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A is for...

By: minxx66



Dear All,

I was on the phone the other day, giving my name and address. Even though neither is difficult to spell, I found myself resorting to the phonetic alphabet. You know the A is Alpha B is Bravo C is Charlie etc. I wondered what the man on the other end of the line would have said if I had used my own...

A is for Alfresco. 

Let us go out and find somewhere secluded. I will kiss you deeply. I will take you into the bushes. Once in the bushes I will slip your lovely hard prick out of your trousers and....Oh that brings us to B!! 

B is for Blowjob. 

I will lower my head to your lovely prick. I will run my tongue around the head of your prick tasting you. I love to give head. I will spend ages licking and sucking your prick. I will take your full length into my mouth. I will continue to fuck you with my mouth. Slow and then fast as I feel you coming.....What then? Oh yes it takes us on to C!

C is for Cum

Having sucked and licked your lovely prick to the point of you coming. I would continue, taking your full load into my mouth. I would then lick and suck your, now sensitive prick, ensuring I have lapped up all your cum.

D is for Dressing up. 

I will wear a dark grey suit, with a short skirt and a white blouse. Underneath I will wear a white basque and black stockings with heeled shoes. I will even have my hair tied up. I will be you personal secretary and take down whatever you want.

E is for Erotic stories. 

I will write a story involving both you and me. Maybe one day I will get a five from you for one of my stories. Until then I will continue to tell them to you.

F is for French kissing

Well not just French kissing, any sort of kissing. I love to kiss it really turns me on. I will start at your lips. I will kiss your neck and shoulders. Then down across your chest and stomach, working my way down...

G is for Games

We shall make our own version of Simon says but nothing will be said. I will go first and whatever I do to you, you must copy and do to me. I will start slow building the sexual tension as the game continues.

H is for Hot, Naked Flesh. 

My three favourite words and the images they create. I told a guy the other day if he continued to tease me, he would never get my hot naked flesh next to his. Needless to say he walked away with a hard on. 

I is for Ice cubes

Oh yes I have seen 91/2 weeks, with the ice cubes and other food stuffs. I think ice cubes win out every time, when held between my lips and run over your hot naked body. 

J is for Just!!

Just read the Kama Sutra and would love to try 'the splitting of the bamboo' with you.

K is for Kitchen units. 

I will lead you into the kitchen and you can lift me onto the work surface. The cold laminate, against my hot flesh, will turn me on. Then you will guide your lovely hard prick into my pussy and fuck me. 

L is for Lingerie

I love to wear lovely sexy underwear. I especially like to wear a new item each time we meet. I love the feel of sensual silk lingerie. The way it caresses my body as I move. Picture me in the blue ruffled basque and pale blue stockings.

M is for Massage

Having bathed you, I will lead you to my bed. There you will lay face down and I will straddle your back. I will rub oil into my hands and then massage your shoulders and back. Slowly I will massage the whole of your back, buttocks and legs.

N is for Nipples

As you caress my breasts in a circular motion, with each circle getting smaller as it nears my nipples. You will see my nipple stiffen beneath your caress. Then you will suck and tease them with your tongue.

O is for Orgasm

The numerous orgasms I have had, yet I still await the multiple one, but I'm not greedy. We'll keep trying until one arrives or two!!

P is for Phone a friend

But whose friend shall we phone first? I can find a male friend if you can bring a female. Shall we have one, the other or even both at the same time?

Q is for Quickie

Oh yes I love a quickie. Anytime: Anywhere: Just lift my skirt and fuck me.

R is for Reflections

As we stand in front of the full-length mirror. I watch your prick sliding in and out of my wet pussy. You watch my pussy taking the whole of your length. My breasts bouncing as you pound into me. 

S is for sixty-nine

This is my favourite number. I love to lie next to you, licking and sucking your lovely prick as you lick suck and finger my hot wet pussy.

T is for Toys

I would not have believed toys could be so much fun. I have had a few and the best to date was the turbo 8 bullet. It consisted of two variable speed bullets. Fucking with one in pussy and other on clit was an amazing experience.

U is for Unrequited

Ah no I'm not about to go all soppy on you. It is not for love but lust. There is a guy where I work whose lust is unrequited by his partner, it is such a waste. I will always do my best to fulfil your every desire.

V is for Video

I have the camera set up. Let's make our own movie. We do not need a plot but we have had the erotic stories and the dress up above, to name but two.

W is for Willing

As well you know I am willing to try anything at least once. Until we try it we will not know if it we'll enjoy it.

X is for X-rated acts

It was going to be films, but I would rather do than watch! This one had to get a look in as it really should have been at A but I thought I would make you wait for it. So what are we going to do? You will guide your prick into my tight little ass. Gently easing the head in as I push back against you.

Y is for Young

The young men I have seduced in recent years. Their schoolboy fantasies that were fulfilled by a mature woman who knew what she wanted.

Z is for Zebedee

Zebedee says its time for bed and we can start over again tomorrow.

Thanks for reading

Minxx

A is for Adam



V sat alone in her cubicle at work, eyes unfocused, skin flushed. It was mid-afternoon. The smokers were outside smoking; the social nonsmokers were sharing gossip and coffee in the employee lounge. V just sat, hands slack on her keyboard, knees pressed together under her desk. She daydreamed sex dreams and breathed carefully, hoping to be discreet, hoping to spend the whole afternoon with her thoughts.

She licked her lips and shifted in her seat, pretending she didn't feel her sweater dragging across her nipples with every careful breath.

A, she thought, silently shaping the letter with wet red lips. A is for Adam. Adam, she decided, was blessedly, ravenously, unendingly horny. An unsubtle anatomically correct Ken doll just waiting to jump Barbie. An Adam with a whole world to populate. Her abdomen clenched. Her scalp tingled. She reapplied lip gloss, picturing herself in the Barbie Dream House, in the Garden of Eden.

She wandered restlessly, nudging throw pillows, bending ostentatiously from the waist to straighten a rug, pretending she was doing something other than waiting for her man to come home and fuck her brains out.

Maybe a shower. She smiled wickedly and wandered into the bathroom. Nothing like a shower for such a dirty girl. She pressed her hips firmly into the edge of the counter, watching herself in the mirror. She planted her hands and stuck her butt out, back arched, and tried a little shimmy. Maybe a bubble bath instead, innuendo first and blatant nakedness a little later. She bent to retrieve the bubble bath from the cupboard under the sink and good strong hands clamped onto her ass.

She tried to straighten, but a hand caught a fistful of sweater between her shoulder blades, holding her down and dragging her back half a step so her ass rested against his pelvis. Her hands braced on the floor. She gyrated a welcome all over his fly. She smiled when a hand moved to her hip, clenching and steering, holding her more firmly against him. The hand moved down her hip, under her stomach, searching for a fly on pants that zipped at the hip. The feel of him fumbling at her clothes tickled, but she liked it.

The hand stretching her new sweater clenched. He growled his frustration and pulled her upright. He leaned into the counter with her. He wrapped his arms so tightly around her and bit her ear, feeling her reaction roll through both of them. Her head fell back onto his shoulder and he mouthed her trapezius. It far more sensitive than anticipated. She fell forward into the counter and he held her down. She felt her breasts flatten on the cool marble beneath her, felt her whole pelvis creased by the edge of the counter, felt her labia pulse in anticipation. She reached back, trying to urge him on, but he backed up until all she felt of him was a hand balled in the back of her sweater keeping her in place.

She heard keychain sounds and small metal snicks, then almost jumped out of her skin when his Swiss Army knife tore through the waistband and seat of her pants. She heard metal hit the floor tiles as his chest covered her back. His hands struggled between them, impatient with the existence of clothing. She writhed against his wrists as he tore open his jeans. She gasped and bucked as he destroyed what was left of her pants, shredding her panties in the process. He fingered her too soon, too hard, just right, as his other hand aimed his cocked and jammed inside. He nailed her so hard, so fast. She felt crazed and desperate, unable to breathe, on the verge, flailing and thrashing. She braced her arms against the mirror and tried to push into him, fucking him back. He lifted her far enough to yank her sweater and locked eyes with her in the mirror, mauling her breasts, fucking her hard enough that their reflected images wobbled in time. Her thighs trembled. Her hands covered his, digging into the backs of his hands, clawing and pinching, totally out of control. Kicking her feet unbearably far apart, he gripped her shoulders and growled profanities in her ear and sucked her neck and owned her completely. She could feel him solidly thumping her cervix. She squirmed and shook, grabbed at the counter and pushed back hard into his insistent hips, and exploded around him. He held on tight and rammed and rammed and rammed and came.

They collapsed forward onto the counter, utterly destroyed, and V's boss's secretary dropped a stack of files on her desk, shattering the afterglow.



A is for Adventure



 [This story contains oral, vaginal sex, affection, a bit of exposed sex, and an exploration of the word adventure. There is a motorcycle in the story and if you hate motorcycles and the folk who ride perhaps this isn't a story you would enjoy. No cheating wives/husbands, no orgies, no BDSM. It is in the Mature section because the main characters are sixty years old. Well, they were when this story happened.]

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At the staff meeting on Wednesday the announcement was made that Colleen was having her sixtieth birthday and she had decided to celebrate all month. Mr. Walters, the manager, asked her to stand and tell us her plans for celebrating.

Colleen stood up. She was wearing a beige sweater and dark tan slacks. She stood about five foot seven and was a bit on the thin side. A first glance said, 'not much body', but I could tell she was more than what showed. Her face and hair were conservative and not too great looking, until she smiled. Then the light inside lit her up. I had been watching her for months and with interest but I figured she wouldn't be interested in me. I'm the guy who rides a Harley to work wearing a black leather jacket and wearing a shirt and tie underneath. 

"I want to spend more time with friends this month. Go out to dinner, go to a play, take a weekend trip, have lunch at the beach. I also want to do something I've never done before."

"What?" The boss asked.

"I don't know. If anyone has an idea of something they think I haven't done that would be exciting, thrilling or great fun let me know. If you do something that is exciting and fun, invite me. I just might do it!"

The gears in my head started turning. By the end of the meeting I had a plan. I was willing to bet that no one else would propose anything as exciting and fun as what I would offer. As the company "bad boy" I knew I needed to give it a shot.

Back in my office I wrote her a note, emailed it to her and went back to work. My mail is set up so that whenever a message comes in and I'm using my computer a soft bell rings. Half an hour after I sent the note to Colleen, the bell rang.

"I want to hear your proposal for my exciting adventure. I hope it has something to do with your motorcycle! Can we meet after work today and talk about it?"

I responded with a place to meet and she responded 5:30. We were set. At 5:30 I was setting in a booth in the quiet place I sometimes had lunch in on weekends; an Irish Pub called McGinties. Colleen came in and found me. We ordered a Hart for both of us and a good dinner, to share. When the waitress left with our order Colleen said, "OK, I want to hear what you have in mind."

"First, I need to know how big an adventure do you want this to be?"

"I don't know. I want it to be something I've never done before."

"Have you ever ridden on the back of a bike?"

"You mean a motorcycle like yours?"

"On any motorcycle?"

"No."

"So a ride for a mile would be an adventure?"

"Yes." She squirmed a little at the thought of riding behind me on the bike.

"How about a ride up the coast to Big Sur, a night in a nice B&B and a ride back home?"

She shifted posture in the booth. This had her attention.

"I see what you mean. That IS a bigger adventure." She paused and I waited. "When you say a night in a nice B&B, you mean together don't you?"

"Yes, I do."

"We've never even kissed or been on a date."

"That means in that one weekend we will both have some firsts. I like you, have ever since I joined the firm and met you. I may have been mistaken but you have always seemed a bit intimidated by me. You seem mostly conservative and I admit I'm a little wild sometimes. Since you want to let your wild child loose for an adventure, I want the pleasure of assisting you discover how much fun that can be."

"I admit, you are right, I have been intrigued and a bit frightened by you. You show up at work in a black leather jacket and a tie. Your motorcycle is loud and shiny. I have no idea what you do outside work." She paused again. "I want a little time to think about your offer. Is that OK?"

"Sure. Take your time. However, I'd like to talk with you about the trip I have in mind, so you have some real ideas about what I propose. Would that be OK?"

If she said yes to the planning, I believed she would go.

"OK. What do you have in mind?"

From my briefcase I pulled out some pictures and a map. The pictures were from a trip I had taken last spring to Big Sur. They showed my bike parked on various overlooks along the coastline of California. One or two had me by the bike. One showed my favorite B&B. The map was a print from mapquest of the route we would take. She looked at the map and the pictures as I talked. When I was pretty well done she changed the subject, just a little.

"I love what you have shown me. I want to do it." She held the picture of the B&B in her hand. "I want to be blunt and I want your promise you'll never tell anyone what I'm going to tell you."

"Alright, I promise."

"I haven't been in bed with anyone in nine years. No one has seen this old body except my doctor and my cat. I don't know if I will be worth the trip for either of us."

"Thank you for telling me. Now, here's what I think, if you will trust me and do what I tell you I will let you decide when we stay somewhere if we have sex together. Sex or no sex, I'd like to give you this trip for your birthday."

"I accept, with one stipulation. I would like to spend one night with you before the trip. Then my anxieties will be dealt with."

I started folding the map and stacking the pictures.

"What?"

"The trip is supposed to be an adventure. You want to take some of the adventure out of the adventure. I love the word adventure. It is the two words ad and venture. If you are having an adventure you get the picture, the ad, and you venture into new places. If you want the ad, you want a picture of you sitting on my parked motorcycle instead of a real venture into uncharted places."

It was silent at our table. I ate my part of our dinner and finished my Harp. She sat very still. If we were in a cartoon smoke would be coming from her ears while she thought about what I said.

"Damn you! You're right. I was thinking about trading a real adventure for the kiddy version. No, I'm in for the full ride!"

I smiled and pulled out my calendar. "When?"

She got her blackberry out and we compared schedules. Suddenly she said, "Can you take a Friday or a Monday off and make this a three-day-weekend trip?"

"Sure. I have plenty of days saved up."

We picked a weekend and decided she would ask for the time the next day and I would wait until Friday to ask. No sense alerting the rumor mongers too soon.

"Do I need to buy anything for the trip?" Colleen asked.

"Yes. I have a helmet that we can test for fit. Do you have a couple pairs of worn jeans?"

"Yes. I use them when I work in the yard."

"Are they worn in and look good or worn out?"

"I guess I need new jeans."

"Buy two pair of jeans and I'll prep them so you'll be comfortable in them. Do you have any boots?"

"High heeled boots, I have."

"OK. You'll need boots. Are you busy Saturday?"

"No. Why?"

"I'll take you to get good boots on the cheap. I'll ride to your house and we'll go in your car. Wear jeans."

Anything else I'll need?"

"A leather jacket."

"I don't own one."

"I have a friend who is about your size. I'll see of she'll let us borrow it for the weekend."

"OK. I need to get home and do things. Thank you for the offer and the adventure. I'm not sure I'll sleep tonight!"

"Do you want me to be quiet about the adventure?"

"Please. At least until we get back. Keeping it a secret makes it even more of an adventure."

"OK." We got out of the booth. I paid the bill and walked Colleen to her car. It was a three year old Nissan four door sedan, beige. At her car I opened the door for her and stopped her as she was ready to get in.

"Look around. See anyone you know?"

She looked. "No."

I took her in my arms and kissed her soundly. No messing around. I wanted her to know she had been kissed. When the shock part was over she started to relax and enjoy it. I broke the kiss.

Her face told the story. She wanted more. Instead of giving her more, I walked to my bike and followed her car out of the pub parking lot. 

She got time off when she asked, on Thursday, along with questions about what she was going to do. She told Mary in the office that she was taking a short cruise to Mexico.

I asked on Friday and got the same questions. I said I had a relative in the hospital in Utah and I was going up to see him. I did have a relative in Utah, and he might actually be in the hospital.

On Saturday I arrived at her home at nine in the morning with the extra helmet. It fit. We went to The Boot Barn and got her into a nice pair of western boots, perfect for sitting on the back of a bike. The saleswoman was a biker and helped a lot. She recommended boot socks and we got three pair. She also recommended jeans she liked and told us how to season them. I didn't let Colleen see the tab. It was over three hundred dollars.

We had lunch together and I asked if, when we got back to her place, she would show me what shirts she planned to wear. She agreed.

She showed me such conservative shirts that I said, "You need more color. I wish I had us look while we were at the Boot Barn."

She said, "I'll take care of it. Wait until Friday morning. You won't know it's me." 

As I left her she was smiling wider than I had ever seen her smile.

I had my bike serviced and cleaned. I made reservations at the B&B in Cambria, and dinner reservations at the best restaurant in Cambria, the Sows Ear. I planned to take her just over 200 miles on Friday, less than a hundred-fifty on Saturday and make the 200+ trip back on Sunday. I also bought massage lotion for her butt. I knew this would be an ambitious trip but well worth it.

On Monday she sent me an email showing me a link to a catalog picture of a great woman's western shirt. It was bright and bold. I sent her an email saying I hoped it arrived before Friday.

Tuesday and Wednesday we were both busy making sure our work was caught up so there wouldn't be any problems leaving for our long weekend. I called her Thursday afternoon from my cell phone. I asked if she was up for more adventure. She said she was. I asked if she was packed. She said she had bought a small pack that she could wear to hold her things and it was ready to go. I said, "Then we leave at 5:30 from your house."

"But..."

"You wanted an adventure! We're on it!"

"OK. See you at five-thirty."

I was packed and my pack tied to the front of my bike. I had stopped on Wednesday and bought a surprise for Colleen and that was hidden in the pack too. I changed into traveling clothes at the end of work and stashed my working clothes in my desk. By five-fifteen I was parking the bike in Colleen's driveway. Before I could even get off the bike she was out the door and in my arms.

We kissed and I started to get hard. 

"Please kiss me like you did."

I did. Then I checked her out, seeing her dressed in great looking jeans, a western shirt of purple and green, the loaned leather jacket, the black boots... and that smile. I made sure her pack was secure on her and then I helped her get on the bike. I gave her a few minutes talking about how to safely ride on the back of the bike, got her helmet on and we were on the road.

I took some back roads to get us out of L.A. and joined Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu. It was crowded and I rode in the traffic because I worried that lane splitting in the first hour would freak her out. In Santa Barbara we stopped for dinner and to see how she was doing.

She got off the bike and took off her helmet. I dismounted and my helmet came off. She hugged me and kissed my cheek, whispering, "I think I had an orgasm back there."

"Really? Can I check?"

"That won't help! I've been soaked since you called me at work!"

"So, you're having fun?"

"God, yes!"

"Good. Let's eat."

We ate out on the pier and watched the sun set. I don't know how romantic it was but from Colleen's reaction I think it was at least a nine of ten. All her talk was about how much fun she was having and a hundred questions about the bike and being a biker. As we walked off the pier Colleen said, "What's next?"

"You want more riding or stay here?"

"I want both! I love riding with you. I love the feel of the wind and having my arms around you, and seeing people looking at us as we ride by. They look at me like I'm a biker chick not some old woman!" 

"Look at the people as we walk. We're not even on the bike and they look at us like we're bikers. That's a big part of why I ride. I love the reactions of ordinary folk."

"I'm sixty years old and I've never felt more alive than I have today. Thank you!" She took my hand and we walked the rest of the way to the bike. I walked passed the bike and into the office of the motel we were parked in front of. Colleen gripped my hand tighter.

I sent her out to the bike to get my pack and paid for a room with a view of the harbor. We would be on the second floor. The manager told me our bike would be safer if I parked it next to the office. I took the key for the room and gave it to Colleen on my way to move the bike.

When I opened the door to the room Colleen was in the bathroom and I could hear the shower running. A minute later I knocked on the door.

"May I come in?"

"Uhhhh... yes."

As the door opened I saw her jeans and other things folded neatly beside the sink. I was nude and semi-hard. I opened the door to the shower and Colleen was facing away from me. I looked at her, taking in the sights as I looked. Nice hips, firm cheeks, two dimples just above her ass, a slender waist and the hint of ribs. A rivulet of soap suds ran down her back and had started to descend across her right butt cheek.

I stepped in and wrapped my arms around her. I felt her knees go a little weak. I kissed her neck and she turned to face me.

"I apologize. I have an old woman's body. I..."

My lips stopped her speech. My hands began a slippery exploration of her body. She was sixty, but not flabby, not fat, and I discovered she had shaved everything. When my fingers touched her smooth pussy she started to go weak in the knees again. I stopped the exploration and said, "Let's get out and dry before we fall and get hurt."

"Let's get you all clean first."

Her hands and the soap cleaned almost all of me in record time. She left my ass and equipment until last. Then she did a good job on both. Not a sensual exploration but a good job of making sure I was clean.

She shut off the water and we got out. I grabbed a towel and started to dry her. She pulled back, just a little.

I stopped. "What's wrong?"

"I'm ashamed of my old body. I'm wrinkled and old looking."

"Did you think I proposed this trip and being with you because I thought the boss was wrong and you weren't sixty but nineteen?"

"No."

"Do you think the body I live in is the same age as the image I have of me in my head?"

"No."

"So, make me a deal. When I look at, and feel, and caress, and kiss your body I will only see you at sixty and when you do anything with me you see the me that is here now; sixty years old too."

"You're sixty?"

"Yes. I turned sixty last November. The body may not look great but everything works OK. Now, can I finish getting us dry?"

Colleen nodded. I dried her and then myself. We walked into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the king sized bed.

"Another adventure."

"Yes. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes. What's next?"

"Remember kissing?"

"Yes!"

"In my humble opinion kisses are better when the two people are naked. Shall we test my theory?"

"Wait. I have to ask: how long has it been since you were intimate with a woman?"

"You mean had intercourse? Three years."

"OK."

"OK, what?"

"Oh." She held her arms out to me and I took her into mine. My almost erection pressed between us and we kissed. I liked how she fit and the feel of her skin against mine. We kissed a few more times and then I added tongue to the event. When I did she became almost frantic. Her body reaction was quivering and holding on to me tighter. When the kiss ended she pulled back a little and said, "Oh my God! Another first! I've never been kissed like that. What else are you going to do to me?"

"First, I'm going to lay you on the bed." I helped her sit on the end of the bed and lean back. I spread her legs and knelt between them.

"What are you doing?"

"Watch." She lifted up and used her elbows for support. I leaned in and kissed her pussy.

"Oh my God! Oh, my God!"

My hands spread her legs wider and I licked along her crease. She dropped back, flat on the bed. I licked again. She reached over her head and got a pillow, putting it over her face. I sucked her clitoris in and flicked it with the tip of my tongue causing her to flood my face with her juices.

"Oh God! Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Oh please!" She repeated over and over, yelling the words into the pillow. I kept licking and sucking her pussy in every way I could think of. Colleen was having a great orgasm and she shook and screamed to express what she was feeling. I backed away as the orgasm subsided so I could watch the muscles of her open cunt spasm.

Colleen pulled the pillow away from her face and softly said, "I'll die if you won't be inside me." Her eyes followed my every move. When I let go of her legs she grabbed them and pulled them up by her shoulders. I stepped up to her open cunt and put my cock on her.

"Here it is, Honey. The moment of truth. Let me know how this feels to you."

I shifted a little and pushed forward, hitting her wet opening and plunging inside. I had a fleeting thought to take it slow and easy, followed by the thought and action of going for the adventure! As I slammed in all the way Colleen hooked her legs behind her shoulders and grabbed my face with her hands. As my cock dove deep she stuck her tongue in my mouth. She was pawing my head and neck with her hands, thrusting against me, and doing her best to touch my cock with her tongue! She was folded in half and loving it!

I pulled back and slammed back in! Over and over we slammed together with her holding on to my arms and I held her legs in place behind her shoulders. She thrust against my every stroke. 

"Cum in me, Pete! Cum in me! Oh, God!"

"Here I cum! Here I cum in you, Colleen!"

When I said her name she shook and came with me. I pumped as much seed as I could into her and then I started to come down from the high. I stayed inside her as long as I could but wanting to stay hard is a young man's game.

"Thank you God!" I said as I leaned to one side and slid off her body. She straightened her legs and snuggled against me. Both of us were covered in sweat and breathing hard. She held my cock as it continued to shrink.

When our breathing was somewhat normal she said, "Why would anyone ever think that was a sin?"

"What?"

"I was married once. He was the only man I've ever been to bed with until right now. He only had sex with me when he wanted to get me pregnant. It was in the dark, in bed and with only a night light. I was married to him for nine years and never saw his thingy. He never licked me or touched me like you have. Why would someone ever think that what we just did was a sin?"

"Is that what he told you?"

"Not just him. When we got engaged my mother told me her version. She said sex was a wife's duty and it helped men deal with the stress of being a man. Our pastor said in church that sex was a test and that by resisting the urges we were becoming more God-like."

"When you were married there was no playing with your bodies? No foreplay?"




A is for Adventure



"The most foreplay I had was him telling me that when we went to bed I needed to be ready to perform my wifely duty."

"He used those words?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Remember we talked about this adventure being things I was doing for the first time? Well, let me make a list for you. When you kissed me the first time it was the first time my body had ever responded to a kiss. When you called me this afternoon I heard your voice and felt my panties get wet. Riding on your motorcycle all the way here was another first. As we rode up the highway I had never held a man in my arms for more than a five second hug. I'd never seen a penis hard before. I'd never been washed by anyone since I was a very little girl. I'd never been licked down there... or seen down there. And then you fucked my brains out! I know what that means now! I'd read it before but didn't have any idea what it meant!"

"Are you cold?"

"Not yet but we are both sweaty so we had best shower again."

"We can wait a few more minutes. I'll just toss a blanket over us and we can snuggle a little longer before showering."

"I don't want to be covered up. I want to see you and for you to see me. And, touch me... if you want to."

"OK." When the moment arrived when we both wanted the shower and to get warm we didn't speak, we just got up and went to the shower. She had another first in the middle of the night. She woke up, went to the bathroom and when she came back she started playing with my cock. It woke me (Thank you, God) and I ate her again. She used the pillow again. I told her I was getting addicted to the taste and feel of her pussy.

"Really? You mean there's a chance I'll see you again after this weekend?"

"If you say yes I'd be happy to agree to an exclusive relationship with you. So far you have been the best surprise of the last ten years of my life."

"I was trying to not think about my boring life before I turned sixty and how on Monday I'll be back in that boring life again. Oh Honey, Yes!" 

We held on to each other in bed for a while longer and she toyed with my cock. I played with her small breasts. On her back they were gone, except for her delightful nipples. They were still the dusty pink of a nineteen year old with nipples that were almost grape sized when she was aroused. They were sensitive and became aroused whenever I touched them and if she caught me looking intently at them.

Colleen twisted around on the bed and lay on top of me. Her face was above mine and she kept wiggling until I was presented with her nipples, hanging down just a little. I flicked the nipple above my mouth with my tongue as Colleen watched. 

"Oh, Honey. I love everything you do to me."

"I'm not doing anything to you. We are doing all this together. But, only for a few more minutes. I have plans for today!"

"Can't we just stay here and stay naked in bed all day?"

"No. Today, you get a new adventure." I sucked her entire breast into my mouth and sucked. She moaned and pressed her chest against my face. If she had big tits she might have smothered me. I was in no danger.

While I sucked I reached down and around her leg, finding the back way to her pussy. My fingers stroked, teased and caressed her lips until she said, "Do we have time for a little screw before we need to get dressed?"

I flipped her over and opened her legs wider as I entered her. She was so wet that I slid right into her, even though she was still pretty tight.

"Oh Honey! Fuck me hard! I love how this feels!"

I pumped hard three times and pulled out. I jumped off the bed and said, "OK. That was a little screw. Time to get up."

She still had her legs wide and her pussy gaped open. She looked up at me and said, "I need more. Please Pete. Please."

"Sorry. If we finish this we won't have the adventure I promised. Get up."

She closed her legs and got up. She showed me her new bras and told me they were her first lacy, sexy bras. I liked them. One was black and the other nude. 34A it said on the tag. I said they made a mistake on the tag.

"What mistake?"

"They made it a capital "A" it should be a small "a". My favorite!"

"Really? You don't mind too much that I'm so small?"

"I don't mind at all. You have the best nipples on the planet... well, for the few I've encountered in my short life. You love having them sucked and touched. What else could a man wish for?"

We dressed and made it to the restaurant on the pier for breakfast before eight. At the bike I showed her a new surprise, a wire that attached to both helmets and allowed us to talk as we rode. By eight-forty we were on the bike headed north. I took the scenic back road from Santa Barbara to Solvang and we had a great ride. Colleen talked about everything she saw and felt. As we went through Solvang she said not to stop, she would gain five pounds if we stopped. Solvang has at least twenty bakeries filled with Danish pastries. We continued north and made it to the coast where we could see the water at lunch time.

After a quick lunch we rode north some more. At an overlook we stopped and looked at the coastline from about fifty feet above. We could see along the coast for ten miles or more in each direction. It was time for another surprise.

"I want to give you something that I think will make the ride up north even more exciting for you. Will you accept?"

"Another first?"

"Yes. Willing?"

"For you? Yes! What is it?"

"I'll get it."

Out of my pack I got a package. Actually a small hand towel wrapped around the gift. I took Colleen just over the edge and handed it to her. Over the edge if someone did arrive they wouldn't see what we were doing.

Colleen's eyes got wide when she saw the dildo I had for her. She held it. 

"Why would I want this? I have you."

"I can't be in you and ride the bike."

"You want me to put this in and then ride behind you on the bike?" Her eyes never left the dildo.

"Yes. Take down your jeans and I'll help you get it in."

"Right here?" Alarm showed on her face.

"Right here. We can see miles down the road in both directions and not one car is in sight. Even if a car showed up, they couldn't see you, we're hidden."

"I think you're crazy! This is crazy!"

"If you still think so in ten miles we'll take it out and you still will have had another first."

She opened her western belt and dropped her jeans to her knees. I loved how her pussy looked with the Pacific Ocean as background. I pulled her panties to the side and rubbed the latex cock on her slit to start getting it lubricated.

"Am I as wet as I think I am?"

"If you think of a slippery waterfall you're about right." I worked it in and out, each time going a little deeper. Colleen checked the road and held onto my head. When the dildo was all in, except for the balls, I covered them by putting her panties back in place and pulling her jeans back up.

As I zipped her in she said, "That feels so strange. Can I walk like this?"

"I wouldn't know, but I've been told by friends that this is fun. Come on, I'll help you back to the bike."

She hooked her belt back in place and took my hands. I helped her back up to the parking lot and to the bike. By the short walk to the bike she was walking pretty well.

I sat on the bike and helped her mount. The instant her ass hit the seat she said, "Oh my God! Those balls are pressing against my clit!" I smiled and handed her her helmet. When we were hooked to the intercom I started the engine.

"Oh, Pete! I can feel the vibrations right up inside me!"

"Really? Don't forget to hang on."

Her arms went around me and I put the bike in gear. As we pulled out onto the highway I accelerated and she said, "Wheee!"

At the first curve I leaned the bike a little and she said, "Leaning changes how it feels inside."

"Better, worse or just different?"

"Different and still wonderful."

Curve to the other side then an upgrade. As we passed scenic points I pointed to them. Colleen kept referring to the sensations she was feeling. My jacket has two zippered slits, one at either side of my back. Many people think those are pockets. They aren't. They are openings so my passenger can put their arms inside my jacket, not just for warmth but to help them hold on. I pulled off at another overlook and had Colleen unzip the zippers and reach inside.

"Oh, what a great idea! I can hold on to you and get my hands out of the wind."

Two miles farther and we hit a section of road that was being worked on. It was grooved to help the new asphalt grip, when it was poured. We rode over the bumpy surface and Colleen said she was very turned on.

The farther I rode the more her comments were about being turned on, about her nipples being hard and wanting me to take her to bed or into the bushes. Two miles after she said she really wanted me to take her into the bushes I saw a road going down to a beach. I took it, hoping there was no one at that beach.

There were no cars parked in the parking lot. I stopped the bike and, with help, got Colleen off the bike. I put it on it's stand and told her to open the jeans.

She opened her belt, unzipped and pulled down her jeans and panties as quickly as I have ever seen it done. The shy 'old woman' of yesterday was gone. She finished the job, pulling the boot, pants and panties all the way off. I picked her up and sat her on the gas tank, facing the back of the bike. I straddled the saddle and slipped up against the dildo with her legs up over mine.

"Want to pull that out, please?"

"No. I want you to pull it out! You put it in."

I pulled it out slowly and she moaned and gasped the whole time. Then I slid in to replace it. I pulled her against me and she put her legs around me, feet on the seat behind me. She pulled my face to hers and we kissed as she came. Twenty-eight miles of vibrating pussy pressed against a vibrating motorcycle prepared her for a good orgasm.

I kept stroking and as I did I opened her jacket and pushed up her shirt and bra. I hooked her legs with my elbows and she grabbed my arms for support as I slammed into her. I heard a noise behind me and as I started to cum I looked and a Miata was coming down the road to where we were. 

Colleen saw them and said, "Let them watch! Everyone knows how wild bikers are!" I smiled and kept stroking until I was pretty soft. When I slipped out I lifted her ass and inserted my face into her pussy. As the people in the Miata stopped and watched from a distance, I ate every drop I could get from her. She watched them watching us and screamed through another orgasm.

I helped her off the bike and we cleaned her up, then she sucked me clean. 

The Miata hadn't moved. I put my arm around Colleen and we walked over to the car. Her hand was in his lap and his was in her lap.

"I hope our display if affection didn't offend you. We didn't expect anyone to come down here." I said.

The lady spoke. "Far from offending us we are turned on! You are so open and liberated!"

In a harsh voice I said, "Get out of your car. Now!"

They did. I grabbed the woman and took her to the front of the car, motioning to the man to come as well. He did. She was wearing expensive slacks and a sweater. 

"Get undressed, both of you!"

"No. We can't." He said.

"Do it!" Colleen looked at me and her eyes were wide.

They did. Colleen took their clothes and tossed them in the car. I leaned the woman back onto the front of the car and lifted her feet. I handed her feet to her man and said, "If you don't fuck her right now, I will."

I was hard and so was he. I'm sure he believed I meant it. He stepped up and started to fuck her. I cheered them on. 

"Lady, is he harder than ever? Does it feel great out here in the open?"

Colleen got into it. "God mister, you're huge! Slam it to her! She's your woman. Show me how much you love her!

It took less than three minutes and they both had great screaming orgasms. Colleen and I walked back to the bike, dressed and then cleaned the bike. We used paper towels from the bathroom. I wrapped the dildo in paper towels so we could clean it at the motel later. The couple were still on the hood of the car. We mounted up and started the bike. They waved as we rode out of the parking lot. At the top of the road we looked down and they were still naked on the hood of the Miata.

"I can't believe we did that!" Colleen said as we rode farther north.

"Amazing how being outrageous can make life so much fun, isn't it?"

"I love it!"

She started noticing the ocean, the cliffs, a sailboat, seagulls and the smell of the wind. I formulated a theory that when a woman is having fun with a full pussy some of her other senses are put into a standby mode. 

The highway went inland for a while and just before we saw the ocean again we were in a town called Cambria. I had reservations there for dinner and a place to stay. It was early in the day so I drove to the place where I had reserved a small cabin for us. I checked us in and got the key. I asked for an extra two pillows and some extra towels. They would be in our cabin when we came back, after three o'clock. We had lunch in a sidewalk café in the town, then headed north along the highway again. We stopped at the Hurst Castle Pier and walked out to the end. No one else was there. We watched the ocean, the birds and one boat. We kissed a few times and I reached into her jacket and pinched her nipples as I kissed her neck from behind. Colleen turned, reached inside my jacket and returned the affection, then laughed. We walked back to the bike. As we got close Colleen said, "I'll never see a couple on a bike ever again without wondering if she is as turned on all the time as I am."

"Would it make you smile to believe they were?"

"Yes!"

"Then I'll believe it too!"

A few miles farther north and we stopped for a walk on the beach. We saw a few families and another couple, walking. When we walked back to the bike it was close to three o'clock so I turned the bike south and we went back to Cambria. We stopped at the Moonstone Cottages and hung out until time for dinner. We cleaned up and walked to a small quiet restaurant I loved called the Sows Ear. It is crowded every night that I have ever been in Cambria, with locals and tourists. The food is incredible and the staff always treated me like I was a visiting Uncle they liked.

This night was just like that. I had bbq'ed ribs and Colleen had salmon. We shared and both made the noises one makes when they are really allowing themselves to enjoy. The dessert was a berry cobbler with fresh made vanilla ice cream. I was glad we walked. The walk back kept us from going into a stupor from eating so much. We walked, holding hands, sometimes stopping to look in store windows and into galleries, and sharing kisses and other touches. No hurry. The weather was warm and cooling off but not all the way to cold. We were both quite comfortable in unzipped leather.

I don't know how other, younger, people feel about romance and affection. I know that my intention was to give Colleen an adventure, a packet of memories that she could think about from time to time and enjoy. If it worked out that we became something more that would be great. So far it was looking good. She had enjoyed everything we had done together. By every indication we were becoming a couple.

In our cottage I undressed her and we showered. The soaps were fragranced and a bit feminine to my taste, but Colleen liked the smell, she said, and she liked rubbing up a lather on me, which I loved. Out of the shower we started a fire in the fireplace and opened windows so it wouldn't get too hot in the room. On the bed I held her and caressed her sides, back, neck and hips, leaving breasts and cunny alone. Colleen gave as good as she got. 

As the fire died I helped this wonderful woman off the bed and pulled down the covers. I helped her into bed and joined her. Before pulling the covers back up to cover us I said, "Honey, You know this trip is for you. Right now, there are choices to make. We have had lots of sex and adventure and we can have more sex right now. I can smell the delicious fragrance that is yours and yours alone. I would love to go between your legs and taste your pleasure. If you would rather, I am equally excited to be inside you with my cock. I want you to be catered to, to be completely satisfied that I gave you whatever I could this weekend. What is your pleasure?"

Colleen's arms went around my neck and her face pulled close to mine in the dim light.

"Pete, I want you to hold me all night long. I don't need a display of how manly you are and how many times you can get it up. I wanted an adventure when I made the announcement. You gave me that. God, how you gave me that! Now, in this moment I can tell you that what I want more than anything is to be your woman, for us to be a couple. Loving you, living with you in my life, as a partner, would make me the happiest I have ever been."

I kissed her, or she kissed me. It doesn't matter which of us started it. It happened, over and over for a while and then we covered ourselves and slept, holding each other.

We were awakened by sunlight. It hit a car window and bounced in our ocean facing windows. We rolled over and attempted to go back to sleep. It didn't work. So, we got dressed and headed out for the day's adventure.

It is seventy-three miles on a twisting, turning, elevation changing, mostly two lane road from Cambria to my favorite restaurant on the west coast of the United States, Nepenthe. On a freeway seventy-three miles is just about an hours ride. On the coast highway, on a motorcycle, it takes longer. Add in the time for a couple of scenic overlooks and it was lunch time when we arrived.

Nepenthe sits atop a outcrop about four hundred feet above the ocean with a view for many miles south along the coast. Beginning at lunch time there is seating on either of two patios overlooking the coast. The food is incredible and the service is friendly. The regulars are professors, poets, artists, writers and other creative folk. Colleen and I were seated at a table for four. We were still looking at the view and not the menus when another couple were brought to our table. I looked at the waitress as it is customary for them to ask before seating strangers at a table. Then I looked at the couple. They were the people from the Miata!

"When I saw you I told the waitress you were our friends. I hope you don't mind."

Colleen answered, "Not at all. Please do join us. I'm Colleen and this is Pete."

"Do you recognize who they are?" I asked.

"Of course. They drive a Miata."

They sat. We looked at menus and the waitress came for our orders.

"Order anything you want. We are buying, as a way of saying Thanks." The man said.

I'm sure we ordered what we would have ordered if we were paying. The man introduced them as Helen and Mike after the waitress left. A few seconds of uncomfortable silence was broken by Colleen.

"I'm dying to know, how has your trip been since we saw you?"

Helen blushed and said, "I'm so glad we bumped into you here. I've been burning to tell someone about what happened and there is no one I can tell when we get home!"

"No one?" Colleen asked.

"No. Mike and I aren't married. We are members of a rather conservative church in Oakland. Our wedding is next year. Who could I tell that I stripped and had sex with Mike on the hood of his car?"

"Speaking of that, how was that for you?" I asked.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, that was the most incredible thing that has ever happened to either of us!" Mike added.

"Had you been intimate before?"

"Only touching each other for moments through our clothes. I had never seen a naked man before I saw you and Mike! Only my doctor and a nurse had seen me naked!"




A is for Adventure



"Why did you do what I told you to do?" I asked.

"We've talked about that, since, and what we believe is that we wanted to do it and you telling us to do it shifted the responsibility from us to you."

"Oh?"

"That's why we did it in that moment. We've done it a lot since then. Our idea. Our responsibility."

"What happens when you get back to Oakland?"

"We have two more days before we need to be back. We're talking about getting married and telling everyone at home we just decided not to wait."

Lunch arrived and was eaten with minimal attention to the food other than to notice it was good. After the dishes were gone we had tea and talked. Mike asked the waitress who brought the tea if there were ever weddings at Nepenthe. There were and she connected us with the wedding coordinator of the restaurant.

Forty minutes later the wedding was planned and the coordinator pulled a string she had getting a license faxed from her friend at the courthouse. Mike paid for it with the coordinator, Judy, and she would pay the person at the courthouse.

We agreed to meet back at Nepenthe an hour before the wedding, at one o'clock the next day. Colleen and I hugged them both and headed back for Cambria. Our helmets were connected and part way back Colleen said, "A dollar for your thoughts."

"I'm thinking about letting the impulsive Pete loose and asking you to do something outrageous."

"We've done sex at the beach, on the motorcycle, in public. What now?"

"Let me think about it a little while longer. OK?"

"Tell me before dinner, OK?"

"OK."

We still talked and enjoyed the changing scenery. Along the coast the scene changes as the sun traverses the sky. The colors change, the ocean sparkles differently, and Colleen commented about everything she saw.

In Cambria I rode past our cottage and into town. A parking space opened up and I slid the bike in and parked.

"Where are we going?" Colleen asked.

"For a walk. Maybe a little shopping." She took my arm and we walked. She had a sly smile on her face, like she knew what I was up to. We looked in the windows of a gallery, then a market, then another gallery.

"If I knew what you are looking for, maybe I could help."

"Do I look like I need help?"

"No, but I'd like to help anyway."

The next store was a jewelry store. I walked by without even looking. Then a gallery and I looked through the windows.

I'd been to Cambria before. The next jewelry store was the one I liked, and I walked in. I walked to the diamond counter and sat down. The sales person was there in a second, "May I help you?"

I motioned Colleen into the seat beside me. Looking at the sales person I said, "Wait just a second and I'll answer your question."

I turned to Colleen and said, "I'm sixty years old and I don't want to spend one day of the rest of my life without you. Will you marry me?"

Tears had been flowing down her cheeks since we had entered the store. She had a powerful grip on my left hand.

"We're crazy, you know that don't you?"

"Yes. Is there someone else you'd rather be crazy with?"

"No! Do you mean get married tomorrow?"

"No. I want to give you time to have the wedding you want. I'll rent a tux, or wear jeans. Weddings are mostly a statement of I love you so that everyone knows. I want everyone I know to know. Women generally think about weddings a lot more than men. If you say yes, you pick the time, the place and I'll be there."

"You want everyone you know to know what?"

"That I love you."

"I can say yes without a ring."

"The ring is another way to say I love you, she's taken and someone loves this woman. I would love it if you would wear an engagement ring and then a wedding band."

She turned to the jeweler and said, "Yes, you can help us. We'd like to look at a wedding set, size seven."

Less than an hour later we walked out of the store with a small box in my pocket and a ring on the third finger of her left hand. The small box held two wedding bands.

We had time to go to our cottage and clean up before dinner. We rode over to the cottage and when we closed the door Colleen jumped me. Her arms encircled my neck and her legs went round my hips. Her lips found mine and met in joy. Somehow we got undressed and Colleen held her left hand up by her right nipple and asked, "Do you like my new ring? I think it goes well with the tone of my skin, do you?"

I agreed and we snuggled on the bed until suddenly Colleen sat up and said, "Oh damn! I have a crisis! Pete, do you know of a store in town where I can get a dress?"

"A dress?"

"Yes! We're going to a wedding tomorrow!"

"Right! Yes, I think I know a place where you can get a dress. Can I go to a wedding in jeans and a western shirt?"

"Not if we can find something a bit more formal. Let's go!"

In the store, the first store we went in, Colleen found a dress. Flowered print made of a material so thin it looked to me like it was made of woven spider webs. It buttoned right from the scoop neckline to the hem with tiny white buttons. She also found a pair of sandals. Next door I found a pair of gray slacks and a white shirt. We were ready. With our new clothes in a bag we walked to the Sows Ear. As we were seated the waitress noticed the new ring on Colleen's hand. She called to the other waitresses and they made a big deal of the whole engagement thing.

In the midst of that one of the waitresses asked, "How long have you two been a couple?"

We looked at each other and Colleen answered, "This is our first date."

We had a visible demonstration of shock and awe. They stood there shocked into silence for a long moment.

I added, "We've know each other for a while but never really got together until now. It's Colleen's birthday and..."

"And I get Pete as my present!" Colleen finished my statement. The shock passed into awe and the manager came to us and said dinner would be their gift to both of us.

The manager kept bringing people to our table so they could see the ring and meet us. The whole restaurant sang Happy Birthday when a small cake was delivered to our table as dessert. Talking with people as we met them and after the singing we felt like we were really with friends. Colleen surprised me.

She said, to everyone in the restaurant, "We have some friends who are getting married tomorrow at two o'clock at Nepenthe. I would love to surprise them by having lots of new friends attend their wedding. Right now it is just Pete and me who will be there. Please, if you can, come join us."

Cheers and clapping let us know that the wedding would be another adventure. As we left the Sows Ear another couple was also leaving. They walked with us for a block and the man asked, "Where's your car parked?"

"We walked from the cottages where we're staying."

"You're the couple on the motorcycle?"

"That's us."

"We are in one of the other cottages. Can we walk back with you?"

"Sure, but we stop along the way."

"For?" The woman asked. Colleen turned and we kissed. She held my ass and I held hers.

"Oh. I should have known."

We laughed and walked on. At another corner I turned to Colleen and we kissed again. I whispered, "I love you" and she pinched my nipple. When I looked, our neighbors were kissing. We waited and then crossed the street together.

At the front of our cottage they thanked us for a wonderful walk and left us. We went inside and hung up our new clothes. Colleen showed me her new ring twice more before we fell asleep.

In the morning over breakfast we discussed things. Things like, do we attempt riding to Nepenthe in our fancy clothes? Like, what time should we leave for the wedding? We decided to bring the wedding clothes not wear them and leave at a little after eleven. The couple that had walked home with us joined us near the end of breakfast and said they had decided to attend the wedding. They would take our good clothes in their car and they would follow us to Nepenthe.

I warned them, "We stop along the way."

They both smiled.

We left at a few minutes after eleven and stopped twice along the seventy-three mile trek. We arrived at five minutes to one. Helen was standing in the parking lot in a white sun dress. Mike was not in sight. 

Colleen said, "I'll bet it's the old thing of you shouldn't see the bride in her dress before the ceremony."

We told them we had invited some friends to the wedding. Colleen took Helen and Sue with her to get changed and Sue's husband Alan and I took my good clothes and went to see where the wedding was going to happen. The far patio was set up for the wedding and I left Alan there to greet people as they arrived. When I had changed and returned Alan told me that Sue had come out looking for me. I went to the door of the ladies room and Sue came out.

"Pete, Colleen is in a panic. She's afraid to come out in that dress."

"Why? I saw it on her last night in Cambria. It's beautiful."

"Oh, you're right it is beautiful, and it's sheer!"

"Sheer?"

"In the daylight you can see through it!"

"Really?"

"Yes! She stepped out of the bathroom and I could see her panties clearly as soon as she stepped into the sunlight."

"Stay right here." I stepped past her and opened the door to the ladies room. Colleen was just standing there looking at me, wearing that wonderful, sexy dress. Even in the bathroom I could make out her panties.

I held out my hand and as she took it I said, "Please trust me." I walked us out, passed Sue and onto the wedding patio. I stood her right where she would be standing for the ceremony and her panties were easy to see. Sue had followed us out. I motioned to Sue to sit in one of the chairs. I reached under Colleen's dress and pulled her panties off. Her eyes went wide and Alan's mouth dropped wide open.

I looked at Sue and said, "What can you see?"

"Nothing. The problem's solved." She smiled. I had her change seats and keep looking. With Colleen naked under the dress the print covered her well. I put her panties in my pocket and kissed her. Sue went in to tell Helen the problem was solved. Colleen stood very close to me and said, "Alan and Sue both know I'm naked under this dress."

"If you think about it, everyone is naked under whatever they're wearing. I like thinking about it. Even better I like knowing I can hold you right now in front of everyone and I know just how naked and wet you are."

"Oh! Sometimes you are such a man!"

"Thank you!" I kissed her. The way she returned the kiss told me she was very turned on, excited, and that she felt sexy.

By two o'clock there were twenty-three people at the wedding. The rent-a-minister did a good job and by two-thirty they were husband and wife. I was the best man and Colleen the maid of honor. Another first for both of us. By five the party was over, we had Mike and Helen's address at home and we were on the road back to Cambria.

The cottage was booked with someone else for the next few days so we had everything with us as we left the wedding party. We were supposed to be back at work at eight the next morning. It was not to be. I had the cell number for the VP of operations at work and I gave him a call. I knew that if he didn't answer it would go to a machine. He answered.

"Mr. Whiten, this is Pete Walters."

"Yes, Pete. You've been on a little vacation haven't you?"

"Yes, Sir. That's why I'm calling. We need one more day. Would it be OK if we miss work tomorrow and count it as vacation?"

"We?"

"Yes, Sir. We got engaged this weekend and attended a wedding. Oh, the we I'm talking about is Colleen and me. She wanted an adventure for her birthday. She got one."

The pause lasted a long time. When he spoke I could hear the smile on his face.

"Take two days. Both of them on me. Congratulations to both of you! This is great!"

We took both days and had another adventure. 



A Is For Anal



Inspired by Sue Grafton's alphabetical series. 

"So?" 

Betty Simmons stared across the lunch table at her friend, Carol Whyre. Carol had taken a bite of her egg salad sandwich and was chewing thoughtfully, smiling as she purposely ignored her friend. 

"So?" 

"So, what?" 

"So what's it like?" 

Carol took another bite, still smiling. "What's what like?" 

"You know." Betty looked around, making sure that anyone else that might overhear was well out of earshot. "Getting it in the booty." 

"Oh, you mean, anal sex." 

"Sshhh!!" Betty looked around nervously. "Yes, I mean anal sex. What's it like?" 

Carol set her sandwich down and took a long drink of her pop. "Betty, why are you asking me?" She wiped her mouth. "Are you and Charles thinking about it?" 

"Uh, no." Betty ate a spoonful of soup, deep in thought. "Uh, yeah, we are. At least he is." 

"Betty, you mean to tell me that you've been married 13 years and you haven't had anal yet?" 

Betty nodded. "Nope. Never wanted to." 

"But Charles wants to." 

"Yep." 

"Do you?" 

"I don't know. I'm kinda scared that it'll hurt." 

"Well, it does hurt, but only for a bit. You remember your first time?" 

"Yeah." 

"Sorta like that. But it gets good real quick." 

"I don't know, Carol." 

"Listen, why don't you and Charles come over to the house tonight? Lewis and I will show you how it's done." 

Betty was glad that she had swallowed her soup because she would have spewed it across the table. Instead, she just stared at her friend. "What?" 

"You heard me." Carol finished the last of her Pepsi and winked at her astonished friend. "I'll expect you for dinner at 8." 

Betty watched Carol leave the lunchroom, her mind in a fog. Had her best friend really offered to show her and her husband how to do anal? Did she really just hear those words? For some odd reason, her nipples hardened and she shivered. 

So, the real question is ... do we go or not? 

* * * * * 

Carol knelt at her husband's feet and spread his legs open. Lewis leaned back in the recliner and made himself comfortable, anxious awaiting the touch of his wife's mouth on his hard cock. It was blackmail, he knew but he could never resist a blowjob from her. He loved the way her mouth felt, especially when she filled it with spit, then plunged him deeply inside, bathing him in the warm fluid. He shuddered as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling over his flesh while her knowing finger burrowed into his asshole. 

Lewis groaned, his prick flexing as he thought about the conversation that had started this. Carol had arrived home as usual and he was at the sitting room's picture window, watching her walk up the long pathway to the front door. She still looked like she had when they'd first married: reddish-blond hair, 36D boobs and curvy hips. And those legs ... he had enjoyed each and every moment that he'd spent between those ivory limbs. 

But today was different. Today, Carol had come home and nearly attacked him in the foyer, pressing those jiggly breasts against him, her tongue delving into his mouth. He had no warning and no defense. She pushed him back onto the couch, rubbing that beautiful body all over his and making him insane with need. 

"Lewis, I've invited Charles and Betty to dinner tonight." 

Her hot tongue plunged into his ear and he stiffened with a hiss, his cock leaping into hardness. "So?" 

"I invited them over to see you ream me." 

"What!?" 

"Um, hmm." She applied her teeth along the edge of his ear, grinding her hips into his crotch. "They're going to watch you fuck me in the ass." 

"Carol ... " 

"If you do this for me, I'll give you a blowjob whenever and wherever you want. No questions asked." 

Damn! She knew exactly how to get to him, exactly what he liked. That's how he got himself into this position, spread-eagled on his favorite recliner with her mouth on his dick. He had never had sex in front of anyone, not even in college and to think that it would be in front of his good friend, Charles, made him light-headed. He'd met Betty first when they had moved into the neighborhood and thought that she was a cute woman with her dark curls and green eyes. He nearly laughed aloud when he met Charles, a six-foot counterpoint to his pixie-sized wife who stood at 5" 2'. Still, Betty and Charles had become their best friends. 

Lewis moaned as Carol started salivating on his cock. The thick liquid coated him like cunt juice and he moaned again, feeling her suction move the fluid around his flesh. He had thought about fucking Betty, only because of her tasty mouth. He'd never told Carol of his fantasy. He was worried that she might be upset since they were such close friends. But now, with Betty and Charles coming over tonight ... was it Fate? 

Her teeth scraping his tender flesh made any thoughts disappear into thin air. His raw nerves screamed, his cock jumped in her jaw. She latched onto the head of his prick with suction so tight that it became painful. She didn't care. She knew that he liked it. She bobbed up and down, her tongue gliding across the tender underside while the head stayed locked in the cage of her muscular mouth. Within moments, he was cumming and cumming hard. The combination of her strong mouth and lively tongue on his throbbing meat and her finger in his asshole brought him to the edge very quickly. 

"Okay." He panted, his entire body tingling sweetly. "Okay. Bring them over." 

Carol set about fixing her finest meal. The entrée would be chateaubriand with red wine sauce, steamed asparagus, parslied baby carrots and Yukon Gold potato slices with French onion soup as the appetizer and a store-bought chocolate cream pie for dessert. The doorbell rang five minutes early but she was ready. She opened the door. 

Charles and Betty stood on the stoop, frosted bottles of champagne in their hands. Betty was cute in a floral frock and Charles handsome in a casual suit. He stepped in, his smile blinding the darkness of his olive features. "Hi, Care." His kiss, though somewhat chaste, vibrated with desire. 

Carol accepted his kiss and smiled as he headed on to see Lewis. Betty entered next, her face red with nervousness and embarrassment. "Hi, Betty." She ushered her friend into the kitchen and the foursome sat down to dinner. Everything had turned out perfectly and the champagne coupled with the other bottles Lewis had bought took the tense edge off of the gathering. They took the two unopened bottles into the living room after Lewis had refilled everyone's glasses to the lip. 

"So." Carol took a long drink and walked over to Charles. "You know the reason we invited you this evening?" 

Charles looked uncomfortable but nodded, "Yes." 

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Carol grinned and with a slight nod, she called Lewis over to her side. "Can we help you prepare?" 

"Y-Yes. I guess so." 

Carol turned to Charles and took his glass, raising it to his lips and making him swallow it all. He did so, uneasy at first, then confident as he asked for another glass. "Later." She purred into his ear. "First things first. Sit up." Carol peeled the light wool jacket from his shoulder and tossed it aside, following with his shoes and socks. She was surprised to feel him shudder at her touch. "Here." She refilled his glass and watched as he drained it. "Are you ready for me?" 

Charles turned three shades of red before muttering, "I think so." 

Lewis slid onto the couch next to Betty and toasted the evening's festivities. "Betty, I have something to confess." 

"What, Lew?" 

"I've never done something like this before." 

She giggled, light-headed from the champagne's bubbles. "Me, neither." 

"Good. Then you won't hold it against me?" 

Betty smiled. "Of course not." 

Lewis leaned down and pressed a kiss to her accepting mouth, his hand cupping her breast and pinching the nipple. She groaned loudly, drawing Carol and Charles' attention. Carol finished her job of stripping Charles to his boxers and elbowed her husband. Lewis laughed, hugging Betty. "You weren't supposed to seduce her!" They all laughed as Carol pulled Betty onto her feet. "Come on. Let's head upstairs." 

Carol had often boasted about her bedroom, but Betty hadn't thought much of her words until she actually saw it. A huge King-sized bed took up most of the space, the sheets crisp and floral. Carol and Lewis stripped to their undergarments and Betty removed her own, nervously. Lewis wrapped his arms around his wife. 

"I want you to follow what I do, Charles." 

"Okay." 

Lewis turned to his gorgeous wife and gave her a deep kiss. Carol reacted by putting her hand behind his neck and pulling his mouth more firmly onto hers. His hands dropped down to her breasts, eagerly massaging the fleshy globes and using his thumbs to make her nipples hard. Carol moaned against her husband's mouth, responding to his rough touch and feeling her pussy gush. He pulled her bra off, sucking on her dark nipples until she was screaming in passion. 

Charles watched his friend making out with his own wife and felt strange for a moment. Then, he remembered all the porn movies that he and Betty had watched together and saw that it was nothing different. Maybe things were better because Carol and Lewis weren't strangers. He put his arms around his lovely wife and pulled her into a deep kiss. Betty resisted for a moment, then pushed her body against his, sighing over the feeling of his tongue in her mouth. She loved it when he took her deep and he knew it. 

Betty let Charles lead her to the bed and before she knew it, she was lying next to Carol, enjoying the proximity of her friend and the attentions of her husband. Somewhere along the way, her bra disappeared and Charles' mouth was rubbing and licking all over her hard nubs. She groaned as his fingers slid down her body to her panties and pulled them down. She raised her hips, loving the feel of his hands on her skin. 

"Go down on her, Charles." Lewis watched his wife crouch onto all fours and moved behind her, bending to thrust his tongue into Carol's juicy pussy. Carol moaned, pressing back and purring at her husband's ministrations. His tongue licked up and down her slit, making her quiver and call his name. 

Charles didn't have to listen to his friend's words to know what to do. He loved to eat his wife's pussy. He moved between her legs and lapped hungrily, smiling as Betty screamed as she reached orgasm not once, but twice. 

"Now?" 

Lewis smoothed a hand over Carol's sweaty flesh. "Yes. Now." 

Since Lewis had done this before, he figured that he should show Charles how to do it. He removed a tube of lube from the nightstand and squeezed a huge dollop onto his hand, rubbing it all over his hard length. He saved a bit to slide into his wife's asshole, then moved behind her and gave a slight push. The head slid in slowly, stretching Carol's well-used anal ring and she made no protest, welcoming him into her body. 

Charles moved much slower, thanks to Betty's fear. She lay back and raised her legs, hooking them over his shoulders and gritted her teeth, eyes closed. "I won't hurt you, baby." She felt the cold lube coating her asshole and looked up at her husband, her eyes pleading. The head of his hard penis pushed against her tight hole and she felt her flesh stretching. 

"Charles!" He pushed in a bit at a time, waiting until she nodded that she was okay. Betty sighed at the fullness she felt, her pussy reacting to the pressure. "Oh, baby!" Her entire body trembled as she felt him stroking her ass innards, sensations crackling along her skin like a live wire. Never had she felt something like this. It was so good, despite the pain. 

"Put her on all fours, Charles!" 

Carol watched as her husband's best friend pulled his slimy cock out of his wife's ass and helped her onto her hands and knees. Charles lined up at her asshole and pushed himself in with a determined face. Betty cried out, reaching back to pull him in deeper. Lewis slid underneath and rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy. With a nod from her husband, he pushed himself into her wet pussy, groaning with her as he felt his friend's dick through the thin layer of flesh. 

Charles moved faster, now excited with the presence of his friend. He and Lewis found a satisfactory rhythm and began to fuck a screaming and thrashing Betty with a steady tempo. Betty couldn't help but scream. The exquisite pain of her asshole perfectly blended into the pleasure of her cock-filled pussy. Charles pumped into her ass, licking and biting her back while Lewis squeezed her tits, leaning up to bite her nipples. "Oh, God!" 

When her climax hit, she thought she was on a different planet. Her pussy twitched and flexed, the connecting muscles wrapping around Charles' cock like a glove. Charles yelped and Lewis groaned, both pumping their loads into her ass and pussy. Both men pulled out of her pulsating body, Charles embracing her warmly. 

"Did you like it, honey?" 

"Mmm, yes." Betty hummed, snuggling against him and falling asleep, sighing as she felt cum oozing out of her asshole and slippery cunt. She didn't hear her best friend as Carol said, 

"Hey, is it my turn now?" 



A is for Anal



The following story is true. It happened some 20 years ago in Liverpool, England. To protect the innocent and not-so-innocent, names of people and places have been changed and the action brought up to date. Bon appetit!

The marriage had been going down hill for a few months. I knew it - Angela knew it. Some of our friends and family knew it. So when the split came nobody was too shocked . The fact that the final split was caused by me walking into our bedroom and finding my wife getting royally fucked by a guy I used to think of as my friend, was perhaps the only shock.

I pulled them apart, gave him a couple of quick rabbit punches followed by a haymaker to the nose. As he scampered down the stairs I stared at my wife. Her legs still wide open, pussy lips red and swollen, cunt hair wet and sticky. My dick was starting to harden, but I was still angry. I slapped her, turned and left the marriage home.

For the next three weeks or so I was incommunicado. Nobody could get hold of me. My mobile was switched off, I took a sabbatical from my job as a doorman at Peroni's Nightclub, and moved in with my friend and co-doorman Tony.

The days were spent sunbathing in Tony's garden, and at night while Tony was at Peroni's I would surf the internet, watch some porn or football on the box and get through the better part of a bottle of vodka. After three weeks of this I was bored. I needed to be back at work, back at the club. I also needed to get laid! I called Alex, the club manager and told him I was coming back in that evening.

Peroni's was the third nightclub I had worked the door for - but it was by far the best. Targeted at a slightly older and more affluent clientele it attracted people from all parts of the city. During The Grand National race meeting we would get a whole slew of celebrities looking for somewhere to splash their winnings. (One year I ended the night in the back of a hired limousine going down on a member of a famous girl band - but that's another story for later in the alphabet). But for most of the year it was normal, very attractive local non-famous people.

Like Julie.

Julie was a tall, well-built, red-haired solicitor; friend with most of the girls behind the bar, and well known to all the regulars. She was an excellent dancer and one of the hottest flirts around. The amount of times she had 'accidentally' backed in to my crotch...well I'd lost count.

On my first night back at work after my break Julie was one of the first in.

" Heard about you and your wife," she said before even greeting me hello.

" Yeah, well..." I shrugged.

" If you ever get lonely...." she let the sentence dangle in the air, licked her lips outrageously and sashayed off into the club. I watched her disappear and then turned to see the other guys on the door staring at me.

" What?"

"She wants you Kenny. She wants you so bad she's almost dripping," said Barney.

I shook my head. " She's a prick tease guys - always has been."

From the look on their faces I could tell they didn't believe it. And I got to thinking. Would Julie go further? Could I tempt her? I decided to try and find her during my midnight break. Maybe I could get a little action.

Two hours later, with the witching hour approaching, I took my break. Instead of heading up to the restaurant kitchen where I usually spent my break talking football with Graeme the chef I headed toward the dance floor, my eyes searching for Julie. I saw her almost instantly - her red-hair flashing above the rest of the bottle-blond tresses of the other women.

I caught her eye and hooked a finger in the classic 'come-here' motion. She pointed at herself, mouthed the word 'me?' with a small smile on her face.

I nodded.

She came over.

I whispered in her ear.

She nodded.

We left the dance floor.

Next to the main bar, there was a set of double doors leading to a small corridor containing three doors. One was the door that led to a fire exit door and which - despite the law - was padlocked. One led to the stock room and was also padlocked. The third was a cloakroom used by the staff. 

I opened the door, flicked the light, and ushered Julie in.

I faced her.

" Look Julie, I'll come right out with it, okay? You know about my wife, so I'm not gonna' lie. I haven't had any action for three weeks and I could sure do with some. I don't know whether anything will come of us.... Y'know, like a relationship or anything, but..."

She put a finger to my lips hushing me. " Just a fuck, right?" she said.

I nodded.

She smiled.

"That'll do for me as well. Only there are two things."

" Go on," I replied.

" Okay first, this is your call, right? You want sex, I'm gonna agree. But at some time in the future it might be the other way round. I might be the horny one and I might come to you looking for satisfaction. You've got to agree to returning the future as and when I ask. Deal?"

"No problem. Whats the second thing?"

"The second thing is I started my period yesterday, so you aint going there tonight. But if you fancy it....." she ran her hand through my hair and stared deep into my eyes, her breath hot and scented on my face, " You can be the first man to have anal sex with me."

Fancy it? My pants were around my ankles almost before she had stopped speaking. My wife - ex-wife, I should say - hated the thought of getting her arse poked. I couldn't even get my finger there. And its not usually the kind of thing you ask for on a one night stand, is it? Not usually.

Julie turned from me, leant forward across a table, hitched her skirt, and pulled her panties to one side. I caught a glimpse of her pussy hair - red, which I hoped was her natural colour and not some sort of leakage problem going on.

" Take it easy, though , huh?"

I nodded, not taking my eye from her...eye, so to speak.

I licked my hand and transferred the moisture to the end of my prick. Placing it at her entrance I gently eased forward. Nothing but a quiet yelp from Julie.

I backed out and tried again - nothing doing. For a third time I pushed forward, this time there was a bit of forward motion, but a louder yelp from Julie.

" Stop, stop," she said.

I pulled back, disappointed and frustrated. She caught the look on my face and smiled.

" Don't worry, big boy, we'll get you in some how." She burrowed in her purse and produced a small tube of hand cream. Kneeling in front of my dick, she gave me a quick suck and then started to rub the hand cream into my member.

" Try again," she whispered, her voice harsh and rasping.

We resumed our position - but this time my cock started to ease through her ring. Having never had anal before I wasn't sure what to expect, but it felt wonderful - just like a very tight pussy. I eased on and on until all of my cock was in.

" You okay?" I asked.

" Yeah, just....just go easy at first, okay?"

I nodded , grabbed her hips and started to fuck Julie's arse. The feeling was incredible, and a part of me fell in love with her that night. Meanwhile a part of me wanted one of the other guys to come in and see me with my cock buried to the hilt in this beautiful woman's arse. Complicated things us men, aren't we?

As my pace started to quicken, Julie started to seem to enjoy it. Little moans escaped her lips which just served to turn me on further. I banged a bit faster and a bit harder. She moaned a little louder.

" Come inside my arse" she moaned

No problem. Three more thrusts and I shot three weeks worth of spunk up her tiny rear orifice. (Okay NOT three weeks worth, I like a wank just like the next man - but it was still a lot)

I pulled my shrinking cock out of her arse making sure to take a peak to see what her distended hole looked like - it was red, almost angry looking and bizarrely wide open.

She adjusted her panties, then her skirt then turned to me, her smile bright and beautiful. "D'you enjoy that?" she asked.

" Oh yes," I replied. "You?"

She thought for a second and nodded " It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be."

I was puzzled. " If you weren't sure...why do it?"

She shrugged. " You have to try everything once, don't you. And I thought if I had to put my arse in anyone's hands - so to speak- I could trust you to not hurt me, or to stop if I asked."

That was nice. A compliment. I was a nice guy. I was standing in the staff room of the club with my trousers round my ankles, my shrinking cock hanging in the air after being pounded up the arse of this beautiful woman who was saying goodbye to me and pulling on my cock.

Which was when my wife Angela walked in.

To be continued in "B is For Bang"



A is for Anal



Jackie had always considered herself an open-minded fairly uninhibited woman. At five foot nine, she could have easily gone into modeling, with both a face as well as a shape for doing just that. Long auburn hair falling well past her shoulders, aqua blue eyes that looked sometimes green if she happened to wear that particular color, and full sensual lips that more than one person had actually commented on.

Jackie felt her long shapely legs and ass her best features however, though her small perky breasts held enough allure that whenever she'd worn one of her more revealing bikinis, she'd received enough appreciative glances at them to make her smile, though demurely so, whenever she passed by anyone blatantly looking at them.

She worked in a small boutique close to her apartment. Something she shared with Rachel, her 'very' wild and sometimes almost too promiscuous roommate. As she headed home from having just finished her shift, she was already wondering if Rachel would have one of her many boyfriends over at the house when she arrived there. She hoped not. She was tired, wanted to take a nice hot bath, preferably a bubble bath, sit and relax and let the "Calgon moment" sweep her away. The last thing she wanted, was to sequester herself inside her bedroom, trying to muffle out the sounds of Rachel's ardor, which she was prone to vocalizing at the top of lungs whenever she really got carried away.

Once again, Jackie reflected on the fact she really wasn't a prude, was certainly open-minded for the most part, and usually wasn't all that bothered by most of Rachel's wild shenanigans. But...there was a time a place for anything, and sometimes the timing and place were more convenient for Rachel than it was for her.

She thought she was home free. Entering her apartment, Jackie stood just inside the doorway listening. All was quiet. She smiled inwardly already beginning to unbutton her blouse as she stepped into the hallway headed towards her bedroom. That's when she heard it, or rather heard Rachel, and knew she wasn't alone. Her fantasy of scented candles, plenty of bubbles, and a nice hot steamy bath suddenly being replaced by secluding herself beneath a pair of headphones listening to music instead.

"Oh yeah fuck me! Fuck my ass!" Rachel cried out in that near ear-piercing scream that had become her trademark.

"Damn!" Jackie thought silently to herself. Though annoyed she wouldn't be able to do what she'd been hoping to do, it was Rachel's words that froze her dead in her tracks just outside the not fully closed door of Rachel's bedroom.

"Fuck my ass?" Jackie repeated silently. 

That was one of the few 'lines-in-the-sand' Jackie had drawn and never crossed for herself. Though up until a month ago, she'd also thought she'd never touch another woman either. But Rachel had teased her sufficiently into dangling her toes over that particular line anyway. They'd gotten a little tipsy over a good bottle of wine, had been watching a rather racy movie together where two women, close friends not unlike themselves, had fallen into bed together. From there, Rachel had begun teasing Jackie unmercifully about being horny, (which she was) and finally convincing her to let Rachel get her off using one of her many toys. The fact that Jackie had finally relented had been surprise enough. That she'd then masturbated Rachel with a vibrator had been another.

But this, well this was something else entirely! This was a line she would NEVER cross, this was a line she would never even dangle her toes over unlike the touching another woman thing. Even her ex-boyfriend had found that out in a hurry. He'd been going down on her, something Jackie admittedly did love. And just as she was nearing the sweet throes of orgasm, Darren had placed the tip of his finger at the opening of her ass as some sort of surprised enhancement to her pleasures. Well he had been the one to be surprised as not only had Jackie slapped his hand away from her, but she'd also bolted out of the bed as though being struck with a branding iron. She hadn't seen him since!

"Oh baby, that cute little ass of yours feels so fucking good! So tight around my big, hard, cock!"

Jackie grimaced. She recognized that voice. Brian. She'd had, or rather still had a bit of a crush on him. And though Rachel had told her repeatedly to "go for it!" the thought of letting Brian bed her while still sleeping with Rachel wasn't something she was sure she could handle. 

"Tight little ass-fuck isn't she?"

That was Jerry, Rachel's 'main-squeeze' as she referred to him. But where Brian was, usually so was Jerry as they were best friends. Another reason why Rachel was always trying to hook the two of them up together so that they could perhaps "party" one evening. And though tempted, Jackie wasn't sure she could get into a group thing either. Though that at least was something he actually might consider doing under the right circumstances.

She found she was actually holding her breath. She stood just outside the door to Rachel's room, the door having been left ajar, which she wasn't all that suspicious of in Rachel's leaving it that way on purpose. And though Rachel couldn't have known Jackie had gotten off work earlier than usual, she still wouldn't put it past her to leave such a temptation waiting for her either. If Jackie had one real weakness, one real Achilles' heel, it was her voyeuristic fascination with watching other people having sex. And as such, the 'invitation' whether it really was one or not, was too much of a temptation to pass up.

"At least for a minute or so anyway," Jackie mused, trying to justify her pushing softly and quietly against the door so as to offer herself a naughty little peek into the room. She literally had to catch her breath, as what greeted her was something far beyond anything she was prepared for, or even anticipated seeing.

Nearly exact opposites of one another, Jackie caught her breath at the sight of Rachel's slightly plumper five-foot four inch frame sitting upright on Jerry's prick. With short blonde hair that was almost too short, as she'd sometimes actually been mistaken for some kind of a lesbian lover whenever the two of them had gone out somewhere together. Something Rachel always found amusing, especially as she didn't have any hang-ups about girl-girl sex, and was in fact probably considered more 'bi' than heterosexual. Still, it wasn't seeing that so much, as it was seeing Brian kneeling behind her as she sat, 'his' cock obviously sliding in and out of Rachel's ass as she was simultaneously fucking and being fucked from Jerry below her.

"Oh yeah, fuck me baby, fuck my sweet tight little ass!" Rachel moaned deliriously.

Before she realized she'd even done it, Jackie felt her own hand gingerly teasing the hard taut nubbin of her left breast through the blouse she had partially unbuttoned earlier. Standing in the doorway, but with the hallway darkened, she felt fairly secure in her ability to continue watching them all without anyone actually being aware of her presence. Especially as involved as they were at the moment, with Jerry content to continue to lie there prone, his hands joyfully kneading, sometimes squeezing Rachel's much larger breasts. But it was Brian who knelt behind her friend that both repulsed her, yet at the same time fascinated her so. It was impossible for her to tear her eyes away from the decadent, degrading scene as it continued to unfold. Holding onto Rachel's twin spheres, Brian was thrusting in and out of her ass with a rapidity that seemed impossible to achieve, especially as it was her ass he was actually fucking! She couldn't imagine, nor even begin to imagine having anyone, or anything thrusting in and out of her ass the way Brian was doing to Rachel's. 

"Harder you fucking bastards!" Rachel cried out once again, fuck me harder! I'm almost there!"

Mesmerized, Jackie stood secretly behind the door, peeking through the slightly wider crack that she had carefully created. Continuing to stand there caressing her breast, she had now added the additional stimulation of slipping her hand down between both hems of her skirt as well as her panties. Finding her well-oiled pussy eagerly awaiting the touch of her probing fingers, which she had now begun to gingerly stroke, allowing the excitement and pleasure of her curiosity to replace the initial revulsion of seeing Brian's cock sliding in and out of her girlfriends vulnerably exposed ass.

Rachel had already begun to do "The Tasmanian" as Jackie had teasingly referred to it. Suddenly whipping her head back and forth, side to side, all the while gyrating her entire torso almost spasmodically, arms flailing about her, breasts swinging wildly to and froe as she came. She'd seen Rachel come like this before, and knew that when she did, she was letting out all the stops, totally and completely letting herself go, no matter how weird or bizarre it might seem to anyone else seeing her climax like this. She could care less how she looked, and said so. All that mattered to her was how it felt. And it felt..."fucking fantastic!" she would always exclaim afterwards.

Jackie felt her own 'mini' climax spread in a less than satisfactory wave of pleasure. More a pleasing tingle of sweetness than any kind of earth-shattering explosion, certainly nowhere close to what she was seeing Rachel enjoying at the moment. But it was the fact that Rachel was having such a tremendously powerful climax, obviously so...with one cock in her pussy, and the other in her ass that held Jackie spellbound to the spectacle before her, far longer than she should have stayed, precariously so, lost in thought for a moment, wondering.

"Well? You just going to stand there playing with yourself? Or are you finally going to come in and join us for a change?" she heard Rachel asking, stunning her back to the present with no where to run...or hide the fact that she'd been caught, especially as the door suddenly flew open with Brian standing before her, his cock still rock-hard rigid, the smile on his face wickedly pleased to see her standing there.

Only then did Jackie realize that she still held one hand on her breast, and the other unashamedly down between her legs.

She felt her face burn crimson, even more so when she found herself lustfully gazing down at Brian's condom-covered prick. Just the sight of the condom itself suddenly seeming wicked, "naughty" she thought silently to herself, realizing where it had been, where 'it' had been. Brian's cock, Brian's hard stiff condom-covered cock so brazenly sticking out between his legs, bobbing up and down with eager anticipation.

Jackie couldn't even speak, suddenly feeling herself being pulled into the room, though it was more like she was floating rather than being half-dragged, half-carried towards the bed. She caught a momentary glimpse of that line below her, saw herself floating above it, crossing it, then the feel of many hands upon her as the last shreds of her clothing were removed.

"She ok?" she heard Brian asking as though his voice had come from thin-air. "She looks like she's stoned or something."

Jackie heard Rachel laugh. "No, not stoned, not quite. Just buzzing, she got that way the first time I fucked her with my vibrator," Rachel explained.

"Damn, I'd love to have seen that!" Jerry countered.

"I'll bet you would," Rachel snickered, turning then to address her roommate as Jackie only then began to shake herself from the fugue she'd suddenly found herself in. "So Jackie honey, which one of them would you like to take that virgin ass of yours? Jerry? Or Brian?"

Jackie found herself glancing back and forth between the two men. Both of them with rigid hard cocks, though Jerry's obviously the larger. She could feel and sense herself smiling, wondering briefly how she looked with what must have been an almost idiotic expression on her face. Though the choice was still an easy one, even if Brian had had the large of the two cocks.

"Brian," she near whispered. "I want it to be Brian."

"Shit! Well, at least I get to finally fuck your roomies cunt!" Jerry spoke to Rachel.

"Yeah? Well you'd best be gentle with her Jerry, it might be the one and ONLY time that you do, especially if you get too rough with her. And that goes for you too Brian, especially you!"

Jackie heard a rustle as Brian fished out a new condom, too embarrassed to look over to confirm it however, still dream-like as she felt Rachel leading her over to the edge of the bed.

"Climb on up honey," Rachel told her. Put that sweet-slick pussy of yours over my Jerry's cock. That's it baby, that's it...just like that."

Rachel had held onto Jerry's cock, fitting it, then removing her hand just as Jackie allowed herself to slide fully down the length and girth of him until fully, yet comfortably impaling herself.

"Why don't the two of you do a little pre-emptive fucking for a moment while Brian lubes himself up, and while I make sure you're all nice and ready," Rachel told her.

It had been well over two month's since Jackie had been with anyone, so the feel of Jerry's cock, even if it was Jerry, still felt good to her. She felt a tentative tickle near the opening of her ass, in reflex, clenching herself tightly. 

"Relax baby," Rachel said soothingly, "I'm not going to hurt you. If anything, I just want to make sure that Brian here doesn't hurt you either. So relax, let Jerry's cock stroke you a little, excite you some while I do this."

Jackie did. She found herself grinding against him, enjoyed the feel of his massive member filling her too long forgotten pussy. This time, when she felt Rachel's delicately probing finger, she did relax, relaxed well enough anyway that she didn't flinch as the tip of her friend's finger actually penetrated, the lubrication she was using already coating most comfortably the insides of her virginal fuck-tunnel.

"Feel good?" Rachel asked softly. "I'm not hurting you in any way now am I?" she asked.

"Nnnn, No," Jackie stuttered for a moment finally finding her voice. "No, doesn't hurt...feels good," she stammered still, the feel of Jerry's thick hard cock continuing to slow-stroke into her as Rachel's much thinner, even more delicate finger continued to probe, massaging the tiny puckered opening of her ass.

"Ready Brian?" Jackie heard Rachel asking. "And remember, easy...slow and easy. You let her tell you when it's ok to go any deeper ok?"

"Will do," Brian replied. And Jackie could hear the etched excitement in Brian's tone of voice, easing her tension somewhat, realizing as she heard him speak that he was just as anxious, just as excited as she was. That, and the caring tone he had used, giving her some measure of assurance that he wasn't just going to spear her ass and wait for the pain to finally subside before fucking her even more enthusiastically without any care for her pleasure or discomfort, whatever the case might be.

"Don't worry honey," Rachel continued assuring her. "I'm not going to let Brian put any more of this inside you than either one of us are comfortable with ok? And he knows, should he even try without our say so, I'll break the mother-fucker in half too!"

Jackie laughed in spite of her nervousness. "Anything you say sis," she said affectionately. "I am trusting you..." she left off saying.

"And as for you Jerry," Rachel cautioned, "You can hold still now until I say so. Go ahead and let your cock do the happy dance inside her if you want, but nothing else. Not until I tell you it's ok got it? Oh...and one another thing, when you're ready, when you can't hold out any longer, I'm the one who has dibs on all that stuff floating around inside your ball-sack got it?"

Jerry merely nodded his head. He knew better than to argue with Rachel, especially over his "pearly-prize" as she called it.

Jackie felt the tip of Brian's prick pressing against the sensitive opening of her ass. Simultaneously, she also felt Rachel's fist as it too rested against her, ensuring as she did that Rachel was indeed in control of any sudden movements by Brian.

"Easy does it now," Rachel instructed, "slow and easy, just say when," Rachel stated turning towards Jackie. "You let both of us know how it feels honey."

It felt good. But Jackie couldn't speak the words at the moment, too focused, too concentrated as she felt the bare-ended tip of his prick suddenly press through the virginal opening of her sphincter.

"Nice baby, nice...you handled that really well. He's got the head in you now, and I must say baby...it looks wonderfully wicked!"

Jackie was surprised. It did take a moment or two to become accustomed to the sudden intrusion, and though there had been a momentary stab of discomfort, it hadn't been like anything she'd expected, or anticipated feeling.

"Rest easy there sport, we're in no hurry here!" Rachel continued her warning towards Brian. "Jackie will let us both know when she's ready for any more of that prick of yours!"

By way of an answer, Jackie felt the muscles in her ass loosen, taking that moment and opportunity to push back against him, forcing a good inch to slide in behind the head of his now comfortably enclosed prick.

"Ohhh," Jackie moaned, but it was a pleasurable moan, and one that Rachel well knew and took satisfaction in hearing her utter.

Jackie took her time, gradually, slowly, she felt Brian's long hard prick eventually enter her fully until she felt the base of his cock-stem nuzzle comfortably against the firmness of her ass. By now of course, Rachel had removed her hand, placing them on her roomies breasts where she now tweaked and pleasured her nipples, intensifying the sweetness and pleasure of her virginal ass now thoroughly filled, and wonderfully pleasured.

Jackie was swimming in a sea of unanticipated ecstasy. Even the feel of her roommate's hands upon her twin spheres was an unexpected, but certainly delicious welcome. As the two men began to rock in harmonic rhythm within her, Jackie felt both her pussy, and for the first time her ass, begin to quiver in tingling surges of erotic, sensual delight. She could not have imagined, nor ever begun to comprehend that that particular opening could harbor such sensitivity, the kind of which was not only pleasurable, but becoming more and more so by the second. 

"Oh yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my cunt! But whatever you two do...FUCK ME!"

Rachel burst out laughing. It was so out of character for Jackie to speak so coarsely, and hearing her do so while the sweet, stinging slap of flesh on flesh resounded within the room, that Jackie could only laugh with her, understanding as she did, why Rachel perhaps was so vocal herself whenever she was being so wondrously violated as she was now.

"Shut up you fucking cunt," Jackie cried out wantonly, knowing full well that her verbiage would only please as well as amuse her friend.

As though to confirm that, Rachel laughed again, even louder. "That's my horny little bitch!" she called, crawling up onto the bed suddenly straddling Jerry's torso. Jackie wondered for a moment if Rachel would merely sit down on Jerry's face so he could tongue her needful pussy. But no...as she quickly discovered, that hadn't been Rachel's intention at all! Rachel moved towards her, her long fingers reaching down to spread a part the lips of her liquefied quim, exposing the pearl-sized clit that stood out all shiny and expectant with needful desire.

"Kiss it you bitch! Go on! Kiss it! Suck it! You know you've always wanted to! So do it!"

She'd already crossed one line, so why not another. As a matter of fact, she'd already crossed two lines, now participating in what could only be considered a 'group-sex' type of encounter. 

With Brian's cock almost magically transporting her to another level of pleasure never before experienced, as well as Jerry's thick massive cock, filling her cunt even more fully than it had ever been before, Jackie allowed the tip of her tongue to slither out, making contact with Rachel's obscenely displayed clitoris. An electrical surge of additional lust exploded somewhere deep inside her mind, she felt her ass tighten, clenching the shaft that so boldly and freely slid in and out of her now, wanting it harder, even deeper if that was possible. Throwing caution to the wind, she wrapped her sensual lips around the tiny organ of Rachel's rapture, drawing it deeply within her mouth, sucking it, and then much to her delight, hearing Rachel's cry of surrender.




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"Oh you beautiful cunt sucking slut you! Yes eat me baby...eat me, eat my cum-fucking pussy!"

It was too much for all of them to bare any more. As Jerry had promised, he quickly warned of his impending orgasm. 

"I don't fucking care!" Rachel screamed out. "Come in her fucking cunt if you want to, I'm cumming now too!"

The sudden flow of additional moisture bathing Jackie's face triggered her own volcanic eruption. Feeling the jettison of Jerry's spunk now bathing her womb, she felt Brian's cock suddenly lurch, spewing deep within the confines of her ass as he thrust deeply into her one last time, holding it there, his balls discharging copious amounts of his semen into the barely manageable condom protecting her.

There were no words to adequately describe the intensity of the orgasmic release she now experienced for herself. The sudden presence of a thousand tiny white stars suddenly filling her head the last thing she briefly remembered before collapsing in a heap upon Jerry's body, Brian tumbling upon her from behind.

She awoke, though how long she had been like this she honestly didn't know. Rachel lay off to one side, spooning her from behind, Jerry spooning Rachel in a like-wise fashion. Brian, lying upon his back Jackie's head comfortably cradled against his chest, her hand even now absentmindedly playing with his flaccid member.

She closed her eyes, smiling within her self. A brief vision of hundreds of miles of sand stretching out in all directions, and not a single line appearing anywhere, in any of it.



A is for Anal



With apologies to Helen Macdonald. 

Just seventy some centimetres south from her neck is an area I have come well to love. The bracken fens nearby, damp, inviting, curling, concealing. That hidden reclusive ravine, holding all that is lovely and beckoning in the feminine world. 

Yet just below, often fearfully neglected, cradled by two rounded smooth hills, lies the object of my dreams for some time, now my own royal game preserve, my refuge from the rest of the forbidding, excessively civilised world. 

I turned May onto her stomach. This is a quiet, pleasant sight. Her shoulders had been well rubbed earlier, now eased and soothed with the oil I had employed. A faint vanilla odour permeated, not overpowering, yet sweet.

Her long brown hair was splayed out fetchingly on the pillows. The landscape contours were inviting, relaxed. I made my way down her body. My fingertips traced her sides, from shoulders to flanks to hips.Brush, brush, brush.

The first time an anus beckoned me, it did not go well. Lana had agreed beforehand, we had talked for some time. Yet our inexperience was breathtaking. Not enough lubrication was used. She said it hurt, which of course I knew as soon as I entered her, and perhaps all should have come to a halt then. But my excitement was overpowering on that first penetration.

I did go slowly, even she would admit that. The feeling of her rim gripping the head of my penis was extraordinary. The tightest entrance ever. Her first involuntary clench caught me by surprise, and we both inhaled sharply. 

She later said that her arse had been on fire. That she felt keenly the impulse to expel the intruder, that my penis felt enormous, invading, ruthless. Perhaps it was. 

We would learn the second time - so excellent in life that there are often second times - both for more liquid smoothing to be applied, but also that if I lay upon her back and reached down and under her, and pleasured her vulva with a hand while I impaled her, that good things would occur.

I smiled at the sight of May adjacent me now. Her long trim body holds a gentle soul. Her mind is quick, agile. We had become a couple easily, and the last six months had been intense, satisfying.

Her head was turned to the right, eyes closed, arms at her side. Her flanks gleamed with the oil I had used. Candlelight illuminated her fair skin. Her arse called me.

Late one night I had been with Jorge in the sauna at the university gym. We were the only ones remaining, after two good hard hours of weights-work and exercise. We were naked, sitting on the wooden bench, sweating heavily. Jorge is from Argentina, a sociologist by training, with smooth handsome brown skin, furrowed brows with piercing eyes below. His thick, darkly-furred legs were well suited for football and squats. 

"You have to be patient," he urged. "No need to rush. An arse needs to be worshipped, gently at first, fiercely only at the end."

His consort, Geena, possessed a rump that called for ravaging. She was short, dark, curly-haired and nearly chestless, but her braless nipples would poke visibly through any shirt she wore. Her arse was round, full, meaty. Jorge confided early on to me that his greatest pleasure in life was to ravish her rear. She did not mind.

He had listened to my musings about May. We talked about the best ways. 

As I stood up, sweat trickling down my body, he gazed at my penis. 

"You will do fine. This is one of the times when large is not always the best." 

He stood up also, his dark heavy penis nodding, the hair on his legs matted down with sweat. 

"I take it that yours has not always found an easy path?" I pointed at his penis but didn't need to.

He laughed. 

"Warmup," he said. "Warmup and more warmup. Like you are getting ready for a long run. Stretching. It must not be dry."

He laughed again, long and comfortably.

"Although I do like it when she grunts on first entry." He smiled confidingly. "Yours is a good size, and with care you will be able to pierce any arse you ever find."

"Let us see it hard," he said. His eyes glinted. 

As if to help matters, he began to stroke his own member. We stood, looking at each other as we caressed our cocks.

They grew. Rapidly. 

The large, rounded head pressed beyond his foreskin. I pictured him impaling Geena while she lay underneath him, her arse-cheeks split asunder. My own penis twitched. 

He was much larger than I. His girth must ream her rectum desperately. I imagined his sperm erupting, jetting inside her, his hips thrusting, balls contracting. I smiled. 

"Fingernails," he urged. "They cannot be trimmed too short."

He looked at my nodding penis - straight, stiff, urgent.

"Yes," he hissed. "You will do fine."

I rubbed May's flanks, her rounded rump-cheeks. My penis twitched. The thought of entering her was overwhelming. Yet I knew I must take my time.

I pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and carefully tucked it underneath her. She made way, and settled herself on top of it. She knew what was imminent. I felt an involuntary shudder.

I kneaded her rump-cheeks, my own penis bobbing. 

Patience. Patience.

The ancient Roman treatise on this, De Arte Penetrationis, from the second century CE, repeated this advice again and again. Never to rush. To exist at that edge. To respect the act of impaling, and the person who would be penetrated. 

The Romans did not much care who, or what, was impaled. It was just more manly if you were the one to wield the javelin, the pilum. Higher status males would take their wives, their concubines, their maidservants, even the water carrier boy, with no compromise to their sexual persona. 

The anus was fair game, regardless, and the author of De Arte, reputedly a cousin of Suetonius, wrote at length about anal preparation, the stretching necessary, the oils to use, and then the entry, the violation, harnessing the raging desire of the erect membrum virile, channelling the urgency of the final thrusts. 

The sides of May's flanks twitched as I stroked them. Tremble, tremble. Her toes curled and uncurled with expectancy. 

Her landscape was so familiar, yet new every time. Always there was a fresh detail to note. Today it was the little hillocks of her vertebra that stood up on the great fair-skinned plain of her back. The candlelight elongated the shadows each spinal bone made as it pressed her skin upward. Sierra the Spaniards called this sort of mountain ridge - saw-toothed, serrated. 

I ran fingers along the ridge of spine, each little prominence giving a pleasing sense to my fingertips. She sighed in anticipation.

Although Lana had been my first, two years ago, blonde taut Gennifer had posed problems. We had talked. She had been fine with the notion in theory. Yet I never was able to enter. Twice we tried. 

Gennifer's arse-cheeks were intoxicating. Smooth, rounded, ample. Dusted with the lightest microscopic blonde down which stood upright when she was cold or anxious.

Yet even after my fingers had entered her, even three together, and she was well stretched and well lubricated, my penis-head would press at her entrance and could go no further. 

I proceeded slowly. I stretched her again, applied more friction-easing liquid. My impetuous cock-head would press against her door and she would involuntarily close tight. In a fit of impatience I even tried pushing hard once against resistance, but that was a mistake. It hurt. I was refused entry. 

I grew angry. Frustrated. Thwarted.

The second and final time we tried was not a disappointment, I think, at least to her. After another fruitless anal attempt, I eventually took her conventionally from behind, as I had many times before, my sperm flooding her insides whilst my fingers reached underneath and rubbed her ravine to a climax, her arse-cheeks shuddering underneath me as I drove. She came hard, with much noise. 

But I knew then my penis would not find refuge in her rectum, ever. 

It was many months after we had parted that I met May. Mabeline is her Christian name. She was from a village in Wiltshire. She told me later she had once been thin, some years ago. As it was, she was trim, firm, well assembled. A fine example of intelligent design. 

She said that after university her thighs had begun to thicken, her bum grown wide and soft from her desk job and lack of activity. Hoping to shed some pounds she took up gym-work, doing squats and lunges with free weights, but the opposite had happened. She gained muscle mass, her thighs got thicker, not thinner, her haunches larger, but far firmer. She was not displeased. 

We met at an outdoor soirée just east of Salisbury. It was a stone manor house from the early 1700s, with spacious back grounds and elaborately trimmed formal gardens. Her smile drew me first, and the way she held herself erect. The faintly curling light brown hair that plunged past her bare shoulders. 

But when she turned and walked back to the manor house, wine glass in hand, I held my breath. Her full rump, held by her perhaps too-snug dress, was impossibly alluring. I knew then that my penis must find a way inside her, into her tightest entry place, between those two strong, devastatingly curved twin sentries that moved with such enchanting abandon. 

But it would take time. An anus must not be rushed.

As I straddled the back of May's left thigh that night, my heavy erect penis resting on a firm dorsal leg muscle, and kneaded one bum-cheek with my hands, I thought back to the first time we made anal love. 

I had prepared for that moment for weeks. The journey had been fraught, but not disagreeable. In our first months together we had taken easily to the traditional aspects of exploring and delighting a new lover. 

We had found distinct ways of pleasuring each other. She was experimental, imaginative. I revelled in her thick nipples, how erect they would become, how easily they yielded to my lingual caresses, my tongue flicking them to attention, small moans of appreciation coming from her mouth. 

Her tongue had determined the best manner to tantalise my penis-head, cause it to grow excited, and then kept on edge, like a cliff diver waiting for the best wave to enter the cove, before violent release would arrive. Pulse, pulse, pulse. The sperm flooding her mouth. Her suction then draining my semen reserves, lips nursing at my cock-head until I was completely spent.

From the beginning we copulated easily. Front to front. On our sides. Upright. Early on I had taken her from behind, and the pleasure she took then augured well for the future. 

I had prepared her mentally for my fantasies, talking much beforehand, praising her rump-cheeks, which neither was difficult nor dishonest. By the first time of my anal entry, she knew the magnitude of my desire. Its white-hot intensity. The raging pleasure my penis would achieve upon her violation. Perhaps she even was able to guess at her own enjoyment in this unnatural coupling. But I had had to proceed to this stage slowly, cautiously, like a panther stalking its prey.

"I should like to make love with Cordelia." 

I had said this one night in bed after we had coupled. My arms were around her, she was facing away. I spoke softly to her left ear. We were both spent, still hot, our breathing and heart rates almost back to normal, satisfied. My warm sperm was nestled inside her.

She stiffened. 

"Already? And we are not yet at the half-year mark together? And you wish to take another lover? Who is this woman? One of your students? How have I displeased you?" There was an edge to her voice, not yet quite angry, but far more than indignant.

"Nay, not that," I whispered. "Cordelia is part of you. You are her overlord, her grand mistress."

She shook her head in exasperation. I could hear a trace of irony in her voice.

"Ah, you've gone and named my quim. That favourite recreational area for your penis. Or perhaps second favourite. While I hate the 'C-word,' as you well know, I hardly think Cordelia is a suitable surrogate." 

She sighed. "You men with your need to names things..."

"No, not your vulva," I persisted. "Your third orifice, as yet in a virgin state."

She laughed, then paused. "Are you serious? You wish my arse to yield to you?"

I heard a challenge in her voice. Not defiance, but a defence. 

My siege took some time, with long extended conversations. She was initially adverse, yet early on I detected a hint of intrigue which I sought to cultivate. I played my arguments out slowly, patiently, trawling for the right catching point. 

It turned out she liked the sound of the word 'sodomy.'

"So illicit!" she murmured. "Nasty. Dirty. Forbidden."

I tried to convince her it was onomatopoeia. The 's' sound of a penis sliding through her well-oiled sphincter, the 'dom' when the mighty cock-head hit the top of her rectum. She laughed but did not believe. 

"I don't think so!" But her eyes twinkled.

She had smiled quietly when after many weeks she finally agreed to my request.

"Yes. I will," she said simply, her lips pursed into a small smile, after I had made my case. "I trust your capacity to be gentle. And I enjoy pleasing you."

Her eyes were hot, her lips soft. Her narrow face looked up at me expectantly. I kissed her hard. 

She asked me why the name Cordelia. I told her this was the identity of the singular object of affection for a man named Johannes, in Kierkegaard's Diary of a Seducer. Johannes was a patient aesthete, his great pleasure in life was everything leading up to pleasure, but not the pinnacle itself.

His modus operandi was to identify a suitable object for his attention, slowly introduce himself to her, gradually excite her own curiosity, arouse in her an interest in himself, and nurture that desire into a long protracted simmer. 

Cordelia was his chosen target, a young innocent maiden in town. He took his time, prolonged the anticipation, lead his prey along, letting her reach an impossible state of anxious desire. Then he broke off, eschewing a satisfying consummation that he felt would inevitably ruin the relationship. Romantic foreplay. An endless round of increasingly attractive appetisers, yet no entrée.

But I wanted my own Cordelia to be completely different. I sought a proper climatic end to the tale. I wanted her to yield, wanted to enter the gates of heaven myself. 

For that first event I took my time. I gave May a long backrub. Her strong thick thighs were softened, her arse well attended, well praised, well oiled. I had lavished my touch to her slowly, lovingly, while at the same time my own thoughts whirled with a reverberating, insistent lust. 

A pillow had been placed underneath her, for comfort. Her bum was somewhat elevated. The fingers of one hand teased and probed her fundament. The fingers of the other were busy pleasuring her labia, soft, wet, excited, the texture of a freshly cut ripe peach. 

I took care then, and ever afterwards, to keep each hand's function separate. Right hand to her channel only, left to her arse. 

Her own climax had grown close, and I continued to arouse her with soft caresses, whilst one slippery finger circled her sphincter, pressing, teasing.

I let her expectation build. My penis nodded. 

First a wet fingertip, pressing, just barely it entered. She gave a small inhalation and I felt her hips shudder.

The rest of the evening careered by in a slow-motion blur. I was able to enter her. I thrust, slowly at first. My head grew dizzy with pleasure. The thought of where my sperm would discharge drove me into a frenzy. I remember how violently my sperm eventually emerged, how wrenchingly my own arse squeezed, how my back muscles curled my pelvis into her. How sweet she felt underneath me as my seed erupted into her rectum.

An anus is neither shy nor coy. Yet it does not leap out at you. You must come to it. It is not a penis, the golden retriever of the male body, all bobbing and wagging and begging for attention, falling over itself with frantic, near-comedic desire.

An anus can be trained. All those nerve endings designed to make the rectum want to expel - they can be coaxed to seek contact, to want stimulation, to welcome the invader. Some strange set of neural connections make them handmaidens to the other gonadic nerves. 

May has said, since that first time, her most powerful orgasms, ever, had occurred when I both stimulated her vulva with my fingers and drove my penis deep inside her rectum. The combination exponentially increased her pleasure. 

These nerve endings are slow friends. They require courtship. One must treat them with respect. If done properly, they will love you back. They will grip your member, squeeze it like a python, pull your semen forth like nothing else. 

A womb is an easy friend to a penis. Everything about it is designed to welcome its advances. Draw its seed forth. A mouth is also natural. A mouth is constructed to allow things to enter, the tongue intended to do marvellous things - dexterous, lubricating, delicate. An anus, however, is engineered to expel. Unlike the other semen receptacles, it will discharge your seed nearly as quickly as it enters. But it is acting within its nature when it does so. 

The first time I heard May at the toilet, while I remained in bed, twenty minutes after our inaugural anal intimacies, I was surprised at the violent noise of my semen's exit from her. Brttt, brrrttt. Explosive. Defiant. An anus retching. She came back to bed with a half-embarrassed face.

"Soppy!" she said apologetically, but she kissed me. And then it just became part of the dance. The arse-penis dance, a tango with impetuosity, a carefully executed crescendo, with a happy leader and a just-as-pleased follower. Sex without soppy is hardly worth the name. 

This entrance, normally an exit, must be indulged. Coaxed. Praised. Worshipped. Loved. Anything less and it is a rape. 

I grazed my hand over her dark groin hair, tickling softly. May keeps her nether regions in a primitive state. Not exactly old growth, yet neither assarted, clear-cut, devoid of lushness. The bracken fur around her vulva excites me, holding her scent close like a low-lying fog. She is musky, like a forest floor after a light rain. Mushrooms, fecundity, porous yielding earth, soft and springy under your footstep. 

I had been at my office at university that afternoon, grading the last papers of Easter term. The coast was almost in view out the window, the great Isle hidden behind a fogbank. The phone rang. Before I picked up, I knew it was May.

No greeting, just one short sentence.

"Will you sodomise me this evening?" she asked. Soft voice. More than a request.

I smiled quietly. "Of course."

"Excellent." Then a pause, and a breathless "Bye!"

It was to be a good night. 

I repositioned May on the pillow underneath her, at the same time continuing to stroke her vulva, the dark curling hairs now seeping wet. Her labia were pliant, eager. Low sweet moans were beginning to come from May's mouth. Head still turned to the side, her eyes were still closed. 

I held my breath. Her arse was intoxicating. Hips slightly elevated, full rounded contours, her flesh almost rubbery to the touch, the muscles so strong and elastic underneath their smooth outer surface of skin. 

I doused her rump with a little more oil, smoothing some into her cheeks, but also making sure her entry was more than wet. 

I moved up behind her, one hand on her vulva, stroking now less softly. I played the thumb of my left hand over her anal entry, circling, pressing, testing resilience. May moaned again and her bum made a little quiver.

Her position was lust-producing. Knees spread wide, arse parted. Ready to be mounted. 




A is for Anal



My penis was in an impossible state. It stood out hard and straight in front of me, so well lubricated that it glistened. Raised blue veins on its shaft. Even with nothing touching it, I felt the nerve endings on its head, ready to enjoy their night's pleasure. They could feel the air, the slightest movement of it over my cock-head. My balls were churning, all drawn up, restless. 

I nudged a little closer, until my prick-head was between her spread cheeks. Abandoning her bumhole now, I ran my penis up and down her arse valley, lightly, teasingly. The underside of my penis nearly sighed with pleasure.

I ran a finger along her labia, then inside her. She shuddered. 

I backed off slightly, using both hands now, one at her channel, the other working her bumhole, circling, pressing more insistently, until with the slightest extra movement, my thumb pressed through her fundament. 

She inhaled sharply. I cherished this moment. No turning back. 

I worked my thumb slowly, and my other hand more vigorously on her channel. May rocked her hips back into me. Her toes flexed and unflexed.

Within a few minutes, I had two fingers inside May, then three. Her tightness gradually gave way, she kept pushing her rump back into my fingers. It was time.

My penis was nodding. Impatient. Delirious. 

I pressed my cock head at her aperture. 

At first tightness, not fighting but neither yielding. 

Press. Press. Let me in. Cordelia.

Please. 

Slowly the ring released against my insistent advance. Millimetre by millimetre my penis-head slid forward through the circle gateway. May held still underneath me. Both of us held our breath. 

And then in. My penis-head only just barely inside, her ring of muscle gripping the bottom edge of my cock-head. My own arse quivered. 

May sighed and turned her head to the other side. I caressed her flank.

We stayed like this for many moments. My penis head was fiery, I could feel her own inner heat. 

It felt like a snug noose was around my glans. Movement was unthinkable then. 

And then she squeezed. The noose tightened. A straitjacket. Her signal.

I felt my penis throb. 

Her back was laid out in front of me. Symmetrical, her shoulder blades tensed on each side of her spine. Her arms were out to the side, elbows making a 'V', hands close together in front of her. Almost as if she were praying. Her hips flexed with knees spread wide. She was supremely vulnerable, yielding, a divine sight. 

Slowly I pushed. Ever so slowly forward. Two millimetres at a time, pausing each time to rest, to stay, to feel, to stretch, to await the next push. 

Finally, after many minutes, my testicles had reached her quim. My penis was completely enveloped. I could feel my cock head throb. 

I laid myself carefully on her back.

My hands found her nipples and rubbed them from underneath. Our hips were joined, we did not move them. Her back was smooth. Oiled. I felt the heat emanate from her.

Her arse squeezed and a little ripple of pleasure ran through my penis. I began to move, ever so slowly in and out, my right hand now rummaging at her channel, stroking labia, rubbing, pushing, pleasing. 

My movements gradually grew more forceful. I still was careful, not sudden, but steadily I slid back, then forward again, my penis ridge delighting in the passage along her rectum walls, her straitjacket of pleasure.

May's breath grew rapid and shallow. Her head went from side to side. I felt her tense underneath me. 

My thrusts grew stronger, deeper. Each time I retracted, my glans ridge would be caught by her grabbing sphincter. And then a plunge again into the depths. My right hand worked furiously now. Pressing hard, slobbery wet with her fluids. 

She yelped. Her arse squeezed my penis like a vice and her hips quivered. 

Clench, clench, clench. My penis was held in a series of impossible contractions. I thrust violently while May shook underneath me. 

Her body grew still, but I kept pushing. My balls were in an undeniable condition. Deep within me I felt the pressure reach crisis. 

With a grunt my sperm issued. At the top of a thrust. My penis-head at its zenith. My arse clenched with ferocity. 

Two, three, five hard pushes and my semen was launched. Each squeeze intense, but slightly less than the one before. My hands gripped May tightly to me.

A few final pathetic rump squeezes and my semen was depleted. 

I lay on top of May, panting for breath. She was hot, wet underneath me. I reached up and held her right hand. She squeezed me back. I kissed her neck, smelled her hair.

My cock quickly lost its stiffness, but I lay inside her for some time, stroking her sides, whispering into her ear. This was always best, to let my penis soften and dwindle, until exit was easy. 

I came out reluctantly, my cock-head slipping tightly out of her anus, a sad goodbye to my cock's warm home. Its refuge, lovenest, dark harbour of desire. 

We slept well and long that night - spent, exhausted, together.



A is for Andrea



A is for Andrea: Sisters are Doing It for Themselves 

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A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! 

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It was only after I'd been back in Brum for about 6 months that I realised that there was a potential 'outlet' for my hobby quite easily available. I mean, like many trannies I'm very secretive about what I do. Don't like to tell people, it's not the sort of thing you chat about in the canteen over lunch, is it? 

'Yes, Fred, I got a gorgeous pair of shoes in a sale last week, kitten heels, a bit high for me but what the hell....' 

Like I said, not the stuff of everyday conversation.

I'd been online into TV chat rooms quite a few times, enjoyed the sexy banter, swapped a few pictures with other trannies, that sort of thing. And seen quite a few cocks, from admirers, guys who fancied themselves and liked to show off.

But it was when my little digital camera broke, usual sort of thing. The basic camera was still working but the shutter button was loose. The only moving part on the whole device. It was only a cheap one anyway, not worth repairing so I bought a new one. A far better camera, much bigger resolution, and cheaper than my old one had been. And it had a web-cam facility.

And that's where my dressing up began to take off. I'd seen some trannies - 'Helencam', 'CamTV4U', that sort of nickname, in the chat rooms before. One of them - I've forgotten 'her' name, even came online to me. I was able to use my software to access her web-cam pictures and watch her 'posing' online for me. Well now I could do it myself.

So I got myself all dressed up in my sexiest outfit, and set up the camera in the bedroom, connected to my laptop so it would be more portable. I amused myself by trying to take some short 10 second videos of my female alter-ego, but it was difficult. The video didn't have a delay setting like the still camera mode.

However the web-cam aspect still worked OK. That was somewhat exciting in itself, lying on the bed in stockings and high heels, watching myself stroking my thighs and sliding my skirt up to show my thong. I logged onto the web and clicked on my chat-room software. I spent nearly half an hour flicking between my three favourite TV rooms but there weren't many in that night, and no-one I could find with their own web-cam. I looked again at myself on screen, my own camera output, I didn't want to waste this opportunity. Quickly I went into the bathroom to put some mascara on. In the bedroom I looked into the tall mirror, bought specially for that purpose. Admiring my female self. I could do it. 

I logged onto the site again and waited.

**admirer4tv** asl?

Bloody rude, I closed him down straight away. A couple of others popped up, starting out in a similar vein. I was beginning to wonder if I was being too quick to click out of what I saw as rude interruptions. Then. 

**Tvcam4cam** Hello there, Beth, how r u?

OK, so this one was polite. May as well give her / him a go.

**BethUKcam** Hi there, w mids UK TV here with cam, u?

**Tvcam4cam** I'm good, w mids TV also. I'm Andrea, where r u?

And we went on exchanging pleasantries for several minutes. He / she was apparently in another Birmingham suburb, only about 4 miles from me. And a bit older, also single, divorced rather but that's the same thing these days. 

**Tvcam4cam** Want to swap pictures?

And I did, sent him -- or her - my very best-looking picture, very slightly soft-focus, taken at a dressing service with the husband of the owner beside me on the sofa with his hand on my knee. OK, with his face blanked out, Victoria had insisted on that when I'd asked her if she would do a photo like that. It was a good one of me, though, tight pale top plunging to show some cleavage - courtesy of some wonderfully-engineered padding - and ultra-short ultra-tight black p.v.c. miniskirt. 

I've always thought I was pretty good at make-up but on that visit Vicky had excelled herself. In her premises I think I looked as near to female as I'd ever done, and on the photos, well, the impersonation was totally convincing. She was good at her job, and I looked good too. As did Andrea, when his / her picture arrived I clicked it open to see a tallish female figure, tall in high heels that is, longish dark hair and very nicely done make-up. 

**Tvcam4cam** You want to show yourself on cam? I will.

**BethUKcam** OK, give me a moment to sort out the connections.

I'd been ready to do this, but I was a little disappointed I'd not done full make-up, red nails, that sort of thing. But my figure looked good, I knew, and anyway this was really why I'd gone online. 

We spent some time again looking at each other, posing rather. It was rather exciting to see another TV 'live' for the first time. Except the one I'd seen briefly at Vicky's that is, 'she' had been leaving as I arrived. Then Andrea surprised me.

**Tvcam4cam** Bethany, I have to go soon, got to be up for work in the morning. How would you feel about meeting up?

I didn't reply. Andrea had surprised me. In a way I'd thought someone might ask about that, I'd had enough requests at different times but never gone into it seriously. This was different. I liked the look of 'Andrea'. This TV seemed in some ways very similar to me, and local too. 

**Tvcam4cam** Beth? How about it? Tomorrow night even, before either of us can change our mind.

So Andrea wasn't totally certain either, hence that comment. Yet this was the only proper request I'd had, and Andrea really was local.

**BethUKcam** Not totally certain about this but - yes.

We agreed to meet online again the following evening early on, about 6.30. Then, if we were still of the same opinion, to sort out a meeting at Hawkshead Park sometime later that evening. Andrea seemed to think we could come up with a strategy for meeting which would satisfy us both. I had the impression Andrea was a professional person like me, and was very wary about confidentiality. 

We closed down. I changed back to being Ben. I had trouble getting to sleep, and then didn't cope enormously well at work that day. I was nervous naturally. But straight after work, as I began my drive home my butterflies disappeared. I was actually looking forward to the evening. I really hoped Andrea wouldn't back out. So I called ahead to Vicky's house, she was in, and bought something I'd wanted for a long time, a pair of skyscraper high heels. Real tranny stuff.

At half past six I was online ready, anticipating. As soon as Andrea came on I jumped in to suggest 'yes', that we should go ahead with the meeting. Straight away Andrea agreed and offered me his / her mobile number so I could ring and we could sort out the arrangements more easily. 

When I called I was - just for a moment - disappointed. The voice on the phone was male. But I got over that quickly, Andrea had clearly thought this through and suggested locations and times for the meeting. The butterflies started again. But despite all that I was determined to go through with it. 

"OK Bethany. We can do this. Be there at half nine, by the side gate. And just to tempt you I've got a new p.v.c. miniskirt, scarlet and painfully tight so you'll have no problem recognising me. See you there."

We rang off. I had about two-and-a-half hours to become female. Well, to become a female-looking tranny at least, or as close as I could get. I was going to go - in Andrea's honour - absolutely ALL the way. Tonight I was in adventurous mood, and I determined to dress to kill.

In my bedroom, I laid out all my clothes and my accessories. I set up my makeup stuff in the bathroom, and ran a very hot bath. In the tub I slowly shaved my legs and my armpits, something I'd often thought about but never actually done. I wanted to FEEL good as well as look good. I dried off and rubbed a slightly oily fragrant body lotion over my entire body. I'd kept my fingernails on the long side, but recently I'd let them grow for an extra 2 weeks. Now I filed them into tapered ovals. Then I sat down and painted them, and my toenails, a deep red vermilion, totally tarty I thought, and finished them off with a high gloss top coat. I lay back on the bed to let them dry and mentally planned what was to come next.

I have never had much of a beard, really only a light fuzz so it didn't take much to close shave my face which I did three times in all. I rubbed in a moisturizer to try to improve the baby-smooth skin effect even more. I was becoming excited now, I'd already done stuff I'd never tried before in my efforts to feminise my body. I sat down with a small magnifying mirror on my dressing table and, with a pair of fine tweezers. A few minutes later I had severely plucked eyebrows, I'd sort out later how to explain them at work the next day. 

Since I'd basically be in a darkened area in the Park I decided to go with heavier makeup than usual. I started with the foundation, first rubbing a beard cover cream over my upper lip and along my chin line. I didn't think I really needed it but on this occasion I was doing absolutely everything which could help my feminisation. I rubbed that in, and the excess off with a cosmetic sponge, and then applied my Maybelline Colour-Stay makeup with my fingers over my entire face and under my chin and smoothed that in with the sponge. And finally, using a large brush, I applied the Maybelline matching powder all over to set the makeup and smooth the pores.

The eyes came next. I used a black liquid liner, Max Factor this time, along both my upper and lower lash lines. I always applied it very thinly on the bottom, but fairly thickly in the middle of the upper lash, and extended outside the outer corners of the eye. For eye-shadow, I used a medium blue over the entire lids, almost from lash-line to brow, with a light line under the eyes, then a slightly darker iridescent blue over the eyelids themselves. Finally I brushed a deep blue into the crease, out past the edge of the eye and along the outside of the lids. 

I started brushing on coal-black mascara on upper and lower lashes. I applied five separate coats in all, using a very fine comb to separate the lashes between each coat. And finally I filled in my eyebrows with an off-black eyebrow pencil, extending the outer edges in a pencil thin line and used an eyebrow brush to blend it in with my natural plucked brows.

I brushed a dark rose blusher powder on my cheekbones and blended the edges with a lighter shade. And for the finishing touch I did my lips. This has always been a very sensual moment for me, one of those tasks which really did identify me as a woman in my own mind. My lips are quite full anyway especially for a man, but I outlined them with a red liner and then applied a new lipstick I'd discovered fairly recently, in a deep metallic red to match my nails. I used two coats, a colour coat first and then a clear high-gloss sealer. I just wondered - was I going to be kissing anyone on the lips?! So I added a second gloss coat.

I pulled on my wig tightly, a dark-blonde shade, layered, a below-the-shoulder style with a fringe. Together with my extravagant eye-make-up it brought out the colour of my blue eyes, not that it was going to matter much in the dark. I had decided to wear a pair of very large silver hoops in my ears together with a heavy studded silver necklet, and a matching bracelet on each wrist. I added all seven of my large glitzy silver rings, three on my left hand and four on my right. 

OK. Lingerie. I totally LOVE lingerie. 

My black lace-trimmed thong was new. I'd only worn it once before, usually I'd worn fuller panties, black of course but Vicky had shown me this special type of thong. 

'Specially made for trannies' she'd said. 

I could see why. It was quite sheer and fitted very snugly, the slightly-wider and concave front panel gently but firmly holding in my cock at the front. Perfect! 

Then to get somewhere near a female figure I had decided to wear my black satin and lace bustier. It laced up at the front - very tightly indeed -and had eight garters altogether along the bottom. I pulled on a pair of fishnet stockings, loving the feeling as they slid up along my freshly-denuded legs, and stepped into my brand new black stilettos.

I slid my breast-form pads into place, I always enjoyed the feeling of large pendulous boobs, one day I'd use the adhesive and go bra-less. Hell, why go only half-way. I'd studied the instructions on the adhesive spray often enough, I checked them again and then went through the procedure meticulously, spraying, pressing into place, lying down for a couple of minutes, then smoothing just a little make-up over the upper edge of the breast-forms. 

I was delighted with the result. I shivered as I looked at my outline in the mirror. I'd never worn such large breast-forms, these were some I'd bought quite a while ago and never really wanted to wear at home, preferring to go for realism. But this time I was out for effect. 

The results were outstanding, literally, I just stood there gazing in awe at the 42-EE tits in front of me. Just for a moment I thought I'd gone too far but then I remembered Andrea's mini-skirt comment. OK, so I just had to try to match that. I took the sheer white blouse from its hanger, having a little difficulty dealing with the tight gold buttons across my breasts. Again the tiny skirt was rather problematical but the end result was worth it. I stood there, maybe for a minute or two, posing, just looking at my voluptuous figure. 

I knew time was beginning to run out so I grabbed my handbag and strolled across the room. I sensed the pull of my suspenders on my stockings and almost tripped in my haste in the very high heels. Then I gave my hair one final brush and looked for one final time into the large mirror on the wall. Bethany!

I dropped my keys, tissues, lipstick and some change into my handbag. I was damn near ready. I checked the clock. Perfect. Or as near perfect as I'd ever achieved before. Like any tranny I had an ambition, a fantasy, of being out and 'passing' as a woman, certainly I'd have loved the opportunity to do so in a sexual context. But again, like most of us, I knew that was very unlikely indeed? Did I really look like a woman? OR, more likely, like a man trying to dress as a very sexy woman? 

However, whichever was the case, I had a 'date'. 

The next five minutes were scary, making sure I had everything including my house and car keys. And skipping very quickly, much more comfortable already in my stilettos, out of my front door and into my car. I'd reversed in earlier so I could drive straight out, and I didn't stop until I was at least three miles from home. At that point I did stop, just for a minute, to collect my thoughts.

I was quite good at driving along in high heels, which surprised me. I even managed to get there a little early. Andrea had told me where to leave my car. Since the main gates of the park would be locked I had to stop about fifty yards along from there, just round a corner and off the main road. I looked at the car in front of mine in the little lay-by. We had exchanged some details about our cars and colours and registrations and so on. The Renault-205 I parked behind - it must be Andrea's.

With nerves somewhat jangling, I got out of my car and blipped the alarm, then I set off about twenty yards down the road to the corner where Andrea had said the pedestrian gate would be. It was there, and it was unlocked. I hoped any late dog-walkers would have left already, clearly I was still very nervous. 

The gate creaked just a little as I pushed it and went in. I headed towards the main buildings, a sort-of three-sided courtyard, not quite fully enclosed. And as I approached I saw someone. Sitting at one of the picnic tables in the centre of the yard. Just as I approached the late evening sun emerged from behind a cloud. The person sitting there rose at the sound of my high-heels on the concrete path. I looked. Red mini-skirt, it must be.

"Hello Andrea."

He stood up. Yes, he. This person was a male person. I'd absolutely no illusions about my own appearance, I know that in the right light, or rather lack of it, in shadow, on a good day when my make-up has gone well and when the tightening and squashing effects of my corsetry are working to the full, I can NEARLY pass as a woman. If whoever sees me needs glasses, that is. 

I'm not quite the 'man-in-a-frock', I can do a bit better than that. But a convincing woman? No. And Andrea was the same. Looking at him, alone in the small courtyard between the café and the museum and the park itself, in bright moonlight, I was looking at a male person in a miniskirt.

But an attractive male person, yes. It puzzled me that I thought that. Attractive? Could I possibly consider a man attractive? Well, actually, I could. Something to do with the care he had put into his own make-up. And the effort he had put into his own preparations, the high-heels, the tight skirt, the bulging bosoms, the wig, all that and more. The overall effect was - attractive.

"Hello Beth."

The very first words spoken to me in real life as 'Bethany'. And some sort of acknowledgement of the person I was trying to be. Andrea moved closer to me, holding out his hand. I took it, not in a formal man-to-man handshake, more a light clasp. In one sense, woman-to woman. He leaned towards me. We kissed cheek-to-cheek, in an overly effeminate way.

"Andrea, you look gorgeous!"

"And you do too, Beth, I love those tits!"

After those initial two compliments we just sat there on the bench, each of us with legs crossed to reveal an expanse of stocking-covered thigh, for nearly an hour. And talked. About our own TV experiences, very limited for both of us. And about what we liked about dressing in female clothes, about makeup and wigs and so on. And about our own fantasies. We both admitted that our innermost desire was to 'pass' as a woman, both in ordinary life and in a sexual situation with a man, basically we were both bi-curious but had never had the nerve to do anything about it. 

And as time moved on, as we chatted, as the Sun slowly disappeared over the horizon, we moved closer. In both senses, already we were beginning to develop a friendship via our shared interests and ambitions. And physically too, we got closer. I began by holding Andrea's hand, just stroking it gently, admiring his nails and the rings he was wearing. I became a little more adventurous, moving my leg across towards his so that our nylon stockings were in contact, and just slowly moving my own calf against his.

He began to moan a little as I continued.

"Is that nice for you? I asked, though the answer was obvious.

"Darling, it really is, I never realised just how delicious that could feel." 

He reached forward himself to caress my thigh and to begin to slide a hand up inside my skirt. I could feel my own reaction between my legs, I knew he was coming close to feeling it himself.

"Streuth, Andrea, that is SO good!!" 

I couldn't help myself, I didn't want to stop, I wanted this to go on and on. I moved my head closer until my own lipstick-covered lips began to tenderly caress his. The feeling was just ecstatic, I could feel my own heartbeat pounding more and more as we became more intimate.

"Oh Beth, my darling" he moaned as we both moved our fingers tenderly across each others' boobs. "I want you to..... oooH!!!"

"What's wrong Andrea?"

"Wrong? Nothing, it's just - wow - those tits, Beth, they're gorgeous, that is SO gorgeous, that is so nice. Oh my God, that feels wonderful -- gosh! Beth do that again! AGAIN!"

Andrea was shaking. I'd moved my left hand down over his waist and up inside his skirt again, I'd found the bulge in his panties. And I was enjoying myself too, stroking the bulge, feeling the contours, sensing the heat and the throbbing as I played with that delightful erection.




A is for Andrea



"You like that, Andrea, do you - OH YES!!!"

He'd moved his hand too, slid it up my skirt, found my throbbing cock, and now he too was stroking, probably a bit harder than I was, it felt a little uncomfortable but I didn't mind. 

"Christ, Andrea, keep that up, please, that is wonderful."

So we did, we continued just for a minute or to explore each others' balls and cocks, all the time staring into each others' eyes between kisses, appreciating the experience of intimacy with a woman with a cock. Because that's what Andrea was, a woman with a cock. As the Sun had gone down we were not able to make out each others' features quite so well. The Moon was getting brighter though and my eyes were now telling me I was fondling a woman. But my hands were fondling a throbbing penis. This had to be - a woman with a cock.

I was loving it, so was she. But almost simultaneously we each decided to 'withdraw'. Not for any moral reason, not because this was in some way wrong. I mean it was, married men don't do that, don't fondle other women, especially those with cocks. But we had been moving to a climax - two climaxes actually - too quickly.

"Andrea, my love. I do so want you. But not yet my darling, I want to make this last."

She felt the same. We both stood and put our arms round each other, each groping the other's arse, both wanting to maintain our lustful feelings as long as possible before - well, you know. 

"Jeez, Beth, I never thought it could be like this, not this good, this feels just delicious. But please, let's wait, let's enjoy each other some more. I just HAVE to feel those boobs!. "

And we French kissed again. Tenderly. Lovingly. Slowly and sensuously, it was SUCH a good feeling. Then we stopped. We'd both heard it. Standing there in the dark, arms gently caressing each other, we both heard it and realised. We were not alone. 

"Andrea. Did you hear...?"

"Yes."

We were both whispering. I know what I was thinking, I had no doubt she was feeling the same. Who the hell is there? Late dog walker? Park keeper? Policeman even? I knew all about consenting adults, in private and all that. But really we weren't in private. We were public. OK, in a secluded place and in semi-darkness as well, but still....

"Hello?"

The voice was clear. And it was masculine.

"Er - hello?" I replied, quietly.

We both looked towards the museum, the voice was coming from there, from that direction anyway. The figures slowly and hesitatingly walked towards us. One was muttering very quietly to the other. Two males. At first I couldn't see clearly, they were in the moon's shadow. I could just hear the muttering from one of them. Then the other spoke.

I had to think quickly. Two young men -- making the acquaintance of two older 'women' in the park at night. There might be problems. They both seemed to be OK though, they were just standing side by side, almost staring at us. They were both carrying large bags. I asked quietly why they were there, in the park.

"Just taking a shortcut, after rugby practice, you know... We're at the college. We've a game on Saturday."

The voice was hesitant. The speaker and his friend moved forward, into the moonlight.

I took Andrea's hand in mine and tugged her a little, walking towards the two intruders. Either they would accept us for what we seemed to be, or they'd run away. It was quite dark by then, I couldn't make out her facial expression very well. I had to decide to make the best of this.

The second guy almost interrupted.

"Come on, Ricky. The guys will be waiting."

"No, Martin. Jim's gone home for the week. He went this morning. And Darren's staying over at his girlfriend's."

"We share a student house..." explained the first man. Martin, that in, obviously. I knew the situation. In my own student days many years earlier I'd shared with about five other guys in my second and third years. 

Then Ricky spoke again. His question surprised me. Andrea's hand squeezed mine, it clearly surprised her too. 

"Er - are you two - lesbians?" 

"Er - Beth. What the hell do we do now?" whispered Andrea, leaning towards me. 

I came up with a turn of phrase which would, I hoped, suffice.

"OK. Well, yes, we are lesbians in a way."

"Wow. I've never met a lesbian before" said Ricky, the one who hadn't spoken. "You look gorgeous."

Now I know he couldn't really tell, it was just becoming a little too dark to see really clearly. All he'd be able to make out, in both our cases, were our figures, maybe some of our clothes, and my earrings probably as they glistened in the moonlight.

"Er - thank you guys" I said. 

And then - I just couldn't resist it - I took two steps forward towards Ricky. I took his hand in mine, and I kissed him on the cheek.

"Yes, thank you" said Andrea.

The young men looked at each other . I'd deliberately kept my own voice gentle as I'd spoken, and so did Andrea though not quite so successfully.

"Jesus. I mean, you said sort-of lesbians. Are you really guys?" asked Martin.

Andrea had blown it. I can't blame her though, I probably would have done in the next half-minute or so. I had to speak up.

"Sure we are. Have you ever met a lesbian transvestite before?"

"No."

"No."

They answered almost together. We'd been stood there for maybe two minutes in all, and it was getting a little chilly. I squeezed Ricky's hand and smiled at him. 

"Well, what do you think?"

"Like I said, you look gorgeous."

He seemed hesitant, I think he thought I was going to kiss him again! The situation had changed, I realised that. But the two of them, their polite questioning, their whole manner, they really did seem so - sweet. I could see Andrea was moving closer to the other guy, probably spurred on by my own positive action. She was enjoying the situation as I was, I really didn't want it to end there and then. But I knew we couldn't continue our own heavy petting session. It's not just that the 'spell' had been broken by the interruption, but the was another factor - two factors indeed - to consider.

"I'm so sorry, we haven't introduced ourselves. This is Andrea, and I'm Bethany."

"Er - I'm Martin."

"And - er -- Ricky."

They were obviously both rather hesitant, understandably. I decided that, despite the vicarious fun I was having, Andrea and I needed to get out of this situation.

"Well, it's been nice to meet you but we'd better be on our way. You can't get through the arch, you know, it's locked at this time."

"Oh no" muttered Martin rather loudly. "Does that mean we've got to walk all the way round again?"

"No, we'll show you the short cut to the exit gate" said Andrea.

I'd just thought of saying something like that but I'd hesitated, unsure of what Andrea's reaction would be. But she had butted in, she had said it, obviously she was enjoying herself too and wanted the 'adventure' to continue. Maybe Andrea and I should have walked together, showing the guys the way, but she was ahead of me in other respects too. She had grabbed Martin's hand and was leading the way. Ricky and I followed, again holding hands. I knew what I was feeling - sheer delight - I could only guess at Ricky's motives. Probably just relieved at not having to walk all the way round the park again. 

Andrea paused for a moment at the gate to allow Ricky and I to catch up, then we all four went through and onto the road. And into the full glare of the street lighting. And as we all stood there, Andrea was suddenly less certain. We were very definitely exposed. Fortunately there was very little traffic around, and no-one entering or leaving the houses on the street facing the park. I wondered if, before we headed towards our cars, we should try to kiss these two young men again. I looked at Ricky. He was staring at me.

"You like what you see, Ricky?" I asked in what I hoped was a rather coquettish tone. 

"Oh yes" was all he replied. 

But with enthusiasm, Andrea and I were clearly not the only ones enjoying the experience. I released his hand and began to move towards Andrea, my new lesbian transvestite friend. I was beginning to wonder if we could drive on to somewhere else and - do something.

I was still looking him in the eyes. 

"Thanks for the chat. But you'd better be getting along, Ricky. I mean, your other housemates will be wondering where you are."

"Actually they won't, they're both away. We're on our own this evening. Unless you'd like to come in, for a drink, maybe? We're in the white house -- over there." 

He gestured towards a white-painted property on the other side of the road. Not a large house, maybe that explained why there were only four of them sharing.

I was amazed at the invitation. Obviously I had aroused some sort of interest in Ricky. And in Martin too, he was still standing very close to Andrea, still holding her hand tightly.

"Come on Martin, why not? It might be fun."

Andrea was surprised at the comments, as was I. She moved to take my arm and pull me to one side for a moment.

"Bethany. What the hell? I mean, we can't, surely, they're only boys" she muttered quietly in my ear.

"They're not boys, Andrea, they're young men. OK so they're not experienced and so on, but hey, can we pass up the chance? I mean, like we said earlier, they're treating us like women. I don't know about you but that comes so near to my biggest TV fantasy I'm willing to have a go. "

"Sure, I see what you mean. I just wish they were older."

"But Andrea, I guarantee if they were older we'd be having all sorts of problems. They do seem both so young, so naïve. But what the hell, it's just for a drink and a bit of posing and showing off. You know you want to, don't you?"

"Yes I do. Really. OK, I'll go along. At least we're near the cars. We can make a quick getaway if we need to."

We both turned towards the two young men who were waiting expectantly. They had been quietly muttering too. Maybe wondering just what they'd got into. Or even deciding who was going to get who. But I'd made up my mind, I moved towards Ricky and took his arm.

"OK then, what about this drink?"

Since I was rather more forthcoming than Andrea I'd decided to pair up with Ricky, the quieter of the two lads. That left Martin to make a move on Andrea, which he did, surprising me by sliding a hand round her waist to ease her towards the front door. We all went into the house, and all sat down together on the two large sofas in the living room, facing each other, myself next to Ricky and the other 'couple' facing us. 

"Well boys" I began after Ricky had provided us all with drinks. "So you've never met lesbians before, or transvestites? So tell me, what do you think?" 

I sipped my drink and looked across towards Martin. 

"Like I said before, I think you look gorgeous. I mean, well, none of the girls at college has boobs like you do, specially yours, Bethany. And Andrea's legs, streuth, they look just great. In that skirt, wow!"

I decided to continue the 'role-play' and see what happened. I got up and minced over towards him. 

"And what's wrong with MY legs?" I asked, trying to put on a mock hurt voice and moving very close to him so he couldn't help but stare. 

After all, my nylon-clad legs were only inches from his face.

"Er - nothing. Nothing at all. They look just great."

At which Andrea joined in, swinging one leg up and across Martin's own thighs. 

"But you think my legs look OK?"

"More than OK, Andrea"

Martin was worried. OK, we'd been invited in but to an extent we were taking over. I wondered if we were going too far too soon. I looked at Andrea and I think she got the message.

"Martin. Come on, I need some ice for this drink. You know where the kitchen is?"

Which was a totally pointless question, at least as far as information-gathering was concerned. But that wasn't the point. Andrea wanted to get Martin out of there. Which left me with Ricky, alone.

"You're quiet Ricky."

"Just enjoying the view" he quipped. 

He was still staring at my boobs.

"Ricky. Do you want to see my breasts?"

He was surprised. Flustered. Unsure how to respond.

"Come on, I'm sure you'd like to. How many other girls do you know willing to show you their tits?"

"Er- none. But, I mean, real girls, I mean..."

"Real girls? What do you mean by that? Aren't I a real girl?"

"Well, no, you said you're a transvestite."

"And can't a transvestite be a real girl?"

He didn't answer me, probably wondering at my weird logic. But I persisted. I moved closer to him, so he was staring deep into my cleavage.

"Do I look like a real woman?"

"Gosh, Bethany, of course you do. I mean, with the make-up and all, the long red nails, the legs and high heels, of course you do."

I could see Andrea and Martin, they'd gone out from the kitchen into a sort-of-conservatory while we'd been refreshing our drinks. And they were sitting close to each other. Very close. I looked at Ricky. 

"Andrea and Martin seem to be getting on well, don't they?"

"Er - yes they do." 

He was worried. He'd seen how the other two were indeed getting on very well. We could both see through the doorway as Martin moved his hand across onto Andrea's thigh. Sure Andrea was enjoying herself, but I knew I had to make the effort with Ricky. I reached over to take his hand and put it onto my own exposed nylon-clad thigh. 

"Do you like that, Ricky?"

"Oh my gosh, wow, Bethany, I mean, that feels gorgeous, really...."

"Why thank you, Ricky" I cooed, trying to sound as sexy as I could. "That is such a nice thing to say, darling." 

I leaned across and kissed him quite gently, caressing his cheek with my lips, sliding them across to the corner of his mouth. I felt his heartbeat quicken.

"Bethany, I shouldn't..."

"Why not, Ricky? I mean, aren't you having fun, I know I am?"

"Well, sure I am but, geez, you're a man and..."

"A man, Ricky?"

I sat quietly, rather demurely in front of him, our faces were only maybe six inches apart. He couldn't help staring straight at me, seeing the make-up, the big eyes, the long thick black lashes, the big hair, the red lips. I slowly slid my tongue across my glossy lips.

"Ricky, do I look like a man? Or do I look more like a woman, Ricky?"

"Gosh, Bethany, you look like a woman. A gorgeous woman, I mean, the eyes, and the lips... oh my!"

I moved closer, just touching my lips to his ear, slowly touching with my tongue. 

And in what I hoped would be a sexy whisper I asked "And do I sound like a woman, my darling?"

"Oh yes" he breathed. "You sure do."

Now I moved even closer, taking his hand in mine and gently sliding my red-nailed fingers across it, moving so close but not touching his face.

"And do I smell like a woman?"

He had no choice as we moved even closer, he just had to inhale, to take in the scent of my 'YSL Passion'.

"Oh Bethany, you smell gorgeous."

I was breathing quite heavily by then. Something between my legs was bulging, trying to escape but still tightly trapped.

I took his hand and slid it up my body until he was cupping my enormous bra-covered right breast. I breathed in so that he could feel my 'bosoms' heaving under his caresses. Yes, he was stroking my boob, moving his hand to cup first one, then the other, I knew he was becoming aroused. I was getting to him!

"And do I feel like a woman, Ricky? Can you feel my big breasts, can you feel them moving under your gorgeous hands?"

"Christ, Bethany, yes. Yes!"

I had him. Without giving him time to think, without letting him consider logically what he was doing or who he was with - I knew I had to make the most of the hormones pulsing through his body, of the adrenalin coursing through his veins. I touched my mouth to his and slowly opened my lips, beginning to work at his, to tease him, to feel his lips with my tongue. I broke the kiss.

"And do I taste like a woman, my lover?"

He didn't answer, he just moved in and kissed me again, forcing my own lips open with his as he carried on fondling my bulging breasts through my bra.

"Oh my God, Bethany, yes, oh yes, that is so good, so good."

I let him carry on with the heavy petting for maybe half a minute. He was leaning on top of me, pressing my body into the couch, he was obviously very aroused indeed. Man or woman, he was so enjoying being with me. And me with him. But I wanted more. I wriggled a little to get my hands on his chest, managing to begin to take off his tie. We were both having difficulties, basically our limbs were getting in the way. I pushed him away, just a little, and began to unfasten his shirt, then sliding my fingers in to feel his muscular torso.

"Ricky. Would you like to undress me?"

Now I know I hadn't really convinced him I was a woman, but I also knew he wanted more. In some way, that is, he was sexually aroused by my flirting and teasing. In no way could he stop there, he just couldn't say no.

"Oh God, Bethany, yes."

As I pulled his shirt off he began to unfasten the buttons on my blouse, then slid it right off and caressing my upper body once more.

"Haven't you done this before, Ricky? Haven't you undressed a girlfriend ever?"

"No, I never have."

'Streuth' I thought. 'Surely he can't be a virgin!!'

"Well I think you should, my darling. You see the three little buttons at the front of my bra? Well, would you undo two of them for me, darling?"

This was all going so well, but I needed to keep up the momentum, again not to allow him to properly realise he was being seduced. I kissed him again.

"Please, my darling."

His fingers were shaking as he undid the first button and my bosoms were released from their nylon prison, beginning to bulge out over the edges of my bra-cups. He was breathing so quickly now, I had to encourage him.

"And the second one, Ricky."

He had difficulty this time, the button was tighter and his fingers really were trembling with excitement. As the second button popped open my bra-cups slid down a little to expose more of their burden, as the edges of my 'nipples' appeared teasingly revealed.

"Oh Christ, Bethany, they are SO beautiful."

"OK Ricky, now take my skirt off. Come on, just undo the belt and pull down the zip ..... that's it .... a little further .... oh yes, that feels so good Ricky my love ..... slide it down...... YES!"

I stood there, in bra and panties, stockings and heels, as exposed as I could possibly be without giving away my secret, I could feel my own organ straining inside my thong. I reached down to Ricky's zip and pulled it down, quickly sliding his trousers down and revealing his very bulging shorts.

"And you, Ricky my love, you are DEFINITELY a man!" I cooed sexily, quickly sliding a hand in to grasp his erect cock as his shorts slid to the floor.

"And that is SO beautiful, Ricky."

I shifted round a little on the couch so that I could kiss his engorged penis, so that I could slide my ruby-red lips over the swollen purple helmet. I felt for the very first time a man's ardour inside my mouth. Ricky was moaning now, he was in heaven, and so was I.

"Ricky. I want to have sex with you. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes Bethany, YES!"

I hadn't explained just how. It that situation, with his cock throbbing, he probably didn't even consider how. And I didn't want to give him time to think about it.

I leaned back on the couch and opened my legs as he lay on top of me and we petted some more as I guided his cock between my legs. We were both breathing heavily by then, his sweat was lubricating our bodies as his torso slid over my boobs. I tucked Ricky's cock into the side of my thong and felt it slide - into what I hoped was just the right place. I kissed him again, and he pushed.

"Oh RICKY! MY LOVE!" I cried as he entered me, as the hot knob of his cock slid into me. 




A is for Andrea



He pushed harder, lubricated somewhat by his own perspiration, as this young man succumbed to my seductive efforts and fucked me. He was so aroused, I was so excited and involved. I knew it wouldn't take long. OK, he may or may not have been a virgin. I may well have been the first person, man or woman, that gorgeous cock had entered but he was still good. He still knew what to do, maybe it's instinctive, anyway for half a minute or so he thrust hard into and out of me, setting a rhythm and giving me a good-and-proper seeing to as he approached his climax.

And then he did. He was shouting out loudly by then, as his organ ejaculated inside me thrusting sperm deep into my arse, as his gorgeous buttocks responded to my caressing and grasping.

"Oh Jesus, Bethany, my darling, I love you!" he called as his pulsing mounted and then declined. Then, with his ardour finally spent, he collapsed on top of me totally exhausted. I was pretty shattered too, but I enjoyed the after-effects for a minute or so as he pulled his wilted cock out. We cuddled and kissed much like any other couple who have just enjoyed an earth-shattering shag.

As we lay there, Andrea came through from the other room. Oddly enough she was dressed almost just like me, jewellery, panties, stockings and heels. No bra, her own better-quality false 'boobs' jiggled as she walked over to the drinks table. She turned and smiled at me.

"You had fun, Andrea?" I called out quietly. 

A silly question really, her own body language and her wide smile told it all. She'd been shagged too. And her 'boyfriend' was probably on the other couch in the same condition as mine. I stroked Ricky's damp hair gently, shifting our bodies a little for comfort, then I eased him from on top of me so that I could move over to join her and get myself another drink. 

We sat there a few minutes quietly comparing notes and recovering.

"Well, Andrea, that has decided it for me. I'm definitely not straight. That was such fun, the best sex I've had for ages."

"Me too, darling. I hoped we might get as far as a kiss or a snog, but that was just mind-blowing. We'd better get dressed though, I think."

She came back a minute or two later as I was finishing off, re-doing my make-up a little, trying to repair some of the damage. My new friend Ricky had stirred though he was sitting in exactly the same place, watching. Martin came with her, they were holding hands. Or rather he was holding hers, holding on hard, and stroking her thighs and her boobs, basically trying to stay in contact for as long as he could with as much of her body as possible. Like Ricky, he was naked.

Andrea sat him down, then went over and sat beside Martin.

"Well, Ricky, how was Bethany? Was she a good fuck?"

What was she doing? Why was she asking? Was there any doubt? It seemed silly to look for comparisons, to try to rate our performances. In some sense we'd both functioned sexually as women, that was obvious. 

"She was fantastic. Totally fucking fantastic, Andrea. As good as any woman, probably better."

"So how many other women have you been with, Ricky?" she asked, sitting closer to him and crossing her legs once more.

"Er - none, Bethany was my first." 

Ricky looked across at me and smiled. But I was looking elsewhere. Andrea was stroking Ricky's cock as she spoke. Hell, she was seducing my boyfriend. MY boyfriend! Right there, right in front of me. His limp cock was beginning to become aroused once more under the influence of Andrea's caressing fingers. 

"So you've no-one to compare her with then. Well, I think you need to have someone to compare her with. So kiss me, Ricky."

He hadn't a choice really, Andrea was coming onto him strongly. I watched in amazement as they kissed sensuously. I heard a groan, it was Martin. He was watching, and he was playing with himself as this scene was being acted out before him. I was actually jealous, even though I realised what was going on. Andrea had realised the evening was drawing to a close, she wanted something else out of it before we had to wrap things up. OK then, two could play at that game, or rather four could.

I quickly slid across towards Martin, wondering what I should do to get him to join in. I needn't have worried. He was becoming aroused too - he grabbed me as soon as I got close and planted his lips on mine. I didn't need to strip, didn't need the teasing and flirting, didn't need to persuade him, to seduce him. He'd been there, done that already, we both had, and we both wanted more. I slid up my skirt, hurrying a little as Martin eagerly thrust his now-erect cock between my legs. It slid past the edge of my thong and hit the right point almost immediately. He was hard and stiff and erect and had no trouble sliding into my now-wet arse as he kissed and groped.

I looked across briefly. Andrea and Ricky were at it already, this was turning into something resembling an orgy. The groping and fucking started up again, I was really amazed. All those years as a closet tranny and now, within a few hours of 'coming out' and meeting up with Andrea I was being pushed down onto the sofa by my second lover in succession as his cock slid up and down into my arse. 

"Ooooh Martin, come on my lover, let me have it, let me feel your cum shooting up my cunt baby. Come on, screw me darling, fuck me...."

That's all it took. Clearly he was so aroused he was ready for it. For the second time that evening I experienced the exquisite feeling of a gorgeous male cock inside me shooting his hot sperm up me. I grabbed him and we kissed, we groped, we writhed in our mutual ecstasy as Martin climaxed. The noise from the other side of the room was almost as loud as Andrea let loose a torrent of totally disgusting language. She was talking SO dirty, to encourage Ricky's second ejaculation of the night. 

As we once more finished our dressing and touched up our make-up, neither Andrea nor I could suppress our smug self-satisfied smiles.

"Bethany, I'm SO glad you decided to come out and meet up."

"And I'm so glad Martin decided to come in. And Ricky too of course" I quipped. 

As we were about to leave, both our young men came out into the hall. Both looked somewhat the worse for wear, but happy. And both had got themselves, to some extent at least, dressed.

"So - Andrea. Just which is your boyfriend, then?" I asked loudly so they could hear. "Your first shag or your latest shag?"

Andrea moved over towards Martin and flung her arms round his neck, kissing him with quite some passion. 

"I think your first is always quite special, Bethany, don't you?"

"I agree, I have admit, I'll always remember you, Ricky, and your wonderful cock. That first load of cum up me -- wow -- I'll remember that for a long, long time." 

And I followed Andrea's example, hugging my lover hard and teasing his lips with mine.

"But we'd better go, I expect you two have college tomorrow. You probably need your sleep. Come on, Andrea, it's time we were off."

The goodbyes took a few minutes longer, especially after I decided I needed another snog with Martin. Eventually we headed for the front door.

"Er - Bethany? If you ever come out this way again, well, you know, if you fancy a walk in the park or something..." 

Ricky held out his hand and passed to me a small piece of paper. On which was written his mobile number. I smiled at him and tucked it down inside my bra, finishing with a final peck on the cheek. 

"Thanks - for everything. Bye."

As we walked down the path and just round the corner to our cars I took Andrea's hand.

"Well, darling, that didn't end up quite as we intended, did it?"

"No it didn't but, wow, it was fucking gorgeous. But - did you come?"

I looked Andrea in the eyes, admiring yet again the exquisite way she'd done her own eye-shadow. Maybe I could get her to show me how.

"No, I didn't. And to be honest Andrea I'm tempted to push you in the back of my car and pull your knickers down and give you a good and proper fucking right now!"

"Ooooh don't, Bethany. I'm really tempted. So. What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"You?"

"Great idea. I think we should get REALLY tarted up. I've got a black leather dress I'd love to wear for you. So, how about it?"

"You're on. I've had my eye on a red p.v.c. dress for a while. I think I'll get it on my way home from work tomorrow. So, where and when?"

"Erm. Half-past nine, here at the park I think. Then back to your place, maybe. I fancy making a night of it, sucking and fucking all the way. OK?"

"OK Andrea, it's a date."

At that moment, out of the gloom ahead of us, two men emerged. Not two youths this time, these two were definitely older. Probably mid-thirties, maybe forty. And both seemed to be, as they say, tall dark and handsome. Andrea looked at me and I looked at her.

"No" she said. "Two is enough for one night, any more would be greedy."

And, in full view of the two guys, we kissed. Quite tenderly, indeed somewhat amorously. We'd started out the night as lesbians and finished it that way.

As I started my car and pulled out ahead of Andrea I could feel the cum of my two lovers gently moving round deep inside me. Why had I waited so long to do this? A girl needn't be lonely, my sister Andrea had shown me that, and I had no doubt at all the first time wouldn't be the last.

© 2004 by Bethany Jacques. 



A is for Ass Worship & Anal Sex



Introductory Comments

Hello reader(s) – I am new to this (as of September 05) this is my 2nd submission.

I would appreciate if anyone who reads my stories would give me feedback to encourage me to continue or perhaps to stop!

All the stories I hope to submit (including this one) are based on real situations – read my Bio to learn more about me if you wish. If you want to ask me any questions or even to convince yourself my stories are real, feel free to contact me or ask me any questions.

I have decided to list all my stories under the general theme of the A-Z of my Sexual Obsessions because I have so many tales to tell and so many obsessions it seemed the logical way to organise them – I hope you will follow them all over the coming weeks. I love my obsessions, I embrace them, I think about them and masturbate, I work on them to perfect my enjoyment of them and I always indulge myself fully in them.

"A" is for Anticipation, Ass Worship and Anal Sex

It must be unusual for a submissive such as I to find that in pleasing my master so much I also am receiving pleasure? It is in giving pleasure that I am fulfilled and I receive my pleasure from looking into my master's eyes and seeing the pleasure he is getting from me, my body, to use as he pleases. 

But with my ass, it is different, well, not different exactly, but more because my master's pleasure is to worship my ass, almost as if he were my slave. He tells me it is my reward for being a good girl, but I can tell that is not the case. It is, in fact, for his pleasure, and my pleasure is incidental.

I try to conceal my pleasure from him in case he stops, but sometimes it must be obvious.

He makes no effort to conceal his pleasure but if anything, he loses control when he worships my ass, and gives himself over to his most animal urges. This I observe as he prepares himself as he almost always stands me in front of a full length mirror and removes my blindfold so I can see what is happening behind me. But I should explain.

I have loved my own ass; always highly sexually charged as a teenager, I discovered the pleasure of fingering my own cute little rosebud and studying it by squatting over a mirror to watch my sphincter expand and contract as I inserted fingers into it.

By 18, I was as experienced at anal sex as one can be without actually having done it; it was easy at the boarding school to get access to perfumed oils and creams and even dildos as it seemed that all the staff were into every sexual perversion imaginable and they could hardly make a scene if one of their little 'toys' went missing. Then of course there were the boys (at first) who were very soon under my spell, and later the teachers, who all helped me explore the pleasures that a tongue can give to an asshole; but that is another story.

Suffice to say that I am able to achieve an intensity of orgasm through the sensations in my asshole that out strips everything else and if this is combined simultaneously with pleasure in my clitoris or, even more intense, the sensation of a rock hard penis, wedged tight in the back of my throat, twitching and pumping as it ejaculates a thick wet and warm river of semen into my tummy, I almost pass out with orgasmic pleasure!

So now I am 32, and although fully accomplished at controlling men (some men, to be fair, but not all) to achieve my pleasure, I have discovered that submission to the right master is an even higher calling and, earlier this year, I found the right master for me.

Mr Butt is 48, 6' 2" and weighing 15 stone – a powerful man with a powerful personality. He has a striking and attractive face, balding and so now with a completely shaved head. He is too fat around the belly and should only be 13.5 stone but for me, it adds to what I lust after, the submission to a man who by normal standards would never possess a woman like me.

Our routine is well established since I first encountered him in March. I log on to my computer as usual to check my emails at precisely 4pm on Sunday afternoon – his instructions are waiting. On this occasion I was wearing only my favourite shiny black knee boots and black cotton panties; I had also taken the liberty of inserting my favourite silver dildo deep inside my burning hot and soaking wet pussy and a glass butt plug up my asshole (pre lubricated with Johnson's baby oil). As always, I am totally horny, twitching and shuddering with mini orgasms knowing that what I will soon be reading in his email will have me bursting with anticipation for the sexual pleasures to follow on Monday, the following day, when I will meet him and serve him sexually. 

I open his email and this is what I read.

"Hello, my dear. Tomorrow you will be Dirty Girl and you will be naughty. You will be naughty because you will have prepared yourself for ass worship this evening and tomorrow morning, but you will have been unable to resist the temptation to pleasure yourself and so will have fucked your own ass and pleasured your pussy with your silver steel dildo. You will also be so aroused and desperate for my cock that you will be completely brazen and talk obscenely about your fantasies and desires to lick my asshole and suck my cock and swallow my cum. You will own up to this when we meet and this is all you will say for the whole time we are together, unless I allow it. You will prepare yourself as you know I like you to be and tomorrow I will spank you hard and use your asshole for my pleasures."

The bastard knows me so well! How could he know that I would have chosen to insert my toys as I was reading his email! Never mind, I was too far gone and as he had 'instructed' me to do so, I started to bounce up and down in the chair, movements which buried my twin toys deeper inside my two eager holes. My butt plug was no match in size for my master's rampant cock, but I closed my eyes, let my head fall back and my mouth open, drooling spit onto my chin as I fantasised.

"Fuck me master! Fuck me up the ass with your massive fucking big fat cock! You dirty fat old bastard! Oh! Is that your fat belly slapping on my ass cheeks and my back? Ohh Yess! Spit on me master! Spit your fucking spit onto my back while you fill me with your semen!" 

This would be good practice for tomorrow!

Then I made three of my fingers into a surrogate cock and sucked them greedily into my mouth while slipping my other hand inside the panties to stimulate my aching clitoris. Pre orgasmic ripples flowed through my body as I bounced harder on my ass forcing the butt plug in deeper, imagining instead the fat rigid member of my master, Mr Butt.

"Cum for me master, fill my tight little asshole with all that juicy spunk! Do it! Please!"

All this I shouted to myself, alone in my room. The words added to my sense of excitement, to think I would dare to shout this to my master and at that, the multiple orgasm hit me. My pussy was mush; the dildo fucking me hard and deep; my asshole crammed full of butt plug and my mouth greedily sucking imaginary cum from my fingers as heard in my head his expressions of lust.

"Yes, bitch! I'm cumming now! Right up your tight little butt hole! Fucking get this! Oh Fuck! Ohh Fuuuuck!"

I actually felt the sensation of Mr Butt's thick erection pumping pints of hot seed deep inside my ass, as I collapsed, a quivering wreck onto the floor in front of my computer.

And that was just the Anticipation!

...to be continued



A is for Avocado



This is our second date.

On our first you surreptitiously groped my bum when we first met outside the bar. We chatted for hours and eventually, under the influence of cocktails and stout, turned into horny teenagers. You even chanced slipping your hand down my pants as we kissed on Waterloo Bridge.

I'm coming to your flat for dinner instead of meeting you at a bar; on the condition we wouldn't be having sex.

As I arrive, I'm nervous and excited, and when you open the door I find myself drawn straight into your arms, into your soft, warm lips.

We talk and you cook, you gradually show me round. First it's the living room.

This is where your friends slept last night after the club. There are latex shorts on a table, wax drips on the floor, and an open fire. We talk about our week, what we're interested in...

Back to the kitchen and we discuss your work and mine. We talk about families and friends. All the while I am wondering, what next....

We return to the living room and kiss, I wrap myself around you, enjoying your hands caressing my bum, my thighs, sliding your hands up my skirt to reveal my stocking tops and suspender belt.

"You terrible girl," you say as you give my bottom a gentle slap.

You lead me to your bedroom and after showing me your leather kilt, your shoulder guards, your flogger, you bring me to your bed, where you slept with your friend the night before. I am curious -- I want to know what you did, describe her reactions to your ministrations, but instead I fall on my back and wrap my legs around your waist, kissing your lips, stroking your arms, gasping as you kiss and nip at my sensitive neck...

As we return to the kitchen, you ask me if I want you to tie me up later and shyly, I answer, "Yes."

After lunch we return again to the living room, siting in front of the fire and slowly you have me remove my skirt, my top, my bra. Finally I must remove my stockings and suspenders and I pause. I'm nervous as this will reveal my scar. You know this, you know it makes me tremble, but quietly, firmly, tell me to take them off.

Slowly I stand, and bending over to show you my bottom I begin to unclip the stockings. My nerves make me cheeky, attempting a little striptease and I switch briefly -- telling you to peel the stockings from my legs. You know what I am doing but you indulge me. Slowly I repeat the process and then I must remove the belt.

As it drops to the ground, leaving me utterly exposed you command me to stand before you. I clasp my hands behind my back and stand with my head lowered.

"Spread your legs," you say and I do. "Let me see" and you lean forward to inspect my body.

It takes all I have to stand there; terrified you will find my soft, plump body, unacceptable. Dreading that you will see my scar and find me ugly.

You pull me to you and tell me I am beautiful. Kissing my lips, my neck, my breasts and I am so very happy. You stand and pick up the bag of rope and position me by the fire to keep our naked bodies warm as you slowly begin to tie the knots, to thread the loops of rope around my body. As the rope is pulled tighter between my legs I feel it vibrating along my pussy lips, between my full breasts, around my body. It sends shivers through my core and sets me alight.

You explain that as I am being bound we must have a safe word.

"As this is our first time together, the word will begin with A. Next time it will be B, then C and so on."

I fill with joy at the idea that you anticipate more play.

"What is a word that begins with A that you wouldn't normally say?"

My mind goes blank, then suddenly, absurdly I say, "Albatross?"

"You wouldn't say Albatross then?

"I suppose there is the connotation of the Ancient Mariner, with the rope around my neck..." Why did I say that? I blush, but you do not tease me for my geekery and instead suggest Avocado.

"OK."

My now you are fixing the ends of the rope and I am secured. You survey your handiwork and I present myself, holding my wrists behind my back. You circle me and ask me if my nipples are sensitive.

"A little," I correct myself, "but not very I think."

We have established that I do not know my limits and I am burning, not just with curiosity to see how you will test me.

You leave, and return with a packet of clothes pegs. I expect you to clip them to my erect nipples, but instead the first is attached to one side. You pause, assessing my reaction and proceed to clip 3 more so my nubs are pinched between pairs of pegs, slightly stinging and increasing in sensitivity.

Brushing your hands up and down, flicking and moving them I gasp, and my body surges with pleasurable pain. 

You walk behind me and pick up a candle.

"Have you ever played with wax before?"

"No, sir."

You light it, and I tense with anticipation as you tilt it to pour melted paraffin wax down my back. I am amazed; it doesn't hurt and instead stokes my excitement further still. Moving in front of me you pour more down my chest, but this time the flesh is more sensitive. As it reaches my nipples the sensitive skin flares and you see my reaction. Putting down the candle you flick the pegs and I am struggling to keep my legs apart as the moisture grows and slickens my soft folds.

You take my hand and lead me to the bedroom and I lie on my front on the bed, presenting my arse for you to toy with. On the way you explain your interest in two types of pain. The twacky, thuddy kind, and the stinging, sharp kind...

I am nervous. I think I have a high pain threshold but I just don't know. This is only our second date - can I trust you to stop if I can't take it? Will I disappoint you?

You begin by spanking me, getting harder, and harder. The heat in my cheeks builds and I am raising my bottom to meet your hand. You pause and I feel the bed shift as you get up to pick something up.

WHACK!!

My body flinches and I wonder what you have used.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

At first it is just a dull, thuddy ache but as the blood rushes to the surface it begins to burn and throb. I begin squirming a little and you pause, gently rubbing my flesh and I mew with pleasure.

You call me bitch, you tell me I am sensitive, but your voice is soft and warm and I thank you.

"Are you enjoying this Bitch?"

"Y-yes Sir."

I hear the cupboard door open and close and then you begin again. This time the pain is stronger. You are using some kind of switch and the thin, sharp strands feel as though they are cutting through the hot, tender flesh of my bum. This is, I suppose, the stingy, sharp pain and it feels agonising yet wonderful.

As I move and react, the ropes between my legs pinch and rub against my clit and become slick with my juices. Each time feel I am about to orgasm or cry out for you to stop you change the pace and the feeling recedes.

Just as I begin to wonder if I can take much more you stop, and I feel your tongue gently working across my warm cheeks. I am in heaven....

You return to the flogging, alternating between your hand and other instruments of pain and pleasure and I become so worked up between the intense sensations and the rubbing of the ropes I have a little orgasm. I'm beginning to wonder how much more I can take; yet I don't want you to stop. I begin to make little mewing noises and it becomes harder not to squirm. Perhaps my Kitten alias was not so far off after all...

I want you to be proud of me. I want you to push me and you do.

Eventually you stop, and you cradle me in your arms.

You tell me I am good. That I am so sensitive, yet able to take so much and I practically purr with pleasure. We kiss. Deeply.

I wonder what I can do for you, but you are not done pleasuring me yet.

You pull out a magic wand and ask me if I have used one before and I must confess I have not.

You adjust the ropes between my legs and with the wand on a low setting, you touch it to them and I gasp. The ropes vibrate across the whole of my body and it feels so stimulating. You continue to move the wand around, gradually increasing the power until I loose all control. I am thrashing and crying out in ecstasy and yet you continue to grind the vibrator against me. One of the knots in the rope is right over my clit and you manipulate it skilfully with the wand. I am biting the pillows and pinching my nipples hard as I cum, the vibrations are humming through to my very core and I buck and cry with pleasure. Eventually I begin to tip from pleasure towards pain, and once you decide I have had enough you start to slow the pace and I can breath again.

As the room gradually comes back into focus you hold me and the conversation turns to our situation. We agree our terms and you try to set my hard limits but it is difficult as I am so curious and don't yet know what they might be. You talk to me about the cane you bought to try with another friend.

Not knowing much about canes, you had bought a thin and flexible one, rather than a wider cane that might absorb some of the impact. I tremble as you tell me in detail what it is capable of.

"I think we'll have to save that one as a punishment for when you are bad."

I relax at this, grateful I will not be pushed so far yet as my arse still burns red from our play so far. In the back of my mind though I am nervous, wondering if I will be able to make it through that test when it arrives.

I want to thank you for all you have done and you let me suck on your cock, I am keen to please you and rub my hands up and down your shaft. My tongue flicks at your tip before my lips slowly engulf your hard cock. As I move my head up and down, licking the underside of your shaft you grab my hair. At times you let me control the pace, but as your pleasure mounts you begin pulling me on and off your hard cock by my hair...

As I dress, we arrange a day for our third date and I cannot wait to feel you inside me. Five whole days I will have to wait, and I smile.

It's all I will be able to think about for the rest of the week...