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Fantasies Fulfilled

By: miff69



I guess it could be said that when I got out of bed this morning I had no idea that my day was going to turn out like it did. I'm sure we all have our fantasies, some of which are best kept to ourselves, although I did tend to share some of mine with my wife Crystal. She and I both knew they were just fantasies and used them to spice up our own sex life. Quite frankly some of the ones I had, I'm pretty sure I would never want them to come to fruition, but on that hot day last summer, that's exactly what happened.

It was a beautiful sunny Friday and most people had left our office already. I looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was only 1'o'clock. What the heck I thought, everyone else has left so I may as well go home. I still had work to do, but I could sit out on the decking with my laptop and finish it there. Mind made up, I packed my things away, said a few farewells to the scattering of staff still in the office and headed for home.

You could tell it was summer. As I drove through the town, the number of scantily clad females had increased tenfold and boy did some of them look hot and I don't just mean from the sun. I guess it wasn't only me that got horny in the sunshine. Starting to feel a little turned on at the thought of some of those sights, I decided it might be best to take care of myself when I got home.

However, as I drove down our leafy street I could just spot the top of a car on our drive which could mean only one thing, Crystal was at home. That was a bit odd, she had clearly said she was out all day entertaining a client and wouldn't be home until about 5. I could only assume the meeting had gone better than expected and she was able to sign off early, or she wasn't feeling well. Either way, it looked like my plan for a crafty tug was out of the window. That said, knowing how horny she also got in this weather, perhaps I might get something a bit more. Like I've already said, little did I know at that moment in time that my day was about to turn upside down and I was going to get a hell of a lot more than a sneaky handjob whilst watching some internet porn.

I pulled up on the drive, grabbed my belongings and made my way inside. I dropped everything in the kitchen and stood for a moment looking through our big French windows across our sun drenched lawn and the fields beyond. What a wonderful sight. I intended to go and see why Crystal was home, strip off into something more comfortable and grab a beer before heading out to get on with my work.

I climbed up our winding staircase onto the big landing and stopped. I could hear a noise coming from our bedroom, cliché I know, but I naively gave it no thought and walked around the corner of the landing to our bedroom. It was at that point I froze to the spot. From the angle I was standing at, all I could see was Crystal on all fours on the bed and the naked outline of some guy pounding away into her from behind, his big balls slapping ferociously again her naked arse. Clearly the sound I had heard was my wife panting and whoever this guy was, grunting, as he thrust himself into her again and again.

"Oh that's so good... fuck me harder," my wife begged.

"You lovin' it you dirty fuckin bitch?" the guy growled as he continued to screw her.

"Yes, yes," she cried in reply.

I was still there completely rooted to the spot not knowing what to do. Now going back to my fantasies, I had always joked with Crystal that I would love to see her being fucked by another man... even two or three at once. Of course I never expected it to happen and sure as hell didn't know what my reaction would be. Well judging by the fact that my cock was absolutely rock solid in my underwear, I suppose the question had been answered for me. Fuck, was this normal? Surely I should be storming in there and giving the guy a good beating, but the sight before me had me so turned on my mind was at a loss. They both had their backs to me and had no idea I was there, hardly surprising with the noise they were making. 

This guy must have been a good five or six years younger than us, probably early thirties and pretty normal looking. I continued watching as he slid his throbbing member in and out of my wife's vagina. She was clearly enjoying herself, her long black hair hanging down as she rocked back and forth. I couldn't deny that this was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Should I just carry on watching? Go and get the camcorder? Go outside and get on with my work? I chose option one. My cock was pretty much ready to burst out of my trousers. Quietly undoing my zip I fumbled inside my boxers and let my fully solid cock spring out. I started to stroke myself as quietly as possible, pretty sure that I was about to shoot my load all over the carpet.

"Turn me over and come on my tits," Crystal said.

The man stopped his thrusting and took his cock out. I was fairly oblivious to this and being close to the point of no return continued to massage my cock. Crystal turned around and with a look of horror on her face and mouthing "oh shit," she stared straight at me.

"Lie down, I wanna see you touch yourself," the man commanded.

Crystal didn't move and continued to stare at me opened mouthed. By this time, I had also stopped and was standing still with my cock in my hand. I must have looked like some sort of naked statue.

"What's the matter?" the man asked, then turned around to see what Crystal was looking at.

"Oh fuck," he said.

It was like a Mexican standoff. Me with my cock in my hand, Crystal not daring to move and the fella staring at me with his cock pointing accusingly in my direction, covered, I noted, in the dripping juices from my wife's pussy. Now I've lost an erection fairly quickly once or twice in my life, but this guy's went from 60 to 0 in a hell of a lot less than 3 seconds. Still we all stood there, nobody saying a word. This could only go one of a couple of ways. It was Crystal who seized the moment, naturally assuming that I was enjoying the scene as I was the one who still had a rigid penis in my hand. She knew I had a submissive side and clearly decided now would be the time to take action.

"What are you doing you little pervert?" she shouted at me.

"What?" I stammered.

"Do you often play with yourself whilst spying on people having sex?" she asked.

"Wait a minute," I tried to take control myself, but failed.

"If you're enjoying it so much, why don't you come in here and join us?" she offered.

My natural instinct was to turn and run back downstairs, but I was so turned on all rational thoughts had long since escaped me. I let go of my cock and walked into my bedroom. The man, whoever he was, was still standing there not entirely sure of what was going to happen.

"Take your clothes off," Crystal commanded.

I did as was told. My cock was starting to wilt a little, but was still pretty much ready to be called straight into action.

"Look what you've done to Dale," she said pointing at his cock. At least I knew his name now.

"What are you going to do about it?" she asked.

What was I going to do about? It was hardly my fault.

"Make him hard again," she said.

"What?" I replied aghast, "I'm not touching his cock."

Crystal had a wicked smile on her face as she lay back down on the bed.

"Aren't you always telling me you'd like to play with a man's cock?" she teased.

I had to admit I did say that, but again it was only a fantasy, I never intended it to happen. I'd been quite fascinated by cock's, although didn't fancy men in the slightest. Perhaps I'd spent so many years making myself cum, I wondered what it would feel like to do it to someone else.

"Dale, would you mind if my husband touched you?" she asked.

Dale shrugged his shoulders, "Fine by me," he answered.

Crystal looked at me with a big grin on her face.

"Go on then, it's now or never," she said as I stood there, my cock at half mast.

"I was only joking when I said I wanted to play with a man's cock," I said to her, but even as I did I felt my own cock twitch a little.

"Really? I'm pretty sure you always get very turned on by the thought, so why not give it a try? It won't bite," she said with a little laugh, "although it might spit at you."

As I looked at Dale's flaccid cock hanging between his legs and I once again felt mine getting a bit harder.

"Go on touch it," Crystal said as she lay back and spread her legs. "I'll finger myself whilst you do it, I think it will be very arousing to watch." 

She lay back against the headboard and slid her hand down over her hairless mound and began to massage her clit. I could still see the moistness from where Dale had been fucking her just minutes before. She nodded at me, motioning towards Dale. What the heck I thought. She was right, it was now or never. What was the worst that could happen? If I didn't like it I could just stop. I sat down on the edge of the bed and took hold of Dale's penis. I looked up at him and he nodded, acknowledging he was happy with the situation. I certainly didn't find him attractive, men just weren't my thing, but his cock fascinated me. I softly squeezed it and had to admit it felt good. I felt movement in it, so I knew Dale was okay with this. I pulled his foreskin back over his purple head and continued to stroke him very slowly.

Crystal gave a little gasp from the bed. "Mmmm that looks so sexy. Can you see my juices still glistening on his helmet?" she moaned.

"Yes," I replied, barely a whisper.

"Make him hard," she urged.

I began to wank him a little harder, his cock growing ever more in my hand whilst his balls swung back and forth between his legs. Like me he kept himself tidy down below, although he did have a bit more hair than me I noted. Dale let out a groan as I wanked his cock slowly. God, this actually did feel really good, but quite strange at the same time knowing that it wasn't my own cock I was playing with. I looked down and saw that mine was at full attention. By now Dale's cock was rock solid in my hand also. I just stared at it in fascination as I pumped him a little faster. I checked to my side to see Crystal with two fingers pushed up inside her wide open vagina. She removed them and with a wink put both fingers into her mouth and sucked up all her juices. She dipped them back in again and then leaned over to me and let me lick the juices as well. As always, the cream from her pussy tasted delightful. She came a bit closer to get a better view of me wanking Dale off. At the same time she took my cock in her own hand and began to stroke me ever so slowly, just the way I liked. I groaned. I was so turned on, I knew if she put any sort of speed into it I would shoot all over the place in seconds. With her other hand she touched the tip of Dale's cock revealing some pre cum. She put that finger to my mouth also. It was only a tiny bit and I often tasted my own pre cum from her finger so I sucked it. She let go over my cock and started to caress her beautiful tits.

"Suck him," she suddenly said.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Suck him. Suck Dale's cock," she said in a very assertive manner.

Wanking him was one thing. I certainly didn't want to go that far.

"No way, this is okay," I replied firmly.

"You've always said you want to wank and suck a cock, so suck him," she commanded.

The tone in her voice said she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Crystal, Dale doesn't want me to suck his cock, this is awkward enough as it is."

"Doesn't bother me," Dale said looking down at me.

Crystal smiled at me.

"See. Now put it in your mouth." 

This was definitely getting out of hand, but in for a penny and all that. I leaned forward and licked the pre cum that was still dribbling out of his cock. It tasted no different to mine. I could smell the musky sent of his cock and decided to take the plunge. I saw his cock was a bit bigger than mine, but it wasn't massive. I opened my mouth and put the end of his cock in. I had no idea what it would taste like, but it wasn't bad. I could still taste the remnants of Crystal's cream on it. 

"Move up and down," Crystal said, "like I do when I'm sucking yours."

I took more of his cock in my mouth and slid my mouth up and down, exactly as Crystal did to mine. With my hand I continued to play with his member, stroking it in time with my sucking movements. I could feel it pulsing in my mouth. Now I knew why Crystal liked sucking mine so much. I was certainly beginning to feel in total control. Crystal came back closer to me and began to fondle his balls. 

"Take it all in," she said "open your throat and take it all in. I want to see his balls right up against your chin."

I thought I would choke, but I did as I was told taking as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. I could feel his pubic hair touching my nose as his balls began to slap against my face. Dale let out a big groan. One I was all too familiar with.

"I'm gonna cum," he moaned.

Hell, I wasn't ready for that and went to release his cock.

"Keep it there," Crystal commanded, "suck him off, I want him to cum in your mouth."

With that she put her hand to the back of my head to make sure that I knew exactly who was in control of the situation.

"Wank him faster, make him shoot his big creamy load down your throat," she told me.

I pumped his cock harder, all the time slurping on his helmet that was firmly stuck inside my mouth.

"I'm cumming," Dale exclaimed with a cry.

I had no idea what to do and knew I had no choice to go with the flow, so to speak. I felt the first warm dribble of something in my mouth and then a big shot of warm cream flew into my mouth, followed by another and another. Crystal was still holding me in place and there was nothing I could do other than swallow what was being shot into me. I swallowed what I could. Crystal let go of my head, but I was so turned on by then I greedily kept pumping Dale taking whatever cream he had left. There was no way I could swallow it all and I could feel it spilling out of the side of my mouth and down my chin. After was seemed like a couple of minutes I felt Dale relax and could sense his penis was begin to soften. I gradually let it slip out of my mouth, dripping with a mixture of cum and saliva.

"Oh my God, that was so fucking sexy," Crystal exclaimed with a squeal of delight, who I noted now had fingers in her pussy again.

I had no idea what Dale thought, but he seemed pretty happy, although it wasn't long ago he was expecting to cum in my wife's pussy not her husband's mouth.

"Clean him up then," Crystal said.

I moved to get some tissues from the side drawer by our bed.

"Not with those, with your mouth. "

Really? I took Dale's cock again in my mouth, now very soft, and sucked and licked up what was left of his cum. Once I had cleaned him up, Crystal put her arms around my neck, kissed me deeply and then proceeded to lick the leftover cum that was still around my mouth.

"Well now you little cum slut, what are we going to do about that?" she said pointing at my still rigid cock staring up at her.

"Actually forget about that," she said changing her mind, "get down here and lick my cunt."

She rarely, if ever, her use that word, which I guess was a sign of just how turned on she had become. Dale sat back onto the soft chair we kept in the corner of our room, whilst Crystal lay back on the bed with her legs wide apart. I couldn't help thinking that I was being a bit used here, but as I loved licking my wife's pussy I was sure I could wait my turn. I positioned myself between Crystal's legs, squashing my fully erect cock against the side of the bed as I bent over it and began planting soft kisses on the inside of each of her silky thighs. She let out a little moan of approval. Ever so slowly I moved ever upwards towards her gaping hole and I could smell the beautiful scent of her wet juices as I got closer. 

"Lick my clit," she urged.

Not yet I thought, my turn to take control. Crystal was fondling her breasts again and I could tell she was desperate for me to take the plunge. I continued to kiss just below her pussy and then moved up above her pelvic bone. With my hand I caressed the inside of her leg, lightly trailing it upwards, not quite hitting her sweet spot.

"Lick my cunt, please," she said with another moan.

I lifted my head up and could see a little trickle of juice escaping from between her hole. I moved back in again, lightly sucking on her pussy lips, ever so gently, teasing, getting her wetter. Eventually I gave in and with the tip of my tongue went to work on her clitoris.

"Ahhh," she groaned, "that's so fucking good."

I couldn't see Dale from where I was, but from the slow slapping sound I could hear just behind me I assumed he was enjoying the show and working on getting himself hard again. No doubt he wanted to the chance to fill my wife's pussy with his cream or shoot on her tits, after all that was what he had come here for. I let that thought drop and licked Crystal's clit with long stroking motions, every now and again stopping to dip my tongue as far as it would go into her stretched open vagina. God, she tasted so good. With my head buried deep between her legs I couldn't see what she was doing but I felt her moving. One minute I had Dale's cum in my mouth, now it was wet with Crystal's love juice. I was bent fully over the buried slurping away and sensed Crystal was so near now.

"Don't stop, I'm gonna give you a mouthful of my pussy juice," she cried.

I knew better than to stop when Crystal was close so carried on. Crystal was pushing herself right into me and I knew it was time.

"Lick me you horny bastard, I'm going to cum," she screamed and with that I felt her whole body go into spasm and the second burst of juice enter my mouth that day, albeit a much more familiar one. Crystal continued to writhe on the bed for several moments, before panting for air and coming down from the high of her orgasm. I licked the last of the juices as she let the moment wash over her.

"That was so good," she said lying back on the bed. 

Her nipples were fully erect and her tits looked so good I just wanted to take my cock in my hand and wank my load all over her, but she clearly had other ideas.

"Okay, time to take care of you," she said sitting up.

She got up off the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside cabinet. 

"As I've been very naughty, you can have a special treat and fuck me up the arse," she said throwing the bottle in my direction.

Well I certainly wasn't going to say no to that. I took the lid off the bottle as Crystal bent over the bed resting her head on a pillow. I wasn't sure I'd need that much lube, her arse was already glistening with her cum that had dribbled around there. I squeezed a generous amount on my hand and then carefully inserted a finger into her puckered anus. She let out a little moan. I wasn't sure if it was pain or delight, but she didn't seem to be complaining. I moved my finger in and out and then inserted a second finger to get her stretched and ready. Once I was satisfied that her opening was ready for me I rubbed the remainder of the lube onto my cock and then put the head to her tight hole. I slowly pushed into her opening and felt a nice tightening as her arse squeezed onto the end of my cock. What a feeling. The inside of her arse felt so tight and velvety I could stay there for hours, although knowing how turned on this made me and how turned on I already was, I had a feeling that it was more likely to be seconds. I dropped the lube onto the bed and gripping both of her hips pushed myself up to the hilt so my balls were touching her cheeks.

"Fuck me. I want your cum in my arse," she said pushing herself towards me.

I was bending over now feeling her tits as I fucked her beautiful arse. I suddenly felt something wet drip down my own arse crack as I was pumping into her. What was that? Then I realised. I let out a gasp as I felt what must have been Dale's finger push straight into my arse. 


Fantasies Fulfilled



"You got a dildo over there?" Dale called to Crystal.

"In the cabinet," she groaned, clearly enjoying this.

Dale pulled his finger out and when to the cabinet. I'd had enough dildo's put in me, so this was nothing new and I decided to let him get on with it. He took on of Crystal's rubber ones and came back behind me. I heard him slap some lube on it and relaxed so he could push it in. He pushed the head of it into me as he grabbed one of my hips and then slowly inserted it about halfway.

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Mmmmm," was all I could reply. I liked Crystal doing this, not so sure about letting another man do it, but I was too far gone to care.

He began to slide it in and out of me. It did feel really good now and I knew I was about to shoot. It was then I realised that Dale was holding both of my hips. How was he sliding the dildo into me if he had no free hands? Jesus, it wasn't a dildo, that was his cock, he had gotten hard again pretty darn quick, and I knew for certain as I felt his pubic hair touch my backside and his balls slap against me. I have no idea what was going through my head, or if Crystal knew what was going on, but we were in tight threesome with me the filling in the sandwich. I felt Dale fucking me harder and that was it.

"Ahhhhhh," I cried and felt jet after jet shoot into Crystal's arsehole. I grabbed her tight shaking with my orgasm, not wanting to let go.

Dale wasn't far behind. Did I want him to cum in me, I guess I had little choice now, there was nowhere to go.

"I'm cumming," Dale shrieked and he pushed deep into me as I felt his warm cum shoot into my hole. 

Dale kept pumping until he was completely spent. My own cock was starting to soften but I waited for Dale to pull out of me which eventually he did. I could feel his cum dribble down the back of my legs as he took his cock out. I slipped my cock out of Crystal with a familiar pop as she let me go. Cum was dribbling down her arse cheeks. Fuck me what a scene.

"I'll go clean up," said Dale and he went out of the room to our bathroom.

I noted he knew the way, had he been here before?

"Darling that was so good," purred Crystal, who by now had rolled onto her back looking like the cat that had got the cream. "All those fantasies lived out in one afternoon, aren't you a lucky boy?"

Well I wasn't so sure about that, but it had certainly been an experience that I wasn't likely to forget for quite some time.

"Oh, honey, I'm feeling pretty horny still, do you fancy give me another little lick?"

And that was pretty much how it finished, I buried my head back between my wife's leg's and brought her to another sloppy orgasm. There was plenty of talking to be done, but that could wait for later.



Fantasies Fulfilled



"Happy birthday honey. I love you."

When the dialogue started, Lori stopped moaning and replied "I love you too honey when I spoke those words. 

The dialogue continued. 

"I wanted to give you something extra special for your birthday. I didn't want it to be some material thing I just went out and bought. You got those already. I wanted it to be special and from the heart. So I listened carefully to your fantasies and tried to discern the ones you wouldn't mind experiencing from the ones you wanted to leave in the world of fantasy. I think I understand that now. Your conveyor belt fantasy is what you are experiencing now. Or at least a modification of it anyway."

Lori had a fantasy of being naked on a conveyor belt, and bound and blindfolded. As she moved around the factory or whatever the setting the conveyor belt existed in, hands would freely fondle her body and she had no way of preventing it from happening. Of course finding a conveyor belt setting was all but impossible so this was the modification I had come up with.

"I couldn't find a conveyor belt so I thought this would be a suitable modification."

"Oh yes honey, this is perfect." Was her reply as the dialogue continued. 

"As you are no doubt aware by now we aren't alone. Your other fantasy of a line of men waiting for you to suck them off is yours if you want it, too. There are three men here and I make four. Use your go-word if you desire this at some point. There is also a woman here who you can make love to if you want. Just go-word to tell me what you want to do."

The dialogue ended so I put the music CD back in and restarted it. Lori went back to moaning as the exploitation of her exposed breasts and pussy continued. When the intensity of her moans increased again, I signaled at Rex to be ready. 

He really didn't need any preparation. Rex had been stroking his erection the whole time the activities around him had been transpiring. Lori's mouth would be the target of his raging hardon if she asked for it. If not his wife would surely accommodate his needs. 

"Green light" Lori gave the go-word and I moved in close to ask her what fantasy he wanted the line of men or the woman. First I removed the headphones. 

"Both, but I want cock to suck first." Was her reply. I signaled Rex and he stepped up in front of Lori. 

He traced his cock along her cheek leaving a trail of pre-cum shining on her cheek where his cock had been. When he reached her lips, her mouth opened and she took the helmet head into the warm wet orifice of her face. Her cheeks indented as she started to draw a vacuum on the offered member. 

She bobbed her head on the first few inches of the cock, not being able to do much more with her arms tied to the crossbar on the rack. Rex could have fucked her face, but this was her fantasy and not abuse, so I had instructed him to stand still and let her control the tempo. 

Lori was a great cocksucker but had only recently learned how to deep-throat a cock. In our previous relationship she had tried at first, but felt like I was trying to overwhelm her in the end so had refused to even try in the last weeks and months of our time together. Now she was more comfortable with me and I had successful instructed her in the technique, other woman had performed on me. That may have been what had spurred her on to success.

Lori is a competitive woman. When I had tried to get her to deep-throat my cock before, she had said I was too big, at a little over 8 inches. When I had told her other women had done it, it was Katy-bar-the-door until she got it accomplished. Now her gag reflex rarely activated as she took me into her throat regularly. Her nose would still run and her tears would flow down her cheeks, both normal results of any kind of oral-maxillary assault, but she didn't gag as she slid my cock down her throat. I removed the headphones again. 

"I am going to untie your hands so you can handle the cocks as they are presented to you and deep-throat them if you want to."

Rex stepped back so Lori replied.

"Good, that would be better. There is no restraint in my cocksucking fantasy."

"Do not try to remove the mask. It serves several purposes."

"OK, I won't."

I quickly untied her arms and Rex stepped back in. Lori took hold off his cock as he traced it along her lips and resumed sucking it. In a matter of moments she had him in her mouth and throat to the balls. 

Eric and Todd continued to suckle Lori's nipples and Sherri still assaulted her pussy with her mouth and tongue. I had detected Lori experiencing several orgasms in the course of all this. Lori was easily and multi-orgasmic, so she was deep in her lust now and her pleasure was being transferred to the blowjob she was giving. Rex never had a chance. 

He blew his load in Lori's throat and mouth in short order, once she could suck him in to the balls. She eagerly swallowed his lusty spew, and not even a small amount was lost as she gulped it down before it could try to slip out the corners of her mouth. She continued to suck him until his cock had grown almost completely soft, then she withdrew him from her mouth and said, "Next."

God I loved this woman. I decided to change things around a little. 

"I am going to move you to the bed honey. Then I can fuck you doggie-style while you suck these other men. This will satisfy both our fantasies for a threesome."

"Good, I need to get fucked."

I untied the last of her restraints, the ties that held her legs open to the two upright pieces, and guided her blindfolded toward the bed. I helped her to get on all fours on the bed and stepped up behind her and buried my cock in her swampy cunt. Her cunt muscles started to immediately suck on my invading member. Todd stepped up and fed her his cock and was treated to a tremendously lusty blowjob as my fucking cock now stimulated Lori. Lori sucked him off in short order. On to Phase three. 

"I want to lay you down so I can fuck you missionary and you can suck Sherri's pussy."

"OK." Was her lusty response. 

I laid her down and had Sherri straddle her face. Lori didn't hesitate and started tonguing the woman's crotch and fucking her cunt with her tongue as a little cock. This was her first experience at eating pussy and she was doing it like a long-time pro.  

I threw a condom across the room at Eric. 

I crawled between Lori's legs and pulled them up on my shoulders to allow for deeper penetration and started fucking her again. It was a treat for me with my cock buried in Lori, her body doubled over. Lori loved it when I put her feet on my shoulders, because I bottomed out in her cunt with each thrust. She had told me the first time I had done her that way she had always wanted a man to do that to her. Her ex was a straight fuck kind of guy and had even told her he felt like she was trying to steal his soul every time they fucked, because Lori got so active when she fucked. 

Sherri's lust engorged pussy right in front of my face, and that was part of the treat. I let my tongue snake out and flick Sherri's clit on occasion. 

I fucked Lori while Eric slipped the condom on. They all knew what was coming. Once Eric was ready, he moved to the side of the bed and crawled up on the bed behind me. This while I continued to fuck Lori. This way Lori wouldn't feel his weight come down on the bed. Her legs were on my shoulders, so she wouldn't inadvertently touch him with her foot or anything. Eric tapped me on the back once he was in position. This next move had to be smooth. I raised up, ostensibly to place her feet back on the bed, and withdrew from her. I moved to the side and Eric slid into position and slipped his cock into her cunt. At first she froze in position. 

She had to realize that it wasn't me fucking her. First the cock had a condom on it and second, Eric was easily four inches longer than me and his girth was greater too. He slipped in and out of her fucking her with his big black cock, and like I said at first she didn't move. 

After Eric established a good rhythm, her legs came up in the air on either side of his fucking form. She started to fuck him back. Lori cums easily to begin with, and is multi-orgasmic. I had gotten her right to the edge of another orgasm, and Eric fucking her, a complete stranger with a big cock took her over the edge. 

"Oh Gawd, fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock, whoever you are."

She could have safe worded and I would have stopped Eric, but instead she was doing exactly as she had said she would do. I recalled that conversation from many years before. 

"What would you do if you found yourself in an unusual sexual situation?" I had asked her. 

"I would probably just roll with the flow."

"Then let me take you there."

"No I would rather it just happen, and I go along with it."

It occurred to me at this very moment that I had always tried to get her on board with these activities before and that had I just set them up the ending of our relationship likely would never have occurred. She was certainly rolling with the flow.

"Fuck my cunt. I'm cumming. Fuck me hard with your big cock." Then she went over the edge.

"FUUUUCCCCKKKKK MEEEEEEE!"

Eric for his part was doing everything he could to accommodate her request. I threw a condom at rex and told him to be ready. I had Sherri get off Lori's face and her arms came up around Eric and she started kneading his ass as he thrust into her. 

"Oh Gawd, your cock is huge and it feels so good," She orgasmed again. 

"FUCKING MEEEEE.'

Then she started to chant in time with his thrusts. 

"Fuck me."

"Fuck me."

"Fuck me."

Of course, lusty diatribe like this from a woman during sex does nothing to help the man maintain control. Eric blew his load into the condom moments later. As soon as he got off, I had Rex start to fuck her. 

She never used the go-word, but I figured she was enjoying this and wanting it to continue, as she hadn't safe worded, either. She just accepted the next cock presented to her and her hands went to the ass and her legs went up into the air and she started fucking back with a counter rhythm to match the one Rex was employing. She could surely tell this was someone different and someone other than me, for the cock was condom clad, and though large, not as large as Eric. Todd would be next, and though he had already lost one load to Lori's talented oral efforts, his erection was slowly returning. Sherri was helping in this regard.

Once rex had started fucking Lori, I guess Sherri thought it was acceptable for her to be involved with the other men present. I don't know what their arrangement was, but Sherri became an impromptu fluffer. Sucking the last bit of life into Todd's stiffening cock. Lori seemed ready to fuck the world. She had a gangbang fantasy, though I had thought it one of the ones she wanted to keep in the world of fantasy. I had thought to push the edge of the envelope to be sure, and she had embraced the activities of the evening. Actually it was more than embracing it was encouraging from her diatribe.

"Oh fuck me."

"Keep fucking me."

"Bring on the cocks."

As Rex thrust Lori's chanting began again and changed somewhat. 

"Fuck me."

"Fuck me."

"More cock."

"More cock."

"Keep on fucking me. This is so fucking nasty. I love it. I cumming again!"

"FUCCCKKKK MEEEEEE!"

I loved seeing her caught up in her lust like this. A lusty woman throwing inhibition to the four winds and doing what feels good to her is so fucking sexy, in my opinion.

This lusty diatribe again did nothing to help Rex with control and he emptied his balls into the condom. Todd was ready and he crawled between Lori's legs and his condom clad cock started to fuck her. Again she just started fucking him back for all she was worth. I wanted more active participation on Lori's part, so I slid onto the bed beside her and spoke into her ear. I realized I could still be in trouble when all was said and done. 

"I love you honey, how do you like your birthday present?"

"Oh Chuck this is so awesome. This is the absolute best birthday I have ever had. All my fantasies for real, first the conveyor belt fantasy, then the line of men to suck off, then the woman, now the gangbang. That only leaves one or two others. Thank you honey for loving me enough to allow this."

"I'm just glad you aren't mad and that you understand it is because I love you that I can allow this. I love seeing you happy, whatever that takes. You have always seemed the happiest when you are acting like a slut. I love seeing you act like a slut, so why not. I love you baby."

"I love you too honey."

"I am going to remove the blindfold now."

She started to protest, but didn't. I slipped the blindfold off her head. The first thing she did was to look around the room and see who all was there. Then she went back to focusing on the fucking she was receiving, or more accurately giving to Todd. I spoke in her ear again.

"No disrespect intended baby, but you are such a nasty slut. Keep fucking until they can't get it up anymore and be the little whore you always wanted to be."

"Yes I am a nasty slut and I want to be every bodies whore tonight."

And she was. She fucked them all two more times before they needed a rest. When Eric came down on her again, she got really nasty in her talk. 

"Oh yeah, fuck that big black cock in my little white pussy. Use this slut. I am your whore, fuck me hard, you black bastard."

Eric replied, though his was a derogatory comment, it was obvious he was just attempting to fuel her lust and not to demean her. 

"Yeah you little white slut. Fuck this big black cock you whore."

"Oh yeah, fuck this slut. Make me be your whore."

He did exactly as she asked and her orgasms started to come with an even greater frequency and intensity. 

After she had fucked all of them a couple of times, they were slow to get hard again. So she went down on Sherri for a while. Then the two 69'd each other. This sight was all it took to get the men ready for action again, so she fucked all of us again. I let her fuck the other three first, then I fucked her. I wasn't going to wear a damned condom, and I didn't want to make her cunt sloppier for the others, so I waited until last. The guys were fucked out and Sherri was too sensitive to let Lori eat her out again. 

She sucked on the cocks for a while, trying to get then hard again, but as I expected she could outlast any group. 

Since that night we have had similar situations. We don't do it regularly, but every few months we invite our friends from that night over and go for broke for a few hours. 

One of Lori's concerns in the first attempt at our relationship was that we would become obsessed with it, so we agreed to limit it to no more than once a quarter. 

The only exception is that Lori is now obsessed with big black cocks and Eric gets invited over a little more frequently than the others. He usually comes over about once a month and she fucks him for hours. I capture it all on video and she gets so hot watching herself behaving like a nasty slut. And oh does she love fucking Eric's big black cock. She has even learned to deep throat it. We have talked about a gangbang where all the guys are black.

We frequently roleplay BDSM games and I am considering securing her to a low bench and letting a dog fuck her, because I have seen that some of the fantasies she said she wanted to keep in the world of fantasy she will willingly allow once she is confronted with them. 

I think it is only a guilt relief mechanism for her, and that if I brought a big German Shepard and had him mount her she wouldn't safe word out of it, she would fuck the shit out of him. Then she would do it again and again if there was no repercussions from the first time.

If she did safe word, I would respect that, for I won't do anything to lose her again. 

I have my slut wife and we are both happy with the arrangement. 

Don't forget to vote if you liked the story. It is the feedback I need and he incentive to write and submit more stories. 

Orexis 



Fantasies Fulfilled



This story is related to my story "The Beginning" but was written entirely by me. The characters are the same, but this tale is not a cyber chat...it is a fantasy that I wrote from the desire to meet my internet lover in real life. Enjoy, and any feedback you may have is, as always, welcome and appreciated. J

***

Stretching her arms above her head to relieve the kinks that had developed in her muscles the last few hours of sitting at her computer working, she sighed happily. Taking the time to reread the message she had saved last week and had displayed on the computer screen once more before shutting down her computer for the night, she felt a thrill of anticipation rush through her, flooding her insides with warmth.

Master8: I think we should meet...I need to hold you in my arms, I can't wait any longer.

Seduzione: I know what you mean....I want you so much...this longing just won't go away. But when? 

Master8: Friday.

Seduzione: But ...surely that's to soon for you to travel all this way?

Master8: I already bought the ticket. I'll arrive Thursday night, that should give me sufficient time to recover from the plane ride and be at your door at 8pm Friday.

Seduzione: But...wow...I can't believe I'm finally going to be able to touch you... 

Master8: And I you, my sweet. Until then, I must bid you adieu, I have much preparation to do before I come to you.

Seduzione: I count the days...goodbye for now.

Master8: Oh...one more thing luv...

Seduzione: Wha...huh...yes darling?

Master8: I'm bringing the blindfold.



The week was the time had finally come. She was going to meet the man she'd been having an internet affair with for weeks. As the clock struck midnight, she realized it was now Friday, and she'd be meeting her internet lover in 20 hours...and that she still had to sleep so as to prepare for the night ahead, which she had a feeling would last a long, long while. 

Laying in bed a short while later, she suddenly remembered his parting line, "I'm bringing the blindfold," hinting that maybe tonight she'd finally have her long time fantasy fulfilled. Somehow, she managed to fall asleep, even with those thoughts rushing through her mind.

***

She met him in a games chat room. He referenced her favorite game in the chat, and she messaged him to strike up a conversation about that game. Soon, however, she found out that he was more than just a fellow gamer. He was sweet, funny, and an old-school romantic...in other words, her ideal guy. However, he also had a bit of a naughty side, just like she did. She discovered this one night when he made a slightly naughty innuendo based on something she had said...and she laughed it off and retaliated in kind, which opened up whole new doors of communication between them.

They became quite close...flirting outrageously, sharing secrets. One of these secrets was a mutual interest in erotic fiction, to which both confessed to having written a bit in the past. This conversation led to a very interesting end, but that is another story entirely.

Over the next few weeks after the first story was written together, the two continued to try to push each other's buttons in all the ways they possibly could over the internet. She took and emailed naughty pictures of her to him...he continued to say little things that made her heart flutter madly. And eventually the day came when they started voice chatting with one another...talking about each other's thoughts, desires, lives. But also, when the conversations took a more intimate turn, they each encouraged the other's desire with words and sounds of pleasure, finding their fulfillment alone, but together.

The two lovers longed for the day when their online romance could be taken into the realm of the real world, but neither was sure when or if it would ever be possible. After all, there was one small problem.

He lived in Australia.

She lived in the United States.

But now, it appeared that they would finally get their chance to meet...and to see if their chemistry in real life was anything like it was via the internet.

***

Arching like a cat and letting out a soft sigh of contentment, she opened her eyes to the light of the day, looking to her left at the clock on her nightstand.

"Oh my god, it's noon already! I have so much I have to do before tonight!" Throwing back the covers, she slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a bath before she started to get things ready for that night.

Turning on the tap and adjusting the temperature, she removed her nightgown, stopping to look into the mirror as she did so. Slipping her hands up, she cupped her 38C breasts in her hands, pinching the nipples slightly and feeling herself grow moist between the legs at the sensation it caused. Her breasts had always been sensitive, and everything was more sensitized than normal since she hadn't touched herself intimately in 2 days in preparation for this night. Buckling down to business, she pushed her panties off her hips and stepped into the hot bath, relaxing in the heated water.

Reaching for her razor, she shaved her legs smooth, before reaching for the shave gel again with a wicked grin. Lathering herself up, she then proceeded to remove every trace of hair from her most intimate place, rinsing off and stroking herself intimately to make sure she had not missed any. Feeling herself getting hotter, she stopped what she was doing reluctantly and climbed out of her bath. Drying herself, she wrapped her body in her satin robe and headed downstairs to gather the things she would want for tonight.

Arranging the candles around the room and placing the pile of satin scarves in her bedside table, along with a few other items intended to make the night more enjoyable, she glanced at the clock again. Realizing that she needed to get her makeup and hair done, as well as pick an outfit still, she decided she better stop taking her time, since she had less than 3 hours till he was due to arrive on her doorstep.

When she was done brushing and curling her hair slightly and putting on a bit of light blush, eye makeup, and lipstick, she turned to her closet to peruse the contents. After standing there for several minutes, she picked her sexiest black dress from the closet. The dress was spaghetti strapped, and was backless except for a 2 inch strap that stretched across her back just below the crease of her arms, which left her entire back and the tattoo that resided on the lower portion of it visible. It had a slightly flared skirt that ended a few inches above her knee, concealing almost all...unless she moved just a bit too fast and caused it to flare up, which it would do very easily and expose all. The dresses tight top pressed her breasts up, showing an ample amount of her cleavage in a sexy but tasteful way.

"Yes," she thought. "This will do nicely." Selecting her favorite pair of black lace panties from her drawer and slipping them on, then rolling her stockings up her legs and attaching her black garter belt, she then slipped the dress up her legs, pulling it into place and adjusting her breasts till she was satisfied with the result. With one last look at the clock telling her that her dream guy was due to arrive in 20 minutes, she started lighting the candles she had spread around the bedroom. 

Just as she lit the last one, the doorbell rang downstairs. "Here goes nothing." She slipped on her black heels and headed down the stairs, smoothing her dress once more before opening the door, smiling, to greet the man she felt like she'd waited her whole life for.

***

They stood there for several minutes as they laid eyes upon one another for the first time. She took in his handsome face, the way his hair fell against his ears and forehead and the look in his eyes as he gazed at her. He was wearing dark pants and a jacket, with a blue shirt underneath, a few buttons of his collar undone which made his ensemble more casual sexy than stuffy and dressy.

He eyed her from the top of her soft brown hair and her adorable bow-shaped lips, all the way down her body, his eyes lingering on the way her chest pressed against her dress, and how her legs looked so curvy and sexy encased in those stockings and high heels.

"G'day, mate," he said in greeting, knowing how his accent and those words had affected her in the past in their voice conversations.

She felt her knees weaken a bit as she heard him speak. "Hullo there. Can I help you with something?" she retaliated cheekily, grinning at him.

They reached for each other at the same time, wrapping themselves in a tight, warm hug like the kind you would give a long-lost loved one. Soon, however, they couldn't resist the temptation, and their lips met, softly at first but with growing passion. Backing up inside, she pulled him with her, and he pushed the door shut as he pinned her to it, as their tongues dueled in their mouths. Her hands were going crazy, stroking over his back and his shoulders as he tilted her head to the side and kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulders and let his hands roam over her back and hips.

Breaking away from his kisses with much effort, she took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom, which was aglow with candlelight, before reaching for him again. Pushing his jacket off his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, groaning slightly into his mouth as his hands reached under her skirt to squeeze her behind gently through her panties.

His hands slipped up her back, then began slowly stroking up and down her sides, drawing closer and closer to her breasts with each pass until his fingers were brushing up against them...at which point he cupped them in his hands and stroked his thumbs across her hard nipples, causing her to gasp and press her hips more tightly against his as she felt herself starting to get wet already at his attentions.

Kissing a wet trail down her neck and shoulder, he kissed the cleavage that was exposed by her dress, all the while pinching and rolling her nipples with his fingers through the fabric of her dress as he stroked her breasts. Nudging her straps down her arms with his lips, he gently pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Looking up at her and finding himself looking into her eyes as she watched his every move, he leaned forward and caught one nipple in between his lips, sucking it into his hot mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

She couldn't take the onslaught of sensation: her knees buckled beneath her and she had to lean heavily against him. Never stopping his attentions, he guided her to the bed and lay her back on it, stroking her chest with one hand as his other hand pulled down on her dress until it was sliding off of her hips, down her legs, and was gone, leaving her laying there in just her wet lace panties and stockings. Her hands clutching at his shoulders, she pulled and tugged on it before reaching for the buttons on the front of it, before he took the hint and stood for a moment to quickly remove his own clothing, standing only in his shorts before her.

Not giving her much time to look, he laid down on top of her body, pressing himself against her, as he kissed her deeply. Pulling her hands above her head, he proceeded to tie first one and then the other to the bed rails with the silken cords he had removed from his pockets as he undressed, all the while still kissing her. 

Leaning back and smiling wickedly at her, he slipped down and bound her feet as well, then slid his hand back up her legs, pausing briefly to stroke her heat quickly, causing her to lurch against her bindings in surprise and desire. Kissing her one more time, she opened her eyes to look at him and met only darkness as he slipped the cloth over her eyes and tied it, leaving her helplessly bound and blinded, as he removed himself from the bed, leaving her alone.

***

A few minutes later, she feels his hands on her legs, warm and soft, stroking them softly and moving up towards her most intimate region. However, he bypasses the place that longs for his touch, instead moving up to her neck, this time not using his hands at all, as she feels his lips and tongue begin to trace a path down her neck, across her chest, taking first one then the other nipple into his mouth and sucking it briefly before continuing his path of kisses down her stomach, ending at her belly button. 

Once again, her torment is increased as he removes his lips and pauses briefly before she feels his hand once again stroking her inner thighs, before slipping inside of her panties and stroking the soft heat he finds there. Hearing his small intake of breath when he realizes that she is completely bare there, she smiles, which quickly turns into a low groan of desire as he thrusts a finger deep inside of her, causing her to spasm around his finger and arch up slightly, trying to get more of the incredible sensation. 

She feels a weight on the bed near her head, then senses his heat near her face, and turns toward it, leaning in with her head till she can lick the hardness that she so wants inside of her body. He moves forward, enabling her to take him into her mouth, licking and sucking and stroking him with her lips and tongue, taking as much of his length into her mouth as possible with each movement of her head, as he continues to use his fingers to stroke and tease her pussy. 

He pulls away, causing her to whimper softly at the removal of their toys and pleasure. 

Suddenly, her legs are untied and she can feel her panties being slipped down her legs and removed, and his mouth descends down onto the most intimate part of her, his tongue licking and flicking and his lips sucking, causing her to cry out loudly in surprise and pleasure at the sudden sensation. As quickly as it arrived, his mouth leaves her body, only to be replaced by his cock as he thrusts deeply into her, her wet heat enveloping him, her body squeezing him tight inside of her.

Laying his body against hers, she feels her arms being released and her blindfold being removed, and she gazes up into his eyes as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down for a hot kiss, full of desire.

"Please....don't stop. I need you, luv. Take me...I'm all yours." She pants as she writhes underneath him. He hasn't moved since he removed her bindings, and she can't take the waiting any longer. Wrapping her legs around him, she pleads with her eyes and words to be taken now, the teasing has gone on long enough.

Giving into the seduction of her eyes, he leans back and pulls her legs up over his shoulders, as he starts to thrust again. In and out...deeper and deeper...picking up his pace with each thrust, as she meets his thrusts with ones of her own, wanting him as deep and hard inside of her as she can possibly get him.

Her breathing coming faster and faster, her moans now loader and almost constant, she strokes her hands over her belly and breasts, pinching her nipples and holding them together as her body gives in to all the sensations that have been built up in her, and she arches up against him one more time, her pussy spasming around the length of him thrust inside of her, as her orgasm crashes through her and her cry of pleasure rings through the room.

Her climax spurs his own, and as he feels her start to tremble, he thrusts a few more times before stopping, pressed as deeply into her as humanly possible, as he gives in and comes inside of her, crying out hoarsely as he fills her with himself, letting her powerful muscles milk him dry.

He collapses on top of her, and she languidly strokes his shoulders and back as she revels in the afterglow of the most powerful climax she'd ever experienced. As he leans up a bit to kiss her sweetly on the lips, she sighs contentedly, then whispers in his ear.

"After a performance like that...I'm not sure I'm ever going to let you go back to Australia, my love."

Smiling at her words, he returned "well, then, I guess I'll just consider myself kidnapped."



Fantasies Fulfilled



Story Disclaimer: The events depicted in this story may or may not be true but regardless, the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. As always feedback of all kinds is welcome and constructive criticism is appreciated.

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I looked up at the athletic muscular man in front of me and then over at my pretty ex-girlfriend. They were both naked as Sherry walked slowly over to me. 

Her big beautiful 36dd tits swayed gently as she approached. My eyes soaked in her naked splendor. The way her big tits stood proudly firm with her pierced nipples hard with excitement. Her tiny waist and flat stomach with two tattoos and a pierced navel. Her full wide hips looked delectable and her soft round ass was still perfect. My mouth watered as I remembered the succulent flavor of her smooth shaved pussy. 

We had always shared incredible chemistry and an openness to share all of our deepest secrets and fantasies. I could still remember how that began. We were talking on the phone and I said that I wanted to lick her all over. She asked if I meant everywhere and I assured her I did. We both knew we were talking about me licking her pretty ass and we both knew it was exactly what we wanted. 

Our fantasies grew as we explored our deepest darkest desires. We found that we were both freaks sexually and we were both turned on by the same things. We played with the idea of golden showers; we thrilled at the thought of domination and the S&M lifestyle. We found that I was more submissive and Sherry was naturally dominant. We learned that the thought of exhibitionism, voyeurism and group sex was incredibly exciting to both of us. 

Sherry admitted to me that she had twice fooled around with another woman and that she considered herself bisexual. That titillated me beyond belief because my biggest fantasies have always centered on girl/girl sex. 

Originally our group sex fantasies centered on a soft swap and the only intercouple contact would be between the girls. The fantasy began to evolve when Sherry admitted that she would like us to share another woman, with both of us having sex with the other woman. The one caveat was no kissing between me and the other girl. 

We joined a swingers website, where we started looking for the ever elusive bisexual single woman (almost impossible to find) or a couple, possibly with a cuckold man, to make our fantasy a reality. The more we tried the more clear it became that finding a soft swap couple would not be easy. This realization took place about the time that Sherry and I were discovering more about ourselves, each other and us as a couple. 

Sherry had begun to assert herself as the domme to my sub in our sexual relationship and we continued to delve deeper and deeper into our sexuality. 

One day as we were exploring a particular fantasy that centered on Sherry completely dominating me in front of another couple she asked if I would suck her girl cock (our name for her strapon) in front of another couple. 

We had already established that her making me suck her strapon was a tremendous turn on for both of us. We also found that the idea of having her dominate me and use her strapon to fuck me in the ass was also very hot. 

I answered honestly that I would love to do that. She then asked me if I would suck her strapon if someone else was wearing it. In my mind I pictured Sherry wearing a black leather corset and spike heals with her short red hair slicked back as she ordered me to fellate a strapon which was fastened to the waist of a pretty woman. 

''Yes mistress, I would love to do that for you,'' I answered honestly. 

''Even if it was on a guy,'' she queried. It was a question I had never even considered. We had always agreed that guy/guy stuff did nothing for either of us and she knew I was straight but despite that I knew exactly where she was headed. 

'Sherry,'' I asked, ''Do you want to see me suck another man's cock?'' 

''I don't know,'' she replied, ''kind of. I mean I know you are straight and I said that it does nothing for me but I have been thinking about it and under the right circumstances I think it would be really hot. Would you do it?'' She asked in a soft sexy voice. 

I paused and thought for a moment and something strange happened. I realized that Sherry was right; under the right circumstances it would be hot. ''Yes I would, does that surprise you?'' 

''Kind of, but not really. I know you better than anyone remember,'' she mused. 

From there our fantasies really took off unfettered. No subject outside of bestiality, incest and pedophilia was taboo and the dirtier the better. The no kissing edict between me and other woman remained and I had no desire to kiss a guy but other than that nothing seemed off limits. 

''Would you swallow his cum?'' She once asked. 

''Yes mistress, would that make you hot?'' 

''God yes, would you let a guy fuck you?'' she continued. 

''I don't know,'' I replied. 'Would that make you hot?'' 

''Under the right circumstances yes it would be uber hot.'' 

''What are the right circumstances,'' I asked. 

''Well the guy would have to be really hot and he would have to be shaved.'' As usual her mental picture was perfect. ''Well, would you do it baby?'' 

''In the right situation, yes I would do anything for you.'' At that moment I realized that what turned me on most was experiencing things together. That fulfilling her fantasies with her turned me on as much as fulfilling my own kinky fantasies. 

Over the next several months Sherry and I continued to push the limits of our fantasy lives and the fantasies continued to grow. 

She would send me pictures and profiles of guys she wanted to see me with and I would do the same with girls for her. We would walk past a pretty girl, always a thin brunette with big tits, and Sherry would say ''she's my type.'' 

Sherry admitted to me that she would like to make me pick up a man at a gay bar and make me blow him in front if her maybe even in a dark parking lot where we might get caught. 

I agreed that could be hot. I admitted that I would like both of us to be dominated together as a couple by another dominant couple, woman or even a bisexual man. 

Sherry thought that was uber hot. She also thought the idea of taking me to a peepshow and making me service a glory hole was hot. I said the idea was kind of frightening to me because of disease, so we tabled that fantasy. It seemed there was little we wouldn't at least consider. 

I admitted to Sherry that much like her, my initial reluctance to seeing her fucked by another man had softened and it kind of turned me on despite my jealousy regarding her. I admitted to being turned on by eating her pussy and asshole as another man fucked her. I told her it turned me on to imagine licking a cock as it slid in and out of her. I confessed that the idea of eating a creampie from her delicious cunt really turned me on as well. 

Sherry confessed to having rape fantasies. She loved being choked and having her hair pulled. She also loved to do those things to me. 

We not only talked about our fantasies, we lived them out. We fucked in a parking garage with her bent over the trunk of my car. She tied me to the bed and whipped me. She anally raped me with her fingers and with toys. We were building toward fulfilling all of our fantasies. 

Unfortunately, like so many relationships ours ended when it became clear to me that we were too alike and we fought all the time. I knew our fighting would never end and I could not deal with the fighting and constant drama. 

The fact that our relationship ended did not mean that I didn't care for Sherry or that I didn't love her. I continued to think about her often and I fought myself to keep from contacting her. I know she didn't understand that it was difficult for me, just as it was for her and I regretted hurting her but I knew there was no way I could continue with an unhealthy relationship. 

Then one day several months after we had broken up I ran into Sherry on the street as I was walking to my car after work. She smiled when she saw me and gave me a hug. It was uncomfortable at first but within a few minutes we were talking as if we had never been apart. She touched my hand and the old familiar butterflies fluttered in my stomach. 

''Let's get a drink,'' she suggested as she led me into a nearby bar. We sat next to each other like we had done a year and a half earlier in Las Vegas and we lost ourselves in each others eyes. The world around us seemed to disappear. She reached under the table and put her hand on my thigh as she leaned closer to me. 

''I have missed you so much baby,'' she said softly as her lips brushed across my cheek. 

Our lips met in a soft kiss as my hand covered hers under the table and squeezed tenderly. 

''Let's get out of here,'' she said as she led me from the bar by the hand. We walked hand in hand the two blocks to her hotel room. I wrapped my arms around her as the elevator doors closed and pressed my lips to hers. Her long tongue darted into my mouth and entwined with mine as she squeezed me tight. We kissed deeply and my hands caressed the soft skin of her back beneath her shirt. 

The elevator doors opened and we reluctantly broke our deep sensuous kiss. Sherry led me to her room and quickly opened the door. 

Our passion soared as the door closed behind us. Our lips fused together and we kissed deeply. My tongue flicked out and grazed over her top lip making her entire body shudder just as it always did. 

We tore at each others clothes as we continued to kiss deeply. Our lips pressed together and our tongues did a familiar dance only parting to take our shirts off. We continued to kiss and tear at each others clothes until we were both naked. 

Her warm body felt wonderful pressed against mine and my hard cock throbbed against her soft smooth flesh. 

I kissed her neck as my hands caressed her sexy body and she purred softly. I trailed soft tender butterfly kisses down her chest over her incredible tits to her hard pierced nipples and I sucked and chewed on them as her arms cradled my head lovingly. I chewed on one nipple then the other before continuing my journey down her delectable body. I trailed more soft kisses down her flat tummy to her tattoos where I traced the outline of each of them with my tongue as she moaned loudly. 

The scent of her flagrant pussy filled my nostrils as I settled between her soft yet muscular thighs. I kissed my way from her pierced navel to her shaved smooth pussy. 

Sherry inhaled deeply as my tongue touched her soaking wet pussy. I sucked her thick meaty pussy lips into my mouth and swirled my tongue around them as I savored the unbelievably delicious flavor of her wet pussy. I plunged my tongue deep inside her wet hole as her hands squeezed her massive tits. My hands held her sexy legs in the air as I plunged my tongue deep inside her tight perfect ass. I tongue fucked her ass while my fingers rubbed her engorged clit. I could feel her climax building so I slipped two fingers into her wet pussy and quickly found her gspot. I rubbed her gspot as I sucked her hard clit into my mouth. My tongue rhythmically flicked over her clit until she exploded in the most powerful ograsm of her life. 

I climbed over her and slid my hard cock into her soaking wet pussy as waves of her climax continued to tickle her perfect body. I slid my cock in her slowly, feeling every slippery inch of her magnificent pussy before withdrawing equally slowly. I began fucking her with long slow strokes as I kissed her deeply and looked into her pretty green eyes. 

Harder and faster I worked my hard throbbing cock into her liquid core. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air and the room filled with the sound of slapping flesh. Sherry panted and moaned as another small climax shook her body. Her fingernails raked down my back as she came again. 

I kissed her deeply as she came and then pulled my dripping cock from her pussy. I pressed it to her lips and watched as she greedily licked her juices from my thick pole. She took it down her throat until she gagged and tears ran down her pretty cheeks. I looked down as her head began to bob rhymically and her hand stroked my shaft in perfect time. She slurped and sucked my cock as saliva ran down my cock and dripped from my balls. 

''I want to cum inside you baby,'' I said as I turned her over, doggy style and licked her sweet asshole before kneeling behind her and sliding my hard cock back inside her juicy pussy. I fucked her hard and fast and my balls slapped against her clit as I held her hips tight. 

I reached forward and pulled her hair hard as I continued to fuck her furiously from behind. 

''Oh fuck yes,'' she exclaimed as I slapped her ass hard. ''Slap me harder baby. Choke me baby. Make me your dirty whore.'' 

I slapped her once more then wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed. Her body shook with another powerful climax as I denied her air. 

I eased my thumb up her tight ass as I continued to fuck her from behind. 

''Fuck my ass baby, please. I need your cock in my ass.'' 

I pulled my dripping wet cock from her pussy and spit on her asshole. My cock was as hard as granite as I pressed it against her puckered asshole. My hips pressed forward and my cock eased inside her ass. 

Sherry grunted with pain and pleasure as my big dick filled her virgin asshole with warm throbbing flesh. I pulled back and started fucking her slowly as she got used to my dick in her asshole. 

Sherry began pushing back on each stroke. She moaned and grunted with each stroke and our pace quickened until we were wildly fucking and thrusting together at a furious pace. I felt my climax building and I knew I would cum soon. 

''Oh fuck baby, I am cumming,'' I yelled as I shot ribbons of cum inside Sherry's beautiful ass. 

I collapsed on top of Sherry with my softening cock still inside her ass and we lay still until my cock popped out of her gaping asshole. 

Sherry pulled me to her and kissed me tenderly. ''That was amazing baby,'' she said as she idly fingered her cum filled asshole. She dipped her finger deep into her slippery hole and pulled it out and brought it to my lips. 

''Clean my fingers piggy,'' she ordered. I felt a stirring in my cock as she fed me her cum coated fingers. She pushed them down my throat and pumped them in and out of my mouth. ''You like that don't you piggy?'' She asked. 

''Yes mistress,'' I answered honestly. 

''Good answer my pet,'' she said as she rose up and straddled my face. ''Clean your mess piggy.'' She lowered her cum filled asshole to my waiting mouth and moaned loudly as my tongue dug deep inside her. I slurped and sucked my cum from her gaping asshole until every drop had slid down my throat. 

Sherry climbed off my face and threw me a towel. ''Wipe your face off piggy and then get dressed,'' she ordered. 

''Where are we going?'' I asked. 

''Are you questioning me slave?'' 

''No mistress,'' I answered as I wiped my face and put my clothes on. 

Sherry walked out of the bathroom dressed to kill. She wore a short black leather skirt; a back leather corset and high healed thigh high fuck me boots. She ordered me to lace her corset up tight and then put a short black leather jacket over it. She fastened a studded leather dog collar and leash around my neck and walked to the door with me in tow. 

''Lead me to your car piggy,'' she commanded as we stepped out of the elevator. 

''Drive to the Gold Club piggy,'' Sherry ordered as we pulled out of the parking garage. 

Five minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of the upscale strip club. Sherry led me to the door on my leash and then to a table next to the stage. She ordered a drink for her and water for me and the gazed at the stage where a curvy but thick blonde woman danced. We sat at the table as dancer after dancer flirted with my ex-girlfriend until one dancer caught Sherry's eye. She was a tall brunette with big, likely fake, tits and a great ass. When the girl finished her set she walked over to Sherry and asked her if she wanted a private dance. Sherry said yes as long as I could watch. The dancer agreed and they walked hand in hand to a private room, towing me by my leash as they went. 

Sherry's eyes glazed over as the pretty dancer ground her pussy against Sherry's thigh. The dancer took Sherry's hands and placed them on her bare tits as she reached down and fingered my pretty ex-girlfriend's pussy. 

''You are very wet,'' the stripper said to Sherry as she raised her wet finger to Sherry's waiting lips. 

My cock throbbed at the sight of the two pretty women as they kissed and fingered each other into frenzy. The song ended and Sherry gave the stripper a piece of paper with her number on it. She then led me by the leash to the sex shop next door. She ordered me, loud enough for everyone in the store to hear, to pick out a strap-on for her to fuck my asshole with. 

Sherry unfastened my leash so I could pick out her new toy. A clerk walked up to me as I looked at the various assortments of strap on dildos and asker if I needed any help. 

''Yes,'' I answered, ''I need to find a strap on for my mistress to fuck my asshole with.'' My face flushed with embarrassment as the muscular man smiled and suggested a few. 

I picked the middle sized one and looked at the box. It was a realistic eight inches long with thick veins and a bulbous head. A leather harness held it in place. 

''If you want the real thing give me a call,'' he said to me as he handed me his card and walked away. 

Sherry took the card from me and smiled wickedly as she placed it in her pocket. 

''Pay for your new toy piggy and meet me at the car,'' she ordered as she walked out the door. 

Sherry was sitting in the passenger seat of my car when I got there. The sun had gone down and the parking lot was not well lit. She ordered me to give her the strap on and wait in front of the car. 

I did as Sherry ordered and watched as she walked over to me. She had put the strap on under her skirt but the head was clearly visible beneath the hem. 

''On you knees slave and suck my girl cock,'' Sherry commanded. 

I dropped to my knees as she pulled up her skirt and shoved the big plastic cock into my waiting mouth. Her hips jogged back and forth slowly fucking my mouth as she held me by the hair. She forced the dildo deeper and deeper down my throat making me gag with each stroke. 

''You like my cock in your mouth don't you sissy pig? Well you had better get it nice and wet because I am going to fuck your asshole here in the parking lot when I am done using your mouth.'' 

Saliva ran down the thick shaft as I fellated Sherry's girl cock. She pulled the wet phallus from my mouth and ordered me to pull my pants down to my knees. 

Sherry spit copious amounts of saliva on my asshole and then eased her girl cock inside me. 

I groaned as she filled me with her big strapon. She fastened my leash to my collar and pulled it tight as she began fucking me in earnest. Harder and faster she fucked me. Her girl cock stroked my prostate in a smooth perfect rhythm and I felt my climax starting to build. Harder and faster she fucked me until I shot ribbons of thick cum onto the bumper of my car. 

Sherry pulled her girl cock from my ass and forced me to lick it clean. I looked up at her pretty eyes and dutifully slurped her plastic cock until it was perfectly clean. 

''Pull your pants up slave,'' she commanded as she climbed into the car.

She took me to a bar. My cock was slimy with cum and my ass stretched out from my recent fucking. I felt humiliated and degraded like a whore and I loved it. 

We went back to her hotel room after we had eaten. Sherry ordered me to strip naked and wait for her in the shower. She walked in naked, as beautiful as ever, and ordered me onto my knees in the tub. She stood over me and pulled my face into her tasty pussy. I started to lick her delicious juices and I was rewarded with a warm stream of salty pee. 




Fantasies Fulfilled



''Drink it you pathetic pig,'' she ordered as she filled my mouth. I gulped down her piss and licked her cunt until her body shuttered with a thunderous climax. 

Sherry and I showered and cleaned up then she made a phone call. An hour later there was a knock at the door. Sherry ordered me to strip and lay face down on the bed. I did as she commanded and waited nervously as she led the clerk from the sex shop into the room. She told him to make himself comfortable and he quickly pealed off his clothes revealing a taut muscular body which was shaved from head to toe. She dropped her robe to the floor displaying her magnificent body. 

The clerk, who's name was Jonathan ignored Sherry and walked over to the bed where I was lying. His big smooth cock jutted out from his muscular body inches from my mouth. Sherry walked across the room, naked and beautiful. She knelt beside Jonathan and took his big dick in her tiny hand. She guided it to my mouth as she brought her lips to mine and kissed me deeply. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the deep passionate kiss. Her tongue entwined with mine. 

Jonathan's cock leaked precum as Sherry rubbed it against my face. Our lips parted and she took him into her mouth as she looked deep into my eyes. 

Sherry took his cock deep into her throat then withdrew and licked the tip. She pressed her lips to mine and her tongue slipped past my lips. We kissed deeply and her tongue slithered up and down mine. 

''Your turn baby,'' she said. Her voice was thick with lust as she guided the thick drooling rod to my lips. ''Lick the head baby, taste his precum. This is so hot baby, so fucking hot I may explode.'' 

My tongue flicked out and I slowly licked the head of his cock as precum leaked from it. It tasted salty yet surprisingly sweet. 

Sherry moaned as she watched me lick the big hard cock like a Popsicle. Her reaction encouraged me and I took the thick rod into my mouth. Sherry's hand pumped the shaft as my tongue slithered along the contours of the thick head and veins of Jonathan's throbbing cock. 

''Take it down your throat baby,'' she said as her fingers plunged into her overheated pussy. 

''Holy Fuck!'' Sherry moaned as I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his muscular thighs drawing his cock deeper into my mouth. 

Jonathan's hips began to jog forward slowly fucking my virgin mouth. I opened my throat allowing him to slide his big cock deep inside me. He continued to force his dick down my throat until my nose pressed against his pelvis. Tears ran down my cheeks as I gagged on his throbbing cock. 

''Baby, that is so fucking hot,'' Sherry said encouragingly. 

There was a knock at the door and Sherry twinkled over to answer it while I continued to suck on the clerk's big dick. She peered through the view hole and smiled as she opened the door still naked. 

''I was hoping you would show up,'' Sherry said as the stripper entered the room. Sherry wrapped her arms around the stripper and kissed her aggressively as she quickly undressed the sexy brunette. When the stripper, who's name was Janet, saw me on the bed with Jonathan's cock in my mouth she muttered ''holy shit you guys are freaks, but that is so hot.'' 

Sherry led Janet to the bed and pushed her back on it. My beautiful ex-girlfriend dove between the strippers shapely thighs and pressed her lips to Janet's smooth shaved pussy. Sherry used her long tongue to devour the brunette's succulent juices until she came all over Sherry's pretty face. 

''Get on all fours over my slave,'' Sherry instructed her new lover. She had Jonathan pull his cock from my tired mouth and positioned him behind Janet. 

I watched up close as Jonathan's cock split Janet's meaty pussy lips and eased into the wet hole. 

''Lick it baby, everywhere, her cunt, his cock, and his balls. Do it my pet,'' Sherry ordered. 

My tongue flicked out and slurped Janet's pussy and she moaned loudly. I sucked her delicious juices from Jonathan's big cock as he pounded into the stripper's hole. He fucked her hard until his balls tightened and he filled her pussy with thick creamy cum. 

Jonathan pulled his semi-hard cock from Janet's pussy and fed it to me as Sherry ordered me to suck it clean. I obediently sucked their juices from his flaccid cock until it was completely clean. 

Sherry told Janet to sit up and let gravity to drain her sloppy cunt onto my mouth. I attached my mouth to her warm hole and greedily sucked Jonathan's cum from her tasty pussy. 

Sherry pushed Janet onto her back and straddled her face as she pulled me t her and kissed me deeply. She guided my cock into her perfect pussy as Janet licked my balls. 

The world around us disappeared as we made slow beautiful love to each other. Our bodies moved together as one as I thrust my cock into her pussy. We kissed deeply, our tongue dancing together as our bodies thrust and gyrated until we came together in a powerful simultaneous climax. 

I looked into Sherry's pretty green eyes and said "I love you baby.'' We continued to kiss as Jonathan and Janet began to fuck. 

''I love you too baby,'' Sherry said as she positioned her leaking pussy in front of Janet's face as Jonathan fucked her from behind. 

I lay beside Sherry and kissed her as Janet licked her delicious pussy. I felt my cock stiffen as we kissed. Sherry reached down and squeezed my hard cock. 

''Baby, I want your cock in my ass as Jonathan fucks me but I want him to cum in your mouth,'' she said. 

"Mmmm,'' I moaned as we positioned ourselves. Jonathan lay back on the bed as Sherry mounted him easing his big hard dick into her warm enveloping pussy. Her delectable ass was up in the air as I slid my well lubricated cock into her tight asshole. 

Janet played with her hot pussy as she watched from a soft comfortable chair in the corner. 

Sherry moaned as we double penetrated her gorgeous body. I fell into a steady rhythm as my cock slid in and out of her sweet ass. I could feel Jonathan's cock rubbing against mine through the thin membrane that separated Sherry's two holes. We fucked our Sherry sandwich with increasing ferocity until I couldn't hold back anymore. I came hard inside her, filling her tight asshole with ribbons of thick cum. 

Jonathan continued to fuck her hard and as her got close to cumming Sherry climbed off him and she grabbed his slippery cock and took it into her mouth as she directed me to help her. 

We double teamed Jonathan's cock as Janet strapped Sherry's girl cock around her waist and started fucking Sherry. 

Janet fucked Sherry harder than I thought possible as I took Jonathan's dick into my mouth. He grunted loudly as he filled my mouth with his thick creamy cum. Sherry came hard as she watched me take Jonathan's load. I held his cream in my mouth and kissed Sherry deeply giving her a warm tasty snowball. 

Sherry, Jonathan and I all collapsed onto the king sized bed exhausted. Janet took the strap on off and cuddled up to Sherry as Jonathan got up, dressed and thanked us for a great night before he left. 

Sherry and I began caressing Janet as we kissed each other deeply. 

''Let's make her cum together my pet,'' Sherry said excitedly as she slipped between the strippers splayed thighs. ''Come here baby and let's eat a pussy together.'' 

I slid next to Sherry and kissed her before we both flicked our tongues over Janet's wet pussy. Sherry pushed her long tongue deep into the brunette's hole as I licked and sucked on her hard clit. We simultaneously licked and sucked Janet until she came hard. When she came a delicious clear viscous fluid squirted from her spasming pussy onto our faces. Sherry and I licked the tasty liquid from each other and then shared it in a passionate kiss. We slid back up the bed and cuddled exhaustedly. I drifted off to sleep with Sherry's sexy smooth body pressed against mine and Janet on the other side of Sherry sandwiching my beautiful girlfriend between us.



Fantasies Fulfilled



Stephen and Monica had been dating for awhile. They enjoyed each other's company, communicated well and had a great sex life. One night, after a particularly fantastic romp in the sack, they were lying there together and started talking about fantasies. Stephen, of course, had the typical male fantasy of a threesome...two women and him. Monica shyly told him that she had a fantasy of being tied up. They continued to talk and found that both of them were interested in some kinkier stuff than they had been experiencing. 

Stephen told her that he had a fantasy of controlling a woman and watching her get used by several men. Monica didn't say anything. "Sorry babe, too kinky for you?" Stephen asked. 

"Not really," she replied quietly. "I've always had the fantasy of being used by a bunch of men." 

They continued to talk about this, both of them getting more excited that their fantasy might become reality. Stephen told her of this adult book store that he knew of. It was more than a book store though. There was a movie theater and a spa portion too. He suggested that one day, they might go there together. He said that they would have no problem finding a bunch of men there that would be happy to use Monica. 

"Let me think about it, ok?" Monica asked, wanting to be sure that this is what she wanted. Stephen readily agreed, assuring her that he didn't want her to do anything she didn't want to do. She started kissing him, her hands moving down his body and they wound up having another round of mind blowing sex. 

A few days later, Monica told Stephen that she had thought about nothing but their talk the other night and had in fact masturbated several times to the idea of being used by a bunch of men. If he was positive that he didn't have a problem watching her being a slut, she said she was positive that she wanted to do this. 

Stephen told her that he was very happy that she had come to this decision. He said he didn't see it as her being a slut, that it was an opportunity for each of them to live out a fantasy. He was confident that this wouldn't change anything between the two of the, if anything it would bring them closer. 

They planned a date and a time. Stephen assured her that he wouldn't let anyone harm her. Everyone who fucked her would use a condom and no one would be allowed to cum in her mouth. He would stay with her the entire time and all the men would know that she was his. 

As they drove to the book store, Monica admitted she was a little nervous. Stephen told her if she didn't want to do this, they could just go home, it wasn't a problem. She told him that she wanted to do this, she was just nervous. She didn't know how to start, or what to do. Stephen told her not to worry, everything would fall into place. 

They walked into the book store, Monica feeling a bit self conscious wearing a low cut shirt, without a bra, and loose gym type shorts with no panties. They went to the counter and Stephen paid the entry fee for the theater and the spa. He asked her one last time is she was sure about this. She nervously told him that she was. He told her that if at any time she wanted to stop, all she had to do was tell her. 

Stephen led her to the movie theater, opened the door and motioned for her to go in first. Monica entered slowly, not really sure what to expect. There on the huge screen was a guy fucking this woman hard and deep in the ass. She's screaming with each thrust. Stephen came in behind her, putting his hand on the small of her back. "This way," he said and they began to walk down the far left aisle. 

As Monica's eyes started to adjust to the darkness, she saw about 10 men sitting scattered around the theater. Stephen walked straight down to the front row and immediately undid the button and zipper on his shorts and pulled them down. As he sat down he said "Come suck my cock."

Monica knelt down in front of him, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the tip and began working her head up and down. She could hear movement around her and in her peripheral vision saw men standing around watching. She heard someone sit down a chair away from Stephen. She worked her head down, taking more of him in each time. "That's it," Stephen encouraged her. 

Monica still couldn't believe what a long cock he had. She remembered thinking the first time she saw it that she'd never be able to take it all in. As if reading her mind, Stephen said "Take it all the way in." She opened her throat and took him in deep until her lips were wrapped around the base of his shaft. As she did this she could hear many things happen at once. Stephen murmured "Good girl." The man beside him moaned and Monica could hear him stroking his cock. The men standing around watching were all murmuring things like "Oh yea." and "That's it."

As she continued to suck his cock, Stephen told the men around her that they could play with her or fuck her, but only if they had a condom. She immediately felt someone's hands sliding under her shorts and up and down her damp slit. Another hand came underneath her, went under her shirt and began to play with her nipple. Monica moaned and began to work her head up and down Stephen's cock faster. "Take it all again," Stephen told her. She immediately opened her throat again and took him in deep. Again, the man next to them moaned and the crowd around them murmured their approval. The fingers that were running up and down her slit, now parted her lips and entered her wet pussy. 

Monica moved her head up until Stephen's manhood was almost all the way out of her mouth and then she took him in deep again. She could tell by his moans that he was really enjoying this, so she kept doing it. The hands on her nipples were tugging harder now, causing her to moan and clench her pussy. The fingers inside her started finger fucking her faster, which, in turn, made her moan again. 

This time when she went down on Stephen, she felt someone's hands push her head down further. "Good idea," Jim murmured and thanked the unseen man. Monica gagged, not prepared for the cock being in her throat so deep and for so long. As the man sitting next to them moaned again and she could hear his hand moving faster up and down his shaft and the men standing around all sounded pleased with her gags, Monica brought her hand to Stephen's leg and he immediately told the head holder to let her head go. She slid him out of her mouth and drool dripped from her mouth. She took a few deep breaths and then took him in her mouth again. 

"I'm going to hold your head down," Stephen quietly said. "Don't fight it." Monica took him all the way in and Stephen's hand went to the back of her head. She was fine this time because she expected it and was prepared for it. She loved to deep throat cock and this time was no exception. The fingers holding her nipple twisted it and she moaned and clenched again. The vibrations pushed Stephen over the edge. As he started shooting his warm, thick cum into her mouth, he told Monica, "Swallow every drop. Don't let a single drop go to waste." 

Monica gladly swallowed every last drop.

Once she had licked him clean, Stephen told Monica that she had plenty of cocks to suck and she better get busy. He told her to start with the man sitting a seat away. She crawled over to that man and took his cock in her mouth. Stephen told that man, and all the men standing around, that no one was to cum in her mouth. She would suck them off until they were ready, but they had to pull out before they came. 

Monica easily took this man's cock all the way in without a problem. She slowly worked her head up and down this man's cock, taking him all the way in and then sliding him almost all the way out. He was moaning and thrusting his hips upward. Whoever had their fingers in her pussy, followed her to this man and was fingering her again. It didn't take long for this man to tell her he was going to cum. She pulled her head off his cock and he shot his load at the floor near her feet. 

"Well done," Stephen said. "Now get over here and take care of these men." Monica crawled back over and opened her mouth to the man standing there with his hard cock in his hand. He fed her his cock and his hands went to her head. He thrusted his cock in deep, moaning as her tongue ran over his shaft. All too quickly for Monica's liking, the man pulled out of her mouth, turning around to cum. 

Another man quickly stepped up and placed his cock in her mouth. Monica moved her head back and forth, moving his cock in and out of her mouth. "All the way in," Stephen quietly ordered her. She immediately moved her head forward, wrapping her lips around the base of the man's shaft. The man moaned, as did many of the men standing around watching. Monica knew that she should feel like a slut, but she didn't. She was enjoying sucking these men's cocks. This man pulled out and jacked off, cumming in front of her. As much as Monica loves cum, she knew it was foolish to allow anyone to cum in her mouth. Sexually transmitted diseases weren't something to fool with. That is something that she and Stephen agreed on. 

Monica continued to suck cocks on her knees in the front of the theater. Some men were standing up, some were sitting down. Long cocks, shorter cocks, thick cocks, she enjoyed them all. Stephen continued to watch, reminding the men that they were not allowed to cum in her throat. It was hard to tell who was moaning more, the men receiving the blow jobs, or Monica while she was giving them. Fingers had continued to play with her pussy and nipples and Monica had cum a few times while giving the blow jobs. 

A man came up to Stephen and asked if he could lick Monica's pussy. Stephen told him that he would bring Monica in the back room. "Come here," he said to Monica. She got up and walked over to him. "Sit down," Stephen said, pointing to the chair next to him. "You've done well so far, I'm very pleased. Now I want you to know that I'm opening all your holes up for everyone. We're going to go into the back room. There is a table in there. There is a gentleman in there who wants to eat your pussy. You will go in, take your shorts off and lie on the table with your legs open. I will remain with you and I won't let anyone penetrate you without a condom. I will not let them harm you, but I will let them use you. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." Monica replied. 

Stephen stood up and took her hand, helping her out of the chair. He put his hand on the small of her back and led her into the back room. Staring straight into Stephen's eyes, Monica took off her shorts, handed them to him and hopped up on the table. She laid back, spread her legs and waited. It wasn't long before she felt a hand run down the inside of her thigh and someone spread her pussy lips. She trembled and waited for what would happen next. She only had a moment to wait before she felt a head between her legs and felt someone push her legs up towards her head. "Keep your legs spread and up in the air." Stephen said from behind her. 

The man between her legs licked, sucked, nibbled, teased, fingered, and lapped at her clit and her pussy, that was becoming wetter by the moment. She let out a low moan and fidgeted on the table. "Let him know you're enjoying it girl. I want to hear your moans." Stephen said. Monica immediately began to moan louder. She looked around and saw a bunch of men standing around. This made the experience even hotter for her. She moaned loudly and came as the man between her legs gently bit her clit as he fingered her pussy. The man lapped at her cum as it dripped from her pussy. 

"Thank you." Monica murmured and began to close her legs. 

"I'm not done." the man replied and pushed them open again, his head once more going down between her thighs. 

"You will not close those legs again. Do you understand me?" Stephen said. 

"Yes, I understand." Monica panted as the man was pushing her towards another orgasm. 

"Who else wants a shot at the slut?" Stephen asked. 

Monica could hear a few men replying they were ready. Stephen told the men that they could fuck her in the pussy or the ass if they had a condom. They could have their cocks sucked as long as they didn't cum in her mouth. She heard movement and turned her head to find a cock waiting for her. She reached out and stroked it as she moved herself to the side of the table to bring the cock to her mouth. She started sucking the cock for all she was worth as the head between her legs was brining her to another orgasm. This man had an incredible mouth! She paused at sucking the cock in front of her as the orgasm ripped through her. She yelled out "oh fuck!" and then continued to suck the cock that had fallen from her mouth. It wasn't long before this man pulled from her mouth and jerked his cum all over her face. 

She moaned with pleasure as the warm cum covered her face. She felt someone playing with her nipples and then sucking at them. The pussy eating man was still performing her magic and Monica was in her own little world. Every nerve in her body was on edge. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this. She felt a cock slap at her face and she turned and opened her mouth. A thick cock was pushed inside, so thick she had a problem getting her mouth all the way around it as it pushed in deeper. Someone was still playing with her nipples, she was assuming it was the man with the thick cock that was in her mouth. Someone took her hand and placed it on his dick and she began to stroke. She felt fingers being slid in her ass and she clenched at the intrusion. But as with all her other holes, the person just kept pushing in. 

Before long, Monica was having another intense orgasm, this time the cock stayed in her mouth while she came. The person playing with her nipples twisted sharply as she started to cum, increasing her pleasure. She clenched the fingers in her pussy and ass and she felt the man sucking on her clit. Her tongue slid along the bottom of the shaft inside her mouth and the cock she was stroking with her hand started to cum, getting on her hand as she continued to slide it up and down on the cock. The only free hand she had was pressed up against the wall and she was vaguely aware of Stephen telling her to straighten her legs. This was the most intense orgasm Monica had ever had in her life. 

The guy pulled his penis from her mouth and Monica moaned out a low guttural moan as she felt her cum dripping from her pussy. She struggled to get her breath back and she moaned "no more." 

Stephen chuckled and said "you're far from done."

The man eating her pussy had finally had his share and she slowly lowered her legs and then closed them. She scooted to the edge of the table, her head hanging off the end now. This would make it easier for her to suck cock. She felt someone nudge her legs apart and she felt a finger slide up and down her wet slit before her lips were separated and a finger found her clit. She moaned as her sensitive clit was assaulted. As she opened her mouth to moan, a man stepped up and put his cock in her mouth. He was in a hurry and proceeded to fuck her mouth fast and deep. By having her head hanging over the edge, Monica was able to take the cock in deeper without a problem. This man started playing with her nipples as well. "Oh God," Monica thought. This man quickly pulled out and jacked off against the wall next to her. 

The owner of the finger on her clit, now put two fingers inside her wet pussy and began to pump them in hard and fast. Monica moaned and bit her lip, not knowing if she could cum again. She looked to her right and saw a man standing there stroking his cock watching what was going on. She reached out her hand and the man stepped closer. She jacked him off until he came on the floor. It was shortly after this that she came again, this time louder still. She was sure she was being too loud, but no one was complaining. 

A man told Stephen that he had a condom. Stephen told him he wanted to see him put it on. Once he was satisfied, he told the man he could take whatever hole he wanted. The man climbed up on the table and inserted his cock in Monica's throbbing pussy. She was so wet you could hear his sliding in and out. "Damn," he said, "she's so wet." Monica blushed at the words and closed her eyes. He pounded into her a few times and she felt her pussy clenching him, trying to milk his cock. "Oh, she's good," he hissed as he continued to pound into her. A few thrusts later she heard him grunt as he thrusted in deep. He climbed off her a few minutes later, pulling the semen filled condom off his cock. He winked and thanked her as he walked by. 

Another man told Stephen that he had a condom and he put it on so Stephen could see. He climbed up on the table, getting between her legs, spreading them. "Lift your legs please," he politely said and she complied. He stuck his cock in her pussy and thrusted a time or two and then withdrew and pressed up against her ass. Her eyes widened as she lay with her head hanging off the table, unable to see him. He pushed into her without much hesitation and was soon buried to his balls in her ass. He commented on how tight she was and she felt him banging away at her. Monica wasn't sure if it was him or someone else who began to rub her clit. Her hips started moving and she felt herself pushing against the penis in her ass. He was moving faster yet and starting to breathe heavy. Monica knew he would cum before too long. As if sensing it was close, the person rubbing her clit took it between their finger and thumb and began to rub in earnest, making Monica jerk some. She clenched her ass over and over in response to the actions being performed on her clit. This caused the man in her ass to moan loudly and then she knew he was cumming. He stayed in her for a moment before pulling out and climbing off the table. Monica came again. 

As she lowered her legs again, she was aware of the pool of her own cum on the table. She opened her eyes and looked around and saw that she and Stephen were alone. She scooted down the table a bit so her head was lying on the table. She was still breathing heavy. Stephen walked over, stroked her hair, told her how well she was doing and gave her a bottle of water. She gratefully took the water and took a long drink. 

More men came in and she sucked their cocks and they played with her nipples and/or pussy. Some fucked her pussy, some fucked her ass. She came quite a few more times and received more cum on her face. Each break, Stephen would give her more water. She had lost count as to how many cocks she sucked, how many men had fucked her, and how many times she came. All she knew was she was very happy and content. 

Stephen told her it was time to go. She put her shorts back on and they walked out into the theater. The men sitting in there whistled and clapped when she walked out and she blushed and gave them a tiny wave. Once outside the theater, Stephen told her to wait there in the little hall. He went and got towels for the spa and returned, taking her by the hand and leading her into the spa. Monica felt many men looking at her and she felt self conscious. They walked into a little locker room. Stephen told her to undress and put her clothes in the locker. She did and then turned and saw the shower room. While he finished undressing, she walked in the shower room and turned on one of the jets. 

Stephen joined her in the shower room, shutting the door to the locker room. He hung the towels up on the far wall, walking over and adjusting the jet on the spray next to Monica. "You did well," he said, looking at her and smiling. 

Monica thanked him and looked at him closely. "Did I let you down?"

"Hell no!" he exclaimed. 

She washed her face, trying to get the dried cum off. She washed down the front of her body and then up the back. Once she did that, the turned towards Stephen, taking her soapy hand and sliding it between her legs. She smiled at him as she saw him watching her hand. She spread her labia and got between her lips, slipping a few fingers inside her and moaning slightly. She looked at Stephen again and noticed that his cock had gotten rock hard. "Can you do me a favor?" she sweetly asked him. 




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"Probably," he replied, not taking his eyes off her fingers working in and out of her pussy. 

Monica rinsed off her hands and knelt down in front of Stephen, taking his hard cock in her hand and bringing it to her mouth. She slid it between her lips and worked her head down, pushing him deeper into her throat. He moaned and brought his fingers to her hair, gently running his fingers through it. She looked up at him with her big eyes as she moved her head back and forth, taking him all the way in and then almost all of the way out, just like she knew he liked it. After a few times, she pulled him out of her mouth and stroked him with her hand. "I've got everything clean but one spot," she said. She put soap on her hands and then lathered up his cock. She stood up and bent over in front of him. "Do you think you could clean my ass?"

Stephen moaned with desire, stepping closer and massaging her ass cheeks. He ran one hand between her legs as he pressed his soapy cock against her rosebud. Holding her tightly on the hip with one hand and stroking her womanhood with the other, he slowly pushed his cock inside of her, pausing to let her get used to it. Once he felt her relax, he continued to slide into her ass until he was in all the way. He sighed, staying still for a moment, enjoying the feeling. Then he moved both hands to her hips and started to pump in and out. While he was doing this he was telling her how good she had been today and how proud he was of her. How excited it made him to watch her being used by other men. How sexy she looked with a load of cum on her face. How it turned him on that he was the only one allowed to cum inside of her. 

She heard his voice getting deeper, his breathing getting more ragged. She heard the soft moans escaping from deep in his throat. She knew he was getting close. She pressed back against him and clenched him with her ass. He slapped her ass "You fucking tease," he murmured. He took that hand and put his thumb on her clit and eased two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out in sync with his cock going in and out of her ass. He added a third finger and she moaned loudly and begged him to cum in her ass. 

They came together there in the shower, just the two of them, with water beating down on them. She cried out with each thrust, just as the woman had done in the movie when they first walked into the theater. He filled her ass with his seed and her cum ran down his hand. They both shook at the intensity of the orgasm. He held on to her to keep her from falling and helped her stand up as his cock slowly slid from her ass. 

She turned and kissed him deeply. "Thanks for the fun afternoon," she said and then kissed him again. 



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Chapter 1: The Preparation

We talked many times over the past year about you coming to Minneapolis for a "sales call". At first, there was no business reason. Then there was no time. Now however, because of the recent exports that your company handled for me, we have both a business reason and the time. We also have a date: today. You will arrive on an early (but not too early) flight from Chicago and we will spend the entire day together. 

It is hard to believe it has been six years since we met over the telephone when your company handled the export of equipment that my company manufactured. We hit it off right away. We were well into our telephone relationship before we realized the difference in our ages (you were 22, single and fresh out of college; I was 48 and a confirmed bachelor), so the difference was not an impediment. 

Over the following months, our conversations started to get progressively more personal, and eventually turned to sex. You confided in me about your love life, and I made suggestions about how to spice it up, based on my own fantasies. I persuaded you to wear thong panties, and then no panties; to shave your pussy; and to expose yourself to your boyfriend in a crowded night club to let him see the "new you" (or maybe the "nude you"). It must have worked, because you ultimately married him three years ago.

We have seen each other several times over the years, mostly in professional settings, and we exchanged suggestive, but not too revealing photos. Our emails and online chats, however, have gotten to the point that they could only be termed pornographic.

Today we are finally going to get together in person, instead of online. We decided that you would come to Minneapolis on Thursday and we would play hooky together; on Friday you would take care of some other business and spend the weekend with your sister who lives in one of the Minneapolis Suburbs.

We spent the week leading up to this day discussing everything from what I wanted you to wear (nothing) to what you wanted to do. You agreed to wear a light colored sundress and I agreed to give you an afternoon of sunbathing and relaxation on my boat. 

All I want from today is to see you naked. At the very least, I figure I will catch a glimpse of you when you change into a bathing suit. If I am lucky, your exhibitionist side will come through and you will sunbath in the nude to avoid tan lines. Either way, today is the day I may finally see what I have only dreamed of for the past six years.

This morning dawned as a perfect day to play hooky on the lake. The forecast is calling for temperatures in the mid-80's, with very light winds, and only puffy clouds.

Chapter 2: The Arrival

Your flight from Chicago is due to arrive in Minneapolis at 8:30 AM, although I got to the airport at about 8:00. I am anxious to see for the first time in three years. The 30 minutes seem like 30 hours, but finally the monitors change your flight status from "on time" to "at the gate". You told me when we talked the yesterday that you would only have a carry-on bag, but airport security will not allow me to meet you at the gate, so we agreed to meet at the entrance to baggage claim. Another five or ten minutes and I will see you.

Time crawls by. Five minutes turned into ten; ten minutes into 15; and 15 into 20. I begin to panic. Had I missed you? Are you waiting at some other part of the airport? Or did you decide not to come? 

Just as I am about to call your cell phone, I see you come down the escalator. You are wearing a light colored sundress, just as you promised. The morning sun from the skylights shines behind you, perfectly silhouetting your body. I see the admiring stares you get from fellow passengers. I can not tell if you were naked underneath, but naked or not, it was an incredibly sexy sight.

You reach the bottom of the escalator before you see me. You run towards me and wrap your arms around my neck. We hold each other for a few moments and kiss each other on the lips. It is a short "it's good to see you again" peck, but the sweetness of your lips is electrifying.

Let me describe you as I see you. You are 28 years old and about 5'5" tall and weigh around 115 pounds. The color of your shoulder length hair is somewhere between blonde and brunet (maybe dishwater blonde). Your tits are small; I would say a B cup and they stand out from your body without the hint of sag. I can make out your silver-dollar sized, rose-colored areolas. Your nipples are small and compact, but they are still prominent through the material of the dress. 

You obviously work out, because your stomach is flat, and there are almost signs of what can best be described as six-pack abs. Your ass is firm and toned. Your legs, or at least what I can see of them, are muscular and the high-heeled sandals make your calves look sensational and give the appearance that despite your height, they go on forever.

But it is your eyes that attract me most. They are normally a brilliant blue, but can be anything from deep blue to almost grey depending on your mood and the light.

What I see, together with what I know about your sensuality and sexuality, sends shivers through me. 

We engage the normal small talk. "How was your flight?" (Crowded) "Did you have anything to eat?" (Hell no, not for the prices they charge for food in coach.) "Do you have any baggage?" (Just this) When I mention to you that I was beginning to get worried that you had a change of heart, you tell me you made a stop in the ladies room to change clothes. That is when I notice that the "sundress" was nothing more than a bathing suit cover-up with a hem just above your knees, slit up one side, nearly to the waist. Its gauze-like material would be nearly transparent in the right light. Even in artificial light of the baggage claim area, I can see the outline of each breast. The situation seems to excite you because your nipples begin to get hard and more prominent right before my eyes. 

We walk towards the exit and the parking garage. Every step opens the slit and shows your legs and a glimpse of your ass. I can't tell if you are wearing anything underneath. You may be wearing a thong, because I can see no sign of panties as you walk. I try to be nonchalant and touch your hip and waist to see if I can feel the telltale signs of elastic, but I cannot be sure.

You walk with your shoulders back, obviously proud of you body. Your nipples protrude through the thin material. I think you enjoy the effect you are having on me and the other men (and women) who we meet. I know they are turning to stare as we pass. 

As we enter the tunnel to the parking ramp, a burst of air raises the front panel of your dress to reveal your perfectly smooth pussy. I have never seen anything as stunningly beautiful, either in person or in pictures.

You show no embarrassment. You just turn to me with a sly grin. "That's why I had to change clothes. I'd really be in trouble if I wore this on the plane. I wanted to surprise you later, but...god, you should see the look on your face."

Even though I parked in the nearby short-term lot, it suddenly seems miles away. When we get to the car, I open the door for you and put your carry-on in the trunk. As I walk to the front of the car, a thousand thoughts race through my mind. This was going to be an interesting day.

We drive out the parking structure and onto the freeway. I reach over, put my hand on your knee, and say how good it is to see you again. I leave my hand there and squeeze just a little. You shift in your seat and turn to me slightly, tucking your left leg under your right. Your movement exposes yourself, and I marvel at what I see.

Your pussy is perfect. Your entire pubic area is smooth with no sign of stubble. Your outer lips are full and puffy. The way your legs are positioned, I can see the faintest hint of your inner lips and just the suggestion of the hood covering your clitoris. I have a very hard time focusing on the road ahead.

I don't know if you are teasing me or not, but I really don't care. 

As we talk, you put you hand on my leg, just below the cuff of my shorts. Your touch is magic and sends electric shocks up my leg.

"How long before we get to your boat?" you ask. 

"About 20 minutes," I reply.

"Please hurry...

Chapter 3: The Marina

...because I really need to pee."

My boat is nothing special. It is a 32 foot cruiser, and about average size for the lake on which I live. It has a master stateroom, a fully equipped galley, and, most importantly, a full head (bathroom) to take care of your immediate need. One very "cool" feature is that it is air conditioned, so sleeping even on the muggiest night is comfortable. 

It is advertised to sleep six, and although I've done a great deal of entertaining on board, I have never had anyone spend the night; I have always slept solo.

We arrive at the marina about 9:30 and I quickly unsnap the storage cover and hustle you below so you can use the facilities. It is already 75 degrees and it will certainly surpass the predicted 85 degrees. There are only a few high clouds but not a puff of breeze. Fortunately, I turned on the air conditioner last night when I stocked the galley, so the cabin is cool and comfortable.

I finish getting the boat ready to get underway. We have everything we will need for the day: beer and soft drinks in the fridge, snacks in the cupboards and gallons of water in the tanks. To celebrate this special day, I put a couple bottles of champagne on ice. We'll mix it with some orange juice for mimosas.

When you come out of the head, I show you around the cabin of the boat, and make the drinks.

As we sip our drinks, you stand in front of the divan. The sun through the portholes silhouettes your body as it did at the airport, and I realize again that, except for the soft material of the cover-up, you are nude. I have been in a constant state of excitement since I first saw you this morning; but now, alone with you on the boat, I feel my heart pounding, and the embarrassing bulge is now an uncomfortable erection. We click our glasses and toast the coming adventure.

I bring you above deck and show you where the life jackets and fire extinguishers are stored (sort of an airline safety demonstration on the water). Then I show you the padded sunning area on the foredeck. Since I bought the boat two years ago, it has only been used a couple of times, but I'm sure you will make good use of it today.

"Well", I say, "Let's get going. I've got a secluded spot picked out where we can put out an anchor and lounge the day away. Did you bring a suit?"

"Yeh, but I didn't think I'd need one."

"Well, you won't once we get there," I reply, "but I thought you might want to get some sun one the way out, and people on this lake can be prudish about nudity."

You go below deck and with your back to me, and in a single motion, pull the cover-up over your head. For the first time, I see you completely naked. Your ass is smooth and juts out just right. You are classically feminine in every way. Your hips are full, and your ass is firm.

You have been out of your panties and bra long enough that there are no telltale impressions from the elastic. From the nape of your neck to the calves of your legs, your skin is flawless. There are virtually no tan-lines, so I think that you will be tanning nude.

You turn slightly to your right and I can see that the cool air of the air conditioner is making your nipples hard. They protrude less than half an inch, but seem to be rock hard. You stomach is flat and it is obvious to me that when you told me in you were going to the gym, you were not lying. 

Either you don't know that I am watching, or you are teasing me as you pinch your left nipple with your right thumb and forefinger. You twist and pull on it in a way that should be painful, but, from the look on your face, is very enjoyable. (I make a mental note of this fact.)

You turn back to the left, with your back to me, and let the blast from the air conditioner blow on your face and body. You tilt your head back slightly and slide your left hand down, first across your right breast and then moving down your tummy and ultimately between your legs. I cannot see your hand, but from your movements, I think I know what you are doing. Your body alternately tenses and relaxes, and the movement of your hands on your breast and between your legs seems more aggressive, and more rapid. 

You part your legs slightly. From behind, I can occasionally see your fingers urgently moving around the folds of your pussy; pulling and caressing your flesh until, after a couple of minutes, you let out a little "Oh!" and then stand still for a moment with your back arched. Even though the air conditioner has cooled the cabin, perspiration appears in the arch of your back, just above the crack of your ass.

You bend over to pick the bottoms of your thong bikini. What a glorious sight. I see just a slight hint of the smooth pussy lips, which, just seconds ago, were the center of your attention. They still glisten with the moisture that resulted from your activity. You slip into the thong and turn towards the cabin door. You look up, see me watching and smile shyly. You put your arms out to the side as if to say, "What do you think?" The bottom of your suit is made of a thin, yellow fabric. It is so thin that your pussy lips form a perfect camel toe.

Your tits are small and sit high on your chest. Since they are small (a B cup?), there is no sag. The areolas are only slightly darker than the rest of the skin and your nipples are still erect either from the cold air of the air conditioner or the aftermath of your self-enjoyment.

You put on the matching top. It is made of the same material and hides just about as much. You adjust the small triangles of nearly translucent material. Although everything is covered, the fabric is transparent enough that your nipples are plainly visible. When wet, the swimming suit will be nearly transparent.

You come above deck and sit beside me on the large captain's chair at the helm. As we pull out of the marina, all eyes turn to you as you sit beside me. You watch the rows of large and small boats, and then turn to me and smile. You do not say too much and, although it looks like you are having fun, you seem to be nervous (or excited) about the coming day.

Chapter 4: The Cruise to Our Sport

Once we clear the marina, boat traffic is light. It is just past 10:00 on a Thursday morning. The weekend boaters are not out yet, and the fishermen have all come in. The temperature has already hit the predicted high of 85, and it will get hotter. We glide around the shoreline at a slow and leisurely pace. I show you the houses and the lake homes of several athletes and celebrities. 

You have been quiet since I saw you bring yourself to an orgasm. Now, you seem uneasy as you sit looking out over the water. Of course, the way I am leering at you would make anyone nervous. I finally ask you open up and tell me what is bothering you.

"There's nothing wrong. In fact, its...everything is perfect. It is just that...well...no, everything is fine." You watch the shoreline for a few moments. "No, everything isn't fine. You may...I may be giving you the wrong idea of why I'm here. When I was getting ready last night, I was thinking of what a great time I'd have; I thought of it as a new adventure because my life is blah and routine." 

You stare at nothing for a while and then turn to me and say, "When I was single, things were exciting. Depending one who I was with, I'd get fucked in cars, in hotel windows and once I even gave a guy a hand job on the el train. Before we were married, Matt (your husband) and I would go out on sexual adventures. Once I gave him a blow job in Grant Park on a Sunday afternoon. We would spend the weekends naked and make love anywhere in the house. Then we got married and all that excitement came to an end."

After a couple more moments of contemplation, you go on. "I'm here for selfish reasons. I just want to have some fun again. I wanted to come here and spice things up, but I didn't come here with the intention of having sex with anyone. Its not that you are not an attractive man...it's just that...well...I am still married. I realized in the car that you and I may have different ideas about today, and the bulge in you pants sort of confirms it."

"Karen", I say, "This day is yours. If you want to soak up the sun, you can. If you want to swim, you can do that, too. When you get hungry, we have food; when you get thirsty, we have both hard and soft drinks stocked the fridge; when you get tired, you can lie down in the cabin. If you get horny, feel free to pleasure yourself like you did in the cabin when you were changing. That was, but the way, the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

You get a little red and say, "Oh, you saw everything?"

"I did. I thought for sure that you knew I was watching. Karen, just being with you, alone, today is extremely satisfying for me, and I would never do anything to violate your trust, so let me make some promises to you about my expectations. 

"I expect nothing from you. I do not expect to have sex with you and I do not expect a blowjob, hand job, foot job or any other kind of job. If you feel more comfortable wearing that bikini, wear it. If you want to be naked the rest of the day, then don't wear it. If you want me to stay away, I will, at least within the constraints of the boat, and if you want me to put suntan lotion on you, I will. It is enough for me to be in the company of a beautiful and sexy woman, and I promise I will not embarrass you or make you feel uncomfortable. As for the bulge, well, there's not much I can do about that. So I also promise, or maybe warn you, that I will probably have to jack-off at least once today."

You nudge me playfully and give me a peck on the cheek. You seem satisfied with my assurances and finally relax and start enjoying the scenery. You are incredibly sexy, and biology is taking over as a wet spot forms on the front of my shorts. I know that you see it, but I figure there is no point in hiding it. 

We finally arrive at the entrance to my "secret" spot; a small privately owned Island. I navigate the boat through a narrow channel that is hidden by willow trees with branches that dip down to the water. The channel is so narrow that branches rub the sides of the boat and the canopy of trees makes it look almost like dusk. In the shade, it is noticeably cooler. After the heat of the open water, you shiver slightly and I notice that your nipples are again hard and poking through the thin material of your bikini top.

Then, as if a curtain is raised, we enter the small, lagoon in the center of the island. The lagoon is only about three times larger than the length of the boat. It is spring-fed, so the water here is much cooler and cleaner than the rest of the lake. 

The owner's house (the only house on the island) is on the west side, far away from where we will anchor. I checked with the owner (who is a friend of mine), and he told me he would be gone for the week, so there will be no interruptions. Just 15 miles from Minneapolis, we have total privacy.

I set the anchors in the middle of the lagoon. The water is about 12 feet deep, so if you get too hot you can safely dive in off the bow to cool off. If you prefer, you can step off the stern of the boat and go wading. The setting is perfect for a relaxing afternoon. 

I get out some snacks and beer. We talk about the things that have been happening in our lives. 

I tell you that my life is largely sexless. I split my time between Africa and the States, and it is impossible to maintain a meaningful relationship in either place. In fact, a relationship is distracting because any woman who is putting her life on hold until I return to the country has the right to expect certain things that I just cannot provide. With AIDS and other STDs, the days of anonymous one night stands are over so I have been forced to be satisfied with "taking matters into my own hands." 




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I am not looking for a relationship at this point in my life. "What I need," I tell you, "are some new mental images for when I masturbate."

You tell me that you think you love your husband, and while there is still sex in your marriage, it has become routine and passionless.

"I tried everything I could think of to keep things interesting. I only wear thong panties, when I wear any panties at all. As you plainly saw, I keep my pussy waxed. It's just that our sex life is so predictable. We go to bed on Saturday night, and he rolls on top of me, sucks on my tits for a few seconds and then sticks his cock in me. A couple of minutes later, it's over. I really don't even need to be in the room: a piece of liver at body temperature would serve the same purpose. Do you realize that I have not come during sex in nearly two years? After we got married, he lost all interest in me except as a receptacle for his spunk. Did I tell you that I make him wear a condom? It is not to prevent pregnancy, because I want to have a baby. It is so I don't have to clean up the mess afterward. That's what I think of sex with my husband: a mess to clean up afterward."

You continue, "I am 28 years old. I still want to be touched and caressed. I want to feel like I am the most important and sexy person in the world. I don't want him just to suck my tits; I want him to make love to them. I don't want him just to stick his dick in me; I want him to savor my pussy and kiss it and find my clit and flick it with his tongue. In short, I want him to make love to me and not my individual parts."

You contemplate your beer and then murmur, more to yourself than me, "I don't even know why I am still with him." 

"Well, I am the last person to give relationship advice, but I can tell you that being alone is not all that great: no one to talk to at the end of the day, no one to just be with."

"But that's my point. I am alone, emotionally at least. You are my best friend, and up until now, I have not been able to even tell you these things."

"You told me that you still love your husband."

No, I said I think I still love him. I just don't know. Hey look, can we talk about something else? This is getting to be a bummer."

"Deal! Why don't you get comfortable, and catch some sun. I have grilled shrimp for lunch, and that always makes me feel better."

I can see the tension drain out of you. It seems that there were some emotions you needed to express, and every time you express them, you relax even more. I think you feel safe with me and confident that nothing will happen today that you will regret. You spread a towel on the cushions of the foredeck and lie on your stomach to work on your tan. You loosen the ties around your neck and back and let your top lay on the deck.

Chapter 5: The Late Morning

I clean up a little and then go to the sun deck and lean against the starboard rail and look at you. You are still on your stomach. The thing yellow strings that go around your back and neck are lying on either side of you. There is only a thin string around your waist, with another that disappears in the crack of your ass. You appear to be dozing, but I cannot be sure because the huge sunglasses you are wearing obscure your blue eyes. I study you for a while and try to come to grips with how it is I am with this gorgeous, young woman at this point in my life.

My thoughts return to the present when you roll over, sit up and say, "Hey, what are you staring at?" I have been caught gawking at you. You sit up, and the top of your ridiculously small bikini top falls to your lap exposing your magnificent breasts once more to my hungry eyes.

My mouth turns to cotton and I stammer something about checking on you. You laugh. "Were you checking on me, or checking me out?" 

I reply that I would be a fool not to look whenever I get the chance.

I change the subject and point out that the sun is pretty intense, so you should probably put some lotion or sunscreen on. You tell me the lotion is in a bag in the cabin and ask if I will get it and put it on your back. (I think to myself that this is just getting better and better.) 

I go below deck, while adjusting an uncomfortable erection. I see your bag and open it to find the coconut scented oil. I know it is wrong, but I look to see what else you brought in that bag. In addition to normal "girl stuff" there is an "appliance" that must have caused comment at the airport security checkpoint.

"Did you find it?" you call out.

I grab the oil and another beer and head to the sun deck. You are leaning against the rail, facing me. Your tanned body is perfectly set off by the yellow thong. Your tits are certainly natural, although I knew that before. You told me when you were thinking of having breast augmentation last year. I advised against it, and told you that I like smaller tits. I am glad you decided to leave them alone. (Maybe I am the reason?)

I started the day thinking that just seeing you naked would make my day. Now, I want to touch and caress your breasts and suck on the luscious nipples.

Without any sense of embarrassment or self-consciousness, you stand before me, nearly naked in the afternoon sun. Your skin glistens with perspiration. I hand you the beer and you use the cold can to cool the back of your neck before opening it. "I am getting hot", you say. 

I do not rise to the double entendre. "Well, you do look a little flushed. Are you ready for lunch, or do you do you want to lie in the sun for awhile?"

"If there is no rush, can we wait on lunch? Can you put some of that lotion on my back?"

"Of course," I reply. "Your wish is my command."

You lay out one the deck, and I straddle your legs to work the oil into your skin. I spread my hands as I move my thumbs up and down your spine. My hands are big enough that I can "innocently" touch the sides of your breasts. I work down to the small of your back and stop at tiny yellow string of your thong. 

My erection is beginning to be painful. It has been a long, long time since I have been this hard. I do not want to risk violating your trust so I make it a point to keep you from feeling my hardness. I move down to your ankles and rub the oil into your legs. As I move up your to your thighs, you spread your legs. The yellow fabric disappears into the outer lips of your pussy. 

As I work the oil into your ass and upper thighs, I allow my fingers to lightly (and innocently) brush your pussy. It has an affect because you begin to grind your hips into the deck. "Is there something wrong?" 

"No, I'm fine", you say, but your movements increase in intensity. As I again bring my hands down your back, you raise your hips, which I take as an invitation to remove the bottoms of your bikini. I gently tug at the string around your waste and you rise up even more. I pull the fabric off and discover that it is damp; I don't know whether it is perspiration or passion. I bring it to my face and smell your musky scent combined with the aroma of the coconut oil.

Too quickly, I finish applying the oil and ask if you want me to do your front. You lift up on your elbows, raise your sunglasses and say, "I due time...In due time." You roll back on your front and give a little sigh.

Reluctantly get up to see about lunch. It is simple fare; skewered shrimp marinated in Tequila and lemon, with my own special Cole Slaw and some fruit. 

As I am about to put the shrimp on the grill, you come around to the aft deck. I expected that you would be wearing a cover-up, but am surprised that you are completely naked. This is absolutely too much for me to stand. My erection is as hard as any I have had for years. There is no point in trying, because no amount of adjustment will hide the tent in my shorts.

You notice my predicament, and are obviously amused at my distress. You walk by me and your hand brushes across my crotch. I can feel that pre-cum is flowing and that I must attend to this problem. I tell you to help yourself to something cool and then excuse myself to use the head. 

"Why are you going to use the toilet?" you ask. "I thought men in boats always peed over the side."

"Well, I said I was going to the head. I didn't say I had to pee."

"You are going to jack-off, aren't you?" 

I am busted again and decide to be honest. "Yes, I need some relief. The visual stimulation is just too much, and I do not want you to get any ideas I am going back on my promise."

"That's just not fair," you reply. "You got to watch me, now I get to watch you."

"Well, that's fine, but I don't know if I can do it with an audience." 

"Don't worry about that. Take off your shirt and shorts and we'll do it together."

This takes me by surprise. An hour ago, you were concerned that I may get the wrong idea about your visit, and now you want to masturbate with me. "Are you sure?" I ask. "That is a departure from what you said earlier." 

"Don't worry about that, either. I decided that this is a day to have fun, and I think it would be fun for us to cum together, so, get those shorts and that shirt off. I don't want to be the only one without any clothes."

This is sort of brings up another problem. While I work out regularly (well, I work out once in a while), I am a little self conscious. Over the years, you told me of your sexual exploits, including the size of the cocks on some of your conquests. I also know that you have a thing for washboard abs. I am neither large, nor do I have washboard abs. 

I am 54 years old, and people tell me I am in good shape, but always qualify it with "for my age". In a properly sized shirt and pants, I can look pretty fit, but naked? There is just no place to hide the extra pounds I carry.

In all the fantasies I had of this day, and the hope of seeing you without any clothes, I never considered this possibility.

I take off my shirt and unfasten my shorts. Since I am wearing boating shorts (they look like shorts but have a lining like swimming trunks), I am going commando. My thoughts are turned inward to the fact that I am about to be naked in front of a flawless female form. You, however, bring me back to the here and now as you pulled my shorts around my ankles with one swift move. You reach around and wrap your right hand around my rock hard cock and gave it a little flick.

"There, now that we are past that, let's see we can do about that hard-on."

I throw the shrimp back in the cooler and we return to the sundeck. We sit facing each other with my legs out at an angle and your legs over mine. My cock is just inches away from your pussy. The way you are sitting opens your pussy slightly and I catch a glimpse of your clitoris. It protrudes from under its hood and is noticeably erect. I can tell that you are as stimulated as me.

I am no longer stealing glances at your body. I am studying each curve. I watch as you stroke your pussy with your right hand, and with your left you pull and twist on each nipple. You plunge one, then two fingers into your pussy, which now glistens in the speckled sunlight. The scent of your arousal reaches my nostrils, despite being outdoors. It is the same scent I smelled on your thong a few minutes ago.

Your eyes close for a while and they open. You look me straight in the eyes as you bring yourself closer to orgasm. I look down and see that my pre-cum is creating a small puddle on the cushions. I reach down and use my thumb to spread it around my cock, using it as a natural lubricant and begin to stroke myself, slowly at first, and then with increasing intensity that matches your actions. You remove your right hand from your pussy and bring it to your lips and suck your fingers. You obviously see what it is doing to me, because you put your hand down and dip more of the seductive elixir from between your legs, bend forward and put your fingers to my mouth.

That does it for me. The years of work tension and pressure, the months of solo pleasure, the total lack of intimacy in my life, the near-pornographic emails and text messages, the visual stimulation of today, and now the total eroticism of licking your juices off your fingers, triggers the start of an intensive eruption. 

I try to hold back to extend the pleasure, but it is no use. Guttural sounds emanate from deep inside me. My balls seem to contract and the jets of white semen are ejected with intensity that I have not seen (or felt) since I was a teenager. The first lands on your right breast and seems to hang off your erect nipple. The second lands just above your navel. The third lands on the back of your left hand, which is now working your pussy as you reach your own climax. You reach down and hold my pulsing cock as the fourth shoots into your hand. 

You smile and take the handful of semen to your mouth. "Now I get to taste you." Then you rub my cum on your tits and around your pussy, as if it was a luxurious skin cream.

We both come down from our post-climax high without further physical contact. I tell you that I cannot remember coming with that much power. You tell me that your climaxes so far are a prelude to what you expect will be the "big one" later on. 

After a couple of minutes you ask if there is time to take a swim before lunch. We get up and dive off the bow of the boat into the cool water.

We swim for a while, occasionally splashing one another like children. We float on our backs, our bodies react to the cool water in different ways: you with your nipples hard and me with my cock shriveled. We tread water, face to face and talk about things. Surprisingly, the sexual tension is gone, replaced by more sensual sensations. 

You swim towards me and our naked bodies touch for the first time. I feel your hard nipples against my chest. You wrap your legs around my waist and I feel the warmth of your pussy, despite the water temperature. My cock comes to life again. You bring your lips to mine, open, with your eyes closed. I receive them and our tongues meet, not with lust, but with sensual gentleness. 

Too quickly the moment passes and you break the kiss and splash water on both of us. "I'm starved. What's a girl got to do to get something to eat around here?"

Chapter 6: The lunch

We swim around to the stern of the boat and I lower the boarding ladder. As you climb up, I get an "up-skirt" view (without the skirt, of course) of your satiny smooth pussy. Your outer lips are tight, but a hint of your inner lips shows through. 

I climb aboard, and after toweling off, grab my shorts to pull them on. You stop me and ask me not dress.

"Let's stay naked the rest of the day. I will if you will."

I take a quick assessment of myself. My 54 year old gut is beyond the point that I can "suck it in" for any length of time. My cock, which has always been on the small side of average, is practically nonexistent after our swim. "Are you sure you want to spend your day looking at this?"

"Doug, how can you ask that? You are kind, attentive and you make me feel attractive. Anything else is just packaging." You step towards me, drop your towel and pull me close. You lay your head on my shoulder and whisper in my ear, "Let's stay naked until it is time to go back." We kiss tenderly once more. 

"Why don't you grab some sun and we will eat in a few minutes?"

I am torn about this unexpected turn of events, and I need time to think. You are a beautiful 28 year old woman who has been open about everything since we met over six years ago, but now I don't know if you are being coy or just open about nudity and about expressing your feelings. Maybe your actions are, in your mind, and in your generation, not sexual, just flirtatious. 

Hell, from what I hear, a blow job is the new "first base". 

In a few minutes, I have gone from having one of the most intense orgasms of my life to feeling like a dinosaur. Yes, I want to make love to you. But, am I reading your signals incorrectly? If I approach you, will you be repulsed? You are, after all, married and are 26 years younger than me. If I do approach you and you acquiesce, will it be because you want to, or will it be a mercy fuck?

The one thing, of which I am certain, is that I do not want to ruin the relationship we have had these past six years. Our open friendship is much more important to me than a one-time fuck session. Pushing things could hurt that friendship, especially if I am misreading the signals.

On the other hand, if I ignore your clues, you might think I am not interested in you (which I am).

I decide that I will remain open to anything you want to do, but you must take the lead. You have the most to lose. You are married and have a life in Chicago. I am single and have nothing to lose by moving forward. No one will pass judgment on me for anything that might come out of this day. In fact, I could be regarded as a real stud if I bed a young, beautiful woman, so it has to be up to you.

What will be, will be, I decide as I flip the skewers one last time.

"Okay, lunch is ready." The shrimp are done to perfection, the Cole slaw is creamy, the fruit salad is fresh and the wine (Pinot Grigio) is chilled. We sit in the shade of the canvas top. I think about the internal conversation I had with myself and decide to open up with you.

"Karen, we have been friends for a long time, and there is nothing I would do to damage that. I want to say that what I said earlier today still applies. I do not expect anything from of you but your continued friendship. Do you believe that?"

"Of course I do. And there is nothing you could do to change that. What's this all about?"

"Well, you're confusing this old man. I just want you to know that anything you want today I will give you...anything. But it will be up to you to take the lead. I am not going to make any assumptions. It seems you have changed your mind about what you said earlier. I don't want you to feel pressured into doing something that you might regret later."

"I wouldn't say I changed my mind. I guess you could say I am rethinking things. Was I happy yesterday? Am I happy today? What has changed? Are the changes permanent? What happens if I do one thing and what happens if I do another?"

"What have you decided?"

"Let's just say it is still a work in progress. I know I am sending you mixed signals, and I appreciate that you are not pressing the issue. When I felt your body against mine after we got out of the water, one part of me wanted you to fuck me then and there, while another part was afraid you might."

"We do think alike. Those were my thoughts."

"Maybe I shouldn't say this, but I think I may have found the man of my dreams about four years too late."

"What makes you think things would have been different? You had an exciting time with Matt before you were married."

"The difference is that our relationship involved sex after our second or third date. You and I have been friends for six years. We got to know each other without sex getting in the way."

You look up from your food and smile. "Don't worry; I am not going to leave my husband and ask you to run away with me, at least not today. I am just saying that what a 28 year old woman really wants is different than what a 22 year old thinks she wants, and I am just realizing it today."

We finish eating and I tend to the dishes, which means, I dump everything into a garbage bag and join you on the sun deck. The sun is starting its descent, putting part of the deck in shade, but you are lying on your back with your legs spread slightly. 

"So, what do you want to do now? Your wish is my command," I ask.

"Can you rub some more oil on me?"

"Of course, but we are in the shade. Do you want me to move the boat so you get more sun?"

"No, I just want you to rub lotion on me. Can you give me a massage?"

Chapter 7: The Afternoon and the Massage




Fantasies Fulfilled



"I think I have something better than suntan oil," and I go below and get some lotion that someone left earlier this summer. It has a fancy French name, so I figure it must be good.

After I find it, I ask, "Front or back? Which do you want first?"

"Do my back, first, please. It feels a little warm. I think I might have burned a little."

I put a large dollop of the vanilla scented lotion on your back, between your shoulders. I touch you with more confidence now, knowing that my erection and my intimate touch will not embarrass you (or me). I straddle you with my cock straight out and my balls resting comfortably in on the small of your back. Your skin is damp from perspiration.

I lean forward to spread the lotion across your back and gently rub your neck and shoulders. My cock is comes to rest on your spine and my back and forth movements make it as hard as it was a couple of hours ago. 

You seem more at ease, however. Where I felt tension this morning, you are now relaxed and the tightness is gone. I work my way done your back and massage the muscles around your vertebrae. I fan my hands out as I did before, so I can touch the sides of each of your breasts. This time, however, I do not "accidently" touch them. I caress them.

I listen and watch closely for your reaction, remembering what you said this morning: "I don't want him just to suck my tits; I want him to make love to them. I want him to savor my pussy and kiss it and find my clit and flick his tongue over it. In short, I want him to make love to me and not my individual parts."

I bend over and whisper, "If you feel I am getting too intimate or you feel uncomfortable, just tell me and I will stop."

"Don't you dare stop. I don't know the last time anyone pampered me like this."

I focus on other areas of your body; those areas that have probably been ignored in your love making over the past few years: the back of your neck, your jaw, your ears. "...don't...just suck my tits...make love to them...savor my pussy and kiss it...find my clit and flick it. In short...make love to me and not my individual parts."

I move my hands to your hips and caress up your sides to your breasts, touching them, but not exciting them.

I move down and kneel between your legs. You need to spread them slightly and I can see that you are excited. Your pussy is glistening, and I suspect it is not perspiration.

I start with your feet. I take the left one on my hands and, after applying a portion of lotion, I press the bottoms with my fingers and your instep with my thumbs. I notice for the first time that your toenails are polished with a cream colored polish and the ends in much lighter color. 

I gently rub between your toes and pull on each one. "You have very sexy feet. I love the color of your toenails."

"Thank you for noticing. That is another first for me. Matt would never notice something like that, and if he did, would never mention it."

I continue up your calves, careful not to put too much pressure on the backs of your legs. That can cause cramping, and I certainly don't want anything like that to spoil the mood.

I stop after caressing the back of your knee and move to the other leg. I think you are a little disappointed that I did not continue up, but that is for later.

Right now, looking at that pussy with your tight outer lips hiding, but just barely, your inner lips and just the hint of your clit as you more slightly against the cushions. I am so hard that it is again uncomfortable. I hope that later our "play" will evolve into something more adult. If it does, I will probably shoot my load quicker than a teenager with his first fuck.

I bring my hands down the cheeks of your ass, with my thumbs in the crack of your ass. I feel you shutter slightly as I apply gentle pressure on your rosebud. I rotate my hands inward, so that my thumbs brush your pussy and bring my hands down your thighs down to the back of your knees. I continue this for several minutes. Each time I brush my thumbs past your pussy, you thrust into them, encouraging me to touch you. I resist the temptation to give into your desires. I do not want to ruin things by making assumptions about your wishes, and I do not want to destroy the moment by asking. Besides, your words ring in my ears, "I want to be touched and caressed. I want to feel like I am the most important and sexy person in the world".

"Okay," I say, "Time to roll over."

As you roll over, your elbow hits my erect cock.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry!! Did I hurt you?" You sit up and take my erection in your hands and cup my balls with your other hand. "I am so sorry."

I do not hear this. I am consumed by the sensation of the pressure of your warm hands. I sigh and tilt my head back slightly. Oh, just your touch feels so good!

You lean forward and kiss the end and then lick the pre-cum that is flowing like water from the end of my cock and jack me a couple times. Then just as quickly you lie back and tell me that you are ready for me to massage your tits and belly. (I guess teasing goes both ways.)

I take a deep breath, straddle your waist and work the lotion into your shoulders and arms. As I come down your arms I take your hands and gently clasp them and massage them. I return to your shoulders and bring my hands down the middle of your chest, between your tits, (careful not to touch then) and down to your navel. I move my hands up to the point where your breasts meet your chest and move outward to your side. Finally, I bring my hands across your tits and pinch your nipples slightly. I repeat the path: down your chest to your tummy, up to your tits, but this time, I pinch harder. 

So far, your sexual verbalizations have been limited to sighs and shudders. As I pinch your nipples, you let out a loud groan. I pull your nipples harder, taking my cues from what I saw this morning and the way you "abused" them.

I slide down your legs, my cock leaving a trail of liquid, and bend over to take a nipple in my mouth. I bite lightly. You passion is boiling over.

"Eat me! Eat me! Please, please eat me."

I lay between your legs and despite your pleadings (and despite my urges) I kiss your inner thighs and up to your mons. You bring your legs up over my shoulders, thrusting your crotch to my mouth. You spread your knees opening your pussy, which is flowing. Your clit is swollen, begging to be kissed. I avoid the temptation and work my tongue around it, paying attention to the intricate marvel of nature that is the female vagina.

Finally, I plant a light kiss on your clit. You gasp and then moan. Your hands come down to my head you pull me into yourself. Your legs wrap around my neck. I lick and nibble on your clit, alternately rough and gentle. 

"I want to be touched and caressed. I want to feel like I am the most important and sexy person in the world."

I reach up and caress your nipples and then pull them hard, as you did to yourself. You scream, making me think at first that I hurt you, but through your moans, you plead, "Please, more...harder...please, harder."

Your hands leave the back of my head and pull on your pussy lips, opening yourself even more. I try to tongue fuck you but your movements make this impossible. I put my hands under your ass and insert one thumb into your cunt and the other into your asshole. 

This takes you over the top and you come violently. You literally squirt more female come than I can take in. I am surprised at the volume. It covers my face and dribbles down my chin. I continue to lick and caress your pussy, until it is too sensitive for me to continue. 

I slide up and kiss your tits, your neck and finally your lips. Our tongues meet and we share the taste of your nectar. You wrap your arms and legs around me as you come down from your orgasmic high. 

"You never told me you were a squirter," I say after a few moments.

"I am sorry, but I never expected it, I have never done that before. At least not while having my pussy eaten. I have done it a couple of times when I masturbated, but....wow...that was a first. I haven't come like that in years."

I roll off you, lie on my back and close my eyes. Then I feel you take my cock in your hand and gently jack it. 

"It occurs to me that you have not come yet."

"Well, not for a couple of hours, anyway."

"I hope I can do as well for you as you did for me."

With that you lick from the base to the tip of my cock. You lick the tip and use your tongue underneath. My foreskin is pulled all the way back and you take me full into your mouth. With one hand, you gently squeeze my balls and with the other scrape your nails at the base of my scrotum. I am truly in another world. 

I have had other blow jobs, but they all seemed to be mechanical and focused only on the end result. This one is different. You focus on making me feel good, not just making me shoot my load. The slow and deliberate pace is at once relaxing and stimulating. 

The warmth and tightness of your mouth feels as good as any pussy.

I am not able to last very long, however. Soon, I feel pressure deep in my body. "I am going to cum." 

You take your mouth off my cock just long enough to say, "Don't worry about me. Give it to me."

I look down to see my cock moving in and out of your mouth. Your beautiful face is flushed with combination of the heat, exertion and your own sexual satisfaction. I can hold back no longer. I shoot a massive load into your mouth: one, two, three powerful streams of semen. You take it all, and as my body goes limp, you look up at me and smile. You bring your lips to mine and I open my mouth to receive your tongue and instead get a load of my own cum. We kiss passionately and then lie together for a couple of minutes.

"Doug, I need to cool off."

"Another swim?"

"Sounds good."

We dive off the bow of the boat once more. The water feels very cool after the workout we just had. Our playfulness is a little more intimate. You grab my cock from behind and I tweak your nipples, which get really hard, given the cool water and the stimulation.

After a few minutes, we swim back to the stern where we can stand waist deep. We take each other in our arms and enjoy one of the most passionate kisses I have every experienced. My cock, despite the "shrinkage" of the cold water, is wedged between our bodies as I reach down and grab your ass with both hands. I lift you slightly, which allows your pussy to come in contact with the base of my cock. 

After a few minutes, we climb on board and towel each other off. 

"Can I go in the cabin and lie down for awhile? This heat is getting to me." 

"Sure, you can either use my cabin or one of the berths."

"Will you come and lay down with me?"

We go below and lie on the wide forward birth. It is not as confining as the stateroom. I lie on my back and you cuddle in with your head on my shoulder.

"Oh, Doug, this has been a wonderful day. Thank you so much for this."

"Well, I thought it was something pretty special, too. It is too bad it is nearly over."

"What do you mean it's nearly over....oh right. I'm staying at my sister's tonight. What time do we need to leave?"

Well, for my part, never, but if you insist, it will take an hour to get back to the marina and button up, then another hour to Savage (where your sister lives). What time do you want to be there?"

I don't know...7:00, 7:30.

"Well, it's just after three now, so we still have a couple of hours."

Nothing more is said. Your hand goes down to my cock and rests there. Soon your breathing is slow and even. You are asleep. I softly move my fingers across your back and across your ass. You turn slightly, and your right leg swings up over my legs.

I am perfectly content, and I, too, fall asleep.

Chapter 8: The Change in Plans

We both wake up at the same time. You lift your face and I kiss you lightly on the lips. 

"Karen, it is almost 5:00. If we are going to get you to your sister's by 7:00 we better start thinking about heading in."

"Do we have to? I don't want this day to end." You pull at my cock as if emphasizing the point.

"I don't want this to end either. We can stay as long as you want. We can even camp out here tonight. "

"Really, we can sleep on the boat?"

"Of course. We could sleep here, shower and dress in the morning and I can take you to your appointments. The only thing is we have to go ashore for dinner. I do not have a decent evening meal on board." 

"Well, what if I say that all my appointments were suddenly cancelled?"

"I would say that in addition to going ashore for dinner, we would have to stop and lay in more provisions."

You roll up on top of me and kiss me deeply. Your tits brush against the hair on my chest. How can I ever get used to not being with you?

You jump off me and rummage through your bag for your cell phone. You turn it on and wait for a signal. 

"I have to call my husband."

For no reason, I am suddenly jealous, although I have no right to be.

"Hi, Matt? It's me. Hey, there has been a change in plan. My client in Sioux Falls is pissed off. It's only about fours from here, and as long as I have a rental car, I will just drive over. Yes, tonight. I want to be there first thing in the morning. I don't know, it all depends. I suppose I'll be home Saturday or Sunday at the latest. I have a staff meeting on Monday... Well you can try to call, but phone service is pretty lousy in Southwest Minnesota. Yeh, well if I don't answer, you will now the reason. How was my day? Pretty good. I think I will be coming here a lot more often."

With that you turn towards me with a wink and run your fingers over my chest.

"Okay, sounds good...Yeh, me too...Bye."

You dial again: "Hi, Jean. It's Karen. Hey, something has come up. As soon as I am done here, I have to drive to Sioux Falls. I got a client with his dick hanging out. Nothing I can't handle, but I don't want anyone else screwing around with him." 

A grin comes over your face and your fingers trace down my abdomen and you gently cup my balls in your hand. "I know...I know. I wanted to see you guys, too. No, I had two very good meetings here today. I think things will be expanding up here very soon."

You give me a wink. "Okay, I will talk to you soon...Bye."

With that, our evening was set. We passed the time up on deck: two people comfortable with each other. I no longer had a hard-on, and you nipples were relaxed.

"Doug, I need to ask you something."

"Anything"

"What you just heard on the phone...I mean, do you think...This is very new to me. I have never done this before. I just don't want you to think I am being...I am taking over."

"Karen, what do you want to ask me?"

"Is it alright when I said I would be coming here more often? I assumed it would be okay with you, but...I don't know."

"It is better than alright. It is perfect."

I pause before going on. What I am about to say could ease you mind or put an end to things. "Karen, I need to tell you something. I know you are married, and I know I will probably go to hell, but as good as today was, I want more. I want to really make love to you. I want to experience all that you have to give. If I thought that I could never caress your body or feel you ass or eat your pussy, I don't know what I would do. But to me, our friendship is much more important and I will not do anything to damage it. "

"Wow...Okay, let's just let things play out and see where we are. I don't have a clue about anything anymore. I know that I want you, too. I don't know about my relationship with Matt...I don't want to hurt him, but it seems we are growing apart. I want to buy a house; he is contented because we live in an apartment building with a party room and pool. I want children; he doesn't."

A pause, tears from in your eyes. "I just don't know what I want..." You look into my eyes, "or who I want. God, this day was supposed to be fun. Now I am sitting here, naked, with a naked man, blubbering like a school girl."

Suddenly it hits me. I am the cause for your distress. I had no right to take advantage of you. Even though you led the way, I am supposed to be older and wiser. I started out with good intentions but once you were here, I acted like a hormone-induced teenager, willing to take advantage of you, without regard to the consequences.

"God, Karen. I am so sorry."

Through the tears: "Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for taking advantage of your vulnerability; sorry for making you doubt your life choices; sorry if I messed up our relationship."

You get up and sit on my lap, facing me, my cock just inches from your pussy. I curse myself and my hard on for thinking of sex when you are facing a crisis. You kiss me on my lips, then my nose, cheeks, forehead, ears and then back to my neck. Your kisses are rapid-fire, hot and desperate. You stop. You smile. "Only you would try to ease my self doubt by taking the blame." 

We sit for a while, quietly. 

Finally, I break the silence. "Okay, let's get out of the dumps, and do something!! I have a plan, and I will tell you all about it after I take a leak. So if you will excuse me while I go up on deck and pee like a man...over the side of the boat."

"Wait, wait. Can I do it? Let me hold your dick while you pee."

As I stand at the rail, you come up behind me and without any hesitation, take hold of my cock as the stream of urine starts to flow. You move it up and down and left to right like a kid with a new toy. You start to write you name, but I just did not have to go that badly, and the effort petered out after "K-a-r".

We sit across from one another on the deck. "Okay here's the plan. We will put some clothes on and..."

"Whoa there, Cowboy," you interrupt, "I don't know if I can abide that. How will I get any sun on my pussy?" With that you spread your legs wide, giving me a full view of your slightly open pussy and even a glimpse of your rosebud. This is a sight that just eight hours ago would have been the ultimate desire, but now, I just lean over and give your pussy a little "love slap".

"Ooh, that feels good. Maybe I should hear more."

"I was just thinking we could go for a little cruise before dinner. This is really a pretty lake, and you saw maybe 1% of it this morning when we were coming out here."

"Okay, but no thongs or underwear. We go commando."

"Deal," I reply, "but no bra either."

"Shit, Doug, I don't even own one. I have never needed one. If I need to be more conservative, I wear a camisole or something like that."

"Okay, we have a plan. Let's get going."

"Okay, but first I need to show you something."

You disappear into the cabin and return a minute later with a purple cylindrical object with rounded ends.

"What's this?" I ask.

"It's called an egg. It's a gift because you are so sweet. Here, let me show you."

You reach out and hold it against me, between my scrotum and asshole. It pulses and vibrates and sends what feels like electrical shocks though my groin. 

"Well, thank you. This is very cool. But what do I do with it?"

"You don't do any with it. I do."

With that, you spread your lips and insert the egg into your pussy. You hand me a small remote control. "This is yours. Go ahead, turn it on."

I turn the device on and you suck in a little air. In the quiet, I hear a very faint hum coming from your pussy. I thumb the wheel and you jump noticeably. 

"Whoa there, Big Boy. This thing has some power. Go easy."

"This is very, very cool."

"Until we come back here tonight, you have total control over my body; I am at your mercy. It's my way of demonstrating that I trust you."

"This is going to be fun."

I go below and slip on a pair of khaki shorts (no underwear, as ordered), a red polo shirt and a pair of Dock Sider deck shoes with no socks. I put my wallet in one pocket and am about to put the control in the other, when I decide to check out the range. I turn it on and increase the power slightly.




Fantasies Fulfilled



"I felt that. Don't make me regret giving you that!"

You join me and we exchange a long kiss, just to show, I guess, that you are just teasing. Then, from your bag, you pull out a lightweight, knee length skirt with a long slit on the side and a green top (I think it is called a peasant). You dress, as promised without panties or a bra. You position the skirt so the slit is over your right leg. The top is very lightweight and your nipples with show through the fabric now. If they even begin to get hard, the world will know. The finishing touch is the high-heeled sandals, which make your incredible ass even more inviting. You are dressed to show your body; every step you take will expose your incredible legs almost to the hip.

You duck into the head and come out five minutes later with just a hint of makeup that highlights how beautiful you are and how truly haunting your blue eyes are. 

"So, do I pass inspection?"

"You most certainly do! What are people going to think when they see this old fart with you? "

"They will probably say, 'There goes one lucky couple. They are made for each other.'"

Soon we have pulled up anchor and are on our way.

Chapter 9: The Cruise to Dinner

We move back out into the main lake. It is late afternoon so boat traffic has picked up and there is the scurry of boats of all sorts, big and small, heading in all directions and no direction. As I come out of the channel, I check for other boats and quickly exit. Today of all days, I don't want someone to see from were we came and decide to investigate.

The lake is called Minnetonka, which means Big Waters in Sioux Indian. It is actually a series of bays and lakes connected by channels. Despite the fact it is six miles long and five miles wide, you are never more and a quarter of a mile from shore.

If I turn to port (left) we head back to the marina and to the little town where we will have dinner. I turn to starboard to take you on a large circle of the lake, which will bring us back to town by about 8:30.

I cruise at a leisurely pace. As much as I enjoy seeing you naked (a joy I have had for a few hours), I want to hear you talk. This is something we have done for six years. It is so rare that we can talk and I can see your face and your reactions.

We talk about your job, and how you are really not satisfied by it. You tell me that all you deal with are problems and, while you like the interface with your clients, the meetings always start out stressful, because there is a problem. 

I tell you that I am not happy with my job either. All the traveling is getting harder and harder to take. I make a lot of money and I could retire tomorrow if I had some way of passing the time. 

I move the throttles forward and the twin V-8 engines come to life. We move through the water and the breeze cools us off a bit. It has the added benefit of causing your skirt to fly, exposing yourself to me and anyone else close by. 

We make our way past one of the many large islands that dot the lake. There are about a dozen large and small boats at anchor. Some are lashed together.

"What's going on there?" you ask.

"That's Cruisers Cove, a major hang out during the weekends. This is nothing. By tomorrow afternoon, there will be hundreds of boats there. By Saturday night there could be a thousand boats at anchor. I've seen it where you could almost walk from one boat to another."

"That must be something."

"It can get pretty hedonistic: a lot of naked flesh. That yellow suit could be regarded by some as conservative." With that I switch on the remote control and give your bare pussy a little jolt.

"Oooo. I thought you had forgotten I gave you that. Can we come back here tomorrow?" 

"Absolutely; we will get more beer and snacks can come out here in the afternoon." I held up the remote, "and maybe some more batteries."

"You know, you are the only person I would ever think of giving control over my body." You lean over and kiss me lightly on the lips.

With that, I head around the island and make way for town. As we cruise to dinner, I keep working the dial on the egg's control. You don't say anything as you sit beside me on the captain's chair, squirming with the stimulations. 

It is about 8:45 when I pull the boat into the public marina. The dock attendant helps me secure it and holds out his hand to help you onto the dock. A slight gust of wind blows your skirt open and gives the dock attendant the thrill of his life. I figured you were going to flash him, so I was ready with the handy remote control and sent a little buzz. Your knees go a little weak. The attendant reaches out to help steady you, and in the process, gets a hand full of very nice 34B tits. I gave him a decent tip, although seeing you and grabbing a tit was all the tip he needed for one night.

We walk to a little Italian restaurant about a block from the dock. You wrap your arms around my left arm and we walk, slowly down the street. This is our first time in public and I am so proud that you are on my arm. I am single, so there is no issue with me being in the company of a beautiful woman, and the chances of you seeing someone you know is virtually impossible, so we walk with out any concern about being recognized, which is, of course, exactly what happens.

Lake Street houses art galleries, boutiques, travel agencies, chocolatiers (why not call them candy stores?), and other specialized shops and businesses. Nestled between one of the art galleries and a boutique called "Blanc de Blanc" (they sell nothing but white stuff) sits DeNucci's, a small Italian restaurant that is located a block away from the lake, and which is our destination for the evening.

As we approach the restaurant, a woman I dated briefly a couple of years ago, comes out of the boutique with several large shopping bags. She literally almost knocks you down. She apologizes to you and then recognizes me.

"Hi, Doug, how have you been? You still traveling a lot?"

"Yep," I reply, "About the same as usual. How about you? How's the real estate business?"

"It's slow. Who's your little friend? I didn't know you had grandchildren."

Suddenly, I remember why I was not upset when she told me not to call her anymore. She could be a real bitch. But before I could answer, you answer the question.

"Hi, I am Karen. Doug and I have been on and off for more than six years, now. We're back on again. It's strange he never mentioned you...well, maybe not. Come on, Lover; let's go eat so I can get some desert."

With that we leave the bitch speechless and walk into DeNucci's. As soon as we get in the door, I take you and hug you. The way you dealt with someone that dumped me was a thing of beauty. What a way to start dinner!

Chapter 10: The Dinner

DeNucci's is casual, but the service is very formal. The waiters wear dark suits and aprons almost to the floor. The tables are intimate, and dressed in white linen with white Italian dinnerware. The lighting is very subdued, despite the fact it is still daylight outside. The wine selection is very good, the food is wonderful and the coffee is excellent. 

Mama DeNucci knows me well and she escorts us to a corner booth. The white table cloth hangs nearly to the floor. I intend to use this to have some fun under the table. I take the remote control out of my pocket and set it to the lowest setting and turn it on. I don't want to jolt you like I did at the dock.

The expression on your face tells me that you feel it, and then you squeeze my leg, which lets me know for sure.

I order wine before dinner: a Cabernet Sauvignon. We talk about the day. Maybe I am a candy ass, or maybe I am just amazed about how the last few hours have changed my life, but I am still worried that you might regret what has happened. 

"No, Doug, I don't have any regrets. In fact I am thrilled with what has happened. I know that we have been friends for six years, but it seems like everything I told you about what I liked, you remembered. You talked earlier about fuel for your fantasies. I truly think that I am the one that will remember today every time I have an orgasm. I feel that my life is changing today...and changing for the better."

With that I give the dial a little twist and turn up the intensity of the egg, just as the waiter brings the wine and a plate of bread. 

"Can I bring you anything else, or would you care to order?"

"Karen, do you want to order now or wait for a while?" I turned the dial again. I think I could hear the hum of the device buzzing away in your pussy. "Karen, did you hear me?"

You have trouble sitting still as I turn it up again. "Umm...I think I want to wait until I am finished...I mean wait for a little while."

The waiter bows slightly and turns his back. You grab my hand and guide it up to your pussy. You are so wet that you must be leaving a spot on the seat. (Fortunately you hiked your skirt up so that you would not be walking around with a wet spot on your ass, although that would have been okay with me, too.) With my other hand, I turn the dial to maximum and you nearly jump out of the booth. I can almost smell the passion and lust, and I can feel the vibrations through your flesh. 

After a minute, you let out that little "Oh" that I have heard a couple of times today, and I turn down the intensity.

"Okay, my dear, now that you have had the first course, do you want me to order for us?"

"I think I am ready, assuming you can leave that alone."

"I promise: nothing until after dinner. You are going to love this."

I call over the waiter and place an order for both of us.

For the antipasti I order fresh crab and Asiago cheese melted on crusty bread, and then grilled chicken salad with honey balsamic vinaigrette and Gorgonzola. I know we had shrimp for lunch, but I love Mama's pan-seared Halibut. She cooks it with tomato-kalamata compote over orzo and it is wonderful. For the next course, I order fresh green beans with Pancetta and slivered red onion. The wine of choice is a Pinot Grigio. 

We finish the meal off with coffee and ice cream. All the while we talk and you have your hand up the leg of my shorts and gently squeeze. I reciprocate my manipulating the dial on the egg, occasionally brushing your bare pussy.

The food, the wine and the atmosphere make it one of the most romantic evenings I have ever spent. We never run out of things to talk about, and even, for a couple of minutes, talk business. This is the ultimate juxtaposition as we are discussing shipping rates while I gently finger your pussy.

We linger for a long time after the plates are removed. Soon, Mama DeNucci clears her throat. Time has flown by. It is after 10:30, which is well past closing in this sleepy town on a Thursday evening. We are the only ones in the restaurant.

We decide to walk up Lake Street and do some window shopping. When we get to Blanc de Blanc, you ask why anyone would want things just to be white. I didn't tell her that my house was all white...white towels white sheets and white dishes...so a color blind guy doesn't have to worry about color coordination.

We stop at an all-night convenience store and pick up what we need for tomorrow.

When we get back to the municipal dock, my boat is the last one left. The dock attendant went home long ago, and at this moment is probably in bed either fucking his wife or jacking off, but either way he is thinking about your sweet, bare pussy and your firm, luscious breasts.

It is still hot, about 80 degrees, as I untie the boat and we head back to our island. It is slow going, not only because of the night speed limit on the lake, but because many drunken fishermen forget to turn their lights on. Several fishing boats, adrift at night without lights, have been cut in half by boats smaller than mine. 

You stand with your hands on the windshield, grasping the hem of your skirt. You bare ass is on display in the moonlight. I reach over and give it a caress and a squeeze.

Chapter 11: The First Night Together

Once we get to the lagoon, I anchor the boat in about the same place as before. Even though the sun set an hour or so ago, it is still very warm—80 degrees at 11:00 at night. By the time I finish setting the anchors, you already have stripped off your skirt and top. "God, I don't know if I can ever wear clothes again. I just love being naked."

I take off my shorts and shirt and open the last bottle of champagne from this morning. We are again both naked with the rest of the night ahead. But I cannot get your words out of my head: I feel that my life is changing today...and changing for the better.

I grab a couple of glasses from below deck. When I return, I see you silhouetted in the waning moonlight. You have your back to me, still wearing the high-healed, sandals you wore to dinner. They make your incredible ass, magnificent. I approach you and put my arms around you, still holding the bottle and glasses. 

Your shoes add just enough to your height that my erect cock nestles between the cheeks of your ass. You push back against me and you wiggle your butt a bit. I sit the glasses on a nearby table and slowly pour the cold champagne on your tits. It bubbles and drips off your nipples and they instantly get hard.

"Hey", you say. "You shouldn't waste champagne, so lick it up." I need no further prompting. I turn you around and lick the very tip of your left nipple. The reaction is immediate and quite surprising. They are so sensitive that you lean your head back and push your nipple into my mouth. 

I reach around you and down to your ass. I pull you close to me and release your nipple from my mouth and kiss my way up your chest and neck and finally to your lips.

You push me away, which surprises me until you look up into my eyes. "Doug, it's time. Make love to me." Our relationship, which was so consistent for the past six years, continues its dramatic transition to another level. I feel that my life is changing today...and changing for the better.

You take my hand and lead me to the sun deck, which has been the location of all of our sexual playtime today. Earlier today the deck was battered by hot sun under a cloudless blue sky. Tonight is different. The moon casts soft shadows from the surrounding trees, and the stars, millions of them dot the sky above. The scene could not be more perfect for making love to you for the first time.

We kiss. There is no rush, no urgency and no unbridled passion. We have all night and we seem to agree, by some unspoken communication that we want to make the moments last. Slowly I lower you to the deck, our lips never separating.

I move my hands gently over your body using the back of my hand and finger nails to change the sensations. I kiss your neck, throat and shoulders.

"I want to be touched and caressed. I want to feel like I am the most important and sexy person in the world."

I cup your breasts in my hands and kiss your nipples. I remember from today that you like your tits to be pulled and sucked hard, but not now. Tonight is different: special. Tonight will be a night that we will remember forever. I want our first (and maybe only) time together to be remembered for being loving and tender.

I move from your tits to your trim, taut tummy. I kiss down to your hips and thighs. Your legs open for me and I accept the invitation and kiss you inner thighs, across the mons of your pussy, just brushing your hooded clit. You draw a quick breath, not because I touched you in a sensitive area, but because I did not.

Your pussy is damp: lubricated and ready to accept me. My cock is dripping with pre-cum. I move up your body, dipping my tongue into your navel, up your tummy, between your breasts, to your neck and then your lips. 

Your legs wrap around my waist. I slide my fully erect penis through your slit.

Then, as if to make your intentions perfectly clear, you reach down and direct me into your body. I slowly push until I am deep inside you. Your vaginal muscles grab hold. The sensations are beyond description. In all my years of bachelorhood, I have never had a woman who was so focused on me, while I was focused on her.

I reach down and grab your ass. I slowly insert a finger into your ass hole you let out a moan, almost of relief or release. We are in perfect rhythm as my thrusts match yours.

I change from an in and out motion, to an up and down motion, using my finger in your ass to push my cock against your clit to maximize the friction and, hopefully the pleasure.

You raise your head and are able to suck on my nipples. I drive my cock as far into you as I can, wishing for the first time in my life that I was bigger so I could give you more.

Your verbalizations rise to a crescendo. Based on what I experienced today, I know that you are building to orgasm. I want to change position, but I do not want to upset the sensations you are experiencing. You are nearly screaming...I wonder if anyone on the lake can hear you.

I know that I can go on for quite a while. I have already come twice today, and for this old body, it will take awhile to shoot another load.

Your body stiffens and your back arches. You let out a scream and I feel you gushing juices. With each spasm there is another squirt of liquid. Finally, your body relaxes, and I roll over, taking you with me so you can lie upon my body while my cock is still inside you.

I gently thrust my hips to keep my erection when I feel your pussy muscles grab my cock; you are not done yet. You sit up, taking my cock to the hilt. You support yourself with your hands on my chest. Your hair hangs, disheveled and slightly obscuring your face. 

You move your hips to grind your pelvis against mine. I lie back and let you do all the work. I reach out and touch and caress your left nipple. You bring your right hand to mine and pinch my fingers together, which causes me to pinch your nipple. I get the hint and pull firmly. You come once again, screaming as before. I feel that I am close to coming. 

"I am close, Baby. I need to pull out."

"No! No! In me, come inside me."

About two seconds later, I oblige you. My semen mixes with your juices and I feel infinitely satisfied. You collapse on my chest and sigh.

"God, Doug that was wonderful. I have not come like that in years. I didn't know I still had it in me."

"Well, then, you can imagine what I feel. I feel like a teenager who just lost his virginity. I never had sex that good before."

"You sure came like a teenager." 

"This has been quite a day for me. Not only did I come like a teenager, I learned you are a squirter, a swallower and a screamer."

You bite my shoulder as an answer and roll off me. We lay on our backs, staring at the sky. We both doze off.

We are jolted awake an hour or so later by a clap of thunder and the summer downpour that followed. The rain is cool and welcome after the heat of the day, but soon we are chilled and go below. We towel off and crawled into the king size berth, and immediately go back to sleep, holding each other in the cool of the air conditioning.

It is the end of a perfect day.

Chapter 12: The Next Day

Morning dawns bright and cooler than yesterday. The rain last night freshened and cooled the air.

I get up and close the cabin door to let you sleep. I start the coffee, peel and core the fruit, and warm the croissants in the toaster oven, then brush my teeth. I hear you stir and you come out of the cabin. Your hair is messed, but it is a very sexy look. You come up behind me and hug me and kiss my back. The softness of your naked body against mine is a feeling I would like to experience every morning. 

"That was quite a way to wake up last night...Another first for me. The coffee smells heavenly."

"Are you ready for some?"




Fantasies Fulfilled



"You bet."

The coffee is good, the fruit is fresh but the croissants got a little burned, so that was a washout. 

You look at the head. "So I can really take a shower in there?"

"Yep, it works just like a regular shower. I wish I could join you, but there is barely enough room for one, let alone two." 

You finish your coffee and I help you set the controls of the shower. In the confines of the very small head, we are pressed together like sardines in a can. After a few minutes, you come out of the head and I grab a towel to help dry you off. Then it is my turn to jump in and get cleaned up.

We go up on deck and lay in the sun for a while. You lie there with your arms out to the side and your legs spread slightly. I have never been one for just sitting in the sun, so I decide to do something. I quietly move and lie between your legs and begin to eat your pussy. There is no build up, and no preliminaries. I just separate your lips with my tongue and enjoy your womanly charms.

I reach up and tweak your nipples. You moan softly but do not say anything. I cannot tell if you are awake or asleep, because you are wearing those huge sunglasses again. Asleep or not, your body is responding. I am amazed that after just one day, I can read your body and reactions so well. Still no words are spoken.

My tongue explores the folds of your pussy. I flick your clit and you draw in a breath. I spread your lips with my fingers and lap it up like a kitten lapping a dish of milk. Still no words are spoken.

You exhale with a groan and then arch your back. Your pussy contracts and the low groan becomes a sustained "Oh....." You have come once more. I kiss your pussy and move up to lay beside you. For the first time, you lift your sunglasses and speak.

"That was unexpected, but very nice."

"I'm glad you liked it."

At noon, we decide it is time to head over to Cruisers Cove. You put on your yellow thong bikini and I put on swim trucks. The contrast between what you are wearing and what I am wearing is quite striking. There is no doubt that I will be looked upon as a cradle robber, but I really do not care.

When we get to the Cove, there are significantly more boats than yesterday. Many companies work four-day weeks during the summer, so every weekend is a three-day weekend. I anchor us in a spot that is near the action, but where we will not be blocked in by other boats.

I set up the camper top to offer some shade, and open the doors so the cooler air from the air conditioner could waft up to make it a little cooler. 

The water in the cove is very shallow. In some places as little as three feet deep. Very often people wade by, or paddle by in tubes and air mattresses. The tradition is to always offer up a beer to a passer by. I look over at you in the yellow thong bikini. I know that you will attract attention, so I just hope there is enough beer to maintain the tradition.

You stand on the swim platform and watch the passing parade. Already one of the boaters has put on some tunes and cranked up the stereo in the mistaken belief that everyone shares his taste in music. 

I go below and find an air mattress. We jump into the water and with a beer in hand; you get up on the floating toy. As I suspected when I first saw the suit yesterday, it has become nearly transparent. It is almost sexier than seeing you totally nude. The transparent fabric does nothing to hide your areoles. Your nipples are stronger than the material holding them, and they are prominent. I am still amazed that I kissed, sucked, pulled and pinched such wonderful breasts and nipples.

But that is nothing compared to the perfect camel toe which is veiled, but not hidden from view (Again, I am amazed that I kissed, sucked, pulled and pinched the folds of that tender and tasty pussy.)

What makes Cruiser Cove so popular is the total acceptance of a hedonistic style; it is not accepted anywhere else on the lake at any other time, but this is Cruiser Cove. So your suit draws only passing interest.

By about 1:00, dozens of women are topless and dancing on the decks of the larger boats. There are some great tits, but I do believe that the prettiest pair is in my boat.

"You have much nicer tits than any of these women out here. Why don't you show them what you got?"

"No. Yesterday I probably would have gone topless, but I feel differently today. I don't know, but it doesn't seem right...it is almost like I would be cheating on you."

By 2:00, the party is nearly in full swing. We continue to watch what is going on, but you seem bored, and I know I am. Why watch naked bodies, when I could be holding one?

Chapter 13: The Second and Final Night Together

After two days and one night on a boat in 85 to 90 degree heat, we decide that perhaps a real shower and a real bed is in order, so at 3:00 we head back to the marina, secure the boat and drive to my house. 

My home is not what you would call a bachelor pad, but it is definitely lacking a woman's touch.

What it does have, and what we both really need, is a very large shower. You get in first, while I bring in the perishables from the car. When I return, you have finished and are wrapped in one of the huge white towels I like. You point to the large whirlpool tub in the bathroom. 

I tell you, that I have not used it in a very long time. I am a shower kind of guy.

"The last time you used it, was it with a woman?"

"Hardly, I twisted my back and was in no condition to share the tub with anyone."

"Well, then tonight will be a first! Now get cleaned up!"

When I get out of the shower, you are sitting on the end of the bed running a comb through your hair. You have no make-up on, and your face, shoulders and tits are a little red from all the sun. But the added color and your all-over tan combined with your natural beauty once again make me ask myself how I could be so lucky.

We decide on a very light dinner, so I defrost some chicken breasts, sauté them and use them to make a quick Chicken Caesar Salad. I grab a loaf of French bread out of the freezer and put it under the broiler. In less than 20 minutes, we are sitting down to a very light summer meal.

"So Karen, are you enjoying yourself?"

"You have to ask? Yes, I am having a great time. I am having fun. The boat, the swimming, dinner last night...I could get used to that on a regular basis."

"I hoped you would enjoy yourself. Any regrets about the sex?"

"Absolutely not. The sex has been unbelievable. You are the most attentive lover I have ever had. You know exactly what I want, even before I know. I could get used to THAT on a regular basis, too. I just don't know if I can go back to my old life of the Saturday Night "Poke Her" Party."

After dinner, we sit on the couch and watch a little TV. It goes without saying that we are both naked. You tell me that all you can think about is the huge whirlpool bath, so we head into the bathroom and fill the tub with hot water.

The large tub fits the two of us perfectly, and the air jets keep the water frothy. In fact I could only feel you and can not see anything below your neck because of all the bubbles. I gently wash your back and front, paying particular attention to the more intimate regions of you body. 

We lie there, as my foot finds its way to your pussy. You grab my foot and press my toes to your body, using them as a living dildo.

As the water cools, I help you out of the tub and dry you off. I wrap the towel around both of us and relish the feeling of your naked body against mine. I ask you if you would be willing to help me fulfill another fantasy. Without hesitation, and without asking what it is, you agree.

We move into the bedroom and on to the bed. It is covered with a fresh, crisp, white sheet. You lie on your back and wait for me to make my fantasy a reality. After six years of friendship and two days of being lovers, you trust me completely and know that you will enjoy what is to come.

I start by bringing out an Ostrich feather. I use long strokes from your feet to your neck. I linger around your breasts and inner thighs. I discover that the areas over your hip bones are extremely ticklish. When the feather passes over your ticklish spot, sometimes you flinch, and sometimes you sigh, but you do not tell me to stop. 

I bring the feather back down your tummy and between your legs. It is not enough of a sensation to stimulate you sexually, but I know that you feel your skin tingle.

I change to a very soft brush that I found in an art store. It provides a greater sensation, but does not tickle you so you relax even more. Down your side, across your hip and mons and up your tummy and across your nipples.

Next I lightly rake your body with a bamboo back scratcher that I bought in Korea several years ago. It gives you goose bumps as it stimulates your skin. 

You sigh and moan slightly, approving of what I am doing. I finally get to examine every inch of your body, memorizing every mole and indentation. I don't know if I will ever have this chance again.

Finally, using vanilla scented oil, I give you a head to toe body massage. I pay particular attention to your throat, tits, belly, and, of course, your pussy. Before I am done, you have drifted off to sleep.

That was my fantasy, to totally pamper you without any expectations; to explore your body; to touch you anywhere and everywhere; to watch you and study your curves and everything about you; no furtive peeks.

I pull another sheet over you, climb in beside you and begin enjoying one of the greatest sensations of my life: sleeping with you naked.

Sometime during the night, I wake to find that you have taken me in your mouth. I have come to love the sensation of you giving me a blow job, but I want more of the feeling of being inside you. I guide your head from my cock and passionately kiss you. You lie back in the bed and spread your legs to give me access. You guide my cock into your waiting pussy. It is wet and ready for the invasion. I begin a gentle rhythm, but this is not what you want.

"No, No, No...just fuck me...hard...hard."

You buck your hips to meet my thrusts, urging me on. I grab your ass and pull you into me: harder and harder. Passion turns into lust. The frantic motions are focused only on our genitals. Soon, I feel and see the now familiar signs that you are about to reach orgasm. I switch from a thrusting action to a grinding motion to make the maximum contact with your clitoris. You scream out and once more I feel your juices flow around my cock. This causes my own orgasm.

I roll off you and pull you towards me. The sheets are wet, but we simply move over and go back into a deep sleep.

The next morning when I wake up, I am surprised at how late it is. Usually, I am awake by 6:00, regardless of the day of the week but it is now nearly 9:00. I look over and see you sleeping. The sheet has slipped down and your breathing is causing your breasts to slowly rise and fall.

I pull the sheet up to cover you and go out to the kitchen to start the coffee. When I return with coffee, warm croissants (not burned this time) and strawberry jam, you are awake. You stretch, raising your arms above your head and the sheet falls away, once again exposing your body to me.

It has been a long time since I experienced anything like this. Have we been lovers for days or years? The level of comfort I feel with you makes me wonder. Maybe, on some level, we have been lovers during our six year friendship. 

I am very happy, but also very sad. This adventure will come to an end in just a few hours as you must leave for Chicago. (I am finding it hard to say "you will be going home"; I want this to be home.)

You seem a little preoccupied. "Can I ask you something? I really want to know, so please be honest."

"Of course I will", I reply

You take a deep breath. "When we were going out on the boat on Thursday, you said that you just wanted fuel for your fantasies and was not interested in a relationship. I said that I did not want to have sex with anyone. A lot has happened since then, and a lot has changed for me, especially the sex. I guess I just want to know if you still feel that way, or have things changed for you, too."

"Karen, you stood my life on its head these last couple of days. Yes things changed for me! This has been the most exciting few days I have ever spent, and most of the excitement was being with you; not the sex, although that has been unbelievable, but just being with you. I don't known what I would do if I thought I was relegated to just fantasies of you."

"So I can come back?"

"You can come back anytime you want. In fact..." I get up and go to a drawer in my dresser and pull out a key. "This is yours. I don't know how or if you have to explain it, but if you need a break, even when I am out of the country, the house is yours. I hope that answers your question."

There is a hint of a tear in your eyes.

"So, what do you want to do today? If I am not being to forward, maybe we can do some shopping this morning and get some supplies so you have some stuff here and maybe make things more comfortable for you. All I have is deodorant soap and dandruff shampoo."

"Yeh, I suppose, but would it be okay if we could just stay here and hang out? I mean, we can go out if you want, but I do not really want to share you with a crowd at a mall or in a store."

"That sounds perfect. What you will find out about me is that doing nothing better than doing nothing."

So that is how we spend the morning and afternoon. We talk, we watch a movie (An American President, your favorite is on cable), and, of course we make love. 

Chapter 14: The Good Bye

Then, all too soon, it is time to head to the airport. Sadness descends upon us. I watch you as you pack and get dressed. For the first time in almost three days, you put on panties. You do not wear a bra. Your breasts and nipples show through the fabric of the tight tee shirt you put on. For no reason I get a little jealous. You sense this. "Don't worry. I go braless for myself, not for anyone else." Then you hand me the egg with which we had so much fun just two nights ago. "You are the only person I have ever given control over my body. No one else can control this but you. I want you to know that."

Tight jeans and the high healed sandals make your already sexy body even more so. I still cannot believe that for two nights and nearly three days, I possessed your body. It was mine. Would it ever be mine again?

The drive to the airport is quiet. Neither of us says much, and when we try to start a conversation, it quickly dies for lack of interest. 

We arrive about one and a half hours before your flight. You check in at one of the kiosks. Since you have no luggage, you turn back and we sit for a while outside the security area. We hold hands, but you are uncomfortable, thinking that, as remote a chance as it is, you might see someone you know.

Time passes. I take your hand and go behind a bank of phones where we kiss long and longingly. The "sales call" is over. I am grateful for every second we had together, and curse every minute we will be apart.

I walk with you to the security entrance and watch as a go through the screening. Once on the other side, you turn and we wave good bye.

I wait at the airport for a while; I don't know why. The message board says that your flight is closed, then departed and then it disappears off the board. You are gone and at 54 years old, my life and my outlook on life will never be the same again. 

I hope this is a beginning and not an end. 

Chapter 15: The Epilogue

I wrote this story three years ago and present it now as it was written at the time. Before sending it to Literotica, I thought I should bring it up to date.

After we said our good byes that day outside the security area of the airport, we talked almost daily. I got her a prepaid cell phone so there would be no problems if her husband looked at her regular phone and checked the numbers. We also used Skype and chat to stay in touch. We even had cybersex several times, but it was not satisfying.

I went to Chicago a couple times and Karen joined me at an airport hotel, but she could never spend the night. During these rendezvous the sex was very good, but it was hurried and the chance that she might be caught prevented her from giving herself fully as she did the previous summer. I was starting to believe that that the flame had burned out.

Then she came to visit me the following October on another "sales call". It was too cold to go boating so we went up to the North Shore of Lake Superior to see the changing colors of the leaves. We did not see much because we spent all our time in our room fucking and making love. (We have always considered them two very different things.) We talked and we came to the conclusion that we could never realize the full potential of our newly found love until she was free from her entanglements in Chicago. Until then, we would be living the life of the old movie "Same Time Next Year".

When she got back to Chicago after that trip, she told her husband that it was over. She quit her job and with my help pursued her dream of setting up her own "virtual logistics" company. With a computer and a VoIP phone, she could do business wherever she was at the time. For much of the time that happened to be with me.

As for me, I have the same job, although I do not travel as much and Karen goes with me from time to time. I find I am better at what I do and more efficient because I have someone with whom I can confide and share my day. She has also offered good advice.

I bought the island from my friend, so now "our special spot" is really ours. Not only do we spend many of our summer days naked at the lagoon, and the beach I built there, the privacy of the island means we rarely wear clothes around the house, either. She is even naked in her office at the house. I cannot tell you the kick I get from watching her yelling at some shipping company or schmoozing some client, all the while caressing her breasts or fingering her pussy.

I still have my boat, although it sports a new name. She is now called "Karen' For Me".

She finally convinced me that my age is not an issue, and we got married last spring. It was a small ceremony, held, of course, on our island. 

In the past few months, our sex life gradually changed and now it is pretty much limited to oral sex. It is not we love each other less or find each other less exciting, it is just that Karen will be giving birth to our first child (a girl) in just over a month and conventional sex is uncomfortable for her.

Maybe I am being selfish; I will be dealing with a 15-year-old girl when I am 72 years old. That is assuming that I am even alive. The men in my family die pretty young. I truly feel that I may outlive my other male relatives, because I am healthier, happier and have much less stress than at any other time in my life.

When she first broached the subject of children, I objected because my mortality was a big issue for me. Like most things involving our lives, I let her take the emotional lead, because after I am gone, she will have to deal with the consequences of the decisions we make. She assured me that living life without me, sometime in the future, will be extremely difficult, but having my child, a part of me, in her life, would make things much easier. Within two months, Karen was pregnant.

Now, I have another fantasy.

Sometime in the very near future, Karen and I are walking down the street. She has her arm wrapped around mine as I push the stroller with our infant daughter. A passerby comments that she is such a beautiful baby, turns to me and says, "You must be a very proud grandfather."

Before I can answer, Karen replies, "He is not a proud grandfather; he is the proud father and by the way, he is a wonderful lover, and the man in our lives."




Fantasies Fulfilled



This story is part true and part fiction. It basically happened as told with a few embellishments.

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I enjoy crossdressing and do so when ever I can. About the only time I dress as a man is to go to work. I have been doing this since I was eleven years old. I love to have sex with a man as if I was a woman and really think I should have been born a girl. I think like a girl and naturally act like a girl. I have to go to great effort to act like a man at work and not let my true self show there. I have accepted that for now I must lead a double life so at work I'm a guy and at home I'm a girl. I use the internet to meet people who are accepting of this. I am also a total slut. I love hooking up with men, women, couples, or groups for casual sex. I will fuck just about anyone. Something about fucking someone I just met just gets to me. I love it!

I met Ken one Saturday night when I was dressed like a total slut and had posted an ad on craigslist looking for men to hook up with. He answered my ad and stated that he wanted a blowjob and wanted to remain anonymous. He wanted me to have the lights off and porn playing and no words were to be exchanged between us. He would come in, drop his pants, I would blow him, and then he would leave. While this wasn't quite what I was looking for it did sound interesting. I've never done it quite this way before and it wouldn't take long so why not. I could do this and still have plenty of time to find another date for the night. I sent him directions and he was on his way.

When he arrived I was waiting at the door and as instructed I had the lights off and porn playing on the TV. I had put in a good blow job movie as it seemed like the most appropriate for this occasion. By the dim light of the TV I led him into the living room and positioned us so that he had a good view of the screen. I dropped to my knees and helped him pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles. With my body blocking the light from the TV I had to go by feel rather than sight so I reached out and grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times. I kissed it and licked it up and down a little before taking the whole thing down my throat. It was a perfectly proportioned cut 7.5 incher and he smelled great, so clean and he had sprayed something down there that smelled expensive. He tasted so good! I can honestly say he had the best tasting precum I've ever tasted and I was thoroughly enjoying pleasing him.

I brought him to the edge several times before backing off and slowing down so I could make this last as long as possible. Soon the inevitable happened and he fed me squirt after squirt of the best tasting cum I've ever had. When I had gotten all he had to give he pulled up his pants, said thanks, and left. I didn't expect to hear from him again. 

A couple of weeks later I got an email from him. He said that he really liked the blow job and was interested in doing it again. I told him that I would blow him again if he would fuck me. He said he had always wanted to try anal sex and would like to try it with me. When he came in this time I had the porn playing again but left a small lamp on in the corner of the room. It wasn't bright enough to spook him but gave off enough light so that we could see each other. I had taken my time getting ready and was silky smooth and dressed like a whore. He told me he thought I was hot when he came in and I returned the compliment. I took him to the living room and soon had his cock down my throat. I repeated my performance from the week before but stopped before letting him cum. I took my panties off and bent over the sofa and reached back to grab his cock and guide him in. He had obviously not done this before. He was kinda just stabbing at me with no real rhythm and it slipped out a couple of times and had to be reinserted. He kept going at it though and it didn't take long for him to fill me with his seed. When he was done I licked him clean and sent him off. This started a relationship that exists to this day.

That was two years ago and we have fucked lots of times since then. I slowly added more lights every time he came over and he gradually started spending more time here. Now he'll stay the night sometimes. We always lay in bed or on the sofa and cuddle after sex and he kisses me like I'm a true woman. When he sleeps over we either spoon with him behind me and his cock nestled between my ass cheeks or he lies on his back and I lay on my side with my face resting on his chest and my hand on his cock. I feel so much like a girl when we sleep like that. I love it. So warm and secure. We have had sex in any position either of us could think of and have done some kinky things also. My favorite thing is to have him spank or cane me good before fucking me. I love it when he really canes me hard enough to leave marks for a week or so and my ass is on fire when he fucks me. The adrenaline rush with the orgasm is incredible. He even brought a friend over once and they both caned me and double teamed me. I loved that.

One day when we were cuddling after sex and I had my head nestled into his chest as I played with his soft cock we started talking about fantasies. He confided to me that his favorite fantasy is being caught jacking off by his mother and it leading to him fucking her. He said it had started when he walked in on his parents having sex and his mother was taking it doggy style and screamed his fathers name when she came. I had seen a picture of her one time when I met him at his office to blow him. She was quite attractive so I could see why he would want to do her. He knew it would never happen though; she was just too much of a prude for that. He asked about my fantasies and while there are a lot of them but there is one that I have had for a while and had been thinking about a lot. It is to be brutally raped by a big black man with a big cock. He would choke me and slap me and bend me over and brutally spank or cane me before pounding me relentlessly.

I wanted to do something special for Ken so a few weeks later I decided to role play his fantasy for him. I did not tell him about it. I bought a wig styled like his mother's hair in the picture I saw and bought a dress as close to the one she had on. I called Ken before our date that Saturday and told him I had a surprise for him. I told him to just walk in when he got there, get naked and wait for me on the sofa. He agreed so Saturday evening I got ready for him. I put on the dress which was a plain red dress with gold buttons down the front. It came down to my knees and had a high neckline that showed no cleavage. It was very unflattering but it did make me look like his mother, especially when I added the tan hose, the conservative looking red pumps and the wig I had bought. I finished up by doing my best to go light on the make up. I actually had to take it all off and start again once. I'm just too used to being a slut. By the time I heard Ken come in I was ready. I waited a while for him to get comfortable while I adjusted the dress, wig, and checked my make up. I had even bought perfume I thought an older woman might wear and sprit zed some on before I was ready to join Ken.

I knew with Ken being naked on the sofa alone with porn playing he would have his cock in his hand so I had waited long enough to make sure before flinging open the door and bursting in on him. 

"Just what the hell is going on here young man?' I yelled.

He was truly shocked at first and yes I was right, he had his cock in his hand and it was hard already. He gave me a quick smile to let me know he understood before covering his junk with both hands.

"I was just..."

"I know what you were JUST doing son and its perfectly natural for a boy to experiment. I just don't really appreciate the nasty video you're using to fuel your interest though. Where did you get this filth anyway?"

"I, I, I got it on the internet. It's not hard to find."

"I guess that's true.' I said and then sat next to him and put my arm around him and pulled him into me. I started telling him how it was OK to masturbate and how good a son he was while lightly strumming his chest with my fingernails. As I continued talking to him I let my hand wander from his chest down to his cock. I lightly scratched up and down its length with the tips of my nails feeling it jump each time I would stop and then restart. Before long I was stroking his cock in my fist and telling him that his first time with a woman should be with someone who loves him and knows what they are doing. I went on to tell him that it's OK for a mother and son to have sex and actually it was a natural thing for a boys mother to be his first. With that I took his cock in my mouth and gently started sucking it while lightly scratching his balls with my nails. I sucked him for a while then took him by the hand and led him to my bed.

We stopped just inside the bedroom door and kissed passionately as he started undressing me. When he had me undressed I lay on the bed on my back and had him take me missionary style. I pulled him down to me and kissed him deeply while scratching his back up and down with my nails while telling him "Fuck mommy baby, you're such a good boy and you fuck mommy so good!" He fucked me gently and deeply until he shuddered and emptied his seed deep inside me. It was the most gentle, passionate, sensual fuck I have ever had and I may have accepted had he asked me to marry him right then. 

After his cock softened and slid out he rolled off me and we cuddled and kissed while I played with his cock and balls. Before long he was herd again and I took him into my mouth. I really worked him up, bringing him to the edge time and time again before stopping, denying him his second release. When he had enough he took control lifting me up and putting me on all fours. He positioned himself behind me and rammed his full length in all at once. He began pounding me furiously and the whole bed shook with each stroke. After pounding me for about 30 minutes or so we were both covered in sweat and I could feel both of us getting close. I started yelling "fuck mommy! Fuck mommy good baby! O mommy loves your cock. Fuck meeeeee." When we both were cumming I screamed "Oh Ken! Oh Ken! Oh fuck me Ken!" He came deep inside me as I wet the sheets beneath us with my cum. I don't think he had ever cum so much before, when he pulled out a river of cum started oozing out and down my taint onto my balls. I love that! We cuddled for a while and he thanked me for getting him as close as he would ever get to really having his mom. I was happy to have pleased him so much. I kissed him goodnight and he went home. I lay there before going to sleep and thought abut how far he had come. I had taken him from a bumbling fool blindly stabbing at my guts that first time to a gentle, passionate, and skilled lover. He knew how to touch all the right places with each stroke of his cock and had learned to make me cum almost on command by slapping my ass or tweaking a nipple at the right time.

Life went on as usual for a while after that with us getting together couple of times a week to fuck and I had all but forgotten about sharing my fantasy with Ken. One weekend he called and asked me to meet him at a motel near his house because he really wanted to fuck but did not have time to drive to my house. I was OK with that, we had done this before, the motel was a nice one and I kinda looked forward to getting away for a night.

He got me a room for that Saturday and I arrived early at about 3PM. I took my time and waxed all my hair off and took a bubble bath. I dressed in my school girl uniform which was so slutty looking no school in the world would allow it. It consisted of a very short plaid skirt which showed off the bottom of my ass, a white top that tied just under my breasts, white fishnets and black Mary Jane style heels. I had a shoulder length black wig and of course too much make up. 

I lounged around and had a few drinks to loosen up while I watched porn on TV and surfed the net and chatted with online friends. Our date was for 7PM and he was right on time. I heard a light knock at the door about 5 till. I peered through the little hole in the door and there was Ken. I smiled as I straightened my wig and licked my lips ready to give him a big ole kiss when he came in. I went to open the door and had gotten it open just an inch or two when someone violently forced it open nearly knocking me down. I looked up to find a huge black guy in dreadlocks rushing at me. He grabbed me, spun me around, and wrapped a huge arm around my neck putting me in a choke hold. He grabbed my arm and forced it behind my back. Someone else, Ken I assumed forced my other arm behind my back while a third person put a blindfold on me. A ball gag was forced into my mouth, my top was ripped open, and metal clamps were put on my nipples. The clamps hurt like hell and I knew my nipples would be bleeding or at least bruised. Tears were welling up in my eyes as I heard the door being locked. 

Once the door was locked the big one released me from the choke hold and spun me around. He slapped me on the face with an open hand then backhanded me even harder. He then threw me down on the bed face down. Three sets of hands grabbed my arms and legs and spread them apart. Shackles were placed on my wrists and ankles and chains were fixed to the four corners of the bed. I was chained tight and could barely move an inch or two in any direction. My skirt was pulled up and bunched around my waist and my thong was ripped off my body. Then I felt a big rough hand caressing my ass cheeks and a big finger teasing my rosebud. It started feeling good and the pain in my nipples had subsided a little and I started enjoying it. 

As soon as it started feeling good the hand stopped rubbing me and "smack" hit my ass so hard I cried out behind the ball gag. Then "smack smack smack one after another. I was being spanked hard. Every ten swats or so he would stop and rub my ass cheeks which were getting warmer and I'm sure redder with every swat. This went on for quite some time and I must have received 100 swats before I got a break. I was beginning to calm down when I heard the swoosh of a belt being removed. Before I could realize what was happening "crack" the heavy leather belt was brought down on my ass. Then crack crack crack until I was crying from the intense pain. He smacked me with the belt time and time again as I counted 10 then 20 then 30 without stopping. As he neared 50 I thought I would pass out and finally he stopped. I was surprised to hear a female voice commenting on how he had drawn blood. It seemed surreal to me. The intensity of the beating had so much adrenaline rushing through my blood that I had a huge rush going.

The chains on my legs were loosened a bit to allow someone to slide two pillows under my hips to elevate my ass. I felt the big guy get on the bed between my legs then felt him spit on my rosebud. I heard him spit on his cock then felt his huge head rubbing around my hole. 

"Listen bitch, I'm fixin to fuck the hell out of you and it's going to hurt either way. You best just take what I got to give you or it'll just hurt more." He said before forcefully ramming his huge cock into me. The pain was almost unbearable as his fat head cleared my outer ring and plunged deep into me. I was so glad that I had squirted some lube in there after my douche. He pulled back and rammed again and again going a little deeper each time until I could feel his course pubic hare touching my ass. The pain was incredible at first. He was going so deep I thought I'd feel him at the back of my teeth any moment and whenever his hips slammed into my tattered ass cheeks it hurt even more.

He held himself up with one hand and used the other to wrap around my throat and choke me as he pounded me brutally. The bed shook with each stroke and I thought he might break my back he was pounding so hard. Eventually the pain started to subside and it started feeling good. It still hurt like hell but in a good way. Gene got on the bed and lifted my face up so he could shove his cock in my mouth. He held my face up and started fucking it hard. I was getting pounded from both ends and loved it. After another 20 minutes or so of pounding Ken howled as he filled my mouth with sperm. This must have done something for the big guy because he tensed up and filled my ass with his sperm. He let his cock go soft and pulled out. He took Ken's place and told me to clean him up. I licked all the cum off soft cock which was still huge even when soft. I was left to recover while I head them opening beers and laughing. My asshole must have been hanging wide open and a little cum had begun oozing out. I guess the big guy had pumped me full of air because a minute later I let out a big wet fart and sprayed cum all over the bed. Ken and the other two burst out laughing at this. I have to admit it must have been pretty funny.

They had a beer or two while I recovered then they turned me over and chained me to the bed again. I was spread eagle in the same position except face up. The ball gag and blind fold were removed and I could finally see that there were three of them in all; the big guy, Ken, and a nice looking black girl who couldn't have been much older than 18. She removed her panties which was all the she was wearing and stood above me on the bed with one foot on either side of my head. I had a clear view of her pussy and asshole from this angle; she was nicely trimmed with big pussy lips and clit. Before I could wonder what she was going to do she started pissing on my face. I opened my mouth and started swallowing her pee as fast as I could. 

"That's right bitch, don't you miss a drop." She shouted.

When she finished pissing she squatted and pressed her asshole to my lips. 

"That's right bitch, I just took a shit and didn't wipe, you better clean me up good if you know what's good for you!"

I licked her ass, taint and pussy until it was clean and she stood up and jumped off the bed. I was then unchained, stood up, and bent over the bed. My legs were chained to the foot of the bed and my arms were raised above my head and chained together. Ken got on the bed and straddled my face again and I started sucking his cock. I was so focused on sucking him I didn't notice that the big guy had walked around behind me with a cane. The first blow caught me by surprise and I almost bit Kens cock. He gave me about 20 hard swats with the cane and I almost passed out before he stopped. 

Ken got off the bed and came around behind me. He slid his now hard cock into me and started fucking me good. I looked over and the black girl was giving the big guy head, his huge cock was starting to get hard and growing bigger and bigger in her mouth. It looked like she was sucking off a horse. About the time she had him fully hard I felt Ken release a load in my ass then pull out. The big guy then came up and shoved his monster in me to the hilt. Once again he brutally fucked me smacking my ass every few strokes which hurt like hell. This time when he was ready to come he had the girl unchain me and put me on my knees in front of him. He fed me his monster cock which I could barley fit in my mouth. About all I could fit in there was the head. I used both hands to stroke his anaconda while sucking the head until he let loose his seed. I swallowed every drop and licked him clean.

They left after that and I went to the bathroom to run a hot bubble bath to recover in. I looked at my ass in the mirror. This was definitely the worst ass whipping I had ever gotten. It had already started to turn black and there were several stripes that had been bleeding. I was just getting in the bath when someone knocked at the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw that it was the young black girl. I opened the door cautiously this time and to my relief she was alone. She had a small bottle of Cognac in her hand and said she had nothing to do the rest of the weekend and thought I might need a little company. She pulled a joint from her purse and smiled. Cognac and some weed sounded good now so I let her in. I told her I'd join her after my bath then went to the tub and slipped into the warm water.




Fantasies Fulfilled



The bubble bath was very relaxing and I was just laying there with my eyes closed when I heard her come in. She was naked and had two glasses of cognac, the joint, and a lighter in her hands.

"Is there room for two in there?" She asked.

"Sure, come on in." I replied.

She handed me a glass of cognac and slipped into the tub with her head at the opposite end from me. Our legs were intertwined so that one of my feet was resting on her pussy and one of her feet was resting on my cock. She lit the joint and passed it to me. I took a couple of hits and passed it back and she proceeded to tell me that her name was Tonya and that the big guy was her cousin Tyrone. She did not like him very much but he was one of the few people she knew in town. She had just moved here and had met very few people so far. She said that Tyrone had been to prison before for drugs and he pimped her out sometimes to get money for drugs. She was trying to stay away from him but not having many friends here she ended up with him anyway sometimes.

We finished the joint and had another glass or two of cognac and the water started getting cold so Tonya suggested we get in bed. She laid me on my stomach and gently rubbed lotion on my sore ass. Her touch was nice and the lotion helped soothe the burning. She rolled me over and took my soft cock in her mouth. She gently sucked it and played with my balls and to my amazement she soon had me fully hard. She straddled me and took me into her sweet sweet pussy. She was tight and wet and surprisingly warm, almost hot inside. She rode me gently rocking her hips and bent down and kissed me deeply. Her nipples were very long and pointy and I rolled them between my fingers and reached down to massage her plump ass. It was nice and slow and I had a great orgasm as we kissed and fucked. It was a very tender moment and I felt so close to her after that. I don't think she even came but didn't seem to care. After that we snuggled up and slept. I have seen her many times since then and have had threesomes with her and Ken. I have introduced her to a lot of new friends and I don't think she will be seeing Tyrone any time soon although I kinda want to.



Submissive Fantasies Realized



"Mistress LF Slave Boy. W4M, 18-28" was the title of the Craigslist add. Trey, a 25 year old beta male, had taken to perusing various personals listings. He wasn't much of a bar kind of guy, nor did he know much about how to go out and meet women. Sifting through the postings mostly made by men Trey had managed to come across several listings by women that seemed potentially promising. Unfortunately he'd never gotten the nerve to actually try and contact one of the listing parties.

He clicked on the oddly titled formerly mentioned post. It read:

Experienced mistress looking for a new part time sex slave. Be completely STD free. Be into light to medium pain, be attractive, be between 18 and 28 years old, be ready to do anything I command without question. If you are interested you must send me at least four, face included, full body pictures (front, left, back, and right perspectives) of yourself fully naked and fully erect. Your genitals must be shaved. If you do not completely follow all of my instructions I will dismiss your request. Though none of you deserve it, I have placed a picture of myself in this post.

The picture was of a slim, pale skinned woman. She was wearing a very short sheer black skirt with a black thong clearly visible underneath it. The expanse of her torso was bare with the exception of two black pieces of electrical tape covering each small nipple atop not much more than a handful of breast. Her pink lips curled up in a slight smile were as far as the picture went to revealing her face. Trey estimated her age must be somewhere in the early 20s or perhaps even younger. 

Trey was not a virgin, but his sex life was sporadic at best. To make up for his lack of sex Trey masturbated about every day. His greatest fantasy was to be submissive to women. He'd watched countless videos of professional and amateur mistresses with their slaves and had always wondered if he'd ever get the chance to fulfill his fantasies. He decided this gorgeous and mysterious mistress would perhaps be the best chance he would ever get. He followed her instructions; shaving his dick and balls, getting his cock hard and setting up the camera to takes pictures of him from all four instructed angles. He then sent the pictures and brief description of his personality and desires to the mistress.

A week went buy with Trey waiting on pins and nails for a response from the woman. He couldn't stop sneaking peaks over and over at his phone for an email while he was at work. Every it showed he had an email his heart would skip a beat as he went to see who it was from. For a week he went disappointed and resolved himself that probably some sicko had made the mistress post just to get pictures of naked amateurs. Then, when he'd almost given up hope, he received an email from an account he didn't recognize. 

"You were the only one to follow all of my instructions correctly so you will have to do. Come to the address I've attached this Friday night at 7:00. From now until then when you masturbate you are allowed only to look at the picture of me I attached to my post. You are not allowed to masturbate at all on Thursday and Friday before you come to see me. Make sure you remain clean shaven and I want you to wear a thong. If you do not have one you will need to go buy one. I look forward to making you mine."

The email was signed Mistress Ashley. Trey was desperate with anticipation the whole week. He went and bought a bundle of thongs from Wal Mart late at night so he could use the self check out. He kept his gentiles well groomed and when Friday finally came around he was so nervous and horny he spent the whole day at work day dreaming.

Trey arrived at the address at about 6:50. He went up and knocked on the door. It was a rather normal looking rambler house. The door was answered and there was the beautiful Mistress Ashley wearing very normal looking sweat pants and a sweat shirt. Even in the completely concealing clothes she was gorgeous. 

"Hey" Trey said sheepishly. 

"Hi, come on in Trey" she said cheerfully. "I'm Ashley." He followed her in. The house seemed pretty normal. "Have a seat" she said. Trey sat on a comfy chair and Ashley sat across from him on a sofa. "Have you ever done anything like this?" she asked him. 

Trey responded truthfully with "No, I haven't." 

"Good" she replied. "That means I can mold you my way."

"Before we get started I want you to say the word 'Montana'" 

Trey looked a bit confused. "Montana?" he said. 

"Say it again please." she said. 

"Montana" Trey said more solidly this time. 

"Good, if at any point you decide you no longer wish to participate in what we are doing you need only say the word Montana. I will stop what I'm doing to you, untie you if you are bound, and you will no longer be my slave. Is this understood?" 

"Yes." 

"Good, now stand and strip down to the thong." Trey slowly stood and started to take off his clothing. "Faster" Ashley said curtly. Trey quickly disrobed down to the thong which was a pink plaid woman's thong. He couldn't find any men's thongs at the store. "Follow me" she said as she stood.

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Trey followed Ashley down her stairs into an unfinished basement. In the basement were many implements of what appeared to be BDSM equipment. "As you can see, I am an experienced Mistress." Ashley said. She led him to a point where a large metal eyelet was attached to a cross section of the ceiling. Ashley placed hand cuffs on Treys wrists and raised his hands above his head. She attached a large padlock to the cuff chain and then to the eyelet, holding Trey's hands above his head. She then went to a table and grabbed two metal clothespins attached to each other by a metal string. They were obviously never intended to hold cloths. "These will get your nipples nice and sensitive while I go change." She placed the clips on Trey's nipples and he let out a bit of a scream. "They grip tightly don't they?" she asked in a seductive voice. 

"Yea" Trey answered in pain. 

"Hmm, we haven't gone over the rules yet so I'll let that one slide. But from now on every time I ask you a question you will either reply 'No mistress' or 'Yes mistress'. Is that understood?" 

Trey looked at the gorgeous dark haired girl in front of him. "Yes mistress." he said. 

"A quick learner, we'll have fun Trey. I'll be back." With that, Mistress Ashley left Trey hanging with a rather substantial pain in his nipples.

After about a half an hour Ashley came back into the basement. She was wearing the short black skirt and nipple tape she had on in the picture. She also had on dark eye liner that drove Trey crazy. During this time his nipples had almost gone entirely numb.

"First the rules." She said. "You will not speak unless I ask you a question. When I do ask you a question you will answer Yes Mistress or No Mistress. Do you understand." 

"Yes mistress" Trey answered. 

"You may not cum unless I allow you to cum. The only other time you may speak besides answering my questions is when you ask me if you may cum. Do you understand?" 

"Yes mistress." 

"You will do everything I tell you to do without question. Do you understand?" 

"Yes mistress." 

"Any disobedience will be punished with varying degrees of severity. Do you understand?" 

"Yes mistress."

"Then let's get started" Ashley said. She went to a wall and pulled off a whip that had several small lashes on it. Without warning she grabbed the chain connecting Trey's two nipple clamps and yanked them both off. Trey's nipples were instantly on fire. He opened his mouth to scream and it took about two seconds before any sound even came out. "That hurt butch?" Ashley said. She quickly went in and bit down with her front teeth onto Trey's right nipple. "I ASKED IF THAT HURT BITCH!?" and she moved over and roughly bit his left nipple 

"Ahhhh, YES!" he yelled out. 

"Yes what bitch?" and she raked her fingernails over his nipples up and down very quickly. 

"YES MISTRESS!" Trey screamed. Ashley continued to scrape his nipples for a few more seconds before finally stopping and saying 

"Good." 

She then started lightly whipping Trey's chest, making sure to hit his burning nipples over and over again. She gradually increased the power of her strikes until Trey was letting out yelps with each stroke. "Stop complaining so much bitch, this is nothing. We need to gag up that mouth of yours." She looked down to Trey's cock which was growing rock hard from the abuse, it protruded stretching the fabric of the pink thong. "This will work." She grabbed the back of the thong and started pulling it up into Trey's ass. She pulled and pulled until finally something ripped and the whole thing came off. She held it up to his mouth. "Open." Trey did so. Ashley stuffed the thong into his mouth and told him to close his mouth. Trey closed his mouth as much as he could with the panties. Ashley grabbed a roll of duct tape and put a few pieces over Trey's mouth. "That'll do the trick."

Ashley started whipping Trey's ass. Over and over, harder and harder until his ass was as red and sore as his nipples. With each crack of the leather against his skin he let out a muffled yelp through the panties and duct tape. She walked up to him and pressed her sexy, almost naked body against his red and fully naked body. She reached down and gently wrapped her soft fingers around his stiff cock. She slowly started to pump his dick and leaned her head against his shoulder. "Good job bitch, you took that like a man." The feeling of finally having something touching his aching cock was enough to almost send him over the edge right then. 

"Misssrrss, muh aaahh uummm?" he tried to mumble through the gag. Ashley knew what he was asking, but saw this as a great opportunity to torment her slave.

She gripped his cock a little harder and increased the speed of her strokes. With a sickeningly sweet voice she asked "What was that baby? I couldn't understand you." 

"Peeeees misssssttrrrssss, mmmay, aaaahhh, uuuummm?" Ashley could see the frustration on her slave's face as he tried to hold back the orgasm that was just waiting to burst from his balls. She jacked him off even faster. 

"Nope, still don't know what you're saying." She could tell he was getting very close to orgasm. "Wait, are you about to cum?" Trey attempted to say 'yes mistress' through his gag. "Now slave, I told you that you are not allowed to cum unless I give you permission, and I did not give you permission." She continued her movements on his cock and now added her other hand in, cupping and gently massaging his balls. Trey's mind and body could barely take the sensations being forced upon him. His ass and chest burned bright red, his arm, still stretched over his head, felt like they were about to fall off, and he was holding on to the very last threads of control trying not to orgasm as his gorgeous mistress was giving him the hand job to end all hand jobs. "Now if you would like permission to cum you must ask me clearly and articulately so as I can understand you." She looked at him, waiting. 

Trey gave one last futile effort to scream out "PEEEES MMMMAAA AAAHHH UUUUMMM!?" He pinched his eyes closed and used every last bit of his ability to hold off his orgasm from his mistresses sensual onslaught. 

"I still just don't know what you're trying to say." she said with a light voice. Trey's orgasm was now upon him. Instead of being able to try and ask a question he just started letting out high pitched chirps as the muscles that allowed him to hold back his cum quavered and bean to give out. 

"Oh no you don't" Ashley said sternly. She quickly stopped her motions, dropped to her knees and squeezed Trey's cock hard. Trey's orgasm was right on the brink, unable to be stopped but unable to be completely satisfied without any stimulation and with a tight squeeze blocking the passage for the cum. Trey felt a pain in his balls as his orgasm was denied. He felt a burning through his dick as his balls attempted to push a few streams of cum out. He screamed out in agony as he experienced something that was not an orgasm but a slow, painful release of semen. It dribbled out the end of his cock. His balls never pumped, his cock never pulsated in that way so familiar to all men. Instead he went completely unrelieved as the cum leaked onto the cement floor. Trey needed to cum so badly that he felt it everywhere. He felt thirsty, he felt hungry, he felt like he itched all over; but it was merely his need to cum that was taking over his body and mind. He felt an incredible need to relieve pressure but it was impossible. His cock stayed hard, completely unsatisfied.

"You've made a mess my slave." Ashley said as she looked at the small drops of cum on the floor. Trey just hung his head, his eyes closed. Ashley stood and quickly ripped the tape off of Trey's mouth. The sharp pain on his face waked him from his hazy state. Ashley reached up and unlocked Trey's hands. Trey immediately fell to his knees. "I'm glad you've already assumed that position my pet. You need to clean up that mess you've made. Lick it all up little bitch. Lick up every last drop." Trey looked at the mess on the floor and then up to his mistress. She looked angrily down at him. "You are already going to be punished for cuming without asking permission, do you want to also be punished for disobeying my orders?" 

"No mistress." Trey managed to say through gritted teeth. 

"Then clean that mess." 

"Yes Mistress." 

Trey put his lips to the floor and started to gingerly lick his own cum. "Hurry up now, we don't have all night." Trey started taking bigger laps at the cum. The taste of it wasn't so bad, it was just knowing what it was that made Trey's stomach start to churn. He pushed through and managed to lick up all of his mess. "Good boy slave. Now I want you to lay on that bed over there, on your back." Trey looked and saw a bed in the corner of the basement. He slowly started to stand and Ashley pressed her food into his shoulders. "Bitches walk on all fours slave." Trey crawled over to the bed, pulled himself upon it, and layed down on his back.

Ashley had him stretch his legs and arms out and she securely attached them to the foot and head boards with rope. "Since you got to cum, it is now my turn." Ashley said. Trey resented that more than anything she'd yet said as what had happened to him was one of the most frustrating things he'd ever experienced, far from an orgasm. Trey's frustration slowly began to dissipate as the feeling in is cock and balls went away. He was also beginning to feel reinvigorated as he saw Ashley slowly start to take down her black thong. She hooked her thumbs onto it and let it slide down her beautiful legs. What she revealed was an amazing pussy. It was entirely hairless and completely smooth. It looked so youthful and pure that for a brief second Trey wondered if she was a virgin but such a thought was certainly preposterous.

Ashley stood on the bed straddling Trey, giving him a perfect view of her gorgeous snatch. She then lowered herself, kneeling over Trey's face with her vagina hovering just above his lips. His mouth was literally watering at the amazing site. "Do you want to taste this bitch?" 

"Yes please mistress!" Trey immediately answered. 

"Good boy, enjoy." she said as she lowered her pussy onto his mouth. Ashley commanded Trey to lick up, down, in, out over and over. She directed him exactly how she wanted to be licked. At the same time she was playing breath games with her slave. She would lower her pussy onto his mouth and, though for only a few seconds at a time, pinch his nose closed. Trey found the complete loss of control even over his own breathing to be absolutely intoxicating. He was now finally truly starting to give himself over to his mistress in a way he hadn't realized even existed in his most vivid fantasies. 

He fervently licked his beautiful, pale skinned, dark haired young mistress with everything he was worth. Soon he was bringing her to orgasm. Ashley screamed out as her slave expertly licked her to a powerful orgasm. With her juices covering Trey's face she slowly came down off of her high. She lay back on top of Trey, feeling his breathing underneath her. Right next to her face was Trey's penis, yet again rock hard and desiring contact. "Does my little slave want a real orgasm?" Trey's eyes lit up with animalistic desire. 

"Yes mistress, please mistress." 

"You've been a good slave, you've earned your orgasm." Ashley knelt over Trey's cock, aiming it up at her vagina. 

She slowly started to lower herself onto his dick. It was like having several tiny orgasms that totally took Trey's breath away as he, inch by inch, entered into his mistress, feeling her tightness and warmth. Soon she was all the way down to his pelvis, her vagina totally engulfing his rock hard cock. "Remember, you must ask me when you wish to cum." With that Ashley started riding her slaves cock. It felt large, warm, and fulfilling inside her. As she moved her hips back and forth Trey did what he could in his bound position to compliment her movements with his own. It wasn't long before the sight of his gorgeous mistress and the feeling of her pussy riding his dick while he was still mostly immobilized brought him to the brink of orgasm. 

"Mistress, may I please cum?" he asked. 

"Yes you may slave, cum in me. Fucking cum in me slave! Fill me with your bitch juice." Ashley rode Trey hard and he soon felt the cum burst through his dick into the womb of his mistress. Trey screamed in pleasure as the most powerful orgasm of his life shot through him and entered Ashley. She rode him fast and hard until his body finally stopped spasming

"Mmmm, very good slave. Now..." she said as she removed herself from his rod. "You must clean your mess." She again knelt over Trey's face and instructed him to clean his load out of her pussy with his tongue. As Trey licked Ashley spun around so that she was facing towards his feet. He continued licking as he felt Ashley playing with his now flaccid cock. He wondered if she'd want him to go again. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to get it up again. After a while Ashley was again entering into her own orgasm. She came on her slaves face once more before she climbed off and Trey was able to see what she was doing with his cock.

As he looked down he saw his penis in a plastic cage. He'd seen these before, he knew it was a male chastity device. "From now on you will only cum when you are with me slave. You are my slave and you are not allowed to enjoy your body without me present." 

Ashley untied Trey and sat on the bed next to him. She dropped the character of Mistress Ashley and was just back to being Ashley. "So did you enjoy your night Trey?" she asked. 

"Yes." Trey said. "I feel like I should say more, but, I don't even know what to say. It was the most amazing experience of my life." Ashley let the words linger in the air. She leaned in and gave Trey a big hug and kiss. 

"Good" she said. "I look forward to seeing you next weekend. I have many more things planned for you and I." 



Fantasies Fulfilled, All at Once



I was just a normal 18 year old guy when this great experience happened. I would have never saw it coming, because it's only something that I would dream about. I was a very horny individual, with a strong foot fetish. I also began to think I had a face-sitting fetish. I figured if I ever ate pussy, I wanted to be helplessly underneath her. The thought of an ass on my face also began to become a major turn on to me too...

Anyway, I was always looking for sites on these subjects. I didn't want anyone else to know so most of the time I would to everything possible to cover my tracks, like deleting my online history. Apparently I didn't do a very good job one time because two of my sister's friends saw everywhere I had been.

These two friends of her were two of the hottest girls I ever saw, both two years older than myself. Rachel was of perfect weight and height, 36C breasts, a perfect tan and long blonde hair. Stephanie was a brunette, a little bit larger but definitely not fat. Her tits were a marvelous 36D. She was also perfectly tanned.

So one day my sister had to go to work for 3 hours, and they all had been working on a school project. They stayed while my sister went to work to try to finish it.

At this point I was in my room masturbating most likely. But Stephanie and Rachel knew how to look up a history and decided to see where I had been. My account was usually logged on all day, so they were basically already there.

"I wonder what that kid likes to whack it to?" Rachel said.

"Probably something nasty," Stephanie replied.

They scrolled down the history list and couldn't believe their eyes. Titles such as FOOT FETISH - TOE SUCKING FOOT LICKING FUN and FORCED ASS WORSHIP stuck out like a sore thumb. They laughed hysterically. I could hear they from my room, but still didn't know what was going on and didn't pay attention to it.

"Foot fetish?! Ass worship?! I KNEW something was wrong with that boy!!" Stephanie howled.

Rachel had stopped laughing and had gone to one of the sites. The first page of it displayed a woman holding another woman's head into her ass. Rachel just stared at it and Stephanie couldn't believe it, but she saw Rachel's hand disappear into her jeans.

"Steph, is this turning you on at all?" Rachel asked lightly.

Stephanie was about to reply Hell no, but she began to think about it. This really was an erotic picture and her eyes hadn't left the screen either. She decided to give in.

" I...I guess it is..." she replied quietly.

She had always been a little bi-curious, and knew that Rachel was hot. She had never really considered doing anything sexual with her, but was thinking this may be the case.

"I can't believe I'm saying this Stephanie, but would you please lick me down there while I look at these pictures?"

By this time Stephanie's hand had found home too. Rachel's voice seemed distant, but she heard the words. She was so turned on that she replied "I'd love too."

Stephanie knelt down in front of Rachel. She unzipped her fly to reveal orange panties with a growing wet spot. She slowly pulled them off and started into Rachel's hairy pussy. She licked her lips and put her face in.

"Oh my God Steph, I am SO horny. It feels so good please don't stop."

Stephanie couldn't believe she was doing this, but loved it none the less. She licked madly at Rachel's cunt, listening to her increasing moans of pleasure. Rachel was staring at pictures of women sitting on each other's faces, while the woman underneath was forced to lick her ass. She gave out one last moan and came all over Stephanie.

"Oh my god...that was so intense..." Rachel said with a sigh.

Stephanie had loved every minute of it, and hadn't wanted it to stop.

"That was one of the best experience I ever had," she said.

"I agree... I think we should go thank Max for letting us stumble upon this." Rachel said.

Stephanie was still very hot and quickly agreed.

They quietly went upstairs and entered my room. I was sitting on the floor with my hands in my pants, watching porno. I yelped and shut off the TV and screamed "What are you doing in here?!"

"We saw what sites you've been visiting, Max." Rachel said.

"Yes, they are very...interesting," Stephanie said after.

"Wh...What are you t-talking about?" I stumbled. It began to dawn on me what they were talking about and I began to feel sick to my stomach.

"Those were some very naughty sites, Max-y" Rachel said, with both of them coming closer. "And you know exactly what we're talking about."

I didn't know what to say.

"Please, please don't tell my sister! I'll do anything, please just don't tell!"

"Now now Max, you have the wrong idea," Rachel said, slowly approaching me. "We want to help you fulfill those fantasies," she whispered.

I froze. I couldn't believe it. Was she serious? Was she bull-shitting me? I didn't know, but my cock was rock hard in an instant.

"You...You do?" I stumbled.

She nodded. She told me to sit in my chair. She then slowly lifted up her shirt, over her head, and tossed it carelessly aside. Then she started to take off her bra. It came off and exposed the loveliest set of tits I ever saw. I let out a yelp of excitement.

She giggled, and then began to unzip her pants. She pulled them all the way off, exposing orange panties that were very wet. This is a good sign, I thought. She pulled of the panties, and tossed them to me.

"You can keep these," she said with a giggle.

"Th-h-ank you," I mumbled. I was so horny by now that I lifted them to my face and inhaled the heavenly scent.

"Oops... Can't forget these, now, can we?" she said. She peeled off her socks exposing lovely tanned feet with purple toe nails. I stared hard.

She then walked over to Stephanie, slowly undressing her. She had even better tits, with a perfect ass. I began to realize what was about to happen and nearly fainted.

"Now, I saw on your favorite sites that you like feet, ass, and to be dominated... let's see if we can do three at once, shall we?" Rachel said.

With my mouth agape, I nodded stupidly.

"Go lay on your bed," Stephanie told me, not asking.

I walked over and laid down. Rachel pulled my sweater off and stroked my chest. Stephanie started to take off my pants, revealing my bulge concealing boxers. She pulled them off, exposing my hard dick. She lightly licked from the shaft to the tip.

An intense wave of pleasure went through me. I couldn't believe this. It couldn't be better, I thought, but was soon proved wrong.

"Now listen, you perverted little shit," Rachel said, apparently already playing the dominant role. "First, Stephanie is going to sit on your face. You will tongue her asshole until she comes hard. If you do a good job on her, I'll reward you. Her moans will tell me how good you do. Got it?"

It sounded great, but I was uneasy about Stephanie's ass. I loved jerking off to those pictures, but was I willing to do it? I didn't know...

"Having doubts?" Rachel snapped. "Tough shit. Steph, get on his face."

Stephanie crawled on top of me and turned around. She hovered her ass above my face, and at that moment I knew I wanted her to very badly. I heard Rachel get on the bed. Slowly, Stephanie began to come down onto my face.

Then I was there. Her hot ass cheeks that I had masturbated thinking about so many times were covering my face. I savored the moment, then began to lick blindly.

"Ohhh, this is SO erotic," I heard Stephanie say.

I finally got the taste, and although I thought it would be bad, it was great. I was loving this so much that I lost all control and lapped madly at Stephanie's asshole.

"Ohh my GOD Max, lick faster, OOOh yeees!" She screamed.

I then began to stick my tongue in her hole. My lips wrapped around it and I licked all that I could inside, her cheeks beginning to get sweaty as they grinded at my face.

"Give him it Rachel, this is SOOO great!" Stephanie screamed.

I felt something wrapping around my cock. It startled me for a minute, but then I began to realize it was Rachel's feet. I felt her silky sole going up my shaft and her toes grip the head. I felt her other toes rubbing my balls.

I couldn't believe the heaven I was in. I never wanted this to end. It was the best feeling I ever experienced. I reached up blindly and felt Stephanie's tits. Her nipples were very hard, and her tits felt so large. I squeezed and caressed them, then moved one hand down to her pussy and began to finger her.

"Ohhhhhh Max, I am going to cum SO hard!" Stephanie screamed.

Rachel told me to do a thumbs up when I was going to cum. It was soon, but I really wanted to feel Stephanie cum all over my face. I managed to get her to turn around so I was under her pussy. I replaced my finger into her asshole, putting one then two fingers in. I licked madly at her clit, her screams of pleasure music to my ears. I couldn't hold it anymore, the feeling of my tongue in her pussy, my fingers in her asshole, and Rachel's feet on my dick. I gave one quick thumbs up.

Rachel then removed her feet and shoved my fully hard dick into her mouth. She sucked madly and I came so hard in her mouth, and went into ecstasy at how good it all felt. Stephanie wanted to taste my cum, so she licked my cock cleaning it up, then grabbed Rachel and kissed her passionately, tasting my jizz from her mouth.

Things got even steamier after, but that's another story...