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Katherine Ch. 01

By: quimmaster



This is the first in a series. I hope you enjoy it and the rest.

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Katherine entered my house and sat herself down comfortably on the couch. I lit the fireplace and looked up at her. She was a very beautiful woman with dark sensual eyes. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in a thick ponytail and she was dressed as I'd always seen her; in a black leotard with a long skirt with black knit warm-up leggings and cloth shoes. The black color accentuated her skin and her dark eyes. I drank in her beauty. 

I moved beside her and kicked off my shoes. I leaned back into the corner of the sofa and wrapped my arm around her shoulder pulling her close to me. I held her for a moment and then leaned over and kissed her cheek. I pressed my lips to hers and she responded warmly. Katherine liked being kissed and did so passionately. 

I'd met her in class and we'd traded some notes and a few barbs. She was quick witted and we both enjoyed the banter. She was a bit put-off by some of my opinions and she thought that I was a chauvinist. Which I am to a degree. She was taken aback when I told her that I wasn't interested in her as a potential lover since she was too liberated. She'd never met a man who told her he wasn't interested in her. She was upset and challenged. 

As I walked her to her car that night after the class, I leaned against her car door and putting my arms around her, kissed her deeply. She responded with surprising passion, her tongue pressing into my mouth and then sucking my tongue into her own mouth. 

"I wondered what kind of kisser you'd be." she quipped. 

"How did I do?" I returned. She pressed her mouth to mine and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth once again. I hugged her to me and caressed her back with my hands.

She pulled away and said, "I've got to go."

I laughed and released her.

I called Katherine for a date and we went out several times together. Each date was a good time with a lot of banter but also a lot of kissing and hugging but she was very resistant to any fondling or caressing of her lovely body. She also kept bringing up my attitude problem. 

Now she'd invited herself over to my house and sat in front of a roaring fire on a rainy afternoon. As we kissed, I slid down and lay across the sofa with her body in front of me. We continued to kiss and I rolled over on top of her. She began to resist and I tickled her. We began to wrestle on the couch until I wedged one of her arms under my side and holding her other arm tightly, I gently stroked her breast through her sheer leotard. We struggled and teased until I eased the collar of her leotard off of her shoulder and I slid my hand into the top of her lacy bra and trapped her hard nipple between my fingers. 

Katherine fought hard and squirmed out from under me, dropping onto the plush carpet. She pulled her leotard back up and scrambled to her feet. As she broke for the door I caught her wrist and spun her around to face me. As I pulled on her arm, I bent over and as she fell forward over my shoulder I lifted her body into the air in a fireman's carry. 

It happened so fast, the young beauty could not react in time. I held her wrist tight as I ran my hand across the back of her thigh. She started to thrash about as I carried her into my bedroom. 

Once inside, I threw her body down onto the huge bed. Katherine was stunned as she looked up at me towering over her. She'd never been treated quite this way before. Before she could react, I reached for the sash of my robe on the footboard and climbed on top of her. Panic filled her face as I took hold of her wrists and tied them together with the soft cloth of the sash. Once secured, I pulled her arms over her head and tied her wrists to the rail of the headboard. 

"Just what the hell do you thing you're doing?" she demanded. 

I sat back as I looked down at her. "I'm about to satisfy your curiosity." I said. 

"Oh?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yes. I'm about to satisfy your curiosity about what kind of lover I am." I taunted her.

Katherine blushed deeply. 

"You know all your cock-teasing these past weeks has a clinical term. It's called approach avoidance. Well, now that you've been kind enough to approach, I've taken away your ability to avoid."

I could see that Katherine was angry. More with herself I think, than with me. She'd been pegged and she didn't like being that emotionally vulnerable, especially when she was also so very physically and sexually vulnerable. 

"This has gone just far enough." she weakly threatened. "Let me go now and I won't say anything to anyone about this." she said trying to be tough and to sit up. She failed at both. 

"You're even wondering how long it will take for me to make you cum and how many times I can do it." I teased. 

Katherine's mind was racing. I had read her very thoughts and it made her uneasy. The day was still young and she knew that I could keep her here for hours without anyone wondering about where she was. This frightened her but also filled her with excitement. 

I looked down at my beautiful captive. Undressing her did not look too easy given what she was wearing. First I removed her slippers and then unzipped the side of her skirt. Taking hold of the waistband I pulled her skirt over her hips and then down her legs. Katherine thrashed about on the bed but her movements only made my task easier. 

She lay before me in only her leotard and tights. I placed my hand on her thigh and could feel the warmth of her body. I smiled at her as I teased the top of her thigh. She started to kick but it was hopeless. 

"I thought you were restrained enough. But if you like I can tie your legs wide open." I said. 

"You wouldn't dare!" she threatened. "I'll scream rape!"

"I can gag you also if you insist." I threatened as I glared down at her. "But I think your mouth can be put to better use." I taunted her. Katherine was a bit frightened but also quite excited. 

"You've lost. You don't control the situation anymore and I know that that bothers you immensely. Why don't you just lie back and enjoy the next several hours. I'm only going to do what you've been wanting me to do since we first met." I said as I continued to stroke her thigh. Katherine blushed deeply because she knew that I was right. The thought of several hours of sex also appealed to her. 

"I know that you want to be dominated - even abused a little." I told her and she blushed even deeper. 

Quickly I changed the subject. "Are there snaps down there?" I asked glancing between her thighs.

"Yes." she answered caught off guard by my question. 

I slid my hand across her warm thigh and reaching down between her legs and pressing my fingers against the sheer crotch of her leotard, hooked my fingers under the snaps and pulled them open. Katherine was startled by the suddenness of my actions as the front of her leotard snapped up and lay across her waist. 

Reaching quickly for the waistband of her tights and with one sharp pull, I yanked them and her panties down her legs and off of her feet. She immediately crossed her legs as she gasped in surprise. That was okay with me since I wasn't interested in exploring her sweet vee just yet. 

I stood up and removed all of my clothes and Katherine gasped as she saw the size of my cock. Sitting down next to her, I placed my fingers on her slender throat and leaning forward kissed her deeply. As I continued to kiss her, my hand slid down over her breasts and I could feel the hardness of her nipple as my palm gently kneaded her titflesh. I could also feel the trembling of fear and excitement in her breast. 

Katherine was ready to explode as I caressed her breasts. They were not particularly large but they were full and firm and her nipples were very excited. My hand slid down to her waist and sliding my hand under her leotard, pulled it up over her breasts and then over her head and up her bound arms. Her bra was cream color and had snaps in the back. 

I decided to add a measure of fear to her experience and reached over to the drawer of the nightstand. Picking up a knife, I held it in front of her face and pressed the button. A long silver blade snapped open. Katherine's eyes were riveted to the cold steel blade as I pressed it against the top of her breast. She could feel the coldness and the hardness of the blade as I pressed it against her firm breast and then drew the blunt side of the blade across her hardening nipple. Her face was etched with fear as I slid the long, sharp blade under the strap of her bra and with a quick flip of the wrist, slit the strap open. I then slit the other strap and laying the knife down across her firm stomach, proceeded to fondle her panting titflesh. I could feel her supple body tremble as my fingers closed around her taut nipple. 

I picked up the knife and slit the rubber band holding her hair back in a ponytail and then slid it under the center of her bra and up through her cleavage. With a quick flip of the wrist her bra snapped open as she screamed softly and her last vestige of clothing and modesty disappeared. She bit her lip as she felt my fingers close once again on her bare nipple. Her nipples were rock hard. I lay the knife on the table and bending down sucked her tender nipple into my mouth.

Katherine moaned deeply as I teased her nipple with my tongue. I trapped her tender nub between my teeth and bit down ever so gently as my tongue teased the tip of her nub. I switched breasts and continued to excite my beautiful, young captive. A soft moan escaped her lips as her head rolled from side to side. I vigorously attended to Katherine's excited nipples, rolling and pinching them with my fingers and then bathing them with my tongue and lips. 

As her body began to writhe, I bit her gently and chewed on her most sensitive nubs. Katherine had never remembered her nipples being this sensitive or this excited. Lifting my head, I blew a cool stream of air across her wet nipples and they somehow got even harder as the cool air raised a crop of goose bumps and she bit her lip. 

Grasping her nipple tightly, I pressed my lips to hers and they parted as I thrust my tongue deep into her warm mouth. I squeezed her breast hard as I probed her hungry mouth. Then easing my grip slightly, I tickled her breast and ran my fingers up her extended arm and began to nibble on her neck. A chill ran through her body and as her back arched, she strained at her bindings.

I licked and kissed my way down to her chest and then descended across her firm abdomen. Katherine's body began to quiver as my lips brushed across the top of her mons. Her pubic thatch was silky soft and her firm thighs parted for me as my mouth began to caress the edges of her womanhood. First her legs lifted slightly and then her knees fell open, giving me unobstructed access to her drenched love hole. I could smell the sweet scent of her loins as I lowered my head between her open thighs. 

My tongue began to explore the wet folds of her pussyflesh. I felt her body buck as my lips glided across her erect clit. I pressed my tongue deep between the folds of her labia and sucked out her sweet nectar. I felt her thighs close around my ears as I licked her love petals. She screamed as her first orgasm rippled through her lovely body. 

With her thighs clamped around my ears, I wrapped my arms around her hips and thrust my tongue deep into her pussy. Katherine's body began to buck as orgasms ripped through her loins. Still trapped between her twitching thighs, I rolled her onto her side and grabbing handfuls of her firm asscheeks began to chew gently on her engorged love petals. 

As I continued to probe her tight love channel, my fingers caressed and probed her beautiful ass. I nibbled my way down further between her soft thighs, until my tongue was able to flick across her tight sphincter. Katherine's body bucked violently as my tongue teased her pink asshole. 

I rolled her over onto her back once again so that she lay flat on the mattress and then lifted my head from between her satiny thighs. Katherine's breathing was heavy and her nipples were even harder than they'd been before. I rolled over between her thighs wedging my body between her knees. I slid my arms under her raised thighs and began to nibble on the tender inner flesh of her open thighs. As I teased her sensitive skin with my lips and tongue, I could see her pink clit stand up as if begging for attention. That was exactly what it was going to get. 

I ran my tongue deep into her seething pussy and then slid it along the length of her engorged labia. When I reached her rigid love button, I closed my lips around it as my beautiful captive gasped with pleasure. Gently I trapped her most sensitive nub between my teeth and my tongue. A small shift in pressure and her clit slid over my teeth and she exploded in yet another orgasm. I repeated this caress and Katherine's body convulsed in three more rapid orgasms. 

"Enough! Stop!" she cried as her thighs once again clamped around my ears but this time in an effort to keep me away from her love hole. 

I pulled up and Katherine released her grip. I raised my head and looked down at her. Her body was flushed and glistened. Her chest was panting and her mouth was open slightly. I placed my arms over her thighs and then lowered my face back into her pussy. 

Again I went after her throbbing clit in the same way. I was able to wrack Katherine's body with orgasms at will. Her body and her clit, in particular, were so responsive, that the slightest pressure exerted on the tip, caused her body to convulse. Katherine bucked and thrashed as orgasm after orgasm rocked her beautiful, bound body. She tried to shake me off but with my arms over her thighs, she could not. 

"Please. Please stop." she begged as yet another orgasm enveloped her. "I can't take anymore."

"But we're just getting started." I teased softly.

"Oh, no." she pleaded. "It's too much for me."

I nibbled on her clit again and her body convulsed. Again Katherine began to buck her hips. Her resistance only spurred me on as my mouth went after her clit once again. Finally she just let go and let the waves of orgasm and heat roll over her limp body. She almost passed out from exhaustion.

I licked her clit once more and then began to nibble my way back up her glistening body. I sucked her nipples into my mouth as the hardness of my cock pressed against the soft firmness of Katherine's inner thigh. 

As I kissed the soft skin of her slender neck, my cockhead brushed against her swollen and very open labia. Slowly I slid my cock between her wet pussy lips and eased all the way into her warm and very wet quim. Katherine's love channel was filled with cum and the sensation was fantastic. She was tight but so very wet. As my cock slid easily into her drenched pussy Katherine felt the slick juices filling her pussy ooze out and trickle down between her open thighs and slide into the crack of her magnificent ass. I pressed my tongue between her soft lips as I flexed my cock deep inside her sweet, young pussy. She could taste her own cum on my lips as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. 

Slowly I withdrew from her pussy until only my cockhead was wedged inside her bound and naked body. I thrust my cock back in to the hilt. Katherine gasped. Slowly I began to stroke into her lovely, young body and in spite of her exhaustion, I felt her inner muscles grasping at my invading manhood. Katherine raised her legs and wrapped them over mine as I kissed her deeply. My thrusts became more rapid and her love muscles milked my cock. Orgasms rippled over her body periodically as she screamed softly with each new one. 

"Stop. Please, stop." she begged as her head rolled from side to side, but her legs spurred me on as her muscles grasped at my cock with each thrust. I increased the speed of my thrusts until I felt my load about to explode. Holding her arm tightly, I thrust deep into her loins with a loud grunt and felt my cum shoot deep into her quivering body. She screamed as a powerful orgasm wracked her bound body and her inner muscles went wild as they milked every drop of cum out of my ramrod. 

I eased my grip on her arms and kissed her deeply. Katherine made no attempt to release my hips as her drenched quim spasmed over and over again. She felt wonderful as I lay in her sweet saddle. 

We both drifted off to sleep as I felt her thighs release my hips. I wasn't going anywhere. 

To be continued...

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Katherine Ch. 01-02



Chapter 1 

Katherine

Knowing my interest in the subject a friend had told me about an exhibition I should see, a group of six photographic artists were showing their work at a small, private gallery. It was mid evening by the time I got there and by then there were very few people left in the place so I was able to view the items without the usual noisy gaggle that often attends such exhibitions. Each artist's work had been grouped and as I found most of it relatively unexciting I had been strolling through the displays, but when I turned a corner and saw the hands I stopped dead in my tracks.

There were twenty or thirty photographs, of men and women's hands, and although all the work was excellent it was not surprising that it was the female ones that really held my attention.

I had been there for several minutes before I realised something about one particular pair, I looked closer, and felt sure I was right. Then my concentration was broken by a voice.

'You seem to like them.' she said.

I turned to see a young, very attractive woman standing beside me. Her face had a fey, almost elfin look, wide set grey-green eyes, a small, up tilted nose and a full-lipped mouth. Her dress was a dark jade green, buttoned high to the neck and tailored to fit her generous bust line and slim waist before flaring out from her hips. But attractive as all those features were, at that moment the really distinctive thing about her was her hair. Its colour was itself quite remarkable, a rich, glossy auburn. But in addition to that was its unusual style, cut and shaped to follow the line of her head, then slicked down, making it look somewhat like a burnished, copper helmet. 

'Yes I do, very much.' I finally answered. 'Are they your work?'

'Yes they are.'

'You have a wonderful eye, and the lighting is marvellous.'

'Thank you.'

'Am I mistaken, or are these a ballerina's? I can't remember her name.' I asked pointing to the photograph that had caught my attention.

'Kerry Anderson, yes you're quite right. How on earth could you tell? Hands and feet are usually the least memorable parts of other people's bodies.'

'I have seen several photographs of her before, and I suppose I'm what you might call a hands person, you know, the way most men are classified as being tits, legs or bums people.'

'Oh really, that's very uncommon. What kind of work do you do?'

'I'm a graphic artist, purely commercial.' I added.

'Another visual person.'

'Yes, though my work's not as artistic as yours.'

'Just because it's commercial doesn't necessarily mean it's less artistic, or vice versa, my pictures are for sale too.'

'I'll certainly see if I can get this one of Kerry Anderson.'

She gave me a broad grin and said. 'I don't think you'll have any trouble, none of them has gone yet. But anyway I could always print another copy for you. So how artistic does that make me?'

I said that was fair comment, introduced myself, and having discovered her name was Katherine then asked if she would mind explaining how she achieved the different effects in a couple of the other photographs.

Until then she'd been standing with her hands held behind her but as she started answering my question she needed them to point out technical differences between the two pictures. And as she did that I seemed to stop breathing and felt my heart thumping in my chest, because her own hands were far, far more beautiful than even those in the photograph.

The skin was so white it seemed almost translucent, the long fingers slender and tapering, tipped with perfectly shaped nails that were lacquered to the same coppery red as her lipstick.

But they weren't just beautiful things to look at, it was the way she used them that really held my attention. Their movements were gracefully fluid, their gestures positively sensual, and even as she pointed out the effects she had achieved, lightly brushing them over the photographs, I found my head spinning.

We talked for several minutes, sharing several technical and artistic problems and solutions, and exchanging the odd anecdote about work we had recently done. She smiled and laughed easily, was able to tell a story against herself with humour, and I'm sure she could immediately tell from my own reactions how strongly I was attracted to her.

So, when the gallery owner came over and said there was somebody from one of the art world magazines he would like her to meet, I guess she wasn't surprised when I asked if she would like to join me for a meal after closing. But I was both surprised and delighted when she said she would.

'I'll need to be here for about another half an hour, but there's a little Italian restaurant just around the corner, why not go there and wait for me. I'll be as quick as I can.'

On the way out I gave a cheque for the photograph to an assistant then walked to the restaurant Katherine had mentioned.

She was quicker than she said she might be and I really had only enough time to explain I was waiting for someone, glance through the menu, and order a bottle of wine, before she arrived.

I spotted her as soon as she came through the door but even in the short time I had to watch as she made her way through the tables towards me I was struck by just how beautiful she was. It wasn't just her face and figure, though they were quite stunning, it was also the way she moved. 'Like a dancer!' I thought.

Having settled herself I poured us both a glass of wine and we ordered our meals, then we went straight back to where our previous conversation had been interrupted. The food arrived, we ate and drank, and still we talked. There seemed to be few things we didn't share an opinion on, and even when we disagreed about something the other's point of view seemed perfectly relevant. It was marvellous to find we had many things in common and could share our thoughts so easily.

But although I was able to keep my end of the conversation flowing, at times I found it extraordinarily difficult. It was having those hands so close that was the problem, the way she sometimes used them to accentuate something she was saying, and even the way she held her knife and fork. But most disturbing of all was the habit she had of toying with her glass, running her fingers up and down the stem, stroking the bowl, then circling the rim with the tip of one finger.

Try as I might, I couldn't get the thought out of my head of how indescribably wonderful it would be to have her doing those things to me, to my cock. Of course it hadn't taken long for those thoughts to bring on an erection, which simply refused to subside, and then in time begin to feel positively uncomfortable.

Of course sooner or later my preoccupation became apparent, and after a particularly long pause in our conversation she asked if anything was the matter.

'No, nothing's wrong, I'm sorry if I seem a bit distracted Katherine. It's your hands.' I added, almost guiltily.

'My hands? Oh, I see, you find them, distracting?'

'Very. I can't keep my eyes off them.'

'Yes I had noticed that, but of course you said you were a hands person. I wonder why that is?'

'I have always been fascinated by them.'

'Since you were young?'

'Yes, well certainly from my early teens.'

'Is that just from the artistic viewpoint, or sexually too?'

I hesitated before answering. 'Yes, I find them sexually exciting too.'

'I wonder, did something happen when you were young?'

There didn't seem any point in trying to cut-off the way the conversation had headed, so admitted. 'There was a woman, an older woman. She was very good with her hands.' 

'Ah, I see, it all makes sense then doesn't it. Tell me, have you been imagining what my hands would feel like if I touched you, perhaps stroked your penis?'

I felt myself actually starting to blush at her directness, and had to clear my throat before answering. 'I'm sorry if that offends you, but yes, yes I have been.'

She gave a low, deep laugh. 'No Craig, I'm certainly not offended. Perhaps flattered. I certainly understand your proclivities and preferences. I have my own too, which tend to be oral actually. But tell me, is your thing about manual stimulation exclusive of other sexual activities?'

'Oh no, it's not an obsession, hands are not a fetish. It's just something I like very much.'

'Good. We have even more in common than I first thought, that's excellent. As I'm a photographer it's not really surprising that I'm a very visual person. And I happen to think that the sight of a really nice cock, I mean when it's fully erect, is one of the most visually exciting things, and of course it's rather difficult to see it when it's up inside me. So, and quite apart from the many other things about it, seeing a man come in my hands is extremely arousing.' she added with a meaningful smile.

'Unfortunately there are very few men who are satisfied with just letting me do that for them. It's silly really, most men will admit they get a much stronger climax when they do, but they still prefer fucking. Odd, isn't it.'

'And your preference is for oral sex?'

'Yes, most definitely. That's not to say that I don't enjoy the regular variety, but for preference, definitely a combination of manual and oral.'

'We certainly do seem to have the right things in common Katherine. Are we going to do something about this situation?' I added in a lower tone of voice.

'I certainly hope so.' she replied, then paused. Her eyes held mine with a steady gaze and I could tell she was considering something, perhaps evaluating me, then after several long seconds, she continued. 'I actually came over by cab this evening, so if you could give me a lift home, well we could continue our personal comparisons there, if that suits you?'

When I later replayed the bits of the conversation I remembered I had to admit its progress had been amazingly fast and the outcome actually seemed a bit impersonal, almost cold-blooded. But at the time, after being continually aroused by the sight of those soft, seductively erotic hands, I couldn't have imagined a more exciting conclusion to what had at one stage threatened to be a rather dull evening.

The silence in the car during the short drive to her flat was in sharp contrast to the easy fluency of our conversation over dinner, her communication restricted to little more than directions as to which turnings to take. But then as my own head was filled with a confusion of thoughts I contributed even less.

Her apartment was on the outer fringes of one of the more fashionable shopping areas of town, on the first floor, above what was obviously her photographic studio. Once she had closed the door behind us she said. 'Come and talk to me while I make us some coffee.' So I dutifully followed her through to the kitchen and then as she began getting things together she started talking again.

She said that in her experience it seemed that artistic people tended to also be more creative in their sexual preferences, and gave a couple of what seemed to me to be quite weird examples. But although I was trying to listen to what she was saying I was only participating with half my brain, the other half was totally absorbed in watching her hands.

Every time she picked something up I was reminded of the way she had toyed with the wine glass, her long slender fingers lingering on whatever she was holding, following its shape, almost caressing it. Even as she measured the coffee into the pot one hand was sensually running up and down its sides, as though she was stroking some ridiculously massive penis. The effects I'd felt in the restaurant returned, but as I was then standing so close to her and could also smell her subtly distinctive perfume, they were very much stronger and my still swollen cock quickly re-stiffened.

I suddenly realised she'd stopped talking and when I looked up I found her watching me, there was a questioning look on her face but her eyes were sparkling mischievously. 'Well, do you?' She asked and I realised she'd been waiting for my answer to a question I simply hadn't heard.

'I'm sorry, I was miles away. What was the question?'

'Oh I don't think you were that far away Craig, and that particular question wasn't important. But this one might be.' she added, as she dropped her hand to my crotch.

'Aah yes, I was right.' she said as her fingers found the hardened length. 'The new question is, do you want me to do it now, or wait a while longer?'

Even as she was asking me the question she was unzipping and unbuckling me, then pushing her hand inside my trousers.

'Oh, briefs. Never mind, but if we're going to see each other from time to time I suggest you get yourself a few pairs of boxer shorts. I know many women think they're very unsexy, but they do make a man so much more, well, accessible.'

Slipping one hand down under the waistband then turning it and using it to hold my cock flat against my stomach, she tugged the briefs down with the other. 'There, that's better isn't it. Not much fun being all cramped up like that. Now let's see what we've got.' she said as she pulled them lower, then, as my fully erect cock sprang free. 'Oh yes, I like that! Big, and nicely shaped. A very nice specimen. And from the look and feel of it, I think it had better be now.'

Not giving me time to answer, or object, she moved round to stand behind me and, reaching both her long arms around my waist, slipped one hand under my balls and curled the fingers of the other around my cock.

'Now let's see what sort of a performer you are, I'm sure you'll rate at least a 'good', maybe even an 'excellent'. I'd like to think so.'

She started ordinarily enough, one hand slowly stroking back and forth while the other cupped my balls, fondling, rolling and squeezing them. But her fingers were so extraordinarily soft and their timing and actual movements so lazily sensual that what I felt was far from ordinary. Closing my eyes I let myself drift off in a haze of selfish pleasure, ignoring the odd surroundings and concentrating on the sensations coursing up through my body.

It must have been several minutes before I realised the feelings I was getting had changed dramatically, had become much more intense. Looking down I saw that she had released my balls and was using both hands on my cock, one around the shaft, the other concentrating on the more sensitive, already plum coloured head.

The hand curled around the shaft maintained a sort of background beat, slow and steady, its rhythmic stroking punctuated with occasional much stronger squeezes. But the other hand provided a truly virtuoso performance and the sensations her fingers generated were incredible. Their movements were fluid, yet purposeful, sometimes fluttering lightly, sometimes tightening almost imperceptibly as they caressingly teased the increasingly bulbous head.

Most of the time she used just the very tips of her fingers, lightly stroking the tautly bulging surface, running them around the deep groove behind the head or brushing them up and down over the rim. But she increased the intensity of the sensations I was feeling by occasionally changing the pattern of what she was doing, sometimes using the soft centre of her palm, at others making a loose circle with her fingers and slipping them backwards and forwards over it.

She quickly turned something that had already been a full-sized erection into a massive one. The shaft was thicker and harder than it usually was, the veins darkly knotted and the head had turned a dark purple, the skin stretched tight and made even more glossy by the drops of pre cum that had started seeping from the eye.

'Ah yes, quite magnificent.' she said in a low voice as she pressed herself tighter against my back and looked down around my shoulder. 'You are going to let me photograph it some time, aren't you?'

'If you'd like to.' I answered in a tightly hoarse voice. 'Handle me like this and you can do whatever you like with me.'

She chuckled, a low, warm sound. 'I'd be careful of what offers you make to me Craig, I'm quite capable of taking you up on them.

Tightening her grip around the base of the shaft so the volume of blood trapped inside made it quiver and throb, she paused for a moment then, using just the very tip of one finger-nail, she slowly dragged it down along the entire length.

It was as though her hand was connected to a power supply, firing off each nerve ending in turn, the electric thrills surging up through my jolting body, and then exploding inside my brain.

I heard myself give a series of deep, guttural grunts as she repeated the action, then almost doubled over in exquisite agony as she did the same thing to the even more sensitive head.

'Ah yes, I thought you would like that.' she whispered, then did it several more times, each one extracting equally powerful reactions from me. Then, as though taking pity on my tortured, shuddering body she calmed the overworked nerve endings by releasing her grip, lightly pressing the palms of both hands around it and gently stroking my cock from end to end.

But if I thought she was then going to finally release me by simply getting me off, I was mistaken. Once she saw the intensity of my reactions had lessened she gave my cock several powerful pumps, then again using one hand to grip the base, started to repeat all the things she'd done before.

But by then she had already driven the pressure inside me too high, had excited the nerve endings to the point where they were just a mass of wildly firing connections. 'Katherine, please! Please!' I managed to gasp a few minutes later after a particularly powerful jolt had left me virtually breathless.

'You mean you want to come, already?' she asked with an almost mocking tone in her voice.

'Oh God yes!'

'As you'll find out if we see more of each other, I usually like to wait longer than this, but as it's our first time, well, let's see if this does the trick.' she said, then, maintaining the grip one hand had around the base of the shaft, she made a ring from her thumb and index finger of the other, tightening them until the circle just skimmed the rim of my cock-head. Then she began to flick it back and forth, gradually moving her hand faster and faster.

I wouldn't have believed it possible but, because the stimulation was so localised, the intensity of the thrills were even greater than those I'd felt before, and the pleasure centres in my brain were simply overloaded.

As my swollen balls finally tightened she loosened the grip she'd had of the shaft, and used that hand to cup them, pushing several fingers hard up into my groin as they retracted. I felt her squirming herself even more tightly against my back, and the mass inside me churning, quickly building to criticality. Then felt my muscles tensing, my body arching back against her as the pressure inside me rose even higher and higher.

Realising just how close I was to climaxing, while her circled fingers continued flashing back and forth over the rim, I felt the other hand finally began to pump me, and although her voice seemed to come from somewhere far off, heard her saying. 'Ah yes, any second now!' Then urging. 'Come Craig, come now!'

And, as though I'd been waiting for her permission, I did. I heard myself give a loud gasping grunt, and, as the rest of my body locked tight, my hips jerked forward and the first scalding jet ripped through me.

My eyes were clamped tightly shut as it blasted out of me so I didn't see it go, but from the feel of it I'd erupted more powerfully than ever before. Then I heard her excited shout. 'Oh, that's five, no six tiles, a positively 'star' performer.' she said with a catch in her voice as her hand pumped even more strongly.

I spouted several more, almost equally powerful gouts before the pressure behind each surge began to lessen. But even after those monstrous bursts, still it came, each time her hand pumped she was rewarded with another spurt of semen.




Katherine Ch. 01-02



But, almost thankfully, I finally felt it coming to an end, and as she milked the last few drops from me she said admiringly. 'If you're as good as this in other ways I think we're going to get along especially well. Just look at all that!' she added, pointing to the number of large, wet splotches on the kitchen floor.

Ignoring both the mess I'd made and the fact that my cock was still dripping semen I turned, took her in my arms, pulled her close and kissed her. She returned the kiss with passion, squirming herself tight against me, her tongue probing inside my mouth, twining with mine.

As the kiss continued I slid one hand down her back, over the tight curve of her bottom and managed to gradually pull her skirt up enough to get my hand under it. Her legs were bare, the skin warm and silky smooth and my fingers seemed to tingle as they stroked it, slowly working their way higher and higher.

'That was the most incredibly intense climax Katherine. You have positively magical hands. Now, what about you?' I said when we finally broke for air.

'You have a gorgeous and quite remarkably responsive cock Craig, I assure you it was my pleasure too. But a performance as powerful as that does get me turned-on, if you would like to return the compliment, I'd be very grateful.'

I certainly didn't need any more encouragement and going down on my knees I reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties. As I got up again I pushed her skirt up to her waist then with a quick lift, hoisted her up and sat her on the edge of the kitchen bench.

As I squatted down she lifted her legs and rested them on my shoulders, giving me a clear view of her pussy. The mound above it was full and fleshy, thickly covered with more of that rich, copper coloured hair, trimmed and clipped to form a neatly thick mat. But I was thrilled to see that the pussy itself, and the skin immediately surrounding it were bare, obviously freshly shaved.

Her pussy-lips were already partially swollen, a dark pink, glistening moistly, and leaning forward I pressed my mouth against them, slipping my tongue between them. As I tasted her the scent of her arousal filled my nostrils and I heard her give a soft sigh as my tongue slid deeper, then, as I felt faint tremors running through her, she slipped her hands around my head and pressed me closer.

She held me there for some time and with my mouth pressed against her what I could do for her was somewhat restricted. But from her responses it seemed that by alternately sucking her pussy-lips and probing between them with my stiffened tongue I was able to continue building her level of excitement.

When her hands loosened their grip a little I gave myself more room to move by slipping mine up and easing her thighs even further apart. Then, pushing one under her bottom and wedging my fingers in the crack between her cheeks, I lifted her a little, at the same time using the thumb and index finger of the other hand to ease back the hood of her clit.

She gave a squeal of surprise when I blew the first gentle puff of air over the exposed tip, then began to squirm herself down against my hand when I followed it with a few more. But knowing the intensity of feelings that produced I didn't keep it up for too long, relieving them by pressing my mouth against her pussy and gently sucking it.

Then, using slow, but very positive movements I began to lick her. Starting below her pussy and swiping my tongue upwards, I worked up around one side then the other, then, sometimes lightly and sometimes more deliberately, I repeated those moves over and over again.

I felt the tension in her body lessening as she gave herself up to the sensual pleasures my tongue was producing, every now and then giving a low sigh as a particularly strong wave of delight flowed through her.

Although I could see the head of her stiffened clit still peeping out from beneath its protective hood, as I wanted to give her as slow a lead up to her climax as she had given me, I was careful to avoid touching it directly. But apart from that, I used my mouth, lips and tongue as skilfully as I knew how to, and from her steadily increasing sounds of pleasure, presumed I was doing exactly what she wanted.

But when I finally heard those sounds turn to harsher, almost rasping moans I recognised she was finally building up towards her climax, and lightly slid my tongue up over the reddened spike.

Her reaction was instantaneous, her fingers tightened around my head and she leaned back, lifting and pushing her pelvis forward. Knowing exactly what she needed then I increased the speed of my tongue, flicking the tip of it up over her jutting clit, licking faster and faster until finally I heard a harsh, hissing sound coming from between her tightly clenched teeth, felt her almost claw-like fingers digging into the back of my head and, as she arched herself higher, the contractions began.

Her hissing changed to a wailing groan as a series of violent spasms coursed through her and as they rolled on, wave after wave, she clamped her thighs around my head, pressing her spasming pussy against my mouth and holding me so tightly that I began to find it hard to breath. Somehow I managed to suck and swallow most of her freely flowing juices but she was producing so much that I felt the surplus running down over my chin.

She held on to me for so long that I really began to think I was going to suffocate but, just as I was actually starting to get a bit desperate, I felt her relaxing, just enough for me to get my hands up and push her thighs further apart. Her body was still shuddering from time to time from the force of her orgasm and when I looked up I saw that her face and neck remained flushed, the white skin tinged a dark dusky pink.

It was clear that even after, or perhaps because of what I had done for her, she was still strongly aroused, not yet fully satisfied.

I had been concentrating so intently on maximising Katherine's pleasure that I hadn't noticed the effect her excitement, plus the feel and smell of her, had been doing to me. So, when I happened to glance down I was surprised to find that in spite of the phenomenal climax I'd just had, my cock was either still, or again, fully engorged. Remembering that she'd said that a combination of manual and oral sex were only her strong preferences, I momentarily wondered if she might enjoy me giving her a second climax with it.

But as I really knew so little about her, in spite of the strength of the temptation, I decided that as I wanted to experience more of her very special skills, it would be better to continue doing what I knew pleased her. But not in the cramped and uncomfortable position we were in.

Slipping back from between her legs I quickly stripped off and as I got up and began undoing the buttons down the front of her dress she opened her eyes. I saw they were still misty with her unfulfilled need and said. 'Let's go somewhere more comfortable Katherine. That was much too quick and not fully satisfying for you.' Pausing to give her a gentle smile before adding. 'But before I let you come again I want to kiss every inch of the rest of your beautiful body.'

'I'd like that Craig.' she replied softly, unzipping and removing her dress then reaching behind herself to undo her bra and slip it off too. She had lovely breasts, not overly large but firm and beautifully shaped, and when I saw that her nipples were still stiffened I couldn't resist bending to give each of them a kiss and brief nibble.

For a few seconds she pressed herself against me, then pushed me away. 'I can take as much of that as you like to give me, but you were right, let's go somewhere more comfortable,.'

As she slid down off the bench she glanced down and seeing the state my cock was still in, gave me a tight smile. 'It looks as though you're nearly ready for a second helping too.' she said, reaching out and giving it an affectionate squeeze before leading me through to her bed-room.

We must have spent over half an hour, kissing, caressing, licking and sucking just about every part of each other's body. At first I took control, pressing Katherine down on to the bed, pushing her hands away from me as I did as I had said I would, slowly working my way over every inch of her gorgeous, and super-responsive body. But once I had given her a couple of apparently body numbing orgasms she squirmed out from underneath me, flipping me over on to my back then kneeling astride my legs.

Pushing herself forward until her pussy was jammed against the base of my rearing cock, she leaned down and kissed me. As our lips met and her tongue snaked into my mouth, I slipped my arms around her, pulling her lower, running my hands up and down her back and the tight curve of her arse.

'I hope we're going to see a lot more of each other Craig. You're a very sensitive lover.' she said when we broke for air. 'Thorough too.' she added with a grin. 'But now let's see if I can do the same for you. I'd like to give you another as powerful as the first was.'

With that she straightened up and, with her pussy still pressing hard up against it, began stroking and caressing my cock.

She took her time, again turning it into a massive, quivering pole then spun herself around, straddling my face, giving me her pussy to lick and suck while she added the expertise of her lips and tongue to what her hands had already done.

Neither of us was in any rush, each doing our best to prolong the feelings we were getting, both giving, as well as receiving the absolute maximum amount of pleasure. In spite of what she had said she wanted to do and the way she was going about it I very much doubted that I could produce anything like the volume of semen I had the first time. But right then the intensity of the thrilling pleasures I was getting were all that actually mattered.

So as I wanted to prolong those for as long as possible I tried to ignore the physical effects of what she was doing for me by concentrating on what I was doing for her.

I felt sure that the way her hips and stomach swayed and flexed indicated that my busy mouth and tongue were giving her at least the same intensity of pleasure that she was giving me. And that seemed to be confirmed by the increasing wetness of her pussy, the overflow of bitter-sweet juices starting to drip down on to my face.

Adding to the other things I had already learned about Kathryn I discovered that she had far more control over her body than I had over mine. Even when I could feel her approaching orgasm she managed to continue stimulating me, and apart from tightening her grip and pausing for a few brief seconds when the first rush hit her, she continued through the two or three peaks I was able to give her.

But even though I was reasonably successful in holding back my own her special skills continued sending incredible sensations coursing up through my body, and eventually I felt the inevitable urgency behind my reactions getting steadily stronger. As the tension and pressure inside me rose still higher I felt my hips starting to jerk, thrusting my cock up to meet her down-swooping mouth, trying to get even more of it deep inside that velvet warmth.

Realising I was finally approaching my own orgasm Kathryn suddenly stopped what she was doing, and for a moment I felt a flood of panic when I thought she was going to spring yet another surprise on me and leave me like that, twitching and jerking in tormented frustration.

But of course I had misjudged her, she had only stopped so she could lift and turn herself around, then with one hand curled firmly around my throbbing shaft, she lowered herself, pressing her sopping pussy up against its base. 'Your choice now Craig. Do you want me to do it for you, or do you want to actually fuck me?' she said.

Frankly, at that moment I didn't really care, by then all I wanted, needed, was the relief of orgasm, so I guess my response must have come from my sub-conscious. 'You do it!' I heard myself gasp.

'Good!' she said somewhat hoarsely, then moved her free hand behind herself to take her weight as she leaned backwards. 'Now, hold yourself quite still.'

When she had spun around and straddled me her knees had pinioned my arms to my side, so there was in fact very little I could do. But even so, if she had told me what she was planning I would have said it was almost impossible, and even though I was watching I still found it hard to believe.

Uncurling the hand that had been gripping the shaft and using the palm and extended fingers, she pressed my cock back against her pussy, then began to move her hips up and down. Her pussy-lips were so puffily distended from what I had been doing for her that they folded around half the girth of the shaft, and the sticky mix of her juices and my saliva provided a slickly sealing lubricant for both them and her hand.

So as she pushed her hips up and down the sensations I was getting were similar to those I would have got from having my cock buried in either her mouth or her pussy. Similar to, but because she had stronger and much finer control of her fingers, which she used with all her consummate skill, ten times more powerful.

The thrills I was experiencing were so awesomely different to any others that I wished she had done what she was doing much earlier, before the pressure inside me had reached the critical level it had. But it was too late for wishes, and what she was doing to me was far too effective, and the groaning grunts I was making let Katherine know just how close my orgasm was.

We both stared unblinkingly at the thing my cock had become. The rock-hard shaft quivering from the still rising internal pressure, the head so engorged it looked more like some over-inflated balloon, and the drum-tight skin glistening from the mix of her pussy-juice and my steadily oozing pre-cum.

Katherine had positioned her hand so she had the heel of her palm pressing lightly against the base of the head and her fingers pointing straight down the shaft, so when she saw my climax approaching it took only the slightest change to actually trigger its onset. Curling her thumb back around the shaft she began to move her hand up and down in time with the movement of her hips, letting her wrist rub against the sensitively tender ridge of flesh beneath my cock-head.

After everything else she had done to me four or five of those movements were more than enough to do it. I felt the churning rush, and a split-second later felt my body convulse as the all the accumulated power stored in every single muscle and fibre was suddenly released, then howled as my tortured cock spewed the first gout of semen.

'Yes! Ooh yeeesss!' Katherine gasped, and then I felt her hips and hand jerking up and down even more strongly, urging a series of equally powerful jets from my throbbing, pumping cock.

When she was absolutely sure there was no more to come she finally released the slowly wilting length, and as in that position there was nothing I could do to help, I watched, mesmerised by the actions of her magically seductive hands as she took care of herself.

She slid one up through the sticky mess of semen that had splattered her stomach and the undersides of both breasts, her fingers glistening with it as they fondled and squeezed herself, and pinched her stiffly jutting nipples. Meanwhile the other was busy below, flashing back and forth as they briskly stimulated her clitoris.

Until then I hadn't fully appreciated just how re-aroused she had got from what she had been doing for me, but she must have already been on the very brink of it because in spite of the number I had already given her, it took her hardly any time at all to reach yet another orgasm. After only a minute or so I heard her give a loud gasp, then she threw back her head, and as he entire body arched backwards I watched in amazement at the force of the tremors running through her entire body.

It took both of us some time to completely recover from what we had shared then Katherine suggested I might like a quick shower before heading home. Although I would have preferred not to have to I understood and took the hint, but as I was leaving she gave me a large envelope. 'Don't open it until you get home please Craig. I'll be away for the next few days, so this is just in case you get lonely. Obviously it's not you, but I'm sure you can imagine it is. Ring me on Sunday evening if you get time.'

It was only when I was getting into my car that the thought struck me. I felt that in some way I had been auditioned! I didn't know what role I was supposed to play but, if the intensity of pleasure she'd given me was a sample of my reward, I knew I would have no hesitation in taking it.

I replayed the events of the evening and the sensations I'd experienced in my head as I drove home, and in spite of the massive draining she'd given me, felt my cock trying unsuccessfully to come back to life. But when I got indoors and opened the envelope she'd given me I felt a sudden rush of blood surging into it. The photograph was a large one of her hands, doing to someone else's cock some of what she had so recently done to mine.

But, and even though of course I had never seen my own from such an angle, the one I was looking at gave me more than a twinge of envy. It looked enormous! Both its girth and length were clearly far greater than mine, and although Katherine had said she had been impressed at my performance, I doubted it would stand too much comparison with what a piece of equipment like that would be capable of.

But then I remembered what she'd said when she gave it to me. 'It's not you, but I'm sure you can imagine it is.' I wasn't too sure about that but although I was too drained to do more than collapse into bed that night, the following evening I found myself staring at it and recalling the things those wonderful, magical hands had made me feel. And when I finally went to bed, with the photograph propped up against the bed-side light I tried to recreate some of those feelings. I couldn't of course, but although it was nowhere near as powerful, I did give myself a reasonably satisfying climax before drifting off to sleep.

Since child-hood, whenever something of interest caught my eye I had always made drawings or paintings of it, and even if the things that had happened between us had not taken place, her looks alone were so exceptional that I would have wanted to make some of Katherine. But because of those things, and a sort of premonition that this woman was going to be different in other ways too, I opened a brand new sketchbook before attempting even a rough drawing of her.

When I rang her on the Sunday evening we chatted about the gallery opening she had been to, and although she said it had been successful it was clear from the sound of her voice that the trip had also been a tiring one.

I found myself wondering if she had been conducting other auditions while away, and was surprised to find that just the thought of that was immediately followed by a very strong twinge of jealousy.

Having decided to keep the conversation brief I was about to hang up and let her get to bed when she suddenly asked. 'Did you like the photograph?'

'Well to be honest I was bit daunted by its size, but of course the photography is brilliant. Who is he?' I asked, unable to completely hide the note of envy in my voice.

'That doesn't matter Craig, and I wouldn't be too worried about comparisons. But did you find it, well, useful?'

'It helped.' I replied cautiously, but then my spirits rose when she said.

'I thought it might. But I really do want to take some of you, I'm sure they'll be even better than that one. You will let me, won't you?'

'I said I would.' I answered more brightly.

'Good. But now, when are we going to meet again?'




Katherine Ch. 01-02



'What about tomorrow evening?'

She gave a deep-throated laugh then said in a slightly mocking tone. 'So soon, feeling in need of attention are you?'

'Yes, but I was hoping the feeling might be mutual Katherine.' I replied with just a little more confidence.

There was a fairly long silence before she replied, but when she did the tone of voice she had used had gone and had been replaced by a huskier one. 'You could be right Craig. Why don't I come over there, see where you live. If that's all right?'

'Fine, I'll cook you something to eat. What time?'

'Is about eight o'clock OK?'

I said it was, gave her the address and an idea of how to get there then we wished each other goodnight and hung up.

My brain immediately went into over-drive, one part of it skimming through the repertoire of dishes I was confident of cooking, another checking what work simply had to be done the next day and what could wait, another thinking about the magical things she had done for me.

Sorting out my work priorities was quick and easy. Then having decided that a seafood pasta followed by fruit and cheese would be appropriate, extremely flavoursome but not too heavy, I made a mental note of what I would need to buy the following morning. That left my brain free to concentrate on recalling the details of the all too brief time Katherine and I had spent together, and trying to imagine what might yet lie ahead.

So by the time I was ready for bed I had an erection that simply refused to die down of its own accord, and with the thoughts and images whirling through my head was in no need of the aid of the photograph she had given me. But the relief I got from jerking myself off was only temporary and my dreams were filled with images of Katherine and I together in a variety of positions and situations. 

Chapter 2

Belinda 

She arrived dead on time and although from the strength of her kisses when I took her in my arms I got the impression she was as hot for me as I was for her, she suggested we eat first. 'It's been a long and busy day Craig, and as I've had no time for lunch it'll be much better for both of us, if we curb our other needs for just a little bit longer. Is that OK?' she asked as she broke free of my encircling arms.

'Of course, I hope you like what I've got cooking.' I replied, only a little disappointedly.

It was obvious from the relish with which she ate that she was indeed hungry, and also seemed to be enjoying what I had prepared. 'This is delicious Craig. Finding a man who is both an exciting lover and a good cook is something most women only dream about.' she said, taking another sip of the wine I had chosen to go with the pasta.

'Was it one of yours too?' I asked with a grin.

'Possibly.' she replied with a low laugh.

'Sounds promising then. But before we explore the possible implications of that, tell me about the exhibition.' I said, not wanting our conversation to get too specific too quickly.

She became quite animated as she gave me a run-down of the details of what had been on show, naming several prominent artists, and a few well thought of critics who had been there. When she then told me she had also sold several items I topped-up our glasses and gave her a congratulatory toast, which made her both laugh and blush with almost girlish delight.

When we had finished and cleared the things away she said she needed to use the bath-room and having shown her where it was I finished tidying up in the kitchen and then went through to my bed-room. I had no sooner turned on the small bed-side light and turned down the bed-cover when she appeared at the door-way.

'So this is your bed-room.' she said as she moved past me and stood looking around. 'I have often thought how lucky we all are that walls can't actually talk. If they could I bet these would have a few stories.' she said with a wicked grin, then laughed when I replied.

'But I bet mine would be nowhere near as interesting as those yours would have to tell.'

'Ah, I should have guessed.' she said as a print on the wall opposite my bed caught her eye. 'Of course you would have a Degas.' Adding in knowing voice. 'And I bet I know why it's hung where it is.'

The picture was classic Degas, of a young, chestnut haired ballerina who was bent double as she retied the laces on her dancing shoes. Although her slender, youthful body was itself quite overtly erotic, for me the key aspect was of course her hands. They were exquisite, very white, with incredibly long fingers, fingers that curled truly sensuously as she manipulated the laces. But of course whenever I looked at the picture I imagined those fingers curling around something quite different, imagined their slender softness gently curling around my cock.

'I imagine that's been used more times than you can count.'

'True, it's helped me through many a lonely period. I'm very fond of her.'

'She does have really beautiful hands, have you given her a name.'

'Belinda.'

'Not exactly French, but I like it, she looks like a Belinda.' she said, turning to face me, then adding as she moved closer and slipped her arms around me. But although I'm sure she's very good with her hands why don't we try the real thing instead.'

Much later, when we had completely both sated and exhausted each other and were quietly lying side by side, she said. 'Tell me about your fantasies, with Belinda I mean. How long have you had the print?'

'Oh, years now, it was given to me by an ex girl-friend.'

'Really!'

'Yes, as a sort of parting gift. Although we'd never discussed it she twigged to my preference, she thought I was weird and decided to cut her losses. Left this parcel outside my door with a short, very sarcastic note attached.'

Katherine gave a low chuckle. 'Well at least she left you something she not only knew you would like, but would also find useful.' she added with a laugh. 'I think I would have liked her.'

'She was a very strong willed lady, she liked to dominate, and not just in bed.'

'You can tell me about her another time, let's get back to Belinda. Who is she? In your fantasies I mean.'

'That varies, most often she's the friend of one of my nieces, Susan, they attend the same ballet class and Belinda lives not far from my sister and brother's place. They go overseas for a couple of weeks, on business and can't take Susan with them, so because the hall where she has her classes is just a few streets away from here, they have asked me to collect the two girls a couple of times a week and give them a lift home.'

'How old is she? Belinda I mean.'

'She's usually a year or two older than my niece, just turned eighteen.'

'Usually?'

'Sometimes she's just a little bit younger, not often.' I added guiltily.

'When she is, does that change what you do together?'

'Not really, just what we say to each other and how I feel about us doing it.'

'Feeling a bit guilty adds excitement to the experience?'

'Mmm, yes it does.'

'Unlike the girl who gave you the picture, I'd like to hear what happens in some of your fantasies Craig, will you share that with me?'

'If you'd like me to, yes.'

'I mean tell me everything, in full detail, lots of juicy four letter words please.'

So I did as she asked and started by saying. 'First I'll tell you how it all begins.

It was the second week of Susan's parents' trip, I had arrived a bit early and as the class was still going and because it's a very small hall the only place to stand waiting is against one of the side walls. 

Nothing happened the first week, I picked up the girls and drove Susan and then Belinda home. The first evening Susan sat in front and Belinda in the back, so I only caught occasional glimpses of her through the rear-view mirror, but even so, I thought something about her face was vaguely familiar. For most of the trip the girls were so busy chatting about the evening's work they said virtually nothing to me, until Susan said thank-you when she got out. Then, although Belinda didn't live far from Susan, she said the route was complicated, so she got into the front seat to guide me - and that's when I noticed her hands.

I have always loved Degas' work, mainly because he was such a master at painting the girls' hands, and when I saw Belinda's face in profile I immediately knew where I had seen her before, in this picture of the dancer tying her laces.

On and off during the next couple of days I found myself thinking about her, about her hands I mean, and, so I'd have a chance to have a proper look at the rest of her when I went to pick them up the next evening I got there a little earlier than necessary.

Because she is a little older than most of the other girls Belinda is not only a bit taller but her figure is more developed, and although I try not to, I find it hard to keep my eyes off her. Both she and Susan obviously see me arrive but although after giving me a quick smile Susan's attention returns to what she is doing, I notice that Belinda keeps glancing across to where I'm standing.

Then, during the drive to Susan's place, it's clear she is doing her best to include me in their chatter, from time to time giving me a knowing smile when Susan seems determined to just prattle on. This time it's Susan who is sitting in the back of the car so I have a better chance to see Belinda's hands. They really are extraordinarily beautiful, long, slenderly tapering fingers and skin very much like yours, so white it's almost translucent, allowing the veins running along their backs to show clearly through. But, again just like yours, they are not just beautiful to look at, I discover that when she uses them to highlight what she is saying they are also very expressive.

After I dropped Susan off Belinda made a comment as to how difficult men must find such childish babble, then, although I was concentrating on remembering the complex route, I got the feeling she was watching me, closely.

But she said very little during the rest of the drive and apart from giving me a rather wistful smile when we arrived and she thanked me for the lift, she got out and disappeared indoors.

Again I found myself thinking about her during the intervening days, picturing her as she sat in the car with me, feeling her watching me. And then picturing her hands, imagining what delightful things such beautiful, expressive hands could do for me.

So it's not surprising that the next time I again arrived a little earlier than necessary, and took the opportunity to watch Belinda's lithe but shapely body in action. Then the class came to an end and Susan came over and asked if I would mind waiting a bit longer. She explained that they have been rehearsing for an end of year show for the girls' parents and the instructor wanted a run through with the girls having principal roles, and Belinda is one of those. I said it wasn't a problem and while Susan went off to get her things, I continued to stand watching.

It wasn't a dress rehearsal but even without costumes it was immediately clear from the music and the girls' movements that the piece had an oriental theme, so there was even more arm and hand movement than there would be in a classical work. When Belinda started dancing I became quite mesmerised by her movements and then found myself again imagining what her hands might feel like. So it wasn't long before I realised I was developing a hard-on and by the time they came to the end of the piece I had a full-blown erection. Although I tried to make it less obvious by discretely adjusting its position I wasn't sure that I had been completely successful.

Anyway, the girls finished, collected their things and with Belinda again sitting in front next to me we got on our way. After I dropped Susan off Belinda asked if I liked the piece she was rehearsing. I told her I liked it very much and that I would like to see it in costume.

'It's quite different to what we normally do, you know, classical stuff. It's much more sensual, quite sexy don't you think?' she asked.

I said I agreed and then she said. 'Could I ask a very personal question?'

I had no idea what was coming and told her she could, but I certainly wasn't expecting the question she asked.

'Did you get aroused during the piece? I mean, you know, physically.'

To cover my embarrassment I blustered something about that being a bit too personal, but she said I was being silly and I suppose I thought I really had no choice but to say that I did. At that she gave me a broad grin and said. 'I thought so, I didn't think I was wrong about what was causing the bulge in the front of your trousers, it really was very obvious. Did you get that from just watching me?'

'Yes I did, you're very attractive, and have beautiful hands.' I blurted.

I could tell from the tone in her voice that she was as surprised by my reply as I had been by her initial question. 'Beautiful hands? You were watching my hands?'

'Yes, as well as being beautiful they're very expressive. Their movements were, well, almost hypnotic.' I add.

'And you got an erection from just watching them?'

'Mmm, yes I did.'

'That's amazing!' she gasped. 'I thought you were probably thinking about something else, but you were just thinking about me jerking you off, weren't you?'

The explicitness of her language took me by surprise and I could only nod in reply.

She paused for a moment, obviously considering something, then, as she edged closer, she said in a much softer, lower tone. 'Would you like me to actually do that?'

I was still wrestling with how to answer her when she quite literally took matters into her own hands, leaning across and pushing both of them down between my legs. Although the erection I'd got in the hall had obviously lost some of its rigidity, having her next to me in the car had kept my cock hard, and the moment her hands closed over it I felt fresh blood surging into it. 

She must have felt the movement and pulling my leg to one side with one hand, she pressed the other down more firmly, trying unsuccessfully to curl her fingers around the shaft. 'I'd really like to do it for you, so why don't you just find somewhere quiet to pull over.' she said.

I did as she suggested and that was the first time, in the car. While I was unzipping and pushing down my trousers and pants she got some tissues out of her bag and then without any fuss, very efficiently got me off.'

'That doesn't sound very exciting.' Katherine said.

'No, the first time isn't, I don't go back to it very often. But in my head it sort of, well, sets the scene I suppose. Explains how all the others come about. If you know what I mean.'

'Yes I do. But now tell me about what else happens, and remember, I want all the juicy details please.'

'I'd better explain something about her background first. Belinda doesn't have a father, well at least he doesn't live with them, it's just she and her mother. Naturally her mother has to work and occasionally her job keeps her late, so that creates opportunities for Belinda and I to be together. Sometimes she comes to my place after school, less often I go to hers, and sometimes we go out somewhere. But most of the time we meet at the rehearsal hall. If Belinda wants to do some extra practice she will stay on after everyone else has gone and because she is older the teacher trusts her to lock-up afterwards. On those evenings she rings me and when she asks if I can give her a lift home, I know the coast will be clear for us.

She usually likes to dance for me for a while, telling me to take my clothes off first, so she can watch my reaction to her, see how long it takes me to get an erection. She has previously told me how much she likes to see it growing, getting longer and fatter, then getting harder and slowly jerking upwards. Told me how excited she always gets when she watches it getting bigger, that she likes the feeling she gets from the fact that it's her that's making me react so strongly.

Then after we have been seeing each other for quite some time she adds an extra dimension to what we are doing by leaving her tights off. Of course at first I don't know she has done that, she's wearing a diaphanous skirt, but its long and pretty full and as I'm busy watching her hands and the rest of her body I don't notice that her legs are bare.

At first she's careful to dance in a quite restrained style, but then she does a fast but particularly energetic spin, which make the skirt whirl upwards, and as it does I get a momentary flash of her bare bottom.

My initial reaction is to suppose I have made a mistake, thinking she must be wearing a particularly sheer pair of tights. Of course even that idea is arousing. But when she does a more complicated move, holding the hem of her skirt as she turns while lifting one leg really high, I see the dark brown patch of pubic hair, and get a glimpse of her pussy.

Her eyes are fixed on my cock and she gives a tense smile when she sees the strength of my reaction, then tells me to sit on a nearby chair so I have a better angle to see her from.

Having discarded the skirt she dances for me, her lower half completely naked, flaunting herself proudly, doing everything she can think of that will show her pussy off to me. Just watching her is unbelievably exciting, I can feel my heart pounding, and the blood surging through my veins. And of course my cock is behaving like a wild thing, throbbing and jerking about quite uncontrollably.

She tells me later that it's doubly exciting for her. There's the excitement of seeing my response, seeing my cock getting so massively engorged, reacting so powerfully. But she tells me she also gets a real kick from having me looking at her pussy, finds it exciting to be showing herself off like that.'

'I would too.' Katherine said softly.

'I beg your pardon?' I said, not sure I'd heard her properly.

'I said I would find that exciting too, showing myself off to you like that.'

'Really?'

'Mmm, but let's talk about that later, please carry on with your fantasy, I like it.'

'OK. Let's see. Of course she's not naked every time but whether she is or not, and just like you, she likes to tease me. She not only makes her movements really raunchy but sometimes uses other tricks too. For instance, when she's dressed in her tutu she dances closer, making the edge of the stiffened lace graze the head of my cock each time she pirouettes in front of me, things like that.

But whatever she does she always watches my cock really intently, and although normally I'm not allowed to touch myself, sometimes she'll ask me to, ask me to stroke it, but tells me to do it very, very slowly. And she always makes me wait a long time before she finally touches me with her hands. Then what she does to me depends on how she feels at the time. Sometimes, if she knows she has teased me beyond endurance, she'll do it really quickly, but usually not, she usually prefers to do it slowly, watching the effect she has on me as the pressure inside me grows stronger and stronger.'

'Apart from having her handle you, do you ever do anything else with her?' Katherine asked.

'Sometimes.' I replied.

'What sort of things? Do you have sex with her?'

'Not very often, there have been times when she has really needed me to. I usually either get her off with my hand, or go down on her. What sometimes happens is that when she starts to handle me I tell her how wonderfully soft her fingers are. Then when she replies - 'There are parts of me that are even softer.' - that's when I know she wants me to do it for her.'

'When you do have sex with her, is she a virgin?'

'Not physically, but I am the first man she's had sex with.'

'And where does it happen?'

'The first time?'

'Yes.'

'In the rehearsal hall. She was dressed like that.' I said, pointing to the picture.




Katherine Ch. 01-02



'Ah, of course, tell me about that time please.'

'Although I had no idea what it was I knew from the way she went about getting me aroused that time that she had something different in mind, something planned. She kept me waiting even longer than usual, getting me even more steamed-up. When I felt I just couldn't take any more she told me what she wanted She said. 'I want to know what it feels like, what it feels like to have it inside me, and especially what it feels like when you come.' And what happened next confirmed my suspicion that she had planned the whole thing.'

'How?'

'First I must explain that although the hall was used by all sorts of people, for a variety of activities, on one wall the ballet teacher had got them to install a short length of exercise bar, and so the girls could check their movements, there's a full length mirror behind it. Belinda took my hand and led me down to that end of the hall, then, facing the mirror, she bent forward and put my hand up between her legs. I could feel her, her pussy I mean, there was nothing between it and my fingers, and it was wet, warm and wet.

As I had previously seen the low shimmer from her tights I was confused, confused but thrilled, she told me later that she had carefully cut the crotch out of them, so we wouldn't have to waste time getting her dancing gear off.'

'Smart girl.' Katherine said with a low chuckle. 'She not only knew what she wanted and how to get it, she also didn't want to risk giving you time for any second thoughts.'

'I still had a few of those, but they vanished when she positioned herself. Holding on to the bar with both hands, she spread her legs wide apart then bent herself even lower, and as she lifted her arse she said. 'Do it this way Craig.'

'Was she good, I mean as a virgin performer?'

'Well by then I was so steamed up I don't think it would have mattered whether she was or not, but yes she was. But even though I was as wound up as I was and I was very tempted to simply use her to get myself off as quickly as possible, I didn't. At that stage I only suspected it was her first time, I didn't know for sure, but even so I wanted to make it good for her too.

Her pussy was incredibly tight and if she hadn't been so aroused, so wet, I might have had trouble getting fully inside her, but after a bit of effort I did. Then I held myself there while I reached one arm around her and found her clit, gently rubbing it as I began to move my cock slowly back and forth.

She started squealing with delight almost immediately, then as what my fingers and cock were doing steadily increased her excitement, her cries turned to moaning gasps and she tried to force me deeper by pushing herself back at me. Her first climax came remarkably quickly, and I ignored what was going on inside myself, just continuing what I had been doing until I felt its impact waning. Then, recognising that any more direct stimulation of her clit might start irritating her, I gripped her hips with both hands, and finally started to fuck her.

Her reaction was immediate and amazingly powerful. She started to push herself even more forcefully back on to my cock, crying. 'Yes! Oh yes, that's what I want now! Get it deeper inside me! Do it harder, much harder!'

By then I was more than happy to do what she wanted, and felt her body opening up for me as I began to thrust deeper. Although the passage itself became less constricted her pussy's grip of my cock still remained incredibly tight but I gave her at least one more orgasm before mine hit me and she had another as I began pumping semen into her. Then when we were finally done she told me how wonderful the experience had been. 'Even through everything else that was happening to me I could feel you coming.' she said excitedly. 'I could actually feel your jism squirting into me!'

'You like to know that, do you?' Katherine asked, her voice bringing me back to reality.

'I suppose so, but I'm not sure why.'

'Maybe it confirms your climax is actually as strong as it feels it is to you.'

'Yes maybe that's it. Or maybe it's a way of letting me know the woman got as much out of it as I did.'

'Whatever the reason, I'll remember you like that. And I like your fantasies about Belinda, thank you for sharing some of them with me. But now, how about concentrating on reality for a bit.' she added before turning to kiss me.





Katherine Ch. 02



After she undressed, Denis asked Katherine to kneel on the bed. Kat rested her slim stomach on two pillows – and her 38-D breasts hung down to receive his caresses, if that was what Denis desired.

He cuffed her wrists behind her back once Kat was in a comfortable position. The cuffs for her wrists were improvised. They were of bright orange plastic - made for some industrial use – possibly harnessing electrical cable. Surprisingly they were comfortable and they didn’t require a key to open.

“Now, to make sure you’re not going anyplace for the next hour or so,” he told Katherine in a cheerful tone of voice as he showed her the rest of the bondage gear.

He used the first two ropes for her arms. Each was securely tied at her shoulder and each went to a corner portion of the bed frame. The second set of ropes went around her knees. When they were tight Denis asked her to spread her legs “just a little bit more.” Then he pulled the ropes forward and tied them to the same two corners he had used to anchor her shoulder ropes. The last set of ropes were tied around her ankles, and the ends were tied to the bed frame on the opposite side of the bed. In that position Kat could feel the cool breeze on her naked backside. Her legs were wide apart and her shaved cunt was clearly visible.

For a while Denis was content to caress her breasts, feeling the smoothness of her skin, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Her nipples stiffened nicely. It was a shame – in that position he couldn’t kiss or lick her nipples – but he could squeeze them, first one and then the other, harder and harder. She closed her eyes as she got deeper and deeper into the sensations.

“Let’s see how you’re doing,” he told her. And if her dripping pussy was any indication, Katherine was doing perfectly well. His index finger, inserted up to the knuckle confirmed the truth of his statement. He slowly withdrew and then added a second finger to her wet kitty.

Katherine liked the feel of his fingers, wet with her cunt juice, as he first caressed the entrance to her vagina, and then slightly higher, just below her clitoris.

“Hmmm,” from Katherine.

“Slut,” from Denis.

He used his wet fingers to push back the hood of her clitoris, to touch her gently, to continue to increase her arousal. At one point he changed his position, lying next to her on the bed, so that he could squeeze her nipple as he teased her clit.

“Please, Denis, make me cum?”

“Not yet. First I want to see how anal you really are.”

Katherine had been on the verge of an orgasm for at least five minutes. It was as if Denis had some sixth sense that told him when to back off – when to slow down or to shift his attention to some other part of her anatomy – to keep her from that elusive orgasm.

“Please, Denis, this is torture …”

“Not yet. You told me you like it in the ass and I want to see how anal you really are.”

That had been their e-mail joke from the beginning of their relationship. Talking about her preference for anal stimulation, Katherine had told him it was her belief, ‘If one finger is good, two fingers are better …’

Denis got up from the bed and went to his briefcase.

“I only have a two more items, for the next part of our adventure.”

First Denis showed her a tube of KY jelly. Katherine had expected Denis to bring some sort of lube – and for moderate anal play KY would do the job – followed by a latex examining glove.

“I’ll start with my bare hand,” Denis told her. “I like the feel of your skin. But for deeper probing …” and Denis smiled his famous smile.

“Hmmmmm.” Katherine was starting to imagine the feel of at least two gloved fingers, slick with lube, deep in her rectum.

Denis knelt in back of Katherine on the bed. He began to caress the inside of her left thigh, just above the knee. Slowly he worked his way up her leg, teasing her, feeling the softness of her skin.

“You’re doing this on purpose. You’re very mean.”

“Of course,” from Denis.

G-d, his hand felt so nice. Kat was getting very aroused by the softness of his touch on the inside of her thigh.

“You’re driving me crazy,” from Katherine, followed by, “You’re a very mean bastard!”

Denis stopped for a moment to withdraw his hand from between Katherine’s legs. Quickly he smacked her twice, once on each shapely ass cheek.

Thwak! Thwak!

“Ahh!”

“Hold still. And be quite! Now I have to start all over again.”

And Denis did start all over again, just above her left knee, slowly tracing the path up her left thigh.

Katherine tried not to make a sound, but she was wiggly her sexy ass by the time Denis reached the top of her thigh. He didn’t spend a lot of time playing with her pussy – just enough to coat his fingers with her wet. Then he used his left hand to spread the cheeks of her ass, to expose the pucker of her asshole.

His first touch was very gentle, just his middle finger, pressing gently.

“Hmmm, that’s nice.”

“You like that, my finger back there?”

“G-d, you know I do.”

“And this?”

He went into her about an inch – very gradually – very slowly – giving her time to adjust to the gentle intrusion.

“Please …” from Katherine.

“Please what?”

“Please go deeper …”

Denis quickly withdrew his finger. He wiped off his finger tip, and quickly put on the latex glove, and then opened the cap of the KY tube.

“I will be a little cold at first, but my guess is that you already know that.”

Katherine was not an anal virgin, so the initial cold was not a shock.

Denis squeezed a dab against the pucker of Katherine’s asshole and then started again with his middle finger. He went in easily – first an inch – and then a second inch.

“Nice ass,” he told her.

Then Denis withdrew his finger a little, and began moving his hand in a slow circle, slowly stretching the tight ring of her sphincter. Gradually he worked his finger back into her asshole, gradually opening her as he went all the way in, up to his knuckle.

“You’re good,” Katherine told him, as she wiggled her ass some more..

“Thank you …” as Denis began to slowly finger fuck Katherine in the asshole.

“I really like this …Hmmmm …”

Denis moved forward on the bed and Katherine turned to him to kiss him on the lips. It was a pity - she wanted to caress his cheek as she kissed him, but her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Finally Katherine broke off the kiss.

“Ready for another finger?’

“Yes, sir. Please.”

Denis used more lube, this time from the tube onto his first two fingers. Katherine pushed back as he pressed and both fingers went in easily.

“Hmm.”

Denis let Katherine adjust, and then very slowly filled her rectum with both fingers.

“Ahhhhh.”

“Are two fingers better than one?”

“G-d, you know they are.”

“And this?” as Denis slowly began to finger fucked her tight asshole for the second time.

“Oh-My-G-d!”

“And this?”

Denis reached under Katherine’s belly with his left hand. Her cunt was dripping wet and her clit was very slippery. He continued to finger fuck her asshole as he pushed back the hood of her clit.

“You’re killing me.”

Then “OH-MY-G-D!” even louder than before.

The trembling started in her thighs. Katherine struggled to close her legs, but the ropes around her knees and ankles were too tight. It was much too intense.

“Please, Denis!” as Katherine exploded in the first orgasm. Being held in place made the orgasm more intense. She tried not to whimper, but that was impossible.

“Ahhhhhhhh … G-d …… Jesus.”

As the orgasm subsided, it all flashed back to her - being made to kneel - her head down - her sexy ass up in the air. It was so humiliating to have Denis lubricate her rectum with KY, to feel his fingers deep in her asshole, to feel his fingers moving in and out as he loaded her tight butt with lots of KY.

At first Kat was humiliated, being made to kneel in that position. But she couldn’t help liking the feeling of Denis’s finger deep in her rectum, moving in and out, stretching her, opening her. At the end, he teased her clit with his other hand, and the orgasm was simply incredible.

Now Kat was back in the present moment, kneeling at the edge of the bed again, tied, with her hands cuffed behind her back. And then her Denis’s touch, on the inside of her thigh, the way he began the last time. It was pure heaven, with just a little bit of torment thrown in for surprise effect.

"Please," she started to say.

"Don't say a word, not now, not until this is over."

"Please, Denis," she started to say again, but he slapped her on the ass before she could finish. She wanted to tell him she was too sensitive, that she needed a time out - but she knew he wouldn’t wait.

"Not another word, or I'll put a gag in your mouth." And then he slapped her on the ass again, even harder.

Kat often fantasized about anal sex when she was alone in bed at night. In her fantasy Denis would make her kneel on her bed when he fucked her in the ass. She would lie in bed and imagine Denis’s cock in her not so virgin asshole, being slapped on the ass over and over again as Denis fucked her. She would touch herself and dream, and finally have an orgasm as she imagined Denis shooting his hot cum deep into her rectum.

She wasn't sure how long he stood there, just behind her, looking at her, studying her, as she knelt at the edge of the bed.

Then Denis’s touch again, this time along the groove of her ass. He started at the bottom, just behind her pussy, and slowly traced a long line up to the base of her spine. How could he move his hand so slowly, yet still retain contact with her body? Then Denis made the slow trip south, along the same path. By the time his fingers reached the end of their journey, her pussy was wetter than before. She hoped he would enter her, play with her, tease her clitoris. No such luck. 

There was a pause for a moment, then more silence, and then his touch again, just two fingers, spreading the cheeks of her ass for the second time. She knew immediately that she would blush, then instantly felt her face get red, as he spread the cheeks of her ass, exposing her anus, preparing her for his penis. Then the familiar cold as Denis squeezed more KY from the tube directly on the pucker of her asshole.

“Do I need to open you up some more?”

He had finger fucked her in the ass, two fingers worth, for at least five minutes, before her orgasm, so Kat was already pretty open. But her sphincter was tight, tight enough to squeeze him, to grip him, to give him pleasure when he finally put his cock up her ass. But for now he was only playing with her again, teasing her, arousing her, getting her ready.

Denis withdrew his finger, applied more lube, and he was back inside of her. There was more urgency now in his touch, more pressure with his finger tips, as he went into her again to the knuckle.

Then the familiar circling motion, opening her, preparing her. Kat tried to let herself relax, told herself it couldn't hurt, that Denis would never really hurt her. And then another voice told her that she really did want just a little bit of pain, that she really did want to be stretched, that she wanted to feel her Denis’s fullness when he fucked her in the ass for the first time.

"You can never use enough lube," Kat had read a Cosmopolitan magazines years ago, in an article about pleasing your man by giving him anal sex. Kat wasn’t sure men read Cosmopolitan; they never seemed to really know how to get a girl ready. But Denis did know how to get a girl ready to have her asshole reamed. She waited patiently as he took his finger out, held the cheeks of her butt open, and applied more ice cold lube directly to her asshole.

There was another moment of silence, and then Kat felt the head of his penis against the cheeks of her ass. He applied some more lube, Kat was glad of that. Then she felt his thumbs, opening her, exposing her. Then his penis, she was sure he was guiding it with one hand, as he pressed against her sphincter.

"Just relax and exhale, and push back. You’ve done this before." She had done this before and it worked like magic. He was inside of her, just barely. She gasped as she felt herself grip the crown of his penis.

Denis gave her a moment to catch her breath, and slowly, steadily, he began to fill her with his thick erect penis. By the time he hit bottom, there was a certain fullness she could not quite describe. And then the pain which really wasn’t pain, at least not to her.

Then he began the in and out. At first the strokes were slow, deep, and steady. G-d, she loved getting fucked in the ass.

For a while Denis was able to keep the strokes deep and slow, but as he began to build to his climax, he fucked her harder, more rapidly. He gripped the cuffs on her wrists with his left hand, holding her in place. At the same time he started slapping her bottom with his right hand, matching the tempo of his strokes, all the while driving his cock deeper and deeper into her ass.

The last minute was like a blur. Denis fucked her harder and harder, and Kat’s clit was rock hard and almost on fire, as his penis went deeper and deeper. She wanted to touch herself, to rub her clit, to help herself cum, but the cuffs on her wrists prevented her. Every nerve in her body was on edge. The lining of her rectum had never been so sensitive. Just before the explosion, Kat was sure she could feel the veins on his penis as Denis reamed her insides. Then she heard him whimper.

All Denis said was "Oh, my G-d."

There were the short, stabbing, very rapid strokes, followed by the gush of hot cum deep in her rectum, and the Kat felt her own explosion.

They both fell forward on the bed. Every nerve in Kat's body was on edge. She could feel his chest against her back, his belly against her ass, his legs against her legs. Finally he kissed her tenderly on the shoulder, covered her body with his own.

"I hope you enjoyed that," was all he said when it was over. There wasn't anything else that really needed to be said.



Katherine Ch. 02



Ch. 02: Katherine Remains Bound

This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order 

"Will you untie me now?" Katherine asked as I gently stroked her bare breasts.

"No, not yet." I replied as I continued to play with her pert nipple. "I enjoy having you available like this." I teased as I leaned over and kissed the tip of her clit.

"Please. I can't take anymore right now. My body is exhausted." she said. "I've never felt like this before - so spent, so..."

"Satisfied?" I suggested.

Katherine blushed as she nodded, almost unable to admit how much she'd enjoyed being at the mercy of my ability to manipulate her body. 

Reaching over her head, I untied her wrists from the headboard and helped her to sit up. She held out her hands but I was not ready to untie her wrists. 

"Go in there and clean yourself up. You'll feel a lot better." I suggested as I nodded in the direction of the bathroom. 

"Untie me." she insisted again holding out her hands.

"Not yet." I repeated as I helped her off the bed and gave her a gentle swat on her sculptured ass.

Katherine disappeared into the bathroom as I thought about what to do with her next. 

When she returned, she looked much better. Her hair was brushed, her body washed and her face smiling. As she approached the bed, she sank to her knees and began to stroke my spent cock. Her long fingernails teased my shaft and balls as she lowered her face to my crotch. I felt her warm, wet tongue caress the tip of my cock and then I felt her tongue lick down the side of my shaft to my balls. I watched as she licked my cock and gently sucked on the sides of my shaft. When her tongue finally made its way to the crown of my ramrod, she licked around the entire tip and then parting her lips, enveloped my shaft.

I lay back on the bed as her hands and mouth pleasured my cock. Her lips and tongue were quite talented and I could feel my tool begin to harden. I watched as Katherine's head moved up and down along the length of my growing shaft, her long, thick hair tickling my thighs and stomach. Her tongue traced along the side of my cock and then she sucked my balls into her mouth. The suction was tremendous and her tongue licked and pressed my balls. As I raised my hips, her tongue flicked across my asshole. If she was grateful for what I'd done for her, she sure knew how to express it. I relaxed as my captive lover licked and sucked on my cock until she was just too exhausted. I let her rest with her head buried in my crotch.

It was getting to be late afternoon and I decided on my next move. I lifted Katherine to her feet and had her lie face down on the bed with her bound wrists stretched over her head. She had a beautiful ass and I just gazed at it for a moment and thought about how nice it was going to be when I filled it with my cock. 

Taking her ankle I pulled it to the edge of the mattress and after placing a soft, leather band around it, secured the attached ring to the railing of the footboard. 

"No more!" Katherine protested. "Let me up. I don't want to be tied up again."

"You'll do what you're told." I said softly as I pulled her other ankle to the other side of the bed and secured it the same way to the footboard. Katherine tried to roll herself over but with her legs spread so wide apart and her arms over her head she was not having much luck, though it was enjoyable to watch her predicament.

I slid my hand over the back of her open thigh and gently caressed her open pussy. "You know I really like the idea of having you so available for my pleasure - and your own." I teased as I slid my finger into her wet pussy. I leaned over and placed a warm, wet kiss on her smooth asscheek.

"No. Please don't start again." she pleaded in a soft voice. "Not now, I'm too exhausted to enjoy it.

Just then I got an idea. "OK. I'll wait." I said as I pulled my fingers out of her body. "I want you to get up." I instructed.

"How?" she asked sarcastically. I released the her wrists from the headboard but kept them bound together. 

"Ass first." I replied as I gave her a playful swat on her smooth asscheek. With her legs still tied wide apart it took some doing but eventually Katherine slithered her body back far enough to raise that beautiful ass up. She pulled her elbows under her chest and rested on her knees and elbows.

"You look absolutely beautiful." I complimented her, "and I thoroughly enjoyed making love with you." Katherine smiled as my fingers traced up the soft skin of her inner thigh. I pressed my thumb into the crack of her ass as my fingers slid into her pussy.

"I thought you said you were going to wait." she scolded as her body quivered.

"I lied." I teased as my thumb began to tease her tight sphincter. "Your body is so inspiring."

"Oh. Don't do that!" she pleaded. "It's too much." Her spread thighs were shaking as her chest collapsed onto the mattress.

"Stop!" she cried out as her body lunged forward flat onto the mattress and away from my invading fingers. 

I laughed loudly. "You really have a problem when you can't control your body. You love it but you hate it." I taunted her. Katherine once again knew I was right. She always wanted to be in control of any situation - especially with men - but never before had she been so excited and devastated by a sexual encounter. 

"OK, slide back here." I said. Katherine made no effort to move. "I won't tease you again now, but if you don't obey me now, I will punish you." I said adding a new aspect to her situation. I watched as Katherine's leg muscles contracted and her body slid back toward the footboard and once again her beautiful, young ass was raised up in the air. 

"All the way up." I instructed and Katherine lifted her body to a kneeling position with her knees spread wide and her bound wrists crossed in front of her sweet love box. 

Standing behind the bed, I wrapped my arms around her body and lifted her to sit on the top rail of the brass footboard. My hands slid up to her firm titflesh and I began to fondle her firm breasts and nibble on her slender neck as she adjusted to a comfortable sitting position. The metal was cold against her warm thighs.

"Hold onto the rods." I said and Katherine pulled her arms in close and held the vertical rods of the footboard. She was able to balance herself. She then realized just how exposed she was. 

I left the room and returned with a full length mirror which I positioned on the pillows at the head of the bed. As Katherine looked into it she could see her thighs spread wide and her dark love nest glistening with excitement. Her nipples were still quite hard and she was very self-conscious. 

"I'm going out for awhile to do some errands. I have some things I want to get - some of them presents for you." I said. 

"Don't just leave me here like this. You can't - you wouldn't!" she protested. 

"Not only am I going to leave you - but since you didn't want me to enjoy your body a few minutes ago, I plan to enjoy it fully when I return. You see, you are so completely open and available to me. The first part of me that you will feel is my cock entering your sweet pussy." Katherine's mind was racing. She again looked at herself in the mirror and saw just how open and available she was. She was thankful that she was at least sitting on the railing. 

"Don't do this." she pleaded. "I'll scream if you leave me." she threatened. 

"No you won't. Because then you'll never be invited here again and I'll never make love with you like I did today." I threatened. Katherine was beaten and she fell silent. I came around behind her again and ran my fingers around her waist and then up to her dangling breasts. They felt firm and tender and I pinched her taut nipples playfully. Katherine again looked in the mirror and saw my cock standing rigid, pointing directly at the entrance to her open pussy.

"Oh, one last thing I forgot." I teased as I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her body back until her calves touched the footboard and her knees bent, sending her ass descending down onto the top of my cock as it stood out straight. Katherine gasped loudly as her engorged pussy lips grazed the top of my shaft and my hands slid up to her panting titflesh and I began to knead her breasts. Looking in the mirror, we both saw how easy it would be for me to fuck her when I returned. Her mind was racing. 

"See you later." I teased as I planted a warm wet kiss on the back of her neck as my fingers gently pinched her taut nipples and my cock slid across her moist pussy lips. Katherine's body shivered. I picked up my clothes and left the room. 

Katherine was all alone with her thoughts, fantasies and a perfect view of her spread open body. She looked at the mirror and was aroused by her helplessness. Then she thought of my reappearance and the initial thrust of my cock deep into her quivering pussy or perhaps even her tight ass. She'd never climaxed so many times or been so sexually drained - and now it was going to start all over again. Her body seemed to hold no secrets from him she thought. He had had her cumming at will. Already her insides were juicing. How long before he'd return?

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Katherine Ch. 02



Shelly climbed off of John now shrinking penis, hopped off the bed, grabbed a towel, and walked out of the room. As she walked to the kitchen naked, she passed through the living room without even a second look at Katherine who was now sitting on the couch patiently waiting on Shelly. Shelly reached into the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water and turned back into the living room. As she turned, Shelly jumped and said, "Oh, Katherine, I didn't know you were here. We must not have heard you come in." 

"That's okay honey I haven't been here long," Katherine replied while she really thought, Yeah, right! You knew I was here all along you little tease. "Where do you want to eat sweetie?" She asked.

"I don't know. You pick. Anything you want." Shelly responded knowing her mother wanted something, just not food. Shelly could see how flushed Katherine was. Katherine couldn't take her eyes off of her daughter-in-law's naked form, especially her shaved pussy lips. As her eyes stared at Shelly's swollen well fucked pussy she could swear she saw Johnny's cum oozing out.

"We will decide on the way. Now, go get dressed, I'm starved."

Before she turned to leave Shelly made a show of wiping the oozing cum off of the inside her thighs and all the way up to her pubic mound, causing a moan to escape her lips.

As Shelly went back to the bedroom to get dressed John emerged dressed and ready for his day of golfing.

"Hi, Mom. How are you?"

"I'm good Johnny. How are you?"

"I'm fine." John said. The mother and son chatted for about five minutes talking about trivial things. "I better get going. You two have fun today." John said as Shelly entered the room.

John leaned down to kiss his mom on the cheek, but Katherine couldn't help herself as she turned her head at the last moment and kiss her son softly on the lips. Shelly smiled and thought, Wow, I can't believe she kissed him on the lips. That was hot but I bet this is hotter.

Shelly walked over to John, turned her surprised looking husband away from his mother's mischievous smile, and leaned in for a passionate kiss. As her tongue softly played with John's, Shelly's hand dropped to John's crotch and started to lightly stroke his cock through is khaki golfing shorts. After a few seconds, the combination of passionate kissing and cock teasing in front of his mother John's dick started hardening. John shied away from the kiss, but it was too late. His rigid manhood was clearly visible for both his wife and his mother to see. Shelly had to stifle a giggle as she watched John try to rush out the door.

****

Sitting at the open air café, Shelly and Katherine chatted about the wedding. Generally just gossiping over who had a good time and who might have had too much to drink at the open bar. Shelly commented on Richard, John's father being a little worse for the wear that night.

"Oh, you know Richard. He was just relaxing and having a good time." Katherine said, even though Richard's relaxing had ended in a night of her having to take him home stumbling. He had passed out that night in his tux and she had to undress him while he snored.

"Relaxing, huh? Did that lead to some mutual relaxation when you to got home?" Shelly asked matter of factly.

By this time Katherine realized she wasn't shocked by the way Shelly was talking to her. It was like they were old friends, not mother and daughter.

"No," she answered. "He passed out and I had to take his clothes off while he slept on the bed."

"I'm sorry. I would have thought you guys would have had a fun time that night. You certainly looked sexy enough that any man there would have enjoyed taking you home."

"Shelly you're such a liar. An old woman like me doesn't turn anybody on anymore. Oh what am I saying you're young. Just wait until you and John get older. The passion goes away."

"Whatever! I won't let the passion go away."

Almost laughing Katherine said, "And how do you plan on doing that?"

"It's all about going one step further. It's a game John and I play. I'll show you how to play and maybe even prove you are sexier than you think you are. What do you say? Wanna play?" Shelly asked.

"I don't know." Katherine wasn't sure. She knew Shelly was wild, and she didn't know if she should be doing this. Her curiosity about the games her son and his new wife played were getting to her though. "How do you play?"

"It's simple, I will do something and you do the same thing but only better."

"Uh, okay." Katherine responded with just enough hesitation that she didn't give away just how sexy she thought the game sounded.

"Great," Shelly said enthusiastically, "I will go first." With that Shelly turned sideways in her chair to get the waiters attention. As she turned the flimsy material of the white skirt she was wearing road up past the halfway point of her thighs.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just getting a refill on my water," Shelly said wickedly, "and giving our waiter a little tip while I'm at it." Saying this Shelly spread her legs just enough to give the approaching waiter a glimpse of her panty covered crotch. Both women stifled giggles as the waiter a handsome dark haired man in his late twenties, nearly tripped. Shelly turned back to her the table keeping her legs spread just wide enough for Katherine to get a peak at her cream colored lace panties. After the waiter refilled the women's water and left, Shelly said, "Your turn now."

"What should I do?"

"The waiter is stilling watching us from over by the bar. You have to give him a show, but it has to be better than mine. If not I win."

"Okay," Katherine said nervously as she scooted her chair into position for to give a good view. She slowly spread her tanned thighs, but didn't stop until her legs were nearly all the way open. The waiters eyes bulged as did a few of the other patrons who were luckily seated within view of Katherine's exposed crotch. As she noticed the stares Katherine quickly turned back to the table. Yet she couldn't help but notice the sudden heat contained filling her chest and the wetness forming in her pussy.

"Good job, now it is my turn," Shelly said as she got up from the table. She quickly walked by the bar to the bathroom leaving Katherine to ponder what she was going to do next. After less than a minute Shelly emerged from the bathroom, walked to the bar, and talked to the waiter. What is she saying to him? Katherine wondered.

As Shelly came back to the table and sat down, Katherine got ready to ask what she had done when she noticed Shelly's legs spread wide. This time though her panties were missing. She had taken her panties off in the bathroom to one up her mother. 

"Really honey? Taking your panties off? That's not really one upping me."

"No." Shelly said. "That is just the beginning." At that point the waiter returned to the table carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. As he poured Katherine a glass he kept his eyes locked on her breast. When he turned to pour Shelly's glass he dropped the bottle to the table only to recover it quickly before too much spilled. While he cleaned up the mess and returned to pouring the wine he stared intently at Shelly's open legs, clearly eyeing her shaved pussy. It seemed to take forever for him to pour the wine with his trembling hands.

The smell of Shelly's sex filled the air as the waiter finally finished and made a hasty retreat. "What would John say if he knew you were showing yourself like that in public? And to another man of all things."

"Are you kidding? He would love it. Besides which it is all part of the game. As a matter of fact, the only thing he would probably be mad about is if I embarrassed you so much that you decided to quit playing." "Honey, I didn't say I was quitting. I just don't want you and John to have any problems."

"We won't, you could say we are two of a kind. Both kinky as hell."

"Well that settles it. It's my turn then." Katherine picked up her glass of wine and downed the remaining half of it while she signaled the waiter for another glass. As the waiter returned, bottle in hand, Katherine made a show of knocking her silverware from the table. When the waiter bent to pick it up Katherine turned in her chair so that the man was blocking the view of the other patrons and quickly reached up her skirt, yanking her panties down her legs and off. The waiter fumbled with the silverware as he watched her slip her panties over feet and spread her legs. He was just inches away from her dripping pussy. When she sat up straighter with her panties in hand she raised them in a way that the moist crotch brushed the man's lips. His nosed filled with the scent of Katherine's juices and nearly knocked him on his ass. Katherine then dropped the panties squarely on the table as if they were one of the restaurant's napkins.

"I think that means, I win," Katherine said to Shelly.

"Not yet," Shelly replied as she scooped up her mothers underwear. "Let's pay our check, so I can show you what it takes to win the game."

****

After paying the bill the two horny women climbed back into Katherine's car without saying a word. As Katherine drove Shelly back to her house she tried to pressure her into admitting that Katherine was the winner. Shelly just kept smiling, and telling her the game wasn't quite over. Katherine began to get nervous as they pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. 

When they went into the house, Shelly poured them each another glass of wine and soon undressed in the middle of the living room. She told Katherine to sit on the couch as she opened her purse and pulled out her mothers underwear. Without a word she raised the damp crotch of Katherine's panties to her face and began inhale their aroma while she licked the wet spot. Slowly she crept her other hand to dripping pussy. Standing with her legs slightly apart she fingered herself vigorously. Just as she was about to explode she move the fabric from her face to her pussy and rubbed it between her lips, right on her clit. Soon her body shook with orgasm as her juices covered her mother-in-laws underwear.

Katherine watched the scene unfold in front of her. Having never been attracted to another woman, she was surprised at how bad she wanted to be touched right now.

"Your turn mommy."

That comment shocked Katherine out of her daze. "I don't think I can top that, honey. You are just so sexy."

"Here," Shelly said as she gave Katherine the panties she had been wearing. "At least try it, with my panties. I bet you will like it. Maybe as much as you liked watching John and I fuck earlier today."

"What."

"I know you saw us. I even watched you out of the corner of my eye. When you were fingering that sexy pussy of yours, were you thinking about me, or were you thinking about your little Johnny. Either way now's your chance to win the game."

Almost in a trance Katherine trade places with Shelly and began to undress. After she slipped off her sun dress, she stood naked in front of her daughter sniffing her panties. At first she just smelled Shelly's sex on them then as she began to lick the massive wet spot that had collected on them throughout the day; she noticed the taste of cum. Not Shelly's cum either. A man's cum. This had to be John's. She must have still been dripping when she put them on. The thought made Katherine more starved for some sort of satisfaction than ever. She went for broke moving the mixed cum covered panties to her pussy and pushing them between her swollen red lips. She fingered herself with two fingers, wearing panties like a glove. Soon the thought of John and Shelly's cum touching her pussy was too much and she came harder than she had in years.

"Fuuuckkkk!" Katherine exclaimed.

Before she knew it Shelly's hands were on her hips, forcing her shaky legs to swivel around and drop her onto the couch. Katherine hadn't even recovered before Shelly buried her head between Katherine's legs and began to expertly lick her sopping pussy. As Shelly's tongue alternated between penetrating Katherine's pussy and licking her clit, Shelly reached up and rubbed her breasts. Soon Katherine was cumming again. With her mother grinding her pussy down on Shelly's face, Shelly began to pinch Katherine's nipples.

"That's it baby, pinch mommy's nipples. Make mommy cuuummm!"

As Katherine's orgasm subsided, Shelly stood up and cooed, "Did mommy like that? I think mommy is so sexy, but now it's mommy's turn to make me cum."

"That was so wonderful, baby. I can't tell you how sexy you make me feel. I love that you call me mommy. And you are right it is time for mommy to make her new daughter cum. Lay down baby."

As Shelly lay on the floor with her legs spread apart her mother leaned down to give each nipple a quick suck before moving further down. Katherine started by sliding one then two fingers into Shelly's waiting pussy. Soon she leaned forward to taste her first pussy. The intoxicating taste instantly made her want more. Katherine licked her pussy like it was an ice cream cone, starting at the bottom and licking all the way to the top. She continued fingering her pussy as she licked it. Soon Shelly's hips began to gyrate.

"Oh God mommy. That feels so good. Eat me, eat me mommy. I'm going to cum real soon."

Katherine tilted her head up, stopping just long enough to ask, "Do you like mommy licking your pussy, Shelly?"

"Yes," Shelly hissed. "It feels so good mommy. Keep licking me. Your fingers feel so good."

As Shelly got closer to cumming Katherine maneuvered her hand not occupied with fingering pussy to Shelly's as. It only took a little excess saliva and pussy juice to lubricate it. She then slowly started to finger Shelly's ass.

"Holy Shit!" Shelly screamed between clenched teeth as she came, squirting her juices into Katherine's mouth.

As they both caught their breath, they lay there on the floor in each others arms giving tender kisses the phone rang. Not to be interrupted they let the machine pick it up.

"Hi hun, it's me John. I just wanted to call and see if you needed me to pick up anything on the way home. I guess I missed you."

TO BE CONTINUED...



Katherine Ch. 03



This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order.

Chapter 3: Katherine thrives on being helpless

It was over an hour before I returned and Katherine had gotten used to her position, though it was not particularly comfortable. With the time, her thigh muscles had stretched and relaxed some and she leaned forward bracing the brass railing under her swelling tits. 

I entered the house and began putting away various items I'd bought. Those that were for Katherine I wrapped as presents. Katherine's mind was reeling - waiting for me to enter the bedroom and her body. She couldn't figure out what was taking me so long. 


She was about to call out to me when she realized that it was she who was captive and there to serve my pleasure and not the other way around. She thought it better to remain silent. Instead she began to fantasize again about our coming session and what it would feel like to be taken at someone's leisure without benefit of any foreplay. She'd never been in that position. Even her masturbating with a vibrator had involved some caressing before inserting the plastic prick and she'd never had a man take her quickly - she'd not have allowed it.

Suddenly I appeared in the doorway and Katherine was startled from her thoughts. In the mirror she could see that I was naked and my shaft was fully at attention. She bit her lip as I approached her. Looking again in the mirror, she realized just how vulnerable and how accessible her sweet love hole was. 

As I neared her body I placed my hands on the brass rail on either side of her slender waist and just in from where her knees were bent over the railing. I made sure not to touch her skin in any way. As she stared into the mirror, her eyes were riveted on my cock as it stood straight up, pointing directly towards the entrance to her tight and very open pussy.

I bent my knees and eased under her spread thighs and then slowly stood up straight, easing my ramrod between her swollen pussy lips and up into her tight pussy. Katherine gasped loudly at the full penetration of her womanflesh as I flexed my cock, balls deep in her quivering pussy.

Her body was excited and her love muscles clasped at my cock. I brought my hands up to her hanging tits and began to stroke in and out of her hot, little love hole. She may not have been as wet as before but she was still wet enough to slide comfortably up and down my shaft. 

As I began to pound into her soft body, Katherine gasped with each thrust as she tried to lift her body and drop onto my impaling cock with each stroke. I stopped thrusting and slid my hands down between Katherine's open thighs and started to tease her clit. She continued to raise and lower her loins onto my cock but with some difficulty. My hands came down to her hips and I began to pump her bound body up and down on my impaling cock. She felt wonderful and I could hear her moans and gasps as I fucked her open pussy. Then abruptly I withdrew from her sweet tightness.

"NO!" she gasped as she felt the void between her legs. 

Taking a large bolster from the sofa, I lay it across the bed in front of her. Katherine saw it and understood what I had in mind. I helped her lift her body back up onto the rail of the footboard and then back to a kneeling position on the mattress. With her legs still tied to the outer edges of the bed, she fell forward over the bolster. Her arms reached out in front of her as her body landed, so that the bolster lay under her hips and her beautiful, smooth ass was raised seductively - her thighs spread wide apart for me. 

I climbed between her outstretched thighs and slid my cock back into her tight pussy. She was considerably wetter than she had been when I first entered her body several minutes ago. Katherine bit her lip as I slid in to the hilt.

"Now let's fuck!" I said as I began to thrust deep into her body. Katherine's legs shook with lust as I pounded into her most intimate flesh. I decided not to cum in her sweet pussy this time. I had another place in mind.

Pumping hard, I leaned forward kissing the nape of her neck, sending a chill through her entire body. I even felt it as her love muscles clenched around my invading shaft. She flooded my cock with hot cum. I pushed back until I was upright on my knees and holding her hips continued to thrust deep into her tight pussy. Katherine pressed her hips back to meet every thrust.

"You refused me before - you will never do that again." I said as I stood motionless in her lovely pussy. "You will now be punished for resisting me." 

Katherine felt my palm slap hard against her asscheek. The pain was not great but it did cause her to contract her muscles and give my cock pleasure. She did not scream or cry out. Again I slapped her ass and another red area appeared. Each slap caused her ass to redden a bit more and also caused her inner muscles to squeeze hard around my shaft. I only stopped when I thought her love muscles were going to make me cum. Her ass was red and tender. 

Gently I raked my fingernails across her tender asscheeks and she realized just how sensitive to touch they had become. Pulling out of her body I leaned forward and kissed her asscheek. Katherine's body shook. Her ass was so tender, that as I continued to lick and kiss her ass, her body spasmed uncontrollably. 

Finally my tongue reached into her asscrack and probed her tight asshole. As I licked around her pink sphincter, her body began to buck. I pointed my tongue and pressed it into her tight hole. Katherine was out of control as her body bucked sharply. As I had done earlier, I wrapped my arms over her thighs and dove back into her sweet, young ass. I needed to loosen her up a bit before I could give her ass the thorough fucking it deserved. After several minutes of oral caresses and my fingers teasing and prodding her tight sphincter, I decided she was ready. I buried my thumb all the way into her open asshole as I gazed down at my prize. 

I raised myself up and lay my ramrod into the crack of the young beauty's ass. She was shaking. I slid back and then eased my tool into her seething quim. She had never had both of her holes filled at the same time and her powerful muscles clamped tightly around both invaders as I took several deep strokes into her gushing quim, coating my shaft with her sweet flow. Pulling both my cock and thumb out of her loins, with an audible pop, I aimed the tip of my cock at her barely open asshole. Her body bucked when she felt the head wedge between her taut cheeks. Placing my palms on either side of her waist, I raised my body and arched over her beautifully raised ass. Katherine could feel the change of position and the added pressure against her sculptured ass. I could see her fingers grasp at the sheets as she clenched her fists. 

I bounced slightly on the bed and the pressure increased against her puckered asshole. I lowered my body and felt the tip of my ramrod gently press into Katherine's tight asshole. I could see her bite her lip as she lifted her head, turning it from one side to the other. I eased back a bit and she relaxed. She realized that her punishment had been the slaps and that this assfucking was for our mutual enjoyment. When she realized I wasn't going to savage her tender ass, she relaxed even more. 

Again I eased forward, feeling her tight muscles relaxing slightly. Katherine's asshole was stretched enough to accommodate my cockhead as she tried to relax. Slowly I eased forward and a bit more of my shaft entered her magnificent ass. I waited for her muscles to stretch a bit more before proceeding. 

"OK." she whispered and very gently I eased my body down as my shaft slowly filled her magnificent, young ass. She was unbelievably tight. Tighter than I could have imagined. I slid in until my hips rested on her still tender asscheeks. I kissed the nape of her neck again as her long hair cascaded off of her shoulders onto the mattress and ran my hands under her body to caress her aroused and tender nipples. Each nibble on her neck produced a shiver in her body that I could feel deep in her ass. 

Finally, I felt her love muscles clasp at my cock and I knew she was ready to fuck. Slowly I ground my hips against her raised ass and then began to slowly thrust in and out of her tight asshole. I could feel her push back with her hips to meet my thrusts. It was going to take awhile for me to cum - she was just too tight to ravage her ass without it being painful for both of us. 

As I thrust into her bowels, I could feel her body go rigid from time to time as orgasms overtook her. I increased the rhythm of my thrusts and shifted the angle slightly. Katherine began to moan loudly as her ass squeezed at my invading shaft. I felt my cum building and I began to really ravage her sweet ass. Katherine was squealing with pleasure as she put everything she had into this fucking. Feeling my cum about to explode, I grasped her hips and thrust deep into her bowels, spewing hot cum deep into her quivering ass as she clenched her fists into the sheets and with a howl, cut loose with her most powerful orgasm of the day, if not her entire life. 

I wrapped my arms around her panting body and kissed her neck as I fondled her breasts. After several minutes, I pulled back to a kneeling position against the footboard pulling Katherine with me. She sat across my thighs as I reached over and unhooked her ankle bindings. Then reaching around her body, I released the sash holding her wrists. One hand slid up to her panting breast and caressed her very hard nipple as the other slid down between her open thighs and caressed her dripping pussy. In a moment, my hands joined hers, one on her breast and the other between her thighs. Katherine moved her hand lower as I caressed her oozing quim and she began to massage my balls. 

Katherine reached forward and pushed the bolster off the bed and onto the floor. She then lifted her body off my cock and leaning forward turned her body and fell onto the bed. I helped her untwist her long legs and then lowered my body into her sweet saddle, kissing her deeply as her arms wrapped around me. 

The passion of her kisses were most powerful as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth and sucked my tongue back into hers. Holding her tightly, I rolled us over, laying her head on my chest as I stroked the back of her neck, her arms and ran my fingers through that thick hair. We drifted off to sleep. 

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Katherine Ch. 03-04



Chapter 3 

Hands and Knees

Although I hadn't been conscious of it, simply recalling and recounting my fantasies to Katherine had obviously started having their usual effect, and as we kissed I felt my already thickened cock steadily lengthening and stiffening. But I was in no rush so even as I felt Katherine's hand snaking down between my legs I rolled her over, then lifted her up on to her hands and knees.

I knelt behind her for a minute, leaving her in suspense as to what I was actually going to do next. Her arse was as beautiful as the rest of her body, full, yet firm globes of completely unblemished, creamy white flesh. The crack between them was invitingly deep, and I somehow knew that one day she would let me take her by that route. But that could wait for another time, right then I had other things in mind.

Having shifted her legs a little further apart I turned over on to my back then pushed my head up between her thighs. Her pussy was still puffily swollen from our previous love-making, with traces of the mix of my semen and her lubricating juices still moistening the folds. Reaching one hand up to fondle her breasts and using the other to pull her a little lower, as I stroked and squeezed her buttocks I pressed my mouth against her pussy-lips and began to lick her.

She gave a long, soulful sigh of pleasure when she felt my lips make contact, then began to slowly sway her hips from side to side, allowing my tongue to reach different areas of sensitivity. As it always did, the mere scent of her sexual arousal sent my excitement soaring, and knowing that in that position she could do nothing but let me do whatever I wanted to sent it even higher. So I lay there, my hands caressing wherever I could comfortably reach, kissing, licking and sucking her by then writhing body through one fairly strong climax, then some time later, to a much more powerful, rolling multiple orgasm. 

By then, although what I had been doing had given me an almost painfully throbbing erection, I half expected her to be too drained of energy to reciprocate for a while, but I was wrong. Giving herself no more than a minute or so to catch her breath, she told me to get up into the same position as I had put her in.

'Let's see if this is as good for you as what you have just done was for me.' she said as she knelt beside me, then bent low and reached beneath me. 'Ah yes, it certainly looks and feels as though it's in need of further attention.' she said as one hand closed around the straining shaft and I felt the other pushing forward between my legs to take the weight of my dangling balls. 'So let's see what I can do for it.' she added as one hand began to slide back and forth while the other tugged and squeezed.

The mere touch of her fingers set blood coursing through my veins, but as her actions became more purposeful it felt as though it was all heading in one direction, down to my groin and into my cock. And what I was feeling couldn't have just been my wishful imaginings because after only a minute or two Katherine hissed. 'Yeesss! Yes that's much better, getting even bigger, bigger and harder!'

And as it did the snowball effect kicked in, the more swollen it got, the more sensitive it became to what she was doing, and the sensations I was getting became even stronger. And of course Katherine was well aware of what was happening to me and knew exactly how to maximise the intensity of those sensations.

Her fingers' purposeful stroking up and down the shaft became much lighter, much of the time their tips just skimming and fluttering over and around the tautly bloated head. And while one hand was doing that the other was adding its contribution, making the rapidly accumulating contents of my tightening balls seethe and churn as it gently but firmly fondled and squeezed. But as well as changing what she was actually doing to me she also varied the timing of her actions, sometimes doing things quite quickly, and then doing them almost unbearably slowly.

The constantly changing stimulation sent the pressure inside me sky-rocketing, creating powerfully upwelling rushes of almost tortured delight, and I heard myself gasping and grunting each time Katherine's talented hands sent more and more of them surging through my jerking body. I was torn, torn between wanting the agonising torment to end, yet at the same time wanting the blissful ecstasy to go on and on.

'Now that's what I call a cock!' Katherine exclaimed excitedly in a husky voice at some stage. 'I've never seen one that's as responsive as yours is Craig. Nor one that gets quite this big, I'm looking forward to getting some really great pictures.' she added as her fingers slid slowly up and down the full length of the shaft.

She kept me at that feverish level for what at the time felt like an eternity. Giving me just enough stimulation to keep those incredibly powerful rushes surging through my body, but making sure I didn't climax too soon. Then finally, through the misty haze of over-prolonged rapture I heard her say. 'I think you're just about ready now. Are you ready, have you had enough now Craig?'

'Oh God yes!' I gasped, then gave a much louder, deep-throated grunt as I felt both her hands tighten.

'Right, now let's see just how much you have got for me.' she said as one hand began rhythmically squeezing my balls, and the other started pumping strongly.

By then the pressure inside me was so great that it took no more than half a dozen pumps before it reached criticality. Then it felt as though every muscle in my body suddenly contracted, arching my head, shoulders and back as tight as a bow-string, and at the same instant, somewhere deep inside me a dam simply disintegrated.

Of course in that position I couldn't see what was happening but the suddenness of the release of all that pent-up power must have fired the bulk of the already churning semen off in one single jet. 'Shhiiitt!' Katherine gasped in a tone of awed amazement when it erupted, pausing for a moment before pumping and squeezing even more vigorously. The sheer force of that first massive blast stripped me of all control of my body's reactions, but I felt it bucking and heaving, and my cock spurting powerfully, again and again, as several more enormous convulsions ripped through me.

So much power had been expended in those few seconds that I felt drained of every ounce of energy and as the spasms that had been gripping my muscles lessened in strength, I simply collapsed down on to the bed.

'That was magnificent Craig. I hope it felt as good as it looked.' she whispered, pulling her arm out from underneath me and snuggling close.

'I assure you it was much, much better.' I somehow managed to reply in a rather croaky voice.

'Good. Have a bit of a nap now, we'll clean you up later.' she replied in a low, caring voice, then giving me a quick kiss before pushing herself up off the bed.

I probably slept for no more than half an hour, and when I rolled over and found the remains of my ejaculation caking amongst my chest hair I decided I needed a quick shower to both clean and further refresh me. 'I'm just going to have a shower.' I called out to Katherine, who I could hear moving about in the kitchen.

'OK. While you're doing that I'll make us some coffee.' she replied.

The shower worked wonders and feeling both refreshed and re-invigorated I slipped on a bath-robe and went through to the kitchen. Not having anything else with her meant Katherine had just put back on the blouse and slacks she had been wearing earlier.

'Feeling better now?' she asked when she saw me.

'Still a bit weak-kneed.' I answered with a grin before taking her in my arms.

'Me too.' she replied softly as I bent to kiss her.

'You do the most amazing things to me Katherine.' I whispered as I held her close.

'I assure you it's no more than you do for me Craig.' she replied. 'It seems our individual predilections are perfectly in tune with each other. I wonder if we are ready to exchange confidences about them.' she added uncertainly as she slipped from my arms and went to pour the coffee.

'Exchange confidences?'

'Well fantasies are one thing, what has actually happened in our lives is quite another matter, much more personal. You hinted at the reasons for your preferences, that there was an older lady, when you were young. Do you want to talk about what happened, are you prepared to share that with me?'

Did!? I had never asked myself that question, never considered there might be a situation in which I would be asked to do that. But then I had never met a woman like Katherine. She was beautiful, talented, our work and artistic interests matched almost perfectly, and sexually we fitted together like the perfectly machined parts of a rapidly ticking time-bomb. Even in the very short time we known each other she had started to dominate my thoughts, and if sharing some of the things that had happened to me as a boy brought us closer together then perhaps I had a lot to gain.

'Would you like me to?' I asked.

'I think the more we know the better our chances are of understanding each other, and that makes for a closer relationship. But of course that may not be what you want.' she added hurriedly.

'Oh I do, I want to be very, very close to you Katherine.' I replied earnestly, moving up behind her, slipping both arms around her waist and bending to kiss her neck. 'I'm more than happy to tell you anything you want to know. I have no dark secrets, just what many people consider odd preferences.' I added.

'OK, let's take this through to the lounge-room then.' she said, gently extricating herself from my enfolding arms. 'Do you have any brandy to go with it?'

'Yes I do, a rather good one. I have a client in the liquor business and get the odd bottle or two from time to time. You take the coffee and I'll bring brandy and glasses.'

Once we were settled I started recounting what had happened between Heather and I all those years ago.

Chapter 4

Heather

'Although I had just turned eighteen, by comparison with today's kids I might have been four or five years younger - not only still a virgin but with virtually no practical experience of even the milder stuff that goes on before the main event. Well you'll get some idea of just how much of a geek I was when I tell you that my main interest outside of school hours was bird watching! So much so that for my previous birthday my parents had bought me what I thought was the best possible present, a pair of really good binoculars. Many evenings and most week-ends I would be somewhere out in the countryside surrounding the small town we lived in, and spent many cramped, but happy hours identifying and watching the bird and other animal life.

One Sunday morning, in the hope of spotting some birds other than locals I had climbed a large tree on the edge of a field from which the wheat had just been harvested. I'd had good luck and in the first hour or so had added a couple of new species to my list of sightings. During a lull in arrivals and departures I'd scanned the area of town that lay across the other side of the field but there was just the usual, not very interesting, Sunday morning goings on. Some people gardening, some hanging out washing or cleaning their cars, and quite a large number arriving at the local church for the morning service.

A little while later a flash of reflected sunlight caught my eye and re-focusing the glasses, I saw what I felt sure was the vicar's car driving down a lane running out of town towards the other side of the field. I'm sure I would have ignored any other car, but I suppose my curiosity was aroused because I knew that at that time the vicar would have had to be in the church.

Mr Bailey was new, much younger than the previous vicar had been, and his wife, Heather must have been several years younger than he was, probably somewhere in her late twenties. Although she was still a lot older than me and my friends she was young and pretty enough to arouse our attention, and if what I felt, and some of the other boys admitted to, more physical interest too. In fact just about all of us agreed that it was a real shame that she was already married, and especially to a vicar. 

I'd heard my parents talking about them, saying how nice the new vicar seemed to be, and how hard he was trying to get involved in the community. They had also said how difficult it must be for them, especially for his wife, as they were both from another part of the country and had no local friends of their own.

The car turned off the lane on to a track leading to the edge of the field immediately opposite to where I was, and with the glasses I could see that it was being driven by Mrs Bailey. She drove slowly through the line of trees bordering the field, then turned and stopped the car, she was no more than fifty yards away and as I was about twenty feet up the tree I could see straight down through the windscreen.

At first absolutely nothing happened, she just sat there, perhaps listening to the radio, and I returned to watching the birds. But because the situation seemed so odd, some time later I swung the glasses back to the car. And from then on she had my full attention!

She had already undone some of the buttons down the front of her blouse and had one hand inside, it looked as though she was fondling her breasts. As I watched I felt my cock stiffening, then it came up to a full erection when she arched herself, hiked her skirt up to her waist and tugged her panties down past her knees.

For one brief moment I could see everything, the pale vee of her upper thighs, the mass of dark pubic hair, and although it may only have been my imagination, I felt sure I could even see the fleshy slit beneath it. Then, although my view was obscured by her hand, I got even more excited when it became obvious that she was playing with her pussy.

Looking back it's hard to remember just what I knew about sex at that age, I mean human sex and sexuality. Having lived in a country town all my life it would have been impossible not to know about sex in general, but humans do a lot of things animals don't, I'd never seen an animal masturbate, and I did that quite a lot. I had heard stories from boys who said they had done that with girls, but then there was no shortage of stories of what certain boys had done with some girls, and I wasn't so naive as to believe everything I heard.

But even without being sure of all the details and the whys and wherefores of it, it was quite clear that she was doing the equivalent of what I was very tempted to do as I watched her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open and although I couldn't see exactly what her fingers were doing I could tell from the expression on her face that she was getting herself off.

If I hadn't needed both hands to hold the glasses steady I would have jerked myself off too, my cock was certainly demanding attention, fully erect and straining so hard against the front of my shorts that it was becoming almost painful.

Without taking my eyes off what she was doing I tried to move to a position where I could wedge the glasses against a branch, so I would need only one hand to hold them, when she suddenly opened her eyes. For a moment or two I thought she was looking straight into mine, then I realised that was only an illusion, but the impression certainly gave me a scare.

She continued staring in my direction with a puzzled look on her face, then hurriedly pulled her skirt down, began to button up her blouse, and a few seconds later she started the car.

I couldn't believe my bad luck, but my cock was throbbing so hard I still needed to get myself off. Having hung the glasses over a branch I had undone my shorts and got it out when I realised that instead of heading back to town, the car was coming towards where I was.

I'm not sure why, but I panicked, somehow got my cock back inside my shorts and started to scramble down the tree. But by the time I reached the ground she had already got there, and was standing beside the car.

'I thought there was someone up there, I saw flashes of sunlight being reflected off something. What were you doing?' she asked quite calmly.

'Bird-watching.' I mumbled in reply.

'Oh yes!' she answered sarcastically. 'I think you were watching me. Weren't you?' she asked much more severely.

'For a bit, yes, Mrs Bailey.'

'So you know who I am. Do you know what I was doing?'

'I think so.'

'Yes, I guess you would.'

She paused for quite a long time, obviously thinking about something. I presumed she was considering who best to report me to and I was wondering just how much trouble I'd got myself into. So what she said next took me completely by surprise.

'Look, if I do something nice for you will you promise not to tell what you have seen?' I really had no idea what she meant, but nodded.

'Did you get excited when you were watching me? I mean, did you get a hard-on?'

I felt my face turn scarlet at the question and again simply nodded, then froze when she stepped up close and I felt her hand pressing lightly against the front of my shorts. Although my erection had partially subsided at her sudden appearance, my cock was still stiff and thickly swollen and as her fingers felt that and curled around it, she smiled. 'And you're still a bit wound up I see. Move around to the other side of the tree, just in case someone else comes along.'

It probably sounds silly but I still wasn't certain of what she was going to do, but did as she asked. 'Now, lean back and enjoy yourself.' she said as she started to undo my belt.

Although I was speechless, overcome with embarrassment, I also felt myself shaking with excited anticipation. It was only a matter of seconds before she had my shorts and underpants down around my ankles, then I felt her fingers close around my cock.

It was the first time a hand other than my own had touched it and the way she handled it made what I usually did for myself seem rough and brutish by comparison. She was obviously in no hurry, her fingers moved slowly and gently, tugging and squeezing, sliding the loose folds of skin back and forth, her finger-tips slipping over and around the increasingly sensitive head. The sensations she produced were electrifying, and in spite of my confusion and embarrassment I felt my cock automatically responding, quickly lengthening and thickening.

'Aah, it's getting harder already!' she said as she felt it rising, then pausing for a moment and supporting it mid-way along the shaft with the palm of her hand, she added. 'Now, let's see just how big it gets.'

As she spoke she ran the palm slowly back and forth along the underside of the shaft and I could feel it steadily growing as more blood was pumped into it. After several of those tantalising strokes she curled her hand around the base, giving it a few squeezes before gliding back along the shaft, then letting her fingers skim over and around the head again.

There was just no comparison between the feelings I got from my own hand and those she was generating and I shuddered as the increasingly intense sensations spiralled through me.

'Yes, that's coming along very nicely.' she said as she worked it up to its maximum size and hardness, and I gave a soft moan when I felt her other hand slip up between my legs to cup and roll my tightly swollen balls.

She continued until she had turned my cock into a quivering, throbbing mass. 'You're lucky to have such impressive equipment.' she said throatily as the pressure inside me rose higher and I felt my entire body tensing. 'I bet it's thrilled a few of the local girls already. But.' she added as she began to pump it more firmly. 'I think it's just about ready to go off now.'




Katherine Ch. 03-04



It certainly felt close to bursting point, and as she steadily increased the strength of her wristy stroking I grunted as wave after wave of pleasure surged through me. Then I felt the scalding rush, and let out an uncontrollable cry as the first load of semen erupted, searing up through my wildly jerking cock and blasting explosively out of me.

'Aaah yesss!' she gasped, energetically pumping out a series of equally powerful gouts, then milking it until she was sure she had extracted the very last drop.

'Do you have a handkerchief? I'll clean you up.' she said gently when she was sure there was no more to come.

The force of my climax had left me feeling dizzy and weak-kneed and I leaned back against the tree as she carefully wiped my wilting cock. 'There, that's the best I can do.' she said as she stood up, folding and handing me the damp handkerchief.

I don't know what made me do it, it was simply a natural reaction, I put my arm around her, pulled her close, and kissed her. I could tell by her look of surprise that she hadn't been expecting that, and although as kisses go it certainly wasn't practised, perhaps it was just that, my unsophisticated youthful passion, that got through to her. Whatever the reason, after only a moment's hesitation she pressed herself against me and kissed me back.

'Do we have a secret?' she asked when we broke for air. When I assured her we did, she said. 'Well perhaps we can do it again another time. Would you like that?'

She gave a low chuckle at the eagerness of my response, then said. 'It's ridiculous, I don't even know your name.'

I told her and she replied. 'Well Craig, if we do meet like this again you can call me Heather. But before we go any further you'd better tell me what you were really doing up that tree.'

She gave a sort of relieved smile when I explained about my bird watching then wanted to know details of when and where I usually went. 'I'm not making any promises you understand, but keep a watch out for me or the car. Now I must be off. No bragging about this to your friends please.'

It had been a very, very long time since I had thought about that first time I had met Heather and I was surprised to find just how strongly I was affected by recounting the details. I must have gone suddenly silent and have no idea how long Katherine waited before she brought me back to reality by asking. 'Was that it, or did she meet you again?'

'I'm sorry.' I answered, suddenly realising just how deeply lost in memories I had become. 'No that certainly wasn't the only time, we met many, many times over the next few months.'

'Do you want to tell me about them, or is bringing those memories back in some way painful for you Craig?' she asked solicitously.

'Oh no it's not painful, a bit disturbing, it's a long time since I've thought about her in any detail. Do you really want to hear the rest?'

'Only if you want to tell me, but it might help us know each other better. If that's what you want?'

'Yes of course I do! OK, here goes with the rest.' I replied, refreshing our drinks before continuing.





Katherine Ch. 03



Note to Readers: This is story is fiction. It is a fantasy, just not one lived out.

"Hi hun, it's me John. I just wanted to call and see if you needed me to pick up anything on the way home. I guess I missed you," the answering machine played.

Shelly quickly got off the floor and ran to the phone answering it before John could hang up. "Hey sweetie, I'm here. Are you done golfing already?"

"Yeah," John replied. "I'm on my way home right now. I should be there in about 20 minutes. Do I need to stop and get something from the store?"

"Your mom is here and I thought about seeing if she wanted to stay for dinner." Why don't you stop by a liquor store on the way home and get a bottle of wine." Shelly suggested. "I'm going to take a shower, and then I'll go to the store while you and your mom hang out."

"Okay, I'll see you in a bit." John answered.

****

After hanging up the phone Shelley turned to her mother with a devilish smirk. She quickly sketched out a plan for Katherine as the two women picked up their previously disregarded clothes and empty wine glasses. Katherine heartily agreed with Shelly's plan thinking about how much fun they were going to have with her son. 

Shelly quickly hopped in the shower and cleaned herself off while Katherine called John's dad to tell him he would need to fend for himself. Not that he really cared. As Shelly finished rinsing off, John's mother Katherine came into the bathroom and peeked her head around the curtain.

"Hurry sweetie, John will be home any minute."

"Okay, mommy," Shelly replied playfully while she stepped out of the shower. As she wrapped her towel around her body Katherine surprised her by pulling her close and kissing her passionately. After lingering over the kiss for nearly a minute, Shelly pulled away and said, "Thank you mommy."

"No, thank you baby."

Katherine climbed into the shower leaving her dirty clothes on the floor, just as John's car pulled into the driveway. Shelly now covered by her towel went to meet John at the door. As John came into the house, Shelly nearly jumped into his arms to kiss him the way his mother had just kissed her. As she leaned back John had a grin from ear to ear. 

"You are drunk aren't you," John said laughing. "Where's mom at?"

"Mom is in the shower. She wanted to freshen up before dinner. Speaking of which, you need to take a shower before dinner as well."

"Is dad coming over for dinner too?" John asked.

"Your mom called him while I was showering, and he said he was busy working on some project. He thinks we'll have a better time with just us."

"Whatever," John replied. John's dad paid about as much attention to him as he did his mother. They hadn't really spent time together since John was just a boy, and John didn't care all that much that he would skip a family dinner to work in his garage. 

Shelly proceeded to the bedroom to get dressed to go to the store while John put the wine in the refrigerator. As Shelly used the hair dryer, John heard his mother calling Shelly for another glass of wine. John seeing a golden opportunity to get a peek at his mom in the shower quickly poured a glass of wine and took it to his mom. As he entered the steamy bathroom, he couldn't help but notice his mom's soiled panties lying on top of her pile of clothes. Briefly stunned he just stood there until his mom peeked her head around the shower curtain.

"Is that for me? Thanks baby."

"Mom," John whined, "I am not a baby anymore."

Katherine sighed and said, "John you'll always be my baby boy no matter how big you get."

John mumbled consent as he left the bathroom disappoint that his mom thought of him as a baby not a handsome man. As walked into the living room Shelly emerged from the bedroom dressed in a short jean skirt and tight white tank top. John could tell she wasn't wearing a bra by the outline of her hard nipples. John couldn't believe this was what his wife was going to wear to dinner with his mother. John sat on the couch watching TV waiting for his turn to shower. He couldn't get the image of his mother's panties out of his mind. Shelly roamed around the room absently gathering her purse and keys. As a joke she dropped her keys to the floor then bent over to pick them up. That is when John noticed that not only was she not wearing a bra, but she didn't have panties on either. The thought that he would be dining with his mother while his wife sat next to him with no underwear on began to arouse him even more. By the time Shelly was ready to leave the shower had turned off and Katherine had emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and her still damp hair cascading over her shoulders. John discretely admired her beauty as Shelly said something he didn't quite hear.

"John are you listening?" Shelly asked. "I said come here and give me a kiss goodbye."

"Oh, sorry," John stammered as he got off the couch trying to hide his erection from his mothers eyes. As John leaned to kiss his wife he was uncomfortably aware of his mother's stare. He tried to just peck his wife on the lips, but Shelly would have none of it. She leaned in and kissed him prying open his mouth with her tongue. As Shelly finally pulled away John tried not to look at his mother to see her reaction. Shelly grabbed her purse and started to leave.

"Bye mom," Shelly said over her shoulder.

"Shelly, don't I get a kiss goodbye," Katherine called to her. John couldn't believe his ears. Shelly and his mom must have really bonded today. First, Shelly was calling her mom, now; his mom wanted a goodbye kiss. John didn't think he could be more shocked until Shelly turned around walked to his mother and kissed. He watched as his mother smiled then stroked the hair off Shelly's face and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't open mouth, but they both took their time. As they their lips touched John thought he was seeing things. Had his mother reached up and caressed the side of his wife's breast. No way I just saw that, John thought.

As Shelly left the house John tried not to stare at his mother. He quickly told her he needed a shower and went to the bathroom. In the bathroom John started the shower water, hoping he wouldn't run out of hot water. He didn't hold out much hope since he would be the third person in under an hour showering. He stripped naked and reached in the cabinet to get a towel when noticed his mother's clothes still lying on the floor. John's hard on had not gone down and he couldn't help himself as he grabbed his mom's white thong. Right away he notice how wet they were. Holding it to his face he inhaled deeply smelling for traces of his mother's pussy. With his other hand he slowly stroked his cock. As he played with himself he stuck his tongue out to get a taste of juice cover crotch. It tasted so good John knew he wanted to taste the real thing. Just then Katherine walked in the door.

"Shit, I mean sorry mom," John stuttered.

Not phased one bit, Katherine responded, "It is okay baby. I mean to say it is probably my fault. I thought you would be in the shower by now. I just came in to get my clothes." 

As if coming out of a deep sleep John realized he still held his cock in one hand and his mother's panties in another. Katherine just smiled at his realization. John shied away from his mother's gaze, and he reached out to hand her the thong. Katherine continued to smile and didn't even try to hide the fact that she was looking at her son's dick. When John finally looked at his mother, he was shocked to see her lick her lips seductively while staring at his naked manhood.

Katherine finally broke the silence. "I'll let you get back to your shower, but if I were you, I would save that for later," Katherine said, point between John's legs. "I'm Shelly wouldn't want you to be to worn out to be a good husband."

With that Katherine left the bathroom. John didn't know what his mom meant by that last comment. As he climbed into the shower, John realized his horseplay had caused him to waste the last of the hot water. His hard on soon receded under the cold water, still John didn't want to get out of the shower. He wanted to give his mom plenty of time to dress, thinking he might of pushed his luck a little far for today.

****

After Katherine left the bathroom she heard the front door quietly open and looked to see Shelly sneaking in. Without a word both women went to the spare bedroom, where they could talk without John hearing.

"How did it go?" Shelly asked.

"Perfect, I walked in and caught him jacking off while he sniffed and licked my panties."

"Great. Now I'll hide in here so you can get to know your baby boy a little better," Shelly said as she walked Katherine to the door.

"Hopefully, you'll get to see John taking care of me the way he did you before lunch," Katherine said as she closed the door nearly all the way.

Katherine then went to the couch to wait for her boy to come out and see her still in her towel. As John walked through the living room to the bedroom to get dressed he glanced sideways to see his mother sitting on the couch.

"Mom, you still haven't got dressed."

"No, baby. Shelly called and said she was going to be longer than she thought. Something about a traffic jam, so I thought, what the hell. It's refreshing, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess," John replied, staring at his mothers naked legs. Her towel didn't cover much of her bare thighs and it seemed she wasn't doing anything to conceal them either. Actually it was as if she was spreading them slightly for John to see.

"Don't worry about it. If you're uncomfortable, I can get dressed," Katherine said, almost disappointed.

"No, mom. It's okay," John said a little too quickly.

"Good. Now don't be shy. If I'm going to be in towel, than so are you. Now come sit with mommy," Katherine said as she patted the couch next to her. John sat down, but not next to his mom. He sat in the chair that faced the couch, hoping to get an even better view. As his mother turned to talk to him he noticed that only one leg turned with her body. The other stayed where it was causing her knees to pull apart even further. Now John had an unobstructed view of his mom's pussy. Seeing her pussy, John felt his hard on returning, yet Katherine seemed oblivious to his arousal. Trying to hide the erection this caused was hard considering John was just wearing a towel but he couldn't bring himself to suggest getting dressed. 

Katherine continued talking to John about the normal things mothers talk to their sons about, but John couldn't take his eyes off her pussy. Katherine knew her plan was working. It was as if John was hypnotized by the show she was giving him. John wasn't the only one enjoying himself; Katherine could feel her pussy leaking. When she didn't think she could stand it anymore Katherine stood up.

"Where are you going Mom?" John said as his face fell.

"You wanna know the truth?" Katherine asked. "I was going to get dressed. We've been sitting here for fifteen minutes and all you've done is stare at my pussy."

John realized his mom sounded pissed, and tried to apologize, "Mom, I'm sorry..."

"You should be. Any other man would have made a move or at least asked to see more by now," Katherine said acting mad.

"You mean you won't be mad if I asked to see more?" John asked stunned.

Seeming to think about it, Katherine replied, "Well, I guess if you asked mommy nicely."

"Please, mom would"

"No," Katherine said, "I told you to ask mommy."

Trying again, John said, "Please mommy would you take your towel off so I can see more of your sexy body."

Katherine just smiled as she let the towel drop to the floor. John smiled to thinking just how sexy his mother was. Katherine seemed delighted by the look on her son's face as she posed sexily for her son. Her nipples were hard and her pussy lips glistened with juice. John reclined in his seat and sighed contently. He didn't even think about the hard on tenting his towel.

"Well, what does mommy's baby boy think? Is mommy still sexy?"

"God, yes. You are so beautiful mommy."

"Since I am naked now baby it would only be fair if you took your towel off as well," Katherine said as she bent over to grab her discarded towel and toss it off to the side. When she turned and bent over John caught sight of her puckered asshole. John nearly came right then. After moving the towel out of the way Katherine sat back on the couch and looked at John expectantly. John stood on shaking knees, grabbed his towel, and slowly pulled it from his waist, exposing his rigid manhood.

"Oooh, baby has a nice cock, doesn't he?" Katherine cooed. "Shelly is one lucky woman to get that fuck stick whenever she wants." John couldn't believe his mom was talking like this. Until now it just seemed like innocent fun, but it seemed more and more like his mom wanted something to happen. Before John could sit back down, Katherine told him to come sit on the couch with her. Excitedly John moved to couch and sat next to his mom pretending everything was normal. They sat looking at each other in silence for what seemed like forever.

"You know Johnny; you need to make sure you treat Shelly right. She is such a good little girl." As Katherine spoke she slowly reached over and lightly caressed John's cock. Feeling his mother stroke his cock, John shifted a little in his seat and audibly gulped.

"I... I do mom," John answered.

"Are you nervous, Johnny?"

"A little mommy."

"Well remember, I'm your mommy and you shouldn't be nervous around me. Okay? Now come here and give me a kiss." Hearing this John's nervous seemed to spike even hire. He leaned in to touch lips with his mother as she reached her free up to the back of his neck. Pulling him forward Katherine opened her mouth and kissed her son, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Soon they were making out fiercely. John's hands moved up and down his mother's body while she stroked his cock. Katherine pushed John back with a look of hunger in her eyes. As John leaned back Katherine bent over and directed her son's dick straight to her mouth. In no time at all she was slurping and licking the shaft while she fondled his swollen balls.

"I'm going to cum mommy," John moaned as he pumped his hips. This made Katherine suck harder and move one hand from his balls to her pussy. She fingered her pussy with her middle finger getting it lubricated for what was to come next. After her finger was good and wet she moved her hand back to John's crotch. Sliding her hand under his balls she felt for his asshole. When she found it, she gently eased her middle finger in past his anus. John's hips bucked even more when he felt his mother's finger penetrate him. As his asshole relaxed John began to enjoy his mother's finger. She started slow but as John breathed heavier and his balls tightened Katherine began to finger fuck him faster and harder.

"Oh mommy!" John exclaimed as he shot his load deep down Katherine's throat. Not wanting to miss a drop, Katherine pushed her head forward until she felt John's shooting cock in the back of her throat. Once she was finished milking her son's cock dry Katherine sat up and eased her finger out of John's butt.

"Wow that was a big load baby. Now it is mommy's turn," Katherine said as she shifted on the couch and spread her legs. "Baby boy needs to make mommy cum, and mommy just loves getting her pussy eaten." John didn't even say a word as he repositioned himself. He just smiled, leaned in, and started to tenderly kiss his mother's inner thighs. Gently his lips made their way to his mother's pussy. After a few light kisses John stuck his tongue out and began to lick Katherine's swollen lips. They easily parted giving him access to her inner folds. John began to lick hungrily. He placed one thumb to his mom's clit and the thumb on the other hand up under her ass, probing her butthole. 

"That's it baby, make mommy's pussy squirt," Katherine squealed. Within minutes Katherine started bucking like a wild woman, but to Katherine's disappointment John stopped what he as doing. 

"Mommy, I want to tongue you from behind. Pleeease," John begged. Smiling Katherine rolled over and got to her hands and knees. John grabbed her thighs, spreading them to give him better access to her pussy and ass. John then dove in, licking first the back edge of his mom's pussyhole then moving to her puckered ass. He licked up and down her ass crack pausing each time his tongue touched her sphincter. John then reached up to finger his mom. He started with his index finger, and then added his middle finger as well. When Katherine started to sway with the penetration of his fingers, John stopped licking her butt, and started to probe and push his tongue into her butthole. It relaxed easily letting John push in ass deeper. As Katherine moaned louder John insert a third finger and kept tongue fucking her ass. Katherine began to buck again making John push harder with both his face and his fingers. He didn't want to lose contact with his mother's sexy asshole. Katherine began to moan loudly.

"Baby that feels so good. Tongue fuck mommy's asshole you dirty boy," Katherine nearly screamed. This just made John push harder, until he felt his mother's pussy contract. "Mommy is cumming baby!" Katherine shouted as she flooded Johns hand with pussy juice. As her orgasm subsided, Katherine nearly fell face first to the couch with exhaustion. Instead of lying down to sleep though, Katherine got up grabbed her son's hand and led him to the bedroom.

"Mom, we have to stop before Shelly gets home," John meekly protested. Katherine smiled back at him, but kept making her way to the bedroom.

"If she gets home, then she'll have to watch and wait her turn. Just like I did before you went golfing."

"You were watching?" John asked.

"Yes, I watched, and I got so turned on. I couldn't help myself. It must have been quite the sight. Me masturbating, watching, and wishing it was me you were fucking. Now you are gonna use that fuckstick on mommy's pussy. If Shelly comes home then she will learn that she is going to have to share you from now on."

"But mom I don't have any condoms."

"Silly boy," Katherine laughed, "mommy can't get pregnant anymore. Her tubes are tied, so you can fill mommy up with as much cum as you got." As they entered the bedroom Katherine pushed John down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. Reaching down she grabbed her son's cock and guided it to her waiting pussy. It slipped easily into of her soaked pussy, and in one motion Katherine sat all the way down, forcing her son's cock all the way inside of her.

Katherine began to move up and down on John's dick quickly getting a good rhythm going with her son. Soon they were fucking at a quickened pace and Katherine's juices were flowing down John's cock and onto his legs and the bed.

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As Katherine led her husband back to the bedroom, Shelly snuck in to the living room to get a better view. She had sat in the spare bedroom listening to her husband and his mom as they performed oral sex on each other. Katherine knew Shelly was listening. She probably even realized that Shelly was fingering herself the whole time as well. What she didn't know was that she had cum twice and the second time she came she nearly got caught. As John had tongued his mom's ass Shelly fingered her pussy with one hand and her ass with the other. The extra stimulation sent her over the edge so bad she nearly called out. Now she needed to see what was going to happen next. 

As Shelly looked cautiously around the door jam, she saw Katherine bouncing up and down on her son's cock. The sight immediately had her juices flowing again so she pulled up her skirt and began to rub herself just above the pussy. Occasionally she would dip her and a little lower to trace the line of her moist lips. As she watched Katherine continuously impale herself she started to feel her climax building yet again. Katherine slowed her thrusting and leaned down to kiss her son. While they kissed, John put his arms around her and rolled over. No he was on top of his mother as he began to drive his cock into her. Shelly watched with rapt attention, not sure who she was more jealous of, Katherine who was obviously enjoying John's dick, or John who was experiencing such a taboo fantasy. John continued fucking his mother harder and harder. Shelly loved it. She began working two fingers in and out of her pussy at a vigorous pace hoping to cum once more. Her wish came true as a tingling started in her toes working its way up her body like an eruption. She soon felt herself cumming so hard she had to bite down on her free hand to avoid making noise and getting caught. As her body felt like it was exploding she Katherine cumming again as well.




Katherine Ch. 03



"Oh, Oh, Oh yes! Mommy's coming baby boy! Don't stop! Don't ever stop fucking me Johnny!" Katherine nearly screamed.

"Yes, mommy, I'll fuck you as much as you want!" John groaned as he to came, shooting his load into his mother's pussy.

Shelly watched as John flopped down on top of his mother in pure exhaustion. Katherine tilted her head up to look over John's shoulder. Catching Shelly's eye, she smiled and winked at her daughter.

"Johnny you better climb off of mommy, before your wife gets home," Katherine said in a motherly voice. With that Shelly left the doorway and went to the front door. Giving them a couple of seconds to compose themselves, she waited. Katherine emerged from the bedroom without saying a word, the signal for Shelly to arrive home. Shelly smiled wickedly at her naked body then opened the door and shut it loudly for John to hear.

"I'm home and your not..." Shelly trailed off as John entered the living room naked. Shelly nearly broke out in laughter at the deer in the headlights look he gave her. "What's going on here? Why are you both naked?" Shelly asked adding a little pretend confusion to her voice.

As John tried to find an answer for his wife, Katherine spoke up, "Oh Shelly, it's nothing. After my shower I decided I wanted to relax like I do at home. John was nervous about having his mother be naked around him, so I made him take his clothes off as well." Turning to John she said, "I was right wasn't I? It is relaxing."

"Uh, yeah," John stammered out. 

"Oh, well I guess if that is it, than who am I to say anything. At least it's your mother, and not some strange woman."

Still recovering from his wife's easy going attitude, John kept quiet. Katherine though new she had to say something quick so that John would not realize he had been set up, "Shelly where are the groceries you went to get?"

Still playing the part of the confused wife, Shelly shifted her eyes back and forth from John to his mother a couple of times before answering. "I'm sorry what did you say?"

"Where are the groceries?" Katherine repeated.

"Oh that. I got all the way done with my shopping and when I went to check out I didn't have my wallet. I searched all through my purse and realized I left it here. Talk about a waste of time. Sorry it doesn't look like we will be having dinner here."

John finally spoke up, "That's okay, we can order pizza if that's alright with mom?"

"I would rather have Chinese, it's quicker," Katherine suggested.

They all agreed, and John was given the job of ordering the food. As they waited for the delivery guy to show John left the living room to get dressed, but Shelly stopped him before he got to the doorway.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To get dressed," he replied.

"Don't do that. When the food gets here, I'll pay for the food, and when I'm done I'll join you to in relaxing," Shelly said. John's eyes widened a little and a smile started to creep onto his face, as Shelly suggested she get naked with him and his mother. Shelly, not wanting to overplay her hand to John, turned to Katherine and asked, "If that's alright with you mom? I mean, me being naked too?"

"Oh yes, dear. Mommy would love for you to join us in relaxing," Katherine replied coyly. 

To Be Continued. 



Katherine Ch. 04



This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order. 

CHAPTER 4 Katherine learns to obey and is enjoyed in public

I awakened to the gentle touch of Katherine's lips wrapped around my cock as her tongue gently glided across the tip of my shaft. Both of her hands played with my balls as she sucked as much of my shaft into her mouth as would fit. When she could feel my rod responding to her caresses, she began to really tease and titillate my cock. I moaned loudly as she continued to suck on my manhood. Her talents were all evident as I felt a stirring deep in my balls. 

Katherine shifted positions and brought her hand to my shaft. The combination of one hand squeezing my balls and the other pumping my shaft as her lips and tongue caressed my cockhead had almost immediate results. She sucked hard, creating a fabulous vacuum around my cock and then flicked her tongue across the opening in the tip of my shaft and was rewarded with gobs of hot cum as I shot my entire load over her tongue and tonsils and she swallowed it down, straining to get all of it. She kissed my cockhead and then bathed my entire crotch with her magnificent tongue before crawling back up my body and wrapping her arms around my body.

"I guess you enjoyed yourself." I teased. "You are a beautiful lover when you don't play childish games." I said playfully as I slapped her ass. 

"I still can't believe how fantastic it all felt. I've never been so, so dominated before. I've never had such powerful orgasms - or so many of them." she confessed. 

"I'm glad." I said as I kissed her. Katherine's body felt warm and soft as she pressed herself hard against me. 

"Would you like to join me for dinner?" I asked.

"Yes." she answered, "but not just yet."

A while later we got up and showered. We both thoroughly soaped each other and then dried off. Katherine picked up her panties and then looked around for her bra - or what was left of it. She sat down on the edge of the bed and started to put on her panties. 

"Not yet." I said. She looked up at me in surprise. "I have some presents for you." I held out a small gift-wrapped box and Katherine smiled as she took it from my hand. 

"What is it?" she asked.

"Open it." I said and she did. She lifted out a beautiful pair of sheer, dark pantyhose. Looking up at me she smiled. 

"Put them on." I suggested. She turned them one way and then the other and slid her legs into them. As she stood to pull the waistband up, she realized just why they had looked a bit peculiar when she first saw them. The entire crotch area was missing. From the very tops of her thighs the material was cut and sewn to the outside of her hips and then to the wide waistband that ran over the tops of her beautiful asscheeks. She looked at herself in the mirror and spun around. 

"These are cute." she quipped.

"Yes they are." I agreed. "And from now on you will wear them under your panties when you are with me, so that whenever I want you, you can slip off your panties, lift your skirt and be available to me. Do you understand?" Katherine just smiled.

She slipped her panties up her legs and into place. Picking up the remnants of her bra, she held it up to me. "Not much left of this, is there?"

"That's OK. From now on, you will not wear a bra unless you are exercising or dancing." I instructed her further. 

"I won't?" she asked teasingly.

"No. You won't." I said with finality. Katherine dropped the bra and picked up her leotard. I shook my head and then held out another box. Katherine took it and opened it, lifting out a beautiful silk blouse with buttons down the front. It was dark, with a pretty flowered print. She slipped it on. 

"Oooo." she sighed as the sheer fabric slid over her supple body. She gasped as she felt the soft silk slide across her tender nipples. She could feel them begin to harden as she buttoned it up and then, picking up her skirt, she slid it up her long legs and over her hips, tucking in her new blouse. She reached for her shoes and I shook my head. She looked at me, waiting for me to do something. I lifted my hand holding out a black pair of high heels. She smiled and took the shoes as she sat down on the bed and slipped them on. As she stood up, she looked delicious. The heels gave her a bit more height but also accentuated her long, shapely legs. I dressed quickly as Katherine brushed out her beautiful, long hair. 

She came up to me and pressing her hand to the crotch of my pants kissed me. "Thank you." she whispered.

"For what?" I asked.

"Everything. The good fucking, the multiple orgasms and the lovely presents." she replied. I kissed her and then reaching between her smooth breasts unbuttoned the next button on her blouse.

"Daring, aren't I?" she joked.

"For starters it'll do." I teased as I wrapped my arm around her slender waist and led her to the door. She looked up at me quizzically.

"We're going to Le Club for dinner." I said. Katherine was thrilled. It was the finest restaurant in the city and she'd always wanted to go there but the prices were just too prohibitive for her. As she sat next to me in the car, I placed my hand on her knee and then drew her skirt up until I was able to put my hand on her stockinged knee. I caressed her knee and Katherine parted her thighs. I kissed her cheek and pulled her skirt all the way back to her hip. Gently I began to tickle her soft inner thigh, getting closer to her moistening quim with each moment. 

"This isn't fair." she complained in a hushed voice. 

"Would you prefer to do it yourself?" I teased but Katherine noted a hint of threat in my voice. She did not reply, other than to spread her thighs a bit wider. Finally my fingers wandered into the area above the fabric of the stockings and she felt my fingers tease her bare skin just beyond the entrance to her pussy. Her labia were swollen and peeked out of the edges of her panties. She grabbed my wrist with both hands as her body trembled. 

I glared at her and she withered. "Now play with yourself. I want to smell your juices and I want to see those panties glisten with your cum." I said as I pinched her pussy for emphasis and she gasped. I withdrew my hand from her thighs. Slowly Katherine slid her fingers down to her own panties. Reluctantly she began to stroke herself. She was humiliated - she'd never masturbated in front of anyone. 

"Lean against the door and put your leg up on the seat." I said. Katherine obeyed. "Now if you don't make yourself cum by the time we get to the restaurant, I'll let the parking attendant finish it for you." I threatened. Katherine was stunned. She was also scared, she slid both hands down into her panties. She began to caress herself and finding her clit, laid her head back on the seat and stroked it. She glanced at me and I smiled at her. Her embarrassment seemed to have passed and a soft moan escaped her lips as she teased and played with her very aroused clit. She was getting quite close and her sweet scent filled the car. In a moment she gasped and her body went rigid as her love hole flooded with her cum. 

"I want you to cum again." I said softly and Katherine continued to rub her clit as her raised thigh began to shake. 

"Ahhh." she gasped as another orgasm rippled through her beautiful, young body. She lay her head back on the seat as her hand remained wedged in the front of her panties. 

"Now rub your panties over your pussy." I instructed and Katherine slowly withdrew her fingers from her pussy and rubbed the crotch of her panties over her seething cunt. 

I placed my arm on the seat and smiled at her. Katherine slid over next to me and I wrapped my arm around her, cupping her full breast in my hand. The caress excited her as I nibbled on her ear and her fingers continued to rub between her thighs. 

"Take off your panties." I whispered.

"What?" she asked in surprise.

"You need to obey me when I tell you to do something. Now take off your panties." I repeated. Katherine's hands slid back under her skirt and she slid her panties down over her beautiful thighs and then off completely. "Now wipe the cum from your pussy with them." I instructed and Katherine spread her soft thighs and rubbed the sheer panties across her oozing gash. I smiled at her and then I nodded. She pulled the drenched panties from between her legs and held them in her lap as we turned into the restaurant. She felt very strange and excited, aware of her totally bare pussy under her skirt. She had never gone without panties before. 

"When we get out of the car, you will leave those on the seat." I said firmly. Katherine nodded. She realized that the silky panties were soaked and smelled powerfully from her love juices. As I stopped the car in front of the restaurant and the parking attendant opened her door, Katherine was totally surprised. She had not expected me to use the valet parking. She looked at me pleadingly but she knew what she had to do.

Stepping out of the car, she left the her drenched panties on the middle of the seat. The attendant, a boy of about 18, smiled at her as he drank in her beauty as he helped her out of the car. He couldn't help but notice her open blouse and the firm swells of her breasts as he helped her to stand in front of him. I got out of the car and walking to the curb, took the check from the boy. Katherine was blushing deeply but I ignored her embarrassment and kissed her on the cheek wrapping my arm around her slender waist. 

"I like you much better when you obey me." I said as we walked up to the entrance. "Besides, it's more exciting for you when you do what I ask of you." Katherine knew I was right and took my arm as we entered the restaurant. She squeezed my arm against her breast and kissed me. 

When the attendant sat down in the car, he saw the panties and picked them up. He could smell the aroma in the car and holding the panties to his face, was almost overpowered my Katherine's sweet scent. He looked out the window at Katherine's shapely ass as she walked beside me. He parked the car and brought the panties back to show the others. They talked and fantasized about the beautiful brunette all through our dinner. Periodically I saw the attendants sneak a glance in the front door and stare at Katherine. 

As I'd arranged with the owner, we were shown to a rather private booth toward the back of the restaurant. The table had a floor length cloth on it and as the maitre d. seated us, I ordered a bottle of wine. The waiter appeared and cleared away the extra place settings.

"Please leave an extra napkin for the lady." I told him and he nodded to Katherine. She looked at me a bit puzzled as she sat down and got comfortable. 

Once we were alone, I turned to Katherine. She was smiling. She was thrilled to be in this restaurant and was excited to spend the evening with me. She was still a bit self-conscious about her panties but she could live with it.

"I want you to pull the back of your skirt up behind you so you are sitting directly on the seat." I told her. Katherine looked at me but then remembering what I had said about obeying, she did not question me. Instead, she reached under her thighs and pulled the skirt up. As she sat back down her naked pussy touched the coolness of the leather seats and she gasped. She was afraid she'd drawn attention to herself and figured everyone in the restaurant must know what she's doing. Then she realized that was silly but yet very exciting.

The waiter returned with the wine and poured for us. I raised my glass and toasted her. "To beautiful lovers." We drank. 

As Katherine began to study the menu, I slid my hand between her knees and drew her skirt all the way up to her hips. As the waiter returned to take our orders, Katherine was having some difficulty concentrating. Her voice was a bit shaky as my fingers toyed with her excited pussy. The waiter sensed something was going on but was discreet enough to keep it to himself. As I looked down I could see that Katherine's nipples were hard against the sheer silk of her blouse. 

Between courses I played with Katherine's pussy. She tried to shield her excitement and arousal but was very self-conscious as people walked by. As I finished the main course, I asked her to pull her leg up under her. She slid her shoe off and raising her body, folded her long leg and brought it under her firm ass. 

Katherine's pussy was now lifted off the seat and open to my full attention. As she finished her dinner, my fingers were busy caressing her exposed pussy. It only took moments for her insides to erupt, bathing her pussy and my fingers with sweet cum. Katherine was terrified that the scent of her sweetness would be noticeable, not to mention her panting and stifled screams of passion. My young beauty wanted to die of embarrassment but soon realized that no one around us was even aware of her, let alone what was happening under the table. 

I removed my fingers from her tight, little pussy and they were coated with her sweet nectar. Katherine could smell the powerful scent as I brought my hand up onto the table. 

"Kiss my hand." I said and Katherine lifted my hand to her lips and was overcome by the power of her scent as it filled her nostrils and she kissed the back of my hand. Taking a napkin, she tried to carefully wipe her flow off of my fingers. I smiled at her situation.

When the waiter returned to take our dessert order, I slid my fingers back into Katherine's dripping love hole. This time I did not stop caressing her as the waiter stood over us. 

"Would you like anything else?" he asked. 

"Yes." she said nervously. Then I slid my fingernail across her tender clit and Katherine gasped "NO!" as her insides flooded. The waiter looked down, a bit bewildered as Katherine's entire body flushed with embarrassment. Katherine could smell her sweet scent and was sure that the waiter could too.

"The lady is fine." I said drawing the waiter's attention away from Katherine. "May we have the check?" I added as my fingers continued to fondle Katherine's oozing pussy. As the waiter left to tally up the bill, I removed my hand and then wiped my fingers on my napkin. 

"You may use that extra napkin now." I said to her and Katherine realized that I'd planned this all along. Taking the extra napkin, she slipped it under the table and used it to wipe, what felt like buckets of cum, from her dripping pussy. "Don't forget to wipe off the seat." I teased her.

After paying the bill we got up to go. I left the napkin on the table for the waiter and we left. Katherine was exhilarated as she felt incredibly sexy and desirable. Many men looked at her beautiful body as she swayed through the restaurant. I kissed her ear. "You are beautiful and so very sexy." I complimented her. 

As we approached the car attendants, they all looked at Katherine with lust in their eyes. She felt a bit embarrassed but very sexy. If they had only known what had been going on in the restaurant for the past hour or so. 

When the car arrived, another attendant held open the door for her with a broad knowing grin on his face. The panties were resting on the seat where she had left them but it was certain that every one of the attendants had smelled them if not rubbed his face in them. I got in and closed the door. 

As the attendant ran around in front of the car I beeped the horn to catch his attention. I lowered Katherine's window and he came over and looked in. 

I nodded and Katherine looked down at her panties as they rested on the seat. 

"I forgot your tip." I said. Katherine leaned forward and taking his wrist, she guided his hand across her firm breasts. She could feel his fingers squeeze her firm titflesh as she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Then holding his wrist, she placed her cum-drenched panties in his hand. 

"I won't be needing these anymore tonight." she teased him. He stood up a bit bewildered by what had just happened. We drove away as the other attendants crowded around him. 

"You catch on quickly." I said as I wrapped my arm around Katherine's shoulder and again, cupped her firm tit in my palm. 

We drove around in the beautiful evening air and then returned home for a night of very passionate love making.

To be continued…

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Katherine Ch. 05



Ch. 05: Taken in Her Office

This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order.

Katherine arrived late to work and could not keep her mind on what she was doing. All she could think about was the last 18 hours of sex, orgasms and how much being dominated excited her. She also began to realize that her body was exhausted and sore - especially her sweet pussy. But she did like the feeling.

"What's happened to you? You're useless today." It was the voice of her co-worker and friend Sandy. "What, did you get lucky this weekend?" Sandy chided her. 

Sandy was a tall brunette with a beautiful body. She had shoulder length hair that framed her very pretty face. Her breasts were full, her waist slender and her hips nicely rounded. Being tall, her legs were long and nicely shaped. She took very good care of herself.

Sandy dressed very conservatively for work but her beauty and her body were only accentuated by her modesty. In private life, she was a sexual inferno - a fact she and Katherine had discussed several times, though Katherine had not spoken much about it in the past.

Looking up from her desk, she smiled at Sandy and said, "Yeah, I know. It was a long weekend." Katherine remembered back to some of their previous conversations. In particular, one they'd had several months ago that had shocked her at the time. She'd listened, almost in disbelief, as Sandy had described being overpowered and abused by a lover and how she'd had incredible orgasms during their lovemaking.

For a moment Katherine thought of telling Sandy about her weekend experience but decided against it. She tried to remember as many details as possible from their previous conversation about her domination. She only remembered bits and pieces. Something about being free to enjoy sex freely when she was tied up, also some stuff about being beaten with a strap or a paddle and after that, an evening of unbelievable fucking. She remembered how Sandy had wanted to repeat the entire session and even go further but her lover had been too embarrassed by what he thought was getting carried away and wouldn't do it again. No amount of pleading by Sandy had been able to get him to abuse her again, even though she wanted and needed it. By lunchtime Katherine could not contain herself. She had already masturbated at her desk three times and finally called Sandy on the intercom, to set a lunch date. After two glasses of wine, Katherine broached the subject. 

"Do you remember a conversation we had last November?" she asked. Sandy knew exactly which conversation but didn't let on too quickly. 

"Which one?" she asked. Katherine swallowed hard. 

"The one about being tied up." she said with a quiver in her voice. 

"What about it?" Sandy asked not wanting to make it too easy for Katherine or to frighten her into silence. 

"Well,...." Katherine started and the whole story came out - in every detail. Sandy sat listening attentively, drinking in every word and wishing it had been her. Lunch became an entire afternoon and by the end, both women were terribly aroused. 

"You know I'm absolutely drenched." Katherine confessed. She remembered how she'd sat in another restaurant the previous evening with her body juicing out of control.

"Me too." Sandy agreed, her own body quite aroused as her own fantasies ran wild. She wanted to join the act and was trying to figure out how. She knew that Katherine would not agree to share her lover and she did not want to risk their friendship by out-flanking her friend.

"Want to do something about it?" she asked. Katherine looked up at her. 

"About what?" she asked.

"About being drenched." she said with a knowing smile. Katherine knew what Sandy had in mind - a little lesbian loving back at the office. She had never done that and didn't particularly want to begin now.

"Thanks, but no thanks." she quipped. Sandy smiled at her, not surprised by the answer. 

Upon returning to the office, Katherine and Sandy both told their secretaries they did not want to be disturbed and closing the doors to their respective offices, lifted their feet onto their desks, drew back their skirts and masturbated. 

I had told Katherine I would be out of town for a week on business. She was disappointed but I wanted her to be thinking about her experience of the previous weekend and fantasizing and dreaming about our next encounter. All week long she and Sandy had been talking and sharing their sexual fantasies and experiences. 

On Friday, Katherine checked her calendar and discovered, to her disappointment, that she had a late meeting at 4:00 with a Ms. Phillips. She had hoped to get out of the office early but realized that was not in the cards. Looking up at her secretary, who was coming in the door, she asked, "Who is this Ms. Phillips?" 

"Oh, her office called from St. Louis and said she'd only be in town for the day and needed to see you about some new material. I saw your calendar was clear, so I made the appointment. I hope you don't mind." the woman said. 

"It's OK. Bring me the files, will you?" she replied. The woman nodded and went to get the materials. "Listen. I have a 3:00 with the boss and I may run over. If she gets here ahead of me, let her wait in my office." Katherine added. 

It was 4:10 when Katherine hurried back to her office, pleased with the results of her meeting with her boss. Her secretary looked up and said, "Your 4:00 is in your office but it's a man." she said. Katherine shrugged her shoulders and opened the door. 

"Hold my calls." she said as she entered her office smiling. She did not see anyone on the sofa or in the conference chairs as she closed the door.

"Hello." she called out softly.

"Hello." I said as I spun around in her high-backed desk chair. Katherine smiled broadly when she saw me. "Lock the door." I added and Katherine slid the latch. Her face lit up as she turned around to face me. 

"You look good enough to eat." I complimented her. "Let's have a slow, sexy pirouette." I said. Katherine held her arms out and gracefully spun around on her toe. Her skirt flared out gently and her long hair cascaded over her shoulders. 

"Your panties please." I said with a smile. Katherine's hands reached under her skirt and in a moment she held out the silky garment. I nodded and she lay them on the desk in front of me. She was wearing knee-high stockings and was glad she hadn't worn panty-hose today. I rolled her desk chair back and gestured her to sit on the desk in front of me. She moved quickly, coming around the desk and leaning against it in front of me. It was a large desk and fortunately she liked to keep the top of it cleared except for the phone and intercom. 

"Lift up the back of your skirt and sit on the edge." I instructed her. Katherine drew her skirt up in the back and eased her ass onto the hard, wooden desktop. She gasped at the coldness of the wood against her warm skin. I looked up at her silk blouse and saw that it was buttoned up over her swelling breasts. I leaned forward and kissed her covered breast. Her arms came to my shoulders as I playfully bit her nipple through the soft material.

Katherine realized that the drapes were open and the entire wall behind me was a window. She knew that the glass outside had a mirror coating but also knew that it was possible to see in, if you looked carefully. Her office was on the ground floor and people were always walking by. But all that didn't matter right now. What did matter, was the feel of my mouth teasing her hard nipple. Reaching down, Katherine unbuttoned her blouse and guided her firm nipple to my mouth. A loud moan escaped her lips as I teased her nipples with my tongue. 

"So much for appetizers." I quipped as I pressed her body backwards. Katherine put her arms behind her to support her body as I lifted her legs onto the chair seat on either side of my legs. Katherine looked down as I ran my palms up the backs of her long legs and then slid her skirt up over her knees. Bringing my hands to the tops of her knees, I then slid her skirt all the way back over her thighs, revealing her soft pubic thatch, open to my pleasure. I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal as her pussy hairs were glistening in anticipation. 

I kissed her thigh and then lowered my mouth to her sweet quim. Katherine spread her thighs wide and at my first caress, bent her arms, leaning back on her elbows. She was so excited that her juices were already flowing in her tight love hole. I slid my tongue across her engorged labia and sucked them between my lips. Her legs started to quiver as my tongue pressed between her moist lips and tasted her sweet flow. 

Katherine was lost in lust as my lips trapped her rigid clit. She knew what came next. She felt my teeth slide over her sensitive love button and then felt my tongue flick across the tip of it. She felt tremendous suction and then a shift in pressure and her loins erupted with buckets of cum. She let out a gasp as her body shook. Again I teased her clit and I felt her thighs clamp around my ears. 

Easing her grip on my head, Katherine lay her body flat on the desktop. Her hands stroked through my hair as I continued to suck on her pussy. My tongue probed deep into her seething quim as I tried to drink all of her sweet nectar. Katherine was moaning with pleasure as my tongue caressed her quivering womanflesh. As I continued to nibble on her sensitive clit, I lifted Katherine's feet off the chair seat and draped them over the arms of the chair. I stood up and let the chair roll back against the window. I folded her skirt back across her slender waist and then lifted her legs straight up in the air, holding her knees together. 

Katherine's arms slid up and out as she reached out for the corners of the desk to give herself balance. As I began to ease her legs apart, Katherine smiled up at me and as I let go, she opened her legs as wide as they would stretch. She was so very inviting. I looked down at her as she smiled up at me. Her nipples were hard, her face filled with lust and her legs spread open for me. I opened my pants and retrieved my ramrod. I slid the head over her drenched pussy lips and then eased it into her tight love hole. Katherine gasped as she felt my cock stretch the walls of her pussy as I penetrated her body to the hilt. I could feel her powerful love muscles close around my cock as I flexed it deep inside her luscious body. 

Placing my palms on the desk beside her, I began to stroke into her open body. Katherine's head rolled from side to side as her breathing became heavier. I wrapped my arms over her hips and slid her ass to the very edge of the desktop. As I continued to pound into her body, I could see her biting back cries of lust as her hips gyrated and her legs locked around my hips. Now she had the leverage to really respond to my thrusts. Her hips rose to meet each thrust as her muscles grasped at my cock with each stroke. I looked down at her as her face was filled with lust and her beautiful breasts bounced wildly on her chest. As I was building toward my own climax, a voice came over the intercom. 

"Excuse me for interrupting but I'm leaving now and just wanted to check if you needed anything." It was the voice of the secretary. Katherine knew she had to compose herself enough to answer the woman. She looked up at me for help as she reached over for the button on the intercom. Just as she pressed it, I rammed deep into her quivering body as she tried to speak. 

"Thanks." she said with a very shaky voice. "Have a nice weekend." she continued, her voice getting even weaker as I pounded into her dripping pussy. Katherine looked up at me with a mixture of lust and anger as I brought my fingers to her nipples and squeezed them playfully as I thrust into her love hole once more. I was laughing at her and she knew it. 

"Are you OK?" came the voice from the intercom. "You don't sound too good." 

'If she only knew how good I was right now,' Katherine thought to herself as I shifted my angle a bit and thrust deep into her body once more, bringing her to another orgasm as she tried to speak. "I'm fine." she said but didn't sound good at all. "Goodnight." Katherine added with a note of finality as she closed the intercom and I started to laugh. 

"Oh you...!" she glared at me as I thrust again into her tight lovehole, causing another orgasm to ripple through her body.

"I like to watch you try to keep your composure when your body is out of control. It's like the other night in the restaurant." I reminded her. Katherine blushed - she knew I was right. Her mind flashed to the face of the waiter, who was looking at her when I made her cum right in front of him. 

Lifting her arms around my neck, I lifted her body off the desk. Her tight quim slid all the way down my shaft as she gasped. I slid my hands down under her knees and said, "Unlock your legs." Katherine released her grip around my waist and her feet brushed against my thighs. As I sat down in her chair, Katherine looked over my shoulders and watched hundreds of people walking around the parking lot, only a few yards from where she sat, impaled on my cock. Anyone who looked carefully through the window, would be able to watch us. If they only knew to look. Reaching for the top of the chair back, she rolled her hips over mine, grinding her clit against my body. I leaned the chair back against the window and braced my feet against her desk. 

"It's your turn." I quipped and Katherine didn't waste an instant. Her body began to pump up and down on my shaft as she rolled her hips with each plunge and massaged my cock with her powerful love muscles. Every few moments she gasped and I could feel her muscles contract and then, the sweet sensation of her orgasm, as my cock was bathed with her sweet flow. She loved the feeling of impaling herself on my ramrod. I loved it too. 

Katherine could sense that my own orgasm was building and she redoubled her efforts to make me cum. As she pumped her body up and down my cock, she looked out the window and saw several of her co-workers and Sandy standing right outside the window, oblivious to what she was doing as she fucked me silly. The danger and thrill of the moment caused her to orgasm again as she plunged hard onto my shaft with a loud scream. The sweet sensation of her orgasm and the force of her thrust, caused my balls to erupt, spewing hot cum deep into her twitching pussy. 

Exhausted, Katherine sank onto my cock and leaned forward, bringing her breasts to my face. I licked her breast and then sucked her hard nipple into my mouth. As I did this, I could feel her inner love muscles contract once again. Pulling her to me, I kissed her deeply and smiled at her. I leaned her body back against the desk and stroked her sides and breasts as she caught her breath. Her pussy remained impaled on my cock as her legs splayed out on either side of me. Finally my cock softened and slid out of her warm body. Katherine pouted. 

"It happens." I teased as I kissed her. 

"I have an idea." she said as she lifted her body up onto the desktop. Spinning around, she positioned herself so that she lay flat on the desk with her head dangling over the edge facing my cock. I got the idea and standing up in front of her, I let her maneuver my body and then guide my spent cock into her eager mouth. She wrapped her arms around my hips and pulled me all the way into her mouth. I stood motionless in her mouth as her tongue and lips teased my cock. I could feel her moist breath as she exhaled, tickle my balls. 

Reaching out with my hands, I began to tease and play with her erect nipples. With her neck stretched back this way, I could see her throat muscles as they contracted while she sucked on me. As my cock started to grow in her mouth, she held me firmly. I realized what she was going to try to do and decided to ease up on her breasts and let her focus her concentration. Slowly my cock grew larger in her mouth until it filled her mouth completely. I watched as its length forced its way past her tonsils and deep into her throat. She was trying hard not to gag as my shaft pushed deeper into her throat. I stood very still watching in fascination. I was amazed that she was able to swallow all of it.

Finally she released my hips and I knew she was in control of her throat muscles and then she pulled my hips forward again. I brought my hands back to her breasts and took more control of my movements in her sweet and talented mouth. Each thrust brought my cockhead to her lips and then back down deep into her eager throat. As my cockhead passed her tonsils, I could feel and watch the natural contractions of her throat muscles and see my shaft as it filled her throat. The sensation was not to be believed. To this she added the suction and caress of her talented tongue. I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. 

"You're about to reap the fruits of your labors." I teased as I felt her tongue flick across my cockhead. "Shall I come in your throat or do you want to taste it?" I asked. She waited until I was all the way in to her throat and then moaned. "Then that is where it will be." I answered. I increased the rhythm of my penetrations and shot my load all the way down Katherine's throat. Her throat muscles went wild as she swallowed every drop of my load. I leaned over her body and kissed her mons as a chill ran through her body. I even felt it in my cock. 

I eased out of her mouth and sat down again. I kissed her cheek and she pulled my lips to hers, practically sucking my tongue out of my mouth. I smiled at her and helped her to sit up and spin around on the desktop. She slipped onto my lap and kissed me as her hand massaged my cock and my hands caressed her breasts and her face. She kissed me on the cheek and then getting up, looked down at the front of my pants. They were soaked with her cum. 

"Oh, my..." she gasped as she looked down at my crotch. 

"Don't worry, I brought another pair of pants." I teased her. She realized I'd planned this all along. 

Katherine padded into the bathroom to clean up as I opened my briefcase and took out another pair of slacks. 

"Shall we?" I asked as she returned, her hair brushed and her clothes back in place. She picked up her purse and taking my arm, we crossed the room to the door. As she reached up to turn off the light, I stopped. "Forget something?" I teased. Katherine turned and kissed me, her hand reaching down to stroke my recently spent cock. 

"Thank you, but that's not what I was thinking of." I said as I nodded in the direction of her desk. She saw her used panties laying on the corner. 

"Can you imagine if the custodians had found those?" she gasped.

"Yes." I answered with a laugh. She scooped them up and put them in her purse. "Not so fast." I teased. Katherine looked up at me with a smiling frown. It was an adorable sarcastic face that said, 'give me a break'. It was one of the many things about her that I liked. From my pocket I pulled a small gift-wrapped box and handed it to her. She reached up and kissed me as she took the box.

"You always give me such interesting presents. I wonder what this is." she smiled. Opening the box, she found two small egg-shaped balls. "What are these?" she asked.

"Pick them up." I said and she did. Immediately she realized that one was hollow and the other one filled and heavier. She looked up at me. "They're called Ben-Wa balls and they come from the Orient. 

"And just what do I do with these 'Ben Wa-balls'?" she asked with a note of sarcasm in her voice.

"You wear them - or shall I say more correctly, you carry them." I teased.

"And just where do I 'carry' them?" she bantered with that same look on her face.

"Two guesses." I quipped. 

"Oh, and just what is it that they do?" she asked.




Katherine Ch. 05-06



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.





Chapter 5

Instruction and Explanation

'After she had gone I found it difficult to believe that what had taken place had really happened, if I hadn't had the cum soaked handkerchief as evidence I could have convinced myself it had all been just a daytime wet dream.

In spite of keeping a sharp watch out for her it was over a week before I saw her again. Although for the first two or three days after the amazing experience I had spent more time looking for her than I had bird-watching, that particular time she was the last thing on my mind. It was a beautiful evening and having done my homework and eaten, I had gone out, hoping to see more of the amusing antics some birds got up to as they returned to their nesting site at the end of the day.

I had settled myself down against the remains of a wall of a disused barn, near the group of trees the birds used and had been so absorbed in what was going on that I was taken completely by surprise when I heard her voice.'

'Hello Craig.' she said and turning, I saw her standing right behind me. 'What are you watching?' she whispered as she moved forward and stood beside me.

I quickly explained what was going on in the branches above us and handed her the glasses. 'Have a look.'

It took her a little while to focus them and find the right area of the trees, then she gave a little giggle. 'Aren't they sweet.'

She continued watching for a few minutes then handed the glasses back to me. 'How do you know where to go to see things like this?'

'I've been watching birds and other animals since I was a little kid, I've just picked up on their habits I suppose.'

She looked up into the trees, then back at me. 'Would you share some with me?'

'If you'd like me to, of course, they're not secrets.'

'And would you like me to do what I did for you last time, in, well, sort of in exchange?'

I gulped and felt myself blushing heavily before mumbling something in reply.

'Was that a 'yes'?'

'Yes. But you don't have to!' I added hurriedly.

'Maybe I'd like to. But that does have to be a secret. Do you promise?'

'Of course.' I answered, trying desperately to sound more assured.

'Have you been thinking about last time? When you're alone I mean.'

'Mmm. A few times.'

'At night, when you were in bed?'

'Yes.' I answered guiltily.

'Did you do it to yourself?'

'Mmm.'

'Was it as nice as when I did it for you?'

'No.'

'No, I thought not. Now, you continue watching the birds. Just move back from the wall a bit, so there's room for me to squat down in front of you.'

I did as she asked and although to anyone watching me, I would have seemed absorbed in my bird-watching, my eyes were actually shut tight as I concentrated on the sensations she was creating for me.

As on the first occasion, it was only seconds before she had my shorts and pants down around my ankles and although this time I hadn't already been aroused, quickly had my cock erect.

Although I had tried to recreate the feeling of her hands when I'd jerked myself off in the intervening days, it was impossible. Her fingers were so much softer, their movements much more sensitive, and a thousand times more effective. While one hand concentrated on my cock, the other was rolling and gently squeezing my balls and I heard myself gasping at the waves of intense pleasure their actions sent coursing through me.

'Mmm, I'd forgotten just how responsive you are.' she said as my cock jerked powerfully, then added in an undertone. 'It's nice to be appreciated by someone.'

In addition to her hands being more effective there was another big difference between what she was doing and what I did for myself, and that was her timing. When I did it to myself I found that once I had reached a certain peak of excitement it was almost impossible to stop my hand moving faster and faster. But although she must have been able to tell from my increasingly strong reactions that I was getting closer and closer to coming, she maintained the same slow but steady rhythm.

The result was that instead of the pressure suddenly being released, it continued to build, and my balls were soon aching from the growing volume of semen accumulating inside them.

Then suddenly the feelings I was getting changed, while one hand continued fondling my balls and the other firmly stroked up and down the shaft, there was something else happening too. Opening my eyes and looking down, I couldn't believe what I saw. She had slipped her lips over my cock-head and was slowly moving her head up and down, every now and then pausing to swirl her tongue around as she sucked it.

Of course I had heard about blow jobs, but I'd never dreamed it would happen to me. And I couldn't believe just how good it felt.

Perhaps it was the extra stimulation, perhaps it was simply the thought that I was actually having my first blow job, but that did it - a few seconds later I felt myself on the brink of climaxing.

Thinking that she would be disgusted if I let myself come in her mouth, and that would wreck any chance of more meetings with her, I tried to pull my cock back and cried out. 'I'm coming Heather!'

But instead of letting me do that she slipped the hand that had been rolling my balls between my legs, gripped my bum and, opening her mouth wider, urged me forward.

Although I had never had my cock in a girl's pussy I couldn't imagine how it could feel any better than it did when I pushed it deep inside. Her lips triggered shock waves of delight as I slid between them, more were generated as my cock plunged into the moist velvet of her mouth, and on top of that I could feel the intermittent, but insistently draining pull as she continued sucking me.

My system had never experienced anything like what she was doing for me and, not surprisingly, it reacted almost immediately. It seemed that one moment I was still in the grip of the most unbelievably exciting sensations, the next, with a loud, guttural grunt, I was erupting.

The sudden force of it must have taken her by surprise too, and for a moment I thought she was going to choke. But pausing just long enough to catch her breath and swallow the first load, she continued, one hand gripping my bum, the other pumping strongly, and her mouth sucking even harder.

She must have somehow also relaxed her throat because as my hips jerked powerfully forward she took the full length of my thrusting cock. And although I've no idea how much semen I jetted into her, and it certainly felt like far more than I'd ever shot off before, she took all that too, gurgling as she eagerly gulped it down.

When she was sure there was no more to come she gave it a couple of more gentle sucks then let my cock slip from her lips. 'Apart from anything else that avoids any awkward questions about hard to remove stains on your handkerchief.' she said as she grinned up at me. Then asked. 'Did you enjoy that?'

'What do you think.' I gasped. 'I didn't know it could be so incredible.'

'That's your first time that way?'

'Mmm.'

'The girls around here don't know what they're missing. Now, make yourself decent, then sit down beside me and tell me what's going on up in the trees, give me my first nature lesson.'

It was like that for the next few weeks, once, sometimes twice a week she would find me, masturbate or suck me to a climax, then I'd show or tell her about what was going on around us.

She also found out that although I was friendly with quite a few girls, I didn't have a regular girl-friend. But apart from the one cryptic comment she'd let slip, about being appreciated, she said nothing about herself.

Although I had asked no direct questions, for fear she'd stop seeing me, I was becoming more and more curious as to why she was doing what she was. But even stronger than my curiosity about the reasons for her actions, was a steadily increasing longing that sometime she'd let me touch her body.

I never really expected it to happen, I couldn't imagine why a grown woman, and especially a married woman, would want a clumsy eighteen year-old boy groping her. But at night, especially those night's when I hadn't seen her, I'd lie awake thinking about her, whispering her name to myself. I kept remembering what I'd seen that first evening, when she'd been in her car, her hand on her breasts and the momentary glimpse I'd got of what lay up between her legs.

In my fantasy, it was my hands, not hers, that caressed her, one set of fingers slipping up into her pussy, the other stroking and fondling her breasts. And as I was still trying to imagine what that might actually feel like, my fingers were actually jerking out yet another sticky load.

Other than the fact that the first time I'd seen her she'd had on a skirt and a blouse with buttons down the front, I have no memory of what she'd worn the other times. That is until one totally unforgettable evening.

I suppose I should have already guessed she had something special in mind. The previous time we'd met, when she was about to leave she asked if I would be out on a specific evening. It was the first time she'd done that. And when I said yes she'd suggested I go to the old barn again. But in my naiveté I merely thought she wanted to see the antics of the birds that she had found so amusing the last time.

Although by then it was late summer, the evening was warm and very still, so that time I actually heard the car approaching. Just knowing she was coming brought on an erection, and it was just as well I had no idea of what was in her mind or I would come in my pants before she got there.

I heard the car stop and the engine being turned off, but as it was then several minutes before I saw her, I had been starting to think it was someone else's car. Then she appeared from around the corner of the barn. She was wearing a light, pale green raincoat, which should have seemed odd for a cloudless evening, but I was so excited by the thought of what she was going to do to me that I really didn't give it a second thought.

Her face was flushed, as though she'd been hurrying and when she greeted me her voice sounded sort of husky. As she came closer I saw her eyes looking down at my crotch and she must have seen the outline of my hardened cock because when she looked up again there was an excited glint in her eyes.

'I see you've been thinking about me.' she said, reaching out and brushing the back of her hand against it.

I just nodded, feeling my cock jerking in response to her touch. 'Good. Now take your shorts and pants off, I'm going to show you something.'

I still didn't have the faintest idea what she was going to do, and taking my things off with her just standing there looking at me made me feel embarrassed, but I did as she asked. 'I mean right off this time.' she said when I simply dropped my things to my ankles, which is what she usually did.

My self-consciousness took some of the stiffness out of my cock, but what happened next quickly restored it. 'Have you ever seen a naked woman?' she asked, and when I shook my head, saying that I'd only seen pictures, she took a step backwards, undid the belt of the raincoat, and held it open.

I stared goggle-eyed, other than the coat and shoes, she was completely naked. At first I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts, they were bigger than I'd imagined, much rounder and looked a lot firmer. And although I'm sure I didn't understand the significance, I remember noticing that her nipples were stiff, and a darker red than I thought they'd be. Then I finally looked lower, down beneath the faintly rounded swell of her stomach, trying to imagine what was hidden beneath the mass of curly, brown pubic hair.

Even through my amazed excitement I felt my cock jerking upright, throbbing as more and more blood surged up into it. 'As I said before, it's nice to be appreciated.' she said in a deeper, huskier voice. 'Now, you can touch me if you want to.'

At that moment there was nothing in the world I wanted to do more than touch her breasts, and I raised my hand as I moved forward, then with shaking fingers, hesitantly stroked one. The skin was warm and silky, so incredibly smooth that my fingers seemed to just slip off it. 'Use both hands.' she said in a low whisper. Then just stood there, her eyes closed.

It was so unbelievable it was like being in a dream. But I still remember the way the feel of her made my fingers tingle as I stroked and fondled her. Remember being surprised by how heavy her breasts felt when I slipped my hands underneath them. And how spiky her nipples became after I'd been caressing her for a while.

Of course as a result of the excitement I was feeling my cock had become rock-hard, rearing almost vertically, throbbing and jerking wildly, feeling as though it was about to burst. So when she finally lifted one hand and closed her fingers around it, that's exactly what it did.

I can still feel that touch, my cock was so hot that her fingers felt quite cool. And I can still feel the sense of utter mortification as my body responded almost instantly. There was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it, she had given it no more than three or four lightly brushing strokes when I felt the surge, heard myself grunt, then felt the blast of semen. It squirted right up across her stomach, splattering the underside of her breasts, and was immediately followed by several more that added to the sticky mess.

She opened her eyes and saw the expression on my face. 'Don't worry, I expected that.' she said softly. 'You'll be fine in a few minutes. In fact it will probably make it better for us both, having got rid of a bit of pressure you'll last longer next time.'

'Next time!?' I thought, wondering what on earth she had in mind.

In answer to my unspoken question she dropped to her knees and, having licked the last few slowly oozing drops of semen from my cock-head, slipped one hand up between my legs and cupped my balls. Then, edging herself a little closer, she took my still swollen cock deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, then sucking hard as she started bobbing her head up and down.

Although by then she'd done it to me several times I still couldn't believe how good it felt, and in spite of the climax I'd just had, felt my excitement quickly rebuilding. As I began to gently push back and forth, thrilling at the feel of her lips slipping up and down my cock, I saw that while she continued to fondle and squeeze my balls with one hand, she was using the other on herself.

I couldn't actually see what she was doing but could imagine what was happening, and wished it could somehow be my fingers that were slipping in and out of her pussy. And that thought, coupled with what her mouth and hand were doing to me soon had my cock throbbing again, the rising pressure pumping fresh blood up into it.

But even when it was perfectly clear that my cock was fully erect she continued bobbing and sucking, the pressure and tension inside me getting higher and stronger. I began to think she was just going to get herself off while she repeated what she had done to me before, but she had obviously only been waiting for some unmistakable signs of my deeper arousal, because once she was satisfied I was building towards my second climax she stopped.

For a moment or two I couldn't understand what was happening and felt shatteringly disappointed at the abrupt cessation, but then when she got up she turned around, and as she lifted the raincoat up to her waist she said. 'Press yourself up against me Craig, slip it between my legs.'

The sight and proximity of her naked buttocks sent a new, even stronger surge of excitement through me, and pausing only long enough to fix the image of her bare bottom in my memory, I happily did as she asked. As I pressed forward, my cock burrowing into the narrow opening between her legs, the moist warmth triggered completely new, even more thrilling sensations. Then, as I felt the fleshy softness of her buttocks pushing back against me, she bent forward.

'Now, this way, you can continue to fondle my breasts, while I take care of the lower half of us both. Push it backwards and forwards, but take it slowly.' she said throatily.

I really only understood what she was going to do when I felt her hands, one pressing the length of my cock up against her pussy, the other going to work on what I presumed was her clitoris.

Doing as she'd asked, I began to slowly move, waves of pleasure coursing through me as I slid back and forth between the silky smoothness of her inner thighs, feeling her fingers gently pressing my cock against the clinging folds of her pussy. But, as exciting as that was, the thought of being able to fondle her breasts at the same time was even more so. So, pulling back the edges of the raincoat I put my arms around her and cupped them, again marvelling at their weight, then began to gently fondle and squeeze the firm flesh.

The combination of the sensations I was getting was breathtaking. The feel of her breasts in my hands. Her buttocks squirming back against me. Her fingers pressing against the shaft of my cock as it slid up and down the slippery furrow. I couldn't imagine how anything could feel more wonderful, and discovered she'd been right about my first, quite uncontrollable climax enabling me to last longer the second time. My brain was almost overloaded with all the things I was feeling, and although I was vaguely aware of the gradually increasing speed of her flickering fingers, I seemed to be drifting away in a haze of absolute pleasure.

Of course my reverie was eventually broken. At first I didn't understand what was happening, then I realised that her rasping breath and her other physical reactions were being caused by her own increasing excitement. I knew women climaxed but at that stage was still very uncertain of the details, I had very little idea of what to expect, and certainly had none as to what, if anything, I was supposed to do.

By then my cock felt even bigger than it had earlier, and as she was pressing the shaft even harder up against herself the friction was generating even more intense waves of pleasure. I could also feel the growing, almost painful ache in my balls as fresh semen accumulated and started to churn, so I was relieved, and very happy to do as she asked, when I heard her mutter. 'Faster! Go faster now Craig!'

I gripped her breasts tighter as my thrusting got faster and she began to make soft moaning sounds, her body tensing, shuddering. Then everything seemed to happen at once.

Her moans turned to a high pitched wail as her climax began and she pushed herself down, jamming her pussy hard down against the shaft of my pistoning cock. A few seconds later I felt the sudden rush, my frenzied thrusting became even more forceful, and then, even more powerfully than the first time, I erupted. Then her still continuing cries blended with my staccato grunts as I felt a series of massive shock waves rip through me, my pelvis slamming against her arse and my wildly spurting cock pumping out load after load.

Her body continued to shake and shudder long after I was completely finished, squirming herself back against me, which gave me a little more time to enjoy fondling and squeezing her breasts. When she finally pushed away she turned her head and I saw just how flushed her face had become. 'I haven't come as strongly as that for far too long.' she said in a quiet, almost wistful voice, then, after a brief, thoughtful pause. 'It looked and felt as though it was pretty good for you too Craig.'

'Unbelievable!' Was the only word I could think of.

'Luckily I had my eyes open when you came, so I saw how much you fired off. There seemed to be even more than there was before. Getting rid of some of your excess, shall we say, enthusiasm, only seemed to make it better for you.'




Katherine Ch. 05-06



Even after what we had just done together I felt myself blushing as I answered. 'Yes, yes I guess it did.'

'I thought it might. That's one of the things about young guys, their ability to come often. Now, we'd better clean ourselves up a bit, before this stuff sets solid. Like the boy scout I went out with for a while, I came prepared.' she added with a cheeky grin.

She pulled a plastic bag from each pocket of her raincoat and gave me one of the damp hand-towels she'd brought. While I only had to wipe my cock and balls she not only had her own juices to cope with, but also my semen on her hands, plus the congealing mess I'd earlier splattered over her stomach.

'Would you come back to the car with me please? Keep watch while I get dressed?' she asked when she'd finished. Naturally I agreed, and to my amazement, found myself starting to get aroused yet again as I surreptitiously watched her.

'I think we'll gave the nature studies a miss today.' she said when she was dressed. 'But hop in the car, let's talk for a bit.'

'Does all this seem a bit weird to you Craig?' she asked once we were settled.

'I suppose so, I haven't actually thought about it that way.'

'Been too busy thinking about how good it feels?'

'Mmm.'

'And you've still not got a regular girl-friend?'

'No.'

'But you must have sometimes wondered why I'm doing it with you.'

'I suppose I might have.'

'It's confusing for me too Craig.' she paused for quite a long time before she continued. 'But grown-ups have problems too you know. My husband is a very dedicated man, his church means everything to him. I often get left out. Do you understand?'

'Not really.'

'Well, let's be honest then. Women like sex, often need sex just as much as a man. Well, most men. But then my husband isn't like most men. He certainly doesn't need it very often, perhaps he doesn't actually like sex. So I get, well, frustrated. You understand what I mean by that, don't you?'

'Yes.'

'I suppose most women in that sort of position would either have an affair, or leave. But I still love my husband, and, in his position I don't feel I can do either of those things. Well not yet anyway.' she added as a sort of afterthought.

'I've been having a very difficult time since we came here, trying to push my own needs down, ignore them. That wasn't working too well though.

I was trying to find an alternative, when you saw me at it that first time.

I didn't intend things to go on like this Craig. I don't know what made me do what I did. I was just so worried you'd talk about what you'd seen me doing. I thought you might keep quiet if you were too embarrassed about what had happened.

But you see, I found I enjoyed it. I enjoyed your reactions. As I think I said, it was nice to be appreciated, sexually I mean. That hadn't happened since I'd known my husband. And it gave me something to think about later, when I got myself off. Thinking about your cock was much better than trying to imagine one.

It's a very handsome cock Craig, you can be proud of it.

Then I suppose I rationalised things. Thought that if I didn't actually have sex, you know, proper sex, then I wasn't being too wicked, wasn't really deceiving my husband. Does that make any sense?'

Even though I hadn't been able to grasp the full depth of everything she'd been saying I'd been able to follow enough of it to be able to answer quite honestly that I understood her.

She was quiet for a few moments, then took me completely by surprise when she stifled a sob, then turned to face me and I saw that her eyes were brimming with tears. 'So you see, in a way, I've just been, well, to put it bluntly, I've just been using you.'

It was a completely automatic response, I put my arm around her shoulder and, pulling her closer, for only the second time, I kissed her, then said. 'Please don't cry. What you've done for me has been sensational Heather. I'm sorry if you feel guilty about it, but I certainly don't feel you've been using me.'

I kissed her on the mouth again, then kissed both eyes, tasting the saltiness of her tears. That stopped her sobbing and she just looked at me for a moment or two before saying. 'You're not just big for your age, you're also very mature. But you must want more than I've done for you. I mean you must want sex properly.'

'I suppose so, but I can't imagine how it could be much better than what you do.' Then, without even thinking about what I really meant, I added. 'But I'd like to be able do something for you Heather. I mean not leave it to you to do things to yourself.'

Although they were still moist, I saw a sparkle return to her eyes and she smiled as she said. 'And on top of everything else, you're very sweet too. But I'll have to think about that. Now I'd better go.'

The weather continued fine and warm for the next week or so and she came out to me two or three times. Each time, and often at other times too, my hands itched for another feel of her breasts, and in my mind I tried to imagine what it would feel like to slip my fingers up into her pussy. But she gave not the slightest indication she had even thought about what I'd suggested, doing no more than she had at our first meetings, masturbating and sucking me off.'


Chapter 6

Advanced Classes

I had become so involved in recounting the events of those long ago years that I didn't hear what Katherine has said. 'Pardon?' I said.

'I just said, then I suppose things moved on to a higher level.'

'Mmm, they certainly did. But let me top up our glasses first.' Then having done that I continued my story.

'Then we started to see the first signs of the changing seasons, when I got up one morning I noticed a decided chill in the air and by mid afternoon clouds had started to build above the surrounding hills. Knowing that the migratory birds would have felt the change too and that they would start to gather together in preparation for their mass departure, as soon as I'd done my homework I hurried out to watch them.

A couple of the local farmers were also keen bird-watchers and left their stubble unploughed for a bit longer than others did, just so they could see the various birds the feed attracted. I had been watching the activity in one field for quite some time when I heard a car approaching. Even though I felt sure it was her, and was excited by the thought of what she was going to do for me, in a funny sort of way I was disappointed that my enjoyment of what was going on in the field was being cut short.

But then of course I didn't know what she had in mind.

She always took care to leave the car somewhere out of sight, so she wouldn't have to answer any awkward questions from nosy parishioners. But that evening she seemed to take even more care than usual and when, after quite some time she still hadn't appeared, I went looking for her. She had managed to get the car into a small area where the fields of two separate farms joined, the overgrown wind-breaks providing perfect cover from almost every direction.

When I broke through the undergrowth I saw her standing beside the car, she had obviously been waiting for me. She was wearing her raincoat, but I put that down to the threatening weather, not daring to hope that like that other time she was again naked.'

'I was beginning to think I'd have to come looking for you.' she said, then, looking skywards, added. 'I don't like the look of those clouds, I think we'd better get into the car.'

She opened the rear door, telling me to get in first and my excitement rose when I saw she had spread a large towel across the seat. 'I think we're safe from prying eyes here, especially if it starts to rain. Move over and get your things off.' she said as she slipped out of the raincoat and slid in beside me.

She was naked - and even as I struggled out of my shorts and underpants I felt my cock rising at both the sight of her and the anticipation of what was to come.

'I've been thinking about what you said, about wanting to do something for me.' she said as she settled back. I hardly heard what she was saying because I couldn't take my eyes off her body, especially her breasts and the thick mass of curling hair at the base of her stomach. 'And I've been remembering how excited I got when you touched me, caressed my breasts. Would you like to do that again?'

'Oh yes! Yes please!' I stammered, still not able to tear my eyes from them.

'You can kiss and suck on them too if you'd like to.' she added, and in case she suddenly changed her mind, I immediately took her breasts in my hands and pressed my face down between them. To this day I can remember the feel of her skin and the smell of her as I squeezed, nuzzled and kissed the firm flesh.

My feverish onslaught made her squirm and giggle. 'Slow down Craig, slow down, there's no rush.'

Then she showed me how she liked to be touched, when to softly caress, and when to squeeze more firmly, then, as her nipples stiffened, she asked me to kiss and gently suck them.

I thought I was in heaven, and of course my cock had instantly responded, pressing against my stomach as I bent over her, then my growing excitement making it throb and jerk. 

I hadn't consciously learned how to slow down my reactions to her touch, but although the level of excitement I felt was just as powerful, I did seem able to last a little longer each time we were together. Certainly that time I didn't explode the moment she slipped her hand between us, as I had the first time I'd seen her naked. But given the thrills I was getting from what I was doing, and the way her fingers stroked and squeezed, it was still only a matter of minutes before I felt it coming.

She must have been waiting for it, because just as I felt the rising surge she pushed my head away from herself, bent low and slipped her lips over my cock-head. She again relaxed her throat so that as the force of the first rush made my hips jerk upwards, my cock was able to bury itself deep inside. The first couple of loads must have jetted straight down her throat, then, having taken those, she began to suck hard, apparently determined to completely drain me.

Once she was satisfied I'd finished she sat up, smiling as she licked the traces of semen from her lips. 'There, that's better isn't it. Now we can relax and enjoy ourselves.'

I remembered what she'd said on the other occasion. 'Don't worry, you'll last longer next time.' And also remembering what we'd done together afterwards, wondered what she had in mind for us this time.

I didn't have to wait to find out, giving me no time to recover from the force of my climax she lay back, and taking my hand, guided it down to the warm moistness between her legs.

The reality was ten times better than the fantasies I'd conjured up when getting myself off while thinking about her. For one thing, I hadn't imagined that her inner thighs could feel even softer, silkier than her breasts. For another, I'd had no idea that just the smell of her sexual arousal would itself be a powerful aphrodisiac. Then there was the knowledge that she actually wanted me to do it, liked me doing it.

Having given me a little time to get used to feeling her she rested her hand on top of mine, then, murmuring words of guidance and encouragement took my fingers on a guided tour of her sex. I discovered that the clinging folds of her pussy-lips were actually made up of two different layers, and that when I lightly stroked and caressed them they grew moist and got more swollen.

In spite of having only just come, I felt my cock reacting strongly to all the new and wonderful sensations I was experiencing and found myself trying to imagine what it would actually feel like to push it between those puffy folds and into the velvety passageway inside.

But just then she finally moved my fingers up to the swollen bud of her clitoris. 'You have to remember that it's incredibly sensitive, much more so than your cock. So when you touch it always use a very light touch. Some women can stand it to be firmer when they're about to come, but wait for some sort of sign of that's what she wants.

Now, let's see what you can do.'

Remembering what she'd said about the ultra-sensitivity of the clitoris, and that she'd left my introduction to it until last, I started by slipping my fingers back down over the puffy folds, stroking them, slipping one finger up between them, pushing it in and out like a miniature cock. At the same time I used my other hand to cup one breast, squeezing it, then bending my head down and sucking on the stiffened nipple.

In all the times I'd fantasised about doing it, fondling and sucking her breasts while I had my fingers inside her pussy, I'd never imagined it would be as exciting as the reality. If she hadn't got me off before she let me do it, I simply wouldn't have been able to control myself, and even so I felt my cock throbbing and a steadily growing ache as my balls refilled.

But I was far more interested in her reactions than my own, although my inexperienced touch must have seemed clumsy, her body reacted to it, and that time I was in a much better position to observe what happened.

I could tell she was liking what I was doing when she began to squirm and moan. A bit later I noticed her neck and face had become flushed and although I wasn't sure, it felt as though her breasts had become firmer too.

Taking those clues to mean she was starting to work up towards an orgasm I finally let my fingers slip out of her pussy and began to lightly stroke her clitoris. Her responses immediately got much, much stronger, her breathing shorter, almost gasping. After a couple of minutes her nipples seemed to have got even harder, like spiky pieces of leather, and the flush I'd noticed, deepened, spreading down over her upper chest.

I suppose I had expected her climax to be similar to mine, an explosive release, immediately followed by a tailing-off, but of course it wasn't like that at all. In fact I wasn't really sure that she actually reached a peak, it seemed to me that instead of that, she was experiencing a series of rolling waves of incredibly intense pleasure.

Remembering how wonderful it felt when she took my cock in her mouth, and wanting to do the very best I could for her, when they finally seemed to be slackening off I asked if she'd like me to do what she had for me, with my mouth.

'All women love to have a man do with his tongue what your fingers are doing Craig.' she murmured throatily. 'But I'd better warn you, some men find even the idea of that, well, unpleasant.'

'Unpleasant? Why would they think that?' I asked in amazement.

'Oh I think some are put of by the smell of a woman when she's sexually excited. We secrete quite a bit of fluid too, you know, lubricant.'

I had found the smell intoxicating, and couldn't imagine she'd produce any more fluid than the semen I'd pumped down her throat.

'I think the smell is really sexy, and I want you to feel as good as I do when you do it to me.' I said as I pushed myself down and kneeled on the floor.

Realising how little space I had she bent one leg and slid the other sideways off the seat, giving me my first completely unobstructed view of her pussy.

Against the almost stark whiteness of her thighs and stomach, her pubic hair was a dark, matted bush, and peeping out from between it I could see the delicate outer lips of her vagina, glistening faintly. I'd never seen a real one before, only anatomical drawings in school books, and I remember thinking how inaccurate they were, giving no indication of its beauty. It was exquisite, like a tropical fruit or flower. It also seemed amazing that something so delicate was capable of accepting a man's most forceful thrusting.

I reached up and touched it, just brushed my finger-tips very lightly over the softly folded lips, then leaned forward and gently kissed it. It was nice, just like a vertical pair of pursed lips, and as she gave a deep sigh, I kissed them again, pressing mine firmly against them. Then I began to lick her, at first just licking around the edges, then sliding my tongue down between them, feeling them unfold. When I stiffened it and probed deeper I felt her body reacting more strongly, and heard her soft moans of obviously increasing pleasure.

Still remembering what she'd said about the sensitivity of her clitoris I again avoided touching it until I was sure she was building towards another orgasm, and when I finally began to lick it I also started sliding one finger in and out of her pussy.

That combination obviously did the trick, her legs spread even wider apart, her hands reached down to grab hold of my hair, then she started giving a series of gasping grunts as her hips began to jerk up and down.

It seemed to go on for ages, she no sooner reached one peak than she appeared to start another, all the time holding my head tight up against herself and grinding her pussy against my mouth. But she eventually started to calm down and although she still held on to me, she relaxed her grip and pushed my head back away from herself. And although I had loved every second of what she'd let me do, by then I was really quite thankful for the chance to catch a few much needed breaths of fresh air.

It was only after I gulped a few of those down that I realised just how strongly I'd been affected by what I'd been experiencing. The ache between my legs was almost painful and looking down I saw the state my cock was in. It was sticking up like a pole, so rigid it was quivering from the pressure inside. Its head was like a balloon, a glossy purple balloon, and I could tell by the strength of the aching that my balls were full, so full that some of the stuff was already seeping from the tip of my cock.

'That was absolutely fantastic Craig.' she whispered hoarsely. 'I could tell you enjoyed doing that, and you're going to make a lot of women very happy. Now, how are you feeling?' she asked as she let one hand drop down between us and reached for my cock.

I grunted as her fingers brushed against it, sending shock waves of pleasure right through me.

'I guessed as much.' she said when she felt how hot and hard it was. 'Let's see how you like this. Just push back while I get more comfortable.'

With that she pushed herself down along the seat, bending both legs so she could get her upper body flat down on It., her head propped up on the arm-rest of the door. 'Now the tricky bit. Can you kneel on me, I mean get one knee on either side of me?'

I still didn't have the faintest idea what she was trying to do, but was happy to do whatever she suggested, no matter how odd it seemed at the time. There wasn't much head room and it wasn't easy, but I somehow managed to straddle her stomach, then she told me to ease myself forward. While I was getting myself up over her she had slipped her hands around behind me and as I wriggled forward I realised what she had done, and more importantly, thought I knew what she was going to let me do.

Her hands were covered with pussy-juice, which she smeared over the inner curves of her breasts. 'Now try that.' she said as she pushed her breasts closer together.

Easing a little further forward I pushed my cock-head into the slippery valley between them, then, tentatively at first, began to thrust back and forth. She smiled up at me, watching the expression on my face changing in response to what I was feeling. It was unbelievably exciting, not only was I getting completely new, quite electrifying sensations from my cock, but I found that I enjoyed having her watching me.

'Is that nice?' she asked once she felt I had settled into a steady rhythm.

'Unbelievable!' Was again the only word I could think of as an answer.

The way she was holding her breasts together was already providing more than enough stimulation, but as she picked up the rhythm of my movements she increased the thrills I was feeling by pressing them tighter each time I pulled back. The sensations were indescribable and I heard myself gasping as my excitement increased more and more.




Katherine Ch. 05-06



Although I wasn't really thinking about anything but the feelings coursing through me, I noticed that my cock-head seemed to have become even more bloated, turning a darker, even glossier purple. Then I realised that as my excitement grew, and my cock responded, the friction between it and her enfolding breasts was increasing, there was a sort of snowball effect going on. The friction made my cock bigger, the growing mass increased the friction, in turn producing even stronger stimulation. As well as all that I was also getting a sharp, bruising feeling each time my tightly swollen balls bumped against the underside of her breasts.

'Ah yes, now I can tell how good it is for you.' she said a couple of minutes later. 'The look on your face says it all, and it feels as though your cock has got even bigger, and it's much harder too.'

After a few more minutes of sheer bliss the intensity of my reactions must have increased so much that she could tell I was getting close to climaxing. 'From the feel of things you're nearly there, you're going to come quite soon, aren't you?'

'Yes, I think so.' I muttered as I felt the first actual signs of the rising surge.

'Right, push further forward, push it into here.' she said, lifting her head and opening her mouth.

Of course in that position I couldn't get it right inside and anyway by then I didn't really need any more stimulation, but the feel of her lips grazing over my cock-head produced it, and after only a few electrifying thrusts I felt the start of the unstoppable surge, then the heady rush as the churning mass seared up through me.

The first load was truly explosive, and as I lunged forward, ramming my balls hard up against her breasts, I watched it jet deep into her mouth. A second later it was followed by another, then I heard myself grunting, thrusting mindlessly as more and more hot, sticky semen pumped out of me.

She gulped it down, sucking and swallowing hard and fast. But even though it was my second climax in a pretty short time there was still more than she could cope with, and the surplus frothed and dribbled from the corners of her lips.

It took me few minutes to recover from the strength of what I'd experienced, but when I had, I lifted myself off, and knelt on the floor beside her. I kissed her still sticky lips, then I kissed her breasts, then her stomach, then her thighs. I wanted to kiss every single part of her, wanted in some way to let her know how much indescribable pleasure she had given me. Wanted to try to give her just as much.

So it seemed only natural to pull her around towards me, lift her leg, slip my head up between her thighs, and start to kiss and lick her pussy all over again.

'Oh God no! Not again!' she protested weakly. But her body's reactions gave me different signals, her legs opening, then her pussy-lips unfolding at the first touch of my tongue.

Her reactions were even stronger than they had been the other times. Right from the moment she realised I wasn't going to take any notice of her half-hearted objection, I got the feeling she had abandoned all control of herself. She slumped down in the seat, lifted and spread both legs wide apart and reached down to take hold of my head.

And knowing she was enjoying what I was doing made me much more confident that time. I teased and tickled her clitoris with my tongue, and while one hand reached up to fondle and squeeze her breasts, I firmly thrust two fingers of the other in and out of her pussy.

Of course I had no way of knowing what was going on inside her head, maybe she was fantasising about being fucked by some film or sports star, maybe by some nameless hunk, or perhaps she was simply overwhelmed by the physical sensations. But I could smell, feel and hear what was happening to her body, and I got a real sense of elation from knowing I was doing it for her.

Within a few minutes she was moaning softly, then her body began to writhe as she murmured words of enjoyment or encouragement. She seemed to stay at that level for quite a while, every so often I'd feel a shiver run through her and she'd gasp or give a deeper moan, but it was some time before I could tell she'd moved up to a higher plateau of enjoyment.

Her hands gave me the first clue, they seemed to be holding my head just a little more firmly, not pulling it against herself as she had earlier, but gently exerting a positive pressure. Then I noticed that her breathing had become faster, sharper, interspersed with little grunts. Taking those as signals that she was starting to build up to her climax I gradually intensified my actions, feeling her nipple stiffening as I squeezed her breast more firmly, and her hips pushing forward each time my fingers thrust deeper.

Remembering what she had said about how some women liked their clitoris to be pressed more firmly when they approached orgasm, I gave it a try. Her reaction was instantaneous. 'Oh! Oh yes, like that! Do it like that Craig!' she cried as my tongue began flicking it.

Pleased that I had guessed right I pressed on, one hand squeezing, two fingers thrusting and my tongue going as fast as it could. And the results were dramatically different from either of her other climaxes.

Unlike those, when I'd not been able to pick a particular moment when she had peaked, that one seemed to hit her as explosively as my own climax did. Instead of a series of gasping grunts, she gave a sharp, high pitched shriek, and, as her hips jerked up and down, finally pulled my head hard up against herself

She was holding my head so tightly that I couldn't continue using my tongue and she had my fingers jammed inside her, so I did the only thing I was able to do. As she started jerking her hips up and down, I tried sucking her clitoris. From the sound of her cries and the way her body began to writhe about, it was obviously the right thing to do for her, so I continued.

For a while I thought she was caught in an endless loop of pleasure, and began to wonder how long I could actually keep going. Then, after what seemed an absolute age, she suddenly doubled herself forward and, letting go of my head, reached down between us.

The freedom to move meant I could not only breathe more easily but could also thrust my fingers into her pussy, and as her body was still responding, I did just that. She whimpered, and remembering how good it felt when she sucked me dry, I did the same for her, sucking and thrusting as hard as I could.

It was only when I felt her fingers close around my cock that I realised why she had done what she had. Until then I hadn't even realised it was hard again, I had been concentrating so much on what I was doing for her I hadn't felt what was happening to myself. She gave a grunt of unsurprised satisfaction when she felt it was fully erect and, keeping time with my thrusting fingers, began to pump it.

Unlike the other times when she'd masturbated me, that time there was none of her usual delicacy or finesse, that time she was simply getting me off, as quickly and efficiently as she could.

Maybe it was feeling it building inside me that got her more excited, maybe it was purely fortuitous timing, but as I felt myself getting closer and closer to the critical moment I heard her own gasping cries quickening. Then I felt the heady rush, the momentary pause, then I exploded yet again. And, as she felt the first load of hot, sticky semen spurting out, she gave a sharper, louder cry and shoved herself forward, again jamming her pussy against my mouth. A split second later I found it was suddenly filled with fluid, and, quite automatically, I swallowed it.

And having felt the force of my initial discharge and heard my muffled grunt of relief at the release of the built-up pressure, she tightened her grip and slowed her strokes, pumping strongly until she was satisfied she'd extracted every last drop.

After what we had done to each other it was understandable that we were both in some sort of hazy, semi-consciousness for quite a while. I lay with my head resting on her stomach, my hand drifting over her skin, feeling her fingers slowly running through my hair.

So I'm not sure how long it was before she suddenly brought me back to reality when she said. 'Blast! It's raining!'

At first I didn't understand the reason for her irritation, but certainly did when she added. 'I have to get some fresh air through the car, it smells like a brothel.'

I had been so excited by the initial smell of her arousal that I hadn't thought about the problems it might cause her later. And of course on top of her odours I'd added mine, and although she'd swallowed most of the semen from my first two climaxes all of the third had gone on to the carpet.

Realising the problems, I stirred myself. 'Did you bring any damp towels with you this time?'

She grinned down at me, then giggled as she answered. 'Of course. I don't come unless I'm prepared.'

'In that case you should have brought three sets.' I replied cheekily.

Her expression softened and she brushed my face with the back of her hand. 'I certainly wasn't prepared for that. You were wonderful Craig. I hope that when you find a girl of your own age she is one who will really appreciate what a wonderful lover you are.'

Then her voice became more businesslike and she said. 'But now let's get cleaned up as best we can. You'll find a plastic bag on the floor in front.' Then as she pulled herself upright, she gave a chuckle and said. 'Well, at least nobody would have been able to see what we were up to.'

I saw what she meant, between us we'd generated so much heat that the windows had become completely steamed up.

Luckily for us by the time we'd finished towelling ourselves, wiping my semen off the carpet and struggling back into our clothes, the rain had eased sufficiently to allow us to open the doors and windows.

It was only then that I realised what the time was, we had been at it for nearly two hours, and I for one, was going to have some explaining to do when I got home.

'Do you realise what time it is?' I said anxiously.

She looked down at her watch. 'Oh shit!' It was the first time I'd heard her swear, and that in itself told me that she too was in trouble. 'I should have been back half an hour ago. I'll have to think of something. How about you?'

'Oh I'll be all right, I'll get a bit of a blast, but I'll say I got caught in the rain, and had to take cover.'

'I'll need something better than that.'

'How about a car break-down?'

'How did I fix it again?'

'True. What about visiting friends?'

'We don't have any here, that's another of my problems.'

'A parishioner then?'

'That's a better idea, who?'

'What about my parents. You could drive me home, say you found me sheltering somewhere, that would strengthen my story. Then you could phone from there.' I added excitedly as the rest of the story came to me. 'You could tell your husband you'd been a Good Samaritan, and my parents had asked you to stay for a drink, or something.'

'That sounds terrific. Can we get away with it?'

'Course we can. So long as you can lie convincingly to your husband.'

'I've done that quite a bit lately Craig.' she replied in a much more serious tone.

'So, once more?'

'So once more won't matter, right?'

I just nodded, and that's exactly what we did. And we did get away with it, but we'd both got such a scare that we were much more careful about watching the time from then on.

During the drive to my place Heather said when she'd next be able to get away, and then added that as it seemed a good spot, she'd park the car in the same place. A couple of minutes later she asked. 'Do you go out bird-watching in the Winter?'

'Not as often.'

'Then if we're going to continue to meet, we'd better do some thinking about an excuse for you, and also see if we can think of somewhere that's less cramped than the back seat of the car.'

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"You'll see once they're inside." I answered. Katherine reached down for the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. 

"Panties first." I said, "but not all the way." Katherine put her purse on the desk and retrieved her silky panties. She slid them onto her legs and pulled them up to her mid-thighs. She pulled her skirt back up and held it in her hand. She had such a beautiful love triangle. I nodded and handed her the Ben-Wa balls. Parting her love petals, she slid the two small eggs into her still moist pussy. I reached down and caressed her pussy and then slid her panties up to cover her love nest. She let her skirt down and adjusted it. 

"Now what?" she asked. 

"Now we go." I said holding out my arm and she slid her hand under my elbow as she picked up her purse. As she began to walk, Katherine felt the little eggs move in her body and as they touched and rubbed her pussy, she gasped as she felt her body flush with excitement and her juices start to flow. Each step caused the eggs to move and stimulate her pussy. It was most pleasant but sometimes the balls moved just a certain way and wow - what a feeling. Katherine had never been so conscious of her pussy, except during love-making. By the time we got to the front door, her legs were quivering and her face flushed. The guard looked up at her and said good-night. As she turned to reply, the little eggs did their trick and she gasped loudly as she spoke and a powerful orgasm rippled through her beautiful body.

"Are you all right?" the guard asked as she flushed red with embarrassment.

"Yes, I'm fine thanks." she said, her voice very shaky as she fought to compose herself in front of the guard. Again she'd felt the power of trying to control her emotions when her body was out of control. I smiled at the guard as I wrapped my arm around her and we walked out into the cool evening air. Katherine recognized my car in the driveway but was surprised to see a beautiful, young woman holding the door open for us. She was in her twenties, a bit taller than herself, exceptionally pretty, with long, blond hair and what were obviously very, very large breasts. 

The woman was dressed in a tight uniform like that of a chauffeur. She wore the cap cocked to one side, a black vest, buttoned only near the bottom, revealing her very full cleavage, leotard briefs over her fishnet stockings and black high-heeled shoes. She was stunning and Katherine felt a bit jealous. 

"This is S." I said as we stepped into the car. S smiled at me but ignored Katherine.

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Katherine Ch. 06



Ch. 06: Public Exposure Again

This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order.

Once I was seated in the car, S closed the door and went around to the driver's side. As she began to drive, I opened the sun roof and off we went. Katherine had driven with me before but always in the front seat when I'd had to pay attention to my driving. 

"I didn't know you had a chauffeur," she said, "and such an attractive one at that." she added.

"Not jealous, are you?" I teased her. "S is on loan for the weekend. I'm sort of looking after her for a friend while he's away. Besides she's a pretty good driver." I explained as I placed Katherine's hand on my crotch. She stroked me as we drove to her apartment. 

"I'll pick you up at 8:00." I said as S opened the door for her. She smiled at me as she got out. As she slid out of the car, I held her hand and she turned to face me. 

"You know the dress you wore to Stacey's party?" I asked.

"You mean the one without the back?" she teased. I smiled as I nodded.

"Yes. That's the one. Wear it tonight with these." I said as I handed her a flat box that I pulled from a pocket under the console. 

"Thank you." she said as she accepted the gift. "See you at 8:00." she said as she stood up looking at S. As she rose, the eggs moved in her body and she felt herself flush as a small orgasm rippled through her body. 

"Bring your other gift in their box." I said as she left to climb the steps, her legs shaking as she walked and the eggs arousing her insides. 

"Home." I said to S and she closed the door and climbed into the driver's seat. I watched Katherine as she tried to control her body as she walked up the stairs with some difficulty. 

Katherine was pleased to see me in a tuxedo when I arrived at her door. She stood before me wearing a simple but elegant evening dress. It had puffy sleeves, a high neck and the body was made of a smooth material that clung to every curve of her magnificent body. The hem came to just above her knee with a stylish slit over her leg that ran all the way to the edge of her lovenest. In back, it buttoned at the neck and from her waist a sash ran over her hips on either side crossing at the base of her spine. The entire back of the dress was open. Her hair was beautifully brushed and she wore a beaded clip that accentuated her beauty. She was breathtaking as she stood before me. 

"You look incredibly sexy." I complimented her as I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. 

"Thank you." she said. "I wore your gift." she said. "Talk about convenient." she teased me. 

"How do they fit?" I asked as I sat down on the sofa. 

"Good." she replied. "I hope the tops don't show. I feel positively scandalous."

"Let's see." I said. Katherine stepped back and modeled her dress for me. She looked wonderful. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders and her bare back was unbelievably sexy. As she turned slowly, she reached down and pulled the hem of her dress up over her satiny thighs. She was wearing a pair of crotchless pantyhose that left both of her holes completely available. Smiling, I motioned her forward and she stepped up beside the sofa as she let the dress fall back into place. Katherine gasped as I slid my hand into the slit over her thigh and ran it up the inside of her leg. She sucked in her breath as my fingers reached her naked pussy. I stood up and kissed her as I let my hand slide from between her thighs. She took my arm and we headed for the door. 

S drove us to one of my favorite clubs. As we left the car, I looked at S and said sternly, "Don't forget." S nodded. As we walked into the club, Katherine wondered what that had all been about. During dinner she asked me. 

"S has a very promiscuous nature - especially, with what in the old days were called, domestic help; gardeners, chauffeurs, maids, maintenance people. Her master has been trying to break her of that bad habit. When she misbehaves, he punishes her but she seems to do it so that he will punish her. He's asked me to do the punishing and perhaps that will get her to stop. I'm sure she is out there fucking one of the drivers or attendants." I explained. 

As we dined, I did not tease Katherine as I had done the other time but when we danced I did caress her back and at times slide my fingers into the back of her dress, cupping her firm asscheeks as we glided across the dark dance floor. Whenever I did this, I could feel her grind her pelvis against my cock. When we returned to the table, Katherine slipped her shoe off and teased my cock with her foot under the table. 

I excused myself for a moment and went to check on S. As expected, she had someone in the front seat of the car. I returned to Katherine and we finished our coffee. Katherine remembered back to our last dinner out and her loins began to get moist. 

At the end of dinner, we went out to the driveway. S drove up and the attendant opened the door for us. I looked at S in the rearview mirror and she looked like the cat who had just eaten the canary. As we drove off, I told S to turn into the alley behind the restaurant. 

"Stop the car and get the door." I instructed. S slid out of the car and came around to open my door. As the beautiful, young chauffeur stood next to me on the pavement, Katherine could not see S's face but only her body, from her huge chest, down. She watched to see what was going to happen. 

"Open." I said and S lifted her foot up and placed it inside the car on the seat next to me. Her thighs were parted and she reached up to the hip of her briefs and undid the lone button. Her leotard briefs opened and Katherine could see that S wore a pair of crotchless stockings like the ones she was wearing. Katherine sat awed by how this beautiful woman stood outside in the open, her pussy bared as she and I sat looking at her. S was trembling as the sweet scent of her cum drifted into the car. 

"Would you like to feel her pussy?" I asked Katherine but she shook her head. I slid my fingers into S's warm pussy and her body stiffened as I probed deep into her love hole. Katherine sat transfixed as I probed the young woman's body. She'd never seen someone else being caressed, except for make-out parties back in high school and they were always dressed. 

"How many?" I asked demandingly.

"None." came the reply, a bit too strenuously to be the truth. I pressed my fingers back into her pussy and repeated my question with a sharper tone in my voice. 

"None. I swear." she gasped as my fingers hurt her. 

"You're very wet." I informed her.

"I was playing with myself - to relieve the frustration." she lied weakly. 

I brought my thumb to her clit and with my nail began to apply pressure. As she tried to pull back I pulled her forward with my fingers still buried in her seething pussy. "How many?" I hissed as my nail scored her pussy and her legs shook. 

"None. I swear." she cried, the pain noticeable in her shaky voice. 

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to feel her body?" I asked Katherine but again she declined. 

"Close yourself up." I said to S with a note of disgust in my voice. Her fingers trembled as she pulled her leotard briefs back into place and buttoned them up. As S returned to the driver's seat, I wiped my fingers on a towel I kept under the seat for such occasions. She was relieved to have gotten away with her little escapade and smiled to herself. 

"Take us back to the club." I said and S turned pale, her smile disappearing quickly. S drove around to the front of the club and as she entered the drive I said, "To the limo-park." and S knew that the game was over. Silently she drove to the area where the other drivers waited with their cars. I let myself out and called over the other drivers. 

"Did any of you guys have the pleasure of sampling my driver tonight?" I asked as I pulled S out of the car. She stood frightened in front of them as several of the drivers looked at her with real lust in their eyes. I heard a few comments about what this one or that one would do with her if given the opportunity. S felt like a real piece of meat and that gave her a bit of a thrill. No one admitted to any contact with S and as she looked around, she was relieved that the guy she'd fucked was gone. She sighed with relief, hoping she'd actually gotten away with it. I released her arm and she sat back down in the car. As I walked around the car, I caught the eye of a woman driver standing on the edge of the group. She was quite beautiful and I recognized her as a driver for one of my associates. As I opened my door, she held her hand to her ear like a telephone and I nodded to her. 

"Let's go. You can drive us through the park." I said as I closed the door and turned my attentions to Katherine. The sun roof was still open and the night was warm, so I helped Katherine to stand up and we stood up through the open sun roof as we made our way through the traffic. I held Katherine in front of me as we drove slowly and the streets were crowded with window-shoppers and cars. Several convertibles and people standing up in limos were around us and it was a pleasant night. I slid my arms around Katherine's waist and then slipped one hand through the open back of her dress and fondled her breasts. She knew that no one could really see her but it excited her to know she was being touched so intimately in such a public place. 

I slid my palm down across her firm stomach and then down further to her seething love nest. She tried to spread her thighs a little further apart as she felt my cock press up against her firm ass. I slid my fingers between her swollen labia and began to fondle her pussy. Katherine reached down and slid her dress up a bit so that the top of the slit was above her mons and now she could lift her leg onto the seat and part her thighs for me. S watched in the rear-view mirror as I fondled Katherine's sweet pussy. She herself was horny as hell and started to caress herself as she drove.

Katherine moved her arm around behind her and cupped my cock in her palm. I slid my hand out of her dress and she turned around to face me as we drove. We kissed deeply as she ground her pussy against my cock. S turned into the park and we left the traffic behind. Just then the phone rang. 

"Excuse me a moment." I said as I lowered myself back into the car. Katherine remained standing as I answered the phone. 

"Hello." I said as I picked up the receiver.

"This is Anna." the voice at the other end said. "I drive for Mr. Binghamton. I just saw you at the club." she said.

"Yes, I remember." I replied. 

"You wanted to know if any of the drivers had been with your chauffeur tonight." she said. 

"Yes, do you know something that I should know?" I asked. 

"Jeff, one of the rental agency drivers was with your driver tonight." she said.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, first I saw him at your car and then he was bragging about it to some of the other drivers. He said she was a great fuck." she said. "Oh excuse me. I didn't mean to use that word." she apologized.

"It's OK. Would you please repeat the entire thing to me. I want to make sure I got it right." I asked. I turned on the speaker phone so S could hear it. 

"Yes. I know that Jeff, from one of the rental agencies screwed your driver tonight in the parking lot." she repeated. S turned white. I shut off the speaker. 

"Thank you. And please thank Mr. Binghamton for me. I will remember your integrity and if I can ever do something for you, please call on me." I said and hung up. I made a mental note to follow up on Anna. She was a beautiful woman with a very nice body. It was a shame that Binghamton was so stuffy and kept her so modestly dressed all the time. That could be remedied.

S looked up pleadingly in the mirror. "Just drive." I said with a heavy threat in my voice. 

As I looked up, I could see that Katherine had again lifted the front of her dress a bit, exposing her sweet pussy for my pleasure. I ran my hand over the back of her leg and lifting her foot, I removed her shoe and placed her foot on the seat beside me. She leaned against the edge of the sun roof as she shifted her weight. I removed her other shoe and placed her foot on the other side of me. I gazed up at her spread thighs as she stood above me, her upper body still outside the car. I pressed the button and the sun roof began to close until it trapped her beautiful body and it was impossible for Katherine to lower herself back into the car. I slid between her open thighs and turned to sit on the small "jumpseat" that folded down from the back of the front bench. I slid my palms up the backs of Katherine's open thighs and pressed my tongue to her sweet pussy. I could feel her body tremble. 

"Take us out of the park, but slowly." I instructed S but Katherine could not hear me. I squeezed her asscheeks as my lips sucked on her love button. Katherine's body began to buck and her hands pounded the roof of the car as her body shook with a powerful orgasm. 

S watched in the mirror as I buried my face in Katherine's seething womanflesh. Her own hand descended between her thighs and then slid into her briefs. She played with herself as she watched me suck on Katherine and thought about how I was going to punish her when we got home. 

As we neared the edge of the park, we got into some light traffic and Katherine began to panic as we mingled with other cars. She tried to smile nonchalantly as her insides gushed with her sweet love juices. A limo pulled up beside us with some high school prom-goers standing up waving to people through the sun roof of their car. I saw them and went after Katherine's clit with my tongue. She gasped and pounded the roof of the car as her insides exploded. The kids looked over at her as they heard the sound of her fists on the roof. 

"Hi, how are you doing?" the young girl in the next limo asked. Katherine smiled at her and tried to answer but lost it when my tongue flicked across her erect clit and again her body convulsed. She slammed her fists down again as her body flushed out of control. 

"What are you doing?" the girl asked innocently. Then she looked down through the window of my car and realized that Katherine was not alone in the back seat of the car. "Oh, OH!!" she exclaimed as yet another orgasm rippled through Katherine's body. 

"Stop it." she hissed down at me as the other limo pulled behind us in the traffic. "Let me down." she screamed under her breath as she realized that even though it was dark, the headlights of the limo would silhouette her spread thighs and my head buried between them. I kept her up there for a few more moments and then opened the sunroof to let her back in. As Katherine tried to lower her body back into the car, I held her ankles firmly so that she had to squat across my lap. Quickly I held my finger to her lips to keep her from speaking. Her hair was wind-blown and her face flushed with passion.

"You have no idea how incredibly sexy you look right now and how much I enjoy your magnificent body. You are so responsive." I complimented her. I could see she was pleased with the compliment but still a bit agitated by the way I'd again pleasured her body in public.

"Don't worry about the kids - you may have provided them with a real education or at least an inspiration. Besides, I've always felt that teens should be guided into the pleasures of sex by someone older and more experienced, whose body knows how to respond and give pleasure." I said. Katherine looked down at her split thighs as she squatted across my lap. 

"I need you inside me - NOW!" she said. Sliding back on my legs she opened my pants. Reaching in, she retrieved my cock and stroked it gently, tickling it with her long fingernails. She adjusted her dress slightly and then able to fully spread her firm thighs, she slid back toward me, guiding my shaft between her swollen love petals. She reached up through the sunroof and grasped the edges for balance. Raising her hips slightly, she lay her head back and slid her tight pussy all the way down my rigid shaft. I placed my palms on her open thighs and teased her firm flesh as I stroked my thumbs down the insides of her thighs to her open pussy. 

Katherine slid her feet under the seat back and started to ride my cock. As she pumped her pussy up and down my rod, her head continually bobbed out of the sunroof. Her muscles grasped at my rod as she fucked me. Her face was filled with lust as she plunged over and over again onto my raging cock. I teased her clit as I felt my cum start to boil. 

Seeing me smile, Katherine redoubled her efforts as she impaled herself on my cock. Feeling my cock about to explode, I thrust up hard into her twitching pussy, raising her head out of the car as I filled her seething cunt with my cum. Katherine's insides flooded with her own sweet juices as she realized we were in the middle of traffic and her face was a mask of sexual lust as her body convulsed uncontrollably with a powerful orgasm. I lowered her back into the car as I came to rest on the seat. Only the top of her head was out of the car as I wrapped my arms around her panting body. She bent her knees alongside of me and ducked into the car. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me lustfully as I caressed her back and she ground her pussy on my cock. 

"Home." I said to S and she turned the car for home. Katherine remained impaled on my shaft for the short ride home. When we arrived, S opened the door and Katherine eased her body off of mine. She reached out to close my pants, but I eased her body to sit beside me. 

I turned to S. "Clean me." I said and she bent into the car. Katherine watched as the beautiful blonde knelt in front of me on the floor of the car and licked my spent tool for several minutes as her head bobbed up and down. Katherine could hear the sounds of her slurping as S was forced to lick our cum from my spent tool. She then lifted her face from my crotch and guided my cock back into my pants and zipped me up. Katherine wasn't sure if she like the idea of another woman sucking on my cock, let alone watching it happen, even if it was fascinating. 

S stood up and held the door. I helped Katherine out of the car and then turning to S said, "Park the car and go to your room. Wash yourself out and wait for me." S nodded silently as Katherine and I entered the house. 

To be continued....

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Katherine Ch. 07



Ch. 07: Intro to BDSM

This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order.

Once inside the house, I took off my coat and undid my tie. As we walked into the bedroom, I began to undress. Katherine came up to me and stroking my back said, "Let me help." and I smiled up at her. She reached around my body and began to unbutton my shirt. Then undoing my belt, she opened my pants and as I sat down she finished undressing me. 

"There are a couple of robes on the door in the bathroom." I said and Katherine retrieved them. One was long and the other short. She handed me the long robe and I slipped it on. 

"Your turn." I said and Katherine lifted her arms and placed her palms on her firm breasts and then slid them down over her body. Reaching behind her neck, she unfastened the one button that held her dress up and leaning ever so slightly forward, shook her upper body and the dress slid down off of her arms. In a second she'd slid it down over her hips and it fell to the floor. 

Katherine stood before me in high heels and crotchless stockings that accentuated the length and shape of her beautiful legs. Reaching down to the middle of her thigh she ran her palms over the sheer material and pulled the stockings all the way up. The dark elastic bands barely reached the edge of her sweet pussy. I held up the other robe and Katherine slipped it on.

I heard S down the hall in her room. "I must attend to S for a few moments. Why don't you get into the hot tub on the deck and I'll join you in a few minutes." I said. 

Katherine pouted. 

"You look jealous." I teased. "Don't worry. The last thing she is going to get tonight is any kind of pleasure." I added. "Do you want to come with me?" I asked. Katherine nodded.

I led her down the hall to the room where S waited. She sat kneeling on the floor, knees apart and hands behind her head, her fingers interlaced. Katherine was a little surprised to see her in that position. S was surprised and angry to see Katherine. 

"This is the position for punishment - one that S knows well." I said to Katherine.

Turning to S, I said, "Take off your jacket." S obeyed, unbuttoning her waistcoat and laying on the floor beside her. Katherine looked down at S's huge breasts with some envy. Her nipples were rockhard and Katherine was stunned when she saw a small gold ring had been pierced through each of the beautiful blonde's large nipples. S was humiliated to sit this way in front of another woman. 

I handed S two leather cuffs, each lined heavily with lamb's wool and she secured them tightly around her wrists. Each cuff had several metal rings. S placed her hands behind her head and waited. I picked up a bridle gag and wedged it into the beautiful girl's mouth. She bit into it, making it secure in her mouth. She lifted her long, blonde curls as I secured the strap behind her neck and then she let her hair down but kept her arms up. 

I walked around the blonde as she knelt on the floor in the position for punishment. I devised a plan. Reaching down to her huge tits I filled my hands with her firm titflesh. Closing my grip tightly around her massive melons, I pulled the young beauty to her feet. She screamed through her gag as she felt her body lifted up by her huge tits. Once on her feet, I walked her over to stand behind a padded bar about six feet long that stood attached to the floor in the middle of the room. Katherine looked at the blonde standing before her and could see the red marks left by my hands on S's firm titflesh. I walked over to a switch on the wall and pressed it. Two ropes descended from the ceiling on either side of where S stood.  

"Katherine, attach her wrists to those ropes with the clips on the ropes." I instructed. Katherine nervously walked up to S and taking the ropes attached the beautiful blonde's wrists to them. As I pressed the button again, S's arms were raised slightly on either side of her beautiful body. With her arms above her shoulders, we could see just how beautiful a figure S possessed. Her huge tits rode high on her chest as the muscles of her upper arm curved to join her magnificent breasts. 

"You know," I said to Katherine, "the most simple everyday items can make the best instruments of punishment." S began to squirm in her bindings. 

I picked up a box of thick rubber bands from the table. Wrapping one of the bands around my fingers, I snapped it hard against S's thigh. She screamed as a red mark appeared on her smooth skin. I then held it to her full breast and snapped it hard against her firm tit. She screamed again and Katherine looked at the red mark that appeared on her creamy white skin. She was frightened but fascinated by what she saw. 

The way S was tied, her body was bent slightly forward over the bar and her huge tits hung forward. I pulled the rubberband open and slid it over the mass of her huge tit. It closed tightly around her huge mam, pinching the skin slightly. I added several more bands around the base of S's full breast and she could feel the tightness of her binding. I did the same to her other breast. The bands were tight but not too tight. They could stay in place for several hours without doing any real damage. They would, however, cause a great deal of discomfort and later a great deal of pain. 

I turned to Katherine. "You see the bands will restrict the blood flow to her beautiful tits. They will darken and then fall asleep, much like the feeling when your foot falls asleep. That will be very uncomfortable. But in a few hours when I remove the bands, the blood flow returns and sensation in her tits will be extraordinary and quite painful. Her tits will feel like pin cushions." Katherine understood and so did S. She was a little worried. 

Walking back to the switch, I pressed it and S felt her wrists pulled up toward the ceiling and out to the sides. When she was at the desired height, I switched off the hoist. S felt the bar pressing across her hips just above her mons and below her waist. Her body was bent forward, her ass thrust back and her tits hung heavily below her chest. The added strain on her arms and chest pulled her tits tighter in their bindings and she winced in pain as she felt the bands begin to do their work. 

I handed Katherine two more cuffs like the ones on S's wrists. "For her ankles." I said and Katherine walked behind the bound beauty and attached the cuffs to her ankles. As she finished, I crouched next to her and nodding to her we each grasped and ankle and pulled S's legs out to the sides and attached the cuffs to two cords tied to the floor. S was spread eagle over the bar, her thighs pulled wide apart for our pleasure and her future punishment. 

I walked around in front of my suspended captive and licked her nipples. A shudder ran through her body. As an afterthought I turned to Katherine. "Bring me those two metal clips on the table." 

Katherine looked down at the clips and picking them up looked at them curiously. They were alligator clips like the ones used in electrical work. Katherine pinched the ends and saw how sharp the jagged teeth were. She winced as she let the clip close partially on her finger and a deep shudder ran through her body as she realized I was going to attach them to some part of S's suspended body. 

"This will add to her discomfort." I said, "I'll let her wear these until we return to punish her." Katherine wondered what the punishment would be like if this was only the preparation. 

"Would you like to attach them to her nipples?" I asked Katherine but she shook her head and held out the clips to me. I toyed with S's pert nipple, pinching and pulling it until it was rock hard. Opening the clip, I showed S just how sharp the teeth were and then pinching her nipple pulled it away from her body and slowly let the sharp teeth bite into her tender nub. The young blonde winced with pain as she felt the sharp teeth sink into her sensitive and very aroused nipple. My fingers closed on her other nipple and I repeated the process. 

Her tits looked grotesque as they were bound by the bands and now turning dark with lack of blood flow. Her nipple rings hung down and the sharp clips stood straight out from her tortured tits. 

"We'll be back to enjoy you later." I said as I put my arm around Katherine's waist, pulling her to me. "Right now we're going to go down the hall and enjoy each other." I teased as a tear ran down the young blonde's cheek as the pain in her chest, combined with the realization that she would have to hang there alone and frustrated for hours while I went to enjoy the sexual pleasures of another woman.

I pinched her full breast and S screamed in pain as her huge breasts began to become very sensitive. I traced my hand around her side and down over the beautiful swell of her firm ass. Tucking my fingers into the back of her leotard briefs I ripped then from her body. The force lifted her away from the bar for a moment as the last trace of her modesty was so brutally removed and then as she bounced back against the bar, her bound breasts shook hard as she felt the pain in her chest increase. 

As we slipped into the warm water of the hot tub Katherine looked at me. "Tell me about S." she requested.

"What do you want to know?" I replied. 

"Who is she? Why is she staying with you? What are going to do with her?" she asked.

"She belongs to a good friend of mine. She is staying here with me while he is away and I am going to punish her for her disobedience." I answered. 

"No, I really want to know more." she persisted. 

"Like I told you before, S has a promiscuous nature and her master has punished her several times. But she seems to like what he does and that he is doing it. He has asked me to discipline her using some of the things she likes because it gives her pleasure and some of the things she doesn't like because that is her punishment. It is a very delicate balance and it is hard not to cross the line. For example. She likes the bands around her tits but she did not like being lifted by them because that hurts but is not sexually arousing. In any event, he was hoping that by having me punish her, she would be a bit less indiscreet with her pussy." I explained.

"Has she ever been 'indiscreet' with you?" Katherine asked, a note of jealousy still creeping into her voice.

"She has been provided to me on various occasions by her master for my pleasure and that of others. The problem is not that she gets fucked around but that she does it on her own." I explained. 

"You're not...." Katherine stammered as she looked at me a bit worried.

"No. S's master does it as a sign of domination over her and because she enjoys it also. Have you ever seen the movie 'The Story of O'? I asked. 

"No, but I've heard about it." she replied. 

"We'll watch it on video later." I said as I slid my arms around her warm body. "It'll give you an idea of what is going on with S and her master.

"You seemed bothered first by S's presence today and then even more so when she sucked on my cock. You also weren't interested in touching her body. Have you ever been part of a menage a trois or made love to another woman?" I asked. 

Katherine blushed in embarrassment. "No." she whispered. 

"I want you to think about it. I think you might enjoy it." I said. 

After drying off and donning the robes again, we went into the den and I set up the video. "Please understand that this is about S and her master and not about you. The important thing to realize is that O succeeds and S has failed at least so far." I said to her.

We lay back on the sofa and watched the movie. Katherine was fascinated by what she saw. Her excitement was peppered with some fright and she was quite aroused. I could tell which parts of the movie aroused her the most by the way she stroked my cock as she watched. I made mental notes as her own juices flowed freely. 

"Something new for you tonight." I said as I led Katherine to a part of the house she'd not yet seen. As we entered the bedroom, Katherine saw a large bed in the corner and a bar like the one S was draped over in the middle of the room. I handed her a set of cuffs like the ones S wore and she looked a bit scared. I smiled at her and she strapped them on her wrists. I could see her hands shake with fear and excitement. 

"Sit on the bar." I said and Katherine sat on the padded bar. I untied the sash of her robe and she let it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. I attached two more cuffs to her ankles and then clipped them to the ends of a spreader bar that lay on the floor.

"You do like me available." she teased, her fear evident in her voice. 

"You're not half as available as you're going to be in a few minutes." I teased her as I lifted the spreader bar and my young captive fought for balance. She leaned forward and held onto her legs to keep from falling.

In the center of the spreader bar was a small hole into which I slid a hand crank. As I turned the crank, the bar extended and Katherine felt her legs being spread wide apart. She could not do anything to stop it and soon her thighs were spread almost to a full split. I smiled at her. I set the bar on a stool and then attached the ends to two ropes that came down from the ceiling. When I turned on the hoist, Katherine felt her legs being drawn to the ceiling. 

"Hey!" she yelled as her body fell backwards off the bar. I raised her until her head was over the height of the bar and her mouth was level with my cock. Her love hole was also level with my mouth. 

"This is convenient." she quipped trying to hide her excitement and her nervousness.  

"Yes it is." I teased as Katherine could feel the blood rushing to her head. "Now put your arms behind your back." I instructed and Katherine complied. I clipped her wrist cuffs together. 

"Are you going to whip me?" she asked with a little anticipation and a little fear mixed in her voice. 

"Only if you like." I said as I ran my fingers over her hanging tits. 

"Can I think about it?" she asked.

"Yes, but in the meantime..." I teased her as I pulled up a stool and sat down in front of her upturned mouth, my cock only inches from her lips and pointing straight at her mouth. Katherine opened her mouth to accept my cock. When she saw that I wasn't entering her mouth she strained to try to reach me but could not. 

"Need some help?" I asked.

"Yes, damn it." she snapped. "Don't tease me like this."

"Touchy, touchy," I chided her. "I'll help you but it may hurt you a little bit." I teased. 

"How?" she asked.

I reached out and began to pinch her nipples as she hung upside down before me. Her nipples were hard but I kept squeezing them. Finally I pinched both nipples and pulled her forward by her tender nubs until my cock grazed her lips. 

"Ow." she cried as I released my grip and she swung away from my cock. I could see her pout.

"Again?" I asked and she nodded. I reached for her nipples and this time pulled her all the way forward. Again she cried out but this time it was muffled as my cock slid all the way into her mouth. I let her swing back and forth as she tried to suck on my cock. As I slid forward to keep my rod in her mouth, I continued to pull and push on her nipples to keep her mouth sliding up and down the length of my shaft. 

Katherine sucked for all she was worth as I lowered my lips to her seething pussy. I teased her clit and felt her entire body convulse in a powerful orgasm. I teased her open pussy some more as she sucked on my ramrod. Then I released her tender nipples and as her body hung before me, my cock slid from between her soft lips. 

"I don't think I'll whip you." I said as I lifted my mouth from her pussy. "How about a plastic belt?" I suggested. 

"Can we stop if I don't like it?" she asked. 

"Of course. This is not punishment - it's for pleasure and excitement." I told her. 

I picked up a small piece of wood wrapped with some cloth. "Bite on this." I said as I placed it between her teeth. I picked up a plastic belt and doubled it over. I slid it across her smooth asscheeks and Katherine pulled her wrists out of the way. I hit her across her firm asscheeks and she screamed even though the stroke was not very hard. I hit her again on the other cheek and this time she did not scream. 

"Three more on each side." I said and Katherine nodded. Each stroke was a bit harder than the previous one and they fell across her now red cheeks. I put down the strap and kissed her sensitive ass. I then slid my tongue across her tight asshole and her body bucked with excitement. 

On the floor below her head was a metal plate and there was a similar one on the ceiling above her stretched open pussy. I wedged a wooden post into the plates and secured it. It ran directly behind Katherine's ass and head. I released her wrists and retied them around the post to a clip. 

Walking to the hoist I lowered Katherine's body. First she descended until her arms straightened and pulled tight. Then as the hoist lowered her, her body bent at the hips and her legs came forward as her back pressed firmly against the post. "Try to keep your knees straight if you can." I said.

I lowered her body until her legs stuck straight out parallel with the floor. Her ass looked delectable. I eased my cock back into her mouth as I began to tongue her ass and her pussy. The scent emerging from her loins was intoxicating. Bound the way she was she could not move at all as I teased her clit and asshole and orgasms ripped through her body. 

If I had been punishing Katherine I would have lowered her all the way to the floor and fucked her ass while she was still bound to the post. This would have been very uncomfortable and even painful. That was not my intent. Instead, I teased her ass for several minutes as she sucked on me and then I released her from her bindings. 

"I've decided that you are going to be S's punishment." I said as I led Katherine down the hall to the room where S hung suspended over the bar. 

"What does that mean?" she asked as we entered the room. S listened carefully to what we were saying.

"Just what it says. I'm going to use you to punish S. I'll even let you beat her if you like or make her pleasure your body in any way you like." I said. "You see S hates women. Beautiful women like you, she views as competition and others she holds in contempt. That's why I made her lick my cock - first because I was coated with your cum and second because I had chosen another woman over her." S knew I was right and both hated me and loved me because of it. 

"We will punish her both physically and emotionally. The physical punishment will be both to her body in general and to her tits and sex in particular. I think you will find it exciting." I continued. "How would you like to begin?" I asked Katherine. 

She didn't know what to do. I turned to S. "I've decided to use this beautiful woman to punish you tonight. You disobeyed and then lied about it - twice. For this you will be punished severely." I said. 

Turning to Katherine I said. "Why don't you take a closer look at her. She really has a splendid body." Katherine was a bit jealous but walked around S as she hung in her bonds. Her huge tits were dark in color from their bindings. 

"Touch them." I said and Katherine gently touched S's bound titflesh. Both women pulled away from her touch. "The circulation is severely restricted and her tits really hurt now. Watch her face." I said as I held S's huge tit in my hand. I slowly squeezed her mam and the girl screamed in pain. I eased my grip and then squeezed her other tit. Again she screamed. 

"Won't the neighbors complain?" Katherine asked.

"These rooms have been sound-proofed. She can scream as loud as she wants." I answered as I squeezed S's tit again and she howled into her gag. 




Katherine Ch. 07-08



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Chapter 7

The Church Hall

'It sounds as though things were starting to get serious.' Katherine interrupted after saying nothing during all that time. 'You certainly had an initiation that most boys would kill for. And I can fully understand why you developed the preferences you have. But I for one thank the lady for the excellent training she also gave you.' she added, leaning across to kiss me. 'Now tell me the rest please.

'Well I certainly thought about the things she had said, but in all honesty I thought even more about all the things that had happened in the back of the car. I just couldn't get the images, smells, sounds and feelings out of my mind, and for the next few days I seemed to have a permanent erection. I don't know how many times I jerked myself off, and it was amazing that I didn't rub my cock raw.

And if I'd known what was going to happen at our next meeting I probably would have.

Luckily there was no sign of rain on the evening we had arranged to meet, so although I had to promise my parents not to be out so long, I really had no problems getting away. As I hurried towards where she was to park I once again recalled what we'd done the last time and felt my cock stiffening in anticipation.

She had got there before me that time and was sitting in the back of the car. 'I wondered if you'd be allowed out.' she said as she opened the door to let me in. 'Did you get into trouble after I left?'

'Not really. They were worried that something might have happened to me, you know, that I might have fallen out of a tree or something. But I can't stay out as long.'

'Nor must I. But before I forget, did you try to think of somewhere for us to meet?'

'You have the keys to the church hall, don't you?'

'Of course I do. Oh, it's so obvious I don't know why I didn't think of that. And because people have to talk to me to book it I always know which nights it's not going to be in use.' She thought for a moment, then said. 'It's free tonight!' Then, sliding her arm around me and pulling me closer she smiled and said. 'But before we go, how about giving me a kiss.'

Her lips were soft, warm and welcoming, and as our mouths melded I suddenly realised that during all the times I'd thought about what we had done together I had never remembered her kisses. I suppose that given the flood and intensity of sensations I'd had from the other parts of her body it wasn't surprising they had been forgotten. But at that particular moment what her lips and tongue were doing for me seemed just as stimulating as anything else she had done.

I could tell from the increased intensity of her kiss that she was getting excited too and as I put one arm around her I slid the other hand up between us, fondling and squeezing her breast. But she only let me do that for a couple of minutes before pushing me away.

'Not here Craig'' she said breathlessly. 'Let's see if we can give ourselves a bit more room to move.'

She drove the car around to the back of the hall before parking. 'Just in case there are any nosey-parkers wandering around.' she said as we got out.

We hurried inside, she locked the door behind us and took my hand. 'We'll use the room at the back, it doesn't have any windows.' She explained as she led me down the hall. 'And there's a heater in there so when it gets colder we won't have to freeze.'

The room she referred to was used for a variety of things, as an office, a store, for changing, and sometimes for preparing refreshments, so a wide variety of equipment was kept there. Having turned on just one small light she went straight to one of the larger cupboards and pulled out a couple of foam mats. 'I'm sure the aerobics ladies won't mind us adding our perspiration to theirs.' she said, looking up and giving me a grin as she laid them down on the floor next to one wall.

'Now, how about another kiss.' she said as she straightened up.

I took her eagerly into my arms, feeling her pressing herself against me as our lips and tongues made up for the time lost in driving to the hall. I slid one hand up between us to her breast and the feel of her, plus the passion in her kiss, immediately started re-arousing my cock. And when she slid both hands down my back, gripped my bum and urged me forward against her grinding pelvis, I felt the growing length quickly hardening.

That time she didn't interrupt me and we kissed and fondled each other for a long, long time, and I could tell from her increasingly passionate responses that she was getting just as excited as I was. The combination of having her in my arms, plus the anticipation of what was to come sent the pressure inside me sky-high and I felt my cock throbbing like mad as it strained against my trousers. So in a way it was a relief to feel her break from my arms and hear her say. 'Let's get these things off Craig.'

I know it must sound silly but even after all the things we had done with each other I still found undressing in front of her a bit embarrassing, especially when I saw how keenly she watched my every move. But then I was watching her just as intently, feeling my level of excitement rising as she slipped the blouse off her shoulders then reached up behind her back to unclip her bra.

The sight of her breasts, their rosy tips already jutting sharply from the creamy globes, and the way they gently bounced and swayed with each of her movements sent it even higher. And as I struggled out of my clothes I found I just couldn't tear my eyes away from them, even when she dropped her skirt to the floor and pushed her panties down after it.

It was as though I was being drawn by some irresistible force and I found myself standing in front of her and whispering huskily. 'You are so beautiful Heather.' Then lifting my hands to cup their silky weight, then bending to kiss those beautiful breasts.

She stood quite still, and I heard her sigh when I took the stiffening nipple between my lips and licked and then gently sucked it. Then, almost of their own accord, my fingers began squeezing the firm flesh and the sigh turned to a sharper gasping sound. 

Recognising the amount of pleasure that was giving her I continued, moving my mouth back and forth from one breast to the other. And although I could feel sparks shooting up through my cock as it brushed against her thighs each time it twitched and jerked in response to my own rising arousal, I was in no hurry. The feel of her skin against my face, the lingering scent of her body, and most of all, knowing I was exciting her, were more than enough reward for the temporary sublimation of my own wants and needs.

At that moment what I was feeling didn't matter, I just wanted to do as much as I could for her, wanted to try to give her as much pleasure as she could stand.

So several minutes later, even though she was continuing to make those hoarse, gasping sounds, I dropped to my knees, leaving a trail of kisses down across her stomach. Then, moving her legs apart and gripping her buttocks for support, I slid mine forward between them, pushing them right through until my head was between her thighs and my mouth directly below her pussy.

What I did next was completely unlike what I had done the previous times, when I had started by teasingly licking all around her pussy. That time I simply arched myself upwards, clamped my opened mouth against her pussy, and as I dug my stiffened tongue deep inside, began sucking it, sucking it hard.

I heard the loud hissing sound of her sharply indrawn breath as I began, then she pressed herself down against my mouth, moving her hips back and forth, grunting softly each time her clit rubbed against my lips.

I was surprised at how quickly she reacted, it seemed no time at all before I felt several powerful tremors surging up through her body and her muscles tightening in response to what I was doing. The speed and strength of it thrilled me and gave me the confidence to continue, thrusting my tongue as deep as I could get it and swallowing the juices that filled my mouth each time I sucked.

Even though she put enormous pressure on my arching neck and shoulders as she pressed herself harder down against my mouth, I hung on and not long after that she actually had her first orgasm in that position.

'Now that really was an unexpected pleasure.' she gasped, panting for breath as she knelt down beside me. 'You have become a real expert at doing that Craig, you're going to make a lot of women very, very happy. Now, before we try anything else, let's see if I can do something equally nice for you.' she added with a mischievous twinkle in her eye as her hands gently closed around my rearing cock.

Of course by then it felt as though it was just about ready to burst, and although she must have known that she also knew how much stronger my climax would be if she delayed it. So she used just feather-light strokes, her fingers feeling positively cool as they fluttered against my sizzling hot cock.

But that did little to actually reduce the pressure that had built inside me and although I'm sure she would have preferred me to hold back for much longer, I just couldn't.

Heather had been watching me so closely that she knew I was starting to work up towards a climax and that time she did something she had never done before, something that was even more exciting because it was completely unexpected..

When she saw my body arching she slipped her hands up the shaft, loosely linking her fingers and closing them around the head. Doing that meant that as my hips began to jerk my cock was being thrust up through them, the added friction sending unbelievably strong thrills coursing through me.

The sensations were so intense that it only took a dozen or so thrusts before I heard myself grunting loudly as I felt the quickly rising surge. But then, when I was right on the brink of coming, she tightened her inter-locking fingers, gripping the head so hard she virtually blocked the channel.

Her original intention must have been to delay it, and so make my eventual climax even stronger. But by then the volume and pressure inside me had become so great that I don't think anything could have actually prevented its release. So, even though the escape route was constricted nothing could prevent the inevitable outcome, and the semen came in a single, violently frothing mass that bubbled up between her fingers.

'Oh! Oh I'm sorry Craig!' she gasped, immediately relaxing her grip and starting to desperately pump my straining cock. 'That's not what I intended, I didn't realise you were quite so close to coming. I'm so sorry!' she added as she urged the last few, weakly dribbling spurts out of me.

'There's nothing to be sorry about. That was amazing!' I said, reaching up to pull her lips down to mine.

'Was it really nice?' she asked anxiously when we broke for air. 'You're not just saying that to make me feel better?'

'No of course not.' I replied reassuringly. 'It really was amazing, different, but still amazing. But then everything you do is.' I added with a grin.

'No more amazing than what you do for me Craig. You really do like going down on me. don't you? I mean you don't just do it because you know how much I like it?'

'Of course not, I love doing it. I mean knowing how much pleasure it gives you makes it even better, but just doing it gets me excited Heather.'

'Good, because that means we can try something we haven't done before.' she replied before bending to kiss me again.

What she had in mind was the classic sixty-nine position, which until then I had only heard vague, purely second-hand rumours about and during the following half, or three quarters of an hour we tried it every which way, her on top, me on top, side by side. And although I felt sure I made her come at least twice more, that time, perhaps helped by the fact I had already had one, she was more successful in delaying mine.

Given all the licking, nibbling, bobbing and sucking her tongue, lips and mouth gave me on top of what her caressingly stroking fingers were doing, I have no idea how she actually did that. But somehow, in spite of the electrifying sensations she sent coursing through my entire body she always seemed to be able to judge when just one more downward stroke, swoop or powerful suck would be the one to trigger it.

But finally of course the intensity of pleasure grew to a point where it started to turn into almost tormented frustration. My cock was aching from having been bloated for so long, my balls were equally painfully swollen from the accumulated volume of churning semen, and every muscle in my body seemed to have been stretched tighter than a bow string.

At that stage she was on her hands and knees above me and I was still busily licking and sucking her clit and pussy. I felt the waves of what must have been her third orgasm rippling through her, then when they had passed, while still keeping her lips wrapped firmly around my cock, she hoisted herself up and swung off to the side of me.

''I've kept you waiting so long I'm sure this one will be well worth watching.' she whispered hoarsely as she lifted her head. Then I felt one hand slip down between my legs and gently cup my achingly swollen balls, and the other close more firmly around the girth of my massively swollen cock.

We both watched it. Heather staring wide-eyed, a tight smile of satisfaction on her face at what she had done and was doing for me. My eyes less focused, seeing it all through a misty haze of unimaginably intense excitement.

Unlike the first, frothily bubbling climax, when that orgasm hit me the result was more like a powerful fountain. My cock pumping a series of jets of semen each time her hand pumped it, jets that seemed to soar, then hang in the air above me for a few seconds before splattering messily down again.

My entire body was arched high off the mat, my hips thrusting my cock still higher, and I heard myself grunting gutturally at the strength of the forces wracking my body. It seemed that every drop of fluid was being drained to my groin, then super-heated before being blasted upwards.

But even through all that I could hear Heather's voice. 'Yeesss! Yeesss, again, again!' she hissed through clenched teeth. 'More Craig! Give me more!' she added as she continued pumping me as hard as she could.

When it was finally over she got a couple of towels from one of the cupboards so we could wipe ourselves down. 'I know you enjoyed the finale, but how about what we did before that, did you like doing it that way?' she asked.

'Of course I did, I love everything we do. It was good for you too, wasn't it?'

'Oh yes, it was very good for me Craig.' she replied with a grin as she reached for her clothes.

I found watching her put them on was almost as exciting as watching her undress had been. I especially liked seeing her in her bra, so much so that when she about to put her blouse back on I even found the nerve to ask her to wait a bit.

'Leave it off? Why?'

'I like looking at you like that.' I mumbled shyly.

'Of course you do, it was a silly question to ask.'

'You don't mind?'

'Mind? Of course I don't, I like knowing you enjoy looking at me Craig. In spite of what they may actually say, most women want to be admired. So, how about a cold drink before we go, just sit and relax for a few minutes?' she added.

There was an old vending machine in one corner of the room and although of course I didn't have any money I was happy to accept something refreshing. I was also more than happy to sit and watch Heather moving about, especially when she went to get change from her hand-bag. When she bent down I had a clear view straight down between her breasts, but it wasn't just the sight that was exciting, it was the memory it brought rushing back. The memory of how it had felt when I'd had them in my hands, the feel of their weight, their silky firmness.

She glanced up and of course saw where I was looking. 'You really like my breasts don't you Craig.' she said softly, moving her shoulders so they slowly swayed from side to side.

'Very much.' I replied in a surprisingly croaky voice as I kept my eyes firmly fixed on their sensual movement.

'That's something else I think you enjoyed, would you like to do it again, next time?'

I instantly recalled something of the sensations I had experienced when she'd let me thrust my cock up and down the valley between them. In spite of the incredible things she had done for me in the last hour I wished our time together was just starting, so I could do what she was suggesting right then, that minute.

'Well, would you?' she asked again when I had made no reply.

'Of course I would.' I muttered, mentally shaking myself out of the momentary fantasy that had gripped me.

'Good, that's something we can both look forward to.' she said as she turned and went to get a couple of drinks from the machine.

'I like looking at you too you know.' she said when we had sat down together. 'I bring back those images when I'm alone, and especially when I'm getting myself off. Is that what you do too?'

'Yes.' I said, even though for some reason I was still a bit embarrassed to admit to doing that.

'And this time I'll have a really strong image to use, of you coming so powerfully. Which one of me will you use?'

'It's not quite like that for me, I mean I don't use a single image.'

'What then? Come on, tell me, I'd really like to know what goes on in your head Craig.' she added when at first I made no reply. 

'Well I usually start with one, one image I mean, like just now, when you were bending to get the money out of your bag. I might start with that one. But then I imagine things happening, you know, you doing something to me, or me doing something to you. And I usually get different things coming into my head as that happens.'

'So it's more like watching a movie, or TV?'

'Mmm.'

'I guess that's why porn films are so incredibly popular with men, because they match what their brains have always been doing. Have you seen any?'

'A couple. One of my friends has an older brother who has a stack of them. We sometimes borrow one or two.'

'Do you like them?'

'They get me excited, but I've never seen one when I'm on my own, and its not much good when there's a bunch of giggling guys around.'

'But you remembered them later, when you were in bed.'

'Yes of course I did.'

'I sometimes think of you doing that. When I'm doing it to myself I sometimes think of you lying in bed, imagining you are getting yourself off while you're thinking of me. It's a bit like looking through two mirrors, you know, seeing your reflection being reflected.'

'Yes, I know what you mean. Complicated, isn't it.'

'Most things human beings do are.'

We sat and talked for a while longer before tidying the place up, making sure we left no incriminating traces of our activities before she took me home.

Using the hall as our meeting place meant they had to be a bit more organised and as I passed the hall on the way home from school Heather came up with the idea of pinning an envelope to its door to indicate she would be there that evening. After the first couple of times I became like one of those conditioned laboratory animals, the mere sight of that small white rectangle was more than enough to get me excited. But she understood my reactions so well that she nearly always got me off one way or another almost as soon as we were together. 'Reducing the pressure so we had more time to enjoy each other.' Was the way she described it.

I developed a couple of cover stories for my time away from home, using a friend who was ostensibly helping me with my mathematics, my weakest subject, as one, and dreaming up a craft club that met in the church hall as another. Although having activities other than bird-watching pleased my parents it also meant I had to work at maths twice as hard at other times, but the thrill of being with Heather made any effort worth it.




Katherine Ch. 07-08



Our plan worked brilliantly, every day I would check the door, if the envelope was there I would hurry home to get started on my home-work. At the same time I would try to ignore both the thoughts and images that started rushing through my head about what we would be doing in a couple of hours, and the throbbing erection that immediately gave me.

Everything went fine for quite a few weeks and by then, although the thrills never lost any of their intensity, what we were doing had become almost a regular part of my life. So when a whole week went by without there being any sign of an envelope I became quite desperate to know what was happening.

I knew Heather was still around because a couple of times I had caught a glimpse of her driving down the high street. Another time I had seen her talking to two women outside a shop, and had come close to crossing over and waiting until the women left so I could talk to her myself. But she walked off with one of them, and I knew she hadn't even seen me. Then, on the ninth or tenth day I finally saw the envelope on the door.

After a period of completely unexpected deprivation I was naturally doubly anxious and so arrived long before Heather did. I not only wanted to know what had happened to cause her sudden absence, but even more importantly, needed to feel her hands stroking my cock. Even though I had masturbated more frequently than usual during my enforced abstinence the resulting climaxes seemed unable to completely relieve the deep-seated frustration, and I knew that only what Heather did could truly satisfy me.

The car finally arrived but when she got out there was something about her movements that told me how tense she was. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear, saw me, gave me a tight-lipped smile and then hurriedly opened the door. Once inside the back room she took me in her arms and just held me tight, hugging me so strongly that I could hardly breathe. I could feel her body trembling but somehow knew it was from something other than her usual physical needs, then I heard her beginning to sob.

I held her tight and tried to calm her, asking her what was wrong and when a minute or two later she relaxed her grip a little she said in a tense, almost angry voice. 'He's gay! He's told me he's gay.' she took a deep breath and then added. 'He's apparently been struggling with it for years. He thought getting married would fix it!'

What she'd told me gave me an explanation for her absence, but I didn't want to even try to imagine the rows and hurtful recriminations that had been going on between Heather and the vicar. 'What will you do?' I asked, mainly because I didn't know what else to say.

'I'm leaving him, I have no choice, I have to.' she pushed me back a little and her tear brimmed eyes looked deep into mine. 'That means I have to leave here.' she added.

I had somehow known deep down inside me that that was coming, but even so it didn't reduce the impact of what she had said. 'Leaving here?' I exclaimed.

'Of course, I can't stay with him, it would destroy both of us. The church has already organised counselling for him. Nothing for me of course! They're quite happy to let me sort out my own life!' she spat out almost venomously.

'All this came out a week ago, I've been putting off meeting you while we went through the worst of it. At one stage I was just going to go, not even see you again. But then I found I couldn't do that.'

'Where are you going, when?'

''The day after tomorrow, I'm going to stay with my sister for a week or two, up North.'

'I won't see you again.' I said, trying to control the confused mix of emotions that suddenly seemed to overwhelm me.

'No Craig.' she replied softly, then added. 'So tonight is very special, for both of us. I want to make it a time we will both remember, for a very long time.'

She took my face between her hands and looked me straight in the eye as she spoke. 'You have been wonderful Craig, the times we have had together have helped me keep my sanity. And unlike any other boy, I mean young man that I can imagine, in spite of everything we have done you have been very understanding and have never pressured me into having proper sex with you. Well tonight is different. Tonight we'll do everything I'm sure you have secretly been wanting to do.'

So that was the night I truly lost my virginity. Three times. And, given her husband's calling, in retrospect it seemed appropriate that the first time was in the Missionary position. The second was from the back, what she called 'doggie' style, and the third and absolutely totally draining time was with Heather on top.

I went round to the vicarage the following afternoon, she wasn't there and I had to leave the present I took with me with the woman who did some of their cleaning. I had always done a lot of drawing and painting, something I had a flair for even as a very small kid and had, during the time we had been seeing each other, been working on a special painting of a group of birds. Originally I had thought it would be a birthday present for my Mother, but decided I wanted Heather to have it.

She rang very early the following morning, apparently telling my Father she needed a quick word with me about a set of keys. When I took the phone I could hear the tears in her voice. 'I can't say much, just tell your parents you had forgotten to return the key of the scout hall. I can't tell you what your present means to me Craig, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever owned, I'll treasure it always, I promise you. I'll never forget you, you know that. Now I have to go.' she said with a muffled break in her voice as she hung up.

Wonderful though that last time together was, when I look back it's not the time I remember most often, or most clearly. And I guess that an analyst might say that because it was the last time I saw her I have since then subconsciously associated proper sex with emotional loss.'


Chapter 8

Compassionate Concern

Katherine said nothing for a few moments, then without even finishing her drink she took my hand, got up and led me back to the bed-room. Then she made love to me, in the normal way, kissing and caressing me until I had an erection, then moving on top of me and guiding it into her pussy.

The feelings and sensations we both experienced that time were unlike anything we had shared up to that point. I'm quite sure that at first her actions were motivated by her compassion and concern for whatever emotions her request had stirred up in me. Perhaps intending to replace any residual sadness that had welled to the surface in recounting the story with the intensity of the physical pleasures she knew she could give me.

But by then, maybe without her being fully conscious of it, something had happened between us, I'm sure there was already something more than just the melding of our individual sexual preferences. And certainly that would account for her reaction a little later.

Having made sure I was fully embedded she made herself comfortable then reached down and began gently stroking my face. 'That was an amazing experience for a young man to go through Craig.' she said softly. 'And although it must have been wonderful at the time, I'm sure it has left you with some deep emotional scarring. If I had even guessed that anything like that had happened I would never have presumed to ask you to tell me about it. And certainly not when we have known each other for such a short time. But thank you for telling me, I'm very touched, and feel very privileged that you were able to share it with me.

But.' she added in a slightly lighter tone of voice. 'If all that stuff hadn't happened we wouldn't have hit it off so well, would we. And I think that would have been a pity.' she said as she began to move herself slowly up and down on my cock.

'I think it would too Katherine.' I replied, slipping one hand around to stroke her back and reaching up for her breasts with the other. 'What happened between Heather and I may have been wonderful, and the outcome may, as you suggested, have left me with some scars, but what I think you and I have is only related to that in a quite superficial way.

We are who we are, regardless of what happened to either of us on our way here. And who we are is more than just our physical likes and needs, fantastic though that part is. In spite of the intensity of what we make each other feel, especially at moments like this.' I added, moving my hips in time with hers. 'There is a lot more to both of us than just sex, and I don't know about you, but I like, very much, those other things about you just as much. Well almost as much.' I added with a grin.

She said nothing for a few moments, holding her body still while looking down into my eyes. 'That's a very sweet thing to say Craig, and you could be right.' she said softly, then bent down and gave me long, lingering kiss.

As her tongue snaked deep into my mouth she began to move again, rotating her hips as she rose and fell, the slick tightness of her pussy sending rippling waves of pleasure through me. And at the same time I felt the shivering tremors that ran up through her body as my hands continued stroking and caressing her. Our minds and bodies seemed completely in tune with each other, each delighting in the sweetly undemanding pleasures we were sharing, that time not just having sex, but truly making love.

When we were both finally exhausted we lay in each other's arms, neither saying a word, but somehow still sharing the continuing echoes of what we had felt.

'That was wonderful.' she whispered a long time later. 'If we're not careful I might get to like ordinary sex with you as much as the other things we do.' she added with a cheeky smile.

'In that case I'll just have to make sure we don't do it too often.' I replied.

She gave a deep-throated laugh, then pushed herself up. 'I'm not so sure about that, but as wonderful as it was I do have to get going now.' she said.

'Why not stay over?' I suggested.

'Another time Craig. I've got nothing with me, no change of clothes, toilet things, you know.'

'OK.' I replied disappointedly. 'I do understand, but I'll clear a few spaces for you, in case you decide to leave a few things here, just in case of unforeseen circumstances.' I added.

'I'll think about that. Now I must go and clean up.'

While she was doing that I made some fresh coffee, but when she returned she said she didn't want any more and had to get going. 'I've a busy day tomorrow and it is rather late Craig. Now don't forget I want to take those photographs, are you still happy about that?'

'Of course, if that's what you want Katherine.'

'OK, I have to get a couple of things organised but what evening are you free.'

'For you, any evening.'

She gave a low chuckle at my immediate response, then said. 'That's nice to hear. Shall we say about eight o'clock on Wednesday, no, make that eight thirty, I'll have a young helper there with me and she has another commitment until then. Then stay on afterwards for something to eat. Now, as I'll be taking a few different sorts of shots I'll get a couple of pairs of shorts for you to wear, so what's your waist measurement please. Oh and just one other thing while I think of it, please refrain from doing it between now and then Craig, I want you to have a good head of steam up.'

Soon after that she left, giving me another reminder to abstain from masturbating for the next few days and I was left wondering what I had let myself in for. Even without the thought of a helper, as she'd called it, the whole thing was sounding rather clinical and I wondered if I'd be able to perform under those circumstances.

I decided I didn't want any of the coffee I had made either and instead poured myself a night-cap, sipping it slowly while I sat and thought through the events of the evening.

Not only had I never told anyone else about what had happened between Heather and I, I realised that it was actually the first time I had thought through the precise sequence of events in detail. Until then the memories of those times had come in flashes. I wondered what had become of her, by then she would be middle-aged, probably re-married and with children. Did she sometimes do what I was, thinking back, then wondering what had become of that initially shy, very callow youth. If she did I hoped it was with the same affection I found myself feeling for her, and not with embarrassment or disgust at what she had initiated.

But then my mind skipped to the more recent time, to the intensity of feelings Katherine and I had shared and, if I was not mistaken, I felt sure not all of those had been purely physical ones. But regardless of whatever else might be developing between us, there was no doubt that at that level we were totally in tune, our bodies responding to each other in ways I had certainly never experienced before.

She seemed to be able to somehow reach right down into my most primal urges, both excite and satisfy me with an almost unbelievable intensity. And, unless she was for some reason exaggerating her own responses, I felt reasonably sure I was doing the same thing for her.

With all those thoughts still racing around in my head I finally went to bed and to my surprise, slept like the proverbial log.

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Katherine Ch. 07



"Which first my dear?" I asked Katherine. "Physical or emotional?"

"I don't know. Which is better?" she asked.

"How about a little of both?" I said. I noticed that S was becoming more and more frightened with each moment. 

"Sit down on the bed." I said to Katherine and she scooted onto the large bed in front of the bar. I turned her around so that her back was to S and then lay her back so her head was under S's suspended body. From the post at the corner of the bed I pulled out a cord and attached the end to Katherine's wrist cuff. I attached her other wrist to the other side. Her arms were pulled out to her sides as she lay on the mattress. 

"Why are you tying me up if you are going to punish her?" Katherine asked. 

"Patience my dear." I said as I attached two more cords from the tops of the two bedposts to the cuffs on her ankles. High on the wall was a mirror that could be positioned. I set it so Katherine could see S clearly. "First I'm going to unbind her breasts. As circulation returns the pain she feels now will increase significantly. In several minutes her tits will be so tender that she won't believe it possible to hurt any more than they already do." I explained. 

"Then I'm going to whip her ass with a strap. Not terribly hard but enough to get her attention. Then I'm going to enjoy your body thoroughly in front of her. She will have to watch, knowing she will not be able to participate or relieve the terrible itching between her thighs. For S having a man prefer another woman is a terrible blow to her ego - but having to watch it, is humiliating beyond belief." S seethed with anger as she knew I was right and also knew what she would have to endure as punishment. 

"Then you will be able to have her satisfy any wish you desire. Only if she complies fully, will she get any satisfaction. If she fails to satisfy, then I have a special punishment prepared for her." I continued. S broke out in a cold sweat. She was terrified - not of what I said I'd do but at what I'd hinted at.

I picked up a scissors and scraped the sharp blade across S's darkened breast. Wrapping my fingers around her massive tit, I squeezed it as she screamed. Sliding the scissor under the tight rubber bands, I slowly started to cut them. As they snapped against her skin, S began to scream into her gag. 

"I'm going to help start the circulation and this will hurt - a lot but I have no choice. I must start the circulation again." I said as I put the knife down. Firmly I massaged the bound girl's huge tit as she screamed in pain. She was in agony as I rubbed her cold tit but it was necessary. I repeated the process with her other tit as tears streamed down her cheeks. 

I sat down next to Katherine and stroked her beautiful breasts as S watched. She was not very pleased about having to perform in front of an audience but it was still somewhat exciting. S watched as I gently sucked Katherine's nipple into my mouth and a moan escaped from her lips. 

S was in agony over the sensation in her tender tits and in fear of what I was going to do to her and make her do and she was angry and frustrated by my attention to another woman. She also knew I was aware of how intensely she hated anal sex and that she was perfectly set up for it.

At the touch of a button Katherine's long shapely legs were slowly raised and pulled straight up into the air. Since the ropes came from the corners of the bed, her legs were also pulled apart as they got higher and higher. I continued to raise them until her body doubled over, her thighs horizontal and split to the corners of the bed. Moving to the edge of the bed, I knelt over Katherine's face and lowered my ass to her lips. Katherine licked and probed my asshole with her tongue as I lowered my mouth to her upturned pussy. 

S watched as I started to tease Katherine's clit as I had done so many times before. She watched as I trapped Katherine's love button and flicked my tongue across it. Katherine's body erupted in a powerful orgasm as I felt her thrust her tongue all the way into my asshole. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through Katherine's spread body as S watched with mounting frustration. 

I lifted myself off of Katherine's face and turned my body around kneeling astride her and bringing my cock to her lips. S looked down and could see my shaft slide into Katherine's mouth. As I stroked in and out of Katherine's sweet mouth, S stared at me with cold hatred and frustrated lust. 

I smiled at her and reached out to her beautiful and very tender tits. Color was returning to her chest but her breasts hurt terribly. She realized just how tender they were when I grasped them in my hands and squeezed them. She cried out and then, releasing her tits, I slapped them hard with the palm of my hand. Katherine heard S scream and tried to see what was happening as I slid my cock back into her mouth. 

I stopped with only my cockhead in Katherine's mouth and reached out for the two alligator clips still attached to S's tender nipples. "Shall I just rip them off?" I asked the bound girl menacingly as I pulled on the clips. Terror filled her face. The metal clips bit into her extra tender nubs and as I pulled on the chain she felt the metal teeth bite sharply into her crushed nipples. I could see the fear in her eyes as she looked down at her tits and saw the clips pulling hard on her aching nipples as her huge tits were suspended by the chain. 

"AAhhh." she screamed as my fingers grasped the clips and then pressing them gently, she felt the metal teeth gouge her abused nipples. Slipping my fingers down the clips I opened the jaws and the clips fell to the floor. I didn't want to scar her beautiful body the fear of it was enough. 

I slid back into Katherine's mouth and leaned forward until I was able to tease S's sore chest with my tongue. A quick suck on each nipple was all she got but it went a long way as I heard a deep moan emerge from her lips. 

I withdrew from Katherine's mouth and moving around, straddled her spread thighs. I teased her swollen labia with my cockhead as S watched with mounting frustration. She could see every detail of Katherine's pussy and of my ramrod. I aimed my cock between Katherine's engorged lips and very slowly eased my way in to the hilt. Katherine was gasping with pleasure. She felt so exposed and open and though she hated S, she was excited once again to be forced to enjoy sex where others could see.

I eased her bindings and Katherine lowered her hips so her legs pointed straight up. Kneeling between her open thighs, I started to pump into her sweet pussy. Her entire body was shaking as she met each thrust. Katherine let go a scream as she climaxed and I continued to pump into her as I felt her warm flow once again coat my cock. 

S's anger started to turn to desire as I watched her try in vain to rub her pussy against the padded bar. I withdrew from Katherine's love hole and dipped my fingers into her quivering love box. I started to tease her asshole and press my slippery finger into her tight sphincter. As it began to relax, I pressed another finger inside as my other hand continued to tease Katherine's clit. Her legs were shaking with excitement as S stared down at my fingers probing Katherine's asshole. 

I slid my cock back into her tight pussy and taking several deep thrusts to coat my cock with her slippery flow, pressed my cock to her tight sphincter. "Are you ready?" I asked. 

"I think so." she replied weakly. As I pressed forward Katherine bit her lip and her head rolled to the side. I could see her fingers grip the bedsheets tightly. As my cockhead penetrated her tight shincter she screamed, "YES!" and I slid all the way in as I felt her body tremble. S watched as Katherine's pussy twitched and my rod slid in and out of her asshole. S was so horny right now she'd have opened her own ass for me at this instant. 

I pounded into Katherine's tight ass again and again as I felt my cum starting to boil. I smiled down at her and she started to buck and squeeze as hard as she could. As I rammed deep into Katherine's ass, she let out a loud scream as we both flooded her body with cum. 

I bent down and kissed her breast and then kissed her lips as she again sucked my tongue into her mouth. "You are amazing." I said and she smiled. I eased out of her ass and lowered her legs and then released her bonds. 

Katherine moved her head to my cock but I stopped her. "I was going to make S do that but if you'd prefer..." I said. Katherine nodded. "Then first wipe some of our love juices on her face. I want her to feel the power of our orgasms and what she can't have."

Katherine dipped her fingers into her moist love hole and smeared some of her cum around S's nose and lips. S was overpowered by the aroma. She hated it and yet she loved it. I sat back and smiled up at Katherine as she brought her lips to my spent cock and sucked on me, licking away all of our cum. 

"Do you want to punish her?" I asked Katherine. She shook her head. "OK, then stay on the bed and watch." Katherine slid back against the headboard. "No, down close at this end." I instructed her and Katherine slid to the foot of the bed sitting like a schoolgirl in class.

"You know," I began as I ran my finger gently over S's firm asscheeks, "she has a beautiful ass. It's firm and round and ever so smooth. But she absolutely hates anyone or anything entering it."

S knew she had been found out and she also knew what her punishment was going to include. She turned crimson with humiliation as I explained to Katherine all about her body as if she were a piece of meat for sale. 

"Now, I want you to watch her face and in that mirror you can watch what I do to her sweet, young ass." I told Katherine. "First we'll start with a paddle, just to get her attention and put a little color in these sweet cheeks." I said as I pinched S's smooth asscheek. She winced with pain.

I picked up a leather paddle and brought it down hard across S's spread asscheeks. It sounded like a gunshot and my young captive screamed into her gag. Again I hit her hard across the cheeks. I alternated from one side to the other until both of her tender asscheeks looked like ripe apples. 

I dipped my fingers between her spread thighs and felt her tight pussy. S was drenched - her body excited by her punishment. I probed her pussy and then pressed my sticky finger against her tight asshole. S went rigid as she screamed.

"Now we'll use a strap." I said as I picked up a plastic belt and doubled it over. I hit S hard across both cheeks and her body bounced against the bar as she strained at her bindings. After several more strokes, I started to work my way down her open thighs. The belt struck hard at the soft flesh of her inner thigh as I beat her hard with the belt. Each lash caused her body to strain against her bindings as she screamed. 

"Watch carefully." I said to Katherine as I brought the lash down across S's cheeks again. "See how she tightens her muscles every time I hit her?" I asked Katherine as I hit S again. Katherine watched in the mirror and could see how S clenched her muscles tight each time she was hit. Katherine nodded. 

"That makes it hurt less." I said. "Now, the only way to stop that, is to make it hurt to clench those lovely muscles and for that purpose, we have a wonderful new toy." S was frightened and Katherine was intrigued. I held up the strange device and neither girl could quite figure it out. Actually, it was really quite simple. 

"You see this is a bottle brush with very strong bristles." I explained as I rolled the 2 inch thick brush across Katherine's soft shoulder. She could feel the sharpness of the bristles against her skin. The feel showed in her face and S took note of it. "Here in the middle is a plastic plug that fits into her asshole." I explained showing them both the plug. "The notch here at the base is so that the plug won't come loose from her tight little hole." I continued. S turned white. 

I stepped up behind the suspended beauty and squeezed her tender asscheeks. I pressed the rubber plug against her tight sphincter and she clenched her cheeks tight to keep the invader out of her body. I slapped her ass hard with my palm and forced the dry plug into her tight asshole. The finger projection pressed deep into her ass until it reached the notch and her tight sphincter closed around it, wedging it firmly inside. I pressed her cheeks apart to line the brush up in the crack of her ass. S squirmed as she tried to find a way to expel the plug. Then she tried to clench her muscles but the brush dug its sharp bristles into the tender flesh of her ass crack.

"Now watch what happens." I said to Katherine as I let the belt hit across S's tender asscheeks. She couldn't clench her muscles and she howled even louder as the belt cut across her ass and the plug bounced deeper into her ass. Katherine couldn't believe how much louder S screamed from what looked like a lash no harder than any previous one given. 

"Are you sure these walls are soundproofed?" she asked me and I nodded at her with a smile. 

"Now for the real thing." I said as I picked up a leather lash with several long thin strips descending from a handle. Katherine looked worried. "This can be used in three ways. First as a regular lash," I said as I let the lash fall hard across S's spread asscheeks. "or more accurately using only the ends like a towel at the beach," I continued as I held the ends of the lash and snapped them against S's inner thigh, only and inch or two from her open pussy, "and lastly as a teaser." I said as I twirled the whip in my hand. 

Katherine and S both watched as the leather strands spun out from the handle like a centrifuge. As I spun them faster, both women could hear the sound of the leather as it whirred in the air. I brought the tips closer to S's skin and as the tips of the strips licked her soft skin, she started to shake and scream as she tried to pull her body back. Though it didn't have the force of the first two types of strokes, this was indeed painful and constant as the lash licked her skin continuously. 

I stood directly behind S and holding the tips of the lash, snapped it hard against the back of her thigh. She howled as her body lurched. I then placed the next stroke on her other thigh in the same place. Moving slightly, I hit her at the same level of her thigh but the lash bit against the softer inner skin between her legs. With each stroke the lash crept its way up the insides of her open thighs as the brush bit cruelly into her ass crack. 

"Press that button." I said to Katherine and as she did, S's body was lowered by the hoist. I nodded to Katherine when S's mouth was even with her chest. 

"Kiss her nipple." I instructed S but she did not move to comply. The next stroke was carefully aimed to hit at the very edge of S's sweet pussy, kissing her engorged pussy lips. S screamed.

"Kiss her nipple." I repeated my command softly, but S still refused to obey. I hit her again on the other side.

"No. Don't make her." Katherine pleaded. I looked at her and she withered under my cold glare.

"Kiss her nipple." I repeated and Katherine took hold of S's face and tried to guide the girl's mouth to her own breast. S lunged at Katherine's nipple snapping her teeth as she tried to bite her. As her teeth touched Katherine's sweet nipple, she pushed away and fell back onto the bed. 

"Are you all right?" I asked Katherine and she nodded. I could see that S had not succeeded in clamping her teeth onto Katherine's nipple. "Would you like to beat her now?" I asked. Katherine hesitated and then shook her head. 

"Did it ever occur to you that she wants to be punished? Needs to be punished or that she wants to be punished by you - a woman I prefer to pleasure instead of her? If you dominate her, it will add to her pleasure in being punished and she will respect and service you. Here take it!" I said to Katherine handing her the lash. 

Timidly Katherine slid off the bed and took the whip from my hand. She looked down at S's spread ass and gripping the lash struck hard across S's reddened cheeks. "Bitch!" she hissed as she struck. Katherine hit her several times with pretty convincing results. But the lash needs an experienced hand and Katherine didn't have one yet. 

"I think that since she tried to injure your sweet tits that you should punish hers." I said.

"How?" she asked.

"You can start by squeezing and pinching her tits. Remember the things that I did to your tits and do them to hers." I said. Katherine moved in front of the suspended girl as I raised her body again with the hoist. 

Katherine had no experience at all handling another woman's tits and she felt awkward as she pinched S's tits. She didn't really like the feel of another woman's body and it showed. She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.

"Here try this." I said as I handed her a plastic bat about two feet in length. 

"What do I do with this?" she asked. 

Taking the bat from her hand, I stood on the side and rolled the plastic bat over S's hanging titflesh. Then I hit her hard across her ripe nipples. S's body lurched and a red mark quickly appeared on her massive tits. I hit her again just below her nipples and she screamed. 

"Now don't miss anyplace." I said as I handed Katherine the bat. She hit S across her tits. "Good, but harder," I said, "remember she tried to bite your nipple and snickered at you in the car as we drove." Katherine filled herself with resolve and began to beat those hanging tits with real enthusiasm. Each crack of the bat across S's firm titflesh sounded solid and brought a scream to her lips. Her entire chest was deep crimson in color.

"Will you suck on her pussy?" I said to S and she shook her head as Katherine hit her again across her nipples. 

I could see that Katherine was tired and I held out my hand. She handed me the bat and I motioned her to sit on the bed. Taking the bat, I hit hard and strategically across S's massive titflesh and she howled as the bat stung her breasts and her sensitive nipples. 

"Now lie back." I instructed and Katherine lay back on the mattress. I eased her thighs open and she spread them to the full width of the bed. I picked up the lash and began to twirl it. Holding it in front of S, she realized that I was going to use it on her already beaten titflesh. Katherine looked up as I spun the leather throngs above her own body and was clearly frightened. 

As the lash began to make a whirring noise, I eased it closer to S's hanging titflesh. I could see her body shake as she tried to pull herself away from the kiss of the lash. By moving my wrist ever so slightly, I could have the lash bite at any part of her chest. I teased her nipples and even the tender skin of her deep cleavage. S's body shook from the constant sting of the whip. 

"Are you ready to lick her pussy?" I repeated but S just shook her head. "Before we move on to other parts of your beautiful body, one last punishment for your tits." I said. 

"Nipple rings can be used for lots of things." I sad to both women. "You can tie large tits like these together and fuck them, you can hoist meaty tits up and suspend their weight by the nipples, you can do all sorts of interesting things with them." I continued as I clipped a short chain onto each of S's nipple rings. "Right now I'm going to attach some weights to them and then we'll have some real fun." 

I attached a medium sized fishing weight to each chain and then let them hang from S's ringed nipples. She could feel the strain as they pulled down on her tender nipples and Katherine watched as the weights pulled grotesquely at S's distended nipples. I lifted the weights in my palms and then dropped them. S screamed as the weights tore at her beaten nipples. 




Katherine Ch. 07



Picking up additional weights, I attached a second weight to each chain and S really felt the strain on her titflesh. Her nipples stretched further and the pain was evident in the beautiful blonde's face. I slapped her tit with the palm of my hand and as she felt the sting, she winced in pain and then felt the strain as one tit bounced off of the other and the heavy weights began to swing below her huge chest. 

I stepped up behind S and she felt the breeze of the lash as I twirled it between her parted thighs. She started to whimper as she felt the kiss of the leather on the soft skin of her inner thighs and knew that it would only be seconds before I made the tips of the leather bite into her pussy lips. She also knew that if I reversed the direction of the whip, she would feel it bite across her clit, which was totally exposed. 

"Will you lick her pussy?" I repeated but S did not answer. Then she felt the bite of the lash as it cut into her tender pussy. She howled as cum gushed from her sweet quim. I could see her muscles quiver as orgasms rippled through her magnificent body and the weights attached to her nipples bounced wildly. Then reversing the direction of the lash, I directed it up between her parted thighs and across her feminine gash. S's body thrashed violently as the tips of the leather hit solidly across her clit. She screamed and her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm. The weights bounced wildly below her chest as her entire body shook. When I stopped the bound beauty just slumped in her bonds. 

"Let's see," I wondered out loud. "I came twice in your office this afternoon, once in the car and once inside of you a little while ago. That's four times in about five hours. And each time it takes me a little longer. I wonder how long it will take me to cum in her tight little ass?" I continued. 

I reached down and ripped the brush plug out of S's ass. She gasped as she felt her tight sphincter snap open and closed and as her body shook the weights attached to her nipples swung wildly. As I stepped between her spread thighs, S knew I was going to fuck the shit out of her ass and that my cock was a hell of a lot bigger than the small plug that had just been ripped from her bowels. 

S felt my hands squeeze her firm asscheeks and spread them apart. I pointed my ramrod at her tight sphincter and decided not to ease in as I had done with Katherine. She felt the tip of my cock wedge between her cheeks and press up against her long neglected asshole. Then bracing my hands on the bar below her hips, I rammed hard into her tight asshole. 

"AAAgghhh!" she screamed as her body lurched forward and my cock rammed deep into her ass. The weights attached to her nipples bounced wildly below her chest as my hips rammed forward until they pressed firmly against her beaten asscheeks. 

"Katherine, hand her that switch." I said and Katherine handed S the control to the hoist. I nodded and she lay back on the mattress and looked up at the tortured beauty. 

"When you are ready to lick her pussy, just press that button and lower yourself down to the task." I said to S as I swatted her ass. Once again I thrust deep into her ass for emphasis and she howled as she felt my ramrod tear into her flesh. I pumped hard into her body as she began to bounce back and forth and her nipples were stretched by the swinging weights. As I rammed hard into her tight asshole I heard the motor whir and S began to lower her face between Katherine's open thighs as her sweet pussy was spread before her.

"Good, I like it when you obey, though not too easily." I teased her as I continued to ram my cock into her tight asshole. "You will lick and suck on her pussy and then her ass." I said as the weights touched the mattress and eased the strain on her aching nipples. "If you bite her or hurt her in any way, I will hang you up by your tits and then beat them with the whip until they bleed. Do you understand me?" I asked.

S did not respond except to bring her mouth to Katherine's spread pussy and begin to lick her sweet quim. Katherine was not sure she liked what was happening to her but she knew better than to object. She didn't want to trade places with the bound blond. 

S knew how to bring pleasure to another woman as her tongue teased Katherine's hole. As I watched Katherine's body surrender to the experience of S's talented tongue, I began to thrust slowly into her tight asshole. Katherine moaned loudly as S slid her lips around her erect clit and began to suck on it. 

The double assault on S's sexuality had a powerful effect as I felt her body begin to tremble her powerful inner muscles clamped down around my invading cock. I felt her love muscles begin to milk my cock as it slid in and out of her bowels. 

"When she's made you cum three times, she may stop." I said to Katherine. "And they'd better be real ones." I threatened. Katherine nodded. Just then her body shook with her very first female induced orgasm. She settled back and closed her eyes as she let the pleasure S was giving her envelop her beautiful, young body. It took awhile for her third orgasm as I continued to fuck S's brutalized ass. 

I looked down at the two women and reflected on just how beautiful the two of them were. Even after Katherine had achieved her third orgasm, I left S with her face buried in her sweet vee as I finished thrusting into S's tight ass until I felt my cock erupt, filling her bowels with my hot seed. 

"There is some lotion in that drawer." I said to Katherine once she'd opened her eyes. Taking the control from S's hand, I pressed the button and raised her face from between Katherine's thighs. Katherine slid out from under S's face and rolled over to get the lotion. Turning back she poured some lotion in her hand and began to rub it into S's brutalized chest. She lifted the weights in her hands and felt how heavy they were. I nodded to her, she unclipped the weights and let them fall onto the floor. Katherine continued to massage S's huge tits and was intrigued by the nipple rings. She toyed with them as she rubbed the beaten girl's distended nipples.

"You can kiss them if you like." I suggested. Katherine leaned forward but as she lifted S's breast to her mouth she decided not to and sat back on her knees. Moving off of the bed, Katherine came around behind the bar and began to smooth the lotion onto S's ravaged ass. As she rubbed the lotion over her ass, her fingers dipped down between S's spread thighs and Katherine felt the immense heat that emanated from the bound woman's loins. 

Taking Katherine's hand, I pulled her to the side and then as we both sat on the bed I pulled her face to S's beaten breasts and as she sucked one nipple into her mouth I sucked the other one into mine. S moaned with pleasure as she felt the first soft touch to her aching body in a long time. 

"We'll let her rest now." I said as I raised my face from the beautiful blonde's tit. Katherine slid off of the bed and we watched as the exhausted blonde drifted off to sleep as her body hung over the bar. 

I kissed Katherine and walked her back to my bedroom. As we climbed into bed, she reached over and began to stroke my crotch, raking her long fingernails sensually over my cock and balls. As I hugged her closely, she kissed me as my fingers began to tease her firm titflesh. 

"It's funny that you didn't mind massaging S's body with the lotion but you wouldn't suck on her nipples." I commented as I closed my fingers around her own taut nubbin. 

"I don't know. When she caressed me, I didn't really like it but it did feel good - even exciting. She is a very sexy and sensual woman and a talented lover. It's a shame to waste it on me." she said. "I only did it because you wanted me to and she was obeying you. It didn't feel as good as when you do it to me but it was pleasurable. When I rubbed her chest with the lotion, that was like putting medicine on a bruise but kissing her nipples was a whole different story." Katherine explained. 

"Would it be different with another woman?" I asked. 

"Maybe. It would depend on who." she confided. 

"I'd like to enjoy a menage a trois with you and another woman." I said, "But we can talk about it later." I added as I wrapped the young beauty in my arms. 

"You mentioned that you had another punishment of S if she didn't obey you. What was it?" she asked curiously. "Where else could you beat her? Her pussy?" 

"Yes, I could have beaten her pussy. But that was not what I had in mind." I answered. "You know the way I can make you cum? Almost at will?" I asked. Katherine nodded. "Well, imagine what it would be like to be bound and suspended the way S was and to have me bring you just to the edge of an orgasm and not let you climax. Then imagine what it would be like to have that repeated for several hours." I asked. 

Katherine did not answer but I could feel her supple body tremble as she imagined what that might be like. I drifted off to sleep as she lay beside me realizing that not all punishment or torture had to be painful in the usual way of thinking. She lay her head on the pillow and then realized that in any given situation I might use such a punishment on her. 

To be continued....

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Katherine Ch. 08



Ch. 08: S Is Punished

This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order

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I awoke early and started to stroke Katherine's body. She moaned and then rolled away from me. "That's gratitude." I quipped to myself and I slid out of bed. 

Down the hall, I opened the door to S's room. She still hung suspended over the bar, her arms lifted up and her thighs well spread. She really was beautiful, even after all of her abuse the day before. The arch in her body accentuated the sculpture of her beautiful figure as her massive tits hung heavily below her chest. I stepped up between her open thighs and ran my cockhead slowly across the length of her pussy lips. S awoke with a start as I slid my cock into her dry pussy. She was tighter than Katherine, if that was possible. I raised her arms to almost vertical and wrapping my hands around her pendulous breasts, I squeezed them and pinched her ringed nipples. I stroked powerfully into her tight pussy and began to feel her love juices begin to flow as her muscles tightened around my invading shaft. S began to grunt with each thrust as I filled her pussy to capacity. Her breathing grew heavy as her tits heaved.

"There is still the matter of your lying to me yesterday that needs to be accounted for." I said to her menacingly as my fingers dug into her massive tits. "I have an idea." I said as I pulled my cock out of her body as abruptly as I had shoved it in. I untied the young beauty and let her move around to get her circulation back. As she paced the room, her mind was racing as she tried to figure out what torture I had in mind for her beautiful body this morning. She had reached her limit the night before as I broke her resistance and she'd been forced to suck on a rival's pussy and bring her to not one but three orgasms.

"Assume the position." I said softly and S knew that whatever it was going to be, it was going to start right now. She sank to her knees in front of me and raised her arms over her head, interlacing her fingers behind her head as she slid her knees wide apart. I stepped up in front of her and she opened her lips and rising slightly, sucked my cock into her sweet mouth. Slowly she slid up and down the length of my shaft and then in an effort she hoped would please me, unclasped her hands and teased my cock and ass with her fingers. I decided not to cum in her mouth, at least not now.

"Stand up." I said and S released my cock and stood in front of me, her head high and her chest thrust forward for my pleasure. "Now I want you to run in place." I said gently. S looked surprised but started to move her legs. Her huge tits began to sway beautifully. She remembered how she'd always had to wear harness type bras in high school gym class. "Faster." I said and she picked up the pace and felt her huge tits bounce heavily with each step. She reached up to control her tits but I slapped her hands away. Her face contorted with pain as she felt her huge mams bounce violently as she moved. Tears appeared in her eyes as she tried to reach for her tits again. This time, I smashed her tit with the plastic bat. Her tit exploded in pain as her pace slackened.

"On the bed, head at this end." I said indicating the foot of the bed. S complied quickly, holding her aching tits. I attached her wrists to the two posts at the foot of the bed as I had bound Katherine the night before. I nodded and S raised her knees and then spread her thighs as wide as she could. 

On the sides of the bed were bars with brackets that could be slid along the length of the bed. The brackets could hold metal bars and I set the one I wanted in place and slid it all the way to the foot of the bed. S didn't know what it was for but was pretty sure she wasn't going to enjoy it, at least not completely. I raised the foot of the bed with the hoist and put a foam wedge behind her head, bending her neck forward. I straddled S's body and sat down across her waist. 

"These really are lovely." I complimented her as I began to play with her huge tits. "I'm sure they are the part of your body that gets the most comments and the most stares and that causes the most fantasy in young men." I teased. By now I was really mauling her tits with my fingers, pinching and gouging her massive tits. "I'll bet they still hurt from last night, not to mention your recent jogging session." I said as I continued to pinch her ringed nipples. I lifted her huge mams by the rings and S cried out as her sore nipples were forced to hold up the full weight of her massive tits. The weight pulled hard on her sore nipples. 

I picked up a small plastic cord I'd taken from one of my appliances. It was about 8 inches in length and had a plastic bulb every centimeter. You fed one end through a slot in the other end and you could close it to hold the electrical chord. I slid the free end through one of her nipple rings and then passed it through the other nipple ring. I threaded the free end through the slot and S quickly realized what was about to happen. I let the first bulb catch on the slot and S saw that her nipples were loosely bound together. She realized that I could pull on the free end and tighten the binding, pulling her nipples closer and closer together. She began to tremble with fear and with excitement. 

I pulled slowly and firmly on the free end and watched as the chord drew tighter and tighter. S felt her tits pulled together and lifted as her nipples drew closer together. The natural place for her tits while lying on her back, was on her sides tucked under her arms. Now she saw them pulled high up onto her chest as if she were standing up. I continued to tighten the chord until her nipples were only about four inches apart and her nipples were pointing at each other grotesquely. 

I picked up the plastic bat and hit the sides of her tit hard. Her entire chest shook and S felt the pain as her nipples stretched. I hit her again on her other tit and then across her bound nipples. She screamed. Laying down the bat, I pulled her tits even closer together. The pain in her distended nipples was increased as not only did they have to support the weight of her titflesh but her breasts were so full that when they mashed together, her nipples would be about 2 inches apart. She winced with pain as she looked down to where her nipples almost touched. Sliding the last bulb into the slot, I picked up a scissor and cut the excess cord. I gently teased S's pendulous breasts and then tucking my finger into her generous cleavage, I hooked it around the plastic cord and began to move her huge tits around on her chest. Her face contorted with pain as the movement stretched her nipples even further.

"You know, few women truly have tits big enough to fuck. Yours will do nicely." I said as I poured some oil into S's tightly packed cleavage. Reaching for the bar at the foot of the bed, I slid it forward until it was over her face. Holding it tightly, I nudged my cock between the undersides of S's huge tits. I inched forward slowly as S bit her lip with a gasp as she felt my thick cock press between her tightly bound tits. The strain on her nipples increased as the head of my cock emerged from between her tits and pointed straight at her mouth. I pressed forward as my hips pushed her tits toward her face and my cockhead brushed her sweet lips. 

"Kiss it." I instructed and S did, her tongue flicking across the tip. I smile at her. Taking hold of the bar, I began to slowly stroke into that ever so tight valley between her tits. S knew that I was starting out slowly but the pain in her titflesh was incredible. She knew that once I started to fuck her tits fully, she would be screaming in agony. 

Slowly I began to increase the pace and the oil made for slick passage through her valley of pleasure but the strain on her distended nipples was beyond belief. S kept her mouth open in anticipation of my cum. As I started to thrust between her tits, they bounced violently, making the earlier pain of running seem like it was nothing. Her nipples became even more distended and raw as her face was masked with pain. 

Suddenly Katherine entered the room wearing the short robe. She saw me sitting astride S, with my cock jammed between her huge tits. "What's going on here?" she demanded. "I woke up and you weren't there. I've never had a man leave me in bed to go fuck another woman." she shouted.

"Come here." I said softly. Her initial anger spent, Katherine walked over to the bed. She looked a bit embarrassed by the force of her outburst. When she stood beside me, I reached up and slapped her hard across the cheek. She screamed in surprise as her hands flew up to her face. She was stunned. I grabbed her wrist and forced her to her knees. 

"The first thing you're going to learn today is that you do not control my body. Beyond that, you don't even control your own body. But that you will learn later today." I said in a soft but very menacing voice. Katherine was frightened. I let go of her wrist. 

"Strip." I said. The word was frightening and Katherine shook slightly as she undid the sash of the robe and let it slide off of her shoulders. She knelt naked before me as I slid out of S's magnificent titflesh. Reaching under Katherine's arms, I cupped her tits and lifted her to her feet. Pulling her by her hair, I moved her behind the padded bar. I attached her wrists to the hanging chords and quickly raised her arms over her head until her feet lifted off the floor. 

"For S here, pain is the necessary punishment. It is what works. She likes it to a point but then it moves out of her control. For you pain is relatively ineffective. What works for you is not being in control of your body. You like it but at the same time it tortures you." I said as I played with her nipple. It got rock hard under my fingers. "To be sure a little pain will also be effective, so I'm going to attach clips to these cute little nipples and then add some weights. Not as much as S got but then she's used to it and requires more strain." I said as I pinched and twisted both of her nipples. 

Katherine remembered how heavy the weights had been as she had removed them from S's nipples but she realized she didn't have anything to attach them to. "Then I'm going to fuck S in front of you over and over until I'm through and you will remain high and very, very dry." I taunted her.

I pushed a ball gag into Katherine's mouth and secured it in place. I picked up two alligator clips from a cup on the table and held them in front of Katherine's eyes. I opened one of the clips and Katherine saw the sharp metal teeth. She squirmed as I pinched and pulled on her nipple. "Either you stay still or I'll spread you so you can't move and inch." I threatened. Katherine stopped.

I sucked her hard nipple into my mouth and then having aroused it, slowly attached the clip so it got a good bite into her tender nub. She winced in pain as the sharp teeth bit into her tender flesh. I did the same to her other nipple. Then I selected a moderate pair of weights and secured them to the clips. Katherine felt the added strain on her tortured nipples. At least she would not have to endure them bouncing all over the place while being fucked as S had the evening before. She was grateful for that. 

The discomfort in her tits was nothing compared to what she knew came next. The slow and deliberate fucking of a beautiful woman who she viewed as a rival by the man she wanted to be fucking her this very instant; who could satisfy her every need as he had done so many times recently. She knew I was right. Her loss of control of the situation and of her body was her point of greatest punishment. 

I set the weights swinging as I picked up the scissor and slit the chord binding S's nipples together. Her huge tits fell to her sides and she was relieved that the strain on her poor distended nipples was gone. In a moment a new pain filled her tender nubs as the stretching became even more painful as her nipples tried to relax and readjust.

I raised the foot of the bed a bit more and pulled the foam block from behind S's head. She lay her head back over the edge of the bed and felt relieved that her fortunes had changed. Or so she thought. I attached two chords to the overhead bar and then slipped the ends through each of her nipple rings and tied them leaving lots of slack.

I stepped up and teased S's cheeks with my cock finally sliding my rod into her mouth. Thankful, for not being in pain at the moment, her lips and tongue caressed my cock. I began to massage her abused tits gently and she moaned as her nipples remained hard but did not look so stretched. 

I withdrew from her mouth and sat beside her. I fondled her breasts and then began to suck and chew on her recently abused nipples. S moaned loudly as my teeth and tongue gently teased her tender nubs. S moaned loudly as I nibbled my way down her body and slid my tongue into her drenched pussy. She sighed again as I began to eat her sweet pussy. Her lips were engorged and her body writhed with passion. The sweet smell of her love juices filled the room. When I lifted my body over hers and fell into a 69 position, S sucked on my cock for all she was worth. 

Katherine was beside herself as she watched her rival suck on me as I caressed her body and brought her pleasure. She was excited, jealous, angry and ashamed. She was also frustrated as hell as she hung only inches from me and yet out of reach.

I moved around to sit between S's open thighs. Katherine watched as I teased S's engorged labia - remembering just how it felt last night when the roles were reversed and I was doing this to her. Sliding my ramrod into S's tight love hole, I started to fuck her slowly. Her body responded with exceptional passion. I lay down across her spread body and thrust deep into her loins again and again as her love muscles caressed my invading shaft and her pleasure was broadcast by her constant moans and squeals. Katherine was in her own kind of personal agony. S squeezed my shaft with her powerful love muscles but I was not interested in cumming just yet. Raising my body, I pumped hard into S's tight pussy and watched as her huge tits bounced freely on her chest. Katherine's gaze was fixed on those bouncing tits also. She was more than a little jealous of S's magnificent body - not that hers was anything to apologize for.

I reached for the overhead bar and holding it for balance, sat up and continued to thrust deeply into S's warm body. S's tits were starting to hurt again as the movements of her tits became more violent. Sliding the bar down until it was poised above her heaving chest and I ran a piece of cord through her nipple rings and attached it to the bar above her chest. Holding the bar, I began to turn it in its bracket. S realized quickly what was about to happen. As I turned the bar, the cords attached to her nipples would wind around the bar until all the slack was removed and then her nipples would be pulled up into the air. As her tits thrashed about, the length of the cord would determine how far her tits could roll and the strain on her nubs would be increased. 

I turned the bar until her nipples began to rise and I could see that there was some strain on her nipples as they were lifted into the air and the weight of her massive tits was suspended by them. Continuing to thrust into her tight pussy, I felt her muscles clamp on my shaft as she tried to make me cum faster. As I rammed into her body, her tits bounced towards her face but only as far as the nipple chords allowed them. Turning the bar further, her nipples were pulled higher and the strain increased. Now almost their full weight was supported by her distended nipples and the movement of her massive tits with each thrust was severely restricted. S cried in pain as she felt like her nipples were going to be ripped off her chest as I fucked her body with full force. 

Katherine watched in horror and fascination as each turn of the bar lifted her rival's tits higher and higher until there was almost no movement possible for her nipples as the meat of S's huge tits bounced back and forth on her chest. Each thrust into her body was a mass of pain for the captive girl. For once in her life, S wished she had been flat chested.

"You realize if you hadn't lied to me I wouldn't have to be punishing you while I'm punishing her." I said to S. She nodded. I lowered the end of the bed about an inch and whatever slack was left in the nipple chord was now gone. S screamed as the pain increased in her chest and she arched her back in an effort to ease the strain a little.   

Katherine was getting excited as she watched me fuck S. She wanted my cock inside of her and not in this beautiful blonde. Her pussy was drenched and her clit stood full at attention but there was no way to caress it or to rub it against something - anything hard. She was frustrated and that feeling was doubled because she knew this was the most effective punishment for her. But there would be more to come. 

Pumping hard into S's body, I felt my cum start to boil deep in my balls. I smiled down at S and she got excited as she sensed what was about to happen. I thrust deeper and faster into her tight pussy as her huge breasts bounced heavily against her bound nipples. As I thrust one final time, my cock exploded in her tight pussy as my finger touched the button and the bed dropped another inch. S screamed loudly as her insides let go with buckets of cum and her nipples practically were ripped from her chest as she arched her back as far as it would go. Katherine could see my muscles contract as I stayed firmly embedded deep in S's beautiful body. She wanted to scream her frustration as I filled another woman in front of her eyes. 

"Have you learned your lesson?" I said looking down at S. She nodded.

"MMmmmm." Katherine answered through her gag even though I wasn't speaking to her. 

"No, you still have another lesson to learn today." I taunted her as I swung her nipple weights. She winced in pain. 

I eased the strain on S's nipples by turning the bar back and her nipples lowered. At first she was relieved but knew that the pain would really start in a moment or two as her nipples tried to readjust. I released her wrists and the blonde beauty began to gently touch her abused tits. She caressed them as I watched. I withdrew from her body and rested against the headboard. I nodded to her and she untied the chords attached to her nipple rings. 

"Suck on me." I said and S slowly pulled herself up and inched forward until she lowered her mouth to my cock. I felt her lips close around my shaft and her tongue teased the underside of my rod. S sucked until I let her up. She had a great mouth - almost as great as Katherine's. Katherine watched as she got even more frustrated. 

I rolled S over and crawling on top of her, teased her tits with my tongue and played gently with her body as she squealed. I helped her up and we went in to take a shower, soaping each other thoroughly and laughing and giggling as Katherine remained suspended over the bar to endure her frustration alone. 

I led S down the hall for breakfast. 

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Katherine Ch. 09



This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order. 

CHAPTER 9 Katherine is punished - phase 1

When we returned to S's room, I had S kneel at the foot of the bed and lean her body over the mattress. Her ass stuck out invitingly. I raised the end of the bed to its highest position, bringing her beautiful ass to cock height. Her thighs parted and her feet barely reached the floor. She pulled her arms up over her head and turned her head to the side. Her beautiful, blonde hair lay on the mattress framing her beautiful face. 

Taking hold of Katherine's ankles, I lifted her hips off the bar and flipped her over so she faced the door. Adjusting the bar slightly, I raised first one foot and then the other and attached them to the ends of the bar so her thighs were fully split. I lowered Katherine's body a bit and then moving the bar again, eased her ass over S's. 

As I pressed the button for the hoist, Katherine felt her body descend until her body set down firmly on S's beautiful ass. As I continued to lower her body, she leaned back until her shoulder blades touched the bar above S's body. I slid a rope under her breasts and tied it tightly to the bar so she could not slide her body forward. Katherine felt the coarseness of the rope as it bit into the soft flesh on the underside of her tits. The weights I'd attached to her nipples dangled out to her sides and continued to pull at her sore nipples. I slid the bar back slightly to add to her discomfort. Katherine looked down and saw that she was asshole to asshole with S, her thighs parted wide, with her knees slightly lifted and bent. Katherine figured that I was going to fuck both of them in this position and ordinarily I would have, sliding my cock in and out of any of their tight holes at will. 

I stepped up to the women and Katherine's eyes were transfixed on my ramrod. "Normally this would have been for you. I would have filled your pussy and made you cum over and over again as you know only too well that I can do. Right now it is all for S and as open and ready as you are right now, all you can do is look down between those lovely thighs of yours at my cock as it slides into another woman's pussy. All you will feel is the motion of our fucking and her body shudder every time she cums." I taunted her. Katherine quickly realized that her pussy and thighs were back just enough that her body would not even touch mine as I thrust into S. She tried to wiggle forward but the rope under her tits bit into the softness of her mams and stopped her. So near and yet so far.

I rubbed my cock a few times for Katherine to see and slowly slid it into S's sweet love channel. She moaned loudly as I penetrated her pussy to the hilt. My hips pressed firmly to her ass as my body did not touch Katherine's open thighs. Katherine watched totally frustrated and somewhat humiliated as I began to fuck S. With each stroke she could feel S move but that didn't help her. Neither did the loud moans emanating from the beautiful blonde being fucked right under her. Katherine screamed her frustration into her gag as S screamed her first orgasm. Katherine could feel the contraction of muscles and the shudder that ran through the body below her as she watched my cock slide in and out covered with S's love juices. 

I reached out and grabbed the bar on either side of Katherine's tits making sure not to touch her body and increased the rhythm and depth of my strokes. I was excited by Katherine's frustration and the complete vulnerability and helplessness of her young body. I whaled into S and her body responded with real lust. I felt her muscles contract to milk my cock as did Katherine. Over and over I thrust deep into her tight loins as Katherine watched my shaft withdraw and then penetrate S's body and tears began to roll down Katherine's cheeks. The weight on her nipples swayed with each thrust pulling gently at Katherine's aching nipples. 

I thrust again into S's tight pussy and with a loud grunt, shot my cum deep into her body as S screamed. Her body convulsed with a powerful orgasm of her own and Katherine felt every vibration of it. I slid out of S's tight pussy and Katherine watched as a string of cum clung to the tip of my cock as I pulled out of S's body. I bent down and placed a warm wet kiss on S's warm asscheek. 

I released the rope under Katherine's breasts and untied her ankles. I raised her body until she was standing. Katherine felt the weights pull down on her aching nipples. I released her wrists and she rubbed them to regain circulation. 

"Kneel over here in the position for punishment." I instructed and Katherine stepped between S's spread thighs and then sank to her knees. Bringing her arms up over her head, she placed her hands behind her neck and interlaced her fingers. She rocked her body back a bit as she slid her knees apart as her beautiful thighs spread for me. The weights continued to dangle from her sore nipples as she waited to see what I would do next. Katherine was dying to redeem herself. S still lay over the mattress her ass raised and her thighs parted. I sat down on the edge of the mattress and caressed S's firm ass. Cum oozed out of her loins and the edges of her pussy glistened with cum. 

"I want you to lick her pussy clean." I said and Katherine's face went white. She'd never had sex with another woman. She looked up at me with trepidation in her eyes but realized that she could not refuse. Keeping her hands behind her head, she bent her body forward and brought her lips to S's oozing love hole. S moaned loudly as Katherine's soft lips touched her own. The powerful aroma of lovemaking overwhelmed Katherine. The taste of mixed cum was not new to her but having to lick the cum from a session she had not been part of was something else. 

Katherine hated what she was being forced to do but knew that she really had little choice. As S's body began to buck and her loins flooded even more, the power of the moment overwhelmed Katherine and she found herself probing deeper and deeper into S's beautiful body with her most talented tongue. 

I sat beside the two beauties and watched Katherine lick out all the cum from S's sweet love hole. As she tired, she eased her body back to a kneeling position with her ass resting on her own ankles. I caressed S's firm asscheek and then holding her arm helped her stand up. "Go clean yourself up and then come back in here." I said. S smiled at me and padded out of the room. 

I slid over on the edge of the mattress and sat in front of Katherine. My cock lay spent only a few inches in front of her moist lips. "You've just learned your first lesson of the day. You don't control my body. You still have another lesson to learn." I said. Katherine wondered about my statement while she stared at my cock. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt my hands reach out for her head and I rubbed her cheeks and lips over my cock. She tried to wrap her lips around my shaft but I did not want her to have the pleasure. I wanted her to smell and taste S's cum mixed with my own but not to have the pleasure of sucking on my cock. She'd never tasted another woman's cum and she wasn't sure if she liked it, but right now all she wanted to do was get my cock into her mouth and redeem herself if only a little bit. As I lifted her face away from my shaft, Katherine realized she was being further punished.  

S returned to the room and I slid back on the bed. Katherine remained kneeling as I motioned S to stand in front of me. She stepped in front of Katherine. I nodded to her and she bent forward and taking hold of my spent tool, guided it between her lips and sucked on me until all of our cum was gone. Katherine watched her rival, bent over the end of the bed, her ass spread in front of her as she sucked on me. Her frustration level was rising. 

"S, remove her weights." I said and turning around, S lifted her hands to Katherine's sore tits. She had never been touched by another woman and was uneasy when she felt S's fingers pinch her tits and then unclip the clips from her nipples. Katherine was relieved when the sharp teeth of the clips let go of her sore nubs. She'd be feeling a new pain in a few moments but I would let her discover that by herself. 

"You will come with me and you will not touch yourself in any way." I instructed her and Katherine nodded. As she rose to her feet she began to feel the pain in her nipples as circulation began to return them. "Turn around," I instructed. Katherine quickly obeyed. I slid my hands under her thick hair and unbuckled the strap of the gag but did not remove it. I touched her soft shoulder and the naked beauty turned around to face me. I nodded and Katherine reached up and removed the ball gag from her own mouth. She held it out to me and I took it from her. Tears ran down her soft cheeks. 

"S, you can have the afternoon off and use the tub and the pool. Remember the rules." I warned and she nodded. I was pretty sure that she would not break them again after her ordeal of the previous night. She knew I meant business and had a wide variety of other painful tortures for her.

I led Katherine into the kitchen and we ate brunch. As she sat down on the vinyl seat she gasped as her burning pussy contacted the cold seat. She flashed back to our night at the restaurant. 

After eating I turned to Katherine. "Did you bring your swim stuff?" I asked. Katherine nodded. "Go get it and remember about touching yourself - anywhere." I reminded her. Katherine nodded. 

She returned with a very small string bikini and a sheer lace top. It was long enough to cover her beautiful ass but only barely. As for the rest of it was all but see-through.

I nodded to her and she picked up the bikini and tied it around her body. She was very careful not to caress herself as she dressed. She slipped into her lacy top and put on some open-toed sandals. I smiled at her and she did a pirouette and her beautiful hair cascaded out over her shoulders. She did look beautiful even if she was horny beyond belief. 

"Are we going to the beach?" she asked. 

"No, somewhere much more private." I said. Katherine smiled. 



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Katherine Ch. 09-10



Chapter 9 

The Studio

I had a hectic couple of days and although I still had some lingering concerns about what Katherine actually had in mind for the photographic session I pushed those aside, and was so busy I had no trouble in following her request that I should leave my cock alone. 

When I arrived at the studio and Katherine let me in I found she and her helper were still setting up, moving lights and checking cables. 'We won't be long now.' she said, giving me a kiss and then leading me through the equipment to an old sofa at the back of the studio. 'There's some coffee brewing, or a beer in the fridge.' she said, pointing to a small kitchen area behind a partition. 'Make yourself comfortable for a few minutes.'

I passed on the refreshments and watched, interested to see Katherine working at her profession. She displayed the same air of certain confidence that I had experienced in her love-making, making fine adjustments to the complexity of equipment that seemed to be scattered around at random, but which in fact I guessed, had been placed according to a well thought out plan.

At first I took little notice of her helper who seemed to spend most of her time in the shadowy corners of the studio. But something about her bothered me and eventually she came closer and I had an opportunity to get a better look at her, and immediately felt my heart skip a couple of beats.

As she was wearing what looked like a track-suit I couldn't see much more of her body than the fact that she was tall and slim, so it was her profile that first caught my attention. She seemed very young, probably not much more than eighteen I thought, but it was the shiny, chestnut brown hair that was pulled back tightly off her face and made into a neat bun at the back of her head that really did it. From the angle I was seeing her she looked very much like Belinda, the girl in my Degas print.

'Oh I'm sorry, how rude of me!' Katherine suddenly said as she straightened up from what she had been doing. 'Craig, this is Belinda, she'll be giving us a helping hand.'

'Belinda?' I gasped disbelievingly.

'Yes, really, and she's a dancer too. It's remarkable isn't it.' Katherine answered with a mischievous smile as I took the opportunity to take a closer look at the girl who was then smiling shyly at me. Being able to see her face properly for the first time I found that although the resemblance was in fact only superficial it really needed very little imagination to cast her as my fantasy Belinda's slightly older sister.

'And from what you have told me about your Belinda, and what I know about this one, there are other similarities too Craig.' Katherine said cryptically, then added. 'Now we only have a couple of things left to do so why don't you get your things off, there are some hooks and a robe in the kitchen. Then try calling up some of your Belinda fantasies, that should get things started.' she added with a truly wicked smile.

I did as she suggested, in the circumstances not really surprised to find that my cock had to that point remained resolutely unstirred. Not wanting to make a complete fool of myself, having stripped off I shut my eyes, then, while handling myself, brought back memories of some of the things Katherine and I had done together a few evenings earlier.

That had started to do the trick when, through my still closed eye-lids I saw the sudden increase in light. 'OK, everything's connected up, just stand on the marker for a minute Belinda while I tone some of these down.' I heard Katherine say, then opening my eyes, I saw the brilliant glare slowly reducing.

'Good, that's better, now let's see about Craig.' she said a minute or two later and then her head popped around the corner of the partition. 'How are things progressing?' she asked with a grin. 'Just put these on for me please, then you can rejoin us.' she added as she handed me a pair of slate-blue boxer shorts.

I could tell that they were made of real silk and when I slipped them on I found the feel of them against my skin was really nice, especially brushing against my partially stiffened cock.

'You won't need the robe on Craig, it gets pretty hot under these lights. We'll be stripping down too.' Katherine said when I went out into the dazzling light that still filled one end of the studio. 'Then just sit on that stool please, while I run a few lighting checks, get the balance right for your skin tone. And slip this on, amongst other things it will keep the glare out of your eyes.' she added, handing me an eye-mask.

I shrugged the robe off and turned to go and sit on the stool, and was just in time to see Belinda taking off the shapeless track-suit. Underneath it she was wearing a dark coloured, single piece leotard, and although it covered her from neck to ankle it also fitted her like a second skin.

Although tall and still youthfully slim, with extraordinarily long legs, her body was also mouth-wateringly curvy. She had a tiny waist and wash-board flat stomach, but her hips and buttocks had a decidedly feminine shape, and the size of her still developing breasts stretched the thin fabric even more provocatively.

She looked up and caught me watching her and gave me a knowing smile before turning to hang the track-suit over the back of a chair.

That of course gave me the opportunity to see her arse properly, and I allowed my eyes to linger for a few seconds on the tight fullness of those twin globes before doing as Katherine had asked.

Having made myself comfortable on the stool and slipped on the eye-mask I tried to relax while Katherine did her technical stuff. I found that although the situation was in one way positively weird, in another there was something decidedly erotic about it. 

The idea that there were two extremely attractive women whose sole purpose was to see me in a state of sexual arousal, was both flattering and exciting. Remembering the incredible things Katherine's hands were capable of doing to me, and at the same time wondering just what role Belinda would play, was even more so.

I found my head was filled with a confusion of images and thoughts. Of the sight of this Belinda's lycra-clad body, of the Belinda hanging on my bed-room wall, of the fantasies I had developed about what she and I did together.

I don't know just how long I drifted in that semi-conscious state but I was brought back to reality by the feel of a hand on my thigh and the sound of Katherine's voice. 'Just hold that position Craig, I'm going to make some adjustments here then I'll take a few shots of you as you are.' she said, her hand moving to my cock.

What had been going on in my head had obviously spurred its growth and sensitivity and I felt it twitch as Katherine eased it down until I felt it pressing against my upper thigh. 'Yes, that's good, the silk outlines its shape very nicely.' she said softly, making a minor adjustment to its position, and then adding. 'Now I'm just going to move this leg a little, and now your arms, to here and like so.'

I heard her move back, presumably to check the pose, then she explained the process. 'I'm using several cameras Craig, colour, black and white and a digital video, and of course I'll be moving about a bit too, so there will be times when I ask you to try to hold still for what might seem a bit long, just do your best. Sometimes I'll say, 'breathe in and hold it', and when I do just try to do that until I say, 'relax now'. 

Now it may be difficult at first but what I want you to try to do is forget that we are here, forget why you're here and just think sexy thoughts. Maybe remember what we did last time, or some scenes from your past, perhaps one of your 'Belinda' fantasies, or even what we might get up to here after we've finished the shooting. That's up to you, but don't worry, we'll also help you along from time to time.' she added in a cheeky tone of voice.

For the next ten or fifteen minutes I did my best to do as Katherine had asked, but found the need to hold still from time to time, plus the various sounds and movements made it difficult to keep my mind off what was going on around me. Each time I called up some image or memory something happened; a camera shutter clicked, or Katherine either moved or said something to Belinda, any of which interrupted the flow of what she had called, 'sexy thoughts'.

So with nothing much going on in my head there was obviously nothing much happening below. I don't know whether she had anticipated that, or if her reactions were prompted by necessity but, after having a few quiet words with Belinda, Katherine came to my side and I felt her hand on my thigh as she said in a low whisper. 'Belinda's a gorgeous girl, isn't she.'

'Mmm. Yes she is.' I replied as I felt her hand moving slowly up and down my thigh.

'It's an amazing coincidence, I mean her name, and that she's a dancer. What's even more amazing is that she likes doing some of the things you and I do. Her reasons are different but just like me she gets excited by the sight of a man's cock, if it's a particularly nice one that is. I've told her yours is the best I've ever found, and as she knows how many men I've seen she's naturally keen to see it for herself.'

While she had been speaking her hand had continued its slow movement, edging steadily closer to where my still partially stiffened cock lay, and I could feel that what she was telling me, plus the anticipation of her touch was having the effect she wanted. 'Later, when we've taken a few more shots, I'm going to let her handle it for herself, I've had to promise to let her do that, she insisted. So you'll be able to compare us, see if we do things differently for you, see which you like better. Does that idea appeal to you?'

'Yes of course it does.' I muttered, feeling a sudden rush of blood coursing into my cock as Katherine's fingers finally made contact with it.

'Ah yes, I can see it does.' she replied, lightly stroking the quickly growing length. 'Just hold on for a bit longer then. I'm going to take just a few more shots now.' she added, giving it few more encouraging strokes before moving away again.

I could tell from the tingling sensations I was getting that what her touch and suggestive words had started was continuing, that my cock was still growing. The feelings I was getting from it as it inched its way along my thigh were thrilling, one side of the head brushing against the hairs on my leg, the other against the thin silk that was holding it down.

But even as those sensations were registering I found myself trying to picture the expression on Belinda's face as she watched it through the lens of one of the cameras. Remembering the knowing look she had given me as she peeled off her track-suit. Comparing her youthfully sexy body with Katherine's. Wondering just what she would do, and how different her fingers would feel when she fondled me.

And although I could hear camera shutters clicking, and from time to time behind that, Katherine's urgent whispers, that time neither broke through what was going on inside my head, nor, from the increasingly tight feel of the restraining silk, slowed the growth of my steadily engorging cock.

In fact I got so involved with my thoughts and feelings that I didn't even hear Katherine moving towards me and so was a bit startled when I heard her speaking softly in my ear. 'Don't move just yet, and don't lose that train of thought Craig, you're doing fine, starting to look very impressive. I just want to make a slight adjustment.' she said as one hand pressed lightly down against the shaft, and I felt the other tugging the leg of the shorts a little lower.

'That's good, your cock-head was starting to show itself, and its better to leave something to the imagination at this stage.' she added before giving it a couple of quick but affectionate squeezes.

They took several more shots of me in that position then Katherine came over again and having undone the buttons on the fly she slipped her hand down inside the shorts. As all her previous contact had been indirect, actually having her cool fingers touching the heat of the shaft sent a surge of pleasure through me, and that was followed by several more even more powerful ones when she slid them slowly up and down it.

'I'm certain Belinda didn't really believe what I said about the way you are built, but I can tell from the way she's been looking at you that she's not quite so sure now. And when she sees this she'll be convinced I wasn't exaggerating.' she said softly as she extricated it from inside the restraining silk and continued stroking me. 'Now I just need these to complete the picture. Then provide a bit of gloss.' she added as one hand returned to what it had been doing and the other freed my balls as she bent low.

The feel of her lips slipping down over the head and then her tongue swirling around it amplified the strength of the thrills her hands were already giving me and I felt my cock jerk fully upright. 'Mmm!' she gurgled when she felt the strength of my instant response, then bobbed, and sucked it hard several times before lifting her head.

'Ah yes, as reliable as ever.' she said as her fingers continued moving up and down the straining length. 'Are you ready for this Belinda? Double-check the focus please. Now I want to take a series of shots from various angles Craig, so you're going to hear me moving around you. Just keep breathing nice and slowly and hold it when I ask you to.' she said as she released me and moved quickly away.

There followed a period of relatively hurried activity, I could hear Katherine moving about, and could tell from the loudness of the shutter clicks that she had taken some shots from really close up. But even through all that I was still very conscious of the feelings I was getting from my cock as it twitched and jerked, as though seeking more of what she had done for it.

'You can relax now Craig.' Katherine said after a while and then I heard her coming back towards me. 'That was excellent but now we start getting serious.' she said. 'Stand up please, I'll get rid of the stool, and the shorts. But I'll leave the eye-mask on for now, just let me know if you start feeling dizzy, or need to rest. OK?'

'OK.' I replied as I got to my feet, at first swaying a little unsteadily.

'Balance is tricky when we can't see, so be careful, just move your feet a little further apart.' she said, taking my arm.

Her suggestion worked and I stood still while she slid the shorts down and then she supported me as I stepped out of them. Then, having made a few adjustments to my pose, moving my arms behind my back and turning my head to one side, she slid her hands slowly down over my chest and stomach. 'I don't know about Belinda but I seem to have temporarily misplaced my professional bearing, I'm starting to get uncomfortably wet.' she said in a low voice as one hand continued moving down over my hip and began stroking my thigh, while the other brushed lightly against my cock. 'I can't imagine how randy I'll be by the time we've finished.'

'I'd better line my tongue up for some heavy over-time then.' I replied with a grin.

'Mmm, I think so. Do you like the idea of that?' she asked, trailing her fingers along the shaft then up and over the head.

'Of course, you know I love doing it for you.'

'I think you just like the idea of turning me into a helpless mass of squirming jelly.'

'That too.' I agreed, giving a low gasp as her fingers curled and gave my cock a few much tighter, brisker pumps.

'Well whatever your reason, I'll be available for as long as you can keep going. So while you think about what you're going to do with me I'll go and check things through the camera.' she said, releasing my by then steadily pulsing cock and moving away.

'That looks great, now start breathing slowly again, and hold it when I ask you to.' she said a minute or so later, and that was followed by another period of movement and rapid shutter clicking.

What she had said about how aroused she had got, plus what her hands had been doing to me had driven my excitement even higher, and that and the thought of burying my face between her ever welcoming thighs made it really difficult to concentrate on maintaining the pose. I did my best but was ever conscious of the feel of blood still coursing down into my cock, making it throb even more strongly as it became more and more bloated.

'I think we're about ready for a dew-drop, would you like to do that for me Belinda? Oh, and take the oil with you please. But let me reload all the film first.' I heard Katherine say after that series of shots was completed.

'Belinda's going to do something nice for you Craig, then after a few more shots she's going to oil you, the sheen creates interesting highlights.' she explained.

The mere thought that I was finally going to have the young girl's hands touching me sent the pressure inside me even higher and I felt myself trembling in excited anticipation. Then just a couple of minutes later I heard a sweet voice say. 'Hi! I hope you don't mind if I say I think you have a great body, and that everything Katherine told me about the way you are built is absolutely true.'

'Not in the least.' I replied, then gave a sharp gasp as I felt her fingers make contact.

'And you don't mind me doing this?' she added as her fingers curled lightly around the throbbing shaft and began moving slowly back and forth.

'Be my guest.' I grunted as powerful thrills began surging up through my body.

'It's a gorgeous penis, in some ways quite beautiful, but at the same time it also gives off a sense of its barely restrained power. It's hard to describe, but it's really exciting to look at, and you're very lucky, lots of men would give their right arm to have one like yours.' she said huskily as her hand continued moving up and down the shaft.

'And just as many girls would do the same to have a figure like yours Belinda.' I somehow managed to reply through the increasingly strong waves of pleasure her fingers were generating.

'Do you think so?' she asked in surprised tone of voice. 'But you've hardly seen anything of me.'

'Enough to know you have a stunningly sexy body.'

'Well thank you, but let's just concentrate on you. You are awfully hard now, hot too, and I can feel a pulse beating.' she added as her grip tightened a little.

But she had only given me three or four more of those firmer strokes before she was interrupted by Katherine's call. 'Belinda!'

'I've seen it.' Belinda replied, immediately withdrawing her hand and moving away, momentarily leaving me with no idea of what was going on. Then I made the connection between the clicking camera shutter and what Katherine had said about a 'dew-drop'. She must have been referring to and waiting for the first drop of pre-cum to appear, and Belinda's skilful fingers had obviously already produced it.

But in those few minutes she had also sent the pressure inside me even higher, and I could feel my cock jerking about, almost as though it was vainly searching for those pleasure-giving fingers. Although its unpredictable movements must have made it more difficult for her Katherine was patient and seemed to want to take quite a few shots of me in that condition. Again I heard her moving around, and at one stage she had come so close I could sense her proximity and thought I could actually feel her breath on my skin.

But eventually she must have been satisfied with what she had got and said. 'OK, let's have some oil now please Belinda. Remember what I said, get it down to the line of his pubic hair but make sure you don't get any on his genitals, I want those clearly contrasting. Then you'll have to thoroughly wash your hands, make sure you don't leave any trace of oil on them please.'




Katherine Ch. 09-10



The next couple of minutes were like some sort of exquisite torture for me. Having Belinda's oil-slicked hands roaming over every part of my body but the very bit I most wanted her to touch set every nerve-end jangling. And of course what she was doing also made my cock jerk even more strongly, making it much more difficult to ensure she didn't get any smears of oil on it. That was especially true when she was smoothing it over my stomach and upper thighs, I could feel her having to pull her hands quickly away from its wild dance and could hear her doing her best to suppress her nervous giggles.

'It's all right for you to giggle.' I said through clenched teeth as I unsuccessfully tried to control my reactions. 'But I bet you'd be squirming if I did the same to you.'

'Oh I'd be doing more than just squirming Craig.' she answered in a serious tone of voice. 'I'm sorry about the giggles, it's just my way of trying to cover up what's going on inside me.' she added.

Although I then remembered that Katherine had briefly alluded to Belinda having similar tastes to our own, until that moment the thought that she was getting physically aroused by what was going on had simply not occurred to me. That Katherine had was one thing, for young Belinda to be affected in the same way was entirely something else.

The possibilities were mind-blowing!

But the idea raised a number of questions. Had I been naive in thinking the set-up was just to produce a series of overtly erotic photographs? Had Katherine foreseen and perhaps even planned for something more, or would the strength of Belinda's reaction be as much of a surprise to her as it was to me? If the former, then what did she actually have in mind for after the session was finished? If the latter, how would she react?

Of course I had no way of knowing the answers so quickly decided to just be alert to whatever might develop. 'Yes I guess that is difficult.' I replied, but added in a more light-hearted tone. 'But still nowhere near as difficult as you are making it for me.'

'I'd say hard, not difficult.' she replied with a low chuckle, then ran her hand up the back of my thigh and gave my bottom a quick squeeze as she added. 'Now I have to go and wash my hands, don't go away, the best bit is still to come.'

So for the few minutes it took Belinda to clean the oil off her hands I was left with just the sounds made by Katherine as she took more pictures of me, plus of course my own thoughts, questions and feelings. And having decided to put any questions right to the back of my mind until later, both my thoughts and feelings revolved around the achingly throbbing thing my over-pampered cock had become.

Although of course I couldn't see it I could feel that although the pressure inside me had continued to rise my cock's previous wild gyrations had stopped. By then it felt as though it was rearing almost vertically, tautly quivering from the strength of that internal tension. Tension that had risen even higher at the thought of the implication of Belinda's final words - 'the best bit is still to come.'

I tried to reduce the pressure and tension by thinking about something else, and found myself wondering how Katherine was coping with her own, presumably still rising level of sexual excitement. Given how strongly she reacted to the sight of masculine tumescence, continuing to take photographs of me in that state must have demanded all her powers of concentration.

But that thought only reminded me of what she would be desperate for by the time the session was finished, and of course that increased rather than decreased the pressure.

I knew that exactly the same thing would happen if I started thinking about Belinda, so even tried blanking everything from my mind. But of course that was impossible so I had no choice but to stand there, wondering how long I would be left to cope with the sensations coming from my cock's throbbing, quivering rigidity.

In fact it wasn't very long at all before I heard Belinda returning, and then Katherine's final instructions to her. 'Now remember what we talked about Belinda. First, just a check that he's still ready, which I think it's pretty obvious he is.' she added. 'Then I just need you to build him very slowly towards his climax. I want to get another couple of shots before that though, so step away when I tell you to please. Then once those are done you can go for it. You'll be able to feel it approaching, but the tricky bit will be letting me know when you think it's imminent, I need to set one camera to automatic power, so I get as many shots as possible in that final few seconds. OK?'

It felt quite odd having what was about to happen discussed in such clinically practical terms, but that feeling only lasted a moment or two because even as Belinda replied. 'Yes, OK.' I felt her fingers curl around the shaft.

By then my cock had become severely over-heated, and as she had just washed her hands they were relatively cold and the contrast in temperatures between them was dramatic. So the first touch made me both gasp with surprise and sent a jolt of excitement surging through my body, a jolt that was immediately followed by another when she tightened her fingers and gripped it to check it's degree of hardness.

My reaction apparently satisfied her that it had lost none of that during her short absence and she began slowly slipping them up and down. 'You must have been having some wicked thoughts while I was gone, keeping it nice and hard for me. In fact I think it feels even hotter than it did before.' she added before doing exactly what Katherine had asked her to do, build me towards my climax, but do it slowly.

In fact she did it very, very slowly, and if I hadn't known what her real motivation was I could easily have believed she was actually taking pleasure from the growing torment she was making me suffer.

Not that she restricted herself to slow movements, either she had watched her in action, or Katherine had given her some instruction, because Belinda used a similar mix of slow but firm, and lighter, faster strokes. And of course the irregular change of stimulation only increased the steady build-up of pressure both inside me and behind the accumulating mass of semen.

Until then it was just my cock that had received all Belinda's attention, but she obviously knew enough about the physiological responses of a male to know that by then my balls would be swollen and tender. And as she was keeping herself out of the direct line of the camera by standing slightly behind me, and to help keep my balance I was standing with my legs spread slightly apart, it was very easy for her to do what she did next.

I felt her free hand pushing forward between them until her fingers brushed against the tightly bulging sac. Even though that first touch was feather-light I couldn't control either the sudden tightening of muscles, or the guttural grunt that came as the electric shock it produced zipped through me. Encouraged by the strength of my response she pushed her hand just a little further forward, so her fingers could curl up around them, and while the other hand continued sliding up and down the shaft, she began stroking, and every now and then, gently rolling or squeezing.

The problems I'd previously had in dealing with the deliberately slow stimulation suddenly paled into insignificance. Until then the source of sensations I had been feeling had been concentrated between my legs, but although I knew her hands hadn't shifted from there I began to experience similar feelings coming from all over my body.

Although befuddled by the waves of intense pleasure surging through me I realised that what I was feeling was being caused by the steady build-up of energy in my tensing muscles. It was as though each one was some sort of spring, each one being steadily wound tighter and tighter, storing the force and power that my body would be needing when I climaxed. But as each one tightened it also triggered the firing of adjacent nerve endings, and the longer the process continued the stronger the signals were that I was receiving in my brain.

I could tell that what was happening to me was affecting my pose. As the intensity of sensations increased I could feel my hands gripping each other harder, feel the nails digging into my flesh, and knew that as other muscle groups tightened my upper body was gradually arching back, my buttocks, thighs and pelvis pushing my cock forward.

And I was also vaguely conscious of Katherine taking several more pictures during that time, heard her instruction to Belinda to move away, then the sharp sound of a camera shutter.

But all those things were no more than faint distractions, no more than the dim 'ting' of a triangle amongst the swelling sound of a symphony orchestra in full flight. My head was filled to bursting point with the explosive mix of unbelievable pleasure and excruciating tension. One part of my brain was demanding immediate relief. Others wanted what was happening to me to just go on, and on, and on.

But of course just as the strongest spring has its eventual breaking point, so my body could only resist the inevitable outcome for just so long. And because my brain was already so overloaded it was Belinda who actually picked the moment.

After all that had been done to me, and with so much volatile pressure accumulated it's not surprising that at the time the details of what happened were lost in the blinding, explosive glare of my climax. It was only later, when it was done and I lay on the sofa, still panting and trembling from the strength-draining effect of it that I pieced together the details.

I remembered feeling my muscles suddenly getting even tighter, and the increasing strain making me want to scream. But not knowing if it would be a scream of pain or ecstasy. Then hearing Belinda's sudden. 'Katherine!' And being vaguely aware that the movement of her hands had stopped.

But the pause made no difference to the things going on inside me and a moment or two later my entire body was wracked by the start of all that stored power being unleashed. Then I heard Katherine's voice. 'Now Belinda!' she cried, then. 'Now!' 'Now!' 'Now!' 'Again!' 'Again!' 'Oh shit, again, and again!'

At the first shout I felt Belinda's hand re-grip my cock, hearing her gasp of disbelief when she found how even more bloated it had suddenly become, and felt the strength of the pulses beating up through it. But after only a split-second pause, and having got her fingers around as much of the shaft as they could reach, she began pumping, slowly but forcefully and following the timing Katherine's calls were giving her.

And as though they were also following her instructions, instead of all the coiled springs inside me releasing their pent-up energy in a single burst, they delivered it in a series of staccato, gut-wrenching explosions. Each one firing a massive jolt of pleasure-pain up into my already over-loaded brain.

The jolts came a second or so apart, each feeling just as strong as the previous one had been, each not only flooding my brain with a rush of ecstatic joy but also triggering the release of the power for the one that followed.

I could tell from the tight, bruising ache in my groin that my balls had been drawn hard up against the base of my cock. Felt the draining surge as more and more fluid was sucked from them. And although the mask prevented me from seeing the result I could guess from all that, plus the tone in Katherine's voice, just how big each blast of semen was, and how far each one must be jetting.

Belinda was not only skilful, she was also both understanding and considerate. Even when my cock seemed to have finally finished spouting she must have known something of what I was feeling, known I needed a little more time to come down from where I had been. 'You were magnificent, truly awe-inspiring!' she whispered as I felt one hand pushing back between my legs to gently cup my depleted balls, while the other went on stroking up and down the shaft. Then she not only milked the last few drops from me but continued on until she finally felt the strength of the tremors rippling through me subsiding.

At the same time I could hear Katherine's far more overtly enthusiastic response. 'That was fantastic Craig! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I know we've got some absolutely brilliant shots!' she said excitedly, then added. 'You were brilliant too Belinda, perfect timing. Now, just give me a minute to turn some of the lights off before you remove his mask.'

I saw the brightness dimming, then Belinda took the mask off and although after the time spent in near total darkness even the remaining lights still seemed extraordinarily bright to me, I got my first proper look at her. She was smiling at me, her dark eyes sparkling. 'Hello!' she said in a low, friendly voice. 'Katherine's right, you were fantastic, even stronger than she said you would be.'

'A lot of that is down to what you did for me.' I replied as I desperately tried to get my breath back.

'I assure you it was a pleasure Craig, a very strong pleasure. Now, why don't you go and rest on the sofa for a while, then go and have a shower to get the body-oil off. We'll be some time cleaning up and taking care of all the equipment.' she said.

I was grateful to do as she suggested and after resting in a drifting haze of totally satisfied pleasures for a short while, went and stood under the refreshing spray.

Having slipped back into a T-shirt and the shorts I had been given to wear I went back in to the studio and found Katherine coiling cables. 'What can I do to help?' I asked, at the same time glancing around for Belinda.

'Hi! You could move these lights over into the far corner for me please, that is if you've got any energy left.' she replied with a grin.

I had moved three or four of the lights and as I had seen no sign of her I asked as casually as I could make it sound. 'Where has Belinda got to?'

'Oh she had to get home. Disappointed?'

'I thought you said. No, no, of course I'm not disappointed. Why should I be.' I said, stumbling through the words.

'Well only if you thought you might have two of us to play with. But after that performance I think that might be a bit much for even you, especially the way I'm feeling by now.' she added darkly.

I took the hint and as soon as we had done what was necessary, took care of Katherine, on the sofa, spending more than half an hour crouched between her wide-spread legs, licking and sucking her to several powerful climaxes before she actually begged me to stop.

Chapter 10

Katherine's Story

Her eager body and wildly enthusiastic responses had revitalised me and by the time she pushed me away I was keen to spend the rest of the night with her. But when I broached that over the late night snack she had prepared for us she said she was anxious to get started on processing some of the negatives straight away.

'That's not going to take all night is it?' I asked.

'No, but its nearly eleven o'clock now, and I'll be at least an hour or two, you don't want to hang around for that long, and anyway I'll be too tired to be much good for either of us by then. Come around tomorrow evening Craig, you'll be able to see some of the first prints by then, and then we'll have as much time as want together.'

I had to admit that although it was certainly not what I wanted, or had hoped for, what she said made sense and so I reluctantly left her to get on with her work.

The events of the previous couple of hours had been so surrealistically extraordinary that even after I went to bed, sleep was a long time coming. I lay there replaying the events in my head, trying to recall and fix in my memory everything that had happened, re-live every second, every tormenting thrill Katherine and Belinda had given me. But of course although I could remember most of what they had done and the strength of my reactions, the actual sensations were lost.

It seemed unfair but I had to accept that the inability to recall intense physical pleasure is the price we pay for not being able to recall equally intense pain. And I had to be satisfied by putting myself to sleep with just a pale imitation of the massively powerful climax Belinda had given me.

I rang Katherine late the following afternoon to find out what time she'd like me to arrive and when she said she expected to be working for another couple of hours I suggested I pick up some Chinese take-away on my way over. She thought that was a good idea so a few hours later, with boxes and a bottle of wine in my arms, I rang her bell.

I had half expected to find her still in the things she'd been working in all day but she'd obviously finished a little while before and had time to shower and change, because she looked stunning. Her burnished copper hair had a brilliant sheen, and her make-up was fresh, highlighting her sparkling grey-green eyes and sensually full ruby lips. And although she was only wearing a relatively simple skirt and top they fitted her beautiful body so snugly that I was sorry I already had both hands full.

'Come on in Craig, they're fantastic!' she said, relieving me of the bottle.

I followed her rhythmically swaying hips and bottom up the stairs, then we went into the kitchen and popped the food in the oven to keep warm before going through to the lounge-room. It was an amazing sight, there were dozens of prints, covering at least half the floor and all obviously carefully laid out in a series of groups.

'There were hardly any duds, and although I say it myself, the rest are really very good, and a few of them are brilliant. Thanks to the subject matter.' she said, giving me a blinding smile, then adding. 'I was so excited last night I didn't thank you Craig. You were absolutely fantastic, thank you, thank you!'

She pulled me close and gave me a long, passionate kiss, then all too quickly broke away again. 'Let me show you some of the really good ones.' she said excitedly.

She proceeded to do just that, and I have to admit that they surprised me, and not just with their technical and artistic brilliance, which was undoubted. What really astonished me was myself, well my cock. Much of its appearance was no doubt due to Katherine's photographic skills, plus the lighting and the angles she had taken it from. But even allowing for that, and ignoring the massive size of it, there was something extraordinarily imposing about it. And although not having the photograph she had previously given me there for a direct comparison, I felt sure mine was in fact the more impressive.

I found that of all the incredible variety of pictures there were three that I really liked, three that I found myself responding to. One from the beginning of the shoot, while I was still wearing the silk shorts, one from when Belinda was caressing me, and the last, showing me ejaculating.

In the first, although none of it showed it was obvious that my cock was fully erect, and as it was being held down against my thigh by the tightly clinging silk its outline was sharp and clear.

The second showed Belinda's hand curled around it, her pale, delicately slender fingers contrasting with the rough, rigid masculinity of the shaft she was holding. Although I couldn't begin to imagine how Katherine had achieved it I found the picture somehow managed to convey both a sense of tender compassion, and one of firm determination.

In the third, Katherine had caught a jet of semen in mid flight. She had presumably cropped that picture so Belinda's hand was left off, just leaving about two thirds of the length of the shaft, but I doubted that anybody would miss that detail. The angrily bulging head and the gaping eye at its tip, plus the thick, creamy white jet would more than hold their attention. They certainly held mine, and I found myself trying desperately to remember just how I had felt at that moment.




Katherine Ch. 09-10



'Don't you look wonderful Craig.' she said quietly, but still interrupting my unsuccessful thoughts.

'The credit is all yours Katherine, well, yours and Belinda's.' I replied with a grin, then added. 'But what will you do with them?'

'Well that's what I need to talk to you about, but we can do it when we eat, and I have had one hell of a day Craig.' she added in a much more sultry tone.

'I thought you were pleased with your work?'

'Oh I am, I am. But can't you imagine what it's done to me, working with all those shots of you looking like that? It was even worse than it was last night, when I had to control myself while watching you through the lens. Today brought all that back, and then some! I've gone through three pairs of panties, they got just too wet.'

'Well we'll just have to see if we can relieve some of that build-up of pressure for you.' I said, turning to take her in my arms.

We made love right there, on the floor beside the prints, rolling around as we kissed and groped each other, not bothering to fully undress, just undoing or removing the few absolutely necessary bits of clothing. Even though just looking at the shots of what they had done to me had given me a hard on I would have been happy to spend as long as she wanted on giving her oral sex, but that wasn't what she needed that time.

Having got my cock out and assured herself it was more than ready for action she rolled me over on to my back and straddled me. 'This won't be one of our truly memorable fucks Craig, but needs must where lust drives.' she said as she pushed herself down on to it.

She augmented what we were doing by using her fingers on herself, rubbing her clitoris so vigorously she had two quick orgasms before the one I gave her when my upthrusting cock finally unloaded into her.

'Phew, I really needed that!' she gasped when we were done with each other. 'Sorry it was so frantic though.' she added, grinning down at me.

'No apologies needed, sometimes it has to be like that, doesn't it.'

'For me, not often, no, but as I said, it has been a hell of a day. Now I don't know about you, but I'm famished, apart from everything else, I've not had anything to eat all day either. So once we've wiped ourselves clean let's go and eat, and we can have that talk I mentioned.' she said, her pussy giving a loud squelching sound as she pushed herself up off me.

As we ate she explained that there were various ways of marketing this type of material. First, and most lucratively important were several magazines, mainly in Europe and Asia, that specialised in what she referred to as artistic pornography. She had sold to them before and knew from experience that there would be a very ready market for many of the better pictures. There were also art groups that held private shows of similar material, and those tapped into the collectors who were willing to fork out very good money for it.

'So it's up to you Craig, you're the subject, so you actually have a fair bit of control over what I do, you at least have to sign a release before I can do anything with the pictures.'

'You mean I get a modelling fee?'

'Of course as a professional that's what I should have negotiated with you right at the start. But then we didn't begin with a professional relationship, did we?' she said with a mischievous smile.

'Far from it. Look I don't want any money from you Katherine, but I'm not sure I want this sort of publicity either.'

'Oh nobody needs to know your name. It's mine that appears, as the photographer. If the pictures do as well as I think they will there will be questions, but I can fend them off with no trouble at all.' she said reassuringly.

So, as she was so obviously enthusiastic about the quality of her work I agreed, saying that if the financial returns were as good as she thought they might be she could take me away for a week-end somewhere as the main part of my payment.

'Part payment, what else would you like?' she asked with a mischievous grin.

'Not what you're thinking.' I replied, deciding that this was as good an opportunity as I would get to broach the subject that had in fact been on my mind since that very first evening. 'But don't you think it's about time you confided in me the way I did with you?' I said, adding. 'After all it was you who said that if we wanted to get to know each other better we should share things.'

She remained silent for a while, perhaps guessing what was on my mind, then asked what I wanted her to tell me.

'Well I explained what happened when I was young, with Heather, how I thought those experiences gave me my sexual preferences. Something must have happened in your life to give you yours.'

'That's true, and in some ways what set mine off was similar to what happened to you. But it's not something I really like to talk about and only a couple of people know the story.'

I thought that seemed a bit unfair, after all I had told her mine, but I suppressed that thought and merely said that she really didn't have to tell me if it made her feel too uncomfortable.

'No, no it's all right Craig, if you'd like to know I'll tell you. But I wanted you to understand that it's not something I share with every man I get close to.' There was a long pause before she spoke again and I didn't know whether she was having second thoughts about sharing her secrets, or was just trying to get things straight in her mind.

'I have a brother and sister, my brother Matthew is two years older than I am, my sister, Kerrie is several years younger. I haven't seen much of Matthew for many years now, he's married, with kids, but when I was a little girl we were extremely close. I guess that as we had always played together when we were very young, as we grew older my parents expected him to continue doing so, and generally keeping an eye on me. I don't know if he was always very happy about doing that, but I loved my big brother and loved knowing he was always there for me.

When my sister Kerry came along several years later I suppose my parents thought that Matthew could continue what he'd always done, play with me and also be trusted to keep an eye on baby Kerry. And although that was probably true initially, by the time Kerry was five, I was in my early teens and Matthew and his friends were all well on their way through puberty.

Back then we lived on a farm some way out of a small country town, there were a few others nearby, with paddocks of grazing cows and horses, and of course the usual scattering of sometimes pretty dilapidated barns and outhouses. To the small number of children around it was all just a wonderful play-ground, and so long as we remembered to shut gates and didn't do any damage the other farmers didn't seem to mind us going on their land.

In earlier years Matthew and I had been on quite a few exploration trips together but as time went by they became less and less frequent, and of course by then he started preferring the company of guys his own age. I didn't like that a bit, for one thing it meant I had to spend more time taking care of Kerrie, and as she was so much younger, by the time I was eighteen that was not my idea of fun.

But most of the time I did what my parents expected me to, until one day, don't ask me why because I have no idea what prompted me to do it, I just went off on my own. Well not exactly on my own, I mean, not aimlessly, I decided I would follow Matthew, see what he and his friends got up to, but do it so he didn't know I was.

As I said, I've no idea what prompted the idea, I had no idea where he was going, or what I intended to do, I just followed him, but hid behind things so that if he looked back behind himself he wouldn't see me.

He didn't go terribly far, down a lane that led to one of the nearest farms, where he met up with a couple of his friends. I don't remember their names now but I know I never liked one of them, he was bit older and had started looking at me in what I thought was in a funny way. Anyway, they got through the fence and headed towards a big old barn at the back of the farm-house.

I didn't know what to do for a while, then my curiosity as to what they were up to got the better of me, so I plucked up my courage and went after them. The barn was an old slab timber one and over the years quite a few of the planks had fallen, so getting inside was easy, but it was comparatively dark in there and at first I had no idea where the boys had gone. Then I heard whispering, and as my eyes got accustomed to what little light there was I saw that the barn had a loft at one end. Without making a sound I got up the ladder, then crept across the loft so I'd be as near as I could get to where I heard their voices.

When I looked cautiously down I saw them, in a line, up against the wall facing the farm-house, and peering through cracks in the timbers. Just as I looked down I heard one of them say. 'There she is! She's bringing out some washing, and just look at what she's got on!'

I knew the couple that ran that farm, they were much younger than most of the others around us and hadn't been married that long. The 'she' the boy had referred to could only be the young farmer's wife, but why they would be spying on her was quite beyond me.

I was still trying to understand that when the boys started doing something that puzzled me even more. By then I could see pretty well and although I was a fair distance away, as I was looking down at them I could see they had undone the fronts of their trousers and got their dicks out.

Of course by that age both my mother and the classes at school had told me the basics of sex, and being close to farm animals I had seen what went on in the animal world. Although I accepted the mechanics of how mothers and fathers made babies, and Mum had said they enjoyed doing it, having heard the cows bellowing in protest when the bulls got at them, I wasn't at all sure about that part. I presumed she'd said it just so I wouldn't feel bad about her having to put up with Dad doing that to her so they could have me.

Mum had told me that the man's penis got stiff when they were about to make a baby, but as she knew I'd seen those on horses and cows, assured me they didn't get anything like as big as that. But for some reason she hadn't mentioned anything about masturbation, so when the boys didn't start pissing, as I first thought they were going to, but instead began tugging at their dicks, I had no idea as to what or why they were doing what they were.

But of course although I was in some ways revolted I was also fascinated, so as they had their eyes glued to what they could see outside, I continued watching them. By then their dicks had grown and got stiff, just as Mum said they did, and although none of them spoke to each other, I could hear them making funny, gasping noises as they seemed to get more and more excited.

Then suddenly, just two or three minutes later, it was all over. I'd caught sight of something glinting, as though each had taken a very, very short piss, then they were scrabbling for a handkerchief to wipe themselves, pushing their dicks back in their trousers and grinning sheepishly at each other. Then they took off and I was left standing there, wondering what on earth it had all been about.

But I knew I wasn't supposed to have seen what I had, so said nothing to anyone, at least not for a week or two. Then Matthew did something mean. I don't remember now what it was but I know I got really angry at him, and when I couldn't get him to stop I said that if he didn't, I would tell Mum what he and his friends had done in the barn.

That stopped him in his tracks, and although at first he thought I was just bluffing, when I said I'd seen them pulling their things while looking at the farmer's wife I could tell from the expression on his face that what I'd seen them doing was really, really bad.

The change that came over him was incredible, he said he'd do all sorts of things for me, so long as I didn't tell. At the time I thought that was marvellous, so I agreed and for the next week or so made him play with Kerrie and I as much as we wanted him to.

But of course being like that meant he was no longer my big, strong older brother, and after a while I wasn't sure I really liked not having the Matthew I knew and loved around any more.

And of course all this time I had continued wondering about exactly what it was that I had actually seen going on in the barn. So, when one afternoon when there were just the two of us doing something together, I found the nerve to ask him about it. Not quite like that of course, it took me a while to work round to it, but anyway, I said if he'd explain he could forget about all the stuff I had been making him do, that we could go back to normal again.

I could see he really didn't want to talk about it, but the prospect of getting off the merry-go-round I'd had him on was stronger, so he said he would. We went off into the fields, found a quiet place where we could talk and he began explaining what happened to boys.

I can still remember the embarrassed look on his face as he began, stuttering and stumbling over words as he tried to find ways of explaining things that he really didn't want to have to. Of course it took me some time to understand that what they'd been doing was something like what Mum had told me about, until then I just hadn't made that connection. But once I had, the other thing I quickly recognised was that what Mum had said about it being enjoyable, was true.

Then of course I had to struggle with the idea that something people enjoyed, had to be kept secret, because that didn't seem to make any sense at all. Everything else we did that was fun, we talked and laughed about, why not this stuff too? But I said nothing about that to Matthew because I was more interested in knowing exactly how it all worked.

He explained how once boys got to a certain age they began to get interested in girls, which Mum had already explained to me, and that sometimes, when they saw a particularly pretty girl, they got excited, and quite often they'd find their dicks' getting stiff. I could understand that too, because I'd seen the same thing with the animals, when horses or bulls got close to the females. But when Matthew said the same thing happened when boys just thought about some girl that seemed almost too amazing to be true.

But I didn't interrupt him and he went on to explain that if it stayed like that for too long it got painful, and that the quickest way of getting rid of the stiffness was to rub it, get the stuff out of it, and that then it would go back to normal again. And I could see that all that made some sort of sense.

Then I asked him to tell me what they'd actually seen from the barn. He was quiet for a while and then he told me about the farmer's wife, about how pretty they all thought she was, about how big her titties were, what a nicely rounded bottom she had, and that on that day she'd just had on a pair of shorts and a little top, both of them very tight fitting.

As he started describing her I saw a dreamy sort of look come into his eyes, as though in his mind he could still see her, then something made me look down, at the front of his shorts.

I suppose he'd started reacting to what we were talking about some time before, and that me asking him about what he'd seen had just speeded things along a bit. But I can still remember seeing the bulge his cock was making, remember getting a funny, excited sort of feeling running up my spine as I tried to imagine what was causing it.

'It's stiff now, isn't it.' I said, and remember what a brilliant red his face suddenly went.

'S'pose so.' he mumbled.

'Then you'd better rub it, get the stuff out. You don't want it to start hurting.' I suggested.

'Can't do that, not with you here.' he said, trying to wriggle himself around so I couldn't see the front of his shorts.

'Why not, I'm your sister, we've done all sorts of things together. Or I could do it for you!' I said, thinking that was an even better idea.

And that's how it started.' Katherine said. 'Two kids in a field, just working out for themselves something of what it's all about.'

'Is that all?' I asked.

'Oh no Craig, just the start. I've no idea how many dozens of times I did it for him over the next few months. And of course it wasn't long before I found that I got a nice squirmy feeling from doing it. Then that I could do something similar for myself. And then, when I'd found out just how good that felt, I was even more keen to do it for Matthew.

He was my big brother, I loved him, and wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could. But I also loved his cock Craig. I loved holding it, feeling it grow big and strong, feel it throbbing as he got more and more excited. And I especially loved watching and feeling him come. Those few seconds when what was happening to my big, strong brother was totally dependent on me, on what I was doing for him.

I guess that as well as all the other nice feelings I got, I also enjoyed the sense of power that doing it gave me. I must have sensed that in those moments before he came I could have got him to promise anything, anything I could think of, so long as I continued doing what I was. That's pretty heady stuff, especially for a still otherwise innocent young girl.

But that's all we ever did. Which probably sounds a bit strange, and looking back I'm surprised that we never went further. But he never touched me, not once. Never even asked if he could. And I never did it to myself when I was with him, only ever when I was alone. But whenever I did it was always his cock I pictured in my head.

So there you are, now you know my secret. Now you have some idea of how my particular preferences began. As I said before, they're not dissimilar to what happened to you. Are they?'

'No, very similar. But what about your preference for oral sex?'

'Oh I think that just followed from all those years of the pleasure I got from masturbating, when I found how much better a mouth and tongue could be I just latched on to it.'





Katherine Ch. 10



Ch. 10: Katherine is Shared

This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order.

We drove across town to a home I own in the suburbs. It was currently empty and I was looking for renters. The backyard had a high fence and shrubs and a very private pool. I ushered Katherine through the house and then into the yard. 

I returned to the house as Katherine slipped off her top and stretched out on the chaise lounge, trying to look as sexy and inviting as she could. She was so horny that she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this frustrated. She wanted to touch her body and relieve her itch but knew she'd better not. 

Inside, I called a friend of mine at a local pizza shop and had him send over his young delivery boy with a pizza. The boy was in high school and though quite nice was not particularly good looking. I'd watched him when I'd been in the restaurant and from the way he watched the girls, it was easy to tell that he did a lot of fantasizing and had very little experience. That was about to change. 

I returned to the yard and found Katherine lying on the chaise. She had removed her bra and raised her knee giving me an inviting view of her barely covered pussy and her upper body leaned forward as she tried desperately to please me. Her long hair hung beautifully over her shoulders and her face was filled with lust. 

"You are soon going to learn your second lesson of the day." I said. 

"What do you mean?" she asked as she realized that all of her efforts to seduce me were failing.

"Do you remember what I told you this morning when I slapped you?" I asked. 

"That I did not control your body." she replied. After a moment of thought she added. "and something about my body, I think." 

"Correct." I said as I handed her two soft leather wrist cuffs, each with a small metal ring. "Put these on." I said. Katherine paled a bit as she buckled the soft leather around her wrists. "I told you that not only didn't you control my body but that you didn't even control your own body. You are about to have that fact demonstrated to you." I told her. Katherine could not imagine what I had planned for her but she felt her pussy start to get moist. 

"Come over here." I said and Katherine stood up and walked over in front of me. "Turn around." I instructed and she obeyed. I looked up at her firm ass as the thong bikini slid up between her firm cheeks Her bottoms were very small and held in place by a string over each hip tied in a bow. 

"Turn around." I instructed and Katherine obeyed. She stood with her thighs slightly apart, her pussy scant inches from my face. She was trembling slightly. I slid my fingers under the soft material of her bikini and pulled the material tight together. Katherine felt the material pinch and slide in between her engorged pussy lips. She looked down at me hoping I would fondle her pussy or at least her bare breasts. Katherine wasn't sure what I was doing or why but she kept silent.

"Go sit down over there." I said and Katherine returned to the chaise. I rose and walked over to her. I took her hands in mine and raised them in front of her bare breasts. I clipped her wrists together. 

Stepping behind her, I instructed her in a very stern voice. "From this moment on you will not say one word unless instructed to. Do you understand?" I said. Katherine nodded. From my pocket I took a strip of black cloth about 3 inches wide and drew it over Katherine's eyes and tied her blindfold in place. She was frightened but did not say anything. I checked to make sure it was tight and covered her eyes. "Can you see anything?" I asked. 

"No." she replied, a touch of fear and excitement in her voice. She had never been blindfolded before, at least not in this kind of situation. 

"I want you to lie face down on the chaise and fold your hands under your face." I told her. Katherine turned her body and stretched out on the chaise. She placed her hands under her head with her arms at shoulder height. She felt the warmth of the pad against her bare skin as the sun beat down on her back and ass. "Now slide your feet over the edges of the chaise." I instructed and Katherine slid her legs open until her feet dangled over the sides of the chair. 

I looked down at her and she truly looked delectable as her long hair lay across her cheek partially obscuring the view of her blindfold. Her body looked beautiful with her bra clearly gone, her thighs parted and her swollen labia peeking out around the sheer material of her thong as it was drawn up tightly into the crack of her beautiful ass. She looked perfect for what I had in mind. 

"Pizza!" a voice called from the side of the house. 

"Back here." I yelled and Katherine's heart went into overdrive. She could hear the voice of a teen-aged kid and realized just how exposed she was lying on the chaise with her bra gone and her bikini drawn tight up into her asscheeks. The kid came into the yard and I looked up at him. "How much do I owe you?" I asked.

"$20.50." he said as he held out his hand. I paid him. As he turned to go, he saw Katherine spread out on the chaise and stopped dead in his tracks. He gazed down at her body and his mouth began to water. I watched as he reached into his pockets and began to rub himself. 

"I see you enjoy looking at my friend here." I said to the young boy.

"Yeah." was about all he could choke out.

"Good." I said. "You can do me a very big favor." I continued. 

"Huh?" he grunted not taking his eyes from Katherine's bared asscheeks. 

"K. here has delicate skin and I'm afraid that she is going to get a sunburn. Since I'm ready to eat my pizza would you be good enough to put some suntan lotion on her body?" I asked. Katherine's heart began to pound in her chest as she realized what I'd just offered to boy. 

The kid looked at me in astonishment. "I mean it. You wouldn't want her to burn herself, especially her beautiful ass." I said. The boy nodded in silence. Katherine thought she would die. I handed him a bottle of lotion as Katherine's mind was racing. Who was this person who was about to rub her body and intimately, she felt sure given the situation. 

The boy took the bottle and went over to sit down beside Katherine. He squirted some lotion on her back and Katherine shuddered as she felt the cool liquid on her warm skin. He began to rub the lotion into her soft shoulders and Katherine could sense his trembling as he rubbed her almost naked body. His hands worked down the middle of her back and Katherine was trembling with fear and some anticipation as she imagined what was going to happen next. 

The boy smoothed lotion onto Katherine's lower back and then casually brushed his hands over her exposed asscheeks hoping she wouldn't protest. Katherine remained silent as the boy gained a little confidence and rubbed her asscheeks more thoroughly. She felt an excitement in her loins as finally someone - anyone was touching her body and so close to her sex. 

"Why don't you sit down between her legs." I suggested and the boy looked up at me. "It's okay." I assured him. He stood up and then looked down, trying to figure out how to sit down without sitting on the beautiful woman stretched out in front of him. 

"K. Put your feet on the deck." I instructed and Katherine nervously parted her thighs, dropping her legs to the deck. The boy gazed down between her spread thighs and saw her swollen pussy lips peeking out under the sheer fabric of her bikini bottoms. 

"Have a seat." I said and the boy straddled the chaise, lowering his body between her widespread thighs. He looked up at me and I nodded. Katherine could feel his eyes burning into the flesh of her ass as she lay almost naked before him - a total stranger. Taking the bottle, he squirted some lotion on the backs of Katherine's thighs and as he touched her body, he felt a shudder run through her as a deep moan escaped her lips. 

As he rubbed the lotion into her thighs, his fingers brushed closer and closer to her pussy. He could feel her open thighs tremble with excitement. Katherine could feel her pussy juicing and wanted this total stranger to rub her right between her legs. She spread her thighs a bit wider in hopes of encouraging him. The boy couldn't believe what was happening but he continued to rub her open thighs and then let his fingers brush across the soft material wedged between her pussy lips. He felt Katherine shudder as her body creamed. She was humiliated and excited at the same time as she lost control of her body. 

"You haven't enjoyed the pleasures of too many women have you?" I asked him as I ate the pizza. 

"No." he whispered in embarrassment as his fingers continued to stroke the backs of Katherine's thighs. 

"Well that's about to change." I said. "The woman whom you are massaging is to be punished for her arrogance." I continued. "I want you to help me." I said. 

The boy looked up at me puzzled. "K. is to be punished, and her punishment is one of pleasure - yours and hers. You can enjoy any part of her body as much as you want and as long as you want, in any way that you want. You can ask her to do anything you like and she will. The punishment for her is that she is blindfolded and will never know who you are." I said. The boy looked up and realized that she was indeed blindfolded. He slid his fingers over Katherine's asscheeks again and felt her body tremble. 

"Are you sure?" he asked in astonishment.

"Tell him." I said. 

Katherine lifted her face and said, "Yes." The boy went back to rubbing the tender flesh on the inside of Katherine's thighs but let his fingers graze against her exposed pussy lips. He heard her gasp as another shudder ran through her body. 

"She is so horny right now that she'll cum at the touch of your hand. Just rub her pussy and watch." I instructed. Katherine felt the boy's fingers reach between her open thighs and rub across the crotch of her bikini. Her body convulsed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her loins.

"See?" I said. "Now untie the strings over her hips." With trembling fingers the boy reached out and untied the two bows and as I nodded, he lifted the ends of the strings until the soft material peeled back a little. He dropped them and went back to massaging her ass and between her thighs. 

"A woman is not only aroused by having her genitals rubbed but by having all of her body rubbed. Slide forward so you can rub her ass and her back at the same time." I instructed. The boy slid his body forward and Katherine felt his ramrod wedge hard against her spread pussy. She wanted him inside of her but knew he was still wearing his shorts and so she ground her pussy hard against his raging cock. For several minutes the boy fondled her ass and thighs as Katherine rubbed herself against his cock as hard as she could. 

"Son, stand up and move down to the other end of the chaise." I said. Reluctantly he rose to his feet, still gazing down at Katherine's spread thighs and luscious ass. "Take off your shorts." I said and he slid his shorts and briefs down his legs. I motioned him to sit in front of Katherine's face and he straddled the chaise. Katherine felt his weight on the lounge in front of her and raising her body on her elbows inched forward. The boy looked down and saw her bound wrists as she reached out to caress his cock. He was stunned when he saw her bindings but his concern disappeared when her fingers wrapped around his raging shaft. He had never had a woman caress his cock and Katherine could feel his excitement as she held him. 

Easing herself forward a bit more, she lowered her mouth to his cock and wrapped her eager lips around his cockhead. The boy moaned loudly as Katherine sank her face onto his rigid shaft. Picking up my camera, I began to take pictures of the boy as Katherine sucked on his cock. He was so excited that he couldn't control his body and in a matter of seconds gasped as he shot his load into her mouth.

Katherine had anticipated this happening and was prepared as she sucked hard to get every drop of his cum. She was sure that this was the first time he'd ever cum without using his own hand. He looked up at me a bit embarrassed by the quickness with which he came. 

"She has as talented a mouth as you could ever hope to have wrapped around your cock. I don't blame you for coming quickly. Next time K. knows some ways to keep you hard for a much longer time to add to your pleasure and hers." I said as he looked down at her head still moving up and down on his shaft. He realized from my comment that he was going to enjoy this exquisite pleasure again as Katherine's tongue continued to tease his cock. I took some more pictures. 

Slowly Katherine eased his cock from between her lips. I touched her shoulder and she pushed her body up to a sitting position. He gazed down at her naked breasts and Katherine could feel his eyes burning into her naked flesh. As he looked down between her wide-spread thighs he could see the loose string of her bikini stuck to her skin as it draped over the crease in her hip. The soft material over her pussy hung loosely from her body. 

"Lie back." I said and I helped Katherine ease her body back onto the raised pad of the chaise. The boy looked down at her body as she was spread out before him. He looked a little nervous.

"Here, put on some more lotion." I said handing him the bottle. As he rubbed the lotion on Katherine's naked breasts her nipples got unbelievably hard. He looked up at me and I nodded. He closed his fingers around her hard nipple and began to tease it as a soft moan escaped Katherine's lips. Her legs came up to the pad and wrapped around his hips. She pulled him closer with her legs until she felt his cock press against the soft material of her bikini. 

Reaching up to his face with her bound wrists she pulled his face to her breast and guided his lips to her nipple as her pussy ground against his rising cock. The boy licked and kissed her breast and then began to suck on it. He could feel her body respond and felt her pussy grinding against his cock. Katherine guided his mouth across her breasts from nipple to nipple as his fingers continued to fondle her. She lifted her arms over his body and I unclipped her wrists so she could rub his back and neck. 

As he eased his body forward to kiss her mouth, Katherine felt his cock rub hard against her sheathed pussy and the idea of initiating a virgin into the pleasures of sex overcame her. As he kissed her, she practically sucked his tongue out of his mouth as her hips ground against his cock and her nails raked his back. She pressed his head back down to her breast and he sucked her nipple into his mouth as his teeth gently nipped at her tender bud. He felt her hands press against the top of his head and realized that she was pushing his face in the direction of her spread pussy. 

Slowly he licked his way down her body, thinking of all the porno movies he'd ever seen and sliding back on the chaise, kissed the smooth skin above her mons. Sitting up for a moment, he picked up the strings of her bikini and pulling slowly, lifted the sheer material, soaked with lotion and her pussy juices away from her body. 

Katherine felt a rush run through her body as she lay totally naked and spread in front of a total stranger whom she would never know and whom she was about to introduce to the pleasures of sex and her own body. The boy lowered his face to her spread thighs and kissed her softly just at the edge of her soft, pubic thatch. Her fingers stroked through his hair and she guided him to the opening of her love hole. The sweet scent emanating from her loins was overpowering and the boy slid his tongue between the swollen lips of her pussy. Katherine felt her juices flow even faster as she guided his tongue to the depths of her seething womanflesh. 

Katherine's body quaked and shook as orgasms rippled through her loins. Her clit wanted attention and badly as she guided his mouth to her erect love button. As his lips sucked on it, her body convulsed with passion as I continued to take pictures of both of them. 

"Fuck me. Now." she hissed as she pulled up on his body. The boy felt the hardness of his cock as it slid along the pad and then felt Katherine's fingers wrap around the head as she guided his cock between her open love petals. "Fuck me, please." she begged.

As his shaft entered her warm, tight hole, he gasped with pleasure. He gazed down at her beautiful body, still not believing this was happening to him. He lay across her body and felt her wrap her powerful thighs around his hips. He began to thrust into her pussy and could not believe the sensation when he felt her love muscles begin to massage his shaft as he thrust into her body. 

"Oh, fuck!" Katherine gasped. I took some more pictures as he thrust into her spread pussy. His thrusts became harder and deeper as Katherine realized that he would shoot his load soon if she didn't control the situation. Gripping his hips tightly with her thighs, she slowed him down as her inner muscles eased their grip on his rampaging cock. He could sense the difference and decided to follow her lead. 

Katherine pushed up on his shoulders and the boy sat up on the chaise, his cock still buried deep in her drenched pussy. Katherine held out her arms and he helped her to sit up. She sat astride his hips, her pussy impaled on his young cock. Easing his body back onto the chaise, she slid forward bringing her thighs right across his hips. Placing her feet firmly on the ground, she tickled his chest as her hips rotated on his cock and her muscles teased his ramrod. 

Leaning forward, Katherine rose slightly and began to impale herself over and over on his rigid pole as he gasped with pleasure. Another orgasm rippled through her body as I continued to take pictures of them both. Katherine's face was filled with passion as was the boy's. More pictures of them from front and back. 

Katherine bent forward, bringing her breasts to his lips as her hips ground hard against his impaling cock. He sucked on her nipples as she teased his cock. As he lay his head back, Katherine rose and then began to skewer her pussy on his raging shaft as all of her skills as a lover were exercised to please this young boy. More pictures.

She could feel his body start to tremble and hear his rapid breathing as she clamped her pussy muscles around his shaft. He could not withstand her skills any longer and with a loud grunt shot his load deep into her twitching pussy as her own body erupted in a powerful orgasm. He looked up at her, his face filled with pleasure but she could not see him. She did continue to milk his cock with her talented love muscles until he was totally dry. He reached up and pulled her body down across his and kissed her deeply. Katherine responded to his somewhat awkward lovemaking as she stroked his body. 

Sliding back across his legs, she felt his softening cock slip out of her pussy. Sitting between his knees, she lowered her head to his cock and sucked his spent tool between her lips. He sighed with pleasure as her lips and tongue caressed his spent shaft. He looked down at her, unable to believe that this beautiful, seductive woman, almost ten years older than himself, sat between his legs with her lips wrapped around his shaft as if thanking his cock for having fucked her pussy. His experience to date with women or girls had been at best very limited. He'd never forget this day or this woman and he wasn't through yet. There was more to come. 

I took another picture of him as he sat on the chaise his legs open and Katherine's face buried in his crotch. When she had finished licking all of their cum from his cock, she sat up and faced him her fingers still teasing his cock. 

"Rest here for a few minutes, we'll be right back." I said as I touched Katherine's upper arm and she released her grip on the boy's shaft and stood up. I helped her off the chaise and led her into the house.  




Katherine Ch. 10



I removed Katherine's blindfold and sent her down the hall to the bathroom. "You can go wash up." I said and Katherine padded down the hall. She was dying to get a look at the boy but the bathroom was on the wrong side of the house and she could not see the yard. 

When she returned to the hall, she stood in front of me and then sank to her knees. I reached out for her arms as she descended and held her up. "Thank you very much for the offer." I smiled at her, "but save it for the boy." 

Katherine looked down-hearted as I turned her body around. I replaced her blindfold and then pulling her wrists behind her, clipped them together.

Stepping around in front of her I brought my hand to her breast and caressed her tit gently and then bending to her nipple, sucked it into my mouth for a moment. I could feel Katherine's body tremble as I caressed her.

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Katherine Ch. 11



Ch. 11: Katherine Is Shared Again

This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order. 

*****

With her blindfold back in place, I led Katherine back out into the yard. The boy lay on the chaise resting, his eyes closed and his hand stroking his flaccid cock. 

"She's cleaned herself up and is ready for your pleasure." I said as I helped Katherine to kneel on the chaise. The boy could see that her wrists were bound. 

"Spread your thighs." I said to Katherine and she eased her knees apart, resting her palms on her smooth asscheeks.

"Why don't you fondle her body." I suggested and the boy slid forward towards Katherine. His hand stroked across her stomach and then cupped her full breast. He was fascinated as her nipple hardened as he squeezed and pinched it. But then aren't we all. His hands continued to play with her beautiful breasts before he slid his hand down between her open thighs. As his fingers dipped into her moist pussy, Katherine moaned. He found her clit and began to tease it. He watched as her thighs began to tremble and she started to moan with pleasure. 

"You can have her present herself in any position you like. She will perform any pleasure you wish. You can keep her wrists bound or untie her or bind her differently. Whatever you like." I said. The boy was overwhelmed - he didn't know what to do or where to begin. 

I motioned him backwards and he sat on his knees. I helped Katherine to lie back on the chaise. She felt her shoulders touch his thighs and her head dropped back between his legs. She felt his cock brush her cheek and she opened her mouth to accept his cock. As her lips wrapped around his shaft, her back was arched and her beautiful breasts pressed forward. He reached down with his hands and began to massage her breasts as he felt her tongue tease his cock. 

Katherine began to rock her body gently, sliding her lips along the length of his shaft as he watched his cock disappear deep into her throat. The contractions of her throat tickled his shaft as his fingers continued to pinch her swollen nipples. As his cock got rigid and stood straight out, it was difficult for Katherine to keep him in her mouth. He felt the strain on his shaft and slid back a bit easing his cock from between her lips. 

Katherine shimmied her body, wedging herself between his thighs and slid back under him, sucking his balls into her mouth. He moaned loudly as she sucked his hairy balls into her mouth. The suction was fantastic as her tongue massaged his loaded balls. Sliding further under his body, he felt her tongue tease his tight sphincter. He was surprised at what she was doing but it felt unbelievably good to him. He lowered his body onto her mouth and she thrust her tongue into his asshole. 

The boy began to really maul Katherine's nipples as his body was overwhelmed with pleasure from her talented tongue. Each time he moaned his pleasure, Katherine thrust her tongue back into his ass. As the boy looked out, he could see that Katherine had spread her thighs as wide as she could. He leaned forward and lowered his lips to her seething pussy. Wrapping his arms under her thighs, he sucked on her engorged pussy lips and probed her womanflesh with his tongue. Her body began to writhe as she felt his tongue licking at her tender love button. He could feel her moan with pleasure as the vibrations tickled his ass. I was busy taking more pictures.

Katherine slid forward a bit and managed to wrap her lips around his cock once again. As he continued to lick at her pussy, his hips began to thrust up and down as his cock slid across her tongue. Katherine created a tremendous suction with her mouth and then flicking her tongue across his piss hole was rewarded with buckets of hot sticky cum. She gulped and swallowed as he sucked on her clit and her body convulsed with a powerful orgasm. 

Katherine continued to suck on his softening cock as he sat up, gazing at her passion-wracked body. He waited as she continued to bathe his cock with her lips and tongue and then his flaccid cock slid out of her mouth. As she tried to sit up she couldn't get the balance with her wrists bound behind her so the boy helped her to sit up. 

"I want you to kneel on the pad." I said as I helped Katherine to kneel in front of the boy with her back to him. "Now lean forward." Katherine leaned forward trying to keep her balance and brought her chest down over her knees and then placed her head on the pad. "Now raise your ass as high as you can." I instructed her and Katherine lifted her ass off of her ankles and parted her thighs. Her body moved forward and her chest pressed against the pad. 

The boy reached forward and ran his fingers up the inside of Katherine's thigh. He felt her body quiver as he kissed her smooth firm asscheek. He teased her ass crack with his tongue and heard a loud moan escape her lips. Encouraged by her response and remembering how good it had felt to him, he pointed his tongue and slid it across Katherine's asshole. He noticed how her sphincter contracted each time he teased it. Her body began to shake with passion as her moans got louder. As his tongue teased her asshole, his fingers rubbed her pussy. He shoved his thumb into her cunt as his fingers continued to play with her clit with obvious results. I waited for him to slide a finger into her asshole but he didn't. I guessed he was afraid. 

The boy continued to play with Katherine's juicing pussy, amazed at how wet she felt. The aroma of her body was overpowering as I continued to take pictures of him enjoying her body. I stepped forward and unclipped Katherine's wrists and she brought her arms up to her sides and lifted her body off the pad. Katherine looked very sexy with her ass in the air and her arms over her head as the boy continued to suck on her pubes. 

"Slide back to that pole." I said and the boy slid back on his knees until he was leaning against the pole at the edge of the chaise. 

"K, you are to crawl backwards and bring your ass to his cock." I instructed and Katherine began to ease her body backwards. 

"It's your choice, son. You can fuck her pussy or her ass whichever you please." I said. As Katherine neared his cock the boy reached out and guided her hips back to the head of his cock. He nodded to me and then ran his cockhead over her engorged pussy lips and then slid into her tight pussy. 

"K, back up a bit more." I instructed and she inched back until his ass hit the pole and her pussy was fully impaled on his rigid cock. Katherine felt her knees at the edge of the chaise and lowering her feet to the deck, began to pump her pussy up and down the length of the boy's shaft. 

"She will fuck your cock until she makes you cum. You don't have to move, just keep against the pole. She will do all of the movements." I said as he felt her body begin to pump onto his cock. Once again he felt her inner muscles work their magic on his young cock. Katherine knew what she had to do and began to thrust her body along the length of the boy's shaft. Her muscles clenched at his impaling cock as she squeezed his cock with each thrust. As she lowered her elbows to the pad and dropped her head, I took another picture of the boy with his cock deep inside this beautiful woman. Back and forth Katherine pumped her body on his shaft. 

Katherine lifted her body back up and the boy slid his arms around her body and teased her panting breasts as she continued to skewer her body on his ramrod. I took several pictures as he pinched her nipples and she thrust her body onto his cock. 

I lay a large bolster across the chaise and the boy got the idea. He wrapped his arms around Katherine's chest and leaned forward. As they fell, Katherine felt the bolster under her hips and then felt the full force of the boy's cock as it rammed deep into her loins and she convulsed with another powerful orgasm. 

Now the boy began to whale into her open pussy as her ass was raised and her chest mashed to the pad. Katherine thrust her hips back to meet his every thrust as her powerful love muscles continued to massage his invading tool. Finally he pushed forward with his hips and her clit rubbed hard across the bolster. As her pussy convulsed with another orgasm, it was too much for his cock and his balls erupted spewing gobs of hot cum into her throbbing pussy. Her muscles continued to spasm and milk his cock of every drop of cum. His hands slid under her body and he fondled her panting breasts.

Spent totally, the boy just lay silently across Katherine's body as his cock slowly slid from between her quivering pussy lips. He sat back exhausted. Slowly Katherine lifted her spent body and turning herself around, lowered her lips to the boy's cock, sucking it gently between her lips. I continued taking pictures. 

"Son, I know you still don't believe this has all happened to you and I know you think that no one will believe you when you tell them about it. So I've taken several rolls of film and when I finish developing them I'll send you some pictures of lovely K. pleasuring your body." I said. The words hit Katherine like a ton of bricks. She was petrified by the thought that someone might see her naked, let alone fucking and sucking on someone. 

"I must assure you that K's face will not be identifiable in any of the pictures. You understand that I must protect her identity, but her body and yours will be clearly visible." I said. Katherine was relieved a bit but still very uncomfortable about the idea of the pictures. 

As Katherine lifted her face from the boy's crotch, I handed him his shorts. "I want to thank you for helping me punish K. for her arrogance. I trust she will change her ways." I said. 

"You're thanking me?" the boy asked incredulously as he slid his shorts back up his legs. 

"I'll drop the pictures by next week at work." I said as I handed him the pizza box. I didn't want any clues to who he was or where he worked. "See you then." I said as the boy left.

I waited until I heard the truck leave and then removed Katherine's blindfold. "I still have half a roll left. Why don't you pose for me?" I suggested. Katherine knew better than to refuse and I shot some suggestive pictures of her beautiful body as she looked at me with a mixture of anger and passion. 

"I hope you've learned your second lesson." I said. "You will always know that there is a man out there, who you do not know and cannot identify, who has enjoyed your body intimately at my request. Not only that, he will tell others about it and show them the pictures that I will give him, showing him enjoying your body at will." I taunted her. 

Katherine knew I had been right all along. The best punishment for her was not being in control of her body and the pleasure it gave her. She was excited and frightened by what had happened and by the pictures. She was also quite frustrated by not knowing who had been fucking her all afternoon. The fact that it was a teenager was also exciting but in a way almost insulting. Katherine realized it had been a perfect punishment. 

She now turned to me in the hope that I would make love to her but I only held out her lace top. "Put this on." I said. She was clearly disappointed.

"Let's go." I said as I got up. She wanted to put on her bathing suit but knew better than to say anything about it. As she walked out to the car, she was very conscious of just how see through and just how short her top was. I lay a towel on the seat of the car and Katherine sat down. 

As I began to drive, I turned to Katherine, "Open your top." I said and Katherine quickly opened her blouse. The cool breeze made her nipples hard. She was stimulated and excited that once again she might be seen naked in public. 

She expected me to fondle her body and waited in anticipation but I did not. When we arrived at her building, I stopped at the corner rather than driving up the ramp. "You are going back to your apartment and I am going home to enjoy S for the rest of the weekend." I said to Katherine. The thought hit her like a hammer. 

"I can't go in like this." she said weakly as she felt devastated by my last comment. 

"You can and you will," I said sternly. "and you will go right through the lobby." I added. "Now out you go."

"What about my bikini?" she pleaded.

"Not now." I said as I nodded at her and then at the door.

"May I close my top?" she asked and I nodded. Katherine quickly buttoned her top and then looked to see if anyone was nearby. She got out of the car and realized how short her top was and felt the cool breeze tickle her drenched pussy as she nervously walked up the edge of the driveway. As she neared the building, she could see her reflection in the plate glass window and blushed deeply as she saw how the top just barely covered her pussy and her dark nipples were clearly visible through the sheer lace top. 

She stopped to see if anyone was watching and saw me watching her with a smile. She took a deep breath and crossed the ramp. Fortunately, the doorman was not there and she moved quickly to the elevators. The wait for the elevator took an eternity as others walked through the lobby. She'd never been so self conscious in her life. Even more than in the restaurant that night. 

When the elevator arrived she was so relieved that she rushed in before the man inside came out. She walked directly into him and then stumbled against the wall of the car. He reached out and grabbed her by the arm and looking down, drank in her beauty and her barely hidden charms. He smiled broadly at her as she turned crimson. 

"Are you all right?" he asked as he held her arms.

Katherine nodded. "Please, I'm in a hurry" she said.

"I can see." he quipped as he let her go and left the elevator. She sighed in relief an pushed the button for her floor. 

I drove home and spent the next 36 hours enjoying every aspect of S's beautiful body. Katherine spent the next 36 hours in fantasy, frustration and the realization that she had made a terrible mistake and needed to do something about it. Thoughts of the young boy and S filled her mind. So did a plan to redeem herself in my eyes.

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Katherine Ch. 11-12



Chapter 11 

The Prints

'Now how about some coffee? Then we need to finish sorting the prints.' she said more cheerfully a couple of minutes later.

Having cleared the dishes and brewed coffee we sat down again and talked for a while about the selection and then marketing of the photographs as we sipped it. But then, when there was a distinct pause in the conversation I said. 'Have you stayed in touch with your family?'

'You mean with Matthew? Not really, only for family things, a couple of Christmases and then Mum and Dad's funerals. I think he feels much, much more guilty about what happened than I do. Blames himself for it. And of course these days child abuse is such a sensitive issue. Although there's no question of me having been abused, I mean I was actually the instigator, and undoubtedly got just as much pleasure from what we did as Matthew did. But that's not the way society would see it of course.'

'That's a shame, do you miss him?'

'Of course, in a way I do. But I understand, and the last thing I'd want is for all that guilt to bubble up, maybe hurt his relationship with his wife and children. She's very sweet, the kids are nice too, and I know they're very happy. So I just write from time to time, send cards and presents, that sort of thing.'

'And your sister, what was her name?'

'Kerrie, we are closer, though she has a very busy life and we don't get to see that much of each other. In a funny sort of way you actually know her, well, know of her.'

'Me?'

'Mmm, she's a ballerina, it was her hands that you spotted at the exhibition. You said you had seen them before, remember?'

Of course I did, vividly. 'She's your sister?'

'Mmm, small world isn't it. But if you've finished your coffee now let's go and get started on sorting out some of those prints.'

We spent about an hour doing that, selecting and grouping those we agreed had the best chance of being published or shown in the galleries Katherine had mentioned, then sorting out a few that she said she wanted to print or enlarge for herself. 'For my private gallery.' she explained with a grin.

'Do I get to see that sometime?' I asked.

'Oh I don't think you would be that interested Craig. My homosexual friends, I mean the male ones, tend to wet themselves, but I haven't noticed any of those tendencies with you. I'm very glad to say. But if you're really curious of course I'll show them to you. But not until I've included these, you'll be one of the stars, I can assure you of that.'

'Only one of?'

'Well there's a black guy in there, he did have an extraordinary penis, and of course being black makes the photographs particularly dramatic to our eyes. So to many people he's already got top billing. Then there's another guy who was a pure freak, his was so big that he'd only ever found one women who could comfortably take it. It's that one's sheer size that gives it such a visual impact. But for me, yours will be the one I'll look at again and again, I promise you that.' she added in a much softer tone.

'You don't have to look at photographs of me Katherine.' I replied.

'Mmm, that's good, but you might not always be around when I feel in need.'

'And are you feeling like that right now?' I asked, detecting a subtle shift in her voice.

'I admit that sorting through the photographs has started to get me feeling the way I was earlier, yes.' she admitted.

'Come on then.' I said, pulling her to her feet then leading her by the hand to her bed-room.

Once inside she turned and started to undo the buttons down the front of her blouse, but I reached out and stopped her. 'No, let me do that, please.' I said softly. 'But I hope you're not in such a hurry this time, because I want to try to tell you how I feel about you as I undress you.' I added as I took her face between my hands and kissed her.

It was just a light kiss, merely the brushing together of two pairs of lips. Then I did the same to her eyes, kissing each one before moving my lips down over her cheek, then finally nuzzling them against her slender neck. She stood quite still as I did that, doing no more than giving a soft sigh as my lips slipped over her skin.

'I just want you to know something of just how wonderful I think you are. Apart from all the things we have in common, and I don't just mean the physical things. Though they are utterly fantastic. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever known.' I said emotionally. 'Every single part of you is beautiful; your hair, your eyes, your lips.' I added, kissing each in turn before reaching down for one hand and lifting it to my lips. 'And of course your hands, and always miraculous fingers.'

Then, as I began to slowly undress her I continued telling her how beautiful each part was as I uncovered it; her shoulders, her breasts, her gently rounded stomach, kissing and gently stroking each in turn. Although I could feel faint, shivering tremors running up through her body as my caresses continued, and her reactions had grown a little stronger when I kissed and gently sucked her nipples, she otherwise remained quite still, her eyes closed, giving just occasional sighs of pleasure.

Although seeing her beauty and touching her silky skin was more than enough to excite me I was in no hurry, wanting to give her as much pleasure as she could stand, wanting to demonstrate by doing that just how strong my feelings had grown for her. So it was some time before I dropped to my knees and, before unfastening her skirt, slid my hands slowly up and down her legs, again telling her how beautiful each part of those were too.

But of course the thought of the delights that lay beneath it were too strong to resist for too long and I felt my fingers trembling as I finally undid the skirt and helped her step out of it. I had anticipated what colour panties she'd have on, knew they would match the pale green bra I'd already removed, but hadn't anticipated just how strongly I'd react to the actual sight of them on her.

They were pale green, silk, but with a panel of the same coloured lace down the front, through which the rich, coppery auburn triangle above her sex clearly showed. Each time I had seen it I had reacted strongly, and apart from anything else I'd found there was something powerfully erotic about its unusual colour. Just seeing it never failed to excite me but at that moment, for some reason I couldn't explain, those feelings were even stronger than usual, and I felt my already fully erect cock surge even higher.

I reached around her and took her bottom in both hands, pulling her towards me and kissing the prominent bulge in her panties. The scent of her arousal wafted into my nostrils, telling me that what I had been doing had been affecting her almost as strongly as it had me. And that thrilled me even more.

'Sit down on the bed please Katherine.' I said as I tugged the waistband of her panties down over her hips and then moved with her as she did as I'd asked. Having taken them off I eased her legs apart, feeling my heart skip a beat as I looked at her pussy.

'Of all the beautiful parts of you, this is most beautiful.' I said. 'I don't have the words to describe it, I wish I did. I just wish I was a poet so I could try to describe how I see it.

Sometimes I think of it as a flower, an exotic, tropical flower. At others it's more like a fruit, a sensually erotic fruit, an over-ripe fig or mango. Like those it's not only how it looks that excites me, there's also its scent and taste, and I love both.' I whispered, slowly, very slowly running my hands up the insides of her legs towards it.

'And like those fruits, once I see it I can't wait to taste it.' I said as I bent forward to kiss her thigh. The gasp Katherine gave as I did that was much louder and sharper than the previous breathy sighs she had previously been making, but that turned to a low moan when instead of moving higher, I lifted my head and added. 'But, knowing the pleasure will be even more intense if I curb my impatience, I resist the temptation to just immediately gobble it up.'

She squirmed as I pushed my hands under her bottom and lifted her a little, then reached down for my head, running her fingers through my hair and giving a series of low, breathy sighs as I began to kiss my way up the inside of her thighs. I started just above her knee and moved from one to the other, but slowly worked my way upwards, feeling my cock responding to the increasingly strong thrills I was getting from both the feel and scent of her.

The mind is a strange and complex organ, obviously capable of performing many tasks at the one time. But I still found it amazing that mine chose that moment to click into creative mode, when I would have thought there were more than enough things going on to keep it fully occupied. But it did, perhaps triggered by the dozens of photographs I had seen of myself, suddenly giving me an image of a painting I should do, of Katherine.

The sketch book I'd started the day after we had first met was by then more than half full of sketches and small paintings of her, or of various parts of her. I had tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to capture some of key things about her, the unusual colour of her hair and eyes giving me the most trouble. But those things apart, I suddenly knew what the finished picture should look like.

So, as I continued kissing and stroking her I stared at her pussy even more intently than I had been doing, committing to my visual memory the tiniest details of its appearance, and especially the way the light reflected off its moistly glistening folds.

But even as those images were going into store they were also affecting other parts of my brain, those connected to my baser instincts, and I felt my physical need for her growing steadily stronger. Yet somehow I managed to hold those feelings in check, managed to concentrate on increasing Katherine's excitement and ultimate pleasure.

Even when I finally reached her pussy I continued to take my time. Kissing and licking it, from time to time running my stiffened tongue up and down the fleshy furrow, and resisting the increasingly strong urging of her fingers to do more than that. I held off directly touching the protruding spike of her clitoris until I felt her trembling tremors growing even stronger, then guessing how she must be feeling by then, I finally began to delicately lick it.

Perhaps because I had taken so long in getting her close to it, her orgasm started after just the first few licks. So then I increased their speed, hearing her squealing cries of rising delight, and feeling her hands and fingers tightening, tugging me more tightly against herself as she bucked and heaved.

I stayed there, gently rolling her clitoris beneath my tongue, pushing its stiffened length in and out of her spasming pussy, sucking the juices that flowed from between its lips, and in the process taking her through a second, equally shuddering climax. Then she pushed me firmly away. 'Enough Craig, that's enough of that darling! I want to feel you inside me.' she said between panting gasps.

And I quickly found out that she hadn't just said that out of consideration for what I might have been feeling by then. From the strength of her reactions when I pushed her up on to the bed and slid the tip of my straining cock between her pussy-lips it was hard to believe she'd already had several orgasms.

The moment she felt the head wedging itself inside her she heaved her hips and lifted her legs up around me, locking them, then pulling me down, timing it so she added their strength to my own downward thrust. My grunt of surprised delight blended with her loud gasp as the resulting force of my entry drove all the wind out of her, but, just as our earlier frenzied fuck had been, it was obviously exactly what she'd wanted.

Perhaps she'd known that her previous orgasms had left pussy sufficiently lubriciously relaxed to enable her to take the entire mass of my cock so suddenly. Perhaps she simply didn't care if it caused her pain, just needed the aching void inside herself filled. And what she did and said next seemed to indicate the latter was the more likely motivation.

As our bodies ground together I felt her legs gripping me even more tightly, in fact so tightly I found I was unable to move. 'Hold still for just a moment or two please. I love knowing I've got every single bit of you inside me.' she said, lifting her head to kiss me.

Although what I'd been doing for her had got me incredibly aroused, left my cock feeling red-hot, the balming warmth of her pussy was enjoyable, almost soothing, so I did as she'd asked and held myself still.

'What you said was lovely Craig. I hope you meant it.'

'Every word Katherine, every single word. And as I said, I just wish I had the words to say even more. You are so beautiful, and so exciting, that the words I have seem so, well so totally inadequate.'

'Not to me darling, not to me.' she said, kissing me again. 'Now, let's do it slowly this time. I want you to enjoy every second, but I want there to be lots, and lots, and lots of them.'

And there certainly were, knowing that was what she wanted gave me the incentive, seeing and feeling her enjoyment gave me the control and stamina, and the intensity of what I got in return was ample reward.

Although we began in that way, with me pushing slowly up and down into her wetly clinging pussy, we didn't remain in the one position. When she could tell from the gradually increasing speed of my strokes that my deeper needs were taking control, she unlocked her legs and pushed me up off her. 'Let me look at you, then I'll turn over, you'll be able to get even deeper that way.' she said in a breathlessly croaky voice.

As I rolled to one side she looked down, her eyes widening as she stared down at my cock. 'It's hard to believe I had all that inside me!' she said. 'It's just magnificent!' she added, reaching down to lightly run the tips of her fingers down the length of it.

Although feather light, her touch sent a shock-like thrill coursing up through the rest of my body, making it jerk. 'Would you like me to stroke it for you?' she asked in a tenderly concerned voice.

'Just a bit, yes.' I somehow managed to answer.

'I guessed you would, but just a little bit this time. I think I might be getting to like normal sex with you rather too much.' she added as her fingers began slowly moving up and down the quiveringly straining shaft.

I suppose to any other man in that situation what she did would have been considered teasing, but to me it was sheer bliss. The slow, but intensely thrilling way she used her hands was all my fantasies come true, and I lay there, my eyes closed as I wallowed in my own selfish delight. But although that was truly overwhelming, in just some small corner of my over-loaded brain I hoped she was getting just half as much of her own particular pleasure from doing it.

Even though the interruption and then change of action had at first reduced the pressure inside me, and Katherine was careful not to stimulate me too much, in time the pressure began mounting again. Perhaps recognising that attempting any further delay might merely end up totally spoiling things for us both, when she felt that she did what she'd said she would.

'Get down off the bed and do it that way darling.' she said, getting up on all fours and then turning and positioning herself so she was kneeling on the very edge of the bed.

By then I was in no condition to do anything other than what she suggested, but when I got up and looked down at her I couldn't think of anything I would have rather done anyway. Her arse was as beautiful as the rest of her body, its firmly rounded cheeks inviting my hands to hold and squeeze them. In the deep valley between them was the wrinkled other, much darker entrance to it, and just below that, the bottom, inverted vee tip of her pussy.

I glanced down at my cock, and wasn't really surprised to see the state it was in after all the attention Katherine had given it. The shaft was rearing almost vertically, throbbing strongly, the dark veins standing out like knotted whip-cords. And the dark purple head was bulging so much that it looked as though it was about to burst open, the skin glossy from the pre-cum that had been steadily seeping from its tip.

I pressed it down, shuddering at the effect of my own touch, then moved forward, slipping it beneath her and feeling her fingers waiting to guide it home.

'I'm sure you won't mind me telling you I had to do it to myself again while I was stroking you Craig. But apart from anything else, that means I'm still really wet, so you'll be able to get nice and deep straight away.' she said throatily as I pushed into her.

She was certainly wet, and the feel of her pussy-lips slipping down over my cock-head was wonderful, making me shudder even more strongly than I had when my hand had touched it. But although deliciously wet her pussy was still incredibly tight, its lining clinging to the shaft, making each and every nerve ending fire off as I drove deeper.

As I drove forward Katherine pushed herself back on to me, making sure I got my cock as deep as possible. 'Now hold still again darling, let me do it for you.' she said as she began to rock backwards and forwards.

The only way I can describe the feelings I got during the next few minutes is to say it was as though my cock was a piston, a piston inside a slightly under-sized cylinder. Only unlike most machines, in this case it was the cylinder that slid rhythmically back and forth along the piston. And as well as the sizzling thrills coming from the friction between the tightly clinging sleeve and my red-hot cock, each time Katherine pushed back it must have created a partial vacuum inside her, because it felt as though the other end of the cylinder was attached to a suction pump. A pump designed for just one purpose, to suck every single drop of the already churning semen out of me.

So, after all the things we had already done to each other, the intensity of the breath-taking thrills her rocking back and forth produced quickly drove the pressure inside me to boiling point. Katherine obviously felt the result of the increasing tension inside me and, somehow managing to tighten certain muscles and slowing her pace a little, started driving herself back much more forcefully.

'Come! Come now!' she said in a low panting voice as she pushed herself hard back down the entire length of my straining cock. 'Come!' 'Come!' 'Come!' she repeated with each powerful thrust.

And come I did, a few seconds later jetting the first of what proved to be a long series of massively powerful gouts of seething semen deep into her spasming cunt.

 Chapter 12

Kerrie

Much, much later, long after we had both recovered from the draining effect of that love-making, when we were lying quietly together, occasionally kissing or almost absent mindedly caressing each other, she suddenly broke the silence.

'Tell me about the picture you saw, of Kerrie.' she said in a low whisper.

'Pardon?'

'Tell me about the picture, you said you'd seen a picture of Kerrie.'

'Why?'

'I'd like to know which one it was, and of course especially why you remembered it so well.'

'Ah, you want to know more of my secrets don't you?'

'Are there more?' she replied in a cheekily naive voice.

'A few. Until I met you I had to rely quite a lot on my fantasies, there aren't many other women around who get that much out of doing what I like having done to me.'

'So, wouldn't you like me to do that again, while you tell me about the photograph, while you tell me what you thought about when you looked at it?'

As she said that I felt her hands slipping down between us, down over my stomach, then down between my legs. Even though what we had done had been completely exhausting, the idea of her wanting to handle me was stirring, so when she took my depleted balls and limply shrunken cock in her hand and said. 'Come on, tell me.' I agreed.




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'OK, but on one condition.' I replied.

'What's that?' she said, gently squeezing what she held in her fingers just a little tighter.

'That afterwards you tell me about Belinda, or whatever her real name is.' I replied as I shifted myself so she could more comfortably hold me.

'It's a deal.'

'Well, the photograph was in a promotional brochure for the ballet, Kerrie was one of the dancers featured in it, and it was her unusual pose that got to me.

She was wearing a tutu, a bright aquamarine colour. She was facing and looking directly into the camera, her mouth open in a happy smile, and the first thing I noticed was that her eyes seemed to be exactly the same colour as her dress.

Her legs were spread wide apart, and although she was up on points, her body was bent forward horizontally from the hips, her arms hanging loosely down in front of herself, her finger-tips just grazing the floor. But because of the angle of her body the back of her stiffened tutu had risen vertically, making it look like a screen through which the upper half of her body was protruding.

But although she was undoubtedly a quite beautiful girl, and the pose was extremely dramatic, unlike most other people who saw the photograph, it was her hands that held my attention. It may just have been the camera angle changing the perspective but she appeared to have the longest, most slender fingers I'd ever seen, they were simply phenomenal. And that, plus her unusual pose, triggered a fantasy that I used over and over again.'

'I know the photograph you mean, I took it.'

'You did?'

'Mmm, I did the whole brochure, it was a very enjoyable project. But now tell me the detail of the fantasy you created around it.' she added, as her fingers continued slowly squeezing and stroking my cock and balls.

'Well, in it we are both in the ballet rehearsal room, she is in the pose she used for the photograph, and because I am standing behind her I am actually looking at her through the mirror on the wall. And from where I am standing I can see what nobody looking at the photograph knows.

Underneath the tutu she's not wearing any tights, nor even a g-string, she is naked. And because her body is bent at such an extreme angle I can see her pussy, it's completely hairless, shaved, and from the moisture I can see glistening on the puffy folds I know she is already sexually aroused.

I have no trousers or pants on, and I already have the biggest erection of my life. And although she can't see it because I'm standing directly behind her, she knows the state I'm in, and that's why she is smiling back at me though the mirror, and why she is turned-on.' I said, finding I could still remember every single detail of the image.

'And what happened then?' Katherine asked as her fingers continued their slow but rhythmic caresses.

'Well then she reached behind herself, her finger-tips brushing my cock-head, fluttering over and around it. Then, extending her fingers, she pressed the shaft down a little. 'It feels like ivory. Smooth, warm - but hard, very, very hard!' she said, then slipped her thumb over the head, slowly moving it in tantalising circles. Her smile broadened as she felt it reacting. 'It's a very nice cock! And I'm sure we're going to become really good friends.' she added with a low chuckle.

I looked down and watched her extraordinarily long fingers, they were both soft and talented, and what she was doing with them was unbelievably exciting. Then my eyes were drawn back to the sight of her poutingly inviting pussy, and for once, the thought of slipping my cock in there was almost as strong as the delights the touch of her hand promised to give me.

She felt me move slightly forward, felt the tip of my cock brushing against the back of her bottom, and guessing my intention, firmly stopped me. 'No, well at least not yet! I want to find out just what he can do before I let him inside me.' she said, then while one hand continued to tease the head she reached around with the other, closed her fingers around the shaft, gave it a firm squeeze and said. 'Now, move around a bit, I want to be able to see it, in the mirror.'

She released my cock but turned her head as we both moved around until she could see me in profile. 'Yes, a very nice cock indeed.' she said. 'Now let's see just how big it can get.'

Her proximity and position, the sight of her taut buttocks and juicy pussy had already fuelled my excitement. Imagining the thrills I would feel if I simply pressed forward and slipped my over-heated cock inside it had been almost irresistible. But what her hands and fingers were doing to me was far, far stronger, totally overwhelming every other thought.

By then my cock was already so hot that when she touched me again her fingers felt really cool, and her skin was so soft and her joints so supple that when she started fondling it the feelings she gave me were simply unbelievable.

Time ceased to exist, I had no idea how long she held me in that position, her unblinking eyes staring at my cock and what she was doing to it.

Even though I'd thought it was already fully erect, the excitement of what she was doing sent even more blood pumping into it, until it got so engorged it became almost grotesque. The shaft was thicker than I had ever seen it, rock-hard, the veins darkly swollen, knotted. The head was simply massive, so bloated it had turned a deep and highly polished purple, and was made even more glossy than usual by her fingers spreading the pre cum that was already seeping from its tip. And although I couldn't see them I knew my balls were equally swollen, I could feel them aching from the churning mass that was rapidly accumulating inside them.

By then I was so wound up that all I wanted to do was climax, and I didn't really care how. My body's response was quite automatic and I gave a series of muffled groans as I felt myself jerking forwards, trying to bring it on.

From the strength of my reactions she realised just how much I needed to come, how close I was to it, and she was obviously finally satisfied with the results of her ministrations. 'Yes, now that's what I call a cock!' she said, giving a little chuckle as she added. 'I'll take care of you in a minute, but it's so magnificent that I'm sure you'll understand if I take a few minutes to get myself off while I enjoy looking at it.'

I didn't really have any choice in the matter, so I had to watch her watching me, while she gave herself an apparently blissfully powerful orgasm.

But of course having her watching me so intently while she did it to herself was, in an almost perverse way almost as exciting as having her fondling me. At first she looked up into my face, smiling at my obvious discomfort, but then she lowered them, and from then on her eyes never left my cock, staring unblinkingly at it.

My arousal and need actually increased as I stood there, my cock jerking even higher and the ache in my balls strengthening as her flickering, plunging fingers again worked their magic, but that time on just herself.

As she approached her orgasm her breathing became faster, then I saw a deep flush spreading from her neck up across her face, a second or two later her eyes glazed, rolled upwards, and then clamped tightly shut as her entire body seemed to tense. A moment later her eyes opened again, and, as they stared hard at my cock, she gave a loud gasp, her body began to shudder, then the convulsions surged through her.

'Thank you for being patient, now it's your turn.' she said a minute or two later, turning around and dropping to her knees, then lifting her hands.

She had been using both on her pussy, the fingers of one plunging deep inside while the other stimulated her clit, and so by the time she'd finished I could see that they were both covered with her juices. She pressed them together, just as though she was going to say a prayer, but leaving a narrow opening between the palms. 'Hold still.' she said as she slipped them over my cock-head.

Her hands were so wet and sticky, the space between them so small, it felt almost like having her pussy pushing down on to me. But she had far more control of her hands and as she started to move them slowly backwards and forwards I felt them also rhythmically squeezing my cock. The sensations were simply mind-blowing.

But even when she saw how strongly that was affecting me, and even though she knew just how wound-up I was by then, she seemed determined to keep me waiting for my climax for as long as humanly possible. Teasing me by increasing, but then decreasing the intensity of what her hands were doing to me, then almost driving me insane from the thrills I got when she slipped them up to the head and concentrated on that.

Then she began using a variety of techniques that sent the pressure inside me surging even higher, pausing briefly from time to time, so each peak of intensity was a little higher than the one before. And of course I didn't need too much of that before I felt my cock throbbing powerfully, and saw still more pre-cum oozing from the tip.

I held myself as still as I could for as long as I could, but as the pressure rose higher and higher it became harder to control my body's reactions and I felt my hips starting to jerk back and forth. She looked up, smiling, her eyes sparkling with pleasure, then, taking me completely by surprise, she opened her mouth, leant forward and slipped her lips down over my cock-head. I reacted purely automatically, and pushed forward. But as I did that she curled one hand around the shaft and began stroking back and forth, at the same time slipping the other down to cup my aching balls and began rolling and gently squeezing them.

After all I'd had to cope with up to that moment it wasn't really surprising that the moment I felt her lips and fingers doing all that the pressure inside my body surged, taking me to the very brink of climax. I heard myself grunting as I felt the power of it welling up inside me, and, recognising that signal she opened her mouth wider and, gripping my cock and balls even more tightly, pushed her head forward.

As she did that I thrust it even deeper, then literally erupted. Even though she must have been expecting it, the force and volume of that the first load was so strong it choked her and she had to pull her head back so she could swallow and catch her breath. And in the couple of seconds it took her to recover, my cock fired off two more powerful volleys, splattering semen all over her face.

But she totally ignored the mess, and having regained her breath, slipped her lips back down over my cock-head again, closing them tightly down in the groove behind it, then as her hand pumped strongly, began sucking as hard as she could.

So I had one hand firmly squeezing my balls, the other powerfully pumping, and her mouth apparently trying to vacuum every single drop of semen from my cock. The combination was phenomenal, I came in a series of excruciatingly ecstatic bursts that made it feel as though my entire body was being drained.'

'That's quite some fantasy.' Katherine said when she saw that I had come to the end. 'I got turned-on just listening to you. Well and from listening and holding you too.' she added with a mischievous grin. 'But I suppose now you want me to keep to my side of the bargain.'

'Of course.'





Katherine Ch. 12



This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order.

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By Monday Katherine was a wreck. She had wanted to call but knew she'd better not. She was desperate to redeem herself and had begun to work out a plan. When she arrived at work she called her friend Sandy and set a date for lunch. 

Over their meal Katherine told Sandy every detail of her weekend and of her previous encounters with me. Sandy listened with great excitement to how S had been punished and how Katherine had been forced to fuck the young boy so thoroughly and while blindfolded. She also picked up on the menage a trois suggestion. 

Katherine wanted to ask Sandy to join us for a menage but was afraid to raise the subject. Sandy really wanted to participate in this kind of sex but didn't know how Katherine would feel about her inviting herself in. Both women danced around the issue until finally Sandy went for broke.

"It sounds to me like you didn't like the menage a trois with S because you don't like her. You know he wants you to be part of one and you also know that I like and need to be dominated to enjoy sex fully. You and I have been friends for a long time and though we've never gotten it on, the idea has crossed my mind more than once. Why not offer me as a gift to him as part of a menage a trois with you?" Sandy suggested. 

"I thought you'd never ask." Katherine confessed. "I wanted to ask you but I didn't know how to bring it up." 

"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad it's settled. I really need this. It's been a long time since I've really had a good, satisfying sexual experience. Most men dream of dominating a woman but when it comes right down to it, they chicken out; even with a woman who wants it." she said. "They're afraid the women will think they're perverted and stop going out with them." she added. "What a waste of good opportunities." 

Over coffee their plan was worked out.

Katherine hoped that I'd call all week. My lack of contact also raised her concern and her need to do something. It also removed any second thoughts she had had about how to redeem herself. She was on the brink of desperation when I didn't call. She decided to take the initiative.

A bouquet of balloons arrived at my office on Thursday. The note read, "Please forgive me." On the back Katherine had written, "I want to make it up to you, please come over tonight. I have a special present for you." It was signed "Katherine."

I decided to accept her invitation. Friday was a holiday, so it would be a long weekend. Late in the afternoon, I sent her a single rose with a card that read, "Yes."

Relieved that I had accepted her invitation, Katherine ran down the hall to Sandy's office to tell her the good news. Sandy smiled up at her and then coming around the desk, she put her arms around Katherine's body and hugged her close. Sandy felt a tremor run through Katherine's body as her huge breasts pressed against Katherine's firm tits but she decided not to press the matter any further just yet. She could feel Katherine's slight reluctance but knew that she would be exploring her beautiful body soon enough. 

"I'm going home to get things ready." Katherine said to Sandy as she eased away from her body. 

"Good. I'll stop off at home to get a few things and I'll be over around 7:30." Sandy said. Katherine smiled at her and left the office. 

Sandy sat back on her chair and lifting her feet onto the desk, slid her palm along the inside of her thigh, drawing her long skirt up past the edge of her lace panties. She'd been in Katherine's apartment many times and knew the place well. She began to think about the possibilities for her being tied up in different rooms; the bed, a four-poster with a canopy, the coffee table, the bar, even the balcony. She closed her eyes and dreamt of the night to come as she caressed her aching pussy. 

When she arrived at home, Katherine quickly set about getting ready for the evening. She put up a hot bath and set about putting fresh sheets on the king-size bed. She sank into the warm water of her bubble bath and then caressed herself as the warm water enveloped her beautiful body. She closed her eyes and thought about the evening to come. 

Finishing her bath, she dried off and prepared herself for the evening. She put on her make-up, but just a little. Then from her closet she took a beautiful, new satin robe. She slipped it on and looked in the mirror. Her long, dark hair cascaded over the shoulders of the robe and contrasted beautifully with the pale blue of the material. The robe came just below her ass and it accentuated her long legs. She closed the robe over her beautiful breasts and tied the sash loosely. 

The doorbell rang and she looked over at the clock. It was Sandy. Sandy came in and gave Katherine a quick kiss on the cheek and then dropped her bag on the sofa. 

"You look delicious." Sandy teased. "Where do you want me?" she asked.

"How about in the bedroom?" Katherine replied.

"How about in here?" Sandy suggested, leading Katherine back into the kitchen area. Between the kitchen and the dining area was a long counter that served as a breakfast bar. The edge on the kitchen side was squared off but the other side had a padded leather strip running the length of the countertop. At the end of the counter there was a tall metal pole that attached to the ceiling and had another metal pole that ran horizontally back to the wall with several plants hanging in decorative pots. 

Sandy looked the place over and started to think how she should position herself. She slid off her coat and Katherine could see that she wore a silk teddy and a thin choker around her neck.  

"Nothing subtle about you, is there?" Katherine quipped. Sandy smiled reaching out to caress Katherine but Katherine avoided her touch. 

Sandy picked up her bag and Katherine watched as Sandy prepared. From her bag, Sandy took four leather cuffs, each lined with thick sheepskin and proceeded to strap them around her wrists and ankles. Katherine noticed that each cuff had several rings and that a clasp had been attached to each cuff so that they could be connected. Looking up at the pole, Sandy reached back into the bag and pulled out a short chain with clasps on either end. She attached it to one of her wrists.

"Can I move these?" Sandy asked as she looked up at the plants. 

"Sure." Katherine replied and the two women removed the plants. Sandy stood in front of the pole and then raising her arms over her head, started to look around for ideas on how to position herself for my pleasure and her own. She saw two small tables and immediately went to get them. She placed them on either side of the pole about a foot or so apart. She then placed one of the barstools directly in front of the pole but a bit distant from the bar. Lastly, she went and brought in a small step stool that Katherine had in a corner of the kitchen and placed it directly in front of the pole, in the place where she'd stood. 

"Ready." she announced as she looked at Katherine. 

"Now what?" Katherine asked. 

Sandy moved back to the pole and standing on the footstool, her ass just reached the countertop. Lifting her body onto the counter she leaned against the pole and then raising her feet onto the two small tables she spread her thighs wide. She looked incredibly sexy as she lifted her arms over her head once again and grasped the pole. Holding it tightly, she slid her firm asscheeks to the edge of the counter and then over the padded edge. Her thighs tensed as her weight was supported by her open thighs and her back arched over the edge of the counter. With Sandy's knees spread open her ass dropped down lower than her knees making her pussy that much more inviting. Katherine watched as her friend began to rotate her pelvis and move her hips up and down adjusting to the feel of the padded edge in the small of her back. Satisfied by her preparations, she pulled herself back up onto the counter. 

"Almost ready." Sandy said. "Have you got the camera ready?" she asked. Katherine nodded in the direction of the living room.

"Good, now hand me the blindfold." she said. Taking the blindfold from Katherine, she slipped it over her eyes, checking to be sure she could not see. Raising her arms over her head, Sandy crossed her wrists around the pole. "Good. Now clip my wrists together behind the bar." Katherine stepped forward between Sandy's open thighs and reaching up to the pole, clipped Sandy's wrists around the pole. As she leaned forward, her full breasts brushed against Sandy's raised tits. Sandy arched her back, bringing her tits firmly against Katherine's and moaned loudly.

"I'm all yours." Sandy teased. "And his." she added. "Do you want to caress me?" the bound beauty asked. 

"Not just yet." Katherine said as she backed up and sat down on the barstool. It was actually a captain's chair on tall legs that swiveled. She put her feet up onto the foot rest and gazed up at her friend who sat bound before her on the counter. She tried to imagine how I would feel sitting in the same place in a little while. Katherine looked up at the clock, I was late and she was worried. 

Katherine was relieved when she heard the knock at her door. Closing the kitchen door, she stopped in the hall to check herself, in the mirror. She looked good. Katherine greeted me with a huge smile and a nervous look on her face. She was so relieved that I had come. She slid her arms around my waist and kissed me. She was so thankful when she felt my arms wrap around her body and hug her to me. She raised her lips to mine and kissed me passionately, relieved that her exile was over. I felt her gently rub her pussy against the hardness in my crotch and then, taking my hands, led me into her apartment. 

"Please forgive me." she said. "I've been miserable all week. I know I..." she said as I put my finger to her lips. I handed her a bouquet of roses and pecked at her lips. Katherine did not reply, except to wrap her arms around my neck and to kiss me passionately. 

"I'm so glad you are here and I am so sorry for being so stupid last week. It'll never happen again. I 



Katherine Ch. 12a



CHAPTER 12a Katherine redeems herself

Note: I don’t know what happened here but somehow the end of chapter 12 of the series got cut off. Thanks to the reader who wrote to point that out. Here is the tail end of Chapter 12.

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Katherine was relieved when she heard the knock at her door. Closing the kitchen door, she stopped in the hall to check herself, in the mirror. She looked good. Katherine greeted me with a huge smile and a nervous look on her face. She was so relieved that I had come. She slid her arms around my waist and kissed me. She was so thankful when she felt my arms wrap around her body and hug her to me. She raised her lips to mine and kissed me passionately, relieved that her exile was over. I felt her gently rub her pussy against the hardness in my crotch and then, taking my hands, led me into her apartment. 

"Please forgive me." she said. "I've been miserable all week. I know I..." she said as I put my finger to her lips. I handed her a bouquet of roses and pecked at her lips. Katherine did not reply, except to wrap her arms around my neck and to kiss me passionately. 

"I'm so glad you are here and I am so sorry for being so stupid last week. It'll never happen again. I promise." she confessed, as she led me to the plush sofa. 

"I know. Why don't you put these in some water?" I smiled at her as I sat down. 

She took the flowers and disappeared into the kitchen. As she took care of the flowers, she glanced up at Sandy's suspended body. "Soon." she whispered. 

When she returned, she placed the vase on the mantle and then stepping around the corner of the wall, to the counter where Sandy was tied, but outside of my view, she proceeded to pour me a glass of wine. She looked beautiful wearing the flowing satin robe. With the sash tied so loosely in a bow, the collar opened accentuating her swelling breasts and the skirt opened as she walked, showing off her shapely legs. I was pleased and Katherine could tell.

As she handed me the wine, Katherine sat down beside me on the sofa and turned her body, raising her knee onto the cushion and parting her firm thighs before me. "I am so glad you are here." she said as she stroked her finger tips across my thigh. I smiled at her and she placed her hand on my crotch and began to caress my cock. 

Placing her glass on the coffee table, she turned her body a bit more and her fingers reached out and opened the front of my pants. Her long fingers reached into my shorts as she grasped my rigid tool. Having retrieved my cock, she began to stroke it and then leaning over, she lowered her mouth to suck on me. As I felt her lips encircle my cock, I let out a moan and Katherine was encouraged further as she sucked hard on my shaft. Katherine's mouth was indescribable. Her lips and tongue were talented beyond belief. Her fingers reached between my thighs and massaged my balls through my pants as her mouth pleasured my cock. 

Sandy sat suspended and blindfolded on the bar but clearly able to hear the noises emanating from the living room. Her own juices began to flow as she anticipated what was in store for her. Reluctantly Katherine lifted her mouth from my cock and then sliding off the couch stood up in front of me. Reaching down to the sash of her robe, she slowly pulled on the end until the knot opened. Pulling on the lapels, she slowly opened the front of the robe, revealing her magnificent body. Her nipples were rock hard as she let the robe slide off her shoulders and slip to the floor. 

Katherine looked magnificent as she stood naked before me. She leaned forward slightly until her hands rested on my knees and her beautiful tits swayed in front of my eyes. I reached up and caressed her breasts as I smiled at her. Smiling back at me, she pressed down on my knees and slowly sank down to the floor, kneeling between my legs. Sitting back on her knees, she reached down and began to slip my shoes off and then undress me. I helped her a little and once she had my pants off, she once again leaned forward and sucked my rigid shaft back between her talented lips. I moaned deeply as she licked and kissed my cock. Her fingers slid under my thighs and her long fingernails began to caress my balls. I slid forward to give her greater access to my balls as she continued to suck on me. 

Easing my cock from between her lips, Katherine raised herself and stepped up onto the sofa. Straddling my thighs, the young beauty lowered her pussy onto my cock. Carefully she guided the tip of my shaft between her swollen pussy lips and then holding onto the back of the sofa, brought her hard nipples to my mouth. I sucked her tit into my mouth as my fingers wandered over her back and ass. 

Katherine was so excited that she ground her pussy hard onto my cock and I felt her love muscles begin to massage my cock. She stroked her fingers through my hair and then pulling my lips away from her nipple, tilted my head back and kissed me passionately as her pussy grasped at my cock. Katherine pressed her tongue deep into my mouth as she kissed me. Then she sucked my tongue into hers and moaned deeply as her cunt continued to pleasure my cock. 

Both of us groaned and grunted in sexual abandon as Katherine ravaged me. Sandy heard all of it and her own body continued to juice as she became even more aroused by what she heard and imagined was going on. Katherine's hips ground against mine and she continued to pump her cunt up and down the length of my shaft. 

"Would you like to cum in me now or would you like to save it for your surprise?" she asked. I looked at her questioningly. "I told you on the card I had a surprise for you. I think you'll like it." she said. 

"OK." I said. "Surprise me."

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Katherine Ch. 13



This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order.

CHAPTER 13 Katherine offers her bound friend as redemption

Katherine kissed me deeply and then lifted her sweet pussy off of my cock. Taking my hands, she pulled me off of the sofa and then slid her arms around my waist kissed my chest. She reached for the front of my shirt and unbuttoned it, sliding the garment off of my shoulders and dropping it on the sofa. 

Taking my hand Katherine led me around the coffee table. "Now close your eyes." she said. I did. As she led me around the corner of the wall into the dining area, Sandy silently slid her ass forward to the edge of the counter and spread her thighs as wide as she could. Katherine moved me in front of Sandy. "There is a barstool behind you for you to sit on." she said. I felt the chair behind me and lifted my body into it. Leaning back in the chair, I felt Katherine lift my feet onto the footrest and then I again felt her fingertips stroke up the tops of my thighs. As her fingers wrapped around my rigid shaft once again she said, "I promise never to disobey you again. I will do anything you ask of me." 

Sinking to her knees in front of me I felt her hot breath on my shaft. "Here's your present, you can open your eyes." she said as her lips once again wrapped around the length of my shaft. I moaned as I felt Katherine's tongue flick across the tip of my cock. I moaned deeply and smiled down at Katherine as she looked up at me with my cock still wedged between her lips. 

Opening my eyes, I saw this beautiful woman bound to the pole in front of me and blindfolded. Looking out, I could see that her wrists were chained above her head and around the pole and her huge breasts were drawn tight to her body. The sheer teddy that she wore had string ties over each shoulder and one between her huge breasts. I could see that the bows would open easily and that her nipples were rock hard as they pressed against the sheer fabric. Her waist was hidden but her stomach looked flat. Her thighs were firm and beautifully sculptured as they were spread before me. Her pussy was barely hidden under the hem of her silky teddy and I was sure she was not wearing panties. Her long, dark hair was brushed out beautifully over her shoulders and the black choker accentuated the length of her beautiful neck. I recognized her. 

It had been many years but I remembered her well. She was one of the frustrations of my earlier years. Having been very sexually active in high school and college, she had decided to turn over a new leaf just before I met her. We had dated for some time and though she had been quite passionate and even sexually aggressive, she would not let me fuck her or even suck on me. 

We would come so close, she would let me stroke and finger her pussy but not lick it, she would stroke my cock through my pants but not open them and then we would hump until she came and then she would stop, leaving me with a full load and nowhere to shoot it. It was such a frustration that I finally bailed out. I remembered how fantastic her body was and knew that once she let go of the bullshit about denying herself and inner discipline, she would be a hellcat in bed. Unfortunately, I was long gone when she finally let go of it. 

I had heard some rumors that she had developed a strong sexual appetite since then and chalked it up, to being in the right place at the wrong time. But now here she hung in front of me, blindfolded and ready for action - and action was what she was going to get. 

Turning my attention back to Katherine as she sucked on my cock, I lifted her face from my cock and helped her to stand up. I hugged her in my arms and nibbled on her ear. "Thank you." I whispered. "This is a better gift than you can imagine." I said softly. Katherine was puzzled but figured I was just pleased to have her arrange the menage a trois.

"Whose idea was the blindfold?" I whispered to Katherine.

"Sandy's." she replied. "She was fascinated by the idea of being forced to fuck someone and not know who it was."

"I wonder where she got that idea?" I teased.

"From me." Katherine replied. "I've told her everything we've done and how I felt about each of them, at the time and since." She confessed with a shy smile. 

"And you like that, huh?" I teased with a smile. Katherine smiled as she blushed.

"What else did she tell you she liked?" I asked softly. Katherine leaned up and whispered in my ear. 

"Good to know." I replied. 

"You can do what ever you want with her and with us," Katherine said as she stepped to the side. 

I stepped forward and placed my hand on the bow between Sandy's huge breasts. I could feel a shudder run through her bound body. Just then I heard a shutter click and a flash go off. Looking up, I saw Katherine with her 35mm camera, taking down the entire scene. I smiled up at her as she smiled back. She was relieved to see me pleased with the situation and with her. 

I pulled gently on the string; careful not to touch Sandy's satiny skin and the bow came undone. The sheer fabric covering her breasts opened, revealing a fabulous cleavage. Carefully pulling on the strings, I opened the front of her teddy. Her meaty tits were just as I had remembered them. Full and firm with dark, red nipples that right now, were unbelievably hard. Katherine was busy taking pictures.

Reaching up to the bow on her shoulder, I pulled it open and then opening the bow on her other shoulder, the sheer garment fell away. As I had expected, she wore no panties and I gazed down at her beautiful, naked body for the first time. I was about to make up for lost time and missed opportunities.

Stepping up onto the step stool, I aimed my ramrod at the entrance to Sandy's womanflesh. I could feel the sexual heat as it emanated from her seething cunt. I positioned myself carefully and then reaching forward, grasped the young beauty by her firm asscheeks and pulled her body forward. She was surprised by the suddenness of the move and as her hips slid over the padded edge of the counter, her pussy plunged down hard onto my impaling cock. She screamed in surprise and excitement as she felt my cock fill her aching pussy to capacity. She was drenched inside.

She had never been taken so directly before. The suddenness of my assault on her body, with no foreplay or even words, had surprised and excited her. The idea of fucking someone she could not see or identify excited her and the size of my cock made it even more exciting as she plunged her aching pussy onto my shaft. Her body stiffened and she screamed softly as I felt her pussy bathe my cock with sweet cum. 

Her inner muscles clenched around my invading shaft as her back arched over the counter and her huge tits were drawn tightly against her chest. I felt her grind her hips hard against my body as her muscles tightened around my shaft. She rotated her hips in ever widening circles as she tried to pleasure me. Orgasms began to ripple through her body and she continued to fuck me. 

I watched in fascination as her massive tits heaved and her nipples grew even harder. Her beautiful body shone with a layer of perspiration and she glistened as she impaled herself on my rigid shaft. I reached up to her heaving titflesh and began to maul her firm breasts. I remembered she had liked it when I was a bit rough on her titflesh and this spurred her on even more. Katherine continued to take pictures from all angles as I ravaged her friend. 

I felt Katherine's talented fingers reach between my open thighs and caress my balls as I thrust up into her friend's tight love hole. My balls were heavy and full and Katherine could tell. She squeezed them gently as I felt her soft lips and talented tongue caress the firm cheeks of my ass and then I thrust up hard into Sandy's tight pussy and exploded deep in her loins. As she felt the spray of my cum hit the walls of her pussy, the young beauty let go with another powerful orgasm and then she just slumped down onto my shaft, her body spent. I leaned forward and sucked her taut nipple into my mouth and bit gently. Again I felt her powerful inner muscles clasp around my shaft. Slowly I eased out of her tightness and then helped her slide her body back up onto the padded edge of the counter, where she hung in her bindings.

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Katherine Ch. 13-14



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Chapter 13

Ideas and Emotions

'OK, but first I'm afraid I'm going to have to risk destroying one of your fantasies Craig. Sorry to do this but Kerrie's gay, she's a strongly committed lesbian. Has been right from the start, in her early teens.' Katherine said, then gave me no chance to comment by continuing straight on.

'But as to Belinda, well actually, as you guessed, her name's not Belinda of course. But even before you told me about the fantasies you'd created around it, when I saw your Degas print I saw the strong resemblance. So when we were talking about setting up the photographic session I thought that using that name might strengthen your reaction to what I was planning to do. And that certainly seemed to work.' she added with a cheeky grin. 'Her real name is Elizabeth, well Lizzie. A nice name, but, well...

Anyway, I met her in the class I teach at the local technical college, she wants to become a photographer, and she will be a very good one if she sticks to it. In talking with her I discovered that she also takes ballet classes, and knows my sister Kerrie, well she idolises her actually, as a dancer I mean. As I said before, it's a very small world.

So with those things in common I suppose I got closer to her than most students and from time to time had her come round here to help out in the studio. Then one evening she arrived unexpectedly, while I was finishing off some of my private work. I got most of the prints out of the way but she saw some of the negatives, and was just naturally curious.

Well, it started out by my talking about the market for erotica and then, after a couple of glasses of wine it began to get more personal. At some stage I must have said something that gave her a clue that I got more from photographing men's bodies than just commercial reward. She pressed me about that, then confided that she was asking because she was worried about feelings and ideas that she was having.

She explained that she was getting really confused about her sexuality. Apparently Kerrie had been coming on to her for some time, making it perfectly obvious how much she fancied her. And, perhaps partly because of her idolisation of her, she was tempted to agree to what she knew Kerrie wanted.

Making it more difficult was what was happening between her and her boy friend. She said that although they were having sex, occasionally and not very satisfactorily, he would never let her see himself, and really didn't seem to like looking at her when she was undressed either.

Like us, she is a very visual person, so that seemed even stranger to her than it might have to another girl.

She went on to say that, perhaps because of his shyness, or whatever it was, she found she was starting to look at other men, crotch-watching. Then, she became even more embarrassed when she hesitatingly admitted she was also having weird thoughts and ideas about men's cocks, of handling them, getting them off. Which was something else her boy friend absolutely refused to let her do.

I told her frankly that she would be much better off if she ditched the boy friend, he obviously had far too many inhibitions for a girl like herself, that she could never be anything but frustrated with someone like him.

Well all that happened just a week or so before I met you, so when you agreed to let me photograph you I thought about Lizzie, and wondered how she'd react to, as it were, being thrown in at the deep end.'

'You mean that was the first time she'd done that?'

'Mmm, though of course I don't know that it was actually the first time she'd jerked someone off, we didn't go into that much detail about her past. But she'd certainly never been in that sort of situation before. She did very well, didn't she.' she added with a mischievous grin.

'She certainly did. She was marvellous, and I'd say she has a great deal of natural talent..'

'I'll tell her you said that, she'll be thrilled. And of course you can now add the reality of what she did to the various fantasies you've built up around the other Belinda.'

'I'd like to think I won't need to rely on those too much in future.' I replied.

'How come?' she asked in a mockingly innocent voice.

'I'd like to think I'll be too busy coping with reality to have either the need or the energy to fall back on fantasies. You and I were literally made for each other Katherine, and I would certainly like to be more to you than just another all too willing model, or passing fancy.'

'Yes I admit I've been having very similar thoughts Craig. We do seem to go together rather well, in every way. But.' she said, interrupting herself. 'Before we go any further with that subject, I've just had an amazing idea. Tell me what you think' she added excitedly.

'Up to now the erotic stuff I've been doing has all been with single models, sometimes women, but for obvious reasons, mainly men.' she added with a mischievous chuckle before continuing. 'I'm sure there would be even more buyers and collectors for a group shot. Especially one that was of a man with two women at once. Men love the idea of their prowess converting otherwise lesbian girls.'

'You mean Belinda, I mean Lizzie, you mean Lizzie and Kerrie?'

'And you! I mean the three of you.'

'But, but would they, well I mean Kerrie, would she?'

'If what Lizzie's told me is only half true, and from what I know of Kerrie's past it probably is, I think the thought that she might get a crack at Lizzie that way would be more than enough incentive. She knows all about what I do and has posed for me a few times already. And just in case they're a bit hesitant I can get some nice masks, keep their actual identities disguised.

I'm sure Lizzie will do it. For one thing, as I said, she idolises Kerrie, and I know she enjoyed doing what she did for you. But what about you Craig, are you game?'

I didn't answer immediately, I had to think. What I had just said to Katherine was true, although we had only known each other a very short time she was already filling a very large place in my life, and I liked that. Not just the sex, though that was truly phenomenal, but everything else about her. And I wanted to mean as much to her as she was starting to mean to me.

But even those feelings didn't stop me being excited by the thought of having two of my previous fantasy women brought to life and together at the one time, even if their realities were somewhat different to those I'd imagined. And the thought of having Belinda's, well Lizzie's beautiful hands touching me again, and perhaps Kerrie's too, well...

But, not wanting to let on about those feelings I answered in a deliberately unenthusiastic voice. 'If you really want me to Katherine.'

'You don't sound very keen though, I thought you'd jump at the chance.'

'Well I'll admit that the idea sounds terrific, but as I said, I don't want to be just one more of your models Katherine.'

'Oh you silly man!.' she said, turning and flinging her arms around my neck, then kissing me hard. 'You've never been that, right from that first evening in the gallery. I was attracted to you immediately I saw you, even though that was from the back of you. Why do you think I agreed to have dinner with you so readily? Do you think I let every man I meet pick me up that easily?'

'You mean that?'

'Of course I do! Just because I haven't used the 'love' word doesn't mean I'm not feeling that way about you Craig. It just means I have learned to be cautious, and learned the hard way.'

'Oh that's wonderful, because I'm sure I'm very definitely falling in love with you!'

We kissed again, for much, much longer, that time doing no more than kiss, but our deeper emotions needing no more than that.

'But.' she said when we finally broke apart. 'But what about the question I asked that triggered all this? Will you do it, do it for me?'

'If that's what you want, of course I will.' I replied.

'Marvellous! I'll talk to the other two, but I'm sure they'll agree. Now, I don't know about you but I need some sleep.'

Although the way she'd initially been handling me had started to re-arouse me the direction our conversation had then gone had counteracted those feelings, and having been so completed sated by our earlier love-making I was perfectly happy to simply snuggle down beside her.

So the first time Katherine and I actually slept together it was a very chaste occasion, which given what followed, made it even more special in our memories.

She left it to the following morning to tell me she wouldn't be able to see me for several days. 'I have to go to Taiwan, I want to show your pictures to an agent who operates from there.' she said matter of factly.

'Taiwan?'

'Mmm, it's a very large centre for this kind of material, the agent I use has links to Europe and the States, I could just send them of course, but they like the personal contact. And I'll get a better price if I negotiate across the table with him.' she added with a grin. 'And I can pre-sell the concept of the group shot. I'll take him some of my previous work with Kerrie, just to remind him.' she added.

So by the time she had made various phone calls, organised the details of her trip, prepared the portfolio she was taking and then actually made the trip, it was over a week before we really spent any time together.

Not that I wasted the time, once I knew what her plans were I started making some of my own. Although I knew I wouldn't completely finish it I wanted to get as much work as possible done on the painting I had in mind.

So, having spent a day or so clearing the back-log of my own work, I got started. It was to be life-size, making it the biggest picture I'd ever worked on, and so took most of one of those days just to prepare the canvas. Although I had already made innumerable sketches of the pose there was still work to be done on just how to achieve the effect I had in mind, and it wasn't until I realised I would have to cheat the perspective here and there that I got it just right. Having blocked-in the outline I started preparing the ground, using a shade of one of the colours I'd eventually be using in her hair for one of those.

Then the really hard work began, and I lost all track of the time I spent painting, slowly bringing Katherine's beautiful body into being on the canvas.

Although there were frustrations and various parts needed a good deal of re-working, when I was less that half way I knew it was good, in fact much better than good, and was certainly the best work I had ever done.

But then as the image was that of the woman I was in love with why wouldn't it be, it really was a case where the artist's heart was completely in his work.

So, because I had become so absorbed I very nearly missed her phone call, and she was half way through the message she was leaving on my machine before I recognised her voice and raced across to answer her. She was calling from the airport, about to board her flight and wanted to know if I could meet her when she arrived in. When I said of course I could she hurriedly told me that the meetings had gone well, very well, but that she'd leave telling me all the details until she was home again.

Realising I'd had very little sleep for a couple of days I decided I had better grab some while she was in transit, so quickly finished the section of the painting I had been working on, cleaned up and, having set my alarm clock, hit the sack.

Somewhat refreshed, and very definitely over-excited I waited for Katherine to appear from Customs and when she did, in spite of the long trip she looked absolutely fantastic. I told her so and then from the length of the long, passionate kiss that followed I'm sure onlookers must have thought we had been apart for years, rather than just a few days.

When we broke apart I repeated how gorgeous she looked and she actually blushed, then told me she had been able to grab a bit of sleep, then hogged one of the toilets for nearly half an hour, just to make sure she didn't look too exhausted. 'But looks can be deceptive Craig, I'm actually absolutely buggered. So don't expect too much from me when we get home darling.' she added in a much lower voice.

'But even so, the trip was well worth it, he thinks the shots of you are the best he's ever seen, and now he wants everything I can give him.' she said excitedly. 'And the prices he's prepared to pay are fantastic!'

'That's wonderful darling! I'm thrilled to bits for you! And he liked your idea of a group shot?'

'Loved it, says the market for that kind of thing is even bigger than for those I've already been doing. And when I showed him pictures of the two girls, and said I thought I could get the male I'd used in what I had just given him, he became almost scrutable.'

'Scrutable?'

She giggled. 'Well you know what they say about how difficult it is to negotiate with Orientals, because they're so poker-faced, so inscrutable. Well he very nearly lost that!'

'Good for you darling.' I said with a laugh. 'Now let's get you home, by the way, have you eaten?'

'Yes thank you, and for aeroplane food it wasn't too bad. I just need a shower and a few more hours sleep. Then we can talk some more, and by then I'm sure I'll be feeling more in the mood for proper welcome home.' she added meaningfully.

Given the way she was feeling I suggested it might be best if I just drop her off, then wait for her to call me once she caught up with some sleep. Katherine agreed it was a good idea and so I returned home and in anticipation of what a 'proper welcome home' implied, took another nap myself.




Chapter 14

Preparations

I was already awake and had shaved and taken a shower when she called, knowing there would be little in the way of food in her fridge I told her I would pick up some wine and take-away on the way over, and then left almost immediately.

She must have rung as soon as she had got up and hadn't expected me to be so quick because when she opened the door it was obvious she had only just come out of her shower, her hair was still wet, and a large towel covered most of the rest of her.

'I didn't expect you so soon.' she said, clearly embarrassed to be seen looking like that.

'You didn't think I was going to waste a minute more than I had to, did you?' I replied, giving her a quick kiss before taking the boxes of food through to the kitchen.

She followed me, briskly drying her hair with a second towel. 'I suppose not but it's odd, arriving like this has sort of broken my dream.'

'What dream was that?' I asked, turning and moving towards her.

'I have obviously been missing you more than I thought I was.' she said so softly it was as though she was actually talking to herself. 'I dreamed you were making love to me, in the shower in the hotel room I've been staying at.' she added in a still barely audible voice.

'Well there's not much I can do about the venue, but if that's what you really wanted a second shower would be no problem.' I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her warm and still slightly damp neck.

I had half expected her to resist me, to want me to wait until she'd had a chance to finish getting ready, but the way she pressed forward and moulded herself to me suggested otherwise. So I bent and simply lifted her up, ignoring her half-hearted, giggling protest as I carried her through to the bed-room.

Having lain her down so her legs were dangling over the side of the bed I unfastened the towel and looked down at her. At that moment I was both enjoying and being excited by the sight of her sheer loveliness, and, with some other part of my brain, also checking what I could see against the half finished image of her in my studio.

As her hair was still damp it was impossible to check its distinctive and quite unusual colouring, but the fact that her body was still shower-warm gave me a chance of noting its tones and shades of pink and creamy whiteness. And as she lay looking up at me I could also double check the complexity of the greys, greens and flecks of other colours that lit her eyes.

'I'll never get over just how absolutely beautiful you are my darling.' I said softly as I knelt down and eased her legs apart.

She reached down and began tousling my hair as I moved forward and began to kiss her, then we spent a long, long time making love to, and with each other, each surprised to find just how much need we had both accumulated in just a few days.

Later, as we ate and drank we talked, Katherine fleshing out the details of her trip, and pointing out that the successes meant she had a lot of work ahead of her, there were finished prints to be produced and her next set of photographic sessions to be planned.

'I might be out of action for a bit darling, well, not completely of course.' she added with a grin. 'But there'll be days when I'm a bit too tired for sessions like the lovely time we've just had.'

'I've told you before, it's not just the sex darling, fantastic though that is with you. Anyway, I also have stuff to do too you know, we'll just have to try to synchronise our schedules. And let's try to keep at least one day for each other every so often, and not too infrequently.' I added.

And for once luck seemed to be very much on our side. Once she had offered Lizzie, or Belinda as I still found myself thinking of her, as bait, Katherine had no trouble getting Kerrie's agreement to the masked group shot idea. Belinda was even more enthusiastic, though as Katherine said, she wasn't really sure whether it was the idea of doing it with Kerrie, or me, that was the real appeal.

Kerrie's dancing commitments meant we had to wait three or four weeks, but as that gave Katherine the chance to get on with the things she had to complete it made her scheduled work-load that much easier. And of course I had my regular work to do, plus continuing the painting of Katherine, which, without having her there as a model, was proving just that much more difficult than I had expected. But as I was seeing her regularly I was able to check and commit details to memory and so it slowly progressed.

We were spending a few nights a week together and as I'd suggested, a couple of times we managed to keep a whole day just for us. And maybe it was just because we were seeing each other somewhat irregularly, in effect rationing ourselves, but during that time the passion in our love-making seemed to be even more powerful than what we had already experienced. And quite apart from the actual intensity of those physical thrills we continued to learn much of what went in each other's heads, and as well as spicing up our sexual lives that undoubtedly helped the strengthening of the emotional bonds that were growing between us.

Although by comparison with some people's activities we didn't resort to doing anything particularly bizarre, I suppose some would consider the focus of our activities kinky, or at the very least, peculiar. But as Katherine had said, considering what each of our early sexual experiences had been and how strongly imprinted our conscious and subconscious needs had been by them, in fact we should consider ourselves extraordinarily lucky to have found each other.

And even though I understood just how much she preferred a man who was prepared to let her handle his cock, and understood how sexually excited she could get from doing that, until then I really hadn't realised just how strong the eventual effect could be, for both of us. But I certainly found out during those next few weeks, and something she'd bought while she was away meant that sometimes my endurance was tested way beyond its normal limits. 

One of those was during the second or third evening we spent together during that time, we had made love when she arrived, then without dressing properly had got ourselves something to eat and then returned to bed, ostensibly to watch some show on TV but in fact just to enjoy relaxing and lying quietly together for a while.




Katherine Ch. 13-14



'I've been waiting for just the right moment to give you a little present I bought for you, well for both of us actually, something I got while I was up in Taiwan.' she said as the show came to an end, reaching across to open a drawer in the bed-side cabinet and bringing out a small box. 'Have you tried cock-rings before?'

Cock-rings, no, I've heard of them but never really understood what they were for, other than as some sort of body decoration.'

She gave a low chuckle. 'Oh I suppose there is a bit of that, but I assure you they serve a very practical purpose. How's your knowledge of anatomy?'

'Pretty sketchy.'

'So what do you know about veins and arteries?'

'Arteries carry blood being pumped from the heart and veins drain it back again. That's about it I'm afraid.'

'That's enough to understand the principle behind cock-rings. As arteries carry the freshly oxygenated blood and damage to them leads to death much faster than would similar damage to a vein, nature has buried them deeper. When you wear a cock-ring, which acts like a clamp around the penis, some blood can still flow in through the deep artery, but the back-flow through the veins is impeded. The constriction also puts pressure on the urethra, the duct that carries both urine and semen, and that helps to delay the eventual climax. So in simple terms the result is your erection is bigger, and no matter what kind of stimulation you get, it takes you longer to come. You can see their appeal.'

As she'd been speaking she had opened the box and taken out a circlet made of some silvery coloured metal. 'They're made of all sorts of things, mainly plastic, leather and stainless steel, but this one's a bit special, it's actually made of silver.' she said, then added. 'Would you like to try it now?'

I admit I was intrigued by what she'd said so immediately answered. 'Why not.'

'Good, though it's probably best if you stand up beside the bed.'

At that stage, although still essentially flaccid the mere fact we had been lying naked beside each other had meant I was not totally sexually 'disinterested', and my cock was somewhat fatter and longer than when in a completely relaxed state. As I moved around to stand beside her Katherine turned and sat on the edge of the bed, then she glanced up and gave me a smile as she reached forward and said. 'I'll just need to start you off a little Craig.'

Even in the odd, somewhat clinical circumstances it took her only a minute or so of stroking and occasional sucking to stimulate a slight stiffening and then before the process had gone too far she slipped the ring over the head. 'I meant to ask you this before, have you ever thought of shaving yourself, I mean doing something similar to what I do?'

I knew exactly what she meant when she said 'doing what I do', the fact that she kept the area around her pussy free of hair thrilled me and I had told her so many times, but in spite of that doing something similar had just never occurred to me. 'No I haven't, would you like me to?'

'Some men say it enhances their sensitivity a bit, but most do it just for aesthetic reasons.'

'So, would you like me to?'

'It would save me getting the odd hair in my teeth.' she replied with a grin.

'O.K., next time I shower I'll give it a go.'

'Sure you wouldn't like me to do it for you?'

The offer was strangely appealing but the thought of Katherine getting distracted as she scraped around with a razor put me off. 'No thanks, not the first time anyway.'

'So that must mean you don't trust me.' she said with a low giggle, then added. 'Now, with a single ring it needs to go right up to the base, some come in sets, so you have another just behind the head, others include a ring or a strap that also goes down around the balls. But I thought this would be enough for us, at least to start with, we can get more experimental if you really like the effect.' she added as she pulled the skin tight and pushed the ring as far up along the shaft as it would go.

How's that, comfortable?' she asked when it was firmly in place.

'O.K. But what happens if someone's penis stays engorged, I've heard of that sometimes happening?'

'Things could get a bit tricky.' she replied. 'If the ring's made of plastic or leather of course they can be cut off, but with the metal ones you'd have to rely on lubricants, a bit like getting a ring off someone's finger in an emergency. But you don't have to worry, I won't leave you like that, and anyway this ring's not just special because it's made of silver it also has a sneaky little quick release catch built into it. So just relax and enjoy.'

I watched as she spent the next couple of minutes stimulating me in her usual, delightfully effective ways, licking and gently sucking with her tongue and lips, while her always skilful fingers stroked and squeezed both my cock and balls. At first I wasn't really conscious of the ring, but as the shaft swelled and hardened the feeling of its tightness around the base of my cock gradually increased and although it may have just been my imagination as the pressure of it grew so did my apparent sensitivity, and that was especially true of the head. Each time her fingers or tongue slipped over it I felt what seemed like little electric sparks shooting up through my spine, and it wasn't long before I felt my body tensing and heard myself giving sharp intakes of breath.

Then, even when I knew I was fully engorged I found I wasn't feeling the usual sensations I would if I was starting to slowly build towards an eventual climax, instead of those I was getting completely different feelings from my cock. As I looked down and took a good look at it I got the impression that rather like some weird party balloon it was still gradually inflating, the darkening veins along the shaft becoming much more pronounced and the head also changing colour as it too expanded even more than it normally did.

'Ah yes that's looking good.' Katherine said in a low voice as her fingers continued their light stroking. 'Really, really good! Does it feel nice too?'

'Oh yeesss!' I replied with a husky catch in my voice. 'And it feels even more sensitive than it usually does.'

'Of course, I think I'll just use a little lubricant on my hands.' she said, reaching for a tube and squeezing a small amount on one palm, pressing her hands together for a few moments to warm it, then making sure she spread a thin film of it evenly over them both. Her fingers were always so soft and smooth I really didn't understand why she thought she would need the lubricant but when she touched me again I was delighted that she had. The difference it made was only subtle but by then my cock had become so sensitive the intensity of each sensation was magnified and as her slick fingers ran up and down it I felt even stronger jolts of pleasure surging up through me. 

'How's that?' she asked softly.

'Fantastic!' I muttered, then gave an even louder series of gasps as her fingers slipped over and around the head, producing waves of excitement that were so intense they were almost too strong.

It wasn't long before my cock had become so engorged its appearance was verging on grotesque. Although it may just have been the way the ring bit deep into its flesh that made it look even longer than usual, and maybe it was an optical illusion that created the other effects - but to me it looked as though both the shaft and the head appeared almost half as big again as they normally were when I had a really strong erection! And although that in itself was almost unbelievable it wasn't just the size that truly amazed me, it was also the colours.

The shaft itself had turned a dark, almost blood-red and the veins, standing out like knotted whip-cords, were an even darker blackish purple, and the balloon-like head was a deep, over-ripe plum colour, the brilliantly glossy skin stretched so tightly it looked as though it was about to split open at any moment. What made its appearance even more dramatic was the fact that as her hands and fingers continued their gentle movements a little of the lubricant she'd used had been transferred to it, making the entire length glisten brightly.

The total effect was that she had turned the thing she was caressing into something I could barely recognise as being my own cock.

'Now that really is something else.' she whispered throatily. 'I'm going to get some pictures of you looking like this sometime. But right now let's do something else I think you'll like. Just let me get up please.' she added.

Of course I had no idea what she had in mind but right then I didn't really care, so long as she wasn't planning on just leaving me in that state. But I needn't have worried, she just took me across to stand in front of the full length mirror on the wardrobe door, turning me almost side on to it then, kneeling and making sure she didn't interfere with my view of myself, resumed the slow but insistent caressing she'd previously been giving me.

I was immediately reminded of the fantasy I'd told her about, of the ballerina in the photograph that turned out to be her sister. And even as the thought came to me she said. 'Remind you of anything?'

'That fantasy.'

'Mmm, and this position gives both of us an even better view of you, so watch, and enjoy darling.'

She was quite right, the change of the angle from which I saw myself did improve what I could see, but as well as that, seeing both myself and also my reflection added an almost surrealistic aspect to the actual physical thrills I was experiencing. My body was registering and reacting strongly to the intensity of the electrifying sensations Katherine's hand was giving me, and at the same time some, perhaps somewhat warped corner of my mind was responding to the image of that other, disembodied and almost grotesquely swollen cock being given the same stimulation. So although not doubled, that situation certainly sharply increased the power of the overall effect.

There followed many, uncounted but very long minutes of continuing excitement, for both of us. Although using her fingers, tongue or mouth to make sure she never deprived me of some sort of stimulation she used them so skilfully that for much of it she was still able to leave one hand free to burrow down between her legs and take care of herself. And every now and then her re-wetted fingers would give additional lubrication to my cock, which, as it got steadily hotter and hotter it certainly needed.

The strength of the thrills I was experiencing were so strong and the reverie I drifted into so blissfully exciting that it took much longer than it normally would for me to realise there was also something quite odd going on. Even in that somewhat dazed semi-consciousness I had felt the internal churning, then the tight pressure of my balls swelling and rising, but then, although Katherine's stimulation never lessened I felt no further sign of an approaching climax.

Then I remembered what she'd said about the secondary effect of wearing a cock-ring, that the pressure of it could also constrict the vessels that carried the semen so much that the ejaculatory response was delayed. I spent a second or two wondering for just how long, then rather than divert a single neurone from registering the moment by moment progression of thrills, allowed myself to drift back into just revelling in that pleasure filled state.

Some little time later it was interrupted again, but that time by my becoming conscious of a change in Katherine's actions, although their effectiveness on my cock continued I could somehow feel an increasing tension behind them. Giving myself a mental shake I looked down and could immediately tell by her expression and the accompanying slight flush to her face that although my own was still some way off, she was undoubtedly approaching her own orgasm.

I watched as the tense, almost pained expression contorted her face, saw the flush both spreading lower and darkening, and a semi-opaque glaze film her wide-staring eyes. Then I felt her fingers spasmodically tightening as with a series of sharp cries, a long drawn out succession of really strong jolts rippled up through her body.

Even when she'd worked through to the end of that cycle I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was still wanting more and although the pressure inside me had undoubtedly risen higher I was still not on the brink of coming myself. 'Are you nearly there yet darling?' she asked in a hoarse voice.

'Not really, though incredible as the sensations are, I'd really like to be.'

'O.K. so this time let's finish this the old-fashioned way.' she replied as she pushed herself up. 'Lie down on the floor please, apart from anything else I want to experience what every last bit of that feels like inside me.'

By then I was more than willing to do whatever she fancied, so long as it resulted in a satisfying finale and once I was comfortable she squatted astride me and a few moments later I felt her hand steadying my achingly throbbing cock as she pushed herself downwards. At first I thought that because it was so big she might have difficulty in getting it in, but probably because she was so determined and her pussy was already so wet from her climax, with less trouble than I'd expected I felt the still ballooning head being wedged inside.

Although the feel of her hands and mouth had been wonderful I realised that right then the slick tightness of her pussy was exactly what I needed and I heard myself give a long drawn out groan as she pushed herself a little lower. 'Oh shit!' she rasped as she took more of it. 'It's almost too much! You're so big it feels as though it's splitting me wide open!'

I didn't tell her that her pussy was such a tight fit that I was feeling as though she was actually stripping the skin off my cock but reached up to cup her breasts and start to gently squeeze and caress them. Then, at first somewhat cautiously, but with increasing confidence she began to slowly move up and down, gradually taking a little more of me inside as her body responded and produced a fresh flow of lubricating juices. And of course as her pussy became more slippery the burning sensations I'd been getting eased and the still tight friction turned the feelings I was experiencing to those of sheer exhilarating excitement.

Increasing those even more was the fact that as my cock was so much bigger than usual the suction she produced whenever she fucked me in that particular position was that time much, much stronger, so much so that I soon doubted if even the cock-ring could continue to hold back the churning mass of semen.

At first she gave herself maximum control of how far I was able to get inside her by leaning right forward over me and just rocking herself back and forth, but as she felt her body adjusting to the size of the mass she had impaled herself on she slowly pushed herself a little more upright, gradually taking it deeper and deeper. And as she did that I felt sure I could tell from both the look on her face and her short, breathless gasps that she was rapidly approaching another, much stronger orgasm.

And proving me right, just a minute or two later she looked down and whimpered in almost bewildered amazement. 'Oh Craig love, my darling!' Then, her eyes rolling upwards before clamping tight shut and crying in a much higher and shriller voice, she pushed herself completely erect and literally pounded up and down. 'Oh shit yes! Yeess! Yeeesss!'

As the strength of the gripping forces ripped through her it felt as though her pussy was urging my cock to finally give up its load, and as by then the pressure inside me had increased way beyond the limiting effect of the cock-ring my body complied. Unlike any normal climax, where I had some time to enjoy the buzzing rush that accompanied the build-up to it, that time I was given virtually no warning. It seemed that one moment I was delighting in what was obviously a super-effective orgasm for Katherine, the very next I was being gripped by my own.

My entire body arched, thrusting my hips upwards and lifting Katherine bodily as it rammed my cock even deeper before finally unleashing the first of a long series of mind-numbing blasts. 

The onset of my climax had been delayed for so long that the volume of semen that had accumulated must have been much greater than usual and as the effect of the cock-ring meant it was being forced through a much tighter channel the force behind that first jet must have been amazingly strong. Katherine's eyes flew wide open and between loud orgasmic gasps she croaked. 'I felt that!' Then we both simply gave ourselves up to the body-wracking ecstasy of a mutual orgasm.

Some long time later, when we had both recovered and having tenderly slipped the by then sticky ring from my wilted cock she rolled to one side and asked what I'd thought about its effect.

'Amazing! And although it's not something I'd want to use every time, every now and then, when we are both in the right mood. And for you?'

'Yes, amazing is a good word. You definitely got bigger, a lot bigger! Which in your case I wouldn't have thought really possible. And you'll have to tell me if it was just the ring that did it, but you took much longer to come.'

'Yes that was the ring, I could feel the pressure building up and up, but something was definitely blocking the release, until of course it got just too great.'

'And what was really fantastic, as I tried to tell you at the time, that first burst was so strong I could actually feel it, and that's really unusual. But it also reminds me,' she added. 'that was one of the things that really impressed my contact in Taiwan.'

'What was that?'

'When you come you produce nicely coherent jets and globules.' she replied with a cheeky smile.

'Really?'

'Mmm, and then of course the fact that I'd been able to catch the moments you were actually climaxing helped, that I'd captured the images of all that flying semen so well.

Most of the material that's around have pretty unconvincing cum shots, even the high quality work, after all it's not something any man can control. At the cheap end of the market, you know internet porn, most of the shots are either mocked-up or the images are manipulated later. You can't get away with that at the top end, well it's done but only for unusual effects, and so a lot of the work has pretty ordinary finales.' she explained. 'But we were fortunate, as I said, you produce really great stuff.'

'Well I'm glad to please.' I said with grin.

'Oh you certainly do much more than that my darling.' she replied, rolling back towards me and snuggling tight.

But then, just a minute or two later she suddenly pushed herself away again and said. 'That was something else I meant to ask you. The mirror, you seemed to like that. Was I right?'

'Mmm, definitely.'

'I thought so, tell me about it.'

I found it hard enough to explain the effect to myself and trying to put it into words was even more difficult, but I did my best. Telling her how seeing both myself and also my reflection added an almost surrealistic aspect to the actual physical excitement, that the combination of the electrifying thrills her hands and fingers were giving me were sharply increased by being able to also see the other, somehow disembodied image.

'Well we'll just have to do that again too.' she replied.

And we did, and that time she took me right through to such a shatteringly explosive climax that I ended up spraying semen all over the mirror.

There were other times like that, times when she insisted that I do no more than allow her to get her pleasure from just satisfying me, and although at first that left me feeling somewhat guilty, her assurances that that was exactly what she sometimes wanted convinced me and allowed me to occasionally simply 'lie back and enjoy'. And of course there were other times, though admittedly much fewer, when I was happy to do much the same for her, spending just as long as she wanted down between her soft silky thighs while I slowly licked and sucked her always adorably sweet pussy.




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CHAPTER 14Katherine and I continue to enjoy Sandy's bound body

Moving back to the barstool, I sat down on the edge and motioned Katherine closer to me. As she stepped in front of me, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tightly to me. Her naked breasts pressed firmly against my chest as I felt my flaccid cock graze between her warm thighs. I kissed her cheek and she leaned her head back and sucked my tongue into her eager mouth. 

"Thank you." I whispered as she smiled up at me. Katherine stepped back and began to kneel in front of me but I held her firmly and shook my head. "Not yet, I have another idea." I whispered as I slid back in the chair and turned Katherine's body around to face Sandy. She thought I was going to have her lick Sandy's open pussy. I thought about it but had something else in mind for the moment. As Katherine stood between my legs, we both gazed at Sandy's ravaged body as she hung loosely in her bonds. Her huge tits continued to quiver as she tried to catch her breath. My hands caressed Katherine's firm body as I felt her long fingernails rake over the tops of my thighs. I nibbled on the back of her neck as my fingers pinched her hard nipples and a shudder ran through her beautiful, young body. 

Sandy hung limply as her arms were still drawn over her head. She was spent and it showed in the flushed color of her entire body. Cum oozed out of her sweet lovehole and formed a small puddle on the padded edge of the counter. 

"I have and idea." I whispered to Katherine. "Give me a hand." Katherine nodded and followed me into the living room. "Do you have some rope?" I asked.

"Maybe, but Sandy probably has whatever you need in her little bag of tricks." she volunteered. I looked at her quizzically. Katherine disappeared into the kitchen and returned with Sandy's bag and dumped the contents out onto the coffee table. There was some pretty interesting stuff there. Katherine picked up some of the items trying to figure out what they were.

"Nipple clamps." I said as she dropped the clamp on the table. There was a large vibrator, several different kinds of clamps, a small leather lash, a long double-ended dildo and an assortment of clips, clamps and chains. I found what I was looking for and returned to the dining area. Katherine spent another moment looking at the items on the table and then joined me. 

I attached the length of chain to the overhead bar and then stepping around behind Sandy, filled my hands with her huge, panting tits. My fingers closed tightly around her swelling mounds and then closed around her hard nipples. I squeezed and pinched her sensitive nubs and she moaned loudly as I abused her titflesh. Unclipping her wrists, I pulled them free of the pole and then clipping them together again, attached them to the chain hanging from the overhead bar. She could lower her wrists now but was not free. 

Coming around the counter, I motioned to Katherine and she brought the barstool closer to the counter. I turned the chair around on its swivel and pushed it firmly between Sandy's open thighs. The young beauty could feel the hardness of the wood as it pressed against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She wasn't sure what it was and she tried to imagine what was in store for her next. 

"Pillows." I said to Katherine and she ran to the sofa to grab a few throw pillows. I placed them on the seat of the barstool, leaning against the back. Nodding to Katherine, she understood what I wanted and as we stood on either side of our bound beauty, we each slid one hand under a thigh and the other around her back. We lifted Sandy slightly and then sliding her body forward slid her off the countertop and down into the chair. Her thighs slid over the wooden arms of the chair as her ass descended onto the padded seat. The pillows forced her lower back forward as Sandy felt her arms once again being drawn over her head as her body arched over the back of the chair. Her knees continued to slide forward until they hit the decorative spindles at the ends of the chair arms and they kept her thighs raised and spread wide apart. Her seething pussy was spread open as cum continued to ooze from between her swollen labia. I pulled her chair forward as her arms were pulled back over her head, placing a slight arch in her back and then slid the step stool in front of the her. 

Climbing onto the counter, I straddled Sandy's head and reached up for the overhead bar. Sandy could hear the movement behind her and smelled the unmistakable aroma of a man's crotch and immediately realized what I was doing. She lay her head back on the padded edge of the bar and opened her mouth to accept me. Katherine took more pictures as I let my balls descend between Sandy's sweet lips. I felt Sandy close her mouth around my hairy balls and begin to suck them as her tongue prodded my sack. 

I motioned to Katherine to stand between Sandy's spread thighs. Nervously she obeyed and stepped up to Sandy's body. I took the camera from her hands and then took her picture as she stood naked in between Sandy's open thighs. I lay the camera on the bar.

Reaching out for Katherine's wrists, I drew her hands to my crotch and she wrapped her fingers around my rigid shaft. She stepped up onto the step stool and her sweet pussy was even with Sandy's. I felt her massage my cock as Sandy sucked on my balls. As I nodded to Katherine, she lowered her body and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. The position was a bit awkward and though she wasn't fully thrilled about the idea, Katherine realized she would need to lay her body firmly across Sandy's. 

Placing her hands on the countertop, Katherine lifted herself a bit and then stretching her legs, lowered her body into Sandy's warm saddle until her naked tits mashed down against Sandy's. She felt her pussy rub firmly against Sandy's mons and felt Sandy grind her pussy in return. Again Katherine wrapped her lips around my shaft and I enjoyed the exquisite sensation of having my cock and balls sucked on at the same time by these two beautiful women. 

Lifting my body slightly, I slid forward until I felt Sandy's tongue dive into my asshole. She sucked, kissed and prodded with amazing skill and zeal as Katherine continued to work her own magic on my cock. I could see and feel Sandy as she ground her body against Katherine's as the two women pleasured me. 

Sandy rocked her body slightly and then with great effort straightened her long legs and lifted them over the spindles of the chair. She spread her legs wide apart and then wrapped them around Katherine's sweet ass as Katherine slid into her warm saddle. Then easing her grip, Sandy let her legs slide down over the backs of Katherine's soft thighs and then wrapping her legs over Katherine's, trapped Katherine hard against her own body. Now when she ground her pussy against Katherine's, she was able to pull her beautiful friend even closer. 

Both women could feel my impending climax and redoubled their efforts. It only took a moment until I felt Sandy thrust her talented tongue deep into my ass as Katherine's tongue flicked across the tip of my cock and I emptied my balls into her sweet mouth. Both women continued to suck on me as the last drops of my cum oozed into Katherine's mouth. Katherine too had become quite aroused as she felt her body grind against Sandy's. She had not expected to feel this way. 

I wrapped my fingers through Katherine's long, silky hair and then gently lifted her face off of my cock. Lifting my body slightly, I eased my ass off of Sandy's mouth and then let my cock brush against her open lips. I lowered my cock into Sandy's hungry mouth as she continued to grind her pelvis against Katherine's hot little pussy. 

"Lift her legs back over the arms." I instructed and Katherine reached down to Sandy's thighs and stepping back, lifted her friend's legs up and draped her knees over the spindles once again. Sandy could feel the stretch in her spread thighs but also knew that in this position she was totally available. Reaching up to Sandy's wrists, I unclipped her from the chain and her hands quickly moved around Katherine's body. I lowered my lips to Katherine's ear and whispered to her. "Make love to her."

Katherine wanted to please me and was becoming consumed by the heat and excitement in Sandy's beautiful body. The heat burned against her pussy and her breasts as her firm tits mashed against Sandy's huge mams. I eased out of Sandy's mouth and climbed off the counter. 

Sandy's hands found Katherine's neck and she drew her lips close to her own. Sandy kissed Katherine and then thrust her tongue between Katherine's lips and the two began to writhe and squirm against each other. I sat back down on the barstool and watched these two beautiful women grind their lovely bodies against each other. I decided it was time to move into the bedroom. 

Stepping up behind Katherine, I slid my hands around her body and caressed her firm breasts as Sandy continued to grind her pussy hard against Katherine's mons. She could feel my cock as it pressed gently between her golden asscheeks. I pulled her body away from Sandy's and then stepping to the side, I helped Sandy out of her chair. She stood in front of me and seemed a bit wobbly. Her entire body glistened with sexual excitement. I wrapped my arm around Katherine's shoulder and pulled her close to me. I felt her fingers descend and wrap around my flaccid cock. Her long fingernails teased my shaft as she cupped my balls in her palm. 

Placing my other arm around Sandy's shoulder, I pulled her close to me and she too, reached down to my cock with her hand. As she fondled my rod, she could feel Katherine's hand and they both reached around and began to caress my ass. I laughed as I leaned down and kissed Sandy, thrusting my tongue into her eager mouth as she sucked more and more of my tongue between her lips. I smiled at Katherine and as I released my grip on her shoulder, she came around to stand beside her friend. We each took a hand and we led her down the hall to the bedroom. 

Once inside, I nodded to Katherine and letting go of Sandy's hand, she climbed onto the huge bed. I guided Sandy to the edge of the bed and as she sat down, she felt Katherine's hands on her shoulders. She turned her body and then lay back on the mattress, bringing her long legs up onto the bed. Sandy slid closer to Katherine and made room for me. I slid in beside her. 

Gently I began to stroke Sandy's huge chest with my fingers and then took hold of Katherine's hand and placed it on Sandy's full breast. A shudder ran through Sandy's body as she hoped that she would, at long last, be able to pleasure and be pleasured by Katherine's beautiful body. 

"Make love to her." I whispered and though I was talking to Katherine, Sandy thought I was talking to her. She quickly slid her hand to the side and let her fingers graze against Katherine's smooth hip. In an instant, she rolled on her side and began to caress Katherine's beautiful body and to kiss her. Sandy's fingers slid up over Katherine's breasts and then to her face. She pulled Katherine's lips to hers and kissed her gently. She could feel Katherine's lips react and then she pressed her tongue between Katherine's sweet lips and probed her mouth with her tongue. Katherine moaned softly and then felt Sandy's hand slip back down to her full breast. She felt her friend's fingers close around her hard nipple as the warmth of Sandy's huge breasts pressed against her side. Katherine felt her body begin to succumb to the passion of Sandy's lovemaking. She was overwhelmed by the intensity of Sandy's kisses and the intimacy of her caresses. Sandy knew how to electrify her lover and what would feel best to another woman. 

I lay back on the side of the bed and watched as these two beautiful women went at it. Sandy rolled over onto Katherine's body and began to grind her pelvis hard against Katherine's tender pussy. Slowly and deliberately, she began to lick and kiss her way down Katherine's lithe body bringing her lips to Katherine's hard nipples. She gently sucked the nubbin between her lips as her tongue began to caress it. Her teeth held Katherine's nipple, biting at it gently as her fingers teased their way down between Katherine's warm thighs. 

Katherine let out a deep moan as Sandy's fingers slipped gently between her engorged pussy lips. She felt her body overwhelmed with passion as her friend caressed her most intimate flesh. She had never believed she could be aroused this way by another woman. Sandy continued to kiss and lick Katherine's tits and then slowly began to work her way down between her new lover's thighs. Katherine eased her legs apart as Sandy's mouth descended to her mons. She felt Sandy's tongue flick across her pussy lips and then part her moist lips and enter her seething cunt. 

Even with her eyes blindfolded, Sandy could easily find Katherine's clit and she devoured it. Katherine's body began to buck as Sandy teased her love button. I watched as Katherine's fingers wrapped themselves into Sandy's hair and held her head firmly in place. Sandy continued to suck and tease Katherine's clit as orgasms began to ripple through her beautiful, young body. As Katherine's body continued to buck with intense orgasms, I watched as Sandy's legs slid off the edge of the bed. I decided that I had done enough watching and now that my cock was hard again it was time to fuck the shit out of Sandy. 

Walking around to the side of the bed, I slipped my hand down between Sandy's thighs and she immediately spread her legs as wide as she could while keeping her mouth firmly attached to Katherine's sweet pussy. Leaning forward, I pressed my cock between her open thighs and thrust deep into her seething pussy. My movements pushed her mouth hard against Katherine's gushing quim and she thrust her tongue deep into Katherine's love hole as I thrust my cock deep into her own. 

Sandy's arms slid under Katherine's hips in order to hold herself in place as my thrusts became deeper and more powerful in her own pussy. I could feel Sandy's pussy begin to cream over and over again as I thrust into her tight love hole. Katherine's body continued to convulse with orgasms until finally she released her grip on Sandy's hair and collapsed back in exhaustion crying, "Enough!" I laughed.

Katherine fell back against the headboard as her long legs framed Sandy's face. Taking hold of Sandy's hip, I began to pull on it and she turned her body. Without leaving her pussy, I raised her leg and then carefully rolled her body over. Once on her back, the young beauty stretched her legs out and raised her arms over her head. She looked delicious as her huge chest heaved with sexual passion. Leaning over her body, I thrust deeply into her clenching love muscles. She was unbelievably tight. I was fascinated by the way her huge tits rolled on her chest with each thrust of my cock. As she felt me begin to move onto the bed, she slid her body up further making room for me but being careful not to let my cock slip from her quivering pussy. I lowered my chest to hers and she wrapped her legs over mine and began to thrust her hips up to meet my every thrust. Her powerful love muscles were amazing. I felt them clench and ease with every thrust as her arms wrapped around me and she began to kiss me passionately. My fingers closed around her heaving tits and I pinched them hard as she moaned deeply and tightened her grip on my thrusting cock. 

Easing off of her body, I sat back and brought my knees forward under her thighs. Sandy placed her feet on either side of my hips and arching her back, she raised her hips and began to grind her pussy against my impaling cock. I sat very still as the young beauty writhed before me. She raised and lowered her pelvis and thrust her hips forward as she tightened her pussy around my ramrod. Her huge tits rolled back towards her chin but she did not stop for an instant. 

Katherine lay propped up on the pillows watching me fuck her good friend when I motioned to her. She lifted herself up and then straddled Sandy's face. Sandy felt her presence and lowered her hips to the mattress as she felt Katherine's pussy descend onto her lips. She thrust her tongue up into Katherine's twat and once again began to lick the sweet nectar that oozed out of her friend's love hole. I lifted Sandy's legs and Katherine took a hold of both her ankles. Holding Sandy's legs wide apart, I slipped my cock from between her throbbing labia and then lowered my face to Sandy's huge tits. I bit and nipped at her taut nipples and she moaned deeply with excitement as her tongue thrust back into Katherine's pussy. 

Working my way down the front of her quivering body, I closed my lips around Sandy's erect love button for the first time. Her thighs tried to close around my ears as my tongue flicked across the sensitive tip. Her entire body went rigid as her insides let go with buckets of hot sweet cum. Katherine felt Sandy's orgasm as she felt her tongue thrust up into her own seething pussy. I closed my lips over my teeth and pinching Sandy's clit between them, I used my tongue to tease my former girlfriend. 

Sandy's body convulsed in a powerful orgasm as my teeth bit gently into her clit and my tongue flicked across the sensitive tip. I continued to tease her clit as I had done to Katherine so many times and in moments I was able to have her cum at will. Sandy was beside herself as orgasms small and large rippled and ripped through her amazing body. As each one passed over her, her own tongue brought similar results from Katherine's body and she felt like she was swimming in cum; her own and Katherine's.  

As Sandy's body continued to buck, Katherine was having a hard time holding onto her ankles. The young woman's body was powerful and the orgasms were even stronger. Finally as her body continued to buck and Katherine tired from repeated orgasms, she finally let go and collapsed onto the bed. 

As she fell forward, she rolled to the side and nearly fell off of the bed. I lifted my head out of Sandy's pussy and my cheeks were covered with her sweet cum. Crawling forward a bit, I was able to reach Katherine and I kissed her deeply as my hands reached up to caress her beautiful breasts. As I sucked on her tits, I moved my body around and then nibbled my way down between Katherine's thighs. She opened her legs and I slid my tongue into her seething womanflesh. 

Sandy groped around trying to identify the body parts that were touching her and who they belonged to. I felt her fingers on my thighs and then she slid them up around my cock. I raised my leg and then felt her lips on my ass. Sandy licked my ass and then I felt her talented tongue slip between my asscheeks and tease my tight asshole. I enjoyed the feeling of her tongue as it caressed my ass. 

Pulling on Katherine's body, she moved slightly and I shifted my position until I was facing her and I slipped into her warm saddle. Sandy lay beside her as I began to stroke slowly into Katherine's tight pussy. I felt Sandy's hands on my back and then I felt her lips licking at my ass once again. I continued to thrust into Katherine's clenching love muscles as I felt Sandy moving behind me. As my cock thrust into Katherine's body I felt Sandy's fingers tighten around my balls as her tongue pressed into my ass once again. The combination of Katherine's unbelievably tight and wet pussy and Sandy's long fingernails caressing my balls as her tongue thrust into my asshole, brought me over the edge in seconds and I filled Katherine's pussy with buckets of hot cum. 

I relaxed in Katherine's warm saddle as Sandy continued to caress my balls and ass. Katherine was moaning deeply as my cock continued to move in her tight love hole. She looked up at me and I smiled at her. I kissed her deeply and her arms wrapped around me tightly. "You are forgiven." I whispered and she pressed her tongue into my mouth as she kissed me passionately. 




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As my softening cock slid out of Katherine's tight pussy, I reached behind me and taking a handful of Sandy's long hair, I lifted her face from my ass and rolled off of Katherine's body. As my body turned my cum-covered cock slapped against Sandy's soft cheek. She turned her head and parted her soft lips as she sucked my spent tool into her hungry mouth. I lay silently as the beautiful woman licked all of the cum from my cock. 

Then reaching down to her long, dark hair, I pulled up on Sandy's head and she slowly crawled forward until she lay beside me. With Katherine on one side and Sandy on the other, both women rested their heads on my chest as I felt their hands begin to caress my spent cock. I hugged them both and we drifted off into sleep. 

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Katherine Ch. 15



CHAPTER 15: Sandy Likes It Rough

I awoke to the feeling of someone's lips wrapped around my cock and looked down to see that Sandy was busy sucking it back to attention. After she got me hard again, I rolled her over on her back and slid into her seething pussy. Taking hold of her wrists, I pulled her hands over her head and clipped her wrists to the headboard. With her arms pulled over her head, her huge breasts were pulled tightly against her chest and I was able to try out my theory about her.

With her arms bound this way, I moved between her legs and pressing her knees apart, I slid my cock all the way into her tight pussy. As my cock filled her to the hilt I looked down and watched her nipples. They were unbelievably hard. As I pinched her nipples she moaned loudly. The harder I pinched them the louder her moans got and the tighter her love muscles grasped at my cock. Lowering my mouth to her breast, I began to bite her tender nipples. They got even harder and her pussy clenched that much tighter. As I had thought, Sandy liked being abused. I was more than happy to oblige her. I fucked her thoroughly, ramming hard into her body as she relished her abuse. It did not take long for me to fill her pussy with hot cum once again. 

The movement on the bed awakened Katherine, who lay quietly watching me fuck the shit out of her friend. She was a bit concerned by the force of my fucking but also saw how Sandy was responding to it. When I finished cumming in Sandy's body, I felt Katherine roll over and reach down between my thighs and caress my spent balls. I moaned as she caressed me and then sliding out of Sandy's body, I rolled over onto Katherine's and gathered her into my arms. She nestled against my chest and we drifted back to sleep. 

In the morning we left Sandy tied to the bed and Katherine and I took a hot shower. We soaped each other's bodies and I told her about my earlier relationship with Sandy. She was amazed. 

In the daylight Sandy looked pretty fucked out. Katherine decided to clean her up and to make us breakfast. First she ushered me out of the bedroom and then untying Sandy, took her into the bathroom and removed her blindfold. Sandy looked at herself in the mirror and was amazed at how fucked out she looked. It had been one hell of a night. She smiled. She stepped into the hot bath feeling the hot water envelop her spent body. Then she heard Katherine lock the door. 

Sandy bathed herself and reminisced about the sexual escapades of the previous hours. She could not imagine who her new lover was but she felt satisfied, both with how she'd been fucked and with pleasures she'd given and gotten from Katherine. The sensation of being fucked by a man she could not identify was a new and powerful one for her. 

Katherine finished cooking breakfast and served me at the bar. She took a tray into Sandy but again locked her in the bedroom. Returning to the breakfast bar, Katherine and I ate our breakfast. 

"You were pretty rough with her that last time." Katherine commented. 

"Yes, I know. I wasn't sure, so I decided to play a hunch." I explained. "I had a feeling that Sandy liked to be abused, so I decided to test out my theory gradually. She does. Her body responds most passionately when she is being abused. Her nipples are the hardest and her love muscles get even stronger." 

"I see." Katherine said quietly. "What would you like to do next?" 

"I want to fill her ass but I think we should bind her breasts also." I said.

Katherine nodded. "Are you really pleased?" she asked.

"You have no idea how pleased I really am. First, you gave me the gift of a new lover in a menage a trois. Second, it turned out to be someone who really enjoys bondage and abuse and lastly someone whom I've always wanted to fuck and have never been able to get to." I said. I drew her into my arms and held her tight. I could feel Katherine melt in my arms. 

 Katherine returned to the bedroom and saw that Sandy was just finishing her toast. Meanwhile, I started looking around for some "toys" to use on Sandy. 

"He wants to fuck your ass and to bind your breasts." Katherine said and she saw Sandy smile. 

"He really knows me, doesn't he?" Sandy said.

"Better than you imagine." Katherine answered. "Now put on the blindfold." Sandy stood up and brushing back her hair once again placed the blindfold over her eyes. Katherine stepped behind her and pulling her wrists together clipped the cuffs together. Sandy felt her pussy start to moisten.

Katherine opened the bedroom door and called down the hall, "Ready." As I entered the bedroom, Katherine presented her friend to me. My hand slid between Sandy's warm thighs and I raised my fingers to her moist pussy lips. I slid one finger into her tight love hole and then removing my hand momentarily, I slid my thumb into her pussy as I forced my finger into her tight asshole. Sandy bit her lip as she felt her tight asshole invaded. Soon she felt both of her holes being fucked by my fingers as she eased her legs a bit further apart. She was so tight. 

I removed my fingers from Sandy's loins and then reaching up to Sandy's huge breast, I pinched her nipple and started to twist it between my fingers. I could see that it was painful to her but that she was excited by it. I released her nipple and then slapped her huge tit hard with the palm of my hand. Sandy screamed as my hand hit her naked tit. I began to abuse her nipples and slap her tits as Katherine watched. 

Once her nipples were hard enough, I pulled forward and down and Sandy bent her body forward. Her huge tits hung heavily in front of me. Reaching down to the table beside me I picked up one of the thick rubber bands I'd found in the desk. Stretching it wide, I slipped it around Sandy's huge tit and then snapped it tightly around her dangling breast. Sandy winced in pain as she felt the snap of the rubber band and then she felt the tightness as it surrounded her huge mam. 

Taking another rubber band, I snapped it around her other tit. I added several more bands to each tit and then pressed Sandy's body back to an upright position. She could feel the tightness of the bands around her massive tits and she could feel the sensation leaving her breasts as the blood flow was restricted. It wouldn't be long before her breasts would start to get cold and then fall asleep. She'd only experienced this sensation once before when she'd had her breasts tied with cords but she knew what it would feel like. The discomfort now was nowhere near as bad as the pain she would endure when the circulation returned. She was excited. Katherine stared at Sandy's huge tits as they stood grotesquely away from her body. 

Pinching Sandy's nipple, I walked her around to the foot of the bed. I released Sandy's wrists and then bent her body over the footboard of the bed. Her hands rested on the mattress as she tried to support her upper body. Her huge tits hung down as she felt all sensation begin to leave her massive tits. 

I nodded to Katherine and we pressed Sandy's body forward until her elbows rested on the mattress and her long legs dangled over the footboard of the bed. Reaching down to her ankles we both bent her legs back and then clipped her ankle cuffs to the cords I'd attached to the posts of the bed. Sandy's thighs were pulled wide open and the tender flesh of her inner thighs was turned out. Her pussy rested on the hard wood of the footboard as her upper body rested on her elbows. Her nipples barely scraped the sheets on the huge bed. 

I left the room and returned with a paddle I'd seen hanging on the wall. It had Greek letters on it and I assumed it came from Katherine's college sorority. It was about 20 inches long, about 4 inches wide and a half inch thick. 

"Ask her if she wants a gag." I whispered to Katherine. 

"He's going to paddle your ass. Do you want a gag?" she asked. 

"Yes." Sandy said softly. Katherine opened one of her dresser drawers and pulled out a bandana. She handed it to me. I walked into the bathroom and found Katherine's hamper. Opening it, I retrieved a used pair of her panties and then approaching Sandy, held the bandana to her lips. The young beauty opened her mouth wide and before tying the bandana in place I turned Katherine's panties inside out and forced them between Sandy's teeth. I then tied the bandana in place as Sandy tasted Katherine's used panties. I moved behind the bound woman and caressed her beautiful ass with the smooth side of the paddle. I nodded to Katherine. 

"Ready?" she said. Sandy nodded. I brought the flat side of the paddle down across Sandy's smooth white asscheeks and the girl's head flew up as she screamed into her gag. I bright red mark appeared on her smooth skin as her pussy began to gush. I hit her again on her ass and her body lurched again. Her ass was really red now. Katherine watched as I hit her friend several more times across her sweet asscheeks with the same result each time. 

Stepping to the side I hit her with moderate force across the soft, tender skin of her inner thigh. Sandy howled into her gag as her thigh turned deep red. I placed another stroke on her other thigh. Sandy collapsed onto the bed, her huge, bound tits mashing hard against the smooth sheets. I stepped directly behind Sandy and with the edge of the paddle rubbed her hard between her beaten asscheeks and then let the rounded corner of the paddle slide between her swollen labia. 

I motioned Katherine to my side. Taking a chair I turned it to face away from Sandy's open thighs and had Katherine straddle the seat and sit down, her tits hanging over the back of the chair. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. 

"When I fuck her ass, she'll only be as loose as you make her." I said. Katherine looked up at me and then down at her friend's beaten ass. She realized that up until now it had been Sandy's mouth caressing her pussy. Now it was her turn. She looked down at Sandy's spread ass and gently kissed her friends bruised asscheek. The results were instantaneous. Sandy creamed with a deep moan. Katherine was encouraged. She lowered her mouth to Sandy's abused ass and began to lick and kiss her friend's bruised cheeks. Sandy's pussy began to spasm and she ground her mons against the footboard. Katherine could see cum begin to ooze out of her friend's pussy and she was fascinated by how Sandy's ass spasmed each time her tongue touched anywhere near that tight sphincter. 

Sandy's hips began to rotate and flex as her moans got louder and louder with each moment of licking. Katherine was amazed at how responsive Sandy's body was as she pointed her tongue and raked it across the bound woman's asshole. Sandy went rigid and with a loud gasp, she flooded her lovehole with hot cum. Katherine could smell the sweetness of the flow and licked at Sandy's swollen labia to taste her cum. She was also amazed at how moist her own pussy was as she licked her friend's oozing lovehole.  

I looked down at Sandy's bound tits and realized it was time to remove the bands. As Katherine continued to lick and prod Sandy's tight asshole, I moved onto the bed and lifted Sandy's chest up and helped her set her hands on the mattress. All sensation was gone from her tits. They felt cold and had darkened in color. 

I reached down under her chest and hooked my fingers under the bands on each tit. With a powerful tug, I ripped the bands from around the young woman's massive tits and she screamed in pain and surprise. I reached out and caressed her hanging titflesh. Her mams were cold and that meant that circulation had been really restricted. To help her regain her circulation I held one tit firmly in my hands and began to massage it. 

The pain Sandy felt in her chest was unbelievable. It'd been a long time since she'd felt this sensation and she'd forgotten just how painful it was. She felt like her chest was a giant pin cushion. I cupped her other tit and massaged it. The pain in her chest and the pleasure in her loins consumed her body. Katherine slid her finger into Sandy's dripping pussy and coated it with her sweet flow. Then she started to press her finger into Sandy's tight sphincter. She knew that she had to open Sandy up or the size of my cock would rip her apart. 

As Katherine prodded and probed Sandy's asshole, I slid my cock to her lips and Sandy began to suck on my cock as her huge chest ached. She knew that there was nothing she could do about it but relish the pain and wait for it to end. She sucked on my cock as she felt it grow in her mouth and she realized that soon it would be rammed all the way into her tight asshole. She sucked hard as Katherine continued to open her asshole with her fingers and tongue. 

I slipped off the bed and moving around behind Katherine, I lifted her hips off the seat until she stood bent over the back of the chair, her mouth still probing Sandy's sweet ass. Katherine stood with her legs straddling the seat and I knelt on the seat pad and prodded her pussy with my hard shaft. Katherine moaned as she felt my cock graze the lips of her moist womanhood. Reaching down to her flaring hips, I pressed my cock into her tight lovehole as her tongue thrust deep into Sandy's tight asshole. She was drenched. I thrust several more times into her sweet pussy as I looked down at Sandy's ass. I was ready. 

Easing out of Katherine's loins, I pulled her away from Sandy's body and had her sit back on the chair. I stepped up to the bound woman and raked my fingers gently over her recently beaten thighs. A deep shudder ran through her body. I pressed my cock between her thighs and eased it into her tight pussy. I pressed forward and filled her pussy completely. Slowly I began to rock in and out of her loins as I felt Katherine's fingers close around my balls. I moaned deeply. 

As I rocked into Sandy's pussy, my fingers began to probe Sandy's open asshole. I could see that it would be tight - real tight. I would need a lot of lubricant and Sandy's cum was just the stuff. I thrust gently into her oozing pussy several times until my shaft was fully coated with her sweet flow. Pulling from her tight pussy, I slipped my cock head against her tighter asshole. 

Pressing forward, I felt the tip penetrate her tight sphincter and then she squealed as the head moved further into her asshole. Sandy's head flailed back and her hair was thrown from side to side as she felt her tight sphincter stretch around my thick shaft. I eased in slowly as she grunted and groaned with each inch of my shaft as it filled her tight asshole. 

Finally I felt my hips touch her smooth asscheeks and we both knew I was all the way in. Katherine saw it also. I remained motionless in her tightness for a moment. Then placing my palms on her beaten asscheeks, I slowly began to withdraw from her tightness. I could feel her sphincter grasp at the thickness of my shaft as the ridge passed her asshole. 

Leaning forward, I slid back in and felt her tightness get even tighter. Then a deep moan escaped from my bound lover and I knew she was ready. Methodically I began to pump in and out of her tight ass as I felt Katherine's fingers tease my balls. My strokes into her friend's ass were long and steady as the tightness teased my impaling ramrod. 

As Sandy's sphincter adjusted to the size of my cock, I was able to increase the speed of my fucking and to vary the angle of my thrusts. Sandy's clit kept rubbing over the hard wood of the footboard as my cock ravaged her magnificent ass. She was grunting and groaning with passion as I fucked her ass. I felt both of Katherine's hands down between my thighs as I continued to thrust into her friend's body. The pain in Sandy's tits was equaled by the pleasure in her tight ass as I felt my balls about to explode. Katherine felt my building climax and slipping her finger into my own tight asshole, she pushed me over the edge as my balls exploded and cum gushed out of my cock and filled Sandy's bowels. 

As I stopped my motion in Sandy's body, I felt Katherine kneel behind me and then her talented tongue slipped into the crack of my ass. I moaned deeply as my cock still spurted into Sandy's ass and Katherine licked at mine. True pleasure. 

Finally I eased out of Sandy's tight ass and came around to sit on the bed. I slid up in front of her face and then Sandy swallowed my cock as she wanted to pleasure the instrument that had given her so much excitement during the past several hours. I let her suck on me for some time as I stroked my fingers through her long, silky hair. I motioned to Katherine and she climbed onto the bed and straddled my face as I buried my tongue in her seething pussy. Katherine moaned deeply as she felt my tongue caress her sweet pussy and she watched her bound and blindfolded friend and recent lover pleasure my cock. I felt her body begin to writhe on my face as I pleasured her oozing quim. 

Katherine leaned forward and kissed Sandy's cheek and she licked the side of my shaft as Sandy teased the head with her tongue. I moaned deeply as the two women pleasured my cock and moved it back and forth between their hungry mouths. Finally slipped my cock from between their lips and Katherine lifted her dripping pussy from my face. As she turned her body she could see my cheeks wet with her juices. She leaned over me and licked her sweetness from my face and lips. I felt her tongue probe between my lips as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I finally eased off the bed and taking Katherine in my arms, I hugged her and then walked her into the living room. It was late and I needed to get moving. 

"I want to thank you for a marvelous night." I said to her as I smiled. "I have to go but I suggest that you two spend some more time together since I hope to enjoy you both again and again." I dressed and then caressing her beautiful breast once again, I kissed her and took my leave. 

Katherine returned to the bedroom and released Sandy from her bindings. The two women showered and then stretching out on the bed, Sandy introduced Katherine to some of the other wonders of lesbian lovemaking. 

To be continued...

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Katherine Ch. 15-16



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

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Chapter 15

The Group Shot

But then a couple of days before the afternoon and evening we had all set aside for the photographic session Katherine brought our personal activities to a sudden end. 'Just stay away between now and the shoot please darling. And make sure you get plenty of rest. I want you in peak condition, if you know what I mean.' she said in an unusually serious tone of voice.

She laughed when I suggested that continuing training would be a greater benefit, but as she was obviously determined, I reluctantly agreed, deciding to spend the time doing even more work on the by then nearly finished painting of her.

I had taken my original idea for the pose from the famous Goya painting of 'The Naked Maja', but using a photo-realistic technique and altering the angle of the figure so Katherine's adorable pussy was the viewer's centre of focus. And knew that just because of that if it had been for public display it would be immediately classified as being nothing more than soft porn. But I suppose in my mind, apart from being an attempt to capture both her loveliness and her strong sexuality, it was also an effective reversal of Katherine's normal role. Instead of seeing other people's naked bodies through her lens, it was her turn to be seen by others, even if that was only a limited, and very select few.

Blocking the bottom right hand corner was a dark, blurry shape that was still obviously the back of a man's head, and other than that, and part of one other very small object, the back-ground drapes and the lounge she was sitting on, there was just Katherine, virtually life-size.

She was semi reclining, a position that allowed me to paint the full, upcurving shape of her breasts, with one leg thrust straight out in front of her, its foot breaking through the frame of the picture. The other leg was bent at the knee, and tilted to one side so her pussy was completely exposed. Her eyes were open, looking straight down at the viewer, and as well as the invitingly expectant look I had managed to give them, her mouth was slightly open in a small but still seductively suggestive smile.

Because of my own particular fixation I had of course paid special attention to her hands. One arm followed the line of her outstretched leg, the hand lifted and the fingers in the act of beckoning the viewer forward to her. The other was draped along the side of the lounge, the hand and fingers curled, just as they would be if she was already holding and caressing a fully engorged penis.

I had known from the outset that one of my biggest problems would be capturing the colour of her hair and it had taken several re-workings to get it right. At first each time I tried to highlight its distinctive coppery auburn colour I lost too much of its depth of tone, but I finally cracked it and was genuinely pleased with the result. And that was particularly true of the way I thought I had been able to capture the less lustrous, but to me even more erotically stimulating, triangular mat of pubic hair.

When painting her pussy I had deliberately created some confusion or conflict in a careful viewer's mind, making the outer lips darkly swollen, poutingly open, glistening with a moist slickness. And above, just peeping from the hood, the pale pink tip of her clitoris. Had she already been made love to, and needed still more? Or was she so excited by the prospect that she'd been unable to control her body's reactions?

For background colour I had taken one of the darker tones I had used in painting her hair, subtly mirroring its shades and highlights in the fall of the folds. And the other, smaller object was just my idea of an in-joke. On the floor, tucked away behind one corner of the lounge, was just part of the strap and lens cover of a camera.

Bringing the painting close to completion successfully filled the days and nights we were spending apart, but although things were fine while I was concentrating on the work, whenever I stepped back to check, and saw her lying there, waiting for me, my enforced chasteness was tested to the limit. Many, many times I felt my cock stiffening as I stood looking at her, thinking about her, remembering the things she had done with me. And on several occasions the need grew so strong I was sorely tempted to reduce the aching pressure by simply masturbating right there in front of her.

But I somehow managed to restrain myself, both then, and later, in bed, using thoughts of the times we would soon have together as an incentive to suppress the urgency of what I was feeling.

Then the day of the shoot arrived and although I wasn't needed until mid-afternoon and there was still work to do on the painting, I found it impossible to concentrate. So, rather than risk spoiling something I had already done, I gave up and simply mooched around, doing odd mindless chores in the flat.

All I could think of was what was going to actually happen later. And I admit that in spite of the feelings I'd been coping with about Katherine, the idea of seeing both Kerrie, and much more importantly, Belinda, or as I knew I had to force myself to think of her, Lizzie, naked, was all too frequently the centre of those thoughts.

I'd had a late lunch and was tidying the kitchen when Katherine rang. 'Have you started yet?' I asked.

'Sort of, the girls are both here, they're just getting to know each other at the moment, while I finish setting up. There's another girl helping me, Debbie, she'll be doing the technical stuff Lizzie did last time, but staying strictly behind the cameras. How are you?'

'Fine darling, I've been missing you badly though, so I'll be glad when this is all over.' I said with feeling.

'I know what you mean, maybe enforced abstinence wasn't such a good idea after all. Never mind, just a few more hours now, and I know it's all going to be well worth it.'

'I certainly hope so. What time do you want me there?'

'Give us another hour or so please, there are some preliminary shots I want to do, and by then I think the girls should be in the mood for something a bit more serious.'

We had a few more brief words and then hung up, then I made myself some tea and sat flipping through a magazine before heading for the shower and starting to get ready for the main event.

Katherine had given me a key so I could let myself in without disturbing whatever was going on in the studio and I made my way through to there as quietly as possible. However, my caution was quite unnecessary because when I went in I found the four women standing together, chatting as they sipped glasses of wine.

'Ah, the man!' Katherine said when she saw me. 'Come and join us Craig, have a glass of wine, meet my sister, and the invaluable Debbie.'

Kerrie and Lizzie were wearing long robes, Kerrie's obviously made from something like hand painted silk, while Lizzie's was simply printed cotton. But although Kerrie was undoubtedly as attractive in the flesh as she had been in the photographs I had seen of her, even in the less attractive gown, it was Lizzie who my eyes kept returning to.

Although by comparison with many top class dancers, who in my view end up looking more like stick insects, Kerrie was obviously a woman. But, perhaps because I knew her sexual proclivities, to me there seemed to be a brittleness about her attractiveness, a sense that much of it would wash off in the shower. And for whatever other reasons Katherine had selected Debbie, it certainly wasn't for her looks. She was tall and the sort of person who manages to convey a sense of ungainliness, even without moving. With a face best described as plain. Someone who all her best friends would describe with faint praise, as having a beautiful personality.

So, with the light cotton robe clinging to various parts of the body beneath, and subtle make-up bringing out the features on her youthfully lovely face, of the three of them, it was Lizzie who won the attractiveness stakes, hands down.

'Should I get changed now?' I asked.

'No, have this, and let's get to know each other first.' Katherine replied, handing me a glass of wine.

I took a sip, and although there was something odd about the flavour I made no comment and did my best to join in the conversation that soon restarted. But I couldn't easily get past the unease I felt in that peculiar situation. There we were, chatting as though we had met at some cocktail party, when behind us was all the paraphernalia that reminded us we would soon all be rolling around stark naked.

Debbie too seemed to be having some difficulties, but perhaps for completely different reasons, constantly glancing anxiously around at the equipment, as though she expected to find it had suddenly developed a variety of faults.

But by the time I had finished the wine, and the top-up Katherine gave us all, I was feeling less tense and when she took my hand and led me away to change, I started to look forward to whatever was to follow,

'It's gone very well so far, even better than I hoped.' she said once we were out of ear-shot of the others. 'Kerrie tended to come on a bit too strong at first, I think she thought she was going to immediately have her way with Lizzie. But she calmed down after a bit. Lizzie looks great, doesn't she.'

'She certainly does, it's amazing what a touch of make-up can do. Well I think Debbie might need more than just a touch.' I added with a grin.

'Yes she missed out in the beauty stakes, but -'

'I know, she has a beautiful personality.' I interrupted.

She laughed. 'But she actually does Craig, but more importantly, she's a whiz with the techie stuff. After a few more years experience she'll be quite brilliant. But now, let's get you organised my darling.' she said as she pulled the curtain closed behind us.

'Have you been a good boy, kept your hands off yourself?' she asked, giving me a mischievous grin.

'With difficulty, yes.'

'Well I'll just have to make it up to you somehow, won't I.' she replied as she started to unbutton my shirt. 'Unlike last time we did this I'm not going to work through the night, I'll leave all that until tomorrow. So once we've finished and the girls have gone, we'll have all the time we need.'

That prospect alone was more than enough to rouse my interest, having her fingers trailing down over my chest once she had opened my shirt, provided extra stimulus, and I felt my cock responding. So when she then dropped to her knees and started unzipping my trousers I felt it almost instantly thickening, and by the time we had got everything off it was starting to look the way she wanted it to.

'Ah yes! That's what I like to see.' she whispered, smiling up at me. 'A good healthy response from dear Mr Reliable.' she added as she reached up to stroke it.

The cool touch of her fingers did the rest, and within a matter of seconds she could see that if she continued she would soon give me a full erection. 'Not just yet darling.' she said softly as she dropped her hands. 'We don't want to waste all that energy too quickly. Just slip these on please, then you can put a robe on.' she added, handing me a pair of silk boxer shorts before leaving to rejoin the others.

I heard her quickly organising them and when I went out I found both Lizzie and Kerrie waiting for me. They had removed their robes and although they weren't naked they might just as well have been, wearing only a matching pair of totally transparent slip-like things, Kerrie's knee-length, Lizzie's much shorter.

As I took off my robe both pairs of eyes dropped to my crotch and whilst Kerrie's face remained almost impassive, I saw a look of distinct interest appear on Lizzie's. That both calmed my understandable nervousness and gave me a much needed ego boost as I went across to join them.

Katherine took a series of shots of us dressed like that and although I could make little sense of their supposed context I did exactly as she asked. And, as from time to time Lizzie's fluttering fingers added to what the feel of the silk brushing against me was doing, I quickly developed and then maintained a reasonably healthy erection.

Once that set was finished Katherine moved us across to a bed she had set up on the far side of the studio and while she and Debbie made slight alterations to the lighting, asked the girls to strip.

Although the slips had really hidden nothing of their bodies, I found that just seeing them naked added to what I was already feeling, especially when I looked at Lizzie.

Kerrie was taller, her body made leaner by the rigours of her constant training. And although if there had been no others to compare them with I would have found her breasts tempting, on the small side, but beautifully shaped, with small, rosy-pink nipples, having Lizzie's alongside meant there was no choice to be made.

When I had seen her the previous time, in her leotard, I'd known her body would be quite lovely. Having had a better chance to see more of it during the preceding poses fully justified that opinion. But seeing her naked literally made my mouth water. She had a figure that would tempt even the most devoutly celibate. 

Perhaps in anticipation of my capacity to maintain and erection proving unreliable, the three of them had obviously planned and rehearsed most of the poses Katherine wanted. And although not exactly to numbers, and Katherine made minor adjustments as we progressed, they moved from one to another with assured confidence.

Although I knew that what I was watching was supposedly no more than play-acting, there was no mistaking the under-current of sexuality flowing between the two of them, especially that coming from Kerrie. She took every opportunity the various poses gave her to truly caress Lizzie's lithe body, and, from time to time to whisper softly to her. Whatever she was doing and saying obviously began to affect the younger girl, her stiffened nipples and slightly flushed face attesting to her gradual arousal.

Of course Katherine made no attempt to stop the subtle but all too obvious seduction that was going on, whatever happened between the two of them was their choice, and in the meantime Lizzie's response would just improve the realistic-ness of the final photographs.

Although in one part of my brain I wished it had been my hands and tongue that were doing what Kerrie's were, in another the vicarious excitement was having a quite predictable effect. Adding something extra to all that were the decorative masks Katherine had given us to wear. They were quite small, covering just the upper half of our faces, sufficient to conceal our identities without being visually, or physically intrusive. But in fact, even in reality I found they managed to add a hint of mystery to the girls, making what I was watching just that much more erotically stimulating.

So although my role in those early shots was merely to stand in the background, showing off the bulge in the silk shorts, it wasn't long before my full and straining erection was making that ostentatiously large.

While Katherine was giving us numerous words of encouragement, taking shots and directing traffic, so to speak, Debbie was moving almost ghost-like from one piece of equipment to another, adjusting cameras and lights with a quiet efficiency. So although I lost count of how many pictures Katherine took we got through that part of her programme remarkably quickly.

'OK, time for phase two now girls. Re-load all the cameras please Debbie, and Craig, you can slip your shorts off now.' she suddenly called out.

Even though I had already been standing around with an all too obvious erection for some time, and the shorts had actually done absolutely nothing to conceal it, I still found the act of taking them off slightly embarrassing. But I did so, then wasn't quite sure just what to do, just standing there with this quivering thing sticking up in front of me made me feel slightly ridiculous.

But Katherine's voice quickly took that away. 'Ah yes, the other star of the show finally makes his appearance! OK girls, you already know what to do, and I'll show you what I want Craig.' she added as she came and stood beside me.

'You look fantastic darling!' she whispered as her fingers slipped lightly up and down the length of the shaft. 'I just wish we were finished already.' she added, giving it a gentle squeeze before moving me around to the side of the bed.

Having given me a quick outline of the various poses she wanted, while continuing the light but very effective stroking, she returned to her cameras. From then on she just called out occasional instruction, most of the time leaving it up to the three of us to work out the details for ourselves. And given the somewhat weird circumstances, and especially the fact that none of us were professional models, we did that very well.

But the thing that really amazed me was my physical capacity.

Even allowing for the fact that Lizzie took every opportunity the various poses allowed her to give my cock or balls a few gentle caresses, I was surprised to find that I retained a full erection the whole time. Normally, though there was of course no 'normal' situation to compare with what was happening to me right then, there would have been times when it should have lost most, if not all of its stiffness. But although there were times when I could feel the quivering tension had risen even higher, all through the time it took to do what Katherine had asked us, it remained rock-hard.

When we had done all but the final, hopefully most dramatic few shots, I heard Katherine telling Debbie to get all the cameras re-loaded again. 'And just double-check the digital video please. 'I'll need that to capture the last few frames.' she added.

Unlike the previous period of time Katherine took a lot of care in getting us into precisely the right position for that series of photographs. Kerrie had to lie across the bed, her head extending beyond it so that Lizzie could position herself so her pussy was within reach of Kerrie's tongue. And because she could be like that for some time, Katherine placed a cushioned stool beside the bed to support her neck, making sure it was completely out of camera shot. Then, once the two were comfortably set, I moved in to stand alongside Lizzie.

The context of those few critical photographs was that Lizzie was torn between the pleasures the girl on the bed was giving her, and seeing the effect of what she was doing for me as she stroked my cock. And adding just that extra touch of overt lasciviousness to the foreground was the way Kerrie had spread her legs wide apart, and was busily fingering her own fully exposed pussy.

I knew what was expected of me, and after all the time I had spent holding down my reactions to Lizzie's intermittent caresses, as well as everything else that was going on around me, had no doubt I'd be able to perform for them. My balls were already tightly swollen from the semen that had been accumulating all that time, and when I glanced down I saw that just the feel of Lizzie's slender fingers curling around the already over-heated shaft had made several drops of pre-cum starting oozing from it.

Katherine didn't miss that either and I heard the whirring, clicking sound of various cameras immediately operating. But all that faded into an unimportant background when Lizzie, or Belinda, as I suddenly saw her again, looked up into my eyes, gave me a tender, understanding smile, and began stroking her hand back and forth.

Although I was somehow able to retain just enough physical control to hold the position Katherine needed me in, in every other sense I was lost to them all. The pressure I had until then been successfully holding down, suddenly rose with overwhelming force, forcing a deep, guttural grunt from me each time Belinda's hand pushed down the powerfully throbbing length.




Katherine Ch. 15-16



I felt her fingers tightening their grip, beginning to pump me much more determinedly, and had no idea, and really didn't care what the others were doing. All I was conscious of was the urgently rising need to relieve the unbearable pressure still building inside myself.

Then through the roaring pounding sound that seemed to be filling my head, I heard Belinda's whimpering cry as Kerrie's tongue brought on the start of her orgasm. But although I felt her body shuddering as the tremors grew stronger, her hand never missed a beat, rhythmically taking me ever closer to mine.

And even when I finally exploded a minute or two later, she retained sufficient presence of mind to direct the powerful jets where Katherine had obviously asked her to, upwards. But that time, because I was blinded by the sheer force of the onset of that unbelievably powerful climax, I didn't see the first two or three massive gouts actually erupting. All I was conscious of was the ecstatic, yet still excruciating pleasure-pain I got from each one.

It was only after that initial, totally blinding onset that I opened my eyes again, saw the mess those first few gobbets of semen had made when they struck, and then stuck to the under-side of Belinda's breasts, then saw the smaller, yet still remarkably strong spurts my jerking cock was still pumping out. Then saw the way Belinda's body was flexing as she struggled to hold her position while being gripped by her own orgasm. And heard the loud slurping noise Kerrie's mouth and tongue were making as she intensified her efforts to make that as memorable as she possibly could.

Belinda, or rather, Lizzie and I both needed a couple of minutes to recover, standing there, gasping for breath, our bodies shaking and trembling from the effects of what we had experienced. But once the cameras had fallen silent Kerrie pushed herself back from between Lizzie's legs, wiping the few drops of semen that had landed on her, and mumbling something about that being yet another reason why she preferred women to men.

Later, having washed ourselves down and slipped back into our robes, the five of us sat around, letting Katherine do most of the exuberant talking while we shared a bottle of wine.

But although I was pleased to hear the obvious excitement in her voice I was really too concerned about something else to pay too much attention to what she was saying. Although my cock had naturally subsided immediately after my climax it had not shrunk back to its normal, totally relaxed size. Instead it had remained at what's commonly known as 'half-mast', remained still thickly swollen. And although I had both Katherine and Lizzie close by me, neither were making any overt display of themselves, yet even as we sat there I had felt it re-stiffening. Then, as though my simply being conscious of it had provided another trigger, I felt the familiar strong pulses of blood enlarging and hardening it.

So, knowing the robe I was wearing would provide no real concealment for it, when Kerrie and Lizzie went off to change into their clothes, and Debbie and Katherine busied themselves with the various pieces of equipment, I continued sitting there, wondering just what had given me such unusual potency.

Even though Katherine had told me she was going to leave all the processing work until the following day, and she certainly did nothing impolite, I somehow sensed that she was unusually anxious to have the girls leave. And when they had gone I understood why.

As she returned from seeing them out she was starting to get undressed, tugging off her T-shirt and unfastening, then removing her bra, then unzipping her jeans. 'I need you to help me darling! Watching you perform has got me just too wound up. You don't mind, do you?'

'Far from it.' I replied, standing up and slipping the robe down off my shoulders.

'Oh shit! It worked! You look fantastic darling!' she gasped, struggling to get her jeans off. 'Come over to the bed.' she added as she dragged her panties down.

'What worked?' I said as I went across the studio.

'Tell you later. Lie down, let me kneel over you so you can suck me, please!'

I did as she'd asked, more than happy to do so, and even happier when she began slowly stroking my cock while I licked and sucked her always excitingly responsive pussy.

Although my cock was rock-hard and incredibly responsive to her touch, my reserves had been so depleted by the size of the previous orgasm that it took me ages to reach another. Not that either of us complained about that, it just gave us all that much more time to excite each other, and Katherine went through probably half a dozen or so before I erupted again. But when I eventually did it was with just as much force as before, only that time it all jetted straight down Katherine's vacuuming throat.

Later, when we were lying quietly side by side I remembered what she'd said, and asked her what she had meant when she'd said, 'it worked'.

She giggled. 'Sorry darling, but I cheated a bit, just as insurance. Because Kerrie's work schedule is so tight it was a bit difficult getting the girls together, and I didn't want to have to start again, I mean if you responded too quickly to what was happening. If you know what I mean. So I added something to your first glass of wine. Some soluble Viagra.'

'Viagra?'

'You're not angry at me, are you?' she asked anxiously.

I gave a low chuckle. 'Angry? No of course not. I remember thinking it had a slightly odd taste. But Viagra, well that's a new experience, and it certainly accounts for what happened afterwards.'

'What?'

'When we sitting around after we had finished, my erection came back. Well as you saw when I was finally able to stand up.'

'Yes you looked magnificent darling.' she said softly as she let the memory of that sight return. 'So you'd had it all the time we were sitting chatting.'

'For most of it. That's why I couldn't get up to say goodbye to them when they left.'

She giggled again. 'Poor thing, I'm sorry darling.'

'No need to be, we certainly got the benefit of it just now.' I replied, rolling over to kiss her again.

'I wonder how long the stuff lasts.' she whispered when we broke for air. 'Maybe we should conduct an experiment, for purely scientific reasons of course.' she added as her hand slid down between my legs.

We found that it worked just fine, or at least something did, and we had another, if anything even longer love-making session before we agreed we were both too tired to 'experiment' further, and then made our way slowly up to bed.




Chapter 16

Equal Partners

It was only the insistent ringing of the front door bell that finally woke us the following morning. 'Oh shit, that'll be Debbie!' Katherine said, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she scrambled out of bed. 'I asked her to come round and help me get started. Sorry lover, I'll have to dash.' she added, grabbing a robe and heading downstairs.

Guessing that once she'd let Debbie in she would head back up for the bath-room, I used that as excuse to roll over and get another half hour's sleep, then had a quick wash and left them to get on with what they were by then totally engrossed in.

It took Katherine a few weeks to prepare a final set of prints that she was totally satisfied were of a sufficiently high standard to be sent off to her overseas agent, and I used that time to virtually complete the painting of her. Like most works, its never actually finished, but I learned very early on that successful artists somehow know when the right time has come to stop fiddling with it. It's a very hard lesson for many to learn, but at some stage you just have to accept that the work is as good as you are able to get it.

However, although to my eye there were still a few flaws, when I looked at the work with what I hoped were somebody else's, I couldn't help feeling pleased with it. Certainly it was the best thing I had done to that stage, and I couldn't really ask for much more than that.

As before, when I stood back and just looked uncritically, it got me aroused. Katherine was there. Every beautiful part of her looked as lovely as it did in real life. Her hair, eyes, mouth, breasts and pussy, all seemed to be just waiting for my kiss, waiting and ready for my hands to reach out and touch, stroke and fondle them. And then of course there were her hands and fingers, just as lovely, and just as patiently waiting to reach out and do those same things for me.

Although it would still need to be varnished and then framed I was finally prepared to let Katherine see it, and having come to that decision just couldn't wait to see her reaction. And then, in a funny sort of way I found myself half hoping that she might either not like it, or at least not want it hanging in her own place, because that would mean I could keep it in mine.

But when I showed it to her a few days later she loved it, in fact she went into raptures about it, couldn't stop heaping praise on me, told me I was a genius. And then started making excuses to visit just so she could continue to see it while I was taking it through the final stages of its completion.

Not that we wasted the other opportunities those visits gave us, and there was one of them, over a week-end, that helped us to - depending on which way it's looked at - either; finally lay the ghosts of our separate but similar initial sexual experiences, or, cement the future of the physical aspects of our relationship.

It had been a couple of days since I had last seen her so I was even more thrilled than I might otherwise have been to get a phone call from her quite early on the Saturday morning. There was an unusual tone in her voice, a brittle edginess I hadn't heard before, but I ignored that when I heard why she said she had called. 'I've had it here Craig, well for a couple of days. My eyes are getting blurry from staring down into the light box and my head feels as though its stuffed full of chemicals. I really need a break, so do you think you could you put up with me for the week-end?'

Of course I said it was a silly question to ask, then told her that although I had to go out for a few groceries, as she already had my spare key she should come round whenever she was ready. 

As I wanted to be sure we had enough supplies to see us right through the week-end the shopping took a bit longer than usual and so I wasn't surprised to find that by the time I got back Katherine had already arrived. She had been standing in front of the painting but when she saw me struggling with all the shopping she came through to the kitchen to help me unpack it.

'It looks as though you've got enough to provision a small army.' she said.

'Quite a few things have run down in the last couple of weeks and I didn't want us to unnecessarily disturb whatever else might be happening by having to keep popping out for things.' I replied with a knowing grin.

She said nothing for a few moments but I could tell from the look on her face that she was considering something so I just carried on unpacking the groceries, until she said. 'It's best if I get this out of the way right now. I'm afraid we'll have to curtail some of our usual activities for a week or so.'

'What do you mean?' I asked, quite taken aback.

'It's just a small problem with my waterworks, it's not uncommon, and because unusually frequent sex often triggers it it's known as 'honeymoon itch'. It's nothing serious, just means I have to take some pills for a week or so, and while I'm on them we'll have to refrain from actual intercourse.'

Although the news made me both concerned for Katherine's well-being and disappointed about its implications it must have been the latter emotion she saw registering on my face because she quickly added. 'It doesn't mean we have to be totally celibate, well at least you don't Craig. And in a funny sort of way it gives me an opportunity to say a very special thank you for the wonderful painting, a sort of thank you that very few other people would probably understand, but which is really special to us.'

Of course I had no idea what she meant, and said so. 'We'll have a week-end during which we'll go back to where this all started, I'll do the things you've said you have always liked best. With these!' She explained with a mischievous smile as she lifted her hands in front of my face.

The penny dropped, her meaning was clear, but in case I hadn't fully understood her intentions, Katherine added. 'I intend to make sure that by Monday morning there's not one single drop of come left in your body.'

And she did exactly that, spending much of the next thirty-six hours licking, caressing, stroking and pumping my seemingly almost insatiable cock, and more often than I would have previously imagined possible either spraying or swallowing far more semen than I ever thought I had in me. 

Although the week-end became such a blurring haze of Katherine arousing me in various ways, followed by periods of intensely exciting stimulation and truly explosive climaxes that my memory finds it difficult to separate most of the orgasms from each other, there is one in particular that I'll never forget.

We had come out of the bed-room for some R&R, Katherine's definition of which was Refreshment and Recovery time, for me. Having made ourselves a sandwich and got something to drink we were sitting in the room I used as studio cum lounge room where the painting, which by then was all but finished, was angled across one corner of the room so the final touches I had made to it could dry evenly. Neither of us had bothered to dress ourselves, I was in an old bath-robe and Katherine was wearing a short, silk, kimono style wrap-around.

We ate without speaking for a little while, during which time I was happily still wallowing in the slowly fading echoes of the pleasure she'd given me a half an hour or so previously, then she broke the silence by asking me a semi-technical question about how I'd achieved a particular effect in her portrait. My explanation led to her making a comment about a similar problem in photography and we chatted about the comparisons and differences between the two crafts as we finished our sandwiches. Once we'd done so I took the plates and glasses out to the kitchen and when I returned she patted the cushion on the sofa beside her as she said. 'Sit here, next to me darling.'

I did as she'd asked and once settled she leaned close and as she glanced across at the painting, said. 'Tell me, while you were painting it, did you ever get aroused?'

'Sometimes.' I admitted. 'Though when I paint I'm usually concentrating on the particular section I'm working on, although I'm aware of the rest of it, its sort of distant. A bit like having tunnel vision I suppose. But there were times, many times actually, when it was though you were actually here, that it was your actual body I was painting. It's a bit hard to explain really, but during those times I nearly always got aroused, got an erection.'

'I think I understand darling. It's nice to know I could get to you even though I wasn't here in the flesh.' she added as she slid one hand across my stomach. 'And did you ever get yourself off, I mean get so excited you simply had to do something about it?'

I've no idea why the question affected me the way it did, stirring the memory of the times that had happened, and with them, the feelings of guilt I'd for some reason experienced. I paused a moment before answering and heard myself mumbling when I actually said. 'Yes, yes I did.'

'Good, I like the idea of you doing that.' she replied, her hand slipping slowly down along the top of one thigh. 'And did you come?'

I just nodded dumbly, but she still had finished with me and in an obviously excited whisper she added. 'And those times, did you get any messy splodges on the paint? I mean I know only too well how powerfully you can come when you're really wound up, were you both excited and close enough to end up shooting some up on it?'

I felt myself actually reddening with embarrassment as I answered that particular question. 'Yes, that too. I had to let it dry and then paint over it.' I admitted.

'Oh lovely!' she squealed with delight. 'You can show me the exact spot later. It'll be another of our little secrets. Then whenever I look at it I'll be able to think of your gorgeous cock spouting over me. Mmm, that'll be wonderful!' she whispered softly as I felt her fingers start to slowly slip down between my legs.

Just admitting to what I had done those times when the physical frustration of her absence had really got to me brought back some of the strength of feelings I'd experienced then, and that coupled with her enthusiastic response, plus the all too real feel of her fingers pressing down against me, re-fired the smouldering passion Katherine never failed to arouse in me. Even before the back of her hand grazed against it I was conscious of my cock slowly responding, and when it did, Katherine knew exactly what was happening.

'Aaah, hello again.' she whispered softly, moving her hand back and forth against it before pushing further up between my thighs, ignoring my thickening cock and simply slipping the tips of her fingers under my still limply dangling balls. 'I hope these have been busy in the last hour or so, I'm expecting lots more of that lovely creamy stuff from them in a little while.' she said as she stroked and then gently rolled each one in turn.

She continued doing that for a minute or two, then suddenly stopped, turned around to look back across the room behind her and said. 'Yes I like that! What you just said, about getting excited while doing the painting, has given me a terrific idea. Just get up for a moment, let me organise things a bit better.'

Of course I had absolutely no idea what was going through her head but if Katherine said she'd had a good idea, that was good enough for me. So I got up, then helped her push the sofa around to where she said she wanted it, angling it slightly obliquely towards the portrait, then watched while she pulled the three large flat cushions off it. She placed one of them down immediately in front of the sofa and the other two, on top of each other, just a short distance away from it. 'There that should do us nicely.' she said when she'd finished make slight adjustments to the position of everything.

Then she came around and stood close to me, reaching one hand up around my neck and pulling my head down as she tilted hers upwards so she could kiss me, and as she did so, passionately, I felt her other hand reaching between the folds of my bath-robe, felt her fingers lightly closing round my cock. I was still a long way from having an erection but what she'd been doing before and then watching her moving things around, the flimsy silk falling open to allow me several stirring glimpses of her body beneath it, had re-aroused it. So when her fingers began moving up and down they were augmenting what had already been happening and as an increasing volume of blood began coursing down into it I felt it start to weakly pulse.

My arms had automatically slid around her, one hand combing through the hair on the back of her head while the other cupped and gently squeezed her bottom, so for a while we just stood there, kissing and fondling each other, neither in any rush, just allowing the feelings and tension between us to slowly grow and simmer.

I found there was something deeply enjoyable about that unhurried arousal, the almost leisurely pace was giving my body all the more time to react and respond, a greater opportunity to flood my system with pleasure-giving compounds. In addition to the tactile pleasures her hands were giving me there was the sheer joy of that sense of close togetherness, the tingling scent of her filling my nostrils, and of course her always stirring kisses. So although it was inevitable that as the tension grew, so would my cock, but, as though my body had somehow signalled that this time there was no urgency at first it did so just little by little.




Katherine Ch. 15-16



But even so, working away at the back of my mind was the thought that Katherine had had an idea about doing something special for me. And even though I couldn't imagine what part moving the sofa and cushions could have in that, that thought, coupled with the knowledge of what she was capable of, was in itself more than enough to trigger a rising sense of anticipation. And that sense, plus what all my others were experiencing was more than enough to trigger a steadily increasing rate of response, and like in any other man, most of that showed itself in just one place, in my cock.

As we stood there, her soft fingers continuing to slowly caress me I felt the pulse in my cock gradually strengthening, then the shaft, at first almost imperceptibly, lengthening and thickening. When Katherine felt that reaction she slightly increased the pressure of her fingers, curling them around it just a little more firmly before starting to push the still loose folds of skin back and forth. Needless to say, once started the effect all too quickly escalated and it wasn't long before she was able to add to the sensations I was getting. At first she did that by pushing her other hand down between us, between us and up between my legs, and then also started rolling and gently squeezing my balls. But then she increased the pressure that was building inside me by slowly and gently rubbing the head of my stiffening cock up and down against the silky soft skin of her thigh. 

Although I'd really been enjoying the pleasures of our previous undemanding embrace, as always, the pure magic of Katherine's fingers worked their spell on me, well at least on my cock, and it took only a couple of minutes of that combination to have it once again strainingly erect. 

For what was either her own, sometimes hard to understand pleasure, or perhaps it was just to make sure that the pressure she'd raised wasn't suddenly going to drop again, but whatever her reasons, she kept me at that level for a little longer. But then, whatever her motivation had been, she stopped, moved back from me, and said. 'Right, let's get ourselves more comfortable darling.'

She had me sit down on the floor, well on the single cushion she'd put in front of the sofa, so I had it behind me to provide support, then splayed my legs wide apart and pushed the other two up between them. 'Mmm, it looks really impressive at that angle.' she said as she stared down at my vertically rearing cock. 'I must try a few pictures of you like that that one day.' she added as she stepped one foot on either side of my legs, then lowered herself down on to the cushions she'd positioned between them.

By then I was already gripped by two powerful emotions; the sexual tension she'd so skilfully created inside me, and the curiosity as to what she had in mind for us to do with it. And although the glimpse was brief, because her feet were spread so far apart, as she lowered herself down she gave me a third, a momentarily completely unobstructed view of her pussy. Of not only the neatly trimmed triangle of rich, bright coppery coloured hair, but also the sweet honey-pot of delights beneath it. So whether it was because of the physical tension she'd already built, or perhaps because she'd told me it was temporarily 'off-limits', but whichever, and as I said, although it was all too brief, at that moment I found the sight of it even more exciting than usual.

But then as she settled herself down on the cushions that stirring view was of course all but blocked off by the quiveringly swollen bulk of my cock. Once comfortable Katherine reached forward and pressed her hands lightly down against my thighs, and what she told me next finally let me know exactly what she'd been thinking, she said. 'Now, while I take care of your physical reality you can drift off while you recall and relive whatever ideas went through your head when you were painting.'

A quick glance up over her shoulder confirmed the practicality of what she'd said. She'd positioned the sofa so precisely that I could see the entire portrait, and seeing it from that angle for the very first time made me realise that it was an even more ideal position than the one from which I'd actually painted it. Until that precise moment I would have said I knew everything there was to know about the painting, could have given the intention behind every subtle shift of colour, every single brush stroke. But seeing it from there made her pose even more seductively erotic than I'd always previously found it, and in some ways it was almost as though I was in fact suddenly seeing it for the very first time.

Her eyes were looking straight down into mine and both they and the seductively suggestive half smile on her mouth carried much more than just a hint of the pleasures it had always promised. And below them, below the mouth-wateringly upcurving swell of her breasts, were what would provide that. One hand lifted, its fingers beckoning to me, the other resting, waiting, but already curled to the shape of the cock that she fully expected would soon be filling it.

And, as though offering me an alternative to the unimaginably intense thrills those hands were always ready to provide, was her pussy. With one leg thrust straight forward and the other bent, its knee pushed to one side, I had clear, totally unobstructed view of it. In my head I ignored the doubt and conflict I'd set out to create when originally painting it, choosing to believe its condition had been brought on by what she was seeing, me, or at least the fully aroused state of my cock. The outer, darkly swollen lips poutingly open, already glistening with the moist slickness the sight of it had stimulated. The inner, paler pink entrance also showing, and above them, just peeping from under its hood, the already excitedly swollen tip of her clitoris.

But, as entrancing and stirring as that part of her was, given the strength of my long held personal predilection it's not surprising that it was her hand that my gaze soon drifted back up to. And, as they refocused on those long, suggestively curled fingers I felt an electrifying bolt of pleasure shoot through me. It was as though those very same fingers were really closing around me, as though I could actually feel the cool, soft length of them gently encircling my quivering cock.

And of course I could, when she'd seen the look in my eyes changing as I began staring at the painting, Katherine had begun doing what she'd said she was going to - take care of my reality, by which of course she'd meant, my cock.

It had been Katherine's suggestion that while she did that I should allow myself to drift off, relive some of the thoughts and fantasies I'd had when I was doing the painting, and although the reality of just the lightest touch of her hands was so sublime I really didn't need to, I still did so.

Most of the thoughts I'd had while painting had been based on actual memories of the wonderful things Katherine had already done for me.

Memories such as those of the very first evening we'd met, at the art gallery, when she'd given me that totally unexpected and quite massive climax, in her kitchen. I could still hear the sound of her voice crying excitedly- 'Oh, that's five, no six tiles, a positively 'star' performer.' - as her hand continued pumping spurts of semen that added to the already large number of wet splotches on the tiled floor in front of me. Then, after I'd returned the favour by licking and sucking her to her own climax we'd made for her bed-room and spent the next hour or so totally draining each other.

Memories such as the first time we'd used the little present she'd brought back from her trip to Taiwan, the cock-ring. I don't think even Katherine expected it to have quite such a dramatic effect as it did, and she certainly couldn't have faked the hoarse catch in her voice and absolutely awed expression on her face when she saw how much bigger my cock got with it on. And because it had got so massively, almost grotesquely swollen and become so hyper-sensitive she'd spread some oil on her hands to help me last longer by reducing their friction, and that little trick had also worked wonders.

That was the first time we'd used the mirror to augment the intensity of what we were both experiencing, and it proved to be so effective that that first time she'd got so excited she'd had to finish me off in what she'd called 'the old-fashioned way', by simply fucking me. Other times she'd retained sufficient self-control to do what she really preferred to do, slowly masturbate me to what were always truly explosive climaxes.

Then there were the memories of the all the other times those hands had either thrilled and excited me, taking me to what I would have thought impossibly unbelievable heights of ecstasy, or had merely been the precursors to many other, more traditional, but still deeply satisfying ways of fulfilling each other's needs.

And of course sprinkled through all of those were also the memories of Katherine's reactions after she'd been watching what I'd allowed other hands to do for me, in the studio.

So I lay back, Katherine straddling my outstretched legs, her hands and fingers slowly working their very special brand of magic, and as I stared up at the erotically charged painting of her I let my mind wander through those memories.

The combination proved to be super-effective. Although most of the time my eyes were fixed on her portrait, every now and then I'd glance at either Katherine, or down at what her hands were doing to my cock, and both told their own story. By then I could read the various expressions on her face so well that I could tell just how excited she was getting from handling me, and even if I hadn't had any feeling in my body just the colour and size of my cock would have indicated just how proficiently she was doing that. But of course I did have feeling and even if for some perverse reason I had wanted to, the waves of exquisite pleasure that were coursing up through me would have been just too strong to ignore.

At some stage she must have remembered how successful the cock-ring had proved in delaying and intensifying my earlier climax because she used one hand to do something quite similar. While one set of fingers continued their thrilling stimulation the others took a firm grip around the base of the shaft, and although she couldn't constrict it as tightly as the metal ring had she still managed to create a very similar effect for me.

My head span from all the inputs that were flooding my brain; the images, the memories, the physical sensations. And making all those even stronger was the underlying knowledge that what Katherine was doing for me was a gift, she neither needed nor expected anything from me in return, just seeing my enjoyment and then the ultimate blissful satisfaction she would give me was to be all the reward she wanted.

As she always did, once she'd worked me up to the point where just a few more brief strokes would bring on my orgasm, she held me there. She knew perfectly well that by then my body would be screaming for release, every single muscle locked as taut as bow-string and the ache in my balls intensifying by the moment, but she still did no more than would be enough to maintain, perhaps even increase that feverish pressure she'd built inside me. And that time she seemed determined to hold me there even longer than usual, or maybe it was just that because of the state I was in it just seemed longer.

Then some time during those minutes of rapturous torture I felt my glazed and half closed eyes drawn back up to the portrait, saw that the look in the eyes there had become much more intense, the smile on the mouth tighter, the expression on her face far more expectant. And even as the meaning behind those changes registered I felt Katherine's hands shifting; the one gripping tight, released me, the other began slowly pumping.

I tore my eyes away from the staring portrait and looked down. In the brief moment of clarity that was still left to me I saw that the fingers that had held me in such a tight grip had begun briskly rubbing her clitoris. But then nothing mattered but the feelings that literally ripped through me.

The strength of them was so utterly overwhelming that I didn't even realise she had pumped the first load out of me until, through a haze of exquisite pleasure-pain, as though caught in slow motion, I saw a spout of semen shooting upwards, splashing messily across her face.

My entire body arched upwards, thrusting my wildly throbbing cock even higher, and then as I watched her hand thrust firmly downwards, it exploded again, semen fountaining from the gaping slit and spewing up across her chest and breasts.

The upper levels of my brain simply cut-out as the incredible rapture grew stronger and I slipped into a state of utterly blissful euphoria as she continued using those strong, slow, pumping actions to completely drain me, the separate peaks that must have accompanied each eruption merging and blending into one.

And that was how it all started. The flow-on of business from the two portfolios of erotica, of me and the group of the three of us, was phenomenal. Katherine even started getting more regular, purely commercial work from people who had seen one or other of the various strictly limited editions she sold. And although she kept demand for the more private work high by limiting the amount she did, from time to time I was called in to provide 'Mr Reliable' for a few shots.

Then, quite unbeknownst to me, she had a portrait agent round to see the painting I had done of her. He apparently liked what he saw and soon I was getting commissions from him for a variety of quite high profile people. Some of those were as odd as the private work Katherine was doing, usually coming from extremely successful business-men who wanted a painting similar to the one I had done of Katherine, of their mistress.

The agent and I made sure they paid extremely well for those, and it became quite usual for me to receive an offer of a more personal kind of payment from the sitter, which, as Katherine was keeping me more than fully sexually satisfied, I of course always politely refused.

Not too long after all that had swung into place Katherine and I realised there were too many synergies between what we did professionally to miss out on the commercial opportunities they gave us, so we went into a business partnership that proved just as successful as our personal one.

A year or so later, with money rolling in quite steadily we decided to save the time and inconvenience that was involved in shuttling back and forth between her place and mine, and bought a building we could convert to house both studios and an apartment above.

And that's where we are to this day, working together, and frequently downing tools to satisfy each other's somewhat unusual needs, enjoying a seemingly ever strengthening sex-life.

Kerrie and Lizzie made a go of it for a while, but either Kerrie's charms wore off, or Lizzie decided her sexual preferences were actually straight. Although she continued occasionally working and posing for Katherine she moved away a few months later and we lost track of her. But whenever the Degas print catches my eye I'm reminded of the other Belinda, and the exciting pleasures those slender white fingers gave me.

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Katherine Ch. 16



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CHAPTER 16: We enjoy Sandy in Katherine's office

Katherine told me over the phone that she would be out of town for the weekend for her parents' anniversary party. I told her I would drive her to the airport and stopped off at her office early. When I arrived, she was in the middle of giving an interview and I sat down to wait. Her secretary smiled at me and then went about her work. 

After several minutes the door opened and Katherine ushered out a young high school kid. "Steven, we'll be in touch by the middle of next week." she said with a smile to the young boy. He was a little shy but overwhelmed by Katherine's beauty. It wasn't hard to understand why. 

Remembering my last visit to her office, Katherine turned to her secretary and said, "No interruptions please. You can go when you're done and have a good weekend." The secretary nodded with a polite smile. 

Katherine held out her hands and ushered me into her office, closing the door behind her. She spun around and wrapping her arms around my neck kissed me deeply as she pressed her body firmly against mine. My hands caressed her back and then slid down over her firm asscheeks as I pulled her tightly to me and my cock rubbed against her moistening love nest. 

"Do we have time for a quickie?" she asked. 

I looked down at my watch and smiled at her. "For a quickie and then something special." I said. Katherine reached down for the buttons on her blouse and began to open it. 

"I said, 'only for a quickie'." I teased her. Katherine reached up under her skirt and slid her panties down and remembering my last visit, placed them in her purse. She was glad she'd remembered to wear the stockings I'd given her. She could feel the cool air swirl around her pubes as her loins began to juice. 

"I'm all yours." she smiled at me. "Where would you like me?" she teased. 

"Well, we don't want to mess up your clothes too much." I teased. Taking her hand, I led her to the front of the desk and sat her down on the edge. Pressing her shoulders back, I helped Katherine ease her body back until she lay flat on the desk. I raised her feet onto the two chairs in front of the desk and gazed down at her luscious body. Placing my hands on her knees, I slid her skirt up the length of her thighs. Katherine shuddered as she felt my fingers graze against the soft skin of her inner thighs. I lifted her skirt up around her waist and gazing down at her soft love bush, could see that her pubic hair already glistened with sexual excitement. I let my fingers tease her love nest and then I stepped back and retrieved my cock. 

Leaning over her body, I slid my ramrod between the soft folds of her wet pussy and was able to slide in with virtually no foreplay. She was unbelievably wet. Katherine gasped as my cock filled her aching pussy and I felt her powerful muscles clamp tightly around my cock, her face was filled with lust. 

I began to rock in and out of her sweet pussy as Katherine rotated her hips and squeezed my invading shaft. I leaned over her body and placing my hands on the desk top, kissed her deeply as my cock thrust deep into her loins. It did not take long for me to feel my balls begin to boil and I thrust deep into her beautiful body once again. Katherine's body was filled with lust and her breathing became heavy as the first of her orgasms rippled through her beautiful body. I continued to pump into her tightness as orgasms rippled through her body every few seconds. 

I knew that Sandy's office was at the other end of the building and that it would take her several minutes to arrive once I called her. 

"Call Sandy," I said as I brought my hands up to Katherine's breasts and began to tease her hard nipples through the soft material of her blouse. Katherine reached over and pressed the intercom as my pinching her nipples began to have an effect. 

"Sandy?" she called her voice filled with lust. 

"Yes." came the quick reply. 

"Come in here will you?" Katherine asked as I thrust deep into her body and she gasped, very aware of the lust in her voice.

"I was on my way out." Sandy said.

"He's here." she gasped as I thrust deep into Katherine's body and a powerful orgasm rippled through her loins. Katherine was out of control but trying desperately to maintain it. 

"I'm coming." was the response as she shut off the machine. 

"She's not the only one." I quipped as I thrust deep into Katherine's tight pussy and filled her beautiful body with hot cum. Her own body let go with a powerful orgasm as she felt my seed splash against the walls of her seething pussy. I continued to thrust into Katherine's gushing quim as she rocked her body back and forth to meet my every thrust. Slipping out of her body, I helped her up and quickly explained what I wanted her to do. I then went into the bathroom. 

There was a knock at the door and Sandy entered. She looked around for me but realized that this was part of the game. She looked up at Katherine and could see that her face was filled with sexual excitement and contentment. She was ready. 

"Over here." Katherine said pointing to the side of the couch. Sandy sat down on the edge of the arm and then Katherine pressed back on her shoulder and the dark haired beauty lay back until her shoulders rested on the seat cushion. Her full breasts filled her bra as her hips were raised over the sofa arm. She adjusted her hips slightly so her ass hung over the edge of the arm but her feet still could not quite reach the floor and they dangled in mid-air. 

Katherine lifted her foot over Sandy's head and placed it carefully on the seat cushion. Sandy looked up to Katherine's open thighs and could see her crotchless panties and the cum oozing out of her friend's tight pussy. Katherine's skirt hung over Sandy's face so that when she lowered her pussy to Sandy's eager mouth, her face was covered by the soft material. 

As she lowered her pussy to Sandy's lips, both women let out a deep moan. Katherine felt Sandy's tongue slip between the folds of her seething pussy and her friend tried to suck out all of the cum that filled her beautiful, young body. Sandy's tongue snaked in and out of Katherine's quivering pussy as she positioned herself above Sandy's hungry lips. When I heard the two young beauties moaning, I entered the room. 

Sandy's legs continued to flail about in the air as her skirt rode up on her firm thighs. I waited and watched as Katherine's face was filled with passion and she was very conscious of my watching her. When Sandy's skirt had finally worked its way up around her hips, I stepped forward and reaching under her skirt ripped her panties away. She screamed into Katherine's juicing quim and the results were instant. Katherine creamed again and then Sandy dove back into her pussy to drink all the sweet nectar she could reach. I looked down at Sandy's bare pussy and then smiled at Katherine as I reached down and grabbed Sandy's open thighs. 

Pulling her legs apart, I thrust my cock directly into the young beauty's tight pussy. I had no trouble sliding right in as her loins had been flooding ever since she got the call on the intercom. As I began to pump into her tight pussy, Sandy's legs were in a constant state of motion as her inner muscles tightened around my invading shaft. I placed my hands on the sofa arm and then leaning forward, kissed Katherine deeply as my cock continued to thrust into Sandy's tight pussy. 

Orgasms began to ripple through her body and with each new wave, her tongue thrust deeper into Katherine's pussy providing her with yet another orgasm. The two women continued to writhe in passion as I whaled into Sandy's tightness. As I felt my own cum beginning to boil, I nodded to Katherine and she lifted her pussy away from Sandy's hungry lips and sat back on her knees, her pussy still only inches away from Sandy's mouth. She watched in fascination as my cock slid in and out of her friend's body and looking at my face, she knew I was about to cum. 

Thrusting hard into Sandy's body, she too could feel my impending climax and she tightened her love muscles around my invading shaft. As I took my final thrust into her tight pussy, Katherine reached down to the hem of her skirt and lifted it so Sandy could see my face as my cock exploded in her pussy and her own juices let go to bathe my impaling cock. 

"Oh, my God!" she screamed in surprise and passion as her body was bathed with the sweet glow of her climax. She remembered me well and now regretted how she'd missed out on so many years of this kind of fucking. Her arms reached up for me and I bent over as she locked her arms around my neck. Her legs wrapped around my hips and as I lifted her, Katherine helped her up. Once I was standing, she relaxed her thighs a little and she slid down firmly onto my cock. 

"It's been too long." she quipped.

"And too little." I teased. She pressed her lips to mine and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth as her arms squeezed me tightly and her thighs held me firmly inside her body. My hands caressed her body and then reaching under her thighs, I pulled gently on them. 

Sandy released her ankles and stretched her legs down to the floor as her arms continued to hold on to my neck. Her feet did not quite reach the floor as she hung, impaled on my cock. Turning my body, I sat down on the arm of the sofa, where I had just fucked her beautiful body and Sandy spread her legs and bent her knees in an effort to keep my cock inside of her. She continued to kiss me as her hips ground against my still rigid cock. Finally, she lifted her body off of my cock. 

Katherine came to stand beside me as Sandy sank to her knees and lowered her lips to my cum-covered cock. Her fingers reached between my thighs and tickled my balls as her lips wrapped around the length of my shaft and she sucked and licked my rod. Smiling up at Katherine, she turned her body and wrapped her arms around my neck. Kissing me passionately, I caressed her firm breast through the soft silk of her blouse as Sandy continued to suck on my cock. 

Unfortunately, it was time to go. 

To be continued…

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Katherine Ch. 17



This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order. 

CHAPTER 17: Sandy gets to fulfill some fantasies

Once we were all properly dressed again, Sandy excused herself to get her things. Katherine picked up her bag and taking my arm, we walked out into the outer office. Sandy arrived and taking my other arm we walked out to the car. The short ride to the airport was uneventful except for Sandy wanting to burst with excitement. I smiled at her as Katherine stroked my thigh. 

As we got out of the car I helped Katherine with her bag. She reached up to kiss me good-bye and whispered in my ear. "Are you going to fuck her all weekend?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." I teased. "We have a lot of catching up to do." Katherine gave me a hurt look. 

"But I won't be the only one." I said. "I have something special in mind for her." Katherine got a knowing look in her eye. She knew how creative I could be. 

"Don't worry. When you get back, we'll take all of Sunday together just the two of us." I promised. "Unless of course, you want to invite Sandy to join us." Katherine smiled at me as she kissed me deeply and I felt her hand descend between our bodies and she caressed my cock. 

"I'll pick you up on Sunday at 11:00." I said as I turned to get back in the car. Katherine smiled as she turned to enter the airport, wondering what I was going to do to Sandy and what she was going to do for me when she got back. 

Once back in the car, Sandy slid close to me and placed her hand between my thighs. She looked up at me and said, "I've done some stupid things in my life but keeping you out of my pussy back then has got to be one of the dumbest." she confessed. 

"Yes it was." I taunted her as my arms slid down from her shoulder and reached into her open blouse to caress her firm breast. Her nipples were already hard but got even harder as my fingers closed around them. 

"Are you going to hold that against me?" she asked, her voice showing a bit too much eagerness. 

"The past was the past and the present is the present." I said. "But the truth is that you should be punished at least once for the hours of frustration and physical pain I went through when you let me bring you to a climax and then left me high and dry to go home with a case of blue balls." I said. 

"I think that at a time of my choosing, I will punish you for your inconsiderate behavior." I said. "It will be something you can look forward to and fantasize about." I added. "Let's not talk about it now. Instead let's enjoy each other to the fullest." Sandy was relieved and excited. 

"I have something special in mind for you tonight." I said. Sandy was excited as she caressed my cock while we drove. "We're going to a costume ball." I announced. 

"But how will I get a costume?" she asked. 

"All taken care of." I quipped. Sandy could already imagine what kind of costumes I might have her dress up in. I could see the excitement in her face but decided to keep a bit of mystery for her. 

"I want to protect your identity completely, so in addition to the costume you're going to get a complete makeover." 

"Why?" she asked. 

"I don't want anyone there to possibly recognize you now or in the future." I explained. Sandy's brain was going a mile a minute. She imagined herself in some leather restraint costume being paraded around in front of important business people. I had something like that in mind but not for this weekend. I had something more fun in mind. 

We arrived at a friend's beauty salon and he was waiting for us. Once inside I ushered her into John's private salon. 

"This is John and he knows what I want him to do. You will do exactly what he says and cooperate completely." I instructed. 

"Completely?" she asked with a note of teasing in her voice.

"Completely." I said. John moved her into the middle of the room and then surveyed her face and body. 

"This will be easy." he said to me. Then turning to Sandy, he smiled and said, "Strip." Sandy was a bit surprised by his directness but then looking at me she began to remove her clothes. John watched in fascination as the beautiful woman unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a sexy, lace bra. Her breasts were as full and firm as he'd imagined. Slipping the silky material off her shoulders, Sandy did a slow turn and then reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra. Her full breasts came into view and her nipples were already hardening. John smiled. 

Sandy reached down to her slender waist and unclipped the snap of her skirt. With a sexy rotation of her hips, we both watched as the soft material slid down over her hips to a puddle on the floor. She didn't have any panties left since I'd fucked her in the office and she stood before us in only her high heels. John noticed that though Sandy was a brunette most of her body hair was fine and light colored. Her pubic thatch however was dark. He made a mental note. 

John motioned Sandy to his chair and she eased her naked body into the salon chair. The coldness of the leather against her naked skin made her gasp as she sat down, laying her head back against the headrest. She did look good - very good. 

Tilting the chair back, John brought her head to the lip of the sink and began to rinse her long, dark hair with warm water. Sandy relished the feeling as she felt his strong hands stroke through her long tresses. He shampooed her hair several times and then began to apply dye to her hair. She was about to become a blonde. As he worked on her scalp, he told me that all the elements of her costume were at hand and that she'd be ready by 8:00. 

"Does that include collecting your fee?" I quipped. 

"It does." he joked back. Sandy knew who would be the payment.

As the dye began to work, John sat down on the edge of the chair and began to fondle Sandy's massive tits. Her head was hung back over the edge of the sink and her arms were limp at her sides. The angle of her throat and the fullness of her breasts made her look very sexy. John traced his hand down across her firm abdomen and then slid his fingers down between Sandy's open thighs. She lifted one leg to allow him greater access to her dripping pussy and he gently caressed her soft pubic thatch. John felt her hand slide up over his own thigh and begin to massage his cock and balls. He moaned in satisfaction as he slipped his finger between her swollen love petals and probed her tight pussy. Sandy moaned deeply as she felt her juices begin to flow. 

Slipping his fingers out of her tightness, he looked up at the clock. It was almost time to continue with the dye. His fingers stroked through her soft, pubic thatch again and the looking at its shape decided to shave most of it off, leaving only a small triangle that he would also lighten in color. 

John got up from the chair and came back with a comb and a scissors. Sandy was surprised by the feel of the comb running through her pussy hair but said nothing as she raised her knees and spread her thighs as wide open as she could. With her head still hanging back over the edge of the sink, she could not see what John was doing. She closed her eyes and just relished in the attention her sweet pussy was getting.

"I'm going to trim your bush." he announced and then she felt the coldness of the steel scissors as it touched her very warm skin. She sat absolutely still as John combed and cut the edges of her soft triangle. 

Coming up to the sink, he turned on the water and began to rinse the dye out of her hair. Satisfied with the color, he began to apply a softening cream rinse to her head and again she relished the way he touched her body, even if it was only her head. She slid her hand between his thighs and began to caress his cock and balls through his pants as he massaged her scalp. 

Sandy had no idea she had become a blonde and for the moment she had no way of finding out. All the mirrors in the room were covered. He tilted the chair back up and then coming around behind her, covered her head with a large towel and began to dry her hair. Her hair was still pretty dark but that was because it was still wet. He knew that it would be much lighter when dry. 

Combing her hair straight back over her shoulders, he began to braid her wet hair in a very tight braid. Sandy knew what that would do once it was dry. Her hair would have very tight waves in it and it would look very thick. She remembered briefly wearing it that way in junior high school. She realized she really would look different. 

John knew he had to wait for her hair to dry in the braid and looking at the clock decided to use a blow drier. Picking up the drier, he turned it on and began to dry her hair. Sandy felt the heat on her body and finally switching the blower to cool he directed the nozzle over her breasts and then down between her open thighs. Again Sandy spread her thighs open so that John could direct the flow of air directly at her pussy. Her body squirmed with sexual excitement. 

"Now to finish the job." he said as he picked up the comb and his electric clippers. Sandy heard the hum of the motor and then felt the vibration of the clippers as he trimmed the edges of her triangle. The vibrations were having a powerful effect on her body and John chuckled as she tried to keep still in the chair. Changing the tip on the clippers, he gave her a very close shave around her pussy as her body squirmed and her loins flooded. 

Putting the clippers down, he gazed down at her open pussy and realized that her bush was now light enough and thinned out enough to pass for a natural blonde. His fingers slipped down between her open thighs and he began to prod and probe her tight pussy.

"Is it time for payment?" she quipped as she felt her flow begin to really increase with his manipulation of her clit. 

"Yes." he smiled as he reached up to squeeze her firm tits. "That is for the first installment."

Sandy reached over and opened the front of John's pants and then slid them down over his hips. They fell to the floor. Reaching into his shorts, she retrieved his cock and then lowering one leg to the floor, turned her body and swallowed his cock. Her lips closed around the tip of his ramrod and her fingers closed around his balls as she sucked the length of his shaft into her mouth. John moaned deeply as she pumped her lips up and down his cock. With her expert tongue, it only took moments for him to feel his load starting to rise. 

He reached down and held her head firmly as she continued to suck on his manhood. Squeezing his balls ever so carefully, she flicked her tongue across the tip of his glans and his balls erupted, sending what seemed like gallons of cum into her mouth and down her throat as she fought to swallow all of it. Easing his grip on her head, Sandy slid her lips off of his cock and then kissed the tip of it. 

Coming back around the chair, he pressed her shoulder and she sat back in the chair again. Pulling on her long braid, he wound it up and pinned it to the top of her head. Then taking a plastic cap covered her hair completely. 

Helping Sandy out of the chair, he led her down the hall to a shower. She stepped in as he turned on the water and then joined her. He soaped her body and in particular washed her very wet pussy. He was very careful to arouse her but not let her cum. As they rinsed off, she began to caress herself to finally make herself cum after so much teasing. As she began to stroke herself, John grasped her wrist and looking down at her shook his head. Sandy realized that I wanted her horny and horny she was. 

After drying off, John led her down the hall to another room. There, laid out on a massage table, was her costume. She picked up some of the items and held them up to her body. 

"You're going to be a pirate." he said. "And a beautiful one at that." he smiled. Sandy nodded with a smile at his compliment. She noticed that there was a long skirt, a rather small top, high leather boots and a bandana. There was no underwear. She wasn't surprised. 

Picking up the skirt, she wrapped it around her hips and then snapped the waist clip. The skirt rode low on her hips, barely covering her bush and the crack of her beautiful ass. There as a long slit in the side and a few snaps that could be closed. She reached down to start closing the snaps when John interrupted her. 

"Just one." he said and she realized that the skirt was closed only to about 3 inches below her pussy. She felt scandalous if she were going out in public so nearly exposed. Next she picked up the top. It was made of soft cotton and was basically a tube top with short sleeves attached. It had a wide scoop neck and came to just below her massive breasts. It too had snaps in the front, one at the hem below her breasts and a few more going up the front between her huge tits. She slipped it around her body and then snapped the front closed. She could see that it was a size or two too small and the material stretched tightly over her huge tits, pressing them firmly together and deepening her already deep cleavage. She looked and could see that her nipples stood out hard against the red material. 

Taking the boots from John's hand, she sat down on the chair and slipped them on. There were zippers on the inside seam and a small gauntlet top that came up over the front of her knees. The bandana he draped over his own shoulder.

She looked good - very good. John led her back down the hall and sat her down in the chair. John set about putting on Sandy's make-up. He changed the color of her lipstick and also of her eye make-up, to colors more suitable to her new hair color. Removing the plastic cap from her head, he once again ran the blow drier over her almost dry hair. Then, lowering her braid, he unraveled it and the proceeded to comb it out. Her hair looked wild as it had all these tight waves in it. Brushing her hair back, he pulled it tight into a ponytail of sorts. The hair close to her head was pulled tight against her scalp but from the rubber band back it stood out like a bush. She really did look quite different than she had when she'd arrived. 

Taking the bandana from his shoulder, he placed it over her head and she realized that it had two eyeholes and fit down over the top half of her face. Pulling the edges back, he tied the ends together below her ponytail so that her hair flared out wildly behind her mask. 

"Now for a few last touches to protect your identity." he said. From the counter he brought over a tray and picked up a small bottle of glue. He was going to apply some fake birthmarks. She got one on the cheek near her ear, one on her neck and a rather unusual one on the top of her left breast. Each was dark and drew attention to her beauty. Just then they both heard the front door open and John helped Sandy out of the chair.

"I think he'll be pleased." John said as he led Sandy down the hall. I drank in Sandy's beauty as she entered the waiting room. She still didn't know exactly what she looked like. She could see that I too was dressed like a pirate captain. 

I approached her and gazed down at her body. She stood silently as I appraised her. "Splendid." I said as I walked around her body. The slit on her skirt was pulled to the side and taking hold of the waistband, I slid it around a bit so that the slit was over her thigh and the clip holding the slit closed was only inches from her naked pussy. Sandy wasn't surprised. 

Next I stood in front of her and looked down at her huge tits. They were magnificent. Reaching up to the short sleeves of her blouse, I pulled them down her arms so that the tops of the sleeves were even with the tops of her breasts. Then taking hold of the bottom of the halter, I pulled the whole thing a bit lower so that the tops of her breasts were exposed almost down to her nipples. I smiled down at her as I pinched her nipples gently through the soft material. I picked up a belt with a sword and scabbard and handed it to her. She wrapped it around her slender waist and it hung loosely over her hip. Now she looked the part.

"Ready to see yourself?" I asked. Sandy nodded in eager anticipation. I nodded to John and he brought out a full length mirror. Sandy gasped as she saw herself. She was strikingly beautiful and couldn't believe how good and how different she looked.  

"Blonde?" she asked in astonishment. 

"I want you to look as different as possible." I said. "Besides, you'll be back to brunette by Sunday morning."

Sandy smiled at me and hooking her arm around mine reached up and kissed me. 

"Ready?" I asked.

"For anything." she replied. I smiled at John and we left. 

The masquerade ball was at the new youth center in town and the effort was to raise funds for the programs of the center. The theme was "The Sea" and we were certainly dressed for the part. Sandy was excited that I was taking her out to show her off. I'd done some work with the center before and liked what they provided for the kids. 

As we entered, all eyes came to settle on Sandy. Her huge breasts filled her tight top and her nipples were clearly visible through the soft material as it stretched across her fabulous tits. The long slit in her skirt did not go unnoticed either as we moved through the room. Since it was a masquerade, people did not introduce themselves and that helped to protect Sandy's identity.

"You will dance with anyone who asks you and you will allow them to touch your body freely as they choose." I instructed. Sandy nodded. 

As the evening went on, we danced and drank and I made conversation with some of the guests who I recognized or who recognized me. All took special care to survey Sandy's luscious body and smile at me knowingly while she wasn't looking. I also watched the reactions of some of the youth members, who were serving as waiters and busboys and were dressed like deck hands from the days of sailing ships. They were overwhelmed and could not keep their eyes off of her. 

Sandy relished the attention and the scandal of her outfit as she danced on the floor. Every time she turned her body, her skirt flared out and her entire thigh was visible just up to her naked pussy. Many of the men asked her to dance and she did not resist when they tried to grind their bodies against hers. She smiled up at them and pressed her full chest firmly against them. 

My attention was drawn to a particular kid who was working as a bus boy. He was a nice kid but terribly shy and very self-conscious about women. He was tall and thin and though about 17, I was sure he had never had much experience with women. I called him over. 

"Steven, I have something I want you to do for me." I said. 

"What's that?" he asked. 

"At about 11:00 I want you to meet me in the back gym." I said. 

"What for?" he asked.

"You'll see." I said as Sandy returned from the dance floor. "When you arrive you are to be absolutely quiet." I instructed. The boy nodded and then turned towards Sandy and drank in her beauty. I could see him reach into his pants pockets to readjust his growing cock as he imagined what it might be like to touch Sandy's luscious body. 

At about a quarter to 11:00 I took Sandy by the hand and led her back into the gym area of the center. 

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"You're about to fulfill some fantasies." I taunted.

"Whose?" she teased.

"Your own among others." I said as I opened the door to the gym. Ushering her inside, she could see that there was a lot of sports and gymnastics equipment against the wall. In the center of the room were two weight lifting benches set end to end and two others set alongside them on either side. 

"You are not to speak a word and you will do whatever you are asked. And when it's all over you go out that way. It's completely private." I instructed. Sandy nodded. "Take off the sword." I said and Sandy removed the belt and handed it to me. "Over there." I said nodding in the direction of the center bench. 




Katherine Ch. 17



Sandy straddled the bench and as she sat down, the front of her skirt opened wide. Her pussy was still covered but only barely. I had her slide back until she was able to lean against the raised section of the weight bench. Her thighs were parted and slightly raised. The bench was narrow and her beautiful, ass barely rested on the padded seat. I then had her pull her skirt out from under her naked ass and pull it up under the small of her back. She gasped as she felt the cold leather against her naked pussy and then as she lay back, the bunched up skirt pressed against her bare waist and made her back arch slightly. She looked magnificent.

I removed my coat and sword and was dressed now only in navy pants with the button flap in the front and a shirt. I stepped over Sandy's legs and straddled the bench. My crotch was even with her face and she brought her hands up and began to stroke the front of my pants. Taking hold of the top corner of the front panel, she pulled on it and was amazed to see that the buttons all opened one after the other as the flap fell open. Stepping up to her face, she opened her mouth and I slid my cock between her hungry lips. 

As I pumped into her sweet mouth, Sandy moaned and raising one hand along the inside of my thigh began to squeeze my balls as she sucked feverishly on my cock. Her other hand descended down between her own thighs as she began to caress her oozing pussy. She raised one leg up onto the bench and eased her fingers through the slit of her skirt and began to stroke her drenched pussy. 

When Steven entered the room he was speechless as he looked at the scene before him. Remembering my instructions, he remained absolutely silent. Immediately he recognized Sandy by her costume. He could see her hand buried between her thighs even though the material draped over her leg still hid her pussy from his view. Her huge tits were framed by my thighs as I straddled her upper body. He realized that my cock was probably deep in her mouth given the position and the movements of my hips. He drank in the scene as his own hands reached down to the front of his pants and he began to stroke his cock. 

Sandy was unaware of Steven's presence and sucked on me with wild abandon. Her moans grew louder and louder as she caressed her aching pussy and tried to make me cum in her hungry mouth. As I wrapped my hands around her head, Sandy knew it would only be moments before I filled her mouth with my hot seed. She was ready for it and letting go of her own pussy brought both hands around to squeeze my ass and pull me further into her mouth. I let out a loud gasp and felt my balls explode, sending buckets of cum down her throat. Steven watched as Sandy's throat muscles contracted as she tried to swallow my load. 

I eased my grip on Sandy's head and she continued to suck on my cock as she slid her head up and down the length of my shaft. Steven had gotten a bit bolder and had moved around to see my cock as it actually slid in and out of Sandy's sweet lips. He was overwhelmed. 

I stepped back and my cock slid from between Sandy's soft lips. As she slipped my cock back into my pants she noticed that the boy was standing there watching her, astonished by what he'd seen. She flushed with embarrassment, realizing that he had just been watching the whole thing. Then realizing that this was all planned, she quickly regained her composure.

"This is Steven. You are to be each other's fantasy tonight." I said as I stepped back over her body. Sandy understood but Steven didn't seem to. 

"I watched you as you looked at this beautiful woman tonight." I said to him. "It was very clear to me that you were having fantasies about her as you looked at her. Well, she has fantasies too. Hers are about introducing young men to the pleasures of sex and of a woman's body, especially ones who haven't yet enjoyed the pleasures of a woman. So I thought that you could both enjoy each other tonight." I explained. 

"She will do anything you ask of her and a few things you can't even imagine." I continued. The boy stood transfixed and Sandy realized she would have to take the lead. Her leg was already raised on the bench and so she turned her body to face the boy. She smiled at him and motioned him forward. He stood transfixed as he gazed down at her tits and her raised thigh. I put my hand on his shoulder and nudged him forward. I left the room and went into the coach's office. It had a large window that looked out on the gym and the shades were open and Sandy could see me as I watched her through the window.

As Steven approached Sandy, she reached out and positioned him in front of her. She turned to face him and put her leg down. Reaching up to his tunic, she opened his shirt and then taking hold of his stretch pants pulled them down to his knees. His cock stood straight out at attention and she grasped it firmly with her hand. The boy felt like he'd died and gone to heaven as she smiled up at him and then leaning forward, kissed the tip of his young cock. He just about came right then and there. 

Carefully Sandy began to tease the tip of his cock with her tongue and then with her full lips. She felt his hands wrap around her head and she slid his cock all the way into her mouth. He let out a deep moan as he felt her tongue snake around his ramrod and felt the powerful suction she made as she sucked on his manhood.

This was definitely a first for him and she knew he would shoot his load in an instant. She tried to control the speed of the action but as he grasped her head, she knew that she would not be able to. Holding her head tightly, he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth and Sandy decided to make his pleasure as great as possible even if it was going to be brief. She sucked hard on his cock and then reaching up to his balls, squeezed them ever so slightly as she flicked her tongue across his glans and felt his cock erupt in her mouth. The boy let out a scream as his cum shot into her eager mouth and he came for the first time without his own hand. Sandy continued to suck on his spent cock as he eased his grip on her head. When he finally let her go, she slid his shaft out of her mouth and then kissed the tip of it.

Standing up, she took his hand and motioned him to sit down on the weight bench facing her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and bending over, smiled at him as her huge chest danced in front of his eyes. She then knelt in front of him and removed his pants and shorts. Holding his hand, she turned him so that he straddled the bench, facing the raised section where she'd sat before. Sandy stepped up onto the bench and sat down on the top of the raised section. There was a small space between the two padded sections of the weight bench where the bars of the frame were exposed. Sandy slid the heels of her boots over the exposed bars and then slid her body down as she squatted in front of the still stunned boy. Her body was almost upright as her knees were bent and her thighs spread wide apart. Her skirt was still draped over her open thigh and barely covered her naked pussy. Her huge tits were even with the young boy's face. He sat motionless.

Lifting her hands to her breasts, she began to caress herself as the boy watched in fascination. He watched as her nipples got even harder under the soft material. Finally she reached out and took his hands in hers. As she pulled gently, he slid his body forward until he was directly in front of her open body. His eyes drank in her beauty and burned into her huge tits. He looked at her nipples as they were so clearly visible as they pressed against the soft material. He saw the birthmark on the top of her breast and it burned into his memory. She pressed his hands firmly to her breasts and he felt the firmness of her titflesh as she squeezed his hands hard against her tits. Nervously, he rubbed her tits as she let out a soft moan. She smiled at him and he got a little bolder. His touch was clumsy but Sandy moaned in pleasure anyway. 

Slowly he began to squeeze her magnificent breasts and pinch her hardening nipples through her top. Finally she guided his finger into her deep cleavage and helped him open one of the two snaps that held the blouse in place. She peeled the top open a little more and he could see her entire cleavage but seemed afraid to open her top completely. Sandy reached down and unsnapped the final clasp and then peeled the front of her top open. His eyes burned into her naked titflesh as he gazed at her magnificent chest. 

His fingers closed around her hard nipples and a deep moan escaped her lips. Steven had never touched a woman's nipple and he was fascinated by the way they felt and how they responded to being touched. But then aren't we all. Sandy reached out and touched his face. She then held his head firmly and pulled his mouth to her naked breast. He kissed her hard nipple and she practically smothered the poor kid with her tits as she tried to force her entire breast into his mouth. 

Quickly he got the message and began to suck on her tits. She guided him with her hands and cued him with her moans as he sucked on her nipples. Sandy was becoming overwhelmed by the situation and wanted more. She smothered the young boy with her tits as he sucked and nibbled on her titflesh. 

Finally she eased her grip on his head and he pulled back from her tits. She took his hand and placed it on her open thigh. He felt the firmness of her soft skin but did not move his hand. Carefully, she guided his fingers to the clasp on her thigh and helped him to open it. She then slid his hand under her skirt and guided it to the entrance to her tight and totally drenched pussy. He felt the heat that emanated from her loins and as his fingers touched her soft skin, he felt the moistness of her flow as she moaned deeply. With her other hand, she opened the second clasp and her skirt fell open, completely exposing her naked pussy to his view. Sandy squatted in front of him completely naked except for her boots and her mask. He gazed down in disbelief that this was all happening to him and she smiled at him as she slid his fingers across her swollen labia. 

Steven began to rub her pussy and Sandy moaned deeply as she felt his caresses. He rubbed his fingers across her drenched labia and then felt them part as his finger slid into her tight pussy. Sandy moaned and then, as his palm grazed her clit, she gasped and he could feel her insides flood with hot cum. He watched as her body writhed and her hands began to caress her own breasts as he rubbed her seething pussy. 

He continued to caress her open pussy until she reached out and pulled his face back to her firm tits. He sucked on her nipples as he continued to probe her tight pussy with his fingers. Grasping his head tightly, she began to press down and he realized that she was pushing his face in the direction of her oozing quim. The aroma of her pussy was intoxicating as he lowered his head and slid back on the bench. Sandy guided his lips to her pussy and moaned loudly every time his tongue touched her clit. 

She lifted her body slightly and then lowering her feet to the floor, slid towards him and then lay back flat on the bench. She lifted her feet onto the two benches on either side of the one she was on and then spread her thighs wide open for his pleasure. She again guided his lips to her open pussy and his tongue licked the sweet nectar that oozed from her open loins. Sandy's legs shook and her chest heaved as he licked her pubes. 

His oral caresses lacked skill but they felt good and Sandy relished the idea that she was his first. That more than made up for any lack of technique. The boy did his best to satisfy her and paid attention to her moans and when she would squeeze him tightly to her body. He was learning. 

Grasping his head, she lifted his face away from her pussy and then pulled gently and he realized she wanted him to slide up on top of her. With her legs raised and open, it was not hard for Steven to inch his way forward until his chest pressed against her naked breasts and his cock brushed across the drenched lips of her pussy. He felt her grind her hips against the tip of his cock and then as he hesitated, she whispered "Please" into his ear. 

Assured that it was okay, he relaxed as he felt her hand slide between their bodies and grasping his ramrod, guide it between the wet folds of her engorged labia. He moaned deeply as his cock slid into the tight wetness of her pussy. He was ramrod hard and she relished the feeling of him in her oozing quim. 

Slowly the boy began to rock in and out of her luscious body as he felt her inner muscles begin to work their magic on his virgin shaft. She didn't want him to cum too quickly so she carefully controlled their fucking. As he pumped harder into her body, she brought her legs up over his, in an effort to slow him down. He got the idea. But it was hard for him because she felt so very good inside. 

Sandy placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him up. As he sat up, his cock remained firmly implanted in her tight pussy and he looked down at her magnificent body. He sat still as she raised her hips and ground her pussy against his cock. The sensations were exquisite for both of them. She held up her arms and he helped her to sit up. With her legs already over his, she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted herself up a little and then let her tight, wet pussy slide down the length of his shaft as her huge tits mashed against his face. Taking hold of his hair, she pulled his head back and then kissed him deeply, almost sucking his tongue out of his mouth. She ground her hips against his and her inner muscles massaged his cock.

Now she pressed his shoulders back and he lay back on the bench. Lowering her feet to the floor, she placed her hands on either side of his head and dangling her huge tits over his face, proceeded to pump her pussy up and down on his shaft. He watched in fascination as this magnificent woman impaled herself over and over on his raging cock as her huge tits bounced in rhythm above his face. Sandy ground her hips against him, rotating her ass seductively and bringing them both tremendous pleasure. She could see in his face that he would not be able to hold out much longer and so she wildly began to ride his cock until she felt his muscles contract and he shot his load deep into her grasping pussy. 

The sensation of his cum splashing against her insides brought an immediate response. Her own body let go with buckets of cum and she gasped loudly with pleasure and then collapsed onto his body. Her huge tits mashed against his chest as her tight pussy continued to spasm and give him additional pleasure. 

Totally spent, she lay panting across his body as he relished the enormous pleasure of his first fuck. Sandy also was lost in the pleasure of knowing she'd just broken in another young man. As his cock softened, it slid out of her pussy and she moaned her disappointment. Then slowly she slid herself down his body and then lowered her lips to his cock and sucked it into her hungry mouth. He moaned loudly as her lips and tongue bathed his spent shaft. He was fascinated by the scene of this beautiful, naked woman bent over his cock as she sucked and licked his spent shaft. This picture would be indelibly etched in his memory and all other future women would have to measure up against her. 

Lifting her head, she saw me standing at the door to the coach's office. The window shades were drawn and I was smiling at her. She lifted herself off the bench and smiling down at the boy said, "Merci," as she picked up her skirt and top and hurried out of the room. I closed the door behind us and immediately turned her to face me as we stood in the darkness. 

The boy lay dazed on the bench when there was a knock at the door. Steven quickly grabbed his pants and pulled them up over his spent cock. Fortunately, he had not been wearing shoes, so he was able to get to the door quickly and open it. 

"Come on," said the boy at the door. "They've been looking for you all over the place." Steven looked back for a moment and then closed the door and left. 

As Sandy turned to face me, her face filled with sexual satisfaction. She felt wonderful and was pleased that I had furnished her with one of her real fantasies. She had no idea that it wasn't over yet.

"You were very good with the boy." I complimented her. "Inspiring actually." I added. "You put on quite a show." 

I ushered Sandy back into the gym. 

"Do you want me?" she asked as she stood naked before me.

"Yes." I said with a smile. "But I have a few more things in mind. Go into the locker room and wash yourself out - thoroughly. There is a douche kit in there for you."

Sandy headed for the locker room as I prepared for the rest of the evening.

To be continued...

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Katherine Ch. 18



This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order. 

CHAPTER 18 Sandy asks to be punished

On our way back from dropping Katherine at the airport Sandy and I talked in the car. She asked me if I planned to punish her for her misdeeds in are earlier relationship. I told her I had a few things in mind. She seemed excited. 

"Like what?" she asked as she slid her hand down between my thighs as we drove. Her talented fingers felt wonderful as she stroked my cock. 

"Well, that may depend on what you think you can take," I said as I put my arm around her shoulder and let my hand slide down into her open top and caress her magnificent breast.

"I hope that I don't get Katherine in trouble but you know she's told me everything about what you've done together." She confided. 

"Anything in particular catch your interest?" I asked. I felt her nipple harden under my palm as I caressed her firm breast. There was a long silence. 

"Actually, what Katherine told me about S and how you punished her breasts sounded very...exciting." Sandy confessed. 

"Would you like to have your breasts punished?" I asked as I pinched her taut nipple and she gasped. 

"Well, you know that I like things rough..." she confessed. 

"Have you ever had your breasts punished?" I asked as I continued to pinch and pull on her very aroused nipple. 

"Actually, I've had my breasts pinched and bitten pretty hard and to be honest, it really turned me on," Sandy confided. 

"Mmm," I moaned thoughtfully as I moved my hand to her other breast and began to pinch her other nipple. Sandy's stroking of my cock became more animated. I remained quiet for awhile as I pinched and pulled on her taut nipples and she stroked my cock as we drove. 

"You realize that if I punish you, I will be the one to decide what I will do to your body and for how long." I said. "You will have no say in the matter." 

"Yes," she said softly. 

"You would agree to having your breasts punished?" I asked. Sandy nodded. "That would mean bound and beaten." I continued. 

"Yes," she said softly as she squeezed my cock in her hand. 

How about if I want to punish you ass and your pussy?" I suggested as I continued to toy with her magnificent breasts. 

"Yes," she said softly, her voice choking a bit as she tried to utter the word. 

I kissed her on the forehead as I eased my grip on her taut nipple. 

"May I make a request?" she whispered softly. 

"What?" I asked. 

"Can I request that whatever you do to me that it leave no permanent marks?" she asked. 

"Agreed," I said as I pinched her nipple gently. 

"Agreed," she said as she slid away from me on the seat and then turning her body she opened my zipper and leaning over, sucked my cock into her warm and talented mouth. 

That was earlier. Now it was time to put my plan into play. 

While she was in the showers, I checked to see that the party was over and that most of the guests had left the building. Sandy returned from the locker room wearing a towel around her luscious body.

"Come stand over here," I instructed as the almost naked beauty came to stand where I indicated. "You asked me earlier today about punishment. It is now time," I said. I watched as she paled. "Put your hands behind your head," I instructed and Sandy raised her arms and placed them behind her head. As she did so, the towel pulled higher on her body and now it barely covered her naked pussy. I walked up to her and kissed the top of her magnificent breast. I felt her body shudder. 

"Do you know what 'blue balls' are?" I asked as I lifted my face from her deep cleavage.

"I've heard of them, but don't really know what they are," she confessed. 

"Then let me tell you. When a man gets sexually excited by a woman, especially when touching her body and anticipating having sex with her, his penis becomes erect and his balls begin to amass semen and the pressure in his balls becomes very powerful. When he ejaculates the pressure is relieved and the pleasure is exquisite. But if, for some reason, he is not able to climax then the pressure remains and the experience is exceedingly painful," I explained. "Guys usually call the condition 'blue balls'."

Sandy quickly realized just what I was talking about. She knew that this described her entire relationship with me. She would get me excited and then rub her pussy against my sheathed cock until she climaxed and then back off, leaving me with a severe case of 'blue balls' each time. 

I started to walk around the trembling beauty as she stood before me. Her head turned to follow me as I surveyed her magnificent body. She was tall, with an inspiring figure. Her breasts were a bit large for her body, her waist slender, her hips flared nicely and her legs were long and shapely. She had shoulder length, dark hair that now was a wiry blonde and a truly beautiful face. She watched me closely, hoping for some clue as to what awaited her. 

"Keep your eyes forward," I snapped and she quickly turned her head back to face the office. I continued to circle her trembling body and then reached up and ripped the towel from around her body. Sandy gasped as she stood naked before me. 

I want you to understand what is going to happen now," I began. "I am going to punish you, physically, emotionally and sexually." Sandy paled. "I am going to take my pleasure in your beautiful body and I am going to try and make it as non-pleasurable as possible for you; in fact, as painful as possible." Sandy swallowed hard. “You can still back out if you like,” I said softly. 

“No,” she said softly, the words choking in her throat. Perhaps it was a combination of the pain she craved and the guilt of so many nights of pain that she’d caused me with ‘blue balls’.

“You’re sure?” I asked. Sandy nodded. 

"Getting back to 'blue balls', you should know that the pain remains for hours after the experience. So now, I am going to try to make this experience not only a painful one and a humiliating one, but also one where the pain and discomfort will linger for hours if not days. I remember my promise not to leave any permanent marks on your body.

"Do you agree to the punishment I have in mind?" I asked. Sandy swallowed hard and then nodded. 

"I want to hear your answer," I said. 

"Yes," she whispered, barely able to get the word out.

"Now you will follow my instructions explicitly and without hesitation because if you don't, I will only add to your punishment in some very exotic ways." I explained. 

"Do you work out?" I asked. 

"Sometimes," she responded, her voice betraying her fear. 

"Good, then let's start with some nice stretches. I want your beautiful body limber and flexible,” I suggested. I sat down and watched as the naked beauty put herself through a series of stretches that accentuated the fullness of her amazing body. I felt my cock begin to stir as I watched her move. I was going to enjoy every moment of this and Sandy was, hopefully going to enjoy at least part of it.

“Do you feel loose?” I asked as I watched her move into a wide split on the gym mat. 

“Yes,” she answered. 

“Good, how about some jumping jacks," I said. Sandy paled slightly as she realized what she would look like as she did the jumping jacks naked. "Well?" I said and the naked beauty began to perform the exercise. 

As her body began to move, her huge breasts began to bounce wildly on her chest. She now realized the importance of an exercise bra as never before. I pulled up a stool and sat down a few feet in front of her bouncing body. 

"Keep going," I encouraged her as her massive breasts continued to bounce wildly and began to hurt. She tried to reach down to protect her huge breasts but I just glared at her and she went back to the exercise. I could see the pain in her face as she bounced before me and her breasts moved wildly on her chest. 

"How does it feel?" I asked as the naked beauty continued to exercise before me. 

"It hurts," she gasped between bounces. 

"Good, it will probably hurt for hours," I said with a smile as I walked around her body as she continued to do the painful exercises. 

"Can I stop, please?" she begged as I came around in front of her once again. 

"Not just yet," I said softly and she continued to grimace in pain as her huge breasts bounced wildly every time her feet touched the floor. Tears were forming in her eyes as she continued to do her exercise for my pleasure. I waited a bit longer until the tears began to run down over her smooth cheek and then I said, "OK, enough for now." 

Sandy sighed with relief as she stopped and reached up to her pain-wracked breasts. As she caressed them, she thought about what I'd just said. The 'for now' part of the statement worried her. 

"Do they hurt?" I asked as she cradled her breasts. 

"Yes," she replied, her voice showing her pain. 

"Good, I hope that they will hurt for a few hours at least," I said as I reached up and pulled her hands from her tortured breasts. Pressing her hands behind her back, her shoulders were drawn back and her huge, panting breasts were thrust forward. I pulled her body close to mine and she stepped between my legs as I leaned against the stool. 

“Had enough?” I asked. Sandy shook her head. “Are you sure?” I asked. 

“Yes,” she whispered. 

“Hands behind your head,” I ordered and the naked beauty lifted her arms and interlocked her fingers behind her head. Her magnificent breasts were raised up as she stood before me. Bending my head forward, I bit her erect nipple and sucked it into my mouth. Sandy gasped as she felt my mouth tease her aching breast. She wanted to break away from me but knew that doing so would only lead her to more and more painful punishments. Holding her body close to mine, I sucked her taut nipple into my mouth and began to bite and tease her tender nubbin. I could feel her body shudder as I teased her nipple. I then released it and went after her other nipple. Moving back and forth, I bit and sucked her tender nubbins and felt her body quiver in my arms. 

Sandy couldn't believe the pain in her chest as my teeth bit into her tender flesh. She’d forgotten what it felt like to have someone really chew on her nipples. She liked the pain but it was greater than she remembered from her previous encounters with nipple chewers. The outer pain on her skin and the inner pain from the jumping jacks combined to make her feel very aroused while in a lot of pain. 

Suddenly, I slid my mouth over her hard nubbin and sucking it gently into my mouth, licked the top with my tongue and then kissed her nipple. A deep shudder ran through her naked body. I released my grip on her wrists and then kissed her other nipple. 

"Turn around," I instructed and Sandy turned her body away from me. My hands came up to her arms and then slid to her wrists, gently pulling her arms behind her. I picked up a set of handcuffs and closed them snugly around her slender wrists. Now she was really terrified. She knew that now she was really helpless as she stood naked before me. 

"Kneel," I said and the naked beauty bent her knee and tried to kneel without falling over. I watched as her beautiful body descended before me. Leaning forward on the stool, I slid my fingers under her thick, blonde hair and pulled her hair back off of her shoulders. Then separating it into three strands, I began to braid her hair. Sandy knelt nervously as I played with her hair. I then reached over and picked up a thick rubber band and closed it around the end of her braid. Then taking a long leather strand, I slid the end through the weave of her braid. Sandy was trying to figure out just what I was doing.

Placing my hands on her soft shoulders, I could feel her body trembling. My hands slid down over the tops of her breasts and then I pinched her taut nipples between my fingers. I gently squeezed and twisted her hard nubbins as her body squirmed before me. Her nipples were unbelievably hard as I teased them. 

"Time to punish you," I said as I released her nipples and stood up. Sandy knelt nervously as I walked around her kneeling body. I picked up a leather lash with several wide leather strips and shook it out. "This is going to hurt but it won't leave any permanent marks," I said as I raised the whip and brought it down across her protruding breasts. Sandy screamed as much in surprise as pain as the leather strips landed on her naked breasts. Her body bucked as angry red stripes cut across the creamy whiteness of her magnificent breasts. 

"Sit back up," I barked as Sandy tried to straighten her body with her hands bound behind her. I waited as she struggled to control her movements and once again knelt before me. Raising the lash once again, I brought it down across the tops of her naked tits. Again she screamed as the lash cut across her tender flesh. 

Walking around her kneeling body, I swung the whip in a wide arc and brought it down across the fronts of her huge tits and her aching nipples. Sandy screamed as she felt the leather cut into her tortured flesh. Her body buckled at the waist as her ass lowered onto her ankles and she bent her body forward. 

"Sit up," I barked and the naked beauty slowly returned to the position I wanted her in. I looked down at her body as her huge tits were a deep shade of pink and rose quickly with each deep breath. 

"Only a few more for now," I said softly as I brought the whip back across her naked breasts once again. Sandy clenched all of her muscles in an effort to not collapse as the leather once again cut into her naked breasts. Moving in front of her, I swung the lash backhanded and again hit her hard across her breasts. Before she could recuperate from the last hit, I swung the lash once more and hit her right across her nipples. Sandy screamed as her body buckled once again. 

I walked to the side of her body and grabbing hold of her braid, pulled her body up straight once again. I looked down at her creamy white breasts and the angry, red marks that covered them. I pulled her braid back until her head lay across the seat of the stool. Her beaten breasts were thrust forward as her back arched gracefully. I leaned over her and with the lash wrapped around my wrist and dangling over her body, I leaned forward sucked her beaten nipple into my mouth. As I sucked on her aching nipple, I could feel her body shaking as the ends of the lash dangled down the front of her body and tickled the soft fur that adorned her drenched pussy. 

Stepping to the side of her bound body, my hands came down and one arm slid under her back and lifted her body up onto the stool. Her head dropped back as her beaten tits rode on top of her chest. Her ass hung free in the air as her long legs splayed out before me. Her bound arms lowered slightly on either side of the stool, holding her body in place. Her pendulous breasts were drawn in the direction of her face as her head hung back, revealing the soft undersides of her massive tits. Raising the lash again, I brought it down across her stretched abdomen. Sandy screamed as her head thrust upward. I hit her across her tits once again, hitting hard against the tender flesh of her lower breasts and then systematically went to work on her bound body. 

Sandy felt the lash move across her body as it ran from her beaten breasts down to the tops of her open thighs. She was terrified that I would begin to beat her pussy but I purposely only hit her across her hips for the moment. 

Laying the lash across her body, I let the ends dangle down between her barely open thighs. I stepped up to her body and rubbed the front of my pants across her soft, tear-stained cheeks. She could feel the hardness of my cock as my hands came down to her beaten breasts. 

"Time for a little pleasure," I teased as I let go of her breast and opened the front of my pants. I pulled my ramrod out and rubbed the tip across her soft cheek. Sandy had never consented to suck on my cock back during the time we dated. The precum that oozed from the tip smeared across the softness of her skin. Sandy's eyes were riveted to the tip of my cock as the tip slid softly across the fullness of her soft lips. Sandy eagerly opened her mouth and I slid the tip of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. As Sandy felt my hands on her beaten tits, she sucked my cock into her mouth. Straddling her head, I began to slide my cock deep into her throat as my hands squeezed and twisted her beaten titflesh. The last thing Sandy wanted to do was disappoint me. She sucked me deep into her talented mouth as her tongue pleasured my cock. She was an amazing cocksucker. 

Holding her beaten tits firmly in my hands, I pulled on them as I thrust my ramrod deep into her mouth. I could feel the head move past her tonsils and actually see her throat expand as my cock moved into her throat. The bound beauty sucked hard as I skull-fucked her bound body. Her breasts ached as my hands squeezed her beaten flesh and pulled on her pained titflesh. It didn't take long for me to feel my load begin to boil as I thrust deep into her throat. Sandy could feel my body tense as she prepared to swallow what she anticipated would be a gigantic load of sperm. She wouldn't be disappointed. 

My grip on her beaten titflesh tightened as I thrust deep into her mouth and with a loud grunt, my cock exploded in her talented mouth. Sandy could feel the power of my load as what felt like gallons of cum filled her mouth. She gulped and swallowed as she tried to swallow all of my cum. I watched as her huge tits rose and fell and her throat muscles contracted as she tried to keep from drowning in cum. What a sight.

When my cock finished unloading in her mouth, I leaned forward, forcing the full length of my cock into her throat. I reached down to her panting titflesh and pinching her beaten nipples, I pulled up on them, stretching her aching tits to the limit. Moving my hands in wide circles, I stretched her tits and shook them violently, banging them together as the bound woman whimpered in pain. Then suddenly, I dropped her tits and slid my cock out of her mouth and tucked it back into my pants. Sandy lay silently across the stool as she tried to recuperate from my punishment of her body. 

I picked up the whip and walked around her body. I traced my fingers across the tautness of her abdomen and then let my fingers slide down through the soft curls of her pubic thatch. Sandy's thighs opened slightly as I teased her dripping pussy. I could see her erect clitoris standing up between her engorged pussy lips and teased around it with my fingers. Her body shuddered as I teased her. Bending over her body, I sucked her beaten nipple into my mouth as she gasped. Sucking hard on her nipple, I let my hand wander down across her taut abdomen and slide down between her open thighs. Sandy spread her legs wider apart as my fingers slid between her drenched labia and probed deep into her gushing pussy. I could not believe how wet she was, her juices oozing out of her drenched pussy and dripping down her thigh. Biting down on her tortured nipple, I sucked hard as my fingers began to explore the wetness of her pussy. I could feel her body squirm under me as my mouth tortured her beaten nipple and my hand began to abuse her oozing quim. 

Switching to her other nipple, I continued to abuse her magnificent chest. I moved my mouth back and forth between her beaten nipples as I sucked and chewed on her aching nubbins. As her body squirmed beneath me, my fingers thrust in and out of her dripping pussy. I could hear her squealing in pain as I abused her beautiful, bound body. 

Biting her nipple one last time, I released her breast and stood up over the tortured beauty. Stepping in front of her body, I reached down to her massive tits and wrapping my fingers around them, I pulled her body forward until she screamed and the stool tipped forward. Her body slid back down onto her knees and I pulled on her titflesh until her body was erect once again. 




Katherine Ch. 18



I gazed down at her massive tits and they were a dark red from their recent abuse. Reaching around her head, I cupped the back of her head and pulled her face to the crotch of my pants. She closed her eyes as I rubbed her cheek across the massive lump in the front of my pants. 

Taking hold of the whip once again, I stepped to the side and brought my arm back. Turning towards the bound beauty, I let the lash fly and the leather once again cut hard across her magnificent breasts. Sandy screamed as the lash cut into her soft flesh. Before she could recover from that blow another cut right across her aching nipples and her body buckled in pain as she collapsed before me. 

"Sit up!" I screamed and Sandy tried to lift her body back up. I watched as she tried to balance her body with her arms bound behind her. Every movement caused her huge, beaten breasts to jiggle before my eyes. It was a wonderful sight. 

"How are you holding up?" I asked as I gazed down at the trembling beauty. She nodded silently, afraid that if she spoke her voice would give away her fear. 

Moving the stool around in front of her body I sat down with my thighs framing her bound body. Reaching down to her beaten breasts, I pinched her taut nipples and pulled up until the trembling beauty rose up on her knees. I smiled at her. From my pocket I pulled a leather cuff about an inch wide with metal rings on it. Sliding it under her massive breast, I pulled up on it and then inserted the leather tip into the buckle. Slowly I began to tighten the cuff until it pinched the tender skin of her breast and caused the meaty part to bulge out. The leather was hard and the edges felt sharp. Sandy gasped as she felt the pressure on her beaten titflesh. I held her breast away from her body by her tortured nipple and pressed the leather cuff back against her ribs. I then closed the buckle. Then taking another cuff from my pocket, I bound her other breast. Sandy winced as she felt the hard edge of the leather cut into her beaten flesh. She looked down as her huge tits stuck out obscenely in front of her body. 

Sandy could feel the tightness of the cuffs on her tits and the pressure as blood flow was restricted. My hands came down to her massive tits and I began to caress them. Sandy whimpered as she felt my fingers squeeze her aching titflesh. Her breasts were getting very hard from the restricted blood flow and they were beginning to fall asleep. 

Letting go of her bound tits, she sighed with relief as I stood up and moved the stool to the side. Standing beside her body, I gazed down at her bound wrists and her huge tits as they stood straight out from her body. I stepped behind her and then placing my hands on her soft shoulders, I pushed her body forward. With her arms bound behind her, it was hard for her to maintain her balance and her body teetered as she fought for balance. I watched her as her beautiful, bound body tried to remain upright. She realized that if she lost her balance she was going to fall forward and with her arms bound behind her, she would land and land hard on her bound breasts. 

I walked behind her as she struggled for balance, her face etched with fear. I watched her thighs quiver as she tightened her powerful thigh muscles but she was losing the battle. I watched as her body inched over and then she fell forward. I heard her scream as her huge tits hit the floor and the leather straps cut deep into her tender titflesh. Sandy couldn't believe the pain in her chest. I reached down and grabbed her braid and then pulling up, lifted her upper body off of the floor. She screamed in pain. 

"Does that hurt?" I taunted her. 

"Yes," she cried. "Please let me down," she begged. 

"OK," I replied and dropped her. Again she landed hard on her bound breasts and screamed in pain as her body crushed her massive tits to the floor. 

"Spread your legs," I instructed and the bound beauty slowly spread her thighs for me. She was truly terrified at what I might do to her with pussy wide open. 

Her body lay face down on the floor below me. Sandy turned her head to the side and lay her tear-stained cheek on the wooden floor. She was in real pain but relieved that her beaten titflesh was now hidden from my view and any punishment I might want to inflict on her. But the tightness of the leather straps were restricting the bloodflow to her huge breasts and they were starting to lose feeling. 

Walking around her body, I slipped my foot between her knees. As I pressed against the inside of her leg, Sandy slid her legs further apart. I gazed down at her magnificent ass as I slid my foot up between her open thighs and rubbed her drenched pussy lips with the toe of my boot. I watched as her body squirmed on the floor below me and her movements rolled her massive tits on the floor. I raised my foot slightly and pressed the toe of my shoe between her sculptured asscheeks and teased her puckered asshole. Sandy cringed. 

I left the naked beauty lying on the floor with her tits tightly bound, her arms cuffed behind her back and her legs spread wide apart. I sat down on the bench and gazed at my captive beauty. Sandy lay quietly on the floor as her body ached from the abuse she'd just endured. I watched her as her body periodically shook with fear and sexual anticipation. 

After resting for a few minutes, I stepped between her legs and knelt down.