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The Present

By: Bellissima



Lin woke and stretched luxuriously. It was the weekend and she had a feeling it might just be a wild one. She and her current lover, Ben, had watched a ballgame the night before and had bet on the outcome. Lin had lost and Ben had smiled wickedly as he told her that she would be "paying up" today. Ben was an inventive and playful lover. He had taken Lin into worlds of pleasure that she wouldn't have otherwise even tried. 

Lin's fingertips brushed along the sides of her breasts and she sighed dreamily, trying to imagine what he would come up with. Her fingers moved slowly to her nipples. She rolled them and pulled them out from her soft mounds, teasing them and purring low in her throat. Her nipples were her weak point; the erogenous zone that always made her pussy catch fire. Ben had found that out almost immediately. All he had to do was look down at her tits and lick his lips. Instantly her nipples, which were large for the size breasts she had, would harden and extend until they looked like pencils erasers. She adored having them played with and sucked. Lin looked down at her fingers playing with her erect nipples and smiled ruefully. The way they looked now as a matter of fact. She sat up and reached for her robe. She could smell coffee brewing. Seduction in the kitchen sounded perfect to her!

As she was tying her robe around her, Ben walked in the room. He had that same wicked smile on his face and his hands were behind his back. Lin smiled at him and said, "You look like you have mischief on your mind sir!" 

Ben's grin grew wider as he leaned over and nuzzled Lin's neck. "Oh I do darling, I do!" he whispered and then he pushed her back on the bed. Before she knew what was happening, Lin felt her hands being tied to the bedposts. 

"Ben! Stop it!" she cried. She twisted under him as he tightened the velvet cords. Then he rolled off her and began to stroke her body lightly, skimming the gentle curve of her hip and tracing his fingertips around her breasts, spiraling up to her erect nipples, but not touching them. Lin felt the familiar ache as her nipples yearned for his touch and she whispered frantically, "Ben...please, you're making me want you. I need...I'm not sure I like this". 

Ben leaned over and ran the tip of his tongue over Lin's full, trembling lower lip. He whispered against her mouth, "Remember our bet? You don't want to welch on a bet do you?" Ben kissed her gently. "I would never hurt you my love, you know that don't you?" Lin nodded hesitantly. Ben smiled lovingly at her and continued," I want to make a present of you...for someone whom I suspect would more than love to unwrap you." He began to gently plucking her nipples, with his fingertips, over and over until Lin's breath caught with desire. He continued to whisper, "I'm going to leave you here, after a few finishing touches, and then I'm going to run a note over to Michelle. I have a feeling that she has the hots for you."

Lin looked at him in amazement. "You didn't know she likes to play with girls?" Ben chuckled at her reaction. "The note will say that since I'm going to be gone for the day, why doesn't she come over and have coffee." I'll tell her that you just woke up, and to go ahead and get you out of bed, you lazybones!" Ben laughed again and tweaked one of Lin's hard nipples. "Won't she be surprised when she sees what I've left her to play with! I have a camera set up so we can watch the whole show afterward. I can't wait to see it!"

Lin went hot and cold at once as she tried to imagine the scene Ben was describing. She had never done anything with a woman, although it was one of her secret fantasies. But Michelle? God! What would she think? Lin felt paralyzed with shock and yet, she was very horny, thanks to Ben's teasing. Ben watched the expressions play over her face and smiled to himself. He grabbed a pillow and pushed it under Lin's hips. Then he loosely tied her ankles to the lower bedpost. Lin's paralysis broke and she began to struggle against her bonds. She begged Ben not to do this. She would never be able to face Michelle again! 

Ben smiled again and shook his head as he looked down at her. God, she was an arousing sight! Her long black hair streamed around her shoulders and her pale skin glowed against it. Her small, but full breasts jiggled enticingly as she struggled against the soft cords she was bound with. Her large, erect nipples looked as hard as peach pits and seemed to strain towards him. Her slim waist flared into a flat stomach and gently curving hips. With the pillow under her hips, her gorgeous pussy thrust forward, her lower lips were swollen and her large clit peeked through. Ben couldn't resist sliding his index finger between her pussy lips and hearing her soft moan in response. "Methinks she protests too much", he thought as he felt her juices spill over his fingers. Then he remembered the finishing touch. He pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket and gently gagged her. "I don't want you talking Michelle out of anything, until she has a chance to think about it. He leaned over a!! nd kissed her. Without another word, he walked out of the bedroom.

Lin heard the front door shut and tried to comprehend what was happening to her. Ben had left her trussed up and Michelle was on her way over! She twisted and turned, trying to free herself, her body beginning to glow with a light sheen of perspiration from her efforts. Suddenly she heard the front door open again and a voice called, "Lin?" Lin froze. Oh shit! It was Michelle! She heard her footsteps as she walked through the house and started up the steps. "Get up sleepyhead! Ben came over and says he can't drag you out of bed!" Lin closed her eyes, too humiliated to want to see Michelle's expression when she saw her like this. 

The bedroom door opened and Lin heard Michelle gasp, "What the hell?" A deep silence fell and Lin wanted to die. Finally she opened her eyes and saw Michelle standing in the doorway, shock mixed with another odd expression washing over her face. Lin looked pleadingly at her friend, silently begging her to untie her. 

Michelle couldn't believe what she was seeing. There was her friend and neighbor, gloriously naked and tied to the bed. She had always wondered what Lin's body looked like and now she was getting her wish! Michelle felt the beginnings of lust course through her, her nipples began to harden and her pussy began to twitch. She had had fantasies about her sweet neighbor for as long as she could remember, but never had she imagined anything like this would happen! Slowly, as if in a dream, she walked towards the bed, gazing at Lin's lovely body. As her eyes met Lin's, something electric filled the air. Lin felt it and her pale blue eyes widened as she saw the passion in her friend's eyes. Michelle sat down on the bed beside her and gently reached out to brush the hair from Lin's face. Lin's forgotten desire rose in her as she felt Michelle's fingers lovingly cup her face. 

Michelle, her gaze never leaving Lin's, began to take off her clothes. Now naked, she removed the handkerchief so Lin could speak. Lin was speechless as she gazed at Michelle. Her first thought had been to warn Michelle about the camera that Ben had hidden somewhere in the room, but now all she could think of was how excited she was and how beautiful Michelle was. Being tied and helpless in front of her friend was arousing her unbearably. Michelle's breasts were larger than Lin's and capped with pink nipples that were growing more and more erect. She was fuller figured, but handsomely so, with generous hips and long legs. Her pussy mound was....was shaved! Lin felt needles of hunger shower through her as she looked at Michelle's pouting, naked pussy. Finally she whispered, "You're so beautiful Michelle!" 

Michelle smiled and leaned over to kiss her. It felt different from a man, thought Lin, as Michelle's tongue delved between her lips. It was a nice difference though, she thought dreamily as the kiss deepened. " I don't want to untie you Lin...I want to ravish you just as you are....can you understand that?" Michelle whispered. 

"All right. I trust you Michelle," Lin whispered back. Michelle began to stroke the length of Lin's body, lightly grazing Lin with her fingertips. 

"I'm going to take my time darling. I'm going to make you cum so hard you scream." she said as she cupped Lin's breasts. "You have the most beautiful tits...and God...your nipples are so big and hard!" She leaned over and ran her tongue over the breast flesh. Lin closed her eyes and sighed. It felt sooo good! Michelle took Lin's breasts in her hands and gently shook them, making them jiggle enticingly. 

Lin moaned and begged, "Please...play with them...with my nipples. Michelle put her hands just at the tips of Lin's jutting nipples and rotated them against her palms. "Aahhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God! Pinch them! Suck them! I can't stand it!" Lin groaned. "Mmmmmm" Michelle purred, and her fingers began to rotate Lin's turgid nipples, giving them the relief they so desperately needed. She pulled them taut out from her breasts as she did. Lin's back arched off the bed. "Ohhhh yesss...that's so good. I love the way you play with my tits!" Swiftly Michelle captured a nipple between her lips and began to lash at it with her tongue. Lin sobbed in pleasure as she pulled at her cords. As Michelle savagely sucked the nipple, her hand reached down and cupped Lin's pussy, feeling Lin's juices bathe her palm. She could feel Lin's swollen clit ride her palm and her hips frantically jerked upward. 

Lin was lost in the pleasure Michelle was giving her. It was an exquisite pleasure to be helpless like this while Michelle played with her body. Michelle's lips tugged at Lin's nipples, teasing and rolling it between them. Lin's clit felt huge as it brushed against Michelle's fingers, but there wasn't enough pressure to make her cum. Lin's head whipped back and forth as Michelle voraciously went from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking and even nipping at her distended tits. Then Michelle slid down her body and knelt before Lin's pussy. Her fingers slid into her slit and she parted Lin's pussy lips. "Your drenched love! I'm going to love licking this up!" 

Lin whimpered, "Yessssss lick me! I need to cum so bad! Lick my pussy!" Michelle began licking her slit. Her tongue traveled from the top where she teased Lin's clit and back down to where she quickly tongued her asshole. Lin gasped hoarsely and then groaned as Michelle plunged her tongue into her pussy. She quickly withdrew and started over again, teasing mercilessly until Lin was frantically humping her pussy into Michelle's face and shrieking, "Suck my clit, oh please! Ah God, I need to cuuuummmmmmmm!" Cunt juice was running down the inside of her legs faster than Michelle could lick it up. 

Finally Michelle raised her head and rasped, "You want it baby? You want to be fucked? You want me to fuck your sweet little pussy?" 

Lin, pushed nearly beyond sanity screamed, "Yes! YESYESYES!!! Fuck me FUCK ME!" With that, Michelle thrust three fingers deep in Lin's pussy and began fucking them in and out hard and fast. "OH MY GOD!" Lin moaned. With her other hand, Michelle reached up and began pinching Lin's nipples hard. She was bucking on the bed so wildly; Michelle had trouble holding her down. 

"Oh yes baby....cum for me! I want you to cum harder than you ever have in your life, Michelle crooned and then she leaned over and began to suck Lin's palpitating clit while fucking her pussy mercilessly.

Lin screamed and bucked harder, her body twisting impossibly against her bonds. "Fuck! Fuck! Suck me! Oh...oh...Oh God! I'M CUMMMMMINNNGGG!" Her pussy spasmed around Michelle's fingers over and over, as she climaxed. Michelle rode through it, and as she slowed down, began licking up the juices that gushed out of Lin's pussy. Lin moaned mindlessly as she came into Michelle waiting mouth for what seemed like an eternity. 

Minutes later, an exhausted but sated Lin lay in Michelle's arms. They softly kissed and as Lin gazed lovingly into Michelle eyes, she said, "I've never cum like that in my life." 

Michelle smiled proudly and teased, "So do you want me to untie you now?" 

Lin laughed and said "Hell yes! I want to make you scream like you made me! Michelle laughed and quickly began to untie her new lover. Lin suddenly thought of the camera and wondered if she should tell Michelle, but with Michelle's gorgeous tits hanging in front of her as Michelle leaned over to untie her, other urges intruded. It looked like Ben was going to have quite a show in store for him!

The Present



Naked, except for the pink silk panties. "Nasty little cock-sucking girls always wear slutty underwear.", you always said. It never hides my cock though, its too tight.

Anyway, i was kneeling in the middle of the room in those panties, because I am your little cock-sucking slut. It hardly fits on me because of my hard-on, and it is already wet from precum.

All I could think is the present you mentioned in the phone: "Get ready, my sweet little slut I'm there in an hou! I have got a nice little present for my nasty little slut, so wait for me!"

So I took of my clothes, put on the panties, my cock-ring - "Nasty sluts, like you should cum only when their master allows." - and kneeled at the door. Waiting for you. Waiting, thinking about any possible present for such a slut as me.

A new toy? A collar? An other of your friends with huge cock? A new videotape about me behaving slutty? I could not find out.

Finally I heard the door open. My muscles tensed up. Now. Now. Then you entered.I crawled to you kissed your feet, then pushed my face to your cock rubbed it through your pants. 

"That's it little slut, now greet your lover!"

And I pulled down your zipper, took out your cock grabbed with one hand, and pushed it into my mouth. It was hot and hard very soon, took it deep, and started to suck hard... pushed it as deep as I can. 

I heard you moan, and then you said: "Yes, suck it little slut, suck it, that cock is your lover, so please him, I know little sluts like you, need to suck cock every day!"

Then I didn't hear and see anything, concentrated on your cock, bobbing my head up and down on it wildly, sucking hard, stroking the base and balls,and sucking, sucking, sucking. Then suddenly you shoot your load. Cum flowing down my slut throat, and I swallowing, drinking, sucking it down with pleasure. Sucking until it cums, then licking your cock, and my mouth clean.

"You shouldn't lose a drop you nasty cock-sucking whore!"-I remember you always said that. Then I push back your cock and zip up your pants.

Now I kneeling at your feet.

"Good girl!", you saying and pulling a box out.

"Now here is a present for my nasty little cock-sucking, and cum-loving slut.", and you put the box down in front of me.

You open the box and take out the thing and show it to me.

A BUTT-PLUG!

"Yes, you little whore a new butt-plug to fill your tight little asshole!", and you turn it on an it start vibrating in front of me.

A VIBRATING BUTT-PLUG! I start to shiver myself, from the mere thought that thing will soon vibrate in my ass.

Then you pull out another small thing and start to operate it.

A REMOTE CONTROL VIBRATING BUTT-PLUG!

"Now you can see my little slut, with this plug in your little ass, I can control you from a distance, I can give you more pleasure or less. I can turn you on and off as I please. I see you need it badly."

You turn me around, pull my panties apart, lube up my ass and the butt-plug, then slide it deep in my ass. I wiggle my ass to help the plug in, then close my ass to hold it.

Then it starts to hum gently. You turned it on, my ass vibrates slightly, I feel it, its so good, and then you increase the vibration slowly turning it towards maximum, I scream out loud.

"Yes, you little slut scream like the nasty little whore you are!"

I think that's what you say, but I'm deeply sinking in my pleasures, cock hard and throbbing, I feel the vibrations in my prostate, I scream loud, but i can't cum of course.

Then you turn it down slowly until I feel only small vibrations, my screams disappear. I'm still kneeling in the middle of the room, looking up at you with lust in my eyes.

"You want more little slut? I now you want. But you must deserve it. Go dress up sexy, but not too slutty! We're going to a restaurant, with your new butt-plug in action."

So I dressed up like your average woman going out for dinner, at least I hoped so. You took a taxi. My butt-plug was on, but on the minimal setting. I was smiling constantly like that average woman in love.

Every time the driver looked back you turned the butt-plug up a bit more,so he could see the joy spreading out on my face. Once you turned it to the maximum, and I almost screamed out loud.

The dinner: well I don't remember much, I was in pure joy. I remember you telling something to the waitress, and I remember that she giggled, and I remember hearing various laughs and giggles from people all around.

On the way home you told me, that you explained the waitress why I am smiling all the time, and she told that to everyone, so now everyone knows what a nasty little whore I am, and that a bunch of men will visit us because you offered them to come up and fuck me.

So we arrived home, just in time. You removed my butt-plug, ordered me on all fours, and then one guy pushed his cock into my mouth, and an other started ramming my ass. When they finished two new guys replaced them.I remember screaming, screaming, screaming. Then I collapsed on the floor. I woke up for a gentle hum. It was my butt-plug back in its place, working. You were there saying: "That's my little slut, I'm proud of you, you satisfied a dozen guys, earning me a lot of money! Here is your reward you nasty little slu!." 

And you removed my cock ring, and turned the butt-plug to the maximum. I screamed out loud,and shot my cum all over me, then I collapsed again.



The Present



Hazel was mad. Who on earth would send her a red lacy strapless bra and thong set? If it is someone from this company, I will have them fired. I will also have them arrested for lewd conduct, she fumed. She wanted to find who was behind this and make them pay. 

Entering the Sluts 'r us store from where this was purchased, she felt like she was in a twilight zone episode. She passed a woman dressed in cut off shorts and top which had the words – 'Slut and proud of it' across her braless boobs. This company goal seems to be to make 'Slut', a word to be proud of. In less than a year, their stores were doing record business according to Business Week.

Part of the reason for their success was their insane business plan. You could not walk into a store and just buy the lingerie. It was like one of the old CD clubs. Sign up for free, get 12 CDs free and your credit card is billed when they send you a CD every month. Sluts 'r us operated on a very similar model but you could also go in and pick up what you wanted every month. 

They also boasted of the bleeding edge computer systems. All the items were individually tagged. All you had to tell them the item id number and they would be able to re-order and ship another item in your size, the same day. No need to give them your size, address, or any other information again.

The Business world raved on the idea of converting a one time lingerie purchase into a subscription model. Their stock had sky rocketed and they were opening a new store every week.

She felt like an old lady, even though she was only 29, dressed in her grey business suit. While she had been blessed by a figure that was better than some of these floozies here, she wasn't about to reveal it to any Tom, Dick and Harry. I have never seen so many men in a lingerie store before, she thought. 

She went over her game plan. After all every mission needs a plan. She could not march in there and demand to know the name of the person who purchased this trashy thong set and sent it to her. Stupid Privacy laws protected that jerk. What was required was a touch of feminine subtlety. Her plan was very simple. Act like her boyfriend purchased this as gift for her and she wanted to exchange it. They would have to pull up the purchase records on this set and she would have found her man. May God have mercy on him after that, she thought. 

After a 10 minute wait and listening to inept conversations between the bimbos in front of her and scrawny sales guy who looked like teenager, she came face to face with him.

"I would like to return this," she told him in a firm voice.

"What the reason," he asked her. She felt the sales clerk eyeing her.

Hazel was slightly disoriented with the response. She expected him to take it, no questions asked and move on the phase II of her plan. She managed to mutter, "Doesn't fit"

The Sales guy was holding the bra and panties in front of her and eyeing her again. She felt herself being stripped and felt a chill going through her body. 

"I think this should fit you perfectly. There is no reason for a return," he asserted. 

"Look they don't fit," she argued.

"Unless, you can prove it by wearing them, I can't do anything," and he moved to call the next customer. 

Hazel felt the opportunity slipping away and said, "ok. I will try them in the dressing room. You can send one of your female staff to verify"

Hazel could not believe that she had actually offered to try the set on. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. For some reason, this young cocky guy had managed to disorient her. Coming to the changing rooms, she figured out why there were so many guys in a lingerie store.

The changing rooms were a set of cubicles that had a mirror on the back wall and curtain in the front. Instead of being full length, the curtains started 3 feet above the floor and ended 4.5 feet high. She could see the almost see the boobs of the ditzy blonde and was sure that the guy sitting on a nearby bench has a good view of her cunt. 

Where did that language come from, she wondered.

The blonde also left a gap in the curtain and the men were ogling her yummy body. Another one, a brunette came out to show her boyfriend her blue thong and seemed to have forgotten to put on her bra. Her boyfriend took his time running his hands around her butt and other guys eyes were popping out.

This is really the twilight zone. I got to get out of here but found her way blocked by the scrawny sales clerk. This time she read his name, Cody. 

"I can't change here. There is no privacy," she mumbled.

"Nonsense," he said holding her arm and dragged her and pushed her in an open cubicle , "You women in your business suits think you are special. What have you got that the other bimbos haven't. Ok, I will stand outside and guard. Get done quickly and don't waste my time," he ordered. 

She wanted to argue on the value of his time compared to her time but no words came to her mouth. She found herself inside a cubicle and noticed that there was no hooks to hang her clothes only a small box on the floor titled valuables. Let's get this done quickly and move on to phase II of my plan, she thought, I still want to find out who the hell is behind this.

She started to block her mind out to all the men ogling her and quickly removed her clothes, dropping them into the box. Closing her eyes, she removed her conservative white bra and put her hands in the waistband of her white panties and pulled it down. 

Just then, She realized that she did not have to end up in the nude. She could have opened lingerie set and taken off her old bra and put the new bra on and repeated the same thing with her panties. What is in this store that makes women behave like bimbos. 

She noticed that she had gathered a fair bit of admirers who had appreciative glances. She quickly put on the lacey red bra and thong panties. She looked in the mirror. She could see her nipples and bush clearly thanks to the semi-transparent lacey material. Unfortunately, they were a perfect fit. She never had a bra and panty fit so perfectly. They felt that they were painted on her.

She called Cody to ask him to send a female associate but he pushed back the curtain and dragged her in front of the larger mirror before she could object.

"Let take a good look at you. Stand up straight," he ordered pushing a hand into her back that caused her breast to jut out more. She was still in a state of shock and could not believe the women in the mirror was actually her. God, She looked like a slut, standing in her heels and bra and panty designed to show off rather than hide her bits.

Even though he looked like a kid, Cody had a commanding presence. She felt her knees grow weak and looked at her image in front of the mirror. She did look a like a slut standing there with all the men ogling her goods. 

Cody in the meantime was running his hands all over her. "I think this bra is perfect for your 36C boobs," he told her, inserting a couple of fingers inside to tweak her nipples, "And your nipples stand out quite well".

His touch sent shivers down her spine and her nipples never felt so hard before. She felt herself getting wet and knew she was losing control on this situation. Sluts 'r us was converting her into a slutty bimbo.

Spanking her butt, he chuckled, "Let's check the bottoms now. Not that there is lot of fabric to check". He rubbed her butt cheeks and then inserted his hand in the front between her legs. Holding the fabric, he started rubbing her bush and clit. 

Hazel had to suppress a moan. She was soaked down there and was certain that her knees were not going to hold her up for long. All she wanted now was some privacy, so that she could plunge her fingers into a her pussy and take care of her needs.

"Ok. As I said before, you were lying about the fit. You are just another slut who wanting to parade around here in front of leeching eyes," he laughed. The men watching also joined in the laughter admiring Cody complete handing of her. She could not think of a good response and held her head in shame. She wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. 

"But, since we always love good entertainment. I will have you try another set," he continued unsnapping her bra and bending down behind her, he inserted his fingers into the waistband of the panties and pulled it down.

Even though they were not hiding much before, she used her hands to cover her bush and breast as best she could and turned a full shade of red. 

"Ain't that cute, the lady blushes beautifully," Cody laughed again.  Cody stood up and Hazel took the chance to dash into her cubicle and pulled the curtain as best she could. Screw the person who sent me the lingerie. Time to put on my suit and get out of here. She bent down to pick up her panties, which brought an appreciative ahhs from the guys outside. 

Cody told her from outside, "I am going to select another lingerie set for you to try on. Just give me a minute"

Was this guy daft. After what he put me though, he wants to repeat the process. Just as she was putting her old panties up, she realized the she was so soaked that these panties would get immediately and she would be uncomfortable for all her afternoon meetings. She dropped her panties back in the box, picked up her purse, pulled out her tissues and started to rub them on her pussy to dry up the wetness. 

Hearing the appreciative noises from outside, she thought, you guys want a show, here it is. She turned around and started wiping her pussy. Wiping it, had the unfortunate side effect of making her more horny, since she ended up rubbing her clit which seemed to be all swollen and red.

Cody interrupted her by dumping a new bra-panty set into her hands and told her to wear it quickly. Hazel snapped out of her haze and looked at the new brown set. It seemed to have less material than the previous one and was even more see though.

Her mind screamed at her, Last chance to leave before you end up as a total slut. Get your clothes on and get out of here. 

Her clit and nipples ached and seem to be begging her to continue the show. She had never been so horny in her life. Heck one of her dates had called her an impassionate bitch, when she slapped him after he tried to feel her up.

She picked up her own bra and panty and heard the sighs of her disappointed audience outside. A couple of seconds later, she made a life changing decision.

Dropping her own bra and panties into the box, she pushed back the curtain and went outside. She handed the brown bra-panty set back to Cody. 

Watching Cody's dropped jaw staring at her wearing just her heels, she told him, "Brown isn't really my color. Do you have something in blue, to match my eyes?" 



The Present



It all started as a very innocent gesture. I wanted to get my wife something special for her birthday. I racked my brain trying to come up with something unique that she would appreciate when quite by accident I saw an add for a semi-professional masseuse. Excellent! She had always talked about getting a professional massage but would never spend the money. This was going to fit the bill just right.

I made the appointment for a night we both had free, the masseur, his name was Doug was more than happy to come out to our place; something about wanting his clients in the most comfortable atmosphere possible.

The night he was to arrive I told Debbie to get ready for her birthday surprise. She somehow got the idea we were going out for the evening so she showered and fixed her hair really nice, and then put on this deep green satin dress, in which she looks nothing short of awesome.

She's 5' 8", 140 pounds, very nice smallish breasts and legs that go straight to Heaven. So to go along with it I also got dressed as if we were going out to dinner. I told her the big event didn't occur until 7:00 so we may as well have a glass of wine while we waited to leave. Well, we actually had two glasses each and just as Debbie was beginning to get a bit anxious about missing our reservations the doorbell rang.

She looked at me and asked, "Who the hell could that be?" 

I could only smile as I went to answer the bell.

When I opened the door, I guess I was surprised mostly by how attractive Doug was; my height, 6', but at least fifteen pounds heavier at probably 195 or 200. He wasn't all muscled up but he did have a very nice physique, jet black hair just past his ears, no mustache but a very full beard that he kept close shaved.

I caught myself thinking, this hunk is going to be putting his hands all over my wife? Then I remembered, it is her birthday and besides, it's just a massage... right?

So in he came and I introduced him to Debbie as her birthday present. After she picked her jaw up from the floor she just beamed and asked, "For anything I want?" 

I explained he was here to give her a full body massage and he said it would take about an hour. He instructed Debbie that it would be best if she were nude, but that it was more important that she be comfortable. He then said it would take him a couple of minutes to set up and that she should go and get ready.

With Debbie getting ready I poured myself another glass of wine, made myself comfortable on the couch and watched and visited with Doug as he set up his table, lit some sandalwood candles and placed them about the room. I put in a couple of Enya CDs and the mood was set, now all we needed was the birthday girl.

Now it was my turn to be surprised. In walked my wife wearing nothing but a large beach towel wrapped around her gorgeous body and a smile.

She looked at me and said, "I may as well enjoy it to the fullest, yes?"

I just smiled and said, "Sure, after all, it's your present."

At that Debbie let the towel fall and she climbed on the massage table. "How would you like me?" she asked Doug, who I did notice was having a little difficulty collecting his thoughts.

He instructed her to lie on her belly; I positioned my self at the far end of the couch with a fresh glass of wine and prepared to watch the show.

Doug was quit the professional as he got it together. From a small warmer he pulled almond scented oil and let it drop slowly from Debbie's shoulders down her back, over her beautiful butt and down one leg, back up the same leg, over her ass, and then down the other leg. 

At that point he moved to her shoulders and began lightly working his fingers around her neck and shoulders. At his initial touch, Debbie gave a little start but soon succumbed to his gentle but strong touch. Moving down her back he kept working the oil into her soft skin as she became more and more relaxed. Just the opposite was happening to me. To my surprise I found myself getting aroused watching this nice looking guy giving my wife the pleasure she was so obviously enjoying.

He was so slow, working all the muscles in her back, by the time he got to her butt cheeks I already had a pretty serious hard on. Just then, he asked to be excused and directions to the bathroom. It was getting time for another glass of wine anyway so when he left I asked Debbie if she would like some. She just nodded and groaned what I took to be a yes.

Returning with her wine, she thanked me with a light kiss on my lips, then confessed that this was turning her on more than she ever would have imagined. She reached up and took hold of my semi-erect member, looked up into my eyes and said, "You're rather enjoying this also, aren't you?" 

I told her then that it was really a hot scene; seeing her covered in oil, glistening in the candle glow with this hunk attending to her needs.

She said, "Not all of my needs".

Doug came back into the room and grabbed up some more oil, apologizing for the delay. I just winked at Debbie and told her, "this is your day, enjoy it to the fullest."

Sitting back down with my wine Doug said he should start over again because of the brake. He got no argument form either of us. It wasn't long before he was back down to her butt cheeks and I again was straining at my zipper.

Making long strokes down her legs then back up to her ass was really starting to get to the both of us. Hell, I was sure it had to be turning Doug on a bit also.

Debbie slowly spread her legs a bit so Doug could massage her inner thighs. Her pussy had to be just aching for touch at this point, although she looked totally at ease. I must have been mesmerized by the scene before me because when Debbie called for me I was startled.

I walked up and almost whispered that I was here for her and she asked if I were certain about her enjoying this to its fullest. I assured her that I loved her and that yes, I wanted it to be the best gift she ever received. At that she smiled up at me, pulled herself up on her elbows and started unbuttoning my slacks.

I smiled at her then looked up at Doug. He was grinning as he continued to work on Debbie's ass and legs then nodded that it was fine with him. I helped her pull my slacks and briefs down past my knees.

When I stood back up Debbie took hold of the base of my cock and slowly placed her lips around the head. Licking all around then giving small kisses to the tip and she ever so slowly started sucking me into her mouth. I felt her suck down hard which brought me halfway back to reality. I looked up and Doug was concentrating his attentions between my wife's legs, he must have just touched her pussy lips by the way she sucked down on my cock.

I watched as she wiggled her butt and pushed towards his hands. Looking back down I enjoyed both the sight and the feeling of my dick sliding into that warm wet mouth of hers; her lips engulfing the head then slipping down over my shaft as she stroked my balls with her free hand.

Debbie was moaning softly, my dick sliding easily in and out of her mouth. I know how wet she gets when sucking my cock and with the added attention she had to be soaked right now.

Doug bent down and placed a small kiss on her left butt cheek then looked up at me for my approval. "Of course" I said as I smiled back at him.

With that he placed both hands on each cheek, spread them slightly began licking her pussy from behind. Debbie let my cock slip from her mouth as her breathing became rapid. I pulled away so that she could just enjoy what Doug was doing to her; I also wanted to just watch for a bit.

When I sat back down on the couch Doug deftly swung her leg over and turned her on her back. Her wonderful breasts with their little rose bud nipples were hard as pebbles. Doug immediately went back down on her. Placing his hands under her butt he began licking from her ass to her clit.

From my position on the couch I had a perfect vantage point to watch his tongue sliding between her pussy lips and flicking about her clit. Licking quickly on her little button then sucking it between his lips, then back to flicking. Debbie was actually pushing her hips up to meet his face.

I couldn't help but stroke my stiff cock as I watched; precome oozing from the

tip allowing my hand to glide easily up and down my shaft. While Doug worked on Debbie's pussy, he took one of his hands out from under her butt and tugged his own pants down just past his balls.

What a nice looking cock he had. Neat and clean like mine, about the same length but obviously a bit bigger around. He started jacking himself off as he continued to lick Debbie's pussy. She had started playing with her tities; massaging them around and pulling on her nipples. She motioned for me to come over. As I did she grabbed my stiff cock and shoved it in her mouth. I pulled out just for a minute as Doug took hold of her calves and pulled her to the edge of the table.

This placed her pussy at the edge of the table and when he moved in toward her his hard cock was right at the entrance to her wet slit. He pushed just the head between her pussy lips, she moaned and sucked my cock back in her mouth. One hand was pulling on my balls, her other hand went down to rub her clit. I was steadying myself with one arm, my fingers of my other hand started tugging at her nipples.

I reached down to get my fingers nice and wet in her pussy; Doug politely moved back. Once all wet and slippery I took hold of Doug's tool; something I had never done before, and placed it at the entrance to Debbie's hot pussy. It didn't take long for him to slide it all the way in as she continued to suck on my cock.

With my wet fingers I began pulling at her nipples again. Her hand was going wild on her clit as Doug kept up a steady pace fucking her pussy with nice long strokes. It was just minutes before Debbie started bucking against Doug's impaling member, her hand furious on her little button. She stiffened, let out a gasp, then convulsed in orgasm, moaning and groaning and really fucking the hell out of Doug. It took her a minute to renew her interest in my dick. Relaxing a little but still breathing much too hard to suck any more, she gently jacked me off while Doug slowly stroked in and out of her pussy.

She was lightly touching her clit as I shot my load all over her breasts, pumping loads of come everywhere. It must have been an erotic sight because just then Doug pulled out and started shooting his cum over her belly and breasts. Debbie just smiled and lightly petted her pussy, rubbing our cum into her skin.

We sat around a while, drinking wine and talking for a little while and then Doug thanked us for the evening, hoped we would call him for another massage. He then excused himself and let himself out. We ordered out Chinese and enjoyed the rest of the evening recounting the highlights and discussing the possibilities.



The Present



The blindfold was stifling. I had been here sweating for what felt like hours but what must have been about twenty minutes. The heavy black material chafed against my face as I struggled to try and remove it. 

A small noise alerted me to his presence, a slight scuff of his feet on the carpet. I struggled a little against the ties that had me bound spread eagle on the bed. I knew it was useless, but I had to at least try.

"Why are you so skittish my love?" he asked in a slightly mocking tone but I refused to answer.

I felt the bed dip as he say next to me and I could feel my muscles clench in resistance to the rocking motion of the mattress. I was tense and waiting for him to touch me when I felt the lightest whisper of sensation. I wasn't sure what it was, maybe he had just breathed on me.

Then I felt it again, and for a longer time. It was probably a feather and he was slowly whisking it across my stomach and up my ribs until right before my breast and then he would pick it up and restart. This continued for several minutes and the sensation caused my bare nipples to harden and wetness to pool at the juncture of my thighs. I moaned in frustration wanting him to use the feather on my breasts but he always stopped just short.

"What is it love? Why do you moan in such a way?" He asked curiously. 

I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of begging for him to touch me so I gritted my teeth and ignored his questions. I began to become agitated with the lack of direct stimulation. He must have sensed my anger because just as I was working up a really good yell, he moved the feather and brushed my nipple. The wonderful and long awaited sensation caused me to gasp in surprise. 

"Ah, so that's what you were wanting then." He said and I could hear the smile in his voice. The blindfold was causing sensitivity in my skin that I had never known and the lightest touch was causing me to go crazy. After a few minutes spent on the nipple closest to him, he switched and made circles around the areola of the other one but not touching the tip. 

"Why are you teasing me?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Because it is the anticipation of what is to come that makes the act of making love so intense and wonderful." He replied in a tone that reminded me of the voice I used in my classroom when I was explaining something to a particularly difficult child. I felt something very wet and cold touch the nipple he had been teasing causing me to suck in a sharp breath. It was an ice cube and he was massaging my nipple with it.

"Feels good doesn't it?" He asked.

"It feels cold!" I replied in my best imitation of an annoyed tone because he was right, it did feel good. After a few minutes the ice cube had melted and I was wondering what new thing he would use on me when I felt him press an ice cube into my dripping pussy. 

"What are you doing?" I nearly hollered bucking as best I could with my restraints trying to remove the ice cube. He didn't answer me, just placed a hand over my hole to keep it inside me. Then he let his thumb slip into my slit and massage my clit gently while I fought the melting ice inside my hot hole. The contrast of sensations, hours of anticipation and love play had me extremely aroused and the touch on my clit was enough to push me over the edge pulling an orgasm from the depths of my body. 

I screamed and writhed against his touch as the best orgasm I'd had in a long time rolled through me. As I came down I realized my pussy was drenched in my juices and the water from the ice. He wasn't touching me anymore either.

When I realized he seemed to be gone I strained my ears waiting for a sound to betray his presence. I didn't hear him until after I realized he was climbing onto the bed between my spread thighs. I instinctively tried to close my legs but the restraints held and I blushed knowing he could see the entirety of my core. 

The sudden attack on my super sensitive clit surprised me when he leaned down and began eating me. I arched against his face. He sucked my clit, drew circles around it with his tongue and lapped at it with a flat tongue. I was so sensitive from my recent release that it didn't take much for me to come again. This time I knew it was coming and I fought it but my defenses had been breached once already.

This orgasm was less violent but lasted longer and I could still feel the aftershocks a few minutes later as I felt his penis touching me at my entrance. I was so caught up in my orgasm I hadn't noticed him moving up over me and he kissed my mouth as he pushed his huge cock into my body.

It was the thickest meat I had ever felt and he had to push slowly so my body would accommodate his size. After a few minutes he was in all the way touching my cervix and every button in my body. I couldn't stop the involuntary clenching of my muscles around him but he groaned in response then began moving. His thrusts were deep, powerful and designed to make me come again. 

This man knew his way around a woman's body. I knew I wouldn't last long and felt myself working with him in an attempt to make him come with me. I wanted to share this orgasm.

"I'm going to come!" I was breathing harshly and arching against him as I spoke.

"Me too. Give it to me love. Come for me." He replied accelerating his thrusts and going wild inside me. After a few moments he reached his hand down between our bodies and pinched my clit gently.

"Oh my GOD!" I screamed as I spasmed around him my pussy pulling him as deep as he could go. A groan from him and the hot liquid that filled my womb alerted me to his orgasm. The sensations and knowledge that he had found pleasure as well caused my orgasm to sharpen for a minute. 

He collapsed atop me and reached up to remove my blindfold while he kissed me. I kissed him back gently and then turned my face to catch my breath. After a few minutes we were significantly recovered enough to kiss again. I lay my head back down on the bed and looked into his beloved blue eyes.

"Happy Birthday baby." He said with a soft smile on his face.

"Thank you my love." I smiled in return. 

He kissed me again, untied my arms and legs, then proceeded to make love to me the rest of the night. We had been married for nearly two years and I had told him about my fantasy when we were still dating in high school. Remembering the awkward conversation made me smile happily as I held him close. The long past embarrassment was very rewarding, very rewarding indeed.



The Present



It was a rainy Friday evening and I was in the process of setting up my furniture in my new apartment. I had gone out for half an hour to get a quick dinner. Imagine my surprise when I returned and found a lovely girl sitting on the edge of my unmade bed, her arms tied behind her and her legs bound together at the ankles and knees.

"Whoa, where did you come from?" I exclaimed.

She did not answer, but just looked at me expectantly. There was no indication that she was in distress or pain, so I felt no need to rush to her aid. In fact she was well groomed and made up, almost like she was being posed for a photograph. Her luxurious dark hair flowed over her shoulders, framing a pretty face enhanced with bright red lipstick and heavy eye liner. She was wearing a tight, white blouse that was tucked securely into an equally tight short beige skirt that had ridden half way up her thighs.

Her legs were bare, and even though she was not wearing shoes she positioned her toes on the floor like she had on high heels. The effect was to tighten her leg muscles to show them to the best advantage, which was very good indeed. And the way her arms had been tied behind her forced her chest forward and outlined her sizable breasts in the snug blouse. Whoever had tied her had known what they were doing

My guess was that she was about thirty years old, and her dark hair and complexion indicated that she was a Latina. I love the look of young Latin women, with their sultry eyes and their lush bodies invariably displayed in tight fitting clothes, and this girl was no exception.

All of this I took in as I waited for her to say something. But all she did was to take a deep breath and continue to look back at me. Finally I noticed a small white enveloped pinned to her skirt with the words "read me" printed on it.

"Ah," I said. "I see you have come with instructions. Maybe this will explain the mystery."

I removed the envelope and opened it. Inside was a hand-written note:

Dear Frank,

You were so nice to take over my lease on this apartment that I wanted to leave you a present. I used my key after you went out to leave you this token of my appreciation. Her name is Celia, and she is yours for the weekend. She is willing, but untrained, and I have told her that she can trust you to break her in properly and not hurt her (too much). Her safe word is 'uncle'. Have fun.

Love and kisses,

Elizabeth

My skin literally tingled as I read the note. Elizabeth was a bi-sexual friend that I enjoyed playing with from time to time, and I knew she was into the BDSM scene. She had decided to move in with her boyfriend at the same time I was looking for a bigger apartment. Her rent was more than I had wanted to pay, but she talked me into it. Now it appeared she was paying me back.

I looked up at Celia. Her eyes told me that she knew what was in the note. She was apprehensive, but also excited at being placed under the control of a stranger. I decided to play my role to the hilt.

Pulling up a chair I sat down in front of her. "Well Celia, you have been given to me for the weekend as a present. You are going to learn to obey me without hesitation. From this moment you will address me as 'sir', and I only want to hear 'yes sir'. Do you understand?"

She licked her lips and breathed deeply. "Yes sir."

"Very good. How old are you Celia?"

"Sir, I am twenty nine."

"Do you have a husband or boy friend?"

"Not at the moment sir, no one special."

"Have you been tied up before?"

"Yes sir. Elizabeth has tied me up a few times. But this is the first time with a man."

"I see. You prefer women?"

"No sir. I like both men and women. It's just that a man has never tied me up. Elizabeth said I would like it and that you would be a good man to show me. I was unsure, but she insisted."

"Do you always do what Elizabeth tells you?"

"Yes sir. If I don't she spanks me."

My cock had been slowly growing as I questioned her. Now it jumped to full attention. I leaned forward and ran a finger tip along the top of her exposed thigh, nudging the skirt higher.

"Do you like being spanked, Celia?"

Her eyes widened and she twisted slightly on the bed. "Sometimes," she said. "I like it afterwards."

"Does Elizabeth ever use a whip or strap on you?"

She hesitated. "Yes sir, she has a little whip she calls a quirt. It really stings."

At that moment I wished I had some BDSM toys to use on her, but alas I had to make do with what was available. I stood up and slowly removed my wide leather belt. When I doubled it back on itself it turned into a short wicked-looking strap. I slapped it resoundingly against my palm and spoke to her in a stern voice.

"This will sting worse than Elizabeth's sissy little quirt, and I will not hesitate to use it on all parts of your body if you disobey."

She shuddered. "I understand sir. I will obey you."

I sat back down and deliberately pushed her skirt up to expose her panties. She gave a little gasp but remained still. I then used my right index finger to begin lightly probing her pussy through the silky fabric. I wanted to let her know I could touch her anywhere I wanted.

"Ahh.." She let out a little moan and closed her eyes. I could feel her heat and wetness on my finger.

"Well you are a hot little thing," I teased. "Let's see what these big bulges under your blouse are made of."

Moving my chair up closer I used the tips of my fingers on both hands to trace the contours of her tits. I was glad to find that they were real and very firm. My hands moved in a synchronous circular motion around both breasts, carefully avoiding the nipples, which to my delight were growing rigid and dimpling her blouse.

I completed my preliminary exploration by putting my hands under each tit and pretending to weigh it. "It must be tiring carrying these monsters around all day," I said. "What size are they?"

At first she did not answer, as if this were too personal a question. It was an act of defiance that I had to deal with immediately. My fingers closed on her nipples, steadily increasing the pressure.

"I asked you a question."

"Okay. . okay... I'm sorry sir. They are 35C, not really that big."

I released her nipples and began undoing the buttons on her blouse. "Umm, maybe they just look big because this blouse is so tight. Let's see.."

The last button popped open and I pulled her shirt tails up and out from under her skirt. Like a mother arranging a veil on a bride I swept the blouse back and over her shoulders. Her breasts seemed to explode out and up, now restrained only by a lacey white half bra that cupped her at midpoint, just above her nipples. The deep valley between the mounds of soft flesh invited exploration, and my hand obliged by sliding into her cleavage and pressing against the soft walls.

"Nice, even if they are only 35C", I said. "It's the shape and sensitivity that matters." I pressed the back of my hand against her left tit and looked into her eyes. "Tell me, are your tits very sensitive."

"Yes..."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir, they are sensitive."

"Do you have puffy nipples?" I wanted to humiliate her by making her describe her body to me.

"I don't know what you mean by puffy...sir," she said.

"I mean large areolas with thick long nipples, shaped like a well-liked ice cream cone with a cherry on top."

"Oh I don't know sir."

"Well, I guess I will just have to see for myself." I didn't bother trying to reach the bra clasp at her back, but simply pulled the cups down so that her tits sprang free. She had been too modest. Her nipples were the puffiest ones I had seen in a long time. I couldn't wait to get them in my mouth and test her sensitivity.

It is hard to describe how vulnerable and sexy she looked, sitting there completely helpless with her arms pulled and tied behind her and her legs bound so that she could barely move. Her tits were exposed to whatever I wanted to do to them, and her skirt was up over her panties, leaving her pussy outlined for my perusal.

I was still sitting on the chair in front of her. "Stand up so I can suck on your tits," I ordered.

She scooted her ass to the edge of the bed and managed to stand on her bound together feet. I helped her maintain her balance by grabbing her ass and pulling her toward me. Her tits were now at the level of my mouth and I wasted no time in sampling their texture. Her nipples seemed to grow even longer as I sucked and nibbled, moving from one to the other, treating them like Spanish olive with delicious red centers.

"Ohh godddd....." she moaned.

I loved the feeling of power that I had over her, not only because she was bound for my pleasure, but because I knew I could bring her to the boiling point and then deny her release . To heat her up more I began to lightly massage her pussy through her panties as I sucked on her tits. Her hips began to twist and push back against my hand, as strange noises came from her throat. I waited until her moans became a constant drone, and then stopped.

"These saucy tits of yours need to be punished for the way they stick out and entice men on the street," I said as I pulled back and looked at the wet and swollen nipples inches from my face. "Get down on your knees."

My command was reinforced by grabbing a handful of her abundant black hair and jerking her downward. I bent her head back as she fell on her knees in front of my chair. With my other hand I picked up my belt from the floor and grasped it near the end so I could use the leather tip as a tit whip. By leaning over I could flick the leather flat against a breast, or hit it a glancing blow that mostly stung the nipple. I took aim, pulled hard on her hair, and let fly with the belt.

"Auaggwwww.." she cried, surprised by the sharp sting. Again and again I lashed her, while she squirmed and twisted helplessly.

"You little slut," I said, baiting her. "You like to tease men, don't you? DON"T YOU?"

"Godddd... that stings so.. Please stop... please....."

"When I'm good and ready. Now tell me how you use these naughty tits to tease."

"OHHHH... please...... okay.... okay.... You're right. I wear tight tops and like it when men look at my tits."

"What about women? Do you tease them too?"

"Yesss... damn it... you know I do... Elizabeth loves my tits..."

"Does she ever whip them like this?"

"AWWWW.... no... never this hard..."

"What does she do to you?"

"Usually she makes me kneel in front of her and lick her pussy while she uses her quirt on my ass."

"That sounds like a good idea, only I am going to give you something else to lick instead. Do you know how to give a good blow job?"

"Yes, but not while tied up like this."

"You can do it. But first let's get rid of this skirt. Now stand up."

I helped her struggle to her feet with one hand in her hair and the other pulling up on the bra that was still cinched under her exposed tits. To remove her skirt I pulled down the zipper in the back and then worked it down over her hips and ass. When it was bunched around her bound ankles I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted it her up and shook her until it dropped off.

"There, that's better," I said. "Those are very sexy bikini panties and I think I will leave them on, at least for now. But you would look even better in some high heels."

As I said this I saw her eyes dart over to a corner of the room, and there sure enough were a pair of spike high heels. Elizabeth must have tossed them there when she was tying Celia's ankles.

"Well, what do you know? We do have some high heels. Sit on the bed so I can put them on you."

In spite of the fact that her ankles were bound tightly together, I was able to slip the shoes on her bare feet. I pulled her again into a standing position and stood back to admire the effect. In my opinion women look much sexier when they have on some clothes, and Celia was no exception. Her body personified the word 'voluptuous', with her big tits, wide hips, and round ass, all set off by a waist that curved in like the inside of a water slide.

I stood back and walked around her, admiring her body from all angles. She was remarkably composed and seemed to like the way I was studying her. Finally, unable to resist I slid my hand down inside the front of her panties to feel her mossy nest, which was as expected wet and hot. My hand caressed her lightly before slithering around her hip to cup her ass under the panties.

"Ohhhh..'" she moaned and shifted her weight from side to side as much her bindings would allow. She was obviously craving more stimulation, but I was determined not to let her off that easy. I wanted to torment her, break her down and make her beg. She was after all my present.

Her sense of balance must have been very good, because she was able to stand upright in those high heels with her legs squeezed together and her shoulders forced back. A strong breeze would have blown her over, but fortunately there was no wind in my apartment. As I looked at her helpless body with all that flesh on display I felt the need to find something to use on her beside my belt, something that could be carefully aimed and test her ability to maintain that composure.

In a corner of the room was a big pile of stuff I had brought from my old apartment. Sticking out near the top was just the thing—a light weight metal curtain rod, the type that telescopes to fit different sized windows. I pulled at it, and the rod came apart, leaving me with a flexible metal tube that made a perfect whipping cane.

I knew from past experiences that for most submissive women the threat of pain was more erotic than actually experiencing it. It was the feeling of helplessness and loss of control that was the real turn on, and being threatened with pain gave them an excuse to give up resisting. A few swishes in the air with my new device had the desired effect on Celia. She sucked in her breath and for the first time looked fearful.

"Imagine how this is going to feel on your nice round ass," I said as I dragged the tip of the rod down her body, tracing the curve of her breasts and hips. "I think you need a taste to show you what will happen if you fail to please me."

Returning to my pile of household goods I extracted a couple of colorful throw pillows. I placed both of them in a line a few feet apart directly in front of her. Then looking into her wide open eyes I wrapped my left hand in her glorious hair, while in my right hand I burnished the menacing metal rod.

"Kneel on the pillow," I commanded, reinforcing my order with a downward pull on her hair. She collapsed her legs and dropped her knees on the first pillow. I continued pulling downward until her face turned to the side and lay on the second pillow. Her ass was now thrust upward, and with her legs tied together and her arms bound behind her, there was no way she could rise from that position.

Her ass was stretched tight and threatened to burst the seams on her bikini panties. It was a very erotic picture, and my cock was pressing hard against my pants. I needed to feel her lips on it soon. But first I wanted to take advantage of her situation. Putting down the rod, I began to ease her panties up over the bulge of her ass and then down her thighs.

"Now let's see what we have here. My, my, your skin is tight as drum. I think I'll just run my fingers over it like this...."

"Ohh..."

"Umm. Your legs are tied so tightly together I can barely get my finger in here...."

"Godddd....." She was starting to squirm.

The narrow groove at the top of her thighs was wet with her juices and seemed to suck at my finger. I teased her pussy lips for a few seconds and then drew my finger back up through the crack in her ass until it rested on her hole. Not surprisingly it was pulled open by the tension on her muscles. She knew that my slippery finger could easily penetrate her.

"Ohhh... noooo... please not there... "

I laughed. "Me thinks thou dost protest too much." Slowly but steadily I pushed my finger up into her ass, not stopping until it was buried up to my knuckles.

"Arrgghhhhhh....." Her hips were really twisting and squirming now. I had her pinned in place and shook my hand to agitate her more. She was panting into the pillow under her face like a dog just back from a run.

"You like this don't you Celia," I teased. "You like my finger up your ass."

"Yes... I mean nooo... goddddd.... Ohhhh...."

With my other hand I reached for the rod. It would be interesting to spank her while I held her with my finger. I would have to be careful not to hit myself, but the fleshy part of her lower ass and upper thighs made a safe and tempting target.

Whap.... whappp... whappp..

"AhhhhHHHHH......." Her ass muscles clamped on my finger as she tried to move out of the way of the rod. If I had not had her skewered she would have rolled over onto her side, but as it was she could not escape the stinging blows.

Whappp... whap... WHAP...

When I heard her start to sob I decided that was enough for now. I wanted her in control enough to do a good job on my cock and balls.

"There.. there.." I said as I withdrew my finger. "That was just enough to show you the importance of being obedient. Now let's get you back on your knees so you can use those big lips to please your master."

Kneeling in front of her, I pulled her panties back up and helped her right herself until she was back on her knees with her face level with mine. Her eyes were hot in spite of the wetness from the little tears. She looked so sexy and vulnerable that I couldn't help leaning in and putting my lips on hers. Hungrily she kissed me back, opening her mouth and seeking out my tongue. I felt pleased that so far I had brought her along just right. She was on the crest of the wave of her lust, ready to do my bidding.

Reluctantly withdrawing from her soft, wet lips I stood and began to remove my clothes. First came the shirt. All those hours of working with weights paid off in moments like this when I could see the admiration in a woman's eyes as she looked at the muscles in my upper body. Celia knelt with her back straight and looked at me up and down as I stripped for her.

The last item to come off was my boxer shorts, and I made sure I was standing close to her when I shrugged them down to the floor. My cock was stiff and hard and bounced upward only inches from her face. She let out a little gasp but did not pull back.

"Use only your tongue and lips until I give you permission to put it in your mouth." 

"Yes sir," she replied as she leaned forward.

It is an interesting fact that a person's lips are one of the four areas of the body that contain the most nerve endings, the others being the finger tips, the genitalia, and the feet. Maybe that's why oral sex is so popular. In any case, Celia seemed to genuinely enjoy exploring my cock with her lips and tongue.

She began by licking the under side, bottom to top, three or four times. Next she reached lower to lick my swollen balls. Somehow she managed to get her tongue clear under almost to my ass hole. I helped her maintain her balance with a light hold on her lush hair. It was exquisite and I let her know by purring like a happy tomcat. 

At this point my cock was so hard it was bobbing up and down. Precum was leaking profusely from the end. She pulled back and looked up at me with a knowing smile. Then those big moist lips descended on the tip and began a light kissing motion. It was too much; I felt a tingling in my balls and knew I had to cum. I clamped down on the hair in my hands and pulled her mouth over my cock.

"Suck it.. suck it good," I gasped as I felt the tip hit the back of her throat. She did as she was told and in a few seconds her mouth was filled with white fluid. I let her breathe but kept my cock in her mouth so she could keep licking and sucking as wave after wave of sensation swept over me. Some orgasms are better than others, and this one was one of the really intense ones.




The Present



Finally I withdrew and collapsed into my chair. Celia kept her kneeling position on the pillow, but sat back on her legs. Her eyes were hot with desire. My cum was on her lips and chin, and she couldn't do anything to remove it. She twisted her body and shimmied her tits at me, daring me to do something else to her.

"Woe," I exclaimed. "You are a hottie. If I untie you do you promise to be good?"

"Yes sir. I will be good and obey your every command."

"You'd better," I said. "Okay, let's get you back sitting on the bed so I go to work on these knots."

I put my hands on her waist and lifted her off of her knees so that she could sit on the edge of the bed. In order to get at the ropes around her ankles I pulled up my chair and place her feet in my lap, right on top of my still sensitive but no longer stiff cock. The minx smiled at me and managed to squeeze my cock between her bound feet.

"You really want to be fucked, don't you?" I said.

"Yes sir. My friend Elizabeth said you would give me a screwing I wouldn't soon forget. I am ready."

I laughed. "Well then, I guess we'd better remove this rope so we can get your legs apart. By that time I will be ready too."

The knots were tight, but the rope was coated and slippery enough so I could work them lose without much difficulty. Once her ankles were free I reached up and untied the binding at her knees. Her legs fell open.

"That's better," she said.

In response I slid my hand up the inside of her bare thigh onto her panty-covered pussy. She squirmed.

"Ummm.... "

"Still hot and wet I see," I said. "Now turn around so I can get your arms loose."

Ropes were wrapped around her upper arms and her wrists, and it took me several minutes to free her. Just as I did so, my cell phone began to ring. It was in the pocket of my pants, which were on the floor across the room. I left her on the bed and went to retrieve it.

"Not the best time for a call," I mumbled as I shook my pants to dislodge the phone. Celia rubbed her wrists and watched me, running her eyes unselfconsciously up and down my naked body.

"Hello," I said when I finally got the phone up to my mouth.

It was Elizabeth. "Well hello," she said. "How do you like the present I left for you?"

"You naughty woman," I laughed. "You left this poor girl tied up on my bed, knowing that I would have to punish her for being in my apartment uninvited."

"Of course I knew that. That's why I did it. Celia needed a good punishment, among other things. Have you done it yet?"

"I have begun. Your call has come right after the first phase."

"Wonderful. You must tell me what you have done so far."

"Elizabeth, shame on you. You want me to tell you so you can play with yourself, when you really should just come over here and help me."

"Maybe I will. But first tell me. Celia was in such a state of anticipation when I left her there."

"Well, let's see. Up until a few minutes ago I left her tied just as you had bound her. She looked so fetching with her blouse stretched tight against those big tits and her shirt pulled up high on her thighs. And that glorious black hair framing her pretty face with those pouty lips."

"Don't tell me you left all her clothes on."

"Not exactly. Eventually I opened the blouse and pulled her bra down under her tits. And I managed to get the skirt clear off of her. She is wearing such cute bikini panties. In fact that pretty much describes the way she is dressed right now, only the ropes are gone, and so is the blouse."

"So how did you punish her?"

"I haven't really punished her yet, just a little whipping of her tits with the end of my belt and then a light spanking on her bare ass with a metal curtain rod."

As I said these things Celia shook her head like she thought she had been punished rather severely. For her part Elizabeth breathed into the phone and sighed. "How delightful. I'll bet it turned her on."

"Just like hearing about it is turning you on. Am I right?"

"You know me too well."

"Yes I do. Would you like to speak with Celia?"

"Maybe just briefly."

I walked over to the bed and handed the phone to Celia. When she began talking I sat down beside her and put my ear next to hers so I could hear what Elizabeth was saying. At the same time I began to play idly with her bare tits.

"Hello Elizabeth," she said.

"Hello Celia. How do you like being a present for my friend, Frank?"

"He has not been very nice to me," she whined unconvincingly. "He left me tied up, made me kneel with my ass in the air, pulled down my panties, stuck a finger up my ass, and spanked me—really hard. Then he made me lick and suck him until he came in my mouth."

Elizabeth laughed. "And you loved every minute of it."

"That's the problem," said Celia. "He has me hotter than burnt toast but hasn't fucked me. Right now he is playing with my tits and my pussy is drooling all over the bed."

"Maybe if you beg him.."

"I don't think so. He is going to do what he wants, when he wants." There was a pause and she looked in my eyes as she said in a low voice, "I promised to obey him."

My limp cock twitched at that comment, and it gave me an idea. Snatching the phone away from Celia I spoke firmly to Elizabeth. "That's right, she has to do what I say. And if you know what's good for you, you will take your fingers out of your pussy and get your ass over here."

There was a quick intake of breath . "Yes sir," she whispered. "I'll be there in an hour."

I put down the phone and stood up. "I need a drink," I announced and walked toward the kitchen. "If you want one too, put on your high heels and come with me."

The first thing I had moved into my new apartment was a twelve pack of beer, which was now waiting for me in the frig. The cold can felt sharp and clean in my hand. I leaned my naked body back against the hard granite counter and took a long swig, while at the same time I looked over the top of the can in the direction of the bed. A sexy brunette was slinking slowly toward me in spiked heels, swinging her hips as she moved.

God I love seeing women in revealing clothes and high heels. In this case the clothes consisted only of a brief bikini panty and a bra pulled down and bunched under a pair of full tits with stiff protruding nipples. The spiked heels forced her body into a sexy arch, and I felt that familiar tingle in my stomach. Her eyes were hot and locked on mine. It was clear she was still highly aroused and offering herself to me in any way I wanted. 

"Your friend Elizabeth is coming over soon," I said. "We don't have much time."

Her response was to smile and continue to display herself to me as provocatively as she could. She turned and bent over like a stripper showing off her ass before removing the last garment. Then she straightened and faced me with her hands behind her head and her hips thrust forward. I saw her eyes focus on my slowly rising cock. Her smile broadened and her hips began a slow rotation.

I sucked in my breath. A primal, animal-like lust was building in my body. The room was charged with a sexual energy that made everything else irrelevant. The female creature before me was giving me all she had, begging to be taken and used, yet completely submissive to my will. Instinctively I knew that the more I humiliated her the more she would like it. My cock was now fully engorged and ready.

"Come here you little slut," I barked.

With her hands still behind her head and her body thrust forward she shuffled up to me. I put my hands on her waist and lifted to sit her on the end of the counter. Her tits were level with my face, the nipples pointing slightly upward, asking to be sucked.

"I am going to make you cum like you never have before, and then I am going to fuck you in the ass."

"Ohh goddd....."

My mouth descended on her left nipple. I was not gentle as I sucked and nibbled on the sensitive nub. At the same time I slid a finger under the edge of her panties and onto her wet pussy.

"Ahhhhhh.... ohhhh..."

"Now for the other one," I mumbled, moving my mouth to her other nipple and biting down hard. Simultaneously I pushed a long finger up into her.

"AWWW.... godddddd.... yesssss...... mooore...."

Her hips began to buck on the counter like an outboard motor dragging across a reef. She was so ready, but I wanted to prolong it and tease her until she completely lost control.

"Now lie back," I said, keeping a finger in her pussy while I used my other hand to grab her hair and force her down on her back. The counter was long enough for me to position her flat on her back with her legs hanging over the end. I stood looking down on her.

"It's time to get rid of these panties. Raise your hips."

She obeyed and I pulled her panties down over the curve of her ass and off of her legs. Then I pulled over a stool.

"Open your legs bitch," I commanded. "I want to examine you."

"AAHHH..."

Her thighs parted so I could sit on the stool between her legs. My face was now inches from her pussy, which seemed to be twitching in excitement. It was fairly clean shaven with a film of moisture that invited licking. The odor of arousal was strong and intoxicating. I wanted to bury my mouth in her, but I held off, only blowing lightly to let her know how close my mouth was.

"Tell me what you want slut," I said.

"Godd... I want to feel your mouth on my pussy... please......"

"How bad do you want it?'

"Really really bad..... I am so hot..... goddddd... lick me..... Fuck me......"

"Like this?"

"OHHHHH.... YESSSSS...."

My tongue began to work on her, moving lightly over her lips and probing for her clit. Her hips jumped around so much that every few seconds I had to stop to let her settle down.

"Hold still bitch. I can't hit my targets with you moving so much."

"I can't help it.." she wailed. "It's driving me crazy...."

"In that case I am going to have to do something else," I said. Her position and need reminded me of something I had wanted to try. Weeks ago I had bought a set of artists' brushes, some with incredibly long and soft bristles. My horny mind had seen them as possible sex toys. It occurred to me that this was the perfect opportunity to see how they worked.

"Don't move," I ordered as I stood and walked over to the bureau where the box of brushes was waiting in the top drawer. "I have a special treat for you."

She lay still but turned her head to watch as I returned with the box. I came up to the edge of the counter and opened the box in front of her face. There were six brushes held in place in the box by little elastic bands. Her eyes opened wide as she imagined what I might be planning to do.

"What are you going to do with those?" 

"I am going to drive you out of your mind."

"Ohhhh...."

One of her arms was hanging down from the counter right where I was standing, and I couldn't resist pressing my hard cock up against it. She immediately took my cock in her hand and began to rub her thumb lightly over the tip. It felt fantastic. 

"You really know how to please a man, don't you bitch?"

"Yes sir. I will do anything to please you," she said as she began stroking my cock up and down.

I laughed and pulled away. "Not so fast. First you. Now open your legs again."

Back on my stool I was ready to try out my new toys. I chose first the biggest brush, about three quarters of an inch across, with long bristles. This I intended to use to stimulate the entire surface of her pussy to heat her up before the main event.

"Now try to hold still while I spread your juices all around....like so....."

"Ummmm...."

It was like painting the base coat on canvas. I used long smooth strokes, up and down her mound from her ass to just below her navel. Then I painted back and forth with just the tips of the bristles.

"Ahh... that feels sooo gooood....

With my left hand I gently pulled open her lips so I could run the brush along the inside edges. Her juices were percolating upward like water from a hidden spring. She began humping the brush, and I had to push down to keep her ass on the counter.

"You're a horny little slut, aren't you Celia," I teased

"Goddd..... yes.... I'm a horny slut... you're driving me crazy...."

"Stop squirming. There is one area I haven't painted yet."

She froze in place and spread her legs wider, tensing her body in anticipation of a new sensation. I opened her up and began lightly dabbing her hole with the soft bristles. Then I inserted the tip half an inch and began to twirl it.

"OHHH MY GOOOOD....." 

"Steady now.... Just a little more....."

But she could not help herself. Her hips came off the table like she wanted to suck the brush into her. I held the handle steady and let her fuck the bristles. The entire head of the brush disappeared into her pussy.

"You wanton bitch. Look what you're doing to my new brush. The bristles are going to be all bent and out of shape. You are going to be punished for this."

"Ohhh.. I can't help it... I need more... more.... please......"

I took the brush away and let her calm down, although her ass was still twitching on the counter. It was time to use a smaller brush and bring her off. My cock was calling out for attention.

"Now Celia I am going to use this tiny brush on you. It has only a dozen or so bristles, and I'm going to paint a little design right on your clit."

"NOOOO... I won't be able to stand it..... Please just fuck me.."

"You'll stand it all right. You are going to cum like you never have before."

Quickly I got up and stood beside the counter so I could rest my left forearm on her abdomen, pinning her down. With the fingers of my left hand I opened her pussy to expose her swollen clit. Then, leaning down with my little brush in my right hand I went to work.

"OOOOOHHHH... AAAAHHHHH.."

She bucked and twisted, but I held her firm and kept stroking her with the soft bristles. It didn't take long.

"I'M CUMMMMINGGGG... OHHHHH.... ARGHHHHH. YES... YESSSS...."

I kept stimulating her until her body relaxed and collapsed on the counter. When she finally opened her eyes my face was all she could see.

"Did you like that slut?"

"God yes.."

"Show me," I said as a lowered my mouth to hers. She kissed me furiously, probing my mouth with her tongue. It was like I had poured water on her fire but not put it out, and it was burning again. 

"Now it's my turn," I said. Sliding my arms under her I picked her up and carried her back to the bed where I had found her. Except for the silly bra still holding up her bare tits she was naked. I dumped her on the bed.

"On your knees bitch, with your ass in the air facing me."

There was no hesitation. With her head down she maneuvered her body until her knees were on the edge of the bed and her ass was high in the air. It was at the perfect level for me to fuck from my standing position. I reached up between her legs to gather some of the copious juice and smeared it around her ass. A little probing with my finger showed me that I was going to have no difficulty impaling her. Her ass had obviously been visited before.

"Do you feel me, Celia? Are you ready?"

"Yesss.. Do me..... I want it....."

The head of my cock penetrated her. It felt fantastic. Slowly I pushed in a little deeper.

"Ahhhh....."

"Do you like being fucked in the ass Celia?"

"Yess damn it..... You know I do...."

"Does Elizabeth fuck you like this Celia?"

"OHHHH... yes she does.... she does awful things to me..."

I shoved my hips forward and went in another inch. "Ummmm... you are still nice and tight. What awful things does Elizabeth do to you?"

"Ahhhh.... so gooood..... She puts vibrators up my ass and into my pussy and then whips my tits with a flogger.."

Picturing this scene produced a surge of lust that started in my toes and moved up my body. I could no longer be gentle. With a groan I thrust forward and embedded my cock fully in her ass.

"ARGHHHHH..."

"What else does she do, Celia?"

"OHHHHHH... I feel so full....."

I slapped her ass. "What else Celia?"

"She makes me lick her pussy and her....ass."

"AAAHHHHHH..." Hearing that sent me over the edge. I grabbed her hips so I could pull and push her ass on my cock as I exploded into her. For half a minute I plunged in and out of her, delighting in her cries. Finally I sank onto the bed and held her tight against me, still buried deep in her.

"You are one hot bitch," I sighed into her ear. "What do you think we should do with Elizabeth when she gets here?"

"I think you should tie her up and let me use the brushes on her," she said. And I felt her ass muscles squeeze my still hard cock.



The Present



"I got you a present." He dropped a small red paper bag on the table of our regular booth and then slid onto the bench on the other side, watching me as he moved. I cocked my head and looked at him for a moment while I took a sip of my IPA. 

"It's not my birthday." 

"No, it's not." We sat quietly for a minute and then I slid the bag towards me and looked inside. It was filled with white tissue paper. "Hurry up, you should open it before everyone else gets here." 

I picked up the bag, felt around among the tissue paper, and pulled out a pair of black panties. My left eye brow rose all on it's own.

"You bought me panties?"

"Look more carefully." His smirk annoyed me. We were friends, and we'd slept together, sure, but we weren't together. We certainly weren't at a place where he should be buying me underwear. I was just on the verge of telling him so when I felt the pouch with a hard egg shape sew into the panties. I looked up at him, and I must have shown my surprise, because the egg started to vibrate as soon as we made eye contact. His smirk still annoyed me, but now it was also turning me on. 

I dropped the panties back into the paper bag and took another sip of beer. I eyed him over the rim of my pint glass, wondering what this was about. 

"And what occasion prompted this gift?"

"Today was just a little too boring. I wanted to spice it up a bit," he told me as he cockily threw an arm across the back of the booth and took a long gulp of his Boston Lager. We eyed each other for a moment until he straightened up unexpectedly. I looked up and three of our friends had just arrived. I slid the bag off the table and held it against my hip as I stood up. 

"Hey guys, I'll be right back, just gonna run to the bathroom." I strode off toward the bathroom, refusing to look back even though I knew he'd be watching me. I was going to let him play this game tonight, but he wouldn't get any extra satisfaction by my hesitating. 

I walked into the single bathroom of the bar and locked the door softly behind me. I placed the bag on the edge of the sink and took a deep breath. 

"Oh what the fuck, it'll be fun," I told my reflection in the mirror. I reached under my black skirt and slid my red thong over my ass and down my thighs. I steadied myself on the sink as I stepped out of each leg and balled up the thong. I would slip it into my coat pocket when I got back to the table. I stepped into the black panties and pulled them up over my strong legs. I made sure the hard little egg was nestled in between my lips right at my clit, and then I smoothed down my skirt, making sure I looked the same as before. I put the paper bag and tissue paper in the trash and stepped out of the bathroom. 

I greeted the rest of my friends as I quickly stopped by my coat hanging on the rack near our booth. As I slid back into my place and grabbed my beer I felt the lowest vibration, and my eye lids fluttered as my attention went directly to my clit. I smiled and turned my attention to my other friends, not giving the slightest attention to him. 

The night went on like that, with little shots of vibration followed by nothing. I would be chatting with someone about work and all of a sudden my voice would get breathier and I would lean back on the edge of the table we were standing near. I would be ordering a drink and suddenly the vibration would be so high it was all I could do to keep on my feet as I put all my weight against the bar. 

Sometimes he would time it while the group was laughing at a joke, or the music suddenly came on even higher, so I could hide the tiny moans that escaped. Other times he would watch a one on one conversation I was having at the edge of the room, waiting for the absolute worst time. After a few hours I was soaking wet and dying to cum. The teasing was beyond bearable. And then just then he appeared at my elbow in the middle of a conversation. 

"Can I grab her away for a dance?" He asked, grabbing me around the waist and whisking me off to the edge of the bar where a few people were dancing. He held me close and moved against me, always with one hand on my body and the other down by his side. The vibrations got steadily stronger and then would back away instantly, sometimes moving with the music, or his hand, or my body, sometimes completely by surprise. The randomness, not being able to control it, or to tell what would happen next was driving me crazy. 

"Oh my god, you're driving me insane." I whispered in his ear. 

"That's the point." He whispered back, almost growling into my ear. I was starting to lose my ability to stand up on my own, and I think he could tell. He took my hand and brought me into the shadows at the end of the bar. He pushed me up against the wall, his leg pushing its way between mine, his thigh pushing up right against the vibrator, right against my clit. The vibrations were still random, fast and slow, and I was starting to shake. 

"I want to watch you cum, right here, a stone's throw from the rest of our friends." I could only smile in response, and throw my head back against the wall. I'm pretty sure I would have slid right down the wall if his thigh hadn't been pushing me up. My mouth opened and I started to moan, the sounds drowned out by the music but anyone who had looked our way would have known exactly what was happening. He grabbed my jaw and pressed his mouth firmly against mine. I don't know if that hid what we were doing, but it pushed me over the edge and I came hard against him, grabbing onto his arms. 

"Stop, please stop," I mumbled and he turned the vibrations down. I tried to catch my breath but he turned my face roughly towards his. 

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I need to get you back to my place, right now." I smiled and nodded, and we grabbed our coats, not even saying goodbye.



The Present



In the flat above mine lived a short, dumpy, middle aged woman. We met on the stairs occasionally and said hello, politely, well we did until the evening when there was a terrific crash on my bedroom ceiling, followed by a half an hour of silence, then a desperate banging started. I ascended the stairs to find the front door of my neighbours flat unlocked, fortunately. I went to the bedroom and discovered her led on the floor. Heaven knows what she had been doing but the hatch into the roof space was open and one of her legs was clearly broken, I guessed that she had fallen from the loft. I covered her with a blanket and phoned the ambulance. It was serious, not only had she broken a leg but a hip as well. It was a good while before the ambulance men were confident enough to transfer her to a stretcher and carry her down the three flights of steep stairs to the ambulance.

A few days later I tracked her to the hospital. When I attempted to visit my neighbour I was accosted by a fierce matron - this all happened many years ago when hospitals had matrons and only the men from U.N.C.L.E. has mobiles. "Who are you?" she enquired in startlingly abrupt manner.

"The man who found her, I live in the flat blow hers, I only know she's Mrs. Staveley because I read her envelopes in the hall; incidentally I've brought her post with me."

"Oh she replied," sounding somewhat mollified. "Well Mrs. Cassandra Staveley has no close relatives and has had no visitors at all so far, perhaps if you could pop in two or three times a week it would cheer her up; despite our best efforts she's still in a lot of pain. That was how I came to know Cassie. Eventually, she did have another visitor, her boss: I knew about him because he could afford far more showy flowers than I could, and I really liked the grapes her brought her.

She recovered sufficiently to come home, her boss brought her work to her, she did his books, and I did her shopping and other little errands; it was several weeks before her plaster cast was removed and she could really get about again. She had been home for a few days when she asked if I would do her a really special favour?

"If I can," I replied gallantly.

"Well it's a bit embarrassing actually. Well... Well, would you help me in and out of the bath. I just can't manage on my own."

"Yes," I stuttered my mind reeling at the implications of her request.

"Good, because I'm starting to smell, give me ten minutes and I'll call."

I went to her kitchen to make us some tea. "Ready!" She shouted. She was stood by the bath in just her white cotton pants, my jaw dropped, I had expected a swimming costume, or some show of modesty. "Well don't just stand there pull my pants off and help me in." She actually wanted me to strip her naked! "And while I have my bath find me some clean pants there's a dear." In the end I simply lifted her up and placed her in the bath, propping her plastered leg on a small stool to keep it out of the water.

I had never thought about Cassie sexually before, she was well over twenty years my senior, but it is something that does come to mind when you lift a naked woman into a bath. OK she was plump, but not excessively so, she had large, well rounded white breasts and wide, seductive, hips, even if one of them was now a little scarred. Her skin was wrinkled here and there, but only slightly, her eyes were blue and lively, her mouth sensuously broad. Her hair was long, full and lustrous. My eyes strayed back to her breasts, they were magnificent with well defined, dark pink, areolae, almost light brown, oval in shape, encircling prominent, slightly redder, large, round nipples.

By the time I had discovered where Cassie kept her plain white cotton pants I had found that Cassie's taste in underwear could be quite exotic. She had a drawer full of basques and bustiers in bright colours, together with any number of suspender belts. She also had a collection of black, red and magenta bras and pants with holes in strategic places, both with and without lace, a nurses outfit and a maids outfit. I could not help but suspect I was meant to find these, but I laid the plain cotton pants on the bed and kept quiet.

By the time she shouted for me to come and get her out I was secretly supporting quite a stiff little penis. We drained the water and I lifted her from the bath. As I hoisted her over the side she slipped an arm round my neck and whispered, "do you like my tits then?" and giggled like a naughty little school girl. I went crimson and, out of dignity, did not deign to reply: instead I lowered her gently and helped her into a towelling dressing gown. "Before you go would you help me get my clean pants on, please."

After this I helped Cassie with a bath about every three days. Each time as I lifted her from the bath she would embarrass me by asking questions such as; "did I have a big stiffy?" or "had I been rooting through her underwear again?" or kissing me hard on the mouth. On every occasion she did, however, make it quite plain that once I had helped her into her pants it was time to go. Despite, or perhaps because of, her teasing I was quite disappointed when her cast was finally removed. But she told me to keep visiting her and when she was fully recovered she would give me a special present for being such a good boy, and not attempting to take advantage of her. The way she said this made me wonder if I was supposed to have done precisely that.

I had to wait six months for my present. When she finally announced her gift was ready I was intrigued; she requested that I kept the whole weekend free so that I could appreciate her small offering fully. At seven, on the designated Friday evening, she knocked on my door and announced that if I came to her flat in three quarters of an hour my gift would be finished: handing me a spare key as she spoke. At a quarter to eight, on the dot, I bounded up the stairs to her flat. When I entered her flat I found a note on a small table by the door. It read, 'I'm in the bedroom.' I opened the door and stood stock still, riveted to the spot, Cassie herself was my present. She was lying on her big double bed wearing a red ribbon and nothing else. It ran round the back of her neck crossed over itself under those magnificent tits of hers then disappeared behind her, emerging from the crack of her sex to run up her belly to the crossover, where the ends were tied off in a neat double bow. But that was not what had me thunderstruck, it was the fact that each of her wrists and ankles was secured to a corner of the bed with soft cord and she had even gagged herself with a very effective ball gag. She was completely helpless. On the stand, next to the bed was a blindfold, a couple of vibrators, one large, one small and rather pointed, a string of plastic beads, a set of industrial ear protectors, a pot of Vaseline, a selection of feathers and brushes and another note. 

'As you can see this weekend you can do anything at all you like to me and I am absolutely powerless to stop you. In the cupboard, under the stand, you'll find lots more cord of various lengths if you wish to re-position me. Under the bed you'll find a collection of hobbles, leg spreaders and other restraints. I think you know all about my costumes and outfits, feel free to dress me up any way that you wish. Before you return to your flat on Sunday evening you should have, at least, attempted all of the following. Licked and fingered me to a series of orgasms, I deserve that at least. Come in my pussy, my mouth and my bottom, at least once. Pulled the beads from my arse as I have an orgasm. Pulled my hair really hard as I have an orgasm. Squeezed and twisted my nipples really hard as I have an orgasm. Spanked my bare bottom for being a really naughty girl. Ordered me to perform a series of obscene, embarrassing, lewd or sexually depraved acts for your amusement. Running the big vibrator on my clitty after an orgasm is unbearable but I am totally helpless so if you do this I will just have to endure it. I have two requests. First, please do not leave any lasting marks on my body, I have to return to work on Monday. Second, if you decide to leave the gag in place could you use the cords running under the bed to secure my knees and elbows, if you keep them bent it helps to prevent cramping.

I know you want me, it's written all over your face every time you see my tits, and that rod in your trousers gives you away too. Well you were such a gentleman, leaving me alone, and me such a slut rushing for that big vibrator as soon as you closed the door. Did you sneak to you bedroom for a wank; I bet you did sometimes. Well now take me, I'm all yours.

Love Cassie.

P.S. if you're good we can do this again.'

Where to begin? She was right I did want her, very badly indeed. I should start at the beginning with a hopelessly randy Cassie and then make her wait whilst I explored her body. I was shocked at the violence she requested so explicitly, but still 'it takes all sorts'. I tied off her knees and elbows which left her almost unable to move at all. I flicked her stiff nipples idly whilst I thought. I ran a finger up and down the sloes of her feet, she strained against her bonds frantically; strangled laughter came from her gag. I flicked her nipples once more then waved the nail brush in front of her eyes. They widened with panic. I removed my shoe laces and dangled these before her, then secured her big toes to the corners of the bed so she could not move her feet in the slightest. Her look told me she now understood, if you have ticklish feet a nail brush is going to be torture and I gave her feet a good scrubbing. In the end tears were streaming down her face, she was hysterical.

I changed tactics and began sucking her toes and licking her soles. This clearly tickled less and turned her on rather more, she was panting and giggling at the same time. As she gradually became increasingly excited I moved on to kissing, licking and sucking her hands and arms which are surprisingly sensitive, especially the palms, the crooks of the elbows and the arm pits which, fortunately, were nicely shaven. Next came her belly followed by her face, earlobes and neck, by now Cassie was mewing with pleasure. When I started on the insides of her thighs she began to sigh gently even though I was most careful not to touch any part of her sex. Last, but definitely not least, her breasts, I spent ages sucking and rolling her big red highly sensitive nipples.

It was time to unwrap my now lusty present, I unfastened the red bow and gently tugged the ribbon away. After this I could spread the lips of her sex which I did very gently indeed: she was soaking, in fact she had run so much there was a damp patch on the sheet under her and the ends of the ribbon were dark with her juices. "Naughty girl, you're making a mess, you have to be punished for that." I unfastened her gag, wiped her pussy with the ribbon, wound the sticky ends round the gag and replaced it in her mouth. Next I very slowly worked the beads in and out of her until they were slick with her natural moisture and then slid them into her arse. She gave a little grunt as each bead penetrated her tight little hole, of pain or pleasure I could not tell. "Now for your punishment, twenty strokes."

Cassie flinched, but she need not have worried. First I blindfolded her and then held her pussy wide apart again and gave her clitoris a single firm lick, raised my head and announced "one," at the same time giving each of her nipples a firm tweak. Stroke number two brought a sharp intake of breath and number three elicited a long drawn out sigh. Twenty licks about four seconds apart leaves a sensitive woman in a very randy state, you can hear her pussy slurp and squelch: it's the anticipation that's the killer, knowing that in few seconds your brain is going to get that sharp jolt of intense pleasure. To make things really interesting for her I varied the force I used on her nipples, sometimes a gentle caress, sometimes a hark flick, next a teasing roll between finger and thumb, or a vicious twisting pull.

"Do you want to come Cassie?"

She replied with a vigorous nod.

"Are you sure of that?"

Another vigorous nod.

"Shall I lick you, finger you or slide my penis in and out of your randy little hole?"

A very very vigorous nod to that last one.

"Alright you can come." Continuing to hold her pussy lips wide apart I set the big vibrator to maximum and held it firmly against her clitty: it was a good job she was tied tightly. At first it was clearly all orgasmic joy, one shuddering climax followed by another, but then the orgasms became more spread out and her struggles between them increasingly frantic. I waited for her next climax and popped out the beads, this triggered a short burst of orgasms in rapid succession followed by her most desperate struggle yet, so I used one hand to pull her hair or squeeze and twist her nipples. Cassie was having an orgasm about once a minute now and in between that powerful vibrator working on her over stimulated clit was clearly giving her a lot of grief. After just fifteen minutes she was becoming exhausted, her struggles weakening and her moans turning into to mews. I stopped and untied her, she was as limp as a wet rag and gasping for breath.

"My God, you were good," she whispered. "But I need time to recover, meanwhile you get undressed now so you can enjoy me properly" and she began to take long slow deep breaths as I disrobed. "I'll get us a cool drink," and she slowly made her way out of the room. I lay naked on the bed, relaxed and studied her note; oral first I thought, then she could suck me hard again before I made love to her. I heard Cassie return and place the glasses on the little stands next to the bed. She took my hand and sucked on its fingers, then tickled the palm with her tongue. My supposedly rock hard cock got even stiffer and I sighed with anticipation as my balls contracted. It was when she rolled on top of me that I realised that she had tied my wrist to the bed post and as I tugged at that one, she secured the other wrist.

"Your turn now, lover boy." She soon had me trussed up the way she had been, I could barely move at all. "Let's let Auntie Cassie find out what you like and, better still, what you don't like! First, I clean out my pussy with these cotton panties then I wrap them round your gag. Right if you don't like anything just tell me! Next the blindfold so it was all be a surprise, now the earplugs and muffs.

Silent darkness. For what felt like an eternity she did nothing. "Mmummph!" She tapped each of my nipples twice, peeled my foreskin back very slowly as far as it would go and then administered a single quick stoke to my stiff member. My seed began to rise, my penis on fire. As I began to relax she repeated the manoeuvre, two quick taps to each nipple then a single fast stroke that left me gasping and my cock twitching. Over and over she repeated this simple tormentation until I was completely breathless. Unexpectedly I found myself screaming with laughter, she was tickling my very sensitive feet. The gag was evil, I wanted to beg and plead for her to leave my delicate feet alone, but all I could manage was to howl with laughter and suck in air. She worked on my soles, my insteps, my toes. At last, bliss, she stopped. I got my breath back making myself dizzy with hyperventilation. Then she struck again. God knows what she was using now it was worse than the brush, really stiff with a lot of points of contact. She worked on me with one implement or another till I was utterly exhausted.

Peace again. I groaned. Nothing. Two taps to the left nipple, two to the right, I tensed with anticipation but Cassie waited until I relaxed a little before she twitched my cock. Not this again, yet there was absolutely nothing I could do but endure it. This time instead of tapping my nipples she gave them two little licks making the sensations even more intense. Did I yearn to come! Every time she twitched my cock my body began to prepared to spurt, a need made even more desperate by those four little licks, then nothing. The pattern changed, she was giving my rod two little flicks one immediately after the other. Now I could feel my seed rise even higher before frustration and disappointment followed.

A short sweet rest. Then massive exhalation on my part, she had poked the tip of the small vibrator into my arse and set it to maximum. She resumed licking my nipples and flicking my cock always making sure that the vibrator did not slip. So intense were these various stimulations that I could no longer even think, well except of how badly I needed to come. As suddenly as it all started it all stopped, noting, just me sucking in air. As I regained some composure a new agony started; Cassie was holding the big vibrator, set to full power, hard against the helmet of my cock. Was that intense? My balls tightened, my guts began to churn and she stopped. When I recovered she repeated the exercise but this time using her mouth to stimulate my sensitive glans. The third act was agony, she was rubbing a well oiled palm over the head of my prick, this exploits all the sensitivity of the penis but does not actually make your seed rise. Had I not been gagged I would soon have been screaming, it was more than I could bear, I was rapidly pouring with sweat.

The ear protectors and plugs were removed. "Naughty boy, you've soaked my bed, twenty strokes is, I believe the appropriate punishment." Twenty long slow swirls of that slippery palm, I wished I had not pushed Cassie quite so far earlier now. After my punishment my blindfold was removed before Cassie impaled herself very slowly on my penis. Desperately as I wanted her to, she did not move, instead she applied the big vibrator to her clit and treated herself to a climax or three whilst I looked on helpless. Only when she had sated her lust did she begin to ride me, ever so slowly. My orgasm built and built and built until I began to squirt thick white smelly come into her hot, tight slippery pussy. Over and over I pumped and then pumped again, it was the longest, most intense, orgasm I had ever had. I was spent. Cassie leant forwards, removed my gag and gave me a long passionate kiss on the mouth, her tongue probing as deeply as it could. She climbed off me, turned around, parked her dank pussy on my nose and mouth, then held the big vibrator firmly against the head of my penis. I opened my moth to scream only to have my own seed and Cassie's copious secretions dribble into it.

"Now then lover boy let's see how long you take to come again." It took the most unbearable fifteen minutes of my life, only moderated slightly by my plotting revenge. She would pay dearly for this, after all I had two days left, both oral and anal sex to go and was she going to get a spanking.



The Present



This was going to be Larry's best birthday ever, one he had always wanted and one he'll never forget, Janet thought to herself as she waited at the airport's Delta Airlines gate.

She had gone to great expense to track down and talk to her old friend Peggy to ask her to come to Little Rock for this. She had found her in Indiana and it had been no trouble to persuade her to do this.

Peggy was easy to spot as she came up the ramp. She hadn't changed much at all, maybe a couple of added pounds, but basically she looked the same. She was right in front of Janet before she recognized her.

"Janet, is that you?" she exclaimed, hugging me tightly at the same time.

"It is me," I answered back.

"It is so good to see you, and this is going to be so much fun, and your husband knows nothing right."

"He doesn't suspect a thing, and this will be the mother of all birthday presents as far as he is concerned. Let's get your bags and get you checked into the hotel""

After finally finding Peggy's bag, the two good looking women headed for the Embassy Suites just a few miles away. Janet parked in the parking deck. Before getting out of the car Peggy pulled Janet to her and kissed her passionately. Janet returned the kiss, parting her lips and things got pretty hot in the front seat.

"Let's get me checked in."

"Good idea, come on."

As usual it seemed to take forever to get checked in, but finally the two women made it to the room. The door had hardly shut behind them when they embraced again. As they were kissing Peggy slipped her hand inside Janet's blouse and undid her bra and pulled it off. She lowered her head and began sucking and biting Janet's nipple of one breast and feeling the other.

"Oh Peggy that feels so good, I can't believe it's been over 20 years since we've been together."

"I know, this may be for Larry's birthday but its going to make me very happy to."

"We don't have much time, I told Larry to meet me in the sports bar at six, and its after five now."

As she was saying this, Peggy had already slipped her jeans down and was nuzzling her pussy through her panties. Janet was already getting wet as Peggy slipped her panties down too.

"Just a quick preview ok," and with that she ran her tongue all the way up and down Janet's slit.

Peggy kept on sucking and licking Janet's cunt until both were moaning and groaning. Janet fell back on the couch, kicking her panties and jeans all the way off.

Peggy quickly slipped out of her clothing and got on the couch.

"Let's sixty nine," Peggy breathlessly said.

Peggy turned around and slid down to Janet's cunt, at the same time lowering her pussy to Janet's face. Janet grabbed the ass cheeks hovering above her and started gently kissing Peggy's neatly trimmed bush. Peggy's pussy was already wet covering her face in love juice in just a matter of seconds.

Both women were moaning and groaning and could barely stay on the couch as they rolled around in their sixty-nine position.

"I've waited so long to taste you again," Peggy said in a muffled voice as she continued burying her face into Janet's cunt.

Janet just moaned something unintelligible back because she couldn't tear her face away. It took only about two minutes until Peggy was pumping her ass up and down frantically. Janet had to really hold on to her old friend's ass to keep her mouth and tongue on and in her.

"Janet, Janet I'm cumming, oh god don't stop please don't stop, I'm cumming on your face baby here it comes oh, oh so good so good."

Janet could feel the tremors as Peggy humped her cum covered face. As Peggy's orgasm subsided she slipped a finger in Janet's cunt and fucked her hard and fast. The smell of sex was in the room as Peggy ran her tongue around Janet's clit gently biting and licking.

Between the tongue working on her clit, the finger pumping in and out of her pussy and Peggy's cunt still in her face Janet exploded.

"That was so good," Janet whispered to Peggy as she licked her own juices off of Peggy's face and finger.

"I've brought some toys to make tonight interesting for your husband."

"Great, and I've got to get dressed and meet him."

Larry was already at the bar having his usual bourbon and coke when he saw his wife walking toward him.

"Hi babe," his usual greeting.

"Hi," and she kissed him quickly on the lips. Larry could swear he tasted pussy, but knew that he was probably dreaming.

"You want something to drink."

"No, I just came down to meet you. Why don't you have another drink and give me about thirty minutes to go back to the room and get ready. I've got a surprise for you."

"Sexy outfit."

"Could be, you'll just have to wait and see, ok."

"OK, I'll be up in thirty minutes," he told her, leaning over to kiss her again. And again he thought he could taste another woman.

Larry had another drink, nursing it for the next half-hour because he wanted to be sober when he got to their room.

Larry began daydreaming about what Janet might have up her sleeve, wishing she might surprise him with another woman. This was something that he had always found erotic, two women kissing, two women having oral sex, two women doing just anything. He remembered when he found out that his wife had once had an affair with another woman. He had found out one day when he found some letters from a girl named Peggy right after he married Janet. He couldn't help himself, he had read all the letters and had such a hard on. The girls, whose pussy his wife had tasted was a very pretty lady, he had met her once at the radio station where he was working. Just thinking about the two together drove him crazy.

Larry unlocked the door and stepped into the living room of the suite. His wife called from the bedroom to come on in. Stepping into the bedroom he was shocked and stunned. His wife lay naked on her back with a girl between her legs sucking playfully.

"Larry I want you to meet our old fantasy friend Peggy."

"Hello Larry, happy birthday and welcome to your party, why don't you get out of those clothes."

Larry's legs were weak and shaky, but he did as he was told, stripping down to nothing

"Come get on the bed with me and Peggy."

Again still in a state of shock he did as he was told.

Peggy and Janet started kissing deeply with Peggy on top. Larry's cock was so hard he couldn't believe it. Janet pushed the other woman's head to her tits. She worked them over until you could see the wetness on Janet's nipples.

"Eat my pussy baby, show Larry how good your are."

Peggy kissed her way to the treasure box and slowly began licking up and down Janet's slit. She then began working on her clit with her tongue. Peggy was really getting into now as you could tell from the sounds escaping from Janet. Peggy's mouth felt so good on her. She was about to cum already.

Larry was in heaven, he was jerking off like mad and lasted about two minutes before cumming all over his wife's tits. When Janet saw his cum splattering all over her she came too.

"Oh Peggy I'm cumming lick me lick me" and she came and came and just seemed to keep on cumming forever. Peggy then licked Larry's cum off of Janet and then kissed her.

"I can taste both of you," Janet said.

Larry was still hard as a rock and couldn't believe this was happening.

Next he watched as his wife put on a strap on dildo. Peggy helped her with it getting it good and tight. Peggy then took the six inch fake cock in her mouth and sucked it until it was very wet. She then got up on all fours. Larry watched as the woman he loved rubbed the dildo up and down Peggy's slit. Peggy's cunt was already soaked and the cock went right in. Larry watched his wife's beautiful ass as she started pumping away at Peggy from behind. Peggy was already moving her ass in tandem with Janet and both women were making so much noise Larry thought someone might call security.

Janet could see how wet the cock was with pussy juice each time it came out of Peggy's snatch, and she couldn't believe how good it felt as each time she rammed the strap on in it hit her clit.

"Give it to me baby fuck my pussy, yeah, yeah you're doing it good, I'm so wet I must be dripping all over the place."

Janet could tell that Peggy was about to come and she was too.

"Are you cumming Peggy, come lets cum together." She was now shoving the cock in and out so fast it was almost a blur. She looked at Larry and his hand was moving just as fast.

"Come on let's all cum together, come on Larry, come on Peggy."

The noise between the three was unbelievable. They all came at the same time with the women screaming and Larry joining in with loud moans as he shot all over Peggy's ass. They all collapsed together in the middle of the bed.

"Happy birthday, baby."

"Happy birthday, Larry. Did you like your present?"

Larry was speechless.



The Present



She glances up at the TV, he is still flicking through the channels trying to settle on something to watch, and she snuggles in tighter to him on the bed, a rare day off during the week to spend together. She sighs contentedly.

The doorbell sounds and she grins quickly then returns her face to a passive expression before looking up at him with feigned puzzlement. "Expecting someone, babe?" she asks tilting her head to look up at him.

He shakes his head as he looks down into her puzzled expression, slipping effortlessly from the bed, "I'll go see who it is."

As soon as he leaves the room, she gets out of the bed to rummage through the closet. Finding what she is looking for she quickly strips off and slips on her new shoes she'd hidden at the back.

She closes the curtains to darken the room and sets about preparing the room. Her time is running short as she hears his footsteps on the stairs. She lights the last two candles, shuts the door over and runs and jumps back on the bed. Piling the pillows up she lays back on them, stretched out with her feet crossed at the ankles.

"The parcel is for you..." His voice trails off as he catches a glimpse of her. Her heart flutters as his eyes trail from her feet to her eyes and back down. "New shoes?" he asks.

Smiling softly she barely nods, "The parcel is actually for you, you should open it..."

He gives her a quizzical look as he peels the box open, his eyes moving between her and the box. He pulls a layer of bubble wrap from the box and she watches his expression change, he licks his lips and looks up at her. Gone is the questioning eyes, replaced with a hunger, the look alone makes her shiver with anticipation.

He reaches into the box again, "Someone has been shopping hasn't she?"

Unsure of her voice she just nods. He smirks and she immediately realises her error and stutters "Yes, Sir."

"Mmm, that's my good girl, or maybe you wanted me to test some of my new toys out..."

He pulls out the pair of nipples clamps and swings them by the chain. "My dear, we will have fun tonight..."

"May I look too Sir?" she asks quietly as he picks through the box, not pulling anything else out but just moving it to the side.

His reply is simple, "No."

She watches his face carefully and sees the smirk form on his lips. Her breath catches in her throat as he swiftly hides an item from the box behind his back.

"Now, this is my present and this is the first one I want to use."

She nods as he speaks and replies instantly "Yes, Sir," straining to see behind his back as he steps around from the foot of the bed to stand beside her.

"Ready?" Before she can even respond he pulls out the item, despite herself she laughs and then quickly slaps a hand over her mouth. He looks at her sternly for a moment and she breathes out in relief as the corner of his lips curl up and he smiles.

He flicks the soft material of the blindfold, she picked the pretty one with smooth silky material and trimmed with lace, and she smiles at her choice. "It's pretty isn't it?" he smiles down at her and brushes a hand across her cheek gently. "Yes, it's pretty and will look lovely on you."

He slips the material over her head, resting the blindfold just above her eyes so she can still see, and smiles softly. He motions for her hand; she places hers in his before he reaches into his pocket and stretches her arm out to the top of the bed and tying it there before moving to the other side, once the other side is secured he leans over and kisses her palm.

Her mind is racing, she hadn't even seen him get out those ties and yet they were in his pocket. She is distracted by her thoughts and jumps when she hears the sharp slap of leather against skin, focusing on him again.

She knows he has been watching her for a little, and his face gives away his anger but slight amusement. "What were you thinking?"

She stutters slightly "You had the ties in your pocket and I don't remember you getting them out."

He smiles and laughs. "Oh my girl, I know you better than you do remember? I always plan for every possibility."

She watches him reach forward and pick up her top foot lightly around the ankle, sliding his hand up her calf, kneading her skin as he goes. She feels the goose bumps rise on her skin and closes her eyes briefly, enjoying the touch of his hands on her body.

"When did you get these shoes?" he asks.

She pauses briefly as his fingers slide over the top of her foot, his fingertips brushing down the side of the black glittered surface and down to the point of the 3 inch heel, "on Friday of last week."

"They are stunning and suit you."

She smiles at his compliment. "Thank you."

He extends her leg out to the side and picks up the other, he slowly snakes his hands and fingers over her skin, giving it the same attention as the first before laying it down on the bed. He reaches in his pocket again and pulls out the remaining two ties and secures her ankles to the bed, stepping back his eyes travel all over her body causing her to shiver as she watches him.

"Ok I think that's enough." She barely has time to think before he is back at her side and pulling the blindfold down over her eyes.

She bites her lip and strains her ears to listen for where he is in the room. She feels his breath on her skin near her side and tries to pull that way.

"Settle girl, we're just getting started."

She takes a few deep breaths to settle herself, relaxing against the pillow behind her and feeling her heart beat slow slightly.

The original anticipation slowly decreasing as the minutes count by, she has lost track of time and starts counting to keep track. She hasn't heard him at all in the room and she frowns slightly. Her heart rate picks up again as she feels her panic rising; she tugs at the restraints at her wrists and flexes her feet.

As quickly as her brow furrows with her concern, his lips are on her forehead kissing her tenderly, "Don't frown, I'm right here."

She smiles and relaxes again, now she can hear him moving around, he is at the foot of the bed again rummaging in his new treasure chest. She can hear him make slight sounds, a small laugh here or an interested mumble there.

"I wish I'd been there when you placed this order. I can only imagine how wet you must have been. When did you do it?" he asked.

She considers the question for a moment and a small smile plays on her lips. "Well, remember the night you said I was being a naughty little minx?"

He laughs. "Which time?"

She laughs along with him, "Well it was one of those times and I think you knew something was up because you didn't let me cum that night."

The silence returns and she frowns again and he tuts. "Why are you frowning now?" he asks.

"You always tell me how easily distracted I am, and as I lay here I am trying to keep track of time I am counting and then lose track of that. I can see why it must frustrate you."

She hears the smile in his voice as he speaks again, his fingertips brushing down the inside of her lower calf, "Let me worry about the time today, you just sit back and relax. After all you did say this gift was for me and I plan to take my time."

She feels a shiver course through her body, goose bumps rising on her skin as she ponders this for a moment. She sighs out a deep breath and settles back to wait.

She hears the sound of the chain on the clamps again; as she focuses on the sound she feels the cold metal drape over her foot and drop down on each side. The rummaging sound once again fills her ears; she can hear his feet shuffling along the floor around her feet.

"This is quite the collection; do you have any preference for where to start? Well I do so let's get started."

She quickly controls the smirk on her lips but, as usual, she is too late. "Smirking pet?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I find you funny," she blurts out.

"Funny? You find me funny? We'll see if you still think that at the end of the night. Now..." She can hear him pacing back and forth at the end of the bed. His footsteps stop just to the right of centre and she feels the change of weight on the bed as he picks up an item, his footsteps move around to her side and she turns her head towards him.

Suddenly she feels his warm lips against hers and pushes up to him only to be pushed back. As she opens her mouth to say something her mouth is immediately filled with the taste of new silicone rubber.

He buckles the gag behind her head, gently moving her hair away from the catch. "Ah peace, at last." She knows that chuckle, it's a chuckle that tells her he knows she is glaring at him even through a blindfold and she is.

She has lost him in the room again, she felt him pick up the nipple clamps as the chain had been lifted from her foot, jumping as his fingertip suddenly touches her breast, circling one nipple, she moans softly from behind her gag. His touches become more insistent circling tight on her now hard nipple. As she feels him secure the first nipple clamp, her breath catches in her throat causing a gasp.

His movements are deliberate as he strides back around, her right nipple already aching for his touch., his first touch causing her hips to rise off the bed, his hand firmly presses her back on to the bed as he secures the second clamp, the cold chain is draped between her full breasts.

He leans in and whispers softly in her ear, "You are beautiful." his tongue glides the length of her ear before nipping her earlobe causing her to squirm and tries to thank him through her gag.

He claps his hands together once, "What's next pet? I guess I'll decide."

She has been listening to him pace for what seems like hours, she is sure he knows what he wants to do, he is smart and he'll have planned every moment by now but this is torture, and he knows how to test her. Her patience is her weakest quality and he pushes it a little more with moment.

Her breath is coming out in short pants, the combination of the nipple clamps and the gag making it hard to take deep breaths. Although the room is cool she can feel a light sheen of sweat coming up on her body as her internal heat rises with the anticipation.

She hears the door open to their room; she is unable to speak but whimpers slightly. His footsteps return quickly and he is at her side, he whispers in her ear, "Okay let's get started."

She feels his fingertips glide down between her breasts, her body responds to his touch, moving towards his fingers. His fingers reach the steel chain draped on her skin and lift it slowly, gently tugging the chain causing her to moan deep in her throat at the sensation of the pull on her nipples.

He uses his other hand to glide over her skin down her stomach and over her hip, her hips have always been sensitive to the touch and as he reaches her right hip he gives a sharp tug on the nipple clamps causing her to moan again, arching up off the bed as best she can, and whimpering through her gag.

"Sorry what pet? I can't hear you." He chuckles to himself as he lays the chain back on her skin and brushes down her leg, he is now back between her feet. She counts the seconds in her head "1..2..3......." just as she is about to squirm her hips buck involuntarily, he has brushed his finger up her slit and brushed over her clit causing her to lose count instantly.

She knows she is wet, she was wet before he re-entered the room and now she was sure there was a wet patch on their sheets. She silently thanked him for putting the gag in her mouth to keep her thoughts from being betrayed by a smirk.

As quickly as his finger is there it is gone, she relaxes back knowing that he is happy with her, he would let her know if he...

Her thought is cut off by a bite to her inner thigh, she squeaks behind the gag and squirms, his hands clamp firmly on her hips as she squirms, pinning her to the bed as he nibbles, bites, and kisses her inner thigh.

Her head lolls back, unable to squirm or move she just feels, her nipples aching deliciously as his mouth marks her inner thighs, his hand on her hips causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh again.

Using his tongue he slides up her inner though barely brushing over her slit as he slips back and forth to each side, the slight touch of his tongue over her lips causing her to purr each time. Then he is gone, she feels his weight leave the end of the bed and she is alone again.

His hands return to the top of her thighs, pressing gently down on her so she is once again pinned, even though she's not fidgeting, but before she can think too much of it a long, moan reverberates through her, it feels like her entire body is humming. He presses the small but powerful vibrator she bought against her clit; its cool material is a momentary shock until the vibrations hit her senses. Now she understands his hands as her hips shake and attempt to buck.

She is mumbling "Oh.. Fuck...., oh....." behind her gag as the relentless vibrations course through her body, she can feel an orgasm building and tries to grind her hips. He pulls back slightly, the vibrations still there but not enough to let her cum and she groans.

"Noooo, pleassse." she drools around her gag, her efforts futile as she hears the wicked chuckle she knows so well. As quickly as they appeared the vibrations and his hands are gone, her hips continued to wriggle on the bed, trying to recapturing the sensation.

She can hear the sound of clinking against glass as she wriggles, she stills and listens again, she can't place the sound and it hits her as his tongue glides up her slit again. She keens as the cold tongue and ice slides over her skin, the cube of ice dragging slowly over her slit and coming to a stop just over her clit. She can feel an icy bead of water slide down her wet pussy, the chill makes her shiver. He scoops the cube up from her skin and circles her clit relentlessly, the nub highly sensitized almost painful as he circles over and over, sucking the nub into his mouth she tries to shout out but it is muffled.

The sensitivity causing a slight pain and has her muffling protests, this is soon replaced with the building again. He still has her clit between his lips, pressing them tight around it and using the tip of his tongue to flick it. She lifts her hips to him, trying to grind into him, almost there, oh fuck she thinks; I'm going to cu...

He stops. He always stops.

"Fucks," she curses behind her gag and instantly regrets it as his hand slaps her clit causing a shout from her.

"Fucks?" he asks.

"Fucks, Sir," she struggles out the words so he can understand.

"Good girl," his finger back on her clit circling it, soothing it.

Her hips grind down, seeking more relief from his finger, he lets her so she seizes the chance and keeps going as deep moans now fill the room. She should have known it was too easy she feels a slick finger slide down her wet pussy lips, lower to her tight bud. 

Unable to bite her lip she bites into the gag as his finger probes, her hips stilled to feel every movement of his fingers.

He continues to circle her clit with his other hand, his fingertips increasing the pressure slightly as she relaxes for him. She feels him push into her bud as deep as the first knuckle. She can hear his breathing increase, he is now almost panting as he pulls his finger out slightly. When it returns she can feel a second finger beginning to stretch her.

She concentrates on her breathing, his fingers, and how her body is reacting to him. Her body starting to heat up again, she can feel the heat in her cheek as she thinks of what he is doing. He returns the vibrator to her clit, his fingers pressing deeper into her, at least second knuckle of both fingers now. The vibrator must be between his lips she thinks as the hand from her clit pushes a finger into her pussy, stroking her inner walls carefully. He knows her body, he plays it like his own instrument and if she could, she would be singing for him. Instead the only music she makes is muffled moans

His fingers in her ass are removed slowly. She groans at their loss but it is short lived as she feels a different pressure. She remembers the small vibrating plug she purchased and smiles, well tries to smile.

He has stretched her a little but it still takes a few minutes to ease the plug into her tight hole. Once in place she senses the shift on the mattress, he has moved back from her, taking the vibrator from her clit but still stroking inside her with a single finger.

"So beautiful, my sweet little girl," she hears him murmur. A blush rises on her cheeks, his compliment catching her off guard like always.

He kisses each of her rosy cheeks, "My beautiful, sweet, and thoughtful little girl, who is going to cum so hard for me."

She nods quickly and mumbles "Yes please Sir," he leans back and as he kneels between her legs he takes his hands away, she knows he is watching, he loves to watch, she must be a sight, splayed open, nipples clamped, pussy dripping wet and a butt plug buried in her ass.

He slips back off the bed and she can hear him, he slowly lowers the zipper on his jeans, she whimpers slightly her mind racing with what will come next.

He steps back beside her and stands there for a moment. His hand brushes her cheek, cupping her face before lifting her head up and undoing the buckle on the gag.

"Okay, enough of this."

She slurs "Thank you Sir," and then flexes her jaw side to side, licking her lips and breathing deeply and repeating "Thank you Sir."

He chuckles, "I heard you the first time pet." His fingertips brush down her side, to her hip he lifts her to place two pillows under her

Hearing his satisfied sigh she smiles and waits, his weight pushes the bed down as he kneels by her head. His hand is once again on her cheek this time he coaxes her to tilt her head towards him and presses his cock to her lips. She swallows just the tip at first, swirling her hot tongue around and around. The pleased sounds encouraging her as she slides up and down a small way, her tongue lapping up his pre-cum like it's her last meal.

His hands still cupping her face he leans forward, she relaxes her lips around him as he presses into her mouth, about half way now, pulling out and pushing in with a steady rhythm. Moaning around his cock, knowing he loves those little vibrations and feeling him stop to savour it. He lets out a deep groan of his own as his hands snake into her hair, pulling it tight between his fist and pulling her back before sliding in long and deep. 

She gags slightly but he has already slid back out, in and out now, long deep strokes of his cock into her mouth, fucking her face.

Her hips are grinding down, the plug in her ass against her pillow causing her to buck and whimper around his cock. His fingers find her clit again, circling it, still fucking her face.

As he drives her closer to the edge, she grinds her hips up and down, down into the plug, up into his slow teasing fingers. Nearly there.....

"Oh, fuck," she moans around his cock.

He stops and moves away quickly, leaving her empty. A desperate moan forms on her lips.

He chuckles

"Does my little girl want to cum?" he teases

"Please Sir, please let your little girl cum. She wants to cum so hard for you. Please." She begs and begs and he says nothing, she finally falls silent.

Squirming on the bed and tugging at the restraints again she sighs softly, her perception of time gone. She can hear her heart beat pounding in her ears and she taps her fingers softly on the bed.

He kisses her lips softly. "Good girl."

She smiles at her favourite words he leans over her, lifting the chain of the nipple clamps again and places it softly against her lips. "Hold on to this. No matter what, don't let go. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." she pulls the chain into her mouth with her tongue, the length of the chain perfect to slightly pull on her nipples. She hears the familiar buzz again and the vibrator is back on her clit, her head falls back out of instinct and she tugs on the chain hard, nearly dropping it in the process as the clamps tighten and pull on her nipples.




The Present



The summer after he graduated was a pivotal time in the life of Leroy Ponds.

It started with his getting his first real job as a yard hand and occasional equipment operator at a chemical fertilizer and insecticide plant. The hard work was made even more challenging by the relentless West Texas sun. Even though the pay was good for those days, few men lasted beyond the first week. The day shift usually started with the arrival of several bobtail trucks loaded with 90-pound bags of benzene hex chloride (BHC). Usually the BHC came in 100-bag pallets that Leroy or one other hands unloaded with a fork lift. Invariably, one or more of the pallets would lose its structure so that two or three hundred loose bags of BHC had to be unloaded by hand. This task was the worst part of the job, so naturally the older hands assigned it to Leroy whenever they could. 90 pounds is not an unreasonable weight for a grown man, A bag of cement weighs 90 pounds. So does sand and a number of other dry materials. Leroy was accustomed to curling 100-pound dumbbells, so he could make short order of the stray bags, picking one up in each hand. The foreman was impressed with Leroy's attitude and generally cheerful spirit. By the end of summer the demand for their product reached its peak and the plant went into operation around the clock. Leroy was promoted to shift foreman and given a substantial raise. He continued to perform the tough manual tasks and since he had nothing else to do, Leroy often took An extra shift here and there so one of the other guys could get a few day's rest.

In late October the company decided to consolidate its West Texas operations with a similar plant they were opening near Tulsa, Oklahoma and offered to move Leroy to the new plant as assistant plant manager.

By this time Leroy had accumulated several thousand dollars. He weighed 240 pounds and stood 3 inches above six feet in his bare feet. His blond hair was sun bleached to a soft platinum by being outside without a hat. He still fit comfortably in his 32" waist jeans, but none of his shirts fit. Even his cotton tee shirts were too tight for comfort. 

As the chemical plant was shutting down, Karl, the shift foreman that originally hired Leroy, invited him to dinner at his home in nearby Pecos. It was the first social overture Leroy had experienced since before graduation and he gratefully accepted. 

Leroy knocked gently on the blue frame of the screen door of a shotgun house on the edge of town and wondered if he should have brought a gift, maybe some flowers, or some candy?

"Hello," said a soft throaty female voice from inside. But the door remained closed and Leroy remained outside.

"Hi," Leroy said, "Is Karl here?"

. "Karl Who?"

"Karl Townsend. He invited me to come to dinner."

"Well, I'm sorry, mister. There is no Karl Townsend at this address."

"Is this 1408 Prickly Pear Lane? And is today Thursday?"

"That's right on both counts but no one named Townsend lives here." The woman moved closer to the screen and the sun came back from behind a cloud so that Leroy saw her for the first time. Leroy was so impressed by her beauty that he stood dumbfounded outside her door. Finally, he reached in his back pocket for the piece of paper he had the address on. And there it was in Karl's own handwriting. No question. 1408 Prickly Pear Lane.

"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle," Leroy said, "why would Karl give me the wrong address?" He felt totally stupid and ridiculous. The woman looked at him innocently, shifted her weight from right to left and the sun caught her full on. She wore a spaghetti strap sun dress with a scoop neck that perfectly show cased a delicious looking bosom. The material was of a black and white checkered pattern, almost translucent in the bright sunlight. Leroy struggled for something to say so he could continue to stand on her porch and enjoy the magnificent creature. He imagined her beautiful breasts and wondered how it would feel to hold each one in his hands, Her nipples must be like little pencil erasures. He suddenly realized he was staring and felt himself blush. His cock twitched and he realized he had a painful hardon. Thankfully, my crotch is in the shadow and she can't see my erection.

"Did your friend give you a phone number? You could come in and give him a call?"

"No. He just said to come to dinner at six on Thursday. I assumed he meant with his family."

"Family?"

"I assumed he meant with his family but really I don't know if he has a family."

"You don't know if he has a family?"

"Not really. I just met him at the beginning of June when I hired on out at do-doville."

"You don't know much. Do you?" She had a light tone of voice that gave Leroy the impression that she was teasing him

"No, I guess not."

"Why don't you come in and look in my phone book and call him to give you the right address."

"That would be great. Thank you."

She unlatched the screen door and held it open for him with her left hand, squeezing back to let Leroy to come in. The sight of her when he finally was able to see all of her was almost overwhelming. She was petite, maybe five foot three, with an almost waspish wasit and a lithe flat belly beneath creamy white orbs that met in a delectable cleavage. Red locks fell straight almost to her shoulders and were the perfect backdrop for emerald eyes. She had a smattering of perfectly placed freckles and cherry red lips like maraschinos on top of an ice cream dish. Leroy's cock twitched to remind him that he was acting weird and might actually cause her to freak out. She certainly would if she knew how much I would love to have those titties in my mouth.

"Give me a minute, let me get the phonebook," she said and disappeared into one of the rooms off the main corridor, leaving Leroy to study the neat little house. It was a familiar architecture. Atypical shotgun house has a central hall connecting the foyer/living room on one end and a kitchen/dining area at the other, Most shotgun houses, including this one, were positioned so the central hall ran east to west to take advantage of the prevailing summer breeze the and to provide minimal windows and doors exposed to the bitter north winds in winter.

Leroy was about to go look at an old photograph on the far wall, when the swish of crisp skirt material caught his attention. "Let's take this to the table so you can look up your friend." She said, and led the way. Leroy followed imagining her perfect heart shaped ass, He was so deep in fantasy that when the woman stopped, Leroy bumped into her almost knocking her down.

"Oh my God,. I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking." 

""That's hard to believe. You have been constantly looking at me since you arrived."

"I know and I'm sure it's made you uncomfortable. It's just that you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on and that includes the movies and Playboy magazine."

"Thank you, but you and I both know that can't be true. A big hunk like you probably has beautiful girls and women hanging off of you just waiting to do your bidding. What use could you have for a 30-year-old wash out like me?"

"First, those girls exist only in my fantasy. But even if they did exist I'd give them all up for one night with you."

"Let's look at the book, shall we?"

She sat on one side of the small chrome and Formica table. Leroy couldn't believe that she was leaning over the table. He could see all the way down her blouse to where the lacy bra ended at her smooth flat belly. Each of her perfectly shaped orbs rested on some sort of platform and Leroy could almost but quite see the nipple in each perfect aereola. He looked away a second before she would have caught him. His cock was rock hard and bent painfully in his jeans. Serves you right for taking advantage of this beautiful, innocent lady with nothing but friendship and generosity in her heart.

It took less than five minutes to find the three Townsends in the Pecos phone book and determine that one of them was Karl and that he lived at 1408 Prickly Pear Lane.

"Well, shit, Sorry I meant shucks. I wonder what that means? Is this book up to date? Maybe Karl used to live here and the phone company hasn't picked up his new address. But Karl just gave me the address on Tuesday. What the fuck? I'm sorry that just slipped out."

"That's okay. I've heard lots worse." She looked up and nearly caught him looking down her dress. She looked embarrassed as if his being a letch was somehow her fault. She made no reply to Leroy's speculation that Karl actually had lived there in the recent past.

Leroy stood, determined to behave more like a gentleman and less like the predator he knew he was capable of being, and made it a point to focus on a point just above her forehead and away from that delicious looking cleavage.

Then the most remarkable thing happened and it rocked Leroy to his foundations. The woman grabbed Leroy's left hand and squeezed it between both of hers. She stood slowly and looked into his face. Her eyes took an extra sparkle as if she was going to cry. Oh GOD. I'm sorry. Please don't cry. "I I I have have to tell you so so something," she stuttered and squeezed his hand harder. "come sit with me," she said, and pulled him toward the living room. she sat on the couch and pulled Leroy to sit beside her. She put both hands in front of her face and cried uncontrollably.

"Look, I'm sorry. I never meant to make you cry. It's just you are so incredibly beautiful. I couldn't help myself."

"You don't even know me."

"See there how crude and stupid I am. I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Leroy. Leroy Ponds. I work at South West Chemical. That's how I know Karl." Leroy wanted to tell her everything about himself. How he dreamed of finding a girl to share things with and how in real life, he got tongue-tied when he saw someone he wanted to meet. But his throat was getting tight and he could not get the next words to form in his mouth. So he sat there, holding her hands, listening to her sobs and saying nothing. After a few minutes her sobbing stopped and Leroy could hear her breathing deeply.

Then, just when Leroy thought she had fallen asleep, the woman leaned toward him and whispered, "Nelle." 

"Nelle?"


"That's my name, Nelle. With an 'e.' Not 'Nell', but Nelle'"

"Okay. I understand."

"But you don't understand and I'm so sorry."

"No need to apologize. It has been wonderful knowing you, Nelle with an 'e.'"

No, you don't understand. Oh God how am I going to tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Today is my birthday."

"If I had known, I would have brought you a nice present."

"You did."

"Huh?"

Nelle took his hand again, sat on the couch and pulled Leroy down beside her.

Leroy's heart was beating so fast and so hard, he felt like when he finished running sprints. He had to take a deep breath to keep from hyper ventilating. His cock twitched in his jeans and he felt a familiar tingling in his balls. Oh God. Please don't let me cream in my jeans. I just know it would wet the whole side of my leg. Nelle's hand in his felt like a hot ember sending hot pulses straight to his groin and making his cock twitch. He was sure he was about to ejaculate when Nelle spoke again. 

"In my senior year in high school I had this terrible crush on the school's senior quarterback and I was one of the candidates for homecoming queen. Then at the last minute I lost out to the other girl. I was sure I was going to win and I had already imagined making passionate love with him in all manner of ways. For the past couple of years I've had this recurring dream that even though I was not homecoming queen, the boy asked me out to his father's ranch and we made love until I couldn't move. One night when Karl and I were making love, I inadvertently told him about my dream. At first I was sure Karl was going to hit me or yell at me or throw me out like the trash I felt I was. But instead, Karl seemed very understanding and wanted to hear all the details of my dream. He got very excited and the love we made that night was better than in my dream. And now it has become more than a dream. It is my fantasy and I share it with Karl and we both thoroughly enjoy it"

Nelle put her hand on Leroy's left arm and leaned into the back of her hand. Leroy could feel her breath on his bare skin and smell strawberries in her hair. Her magnificent breasts were pushing against his abdomen. He could imagine the little pink nipples hardening and brushing up and down against his bare skin. Then just when things couldn't get any better, Nelle pulled her hand away and laid her cheek directly against his upper arm. She brought her left arm across Leroy's chest and her hand started playing with the buttons of his skin tight shirt. The sensations were almost unbearably exquisite.

"And? Is that all?" 

"I'm going to tell you. But first let me tell you, whatever happens, I never meant to hurt your feelings or embarrass you or make you uncomfortable in any way. And if for any reason you feel like you want to go, you go, is that okay"

"Okay, but I still don't understand."

"A couple of years ago, Karl and I were talking after making love and Karl asked did I ever wonder what would happen if we were to find a real live Jerry to play into our fantasy."

"Who is Jerry?"

"That's the name of my original dream lover."

"I see."

So we started looking for a Jerry. No, not the Jerry. I think I read somewhere that the original Jerry died in a freak diving accident somewhere in the Caribbean. Anyway we went to a few local bars for a while but we didn't find anyone who we thought would even remotely be the Jerry of my fantasy. After a while we quit looking and went back to talking through the details of my dream. It's not the same but it still spices up our love making. Then a couple of weeks ago Karl told me he may have found a perfect Jerry where he works. I was so excited I couldn't wait to meet him. We agreed it would be a perfect birthday present. And here you are. If you don't get freaked out and I don't chicken out you are mine all night tonight.

"I'm not freaking out but I have to be at work at six-thirty."

"Actually you have the day off tomorrow. Karl is taking your shift."

"Well, okay then. What's next?"

Nelle took Leroy's face in her hands and gave him a deep passionate kiss, sucking his tongue and pushing her own tongue deep in his mouth. Leroy could hardly believe that this exquisite beauty was interest in him. He wrapped his arms around her, letting his hands caress her back, rubbing and feeling her supple warmth all the way to her fabulous ass. He took each tender buttock in his powerful hands and kneaded it like precious clay. He felt Nelle twist beneath him and the next he knew the sun dress was all bunched up at her waist, leaving her gorgeous breasts in her lacy platform bra for his eyes to feast upon. He reached around and fumbled unsuccessfully to undo her bra until Nelle reached behind and undid the clasp with a simple motion of her right hand. Nelle's breasts were every bit as beautiful as he imagined them, creamy white except for a freckle or two on the undersides, her areolae were a pale mauve with bright pink nipples standing out at least half an inch. With each new discovery Leroy's cock twitched in appreciation and squeezed another spoon of slick pre cum down the side of his leg.

Nelle stood long enough to pull the sun dress up and over her head, then dressed in just her dainty yellow panties she straddled Leroy's lap, bringing her crotch to the bulge in the front of his jeans. She felt the hardness pushing against her waiting womanhood and reached with both hands between her thighs. She pushed aside the flimsy gusset of her panties and tried to free the hard love rod from its confines behind the zipper of the jeans. But it was beyond her efforts in the confined space, so she pushed off to sit next to Leroy to continue her efforts. Oh my God, He's huge. She put her hand on the shaft and was pleased to note that it was the thickest she had ever felt. She rubbed up and down on the massive shaft once, twice, three times until Leroy shivered beneath her touch.

"Nelle, sweetheart, If you keep doing that, we may be through before we start,"

She struggled with the snap and zipper until Leroy reached down and unzipped the troublesome fly. Raising his hips slightly he pushed his jeans and his jockey shorts to mid-thigh. Leroy's eight-inch penis sprang to its freedom after the four-inch confinement in the jeans and took a natural position perpendicular to the flat muscular belly. Nelle could barely contain a groan of lusty pleasure at the sight of such a perfect specimen. She reached with both hands and held the organ as she would a baseball bat and was delighted to see a full purple plum protruding past her right hand and oozing a hot clear liquid along the shaft and on to her left hand as it rested against the scrotum. It was the moment she realized that her own love juices had soaked completely through her panties and were streaming down her thighs to the faux leather of the couch. She wondered if his love juice tasted anything like hers. She reached into her love canal for a sample of Nelle juice and then put her hand on the glans of Leroy's penis. The steady stream quickly covered her fingers. Such a shame to waste.

Nelle, put her mouth on the purple glans and rubbed her lips back and forth against the oozing stream. It was delicious and faintly familiar. She licked the glans like a giant lollipop, listening all the while to Leroy moaning in ecstasy, then she opened wide and took the entire plum into her mouth and started gently sucking.

"Nelle, honey, I'm serious. Keep doing that and I'm going to come."

Nelle stopped and repositioned herself between his thighs. She wanted him to come in her mouth but not until she had taken all that glorious man flesh into her mouth and throat. "It's okay sweetheart, we have all night. Just go with it. Trust me." She stuck two fingers of her left hand in her love canal and added the Nelle juice to the steady stream oozing down his shaft. She used her tongue and lips to spread the clear ooze as evenly as she could along the shaft, then she aligned her head over the vertical rod and when she felt she was in position, she opened and took him in. With her left hand she could tell she had at least three more inches to reach her goal. She pulled straight up until just the glans remained in her mouth. She could feel Leroy stiff as a marble god beneath her. Hold on baby. Then she took a big breath, reached down for his buttocks and drove her mouth like a velvet cylinder down the shaft. The super sized glans pushed against her throat and challenged Nelle's gag reflex. Nelle forced herself to swallow and felt the cockhead go all the way in. She was completely full, but he was completely in. Any time now baby. Give it to me. She had never felt so completely full in her whole life. She had been concentrating so hard on fellating Leroy she had not noticed that her own orgasm happened simultaneously. That was a first. She had never climaxed without vaginal/clitoral stimulation. 

Leroy died. He was sure of it. Angels were carrying his body through lakes of wanton pleasure. Every nerve ending was picking up pleasure signals. He felt; he tasted; he heard; he saw; he smelled and every sense conveyed the same message: love.

They lay on the couch in the living room until the sun went down and the evening became uncomfortably cool. Nelle put the sundress back on without the bra and panties and brought Leroy a pair of basketball shorts to wear. 

"Are you hungry now?"

"I could eat, what do you have in mind?"

" I made a pot roast before you came. We could have a quiet little dinner while your strength recovers. Then we can see how you do as Jerry."




The Present



"I'm already recovered. But I can tell you. I'll do better at being Leroy."

"You think so?"

"Why don't you try Leroy first, and you can be the judge. But it is your birthday. You want Jerry, Let's do Jerry first."

Nelle could hardly believe it. She had completely drained him and he never lost his erection. His cock stood out in the nylon shorts like a steel railroad spike. She led him back to the guest bedroom and wrapped her arms around his muscular torso. His belly and sides literally rippled when he moved. Nelle did not tire of touching him and kneading his chest. BUT FAIR IS FAIR. Leroy couldn't keep his hands off of her breasts and other charms. Nelle was dripping Nelle juice in spite of having had an orgasm already. She was horny and ready for some serious fucking now and she was quite certain that was what she was going to get.

"Okay," he said pulling her to the bed, "what do you want Jerry to do? I have some protection in my wallet." 

"Not necessary. I don't think I can get pregnant. But if I do it will be fine. Don't worry about it.

"What do you mean, it will be fine?"

"Karl and I talked about that possibility and he will be okay with raising my baby if I have one. Okay?"

"I'm not sure. But if that's what you really want. Okay. I just want to make love to you." 

"Come here," Nelle said and drew him onto the bed with her. She had taken off her dress and Leroy was treated to her body in all its marvelous nudity. She was absolutely perfectly proportioned: her tits were exactly the right size for her frame. Her flat belly did not have a single extra wrinkle or blemish of any sort. On her mons pubis, Her red pubic hair was curly but not wiry and parted perfectly to reveal her labia majoris, which at the moment were slightly puffy with anticipation. Leroy started with the bottom of her feet and worked his way slowly up her left leg until he reached her inner thigh. Then he went to work on her right leg, kissing, licking, blowing gently inch by inch. Above her knees he closed her legs just enough that he could feel a thigh on each of his cheeks. He kissed hard on the creamy smooth thighs and nipped gently in tune with Nelle's moans of pleasure, ready to quit at the first note of displeasure. Finally he was approaching his quarry as he began to appreciate her delicate aroma. He nudged the intersection of her leg with her inner hip, careful not to move to rapidly into her most sensitive areas. He licked up from four inches below her panties (if she had been wearing any) to the beginning of the gusset. Then he used his hand to encase her entire vaginal area in a gentle downward pressure, only letting his middle finger make a measured incursion when Nelle's insistent moans demanded it. He started with one finger gently spreading the Nelle juice from its source at the inner labia to both mar lips and all aound her pussy including her tiny little ass hole. He stopped often in these ministrations to lick his fingers to taste the now copious flow of Nelle juice. It was a taste that could easily become addicting. Nelle arched her back and raised her hips off the bed urging him to hurry. Her pussy was already on fire and she could feel the stirring of a deep churning within her. At last, Leroy brought both hands to Nelle's love box and spread her outer lips to expose the bright pink rose of her inner lips and the prominent clitoris standing erect like the classical gondolier in the middle of the love canal.

"Okay Nelle, tell me what you want Leroy or Jerry to do."

"Just quit stalling and fuck me, you big lunk."

"You want Leroy to fuck you? Is that what you want?"

"Yes, but hurry."

"You realize you may not have any energy left when Leroy gets through with you?"

"I don't care, Fuck me now."

Leroy pushed her legs open and got on his knees in front of her gaping pussy. With his right hand he held his dick at the entry to her gleaming cunt. His pre cum dripped into her waiting lips and he slid the glans up and down her narrow slit. He pushed gently and the head passed easily into her pussy. Nelle shoved herself upwards but Leroy anticipated her moves and backed away so he delivered only part of his massive penis into her delicate tunnel. He could not believe just how wonderful she felt around his cock. Her muscles clamped down on his shaft , drawing deeper, milking him with a hot velvet glove. He knew he had to be careful not to go in too deep too quickly. In her passion Nelle might not feel just how much her delicate vagina was being stretched until she allowed him to hurt her and ruin what should be a source of a life time of pleasure. Leroy still had about three inches of cock outside her pussy when he straddled Nelle, his knees outside her thighs. "close your legs and hold on."

"What?"

"Trust me. Straighten out your legs."

In this position the physics dictated that at most six inches of his penis would enter her vagina and any contact with the cervix would be gentle and at a glance rather than head-on.

Leroy began a slow rhythmic sawing up and down on top of Nelle, keeping most of his weight on his knees and elbows, allowing only enough weight on Nelle to maintain erotic contact. His cock slid on her clit on every thrust in or out and in minutes he felt her start to tense inn that dekicious familiar prelude to orgasm.

"Oh yes. Just like that Don't stop. Oh fuck. Fuck, Fuck I'm coming." In all her life Nelle had had one or two love making sessions in which she experienced multiple orgasms (meaning two) Never three and tonight she had four in a row and might have had more if her nerve endings had not been already on overload. She was about to tell him to stop she couldn't take anymore when Leroy lay still and quit moving. 

Leroy slowed his strokes but did not stop as Nelle stiffened and writhed beneath him. He felt his own climax approaching and stopped to let it pass. Somehow, the idea of a son or a daughter of his growing up without him did not turn him on. When he felt Nelle relax, he rolled off her and pulled her to him so they could lie side by side facing each other. They lay in each others arms, catching their breath, in the perfect harmony of post coital bliss.

"So," he said, "That was Leroy.You ready for Jerry?"

"You gotta be kidding me. Whoa what's this? Are you still hard? How do you do that?"

"I'm lying here next to the most beautiful woman I'm ever going to meet in my life. If I didn't have a hardon I would want to check my pulse."

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious," Leroy said and as if to emphasize it, he pulled back, rested on his elbow and looked again at her naked form.

"I guess as long as you think so."

"I know so."



The Present



Taking me to dinner had been a complete surprise, but wearing a sexy little nothing that had made it so I couldn't bear to keep my hands off you, wasn't.  Climbing the stairs to my second floor hotel room you'd even stopped and pushed your luscious bottom back against me when I'd slipped my hands under your dress and onto your bare buns.Still, here we were, almost home, and the 'Birthday Surprise' you'd hinted about earlier hadn't yet appeared. 

My short, although summer long, assignment to Barbados I'd assumed was just going to be a long, lonely job away from home. But it had become anything but boring, or lonely, after just my first week. A short but flirtatious conversation with you at the bar late in the first week, followed by a few "dancing lessons" a couple of nights later, led to us dancing between the sheets just hours after that. Your "wukking," a Bajan word for twerking, had seemed more like something that would have happened in a strip bar. It had certainly had a pleasurable effect on me, and later when we put it all together, a pleasurable effect on both of us. Since that time we'd been together virtually every night and weekend.

Week after week, hours on end of torrid sex and I knew I'd finally met my match – someone that loved sex as much as I did. 

"Put this on" you told me, handing me the blindfold as we walked in the front door. 

"Why?" I asked, leery of your intentions. 

"Just do it. You'll like it." 

I obeyed, tying it around my head and sliding the knot to the back. "Can you see?"

"Just a little, at the bottom," I answered. Reaching up you moved it a bit until it was perfect. 

I felt your hands unbuttoning my shirt. Reaching for you, my hands found your dress, pulling you a bit closer, sliding onto your breasts through the thin, sexy, little nothing of a dress. Your nipples were already hard, begging my fingers to concentrate on them, just as your bottom had been begging for my hands as I'd followed you up the stairs. Sliding the straps down over your shoulder to free your breasts, I heard your zipper followed by the sound of cloth slipping over skin and a slight "thump" as your dress landed on the floor. Reaching for you again, I found nothing but bare skin - just as you finished unbuttoning my shirt. I let you slide it off of my arms, feeling your mouth on my nipple as you did. 

"Umm, that's nice," I said, but as I tried to bend to tongue your nipples you pushed me away. 

"Not yet," you said, your hands dropping to my belt and pants. Moments later those too were on their way to the floor, your arms going around me. Your breasts, your nipples hard little diamonds of sensitivity, pressed into my belly. My cock was fully upright, your body moving back and forth against it. I bent my face down and your lips found mine as I did. My hands went behind your back, sliding down to your bottom, finding you still had your thong on. I began to catch it with my fingers, but you stopped me, spinning out of my grasp and taking my hand. "Come on" you said, leading me just a few steps. I felt the large chair, you backed me up to it, and I sat. Your hands ran down my arms, and moving to one side, you relinquished one hand momentarily. I felt the rope being looped around my wrist.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Nothing that you won't like" you answered, moving over to the other side and repeating the process for my other hand. You couldn't help yourself; as you dropped to your knees to also tie my ankles to the chair I felt your face move back and forth against my cock, your warm lips parting and inhaling my swollen cock head, your tongue swirling around it momentarily.

I groaned, followed moments later by an "Oh Fuck, Neilah," as you pulled away, leaving me wanting more, but you dropped to your knees and I felt the ropes go around my ankles. I didn't fight, just let you tie them. Seconds later I felt, as much as heard, the beat of the music start up. "Isn't that the music...?" I started, just as the first words from "Girls Gone Wild" came through the speaker. 

I felt your presence; first your hands on my knees and then suddenly your bottom was pressed back against my cock, pressing it back against my body. "Wuk it up," I heard you say. I groaned, frustrated at trying to pull my hands up to force you harder against my cock, to work it into you. You teased and ground to the music, turning and forcing your thong covered pussy against me. I knew you still had your thong on, as wet as we both were and the way you were moving, you would have slid right onto me if you hadn't had a that thin piece of cloth to prevent my entry. Turning again you forced your hard ass against me, rising, sliding my cock in your butt crack. If you'd been lubed, as rigid as I was, you might have actually slid me into your ass, but I just felt your cheeks gripping my cock as you squeezed yourself together. Finally, after agonizingly long minutes, the song came to an end and you pulled away and I realized you were turning the music off. 

"Did you like that, hon?" you whispered in my ear as you knelt on the chair, your legs straddling me. You really didn't give me a chance to answer, moving your breast to my mouth where I hungrily sucked on the hard little nub, letting you know exactly how much I'd liked it. You pulled away - switching sides for equal treatment - and this time I tried to grip your nipple with my teeth. 

"Naughty, naughty," you giggled, your hand coming up to tap the top of my head - a love tap to match my love nibble of your nipple. I let your nipple go, and you moved lower, your bottom end moving off the chair as your mouth moved down my face, kissing my nose, my chin - and finally down to my nipple where you sucked and tongued first one, and then the other. 

"Oh God, Neilah - you're fucking driving me crazy". 

"Mmm" you moaned in return, 'Don't you love it?" With that, you dropped even further. I felt your breath exhaling against my cock, and suddenly your tongue, reaching out, contacting the base, slithered up the shaft to the head where once again you dropped your mouth over the top. The suction increased as you pulled back until suddenly I 'popped' out of your mouth. 

"Slide forward a bit" you commanded. I moved my bottom forward into the chair, and this time I felt your breath still further down. Your tongue again contacted the base of my cock, but this time you went down, your mouth replacing your tongue, the suction of your mouth vacuuming my balls inside. I felt your hand reach up and grip me, the combined action again dragging a moan from me. "Oh fuck, Neilah," I said. You released my balls from your mouth, your mouth sliding higher, and higher, turning sideways, your tongue assisting for wetness as you slid up my cock, once again sliding your lips over the head and into your mouth.  Rising up, apparently resting your hands on the chair, you began to fuck me with your mouth - nothing touching me except your tongue and mouth as you bobbed up and down, your mouth going further with each bob, your tongue twirling around the head and shaft. 

"Oh fuck, Neilah," I repeated yet again, unable to think of anything except the pleasure of your lips on my skin, unable to think of anything except how you so expertly tantalized me every time. "Untie me - I want to touch you." You giggled in response, an "uh-uh" - driving me still crazier with lust. Stopping, with just the head in your mouth, once again your hand gripped my shaft, this time squeezing and stroking as you continued to suck my cock into your mouth. "Oh god, Neilah, let me watch you! I love watching when you suck me." I remembered so well those times you'd been between my legs - worshiping the cock that gave you such pleasure, your eyes locked on mine as you did. 

Your mouth came off, your second hand coming over to grasp and fondle my balls again as your first hand continued to slowly stroke up and down my cock. "Maybe I'll just give you a hand job?" you teased, knowing full well I wanted more than that. "Oh, baby, suck me. You know how I like that. Take my blindfold off first I want to see." 

"Uh, uh. Not this time." You leaned forward, licked the head again, and slid your wet lips halfway over, teasing again even with almost taking me into your mouth. "Like that?" you giggled.

"Shit Neilah, you're driving me crazy."

"Then what do you want?  Tell me, or you won't get it."

I pushed my hips up toward you, but you easily pulled away, completely away, not touching me at all. I heard you moving quietly around me, until suddenly your voice was practically in my ear where you'd come around behind the chair. "Tell me exactly what you want or I won't do anything," you whispered, your hands coming down across my shoulders, your fingers finding and tweaking my nipples. Your mouth dipped that last little bit and sucked my earlobe into your mouth. Your breathing echoed in my ear momentarily before your face moved away, a kiss reaching my forehead above the blindfold before leaning over even further, your lips finding mine, upside down. I tried to kiss you back but your lips insisted on my tongue. I pushed it into your mouth, inverted, as you sucked it from mine, the strange sensation just that much more arousing, until you pulled back and let my tongue slip out.

I tried to push my chest against your fingers but you moved your hands, your thumbs flicking my nipples once more as your hands explored my chest, moving to my arms and running up and down them. Your far hand trailed over my shoulder, the near hand across my chest, as once again you moved. "Hmmm?" you continued, wordlessly asking again. 

"Oh God, Neilah, I want everything. I want to suck your nipples; I love them when they're so long and hard. I want to get into your panties, and taste you and feel you wrapped around my cock..." 

You pulled back again, not touching me at all, but I heard you doing something until suddenly I felt you climbing back on the chair with me. Leaning forward you slid your breast into my mouth, my tongue and lips hungrily pleasuring the jewel on the end. You pulled away, switching sides, your nipples getting larger and harder with each suck. "Mmmm," you purred, "that's so nice." Your hand rose up to my face, caressing the edge of the blindfold and my ear momentarily, but as you withdrew, you pulled your breast away from my mouth at the same time. Seconds later a brief hint of the smell of your pussy juices tingled my nose before you pressed two fingers to my mouth. Slippery with your juices you slid them across my bottom lip into my open mouth, my lips closing around them to suckle your nectar from your fingers. "You said you wanted to taste me," you teased, pulling your fingers away from my mouth – only to return them seconds later, freshly coated and slippery. 

"You tease!" I laughed, feeling the laughter in your own body as you did precisely as I'd asked. "I wanted to taste you directly, I wanted to rub my tongue on your clit and suck your juices from your pussy."

"But that's not what you said," you answered, as I felt your hand drop something onto my cock, your hand wrapping around it, pressing whatever cloth it was against me. I didn't click immediately as to what it was. "Just like you said that you wanted to get into my panties," she said, even as I realized what it must be. "You won't fit if you tried to wear them but your cock will fit." I heard a noise, but my ears didn't quite latch onto it, but somehow it didn't seem to have come from you. "Shhh! Just be quiet," you said.

"What?" I asked, not following what you meant.

I could feel your hand wrapping your thong around my cock and balls, taking one of the strings you wrapped it around and under my balls, the cloth of your crotch hanging over my erection. "You said you wanted to feel it wrapped around your cock," you giggled.

I laughed at your play. "I said I wanted to feel you wrapped around my cock, not your panties."

"But I am wrapped around your cock," you answered, your hand gripping my cock through the panty cloth, stroking slowly. "You just need to be more specific."

"Ok, you imp!" I laughed, now totally understanding your play. "You want specifics? Right now, I want you to take that panty off my cock and replace it with your mouth... I want you to suck my balls again, and take me in your mouth, but don't make me cum... And then I want you to climb on this chair and put your pussy to my mouth. I want to stick my tongue in your pussy and I want to run it against your sweet clit and suck your juices from it! And after I make you cum I want you to slide down and put my cock in your pussy, and I want you to lean forward so I can suck and bite and lick your nipples while you're riding my cock. I want you to cum with my tongue, and I want you to cum while we're fucking but I don't want to cum in your pussy. I want you to climb off after you've cum and lick your juices from my cock and suck me off, make me cum in your mouth. And then I want you to take these goddamn ties off and I want to lay you on the bed and suck on your clit and finger your pussy and finger your ass and make you cum again and again and again until you beg me to stop. Is that specific enough for you?"

"Oh fuck yes, that's lots more specific," was your only answer. You unwrapped the thong from around my cock and balls, replaced now by just your hand, slowly stroking, obviously so as not to get me off. "Is this the cock you want me to suck?" you teased. I could feel your breath against my skin, I could feel the heat of your face and mouth – you had to be right there – but yet, you held back. 

"Oh God, Neilah! Fuck Yes! Put it in your mouth. Suck me now!" And you did. Just like that you took me in your mouth, sucking, licking, swirling your mouth and tongue around, and around, and around. You stroked me, expertly taking me to the brink – and then you pulled away, your hand slipping down and gripping my balls.

"No Neilah! Too much – I'm going to cum..." and your hand withdrew. 

"Oh no, we wouldn't want that now, would we?" you giggled. 

"Oh my god, Neilah – you almost went too far."

"That wouldn't have been so bad, would it?" you whispered, your face again up next to mine. You ducked down, licked and sucked a nipple, and then continued up my body, licking my neck, and chin, your lips momentarily touching mine before you pulled away and I felt you climbing higher, positioning yourself. I smelled the nearness of your arousal and stuck out my tongue, moved my head forward, but you pulled back as I did, keeping yourself just out of reach.

"Push forward," I commanded, "I want to lick you; I want to lick your clit." You leaned just that last little bit, and my tongue found your pussy. The angle wasn't the best though, and although I found your pussy lips, managed to actually find your clit momentarily with my tongue, for the most part I was getting a lick of your mound and missing the center of your being. I felt your hand on the back of my head, trying to guide me, but the angle was just wrong.

"Just a minute you," you said, pulling away from my eager tongue. I felt you moving around, and what I thought was your arm going over my shoulder. Moments later the chair rocked, nearly going over, but I realized it was your legs that were now over my shoulders, your body wrapped around my neck like a bib. Your arms had to have been supporting you, resting backwards on the arms of the chair, but that was all it took and as you slid your body closer to me, your pussy matched perfectly with your lovers' mouth; my mouth. 

The position was perfect for me. Your pussy opened to my nose and tongue, tempting me with your oh-so-erotic aroma; your lips slick and coated with your juices. My tongue found your clit, my mouth sucked your pussy lips, I slithered my tongue out, sliding it into your depths as well as I could and then back to your clit, sucking with my lips and mouth while my tongue slithered back and forth – until suddenly your legs clamped around my neck, your body quivering in orgasm.  Almost immediately you collapsed backward onto my lap, virtually upside down. "Oh baby, that was so good."

"I could eat you all day," I responded. 

"Mmm, that would be so nice."

"But not until after I've fucked you and you've sucked me off. You were the one that wanted specifics." 

"I did, didn't I?" you giggled, your arm reaching between your back and me to grip my cock. "God I love your cock."

"You just love cock."

"Not just any cock, though. It has to be attached to someone that I like."

"Yeah, but don't you like anyone that gets his hands on you?"

"Maybe. But that's why I don't let just anyone touch me." Rolling off the chair, practically doing a somersault to do it, I immediately felt you climbing back into the chair on top of me, knees straddling, your hand gripping my cock and guiding me into place. You slithered down onto my erection, for the first time this evening, burying me as far as you could in your silky warmth. Your hips wriggled and writhed, your pussy clasping and releasing my cock, but you weren't yet fucking me. "God you feel so good."

"You do too, baby. You do too. Remember, I want you to make yourself cum, but don't make me cum yet. Masturbate yourself with my cock, do what you need to get off. Okay, baby?"

You did well, slithering yourself up and down, in and out. At one time you pulled out, rubbing my erection against your clit. You turned around and slid me in backward, your legs crouched under you, and 'wukked' me again, this time with my cock in your pussy. If there ever had been any doubt in my mind, there was no longer any that wukking was an outright fucking motion. I felt your passion growing, your arousal spilling over and although it didn't quite follow my instructions, when you finally made yourself cum, your fingers buzzing insistently back and forth over your clit, my cock was buried as deeply in you as you could get it and your breast was pressed into my mouth, so your insolence was forgiven.

Your arms went around my neck; you made no effort to pull off after you'd cum the second time. "Did you like that?" I whispered, my lips finding your forehead, "I sure did." I felt you rise and fall a bit on my cock, your pussy squeezing against the hardness of my cock.

"And what if I just fuck you right now? Make you cum in my pussy? Would you like that?"

"Would you?" I asked in return. God yes I'd like to cum in your pussy – but I also wanted to cum in your mouth.

"Yeah."

"Next time then. The instructions were specific. You're supposed to suck all your pussy juice from my cock and make me cum in your mouth."

"I'm making sure there's lots for me to suck off," you answered, the imp returning to your voice. Your lips found mine, hungrily kissing me for an instant, tongues dueling before you pulled away and almost simultaneously, lifted yourself off my cock. 

There was no doubt that this time your intentions were to finish me off, but your actions were also slow and deliberate. Your tongue lathed your secretions from my cock; your lips pursed, you teased the vein, sucked the soft spot, and when you finally, one last time, took my cock in your mouth you didn't just tease and pull away but took me to the brink. "Do you want me to swallow?"

"Oh God, baby. Whatever you want, just make me cum!" My fingers were gripped into the arm of the chair; the only reason that I wasn't gripping your head with my hands was that they were still tied to the chair. But instead of finishing me off as I so desperately wanted, you teased again, your tongue licking up the shaft.

"When you eat me on the bed after this, is it OK if I have your cock sucked again?"

"Anything baby," I answered, without really realizing the wording of your question. "Just suck me off." 

"And when you're licking my clit, you're going to finger a pussy and finger an ass at the same time?" You said, repeating the fantasy that I'd confessed with you so many times in the past, our little game of mutual arousal. I'd make you tell me your wickedest fantasy while I was going down on you, and in return you'd make me tell you my ultimate fantasy as you sucked me off. Ah, I thought, so that's how this is going,  just as you dropped your mouth over my ultrasensitive head, my eyes glazing over with lust. If you'd just suck a little more, run your tongue around the edge once more.... 




The Present



"Anything for you baby. Whatever you want, I'll do." But instead of sucking that last little bit and completing the job, you pulled away, rising, and two handed lifted the blindfold from my eyes. Dropping back down to my cock, you gripped it with your left hand, holding it upright, your mouth sinking over the top, going down, down, the suction and tongue work letting me know this time you had no intention of stopping, and you didn't. Your hand stroked with perfect rhythm, your mouth suctioned, my eyes glazed over with lust – but not totally unseeing. As my cock head expanded and then exploded sending my juice jetting into your mouth, my eyes became aware of the three naked ladies lying on the bed, watching us, and fondling each other.

My mind took somewhat longer to comprehend what I was seeing, my concentration focused on the throbbing prick between my legs and the warm mouth wrapped around it. Suddenly the reason for everything became clear; the ties and blindfold, the music hiding their entry into the room, the unexplained "shhh," from earlier. Even the wording of your last questions moments before....

"I see you've met my girlfriends," you giggled, seeing my wide eyes as I looked down at you. Wiping a smattering of my juices from your lips with one hand, your other still wrapped around my shrinking cock, your eyes twinkled. "You're going to have to choose which pussy is riding your tongue and which pussies are riding your fingers, but mine is the one that's going to be riding your cock."

~

I glanced over at the girls, and then back at you, back at the girls and back to you once more. You're expression hadn't changed from your impish smile, knowing you'd totally caught me by surprise. "Happy Birthday, hon."

"But... Neilah..." I stammered glancing back at the girls on the bed, smiles of glee radiating from all of them, the reality of what you were saying, the reality of their nakedness, of our nakedness, and what it probably meant finally coming through. 

The skinniest and tallest of the three was lying on her side, behind a second girl, with her head resting in the lap of the third. The hand of the third girl was on her breast, her fingers stroking back and forth across her nipple. The girl in front was leaning back slightly against the girl lying down, her arm lying on top of her naked leg, for the moment obviously just watching us.

"What...?" I began, and then stopped, knowing – but yet not knowing. I felt your hands on my arms, beginning to undo the ties.

"You've always said your biggest fantasy was four girls at once, to try and get them to all come at once... So this is my birthday present for you, your fantasy come true. Your cock belongs to my pussy, but otherwise we can all have fun. 

I caught movement and looked up to see that the girl in front had stood and was walking towards us. "Say hello to Crystal," you said. I glanced up at Crystal; her eyebrows rose in greeting, followed by a wink. 

Crystal was one of those girls that would forever be known for her boobs. Huge compared to Neilah and the other two girls, I had no doubt that she was used to men having trouble looking her in the face. Easily Double D's or more, they swayed massively as she bent at the waist to untie my other arm. "Um, hello?" I said. Both arms came free almost simultaneously, and Crystal immediately turned sideways sitting down on my lap. 

"Surely after that performance you can say hello better than that," she said, turning her face to me, her arm going around my neck and leaning in to kiss me. I had no choice – so I kissed her back. 

It was a lover's kiss, laden with a promise of more to come. She stuck her tongue in my mouth, I sucked it in and my hand, which had naturally moved to her waist when she sat in my lap, began automatically moving towards her breast of its own volition. Her hand came off my neck and intercepted my wrist just as I cupped her breast, pulling my hand away. "You can get acquainted with my girls in a bit," Crystal said, sliding off my lap, her hand relinquishing its grip on my wrist to slide up and momentarily caress my cheek. Kneeling down, she began to release my right ankle, while Neilah worked on my left. 

"This is Alyssa," Neilah said. I glanced up at the other two girls, the shorter one that had been in back on the bed, had now moved to the front. She half stepped over Crystal, who pulled her head back out of the way so she could, and turned to also slide into my lap. Unlike Crystal, Alyssa's hand went straight to my semi-hard, but rapidly growing, cock.

"Well hello there, Mr. Ben. Neilah's told us you had a nice one, and she's right. I'm just pissed that she says she won't completely share you with us." With that she leaned in, and just like Crystal, gave me a full mouth, tongue filled, kiss. Following suit from Crystal's lead, this time I didn't try to fondle Alyssa, but she had other thoughts. Her hand reached over and, finding my arm, slid her hand toward my wrist, and then drew my hand to her tit. "You can say hello to my girls any... time... you... want," she said, drawing out each of the last words so they were each a sentence in themselves. I gladly squeezed her orb, a perfect handful, my finger trailing across her nipple as she pulled away.

"Slut!" Crystal said as Alyssa slid back out of my lap and turned towards her.

"You love it!" she retorted, grabbing one of Crystals breasts two handed and bending, lifted it enough to suck her nipple into her mouth. Crystal didn't try and stop her, instead reached forward with her own hand for Alyssa's pussy. With Alyssa facing away from me I couldn't see, but when she shifted her legs slightly apart, I knew exactly where Crystals hand had landed.  

I barely had time to admire Alyssa's naked and near perfect bottom, her pussy lips barely visible just below where Crystal's hand was playing, before Neilah, standing after finally getting the last tie on my ankle undone, interrupted with "And this is Victoria."

Obviously not as extroverted as Crystal and Alyssa, Victoria didn't step forward any further until I stuck my hand out to her. I was finally able to stand and pulled my arm back, bringing Victoria to me. There her shyness stopped; her face turning up to mine just like the other girls, her hand reaching around and grabbing my ass as my now almost totally hard cock pressed into her belly. Her second hand followed suit, grabbing my other cheek and holding me against her as she wiggled her belly against my cock.  Releasing my ass she pulled away, her hands coming around my body, her right hand reaching up to stroke my cock as she stepped back. "We're going to have fun, aren't we?" she said. Reaching for my right hand, I reached up to take it just as Neilah took hold of my left. 

Together Neilah and Victoria led me to the bed. Looking around at all three girls, I thought back to the first time I'd thought about being with all of you together. You'd told me about how you were getting together with the girls that night, a little 'slumber party', and how at your parties you always ended up in a tangled mess of naked female bodies. You told me how you'd all been playing together ever since high school, all been having sex together – sometimes one on one, other times three or all four of you together. Although occasionally one of you hooked up with a boy and wasn't around quite as much for a while, you always ended up back together. I'd told how I thought that would be fun, an orgy of girls, all pleasuring me – and each other. It had become one of your favorite things for me to talk dirty to you about, how I'd love to have a harem full of girls at my beck and call, how I'd eat and suck and lick and fuck them all. Although I'd never thought it would happen, even that very first time you'd commented that my dick didn't get into anybody's pussy except yours.

Releasing Victoria's hand, I turned to Neilah. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," she said, raising her face to mine, a smile of pleasure at surprising me on her face. I pulled her to me to kiss her, only to feel a hand insinuate itself between our bodies to grip my cock. Seconds later, two other sets of hands began stroking my ass and sliding between our bodies. I realized almost immediately that the hands weren't all on my body and looked down to find different hands doing different things; some fondling Neilah's breasts, others on my own chest and body, a hand sliding down Victoria's belly, all at the same time. Stepping back from me, Neilah's hand ran down my arm and pulled, directing me to the bed. "You're in charge," she said. "We'll do whatever you want; all you need to do is be specific." She gently pushed me backward until I found myself sitting.

My hand still in Neilah's, I glanced past her to the other girls appraising the bodies that, with the exception of Neilah's, until moments before I'd never seen. Victoria and Alyssa were virtually the same height, but after that - the comparisons changed. Victoria had the smallest breasts, mere mounds on her chest, but with continuously erect nipples that more than made up for their smallness. Their bottoms on the other hand, were exquisite, and nearly the same - almost as nice as Neilah's. They probably could have worn each other's swimsuit bottoms, but Neilah and Alyssa normally needed bras, whereas Victoria had no need for a bra except to hide her ever erect nipples. Victoria had a neatly trimmed bush, Neilah totally shaved her pussy, and Alyssa had a landing strip, a mere rectangle of pubic hair with an arrowhead at the bottom pointing at her pussy. 

Crystal had the massive tits, and a massive butt to match, and was by far the largest of the four girls in all respects. Her big boobs and big butt giving her a distinctive hourglass shape despite her size. Like Victoria, Crystal's pubes were neatly groomed but her pussy lips were shaved. 

"Anything I want?" I questioned.

"Neilah's being a spoilsport. She said we can't fuck you but we can do anything else you want, right Neilah?" Alyssa answered with a smile, glancing at Neilah whose head nodded in agreement.

"What if I ask you to do something you're ... not comfortable with?" 

"Not much chance of that," Crystal said, glancing at the other girls, "but we'll say no if we don't want to."

I just nodded my head, thinking about what I wanted, getting used to this whole idea. "Whatever I want?" I repeated, not really asking a question, but not really knowing how or where to start. What was I to do, just tell one of the girls to suck my cock? It was almost too much, and then I realized they were all standing except Neilah who had sat down beside me. "I want..." I paused, looking around, "if I haven't asked for something specific from someone, I want them to join in wherever or with whomever they want until I do. But right now... I want you all to take turns sucking my cock... Starting with Victoria." It seemed to me that Victoria was probably the shyest, or at least the most reserved, of all four girls.

It was obvious that Victoria hadn't thought she'd be asked first to do something, probably exactly why I had asked her to be first. "Right now?" She asked, showing a bit of hesitance. 

"Fuck girly, if you don't hurry up I'm going to!" Alyssa said, putting a hand out to push her toward me.

"Just wait your turn!" Victoria answered, swatting at Alyssa's naked bottom. Turning back to me, she leaned down putting her hands on my knees and said "Scoot up - I don't want to kneel."

I scooted up on the bed until my head reached the pillows and Victoria followed, crawling between my legs which I spread for her as she pushed them wider. Neilah obviously wanted to see; she leaned back on the bed with me, but only until her head was about where my crotch was. 

I was momentarily distracted from Victoria when I glanced over at Alyssa and Crystal. They were still standing virtually where they had been, although Alyssa had turned to Crystal and was bent over, her mouth on Alyssa's breast, her fingers between her legs. In turn Crystals hand was between Alyssa's legs – I suspected they'd already been entertaining themselves earlier as well as watching Neilah and me when I'd been blindfolded.

Victoria, taking her sweet time about moving to complete her mission, started by kissing my legs - just above my knees. She crawled slowly forward as she first kissed my leg on top, then kissed the inside of that leg and then over to the other leg and then back, moving toward my erection that was now once again totally upright against my belly. When she got to my crotch, rather than moving directly to my cock she dropped her head lower and leaned in, sucking my balls into her mouth. Her hand went behind my sack, pushing them forward so she could get her mouth on them, sucking in first one, rolling it around in her mouth - and then the other.

Neilah, propped up on one elbow, was watching intently. She glanced at me and smiled, then reached over and lifted my cock away from my body so it was pointed straight up. Victoria, done with my scrotum, began licking her way up my cock, past Neilah's fingers, until she was able to take me in her mouth. As her lips slid over the top, Neilah let go. 

Neilah leaned away momentarily, watching Victoria's tongue and mouth work their magic on me from inches away, and then turned and moved her body up mine until she could kiss me. I put my arm out, she snuggled into me and our mouths crashed together. Insistently probing for my tongue with hers, I relented and she suckled it as hard as Victoria was suckling my cock. My hand circled to her breast, finding her nipple hard to my touch, which elicited a whimper from Neely. "It turns you on, watching Victoria suck my cock, doesn't it?" I whispered into her ear, pulling away from her mouth. Her lips went to my neck, her body rolling more toward me. Sliding my hand down her body to her pussy, I was unsurprised to find her wet and hot once again. "Umm!" I whispered in her ear so just she could hear, "Somebody's ready for a cock again, aren't they!" as my finger slid gently back and forth against her clit. Her head nodded in response, her nose buried against my neck, her own "umm" of pleasure muffled by my neck. Her mouth rose back to mine, her mouth hungrily searching for my tongue again. I readily gave it to her – but then pulled away. "You don't even have to see it, do you? It turns you on just knowing she is sucking me, doesn't it?" She flinched a bit right then as my finger pressed just a bit harder against her clit, slipping to one side.

"God yes."

"I can tell. Your pussy's so wet... straddle me and let Victoria guide it in you."

"Is that what you ... I thought you wanted them to take turns sucking you off?" 

"Oh they'll still do that, although the other girls will have to suck your juices off of me. Turn around now, and slide down, she'll know what to do."

I was right. Straddling my waist, Victoria knew just what to do as Neilah slid lower. As her bottom lowered toward my cock she began getting in the way of Victoria who moved back, and just as predicted, held my cock upright with her hand to guide me into Neilah's steamy wetness. With the wetness of Victoria's saliva on my prick and Neilah's sopping pussy, she bottomed out on the first penetration. "Oh my god, you're so wet baby!" I said as she twisted and squirmed on my cock. Without rising, Neilah just gyrated with me inside her, twisting, rotating and clinching her muscles. 

"Hey! No fair, I thought we got to have a turn!" I glanced over to Crystal as she spoke finding that she and Alyssa, having momentarily given up their mutual caressing, had turned to us and the bed. Slipping between my legs, pushing Victoria to one side, Crystal said with a grin "Get your ass off of there! Why do you get seconds before we've even had firsts?" as she pushed against Neilah's bottom.

"She's my Bajan princess," I said grinning back at her, "and she gets whatever she wants!"

"Not this time," she answered, reaching down to grab my cock as Neilah rolled off to one side onto her back, Victoria rolling over to the other. On her hands and knees, leaning down, Crystal took me directly into her mouth, her large breasts swaying behind them.  She pulled back almost immediately, giggling. "Oh my god, a Neilah flavored popsicle!" Holding my cock upright with one hand, she licked and tongued it from top to bottom before once again sucking me into her mouth. Her "ummm" of pleasure accented the pure enjoyment that emanated from her actions. 

Between my legs as she was, she was virtually out of reach except for her head. "Turn around," I commanded, "up here," indicating the space on the opposite side of Neilah. "You need to introduce me to your girls." 

"Uh – uh," Crystal answered, sliding backwards off the bed, pulling on my legs to scoot back down as she did. "I want to introduce them to your cock first." I began following her instructions to slide down, but a slight whimper from Neilah caught my attention. My eyes shifted toward her as her hand caught my arm. I hadn't even realized as Crystal had crawled up between my legs, Alyssa had also crawled between Neilah's legs. Alyssa's mouth was buried against her pussy, as I watched her tongue extend and lapped up and across Neilah's clit, eliciting another little whimper from her. Neilah's hand reached over and caught mine; I squeezed hers back in return. Looking into her face, she first smiled at me, and then her eyes closed, her belly contracting again to the pleasure from the attention of Alyssa's tongue.

I slid down until my legs were hanging off the edge of the bed and watched as Crystal walked on her knees right up against me. Leaning in just a little bit, she reached over and holding my cock upright, wrapped her massive breasts around it. "You like titty fuckin' Mr. Ben? Cause my girls love to share a cock between 'em." I moaned right then, not so much from the warmth and smoothness of her breasts wrapped around my cock, but from her tongue slithering out to lick the head as she reached bottom. Sliding her body back up, I watched my cock disappear between them again, only to have her tongue and mouth catch me again on the next down stroke. "God you do that good, Crystal" I told her as I reached forward to twirl a finger around a nipple which virtually instantly grew to my touch.

"My boys always likes me girls," she answered. Looking back at Alyssa, Neilah's other hand stroking the back of her head, it dawned on me that Victoria wasn't participating. Looking back the other way, I found that Victoria had sat down in the chair that I'd been tied to just minutes before. She was just sitting and watching us, her left hand twiddling her nipple and her right alternately plunging two fingers into the depths of her pussy or rubbing circles on her clit. Reaching my other hand toward her I invited her to join us on the bed. 

She stood and stepped toward me, her hands stopping their motions on her body as she did. "Don't stop," I told her, "keep doing what you were doing, and just let me suck on your other nipple at the same time." 

"Wouldn't you rather do the other girls? I ain't got much."

"You've got all I need, just enough to fit into my mouth." 

I heard a little chuckle from Neilah. "Told you he'd like them," she said, "he really knows what a girl needs to hear." It dawned on me that Victoria was probably a little self-conscious of her small boobs, but it didn't matter to me. I've always thought that a woman came with three distinct primary pleasure buttons, her clit and nipples, and the boobs were just for attracting men. The other pleasure locations were always a surprise, every woman is different, but the primary ones are almost always a sure bet.

Victoria crawled up on the bed beside me. I lay back and coaxed her to lean over me, letting my tongue and lips suck her left breast, her nipple twice as long as any of the other girls, but her breast itself barely protruded from her chest. I immediately felt her body twitch to the movement of my tongue and sucking of my mouth. "Are your nipples really sensitive?" I queried, pulling back momentarily.




The Present



"Uh-huh," she answered. Repositioning my arm, she turned a bit more and I was able to reach down to her pussy, putting my hand onto hers. I followed her motions momentarily, and when she pulled her fingers from her pussy to rub her clit once again, I inserted mine in their place. Taking up the motion with my fingers, my tongue and lips suckling her nipple and her own fingers buzzing across her clit, it was mere seconds before she became the first of the girls to orgasm. Her fingers reached back down to still my hand. 

I hadn't forgotten the attention of Crystal's caresses, her slow and skillful attention to me had gradually been increasing my arousal to the point where I needed to put a stop to it or she'd be taking me over the top. "I think it's time to switch with Alyssa," I said to Crystal, my hand now stroking Victoria's thigh where I'd pulled it from her grasp. Her hand was resting above her pussy where it had fallen as I'd removed mine.

"Unh-uh," Crystal responded, releasing the grip on my cock with her boobs and moving up beside me. Reaching over she gently swatted Victoria on the butt. "You swap, Victoria, 'cause my girls need a little mouth music!" 

Victoria giggled. "You always say they need attention," she said, rolling her body over mine, between Neilah and me.

"That's 'cause they do!"  Swinging her leg up and across me, Crystal planted her naked body on my stomach, Victoria moving down and out of the way. Almost simultaneously I felt new fingers on my legs, although with my vision blocked by Crystal's body, I couldn't see Alyssa taking her place between my legs. Seconds later another hot, wet, mouth swallowed the better portion of my cock. 

Crystal leaned forward, moving up until the nipples on her hanging breasts were bumping against my lips. First one and then the other, and then back again. I brought my hands up to first fondle her massive globes, but soon slid one down to find and finger her pussy. Sitting on my belly it wasn't easy to get my hand in the right position, but she assisted by rising onto her knees, giving me space between our bodies to reach her pussy. 

At the same time Crystal was feeding me her breasts Alyssa was working my cock with her mouth. Holding me upright at the base, she was running her tongue and lips all over my cock, occasionally dropping down and taking a suck on my balls; more often popping my erection into her mouth.  Realizing that despite the breaks between girls that I was rapidly approaching orgasm, I knew I needed to stop her mouth music or I was gone. I pulled my fingers away from Crystal, and drawing them to my mouth moved her boob aside to suck my fingers into my mouth. 

"Umm," I said, tasting Crystal's juice, and then with my voice quivering slightly with arousal said, "Ok, Alyssa, you better stop now or I'm not going to be able to." 

"Oh? " Alyssa answered, still holding my cock upright, but for the moment not lathing me with her tongue. "And what do we do next?" She giggled.

"I want you to slide that pretty little bottom up here and sit on my face. I've got four pussies that I'm going to take turns eating."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Crystal asked, with a tone that said I had. I didn't understand, didn't click on what she was saying, and just looked puzzled. "I thought you were going to have all four of us suck you," she continued. She turned and looked at Neilah, as did I, only to find Neilah and Victoria not paying attention to us at all. 

Victoria was slightly above Neilah, who was flat on her back, her hand stroking Neilah's pussy, her mouth locked to Neilah's. Although not quite as visible from my angle, it was obvious that Neilah also had her hand buried in Victoria's pussy. All three of us watched for a few seconds, and then I signaled Crystal to get off me. Alyssa also let go, and sliding out from under their grasps I continued right off the bed. Walking around to the other side of the bed, I leaned in next to Victoria.

"Sorry to interrupt this little love fest," I spoke into both of their ears, "but Ms. Neilah's mouth has an appointment with Mr. Ben here."  

"Spoil sport," Victoria said, pulling away from Neilah's mouth and looking up at me. I leaned over just a little more to kiss her, and she leaned in toward me. 

"There's plenty of time for that later," I chided. Finishing the quick kiss with Victoria I leaned down and kissed Neilah's mouth upside down, finding it hot and wet, just as it gets when she's incredibly aroused. An idea came to mind; when I pulled away from our kiss I grabbed Neilah's shoulders, urging her to slide to the edge of the bed.

"What?" Neilah asked, not following what I was intending. "Where do you want me?"

"Slide your head off the bed," I told her. "Yeah, like that." She slid up so that her head was hanging upside down off the edge causing her throat to open. It's the only way Neilah's found that she can deep throat me without gagging and she recognized the position immediately.  I stepped up to straddle her face; Neilah grabbed my cock to guide it into her mouth. "Not yet Baby," I said, continuing to move a little closer, 'take my balls in your mouth."

"Umm," she moaned, understanding that something different was about to happen. 

Looking up, Victoria, Alyssa and Crystal were all looking at me, also wondering what I was going to have them do next. Neilah had taken to sucking my balls immediately, her tongue twirling, alternating with hard suctioning. "Crystal, right up here," I instructed motioning her toward me and then grabbing and tilting my cock downward from pointing at the sky, "suck me." Crawling on her hands and knees over Neilah she slid her mouth over me, which is why I'd held it down for her. Neilah's hands had been caressing my bottom and the inside of my thighs, but now I reached down and taking them, guided them to Crystal's mammoth breasts. "And now you, Ladies." I stuck my tongue out and wiggled it like I was licking a clit, and motioned to Neilah's and Crystal's bodies. "Alyssa, eat Neilah and Victoria, you do Crystal."

I didn't even recognize that Neilah's mouth had quit working on my balls, at least not at first. Having finished guiding everyone into place, the shudder that went through Neilah's body as my hand found and tweaked her nipples reminded me that I'd known she was extremely turned on. Now with Alyssa's tongue on her clit, my hands on her nipples and my balls in her mouth – she reached orgasm.

Crystal wasn't far behind. My cock in her mouth, on hands and knees so she wasn't touching anyone else, and Victoria on her hands and knees between her legs, her fuse had also been lit and was about to go off. I recognized the way she was sucking me, not for pleasure but to get me to spurt down her throat. "Not yet, Crystal," I instructed, raising a hand from Neilah's breast to Crystal's head, urging her to slow down on my cock.

"Are you ready for this now baby?" I questioned when Neilah's orgasm had simmered down somewhat. When her hand reached up and grabbed my cock to pull me from Crystal's mouth, I urged Crystal to let me go and then moved backward slightly so Neilah could guide me into her mouth. Her lips and tongue greeted my cock head, still covered with Crystals' saliva, as I slowly slid into her mouth.  I knew not to thrust, no matter how much I wanted to, letting her guide me deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. The first time we ever did it like this was the first time she'd ever completely deep throated me. This time she almost gagged once, then relaxed her throat until I'd slid completely in, my balls against her nose. When Neilah swallowed with my cock completely through her mouth and into her throat, it was almost enough to make me cum.  I slowly eased my cock back out of her throat until just the head was in her mouth and then slid back down again, bottoming out in a deep throat for the second time. Although interesting, I pulled back again and this time just allowed Neilah to work her magic on me with her mouth and tongue.

Alyssa and Victoria, giggling and pushing for position, were following my directions to go to work on the other two girls. Alyssa had beat Victoria into position; lying on her stomach and using her hands to separate her lips, her tongue was easily lapping at Neilah's clit. Having to turn upside down onto her back to get to Crystal's pussy, Victoria was having a bit more difficult time of it. Crystal moved from straddling Neilah's body, lowered herself onto her forearms, her mouth forcing my hand away from one of Neilah's nipples.  Crystal's purr of pleasure from her mouth pleasuring Neilah and Victoria's mouth pleasuring her clit and pussy happened almost immediately. Moving my one free hand to her hanging girls I reached underneath and found a nipple. Soft and large, she quivered when my fingers found it, she twitched when I flicked it – and she came when I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, her body clinching in the ultimate pleasure.

I eased myself out of Neilah's mouth, her hand gripping me, but I pulled away. I know she would have gladly swallowed my load, but I wasn't yet ready to cum again. Tapping Crystal on the shoulder, I got her attention and motioned to Alyssa, and she passed the word to Victoria. When I pulled Neilah's hand, she started to move away from Alyssa which caused her to follow but not for long. "Alyssa, roll over," I instructed. "Crystal's going to ride your tongue and you're going to ride Victoria's." Victoria glanced over at me, her eyebrows wiggling in delight, and as Alyssa rolled over she moved between her legs, resuming her tonguing and pussy kissing but on a different girl. Crystal took a few seconds to get in place, but soon enough Alyssa was busy at both ends. 

Pulling Neilah further around, I sat her upright on the edge of the bed and leaned in to kiss her. Her mouth was still warm and wet from having my cock down her throat; I replaced it with my tongue. "My god, baby, this is so hot!" I told her when I pulled back. Sliding my hand between her thighs I found her pussy wet from her own juices and Alyssa's tongue action. She let me lean her back on the bed and I eased my cock into her. Leaning forward onto the bed, her hand held onto my shoulders. I knew it wasn't going to take much to make me cum this late in the game, so I controlled my movements carefully.

"Are you ready to cum, hun?" Neilah asked, her legs wrapping up behind mine.

"Not yet," I answered, "I just wanted to be in you for a moment."  Pulling out, I slithered my cock up and across her pussy, my cock slick with all of our combined juices. Neilah reached down and spread her pussy lips so my cock rested directly against her clit. I slid back and forth several times, Neilah's hips rocking into me to force more pressure against her little pink bundle of nerves. 

"Ummm, that's nice," she purred. As I started to pull back, she began to let her pussy lips close, but I told her to keep doing it. Dropping to my knees I leaned forward and used my tongue against the little nub instead. I felt her legs quiver in pleasure, but I didn't continue.

"Slide over, on your side," I told her, reaching for Crystal's leg and lifting it. Understanding what I was indicating, Neilah slid forward and between Crystals legs. Sliding my head back between Neilah's legs, I also turned sideways so that my cock was in front of Victoria – completing the daisy chain. My mouth found Neilah's pussy as without explanation Victoria sucked me into her mouth once again. We were all giving, and receiving, oral pleasure, a five person daisy chain. 

I'd been holding back my own orgasm for quite a while, but now, ensconced between the legs of my lover, my tongue and lips pleasuring her while Victoria was pleasuring my cock, I finally reached the point of no return. Without even being able to warn Victoria I began to cum, but she must have recognized my impending orgasm. Without hesitation she swallowed and sucked and swallowed some more, taking my load without losing a drop, continuing until my cock began to wither in her mouth. 

One of the hardest things to do is to concentrate on your lover's pleasure while you're cumming. I'm sure I must have somehow lost cognizance of where I was, but as my orgasm wound down, I realized that Neilah's legs were twitching and compressing around my head, a sign I recognized as her orgasm. On my other end, my now shrinking cock still buried in Victoria's mouth, I recognized shuddering and twitching of an orgasm at that end also. As I eased away from Neilah's thighs, it was obvious that everyone's mutual pleasuring was coming to an end. 

"Wow," Crystal giggled, "That was fun."

"Did everybody cum?" Neilah asked, crawling away from Crystal and me, up further on the bed so she could put her head on the pillow. 

"I know I did," Crystal answered, and looked over to see my withered cock. Spinning just a bit she crawled over to Victoria and immediately kissed her, forcing her tongue into her mouth. "And I can tell Ben did too," she finished when she pulled away from Victoria's mouth. Alyssa was just lying in a semi fetal position on the bed, her body language all we needed to know that everyone had indeed cum, virtually together. 

When I'd recovered enough, I got up and walked back around the bed before crawling up next to Neilah; a moment later Victoria crawled up next to me. Rolling onto my back I put my arms out and Neilah cuddled into one side while Victoria cuddled to the other. Looking down the bed I found that Alyssa was using Crystal's bent leg for a pillow, Crystal was just on her side, her head resting on her arm. Through mutual agreement or perhaps just mutual exhaustion, we all agreed it was time for a rest. 

I don't know whether anyone actually slept, although it was quite some time before I sensed movement. Lying there with my eyes closed, I could tell that Crystal and Alyssa were up to something, the small movements of the bed giving them away. The totally relaxed breathing from Neilah in my ear made me pretty sure that she was asleep or nearly so. Victoria's hand stroking gently on my stomach, finally sliding down to grip my cock let me know that she was awake, or had reawakened.  Raising my arm from behind her, I draped it over her shoulder, fondling her tiny breast and ever erect nipple. With Victoria breathing practically in my ear, I could sense the response as I played with her breast and nipple, the confirmation of her increasing arousal coming through her hand gripping and stroking my cock. My dead dog from a few minutes before was again coming to life.

Raising my head, I looked to see what Alyssa and Crystal were doing and not unexpectedly found them again in a sixty nine. Victoria felt me look up, and whispered "They're like that all the time." 

"Not all the time," Neilah's voice whispered in my other ear. "They both like cock too." I glanced over at Neilah, finding her lying there just relaxing and watching. "Happy Birthday, baby," she smiled at me, "have you liked it so far?" I leaned over and kissed her in response, sticking my tongue into her mouth and cuddling her even closer. With my other arm under Victoria's neck, it didn't last long and I had to roll onto my back, Neilah following, rolling over so we were face to face. Whatever was happening elsewhere on the bed was now hidden from my view by Neilah – and all behind her back. Leaning into me, we again kissed, this time with no intent of breaking it off.

On my other arm Victoria shifted, her head having become partially covered by Neilah's hair. I followed her body with my arm, slipping more onto her back and finally being able to reach and stroke her ass as her head moved onto my belly between Neilah and my cock. Not unexpectedly, moments later I felt her raise her head from where it was resting and moved that last little bit to my cock where I felt her tongue lick my natural lollipop. Despite having cum in Victoria's mouth just minutes before, Neilah's kisses had their effect on me, Victoria's stroking had begun to harden me and now her tongue and lips expertly suckling me had my cock almost fully hard again. 

My left hand rose on Neilah's body, cupping a breast, her nipple firmly between my thumb and forefinger.  Her tongue in my mouth, her body melted against me, but it was Victoria's mouth music on my cock that caused me to twitch. "She's a good cock sucker, isn't she?" Neilah questioned, pulling away from our kiss momentarily, not even so much as glancing over her shoulder at what Victoria was doing to me. 

"Umm," I answered, nodding just slightly before she leaned back in and sucked my tongue into her mouth.

Victoria wasn't trying to suck me off, at least not yet, she was just pleasuring my cock and apparently herself. Her bottom almost turned toward me, I slipped my hand from her butt down to her ass crack, sliding my fingers forward between her legs. I found her 'taint, and as she raised her upper leg, my finger easily found her pussy, hot and wet. Victoria shivered slightly as I penetrated her, her mouth stopping its motions with my head just inside her mouth. Moments later she swallowed, giving a quite interesting and pleasurable sensation as even though she didn't move, it felt like she'd tried to swallow my cock.

I'd been letting my hand roam Neilah's breasts, but facing me as she was, I easily slipped my hand down her belly, stroking everywhere as I reached for her naked pussy. Her leg also opened to me, my finger finding the top of her pussy, sliding in across her clit and finding her pussy. Although around her clit it was a little dry, once I penetrated her wet warmth, drawing my finger back up spread the lubricant and I sensed Neilah relaxing to the sensations of my fingers. 

"Hey, you're starting without us," I heard Crystal say. Hidden from view by Neilah, I didn't have a clue whether they'd finished each other in a 69 or just noticed we were again playing and wanted to join – but almost immediately I felt a larger hand sliding up my leg on one side, and a slightly smaller on the other and knew both girls had moved in to join our threesome. Victoria had moved her mouth away, but her hand was still holding me straight upright, and I recognized the difference of both Alyssa's and Crystal's mouths as they each took turns sucking my erection. Alone, one at a time, and separately, I didn't even realize that Victoria had moved away, until I recognized Crystal's larger hand replacing Victoria's in becoming my rock hard cocks anchor. Seconds later I felt Victoria's hand touching mine, urging my fingers away from being in her pussy, pulling them upwards towards her clit.  

Understanding she was giving me wordless instruction, I concentrated on following her directions, extending a finger by rubbing around, not on, her clit. Occasionally she'd let go, other times she'd gently move my fingers or hand up or down, maybe stroke across her clit, dip down and get more of her natural lubricant, and then return it to her pleasure spots. At first her hand was following and guiding mine, but as I got better at understanding her body, her hand relinquished mine, guiding it less and less.

My kiss with Neilah was less frenetic than it had been just moments before. With my well trained left hand pleasuring her clit and pussy in just the right proportions, she'd begun to really get into my caresses. "I want to eat you," I whispered as I pulled back, "come sit on my face. I want you to come on my tongue." After several months of lovemaking with Neilah, I knew I could read her body pretty well, and with the wetness of her pussy and the hardness of her clit, I know it wouldn't take much tongue action to drive her body to another orgasm.  Neilah didn't question my request but kissed me once again, and then began to sit up to straddle my face.  

My favorite pussy eating positions are with me kneeling on the floor by a bed or couch with a woman's legs dangling off the side where I can put them over my shoulders, fondle her breasts and look into her face while I eat her, and the second is on my back where she can exert a bit more control, but I can reach directly above me to play with her breasts while I do the same. This time however, with one hand already pleasuring Victoria (and no sign from her that she wanted me to stop), at least one of my hands was busy. While Neilah was moving to position her pussy onto my mouth, I got a glance toward Crystal and Alyssa and realized that Alyssa, taking turns suckling my cock with Crystal, had been virtually in reach of my left all along, just hidden from view by Neilah's body. Crystal had set herself up between my legs; Crystal was on my left side. Moving slightly just as Neilah was about to lower herself, I managed to get the ends of my fingers onto Alyssa's leg. Feeling my touch, she turned and looked, and as I reached open fingered to her, she shifted her legs toward me, her lower one coming in under Neilah's, her upper moving up, and opening herself to my touch. If I'd been sideways toward her, we could have virtually had a sideways 69. Instead, Neilah's pussy settled onto my face. Victoria, her back to me, was being tantalized by my right hand, and Alyssa's warm and wet pussy was just coming into reach.




The Present



Alyssa moved her body to meet my reach, and seconds later her upper leg bent, totally opening herself to my touch. My finger aligned perfectly with what I found to be a sopping cunt and I easily penetrated into her core in a finger fucking motion. She still hadn't given me any clues about what was good for her in this position, but just when I'd about given up hoping she'd give me some indication, she moved and pulled my hand away. Bending my other fingers away, she left my pointer and middle finger together and positioned them once again at her pussy. Understanding as soon as she'd put two fingers together what she wanted, I slipped both fingers together into her. 

I was about to go into sensory overload, finding I was having to really concentrate on one girl at a time to know what I was doing with them. My right hand was working Victoria's pussy and, as my mind came to momentarily concentrate on her, I realized she was really enjoying what I was doing. Leaving my hand in autopilot, my mind went back to Neilah and her pussy dripping her nectar into my mouth. I had to think momentarily as to whether I'd been doing well for her or not, and recognized that I probably had been as her body was telling me she was nearing another orgasm. I didn't even have time to concentrate on me or the wonderful, slow, tantalizing blow job that Crystal was now performing before I felt Alyssa shift, her arm drawing my hand away from her pussy once again, totally distracting me from concentrating on the other girls. Taking my pinky and folding it under my thumb, she moved my now three digit artificial dick back to her pussy.  As my fingers penetrated, now with three fingers sliding into her pussy all at the same time, her "Oh god that's nice," all I needed to know I'd finally gotten her where she wanted to be.

My mind freed of trying to pleasure the girls on my tongue and hands, even though I couldn't see her, I became more aware of Crystal playing between my legs and the different things she was doing. Between her breasts and mouth, she was obviously having fun. Not trying to suck me off, just playing. Holding me upright, she'd suck me for a bit, maybe going deep, maybe just licking my head and shaft, and then moments later she'd be rubbing her nipples against the head of my cock. I'd feel her nipple grow harder, she'd lick my head to get it slipperier, and then she'd do the other. A hand would fondle my balls, and then perhaps she'd lean down and suck them into her mouth while her hand ran up and down my shaft. A bit later she'd wrap her mammoth girls around me, titty fucking my cock, and then stop at the top, taking my head into her mouth again. I reveled in the pleasure she was giving me, when suddenly I realized that Neilah was about to cum yet another time. Too late to stop, instead I moved slightly and sucked her clit into my mouth, which is always guaranteed to take her over the top when she's that close. Seconds later I was rewarded by a gush of warm liquid against my face, Neilah's knees clinching my head as she fell forward, catching herself on her arms and the pillow. Knowing to stop before she protested, she normally would have slid down from this position to lie on my stomach – but with the other girls there, and my arms busy, she practically had to get herself un-entangled before she could move. Instead, she just slid her crotch back a bit so she was sitting on my chest, her legs wrapped under my arms and looked down at me.

She gave a big sigh and a smile at me before she glanced left and right over each shoulder, turning a bit further to look at Crystal who at that moment was rubbing her nipples against my cock head. "This is almost it, isn't it?" She asked, turning back to me, referring to the ultimate fantasy I'd described to her several times during our erotic talk and love making.  I bobbed my head in a soundless 'yes'. "Umm." She said, a hand coming up to stroke my cheek. "Whose pussy do you want to be on your tongue, Victoria?" she said, glancing toward her. 

"Alyssa?" she queried, glancing the other way. I raised my eyebrows in pleasure, once again nodding. "Ok baby," she answered. "Alyssa – Ben wants to taste that sweet pussy of yours."

Initially I'd been finger fucking Alyssa with three fingers, but as we'd moved on, she'd begun masturbating herself on them and at the end she'd been doing as much of the work as I had been finger fucking her. "Oh God yes! It's about time," she responded, instantly pulling herself off my hand. Now able to move my arm I raised it giving Neilah the freedom to begin untangling herself from my chest. I moved the arm that was fingering Victoria, and Neilah came free. Alyssa didn't immediately straddle me, allowing Neilah to move out of the way, and down toward my cock and Crystal.

"I think you've got something of mine," Neilah said to Crystal with a giggle. "Thanks for getting it ready."

"Oh!" Crystal protested, "I get to do the work and you get all the pleasure?" I felt her hand let go of me and begin to move away.

"One more thing," I said as Alyssa was beginning to straddle my chest. 

"What's that? " Neilah said, all three girls stopping where they were. 

"I want Crystal to guide it in you," I said – hold it for you while you climb on."

"Whatever you want, baby." Crystal didn't say anything, but it was obvious she understood as she reached over and grabbed my cock again, holding it straight upright. Moments later Neilah, positioning herself cowgirl, slowly lowered her hot wet box onto me. She settled down and slowly began some gyrations, exactly the way she always starts when we do it cowgirl. 

Alyssa began to slide forward toward my face, but Crystal interrupted. 'Just a minute, Alyssa," she said. I saw her hand touch Alyssa on the shoulder as she repositioned herself on the bed. Leaning down past Alyssa, Crystal kissed me, a big wet sloppy kiss, and then pulled away. "My girls need a little attention first, please." 

"Umm, gladly, I answered, but with my arm now pinned beneath her and Alyssa, all I could do is lay there. Crystal leaned a bit sideway, moved her breast up to my mouth, and I extended my tongue catching her nipple on the way in. She pressed it against my mouth, giving me no choice but to suck and tongue her nipple from inside my mouth. I momentarily closed my eyes, just enjoying her nipple, when I felt some further movement. Looking up, she'd taken her hands and turned her other breast to Alyssa, who had unquestioningly slid back a bit so she could suckle her other nipple at the same time. 

Crystal's nipple grew firmer to my sucking, elongating similar to the way it had when she'd rubbed it against my cock. From tall and fat to back where they were almost flush in her breast, I'd seen them change several times, but now under continued suckling and tonguing they stayed swollen. At least the one in my mouth did, I assumed Alyssa was having a similar response. 

With Crystal leaning forward off of my arm, I again had some movement and gradually worked it out from beneath the two of them until I could also reach Crystals legs. Sliding into the inside of her thigh, I couldn't raise it enough with her over me to reach her pussy, but Crystal recognized what was happening and pulled back slightly so she wasn't quite so much over me until my fingers could now touch her pussy. I found her clit with a fingertip, eliciting a sharp intake of breath to her body, and continued to try and penetrate her, almost as I had been doing to Alyssa moments before. My finger found her fleshy folds, and discovered that all it took was opening them up, she was gushing with wetness once the dam was moved aside. A small puddle of liquid accumulated in my hand, which cupping her mound, I spread back onto her. Pulling away a bit from Alyssa and me, she leaned in again, and gave me another kiss. "I hope I get to try out that tongue that Neilah raves about before this is all done," she said; then winked and moved back. She gently swatted Alyssa's bottom, saying "He's all yours."

Alyssa and Crystal began positioning themselves, and seconds later, my ultimate fantasy had begun. Neilah had been warming herself throughout Alyssa and Crystal's positioning, and being experienced together we knew just what it was going to take to get her, and me, off. Victoria had been slowly accepting my caresses, and although we weren't experienced together, I now recognized the slight tremors and changes of pressures guiding my fingers, telling me where to stroke, when to penetrate, when to rub or just touch her clit. Alyssa, on my tongue for the first time, was obviously experienced in riding a tongue, whether a man's or a woman's she knew what she wanted and how to position her hips to get it. 

Crystal, on the other hand (or is that on "my" other hand?) clearly wasn't getting exactly what she wanted. Ignoring the growing sensations in my cock, the obvious growing arousal from Neilah, the almost ready to pop of Victoria and the rapidly increasing movements of Alyssa's pussy on my mouth, most of my attention was focused on Crystal. Her pussy was obviously wet; when my fingers penetrated they were greeted with a drenching wetness. Her clit, although sensitive, I understood from her response wasn't what she wanted me playing with. I tried her thighs, pressing against her Mons, rubbing around her clit, but no matter what I kept sensing she wanted lower. When I slipped my fingers into her pussy that was good, but still, it wasn't right. Almost getting frustrated with myself for not being able to figure my lover out, she suddenly rose up, took my hand and pushed it lower, settling onto my thumb – and suddenly I knew what she wanted. My fingers now in position, they had nowhere to go except against her anus. I squeezed, my middle finger coming against her rosebud, and for the first time she shivered – and I knew I was doing it right. 

I still wasn't sure just how much or how far she wanted to go, but as I squeezed and fondled, the harder I pressed against her back door, the more she responded. Her pussy supplied all the lubricant I needed, just moving my thumb and collecting wetness on my fingers allowed me to lubricate that normally dry hole, pressing harder and harder, her tight ass gradually stretching, warming, until suddenly the end of my finger popped through her sphincter.  Working it slowly into her, I pulled out to gather more or her juices, lubing every time, gaining more and more opening of her bottom until I had my middle finger completely buried. Pulling out and lubing up once again, now I slid it almost easily into her ass, at least compared to the first time. 

Although my conscious mind had been concentrating on Crystal, my unconscious brain hadn't let me down. Now able to shift some attention elsewhere, I realized I'd better slow down on Victoria; her gasps and writing to my fingers had almost reached a point of no return. Moving slightly away from her highest pleasure points, I doubt that she realized it, just that her pleasure wasn't increasing any further. 

Neilah was an open book, I recognized her responses, and knew that she knew just exactly what to do to get us off together, or nearly so. Having been sucked off a couple of times so far, I wasn't going to come instantly, which was good for Neilah. She could take her time, build herself at her own pace, and all I had to do was get the other girls there together.

Alyssa was almost as far along as Victoria, just a few subtle changes to my tongue and lips and sucking her clit and she wasn't going anywhere for a while, which brought me back to Crystal.  We'd initially started with my thumb in her pussy, but now that I'd shifted to her ass, to move my fingers in and out, I'd had to remove my thumb from her vagina. I'd been concentrating on finger fucking her anus, but still, I needed something else for her. With every other appendage on my body busy elsewhere, I didn't have a tongue or finger to be spared, so it was one handed or nothing. I could feel the dryness setting in on her backside, and after I'd lubed my fingers and her ass again rather than just sticking my finger back in her ass, I added my thumb in her pussy at the same time. Her "Yeah, like that" confirmed what her body had already told me. 

"Ok baby," I whispered at Neilah, her physical response telling me she understood perfectly.  Having been on the brink for several minutes, all it took was a slight change of pressures, and I could feel an orgasm rapidly arising in me. I knew she was close, I knew Victoria was close... I got a bit more aggressive with Alyssa's pussy, sucking on her clit, and she began to cum immediately. It was all I could do to ignore her quivering on my face, the loss of vision in my own head as my concentration shifted to the only point of my body that was still working. I didn't realize that Victoria had finally gone over the top, just barely became cognizant of her quivering and bucking and grabbing my hand. I don't know whether Neilah came first or I did, but immediately after the first of us went, the other did also. I hadn't even thought about Crystal – but my involuntary gripping of her, my middle finger buried in her ass, my thumb in her pussy, squeezing her like a bowling ball – was all it took. 

And, it wasn't what I'd thought. 

In my fantasy, I'd always been basking like a God. In my fantasy, the world took a collective gasp of air, an "ooh" of astonishment, and mental applause to the almost impossibility of it. In my mind, the power from a single orgasm doubles, or triples, with multiples. You or your partner cums, that's a one. You AND your partner cums, that's three times as powerful. Add a third at the same time – it had to have been 9 or ten times as much pleasure, nine or ten times as much cosmic release as one. Four at once had to be like forty times as much, but all five of us? Surely the world would scream from the pleasure, the exponential release of sexual energy, and it would all be based around me. 

But of course, I forgot that when a guy cums, his focus narrows down to that tiny little opening in the end of his dick, swelling, spitting up, and reclosing again. The occasional mental meeting when you and your partner orgasm together almost disappears to the sensual overload of multiple bodies all climaxing at the same time. 

I gradually became aware again of everything that had and was going on around me. Alyssa had leaned back, moving her clit away from my tongue and lips. Until then I didn't even realize that she had leaned forward, forcing it against my mouth. Victoria was holding my hand, it was in her crotch, and she was just holding it so I couldn't touch her. Crystal was rocking on my hand, squeezing first my thumb in her pussy and then my finger in her ass, and although I couldn't see, I could tell she was doing something else. 

And of course, all this added awareness came on top of the awareness of my body expanding from the rigid hardness, the concentration of all my energy into spewing my seed into Neilah's womb, the return of the awareness that there was more to me than just the rigid stick buried in my lovers vagina, and the ultimate pleasure of her orgasm happening at the same time as mine. 

Alyssa moved back, sliding her body back to my chest. I looked over to Crystal, only to find her rubbing her clit, actually more like rubbing the area around it, her back arching, forcing it against hers and my hands. Squeezing once again, my thumb still in her pussy and finger in her ass, she convulsed again, her hips trying to fuck against my hand, trying to force my thumb deeper into her vagina with each thrust. Five, six – I don't know how many times, before her orgasmic convulsions stopped. Collapsing to the bed, my hand pulled free from her body. Alyssa leaned forward and gave me a little kiss, a lover's thank you, and rolled off me between Crystal and me. Victoria reversed herself, at first snuggling back to my other arm, while Neilah just collapsed forward, onto my chest. Later she rolled off the side, Victoria moved back, and we all fell asleep – two beautiful ladies on either side of me.  Despite the letdown of fantasy fulfilled, I still knew it had been a once in a lifetime experience. 



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The Present



She entered the bedroom and lying on her perfectly made bed in all white from the sheets to the comforter lay a present. She couldn't possibly overlook the box wrapped in silver paper with a bright blood red ribbon tied in a bow. Immediately she looked around the room thinking someone must be inside her house. She made a quick tour of the house going from room to room and checking all the doors. Everything was in its place; nothing had been disturbed or taken and all the doors were locked. Eventually, she went back to the bedroom to examine the present in more detail. 

The present had been wrapped with care and attention to detail. It wasn't very heavy either. There was no card or message. She lived in her house by herself, so there was no mistaking that it was for her. But, she had no idea who would do this or why. Carefully, she untied the bow and removed the ribbon. Next she carefully removed the wrapping paper. Now, she was holding a white square box with a white lid. Slowly she took off the lid. Inside was filled with red tissue paper so she began removing each piece trying to discern what was inside. Finally, her fingers touched something that was not paper and felt cool to her touch. As she pulled it out of the box, her face flushed with color and she immediately dropped the object on her bed jumping backward at the same time.

She was looking at a very large dildo that in every way looked anatomically exactly like a very well-endowed man's penis. Was this somebody's idea of a joke? Who would do this and why? She suddenly felt exposed as if someone was watching her reaction that very moment and enjoying how uncomfortable it made her. 

She had a very large window in her bedroom that provided a beautiful view of the woods that made up her back yard. Because she did not have any neighbors to speak of, she never put any kind of drapes or blinds on the window preferring to let as much natural light into the room as she could. Suddenly, she felt sure that there was someone in the woods watching her through her window. However, as much as she looked, she didn't see anyone peering in.

Just in case someone was watching, she made a point of holding up the dildo in front of the window and dropping it back into the white box, closing the lid and then dropping the box and its contents into her trash can, being sure that if anyone was watching they would see that she was not impressed with the gift.

The next day she entered her house with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. Part of her wanted to find another present even though the vulgar toy had really shaken her up. The other part of her felt violated that someone had been in her house and she had no idea how they had gotten in or what they wanted with her. As she approached her bedroom, she realized that she really wanted to see another box on her bed and that thought shocked her.

This time there was no box on her bed, but there was something. This time it was something silky and black neatly folded into a square. She picked up the silky material and discovered it was a pair of thigh high stockings. This time her reaction was quite different. She rubbed the soft material against her face liking the way it felt. She slipped her hand into one of the stockings to see how it looked on her skin. Suddenly, she felt embarrassed at how she had reacted to the first gift. She made a point to bring her trash can into view in front of the window and gently took the white box out and put it on her dresser. Next, she held up the stockings and hugged them to her chest in a sign that she hoped would convey her pleasure at the second gift.

The next day, excitement had started to build inside her getting stronger with each minute that passed as she hurried home to see what would happen next. There was still a little voice inside her head that kept saying someone has been in your house twice and why aren't you doing anything about it, but it was not as loud as the voice telling her that this was the first really exciting thing to ever happen to her. Since the first present, it was like her world went from dull black and white to brilliant Technicolor. Suddenly, she felt alive and noticed which was not normal for her. 

She almost ran to her bedroom and was out of breath from her excitement. Lying on the bed was something small and black. As she went to examine it, her heart was beating loudly in her chest. As she picked up the material, it became clear that this was a beautiful lacey garter belt for the stockings. She felt such a rush that someone was leaving her these sexy presents. She didn't own anything like this and it was exciting that someone wanted her to have these things. She held up the garter belt in front of the window once again just in case the mysterious admirer was watching her and she wanted to show her appreciation.

The next day, she was completely obsessed with thoughts of the secret admirer and the gifts. She wasn't able to concentrate or focus on much else. But this time when she entered her bedroom, the bed was empty. No gift. No message. Nothing. Her heart sank. Had she done something wrong or offended him. She stood in front of the window peering out and trying to understand.

The next day, it was the same. No present. She was confused. What did he want from her? She sat on her bed and stared at the objects on her dresser, the white box with the dildo inside, the black stockings, and the garter belt. She felt a wetness between her legs and realized that her panties were wet and she became aware of how turned on the whole process had made her. Her nipples were erect beneath her shirt and she desperately missed the attention she had been receiving.

Later that evening, she had an idea. She entered the bedroom and turned on the light. With the light on, she could no longer see out the window but anyone outside her bedroom would have a perfect view of her inside. She picked up the garter belt and stockings and took them into the bathroom. When she emerged, she was wearing the stockings and garter belt under her robe. She stood in front of the window in her robe for some time thinking about what she was going to do and trying to get the courage to go through with it.

Finally, as the clock struck 11pm she untied the robe and let it fall to her feet. She was naked except for the garter belt and stockings. As she stood there on display in front of the window, she could see her reflection looking back at her and she was shocked at the woman before her. It wasn't a shy mousy girl at all but instead a sexy woman that was attractive and confident. She stayed in front of the window for some time and eventually went to bed in nothing but the stockings and garter belt.

The next day, she came home with no expectations but feeling much better about the whole situation. So it was with surprise that she found a new gift on her bed. This time it was a small tube of red lipstick. Perhaps she was starting to understand how this game was played. It excited her to know that he must be watching her somehow. She was already wet with anticipation of what she would do tonight. But for now, she applied some of the lipstick and kissed her window leaving an imprint of her lips for her admirer.

That night she went into the bathroom and once again changed into the garter belt and stockings, but this time she applied the red lipstick to her lips and then looked in the mirror. She had to admit to herself that she was sexy. Her full breasts sat perky on her chest with small pink erect nipples. Her pussy was covered by a soft manicured patch of hair peeking out from under the garter belt and framed nicely by the garters themselves. Her legs seemed long and lean in the stockings and she felt oh so wet. Slowly she entered the bedroom and once again stood in front of the window with the light on so that she could not see out but her admirer could see in. 

Her skin felt electric as she stood there feeling his eyes upon her. Suddenly, she wanted him so badly even though she had no idea who he was. She couldn't believe how strong her desire could be. She pressed herself against the window crushing her breasts up against the cold glass but it was only a momentary relief. She still felt the ache between her legs, the wetness of her desire for him. 

Before she even knew what she was doing she was on her bed with the dildo in her hands. She was on her knees kneeling with the dildo before her. She slowly spread her legs and slid the dildo inside her. Immediately she thought she might come just from the feel of it filling her up so she stayed very still and tried to calm herself down wanting to savor this and not rush to a climax. She eased herself down on her back with the dildo still inside her. Now her knees were bent and she used one hand to slide the large cock in and out of her very slowly. With each movement, she felt her insides kick and she began biting her lip to contain the moans as she squeezed her legs tight and closed her eyes focusing all her energy on just the feel of the thick cock inside her. 

Her breathing was rapid and her heart was beating loudly in her ears as she started to fuck herself with the dildo. It had looked so large, but now she was so wet, it easily slid back and forth rubbing her clit and bringing waves of pleasure through her body. She was moaning loudly unable to contain it anymore. She no longer cared about anything except cumming. She moved the cock in and out of her rhythmically feeling her insides contract as she could no longer hold it back and she let out one long moan as she gripped her sheets with one hand and worked the cock with her other, feeling the climax wash over her. Out of breath and spent, she reached over and turned out the light trying to see if he was out there, but there was nothing but the trees and the wind blowing the leaves. Still she knew he was watching and knowing that was enough as she drifted off to sleep.



The Present



My name is Sonya. My ancestry is Swedish and this is shown in my characteristics. I am tall, blonde (a true platinum blonde, at that), blue eyes, light creamy skin (which burns fast if I'm not careful), with blue eyes and a (in my opinion) sensational figure. Picture your typical cheerleader wet dream and I'm probably the girl who's in them.

I don't have a current boyfriend, but that is by choice. I like strong men, and I'm talking character as much as muscle. Muscle might give a man strength but intelligence will help build a strong character.

I have a full time job but I am also currently undergoing a post-graduate course at night school. One needs qualifications if you're going to get anywhere in the business world. I find my looks will get me interviews and the offer of a job, but when you take a job you're going to have to show that you can do it. In a cold business climate non-performance will have you out the door no matter how good you look. 

I had left work one day and was strolling along the street, taking my time heading towards my school. I intended to get there early and grab a cheap meal at the school cafeteria before the lecture I wanted to attend started. 

So there I was, walking along, minding my own business, and this young man accosted me. I don't mean that in a bad way, just that he stepped in front of, looking a little embarrassed, saying "excuse me?"

He looked harmless. Just your average young man, about my age, maybe a year or two older. We were in the middle of the street and it wasn't as though he was going to try to grab me and drag me into any nearby bushes (there weren't any), so I stopped with an enquiring look.

"Um, your hair," he said. "I think it's fabulous and I commented on it to my mate but he said it's probably dyed. I told him there was no way anyone could dye hair that well and we finished up making a bet on it. It's only a beer, but I would like to win it. Ah, could you confirm if the hair is your natural colour."

He didn't lay it out quite like that. He blushed and stuttered and was plainly embarrassed but determined, and I got the drift of what he meant. I had no doubt whatsoever that his mate was standing back watching him make a fool of himself and laughing.

"Perfectly natural," I assured him. "It's a heritage from my Swedish ancestry. I'm glad you like it. Enjoy your beer at your mate's expense. Tell him I think you have a fine discernment in assessing things."

The man grinned and waved to someone, giving the thumbs up sign. I continued on my way, him stepping to the side to let me pass. I didn't think anything of the incident. I'd had similar pickup lines in the past and this guy didn't look as though he was going to push it any further. Not that he would have got very far. Not my type.

I'd just barely passed the man when this van pulled up just in front of me. The driver hopped out and came around to the side and opened up the sliding door on the side of the van. I noticed him doing it but it didn't mean anything to me. Why should it? People carry things in vans and open the doors to take things out.

They also open the doors to put things in, I found. I was moving past the van when I was grabbed from behind and the young man with the question was pushing me into the van, scrambling in after me.

The driver slammed the door, rushed around to his side, scrambled in, and drove off. It was all very neatly done. Unless someone had actually been watching no-one would have noticed. Just like that I'd been abducted.

The back of the van was shut off from the driver's partition and it was empty, apart from a long bench-like seat along one side. I could see hinges at a couple of spots on the seat and guessed it was also a storage compartment. When the van took off I automatically sat down and the guy who'd pushed me in sat down as well, but further along the bench, not trying to get next to me.

"Listen," he said, before I could turn on him, attacking him well and truly up there on my to-do list. "We're not going to hurt you, I swear. Me and Bob are not going to lay a finger on you. I just need you to see a friend of ours. We owe him and we think you'll be able to solve a little problem for us. That's all. After you've seen him we'll take you back to where we picked you up."

"Forget it," I snapped. "I'm out of here. If I have to, I'll jump."

"Ah, you won't, actually. Bob will have locked the door. Neither of us can get out until he unlocks it."

He seemed completely unconcerned when I tried to slide open the door and I found he was right. It was locked. I was stuck.

I sat down again, breathing threats of what would happen to any finger that they tried to lay on me. He just shrugged, lifting his hands in a hands-off gesture, supposedly to assure me of my safety. Somehow I didn't feel really safe.

We'd been driving for about fifteen minutes before the van pulled up. The driver hopped out and I could hear him calling to someone named Gordon, saying he should check out the back of the van. I then heard someone unlocking the van and the door slid open. This man, I assume he was Gordon, was standing there, and he zeroed in on me instantly with a somewhat startled, "What the hell?"

Gordon, from what I could see, was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. He was over six foot tall, well built, very solid looking, but not fat. Dark hair, which was neatly cut, tanned, and dressed in what I would describe as smart casual. His features were regular and he was quite distinguished looking. He did not seem to be the sort of man who had friends that were a pair of kidnappers.

The guy in the van with me started talking.

"Happy birthday, Gordon. Bob and me had been wondering what we could get you for a present and then we saw this chick walking down the street. We knew you liked blondes so I asked her and she swears that she's a natural blonde, so we grabbed her for you to play with for a while. Um, we've only borrowed her, though, so we'll have to put her back where we got her."

How nice. They'd only borrowed me and would put me back afterwards, as though I was a book from the library.

I used my eyes to laser Gordon to death but it didn't work. Unphased, he hopped into the van, telling the guy already there to grab Bob and beat it. He'd talk to them later. Oh, yes, he also thanked them very nicely for his present, it being so unexpected and all, but it was just the sort of thing he liked.

The kidnapper, I still didn't know his name, hopped out of the van, slamming the door and leaving me alone with Gordon.

"Hi," he said. "My name's Gordon. Sorry about this but there's just so much training you can give an idiot and I guess they never got the message about grabbing girls off the street. You are?"

"Sonya. I'd appreciate it if you'd release me, immediately."

"Sonya. Nice name. You've got the figure to make a great Red Sonya but the wrong colour hair. Maybe we should set up White Sonya as a rival comic book."

I just looked at him, waiting to be released.

"Hum," he said. "No sense of humour. Probably dropped it when the boys grabbed you, which is understandable. Don't worry about being released. I'll ensure that you're dropped off exactly where they picked you up."

He looked me over carefully before continuing.

"Well, I'm glad to see they didn't take your clothes off."

So was I, I can assure you, but they would have had a struggle. I wouldn't have submitted quietly.

"They wouldn't have fucking dared," I said, trying to put menace into my voice.

"Oh, they'd have dared, all right. Too dumb to know what they shouldn't do. And please don't swear. There's no need for it. Just say what you have to say without unwanted adjectives. The reason they didn't undress you is simply because they know I prefer to unwrap my own presents."

Arrogant pig. I didn't say anything. I'd asked to be released. I had nothing more to say. Gordon did.

"You're probably worried about what's going to happen. Let me say right from the start that I won't be having sex with you."

OK. That was a relief, but I still kept my mouth shut.

"Unless you ask me to, of course. I am a sucker for blondes. However, I am going to have to unwrap my present. The boys would be terribly disappointed if I didn't, after they've gone to all this trouble to fetch you here."

It took me a second to catch on to what he was saying and even then I couldn't believe his gall. He wanted me to strip?

"It will be a long cold day in hell before I take off even one fucking shoe," I said slowly but distinctly. "Your friends are going to have to put up with the fucking disappointment."

"Ah, your language. I did mention that I don't like it. Please don't slip up again. I don't want you to take your clothes off. Like I said, I prefer to unwrap my own presents."

"You wouldn't fucking dare," I said, my voice the merest whisper.

It turned out he would fucking dare. He was fast and he was strong. I'm not exactly slow and weak but he had hold of me before I could dodge and then he proceeded to undress me and there was nothing I could do to stop him. He just held me and undid everything that would undo, zips, buttons and catches, without taking a single item of clothing off me. 

With everything undone he started to remove my clothes. With nothing to hold them in place he found it simple to push and tug and gently pull on the different things I wore and one by one they landed on the floor of the van. It was frustrating, but there was nothing I could do to stop him. Whatever I tried he countered almost casually, and another item of clothing would bite the dust. 

It was not only frustrating, it was absolutely infuriating but, worse than that, it was also oddly exciting. I mentioned I like my men strong and he was showing his strength, both physical and mental. He had a very strong personality and it was hard to fight him.

Then I was naked and sitting on his knee, my hands held behind my back. I help my head high and back straight, defiant. I also, I must admit, held my head high and my back straight because that position prominently displayed my breasts, showing that they were young and shapely enough to stand out without support. (Bring on your pencil. I'd pass the test.) Mind you, I was slightly irritated to find that not only my breasts were standing out, but so were my nipples. 

Gordon only needed one hand to hold my wrists. His other hand slipped between our bodies and he unzipped himself, pulling his erection out of his trousers. I refused to look at it but I could feel it there, pressing against my side. He then reached up and lightly touched each of my nipples, sending little thrills through me.

"Very nice," he said as he touched them, and it was his turn to speak very quietly. "Are you ready for some hot and steamy sexual activity?"

"No fucking way," I said, determined to be defiant until the end.

"OK, but be sure to let me know when you are. In the meantime, while we're waiting, let's address the problem of your language. You don't seem to take hints that I don't like it very seriously. Let me explain my preferences another way."

The van seemed to spin around me and I found myself face down across Gordon's knee. I could still feel his erection pressing against my side, but it was now pressing in a different direction. I didn't want it pressing in any direction.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, and promptly wished I hadn't asked the question when his hand landed on my bottom.

It hurt. He had an enormous hand and it was as hard as a rock. It seemed to be covering my whole bottom and my whole bottom was stinging from the force of the spank.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I wailed, and wailed again as his hand landed again.

"I am trying to get through your thick skull that I do not approve of young ladies swearing," he said. "Six times you've have been gratuitously offensive with your language, and I did warn you several times."

His hand came down again. 

"I trust you're counting these," he said. "Once for each time you swore."

I wasn't exactly counting the spanks but I knew how many had landed. Intuitive knowledge perhaps, but the number was branded onto my bottom.

"It doesn't matter how many," I squalled. "That's enough. I've learnt my lesson. No more swearing. I promise." 

"It does matter," he contradicted, his hand coming down again. "Now that I've started I think I should follow through and do a proper job."

His hand came down for a fifth time.

"OK. That's it," I yelled hurriedly. "That's six. You can stop now."

Well, it was six when his hand came down again, along with a thoughtful comment.

"No, that was only five. Here's the sixth. And, of course, I have to give you an extra for lying."

At least that's the last, I thought as his hand came down again.

It turned out it wasn't. He kept right on paddling me.

"What are you doing? You said six," I protested.

"Well, yes, but that was for punishment spanks. Smarted, didn't they? These ones are more for fun spanks."

The current lot of spanks were a lot lighter than the first lot, I had to admit. Then I gave a shocked gasp. The current lot were also a bit careless on where they landed.

"Do you mind?" I protested when his hand slapped across my pussy, caressing it when it lifted away.

"No," he said simply, with his hand again landing on the same spot.

The hand that had been on my back holding me down moved at this point, reaching under me to start rubbing my breasts. Or breast, singular, I should say, as he could only reach one the position I was in. I started squirming about, promptly becoming acutely aware of the erection leaning against my side. I was rubbing it when I moved and he was probably enjoying it. But if I didn't move he'd assume that I wanted him to caress my breasts. And he was still giving me a light pussy spanking which was doing all sorts of weird and wonderful things to me. No. Scratch that wonderful. I didn't like it. I wouldn't let myself like it.

I couldn't help it, I squirmed, and to hell with it if I was stroking his cock as I did it. His hands seemed to be everywhere and they knew precisely what to do to get a reaction from my body.

The whole thing just wasn't fair. How could you tell someone to stop touching you when you couldn't use properly expressive language? Somehow, crying, "Oh please, sir, desist with your wandering hands," failed to carry the same message as, "Get your fucking hands off me or I will castrate you with a blunt penknife." If I tried the first I'd be a laughing stock and he'd ignore me. If I tried the second I'd be swearing and he'd spank me, which was how this whole touching thing started. Talk about being lose/lose.

I did try, though.

"Will you please stop smacking me down there?" I asked, a request polite enough to avoid penalty. 

He promptly stopped smacking me, didn't he? Oh, yes, he did. Now he was rubbing me and poking me, exploring my body in greater detail. I found myself twisting and squirming more than ever, trying to get away from those fiendish touches. For some reason, the idea of pushing myself off his knee and onto the floor of the van just never occurred to me. I just stayed where he'd put me across his lap, protesting feebly.

I was just a mess when he stopped, just lying across his lap, squirming ineffectually. The van seemed to spin around me again and I found myself lying on my back on the bench. He stood up, or as much as he could stand, what with the low roof, and stripped of his clothes. He was, I thought, a man who looked a lot larger when he was naked. Talking their clothes off diminishes some people. Not Gordon.

I was lying up against the side of the van. Gordon took my leg and just casually drew it of the bench, letting it dangle over the side, my foot on the floor. He was going to have sex with me. I just knew it. Oddly enough I also knew that if I said no, and said it firmly, he wouldn't. I tried to. Honest I did, but my mouth just seemed unable to form the word. 

So instead of me saying no and getting off the bench I just lay there, watching him move into position between my legs. He leaned forward, using his cock to gently stroke my lips, then settling in one spot and pushing firmly forward.

I could see his cock leaning against my lips. I saw them parting and closing around him, and I saw his shaft disappearing into my body, and all I did was watch it happen.

Well, that wasn't quite all I did. I also felt it happening, his cock gently invading me, taking me, driving firmly along my passage as though it had every right to do so. I wanted to say, "Oh, no," in despairing tones, but found myself saying, "Oh, oh, oh," in highly excited tones, each oh seeming to be higher pitched than the previous one.

Gordon sank his shaft deep, not stopping until it was fully committed. He paused at that point, looking at me to see if I was going to say or do anything. I was doing something all right. I was waiting for him to stop stuffing around and start getting with it. He seemed to sense this and started off.

Started off? Ha! I laugh. What Gordon did was collect on his birthday present. Then, seeing he was having another birthday next year, he collected on that. And on the next. He just kept right on collecting.

He started off at a nice steady pace and, seeing I was committed, I matched his pace, moving with him, and it was most enjoyable. After a while he increased his speed and I thought he was going for his end run. A bit soon, maybe, but I figured that with a bit of effort he could get me home. I anticipated too soon. This was just his new standard speed and I had to adjust to it and keep going, even though I was starting to think I was entitled to a climax.

So we're bouncing along at this new speed, and the whole van was probably bouncing along with us. I'm moaning and pleading and muttering silly little things, my arousal complete, excitement roiling my insides and turning me to liquid heat, my passions fully engaged and working with him.

This time when he sped up I knew it was his end run, and I was thinking, with what limited sense I still had, that it was about time and I was ready, ready, ready.

Not that he cared. Gordon settled down to another nice rate, banging away like he's got all day and part of tomorrow in which to finish. I have to admit I was starting to feel a little desperate. I don't know how he was doing it but he was keeping me just below the point where I would climax. I was clinging to him, my legs wrapped around him and he was driving in harder than ever and still I was waiting.

I gave up. I was, I decided, going to have my climax here and now and if he didn't like it, bad luck. I was clinging, bucking hard under him, putting my all into it and I could just feel that climax closing around me. That molten pool deep inside me was growing and it was going to burst its banks and flood me and I didn't care. 

Then it was all fire and fury and I was screaming and Gordon was groaning and taking me even harder, his own climax triggered by mine, and he was spilling his load just as fast as he could.

Eventually I gathered enough breath to ask a question.

"What happened to I won't be having sex with you unless you ask for it?"

He had the gall to look surprised.

"Be fair, Sonya," he said. "With a figure like yours of course you were asking for it. Your nipples were out there signalling their readiness and your pussy was definitely ripe. How could I do anything else but try to satisfy your needs?"

What could I say? Nothing that would dent his arrogant hide. 

I glared at him and he just laughed, propped up on the bench next to me, idly running his hand over my breasts, lightly teasing it. I couldn't even work up the nerve to push his hand away. Besides, it felt nice. 




The Present



"What now?" I asked him.

"Well, I suppose I'm going to have to let you get dressed and take you home or to wherever you want to go. I'll drive you. Don't worry about the others."

I still had my bag with me and fortunately I keep a packet of wet tissues in it. I wiped myself down and dressed. Gordon was already dressed. 

"Before we go," he said, "I'll need your phone number." 

"Why?"

"I'll be having birthdays in the future. Besides, I'm entitled to presents on Christmas day. Optionally, I should get presents at Easter, Halloween and Thanksgiving. They're lots of days when I feel entitled to receive a present. I even give myself presents at times, just because I want one."

"Well, if you want my number, ask someone who know it," I said, smiling sweetly.

Do you know what the arrogant man did? He grabbed my phone and sent himself a message, giving him my number. And he pointed out that I now had his number.

"Why would I want your number?" I demanded.

"You may want to make a booty call," he said. "If you do I'll be happy to oblige."

Can you believe that? Did he really think I might call him? He probably did. I probably would. I do like strong-minded men.



The Present



Turning thirty was something I had dreaded for years. The closer I got, the more it bothered me. When you’re in your twenties, you can still act like a kid to some extent, and sometimes get away with it. But I viewed thirty as the ‘end of the world.’ Perhaps, somewhere in my mind, thirty represented the absolute end of childhood and, despite my successful lifestyle, my loving, passionate wife and nice home, I still feared aging.

A few nights before my birthday, my wife Allison asked what I wanted this year.

"You only turn thirty once," she had said.

"Thank God for that," I replied. "How about getting ten years back for me?"

"You’d prefer to be twenty again?"

"Of course," I answered smoothly. "I never wanted to grow up in the first place, much less get older."

Allie lay next to me in thoughtful silence, caressing my chest.

"So what were you doing when you were twenty?"

I thought back to my college years, remembering the keg parties, the women, the all night studying sessions, the women….

"Mostly I was studying and fucking anything that moved," I told her.

"Hmm," her hand slid lower beneath the sheets. "Good thing I didn’t know you back then or I might have been jealous."

This brought a smile to my face. Allison didn’t have a jealous bone in her sexy, slender body. Many times we had gotten adventurous with other couples, I had shared her with my best friend, and she had set me up with one of her friends and watched as I fucked the girl half to death.

To say we had a happy marriage would be a gross understatement. I let my thoughts return to the present as her hands and lips made her intentions apparent.

As she kissed her way down to my growing member, taking it lovingly into her soft, full lips, I reached over with both hands and lifted her onto me, lowering her moist folds gently onto my mouth. As I nuzzled her little blonde patch, she let out a little moan, which became a throaty sigh of desire as I began probing at her heat with my tongue.

Allie was flowing with wetness as my explorations located her clit, rubbing methodically with my tongue and lower lip. Her pleasure translated into a full body squirm as she moved her knees farther apart, pressing herself more insistently into my mouth. At the same time, she changed her behavior from playful licks, kisses and teasing slurps into a more concentrated effort, taking my manhood deeply into her mouth, caressing my balls as well.

My hands wandered her body as I let my tongue probe deeper into her and occasionally move across the tight dryness of her anus. Perhaps sensing my intentions, Allie whimpered with lust, raising her knees further. While I returned my attentions to her clit, I felt inside the headboard cabinet for what I knew would send her into a frenzy. Finding the vibrating silver bullet with little difficulty, I slipped it into her vagina first, then pushed the dripping toy firmly against her quivering sphincter. A little insistent pressure and I felt the bullet move slowly inward as Allie groaned her acceptance into my rock hard flesh. 

I pushed the bullet in as deeply as I could, lodging it in right behind her cervix, then followed the cord down to the remote, giving it a test buzz. My wife’s beautiful body stiffened and shuddered as she came up for air, letting out a guttural moan of primal pleasure. Her hips were grinding rhythmically over my face as she slumped forward again, taking my cock deep into her throat and pulling firmly on my balls. 

As my climax approached, I placed my hands on her breasts and lifted her off my cock into a sitting position on my face, knowing her first orgasm was imminent. At the last possible second, I triggered the bullet again and crammed my tongue as deep into her as I could, leaving her screaming in ecstasy.

As her moaning subsided, I turned off the little remote controlled vibe and helped her back down onto the bed, where she lay on her stomach panting and staring at me in animal lust.

When Allison had regained her composure, she reached out weakly for my throbbing meat. The look in her eye said ‘I need this inside me and I need it now.’

I raised myself onto one elbow, gazing down on my beautiful wife, then reached over and tugged the cord still trailing from her perfect ass. She gasped and stiffened again, clenching my meat with her tiny hand and fixing me with a withering look.

"You’re not playing fair." she sighed. I gave her my patented devilish grin and turned the vibe on again for a few seconds. She quivered for another moment, then managed to crawl up to the headboard and raise herself up to her knees.

"I need you now," she whispered hoarsely, grabbing my hand and thrusting it between her legs. I was amazed at her wetness. I had been considering the silver bullet trick for quite some time, wondering how well my strongly anti-anal wife would handle it. I was really enjoying the results.

I moved up behind her as she knelt, grasping the headboard, moving against her and waiting for her to guide me in. There was something very arousing about seeing that black cord coming from my bride’s creamy bottom. I draped the remote over her shoulder to hang perfectly between her breasts as she reached under and brought my manhood to her dripping love tunnel.

I pressed my erection a little way into her tight wetness then paused, teasing. Allie immediately arched her back and shoved back against me, taking my length in one long thrust. She shuddered again as the tip of my rod found her cervix, mashing it against the solid intrusion deep in her rectum. She expertly shifted her position for the greatest comfort, then began grinding her hips in slow circles, bringing me ever closer to the breaking point. I placed my hands firmly on her hips and added a thrusting counterpoint to her circular dance as she snaked a hand down to find her clit. I could tell by the way her muscles were gripping me that she must have been getting close again.

As her breathing became ragged and her moans changed to an intense, detached mewing from the back of her throat, I bent at the waist, laying my chest against her back, and reached into the headboard for her favorite vibe. I slid its cool plastic shaft down her belly, inviting her to take it. As Allie snatched it away, I turned my attention to her neglected breasts, kneading and squeezing them brutally, just the way she liked it. Her breath became a primitive grunt as she applied the slender vibe to her clit, making sure to buzz the base of my cock as well. 

I continued brutalizing her sensitive breasts and thrusting hard into her as we both drove steadily toward satisfaction. But for Allie, tonight I was shooting for total sensory overload. I wrapped my arms around her, folded my legs and fell backwards, pulling her from the headboard, down on top of me, both of us face up. She immediately had both hands in her crotch, working herself into a lather with her slim vibrator and I was running my hands over every inch of her lithe body from thighs to throat.

As her orgasm began to crest, I grabbed the little black control box lying between her breasts and thumbed it to full power, feeling her body clench tight as I thrust into her as hard as I could. Allie could feel the vibrations from both toys as could I at the base and head of my penis, sending us both over the edge in an explosion of carnal delight. 

"Oh, God," she screamed. "Oh… God… Jason, I’m… coming… so… hard…."

I greeted the morning with sullen silence, feeling the specter of thirty pressing down on me from a mere two days away. This year it would be a Saturday, which would not help matters. At least if I were at work, I could keep my mind off of it for eight hours. This year I would get to mope around the house all day, watch a little baseball, check my e-mail and so on until late evening when Allison would do her best to make this birthday memorable. It would start with all my favorite foods, served by a striking blonde wearing only a black apron, followed by a gift or two and then whatever erotic pastime my creative bride could come up with. Last year it had been naked ‘hide and seek,’ culminating in a new sexual episode in every room in the house. 

The year before that, Allie had been sick with the flu, so she had arranged for her best friend Jackie, a recently divorced brunette with incredible breasts, to service me while she watched.

That morning as we showered, Allison thanked me for a record breaking session and told me that she liked the bullet trick so well that she didn’t mind the discomfort involved with removing it. I wondered how long before she would let me try filling her perfect bottom with my own bullet, but considering my size, I wasn’t holding my breath. I already knew that after last night’s escapades, I wouldn’t be getting any more until my birthday.

The problem was one of basic compatibility. Allison was barely five feet and weighed in at a whopping ninety pounds. I was six-three and a solid two hundred with a thick seven inches for her to brag about at the salon. In college I had been with a tiny girl that wanted as much cock as she could get crammed into her and come back for more, while the five foot nine captain of the girls’ Lacrosse team would run screaming from anything over six inches. I had concluded that, much like men, women were all built differently. Since marriage I had never had Allison twice in the same night, and rarely on two consecutive nights. A good extended session would leave her sore for days and I strove to make every session a good extended one.

And so Thursday trudged by without any noteworthy incident and Friday started off much the same. Then Friday evening, much to my surprise, Allison came into the living room in a black teddy, popped a porno into the VCR and crawled into my lap.

"What are you doing," I asked, more than a little incredulous.

"I want you," she stated calmly. "Is that a problem?"

"Not really," I answered casually. "It’s just that tomorrow’s my birthday and I sort of figured…."

"Oh, not to worry, my darling," she purred. "I’ve got other plans for you tomorrow night."

I was sure the intrigue and confusion showed on my face, but Allie quickly took my mind off my questions and back to the matter at hand. She kissed her way down my neck and chest, deftly undoing my jeans with one hand. She freed my already stiffening member and lavished it with deep wet kisses, tonguing my balls and nibbling the insides of my thighs. When my need had gown to fullness, she unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and stepped up onto the couch, throwing one leg over the back and shoving her tasty little snatch into my face. I breathed in her sweet, musky scent and began to pleasure her while I listened to the intro music of the fuck flick.

It wasn’t long into the movie that I realized this was a title I had not seen. Allie came on my face, then slid down into my lap, sitting sideways so she could watch with me. She skillfully captured my tool and slipped it inside her, moving with a slow gentle rhythm.

She kept me at a fever pitch, but wouldn’t finish me off as we sat through the entire movie – one she had picked up especially for my birthday. Every scene involved bondage, anal, double penetration and lots of toys. Every chick took something in the backdoor. Allie came twice during the movie.

When the credits were rolling, she calmly got up, turned off the TV and led me to the bedroom and sucked me back to diamond cutting hardness. Then she grabbed a bottle of lube and slicked up her ass, and then mine. She threw my legs over her delicate shoulders and licked at the head of my cock as she inserted the silver bullet into me. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but I quickly forgot about it as she pushed it in behind my prostate. When she turned it on, only my heels and shoulders were touching the bed. 

Turning it off, she handed me a slender, heavily textured jelly vibe and turned around, straddling my chest, offering up her pretty pussy and glistening slicked up ass. I felt the warmth of her mouth engulfing my meat again as I gently worked the slippery toy into my lover’s tight backdoor. The vibrator was only about six inches long and nowhere near my thickness, but being able to watch this little tool sliding deep into my wife’s ass was more than I could handle. Allie swallowed every drop of what felt like a gallon.

After a brief cool-down, she brought me back to life with a combination of mouth and silver bullet, then got on her hands and knees beside me.

"Come over here," she whispered. "Put this back in my ass and DP me."

I was speechless but obedient, kneeling behind her and working the slick jelly vibe back into her waiting ass. I then rose to my knees, feeling the tug of the cord still hanging from my own ass. Allie reached beneath her and snagged the cord, giving it a playful tug, then followed it to the control end. In retaliation, I thumped the base of the jelly vibe, then turned the base to low as I crammed my thickness into her waiting vagina. She gasped and let out a labored moan, as her cervix was once again assaulted from both sides. The walls of her tunnel were clamping down on me like crazy as I leaned forward, assuring that the vibe and my cock plowed deep with every stroke. 

Allie was screaming her appreciation into her pillow, her hands fluttering around in mute witness to her ecstasy. As my urgency built, she seized the control for the bullet and cranked it full on, causing me to slam into her with a power I was certain would be painful. But my girl never missed a beat, meeting each thrust with relish. She came a mere second after me as I turned the jelly vibe all the way up and fired my last round of the night, then collapsed beside her, the bullet still humming away at my prostate.

Allison carefully removed the little silver egg and lovingly cleaned me up, then gently removed the jelly vibe and wiped it down. When all was done, she snuggled up to me and gave me a deep kiss.

"Are you alive," she asked with a smile.

"I think so," I croaked, feeling almost paralyzed with exhaustion and pleasure.

"Good," Allie said, pointedly. "Just had to make sure you would survive tomorrow night."

My last thought as I drifted off to sleep was, "If this is foreplay, I am a dead man."

Saturday morning proved to be a most delightful torture. Allison woke me with a full-body tongue bath, followed by breakfast in bed. She then bathed me, washed my hair and shaved me, all the while wearing black thong panties and on of my white tee shirts. Needless to say, my girl looked divine in a wet tee shirt.

But Allison evaded all but the most innocent advances, sidestepping my grabs and giving me coy looks with a ‘better-be-good’ shake of her finger. She puttered around the living room, bending over as much as possible, showing either her perfect backside sporting that maddening strip of black nylon, or giving me a great view down the front of her shirt at those perky little tits.

After serving me a light lunch, she started my birthday cake and laid a beautifully wrapped gift on the coffee table. It looked about the size of a sweater box, so I guessed she had gotten me that cashmere cardigan I had seen at the mall.

I teased her about only getting me one present and that a world-class lover like me deserved at least three. Her only reply was a mock angry look, which she punctuated by stripping off the tee shirt and returning to the kitchen to start dinner topless.

When she called me to the table, she served me, brushing her breasts down my arm, then she crawled onto the table, curled up in front of me and told me to eat every bite. Thankfully, dinner was light as well. When I questioned the spare portions, she said, "It’s not a good idea to eat heavy before you exercise."

I raised an eyebrow at that, but she batted it back with another coy smile.

After dinner, Allie danced for me while I enjoyed a brandy and cigar. I watched with longing as the candlelight played along her slim curves, her supple body swaying to the erotic music.

When she had worked me into a lather, running her hands seductively over her creamy skin, she picked up the brightly wrapped box and placed it ceremoniously in my lap. She continued to dance as I unwrapped the package to reveal two long nylon straps with Velcro bands at the ends, a slender strap-on dildo and a blindfold.

The look I gave her must have been pretty amusing for, when I looked up in confusion, Allie giggled playfully, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She lovingly undressed me and ordered me to lie down. She slipped back out to the living room, returning with the box of new toys, which she mischievously dumped in my crotch. She made sure to ‘accidentally’ grab me more than once as she sorted though the items, then she hesitated.

"Um, Jason," she began. "You should probably go to the bathroom. You’ll be in here for a while."

I nodded in confused silence and rose from the bed. My wife assessed my nakedness with an approving eye, then gave me a little swat on the ass and said, "Hurry back."

I took as little time as possible, padding across the bedroom to the master bath, all the while wondering what was going on inside that woman’s creative, yet devious, little mind. I peed in record time, stepping back out into the bedroom to find it brightly lit with candles. Knowing Allison’s thing for symbolism, I was certain there were thirty glowing tapers scattered around the room. Allie was in front of the closet, taking out her itty-bitty black ‘man killer’ dress. Hearing my return, she ordered me back onto the bed without even looking at me. 

As I lay back down, I noticed the heavy nylon straps dangling from beneath the mattress, one head, one foot and most likely the same on the other side. As I got settled, Allie sat primly next to me and leaned over me, giving me my first real kiss of the day. Her hands caressed my face, neck and chest, then wandered out along my nearest arm. Then suddenly I was caught. I felt the nylon binder close on my wrist, then she swiftly moved to my near ankle, securing it in similar fashion. 

A casual stroll around the bed, another deep kiss, and my other arm and leg were secure. Allie propped a couple of pillows under my head, slipped another fresh porno into the bedroom entertainment center and finished dressing.

The video’s intro boasted two full hours of pure kink and Allie watched absently as she smoothed her dress down her hips and adjusted her bust line. I felt pure lust as my gaze shifted from the TV to my wife’s perfect ass, peeking out from under the inadequate hemline. It drove me crazy to think she was leaving me here tied to the bed while she went who-knows-where in a slip of cloth and a g-string.

But she stepped into her black spiked heels, told me to enjoy the movie and moved to the door.

"Oh," she turned back to me. "Those straps are crossed under the bed, so don’t strain yourself for no reason. I’ll be back later."

And with that she was gone.

The slight stir of air from the ceiling fan was enough to keep me rock hard as I watched two solid hours of the kinkiest smut imaginable: two guys double-stuffing the pussy of a tiny redhead as she howled in either pain or ecstasy, two girls with strap-on’s DP-ing a third while she sucked the fake phallus of a fourth, bondage, candle wax, nipple clamps, shaving, water sports, fisting – the list went on and on, and I watched every second in lustful silence, afraid to blink. My cock throbbed in anticipation of whatever Allison had planned for me.

The movie had been over for at least an hour and my excitement had long faded to curiosity. I gave a tentative pull with my right arm and felt the tension increase on my left ankle. So that’s what she meant. I had toyed with the idea of working my arms free from under the top of the mattress, but Allie was smart. Thank God she was on my side. At least, at this point, I hoped she was.




The Present



A few minutes later, I heard the car out front, followed by all four doors closing. Now I was getting interested. I heard whispers and giggling in the living room and then Allison came into the bedroom with a magnum of Dom Perignon and five glasses. 

Okay, I thought, we’re gonna party. Probably Mike and Sarah with their little bisexual house mouse – what was her name? Or it might have been James and Patty with James’s infamous cooler of beer. I had no idea. I soon found out that I wouldn’t know until the last minute as Allie set the tray on the dresser and put the blindfold securely over my eyes. I felt her kiss me long and slow, then felt her move off the bed yet again, opening the door. I could hear and smell the visitors, though I still had no clue as to their number, gender or intentions. I listened as they undressed, strained to interpret muffled whispers, prayed that Allie wouldn’t keep me waiting much longer.

I started as the champagne bottle opened with a pop, then smiled inwardly at the squeals and giggles produced by the foam splattering on the floor.

All female, I thought. This should be very interesting. A wet finger brushed across my lips and I licked at the sunny taste of the sparkling wine.

"Remember me, Jason?"

The throaty voice in my ear was Jackie’s. The pieces were falling into place. Allie had gotten Jackie and at least two other girls to come to my ‘party.’ I was liking the way things were turning out.

In the other ear, the voice sounded like Allison.

‘I always wondered if Allie was telling me tall tales. Now I see she was holding back." This was Andrea, Allison’s twin sister, my sister. I had entire volumes of fantasies dedicated to my lovely wife and her equally lovely twin. Andy was just out of college with her Master’s and still hadn’t settled on one guy. It was enough to make me want to move to Utah.

Next came the familiar voice standing at my feet.

"According to Allison, you’ve had a few fantasies about me as well, Mister Holley." This was the soft, sultry, ever-mocking tone of Theresa, my secretary.

The fourth voice belonged to Annette, my ex, the one I was dating when I met Allison.

"Hi, Jason. Long time no, uh… see."

This was the punchline. Now all four women giggled and squealed at Annette’s little joke.

Allie’s lips met mine, tasting wetly of expensive champagne. Even blindfolded, I knew my wife’s kiss. Her voice was soft, seductive in my ear. "Tonight, my love," she whispered, "we live out a majority of your fantasies." She rose, reclaiming her place at my right hand. "Isn’t that right, ladies," she continued. "Tonight, my Jason’s fantasies fall like Custer’s army."

"Hear, hear!" they said as one. Allie elaborated.

"Tonight, Jason, you get my best friend, my sister, your secretary, your ex, and…" she grabbed the blindfold from my face with a flourish, "you get to sacrifice your first virgin."

On my right was Allison, still in her black thong. Near my right foot was Jackie, wearing a sheer black teddy that was straining to contain her ample breasts. On my left was Andrea in the match to Allie’s thong, her platinum blonde curls cascading over her shoulders to her waist. Down from her was Theresa in an emerald green silk kimono, barely long enough to hide her treasures, the green a stark contrast to the deep almond of her Asian skin. Sitting on the corner of the bed by Theresa was Annette, striking as ever in athletic gray briefs and sports bra.

And there in the center, between my restrained feet was Kelly, the check out girl from the market, wearing white cotton panties and my favorite Oxford shirt, her blossoming breasts pushing the fabric out to reveal her pale skin and fine young lines. I was speechless. She was a mixture of lust, nerves and intoxication.

"H – How…." I tried but the question would not form.

"This might help." Allie held out the micro cassette she carried for interviews and thumbed the ‘play’ button. The voices were hers and Kelly’s, heard clearly over the beep of the price scanner and the shuffle of canned goods.

"So that tall guy with the ponytail is your husband?"

"Yep." Allie’s voice sounded a little cocky.

"Oh my GOD! He is so gorgeous. I hope I find a guy that’s just HALF as fine as he is. Y’know I’m saving myself for the right guy, but I think you got to him first." Then Kelly’s self conscious laughter.

"Honestly, sometimes he’s more than I can handle. Maybe you’d like to borrow him sometime." I could practically hear Allis’ devious, calculating grin.

"Oh my God, don’t joke. I would crawl through broken glass for a man like him. Oh please tell me you’re joking or I’ll, like, totally freak."

"Are you really saving yourself?"

"Oh, well I’ve fooled around some, y’know, oral and stuff but I’ve never, you know…."

"And how old are you?"

"I’ll be nineteen on Saturday. Oh my God you’re not joking are you?"

"Here’s my card. Call me on my cellphone tomorrow after nine, okay?"

"Ohmigod, ohmigod… Absolutely I’ll call you!"

"Good, I might make your birthday one to remember."

"Oh my God. Thirty-seven twenty-three. Do you have any coupons?"

Thirty-seven twenty-three. I had seen that check stub. That conversation had taken place on Tuesday. Kelly’s birthday was the same day as mine. Allie clicked off the tape and raised her glass.

"To my wonderful husband Jason on his thirtieth birthday. May all his dreams come true. Tonight."

Another ‘Hear hear,’ and they all raised glasses. After a long pull on her champagne flute, Allison started. "Oh, Jason," she exclaimed. "I’m so sorry darling, we forgot you. Jackie, will you get Jason a drink of champagne?"

I watched as Jackie unsnapped the crotch of her teddy, sliding the silky material up her sides and tucking it into the deep v-neck. I looked down in the candle light to view her smoothly shaved mound and full, pouting outer lips. She knelt on the foot of the bed and shook out her long, full black tresses. Then she crawled slowly, lustfully up my body, draping her dark curls over my naked skin. She crawled all the way up to my face, lowering her gorgeous, bare snatch over my mouth. She hovered, just out of my reach, letting me breathe in her sweet, heady aroma that I remembered so well from two years earlier.

Jackie slowly leaned back, giving me the view of a lifetime. She then licked two fingers and slicked up her divine loins. Allie took the champagne bottle from the dresser and carefully placed it on my chest, while Jackie raised herself to her feet and lowered her hot flesh onto the bottle. She gasped as its cold glass neck slipped deep into her steaming cunt, then leaned back carefully on her hands, raising the bottle off my chest. Allison reached up to help, tipping the bottle up to fill Jackie’s tunnel with icy, bubbly nectar, eliciting another gasp. 

Jackie bit her lip and whimpered softly as she shifted forward again, watching as Allie eased the thick green bottle from her dripping crotch. She quickly lowered her quivering folds over my mouth, groaning loudly as my hot tongue searched out my drink. The flow of cool liquid nearly choked me as the combination of bubbles, cold and my expert tongue made Jackie groan with release. She rode my face for several minutes, coming twice more before rolling off to my side, snuggling and purring softly, caressing my chest.

"Neat trick," I whispered, still licking my lips.

"Learned it in college," she cooed, smiling sweetly. "Glad you liked it."

A tap on the shoulder and Jackie was off the bed, replaced by Allie and Andy. The pair kissed their way up and down my body, giving my throbbing tool double attention before going their separate ways. My wife began to ravage my cock with her talented mouth while her sister offered me first one small, sensitive nipple, then the other. Her crotch was soaking wet by the time she pushed it forcefully into my mouth, ordering me to suck her clit. As she gasped out her first orgasm, sounding eerily like my wife, she slid her wet folds down my belly, lowering herself onto my straining pole.

She was tighter than Allie, her moves different, but there was something unbearably erotic about fucking a woman so different yet identical to my wife. I held out as long as I could, firing an ocean of hot seed deep into my sister.

Jackie had reclaimed her place at my side and eagerly accepted Andy’s pussy on her mouth, lapping hungrily at my come as it flowed out of her fine blonde snatch.

Allie snuggled up on my other side, whispering to me that Jackie had often fantasized about her. Letting her have Andy was sort of a thank you gift. I had suspected that Jackie was bi- from the way she’d kept eyeing Allison that night so long ago. I also knew that Allie wouldn’t be able to handle fucking her best friend. It would just be too complicated after that. Jackie considered Andrea a feasible alternative and it gave Andrea the chance to experiment. From what I could tell as I watched them, Andrea’s curiosity was more then satisfied.

Theresa climbed aboard next, slipping the green silk kimono from her breathtaking Asian body, then curled up between my legs and sucked my balls into her mouth. She rolled them with her tongue until she had my wilted manhood back at attention, mounting me and riding with abandon, clawing my chest and wailing in carnal bliss. Her long black hair whipped at my face as she thrashed around, impaled on my spear.

During the action, Jackie and Andy had changed position, sprawled across my chest, locked in a sixty-nine sweeter than any I had seen before. On second glance, I saw that Jackie was now wearing the strap-on dong and Andrea was throating it with abandon.

As I looked up, Annette was shedding her briefs and bra revealing the lean athletic body I so fondly remembered. She walked up onto the bed, placing her feet firmly under my arms and began to dance, swaying her hips as I gazed up at her neatly trimmed auburn bush and perky, round breasts. My exhausted cock twitched as I remembered the feel of that tight, toned pussy grabbing at it. She danced lower until she was brushing her burning loins across my lips, never letting me get a decent taste. Then suddenly she was dancing upward again, helping Jackie and Andrea back to their feet. 

Moving slowly and precisely, Annette captured my still rising staff and squirmed down onto it, leaning forward until we were eye to eye. I watched an uncertain expression cross her face as she clenched her muscles tightly around my shaft, then relaxed them slowly. Suddenly, I felt another intrusion and realized Jackie’s latex phallus was pushing its way in with me, stretching Annette’s pussy to its limits. 

Annette’s eyes widened and she gasped in fear and surprise as Jackie began to hump forcefully from behind. She held my gaze with effort, moaning loudly with each stroke. The term ‘hurts so good’ drifted through my mind but was quickly forgotten as I concentrated on matching Jackie’s strokes. Annette came all too soon under the assault of two dicks at once, and Jackie took the opportunity to demonstrate her phallic skills to Andrea, bending her over in my crotch and mounting her from behind. Andy moaned into my cock as Jackie brought her off, whispering dirty talk into her ear and pulling her hair.

My wife finished her champagne and walked calmly across the bedroom, taking Kelly by the hand. She coaxed the nubile redhead to the foot of the bed, giving her a soft, almost maternal kiss on the lips and helping her out of my shirt. Kelly’s eyes darted around the room as she folded her arms self-consciously around her still developing body. The poor child was literally awash in a sea of prime flesh – it was no wonder she felt self-conscious – but to me, at that moment, she was the loveliest creature I’d ever seen.

Allie gently lowered Kelly’s hands and helped her out of her panties as the other girls respectfully vacated the bed. Kelly’s body was slender and pale, her breasts small but showing great promise, a generous triangle of dark red hair hiding her secret treasures. She began to protest nervously, but Allison hushed her gently with a finger to her lips and another soft kiss. Allison then looked to her other compatriots who quickly freed me from my gilded cage and filed quietly out of the room.

I sat up, rubbing feeling back into my hands. Kelly took a step back, eyes locked on my erection. I smiled my most charming smile and patted the bed next to me as my wife, her sister, her best friend, my ex and my secretary slipped out. Kelly shuffled around to my side, sitting stiffly, her eyes wide with terror.

As the door closed, I gently put my arm around her waist and softly spoke to her.

"That was very sweet, what you said about me," I whispered to her reassuringly.

"Oh my God," she whispered shakily.

"You’re so pretty," I breathed into her ear as I carefully stroked her hair. Kelly rolled her eyes, looking away. I read the feeling of inadequacy and quickly countered.

"Oh, don’t get me wrong, Kelly," I began. "Every one of those women are beautiful, sexy, expert lovers, but that doesn’t change the beauty I see right here, right now."

She turned back to me, her eyes confused.

"But those girls are like… fuck!" she sighed. "And I’m just…"

"Any one of those women could make a good living as a porn star," I smiled, "but they’ve lost a quality that you have in spades."

"What?"

"Innocence," I answered. "Youth. No matter how gorgeous they are or how accomplished they may be, they’ll never be virgins again and they’ll never be nineteen again."

Kelly gave that some thought as I ran a soft hand down her shoulder.

"Before long," I continued, "You’ll look like any one of them, able to seduce any man that crosses your path. But tonight, you and I get to share the most precious thing there is."

"My cherry," she sighed as my hand traveled down her side and onto her thigh.

"Right," I replied. "And I also get to set your feet firmly on a path that will lead you straight to a membership in that exclusive social club waiting out there." I nodded toward the bedroom door.

This drew a blank look.

"Sex goddesses," I winked, causing her to giggle softly. Her tension seemed to melt away as we laughed together. Suddenly she was in my arms, kissing me hungrily, her hands exploring my body.

I pulled her down next to me, kissing back gently, caressing every inch of her young body, stroking the folds between her legs until she whimpered out nervous appreciation. I brought myself over her, kissing my way down her small, sensitive breasts. Her supple body squirmed beneath me in anticipation of the events at hand. I continued a torturously slow journey down her body, intentionally missing her sweet smelling pubic mound, all the way to her delicate ankles, then worked my way back to the prize.

As my tongue searched out her secret places, she whimpered louder, spreading her legs for me. I kissed and licked gently, bringing her to the edge and keeping her there for several minutes before sending her crashing over into the yawning abyss of ecstasy. Her orgasm came out as one long, loud, shuddering moan.

As I kissed my way back up to her face, she gasped, "Oh my God, the guys at school have a LOT to learn!"

I smiled knowingly as I lowered my spear closer to her waiting cleft, keeping eye contact, laughing with her. My distractions were successful until she felt me move into her an inch, then the angst returned to her eyes. I felt her tense, then try to relax as my throbbing bone met resistance.

"I already know it will hurt," she whispered. "But I know you’ll make it good for me."

I smiled down at her, then kissed her deeply, capturing her tongue and nipping it gently as my cock pushed through her maidenhead. As her surprised gasps changed to sighs, I knew the ‘distraction method’ was a winner. By surprising her with a little pain somewhere else, she hadn’t felt the amount of pain she had expected inside her.

I moved slowly onward into her unbelievably tight loins as she continued to gasp and sigh in happy disbelief. Her eyes grew wide as she slowly realized how long seven inches really was and I grew amazed that her petite body took it all without complaint. As I hunched forward filling her completely, I felt the firm bud of her cervix flick across my tip and she squealed in surprised delight.

That was all the encouragement I needed and I began to move slowly against her clit, nibbling her neck and kissing her passionately. Her legs wrapped tightly around me and she clawed at my back unmercifully as she let out short grunts and squeaks of pleasure.

The combination of my arousal and her tightness would have been more than I could handle if I hadn’t already come several times. Thanks to Allison’s careful planning, I was able to go as long as she wanted, bringing her off twice more beneath me before she asked to try something new. I quickly brought my knees up under her, lifting her into my arms and sitting up cross-legged, holding her tightly to me. She screamed out another intense climax as I raised and lowered her on my thick root. Stopping to catch her breath, she untangled herself from me and got on all fours, her beautiful, round bottom just inches from my nose.

"So, do you like my ass," she giggled.

I let out an animal growl of agreement and gave her a playful slurp up the middle as I rose to my knees behind her, sliding easily back into her vice-like tightness. Allison must have told her that I always come in this position, but Kelly surprised me with how much she knew about me when she found Allie’s vibrator and applied it perfectly to her clit and the base of my cock. I picked up speed with my thrusts as I felt the last of my seed warming to the occasion, grunting my pleasure with each stroke. 

I grabbed her hips and thrust hard, aiming for her tender cervix with every assault. She dropped face first into the pillow, screaming in lust and working her clit with both hands as my command performance neared its finale. Suddenly, her extra hand reached beneath and grabbed my balls, tugging in time with my thrusts. I roared into the night as my come boiled out, filling her tight space, then collapsed next to her, thoroughly spent. She dropped across my chest, heaving and mewing her approval of my abilities.

"I always hoped," she said between kisses, "that I would give up my virginity to a man like you. Imagine my excitement when Allison said I could lose it to you. I’ve wanted you ever since the first time I saw you, Jason."

"Happy to oblige," I breathed, exhausted. "You’re a fantastic lover, Kelly."

She smiled at that, snuggling close to me and sighing in absolute sated bliss.

"Not up for another round, are you?"

I laughed out loud, secretly wishing I could have this girl all night, and pulled her close to me as the rest of the party came back in with applause.

Allie sat on the bed next to Kelly, stroking her hair and asking how I did.

"He’s incredible," she sighed sleepily. "Can I have him again sometime?"

Allison gave me an accusing look, then smiled down at her. "Call me sometime, maybe we’ll double-team him."

Each of them gave me a lingering goodbye kiss as they gathered up their things and parted one by one, Kelly kissing me last, whispering her hope that she would see me again soon.

Allison returned to the bedroom, covering me with the sheet and slipping in next to me. I vaguely remember mentioning that I would remember it forever.

My loving wife laughed, holding up a VHS cassette, saying it should be easy to remember since she got the whole thing on tape.

My last thought as I drifted of into exhausted slumber was, "I wonder what she’s got planned for next year?"



The Present



Retro turned to Siren and handed her a gift wrapped box. "Go and unwrap it in the toilet" he told her as the seatbelt lights pinged off. 

Grinning broadly Siren unbuckled her belt and stood up, pausing she bent down and kissed him full on the lips, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Slightly breathless from the kiss she whispered "what is it?" 

"Wait and see." 

Retro watched her walk down the aisle swaying her hips slightly more than normal, she had a definite attitude to her walk. He noticed some of the other passengers watching her as well, and grinned to himself. She'd told him she was going to dress up for him and she had. The short miniskirt and high heels showed off her legs beautifully, teamed with a blouse and jacket, she looked dressed to kill. 

Siren opened the toilet door and squeezed in, she couldn't help wondering to herself how the hell anyone managed to join the mile high club in these poky little places. Excited she tore the wrapping off the present. A plain brown box emerged with a note taped to the lid. 

Darling, 

You're to insert this up that gorgeous pussy of yours and arrange the cord in such a way as to be easily accessible to me. 

Lust you 

Retro 

"A cord?" she muttered to herself looking suspiciously at the box. "What have you bought me, you naughty man?" Grinning at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes shining with excitement she opened the box. Laughing out loud she took out the egg shaped vibrator, with a wire attached to it with a switch. "Hmmmm" she mused turning the switch on. The egg vibrated in the palm of her hand, it had quite a strong vibration but hardly made a sound. Relieved that it wasn't a noisy toy, Siren pulled her skirt up and slid her stockings halfway down her thighs. Standing with legs slightly apart she pushed the egg up herself, it felt strange at first, not uncomfortable, just strange. It was quite a large egg and fit snugly inside her. Pulling the cord under her skirt and past the waistband she arranged it so that the switch could be activated easily. Unable to resist she turned it on "Oh my!" she gasped out loud. Realising that she'd been rather a long time in the toilet and some poor passenger might be standing outside wondering what the hell she was doing, she quickly turned the egg off. Smoothing down her skirt she opened the door and promptly bumped into the man standing outside. "Sorry" she muttered too embarrassed to look him in the eye and hurried to sit back down again. 

Retro watched her hurry back and grinned when he saw she was blushing. She was also giggling to herself. "I left the box in the toilet" was the first thing she said as she squeezed past him to sit down. 

"So?" 

"Well this man came in after me to use the toilet, he's going to see your note" 

"So?" 

"Well he's going to wonder what the hell I have up me." 

"Do you think I care?" Retro smiled at her "where is it?" 

"Up me." said Siren looking slightly puzzled. 

"No blondie, where's the switch" said Retro shaking his head. Sometimes she could be incredibly dense, amazing really, for such a smart woman. 

"Oh" Siren laughed and pushed aside her jacket. There clipped to the waistband of her jacket was the little switch. 

"Have you tried it?" Siren nodded about to say something when a stewardess stopped by their seats. 

"Anything to drink?" 

"I'd love a coke" said Siren closing her jacket hurriedly and trying to look nonchalant. 

Retro chuckled to himself and put his arm around Siren's waist. He slipped a hand under her jacket and felt for the switch. He felt her tense and look at him with wide eyes. "Don't you dare" she muttered under her breath. He turned the switch on and felt her jump slightly. 

All Siren could concentrate on was the buzzing deep inside her. It was the most amazing feeling and she couldn't help but close her eyes. Retro nudged her and she opened her eyes slightly dazed. "Huh?" 

"Your coke, Mam" said the stewardess for the second time, wondering what was wrong with this woman. She thought to herself that she'd better keep her eye on her, she was looking slightly flushed. All she needed on this flight to Durban was some woman getting sick. 

"Thank you" said Siren accepting the drink and then realising her tray wasn't out yet. Looking helplessly at Retro she took a sip of the drink whilst she tried to get her tray down. 

"Need some help?" 

"No." said Siren slightly annoyed. 

Retro grinned again, she was so independent. Liked to think she didn't need anyone's help or assistance. He watched her battle for awhile and then took pity on her and switched the egg off. Accepting his drink he sat back and sipped it. 

"You're wicked, you know that?" hissed Siren in his ear when the stewardess has moved off and she had finally got the tray down and could put her drink on it. 

"Does it feel good?" 

"Of course it does, but did you have to turn it on just then?" Retro just laughed and continued to sip his drink. 

Retro whispered in Siren's ear "I'm the only one allowed to touch that switch." To demonstrate Retro once again put his arm around her waist and turned the switch on. Only this time he turned it on its lowest setting. "Does that feel good?" 

Siren smiled and nodded. A little disapointed that he hadn't turned it on full. Then again she should have known he wouldn't. He did love ot tease her and he somehow always managed to make her beg, no matter how hard she tried not to. 

Retro finished his drink, put it on Siren's tray and put his tray up. Moving his seat back he made himself more comfortable. "Wake me up when we get to Durban" Closing his eyes he heard her mutter something under her breath. 

"What was that?" he asked without opening his eyes. 

"Nothing." 

Retro slid his hand under Siren's jacket and turned the switch again. The vibration was stronger now, not enough to cause any major distraction but enough to make Siren want more. 

Siren sipped her drink and shifted in her seat. She didn't know where the egg was positioned, but it was definitely causing the most amazing sensations, and she wondered why she hadn't got one of these before. She looked at Retro and contemplated tickling him to get a reaction, but thought better of it. There was no knowing what he'd do if the mood struck. It was on of the things that thrilled her so much about him. These games they played were nice because even though he managed to get the better of her most times, he never made an issue of it or gloated. It was mutual enjoyment every time. 

Siren noticed the man from the toilet grinning at her as he walked past. She blushed and looked out the window, not that there was much to see, lots of clouds and nothing else. 

"Would you like another drink?" the stewardess asked quietly removing the dirty glasses from her tray. She was relieved to that her passenger wasn't looking quite so flushed, although she did seem to move around a lot in her seat. Probably scared of flying, she thought to herself. 

Siren turned aware form the window and smiled at her. "No thanks, I'm fine. Really great actually, I haven't been to Durban for such a long time that I"m really looking forward to it." 

The stewardess smiled in return and hoped she'd shut up soon, she had a lot of work to do before they landed and she really didn't have the time for small talk. "Your husband must be very tired to be sleeping at this time of the day." She looked puzzled when the woman burst out laughing. 

Retro, who'd kept his arm under her jacket the whole time, turned the switch on full and surreptitiously removed his hand. 

Siren gasped and jumped in her seat. 

"Mam, are you alright?" 

"I'm fine" Siren managed to say whilst trying to find the switch. She couldn't concentrate when it was on full and wondered vaguely to herself what type of batteries were in this thing, because it was unbelievably powerful. She found it but turning to look at Retro she thought better of it. She left it buzzing inside her and hoped like hell she wouldn't leave a mark on the seat. She could tell she was getting very wet and exceedingly turned on. 

The stewardess moved off collecting more glasses. 

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Siren whispered in Retro's ear taking the oppurtunity to run her tongue lightly along the inside of his ear. Moving her hand up under his shirt she found his right nippple and gently raked her nails over it. "Hmmm, I love touching your body." 

Retro battled not to react, which was made more difficult by Siren taking his nipple between her two fingers and squeezing it slightly. Giggling quietly she started to kiss his cheek and nibble along his jawline. Retro felt a stirring between his legs and shifted slightly to make himself more comfortable. 

"Am I getting to you?" 

"You always do." 

Satisfied Siren stopped playing and sat back, she was getting used to the vibrations inside her and could concentrate a little better. 

"Though you needed the toilet?" 

"Oh yea." 

"You are to go to the toilet, when you are finished I want you to touch your clit" ordered Retro "You may not orgasm, you're only allowed to rub yourself three times, then you're to turn the egg off. Understand? Oh and another thing, you may not wash your hands, I want to be able to smell you when you come sit down." 

Siren obediently stood up and moved to get past him. Trapping her between his legs he pulled her down onto his lap "I forgot to mention, you're to remove your panties as well and put them in your jacket pocket." 

"But.." 

"No buts, just do it." letting her go he watched her walk down the aisle. He was enjoying this immensely and knew she was too. He'd never been like this with anyone else. He'd had a satsifying sexlife, but this woman brought out a naughty streak in him he'd never known he had. There were so many things he wnated to try with her, just the thought of it hardened him slightly. He wondered how she was doing in the toilet. 

Siren cheated slightly, she had no idea how she was going to go to the loo with the egg still buzzing, so she turned it off as soon as she got inside. She was quite relieved to have it stop. It was a great feeling but she was getting to the point where she needed to orgasm desperately and didn't know quite how she was going to last the rest of the flight. She hoped he didn't turn it on again soon. 

Standing up she flushed the toilet and the noise reminded her of a flight taken with Cassie. She smiled fondly thinking about how scared her daughter had been of the noise that the toilet made. 

Reaching down between her legs she touched her clit. It was so sensitive but felt really good. She moistened her finger by running it several times over her pussy and inside herself. She felt the egg and positioned the cord a little bit more comfortably. She was extremely wet and moving her hand back up to her clit rubbed in a circular motion. She wished she could rub herself till she came, she knew it wouldn't take much to get herself off, but she didn't. She rubbed herself three times closing her eyes and enjoying the sensations her fingers were giving her. She wished they were Retro's fingers, he had a way of touching her that sent her to heaven and back. Bringing her fingers up to her face she smelt them. 

Adjusting her clothes she turned to open the door and sudently remembered. "Sorry" she muttered to the woman outside as she hastily shut hte door again. Laughing at the expression on the woman's face, she slipped her stockings off and pulled her panties down. Grimacing at how wet they were she rolled them in a ball and pushed them into her jacket pocket. Smoothing her stockings she opened the door again. 

"I'm really sorry" 

The woman just glared at Siren ans went into the toilet. She sniffed, strange smell in here she thought to herself and made a mental note to write a letter to the airline to complain. 

Siren returned to her seat to find Retro reading the inflight magazine. 

"Everything ok?" 

"Everythings fine, I'm as horny as all hell, but otherwise great." Siren grinned cheekily. 

"They're in your pocket?" 

"Yep, want to see them?" Siren dared as she reached into her pocket. 

"Sure." 

"Damn you" muttered Siren knowing he knew full well she'd never take them out of her pocket. 

Grinning at her Retro took her hand and brought it to his mouth. Her smell was strong and his body reacted to it. Turning to face her so that he was facing away form everyone else he took her finger in his mouth and slowly sucked on it, tasting her. He was overwhelmed by a desire to lift her skirt and run his tongue slowly over her clit, down to her pussy and bring her to orgasm right there. 

Siren was concentrating so much on the feel of his mouth on her finger that she didn't notice his other hand moving under her skirt. 

Siren became aware of Retro's hand moving up her thigh and she parted her legs slightly, holding her breath wandering just what he was up to now. Retro stopped sucking on her finger and taking her hand lowered it to his lap. 

"Turn the egg back on" he ordered, running a finger over her pussy lips. 

"Please no more" Siren moaned quietly "I can't take much more of this" 

"Oh yes you can and you will, now turn it on" he smiled at her taking the sting out of his words. His finger slipped between her lips and touched her clit. He heard her intake of breath and felt her hand involuntarily squeeze his thigh. "Does that feel good, my darling?" 

"Please touch me harder, please" she begged in his ear… not caring where she was, all she could concentrate on was the feel of his fingers on her pussy. 

"Have you turned it on?" 

With shaking fingers Siren found the switch and turned it on. 

"On full." 

Siren moaned again but obeyed his orders and turned the egg on full. The familiar buzzing started deep inside her and she closed her eyes unable to do anything else but concentrate on the feel of the vibrator and Retro's fingers teasing her clit. Retro looked around to make sure that they weren't being observed he had no desire to become the object of some voyeur's perverted pleasure. Ensuring that no one was taking any notice he moved her hand in his lap till she covered his cock. 

Siren rubbed her hand over his cock, loving the feel of his hardness through the trousers, she wished she could take it out and feel his skin on hers but she was powerless to do anything but whimper quietly as his fingers took her to places she hadn't known possible. The combination of the vibrator and his fingers were too much and she knew that she would orgasm soon. All the internal stimulation she'd already had, coupled with the situation was just too much. 

Retro watched her bite her lip as she always she was trying to control herself. He moved his fingers faster over her clit and knew that she was going to climax, he contemplated taking his fingers away but then he thought better of it. She'd been a really great sport up until now and deserved a reward. Moistening his finger with her juices he moved his finger once more over her clit and felt her whole body tense. 

Siren couldn't hold off any longer, she clamped a hand over her mouth and felt her orgasm, for the first time she orgasmed by someone else's touch alone, and it felt amazing. She could feel herself contract against the egg, a feeling which she only ever got when she played with her clit vibrator. Slowly her senses returned and she realised that she'd gripped Retro rather hard. 

"Oh sorry," she blushed as she let go. 

"Was that nice?" he asked removing his hand and smoothing her skirt down just as a passenger walked past up the aisle. 

Siren just nodded unable to say anything yet. Her whole body tingled and a sense of wellbeing had spread over her body. She rested her head on Retro's shoulder and gave him a hug. 

"Hmmmm, I want that again sometime" 

The plane touched down at Durban International Airport, and Retro stood up to get their bags from the overhead compartment. Siren smiled at him as she stood up too and spontaneously hugged him, and kissed him deeply. Knowing that she wasn't one for open displays of public affection, Retro was taken aback alittle but enjoyed the kiss immensely, their tongues entwined and he couldn't help his hand travelling down to squeeze her arse pulling her tightly against him. His cock responded to the feel of her body against his and he knew she could feel how hard he was. The events of the plane trip had turned him on enormously and he was in dire need of gratification. 

Siren pulled back from the embrace and laughed "we're going to be the last ones on this plane if we don't make a move." 

Retro looked around and noticed that most of the passengers were already off. Grinning he grabbed their bags and followed her down the aisle, enjoying the view of her legs and backside as she walked ahead of him. 

The stewardess smiled at the two of them and thought wistfully to herself how nice it would be to go away with someone whose company you enjoyed, as much as these two obviously did. 

The taxi pulled into the hotel forecourt and Siren excitedly got out forgetting to wait for her door to be opened for her. "Oh what a beautful hotel" she exclaimed looking at the building. The hotel had an old world charm about it, and was renowned for its good food and hospitality. "I remember my brother stayed here once, he raved about the place" she carried on.. turning around to face Retro, who'd helped the driver retrieve their suitcases from the boot. 

Retro couldn't help but be amused by her enthusiasm, sometimes she could sound just like a young child at Xmas time when greeted by a tree with dozens of presents lying beneath it. Her enthusiasm was catching and he felt ten years younger. "Come on darling, lets go check in and unpack." 

"Oh I have no intention of unpacking" purred Siren in Retro's ear as they walked in the hotel to the reception area "but I do have every intention of thanking you personally for this wonderful holiday" as she said it her warm breath tickled his ear and sent goosebumps all down his body. His body reacted to her tone and he felt a stirring in his pants. She always had this affect on him, it didn't matter where they were or what they were doing, she just had to look at him in a certain way, or laugh and he'd get turned on. 

"You're in room 7, that's just down the hall, to the left. Yusuf here will show you the way" 

Thanking the hotel manager, they picked up their shoulder bags and followed Yusuf down the hall. Siren slipped her hand into Retro's and unable to contain her excitement, giggled and whispered "do you think they do room service, 'cos I don't see us making it down to the dining hall." "Oh what a beautiful room" exclaimed Siren as she stepped into the room. An enormous fourposter bed dominated the room. "Oh I've always wanted one of these, with the curtains the whole shebang." Siren flung herself onto the bed and lay there utterly content. "This place is wonderful, oh thank you for bringing me here" 

Retro tipped Yusuf and shut the door. Turning round he gazed at the woman lying on the bed. He wanted to make love to her right then, hard passionate sex. He didn't think he could hold off for much longer. Moving towards her he started to take his jacket off. 

Siren sat up and grinned wickedly "soon honey, very soon but first I want to put on a little show for you. Please sit down over there" She pointed to a chair opposite the bed. Retro sat down and removed his shoes and socks. "That's right sweetie, make yourself comfortable." 

Siren then knelt on the bed with her legs slightly apart, tossing her jacket aside, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse letting it fall open, revealing a very pretty lacy black vest. Shrugging the blouse off her shoulders, she ran her fingers down her stomach and then up again, this time running her fingernails over her breasts, paying attention to her nipples, that hardened at the touch. Retro was close enough to be able to see them slightly through the lace and the sight of them hardened him instantly. He longed to take one in his mouth and suck on it, while rolling the other one between his fingers. He half rose off the chair but she motioned him to sit down again. "I haven't finished yet." Crossing her arms in one fluid movement she removed the vest. Her nipples puckered at the coldness of the air and wetting her fingers she played with them for what seemed like an age. Closing her eyes in pleasure she just knelt there playing with her breasts.. the soft white flesh, and the coral pink of the nipples. Just as he was about to get up and push her roughly down on the bed, Siren stood up and turned around, bending over she pulled her skirt slowly down over her arse and down her legs… revealing a pair of stockings and a smoothly shaven pussy. Staying in that position she ran her hands up between her thighs and then around over her arse. Slowly she ran a finger down the crack of her arse till she came to her pussy lips, sighing out loud she touched her clit, wetting her finger with her juices. So caught up in the feelings her fingers were creating, she didn't notice that Retro had stood up and was removing his trousers. 




The Present



Retro couldn't take it any longer if he didn't feel her hot wet pussy wrapped around his cock soon he was going to explode. Without any warning he grabbed hold of her thighs and guided his cock into her pussy. 

Siren put her hands on the bed to steady herself and moaned out loud as Retro's hard cock filled her. She was thrilled by what he'd done and the suddeness of it only turned her on even more. She was so wet that she could feel it trickle a little bit down the inside of her thighs as Retro pumped in and out of her. She knew that he wouldn't last too long but then again she also knew that she wouldn't either. She took one hand and frantically rubbed her clit pushing back to meet him thrust for thrust. 

Retro felt his balls tighten and he turned his head to watch them in the dressing table mirror. The sight of his cock thrusting in and out of her combined with her fingers rubbing herself so vigorously pushed him over the edge. He moaned quietly to himself as he felt the familiar sensations of an orgasm wash over him. All the pent up emotions of the last couple of hours came out and he closed his eyes as he continued to pump into her holding her hips tightly as load after load of cum filled her sopping wet pussy. 

Siren bit her bottom lip as she felt Retro increase the pace, oh how she loved it when he went hard and fast like this. Her fingers moved more quickly on her clit and she gasped as she was taken by surprise by the intensity of her orgasm. Having already cum once today she hadn't really expected to cum again. She lost all awareness of where she was so totally focused on the amazing sensations happening between her legs, that she didn't realise Retro had stopped moving until she heard his quiet chuckle. "Hey blondie, you still with me?" 

Collapsing in a heap on the bed he held her sweaty body close to him. 

"My goodness you were awesome" Siren panted trying to catch her breath. "That's my second orgasm in the space of a couple of hours. I could get used to this."



The Present



I have to admit that my wife, Joline, has always been more adventurous than I, especially sexually. First let me describe her. She's about 5'8" tall 140lbs., long, flaming red hair, large, soft brown eyes, freckles all over her body, a magnificent derriere, and 36c breasts with large pink areola and nipples. She's a goddess who can turn the world on with her smile. She has introduced me to things I never thought I'd try, like exhibitionism, and mild bondage and discipline. But last week on my 30th birthday I was introduced to a whole new level of sexuality. Earlier that morning, before I left for work she promised me a night that I would never forget and did she ever deliver! 

Any way when I returned home that evening I found a note on the kitchen table that asked me to shower and then to wait for her in the bedroom undressed. I day dreamed my way through the shower wondering what she had in mind, then I dried off and waited patiently on the bed as she had requested. After a short time she entered the room wearing her sexiest black negligee. The mere sight of her made the blood rush from my head. She approached the bed and told me to just close my eyes, lie back on the bed and extend my arms over my head and she would take care of everything. I acquiesced, blissfully thinking of what she might do to me when I felt the cold steel being put around my wrist and heard it being snapped around the bedpost. I was startled for a moment and then I just decided to go with the flow and offered up my other wrist, which she skillfully tied to the other bedpost with one of my ties. She said to just keep my eyes closed and that she would tell me when to open them. 

When finally I was allowed to open them, I received the shock of my life. There to my horror at the foot of the bed was a naked man with what looked to be a 7 inch erection and my wife standing there with the video camera. 

"What the . . ." I managed to stammer out.

"Relax," she said. "Remember last month when you asked me what it felt like to be fucked by a man? Well my dear, tonight you're gonna find out. This is my second cousin James, he's gay so I asked him to do me this favor. And he said that he would love to bust your cherry."

I struggled to get up, but it was no use because of the restraints on me. My head was spinning, my heart was pounding in my throat both from the fear of trying to take something that large up my ass and the excitement of trying to do so. 

Finally I calmed down enough to speak. "Alright but only under 2 conditions. That he wear a rubber and that he stops when I say to stop."

"Okay," James spoke up," where's the condoms and the k-y jelly?" 

Joline just pointed to the nightstand beside our bed while holding the camera to her eye and recording everything. James got out a package, opened it, and unrolled it down his shaft with a little difficulty because of its size. That dick had to be over 2 inches in diameter. 

James saw my trepidation and tried to calm me down. "Relax," he said, "you'll be fine."

He put a pillow under my ass and told me to bring my knees up and to spread them wide. I complied, at which point he climbed up on to the bed and liberally smeared k-y on his condom and his middle finger. He added a little more jelly to his finger then he ran his lubed finger around my asshole. After a few moments he pushed his finger inside. The coldness of his finger with lube felt very strange but not uncomfortable. The he stated to slowly push his finger in and out and to move it up and down and from side to side, trying to loosen me up for the main event. I think that I even began to enjoy it a little. 

"You sure are tight," he said, "but you'll make it." 

Then he withdrew his finger and climbed up on the bed till his face was directly over mine. "Are you ready?" 

I replied yes, at which point he placed my ankles on his shoulders and put the head of his prick at my rear entrance. Slowly, carefully, he began to push forward. I felt my sphincter stretch to the limit trying to accommodate this intruder. He struggled to get the large mushroom head of his cock inside me and I felt a sharp, burning pain down there like I was being ripped apart. 

"Stop!" I cried. 

I felt the invader quickly withdraw from my nether regions. My body was trembling and my legs were weak from the shock of the pain. But James wasn't about to let me off that easily. After a few more moments to let me calm down, James once again placed the tip of his cock against my asshole. He looked down at me and I said "okay." 

Once again I felt his cockhead push past the objections of my sphincter and into my rectum. This time there was a little less pain. I looked up at him and weakly nodded my consent. I could feel inch after inch of his dick slowly sliding into me, stuffing my bowels. I began to feel a deep, severe cramp as my rectal walls strained to contain his massive prick. But I gritted my teeth and held on. I wasn't about to quit now. Finally I felt his balls grinding against my ass, I knew that I had taken all of him into me and breathed a small sigh of relief as the pain subsided slightly. 

I looked over at the far side of the bed and I could see that my wife had completely stripped off her negligee and was fingering herself with one hand and trying to hold the camera up with the other. James began to slowly pull his cock out and push it back in. 

My god, I was being fucked up the ass by a man! As I started to relax somewhat I began to appreciate James cock a little more. I could feel the softness of the large dickhead as it massaged my prostate, forcing open my rear passage, penetrating my being. And I could feel the power and firmness of the shaft as it filled my rectal cavity with its' pulsating warmth. As he withdrew I could feel the cold emptiness left behind as my bowels collapsed around it trying desperately to hold onto their newfound intimate lover. My head was spinning, I didn't know whether to scream out in agony or ecstasy. I only knew one thing, that I had to have that dick inside of me. 

I looked over at Joline and straight into the camera and begged. "Fuck me. Please fuck me!" 

That must have sent Joline over the edge. I saw her knees buckle and she almost dropped the camera. That was all the encouragement James needed. He started pounding into me like a jackhammer. It seemed like a tortured eternity, filled with pain and bliss, and fear and great desire all mixed up in my emotions. But it must have only been a minute or two before he began to tense up and said "I'm going to come!"

He withdrew from me leaving behind a raw, gaping, empty hole. The relief I felt at that instant was ... indescribably wonderful, probably the closest to what a woman's orgasm feels like that I will ever experience. He ripped off his condom and I opened my mouth to let him know where to deposit his load. He began to climb farther up the bed toward my face and just when his dick got near my chin he let go. His spunk landed all over my face. I took my tongue and licked up all I could to show my appreciation. I had never tasted another man's ejaculate. It wasn't bad tasting, just a little bit salty and slimy I thought to myself. 

When he had finished cumming James climbed down off the bed and my wife came over to remove the handcuffs. He began putting his shirt back on but I said, "wait there's one more thing." 

"What is it?" he asked.

"I want to deep throat you." 

Joline couldn't believe her ears. "My, you are a dirty little slut aren't you? How do you feel?" 

"I feel . . . I feel like a bitch in heat, like a cum thirsty whore," I replied, shocking even her.

When I was released I knelt down on the floor in front of James and took his rapidly hardening dick into my mouth. I marveled at the size and velvety texture of the purple cockhead as I swirled my tongue around it happily lapping up the drops of precum from its' tip.

"It'll be easier for you to take all of it in if you get up on the bed and hang your head over the side with some pillows under your shoulders and neck." James said.

I did as he asked and he came up beside me and stuck his dick in my face. I tried to suck it in, to lube it up with my saliva. 

"Easy," he said, "don't get greedy, take your time."

I slowed my pace and he began to push into my mouth little by little. About 5 inches in I began to gag and started to worry that he was going to cut off my windpipe. I fought off that reflex and allowed him to push his dick down my throat till his balls were around my nose. Slowly he began to withdraw and I breathed a sigh of relief as he backed out of my throat. Then he started to push back in. We continued this way for a few more moments and then he began to pick up speed. I did my best to keep sucking and breathing at the same time and to not injure him with my teeth. Now he was fucking my mouth almost as hard as he had my asshole before. This time it seemed to take forever for him to cum and my jaws and throat were getting very tired and sore. Thankfully, he finally came and I sucked in every precious drop of cum that I could. James just breathed heavy and closed his eyes as I cleaned his prick with my tongue. Finally James looked at his watch and said "I've got to get going but it's sure been nice knowing you."

Dazed, I just nodded affirmative. James grabbed his clothes and shoes and put them on and left without another word. I sat up on the bed and Joline came over and sat down beside me.

"You've certainly had some night. What do you have to say for yourself?" She said. 

I said nothing. I just grabbed and French kissed her, transferring some of the remaining cum from my mouth into hers. She acted shocked but I could tell that she really loved it. That night we made love with a ferocity of passion we had never known before. My throat was sore, my asshole was burning and my bowel movements were loose for three days afterwards. But damn, was it ever worth it. 

Now when we want to get into the mood we just bring out our video tape and watch it. Tonight I see that Joline brought home an 8 inch strap on dildo. I can't wait to find out what she's going to do with that.



The Present



The morning dawned clear and cold. I rolled over, feeling the flannel sheets rub against my naked form, and looked for you. As usual, you had left for your morning run, leaving me alone in the bed, the sun streaming through my window, lighting on the hunter green bedspread. I rolled over a little, and could still smell you on the pillow. 

I breathed in the warmth of your scent on the sheets, and smiled softly. It was then that I saw the note you'd pinned to the pillow.

I studied your forceful handwriting, and was instantly curious about it's meaning. The note said "My lil J, today is your special day. I've got a treat for you. Be sure to shave carefully, and be ready for me when I arrive home. I will bring dinner, and arrive at 7 sharp."

My cock twitched, as my mind ran through a number of interesting possibilities. I had no clue what you had planned, but knew that you've been expanding your horizons recently. The months that we'd spent sharing one home had changed both of us some. I had become more competitive, and aggressive, and you've become a bit more open.

I flipped off the covers, and padded off to the bathroom to shower and begin my day. I saw the signs of our usual daily 'power play'. You'd moved my shampoo, conditioner and soap to the furthest corner of the shower. I laughed, and turning on the hot water, began to switch things back, muttering something about "my house, my bloody rules. I keep my stuff HERE damnit," laughing softly as I mutter.

As I begain to move your things, I noticed another note. This one simply read "I know what you're doing. Your clothes are laid out in the spare room." I laughed heartily, knowing that this was a step up from our usual game.

I showered as quickly as I could, making sure to VERY carefully shave myself. When I felt smooth, and ready for you, I stepped from the shower, and walked naked to the spare room. We'd turned it into a small playroom, with a pool table, and some other...toys hanging on the wall. I shivered lightly, looking them over, and imagining the uses we'd put them to, and will continue to. My arousal was growing, but I had HOURS to kill before you'd be home.

Your chosen outfit was very tame. I was a bit surprised. There was a black tshirt, black pants and brand new bright red silk boxers. I dressed in the chosen outfit, and came downstairs to make some breakfast. 

The day passed in a blur, my eagerness growing with each passing moment. Each tick of the clock brought you closer to me, and I knew and loved it.

Finally, 7pm arrived. I heard your key in the door, and ran to greet you. My jaw hit the floor when I saw how you were dressed. I saw a total vision of slutty beauty. You were wearing a tight red mini skirt, one that was so short it showed off the tops of your thigh high fishnet stockings. The black leather boots that encased your legs came halfway up your thigh, fitting skin tight, and highlighting the curve of your perfect calf muscles. You had on a red matching sport bra, tight against your chest, showing off your perky erect nipples. I could almost smell your arousal as you saw my reaction to your outfit.

I took a moment to look you up and down, from your hair, worn short and bouncy, to the high heels on the bottom of the black leather boots, and just stepped forward, my lips locking onto yours, tasting you, and feeling your tongue probe my mouth.

My fingers danced across your flat stomach, teasing your tight muscles there, and flicking my fingers across your navel ring. I gave it a little tug, and pulled you even closer. My cock was grinding into you, pressing against your waistline, digging into you and begging for your attention. You slid one hand down and began to stroke me through my pants, slowly sliding your fingertips over my cock. I could feel it, and moaned into the kiss.

I stepped back from you, your hand beginning to work the zipper of my pants. You smiled coyly and just said "and did you dress as you were told, mine?"

I guided your hand into my pants, letting you feel the silk that was encasing me. You simply smiled.

You zipped my pants back up, growling lightly as you did so. Your hand left my stiff cock, and took my hand. You lead me to the big leather chair that I love so much, and pushed me into it, slowly coiling your body atop mine. I could feel your desire, and your pleasure at being this close to me. 

As you smiled at me, your eyes took on THAT look. I know it well, it means that you have a surprise for me, and always a surprise that I will like.

You said, "Tonight is your night. I'm yours, I shall do whatever you like."

My eyes opened wide, and I knew that this was not all you had planned. With a surprised look, I leaned into you and kissed you deeply. "There could be no better present, my dear."

Our lips locked in a mute embrace, our tongues teasing each other, slowly flowing back and forth, tasting each other, and sharing our love. I put my hand in your hair, grabbing it in my fist, and pushed you down, crushing your lips into mine, moaning softly into our kiss. I could feel your body react, melting into mine, and accepting, loving the force of the kiss.

I pulled from the kiss, and smiled wickedly. "I think that you should put on a little show for me, dear one. Strip. Make it erotic and turn me on," my voice taking on the tone of command that drives you wild.

You uncoiled yourself from my lap, and took a step to the side. Your lovely ass was mere inches from my face, and I reached out with my tongue, tasting the leather of your mini-skirt, feeling the firmness of your perfect ass pressing against my tonuge. As you bent over, folding yourself almost in half to adjust your leather boots, I could see your pussy poking out from under your skirt. My fingers found their way to it, lightly rubbing your clit. You moaned softly, and took a step away, "I thought I was stripping for you," you said with a wicked grin.

I just laughed, and waved my arm to let you continue. At that moment, there was a soft knock at the door. I cursed in a whisper, hating that we have been interrupted. You just smiled broadly, and said "good, the rest of your surprise is here."

You answered the door, and I watched your lovely ass sway, knowing that you're adding a little extra wiggle for me. I heard a woman's voice as you answered the door, she was teasing you. "I'm glad that I'm not working the street any longer, nobody would go for me with YOU around," she said with a laugh. I couldn't see you at the front door, but heard your lips smack, and got even harder thinking of you kissing her.

"Who's that baby," I asked, hoping. You simply laughed, and said, "she is our toy for the evening. This, my dear, is Tina. She and I are here to treat you like a king, and serve your desires."

My jaw dropped again, and Tina walked across the room, gently lifting my chin up and laughing softly. She turned around slowly, pushing her tits up at me, and then caressing her ass. Her little black dress appeared to be painted onto her. Every little curve on her was being shown. 

"You have chosen well, my dearest. Her tits are lovely," I said with a wicked grin. Tina laughed, and you walked up behind her, and begain rubbing her nipples through the fabric of her dress. "Yes, very firm and big, aren't they, my J," was your very evil reply. 

I looked up, saw the sight of you nibbling on her neck, and asked, "You're sure?" You began to nibble on her ear, whispering something to her.

Tina stepped forward, and sat in my lap. She giggled wickedly, and began nibbling on my ear. She said, "Your lovely woman has given me rules. No kissing me, and while you MAY be able to fuck me, you may not cum in me. That belongs to only her." I laughed and said, "Well, Tina, then settle in for the show. My sweetest one was just about to put on a show for me. You too should enjoy this."

Tina curled her hands around my neck, pulling it into her, and began licking slowly. I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she said, "well well well, you have quite the hot lil slut, don't you?" 

I chuckled into her hair, and said, "Yes, she's the best." 

Tina laughed and added, "This should be fun. It's been a while since I have fucked such a well toned woman."

My eyes lit with mischief, and I just said "Maybe she will be fucking you. Don't get TOO presumptious, slut."

Tina's eyes rolled back in her head, and she begain stroking my cock. I looked up and could see you reaching down to rub your pussy. I smiled, and said, "Lift the skirt. Let Tina see what you've got going on down there."

You blushed a little and pulled your skirt up over your waist. The leather creaked a bit as you pulled it against your tight stomach. I reached forward, slipping my fingers between your smoothly shaved pussy lips, reaching all the way to your clit, rubbing gently. My fingers toyed inside you for just a moment, before I grinned wickedly, and looked at Tina. "Would you like a taste of this lovely pussy," I asked her. She eagerly pulled my fingers into her mouth, sucking my fingers clean.

She looked over at you, and simply moaned at your taste. "It's the sweetest little cunt ever, isn't it Tina," I asked with a wicked laugh. She just nodded.

I saw you unzip your skirt, slowly pulling it down, showing off your perfectly shaved pussy, the little stripe of hair just above your clit was already showing signs of wetness. As she saw it, Tina shifted in my lap, clearly enjoying the show.

I slid my hand down Tina's stomach, feeling her warm flesh, and lifted the bottom of her black dress, showing her pussy to you. As I slid over it, I could feel the silk thong that was covering her, and pushed it aside to make sure that you had a clear view of her. 

You stared into her pussy, and said, "You should see this. Her clit is already swelling for us."

"All in good time my K. I want to see all of you first," was my reply.

You laughed softly and stepped out of the skirt. You turned around, bending over to show me your perfectly firm and toned ass. My cock ground into Tina, giving her an idea how much I cared for you, and how horny you always made me.

"Your man certianly enjoys the view," she said.

You laughed in reply, "well, of course he does. This body is well worked out, and he is always on about it."

She laughed and reached between her legs, lightly rubbing her swollen clit for you. "Stick your fingers in, let me see you fuck that hot little pussy," you order her.

I can feel her lean back further, and look down over her shoulder, seeing her fingers disappear into her wet pussy, her fingers coming out shiny and then diving back into her. My cock throbs against her ass, pressing into her crack. 

I watch you pull your skin tight sports bra off, showing your tits, standing perfectly proud, round, with erect nipples. I whisper to Tina, "Lovely, isn't she? Every little crease and muscle on her body is just amazing." 

Tina simply smiled in reply, "I'm not too bad either." She pulled her fingers out and offered them to you. "Taste me," she said.

I watch you suck her fingers clean, seeing your clit swelling, and reacting to the taste of her pussy. "How is it," I ask. 

All you can do in reply is moan. 

"Hmm don't want you getting TOO into women, My dear. Why don't we watch her strip now."

I reach around Tina's body, and pinch her clit, and use my pinch to stand her up. Her skirt is still up around her hot little ass, and I can see the thong bisecting her fleshy globes. I offer her a little spank and she jumps and yelps slightly.

I pat my lap, and watch you curl up into me, the leather of your boots rubbing against my skin through the pants. I can smell your wet pussy, begging for attention. I slip my finger over your clit and begin rubbing you ever so softly as Tina strips for us.

I whisper into your ear, nibbling lightly on it, "thank you, dearest, this is a lovely gift." You just smile and moan at the touch of my fingers on your clit.

Tina begins moving her luscious hips to the music, slowly peeling the dress off her shoulders, showing us her grand tits. The nipples are very large and begging to be sucked on. I push you forward, and watch as you slowly take one into your mouth. Tina moans and pushes the dress off. She stands there, leaning back, savouring the touch of your tongue on her stiff nipples.

I reached around you with one arm, and the other between your legs, letting my forearm brush against your wet, swollen lips, and pulled off Tina's thong.

There I sat, my lover naked in my lap, our playtoy showing that she's completely shaved hairless, and wet and aroused for us. I smiled, and said, "So, it's my night to be treated like a king? I think that one of you should go draw me a bath." Tina smiled and asked where to go. You pointed her in the right direction, and then locked your lips onto mine. I watched your eyes follow her up the stairs.

You looked at me, blushed slightly, and said, "I want to fuck her for you. Will you let me?"

"Of course baby. We can break out that new toy we just got," I reply with a grin.

"Oh, my. You really want to watch me FUCK that slut, don't you?"

"Yes, baby. I want to see you use that whore with your new plastic cock, but first, you two should bathe me and wash my hair," is my laughing reply.

You practically leap out of my lap and bolt up the stairs. I can hear you whispering with Tina, planning your strategy, or maybe just teasing each other more. You called down to me, and had me join you in the tub. 

As I get to the large bathroom, I see the two of you at the sink, playing with each other's tits. I stood there and watched a few moments, before I spread my arms out and told you both to strip me. I watched closely as you dropped to your knees, playing with my button and zipper, and Tina stripped off my shirt. I looked down to see you there, so perfect, naked, in front of me. I smiled down at you and felt your fingers as they wrapped around my thick shaft. I watched you stroke me slowly through the silk of my bright red boxers. 

Finally, you pulled them down, and gave one short lick across the head of my cock. You pulled the precum from the tip, and stood. I watched you kiss it into Tina's mouth, and stepped forward, wanting to feel you both.

I push against your tight little ass, pressing myself into the crease in the small of your back. I reach around to grab one of Tina's nipples, pulling on it gently as she kisses you. Her moan of pleasure seems to ripple down your back and into my cock.

I sat down in the tub, letting the hot water cover me. Feeling the warm water wrapping around my body relaxes me, and arouses me with the utter sensuality of the moment. I see you step into the enormous tub first, sliding yourself between me and the wall of the tub. Tina comes to join us, standing in front of me. She steps forward, shoving her pussy against my lips. I lick her once, twice, and then take her clit into my mouth. I suck lightly on it, flicking across her clit with my tongue. Your hands wander down my body, and begin to slowly stroke my cock.

I pull my lips from Tina's, and motion for her to begin washing me. Your hands find the sponge, and begin to rub the soap onto it, and you pass the soap to her. I can feel the strength in your arms as you begin to massage mine with the soapy sponge. I rock back, moving my shoulders to tease your nipples. I can feel Tina begin stroking my legs, soaping them under the water. Her talented fingers move closer to my shaved balls, and she begins to tease me. 

I turn to you, and lock my lips over yours. I push my tongue into your mouth filling you with my passion and bliss at this moment, this present you're giving me. 

We kiss for what seems like ages, while Tins slowly strokes my cock. I feel your fingers meet hers and two women's hands begin to rub me. Tina takes a breath, and wraps her lips around my cock under the water. She sucks gently for a few moments and comes back up. I can feel her other hand soaping across my stomach, as yours joins it on my chest. The sensations cause me to tense. I call out to you in sheer bliss. As if by command, both of you stop stroking me, and go back to washing me.

Your hands leave my chest, and you begin to wash my hair. I love the feeling of how you massage my head as you wash. My eyes close momentarily, and I can hear your lips and hers right next to my ear as you two kiss.

After a moment, you pull apart, and resume my bath. The two of you clean every part of me, and rinse me off. I stand up, and let you both towel me dry, and then towel each other off, teasing and playing.

I look at you, and smile, "What I want is for you to fuck her for me first, K."

You laugh softly, and grab my hard cock. "You sure you'll be able to wait that long, my J?"

"Nope, but it's what I would like, get her in the bedroom, and I'll go get the toy" I chuckle in reply. 

You grab Tina's hair, and pull her into the bedroom. She yelps at first, but then follows closely along, loving the little bit of pain, and the forcefulness of your actions. 

I hear your feet slapping against the hardwood floors as you drag her dripping (water and other things) form to the bedroom. Your forceful voice comes down the hall as I open up the playroom, "On the bed, bitch, and spread 'em."

"Oh my, whatever you say," is the meek reply. I reach the drawer, and pull out the newest toy in our collection. A 11 inch long, thick strapon dildo. I look at it with a bit of a shudder, knowing that you had other ideas in mind to break it in. 

I almost break out into a run, hearing Tina moan. I slip into the bedroom, and sit on the chair in the corner. I watch as you reach between your legs, spread your lips and begin to stroke your clit. Your moans of pleasure are muffled between Tina's legs. I can see her left hand teasing her nipple, and her right digging into your short brown hair, pushing you deeper into her. 

I cross the room, kneeling behind you, just letting the head of my cock, wet with precum, tease your back, and between your ass cheeks. I reach around you, pull your hand from your pussy and quickly replace it with mine. My fingers teasing your clit lightly, as I wrap the strapon around you.

I pull it tight, and make sure that it's fixed properly, so that the end of it teases your clit while you use it. I pull on your plastic cock, and whisper to you, "Fuck her for me. I'm going to watch you fuck this hot little whore till she can barely walk, and then I'm going to do the same to you."

She can hear my 'threat' and moans, her eyes closing in bliss. I watch as you pull your lips from her pussy, and begin to lick yourself clean. I pull your lips to mine, and slowly lick you clean, and then kiss you. 

I watch as you slide up her, slowly kissing your way up her stomach, to her nipple, gently licking and sucking on it. I watched as you abandoned her nipple to the air, and rose up onto your knees. She saw the big thick plastic cock inches from her throbbing pussy, and sighed in happy anticipation.

I watched as your ass tightened, showing off your strength, the full muscles of your thighs preparing to push your new dick into her. I can see each muscle in your back tense, and prepare for this new sensation. I Watch as you thrust your hips forward, the head of your rubber cock finding her lips. Her legs spread further open, showing off how much she wants you.

I see your body as you enter her, pushing deeper and deeper into her, watching her face to see how much she likes it, getting a sense of why there are times that I just pause, right before I enter you, wanting to savour every moment of it. I hear her moan, and see her legs wrap tightly around you, holding you in her, close to her.

You can hear me slowly stroking my cock, my deep breaths as I am entranced by this vision in front of me. I call out to you, "See why I love to fuck you so much, K?" You laugh and push yourself all the way into her. I can hear your legs hit hers, and hear the slight smack as you slip all the way into her wet pussy.




The Present



"Come on, fuck her. Show me how you like it," I tease you. You pull out of her and begin slapping into her, loving how the strapon teases your clit with each thrust. You keep on fucking faster, slamming into her and loving how she's moaning for you. The strapon rubs your clit, and I can see you tense, pushing deeply into her, filling her, as you cum onto your end of the strapon. 

Your tense motions, your moaning orgasm flows into Tina, and she calls out to you, "Oh god, fuck me," as she cums.

I had been stroking my cock with you, timing my movements to yours, and I moaned with the two of you, my cum spilling onto the floor. You rushed across the room to me, and licked my cock clean. "You should not have to work that hard. This is your night," you playfully say to me. I laugh in return, watching you suck my cock clean. 

Tina lays back on the bed, idly stroking her clit, watching you suck me back to hardness. She laughs and says "Don't forget me!"

Your hands wave her back to just watch us for a bit. Your lips lock around my cock, teasing me slowly with them, using your tongue underneath the head, just pushing your tongue into the tip of my cock. I moan lightly, loving your mouth, as always. 

I open my eyes, and watch Tina fuck herself slowly, waiting for one of us to join her. Your magical mouth coupled with her finger play on the bed keeps me wonderfully busy, my mind and body occupied.

I stand you up, and pull you close to me. I press my stiff cock against your stomach, feeling your plastic cock tease my leg. I slip my hand around, and unstrap your dildo, cupping your pussy with my hand. I rub you gently, slowly pulling your lips apart. I slip one finger into you deeply, probing for your gspot, teasing you gently.

I lift you off your feet, and carry you across the floor to my bed. I put you between Tina's legs, and put your face into her pussy. You lick her clit slowly, teasingly. I watch as your tongue slips into her. I put my hands on your waist and lift you up to your knees, watching over your shoulder as your tongue glides in and out of Tina's throbbing pussy. I slip my stiff cock into you, filling your pussy from behind.

Each time I thrust into you, your tongue pushes deep into Tina's waiting pussy. The of you begin to moan, almost in harmony of pleasure.

I see Tina's hands pulling your hair, forcing your face onto her, she calls to you, "Yes, that's right, lick my cunt! Fuck her harder, so she licks faster. Get her going with your cock!"

Her calls reach my ears, and I start slamming into you faster and harder. Each stroke lets my balls slap agaisnt you. Your moans grow in intensity, and are muffled as Tina wraps her legs around you, pulling you into her. I pull on your hair, grabbing to push deeper into you. I fill you up, moaning with each stroke.

I feel your pussy begin to contract around my cock, tensing and throbbing. I can see Tina getting ready to cum again, and feel it building inside you. Three bodies tense at once, moaning in unison, cumming as one. Our bodies collapse atop Tina, your head on her leg, inches from her pussy, my cock slowly softening inside you, my chest pressing across your back. 

To Be Continued...



The Present



This wasn’t like her, leaving her journal lying around, one, and open to such a hot passage, two. I mean, did she just want me to stand here in the middle of the room and jack off, or was this some sort of a test? Maybe she wants to see if I’ll respect her privacy. Well, she did leave it open…

As I looked over the leather bound manual, the words jumped off the page. They recounted in detail your version of the last time we’d had sex, our first time together for some months, and I couldn’t help unzipping while I read. Your use of language, your dirty words and thoughts, your appraisal of my cock battering you, our animal sounds and abandon, all of it had me in its grip, though my grip was certainly playing its part at the moment.

I felt a little guilty standing there, jacking off to your journal. I mean, I wasn’t supposed to be reading this thing, but that was probably the reason why just the sight of it had always made my nipples hard. I knew you were a nasty slave to sex, but I never knew just what your opinions were, especially of me. Knowledge may be power, but keeping the knowledge to yourself when your egomaniacal lovers want it is another power altogether. A monstrous aphrodisiac, too…

I couldn’t figure out where you’d gone, though. I’d just shown up, and you’d taken off almost immediately, stating that you’d return in just a few. I thought I’d just stand here and enjoy my shot at the holy tome. Taking this chance that you might walk in on me reading just made me harder as I stroked, the other hand alternately turning pages and squeezing my swollen sack.

I heard a noise. I turned away from the book, every bit of me expecting to see you standing there, angry, your face a mask of betrayal and admonishment. However, it was only the cat, and I was happy that I hadn’t been busted. Though my cock and mind were enjoying your account, I thought I’d better go ahead and look for you before I got into too much trouble. There are other ways (and opportunities) to bust my nut when you’re around, at any rate, and I really didn’t want to ruin things by getting caught with my cum all over your journal.

I heard it again. It sounded like a growl, but it could have been any number of things. Stepping out of the bedroom, I walked toward the bathroom, intending to take the stairs. The door was open a crack, though, and that sound was inside. Not a growl this time… a moan.

Through the tiny crack in the door, I spied you there. You were sitting on the side of the tub, and your legs were flexing. There were small beads of sweat on your forehead, and you were busy. Your robe was open, and one hand pinched your ripe, reddened nipples hard while the other pumped your shaved pussy with a thick, pastel dildo. Your eyes were closed, and your mouth was open. 

I just stood there. Wow! The connection between your open journal and hasty exit had become clear. Talk about a fantasy come true! I have always loved watching you masturbate, but it’s a different (and much hotter) turn on to find you jacking off without doing it for me, to be just doing it for you. I like being incidental sometimes, to watch you having pleasure for yourself, to watch your joy and the pure hedonism of a good wank. God knows I have a little practical knowledge there.

As I watched, you slowed your fucking and reached into a robe pocket. A small silver vibrator came out, too small for much other than your clit, or so I thought. You lubed it up with your lips and tongue, sucking it like a mini-me, and, little bullet humming, you pressed it onto your clit. The grunts and growls returned then, and the dildo was getting a workout along with you; I thought fleetingly that I hoped you wouldn’t wear yourself out for me, but I guess you gotta do what you gotta do, right?

Your beautiful lips parted as you threw your head backward, and I lost sight of the dildo on every deep thrust. You were fucking yourself like a champ, and I wasn’t about to get in the way of this orgasm. Your breath came in choked, snarled gasps, and your head started to turn from side to side, a symbol for ‘no,’ but far from it.

My cock had been out for some time, at this point. There was no way I could resist this kind of awesome, impromptu show, and I just let me pants fall to the floor as I smeared the leaking semen all over my head and shaft, rubbing my balls with great fervor and trying to keep time with the thrusting of my hips and stroking of my hand. 

Then, you blew my fucking mind.

You stopped, and you removed the robe, turning and showing the door crack your solid, sexy back and the round globes of your ass. You put one knee on the side of the tub, bent over, and, producing a bottle of oil, squeezed a generous amount into the crack of your delicious ass, letting the oil run down your backside and drip onto the tub, the floor, and coat your legs. That was cool enough, I thought, and I felt myself getting rather impatient, as I had been trying to finish with you. Such sweet agony…

The vibrator found its starring role, though, and you began to rub it up and down along your slit and the crack of your well-lubed ass. Suddenly, it was gone, and I could see your mouth, turned a little to the side, open in nothing other than a circle of ecstasy as it slid into your anus and purred like a comforted housecat. You weren’t finished, though.

The dildo was next, finding its way back home. When your tightened pussy felt that pressure from both tools, one crazily humming its sexy tone, the other sliding on your juices and the oil, you cried out and arched your back. The cat analogy comes back to mind as I recall now, and you began to fuck, once again. 

I have always been amazing at what women are able to do during sex. Sometimes, though, I find something truly amazing as I go about my day, and that scene will live in my memory forever. Your arched back, your two toys, your forehead on the ceramic tub, your eyes squeezed shut, your mouth hanging open, gasping for breath, my dick and balls almost too stunned too finish… but not quite.

Your were crying out while you fucked yourself, lost in a world without me but containing at least two other cocks. I began to grunt, too, as I was going to blow the poor door off its hinges, and then a cry broke from you, louder than the rest, urgent, insistent, and impossible to ignore: “Spill it on me, Baby!”

I slammed my shoulder into the door, looked down at your open-mouthed, twisted smile, and released all over your back just as you started to quake. Your back and ass arched and bucked as my full scrotum emptied itself all over your gorgeous, flexing body. We were both crying and moaning, and, just when it seemed like we were finished, you dropped your toys into the tub, flipped around, and nearly swallowed my cock.

I gasped, and you pressed your face to my belly, slurping and gagging on the depth and thickness of the tool inside you for at least half a minute, licking me completely clean on the way past your lips to fresh air. You were still quaking (and you weren’t alone), but you had a gorgeous smile on your angelic face. 

“So, did you like the story, Baby?”

“You bet I did. Thanks for giving me another one, too, Lover.” 



The Present



When you're divorced, 34 years old, and you have a gorgeous 25 year old blond hunk for a boyfriend, you do anything to hold on to him. So for Ray's birthday, I gave him something special. I sent myself to him as a birthday gift.

I work for a company that delivers singing greetings for birthdays and holidays. So, on Friday evening, I was sitting in the back of one of our delivery vans wearing only a red bow around my neck, a pair of shoes, and a raincoat.

The driver announced I'd be delivered next. I took off my coat and shoes, exposing my white flesh in the dimly lit van, and climbed into one of the company's large boxes, which I'd decorated like a present. I hunched down into a squatting position and pulled the lid down tight on the box.

I felt the van slow down, and just creep along. The driver was new to the company, and to Pittsburgh. I assumed he was making sure of the right address. After about five minutes, the van stopped and the motor shut down. I felt the box dragged onto the hydraulic lift, then I rode to the ground. I swayed back and forth, as the dolly slid underneath me. At last, I tilted backward and rode up to the front of my boyfriend's house.

The driver shouted he had a package for this address, then my boobs bounced wildly as the box jolted over the doorstep and settled down on the floor. I was soaked with sweat and couldn't wait to get out of this box.

I heard muffled voices then the door slammed which meant the driver was gone. Suddenly, I stood straight up, popping the lid off the box, and began to sing Happy Birthday to my boyfriend. I stopped cold at the end of the first line, as I looked into the grinning faces of 4 old, black men.

"I, I think I'm in the wrong place," I stammered.

"Not at all," said the man next to me, "my name's Marvin, and I'm 71 today. My friends and I was just celebrating my birthday."

He waved the can of beer in his hand at the three other men grinning and whistling at me. He leaned forward and read the tag on the bow around my neck, "Happy birthday, darling. I'm your present. I'm a hot and horny Lois Kubik doll. Squeeze me and tease me, then watch how much fun I can be. Love, Lois."

Marvin swigged his beer, then grinned at me and said, "Lois, your big titties and white pussy is the nicest gift I could get. Come on, boys, let's play with my Lois Kubik doll."

I was lifted out of the box and laid out on the floor, then all four studs undressed. Two of them attacked my 42 inch tits with their lips, tongues and teeth. They sucked and chewed my cherry red nipples, and crushed and squeezed my boobs with their hands, driving me crazy. I got hold of their peckers and pumped them while they ate my melons.

A third stud spread my thighs and prodded the lips of my love mound with his thick, dick. I felt his cum drops wet my cunt hair. My pussy was making it's own love juice, as these guys did their thing to me.

He grabbed my cunt lips, stretching my pussy wide open, then grinned down at my wet, pink playground. I felt his cock head slip inside and slide around the edge of my pussy. "Okay, Mama," he said, "now take me for a ride." Then he drove his black, hot rod deep into my horny cunt. I screamed with joy as inch after inch went into my pussy. Finally, I felt his body pressed tight between my legs.

"Yea, baby," I shouted, "fuck my love hole, ride me hard."

He drove me like a racecar, pounding his big, black cock into me and lifting my bare ass off the floor and slamming it back down with every thrust. I loved every minute of it. I never realized getting fucked could be this great. I didn't think there was anything more they could do to me to make it any better, but I was wrong.

A pair of hands grabbed my brown hair on either side of my head. Looking up I saw Marvin kneeling over me. He shifted his body, sliding forward so his bare ass was above my forehead and his cock and balls lay on my face. His black cock was about 8 inches long, and thick like a fat sausage. His dick and balls were covered with sweat, and I loved the salty flavor as I licked them clean.

He rolled his fat piece of meat back and forth across my face, driving me wild with desire. I tried sucking his black love wand into my mouth, but each time he'd slide it away, making me chase after it. I couldn't stand it any longer. "Please, Marvin, please let me suck it," I begged, "fuck my face, baby, please."

They were driving me wild. The two on my tits chewed, sucked and squeezed while I stroked their rods. The stud between my legs pounded his cock into my love hole like a jackhammer, filling my cavity. Now all I wanted was Marvin's hard, slab of black meat, shoved in my mouth and down my throat.

Marvin grinned as my naked body jumped and jerked uncontrollably beneath him. My right hand grew wet and sticky as one stud shot his load into it. He shoved his dick, and my hand, against my big tit, spreading cum all over it. I pumped his pecker, fucking my tit at the same time.

Marvin grinned down at me, as he rubbed his delicious cock across my cheeks and around my lips.

"You came here to sing happy birthday to me," he said, "but you didn't finish doing it. So, why don't you sing first, then you can blow on my black candle."

I felt the first burst of warm cum splatter the inside of my cunt walls. The horny stud between my legs hammered his black cock into my pussy, filling up my love hole with hot spunk. I groaned and thrashed then felt my left hand fill with sticky jism as I jerked off the other brotha. He pointed his hard, black prick straight at me and I yanked his sloppy, wet dick, spraying cum all over my face and chest. My body convulsed in an orgasmic frenzy. I didn't know if I could sing for Marvin.

"Ha-happy birthday, to you...happy birthday to you..." I sang, as waves of pleasure pounded through my body sending me into spasms. "Ha-happy birthday, dear Mar-Marvin, oh, oh yea, fuck me," I screamed, then I regained some control.

"Ha-happy birthday, dear Marvin, please won't you fuck me today."

Marvin laughed, slipping his huge black dick between my lips. I gobbled every inch of it down my throat. I sucked his cock deep down, lapping that black beauty with my hot tongue.

I grunted and groaned, as he grabbed my hair and pumped my face up and down in his crotch. I tasted the first drops of his cum, as he pounded his dick faster and faster into my mouth.

Then, his cock exploded in my mouth. Huge gobs of jism filled my throat as I tried to gulp it all down. I swallowed as much as I could, but there was too much of this stud's spunk. My mouth filled and his warm love juice spilled out over my lips and onto my face. Marvin pounded my face up and down on his enormous, black poker, banging my head on the floor each time he shoved downward. He fucked my mouth till he emptied his dick into it. Finally, he pulled his limp prick out and held it above my face.

"Open wide," he said, smiling at me. I tilted my head back and stuck out my tongue toward his cock. He squeezed the last drops of cum juice out of his prick and onto my tongue. The big gobs rolled down into my mouth and I swallowed them. Marvin gave me the greatest face fucking I ever had.

I lay there exhausted as the four studs looked down at me. My body was soaked with sweat and cum. I felt like I had been rode hard and put away wet.

"Is the Lois Kubik doll broke yet?" asked Marvin.

"Uh-uh, Marvin," I said, smiling, "it's still your birthday, and I'm your present, and the party's just beginning." 

I thought this answer was cute, since none of them could have much left in them, and the party really was over. But was I ever wrong. 

The four black giants scooped me up and carried me down to the cellar. Once there, three of them held me while Marvin appeared with some rope and a huge, 12 inch black dildo. They tied my hands behind my back then one of the studs took the dildo from Marvin and stepped up close to me. He inserted the head of that plastic dick in my love hole, then gave a shove that lifted me off the ground and made me cry out. He buried that black, toy prick 8 inches up inside my wet cunt.

Next, they made me kneel on a small stool in the middle of the cellar floor. They bound my ankles tightly together, while Marvin and another stud tied a piece of the rope around my tits. They wrapped it around each tit, then crossed over and tied it round the other tit, binding both of my boobs together. The tight ropes caused my jugs to swell so that my already huge melons looked like two giant basketballs on my body.

While Marvin and his friend tied my tits, another stud secured a piece of the rope to the portion of the black dildo sticking out of my snatch. Then, while two held me, the other two forced my legs up behind my back till my feet touched my hands. They told me to hold my feet, and I did it. I felt the rope go around my feet and hands, as they bound them tightly together.

Finished, they stepped back and admired their work. I was bound like a triangle. One of the black studs dragged a chair over next to me. He took the two long pieces of rope, one from the front of me and one from the rear, and climbed on the chair. He looped the ropes over a ceiling beam and pulled them tight, stretching my 42 inch hooters up in front of my face. He circled the ropes over the beam several more times, then fastened them securely. As he pulled the ropes tight one last time before getting down off the chair, I felt the dildo slide another inch up into my wet cunt.

I teetered on my kneecaps on the stool trussed up like a marionette with ropes running up to the ceiling beam. Marvin looked down at me with an evil grin on his face. He reached down between my legs and I heard a click. The dildo was a vibrator. The vibrations flowed through my wet pussy, driving me wild with pleasure. My head shook and my body began to move uncontrollably.

A second stud, with a dildo in one hand and a tube of jelly in the other, joined Marvin. He prodded my ass till he found my anal opening, then he inserted the tube and squeezed. I felt cold jelly ooze up inside my ass. Next, he inserted the dildo and shoved it all the way up in. I heard the click, then felt the vibrations racing through my asshole and spreading out over my ass. Now I was in frenzy, going wild, vibrating front and rear.

"Look at this bitch," said Marvin, "getting fucked in her ass and her cunt by toy dicks, and she wants to dance."

With that, he put his foot on the leg of the stool and kicked it out from under me. My body dropped, but not far. The ropes pulled tight on the beam and held me suspended in the air. My tits stretched so far, I thought they would rip off my body. The last few inches of the dildo slammed up inside my pussy. The rope jammed the crack of my ass, running underneath me from the dildo in my pussy to where it tied my hands and feet. It held the butt fucking vibrator up inside me. Now all I could feel were the vibrations, front and back, and the rope stretching and pulling my whole body. I was in pain and ecstasy all at the same time, and I loved every minute of it.

"Let's see if you're ticklish," said Marvin, walking behind me. He tickled the soles of my feet, driving me crazy. My tits swelled up like balloons and turned color from the ropes. The other three studs found table tennis paddles, and took turns cracking them across my aching nipples and bare ass. The pain and pleasure all mixed into one. It was wonderful.

Finally, Marvin said, "Let's get dressed and get something to drink. Then we'll come back and play with my Lois Kubik doll."

I hung there, swinging back and forth, as they tromped upstairs laughing and talking. My pussy and ass vibrated everywhere, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My tits were swelled and stretched so huge, I wondered if they would ever go back to their normal size. But all I really cared about and hoped for was that Marvin and his friends would come back soon and play with me some more.

My boyfriend heard about my weekend with Marvin and his friends, and I never saw him again. But it doesn't really matter, because Marvin, his three buddies and I started a business together. Now every weekend, and sometimes during the week, I'm the present at a birthday party just like Marvins.

The End



The Present



It seemed simple enough. She had asked me to come over after class to tutor her with her for Advanced Chemistry. 18642 Drover Ave., Suite 130 is what the address she had written down said. I walked up the block looking for it for nearly twenty minutes before I found it. Then I saw the door, on the backside in a corner. I walk up and ring the buzzer and wait for an answer. 

“Who is it?” said a young woman’s voice. 

“Uhhh.. Luke. Lucas Manfrey," I said, “I am the tutor from the college. I spoke with Julie earlier today.”

“One moment.” 

I waited. After a minute or two there was a buzz at the door and I opened it up. In front of me there was a waiting room with a large desk with two doors behind it. The woman sitting there was attractive and friendly looking. Still it was odd. I had never been given an address before to tutor at an office. Usually these things are done in their home or on campus. I needed the money though. 

I smiled at the girl at the counter and tried to act as professional as possible. It was hard. She was talking on the phone and not paying any attention to me. I sat down and grabbed a magazine. I opened the magazine and pretended to read, as I looked over the pages. Her cleavage was enticing, just low enough to be seductive… but professional. She caught me staring and I buried my eyes back into the magazine. It was then I realized I was reading Seventeen, looked up and saw her still staring at me and I put it down in embarrassment. 

“I saw you looking,” she said. 

“Uh, uh, no I wasn’t…I w- w- was just looking,” I stammered.

Why do I always get nervous around women? 

She just giggled and said “Julie will see you now.”

The back right door opened and there was standing there was a woman wearing nothing but dark red panties and a sheer over garment that hid next to nothing. She was in the doorway leaning against it and pulled her long dark hair out a pin and winked. 

“Happy Birthday, teacher” she cooed. 

I must admit I was dumbfounded. I had not expected this. I was wondering who sent her and if I had to pay. 

She smiled and walked up to me. Then the other girl walked up behind me. 

“My friend’s named Macy and she wants to play with us, is that ok?” Julie said. 

I, of course, answered yes. I felt their hands all over me, groping and pulling. My zipper was being undone and my cock was free. Julie leaned forward and kissed me, while her hands drifted down my chest. She pushed me back down on the couch and Macy checked the blinds. Julie was above me, leaning over and I reached forward to grab the string on her outer garment. 

“Not yet, mister” she giggled. 

She whipped her hair forward and swooped her legs on top of me so that she was sitting on top of my stomach looking down at me. I could feel Macy taking down my pants. I waited, not knowing what to expect. I was obviously not in charge here. Macy came around to my face and kneeled down beside me. Her light strawberry blonde hair was down now and she was wearing nothing. 

“What would you like?” she asked me while stroking my hair. 

Both girls’ eyes were on me, waiting expectantly. I refused to stammer, which I knew I would do if I opened my mouth to speak. Instead I pulled her from the back of her head to me to kiss her. She let me and my tongue entwined with hers. She has the taste that she had been drinking a dark wine and I wanted more. My hand led to breasts and I groped them and continued to kiss her. I could feel the weight of Julie’s body moving lower down mine, until she was huddled on her knees between my legs. I felt the sensation of her hands and tongue on my cock. She was licking it and I was ready at full attention. 

I let her play with it and stroke it. My hands wandered to Macy’s waist and the to her ass. I grabbed her ass and she lifted slightly. She brought her head up and her breasts were right in my face. Behind her I could see Julie’s head bobbing up and down as she sucked me. Macy brought her body up and sat then on my chest. Looking down at me I could see what she wanted and I was happy to oblige. I pulled her from her hips over my face. She moaned loudly as my hands slipped under her and moved back and forth from vagina, over the small area of skin in between and then to her ass crack. I buried my face in her pussy. My tongue was searching for her clit as my finger placed a slight pressure on here hole. She bore herself into me and two fingers slipped into her ass with only little friction. I continued to softly lick her clit. I placed my free hand on her hips for guidance and sunk into her further. 

Julie continued to suck me. Her hands roamed up my stomach, and scratched. She found Macy’s ass hole and I slipped my fingers out. Macy slip down a little to meet her and she began pumping herself into Julie’s hand. Julie had stopped sucking. My cock was rested between her breasts, slowly being moved back and forth with her and Macy’s movements. In front of me Macy was grimacing with ecstasy and her breasts were moving up and down. I watched them for an instant, until I could tell that she was nearly there. 

I reached up and sat slightly and guided her hips by her waist to sit her on my cock. She grinded into me as she moaned out loud and I knew I was doing something right. From behind I saw Julie’s hands wrap around and grab Macy’s breasts. I leaned down and bit at them. She gave it to me and as Macy bounced on top of me, Julie’s finger seductively teased my lips. 

Macy’s moaning was getting louder and I could barely stand it anymore. She held me tight. Her breasts were tightly against me with Julie’s hands slowly slipping out. She buried her head in my neck, and then released backward. I could feel her release all over my cock. She slowed down and her breathing decreased. She kissed me on my mouth slowly lifted herself off of my still hard cock. She moved to sit behind me on the couch and I lunged forward. Julie was laying back, her legs open and inviting. I had only a little more and I was going to finish inside of her. I moved forward. My hind legs were resting on Macy’s and my front on Julie. I lifted up Julie’s legs and opened them wider. I pushed myself inside of her and began to pump her. She liked it, I could tell. She leaned back and moaned, then grabbed the back of my hair and guided my head to her perky and erect nipples. I teased them while fucking her slowly. I bit harder and harder the faster I went. She arched her back again and I was nearly holding her up with my own arms by now. 

I was grinding into her as fast as I could and I could feel that I was almost there. I was almost there dammit. I could feel myself in her. Her wetness was perfect and I could feel it as she came again and again on my cock. And then I was there. I let myself go inside of her and she moaned. This was ecstasy.

As I climaxed and came down all three of us rested together on the couch. I laid my head and lowered myself onto Julie’s stomach and I could feel the weight of Macy leaning on my legs. Her hands were outstretched and softly caressing my ass. 

I couldn’t help but wonder who had bought me this present. I would have to thank them later. For now, I merely rested for the moment. Julie sighed a little and the silence was broken. 

“Happy Birthday again,” she sighed “Next time, just give me a call, and I think we can arrange something for free.”

“Do I get to know who it was from?” I asked. 

Both girls laughed. I would find out later I assumed. 

We all got dressed and as I was ready to be leaving, Macy looked up from the front desk and asked, “Shall we schedule you in for Tuesday afternoons for now on?”

“Sure, that would be perfect. Everyone needs a tutor right?” I replied as walking out the door.