3 comments/ 16456 views/ 3 favorites My Experience By: jailbate ((As I implied with the title, this is a true story. There is no sex here just a little recount of a, rather traumatic, event in my life. It's highly personal to me but I've been feeling the need to write about it for a long time. This short chapter may serve as a prologue to later stories that are fictional fantasies I've had about the situation. However this particular chapter is entirely true. Please be mindful of that if you make comments as they do pertain to my own life)) An ominous red "1" loomed over my inbox. I knew who it was from without having to look and trepidation made my heart speed and fingers shake. It's not as if he's here, I tell myself, it's not as if he can see me. But still, I look behind me and around my room. The paranoia was nothing new these days – I was starting to actually fear for my mental health it was so regular. Often I found myself searching about my rooms for hidden cameras or the eyes I was so sure drilled into my back. I knew deep down it was an entirely unreasonable feeling but still, could not help the sense of being watched. I clicked the inbox symbol, my heart stuttering in a familiar panic. A message appeared, titled "The Suit" and my eyes read through it with anxious speed: 'You rush home from another mundane day at school. I'm waiting in your room, sitting on the bed with your collar and leash in my hand. As soon as you walk through the front door you know what to do: Drop your bag, take off all your clothes, and crawl on your hands and knees all the way up to your bedroom door. You take a deep breath before pushing the door open. Your heart jumps a beat when you see me sitting there in my three piece suit. I gesture towards the spot right in front of me. Obediently, you crawl to my feet and try not to make eye contract. I pull on your head extending your neck so it's long and sticking straight out. The cold leather of the collar sends chills up your spine as I tighten it around your throat. This is so wrong but it feels so right. You know you shouldn't but you know you need to. There, on your knees, exposed and collared, is the truest essence of your being. I am like oxygen to you. Without me you wouldn't be alive. Without me you have no reason to live.' I reread the message a few times, scarcely breathing. This man, whom I haven't spoken to in months, has finally resurfaced. A part of me had wondered if he would ever try to talk to me again after what happened last time. It was Marching Band season, as lame as that sounds. There were around seventy students in my high school's marching band that season and like with each season, we had instructors; staff members who helped us learn drill and how to play our music. Most often these staff members were younger – majority college age. This man in particular, whom we will call John for this retelling, was not one of the four younger staff members but rather the assistant to the band director at age twenty-seven. Ten years my senior, I'd never even given him a second thought – not until about two thirds of the way into the season when I started receiving anonymous messages on my blog. They were highly flattering and always so kind – and like any normal reaction, I continued to ask this anon who he was and why he wouldn't tell me. After much haggling, he finally explained himself. My first course in action upon finding out it was John was to call one of my best friends. Both equally shocked and partly horrified we talked hysterically for an hour about it all. In the end, we decided to keep it secret – mostly because a part of me wanted to see where it would go. John and I talked throughout the marching season – I found he liked kinkier things when it came to sex. He would ask if I wouldn't mind wearing a collar for him and so on; I was terrified with how much the idea of wearing a collar and being spanked excited me. I wasn't abstinent, of course, and had had sex with a few different people but never once had tried BDSM. I knew it turned me on whenever I watched porn or read erotic romance – but always thought of bondage as freak stuff. How could I like something like that? Anyway, our interactions escalated and, frankly, scared me to the point of telling the band director. I was never entirely sure what the band director was thinking when I told him – John was his best friend and the shock was prominent in his features. Besides that though, I was never and still am never sure if he hated me for not taking care of the situation myself or if he was disgusted, and so on. John was told to stop contacting me and when he didn't, he was told again, and when he didn't for the third time, the police became involved. John, who'd always been so kind to me – and deep down I knew he was a harmless man – was arrested and fired from his position. The anxiety from this lasted throughout the next few months and even up until now – always worrying about what I'd done, feeling horribly guilty. He'd been engaged and perhaps I'd ruined his marriage (which is still on in present day). He'd likely lost friends, lost respect, and lost his part time job with the band. It was my entire fault. I could have dealt with it myself – could have told him to firmly stop. Whenever I, myself, had told him to quit contacting me, it had always been evasive with the unsaid "but" at the end. Because secretly, though I knew it was wrong, I wanted him to continue. I still do. And now, many months after I'd gotten him arrested, he was contacting me again. The messages confused me – I wanted him to stop, wanted to tell someone, but then I also found them highly exciting. I'd tried bondage with my boyfriend only a few weeks ago and the experience had been great – but there was only so much I could get from a high school boy. My inner desires craved someone more controlling, more rough. I wanted what John offered. My Experience on the Nuptial Night Hi Friends... I am Sumi... I thank you all for the tremendous response and the excellent praise for the two real-life encounters already posted by me. A majority of those who praised me have requested me to tell vividly about my first night experience. Though I first thought it to be very personal, and did not want to share this with my readers, because of the overwhelming demand through the mails that I have been receiving of late, I am pleased to post it for your reading pleasure, friends. Do please drop me a mail if you liked it! On the nuptial night, after making all the ceremonious rites, we were asked to enter the room; first he entered alone, and after getting the 'aashirvad' from my parents and parents, I entered the room with a silver pot containing some flavoured milk, as was the custom in typical south-Indian families. The door was bolted from outside, and by way of abundant caution, I bolted it from inside too! I reached the decorated cot and just stood there looking down and blushing... my hubby, though we had met and talked many times before, and have even gone outing quite a few times, looked at me as if he were seeing me for the first time, and slowly got up and places his shoulders on my shoulders... I placed the milk pot on the bed stand and I slowly bent down and touched his feet (again, as was the custom); he gently raised me and touched my face and kissed gently on my cheek and made me sit on the cot. Once seated, he started kissing my eyes and told me that he had been waiting for such an occasion since the day one we had met! We were just looking at each other; he took my hands and covered them with his hands and pulled me closer to him. I did feel very shy, but he re-assured me that he would be very gentle, and if I felt so tired, we could just talk for some time and retire to bed... to which I smiled and asked if he was really that tired to sleep. He winked and with a naughty smile said that he would be damn tired after some time, and asked me whether I got his point. I just nodded my head up and down, and stretched my arms to fetch the milk pot from the bed stand and poured the contents in a silver glass and gave it to him. He took that glass from me and came near me, brushing his thighs against mine, (we were dressed in silk clothes) and took a sip of milk from it, came near me, bent down and took my face in his hands, gently kissed my lips and poured the milk into my mouth... and asked me to gulp it. I went berserk though it was not the first kiss I got from him... he had kissed me quite a few times, after our engagement, whenever we were alone either at home or whenever we went out in his car. But, this first kiss after getting married, did do wonders which I cannot put in words. Even after a gap of about four years, the moment I think of the first night, I become so excited and I wish, we had such an occasion every night for years to come. I drank the milk and again, he repeated the act, and asked me to drink it again. After I did, he asked me to take a sip from the glass, and reciprocated the act, which I readily obliged... and it was the first kiss that I prompted from my side! It felt so wonderful... and while slowly transferring the liquid, I felt his hands gently hugging me around my shoulders and I slowly moved in to enjoy his touch. He was in a 'dhoti' and I was in a 'saree' and we were just hugging each other, without parting our lips, and just sucking on each other's lips... and I felt his tongue trying to enter my mouth, parting my lips... and I allowed him to... while sucking on his tongue, I felt his hands trying to slip under the 'pallu' of the saree to feel my hips, and breasts... I moved a little to give him some space so that he might easily slip in his hands... and I tried to hug him tight... His lips slowly traced a wet line on my cheeks, travelled down to my chin, and then to my neck, and licked my neck for some time, enjoying the sweet fragrance (emanating because of the special precautions taken by me for the event), and his hands were busy massaging my breasts and smooth buttocks... without removing any piece of our clothing. I just remained passive, my eyes kept tightly shut, simply enjoying the pleasure of his touch and pressure... and a gentle escaped my mouth... He looked up and asked me to open my eyes... and suggested that we should strip each other... I was waiting for his orders... and though I was excited and nervous, I was too eager to comply with his suggestion and simply expressed my acceptance. I was trembling with excitement, and eager as this was the first time I am going to expose my body, (even my mother had not seen me without any clothes, whenever I requested for her help to shampoo my hair or rub my back at the time of bathing - I would hide my body in a towel, or at least there would be my bras and panties) completely surrender to a man, and would be seeing a nude male, all live! Things that we used to discuss among friends when we were in college kept on ringing in the back of my mind... and I just could not hide my nervousness and excitement. My hubby (I would like to address him Navneet) slowly removed the saree off my shoulders, and let it fall down and the portion which was inserted into the petticoat was pulled off and he took it off entirely from my body. I was standing before him in my petticoat, and my blouse. He gently whistled, and hugged me once again, and I could feel something bulging between his legs... (believe me, I have never felt it before... he had never insisted in exploring our privates whenever we went outing... we would simply kiss for a few seconds!) He asked me to hug him tightly... and remove his dhoti and shirt too... I was more than willing to do it, but as advised by my mom, I acted that I was a bit reluctant and made him persuade me in going ahead, and I gently tugged at his dhoti, and started unbuttoning his shirt... and remove it off his body. His dhoti fell at his feet, and he was standing before me in his briefs, just sporting an obviously big bulge. He pulled the string of the petticoat and untied it so that another hurdle is also removed. Off went my blouse too, leaving me standing in my lacy bra and panties! He took me in his arms and held me close to him. My breasts pressed into his chest. His chest massaged my breasts. I began to get turned on heavily. Suddenly I noticed that I have pressed my pubic bone against his thigh, and I hadn't even noticed when I did it! Navneet's hand found its way all the way around my back, under my arms and pressed against the edge of my breasts. His other hand began to work its way to my ass. 'Aththan (my love),' I said firmly. He moved the hand away from my ass, but didn't move the one near my breast. Again I felt his hardness and my pubic bone pressed against his thigh. I felt wet between my legs. My head was against his and I was breathing harder on his ear. He holds me tighter and our bodies seem to melt together. He then put his arm around me and kissed me again. I kissed him back. We lay back on the bed. He untied the snap of my bra and pushes it aside. His hand slid inside my bra cups and caressed my breasts. He squeezed it gently. We both started to breathe deeper. He played with my nipple. I haven't felt this much like a woman in years! He pulled the bra down over my shoulders, exposing my milk white breasts. He looked at my breasts and I can tell he liked what he saw. My heart began to race. Breathing was difficult. I am lying on a bed showing my naked breasts to MY man! He took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck. GOD, THAT FELT SO GOOD! His tongue ran circles around my hard pink nipple. 'Ooooohhhhhhh!', I moaned out loud. He muffled the sound from my mouth with his mouth planting a wet, passionate kiss, and went ahead in tormenting my nipples... On his persuasion, I put my hand in the top of his briefs and found his hard dick. My fingers encircled it. It was quite huge. I didn't know if I would be able to take it inside me. His hips began to move. He stood up at the end of the bed and pulled me to a standing position. He then turned me around and backed me up to him and put his arms around me. Each hand found a tit and squeezed it. I looked into the full-length mirror and saw my man playing with my tits. The only thing I had on is a pair of white bikini panties WHAT A TURN ON it was! He squeezed my tits, pulled and twisted my nipples. I was tingling all over. He turned me around again. He got on his knees in front of me and slid my white bikini panties to the floor. I stepped out of them. He rubbed my legs from my ankles, up to my calves, over my thighs and then caressed my pussy lips. He slid a finger into my very hot pussy and moved it in and out. My heart was racing again! He then slid another finger inside, then another. I couldn't get my breath! His other hand found my clit and began massaging it. I just couldn't help moaning, 'Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!' He kissed my hairy triangle, which I had trimmed that morning... and he suggested that he would like me to shave it off and keep it bald. I agreed, and that's the way I keep it to date. You know, I had (and I would always like) to keep my hubby happy and pleased. I was enjoying the sweet sensation that his fingers are delivering on my pussy and my hubby asked me whether it hurts me or is it painful... to which I answered in the negative. On this reply he felt reassured and increased his pace and inserted one more finger and I felt something blocking his fingers from entering any further in... and I did feel a sharp pain... and somewhat a ticklish sensation. I told him so, and he told me about the hymen and I nodded my head that I too was aware of it. There was a sense of appreciation and he asked me with a bit of surprise in his voice that I had never masturbated before marriage. I answered in the negative again, though I told him that I had played with my pussy but never allowed my fingers nor anything else to enter inside it, as I had reserved it for my 'beloved future husband'... and smiled passionately at him. I asked him how often would he play with his tool and he said, since the day our engagement was finalised, he had used to play with his dick at least twice a day, thinking of me! I felt really happy... and asked him, had he really thought of me alone or any one else would just barge in on his fantasy... to which he somewhat with a flush admitted that either Aish or Sushmita would try to make his mind waver a bit... but he would brush them aside and concentrate on my face. Don't you think I am quite lucky to have him as my hubby? He brought his face licking all the way down from my breasts, reaching my bellybutton, flat tummy, soft underbelly, and reached my most sensitive area... where no one ever had any access till now! 'Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!' He kissed my hairy triangle. I put my hands on his head. His tongue found the crack between my wet pussy lips. I spread my legs to give him easier access to my most private area. His tongue reached my clit and licked gently it. My knees got weak and began to tremble. He sucked my clit into his mouth. I look into the mirror to get a better view of MY man on his knees sucking my pussy. 'Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh!' I thrust my pussy into his face. I lost all inhibitions and I was just moaning with pleasure... He asked me whether I liked what he did to me... and would I like to do him what he does to me... that is to reciprocate the pleasure. I was too eager to please him, and I asked him what I should do to please him... but indeed begged him not to stop what he has been doing. I could sense a triumphant smile on his face, and he slowly straightened himself, removed his face from my pussy and took hold of my hands and pressed them against the bulge at the crotch of his brief. I felt somewhat shy and gently hooked my fingers inside the waistband of his brief and tugged it down... and 'plop' was the sound and his cock popped out like a serpent. That was the first time I saw a LIVE cock, hanging (rather poking up straight in the air) between the legs of an adult male... I had bathed my nephew (who was just two-three years old) but never seen even a teen-aged cock, in flesh and blood. I was really thrilled to see it alive and longed to touch it. I slowly circled my hands around it and felt it really hot and it throbbed as if it had a heart of its own which was pumping blood. I could not believe myself... I was mesmerised. He slowly smiled and asked me, "Sumi, this is the only treasure that I have for you now! Take it, my honey... Do whatever you would like to do with it... It is not mine, it is yours from this day... I cease to be the rightful owner of it from now; and I endorse every right to you, my Kannamma (a sweet pleasantry in Tamil for 'sweetheart')." I was very pleased to listen to those sweet words... and gently kissed the tip of the cock... and he took hold of my cheeks in his palms, and gently bent down and kissed me on my lips. I asked him, "May I suck your cock?" He said, "Yes, my dear... I would suggest, though it would be erotic to address it as 'cock', and yours as 'pussy', would it not give a sensational and erotic thinking if we address them as 'gopalakrishna' and 'radha' respectively... so that even when people are around, we can talk about our respective assets and enjoy when they think that we are talking about someone?" I returned a sexy smile, and nodded... and said, "Okay, let me kiss Gopalakrishna and bathe him with my saliva, while you take care of your Radha," and kissed 'him' once again with fervour. He suggested that we would do that simultaneously, and lie down on his back and he slowly made me sit on his face, and asked me to bend down and kiss Gopalakrishna so that we were tasting each other simultaneously... Navneet put his hands on my head and moved my head closer to Gopalakrishna. I kissed the head lightly. I moved my mouth down the shaft and kissed the sides of this magnificent member. He used a little more force with his hands and moved my head back in front of his dick and pushed it against my mouth. I opened my mouth and he slowly inched in inside. His tasted somewhat strange and I could not exactly identify the taste... though I liked it... it was somewhat salty, musky, and smelt like something I have never experienced. Indeed, I have never experienced this before... He didn't taste bad at all. As a matter of fact, he tasted real good. (I think my heart will burst out of my chest even now, when I think of that night, dear reader.) Soon the whole head was inside my mouth and I sucked and moved my head back and forth. It felt quite strange having a dick in my mouth. Navneet put more pressure on my head with his hands and his dick moved to the back of my mouth. He asked me whether I felt any difficult or I was uncomfortable... and I had to fight not to gag. Now it was going in even deeper. I moved my head back just to get my breath. I sucked hard, hoping he would not want it to go in deeper. Navneet was moaning. 'Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhhh!' He liked it! I changed my mind and took as much as I can into my mouth. I only managed to get about half of its length inside. I continued to move my head back to the tip and then back as deep as I can go. I sucked enthusiastically. One time when I am going as deep as I can, Navneet pressed my head and the entire length goes down my throat! I couldn't breath! I moved my head back to take a breath then he pushed it back down again. This time it was easier. I didn't know I could take a dick so far down my throat. He asked me use my tongue on it and lick around the sides and suck it at the same time so that he could enjoy it fully... and he started to attack my pussy. He slowly licked the whole length of my pussy, starting from the place where the crack started and reached my clit and dabbed his tongue on the bud a few times and circled it round and round and gentled sucked it in. While he did the sucking with his lips, his tongue was busy licking the crack and he was pushing his tongue inside deeper and deeper with every lick. He stopped for a second, raised his head, and patted on my fleshy bottom, and I stopped sucking his rod and looked at him. He told me, "No wonder, Radha is tasting so sweet and smells so fragrant. Because, Radha belongs to my sweet Sumi. I think, I am not going to stop devouring me and my tongue and lips would become sore by morning." and continued his feasting. I could not control my passion, and I trembled... I took hold of Gopalakrishna in my hands, and started inserting him deeper into my mouth and started sucking him again with more vigour and I felt his hairy balls and massaged him slowly and gently. I had read in books (and when we friends at college discuss about men's anatomy just to pass time) that the balls are very sensitive in a man's body and they are very 'fragile' so fearing not to hurt him, I was very soft and gentle in handling his most precious treasure. This went on for a few minutes and he stopped licking his 'Radha' and told me that I must stop sucking him immediately otherwise he might come in my mouth... and he said, he was not ready for this to happen so he asked me to quit sucking his dick and take one of his hairy balls into my mouth and suck. I did so, and he said the time has come to take him into me and to become united... I was too ready for that. I wanted his tongue badly on my pussy... I was also flooding and my pussy was so wet and sticky; I knew he had made me cum so much... I asked him did he really liked my cum... and he said with a passionate kiss on my lips that I indeed tasted so sweet and to check for myself. Yes, I did taste so sweet... which I tasted from his mouth. Was he not too lucky to have me as his wife? I stood up and walked over to the bed again and lied down. He lied beside me and we kissed for a while again. I can feel his fingers probing around my pussy lips. I reached down and took his still hard dick in my hand. I pumped up and down. I then moved my hand to his balls and cupped them and squeezed gently. He sucked on my hard pink nipples. We were both now out of control. It was very hot in the room. May be because we were very HOT... Navneet moved down between my legs and his tongue found the opening of my pussy and he sticks it inside and then licks between my inner lips. He sucked my clit into his mouth and I went wild with excitement. He began to rub my pussy while he is still sucking and I went crazy! He stopped and lied me on my back and got over me. At last, We were going to do it. He straddled me on all fours and looked down at me. 'What do you want me to do now?' he asked... and told me to talk something dirty to make the day (rather night) a memorable one... which would linger on our memory till we breath our last.... 'I want you to put it inside me.' 'You mean that you want me to fuck you?' 'Yes, I want you to fuck me.' 'Well, you must ask me nice.' 'Please don't tease me. Fuck me. Please, Aththan, Please fuck me.' I spread my legs wide to make it easy for him to enter me. He lowered himself on me and I took his hard dick in my hand and guided it to my waiting pussy. It touched my opening and he stopped. 'Please, Aththan, I really want you to fuck me.' He slowly eased his huge cock into my very hot cunt and I felt a sharp pain when it stopped just barely a few centimetres inside me. He tried to push it in... but it would not enter any more... though I felt my hold to be very wet and slippery... and the pain was really unbearable... I begged him not to push any more and he stopped.. he was really concerned about my comfort... and asked me whether he should pull it out...] I said, "Please wait, Aththan, let Radha try to accommodate Gopalakrishna... slowly and sssssssssteadddily push it in.. aaah ahhhhh mmmmmmaaaa ohhhh...." My Experience on the Nuptial Night I felt Gopala stretching Radha to the maximum and I could feel him gradually gaining entry... I felt a sharp pain when he tore my hymen and I cried out loud. "Aammmmmaa... I'm dead.... Oh, Aththan, slowlyyyyyyyy.... yessssssss...... aaah..." and I bit my lips hard and my hands were clutching the bedspread and my legs went weak... and limp. I felt him thrusting in and with a gentle pop, he was fully inside and the pain started to subside gradually. When he was fully in, he gently lied on me, and kissed my forehead and my eyelids, and asked me, "Do you still feel the pain? Should I remove him out?" I said, "Aththan, no, no pain anymore... but I do feel something strange and my pussy has never been filled this full before. I love the sensation" and hearing this, he started withdrawing a little and pushing Gopala in again... I love the sensation of Gopala going in and out of Radha of course very slowly and gently... He gradually gained momentum and with long strokes, he pumped up and down. I just can't describe how good it felt to have this strange cock pumping my cunt. He said without stopping the pumping, 'Play with your tits.' I took a tit in each hand and massaged them. I usually don't get a thrill out of playing with my own tits, but My NAVNEET was watching me play with them while he fucked me really turned me on! 'Ooooooohhhhhhhh!... Ooooohhhhhhh!... Oooooooooooohhhhh!' I came almost immediately. I didn't want to come so fast because I didn't want it to be over. Navneet continued to pump my pussy. The excitement returned after only a very few seconds. I began to be turned on again. Navneet pulled his dick out of me. I begged him, 'Please don't stop. I want to come again!' My clit was burning and I begged him to go faster, faster, faster, I screamed. He encouraged me to talk more and asked me to tell him what I wanted him to do to me. I started moaning and in a fit of frenzy, I said, "Oooooh! Yes, harder, ram your cock into me, harder, faster! Slam it into me, tear me apart with your beautiful cock!" He was saying, "Yes, my Kannamma... take it... I am here to please you fully.... aaaaahhhhh.. ohhhhhhhh... Radha is so tight and Gopala is just enjoying her to his heart's content... aaaaahhhh....oooohhhhhh." We sounded like animals. Our moans and gasps were louder as we lost control. I felt his cock twitching and jerking inside my cunt. Our bodies shook and quivered and trembled and we lost awareness of all else except each other and our pleasure. Our voice became one great crescendo, our bodies burst forth, I felt him come inside me and I followed suit by bathing his groin with my nectar. Our heads spun for a time, and finally, the last moments of our climax drew to a close. We breathed heavily, almost glowing, he moved up to bury his tongue in my mouth and I brought our hearts close together by hugging him very tightly. Neither of us had looked better, the eyes of one taking in the other to the fullest. He asked me, whether I loved the way he fucked me. I said, "Aththan, you did not fuck me... you took me to paradise... In fact, you have eaten me alive... and I think, I gave you the maximum pleasure, my love." He just kissed me again, hugged me tight, and he said, "This night, our first night, will definitely linger in our memory 'til our end, and the nights to come, should never be any less enjoyable than this night... I believe, we will try to enjoy every night as our FIRST NIGHT." With that I reciprocated his vow, kissed him gently on his lips, hugged him tight, moulding my petite body against his strong chest... We slept in each other's arms, content, tranquil... And, readers, just for your information, even last night, was no less than our first night! Because, I was very hot and horny after writing this down... and wanted to re-enact the FIRST NIGHT, one more time...! I LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR MAIL. Mail me at the link below. My Experience So Far I don't know where it first began but I remember working at home depot in 2007, watching a gay man in a purple rainbow tshirt walk around the store, and thinking, "you know what... I should suck his dick." The thrill of just thinking that sent a wave of weakening chills through my body. I have never been the same. At that time AOL still had its gay chat and I would search around for people to... flirt (if this is a good choice of words) with. When it became too real I would always chicken out or last long enough to send me into a masturbating rage which and when I would squirt the most cum: nothing real ever happened. I would be normal again, in fact, I would be disgusted with myself for even attempting something like this. There was one tall and thin, blonde white guy who lived in st. Petersburg who pretty much made me decide if i was going to do it at all, he said, "it's just a blowjob." Not to me. It was a taboo. it was forbidden. Me, of all people!? Could you imagine it, a guy submitting to his knees before a man, the denim jeans dropping, maybe the guy has no underwear, and there it is... the fat man penis. And you've got to suck it. And you're a man. You shouldn't have to suck it, you don't need to, but here you are, and you want to. I still didn't go through with it. One year later, miles away, and I was introduced to craigslist. I began searching and pulled a few women here and there, which I loved but I would always sulk back to (what's called) the craving. I finally set myself up for a date with a mysterious guy. A guy who turned out to be the local santa clauss. He was an older man. At first site I thought this was the guy. My standards aren't too high, all I care about is staying clean and the dick. That changed however as I entered his house. The place smelled like vinegar. I had instantly regretted the whole thing. BUT, he showed me some medical papers proclaiming that he was clean, and some small talk he slowly got to his fat knees which were cracking, and pulled my denim jeans down. I did not wear undies. He sucked my limp dick. I was scared. He stretched it and I remember him breathing deeply. It was disturbingly erotic, but gross. When I got hard, my dick head touching the back of his throat he would give these husk coughs, ignoring them to slobber and suck some more. He was slow but steady. He loved my cock. And I kept repeating that in my head like it was funny. Like I was playing some prank on a lesser person. Bullying them, another male, forcing them to embarrassingly suck dick... and love it. I wanted to be that dick sucker. I didn't tell him I was cumming. I don't think he cared he wanted to swallow, In mid-thrust I began shooting, mostly into the back of his throat, which he tried to pull out to get most of it on his tongue. He would keep eye contact with me as I sputtered out, his old tongue circling around my shaft. I had given the whole thing a grade F. I thought that it would never happen again. I didn't want it to. Not until I saw her... I mean him. One late night after class at artschool I got a message back from a ladyboy I had been emailing sweetly. I went to her house not knowing what to expect, but she answered the door and was exotic. Beautiful. Everything I was hoping for. This was months and months after Santa. Still new to all of it I was terrified, but the thing about a girly, really girly boy... is that they understand. Finally, as I shivered, she made the first move, pulling out my limp dick while standing up, bent over me as I laid on her couch. Her petite package was inches away. My cock grew and grew in her/his spanish lips. "Can I suck yours too?" I couldn't wish for a better feeling as she gave a weird pause and replied, stunned, "sure?" I grabbed the only other dick I had ever touched in my life through her tight panties; pulled it out, and it was really dark, oddly crooked, and uncut. Slipped a condom over it as I smelled at its scent just inches away. This is it. Do I really want to be a cocksucker? I'm about to suck dick! Do I really want to do this? She pushed it through my concerns and I kissed its head tip. I always thought that no matter what you do, the kiss is the most sensual. The most innocent and intimate. To place a kiss on the same gender's organ... feels like that's how everything should start! I pulled the crooked and extremely hard solid dick into my mouth, moving up and down like some red neck ginger slut about to eat a black man's cum. We were 69ing, I was excited beyond belief, doing what she did, and trying more. I came quickly minutes later, inside the condom and had suddenly been turned off. She sucked at the cum sack building at the tip, while I tried to jack her/him off to get it over with. After awhile, she sensed this and we stopped. I've always regretted not keeping in touch with her/him. But it happens. For the longest time after that I couldn't find anymore trannies. Eventually I resorted back to men. Two men this time. There was one light skinned mexican and an older white guy. Me being too nervous led to a long delay until the white guy got sick and went to the bathroom. I staid behind and let the spanish guy stroke my limp cock. He went back to his bed and asked if I sucked dick. Nearly leaping to the side of the bed, I went over and helped him slide his clothes down. He had a tiny dick. It smelled like soap, which made me happy. I loved sucking on what little he had. He would talk to me asking me where I had come from and what I did for a living, but I think he got off on trying to hold my head down on his penis while trying to answer. It all ended as he checked on his friend and they asked me to come back later. Insulted, because i began sucking his dick and then was told not to, I left and then rejected every plea to come back. I have a nice dick. Usually when you do, you can post and find people really fast. This happened and I was led to this regular guy's house. I wanted to suck his cock but he wouldn't let me. He sucked mine, I came, and he swallowed, but he kept sucking. It was painful, often uncomfortable, until I regrouped and lasted a lot longer. I didn't cum again until he made me fuck his face. As I came again, I guess he thought it was his turn and pulled out a fat hefty dick, one which I wanted no part in after becoming straight minded again. After going through some financial difficulties, I was finally urged to do it again. Behind my friend's backs, as I snuck away and got into the car of this really fat guy. He was supposed to drive around and let me give him road head. But I guess that's when I guess he figured me to be a crack head or something. When he saw that I was a regular guy he took me back to his house. Sitting down he pulled out, yet another small dick. He promised it would get bigger. It did not. But, it was colored like a black man's cock. Which I enjoyed. So, I sucked it for a few minutes, slobbering all over his carpet because I didn't want to swallow any of him. I moved out of the way as he came, but was clipped in the mouth as I came back around. He had a gentle taste. It saturated on my tongue. I put his dick back into my mouth, savoring, as he went limp. This guy named Bill emailed me back on a posting begging me to suck his cock. He lived in a nice neighborhood. He had an awesome house, and he was quite wealthy. Sitting around and bullshitting I asked him if he wanted to get to it. Dropping to my knees as he stood up, pushing my tongue against his denim jeans. He had a dick that bent upwards. I could deep-throat it easily, it being 6.5 inches or so. Jacking it off in my mouth until he folded back to his chair I pretended I was a goofy bobble head, getting quirky on his thickening prick. He didn't last long and I was too scared to swallow but it was a fair turn out. I finally went to this older guy's house who was apparently was a notorious cocksucker around the website. He showed me tons of pictures of him blowing long and thin or short and stubby, even black dicks. He was drunk when I got there. He was blown away even... I sucked his dick from the get go. One of the nicest, longest dicks I have sucked. Clean shaven. He loved it. Then he asked me to suck his balls. I drew the line after the cock, in fact i never even thought about sucking on the balls. that was gay to me, even as i had the dick in my mouth. Reluctantly, i licked his balls up and down, putting them one at a time in my mouth until it got boring. I went back to his dick, making love to it with my tongue, while he took pictures with my phone. At that moment, I was going to swallow his cum, no questions asked. I thought back to all the dicks I had sucked at that one. I was now pretty much certified. I was a dick sucker! It would haunt me at points but I loved doing it. What's wrong with that? I didn't get to swallow this guy's cum but he swallowed mine. I had always planned to go back but never did. Well, that's my journalistic update for now. My Experience with an 11-Inch Cock Just about every man that I have ever dated has been stunned when they find out that I have slept with a man who had an 11 inch cock. I am 23, Korean and have a body much like Ewa Sonnet's (or so my boyfriend tells me). My boobs have always been the center of attention when it came to boys. I began to develop when I was 9, and bought my "d cup" when I was 14. By 15 I was in the double d cups and was wondering when they were going to stop growing. Currently, I wear a 38DD bra. I have long black hair that comes to the middle of my back, and I stand about 5 foot. I decided to write this because every man that I have ever dated wants to know what it was like having sex with an 11 inch dick. Personally, I find this question to be a real turn-off because I'm not with that man anymore, and would rather talk about the man in front of me. So, I guess that I am hoping that you men will read this and be satisfied knowing what it is like, and not ask in the future. This isn't designed to be an erotic story as much as it is to be informative. For those of you who feel compelled to masturbate while reading this, I will include as much of the juicy details as I can remember. I was 20 at the time interning at a large export company in NYC. Our company was one of the middle-men supplying dollar stores from Asia. Since I speak Korean, I was immediately hired for translation work. I was in Seoul when I met this guy. We met at one of the local bars on the eastside. Turns out that he had gone to the same university as I. I remember him being about 6 foot, 250lbs. He was African American in Seoul on business. At the time, I had a boyfriend state-side who I'd been dating about 2 years. At this point in life, I had been with 4 men already. I lost my virginity when I was 15 to one of my step dad's business partners, though all my regular boyfriends were about my age. I guess when it comes to sex, I prefer older men. The oldest man I have been with to date was 67. I prefer affluent businessmen (though I'm not a gold digger). I guess you could say I'm attracted to power. I digress... Anyway, we ended up back at his room. I noticed his bulge first when he sat back on the bed next to me. We were watching some Korean drama, and I was half translating it for him. I was laying half on him caressing his chest when I first felt his cock lurch. I jumped a little and looked up at him. "Getting excited?" I asked. He had the biggest smile on his face! I took his hand and placed it on my ass as he came forward and kissed me. I felt my heart racing as his hand explored my ass. I moved all the way on top of him so that he could use both hands. We kissed deeply. I felt his cock growing hard in his pants. I don't think that I realized yet how big it was. I sat up on him and brought his hands to my boobs. He caressed them through my blouse as I unbuttoned his shirt. He began to unbutton mine as well. As soon as it was off me, I slid down a little straddling his knees. This was the first time I touched his crotch. I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized what he had in his pants. Breathlessly, I unzipped his zipper and reached in. I felt his huge cock straining against his boxers. I followed the shaft down his leg. I couldn't believe how far I was reaching! I reached the end of his boxers but not the end of his cock. I jumped off and pulled him up to stand in front of me as I sat down on the bed again. I pulled down his pants and boxers in one motion. His huge cock sprang out and slapped me across my face. I jumped back, but it swung back and came to rest on my tits. I just sat there staring at it in disbelief! It was huge! It was as thick as a can of pop! The head was so big that it looked like a t-ball stand with a ball on top. I took it in my hand. I kept saying "Holy &%$#, it's so big!" over and over. When I wrapped my hand around it, my thumb and middle finger were still 2" apart. I looked up at him. He smiled warmly. "We'll take it slow, ok?" My excitement was replaced with worry... I worried he was too big for me. I had a very small pussy. The biggest cock that I had in me up to then was 5 1/2 inches and I thought that was big. It felt like it was stretching me so far apart the whole time me and my boyfriend had sex. Now, I sat in front of something I thought only existed on the internet. He put his hand on the side of my head and pulled me gently closer. The musky smell of this huge black cock began to excite me again, and I opened my mouth. I began to suck the head wondering if I could even get that in my mouth. I licked his balls and traced the length of his shaft with my tongue still debating whether on not I could take it. I finally tried to go over the head, but not even at its widest point, my lips were stretched as far as they would go. My jaw was aching from being opened farther that it was used to. I think that is when I made the mistake of moving my tongue back to try to make more room. I must have grazed his head because he lurched forward, thrusting the rest of his head in my mouth. Instantly, I felt searing pain from the sides of my mouth as my lips tore to accommodate the gigantic head's entry into my mouth. I tried to pullback, but his hands kept me impaled on him. Tears began flowing down my cheeks and my lips tore more as I desperately looked up at him. He had his head tipped back and he was groaning as his hands pulled me further down his cock. I tried to scream but couldn't. I began to push him, and He looked down. He immediately pulled out, tearing my lips even more in his haste to pull out. He knelt down and held me. For a while, apologizing. I went to the bathroom to survey the damage. My lips were split not only on the sides of the mouth but in 4 other places as well. I took a long time rinsing and dabbing my mouth with a towel. I felt sick to my stomach and puked in the toilet. The man was really nice to me through it all. As I was puking he rubbed my back and apologized. He took me back to the bed and laid me down. He rubbed my feet and told me we could stop. I said ok. He lay down next to me and we talked for a while. As we talked, I began to feel really bad that he hadn't been satisfied. I rolled him on his back and reached down. I began stroking his cock back to hardness. In no time he had it standing at full mast in front of me. I told him no more head, but he could titty fuck me if he wanted to. I knelt at the side of the bed between his legs. I removed my bra and let the girls fall out. I placed his cock between them and began to move back and forth while I stroked him off. He tipped his head back again in enjoyment and I decided I was going to try to get him to cum. I began to lick just the tip of his head as I stroked him, my boobs lying on his legs. He reached down and began to flick and twist my nipples, which set my cunt on fire. I was jerking him off faster and faster until finally his cock hardened up and he moaned. He watched as his cock sent the first jet of hot cum up on my cheek. I aimed him down at my tits and counted 8 more jets of cum that soaked my tits! He was rubbing my nipples so fast now that I needed something inside to ease the aching! I made the decision to try fucking him. He handed me a towel and I wiped the cum off as I got up. I straddled him at the edge of the bed and began to lower myself on him. As the head went in, it felt like my pussy was going to tear in two. I spent over an hour just trying to get his whole head inside my cunt. With each attempt to go in, his cock tore the inner lining of my pussy. My cunt lips were already bleeding from the huge stretch. Each side of my clit was also cut from the stretching. I was screaming with each time I tried to lower myself further on him, I kept wondering how I was going to explain the damage to my body to my boyfriend. I also was wondering how much damage my pussy would receive from his monster! In what seemed to be the 10 millionth time I pushed down, the Head finally popped in. I screamed and arched back as the pain seared through my body and mind. My legs gave out and I came crashing down on him, forcing his cock further in me. By doing this it tore the inner walls of my pussy in so many spots it felt like just searing pain. I screamed as I held him, tears flowing again from my eyes. After what seemed to be forever, the pain began to subside. The pain was replaced with a dull ache in my stomach that traveled into my throat, making it hard for me to swallow. "It feels like you split me in two... I feel your dick in my throat!" I stammered. I slowly turned to look in the mirror across from the bed behind me. What I saw horrified me! My cunt was stretched open by his huge cock. There had to be at least 9 inches still out of me. There was blood flowing from my cunt! "I'm bleeding.... Like I'm a virgin getting fucked." The blood had traveled down his cock and was staining the sheets. I looked down in front of me. There was a visible mound where the head of his cock was inside my pussy. "It's so big...do you know how much your stretching me?" I whispered. He nodded. "Do you want to stop?" he asked. I sat there for a few seconds wondering what to do. "Hell, the biggest part is already in me... I'll try to take it all for you." I told him. He said, "No one has ever been able to take it all." I said I'd try. I placed his hands on my hips and told him to pull me down. I told him to do it in one movement so that I would only experience the pain once for him. I sat up again and closed my eyes. All of a sudden, the pain shot up from my pussy through my womb, into my stomach, up through my throat. My eyes flew open as wide as they could go and I tried to scream. Nothing came out as I sat there forced on his cock. The pain was excruciating! My head went fuzzy and I blacked out. I woke up lying on the bed on my back. My cunt ached! He was lying next to me with my head on his chest. He was caressing my face as I came to. I looked across at the mirror at the foot of the bed, and tried to spread my legs. I couldn't move them because of the pain. My muscles hurt so much. I asked him to spread my legs for me. What I saw as he did that will stay with me for the rest of my life. My outer lips were cracked in at least 10 places! My cunt was gaping open by at least 2 inches! I could see clear up my passage which was all torn and cut everywhere from over stretching. As my legs separated I began to bleed again. Emotionally, I felt like a whore who had just been used. I began to sob. "What is my boyfriend going to do when he sees this? I'm no good to anyone now. My pussy is destroyed and I won't be able to please anyone any more!" I sobbed. "I'm a whore. I'm a whore...." I murmured over and over. He held me tighter. "No you aren't..." he said softly. "Yes I am..." I whispered. I pulled him close, still crying. "Please, I'm no good to anyone but you now. Please, at least take your pleasure from me. Let me satisfy you as you're the last man who will tell me I'm tight. You're the last man who will find pleasure in my womb." My voice trailed off as I pulled him on top of me and placed his cock at my bruised and bleeding opening. "Fuck me. Fuck me like the whore I am now. Take your time, make sure you're satisfied. You're the last man who will be satisfied by me." I went numb as he went in again. This time it felt like he didn't care about me. It felt like he was just trying to get off. The last thing I remember him saying was "Oh Shit! I'm all the way in..." My mind traveled elsewhere... I lay there thinking of my boyfriend. My mind wandered to fields of flowers on hot sunny days. I dreamed I was floating in puffy clouds. Time stood still. I never found out what happened after that. I woke up the next morning aching all over and alone in the bed. He was gone. I found an envelope with $10,000 on the table next to me. A month later I got an abortion. CONCLUSION: Since that incident, I have been with other men. I have never been told that I was tight. Only one man has gone down on me and that was when I was asleep. The next morning he questioned me about what happened, and then broke up with me. I have never regretted anything I did more than to sleep with that man. He destroyed not only my body, but my ability to obtain and keep a boyfriend. My Experience With The New Doctor I am a happily married woman! I am 34 years old and I love my husband. We have been married for 10 years and I have never strayed at all. I am sure my husband, Wayne, hasn't strayed either as we have a wonderful sex life together. Despite all we hear about sexual activity waning after the first few years of marriage, ours has simply gotten stronger as the years go by. When we were first married I guess we fucked every day for the first year and in that time we probably did it more than once on some days but now we leave it to about 3 or 4 times each week and we are both more than satisfied. If I tell you I am a very attractive woman with a very good figure you will probably think I am bragging but I do consider myself very attractive. I have wonderful breasts which haven't sagged over the years they have been used by the two kids for feeding and also the abuse, kindly abuse, given by my loving husband when we make love - he just loves to squeeze and play with my tits! My nipples are the lovely types which stick out prominently when I am aroused and I have large areolas which compliment my breasts and nipples. My nipples are quite dark and also my areolas so they seem to stand out against my whiter breasts. I have very fair skin - the type which burns quickly in the sun - and my hair is blond but the hair on my pussy is very dark, almost black. My waist is very slim despite the two kids and I have a lovely bum. My legs are beautifully shaped and are very long so you can see, despite me telling you myself, that I am an attractive woman! I want to tell you about my visit to the doctor. My own doctor is dear old Dr. James who is almost 70 years old and has been my doctor all my life, in fact, he delivered me and my sister at the local hospital. Dr. James has had a bit of ill health lately and is considering the idea of giving up the practice and retiring while he is still able. Old Dr. James is a lovely old man - not in years - but in the fact he is such a kindly man who will take whatever steps are necessary to help his patients and nothing is too much trouble. The telephone rang one morning and I was surprised to hear Dr. James on the other end of the line. He has used my first name since I was a child and so I listened to what he had to say - he never rings me because I simply ring him for appointments. He started off by saying, "Margie, I have known you for such a long time and I feel we are very good friends as well as doctor patient and it is because I know you so well that I want to ask you for a very personal favor. I don't want to discuss this over the phone so would it be possible for you to come to my office say this afternoon and I will tell you in detail what I want to ask you to do for me! Would you be able to see my at, say, 3pm today?" I was surprised by his request but as I really love Dr. James and he must want something very important to ring me, I told him I would certainly be there at 3pm. I am always a very neat dresser and like to look my best at all times. I never overdress but I do like to look attractive and so I wear attractive young clothes! I showered and shaved my legs and underarms and then sprayed my body with lovely smelling scents. I always try to look my best for Dr. James because he always tells me how attractive I appear to him - I think he gets a bit of a thrill seeing me. I decided to wear a thin but not see-through blouse, with a short bright red mini-skirt and, as it was a warm day, I wouldn't wear stockings or pantyhose. I found a very small pair of thong panties which are almost entirely transparent and slipped them on up my legs and pulled them tight into my cunt. My dark bush was not only visible through the tiny panties but plenty of hair was showing around the sides of the thong. I didn't think it would be necessary to wear a bra although my tits do jiggle when I walk but I knew the blouse wasn't transparent so nobody would be able to see my tits. Knowing I looked very attractive I headed for Dr. James's office. Fortunately I didn't have anything on my calendar that day so had no problem making the appointment. When I reached his office his receptionist asked me to wait while she told Dr. James I had arrived. Soon I was ushered into meet Dr. James and he gave me one of his kindest smiles and welcomed me and also thanked me for coming to see him. He asked me to sit down and, instead of his usual practice of sitting on the opposite side of his desk, he drew up a chair and sat beside me. Dr. James began by telling me he was getting on in years and was thinking of his retirement but was having such a lot of trouble finding a suitable doctor to take over his practice and who would get on well with his patients. Dr. James confided in me that he wouldn't give up until he found someone who would be able to replace him and be accepted by everyone. He was finding that a rather tall order and most of the doctors he knew were all established in their own clinics and weren't interested in taking over his! He further confided in me that he had a very young doctor, well he would be a doctor next year, whom he was considering as a replacement but he wanted someone to give him an opinion of the compatibility of this doctor. He further told me he valued my opinion but he wanted me to not only tell me what I thought of this doctor but he wanted him to examine me intimately and see how he would be with me. Dr. James told me he had already asked 4 other people in different walks of life to meet with Dr. Woods (he kept calling him Dr. but he wouldn't be one until next year). These were people in the older age group, children and young teens etc., but now he wanted him to examine an attractive woman like me! Flattery will get him everywhere! Of course I agreed and then asked Dr. James what this examination would entail. He grinned and told me it wouldn't be anything I didn't like, in fact, I might enjoy being felt up by another younger man, but he wanted to see how he would handle a nice woman like myself! Naturally I agreed and so he asked me to wait while he collected Dr. Woods from the next room! When this Dr. Woods came in with Dr. James, I just couldn't get over the fact that he was so young looking. He look more like a young teenager rather than an almost doctor! He was so shy that I had to reach out and shake his hand when Dr. James introduced us because he was just too coy. I tried to reassure him everything would be O.K. but he was plainly more nervous that I would have thought possible. Dr. James tried to push Dr. Woods into relaxing but it wasn't likely to happen so Dr. James told him we were going to investigate the possibility of lumps in my breasts and he, Dr. Woods, was to examine me thoroughly and see if he could find any lumps or anything else of importance. Poor Dr Woods blushed terribly but I tried to help him and slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders and tossed it on to the chair nearby. Dr. Woods almost had a fit. I guess he must have seen tits in his training classes but maybe he hadn't seen lovely tits like mine so close-up! As Dr. Woods wasn't likely to make the first move, I stepped towards him and pushed my tits out so that they were almost in his face. I am not the least bit shy about my body and I love to show it off - that is why I reckon I have a good body and nobody complains! I thought Dr. James would have to lift his hands onto my breasts but eventually he lifted up one hand and gingerly touched my breast. I have attended breast self-examination classes and know exactly how he should be testing me. He has to press all of the breast and gently squeeze the important parts to see if there is anything abnormal present. He was only touching me with his fingertips and he was doing a terrible job of the examination. I couldn't stand it any longer and so I grabbed his other hand and brought it up to my other breast and then squeezed both of his hands on my tits. He almost jumped when I did that and he was embarrassed beyond all reason. Dr. James growled and told him to at least feel them up properly and see if he could find any lumps. Of course Dr. James had tested my breasts for lumps only a month earlier so I knew he wouldn't find any lumps. At last Dr. Woods began to massage my tits properly and I started to feel a bit excited. As I have said, my nipples extend outrageously when I am excited sexually and he was now beginning to do a good job with them. Dr. James kept on telling him to feel my breast completely and not to just look at the nipples which, by now, were extended out quite a distance and I was now excited! Eventually Dr. Woods finished examining my breasts and shyly took his hands off me. My nipples didn't go down and still stood out prominently. I loved this! Dr. James then asked Dr. Woods to examine my chest, back, throat and in fact all parts of my body. By this I knew we would be having a gynecological examination and he had left this till last. Dr. James even asked Dr. Woods to check my feet and then my legs for varicose veins although he knew I had none. It was a great thrill to feel this young inexperienced doctor running his hands up my legs feeling me all the way. He was too shy to lift my skirt but Dr. James asked me to remove my skirt and we would proceed with the examination. I quickly removed my skirt and was left sitting on the edge of the desk wearing just a very tiny pair of panties which really hid nothing! Dr. James was having a really good time teasing poor Cliff (that was Dr. Wood's name) and he couldn't look at my pussy at all. Dr. James told him to examine my thighs and to report on any abnormality but I could have had a fly running up my legs for all the pressure Cliff placed on them. Dr. James came over and grabbed Cliff's hands and pressed them into my inner thighs and squeezed them and told him to at least examine me properly. Before releasing Cliff's hands, he pushed them up further until he was touching the edge of my panties and a little of the hair which was showing at the sides. Poor Cliff. Dr. James must have decided to let Cliff off without further comment but asked me to move over to the examination table and remove my panties. He had a wicked grin on his face and I could see he was having fun with poor Cliff. I did as I was asked and soon was lying on the examination table quite naked but for poor Cliff's sake I kept my legs together. Dr. James told Cliff to set me up in the stirrups and to strap me in place. Poor Cliff! I wriggled my bottom down until it was at the end of the table and Cliff had to hold each leg while he strapped my feet into the stirrups which meant my legs had to be held wide apart! I didn't mind because I love showing off my body but Cliff didn't know where to look. Dr. James told him to conduct a thorough internal examination and Cliff had to use the speculum to open my cunt up widely enough to peer inside. He was shaking and I have to admit I was very excited by having this young stranger playing with my cunt even if Dr. James was watching. Cliff was made to do a pap smear test and he fumbled doing this but I enjoyed the sensations. Really he was hopeless and took several tries to obtain the swab but I enjoyed the sensations just the same. Dr. James told Cliff he had to do an external examination of my genitals and see if there were any abnormalities. Cliff withdrew the speculum and it was a thrill to feel him holding me as he pulled it out. When my lips had settled back he was required to inspect them to see if anything was wrong. He barely touched me but I could feel the thrill shoot through my body. Dr. James asked him if he had been able to locate my clitoris and Cliff said he was trying to find it but couldn't find it yet. Dr. James roared at him and said, "How do you expect to find it if you don't play around and feel for it?" Cliff began a probing search and I could have told him he had touched it many times but I was enjoying the thrill of the touching. Eventually he found it properly and began to massage it. Dr James asked Cliff if he had every brought a girl to climax by massaging her clitoris but Cliff blushed even more and said he hadn't had any experience with that. Cliff was then instructed to give me an orgasm to see and feel what it was like! I was surprised at Dr. James but certainly didn't object because I wanted to have an orgasm ever since I took off my blouse and if it was done under the watchful eye of a doctor it wouldn't be wrong! What logic. Cliff started massaging my clitoris and I was really getting into the swing of things and steadily rising towards my orgasm. I tried to keep it in check but knew it would come very soon. I looked over at Dr. James and he winked at me as much as to say you had better enjoy this - it is you payment for the use of your body. Cliff started to get excited too and I could just see between my legs and past his hand which was rubbing me that he had a large erection in his pants. I couldn't hold out much longer and eventually had to give in and had a glorious orgasm which resulted in me screaming out at the peak. I think I asked Cliff to fuck me, I am not sure what I said but Dr. James laughed and Cliff didn't know where to look. As Cliff stood up at the end of the table, Dr. James told him to move to the side of the table and to examine my internally and to push his fingers up inside me and then press down on my pubic hair to feel the muscle in between. He was so new he didn't even put a pair of rubber gloves on but just thrust his fingers up inside my cunt. His other hand gingerly touched my pubic hair and felt for his fingers. It was really exciting with his hand inside me and I was on the verge of cumming again. I looked over at Dr. James and he grinned at me and pointed at Cliff's erection sticking out in front of him. I understood what Dr. James meant and suddenly reached over and grabbed his cock through his pants. He really had a hard cock and as I grabbed it, he thrust his fingers further up inside me and pressed down firmly. This was all I needed and came with another shout. Dr. James thought it was a great joke. Suddenly things go really serious. Cliff still had his hand inside my cunt and he was still moving his fingers giving me wonderful sensations. Dr. James asked Cliff if her had ever had sex with a woman and Cliff hung his head and said no - he hadn't had time for that with all of his study. I could see he would be the type of person to study rather than go out for a good time. Dr. James instructed Cliff (yes, he didn't ask him, he told him) to move around between my legs and to drop his pants. Cliff was too shocked to refuse and did exactly what Dr. James asked him to do. When he dropped those pants his hard cock was probably 9 inches long and quite large in diameter. Dr. James simply told him to walk forward and to push it into my cunt! Cliff, for once, didn't hesitate and soon I had this stranger's young cock embedded in my cunt! I looked over at Dr. James but he was just grinning at me and he told me to enjoy the reward. For a man who had no previous experience, Cliff did a very good job of fucking me and I soon had a series of orgasms each one better than the last up till the time Cliff shot his load deep into my cunt. I had been fucked by a young doctor while my regular doctor watched us! All in the name of medicine. When we had recovered Dr. James suggested I get dressed and he took Cliff into the second examination room. Some five minutes later Dr. James returned alone. He smiled at me and said he knew I had enjoyed my little episode and he hoped I wasn't upset at what Cliff had done to me. I responded saying I had enjoyed the session and what did he think of Cliff as a replacement for the clinic? Dr. James grinned and said, "Unfortunately Dr. Woods has just failed what I would expect him to be able to do with a lovely patient like yourself. When I was first ready to move into practice I was asked to do exactly what I asked of him but I can tell you I did a much better job of it. Would you believe the young woman I had to examine could have been you 50 years ago - she was just like you and just as lovely. Thank you Margie for helping with Dr. Wood's tests but I am sure you would agree he wouldn't be able to deal comfortably with women of your looks and age group. Before I left his office I shyly asked Dr. James if he would require my services in the future to test more up and coming doctors and his smile told me I could look forward to some very interesting afternoons in the near future. I love Dr. James he is great and I will miss him! I also asked Dr. James about patient confidentiality and he told me he would never have cause to discuss my medical history with anyone, ever! I guess if what we did was covered by some sort of confidentiality agreement then I had better not tell my husband! I do love my husband no matter what I do which mightn't include him!