3 comments/ 87333 views/ 5 favorites Anyone for Tennis? By: Welby Maria crouched at the net as I prepared to serve. I bounced the ball at my left toe once then again and then tossed it high in the air, swinging my racket through a wide arch tightening my grip on the racket and connecting with a satisfying thwack. The serve was good, not an ace but enough to push our opposition into a defensive formation, the return just out of reach of Maria's attempted volley but easy for me to return to the offside of the court deep and wide; Maria pounced on the backhand return with a crisp, clean volley to win the point and throw her arms in the air to celebrate not just winning the game and the match but the league championship. I ran to her, hot and sweaty and hugged her tightly; she clung to me; then to remain sporting we reluctantly detached ourselves and turned to shake the hands of our opponents accepting their praise on a great match. It had been a great match, close, tense and competitive and as the pressure had built Maria had played her role to perfection without nerves and finishing with clinical precision at any opportunity, what a transition; but perhaps I should explain. I am a keen tennis player and over the years have been involved in many clubs around the country, but I was especially proud of this one having been involved from the very start, finding the spare parish land agreeing on the change of use, finding the funding to build the courts and adding all of the facilities such as floodlights and a club house needed to attract over 2000 members. Over the years of hard work it had become a thriving community hub with coaching, competitions and a rising reputation as a tough competitor to other local clubs. My own standard of play was quite high, but as I moved into my 50's I favoured playing doubles and had come to especially enjoy mixed doubles partly because with skill I could still control the pace of the game but perhaps more so because of the opportunity to mix with the younger female members during matches away from the family and community events. This season I had scanned the membership list for a partner to play in the county mixed doubles tournaments and was excited to see an old name return to the list; Maria Jackson. Maria had been one of our first members as a young teenager attending coaching and then with her family taking the first tentative steps into club events and tournaments before disappearing for quite some years, I guess to go to University. Maria had a great deal of promise as a young player, she was fit and fast around the court had a good eye and understood the tactics of the game, however in competition she always buckled under pressure even from a young age and so tended not to win too often. However we had often played together at club events where I would take a fatherly role as coach and try to ease her through the pressures and so win. Maria clearly looked up to me and it was always fun, but it had been some years since we had played together so I was very glad to see her name on the members roster. A few weeks before the start of the season's competitions I had still not found a partner when by chance I ran into Maria at the club one evening. I had walked to the club house to post some notices, part of my role as treasurer; as I approached the club I saw that the floodlights were on. I could not hear a game being played but just the occasional solo strike of the ball and as the courts came into view I saw Maria practising on her own. She had certainly grown up, standing about 5' 5" with her blond hair in a pigtail, well muscled slim legs and a pert backside, small breasts held tightly by a sports bra; she was concentrating her blue green eyes hard on the ball taking a full back swing as she hit serve after serve into the opposite side of the court. She did not hear me coming until I was quite close, but when she turned and saw me her face lit up with obvious pleasure and I must confess my heart skipped a beat as she still looked very fresh and innocent and I mentally reflected that she was young enough to be my daughter; her look now was all adult. I smiled back, waved and opened the gate to the court and walking in to the lights found myself being hugged by this lovely young woman. "Oh I hoped you would come, I have so wanted to see you, how are things with you?" The words tumbled out, and I was quite surprised to see the intensity and pleasure that Maria was showing. "Well things are much better now I've seen you, in fact when I saw that you had re-joined the club I was going to give you a call to see if you had a partner yet for the mixed doubles league, and also for a match on Saturday, would you like to be my partner?" A cloud passed across her face and she looked down seemingly distressed. "I wanted to speak to you about that, you see I have had a few problems with my tennis and I am not sure what to do about it, do you have a few minutes so that we can talk about it now?" "Maria, you don't need to worry of course I have time for you, why don't we collect the practice balls as we talk, I would offer you a game but I left my racket at home!" Maria looked up and smiled and then started to tell me about the problem. It seemed that she had gone to University to study Languages and had enjoyed an active life joining clubs and societies one of which was the University tennis society. "At first it went really well, all the advice you gave me helped and I was pretty competitive, I began to win matches on my own, until I met Paul." She paused and looked at me; "Carry on." I said. "Well, Paul was in a post graduate psychology programme and was a good tennis player, so we teamed up for some competitions; I don't know how it came up but I told Paul about my nerves when under pressure and he said he could help me by using some techniques he was studying using hypnosis; I agreed to let him hypnotise me and place the suggestion that I would not get nerves in tight competitions and would remain focused on key parts of my game; It was great we won a whole range of matches and I was really happy until Cardiff." I looked at Maria, she was now sitting next to me on the court bench, but gazing at her feet, and I could see that she was blushing. "So what happened in Cardiff?" I asked. "Paul was a nice guy and all that, but not really my type, to be blunt just a bit immature and, sort of silly sometimes; We went with the team to a match against Cardiff, the games went well and we had a drink afterwards and then, well then I can't remember anything at all until I woke up in my room; I was alone but I wasn't wearing any clothes and felt a bit dirty; when I got out of bed there were stains and marks on my sheets and my clothes were all over the floor." Maria continued to look at her feet, a deep crimson blush on rising up her neck. "Go on Maria" I said quietly, now quite concerned. "It's not like I'm a virgin or anything so I knew that the stains were from a man's, you know what, and I could feel that I had had sex, I just could not remember who with or what went on, and I'd only had a couple of beers so I hadn't been drunk; I didn't know what to do so I did nothing, but when I went to tennis the next week Paul seemed really distant and a bit guilty; I can put two and two together and so confronted him; He was quite nasty and when I threatened to go to the Police he just smiled and then he simply said out right to me that I was no good in bed anyway, that I had no evidence and that my tennis would be really bad from here on!" She went on. "What makes it worse is that I don't have any evidence, nobody else was around and to cap it all my tennis game really has fallen apart; I really don't know what to do about any of this." A few tears had run down Maria's cheeks as she spoke and with this final admission she burst into sobs from the heart, tears streaming down her face. I put my arms around her and pulled her unresisting towards me and she sobbed on my shoulder for some time whilst I fumed inside wanting to do unspeakable things to Paul and wanting to comfort and make good my young friends problems. We sat for some time not speaking, Maria's sobs began to die down, and I stroked her hair and her back in a fatherly way so that she stayed snuggled close. Her hair smelt really nice. I had to shake myself from that path, having been single for many years after my wife's departure I had all the normal urges of a red blooded male but Maria was very vulnerable so it was time to show self restraint. After a couple of minutes I broke the silence. "Look Maria, you are very upset right now and I want to think about what you have told me, there are some things about this that I don't understand and I want to find out more. But I can also see that you are still fit and healthy, so there is no reason why we can't solve these problems together if you want my help; Would you like me to help you?" Maria looked up and with a bogey filled sniff nodded "Yes please, I would like that." She said. We agreed to meet again the following evening at 7.00pm and I marked a booking for court 1 on the notice board. "We'll be able to find out more if we hit some tennis balls so come ready to play some tennis young lady." I said in a jocular way, although inside I was still angry and concerned. Maria leant into me and placing her arm on my shoulder made to kiss me on the cheek, I of course turned to meet the kiss and it was a shock to both of us when she kissed me full on the lips, very chaste, no tongues but enough to make me blush a little. Maria smiled quietly and turned to leave; "See you tomorrow, and thanks, you really are my hero!" With that she turned and walked away, head held high and did not look back. The following morning I was into a book shop early, running my eye along the shelves I found what I was looking for a short and I hoped useful book on hypnosis and hypnotherapy. I had always had a mild interest in hypnosis but wanted to understand better what I might be dealing with when Maria and I met that evening. Once home I scanned the paged eagerly and created a summary in my own mind; under hypnosis the subject would be open to suggestions and strongly motivated by these but would be unlikely to do things wildly out of character and so suggestions would need to be carefully developed; these suggestions would quite likely reduce in power over time unless reinforced periodically; that whilst under hypnosis the subject would have extremely accurate and detailed recollections if asked; finally that some subjects would be far more susceptible than others. I was quite nervous as the evening approached, and when I heard rain starting to fall on the skylights in the hall realised that the chance of playing tennis that night was gone. As if on cue the phone on my desk rang and I picked it up; "Hello." "Oh hi, it's me Maria, I just noticed the rain, but is it OK if we meet up all the same?" "Sure, no problem, why don't you come round to my house, actually if you aren't busy why not come round now?" After a brief hesitation Maria said "OK, give me ten minutes and I'll be with you, bye." The line went dead before I could answer. I glanced at my watch, 6.30pm, time to set the scene. I quickly tidied the main living room, plumping up the cushions on the large corner couch, putting the magazines and papers into a tidy pile on the coffee table and turning on a few lights to give the room a little mood and also to highlight some of my better paintings; I had barely finished this when the door bell rang, Maria had been very prompt. Opening the door I was surprised to see that Maria was dressed for tennis, pink cardigan over her white shirt and a short white tennis dress, tennis shoes and short white ankle socks, with her hair in the customary pigtail she looked pretty as a picture. "Hi there, come on in." I greeted her and we exchanged the customary British kiss on greeting, just brushing cheeks; In the cool early evening air I could feel heat from her as our cheeks touched for the briefest moment, but I sensed a little more. Maria looked me in the eyes and smiled; "Thanks for seeing me like this, I really want to try and get to the bottom of what went on, and there aren't all that many people that I trust as much as you." "You're very kind, come through and let's sit down to talk." I lead her through to the living room, Maria admired the pictures as I had hoped she would and sat down on the deep couch, half turned towards me with her knees together and her hands resting on them. Time to start I thought. "Maria, I have been thinking about what you have told me about Paul and I think the most likely explanation is that he placed some kind of suggestion in your mind whilst you were hypnotised and has in some way exploited the situation to take advantage of you. Now it may be that we can find out more together by my using hypnosis to help you remember what happened, but I would understand fully if you weren't happy with this after what has happened." I stopped and looked at Maria, she was looking at me, studying my face and clearly had considered her response. "Look, I have thought about it too, and it seems to be the only explanation, and probably the only solution is to do what you suggest; I am only able to be here to talk about it with you because I trust you and know that you would not cause me any harm; Being really frank with you there is also just a little part of me that is quite excited at what we might find, so I am ready to be your subject; shall we try now?" I was quite taken aback, not least by the statement of trust but also the ambiguity of the final comment, excited? How? Lurid thoughts crowded into my mind, not for the first time, but pushing them back into place decided that we would proceed slowly; trust as Maria had so well put it was at the top of the agenda and I would not abuse that. "OK Maria, let me get a couple of things ready, while I do that I want you to sit quietly and breathe deeply and steadily to prepare yourself." I stood up first dimming all of the lights in the room except for a spotlight behind where I would sit, then going to the hall I opened the dark oak bible box on the hall table and removed a small pendant; an opal set in silver on a silver chain. Turning the phone to silent I then went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of water, carrying them back to the living room. Contrary to my instruction to relax, Maria was looking at a framed photograph in the corner of the room. "Is this your wife?" she asked. "Yes it is; it was taken before she became ill. I miss her." Maria looked up at me "I am sorry, I shouldn't be nosey like that I hope you can forgive me." "Of course I can. Now young lady I thought I had asked you to relax, so let's get started!" I smiled as I spoke, the tension evaporated and Maria sat back down in the same prim pose as before. I put down the water on the table and then taking the pendant from my pocket I began to speak in a gentle tone, all the time looking Maria in the eye. "Maria, I want you to breathe deeply; in and out; in and out." I let the opal pendant hang on its chain in front of her eyes, swinging gently on the chain. "You will concentrate on the opal, look at the light, the reflections and the colours, put other thoughts out of your mind; you will hear my voice at all times and as I count backwards from ten to zero your eyelids will get heavy, very heavy, until you cannot keep them open, when your eyes close you will be in a trance and will hear only my voice until I wake you; ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero." As I spoke Maria concentrated on the small jewel as it moved on the chain, then on my count her eyes closed, and at zero her head slumped to her chest. In my wildest dreams I had not expected Maria to be so susceptible, but here she was in a deep trance! "Now Maria I want us to explore your trance together, so as I speak to you, you will go into a deeper and deeper sleep, deeper than ever before; it will feel really relaxing to you, you will feel safe and you will feel complete trust in me and can tell me anything that you want to; your normal inhibitions will fall away. I want you to nod to show you understand." Maria nodded, but her head remained slumped on her chest. "To help understand what has happened in the past I may need to put you into a trance again so I am going to place some trigger words in your subconscious, when I and only I say 'anyone for tennis' you will immediately return to this deep trance. When I next say the word 'jungle' you will return to normal, you will feel refreshed and happy and will remember what we have done together." "Now, we are going to explore what happened with Paul, are you feeling OK?" Maria nodded but did not raise her head. "Maria, I am going to wake you but you will remain hypnotised and answer my questions, when I say 'wake up' you will act as normal. 'Wake up'." Maria immediately raised her head, looked at me and smiled, "How did I do?" she asked. "Very well, I think we are now ready to explore what went on, so I want you to tell me about the first time that Paul hypnotised you; you will remember everything about what happened, even if Paul has suggested you would not remember, and you will tell me about those things and also how you felt about them at the time." Maria started to talk immediately. "Paul only hypnotised me twice, the first time was in the Psychology department at University when we talked about my tennis problem. He put me under by using a small torch, and it happened very fast. Paul gave me the suggestion that if I became nervous during a tennis match that I would focus my fear onto a particular skill needed at that point, serving, returning the ball and so on. He also set a trigger word with me, 'helpful' which would put me back under if he said it to me. This first time I was only hypnotised for a few minutes, and Paul was careful to make sure I felt OK about it." Maria stopped for a moment reflecting. "Paul did ask me to forget the trigger word and also he asked me how I felt and to talk about that freely without being embarrassed. I told him that being under made me feel quite aroused and that my pussy was wet and my nipples very sensitive. That made his cock go very hard I could see the outline clearly in his jeans and that made me feel quite powerful. I did not fancy Paul at all, not like I fancy you, but he seemed like a decent person and I did not want him to be upset, so I told him that I would probably masturbate later on my own and think about the relaxed feelings which were really nice." Maria paused again; I was struggling to deal with the revelation of Maria's stated feelings for me and also with the matter of fact tone of voice she was using which was very erotic in its innocence. As Maria had been speaking she had relaxed into the cushions leaning back and I could not help notice that with her short skirt and legs slightly parted I could see her white knickers clearly; was it my imagination or was there a darker tinge of moisture on the gusset? "After that first time we did really well as a team, and in Cardiff won a really hard match. On the coach on the way home Paul used the trigger word to put me under again, only this time he told me that I would not remember being hypnotised or anything about what happened unless he asked me about it. We were sitting at the back of the bus, and I know that Paul had had quite a few pints, he seemed to be sweating a lot and his speech was not very clear. He told me where he lived, and gave me a key and he told me to go to his room as soon as we got back home and to wait for him there. He was very clear that I should not speak to anybody." Maria took a sip of her water and continued. "When the bus stopped I did as I was told and left with my kit and walked to the halls where Paul lived, the key opened the door and I went in. For a mature student Paul was not very organised, his room was pretty messy with dirty clothes all over the floor, so I stood by the door and waited. After about 20 minutes Paul knocked on the door and so I let him in. He asked me if I was feeling aroused, and I said yes, he then told me that I would find him very attractive and would want to have sex with him; when he said the trigger word I would be unable to keep my hands off him." Anyone For Tennis? Hi. I'm Ann. My husband Rick is a big fan of these stories and I have one to contribute. It may not get down and dirty like some of you (male) writers do, but let's see where it takes me. It may not actually be finished yet... I'm in my 40's, a thin white girl with no kids. I weigh 4 pounds more than I did at the end of high school, and I like to think my body looks exactly the same. The advantage of a small bust. I've been playing in our metro tennis league for 20 + years and play with a team that takes the game very seriously. We routinely hire a coach to assist with practice and tune up our game. Three years ago we had a coach named Gary, a muscular black man, mid-30's with broad shoulders, a wide smile and a big heart. Over the course of the next two seasons we got quite close, and the physical intimacy made the sexual tension ever-present. You can imagine-sweaty in my tennis clothes, having Gary hold my wrists or waist from behind while he adjusted my posture and my swing. I often felt the bulge of his cock through his shorts on my backside. I would talk and laugh about these episodes with my dear friend and teammate Carol. I wasn't the only girl that he would turn on this way. She thought he was sexy, too, but we admitted it was pretty cliché to think of us middle-aged tennis ladies with this well-endowed black athlete. But she did once tell me she had gotten herself off with her vibrator thinking about Gary and the backside rubs. At the end of a particularly hot workout in August 2 years ago I walked over to the water fountain behind the bleachers. When I turned to walk back Gary had just strolled up, smiling and much dryer and cooler that I. We stopped and chatted for a moment and without any warning he bent down and kissed me on the mouth. I should have been taken aback but I actually kissed him back without even thinking about it—it was automatic. Over the next few weeks Gary and I pretty much pretended this had not occurred. Normal practices, normal banter. The season ended and I thought that would be the end of it until next season. However, we moved our practice location closer to downtown and my team captain hired another coach. Another year went by. One night last month I decided to tell my husband about the kiss. He's an adventurer and not particularly jealous and I just blurted it out over drinks on a Saturday night. He listened, commented that I should be flattered, and said no more. Later that night, in bed, Rick took me through the whole fantasy. He made love to me while describing how we could have Gary over for dinner, letting one thing lead to another, and how he and Gary would tenderly and repeatedly fuck me. He omitted nothing; describing the dim light so I wouldn't be too self-conscious, the ample drinks, the slow undressing. Gary would be large and ready and would take me first, a flood of deep warm come from this young man. In this fantasy, Rick then climbed onto me, slid into me and came right away. Two back to back comes. I would be awash in their sperm, warm and slippery. Rick then rolls off me and Gary says, "I'm ready to go again". I climb onto him and guide his very large cock into me and Rick is treated to an ebony/ivory fantasy up close, complete with multiple orgasms on my part, and then another deep (And I do mean deep) deposit by Gary. Rick is now ready to properly fuck me and he runs through every one of my favorite things; every position, nuzzling my neck and ears while Gary watches and leans in to suck my tits. Finally he spends a few minutes eating me (I wondered if he would do that!) and finishes me off from behind while I am draped over Gary's chest and my hair sweeps down over his sweaty neck and shoulders. Earlier this week I had coffee with Carol and we went over the practice schedule. After the paperwork was set aside, I told her about the kiss with Gary, how I shared it with Rick, and what he did to me in celebration. She was all ears. She got about as excited as a woman can get listening to another woman's tales. Tonight we had our first practice of the season. I was all warmed up, starting to drip sweat while hitting balls hard with Carol when the new coach showed up to get started. I strolled off the court to introduce myself as he came around the corner. Oh, hello Gary! Anyone for Tennis? Ch. 02 To fully set the scene please read chapter 1. * In summary, my young tennis partner, Maria, has been taken advantage of under hypnosis. To help understand what happened I have used hypnosis to revisit the previous events and in the course of this my young subject has let it be known that she is attracted to me, a much older man. Saturday came round slowly, and I was full of anxiety about how things might develop. On the one hand Maria was clearly interested in me, on the other our relationship was built on trust that was based on my experience helping to coach and guide this young woman 30 years my junior. With the match scheduled to start at 2.00pm, men's and women's singles followed by men's doubles and finishing with the mixed doubles each the best of three sets, it would be a long afternoon; at 53 years of age I would need to preserve my energy. As Maria and I were not involved in the first match we had some time to catch up with the events of our last meeting and having settled the opposition team and offered tea and coffee we finally had some time to sit with a little privacy. I gently opened the conversation; "So how are you feeling after our evening last week Maria?" From the corner of my eye I watched for a reaction to my question and could see that a flush was spreading on Maria's neck and to her face. "I feel much better about what happened at University and I hope the tennis problems will be solved for today," said Maria "but I am a little worried that I might have said too much about some other things, and well, I do feel a little embarrassed now that I'm not hypnotised. I did some things in front of you that I shouldn't have really done and I let out some secrets that perhaps I shouldn't have done. I hope you're not mad at me." "Well actually Maria, I am OK about things. I was glad to help you, and hope I can help some more, and as for what happened, well I was flattered and quite excited myself with the things you told me it's not every day that I share so much with a beautiful young women. Having said that I don't want to put you in a position where you would feel compromised or uncomfortable, so you must tell me if this happens." I was watching Maria as I spoke, looking for a reaction and was pleased to see her reaction was not to stop things but rather to be sure we would continue. I went on; "Maria, would you like to continue with our project, if nothing else we need to see if there is anything to be done about Paul, since he has clearly taken advantage of you. What do you feel about that?" Maria considered my question for a moment and glanced at me, looking a little guilty; "To be truthful I have considered some horrible revenge since we last talked about this. Part of me feels that what happened wasn't so bad, but part of me feels that he simply did not have the right to do what he did, and if he hadn't lost control of himself, then who knows what might have happened. Besides that I rather enjoyed being hypnotised by you, and I would not mind if we did it again, perhaps after our match we could try again and see what else we can learn, maybe we will come up with a plan?" This was good, Maria was giving me some level of freedom to explore her inner most secrets, and I certainly had some ideas about that and with Maria as a willing collaborator, so the evening looked to hold much promise for us both! In the meantime we had a match to win. I turned to Maria to find her studying my face, so I smiled and said; "OK we have a date, but now let's see what we can do about winning this match, do you feel confident or would you like me to re-enforce the suggestions I made earlier in the week?" "I think I will be OK, I can remember the suggestions you made and I will focus on the key skills when the time comes, I just hope I am not distracted thinking about the other things." That made me think and so I decided to solve the problem; "Anyone for tennis? " I used the trigger words set during our first hypnosis session and Maria's head immediately slumped to her chest. So as not to draw too much attention to Maria's vulnerable state I quickly followed up; "Maria, I want to be sure that you have the best match possible today, so for the rest of the afternoon I want you to forget all about Paul, our plans for this evening and any feelings or concerns that you may have about what we will do. You will concentrate your energy on the tennis match; you will enjoy the game and do the best that you can. Is that clear?" Maria nodded her head. "After the game is over you can start to consider those other matters. When I count to three you will wake up and feel really good and ready to play, one two, three." Maria sat up, looked at me and smiled and without a word reached for her racket, taking hold of the grip with intent. The first game was drawing to a close, our male partner Bob, was being soundly beaten by a young athletic opponent, Jack, and at 5-0 in the second set it was time for Maria to get ready for the ladies singles. Her opposition, Barbara, was a typical British club type, well turned out mid thirties, a strong featured blonde, no doubt mother of two beautiful children and a stalwart of her village, and I had no doubt a deep streak of competitive skill and aggression! Maria sized Barbara up, looked at me and smiled. "No problemo" she said "Let's get one back!" As the men's game concluded, Bob walked of the court blowing hard. "Best of luck then Maria" he said and headed for the club house for a drink. I do enjoy watching ladies play tennis, those short skirts and tanned legs are very appealing and I settled down to watch the game on the grass bank to the side of the courts which afforded me great view of the players as they set themselves up for each point and of the play. It also gave me a good view up the short skirts of the women players I could not help notice that Barbara was wearing uncommonly skimpy knickers, and I was sure I could see curls of pubic hair peeping out of the gusset when she served, I had to try not to stare, but I was certain that Barbara knew just what she was showing and revelled in the attention of the male spectators! Barbara proved to be quite tough, striking the ball hard and cleanly, serving with control and direction and making solid volleys. Maria however matched her point for point, the game going with serve until Maria served for the ninth game. Out of pattern Maria lost the first point to a hard return, the second to a deep return and volley and the third, her first double fault. "Love, forty" called Barbara smugly. This was the pattern I had hoped to avoid, but Maria looked calm. I crossed my fingers and made a silent prayer to the god's of tennis. Maria looked calm and very cute as she bounced the ball at her left foot, tossed it in the air and served; down the line, an Ace. I applauded with the other players all now watching the game. Maria, collected two balls, tucked one into a pocket in her skirt and readied to serve again. The serve pushed Barbara wide; Maria rushed the net and with a crisp volley put away a winner. Nice. "Thirty, Forty" called Maria. A deep serve was returned, Maria played a half volley as she took the net, Barbara attempted to lob and with a high back hand smash into the corner of the court Maria won the point. "Deuce." We all applauded, Maria had held her nerve, more than that she had her opponent under pressure. Two crisp serves later, and the score was 4-5, our blonde housewife now having to serve to hold the first set. Maria took the first three points with hard deep returns. The pressure was on again. "Love, forty" called Maria. Barbara bounced the ball preparing to serve, tossed it high and with a full swing hit the ball hard, but Maria was ready, taking the ball early on the rise and hammering the return deep pushing Barbara wide; a plucky back hand return looped high, and Maria pounced for the kill, a clinical back hand volley wrong footing her opponent. Maria had held her nerve, had taken the first set and was visibly pumped up! The second set passed quickly, Maria broke Barbara's first two service games and took the set 6-1 and the game 2-0. I was delighted to see Maria show her potential. Now for the men's doubles. Bob and I had played together for years, our opponents clearly knew each other well but their communication was somehow stilted, one player strong and agile the other an older man, James, like me quite reserved. Barbara and Maria watched from the bank, Maria with her legs quite primly together showing just a flash of white knickers, Barbara almost brazen with her arms on her knees exposing fully the gusset of her skimpy knickers. Well if she wanted to distract us this was clearly the plan, however Bob and I were used to these games, and to be frank Jack could hardly break his gaze away from the display so this tactic would cut two ways. It was not too hard for us to split the opposition pushing them to take risks and in short order I was serving for the second set. Bob made a fine volley at the net to win the match, clearly relieved to have made up for his loss earlier, and to have retained his gentlemanly discretion by not taking every chance to look at Barbara's fanny still quite openly on show. Maria joined me on the court, and quietly asked me "Was Barbara flashing you guys?" She smiled and I nodded, trying not to laugh. Maria did laugh, and in a familiar way patted my backside with her racket "And did you like what you could see?" She laughed again and looked at me with mischief in her eye the exchange was playful but also quite pointed! "Let's play some tennis" I said trying to distract Maria, and failing; Maria walked into position stifling a fit of the giggles. Barbara and Jack were quite tough opposition, much more in tune with each other than Jack and James; the first three games went with serve, Barbara being the fourth to serve. I was receiving first and as Barbara tossed the ball high and stretched to hit the serve I caught a distinct flash not of knickers but of Barbara's pubic hair, darker than the hair on her head and quite bushy. Her first serve went past me as I fluffed my shot. Maria looked back at me quizzically. Get a grip I said to myself, but could not help but focus on Barbara's crotch as she served to Maria. Maria hit her return into the net; Time for a team talk. As we changed position Maria came up to me; "She isn't wearing her knickers, is she?" Maria whispered "Don't let her put you off!" Maria smiled at me, and giggled. Get a grip, get a grip, the mantra ran through my head. At 6 -6 we moved into a tie break; I had struggled to stay focused on the game, Maria had played a strong hand, but Jack had been distinctly uneasy during his service games, the view as his partner crouched at the net would have been uninterrupted and Barbara knew it! I had also noticed on my own serves that as Maria crouched at the net there was a distinct line of moisture on her gusset, not sweat, something much sweeter and it was all I could do not to get an erection! The overt display of our guests clearly had Maria excited. Home advantage finally won the day; well, probably more that my older head was less distracted by the overt sexual posturing of Barbara with my focus elsewhere than her young partner who had more than once shown signs of quite a considerable erection not easily hidden in tennis shorts. Still we had concluded the game successfully. Maria gave a small shout of triumph as the winning shot was played and to the applause of Bob and James ran to me and gave me a big hug, then turning to our opponents offered her hand across the net. Barbara looked rather more flushed than her efforts on the tennis court should warrant and I guessed that this was not the first time she had put on a display during a game, and I would guess she was not to worried about the result. Both teams walked up towards the club house and our offer of showers was gratefully accepted. In the interests of economy the showers were shared between the men's and women's changing rooms with doors that could be locked in either direction from the shower room. Barbara disappeared into the ladies changing room the two men into the men's and soon we could hear the sound of the shower. "Do you mind if I head off now?" I turned to Bob who was looking a little flustered "I need to pick up the kids from scouts." Oh yeah I thought. "No problem Bob, thanks for the game and really well played, that was a good win." "Maria was terrific today, best I have seen her play, so let's do it again next time, thanks; thanks Maria." He called into the kitchen and left quickly. Maria called her goodbyes, and then walked past me towards the ladies dressing room patting my bottom in a friendly fashion as she past me but not stopping. Seconds later she rushed out again coming towards me, red in the face with a fierce blush. "They are all in the shower together" she whispered," and I think they are fucking Barbara at the same time!" "No way." I laughed and made to walk to the men's changing room, but Maria grabbed my arm and pulled me into the ladies whispering in my ear; "The men's door is closed, come with me." She took my hand and led me through the changing area; the lights were all on in the shower room and as dusk came the changing rooms were now much darker so we could see but not be seen; what a sight greeted us. Barbara was standing in the shower, James standing behind her soaping her breasts and stomach, lather catching in her splendid bush of pubic hair. Jack stood in front of her sporting a raging hard on, and he was a big boy; I would guess eight inches at least, quite thick and circumcised. Barbara was slowly wanking his shaft with soapy hands, and then bent over to take the head of his cock into her mouth. Maria gripped my hand, part shock part arousal at this voyeuristic treat in front of us. James stepped back to reveal his own erection, shorter and quite stumpy; he reached down and soaped up Barbara's bum crack and then pushed forwards to penetrate her unresisting hole. I realised soon that he was fucking her arse not her pussy, Barbara pulled her face away from the large cock in front of her but kept a tight grip on it, pulling the younger man towards her and guiding the head of his penis into her vagina which easily swallowed the large shaft. Barbara was impaled in both holes, the two men thrusting in unison, all the while stroking Barbara wherever they could reach and to my surprise the two men did not hesitate to stroke each other as well, and I distinctly saw the older man insert his soapy index finger into the anus of the younger man eliciting a grunt of pleasure. We watched riveted to the scene; Maria was close to me, I could feel her heat, and I was now to my shame sporting a solid erection of my own. Before we had time to consider things the pace on front of us built up, Barbara was now groaning in a deep and guttural tone as her orgasm hit her, the older man eyes now closed tensed his buttocks hard and I am sure emptied his load into Barbara's anus, but stayed inside her whilst the younger man pumped on, then visibly released his own load in her vagina. As he pulled out I could clearly see a flood of juices and spunk cascade out of her wide open lips and onto her legs, beside me Maria gasped at the sight. They continued to soap Barbara, more gently now cleaning up the evidence of the encounter but keeping her on a plateau of pleasure, stroking her breasts and fingering her pussy whilst the hot water rained on them. I pulled Maria's hand and whispered "We'd better go or we will get caught watching." Maria tuned reluctantly and we left the changing room quietly and went back to the kitchen. Maria was silent, a deep crimson blush on her face and neck and she was looking at her feet. "That was so brazen" she whispered "imagine doing that in public, they must have known we would see them at it!" Maria sounded quite indignant. "Were you offended then?" I asked, expecting a denial so as to show me how open minded she was. "Well I do know this I would not want to be caught in public like that, and to do 'it' with two men at the same time, well it does not seem quite right." Maria was still blushing, and as I glanced across at her our eyes met, and we both laughed at our shared mock horror. Maria came over to me and in a conspiratorial tone whispered; "But did you see the size of his willy, it was really big and fat. I've only ever seen four willies before, and that one was really big!" Maria was acting mock shocked, but I could see that just under the surface was a torrent of laughter. We busied ourselves in the kitchen; the men came out of the showers first, declined our offer of tea and left for their cars carrying bags of kit. A few minutes later Barbara emerged from the dressing room, hair still a little wet and her face flushed. Barbara also declined our offer of tea or a drink, and thanking us for the game lent into me for a peck on the cheek and to my surprise I felt her hand brush my still mildly engorged cock through my shorts. Barbara was clearly a highly sexed lady, at another time I might have followed up her invitation but I had something else on my mind so Barbara left empty handed and walked to her car in the fast fading evening light with a wave of her hand and a polite 'well played'. Maria and I were now, alone, we had not yet changed, a fact I was quite glad about. I pulled two chairs together facing each other; "Maria, why don't you come here and sit down?" I asked. Maria showing compliance with my request (or was it in order?) came and sat on one of the chairs facing me and waited for me to speak. "I want to ask you some questions whilst you are not in a hypnotic trance, and I hope you will be able to answer them without feeling embarrassed, however if you do feel uneasy you must tell me so that I know, is that OK with you?" Maria nodded. "OK, my first question is how many people have you had sex with?" Maria looked up, surprised at how directly I was approaching things, but she did answer me; "Including Paul, which doesn't really count four, but it has never really been that great, the boys were always in a rush and once they had, well you know, cum, then they seemed to feel that the job was done." Maria looked at me as she spoke and when finished showed that she was ready for the next question. "OK, good. So do you touch yourself very often and think about sex?" "That is very personal, but since I trust you and you have seen me 'at it' the answer is yes, quite often, I like to think about lots of different things and places. I once touched myself in the cinema when I was with some friends, I don't think they knew but I was very hot that day!" "OK Maria, very good, so apart from me earlier this week has anybody else ever seen you 'at it' or have you even been seen nude before?" Maria didn't hesitate this time, warming to the task; "No, only you, and I'm still not sure what I feel about that, it is quite confusing. I think my brother once peeped through the bathroom key hole to see me nude, but apart from that only when I have had sex, and then it was in the dark, I haven't been seen by anybody, in fact I feel quite shy about my body." "OK, Maria, my last question for now, have you ever thought about me in a sexual way at all?" Maria looked down as she answered; "I am not sure I should answer that, but you should know that I do trust you and I am very comfortable with you; I have been quite excited about tonight and the tennis and watching the other team do all that stuff has made me feel quite confused, so I don't want to stop, but I don't know what to do next. I trust you to do what feels right and to be in charge of things." Anyone for Tennis? Ch. 02 "All right then so would you like to explore some more whilst you are hypnotised?" I asked the question, half expecting a no, but Maria quickly responded; "Oh yes, that would be nice, it would make me feel safe and warm, shall we do it here, now?" "All right then, 'Anyone for tennis?' "Maria's head slumped onto her chest, her breathing steady and relaxed. "Maria, you can hear my voice, it will make you feel very relaxed, you will feel your inhibitions drop away and you will be willing to answer my questions truthfully and without being embarrassed. Also If you feel aroused you will let your passion show and do what feels right for us both to gain pleasure." "Maria, I am going to ask you again, have you ever thought about me in a sexual way at all?" Without hesitation Maria started to speak; "Yes I have for a long time. When I was much younger I had all kinds of romantic fantasies about you, I always thought that your experience and maturity was so much more attractive than the boys I met at school and University; Now I am older the fantasies are much more physical, I dream about you touching me, and me touching you, I dream about how your skin would feel against mine and how your fingers and your cock would feel inside me. I want to spend time with you, and today when Barbara wasn't wearing any knickers on court I knew you would be aroused which made me wet. Watching them in the shower just now, I nearly grabbed your cock I wanted to touch you so much but I managed to stop myself." Maria stopped and closed her eyes; I sat a little stunned at the revelation. "So Maria would you like to take shower with me now?" Maria just nodded, opened her eyes and taking me by the hand led me into the ladies changing room, shutting and locking the door behind us. She went to the shower and turned on the water, testing the temperature until it was comfortable; I watched the steam rise around her, and then she turned back towards me and stepped in close. Neither of us spoke, Maria put her arms loosely on my shoulders and kissed me lightly on the lips, and then said; "If we are going to shower, then we will have to take our clothes off, can I undress you first?" I nodded, Maria pushed me so that I sat on a bench, and then knelt in front of me, undoing the laces on my shoes and then pulling them off, then removing my socks. Reaching forwards Maria pulled my shirt upwards over my chest and as I raised my arms and pulled it over my head. Maria leaned forward and kissed first my right nipple, licking it gently and then my left, nipping it lightly with her teeth. I stood up, and very slowly she undid the clasp on my shorts, and pulled down the zip, my erection was scarcely contained in my boxer shorts as Maria pulled my shorts to the ground so that I could step out of them. She then stood in front of me and ran her hands over my chest and arms, making the moment last, slipping her hands inside the elastic of my boxers and very slowly pulling them downwards. At first my cock resisted and tented the front of the shorts, but as gravity and Maria's pressure pulled harder my cock suddenly sprang out, close to Maria's face as she pulled the boxers to my ankles. Maria gasped when she saw my cock, now at full erection it was a good size, long and quite thick, with a round head hidden by my foreskin. Maria did not touch me immediately, but leaned forwards and gently sniffed the head if my cock inhaling the odour like a fine perfume; then with just the tip of her tongue she licked the small area of my glans exposed as my foreskin stretched around my penis head; slowly she took just the head into her hot mouth sucking gently. The feeling was exquisite. Releasing my penis Maria stood in front of me, clearly expecting me to now undress her in turn. Turning Maria around so the she had her back to me I reached around her and undid the buttons of her pink cardigan, and then pulled it off her shoulders, then with slow movements and an unsteady hand I took the hem her polo shirt and pulled it upwards and over her head, her blonde hair in a pigtail in my face smelt of fresh air and ozone. Reaching to the side of her skirt I undid the clasp and pulled her short pleated dress down over her buttocks, and as it fell to the ground I turned Maria around so that she now faced me dressed only in shoes and socks, knickers and bra. With a gentle push Maria sat on the bench as I had before, and I lifted her right foot, undid and removed the shoe and then peeled off the short socks. Before moving on I gently massaged her instep, and the on impulse lifted the foot to my mouth and sucked gently on her small toes; Maria's eyes were closed and she moaned. Her left foot followed, again a gentle massage and a lick on her toes releasing a sigh of pleasure; Maria was wearing an elasticated sports bra to contain her small round breasts, gently lifting her arms over her head I pulled from the sides allowing the orbs to fall loose and pulled the garment over her head. Maria's breasts were beautiful, firm, round and with no sag, her nipples small and brown and already quite erect; reaching forwards I cupped one breast in each hands, gently stimulating the nipples with my thumbs; Maria pushed into me to increase the pressure, but smiling I released her breasts and let my hands run down her sides to the elastic waist of her knickers. Maria was standing with her hands at her side, eyes closed rocking gently on her feet, her nipples erect, and her breathing a little ragged; Slipping my thumbs into the sides of her knickers I gently pulled them down; my eyes drank in the small strip of downy blonde hair running from Maria's belly button (an innie) into her pubic hair, neatly trimmed covering her mons, darker than the hair on her head but a natural blonde nonetheless; her knickers reluctantly parted away from her vagina lips a dark line of moisture staining the inside of the gusset as evidence of her sustained arousal; taking Maria's lead I leant into the soft pubic hair and sniffed in the smell of her excitement and arousal and the very feminine private odours held in by her clothing, which like an electric shock increased my arousal to a level I had scarcely ever experienced; my tongue snaked into the hair covered labia, parting the lips quickly locating Maria's clitoris and giving the most gentle flick with the tip of my tongue, tasting the salt form her sweat and the taste of her sex; Maria's legs started to tremble. Standing face to face with Maria I gently pulled her towards me, our small difference in height meaning my erection was rubbing Maria's belly, my testicles brushing her pubic hair; her breasts feeling soft against my chest and her nipples hard erect points brushing against me placing my left hand at the base of her back and my right behind her head I kissed her fully in the mouth and for the first time we allowed our tongues to meet, and explore the other; Maria placed both her hands on my buttocks and pushed herself into me as the passion of our kiss increased. Pausing for breath I leaned back and asked; "Maria, are you OK with this?" Maria nodded, smiled at me and kissed me again even more deeply, and this time taking my testicles in one of her small hands and softly massaging them causing my cock to strain and twitch with excitement. We disengaged and then hand in hand we walked into the falling water, which fell fresh and warm on our skin. Taking Maria's shampoo I squeezed a generous amount into my hand and then started to wash Maria, her back and shoulders, down her sides and reaching around her to massage and soap those wonderful breast and then running my hands down over her belly and into her pubic hair my fingers gently probing and opening her labia, my index finger slipping inside her very moist pussy and stroking the area inside just behind her clitoris for a few strokes before stopping and moving on; soaping her legs, and then her feet in turn, working back up her legs and again thoroughly soaping between her legs, this time slipping my soapy finger gently into her anus; Maria jumped at this but held on tight and pushed down on my finger so that the first knuckle was now inside her; reluctantly I withdrew my finger and continued to soap her smooth skin. Maria returned the pleasure soaping me all over, taking care to wash my testicles and my cock, slipping her finger into my anus and massaging my prostate gently, then returning to my shaft and gently pulling my foreskin back fully exposing the sensitive deep red glans and rinsing off all of the soap. Maria spoke first; "Your cock is beautiful and feels so soft, but it is quite big and that it is a little scary, I never dreamed I would feel one like this, but I really want to feel it inside me." It was a statement, a declaration of intent perhaps even a challenge to herself, but I was mindful that whilst Maria was not a virgin, she was very inexperienced. "Tell me Maria what is your favourite position for sex?" Maria responded quickly; "I have only ever done it in the missionary position, but I have seen pictures that look fun and I like the idea of being on top and being in control of things, do you think I will be able to get all of you inside me though?" I laughed gently; "I am sure I will fit perfectly, a lot of men are much bigger than me, but we will go only as far as you want us too; come with me. I turned off the shower, and grabbing our towels we quickly dried most of the water off each other; it was a warm night and the shower room was more like a steam bath making us both sweat, so turning off the lights and carrying our towels we opened the door and returned to the main club house room which was now quite dark. At one end was a large squashy couch, a favourite for teenage necking at parties; spreading my large towel on the couch I lay down on my back naked, enough moonlight came through the windows to illuminate my cock straining upwards, Maria in this light looked very young and her pubic hair black; pulling her down to me she straddled my middle, I could feel the heat of her pussy on my chest, and then leaning forwards her nipples, still hard brushed against my chest and her mouth found mine in a deep kiss. We didn't speak, we didn't need to. Maria slid her now wide open labia down my lower chest, then reaching down pushed my cock flat on my lower stomach so that her pussy straddled the shaft, the head just beyond her clitoris. Maria rubbed herself gently on the shaft; I could feel her wetness and heat and reached down tracing the base of her back down between her buttocks and gently scratching her anus and her perineum. Our kiss intensified, Maria moved higher up my body so that my cock head was at the opening of her vagina, then it slipped in an inch, two inches; Maria gave a primal groan and pushed harder, and despite the tight fit inch by inch I penetrated her ever more deeply, her vagina like a warm moist glove on my achingly hard cock. Maria started to build a gentle rhythm each thrust deeper than the last, until with each thrust her pubic bone was grinding against the pubic hair at the base of my cock. Maria had her eyes closed, lost in the moment as she rode me, changing the pace to bring maximum pleasure with each thrust; reaching up I cupped her breasts in my hands and tweaked her nipples which now stood out what seemed like an inch; Maria started to pant, deep ragged breaths, with her hands now on my chest the pace accelerated and I had to open my legs slightly so as not to cum too soon; her pace suddenly slowed, Maria pulled me almost all the way out of her and then plunged the whole length back inside, waited a second and then did it again taking my full length in each stroke and with each complete stroke crying out; I could feel her spasm on my cock now, a pulsing shuddering heat squeezing my penis, it was all I could do not to cum; Maria built up the pace again and then gave a small scream, her vagina gripped me like a vice and she slumped onto my chest shaking from head to toe. I think she may have passed out briefly, but I had not yet cum and gently probed her relaxing vagina with my hard cock; Maria was very wet as her vagina relaxed the sensations changed and the friction built quickly; Maria was now back with me, back in control and gently gyrated her hips so that the friction on my cock was almost continuous. "Are you on the pill?"I asked, Maria nodded, "I'm going to cum soon." "Cum inside me please, pleaded Maria." I didn't need to be asked again and quickly found the point of no return, holding Maria's hips I pumped inside her squirting deep inside her, once and then twice, my spunk adding to the lubrication and allowing me to stay hard and deeply buried inside her. Maria slumped, her head onto my shoulder, and I could feel that she was crying. "Are you OK?" I asked. I felt her nod and as I was still buried inside her she squeezed my cock with her vagina, helping to keep me hard. "More than OK, that was better than my wildest dreams, I have never had an orgasm like that before; I think I passed out!" She sniffed away the tears and then laughed "I don't know if I am still in a trance but I would never have done that without being relaxed; suppose somebody came up to the club house and could see us, we would be so busted!" I looked around the room, sure enough there was quite a bit of light streaming through the windows from the moon which bathed the tennis courts and the adjacent cricket pitch in a light. "Well we are both adults, so we can do what we want, but tell me how do you feel about being outside and running the risk of getting caught?" Maria considered the question for a moment and then said; "I have always turned the light off, and have felt embarrassed about my body, but now I think about it, it could be a real turn on to be outside and take that risk, but I am not sure I would be brave enough to do it!" "Let's find out I said" with a smile, lifting her off my still hard cock. Maria's vagina squelched loudly as my cock pulled out making is both laugh and reaching down I ran my had through her pubic hair feeling the wet slit and our combined juices, Maria shuddered and clung to me. "Come with me." I said. I took Maria's hand and we walked to the club house door, which opened silently, I looked around the recreation field and couldn't see anybody about so we stepped out of the door hand in hand and walked out across the cricket pitch naked in the moonlight. Reaching the centre of the cricket pitch we lay down on the slightly damp grass side by side and facing each other. I pulled Maria towards me and we kissed passionately, my hard cock still straining between us, then rolling onto my back I turned Maria around into a sixty nine; Maria did not hesitate and in the cooling air the feeling of her warm mouth on my cock was wonderful; without needing encouragement I gently opened up Maria's labia and with the tip of my tongue traced first the edges of her lips, then back to the perineum, probing her anus with the tip of my tongue and then running back up to the hood over her clitoris; moving back and forth with the flat of my tongue I pressed it into her vaginal opening tasting the mixture of her juices and my ejaculate as I probed as deeply as I could reach; moving back to concentrate on her clitoris I could soon feel Maria's rising excitement, slipping a finger inside I could feel her vagina walls pulsing as I licked, and then with a grunt Maria came hard, letting my cock slip out of her mouth and clinging to me as she shook with her orgasm. Smiling Maria turned and really started to work on my cock with her mouth, pulling my foreskin right back and sucking hard on the bulb of my head; with my excitement building it was not long before my balls tightened and I came hard, Maria taking all of my load into her mouth. My cock started to shrink quickly; Maria snuggled up to me and kissed me deeply, passing some of my ejaculate into my mouth as we kissed. "Do we still have a date for dinner?" "Of course, I am not letting you off that!" Maria laughed. "Do you think we need to get revenge on Paul?" I asked, expecting the answer no. "Yes we do, I have some ideas so lets' work something out." I was surprised but not unhappy at the prospect of working things out with Maria. "OK so let's go home and talk about it over a meal." As we stood to walk back to the pavilion I heard clapping from the trees at the edge of the pitch and a loud cry of 'Bravo'. Maria and I looked at each other in shock and then laughing ran back to the pavilion hand in hand. We dressed quickly, gathered our things and headed for home; only on reaching the safety of the house did I bring Maria out of the trance. At first she was quiet as I had made no attempt to quell memories of the evening, and then she looked at me quite intensely. "I hope that after dinner you will let me stay with you tonight, but I have one condition which is that this time I want to be the normal me so I will promise to do whatever you want with me if you promise not to put me into a trance again until I want you to? "You have a deal." We hugged and walked to the kitchen to prepare a meal, deeply contented and still excited at the new possibilities in front of us. To be continued (with a little revenge) Do please vote and do read my other stories and give me your comments. Anyone for Tennis? "When he said 'helpful' I did feel different, Paul looked very attractive and I could see he had an erection in his jeans so I immediately moved over to him and kissed him and rubbed his cock through his jeans; he touched my pussy through my jeans, I could tell he was not very experienced he was quite rough, but I felt hot so I pulled off my top, and took off my jeans and knickers and Paul took his own jeans and pants off; he pushed his fingers inside me I was very wet, it felt quite nice and so I rubbed his cock, which was quite long and thin and pulled back his foreskin and rubbed the head; I think it may have been his first time, and before I knew what was happening he came in my hand, and he came a lot so that there was spunk everywhere. I think Paul was embarrassed because his cock shrank quite fast and he got a towel off the floor and tried to wipe up the mess." "He then said to me to get dressed and go to my own room and, to take off my clothes and get into bed and wait for him. I did as I was told putting on my jeans on, and my top picked up my knickers and put them in my bag and then went to my room which was in the girls block, I took off my clothes and got into bed to wait; as my pussy was very wet I touched myself while I waited and it didn't take me long until I was cumming hard." As Maria spoke I must confess to having a massive hard on, especially as in her relaxed state I could now clearly see that Maria was aroused, the gusset of white knickers showing the shape of her vulva and there was a clear wet patch in the middle marking her slit. To add to the heat of the moment Maria had her hands crossed over her chest, but I could see that her hands were now gently touching her breasts and her nipples were clearly visible though the layers of fabric. Maria continued. "About half an hour later Paul knocked on my door, I got up and let him in and then returned to the bed, getting under the covers. I think Paul had had another drink because he smelt of beer. He told me to lie on top of the covers and to spread my legs, which I did and then to touch myself, I was still very wet. As I touched myself Paul undressed, he had a thin body and was quite hairy and his balls were really big and hanging down, he was standing near me so I reached out and held them in my hand gently squeezing them; I think Paul liked that, he told me to suck him off, and that when he came his spunk would taste of chocolate sauce; so I did as I was told. I took his cock head into my mouth and fondled his testicles and sucked quite hard, licking the tip with my tongue; It didn't take long, I could feel him coming, he held my head and thrust his cock into my throat and then he came, three good spurts and it did taste nice so I swallowed it all and licked his cock clean. I think he must have had a problem getting so excited so quickly and coming too soon, but then I was only doing as he told me." Maria had maintained a level voice in her delivery of this rather strange tale and it was clear that she was very much in the moment of her recollection and her hands were massaging her breasts as she spoke, her head was resting against the pillows behind her head. I felt it might be interesting to let Maria feel more freedom, and so I interrupted the story; "Maria, I can see that telling this story is making you aroused, so it will be OK if you want to relieve those good feelings, I will not be embarrassed or shocked and you know that you can trust me, so if you want to touch yourself or show me what happened please feel to do this.. So carry on with your story" "I think Paul had planned to fuck me from the start but he had now cum twice and although his cock was semi-hard again I guess he was wondering what to do next. He told me to carry on touching myself, and so I pushed one then two fingers into my slit, like this." Maria reached her hand down to her pussy and without pausing pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side revealing her most private places to me. Her pussy was lovely, blond pubic hair framed her pronounced vulva, which were wide open, her inner labia spread and the opening to her vagina a deep pink, her clitoris proudly on view. Maria hardly paused before pushing two and then three fingers inside her vagina, her thumb brushing her clitoris and as she talked rubbing herself and penetrating as deeply as she could; she became a little breathless. "Paul watched me, and I felt powerful as his cock became hard again quite fast, I wanted to feel it inside my pussy and so I pushed my hips towards him as I wanked myself off; Oh..argh it felt so good and so dirty to do that in front of him, I even pushed my little finger into my bottom, my pussy was really wet; I wanted to cum really hard; I wanted that cock inside my pussy; my fingers felt so good, I started to cum; Oh my god, argh..." Maria was acting out the scene in her mind, and she was cumming hard on her own hand quite unconcerned at the trembling old man in rapture in front of her watching! "Paul was now really hard again and so I grabbed his cock and pulled him towards me, he lay on top of me and I could feel his cock touch my pussy lips, so I grabbed his buttocks to push it inside me, but then he came again. I could feel his spunk on my pussy lips and running down my arse crack, but I wanted him inside me, and he was going soft again!" She paused "His spunk and my pussy juice were all over the covers and I really wanted to cum, but Paul was spent. He got himself dressed, and I pleaded with him to fuck me; but he couldn't; I think he was frightened, things were getting out of his control; He told me to stop pleading; I did. He told me that I would sleep soundly until morning. He told me I would not remember anything about that night. He told me that my tennis would not improve unless he was able to see me again. He told me again that I would not remember what had happened. I fell asleep and the rest you know." Maria was still rubbing her pussy as she spoke even though she had cum quite hard, but she worked now in a more steady rhythm and having finished her story looked at me and waited. I needed some time to think. "Maria, I want you to go back into a deep trance and wait for my next instruction." Immediately Maria's head slumped, her hands stopped rubbing her pussy, although her fingers remained inside her vagina and she breathed in deeply. So Paul had taken advantage but had not been able to follow through, and to some extent Maria had complied with him; my thoughts of a vivid revenge seemed somewhat pointless now. To add to the dilemma Maria had given me several clear indications that in some way I was the focus of her sexual desires, and that made all kinds of options open up. I looked at Maria, still in a deep trance on the couch, her fingers still inside her obviously wet pussy, still openly exposed to me; I resisted the urge to touch her, although I was very conscious of my raging hard on which needed relief. Feeling a little self conscious I undid my flies and pulled my cock into my hand, with quick strokes of the shaft and the head I wanked hard as I looked at Maria; it didn't take long as the situation was very exciting to me and quickly I was coming to a peak shooting one and then a second spurt across the coffee table. Much as I wanted to do more it would have to wait! I fetched some tissue to wipe up the mess, straightened my clothes to hide my diminished erection and then spoke to Maria; "Maria, I want you to tidy yourself up now, as we have finished for the day, you will remember what has happened here, you will not feel embarrassed and will be comfortable talking to me about this, but only when we are alone." Maria moved her hand away from her still very open vagina, pulled the gusset of her knickers into place and straightened her dress as if nothing had happened, and then rested her head back on the cushions, eyes closed waiting for instructions. "In a moment I am going to wake you up, you will feel refreshed and happy and when I suggest that we meet again you will be excited at the prospect. You will still react to my trigger words, but all other triggers are now gone and will have no meaning for you; 'Jungle'." Maria opened her eyes and sat up, stretched her arms out and looking at me smiled and then said; "Thanks that was really nice, I feel so relieved to be able to share this with you and not be embarrassed when it makes me hot! I hope you didn't mind my little show just now." She looked me in the eye as she spoke, and I smiled back, feeling a blush rising. As we rose to move to the door I responded to her; "It was very nice to see you so relaxed, and you did seem to enjoy it; would you like to meet again to see what else we might learn?" I asked her knowing she would accept my invitation." We stood at the door of the house as Maria answered me; "Why don't we get together after our match on Saturday, you do still want me as your partner, don't you?" The question in her voice was almost an invitation in itself, and I did not hesitate; "There is nobody else I would rather have as my partner, so let's call that a date." Maria moved to kiss me as before, this time our lips met with intent, I felt her tongue flick across my lips and then with a smile Maria turned out of the door and was gone, leaving me in a state of keen anticipation for the coming Saturday. To be continued. Please vote and comment, and do read my other stories.