0 comments/ 38266 views/ 4 favorites Tennis Anyone By: Cabernetforme "I need a partner." Jess had said with a bit of a whine in her voice as she pulled on my hand. Laying prone on the couch, my head on my favorite pillow, a bag of chips beside me and a football game on TV, I was settled in for an afternoon of pure couch potato syndrome. "Have you called Jane?" I asked as I tried to lightly pry my hand from hers. "Yes, I have called her and Diane, Jen, Lisa, and Marie." They are all busy. She said and continued to tug on my hand, which was obviously not going to escape her grip without an all out war. "You can watch football anytime and I really need some practice going into the tournament this weekend." She said and yanked hard this time. "Pleeeease?" Taking a page from the "Poor pitiful me" book of pleading, I tried a new tact. "Jess, you know I am not any real competition for you. I can't imagine that you gain anything by playing me and frankly I'm not sure my fragile male ego is up to the beatings you put on me. It's embarrassing." I protested. "I can understand how you feel about the beatings. If someone regularly beat me like a rented mule, I would not want much more of it either." She said with a wicked smile. "But I will have you know that practicing with you is better than playing against the wall." She chuckled. "Oh, thanks, that really makes me feel better. And besides, this is a good game and the 49'ers are up on top." I said with the look of one who has been ultimately insulted. "I will make it up to you, I promise. Just play me a couple sets and I will be forever I your debt." Jess pleaded. "Or, until we get home, which ever comes first." I said with a tone that clearly said I was not buying, which by her reaction I could tell she was now the insulted party. "What?" Jess's face went blank with feigned horror. "I keep my promises!" "Well, lets face it your promises of undying gratitude are not exactly fulfilled." I continued, never taking my eyes off of the game. "Yes they are! " She said with command in her voice. "No they're not." I returned calmly. "Since when?" she hurled at me like a gauntlet. "Well, since you asked...last week when you wanted me to wash your car, before that it was sending that package to your folks, and before that it was cleaning the house for friends who were coming for dinner. Promises given, goods delivered, payment not made. And that is within the last month. Would you like me to continue? I could..." I asked sweetly. "No...hmmmm, I never realized I was not keeping my promises of payment. I am really sorry. I promise it will never happen again." She said with fluttering eyelashes. "Now that we have fixed that little problem, be a nice husband and come play with me." She said with a schoolgirl look and pouting lips. "I promise this time will be different. I really do." "OK" I said in resignation. "Let me hit the record button on the VCR so I can watch the game when I get home. Let's go hit some balls." I finally caved in. "Yippee! You're the best husband in the world!" She screamed, gave me a big smile and headed for the bedroom to change. "Get dressed and let's get going." She said as I slid off the couch aware that I was about to get slaughtered once again by my wife in tennis. I put on my old gym shorts and a tee shirt while she put on one of her fashion making tennis outfits. I must admit she is rather cute and sexy in them regardless of how expense they are. "Lucky me!" I exclaimed once we got to the tennis courts at the middle school where she liked to practice on the hard courts. The best news about these courts was that after school was out, no one ventured here. It was always a ghost town. At least no one was going to see me get cremated. "Why's that?" Jess retorted as she stretched against the net pole. "There is no one here to witness my manly demise at the hands of such a petite woman." I returned. "I am not petite." Jess gushed and blushed. "OK, by a slender woman." I said with a shrug. "I guess you cannot call someone with tits as big as yours petite, huh?" "JON!" she yelled with an "I can't believe you just said that" look. "I am tall, and I am not frail. That is what I meant. And I guess it is true that my breasts are a bit big for petite." She said with a giggle and a jiggle as she shook her shoulders to ripple her tits. "See, I was right again, that is twice in one day." I said. "Nearly a miracle Jon...nearly a miracle." Jess cooed, rolled her eyes and headed for her side of the court. As expected she pounded me in the first set 6-0. I did get off a few good shots, but she was able to return most of them, which made her smile. She was having a good time and so was I, even though I would never admit it. We both walked over to the bench to get a drink and wipe the sweat off of our faces. "That was a good set, and a wonderful practice. Lets' go another and then we can call it a day." She asked in a statement kind of way. "OK, I did get in a few good shots, huh? Maybe this time I will win a game or two." I said trying not to get overly excited by the prospect. "I'll tell you what, why don't we make a little wager on the first game? If I win, I get whatever I want and if you win you get what you want." She said and winked. "Hmmmm. Let me think about that...OK!" I said and felt a twinge of motion in my crotch as my little head was thinking way faster than my big one. We switched sides and began the first game of the new set in earnest. It was obvious we both wanted to win it. After we had tied at deuce for the third time, Jess got the ad point and smiled. "You're goin' down, bubba." She said with a sly smile. "No, you are...in more ways than one." I shot back with a grin of equal meaning. I won the point and we were back at deuce. "Told ya!" I yelled over to her. And I won the next point also, getting the ad point. I was going to win! "TIME OUT!" Jess yelled. "I really need a drink before we go to deuce several more times." And she headed to the bench where the water was. "OK, I guess." I mumbled to myself, knowing I had the momentum and this was just a ploy on her part to cool it a bit. " I didn't think you could get a drink until the end of a game?" She ignored me and headed for the bench. "Man, am I hot!" Jess said, took a drink and put the bottle down, which was rather odd since it was only 70 degrees out. As I waited impatiently, Jess turned her back to me, reached under her short skirt and slid her tennis panties sexily down her long legs and stepped out of them. Turning and winking at her now dumbfounded husband, she said, "That's a lot better." as she fluffed the front of her skirt giving glimpses of her now exposed pussy and a beautiful one it is too. She has always kept it well trimmed which make her luscious lips very visible. I dropped my one ball and it lazily rolled off the court as I stood there like a man who just realized he was entering the "Twilight Zone". I was sure Rod Sterling was about to enter the grandstand. It was her serve and the other two balls were at the net on her side. Walking up to them, she turned away from me and bent over without bending her knees to get the first ball. Her skirt rode up and I was presented with a perfect view of her ass and the lips of her pussy. "That's not fair! You're trying to distract me and win the game!" I yelled as my cock rose a couple notches. "Oh...would you rather that I put my panties back on?" She said while batting her eyes and bending over to pick up the second ball. This time, Jess spread her legs just a bit to give me an even more pronounced view of her pussy. Slowly she stood back up. "No...no." I stammered. Jess smiled. "OK, then lets play and stop your complaining!" My cock rose even further and was now making a pretty good tent in my shorts. "Ready? " Jess asked. "As ready as I will ever get." I responded wondering how I was going to run with a hard-on. I tried to focus on her serve, but once she reached up with the racquet to smash her toss, her skirt lifted for just a second and I saw a flash of flesh. Needless to say, I lost track of where the ball was and it sailed right past me. "Deuce!" she yelled triumphantly. "You look a bit distracted!" she yelled over the net and let out a hearty laugh. "Are you getting a good look at my pussy?" She cooed and this time she lifted the front of the skirt and began to play with herself very sexily (for my benefit) while I retrieved the ball she had aced me with. I tossed it to her, cleared my head, and shouted. "I am ready now! Give me your best shot!" This time, I concentrated hard and was able to return the serve weakly, causing Jess to run hard to the net. She missed it entirely. "Ad Out!" I yelled back to her with some satisfaction. "My, my...I was not expecting you to be able to return anything seeing that you are sporting such a big woody." She laughed. Turning, she raised the skirt above her ass to give me a view of it as she sauntered back to the service line. I was up and she knew it. I was determined to win this first game. Her serve came in low and hard to my backhand side, which I returned crisply. She was able to get the return over to my side and charged the net as I was caught on the baseline. I hit it back to her and charged to the net where we found ourselves in a flurry of volleys before I finally sailed one past her for the point. "Nice point big boy." Jess said as she approached the net. "What's your pleasure?" I had already thought this one out. "Since you are in the flashing mood, my wish is that you play the next game completely topless. I want to see your beautiful tits move while we play." Jess looked around, and seeing that there was no one within a country mile, she peeled off her top, letting her great tits loose. She looked so incredible it was all I could do to not jump the net and jump her too. Her nipples hardened immediately from the coolness of the air and the excitement of the moment. It was one of those moments when I realized two things, how much I loved my wife, and just how beautiful she is. "Nice game lover boy. Now let's see what you've got when your eyes and mind are on these babies." She said hotly and reached up and pinched her nipples. I was instantly and fully as hard as a tennis racquet handle. It was my turn to serve as Jess prepared to return. I could see her swaying back and forth on the balls of her feet as she always does when getting ready for a serve, only this time her tits were swaying with her and about a second behind the rest of her body. It was amazingly provocative. Even though I saw her topless every day of our life, seeing her like this was as exciting as seeing another woman topless. I double faulted. "Love - 15, I should have unleashed these babes earlier! It actually feels great too!" she yelled to me. I prepared to serve again and instead of getting ready for the return Jess lifted the front of her skirt and ran the handle of her racquet between her legs and cupped her left breast, pinching her nipple. I sent the ball squarely into the net. As, I tried my second serve she moaned like a porn queen. I double faulted again. "OK, enough with the distractions!" I yelled to her and with great concentration delivered a perfect serve. She was ready and hit it back to my forehand side. Although I concentrated on the volley, I also watched her body as she ran and struck the ball. It was one of the most beautiful and sexy things I have ever seen. Her breasts followed her every move with the slightest of delays, she was truly poetry in motion. She won the point going up 45-love. On my next serve, I made sure it was returnable hoping for the same show I had just watched, but she took the easy serve and crushed it to my backhand side, which instantly won her the game. She raced to net waiting for me to get there. "OK, it is your turn. What would you wish for?" I asked. "You are going to find this hard to believe, but it is a fantasy I have had many times. I want you to stick your dick through one of the net holes and I want to suck you." I was speechless. Pulling down my shorts, my cock was standing at full attention. I pushed it to level and stooped to put it through the closest hole. Jess hit the court on her knees and looked up at me. "My, what a big fat cock you have here Mr. Pro. I guess I have been a bad girl hitting all those shots into the net." She said looking up into my eyes with the voice and wide eyes of a ditsy blonde. Without breaking eye contact, she licked the full length of my shaft from the net all the way to the end. I nearly fell over. "I hope this makes up for it." She said as she gripped the base of my cock in one hand. "Do you like the Western or Continental grip?" she asked and slowly began to jerk me. "Oh, baby, I did not know you could taste so good!" she said softly and ran her tongue all over the crown, making me nearly crazy with desire for her. "After your poor tennis performance today my pet student, you sucked, and should continue to do so as your reward." I said in a Russian accent. She smiled, dipped her head and I immediately felt the warmth of her breath as her mouth slowly descended down the length of my cock engulfing me. Using the middle and back of her tongue, Jess massaged the underside of my dick while sucking and rolling the head around in her hot and wet mouth. The felling was unbelievable. Soon she was sucking me deeply in and then pulling me out, it was the most spectacular feeling. I could see her fingers wrapped in the net as she pulled me in and out of the warm center of her mouth. "Oh, awwwwww...babe that feels so great, keep sucking me...." I kept saying until I could feel the boiling deep within. It was just a matter of seconds before I would shoot down her throat... Jess stood up and stood back. "Now that's a hard-on if ever I saw one." She said and looked at my prick poking through the net like a rocket. "Where are you going, I was just about to cum?" I asked incredulously. "It's my fantasy, not yours...win the next game...if you can." She said and walked back to the base line rolling her beautiful hips as she went. Meanwhile I thought for sure my balls were going to swell up and burst. I retreated to the deuce court and prepared myself for her serve. She was still topless and yes, when she moved, I could still catch glimpses of her pussy, which in the state I was in was like being a heart attack victim in a jump scare movie. I was just about ready to jump the net and rape my own wife. As much as I tried to concentrate, she still won the game easily. I did manage a point, but that was it. We met again at the net. "Sorry, but your fantasy will have to wait a bit longer." She said smiling again like a cat in the cream. "What is it this time?" I asked. "I want you to eat me through the net." She said as she lifted the front of her skirt, revealing a pussy that looked visibly wet around the lips. Instead of walking up to the net, she bent over and backed up to it giving me access to her love hole and her ass. I got to my knees and stared at the beauty of what lay in front of me. Her pussy lips were smoothly shaved and her ass was feminine perfection. It as an incredible sight to behold, Grabbing the net, I pulled it and her towards my awaiting tongue. I ran the tip of my tongue down the entire length of her ass crack, and fluidly into the folds of her pussy. There was a bit of a salty taste from her sweat, but also the musty flavor of aroused pussy, what a great combination. My tongue darted easily into her saturated hole. She bent a bit further over and I could reach the end of her slit where the knob of her clit stood like a small butte in the slippery canyon of her womanhood. Jess moaned and screamed like she had never done in the confines of our bedroom. "Lick me baby, lick me...Ahhh yes, from one end to the other. Oh baby." She kept up as I continued to eat her very wet pussy. Soon I was spending most of my time circling her joy knob and her screams were becoming louder and faster, and her hips were gyrating against my tongue and I could feel her starting to arch her back when...I quit, stood up and moved back where I could see her exposed. "Now that is one wet aroused pussy if I ever saw one." I said with a smirk. "YOU BASTARD!" she screamed. "Sorry but your fantasy just ran out." I said. "I believe it is my serve." There was a new level of competition in the game. Although we were both so aroused that it was nearly inconceivable that we could possibly play tennis, we did and did so with a passion. Each of us was determined to win the next game. When we had reached our second deuce, we were both at the net staring each other down. "Nice cock you have there...can I suck it?" she asked. "Nope. You would only torture me some more. Nice pussy you go there, want me to lick it?" I returned the verbal volley. "Not a chance." She hit back. "Lets finish the game so I can get my next fantasy." I said, as I walked up to meet her at the net. While she was staring into my eyes, both of us with game faces on, I planted a finger between the lips of her pussy and she took hold of my cock. Neither of us dared to break the stare-off. I worked the end of my finger into her cunt and she started to jerk me off. Soon we were both getting close to cumming and we both broke the contact to further torture the other. "My serve." I said as we both staggered back to our positions. Although I took the next point, she won the game by taking the next three points straight. As I watched, Jess ran to the net, jumped it, turned her back to me, bent over, grabbed the top of the net, and spread her lush legs. "Fuck me!" she yelled. I was all too eager to oblige. Running up behind her, I gripped her hips and shoved my cock towards the entrance to her pussy. The tip of my cock found her entrance steamy and slick and I pushed deeply inside of her in one thrust. I might as well have been pushing it into warm water. Her pussy was so wet and wide open that I was not sure she could even register that I was in her. Her scream of ecstasy told me that she did notice. "Oh Jon...you are so big and deep, give it to me hard! I want it now!" she said and began moving her hips. I started to pound her hard and fast. Grabbing hold of her tits, I pushed as deeply as I could into her, time and time again. We were both completely lost in the moment, screwing our brains out when I felt the boiling feeling in my balls again. This time I ratcheted up the speed some more and came in her so hard I could feel my whole body convulsing. "Oh baby, that was unbelievable!" I whispered as I lay on her back. "It sure was Jon, but I have one more fantasy before we end this set..." she said. "Anything" was my response. "I want you to fuck me with my racquet handle while I masturbate myself to an orgasm." She said with a bit of embarrassment in her voice. "OK" was all I could think to say, a bit confused. Jess grabbed her racquet and pulled a balloon from her tennis bag. She fitted it over the handle end like a condom. Next she pulled out a small bottle of liquid lubricant, poured a generous amount into her hand and lubricated the now colorful handle. She handed it to me. It looked pretty big. "Looks like someone had a plan before they got here?" I said with a fascinated look on my face. "Are you sure this will fit?" "Don't worry, I am big enough for it." She said recognizing my concern. "And I will tell you when to stop." Bending back over, I pushed the end of the racquet to her pussy. She spread her legs as far as she could and then spread her pussy lips with the end of her fingers. The end of the racquet slowly slipped inside of her. I was amazed and quite turned on by what I was seeing. Jess started to work her clit with one hand and held onto the net with the other. I kept pushing the handle deeper. To my surprise, she had taken a good seven inches of it before she groaned for me to stop. Tennis Anyone Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. * It really was just a chance encounter. I could have done so many other things. Sometimes I just can't explain why I do the things I do. Looking for amusement, I stopped at a local park and was watching a men's softball game, while sitting in my car. This was not a particularly high-class game but it was interesting. At least it was until a family came from the parking lot onto the nearby tennis court. That changed things. I didn't pay much attention to the family at first. I noticed that there was a man and a woman, a girl of about 12 and a boy, maybe 8 or 9. While the softball teams swapped positions between innings, I notice that the family broke out a passel of shuttlecocks and badminton rackets and began to play over the tennis net. That in itself seemed humorous but to watch the uncoordinated way they played just made me shake my head. I turned back to the softball game. A few minutes later, I noticed they had switched to tennis equipment and were chasing a half-dozen tennis balls around the enclosure. The woman caught my eye – as most women do. She was wearing conservatively cutoff jean shorts and a T-shirt top with a couple of buttons in the front. The shirt didn't hide the fact that she had a nice, moderately heavy pair of twins on her chest. She had a nice round bottom although not outstandingly noticeable. When she swung at the ball – whether she made contact or missed – the shirt rode up a bit, revealing just a touch of an extra roll around her middle. That didn't make her beautiful but it didn't disqualify her from consideration by me, either. The guy appeared to me to be older than the woman. She was probably mid-thirties and I figured he was late forties or early fifties. He was going bald and had a very noticeable potbelly. I noticed he played with the woman and kids for a while and then he went outside the enclosure and sat at a picnic table watching the softball game – or the women passing by on the walking track. I split my time watching the game and watching the woman. As time passed, I found it more interesting to watch her than to watch the guys. No, she probably wouldn't win any beauty contests but there was definitely something sensual and sexy about her. I felt a slow growth occur in my groin and began to get a firm feeling that I knew where my evening's main entertainment would come. The softball game was in the last inning when the woman and kids began putting their gear back into a couple of black plastic carrying cases. If I was going to do anything, now was the time. Closing my eyes, I visualized the area of the tennis court and expanded it twenty feet all the way around. My initial command block covered that area, which would then remain with the people who were initially in the area until I dissolved the command block. People within my command block received a series of mental commands that would have them doing whatever I required of them. To the children, I commanded, "You will see nothing unusual. You will obey your father and do everything he says. You will not question whatever your mother does." Then I concentrated on the man. I thought, "You will take your children and treat them to something special to eat. You will take them home and insure that they get to bed at the right time. You will be unconcerned about anything your wife does. You will know that she will be having fun and that will make you elated. When you see her later, she will tell you everything that she did and you will have no problems with her activities. However you will find that her activities will turn you on and you will beg her to allow you to have sex with her. Her answer will be her choice and you will be satisfied with that answer." I turned my attention to the woman and thought, "You will leave your children with your husband and come with me. You will not question any instructions you receive from me but will do exactly as you are told. Other instructions will be provided as needed." The softball game was already decided although three more outs had yet to be recorded. I turned back to the family to see the woman kiss the man and tell the kids goodbye. The man headed to their car with the kids in tow while the woman walked along looking at the vehicles to see which one she was supposed to approach. The recognition was obvious when she saw my car. Her name was Linda and she was definitely puzzled as she settled into the passenger seat of my car. I leaned over and she met me halfway with a long wet kiss. I took time to fondle her breasts and was not disappointed in their size or shape. This lady was going to be fun. During the short drive to my house, I added to her command block "halo" by adding, "You will willingly perform any sexual activity that I request. Every time I say 'Eureka,' you will have an orgasm. Any time I say, 'Eufala,' you will relax your anus and prepare to accept any penetrating object that I use, all without any pain." She looked at me questioningly. I reached over and stuck my hand through the unbuttoned top of her shirt, grazing her luscious breasts. She seemed a little surprised but didn't pull back. Then when I said, "Eureka" the change in her expression was almost comical. Her eyes opened wide and so did her mouth as her whole body shook. I backed out of the parking space and slowly traversed the long parking area. Just as I got to the road, I told her to take off her shirt and bra. Without a word, they came off, although she did slump down in her seat just a smidge. Her breasts were just as big and beautiful as I had imagined. The country road was not highly traveled so I had little competition for my attention. I wrapped my right hand around her left globe, capturing the distended nipple between my thumb and index finger. For a few moments, I rolled the hard little button this way and that before I said, "Eureka!" Again her orgasm caught her by surprise. Although I knew I could delve for the answers without asking, I wanted to hear her comments so I asked, "Does your husband make you cum?" "Of course." "Every time you have sex?" "Most of the time." "Just once?" "Well ... yeah." I shifted my hand to her bare right boob. "Does he ever make you cum by touching your tits?" "Uh ... no." "Eureka." Again she was surprised when she came. I loved feeling the waves of pleasure roll through her body. It was like touching someone sitting on a massage machine. Pulling up before my garage, which was at the back of the house, there wasn't much chance of being seen but there was a little thrill in making Linda walk inside with her tits completely exposed. I led her to my bedroom and laid her back on my bed while I licked and sucked both of her tits, making sure that she climaxed while I worked over each of them. When I removed her shorts and panties, I wasn't surprised to see that she had a heavy thatch of curly brown hair and another idea was born. I took her over to the dressing area and helped her up onto the marble countertop. Pulling up a rolling stool, I sat between her legs, soaked her pubes with a warm wet washcloth, lathered her up with shave cream and very carefully shaved her as clean as a baby's butt. Twice, with my fingers inside her pussy to hold the skin taut, I said the keyword and felt her shudder through another orgasm. She was so weak I had to help her down from the counter and steady her as we walked back to my bed. Once there, I sank down between her legs and began tasting her pussy. Mm, it was tantalizingly good. In fifteen minutes of eating her, she came five times ... three of which I did not have to induce mentally. By then she was barely able to lift a hand. I climbed up to where my knees just touched her buttocks while I held her legs up high. Easing my cock into her sopping wet pussy was no chore at all. In reality I am no better endowed than the average guy ... fortunately no worse either ... but, I made sure that in her mind, I was larger than any man she had fucked before that, so she felt like I was exploring some new territory. Who was I to disabuse her of that notion? Having recovered some of her strength, Linda's pussy began to grasp and release my shaft. I kept it embedded as deeply as possible and flexed it inside her channel. I knelt there for two or three minutes before saying,"Eureka" and watching her delightful expressions as she came. Four more times, she climaxed while I held her legs and watched her face, savoring the feeling of her pussy grasping and releasing my shaft. Finally letting her legs spread to the side, I leaned over her close enough to kiss her sweet lips as I began to fuck her, slowly at first and gradually getting faster until my balls pumped their load into her cunt, all while she came three more times. After we had rested arm-in-arm for several minutes, I sent Linda an instruction to clean my cock and get it hard again. She eagerly scrambled down to my flaccid member and began to lick our combined juices from it, gently massaging my balls in one hand. I found it fascinating to run my hands over her well-rounded ass and slide my fingers into her sloppy wet pussy while she sucked. We were both rewarded each of the three times she orgasmed. She still could not believe that she would cum like that. When I was hard again, I said, "Eufala" and watched a calmness come over her face. I slathered us both with personal lube and turned her on hands and knees, while positioning my cock at her back door. It took just a gentle nudge to slip the head of my cock into her relaxed sphincter, which she quickly began using as a hug-and-release device around my shaft. She was still a snug fit so it felt fabulous for me to just barely move into and out of her bowels. I was prepared to command her to cum but first reached between her legs and touched her clit. It was unbelievably swollen and no sooner had I touched it than she exploded with her greatest orgasm of the night. Every few minutes my fingers would wander back to the same area and she would climax again after just a few seconds of teasing. After the fourth time, I banged her ass hard until my balls again shot my load into her. After she cleaned me up with a warm washcloth, we lay together kissing and talking for a long time. She kept saying that she just didn't understand how she could fuck someone she had just met – she had never done that before ... well, with the exception of that guy from receiving at work ... and the one guy from the bar across the street from the office. But those times had been a long time ago. And heck, she'd only cum three times with the one guy and once with the other – just about like with her husband whenever he fucked her. She had never – NEVER – been with a man who had made her cum 27 times in one night, like she had tonight. She felt like her insides had turned to cum. While we were dressing, I added to her command block halo an instruction that she would be able to relax her anus for her husband as she had for me. She would offer him the use of her ass at least weekly and more often if they both liked it. I embedded my cell phone number and an instruction for her to call me once a month to schedule another night. Since it was just past midnight as we pulled into their driveway, I was sure the kids would be in bed and they were. Hubby was waiting for us in the den, watching TV. Linda's muscles were still working only sporadically so I helped her in and she greeted him with a big kiss and climbed into his lap. He was just as pleased with her as she was to see him. "Honey, you won't believe what happened tonight! I had the greatest time. Would you believe he made me cum 27 times?" "Are you kidding me?" "No! He really did, Honey! Look." To prove it to him, she unzipped her shorts and invited him to finger her pussy to feel how wet she was. "Yeah, I know. Some of that is his cum but most of it is mine. Can you believe how wet I am?" "No, Sugar, I can't. That is great." "And you know what? We're going to do it every month. Is that all right with you?" "Of course it is, Baby. If that's what you want to do and you like it, why not?" "Oh! Oh, Honey! Let me tell you. He fucked my ass ... and, Baby! I loved it! He made me cum four times and they were like no orgasms I'd ever had. It was wonderful, Baby!" "Really?" "Yes! And he taught me how to do it so you can fuck my ass too, if you want to." "Oh, yeah? Honey, you know I've always wanted to fuck your ass." She put her arms around his neck and planted a big wet kiss on his lips. "Well, now you can. Oh, Honey, I'm going to love this arrangement." "Sounds like I will too, Baby." "Would you like to try a piece of my ass tonight?" "Of course, if you're up to it." "I think ... I'd love to!" I turned and let myself out, quite satisfied with another night's activities. Tennis Anyone Lita couldn't help herself, she actually purred as she ran down the steps of her apartment building. Finally she would get the chance to avenge her tennis loss to Andrew last summer. Not only that, she was going to have him all to herself for a few hours. She knew that Andrew was in love with Laura, but she was overseas at the moment and Lita was right here. It didn't matter to Lita that Andrew had told her on numerous occasions he wasn't going to betray Laura, she still loved to be in the handsome young man's presence. Of course, Lita loved to be around any handsome young man. That didn't mean that she was promiscuous of course, she was still a virgin after all. She just loved to be around men, and Andrew was one of her favorite men to be around. Whether it was at the game arcade, Student Union or on the occasional platonic outing, Lita could never bring herself to say no to Andrew when he asked. In fact, Andrew had almost as much trouble saying no to any of Lita's requests for company. And now, after months of practice, Lita was going to try and erase the memory of the day she had finally met her match on the tennis court. At 5'10" Lita was much taller than your average girl, with a voluptuous figure. Her auburn hair was pulled back into its usual ponytail and held in place by purple hair balls. She was wearing a white tennis outfit, accented by thin green stripes at the sleeves, and a wider one around the rim of its pleated skirt. Even with a sport bra on her large breasts stood out and pulled the material of the blouse tight. On most women this would have seemed to be a deliberate attempt to draw attention to their chest, but Lita moved with the natural grace of an athlete, which somehow lessened that impression. In fact, this outfit had been bought specifically because of the freedom of movement it gave her on the court. The silky looking material actually had plenty of give in it and was far from overstressed. Of course, that didn't mean Lita was unaware of its possible effect on her opponents, especially the male ones. She and Mena had spent four and a half hours carefully picking it out only 2 days earlier. Even the frilly lace on her panties had been argued over before being bought. After all, Tennis was one of the few sports where showing your panties was acceptable. As she walked towards the game room, she wondered where they were going to play. All Andrew had told her was that he had found a new public court. One that almost nobody seemed to know about or use, and after her rather public and humiliating defeat last year, he was quite certain she would appreciate the privacy. The way he had said this had almost made her yell at him to book a court at the main city tennis complex. Only the obviously genuine concern on his face had stopped her from starting a scene in the middle of the arcade. Now as she saw him waiting for her outside of the arcade, she forgot about the implied insult. "Hi, Lita." "Hi, Andrew. Are you ready to go?" "Sure thing, come on, I had to park my car around the corner." As he led the way around the corner, Lita stopped dead in her tracks. The only car on this street was a bright cherry red Corvette convertible! "That can't be your car!" she cried. "You can't get Corvettes here." "Yes you can, you just have to be very patient, and make a few changes to the engines. It cuts down on the horsepower a bit, but it can still move when I want to. "How did you afford it?" she asked, as he held open the passenger door for her. "Oh, I didn't but it new," he said. "One of my dad's coworkers lived in Los Angeles for a while. After he came back, he realized that it would be politic to get rid of it. I mean, customs held it on the dock for inspection for so long he had almost given up hope. Since I'm young and still in University, I can still get away with having it." He stopped talking for a moment as he started the engine, and pulled into traffic. "I'll have to get rid of it before I graduate, or might have a hard time getting the kind of position I want." "What do you mean?" "Oh, you know how it is. If you want to get a position with any of the major corporations, you have to live the right kind of lifestyle, not just have the best grades. Lita would be testing for University later this year and hadn't yet realized just how important appearances might be once she graduated. "I thought all of that kind of stuff was in the past," she said. "Oh, officially they are. But unofficially, it's best to pay attention to the old rules. Why do you think it's so hard to import American cars? We may have a quote "Open" trade relationship with the, but everyone knows the government makes it as hard as possible for anyone to actually buy one. Unless of course, you are chosen to be one of the token owners." Lita sat there and thought about this. Then shaking her head she asked, "So, where is this new tennis court you found?" "You know the park land around the shrine Rane lives at? Back on the south side is a dirt road that leads into the woods. You go back almost a kilometer and a half, and there it is. "Huh! I've been throughout those woods with Rane, and I don't remember any tennis courts." "I don't think it's on Temple land, Lita. In fact I think it might be on some land left over from some other temple. I do know that it's not marked as private, and it's in great shape." Curious, Lita began watching the road ahead. Sure enough, right where he said it would be, a dirt road appeared leading back into the woods. Andrew slowed and turned onto the path. Almost immediately, the world seemed cut off as they passed under the first trees, and by the time the court came into view, Lita felt like she had entered another world. "You are right, this does't feel like the land around Rane's temple. Still it does have a special quality to it." "I know. When I first found it I knew I had to bring you here for our next match." "When was that?" "Last Tuesday." Straightening from pulling her racket out of the back, Lita turned and took her first good look at the court. "Oh my! That's a lawn tennis court, like at Wimbledon." "Yes, and it's perfectly manicured too. I'm not sure if anyone has even played on it yet." "Do we really dare? I mean this has to be someone's private court." "I could not find any "NO TRESSPASSING" signs, and this is listed as public land. I checked." "Okay, if you checked, I guess it is a public court." As she said this Lita was taking in the almost pristine appearance of the woods and the scent of Cherry and Rose blossoms in the air. Whoever had built this court had chosen well. This had to be the most relaxing and private spot ever to have a public tennis court built on it. And what a court, the grass appeared to have been cut just that morning, and was as green as the best kept lawns at the Royal Gardens. The net was already strung and when she checked it, felt like it had the perfect tension on it. The chalk lines were straight, and the bench beside the court had a spotless coat of green paint on its smooth wooden slats. Although she knew she would never actually be good enough to play professional tennis, Lita had always dreamed of someday playing at Wimbledon for the Lady's cup. In her dreams, the court had looked almost exactly like this. Except for the cheering crowd as she smashed match point past Maria Sharapova to become champion of a Grand Slam event. She could almost hear the cheers even now. Shaking herself, she giggled and said to Andrew, "This is going to be fun." The surface of the court was perfect, offering no bad bounces. Although neither of them had ever played on a grass court before, Lita seemed to have a slight advantage on this surface. Still, the first set was played on serve, until Andrew finally broke her serve in the tenth game to take it 6/4. "Gods, you have gotten better," breathed Andrew as they stood at the bench between sets. "I'm not really any better," she teased, "you are just slowing down old man." "Oh yeah! Just watch me this next set, Brat!" They both had a good laugh at the exchange and after drinking some water went back out on the court. This time Lita got a lucky break in the third game and broke Andrew's serve for the first time in either set. Fighting off a furious attack on her next for service games, she held on to win the set. The most amazing thing was that at the end of this set neither one of them was feeling very tired. They had been playing as hard as they could, on a surface neither was familiar with, and instead of dreading the last set they each had an almost giddy feeling of excitement. Suddenly, Andrew had a strange idea. "How about a slight change of the rules?" he asked. "What do you mean," Lita laughed, "need to gain back your advantage?" "Maybe," Andrew said, and before he could stop himself, "Since this is such a private place, how about we make this next set, Strip Tennis?" Surprisingly, Lita didn't deck him on the spot. "What do you mean" she asked with a giggle, while in the back of her mind a small voice asked what the hell she thought she was doing. "Well," he hesitated. "You have got your blouse, skirt, bra, panties, head, and wrist bands. And I've got my shorts, shirt, underwear, my two wrist bands and a head band. How about we say that with each game we lose, you have to take off a piece of clothing." Andrew still couldn't believe he was even suggesting this idea. Why couldn't he stop himself?" Lita's expression told him he had gone too far, this was going to be the end of a wonderful friendship. What had overcome him? "Okay," Lita heard herself say. 'I do not believe I just said that,' she thought. It took Andrew a moment while he just stared. "You mean it?" "Sure, I said Okay, so that means Okay! After all, you are going to be the one with his pants off!" she said defiantly. As suddenly as it had come the tension broke and the both started to giggle like small children. "Your serve," Lita tried to suppress another giggle. Flushed with the excitement of what Lita had just agreed to, Andrew walked back to the serving line and immediately double faulted. Gathering himself, he rallied to hold serve and walked over toward the bench for the change of ends. "Well, there goes the head band," he thought to himself. But, as he stood there taking a drink of water, he looked over and saw that instead of her head band, Lita was unbuttoning her blouse. He almost choked on his water, spraying it everywhere. "What's the matter? Did you really think I'd let my hair fly around with this kind of bet on the table?" Lita laughed as she finished taking off her shirt. "I still have my Bra on." That might have been true, but Lita';s bra was now soaked with sweat, causing the material to cling to the round globes of her breast, while her nipples, perfectly outlined, were pointing straight out at him. For the first time the real possibilities of what he had started began to dawn on Andrew, and he felt some sudden tension in his shorts. For her part, Lita was actually glad that Andrew had won the first game. She might still be a virgin, but she had long been aware of the effect her figure could have on men. She had accepted the bet with the idea that Andrew would become too flustered to play well. Plus, the blouse had begun to bind up during that last game anyway. Still, as she moved to the service line, she was aware of s strange feeling in her own panties. Excited warmth seemed to be centered there. That excitement seemed to carry over into her game. Her first two serves were aces and she won the game easily. Waiting for her to throw the balls over the net for his serve, Andrew reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. Even at this distance, the sight of his well muscled torso hit Lita like a physical blow. Lita had always believed that Andrew had a good looking body, but she had never imagined this. Andrew's chest was almost as heavily muscled as any body builder she'd ever seen. Still it had a much more natural appearance than a body builder, and his flat stomach and 30" waist were perfect. To top that off, Andrew apparently wasn't aware of his own physique. "You ready?" he called. "When you are." She wasn't ready at all and a few minutes later she was over at the bench trying to decide what to take off next. If she took off her head band, sweat could start dripping into her eyes and that would make it harder to see the ball. The wrist band was soaked and she could already begin to feel her grip on the racket slipping. The bra was out of the question, and the skirt would leave her awfully exposed. Still she wanted to win this set badly. Not for her own modesty, but because she really wanted to see what Andrew had inside those shorts of his, the bulge there hinted at something prodigious. For his part, Andrew was just as nervous about what she would decide. Andrew was deeply in love with Laura and missed her constantly, but that didn't mean he was completely immune to the effects of this vision before him. When she finally reached over and began undoing the buttons on the side of her skirt, his knees almost buckled right there, "Oh god!" he thought, "She is not going to do that already. Is she?" As Lita bent over and stepped out of her skirt, Andrew couldn't turn away. When she straightened up he realized that these were not your typical tennis panties. Yes, they had the usual lace frills on the rear of them, but they were cut lower. More like the kind of panties Laura used to wear under one of her dressed, the one with the slit up the side. The front was actually a fine lace mesh that let him see the flesh underneath, except for directly over the vaginal area. Now in the third set of a tough tennis match, this had formed itself so tightly to the shape of Lita's pussy; she might as well have been naked right then. He wasn't completely sure, but it looked like she might be clean shaven too. Catching the direction of his gaze, Lita abruptly turned and ran for the court. "Damn it, I didn't think I would feel quite so naked like this." She stopped and had to spend a minute gathering her courage, before she turned around and faced him across the net. Immediately the bulge in Andrew's pants caught her eye. Blushing at the thought of what lay under those shorts; she looked down and bounced the ball in preparation so serve the ball. Then, almost without thinking about it, she served a perfect strike into the corner of the service square. Andrew jumped quickly to try and return the shot, but something seemed to be inhibiting his movements. It wasn't a clean Ace, but his situation brought a sly smile to Lita's face. She won that game easily. Now Andrew had a decision to make. His arm and head bands were absolutely necessary to his two handed backhand style of play, but he was quite sure that if he took off his shorts now, his boxer shorts would not be able to contain his engorged phallus. With a sigh he reached down and took off the wrist band on his left hand. On the other side of the net, Lita smiled as she recognized her real victory. Although most people would have called foul, she knew how important a good grip was in a tight match. Plus she had seen how much his current condition was restricting his movement. That actually made for two things she could try to exploit in the next game. Unfortunately for Lita, Andrew also recognized that he could not afford to get into a game of long rallies and he put everything he had into his serves, 40 - love. Lita walked slowly back to the bench. She was very aware of how Andrew was looking at her nearly nude body, and how her sweat soaked bra and panties were clinging to it. T make matters worse, she had to decide whether to sacrifice one of her sweatbands, or swallow her pride and what modesty she had left. In the end, modesty won out and she left her headband behind. At first this didn't seem to be much of a problem, but Andrew seemed to be adjusting to the realities of his condition. Lita won the game, but it went to deuce three times. This time Andrew didn't even hesitate, he reached up immediately and tossed his own head band over to the side of the court. For the first time Lita gave some real thought to what it might be like to lose this set. What would she do if she had to walk over there and remove her panties? The thought sent chills down her spine and a thrill into her abdomen. The next game was a total disaster. Despite getting to all of Andrew's serves, Lita was unable to do anything with them and only managed to score one point in the game. As she walked over to the bench she didn't even hesitate. Reaching behind her she found the hooks that pulled her sports bra tight and unfastened them. With a defiant look at Andrew, she quickly lifted it over her head and stood there letting him get an eyeful. And an eyeful was just what Andrew got; Lita's breasts were almost perfect. Large, round, with almost no sign of sagging, unlike Laura's smaller tits which already did sag slightly. And as he stared dumbfounded, Andrew realized one other thing, he had always admired the way Lita's skin took on a deep bronze tone in the summer, seeming to turn almost golden instead of brown like most women, now as he stared at her; he realized that she had no tan lines on her chest. Looking down he realized that he could not make out any lines around her panties either. That meant that Lita probably sunbathed in the nude, or at the very least topless. The idea of Lita lying there on the top of her apartment building naked was almost as exciting as his current view. Lita was no where near as composed as she appeared to be. In fact she was suddenly very aware of the fact that despite its apparent solitude, this was in fact a public tennis court. Absolutely anyone could be hiding in the woods. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to get this set over with. If that meant throwing her next service game, so be it. Grabbing her racket, she tried to cover her chest with it. Blushing from head to toe, she walked to the service line. Even though she knew they were alone out here, it felt as if hundreds of eyes were watching her from the trees. Shivering, she stood there and tried to conceal herself from those eyes and from Andrew. The problem was that she had to finish this match, he own sense of pride and fair-play would not let her even think of reneging on the bet, but that didn't mean she couldn't throw the game and end it here and now. As she bent over to bounce the ball in her pre-serve ritual, Lita imagined she could hear an announcer in the background. "Lita Mano now serving 3-4 in this the deciding set of this rematch." Joined by a more feminine voice, "I wonder if she realizes just how close she is to actually winning this time." This imaginary commentary had an electric effect on Lita as she tossed the ball and followed thru on her serve. Suddenly, she had no thought of throwing this game, or the match. It wasn't easy, but she managed to hold her serve. Lita stood there nervously waiting for Andrew to take off his other wrist band. This brought home to her just how unfair this type of bet was to a woman. Despite being tied, she was standing there almost completely naked, and he still had his shorts and underwear on! It was maddening and as she stood there waiting for him to serve, she resolved to win this game, no matter what. Andrew on the other hand was completely unnerved by the sight of her lithe, almost totally nude body. He could not stop himself from glancing at her as he tossed his serve. The result was six straight faults as his serve deserted him. Now he stood there realizing what another double fault would mean. So far the only thing that had saved him was the fact that he still had his pants on, it he had to take them off and play in his boxers, he knew that his swollen cock would come sticking out at full attention. Right now the last thing he wanted Lita to know was jut how aroused he really was. Taking as much as her dared off of his serve, Andrew tried to sneak his serve into the fat corner of the service court. Tennis Anyone Lita was ready for almost anything, seeming to know before he hit the ball where it was going. With an almost feral growl she pounced on the soft serve and sent her return rocketing back into the opposite corner. "Point and game," said the voice in her head. "Lita will now be serving 5-4 for the match." Andrew seemed almost stunned as he walked back to the bench; he tried to think of some way to prevent what was coming next. The problem he faced was that he could no more think of reneging on this bet than Lita could. He walked slowly over to the bench for the change of ends and began to undue his shorts. Facing away from Lita he stepped out of his shorts and tried to adjust his boxers to cover his throbbing erection. Lita stood there watching as he seemed to be taking an inordinately long time to adjust something. Having never seen a man in boxers before, let alone one with a raging hard on, she couldn't understand what was taking so long. Finally Andrew seemed ready and quickly walked to the other end of the court, keeping his back to her. "What is that all about," she thought. "Does he really think I didn't know he had an erection before this?" Andrew stood there waiting for Lita's serve, praying that he had succeeded in arranging things so he wouldn't come out. Lita tossed the ball and here it came. Andrew took two steps and swung his racket back to return ball. That's when it happened. Boxers had never been intended to contain a man's erection. In fact, they had actually been designed for ease of access in the event the man wearing them of a woman wanted to reach for what was inside. As he moved, that large convenient opening pulled apart and his fully erect cock gave Lita the salute she so richly deserved. Even as his racket made contact with the ball, Andrew knew what had happened. What he wasn't ready for was Lita's reaction. Lita had always thought she knew what a man's cock would look like. After all, she had seen drawings of them on the internet and in her sex education books at school. But those pictures had always been of soft flaccid things seemingly too small to do the job they were intended for. Oh sure, she had heard stories about men with huge twelve inch penis', but those were just stories. Right? Obviously not! For now she watched in amazement as Andrew tried to return her serve. Despite his best efforts, Andrew's second step was all it took for the tented material of his boxers to part around his member and fall back exposing almost his entire magnificent organ. Lita didn't even move as the soft return fell gently beside her. Her entire world had compressed to that long shaft sticking so beautifully out from Andrew's groin. She didn't even realize it as she dropped her racket and slowly started walking towards him. There was no other thought in her mind, but the need to actually examine this new wonder. At first Andrew didn't even notice what Lita was doing. His first thought had been to stop and try to stuff his cock back inside his shorts. Unfortunately for him, now that it was out, his cock had absolutely no intention of going back into hiding. After a moment or two's struggle with his recalcitrant member, he became aware of Lita's presence in front of him. She was kneeling in front of him, legs spread apart one hand pulling softly at her own lip. The other hand was on the ground behind her, keeping her balanced as she stared at his erection. "I never imagined it would be so big," she whispered, and reached out with her right to grasp this wonder. "How can it possibly fit?" "It does," was all Andrew could manage to say. The touch of her hand on his cock had stopped all thought of escape. It had been almost three months since Laura had been back from her dig to visit, and the sensation of a woman's hand on his cock was too intense for him to deny. Lita began gently moving her hand up and down his shaft, trying to confirm by touch what her eyes had already shown her. "The skin in so smooth," she breathed, "and yet it's so firm underneath. Are there really no bones in this thing" "No, no bones," he tried to answer. Somehow, the events of the day, combined with the natural aura of these woods had completely erased any of the inhibitions Lita would normally have felt in this situation. Instead her curiosity and desire were being given full play, and Andrew wasn't far behind. "May I lick it? I want to know what it tastes like." and before Andrew could even respond, Lita moved forward and ran her tongue up the underside of his cock. "Mmmmm. That tastes good. What's this?" Just before she had reached the tip of his cock, Lita had noticed a small creamy bead of something ooze out of the top of Andrew's penis. "Is that cum?" and she darted her tongue forward to sample this new taste. "Oh, that's salty." and she tried to get another taste, but there wasn't any more there. Lita wanted to get another sample; the first one had not been enough to decide if she liked the taste. "Maybe if I suck on the tip of this," she thought, "I can pull some more out." Matching thought to action she placed her lips around the tip of Andrew's cock and began to suck on the end. Andrew could not believe what was happening to him. All thought of Laura had flown and he was caught up in the pleasures of the moment. Here was an absolutely gorgeous girl giving him head for her first time, and it felt wonderful. Placing his hands on the back of Lita's head he gently urged her to take more of him into her mouth. Lita did not need much encouragement. She had come to the conclusion that she definitely wanted another taste of his cum. If Andrew wanted her to swallow more of his cock for the pleasure, she was more than willing to oblige. Somehow, without either of them quite knowing how, Andrew managed to sit down on the grass surface of the court without making Lita relinquish the rod in her mouth. Immediately Lita realized that if she shifted around a little, she would be able to take more of his cock into her mouth. The idea of swallowing as much as possible of that magnificent sword was very appetizing. Andrew wasn't about to complain and now he could reach out and fondle Lita's chest as she sucked on him. Andrew had learned long ago that anything he did to return the pleasure he received would be given back to him three fold. By the sudden reaction he got, Lita definitely liked having her chest played with. In fact the sudden wave of tension she felt as Andrew first touched her breasts was almost too much for Lita. She had been so focused on his cock and the idea of getting more of it into her mouth and down her throat. Only by an incredible stroke of luck was she able to stop herself from biting clear through his member. She had been to intent on her goal, she had forgotten that other than her socks and shoes, when only had panties and one wristband on. The effect of his hands on her breasts and then her nipples was electric. Suddenly she was as aware of her own body, as she was of the cock in her mouth. One of Andrew's hands began moving down towards her panties. As his hand began to stroke the inside of her leg and play with the material of her panties, she managed to finally suppress her gag reflex, allowing her to get almost all of his cock in her mouth at once. Andrew froze as he responded to the sensation of this newest accomplishment. Laura had never been able get more than about half of his shaft down her throat, and that was something of an achievement in its own right given his length. Now her reached up and began to pull Lita's soaking wet panties down her legs. It took some coaxing, but he finally managed to get them over her tennis shoes. In the process he managed to get Lita to move again, so that now they were on either side of his head giving him a glorious view of her dripping pussy. Even as Lita began to increase the pace of her mouth up and down his shaft, he reached out with his own tongue to taste her sweet flesh. Lita wasn't at all ready for the effect the soft touch of his tongue had on her body. The touch of a man's warm moist tongue was completely different from the feel of rubbing herself through her own panties, and she had only started doing that in the last three months or so. Lita had to stop for a moment to let the shudders of pleasure run throughout her body as Andrew's tongue and fingers began to explore her nether regions. A moment later she was attacking that monster cock again and quickly realized that Andrew was fast approaching his climax. His cock had gotten even harder and she could feel its base quivering as he tried to hold his orgasm back. This only made her more determined to swallow his entire shaft and taste that delicious cum again. As she shoved his cock farther and farther down her own throat, Andrew had to stop his own ministrations to her sopping cunt. The feelings in his groin had become so intense, nothing else seemed to exist. Thanks to her own naiveté about how hard it really was, Lita had now managed to deep throat his entire cock. Now she pulled back, letting all but just the tip of his shaft out. This she flicked with the end of her tongue, before once again sliding the entire thing back down her throat. It was too much for Andrew and just as she reached the three quarter point on his shaft he lost control. With a sudden upward thrust of his hips, he shot his wad straight down Lita's throat and into her stomach. Instinctively, Lita began to gag and retch, but then regained control and continued to swallow his shaft until she had it all again. Using her teeth to enhance the sensation, she slowly began pulling the pulsing shaft back out. The effect was incredible and Andrew continued to pump more cum into her throat and mouth than he thought was possible. As she reached the tip of his cock, she kept her lips clamped tightly around it until he finally stopped throbbing and spurting in her mouth. Releasing his cock from her oral embrace, she started licking all up and down the length of his shaft, making sure that no drop of that delicious tasting fluid would escape her hunger. As he lay there, recovering from this magnificent experience, Andrew began to play with Lita's pussy again. At first using just his hands on her clit and the outer lips of her cunt, He watched as a slight shudder of delight ran through her body. Now that she was free to concentrate on her own pleasure, Lita began to let her body fully respond to what Andrew was doing, and respond it did! Within moments of her cleansing his shaft, Andrew caused Lita's whole body to collapse just by sucking on her clit and sticking one of his fingers into her pussy. Of just one finger could do that she thought, what would happen with that magnificent cock of his plunging into her body? But at the moment, that seemingly iron hard shaft had gone soft and seemed to be shrinking to barely half of its previous magnitude. Lifting herself away from Andrew's probing tongue, Lita turned around so that she was lying on top of him and with giving him a chance to protest leaned down and kissed him. Softly at first, then with more pressure and finally pushing her tongue between his lips, she took control of the moment. Lita may have been a virgin and a complete novice at sex, but she had often noticed the effect this type of behavior had on young men, even when she was fully clothed. Now with nothing between his skin and hers, she was guessing that the effect would be even more intense. And she was absolutely right in this. It took a moment, and then Andrew began to return her kisses with a force equal to her own. Flicking his tongue into her mouth, he tasted the remnants of his own semen. His arms came up and wrapped tightly around Lita's waist pulling her as close as he could. Reveling in the feel of her soft, smooth body melting against his, His hands began to play up and down the rille of her spine, sending tingles of pleasure outward to every inch of her body. He then reached under Lita with one hand and gently grabbed her right breast. Finding her taut nipple, he began to roll it between his thumb and forefinger. With his other hand he reached down and played with the indentation just where the crack of her ass melded into her back. Taking back the initiative, Andrew rolled to his left. Moments later he was the one looking down at Lita's flushed expression. At this point Andrew wanted to slide his manhood into the luscious fold of Lita's pussy every bit as much as she wanted him to. But he understood that it would take a few minutes for his cock to recover from the masterful blow job he had just received. He also knew that just because he had to wait for one kind of pleasure, that didn't mean that another kind had to wait. Kneeling down between Lita's thighs, he reached down and took both of her tits in his hands. Gently kneading and rolling the nipples, he watched as Lita gasped and closed her eyes. Licking his lips he bent down and gently touched the tip of his tongue to one of them. He then began to lick and suck on that dark, dollar sized point. Even as he began to feel his own shaft regain its vigor, he moved to the other one. With ever increasing fervor, he began to try to take as much of those firm globes into his mouth as possible. Within moment of his starting that oh so pleasurable activity, his cock had once again grown to its full length. As it had grown, the position he had taken caused it to come into contact with the tip of Lita's wet and engorged clit. This combined with the attention be given to her very sensitive chest and nipples, brought a gasp from the enthralled woman's throat as her body clenched with desire. Instinctively, her hands reached down and once again she grabbed organ. Knowing exactly what she wanted, and needing it just as much as she did, Andrew stopped playing with her chest. Placing his hands to either side of Lita, he allowed her to gently guide his cock to the very brink of her virginity. Pushing his cock into the folds of Lita's pussy, he stopped just as he began to split her lips apart. Bracing himself on one arm, he reached down and grabbed the shaft of his cock, and then he began to rub the tip of his cock up and down the outer surface of her entrance. From bottom to top and down each side he teased her with the feel of his cock, and then he took his cock and began to massage Lita's clit with it. "Please," she whispered, "please stop teasing me. (Gasp!) I have to know what that feels like inside of me. (Ooooh) Please, I want it in me now!" Unable to deny her impassioned plea, Andrew thrust the first couple of inches of his shaft into her moist cavity. To Lita's virgin cleft, this felt like and incredible length of cock. How was she ever going to take that entire huge monster into her small hole? Andrew was trying to be careful with her. He knew she was a virgin and did not want to hurt her, at least no more than necessary. Carefully he pulled back and then plunged even farther into that perfectly fitting glove. Again and again he pushed at Lita, breaking her hymen on his third thrust. By now he had half of his shaft embedded in her pulsing incredibly tight twat. With each stroke he began to pick up speed and it seemed to Lita she could feel every square inch of his cock's surface. Lita began t thrust he hips back at Andrew, eagerly trying to take more and more of him into her vessel. It felt like he was going to tear her insides apart, but the pain only seemed to intensify the incandescent joy she felt with each new plunge of his cock. Being a fighter, Lita was only too aware that life was to be enjoyed to the fullest, and nothing she had ever done was a thrilling as the feel of that tool driving into her belly. As she began to match his rhythm, she realized why the gods had made mankind in two sexes. Her whole body seemed to be on fire, every nerve ending was sending massive amounts of information to her over stimulated brain. Later she would swear that if she had wanted to, she could have counted every blade of grass under her back. Finally Andrew managed to push his full length into her, and the nerves of her vaginal walls tried to tell her just where every ripple and blood vessel of its length was. The touch of his pubic hairs against her shaved pussy and jewel brought Lita to climax with a convulsive blast. With so much of Andrew's cock inside of her, the juices had nowhere to go but spray out onto the grass between her legs Andrew was surprised at the force of her orgasm; he was only beginning to feel the tingle at the tip of his cock that told him his own climax was imminent. Now the extra lubrication of Lita's honey only served to intensify the sensation from her muscles clamping down on his member. In fact her athletes' muscles grabbed hold so tightly, that for a minute or so all he could do was brace himself and wait for her orgasm to pass. As Lita's breathing finally began to return to normal and the death grip on his cock eased, Andrew slowly started to ease his staff out of her. He pulled out knowing that he wasn't done, and the slight pop as his cock came free was the saddest sound he could ever remember hearing. But if he stayed inside her, he might be overstaying his welcome, and Lita was still one of his best friends. Since this was so obviously her first time, he did not want to do anything to hurt her. Lita could feel Andrew pulling away and tried to stop him, but her body refused to move at first. It seemed as if every muscle in her had suddenly become weighted down with iron. Her athletes' reserves came to her rescue and she reached out grabbing the first thing she touched, the very end of Andrew's cock. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked. "Unless I'm very mistaken, you're not done yet." With that she pushed herself up with her other hand. "I don't know about you, but I'll be ready again in just a moment," and Lita knew she wasn't lying. Somehow she managed to get to her knees without letting go of Andrews's engorged shaft. "I'll let go only if you promise to put that back inside of me." Andrew could only nod his head in agreement. "Good." Lita turned around and leaned forward. On her hands and knees she spread her legs apart and looked back over her shoulder. "Well what are you waiting for?" Andrew found himself looking at what had to be one of the most perfectly formed asses in the world. Lita's position left her completely exposed to his view and he had his choice of openings to enter. Despite the temptation to enter Lita anally, he knew she wasn't ready or expecting that just yet. Grabbing her curvaceous hips he took aim and plunged his pole deep into her. Unlike the first time, he forced all of massive cock inside on the first thrust, and was rewarded by the sound of Lita's cry of both pain and pleasure. With deliberate measure, he pulled all but the every tip of his shaft back out and rammed himself back in. On the third thrust Lita pushed back to meet him, getting even more of his cock into her straining chasm. With an almost animal lust, they began to move in concert, forward and back. With each slamming thrust, Lita began to feel her body build back forwards climax. Her breaths were coming in perfect synchronization to his thrusts. She could already feel her honey beginning to flow, and although she would always prefer to face her partner during sex, for her second time this was an absolutely incredible experience. Soon Lita could feel Andrew's cock starting to swell inside of her. Andrew was quickly building to his own climax and did not know how long he could hold it back. Somehow this position seemed to be generating even more friction between his cock and the pulsing walls of Lita's pussy. Not realizing just how close Lita was to her own climax, he lost control and rammed himself as far into her as he could possibly go and began to spray his cum into the far corners of Lita's chasm. Tennis Anyone With the first spurt of Andrew's climax, Lita crashed into her own towering release. As his cock continued to jump and squirt inside her, she gave in to her own roaring orgasm. Full of Andrew's cock, his cum, and now her own fluids, Lita felt the mixture gushing out of her slit and down her legs to the ground. Warm and sticky, it felt wonderful on her taut muscles. With a final gasp, she lost control of her arms and legs, falling forward on to the grass. Unable to maintain his own balance, Andrew fell with her and somehow his cock remained buried inside of her warm moist chamber. Recovering first from their swoon, Lita realized that Andrew's shaft was still pulsing gently inside her flower. For a moment she did not know what to do, but quickly decided that this was almost as pleasurable as the sex had been. The feeling was completely different, but a sly self-satisfied grin stole over her face as she felt him begin to shrink to his normal size. Lying there in complete contentment, she waited until only the tip of his now flaccid cock remained in her gently throbbing cunt. Lita still did not want to disturb the man spooned so comfortably behind her, but the sun was starting to drop below the tops of the surrounding trees. With a twinge of regret she began to wriggle out from underneath his arm. "Laura, you are one lucky girl," she thought. "I hope you wont mind what just happened, but I know he really loves you. Gods, even though I want to, this can never happen again." Dressing quickly she finally had to walk over and shake Andrew awake. "Hey bud, you gonna sleep all day?" Starting awake, Andrew looked around in confusion. Then as memory came back he turned to Lita and blushed from head to foot. Seeing that she was already dressed, he jumped up and rushed to get dressed without saying a word. Minutes later they were sitting in the Corvette and heading back to the real world. "Andrew...., you are one of my closest friends," she began, "and I don't want that to change. This was the most incredible day of my life. I never imagined it would be so wonderful. I don't know why that happened, but Thank you. (Pause) I know you are still in love with Laura, and I promise she will never hear of this from me. Okay?" It took a moment, but finally he managed to say, "Thanks." And then he added, "I won't tell anyone about this either, promise." As they drove through the deepening twilight, Lita smiled to herself. "That's not exactly what I said," she thought. "Rane is going to love hearing about this!" FINIS Tennis Anyone? I hung up the phone and headed out the door. Lisa had just called and asked if I wanted to play tennis. Lisa was my best friend's sister and she was a babe. 5 foot 2 120 pounds of well rounded cock magnet. She had the cutest blue eyes and dishwater blonde hair that caressed her soft shoulders. I was 23 and she was eighteen. I had tried to hit on her in the past, but she always seemed too busy. I had seen her the night before and mentioned playing tennis and she said maybe. I was working at the country club as assistant golf pro and one of the perks was the use of the facilities during non peak hours. It was about 9:30 when I pulled up in front of Lisa's house. She ran out the front door and swung her sweet ass into the bucket seat of my Jeep. "Hi Jack," she smiled as she turned to throw her racket into the back seat. Her black nylon shorts rode up her firm young ass and I caught a glimpse of her tight black panties. She had on a white tank top with thin spaghetti straps and I could tell she had on a strapless bra. Her soft blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and her sweet face was shining. She settled into the seat, and we headed for the club. We volleyed for a few minutes til Lisa said that she was ready. Watching her bounce back and forth across the court had me ready for action, but not tennis action. Lisa tits were working their way out of her bra and pushing out the top of her tank top. When she bent down to pick up a ball, they were threatening to fall out. My cock was uncomfortably hard in my shorts as we began our first set. Now, not to brag, but I am a fairly good tennis player and I easily defeated her in the first set. Lisa pouted and said that I was not going to beat her the next game. She turned her back to me, and I couldn't make out what she was doing. When she turned around to serve, I realized that she had pulled her bra down below her firm tits. Thru her tank top, I could clearly see her firm rose colored nipples pushing against the flimsy material. She served and I could barely get a racket on the ball since my full attention was on her sexy breasts. Lisa laughed as she easily beat me in the first game. When it was my turn to serve, she bent down low to receive the ball, and her titties almost spilled out. With my attention on her tits, she was easily able to break my service. The second set was hers, zero to six. When she approached the net, she pulled her tank top down and flashed her perfect tits at me. Lisa smiled and said, "All is fair in love and tennis!" My hard on was throbbing as Lisa said," I think I've had enough tennis for one day. Let's get out of here." I had another thought. "Hey, Lisa," I said, "I have to stop at the pro shop for a minute, okay?" She nodded her head and I watched as she tucked her gorgeous tits back into her bra. "No free shows for anyone else," she laughed. We walked towards the pro shop. I looked at the sign on the door, COURSE CLOSED TIL 4:00 P.M. I knew the golf course was closed due to some specialized insect treatment that had been applied that morning. I just wanted to make sure that my boss wasn't there. I unlocked the door and we went into the shop. I checked my boss's schedule and saw that he wasn't coming in until three. Hmmmmm, four hours with no supervision and a hot young pussy. I got two sodas from the cooler and we sat down, cooling off and chatting. There was a shower in the rear of the pro shop and I really felt like I needed to wash off the sweat. I offered Lisa a chance to shower, but she just smiled and said, "No, I'm not really all that hot. But if you want to take one, I can just wait here." I said, "Okay, it'll only take me a couple of minutes. I ducked into the shower area and turned on the water. As I stripped down to my black bikinis I thought about the show that Lisa had given me so I walked back out into the office. Lisa had her back to me and with the water running, she didn't hear me approaching. I was right behind her when I realized she had found a porno magazine and was playing with her pussy while looking at a guy secrewing a girl. Her right hand was up the pantleg of her shorts, and she was battering her clit. My cock jumped to full attention and half of my cock was out in the air above my bikinis. I was going to try and leave, but when I moved, I brushed against a clipboard and it fell from the wall. As Lisa turned I tucked my raging hard on into my underwear. Not knowing that I had seen what she was up to, she said,"Hey are you done showering already? What are you wearing? Let me see." I stepped out of the shadows and Lisa got to see me in my bikinis. My hard on was still throbbing and the only reason it wasn't out in the air was that I had wedged it diagonally in my shorts. Lisa licked her pouting lips and said," Nice underwear, Jack." I looked down and saw a pre cum droplet ooze from my erection right through the thin nylon. I blushed and Lisa came over to me. She knelt on the floor in front of me and put her face inches away from my cock. She studied every bit of my cock thru the nylon. She finally reached out and cupped my cum laden balls. She smiled up at me and slowly slid her soft hands up to the waist band and slipped her fingers under the elastic. She carefully slid my underwear down and my hard on towered over her head. All seven inches of my cock throbbed and pulsed with excitement as Lisa slowly rubbed the precum the length of my shaft. The purple head of my cock was shining with the precum when Lisa slowly slid her perfect mouth over it. As I felt her hot tongue begin to swirl around the head, I felt her hands caress my swaying balls. Lisa began a slow rhythm with her mouth that she matched with her hands. I reached down and pulled her bra and tank top over her breasts. She stopped sucking my cock just long enough for me to get her top over her head. She got right back into the rhythm and my fingers found her rock hard nipples. I pulled and tweaked her nipples and she continued slurping and sucking my rigid member. I massaged Lisa's breasts, and she moaned and whispered, "I wanna taste your cum." I slowly lowered myself down on the floor next to her and while she continued her incredible suction, I slid her shorts and black panties down her perfect tan legs. Her pussy was beautiful. Full pink lips showing a little wetness flowing out. Lisa had shaved her cunt and it looked like a picture. I laid on my back and Lisa lowered herself down over my mouth. She tasted perfect, slightly salty and sooooooooo sweet. I licked her clit and my fingers gently played with her soft puckered asshole. When I touched her ass, she started deep throating me. My cock was bouncing off her tonsils as my tongue caress her soft cunt lips and hard hot clit. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I unloaded spurt after spurt of steaming cum deep into her mouth. I slid a well lubed finger into Lisa's virgin asshole and my tongue and lips assaulted her clit again and again. She took my soft cock from her mouth and yelled," Oh God I'm cumminggggggggggggg!!!!!!!" I felt her asshole clamp down on my fingers again and again as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her tight body. After a couple of minutes, she settled down and said, "That was awesome, Jack. Can we play tennis again tomorrow?" I kissed her soft cum coated lips and said,"Sure, babe as long as we can do this again too." Tennis Anyone? This happened a few years ago… I had just finished playing tennis. An unusual day already because I had actually won two out of three sets against a better player, and I was feeling pretty good, if sweaty and tired. I sat down on the bench at the court under a merciful tree and began guzzling water. A younger guy came up to me and started talking. He was about 32, 6'4", and in great shape. He pointed out his girlfriend... Debbie... and asked if I found her attractive. I had to say yes. She was about 5' 5", long brown hair, Eurasian mix, slim, well proportioned and in really good shape. He said she thought I was attractive, too... and she wanted to fuck me. I - naturally, I think - was a bit shocked, but covered it up by laughing and saying, "Gosh this is so sudden!" He told me he was serious and that she liked to be tied up, and used for hours at a time by him and now wanted to experience the same thing with a stranger. I asked to talk to Debbie alone, and he said, "OK." (I wanted to be sure it wasn't just his fantasy and not hers. She came over and was obviously very shy. She is a bank manager - charming, lovely, and very nervous. I talked to her long enough to know that it really was what she wanted, so we made an appointment for two hours later. She was a submissive - not into serious S/M, but loved to be completely controlled without too much pain. I've never been into giving anyone welts, myself, so I agreed to try this bizarre meeting. I went home and showered, then dressed lightly 'cause it was hot outside... then drove over to her apartment. Tim (the guy) let me in and got me a glass of tea. Debbie was there and sitting in the living room waiting and visibly shaking. We sat and talked for a while until she was less nervous and then Tim left. She said she would do whatever I wanted, so I told her to go into her room and come out dressed in nothing but thigh high stockings and fuck-me pumps, and to bring her favorite toys with her. She left the room and I sat and drank my tea for a while. When she returned, she was stunning, and I told her so. She smiled gratefully. I asked to see her toys and she knelt in front of me and handed them up. With her hand shaking, she handed me a blindfold, a small, flat vibrator - a kind I've never seen before or since - and a medium sized butt plug. I told her to stand and turn around so I could see her legs. She did. The truth was that I needed her to stand and turn around because I, too, was shaking and didn't think it was very "dom-like" to be so nervous. It was also a beautiful sight to behold. She had (has) a fabulous body with incredible skin. Then she said, "Sir?" I said, "Yes?" in my best dom-like voice. She said, "I love to be restrained." I then ordered her to go to her room and get some restraints, which she did... almost dancing along the way. When she returned, I ordered her to undress me and show how much she wanted me as she did. YIKES! did she follow orders well. She was kissing and licking every newly exposed inch of my body until I was naked. Well, I probably don't have to tell you that "little guy" was standing at full attention by this time, and the smile on Debbie’s lips told me that she was pleased. As I stood there, she kissed my cock and balls until I'd had enough to know it was time to quit or I'd come right away, and I didn't want to lose interest so soon. I like keeping at a peak for a long time. I told her to stop and stand up. She did. "Turn around." She did. Then, I pulled her arms together behind her and tied them together with the restraints. She was now helpless in front of me, and her legs were shaking in anticipation. I put my arms around her and pinched her nipples. She gasped and her legs started to move as if she were fucking. She was as hot and horny as anyone I'd ever met. I think she would have fucked anyone (or anything) I told her to at the moment. The blindfold was next. I put my arms around her and held her close so she could feel my hard, oozing cock against her back and then asked her if she were wet. She said yes and I reached down to check. She wasn't lying. She was actually streaming down her legs by this time... she spread her legs and I slid in a finger "just to check," then brought my hand up to her mouth to lick clean, which she did with glorious abandon. I have to take a minute to tell you that this had been my one and only excursion into this realm, and it was extraordinary. This was amazing. I had had no idea that anyone could be so into being controlled, and - frankly - I loved being the controller. It was a never-to-be forgotten exchange of power. By this time, I also was hotter than I'd ever been before, but I knew that my job was not over in the dom department. It seemed that my job was to stimulate every single nerve ending of her body as much and as often as I could... and I did my best. First, I led her to the sofa where I sat and then turned her over my knee. She practically came at the thought of it. I spanked her a few times - never very hard - and then pushed my thumb into her cunt to find her g-spot. It was there and waiting for me. As soon as I touched it, she groaned and I felt her pussy squeeze my hand over and over again... it was the first of many orgasms for her. I ordered her to keep count. There I was with this beautiful woman across my lap who just had a wonderful, long, deep orgasm, and now the pressure was on. I suppose I could have just fucked her and left... it would have been good already... but I wanted to give this cutie the sexual experience of a lifetime... and have one of my own, of course. The butt plug was on the table beside the couch with some lube beside it... I decided to go there first. I got the plug and held it to her mouth, telling her, she'd better get it very slippery because it was about to make her happy... as she licked it, and made it slippery, all I could think of was what she was going to do to my cock in a little while... GOD I was horny, and my cock was dripping all over my lap and her torso. I took as much of my personal lubrication as I could and rubbed it on her lips. Well, that only served to make her even crazier. I was feeling pretty good about my "maleness" by now as you can imagine. I took the plug from her and told her it'd better be pretty slippery because it was about to put it in. Actually, as I was telling her this, I added some of the lube from the table. Then I spanked her a couple of times... the surprise was obviously a turn on because she started to moan. Then I put the plug against her backdoor and started to slowly fuck her with it... to my surprise, she backed into it... wanting me to shove deeply and quickly... so I did. Her back arched up to greet it... and it slid in all the way. I then began to massage and pinch her nipples as I lightly tapped on the butt plug... her breath came in short gasps... then long and deep... then short gasps again and a very long sigh as she came again. This was a VERY horny woman, and I was feeling very lucky. Then I told her to get down on her knees in front of me. She did. I pulled her mouth to my cock and she smiled as she took it in clear to the back of her throat. I said that she'd better make it good or I'd have to punish her, and that I don't like it when any spills. That, of course, just got her going even more. she somehow managed to slip her foot under the butt plug and was making sure it went in and out in the same rhythm as my cock was going in and out of her mouth. She managed to get me clear down inside her throat and fuck me with her mouth like no one has ever done before or since. God what a sight. And what a trooper she was when I came. I know that it was a large amount because of the time I had been waiting to come, but I think it was on purpose that she allowed a small dribble to fall from her lips. She smiled as she let it fall, and apologized for losing some as she tried to gather it all in with her tongue. If she had asked me to marry her at that instant I would have. I took off her blindfold and kissed her. It was one of the most passionate kisses I’d ever had… amazing. “Lead me to the bedroom.” She walked in front of me with her arms tied behind her. I took this opportunity to look at her perfect legs and ass… magnificent skin…smooth… soft. I couldn’t believe my luck. We went into the bedroom and there was a four-poster double size bed… perfect. I removed the restraints and told her to get all of her toys and bring them to the bed. I was not prepared for what I saw… a few dildos (small to amazingly large, some electric, some not)… bed ties… a ball gag… clothes pins… a large vibrator… ben hwa balls… a large butt plug… and a small whip – the kind with a flat piece of leather on the end. I looked at her and she was beet red. “Don’t’ be embarrassed, Love, this is very exciting to me.” She gushed a sigh of relief. “But if we’re going to play this hard, I want you to use a “safe word” if you feel scared, or uncomfortable. What would you like it to be?” “Mercy,” was the answer. “OK. If you say the word, "mercy," I will stop whatever I’m doing, OK?” “Yes Sir.” “First I’m going to give you a reward for being such a good submissive. Stand in front of the bed with your legs apart and hold on to the posts with your hands.” She did. I then knelt down in front of her and began teasing her labia with my tongue… her breath hissed in as I continued to tease her by licking down her thighs and back up again, then across to the other leg… not touching her clit… I should describe her clitoris at this point. It is quite large… and whenever she squeezes her vaginal walls it moves out and becomes even larger… quite a sight to see. It sticks out about a half an inch– maybe more - from its beautiful “hood” when it is fully extended. I loved teasing it unmercifully because it reacted so visibly and well. In the midst of all this teasing, I would occasionally touch her clit lightly with my tongue and her legs would shake visibly. I’m glad she was hanging onto the bedposts. I started to bring her to another climax and quit… she whimpered audibly. I then took some restraints made for the occasion and told her to turn around. She did. I then tied her hands to the bed as far up as she could reach. She was standing on her tiptoes in heels, with those thigh high stockings on, and it was a beautiful sight to behold. I then put the blindfold back on her and grabbed two clothespins from the pile of toys. These were placed on her nipples. Again the gasp and she began to shake again. “Are you coming?” A weak and shaky “yes sir” was the answer. “You like a little pain?” “Yes sir.” I took the whip and started to strike her – almost gently – on the ass, making sure to occasionally hit the still inserted butt plug. She moaned “YES!” so many times, I didn’t keep count, but it was obvious that another orgasm was hitting her hard… I could see the butt plug moving in and out spasmodically in time with her breathing. I stopped striking just to see how long she would keep it going… seemed like quite a while. I rubbed my hand over her ass… it was quite warm by now… and red… I hoped no bruises would come of it. I asked her about it and she said it would just remind her of a great time. As she was telling me this, I put two fingers inside her and began to massage her g-spot. Again, she went over the top… her body gyrating against my hand… I then removed the butt plug… it was time for me to get a little relief as well. I took the ben hwa balls and put them inside her cunt… and told her to squeeze them rhythmically. She did as she was told… then – not wanting any permanent damage – I removed the clothes pins. The removal of course is even more stimulating than putting them on, so she began to come again. This was one hot woman. I then stood behind her and put my cock against her asshole and began to fuck her… slowly and gently… I could feel the ben hwa balls moving inside her cunt as I fucked her… an amazing sensation (apparently for her as well). Then, of course, my needs became more urgent and I started fucking faster. I could actually feel her coming again, too, which made my explosion even more intense. After I came, I held her against me for a moment until her cunt stopped pulsing… this wonderful, beautiful, soft woman against my skin was a feeling I’ll never forget. My cock slipped out of her ass. Under normal conditions, I would be ready for a long nap by now, but the sight of this amazing woman with my come dripping down her legs kept me going. I walked over to the master bath and washed off, leaving her hanging on the bed. When I came back, she was gyrating her legs together… making the ben hwa balls slid up and down inside her cunt and – no doubt – her legs gave her clit some stimulation as well. “Still horny?” “Yes sir.” “Good, because I have plans for you.” With that she started to come again! Panting and moaning and moving her legs back and forth against each other… I was stunned by the beauty of this gorgeous woman in the throes of ecstasy that I had had the pleasure of making happen… with her help, of course. I watched for a second, then started to spank her again. This put her over the top, gasping for breath and practically screaming for me to not stop. Even at my age, I started to get hard again. This was the single greatest sexual experience of my life. I held her from behind as she came down from that glorious high…supporting her now because her legs seemed to be unable. Then, when her breathing returned to normal, I untied her hands and laid her on the bed. She just lay there on her stomach… breathing quietly with her arms at her sides. I reached over and slowly removed the ben hwa…she barely moved. I then carefully removed her shoes and stockings from her legs, which were still hanging over the edge of the bed. She smiled, and curled up farther onto the bed and sighed “Don’t think you’re done, cutie.” I said in my most dom voice… actually I was feeling pretty good about my “dommness” by now… “Yes sir,” was her only answer. I turned her - gently of course - so that she was lying on her left side and I was behind her. My cock was at full mast again. I couldn’t believe the testosterone that I was able to muster, and I took some restraints - the kind that bind hands to thighs - and tied her right hand to her right thigh… then turned her and did the same to the other side. I then pulled her up on her knees so that her ass was sticking up in the air and began to spank her again. This woke her up. I then got behind her and gave her a good old-fashioned fuck from behind - and took my time doing it. I can’t tell you how beautiful she looked or how exciting it was to watch my cock slowly slide in and out of this beautiful slippery cunt. Another Kodak moment. I took one of her small vibrators and held it against her clit and that was all it took to give her a small orgasm. I could feel her cunt milking my cock… amazingly starting from the base of my cock and working its way up to the top… over and over again. She moaned again… but not so vigorously as before… it was apparently small, but deep. I – after coming so many times – needed a bit more stimulation, so I took the vibrator, and put it into her ass. It was AMAZING (everyone should try it!). I slowly fucked her and her cunt was vibrating against m.…That threw me over the edge and I came again… not so powerfully as before (face it, my tank must have been close to empty) but it was soooo sweet and deep… and took a long time between the onset of the orgasm and ejaculation. Wow. I released her from the restraints and – again – she dropped to the bed in a puddle. Her pussy and ass were covered in come… hers and mine. “Now, darling, You’re going to masturbate for me so I can watch you come.” “Yes sir,” was her only answer. (You gotta admit that, although her vocabulary wasn’t large, she knew what to say and when.) I told her to lie on her back and spread her legs and then handed her the largest of the dildos. It was LARGE. About twelve inches and almost as thick as her wrist. I couldn’t believe she could take the first three inches into that tight cunt of hers, let alone the whole thing, but she didn’t even flinch. First she licked it to get it wet (although she was wet enough for about anything) and then slowly slid it inside her cunt an inch at a time, taking it out to its full length before the next thrust. Then, after taking the first six inches inside her, she thrust hard and deep, taking almost the whole thing and then fucking herself with total abandon. Then her left hand moved to her clit and she began to rub gently. Her back arched off the bed so she could reach better and she began fucking furiously after that… deep strokes combined with fast and then slow rubbing of her clit… alternating between fast and slow until I could see that she was totally lost in the moment. I thought about stimulating her nipples or giving her a spank or something to help, but what she was doing to herself was too beautiful to watch all on its own. I was mesmerized, enchanted, and totally into the moment. When she came it must have been like fireworks, because it was obvious that nothing else in the universe existed for her except that pumping dildo and her fingers moving on her clit. She literally screamed and come gushed out of her cunt. I’ve seen women come and “squirt” before, but never like this, it was a real ejaculation. She then took the dildo out of her cunt and leaned over to get my cock into her mouth again. “You can try, Darling, but don’t be too disappointed if nothing happens.” Well, by God it did happen. In about a minute much to my delighted surprise, I was hard again. “OK this time, you tell me what you want.” Her vocabulary improved. “Fuck me in the ass while I rub my clit.” She didn’t have to ask twice. She lay on her left side and I pulled her to me. I slid in easily this time, but it was still very tight. She lifted her right leg and began to fuck me back while she played with her clit and I squeezed her nipples. She came at least three times while I struggled to keep up, and then - finally - I came again. This was the most amazing orgasm of all for me… deep, intense, and long. It felt like I’d never stop. When I was done, she started to laugh… and then I did, too. Neither one of us could believe what we’d just done. “I’ll bet you’re gonna be sore tomorrow,” I said. “I’m sore today,” was the response. “Ready for a shower, Sir?” “Not yet,” I said, “just let me hold you a minute.” We stayed very quiet and breathed slowly together… our breathing matching and then we drifted off to almost-sleep… just a few minutes, but enough time to really bond and take the moment in. She turned over and kissed me and said, “Thank you.” It made me laugh. “Thank ME? This has been the greatest sex I’ve ever had… thank you!” We just laughed again. She kissed my neck for a few moments and then we hit the showers. In the shower, we washed each other – making sure all the “very used” places got extremely clean. It was a hand-held shower and as I was rinsing off her pussy, here eyes closed. “Again?” I asked. “Please, sir.” So I handed her the showerhead. “Let me watch you.” She then took the showerhead and began to move the water back and forth across her clit… one hand holding her lips apart, the other holding the showerhead. It was too much for me. I got hard again. She smiled and said, “well, what are we gonna do with that?” I turned her around and made her arch her back as I slid my cock inside her cunt again…she was still moving the shower across her clit as I fucked her from behind. Of course the water played against my cock and balls, too, so it was very stimulating and we came together… actually, she came, then a little later, I came and when I did, so did she again! We really laughed this time. Both of us were surprised. It wasn’t all that intense, but – it was amazing that it happened at all. Tennis Anyone? “You’re a very exciting women,” I said. She returned the compliment. We dried off and then I went home. I never saw her again, but her boyfriend e-mailed me a day later, telling me that Debbie was still reeling from the experience and that whatever I did, he was grateful because she was hornier than she’s ever been. Tennis Anyone? The airline check-in girl must have thought my wife Kelly was a real cloths horse. She checked the two large suitcases and I checked my one very small case. It did look like a lot of cloths for only a one-week trip to Laughlin, Nevada but the airline people didn't need to know the whole story. For several months now, my wife Kelly and I had been having theme nights in the bedroom to spice up our marriage. We are both in our thirties and have been together for twelve years. We wanted to shake up the routine as we loved each other very much and thought it would help us stay hot for each other. On one of these occasions she got me dressed up like a woman and she got dressed up like a man and we switched roles. This included an extra attachment on her nicknamed "Mr. Big" who was 9" long and very thick. I played my role to the limit and was deflowered by my wife who was doing her best to look masculine in a grey zoot suit, fedora, penciled on moustache, and her hair up tight under the hat. Despite her outfit, her sexy figure and feminine features were not masked well. This was fine with me; I enjoyed her effort. I on the other hand looked smoking hot as a woman. Kelly had found a pretty black wig with Darla curls that contrasted nicely with my pale skin and blue eyes. She did my makeup to the nines, which included false eyelashes, nails, eyeliner, red-hot lipstick, blush, and the works. The outfit was a slinky red dress, black stockings, garter belt, black platform shoes and a black choker. I still remember Kelly whispering in my ear, telling me how sexy I was as she fucked me from behind. Since that night, our monthly theme night turned into dress me in drag night. Kelly loved doing me up as a girl and we started buying different outfits each month for me including a schoolgirl outfit, cheerleader outfit, several cocktail dresses, a leather outfit, and many others. She even insisted on having me shave my legs and all for each dress up night to make the effect even more realistic. We bought corsets and false boobs made of silicone to enhance my figure too. Each month I seemed to look more and more like a real woman. In the mirror, I could hardly believe it myself. Even with my sexy, hottie wife standing next to me dressed up and made up herself, I looked hot. A couple times she commented that I looked hotter than her. Sometimes Kelly would get dressed up as a man for theme nights but most of the time she liked to play 'girlfriends' and we would have a hot night of lesbian love. I loved these nights the most as we played our roles fully. We often videotaped our sessions to watch later on. Sometimes I think that Kelly would like to try a 'real' girl but was happy to use me as a substitute. When we planned our mid winter trip, I noticed on the calendar that theme night was going to fall on our second day of the trip. I was prepared to put it off for one month, as much as it disappointed me to do so, but Kelly suggested bringing a few things and having it while away on our trip. It turned me on to think of doing it outside of our home. I let Kelly decide on what to bring for me. I know that my wife usually packs a lot of luggage but two huge suitcases full and the video camera was making my mind spin at what might be in there. We checked into our hotel on arrival, a huge resort, with casino, pools, tennis courts, the works. Our room was huge and lavish. We had a short rest to sleep off the jet lag before waking up and christening the king size bed. It was during this, while she riding me like a cowgirl, grinding down on my cock that she came up with a plan. She suggested that we get dressed up in style and hit the lounge. It was shocking and scary to me but her pussy had such a grip on me and I was so close to coming that I was totally at her mercy. Her pussy muscles worked their magic, manipulating me to say yes to her before she continued bouncing up and down on me until I exploded inside her. What had I gotten myself into? I was finished taking my bath, with now smooth legs, crotch, under arms, and body. Kelly applied scented oils, perfume, and baby oil to my very feminine looking body. At 5'7" and only 135 pounds, my figure was believable enough to look like a woman especially with the aid of the corset and false breasts. I ride a bike everyday and that makes my legs and bum very shapely and not too pencil like. I wrapped a towel around me as I sat in the chair for Kelly to do her magic with the makeup. She chose dark tones, as the lounge was likely to be pretty dark. The eyeliner was extra thick and she picked very long lashes. She put a crimson lipstick that was almost a blood colour on me. The ensemble that she picked out was equally as sexy. First it was the black lace push-up bra and black lace-up waist clincher, black lace boy cut panties, garter belt, and sheer black stockings with seams up the back. The top was like a suit jacket, but very form fitting and was leopard print suede material with sheer black silk sleeves and neckline. The skirt was long black linen with a button up side. Kelly insisted on leaving all but two buttons open to show off my legs right up to my garters. I put on my black curly wig and Kelly touched it up to look sexy. We added some earrings, short pearl necklace, bracelets and false fingernails. I put on my 4" black suede pumps with the ankle bracelets on them to complete the outfit. I had plenty of practice in the shoes at home but had never ventured out in them. I walked around the room for a while sipping wine, while I waited for Kelly to finish getting ready. My nerves had me quaking and I drank at least four glasses of wine to steady myself. Kelly finally finished herself and looked ravishing. She chose a white silk blouse and form fitting black leather skirt for her outfit; She wore the same stockings as me with black 5" paten stilettos. Her long strawberry blond hair flowed across her shoulders and framed her perfect green-eyed face. We set the camera up on the nightstand and posed for a few glamour shots. I wanted to take her right there and then, but we had an agreement and she insisted we make our way to the lounge. Despite the wine, I was still nervous. I asked what to do if someone talked to us. She told me to relax, stay coy, and talk softly and lightly and say as little as possible. I had tried talking as a woman before on our nights together and had a bit of a grip on it but still figured I would let Kelly do most of the talking. My walk was good in the high heels, Kelly reassured me that I was totally passable and should stay calm and confident. We passed an older couple in the hall and they smiled and said 'Hello' but showed no signs of noticing me. We passed a few others on the way, a maid, another older couple and two teenage boys who just stared with jaws open. I overheard one say, "Holy fuck! Did you see those ladies?" I was feeling more confident about passing as a woman and smiled at everyone I saw. In the dim light of the lounge we walked by several groups, mostly men, some couples, as we flaunted our shapely bodies and sexy outfits. We made our way to a quiet section of the bar that was dimly lit. The bartender asked, "What can I get you ladies?" which made me feel like blushing. My wife calmly asked for two Cosmopolitans. I had never drunk one, but it looked feminine enough. I reached into my clutch purse to pay for them but the bartender indicated that they were paid for already and signalled at a group of four gentlemen standing together down the bar. They were in their thirties and forties by the looks of them, all dressed in suits, probably on business, but very sharp looking non the less. I smiled and raised my glass mouthing, "thank you" to them. Kelly half giggled and waved to them to come over and join us. I poked her in the side to give her shit. Did she forget I was with her? She turned and gave me the look as to say relax. "When guys buy you drinks in a bar, it is only polite to chat with them and flirt a little. You'll be fine honey, you're totally believable. Just follow my lead," Kelly insisted. With baited breath, I awaited the greeting with the four men. They introduced themselves as, Richard, David, Martin and Brian. They were all handsome and well mannered as well as well groomed. They were all taller than me, Martin was 5'10" and Richard was 6'2" and the others in between. Kelly introduced herself first and then me as Mary-Ann, her pet name for me. She made up a tale of us being business partners, owners of a women's shoe store. I tried to talk as little as possible, answering questions with a short an answer as possible. I got in the habit of taking a sip of my drink every time one of them asked a question so it fell upon Kelly to answer. I got them to talk about themselves, which made it easier. Guys love talking about themselves. They tried impressing us with their prepared resume answers that included income, cars, golf handicap, and such. I faked interest as best I could, smiling and nodding. Kelly was getting a charge out of all this and allowed them to buy us a second round of drinks, the four of them fighting over who's platinum card to use. It was strange to see what a fuss guys made over women from the other side of the coin. I had to admit that I was very flattered about the attention and was enjoying the casual flirting. In my barstool, I consciously crossed my legs so that the tops of my stockings and garter straps were in full view. I made like I had no idea as they all stole looks at my sexy gams. Brian was the first to make a move on me by leaning closely and whispering in my ear, "You're a very beautiful lady Mary-Ann, and I love your sexy outfit too." He put a hand lightly on my leg as he said this. I wasn't sure whether I should remove his hand or not and looked to Kelly for help but she was heading to the dance floor with Richard. The music was soft jazz and made for slow dancing. I already had grabbed Brian's hand and just towed him to the dance floor with me. He liked the idea and we held me very close as we danced. I felt a bit awkward at first but allowed Brian to take the lead and just cling to him as Kelly was doing. She gave me a knowing smile as we made eye contact and winked at me. Meanwhile Brian was snuggling himself into the nape of my neck giving it light kisses. His hand had slipped down my back and was now caressing my nice round ass. I again looked to Kelly and saw she was getting the same treatment and made no move to fight it off. So I allowed Brian his little fun and before the song ended I stared feeling something hard pressing into my hip and it took a minute to figure out that Brian had an erection. The song ended not soon enough, as I was getting worried. Kelly and I took our partner's hands and walked them back to the bar. The other two were eagerly waiting their turns. Kelly took David and I took Martin back to the dance floor. I was more relaxed with Martin as he began making the same moves on me as Brian did. His firm hands pulled me tight to him, pressing his hard on into my hip while fondling my ass. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear, telling me all the kinky things he wanted to do to me, including licking me all over, sucking my pretty toes, and making slow love to me. I had to admit it was beginning to thrill me. I was giving him full access to my neck to kiss and lick. With the music moving me and the buzz of the alcohol, I was forgetting my worries and my gender and when Martin moved his lips to mine I allowed him to kiss me. His firm lips pressed gently on mine and I softly yielded, feeling his tongue slip inside my mouth. The song soon ended and suddenly I felt Kelly grabbing my elbow and saying, "bathroom break". I quickly regained my senses, realizing what I had done. I was overcome with a feeling of horror, not only at having kissed a man but of doing so right in front of my wife. Luckily for me, when we arrived at the ladies bathroom, she was in good spirits. Kelly was actually trying to hold in her laughter as apposed to being mad. I was relieved. As she pulled out her lipstick to fix herself she said, " Oh my god Mary-Ann, I had no idea you were a two drink slut!" I could only blush. "Usually a lady doesn't make out with a guy until he's bought you dinner or at least some champaign, and not on the first dance," she continued. I began fixing my lipstick too and had no reply to offer so I just raised my eyebrow and smiled sheepishly trying not to laugh. Kelly grinned, "Slut!" We both started laughing hysterically. As we continued fixing our makeup Kelly inquired, "So how was it?" I looked over a bit confused. "The kiss! How was it? Did he use his tongue?" I realized that this is what girls do. They go to the washroom together and tell each other every detail of their encounters. "It was nice, more gentle than I imagined,… and yes he slipped his tongue in," I answered. She blushed and smiled at me. I went with it, "It was long too, and he knew how to use it, bet he knows how to please a woman." We kept giggling like little schoolgirls. "So, which one had the biggest cock?" Kelly threw out next, almost making me paint a line down my face with eyeliner. I just stared open mouth at her. "Well, try telling me that they didn't each have a hard on, and that they didn't press it into you while dancing. All guys do it, even my husband does that," she explained. The cheesy smile appeared again. "Well, they both were big, at least seven inches long, but I think Martin's was thicker, almost like my wrist," I played along. "Yours'?" Kelly played too, "David was big and thick but I'm sure Richard as at least ten inches. He's much bigger than my husband, that's for sure. I can imagine that big monster fucking me all night long," she added. "Now who's the slut?" I threw back at her. We had our giggle and finished freshening up. "Get me back in our room and I'll show you baby!" she told me obviously turned on by all this and ready for some girl on girl love. Kelly told me that I should fake a headache so we could make our exit gracefully then stopped suddenly, "Unless of course, you would rather we went to these guy's room and let them fuck us with those big cocks?" I was starting to giggle again when I looked at her and saw that she was very serious. She was actually serious! On top of that she thought that I might want to really do that too. Of course making out with one of them would give her that impression of course. I actually hesitated for a minute and thought about it but saw all kinds of problems with that idea, like getting caught. The point was that I was actually thinking about it and the idea was turning me on. I had to shake my head and told Kelly that we should just leave and go back to our room. We had successfully impersonated me as a woman and got away with it and should quit while we were ahead. Kelly made the appropriate excuses to the men and we thanked them for the drinks and the dances. They each gave us a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We apologized for leaving them and I somehow found myself saying, "I hope we see you here again, we'll be back another night." What was I thinking? Maybe I was a slut. The sexual tension between Kelly and I was intense all the way back to our room. We held hands like two girlfriends and we both were licking our lips in anticipation. We couldn't open the door fast enough. Kelly pushed me against the wall and pinned me there with her arms. She forcefully kissed me on my painted lips. She kissed me aggressively, jamming her tongue into my open mouth. She was burning up; already she had straddled my stocking covered thigh and was humping it. I could never remember being so aggressive before, I felt like she was going to rape me. Kelly was sucking my tongue almost clean out of my mouth as we kissed, our hair tangled and woven together. After a few minutes of this heated, panting display, Kelly pulled away, breathing heavy and with a look of fire in her eyes. She deliberately hiked up her skirt and grabbed hold of her black thong panties and in one motion pushed them down to her ankles. She then stepped out with one foot and using the toe of her stiletto shoe kicked her thong at me. It landed right in my face. I took in the delicious bouquet and noticed how damp they were. I mean they were soaking wet. She must have got extremely turned on by our evening so far to get that wet. I was still enjoying the aroma when Kelly called to me, "Hurry up bitch! I'm waiting." My love was on the bed, all her cloths still on except for her panties with her skirt hiked up to her waist and her legs lewdly spread. She was using her fingers on her shaved mound to open the soft pink folds. I strode over to the bed fully dressed still and crawled up to her spread legs. I noticed that she had turned the camera on the nightstand on. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to pussy. She shoved it right in my face. I began licking her juicy box to her delighted moans. "MMmm! That's it girl! Eat my sweet pussy with your slutty little mouth," she groaned. Her hips thrust at my face, humping my tongue. Kelly always loved how I gave her oral when I am a man, but when I am dressed as a girl and especially on this night she was over the top. I worked my tongue fast and furious on her clit as she humped my face. Kelly was on fire! She was going ballistic. "Eat me! Eat me!" she continued to cry as she began a wave of orgasms that lasted for several minutes. Her breathing was ragged as she squeezed my head with her strong thighs, cumming harder than I had ever seen. I licked and licked for all my worth all the way through. Kelly finally released her grip on my head and caught her breath. Eventually she lifted my glazed over face up to look me closely in the eyes. "Oh, pretty girl, you did that so well," she said as she softly kissed my swollen lips. She began licking my face clean and gently kissing me. We shared a beautiful soul kiss together for a long time. She then was ready for some more. I had been ready for a long time and my panties were having a rough time trying to hold me in. She had me sit facing her and we intertwined our legs so that our crotches were pressing against each other's. I have heard it called tribbing. We ground our crotches together; hers bare and mine still in panties. Eventually she reached in and pulled out my 'clit'. She slipped it inside herself with ease. She was so wet! It felt like heaven. We slowly started grinding against each other, and I kissed and licked her ankle and foot still covered with stockings and shoes. As we slowly made love like two hot women Kelly began teasing me again. "So, which one would you have sucked off first?" she started. I said nothing and continued kissing her ankle. "Hmm, which one, Martin? Would you lick his cock all over first, and his balls, or would you take him deep into your throat right away?" She kept looking at me for an answer. It was kind of sexy, so I started playing too. "Definitely Martin, and I would lick it all over first," I replied. That got a rise out of her and she grinded into me a little harder. "Oh ya! I knew it. I know you wanted to lick his big cock all over. I bet you would suck his balls real nice too," she continued. I nodded 'yes' to her as I smiled. "I bet you would lick his asshole too, right? I bet you would lick deep inside his butt wouldn't you?" she asked intensely, never breaking eye contact, grinding away. "Oooo, yes, I would love to eat his asshole!" I answered licking my lips. She loved that and she grabbed my ass cheek to pull me deeper inside of her. "Would you suck his cock real slow to enjoy it longer or would you blow him hard and fast to get him to come faster?" she went on. "Slowly!" I answered. "What would you do when he starts cumming?" she smiled. Tennis Anyone? "I would take him deep and swallow it all," I said boldly. "Oh god! I knew it!" she panted as she threw her head back in passion on the verge of her next orgasm. She regained her composure and fixed her eyes on mine again. "What if he wanted to fuck you? What if he wanted your sweet little girl ass?" Kelly asked. "MMmmm, I hope so, I want him to fuck me, I want him inside me," I told her making her bite her lip. She smacked my ass real hard, making it sting. I went on, " but he would have to wait his turn because while I have been sucking his cock, Brian has been pounding my little bottom with his big cock." That did it. Kelly went over the top again, franticly fucking, screaming in orgasm, all the while slapping me hard on the ass. She rode me fast and hard screaming, "You dirty slut Mary-Ann, you sucked all their cocks and let them all fuck you, and you loved it you dirty little tramp! Ahhhhhhh!" That put me over too and I could not hold back, blasting my orgasm deep inside Kelly's blistering honey-pot. We both crashed. The next day things started out fairly normal for us. We were still reeling with euphoria from the night before but we had breakfast and went to the spa together. We had a light workout, a swim and a relaxing massage. I remember wishing I could be a woman with Kelly and have our massages together, but I had mine separate. The massage was soothing even though I had it from a big blond muscular kid named Harold. As he worked my back and shoulders I began drifting off and reminiscing about the night before, flirting with the men and talking dirty about it with my 'girlfriend'. The thoughts were exciting and the stimulation of the massage was all beginning to get me aroused. My dick pressed freely on the terrycloth towel helped too. Soon I had a full erection under my towel as Harold started working my shaved legs. I wondered how many smooth shaved men got massaged like that. Suddenly Harold raised my towel a bit to work my upper thighs and I realized my hard cock was exposed to his view. In a brief panic I pulled the towel down and suggested stopping the massage. I was embarrassed and was turning red. Harold asked if anything was wrong and said it was fine with him to continue. I looked at his face. His blue eyes showed sincerity, which made me feel better but I opted to call it off anyway. I gave Harold a generous tip and told him I was late for meeting my wife. Kelly and I had a light lunch and returned to our room for a shower. We jumped in together and I still had a semi boner from earlier that sprang back to life at the sight of Kelly's toned body getting soapy and wet. She asked me about my massage and I went ahead and told her the details. Kelly got very turned on hearing the details and she began stroking my hard on and rubbing my smooth ass. She began teasing me again, "I bet Harold was totally ready to fuck you." Kelly's fingers were circling my tight little hole. "You wanted his cock in here so bad!" she taunted as she pressed a finger inside me. My cock was straining at full length. She had no trouble working her soapy digits into my back door. Soon she had three in me. "Harold's little whore wants to be fucked real hard and fast, doesn't she?" Kelly teased as she probed me and had a lick up my cock with her tongue. I was so weak with lust at that point, I replied in my best girly voice, "Oh yes Harold! Fuck your sweet little baby nice and hard." Kelly liked that and she wrapped her mouth around my cock and sucked it deep right away. At the same time she fucked my ass with her fingers like a pneumatic jackhammer. She pumped the head with her warm, wet mouth and I simply could not take any more. I started cumming like a geyser, filling her mouth with my salty sperm. When my orgasm subsided, Kelly released her lip lock from my cock and stood up to kiss me full on the lips. My open mouth was soon being filled the warm sticky goo from my wife's mouth. She kissed me so hard I no choice but to swallow my cum. She seemed very pleased with that and had a smile like a Cheshire cat. Her fingers eventually exited my bum and she stepped out of the shower. Before I could get out, Kelly reminded me to shave again, extra close, all over. I did as directed figuring Kelly was planning another dress up event. I was eager as well as a bit frightened at the prospect. Kelly helped me after the shower to get beautiful again, but it was still mid afternoon. It seemed too early to start getting ready. Kelly then informed me as she applied baby oil to my smooth legs, "I booked a tennis lesson for 3:30 for me and Mary-Ann" This would be very different than before, not only would this be public again but in broad daylight, in front of sober people. I was getting worried. Kelly helped make my make-up look appropriate for the daytime. "What about sweat?" I asked. "This is the most run proof, top of the line, athletic approved stuff on the market," she tried to reassure me. She also thought it was a good idea for her not to wear any make-up at all so that the contrast made me appear more feminine. She simply pulled her hair back into a ponytail and put on a light coat of lip-gloss. She made sure my wig was pinned in good and put a bandana on my forehead to keep the hair out of my eyes and to absorb sweat. She pulled out a tennis outfit for me that included a white women's sports bra, a pair of white panties, a white tee shirt with pink stripes that had a scoop neck and frilly pink lace around the sleeves and pink trim around the neckline. The skirt was a pink pleated tennis skirt barely long enough to cover my bottom. I had little white ankle socks with lace trim to wear with my tennis shoes. With the outfit on, I felt more like a princess than an athlete. Kelly actually looked a bit butch standing next to me in her all white tennis outfit with no make-up. I asked if lessons were really necessary since I was already very good and often beat Kelly on a regular basis at our club back home. She smiled and said it would be different this time and reminded me that I had to stay lady like, even on the court. We arrived at the tennis courts on time and met our instructor, Andy, a six-foot tall, African-American hunk. I recalled seeing him earlier in the health spa. He was a very attractive man, as men go I guess. He was very polite greeting us, "Afternoon ladies, looks like my last lesson today will be my best one." What a flirt! "Both you ladies look like your in great shape, I bet you could even teach me a thing or two," he smiled and winked at us. I bet he got more pussy than he could ever handle. The lesson went well. I had a much more difficult time than I imagined trying to play tennis as a woman. First, my balance was shot to pieces because of the breasts. Second, I had to always be cautious of my skirt riding up, so I found myself moving a lot less. Third, trying to keep looking pretty and not sweating like a man meant restricting my level of intensity. I was thinking more about loosing a fingernail or if my hair was still straight as opposed to paying attention to my game. It made a huge difference. In the practice set, Kelly was kicking my ass. She relished the situation, trying best not to openly laugh at me. Andy was very flirtatious with both of us. He would often help us with our posture and stance by standing directly behind me and holding my wrists while his face was next to mine, whispering instructions in my ear. His manhood could easily be felt pressing up against my behind when he did this. He was full of compliments the whole time. He whispered to me, "Your much sexier than that Anna Kournikova," as he patted me softly on the ass. Kelly was looking over at me with a smirk on her face, biting her tongue, knowing full well what he was doing. He was doing the same thing with her as well. This went on for the full hour. I couldn't believe the moves this guy had. When we were done, we thanked Andy for the lesson with a kiss on the cheek, Kelly on one side, me on the other. He blushed and then made a slight painful wincing. Kelly asked if he was all right. He grimaced and claimed that he had an old injury in his shoulder and it was sore from a full day of lessons. "Good thing they have so many good masseuses here," I said coyly. Andy made another painful face and said, "Shame us employees are not permitted to use any of clubs facilities for our private use," he replied in a seemingly rehearsed tone. It was obvious where he was going with this. Kelly fell right into it. She snuggled up close to me, grabbing hold of my hand and doing a nervous little dance with her feet. "Well, we are by no means professionals but we have been known to give a pretty good massage before," Kelly implied. Andy raised an eyebrow. "The two of you? Both together?" he grinned. "Oh, I wouldn't want to bother you with my problem. I am sure it will be okay in a couple days," he added. He continued to roll his arm in pain. "Really, thank you for offering but.." "Oh, no really, we insist!" Kelly began. "Right Mary-Ann?" she questioned, looking at me for support while squeezing my hand and rubbing up against me in anticipation. Her eyes were agape with excitement. She had that look that I could not say no to. "Of course! Really, we are very good," was all I could muster. "After all, it's our fault that you got like this. We were working you too hard," Kelly flirted. I noticed she put extra emphasis on the word 'hard'. She started twirling my hair and grinning at him, playing up the bisexual hotties role. I playfully ran a finger down Kelly's neck and smiled at Andy too. We both kept our arms back and our chests thrust out, hips cocked to one side, a very alluring posture. Andy let out a big practiced smile, "Well, okay, you forced me into it. Just give your room number and I'll be right over after a quick shower." I wondered how many times he worked that scam. Kelly and I quickly made our way back to our room kicking off our shoes and socks. We fixed me up as fast as possible, removed my bandana, and fluffed up my hair. We sprayed some perfume on each other and Kelly let her hair free and added a little make-up. We ran around hiding all my male cloths and any other clues we could find. Kelly set up the video camera pointed at the bed and hid it with a hat. Only a few minutes later there came a knock at our door. He didn't waste much time. Kelly let Andy in and she stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek. He gave her a polite peck back. I was getting him a cold beer from the mini fridge and he gave me a similar kiss when I offered him the drink. I blushed. Kelly laid a large towel on the King size bed and handed a very small towel to Andy to change into. She also had retrieved the bottle of baby lotion from the bathroom and brought it to the bed. Andy changed in the bathroom and held the tiny towel loosely around his hips. His body was chiselled ebony. He had six-pack abs and a body builders arms. He was grinning from ear to ear. We ushered him over to the bed and he lay down on his stomach on the towel. Kelly and I both worked some oil on our hands and proceeded to rub the suspected sore shoulders of Andy. Andy began giving us some appreciative moans and groans as we kneaded his dark flesh. Soon he began getting playful and I could feel one of his hands on my leg. I looked over at Kelly and noticed he was doing the same to her. I spotted his hand sliding up her leg and under her tennis skirt. Kelly didn't flinch to my amazement but I then began feeling his other hand slowly moving up my leg too. I had to move before he touched my panties and discovered my secret. Moving down his body, I started massaging Andy's legs. In my haste to get away from his hand I accidentally knocked the skimpy towel off of Andy's muscular ass. I gasped and bent down to pick it up but Andy gave me a, "It's cool baby, just leave it on the floor. Feels better this way." From my low vantage point I could also see up my wife's skirt and noticed that Andy was rubbing her wet panties with his fingers. Shocked, I looked up at Kelly only to see that devilish smile on her face and pure lust in her eyes. I didn't know if I should feel jealous or excited. Excitement was beginning to win over. She adjusted herself to be directly in front of Andy with her cleavage staring him in the face. He continued to feel her up under her skirt and I just worked away on his lower body. As I massaged his thighs, I could see Andy's cock growing between his legs. It moved snakelike down his leg getting fatter as it did. I had never seen one that big before. I guess there could be some truth to that old cliché. I was mesmerized by Andy's large tool and failed to notice Kelly just inches from my face. She could see it too and I was busted for staring at it. This was working to her pleasure as much as the hand moving more rapidly under her skirt. Kelly grinned ear to ear. I asked her very softly if his finger was inside her. She nodded 'yes' to me. She paused for second while her eyes were glued to mine then whispered, "Are you okay?" to me. She was obviously worried that I might be getting jealous. I was a bit but part of me wanted to see this all out and I found myself nodding back to her. Kelly smiled and pulled me closer to her and we shared a loving soul kiss. In our passionate embrace I failed to notice that my hands were now firmly on Andy's butt and I was giving his cheeks the full massage. Andy soon became aware of the girls kissing behind his back. He tried to turn himself over to get a better look. Kelly kindly moved herself so that Andy could get a better view. "Oh yah! That's what I'm talking about!" came his approval. "I love that! Do you ladies know how hot that looks?" Andy interjected but Kelly and I just kept making out. Her kiss was intense and I responded in kind. My feelings on everything up to that point were that it felt on the verge of getting way out of hand but Kelly seemed to know exactly what she was doing and everything was under control. Andy sat up and moved inches from our faces. "Mind if I join in?" he asked coyly. Kelly reacted by turning to him and planting her mouth on his. I had never seen my wife kiss another man before but it was very erotic. She had left her hand around my head and was stroking my hair for reassurance. It was an amazing site. Their skin contrast added to the visual stimulation as well. Their kiss was hot and heavy, with tongues rolling in and out of each other's mouth. I was drawn to it. Before I knew what was happening, Kelly broke her kiss with Andy and pushed my head towards his face. Suddenly I was lip to lip with my black, hunky tennis instructor. His tongue had soon entered my mouth and I almost instinctively started sucking on it. His kiss felt as good as it looked. Kelly didn't need to hold my head in place as I was soon giving as good as I was getting. It was only my second kiss with a man but already my instincts were feminine, responding softly and yielding my mouth. I was enjoying the kiss when I felt Andy's hand sliding down my back and grabbing a handful of my ass on the outside of my tennis skirt. As much as I hated to break the kiss, I jolted again to break his hold. I panicked and didn't know what to say. Andy had a disappointed look on his face. Kelly quickly interjected, "Oh, don't worry, Mary-Ann is not a prude, it's just her time of the month and she doesn't want anyone swimming in the red sea, if you get my drift." It was a good catch. Andy smiled and looked relieved at me. "That's cool baby, can I just touch your butt instead? I have dreaming about those sweet buns since I first saw you on the court today," Andy pleaded. I winked and took his hand and placed it back where it was on my ass and helped him give it a squeeze. It felt good. His hand was massive. I quickly looked down and noticed two other things; Andy's other hand was on Kelly's bare ass. Her white panties were now down around her ankles. The other was Andy's big cock was free and at full mast, standing ten inches from his lap. It was dark and meaty with a big angry head on it. It looked so powerful. Kelly ran a finger down its length and gently took hold of Andy's big bouncy balls. "You alright baby?" Andy asked. I raised an eyebrow and nodded. He pulled me to him again and I eagerly kissed his mouth. We frantically made out again, returning to the level of passion from only a few moments earlier. Andy continued to fondle my sweet ass. My eyes were closed as we kissed but I became aware of soft hair gliding across my arm that was resting on Andy's thigh. I looked down to see Kelly's head in Andy's lap. She was licking up and down his giant cock with her wet tongue making it glisten with her saliva. Andy moaned deeply. He was still sucking my lower lip while I watched my wife lick him like a lollipop. Kelly noticed me staring at her. Her green eyes were wide open with excitement. She smiled and opened her mouth wide devouring the head of Andy's cock. Andy reeled in ecstasy as he lay down on his back to enjoy this blowjob. Kelly choked half of Andy's rod into her throat. Her cheeks hollowed as she slowly sucked her way back up to the bulbous tip. Very slowly her mouth disengaged the wet shaft leaving a tiny trail of precum from the head to Kelly's lower lip. She again made intense eye contact with me. She crooked her finger to signal me to come closer. I moved closer so that my face was inches from hers with Andy's cock between us. Devilishly she whispered to me, "You want some of this?" while holding the massive prink an inch from my face. I was speechless and didn't know how to react. Part of me wanted to join in but was afraid to. I just stared with my jaw hanging open. Kelly could see I was mentally debating the issue and decided to help me choose by rubbing the gooey cock on my face. She glided it across my cheeks and my wet lips. As it passed I let my tongue have a lick. I closed my eyes slightly and gave Andy's prick a nice long tongue bath, licking from top to bottom and back up again. My tongue circled the dark coloured head lapping up the precum and Kelly's saliva. I was committed now and Kelly pulled the back of my head so that Andy's cock slid right into my mouth. My lips slid down around his delicious tool until the head lodged in my throat. I slowly sucked my way back up and off the cock. Kelly planted an open mouth kiss on me, licking the inside of my mouth. She was burning up. I could tell she was horny as hell. Andy was helping her along by finger fucking her with two fingers in her pussy and two in her asshole. She loved it. I was too and had to fight to keep my own erection from climbing out of my panties. I squeezed it between my thighs where it was kept still. Kelly and I kissed passionately sharing the flavours in our mouths until she broke it to return to sucking Andy's cock. She took up sucking the top part of his cock while I started licking the lower part of his shaft and sucking his big balls. His balls were neatly shaved and smooth. They were so big; I could barely fit one in my mouth. I back and forth tasted each one and licked that sweet spot at the base of cock that I loved having licked myself. Kelly then relinquished her monopoly on the head and I took over sucking it while she did some licking on the lower shaft. We continued to swap duties sharing equal time with the cock in our respective mouths. Sometimes between turns Kelly and I would share a little kiss and lick the precum from the other's tongue. Andy was in blowjob heaven, having his big black monster cock sucked by two hot babes. It was on one of Kelly's turns with Andy's dick in her mouth that it started to erupt. She was caught a bit off guard and her eyes opened wide. I could tell what was happening. She must have taken a healthy blast down her throat. Kelly pulled her lips off of the tip and a white salvo splashed across her lips and face. She aimed the cock at my waiting mouth and a blast hit my face before I could wrap my lips around it. Soon I felt shot after shot filling my mouth that I tried desperately to swallow. His sperm was hot and creamy. It tasted different than my own which had previously been my only sample. I must have looked like a real slut as I gulped down Andy's load. Kelly seemed to enjoy it and started cleaning my face with her tongue. When the flow of cum stopped I let the sticky cock fall from my lips and I started licking Kelly's face clean as she had done for me. We then shared a hot cummy kiss with a snowball of Andy's cream on our tongues. Tennis Anyone? I was so turned on by all this it was getting tougher to hide my excited member. Andy's hand was still squeezing my bum. I had to squirm to keep his fingers from locating it. Suddenly Kelly leaned closely to my ear and whispered urgently, " You have to fix your makeup!" I got up and sprinted to the bathroom, excusing myself as I ran, "Gotta pee!" Once inside the locked bathroom, I saw that my makeup was almost completely gone. It may have been sweat proof but it wasn't sperm proof. I got to work fixing it as best that I could. The eyes didn't need muck work, mostly the cheeks and the lips. I tried to do what Kelly had taught me and was soon looking like the very feminine Mary-Ann again. I was still hard as a rock and thought it might be a good opportunity to unload the burden. I dropped my panties and my painfully hard prick sprang up. In only a few short strokes my aching member was unleashing its pent up frustration. I felt a lot better after that and straightened my cloths out. Once I was convinced of my feminine allure once again, I sprayed a little more perfume on and returned to the room. What I saw as I walked back into the room almost made me blow my cover. Kelly was on her back, her feet high in the air over Andy's shoulders. Her top and bra were gone and her skirt was hiked up over her hips. Andy was on top ploughing into her moist pussy. Kelly's eyes were half closed as if in a trance. Her tits flopped up and down in rhythm with the thrusts of Andy's pelvis. I thought I had seen serious fucking before in porn movies but what I was watching put all that to shame. Andy drew his cock all the way out to the tip, then slammed all ten inches back in hard at a steady fast pace. His athletic prowess really showed as he gave Kelly the fuck of her life. The flexing of his well-developed ass cheeks and his long, thick shaft plunging in and out off of Kelly's helpless pussy mesmerized me. The sounds were very stimulating too with the slurping sound from Andy's cock pulling out, the slapping sound as his balls smacked her ass on the way back in, Andy's grunts and Kelly's panting and moaning. They were oblivious to my presence and it made me feel jealous that I wasn't involved. It was half, my wife being fucked by another man and half; I wish it were me getting fucked like that. Kelly looked as if she was very close to another orgasm from the drilling she was receiving and I got a little closer. She sensed my presence and suddenly pulled me closer and locked her lips on my mouth. Her kiss was hard and forceful as I felt her entire body tense in orgasmic bliss. Andy's cock continued to slam into her for a few minutes while she came and came again. Finally, Kelly broke for some air, her chest heaving and panting. She squirmed up the bed, to slip out from under Andy. Her body glistened with sweat and her hair was drenched as well. Andy had not come yet and he knelt on the bed with his massive boner standing in front of him all shiny with Kelly's love juices. He was slowly stroking it with his hand. I salivated looking at it and instinctively lowered my face until my ruby lips had wrapped around his cock. I loved the mixed flavour of man and woman. I gave it a fastidious tongue bath. Andy wanted something more however; he pulled my face from his prick and up to his mouth. He kissed me passionately, which surprised me judging from where my mouth just was. The kiss was hot but gentle and loving. "You want some of that too? Just like your girlfriend," Andy inquired softly. Had he forgot? I hesitated but softly replied, "I can't do that right now, remember?" He answered back as he fondled my bum, "How about back here? You like back door lovin' girl?" I was silent for a moment as I prospected the image in my head. He kept prying, "I've been dreaming of this sweet bottom all day since I first saw you on the court." I was melting at his sexy words and soft but firm touch. I had to reluctantly stop him before it got out of hand. "I don't think it's a good idea, sorry baby," I finally answered. Andy whispered into my ear, "I have to let you in on a secret of mine." I curiously leaned back to hear him out. He started, "I remember seeing this good looking couple this morning in the spa, husband and wife, the guy was thin and had a clean shaven body, kind of feminine I thought." "The pretty wife was this hot little woman right here," he added pointing to Kelly. "So, when I saw the same woman on the tennis court this afternoon with a hottie girlfriend instead of her husband I got thinking about it. Could it be possible that the girlfriend is actually the husband with women's cloths, a wig and some makeup?" he asked with a sly, devilish grin. It appeared that he knew it all along and before I could say anything, Andy had slipped his hand inside my panties and was touching my cock. I was frightened and in a panic. I wanted to run away and cry. Andy held on to me and calmly got me to settle down by holding me close and reassuring me. I really felt more like a girl at that moment than any other. As he brushed his hand along my hair he looked me in the eyes again asking, "So now that the cat is out of the bag, what do you say? Ready for some of that back door lovin'?" I was still hesitant and started shaking my head "no" but Kelly had just clued in and propped herself up to answer for me, "Don't lie you fucking slut, you love getting fucked in the ass!" She was referring to our private sessions with Mr. Big of course. Soon she helping me out of my panties and I let her take them off. It felt very weird to have my erect dick dangling free under my pink tennis skirt. I was being positioned by both of them so that I was on my elbows and knees and my butt pointed lewdly up in the air. Andy moved in behind me between my legs. His fat cock felt like a lead pipe as it rested between my smooth ass cheeks. His fingers found there way to my mouth. I knew what to do and made sure to get them soaking wet with saliva. Andy withdrew them and soon I felt his digits playing with my tiny ass hole. He worked the saliva in slowly and I began feeling ready for something bigger. Kelly was back there, using her mouth to lubricate Andy's cock even more. I had begun breathing deeply, knowing how it helped ease the pain of insertion. I found myself grinding my butt back against Andy's knuckles. Andy knew I was ready and he placed the head of his fat cock against my slightly dilated sphincter. There is no lying about it; it hurt even though he was pushing very slowly. He had obviously busted a few asses in his day. Slowly I was impaled onto his cock. It took several minutes of sharp pain before my rectum was full of meat. I continued to breath long and deep to ease the pain and tried to distract my mind from it by imagining how hot I looked getting fucked by this ebony god. Suddenly, I was treated to a new feeling I was not expecting. Kelly's hot, wet tongue was licking my dangling 'clit'. She had crawled under me and placed her face right where the action was. The pleasure I was feeling distracted me enough until I felt Andy's balls touching mine indicating that his ten inch cock was fully home. The pain was subsiding and Kelly's cock sucking was making me forget any of the pain at all. Andy drew back all the way to the head, then eased back inside my bum all the way again. I let out a moan of approval. It felt great. Andy nuzzled my neck moaned too as he started a slow rhythmic pumping in and out of my ass. Kelly was enjoying the close up show and showed her appreciation with a stellar blowjob. Andy picked up the pace a bit. I found myself grunting, "Yes, fuck me harder, fuck me faster, I love it!" Andy obliged me and began giving it to me hammer and tongs. He held tightly onto my hips and really worked my tight little hole. I was soon getting fucked with the same fury that he gave Kelly. I was in so much pleasure I couldn't hold back my orgasm for very long and I unleashed a torrent into Kelly's waiting mouth. She quickly pulled off and brought her mouth up to mine so that we could again share a nice hot and sticky snowball kiss. We swapped my cum back and forth which provided enough amusement to Andy that he slammed his cock into my ass balls deep and let go another gusher of his own. My rectum filled with his salty fluid. We all were breathing heavy and took a few minutes to come down. Andy then knelt in front of me so that I could lick his cock clean. While I performed that duty, Kelly got behind me and licked my ass inside and out. Everyone was pretty spent and Andy eventually excused himself, leaving the room after giving both Kelly and I a kiss. After a quick post-coital nap, I jumped in the shower with Kelly. I asked her what she felt like doing for an encore. She told me that she had already made plans. I was anxious to hear them but I was surprised to hear that I would not be involved in them. Apparently, while in the spa earlier, she had made a new friend. The masseuse she had, Amy, a late thirties blond woman, made a move on her with hands, venturing into private territory. Kelly had told her that she would meet her here in our room later. The problem was that Amy was only interested in Kelly one on one. Kelly had wanted to try sex with a woman for a while but never had the opportunity. Dressing me up had been a substitute for the real thing. I was feeling disappointed about being left out and replaced but Kelly assured me that I wasn't being replaced. This was a one in lifetime chance for her and I wouldn't stand in her way. She also told me that she would tape the tryst for me so I could watch it after. I hoped that I had brought enough blank tapes. Now I had to figure out what to do myself. I was feeling very confident about my ability to pass as a woman and was confidant enough to try something more. I told Kelly that while she was entertaining her masseuse Amy, Mary-Ann would make a solo trip to the cocktail lounge. I rummaged through the items of clothing in the second suitcase and selected some choice items. I started with a black garter belt and black fishnet stockings. Next were black thong panties and a black corset. I selected a silk red Chinese jacket that had dragons embroidered on it. It matched the cocksucker red lipstick, and nail polish I was wearing. The collar was high, the sleeves short and the fit was very snug but it looked fantastic with my black hair. I selected a way too short black leather mini skirt that had a little slit over one thigh and a pair of paten red platform stripper shoes. I added the appropriate gold accessories and black choker to complete the look. After I had finished dressing and finishing my makeup and hair, I modelled for Kelly. "So, how do I look?" I asked. "Like a hooker!" Kelly replied with an expression of disbelief on her face. I smiled proudly, "Good! That's the look I'm going for." Kelly and I wished each other luck and I ventured off on my own as Mary-Ann to the hotel lounge. Not surprising, I was greeted with many glances and shocked expressions as I entered. After getting myself a Cosmo, I was again told that it was taken care of. The bartender pointed out the same group of gentlemen from the previous night. I smiled and seductively sauntered over to their booth to join them. They were all in agreement that I looked fantastic. I always knew women dressed too conservatively. One of them asked where my friend was in reference to Kelly. "Back in the room with a migraine I'm afraid," I said. "Looks like you will have to settle for just little ol' me tonight." They didn't seem too put out by that and Brian was first to drag me to the dance floor. As I danced with Brian he aggressively fondled my very popular ass. He pressed his body close and I could feel his bulge rubbing against me. After that dance, Richard took his place. The story was the same as it was with Martin and David who fallowed, each feeling up my ass and rubbing themselves against me. At the end of each song they would give me a little kiss. After they had all had one dance, they rotated through again. The story was the same with the addition of some kisses on the neck and cheek. It was definitely getting steamier. All four of the men seems very interested in me and my early departure from the night before appeared to be forgiven. The dancing was tiring so I took a break for a drink. Soon Brian was bugging me to go back to the dance floor with him. My feet were really killing me in those shoes. I didn't want to be a party pooper again so I jokingly asked, "How about a nice lap dance instead?" Brian's eyes lit up. "Sure, great idea!" he spouted. What had I got myself into? Brian pats his lap indicating for me to sit down. I carefully sat on his lap keeping my knees together so that my male parts were safely between my thighs out of any possible contact. Right away, I could feel Brian's erection through his wool pants and my leather skirt. The other four gentlemen watched intently as I began moving my hips in time to the music, grinding on Brian's lap. The tablecloth hid everything happening below the waistline from view of other patrons and the staff. Brian began feeling me up all over my legs. I had to divert his hands from my inner thighs a couple times. I took hold of them and moved them to my boobs. He enjoyed the feel of my fake tits. The silicone gel made them very realistic to the touch. My silk top provided a good shield from his curious hands. It began to get very erotic and my bum was feeling hungry again. I then did something that still amazes me. Right there, at the table, surrounded by people, I reached back and unzipped Andy's fly. I reached inside and pulled out his stiff member. I pulled out a small bottle of hand cream from my purse and put some in my palm. I rubbed it up and down the shaft of Brian's cock. My skirt was so short that I only needed to slide my panties an inch to the side to expose my asshole. I positioned his cock at the entrance to my tunnel and eased myself down on it. The fucking that I had taken earlier from Andy made it not too difficult to insert. I was still tight enough and hot enough to make Brian groan with pleasure. "Am I in your ass sweetheart?" Brian whispered to me. I nodded. "God damn! I've never done that before," he added. I tried to move my hips and flex my ass cheeks just enough to not create a scene but still stimulate the cock inside me. It was working and in short order Brian was filling my bum with his liquid love. I was ready to excuse myself but David, sitting next to us, had already taken out his big cock and was pulling me to his lap. I repeated the lap dance, getting my bum fucked again as I ended up doing for all four of the men. During my last lap dance with Martin, I felt Richard slipping something into the top of my stocking. I didn't bother checking to see what it was at the time. By the time Martin at the end of the line was finished blasting his cum inside my worn out rectum the bouncer of the club was standing next to the table. The large, muscle bound man did not looked pleased. "Ma'am, I'm afraid I am going to have to ask you to leave," the bouncer, with his chiselled face framed by a brush cut, informed me. He must have thought I was a hooker. The guys looked a bit embarrassed and quickly scattered from the bar. The bouncer escorted me out the back way so not to disturb the other guests. As we stepped outside into the back alley the burly man said, "Sorry lady, not my idea, the manager made me do it. It looked like a lot a fun to me. No hard feelings hon?" He was smiling. I smiled back and grabbed hold of his crotch. His cock was already stiff as iron. "Well, at least one hard feeling," I answered. He paused, and then undid his pants, releasing his tool. "Ok lady, make it quick, I gotta be back before I get in shit," he told me very business like. Suddenly, I was a whore. I found myself kneeling in the dirty ally, giving a blowjob to this guy who just threw me out of the club. There was no romance involved. He held my head in place and fucked my face as fast as he could. He took fast hard stokes at my mouth. I was choking on many of the thrusts but he didn't care. In five minutes he spurted his load down my throat. He didn't give me any choice about swallowing or not. He had a firm grip on my head as his balls pressed against my chin. It all went down. Then he was gone, back into the bar. I was still kneeling there, catching my breath. I felt so cheap, but only for a minute. I found the item that had been slipped into my stocking. It was a roll bills adding up to five hundred bucks. "So, I'm a whore!" I announced to Kelly as I entered the room. Kelly's date had left a little earlier. My wife was lying on the bed, wearing a tiny black teddy, waiting for my return. She demanded to know the details and I told her everything. She was excited to hear about it and when my story was over she told me to climb on top of her and sit on her face. Kelly eagerly ate my ass out for the next hour while I watched the video of her and Amy making love. The next morning we agreed that things had got out of hand and we needed to take a step back. We didn't have any more excitement like that for the rest of our trip. When we got home we decided to go back to our one night a month theme night but we added another day to our monthly rotation. We haven't got a name for it, but I dress up as slutty as possible, Kelly takes me down town and drops me off in party district while she heads to local 'ladies only' club. The next day we share the details of our respective adventures and add up the money I come home with. Tennis Anyone? "So, what are your plans this afternoon while I am in my meeting?" you ask as I watch you putting on the tie I gave you. "Actually, there are some gorgeous tennis courts so I am going to rent a racket and have a lesson." You stop, mid "rabbit-around-the-tree" and look over at me with a very amusing look. "Really, didn't know you played?" "I do and you never asked." I smile. "I played on my junior and senior first doubles team. I was pretty good, too." I stand and slip between the hotel marble top sink and your body; straightening your tie. "I bet you were but in my younger days, I would have waxed your ass on the court." You don't find my smug little laugh at all entertaining but you know I am teasing you. My voice a whisper, "You can still wax my ass honey, just not on the court anymore." Our gaze meets and there is an instant exchange of flamed heat at my statement. We stare at each other. Teasing. Defiant. Dominant. Daring each other. "Did I ever mention how much I love you in a tie?" my voice teasing. "No, I don't think you have." "Well then, no reason to start now." Winking, I brush the tip of my nose to yours. I slip past you only to get a smack on the ass as I leave the bathroom. I grab my gear to head out the room, "See you for dinner at 7 pm, right?" "Sharp, don't be late." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Have a good time!" I leave the room smiling and head to the courts. It's around four and I figure I have plenty of time. Your meeting was later than expected so we made reservations for a late dinner. It was supposed to be a short trip for you but when you emailed and asked if I might be able to join you, I jumped at the chance for a little "R&R". And when I read about the hotel, I just couldn't resist and you decided to stay an extra day. Giving new meaning to 5 stars, the accommodations were spectacular. Everything, anyone could ask for with impeccable first class service. Between the pool, spa, tennis courts and golf course I didn't know what to do first. It had been a fabulous day. A golf lesson in the morning then lunch by the waterfall pool and then the spa. I was feeling almost guilty that you were working so hard in all those boring meetings...yawn! My last pleasure of the day was going for a round of tennis at the courts. I had seen the instructor earlier and he was model perfect so I couldn't resist, if only to admire from afar. My true interests may lie solely with you but that didn't mean I didn't know another great ass when I saw one. It felt great to get out on the clay. The sun was warm but not hot. A cool breeze came off the nearby shore. I knew the moment I met Alex, the tennis pro, that he would probably be more interested in you than me but he was easy on the eyes, fun to chat with and an excellent coach. The lesson was winding down and we decided to play a friendly game. It was then that you came looking for me. I hadn't even notice you take a seat on my side of the court. My outfit caught your eye. The pink tank hugged my tits and the short white tennis skirt showed off my legs. You smiled at seeing my pink Yankees cap; hair pulled through the back. At least I looked like I could play and you knew my motto, it's not how you play the game but how you look while playing it. It surprised you how young I looked and if you could admit it, that turned you on. Watching me serve, you are again surprised that I play well but what really grab your attention was how my skirt flew up just enough to offer a tantalizing view of the rounded curves of my heart shaped ass. Your cock was getting hard, thinking about getting under that skirt and knowing in a few hours, you no doubt would. Hearing me laugh, you are shaken from your little fantasy to look up and see me at the net chatting with the instructor. I turn to see you just then as he points in your direction. I wave and turn back to shake Alex's hand, thanking him for the lesson and game. He leaves as I turn to walk towards you. I notice your tie is undone as well as the top button of your cobalt blue shirt. The sleeves rolled up, you can't begin to know how sexy it makes you look. When I am close to you, although I can't see those baby blues behind the sunglasses I can feel you looking at my legs. I smile and stop right before you putting my racket behind me and looking down at you. "How long were you watching?" "Long enough," you reach out to flip up my skirt, "what are you wearing under there?" I playfully smack your hand away. "Naughty boy, someone might see you!" I walk to the locker room entrance, hearing you behind me. My hands on the door, I turn back saying, "Wouldn't you like to know." I see you look around and notice that the place is all but empty. Your hand reaches past me to push the door open. Your other hand goes to my waist. "I plan on finding out." And you flash me a devastating smile. I start to giggle. "You can't come in here; it's the girl's locker room." I turn to face you, my hand on your chest playfully holding you back. "Nobody's here." I am walking backwards but looking to find my locker. It's in a very small secluded area of the richly appointed room. Dark woods and brass fixtures adorn almost ever surface. When I find my locker, I push you against it. I can smell Grey Flannel and my hesitation vanishes. Before you can think, you feel the slide of my thumb across your bottom lip. Instinctively, your lips part and your tongue licks out, enticing me inside. You watch me...watching you, suck my thumb. Slowly. Deliberately. Hungrily. I slide out of your mouth and trail wetness across your jaw and down your throat, my hand curling around the back. You toss your sunglasses to the floor. "You want me, don't you?" my tone commanding and rhetorical. Your breathless 'yes' is not enough. I wedge your thigh between my legs; straddling you, then press downward grinding my already dripping wet pussy against you. The lace edged boy shorts doing nothing to lessen the physical onslaught of your body against me. Your free hand pulls my thigh higher up and around you. I gasp not even realizing how quickly you can take me higher. My hand stills at your throat roughly pulling your head to the side exposing inches of silky neck and that spot of creamy skin at the base of your throat that drives me nuts. The caress of my sweet breath mingled with the skillful tip of my tongue almost has you begging. You know by now, it's your voice and words that do me in, "Say it. Say you want me." "I want you," my voice a delicious purr. "Say please." Both slightly drunk at the naughty thought of being caught, I grab your belt and pull you towards me as I sit on one of the benches. Looking up at you, I stroke my hand up your hard cock through your trousers. Quickly undoing your belt, I look up at you with my big brown eyes and whisper, "Pretty please?" You pull off my hat and my hair falls down around my face. Grabbing a fistful and pulling backwards you force me to look at you, "That's better baby." I slowly drag the zipper down, the grating sound filling the quiet room. Reaching inside I expose your perfect cock. A groan escapes my lips at seeing 'him' set free. "Mmmm, I missed you, baby." First licking my lips and then immediately take your whole cock in my warm mouth. My hand encircles the base as I pull back to the tip. Popping it from my mouth, I lean back again looking up at you. The site is one you love, not necessarily of me but of a woman, your cock in her hand, her lips open and waiting to blow you. "What do you want?" "You know exactly what I want." "I do but you know I get off on hearing you saying it." "What? That I want you to suck my dick? Is that what you want to hear?" "MMmm, fuck yes. There's just something about me getting you to say it that turns me on." But if we are going to do this, then I want it to be extra special. Lying back on the bench, I make sure my head is almost hanging over the edge. "Come here." I growl. Grabbing the waistband of your trousers and pulling you to stand at the end of the bench near my head. You move to almost straddle my face. I take your hard cock in my hand. I let my head fall back all the way and you groan when you realize what I am positioning myself to do. As quickly as you can, you unbutton your shirt and drop your trousers to the floor so nothing is in our way. "I don't just want to suck your cock, baby. I want you to fuck my throat. Just like you fucked my cunt last night." I lick and suck your head. "Just like you fucked my ass, this morning." Then looking straight into your eyes, I kiss the tip making sure to glide the tip of my tongue along the slit in your head begging, "Make me gag on your cock, baby." You groan and slide deep into my mouth. You can feel the back of my throat. "Fuck, open up honey, all the way." You feel my throat swallow and relax. And then slowly, inch by inch you slide into my throat. Leaning in to me, you start a languorous fuck. You brace one hand between my legs on the bench and reach down to hold the back of my neck with the other, not believing you are actually doing this. When you look down you swear you can see your cock bulging in and out of my throat. "You are so close to making me cum." You stand back up to enjoy the full view. "Show me that pussy. I want to see how wet you are for me." Still trying to keep you in my mouth, I lift my ass, reach up under my skirt and slide my panties off, tossing them across the room. You grab my ankles and spread my legs wide open. Wanting a better view you bend my legs back towards you angling my pussy up so you have an excellent view of how wet I am. You watch as I rub my clit, slipping fingers in and out...making my cunt wetter. "Spank your pussy, baby, make yourself cum for me." The wet slapping echoes around us, the sound so erotic. You can tell by my moaning and squirming I am close. Releasing one ankle you plunge two, then three fingers deep inside me as I work my clit. Your finger fuck rockets me over the edge. You make me cum for you my body arching, writhing before you. The site of my cream against my dark skin proves your undoing coupled with watching me cum and literally feeling how hot I am. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" Your hips drive your cock into my throat and you feel me almost gagging. Then you explode...right down my throat. Quickly sliding out, you hear my gasps for breath. Squatting down next to me, you whisper in my ear, "I'm so sorry if I hurt you but that was fucking amazing." You playfully add, "You slut, where the fuck did you learn to do that." Sitting up and gingerly wiping my mouth, you move next to me facing the opposite direction. "That's god given talent, honey." I wink at you. You glance at your watch. "Now you've made us late for dinner." Your smile, teasing. "I'm heading to the room to change." You clear your throat. "I brought my things here so I will shower and meet you at the bar in 15?" "Deal." Just then we hear someone enter the far side of the locker room. "Miss, are you still here?" I giggle again covering my mouth. "Yes, I'll be gone in a few minutes." We both share a secret smile. You kiss my cheek and head out the way we came in knowing I am checking out your ass as you peek out to make sure the coast is clear. I quickly gather my things and head for the shower and get changed in record time wanting to beat you to the bar. You head back to the room, freshen up and make some calls. You assume I will be late and arrive 5 minutes later than we agreed. As you walk into the bar to take a seat and wait for me, you notice me already there. Well, you notice my backless black dress and the three unmistakable signs that it is me you are seeing. You can't believe I beat you to the bar but when I turn to see you, the thought that you are too old for this shit flashes through your mind. My sexy little black dress and heels leaves no doubt that I am wearing nothing underneath. I get up and walk straight to you. "Our table is ready." As we turn to walk to the hostess, your hand moves to the small of my back. You lean down and whisper, "You're trying to kill me aren't you?" "I guess that means you like the dress?" "The dress and what's not under it." "Well, then, don't worry, I am not trying that hard." I smile the whole way to the table knowing dinner is just the warm-up. Match point. Tennis Anyone? Tennis was and is my first love. My name is Ray Bonds. I am the ideal height for a tennis player. At six foot three and one hundred ninety five pounds, I am packing no body fat. I like to play every day and today I was headed for the country club. I tossed my racket in the backseat and headed for the tennis courts. When I got there, only two people were playing, leaving nine open courts. Not seeing anyone else around, I went into the clubhouse. There were three people at the bar sipping mixed drinks and not really in shape to play. It looked like they had been there for hours. I angrily stomped back out onto the courts to await my next victim. Ten minutes later, my sister's car pulled into the parking lot and discharged three young women, my sister, a redhead and a blonde. My sister's name is Sharon. She is five foot four and a hundred and fifteen well-distributed pounds. Coal black shoulder length hair, bright green eyes and a killer body complete the picture. "Hi sis, how about a couple of sets?" I begged. "Not with you. You never lose. We don't want to play." "Aw, come on. I'll go easy on you. I need the practice." "Last time you hit me with one of your supersonic serves and it took a week for the swelling to go away." "I won't hurt you. I'll serve underhand. I've got to play some so I won't lose my edge. The rest of the team went to the lake. What a bunch of slackers! Now I'm stuck here with three little girls and three little drunks." "Little girls? Are you calling us little girls? We're young women." "No, you're little girls, afraid of the big, bad brother." She was really pissed off. "Okay chump. I'll play two sets, but that's it." "How about your little friends? Are they afraid too?" "We're definitely not afraid of you, punk. I can't wait for my turn!" yelled the redhead. "Yeah, we're gonna kick your ass!" agreed the blonde. As the south state college champ, I easily wore all three of them to a frazzle. They were sitting beside the court puffing and panting. "Who's up for a hot tub?" I cheerfully asked. All three held up their hands. "Follow me!" I got in my car and headed back to the house. As you may have surmised, my family is wealthy. My father had never had to work and I figured I would do what he was doing, that is running around the world and having fun. My sister figured to do what her mother did which was run around the world spending. This month they were in Rio. I got to the house well ahead of the girls and got the hot tub ready. It was a big tub with plenty of room for eight or ten people. I pulled off my clothes and got into the hot water nude. The jets hid just about everything and I like the feel of the rushing water on my skin. I was just settling in when the girls arrived. All three of them came to the tub and looked in. "Eww, I don't think he's got a suit on," the redhead remarked. "He's always like that," my sister informed them. "This is a clothing optional tub. I plan on getting naked myself. You guys can do what you want." "Damn," said the blonde. "Are you really gonna get in the tub nude with your brother?" "Yes and I suggest that you do the same. You don't want to be party poopers do you?" The blonde and the redhead looked at each other, shrugged their collective shoulders and stripped. The redhead had freckles all the way to her belly button. The blonde had big, big tits. All three of them got in the water. It took them a while to relax. I guess they thought I was going to jump right on them. After a little while they began to loosen up, giggling and laughing. My sister said, "You know this isn't really fair. You got to see all of us naked and all we've seen is your head. I think you should show us your package, don't you girls?" The other two girls were nodding in agreement. "Come on, don't be chicken!" they chorused. I stood up slowly for full effect. The water had shrunk my cock, but even in its shriveled state it was apparent that I was well endowed. "Well, now that we've all been naked together, why don't you introduce me to your friends?" I asked. "Oops, I completely forgot! This is Sherry," she said indicating the red head, "and this is Kelly," she pointed to the blonde. As I slowly slipped back under the water I noticed that all eyes, including my sister's were staring at my cock. "I feel kind of lonely," I whined in my best 'little boy' voice. "Don't pay any attention to him. He just wants to feel you up," my sister squealed. "Be nice, I won't leave you out. I just need a little lovin'." "Hah, I'll bet you do. You feed that monster of yours a steady diet of coeds. It must be near feeding time." The other two girls giggled and blushed. "Maybe we wouldn't mind being felt up," said the blonde. "Yeah, "agreed the redhead, "it might be fun." "You'll be sorry," my sister said. "He takes no prisoners." "How would you know?" Kelly asked. It was Sharon's turn to blush. "Well, I don't know first hand, but I've heard rumors," She mumbled. Sherry slid over next to me and I put my arm around her shoulders. I could feel her hand on my thigh, creeping toward my crotch. "Sherry! What are you doing?" my sister demanded. "Well, since he's gonna feel us up anyway, I thought I might get a head start." He hand gripped my flaccid cock. It started to slowly swell. "OOooo! It gets really big!" Sherry excitedly cried. "Let me see!" cried Kelly as she slid over to my other side and grabbed my cock, which by now had plenty of room for two sets of hands. "You guys are disgusting," Sharon said. "Come on over here and rub the end of it," Sherry giggled. "We could make him cum." Sharon shrugged her shoulders and slid across the tub in between my knees. For the first time I felt my sister's hand on my dick. She was feeling the hole in the end. It was killing me. "Let's fuck him!" yelped Sherry. "Yeah, let's fuck him," Kelly agreed. My sister backed off as Sherry straddled me and slid my cock into her hole. I could tell from the size of her pussy that she was no stranger to pleasures of the flesh. But at least it was a pussy, and I do love pussy. Despite her size, I bottomed out in her, apparently invading new territory. She wiggled and shook, squeezing my cock with her pussy. "Oh God, it's so long," she groaned. She was cumming on my cock. A few more little twitches and she floated off. "You've got to try this Kelly. It'll reach your throat!" Kelly took her place on my dick. She was much tighter than Sherry. Her main attraction was her giant tits. I have no idea about their size, but I know they are big. I played with her nipples as she bounced up and down on my dong. Pretty soon she was panting and holding me tight. She screamed as she came, wildly thrashing around. I felt her departing pussy give my dick a little farewell squeeze as she floated away. "Wow, that was great," Kelly said, "You should try it Sharon." "I can't do that. He's my brother. Right now I don't think I like him very much. He just fucked my two newest friends." "You weren't bitching when you rubbed his cock. How did it feel?" Sharon groaned and got out of the hot tub. I stared at her perfect body and wondered how many men had had the privilege of seeing her this way. The other girls got out and followed her into the shower room. I stayed in the hot tub. Thirty minutes later the girls, fully dressed, came out to say goodbye. "I'm taking them home now. I'll be back in an hour," Sharon informed me. "Goodbye Ray. It was really nice meeting you. Maybe we can get together again sometime," said Kelly. "Yeah, it was fun. Bye," Sherry winked at me. The girls left. What they left was me with a hardon. Since I don't like to jack off, I got dressed and went to my bedroom to make some phone calls. Rats! All my regular pussy was either not home or had plans. I stripped back down to my boxers and sat at my computer desk. I called up my favorite porn site and fished my cock out of my shorts. I was stroking it slowly when I heard someone come into my bedroom. I looked around and there was my sister staring at me with my cock in my hand. "God, don't you ever get enough?" she whined. "I didn't even get off with your friends. My nuts ache. What am I supposed to do?" I thought she would turn and run but instead she walked across the room and stood beside me, staring at my cock the whole time. "I got so hot watching you fuck my friends. I saw your lovely big cock and I was jealous." She reached down and held it gently between her fingers. "Take off your shorts," she grunted. I stood up and dropped my underwear. It was like I was in a trance. I watched as she slowly stripped her clothes off. She blushed and hugged me when she was completely naked. "We can't do this. You're my sister," I said, feeling my cock harden against her tummy. She gently stroked my meat. "I want to know what it's all about. I want to know why everybody just has to have sex. I want to do what those girls did to you." "You're a virgin?" I asked in disbelief. "How far have you gone?" I couldn't believe that my killer sister had survived this long in this environment. She was twenty, for Christ's sake! "I let a boy touch my boobs one time in high school, but it didn't feel good and he wanted to put his hands all over me so I ran away. I have never even masturbated. I'm afraid of all this sex stuff, but my friends looked like they were having a really good time. I want to have a good time too. All the way to their houses all they could talk about was you and your big cock." "Sharon, I love you a lot. You are the hottest girl I've ever seen, but I don't want to do this if it will make you sad or uncomfortable. I know I've got a reputation, but I've also got a heart. If you have any doubts, get your clothes on and go." She reached up, grabbed my head and kissed me. Her lips parted and her tongue slipped into my mouth. "What do you think of that?" she asked. I picked her up and carried her to my bed. I lay beside her, petting her body and pulling at her nipples. When I touched them, they grew hard and she moaned softly into my neck. I kissed her hard then, my tongue in her mouth, hers in mine. I sucked on her tongue. My fingers found her slit and I rubbed the extra juicy little lips. "I'm gonna show you some things I didn't show the other girls," I told her. "This won't hurt, will it?" "Oh no, sis. You're gonna feel better than you ever have in your whole life. I released her lips and kissed her neck. I found her nipples and sucked them into my moth one at a time. I squeezed her breasts hard, but not hard enough to hurt. She thrust her hips off the bed when I reamed her belly button. "That is so good. Please don't stop." I kissed my way down to her sopping twat. Her aroma drove me crazy. I loved the smell of her fresh, virgin pussy. "What are you going to do?" she whispered. "I'm gonna eat your pussy. Open your legs." Her legs parted giving me access to the gates of paradise. I licked her slit from bottom to top. "Eww, Ooohhh, Ahhh," she moaned. "I didn't know that boys kissed girls on their pussies." "I am going to do more than just kiss it. I'm going to make it my own." I thrust my tongue into her virgin hole and slurped up all the juice I could. I slipped up to her clit. When I took it into my lips, she bucked hard. Her little feet beat a tattoo on my back. I licked her clit gently as she tossed and turned under me. "Oh, God!! What's happening to me? I feel like I'm coming apart. Ooohhhh!!" She came just as I shoved my finger into her cunt. I could feel her cherry lurking within. "What happened?" she whined. "You just had an orgasm. You will have more." "It felt so good I thought I was going to pass out. Do it some more!" I was thrusting my finger in and out as I sucked her clit into my lips again and stroked the tip with my tongue. She again came on my face. I couldn't get enough of her juice. I slid up her body and held her tightly as she quivered in my arms. I rubbed my body on hers so she could feel the hairs grind into her chest. "That is so sexy! I love the feel of your body on mine. Are you going to fuck me now?" "Are you sure? I don't want any regrets." "Yes, I want the whole enchilada. Fuck me now. Take my cherry. Make me your slut!" I got between her legs and placed the end of my cock at her entrance. "Last chance," I whispered. "Do it now. I know it will hurt, but do it now. Give me all your cock." I parted her outer lips and slid into her barrier. She felt me bump it and stop. "Break it! Make me a woman!" I plunged through her thin membrane and into her soul. A couple of tears slid down her cheeks and I licked them off. She looked down to the place where my cock entered her. Her pussy was distended around my shaft. A smear of blood was on top of my dick. "It feels much better now. Make love to me." I thrust gently in and out of her steaming hot box. My cock was throbbing in time with my heartbeat. "I can feel your heart through your cock. It's so sexy. We are one now. Fuck me faster." I stepped up the pace knowing I wouldn't last long and hoping she wouldn't either. As my strokes became more frantic and erratic, her hips pumped up and down to meet me. "I'm cumming again," she shouted. "Me too," I answered and squirted a full load of cum into her hot snatch. "I can feel you cumming in me! It is so hot and gooey. I love it. You've got to do this to me a lot more!" "Don't worry sis. I have a feeling that I'll be fucking you exclusively. All I want now is your tight little pussy." "I love you Ray. Make love to me forever." "Okay." Tennis Anyone "Don't move it." She said and began to massage her clit in earnest. Within a minute, she was moving her hips slowly while groaning and moaning. "Yeah, baby...that feels so good...I am so full." She kept up. I could see her body was tensing, and decided to rotate the racquet head a full 360 degrees. "Oh, oh! Keep doing that...it feels so different, and goooooddd..." she said through gritted teeth. With an arch of her back and a scream, she came, but she continued to rub herself and came again within seconds of the first one. "Pull it out slowly." She whispered. I did and she collapsed on the court. "That beats a handshake at the end of a match any day." She said. "That is for sure." I responded. "You want to play again next weekend?" she said with a smile. "It would be my pleasure." I said. "I could become a real fan of playing this game ya know? An who knows, I might even become pretty good given this kind of tournament format."