I swallowed. I asked him what all was involved in the training, so that I could know what to expect. He smiled at me, and told me that he would explore every inch of my submissive nature, and that no stone would be left unturned. I asked him if sexual roles might be played. He said again, that no stone would be unturned. I watched Jeff as I asked Daniel what he would personally do to me sexually. Daniel replied that he would do whatever he felt like. My nipples hardened. I looked at Jeff. He smiled, and told me this was my decision.

I looked at Daniel. I nodded slowly. He asked me what that meant. I said that I was ready for him to teach me. He asked if I was sure. I said yes. He told me to stand up, and turn around. I did. He told me to unzip my dress and lower the top. I looked at Jeff. Daniel told me not to look at him, this was my area, and if I was serious, I must be willing to submit everything that I was to him, for his control, and his use, and that I would be constantly tested, until he was sure that I had the true desire. I nodded. I said I was sure.

He told me again to unzip the dress, and remove it completely. I reached behind my back and unzipped the dress and stepped out of it. I wore no bra, and only a very brief French cut bikini panty. He told me to step forward, in front of him. He lifted both my breasts and rubbed my nipples with his fingers until I thought I would pass out. He took each nipple inside his mouth and sucked them. Then he told me to remove my panties. I did, and stepped out of them. He looked at my pussy. He ran his fingers over my swollen lips and parted them, slipping a finger just barely inside me. I swooned, and he caught me, and pulled me into his lap, and slipped two fingers into my pussy, and I was slippery wet with excitement. He kissed me, and I kissed him back.

Before he was through with me he had me remove his jeans and shorts and suck his cock on my knees right there in front of my husband until he came, and he held my head down on his cock so that I swallowed every drop of his spunk. Then he pulled me onto his lap and slid his cock, which was still hard, right up inside me. I was crazy with the feelings, and I wanted him to fuck me hard. But he just sat there, moving his cock around inside me as he wanted. I looked at Jeff, and his face was red, but he appeared to be enjoying the sight. Daniel then began to talk to Jeff about the lifestyle, and after I moved the second time, he pulled me off his cock, turned me over his lap, and before I realized what was happening, began to spank my ass until I cried out. He made me hush, and spanked me until the cheeks of my ass were on fire. Then he made me get back on my knees and lick the juice of my pussy off his cock and balls, and tongue around his asshole. He made me suck Jeff off then too, and after Jeff came, Daniel beckoned me back onto his lap and down on that magnificent cock again. He just held me and continued talking to Jeff, and suddenly, he grabbed me hard, and I could feel hot spurts of his cum shooting up inside me, and he breathed hard, but kept right on talking. I came, hard. He told me to not ever cum again unless I asked for and obtained permission first. I couldn’t believe my ears, but I nodded. Daniel told me that from this point on, I would refer to all Dominants as “Sir”. And Whenever I addressed him, it would begin or end with “Sir”. He told me that whenever I was around him I was to be barefoot and wear only a short silk robe, which he would bring to me on his next visit. I was to wear no panties or bras in his presence. He wanted me bare in all respects at all times, and always ready for him. Then he excused himself and Jeff, and told me not to interrupt them while they were in training. He sent me from the room and told me to remain naked for the rest of the evening.

Later that night I dozed off on the couch in the den, watching tv. Suddenly I was awakened by Daniel pulling me off the couch and onto my hands and knees in front of he and Jeff. “I told you to remain naked, sub! Covering your body with a blanket without permission is not acceptable!” I remained on my hands and knees while Daniel tied a black silk blindfold over my eyes. Soon he attached what I later learned was a spreader bar between my legs, down at my knees. He fastened a thick leather collar around my neck. I felt fingers smearing some sort of lotion, or ointment over the cheeks of my ass. Suddenly, white-hot pain flashed across my buttocks. Involuntarily I screamed, quickly cutting the sound off. Daniel told me not to make a sound or they would gag me. I was to be caned by both of them for my disobedience. It would seem as though I was losing privileges I had taken for granted. They took turns caning me until my ass was on fire, and I thought I could not stand another lick.

Then I felt one of them kissing the burning cheeks. Or, no, wait. Both of them. They kissed the cheeks of my ass tenderly, lovingly, and both of them rubbed a healing ointment into the skin. Their touch on my ass was making me hot, forgetting about the pain from the caning. Their fingers strayed, more and more, bit by bit, until they were caressing the outer lips of my pussy with long slow strokes. I could feel their fingernails dragging lightly through the hair there. Each of the fingers parted my now swollen lips and dipped inside me. I was dripping wet! Then, they turned me onto my back, removing the spreader bar. One of them lifted my hips off the floor, and the other one pushed a big floor pillow under my ass. The next thing I knew, they were each lathering the outer lips of my pussy with shaving cream, and soon I felt myself being shaved.

Before too long I was bare and silken. They told me to touch myself and see how it felt. It was soft, and so smooth, the feeling very erotic, and it made me seem somehow more naked, and much more vulnerable. Then they took turns on me with their mouths, and soon I was writhing all over that pillow, begging them to let me cum. They did, and I gave into the feelings of release, and the orgasm was the most intense one I ever experienced, with lots of little smaller aftershocks coursing throughout my body.

I lay there, breathing hard, relaxed and so wet, and then one of them pulled me over onto my stomach. They spread my legs, and washed my bottom with a warm cloth and a wonderful smelling soap, and they were washing actually up inside me a ways, until I was sure I was squeaky clean. Then I felt something wet dripping onto my lower back, and one of them pulled the cheeks of my ass apart, and the warm liquid dropped all up and down the cleft of my ass, and down onto my asshole. I was shocked at how much I was enjoying this, when suddenly I felt a face moving down over my cheeks, and a tongue running lightly up and down the cleft. Slowly the tongue approached my hole, but licking around the edges, not dipping into it as I found myself willing it to. Then suddenly, the tongue was smack on the center of my anus, probing, thrusting, and then it slipped inside me, and the tongue was fucking me, and I was going insane with these new feelings. I felt myself being turned slightly, and my leg lifted, and soon another mouth was finding my pussy, and the other tongue was still fucking my bottom, and this tongue was fucking my pussy, and I screamed as an uncontrollable, unstoppable orgasm wrenched suddenly through me, without warning, and I didn’t care what the punishment would be, I just came and came and came.

(To be continued)



The Awakening



The time has come to explore my sexuality, to seek out and find someone to help bring me forward to realize my destiny. As I look into the most opulent green eyes I have ever seen, my heart leaps and my cock hardens, and I wonder if she will be the one. Will she be the one to awaken my life, the one to bring fourth my true feelings and fire the long dormant lust that sleeps in my soul or will she be just the beginning of my quest.

We met through the commonality of erotic stories, mine vanilla as driven snow, hers dark and forbidden and centering on what I once thought as the unexciting arena of the human sexuality.

We have talked many hours about her likes and dislikes, what really turns her on and makes her cum the hardest and what warms her heart and creates the strongest bonds to her soul.

I take her into my arms and kiss her neck tenderly as we remove each other's clothes. My hands touch smooth searing flesh as its uncovered, beautiful breasts, capped with perky nipples begging for attention. A robust perfectly shaped ass awaiting a vigorous spanking, shapely legs stretching up to a perfectly trimmed pussy that is already dripping its dew in anticipation.

My hands cup her breasts as I kiss her succulent lips, my thumbs lightly scraping over her nipples as they harden to my touch. I push her to her knees, where she cradles my balls in her small hand with the perfectly painted nails before she takes the tip of my manhood into her hot, wet mouth and begins tonguing me to hardness.

As I become harder, she begins to suck lightly as her full voluptuous lips travel along the length of my hardened cock making my knees weak in the process. My hands intertwine into her hair, holding her steady as I begin to fuck her mouth as she moans gleefully at the treat she is being fed. As my cock starts bumping against her throat, she opens and inhales me into her deepest region as I drive into her.

I am in ecstasy as I feel the moaning along the length of my cock as I enter and leave her throat. I feel the cum begin to boil deep in my balls, and know that I cannot hold out much longer, and she knows this also and begins sucking harder and swirling her tongue along the underside of my cock until I thrust forward entering her throat, and holding her head tight as I spew my hot cum directly down her hungry throat.

As I release her, she pulls away gasping for air and mewing as her tongue lashes out to capture what little cum has escaped her hungry lips. I reach down and grasp her nipples and pull her to a standing position by the hard little nubs to bring her lips to mine where I kiss her passionately again to thank her for what wonderful service she has given me.

Pushing her onto her back I latch on to a nipple, sucking the hard nub into my mouth and swirling my tongue over the tip as I massage the side of her breast. She is almost purring as I move to the other breast and begin to slide my other hand up her thigh to her overheated sex, finding it wet and open to my touch.

As my finger effortlessly enters her, she clamps down on my finger, her vagina squeezing it tightly. My lips travel down her body, kissing and licking a trail to her pussy where my tongue first circles her outer lips, full and rosy in color showing her excitement, and then moves to her smaller inner lips. Her purring is accompanied my her hips jumping at the touch of my tongue as it dances around and over her passage of love, lightly circling her clitoris causing her to gasp and raise herself to try and apply more pressure to her aching clit.

I suck her clit into my hot mouth, stretching, pulling the sensitive organ as I apply small barley touching rapid flicks from my tongue. She "Ooohhs", She "Ahhhhhssss", and then as the announcer says, "Ladies and gentlemen START YOUR ENGINES!" I get the rhythm right, her hips come off the bed, and her hands grab my hair trying to pull me closer, tighter to her as she begins to moan and shake her head side to side as the pressure builds in her loins.

As my tongue flutters ever so lightly over her clit she builds closer and closer to the edge, the edge that will fulfill her and set her free, she is shuddering in anticipation, moaning out my name and desperately trying to get me to push her over into a glorious orgasm. At that precise moment that she begins to cross over, I stop.

She squeals, and moans "NNOoooooo, I am so close, please" as I pull her on top of me and she starts running her slick pussy over my cock saying " Please FUCK ME! PUT YOUR COCK IN ME BABY PLLLLEEEESE". I tell her she has approval to use my cock and she rises up and places it to the entrance of her sopping pussy and starts to lower herself, "OOOOOooUUUmmmmmm" as she slowly slides down my hard shaft, its width filling her wider and wider until she touches bottom and begins to hump her hard clit into me. I reach up grabbing a nipple in each hand to twist and pluck at the beautiful wonders as I begin to pound into her amid squeels and moans as she rises back up to that elusive plateau of orgasm again.

As I thrust into her, she takes my hands from her breasts and brings them to her neck, I know what she wants, what really gets her off, but she has gone too far, guiding me without permission, and she knows better, I lean forward, pushing her onto her back while keeping my cock firmly planted in her pussy and viciously slap her left breast and causing it to crash into the other as her eyes go wide in astonishment, she gasps and then moans as I feel her pussy clamp down on my cock very hard.

As a bright red tracing of my hand forms on the side and over the nipple which has hardened and distended in relation the warmth spreading across her skin, I give the other breast the same treatment, causing a mirror image of the first hand print as I yell "Bitch! You do not want to incur my full wrath! You ask for permission to guide me first!" Reaching down I grab her hardened clitoris and pull it away from her body, twisting and squeezing it roughly as I return to slapping her breasts with the other hand. 

She moans and grits her teeth at the rough treatment her clit and breasts are enduring, but I can feel her vagina spasm along the length of my cock, she is about ready to cum and I lean forward, kissing her lips and whisper "You cum without permission and you will be sorry!" 

Moans turn to whimpers as I continue to torment her clitoris, tears have formed and stream down her face and her pussy continues to spasm and clamp hard on my cock. I reach over and grab some clothes pins and clamp them on her nipples causing them to turn bright red like little cherries as I continue to slap her breasts, the clamps now twisting violently as my hands hit them. I know she hates these little wonders with a passion, but she knew better and must be taught a small lesson.

Her teeth are bared with the pain and from trying desperately to keep from cumming, as I begin thrusting into her steaming pussy again. Pulling her by her clothes pins I fall backward again and she regains her perch atop my hard cock as my hands grasp the cheeks of her butt and begin to raise her and then slam her back down hard on my cock. 

She takes my lead and begins to ride me like the stallion she is, rising and slamming my hard cock into her sopping pussy with urgency as my hands travel up her body, cupping her breasts and eliciting a whimper from her as I twist the clips briefly before moving my hands to her neck again. 

My hands encircle her lovely neck and begin applying pressure, I can hear her breathing become labored as I close off her air slightly, then I begin applying pressure to the carotid artery to stem blood flow to the brain. Within seconds her eyes roll back into her head and she increases her thrusting, and I remind her "Remember! That cum is MINE and you will not cum without my permission!". I begin pounding up into her, relaxing my hands slightly as her beautiful green eyes begin to focus again, she begins whimpering to me "Ooooooo please let me CUM, I need to sooo bad, Uummmmmm, Ohhhhhh, PLEASE" Tightening my grip again, I tell her "yes baby, you can cum, you can CUM NOW"

As I feel her pussy start to clamp down I continue squeezing her neck, her eyes roll back into her head and she begins shuddering. I then wait a few seconds until she starts to go limp, as I release her neck I remove the close pins and begin pounding her pussy for all I'm worth. As she begins to come around, a massive orgasm overtakes her body, she begins wailing at the top of her lungs, "Oooohhh god, Oh Oh Oh Oh Oooooooooooooo YESSSSSSSSSSSSSsss" 

Her hips are matching my thrusts as we slam into each other, her pussy has clamped hard on my cock and I can feel the pulsations along the length of my cock. Then I see her hands go to her nipples, the tingling has started as blood begins to flow again, her eyes begin to go wide as I take one final thrust and begin cumming, Uuuuugggghhh my scalding hot semen splashing against her cervix as her nipples regain FULL feeling and then ANOTHER HUGE ORGASM starts to overtake her body.

The tingling from her nipples is almost intoxicating as the blood returns and her ultra sensitive nipples regain their ability to transmit feeling, and then she can feel his semen, hot and jetting against her most private spot as the tingling in her breast starts to increase exponentially and becomes a searing white hot pain. Pain that radiates out from her nipples, cascading over her body and heading directly to her clitoris as her oxygen starved brain tries to comprehend all the signals it is receiving.

Her moaning increases in pitch as I release her neck and move down to cradle her sensitive breasts in my hands as her hips begin to slam her clitoris against my pubic bone and her head is thrown back as she wails out the beginning of the hardest orgasm her body has ever experienced. Slamming her clit against me, she screams "OoooooooIIIIiiiiiiEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" and when I feel she is at the peak, I grab her hypersensitive nipples and twist them violently. 

Her body is convulsing as she screams in pain and orgasm, and as the massive sensations overload her body she collapses onto me as the orgasm and pain push her over into unconsciousness. 

As I cradle her head and wait for her body to finish its orgasm, I smile to myself, my first step has been taken. I have let a long dormant part of my soul out for a little stroll and it has returned satisfied and triumphant. I feel that now having experienced a taste of what it has been missing, my true soul will need to be fed an ever-increasing range of experiences to be satiated, and I wonder where that will lead.



The Awakening



The following account is actual fact and not fiction. I resolve to tell truthfully of my first real lover, and not allow too much time on the other two men before him, who were sexual partners. We are to go back to another era in time, my college years. The year is 1984 with the night in question happening in late August. I was two months shy of my 22nd birthday. But first, I must give to you, dear reader, the background of my early sensual years or the lack of them, per say. This also was my first attempt at writing, I think its style is appropriate for a budding sensualist and writer. 

Growing up under the influence of Southern Baptist teachings, I was a very quiet, smarter than the average bear, shy, naïve girl, who was very unsure of myself, especially during those troublesome teen years. I was very much the plain Mary Jane with large glasses; long straight hair always pulled back, no makeup and conservative clothing. It wasn't until I went away to college, when I was eighteen that I came out of my shell. I made some great friends who encouraged the caterpillar that I was to blossom into a very pretty butterfly. With the help of contact lenses, chic haircut, tasteful makeup and fashionable clothing, I became a very strikingly attractive young woman of the eighties. 

Up to date on my appearance as I was, I still felt unsure of sex. Men started to notice me. I became acquainted with flirting and its benefits, as I practiced my kissing techniques and the thrill of being desired. I waited and saved my virginity until I met the man I thought I loved. In the end, at twenty-one, I not only lost my virgin airs but also my virgin heart. When he and I progressed to the stage in dating, where you are either intimate or departed, I chose intimacy without telling him that I was still a virgin, something that I was ashamed of being. The experience was a disaster. He couldn't understand why I didn't comprehend his commands or moves during the act. It wasn't until he saw the blood stained sheets that he understood. This proved to be too much for him; having the responsibly of a virgin in love. So about a week after our one night together, he told me that he couldn't handle my innocence. He preferred an experienced girlfriend, and was sorry because he didn't want to hurt me. He was a little late in the hurt department.

I went back to dating and partying with my friends, while still not understanding men or sex. Two months later, I met another guy that I really liked, thus deciding to try again. The results were a complete disaster. I told him of my inexperience, so that he would be forewarned and patient. I don't think that he was as experienced as he said. We fumbled around in the bed, neither achieving whatever our goals were supposed to be. He kept repeating to me how sex with me was no fun. What confidence I had started to accumulate, plummeted to the ground. I do remember that he told me to kiss his thighs and hips. Wanting to make up for being such a terrible lay, I did. Suddenly he had his cock in hand rubbing it across my mouth, telling me to open up. As soon as my lips closed around his throbbing prick, he came. The taste was God-awful. I knew then that come had to be green in color, because the taste was horrible.

Our failure at sex made our relationship deteriorate rapidly. I had already decided that sex wasn't for me. I would be friends with guys, flirt and dance with them while clubbing and maybe have an occasional date, but no sex. Anyway, what was the big deal about it, because I saw none. 

The summer came and I decided to spend it employed as a nursing assistant at a youth camp located in the North Carolina Mountains. It was fun work. The children were great and I got to see some breathtaking sunsets. I discovered the art of self-pleasure while there at camp. It happened when several of the female counselors were in my cabin one rainy night. One of them had a woman's magazine, which had an article about the techniques of masturbation. We made jokes and laughed as she read it out loud. That night when I was alone I explored. What a discovery! I never imagined that I could feel this good this way. I mastered my self-pleasure all that summer. It did something for my self-esteem. I knew my body, how it felt under my fingers, and how to make it sing such a sweet song. I did this all alone, not needing men. I had myself. With this armed knowledge, I headed back to college. 

On my first night back, I was dying to go out to the bars I loved and socialize with the people I missed all summer. My roommate, Joyce and I were preparing for the evening when a guy she had dated during the spring semester, called asking us to come over for a drink, so that we could meet his new roommate and for Joyce to see his new computer. I didn't want to go because they always tried to set me up with his friends, I didn't want to waste the night there. The neon lights of the bars were calling me. With her swearing on her mother's grave to make the visit brief, I agreed to go. 

There have been maybe four or five instances in my whole entire life, when I have actually felt that I was a beautiful and desirable woman. That night was the first. My hair was long, dark and cut into a layered style with soft curls, whispering around my face. My body was tanned from the mountain sun and toned from playing volleyball with the campers. I wore a black and white sleeveless summer sweater, a black mini skirt, which had a slight flair, just barely covering my bottom and a pair of 2" black heels. I felt confident and ready for the first time to face the bar scene and handle the men there who would want to seduce me. Let them try!

Joyce and Gray, the guy we were going to visit, had a strange relationship where they were intimate one week and just friends the next, until finally settling into a "we're-just-friends" stage. I tried to stay away from Gray because he unnerved me for some reason. His intense way of staring frightened me; because I didn't understand the look or the way he made me feel. Gray resided in a three bedroom duplex about three blocks from our dorm. We decided to walk, because it was such a lovely night. Joyce threw Gray a quick hello, before hurrying into the extra bedroom, which housed the new computer. I'll never forget Gray's face as he turned to greet me. He looked incredulous, saying, "Sherrie? My God, you look beautiful!" I was totally embarrassed. Looking me up and down, he tried to mix me up a drink, probably some voodoo love potion. I quickly went in search for Joyce. I sensed danger in Gray's look, besides the men at the bars were waiting on us unbeknownst to them. Gray made my heart pound. I didn't want Joyce angry with me over him. Her friendship was more important than this strange sensation that Gray aroused within me.

We had just settled into the living room with our drinks when Dave, Gray's roommate appeared. At six feet tall, he was a Donny Osmond look-alike with brown hair, cute but not my speed. Gray of medium built, had curly black hair that fell over his forehead and one eyebrow, light green eyes and a devilish smile. To be courteous, we agreed to have a few drinks, while Dave proceeded to entertain us with magic tricks. He and his good looks intrigued Joyce, I could tell. I wondered if Gray noticed the attraction. Glancing at him, I saw that his eyes were on me. I looked away quickly, pretending not to notice. The evening unraveled when Dave decided to handcuff Joyce and I together. As any mature college guy would do, he placed the key inside his sweat pants, telling us that we had to fish for it. Joyce dove right in. It seemed to take forever for her to find the key. She kept saying, "Oh my!" while fumbling around inside his pants. I made some comment about her ability to find the key, which should have been easy since metal absorbs heat and she was definitely getting him hot. The hardness of his cock shown. Finally, she was successful and we were freed.

Joyce and David sat on the couch together talking quietly. I sipped my drink while not really wanting it. Bored, I kept glancing at my watch, eager to leave. Gray, noticing my restlessness asked me to help him in the kitchen. As he retrieved mixer from the cabinet, I put ice in a glass. I was wiping the cold wetness off my hand with a towel, when I felt Gray's lips on my bare fore arm. Stunned, I turned to face him. He embraced me, pulling my soft curves against his firm body. I asked him what did he think he was doing? His reply was a kiss. Oh, what a kiss it was. I was lost in it immediately. With his hands in my long hair, his tongue slowly parted my mouth. When my tongue tentatively reached out to touch his, he pulled me into an even deeper embrace. Breathlessly we parted. He placed butterfly kisses on my eyes and forehead. It took me a second to gather my wits. What was I doing? This guy was really Joyce's man. I had no right to betray her. As if reading my thoughts, he took my hand, pulling me into the doorway of the living room. On the sofa, Joyce and Dave sat, kissing deeply. I wasn't surprised because they had been headed on the make up trail all night! I felt relief. Looking at Gray, I wondered what was next.

He pulled me back into the kitchen, pinning me against the counter. Taking my hair in his hands, he examined it closely. He seemed to be memorizing everything about it. He commented on the softness of it, the perfume of it, how shiny it was and that there must be gazillion colors of red and brown mingled in it. Letting it slide through his fingers, he next took my hands within his strong ones. How small they seemed there. My nails have always been one of the top ten best features of me. Clean, manicured and lightly polished, they were never too long. He placed one of my hands on his cheek. I let it follow the shape and texture of his jaw line. Smiling at him, I caressed the dimple there in his chin. 

He placed both hands around my face cupping my cheeks. His thumbs traced my soft full lips, tickling me. I giggled, girlishly. He inhaled deeply, looking into my blue eyes. With a ragged breath, he began kissing me passionately. I once again, became lost in the wonder of it all. Unexpectedly, he released me, taking my hand in his. Pulling me down the hallway, we headed to his bedroom. I reluctantly followed. My thoughts were on Joyce and what she would think of the passion that Gray and I had ignited. As we passed the living room, I noticed that no one was there. From the room across from Gray's, I heard Joyce and Dave laughing. The Do Not Enter sign said it all. 

Once inside his room, he fell upon the mattress on the bare floor. It had no headboard and the sheets were tangled. I smiled to myself, thinking that men failed to comprehend the concept of making a bed. I stood above him in uncertainty as he looked at my body. Was I headed for another disappointment? How could I ever satisfy this man? I knew nothing! I started to apologize about my lack of experience, trying to warn him not to anticipate heaven. He calmed me by telling me not to worry that all would be fine. He ran his hand over my smooth tanned legs, starting at one ankle, ending just inside the thigh, then back down the other leg to rest on the opposite ankle. Kissing my calves, he said that he wanted me. My heart pounded. He asked if he could see more of me. My heart skipped a beat as desire swept through my body, replacing the uncertainty. I knew instinctively that this time would be different.

I stepped over to turn off the light. He cried out that he didn't want the light off, for me to leave it that he wanted to see all of me. Wide eyed, I stood frozen by the light. Never had I ever known of anymore leaving the lights on, but I trusted him. So I moved closer to the bed. I first let my skirt fall to the floor. I lifted it with my shoed foot for him to discard. He neatly folded it and placed it on a beanbag by the bag. I hesitated at the hem of my sweater. His nod of approval encouraged me to go further. With a quick movement, I had it off and tossed to where my skirt sat. There I stood in just my black lace bikinis, lacy black bra and black heels. He motioned me closer. His eyes drinking in my body, as his breathing became rather labored, he kept repeating over and over how beautiful that I was. I confess that I was aroused.

In the flash of an instant, he had me on the bed, lying flat on my back with him looking over me. I'll never know how he did that so smoothly. His eyes burned a green fire as he started kissing me. His hands caressed my breasts through my bra, causing my nipples to get hard and taut. Then he had my bra off with none of the usual fumbling. I'll never forget the wet kisses that he placed upon my breasts, nipples and stomach, as his hands teased me through my panties. He tugged them off to touch my bare naked pussy which dripped with wetness. He kissed down my stomach and over my hips to the top of my thighs. What was he doing, I wondered as his mouth brushed the soft ermine fur at my womanhood. I tried to push him away as that was not a place for kisses. He was very insistent. Moving my hands aside, he tickled my quivering pussy with his tongue, devouring me. He could sense when I was almost at climax, then he would stop, only to start again. The return was heaven. When I did cum, he couldn't get enough, he made me cum again in seconds. I was drenched in wetness. He couldn't get over the lake I had become. His face was covered.

He stripped down to nothing. I looked at his body with curiosity. I had never really had the chance to see the other two guys' bodies, just felt their hardness, as we did our deeds under the cloak of darkness. I ran my hands over his strong chest, intertwining my fingers in the sparse hair that lived there. He lay beside me, to gather me in his arms to kiss me passionately. I could taste myself on him. It wasn't that bad, actually quite tasty. Pushing my legs apart with his knee, he knelt between them, entering me slowly. Stopping mid way, he exclaimed how tight that my pussy felt. Holding his breath as I held mine, he pushed into me all the way, not hurting me once. His slow stroke made wet sounds inside me. I kept waiting for a disappointed look to appear, but one never came. He had this intense look of ecstasy on his face, as he stroked in and out. Holding me by my hips with my ass off the bed, he pushed in deep. Not taking my eyes off him, I started to instinctively grind against his pubic bone with my pussy. I don't know why I did this; my body had a mind of its own. His expression turned to one of disbelief. He dropped my hips, telling me that he was not ready to come, he mumbled this more to himself that me. He covered me completely with his body, pinning me to the bed, almost ceasing his stroking into me. He kissed me and caressed my face, telling me that he didn't want to come yet and that he wanted to enjoy my wetness. He held me for along time not moving inside me. I could feel him pulsing and throbbing, as he was so hard.

Then he was out of me, telling me that he wanted me on top. I confessed that I didn't know how I should do this maneuver. He patiently and with lots of kisses, helped to guide himself in once I straddling him. He let out a small sound as he slid in. My wetness drenched us both. As I slid up and down his cock with his helping hands guiding my hips, I felt my nipples get harder than they had previously. He let me set the pace of our loving. I reveled in the slowness of feeling him slide in and out of me. I could feel an orgasm start to build. The experience intrigued me. My hips started to buck uncontrollably, as I moved faster and faster. Taking my hands, he interlaced our fingers together. I rode him hard and faster now with my juices flowing even more. My pussy erupted like a volcano with the spasms taking me unaware. The felling of my uncontrollable jerking around his hardness was so special and so different than any orgasm that I had experienced alone or when he was licking me earlier. So I went into another one. How this man didn't cum, I will never know. He just hung on and talked so sweetly to me, encouraging me to cum and telling me how good it felt. I finally collapsed on top of him, spent.

Finally coming down from the mountain, I looked into his eyes with a slight embarrassment for losing control. He smiled, while taking his hand to caress my face and move my hair from my eyes. My wetness was all over my thighs. Looking down at his cock, I saw that it was shiny with my juices. Lying there beside him, I watch him take a hand to his balls to wipe my come from them. After tasting his fingers, he pushed me back amongst the pillows to lick me again. My pussy has never been as wet as it was that night, and Thank God this man loved it. I came again, rather quickly. I was turning him on, as I could feel his cock twitch against my leg. He licked my thighs and pussy lips, while making yummy sounds. I don't believe he could stand it much longer, as he asked me if I would taste him. I hesitated, remembering the foul taste of come. But looking into those sweet green eyes, I knew that I should at least try. He took my small hand and guided it up and down the shaft, as my tongue flickered over the massive purple head. It tasted like me but also had a coppery woodsy flavor, from his pre come I guess. I kept licking the head like he told me to do and increased the tempo of my hand. 

Suddenly, he cried out for me to move my mouth off his cock. I did in the nick of time as cum shot everywhere, all over my hand, his cock, his stomach, my hair and some even hit his chin. He released my hand, moaning with his cock twitching and oozing cum. I looked at my hand to examine his hot seed cooling there on my fingers. I said in amazement that it was not green. Honest amusement made him laugh as he told me it had better not be green. Taking a discarded shirt, he cleaned my hands and himself before pulling me tight to his chest. I could feel him smiling into my hair. Our hearts beat together as one while we both climbed down for the heavens. I slept in his arms, content as a kitten.

Thus, started our torrid affair, which lasted for over 3 months. He gave the sensual teaching that an experienced lover does to one of eager talent. We grew close to each other, sexually and emotionally. But as our fire grew hot and rabid, it had to cool down eventually. His ex fiancée moving back into town, ended our loving. She wanted him back. He was torn between us. One night I went over for our usual heated lovemaking session, but he seemed distracted and edgy, pulling me tightly to him and then pushing me away. I sat on the arm of his chair, patiently waiting. 

He finally confessed that he was torn about what to do. He wanted my raw sexuality, and me but he needed the security her arms possessed. He was ready for marriage and a family. He told me that he felt that I had places and sensual adventures to conquer, which I needed to help me grow as a woman. He wanted me but knew that he couldn't keep me. I looked into his tortured eyes and did what I knew that I had to do, even though my heart ached. I kissed his forehead and walked out of his life. 

Pausing in the doorway, I turned to look at him. He had his face buried in his hands, crying. A part of me was crying, too.



The Awakening



My eyes feel heavy as I try to turn on my side and stretch. My motion is stopped by something unseen holding my arms above me, and my heart starts to pound. My worse fear has always been, being raped in my bed, in the middle of the night by an intruder. My mind jumps to this horrific conclusion, as I raise my head off my pillow to scream for you. My eyes try to adjust to the pitch-black room and see where you are, but, before I can scream for help, I feel your hand cover my mouth, and your breath on my cheek. "Shhhh... It's ok, I'm here." You tell me, as your unshaven face brushes against my cheek.

My eyes take in the scene I have awakened to. I'm in my bedroom with you beside me, yet the blinds have been drawn tightly, and my long frame, is held securely down by ties at my wrists. Jasmine scents the air heavily, and I watch candle wax dripping down a candelabra by the window, the only light in the dark room.

"What the hell is going on here, why are my arms tied? Untie me before I kick your ass.", I demand.

You shuffle next to my side, opening the drawer of my nightstand. I hear the strike of a match, and watch you cup the growing flame, lighting the small candle on the table. I watch you hesitate to look at me, and than slowly you sit on the edge of my bed and place your arm around my waist and lean close to my face to speak to me.

"Well...if I untie you, it will ruin everything, you see. I went to a lot of trouble to plan this baby, so if you think you can kick my ass, all tied up, as you are, I'd like to see you try."

You smile at me and I turn my face from you, staring at the opposite wall, I feel anger boil within me, and I refuse to meet your eyes, wishing I could disappear through that thick wall.

"No, you're not going to start getting mad." You say as you turn my face towards yours.

"I don't like this at all. I'm not into this, you know that, I've told you, before, damn you."

You smile at me and I feel the urge to slap your smug face, knowing you like seeing me like this, at your total mercy, your plaything, to be used, making my fear a reality.

"The only thing you don't want to do is lose control, you know that. I'm not going to hurt you ever, but I'm not giving into you this time. So go ahead get raving mad, but I'm warning you, the madder you get the sexier you look to me."

"Your such a jerk.", I say smiling, turning my head.

You lean into me and lightly kiss my lips, your eyes serious, dark with desire.

"Yep, pay back is a bitch, ain't it love?"

I stare at you in disbelief, afraid to totally trust you, knowing your words are true. I'm afraid to not be in control.

I watch you get up and walk across to the dresser and rummage in a plastic bag, for some unseen article. My heart begins to race and I close my eyes, and feel panic rise in my throat. I concentrate on breathing, knowing if I give in to my fear, I'll hyperventilate.

"Are your arms hurting? If they start hurting tell me and we will stop, ok?"

"I'm ok." I say, in a shaking voice and I see a flicker of concern flash across your features.

"Trust me." You say and my heart knows your testing me.

A crimson piece of fabric is clutched in your hands and you raise my head off the pillow to tie it securely around my eyes.

I open them desperately, trying to see something, but my eyes see blackness, as I close them and lay my head back on the pillow. You lie beside me and pull my face towards you and kiss the tip of my nose. My breathing increases as I feel your hand circle on my breasts, and I feel your lips crush my lips in a deep kiss. 

Your intensity shocks me, as your kiss remains demanding, yet your caress stays gentle. The bed squeaks as you raise your self over my body, straddling me, with your thighs on either side of me.

I feel trapped, and before I can complain I feel you kneading me through my thin cotton nightgown. Shivers run through me, and my skin begins to tingle when you fondle my nipple into hard pebbles. My mind blurs, and my breathing increases as you lean forward and take one into your mouth, clothed. You fumble for something on my nightstand, and I feel something rest on the bodice of my nightgown, feeling it's cold weight.

"What is that? I ask, worried.

"My pocket knife." you say without explanation.

"What??? Let me up!" I say trying to lift myself off the bed.

"If you're not quiet, I'm going to gag you too."

"Trust me."

"But..."

I hear you flick the top of your pocketknife open and imagine seeing it's blade, my heart knowing you would never hurt me. I feel the side of the cold steel, lightly against my throat. You run the side down to the top of my bodice and unexpectantly suck a nipple into your warm mouth.

"Ohh..." I moan into the air.

"You know how bad I want you tonight? I've laid here watching you sleep, thinking of ways to fuck you, and every time you moved in your sleep, I've wanted to rip your clothes off."

You pull your mouth from me and I feel the night air on both my damp nipples, making them respond, and tighten. With a flick I feel you tug at the top of my nightgown, surprising me, exciting me. I hear the sound of ripping as you rip my night gown down to my navel, air rushing across my pale skin, igniting it as you claim my breasts in your hands cupping, molding them to you. I arch my back into your hands begging them to continue as I feel you kiss down my torso, making me gasp as you grab me by the sides lifting me up, my legs falling apart at the knees, begging you to taste me.

Your hands grasp me hard and bring me to your mouth, I feel you lick me through the cotton nightgown, wetting it with your tongue, arousing me, further, I feel your hands clench the night gown and rip it completely off, burying your head in me as you throw it beside the bed.

My arms tug at the cords tying them to the bedposts as your tongue slips inside of me and hits home on my clit.

"Ohhh...mmmm."

Your tongue circles my clit sending me into my head with pleasure, as you increase the pressure and suck on me hard, bringing me so close to orgasm that my muscles contract, and you raise your head.

"Not yet."You whisper.

Your hands travel down my vagina, and I open further seeking my release, knowing you can give it to me. You thrust two thick fingers into my tightness and I moan in surprise. You know my labia so well, know where to push, where to pull and your fingers are your magic tonight, circling, around my opening, making me buck on your hand, taking you in as far as I can, wanting to consume your entire hand.

"My God….I want you inside me now," I plead, but the only response I receive is the harder thrusting of your fingers.

I feel you withdraw your hands and reach for something unseen, and my heart pounds, my body ache with un-released passion, and my clit is throbbing.

"You trust me don't you?"

I shake my head, praying silently that you will hurry and end this cruel game.

You brush my dark hair off of my breasts and dip in to tease them with your teeth.

"Please…I'm so close." 

"Please what?" you say sucking harder on my hard tit.

"Please stop?"

I shake my head, frustration making me clutch your head to my breast.

"Please fuck me? Is that what your saying?"

Your eyes glitter, as you watch me shake my head yet again.

"Say it."

Your hands ram into my vagina, making my stomach leap.

"Your pretty wet, your enjoying this aren't you?"

I shake my head and arch my hips, riding your hand.

"Oh… God….mmm.."

"Say it." You say stopping your hands from bringing me closer to cumming.

"Say I'm making you wet, tell me what I'm doing to you, what you want, tell me."

"I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. Ohh….uhhhhh…please." I say to you as your thumb caresses me in a new place, inches below my vagina, that sacred place no one has ever dared to touch, sending shivers up my ass.

"When your fingers are in me, you make me so hot, uhhhh…that. I want to cum so bad."

"You like this?" you ask as I feel something hot, splatter on my chest, making me cry out, as my mind adjusts to the pain on my chest and your fingers ramming into my hole.

"I knew you would like that. How about some here? You don't wait for me to answer, take my moan as a red light and splatter lightly some wax on my stomach trailing down inches from my mound.

"Uh …Uh…Uhhhhh." I moan my voice rising higher , Sounding foreign to my ears.

I feel your erection against my leg, and hear you concentrate on breathing, knowing your watching me. I know it's only a matter of time until you're to excited to do anything but fuck me, your pre- cum dribbling on my bare thigh already.

You stroke my legs inside, and I feel you lifting them, running your tongue behind my knee.

"Mmm…hurry."

You place my right leg over my left half turning me and hold on tightly to my right thigh, as you push into me your hard length. Your hands go over my head untying my hands from their prison and the ribbon around my eyes.

"Ahhh…"

"GOD….fuck it's tight." You blurt out thrusting into me, creating a tighter ring around your large dick by our position.

My hips arch towards you and I grab hard onto your shoulders, letting you have complete control, thrusting hard into me and giving me your entire length, I feel it hit the top of my womb and I moan.

"Oh I'm gonna cum soon… I can feel it."

This excites you and I hear your breathing become labored as you continue to push further into me sending us both closer. Your deep inside of me when I squeeze around your dick tightly, cumming onto you, and I bite your shoulder, my nails drag out blood underneath the surface of your skin as you cum inside me, filling me up with your hotness.

"Uhhh…Uhhhhhhhhhhh." Your orgasm seeming to last forever as I feel you rush into me again, with a short stream.

Our breathing is fast as we lay together in my bed, and I think this has been the best sex I've ever had. You look into my eyes, and I feel your dick twitching again coming to life as you say in that sexy voice," See, I told you to trust me."