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Sally

By: anon56212001



September, 2002

If anyone would have told me three months ago that I would be having sex with my wife's 65 year old Grandmother, Sally, I would have laughed in their face. The fact is not only am I doing it , but to be honest with you I'm enjoying the hell out of it. Simply stated the old gal is twice as good in bed as her 30 year old granddaughter.

Here's the story on age: Sally married my wife's grandfather at 15 and my mother was born when she was 16. My mother-in-law married at 18 and had my wife at 19. Sally is 65, my mother-in-law is 49 and my wife is 30. I am 31 and my wife and I have been married for 10 years.

For the first 10 years I knew Sally, I saw her about once or twice a month and she was just a typical grandmother fussing over everyone and cooking all the holiday meals, just the sort of thing a grandmother is supposed to do. Aside from an occasional peck on the cheek when we were leaving her house, there was nothing to tip me off that this woman was a wildcat.

Sally has long gray hair which she typically wears in a bun or just pinned up out of the way. She is really kind of matronly in the way she dresses. I never saw her in anything but a plain cotton house dress or dressed in a dark suit at holiday's or family functions. Nothing about the lady was flashy or revealing. She was an older lady in every way, slightly heavy with big hips and large breasts. She weighs about 170 pounds and is about 5' 4" tall. Hell, she looks like a grandmother.

Last year, my wife's grandfather retired after surgery for a prostate problem followed shortly thereafter by a heart by-pass. They sold their house in town and bought a smaller house at a lake about 75 miles from town. Gramps continued to work a little on a consulting basis for the engineering company he spent 30 years working for. 

Gramps spent a lot of time fishing when he wasn't at the local VFW hall cooking for everyone or just getting drunk. Sally spent her time working around the house and as a part-time greeter at a local discount store. At Christmas last year, Gramps invited me down to go fishing with him in the spring. Hell, he insisted I come down as soon as it warmed up.

The wife and I made our first visit to the lake one weekend in late April. Gramps and I fished early the first morning and I was hooked. I had never been much of a fisherman before, but when you really catch a lot of fish, it becomes a passion real quick. The wife and I went again in the middle of May and I mentioned to Gramps that I was going on vacation in early June. He insisted I come down and fish with him for a few days. Oh and by the way, I could help him paint the trim on the house while I was there.

I arrived at the lake mid-morning on Monday to spend 4 days of my vacation fishing in the mornings and painting trim in the afternoon. When I got there Gramps informed me he had to go out of town for three days on a consulting job that had just come up. He had to leave for the airport about 3pm because he needed to be onsite in the morning. Sally was at work today, but would be home about 5pm. We visited for a while and he showed me the paint and supplies to use on the house and went over the painting job in great detail before he left for the airport. 

I decided I would go ahead and wash the house that afternoon so I could start painting in the morning. I dug around in my suitcase and found a pair of gray cotton athletic shorts I normally slept in and decided to wear them and a tee shirt since I was going to get soaked. After 5 minutes of washing the house I was soaking wet. I was so wet that my jockey shorts were beginning to slide off me. Even though there was no house in sight, I ducked behind a tree and pulled the jockey shorts off and went back to work wearing only the cotton shorts.

As I stood on the ladder washing the trim at the back of the house, I heard Sally calling out to me.

"Donnie, is that you out there?"

"Yea, I'm over here by the corner of the house", I answered.

I continued spraying and scrubbing as Sally approached. She stopped about 15 feet away from the ladder and I climbed down the ladder to greet her. As I approached her I noticed she got a sort of shocked look on her face, but quickly recovered and leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek. We passed a few minutes in small talk before I went back to work and she retreated to the house to start supper. She said she would put a towel on the back porch for me to dry off with before I came in.

I worked until I finished the washing and then stood back and inspected my work with a sense of accomplishment. I'd never painted a house before, but I had certainly done a good job washing it. I put the ladder, hose and cleaning stuff up and went to the porch to dry off. Went I started to dry off, I realized why Sally had such a shocked look on her face when I came down off that ladder. The cotton shorts when wet left nothing to the imagination where my manhood was concerned. While they were not transparent and nothing was visible, they clung to me like a second skin. Don't get me wrong. I am not well endowed and the cold water certainly made it shrink, but my manhood was certainly easy to spot.

When I dried off I went into the house and straight to the bathroom. I showered, changed and went into the kitchen where Sally was busy cooking.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you outside, I had no idea my shorts were pretty close to committing indecent exposure", I said.

"Don't give it a thought honey, I did raise a little boy you know, besides an old gal like me can use a thrill every now and then." We both laughed and went on to make small talk. After dinner we sat on the porch until about 10pm and I decided to hit the sack. I told Sally I was going to get up at 5am to go fishing. I slept like a baby that night.

When the clock went off at 5am, I hurriedly dressed and went to the kitchen to make coffee. To my surprise Sally was in the kitchen making me breakfast. She had prepared Bacon and eggs and was standing by the counter waiting for the toast to pop up when I entered.

"You didn't have to cook breakfast, you're going to spoil me."

"Well it's the least I can do since I'm getting free house painting labor."

I sat down while she poured us both a cup of coffee at the counter and noticed she was wearing only her gown, no housecoat. The gown was baby blue nylon and came down to just above her knees, but it was apparent there was nothing underneath it. Just as I had done yesterday afternoon, Sally was leaving nothing to the imagination.

I hurriedly gobbled my breakfast and struck out for fishing, never giving a second thought to Sally. Upon my return, I cleaned my catch and with Sally's help prepared them for the freezer. We both went to change clothes to start painting. I gathered up all the supplies and both ladders and got them squared away around the back of the house. In a few minutes Sally came out. She had her hair tied tightly in a big scarf so she wouldn't get paint in it and she wore one of Gramps old shirts which she had pulled tight across her waist and tied the tails in a knot across her stomach. She was wearing a pair of baggy fleece cutoffs probably made from a pair of Gramps jogging pants. They were cut off pretty short. I had never seen her dressed like this before, but I'd never seen her paint a house before either.

"You are going to have to hold the ladder for me when I go up and down on it because I'm a little scared if it wobbles", Sally said.

As she climbed the eight foot ladder I stood at the bottom and held it steady. When she neared the step she would stand on to paint, I was looking straight up the back of the baggy legs of the shorts at both cheeks of her ass. I must admit for an old lady, it looked pretty firm. It did not appear to sag one bit. I stole a second look before I went over to my ladder. I was treated to this show every time I moved the ladder for her.

We painted until about 5pm and finished the rear of the house. I started cleaning up the paint stuff while Sally went in to shower and change. She told me when I came in to take off my paint clothes in the laundry room in the hall and she would wash them for tomorrow. 

When I entered the house I headed straight for the laundry room. When I got to the door Sally was bent over with her back to me removing some clothes from the dryer. She was wearing only panties and a bra. The panties were the typical old lady type you would expect, but they were white and thin enough to see through. This lady had an ass that a heavy 20 year old woman would die for. It was very well rounded and really looked firm. As she rose after finishing with the clothes she either caught sight of me or sensed my presence because she turned around to face me. My eyes instinctively looked down at the front of her panties. I had heard all my life that pubic hair turns gray as you get older, but hers certainly wasn't. There was a thick triangular shaped patch of black clearly visible through the panties. Her stomach was surprisingly flat for a woman her age and weight. Her breasts were huge and the bra pushed them up and together to form the most cleavage I'd ever seen. Sally stood there in silence as I looked at her. She never moved or tried to cover herself.

I took a step toward her at the same time she moved toward me. Neither of us said a word. We locked in an embrace and kissed passionately. It was almost like my first time. I was both excited and nervous. My hands were all over her body just as hers were on mine. I undid the strap on her bra and released her breasts from the bra. They sagged quite a bit, but they were extremely soft. The brown spots on the end were massive and the nipples were at least and inch long, erect and hard as a rock. I went down on my knees and took turns sucking each nipple and kissing each soft breast. Sally moaned with pleasure.

I stood and kissed her again as she slowly backed up against the wall. She raised her left leg and placed her foot on top of a short plastic hamper in the corner. She reached down, unzipped my pants and pulled my Dick out with her right hand while she moved her panties aside with her left hand. As I entered her, I can honestly say I have not felt that type of sensation since the very first time. I thrust forward and fully entered her and when I did I felt her right leg give slightly almost as if her knee buckled. She came within 45 seconds. I was not far behind her. I can honestly say that was the best I'd ever had. We stood in silence for about three or four minutes holding each other tightly.

I spoke first.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"No need to be sorry, we both wanted it and it looks like we both needed it and it certainly felt like we both enjoyed it. Question is where do we go from here?"

I didn't say a word, I just kissed her again. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. We spent the better part of that night having some of the most memorable sex I've ever had. The woman is an animal. She can go for hours. She loves oral and gives great head. It took a great deal of effort on my part to finish painting that house before Gramps got home.

Since June I have gone fishing at least two weekends a month. While Gramps is down at the VFW, I'm balling his wife. Sometimes while he's drinking beer on the front porch, she's fucking my brains out in the laundry room. We did it in the closet of my mother's spare bedroom over the 4th of July weekend while the other women were gone to the store and the men were cooking in the back yard.

Just goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover.

Sally



Last semester was so depressing; I almost dropped out of school. I was miserable, alone, and yearning for some different kind of fun. I was sick of boys after High School and wanted a more sensual touch from a woman. I missed the intimate times with my step mom Sally and wished I was back at home again. Sally was only 35years old 5ft. 8in. tall, and blond like me, with voluptuous breasts and suckable cone shaped nipples. My step mom was strict but sensual at the same time. Whenever Sally announced that she was going to discipline me my clit tingled just at the thought of getting spanked. Even though Sally was strict with me she made sure I kept on the straight and narrow road so I would excel in school enabling me to go to college.

When I turned eighteen Sally and I became lovers. Sally took me to Maui alone for my graduation present and seduced me at Makenna Beach. We were nude sunbathing at little Makenna Beach and after a hot coconut oil massage we began kissing and ended up having sex right there on the beach. After eating my pussy until I came, Sally sat on my face and walked me through my first taste of her sweet pussy. Rubbing her labia all over my lips I stuck my tongue in her wet hole. The taste and smell drove me wild with lust. When she settled her clit into my sucking mouth I made her scream in orgasmic pleasure. That hour I became her lesbian lover. We did not even care if anyone was watching or not. Sally guided me through my first 69 with her climbing on top of me and pushing her pussy into my mouth. I felt her long tongue lick my wet slit so I just did as she did, like follow the leader. We both came in each others mouths.

We were awakened from our passionate bliss by cheers from another lesbian couple nearby who were kissing and watching us make love. They snuck on the beach during our hot 69. Sally and I proudly walked over to them and told the girls it was our first time together. Giggling, they told us they had guessed so and congratulated us for being so bold. The butch of the two who had her navel pierced and sported a tattoo of a snaked biting her clit, teased Sally saying, that if I were hers she would take me into the jungle behind the beach and whip my butt to celebrate. Sally told her that she must have been reading her mind. The butch got excited telling Sally that there is cane growing back there that makes a perfect switch. Sally smiled and told the girls to have fun and maybe we would share more when we got back. The butch one kiddingly told Sally to give a few swats for her too. Sally told her not to worry she would hear my cries very soon.

Grabbing my by my pubic hair Sally led me into the jungle nearby to a stand of cane growing by a coconut tree. I was still turned on from my orgasm but now I was going to be treated to a stinging caning. I really did not care, I would have taken a bull whipping I was so high on sex. I watched Sally select a nice size cane breaking it off from the bunch. It had some needed flexibility to it so Sally broke it down to a good four foot switch. Whipping it through the air a few times the switch made a familiar swooshing sound making the hair on back of my neck rise. I cringed at the thought of the thin cane dancing off my bare flesh making nice size welts. I had just lost my stripes I received on Grad Night for being bad. I did remember Sally promising to get me in Maui on the plane ride over. I think Sally really wanted to impress the other butch she loved to show off.

Sally ordered me to wrap myself around the tree warning me to not to let go before she finished the caning. Finally I came down from my orgasmic bliss realizing Sally was about to cane me good. Judging by the sternness of her face and general countenance I knew I was going to get the bad girl treatment. Sally knelt down and licked my ass cheeks all over promising if I took the caning well she would eat my ass for the first time. I found out later that her wet saliva on my bare ass cheeks would make the caning sting more. Swishing the cane in the air to test to see if I would obey her and hold on to the tree, Sally announced that I was going to get 21 lashes on my bare ass for eating her pussy and 13 on each leg for eating her pussy the second time. I began to cry but Sally consoled me promising that the licks would not be full strokes. Sally wanted to mark me and make me cry out so the bitch on the beach would not think she was too easy on me. I told myself that I would scream for her with every blow. Sally pulled my face to hers kissed me passionately then began ceremonially positioning herself behind me. She raised the cane to the sky and dedicated the caning to the goddess of Sappho.

I wiggled my butt in anticipation of the first strike. Catching me unaware Sally began the ritual dropping the cane from the Sun to the Earth. The cane seemed to swish through the air like lightning hitting my bare ass so fast I had no time to respond for the first four licks. When the painful blows finally registered in my brain my mouth opened and I did not stop screaming until the caning was finished. My butt was in flames and my legs wiggled and squirmed and Sally struck each one from my upper thigh to my knees almost making me falter and fall from the blows. I had to hug the tree hard to keep from stumbling. The caning did not take long maybe five minutes max. I was crying out of control hugging the tree.

Sally kissed me congratulating me on my obedience in taking her licks so well. My ass and legs were well marked with welts from her cane which stung like bee stings. Dropping to her knees Sally spread my asscheeks and began licking up and down my crack as promised. I had had boys eat my ass before but never like this. Sally found my anus and pushed her tongue inside me. I began rubbing my pussy on the tree trunk to stimulate my clit as Sally licked me. The tongue fucking I was treated to totally made me forget my welts as I humped the tree till I wildly came. The orgasm made me so weak Sally had to hold me afterwards. Sally wanted to keep the cane so she made me hold it as we walked back.

Sally paraded me back to the blanket past the lesbians stopping only to show me off and gloat about her power over me. They both complimented Sally on the marks from the caning telling me I was a brave girl to take it so well as I dried my tears. I felt quite secure being Sally's girl. We ran to the water and jumped in the surf. The salty ocean water made my ass and legs burn but it felt good to be back in the water and heal my wounds.

Running back to the blanket Sally told me to get on all fours because she had another surprise for me. I thought I was going to get another paddling over my welts but I obeyed anyway. To my embarrassment I saw Sally take a dildo and harness from her purse smiling nastily at me. It looked about six inches long and about an inch in diameter. I was glad to see a smaller dildo because I was new at being taken this way. Strapon sex was not new to me. I had seen Sally's videos without her knowing and watched woman fuck each other and fuck men in the ass as well. The dildos in the videos were huge compared to the one Sally was about to do me with. I had also secretly used Sally's vibrators on myself and was able to get off when no boys were available.

Wiggling my ass while Sally strapped on her "cock" I was quite excited to have her screw my pussy so the girls could watch. In High School my girlfriends would take turns fucking their boyfriends while we watched so my shyness was long since vanished. Sally finished strapping on her cock and began stroking it as if she were making it harder. She told the lesbians they could join us. They quickly ran over to see me deflowered. They finally introduced themselves as Jenna and Jan both foxy brunettes.

Sally had the girls grab my arms which seemed weird. Kneeling behind me I felt Sally pour the oil into my crack and began massaging it into my anus. I was suspicious now, but it was too late to fight it with two dykes holding me down. Sally rubbed two fingers into my virgin butt making sure it was well lubricated. I feared the worse as I felt the head of the dildo slide up and down my crack looking for my tiny anus. From reading about anal sex in books that Sally had, I learned it was important to try to relax and let go to minimize the pain. I took a deep breath and let it out just as Sally pushed the head of the dildo into my virgin butt hole.

Jenna the butch giggled and told Sally to fuck me so I would never forget it. Sally told Jenna to just watch and hold me down or she would be next. I was afraid especially with two strangers holding me down. Sally told me my first time would be a little squeamish but I would soon get used to it. Jan stroked my hair and told me to relax and let go and just enjoy. When I finally gave in Sally pushed the dildo into my virgin ass with one slow thrust. My sphincter muscle twitched out of control trying desperately to extricate the invading dildo. The girls held me tight as I struggled through my impalement. I knew now why Sally had me held down I was frantically trying to escape her thrusting dildo. Being fucked in the pussy was fun but getting screwed in the ass was totally a different experience. I had watched boys fuck each other at parties but they liked it. This was surely for domination only. As Sally sawed my anus in and out with full thrusts of her "cock" the lesbians loosened their hold on me as I began to move with the rhythm of the ass fucking.

Sally told Jan to get beneath me and eat my pussy and gave Jenna the use of my mouth. I was going to be ravished by three women at once. Jan crawled beneath me and immediately began licking my pussy making me forget the dildo in my ass. Jenna grabbed the back of my head and pushed her pussy into my face rubbing it all over my mouth. Sally behind me resumed fucking my virgin butt. I had no choice but to eat Jenna's pussy, enjoy Jan licking me, and feel Sally fucking my butt. I thought to myself what a welcome to the world of Sappho sex. Sally fucked me until I wildly came in Jan's mouth feeding her a squirt of come.

Jenna needed more stimulation than I could give her but she stroked my hair and told me thanks for pleasuring her. Jan crawled out from under me and kissed Jena sharing my come in a hot kiss. Sally removed the dildo from my butt pulling me to her kissing me passionately. The four of us ended up next to each other Jan and I on our backs as our butches sat on our faces for more oral pleasures. Jenna and Sally french kissed each other while we ate their pussies till they came. Exhausted, we all too a swim in the warm ocean water to cool off.

Needless to say my trip to Maui would be very memorable. That was only one day of fun and I had more to come. Maybe later in another story!

The spankings continued but were more erotic and very sexual. When I went off to college I missed my step mom and the closeness we shared. She encouraged me to find other woman and explore my sexuality. Being hooked on Sally, I would fly home on holidays and we would pick up where we left off spending most of our time in bed.

Remembering my first day at school made me wet. When Sally escorted me to my dorm room she locked the door behind us wanting some private time before my roommate arrived. Pulling me to her bosom she gave me a long deep French kiss forcing her salivating tongue into my mouth like a snake. When she broke the kiss I was quite flushed and very turned on. We had made love all week at home eating each others pussies, yet both of us were still hot for more. I pushed my face into her large breasts kissing them through her blouse and began slowly kissing my way back up to her lips stopping at her neck to caress it with my tongue. As we kissed she forced her right breast from her pushup bra baring it for my lips offering me suck. I could not resist and suckled her nipple like a baby. Removing her blouse and bra, Sally felt relieved from the tightness of satin and lace enveloping her 36D breasts. My whole body glowed as she bared her breasts for me. I did grow a little scared because Sally always removed her bra when she was about to spank me.

Sally pinched my ass through my jeans smiling telling me with a twinkle in her eyes that she wanted to give me a goodbye spanking. Lowering my head sullenly I knelt at her feet obediently waiting. I watched her slowly unbuckle her thick black leather belt from her skirt. My ass cheeks tightened at the thought of her belt searing my bare butt. It reminded me when I had my last real hard spanking after my graduation party. I snuck home late and Sally surprised me at the door. Lifting my dress and reaching into my panties she found fresh come in my pussy. Smiling confidently because she had personally fed me my birth control pills she knew I would not get pregnant. Because I did not use condoms Sally was pissed and told me to come to her bedroom after I slept off the night. She whipped me with that same belt the next morning before breakfast. That afternoon we went for a walk on the beach and Sally caned my ass with thirteen strokes with me bent over in the facing the ocean waves. Sally caned my legs dancing me all the way back to the blanket where she ate my pussy into oblivion. I think I screamed more from that orgasm than from the caning.

Grabbing me by the wrist Sally stripped me naked warning me that I was going to get one of her long waling lickings, making butterflies sicken my belly. Sitting down, Sally pulled me over her lap, holding me down fast with her free left arm. Doubling up her strap she raised it high and let it fly across my bare cheeks. My whole body snapped forward as the blow seared my flesh. Spanking me with her leather belt until my ass cheeks sizzled I cried out after every blow. Sally promised me more of the same nastily snapping the belt off my bare flesh if I did not do well in school. I promised screaming the whole time she licked my ass cheeks with the strap. Finally Sally had me bend over the bed so she could strap my ass with full swings of the belt. These licks blazed my cheeks like wild fire making me cry out even louder.

In tears Sally laid me on my back, forcibly opened my legs leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my pussy. Pressing me into the sheets Sally ate my pussy till I came in her mouth. My pussy tingled and my ass hurt "good" for a week afterwards making me yearn for Sally all the more.

At first I had to masturbate alone fantasizing about lesbian sex to get off. I did not want any other lovers but I soon grew too horny to resist. Sally even encouraged me over the phone to find a lover. Sally taught me to use my masturbation times as a sex magic ritual to concentrate my sexual energy to bring a lover into my mind and my life.

I missed both the sex and the attention with her leather strap and paddle. I called her all the time just to be close to her especially when I was naked and rubbing my pussy. Our Maui trip always kept me horny when I thought about the fun we had.

Sally told me that soon I would have fun at school as well so just be patient and do well in school!



Sally



[June 1843]

[Jenkins family plantation, outside Charleston, South Carolina]

"How many niggers you have working here?" Thomas asked.

"We have 25 Black slaves, 20 field workers and 5 house slaves," I replied. "And in this family, we don't call them niggers."

"That's what they are, Robert," Thomas said.

"Maybe in your world," I said. "WE call them by their names, and refer to them as slaves or Blacks. They are still human beings. They eat, sleep, breathe, and walk the same way we do."

"Hrrrumph!" Thomas grunted. "I suppose next you'll be telling me you're going to emancipate them. Where do you get these stupid ideas?"

"We're not going to emancipate anybody," I said. "However, I've noticed they work harder when they're treated more like humans. It's all a practical matter. You ever notice we always have the best crops in the state?"

"I still think it's a stupid idea," Thomas said. "You do what you have to, I suppose."

[July 1845]

"How's the plantation?" Thomas asked.

"Don't rightly know," I said. "My dad says it's doing just fine. I wasn't really cut out for being a farmer."

"So you do... what, exactly?" Thomas asked. 

"Life of leisure," I said. "I have enough money from selling my share of the inheritance that I can live for two lifetimes on it. Own the house free and clear, and grow a few crops in back as a sideline."

"So is it just you here?" Thomas asked. "You ever get lonely, Robert?"

"I did take one thing from the plantation..." I replied, letting my voice trail off. "Sally!"

"Yes, Master?" Sally stepped into the room.

"Please prepare tea for myself and my guest," I said.

"At once, Master," Sally replied.

"Just one... slave?" Thomas asked me.

"All I need is one," I said. "Nice-looking, too. She has awesome legs."

"Don't go there," Thomas replied. "I wouldn't even think about it with a nigger."

"Sally is NOT a nigger," I said. "She is my assistant."

I wanted to ask Thomas why, if he never thought about having sex with a Black woman, his personal house slave had given birth to two mulatto children in 3 years, but thought better of it. 

[June 1847]

I suppose if two people share a residence for long enough, they become very close. Sally had become such a part of my life that she now called me "Master Robert", or sometimes just "Robert" – and it didn't bother me. We were like two peas in a pod. Her lovely, trim, well muscled, curvaceous body was becoming impossible for me to resist. Finally, I decided to no longer fight the inevitable.

"Sally," I called quietly.

Sally appeared. "Yes, Master Robert?"

"Please take off your clothes, Sally, and lie down on the bed," I instructed her.

She hesitated momentarily, but after looking at my face, she saw I wasn't making a joke. "As you wish, Master," she said.

I stripped along with her. She lay down on the bed, face down. "You are beautiful, Sally," I whispered. I kneeled on the bed next to her, reached down, and began to slowly massage the back of her neck.

Sally let out a soft moan as my fingers slowly worked downwards towards her shoulders. I continued onwards, moving to her back. As I massaged her, I gently ran my fingertips up and down her spine. I could feel her body shiver with excitement. 

"Robert," she whispered, "that feels good."

I worked down her back, then moved downwards and started at her feet. I pressed more firmly on the thickened sole of her feet. She giggled as I caressed her sole. I worked up to her ankles, slowly working her muscles. She was beginning to relax visibly.

Continuing upwards, I massaged her lower legs, carefully working out several knots in the muscle. When I popped the knots she moaned with pleasure. 

"Master," she husked, "don't stop."

I finally reached her upper legs. I spread her legs apart and began softly stroking as much of her inner thighs as I could access with her on her stomach. I could feel her quivering with building excitement. 

"Turn over, Sally," I said.

She did so. I had full access now, and teased her inner thighs with my fingertips. I reached upwards and slid my finger over her slit. She gasped with excitement. I moved upwards and began licking her breasts, starting at the base.

I moved my tongue upwards until I was circling her nipple. I took her firm, muscular breast and began sucking, while I pinched her other nipple gently between my fingers. Sally reached down and held my head in place with her arms. Her moans were increasing in volume as I bit gently on her hard nipple.

"Oh, yes," Sally squealed. "Robert, don't stop! Keep sucking!"

I swirled my tongue faster and pinched her nipple harder. Then, breaking away, I repositioned myself so that my tongue was at her dripping slit. I licked up and down a few times, causing her to squeal and clamp her legs around me.

I slid my tongue inside her and began to slurp up her love-juice. Her legs squeezed me even tighter. I found her clit with my tongue and began circling. She began bucking wildly and let out what sounded like a primeval howl as she flooded my face with her honey. 

When her body stopped spasming and her legs relaxed, I looked up. Sally was grinning from ear to ear. "Wow," she said. "That's the best I've ever felt."

I smiled. "I'm glad you liked it," I replied.

I positioned myself between her legs. I rubbed the head of my rock-hard rod against her slit. She reached down and tried to pull me into her. "Okay, here goes," I called, sliding into her steaming box. 

Sally was very ready. It hadn't been more than a minute before she came again, squeezing my dick with her internal muscles. I slowly thrust into her, building a gentle rhythm that gradually increased in tempo.

I began to thrust into her harder and faster. She climaxed over and over, each time making me a little bit hotter. Her long, dark legs wrapped around my waist, locking me into her body. Her fingernails clawed at my back as she pulled me down onto her, thrusting upwards with her hips.

I felt myself building towards climax. Sally's hot body gripped me with increasing intensity as she dried to draw the liquid out of my hard dick and tight balls. "Please, Robert," she moaned, "fill me up!"

She hadn't long to wait. After yet another of her orgasms, her pussy squeezed me with red-hot intensity, and I couldn't hold back. I felt like a quart of liquid lead was pulsing out of my throbbing cock. Sally moaned with satisfaction as I overflowed her box, dripping our fluids out onto the bed.

When we came back down to earth, Sally smiled at me. "Master Robert," she said, "that was the best sex I've ever had."

"I'm glad," I responded. "I think you're wonderful to have around. It makes me happy that you're happy."

[May 1848]

"Thank you for emancipating me, Robert," Sally said.

"I'd like you to stay of your own free will, not because you're my 'property'," I said. "You're a wonderful companion in every way. Be mine, Sally. I love you."

"I love you too, Robert," Sally said. "I'll stay and be with you." 



Sally



Sally looked out of the window into the darkness.

Rain was hitting the glass panes with increasing force and Sally knew that the storm was going to get worse as the night wore on.

She'd lit the fire in the fireplace behind her, because it'd also gotten colder.

She walked back towards the fire and felt it's warm on her skin.

She rubbed her hands together briskly to try to take away the feeling of unease she felt tonight.

She couldn't understand why she was feeling uneasy, but she had the strangest feeling that something bad was going to happen tonight.

She'd not often had these feelings, but when she did, she usually paid attention to them.

It'd had saved her one before when she felt this way.

She'd felt uneasy once before on a night the same as tonight.

Wet and stormy.

She had been about to fly off to see her sister who lived in Boston.

However just before she was due to board the plane, she'd felt something crawl over her grave.

She'd decided not to board the plane; the feeling of someone walking on her grave seemed to ease as she re-booked the flight for the next morning.

She'd been driving home in the storm with the car radio on and then came a news flash.

There'd been a plane crash at the airport she'd just left.

She listened as they said what flight had crashed, killing nearly all on board.

It'd been her flight!!!

Something or someone had been looking after her that night.

Sally still couldn't seem to shake the unease that was within her.

Even the warm heat from the fire didn't seem to help.

She walked back towards the window and stood there trying to understand the weird feelings within her.

She was looking out into the darkness, when suddenly; a flash of lighting lit the blackness outside, scaring her.

She'd jumped back away from the window with a frighten gasp as the lighting flashed across the sky.

She walked back towards the window to see if there was anything out there causing this unease within her.

Maybe something was wrong with her sister?

Sally turned and walked over to the telephone and picked up the receiver to call her sister to make sure everything was all right her end.

All she heard from the earpiece was silence.

Her phone line was dead.

The storm had most likely brought down some lines somewhere.

The feelings increased as the storm increased intensely.

Sally rubbed at her arms, which had become covered with goose pimples.

Sally replaced the handset and walked back towards the window.

Just as she reached the window, another bright flash of lighting lit up the entire front yard.

Sally's hand flew towards her mouth to smother a scream.

There was someone standing in the rain in her front yard!!!

Then the darkness returned to the outside world.

Sally stood there by the window waiting for more lighting to flash again, so she could see the person standing outside.

It took a minute or two before lighting flashed again.

But try as she could, Sally couldn't see anyone standing outside in her yard.

"Nah, I'm seeing things now." Sally half laughed, but even to her own ears, her laughter sounded hollow.

Sally waited for the next bolt of lighting and when it came, she tried to make out a man standing in her yard, but where he'd stood, or more to the point, where she'd thought he stood, was empty.

Sally's house was miles away from the nearest neighbor.

She'd brought this place a couple of years ago, not long after her husband had been killed in a car accident.

She'd needed to get away from all of the bad memories of her and her husband's life together.

Even in death, the memories of her brutal husband scared her.

He'd been a very cruel man, beating her every time he felt like it.

When he made love to her, it wasn't love as such.

It'd been pure and painful rape.

He enjoyed hurting her every time he entered her.

He'd ram his penis as hard as he could into her, pinching her nipples hard as he did so.

She'd wake in the morning covered with bite and pinch marks all over her body.

She shuddered as she remembered his cold seed leaking out of her vagina and her anus as she stood in the shower, trying to scrub his presence from her body.

When he'd been killed in the car accident, Sally had felt no remorse for him.

They'd never found his body; it was believed to have been washed away in the flash flood that'd caught his car, as he'd been crossing a small ford near their house.

She'd had to wait for seven years for the law finally decided he was indeed dead.

They released the money in the bank account and insurance that'd been tied up all that time.

Sally had had to work as a barmaid and as a waitress to make ends meet until the money came through.

But even though she'd hated it at first, just the fact that her husband was no longer beating and raping her anymore, was more than enough for her to put up with those jobs.

She'd never been with another guy since her husband's death.

Sally was far too scared to trust another man in her life, let alone her bed.

Finally, deciding that she must have mistaken a small tree for a man in the semi-darkness, sally went back to the fire and stoked it up enough to cast an even brighter light in the lounge room.

But the feelings of unease stayed with her.

Sally had dimmed the lights in the lounge room so that the warmth and brightness of the fire filled the room.

Suddenly there was a loud crash of thunder shaking the entire house.

Sally jumped with fright as the lights went out.

"Damn, first the phone and now the bloody lights." Sally muttered, trying the light switch 

"Oh well, at lest I've still got the fire." She giggled nervously.

Sally lay down on the lounge in front of the fire, feeling its warmth sweep over her.

She was just dozing off into sleep, when she heard the sound of glass breaking downstairs.

"Shit, now what?" Sally cried out, sitting upright on the lounge.

"Damn storm's broken a tree limb off and thrown it against one of the downstairs windows." Sally said to herself in annoyance.

Sally climbed off the lounge and walked towards her bedroom.

Forgetting for a minute that there was no power, Sally tried to turn on her bedroom lights.

"Fuck" Sally exclaimed. 

Her tempter was starting to get the better of her, what with the phone dead and the broken window, now the damn power was gone too.

Sally walked over to her wardrobe and by feel and memory, managed to locate her dressing gown.

She donned the dressing gown and then walked back out into the lounge room.

Sally then remembered that she had a torch around here somewhere, and then she realized that she had left it in her garage on the top shelf.

"Oh well, I'd better go and get it, otherwise with the way my luck is going, I'll finish up walking on top of some broken glass from the damn window." She muttered to herself.

She left the lounge room, and walked to the top of the stairs.

Feeling her way down in the blackness of the night, Sally managed to locate the door to the garage.

She placed her hand on the doorknob to open the door and as she did so, she felt the doorknob starting to turn in her hand.

She felt ice course through her veins when she realized that someone was on the other side of the door.

She quickly moved to one side of the door and held her breath.

She heard the faint click of the latch opening and felt a cool breeze against her face as the door opened inwards.

She felt rather than saw someone enter the hallway with her.

The person was barely inches away from her.

At first, all Sally wanted to do was to run screaming away from the intruder.

But somehow, she managed to stay where she was.

The person then slowly closed the door and carefully started to walk towards the stairs leading to the second floor of her house.

Sally let go the breath she'd been holding slowly and took another cool breath of fresh air into her hot lungs.

She heard the person step on the board, which creaked slightly and knew he was near the top of the stairs.

Sally carefully opened the door to the garage and slipped inside. 

Then she quickly ran towards the door leading out into the side of the house.

Sally opened the door and ran out into the lashing cold rain of the storm.

She finished up under a tall tree about 50 yards from the house, which gave some relief from the rain.

Leaning against the tree trunk, Sally gathered her breath and waited for her heart to stop beating so fast.

Looking back towards her house, Sally wondered who had broken into her home?

She was determined to stay outside until she knew he'd left.

It was too far for her to walk to her neighbor's place, even in good weather, let alone in this storm.

She thought about sneaking back into the house to get the torch.

But quickly changed her mind.

Sally sank down to her knees onto the wet ground and prepared to wait until she thought it'd be safe enough for her to go back inside the house.

Water was dripping through the leaves of the tree onto her, but Sally knew that there was nothing she could do about the water.

The only dry place around here was her house and she wasn't about to go in there right now.

She must have been under the tree for maybe 10 minutes, when she saw light flicker in the lounge room.

"Ahhh, the power is back on." She muttered to herself.

Then, she saw lights being turned on inside her house and knew that the person who'd broken inside her house was searching for her.

Suddenly, there came from the house, loud crashing sounds.

"What the fuck is he doing to my house?" Sally said to herself.

She wanted to go back inside to find out but she wasn't that stupid.

After about 10 more minutes, she saw the lights come on downstairs.

He was searching for her down there she knew.

It wouldn't take him too long to discover that she wasn't inside the house.

Sally moved around to the other side of the tree, just in case he came outside and saw her, even though she knew it was highly unlikely that he could see her this far from the house, but she wasn't taking any chances.

The front door suddenly burst open and Sally saw the man standing there, his body outlined by the light behind him.

Though she couldn't see his face, the shape of his body reminded her of someone.

For the life of her, she couldn't remember whom.

Then the man left the house and walked away, walking towards the driveway.

After a few minutes, Sally heard a car start up and knew that he was leaving.

The car screamed away from the entrance to her driveway and Sally saw the receding taillights disappearing in the darkness of the storm.

Feeling safe enough to return to the house, Sally left the protection of the tree and ran back towards the house.

Once inside her home, Sally wiped water from her face and decided to go upstairs to see what he'd smashed.

When she entered the lounge room, she was shocked to see, written across the wall above her fire place, the words " I'll be back bitch" scrawled in something red.

Then she saw her lipstick case sitting on the floor and knew that is what he'd used to write the message on the wall.

Sally quickly tried the phone but found it still dead and wondered if he'd cut the telephone line outside the house?

She gathered her purse and some clothes, plus the keys to her car and ran downstairs to the garage.

She knew that he could come back at anytime and catch her here if she didn't get away quickly.

She opened the door to her garage, half expecting him to be standing outside in the pouring rain as she did so.

Then, leaving the lights on inside the house, she quickly drove away.

The town of Forest Lake was about an hour's drive from her place, but Sally knew she'd have to take the risk of driving in the storm.

It took her nearly two hours to reach Forest Lake, because of the condition of the roads, caused by the storm.

Sally drove straight to the police station and locked her car and walked inside the brightly lit station.

The policeman sitting at the desk looked up at her as she entered.

His mouth dropped open at the sight of her standing there, wet and disheveled.

Still in her dressing gown, Sally knew she must have looked quite a sight, but right now, she didn't give a shit what she looked like.

She was too pleased to be somewhere safe.

"Well, hello there." The policeman said to her, getting up from the desk and walking around it towards her.

Suddenly it all caught up with her and Sally felt her legs starting to give way beneath her.

The policeman grabbed her just as she fainted.

Sally came too with two policemen standing over her.

One was holding a paper cup with water in it and the other one was holding her hand and talking to her.

"Are you ok, lady?" he was saying.

Sally realized that they'd placed her on a bench seat in the hallway.

She struggled to sit up, still feeling a little weak.

"Yes...yes I'm fine, thank you." She replied to the policeman holding her hand.

She reached up and took the cup of water the other policeman was holding and drank half of it straight down.

She felt slightly better and swung her feet off the bench and sat upright.

"What happened to you lady?" the first policeman asked, looking at her as if he might attack him or something else as weird.

Sally realized she must look a terrible mess, with her hair hanging down either side of her face and sitting there in her nightie and dressing gown.

"My house was broken into tonight." She explained, looking up at both policemen as she said it.

"Were you hurt at all?" The policeman who'd been holding the cup of water asked her.

"No.... no, I managed to slip out of the house without him realizing it and I waited outside in the rain until he left." Sally told him.

"That explains your dress then." The first policeman said with a wryly grin.

"Yes, I don't normally drive into town looking like this." Sally joked back at him.

"What time was this, that he broke into your house?" The 2nd policeman asked.

"Ohhh... I'd say around 9pm." Sally told him.

"Did you get a good look at the person who broke into your house?" the 1st policeman asked.

"No, it was too dark and the rain was coming down far too heavy for me to see clearly, but he wrote on the wall in my lounge room, that he's coming back to get me." Sally exclaimed, again feeling the terror she'd felt back at the house.

"So he knows you then?" The 2nd one asked.

"It sounds like it, but I don't know of anyone who'd want to hurt me." Sally said, wiping her hair back from her face.

"Well, we'll send someone out to your place right now, and see if he has come back." The 1st one replied.

"Would it be possible for me to change into some dry clothing and maybe get a cup of coffee please?" Sally asked hopefully.

"Sure, we'll soon find you somewhere to change and while you're changing, I'll rustle you up some coffee." The senior one replied.

They took Sally down to their change room and shut the door behind her.

Sally took the opportunity to take a most welcome shower and stood under the hot water, enjoying the warmth of the water and the safety the police station provided.

Sally re-entered the hallway to find the senior policeman waiting for her.

Of the younger policeman, there was no sign.

"We've had a call back from one of our officers who is still out at your place. He confirmed your story about the writing on the wall and found that the person who broke in, had also cut your phone line." He told her. 

"We've got a term going out there now and hopefully they'll be able to find some fingerprints of the man involved, then if we're lucky, we may even know very soon, just who it was that broke into your house." He added.

"Thank you." Was all Sally could think of to say.

"Would you like me to ring the hotel in town to book you a room for the night, as I don't think it'd be a good idea to return home just yet." He asked her.

"Yes, that'd be fine, thank you." Sally replied, grateful, as she didn't want to return to the house just yet anyway.

After filling out all the reports and forms that seemed to have no end, Sally left the police station to finally get some sleep.

The officer had told her that they'd get in touch with her first thing in the morning if they'd found anything out.

Sally paid for the room and took her wet clothes to a dryer that was set up in the bathroom of her room.

After placing the clothing in the dryer and turning it on, Sally lay on top of the bed and tried to figure out just whom it was that the person's silhouette reminded her off, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember.

She finally drifted off into a fitful sleep.

Sally awoke; feeling as though she'd hardy slept a wink.

She ordered breakfast from room service and was halfway through it, when there was a knock at her door.

She rose and walked to the door and opened it to find the senior policeman standing outside.

"Good morning, Sally." He said with a grin.

"Good morning to you too, have you found out anything yet?" She smiled at him.

Sally looked at his ring finger and was somewhat pleased to discover that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring.

He noticed where her eyes had fallen and smiled at her.

"No, I'm not married." He laughed.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Sally asked, trying to hide her embarrassment at being caught out by him.

"Sure, that'd be real nice. I've finished for the night and was about to go home to an empty house." He said, grinning as he did so.

The "empty house" bit wasn't lost on Sally.

She knew that he'd dropped that hint just for her.

Sally hadn't been with anyone for a very long time and wondered if it was time she started to rejoin the human race again?

"What is your name, by the way?" She asked as she poured him a cup of coffee.

"It's Brian... Brian Harris." He replied.

"Hi Brian." Sally smiled as she passed him the cup.

"Hi, yourself Sally." He smiled in return.

"And no we didn't." Brian told her, his face no longer smiling. " He must have been wearing gloves the whole time he was inside the house."

"Damn, and I was so hoping that you'd already have arrested someone for it." Sally replied.

"I wish we could arrest everyone that broke the law that quickly." He grinned at her.

Sally liked his face when he grinned and smiled.

They spoke about the case for a while, and then Sally was surprised when she realized that he'd turned things around, so that instead of the case, he'd got her telling him all about herself.

When Sally finished telling him all about herself, he then told her all about himself.

She learnt that he'd been born and reared in Forest Lake and haven't wanted to move from here.

He'd been a policeman now for the past 5 years and loved his job.

By the time an hour had passed, Sally felt very comfortable in his presence.

"Would you like me to drive back to your place with you...just to set your mind at rest that he's not inside the house when you return?" He asked.

Sally didn't want to appear to be a helpless female to his eyes and shook her head.

"No thanks, Brian. I'm sure that if he came back, he would have seen the police cars there and would have decided that discretion was the better part of valor." She joked.

"I really don't mind in the lest and it is on my way home anyway. I live about 15 mins further on than you." He explained.

"Well, in that case, I'd be delighted. Thank you." Sally replied, grinning at him

It was obvious that he was attracted towards her and Sally found herself strangely attracted towards him.

Sally couldn't remember the last time; someone had attracted her in this way.

Even her dead husband hadn't affected her in quite this way.




Sally



The attraction towards her husband had been of the dangerous kind.

She'd known right from the word go, that her husband was no good for her, but she'd married him anyway, maybe in the forlorn hope of changing him.

It'd not worked out that way.

As time went by, he steadily became more violent towards her and their lovemaking had long since stopped being gentle and caring.

She was to discover that no longer did he care about her needs as a woman, no, instead it all became just about his needs, his wants.

She was also to discover the mean streak in him.

She found that the rougher he became as they made so-called love, the more he wanted to increase her pain and suffering.

In the end, he was physically raping her, trying to cause as much pain as he could manage.

If she cried out in pain as he was raping her, he'd increase the pain, until she was crying for him to stop.

She managed to blank most of the pain out after a year or so, and when he found that he couldn't get her to scream out in pain any longer, sex no longer seemed to matter to him.

But that didn't stop the beatings every 2nd week or so.

Sally's thoughts turned to murder after every beating; she knew that one-day, she would finally crack and would wait until he was asleep to kill him.

She'd stood over him with a sharp knife while he's been sleeping many times, but something always seemed to be stopping her from carrying out the deadly attack.

When she'd heard that he was missing, believed drowned, she'd been so happy at first, but then she realized that maybe because they hadn't found his body, that he was only hurt and not dead at all.

But as the days, then weeks and finally years passed without any sign of him, she'd finally accepted that he had drown and that his body had been stuck under a boulder in the river that had claimed his car as the police had first told her when she'd asked why hadn't they found his body.

Sally gathered up her things and Brian walked her to her car.

"I'll drive right behind you, ok?" he said looking deep into her eyes.

"Ok, Brian. And thanks again." She smiled up at him.

She watched him walk back towards his car and couldn't help but stare at his cute, arse, tightly wrapped in his uniform pants.

Sally felt herself becoming moist for the first time in what seemed like years.

"Sally, get a hold of yourself, girl." She whispered to herself crossly.

Try as she might, she felt herself becoming more and more aroused than she'd been for ages.

She looked up at the rear-view mirror at Brian traveling in his police car and wondered what he was thinking about right now?

Was he thinking about her, like she was thinking about him, and getting sexually excited?

By the time she arrived back at her house, she could feel that her panties were soaked with her juices. 

Brian hopped out of his car and opened her car door for her.

"Thank you." Sally said, swinging her feet out of the car and accidentally hitting him in the shins.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, Brian." she said quickly leaning forward and lifting his pants leg and rubbing his leg for him.

Then she realized what she was doing and quickly pulled her hand away from his shin.

But she couldn't get the feel of his warm flesh out of her mind.

Brian only laughed and with a grin, he walked her to the door of her house.

Sally was unsure about entering the house after last night's nightmare.

Brian opened the door for her and Sally poked her head around the door frame and looked around as though expecting the guy to still be standing there waiting for her.

"Come on, we'll both search the house." Brian said, taking her by the elbow and walking towards the stairs. 

Sally felt a lot safer with him holding her and together they climbed the stairs.

They walked into the lounge room and Sally saw the message was still scrawled on her wall.

She knew it'd be a bastard to clean up.

Then Brian took her through her kitchen and then the spare bedrooms.

From time to time as they traveled through the house together, their hips would brush against each other and Sally was finding it very hard to concentrate. 

She could feel her juices leaking out of her and soaking into her already soaked panties.

"Anymore of this and it'll be running down my thighs." Sally thought to herself with an inward smile.

She couldn't believe just how turned on she was.

Then they came to Sally's bedroom and as Sally entered the room, she saw that all of her underwear had been ripped apart.

"Oh, shit." Sally exclaimed, looking at her torn clothing on the bed.

The bedside mirror had been smashed and lipstick was scrawled all over the walls.

"Slut....Bitch...whore" were scrawled in big red letters above the bed.

Sally backed out of the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen.

"Don't worry, Sally. We'll catch him sooner or later." Brian tried to comfort her.

"Yes, but what if he comes back before you catch him?" Sally asked, she was close to tears.

Brian reached out with both arms and pulled her towards himself.

Sally didn't resist, but instead pressed her head into his chest, enjoying the warmth of his embrace around her body.

She felt safe in his arms.

Safer than she'd ever felt with anyone else in her life.

The tears that had threaten to fall, dried up as she stood there in the kitchen with his arms around her.

Despite what had happened last night and the mess she'd found in her bedroom, Sally found herself wanting Brian to do much more than just hold her in his arms.

She pressed her crotch into his and felt something poking her in the stomach.

She knew then, that he was as turned on as she was.

She wanted to reach down between their bodies and to run her fingers along the shaft of his penis through his pants.

But she knew this was neither the time nor the place to do something like that and regretfully, she pulled apart from him.

She stood there for a few seconds, half expecting him to lean forward and kiss her.

But he too, sensed that this wasn't the time for kissing and fooling around.

"Well, what do you want to do? Either you can stay here and clean up this mess or I can book you into a hotel and you can get a cleaning service to clean up for you?" Brian said.

"I'll clean it myself, I've had enough strangers inside this house in the past few hours to last me a lifetime." Sally joked with him.

"Well, if you'd like, I could stay and help you?" Brian asked.

"After I've made you coffee and some breakfast first, then if you don't mind, you can give me a hand to clean up, ok?" Sally grinned at him, not wanting him to leave her alone just yet.

"Sure, that sounds just great to me, I'm starving." Brian grinned at her.

Sally cooked eggs and bacon plus toast for the two of them, while Brian busied himself making coffee.

They chatted about people they both knew in Forest Lake, and Sally was a bit surprised that she hadn't already bumped into Brian long before now.

But, because of her pass, she tended to keep to herself mostly.

She found herself enjoying his company more and more.

True, she was still very much turned on by his presence, but as they chatted, she found that she'd like to know much more about what made him tick as a person.

After they'd finished eating, he gave her a hand at washing the breakfast dishes.

Then, Sally got a bucket of hot soapy water and a couple of rags, and then they walked into her lounge room and started scrubbing the lipstick off the walls.

It was hard work removing the lipstick, but they finally removed it from the lounge room walls.

"Well, now the bedroom." Sally said, wiping some hair from in front of her face.

They walked into the bedroom and started scrubbing at the lipstick in there.

After about ½ an hour, they had that wall cleaned too.

Sally took the bucket and the rags downstairs to the laundry and threw the dirty water down the drain and placed the rags in the washing machine.

When she walked back into the bedroom, she was surprised to find Brian had started picking up all of her clothes that had been thrown across the room.

She blushed with embarrassment when he picked up her torn underwear.

In his hand, was a pair of red G-strings.

The stranger had not torn this one to pieces.

She'd brought them years ago on a whim, but had never worn them.

Having no man in her life, she'd not had the opportunity to wear them and they'd sat in her drawers until now.

Sally wondered what it'd feel like to have Brian on his knees in front of her, his hot breath inches away from her crotch, while he was slowly rolling those red panties down her thighs.

Again, she felt herself becoming moist.

If she leaked anymore, she knew for sure that he'd notice it running down her inner thighs.

She could swear that she could smell her own sexual odors coming from between her thighs, and wondered if Brian could also smell it.

"Do you mind if I crab a quick shower, Brian?" She asked to cover her embarrassment.

"No, Sally. Go right ahead. I'll just finish picking up all of these clothes and placing them into the rubbish bin, ok?" Brian told her.

"Yes please, after he's touched them, I sure don't want to wear them anymore." Sally said with a shiver of fear running down her spine.

"Could you also throw those sheets away too, I don't know if he's done anything on them, but I'm not going to take the chance of sleeping in them again." Sally asked.

"Sure, no worries Sally." Brian replied, stripping the bed.

Sally went into the bathroom and stripped off all of her clothing.

When she peeled off her panties, she wasn't shocked to see just how soaked they were.

Looking at the juices on her panties, Sally thought about how Brian's penis had felt against her crotch.

She wondered what it'd feel like plunging deep inside her?

A thrill of sexual excitement torn through her entire body, making her shudder.

Sally stepped into the shower with the water running hot and refreshing over her naked body.

She picked up the soap and started to run it over her chest.

When her fingers brushed over her erect nipples, a sexual tingle shot through her.

She replaced the sop in the holder and began to play with both nipples, slowly squeezing them and gently twisting them in her fingertips.

She knew that if she continued this, she was going to finish up having an orgasm.

But, somehow, she couldn't stop herself from doing it to herself.

It'd been quite a while since she'd last masturbated.

With one hand still on her breast, she let her other hand travel downwards, towards her vagina.

When her fingers brushed against her slightly opened lips, Sally shuddered with pleasure. 

She gently squeezed her right nipple as she slowly rubbed her fingertips across and around her erect clitoris.

Juices were fairly flooding out of her vagina by this time.

The more she became sexually aroused, the faster and harder her fingers rubbed against her clitoris.

She knew that she wasn't going to last too much longer before she climaxed.

She just wished that Brian was in the shower with her and it was his fingers rubbing her clitoris, not her own.

She was leaning against the shower wall, with her legs spread apart, totally caught up in what she was doing to herself.

Her breathing was fast as her fingers worked on herself.

Soft Low moans were escaping her lips as she neared her first orgasm in ages.

Her body was responding as never before as she visualized Brian's fingers rubbing her clitoris.

God, she wanted his hot, firm cock up inside her right now.

Then, just as she was about to explode, she shoved her fingers deep inside her parted lips, sinking them as deep inside her as they'd go.

She cried out in pleasure as she orgasmed onto her probing fingers.

A blinding flash of orgasmic pleasure torn through her brain. 

As wave after wave of pure pleasure flooded her entire body, Sally's knees weakened.

She slipped her wet fingers out of herself as she sank to her knees onto the shower floor.

"God, I sure needed that." Sally grinned to herself as she waited for her senses to return.

Sally re-gained her feet and with a grin on her face, she finished washing herself.

Tiny tingles were still rushing through her body as she dried herself off.

She stepped out of the bathroom to find that Brian had laid out a clean dress and those pair of red G-string.

He'd also cleaned up all of the broken glass from the mirror, plus had re-made the bed for her.

She realized that she didn't have any other pair of panties to wear besides the wet ones in the bathroom.

A sudden image of the guy holding her panties in his hand was soon replaced with the knowledge that it had been Brian's fingers that had last held them.

So she dressed herself in the G-string and slipped the dress over her head.

Brushing her wet hair, she studied herself in the mirror.

She saw a woman who looked as though she'd just had one wonderful orgasm or so it seemed to Sally anyway.

She laughed and placed the hairbrush onto the bedside table and walked out of the bedroom to find that Brian had made another cup of coffee for her.

"Well, don't you look much better all cleaned up?" He joked with her, handing her the cup of coffee, he'd made for her.

"Well, thank you for the compliment and the coffee." Sally smiled at him, looking at his big thick fingers as she did so. 

A shudder ran through her at the thought of those fingers slipping inside her.

She felt herself becoming moist again.

"Thank you for cleaning up for me, while I was in the shower." Sally told him, placing her hand on his forearm.

He covered her hand with his, trapping her hand on his arm.

"You're very welcome, Sally." He smiled at her.

It was as though he knew full well, just how much he was affecting her.

His fingers seemed to be burning through her skin, sending tingles right through her.

Sally wanted to race him into her bedroom and tear his clothes from his body and rape him.

It'd been far too long since she'd had someone hold her in his arms while they made love together.

She was very tempted to do just that, but before she could act out her fantasy with him, he removed his hand from hers and stood up.

"Well, I'd better get home and shower and get myself some sleep, I think." He told her, taking their cups to the sink and running water into the cups and leaving them in the tub.

Sally didn't want him to go just yet.

Sally had never just slept with a man the very first time she met him, instead she had tried to get to know the person first.

Of course that didn't always work, even after going out with her ex-husband for a few months first before sleeping with him, she still found that she hadn't even scratched the surface of his soul.

So she knew deep down, that it wasn't how long you knew the person before sleeping with them, it was how you re-acted in their company.

And so far, she knew how she acted in his company all right....she became bloody horny.

"What if he comes back today?" Sally said, hoping he'd feel sorry for her and stay.

"Well... its highly unlikely, but..." He started to say.

"But what if he does?" She pressed him.

"Well...I need some clean clothes and then I suppose I could come back here." He told her.

"Why don't you sleep in my bed and I'll wash and iron the clothes you have on now?" she asked, sensing that he wanted to stay here as much as she wanted him too.

"I don't have to go to work tonight anyhow, so I suppose I could stay here...that's if you don't mind, of course." He grinned at her.

"Oh, believe me, the pleasure will be mine." She smiled, knowing that she'd won.

"Ok, you go into the bathroom and throw your clothes out of the door and I'll turn down the bed for you, then I'll do the washing." Sally said as she gripped his arm and started walking towards the bathroom, making sure he didn't have time to change his mind.

She stood outside the bathroom door, waiting for him to throw out his clothing.

The door opened and he stood there wrapped in a towel, holding his washing for her to take.

Their eyes locked together.

Sally felt herself blushing with embarrassment and dropped her eyes downwards and stared at his naked chest and wished she could run her hands all over that firm flesh.

He smiled at her and at first she thought that he was going to pull her into his arms, but instead he closed the door to the bathroom.

Sally heard him start the shower and she could visualize him stepping into the hot water fully naked.

She squeezed her thighs together as a warm, fuzzy feeling flowed through her.

To help her take her mind off her indecent desires, she walked downstairs to the laundry and placed his clothes into the washing machine and turned it on.

She then walked back upstairs and drew back the bed covers.

She fluffed up the pillows, wanting him to have a good sleep in her bed.

She busied herself around the lounge room, masking the last of the mystery guy's presence.

Then, she went down to the washing machine and took Brian's wet clothing out and placed them into the dryer.

When she returned about 10 minutes later, she found that Brian had finished his shower and had already gotten into her bed.

He was already fast asleep!!

She stood there looking down at him.

She knew that under the blankets he would be totally nude as all of his clothes were in the dryer.

Thinking of the dryer, she went back downstairs and took his clothes out.

She spent an hour ironing his shirt and trousers. 

When she'd finished she hung them onto a clothes hanger and took them back up to the bedroom so that when he woke up, he could slip into them again.

When she entered the room, her eyes were drawn immediately towards the center of the bed.

There, before her, was the shape of his penis pushing the blankets up like a tent peg.

It looked huge.

Sally could barely pull her eyes away from the wonderful sight long enough to hang his clothes in her opened wardrobe.

He was still fast asleep, snoring softly.

She was glad that he didn't snore loudly.

Sally sat down onto the side of the bed, staring at his erection sticking up under the blankets.

She felt herself becoming highly aroused knowing that his naked body was just inches away from her.

She looked at his face; he looked so peaceful lying there asleep with his mouth slightly opened.

She looked at his naked chest and wanted to run her fingers through the light covering on hair on there.

Sally lay down beside him on the bed, but on top of the blankets.

So, if he woke up and found her there, she could say that she had gotten tired and had just laid down for a rest.

Her hand was close to his right hip and she knew that all she had to do was to lift her hand a few inches and she'd have his cock inside her hand.

God, it was so tempting to do just that.

But somehow she managed not to act out her impulse.

Just then, Brian rolled over onto his side facing her.

At first Sally thought he'd woken up, but she soon saw he was still fast asleep.

But, by rolling over towards her, he'd managed to bring his penis closer towards her hand.

He smiled in his sleep and she thought it was the cutest smile she'd seen on him.

(Maybe he was having a dream about her?)

Thinking about them making love together, Sally soon drifted off into sleep.

Then, she started to dream.

In the dream, he was running his hand over her hip, slipping his fingers under her dress.

Then, he was running his fingertips over the naked globes of her arse cheeks.

She was still wearing her red G-string in her sleep, so that explained why the cheeks of her arse were naked.

His fingers felt wonderful against her naked flesh.




Sally



In her dream, Sally was also rubbing the shaft of his cock with her hand.

It felt so alive in her fingers, as though it wanted and needed to bury itself within her body.

Sally was moaning in her sleep, low, pleasurable moans.

She wanted him inside her right now.

Then, he slipped his fingers between her thighs, touching her vagina lips through her panties.

It sent a shock of pure pleasure through her and she groaned loudly.

That was when Sally actually woke up.

Only to discover that what she'd thought had been happening in a dream, actually was happening in real life!!!

He did have his hand between her thighs and she too, was holding the shaft of his cock in her hand.

Somehow, in her sleep, she'd slipped her hand under the blankets and had gripped his cock.

She could feel its warmth inside her fist.

She couldn't believe just how big he felt in her hand.

He must be at lest 7ins long and at the very lest, 2ins round.

She quickly looked up at his face and saw to her horror that he was staring at her.

He'd caught her playing with him!!!

"Oh, god. I'm so sorry" Sally said, growing red with embarrassment.

She went to pull her hand out from under the blanket but Brian stopped her by putting his hand over hers.

"Please don't be sorry, Sally, its been a long time for me too." He said looking at her.

She noticed that he'd not bothered to remove his fingers from between her thighs.

Then, she let her fingers relax around the shaft of his penis again.

Brian then removed his hand from hers and lifted it towards her face.

He then slowly rubbed the backs of his fingers along her jaw line.

"May I say, Sally, that you'd have to be one of the nicest looking ladies around these parts." He said, smiling at her.

"Why thank you, kind sir." Sally said blushing.

She wasn't used to having guys tell her she looked lovely.

Brian leaned forward just enough so that their lips met.

Now that Brian had re-awakened her desires, Sally was like a hungry person who had not eaten for quite some time.

Her mouth opened to allow his probing tongue to enter.

As their tongues danced in each other's mouths, Brian's fingers were stroking her vaginal lips, making Sally even wetter than she already was. (If that was possible)

Her fingers were now exploring the whole of his shaft, enjoying the firmness and heat coming from his flesh.

Brian withdrew his tongue from her mouth and Sally chased it back inside his mouth.

She loved the way he'd gently nip her tongue with his teeth, and then sucked her into his mouth.

Warm, fuzzy feelings were exploding through her body.

Then, he did what she'd wanted him to do ever since she'd first started thinking sexually about him.

He slipped two of his thick fingers up inside her panties and she felt the backs of his fingers rubbing against her naked vagina.

She could feel his fingers becoming slick with her juices as he stroked his fingers up and down between her outer lips.

She was squeezing his shaft with her fist, wishing she had it shoved deep inside her instead of buried in her fist.

Then, he slipped his two moist fingers deep inside of her, bringing a gasp of enjoyment as he plunged them deeper and deeper inside her.

She felt his fingers exploring her vagina as they still kissed.

Then, to her surprise, Brian withdrew his fingers from her.

"What's the matter?" she asked, staring up at him.

"Well, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to get undressed?" He grinned at her.

"Would I ever." She grinned in reply.

Sally released his penis and rolled off the bed.

Within a minute, she too was now totally naked.

"Wow...very nice indeed." Brian said, staring at her naked form standing there proudly before him.

"Ok, now it's my turn to see you naked too, Brian." she grinned wickedly. 

"It'd be my pleasure, sweet lady." He grinned back at her as he swept the blankets aside from his body, totally exposing himself to her greedy eyes.

Sally's eyes fell down towards his erection.

It looked huge to her.

Even though she'd just had it in her fist, staring at it in the open, made it seem even larger than before.

"Come to me. Sweet one." Brian said, holding out his hand for her to take.

Despite her nervousness, Sally didn't hesitate to take his hand.

Brian gently pulled her back down towards his body and they hugged each other's naked bodies.

Sally loved the feel of Brian's strong hands roaming all over her back and then both cheeks of her arse.

Her hands too, were feeling the muscles move in his back beneath his flesh.

They were again kissing and Sally wondered why she'd ever stopped making love, and then she knew, it'd been her ex-husbands fault for turning her off men.

Brian seemed to sense something was worrying Sally, so instead of saying anything, he stopped kissing her and then slipped his face down her stomach, running the tip of his tongue along her flesh as he did so.

Sally's whole body shuddered with desire and delight as she felt his tongue making it's way down towards her vagina.

She didn't have to be asked to spread her thighs for him, they moved on their own accord.



Sally



There were three friends who went to college together. They were Sally, Veronica and Veronica. The last two differentiated themselves by being known as Vicki and Ronnie. All three came from stable, wealthy, middle class American homes and had what is normally called a good upbringing. 

They had been at college for around three months before Vicki and Ronnie had acquired a couple of boyfriends, both muscular, athletic looking fellows from the football team. Josh and Hank were both black. Sally had no problem with that. After all, it isn't at all uncommon these days to see two good looking white girls on the arms of a couple of black hunks.

Sally even let her friends choose another black footballer for her. He was called Ricky. After an evening in a disco, the three girls took the guys back to their apartment. Sally had no qualms about lying on her back letting Ricky do his best to fuck her brains out.

Neither did she have any hang-ups about sucking Ricky's cock or letting him get it up her ass-hole from time to time. She had learned enough about the sorts of things men liked to do for sexual stimulation from watching porn on the internet. She was not surprised or repelled by them. Indeed, the more way out sex acts seemed to be more engaging to her than the old missionary position. 

But even after experiencing a string of quite delightful orgasms impaled on Ricky's more than adequate prick, Sally felt there was something missing. She sometimes felt as if she was suspended above it all, watching herself fucking by remote control. 

Even when the three friends sat round drinking and smoking joints, resulting in an orgy where all three girls got fucked by all three guys, Sally felt that sense of separation from the actual proceedings. It was an eerie feeling, and one of the reasons she only allowed that sort of thing to happen once or twice a month.

It was possibly a hint of her spirit of independence. 

But several months went by without any sign of a stable relationship or boyfriend. 

The apartment they shared had a large bedroom that Vicki and Ronnie shared, usually with their boyfriends, and a smaller room halfway up into the attic which Sally used.

Sally's room had walls that sloped inward with a couple of large 'Velox' style windows in them, which opened out onto the roof.

Sally liked being on her own. She had long wanted to have her own bedroom, one that she didn't have to share with a sister or friend. 

One day she came up from her friends' room feeling particularly frustrated. They had been having an excellent orgy including daisy-chaining. Sally had been anal and cunt fucked by all three guys and still felt there was something missing.

She stripped her bed, spread a large sheet of plastic over the mattress and covered it with the under-blanket. Over that she spread a crisply ironed cotton sheet and over that went her duvet.

She undressed, consigning her cum soaked clothes to the wash-basket. She showered, dried herself off and dressed in a newly purchased pair of white satin panties, her best bra and a pretty white garter belt with satin panels. She unwrapped a new pair of beautifully sheer nylons and pulled them lovingly up her shapely legs, almost cooing with pleasure as she felt their smoothness over her skin. A long white satin and lace slip and a pretty summer frock completed her ensemble.

A distant clock struck eleven. 

It was time. The moment Sally had been both longing for and dreading. The moment when she would finally admit to herself what sort of a person she was. Let herself go. Live the life she chose and do just as she pleased.

Sally climbed into her bed fully dressed and curled up on her side. She started giggling. She was feeling light headed and very naughty. 

She tingled with anticipation at what she was about to do.She put her free hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit. Then she started to strain, soon overcoming any sense of reluctance from her upbringing. This was it. It was too late now to turn back even if she changed her mind..She sighed and relaxed. Then she began to whimper in delight as she felt a flood of hot wet piss flood her panties. Her fingers could feel the warmth of the liquid as she pressed and stroked her clit.

She convulsed as her orgasm hit her a few seconds later. As the wetness spread, she chuckled to herself, writhing in pleasure in the after-tingle of her climax. She could feel the wetness spreading up her back. It was better than she had ever imagined. She rolled over spreading the pool of wet piss all over her before she closed her eyes and went blissfully to sleep, fully dressed and soaking in her own pee.

Next morning, as she cleared up and filled the washing machine with her bedclothes, and later with her own stuff, Sally thought she had better limit her 'naughty nights' to one a week, otherwise she would never get any studying done.

Three nights later, there was a rumble of distant thunder. Sally was lying on top of the bed in her peach nylon nightie and a pair of pink panties feeling overdressed in the hot humid conditions. After one crackle of thunder, there was a tap on the window. 

Wondering who could be out on the roof, Sally got out of bed, pulling on a dressing gown over her pretty nightie. She opened the window on the swivel and let a somewhat bedraggled young black boy into the apartment. 

Not only was he slightly built but he looked too pathetic to be much of a danger, so Sally had no fear of him. She noticed he was carrying a plastic shopping bag. There were also signs of a bit of a hue and cry outside.

Suddenly there was an urgent knock on the door.

"It's security, ma'am." 

The young man dived under the bed and lifting a finger to his lips as if to ask for silence about his presence.

Sally opened her door to be confronted by the night security man, complete with giant sized torch.

"There's been some pilfering," he explained, "and we thought the culprit might be heading this way."

"What's been stolen," Sally asked.

"It's just girls' underwear from the line down in the courtyard," the man went on,,"Some guys get a kick out of it, I guess. I'd better shut this window for you. It looks like it's going to rain heavily in the next few minutes."

There was a lightning flash and nearby rumble of thunder as if in confirmation of his prediction. Having closed the window the man left.

Sally leaned down and told the man,

"It's all clear. You can come out now."

He rolled free, still clutching his plastic bag. As he got to his feet, Sally snatched the bag and tipped the contents onto her bed. Out came a collection of panties, bras, garter belts, stockings and slips.

"Ah! Ha! So you're the pantie-thief then," she cried.

He looked very same-faced. Sally almost took pity on him, but she remembered that the girls who owned the clothes probably had to fork out for new things to replace them.

"Why do you take things like this," she held up a pair of lace trimmed satin panties.

"I.. er.. just... like ..er... to.."

"For goodness sake spit it out!" Sally interjected.

"To wear them," he muttered almost under his breath. 

"Now? Are you wearing that sort of thing now? She asked.

He nodded, unbuttoning his jeans sufficiently to pull them down a few inches, showing her he was wearing girls' panties underneath. He lifted his T-shirt, to display a D-cup bra, the cups of which lay flat against his chest.

She had an idea.

"If you go back and replace this stuff, I won't turn you in," she told him, "It's going to rain very heavily soon, so go down now and come back here after you've replaced everything. You can hide out here until the coast is clear."

"And the storm passes," she added as an afterthought.

"And, by the way, what's your name?" she called as he opened the window again. 

"Gupta Roy. People call me Guppy -- like the little fish."

"And where are you from?"

"I was born here but my folks come from Bihar state in India. They lived near Patna.". 

Sally suddenly realised that, although he was black, his straight hair,aquiline nose and thin lips should have told her he wasn't of African origin.

"You'd better get going before it comes on to rain again," she encouraged him.

He jumped up and squeezed through the window with some agility.

Fifteen minutes later he was back tapping on the window. 

There was a brilliant flash and great crash of thunder, followed by the rattle of raindrops on the windows. The rattle grew to a roar as the heavens opened. 

She opened the window to let him in.

"I've done it," he said, "I've put everything back."

"Take your wet clothes off and dry yourself," she told him, offering him a towel.

He stepped into the en suite and undressed. Sally could see that, although he was of slender build, his cock was bigger than Ricky's or either of the other two footballers she'd been fucked by recently. 

Her nightie was already wet from the open window. She stepped into the shower and started soaping Guppy's back. He turned and slipped the straps of her nightie off her shoulders. Then he rubbed soap all over her tits, fondling them gently but enthusiastically as he did so.

He looked at her with dark, rather brooding eyes.

"You're very kind," he said.

"You're very gentle," she replied. 

He folded her against him, turning her so his cock rode between the cheeks of her ass, while his hands roamed over her body soaping everything. He kissed her on the shoulder and started her panties on the way to the floor. She wriggled slightly to release them and sent down the rest of the way. 

Now his hand was free to investigate the folds around her slit. He used his middle finger with good effect. Suddenly Sally wasn't feeling at all detached from things. She was caught up in the delightful sensuality of the situation. Their soapy bodies locked together as she raised her leg to give his cock access to her cunt. He drove it smoothly into her, the soap making their skins slide over each other as they humped their way to a crescendo of breath-taking orgasms.

For the first time in her young life Sally felt she had been well and truly fucked and as satisfied sexually as a girl should be.

They dried each other off and went back into the bedroom. 

Sally opened her drawer and started to pull out some clothes for herself. Then, as an afterthought, she pulled out more stuff.

"Here, Guppy, see if you can get into any of my things," she offered.

Guppy eagerly took a pair of blue satin panties and tried them on. They were a little tight, but not overly so. He posed for her. She put on a pink satin pair and did likewise. Then she donned a pink satin bra, which he stroked in appreciation. She didn't have a blue bra to fit, but there was a white satin one that she had borrowed from one of her friends. She let the straps out and put it round him. Then Sally stuffed two pairs of nylon panties into the cups to give him a bit of cleavage. 

She went to the wardrobe and selected a blue satin slip which fitted him tightly.

Looking at him dressed like that gave Sally a strange feeling. He looked girlish to a degree that amazed her. 

"You're not gay, are you?" she asked, suddenly.

"What ever gave you that idea?" he retorted, clearly referring to what they had just experienced in the shower.

"Some guys are bi," she said, half afraid of the answer.

"Not me," he went on, "Honestly Sally, I promise I only fuck girls."

Reassured, she pulled a pink slip over her head and took his hand. She lead him to the bed and eased him down onto it. Then she climbed on top of him, straddling him. She liked him a lot but, before she could go all the way with him, she wanted to find out if he had the makings of a true soul-mate. 

She leaned down and they kissed. Guppy's lips were supple and mobile and Sally felt she could easily fall in love with any man who could kiss like that. There was that one last thing though. She strained and felt the warm wetness filling her nice clean panties. It soon soaked through both the panties and her slip to the area round his cock. He stiffened. Sally held her breath. It was their moment of truth. He relaxed as the hot wet piss flowed over him. She looked at his face. He was laughing.

He pulled her face down to kiss her again and she breathed a sigh of relief. Enormous relief!

"You really are a naughty little girl, Sally," he cried, "I didn't tell you you could piss on me, did I?"

"I hoped and prayed you'd like it," she replied.

"I love it, darling," he murmured affectionately, "But there is a quid pro quo to my acceptance.".

"What's that?" she inquired.

"This..."

He rolled her over until she was lying on her back in the pool of piss she had created. Then he straddled her, lifted her slip, pulled his prick free of the blue panties and began to spray her with his own piss. 

As the warm liquid started hitting, first on her belly, then working up to her tits, then her neck, face and hair, Sally realised she didn't feel at all detached from the action. She was wallowing in it. As he finished pissing all over her, she reached out for his cock and massaged it up to size and stuffed it up the leg of her panties.

"Oh! Guppy, fuck me, Fuck me hard," she urged him.

He did, driving his cock into the willing girl's cunt, intent on filling her with his cum-juice. He rejoiced at having found, so accidentally, such a wonderful young girl. A pretty blond with a marvellously curvaceous body whose thoughts and actions so matched his own.

As his balls overflowed, shooting a load of cum into her cunt, Guppy groaned, Sally screamed and they collapsed in a heap amongst their own piss.

'And this,' thought Sally, 'is the man for me!' 

Just to make absolutely sure, she arranged to join Vicki and Ronnie for an orgy. There were three black members of the football team in the girls' room. And within ten minutes all three girls were impaled on nice big fat black cocks. Sally and her friends spent the whole night fucking and sucking and they had a great time. But as she left, Sally felt there had been something missing. Somehow being fucked was not enough for her. There had to be some other ingredient that only Guppy seemed to be able to provide in her life. 

She had spent hours washing and drying the bedclothes as well as the stuff they had been wearing. As she remade the bed, Sally smiled and patted the sheet of plastic on the mattress and covered it with the under blanket.

That sheet of plastic would save the mattress from being totalled in the coming nights. There would, she knew, be a lot more pissing in her bed. And more!



Sally



Wednesday nights are slave nights. We took turns for a while. It became apparent that he was a better slave than I so we've settled in the one way.

He removes his underwear before he leaves work, goes commando. After putting his car in the garage and closing the door, he removes his shirt, pants, socks, and shoes. If I'm feeling charitable, I leave an old pair of my panties on a nail in the garage for him to put on. Otherwise, I get to watch him walk naked across the yard to the back porch. 

Upon entering the porch, he kneels at the back door. He may find I've put some dried rice in his spot to make him uncomfortable. I use a random number generator to determine how long he must wait for me. I sit up front in the sunlight enjoying a glass of wine. I may have on a lounging jacket or a bikini, just my daywear, or still be dressed from work. I may talk with friends or shop online while he waits.

Today, since this is leg month, I'm wearing a mini skirt and a lacy pink bra-top and some platform sandals. I had legs waxed and on a whim, had my nails done today since that seems to excite him. After the nail appointment, I came home and excited myself to orgasm, taping the session to show him later. I didn't clean up since he likes me best 'dirty'. Silly man.

I put the wine down and moisturize my legs lovingly in preparation. They're smooth and soft and lovely in the mirror. The timer beeps and I walk to the back porch.

He's so beautiful, kneeling there, so humble, eyes on the ground before him. I savor the sight of his naked body, the muscled broad back and shoulders. It still makes me tingle to think about him ... well, more on that later.

Right now I'm busy.

I walk closer to him, my lovely feet and shoes in his vision. He quivers at the sight of me, the sound of the heels, the fragrance of the lotion, his thoughts on his future.

I slash his back with the riding crop and he cries out in surprise.

"Close your eyes."

I remove my panties, squat over his head, and urinate on his hair. Just a bit. This is symbolic, not relief.

"Use the sink here. Rinse your hair. Dry it quickly and meet me in the bathroom."

I turn, go to the bathroom, finish my pee. By the time I'm finished, he arrives, his hair still damp. He kneels, let's me smell his head. He's been thorough enough, but I sense the faint smell of the wine. My mark on him for the night.

"There's no tissue. Lick me clean."

We do not address each other as 'Slave' and 'Mistress'. It's unspoken.

He lovingly cleans my pussy, thoroughly ensuring I'm fresh as a daisy. It feels good. He knows now I'm wet inside from earlier, also. His erection looks painful but his expression is controlled. I giggle.

"Stand."

He stands. His cock is red and the veins stand out. I grasp it, stroke it. 

"You have work to do before I pleasure myself with this. Come."

I walk out to the back garden, arrange myself on the cushioned chaise, champagne sweating in an ice bowl, warm fall sunlight, soft music playing for me. The people in the office building behind the garden know it's Wednesday. He knows they may watch and this is part of his humiliation.

"I grant you one request."

He kneels beside me, looks at me with puppy-dog eyes, full submission noted. I smile at him.

"I only wish to serve you."

Good.

"I went shopping this morning, then lunched with Paolo. He made me sit on his hand while we shared a salad at the mall. His middle finger is as big as your cock. I was quite excited. Sadly, he was called away before he could finish me."

His cock twitches. Paolo is my fitness instructor and as handsome and muscular as he is gay. My affair with him is fictional. The slave knows this but we find it a useful means of my sharing specific fantasies. I have no doubt I'll find his finger in me at some meal this weekend. Till then, I continue.

"Massage my legs with your tongue. Do a good job and I'll find some sweeter task for it afterward."

That's how my lover came to be licking me all over my legs in the garden, his cock swinging back and forth for my amusement. It's quite stimulating as well as amusing. He starts with me relaxed and licks around my sandals, over my ankles, up my calves. When his back gets tired, he lifts my leg, holds it to his mouth and suckles the fragrant soft flesh. He stays below my knees until I give permission. 

This takes quite some time. I sip champagne, read a magazine, call my girlfriends. He enjoys listening to me share our last sexual encounter with Shellie, my best friend. He took me doggy style in our den with the evening news on the television. He excited me with his slow torturous thrusting and then when he sensed I was near, pinched my ass as hard as he could. I came so hard, my arms out before me, helpless over the back of the couch. Still have the bruise. He hadn't finished, made me finish him with my mouth while I was still in that position. This saga told, I put her on speaker while she tells me about blowing some delivery boy at the salon for a tip since he agreed to carry a box to the storage room. Her staff knows what the storage room means, I guess, left them alone. Must have been a footballer - she loves athletes. Slave boy concentrates on pleasuring my flesh but he's listening. I sense he'll demand oral service this weekend, also. I don't have to give him ideas, but it's fun to tease him. Maybe I can order something for delivery soon, have him bring it in.

This has been fun, but...

"Stop."

He stays on his knees but rises up, attentive. His arms go to his sides, his cock still ridiculously hard before him. If it softens, I have only to slash his back with the crop. He loves it as long as I don't overdo it.

"I've prepared a tray in my bathroom. Retrieve it and return. There's a towel over it. Do not disturb it."

As he walks away, I stand and remove my thong, damp from my earlier exertions. I'll have him wash it later. He does all my lingerie. Ladies, teach your men to do fine washables. They love it and it's so tedious. Soiled, they smell like you and this imprints them as deep as they go.

He returns with the tray and I remove the towel and reveal a bowl, shaving creme, and a ladies razor.

"Shave my cunt."

He takes the bowl, brings it back filled with warm water. He lovingly soaps and washes my pussy hair, spreads the shaving creme, and begins gently shaving me. He is focused and attentive, covering me with his fingers when necessary to protect delicate tissue from the razor. He is so good at this that I sit back and relax and let him work. He finishes with a warm cloth, then spreads a soothing creme over the bare skin. He is careful not to invade my privacy. I tease his neck gently with the crop.

"Bring me a mirror."

He runs out, dick bobbing, and returns with a hand mirror. I examine his handiwork and smile at him.

"Very good. Excellent, in fact. I may hire you out to my girlfriends."

He smiles back at the thought of access to so many pussies. He knows at least 3 of them would try to fuck him. I watch that erection twitch, grasp it and stroke it lovingly.

"Kiss my pussy, darling. Make me, no, take me all the way."

He begins. I've taught him to spend time on the inside of my thighs and to use his fingertips. He licks then suckles the flesh, his fingertips teasing the other side while working tantalizingly slowly toward the middle. Finally, his nose tickling the newly shaven mons, I feel his lips on mine and he begins the French variation you've all read about. No, it's the Russian...

I pat his head after coming so many times I can hardly raise my arms. I know his mouth must be tired but he is a strong, strong man and doesn't surrender to fatigue. I turn over, glancing at the clock, noting it's past midnight. He strokes my bottom, lovingly. An invitation, not a request.

"Darling."

"My love."

With these words, we return to our selves, wife and husband. I want sleep, then to kiss him tenderly before getting up to make his favorite breakfast.

He takes my hand, places it on his poor cock, hard as a rock. I stroke it lovingly. Women bond, too.

I turn, nuzzle his ear, whisper, "Put it in me. Please?"

I sit up, pull my legs under me, bend over and raise my bottom before him. The newly shaved skin tingles a bit. He caresses my thighs, rubs my ass with both hands, opens my anus with his thumb.

I whimper but how can I refuse?

I take the crop in my mouth, pull my ass open with my hands.



Sally and Billy



Billy, the 18 year old recent high school graduate, was spending the end of the summer with his grandparents across the hall from me in the condo complex. He is headed off to the university in a few weeks. I have met Billy and we have all shared a few meals. Billy is a nice young man, very polite and helpful.

On this particular day, grandma and grandpa were away, shopping or something, and Billy decided he would surprise them by weeding the planting bed outside their ground floor screened porch. I had just finished my weekly condo cleaning and was relaxing with a book on my screened porch about 10 feet away. I couldn't see Billy because of a wall, but I could hear him softly singing to himself as he worked on his hands and knees.

At the time I didn't think anything of it, but just for the record, I was wearing a loose T-shirt and nothing else - as I usually did when I was home alone. Billy was wearing a pair of loose shorts and flip flops.

Oh, in case you are new to my stories, this was in the early 1980's and I am a 30 year old elementary school teacher, third grade. I am 5'8" tall, weigh 150 pounds, love sex, have natural, full, heavy, sensitive breasts and trim my love mound short.

Out of the blue, Billy jumps up and begins swatting at the wasps or hornets he disturbed. There must be hundreds and Billy is hurting. I opened my screen door and threw him the towel I had been sitting on. "Billy, brush them off and run into the hallway. They are not attracted to dark areas and that might help. I will let you in my front door."

Billy had gotten rid of all but two or three tangled in his hair, but he was covered with stings and welts were beginning to rise. I took care of the ones in his hair, gave him some antihistamine and began rubbing him down with some soothing cream. "Billy, the antihistamine will make you sleepy. Why don't you lay down on the sofa and I will keep putting on the lotion."

He had been stung under his shorts and he pulled them up on his leg to give me access. His eyes were closed and I don't think he realized that I could see his long, thin, circumcised penis as it lay flaccid on his thigh, but I did, and it looked nice.

As I applied the lotion to his chest, arms and legs, my breasts were swinging freely above him and I didn't think anything of it until I saw his penis begin to rise. I looked and he was watching, fixated on my breasts. I pushed his penis down with my hand and said, "This needs to rest also."

"Why don't you take a nap on my bed while all this stuff begins to work on your stings?"

After I had him settled in my bed and was headed toward the door, Billy said, "Why don't you lie with me for a few minutes until I fall asleep?" 

I did; my hand on his leg, his hand on my arm. I fell asleep. While I was sleeping, my shirt worked its way up to my waist. I awoke several hours later to gentle fingers tracing my womanly charms. He was petting my pubes and gently touching the outer lips of my vagina. Just as I opened my eyes, he was beginning to suck on my clit. I opened my legs wider and gave him full access.

When I opened my legs he moved until he was on his knees between my legs and slid his hands up inside my shirt to my breasts while he explored my vagina with his mouth and tongue.

This boy seemed to know his way around a woman's body.

By the time he reached my breasts with his hands, my nipples had popped up like erasers and my areolas had crinkled. My vaginal lips were flowering and beginning to moisten with my natural fluids.

"Billy, do you know what you are doing?"

"I have wanted you since we first met last week. I want you so bad it hurts!"

"I will not have a one night stand. If we do this I need a commitment from you that we will make love at least once each day until you leave for school."

"Oh Sally, I accept with no hesitation." He leaned in and gave me the sweetest kiss I have ever had. I opened my mouth and we played tongue tag as he continued exploring my body and I began caressing his penis and balls.

"What do you have for birth control? I do not want to get pregnant."

"I don't have any condoms, but I can pull out before I cum."

"No! When you cum, I want you inside me. I don't like it when you come on me; and I don't like the feel of a condom inside me. I will take care of the birth control; you just take care of me."

He was fully erect and began sliding hid cock up and down through my vaginal lips. I was ready and wanted him as much as he wanted me, but I said, "Give me a minute to go to the bathroom and then you can help me put in my diaphragm."

"I have never done that before, you will have to teach me."

Together we put in my diaphragm, I explained the clinical process; I made sure it was in place, and we went back to where we left off after I removed his shorts and he slid my shirt off, over my head. We were naked and enjoying each other's body.

After teasing my vaginal lips a little more with his cock, and placing a pillow below my butt, Billy easily slid into me balls deep. He was fully inserted. I could feel his balls on my butt.

He began to gently move within me, withdrawing until only the head remained in me and then sliding all the way back in. It felt heavenly and I began moving to meet him as he slid in. Gently at first and then with more intensity as the sensations began to build in my vagina as he began touching my most sensitive areas with his long, thin cock.

Too soon, I felt him begin to swell and begin pumping his sweet, thick, hot, creamy fluid into me. I wasn't there yet, but I knew, based on his youth, it would not be long until he was ready to resume where we left off.

We cuddled and his hands never stopped moving. I think he was fixated with my breasts as he gave them his full attention. I on the other hand, was gently stroking his cock because I wanted it back inside me as soon as he was hard again.

His testicles were large and hung loosely in an oversized bag. I had a feeling, as he matured, his man tool would be one to contend with in the future.

Meanwhile, Billy is now standing on the floor by the bed, my butt is on the edge and my knees are by my ears. He slides easily into me and with full strokes is quickly bringing me toward my climax. I am slick with our combined juices and I hear the squish, squish as his cock pistons in and out, and the slap, slap as our flesh comes together. He is pumping fast and hard and I am thrusting to meet him when I go over the edge and begin shaking out of control as he continues thrusting deep inside me.

"Oh Billy, don't stop. Fuck me harder, I want you're cum. FUCK ME!"

When Billy came, I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold him inside me as he collapsed on me.

"Billy, I am going to wear you out and drain you before you leave for college."

"I'm looking forward to the challenge."



Sally & Harry



Harry and Sally?

Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. I will accept this characterization as my own. this was edited by T.H. It is a grand job by him. Keep in mind I will always rewrite after an edit. so all errors are MINE.

You remember that movie right? Harry and Sally in that restaurant? Sally shows Harry how good she can fake an orgasm.

While funny at the time, it sorta stuck in my mind.

******* 

Sally & Harry.

Sally and I met in college. The last semester for both of us. We had a damn statistics class. We needed help and found each other. The final grade for the course was a B for both of us. We worked our asses off for it. The celebration followed, the dates followed the celebration. We found local jobs and just moved in together. The sex was good. Not as much as I wanted but good. Even then it was like once a week. Usually Friday or Saturday night.

Sally was not beautiful. She was damn cute but no one would call her beautiful. Brown hair, a nice face, blue eyes, not tall 5'5", not skinny but not heavy, 130 pounds. Not that responsive even when making love but I loved her.

We were doing ok. The jobs were nice the money was good and there was a house and two kids in our future.

The apartment was small but we were saving a lot of money. The worst feature of a small apartment was .......

It was Sunday. I always slept late on Sunday. Sally was always up early every day. I had a hangover. We had partied with some friends and I had drunk too much. When I opened my eyes it was like one of those movie doors groaning. I could hear my eyes opening.

The phone rang. I almost screamed in pain. Sally answered and it sounded like she was screaming.

"Hello."

"No he is still sleeping. He drank too much last night." There was a giggle.

"Yes, I saw you keep his glass full. Thank you."

"Yes, it was great just like always."

HUH? What was she talking about?

"No. He will never suspect a thing."

Suspect?

"Laura, I told you that I will not do that. I need him. He and I have a future. You and I do not."

"Laura, listen to me. I will never tell anyone about us. I will never tell my family. I will marry and have two children and as long as we can meet once a week or so I will be happy."

"NO! I will marry. I love you but I will not face the world with you."

"NO! NO! If you try to force me into the open I will leave here and you will never see me again."

The pain in my head had vanished. I was busy trying to understand what she was saying. I suddenly felt very empty.

"You know I do not enjoy that. But I can fake it very well. And it is only once a week. I can do that."

"Laura, don't cry. We will still have our times. And no one ever needs to know."

I sat on the bed. I could still breathe. I was dead on the inside but I was still breathing.

"Don't be silly. Yes I love you. But I will not give my marriage up or the two children."

"Oh, he will never know."

"No, Laura. If you tell him I will just tell him that you are into women, that you wanted me, and I would not so you are just trying to break us up so you can have a chance at me."

The woman I loved was a queer, a dyke, a lesbo, what ever you want to call it. She loved a woman. She did not love me. I started to cry.

"Yes, today, after lunch. Why don't you drop by and we can have lunch with him and go shopping."

"Yes, Laura, we will stop at your place for some sweetness."

"You know he cannot do that for me. Not even with his tongue. I just tell him how good it is and do my Sally routine. He loves it." She laughed.

Ten thousand arrows hit my heart. I stopped breathing. I lay back on the bed. Idle memories ran through my mind. It was a blur of all the times she played Sally for me. I loved her. We had plans. We had ..........

"Ok, then. 1 o'clock, right."

"Good. Laura, wear that sexy black thong I gave you for your birthday."

"I think I hear him moving around. Bye."

The bed room door opened.

"OH! You are awake. Baby, you were just so great last night. Damn, you can really make me feel so special. I am so sore from the pounding you gave me. I will not be able to do it again for a week. Laura called. She will be over for lunch. We will be doing some girly shopping later. Why don't you call some of your friends and watch a ball game? Breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes. Move it, Harry." 

*********** 

The ravings of a lunatic. Fiction. If anyone wants to play with this, do so. Label it as Harry and Sally add Initials or numbers (SALLY & HARRY 123 OR FTF) and post the damn thing. I do not wish to continue this myself. I did try to keep it as simple as I could. All one knows for sure is that Sally is most likely a lesbian as is Laura. But is this correct? Or is there another reason for this conversation (actually one side of a conservation. who really knows what the other side was.). Or is he still drunk and dreaming. Can a women fake desire and orgasms to that extent?

Question for all male readers? How would you know is she was faking it? Question for female readers? How often do you fake it? Cover your ass use the anonymous or the private comment. 

Lay on MacDuff and damned who cries hold enough.



Sally & Harry (Ed & Jo)



Again the Ravings of a Lunatic. I recently posted a short story call Sally & Harry on this site. i wanted a open or closed discussion of women faking orgasms. i did the short story wrong and i posted it in Non-erotic. That got me very few readers. Si I an BACK with a story very limited in scope. It is about FAKING. 

So without further fanfare

*

My husband does not trust me. No, I did not get caught fucking some other man. No, I have a lesbo partner. Yes, I did something very stupid. And I do not know how to fix it. 

He hates movies that he calls chick flicks. I wanted to see an old favorite called 'When Harry met Sally'. He fought but I promised him a real good time. His little head won the argument. He was rather quiet during the movie. He did help with the late snack. He loaded the dishwasher and as it was the end of the Day he turned it on. 

WE headed up the stairs to the bedroom. I went after him to, as I had said, show him that real good time. I did a lot. I played with him and loved him and I gave him a blowjob to end all blowjobs. I got on top and rode him for what seemed like forever. Finally he came. I faked it. 

He looked at me. 

"Well, well you can fake it better than Sally."

"I always though so."

He got up, went into the bathroom. I waited for him to return. I did not hear any water or any flush. I went to see why he was staying in the bath. I opened the door. He was sitting on the commode staring at the shower.

"Ed, honey, come to bed." 

"Why, so you can fake it some more?"

"WHAT??!!"

"How long have you been faking it, Jo?"

"Ed, do not be silly, come to bed."

"How long have you been faking it, Jo?"

"I only do it now and then."

"I see. Well, now I know."

"Ed, it is not that big a deal. I only do it when you are finished. You almost always see to it that I cum too." This was silly of him. All women fake an orgasm now and then. Mostly it happens when they are tired and want to end the sex, Or they just want to get to sleep, Or they want to just send a awful lover home and gone, Or They want to preserve the delicate male ego. Or they do not want to tell the truth about a headache. There are a thousand reasons.

"Jo, why didn't you tell me you were faking it?"

I had no real answer for that question. 

"Ed, come to bed. This time I will not fake it."

"How would I know?"

"ED!!!!!"

"Jo, how would I know? All of our 14 years that we have made love, had sex, you have been faking it. Sure just every now and then. BUT I never knew." I could see something in his eyes, not anger. I always can tell when he is mad. Certainly not lust. Hurt, I could see hurt. Like he looked when his father had died so quickly from a massive heart attack.

"Ed, please let me hold you. I will make it better."

"How many other things have you been faking, Jo?" His voice had suddenly turned a deadly cold. "The night at the VFW dance when you were gone for all that time. Where you fucking Paul?"

"Ed, NO,"

"Or that time at the company picnic when you went for that canoe ride with Bill Stahal?"

"Ed, I have never been unfaithful to you."

"No, you just fake it." He was not angry. His voice was without feeling. I had no idea what to do, what to say. I started to cry.

"Are those real tears or can you fake that too."

I turned away and slowly walked to the bed. I sat and sobbed. He followed.

"They do sound real." He touched my face. "They are wet almost as wet as that fake orgasm you just faked."

He dressed. 

"I will see you in the morning. I want to be alone." 

He left the house that for so many years we had worked to make a home. I cried my self to sleep.

I made breakfast for the children. They were not happy that their Daddy was not there, but I lied and told them that he was called in to work. That happened enough that they could accept it. The three of them were loaded in to the car and dropped at the places they need to be. Eddie at soccer practice, Jean at her dance class, and the baby at four years old stayed with me. 

Normally on Saturday, Ed would pick the older two up after their practices. I was worried that he would not. After an hour I called his cell.

"Hello. , Jo."

"Ed, are you picking the kids up?"

"Well, it not something I could fake now is it?"

"Ed, this is silly. Just because I fake it now and then does not mean that I fake it all the time."

"How would I know?"

"Ed when you bring the kids home I will have my sister watch them. We need to talk."

"Jo, I do not trust you. You have been lying to me for years. I do not know where the lies start or stop. Suddenly everything you say or do can be a lie. I am lost. I do not know how to act around you any more. I never doubted you before now I doubt everything. Are the children MINE?"

"Ed, for god's sake. Let's talk. I will tell you the truth about anything and everything."

"How would I know?" I could hear him crying as he made the disconnect.

My husband does not trust me. No, I did not get caught fucking some other man. No, I do not have a lesbo partner. Yes, I did something very stupid. And I do not know how to fix it. 

**********

The ravings of a lunatic. Is this fiction?

OK NO one had any ideas on the first call. I had it wrapped up in a lesbian telephone call. Now Damn it, write, comment, say something. This will be posted in the Loving wives section for more readers than non-erotic. 

I kept this short and sweet. I do not want any speculation. There is only the FAKING.

Do women FAKE it? WHY?

How are men supposed to know? Are men supposed to know? Or do men pretend to accept a lie? Are men too stupid to know?

When does a woman tell her husband/lover? Before, during, after?

What kind of man wants woman to Fake it? If he does not want a Faker then what? 

Do women really enjoy blowjobs or are they Faking again? 

How much Faking goes in the Bedroom between a loving wife and a loving husband?

Do lesbians Fake it?

What will a loving wife do to make his loving husband happy?

I guess I could start a so-called thread in the forum section but I just cannot deal with the way it is set up. I find it stupid and silly and the icons are just plain dumb not to mention the so-called signatures. Beside I think this will go to a larger audience. So people talk. I will answer any and all feedback I get. I will copy and paste to a file. I would like to post feedback to the comments section so tell me if you want you ID dropped or whatever. The public comments will be open to the public, as always 

Once this is posted I will be adding to the public comments, so check back for the case of 

"THE FAKING"

Lay on macduff. 

I am the H20wader



Sally and Honey's Party



Going to the gym since my desire and love moved away has been a three times a week event. In our small town there is not much to do. So working out has become a social outing as well as serious exercise. 

Since Sally moved away I have been left pretty much on my own so to speak. I do not consider myself a lesbian however; Sally and I were very close. Sally was also a very active party girl. 

The last time we went out for drinks Sally got us into a group of swingers from Clarion Pa. that was visiting our home town Riverside motel. 

Sally and I were having dinner and drinks in the lounge. We were sitting by the large windows that look down on the river. The sun had gone down so the colored light were on down below the window. It was beautiful to look out on the river at night. Several members of the Clarion party came over to look out the window so conversation between Sally and the group soon become friendly. 

The band came in about nine-thirty and before long Sally and I were dancing with members of the group both men and women. Sally is a very relaxed and open girl. I guess that is why I love her so. She is honest and open to all that care to talk to her. Besides being absolutely beautiful Sally is very sexy in every way. Her walk, talk and dress. I was less inclined to be so willing a joiner at first. But Sally pulled me a long as if I we were joined at the hip. 

Looking over the group I saw the oldest man was close to fifty, short slightly balding with thick dark hair around his head and long at the nap of his neck. He looked solid and strong. The lady that seemed to be with him was taller and slim. Her hair was snow white yet her face and figure was not that of a lady over forty. She had full round breasts that floated freely under her silk blouse. She was obliviously bra-less. Her face was long slim with large deep set eyes and a generous mouth. I would call her very attractive. 

The next couple could have been Mr. and Mrs. USA from any where. He was tall medium build and she was a match. He wore a shirt no tie and matching slacks His wife was wearing a dress that was plan and she wore no jewelry. Both were nice looking but nothing made them stand out in a crowd. But as I watched this man dance with Sally I got the feeling he could give a girl a great time and he had the equipment to do the job right. 

The third coupe were younger only twenty or so was my guess. She was a pretty busty little blonde the shook every thing she had when she danced. Her husband was broad in the shoulders but thin from front to back. Narrow in the hips and the arms dangling from his shirt sleeves were muscular and deeply tanned as a man that worked out side.  
 There was one extra man in the group bring there number to seven. He was well dressed and seem a bit out of place with this group. He was forty plus, handsome, dark haired, gold rimed glasses and willowy he seemed to move with out trying. He moved effortlessly floating across the dance floor rather than moved on feet like the rest of us. 

Sally was dressed in a silky clinging thing that was painted on her tiny figure. Tiny except for her thirty-six D’s. Her blonde hair is cut short and the dark green of her dress matched her eyes. Sally has a thin broad mouth painted dark red and has a quick smile that can make a man drool. The deep “V” neck on the dress showed cleavage and the roundness of her solid breasts. 

I think of myself as a tall handsome girl that can turn a few heads where ever I go. I get my share of the cat calls and love to hear the man mumble as I swing my hips in passing. I have been called beautiful by some and I have made a few weak in the knees after a roll in the hay. 

My name is Honey, I am five ten, with one hundred and fifty perfectly placed pounds. Wide mouthed with dark eyes. I was dressed in a tan suite heels that brought me close to six one. I had on a white blouse that covered my 38’Cs. But my breasts were not the round firm kind like Sally has. No, my breast are pointed and they are not as straight out as they were a few years ago. My legs are long, well shaped and my ass is firm and round. I have been told I have the ass of a black girl. As far as I know there is no black blood in my family tree but I have had a few well hung back man give me a shot of juice in my firm round rear. Yes, I do enjoy anal sex as dose my friend Sally but hell there is little Sally does not enjoy. I do enjoy sex with men but for a lasting relationship I much prefer a softer touch.

As the night passed on we all started to feel the booze dance in our veins. The short slightly balding man was named Fred and he seemed to have picked me as his personal choice for the night. When we danced his head was right between my boobs. I kind of liked the feel of his head there. So I did not mind when he pressed a rather hard erection against my leg. It was very hard and felt thick. The second time he pressed it to my leg I bent down and kissed his bald spot. 

Sally and I moved to the group’s tables. Fred was sitting on my right and the tall well dressed man was on my left. His name was Carl. He was a friend of all and the father of the young man. Carl Junior was newly married and his wife named was Lola. Carl Sr. was soft spoken and when we danced he also found my leg a choice spot to rub his erection. As we moved around the dance floor we found a dark corner for a second and I quickly reached down and grabbed his cock to see just how large it was. I must say I was impressed. 

I observed Sally was also free with her hands and she did not object when the young man Carl Jr. kissed the tops of her glob like breasts.  
 Lola was on one side of Sally and I do believe both girls were feeling one another under the table. During the bands timeout I rested my hand in Fred’s lap. He was a master at opening his fly and allowing me to freely roam around inside his pants. The tall couple the plan ones were arranged so they sat next to Fred’s wife Linda, I saw Linda smile and wiggle one or twice so I thought she was also getting a finger under the table. 

Near Mid-night Sally and I were asked to join the group in a three room setting where all three rooms were joined by open doors. We gladly staggered our way to the rooms. 

This is how it was. The first room was Tom and Pat’s room the plan couple but a very nice couple and very sexy once they were undressed. 

The middle room was Fred and Linda’s and third room was Carl Jr. and his wife Lola’s and Carl Senior. Much to my surprise I saw Carl sr. quickly take his daughter into his arms and kiss her. All the while he was fondling her generous breasts. God there is nothing like love among the family members. I do find incest very exciting even though I never had the pleasure of it in my family. Sally however, had two brothers that brought her in to the world of sex and incest.

Fred maneuvered me towards the king size bed in his room. As I allowed him to find my many charms I also saw the others dropping clothing like they were on fire. 

For a few minutes I enjoyed Fred doing wonderful things to me. We were naked in a second and Fred had his bald head between my legs licking me to a frenzy. My long legs were wide apart knees up near my ears. Fred licked and wiggled his tongue across my clitoris while he managed to wiggle a thick rough finger into my ass. I was in heaven; I gave up a climax and flooded Fred’s mouth with my piss like climax. I am one of those women that when we climax it really flows out of us. I only do this when I am really excited and fully aroused. 

Fred quickly licked my juice away. He roiled me over on my belly lifted my hips up and got on his knees behind me. I thought for a minute I was going to get that thick stiff cock in my ass but no so. Fred found my dripping pussy his choice of the day.

From this position I could see into the next room. Sally was on her hands and knees Tom was behind her I could not see if his cock was in her ass or pussy but he was banging the hell out of her. Sally had her mouth tightly pressed to Linda’s pussy sucking and licking her to a climax. Sally always did love two at a time. Two any thing, just so her pussy and mouth were busy at the time. 

Next to them on that king size bed was Carl Jr. and long tall Pat. Pat was on her back and Carl was plowing a few deep furrows in her pussy. Pat was weeping and moaning her joys to the world. Carl Jr. was well up on straight arms above her.  
 Looking down at her pretty face. I could see her ass bouncing up and down like a jack hammer his face was tight with a strained look as if he were trying to hold back a climax well on it’s way to eruption.

I guess I better explain that I am a bit of a voyeur and I do enjoy watching others at play. 

Beyond that group was Carl Sr. and Lola he was standing at the foot of the bed in the third room and Lola was sitting down leaning forward with his handsome cock deep in her mouth. Carl Sr. Had his hands on Lola’s head as if he were giving her the divine rights for the best fucking blow job in town. 

Fred was fired up and was deep in my pussy when I felt him blow his load. It was hot thick and it turned me on so I let go with my second climax of the night. This little bald headed guy was an exciting fuck. I liked the little guy. So I thought I bet he would enjoy it if I sucked the combination of our two cums from his cock. Pulling free of Fred I turned around and pushed him on his back. I bent over him and captured his dripping cock in my mouth. I sucked it in my mouth right up to the hair and balls. Damn I do love to taste a sweet cum covered cock in my mouth. 

Looking again in to the second room I saw that Sally was now sitting across Linda’s face and Sally was giving Tom a well deserved blow job. Carl Jr. was also getting his cock licked and sucked clean by Pat. 

Carl Sr. was yelling that he was fucking cumming and Lola was sucking as hard as she could to get all of his sperm. Except for Linda all of us girls were locked on to a cock and having the time of our lives. 

A few minutes later we all were standing around naked while Tom made drinks. Sally and I jumped in a shower together, Sally was having fun she said, and I admitted I was too. This group had traveled many miles to keep the swinging a private matter and Sally and I just happen to be in the right place at the right time.

Being taller than Sally I let my hands work over her body and I found her still very sensitive to my touch. Sally ran a finger up between my pussy lips and wiggled the tip across my clitoris. I bent down and kissed her full on the mouth. Our tongues met and danced together as we fell into a loving embrace. Sally gave a little wiggle and I knew what she wanted. So I relaxed my hold on her and Sally dropped to her knees as I lifted one leg giving her room to maneuver. Sally pulled my pussy wide open so she could get her tongue into my cunt. I was sure it was still dripping Fred’s cum but Sally went after my clitoris and pussy like a woman starved for love. Which she was not 

I was enjoying her loving licks but was not close to a climax when the shower curtain was pulled back. Lola and Pat were standing there smiling at us.  
 Pat said, “If you two would let us we would love to join you in a little kissing and tender play.” I guess the guys needed time to recoup so Sally said “ Why not” so still dripping wet we made our way to the king size bed. The four of us kissed, fondled and caressed one another for twenty minutes. 

I was on my back with Pat’s pussy positioned above my face when I saw a long hard cock appear above me. I saw heavy hairy balls and a throbbing vein filled with blood on the under side of one very long and lovely cock. I reached up and grabbed that cock. I guided it toward Pats’ tiny ass hole. I did not even know if she liked her ass fucked but what the hell her pussy was mind so who ever it was standing behind her had her ass all to himself. The cock felt a little dry so I rubbed the head along her wet pussy and then pushed it back up to her ass hole. The head disappeared easily into what I guessed was a well fucked ass. 

I licked and sucked on her clitoris as I felt her ass jerk to meet every push of the cock that was running deep into back love hole. . God this was so exciting. Tasting the salty juice from a red hot pussy and watching a wonderful cock going into her ass. I was so hot I started to cum myself. But I was slow compared to Pat she gave me a flood that damn near drown me. The cock above me swelled up and fired a shot heard around the motel. Pat screamed out telling the room and her two lovers to make her cum more. 

Pat collapsed fall off me to one side. The cock pulled from her ass making a swooshing sound. I rolled free of the arms and legs that dangled around me. Sitting up I looked around. Sally was on the floor Carl Sr. was getting his cock sucked by a truly expert at this task. Carl Jr. was behind Sally and he was fully embedded in her rear end. Lola was kneeling beside her husband working a finger deep up his ass. This some how seem to drive the young man to greater powers. He had hold of Sally’s hips pulling her back into him with a force that shook the room. Linda was also involved in this work out. Linda was fingering Carl Sr. ass the same way. 

I had never seen anything like this before A father and son were screwing the same girl and both getting a finger up the ass while doing so. 

Tom and Pat were sitting next to me now and we were all fascinated by this action. Fred was standing off to the side stroking his hard cock. Tom was stroking his cock which had come alive again. Pat was wiggling next to me. I guess her ass and pussy were still feeling the effects of her loving. My own cunt was tingling with a deep seated desire to get its share of the show. 

I was totally surprised by what happened next. Fred stepped over Sally’s back so his cock was pointed at Carl Sr. The older member of that family smiled and opened his mouth wide. Carl sr. was a wiling recipient of Fred’s cock.  
 I had seen guys suck guys before but for some reason this scene was so wild I wanted to do something, anything to join the action. But before I could even run a finger across my clitoris Sally started to shake, Carl Jr. was cumming in her well worn ass, and Carl Sr. was cumming in her mouth, Fred came in Carl Sr.’s mouth. Lola had been masturbating as well as finger fucking her husbands behind. I think she climaxed. Pat must have been feeling the same as I was because she quickly dropped down in front of Tom and sucked his cock till he cum. Everyone was climaxing except for myself and Linda. 

Linda looked over at me and pulled her finger from Carl Sr.’s ass and moved to between my legs darting her tongue into my cunt. I was on fire and came quickly as Linda rammed a finger up me ass. 

Never in my life had I ever seen anything like this. Nine people in a wild sexual dance together as if they were one body. 

It was twenty minutes later after Sally and I had showered for the second time then we started to get dressed. Wet hair and all I thought Sally was the most beautiful girl in the room. I felt happy that she was part of my life. I knew she was about to move out of the country for a while if not forever but I was happy for her and sad for myself. I would miss my Sally and I knew it would not be easy to find a girl to replace her in my life. So here I was sweating and working out to pass the time and get rid of some of these feeling. But how can one get past the feeling of loneliness if one can not stop thinking of things like that special night.





II

It was two days later that I received a phone call. It was Pat from Clarion Pa. She informed me that she and her husband were on the way west for a short vacation and if I would like they wanted to stop by for a evening. I thought about it and told Pat I would be happy to have them visit me. I gave her my address and said I had lots of room for then to spend the night. 

Pat called on Monday night, this was Wednesday and I was in the Gym working out. Visions of the last party were in my head and I could not get them out. So I worked out hard getting a good heart rate and sweating my ass off. 

I was sitting on a rowing machine when one of the male instructors walked by stopping to talk to another girl just a few feet away. As he talked I was fully aware that his cock was growing to a nice full erection. Spandex does nothing to hide such a whopper. I felt he was not trying to hide it but wanted the girl to see what he had to offer her. I had not seen her here before but she did look some what familiar.  
 She was tall like me, slim with generous round tits, a small waist and an ass that reminded me of Sally. God I missed that girl. I would have to E-mail her tonight and tell her about the forth coming meeting with Pat and Tom. Oh; yes Pat did say there may also be another guest. She did not elaborate and I did not ask. 

The girl did not seem interested in the instructor and his prominent erection. I however, started to remember how exciting it was to have the close up of Tom’s cock going into his wife’s ass and my mouth on her pussy. I had not sucked a cock or licked a pussy since that last night out with Sally. That was over six weeks ago. I was very needy and horny besides. 

I had been in the gym longer than ever before and was ready for the showers. The ladies showers are partitioned off with polished stainless steel walls. They are so polished that you can see yourself in them. Almost like a mirror. The walls are up off the floor by more than a foot and the tops were only about five feet high. 

I was once again seeing visions in my mind as I let the warm water beat down on my body. I was off some where in dream land when I head a voice. “Hi, for give me if I am wrong, but aren’t you Honey Dewall?” 

I jump back from my dream and opened my eyes. There a shower stall away was the lady I saw in the gym talking got the instructor. I blinked the water out of my eyes and looked at her. She was tall like me, short dark hair, and a wide mouth smiling eyes of blue and yes she was very pretty, with a sexy look about her that I was sure made the men look twice. I knew that sexy look for my dear Friend Sally had it and she drove men wild. 

“Yes I am do I know you? You do look familiar.” I said looking at her face with a hint of desire in my voice, my eye and in my grown. 

She said her name was Marissa O’Day and she had gone to FSU at the same time I did. She said she had tried out for the girl’s basketball team but after just five day she hurt her ankle and never made the team. It came back to me then and I did remember her. I also remember the first time I saw her naked in the school showers. I wanted to touch her then and I did so now too. How could I have forgotten her, well it has been fifteen years. If I had not been in a steel enclosure I would have taken her into my arms and given her a warm welcome. God I was so horny. I thought give it a timeout Homey, you are just too horny. 

We stepped out and taking up large towels we made our way to the lockers. I have a permanent locker while she had one down on the side wall used for first time visitors. I watched as she moved away lifting the towel to rub her short curls. She had a strong back and a firm behind that was wide and very sexy. Her small waist set off her hips. I shivered as I though how nice it would be to hold her in my arms.  
 I took my time about toweling off I let Marissa get a good look at me also. It was as if we both were showing off for one another. She said she made every game and loved to watch me move around the court. As I pulled on my sweater I asked Marissa if she would like to have coffee with me in a near by hotel lounge. It pleased me when she accepted my offer.




Sally and Honey's Party



We found a side booth near the rear of the lounge and sat on the same side. I ordered a mixed drink and Marissa ordered a Martini. Three drinks later and several shoulder rubbings I slipped my arm around her shoulders. She turned to face me and offered me her mouth. I kissed her full on the mouth and she responded with pressure on my mouth. I tighten my hold around her shoulders and she slipped her hand between my slightly parted legs. 

Ten minutes later we were in my bedroom naked. I kissed her and she slipped her tongue into my waiting mouth. I found her breasts firm and sensitive to my touch. We rolled on to the bed and she came up on top of me. Our breasts were crushed together and her weight felt good on top of me. 

One handed I reached into the top drawer of my night stand and came out with a pink vibrator. The second time into the drawer I came up with a large tube of K-Y jelly. When Marissa saw what I had she laughed and took the vibrator from me. She lubricated it generously with the jelly and shoved it into my pussy as she clamped down on my clitoris with her mouth. 

I could not get my mouth on her pussy in this position so I just found her pussy with two stiff fingers. It felt so good to be loved and attended to. I was quickly climbing to the top of my sexual wave. I was doing my best to bring Marissa along with me but I lost out and gave in to the climax I had been holding back for so long. God it was wonderful to let go and flood the bed and her mouth a spray of warm climax cream. She was an expert at licking my free flowing juices. She was so good I gave up a second climax seconds after the first. I screamed and sent the piss like cream spurting across the bed sheets. 

We rolled apart and lay there breathing as if we had run a four minute mile. Marissa recovered first; rising up on an elbow she kissed me softly. I tasted my own juices on her mouth. I pushed her on her back and lubricated the vibrator and parted her legs. She reached down and took my hand in hers. She pushed my hand back between her legs till the tip of the vibrator was positioned at the opening to her tiny rose bud. I smiled and very slowly pushed it in to her. She lifted her legs and parted them for me. I lowered my mouth to her wet hot pussy and started to fuck her asshole with the vibrator as I licked her trembling cunt. The lips of her pussy were quivering as my lips found it warm, sweet and ready.  
 Marissa spent the night with me and I woke to find her in the kitchen making coffee. Still naked I kissed her and accepted her offer of a cup of coffee. 

Marissa had been married as had I but only for a short time and no children came of that union. She was in town on business and told me she had to leave in a few days. I ask her to move in here till she had to leave. She agreed to this arrangement. It was on my second cup of coffee that I remembered I was going to have guests on Friday evening. How to tell Marissa? I wondered if she may want to join my new found friends.

I have always found the truth the best way to go so I told her about the last night together with Sally and our party with the group. I went on to tell her they were going to visit on Friday. I told her I would love for her to stay but it she was uncomfortable with strangers I would understand. Marissa said she would love to meet my friends. So to celibate we retired up to the bedroom and entered the shower together. 

It was noon when Marissa headed back to her hotel and I headed for the market to stock up on mix, booze and food. 

Marissa arrived back at the house with her luggage about six that evening. I fixed dinner and we relaxed in t-shirts and nothing else, out on the back porch. There in nothing like a cool summer breeze and sitting in the dark on a well padded swing. We talked and touched gently with out a great deal of passion but a great deal of love and feeling. 

I found out her husband had brought home girlfriends and made her join in on a threesome. Then he brought home guys to watch Marissa give blow jobs while he took pictures. This was not what she wanted out of a marriage and soon called it quits. She admitted sex with men was Ok at times but much like me she liked the more gentle sex with a woman. She asked me about Sally and I opened up like a can of pork and beans. She soon saw that I had been in love with Sally and yet I was happy for Sally and happy that she was now doing what she wanted with her life. 

After a few silent minutes Marissa got up and said she would be right back. She returned and instead of sitting next to me she sat on a pillow in front of me on the floor. She rested her head on my thigh and I let her have her way. She pushed my legs apart till her fingers found my wet spot. Her lips covered my clitoris and that is when I felt the tip of a dildo slip into my treasure chest. It was large so I leaned back and pushed my hips to the very edge of the porch swing. Lifting one leg I gladly offered her more room in which to have her way with me. I could not see the dildo but it was a large one and I had seen some black ones that were very long and thick. Marissa had covered it generously with K-Y jelly and it felt nice as the bulbous head forced it’s way in. She never took her mouth off my clitoris yet she had room to slowly get the toy well up into me. I was fast becoming very aroused.  
 It was dark out here and my nearest neighbor was several hundred feet away. I was sure no one could hear my breathing as I gasped for air. She worked it faster and deeper as I headed for one hell of a climax. I cried out as I ripped away all remnants of civility and screamed I was cumming.

The dildo with drawn, her mouth replaced it over my dripping pussy. She licked and sucked the very essence of life from me. I was delirious with the joys of life I was in love again and Sally was forever gone from my dreams. 

Reaching I lifted Marissa up to me and we kissed as lovers do passionately, lovingly and with a hint of more to come.





III

Friday arrived and we sat waiting for our company. We changed the bedding and sat out towels in all three bathrooms. I was going to cook for my visitors but gave that idea up and called for reservations at a local watering hole. It was just a small bar but the food was excellent. 

Pat had called early that morning and said there would be three as they were bring a friend of Tom’s from work. She said his name was Charles and that he was a very nice man. I did not ask but I took it that Pat and Tom were doing a three way with his friend Charles. I told her that a friend of mine had stopped by and that she would be joining us. Pat did not ask any questions either and I am sure she knew that Marissa and I were lovers. 

A long silver caddy pulled up in the drive way right at Six PM. Tom was driving Pat was in the front seat next to him and a tall slender black man got out of the back seat. He was very light brown and handsome as any man I had ever seen. His smile was broad and he moved as easy as a cat. I got a shiver down my back and wondered if he was as well hung as the last back man that had graced my path. Marissa standing close said in a whisper “He is a hunk if I ever saw one. Hope he is not gay.” And we laughed under our breath. 

Pat hooked an arm in the black mans arm and leading the way brought him to the steps of the back porch. I offered him my hand and he took it and pulled me close so he could kiss me on the cheek. I was very pleased with Pat’s guest. Charles did the same with Marissa and were all moved into the kitchen. Tom was still the same slow easy going guy that I remembered. He hugged me and kissed me on the mouth. I let him get a feel of my breasts as he kissed me. 

Ten minutes later I showed them to the rooms I had for them. Tom was standing off to one side now talking to Marissa while Charles was paying close attention to me.  

 Pat sat the luggage on the stand and turned to Charles asking him to bring up another bag. As soon as he was out of ear shot she said “Honey you’ll love him to death. He is good and he is very oral.” 

I said “I hope we can control things for a while as I made reservations for dinner out.” She laughed and said she was sure the boys could hold off for a few hours. I smiled thinking two men and four girls now these guys are in for a really good time. Hopefully the girls are too.



Sally & Jill



A special fan from across the ocean has asked me to write a lesbian themed story and I just couldn't resist. I hope you all like reading it as much as I did writing it. 

*

It wasn't unusual for someone to insist on renting a porn movie for the Saturday night viewing party, usually it was Bob. Sometimes it was so bad they spent more time laughing at the bad acting and poor plot line then becoming aroused by the film. The small group of close friends, Bob, Sally, Jill, and Kathy, had been enjoying this weekly ritual for several months. Now, if the porn movie were good enough, they'd all masturbate alone later, except for Jill, who would climax during the film, but wouldn't say anything as she feared being embarrassed and teased by her friends. The viewing party would be held at a different person's house every week so no one had to always be the host. They knew the rules, what happened at viewing parties, stayed at viewing parties. However, the only thing that ever happened was the one time the girls begged Bob to show them his cock so they could see if his was as big as the actor on the screen. It turned out his was bigger, and he was rewarded with three sets of hands stroking him to full climax. The four friends never went any further for fear of destroying the great friendship they shared.

One Saturday night, Bob and Kathy had dates (though, not with each other) and would have to miss the weekly movie show. Sally and Jill decided to go on without them, as neither had dates, and they both didn't want to sit home alone. It was Jill's turn to be the host, so ordered a pizza and met Sally at the video store. They rented a few movies, including one new porno they had never heard of before, and headed back to Jill's place. Together, they watched the movies and ate dinner, laughing at the comedies and crying though the tearjerkers. Since there was no Bob, they had more control over the choice of films. Once the pizza was gone, they decided to put in the porno DVD and see what they had rented. It didn't take long for the first sex scene to appear, and to their shock it was a lesbian sex scene. They watched the two women do things they'd never even seen done before, and before long, they were both somewhat aroused. Like any porn film, there was more bad dialogue, and more lesbian sex.

"What was the name of this movie?" asked Sally grabbing her cell phone.

"Ugh, 'Girls Just Want to Have Fun 2,'" said Jill giggling.

Sally put her phone down and asked, "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope, see," said Jill handing her the box.

Sally looked at the box and giggled. "Well, they certainly are having fun now aren't they."

"Yeah they are," said Jill, shifting her weight as she felt herself becoming more aroused.

Sally looked at Jill and asked, "Is this turning you on?"

Jill bushed and said, "What? No! Of course not."

"Yes it is," said Sally. "I didn't know you were a lesbo."

"I'm not!" snapped Jill. "I like guys."

"But seeing these women is turning you on," said Sally. "Tell me, do I turn you on?"

Jill looked at Sally and noticed she too seemed aroused by the film. "I don't know, I've never thought of you like that before."

"Can I tell you a secret Jill?" asked Sally.

"Sure," said Jill.

"I prefer girls more than boys," Sally said smiling.

"Really?" asked Jill. "But what about Bob?"

"He's a friend," said Sally. "I mean, he's a great guy, but that day we stroked him off, I didn't enjoy it as much as you two did."

"I thought it was because he was our friend," said Jill.

"That was part of it," said Sally. "But see, I have always been attracted to girls, for as long as I can remember."

"Wow," said Jill. "I had no idea."

"It's not something I brag about," said Sally. "I wasn't sure how you or Kathy would react. I mean, Bob would find it hot, but you two, I just wasn't sure you'd still like me."

"Why?" asked Jill. "We're still friends aren't we?"

"Well yes," said Sally. "But admitting you like those that are the same as you, well, not everyone can be so understanding."

Jill looked at Sally and smiled. "I think it's wonderful. I've always wanted a lesbian friend, now I know I've always had one."

"You really don't hate me?" asked Sally.

"Why would I?" said Jill. "You're still the same Sally I've known for years, aren't you?"

Jill hugged her friend tightly. Sally smiled in relief and said, "Yes, I guess I am."

"Well all right then," said Jill releasing Sally from her hug. "Now stop being so silly."

Sally moved in a bit closer to Jill and said, "But tell me the truth now Jill, this film is turning you on, isn't it?"

Jill blushed and said, "Yeah, it is."

Sally smiled and said, "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I tend to get aroused by hetro scenes if they last long enough. Mind you not the actual fucking, but the oral action makes me so wet."

"So, I'm not a freak?" asked Jill.

"Far from it," said Sally. "Have you ever wondered what it would feel like with a woman?"

"Sure," said Jill. "I mean, hasn't everyone?"

Sally giggled and said, "You have a valid point there."

Sally gently touched Jill's cheek, stroking it softly. Jill purred under her touch and said, "That feel nice."

"Want to feel something even nicer?" asked Sally.

"Sure," said Jill.

Sally leaned over and gently kissed Jill's full, pouty lips. At first Jill didn't respond, but then, she returned the kiss and the two women slipped their tongues into the other's mouth. Their tongues danced in their erotic coupling for several minutes, then Jill pulled away panting.

"Wow!" Jill gasped, pushing a strand of her long blond her behind her ear. "That's... that's incredible."

"Thanks," said Sally, her green eyes sparkling. "You were pretty good too."

"Thanks," said Jill. "But, why did you kiss me?"

Sally giggled and stroked Jill's blond hair. "Because I wanted to, silly."

Jill looked into Sally's green eyes. To Jill, Sally so was beautiful with her, auburn hair, firm body, large breasts, and firm ass. Sally could have anyone, and now, she was kissing her. "You... you wanted to... to kiss... me?"

Sally looked at the shocked Jill and smiled. She had wanted this luscious creature with long blond hair, bright blue eyes, breasts as large if not larger than hers, and a lovely heart shaped ass for years. She knew man or woman would love to be with her, and tonight was her chance.

"Jill, if I didn't want to, I wouldn't have done it."

With that said, Sally kissed Jill again. She was rewarded with Jill's luscious mouth and tongue eagerly wanting her in return. Had the movie not already aroused Jill, Sally's kisses would have for sure. Jill wrapped her arms around Sally, and in turn, Sally wrapped her arms around her. The two women kissed for several minutes more, when Sally whispered in Jill's ear, "Have you ever wanted to feel a woman's touch?"

Jill jerked back in surprise and said, "What?"

Sally smiled and said, "I've wanted to make love to you since we first met, but I was afraid to scare you off. Please Jill; let me show you womanly love."

"But, I'm not gay," said Jill.

"I know," said Sally. "We call it being bi-curious and there is nothing wrong with it. Please Jill; let me help you explore your natural curiosity."

Jill looked deep into the beautiful green eyes looking back at her with desire and longing. It was true, she was very curious about how it would feel to be with a woman, but she feared she would become a lesbian and never want a man again.

"I don't know."

"Afraid I'll convert you?" giggled Sally.

Jill looked shocked with this statement. "How did you know?"

Sally began laughing, then said, "Oh you silly girl. It doesn't work like that. That's a silly as a guy thinking if he fucks a lesbian she'll convert and become straight. It doesn't work that way. If you were gay, I'd think you'd know it by now. It's okay to be curious. I was too, once."

"What do you mean?" asked Jill.

"I've had sex with a guy before," said Sally. "All it did was confirm what I already knew. I am glad I did it though, as it answered the one burning question I had."

"Which was?"

"What it was like," said Sally. "Now I understand."

"So, if we were to, do more, I won't wake up gay?" asked Jill.

Sally laughed again and said, "Not unless you were before. But if you don't want to Jill, I won't force you."

Jill thought for a moment then asked, "You promise?"

Sally drew an X over her heart and said, "Cross my heart."

Jill smiled and said, "Okay Sally. What do we do first?"

Sally smiled and said, "Let's just watch the video, and we'll just take it slow."

Jill snuggled into Sally's arms and they watched the film. More bad dialogue and soon, more lesbian sex played out. Sally rubbed Jill's arms at first, then, slowly, slid her hand to Jill's firm breast. She could feel the erect nipple under the fabric of bra and blouse as she gently caressed her firm and soft flesh. Jill let out a soft moan as Sally worked. Slowly, Sally began to unbutton Jill's blouse, while still massaging the firm breast under her deft fingers. Jill shifted to give Sally better access, and Sally took full advantage of this. Once her blouse was open, Sally saw the lacy black bra covering the two lovely orbs and resisted the urge to rip it off her luscious body, but rather, began to massage the two at the same time. Jill moaned louder and pressed her breasts into Sally's hands.

"God your breasts are lovely Jill," whispered Sally.

"Thanks," gasped Jill.

"I want so badly to kiss them," said Sally.

"MMMMMM," moaned Jill. "Would you suck them too?"

"Oh yes," said Sally.

"Suck them Sally, please, suck them for me," moaned Jill.

Sally smiled and moved her hands so she could unhook the bra, thus freeing Jill's breasts from their fabric prison. The bra was tossed aside and Sally positioned herself so she was lying next to Jill, and began to kiss down her neck to Jill's left breast, to the firm, erect nipple waiting her. Jill moaned as she felt each kiss, but gasped when Sally took the nipple into her mouth and began suckling and licking. Her hand massaged and teased the other breast and nipple and Jill's sex grew wetter. Jill couldn't believe that she could feel so aroused by such a simple act as having her nipples sucked. She stared to grind her sex into Sally's stomach as Sally switched from the left nipple, to her right, moaning louder than the actresses in the movie.

"OH GOD! OH SALLY!" cried Jill.

Sally smiled and asked, "May I do more?"

"Anything! Anything you want! I'm yours!"

Sally loved hearing Jill say this, and began to unbutton and unzip Jill's jeans as she kissed her way down Jill's stomach. She slipped Jill's jeans off, and looked down at the black thong panties that were soaked, clinging to Jill's sex. Sally noticed the bra and panties matched with the same lacy pattern. Sally kissed up Jill's firm legs, kissing up her calves, knees, and thighs. Jill's body trembled from anticipation from Sally's gentle kisses. Soon, Sally was looking at the prize she had waited so long to enjoy, but she decided to tease Jill a bit more. She kissed along the edge of her panties, across her stomach, and over each thigh. Jill moaned loudly and squirmed under her kisses. She reached down, grabbed Sally's auburn hair, and tried to force her into her sex.

Sally smiled and said, "What do you wish me to do my dear?"

"Lick me... please... kiss me... show me your womanly love"

"As you wish," said Sally.

Sally grabbed Jill's panties with her teeth, and slowly pulled them down. She could smell the musky aroma that exuded from Jill's wet sex and it increased her own arousal. Once the panties were gone, Sally looked at Jill's luscious naked body, waiting and wanting her touch, her kiss, and she wanted to bring Jill nothing but pleasure. Slowly, Sally crept up Jill's trembling legs, until she was once again inches away from the valuable treasure she had longed to kiss. Jill's sex was covered in a soft mound of curly blond hair, and she knew, Jill was not a girl who shaved, this part of her body. Sally kissed the hair and Jill squirmed. She then moved between her legs, and gently placed her lips on the lips of Jill's wet sex. Jill gasped loudly as Sally began to lick the outer lips. Jill squirmed and moaned as Sally slowly began kissing, and licking her aching sex. Sally licked up and found Jill's clit. The sensation made Jill scream with delight as she begged for more. Sally had no intention of stopping as she slipped a finger deep into Jill's sex while she kissed, licked, and sucked her clit. Jill's body began to tense up and Sally knew she was close to a full climax.

"Do you climax when you masturbate?" asked Sally.

"Yes," gasped Jill breathlessly.

"Are you close?"

"Yes!"

Sally slipped a second finger into Jill and she moaned louder. Sally licked and sucked her clit while working her fingers gently inside her warm sex. It wasn't but maybe a minute or two later that Jill screamed and her juices poured out. Jill's climax was like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life, and nothing that Sally had expected. Sally greedily licked and sucked more, working Jill into more and more climaxes, drinking her juices and making her friend feel sensations she'd never known or experienced before.

After countless orgasms, Sally withdrew her fingers, and kissed her way up the panting Jill, who was spent and satisfied. Sally began kissing her mouth, smelling and tasting of Jill's sex and the sensation drove Jill mad with desire. She began touching Sally's body, exploring it, feeling her breasts and ass through her clothes.

Sally moaned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I want to do that to you," said Jill.

"Really?"

"Yes, please, let me try to pleasure you now," said Jill.

"By all means, please," said Sally.

Jill fumbled with unbuttoning Sally's blouse, but soon it was lying on the floor. Jill was so aroused by the sensations she had felt she didn't know where to begin, so she duplicated the kissing pattern that Sally used with her, kissing down her neck as she worked to unhook Sally's bra. Sally was shocked at the passion Jill was demonstrating as she kissed down to her breasts, and the desire she demonstrated when Jill sucked her nipples. Sally threw her head back moaning loudly, and grabbing fistfuls of Jill's blond hair. Jill sucked and licked her left and right nipples with such care and tenderness, but with a bit more force. Sally was shocked how much her friend seemed to be enjoying herself, and even wondered if maybe Jill was a lesbian after all.

Since Sally was wearing a skirt, Jill didn't bother to remove it, but rather, she pushed it up and saw the soaked pink panties waiting for her. Jill could smell Sally's musky arousal and felt she had to taste it for herself. She slowly removed Sally's panties, threw them to the floor, and saw, that her friend shaved her sex, leaving the smallest amount of hair near the base. Jill smiled and kissed the tiny patch of hair and Sally moaned loudly.

"Don't worry about hurting me," said Sally. "I'll tell you if you're doing it wrong."

Jill smiled. She did not intend to harm her friend, but wanted to make her scream the way she had just a few minutes earlier. She scooted herself down, and gently kissed those precious lips. Hearing Sally gasp, the moan told her she was very much on the right track. She touched the lips with her finger lightly, and then licked them with her tongue.

"Like this?" Jill asked.

"OH FUCK YEAH!" cried Sally. "Don't stop, please."

Jill smiled, kissed, and licked the lips. It was by chance she licked Sally's clit the first time, but Sally's reaction told her all she needed to know. Jill slipped a trembling finger into her wet sex as she licked and sucked her friend's clit.

"Two Baby," gasped Sally. "Use two fingers."

Jill slipped a second finger into Sally's sex and began to move them while working her clit with her mouth. Sally's hands held Jill's hair as Jill worked Sally's aching sex. Not getting the results she desired, Jill slipped in a third finger and that seemed to do the trick. Soon, Sally was grinding her hips into Jill's face, and before long, her body tensed up and the climax began. The flow of juices surprised Jill, but she just kept working. The taste was like nothing she had ever experience before, and soon, Jill was greedily lapping up the juices, and making Sally climax again, and again. Sally had never climaxed so many times before, especially with someone who claimed to be a lesbian virgin.

When Jill had finished, she lay next to Sally, holding her gently. They kissed and touched as the movie played on. Sally spent the night in Jill's bed, and the two made love off and on all night. Over the next few months, they would experience their womanly love over and over again. Over time, they realized that as much as they enjoy the sex, they didn't wish to risk their long-standing friendship. They agreed that when one or the other became involved in a relationship, the other would keep her distance out of respect. Bob and Kathy never knew about their affair, but Sally did finally come out to them, and found out, her friends accepted her for who she was, and were happy for her.

A few years after that fateful night, Sally met a woman she fell in love with, and Jill discovered she was very much a bisexual lover. She enjoyed the feel of a hard cock as much as a soft pussy and decided to explore her desires without making a permanent commitment to anyone person. When Sally and her partner decided to marry, Jill was her maid of honor and Kathy was a bridesmaid. Neither Sally nor Jill ever told anyone about their secret love affair, nor did they wish for anything more. Jill did feel a small twinge of loss when Sally married, but she knew she could never give Sally what she really wanted, and this woman could. Jill became good friends with Sally's wife, and the growing group of friends still has the occasional movie night, only now, no one brings a porno.



Sally and Joe



It was about 1980 and I was a 30 year old, single elementary school teacher. I wasn't dating anyone exclusive at the time, but did have a mutual arrangement with several men in town for sexual release as needed. I am Sally, I am 5'8", 150 pounds; I have firm, natural, heavy, full breasts with sensitive nipples. I sail during the summer and swim in the heated outdoor condo pool during the winter to keep in shape. I wear a nylon/Lycra suit because it is form fitting and slides through the water easier.

It is December, a few days before Christmas. Don't let anyone tell you that it doesn't get cold in Florida. For the past few days the high temperature has been in the 40's and I have had to bundle up to walk over to the pool for my usual mile swim. 

I pulled a chair over near the steps to hold my clothes while I swam my laps so they would be close when it was time to get out. The same young man who was here yesterday is in the pool slowly swimming back and forth. As I am doing my laps, I check him out underwater each time we pass. The pool is heated, but even at that, a man's penis will contract in the cooler than body temperature water. Well, even contracted, he has a nice package hanging in his nylon Speedo.

At the quarter mile mark, I stop for one of my rest periods. The package stops beside me, only our heads above the water. "Hi, I'm Joe. Until I saw you yesterday I didn't think any young people lived in Florida. I am here with my college swim team for the week and I am staying here, with my grandparents, rather than in the motel with the rest of the team. We practice for three hours each morning, but the afternoons have been so boring that I decided to take an extra distance swim to kill time."

"I'm Sally, I teach school up the road and live here - over in that building." As I pointed with my hand.

"I've got to keep swimming, but maybe we can talk some more during my next rest period." I pulled my goggles back in place and pushed off.

It is only fair, but I saw Joe checking me out underwater each time we passed, just like I was checking him out.

We chatted at each break and when I finished my mile I invited him to my condo for a cup of hot chocolate.

When we got to my condo and excused myself to get out of my wet suit. I slipped on a pair of panties and a loose T-shirt as I would do any other day and didn't think anything of it. When I came back out, Joe was sitting at the table, facing the kitchen, in his team sweats. His wet suit and swim goggles were hanging on the doorknob of the front door.

I began hustling around the kitchen and reached up into the upper cupboard for mugs when I realized that I had just exposed my firm, panty clad butt to Joe. I continued as if nothing had happened, but I think I blushed. I know I got a sensation that radiated from my vagina to my head and that my nipples popped up like erasers.

Joe didn't say anything, but I knew he was watching.

We talked at the table over several mugs of hot chocolate and when he thanked me and left, we had agreed to meet at the pool again tomorrow afternoon.

The next afternoon we held hands as we went to my condo for our hot chocolate. This time, however, when I reached up to get the mugs from the top shelf, Joe was there behind me with a hand on each breast and something hard poking me from behind. I turned around in his arms and kissed him. His hands slid to my butt cheeks and he pulled me close as we opened our mouths to each other and played tongue tag.

We never did get to the hot chocolate, things were already hot enough.

We moved over to the sofa and Joe slid my shirt over my head, kissed my breasts and began sucking on my hard nipples and crinkled areolas.

I slid his top off and admired his smooth abs, caressing him with my hands and fingers. My hand slid lower and inside his pants to his erect cock. He was leaking a drop of pre-cum and I spread it around the smooth, circumcised cap. Joe moaned and slid his sweat pants off.

I slid to my knees on the floor in front of him and began loving his cock with my mouth and tongue. He loved my breasts with his hands and fingers. Being 20 years old, I knew he would recover quickly so I did not hesitate to give him my full attention and within a few minutes he exploded in my mouth. Hot, thick and creamy.

After a few minutes, he pulled my panties off and began orally loving my vagina and giving extra attention to my clit while still holding a breast in each hand. He was good! I could feel an orgasm building and I knew I wanted him inside me.

"Let's go back to the bedroom, I need to put in my diaphragm and it will be so much nicer in bed."

When I joined Joe in bed, I held up my hand as he moved toward me and said, "If you cum, I want you inside me and not splashing around on my body or on the sheets."

He smiled, took me in his arms and said, "No problem. My aim is true."

I smiled as we kissed and we began exploring each other's bodies. I was comfortable in my skin and even though Joe was 10 years younger, I was determined to be his best experience yet.

He rolled me on my back and I positioned a pillow under my butt to improve the angle of penetration. He positioned himself over me and slowly began running his cock back and forth through the folds of my vagina. He was lubricating his tip with my juices and just kept sliding, back and forth. He started teasing my clit, which had risen for the occasion, and just kept moving around the edges rather than penetrating me.

"Joe, I want you inside me! Fuck me NOW! Please."

As he slid into me, I raised and opened my legs to give him full access. I guess I was ready because he slid into the hilt, fully inserted, with one motion. "OH, YES!"

I wrapped my legs around his waist and we began a slow dance of love. In and out; in and out. I was moaning he felt so good in there. He started moving faster and I thrust back - keeping pace with him.

Because of the angle, he was rubbing my G-spot with each stroke and it wasn't long until I had my first orgasm. As I was shaking out of control, I said, "Don't stop; please don't stop. Fill me up!"

He was able to last about 5 minutes and I think I was in a constant state of orgasm the entire time. I know that I could feel his balls bouncing against my butt and I could hear the squish - squish as his piston plunged into my well lubricated love hole. He did warn me with an "I'm going to cum," just before he exploded inside of me. I held him close as we both came down from our sexual high and we kissed. I think he liked my breasts, because in no time he was fondling them and playing with my rigid nipples and crinkled areolas as his cock slowly shrank inside my vagina.

"How many more days will you be here? Do you think we could pull off a sleep-over? What time do you leave for practice? How long until you can get hard again?"

Joe was in town for 5 more days and we took full advantage of our time together. I didn't get my daily swim for the next 5 days, but we both got plenty of sexual exercise. As far as the over-night was concerned we had to wait until the one morning he had no team practice and it was necessary for him to wait until after grandma and grandpa were asleep before he came over, but they both went to bed early because of their age.

Joe was a sophomore. We still had 2 more Christmas breaks to look forward to.



Sally and Roberta



Nothing could have surprised Sally Raymond more than to learn that she had been allotted to share a room with Roberta at the summer camp. The Tennis Club had rented a whole house on a time-share basis on the foreshore at Somerton for the week, during which there would be rigorous training sessions. Roberta Davis, a woman of thirty-seven and former champion, was the team coach. Sally watched her now coming off the tennis court, having won yet another match 6-3, 4-6, 7-5.

Nineteen year old Sally had always been in awe of Roberta. Often she had stood still, staring at the older woman as though fascinated. She's as far above me as the stars, thought Sally. She's all I would most like to be. Sally's mind was constantly reverting to her. Striking-looking, tall and finely built, she might have stood as a model for a Juno. Her long red hair glowing in the sunlight.

And now as she walked from the tennis court swinging her racket her eyes caught the gaze of the younger girl. Sally looked immediately away, a flush mounting to her cheeks, as though caught in a guilty act. Presently the eyes of the two met as Roberta reached the seats from where Sally had watched the game.

'Hi, Sally. I'm going for a swim. Care to join me?'

'Yes, thanks.'

'Got your costume?'

'I've got my bikini on underneath.'

'Clever girl. I'll have to change in the shed on the beach.'

They made their way down the narrow stony path that led to the beach. The sea itself was like a backcloth daub with bright sunlight catching the sandbars in the bay. Sally waited outside while Roberta went in to change. She always felt a bit nervous with the older woman, feeling the strain of trying to think what to say. She stared out across a sunlit sea of brilliant blue to the tender dove-grey line of the horizon. Sunlight was making diamonds on the sea.

When Roberta emerged from the bathing shed her bathers were a deeply-cut maillot, drawn high against her thighs revealing the full maturity of her figure. It fitted her like a skin and was open to the waist at the back. Sally felt a bit self-conscious as she couldn't seem to stop looking at her companion. She blushed and averted her eyes as they walked along the water's edge. The sea lay mirror-smooth, gleaming like old lacquer.

'I'll race you to the sandbank,' Roberta challenged as she danced into the water. And then they were swimming out to the long sandbar, which remained uncovered six or seven hours between tides.

Then as they swam out further into the sea Sally forged ahead. All at once she felt something grab her legs, pulling her under the water. She found herself struggling with her new friend and felt the other woman's full-breasted body conforming to the contours of her own slim figure as they laughed together. Sally wondered at the older woman's explosive energy. She was behaving like a tomboy trying to outdo an elder brother.

After they had swum for about an hour they returned and lay on the soft warm sand drowsy with the heat of high summer. The sky above was topaz, the sea shone pale lemon and pearl.

Sally must have dozed off, for she became aware of a change and a heaviness in the air. The approach of a thunderstorm, no doubt, though the sky was still serene, 

Towards evening as the sun was setting the two women found themselves again together drawn to the beach as if by some prearranged force over which they had no control. Sally had been as restless as a barque with no moorings.

It was a hot, muggy twilight and the heat was oppressive and almost airless. The sky was becoming dark and ominous as they walked along the harder packed sand near the choppy water.

Sally glanced at the other woman noting the raw-silk blouse and the white Bermuda shorts, the flawless skin of her arms and legs. She found herself mesmerized, so beautiful the woman. Ahead foaming waves were breaking upon wet sand.

'There's going to be quite a bit of thunder later tonight,' Sally said at last, 'I can feel it in the air.'

Roberta turned at looked at the younger girl. 'I don't mind the thunder, it's lightning that scares me stiff. An oak tree was struck near my home when I was a child, and I've been terrified ever since.'

Sally had thought nothing could have discomposed the older woman, but we all have our fears, she reasoned.

At last they turned into the path that led back to the guest-house where they were staying.

Roberta took Sally's hand as they made their way through the dark shadows of the trees.

Sally found herself feeling extremely tense, a tight feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. The tight grasp of fingers.

Their glances met, became strangely entangled. She could not draw her eyes away. Roberta's forefinger was now stroking the palm of her hand, and in spite of herself, Sally felt a sudden stirring in her body. She was instantly afraid and tried to draw away.

'Don't be nervous, Sally.' Roberta seemed to guess what was going on in her mind. 'I'm not aiming to seduce you ...'

Sally's heart seemed to do a somersault inside her breast. She felt her body stiffen.

She was very conscious of the delicate whiteness of Roberta's skin. But her eyes dropped before the other's searching gaze.

Sally made a slight sound in her throat in an attempt to laugh. 'I know, I wasn't ...' she broke off, not knowing what to say.

The will of each woman seemed to be fighting with that of the other. Sally stood looking at the line of Roberta's body, noting the smooth white flesh of her thighs and arms. She felt her own stomach rise into her throat. Her eyes would not meet the older woman's eyes. Roberta was now leaning her weight against the girl, their bodies touching

Their lips met in a long kiss. Roberta kissed with her open mouth on Sally's, sending a frisson through her whole body. Her heart pounding under her ribcage. Roberta stirred her but she was fighting the feeling inside herself. At last she broke away, making her way alone up along the path.

At the top of the rise, Sally turned to look behind.

Roberta had her back to her and was staring out to sea. In front of the boathouse the surf was pounding on the shore. The storm that had been threatening would burst in an hour or so.. 513 words.

A few minutes later Sally reached the guest-house and had fastened herself in her room. Only it wasn't solely her room alone. She was to share it with a woman who had just made a pass at her.

She pressed her thighs against me in such a familiar way, Sally reflected. At first she had believed the movement was accidental, but that thigh pressure was quite deliberate. And then had come the kiss - full on the lips. Sally trembled as she remembered.

Sally looked around the essentially feminine room with its chintz-covered chairs and large old-fashioned mirror that reflected a good portion of the room. She had always believed that her admiration of Roberta was without desire, she's me as I would most like to be, she thought, but now she felt herself disturbed by the older woman.

She made her way into the adjoining bathroom and prepared the shower. Outside the wind was rising steadily and the rain came in big splattering drops against the window,

She examined herself critically in the mirror as she undressed. Raven-haired, lobelia-blue eyes, a clear girlish complexion, she noted the contours of her body, the thrust of youthful bust, and the firm honey-coloured flesh of arms and shoulders. Perhaps I'm imagining things, she told her reflection, wishing she were able to release the thing she felt. She knew that deep down she was attracted to the woman who represented the deepest vision of herself. She strove hard to pull herself back from panic.

She'd devour me if I'd let her, she told herself as she finished showering. She's so sleek and white-skinned as marble, she thought as she toweled her own body. She fought the feeling inside her.

She knotted the belt of her pink cotton robe over her sheer white nightgown, and went into the bedroom where she combed her hair in front of the big mirror.

It wasn't long before Roberta came into the room, saying: 'I was afraid you had dissolved in the rain, Sally.'

'I -- I, I'm sorry ... I,' she broke off not knowing what to say.

'Don't say it, Sally. Forget it if you will.'

How could she forget it? Sally thought. Her eyes were riveted on the face of the woman. She is the key to the mysteries, she thought. It was as though Sally was searching for the essential secret of woman in her, wanting the experience of her female being. The disturbing nearness of her body, her ivory whiteness, the perfume of her hair.

Because Roberta seemed to be compelling her in some mysterious way, coming so close to where Sally was seated, as if intimate with her. Looking into the mirror to see both their reflections, Sally saw herself as more beautiful when Roberta glanced at her with that detached, scrutinizing gaze that so excited the younger woman. For a moment she was delightfully conscious of herself, but at the same time she was desperately trying to hide her own inner fright. 

A distant crash of thunder broke the stillness of the room and the tension Sally felt eased when Roberta moved over to her bed to sort out her things before moving into the bathroom. It was a hot summer's night, heavy with thunder and the occasional lightning flash.

Sally switched off the light, slipped off her robe and slid into bed and lay listening to Roberta taking her shower.

A short while later the bathroom door opened and Roberta stood silhouetted, the light directly behind her. Sally was very conscious of the older woman in her green silk dressing robe. A delightful perfume emanated from her.

She could hear her moving her things about and getting into bed.

After about half an hour Roberta asked, 'Are you awake, Sally?' the woman's voice sounded far away but she was only on the other side of the room.

Sally did not reply at first, she was very conscious of the mingled feelings within herself.

All at once a brilliant flash of lightning flooded the room, then an ominous thunder crashed directly overhead.

Before she knew what was happening Sally found herself looking up into Roberta's terrified face. She had slipped from her own bed and had come over to the younger woman.

Sally sat up and turned on the bedside light only to find Roberta climbing into her bed beside her. The older woman was breathing heavily. Strange that she should reveal her vulnerability, Sally thought.

'I'm sorry, Sally, but I can't stay in my bed by myself. I know it's silly, but that's the way I am. It's a psychological thing. Lightning terrifies me.'

Roberta took a deep breath. 'I'll be alright in a little while and then I'll go back to my own bed. But for the moment I can't sleep on my own. I'll do my best not to disturb you.'

The two women lay silent for a time on opposite sides of the bed. Sally became rigid and turned her back to her.

After a few moments Roberta said, 'I guess you're thinking the worst of me, aren't you?'

Sally felt a tightening sensation in her throat. 'What do you mean?'

'I suppose you're worried about what I said about seducing you when we were at the beach.'

Sally turned and faced the older woman, looking deep into her eyes. 'I'm sorry, I suppose I behaved a bit silly. But I did wonder for a moment ...' she broke off embarrassed.

Roberta sat erect before her on the bed, a half-smile forming on her full lips. 'I thought so. You've never done it before.'

'Not with a woman. No'

'You're a bit prejudiced, I suppose. Thinking it unnatural.?'

'No. I don't think so. I guess I haven't thought about it much. But I have admired you.'

'But you wouldn't want to go the distance with me?'

'I don't know. Why do you ask?'

'Because I'm very turned on by you. That's why.'

Sally was speechless. For a long moment the world spun on its axis and the room seemed to spin with it. 'But ... I ...'

'I've frightened you. Perhaps I'd better go back to my own bed and not spoil the friendship.'

Sally now felt something within her respond fiercely to the other woman. She stretched out her hand and touched Roberta's arm. 'Don't go, Roberta.'

She knew that despite her initial fear she was fully aroused by the woman by her side, now comprehending that something had been uncovered in her self that she had been too frightened to admit to herself. She felt she must expose her need to her companion. She sat up in bed and turned to face the other woman. For a long time their eyes locked. Sally was very conscious of Roberta's body outlined beneath her silk negligee and the pressure of her full breasts against the material.

She held her breath as Roberta sat up on the bed, and in what seemed like a single gesture, slowly lifted the negligee, drew it over her head and tossed it aside and sat naked and unashamed before her, shaking out her lustrous mane of red hair.

Sally held her breath, conscious of the fierce thumping of her heart. A wave of colour mounted her cheeks. She could not draw her eyes away.

It was quite obvious to Roberta, as she turned in Sally's direction, that her companion was stunned by the sight and nearness of her now naked body, a body that was all curves and shadowy creases.

Sally's breathing grew more uneven as she took in the fullness and firmness of the low oval breasts, the full nipples with areoles large and dark. She saw the prominent muscle definition in the flat stomach which led down to the mound where her thighs joined.

Some further heavy pulsating moments went by. Roberta was quite unabashed and gave Sally time to satisfy her curiosity. With carmine lips moist, she gave a teasing smile. Her voice caressed the younger girl.

'You're still a bit nervous, aren't you, Sally?'

In a voice that did not sound like her own, Sally said, faltering as she spoke, 'I'm frightened of the feelings I'm feeling with you so near.'

She felt a raw hot desire. Roberta saw a tremor pass through her as the younger woman stared at her body. She waited while Sally composed herself. Their glances met and became strangely entangled.

'Just relax, Sally. There's nothing to be afraid of.'

'I'm not afraid now.'

'Well,' Roberta smiled. 'That's something. But when one disrobes the other should, too. Otherwise it's indecent. I want to look at you.'

Sally drew the sheet off her body and sat up on the bed and pulled off her own nightdress. She felt acutely self-conscious, and could feel her nipples tightening under the older woman's direct gaze. She felt the woman's open stare travel down her smooth soft flesh to where only the upper portion of her pubic hair was visible,

'You're beautiful, Sally.' Roberta said.

The colour in the girl's face deepened still more, her voice shaking a little. 'You really think so?'

'I do indeed.'

This can't be really happening, Sally thought to herself. For a moment she couldn't believe she was doing this, exposing herself to another woman's gaze. She was acutely conscious of Roberta's eyes taking in the silky texture of her skin, the milky white breasts with their light brown aroused nipples. Her figure was well-proportioned, she knew.

'You've wanted me for a long time, haven't you?' Roberta said at last.

'Yes.'

It seemed to Sally that they would never stop looking at each other.

The two woman lay facing each other on the bed and spent several minutes stroking and caressing each other's shoulders and arms.

In the distance the thunder rolled dull and muffled by the heat. The storm was passing.

Roberta was very conscious of making sure that Sally was relaxed and made no attempt to hurry her.

When she thought she was ready, Roberta ran her fingers through Sally's hair. She kissed Sally's throat, then moved to her shoulders, then trailed her fingers down to her left breast, softly teasing the swelling flesh of the nipple.

With her other hand she stroked the tense upper part of her body, feeling it yield to her touch. She felt her bare back, caressing the curve of her spine.

'You do want me, don't you, Sally?'

'Yes. Very much.'

The young girl buried her face in Roberta's neck. She was shy but desire stirred her.

Despite her trepidation, Sally's pleasure increased as Roberta gently teased the areola around her nipple, while cupping the other breast with her hand.

She loved the sensation of Roberta's hands on her body, and she spent a moment considering what she should do in return.

She thought the best thing to do would be to mirror the other woman's actions. Tentatively, she reached out to the globular breasts and touched one of the big pink nipples with her fingertips. She found herself kneading the swollen nipple, bringing her face closer and closer. Her lips parted as she put her mouth on the nipple. She was giving suck.

Sally felt soft hands thrust to her thighs as they lay naked, entwined on the bed. She wanted Roberta to touch her completely with the sensation of her touch spreading to every part of her body.

They rolled over and Sally lay beneath her companion, her back arching, straining to the pressure of the woman's body against hers. Roberta then rubbed her own breasts against the girl's face, then got her mouth on her lips, giving her the deepest tongue kiss. The touch of her hand between Sally's thighs gave a large frisson of pleasure. 

Roberta's hands were now sliding over her rear, fondling each of the buttocks in turn, the excitement coursing through Sally's body as they clung together, touching, kissing, exploring.

At once the rhythm of Sally's breathing changed as the woman got on top of her again. Roberta was sliding her hand up the inside of Sally's thigh, her fingers stroking gently against the soft hairs, searching for the parting of her sex, 

Sally's knees came up and her legs spread as Roberta caressed her clitoris with her finger. She was aware that she was not as wet as she should be, but she clutched her partner's shoulders as her gasp and short cries came at last.

'Was it good for you?' Roberta asked.

'So -- so.'

'Only so - so?'

' ... ' 

Roberta then slid off the bed and spent a moment arranging the mirror so that it reflected Sally lying naked on the bed.

'I want you to see how beautiful you look, Sally. To see yourself as I see you.'

Roberta was like a vain teacher showing off a star pupil, Sally thought as she looked at her reflection. She tried to consider her mirror-image objectively. To please her friend Sally spread her thighs wide apart, displaying the soft triangle of pubic hair barely hiding the crease. Her firm brown nipples seemed to have deepened in colour.

Her companion then beckoned to her. 'I want you to sit on the chair beside the mirror in front of me.' Sally slid off the bed and sat before her friend. 'That's right, now come forward to the edge of the chair, right on the edge!'

Sally looked at her friend who had dropped to the floor to crouch between her opened knees, putting her arms up around the young girl's thighs. 'I want to love you there,' she said. Roberta brought her mouth up along the inside of her leg and ran her tongue across the thin patch of pubic hair.

Roberta was making full use of her tongue, probing Sally's labia and felt her own desire rising in response as her friend moaned and pushed against her mouth, her breathing becoming faster and faster. Roberta tongued the moist vulva while Sally was grasping the back of her head with her hands. She had found her rhythm against the older woman's mouth. She was breathing in broken gasps now as she writhed with exquisite sex hunger, body hunger. She arched forward, saying yes, yes, yes ... she jerked several times with the climax; she found herself rising and falling, endlessly like rough waves pounding a beach. She then collapsed back into the chair.




Sally and Roberta



'God, how I needed that,' Sally said breathlessly. 'You did it beautifully.'

'My pleasure! It was better for you, that time.'

'Oh, yes.' 

It was then that Sally decided that she must become much more active and even take charge 

Under the glow of the bed-light Roberta lay spread-eagled on the bed, her long red hair making an aureole on the pillow. Sally was fascinated by the difference between their bodies. Lying naked beside her friend, she saw that the other's milky white breasts were twice the size of her own, the firm nipples a deepening pink in colour. The full thighs were spread wide with a glorious tuft of red hair at her crotch. Sally was captivated by the texture of her skin.

The two women held eye contact for several moments. Sally felt as if she were searching for something in her companion's face as Roberta's lips red and full parted in a soft smile. Her arms were outstretched as Sally came over to get on top of her.

And then Sally was maneuvering the older woman into position so that her own knees could rest between hers. She ran her hands down the full length of the nude flawless body to touch the dark private part with her fingers to part the soft wet folds, parting the flower of her womanhood as it were. Roberta was slippery and soft for her entry.

Roberta rubbed her fleshy thighs against Sally's and was heaving her hips uncontrollably against her hand as Sally's fingers probed, touched and rubbed the distended clitoris into orgasm.

Sally then pushed her crotch into hers as Roberta wrapped her legs around Sally's legs as the girl vigorously massaged her. Desire flared between them and they moved together as one.

Sally was stroking one pointed nipple with her fingers while the other breast was stiffening and growing under her moist mouth. Her slim body moving passionately between Roberta's white thighs as their sexes meshed.

'Do whatever you want to do with me, Sally.'

'Don't worry, I will.'

It was then that Sally realized that Roberta wanted to play the passive role in their relationship, that she wanted to be dominated.

A deep moan escaped from Roberta's lips as Sally worked her way between her legs with her hands and fingers. She urged the girl onward, breathing heavily with her arousal, her legs opening and wrapping around her friend.

Her body was arching breasts crushing breasts as her companion was loving all of her, body and soul as Roberta pressed hungrily against her.

'More!' she barely whispered as Sally caressed the inside of her thighs. 'Do me, a little further in with your finger. Ah, that's good,' Roberta cried.

Sally felt the muscles tighten beneath her touch. She loved the way the skin felt against her own. Made her body shiver.

'Please,' Roberta moaned, closing her eyes.

'Please what?' Sally teased.

'Put your mouth on me! Taste me!'

Sally ran her tongue down the woman's body, pausing at the naval, letting her fingers slip between the spread thighs. She gently caressed the engorged nub of flesh between them.

'Ah ... ah!' Roberta was breathless, writhing beneath her. Both her hands were in Sally's hair. She almost went mad, kissing her breasts, she was ready to beg.

'Use your mouth, touch me down there with your lips,' she whispered urgently.

And then she was gratefully accepting the girl's mouth. Sally teased along the opening, moving her tongue along the slit, then sucking on it. She then brought her finger into play, stroking the wet slippery flesh, making the woman moan.

'Oh, love me, Sally, love me ... oh, yes, take me and love me, Sally ... Sally! Sally put her hands under her body, taking one smooth buttock in each hand, raising Roberta's throbbing vagina to her mouth and prodded with her pointed tongue as the woman cried out in sheer pleasure.

And then Sally was jerking with her two fingers, watching the performance in the mirror as she slid in and out of the woman's hole. When Roberta's climax came again, her orgasm was short, doubled and tripled with quick convulsions. Her entire body was shaking.

'You touch me like someone who loves me,' she almost sobbed. Sally felt shy all at once and looked away. But at the same time she was fully aware that she had dominated the older woman.

A few moments later she was pulling Roberta down on the bed, her body rolling on top of hers, pinning her shoulders to the pillow and trapping her beneath her. She knew that the other woman was wanting her to take control, really take control, as though she were a man.

Their torsos heaving, they struggled with each other, as though each wanted to be swallowed up by the other. Roberta cried out. Sally was relentless with her, feeling the woman surrender to her.

Sally was sucking Roberta's tongue which was driving her wild in its direct symbolism. Her body stiffened beneath the girl, writhed with her, her thighs shaking, she was fiercely aroused.

Taking her by the shoulders, Sally forcibly turned her over on her stomach and was boldly stroking the round mounds of her rear, the cleft fully exposed. Sally moved her nude body provocatively against hers, opening herself to her. With Roberta supine beneath her Sally was all woman. She felt incredibly and passionately alive.

Sally looked into the mirror seeing their images like an erotic painting, Entwined! Yes, they were entwined as one. Their eyes dwelled in each other, and Roberta laughed.

'Oh, you now want it just as much as I do.'

Their mouths were now seeking each other's, their caresses becoming the elixir of life. They were one flesh.

'Beautiful you.' Roberta said.

Sally let herself fall into the hollow of her shoulder. 

Some time later Sally found herself stroking the full length of her companion's back. She ran her hands down Roberta's spine and then all over her taut body, letting her fingers drift lower and lower, caressing the upper swell of her buttocks.

'Oh, touch me all over,' Roberta cried, arching her back against the girl's stomach. She spoke with a naked female urgency, 'It's not done yet.'

Becoming bolder Sally allowed her hands to venture further, running them over the whole fleshy curve of Roberta's behind. She found herself loving the way the muscles quivered beneath her fingers.

Lying behind her on the bed, she was pressing her own body intimately against her and could feel the woman breathing heavily as she lay there. She patted her rear lightly again, stroking the two buttocks at the same time with the same hand. Her fingers venturing on the spot where the soft buttocks touched and then moved quickly away.

'I want you to put your finger in the cleft,' Roberta said at last.

Sally slid her hand down to the cleft, her fingernails stimulating the sensitive flesh of the woman's plum rump and she entered her from behind. Her finger went right into the groove of the woman's actual hole with Roberta squirming and squeezing the finger with her fleshy cheeks.

Now two tormenting fingers were exploring her. She was doing everything to encourage the steady thrusting. 'Put your other hand around the front, Sally.'

Roberta was stretched supine on her side and Sally could feel the full flesh of her body as she held her stomach-to-back. Her other hand went round to Roberta's thigh and then to her groin where the woman pressed her legs together so the hand could not escape. Her back arched as Sally's fingers teased between the cleft, stimulating the flesh. 'Don't stop! Delve deeper!'

Roberta undulated gently at first under the tender probing which soon became bolder, the touch more assured as she writhed and moaned with abandonment, feeling the fingers slide in and out to the very hilt. The woman's fleshy cheeks engulfed the hand as something at her centre opened, trickling heat. Sally managed to hold her as suddenly Roberta was released.

'Don't move, please Sally,' she begged as she gave a convulsive shudder, falling back against the girl as she teetered on the final brink of self-control. She came with a gasp. "Oh, God, that was wonderful. You are good for me, Sally.' 

In the warm sensual aftermath, they returned to face-to-face love, their lips meeting at last. The woman pressing her hand on the curved underside of Sally's breast and they lay folded drowsily in one another.

Later still lying on the bed holding each other, Sally said, 'I'm glad I crossed the line with you. I was afraid at first that it might be only bodies and nothing else.'

Roberta lifted her face from Sally's breast. 'Although my body hungers for you, I want to love you too.' She anchored the girl close with her arms and legs. 'I really loved it when you took control. Some girl-lovers lie on the bed like a sack of potatoes letting me be the one to make all the moves. But you were different. I was really capable of self-surrender with you.'

'I got feelings for you too,' Sally said softly.

'Well, it looks like the storm has gone completely now. Not that I noticed its passing.'

'Were you really so afraid?'

'I'll let you think about that!'

' ...?'

'Well, good night, Sally, and golden dreams.' 

© 2008 DAVID ROBERTSON, All rights reserved



Sally and the Air Conditioning Guys



It was a really hot, humid September in Florida in 1980 and the Air Conditioning in my condo stopped working. I teach elementary school, so the only appointment I could get was the last one of the day. They promised to call when they were on their way. I hurried home after school and when I opened the door to my condo, was hit in the face with hot air. I immediately began sweating and stripped off my clothes as I walked to the bedroom. I was naked when the phone rang and Jim, the AC guy told me that they would get to me before stopping for the day, but it would be at least an hour before they could come.

I decided right then that I would take a cool down swim in the condo pool and told Jim that he didn't need to call again as long as I knew he was coming. I told him I was going for a swim and would leave my door unlocked in case he arrived before I got back from the pool.

I am Sally, a 30 year old never married teacher. I am 5'8" tall, weigh 150 pounds, absolutely love the feel of a cock in my vagina, and have natural, full, heavy, sensitive breasts.

I slipped into my swim suit and walked across the drive to the closest swimming pool.

After my swim I went to my bedroom to change, but left the front door unlocked in case the AC guys arrived. As soon as I got naked, the front door opened and one of the guys called out, "Sally, we're here."

"I'll be right out, go ahead and see if you can find what is wrong."

Without much thought, I passed on panties and bra and just pulled a loose T-shirt over my head, ran a comb through my wet hair and walked out to meet the guys. One was checking out the inside part of my unit and the other had already gone up to the roof to check things out there. Suddenly the AC started putting out cold air and Jim, the inside guy, said, "Looks like Jamie fixed it on the roof." 

When Jamie came in I thought I was seeing double until the guys explained that they were identical twins, both named James with different middle names. I thanked them profusely as my unit began to cool. When they told me that there would be no charge because I was under contract and the guy who did the inspection last month should have tightened the wire that had worked lose; as far as the company was concerned, they had never been here and I had canceled the call when they called to confirm. They told me they were on call as the after hour emergency crew and while I was the first call, nothing else had come in. 

Both were unattached and had planned a fast food dinner so I kissed them both for helping a helpless woman and invited them to stay for dinner. I told them we could throw together something in a few minutes. As long as the dispatcher could reach them by my phone in case of a call, they would love to stay. Jim called the dispatcher, giving my phone number, and we settled in the living room with some nice wine before dinner.

The boys, they were 22, moved to the dining table to keep me company while I threw dinner together. I needed a large bowl from the top self of the cabinet and, like I always did, I climbed up on the counter to stand on my knees so I could reach it. It didn't dawn on me that in the process of raising one leg up to the counter and then climbing up, I was exposing my naked womanly charms and my neatly groomed pubes to the guys. Jamie jumped up like a gentleman to support me and assist me down and "accidentally" brushed my naked breasts and cupped my naked butt in the process. As I slid off the counter in front of him my shirt lifted up from the bottom all the way to my belly button and Jim got a great frontal view of my woman parts and my flat tummy. Jamie was unaware of the pulled up shirt, as was I, and proceeded to give me one of the nicest kisses I have had in weeks. I kissed back, tongues teasing and twisting, while Jim admired the view from his chair in the dining area.

We enjoyed dinner and afterward we washed dishes together and of course parts of my shirt got wet and became transparent. We all got a laugh out of that, but I could tell by the front of their pants that they were interested in what they saw.

We retired to the living room with fresh glasses of wine and, on the couch between two hot guys, got to know each other. One thing led to another and there was some touchy feely, some kisses and caresses, and the three of us were feeling pretty comfortable together. In the course of the evening we all managed to get naked, except the boys still had on their briefs; the guys really did a good job of getting me fired up. My breasts were loved, kissed, suckled, and petted until my areolas were taunt and my nipples sticking out like erasers.

My vagina was petted, stroked, spread, stretched, licked and sucked. My vagina lips bloomed. 

The guys said that as babies their mother had been able to tell them apart, but I hadn't yet learned the secret.

As things became more intimate and there was no doubt where this was leading, I led the guys back to my bedroom and excused myself to go to the bathroom and insert my diaphragm. When I came out both guys were on the bed naked and I finally saw the difference that mom had used to identify them. Both had a beautiful, smooth penis about 6 inches long and thicker than my thumb and forefinger around, but one was circumcised and one was not. "Ok, who is who?" Jim was circumcised, Jamie was not.

As I was exploring their cocks with my hands, eyes and mouth, I told them how I felt about a man's cum. I love it inside me, but am really turned off when it is shot onto my body. Inside me, okay; outside me, go home and don't come back. To my delight, both cocks got even harder as I talked. Then they got back to loving and caressing me.

While I was playing with Jamie's foreskin, sliding it up and down, Jim positioned himself between my legs and began running his cock up and down through my vaginal lips to coat it with my juices. At my request, he placed a pillow under my butt and then began sliding in and out of my vagina as he worked his way gently into me. He was just fully inserted and beginning long strokes when the phone rang. Jamie answered it and took notes on the pad he had brought with him into the bedroom. "Jim, you keep doing what you are doing and I will take this call. You get the next one."

Jim nodded his head and kept stroking into me while Jamie went to the living room to look for his clothes. I began bucking up to meet his downward strokes and I enjoyed the familiar feel of balls banging into my butt. As we increased tempo I could hear the slap - slap as out flesh came together. Too soon, I felt Jim begin to swell and then begin spurting his cum into me. We cuddled and I held him inside me as long as I could. It had been a long day for both of us and soon we fell asleep. 

I was on my side, rolled toward Jim with my head on his chest when I felt a hard body behind me and a hand exploring my breast. I moved my butt back a bit to let him know I accepted his advances and raised my top leg to give him better access. I was still creamy wet from Jim's deposit, but Jamie didn't seem to mind as he explored my vagina with his fingers and then directed his cock into my love tunnel. It wasn't long until he was balls deep inside me and we were beginning to move nicely together when that phone rang again. "Don't you dare stop, I'm just getting started." I thrust back harder and said, "Fuck me! Fuck me harder, harder!"

I lost track of Jim as I fucked Jamie, but I had my climax as he filled me with his love juice. It was 6 AM, too late to go back to sleep, so Jamie and I continued making love. He said that Jim would come back for him after the call.

When Jim came back, Jamie had his feet on the floor and I was riding him cowgirl. I didn't realize that Jim had dropped his pants until Jamie pulled me down to his chest and kissed me. At that time I felt another hard cock entering my vagina along with Jamie's and knew I was being DP'd.

"OH YES! YES! YES"

They began moving inside me together. Balls bouncing, cocks squishing, me going over the edge - it felt so good. I felt so full.

All the movement was up to them, I was just there, sandwiched between them, but getting all the wonderful fucking sensation in my vagina.

"Cum, cum, cum. Oh yes! Cum! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Cum, cum, cum." It was like a mantra filling my mind.

All of a sudden they both seemed to swell and begin spurting inside me at the same time and brought me along with them. Afterward, I was like a rag doll and just laid there as they kissed me, thanked me for calling and dressed for their first call of the day.

Finally, with cum running down my legs, I was able to drag myself into the shower and get cleaned up for another day of teaching. I put a toilet paper plug in my vagina so I didn't drip all day and smiled my way through the day as their cum moved around inside me, looking forward to a nap when I got home.



Sally And The Apartment Manager



For those who may not know me, I am Sally. The incident related here took place in the early 1970's. I was in my second or third year of teaching elementary school and was living in a small apartment complex only a few blocks away from my school. This was a teacher day without students filled with morning and afternoon meetings with a 90 minute lunch break on our own.

I am a sexually active woman and today I am horny. Really horny. It has been a frustrating week without a sex partner and during the morning meeting sex was on my mind. As soon as we broke for lunch, I headed to my apartment. If I couldn't have a man at least I could get myself off, or at least that was my plan.

As soon as I closed the door I began stripping off my outer clothing so my skirt and blouse didn't get wrinkled. I plopped down on the couch in my bra and panties and immediately thrust my right hand inside my panties and began stroking my clit and running a finger across my neatly trimmed vagina and between my vaginal lips. I was wet almost immediately.

You can imagine my surprise when the 40 year old apartment manager came out of the hallway with a used AC filter in his hand. "Sally, excuse me. I didn't expect you to be home. I was just changing the filter. I'll leave now."

"Jody, help me. I am so close. Help me get off."

"I'll wash my hands if you are serious."

"Yes, yes, please hurry!"

Jody quickly washed his hands and knelt on the floor beside me. He hooked a finger on each side of my panties and said, "Let's get rid of these." As he slid them off and discarded them on a nearby chair. He began by gently exploring my womanhood. Stroking my vaginal lips and my neatly groomed pubic hair. He gently slid a finger inside me, transferred it to his mouth to taste me and almost immediately began licking around and in my vagina and then began sucking on my clitoris. His hands were under my butt and pressed me into his mouth as he loved me. My legs spread wide and I wrapped them around his head, pulling him even closer.

"Oh Jody, please fuck me!"

Jody's hands were on my firm, heavy, natural breasts and in response to my plea, they slid around to my back and released the clasp on my bra. I shrugged out of it and began unbuckling his belt. His pants seemed to fall off magically and I was stroking his average size, semi-erect circumcised penis. When he was hard, he began coating it with my love fluid by stroking up and down my vagina without entering me.

"Sally, are you sure?"

"Put it in. Fuck me now."

Jody and I have only spoken in passing perhaps 5 or 6 times since I moved in, but this is totally different. Something I never thought would happen.

As he slid into me, I rose to meet him. After only 3 or 4 strokes we were in rhythm. It felt so good. I was ready for this. I could hear the squish – squish as we moved together, lubricated by my fluids. We started moving faster and I could feel him beginning to swell as a man does just before exploding. We were really pumping and I sensed that he was thinking about whether to pull out or not. "Inside me Jody, cum inside me. Fill me with your cum." As he began spurting his potent seed inside my vagina, I climaxed with him.

Even after both of us had cum, my body continued convulsing around his cock.

"Hold me Jody, just hold me close."

As we lay together, his penis began to shrink until finally it just slid out. 

In a few minutes I said, "Jody, let's go take a shower. Both of us have to go back to work." We left our clothes and walked naked to my bedroom and the shower.

In the shower we soaped each other and really got to know each other intimately. His fingers were inside me and all over me, as I was exploring him. When he was hard again, I bent forward and he entered me from behind while caressing my breasts. All the while, the shower is beating down on us. I didn't expect to climax again, but it really felt good as he pounded into me and all of a sudden, as he began to spurt inside me again, it hit me and I came with him.

"Jody, this needs to be a one- time thing. It could be very compromising for both of us and I'm sure your wife wouldn't approve."

"I can go along with that, but today was really special and if you need help in the future, just ask and I will be there."