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Kim

By: HerCuckman



"Kim, we need to talk." I said rather sternly.

My wife of five years had just walked into our house. Her long dark brown hair had red and blond highlights that contrasted with her deep blue eyes. She was wearing a white blouse that showed lots of cleavage, a black knee length skirt, black stockings and high healed pumps. Turning to me she saw me sitting on the couch rather agitated and holding a manila envelope. 

Hesitantly she asked, "What's wrong?"

"How long have you been cheating on me?" I asked in a steady slightly menacing voice as my eyes bored into hers.

"Uh." she started to panic. "I ... a ... well I ... never cheated on you. What would give you that idea?" Her hands flickered around in a nerviness gesture before they fell to the top button of her blouse which she began to unbutton. 

I just sat there watching her as she slowly shed her blouse then her skirt before I told her to stop. "Look at this and tell me you never cheated on me." Opening the manila envelop I pulled out a black and white eight by ten glossy and handed it to my half naked wife.

Taking the photo in her neatly manicured hand I wondered how many cocks she held and jerked off with her lovely hand. Turning my gaze away from her hand I saw the color drain from her face. "Oh god." she blubbered as she felt to her knees at my feet dropping the picture of herself totally naked as she leaned back while riding the cock of some other man. I rather liked that photo, the pure rapture of carnal pleasure consuming her face, her large pert breast thrusting skyward with her nipples fully erect, her body glistening with perspiration. The photographer did a wonderful job capturing her in the heat of a very intense orgasm. "Oh god. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Don't leave me." she sobbed.

"If you want me to stay you must confess everything to me. Every little indiscretion, every time you have kissed another man or felt his cock I want to know about it."

Looking up at me her face red and puffy from her crying. Her mascara flowing down her her face discoloring it. "Please. Can't you just forget the past? I am sorry oh so sorry." she pleaded.

"No." I said flatly and firmly. "The first step in saving our marriage is for you to confess your infidelity. So what is it to be? Confession or divorce?"

Looking up at me from where she was kneeling on the floor before me her face was pleading. Taking a deep breath her chest expanded stretching her already too small bra almost to its braking point. "Ca ... can I take a shower and clean up first?" 

"Sure." I told her.

Slowly she stood up and was a little unsteady on her six inch stiletto heals. Reaching behind her she unsnapped her bra and with a shrug of her shoulders it fell to floor. "I do love you. I really do. Please don't throw me out. If you do I will die of a broken heart before our kids are grown." She turned on her heals and sauntered away up the stairs to our bedroom swishing her very fine panty clad ass leaving me sitting on that couch with a hard on.

My love for her never wavered not for one moment. When I was given those pictures I was angry and I felt betrayed. Jealousy didn't come into play till I had studied the pictures and saw how much joy she had with that other man. 

Wondering how long she had been unfaithful I ran down to the drug store and bought a couple of those DNA test kits. Our oldest (Sara) was five. She was born six months after we got married. 

While waiting for the DNA test to come back I took a closer look at our two girls. By the time the results came I no longer cared if they were mine or not. I would love them as if they were mine no matter who the sperm donor was.

Getting off the couch I retrieved the photo that Kim dropped reminding myself that I needed to get it framed. Following the path my wife took moments earlier I discovered her panties laying on the hall floor just outside our bedroom. Picking them I inhaled their musky odder. She was doing her best to try and use her charms to persuade me to relent and forgive her.

Once I was in our bedroom I took all the pictures out and laid them on the bed next to each other while listing to the shower running in our bathroom. Picking up that first photo I sat in the chair in the corner of our bedroom. It was hard but I resisted the urge to pull my cock out and masturbate.

The shower stopped running but my wife didn't emerge from the bathroom for a few more minutes. When she did all she had on was a towel. "I don't know how the photographer did it," I said as I was still looking at the photo in my hand. "But he was able to covertly take a photo of you that I have to say is the most beautiful photo of you." Turning the picture so she could see it. "The guy is an artist. I think we should frame it and hang it over the bed."

Her face paled again. "Please don't. I would be mortified if the girls saw it."

"Actually they already saw them."

"What!" Kim shrieked. "You showed our daughters porn of their mother?" She was mortified as she collapsed to the floor sobbing.

"I didn't show it to them. They found them. Sara it turns out is a little snoop. I thought I hid them very well in my office downstairs but it didn't take her long to find them."

"They hate me now don't they?" sobbed my wife. "They must think I am a cheating whore. Not to mention that they will be scared for life."

"I am not sure if they know what a whore is. As for them being traumatized by those pictures, I don't think so. Now if when I had found her looking at those pictures and screamed at her and punished her then that would most likely traumatize her." Looking at the picture again. "It was Sara's idea that I get it framed. She wanted to put it in the living room so that everyone could see how beautiful you are."

"Wha ... What about Megan?"

"She is two. She didn't understand the signifies of the pictures and didn't seem to care. Sara on the other hand did. She came running to me holding one of the pictures yelling 'Look daddy. Mommy is trying to make another baby with someone else. Can we keep it?' I nearly chocked when she said that." 

Looking back at my wife as she lay crumpled on the floor with her towel no longer covering her breasts or one of her hips. "Kim, I am wondering. He isn't wearing a rubber in any of these pictures. Did you use any protection with him?"

Kim nodded. "Most of the time when I was in my unsafe time I used my diaphragm." She had never taken the pill a day in her life.

"And the other times?" I prodded.

"We went bare." she said slowly causing my cock to get even harder.

"How many times has he cum in your cunt?"

"I don't know."

"Not even a rough figure?"

"I don't keep track of things like that." she snapped.

"You must have some guess as to how many times. A round figure will do. Ten, twenty, fifty, over a hundred times?"

"Defiantly more than a hundred." she confessed.

"How many times without protection?"

"More times than you have been in me without protection."

"So are you going to have his love child next?"

"What? No. Why would you ask that?"

"For one the unprotected sex you just mentioned and the other is that it wouldn't have been the first time." Here eyes got huge. "Who is the father of our daughters?"

"You are dear."

"No I am not. At least not biologically."

"How can you say such a thing? You are their father."

"DNA tests don't lie." Leaning forward I continued. "Don't worry. I wont abandon our daughters even if you didn't conceive them with me. In fact the test said that they each have a different father."

My wife slumped in defeat. It felt like a hollow victory. Why couldn't she have been upfront with her indiscretions. I never cared if the children weren't mine. They came from her and I still loved her despite her cheating and lying to me. "Tell me everything or we are through."

"If I do you wont leave me?" A look of hope sprang to life in her eyes. 

I couldn't dash that hope and totally destroy her. I still loved her very much. "I am not going to make any promises but unless you do tell me everything there is no hope for us. Trust is one of the foundations that a marriage stands on, without trust the marriage crumbles and falls."

"OK." she said, "I will confess." Taking a deep breath she continued, "But before I do can I ask what gave me away? What did I do that made you get a P.I. to spy on me?"

"Nothing, but when I saw those pictures things began to jell and I realized that you had been cheating on me for a long time. But I didn't hire anyone to spy on you." Pointing to the pictures, "They were given to me by Ronda. The wife of the guy you are fucking in those pictures. She suspected that he was cheating on her for some time so she hired a lawyer. The investigator worked for the lawyer. She is in the process of divorcing your friend. Still that wasn't enough for her, she wanted to hurt you for your part of the affair so she gave me those pictures in the hope I would do my worst to you." Pausing, "That was nearly two weeks ago she gave them to me."

"Why did you hold off so long before confronting me?" She said as she got up leaving the towel on the floor. Walking over to the bed she looked over the pictures before pushing a few aside so she could sit down.

"Why?" I asked. "I was angry but also turned on by what I saw in those pictures. I decided to try and clear my head and figure out what I wanted to do before I did anything rash that I would regret. Then when I saw you that night all I could think about was how you looked getting fucked and how hot you were. If you remember we had an incredible night of sex."

Kim gestured with her finger toward the pictures on the bed. "These turned you on to give me those incredible orgasms?" I just nodded my head yes. She smiled and continued, "If I knew that I would never had hid my cheating from you." Getting off the bed she sauntered over to me and took the picture from my hand. "Go ahead and frame it. I want you to look at it every night as we go to bed to remind you that I need lots of pleasure or I will stray." 

Setting the picture aside she reached for my belt and undid my pants. As she pulled my pants down my hard cock sprang free. Kneeling down in front of me she took me in her mouth and sucked me till I started to squirm. Getting up she straddled me impaling herself on my spear of flesh. She rocked back and forth as she fucked me till I blasted a huge load of cum into her sending her off into a screaming orgasm.

As she came down from her orgasm she said, "Darling, I will tell you everything. Just be patient with me since it is a long story."

"I guess I can do that. But there is one more condition." I told her as I rand my hands up and down her naked sides.

"Oh? What is it?" she asked.

"In the future if you do end up spreading your legs for some other man you are not to lie to me about it or deceive me. You need to keep me informed about your dalliances."

"Don't worry baby, my cheating days are over." She kissed me.

"Please don't fool yourself. I don't think you have the will power to resist a good hard fucking." Sliding my hand down to her flat stomach I rubbed her belly. "So why don't you start at the beginning and tell me how you walked down the aisle to me on our wedding day with another man's child growing in your belly."

"OK." she said. "When we first started dating I was dating a few other men till things between us got serious. I stopped seeing the others, well mostly stopped, I don't think I have been faithful to you for more than six months. I was elated when you proposed and I decided to forgo anyone else for the rest of my life. As the wedding drew nearer I started getting second thoughts. Three months before our day I found myself calling Ian an old boyfriend. He never wanted me to leave him but he just wasn't right for me. His cock felt great inside me though.

"Well he sensed my apprehension about getting married and the next thing I knew he was knocking on my door. I shouldn't have let him in but I did. We talked for a while and we ended up first cuddling then the next thing I knew we were both naked and having sex. His bare cock felt great in my pussy and I enjoyed every moment of it egging him on to fuck me, to cum in me. He did. I lost count of how many times he dumped his seed into me. 

"We spent a long weekend together naked in bed. By the time he had to leave he left me pregnant. I didn't know what to do when I found out. I called him with the news but he told me to get lost, that I was just a cheap tramp. I felt so dejected and didn't get out of bed for a week.

"When I realized that you hadn't given up on me even though we hadn't seen much of each other that month I fell in love with you again. You were my knight in shinning armor whisking me off to be your princess. I wanted to tell you that I let another man knock me up but I thought if I did I would loose you for ever. So I decided to live a lie rather than risk loosing you.

"It wasn't till after we got back from our honeymoon before I cheated on you again. A friend of my dad's, Jim, had a fetish for pregnant girls and he came onto me and I accepted with my legs wide open. We saw each other maybe three times a week over the next five months before I broke it off with him."

As she was telling me her story I started getting hard again so Kim stroked my cock back to life before slipping it back inside her hot sopping wet pussy. Slowly she rode me trying to make it last.

"After Sara was born I didn't want anything in my pussy for a while. That was till nearly she was two months old. One of the guys I work with came over for a visit, his name was Devin. He used the excuse about some account I had been working on before I took my maternity leave. When he left I had a pussy full of his cum. 

"Our affair lasted three years. He would visit me at least once a week till I whet back to work. Not long after my return he got promoted and became my boss. He had some special duties for me. Every morning I sucked his cock till he came in my mouth. I loved it, I reveled in it, I became the queen bitch in his department. If it wasn't for the fact that I was very good at what I did I probably would have been fired.

"It wasn't just blow jobs with him. We also fucked, not every day but some days more than once. When he went out of town on business trips he would take me along even if I wasn't needed. A few of those times he let the client use me to close a deal. I really didn't mind. If it was my fertile time I would use my diaphragm and if the guy he had me sleep with looked at all dirty or sleazy I made them wear a rubber too.

"Our affair ended when he got transferred to the other side of the country. He knew it was coming and wanted to take me with him but we couldn't figure a way to do it. I wouldn't leave you. Instead I stopped using my diaphragm with him all together. I found out I was pregnant with Megan the day before he left for his new job. He was delighted that I was carrying his child. Every Christmas since then I send him a new picture of our daughter.

"I didn't cheat on you for a few months after that till one day as I happened to stop by my mom's and there was my dad's friend Jim, the one with the pregnant fetish. We picked up like we hadn't stopped. This time he fucked me all the way till the day I gave birth to Megan. He was the one who drove me to the hospital because he had just came in me when I started to go into labor. Since then I have only slept with him a few dozen times telling him that he might get lucky and give me another baby. And no, I didn't use any protection with him. 

"After Megan was born I took maternity leave again. She was three months old when Mike there," she pointed at the pictures, "and his wife moved in down the street. Their dog had gotten loose and he knocked on our door to ask if I had seen it. He was hot and I was in my baggy sweets and no makeup yet he still made a pass at me. Before he left to find his dog he nailed me. Ever since then we have been having an affair. 

"I may have had only four major lovers besides you but I have had over a hundred different flings and one night stands. I have even let a few of my lovers pay for the privilege. So yes I am a whore but I only risked pregnancy with a very select few. I mainly used my diaphragm since I don't care much for rubbers."

Kim continued to slowly rock back and forth on my cock. "I don't think I have ever seen your diaphragm leave the house."

"I have a overnight bag in my car that I keep several pairs of sexy lingerie along with my toiletries, a few changes of undies and another diaphragm along with a bunch of condoms." Smiling she added, "I am a prepared slut."

"When was the last time you saw Mike?"

"About a week ago. Haven't heard from him since which is strange."

"Do you want to continue seeing him?"

"He is one of the best fucks I have ever had. So yes I would."

"If you do. Don't forget that I must be informed."

She started rocking faster on my cock. "Do you want me to go find him and bring home my pussy full of his cum?" I just grunted yes. "Do you want me to forget to put my diaphragm in and risk getting pregnant by him?"

"Oh yes." I grunted. "I want to see your belly growing large with his child." Moaning I came in my wife's cunt for the second time that day. We cuddled for a while in that chair.

"Honey. Where are the kids?"

"They are at your Mom's. I told her that we needed to work a few things out if our marriage was to survive so she offered to watch the girls for a few days at least." I nuzzled her lovely large breasts.

"Dose she know what we are working out?"

"Yes. She knew before I did that you had been cheating on me." Leaning back I continued, "She did say something odd. She told me that she hopped that I was more understanding than your dad."

"Dad caught mom having an affair and left her and us kids." Getting up off my lap she stood before me and asked, "Where you serious when you said you wanted Mike to knock me up?"

"Only if that is what you want. I wont make you sleep with anyone you don't want to."

She licked her lips and said, "I had been thinking about having his baby for some time now." Turning she sauntered back into the bathroom. "I need to clean myself up and take out my diaphragm before I give my future baby daddy a call."

Pulling up my pants I gathered up all the photos and put them back into the manila envelope. Ten minutes latter my wife walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around me and pulled her naked body into me. Whispering into my ear she asked, "So, do I get a reprieve and get to stay your loving wife?"

"For now. Your summery of your extramarital love life was fascinating but I want a lot more detail." Turning to face my wife while still in her embrace I kissed her.

"It might take years to tell you all that you want."

"That is understandable. Not to mention what new adventures you will have over the years to tell me." Kim giggled and told me that she knew there had to be a reason she loved me.

Braking our embrace Kim walked downstairs to retrieve her cellphone from her purse. I followed her if for no reason other than to see my sexy naked wife walk through the house. Selecting a number she placed a call. Putting her phone to her ear she waited. "Hi lover. ... How is my stud doing? I haven't heard from you in a week. ... Oh shit that sucks. ... So where are you staying? ... You know what could make you feel better? My hot moist pussy. ... I am actually standing my living room totally naked. ... Oh you know it. How about we meet some place and you can take me for a ride." 

I got my wife's attention and shook my head then motioned for him to bring hem here. Smiling at me Kim continued her phone conversation. "A hotel would be nice but why not my place. My kids are at my mom's and my husband is away for a while. ... Maybe if we play our cards right you can spend the entire night with me. ... Sure. See you soon lover." Closing her cellphone she said, "He will be here in quarter of an hour. Go hide as I put something sexy on."


Kim



Twenty minutes latter my wife sat in the living room wearing a thigh length nighty that was partially transparent. It was sexy as hell on my wife's hot body. I had all the lights off but a couple in the living room and one by the bed as I hid in the shadows above the stairs. From my vantage point I could see the living room.

The door bell rang. Kim got up and answered it. The man in the photos was standing there smiling. They quickly embraced and their lips met. His hands roamed around my wife's backside. Braking the kiss Kim pulled him into the living room where they embraced in another steamy kiss. 

Mike worked my wife's nighty up over her head as she worked his belt and pants off. Falling backwards on the couch Kim pulled Mike down on top of her. He quickly took advantage of his position between her legs. Slowly at first he worked his huge cock into my wife's wet cunt building in speed till he was jack hammering into her. 

Kim began moaning that quickly built up to a guttural scream as she came. Squeezing Mike with both her legs and arms he quickly followed and came in my wife. Unlike myself earlier there was no barrier stopping his seed from getting to her eggs.

They lay in each others arms for a few minutes catching their breath. Pushing himself up Mike knelt on the couch between my wife's legs with his shrinking cock still inside her. I saw him smile as his eyes worked their way down her naked panting body. "Thanks," he said. "I needed that. It has been a rough week."

"How come you didn't tell me that Ronda is leaving you?"

"I ah," he stammered, "It was complicated. I didn't want to drag you into the middle of that."

"You dragged me into the middle of it when you first put your cock in me."

Mike pulled his cock out of my wife and got off the couch. Pulling up his pants he said, "Maybe I should get going."

"Why?" Kim asked him. "I would rather you stay the night."

"You would huh?" Mike asked. Kim nodded her head yes. "Sure. I have longed to spend the entire night with you. So where is your husband?"

"Dose it matter?" she smiled. "Or do you want to call him and ask his permission to ravage me some more?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea. I just don't want him walking in on us."

"Don't worry about him." Kim said as she got up off the couch. Taking Mike's hand she said, "Come. Lets go upstairs." Mike held up his pants as Kim led him to our bed.

I quickly got into my hiding place in the closet before the two lovers entered. Mike quickly got out of the rest of his cloths before joining my wife in our bed. They cuddled and kissed before he mounted her again. Having already cum in my wife earlier he lasted much longer. Between two of her orgasms he gave her she told him, "I am not using protection with you anymore."

"I am not pulling out." Mike grunted between thrusts into my wife.

"You better not." moaned my wife. "Cum in me. Knock me up." They both came together.

As they cuddled again in post-coital Mike asked my wife, "Since I am free of my wife why don't you leave your husband. We wouldn't have to sneak around anymore." He kissed my wife.

"Sorry. I am not leaving my husband. I love him too much."

"And yet you sleep around. Nice way to show him how much you love him." He casually played with one of her erect nipples with his finger. "What do you think he would do if he found out about us?"

"That sounds too much like a threat." Kim answered him with a hint of danger in her voice. 

"I am just saying what if." He kissed her. "Do you think he would keep you around?"

"He already knows." she answered as her hand found his dick and began stroking it.

"He dose?" Mike said in shock. Kim nodded her head. "And he didn't kick you out or leave you?"

"No." Kim answered. Her hand was having a hardening effect on his cock. "After he found out he gave me permission to continue our affair."

"Not even if I get you pregnant?"

"Nope." she gripped his cock and squeezed it hard. "I am not going to leave my husband and if you don't stop this nagging you will never get to fuck me again. I love what your cock dose to me but that is all. Even if something did happened and I ended up divorced or worse I would not shack up with you."

"Ahh." he groaned. "Point taken."

"Good." Kim said. Rolling on top of him she straddled him while still holding his cock but not so tightly. Aiming it at her pussy she sat down on it. Impaling herself on his cock she began riding him like a bucking broncho. "Oh god fuck me." she screamed. "Knock me up like the cheating whore I am."

Sliding herself up and down his cock she tossed her head back and loudly moaned, "OH God! I love your fat cock." Her body writhing with pleasure my wife looked beyond beautiful as she rode his potent cock. I didn't last as long and came all over the inside of our closet before he added his third load of the night into my wife's receptive fertile womb.

It wasn't the last time he came in her that night. Twice more he filled her before they drifted off to sleep allowing me to sneak out our closet. I spend the rest of the night in bed of one of our daughters. 

The following morning I awoke to the sound of them fucking again. Getting up I snuck back to our room and peered in and saw my wife kneeling on our bed with her face down in a pillow as Mike fucked her from behind. Her large breasts hung down and swayed back and forth with each of his thrust. Grunting He came in her again before he got dressed and left.

Hearing him drive off I came out of hiding and found my wife laying still naked on our bed. She looked warn out but happy, her pussy was red and puffy leaking Mike's cum. "How are you this morning?" I asked her.

Looking up at me she smiled, "Happy and satisfied. My love."

Sitting down on the bed next to her I ran my hand over her flat sexy belly. "So do you think he got you in the family way yet?"

"Maybe." She said. "Too soon to tell. I will just have to keep trying till I am."

Chuckling I leaned down and kissed her on her mouth. "I guess you will." Stripping my cloths off I climbed on top of my wife and eased my cock into her well lubricated cunt. I fucked her forcing his cum back into her womb. Kim was quick to cum for me as I neared my own orgasm I pulled out and came all over her belly and breasts.

For the next two months Kim dated Mike. She would spend two or three evening with Mike in his new apartment and all of Friday night with him. Each time he took her she continued to not use any protection and at the end of those two months we had gotten what we wanted. Kim was pregnant for the third time by someone other than myself.

One night shortly after my wife found out that she was pregnant she came home from Mike's apartment with a red mark on her face similar to that of a hand imprint. "What happened to you? Are you all right?" I asked in alarm.

"I am ..." Pausing she sat down. "OK."

"What happened?" I repeated.

Kim pulled a piece of paper from her purse and handed it to me. Taking the paper I looked at before I slowly began to understand what it was.

"I have been subpenaed." She said half in shock. "Ronda walked up me and slapped me then handed me that. Telling me that I have been served." She lightly touched the mark on her left cheek. "She called me a home wreaking whore then spat in my face."

Not wanting to go to jail for perjury Kim told the truth at the divorce hearing. The result was that Mike got taken to the cleaners by his ex. He felt betrayed by my wife and threatened her. Big mistake. Especially since he did it in court in front of the judge. After spending a few night in jail and a stern warning from the judge he walked out of our lives never to return. 

While I got off on Mike impregnating my wife I didn't want him to remain in our lives. She is my wife and as far as I am concerned as long as the men she sleeps with just stay sex toys for her I am fine with her sleeping around. It is when they want to be more apart of her life than sex buddies or occasional friends that I draw a line at. 

Mike wasn't Kim's last extramarital lover nor was he the last to father a child with my wife. Maybe some day I will wright about those adventures.



Kim



WARNING!

This one is very different from anything I've written before, and I'm not sure what led me to write it, because it wasn't always easy. Like climbing a mountain I guess, because it's there. Some of my fans will perhaps wonder what's got into me, and it will give my detractors plenty of ammunition to throw at me, but works by good writers like Clarkovens, Xleglover and others have a big following, so hopefully some of you out there will like it.

Another point 

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wasn't a detective!

Tom Clancy probably never killed anybody, and was certainly never the US President.

It wasn't Jesus, or God for that matter who wrote the bible.

So readers, don't mix ME up with any of the characters in this story, because that is what it is. A STORY! 

Don't expect a high score, but comments, all of them as long as they aren't mindless rants, are welcome. So whether you love it or love to hate it, please enjoy it. 

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My wife Kim is, or should I say was, an extremely attractive young lady. I don't mean that she's not attractive any more; just that she's not my wife any longer. Not saying that I'm especially happy that we're not still married, but eventually I was left with no option. Even though it was certainly partly my fault to begin with, Kim really shouldn't have taken it as far as she did.

I guess you'll want to know why now, and I guess I've got to get it off my chest sooner or later.

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It all started one Friday evening when we were both out for a night on the town. We were on our own, no kids on the scene yet to worry about, simply wanting to blow off steam after what had been a gruelling week of work for the two of us. We'd eaten, and very nice it was, and had strolled around the centre of town, eventually settling on a trendy looking bar on the ground floor of one of the best hotels in town. The Bacardi and coke was apparently good, and I could personally vouch for the quality of the real ale they were serving. The music was very much to our liking and Kim had even persuaded me to get up from my stool and join her on the small dance floor. You may have guessed that dancing wasn't exactly my favoured pastime, but the envious looks I always got from other guys when I got up and held my blonde, slim, long legged Kim in my arms, usually persuaded me to make the effort.

"Give me a break please Kim," I eventually pleaded, totally unable to actually match the way she undulated back and forward, the short skirt and somewhat skimpy top that she'd chosen to wear that evening, making the whole thing a joy to watch.

"Ok Mark," she agreed with a smile. "I could do with a drink."

And so I led her back to our table, not knowing that it would possibly be the last time I would ever do so.

"Sorry, is this your table?" A man, leaping to his feet as we got back to our drinks, greeted us. "I'm waiting for some friends and there was nobody sitting here."

"That's Ok," I assured him.

"There's only the two of us. No need to leave," my wife somewhat surprised me with. There were probably other seats somewhere, though I must confess the place had filled up quite a bit since we'd been dancing.

"Thanks," he grinned at us, lowering himself back down again. "I'm Chris by the way. Are you staying at the hotel?"

"No, just out for the night," Kim replied, "I'm Kim and this is my hubby Mark."

We chatted away quite happily, Chris explaining that he was staying at the hotel over the week-end, and was there to meet up with three locals, to discuss the possibility of setting up an off shoot of his company in the area. He was into mechanical widgets or some such things, which was not anything that I knew about, though by chance, my wife Kim did. 

They chatted amiably for some time, sort of comparing notes with what his outfit did and how the company that she worked for overlapped. I wouldn't say I was feeling left out of it, but I was beginning to hope his expected guests would not be too long so that I could reclaim my wife's attention, but in that regard I soon found myself thwarted.

"Couldn't help noticing what a great dancer your wife was Mark," Chris suddenly said, directing his attention back to me. "Would you mind if I asked her to dance?"

Couldn't really say no, and indeed had no reason to. Chris seemed like a nice enough sort of guy and had bothered to ask me first, and besides Kim was giving me 'that' look that was threatening me with unspeakable things if I refused. Duly, he graciously offered her his hand, and I watched as he whisked her off onto the dance floor, where he made a damn site better job of it than I'd managed earlier. The remainder of the fast number that had been playing soon ended, and he confidently took my wife in his arms as slower music took its place, holding her close, but in fairness, not too close. 

They looked good together. 

Too bloody good if I was being honest, but after just the one dance he bought her back, and I felt myself relaxing and my pulse rate dropping. No harm done after all.

"Ah! Here are my friends at last," Chris announced as three young men, about our age approached the table, all smiles for Chris, but unable to keep their interest in Kim from their faces, probably wondering where she fitted in. Chris made the introductions, called the waiter over to order some drinks, and just naturally included the two of us. Soon discovering that I had a mutual interest in classic cars with one of them, Ben, I found myself engrossed in the relative merits of replacing the ignition system with the more reliable electronic method, now available on the market that could be hidden away unseen inside the standard rota cap. Meanwhile Kim found herself, not surprisingly, the centre of attention as John and Mike, along with Chris obviously, decided that she was, at least for that evening, more interesting than their silly widget things. 

Over the next couple of hours; pleasant ones as I remember them, a fair amount of alcohol was consumed, any amount of amusing nonsense was spouted, and one by one Kim danced with all four of them. I was by then far more relaxed about how close they might be holding Kim in their arms, though I did note with some amusement that she was only invited up to dance when slow numbers were being played. 

What the hell! She was enjoying herself, and I was enjoying watching her having such a good time. So a few hands wandered where, arguably, they shouldn't have ought to have been. None of them pushed their luck too far, and it was a pleasure to watch my lovely wife revelling in the attention that was being heaped upon her. 

It was getting late; I'd had more than enough to drink, enough that I was grateful that I'd not driven our car into town that night. I was just looking forward to saying goodnight to our newfound friends and getting Kim back home and into our bed, when those plans were aborted.

"Right Chris," I heard one of them, I think Mike, say. "We'll get a couple of bottles and see you up in your room."

"Room 345," he called out. "On the third floor."

"Where else would it be?" Giggled Kim. Now Kim could hold her drink, but like me, like all of us, she'd had a few.

"Hang on a minute," I mumbled, not having agreed to go up to anyone's room.

"Come on lazybones," Kim teased me. "We've got a party to go to."

Now in the cold light of dawn, and later on I found myself there, a party with one somewhat scantily clad and very pretty young women and five men should have set my alarm bells ringing. The fact that we'd all had a good bit to drink should have multiplied my concerns, but it was probably that same drink that drowned them. A few minutes later and all six of us were trudging over to the escalators, laughing and joking, Kim giggling as she playfully patted away hands that were trying to take advantage, while I, maybe fool that I was, joined in the fun.

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You may be surprised, and you may be even disappointed to hear that once we got up to Chris's suite, everything settled down a bit. Kim plonked herself down into one of the armchairs, and us five guys sort of milled around, dismissing our politicians and anyone else we could think of as being incapable, even though of course not one of us had any hands on experience of such things.

Then Chris fiddled with the TV and found some music!

"Who's going to dance with me?" Cried out Kim, leaping to her feet, and grabbing Ben, who happened to be the nearest man.

Then the rest of us fell silent as we watched the lucky bastard pull Kim up close and dance, if you could call it that, with her, grinding himself against her in what was more of a mating ritual. I just sat there with a grin on my face, when perhaps with hindsight I should have been studying the lustful looks that were being directed at Kim.

"Me next," claimed Mike when the music changed, Ben reluctantly releasing her into the other man's grasp, who proceeded to make the most of his good fortune, his wandering hands even more adventurous than they had been before. Not that Kim offered any objection, while I sat there with an amused or should I say bemused grin on my face.

John, when he claimed his turn, upped the ante, cautiously, glancing at me a few times to gauge my reaction, flipping open a couple of the buttons that ran all the way down the back of Kim's top. I found myself shrugging my shoulders rather than what I probably should have done, while the other three edged him on. When the third button flipped open however, I came to my senses, calling out, "Hang on there."

John reluctantly released his hold on Kim, and she stepped away from him, looking up at me with a confused look on her face.

"Better do me up honey," she asked me, offering her back to me. "They're getting a bit cheeky."

"Right," I responded, but despite my concerns, doing just one of the buttons back up.

"You sure about this Mark?" Kim whispered to me, aware that I'd left the top two still open, the look on her face now more uncertain than confused.

"Not really," I mumbled back, maybe stupidly. "Enjoy yourself, but be careful."

With a nod, Kim stepped over to Chris, aware as he was, of what an open invitation the undone buttons were to take the matter further, and abandoned her self into his welcoming embrace, engulfed by him, Chris being noticeably the largest of us all. Not just large but also not stupid, as one by one, he snapped open the six remaining buttons that held her blouse together, the others looking on, holding their breath to see if she would let him get away with it, or that I would step in again, unaware that I was holding my breath as well.

She let him, the merest glance in my direction to see how I was taking it, accepting his actions when I made no sign to stop them.

Not only that but once fully undone, Chris started to gently ease her top forward, inch by painful inch, slipping the flimsy material forward over her shoulders and starting to slide it down her arms.

"Hang on! Hang on just a minute," she squealed, shoving him away and clutching at her blouse, pulling it back up to cover her skimpy little bra. Standing there like a terrified deer cornered by a pack of wolves, and not knowing whether to run or surrender.

"Mark," she called out to me, staring wildly at me, uncertainty mixed with lust written all over her face. "What the hell are we doing?"

"I don't know Kim," I responded dumbly, totally unable to think it through clearly, wildly excited by what was happening, the whole thing so very far outside of any previous experience.

Perhaps seeing their opportunity slipping away, this time Mike and Ben together stepped up to Kim, and the pair of them started to caress her, running their hands down her back, down her arms, and through her hair. Then more boldly squeezing her bottom, Mike pulling her towards him and forcing his lips to hers, while Ben set about sliding her blouse back off.

I tore my eyes away from what they were doing to my wife, all her resistance having melted, and looked over at the other two, Chris and John, who stared back at me, trying to gauge what my reaction was going to be, maybe to head off any interruption on my part.

Looking back I was shocked to see that her blouse had already gone, just the flimsy bra left, hardly covering her breasts, and Ben already fiddling with the back of it.

I stood there paralyzed by indecision, when to my surprise, Chris intervened.

"Hang on you two," he spoke up, maybe sensing rather than seeing the tears that were welling up in my eyes. Tears of indecision rather than anything else I have to confess. Of indecision, uncertainty and of being so far out of my depth. Kim and I had never thought about doing anything remotely like this. We'd never so much as fantasised about it, or even talked about it, and yet here we were, Kim being stripped by four strangers, while I stood there allowing it to happen. Yes, damn it, stood there watching it happen right in front of me, the excitement of it all sending my senses reeling out of control.

"Mark my friend," Chris, the so capable Chris said carefully, quietly but oh so decisively. " I think you and Kim need to take a break and get your act together before you do something you might live to regret. Why don't you take her into the bathroom and talk this through while us four have a drink and calm down a bit."

"Right Chris," I grunted, sighing in relief that someone else had made the decision for me; taking Kim's arm and pulling her towards the bathroom as he'd suggested, while the others reluctantly released her, glaring at Chris unhappily for having snatched their fun away.

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"What the hell do you think you were doing?" I demanded in a loud whisper as I closed the door behind us. "You were letting them strip you."

"You weren't doing anything to stop them," she snapped back, cutting me off as I realised how true that was.

"But Kim," I spluttered, not knowing how to continue.

"So what are we going to do then," Kim demanded, a few short moments later, breaking the silence.

"We should go," I told her. "We should go before anything else happens."

"We don't have to," she answered, keeping her eyes firmly glued downwards towards the floor.

"Don't have to what?" I asked, not sure what she meant, or at least unable to process what she was suggesting.

"We don't have to go," Kim replied, glancing nervously up at me to see how I responded.

"You want to stay Kim?"

"Yes," she answered. "At least I think I do. I'm not sure. We won't if you don't want to."

"But you want to stay," I repeated, the implications astounding me, as did my inner feelings as it hit me that maybe part of me wanted to stay as well.

"Yes Mark. I think I do," my wife mumbled her voice quavering as she spoke. "Can we? Should we?"

"You know what that means?" I questioned her, not truly sure myself, my heart missing a beat as she nodded her head indicating that she did.

"They'll have your bra off Kim," I felt it necessary to spell it out to her. "You'll end up topless."

"I know Mark," she almost sobbed. 

"And it might not stop there," I pointed out the obvious. Can you handle that?"

"Yes honey," she answered, frighteningly confident, her eyes never wavering from mine as she said it. "No! Maybe. At least I think so."

I swallowed deeply, gulping for air as the full import of what my wife was asking of me dawned in full. She not only wanted them to get her breasts out, but wanted ....... Wanted ..... I couldn't gather my thoughts enough to express them even to myself.

"Please honey," Kim suddenly seemed to be more sure of what she wanted, having managed to get it out. "Just this once. I'll never get another chance."

"Damn it Kim," I spluttered. "This could get out of hand."

"I know."

"But people like us don't do things like this Kim," I reasoned.

"Doesn't mean I haven't fantasised about it Mark," she started to plead with me. "I think all women do at some stage, but never have the chance to be naked with a group of strange men. Please Mark honey. Please let me."

"But Kim," I protested, my baffled brain beginning to lose the argument, and not knowing what else to say.

"Just this once Mark," Kim went on breathlessly, seeming on the point of tears by then. "I'll never ask again, and I swear I'll find some way of making it up to you."

"Ok," somebody said, though it couldn't have been me, even though the words clearly came from my mouth. I scrambled to suck the words back in again, but of course it was too late, and Kim wrapped her arms around me, showering kisses on me.

"You're sure Mark," she asked, stepping back from me.

"No, not really," I squeaked back. "But just your top off. No further, OK?"

"Agreed, but you won't regret it afterwards will you? You won't let this effect our wonderful marriage?"

"I'll try not," I whispered.

"If you're not sure then we won't do it honey," she offered me an escape from the route we were taking, but promptly cut it off before I could take real advantage of it. "I need you to prove that you mean it."

"Prove that I mean it?"

"Yes Mark," Kim went on suddenly sounding confident again. "I need a sign to prove that you are really Ok with this. I need you to do something."

"Do what?" I stammered, not fully understanding, still probably trying to shake off the effects of all the alcohol I'd consumed that evening.

"Undo my bra," she stated bluntly, staring at me challengingly.

"Undo my bra Mark," she repeated, when I stood there dumbly, trying to gather my wits. "Undo it and send me back in there to them."

"I don't know if I can."

"Of course you can if you love me as much as I love you honey," she encouraged me, turning her back to me to offer me the catch holding her bra together.

"That's it honey, just unsnap it," she urged me, as I nervously reached up to do as requested, jerking back in surprise at how easily it snapped open, and watching in disbelief as it flew apart at the back, the whole thing slumping down and threatening to slip off.

Then Kim turned to face me, the look on her face too close to one of triumph for my comfort, my heart near to bursting as I realised that those beautiful full, half exposed breasts facing me, were about to be shared with others.

"Thanks honey. I do love you," she gushed, and with a blown kiss in my direction, Kim turned on her heels and all too enthusiastically disappeared through the door back into the room where the four of them awaited her.

"Just another ten minutes Kim," I called after her, but I don't think she heard me.

"Just another ten minutes Kim," I wasted my breath with again, whispering it to the door that had closed in my face. "Then we'd better be going."

Shit! What had I done?

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I couldn't help but hear the exclamations of surprise, and/or joy as Kim emerged from the bathroom, her bare tits half out on display and no doubt her smile promising even more. I stood there rooted to the spot, desperately wanting to rush out to see what was happening, but somehow terrified of doing so, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me. 

Eventually of course I did, but things had moved on. Kim's bra was long gone, and her skirt was lying discarded on the floor, her tiny panties offering little in protection from the exploring hands that were by then all over her, her attempts to repel the attempts to pull her panties down, obviously just a temporary gesture of defiance that made the game for them that much sweeter.

They surrounded her, dwarfing her, as she turned back and forward, brushing away the hands that threatened her panties, but having little option but to accept the hands that were exploring elsewhere. It had already gone too far, but Kim was giggling like a schoolgirl, in raptures at the unfamiliar but obviously welcome handling she was receiving.




Kim



To my shame, I did nothing.

Then it was over, or at least that stage was, as two of them held her hands wide, as the other two slid a thumb each into the thin waistband and inch by tantalising inch slid her panties over her bottom and down her thighs. Kim doing little to discourage them, other than a token and fruitless effort to hold her legs tighter together. They held her like that, all five of them perhaps surprised at how quickly and how far they'd gone, the four guys stepping back to get a good long look at her, while she stood there, her panties lying in a puddle round her ankles, her face flushed red, perhaps a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. 

Then John kneeled down, taking her panties as she daintily stepped out of them, one high heel clad foot at a time, holding onto the others for balance as she did so. John stood back up again, tossing Kim's panties towards me nonchalantly, hardly bothering to look at me.

She was naked. My wife Kim was naked in the arms of four men that we'd only met a short while earlier, simply her earrings and high heels left and all they did was to emphasize quite how beautifully naked she indeed was. Her full round breasts hanging there swaying gently, her flat firm tummy trembling, her sweet pink pussy crowned only by the thin landing strip, just as I'd always liked it.

They closed in on her like the pack of wolves they were, their hands free to roam without restriction, her tits, her ass and yes between her legs being explored with abandon, leaving Kim squealing aloud and leaving no doubt about how much she was loving it.

And me?

Not sure.

Even looking back on it I couldn't honestly truthfully tell you how I felt about what was going on. Sure, it was erotic and I was reacting as expected, but deep down I was kicking myself for not putting my foot down so much earlier. 

But what could I do?

I'd left it too late, and I just had to stand there, my heart thumping, maybe breaking, as I heard Kim giggle and squeal as she continued to stand there, hopping from foot to foot on those sexy high heels, surrounded by the still fully dressed pack of aggressors, who laughed along with my wife as their hands enjoyed exploring her naked body. A hand on her bare breast, or was it three? Just the one clutching her sweet round bottom, while another stroked her slim back and of course that one there, snaking down between her lovely, bare, shapely thighs, till this moment my personal and private domain.

"Not too hard," she whispered.

"That's better," as Chris stopped squeezing her breast so hard and directed his attention to her hard, erect nipple.

"Oh my God," as Mike, or was that Ben's hand that cupped the exposed mound between her legs, his fingers, whoever's they were, curling round and exploring the warm wet slit that awaited them there, a groan from my wife signalling that they'd slipped inside her, and how welcome they were there.

"I think this is going too far," I managed to speak up at last, or at least I thought I did. But maybe not, as nobody took any notice.

Ben! It was definitely Ben this time, who took hold of Kim's arms as he slipped behind her, forcing them back together behind her back, maybe gently, but firmly enough to force her shoulders back, arching her back and thrusting her naked tits out challengingly at the others who stood there smiling at the offering that was being presented to them. 

Not that Kim was likely to be denying them anything, but the smile of ecstasy on her pretty face, displaying how much she was loving being held, hopelessly unable to protect her luscious body from whatever they decided to inflict on her. Her groan turning into a squeal as three sets of hands battled one another for the most succulent bits, her nipples rolled and pulled, her clitoris teased out as she struggled to shuffle her feet further apart to open her legs welcomingly wider.

"Please don't," I mumbled, but probably didn't even mean it, all of them ignoring me if they even heard it.

It had to happen and Kim's legs began to buckle, her brain too occupied with the sensations her body was experiencing to properly control them. An arm slipped round her waist to prevent her falling, and another, John's perhaps, grabbing and hoisting up her thigh, as they held her, Kim now beyond helping herself, as the four of them feasted on her naked glory.

"Let's fuck the bitch," hit me like a hammer, and at last came to my senses, leaping forward to grab my wife and wrench her away from them.

The four guys, startled maybe by my sudden reaction, let go of Kim, and I had my opportunity to save her, as I tugged at her arm.

"Get off me you stupid sod," my Kim screamed at me, trying to shake her arm free, and taking a swing at me when I refused to release her. 

The blow wasn't hard, but caught me in the face, that, and the surprise of it sending me sprawling across the floor, coming to rest against the armchair, half sitting, half lying there.

Kim turned her back on me, maybe not even aware of quite what had happened, while the men lost no time in returning to their task, Kim, or at least her naked body quickly again in the middle of them.

Only Chris took the time to look round at me as I lay there, and all he was able to offer was a smile and a shrug of his shoulders. A shrug that said so little and yet so much. A shrug that told me that I'd left it too late, and to interfere now would be a waste of time and effort.

I lay there with half formed tears in my eyes, knowing where this would all be leading to.

Then they took her there, spread-eagled her on the big double bed, slim arms flailing around aimlessly, eyes closed, moans escaping from her mouth as they spread her legs even wider.

"Me first. I found her," Chris staked his claim, and the others gathered round their helpless victim, holding her down while he, yes Chris, dropped his trousers and with one single movement, gathered up her legs, spreading them high and wide as he aimed his rampant cock at her now gaping wet hole.

"Noooo!"

They ignored me. I might not even have said it. Perhaps my imagination was playing a trick on me. Maybe this was all a dream.

"Arrrrgh," came the heartbreaking grunt from my wife, looking so tiny and vulnerable amongst her seducers, so tiny, so soft and pale skinned and vulnerable, as Chris thrust forward and entered her, the first since me, and I'd been her first, not so many years beforehand. 

In desperation I put my hands over my eyes as he urgently pushed his engorged cock back and forward into her sweet, juicy, previously faithful pussy, unable to resist peeping out between my fingers to watch Kim's body react to the assault, writhing around like a tormented soul as she desperately sought to urge him on and push back against him. Her strap-on high heels looking vaguely ridiculous, as I watched them waving around in the air, jerking violently to the tempo of her lover's eager thrusts.

It didn't finish there!

One by one the other three took her, fucking her and tossing her around like an inflatable sex doll provided for their personal amusement. Kim, my poor, lovely wife, lay there as they used her, the vigour of her actions tapering off as she slumped slowly into exhaustion, blindly reaching out and grasping at the spare cocks that surrounded her, crying out in tired frustration as they slipped out of her hands as she tried to bring them to her mouth, them laughing wildly as they pumped out their sperm over her before they got there.

Then it was finished!

Chris went and made a pot of tea of all things, Mike slumped down on an armchair, while the other two sat on the bed beside her, stroking her nakedness gently, and uttering sweet little nothings, as they calmed her down and bought Kim slowly back into the normal world that she hadn't habited for the last half an hour.

Yes, just half an hour, and as I was to discover, my wife had been ruined. Ruined and I'd hardly lifted a finger to prevent it. Ruined and I'd just sat there muttering pathetic objections that I had been unable or unwilling to back up with any sort of action.

"Tea Mark?" Chris broke into my private little world.

"No thanks."

"How are you feeling?" He asked me calmly, offering his hand to help me back to my feet.

"Not sure," I replied, sweating and breathing heavily. "Not so good."

"Maybe you had better be getting off home then Mark," he suggested.

"What about Kim? I don't think she's ...."

"We'll look after her Mark," he interrupted me, somehow, strangely, not surprising me. "I don't think her evening is over. My friends and I are not finished playing with her yet."

"She's exhausted," I protested, albeit pretty meekly.

"She'll recover pretty soon Mark," Chris assured me. "Better you leave before she comes back round properly. I doubt if she'll be in the mood to talk to you. Too embarrassed."

"You think so?"

"I know so," he smiled benevolently at me. "We'll see she gats home safely."

"You'll look after her, won't you?"

"It's a promise," he grinned friendlily, taking my arm and guiding me to the door. "Now you get off home and mind how you drive."

"OK," I agreed, as he eased me out of the door into the corridor. "Look after her. She's very special to me."

CLICK

The door closed behind me and I turned wearily and made my way back out of the hotel, back through the deserted early morning streets and to my lonely home. Shocked as I felt inside my pocket for my handkerchief, and my shaking hand came back out with Kim's balled up panties in it.

Oh Shit!

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They lied to me, or at least Chris did.

They never bought her home and I never spoke to her again, though I did spot her from time to time dressed in expensive gowns and always on the arm of someone rich and powerful. That or going by in some expensive sports car, laughing as her long blonde hair flew out behind her in the wind.

Occasionally she'd spot me standing there, and would open her sweet little mouth as if to call out to me. But she never did. Kim was always whisked away too quickly, or maybe simply decided that we had nothing left to say to one another.

Kim never did make it up to me as she'd promised. She didn't even turn up for the divorce, though someone, probably one of her new admirers, did pay for it!

Maybe one day, I'll get over her. Maybe?

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Ouch!



Kim



I picked Kim up from the airport. Two-hour drive. On our way there we talked, smiled, hadn't seen each other in a long time.

Eventually she asks me, "is there something I should be doing right now?" Looking for instructions.

"Touch yourself," I reply.

Kim reaches inside her pants and starts playing with herself. She was already wet, and is quickly aroused. Within a few minutes her hand suddenly jolt from out of her pants.

"I'm sorry, I almost came, I had to stop."

She's tense, shuddering a little. She knew she should only come if I told her to, and I hadn't said she should, so she stopped just before the point of no return.

She also knew that she should now await further instructions before touching herself again. We found some things to talk about. Kim rolled a cigarette, and lit it. After she had taken a few drags of her cigarette, I suggested that she play with herself some more.

She put the cigarette in her left hand and moved her right hand smoothly down and under her damp underwear, and resumed touching herself. She was already very worked up before she landed, and this time again it was only a couple minutes before she abruptly pulled her hand out of her pants, held her legs together, and bit her lip.

Her whole body was rigid for a few long seconds, and then she relaxed, a little. It was all a bit distracting, trying hard to pay attention to the road and all, but after Kim had a minute to calm down I said, "more." She knew what that meant, and immediately started touching her clit some more. Within a minute she had to stop again, panting, and clenching her legs together.

I let her have a longer break this time, and avoid any heart attacks from occurring. After it's been a good long while, and we're within a half hour of our destination, I interrupt our conversation with one word. "More."

Kim complies quickly. She's had a bit of time to collect herself, and she starts slower, and lasts longer this time. Eventually she pulls her hand out, but less abruptly, and with a more measured intake of breath, not quite a gasp this time. She breaths deeply again.

"This is hard," she complains.

"Good."

We get out of the car and go to the house. We sit down with my friend there and chat for a while. After a bit, he shows us to our room.

I sit on the couch, and begin to undo my belt. You notice this and start unzipping my jeans, pull my underwear down and take my cock in your mouth. You deliver fellatio with skill and enthusiasm, an amazing combination. You're not trying to get me excited enough to fuck you, you're trying to make me come in your mouth.

"You should take your clothes off and go to bed," I advise.

Kim reluctantly pulls her mouth off of me and begins to remove her clothing. She pulls off the covers of the bed and lies down.

"Play with yourself some more."

She does, while I undress. I get a glass of water, drink some of it, and get in bed beside her, just as she jerks her hand off of her clit and digs her fingernails into her thighs while shaking and gritting her teeth.

I put on a condom, and, with her beneath me, I enter her. She's so taut with unresolved sexual tension, it's like the volume has been turned way up, so every move I make is amplified. Slowly, deeply, I move in and out, holding her gorgeous body in my arms. After a couple minutes, I start moving more quickly, harder, deeper. After thirty seconds of this Kim says, too loudly, "stop!"

I stop moving, and tell her she has to be quieter. Other people live nearby, no yelling.

"Why did you tell me to stop?", I ask her.

She knows the correct answer, but every time she's faced with responding to a question like this, she finds it a bit challenging. The contradictory desires are crashing into each other -- pleasing me vs. finding release. Usually the former wins.

"Because I don't want to come." She's still shaking a bit with desire and longing as she utters this phrase.

I know that in this state, I might be able to move slowly and avoid making her come, or making her stop me from moving. But if I move hard and fast, she'll come within a minute or less. I'm starting to get too excited by Kim's pent-up sexual tension. This time as I'm fucking her, she urgently tells me to stop again. I do, but only for a few seconds. Then I keep fucking her hard and fast. Within a few seconds she tells me again, stop. I don't stop, and Kim has a fairly earthshaking orgasm.

She's so worked up, she's ready to have a second orgasm within a couple minutes. I keep fucking her, feeling refreshed myself by her release, and ready for more. She's just about to come again, but through the fog she remembers that I haven't told her to come again.

"Stop," she says quietly but firmly when she's just about to come again. I stop.

She's so sexy, in general, but especially in this state. I kiss her, long and deep. I kiss and bite her breasts, and other bits that are easy to get my teeth around. I fuck her slowly, deeply some more. When she seems to be getting especially aroused, I slow down. When she seems a bit calmer, I speed up.

Once I knew I had been keeping her on the edge for ten minutes or so, and that she was once again ready to burst, I stopped moving. She was shaking again, slightly.

"What would you like me to do right now?"

Kim knows that in a situation like that, what I probably want to hear is exactly the opposite of the truth. It was clear that every cell in her wound-up little body was screaming, fuck me hard, right now.

So she said, "slow and gentle."

She sounded unconvinced. I knew she needed a little break. I lay still for a few minutes, which was very relaxing. For Kim it might have seemed longer, I don't know. By the time I started moving again, though, she seemed to have collected herself.

"Would you like me to fuck you hard now?", I asked, knowing she very much still did, since that's the particular activity that made her come very quickly.

"No," she said, firmly.

"You get on top," I said.

Together we readjusted ourselves, and Kim was on top of me, sitting, lovely to look at now from a bit more distance.

Kim knew what to do, which was what she wanted to do, more or less. She moved back and forth on top of me. Over the course of a couple minutes, she moved faster. Then, with a quick intake of breath and a sudden tension in her body, she stopped. She held her breath. After a while, she exhaled, looking a bit agitated.

Without more than ten seconds of respite, she started moving again. This is a beautiful thing about her -- left to her own devices, she is harder on herself than I am. Soon she was moving faster, and then faster still, pushing herself quickly towards the edge, and then, with a sudden jerk of her body, she stopped, still, tense, holding her breath. Again, after just being able to breath, she was back to moving swiftly back and forth, again bringing herself to the edge, tense.

Slowly, she lay down on top of me. I moved slightly, which made her shake, she was so close to the edge. I let her rest there for another minute, then moved a bit more, and she wasn't shuddering anymore. I gradually starting moving with bigger strokes, and she groaned.

"Should I fuck you hard?"

"No, gently," she replied, measuring her breath so her voice wouldn't shake and she'd sound convincing.

From beneath her, I started moving fast and deep. She was trying to stay relaxed, I could tell. She wanted to enjoy it. A couple minutes went by, and she quietly whimpered, "stop."

She was really pretty beside herself with desire at this point. That's when I really like to ask questions.

"Do you want to come now?", I ask.

Her clit was burning and shouting yes. Her mind was racing to find an acceptable way to come, and was telling her to say at least something like if you want me to. But she knew what was expected of her.

"No, don't let me come."

The problem with hearing those words is it gets me all hot and bothered. I tried to calm down but it wasn't happening. I took a deep breath and fucked her hard, and ordered her to come, which she did, spectacularly, which helped calm me down a bit, too, as it does.

I took a break, just holding her, feeling her content, relaxed body, moving slowly. Inevitably, over the next few minutes her body was feeling less relaxed, more needy, and I fucked her harder. She had come twice and was less wired up now, and she was able to let me fuck her pretty hard for several minutes before she was panting again, and told me to stop.

I waited a few seconds and fucked her some more, and a minute later she told me to stop. I did it again, and again, and again, working her into a peak of desire beyond anywhere we had gotten so far. She was as stiff as a piece of wood at this point, about to snap.

"Should I let you come now?"

"No, I don't want to come," she said, working hard to emphasize each word evenly, so it wouldn't all just come out in one exasperated breath.

I kissed her some more, passionately. I love kissing her when she's in this state.

"Maybe you should eat me then."

She looked defeated. She wanted so much more. "Yes," she said, but the way she withdrew her pussy from my cock was very gradually, with what looked like great effort.

She pulled off the condom and devoured my cock. As she did, I positioned my leg beneath her pussy. When I did, she started rubbing her pussy on my leg, and I could feel the liquid pooling on my thigh, dripping down to the sheets.

"I want to see your pussy," I told her, and she moved around so her bottom half was near my face, her knees beneath her, her pussy looking so needy and wet. So nice to see.

"Touch yourself."

She kept on eating me with gusto, while vigorously rubbing her clit with her second finger. I watched. She moved her finger faster, and slower, and faster again, over the course of many minutes. It was clear she was bringing herself to the edge, and then backing off, and then doing it again. She started going much faster, and then suddenly pulled her hand away and gripped the bed sheets, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth.

"Put some panties on," I instructed.

Kim did as she was told. I patted her panties, and her electrified clit beneath them. Kim whimpered while she ate me. I felt her taut body, felt her hair, and grabbed it, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth repeatedly, and I came into her mouth with large quantities of jizz that she eagerly swallowed. She kept moving back and forth for a couple minutes, until I started to be less hard.

She lay down beside me, tense, but happy. I put one of my between her legs.

"You can come if you want to, but you have to do it this way," I explained.

Kim moved her pussy against my leg, with her panties on. Normally this might not be the most optimal method, but she was grateful for the opportunity, and came hard within a few minutes of rubbing.

"Let's go to sleep," I suggest.

Kim lies there for a long while, but can't sleep. She then engages in her only act of real disobedience for the evening. She puts on a robe, goes outside, and smokes another cigarette.



Kim



Note: this story was written for a competition on the General Bulletin board, it contains 10 key words that hopefully don't detract from the story.

Kim's heart beats a frantic rhythm beneath her heaving chest. Her nipples, standing out hard and proud atop pert breasts, dance in erratic circles, keeping time with her heartbeat and feral moaning. 

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Kim's father, James, was out of town for the week, leaving Kim and her stepmother at home. Ashley was just eight years older than Kim, she was pretty, smart and friendly but Kim had never really got close to her. Since her mother had died, Kim had held most people at arm's length. 

When Kim got home from high school on Friday afternoon, Ashley was sitting at the kitchen counter watching TV. Glancing at the screen she saw half a dozen midgets tumble out of a saffron limousine with gaudy calligraphy down the side. A commercial, she assumed, or a Miami Vice re-run. Ashley didn't seem to be concentrating on the screen, though. Kim traipsed up the stairs, dropping her bag in her bedroom doorway and leaving her clothes where they fell as she changed into her jeans and T-shirt. Kim didn't go in for dressing up and she had no plans tonight, as usual. Although she was pretty, her plain dress and shy manner kept her out of the social spotlight. She was comfortable with that, usually. 

Downstairs again, the TV was off, Ashley sat, her hands clasped in her lap. "Kim, we . . . need to talk." 

Kim's heart had sunk, oh god, what she thought to herself, mind racing over all the possibilities. 

Haltingly Ashley tried to clarify, "You're getting older now, and your father that is, we, thought that it was time we talked to you about, you know, sex." She'd blushed, this shouldn't have been so hard. 

Kim, part relieved, part embarrassed, had watched a cloud pass over her stepmother's face. "Do we really have to do this?" 

Ashley fetched herself a glass of wine. "Well, Jim wants to talk about it. I figured it would be easier on you," she smiled, "and me, if we could have a girl talk." 

Kim sighed and pulled up a stool, taking Ashley's wineglass from her and sipping it. Ashley grinned at her and went to get another for herself, paused with the refrigerator open, then brought the whole bottle back to the counter. With difficulty at first, then more easily as the wine washed away inhibitions, the two women had talked. At one point, while talking about condoms, Ashley took a condom from the drawer in front of her and giggled, "I prepared for this," reached into the drawer again and withdrew a torch. Both women dissolved into a fit of laughter as they gauged its size. With unsteady hands Ashley demonstrated how to apply the sheath, which promptly tore as it was stretched beyond its maximum over the flashlight's catch. 

"Shit," swore Ashley, the shredded rubber in her hands. Her eyebrows raised, then a wicked glint shone in hers eyes. "Wait here, love, I'll be right back." 

"Ta-da!" Ashley stood in front of Kim, a silver vibrator in her hand. Kim gazed at her, uncomprehending for a moment, unaware that she'd closed her eyes. Then mirth and shock stole across her in equal measures. 

"Oh my god, Ash." She laughed her eyes wide. "And you . .? Can I hold it?" 

"Yes, I do," Ashley chuckled, handing the mechanical toy to Kim, "And you can too, if you want." 

Kim sat for a moment, entranced by the shiny device. She tapped it against her signet ring and shivered as it clicked solidly. Ran her fingers along the smooth tip, and the ridged shaft. Catching Ashley's eye on her, she laughed self-consciously and handed it back. "The condom thing?" 

Ashley grinned at her. She had a feeling she was doing that quite a lot, thank you wine. The demonstration with the new condom went smoothly. 

"Well, I'm exhausted. I think we can talk about things now. If there is anything else you want to know, ever, don't be afraid to ask." She kissed Kim on the forehead. "Goodnight love." Leaving the wineglasses and condom-encased vibrator on the counter, she made her way up to bed. Kim stared at the vibrator for a moment before reaching for it. Upstairs she dropped the vibrator on the pillow and stripped off her clothes, climbing into bed in panties and a bra. She was asleep the instant she'd lain her head down. 

Ashley awoke late the following morning. Very late, she amended when she glanced at the clock. She dragged her fingers through her hair. She'd rolled over and stroked the pillow where James' head would usually lie. From down the hall she heard a soft noise and stopped. That must have been what woke her. She listened for a moment; there it was again. It sounded like Kim, a sort of frustrated, exasperated whimper. Climbing from the bed, she paused momentarily to survey her naked body in the mirror before tying a silk robe about it. 

When Ashley reached Kim's room, she popped her head around the door, hand raised to knock. The sight before her stopped her in her tracks. Kim was lying on the bed, covers thrown back, panties in a pile next to her as she tried to push the humming vibrator into her tight hole. Kim knocked then. "Hon?" she said, concern in her voice. Kim's eyes flew open and stared straight into Ashley's emerald gaze. She clamped her legs together and flung the covers back over herself. It was her turn to blush. Ashley sat on the side of the bed, not saying anything. Only the unrelenting buzzing of the vibrator broke the silence. 

Ashley held out her hand. Kim looked up at her and knew. She reached beneath the covers and retrieved the toy, placing it in Ashley's hand. Ashley shut off the little motor. 

Kim whimpered, tears glistening in her eyes, "Why didn't it work, Ash, why didn't it feel good?" 

Ashley gathered her up in her arms. "Darling, if a boy tried to rush you like that, you'd never let him touch you again. You have to work up to getting it inside you. Did you stroke yourself? Your breasts? Your belly? Your clitoris?" 

Mutely Kim shook her head. 

"Sometimes you'll find yourself ready for fast rough sex, but often you'll need to build up to penetration. And that's the same when you're masturbating." Ashley barely hesitated before she continued, "Would you like me to help you?" 

"How?" 

"Put your hands on mine, I'll do to you what I do to myself, and you can follow." 

Kim lay back as Ashley kept talking. "Most of my masturbation happens in my Mind. I close my eyes and imagine something, as my hands touch my body." 

With Kim's fingers resting on hers, Ashley reached up and ran her fingers over Kim's eyes, closing them, trailed her fingers across her ears, pulling gently on her earrings then down her throat. One hand paused to stroke the underside of Kim's breasts in turn, while the other worked down her side and caressed Kim's thighs. Kim sighed as Ashley cupped her breasts through the thin bra, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Kim's legs spread of their own volition when their hands had journeyed up her inner thighs and closer to her sex. 

Ashley slipped a finger into her stepdaughter's mouth at the same time she pressed her other hand over her young pussy. Kim gasped, then sucked on the offered finger. Her mouth was as hot and wet as she was growing between her legs. Ashley stroked her folds and dipped a finger into the juice collecting there, then focussed on her clit. She rubbed and rolled Kim's clit as she massaged her breasts and soon discarded the bra altogether. When Kim's legs started to draw up, Ashley reached for the vibrator, replacing her finger with the toy. She placed the shiny machine in Kim's hand and guided her to stroke herself. 

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She strokes her clit with the vibrator and squeezes and pulls her nipples. Breath comes in gasps and she feels the universe contracting around her. Ashley presses the vibrator inside her pussy, she feels herself filled and stretched, her other hand is guided back to her clit where she rubs furiously without any prompting. Her pussy sucks at the toy as it plunges into her, she arches her back, release imminent. Her toes curl and thighs quiver, a rising moan issues from between her lips. 

"Ohhhhhh!" She screams and shudders as Ashley pushes the vibrator into her hard and deep. She feels torn and injured and fulfilled all at once as another spasm crashes over her. Her finger lays lightly on her clit, unmoving, the vibrator still pulses inside her, sliding slowly in and out as she convulses again and again.



Kim



Thanks to everyone who commented on my initial post, CARI TAKES A FRESHMAN. I am working hard on developing my story lines, and appreciate written comments whenever possible. KIM is my latest "creation". Thanks again! 

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I knew that Kim was as much slut as lover, and for this I was thankful. I cared about her deeply whether we were making love or fucking. What was different with her was the line between fucking and making love was narrow, blurred, and often nonexistent. 

Kim's pussy could become a cunt between thrusts. The gentle sweetness of her face could become slut like between blinks. Her sweet kisses often became violent bites of wet, hot, raw sex. This girl's womanly actions begged for random slaps and spankings. 

I remember the first time Kim changed between blinks...I was looking up into her sweet eyes while she rode me. I was rolling her nipples in my fingers and our lips had just parted from a kiss of sweet passion. In one quick movement, she lifted off, swung a leg around and mounted me again, this time with her back and inviting ass toward my face. She was watching herself in a mirror, riding my hard cock, rubbing her own clit, while leaving me with the many possibilities of her sexy ass. Her wetness was gushing and running. 

As I fondled the firmness and soft skin of Kim's ass, it was wet, hot and inviting. I began by slapping it lightly, alternating cheeks. I noticed that her cunt--yes, it was surely a cunt now, was spasming around my cock in new ways as the slaps became harder. And, more so when I slid the index and middle fingers of my left hand into the naturally lubed blinking ass bud that I craved, while continuing to deliver slap after slap with my right hand. 

Kim was lost in a place of raw sex that she had not visited before. She had impaled herself on a cock that responded to her heat and wetness. She was illuminated by her own sex in the mirror. She was being anally fucked with two fingers. And, the rhythmic slaps were shooting jolts of spasms through her pussy that I could feel around my cock. I could also feel my own fingers rubbing my cock on the other side of her thin membrane masturbating my cock. 

She was over the edge...her orgasms were one long heated sigh now...I was close behind. I shot over the top while thinking about the kisses and playing I would minister on the red rising skin of Kim's well spanked ass... But first, with her pussy now saturated with her own cum, mixed with my flow of sperm, I was salivating for long drinks of our combined sex, coupled with long rolls of my tongue on her engorged clit.

I kissed down Kim's sexy body toward her red haired pussy which I knew inside and out, upside down, and right side up, backwards and forwards. She responded best to being rubbed to the right of her always engorged clit, but licked and sucked to the left. Going down on her for a "sperm hunt" after a ball-cleansing orgasm was one of my favorite things. Our combined juices were like no other. Once on my tongue she loved to taste our juices with her tongue. These kisses often made us start all over again.


Kim snuggled up next to me and asked me to stop the video that had recorded our every move for the last two-plus hours. It was time to watch. And watch we did. To heighten Kim's mood I surprised her with silk restraints for her arms and legs. She would watch the entire two hours spread eagle in the middle of the bed while I rested my head on her chest, played with her nipples and from time to time finger fucked her.

You may recall the classic Peter Seller's film, "Being There." Sellers answered Shirley McLain's sexual overtures by saying "I like to watch." Our film over, both Kim and I were ready to watch each other while we played with ourselves.

The chair at the end of the bed was stained with markings of past love making session of we two solo artists. In fact, more of my sperm and Kim's wetness were mixed on this chair's duck cloth than in her pussy. I dove for the comfort of the chair, while she put on a short red silk gown. 

We were both in position now and began by looking into each other's eyes. There was a fire that danced between us, empowering each other to do ourselves. 

I got harder, Kim got wetter. I groaned, she moaned. We both wet our lips. She began by dipping three fingers into her wet, gapping pussy. She sloshed around, using her thumb on her engorged clit, while finger fucking herself deeply. Slowly, she drew her fingers out and licked them clean one at a time. I responded by rubbing my pre-cum around the tip of my rock hard penis, and then squeezing its tip, allowing more pre-cum to run down my shaft. 

Seeing this, Kim arched her back and rammed 3 fingers from each hand into her pussy once-again turned cunt, making herself cum with a loud moan and a jerk of her head. Her head always jerked while cumming during masturbation. When fucking, Kim was so multi-orgasmic that her body movements were unpredictable. The second orgasm came when all her fingers rested on her clit, pushing its swelling inward. The spasms were visible as her cunt lips opened and closed with the beats of her heart. 

While watching her cunt lips, I felt a tightening around my balls, but resisted the urge to cum, wanting to make it last. I squeezed the base of my cock, trying mightily to keep from cleansing my balls. 

Sensing my close call, Kim reached over to the top drawer of her night table, removing a cock detailed vibrator. We glanced at each other, and knowing that this would propel my sperm out of my balls, up my shaft, and into the night, she turned the vibrator on to the highest setting, and rammed it into herself in one motion. 

Kim experienced an immediate orgasm, the best so far. Her mind rushed to a friendly place. She forgot all about me and about my habit of cumming whenever she fucked herself with a vibrator. But instead of gushing, I was now standing next to the bed, my cock hanging over her face. Looking down I saw that Kim's eyes were now closed and the top of the vibrator was buried in her cunt to the hilt. Its buzzing and girth were driving her wild. 

Completely surprising, disarming, and delighting her, I slid in beside her and began to fuck her with the vibrator and to suck the nub of her rock hard clit. Kim screamed, cried out, cried, and then let out a moan of sexual notes reaching pitches only heard by wild animals. 

Her climaxes were one long cry now that I had taken complete control. I wondered how long Kim could handle this level of sexual ecstasy, how long before she realized that the man who "likes to watch" had taken her control away.



Kim



The night was wet and rainy in Necropolis, people walked through the dark streets faces obscured by the downpour. People had been praying for rain for weeks now, apparently one should be careful what they wish for. There were others who didn't mind the rain, or rather were used to whatever weather it was - one of these, a teen who sat huddled under some trash, just behind a restaurant, picking into the leftovers that had been thrown away. 

The scraps were soon finished, and she crawled out into the wet air to get a rinse down.. her clothes like rags on her meagre frame.. but she didn't care.. peeling them off, she stretched up her arms and welcomed the cat-dog rain washing over her. A young man walked down the street, his walk confident as the black teen headed through the rain jogging in his oversized FUBU gear. The teen stopped in his tracks upon seeing her, his eyes caught for the moment as the woman's frame stands out against the wet closet in the downpour, "Damn...."

She ran her hands through her hair, rinsing out the city's dust, not quite aware someone was observing her, like she gave a damn, anyhows this was a free shower and she loved it! He kept leaning and watching, mesmerized of the scene before him. A sensual kind of creature that loved the rain. Her hands finished with her head and snaked down her slim yet not too thin forms, brushing over perky nipples that the rain bounced off and down her midsection where it seemed she was washing herself without suds. The youthling couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight, "Whoa..."

When she was done she didn't seem to have any hurry, bending down she snagged up her rags in a bundle, only then looking up. Making eye contact with her audience. He swallowed, caught and unable to look away whilst she straightened up, taking the bundle and wrapped it around her waist, at least covering her lower half. Cocking a brow at him, she smirked slight, beckoning the deer in the redlights to come closer. And came closer he did, walking up to follow her.

Not that she exactly moved from her spot, she didn't. Just waiting for him to be within hands reach, she hooked a finger into his pants and began to tug them off him, right there in the downpour of the city. "Hey..." a minor protest from him as he went. She didn't say anything, a smirk facing him, not that tall this young female, refusing to pay attention to his slight protest, she slid them pants down to his ankles and then proceeded with his jocks. "Whoa..." he blinked in shock falling down.

She just cocked a brow at him and smirked, taking advantage of the poor dude on the ground, she followed him and began tugging off his upper clothes whilst she straddled his hips so he wouldn't run off. "Hey, hey..." he protested again, and squirmed back a bit.

Mute she snickered, and pressed him back down into the cold wet ground, shaking her head at him and his actions, proceeding with yanking off his shirt. "Um, hello...hello...." he blinked in disbelief at her. Still she didn't speak, a smirk and she crawled down his body, tugged off his jocks and pants over the end of his shoes and made him just as naked as she in the cold wet downpour. 

"HEY! its raining!!" he tried to back up a bit now as his pants tangled his legs. She gave him the cock of a brow, like as though she was saying 'so' and yanked them off him including his shoes. She tossed them away some few feet and gesticulated with her hands that she was as naked as he. He paused as she gestured, a bit less tentative as she seemed to have something in mind, "Ok, I'm chilling..."

Sitting back down on his chest, she investigated his dark flesh, comparing it with her own paleness and gestured with hands of why he was of a different color than she. He looked to her, "I'm not sure what to tell you. I'm black, from Africa..." She frowned slight, unable to ask what Africa was, no education and then asked with hands why he was gawking at her before. The youth blinked again and signed back realizing how she talked "You are naked and in the middle of the street. You look kinda good." She once again gesticulated with her hands, "No one gawk at me before like you, they never care." He shrugged "They must be blind. You look great." With that she shook her head not quite accepting his explaination.

From underneath her, he looked up to see exactly what good piece of ass had sat upon him, to him she was a everyday average female, semingly older than eighteen, just in poverty so it seemed, rags were her clothes and it was quite apparent that either she didn't know how to talk or she couldn't. Her hair was a dirty brown, her face and flesh pale looking, eyes were a dirty grey mingled with a little blue. Her frame was on the meagre side, but not too skinny, a jagged scar along her throat, doesn't look like it had been from a knife. Her breasts young and ripe, pert nipples in the rain, just about a handful.

Pinned beneath her, he gave in finally and reached up to touch one of her pert nipples. She flinched. Feeling a little uncertain about anyone touching her in that manner. She shook her head, she pinned that hand down as well as his other on either side of him. "Sorry... never had a girl strip me naked and then climb on top of me and not wanna fool around," he said whilst he tried to get lose. 

Now that her hands were engaged, she couldn't exactly sign with them and frowned, shaked her head again whilst she struggled to keep him pinned. He twisted a bit more, his body a mix of excitement and discomfort of being restrained, "Can I sit up?" It was raining still, literally chucking it down and for the moment she served as a shield for him, protected him from the rain whilst it washed off from her back. She frowned slight and shook her head again, unwilling to let go of his hands. He sighed, the sight of her wet and close to him in such a way maddening, "Come on... you're making me crazy..." his body rising aroused under her.

She arched a brow, questioning him, by letting go her grip on his hands, she gesticulated with her hands what he meant by making him crazy. For a moment he sighed, then looked back up to her, "Listen, I'm a man, when a half ..stroke that, nearly naked girl sits on me it makes me crazy.. you know like wanting ta.. ta.. do it..." he tried to explain whilst still trying to get loose. Her brow arced even higher at that, looking a bit confused and she just sat down on him, without reflecting that she sat down on his rockhard manhood and felt it poking at her. 

Her face became beetred in embarressment and she blinked away the raindrops on her lashes. She peered down to the junction between her legs and at what was underneath her, blushing even more. "See..." he would be red if he wasn't so dark already, "You're really making me nuts..." his cock throbbed at the intimate contact. Not knowing what to do, she bit her lower lip nervously, tempted to rise from him before it got any worse. He squirmed, his member slid along her only made things worse, "Please you are killin' me here!" 

Furiously she blushed, right up to her ears and rose slightly more, just enough so his member wasn't touching her anymore, eyes questioning as to what she.. what he was wanting her to do. "Ahh..." he slumped back to the ground under her, "Ok... ok... listen.. either you let me up or get down on me cause this is too much..." he swallowed , his heart raced. Thoughtfully she chewed on her lip and sank down on him again, just cos it was comfier sitting on him than on the wet cold ground. "Ahjhhhiee... no fair, no fair..." he squirmed madly, the length of his shaft ran along her as she slid down, the sensation made his eyes close as he grew harder. 

Startled she blinked and rose from him quickly, fearing she had down something totaly wrong which made him gasp, "Lady, I can't take much more, please stop teasing..." She signed with her hands in objection, "I'm not.. I just don't know what to do to help you!" His eyes closed, "Put it in you would be nice..." murmured to himself in frustration, not expecting an answer.

She flushed a brighter red even though he didn't see it because his eyes were closed and sank just a little teeny bit, feeling rather hesitant about the whole ordeal, letting his mantool touch her intimates. He opens his eyes feeling her like this and looked to her to see if she was serious, his hand settling on her hips. Still feeling hesitant she reached down, and gingerly took ahold of his shaft, swallowing, she guided his tip into her opening. Nodding, he let his own fingers move to her clit, teasing it as she took him inside her, "Ok, just take your time..." he gasped and bit his bottom lip slight, the rain in his face.

Indeed she did, easing slowly down onto his erect pole, first time doing such -tight- yet it fascinated her, so many times she's ripped guys from their clothes, but not once had she been this intimate with any of them. Closing her own eyes in the downpour of Necropolis City, she shuddered involuntarily at his teasing. He sighed almost a groan as she sank onto him, inch by inch. His hands never stopped the teasing, instead working her clit in tight little circles until she reached bottom, then he reached around to take hold of her ass, working the shaft inside her tightly. Squeezing to make her able to more intensly feel the hard throb of him in her.

She gave a mute groan, lipping the wet open air as sensations washed over her like she never felt before, letting him lead her on.. she rose slight on quivering knees. He moaned with her, never having felt anyone so tight, so yeilding to him. He helps her rise and fall along his length. The hard penis moving deeper and throbbing harder with each stroke. His arms guided her body closer to his, so that those pert nipples came down to him, so that his lips might taste them whilst she rode. 

Quivering she shivered, arching her back and landed down on her hands on either side of his face, still connected with a stranger she didn't even know.. moving with his help back onto his member where her own snatch sucked it back in on command. His hips came up to thrust into her while she was like this, not caring where she came from, only that he stayed inside her, more inside her. He sucked upon her nipples greedily, no, passionately as they fell into his face. The throbbing grew more powerful. Her silent writhing drove him wilder than any woman's scream could. Her face telling him all.

The downpour got stronger, came soon raining down in hailstones, but she didn't care. Opening her mouth, she lapped the hard raindrops of ice whilst she learned how to pump a man's shaft, pistoning back and forth whilst his mouth tickled her nipples in a frenzy. He tipped her ass upward, with his hands, then brought her back to him, pulling her deep and grinding slow, the motion rubbing her clit hard against him at the base of every stroke. He shouldn't be doing this, a vagrant girl, riding him like this, he could catch anything, but she felt so good, like this has to happen. His eyes rolled back and he groaned starting to fuck her now...so wet, so tight...

She shuddered above him, unable to dismiss the feelings of having someone inside of her, she writhed atop of him, following his instructions, and soon ground back down, bouncing like a toddler riding daddy's knee. "Ummmgg..." nothing intelligable coming from his mouth, now lost in her, he rocked hard fucking her back, helping the girl impale herself on him repeatedly, giving enoough to keep the hard thrusts from hurting someone who could have only been a virgin so tight around him. Yet with enough power to smack cock to pussy audibly.

Her cries were silent to the wet wet world around them.. but her passion was growing and she fucked him back, forgetting that she hadn't been so near a cock before now, before she stripped this youth of his clothes. The perfect "O" of her mouth in her cry called to him wordlessly and he reached up to her shoulders. The next thrust he pulled her by her shoulders all the way onto him, holding her ass and pussy down as a dozen rapid sharp thrusts filled her, his throbbing so intense it felt like a dozen more extra strokes inside her. The last 8 strokes so powerful they shook her whole frame, the final one holding him completely buried in her.

Shuddering within, she quivered outside.. if she hadn't been wet in the rain she would have been sweating.. and grasped his forearms she clenched as her world rocked upside down, spasming first time into a climax. At the moment of her release he felt her clinching around him, the sudden wash of warmth covering his cock, so deep inside her.. he pulled her to him filling that "O" of her lips with his own and kissed her deeply, the youth's body answering hers with its own convulsive reaction. Hot cum firing up inside her. The force as if he'd saved it for a year. The hot thick fluid spurting all over her cervix and filled her canal, dripping with her cum along the shaft as they keep moving the pulsing of his cum driving her. 

"C-can you feel it?" he panted, his hips pumping hers frantically, cum still flowing between them. She didn't know what he meant, but she nodded.. feeling something.. writhing upon him still. The orgasm slowed, but he continued to move in her. His member still hard and warm, now covered slick in her release and creamy with his. Her lips frothed with their cum. Quivering she closed her eyes, gasping soft.. water dripping from her face and breasts down onto him. He looked up to her, his tongue laid to her nipple, letting the water flow from it to his mouth, which made her blink her eyes open, watching him.. like an innocent fawn, quivering from the feeling alone.

Once more, he began to move quickly inside of this girl on top of him, this time holding her eyes with his. That throbbing starting along the shaft buried between her thighs once again. She crooned a soft whispering gasp, quivering and began moving with him again, placing her gritty hands onto his dark shoulders, yet never once her gaze unlocked from his, just halflidded in mute pleasure. He rolled his hips against her quickly, letting her own new born pleasure rise to meet his. He took her deeply now, letting her thrust herself down as hard and deep as she wanted, this time letting her build that throbbing inside her. Her nipples and breasts his to suckle, tease, make swell with excitement.

She squirmed back down on him when she got bounced upwards, grinding deep she began to fuck him in earnest, feeling a warm burn inside that felt good.. better than thieving clothes of poor passer bys. Her mouth half parted, her tongue flicking the air. He rises to meet her more, the thunderstorm matching their passion now joined. He grabbed her ass forcefully, hips rocking hard so that every stroke bounced her. Her ass checks trembled, breasts bounced heavily as he claimed her, his penis now a part of her as it always belonged in her.. something she was meant to be wrapped around. The throbbing growing stronger again whilst his eyes still locked on hers.

If she had had a voice, her cry would have been a primal scream. Her frame shook in convulsions and she quivered until she lowered herself again, claiming his mouth with hers, however much unexperienced she was. Gladly he accepted her kiss, tongue showing her what to do as his hands guided her body along his pulsing penis, then breaking the kiss just long enough to tell her, "Look down between us..." which she did.

As she moved to turn her head down he began fucking her in slow hard deep thrusts, the girl watching her nipples harder than she has ever felt them bouncing, his penis disappearing inside her and sliding back. Wet brown skin, silky, and sticky, moving up into pink lips. Then she feels it, before she can see -that throbbing, hard, insistent, as if pulling her to climax.. building- somewhere inside she can feel what is about to happen.

Fascinating to see, exciting to feel, she shivered a slight spasm, closing eyes, she clutched his shoulders tight, welcoming the feel of him about to erupt with her. He tightens up.. the throbbing becoming a sudden pulse.. so strong she might mistake it for her own climax.. the seed surging into her body filling her around his cock, running along his shaft visible for her to see as she feel it pumped into her. He gasped as she is so perfectly tight.. her pussy becoming creamy again. She watched.. noting.. licking unawaringly her moist lips and shuddered as if on cue her own climax, her once virgin snatch clamping down on his sticky cock making her thrust back her head and jut out her pert swollen breasts to the stranger lover beneath. 

He wrapped her in his arms fucking and claiming her as his, though he doesn't even know her name, he doesn't care so long as she is his now. Taking her offered breasts, he teased and then suck hard on them as if her climax would bring forth milk as well. "Ohhhhhh... shit..... yes...." He groaned, his cum pouring out in her in gushes and thrusts. His penis pumping till it is all used up inside her clenching pussy. At the end his cock was so hard it hurt in her, throbbing as the large orgasms end. Only the residual little ones from having him still in her remain and the feeling of oneness that they made. It was stronger than the first climax she had, increasing in level with his mouth sucking on her breasts, she cried again in all due silence whilst her world would never be the same as before.



Kim



I have always considered myself to be a normal red bloodied male. OK, maybe I am not as macho as the next man. I don’t have many male friends and I am not the type who enjoys pub or club life. Nevertheless, I am all man, from the top of my thinning and greying hair to the tips of my size eight feet and I enjoy everything that the opposite sex has to offer.

Women have always been the love of my life and I am always falling in love, often with more than one woman at a time, which can cause some confusion and not a few problems! Take Kim and Julie for example. Kim came to work for me some years ago when my hair was thicker and a lot less grey. She was a shapely blonde, with the most gorgeous breasts I had ever seen. Not that they were particularly large - if anything they would be considered too small by today’s silicone standards. But they had a perfect shape and it didn’t seem to matter whether they were confined in a pretty bra or left to nature.

When she first walked through my office door I knew that I was smitten. The old familiar tightening of the chest, the sweaty palms, the increased heartbeat - all the classic signs were there. And they got worse as the days passed.

Now Julie, my girlfriend of the moment, was also a beautiful woman. In her early thirties, she had a figure to die for, the sweetest lips you could imagine and a sense of humour to match. We had been together then for some months. Our sex life was wonderful and I loved her dearly, so what on earth was I doing getting notions of falling for Kim?

Well, I will try to explain. I have always found it easier to relate to women than to men. As one of my ex-lovers said to me once "You are in touch with your feminine side!". I took that as a compliment as women always seem to be relaxed in my company as I am in theirs. And it is not just sex, though that is never far in the background. The sight of a pretty heel, or shapely bottom, or well turned thigh, or glimpse of breast, can send my senses reeling. You see, I like to engulf myself in feminine company. 

Julie and I had an open and honest relationship and we both had friends of the opposite sex. Our relationship was strong and neither felt threatened by any of these friendships. So when Kim came into my life, I did fall madly in love with her. She had no idea of my feelings however, and treated me with the respect due to her boss. It was not until I plucked up the courage to ask her out for a drink after work one day that she had any idea that I was remotely interested in her.

However, she readily accepted and we made our way to a local wine bar. We found a seat in a relatively secluded part of the bar and passed the time in small talk. She was wearing a summer dress which revealed as much as it concealed. She was one of those women on whom any old rag looked like a party dress, only this was no rag. A round neck which dipped down towards those lovely breasts and gave tantalising glimpses of round flesh as she leant forward; a slim waist, accentuated by a leather belt; smooth silky material falling over her hips and laying on her shapely thighs, showing just enough to get my pulse racing, yet not enough to be "obvious" - she was a delightful picture to behold and yes, I beheld her oh so much that evening.

Julie was away on a course that weekend so I was in no hurry to rush home. When the conversation got round to boyfriends and girlfriends I saw my opportunity to find out more about Kim’s love life. She had, it seemed, been in a long term relationship before she joined my firm, but had broken up quite recently. She had never been married and had no wish to have children for a few more years. She loved being with men and didn’t get on very well with other women.

"Hmmm, this sounds rather like the opposite of me" I said, telling her about my own desire to seek the company of women.

"You surprise me, Nick" she said, "you strike me as being one of the boys!"

Well, I couldn’t let that pass, and in no time I had told her the story of my life. She was leaning forward with her chin on her hands, a look of intense concentration on her face. Her dress fell forward as she did so giving me ample opportunity to admire the swell of her breasts and a tantalising glimpse of nipple. I felt my pulse racing once more, and I could not help but move my chair closer to hers so that our legs were just touching under the table. I half expected her to pull away from the contact, but she did not, she even returned the pressure of my knee against hers. Becoming bolder, I put my hand on her thigh and lightly caressed her through the thin material of her dress. 

She seemed oblivious of this as she talked about her life and how it seemed to be mirrored in mine. If anything, she moved closer to me as she talked. The table was screening us from any prying eyes in the bar, so, holding my breath as I did so, I moved my hand gently up her thigh until it rested lightly on her mound. I felt her body move down slightly in the chair and press against my hand. Then her hand covered mine pushing it to her, parting her legs slightly as she did so. By now, I was growing hard myself and as my hand was pressed to her sex so her hand brushed gently over my crotch, feeling the hardness grow beneath her hand,

"Can we go somewhere Nick?" she asked. Of course, I said yes, and in no time we were in my car and driving somewhat erratically towards my apartment. We pulled up at my block, and in no time at all we were at the front door. As I opened the door, I motioned her to enter and she brushed past me in the most delightful way.

"Would you like a coffee or something stronger?" I asked.

"Something stronger would be nice Nick, please" she said. I sat her down on the settee and poured us both a shot of malt whiskey, seating myself next to her on the couch. She snuggled herself up against my shoulder and sipped her drink. Putting my arm around her shoulders I drew her towards me. She looked into my eyes, her mouth hovering dangerously close to mine. I could not resist the invitation and in a flash our lips were glued together, tongues searching and touching. My hands were roving all over her body - her back, her arms, her legs, her bottom. She was doing no less to me, and I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

She broke off the kiss and pushed my jacket off from my shoulders and down my arms. My tie went quickly soon followed by my shirt being opened to the waist. I was trying hard to slip her dress off her shoulders in the meantime, somewhat hampered by my jacketed arms, but as she turned her attention to my zip, I had her dress off her shoulders and down over her breasts in a trice. When I saw those delicious breasts fall free, I just had to bury my face in them. As she freed my cock from my pants, I latched onto a nipple and began to suck and tease it with my teeth causing her to shudder and her hand to rub faster on my cock.

The rest of our clothes fell to the floor and at last I was able to see her fully naked body. What a truly delightful sight it was. From her perfect breasts, over her flat stomach, her lightly downed mons, to her shapely thighs which parted for my hands to explore her rapidly moistening sex, shaved smooth. I lay her back on the settee and began to kiss my way down her body, starting from her lips, the little depression in her neck, her swelling breasts with their prominent nipples just begging for attention..... down over her tummy to her mons and resting there to breath in the delicious perfume of her sex. Then further south to her pussy, the lips now opening before me like a ripe fruit, glistens of moisture coating them like honeydew. 

I pressed my nose to her pussy lips and absorbed the musky perfume of her sex - the nectar of the gods. She tried to press herself to my face but I stopped her - I wanted to make this last a long, long time and I was not ready for her to take charge, not yet. With my tongue, I traced the route from the bottom of her vagina up her outer lips and down the other side, not touching her clit, just teasing. Her hips began to buck, but still I held her down. With my fingers I parted her outer lips and pressed my tongue to those inner lips which already were hot with the infused blood that flowed to the very essence of her. My lips kissed those nether lips and my tongue lapped at her juices now flowing freely. 

Moving up slowly, I found her clit, now peeking out from its hood like a baby penis, pulsing gently against my tongue. By now she was fairly thrashing her hips to try to increase the contact, her hands behind my head, trying to pull me towards her. I let her have her way as I pulled her clit into my mouth, sucking and licking while she moaned louder and louder. Suddenly she started to shake, her breathing growing short and then stopping altogether for long moments as her orgasm hit. She pulled my face away from her and lifted my lips up to hers, her hands searching for my cock. Pulling me towards her she glued her lips to mine, sucking and licking at her own juices that coated my face. She guided my cock to her pussy and in a second or two I was buried to the hilt in the most delightfully tight sheath that I had ever had the pleasure of making acquaintance with.

She started to move against me, drawing herself back and forth so that my cock slid in and out of her. I matched her movements, withdrawing to the tip then plunging my six inches to the hilt. Our pace began to increase in intensity and I knew that I would not last very long. As I started to moan with pleasure, she increased the tempo of her thrusts and my cum spurted into the depths of her pussy. I felt her clamp her muscles around my cock and she physically milked me of everything I had to offer.

As my flesh began to contract her muscles rippled in the most wonderful way, like a butterfly tickling me along all of my length. Pushing me away from her she bent down, taking my wet flesh into her mouth, she licked and sucked our mingled juices.

This was the start of a long lasting relationship. You may be wondering what Julie thought of all this when she returned. Well, dear reader, you will have to wait for the next instalment of this story to find out.



Kim



Watching my raven-haired beauty and lover of three years in the arms of a black bodybuilder named Sean Dixon makes my pussy ache. The two of them lie naked on their sides in front of our floor to ceiling closet door mirrors in our bedroom. Kim breathes hard as Sean kneads her small hard breasts in his powerful hands, long fingers grazing the tips of her excited nipples.

Kim's pubic hair is shaved except for a short, narrow strip of dark brown hair just above her pussy. She is waif-like thin, with flawless white skin and the most amazingly small, perfect breasts I have seen on any girl or woman. After growing up in a strict, religious home in Tennessee, it's amazing to see how far she's come. She's been my partner since coming to Los Angeles to pursue acting. We met at an open call for dancers in a music video. With my encouragement, she's been modeling nude in print and on the web for the past two years. Her latest project involves a streaming video website where she has sex with three other women on a regular basis for an appreciative internet audience. 

When Kim and I first started talking about having a baby, she volunteered. I told her I wanted the father to tall, strong and black. I wanted a mixed race baby. Kim has not fucked a man since she was eighteen, over three years ago, when she was beaten up by her asshole boyfriend after he accused her of sleeping with his best friend, so she's nervous about men in general, particularly a black man as big as Sean. I mentioned this to him last week as we signed the documents, relinquishing his legal claim and financial responsibility to Kim, me or the baby. "Go easy on her," I said. 

Right now, I am horny and jealous beyond belief, seeing my angel being ravished by this enormous man. His love-making is slow and deliberate -- kissing the side of her neck, running his fingers over the contours of her body. He repositions himself, pushing his muscular black body up against her, lifting her right leg up to splay her pussy, feeling the ruffled edges of her sex. Her gasps quicken in response as he nudges her clit, stroking the outer lips, probing her wet center, inserting one finger, then pulling it out. 

After minutes of working his fingers in and out of her, her musky heated scent fills the room. He tastes her, once, twice, making sure she sees him dipping and licking the juice off his fingertips, probing deeper and longer each successive time, savoring the nectar from her core. He tilts her head towards him, flexing the hard muscles of his arms, neck and chest, kissing her long and hard with his full, black lips. She sucks on his mouth and tongue, moving her hips rhythmically in response to his fingers that search the space between her thighs. 

Sean King's physique is world-class — this coming from a confirmed lesbian whose prepped hundreds of semi-naked guys and girls for bodybuilding competitions. At less than five percent body fat, Sean is a vascular marvel, an amazing labyrinth of veins. He is six foot five, massively developed at two-hundred ninety five pounds, with iron forearms, biceps and triceps, broad shoulders and chest, tapering to coiled abdominal muscles that, in turn, draw the eye further to his most impressive physical attribute.

"Jesus," I said at the San Jose finals last month, referring to the bulging mass in his tiny red posing suit as I rubbed oil on his striated quads. "Are you going be able to keep all that packed away?" His serious expression gave way to a wide grin, exposing neat rows of pearly white teeth. In addition to bodybuilding, Sean earns a nice income as a male exotic dancer, dressing up as a Zulu warrior, head shaved, complete with silver mask, nipple rings and chains. Free of professional bodybuilding restrictions, Sean wows his female audiences by showing everything including his eleven-inch schlong. "You know," I said, finishing up on the front side, "my partner and I are thinking about having a baby and we're interviewing candidates. Think you might be interested?"

"Girl," he said, "you hit me up with that shit at a time like this?"

As it turned out, Sean ended up winning the heavy-weight division and overall male competition in San Jose that night. More important, he did not forget about my offer.

"Five thousand dollars," he said, as the three of us sat together a week later at Starbuck's in Venice.

"Five thousand?" I said in disbelief.

"Cost you a hell of a lot more to do it the other way." He looked at Kim, then at me. "Seem a shame to knock a pretty young thing like that up. You sure 'bout this?"

As a senior vice president at one of Los Angeles's top advertising firm, money isn't the problem for me. Avoiding messy legal entanglements down the line is another matter. I took Kim's hand in mine. "We'll need to sign some papers. Is that okay?"

"It's your deal." Sean slugged down his coffee and looked at his watch.

"One other thing," I said. "What about insurance?"

"Insurance?" He looked at me like I was crazy.

"In case it doesn't work."

Sean smiled slowly and laughed. "That's good. I'll tell you what. Here's my guaranty," he said extending his hand. "We'll do it until we get it right." 

I told Kim I wanted to be there – to support her and to share in the moment. I've never had a problem seeing fuck other women, something we both enjoy, but this is different. Not that I have anything against Sean personally, but I thought it was just going to be boom-boom, straight to business. I forgot about the male performance thing, the arousal period and all that. He talks to Kim, teasing her in his low, steady voice, while his thick slumbering penis lies dormant on his leg, its rude looking foreskin extending beyond the concealed tip. 

"Feels good don't it, sugar?" he whispers to her, as his fingers dip between her thighs. "You like that?" 

"Yeah," she says in halting voice.

"You want to cum for Sean, baby?"

"Oh, yeah," she says, biting on her lip.

"Look at that beautiful pussy. You like that?"

Kim looks at the reflection of her and Sean spooned together in the mirror. "Yeah," she pants, legs parted.

"You and me gonna make some nice chocolate babies today, aren't we sugar?"

"Oh God," she gasps, as he slides his fingers inside her again.

"Daddy's gonna get that tight white pussy nice and hot and wet. You like that?"

"Don't stop."

He leans in close to her and whispers in her ear. "Then he's gonna put his big black dick deep inside you."

"God, yeah..."

"You want that black dick in your pussy?"

"Oh, yeah ...."

"Gonna be a beautiful sight, sugar, two of us stuck together deep and tight. Does that make you horny?"

"Fuck, don't stop...."

"Sean's gonna fill you up with nigga seed. Thousands of nigga babies swimming inside you. You like that?"

"Oh, God...."

"Reach down and feel that cock and those balls."

Her mouth parts in an agonizing, silent cry. She pants hard and opens her eyes, long enough to find his swollen meat. She grasps it, bucking her hips in rhythm to his persistent fingers.

"That's it sugar. Stroke that dick." 

She wraps her small hand around the dark shaft, pumping up and down. The slick chocolate head, previously hidden, slides out from the thick dark shroud of his foreskin. The flaccid weight of his soft organ hangs from her grip as she glides her hand up and down, his cock slowly responding, engorging and thickening. The blood is nearly visible coursing its way through the criss-crossing network of distended arteries and veins that cover his lower abdomen, pumping through the prominent dorsal vein on the top of his long black shaft, trailing to the smooth beveled head that pops free intermittently from its fleshy hood. 

"That's it, baby. Stroke me from the bottom all the way up, nice and slow."

She steadies the movement of her hand, guiding it slowly up and down from the root of his pole to the end, back and forth, feeling the weight of him in her hand.

"Nice and slow."

At the base of his penis, he's as thick in circumference as his wrist. His swelling erection arches beyond her fist, growing longer and harder as she pumps the swollen mass with her hand. She stalls briefly feeling his fingers bear down on her turgid clit, pushing her toward climax.

"That's it, sugar. Make it big and hard so Daddy can fuck you."

She gasps, mouth distorted in look of anguish. Her breathing stops and then the powder keg explodes. Her loins heave, hips bucking up and down. She clutches the carpet with her hands, body spasming with each seismic wave, breathless cries turned to screams as she climaxes in a series of shattering releases. Sean stands, tall and imposing, his partially aroused organ curving outward from his groin. He looks at me for a moment while Kim's body continues to shake and tremble below him, as if to confirm the inevitable. The size and power of his naked penis and body thrills and terrifies me. I cannot deny the effect. He watches as I finger my pussy and clit. 

I am not quite ready for the next part as he lifts Kim to her knees and positions himself in front of her mouth. A territorial emotion rises up in me as I see my lover forced to submit to him. She hesitates for a moment, reaching for the black shaft with her right hand. The contrast of their naked bodies in consort, his enormous frame towering over her tiny white body as she kneels before him sets me on fire. He encourages her to lick the brown head, to kiss it and suck it. 

I feel my pussy contract involuntarily as I watch her take his swollen tool in her mouth. Her eyes meet his as she holds him by the root, working her lips around the first few inches of his thick prick, taking more of him in her mouth as his huge testicles hang pendulous and waiting. His expression remains unchanged, dark eyebrows knit together, mouth slightly agape, his muscular chest expanding and contracting with each breath. He spreads his legs slightly, positioning his hands on his hips, watching her work. She bathes his cock in saliva, smacking and sucking, pausing to push the sweaty strands of hair out of her face, then returning to the methodical business of bringing him to full erection.

"That's it. Take it deeper. Suck it."

He reaches down and fondles the hard red tips of her nipples. She reacts hungrily, feasting on his manhood. He contracts his ass, driving himself into her mouth as she tries to swallow him, the saliva bubbling around her lips, falling in dripping strings to the carpet. He holds her by the head, forcing her further down the length, until she is nearly halfway, then she coughs and withdraws, wiping the frothy wetness from her mouth as she strokes the black mass in her hand. She pauses to admire his spit-slickened erection telescoping out beyond her grasp. 

She leans down and takes one of his testicles in her mouth, my pussy contracting involuntarily as I watch my lover's instinctual lust and craving. Her mouth and hands roam the contours of his body, squeezing his hard ass, feasting on the pleasures between his legs, arousing his size and passion further. She spreads herself wide as she leans below his crotch to lick his crepe-textured ball sack, taking the right one in her mouth, rolling it with her tongue, savoring it, then turning to the other. 

After several minutes she releases him, sliding her right hand up and down his enormous cock, cupping both testicles in her left to feel their weight, looking up to him for his reaction. His full dark lips are parted, the whites of his teeth partially visible, eyes now closed, chest expanding and contracting. 

She leans forward and resumes sucking his balls, pulling on them harder. After several minutes, they hang like ripened fruit below the throbbing wood of his swollen cock. She grabs his ass cheeks and bobs her mouth on the tip of his stiffened pole, teasing it like a sucker, dabbing her tongue intermittently to taste the juice seeping from the end. She purses her lips, concentrating on pleasuring the first few inches. The meaty edges of his fat prick head pop in and out of her pink lips as she works up and down. She holds him by his ass cheeks, working down his blood engorged shaft, sliding back and forth along its length. 

After nursing him for several minutes, his naked organ points skyward, restless and twitching. He pushes her gently onto her back and kneels, leaning over her, eleven inches of fully-aroused cock hovers over her smooth belly, the mass of his huge body nearly eclipsing her from view beneath him. From here I can see the breadth of his developed back and shoulders, the striations of each muscle, the curve that leads to the small of his spine, the tight, lean waist, and the small, round globes of his buttocks. 

The anticipation of him entering her makes me drunk with lust. I work the nub of my sex feverishly like a horny schoolgirl. As he circles the hard tips of Kim's small breasts with his tongue I feel my impending orgasm build. A clear filament of semen drips from the head of his cock to her stomach as he works his tongue between her breasts, down her stomach, lingering at her belly button. At last, he takes hold of his shaft, rubbing the swollen head against the glistening lips of her pussy, the fullness of his black organ poised to unite with her pale flesh. "Feel good?" he asks as he probes and teases her.

"Oh yeah," she says, arching her back, pushing her aching hole towards him. "Fuck me, hard."

"Say it good, girl."

"Fuck me hard with your big cock."

"That the best you can do? Say it like you mean it."

"Fuck my cunt."

"Say it like you want it."

"I want you to fuck my tight white cunt with your big black nigger cock." 

"That's it, baby. Sean likes it when you talk nasty."

He holds his cock in his right hand probing the wet pink flesh of her pussy, teasing her while I work my clit with my middle and index finger. I feel a quaking spasm drawing near and slow to a circling movement, caressing the sensitive skin above, below and to the sides with my finger and thumb. I am aware of my twin piercings, two silver hoops that hang side by side from the lower right lip of my pussy close to my enflamed center. I touch the metal, running my fingers over them, enjoying the contrast of hard steel deeply imbedded in my smooth genitals. My forefinger finds its way into my aroused, wet vagina, probing its inner recesses. I insert two fingers and glide them lightly around the inner walls, pulling them out, transferring the lubricating moisture to my ripened clit. 

By now, my legs are spread wide, cunt throbbing, displaying for Sean and my lover the wet craving center of my sex. I enjoy the wanton pleasure of my nakedness, my hard, compact body honed from years of dance and exercise. I give myself over to the lust I feel as I stimulate my breasts, my nipples, my clit like the cheap whore I imagine myself to be.

When Sean enters her, I feel a rush of adrenaline as if I am being penetrated. My loins ache as I watch Kim's tiny body open to accommodate his intruding mass. The loose skin directly around her clit flares, stretched and separating as her vagina is invaded. Her back rises and arches, hips raised slightly off the carpet as the head of his hulking organ disappears inside her. Her eyes focus on the space between her legs as he burrows into her, feeling the urgent pressure of his size filling her. 

"Oh, fuck" she sputters in surprise, breathing hard. Her red nipples point straight up like red daggers. She rocks her hips slowly back, as the first tapered inches give way to the full circumference of his erection. She hesitates as he pushes further in, her hands pressed against his hard abdomen, slowing his progress. He pulls back then pushes again. She cries out, gasping, her breaths come short and quick. He pauses, propped over her, supported by his muscular arms, the curving heft of his penis partially inside her. He pulls back slightly as she gathers herself, pushing forward slowly, coaxing her lubricating juices. The sharp odor of sex fills the room. 

"Oh fuck," she gasps.

He pulls back and pushes forward again. "You like that baby?"

She doesn't respond, eyes closed, mouth slung open. Taking his cue, he pushes deeper, filling her with the thickest part of his cock.

"You like Daddy's big black dick inside you, baby?"

She rocks her head back, breathing hard. "Yeah," she whimpers. He steadies his pace, sliding half of his erection back and forth inside her, his giant naked body moving slowly over her. The brown head of his cock pops free from her for a moment leaving her pussy wet and gaping. He repositions and enters her, moving more easily, plunging deeper. 

"Oh fuck, yeah," she says, watching his throbbing black tower disappear even further inside her. 

I move over on the bed far enough to watch the muscles in his tight ass flex, legs parted just enough to see his heavy balls slapping her puckered asshole. I am consumed by the power and strength of his body, hips and thighs rocking as he mates her with instinctive animal passion. She hangs her head to the side, submitting fully, legs spread wide to allow his huge prick to penetrate her. 

"Feel that, baby," he says leaning into her. "Daddy wants to give you everything. Are you ready?" He slows, pulling back until he is nearly out of her, then pushes forward slowly. 

"Oh....." she cries, feeling the entire length going into her.

I watch in amazement as his cock disappears from view, the curls of his pubic area meeting her flaming clit. From behind I can see his balls drooping, his cock fully imbedded in her. He moves his hips slowly, grinding her with his pubic bone.

"Oh God..." she moans. "Fuck..."

He leans forward and kisses her on the lips. She raises her head off the floor to meet him, sucking on his full lips. He withdraws slightly, then plunges forward, sinking every inch of his hardness into her again.

"Oh, yeah," she says, arching her back. "Give it to me. Fuck me with that nigger cock."

I feel a shudder deep inside me as I circle my clit. Sean pulls out of her, his black shaft emerging wet and shiny, then drives forward deep and hard. 

"Oh, God," she cries again. She lifts her feet off the ground, rolling like a comma, so that he can go deeper. He pulls back again, then reenters, slamming into her with ferocious intensity. 

"Oh fuck," she groans. "God, yes."

He withdraws, then rams her again.

"Fuck me," she howls. "Harder."

Slowly he increases the piston action of his cock in her. Unintelligible, guttural noises flow from her mouth. "Ahhhhhh," she cries out as he slams into her again and again, his powerful ass flexing with each thrust.

He closes his eyes, savoring the friction and stimulation. His upper body remains motionless as his lower body performs the male sex act relentlessly and repeatedly, his hips pivoting and pulsing with electric fury as he drives deep into her womb, again and again. The sight of his muscular body moving tirelessly over her makes my pussy throb. Sean looks over at me fingering myself. 

"Looks like your girlfriend likes it," he says, in a calm even voice as he continues to pound her, slamming into her hard with ferocious thrusts. "Maybe you should lick her while I fuck you. You like that."

"Oh, yeah," she says. "Fuck me."

The thought of Kim's tongue and lips on my swollen vulva makes me shudder with pleasure. I climb off the bed and step over to where my lover lies on the floor. I spread my legs and lower myself to her mouth. In a moment I feel the familiar sensation of my lover's tongue darting over my enflamed center. 

As Sean fucks her, I feel the collision of his body against hers, her head wrenched away from my wet hole. Despite the pounding, her tongue finds my pussy, sucking the surrounding flesh of my throbbing lips, arousing my desire. She senses the heat at my core, avoiding my clit, punishing me by concentrating her attention on the outer edges of my sex. Her mouth is warm and wet, moving around me, tongue entering my sopping center, probing, darting, tasting, licking. 




Kim



Sean's fucking continues unabated, his hot breath inches from my face, his eyes meet mine as we enjoy our mutual carnal pleasure. He shakes his head from time to time like a bull in heat, forestalling his inevitable climax, resisting the urge to slow his pelvic thrusts. From here I can see the pulsing action of his swollen organ working my lover's wet hole, withdrawing, then re-entering. His chest perspires heavily, the sharp odor of his sweating body fills my nostrils. 

He moves his face closer to mine and at once I feel the shock of his lips touching my mouth. Nervously, I taste his tongue, then feel his lips closing around mine. The deep core within me spasms, the walls of my vagina close involuntarily. Below me I feel Kim running her mouth and tongue up and down each side of my vulva, lingering for a moment on my piercings, before her head is jarred away, then spearing me with her tongue. 

The sensation of Sean's lips on mine intoxicates me. His tongue fights to probe deeper into my mouth, pushing against my hesitant tongue. At first I challenge his urge to penetrate me, then I yield, allowing him to ravish me with his lips and tongue. My head swims in a fever, loins soaked, covering Kim's nose, mouth, face with my vaginal juice. The musky, dank odor of sex brought on my friction, arousal, and exertion permeates the room. 

Kim's tongue flickers for a moment at the threshold of my ass, dabbing its puckered creases. Her mouth moves back to my pussy, fighting to stay there as she is ravaged by Sean's violent fucking. 

The twin sensations of my cunt and mouth being stimulated send electric currents through my body. I go dizzy for a moment, as if the room has suddenly come alive and breathing with me. The periphery of my vision goes blurry and I hear a ringing in my ears. An uncontrollable force seems to crush and pull me. 

All at once, I am spinning and falling, as if I have lost all connection with anything around me, except for my body which seems to explode in a burst of flames. It is my voice I hear screaming but I have no will or control. The center of my being extending from my throat to my toes contracts and releases violently again and again, leaving me exhilarated and exhausted. 

I am aware of the strong grip of a hand and open my eyes to see Sean supporting me, even as he shakes his head back and forth in the throes of pre-orgasm. All of a sudden he drives hard and deep inside Kim, pauses motionless for what seems like an eternity, arches his back, chest thrust forward, a low rumble building from deep inside of him until he erupts violently, bellowing like a caged animal. 

The sudden pause of his body and the pressure of his body forces Kim past the breaking point. Her agonized screams fill the room as Sean resumes fucking her with a series of sharp powerful thrusts, her body wrenching and shaking as she climaxes, head flailing from side to side. 

A minute passes. Sean slows the rhythm of his lower body, pauses for a long time, then pulls his throbbing organ out of her. He leans back still kneeling, balanced on his heels, his enormous cock spent, distended and wet. To my surprise, I crawl to him, eager to lick the shiny film from his softening organ. My lover watches me, exhausted, her legs still parted, unconcerned by the creamy white male ejaculation trickling from her freshly fucked vagina. I kiss and suck Sean's softening penis, savoring the taste of semen co-mingled with her juice. 

I turn my attention to Kim. Her pussy is swollen and red. I probe her gently with my fingers and tongue, tasting the fruits of intercourse, her pussy now drenched in black seed. She watches me quietly as I gather rivulets of semen in my fingers as they flow out of her and push them back inside. She smiles. I lean forward, closing my lips around hers, brushing her soft hair with my hand, satisfied.



Kim



It was one of the biggest deals my firm had ever closed. We'd been working on this project for well over a year, putting in hundreds of hours trying to get the largest consulting contract we'd ever had, one that would keep the ten consultants in my firm busy for almost three years.

Even with all the other clients to deal with and, of course, trying to run a consulting business, I'd been virtually been living in Santa Fe for the past year as we completed a pilot project leading up to the big one. While there are worse places one could spend one's time than Santa Fe, my schedule had taken its toll on my 50 year-old body. I was ragged around the edges to say the least but, all in all, it was going to be worth it. Since my wife had died three years ago, I had poured everything into work, probably to keep from having to think about my personal situation. And I have to admit that while the professional part of my life was thriving, other parts were suffering somewhat. I'd pretty much abandoned my friends back home because of all the travel and I didn't have that many close relatives to have much of a relationship with. So, I had my work.

One of the things that suffered this whole time was my sex life. Carol and I had been married for fifteen years and our sex seemed as new and adventurous to us at the end as it did in the beginning. Once she died, however, in an auto crash, my libido seemed to die at the same time. I pride myself in keeping in shape and a widowed man, fairly young and vigorous, seemed to draw women, so I had a few affairs along the way, mostly one time events, but in all of them, I seemed to be play-acting. I felt almost disembodied, like I was watching someone else have sex. Sure, most of the women were good, some even outstanding, and all of them were attractive. But, while this in the only place I can admit this, where I can shield my identity, sometimes I even had trouble performing. And often, when I did, as I said, it felt like going through the motions. 

After clinching the consulting job, I decided to stay over in Santa Fe to enjoy some of the things that I didn't take the time to enjoy over the last few months. It really is a lovely city, with terrific restaurants, interesting architecture, and a thriving art community. 

After a night of celebrating our win, all of my colleagues flew back to our home office to get to work. We'd rented two condos for the people traveling into Santa Fe and we were going to keep them over the next few years so I had a place to stay and hang out while I enjoyed the city. 

So, I slept late, or at least late for me - 8 AM, and then sauntered down to the little outdoor café to have breakfast. After consuming a decadent plate of huevos rancheros, I sat back to read the paper, have another cup of coffee and watch the people go by. For a guy that had been keyed up for the last few months, this mini-vacation was starting off well. I was almost in a reverie when the calm was broken when I heard a shout, "Bill Carpenter, you old rascal."

I turned and saw an old friend of mine approaching. He was someone used to be a neighbor and our families had gotten fairly close, but over the last few years, since they'd moved, we had only kept in touch with the occasional phone call or letter.

I stood and extended my hand, "Art, what a pleasure to see you here. How are you? It's been years since I've seen you."

He smiled, "It was in 2003, the year we moved. That's almost five years. I was so sorry to hear about Linda. We didn't hear about it until a week or so after it happened and we were devastated. She was such a great lady."

"Sit down for a bit, Art. Yeah, she was and I appreciate the note from you and Jean. She was a special lady and I miss her every day. So, how's the construction business? Still building huge shopping malls?"

"Yeah, still grinding away. That's the reason I'm out here. We're going to bid on project on the edge of town. We have so much going on I'm not sure we even want it, to tell you the truth," he said with a laugh.

"I know you Art. You'll do it. So, how are the kids? God, it's been ages. What are they doing now? As I remember Robert was into sports in a big way and Kim was into music. So is Robert the star quarterback and Kim a concert pianist by now?"

Again, Art laughed, "we do need to catch up. Robert is in the 11th grade and, in fact, he is the quarterback on his high school football team. And Kim is 19, and is going to be going to Duke this fall. As a matter of fact, she's out here with me. She loves to travel and she has a couple of weeks off. I have an idea. Why don't we get together for dinner tonight? She'd love to see you and it will be good for us all to catch up. Deal?"

We shook hands and agreed to meet in the lobby bar at 7 for a drink and to figure out where we would have dinner.

Even though there was no conscious reason I did it, that evening, before going out, I spent extra time in grooming and dressing. After my shower, I stood before the mirror before getting dressed. "Not bad for an old man," I mused as I looked at my naked body. I am 6 feet tall and weigh the same thing I did in college, 175. Even though the skin was a tad looser than it was when I was younger, I was still in good shape, with broad shoulders and a flat stomach, and I have to admit, buttocks that were still firm for my age. I noted a few gray hairs among those that covered my torso and groin but for the most part, they were dark brown. I noted my cock in the mirror and reached down to hold it. 

"I haven't given you enough exercise in the last few years, have I old boy?" I said with a smile. "Maybe we can change that at some point."

I stroked it a couple of times and was pleased to feel the tension building and I noted how the skin pulled back over the head. I turned vainly to see my cock standing out a bit from my body and I knew that with a little more manipulation, I could have it rising and becoming rigid. So, that's what I did. I leaned over and let some saliva dribble from my lips dropping to the head. I moved it around and felt the length of my cock becoming engorged with blood and my balls tightening. I reached down to feel the sac holding them and I rolled them around in my hand. With the other hand I moved the lubricant over the head and down the shaft. I turned to look it the mirror and I was pleased to note that my cock was now fully erect and it curved, almost like a banana, but from base to tip, I estimated it to be in the 7" range. 

"Guess I'd better get moving, boy," I said smilingly. "I might be able to give you some more attention later but now I'm running late."

The truth of the matter is that I had always enjoyed being sexually excited and I didn't want to lose that feeling too quickly. Even though the last few years had not been the greatest sexually, I still loved to be conscious of my cock. By conscious I mean feeling it move in my trousers as I walked for example, or when I'm sitting, looking down to see it outlined against my leg. I don't necessarily mean that I walked around with a hard dick, but I did like it when I thought about sex and was aware of my cock - when I could feel the head swelling for example and the sac tightening as my balls swelled. I liked it when I saw an attractive woman and felt my cock twitch, wanting to escape my trousers and come into contact with flesh. I hadn't had that feeling enough in the last few years. That's something I would have to work on.

I went down to the lobby and spotted Art nursing a drink. "Did Kim decide she has something better to do than have dinner with two old guys? Smart girl."

Art laughs, "no, as usual she's just running late. She remembers you very well and is looking forward to seeing you."

I ordered a drink and Art and chatted for a bit before he signaled across the lobby. I turned and saw Kim or someone I assumed was Kim coming towards the table. This couldn't be the same girl I knew a few years ago. This young lady was stunningly beautiful. She was dressed simply but very attractively and she needed no makeup. She was probably 5'7", slim, with dark brown hair, blue eyes and a flawless complexion. Needless to say from that description before she even got to the table, this was a very striking girl.

She reached out her hand, "Mr. Carpenter, it is so nice to see you." 

I leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Kim, it's great to see you too. Your father didn't tell me that you would be the prettiest girl in Santa Fe."

She blushed, "that is so nice of you to say, Mr. Carpenter. I don't believe you've changed a bit since the last time I saw you. That must have been when I was 13 or 14. I still remember you hanging out with my dad and helping me with my homework. Do you remember the treehouse you helped me build? My dad is a big time contractor and you had to be the one that taught me how to drive a nail. I bet that treehouse is still standing."

"Sure I remember Kim, and by the way, call me Bill. And I also remember babysitting for you when you were a kid. You were the biggest tomboy I'd ever seen. I can remember you coming over dressed in your jeans, wanting to go hiking, or play football, or build something. But most of all, I remember that when you got through with all that, you'd come in a play the most beautiful music on the piano. Do you still play Kim?"

She smiled, revealing beautiful white teeth, "yeah, didn't Dad tell you? I got a music scholarship to Duke. I start in the fall and I'm so excited." 

"I can't wait to catch up on what all of you have been doing the last few years. Let's go to dinner and talk."

The concierge referred us to one of the terrific restaurants in the area that serves southwestern cuisine. During dinner, we had a great time talking about being neighbors and close friends over the years. They were a great family and I regretted not keeping in touch as much as I should have. 

As we'd ordered coffee and dessert I asked Kim what she'd planned to do over the next few days in Santa Fe. 

"Other than sleep, you mean? I do intend to catch up on that. But, I also want to see some of the area; I've never really spent any time out here. And I want to do some shopping of course. And maybe go to some of the museums and galleries they have in the area also. So, how about you? What are you going to be doing the next few days?"

"Other than shopping, pretty much the same thing. I've spent a lot of time in the Southwest, but most of it has been on business so this time, I want to get in some sightseeing. Otherwise, I want to try some good restaurants, maybe have a massage or two, lie by the pool and read, and also go to some galleries and museums. They have some great ones in the area."

"That sounds great. Maybe I'll see you at the pool. I intend to get a little sun and also catch up on reading things I want to read for a change instead of things I have to read for class."

We made our way back to the hotel and wished each other a good night, and promised to get together the following night for a drink. After a great night's sleep and a workout in the morning, I went down to the pool with a book. I spread out on a lounge and pulled off my shirt to get some sun and had just settled in reading when I heard a soft voice. 

"Hi, Mr. Car...er, Bill. Do you mind if I sit next to you? What are you reading?"

I looked up. Wow! Kim had on a tiny bikini that left virtually nothing to the imagination. Her body was magnificent. The bra barely covered big and very taut looking breasts. She must have been at least a C cup. The fabric of the bra began just above her very pert, erect-looking nipples. Another centimeter briefer and I could have at least seen her aureole. And the rest was just as nice. The little bikini bottom was the size of a ladies handkerchief and just did cover her crotch. Her legs were long and smooth and lovely, like the rest of her.

"Hi, Kim, how are you today? I'd love for you to sit next to me. I'm reading a biography of Alfred Kinsey." I think I was blushing.

She leaned over to adjust a towel in the chair and she had her bottom to me. The bikini bottom was almost, but 

"Kinsey? Is that the guy that did all the sex research? The one that said it was okay for girls to masturbate?" She giggled as she was saying this, knowing that it was making me uncomfortable. 

I squirmed and smiled, "I guess he did. At least he said that most girls, and even more boys, were doing it so I guess that makes it okay. I'm surprised you've even heard about him. Most of his work was published a long time ago."

"You may be surprised what girls talk about when they get together. Everything thinks that boys think about sex and talk about it all the time but girls are probably just as bad, or maybe even worse. We used to look up his stuff on the web and send emails to each other about some of the most outrageous kinds of sex he talked about. Teenage girls can get totally fixated on sex. Didn't Kinsey say that females are at least as interested in sex as males?"

I decided to steer the conversation to something else. "Last night was terrific. It was wonderful, catching up on what you and your family has been doing over the last few years. You have a great family you know."

"Yeah I know. And it was great having dinner with you too. I loved Mrs. Carpenter. That must be so hard for you."

I looked at her. "It's a little better now. But I have to admit I thought for a long time I'd never be able to get over it. So, let's talk about something else. What are you going to do today?"

"Well, I'd like to see some of the area but my Dad's working and I'm still too young to rent a car. So, I guess I'll just do some shopping or something. How about you?"

I replied, "I don't know, maybe walk around town some. I want to see the area at some point too."

She looked at me with a smile, "I have an idea. Let's go out together. We can either have lunch or maybe go somewhere. Dad will be working all day and I don't know anyone else here."

While I wondered initially at the propriety of a 50 year old man going out with a 19 year old girl, I figured that we were both adults and after all, we'll just going to be out in public. So, I told her I'd get a car and we could drive around for the afternoon, to see what New Mexico had to offer. 

We rode around the rest of the afternoon, stopping when the mood struck us. This was really a pretty part of the country and Kim was a delightful companion. She had a great sense of humor and is curious about so many things. She kept returning to the subject of Alfred Kinsey and she probed me on his findings about sex, and about mine. I kept trying to change the subject but she was pretty persistent. I have to admit that I was attracted to her. She's worn shorts and a halter-top. Her legs were very shapely and smooth. The halter-top emphasized her beautiful breasts and when she leaned over I noted the fullness of her rounded curves. Her nipples were just faintly noticeable and I could imagine how they would feel beneath my fingers - or between my lips. Whenever we walked around, she kept leaning into me so I could fee her tits pressing against my arm. I'm sure she noticed that half the time, I had an erection or at least a partial one. 

In the middle of the afternoon, after we'd been walking around some local shops, we got back in the rental car - I'd rented a convertible for the day - and I noticed that her fair skin was getting slightly pink. 

"Kim, you'd better be careful or you'll get sunburned. Do you have on sunscreen?"

She replied, "no, do you think I need some. Darn! My skin is so white. Wait I think I may have some with me." She looked in her purse and pulled out a tube. 

As we drove, she applied it to her face, neck, frontal torso and legs. She then asked me, "would you mind putting some on my back, Bill? It's hard for me to reach it in the car."

So I pulled over beside the road which was pretty secluded. She turned so her back was to me, and I squirted some sunscreen on my palm and rubbed my hand together to warm it up. I began at her shoulders and rubbed it on her neck as I lifted her hair. There is something erotic to me about a woman's neck, particularly when it is exposed after raising her hair. I massaged it in and moved to her shoulders. She arched her back and moaned, "Bill, that feels good. You have nice strong hands. It feels like you're giving me a massage."

"Thanks," I mumbled, continuing to apply the lotion. It was good that her back was turned because otherwise she probably could see that I was somewhat flushed because of the sexual tension that I felt at least, not to say that she could probably also see the tent in my crotch from an erection. Her skin was smooth and tight. I applied the sunscreen over the straps on her top and down her back. When I looked down, I could see the waistband of her panties slightly above the top of her shorts. I knew she had on a thong. I rubbed down to the top of her panties. I figured I'd better stop when she said, in a somewhat husky voice, "Rub some under the strap of my top please. I want to make sure I don't get burned anywhere. Hang on a sec."

She reached around and untied the bow in the back and the straps fell away. She pressed the front to her breasts so it wouldn't fall away. Dutifully, I applied more sunscreen to the area that had been exposed. I hoped she couldn't tell that my breathing had accelerated but in actuality, I thought I could hear her also. She was almost moaning. She then lifted one arm.

"Put some on my sides please, Bill. I want to make sure everything is covered."

My fingers moved to her side and I gently rubbed the lotion into her skin. Her skin was so soft and smooth it was like rubbing my hands over fine silk. Now she was moaning softly, almost purring. As I moved nearer her breast, she flinched and quickly I moved away. But, she reached around and held my hand.

She said, in a husky voice, "no, don't stop."

And then she let the top fall away. She had her back turned so I couldn't see her breasts but she reached around and took my hand and moved it to them. I weakly tried to resist but as soon as I felt the soft yielding flesh, I couldn't. I gave up all pretense of applying lotion as my hand cupped her breast. I kneaded it. Then I reached around with the other to cup her other breast in my hand. God, they felt so good, big and smooth, firm and soft at the same time. Her nipples were so hard that they felt as if they scraped the palms of my hand. She leaned back now into me now, with her head pressed against my face. I could look over her shoulder and see the big globes of flesh in my fingers. She was audibly moaning now. 

"Ah, Bill, God, that feels so good. Do you like my tits Bill?" She put her hands over mine and pressed them into her softness. And then she pulled one hand down moving over her stomach towards her groin. 

I pulled away. "Kim, we can't do this. I'm old enough to be your father, almost your grandfather. This isn't right."

She turned to face me and for the first time, I saw her naked breasts. They well very well-shaped and full. Her aureoles were dark reddish-brown and her nipples were hard, sticking out like pencil erasers. I wanted to lift them and put them to my lips and suck her like a baby. 

"Bill, I'm a grown woman. I'm old enough to know what I want." She leaned in to kiss me but I pulled away.

"Kim, I think we should go now."

We drove back to the hotel in silence. I was mortified that I'd taken advantage of a young girl, one that I saw as a child running around in the backyard. Since Linda and I could never have kids, I had always looked at several children in the neighborhood almost as my kids so it Kim almost seemed like my daughter. At the same time, she was a very sexy girl and she seemed really mature for her age. What I wanted to do was take her back to the hotel, pull off her clothes and fuck the hell out of her. But, I couldn't help feeling that I was taking advantage of her.




Kim



Just as we were about to arrive, she finally spoke. "Bill, can I ask you something?"

I turned to her, "sure Kim, you can ask me anything."

She looked at me with a puzzled expression, "did you stop back there because you wanted to or because you thought that it wasn't right for an older man to be doing that with a much younger girl?"

"Kim, believe me, you are an extremely attractive and desirable woman. And, I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't enjoy it and want to do more. So, I didn't stop because I wanted to Kim. I stopped because...well, because...it just seemed wrong at the time. I kept thinking of what your father would say."

She smiled, "Bill, that's the answer I wanted. And, just don't think of what my father might say. I'm a grown woman now. With grown-up needs and desires."

We left it at that and made plans for dinner again in the evening with her father. When we met, it was like nothing had ever happened between us. There was a part of me that was glad but a bigger part that regretted what I'd done. I couldn't get the thought of those beautiful breasts out of my mind. After I'd gotten back to the room, I was able to stroke my cock and relive the moments when I held those big orbs in my hands and felt her nipples harden between my fingers.

During the meal, when Kim went to the bathroom, Art said that he had something he wanted to talk to me about. 

"Bill, I have to leave tomorrow to go back east. It is a little bit sudden; we'd planned to stay until the weekend. And I'm having a hard time talking Kim into going with me. She wants to stay out here a few more days. So, Bill, I have a favor to ask of you. Could you kinda look Kim for a few days? She's pretty self-sufficient so I don't think she'll be a bother, but if you'd rather not, just say so. I'll understand and we'll forget about it and act like I never brought it up."

I stammered a bit. "Art, I'd be glad to but I'm not sure Kim wants to be looked after by a 50 year old man. We had a nice time today but I'm sure that's not her idea of a dream vacation - to hang out with an older man."

Art smiled, "you wouldn't think so would you? Actually it was Kim's idea. She insisted on staying and said she enjoyed being with you and didn't mind at all if you kept tabs on her for the next few days. I can assure you she won't be a problem. She's really a good girl. Thanks, Bill, I really do appreciate it. I didn't want to disappoint Kim by having her leave early and this is a perfect solution."

When Kim came back to the table and Art told her about our discussion, she smiled demurely at me, and told me how much she'd like that. So, we made plans for the next day. We agreed that she'd go shopping while I finished up some work and then we'd meet late in the day.

The next morning I called a friend of mine to get some suggestions for galleries and museums that we could go to. I knew that Kim was interested in Art and I thought this would be a thing she'd enjoy a great deal. He indicated that we were in luck. He could arrange for us to have a private showing in the Georgia Okeeffe museum in town. 

I had long enjoyed her work, particularly the horticultural paintings, so I jumped at the chance. I know this could possibly sound like I'm a cultural philistine but one of the reasons I liked them is that many of her flowers are so evocative of the female vulva. I had seen several of them before and it such a strong similarity to me that I would almost get an erection when I looked at it and studied it. 

I called Kim to see if she was interested and she said she was. So we arranged to meet to go to the museum and then have a late dinner.

Over the last few hours I'd thought over what Kim said earlier, about being mature enough to know what she wanted. Even though I knew my cock was doing most of the thinking for me, I decided that if she expressed any more interest at all in having sex, I'd pursue it.

I picked Kim up in the lobby of the hotel early evening. As we drove to the museum we talked about art. Kim wasn't that familiar with Georgia Okeeffe. I didn't want to tip her off too much to my views so I was somewhat general in the descriptions of her work. I wanted her to discover things for herself.

So, as we went through the museum, which was deserted except for the party of 15 or so people in the private group, Kim and I talked about what we were seeing. In somewhat of a gross generalization, Okeeffe's work can be grouped in three broad categories - eerie depictions of bleached out animal bones; stark, barren landscapes; and florals. While I liked them all, I was most interested in the florals. I was interested in seeing Kim's reactions.

We'd browsed the museum for thirty or so minutes when we got to the floral section. What was interesting about the first one we looked at was its detail. It was a bold, close-up depiction, almost like were using a telephoto lens. I don't know if it was intentional on O'Keeffe's part or not but, to me, most of her paintings of flowers evoked the female sex organ.

For example the outer and inner petals of the first one we looked at obviously looked like labia, the foliage around it which evoked pubic hair, and a stamen (I think that's what it's called) reminded one strongly of a clitoris. Additionally, the colors were combinations of lavender, tan, and blushing pink, with purplish-red streaks running through. It actually reminded one of a pussy that had gotten inflamed with passion. A few of them had drops of dew, that obviously could be compared to the lubrication of an aroused vagina. 

Kim and I stood there for a moment, just staring. Then we moved on to the next but Kim stopped me and asked if we could go back to the first one. So we did and moved closer to see it better.

"Kim, do you like this one?"

She replied, "yes, I love it, particularly the colors. And the rounded form and curves and crevasses are interesting."

I inquired, "does it remind you of anything?"

She looked at me and I think she was blushing. "Yes it does. It...you may think this is crazy...but it reminds me of a vagina."

I smiled, "I don't think you're crazy at all. Lots of people have said that Okeeffe's florals are erotic. What specifically do you see?"

"Well, the petals, the way they're rounded, remind me of the space between the leg and the vagina. And then the folds in the petals are like the fleshy part of the outer vaginal lips. And then the way the flower creases looks like the rounded part between the inner lips and the er...hole. And it's all so smooth and soft looking. The colors look like inflamed flesh and veins. With the colors and the drops of dew, it all looks moist, like it is excited. And as you look at the whole thing, it draws you in, just like a vagina wants to draw things inside, to engulf it. It looks caressable and inviting, like it should be licked. "

I could feel the tension in my cock and balls as she was saying all this. She had perfectly captured what I saw earlier. I knew then that Kim was not only smart and artistic but also very, very sexual. I looked at her and now I was probably the one blushing. 

I replied huskily, "I agree with you. I think it must have been intentional on her part even though she never admitted it, at least as far as I know. Let's see the rest."

As we proceeded to see the rest of the work, Kim took my arm. I could feel her soft breasts as pressed them to me. She held my hand and it brushed against her lower stomach, just above her groin. Each time we stopped she continued holding my arm and a few times, moved her body so I could feel both of her tits on my arm. Her hand was clammy and she kept rubbing my palms with her hands. For some reason I've always found that to be incredibly sexual.

As we continued on the tour, seeing more the paintings of that floral oeuvre, we continued to talk about how erotic they were. I spoke about how delicate and vulnerable the flowers looked, like they should be petted; how vulnerable they appeared. Kim talked about the colors and how some looked like a vagina that was not in a state of excitement while others looked like it was highly aroused. 

As we were viewing one, Kim whispered, "Bill, look at this one. This looks like a clit. No, actually it looks like a little cock, and see, it's all moist with precum. It actually has the little hole in the end. Bill, it makes me want to touch it or lick it."

Of course, I was fully excited at this point and had taken off my sportcoat and had it draped in front of me so my hardon wouldn't be so evident. But of course Kim knew, because she brushed her hand across it a few times and looked at me with a smile when she did so.

"Kim, this one is just beginning to blossom. It reminds me of a pussy, and how it spreads like it is blooming when a girl gets excited, how the little droplets of water bead on her inner lips. I don't know how many vaginas you've seen up close Kim but when inflamed with passion, it became a little darker in color, and the clit begins to peek out from under the hood."

Kim pressed my hand down further to the V between her legs. She rubbed it around a bit. "I know Bill, just like my vagina right now. We have to get out of here."

We split off from the group. Because so few people were there, there were nooks and crannies everywhere that one could go and be totally private. So, I pulled her into a couple of those and kissed her deeply and massaged her breasts and buttocks. She held my cock and caressed it, running her fingers from my balls to the head. We had to soon get some relief.

We were comfortably away from our small party, when I espied a bathroom. I knew that it would be deserted so I took her hand and pulled her in the door. She didn't resist. 

It was easy from there to pull her pants and panties down her legs. She stepped out with one leg but her clothes were gathered around her other ankle. I did the same thing, slipping off my trousers and underwear around my ankles. I turned her away and leaned her over so her hands were resting on a sink. I kept talking to her, telling her that her cunt was swelling and opening like those flowers. My hands held her ass and pulled the buttocks apart. Further, I put my fingers on her pussy and it was steamy. She bent over and spread her legs as my fingers opened her cunt and massaged it, feeling the fluids coat my fingers. In the meantime, her hands were stroking my cock, pulling and tugging it. As I felt her warm pussy, I wondered if she was a virgin. Her pussy was streaming cunt juice and she moaned as I rubbed down her slit and massaged her clit.

She guided my cock to her pussy. "Fuck me, Bill. Make me cum. Fuck me, please."

She held my cock as it sunk into her pussy. She pushed back to take it deeper and I began a rhythmic fucking, all the time telling her how good her pussy felt. I looked down to see my cock slick with her juices. I reached around to fondle her tits as I drove into her harder.

"Fuck me hard, fuck my cunt hard. HARDER." I was afraid someone would hear her yells but I didn't care at this point.

My thrusts got harder, almost lifting her off her feet, with loud slapping sounds as my groin hit her quivering, quaking ass. Now with short, hard strokes, I exhorted her to cum with me and we exploded and I spurted semen inside her pussy. After a few final long strokes, I pressed to her, with my cock buried inside her still-spasming pussy. 

I told her that I wanted her to leave her panties off and put them in her handbag...that I wanted my cum draining from her hot pussy the rest of the tour. We cleaned up a bit and re-joined the group, but in a few minutes we excused ourselves and slipped out. On the way to the car, we stopped to kiss and fondle each other more and I knew that we were going to have to get to a place to be alone soon or we'd be fucking in the parking lot. 

On the way back to the hotel, at first we just talked about how this had all happened. I guess I was feeling guilty taking advantage of her. She quickly reminded me that if anything she was taking advantage of me. She told me that she'd only had sex with one other guy, a former boyfriend and then only a few times. But she said that she'd always been very interested in sex and had actually thought about this the first night we met. And that she was glad it happened.

"Bill, I can still feel your big cock inside me while we were in the bathroom. I want it more. I want to spend the night with you tonight."

We quickly parked the car and went to my room. As soon as we entered the door, we were ripping each other clothes off. For the first time, I looked at Kim's nude body. She was so lovely. Her skin was alabaster, smooth and soft. She looked small and vulnerable as she stood in front of me nude. But I only had a second to look at her before she melted into my arms. We groped and caressed, our need overriding my desire to take it slow and savor it. I maneuvered her over to the bed and she sat down on it, with her face level with my fully erect cock. She held it, with one hand on my balls and the other rolling over the head. I held the back of her head as I felt her lips kissing the tip of my dick and her tongue flicking out to probe the end, sucking up the precum. She then opened her mouth and put the head inside, then withdrawing it a bit, leaving saliva on the head. She spread that around with her hand until the top half of my cock was well-lubricated. I watched as my cock slid again into her mouth and she began to fuck my cock deeper inside her mouth. I knew that soon I would be cumming and I wanted to wait, so I pulled her to her feet, as she protested.

When she was standing, I reached down to lift one of her tits to my mouth, taking her big nipples between my lips. It grew and became harder as it entered my mouth. It must have been 1/2 inch long. I moved from one to the other sucking them in. As I was doing so, Kim had reached down to caress my cock that was nestled against her crotch. She moaned, "Oh, Bill, your..." she paused, trying to make up her mind "....your prick is so big and thick. It feels so hard. I want to feel it and ......and....fuck it." 

Reluctantly moving from her hands, I whispered, "a little later, Kim and I'll fuck the hell out of you. Right now, I want to taste your pussy."

So putting her on the bed, I buried my face in her hairy mound. Her pubic hair was long and soft and smelled of soap and maybe shampoo. Her legs were splayed open and I could see her moist pussy a few inches from my eyes. I lowered to plant a kiss on her pussy lips. I opened the outer lips with my tongue, pushing each lip to the side so I could gaze into, and kiss the inner lips. I could faintly smell her desire. She was incredibly wet. "Oh Bill, what are you doing. No one has ever kissed me there. That drives me crazy." As she was doing all that questioning, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her crotch. 

I began to make long, show licks all up and down her pussy, beginning at the top and ending at her asshole. About the third lick, Kim began to buck. I began to focus on her clit, which was peeking out for its hood. I tongued it around and around. "Oh God, Bill, that is so good." She had a startled look in her eyes as if she couldn't believe the sensations. Her hips started to move in a fucking motion, faster and more insistently. "OH BILL, OH BILL, I CAN'T STAND IT, OH BILL, BILL, BILL." She held the back of my head and fucked my face, with my tongue leading the way. As her climax subsided, she then pushed my open mouth into her open pussy and just held me. I could feel the inner lips contracting with her orgasms. They finally subsided and her body relaxed. She sighed several times as I moved up her body. I gave her a deep kiss. She looked at me, with half closed eyes. 

"God, Bill, that was wonderful. I've never been so excited." She smiled. "I bet you just think I'm a slut."

"I hope you are, Kim, because I need a hot little slut like you," I responded with a smile. 

As she smiled back, she reached to grab my still throbbing rod. "Oh Bill, you are so hard. I need to take care of you. Lie down," she commanded. I did as I was told. As I reclined, of course my dick stuck straight up into the air. Kim's silken hand caressed the length of my rod. 

"Oh Kim, that is wonderful. Feel it baby." 

Kim looked into my eyes, "Bill, I want to fuck you now. I need your big cock."

She continued to caress me. One hand grabbed my balls and rolled them over and over. Kim's breathing was becoming labored again and I could tell she was getting really hot. "Bill, I need to feel you inside me first. I am so wet." 

With that, she straddled me and spread one leg to the side, with one knee on the bed. She never lost contact with my prick. She rubbed it between the lips of her pussy. I let her take the lead. She put about an inch into her. She continued to look into my eyes. I had never seen anyone look so innocent and so lustful at the same time. She began to ride my rod and it slowly began to sink further inside her. I couldn't control myself so I began to meet her thrust for thrust. Her pussy caressed my dick. She continued to look into my eyes. She fucked my for several minutes as my rod sank deeper and deeper. She was very but extremely well lubricated. When at last she finally sunk my rod all the way in, she gasped and her eyes widened. Her ass touched my legs and her pubic hair met mine. 

She kept moaning, "So wet and hard, oh, Bill so good." 

She began to ride me, pulling up several inches and seeming to get another grip on my cock and settling down again. I could hear the action, as the flesh of her pussy caressed the flesh of my cock, and the surrounding wetness her vagina walls made a sucking sound as she moved up and down and I met her thrust for thrust. 

"Kim, you are incredible. What a hot, beautiful woman, with such a hot, sexy pussy," I managed to get out between gasps. I had never been this turned on with pure lust. And, for someone who probably only had sex with a man a few times, she was extremely lustful herself. Her tits bobbled as she rode me. I reached up to caress them. He big nipples felt rough and insistent in my hand. Occasionally, I would cup her globes loosely so that her nipples would just graze the palms of my hand. We both began to fuck faster.

"Oh, baby, fuck your hot Kim, fuck me Bill, fuck me good," Kim repeated. 

I love sex talk and I was delighted that she seemed to like it too. "I can feel your hot pussy caressing me, baby. So hot, wet, and ready. Fuck my hard dick, baby." 

I felt the folds of her pussy surrounding the head and shaft of my rod. I concentrated and felt her pussy lips clinging to my every thrust. This was wonderful fucking. Our bodies moved together, faster and harder. The strokes became longer and deeper. My dick felt like it was growing and stretching to fuck deeper into Kim. Her tits were bobbing and her hair fell around her face. Her eyes were half-open, staring at me. Her nostrils were flared and her breathing was heavy. I could see a sheen of sweat on her upper lip and on her tits.

To me, there is nothing as sexy as a woman in heat. Kim may have been an inexperienced lover but the passion she displayed was remarkable. The way she locked into my eyes was perhaps the most erotic thing of all. With every thrust, she looked like she was trying to inject me with pleasure. I wanted to please this woman so badly and I could tell she felt the same way. She opened up her sex up to me entirely and welcomed me in the most intimate place that a woman possesses. Kim reached behind and grabbed my balls and rolled them in her hand. That made me even hotter. She began to rock harder. 

"OH GOD BILL FUCK ME HARD BABY, FUCK ME HARD. OH GOD THAT FEELS DO GOOD, FUCK ME BABY FUCK ME," she yelled loudly. 




Kim



I don't know what her neighbors thought but I'm sure they could hear her. "AAAAHHH, BILL, AAAAHHH, BILL, OOOOOHH,"she shuddered with a hard series of orgasms. 

"Cum in my pussy Bill." 

She was overcome with passion. Well, if I wasn't ready before this put me over the top, hearing that beautiful lustful woman have an orgasm and talking about it. 

"OH KIM, OH Kim, OH Kim," I could only repeat as I began to unload spurt and spurt of cum inside her. 

It had been so long that I filled her up and could feel the cum dropping out of her pussy on my legs. She collapsed on me, with her pussy splayed open over the base of my dick. As Kim lay on my chest, my cock softened and slipped out of her cum-filled pussy. She rolled off, with one leg still draped over me. 

"Kim," I looked at her, "you may not have much experience with sex but you really have a knack for it. That was wonderful." 

"Oh Bill, I never had any idea that sex could be this good. I'm glad I was good for you. Whenever you are ready, soon I want to do one more thing before we sleep." 

I looked at her incredulously. She already had two big orgasms and it sounded like she wanted more. Well, I may be a little older but when a beautiful woman like Kim says something like that, I take notice. "Well, what did you have in mind." 

In answer, she reached down to the head of my balls, scooped some cum off and sucked it off her finger. She was amazing. She may not have had much sex but she had great instincts and apparently loved it. We rested for a few minutes, almost dozing with relaxation. I awoke to feel Kim's hands moving. I looked at her. She was staring at my groin. She was breathing harder than normal and she had a sleepy, glazed look that emanated lust. She began to run her fingers up and down my torso, just lightly brushing and stopping before she got to my groin. After a few minutes of that, I was beginning to get hard. Kim slipped down my body to my groin, and raised my rod, which was quickly rock hard, and began to kiss my balls. She licked my balls and my sac became wet with her saliva. She nibbled her way to the base of my shaft and up it to the tip. She then kissed the head repeatedly, at first just with closed lips but with her lips spreading more and more with each kiss. Just the tip, half the head, and finally down to the base of the head. The head of my cock is big so I know it was a struggle to stretch her mouth to do it. Her saliva drained down the side of my dick. The veins popped out with desire and I could feel her mouth as it settled further and further below the head. Her tongue swirled around and, as she pulled out a little, she sucked that much more. It felt exquisite. Suddenly she turned and pushed her ass towards me. 

Taking my dick out of her mouth, she said, "I want you to watch my pussy while I eat you. Don't touch it, just look at it get wetter and open up, like those flowers we saw." 

This girl may be somewhat new with this but she sure learns fast. She put one leg on each side and her pussy and ass was a few inches from my face. Her puckered asshole was beautiful and her pussy was still white from the earlier cum, which had dried. Her pussy was open and I could see the cum become milky again as it mixed with her pussy juices. She was crazy if she thought I was going to stay away from that hot box. She continued to caress my dick with her mouth and tongue. I couldn't see it but it felt like she was talking at least half of it in her mouth. My dick was at its maximum length and thickness, engorged with desire. Her pussy continued to stare in my face. 

I had a plan. Kim's hand on the base of my cock began to caress the shaft faster. As she sucked up and down with her mouth, her hand was jacking my dick. I couldn't stand it much longer. I reached up to kiss her sweet pussy. At the same time, I wet my finger and began to massage her asshole. As my mouth touched her, she jerked like she wanted to move away but then she pushed towards my mouth and opened her legs further by thrusting one to the side. I could feel an orgasm building. I don't know if she wanted a load of cum in her mouth but she was going to get it. I didn't have any choice. As the cum began to rise, I sucked her clit into my lips and pushed my finger into her asshole just a little. She began to buck, fucking my mouth and finger. I hung to her clit as best I could. She then completely pressed it against me. My dick began to erupt in her mouth. She was making moaning and sucking noises. Her pussy soaked my face, with my saliva and her juice. She rubbed her clit up and down my tongue and then managed to move to sink my tongue deep inside her and just stayed still and caressed my tongue with contractions. My dick kept spewing and she stayed on it sucking it down. Finally, we both shuddered and then became still, with her open pussy in my mouth and my dick in hers. Her contractions subsided and my dick began to soften. Still we didn't let go. It seemed that we wanted to merge totally and openly mouthing the others most intimate parts and that we didn't want to let it go. We remained that way for several minutes. 

Finally she turned, snuggled into my arms with a kiss and a sigh, and we slept, knowing that in a little while we would awaken and enjoy each other again.



Kim



There is something enjoyable about fucking another man's wife and turning her from being a loving, one man wife to a slut who will open her legs for just about any man who wants her and Kim is one such woman. She'd been happily married for five years and had never strayed before when Craig, my best mate and I pulled her up one night in a city centre pub. My name by the way is Phil.

She was dressed in a short black skirt and matching jacket with a white blouse beneath and she was very naïve, bless her. We managed to separate her from her friends and offered to see her home which she was only too happy to agree to. She even told us her husband was away for the week on a fishing trip and it was music to our ears. We got a taxi and as soon as she'd given her address to the driver we went to work on her. We'd purposely sat her between us and the taxi hadn't gone a hundred yards when we each had a hand on her stocking covered legs, slowly rubbing them through the nylon material and listening to her breathing increasing as we went ever higher up her legs without complaint from her. 

The booze she'd drunk was keeping her defences down I guess and it wasn't long before her already short skirt was around her waist and her panties were down by her ankles. We kept looking at the taxi driver and saw he'd moved his mirror so he could watch us as we both fingered her wet pussy together. Kim was a willing partner in all this I hasten to add and was egging us on by telling us we could both fuck her after the taxi dropped us off. Ten minutes later it did just that and after paying the driver and giving him her wet panties we escorted Kim into her house.

She wasted no time when inside, sliding her jacket from her shoulders and removing her blouse. Craig ripped her bra from her before pushing her to her knees as I unzipped my flies and took out my already hardened cock. Kim's eyes glazed over at the sight which greeted her as her hand went instinctively to my cock and guided it to her open mouth.

"Go on you fucking married slut, suck it," I heard Craig say as he removed his trousers and underpants to reveal an equally hard cock between his legs.

Kim made no reply because her mouth and throat were full of my cock despite her gagging every time it slid into it. This was for us, not her. I know you ladies will think this chauvinistic, but hey, that's life and besides she wasn't complaining. Craig grabbed her head and pulled it clear of my cock and shoved his own into her now eager mouth. I will say one thing for her, she may have been naïve but fuck me could she suck cock. Craig looked in heaven as she went to work on him, taking him deep into her throat and now without gagging.

I ran my hands across her shoulders and down her sides until I was cradling her tits in my hands and squeezing her nipples.

"Fuck me Phil can this slut suck cock," Craig said as Kim looked up at him with a look of hurt in her eyes. I guess she'd never been called a slut before; too bad for her.

I was eager to taste the wet pussy I could smell and so I dragged her head from Craig's cock and stood her upright.

"Time to fuck this," I said as I ran my hand across her wet snatch, making her moan with expectation.

Craig removed her skirt and told her to lead the way to her bedroom.

"Can we use the spare room and not fuck in the bed I share with Tom."

"No. It's your bed or nothing," Craig answered, knowing how horny she'd become. 

He was right because she led us into her bedroom and turned a photo of her husband back to front. I turned it back the right way. She left it alone and lay on the bed as we fully undressed before lying beside her panting body.

"Oh God fuck me boys. Fuck me. Give those cocks," she said in a pleading tone.

Craig pushed her onto her back and straddled chest before pulling her head forward slightly and sliding his cock once more into her mouth while I lay between her open legs and began running my tongue across her smooth, hairless pubic mound and down between her legs, skirting her pussy and clit as my tongue caressed the sensitive skin beside it. I could hear muffled moans and groans coming from her mouthy and I could taste her wetness where it had smeared across the insides of her thighs. I was enjoying the aroma of her arousal and kept telling Craig to fuck her throat more because she was near to cumming.

The only sound now leaving her mouth was the slurping of her saliva as it filled and leaked from her mouth and her muffled groans of arousal. I knew it wouldn't take much to take her over the edge and began taunting her telling her how I knew she wanted too cum and was going to make her wait until I was good and ready to let her do so. Her muffled whimpers told me I was correct and as I rubbed my hardness against the mattress to relieve my own arousal I ran my tongue along the slit of her leaking pussy and was greeted by a gush of her juices as she orgasmed in near cock enforced silence. Her body arched slightly and shuddered as she succumbed to her release while I drove my tongue in and out of her flooding hole, extending her orgasm even longer.

Finally it abated and I rose to my knees and suggested to Craig that we swap places before fucking her, something he willingly did, telling me he wanted to taste her cunt juices for himself. Kim was a silent partner in all this and just accepted what we said. I guess she knew it would make no difference if she said anything. "Fuck she tastes as good as she sucks," Craig said as I slid my cock into her mouth and straight down her throat.

"For someone who doesn't fuck around she's not doing too badly," I said as I grabbed her head and began pulling and pushing it along the shaft of my hardness. Craig was right she really could suck cock and I could feel her tongue stroke mine as it slid back and forth inside her mouth while her saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth.

"Are you enjoying that pussy of hers?" I asked Craig and got a mumbled reply which I took as a yes.

Her body was again beginning to shake and I knew she was ready to cum again and began taunting her once more, telling her we were going to make cum like she'd never cum before and that she'd be cumming for most of the time we were there. It did the trick and as my cock slid from her mouth she emitted a loud scream as once more her body was ravaged by her orgasm. She was still cumming when I told Craig it was time my cock went in her cunt. When he rose from between her legs his face was covered in her sticky wetness. Within less than fifteen seconds his cock was back in her mouth.

Her mouth was wrapped around Craig's cock and I watched as he disappeared into her mouth and then re appeared. My own cock was now rock hard and I pulled her small frame towards me by her legs and lifted them to gain access to what I wanted more than anything; her pussy. She offered no resistance, sighing loudly as I slid my cock slowly into her wet hole. Craig had slid from her mouth and her sighs soon changed to short gasps as I began fucking her pussy while Craig did the same to her mouth.

God she was fucking tight, so tight in fact I could feel the ridges of her pussy caressing my cock as it slid in and out of her wet hole and I told Craig he was in for a treat when it was his turn to use her pussy.

"Oh God fuck me please. Fuck me. Fuck me," she kept repeating over and over.

"This slut likes our cocks Craig. It seems she wants more of us. Your turn to fuck her cunt now." I said as I withdrew from her, taking a long rope of thick pussy juice with me which fell onto her sheets. She sighed as I slid from her and than gasped as Craig rammed his full length into her pussy and immediately began fucking it.

"OH GOD YES. FUCK ME. MAKE ME A SLUT. JUST FUCK ME HARD. HARDER!"

She was nearly screaming now and I wondered what her neighbours would be thinking and whether she realised, but really I didn't care as it was going to be her problem not ours.

My cock was back in her mouth in a vain attempt to keep her quiet as every time my cock tip slipped from her mouth she let out a wail of arousal before I slid back into her mouth. I throat fucked her for about another two minutes before feeling a familiar sensation in my groin as I built towards cumming and as I withdrew from her mouth I came, directing every jet of cum into her mouth, telling her not to swallow it.

"Fuck Phil I'm going to cum as well."

"Cum in her mouth", I said and watched him quickly pull from her and aim his cock at her mouth moments ropes of grey cum shot into her open mouth, making a pool of cum in the bottom of her mouth and leak over the rim of her lips.

"Now swallow it." I said, not caring whether she liked to or not. Both of us watched as our cums disappeared down Kim's throat.

We used her for our enjoyment another twice that night before leaving her naked with her face and hair covered in cum, telling her we'd be around the next night and were in fact visitors to her body for the next three nights. Kim made no complaint, she just asked us to use her as we wanted.

The demure and faithful housewife was no more. She was fast becoming a cock loving slut; our cock loving slut and we intended keeping her that way.



Kim



When I was 19 I was going out with a 20 year old girl by the name of Kim. I had met her in a pub about a year earlier. She was out with an old school friend of her's and an ex girlfriend of mine, Sandra.

I'd bought the girls a drink and got chatting. Still friends, but no way Sandra and I would be an item again as her new boyfriend was the best thing since sliced bread! I did have sex with her again some time later but that's another story! When Kim went to the ladies, Sandra asked me what I thought of her friend. I said that she was good looking with a good body but a bit shy and quite. Sandra told me to bring her out of her shell as there weren't too many 20 year old virgins left! Sandra had lost her cherry to me and I remembered how enjoyable taking it had been some 2 years before. The chance to deflower her friend did appeal to me! Kim returned and Sandra took the chance to nip to the toilet and we got talking I ask her if she was dating anyone and was told no, so I asked her out. She accepted but told me that she had not been out with many boys and was shy. 

To cut a very long story short, I started going out with Kim and after several months of careful coaxing and slow move touching, I managed to break her open and even cum in her on her first fuck! (I still have both the panties she wore before and after, the latter still stained with my cum and her pussy juice plus the blood stain from her broken hymen)! After two nerve racking weeks, she went on the pill.

After about 6 months though she told me after making love one evening, that much as she enjoyed sex with me, she felt left out as I had fucked several girls before meeting her. As some of my relationships had been open, I asked if she wanted to experiment with others. After several minutes thinking, she said that "Yes, I suppose it is."

This turned me on. So after about a week I asked one of my old friends, Rob if he would be up for a threesome. I explained that Kim may not oblige, but he took the view that a good night would be had anyway in the pub first so yes he was up for it! 

We met at the local. Kim was unaware of the plan and thought Rob was just there by coincidence. We had several drinks with Rob and I ensuring Kim had large measures! At closing time Rob walked home with the two of us. I asked Rob if he wanted a coffee, and of course he did! Kim made the drinks as we sat in the living room. When she came in with a tray she seemed to look at Rob's crotch which was where is hard on was! I sensed she had guessed the plan by now and was game. Rob excused himself as planed and went to the toilet. I asked Kim if she would like Rob to fuck her before he went home as I'd seen her eyeing up his manhood. She was shy all over again and said nothing. I beckoned her over. She knelt in front of me and we kissed. I opened my fly and pushed my trousers down. She started to suck on my erect shaft and go into a sexual trance. Rob entered the room and saw what was happening. 

Unsure of what to do he looked at me. I returned the look and leaned over Kim's back grabbing hold of her dress and pulling it back exposing her knickers as she sucked me off as I sat in the arm chair. This was his green light! He stripped down below his waist his cock being hard and fully erect and came up behind her. This was the critical moment, but she let him slide her knickers down past her knees and off onto the floor. Rob then parted her legs and put his red end into what he later told me was the open lips of her very wet pussy. I looked at him and nodded. He rammed into her and even with my cock in her mouth she moaned with pleasure as he built up momentum! Kim stopped sucking me and looked up at me smiling. I quickly removed her dress and bra to leave her naked. Her mouth resumed work on my cock as her breasts rubbed against my thighs powered ultimately by Rob's thrusts! After several minutes I could see Rob was near. He grabbed Kim's waist and held himself tight inside, the look of pleasure on his face saying it all as he filled my girlfriend with several waves of his hot semen. This made her cum and in turn I followed, filling her mouth with my creamy spunk as well.

Rob got up and collapsed into an armchair. Kim having swallowed moved up and kissed me deeply on my lips, the salty taste on her breath only started to get me erect almost at once. After just a few minutes I was hard again and I rolled on top of her and entered her sopping cunt. This was a first for me and I fucked her hard cumming after about ten minutes! As I got off her Rob got on and shortly afterwards fired blast number three into her before going home!

After this Kim became very experimental and daring in the following months! But more about that later!



Kim: A New Beginning



It had been two years since we had seen each other. We didn't end on such great terms. We both said things we regret but at the time we felt each painful word.

But now we had come full circle and were ready to explore our friendship and find 'us' again. So we made arrangements to meet in Grove City. In two years this crossroad town had grown with new possibilities for our rendezvous. 

I got there first as I was excited to see him. I wanted it to be just right and played in my mind over and over again how the first look and how the first touch would be. I knew it would be hot but I had no idea what was in store.

I was wearing a light blue t-shirt, no bra, pink lace thong and a short jean skirt. I decided to stay dressed as he always enjoyed making love while I wore at least one piece of clothing. I prepared the room with candles and strategically place the M&M's and Altoids and the oils and of course the chocolate raspberries. And then I heard it the knock at the door. I was nervous but I answered it with butterflies and excitement.

There he was. All handsome in a new Hugo boss suit. He smiled at me and purposefully walked in the room. We hugged and it felt better than I even could imagine. I moved in for a kiss but he stopped me and said before we begin, I have something for you. I protested and said all I wanted was him. But he was firm and insisted I deserved this.

He then took my hand and led me to the big cloth chair and told me to bend over the headrest. I was intrigued that he wanted to start with anal sex. I figured it was what he must have missed the most so I decided to give him what he wanted. He then told me to lift my skirt up over my butt cheeks. I was sure by now gazing at my ass he must be hard. But then he said it...This is for everything you put us through. You were a very bad girl and I must punish you. And then I felt it. SMACK! He thrust the back of his hand against my right cheek. Smack! And then against my left cheek. SMACK! Again and again.

At first I was mortified, speechless and embarrassed. But there was a piece of me that liked it. He was taking control. He kept telling me I was a bad girl and with each smack my ass burned but my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I felt like I could cum with each smack.

And then he stopped. I was relived and yet I was so horny and wet. My clit was throbbing. He then told me to take off my skirt and thong. I tried to protest and he said firmly that he was not through with me and if I ever wanted to feel his cock inside of me, I would listen.

I took my skirt off and slid my thong over my burning butt. He then told me to lean over the chair again and he would finish my punishment. I did with some delight as he started to whale at my naked ass. Over and over again. My ass was burning and so was my pussy. I was so drenched that I was getting the chair wet. He knew it too and reached down and stuck his fingers into my wet pussy and asked if I had learned my lesson. He wanted to know if this time I would be good and give us a chance.

As I started to say yes, I noticed the throbbing mass in his suit between his legs. He was turned on and now the anger in his eyes was gone and all he had was love for me. He led me to the bed and pushed me down and lied on top of me as we passionately kissed. He told me he missed me and wanted me like never before.

I undressed him down to his boxers and began to blow my warm breath into his shorts. He moaned and said he missed that. He was so hard. I pulled down his shorts and began to suck him but he stopped me and said he wanted to kiss me and so I climbed on him and we kissed for what seemed like an hour while exploring each other's bodies.

And then it happened it. He pushed me off of him and we made the most amazing love. He entered my hot swollen pussy and pumped and grinded me as we both starred at each other's eyes. And then...my mouth got cold as my blood was rushing to my soaking pussy and I came so furiously that my movement pushed him over the top and we came together.

He stayed on top of me as we talked for a very long time catching up while we kissed and fondled and sucked and bit and I came over and over again.



Kim Again



"I need to know that Kim accepts us coming back for a return visit," Jake said. "She has to give the Ok, knowing that we would probably use her and humiliate her, just like last time." 

Joanna thought this sounded reasonable, but was going to be pissed if it didn't work out. She had not bathed in 4 days, as Jake had wanted her crotch and armpits to stink. She didn't like the sticky way her skin felt from not bathing, and so had been washing herself with a washcloth, being sure not to clean her armpits, asshole area, or crotch. She had been wearing the same panties the whole time and was confident that if a stinky cunt was needed, hers fit the bill and then some. 

Jake hung up the pay phone and jumped back in the car. 

"We're good to go!" 

"What did you say to her?" 

"I just the told her that me and Joanna were in the neighborhood and asked if it would be all right if we stopped by to use her bed again."

"And she said 'Yes'?" 

"Well, she didn't sound enthusiastic, exactly, but she said we could." 

Kim answered her apartment door wearing an old but comfortable-looking flowered house dress. She was barefoot, as usual. 

"Come in," she said in a manner that was not particularly friendly. 

"You can use my bed to fuck, but that's all. No funny business, Jake, and I mean it." 

Jake surprised Joanna by slapping Kim across the face. 

"Don't you talk to me like that, you goddamn bitch!" 

The slap wasn't very hard, but it stung. Kim held her hand to the side of her face. Tears filled her eyes. 

"Goddamn, Jake, take it easy. Don't hurt me." 

"Don't make me hurt you. You don't give me orders, you understand?" 

"Yes, Jake." 

"All right then. Let's just settle down here. You have guests, girl. Why don't you make us some coffee?" 

Kim obediently went into the kitchen and put water on the stove. 

Jake led Joanna into the living room and they sat down on the leather sofa. Jake began removing the items from the top of the oak coffee table in front of the sofa. A few minutes later, Kim entered with a tray containing three steaming cups. 

"Why did you clear off the table?" 

"Take that coffee back to the kitchen. We'll have it later. And if you're wearing panties under that dress, take them off before you come back." 

"Jake..." 

"Take the coffee back, I said." 

Kim turned and walked back into the kitchen. In a few seconds she returned. 

"I cleared off the table because I want you to sit on it, in front of us here, so we can look at you."

"Jake..."

"Goddamn it, quit arguing with me. Now sit down on the goddamn table!" 

Kim sat on the table top, cross-legged. 

"Thank you. Now hike up that dress so we can see your cunt."

"What?"

"You heard me. I want Joanna to see what a slut you are. Now do it." 

Kim looked around the room quickly, as if she was going to see something that would change the situation. She looked back at Jake, who was beginning to look angry. 

"I don't like waiting, Kim." 

Kim hung her head, and her hands reached down and grabbed the material at the bottom of her dress and she pulled it up. She lifted herself to slide the dress under her and up to her waist. She had no panties on. 

"Good. Now lean back on your elbows, lift your legs up in the air, and spread them as far as you can, to give us a good view." 

Kim did it, keeping her eyes tightly closed, obviously embarrassed to be exposing the most private part of her anatomy in this way. Not just showing it, but holding her outstretched legs far apart and obscenely displaying it right in front of two people. 


"Open your eyes," Jake said. 

"Look at us when we look at you. In fact, look at Joanna." 

Joanna could feel the other woman's humiliation, and it excited her. He leaned forward to give a close-up examination of the wide open cunt before them, and Joanna leaned close, too. 

"Now," he began, "Kim, as you can see, has a very prominent clitoris." 

As he spoke, he reached out and took the growing bud in his fingers, and held it as he talked. 

"It's quite enormous, in fact, when she has a hard-on." 

The clitoris was quickly becoming erect, growing up and out of its sheath, and it resembled a small penis. Joanne had seen it on their first visit, but not this close, and was amazed at the length and thickness of it. 

"This is what happens," Jake went on. "It turns out that both men and women have in their bodies both sex hormones. Men have a little estrogen, and women have a little testosterone. It's true. But everybody's glands aren't always in perfect balance. Sometimes men have more estrogen than they should flowing through them, and it makes them effeminate. Some women have more testosterone than they need, and if they do, they tend to have a bit more body and facial hair, they tend to act a little more aggressive, and they tend to have big honker clits like this one." 

Joanna thought to herself, this bitch acts aggressive? It sure doesn't look like it from here. She didn't say anything. 

"But there's something else interesting about Kim's cunt. It's a squirter. She's got a big g-spot just a little ways up her cunt. You can reach it easily with your fingers. She can have some whopper orgasms just from jacking off her little cock here, but to get the real gushers, you got to hit the g-spot, or hit that and the clit both. Should we show her, Kim?"

Just a few seconds of manipulation of her clitoris had changed Kim's whole outlook. She appeared to no longer care if it was humiliating to be exposing herself so fully. She was breathing hard and her voice seemed far away. 

"If you want to."

"Joanna, do you want to watch Kim's torrential twat in action?"

"Sure." "Ok, I got to go get something. Here." 

He took Joanna's hand and raised it to Kim's splayed-open cunt. 

"Hold this little guy till I get back." Joanne took the engorged clitoris in her fingers and held it firmly as Jake got up and walked into the kitchen. Kim looked at Joanna, then down at her fingers holding her clit, then back and Joanna and then threw her head back and moaned loudly as she orgasmed. Some cunt juice squirted out, and her bucking hips dislodged the clitoris from Joanna's grip. 

"You're supposed to wait for me!" Jake came back into the room carrying a large and heavy glass bowl. 

"Here, put your legs down." 

He had Kim stand up and he pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it aside. He guided her down onto her knees on the floor next to the table, bent forward at the waist so that her chest and shoulders rested on the table. He pulled her legs apart so that her cunt was only a foot or so off the floor. He placed the glass bowl on the floor between her legs, directly under her cunt. 

He said in a gentle voice, "Kim, you know what this bowl is for, don't you?"

Kim nodded. 

"You want me to come in it."

"That's right. And I think we can kill two birds with one stone here. I'm going fuck Joanna on your bed in a little while, but there's one small problem. It seems that she's forgotten to wash her cunt lately, and, well, to tell you the truth, I just can't put my dick in something that stinks that much. So Joanna's going to take off her pants and panties now, and sit down right here on the table in front of you with her legs open. If you wouldn't mind, I 'd appreciate it if you'd lick the stink out of her cunt. Just suck up that stinky paste and swallow it. I know you don't have much experience eating cunt, so I'll tell you that while you're licking it, more paste will be flowing out, so you'll have to swallow fairly often, otherwise it's going to run down your chin and drip on the table. We don't want a stinky table, do we?" 

Kim weakly shook her head to indicate "No." 

Joanna needed no prompting. She had been anticipating this moment for some time. She stood in front of Kim and slowly took off her jeans and then peeled down her panties. She sat on the table and swung one leg over so that her legs were wide open, and then slid down until her smelly crotch was right in Kim's face. She reached down and carefully took the other woman's eyeglasses off her face and put them aside, then took Kim's face in her hands and slowly began rubbing her pasty cunt lips against it, smearing her stinky juice all over Kim's face. 

Jake positioned himself at Kim's side. He reached under her belly and began milking her clitoris. As soon as he did, Kim began licking and sucking on Joanna's stinky cunt lips. She lapped at the filthy cunt greedily, and if she minded the very strong taste, she didn't show it. Jake first brought Kim to a clitoral orgasm similar to the one she had already had, which produced a small squirt of liquid. Then he plunged two fingers into her cunt and began wiggling them back and forth. In a matter of seconds this produced a major gushing of watery liquid from Kim's cunt into the bowl. While he prompted one orgasm after another from the woman on her hands and knees, he continued his discussion of Kim's cunt. 

"Yes, cunts like this one can squirt out a lot of liquid, and it's not an unusual cunt. Go to the library sometime, and read the famous Masters and Johnson's report, the chapter on female ejaculations. Several cups of this come can often be extracted. It looks a little like piss, but it's not piss. It has been mistaken for piss, though. I heard about one couple who were going to get married but the woman called it off after accusing the guy of pissing in her cunt during lovemaking. What an idiot. As if I guy could piss while fucking. It's almost impossible to piss through a hard-on, much less when the dick is being stimulated. The valve to the urinary tract shuts down tighter than a drum, so that the urethra is clear for the flow of semen. All that really happened is that his dick was hitting her g-spot and she gushed out all this thin liquid. She thought it was him, pissing in her. What a dipshit." 

No one was particularly listing to Jake's monologue, he knew, but it provided a distraction. Sometimes direct stimulation does not achieve a climax, he understood, because a person is thinking about having an orgasm. Thinking can get in the way. If one's attention is diverted from the idea of coming, it can happen more easily. Kim didn't seem to be needing any psychological assistance, though. She was squirting heavily and regularly into the bowl. 

After a long period of having her cunt cleaned, Joanna had shifted positions and was now laying on her back on the table. One arm was raised fully and bent back at the elbow and Joanna rested her head on that hand. The other hand was holding Kim by the hair, guiding her as she licked the filthy outstretched armpit. 

"Look at this bitch," Joanna was thinking. "My armpit absolutely reeks and she's licking it clean as though she loved it. What a pig." 

Jake watched as Kim licked both of Joanna's armpits clean, and then stopped masturbating her. He stood up and took Joanna's hand and said "Well, time for that fuck, yes?" They started walking toward the bedroom, when Jake stopped and turned back to Kim, who was laying on the floor, exhausted. 

"Oh, I almost forgot. Kim, show Joanna how much you appreciate that I jerked you off so many times." Kim raised her head and looked at him. 

"What?" "Bring your bowl here. And don't spill any of it." 

Kim got up and picked up the bowl and brought it to them and held it up. It contained more than two cups of warm, mostly clear liquid. It smelled like Kim's cunt, not surprisingly. 

"Well, we don't want to waste all that good come, do we? We should be good citizens, and recycle, don't you agree?" 

Kim didn't say anything. She just stared down into the bowl for a few seconds and then raised it to her lips and began to drink it. They stood watching until she had drunk it all down. 

"Go to the kitchen and put the bowl away, and fill two large glasses with cold water and bring them to the bedroom."

Jake and Joanna went to the bedroom and Jake undressed. Kim entered with the two glasses of water. He put one on the bedside table and gave the other to Joanna and asked her to drink the entire thing. When she was finished he took the empty glass from her and handed her the full one. 

"I can't drink this much water, I'll be pissing all night." Joanna protested. 

"Well, I don't consider that a problem, do you Kim?" 

Kim shook her head. 

Joanna drank half the second glass and was too full to drink any more. She was sitting on the edge of Kim's bed. 

Jake then said "Kim, tell you what, go sit on the floor in front of Joanna. Hold one of her tits with both hands and suck on the nipple while I think of what we should do next. Suck one for a minute or so and then do the other one. Go back and forth." 

Kim didn't seem to have much fight left in her. She did as she was ordered. Joanna enjoyed this, as she was sure it was humiliating for the small-breasted woman to have to hold her heavy breasts in her hands and suckle at the large nipples. Jake watched for about ten minutes and then told Kim that it was time for some fucking. He said it would be Kim's task to provide anal stimulation to both of them during the fuck process. She was to kneel on the bed at their side and lubricate her middle fingers with saliva. She was to insert one of her middle finger's up Joanna's asshole, and the other in Jake's asshole, and to keep the fingers in there and wiggling while they fucked. Jake soon discovered that Kim's wiggling finger up his ass was highly stimulating, and he came hard after only a few minutes of fucking. 

Without even being told, Kim licked Jake's spent cock clean after he pulled it out. She then turned to Joanna and began lapping at the other woman's cream-filled cunt. After she had licked and sucked on it for a while, she gently rolled Joanna over onto her stomach and laid down between her legs. She pried the woman's butt cheeks apart and began licking her asshole. Joanna's enjoyment of the ass licking was impeded after a while, by her growing need to urinate. 

"Jake, I gotta go pee."

"Good. Kim will be helping with that, too, won't you Kim?" 

Kim gave no answer. Jake took her arm and raised her to her feet and led them both through the doorway to the bathroom. 

"Jake," Joanna whispered to him, "I can't pee with somebody watching."

"Don't worry, you won't have to. Just play along." 

Jake had Joanna sit down on the toilet as far back as she could on the seat. He then pushed Kim down to her hands and knees in front of the toilet and positioned her head on the front edge of the toilet seat. Kim's head rested on the seat directly in front of Joanna's cunt. 

"Kim," Jake said, "close your eyes and keep them closed."

"You see," Jake explained to Joanna, "Kim thinks your cunt is very beautiful and she loves the way it smells and tastes. She's been thinking that any piss that flows out of so wonderful a cunt must be delicious too. She wants very much to taste your piss. Isn't that right, Kim? Look at Joanna and tell her. Do it." 

Jake slapped Kim's naked ass, hard. The sound of the slap echoed loudly off the tiled walls. Kim opened her eyes and raised her head to look Joanna in the face. 

"Yes," she said, "I want to taste your piss." Jake slapped Kim's ass again. 

"You won't get to taste it unless you're a little more sincere than that." 

Kim then said, "Joanna, please let me taste your piss. Please."

"That's better. Now put your head back down on the seat there and close your eyes and keep them closed. Good. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Good. 

"Joanna, I'm going to leave the room, and Kim will keep her eyes closed, so no one will see you peeing. Take your time. If it takes a while to get started, that's all right. Be sure that you piss on her tongue, though, so she gets the full taste of it." 

Joanna's contempt of Kim had been growing since their first visit to their apartment, when Jake had made Kim eat her cunt and lick her asshole. There seemed to be no boundary to the depths to which this wimpy bitch would sink, Joanna thought. Fucking slut. Fucking pig. She's going to taste my piss, all right, she thought. She's going to taste it real good. 

With Jake out of the room, Joanna felt completely in control of the other woman, and it sent a thrill through her. She decided to make the most of the occasion. She no longer cared if this slut bitch watched her peeing or not. It would be better, in fact, if she did watch. 

"You can open your eyes," she said. "I'm not going to pee on your tongue." 

Kim looked up at her. "Thank you," she said. 

"I'm going to pee right into your mouth, instead." Joanna laughed. She reached down and took Kim's head in her hands and looked down into her unhappy eyes. 

"And I want you to gargle with it. Now open up wide." 

Kim opened her mouth as wide as she could and Joanna pulled her head forward until the open mouth touched and surrounded her cunt lips. 

"Now don't spill any," she said. Joanna held Kim's head steady and relaxed her urinary sphincter. The flow did not begin at once, as Joanna was too excited, but that didn't bother her because she figured it just added to Kim's humiliation to have to wait for it. 

Finally she felt the warm flow begin. Kim's whole body jerked back when she felt the hot, salty piss squirt into her mouth, but Joanna had been expecting that. She had one hand behind Kim's head to keep it from backing away, and the other hand entwined in Kim's hair at the top of her head, pulling it forward. The woman's face remained glued to her cunt lips. She let out only a little urine, and then pushed Kim's head back and tilted it up so that her face was pointed toward the ceiling. 

"Let me hear you gargle with it, now." 

Kim held her mouth open and gargled with Joanna's piss. 

"Good girl," Joanna said. 

"Now swallow it." Kim, her head still tilted upward, looked at Joanna with frightened eyes and shook her head. 

"Oh yes, you're going to swallow it all right." 

Keeping one hand firmly entwined in the other woman's hair and thus keeping her head tipped upward, Joanna reached over and clamped the fingers of her other hand over Kim's nose, closing the air passages. Kim struggled a little and tried to dislodge Joanna's hands by grabbing her wrists, but Joanna was too strong. Then she closed her eyes tight, closed her mouth, and began to swallow. It only took a couple of swallows, and then Kim gasped for breath, and Joanna let go of her. 

"There, that wasn't so bad was it? In fact, you enjoyed it didn't you?" 

Kim just stared at Joanna. Her eyes were unfocused, as though she were far away. 

Joanna slapped her hard across the face. 

"Well?" 

Kim took the slap. She didn't move away or raise her arms. 

"Well?" 

Kim said nothing, so Joanna slapped the other side of her face with her other hand. She noticed that Jake now stood in the doorway, watching. 

"You enjoyed drinking my piss, didn't you?"

"Yes," said Kim weakly. 

"And?" 

Joanna waited a few seconds and then raised her hand to slap the other woman again, but Kim spoke quickly. 

"And... your piss tasted really good. Thank you for peeing in my mouth."

"You're welcome. And?" 

Kim just looked at her, confused. Joanna slapped her twice, once with each hand. Kim's face was rocked to the left, then back to the right. 

"And?!!"

"And...could I drink some more, please?"

"Yes, you sweet thing, you certainly can. I have to pee really bad. Would you like to drink all of it?"

"...Yes, please."

"I thought so. Lay down on the floor, on your back." Kim did as she was told. Joanna got up from the toilet and squatted over the other woman, her cunt directly over her face. 

"Now we're going to take our time. I'm going to give you a mouthful at a time, and I want you to swallow it right down. Then I want you to thank me and ask for more. And we don't want it splashing all over, so reach your hands up here and hold my lips open." 




Kim Again



Kim had to reposition herself to get her arms inside Joanna's legs, and then she reached up with both hands and pried the cunt open by pulling the lips apart. The other woman's piss hole was right over her mouth. Kim opened her mouth and waited. 

Joanna looked down and smirked to herself at what a fucking pig this bitch was. She decided to torment her a little more. In a kindly, sweet voice, she said "Kim, honey, are you sure you want me to urinate in your mouth?" 

Kim understood what she was supposed to say. 

"Yes? Well has anyone ever used your mouth as a toilet before?"

"No? So this is a first for you. I'm honored. And I'm glad you like the flavor of my piss so much, because honey, my bladder is full. Are you ready?" 

It took a long time. Joanna squatted over the other woman and released trickles, streams, and an occasional quick gush of hot urine into Kim's mouth. Kim would then close her mouth and swallow, and never forgot once to thank Joanna for sharing her piss and to ask for more. 

However, long before her bladder was empty, Joanna found that her urinary sphincter muscles were exhausted. She could hold her piss fairly well in general, but this letting it go in small quantities and then clamping the muscles down to close off the stream again and again and again wore out those muscles. She had to stop. Jake had somehow anticipated this, and was ready with a clear-glass beer stein he had retrieved from the kitchen. He made Kim hold the glass under Joanna's cunt and then Joanna let go, gushing out the rest of her urine. It filled the stein half full. Jake told Kim to go put it in the refrigerator, which she did. When Kim returned, she found Joanna and Jake in the bedroom, putting on their clothes. 

"Hey, Piss-Girl, go get Jake's shoes. They're by the sofa." When they had dressed, with Kim still naked, Jake led them into the kitchen. 

"Just one piece of unfinished business," he said. He took the beer stein of piss from the refrigerator and put it on the kitchen table. He opened the freezer drawer and pulled out an ice cube tray. He twisted the plastic tray and dropped about half the ice cubes in the tray into the yellow liquid. There was a plastic straw in one of the glasses in the sink, and he pulled it out and added it to the contents of the stein. He then pushed Kim over to the table and planted both of her hands down on the table, on either side of the iced-pee drink in front of her. She could reach the straw by lowering her head just a little. 

"Now, Kim, needless to say, Joanna and I want to watch you drink up the rest of her piss. And in case you're not thirsty right now, we're going to give you a little incentive." 

Jake stood at Kim's side, and motioned for Joanna to stand at the other side. Kim was bent over, leaning forward, with her hands on the table. She said nothing. 

"I'm going to reach between your legs here, now, and grab hold of that cock of yours. Only I'm not going to stoke it this time, I'm going to pinch it real hard and twist it and pull on it. And Joanna's going to reach under your skinny chest and grab your nipples. She's going to yank them, hard. She's going to dig her fingernails into them. She's going to twist them into knots. And we're going to do it harder and harder and harder until you've sucked up every drop of that cold piss. Then, we'll stop." 

Joanna loved this idea. She had been surprised at how much she had enjoyed slapping the woman in the bathroom. She wished she had slapped her more. When Jake nodded to her, she reached under Kim and found that the nipples were very hard. She took a firm grip on them, between her thumbs and first fingers, and yanked them apart, pulling the small breasts to the sides. Kim cried out. Jake went to work on her clitoris, but Kim seemed to respond mostly to the things being done to her nipples. 

Joanna alternated her yanking on the hard brown buds, pulling one breast one way and the other in the opposite direction. She sometimes pulled them straight down with considerable force and just held them like that, causing Kim to cry out again and again. Kim looked back over her shoulder most of the time, looking at Joanna as best she could. After several minutes, Kim had still not taken the straw into her mouth. 

Then Kim surprised the hell out of Joanna by standing up suddenly and brushing Joanna's hands away from her chest. She turned around to face them both, and angrily said "You're a couple of pathetic losers, you know that? And you," she turned to Joanna, "your cunt tastes like a dead muskrat that's been laying in the sun too long. You should do the world a favor and have it sown shut, you fucking cow." She put one hand on Joanna's upper chest and shoved her back with surprising force, nearly making her fall down. Kim picked up the glass of cold piss and handed it to Jake. 

"Here," she said, "you drink this while I get my purse." Joanna looked on, stunned. Jake looked at her somewhat sheepishly, and just shrugged. He took the glass over to the sink and poured its contents down the drain and left the glass in the sink. In a minute Kim returned, wearing a bathrobe. She handed Jake some folded one-hundred dollar bills, then looked Joanna up and down. 

"Not bad," she said to Jake, and walked out of the kitchen. 

"What the fuck is going on here?" Joanna demanded. Jake just walked out of the apartment, and she followed him. In the car, he admitted that Kim was a lesbian who was bored with the regular lesbian scene. 

"The thing that turns her on the most," he said, "is eating cherries, which means licking the cunts of straight women. To be the first woman ever to taste the cunt, that's what gets her off. So she pays me to bring her straight women whose cunts and assholes she can tongue, and whose tits she can suck on. 

"She doesn't usually drink their piss but she sometimes does, if it works out that way. She likes doing it, but the woman has to want her to. You can't force it. She's into a lot of weird things, actually. 

"She figures she's adding lesbians to the general population, because mostly the women enjoy their experience with her, and it sort of breaks the ice and makes the next lesbian encounter easier for them. You were enjoying the hell out of it yourself, right up to that last part. 

"She likes to end these episodes on a painful note, because the soreness of her nipples gives her something to think about for the next week or two. She probably feels guilty, too. Back at the kitchen table I was just tickling her clitoris. You were supposed to hurt her nipples, but apparently you weren't doing it hard enough, and she got impatient. She's never insulted anyone like that, though. I'm sorry about that."

"Hey, you know what, fuck you, you're sorry. I'm a heterosexual woman who's body you delivered to your lesbian employer for her private use? That's our relationship? You fucking asshole!"

"Hey, don't blame me for everything. I'm a fucking pawn in this too. She scripted out these visits, the first and then the second, a long time ago. Years ago. Every detail, right down to what I was supposed to say and when, how hard I was supposed to slap her, everything. She had fucking typed scripts, I swear it. I had to learn my fucking lines. I had to go over to her apartment and practice making her come. She taught me exactly how. She doesn't even like to be touched by men, but as long as a straight woman was in front of her, and she could focus on that, I could make her come."

"Jesus fucking Christ. How may different women have done this with? How many women have you taken to visit Kim?"

"I think you're the tenth one. We got it down to a routine, pretty much."

"Fuck you. I should go back there and beat the shit out of her."

"I wouldn't try that."

"Why not?"

"Because she'd beat the shit out of you, and she'd enjoy doing it."

"I've going to get even with that bitch somehow, goddamn it."

"No, in fact, you're not. And she would make you very sorry you ever tried."

"What are you talking about?"

"Let me ask you this. What's the smallest video camera you've ever seen?"

"Don't tell me."

"Oh yeah. She was a Video Arts Major. There are five video cameras in the bathroom alone. Everything you said and did, every gesture, every facial expression, was recorded. Absolutely everything. She gets off on that, playing back her tapes. You wouldn't believe some of the things she has on tape. She probably doesn't need you for anything, but believe me, she owns you now, like she owns me. 

"She could put naked photos of you on the Internet, and use your name, at least your first name. She could put video clips of your watersport and lesbian activities on there. A lot more. You try going after her, she'll go after you. She'll track you down, and send photos to your employer, your church, your parents. She could file criminal charges against you for sexual assault, and as evidence show the tapes of you slapping her and demanding that she drink your piss. You'd beat the rap, but it would cost you everything." 

Joanna was confused and frightened. She also felt foolish. A sap who'd been stung in a stupid scam. At least Kim didn't know anything about her except her first name. There wasn't much she could do to her. It was only three days later that Kim called her on the phone.

(continued in Kim Comes Calling)



Kim and Andrea



Kim and Andrea had been dating for almost six weeks. About half of those days Kim woke up and thought of herself as the luckiest girl in the world. The other half, she woke and waited for the shoe to drop. After all, she knew she was not anywhere near Andrea's league, and assumed it was just a matter of time before Andrea came to her senses.

When she thought this, it was not intended as a knock on herself. Kim was shy and disinclined to show off, but she wasn't totally lacking in confidence. She was a social work major, and she was good at it because she put the needs of others first, but was also smart enough to know how to think through people's situations rationally rather than just respond from her heart. She'd had a few girlfriends in the past, and they had always told her the same thing: "They don't come any sweeter or smarter thank you, Kimmie." Even so, social work was hardly a track to success. It was not about ambition or achievement. It was honorable and endearing, but not particularly attractive. 

Nor did Kim have stunning beauty to compensate. She was pretty in a plain, ordinary way. About five-ten, she was thin with an unremarkable but not unappealing figure. Her complexion was fair and clean, but there was nothing striking about her lips or her brown eyes. Her hair was soft and long, her loose curls worn in a half-pony tail almost every day -- she thought it was a boring style for hair that was a dull, uninspiring dark brown. She was on the pretty side, but didn't stand out in a room. She counted on a cute, dimpled smile to work all her magic.

Andrea was a whole other kind of girl. Andrea was a dual major in business and international studies. She was smart enough to do complex statistics in her head and confident enough to do so off-the-cuff in front of large groups of people. Her life plan? To convert a highly successful pair of side-project business into well-endowed not-for-profit agencies helping with agricultural implementations in rural, arid locations overseas. She had ambition, talent, and the sort of intentions that no one could fault. 

On top of all that, Andrea was one in a million sexy. She was no taller than 5'4", but it was hard to tell for sure because she usually wore spike heels that were three inches high and higher. She was tan with eyes the color of a clear mountain lake and a playful head of light blonde hair that she cut at the level of her chin. Her waist was thinner than Kim's, but her breasts were larger. Her hips were perfectly round, making her backside a perfect half-sphere with cheeks that were so firmly muscles that the cleft between them was invariably obvious.

Kim was pretty sure why Andrea was with her. Andrea had never dated a girl before. Kim was a nice enough, pretty enough, utterly non-threatening starter-girlfriend for a smoking hot bi chick who could, in the end, win over absolutely anyone she cared to. 

At the beginning of their sixth week together, Kim had confessed her love to Andrea. Andrea had not hesitated about responding in kind. Kim was trying her hardest to just feel lucky and blessed, to feel extra special for having such an amazing girlfriend, but as the days went on she found herself more and more feeling frustrated and confused. By the end of the sixth week, she had managed to convince herself that Andrea was just being polite and was probably on the verge of breaking up for a better girl. 

She confessed the fears to Bethany, her roommate, and Bethany wasn't buying it. "Kim, yes, Andrea's drop dead gorgeous. I get that. I may be straight, but I get that she's hot. But think about this: she could literally take any guy on campus that she wanted to bed. Any guy. But she's tired of that scene. Maybe she's exploring the queer lifestyle because she wants to be less superficial. She wants to be loved for more than her hotness, and she wants to look beneath rock hard muscles and big penises to love someone for who they are inside. Maybe, Kim, she doesn't care that you're not super hot because she sees your inside."

"Bethany," Kim said stiffly. "Bethany, believe it or not, being told that you agree that I'm not hot and not in her league . . . Doesn't really help."

"But I said --"

"I know what you said. But my body and my face are part of me. I don't want the girl I love to have to look past them. I want her to look at them. Love me, love my body, that's the deal."

"Maybe you're asking too much of any one person."

"Okay, Bethany, you can just stop helping now."

It was probably a week after that, that Kim decided to broach the subject with Andrea. They were sitting on a bench, holding hands and kissing softly. They hadn't gone any farther than that. Kim had only ever gone a little farther than that with any girl. Andrea never had. Their kisses were invariably magical. They tasted sweet and were unusually sensual. Kim's lips were soft and her tong very wet and slippery. Andrea's lips were firmer, her tongue strong as a dart. When they combined it was an explosion of opposites.

When they took a break from the mouth work, Andrea leaned on the taller girl's shoulder and slipped an arm around behind her waist. Kim leaned her cheek against the top the blonde's head.

"When we kiss it's so easy for me to believe that you love me," she said.

"I do."

"You're so much better than I am," Kim lamented. "In every way. I know you're just trying things out with me. Seeing if you can hack this two-girl stuff."

Andrea sat up and spun her. "What did you just say?"

Kim repeated it, word for word, but could not bring herself to meet the other girl's eyes.

"If," Andrea said icily, "I were better than you in every way, I would definitely not be using you like some fucking princess playing dyke for a day."

No response was forthcoming from Kim. She winced, knowing that what Andrea said was true. She closed her eyes and pulled in on herself. She had been doing a brutal disservice to someone she said she loved.

Andrea wasn't content with what she had already said. "What kind of shallow, whoring bitch do you think I am? You think you're, what, my practice pussy?"

Kim still could say nothing. Her eyes shut even more tightly. She pulled even further in on herself.

"I could feel pretty justified about breaking up with you right fucking now," Andrea growled. "But," she went on, her voice softening, even though her face did not, "I love you way too much to do that. Kimmie, I shouldn't have to prove my love to you, but --"

"I'm sorry," Kim croaked, still not opening her eyes.

"But," Andrea said again, more firmly, "I'm going to. If you choose to doubt me, if you don't want to trust me ... those things are up to you. But if I haven't shown you enough that I truly love you, then that's on me. So I'm going to prove it."

"Andrea . . . "

"I mean it. In three days, it's your veggieversary. Fifteen years without eating meat. It's your biggest holiday. I'm in charge of the celebration. Got it?"

Kim blushed with both appreciation and shame. Most of her friends who were not vegetarians made fun of her celebrating her veggieversary. One of her old girlfriends had supported it, but not understood just how important it was to her. It was more than her birthday, more than her Christmas, because it celebrated a choice she herself had made. It was, to Kim, a celebration of her human will. And Andrea understood that. Which touched Kim's heart, and made her embarrassed about how she'd been thinking. 

Andrea leaned in and pressed her lips to her girlfriend's forehead. "I love you, Kimmie."

"I love you too, Andrea, and I'm so --"

"It's done," Andrea interjected, kissing her mouth. "No more apologies."

The emotion of the moment really heated up the kiss and soon they were going at it quite heavily, right there on the bench. Their lips were a wet mess of passion. Eyes were wide open. Every time they moved apart to catch their breath, strings of saliva stretched between their mouths.

Soon they were moaning into the kiss, as it grew heavier and more obscene. At one point Andrea sucked Kim's tongue so far into her throat that she actually choked. 

They were breathing rough. Their faces were turning red.

And then Kim's hand moved from Andrea's side to cup the swelling side of her breast. It was the first such contact, even through clothing, and both girls moaned. Kim took it as encouragement and began massaging her girlfriend's breast, feeling the nipple harden even through bra and top. Andrea returned the favor with even more fervor, palming the front of her lover's breast and playing with it roughly. 

"Oh, Kimmie," she gasped. She'd never touched another girl's breast. She hadn't known quite what to expect. 

"Andrea," Kim panted, "I won't apologize again, but I want you to know that I do trust you."

"I'm glad," the blonde purred, squeezing the brunette's breast so hard she almost snapped the bra. 

"And if you wanted to . . . go all the way tonight . . . I wouldn't stop you."

Andrea removed her hand from Kim's breast. Then, blue eyes staring into brown eyes with intensity and focus, she tucked that hand between Kim's legs, feeling her warmth through her blue jeans. She gave it a little grope and squeeze. She hummed with delight. That was another first for her. But then she winked and smiled. "I told you I was in charge of celebrating your veggieversary, didn't I?"

Kim blushed again, but her face was transformed by her dimpled smile. "Yes."

"You're going to love your present."

Those three days couldn't have gone quickly enough for Kim. Every moment before she got to open that promised present dragged like an eternity. She knew that Andrea had a whole evening planned, but she didn't know any details. She was told on the day itself that she was supposed to dress "sexy-formal," and that was all she knew.

Kim didn't really have anything that qualified as sexy formal, in her mind, but she asked Bethany and Bethany's boyfriend Jake to help evaluate. In the end, she wore a very snug burgundy dress that didn't show any cleavage and went down to mid-calf. The consensus was that the color was dramatic for her, and the tight fit emphasized her lean-ness without making her look skinny or figureless.

"I know you don't think so," Jake had said, "but you have a cute body."

Bethany had swatted him, but Kim had thanked him. She wore formal pumps with the dress and did just a little bit with her hair. She had Bethany help with her makeup, because she didn't normally wear much. She wanted to look a bit more glamorous, but not unnatural, and her roommate was able to help that happen.

When Andrea picked her up, it was a mutual adoration society. Andrea definitely confirmed everything they'd thought about the dress and more. Kim, for her part, was absolute blown away by Andrea. The shorter girl was wearing black spikes, at least four inches tall, and a black skirt that went nearly to her ankles but was tighter than most pants, which was almost dangerous on her amazing backside. Above the waist, she was in a shimmery turquoise halter top that looked like it could barely contain her breasts, which were not obscenely large but were larger than average for her overall size. Black bra straps occasionally peaked out under the halter's straps, and made Kim wonder about the color of the panties. And, as always, Andrea's makeup was perfect.

Kim had abandoned her doubts on that bench, but the evening that Andrea designed would certainly have obliterated any to which she might have clung. Dinner was a Mediterranean restaurant that Kim loved but Andrea despised -- a thoughtful nod that was much appreciated, as it was not asked for. After that a walk through town that started as a guided tour by Andrea of all the places that had sentimental value for the young couple. It was sweet and romantic.

Then she walked them to an ice cream stand that was closed for the night. "This," Andrea said, "was where I first started loving you from afar."

Kim couldn't decided whether to giggle or hide her face, so she did both.

"It's true," Andrea insisted. "I was getting ice cream right here. You were over there." She pointed to a phone booth. Kim knew it well, but she was shocked that anybody had seen that. Andrea had seen and memorized it. "Some lady that you didn't know was in there crying. You offered her a tissue and then you hung there with her, while she got the news of her brother's death, and you gave her a shoulder to cry on. A random person in a phone booth, who didn't even try to get your attention. I fell in love with in you."

"Oh, Andrea."

"You're going to be saying that a lot tonight," the blonde flirted.

Kim just went with the giggle that time. 

They walked for another little ways and stopped at a small park where bands often played. "You're going to laugh," Andrea said, "but this is where loving you from afar became also lusting after you from afar."

"Say what?" Kim laughed.

"I told you you would laugh." Andrea was not offended; she was smiling. "We were here separately for a concert. I don't remember who. Anyway, you were wearing these tight, ripped jeans, and . . . damn girl. I hadn't realized how cute your butt was, or how sexy little teasing flashes of your legs would be. You were hot."

Kim's heart was racing. "I want to flash you more than my legs."

Andrea pulled her close. "I went home that night and started telling my roommate all about you. I got so hot thinking about you again and describing you that I couldn't help touching myself, even though I was on the top bunk, right above my roommate. I kept thinking about what was under those jeans. And then I started thinking about all that gorgeous hair of yours, spilled over my lap. My roommate was wide awake, but I got off anyway."

"I want to get you off so bad," Kim said, caressing the magnificent curves of her backside through the tight skirt.

Kim squeezed Andrea's butt with two hands. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard you forget what masturbating ever felt like." She kissed the taller girl's throat. "Normally I'm really good at foreplay, but since you're my first girl, I might not be so controlled."

"I don't want control, I want you."

"So are you ready?"

"So ready I think I might explode."

"Trust me, Kimmie, you will definitely explode."

The walking tour was over. They went back to Andrea's car as quickly as they could without running, and while they paused in the front seat for a few minutes of aggressive kissing, they managed to contain their urges and wait to go any further than that. 

Andrea drove about twenty minutes until they were out of town, and another fifteen minutes through the country. She finally pulled up next to a rolling pasture. "The blanket's in the trunk."

Kim was almost literally in tears. She had told Andrea long ago that she had this silly fantasy that she knew would always be a fantasy, about losing her virginity under the stars.

As soon as the blanket was down on the grass, it was as if an official had fired a starter's pistol. The two girls were kissing and rolling around, groping each other's bodies, clutching at one other's clothes, and grunting and moaning crazily. 

Andrea's top was off first and Kim's mouth was immediately on the other girl's breasts, even as her hands were immediately on the bra, removing it. She'd kissed one other girl's breasts, but they were nothing like Andrea's, which were large for the small girl and very smooth and firm. Kim was so excited from kissing them that she thought she might cum just from that. The way they felt to suck on, they way they tasted. They way her nipples looked as they got hard. It was all so sensual. She could have sucked on them for hours.

It was eventually time for turnabout, though, and that required the removal of Kim's dress. Kim fought against it a little, but Andrea demanded her turn to taste a little tit. Kim stood nervously on the blanket, and Andrea, topless and shoeless, but otherwise fully dressed stood behind her. She slowly, sensually lowered the zipper on the back of the dress. Down from neck, gradually tracing her spine between her shoulder blades, lower, lower . . . 

Andrea stifled a gasp. There was no bra strap. Biting her lip, Andrea resumed lowering the zip. Down, along her spine. Into the lumbar curve, swooping along her lower back, and curving back out along her backside . . . 

Another gasp, not stifled. Where the zipper stopped, just at the top of Kim's butt, Andrea was seeing adorable, perfect, smooth flesh. Not panties.

Andrea slipped her hands inside the dress, wrapping them around the front of her girlfriend. She kissed her exposed spine while her fingers danced on her soft, delicate tummy. Andrea hummed, sending pleasant vibes up and down Kim's spine, and as goosebumps were raised, her hands also were raised slowly up the front of her girlfriend's body, inside the unzipped dress. Where they touched soft, sensitive little breasts, unencumbered by a bra. 

The nipples were hard. The skin around them extra delicate. Andrea kissed Kim's back aggressive as she massaged the breasts. Kim moaned. 

"My naughty girlfriend didn't wear a bra," Andrea teased. She began dragging her mouth down the other girl's spine, slowly pulling the dress down. "What else did my naughty girlfriend not wear?"

Kim offered no answer beyond another moan.

Soon Andrea was on her knees behind Kim, lowering the dress, exposing her naked hips and backside. The blonde covered them eagerly with kisses. Kim had never felt anything like it. It was more exciting than she could have ever imagined to finally feel another girl's lips on her flesh, making love to her body. It was so exciting that she could already feel how wet she was.

Kim was done waiting. She had always imagined a slow, sweet sweet love-making session for her first, but the dress was around her ankles and she was feeling too needy. She slowly bent over until she was grabbing those same ankles, presenting her womanhood to her girlfriend.

Andrea made some kind of noise and dragged her mouth down Kim's backside, to the top of her thighs. She then began rubbing her face back and forth, mouth open, caressing herself on her girlfriend's body. For a moment, she simply moaned and sighed. Finally she said, "You're so beautiful, Kim, so beautiful."

Kim looked between her legs at her girlfriend's breasts hanging freely. It was very erotic.

Andrea moaned again. "Kimmie you smell so good, I had no idea."

The brunette, her hair hanging down, piling on the blanket below her whimpered helplessly. Andreas's hands were clutching at her hips to keep her steady. Kim was limber and flexible but under the power of sexual arousal would not be able to maintain this position for long. 

For her part, Andrea was far from a virgin. Kim was her first woman, but she was experienced and so very confident in herself, and in the act of sex itself. While she was nervous about her first time as a lesbian, she had the freedom of her experience and confidence to make her bold.

"Never doubt," Andrea said softly, kissing the top of Kim's thigh, right below her cute bottom, "that I love all of you." She kissed the top of Kim's other thigh. "Mind." She drew abstract patterns with her tongue on her lover's creamy thighs. "Heart." She bit gently at each thigh. "And body." At last, her mouth made contact with Kim's virginity.

A sound Kim wasn't aware of making emanated from deep within her body. Her head jerked back at the sudden onset of unfamiliar pleasure. She stared at the moon through the veil of her hair as her girlfriend's mouth savored her.

All the times Kim had rubbed herself. All the times she had ready dirty stories. The few times she had even watched pornographic videos. She had never realized what this would feel like. She had known it would be good, and she had thought that her own wet, oily fingers might approximate the feeling. They did not.




Kim and Andrea



It was a lot like being kissed, only many times more intimate and unbelievably pleasurable. She had nothing to compare to, really, but it seemed like Andrea, for all her inexperience with women, had no problem understanding how to do this. Kiss after kiss, she tasted her girlfriend with an arousing hum using her lips and tongue calmly but firmly. Her lips massaged the outer flesh, while her tongue dipped in to taste the inner. Every kiss seemed designed to bring more taste into Andrea's mouth, and send more shivers through Kim's body.

The two girls had an incredible sense of coordination. As soon as Kim could no longer maintain the tightly bent-over position, Andrea maneuvered herself so that as Kim was standing straight up, Andrea had crawled partly through her legs and was now eating her directly from below and a little in front, even though she had a rear approach. Kim arched her back instinctively and began tugging on her own nipples. That was something she never did, but she couldn't seem to help it.

Andrea was being far more aggressive now. Kim could feel her wetness pooling inside. She could sense herself twinging and warming up with excitement. As her body responded, it began to open increasingly for her lover. Andrea didn't miss a beat, sucking and tasting everything she could. 

Kim did not have a huge clitoris, but when aroused, the little pink jewel was certainly harder and more prominent than most. As soon as Andrea saw it appearing she gave a great moan, and attacked it with everything her mouth could offer.

Crying out loudly in the lonely pasture, Kim felt her face flush as her body was rocked by the first orgasm another person had ever given her. Andrea's face was now glistening after being soaked, but she did not relent. The blonde could sense the trembling in her girlfriend's legs and so began easing her way to her back, gently lowering the other girl on top of her face.

In short order, Kim was smothering her sexy lover between her legs, rubbing her wetness all over the girl's face and squeezing her thighs. Bumping and grinding against the lashes of Andrea's tongue against her clitoris, Kim felt a surge of powerful new pleasures. Before long she was bouncing on the blonde's face and rocking her hips. Andrea's tongue seemed to never stop fluttering wildly around and every time she had a change, she gave that clitoris another suck.

When Kim hit another peak, she collapsed forward, so that she was essentially on all four with Andrea lying beneath her, continuing to kiss, suck, lick, and eat every bit of her, even as her inner walls quivered, her thighs spasmed, and her fluid poured out directly onto the blonde's face. When finally she could take no more, Kim scrambled to embrace her love and kiss her. She could taste herself in the kiss, but that only made it feel more intimate.

Slowly that kiss transformed as Kim felt a drive to show her own affection. She kissed gently all over her girlfriend's face, not caring about tears or juices or running makeup. Slowly she worked her way down Andrea's tan, elegant throat, and then down her sternum, between her beautiful breasts, lingering for a moment on the surprising delicate skin of her tummy. Kim kissed gently around, and twirled her wet tongue in the other girl's belly button.

"I won't be as good as you were," Kim warned, her voice soft and shy. "I don't really know what I'm doing."

Andrea pressed her head lower, towards her own, probably very needy womanhood. "Kimmie, if you love my body as much as you love the rest of me, I have no doubt you will be perfect."

"Oh, Andrea," Kim moaned, nuzzling her lover's fragrant lap through her skirt.

"I told you you would be saying that again tonight," Andrea giggled, reaching down to unfasten her skirt.

"Not just tonight, I'm sure," Kim added, pulling the skirt down. Andrea's panties were black silk, but even so it was apparent how wet she was. Kim first rolled her black stockings down, and then eased the panties down. Unlike herself, Andrea was shaved. Kim caressed the girl's smooth mound with almost worshipful adoration. "So beautiful," she gushed.

Andrea smiled and squirmed, anticipating what was to come.

Kim did not make her wait long. Gently, she pulled the blonde's leg's further apart and then crouched between them, feeling a gentle breeze pick up and tease their naked flesh. She spread her hands on either side of Andrea's vulva, her red nails startling against the tan skin even in moon and starlight. She then eased both thumbs down the other girl's crease, slowly pulling her labia apart.

The sight of Andrea's womanhood, rent open like that, was almost beautiful enough to bring tears to Kim's eyes. Complex shades of brown, cream, and pink. Textured patterns ranging from rough to smooth, multi-faceted to simplistic, gently soft to obscenely slick. Her depths were magenta with excitement. Her abdomen rose and fell with increasingly strained breaths, and Kim could see her womanhood pulsing with anticipation.

Rotating her head a little, Kim opened her lips and pressed her mouth against her girlfriend's hot, aching need. Andrea squirmed under her immediately, and she raised her hips with arousal. Kim smiled and slid her tongue down into the seat of Andrea's sex. They both moaned as Kim's tongue moved top to bottom, side to side, exploring the shape of Andrea. The taste was complex like her own, but it was not the same. There were subtle differences that made it intriguing, compelling. She could feel walls swelling around her tongue, and fluids swirling about.

Andrea clutched at Kim's head, her breath sharp through her clenched teeth. Her hips rocked as she continuously humped gently against her lover's face. Kim's long tongue arched up inside Andrea, looking for her cervix. When she found it she began slowly stroking at the blonde's g-spot with as much wet pressure as her tongue could exert.

"Kimmie . . . " Andrea hissed, writhing in tense pleasure.

A complete virgin, Kim didn't have the discipline yet for foreplay or teasing, nor for prolonged execution of an arousing technique. Before long her mouthwork lost precision and picked up aggression. Soon she was sucking and eating with abandon. The more aggressive she became, the more excited Andrea's response was. The more aroused Andrea became, the stronger her taste and her smell became, driving Kim to even further passion.

Kim was caught off guard by Andrea's first orgasm, as the delicious womanhood suddenly quivered under her face. Once she realized what was going on, she replaced her tongue with two fingers and began stabbing her g-spot through a series of ever-tenser climaxes, while her mouth bathed Andrea's clitoris.

Every subsequent climax was announced by a shriek that echoed across the pasture. Andrea could take a lot more of them than Kim could. After several, she was shaking, and thrashing about, screaming obscenities before in between climaxes. The feeling of giving the woman she loved such intense, overwhelming pleasure, was incredible for Kim, and she found herself crying with love and pride as she ravaged her lover.

Andrea's breathing became increasingly shallow, and soon she was almost constantly yelping. Kim could see that she was growing light-headed, but Andrea begged her not to stop. Not yet. So Kim didn't.

Then suddenly, Andrea lunched for Kim. "Give me your pussy!"

Kim began to move up towards her mouth in compliance.

Andrea stopped her. "No. Fuck me, Kimmie. Fuck me with your pussy! Please! Please!"

"I don't . . . " Kim didn't understand. 

"Get on your side," Andrea panted. "Slide it up against me."

And so the two girls worked their way into a scissors position with the hot blonde on her back and the cute, tall brunette on her side. Kim had absolutely no idea what she was doing, but she moved and thrust as best she could figure out. Andrea called on her experience with men and soon had the right angle and the right motion, so that their wet, well-used pussies were grinding against one another. The direct stimulation, of labia rubbing labia, lips interlocking with and flipping other lips as they bumped and slid against one another was amazing. Even more incredible, Andrea's control of her body was so precise that she was able to essentially press her clit into Kim's, and pound and flick them to a simultaneous orgasm that nearly caused her to pass out.

The two collapsed, as they were, soaked and saturated, their bodies sore and spent. The blanket on which they lay was drenched with their sweat and spilled fluids. The moon and stars shone down on their bodies. The breeze caressed their skin gently. And they began drifting off to sleep, completely naked, legs intertwined, womanhood pressed against womanhood.

"I love you, Kimmie," Andrea murmured. "I love you so much that the only way I can stop my heart from bursting is to give you as much of the love as I can."

Kim smiled, her cheeks dimpling. "I love you, too, Andrea. I hope that I can make you feel even a little as good as you make me feel."

And then they slept.



Kim & Eric's Italian Vacation Vol. 01



Author's Note: All characters depicted in this story are above 18 years of age, and are purely fictional. Furthermore, this is my first submission, and while this is conceivably part of a series, I currently am not sure how many chapters it will have or where it will go. It has some back story but in general I would categorize it as fast-paced. 

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Eric stretched his arms and leaned toward the small airplane window to his right. The flight attendant's safety routine was a faint hum in the back of his consciousness. Eight hours on a plane, he thought. It would be a miracle if he was alive when they got there. Of course, there were things around to occupy his attention. He turned his head back to the left and met eyes with his sister, Kim. As the flight attendant was saying that smoking in the bathrooms was illegal, that familiar smirk he had grown to appreciate in recent weeks crossed her face, and he couldn't help but grin. 

Kim was 18, a year younger than his 19, and was quite a looker. He hadn't always been aware of it, but like that smirk of hers, many of her attributes had grown on him over the preceding month, and he found himself casually admiring her petite, 5'2" frame, flaxen blond hair and athletic build. Her tanned legs were pulled up to her chest, pressing her perky B-cup breasts together. She used to be a gymnast, and while her interests had changed in high-school, her flexibility remained excellent, as he had witnessed. He was looking at her glossed lips when they began to move.

"At least it's first class," she commented. 

He nodded, never the type to engage in small talk. First class was a bonus, but there were complications. His parents, seated in the row in front of them, were very gracious to have provided the tickets, and the accommodations at the lavish hotel in Florence they were headed to. His father Dave, inheritor of a sizable family wealth, was never parsimonious with his assets; unfortunately that same generosity had led to the presence of the woman seated across the row from Kim. 

Nadia was his mother's younger sister, and at 34 years of age he had to admit she was quite stunning. Like his mother, Katerina, she was Czech, and like his mother she had black hair, an olive complexion, dangerously high cheekbones and dazzling blue eyes. She also was quite curvy, as the stranger sitting next to her was finding out by a few not-so-casual glimpses down her blouse. Eric had to guess her tits were at least 36D, but obviously couldn't come up with a reasonable way to verify his suspicions. 

Yes, she was pretty, he thought, but why did she have to be here now? This trip had been planned almost a year in advance, and with the hotels crammed full, Nadia had been invited along, now meant to share the two-bed hotel room with Eric and his sister. His sister wasn't happy when she heard either--more so because she knew it meant sharing a bed. Eric would have been fine with the development if it hadn't been for the events that unfolded earlier this summer. 

The plane started down the runway, and he relaxed as he felt his body pushed into the squishy seat. This is going to be tricky, he thought.

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Eric woke from a doze, momentarily forgetting he was on a plane. He peeked out the window and saw it was still dark outside. This red-eye business was no joke. He grunted uncomfortably as he felt his cock strain against his shorts, rigid from the nap, a frequent problem for him; his 9" cock was difficult to manage or hide in pants at full mast. His thoughtful sister had gotten a blanket, though, so at least he didn't have to worry about showing too much in public. 

He inspected his reflection in the window from the dull cabin lights and rubbed his jawline, his stubble showing under his slightly-shaggy brown hair. He had gotten some of his mother's ethnic features, and was quite handsome-- his brown eyes sucked girls in and he knew it. He had already had a few victims his first year in college, though none of them lasted. Maybe they just couldn't handle this, he thought with a chuckle, absently rubbing his still-hard shaft. He had a 6'0 frame, slim but muscular thanks to a healthy combination of running and weights. 

He had closed his eyes again when he felt a slight pressure on his dick. Looks like his sister was up as well. Her eyes were still closed, but under the blanket covering them both, her hand was riding his shorts up his leg and then gripping his monster shaft right under the head. She began to gently jerk him off, eyes still closed, but a smile playing across her lips. Eric began to return the favor, reaching his hand over to her seat where her legs were still bunched up, sliding it in between her warm thighs to rub on her crotch through her skimpy jean shorts. 

Until several weeks ago, this kind of behavior would have been unfathomable, but it had now become almost commonplace, and his sister leaned over to his ear and whispered, "I'm going to go to the bathroom."

Eric waited a couple minutes after she had left, then tucked his still-throbbing cock up under his belt and made his way to the "occupied" restroom. He rapped his knuckles against the door like he said he would, and quickly the door opened and he entered casually without being noticed. His sister was sitting on the little sink, still dressed but legs spread wide and inviting. 

"So how long did you wait before getting up to your old tricks again? Two hours?" Eric asked playfully as they both fiddled with the buttons on his cargo shorts.

"Oh, shut up," Kim retorted, "you know this week is going to be frustrating, and once the plane lands I don't know how long it's going to be till we can get our hands on each other again." With that, she pursed her lips and spit heavily on the end of his cock, both her hands wrapped around its considerable girth, and smeared the saliva up and down until his prick was proudly glistening. "What with Auntie-Big-Boobs mucking up the works," she griped, then let another glob of spit trail from her tongue down to his dick, expertly aimed from two feet above. Eric was always amazed at how much spit she could produce. 

"What, you jealous of her tits?" Eric quipped, one hand sliding aside her jean shorts while the other played with her shaven pussy. 

"Oh, that's right," she said with a sarcastic grin, "I just wish I had those big melons that nearly make me fall over and make every creep in a hundred feet hang their tongue out of their mouth." Her breathing became heavier as Eric slipped his index finger up her pussy, his thumb playing with her clit. She slid off the sink counter down to the floor, saying, "You can do me when we get back to our seats, I need to take care of this before someone actually needs to piss." 

His cock looked massive next to her pretty face, and Eric groaned as his sister opened her mouth wide and took in about half its length. She began ardently moving back and forth, sucking his cock deeper until it was in her throat. He could see her left hand fingering herself below while her right worked the spit covered shaft in front of her lips. She was staring right into his eyes as she took all but an inch of him into her throat, her throat muscles gripping his shaft while her blond hair dangled around his hips. 

Eric was pressed up against the airplane bathroom door as she feverishly attacked his dick, desperate to make him cum. After about 3 minutes of hard work, Kim was rewarded with a groan from her brother, and he pulled his cock out of her mouth just as it exploded, shooting five copious salvos of pearly semen on her face and neck. Kim gave the head of his cock one last cleaning, then stood up and looked at her brother through the mirror above the sink, her face covered in cum. "You know, this whole secret sex thing would be a lot easier if you didn't cum like a fucking horse," she said. 

"Sorry about that," Eric said as she began to turn on the water and wipe her face, "I shouldn't have pulled it out of your mouth, I should have just let you swallow it. Hey, bright side I didn't get any in your hair," he joked. She gave him that smirk again, and he returned it with a loving smile. 

As Eric made his way back to his seat, he began thinking about the course of events that led him to where he was now. About 6 weeks ago, he had come home to Seattle from his first year in college and was thoroughly depressed that he wouldn't see all his buddies for another three months. His sister had just completed her Senior year in high-school, and was similarly depressed that she was heading off to a college separate from her ex-boyfriend, who decided that the best way to break off the relationship was to stick his dick in her best friend. 

Whatever the case, Kim and Eric began spending time together, and casual glances turned into longing ones, hand touches began to linger, and before long Kim had her little hand around his big cock on a bathroom floor, not much unlike what just happened in the airplane bathroom, he thought with a smile. But that was a story for another time, Eric decided. 

Now they were fuck buddies, and while they were very close as siblings, they decided to keep their relationship mostly about great sex and not think about the future. And obviously, keep it a secret. As he sat back down in his seat, looking at the back of his parents' heads in front of him, he doubted very much that they would appreciate the fact that their two children were fucking each other silly. He felt a good amount of guilt on the subject, but as he and Kim decided, they were being safe and it felt too great to stop, so they would continue in secrecy. 

Kim emerged from the restroom, face clean and makeup reapplied, and sat down. 

"Man sis, you sure took a long time in the head, what were you doing in there?" Eric smiled in mockery of his own bad joke. 

Kim rolled her eyes, and said in her best Victorian English impression, "A lady does not discuss such matters, sir." She looked over to see if Nadia and the lecherous stranger were awake, but fortunately they were not. "Now turnabout's fair play young lad." She covered them both in the blanket and began rustling, Eric unsure as to what she was doing. Her little bendy body contorted a few times, and then she straightened up in her seat, her knees up at her chest again. 

He felt her hand move under the covers and drop something on his lap, which his hands closed around to discover as her jean shorts and panties. His eyes widened as he looked at her, but she simply returned his stare with a bored expression and raised eyebrows, as if to say, I'm waiting... 

Keeping an eye on Nadia and the stranger across the aisle, who both appeared to be quite asleep, Eric moved his hand up her legs to her bare pussy, which he found to be already dripping with moistness. He began to finger-fuck her sopping cunt, the noises of her squishing not quite audible over the hum of the aircraft. God she was tight, he thought. It was a wonder she could ever fit his big cock in there, but she sure did. 

Of course, that's not the only place she had managed to fit his behemoth member. As their relationship had been starting, even though she was on the pill, Kim and Eric felt understandably reluctant to have regular cock-in-pussy sex as they were siblings-- Eric assumed this meant the extent of their relationship would be some harmless hand and mouth play. 

He was shocked when one night she asked him to stick his cock up her ass, both at the request and the fact that she intended fit his huge cock up her little asshole. But physics be damned, after careful stretching and prodding she soon enough had his cock buried to the hilt up her bum, and was bouncing on it like a pogo stick. Eric returned his attentions to Kim's pussy as she approached orgasm, the palm of his hand working her clit while his fingers penetrated her, mindful to keep his arm motion to a minimum lest some passenger discover them. 

Her face screwed up in passion and her pussy clamped around his hand as she came, her body still aside from the flexing of her pussy that only Eric's hand could feel under the covers. 

Eric undid his fly to relieve the pressure his again-throbbing cock was under in his shorts. It momentarily made an obscene tent under the blanket before he flipped it up against his belly. Kim noticed it and was quickly drooling her incredible spit into her hand, pasting it around his cock until it was a slick mess. 

She froze momentarily as the stewardess walked by, giving a harmless smile to the lady while her hand felt her brother's pulse throbbing through his engorged member. They both saw the faint hint of a sunrise out the plane window, and peeked over again at Aunt Nadia and the stranger, who still appeared to be sleeping. 

"Better make this quick," she murmured with a devilish grin. 

"Sis if I cum here we're going to have a CSI-caliber crime scene on our hands," Eric whispered raggedly.

"I've got it under control," she said with a confident look, "just tell me when you're almost there."

Her hands continued to work under the blanket until he felt the inevitable rush of an imminent orgasm. "Now..." he managed. 

His eyes closed reflexively as she ducked her head under the blanket, her warm mouth wrapping around his bulging cock just as his balls tightened began emptying their load into her mouth. As about the second gob of cum shot into his sister's mouth he heard the stewardess's voice come over the intercom.

"Breakfast will be served in 5 minutes," the crackling speaker said. Eric finished emptying his balls and his sister quickly sat up, her throat visibly swallowing one last time. Not trace of cum was left anywhere. Eric checked across the aisle, where Nadia and the other passenger were slowly coming to, appearing none the wiser. 

The stewardess came around shortly after, offering croissants or bagels with coffee, but Kim declined. "No thanks, I've already had breakfast," she said with a dazzling smile to the attendant.

Eric looked over at Aunt Nadia, who had a smile on her face and was staring right back at him before casually returning to her magazine. 

---

Well, Nadia thought, this just got a whole lot more interesting. She flipped through her copy of Cosmo, absent-mindedly inspecting the pages. She was sure that this trip to Italy would be awkward and boring, like most events with her sister, Katerina, and her family. 

Katerina had always been the responsible one, marrying young to the rich Dave, and having children right away. Their immigrant parents were so happy that Kat found a rich man to take care of her, and even happier at the arrival of young Kim and Eric. Nadia had a slightly different life trajectory, and she felt, a much more entertaining one. She sang in several punk bands which made their way through the Seattle scene, getting close to fame but never really breaking through. The road was exhilarating, though, and she paved it in true punk fashion with sex and drugs. 

Now slightly older, and with a different outlook on life she worked a respectable marketing job and the only outward remnant of lurid past was a rose tattoo on her shoulder. Life was great, except it wasn't. Both Nadia and Katerina had inherited their mother's fashion-model Slavic looks, and the same pull that attracted kind, responsible Dave to Kat attracted a flurry of asshole miscreants to Nadia over the years. 

She supposed that she went looking for it; after all, she thrived on passion, whether it was fighting or fucking. But as she approached an age where she was wanting to settle down, the bad boys who turned her on so much in her twenties were grating on her nerves. This last one had really hurt though. In an attempt to change her patterns, Nadia began dating Joel, a kind, quiet man who worked at a bank and rarely raised his voice, only to find out recently that Joel had been stealing money from her. The fallout was immense, and as a gesture her sister Kat invited her along to their planned out, lavish trip to Florence at the last minute. 

Nadia didn't want to impose, but not quite as much as she didn't want to be alone, wallowing in her despair over love lost. 

So she packed her things, put on a fake smile and met her sister's family at the airport at an ungodly hour this morning. She had been getting some much needed sleep, and surely getting ogled by the creepy old man sitting next to her, until about ten minutes ago when she woke abruptly. 

Her eyes were barely open when she was drawn to movement from across the aisle. It was Kim's seat, although at the moment it appeared almost unoccupied. Then her eyes made out the slight rocking movement beneath the blanket, and traveled up to Eric's handsome face, his eyes closed and his face contorted. A few moments later Kim was quickly sitting up from under the blanket, a smile that Nadia recognized barely playing across Kim's lips. 

Nadia quickly pretended to be asleep, and stayed so several minutes. Now breakfast had come, and Nadia had had some time to think. She was certain that Kim had just sucked her brother's cock after hearing her make her little joke to the stewardess. And honestly, she wasn't shocked or upset-- she was almost entertained. 

Taking another glance at Eric, she could honestly see why Kim would want to have his cock in her mouth. He was a very handsome boy, the stubble on his strong jawline giving him a slightly older look than his 19 years of age. She didn't even really mind the brother-sister thing, or the fact that it was her sister's children, because after all the bad relationships she had had she was done trying to figure out "normal". She guessed when it came down to it she still just had a healthy contempt for authority, and nothing seemed more rebellious than putting your brother's cock in your mouth. 

But this sure would make their week together in a hotel room with two beds more interesting. She wondered how far they had taken it, whether they were really fucking or just fooling around. When she and Kat were younger they had fooled around a little, though Kat was never really into it like Nadia was. Kat played more the innocent, curious kid, while Nadia ravenously devoured her sister's cunt. That only happened a couple times, though, and it was so long ago Nadia wondered if Kat even remembered it. 

Since then Nadia had had a couple girlfriends tossed into her shopping cart full of crappy lovers, and looked back fondly on them, mostly. She never had the privilege of having a brother, but figured if he looked anything like Eric she might have tried a little something at some point. 

The grin she gave him a minute ago sure seemed to have spooked him, though. Well, whatever happened it would be better than a week alone in dreary Seattle, she decided as she caught the pervy old man next to her sneaking another peek at her tits.

She leaned over to him and whispered, "Sorry if I talked in my sleep, I always do that when I cum." His eyes widened and he stammered some response before smiling and looking away. That ought to keep you entertained, she thought with a mental chuckle as she leaned back in her seat, seeing both the man and Eric admiring her rack as she closed her eyes, hoping to get some more sleep before their trip began.

---

The plane landed in Florence with a bump, and Eric closed the book he was pretending to read. Did Aunt Nadia really see Kim sucking his cock? The thought couldn't be removed from his brain; he just hoped it didn't look plastered to his face as he walked through the airport. The family was lively after their long flight, eager to start the vacation. 

Kim was being Kim, always talking, always making jokes, and providing a constant stream of thoughts to those around her, from the absurd to the mundane. His mother Katerina occasionally admonished Kim when she said something too outlandish, and Eric and his father Dave sat back and listened, usually laughing at the ridiculous exchange between mother and daughter. 




Kim & Eric's Italian Vacation Vol. 01



Aunt Nadia provided an interesting but familiar change to the dynamic, poking fun at Kim and their mother both. She was a frequent house guest at home, but her demeanor seemed slightly subdued today, which Eric figured had to do with her recent personal misfortunes. 

But the air was warm, the sky was blue and Florence was teeming around them as they rattled down the street in the European cab that reeked of cigarette smoke. 

"You know Kim, I really don't need a bed," Aunt Nadia said as she hefted her large suitcase into the room. It really was magnificent, with a marble kitchen area and bathroom, lush carpet, a large flatscreen and two plushy Queen size beds. 

"Don't be ridiculous Nadi," Kim said, twirling her hair as Eric carried both his and her suitcase over his broad shoulders. "I'm tiny, and the bed will be super comfortable. And by the way, you can stop the feeling guilty crap right now, we're super happy that you came with us and we're gonna have a great time." Kim always had a way of dissipating the tension in a room by being so brutally frank no one could help but smile. 

"Yeah," Eric added, agreeing, but still taciturn over what Nadia may or may not know about he and his sister. 

"Well, it's only fair that I let you have the bathroom first then Kim," Nadia replied. Kim made her way to the bathroom to get cleaned up, leaving Nadia and Eric alone. 

"What, I wasn't even in the running for first bathroom dibs?" Eric joked, getting back a little of his personality. 

"Well, I just figured she needed it more," she said cryptically. The combination of Nadia's unknown message and the fact that she was now unpacking her extremely tiny lace underwear into a drawer caused Eric to clam up once again, busying himself with unpacking and determinedly trying to not catch a glimpse of her bra size.

---

Kim shut the bathroom door and looked around. I could definitely get used to this, she thought, looking at the white marble lined bathroom. The shower was big enough for two, the bath had arcing golden faucets shaped like swans, and the sinks were broad and marble to match. It even had a bidet. She casually unpacked a few things and looked in the mirror, seeing the tired-but-fresh look following sleep on a plane. 

She pulled her hair brush out of her bag and looked at the handle, disappointed by its size. Ever since she started fucking her brother's huge cock she had turned into quite the size queen, much to her chagrin. God, she was going to need some of his cock soon, and she wasn't sure how she was going to manage it. 

She would just have to trust that her brother would play his part of the more sensible one and prevent them from getting caught, because she was certain before long she would be looking for any way to get his wonderful dick inside her. But this brush would have to do for now, she guessed as she leaned back on the toilet seat and began to shove the polished handle up her cunt. 

---

The rest of the abbreviated day was spent unpacking and inspecting the hotel, followed by a quiet dinner at a nice restaurant down the street. The wine began to flow, and with Eric and Kim allowed to drink as well, the entire table became jovial and freer with words.

"Oh come on, Mom, there had to be at least one other guy you've been with besides Dad," Kim laughed, continuing their unusual string of topics which appeared courtesy of the wine. 

"Nope, just him," Katerina chuckled, "and I don't know what's so wrong with that, either. Ever since Sex and the City it's like everybody has to have a convention in their hoo-hah."

The table roared at her attempt to be raunchy, her face going red immediately. 

"Well, I haven't had any conventions I don't think, maybe a few house parties," Nadia joked, sending another ripple of laughter through the table. 

They made their way back to the hotel at almost midnight, stumbling through the streets and eventually into their rooms. 

"Okay you two, I have to take a bath before I fall asleep, and I may just soak," Nadia said, catching both their eyes for a moment before disappearing into the bathroom with her bag. A grin split Kim's face as the bathroom door shut, and she turned to Eric, still looking a little tipsy from the wine. 

"Oh, brother," groaned Eric.

"That's just what I was thinking!" Kim said in mock-astonishment as she pushed him back onto his bed, her hands on his chest. 

"We should at least turn off the lights," Eric begged, growing hard as his sister straddled him, kissing him deeply and lingering on his lower lip. She ignored him and unzipped his slacks; dropping down to the space between the beds and slipping his now exposed cock into her mouth. 

---

Nadia listened closely as the water for the bath was running, a smile on her face. She had no idea if they'd be so bold as to try something with her in the bath, but she saw the look in Kim's eye on the way home, and she wouldn't put it past her. Either way, for now she intended to keep her promise, running a long bath and keeping to herself. 

She reached into the bag she brought in with her and pulled out a thick, 10" black dildo and sat on the edge of the bath. Her big tits hung proudly from her chest, as she looked in the mirror, watching as she slowly worked the fat fake prick, complete with fake veins and a fake head, up her quickly slickening snatch. 

She worked it about half way in and turned off the bath water, the tub now full. She tossed in some bubbles and slipped in the water, casually working the big toy up her pussy as she leaned back and listened.

---

Kim was working hard, but it was the kind of work she loved. Eric's big cock was lodged in her throat as she made every effort to push it further towards her stomach. She usually managed about 8 of his 9 inches at her deepest, but had never completely deep throated his huge manhood. 

Her hands ran their way from his thatch of trimmed pubic hair up his toned abs, exposed as he quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt. She was definitely going to fuck him; she just hoped she could keep it quiet enough to not make a scene. 

Eric began thrusting his hips towards her mouth, and she encouraged him by gripping his taut buttocks as they moved along the bed below him. Finally she dislodged her mouth from his dick and stood up, her tight blue dress clinging to her petite, athletic figure. She slipped off her heels and hopped up on the bed, her feet on either side of where Eric was sitting. She hiked her dress up around her navel, exposing her pussy right in Eric's face. 

"Jesus, you were like that all dinner?" Eric asked as he began eating her pussy, playing his tongue around her lips before sticking it up into her several times. 

"Fuck, even your tongue is huge," she moaned. He chuckled. It was true, he did have a kind of abnormally large tongue, and she loved it reaching into her pussy much more than reaching for his nose. 

"We really should stop this," Eric said, once again aware of the precarious position they were in. 

"Good luck with that," Kim said matter-of-factly as she slowly squatted down onto his cock. She let a little grunt escape her as he began to open her up, feeling wonderfully full as she made her way down his shaft. Kim always surprised herself at how much cock her 5'2" frame could manage to accommodate. 

She stopped when their hips were touching, his cock fully buried into her tight snatch. They shared another deep kiss before she started working up and down on his cock, her pussy juices making a mess of the slacks that were still on Eric as his cock jutted out of the fly. Her toned legs worked effortlessly, wrapping her pussy around his cock as she worked almost his whole length with each stroke. 

Soon her legs began to tremble, and she knew she was about to lose control. Eric took over, flipping her onto the bed, his cock still deep inside her, and began to thrust as he watched her eyes glaze over. She reached her hand down to her clit and rubbed furiously, and Eric wrapped a hand over her mouth as she moaned into it, her pussy gripping his dick tighter than ever as she came. 

Her legs clamped around his waist and the hand not frigging her clit reached up and grabbed his hair. She knew he was going to cum and she wanted it deep inside her. He struggled to dislodge himself but gave up after his feeble attempt and shoved his dick up as far as it would go into her snatch. 

She felt his dick throb deep inside her and grinned as he filled her with cum. Eric's happy exhausted look quickly changed to one of concern, as he pulled his cock from her and began changing from his now-ruined slacks. Kim stayed there lying back on the bed, her hand idly playing with some of the cum that was now leaking from her pussy onto the expensive mattress of Eric's bed. "Jeez bro, you sure know how to make a girl feel special," she joked as he tried to clean his mattress. She finally stood up and grabbed some clothes from her suitcase, slipping out of her dress and into some panties and a t-shirt. A little spot began to appear in her clean panties where his cum continued to leak out of her pussy, but she ignored it and hopped into her bed, turning on the TV. 

---

Nadia climbed out of the bath, dried her curvy body and got ready for bed. She put the thick black dildo back into her bag, sure to lick it before stowing it away. She was sure she had heard something outside, but she wasn't sure what it was, and when she emerged from the bathroom Kim was innocently watching TV under the covers while Eric read a book under his. 

She sauntered over to the other side of Kim, quick to catch Eric glancing at her figure in her boxers and tank-top. She silently climbed under the covers. "Wow this bed is really comfortable, Kim, you were right," she said. Kim nodded in agreement as she turned out the light, and they drifted off to sleep one at a time. 

---

Eric awoke with a start, feeling the covers move around his body. He felt Kim's warm breath next to his ear as he looked at the clock displaying shortly after 2:00 AM. 

"I'm not done with you today," she whispered as he felt her head move under the covers towards his cock, which was again rock hard. He tried to make out the figure of his Aunt Nadia through the darkness; it appeared that she was fast asleep. 

He felt Kim's lips close around his cockhead, surely tasting her own pussy on it from earlier as she began to lick and kiss it. Her head bobbed silently under the covers as he made an effort to stay silent while her throat took him deep. He could feel his sister drool spit up and down his shaft, working it with her hands until dick and pubes were covered with saliva. 

Her head emerged from the covers and Eric met her with a questioning look. She whispered into his ear, "Fuck my asshole," before turning away from him in the spoon position. 

"Are you crazy?" he whispered in her ear, his still-dripping cock lodged in her ass crack. 

Her only response was to grip his slick shaft and arch her back, placing the bulging tip of his huge cock at her butthole. He slowly pushed forward as her hand guided him in, her ring gradually loosening around him as he throbbed. 

A barely audible exhale escaped Kim's lips as he got almost all the way in, and he began quietly fucking her as they lay together in the darkness. A sheen of sweat had begun to cover them both, and the sheets felt damp around them as he continued to work himself into her ass. 

In a daze, he couldn't be sure how much noise they were making, but Aunt Nadia appeared to still be asleep in the bed across from them. At least twice he felt Kim's hands grip the sheets and her body tighten as she came around his dick. 

Finally his aching cock tensed up and he shot a load deep in his sister's asshole. Kim dislodged herself without a word, slipped out of his bed, pulled her panties back on and climbed into her bed with Aunt Nadia still asleep. He drifted back to sleep.

---

Bladder bursting, Eric awoke one more time, with the beginnings of a hangover and the clock reading shortly after 4:30 AM. He edged out of his bed, slowly making his way to the dark bathroom. He closed the door behind him, his cock sticking out in front as he made his way to wash the night's evidence off of himself. 

Before he got to the sink, a hand reached out and grabbed his arm, and he nearly fell out of his skin. 

"Stay quiet, Eric," Aunt Nadia's voice called out from where she sat on the toilet. 

"I'm so sorry-,"

"I said stay quiet," she calmly repeated, her hand reaching towards his cock. "Oh my, I had no idea that this is what all the fuss was about," she grinned in the dim light coming from the crack in the door, her eyes appreciating the big cock she had her hand wrapped around. 

She pulled it towards her open mouth and placed her voluptuous lips around his cockhead. He tensed up, sure that Nadia would taste where his cock had been. Sure enough, she stopped after a lingering lick.

"This tastes like your sister's asshole, Eric," she said matter-of-factly. 

His mouth was open but no words would come out. They stood there for a second, her seated on the toilet, him standing in front of her with his cock in her hand, staring at each other without expression. 

Then, her eyes still locked on Eric's, Nadia again wrapped her mouth around his cock, slowly going deeper on him until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. His desire to pee completely lost, he watched, enraptured as his Aunt effortlessly buried his nine inches of cock down her throat again and again, barely stopping for air. 

She pulled her head up and pumped both hands around his shaft and said, "I thought Kim was up to no good, but I had no idea she was this kinky." One of her hands reached down to play with her pussy. "Shoving a dick this big up her ass at only 18 years of age? Honestly I'm kind of impressed," she said with a smile, her legs spread wide as she began to smear some of her pussy juices on her own asshole. 

"I can't let her show me up our first day on vacation though, can I?" She turned around put her hands on the reservoir behind the toilet, sticking her curvy ass out at Eric, who was far past the point of trying to logically explain what was happening. 

He gripped her hips and carefully pressed his huge cock into her asshole, watching her wiggle her waist appreciatively as he got further into her. 

"Dear God, that cock is no joke," she groaned, then returned to her authoritative voice from before and said, "now put it to use."

Eric needed no further encouragement, and he began thrusting his hips until they slapped into Nadia's ass, her own hips meeting his with every stroke. Her luxurious black hair fell down her back, and he could see the outlines of her big tits bouncing between her arms as she gripped the back of the toilet. 

He was amazed at how long he lasted staring at that beautiful ass, supposing that part of it had to do with his sister having drained him relentlessly the day before. Finally, with beads of sweat dripping from both of them he lost himself deep in her guts, his cock still managing to shoot a gooey burst of cum into her now-stretched asshole. 

Nadia turned around and squatted in front of his hanging dick, again wrapping her lips around it and taking it deep once until he twitched. She came up and remarked, "You may want to clean this properly, I don't mind sucking on a cock that's been up an asshole, but your sister might not be so enthused." 

She made her way to the mirror and casually brushed her teeth as Eric stood there slack-jawed, watching his cum slowly dribble out of her ass.