0 comments/ 79207 views/ 3 favorites More By: Torridous The past few months had wound together in a blur of new experiences. At five foot, 115 pounds my lovely wife had become somewhat insatiable. She could now barely keep herself covered. I would get home from work to find myself under sexual attack. If she managed to stay dressed through dinner it was unusual. Believe me I didn't mind. She has an ass that turns me on without effort. All she has to do is lift her dress or lower her jeans and I want her. She knows I'm not the only one who looks at her that way. That's what turns her on. We've never led active social lives. We enjoy the few close friends that we have and that is about it. Even close friends have been hard to come by as of late. My wife has taken to spending time with acquaintances from work. There haven't been many, but there don't have to be. Even two or three over the course of a few months can make life dramatically different. I love her more than anyone else in the world. The whole thing started as my fantasy. I had though it would stay fantasy. When she wanted to try it who was I to stand in her way, of my idea? I'm not really allowed to watch. I suppose if I wanted to I could, but it's very strange to be a watching husband while your wife makes out with someone you don't know. I've stolen glances, and snuck peeks. These glimpses have fueled more than a few sore forearms or great sex sessions. I always tell myself that his hand is in her panties because she wants it. Or I know when he leaves she's climbing into bed with me, just like she's done every night for the past five years. Sometimes it's oh your busy, I guess I'll heat up something, but that's only happened once or twice. It was during an unexpected Christmas party about a week ago that I began to think about how to end it. We found out about it the night before it was to take place. It was casual, we probably wouldn't know anyone other than the person who had invited her. There would be a ton of people there. Only a few knew about us(her). There would be dancing, and drinking and good food. She really wanted to go. I asked why. She told me two of her 'friends' would be there, she told me they'd been talking. She told me they had 'plans' for her. I asked what kind of plans. 'we'll find out' she had told me. Find out we did. The party started at six, she didn't want to be there until almost seven. I asked what time it ends, she told me it didn't. Even I knew the address was in a part of town where casual meant only a tie. I found a suitably average looking ensemble. I knew she would do nothing of the sort. I was impressed when the dress she put on actually covered the top of her thigh highs. Have I told you what I think of thigh highs on a petite woman. Her stockings were black and matched the see-thru material of her thong panties. The dress was a Christmas burgundy, it was backless down to just above the roundness of her bum. The top came up respectively in the front not showing any of the cleavage she could be showing. She didn't wear a bra, but rather tied the dress taught at the top which held her ample chest adequately enough to look respectable. I wanted her. 'Whenever We get back here you can have me.' She said as she shrugged her mid-length leather coat on and skipped towards the front door. At the door she stepped into the burgundy heels waiting for her. During the entire ride the only words spoken were 'I'm already wet' just as we pulled into the long drive. I build houses and this place was up around seven thousand square feet, without a basement, attic or indoor pool, all of which were present. Someone parked our car and opened the front door. There were a few other stragglers still arriving. Neither she nor I knew them, and I didn't think they knew each-other. We met the host and hostess, who were oblivious to us or our presence. I noticed a few men checking out my wife who had given her jacket to a man at the door. I thought I even noticed a woman check me out, moy' kudos. There were tables set up throughout the first few rooms. They were mostly filled with people enjoying cocktails or snacks from the huge buffet table. Three or four waiters combed the rooms recovering empty plates and glasses, and lighting cigarettes or cleaning ash trays. 'I though you'd never make it.' A voice from behind us. We turned to see one of my wife's gentleman callers approaching us. 'The host is a vendor and he sends my friend's company a whole packet of invitations. The guy's loaded.' 'You know Jim?' The man asked my wife my wife smiled and nodded. The introduction pretty much bounced around me and before long we were in a smaller room which also had tables with cocktails talking. Before long I being the clear odd wheel in the group found myself fetching another round. When I returned my wife was dancing. There was a large parlor off of the smaller room and I could occasionally catch a glimpse of them through the people swaying to the music. The room was softly lit and the dancing was close and romantic. I suddenly felt very odd standing with a man I had never met who was probably biding his time before he too could dance with my wife. She returned for a quick sip a few moments later and sure enough left to dance with the other man. During that song a third man whom I didn't know asked if we would like to go to the rec. room downstairs and play pool. My wife's 'friend' said sure and that he would be right down, he would just tell the others and bring them along. I for lack of anything better to do followed this complete stranger through a truly lavish home and into an amazing basement. This was clearly the guy room. There were two tables and a full bar. The waitress down here was giggly and flirtatious, and emptied her tip basket often. Before long I was shooting pool and laughing at guy jokes. It didn't occur to me for quite some time that I had been cubby holed. I suppose I really did know, I mean she knew what she was here for, and so did I, or so I thought. I needed a bathroom and despite there being one downstairs, for exercise I went upstairs and found my way back to the dancing room. There was still dancing going on. The stairs had let me know I was buzzed, and checking my watch I realized that it was eleven thirty. The table we had been at was now occupied by a group of cackling older ladies, I spent a few minutes scanning the dance floor to no avail. It only made me dizzy. I had no idea where my wife was or what I was supposed to do. I went back down to the pool room and ate some of the now almost cool Hors' d'oevres. I played a little more pool, and soon my wife appeared. She seemed to take a moment to scan for me than when she found me she sauntered over she was a little tipsy, one of her fists was clenched tightly. The clock said twelve thirty. 'Hi baby.' She whispered. 'I'm staying late and I've got a ride home, so you can leave when you get bored. Have fun though, enjoy. I'm out of here. Hold these, make sure they get home, I've been chasing them all night.' She finished and stuffed something wet and gooey into my hand. As she walked away there were dozens of leering eyes on her. I watched taking more careful account this time. Her hair was tousled and one of her thigh highs was bunched at her knee. The ties on her dress were loose and messy, as though they had been haphazardly re-done. I looked down into my hand to find her panties. They were drenched. Most of the eyes in the room were on me and I smiled and headed in the direction she had gone. It was hard to stay with her through the crowd and at first I wasn't sure if I was trying to catch up or just follow. When she headed for the pool I opted for the latter. Through the glass wall I watched her saunter across the pool deck to the sauna which judging by the thermostat outside was set very low at seventy degrees. I waited, she didn't come out so gathering courage I walked across the deck with purpose and casually peeked through the window. There she was laying on the wooden bench, her dress bunched up around her waist the top untied and pulled past her lovely lovely breasts. She was hungrily sucking the life back into a flaccid man's penis while to my surprise a woman lapped at her gaping vagina, semen dribbled out and down the woman's chin. There were four other men in the room. They were all naked and all looked spent. I knew where they had gotten off, as the other woman wore only clean dry white panties. She too had a great body. I watched as the man my wife was pleasuring began to stir and the woman moved to allow him access to my wife's already well-used pussy, I could see a few globs of cum still clinging to her dark pubic hair. The man eased himself in and started slowly grinding into her, another man took his place beside my wife's face, and she turned her head and began to lick this man's semi-hard penis. 'Pardon me' a man's voice said and as I moved he opened the door and went inside. I was in utter disbelief. I walked briskly back across the pool and would've gone straight for the car if I hadn't had to pee as badly as I did. As I closed the bathroom door and locked it I realized just how hard my cock really was. I managed to piss by leaning way over the toilet, when I was done I opened my wife's panties and held them up to the light, there were spots and smears all over them. Just opening them filled the small bathroom with a musky sexual odor. I began to jerk off. By the time the knock on the door startled me, I had come minutes ago and still had the soiled undergarments pressed to my nose. I stumbled back down to the rec room. Where there were only a few stragglers remaining. The clock now read One fifteen. The bar was closed the waitress/barkeep was counting her wad of cash, and I decided to check the sauna once more before leaving. It took a few minutes to find my way back to the pool. When I did I could see the open door to the sauna was being scrubbed by an unhappy looking housekeeper. I headed towards the front door and my car. The valet after taking one look at me refused to give me my keys and I was led to a small guest room where I woke up a few hours later. Not surprisingly the panties were still wadded tightly in my fist. I drove home and pulled in the driveway at seven in the morning to the sunrise and a wicked head-ache. I didn't see the note until I woke up at ten thirty to urinate. -Hey, missed you we got here about three thirty, there's a tape in the VCR hope you like it. See you either tonight or tomorrow sometime Love you- It was Saturday morning, I turned on the TV and almost didn't watch the tape in lieu of cartoons. When I hit play I was greeted by clearing fuzz, followed by laughing and a camera being shuffled around. Then there was my wife. She was in a moving vehicle, I could see the city passing by behind her. She was only wearing one thigh high. I looked at the now stiffening crusty panties. The tell-tale burgundy of her dress hung over the bench seat behind her. Whoever was filming was in the front, she was sandwiched between two men. One of which I recognized as a friend of hers. They began fondling and fingering her. Both of them inserting fingers into her vagina until they each had three fingers inside her. She moaned and bucked against them, begging for each finger. 'oh yeah she's loose' I heard someone say. The counter on the tape said it was almost two o'clock. The tape ran uninterrupted until quarter of four when the sport utility they were in made it's third stop this one at our house, and I saw my naked wife walking up our front steps. there was a splatting sound as a gob of cum pulled out by gravity hit out walkway. She got the key from under the mat and let herself in, a moment later the tape stopped. During the almost two hours of filming, there had been several sex scenes. At one point they had stopped behind a convenient store and after doing it for almost twenty minutes my wife had gone in naked and dripping (in DECEMBER!) and bought a porno magazine. She said the clerk had just about cum in his pants right to the camera. After the first few minutes my eyes glazed over and I watched in shock and amazement. She got home at dinnertime the following day (Sunday) still naked she only had her jacket and purse to show for the weekend. In her purse were three more tapes. All of them were over three hours. She looked at me, my bright red penis sore from the third time I had watched the one tape I could watch and knelt gently kissing it. When she knelt I heard a wet plopping sound as more semen leaked from inside her. On Monday we made a pact that it was over. Whatever we had done had to stop. It really had gone too far. 'What about next year's party?' She asked. More The sounds came in dizzying waves. Voices rising and falling – swelling and ebbing like the tide at dawn's break. Nothing made sense but the crooning voice of the man who had brought her to this place – to her surprise. "Relax, my pet… I have a gift for you. Something you've always wanted… always dreamt of, but were too nervous to actually live. Tonight, you will live fully – tonight, you will give all of yourself to me." Arms and legs caressed by thick, soft cotton – held tight against the wooden legs of a padded bench. A heavy black leather blindfold took her sight completely. Slowly, the thin dress was cut from her body. She could feel the sensuous slide of the steel blade dancing carefully over awakened flesh as the cloth dropped to the floor like a snake shedding its skin. "Can you hear them, puss? Listen closely. How many, hmm? How many men see your body in all its splendid nakedness? Four… five… six? Can they see how your flesh quakes and shivers in anticipation, the slick coating of your inner thighs? Think about it, pet. All these men… just for you." She gasped, finding the murmurs swelling… growing stronger, wanting to know just how many eyes were trained on an open cunt, dangling breasts. Was he telling her the truth? Were there really others here to touch and use her body as she was born to be used? Or was it some sort of elaborate mind-fuck set up to steal her imagination and send her into billows of fear mixed with wild excitement? The first touch was warm and familiar – Master's touch. Relaxing softly under the intimate warmth sliding over the silk of bare flesh. Ardent lips settling at that warm seam between hip and thigh, soft licks, gentle breath. Gradually, the touch seemed to spread… grow. Gentle strokes teasing over pebbled flesh, sinking through the velvet skin, tantalizing indulgence. Her breath an echo through the air – calling the graze of lips and tongue. And the first thrust stole her mind. Deeply implanted within the sucking strength of warm cunt, the cock moved in gentle force – driving deeper into her wet, willing body. Master's whisper at her ear, whispering how lovely she looked with so many hands and lips trailing her form, and a stranger between her thighs. She gasped, reality burying itself within her mind… Master and protector cooing into her ear as the penis of a stranger pressed deeply into wet velvet – constricting cunt. Easy pressure at sweetly parted lips, as the satin flesh of a turgid cock smeared a wet tip over glistening lips. A single thrust sending the manhood – a faceless glove of silk over iron – deeply into the cove of curled tongue and warm palate. She should feel shame. She should cry at the way her body was simply being used as a warm and wet place to masturbate these cocks moving into her over and over. But she didn't. Sweet lord, she didn't. "Yes… good girl," his voice a warm purr against her ear as the rhythm quickened, "so fucking beautiful. Don't you feel it, pet? Can't you feel how excited they are to have the honor of taking my sweet slut's body for their own – even for a moment. Yes, that's it – fuck them my whore, show them just how needy and hungry you are." Joy danced through her veins as the grunts merged and sung through her soul as they thrust and drove deeply… forcefully… into mouth and cunt. Hands gripped her hips – bruising pressure. Glorious explosion, salty jets of thick white coating her tongue – glazing her throat, as she swallowed deeply, convulsively. Drinking down the heavy semen greedily, hungrily – filling the long tunnel of a wildly working throat with the clinging seed of a man she didn't know. A spotlight trained on the woman tied to the bench in the middle of the floor, revealing every freckle, every dimple. Withdrawal. Heavy white clinging to the corner of her mouth… foamy and sparkling like spun silver in the bright light. "Yes, my slut, lick it away, taste his cum." Master's voice… low… compelling. "Another, sweet pet? Do you want… more?" His fingers slid along the base of her neck then tightened slowly around the slenderness of her throat. Sweet pressure, hot lust. "More?? Please?" Sticky lips, raw voice. "Master? Pleaaseee? Moreeeeeeeee?" He smiled. More My first experience with anal sex was painful. It was not that I didn’t enjoy it, quite the contrary, but the unfamiliar-ness of the whole experience left me wondering how well it suited me. For days after my first time, my ass just didn’t feel like normal. And the very thought of anal sex again made my sphincter tighten. But I knew that my lover enjoyed anal sex, and I wanted to make him happy. I knew that I would keep on enjoying being dominated by him, so I would allow him to fuck me however he chose, but I wanted anal sex to be more than a domination/submission thing. I wanted to know that I could experience physical orgasms from anal sex. So while he was out of town, I decided that I would find out if I actually enjoyed the act of anal sex. One night, I put on some Sade, lit some candles, and laid myself down on my bed with my trusty dildo. First, I decided that I needed to start the night off right, so I started fantasizing about my lover holding me down on the bed fucking me while rubbing my clit. I allowed my thoughts to roam into dirtier territory, imagined him fucking my face as I sucked on my dildo and continued to rub my clit. I could feel my pussy growing wetter, longing to feel filled, I took my wet dildo from my mouth and crammed it into my pussy. It did not take long before I was writhing in bed, calling out my lover’s name. I allow myself to rest, lazily running my fingers lightly over my breasts, enjoying the warm feelings washing over me. But I am also a woman with a purpose, and I know that I cannot stop here. I take my dildo and lick it clean of my love juices, getting more aroused by their clean, sexy taste. I then pull out my bottle of lube out of my nightstand, and pour a liberal amount over my dildo. My heart races. I cannot believe what I am about to do, alone in my room. It feels so dirty. And yet, I know I must persevere. It is difficult for me to convince myself to do it. Anal sex seems so sordid, even though the concept of it appeals to me. To be willingly probing myself with a dildo… I take a deep breath and bring the dildo to my pucker. I push, but my sphincter proves a tough barrier to break, and attempt after attempt, the dildo slips around everywhere but my ass. I refuse to be defeated. I start touching my still-swollen clit again and feel my body relax. I take that opportunity to press the dildo against my unwilling hole, and it slowly edges past the tight ring. After that, it easily slides in. It was so strange feeling myself filled by my dildo, not having my boyfriend’s warm body lying over me. I had no one to hang onto, just my two hands, one controlling my dildo, the other grasping the sheets. I start out slowly easing the dildo in and out of my ass. I decided not to touch my clit for the rest of the night. I want to orgasm from the anal penetration alone. Eventually, I feel my ass ease up, and I start ramming the dildo in faster and faster, imagining my lover pounding into my ass. Suddenly, I am overcome with a feeling of emptiness. My pussy longs to be filled even as my ass demands that I fuck it harder. Quickly, I insert two fingers into my pussy, just in time to feel my muscles start to rhythmically contract. I lay back, immobile, and just experience the orgasm. I am satisfied. When my lover finally comes back from his trip, I am ready for him. He fucks me vigorously from behind, then whispers into my ear “Why do you like being dominated by me?” “Because I do.” “If you love being dominated so much, you must love it when I take you in the ass.” He does not wait for an answer. His fucking has left me slick with moisture, so wet he does not need any lubricant. He takes a finger, then two, wets them in my juices, then spreads my ass wide and lubricates the sphincter. With little ado, he quickly replaces his fingers with his thick, deliciously hard cock. I can’t help shrinking away from it at first, but he follows my movements, pushes me deep into the bed, and claims my ass. He puts both hands on my shoulders, and rams into my ass as deeply as he can. I am completely possessed by him, I am his, and he brutalizes my ass the same way he does my pussy. And I love it. Before long, I am screaming out, clawing at the bedsheets, slamming my ass back with as much force as I can summon. I wish that he could use more of me, that he could rip farther into me, that he could fill all of my holes and own me completely. I think my lover can sense this because he takes one of my hands, and has me put three fingers in my pussy, then he shoves two fingers into my mouth down my throat before he erupts and joins me in complete abandon. He fills me with his cum, and we both collapse onto the bed, his cock still planted deeply in my ass, and fall asleep. More While her husband undressed in the bathroom, she hung her bra on the doorknob and then pulled off her panties. Glancing at herself in the mirror for a moment, she ran her hand up through her hair and let the strands fall onto her shoulders. Her breasts sagged just a bit, but she smiled knowing she was in much better shape than her friends. She adjusted some pillows and climbed onto the bed, resting her back against the stack of pillows. She had been ready for him when he got home. It had been several days and it seemed they had to keep up the average, three times a week except when she had her period. But today it was different, he had brought her flowers. Wondering if there might be a message somewhere, she asked herself, "Had he been with someone else?" She knew they were at that age when something seemed to... "Oh babe, I love seeing you like that," he said, staring where she had been absent-mindedly touching her nipple. "You!" she said, rolling over onto her stomach in mock modesty. She remained on her stomach, wishing that he might begin kissing her ankles and slowly, wetly work up her calves, thighs and up her back. Just the thought of is sent a shiver down her back, a shiver quickly intterupted as he grabbed her leg and turned her over onto her back, gently, but insistently opening her legs. Glancing down at him between her thighs she hoped for a moment he might remain down there, running his scratchy face along her thigh and settling between her legs, running his tongue up her slit. She closed her eyes hoping she'd feel his hot breath flow over her pussy, but feeling his hands grab her breasts, she groaned in disappointment. "Oh you like that do you?" he said teasingly, moving his mouth to her nipple and roughly sucking it into his mouth, his teeth painfully sliding over the sensitive tip. She flinched and he moved to her other breast, this time a bit more gently. It was like this every time, three times a week, twelve – thirteen times a month. She'd usually come in spite of his fumbling, she needed to, otherwise he'd sulk, his pride wounded in not "pleasing" his woman. To keep him happy she'd let herself drift to that day at the pool, when one of the waiters at the club went for a swim. She'd picture that young body climbing out of the pool dripping wet, walking over towards her to grab a towel. Yes, her husband could "please" her then, as if her orgasm was all there was to it. She felt her husband's cock pressing against her, trying to gain entrance before she was really ready. Reaching down, she took hold of one of her lips and opened herself while she guided him in with her other hand. Their skin stuck a bit as he pushed, withdrew and then pushed again, slowly, patiently working further into her until she became wet enough to comfortably take him in. He was careful not to hurt her, ignoring the fact that if he just took the time before shoving himself into her, it might be easier. Had he forgotten the simple joy of touching, teasing, kissing, loving? Noticing his quick breathing she knew he hadn't been with anyone else in the past few days, no he was getting there too fast. So the flowers really were for her, a nice surprise in an otherwise mundane day... life? She felt him pause in his thrusts, as he let the sensations subside a bit so she could catch up, but she knew she wasn't catching up today, so she reached up and toyed with his nipples, whispering, "Come on, give it to me." He clenched his teeth and shoved his cock deep inside her. Quickly withdrawing he then thrust again, and then again, faster now as his breathing got louder. She pressed her hips up to meet each thrust, as if she was as turned on as he was. He moaned and she cried out, "Oh yes, yes, again." She felt him cum, the break in his rhythm as he pushed himself deep, deep inside her. She tensed her muscles, faking a spasm, in a few moments she did it again, as she watched a smile come across his face. "Was it good?" he asked. "The best," she lied. "Really?" "You felt me come didn't you?" "Yes, I did... yes I did." She didn't move, hoping he'd wrap his arms around her, maybe try to keep his cock inside her for a few minutes more, but he quickly withdrew and headed to the shower to wash her off his body. It was as if he needed to get clean to return to his wife, and yet he was already home. Knowing she'd have a couple of minutes as he lathered up his cock and scrubbed any trace of her from him, she rolled over onto her side and moved her hand up between her legs. Returning to the pool she watched the waiter slowly towel off his chest and abs. Letting her eyes glance downward she stared at the bulge in his tiny bathing suit as she circled over her clit with her fingers. He'd walk away, heading for the diving board, his ass flexing powerfully with each step and she pictured it driving that wonderful cock into her pussy. Dipping her fingers into her wet cunt, she lubed up her fingers and returned to her clit as the man climbed up the ladder to the diving board. Moving her fingers faster now, she pictured him jumping up once and landing on the board, letting it flex under him and then spring back as he flew into a perfect swan dive. As he descended in slow motion, she arched her back and moaned, timing it, timing it so... so... just as he entered the water she came, feeling the intense pleasure splashing though her body. She clamped her legs tight and let the pleasure take her, her cunt contracting over an inmaginary cock. Finnaly remembering her husband in the shower, she quickly concentrated on regaining her composure. She rolled onto her back, keeping her legs crossed. He stepped out of the bathroom already in his shorts and pulling on a tee shirt. As he headed to the bedroom door she asked, "Where you going?" "The game... on TV," he mumbled as he passed through the door. She rolled back onto her side grumbling to herself, "There has to be more, there has to be more, there has to be..." The waiter climbed out of the pool and walked toward her, grabbing a towel and drying off his chest and abs. She let her eyes drift downward as she reached her hand between her legs again whispering, "There has to be more." More This is a continuation of my story, Librarian. I've been thinking about what happened with Corrine and Adam. And there's more to come. As always this story goes out in memory of Colleen Thomas. Don't forget to vote and comment. I do enjoy hearing from my readers. More She smiles with an alluring sweetness tempered by a touch of sin. Her hands go to her thighs, she slides them up her body once again. I can see the material covering her pussy darken ever so slightly as her fluids dampen it. When she comes to her breasts, Corrine cups underneath them, bounces them at me. Her smile grows even more wicked. I growl a fiery sound. She's learned so much about me in the last three weeks. Corrine knows my triggers and plays with them with skill. "We're taking this to the bedroom," I tell her as I stand. I pause a moment to adjust my anatomy. It was getting a little uncomfortable in there. Walking to my playmate, I take her hand and lead her down the hall. Elaine pads silently in front, turns into the spare room. Watching as the sexy librarian and I pass, her hands come up, squeeze the air as if Corrine's breasts and ass were in them. Once in the bedroom, I place Corrine a few feet from the bed then sit on it. "Play with yourself," I order. "I know you love it. And I love to watch you. Leave the teddy in place until I tell you." The raven haired lady's hands come up and she pets the flesh of her breasts where they rise above the top of her garment. A tremor runs through her body and she groans. Her fingers cover the cloth covering her full mounds and she squeezes them again, hard. Her vocal reaction this time is a squeak. "Talk to me, beautiful," I rumble at her, my lust heating my words. "You know how I like to hear you talk." "Oh," Corrine groans, "So, so good. My breasts..." "Still haven't broken the propriety habit yet, have you?" I interrupt. "A hot bitch like you uses different words." The gorgeous woman hisses. And resumes her monologue. "My tits. Oh! So sensitive, sending..." She hisses once more. "...such feelings, such heat through me. My pussy's getting so wet, so hot, so needy. God, I need you in me. Your hot bitch can't wait." I chuckle. "You can't, but you'll have to. Pull the cups down. Pinch your nipples." As always, she does as I ask. In a moment the upper part of her garment in bunched around her waist revealing her creamy skin and full tits. Corrine takes her sensitive nubbins and squeezes them between thumb and forefinger. Her mouth drops and her body shakes. The crotch of her teddy is now sodden with her excitement. Elaine appears in the door to the bedroom. She's naked now, and wearing a harness around her hips. A dildo, larger than I am, is attached to it. Her eyes slit at the sight of my wanton playmate. One hand goes to a breast, another between her legs and she pets herself. Her eyes go blank for a moment, then return to watch some more. She pulls her hands away from her body, swallows. Then she looks at me and winks. Corrine isn't aware of her presence. She continues pinching her nipples. Pants interspersed with rattling groans seep from her mouth. "Stop," I direct her. She leaves off her work at once. With legs trembling, she waits. "Over here," is my next instruction, "you have work to do." The dark tressed woman's mouth shapes into a delighted grin. She knows what I want and it's an act she's grown to love. She walks towards my voice. I reach out and guide her as she comes close enough. Spreading my legs, I place her between them. With a gentle pressure on her hips I make her kneel. I take a hand and guide it to the solid rod in my jeans. "You know what to do." Her other hand comes up. Shaking, they caress my member gently. Running them up and down, at moments her greed makes her clasp harder. I grunt as she does. How I adore her want, her passion, her avarice for me. Across the room, Elaine nibbles her lower lip, shivers. She grasps her thighs and I see the skin dimple where her fingers dig into her flesh. Her cheeks gain a pale red glow, her eyes shine with expectation. "Go on," I direct the lovely lady between my legs, "You know what you want." Corrine hisses at that. She feels her way up my zipper until she comes to the button holding my jeans closed. She pulls at it, trying to undo it. Her eagerness makes her clumsy. Her lips slit in concentration and the button comes free. She smiles as her goal moves closer. The fingers of her right hand go to the tab of my zipper. As she pulls it down, her left hand draws my jeans open. Finished that small task both hands come up, grasp the top of my pants and jockeys then draws them down. I lift my ass to help her and she pulls them past my knees until they wrap around my ankles. She crouches, takes my boots and socks off, then removes my lower garments. Corrine kisses and licks my legs as she works. My body fills with heat at the touch and sight of her. So sexy, so eager. It inflames me. My cock twitches and a drop of seminal fluid runs from it. Finished undressing me Corrine searches for my legs with her hands. Finding them, she uses them as a guide to lead her head to my lap. Once there her tongue runs out, licks the length of me. With a whine of pleasure, her mouth gets to work, kissing me, laving me. Her breathing speeds up as her passion climbs. My eyes roll up and my mouth drops. A groan is forced from me at the touch of her sweet mouth. "God," I manage to tremor at her, "You are such a lovely, hot bitch." Elaine's face mirrors my expression. Her hands replace themselves at her breast and crotch, resume their play. She hunches and quivers. Her mouth snaps shut and I see her swallow the sound she almost made. "I know, I am," Corrine groans at my praise. Her right hand wraps itself around my hardness and she pumps gently. But only for a few seconds. Purring, she leans forward, extends her tongue and washes it up the length of me. My fingers clench, digging into the bedspread. I love the feel of her. My sweet, horny librarian's passion makes my body quiver. My right hand comes up and I pull out the sticks holding her bun in place. Her black hair falls free, covers my crotch and legs, tickling my skin. "God, woman," I gasp at her, "you're so beautiful." My professor nods weakly. She takes her hands away from her body. The way it quivers shows how close she is. On silent feet, she steps towards the bed. Corrine takes one last lick up my length. Pursing her lips, she kisses my crown. The next instant she opens up and takes me in. "Christ!" I grit out through clenched teeth. The feel of her hot, wet mouth is a delight, the epitome of oral pleasure. Her tongue works, her cheeks draw in as Corrine applies just the right amount of suction. My gonads seem to boil as she draws on me, my seed bubbles like warm soda. My librarian works ravenously, her every motion demanding that I spend for her. She grunts, moans, trills with the joy of playing with me. With a sudden motion, she pushes her head down, takes in every inch of me. Elaine walks towards us. Her eyes are lambent with want. They are fixed on the lovely, lingerie covered ass of the woman fellating me. Her tongue runs over her lips. That tells me she's about to join in. As Corrine's head pulls back a little I place a hand on her neck, to hold her in place. My professor kneels, her legs outside Corrine's. Her hand reaches forward, disappears, hidden by the full cheeks of the woman bowed before me. As her fingers make contact Corrine stops working, lets loose a little squeak of surprise. That's quickly followed by a shudder of pleasure as Elaine pets her gently. I chuckle. "That's right, bitch. You're always asking for more. So here it is. You like me playing with you. You're going to love two people doing the same." Corrine tries to pull away from me but my hand holds her in place. She pushes hard against me, for a moment. Then her body relaxes. Another, more forceful shudder ripples through her. That familiar moan of pleasure she makes so often vibrates my cock. "No need to stop," I tell her. "I know how much you like sucking me. Just enjoy it, being teased at both ends." And she does. Hesitantly at first, then with more vigor she returns to her play. Before long she's working with complete abandon, making little mews of joy the whole time. I have to clamp very hard on my arousal. My eyes focus on a corner of the room. My mind draws up distracting memories. I work through the multiplication table, sing drinking songs silently, remember the dirty jobs I did as a janitor in my youth. It holds me back from the edge, but barely. A quiet 'click' sounds. I bring my eyes down to see the bottom part of Corrine's teddy snap up to her waist. Elaine's hand pulls back. She straightens two fingers and she moves them forward again. Corrine squeals, and her jaw tightens suddenly. I take a handful of hair, pull her from my cock. She gasps and then whines, "No!" "Just enjoy beautiful," I tell her. "I can see you like what's happening a lot. But let me know. How do you feel?" "God," my sweet bitch stutters, "it's so good." She wraps a hand around my cock, grips it like a piton that keeps her from falling. "They're playing so well, hitting just the right spots." I see Elaine twist her arm clockwise then counterclockwise. Corrine's mouth drops and she makes a strangled noise. Her commentary starts up again. "They make me so hot, touching me, me just so." She gutters another groan. "Love it, so hot, so horny. Almost there." My lovely professor pulls her hand free. The lady between my legs squeaks another desperate "No!" at that. She needn't worry. Elaine shuffles back a bit, bends forward. Her eyes glitter at me above the sweet roundness of my librarian's ass. A slurping sounds as she get to work. Corrine barks a noise, she grips me tightly. "Oh shit!" she moans. Her body jerks, quivers. No more words come from her, only inarticulate sounds of passion are spit out as lust fills her. My librarian pauses there, hanging at the edge of ecstasy, balancing at the edge of nothingness. Her face takes on that desperate edge I know so well. She wants to come and come hard. My professor lowers her head a little. The sounds of her tongue playing over Corrine's pussy changes. And the lady whose head is in my lap gets her wish. A gibber of lust flows out of her mouth. The muscles in her back cord, relax, tighten again. That lovely ass of hers clenches with the joy of her climax. Her right hand squeezes my prick, a little too hard but I'm too busy enjoying the show to care much. The fingernails on her left hand dig into my thigh. As always, Corrine's orgasm is hard and long. The passion she denied so long, and still denies too often, possesses her and it wafts her spirit far from the world. The raven haired woman wilts. I take her shoulders, Elaine her hips, and we keep her from collapsing to the floor. My professor licks her lips as she does so, a satisfied grin on her face. We place Corrine on the bed and she curls into a fetal ball, still twitching from aftershocks. Elaine and I wrap our arms around each other and share a hot kiss. The feel of her dildo and harness against me is a little strange but I ignore it. Pulling away I clean her face with my tongue. The taste of Corrine's spending and the woman who made her spend is a flavour I find I quite enjoy. As I finish the willowy blonde I'm holding brings her mouth to my ear. "Damn!" she whispers. "That was good. I don't often see a woman come so hard so soon." "Told you," I return just as quietly. "She is a very hot bitch." "I'm surprised I missed that," Elaine remarks. "Generally, a person has to know themselves before you can know them. She didn't until I showed her what she was. "Want to teach her some more, professor?" I pull my head away from her ear and arch an eyebrow at her. She grins back and nods. Cocking my head at the still limp woman on the bed I whisper, "Go ahead. I'll watch for a while." The blonde woman kneels on the mattress. Taking Corrine's knees she rolls the limp librarian on her back. Nudging the other woman's legs apart Elaine places herself between them. Pausing for a moment she admires the beauty framed by dark hair spread out before her. Then she lowers her hips until the strap-on rests on the wet lips displayed. Corrine's reaction is that enervated moan I've heard so many times before. Although weak from orgasm, she still wants, wants more. Her lips take on another shape, a minor frown of curiosity sits on them now. She's wondering what the person sitting before her is up to. My professor pumps her hips, sliding the plastic phallus over her sweet pupil's clit. The prone woman's hips jerk at that and Corrine pulls in a fevered hiss. Her mouth goes slack at the feelings washing through her. Elaine lies flat now, pressing her body against the sweaty lady under her. Corrine's full breasts compact under the weight and peek out between their bodies. My librarian squeaks at the discovery of the gender of the person playing with her. Her mouth shows shock as she finds I'm moving her past another limit. The blonde lady chuckles. "Don't worry, sweetie," she says. "You're like me and I know me. I like coming hard and so do you. I don't care much who makes me come. And you don't either." Elaine moves her hips and her toy plays over Corrine's wet centre once more. Corrine's body jerks, she draws her lips back in a heated grimace and moans. Elaine grins, moves her head down and gives the sweaty bitch under her a passionate kiss. That woman tenses, her discomfort taking over her for a moment. But just a moment. My professor's pelvis pumps and Corrine drops her jaw in another moan. Elaine doesn't miss the chance and pushes her tongue inside the lady she's drawing out. My librarian tenses again. Then slowly relaxes. Her arms come up, shaking a little. Bit by bit they wrap around the the sweat bedewed back of the woman on top of her. And when they're fully engaged, the wanton that Corrine tries so hard to control takes over. Letting loose that warm purr of hers, her mouth starts to work, pulling at the lips and tongue playing with her. Her legs encase Elaine's ass and hold tight. She writhes to work the toy pressed against her hot pussy, driving the fresh lust she feels higher. Elaine pulls her head away. She grins at the lust filled woman trembling under her. "See?" she asks. "You want that. Like me, you love another woman's touch. It makes you hot." She moves her hips again, with a little wiggle to spread the sensation around. "Yes!" grits Corrine. "Didn't know. Like it though. So hot, so different, so good." Her hands pet the satin skin under her palms. Her legs tighten, squeezing the latex phallus harder against her hot pussy. "I know what I like," Elaine goes on, "after I've had my cunt eaten really well. I need to be fucked, and fucked hard. You do too, don't you?" "Yes!" comes the panting declaration. "I do." "Ask then, you hot bitch." "Please," comes tremoring out from my lusty librarian. "I need to be fucked. Put your cock in me. Fuck me hard!" "I'll never turn down a request like that," Elaine tells her with a lascivious leer. "Feet flat on the bed, sweetie." Corrine does as she asks, keeping her thighs spread wide. The blonde lady straightens her arms, raises her hips. The head of her dildo drops as she does. Watching as it goes, Elaine moves the device until the tip is placed at the entrance of our playmate's swollen, wet gorge. A small wriggle and the toy starts to push Corrine's labia aside. A gasping gulp works the raven haired woman's throat and a shiver shakes her. "Like that?" inquires Elaine. She pushes a little more in. "God," Corrine gurgles, "yes." "So tell me," the pedagogue on top of her demands. "I want to know how you feel." I'd filled in my professor on how vocal Corrine is, how much she adores talking while being played with. "Big," gasps the woman with her back on the bed, "so big, so nice. Feel full." "Mmmm," hums Elaine. "I've been there. It is nice, isn't it?" She pushes more of her dildo into Corrine. The reply is a panting moan. "Yes. No friction. I'm so hot, so wet. Pu, pu, pulses in me. So good, feel it all. It's...it's filling me up so good." Corrine's voice degenerates into gasping, clicking sounds of bliss. Both women voice sharp noises as their pelvises meet. Their bodies tighten, their arms pull their partner close. Corrine relaxes. Elaine pulls her hips back, withdrawing some of the large toy from the sweaty wanton beneath her. The lust filled librarian whines. Her new lady lover reverses direction and Corrine's head rolls back as she's filled once more. Elaine starts to pump in a steady rhythm, quiet squelching noises punctuating her action. With squeaks, pants and moans Corrine tells of the fervor that fills her. Elaine lies flat, both ladies' breasts press together, Corrine's fuller ones peek out from between them. My professor grabs the shoulders of her lover, her head nestles against her ear. "Talk to me, sweetness. I need to hear you talk." "God!" is the whimpering answer. "So good, so good. Love it. So full, so hot." The words flag with a gurgle then pick up again. "Want it. Fuck me, fuck me hard! Going to come, come so good." Corrine's voice falters, hazes with the passion in her. Her legs cross behind Elaine's ass, adding their force to the hard beats of the toy inside her. The blond PhD answers her request, bangs Corrine hard. Soft, wet sounds come from the pussy of the impaled woman. "Damn," hisses Elaine, "what a sweet bitch you are!" She raises her head and looks at me with smoky grey eyes. "Thank you," she tells me with a heated gasp. I smile and nod my head in acknowledgment. The scene playing on my bed is so erotic, so hot! My cock pulses as I stroke it. My climax comes close. But not yet, I tell myself. I move my hand away. My spending will be inside the women I'm with. Corrine unwraps her legs from Elaine's ass. She places her feet on the bed with her knees bent. Driving herself into the forceful strokes of the dildo stuffing her, she pushes herself to orgasm. "Ee!" she grunts with each stroke. "Good, good, good. So, nice. Almost, most..." Then her eyes roll back and she comes. That so familiar shriek fills the air. My sweet librarian digs her fingers into Elaine's back. Her body jerks, shimmies. She tightens, relaxes with each blast of the unadulterated bliss that explodes in her. "Eep!" gasps Elaine at the feel of her lover's fingernails. She pulls her head back, watches the emotions filling the woman under her. My professor's face shows a mixture of astonishment and delight. She grins lustily and moves her hips, making sure Corrine's climax is prolonged and intense. My raven haired woman goes limp. She lies under Elaine, panting, twitching, sweating. Her rapid huffs abate, become languorous breaths. Corrine's face is slack. She's aware of nothing but the febrile glow inside her. Elaine stops working her hips. She watches her playmate with a gleeful smile. Turning her head she looks at me and grins. "Wow!" she mouths. "She's not done yet," I tell the slim blonde. And sure enough, at that moment, Corrine's eyes focus. "Mmmm," she moans, "that was nice." Her expression heats. She says the word she so often speaks. "More." Thrusting her hips up, she shows clearly what she wants more of. Elaine looks down, a lecherous grin on her face. "Really?" "Yes," gutters Corinne, "more. Lots more. I like it. I want it. More!" The woman on top chuckles. She grabs Corinne's ass and with a quick roll changes their positions. "If you want more, go ahead," Corrine doesn't hesitate. She pulls up the length of the toy, then slams herself down again. Her mouth opens and she grunts as she fills herself up. Up and down, in a rapid rhythm, she chases after what she seeks, more. Elaine reaches up and pulls Corrine's blindfold off. She grins at the black haired woman. "Hi Corrine. We should have done this a long time ago." More Corrine stops moving, her jaw drops and her lake blue eyes grow wide. "Pro, Professor Fotheringham?" The blonde takes Corinne's breasts in her hands, grips them so that the firm flesh fills the space between her fingers. She leads her lover up the length of her faux penis. My librarian's eyes flutter at the sensation of the dildo moving in her. Elaine guides the hot bitch on top of her downwards. A groan sounds as Corrine's hot pussy is filled again. Her look of shock fades, is replaced with one of lust. She moves once more as her passion takes over, drives her onwards. "God!" hisses my librarian. "That's so hot. I'm so hot. Filling me up, squeezing my tits. Feels so good. I like it, love it. More." Corrine's hips speed their beat. Elaine drives up into her, their pelvises meet with a slap. Stepping to my right I can see my librarian's lubrication run down the harness to mix with my professor's. My bedsprings squeak in protest at the treatment they're receiving. The black haired woman throws her body down on Elaine. Her muscles solidify and her shriek of orgasm fills my bedroom. Corrine grips the person under her tight, she quivers with ecstasy. My professor keeps her toy running in and out of the beautiful wanton she is fucking, making Corrine's climax massive once more. The lady on top wilts. Panting, her lungs draw sharp breaths. At random moments, she jerks. Each time she does she spits out a single syllable word as an aftershock ripples through her. "God. Oh. Jeez." Elaine lifts her head to look at me, astonishment and pleasure shine from her features. "Damn!" she breathes. "Adam, you sure can pick them. I had no idea what she was like." Her hands pet the slick back of her paramour. "Thank you!" As she's speaking I walk to the night stand next to the bed. Opening it, I pull a small tube of lubricant from it. I bring a finger to my mouth, letting Elaine know Corrine is to receive yet another surprise. I climb on the bed, kneeling close to my sweet ladies. Twisting the cap off the tube, I squeeze a dab of clear, slick gel onto my index finger. Reaching out, I place that finger on Corrine's asshole and spread a layer of lubrication over it. This breaks through the haze fogging my passion addled librarian's mind. Her head comes up. "Oh!" she squeaks. "What?" Elaine wraps Corrine in her arms. "Don't worry, pretty. You'll like what Adam's about to do. It's a real treat." "But, but, it's so...dirty." is the hissing reply. "That's why you'll like it so much," the literature PhD tells her. "That's why I like it. Relax, sweet. Would we do anything you weren't going to like?" Corrine is silent for a second. "No," she says. A shiver ripples through her. "It won't hurt, will it?" "I'll be as careful as a man can be," I reassure her. I pull my hand away from her, her sphincter is well lubricated now. Extending my index finger I draw a line of gel down it. That finger goes back to Corrine's shiny pucker and with a gentle pressure, I push it inside. My playmate's body jerks. She grunts an exquisite noise full of surprise and lust. "God!" she gutters. "That's so strange. I feel like such a bitch!" Gripping Elaine tight with arms and legs she spits out her favourite word, "More!" Pumping with a slow, steady motion, I twist my arm, making sure the sweet, horny woman I'm playing with is properly prepared. Her sphincter squeezes my digit. I can feel her muscles quiver at the lewd sensation of me in her rectum. I withdraw my finger with a wet 'pop'. Corrine mouths something inarticulate. The noise contains disappointment and a sharp want. Extending two fingers now, I apply another line of lubricant to them. Placing them back at my lusty librarian's asshole I slide inside her again. Elaine's hands roam, stroking, petting. She places kisses on Corrine's shoulders and cheeks, adding extra sensation to that already buffeting our lover's mind. A long moan slides from Corrine, not stopping until my hand presses against her lovely ass. She pants then, lets out a delirious "Fuck!" as I restart my twists and pumps. "So good," she whimpers, "so dirty, so hot. Love it. Please, more." That's my cue. I remove my fingers from her, receiving that groan of want once more. It makes me smile. Taking hold of my iron hard cock I spread a layer of lubrication over it, making sure it's thick and smooth. I want Corrine's loss of her anal virginity to be an event free of pain and discomfort. When finished I draw a tissue from the box on the night stand and clean my hands. Climbing on the bed I take position. It takes a bit of maneuvering but once in place I lean forward, spread Corrine's cheeks and set the tip of my cock at her little pucker. "Are you ready?" I ask her. She shivers from head to toe, gulps. She doesn't reply for several seconds. Corrine's trembling stops and "Go slow" emerges from her. "Of course," I tell her. With that, I push my cock forward. Corrine tenses, and I bend a little at the resistance. "Relax, beautiful," I say to her. "You won't feel any pain." Elaine moves her hands, places them between their bodies where their breasts are. Her head moves and I can hear her give Corrine a wet, sloppy kiss. My librarian's asshole loosens and I slide inside her, just a touch. The hot slickness there drives a spike of pleasure into my groin and my sac tightens. Corrine's head jerks back. "Fuck!" spits from her again. She tightens around me and that blasts a jolt of ecstasy through me. I echo her "Fuck!" I lessen the force I'm using, reducing it to a tiny push. This way I'll be tuned to her resistance, I won't go farther than she'll allow. My palms rove over her back and her flanks, soothing her, teasing her. The blonde helping me adds her hands and lips to our play. Her mouth goes to Corrine's neck to take a tiny nip of her flesh. Her left hand slides in the direction of our playmate's groin. A little squeak from the woman sandwiched between us tells me Elaine is stroking her clit. My librarian's sphincter loosens to just enough to let me in. I take advantage of that, push into her. The feel of her around me causes a bright burst of joy in my body. Clenching hard, I keep my climax at bay. "God!" Corrine gurgles, her voice shaking with blind lust. "So hot, so hot! Love it! More!" Of course, I answer her demand. I push until my hips until I rest against her full ass. Pausing I let the woman I'm in adjust completely to my girth spreading her. Elaine's eyes catch mine. She grins at me, an expression of amazement and happiness spread across her features. Her joy at this utterly erotic scenario is writ large. I smile back, bounce my eyebrows at her. "Isn't she wonderful?" I whisper. That causes a sudden realization in me. Corrine is no longer a project. I had started our interaction because she was a challenge, someone it would be amusing to play with. We've gone beyond that. She's important to me now. I'm always careful with the women I seduce. I make sure they have fun. Now my librarian's pleasure is a priority beyond that. I want her pleased with me, knowing that what she experiences shows how much I feel for her. My eyes go wide at the unexpected place I'm in. That suddenly important person breaks into my thoughts. "Please," she moans, "move in me. I want to feel you move in me. I'm so hot, need to come so bad. Please, make me come." I pull out a little, push in again. Stroke by stroke, I lengthen my pumps, add a little more force. The sensation of moving in her makes my passion flare. Once more I hold my climax back. "Christ!" Corrine spits out. "Christ. Don't, don't believe it! I'm so full, so hot! Going to, to..." Her declaration devolves to a primitive howl. Head snapping back, her arms pulling Elaine tight to her, my gorgeous librarian comes. Her body quakes, jerks as each pulse of joy careens through her. Ecstatic noises spit from her mouth; hisses, moans, gurgles. They all tell the same story, how utterly overcome she is with ecstasy. The feel of her rippling around me pushes an amazing excitement into me. Bright light flares in my brain. Focusing all my will, I withdraw my mind a little, have it look elsewhere than here. My moment of explosion holds the line. I know Corrine. She wants more. With a babbling moan the raven haired woman wilts. Her body loosens, trembles with aftershock. "God!" oozes from her mouth in a throaty tremble. I feel her chest heave with full pants of breath. I stop my hips moving. I'll let her recover a little. My hands wander, fingertips stroking her sides, the flesh of her breasts where it peeks out from between her and Elaine. My professor does the same. At one point our fingers brush and she takes my hand, smiling at me warmly. Her pleasure and happiness shines in her face. Elaine's expression takes a wicked edge, her teeth show in a small grin. I can feel the dildo start to move. Little strokes, in and out, run along the membrane separating myself and Elaine. Buried under the two of us she can't make full motions, but she does what she can to fire up our lover. "Oh," Corrine whines. "Shit! That's so good. Can feel it. More. Both of you, more." I answer her demand. Placing my hands on the mattress I start up a slow rhythm, in counterpoint to Elaine. I slide in as she slides out. All the lust of tonight rises in me and I start down the road to my release. My soul shakes as ecstasy fills me. Our librarian responds with the fervor I love so much. Her body quivers, her voice burbles a passionate sonata. Snapping her head back she pushes it against my chest. Her right hand covers mine, intertwines our fingers. Her left hand grabs Elaine's shoulder and grips tight. I feel her tighten around me. "Jesus," comes from her. "Don't believe... So much... More. More!" My climax comes closer. My sight fades, smothered in this unbelievably erotic moment. I wheeze and groan at the feelings playing over me. The hot pressure of Corrine's ass, the feel of Elaine's strokes in Corrine's pussy, the scratchy sensation of Corrine's long, raven hair against my chest. The marvel of it all overwhelms me. I change my pace to match my partner's. We pump at the same frequency. Our librarian is filled to the brim and emptied completely in rapid, hard strokes. Each ingress finishes with a slap of wet flesh that snaps through the air. Corrine squeaks, whines, lets out moans of glorious passion. Her body quakes with each jolt of pleasure we give her. Without warning, that familiar shriek rips out of her. She comes hard, even by her standards. Her rectum squeezes me tight, her muscles quiver like she's receiving electroshock. Eyes rolled back, face blank, teeth gritted, she falls into the vertiginous abyss of orgasm. Her passion overwhelms me. Groaning, I shoot into her. My perception vanishes. The only thing I'm aware of is my release, the bright hot flashes of my climax. My hips pump blindly, my balls jerk with each spurt. Glory is the entire scope of my awareness. My eyes refocus. I'm draped across Corrine's back heaving deep breaths. Sweat drips from my skin. My now soft cock is still inside her. I can feel little quivers around it as her joy fades. Somehow, I've managed to keep my arms taut enough to avoid crushing the women under me. Lifting my head I look into Elaine's face. She's grinning with joy and a little astonishment shows in her eyes. I smile back at her. I raise my body, pull myself out of my librarian's ass. She lets out a tiny mewl as I do. Stepping off the bed, I turn back to it and lift Corrine's limp form off her new female lover. Elaine rolls away. I place my burden down, turn her on her side and pull the covers over her. Leaning down, I give her cheek a gentle kiss that raises an adorable, tiny smile from her. My professor does the same with a "Sleep, sweetie." "Okay," replies Corrine in a little girl's voice and she fades, complete contentment shaping her features. Elaine and I turn to wrap our arms around each other. Our mouths meet in a passionate kiss. I make sure my member doesn't touch her. Pulling back she remarks, "Damn, Adam! That was something else! What a rush that was. Thank you." She leans back and we resume our kiss. I break us apart. Giving my blonde lover a leer I tell her, "I think it's your turn now." Her face blanks for a moment. A shudder of joy shakes her slim frame. "Oh yes," she hisses. "I'm really horny after that. I need your cock in me now." "Meet me in the bathroom then. Take the harness off." I pause for a moment. "And get your panties back on." Elaine's eyes light up and she grins. Taking her hand I lead her to the hall. When we get there we turn to our respective destinations and separate. Once in the can I sit on the toilet to take a leak. It's wise to 'clean the pipes', so to speak, after the activity I've just engaged in. Just as I finish Elaine enters, her pretty blue panties making a lovely contrast to her tanned skin. I stand and go over to the sink. "I think I'd better clean myself off before we continue, don't you think?" I tell her, placing the plug in the drain. "Allow me," she replies and walks over. Starting the water running she tests it for temperature, lathers her hands and reaches out to wash my cock. I hiss at her touch. The water temperature is just right, warm and comforting. Her touch is perfect, both gentle and firm. I begin to harden as she cleans me. Elaine gives a happy smile at that. She hisses in a tiny breath, shivers again. Her hands work, covering every square millimeter of my prick, washing away the mess that covers it. Soon I'm hard as a rock. I grin at the woman playing me, show how much I love her touch. My hips jerk as a wave of lust washes through me when she strokes my crown. She grabs a hand cloth from the rack next to the sink. Soaking it in the now full sink she wrings it out and uses it to wipe away the lather she's raised. My balls jerk as she does. My head rolls back and my knees weaken for a second. Damn, how this woman affects me. A hint of her arousal drifts into my nose. Elaine grabs a towel and dries me. Her touch is so soft, almost worshipful. "I think you're ready," she says when done. "Not quite," is my riposte. "I think I should be slicked up first." I leer at her, letting her know what I want. Giving a happy groan Elaine goes to her knees. Without hesitation she takes my member, leans forward and sucks me into her mouth. "Christ!" spits from me. "God, woman. That's marvelous." It is. Corrine's a natural at fellatio. She has a inborn skill at it. Elaine has that knack as well, but hers is leavened with many years experience. She draws at me with loving care, her tongue working the while. Her head bobs making sure every inch of me is coated with her saliva. My breath grows to heavy pants and a slick of sweat forms on my skin. Little jerks run through my body at the wonderful feel of my sexy professor. It feels like little globes of lightning are wandering around inside my skin. Elaine reaches down. Tilting my head I see her pet herself, at the wet crotch of her panties. A trill vibrates in her throat, shakes my prick. My balls draw up for a second as my moment approaches once more. I place a hand on her forehead, move her back. I come free of her mouth with a small 'pop'. "Are you ready?" I ask her. In answer, Elaine scrambles to her feet with an avaricious grin on her face. A step to her right and she bends over the counter, her forearms resting on it. Spreading her legs she lowers her hips until they fit against the rounded edge of the furniture. She stays there, her body quivering in anticipation. With a chuckle, I step up behind her. I grab the waist of her panties and rip them off her. "Oh Christ!" she gasps. In the mirror her eyes go out of focus and her grin becomes slack with passion. I don't hesitate. Stepping forward, I place myself at the entrance to her dewy pussy and slide myself home. "God!" Elaine gutters, and pushes herself back. In just a couple of seconds I'm all the way in. I grab her hips, start to lead her in a steady rhythm. My pelvis pumps. This gives me a long, hard motion that I know she'll adore. My blonde lady looks at me in the mirror. Her eyes shine with lust and her face is shaped with happy gratitude. The next moment her face goes blank, a gurgle of pure ecstasy oozes out of her. I smile at her with a sudden discovery, the same one I made with Corrine. Elaine's now important to me, as important as Corrine. I lose my rhythm for a moment at the surprise that hits me. Elaine's face puzzles at me, concern written on her face. My smile returns, a richer smile now, showing new emotions. She returns it, with just the same feelings. I resume my strokes, wanting her joy more than ever. My pelvis slaps against her ass and it jiggles at each impact. That sight is one that always excites me and my climax barrels towards me. Elaine groans with a joyful passion. She pushes back, her want obvious in the strength of her thrusts. She hisses, gasps, gasps again. Her eyes blank and she comes hard. An orgasmic shout spits out of her. Her head rocks, her body tightens and loosens with the bursts of her ecstasy. Her pussy grips me tight, holding on for dear life. That pushes me past the precipice. My hands leave her hips, slap themselves flat on the counter. My sperm shoots from me in short jets. My balls and hips jerk at each release. Helplessly, I groan with the heated bliss of this moment. We wheeze to a stop, panting hard. I wrap my arms around her waist and hug her close. I manage to focus, give Elaine a bleary smile, which she returns. There's an extra warmth in our eyes this time. Standing, I pull myself from her. She follows, turns and embraces me. We kiss softly and deeply. Elaine lets me go. "Thank you," she says. "That was something else." "Any time," I tell her. "Now let's get to bed. I'm bushed and I'm sure you are too." "I'll meet you there. I've got to use the can first." So I go to the bedroom. Corrine's as we left her, asleep with that tiny smile on her face. I move the covers back, scoot her over and lie on my back. Working an arm under my librarian I pull her against me. She lays an arm and leg over me, makes a happy noise as she does. Elaine enters and I lay out my free arm for her. She snuggles against me as I embrace her. Her arm drapes itself over Corrine's and the raven haired woman makes her happy sound again. "Thank you, Adam," my professor whispers in my ear. "I loved tonight." I can tell from the loosening of her body that she's asleep the next instant. I'm close myself, but not quite yet. I lie there, feeling the warmth of both my lovers pressed against me. I could get used to this, is my last thought before I slide into the dark. More Her smile grows wide. "Can I borrow a shirt?" she asks. "Sure, you know where," I tell her. She pulls out that dress shirt she likes while I put on my jeans. We leave the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind us. She heads for the washroom, I go to the kitchen. I start coffee, pull out cookware and ingredients for breakfast, and start cooking. Elaine leaves the bathroom, goes to the front door to get our morning paper. She places it on the dining room table, comes to get a coffee, pouring me one as well. After a quick kiss on my cheek she returns to the table, sits and starts reading. Soon breakfast is ready. I carry our plates to her and we dine. It's a pleasant meal, very domestic. I often look up to smile at her. Frequently, I find her doing the same. We reach out at moments to take the other's hand. When finished she stands and stretches. "I've got to go," she announces. "Tennis and a faculty party." I stand and embrace her, give a loving kiss. "Have a good day." She smiles. "I will. And thanks again for the lovely night." Elaine leans in again for another kiss. Letting go I follow her to the spare room, watch her dress and pack. When she's finished I walk her to the front door. Opening it, I tell her, "You know you're welcome here any time." Elaine's eyes get a little glisten in them. She reaches up to stroke my cheek. "I know. And I'm glad of that." Pulling back she gives a bright smile. "Give Corrine my best when she wakes up." With that, she strides off. Closing the door, I go to the living room and pick up Corrine's garments, folding them up and placing them neatly on the couch. I go to do the dishes. But, I'll admit, the place I've lived comfortably alone for so long seems a little empty now. More About the Mansion Dear Sue, I love the first days after Labor Day. The kids have finally returned to school and I now have time to do my letter writing to my best friend in the world. Sorry, I had to cut that last letter short. What a fiasco that day was. You'd never believe what happened right in front of the poor UPS man. Remember that damn little yippy poodle we have, Fred. He's always running around spastic. He barks at all the damn squirrels driving me crazy some days. When the UPS man rang the doorbell, Fred went into his normal bouncing off the wall routine and I tried to calm him down before I reached the door. I tried to shush him away just as I opened the door and he ran, but I didn't' know he was running with my bathrobe belt clenched in his teeth. There I stood with my bathrobe wide open in the doorway. There, stood the UPS man with his mouth wide open. "I have a package for you, m'am". In my head, I was thinking, I'll bet you do, Mr. UPS Driver. I saw him ogling my breasts. My nipples are always hard and when the cold crisp air hit them that morning, they were just sticking straight out like the knobs on my dresser. I was so glad I had gone to the spa the day before and had that Brazilian done. I would have been totally mortified if my pussy wasn't all neat and tidy. Don't you just love the feel of your skin after it's just been waxed? So smooth! Well, Brownie was getting his eyes filled that morning. I'm sure he can't wait for me to order the rest of Tom's golf clubs. The one he was delivering that day was the putter I had ordered for his birthday. It had been on backorder and I told Tom ahead of time whenever his birthday gift was delivered that we would celebrate his birthday all over again with another birthday blowjob. I'm still so in love with Tom, but deep inside me, I love his cock even more. Oh, Sue, I think that was a play on words. Ha. Ha. You know what I mean! So, the UPS guy shoves the long box over to me and I try to grab that and yank my bathrobe closed at the same time. I never realized that one of my boobs wasn't quite inside the robe. He still needed me to sign that little electronic box they carry around with them. I think he was just waiting for another unveiling to occur. Sue, when I handed him back the box thingy, he had a huge bulge in those cute brown shorts they wear. His wife must be a very lucky lady to own the package that UPS man must deliver every night. When I closed the door finally, there was Fred, sitting up on his hind legs with the belt between his teeth. Some days he reminds me of Tom. Men are all alike! I want to finish telling you about our trip to Rumson in August. I already told you we were staying in Tom's boss's house that's not really just a house, but a mansion. Mary had already told us the two hired-help they have would only be around on the weekends. Come to find out, they are a married couple who are here illegally from Russia. Alex is the gardener most of the time, but if George needs a ride into the city, he'll have Alex get cleaned up with his black suit and cap and drive him in. I think they've even asked him to butler at some of their big fancy Christmas parties they have. His wife is Lydia and she does all the cooking and cleaning and grocery shopping for Mary. Nice, nice couple. I hope they can find a way to make their stay here more permanent. When I have more time to write, I'll fill you in about all the other services they provide for Tom's boss and his wife. Woohoo! When Lydia heard all the commotion going on in the foyer with our suitcases and all, she came running to help us get settled into one of the bedrooms upstairs. She told us we could make ourselves to home and pointed us in the direction of the kitchen. She said there was plenty of food in the fridge and the bar was completely stocked. She told us George had asked her to bring up his best bottle of champagne and put it on ice because he knew we were going to be celebrating Tom's birthday. While Lydia schlepped upstairs with all of our bags, we made our way toward the kitchen. Did I tell you about the black marble floor in the foyer? Absolutely gorgeous! It had little specs of shiny stones in it that sparkled like diamonds. Tom told me it was mica. I just thought it was bits of glass. But, up against that red carpet on the stairway made for a striking contrast and the word gorgeous doesn't do it justice. As we walked out of that area to find the kitchen, I whispered to Tom that I wanted to make love to him right there in the middle of the staircase, on that red carpet that looked like velvet. I was hoping that Lydia didn't overhear what I had said, but I couldn't wait for those two to leave the house for the week. I'm so in love with Tom and I had a goal to fuck him in every room of this mansion, but first we had to pop that cork. Tom finally found his way to the kitchen. There is a long hallway that runs the whole width of the house and all of the rooms are off of that hallway. You would think George would have better taste than to line the hallway with Mary's paintings. Oh, apparently she dabbled in watercolors for awhile, too. Maybe she's good in bed and that's the price he has to pay for it. Who knows? So, I could hear Tom popping the cork on the champagne and I'm still hanging back gawking at all the rooms in this house. OMG, OMG, one room after another, it's just gorgeous. Some even had velvet wallpaper and I was thinking that would feel great on my back while Tom is down on his knees licking my pussy. Oh, I can't believe its three o'clock already. I hear the school bus pulling up in front of the house. I gotta go and get this letter into the mailbox before the mailman comes. I'll put the leash on Fred and take him for a walk at the same time. I still have to tell you the story about getting laid on the kitchen counter. I never knew granite could be so cold and so hot at the same time. I'll write again soon. Send all my best to your Mom. Yours SINSerely,