0 comments/ 16609 views/ 0 favorites Jess Ch. 01 By: Cabernetforme Chapter One - Turning 42 (Author's Note: This story is one that builds in intensity and sexual heat with each new chapter. It is also written to be a story with a certain progression so it makes sense to read it in the order it is written. It was also written primarily for women who like a story. If you have the time to, I believe you will enjoy the adventure.) * I don't know if it was turning 42 that started an amazing change in my life, but I can clearly remember the moment it began. I was standing in line at the local fresh market on my birthday and it was a cool day. I know it was cool because I questioned myself for days after that second in time to confirm to myself that what happened, happened and was not a mistaken feeling based upon climate conditions. Now, five years later, I have no doubt about that. It was I who had changed in the split of a second, or better said in the drawing of a single breath, it was definitely not the weather. My name is Jessica, but most people call me Jess, a name I inherited as a young tomboy and never really gave up. Jessica was too stylish for a girl like me. I much preferred the company of boys, and still do, but never in any other way than being one of the guys. Don't get me wrong, I'm not butch, nor did I ever have a desire for women, I just have an affinity for men as a social group. That is as long as they don't get crude, which men seem to digress to given the chance. I am a woman, but I guess I never have had the more frilly womanly characteristics. The down side of my genetic makeup has always been found in the relationship with my wonderful husband, Jon. I say wonderful because he has stuck with me through all my peculiar habits, and has abided that other side of me that I am about to tell you about. As much as I loved Jon, and as much as I thrilled in his company, I was not blessed with a sex drive to speak of. Oh sure, I enjoyed sex when we made the time. But, I never missed it when we didn't. Frankly, I could have gone my whole life without sex and would have never missed it. Sex to me was like a special meal at a great restaurant. I could live just as well without it, but I sure enjoyed it when I indulged in it. In our marriage, Jon always initiated our coming together. He would ask, or try to "schedule" a time, but invariably something else would happen and it would be postponed. When I look back upon those first 20 years of our life together, I knew Jon had a desire for sex, but could not understand how that manifested itself. I just figured he was like me. Sex would happen, when it was convenient and not as a priority. Boy, did I ever have it wrong... Now I am sure you are thinking, "Jon must not be a good lover, or, I bet she never had an orgasm." And you would be wrong. Jon was the ultimate in patience and technique and I would reach an orgasm several times during our lovemaking. They were always pleasurable, and they took some effort on Jon's part to give me, but he would do whatever it took to get me to climax, and then he would have his moment with me, usually in the missionary position, but not always. There were times when he would ask for something different and I would most always accommodate him. Looking back, I think he worked that hard in the hope I would enjoy sex so much that one day I might ask for it from him, or might become more active in the session, taking a bit of control, or endeavoring to do some of the things I have read about or seen in movies. It never happened. Sex was always an afterthought, and never a primary concern in my daily life. I must admit, I never really even thought about it. It was not like I would be standing there and all of a sudden have a sexual thought, or a desire to have sex. Well, at least not until I was standing in line at the fresh market. If you have an interest, I will fill you in on that moment and those that followed where I have entered a new world of pleasure, a world I never knew existed. "Jess, what are you going to do today"? I said aloud as I exited the shower that morning. "It is your birthday you know ", I continued as if I were having a psychsophrenic moment. The tall mirror at the end of the bathroom revealed my body to me as it did every morning. "Not bad for 42...no sagging, no folds, very few wrinkles". "All in all you have kept the figure in good shape". I said this as I held my breasts up for inspection. They are not big; B+ cuppers is what they are, the "plus" being my descriptor. I always wanted them to grow into C cups, but alas it was not meant to be. I wanted C's for a fashion statement, as a nice accessory to go with my outfits, like a great pair of earrings. Besides, C's would look much better in a heavy sweater or in a bathing suit than my B+'ers. I continued to scope out the landscape, turning a bit to glimpse the curve of my rear and how it sloped into my legs. "Not bad old girl", I said. The cheeks still defy gravity and the legs look tight. When I was 22, I attributed my shape to a great pair of jeans, now 20 years later; I know that it is due to a great set of genes. I have never been one to work hard on my body, I am among the fortunate, undeserving few who for whatever reason stay thin in spite of aging and eating. I do aerobics pretty regularly and keep fairly active throughout the day. I am sure that has helped, but I do that for relaxation not body shaping. The final stop on my self-inspection was a short glance at the dark area of kinky hair at the top of my thighs. For a woman of 42, you would think I would know this territory as well as any other...not. I consider it the same way I do a dark jungle, mysterious and foreboding. I remember once pulling back the lips of my vulva and thinking "Doctor Livingston, are you in there?" I have always considered it a non-event in my feminine garden. I do not consider it attractive and have preferred to ignore it, occasionally combing it out in an attempt to make it "pretty". Besides, what difference does aging have on a fully-grown pussy? I stretched my languid body and watched every move in the mirror. I was still supple. I was still attractive. I could still hold my own in a bikini with the younger crowd. Although their bodies screamed virgin - hard body territory, mine whispered same shape only softer. Amazingly, I felt sexy, but that is not the word I would have given it. I just reveled in the beauty of my lines and curves, and sex really had no part in it, but then again, it never did. The day was glorious, cool temps and low humidity, a perfect September day. I had chosen to wear shorts that showed off the lingering tan while it still showed, and a flower print top that tied under my breasts, revealing a little of my midsection, but not too much. I liked the blouse because it seemed to make the B's look like C's. Ah, vanity and enough exhibitionism to catch a few glances sure does make a girl feel good about herself. I met up with Marti for a bit of breakfast at the local café where they serve the best early morning fare in the area. "So, how they hanging old girl!" was her greeting as she approached the table. "They wobbling too and fro yet?" She said with a mirth grin, and a rolling of her eyes. "I will have you know that upon inspection this morning, they are firm and still point towards the ceiling." I said with a bit of levity. "Unlike some others I know who are a bit younger." I smiled "Size and gravity are worse than age." She said with a slight shake of her shoulders that caused a bit of a wave to ripple back and forth across the front of her blouse. "By the way, Happy Birthday. What is this, number 46?" "Thanks a lot. And I thought you were my friend." "I was and am, but you deserved that after that comment regarding my best asset." Marti was every man's dream girl. She had a body that screamed sensuality and although she was not pretty in the classical sense, she had a way about her that naturally said "I'm fun." Her personal landscape included a body made for magazine covers as she had curves where curves should be and length where it accented properly. Marti is a few years younger than me and far more forward. I guess that is why we have such a great friendship. We compliment like similar but vastly different spices. Although I am married, Marti never has. She says she has far too much fun being single. She jokes that one man could never satisfy her sexual appetite. We both laugh at that old line, as I am sure that cannot be true. "So, what's Jon got planned for the big day? Dinner and an orgy?" I immediately blushed a bit. "What, the thought of an evening of indulgence embarrasses you? Come on, you gotta be thinking about a little hokey-pokey on your big day. You know, ...you put his right dick in, you put his right dick out, you put his right dick in and you pound it all about..." She sang. "Marti, you can really be crude some times. " I said while blushing. " I hadn't given it much thought really, but then I rarely think of sex in advance of the moment anyway. Its not that important, but I guess if Jon is interested we can find the time." "Huh? Find the time? You have got to be kidding me. If I had a guy like Jon waiting for me at home, I would be thinking about sex all the time. Well, in fact I do think about it all the time... I would wear the cock right off of the man." "Come on Marti, no one thinks about it all the time, that is just something you read about in the romance novels. Get real." "Really?" "Really!" " I beg to disagree." She said with more than a bit of confusion written on her face, "But let's move on to the work at hand; where do we shop this morning?" And that is how the day began. It was a good beginning to a birthday; breakfast and shopping with your best friend. What I did not expect at that moment was that my secure, somewhat predictable life, where I felt fully in control was about to change forever. Jess Ch. 01 Jess – Chapter 1 One evening I was in a chatroom minding my own business in my normal way. I started chatting with this chap on a multitude of subjects and, as is usual with men, we soon got around to chatting about sex. It transpired that he was getting the same amount of sex as I was – precisely nothing! No – that is incorrect. He did have a lady friend who provided a service occasionally but he received nothing from his wife. We carried on chatting over a number of days and eventually discovered that we both had the same fantasy which we wanted to turn into reality. We were both bi curious! Subsequent conversation ascertained that Mike (for that was his name) also had another fantasy. He had a teenage daughter called Jess who was exceedingly fair of face and firm of body – how did I know? He showed me a photograph of her in a swimming pool. She was 18 and loved looking at porn on the internet! Mike's fantasy was to have the opportunity to watch her being fucked by one of his friends and then to fuck her himself whilst his friend's cum was dribbling out of her vagina! My fantasy was to suck cock and to feel warm cum flooding my mouth, whilst being watched by a woman sitting naked and masturbating herself! It was Mike who suggested that our fantasies could in fact be made reality with me sucking his cock whilst Jess watched; I would then fuck Jess and Mike would subsequently fuck his darling daughter. The problem, of course, was getting Jess to participate. ................................................................................... Several weeks later I had an excited note from Mike to say that some progress had been made. He had apparently discovered Jess looking at some porn on her laptop; Jess had expected him to blow his top but he immediately saw this as a way of satisfying our fantasies. Instead of berating her for looking at sexual images, he asked her what type of images she enjoyed most to which she replied that MMF threesomes were what turned her on most. She hastily added that she had not to date experienced a threesome. Mike then took the bull by the horns and asked Jess whether she was still a virgin. Jess went a slight shade of red but looking her father full in the face told him she was not. She had lost her virginity several months ago to her boyfriend of the time. It had not been particularly satisfying but it had got breaking her hymen out of the way. Since then she had had sex several times but nothing had been very fulfilling and she looked forward to the time when she had her first orgasm. "Have you ever thought of having a threesome?" asked Mike. "I came close to it once but chickened out at the last minute," said Jess. "What happened?" asked Mike. "I was at a party where we had been playing "Spin the bottle" for clothes. There were eight of us in the circle and each time the bottle stopped, whoever it pointed at had to remove an item of clothing. It was agreed before we started that we would play until we were all naked. I was a little reticent to start with never having been naked in a mixed group before but I did not want to appear a wimp, so I agreed. Several girls and a man lost their clothes before I had to remove my panties. It seemed strange sitting in a mixed group totally naked but no one else seemed to mind. The chap had a full erection on him and he sat there playing with himself. Eventually everyone was naked including a girl who was younger than me. Then came the shock. The host asked if we wanted to play for forfeits! I wondered what I was letting myself in for but again I went along with the crowd. The host must have been ready for this because he produced a bowl in which were a number of folded slips of paper. The host span the bottle and it landed on one of the chaps, Alan by name. He took a slip from the bowl and read it out to everyone. You could have knocked me over with a feather! It said 'Choose any person of the opposite sex and suck them off.' His eyes passed over me and stopped at the girl next to me. He put out his hand and pulled her towards him. She did not hesitate but immediately lay on the floor and bending her knees, she spread her legs. Alan knelt between her legs and started to lick her hairless pussy. I looked around and saw several people pleasuring themselves. Judy started to tremble as Alan began to make her cum. Soon she was whimpering and pushing Alan's head firmly into her cunt. My God it was so sexual – I found myself fingering my little crack. With one primeval scream Judy came, her whole body shaking with animal pleasure. The cards were dealt again and the girl opposite me lost. She pulled out a forfeit and, having read it to herself proceeded to read it out loud. 'Allow the person on your left to masturbate you until you cum.' The person to her left was a young lad, no more than 18, who turned red when he discovered what he had to do but Stephanie did not flinch. She looked around and decided that the floor was the best place to open herself up to a finger fucking. It was covered in a deep pile carpet and therefore soft to the arse. She lay down and spread her legs wide; Jonathan, with his cock at 45 degrees to the horizontal, knelt bedside her and let his hand find its way to her naked pussy. Stephanie reached out and started to caress his cock as Jonathan began to finger fuck Stephanie, his fingers sinking ever deeper with each push. Every so often he would remove his fingers and suck them, tasting her sweet juices. Slowly her body started to tremble and she stroked his cock even harder. We could all see his ball sac start to tighten and we knew what was going to happen – so did Stephanie! She pointed his cock at herself and waited. Her whimperings became louder when all of a sudden Jonathan could hold back no longer and came all over her breasts. The feel of warm creamy cum on her body must have been the trigger because at that moment Stephanie came with one almighty scream. She fell back onto the carpet and her body continued to shudder for minutes afterwards. Oh Daddy, you should have felt my fingers and my pussy; they were absolutely soaked in my juices by then and I so wanted to be shagged but I was scared of doing it with a stranger. The next person who caught a forfeit had to choose a male and a female for a MMF threesome. He chose me but I gave my apologies and left the party. What a wimp!!! I doubt if I will ever be invited there again." With which Jess apparently burst into tears. Mike took his daughter in his arms and comforted her with gentle kisses on her eyes and her lips. Gradually Jess stopped crying but still held her father close so he could feel her breasts pushing against his chest. Suddenly Jess pressed her lips against her father's lips and her tongue penetrated his mouth. Looking up at her father, Jess asked her Dad whether he had at any time had any thoughts of fucking his one and only daughter. Mike was so taken aback by this question that for a moment he could not utter a word. Before he knew it her hand was gently caressing the length of his hardened cock as it fought to get out of his trousers. He felt her fingers seize hold of his zip and pull it gently down relieving some pressure on his cock. Then he felt her hand insert itself into his trousers and, undoing the one button on his jockey shorts, her hand grasped his rampant cock. He almost came on the spot! "Do you like this, Dad?" said Jess rubbing his cock as if she had been doing it all her life. Mike said nothing but to make it easier for them both, Mike undid his trouser buckle and let his trousers fall to the floor. He knew very well that what they were doing was wrong, but his daughter had initiated it, so who was he to stop it. Jess knelt in front of him and before he knew it, his pants were falling to the floor and Jess was sucking his rock hard tool into her warm, receptive mouth. He looked down at the dark tresses of his beloved daughter and saw her head bobbing backwards and forwards as she masturbated him. How long could he last? Her hands started caressing the outside of his legs, from top to bottom and back again – so softly and gently! He could feel his ball sac start to tighten and he knew very well that shortly the warm, creamy mixture which had made her was going to erupt into her mouth. What would she do? Swallow? Spit? Oh God, here it came! He erupted into his daughter's mouth – stream after stream until his legs went weak and he had to put his hands on her head to hold himself up. He had never felt like this before. He felt Jess' mouth release his cock and looking down, he saw she was looking up at him, with white creamy cum oozing from the sides of her mouth. Putting his hands in hers, he lifted Jess to her feet; pulling her close to him he kissed his daughter, pushing his tongue into her mouth and tasting the cum which had recently been in his balls. The kiss lasted many minutes and Mike could feel his cock growing again, pushing against his daughter's crotch. "Do you want to fuck me, Dad?" asked Jess, her hand dropping to grasp his now rigid cock in her hand again. "I do, my darling, but I have this fantasy which I would like to see satisfied and going by what has happened today, that fantasy is much nearer than I ever thought possible." Jess looked at her father quizzically. "Tell me more," she said. "For sometime now I have had the desire to fuck you but I have a greater wish to watch a man push his hard cock into your beautiful body and fill you with his cum. Then, and only then, would I penetrate you and make you my sex slave. In the meantime I have gradually gained this need to suck a man's cock." Mike looked at his daughter to gauge her reaction to his words. Still caressing his cock with her hand, Jess said,"Tell me more." "I have met this chap on the internet," continued Mike, "He also is bi curious and would like to suck my cock whilst you watch and then fuck you if you are willing to play along with our fantasies. Dare I ask what you think?" "If you are not going to fuck me tonight, Dad, then I want you to undress me and suck my cunt until I cum. Then I will tell you what I think." Mike looked at his daughter with adoring eyes and proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes until he stood before her stark naked. His cock was rampant. Slowly he undid the buttons on her blouse until he could see the white material of the bra which held her delicious mounds in place. Pushing the material from her shoulders he watched as her blouse fell to the carpet. Her trousers quickly followed. Taking her hand, Mike led Jess to her bedroom. "Undress for me, please," said Mike and then proceeded to watch as his daughter removed her bra revealing her firm, young breasts. Then her hands moved down to her panties and she pushed them down her long legs until they fell away revealing her smooth, white pussy. She stood there revelling in her father's gaze. She could not take her eyes from her father's cock. She had seen several before today but none as hard as his. She knew what it felt like in her mouth – she could not wait to feel it inside her body, pumping seed into her womb. Seed which had made her! "Lie down, my darling", he said. "Let me look at you naked on the bed." Jess lay flat on her back and let her hands run up and down her naked flesh. Every so often she would let her fingers caress her smooth, white cunt and feel the dampness slowly starting to ooze from her vagina. She could see her father's eyes enveloping her from head to toe. "Come and suck me, Dad, I am ready for you." Mike climbed up onto the bed. Jess bent her legs and spread her knees fully opening her love canal to her father's lustful gaze. He moved his head down between her open legs and began to gently lick the very essence of her sex. He felt the juices start to flow more freely and her hands grab his hair and pull him closer into her pussy. He felt her whole body start to tremble as his tongue pushed into her vagina. He allowed his hands to slide up her body and he took her breasts in his cupped hands for the first time. Her breasts were young and firm; her nipples were aroused by his fingers and became hard under his touch. He could feel his cock pushing into the bed; soon he would cum again if he lost control. Suddenly he felt Jess' body spasm under his tongue and she screamed his name as she experienced her best orgasm so far. The spasms continued for several minutes as Mike continued to lick her pussy lips and caress her breasts. He rolled away from her and pulled her gently towards him, until they both lay enveloped in each other's arms. "Now Dad, what were you saying about a threesome?" To be continued Jess Ch. 01 Jess looked down at the paperwork, away from the door, on the first glimpse of Alan striding through it. He was born and bred in Hong Kong and looked as though he owned the place. The girls in the office forgave any hint of arrogance seeing it as his right to a confidence he deserved. His shoulders tapered down to a slim waist and a nice muscular bottom. Jess didn't have to look to know this for she had seen him often enough and the girls would soon chatter about what he was wearing. It wasn't just his body that was impressive his mind was sharp too. Hence promotion to office manager while only twenty-five. Jess was twenty-three but less confident and less experienced and less everything compared to him. She looked away knowing her face would redden with embarrassment if he caught her staring. In a whirlwind of activity he came and went. A collective sigh followed him as the girls let go of chests held out. Jess wondered at their audacity, even the married women eyed him up, though less obviously. "He's gone, you can relax Jess," Dora giggled. "He was wearing that Italian suit, the sharp one that shows off his long legs and cute bottom," she sighed. The exaggerated sigh was all show, or at least Jess hoped it was for the girl was engaged. "Are you sure I can't introduce you to my cousin? He's good looking but not as handsome as Alan," she cooed. They teased her a little but soon gave up on her as a lost cause. Jess was shy but even despite that there wasn't the slightest chance he would notice her. She could dance on the desk and he would probably just turn away to talk business with someone. She respected that. He was building a career not a social network or a harem. She coughed covering up a silly giggle from the very idea of it -- he had a harem right here in the office. She wondered if he was aware of their infatuation and just knew he would be shocked over their rude comments. Some of the girls were outrageous. Surely they didn't do such bad things even with a husband. Perhaps they were just shocking her. "Here Jess, a banana for lunch," Dora said, pushing one onto the desk. Jess felt hot from a blush of bright pink to her cheeks. From a previous conversation she knew what they were getting at. She had revealed a complete lack of knowledge about such things. "No thank you, I'm on a diet," she said. She dare not be offensive as they were good friends, usually. "If you can't manage it I'll try it," Dora teased her. She proceeded to unzip the banana and eat it in a suggestive manner. "Stop it some one will see," Jess hissed at her. "I need the practice for when I get married," Dora said and winked. "You won't really do that will you?" Jess asked and wished she hadn't. "If it keeps him happy, why not, I don't want him straying. You know what men are like, oh! No! You don't," she giggled. "Don't be so annoying!" Jess scolded her. "You're five years older than me yet you know nothing, why?" Dora asked. "There's nothing wrong with me if that's what you mean," she stated and turned back to her work, in a huff. Jess had a perfect smooth youthful complexion with dark shining long hair. In the office she kept it up but outside would let it down almost to her slim waist. Her tummy was kept firm and flat from budgeting rather than dieting. Eating frugally and walking part way to the office kept her trim and toned without a workout at an expensive gym. She too had sacrificed the time needed to build relationships, preferring to dedicate herself to building a career. She came to Hong Kong to university from Macau and simply stayed after getting this job. Looking after parents had set her back, but even so it would be difficult to catch up with the likes of Alan. She knew she was inexperienced but there was plenty of time for that sort of thing. The morning dragged on and she worked through lunch. Jess was looking forward to a night out with the girls. Instead of making her way back across the island to her apartment she changed at a friends place. "You can't wear that!" Dora exclaimed. "Why not? What's wrong?" she asked with a look of dismay. It was bad enough changing in front of her, what now? "You've worn it before and it's too old fashioned. Here try this," she said, smiling with confidence. Despite protests it had to be tried on. Unfortunately it fit but she didn't feel confident like her friend at all. "It's too short, too tight," Jess complained. "It's perfect! You look better in it than me," Dora said, with a petulant look. "You have to wear it I won't take no for an answer," she told her. In that dress Jess had to wear a thong, which was uncomfortable, but she had to admit it did something for her. She felt sexy! Unfortunately that would evaporate as soon as they stepped outside where she would feel self-conscious. The university girls were going out celebrating a full year since leaving. Two from the office would be there including Dora. There would be safety in numbers and she didn't drink so relaxed, a little. "OK! Thanks, its nice," she admitted. The little black dress was a classic and looked a perfect fit hugging the contours of her body as though made for her. Dora was about to tell her she looked very sexy but knew it would only put her off. They made their way to a bar to meet up and forced Jess to drink a cocktail. "Just relax for once Jess," they chorused. Another bar and another cocktail left Jess ready to go back to her apartment. They couldn't let her go home alone so dragged her along to a Karaoke bar. She was happy to sit and watch them make fools of themselves enjoying the pleasant atmosphere of friends laughing together over old times. Jess gave a start almost falling from the stool. "Hi everyone, you having fun?" Alan asked. Alan put has hand on her bare shoulder sending fizzing pleasure through her entire body. The girls giggled and gathered around him almost shoving her off the stool again but he gripped her shoulder. They laughed at his jokes each getting a little attention which seemed to satisfy their egos. Unlike Jess they knew how far to flirt and respond to his smiles and naughty patter. She hadn't seen him like this he seemed so alive and vital. "Careful!" he exclaimed. Alan grabbed a hold of Jess when someone almost knocked her off the stool yet again. "It's you, Jess, how you doing?" She was flattered he recognised and remembered her name. Of course he did, he knew everyone. Not just the girls but the business partners, customers, employees and even suppliers. He networked constantly to build a career. "I'm fine," she stammered. "She's had two drinks and is ready for home," Dora told him. "The night has just begun!" he scolded her playfully. "I have to prepare a report tomorrow, I need to keep a clear head," she explained. "Good! Very good," he smiled. "It's a pity the others don't treat their work so seriously as you, Jess," he spoke quietly to her. He still gripped her arm and it felt as warm and strong as his voice. The others had turned away at the mention of work expecting he would too. "Do you really want to go home?" he asked. The serious concern in his voice touched her but all she could do was nod. She was already shy in his presence and now he was standing so close it was overwhelming. Two girls from the office were looking at them talking close and quietly, excluding the others. She realised they had envious looks on their faces. It was that which made her nod when he offered to escort her home. He held onto an arm leading her out to a taxi. How was it he could get a taxi so easily? Did everything come to him so effortlessly? Once in the taxi she realised it was going to be embarrassing giving the address to the driver. She lived in a small one room apartment on a block that prostitutes used. That was why it was so cheap, meaning she could save more. He didn't say a word or show the slightest indication of distaste when she gave the driver the destination. She hoped he would ask to be dropped off somewhere but kept her chatting with questions about her past and ambitions for the future. They arrived all too soon and she expected him to stay in the taxi. It was a surprise when he helped her out of the taxi. She had to say something besides thanks for the ride and goodnight. "Would you like a cup of tea," she asked. He seemed amused and wondered if he was laughing at her. "That would be very nice, Jess," he said. The way he said her name made her shiver. He put an arm around her as though it was a cold night but even the river air was warm. It was her apartment but he guided her up the stairs which were ill lit, the lights still not fixed. Though she knew every step she leaned on him feeling his strong arm holding her, feeling his firm body guiding her. It may have been a cheap one room apartment but she kept it clean and tidy and had decorated it with posters of far away exotic places; discards from travel agencies. She wished she had spent some precious savings on richer decorations. The bed was an offending item, large, unavoidably dominating the room. He sat on a chair, her chair, and she felt privileged that he was there. She held out a cup, the best cup, of fine bone china. His hand touched hers sending a little thrill through her entire body. It was stupid to be so effected but she was moved, and thoroughly enjoyed it. "That dress suits you, you look ravishing," Alan told her. "Thank you," she said, lowering her eyes in embarrassment. She stood there before him with a cup in her hand feeling silly for there was nowhere to sit. He stood up and took the cup from her hand placing it on the table. He lifted her chin with a hand forcing her to look at him. "You look good enough to eat," he told her, with an intense seriousness. She didn't know what to say. It would be stupid to say thank you again. She smiled instead hoping it would be enough. "Don't you ever relax? I've never heard you laugh, do you know that?" he told her. "We can sit there both of us, or should I sit on the floor?" he laughed. He wasn't laughing at her or the apartment, he seemed to understand. He sat down with her and she felt guilty they were sitting on her bed. He wrapped an arm around her thin body pulling tight. She closed her eyes just as firmly. This was wrong she didn't know him well enough! She hadn't expected this but wanted it, wanted him. He kissed her and she kissed him back. Her hands were all over him wrapping her arms around him pulling him close as though in deep water and might drown without him. The floodwaters of her need, held back for so long had broken free, swamping the remaining reticence. She reacted to his every touch and he knew where to touch. Unaware he had lifted the little dress he leaned between her legs and pulled her panties to one side. She felt his mouth on her pussy and cried out. She was looking at his penis for he had managed to caress her and remove his trousers; she remembered helping strip them off and gasped at the audacity of it. It was all happening so quickly she her mind couldn't keep up. They were laying side by side head to toe, how did that happen? He was freeing such a deep need her body was moving from his guidance without consulting her conscience, bypassing a strict moral code altogether. His cock was in her face! She moved her face onto his cock nuzzling it. Only half aware of what she was doing she kissed it then sucked it into her mouth. He was already sucking her pussy entirely into his mouth so she sucked him in too. It was too big! Dora hadn't explained what to do in detail and Jess did like details. Oh! How she liked what he was doing to her. "Yes! Oh! Yes!" she exclaimed. She began to climax. She tightened her legs needing to close them about his head and capture that wicked tongue delving in so delightfully. He held her legs apart while working on her swollen labia, sucking it in then rubbing her clit with a finger. Her whole body was driven by a climax of sensations driving her on to squirm in ecstasy while he gripped her tight. He kept on driving her wild. She wanted more, wanted to be filled, wanted him to fuck her. He moved her whole body around while she was helpless, on the cusp of another orgasm. She felt his cock nudge her sex. "No! Please! I'm not on the pill," she wailed. He got up and went to the fridge. All she could do was lay there hoping she hadn't spoilt it, hadn't disappointed him. She was still shaking ready to orgasm at the slightest provocation. It was as though she were waiting for permission; his slightest touch would set her off. She felt a cold sensation on her bottom spreading between her cheeks over her pussy. What was he doing? It was good and she trusted his experience. The contrast between her heat and this cold substance emphasised her sex, enhanced the sensations of his fingers massaging her down there. She saw the wrapping paper and realised he was rubbing her with cold cooking fat. She didn't know what it meant but it felt good with a more sensitive touch of those wonderful cold fingers. One hand spread her cheeks while a finger pushed at her asshole with a thumb rubbing her clit. The feelings were intense. "Relax little honey pot," he whispered in her ear. How could she relax while spread out bottom up over the bed with her legs splayed for him to see everything! The intensity of sensations kept her on the edge. She needed to cum. "Make me cum, please. Oh! Please let me cum," she begged. The disgrace of this dire pleading brought her closer though she was completely unaware that humiliation heated her up. A finger entered her asshole and she tightened up immediately but he was patient, ready to teach her. There was no choice for he kept her on the edge for so long she would do anything to reach an orgasm. He moved up her back with tongue and lips gently caressing, all the time fingers massaged around her anus and into that dark passage. She felt something bigger push at her little hole. "Relax, let me in and you can cum, my little virgin," he whispered in her ear. She moaned in turmoil. "I need to cum, please," she wailed. She couldn't let him have her pussy. She was letting him down after he had given her so much pleasure. She didn't think she could let him do that to her either. Not even the girls in the office had mentioned this! Not even as a joke had they mentioned letting a man bugger them. She moaned from his manipulation of her clit and that devil of a finger. The head of his cock pushed at her greased asshole and she wailed painfully. It was in! The sensation of pain was so close to the pain of desperation they blurred into one. She felt his hardness slide up inside, ever so slowly. "That's it my lovely virgin ass. You are so tight, grip me hard, that's it!" he grimaced the words directly into her ear. Being buggered was a great humiliation but she was turned on by it just a little. It was easy to ignore the action while pretending to endure it. Not for long though. She felt a mixture of shame, fear, pain and excitement all rolled into one sensational arousal! It was also a relief that he was enjoying her body. He was taking her! She was a virgin again for Alan to break! This man who could have anyone of her friends was taking her, making love to her. She pretended it was her vagina not wanting to believe he was buggering her. "Fuck me, Alan, fuck me, make me cum," she panted. She didn't need to grip him as it was so tight he had to move slowly or break her in two. "I must cum, please fuck me," she begged him. She needed it to be over yet wanted to feel him cum inside her body. She at last felt him stiffen inside as well as his legs spasm and push hard. She braced her body then felt a spurt and he was pumping his seed into her. A wave of pain flushed her but it was soon forgotten with another orgasm. She lay panting. With every gush of breath she told him. "I've cum! I've cum!" He collapsed on her back pushing her into the covers. She wanted to feel his weight on her but more than that she wanted to wrap her arms around him to feel his body in a tight embrace. He slid to her side and pulled her on top of him wrapping her frail body in his. She trembled from the after shock of multiple orgasms. *** Jess awoke in his arms not daring to stir in-case she disturbed him. She watched his face memorising its shape and texture. He looked serene, at peace. She shifted her hips to a more comfortable position after feeling a pain in her bottom. He had taken her virgin ass and despite the misgivings felt it belonged to him. The idea her body was his was powerful but it was a worry what he would do with it. After what she had let him do would he find her unsuitable and reject her? After so easily taking her surely he would think she was too easy and therefore unworthy. He must think she was terrible for letting him bugger her. Even thinking that word made her wince with fright and something more, not just pain or distaste. Why didn't it disgust her? Alan stirred and stretched awake. She dare not look at him. With eyes averted she spoke. "Would you like a cup of tea?" she asked. As she tried to slip away he grabbed an arm to pull her face close, kissing her lips roughly. It felt as though he was just helping himself to her body and she loved it. She opened her mouth letting him explore; she felt he was taking her again. Feeling strong hands on her breasts she pushed onto them for him to squeeze and pinch both nipples. "Do you want me or the tea?" she giggled. "Both! Everything! I want all of you, your mind and body both," he laughed. Jess was jubilant. It was clear he was not about to abandon her as a one night stand. He said he wanted her and it left a giddy happiness embracing her very being. She would find out what he liked and do it, whatever it was. The girls were right there wasn't anything too shameful to contemplate when in love. She fed him what meagre rations were to hand, not wanting to leave his side to stock up the fridge. He too wouldn't leave, not even to buy condoms. She didn't say anything but hoped he wouldn't expect her to have sex without the pill or any sort of protection. She wondered if the will to resist was available when he had the experience to work her up into such a frenzy of desire. Seeming to read her thoughts he held her tight and whispered in an ear. "Don't look worried I'll look after you. My little virgin asshole is broken now, is it sore?" he asked. "Yes a little," she said. It seemed so outrageous to be discussing her bottom with a man from the office, yet it was possible with him, after being so intimate. They were both naked on the bed having eaten and drank their fill. She could see he was ready and felt it hard against a thigh. She watched him walk toward the fridge with a large pole leading the way. It bounced as he took each step. It was fascinating. Even when he turned back with a cold can she brazenly watched it approach, closer and closer, unable to avert her eyes. Like the leaning Tower of Pisa it hung over her dominating her whole being. He shook it by wiggling his hips and she gasped. He was looking at her expression - mesmerised by the sight of his cock - enjoying the attention. He knew it was large, for he had been told it was, but never experienced this reaction before. She seemed overwhelmed, couldn't take her eyes off it. A big smile took over his face which couldn't be wiped away. It turned to a frown on remembering how frightened she had been when he was close to entering her pussy. Other things added up to become clear, she was a virgin, or very inexperienced. Of course it was to be expected she was afraid when he took her ass for there were few women with experience and fewer still enjoyed it. To be a complete virgin at her age was unusual so maybe she was just inexperienced. It worried him for a moment but then the thought of guiding her along the path he enjoyed overrode concerns for her sensitivity. Jess Ch. 01 Jess looked up at him past the huge cock that dominated her view. She felt frail and subdued by it. "Turn over," he told her. The firm tone of voice was enough but he pulled the coverlet from under her body spinning her body round. He rolled the cold can over her cheeks and she squealed with feigned protests. He held her down with a hand on her back while she kicked out. She was laughing and cavorting trying to get away. "Stop it that's cold," she stated the obvious, while making a show of escaping without achieving anything. She felt him spread her legs effectively stopping the thrashing around knowing what was to come. The cold can froze her asshole and she started squealed all over again. The laughter was more from embarrassment than from pain and something unexpected, happiness. It seemed as long as he paid attention to her it wouldn't matter what he did, she would love it. He lifted her legs and rolled the cold can over her pussy squishing her swelling lips against the can. Jess squirmed less in case he dropped her and she did so want him to enjoy her body. A friend's advice about keeping him happy, doing what he liked to keep him, weighed heavily upon her. That he could see everything between the legs and was touching it so audaciously left her feeling embarrassed. This feeling inflamed her so she felt hypocritical and this too heated her up. Her pussy was so puffy and open surely he must see how much he aroused her. This was terrible yet she was enjoying the naughtiness so much. Alan held her on the bed while massaging grease between her cheeks. This time she was aware why he was doing it and became afraid once more. Jess lay perfectly still letting him work the grease over her ass and pussy. She felt a finger swan around the puckered little hole, feeling intense pleasurable sensations. Why was he doing this to her? Was it because she wasn't on the pill? Must she sacrifice her body and moral standards to keep his interest? Was he taking advantage of her inexperience? The painful ideas meshed with the pain from a bruised bottom. The coldness helped sooth the bruised ass which told her he had experience of this so it wasn't her fault, he liked it. The grease helped too. She tried to relax this time, knowing she wouldn't be damaged just bruised. A cold finger gently worked its way into her bottom. She breathed deeply trying to relax. It took awhile but he was patient enough to wait. He felt that little puckered hole relax around a finger so eased another inside. Ever so slowly he managed to push the two fingers in as far as they would go. He had been playing with her clit bringing her breathing up a rate until she panted in rhythm with the exploring fingers. She seemed to be forgetting about the pain and he eased more grease into her hole. He wanted it so badly it was difficult to refrain from simply jumping her. He wanted to burrow his cock deep inside driving it hard and furiously into that tight hole. Deciding to keep her he would have to be patient and be careful, teaching her how to take him. He was experienced enough to know these feelings weren't love they were driven by passion. It would come to him though. A deeper more serious and intense feeling would overtake him; feelings overflowing with heartache that was love. Jess felt the head of his cock ease into her asshole. This time it pained less and she hoped the journey upward would be easier too. She wanted his cock in her pussy but was just as fearful of that too. The consequences could be so much more threatening with her whole world collapsing if she became pregnant. The pain sensitised the passage so that every movement was felt. This time she didn't become as excited. It was more than endurance, more like acceptance, while waiting for him to finish. He collapsed upon her back sated after making use of her body. She didn't mind not experiencing an orgasm this morning and it was surprising how pleased she felt from having served him like this. He rolled her up into his arms telling her all sorts of nice things, how beautiful she was and such a respectful woman, how considerate. "You know how to look after your man, do you want me to be your man?" he asked. Her face lit up with pure pleasure. Her heart skipped a beat, continuing to thump hard in her chest. It was difficult to breath. "Yes, Alan, that would be wonderful," she gushed. She had been pleased enough on finding him still there in the morning, half expecting him to regret their spontaneous tryst and be off before she awoke. That he still wanted her in the morning and was now looking to the future, this was too perfect. Hold on, she was pushing things too far. "Have you got plans for today? Lets spend it together, getting to know each other," he suggested. There was nothing more she could possibly want to do yet it felt like an order, or at least something impossible to refuse especially when confronted by such enthusiasm. He was always steady and controlled in the office, though the energy and enthusiasm always shone through becoming infectious to a whole team working with him. Little did they know how sexy and naughty he could be! The girls in her office thought he was sexy but if they knew how depraved he was they would be shocked. She still was a little, no a lot. She was surprised at how easily she had given in to him after what he had done to her. That was unfair for she hadn't just let it happen, not fought against it, but enthusiastically joined in. How could she have done those bad things? They took a taxi for he was too impatient to wait for a bus. The luxury of it left her feeling rich and special. It wasn't that she couldn't afford one it just seemed a frivolous waste of money; but now she was with him. They ate then shopped. At first she couldn't let him buy her clothes but he insisted. At his insistence she hesitantly emerged from a small changing room. "This is too short, I'm not used to it," she said, looking sheepish. Jess wanted to please him but the light summer dress was too low cut and too short. "You're not used to the style that's all. Walk around, take a look at something else, you'll soon get to feel comfortable," he told her. The hesitant walk around the store left her feeling vulnerable but he was there to protect her. At first she quietly looked around expecting others to stare but he was right, no one noticed so she became used to the brief garment. It was a light summer dress and there wasn't much of it to ensure modesty so she would have to be careful. If this was what he wanted then it could become passable. He paid for the dress as well as some new underwear too. The assistant looked at her with a look between envy and surprise that a boyfriend was troubling to pick her clothes. "Can she use the changing room to slip into these?" he asked. The girl smiled, nodding her head at him as most women did. Jess felt a moment of jealousy which turned to pride that he had chosen her. It left her feeling more determined to please him, especially as he was paying for the clothes. Instead of changing into a more suitable dress he handed over the underwear. It worried her she might have to wear the little thing to the car. "Go on, get changed and quickly. We've more to do yet," he cajoled her. It was even more difficult to leave the changing room this time. The underwear was soft and comfortable but again there was less of it than she was used to. The bra pushed up her breasts but didn't cover them which was naughty in that thin cotton dress. If she wasn't careful too much cleavage would be shown off and even her nipples. The thong cupped her pussy in a purse of soft cotton, but that was all it covered. Jess felt so awkward standing before him waiting for his approval. All she wanted to do was get home out of sight as soon as possible. If any of her friends saw her dressed like this they would be shocked. The assistant strolled over with a receipt they left at the counter. The young girl looked at Jess with an appraising eye leaving her feeling all the more awkward. "What do you think?" Alan asked. Jess wished he hadn't asked, it made her feel as though she were a manikin on display. "Turn around, show her the dress," Alan commanded. Before she could stop him he lifted the hem showing off the panties. Jess just stood there stunned. "Do you think these are suitable?" Alan asked. "We can't take them back now they've been worn," the assistant stated firmly. They were ignoring her as though she didn't count, wasn't even there. "That's OK! I was just wondering if there is anything better to wear under this dress," he asked. Jess could see he was teasing the young woman, but she didn't seem perturbed. Jess was though. In the changing room this would be embarrassing enough but out in the store before a large mirror it was humiliating. They were both looking at the little thong and the naughty game was attracting the attention of others. A couple of women were wondering what was going on, trying not to be noticed, not staring but sneaking a look. "Well, she seems to be rather full in that thong so it might become uncomfortable. I'll see what else we have," the assistant casually commented. Alan gave her the hem to hold up and made her turn around. She closed her eyes when facing the mirror not wanting to see the little thong pulled between her cheeks. "Here try these. They are the same size but a larger fit over the lips," the assistant said. She sounded like a helpful assistant discussing shoe sizes, not how well the panties fit. The new thong was handed to her and it was clear she was to change into them right there in the store. She looked meaningfully at Alan pleading to be let out of the dreadful game. With the hem only just covering her thighs it was difficult to modestly change the panties in front of them. He again lifted the hem for them both to examine the crotch of her panties. "That looks better, though she seems to be outgrowing these too," he chuckled. Jess could feel it was true! Her lips were flowering with excitement. It was upsetting to be shown off like this and a complete surprise that she was so excited. She felt numb, retreating from the humiliating situation. He guided her with a firm grip showing off her bare ass to this stranger. He then bent her over! She had meant to do as she was told to please him but this was going too far! "They look good from the rear, shows off her lovely ass. What do you think?" he asked. "Nice! The string shouldn't be too tight otherwise they become uncomfortable," she told him. Jess drew in a deep breath of astonishment knowing the soft fingers pulling at the string of cotton between her cheeks weren't his. Instead of standing up and running for cover she stayed bent over, where he had placed her, too frightened to move. The young woman was fingering her! While pretending to examine the fit of her panties the damn woman was stroking her asshole with a long finger nail. He could see what she was doing but pretending not to notice. "Are they suitable do you think, no hurry, we can try others if you like," Alan told the assistant. "She's already very wet. I'd recommend a reinforced gusset, something more absorbent," the young woman commented. Jess cringed, mortified from having such intimate details of her body discussed so openly with a complete stranger. Alan knew the young woman well, knowing too she would catch on to the game and play along. He also knew she would appreciate appraising Jess's crotch. As promised she brought over a pair of sensible knickers. This time there was plenty of room in the crotch for her to delve in without being too obvious. A long finger slid into her pussy lubricating it enough to slide it up her ass. She had taught Alan the technique. She rubbed Jess's clit with a strong thumb while a finger explored her ass. Jess opened her eyes wide in surprise. When they focused she could see two women openly staring at her from behind a rack of clothes. It was obvious what the young woman was doing to her from the movements of her arm. Her legs became weak and she was terrified to think she might cum right there before everyone. That dreadful thought held her back. How she could have become so susceptible to these two was a mystery but despite everything she was still unable to move or defend herself. It seemed like an age but eventually the woman pulled sticky fingers from Jess and straightened the panties. "I can see they're more practical, I'll let her wear them," Alan told the assistant. "We'll take the others too, of course." The woman took hold of Jess's chin and pushed both fingers into her mouth. Jess stood there slack jawed not knowing what to do. The woman wiped her fingers over her tongue and lips then dried them on the hem of the dress. She took a hold of one breast to pinch an engorged nipple pushing through the thin fabric. The woman watched Jess's face wince in pain but not the slightest sound was heard. Both nipples stood proud of the dress which she had feared might happen. Alan moved close and embraced her. "You did well pet," he said quietly into her neck while holding her tight. She had passed a test of some sort but didn't feel victorious, rather the opposite, she felt defeated. If this was the sort of thing he wanted she was out of her depth and should run and hide from him. She also needed to find out why her body was so aroused and why she had capitulated to them so easily. They went for a coffee where again he was recognised as a regular and yet again Jess became jealous of a woman serving seeing her flirt outrageously. She just hoped there wouldn't be any surprises here. She couldn't relax even when it became evident the ordeal was over. The dress was too short to be sitting on a stool at a high counter and the guys serving could see down its top. "Come on, we've more shopping to do," he told her. They walked to an out of the way store with every step further from the car, meaning they would have to walk past far too many people on the way back. As soon as they walked in Jess gave a shudder. Never before had she been into a sex shop. Here too Alan was greeted like an old friend. Jess stood behind him trying not to be noticed or look at the range of bizarre clothing. As for the equipment it was all too much to take in. The tall imposing woman was dressed in a tight leather outfit decorated with chains meant to be intimidating, and it worked on Jess as it did frighten her. Not listening to their conversation she clung onto him as they walked over to a cabinet. "This will fit the bill, or should I say the anus," the woman laughed. Her head went back and shoulders heaved with the laughter. At the word 'anus' Jess took notice. The cabinet was unlocked and a box handed over to Alan, with her eyes following every movement wondering what it might contain with the distinct feeling it was meant for her. "As a novice this smaller set will be better. Do you want to fit one now?" the woman asked casually. How could they be so casual about such an ordeal? In the previous store she had been humiliated now this! On high heels she tottered after him grateful to be leaving the imposing woman behind. Out of the corner of an eye she saw with relief the woman attend to another customer, so at least this one wouldn't be adding to her shame. At the back of the store he guided her into a changing room. "Slip those panties off, Jess," he told her. Again it sounded like an order but his use of her name sent a thrill through her body as it always did. Reluctantly she slipped them off and stood rigid with hands to her sides. A quiver of her bottom lip revealed how scared she was. "Turn around and bend over that chair," he told her. The touch of his hand on her back was enough to have her bent over. Despite where she was the touch of his fingers on her bottom sensitised her body, arousing an already heated sex. It was astonishing how sexed up she was to his every touch, to every naughty game he played with her. Feeling grease being rubbed between the cheeks was no longer a surprise or mystery, she knew what was going on and hoped it wouldn't be too painful. The wonderful hand rubbed her mons and lips, seeming to engulf her crotch then fingers pushed easily into a wet pussy. It felt soaking wet, obviously from a whole morning being teased. He heard her breathing become ragged. Feeling she was ready, from a finger up her ass, he pressed a butt plug at her asshole. He had warmed it so as not to startle, so the sphincter wouldn't contract. As though it were a finger he eased it in. The butt plug popped in Jess's asshole, still sore from losing her virginity the night before. Her asshole closed around the narrow neck holding it in place. The soft rubber hood nestled between her cheeks so that she wouldn't have too much trouble coping with it, or so he had been told. Walking or even sitting with it in wouldn't be too difficult. "Hope it isn't too uncomfortable," he said. "No it's OK," Jess said. Hell! What was she saying! He had just pushed something up her ass. What was she to do now? Thoughts rushed through her head like an express train. Before she could examine one arrived then screeched away in terror. How was she to run from here with this thing up her ass? How was she to get home? That was where she needed to be; at home tucked up in bed away from this nightmare. Alan put his arms around her and kissed her forehead. "I'm glad to have found you, you're wonderful," he told her. The great wash of emotion shook her. The faith in him that had been dwindling to nothing was suddenly renewed whole, maybe with even greater passion. Tears welled up in her eyes and he kissed them away. "Do you want to be with me?" he asked. "Yes," she mumbled. "Yes I do," she repeated with enthusiasm. It was a surprise to be so unforgiving, to push aside all those reservations that had been building. Even though she was aware of how he affected those around him she was willing to throw away the doubts, to give in to what he wanted. He pulled at the dress fussing over it as though she could be made presentable in such a little garment. "Take small steps until you get used to it," he told her. She wondered if anything he did to her would ever be a surprise or abhorrent again. He was patient as she timorously moved through the store. He had an arm around her waist, guiding and supporting her. The other hand held a bag containing the torture instruments and a tube of gel. He was right. By the time they made it to the car she was somewhat used to the intrusion in her ass. He had lavished the gel on her bottom which eased the soreness as well as making the thing bearable. With every step she was reminded she was his. At least that was what she told herself. The tricky business of getting into the car then sitting in it had to be faced. He held on easing her in like an infant, with one hand on her head and the other sliding her in. Ever so gently her bottom touched down upon the seat. He held her weight a moment then she felt her cheeks flatten a little and the butt plug push tight up inside her asshole. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It wasn't too painful. Jess could cope with it so again she could keep him happy by doing as he commanded. She wondered how long this would last for she was way out of her depth and expected a demand that went too far. What then, would he give her up? They toured a supermarket discussing, discovering and picking foods they both liked. She would enjoy cooking for him. On seeing an obviously newly acquainted couple she sighed. Alan and she must look like them, an ordinary couple in the first flush of a relationship, getting to know each other. Did that young woman have a butt plug stuck up her ass? She doubted it. The thought made her feel special; she was doing something exceptional for her lover, proving she was his. Jess Ch. 02 Chapter Two – The Fresh Market Marti and I spent most of the morning and early afternoon sifting through the local "young women's" clothing stores. "Young women's" is another word for "Girl's hips, cheaply made, fashionable, and overpriced", but that never stopped any woman from shopping in them. You see, even though we get older, we still want to wear younger. The higher prices means lower size numbers for larger sizes. I really wear a size 4, but in these stores and at these prices, I am a size 2. And, of course, everything is "On Sale" which just turns a woman's desire on edge. Even though we know it is a grossly inflated price marked down to double its real value, it makes us feel good. It is like setting our clocks forward several minutes so we will be on time. It is self-delusional marketing and sales at its very best. I bought a couple chic outfits for myself, as it was my birthday. The best I could say for them was that they were perky. I decided that being perky and 42 is not a bad thing. It is almost like saying young, which at 42 is a good thing. We did wander through a Victoria's Secret (for Marti's benefit) in the mall, and I did pick up a set of lacy dark purple panties and bra. I liked the color as it accented my dark black hair and seemed to bring out the blueness of my eyes. Marti picked up an outfit that could only be called "slightly sluttish" as it was designed not for wearing, but for removal by someone other than ones self. It had peek-a-boo panels for her breasts that were held in place by a small lace loop (one that would release easily). Although I did not get close enough to see, I swear the panties had a slice down the front that would open up like a fly on men's pants only without a zipper. "Jess, you sure will look elegant in that outfit, if anyone ever sees you out of your clothes." Marti said with a bit of sarcasm in her voice. "If I can keep mine on for more than a few minutes, it will be worth every dime." Marti said as she poked her finger through the front slot of the panties, twirled them around on her finger and let out a few faked moans. The girl has no shame. The day was only getting better as the blue skies gave way to warm sunshine. It felt good to be alive and walking in the splendor of the day, but alas, it was time to go home. We had one more stop to make; the Fresh Market. The fresh market was nothing special, although the smells of the fresh fruit and vegetables at every turn of an aisle made it a place I loved to wander, breathing in every different earthy tone I could. Marti and I had decided that after several hours of clothes shopping, we both wanted to pick up some food to replenish our respective food stocks. I had my basket partially full of beautiful salad fixings and was standing in line to pay when I felt a small spasm inside my vagina. Immediately I felt a warm lubrication between my legs and a small gasp escaped my lips. Fortunately, no one heard me. With every movement of my legs, I could intensely feel both the obvious ease of the movement due to the lubrication, as well as a growing itch inside me that made my body flush, and a sweat to break out everywhere at once. My immediate thought was I was coming down with something, not that I was "cumming" down with something. The more I tried to ignore the feeling, the more it made itself known. Within a few seconds, I went from being a completely normal person to having my full attention directed to a part of my body that never spoke up, my pussy. It could not have demanded more of my undivided attention than if I had been stung there by a bee. I turned slightly towards the candy stands and away from everyone's direct eyesight and casually, but urgently, and with great pressure, scratched the front of my shorts, directly where the feeling was emanating from. I saw a million fireflies. The feeling took my breath away, and I again felt the spasm that had started this, only far stronger. I actually staggered a bit, grabbed the candy stand to keep my balance, and felt my eyes roll up as I let out a soft whimper. OH! I was ORGASMMING right here in the check out line! There was no other thing it could be. There is no other feeling like it, but it had never happened outside of 20 minutes of dedicated work by Jon in the confines and privacy of our bedroom. And, it persisted like a mosquito bite that had just been lightly scratched. Instead of being satisfied, it just fired it up. To top it off, I noticed (as everyone within a country mile would have also) that my nipples were trying their hardest to push right through my bra and blouse. It was everything I could do to not reach down the front of my shorts and masturbate furiously something I had not done for a long, long time. "Is this all you need?" The clerk's words pulled me out of my stupor and I regained a bit of control. It was just long enough to not say what I really wanted to say, which was "No, what I really need is to be bent over this conveyor belt and screwed right here, right now, until I scream!" I wanted...no needed something long and fat stuffed in my pussy, reaching ever deeper with each thrust... "Yes, this is all I need for now." I said through somewhat clenched teeth and in short breaths. I could not get out of the market fast enough. Marti caught me in the parking lot. "Are you OK, Jess?" she said as she grabbed my wrist. "You look a bit flushed and frankly, you are walking a bit funny." "I'm OK." I said as I straightened up. "I just need to get home to get ready for this evening. Thanks for the great day and I can't wait to do it again sometime." "Alright. Happy birthday and I hope Jon racks you tonight. You look like you need it!" She said with a wicked smile, like she knew something and headed for her car. The thought of Jon "racking" me sent another jolt through me. I got my groceries loaded in the trunk, all the while being acutely aware of the constant message that was coming from my pussy. As I climbed into the driver's seat, I noticed that there was a wet spot on the front of my shorts, just below the zipper. Thank goodness it was not visible to anyone else because of the angle. I would have died of embarrassment. "Get a hold of yourself girl!" I said aloud as I pulled the door shut, started the car and turned the air-conditioning on high and recycle. The drive was only about 4 miles, but there were a few stoplights to navigate before I could get home. Fortunately, traffic was light, but as luck would have it, I hit every light just as it was turning red. So, I turned up the radio, talk radio that is, and pointed the air vents directly at both my face, and crotch. I figured that a little Rush Limbaugh hot air and some rushing cold air would stop this madness. I was wrong. As I sat at the next to last light, I could not stand it any longer. Both my curiosity and desire got the better of me. I unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped them. Reaching under my panties, I found the thick curls of hair and slowly reached deeper to find the folds of my cunt (not a word I usually choose, but in the state of mind I was in, the more vulgar, the better it sounded to me, and vulva was just not going to get it right). As I pressed further in, making sure I avoided all contact with my fired up clit, I found it was like pushing my finger through warmed butter. There was no resistance to the invasion of my vagina at all, and although my original thought was to just "check it out", I found that I could not stop my fingers from exploring to their full depth. "Oh myyyyyyyyy." I whispered to myself, as I had never put my fingers inside myself before. It was an incredible feeling for both my pussy and my fingers. On the one, I had never felt anything so soft, moist, and warm. On the other, I had never needed something buried in me like right now. I moved my fingers around a bit, side to side and in and out. Man, did this feel wonderful. I now knew why Jon liked playing down there so much. I thought it was just for my benefit. Now, I knew he enjoyed it as much as I did. "Honnnnnk!" came the blare of the horn from the car behind me. The light had turned green and with my eyes partially shut I was just sitting there lost inside my own body. My foot jerked and hit the gas, leaving a skid mark on the road as my hand flew from my pussy to the steering wheel. I noticed that there was a trailing web of my cum between my index and middle finger as I drove down the road. Looking in amazement at the sight before me, it is a miracle that I made it to my driveway. ...Now I know what you are thinking. You're thinking "Come on, no one has a wave of desire like that!" Well let me tell you, it was very strong, and since it was the first time in my life that I had a lustful desire for sex, I just did not know how to handle it and it handled me. I have come to find out since that many, but not a majority of women have these moments, and many of them did not handle it well either (usually opting for the pool boy), but they eventually learned to control their desire as I did also, but it took me a while. I have also come to appreciate men who have to deal with these feelings on a daily basis and can understand now to a far greater degree why they act the way they do. I literally ran into the house with my groceries in hand and headed for the kitchen. As I went to set the fresh vegetables and fruit on the counter, I felt my shorts slip down to my knees. I had forgotten to re-button them. I must have been a sight to see. There I was standing in the kitchen, my hair a bit messed up, my face flushed, a bag of fruit in one hand and a bag of veggies in the other, my nipples very prominently displaying themselves through my light blouse, my green shorts down around my knees, my wet dark red cotton panties pulled to one side showing my brown curls with the lips of my pussy plainly visible through the dense forest. It is a visual picture of myself that more than any other captured the incredible start of my 42nd year of life. It is a picture that I still see today and laugh about until I cry. Jess Ch. 02 Suddenly he felt Jess' body spasm under his tongue; she screamed his name as she experienced her best orgasm so far. The spasms continued for several minutes as Mike continued to lick her pussy lips and caress her breasts. He moved up beside her until they both lay enveloped in each other's arms. "Now Dad, what were you saying about a threesome?" Mike could feel Jess playing with his cock as she asked this question. "I think I explained to you about the friend I have met on the net and the fact that we are both bi curious. Does that disgust you, my darling?" Jess looked lovingly at her father. "Of course not. In fact if anything it makes me hornier than ever. The thought of watching my naked Dad sucking another man's cock and the fact that both those cocks would shortly afterwards be inside my cunt filling me with love juices. Oh my God, I am almost cumming just at the thought." "So you have no objection to me inviting my friend down and the three of us having lunch together and then getting better acquainted?" "Mmmmmmmm. None at all. In fact the sooner the better," said Jess as she bent at the waist and started to suck her father's cock yet again. Mike felt his growing shaft disappear into Jess' mouth He lay back and closed his eyes and felt the cum build up in his balls until once again it came shooting up his shaft and that which had made his daughter, his beautiful daughter, shot in thick white creamy ropes into her mouth. ***************** I received a message from Mike telling me that Jess had agreed to a threesome and to watching us perform first of all. I could not stop wanking for the next 10 minutes and came in one almighty fountain! Then I started making arrangements to find a good hotel in their locality and where we could meet. I dropped Mike a note congratulating him on his success and suggesting that we all meet for lunch before retiring to my room for 24 hours of plain unadulterated debauchery. I also asked him if he would recommend a hotel in the locality where I could book a room. He let me have details of a 4* hotel in the locality. A quick telephone call secured us a top class room with plenty of room and a king size bed! ..................................... I had agreed to meet Mike and Jess in the dining room at 1.00pm. This gave me an hour from arriving in the car park in order to check out the room and have a shower to wash away the smells of travelling. I was impressed with the room – very large with the pre ordered king size bed. That was going to take some bashing in the next 24 hours! The bathroom was also large with a good sized shower cubicle – definitely big enough to take two and three with both cocks squeezed into the relevant holes. I quickly got undressed and under the shower. With my eyes closed and my hand on my cock, I was soon fantasising about what was to happen as the fierce jets of water hit me all over. As my fantasies grew more colourful, so my desire to cum increased until I could contain my juices no longer and they shot out of my cock in long thin ropes to be immediately beaten down by the jets of water. By the time I had finished ejaculating I was having difficulty standing up. I managed to get out of the shower and dry myself down, applying some Boss which I had deliberately brought with me. I went out into the bedroom and drew the bedclothes down in order that the bed should be ready for its first assault. Then it was time to go down to the restaurant where I had already booked a table for three. When I got to the Restaurant Mike and Jess had already arrived. Never having seen them before but having seen photos of Jess, I knew who I was looking for. Jess looked totally sexual in a short ra- ra skirt and a white blouse buttoned up the front with a few open at the top showing a rather delightful cleavage. I could not wait to get inside there and see what those delightful young breasts looked like. I walked across to the table and introduced myself. They both appeared satisfied with what they saw. We placed our orders with the waiter together for some drinks and then we chatted. The conversation meandered around a multitude of subjects and it was indeed pleasant to have an 18year old who could hold a sensible conversation with replies consisting of words of more than one syllable. I could not help but look at Jess surreptitiously from time to time wondering just what lay below her clothes and how she used that body of hers. According to her father, he very much doubted whether she was still a virgin, which would make the eventual entry into that delightful body that much more easy. At the same time I was looking forward to the moment when Mike took off his trousers and pants, lay on the bed and let me suck him for the first time. Lunch came to an end and I told them that I had a lovely room waiting upstairs and asked if they were happy enough to move up there. I looked at Mike and we both looked at Jess – the final decision lay with her. "What are we waiting for?" she said and got up from the table. Together we ascended to the third floor in the lift and went to our room. I opened the door and stepped to one side to let them in. I heard a gasp pass Jess' lips as she went inside. "This is delightful," she said. "Oh my God! Look at the size of that bed!" she said and waltzed across the room to sit on it. Sitting on the edge she lay back. Her lovely teenage breasts pushed up like twin firm mountains through her white blouse. Slowly she pushed herself up and looked at us both. "I understand you both want to suck cock whilst I watch and play with myself. Well, to play with myself I am going to have to be naked! Who is going to undress me? John or Dad?" "Please be my guest," said Mike looking at me. I looked across at Jess; she smiled back, her hand going to the buttons on her blouse and loosing one of them. "I will willingly undress you sweet lady. Then you will undress me and give me a short blow job. I will then undress your Dad whilst you watch. When we are both naked, I will suck your Dad's cock until he cums. Whilst he recovers I am going to fuck you and then your Dad is going to fuck you!" "That sounds absolutely perfect," said Jess standing up in front of me. Looking at her in those big blue eyes I moved my hands to her blouse and slowly, very slowly released all the buttons and pulled her blouse loose from the waistband of her skirt revealing a pure white bra with lace around the edge. That part of her breasts which I could see was marble white as they flowed down into her bra. I could feel my cock start to move. I could see the zip to her skirt; I took hold and pulled it down and then watched as her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. My cock took an immediate hit as I saw her pure white mini thong. She looked fantastic! "Take off your bra," I said. Her hands went behind her back to unclip her bra and, pulling the straps from her shoulder, she let it follow her skirt to the floor. Her young, firm naked breasts took my breath away and I heard a sharp intake of breath from her father as he saw his daughter's breasts in all their beauty. Kneeling, I took the sides of her thong and very gently and slowly removed it revealing a smooth, white cunt with her pussy lips glistening from the juices which she had already exuded. I leant forward and smelt her feminine aromatic perfume; moving closer on my knees my tongue came out and I licked those juicy lips and tasted her. My now my cock was rock hard and fighting to release itself from my trousers. I heard her softly moan as my tongue continued to caress her womanhood. My hands moved up and down her legs, caressing the outside of her thighs and enclosing the soft orbs of her arse. I pushed her cunt into my mouth and probed her pussy lips as far in as I could. Her sighing and moaning increased and she started pushing her cunt harder and harder into my mouth. She tasted so good, so warm, and so juicy. She came long and loud – her whole body shook and I felt her cum against my mouth time and time again. She lifted me to my feet and immediately started to pull my shirt buttons apart until my chest was bare and my shirt lay with her clothes on the floor. Reaching to my waist, she undid my belt and unzipped my trousers, letting them fall to the carpet. Kneeling before me, she pulled my boxers to the floor and my cock was free at last. As it came free, so it hit Jess in the face. She took hold of it and guided it into her mouth. Her soft warm lips closed around it and started to suck and lick my massively hard cock. There was no doubt that she had done this before and I just hoped that when it came to fucking her, that she showed at least a little experience. I looked across at Mike who had his hand inside his trousers and was wanking himself. I mouthed to him, "Strip!" He understood what I was saying and in no time at all he was naked showing me his hard, long cock. He began to wank again and I watched him stroke that lovely rod which I hoped to have in my mouth shortly. Meanwhile I had to stop Jess sucking me before I came and spoilt all chance of fucking her. "Stop now sweetheart," I said to her, "or I will be unable to fuck you as I want." She immediately stopped her sucking and looked up at me. I smiled at her and lifted her to her feet. I bent slightly, enough to let my mouth encompass her nipples and start to suck them. She moaned quietly. "Now it is time for me to satisfy your Dad. I am going to suck his cock and make him cum. I want you to sit in that chair by the bed and watch what we are doing." Jess moved over and sat naked in the chair which, up until a few moments ago had been occupied by Mike. Mike now lay naked on the bed, his cock rock solid, his body offered to me on a plate. I had never sucked cock before but had wanted to for some time now. I was not into anal sex but sucking cock was another thing. And Jess was going to watch! I crawled onto the bed from the bottom and came up to Mike's cock through his open legs. His cock looked so inviting standing as it did at 90 degrees to his body. The force of his erection meant that his foreskin was pressed back revealing his helmet in all its beauty. It was waiting for my warm, juicy mouth to encompass it. Mike had his head on a pillow and was able to look down his body as my head approached his rampant cock. I opened my mouth, extended my moist tongue and licked his cock from top to bottom. What bliss! I did this a couple of times just to get used to the feeling of licking a man's cock rather than a woman's pussy lips. With my mouth wide open I went down on Mike and heard him moan as my lips sank around his thick hard cock. It was hot and rippled from the veins and I knew I had not felt anything quite like this before. To my side and behind me I could hear soft moans and groans as Jess fingered herself making her love canal juicy and ready for my entry after I had finished with Mike. I felt Mike's loins begin to move and I felt his cock begin to move in and out of my mouth, apparently growing even more than it was before. Now I knew what a woman felt when she went down on a man. My hands came up and I began to caress his testicles, those solid gonads which were full of his love juice. Mike bucked even harder and I knew that he was not far away from shooting that warm, salty cum into my mouth. What was it going to be like? I also heard the soft moanings of Jess as she fingered herself, sitting as she was to the side of the bed and watching our performance. My own cock was hard and pressing into the bed as I lay stomach down on it. By now Mike's movements were getting harder and I was having to make sure he did not push too far into my mouth. Then it came – rope after rope of warm creamy cum which I had difficulty coping with. How on earth did a woman swallow copious amounts such as this. The feeling, however, was fantastic as it spurted into my welcoming mouth – I swallowed as much as I could but a large amount escaped around the side of Mike's cock and oozed out of my mouth. All of a sudden I felt a mouth by the side of my mouth and a tongue started to lick the cum as it dribbled down my chin. I could feel naked skin next to me and knew that it was Jess lapping up her daddy's cum – cum which had made her! I had had my first taste of cock and now I was going to have a teenager's body – pretty breasts, a smooth cunt and a warm slippery vagina with a receptacle at the end of it waiting for my love juices. To be continued................... Jess Ch. 02 (This chapter is particularly perverse and nasty, so be warned!) Jess had been teased by friends in the office as she had every Monday morning for the past four weeks, since getting together with the office hunk. They noticed the big smile on her face when they mentioned Alan, and how defensive she had become over him. When she started wearing short skirts, almost as short as Dora's, they were particularly inquisitive. It had been useless trying to keep it a secret, for they guessed then teased it out of her. She hadn't admitted to moving in with him two weeks ago, though had to confess being an item together. She had never shared an apartment, let alone her life with a man before. It was easier than she thought it might be, as she smoothly fitted in with his routine. It was so gratifying to hear him say, she was a perfect, respectful woman for it motivated her to try harder to please him. More than that, she was with Alan, the very man her colleagues in the office coveted. Everyone saw her as a modest and demure young woman, yet she had given her body to him. Her colleagues in the office were young modern women and wouldn't have been surprised at the two of them having sex out of marriage. The way she smiled, and the clothes she wore, broadcast a clear message, that she was being satisfied. If they discovered what she was doing, it would certainly shock them. Jess didn't care what they would think if they found out, she just wanted to be with Alan, and all her efforts went into keeping him happy. She had been shocked when Dora was teasing her about oral sex, but the advice had stuck fast with her. 'Do whatever it takes to please and keep your man,' Dora had advised. That is exactly what Jess was doing. Anything he wanted of her she was dutifully obeying, like the perfect respectful woman he wanted her to be. She didn't think of their relationship in terms of submission and dominance, just that he was wonderful, and she must do her utmost to keep him. *** Jess walked into Alan's office on Friday with a big smile upon her face. "Good morning sir," Jess said. "I hope you had a nice weekend?" she politely asked. "I did thanks, and you?" Alan reciprocated. "A wonderful weekend, thank you sir," she smiled in return. Knowing smiles were shared from having spent most of the time having wild sex. "You said you have something to show me?" he prompted. Jess laid a report on his desk. Instead of referring to it she bent over and lifted the skirt. She pulled down the panties and waited with a smile of expectation. "Well?" he said. "I've taken out the final butt plug sir. I wanted to show you as a surprise," she giggled. She could feel her asshole gaping at him ready for his cock. He was sure to be pleased as he had bought them and instructed her on how to fit them. At first it was a shock. To please him she had used the butt plugs, becoming used to the feel of it inside, what once had been a very private place. One after another she had eased larger and larger plugs into her bottom, until the last one had been worn for five days. Her asshole was now stretched for him, to more easily take her, when ever he wanted. "You're acting like a slut!" he told her. His voice was quiet and strong. His official office voice used to discipline staff was used rather than the intimate tone she had come to love. It whipped her into standing before him, like an errant school girl before a school master, more fiercely than if he had canned her bare ass. "This is no way to behave in the office. Did I not tell you to keep our relationship discreet? Of course it cannot be a secret, but there is no need to go around flaunting your ass in the office, like a street whore," he chastised her firmly. He hadn't shouted at her but the tone of voice was enough of a slap to bring tears to the corners of her eyes. She had let him down, behaved badly and needed to be punished. She felt the knickers pooled around her ankles, dying to pull them up and run from his office, though afraid to make the move. "You deserve to be punished, don't you?" he asked with an imperious tone to his voice that demanded only one answer. "Yes sir," she said. He was only a year older, though she felt so young and vulnerable it was difficult to think straight. He often did this, leaving her wondering how she had allowed him to treat her so badly. This time it was her idea, thinking to please him, yet it had ended badly. He was right. Their sex lives couldn't be brought into the office. "Get back to your office and get on with your work. I don't want to see you or your asshole for the rest of the day. Tonight you will be punished," Alan warned her. It was a terrible punishment for him to banish her away from him, and that gave her concern enough, let alone worrying about tonight. She bent down to pull up the panties from around her ankles, the action leaving her feeling so terribly belittled. "No! Take them with you, in your hand," he told her. "Yes, sir, thank you sir," she bleated, like a little lost lamb. She had no pockets to hide them anyway, so as embarrassing as it was, she had to scuttle off to the washroom for anyone to see the panties dangling from her hand. She always wore sensible knickers, though now, wished they were just a little thong that could be hidden in a fist. Refreshing her makeup helped hide the tears. Everyone was busy catching up on the usual Monday morning demands so at least she got away without them noticing her fretting. Staring at a report her thoughts were far from it. She had been a good Chinese girl, looking after her mother, then came to Hong Kong with no experience of life. He was right, she was a naughty little slut. She didn't know how to behave decently. Jess didn't have the heart to blame him for this uncharacteristic blatant behaviour, and so blamed herself. She sighed forlornly knowing that whatever punishment he decided on, she would accept it gladly, as long as she could be with him. *** Jess got home first, as Alan had a late meeting with the corporate directors. Not seeing him all day meant she didn't know what he wanted for this evening's meal, so fretted over what he would say if nothing was ready. She changed into an outfit bought by him recently, to please him, hoping she had been forgiven. After all she had been showing enthusiasm for something he had done to her. Before meeting him she would have been appalled at the mere mention of anal sex, though now, it seemed almost casually accepted. Not for the first time, Jess wondered what was happening to her. Her anal tract had been worked hard and she was beginning to enjoy it. She had become a depraved slut, Alan's dirty little slut, and she didn't care; Alan liked it and that made it all right. Jess was in heaven feeling his cock buried deep up her bottom pounding away at her prone body. She still found it humiliating but revelled in the degradation. "Oh! Hell!" she whispered to the empty kitchen. "He's made me into his little slut and I can't resist it," she moaned. "I'm home Jess," he announced. She was startled out of the reverie. The very way he said her name lifted her mood. He sniffed the air expressively. "Good! You didn't cook, we are eating out this evening, to celebrate," he told her. He grabbed her shoulders to tenderly kiss her forehead then wrapped his strong arms tight about her. "You look gorgeous my pet," he said. "Now show me you your surprise," he told her. From his loving attention her spirits soared. She eagerly bent over the table and spread her cheeks. He put a hand to her crotch with fingers playing over her lips, teasing the already high arousal into wonderful pleasure. He could do this to her with the slightest of touches. His other hand slowly slipped down her bottom with fingers sliding between the cheeks until reaching her magic hole. She could feel it gaping open for him. She had worked hard with those butt plugs, wearing them all day, even in the office. Every few days she changed the butt plug to a larger one, until achieving what he wanted. She had stretched it, for him to easily fuck his hole, whenever he wanted it. It was used often, more often than her still tight pussy, but she didn't mind that much. At first she thought it was to prevent her from becoming pregnant, though soon realised he simply enjoyed buggering her. His fingers circled her crinkly hole with feather touches, around and around, making her feel giddy with delight. She felt his finger slide into her asshole until his palm cupped her cheeks. There was no pain on entering that magic pleasure hole, it just slid in, but the passage muscles were still there to grip the digit tight. "The suspenders and stockings frame your lovely ass so well, it looks good enough to eat," he told her. Jess giggled. "I bet your cock is ready to eat and I'm hungry," she teased back at him. "That can wait. Think of it as part of your punishment. We are going out to eat and it won't be me, although who knows, maybe," he laughed. She didn't care abut being punished now, on realising it would mean a naughty game, and it was one she had learnt to enjoy. It always ended in a stupendous orgasm, so whatever it was, she was ready. Just so long as he enjoying her body. "Where are we going, I need to get changed," she said, still breathing heavily from his playing with her sex. "No need, you look just right," he mused. She was still highly aroused but that wasn't why she intended to seduce him, or at least not the only reason. After a sex session she could change his mind about taking her out dressed like this. "This outfit is for the bedroom, it's too short, and I'm not wearing anything decent underneath," she complained. Lifting up the little flared skirt she pushed her hips forward to show how easily the panties split open. Before he could say anything she turned around and bent over. She looked back at him, over her shoulder, knowing he could see the gaping hole. It was more than ever his toy to play with. Of course she couldn't go out dressed like this. The tight white top was a tiny boob tube, just covering her breasts, and her dark areola showed through it. The skirt poured over her hips, like spilt paint, to float out around her upper thighs. The panties were a white ribbon of silk wrapped around her hips with two ribbons running between her legs. When the ribbons of silk parted everything was on show. The white suspender straps dug into her dusky thighs, clasping the white sheer stockings tight. The little red bows at each side of the stocking tops were on display with the suspender grips. "You'll just have to keep your legs together, you little wet slut," he grinned at her. Jess pouted defiantly and almost stamped her foot from not getting her own way. She knew it would be useless to argue, or even resist passively. If this was to be her punishment it would have to be endured. He wouldn't let her run into colleagues from the office, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. *** It was embarrassing walking into the restaurant, when all heads turned her way. It was an expensive establishment, with everyone dressed in designer clothes, leaving her feeling even more disreputable. The men looked at her with steamy eyes, telling her they wanted her, obviously thinking she was just a slut, available to anyone. Being noticed wasn't something she was used to and being looked at in that way was humiliating. The women looked at her with stern looks, as though warning her off. Alan chose an antique wooden bench in the centre of the restaurant. It was the last surviving part of the previous historic establishment and the only seats left - because it looked uncomfortable. Jess thought this was a part of the punishment, for she would have to be very careful in the split crotch panties, otherwise she would leave a nasty mark. The look of steamy desire in all those men's faces added to the arousal, leaving her soaking wet. It would be painfully awful to leave sex juices on the seat, for the waiter to see. "Wait a moment," Alan told her, as she began to sit. He guided her with a hand to her hip. Her eyes widened in alarm as she sat down on the bench. Her knees were bent ready for her bottom to be dropped onto the seat. She felt something hard poking at her bottom. "It's alright Jess, sit down, carefully," Alan told her. Alan had stuck a large dildo to the smooth wooden seat and she was squatting awkwardly, ready to impale herself upon it. People were already staring at her, thinking she was a whore, available to anyone of them, for the right price. In consequence, her face was a picture of embarrassment. Feeling the hard object pushing between her cheeks, it changed to consternation and dread. Ready or not she was going to sit, for her legs were giving way in the awkward crouched position. Before they gave way completely, leaving her to crash down upon the nasty thing, she had to lower her asshole onto it with as much control as could be managed. It seemed to rise up and up for such along time, deeper and deeper into her body, filling up her slight frame with a foreign hardness. At last she sat, tenderly resting her cheeks on the bench, with the dildo right up her ass. A normal thing to do would be to shuffle, for a more comfortable position, but she was impaled there, unable to move. "There is a suction cup holding it in place, so don't try to move around," Alan explained. He had a big grin on his face. "You'll remember to behave in the office after this, won't you?" he asked. "Yes, sir," she mumbled, still trying to get used to the big thing, stuck right up inside her body. The white table cloth hid the little skirt from other customers, that had ridden high around her thighs, yet the waiter could easily see her panties. She couldn't look around the room or at the waiter when he arrived. She knew he was staring at her, as Alan ordered for them both. He knew she couldn't bring herself to speak. The food arrived. "You know what I like, so serve me," he smiled at her. She looked at the dishes arranged along the far side of the table, and with dread, realised what it meant. Her muscles had clamped tight upon the large hard dildo and it was impossible to move. It was suck firmly onto the smooth bench anchoring her to it. To serve him, she had no choice. She would have to lift her ass off the bench to reach the dishes. Leaning forward wasn't good enough she had to ease herself up the length of dildo. Heaving herself up its length, she managed to lift a spoon and start dishing out rice onto his plate. It was o good she had to rest and slid down upon the giant appendage. "Carry on, Jess, I want more than just rice," he laughed. Steeling herself to the unnatural inner movements, she half stood again. With the head of the dildo just inside her asshole she scooped up chicken and added sauce to his plate. Again she just had to rest, and eased her aching asshole down its length. Looking at her plate she realised the process had to be repeated for her own meal. One look at Alan, told her he was waiting for her to dish up her own choice. It was a little easier this time, though still an agony of emotion, and inner pain. No-one knew what was happening to her. That was little compensation though, for she knew. In a restaurant full of strangers she was buggering herself. Surely it showed on her face what she was doing. Surprisingly she was becoming inflamed with arousal. The little panties were already soaked, and she could feel the wetness overflowing onto her thighs. It was surely running over the bench too, leaving it slick with her love juices. He was either being cruel or deviously sexy. Alan must have planned this during the day, not giving away this devious plan in the slightest. Jess needed to go to the restroom but put off the hideous prospect of lifting her body off the dildo. Eventually the meal was over and the frightful task had to be faced. She lifted her bottom up and up, for it to seemed as though her whole body was being emptied. The short skirt couldn't possibly cover that big thing. When she turned round Alan had scooped it up and placed it into the bag he carried. Earlier she had thought it might be a present for her. It turned out to be a torture instrument. Pleasurable though. Now it was over, she felt that after all, it had been a surprise present. She was so turned on she didn't think about the slimy thighs, glistening as she walked between the closely packed tables. The skirt was so short it showed off the ribbons on the suspenders and certainly revealed her wet thighs. Now brazen with arousal she just didn't care what the other customers thought. "I need to go to the restroom," she whispered to Alan. "Do you want to go back through all those tables," he asked. "No, lets go, please" she replied. The embarrassment of what the men could see of her body was closing in. Becoming conscious of the wanton sight she presented, brought on a moment of panic, so she just wanted to get out of the restaurant as quickly as possible. Alan led her outside, to an alley beside the restaurant. "Down there," he said. Still gripping her hand he pulled her a little way into it. It was a busy street and people were passing the end of the alley. "You wanted to pee, didn't you?" he asked. "Here?" she asked, in a complaining tone. "Go ahead, or I won't let you go, until you pee you're panties in the street," he said sternly. Jess crouched down and tucked the hem of the skirt into the waist band. An advantage of the split crotch panties was appreciated now. It could all be done so quickly and efficiently, ready to escape back to the street. Anyone passing could glance down the alley to see her urinating like a dirty bitch. She successfully avoided splashing her shoes as an agonising, hot splash of golden pee, gushed from her hole. He told her it was that so often, she referred to her love-place, as a fuck hole, or just a hole. It was a relief, but that feeling was only short lived. "Turn around and face the wall," Alan told her. "Stick out your ass," he added. The skirt was still tucked into the waist band, though so short, it made little difference. She felt his cock nudge her pussy and she whimpered with desire. Surely he wasn't going to take her here, in this dingy place. It was a back alley, and she assumed he was going to take her back alley. "You're my dirty whore, picked up for a quick fuck, in a dirty alley, up against the wall," Alan loudly said, in her ear. Jess sighed with delight. Was he really going to fuck her here? She would have thought of 'making love', or some cleaner euphemism, but she had learnt to call it what it was, fucking! Especially here, in a dirty back alley, it was just fucking. The smells from the restaurant waste, and her fresh urine, was adding to the nasty odours of the filthy place. "Yes, sir, fuck your whore. I'm a common whore off the street, picked up for a quick fuck," she said, while sticking out her ass at him. He demanded more. "Just fuck the whore and dispose of her afterwards. I'm so bad I charge a dollar a fuck. I'm your cheap whore fuck, sir. Please fuck me, I don't deserve you lovely cock, fuck me, please!" she begged. At last she felt his cock pierce her lips and drive straight in, deep and hard. She moaned in rhythm with his steady thrusts. "Fuck your whore, sir, punish your whore," Jess moaned. She was reaching a point of ecstasy when something made her look sideways, down the alley. She couldn't see them clearly, though recognising the group of girl's, arguing over something. They were her friends from the office! If they looked down here they would see her being fucked, like a common cheap prostitute, up against the wall! Jess Ch. 02 She choked off a groan of passion, trying to keep silent, as their presence pushed her further into the throws of a violent orgasm. Instead of shutting off the passion, the danger inspired her. She wriggled her ass around his cock, pushing back onto him, wanting him to cum needing him to fill her tight vagina with hot sperm. It was not to be. He instead withdrew and spurted over her panties. Her stomach cramped, with tingling sensations pulsing outward, throughout her body. It left her trembling. She continued to watch her friends, knowing they could look down at her at any moment. She was helplessly standing there unable to move. If they recognised her they might walk down to see what she was up to. She was sweaty and her juices were running down her thighs. She was in a dreadful mess, and it would be clear what she had been doing. She would have to stand there with her ass sticking up showing off her used body, with Alan's cum over her panties. Alan grabbed her shoulders to straighten her up. "Come on, time to get home," he said. Stiff legged she let him pull her along. The girls had thankfully moved on. "They didn't wait around long," Alan commented. He knew! He had planned this dreadful exhibition. She was used to his devious games, though this was clever. He had arranged to meet them here, and when he didn't turn up, they had moved on somewhere else. Or, so she hoped. As they emerged from the alley she looked down the street, thankfully seeing they had gone. She stood in the brightly lit street with people passing close, while he flagged down a taxi. She became aware of the little skirt still tucked up, and the wetness drying on her thighs. When she tried to reach behind her, to the skirt hem, he pulled her hand. "Please, sir, can I pull my skirt down?" she asked. She wasn't allowed to cover her ass. Most people were caught up in their own thoughts, too distracted to notice, though some glanced at the attractive girl then gawped at her panty clad bottom. She clamped her legs together to hide a bare crotch. **** At last they were safely home. The whole ordeal left her hot like a bitch on heat. She squirmed with raw passion, needing him to hold her and take her, in any hole he cared to use. Just so long as she could feel him entering her. Alan bent her over the kitchen table and she brazenly opened her legs. He slapped her ass eliciting a cry of passion. "Fuck me, sir, please fuck me," she moaned. He pushed his cock into her asshole. She was pleased to admit him so easily, pleased with the butt plugs that made it possible, without pain. As he thrust into her asshole he slapped her ass cheek. In a free hand he pulled her head back, with two fingers up her nostrils. "What are you," he demanded. "I'm your fuck slut, sir," she cried out. He had never used her so wildly and it was driving her on, to a fantastic orgasm. "You're a dirty tramp, a worthless little slut," Alan shouted at her. "Yes, sir, I'm you worthless little fuck hole. Fuck your sex toy, fuck your dollar whore," Jess shouted back. Alan slammed into her fuck hole. He had her prepare it for him, and now had a perfect little, willing slut, to play with. It seemed there were no depths to her depravity, and he was going to make full use the stupid little slut. "You can cum now you stupid bitch! You're my sex toy, my dirty tramp. I'm going to fill your ass with cum my little bitch on heat," he yelled. Her whole body shook with a terrific orgasm, stimulated from images of her friends in the alley, the degrading words she spoke, and the feeling of her lover filling her asshole. It was so much more stimulating than the dildo in the restaurant. This was her lover taking her, making her his. It didn't matter if she was debasing herself, just so long as he was there, using her. *** Next day she had to clean the apartment. Friends were coming over for the evening, which she wasn't looking forward to. It felt as though their private world was being invaded. She had been looking forward to a quiet evening, just the two of them. Especially after Friday, she needed to recover from the assault on her mind and body. "You have done well for yourself, Alan," Mark commented. He was looking Jess over as he spoke. "A good job, apartment and a, err, maid?" Brad said. Unsure as to their relationship he didn't know what to say. He was trying to provoke Alan into explaining. She had been introduced as Jess, without reference to what she was doing there. Her demeanour wasn't that of an equal, as she obediently served them beer and snacks. He treated her like a menial, and she meekly accepted it. It was all new to her, for they hadn't acted this way before mutual friends. "She's just a cheap country girl I picked up to serve me," he smirked. They had been drinking too much and he was getting out of hand. Jess didn't mind what he did, in the privacy of their home, though, this was going too far. She didn't like it one bit. She was dressed in a plain dress, not too short, but she wore no panties, so had to be carful. He told her that is why she wore nothing under it, so she didn't brazenly show off her panties like a cheap slut. He had been teasing her of course for she was too innocent, or had been before meeting him, to be so crude. Had all this sex turned her into a slut, or had she always been lascivious, and it was just waiting to be revealed? Had he seen that in her, and brought it into the open? If so, he was right, he had to curb her sluttish behaviour. "Is that so?" Mark asked her. Jess looked at Alan, seeing him nod, she agreed. "I'm just his little maid girl," she answered. Being treated like a servant then having to admit to it, left her feeling small and insignificant. He held out a glass and she went to pour a beer into it. He was the only one not drinking from a bottle. Before she could meet glass to bottle, he dropped it closer to his lap. If she wasn't going to spill it she had to lean over toward him, and he dropped it further. Fortunately the dress wasn't too short though showing off her naked ass wasn't the problem. She felt a hand between her thighs as Alan goosed her. So used to having Alan's hands up her skirt, she didn't react by clamping her thighs together. She felt a finger press into her asshole. The bottle slipped and she splashed Marks' lap with beer. "Oh! Sorry, I'm so sorry," she spluttered. Swiping a napkin from the table, she rubbed his crotch with it, only to realise the mistake on feeling his hard member under her hand. She was on her knees between his legs, unable to stop apologising, or rubbing him, seeing it grow as her own shame grew with it. Alan glared at her. "I should put your maid over my knee for a spanking," Mark laughed. Alan was silent, glowering with anger. "If can't, let me spank the stupid little maid," Brad teased. Jess scrabbled onto her feet. "Sorry sir," she apologised yet again, and scurried off into the kitchen. Despite working hard at university, and working even harder to climb the ladder in a prestigious corporation, she felt small and insignificant. She had almost been spanked by a stranger. She was a humble maid, available to anyone, who cared to spank her bottom when she erred. She wore no underwear under the cheap dress. Anyone could simply feel her up for she was just a nothing, a little serving girl, simply there to please her betters. If she didn't please them, she would be chastised, spanked like a naughty little girl. Perhaps it was a step up from being a cheap, dollar whore. The humiliation was torturous and arousing. There was no way she could face them after this, so kept busy in the small kitchen. The dishes were washed, so she emptied a cupboard and cleaned the shelves. Hearing his friend's leave she still couldn't relax. Jess wondered how much trouble she was in with her lover. "You let me down," he simply stated. She could feel the anger percolating from him, like a coffee pot ready to explode. "Come in here, leave the door open," he told her. She followed him into the lounge. "Take that dress off," he told her. "Look at the mess you are in," she looked down at her thighs, though she could feel how messy they were. She had been excited, and flowing, all that time in the kitchen. "You acted like a filthy slut. To teach you a lesson I have a task for you. Clearing away the beer bottles," he told her. She looked at them, lined up on the floor, wondering what perverse punishment he had devised. He explained in detail what she had to do and it left her gasping. Jess hung her head in shame for a moment then lifted it, as though raising her whole naked body to the challenge. Alan had yet again devised a cruel punishment. He enjoyed humiliating and hurting her, and somehow she had learnt to not just tolerate it, but get something from it. It wasn't enjoyment but some kind of perverse pleasure, definitely a sexual buzz. "Get on with it you fucking slut," Alan told her. Hanging onto a chair she squatted down until the beer bottle touched her bottom. Gritting her teeth she purposefully pushed down on it until the neck was buried in her asshole. Pushing it up her ass was no longer such a big deal, after all Alan had put her through. She even enjoyed having her ass taken, but this was different. Pulling herself up from the squatting position she glanced at him. He was sitting back on the sofa watching her. "That's it, tidy up the place, little worthless maid," he laughed. She waddled with difficulty toward the kitchen knowing he was watching the bizarre tail, one of his beer bottles, waggle from her asshole as she walked. The kitchen door was open and he could see her push the bottle from her asshole, as though shitting it, letting it drop into the bin. With a sore asshole she walked back into the lounge for the next bottle. So this is why he didn't demand she come back into the room to tidy up. She had mistakenly thought he was thinking of her humiliation before his friends and saving her form disgrace. He was usually so fastidious in his apartment, wanting everything clean and tidy. Instead he was planning this dire humiliation. She looked down at the row of bottles knowing she had to clear them all in the same way. Carrying each of them to the waste bin, with a bottle stuck up her ass. What was so terrible was he had her doing it to herself. His friend's had touched these bottles, had their lips on them, and now they were being pushed up her asshole. That thought nearly threw her. His words, the terrible humiliation had started her juices flowing again. Was this just a practice, for when they were around next? Would she be tidying up his friends beer bottles with her asshole? One would be intently watching silently with another commenting all the time, how tight her asshole looked. Would she be so turned on, she would let them find out for themselves – with all of them finding out how tight she could grip a cock? In resignation she squatted onto the next bottle feeling it push up into her asshole. It was less painful this time. Pulling herself up was easier too. She didn't dare look at him, knowing he was enjoying this demonstration of his power over her. He was watching intently the waggling of the bottle against her thighs. "Get moving you dirty little tramp," he told her. She waddled over to the kitchen feeling the bottle swinging against her thighs, pushing open her cheeks, in a crude display. She was already feeling proud of the achievement. Unsure if he had debased her so much she was proud of this demeaning act, or had he released a nasty need within her for nasty humiliations. She squatted over the rubbish bin and pushed the beer bottle out of her ass, as though having a shit. Knowing one of his friends had their hands wrapped around this bottle, and now it was up her ass, was turning her on. At last, the last one. She had a slight smile on her face. She had met his challenge and almost completed the task. This time as she squat over the bottle, it easily slid into her bottom. It was disquieting knowing she had been expanding her bottom inside. It meant not only her asshole had been enlarged, by the butt plugs also, her inner muscles had been expanded too. She hoped her ass would return to normal, for he enjoyed it when she tightly gripped his large penis. He leaned over her. "Well done pet," he told her. He rested a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed. He had only gently nudged her backwards. As she rocked backwards her body weight settled onto the bottle. She slowly sank down onto it, unable to stop herself. In this squatting position there was nothing she could do to save herself. Her feet were squarely planted on the floor, with all her weight on the damn bottle! Ever so slowly she sank onto it, feeling it taking her. With that type of bottle it became larger gradually, so there was no chance of stopping it. It was expanding her asshole, enlarging her hole, fucking her, hurting her. At last she felt her cheeks rest against the floor. How the hell was she going to get up? Slowly and painfully she pulled herself up the chair until she stood quite still. He was looking at her straight in the eye. She was going to have to make it to the kitchen or lose the challenge. Determination took over. With small painful steps she crept to the kitchen, no longer with a swinging tail, for the bottle was deep inside her ass. She stood over the rubbish bin once more. For a long moment she dare not push it. While her fingers trembled, and an eye twitched, she began to push the bottle from her ass. This was just as painful as when it took her. Shitting out a brown beer bottle was terrible, though inevitably he would find more disgusting things for her to do. Was she so depraved that she would submit to them? She knew the answer and it helped bear the pain, as though it were a punishment for her debauchery. Eventually the bottle fell from her ass thumping into the bin, clinking against the others. Jess Ch. 03 Chapter 3 – The Salad Days I kicked off my shorts so I would not trip myself, fall and break something. I could just imagine Jon finding me sprawled on the floor unconscious with a broken nose and trying to explain that I was in the middle of an incredible sexual moment that started at the fresh market, whereby my pussy was on fire, so I dropped my shorts to get my fingers on myself, only to trip over said shorts and find myself in this position. After 20 years of marriage to me, Jon would have had me committed as I was about ready to do to myself anyway. I put the fruit and veggies away and headed for the bathroom to take a cold shower. I could only stand luke-cool, and it seemed to help, but as I stood there under the water, all I could think about was Marti's parting words. "I hope Jon racks you tonight..." and my mind went to his body, and the sight and feel of his hard cock. This was something I never thought of. Although I liked what Jon did with his member, I never found it something to think on and grow excited about. Through the chilling water, my pussy throbbed as if it had a mind of its own and it was taking over mine. Lying naked on the bed with my legs daggling off from the knees down, I tried to think of other things I had to do that day before Jon got home from work. Slowly, without thinking about it, I found my fingers again heading for the jungle. The light touch of my nails on my skin as I traced a path towards my pussy sent darts of light across my vision. My index finger entered the bush at the top and I worked it down to the top of my slit in a whirling motion. I had resigned myself to giving it what it craved, a good masturbating. It had been years since I had done this to myself. In fact the last time might have been in college when I thought if I masturbated enough, I would "grow" a sexual craving like many of my friends had. It did not work, but I did learn a trick or two about how to get myself to cum. This came in handy later when I could tell Jon exactly what he needed to do in order for me to climax. Maybe a good cum will make this go away I thought. I found my clit, or maybe I should say it found my fingertip as swollen as it was and began to twirl around and over it in a steady pattern. I found my hips rising to meet my finger and quickened the pace. My breaths were coming faster, and my head was tilting back on its own. And, it came. It came like a freight train roaring through my body. Every muscle I have tensed and then released all at once as the power of their contraction gathered in the middle of my vagina and spread out in shock waves over my body. I screamed loud enough that I know the neighbors could have heard me. And my body finally relaxed. I lay there for a minute listening to my heart race and allowing myself to gain composure, with my finger resting on top of my right thigh. I looked down at my body, past the rising and falling mounds of my breasts, which were nicely topped with hardened nipples that were reaching for the sky. I brushed lightly past one of them with my left hand and it felt like an electric shock ran from it to the depths of my pussy. As my breathing subsided, I gave myself over to complete the task I had started. As well, I wanted to see if my feelings in the car were what I remembered. I spread my legs about half way and found the entrance to my vaginal path with my index finger. It was just as soft as I remembered it from the five or so seconds in the car at the traffic light. I slid my finger in just like before. There was no resistance, no friction to stop me from inserting it as far as I could. As I reached in, my blood began to boil once more towards another mountainous climax. I wiggled my finger round a bit and found that it was very pleasurable to rub it with some pressure against the forward wall. Without thinking about it, I raised my knees into the air and further spread my legs, giving myself complete access to my now soaking wet pussy. I quickly inserted my middle finger as the one finger was not enough and pushed them both in as far as I could. I spent a few minutes playing inside myself, enjoying both the feeling of my pussy as well as the feeling in my pussy. At the same time, I moved my left hand towards the top of my slit and found my clit begging to be played with once more. Starting slowly, I twirled around my clit with the fingers on my left hand as I reached further into my depths with my right. I could feel the mounting spasm wanting to be released as I spread and dug my fingers deep within me. Within seconds, I was again screaming as my body jerked its way through another massive orgasm. By now I was totally into my newfound sexual event and my body was craving to be filled with more than my lithe finger was capable of. Unfortunately, Jon was not due home for another couple hours and my pussy was just not going to wait that long. I started to wonder what I could use to take Jon's place, and as you can imagine, I do not have any of the toys Martie has stashed in her bedside table. I started going through my mind searching for something that would do the trick, the handle of my brush, a tube of toothpaste, a small glass, and was getting frustrated when nothing seemed to be the answer. I was just about to continue with my fingers when a wicked yet goofy smile crossed my face. How many times had I heard the joke about women and their buying of cucumbers? And, right now, in my fridge there was a perfect one waiting to be cut up in a salad for dinner. I leapt from the bed and ran with a naughty laugh towards the kitchen where I retrieved my prize. Yes, it was a bit larger than Jon, but not by much, and it was quite a bit longer that was for sure. I ran back to the bedroom like a kid at Christmas and lay on the bed. I ran the cool cuke over my stomach, and between my breasts up towards my neck. I stuck the end in my mouth and to my amazement, wondered if this is what it felt like to have Jon's dick in my mouth. I had never done that with him, nor had the desire to, but right now, I found myself fantasizing about it and slowly worked the cucumber over with my lips and tongue. For whatever reasons the thought of this being Jon really flashed my pussy hotter. In response to its call, I began to work the veggie down my body, this time paying special attention to my nipples. The coldness of the cucumber caused them to rise even more, to the point where they were hard as a pencil eraser and just a bit larger. They were also more sensitive and the cold touch caused another shock to go from them directly to the swollen knob at the top of the folds of my cunt. I worked the cuke down to my clit and began to play with it in the same way I did my nipples, only my clit was far more demanding. I was just about to explode again, when I caught my breath and stopped playing with my clit, allowing my body to unravel a bit. My pussy was craving something to be inside filling it to capacity, and I was not going to allow myself to cum until that feeling was satisfied. I pulled my knees up and let my legs spread naturally. My pussy however was lying open in an unnatural way; at least it was unnatural for me. It was like both sides were pulling away from the middle. It obviously was open for business. I ran the cucumber the length of my pussy slit, and prodded the opening to my vagina. It only took one run down that slope for the cuke to become well greased, and it slid in unencumbered one might say. I slowly inched the cuke in, wondering when it would stop. I could feel my vagina contracting against its hard cold surface, but the pleasure it was giving was also causing my body to draw it further in. I gasped as I finally hit the limit of my depth and began to work it around like a joystick, which it now was! Round and round, in and out I worked the cuke, all the while toying gently with my clit. I kept bringing myself close to an orgasm only to back off just enough to let it subside. Within in a minute or two, I was set on reaching a new level of power in my climax and worked both hands until I was bucking my hips, rotating my new friend, rubbing my knob, arching my neck and allowing a guttural sound to flow from my mouth. The power of my orgasm was like nothing I had ever felt in my life. For some women, this might be a regular occurrence, but for me it was new territory. There was a sparkle of flashes like a million fireflies that jumped through my line of sight, as the world grew black for a second. My heart raced like I had just run a mile at top speed, and I thought surely it would escape my chest. I screamed, and I creamed like a cheap XXX movie whore. I let go and just lay back on the bed, my knees still held above my head and my arms strung through the crook in my knees. The cucumber was still inserted as far as it could go. I just loved the feeling of being filled and focused on it and the satisfaction it gave even without movement. It felt wonderfully sexy and racy at the same time. I ventured a look into the mirror above the chest-of-drawers and could not help but smile at myself as I saw this 42 year old woman on the bed, in a bit of a pretzel shape, with a cucumber sticking out of her pussy. I contracted my vagina and got it to pop-up an inch or so, and then relaxed and "sucked" it back in. I did this several times to amuse myself and wondered rather humorously if I had found the next hot exercise device like the "bunz-o-matic", or "belly-buster". I was spent and it was about time. I showered up after the hour or so in bed with myself, and felt satisfied, but there was still a lingering burning deep inside me and my thoughts were still on Jon. There was no doubt that we were going to have sex tonight for my birthday. I just did not know how to go about asking. I was sure that if I just dropped a small hint of some kind, he would ask and I would say "yes". Jess Ch. 03 All of a sudden I felt a mouth by the side of my mouth and a tongue started to lick the cum as it dribbled down my chin. I could feel naked skin next to me and knew that it was Jess lapping up her daddy's cum -- cum which had made her! I had had my first taste of cock and now I was going to have a teenager's body -- pretty breasts, a smooth cunt and a warm slippery vagina with a receptacle at the end of it waiting for my love juices. I rolled over and lay on my back. Mike moved away, pushed himself off the bed to allow Jess room to lie by my side. She pushed herself up in order to look down at my body. In so doing I could see her beautiful face and her lovely C cup breasts hanging away from her body. My cock, already hard and wanting, seemed to grow even larger. Jess' gaze moved from my face down to my cock and her head dropped towards my shaft. I watched as she took my cock in her warm, moist mouth and began to suck me. I am not particularly large and Jess was able to take all of me into her mouth. As she sucked me, so I felt her young breasts rub against my legs; her nipples were rock hard as they crossed my skin. Every so often she would look up at me without releasing my penis and I melted looking into those doe eyes. Meanwhile Mike sat naked in a chair by the side of the bed, his cock hard and seeping some pre-cum. His eyes were glued to the naked body of his only daughter. I knew exactly what he wanted -- to fuck his daughter and taste my cum as it trickled from her vagina! "Having tasted your father's cock, I want to taste your pussy my darling girl," I said to Jess. "It looks so smooth and welcoming. If we 69 we can taste each other at the same time!" She smiled at me and with no more ado, she turned around and lay on her side showing her smooth white pussy to my waiting lips. My eyes were fastened on those sweet lips which concealed the entrance to her pathway to heaven -- lips which my lips approached with considered care and when close enough, I let my tongue slide out of my mouth and suck those wonderful gates. The taste was not of this world -- Jess was exuding all the aromas of the east and my mouth was drawing those juices into it! At the same time she had taken my cock in her mouth and was sucking, sucking, making my balls boil. She was squeezing my balls-- if I was not careful all that magic juice I had stored up inside me was going to be wasted in her mouth and not inside her body where I needed to release it for Mike's joy and consumption. I pulled myself away from her mouth, and turning around I placed my hands on her breasts and pushed her flat on the bed. My lips sank to her nipples and I began to suck her whilst my hand found its way to her mound and there I stated to finger fuck her. Jess started to make mewing sounds as her vagina began to ooze love juices even more rapidly than before. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I want your seed inside me. Prepare me for my Dad." My lips sealed to hers and I pushed her legs apart giving me access to her cunt -- her warm, smooth, wet cunt! My cock head found her hole and with one hard push I was inside her -- deep inside her beautiful vagina, feeling her soft and squishy love canal open up to my cock. No need for a condom -- I only shoot blanks and anyway her Dad wants her to ooze cum so he can slide in deep and then sup that juice as it came out. As I started to fuck her, so she began a soft mewing sound increasing with the strength of my strokes. Her arms encircled me and pulled me tight against her silken flesh, her hardened nipples scraping against my chest. I pushed ever deeper into her body. By the side of the bed Mike was wanking like mad. "Do not cum," I told him, "wait for your daughter's body, her cunt, her cum." I had a beautiful young teenager under me; her loins were thrusting up against my penetrating cock! She was starting to emit louder and louder moans; her vagina was so slippery, my cock was so demanding. Soon I would cum -- I would fill her to the brim with my cum -- she would be mine -- my sex slave! Mike had slowed his wanking; he had taken my advice. There was no need to ask if he was ready to shag his daughter -- I could see it in his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to fuck his daughter -- she to whom he had given life with the same seed he was shortly going to pump into her waiting body. My own seed was now in turmoil in my balls. I was ready to cum! Jess was now yelling her little head off -- she was ready to orgasm. "Let it cum my love," I said and as she orgasmed, so I shot my jism deep into my Jess' womb. I could feel it spurting time and time again until it oozed out around my shaft and puddled on the sheet -- warm, creamy cum. "Your turn mate," I said to Mike. "Your daughter's body awaits you." I crawled off the end of the bed and Mike stood naked looking at his daughter. His cock was rock hard! Jess looked up at him, held out her arms and opened her entire body to her father. She spread her legs wide, opening her valley of pleasure to his lascivious gaze. He watched as my cum dribbled from her love hole. "This is what you wanted, Mike. Go for it. Seed your daughter. Make her your sex slave." Mike knelt on the end of the bed and then crawled up between his daughter's open legs. His head went down as he approached her pussy and he began to lick her cunt. Jess' head went back as she felt her father's mouth suck her love lips. You could hear the faint slurping sound as Mike sucked her. As he sucked, so he let his hands find their way up to her breasts, where he pulled her nipples and made them even harder. I sat in the chair beside the bed and slowly caressed my cock, now limp but covered in Jess' juices. I watched as Mike continued to suck his daughter's cunt -- smooth, white and glistening with her cum. Then I saw him move up her body and place his cock head against her love hole. Jess helped by making sure it was securely in place and then yelped as Mike pushed deep into her body. With my cum still oozing out, it was no problem to penetrate her in one go; Mike sank to his hilt and then rested there exactly where he had for a long time wanted to be -- inside his darling daughter. Jess closed her arms around her father and began to kiss him with fantastic passion. Her pussy started to move in time with her father, starting gently and gradually building up until they were slapping against each other as if there was no tomorrow. The bed springs shook madly and I had difficulty keeping up my wanking rhythm with them. It was not long before I could tell from her body language and her cries of ecstasy that Jess was very close to an orgasm and as her father came inside her, the feel of his warm cum shooting into her womb made her scream with joy. One could see the whole of her body writhing as she came on her father's cock. Both came time and time again with loud cries of "Fuck!" Mike rolled off of Jess and, looking at me, said, "Now suck my cum from her cunt, mate." With my cock now hard as nails I turned into the 69 position beside Jess and began to suck Mike's cum as it oozed from his daughter's cunt. At the same time I felt Jess' lips encircle my cock yet again. Before we went home, I sucked Mike several times and we both fucked Jess at both ends until she cried 'Enough!' Jess Ch. 04 Chapter 4 – Dream Weaver "See." Marti said with a bit of delight. "I told you it was beautiful. It is a little red, but it will fade, and I would recommend that you do some careful tanning at a salon, if you know what I mean." I dried myself off and slipped my panties back on. "I can't believe I was hiding something that perfect." As I walked back to the living room, there was a new feeling between my legs. I could feel my lips sliding against each other and it kept a continuous low-level buzz flowing through my body. For one of the first times in my life I felt not just sexy, but sensual at the same time. I felt like I was ready to be admired and touched. And, if I wanted...I could do the touching. Sitting on the arm of the couch, legs slightly spread, Marti and I continued our conversation about my new found sexuality. "I just don't understand it. It seems like everything I do hits me right down there. I was sweeping the kitchen this morning and all of a sudden I was wondering how the broom handle, with its slickly painted sides would do for a dildo. Then I was watering the garden with the garden hose, and all I could think of was how each spray setting would feel if pointed in the right place! I find myself rubbing my crotch on objects absentmindedly." Just then I noticed that I was sliding ever so slightly against the arm of the chair and stopped before it was noticeable. "Marti, I don't know what to do. I am having thoughts of doing things that I never thought of before. Oh, sure, I have read about some of these things, but have never done them. I just thought they were the perverted thoughts of some man, not something a woman would fantasize about and especially not me!" "Jess, consider it a gift. Obviously, you never really got to enjoy one of life's greatest gifts; sex, until now. Just go with it, and let it happen. I think you will be shocked by its power and happier by the sheer pleasure it will give to you, not to mention Jon." She said with a giggle. "OK, enough of the philosophical mumbo-jumbo...what kind of things are you thinking about?" "Well. I have this desire to be brazen. I dream about taking control of Jon and my sexual activities instead of letting him. I think about making love to his cock. I even think of sucking, kissing, licking and jerking his dick. Until the "Moment in the Market", I never thought about getting pleasure from doing things to him. Now, I can't stop thinking about it, and every time I do, I go wet and itchy. I fantasize about doing it in public, and when I say "it", I mean almost anything. I want Jon to breath along my neck, touch my shoulder, and kiss my forehead. I want him to inadvertently brush by my nipples while standing in the line for the movie, I want him to reach under my dress at a formal dinner and slowly slide his fingers under my panty and between my lips. I want to unzip his tuxedo pants, pull out his cock and mouth it right there in a room full of people. I want people to watch me...I almost flashed my breasts to some men driving over here. I want different positions, I dream of role playing, I..." "STOP! You're killing me! I can't stand it. Your dreams are making me horny! I was wet before this conversation started, but now, I feel like...well, like this." At that Marti stood up and slid her pants off, once again revealing her perfect pussy. She immediately reached down between the folds and began to slowly rub herself. "OK, tell me more, and be a bit more descriptive." "MARTI, what are you doing?" "The same thing you should be doing. Now continue with your dreams, and I will tell you one of mine while you rub yourself into a state of satisfaction." "Marti, really, I am not sure about this." I said, but knew I wanted to hear her dreams and touch myself also. "Just go with it Jess." Marti said flatly and I knew she was not going to stop by the sound of her voice as well as the way she way toying with herself. "OK. Where was I?" "Role playing." "Oh, yeah. I have been dreaming of doing something like the mystery dinners, only it is mystery sex. I see myself dressed up in slutty clothes where the tops of my breasts show, and you can see the beginning of my nipples when I bend over. I see myself with a blindfold on and silk ropes tied to the bed stand. Jon is lifting my dress above my hips and finds me without panties on. He is running his tongue over my body, licking my pussy, sucking in the meaty part of my vulva, twirling on my clit, and slowly fingering me." "Uhhhh..ahhh..." Marti let slip as I noticed her finger moving much more rapidly over her clit, her back arching and her breasts heaving slightly. The sight of this made my heart jump and I slowly pushed my pants and panties down to my knees. My pussy was throbbing from my talking as well as what I was seeing in front of me. My fingers found my bulging lips and quickly parted them for greater access. "Jess, keep talking while you finger yourself." Marti commanded. "I can feel his tongue working its way slowly from my belly button to the top of my mound." My ring finger slid inside me with no resistance. "And I can feel his fingers reaching inside me." "How many fingers?" Marti let fly as I now noticed that she had both her hands at work. The fingers on her right hand were buried inside her, working a slow, in and out motion, as well as round and round, while she furiously rubbed her clit with her the fingers on her left hand. Her legs were straight out in front of her now and you could tell she was on her way to an explosive climax. "Two." I said as I slid my middle finger inside myself also. " I notice that he is changing position on top of me, without removing either his tongue or his fingers, and the next thing I feel is the silky head of his cock on my lips and I can smell the heat inside him as he bumps it under my nose. I let him rub it across my pursed lips, while he continues to bury his face into my spreading vulva lips eating sloppily, but softly at my female flesh." Now I had my other hand working my clit over as well and was moving the same way Marti was. I looked over to see that Marti had her lips pursed in such a way that she was living out my fantasy. "I just open my lips wide enough to allow his cock head to slide past and greet it there with the end of my tongue. "Ahhhargh!!! Marti let go as she climaxed in a fitful twitch. She relaxed and opened her eyes to see me with the fingers of my left hand buried while I attacked myself with the other. "Jess, can you taste it right now? Can you feel the length of his cock slowly penetrating your face? It is so hard, yet so soft at the same time. I love the feeling of a man's dick in my mouth. Lick the underside, and kiss the head. Ummmmm, I love it when it jumps.' Her words were having the desired affect. I was heading quickly for a massive climax and the way she worked the words with a sultry voice, I knew I was going to cum soon. "More." I gasped. 'I suck and blow, and run my tongue around the head until he starts to moan and then I work it in and out of my mouth letting it touch the back of my throat, sucking and releasing, swirling and bobbing until I can feel him arching for release." I could feel it building up. Marti's words were taking me over the top. "I then grab the base of his cock and start jerking it up and down the shaft. Leaving only its head in my mouth, I use my lips and tongue to drive him crazy. I run the tip of my tongue in the opening at the top of his cock when I feel the sperm shooting past it and into my mouth. It is warm and a bit salty, but it tastes good and I start bobbing again to get every last spasm from him." At this I feel my head explode as my whole body tenses and recoils, tenses again and releases, and finally relaxes as my heart races and my breath slows. "Nothing like a little dirty talk to cause an earthquake, huh?" Marti smiled at me. "Oh Marti, what am I going to do? I just can't seem to get enough. And do you really swallow his, you know?" "His cum? Yep. It is like shaving your pussy. Most won't do it because it sounds whorish, but let me tell you; it is a rush! It really does not taste bad at all, and once you do it, you will find that you like to do it for several reasons. Its sexy, its naughty, you know you are amongst the few and it can be done just about anywhere anytime, and let me tell you; Jon will do anything for you from that point on." "Jess, just give him a blow job until he cums in your mouth every month or so and you will own him. I had a boyfriend once for several months who I would just drop to my knees for whenever it struck me. We would be cooking in the kitchen, watching a movie with a sexy scene, taking a shower, and once in a department store in a clothing rack. I would just reach down, pull out his cock and blow him. No fuss, no mess and he never said no. That man would do anything for me. I got cards, breakfast in bed, occasional flowers. It was great. Now I treat all my men that way and to a one, they have fallen all over themselves to make sure I am happy. It's amazing what a good blow will do for a girl's romantic relationship " "The thought of it makes me hot and apprehensive at the same time." "Sure it will...until you do it. Then it will only make you hot. In fact the thought of it is making me horny right now. Lets talk about what you are going to really do with Jon next, now that you have a new outlook on life and a new pussy to boot." Martie said as she once more reached into the folds of her shorn womanhood and found her clit. We both sat there on opposite couches totally uninhibited with our legs slightly parted, and our flaming pussies dripping as we planned my first adventure with Jon to initiate him to my newfound sexuality. Occasionally, we would laugh as we thought about "poor old Jon", and more than once we got into enough detail to mutually massage ourselves into a collective climax. It was one of the best times I had enjoyed up to that point in my life. Two women, acting like teenage girls, giggling, talking dirty, and masturbating openly together. Jess Ch. 04 It was several months later when Mike left me a note to say that Jess was asking when we were all going to meet again! This really took me by surprise. Whilst I knew that Jess (and Mike!) had enjoyed our get together, nevertheless I thought that our sexual party was a one off. But here we were with the concept of another session coming up. I replied to the effect that I was ready for another session as soon as they were. Mike suggested a date to which I agreed and asked him to fix up a hotel room as before. Mike eventually confirmed that all was arranged and that both he and Jess had a surprise for me when I arrived! ................... In a similar way to the first occasion I visited Jess and Mike I arrived at the hotel at 12.00 noon in order that I could have a shower and change before meeting them. All the time I was puzzling my brain as to what the surprise could be! When I arrived in the dining room I knew immediately what it was – instead of two people sitting at the table there were three. The third person was another young lady of a similar age to Jess. She had blonde hair which fell to her shoulders and appeared to be about the same height and body shape as Jess – maybe her breasts were smaller and very much to my liking. Jess saw me first and immediately jumped up from the table, clasped me in her arms and kissed me. She was dressed in a grey pleated skirt and a white blouse buttoned up the front and pulled tight over those delightful teenage breasts, which I remembered sucking during our first encounter. Just the thought of that made my cock start to move. "How are you, Uncle John? We are so glad you could come (or should I say cum). Let me introduce you to my dearest friend, Amanda. She so wants to meet you and get to know you! I hope you have the strength for two young ladies?" "Before you introduce me, you had better explain how Amanda comes to be here." "Well, as I said she is my dearest friend and I just accidentally {said with a simper} let it slip that I had been in a threesome and how exciting it was. She made me tell her in detail what had happened and before we knew it we were both naked and in bed together. We have often kissed each other and touched each other's naked breasts but we had never been to bed before. Uncle John, it was marvellous. Touching each other's naked bodies and kissing each other's pussies!!! Mmmmmmmmmm. Don't get me wrong. It hasn't turned me into a lesbi but, my God, the act of kissing, touching and going down on a smooth pussy was out of this world. By the time we had finished, dawn was breaking and Amanda made me agree to invite her to our next get together. She also made me agree that I would persuade you and Daddy to suck each other off again and then we would reciprocate by kissing each other's pussies. She said to tell you she is not a virgin and she wants both you and Daddy to fuck her!" I looked at the young girl (OK 18 and a lady!) to whom I had not as yet uttered a word and stood amazed at the fact that she wanted me to screw her – an old man like me! Jess looked at me; leaning towards me she kissed me yet again and whispered, "We both want that beautiful cock inside us and we both want to feel your warm creamy cum filling our wombs." By now my cock had started its journey towards hardness and a need to find a suitable resting place – it looked as if it was going to be spoilt for choice. "I have already told Amanda and Dad that I am having your cock first and then Amanda and Dad can fight over you," said Jess. "I suppose I had better introduce you and then we can eat. I think Amanda would prefer to eat your sausage to any sausage they have on the menu!" Jess introduced me to Amanda as Uncle John; I gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek imagining at the same time where I might be kissing her later on in the afternoon. Amanda was about 5 foot 6, with long blonde hair, smallish breasts and a very nice figure. She was wearing a dress buttoned up the front and I was already looking forward to undoing those buttons and seeing what was underneath. "I am very pleased to meet you, Uncle John. Jess has told me so much about you and I must admit that I cannot wait to see if just half of it is true." All the time Mike was keeping quiet but looking at me with a knowing smile. I ordered a round of drinks and we made our choices from the menu. ..................................... I stood in the middle of the bedroom as Jess began to undress me. My shirt, my trousers and my pants all fell to the floor in quick succession as Amanda and Mike, sitting in armchairs, watched. My shoes and socks had already disappeared. I stood there completely naked. Jess knelt in front of me and took my engorged cock in her mouth and started to suck it. I looked across at Mike who was rubbing his cock through the material of his trousers and at Amanda who was caressing her lovely breasts. My cock grew ever harder as Jess continued to suck it. Her hands wandered up and down the outside of my legs making me even more susceptible to touch. Jess beckoned to Amanda to come and join her. The teenager got up from her chair and quickly knelt by the side of her friend. "Here, feel Uncle John, suck him, make him hard ready to fuck us both," said Jess, "he likes filling me up with his cum so I am sure he will fill you as well." "He is so much better than my boyfriend," said Amanda, having sucked my cockhead for several minutes, "I am sure that I am not going to be happy with Austin after feeling Uncle John inside me. Mmmmm – he feels so good and tasty – when do we get to have him?" "As soon as you are naked, Amanda," said Jess, "I have changed my mind since it is you and I am quite happy to let you go first." "Do I not get a say in the matter?" said Mike, "After all it was I who introduced you to John." "Daddy, you can fuck me whilst Amanda discovers the joys of Uncle John's cock. But I am going to undress Amanda and prepare her vagina for Uncle's cock!" Without more ado, Jess stood up, lifted Amanda to her feet and began to undo the buttons on the front of her dress. There was a belt which only took seconds to undo and drop to the floor. (Remember! All the time I was standing there naked with my cock hard out in front of me.) Jess pushed the dress from her friend's shoulders to reveal a flame red thong and matching bra. She really looked stunning. "Do you want to finish undressing her Dad? You can if you undress yourself first of all!" Mike immediately removed all his clothes revealing his cock standing as hard and proud as mine. He moved towards Amanda, when she said, "Before you make me naked, do a 69 with Uncle John and suck his cock. I have always wanted to see two men suck each other and Jess said you did this in front of her last time. Do not make him cum; I want his cum in me." Smiling, Mike came over to me and knelt in front of me. He took my cock in his hand and started to rub it up and down; then he placed the cockhead in his mouth and began to suck me. Bliss! I looked across at Amanda who had a look of unadulterated lust on her face. She was caressing her breasts and I could see her nipples rock hard through the material of her bra. "Is this what you wanted?" I asked. "Yesssss," she hissed as her hands sank to her cunt and she began making a wet patch on the front of her thong. "But what I want to see now is the two of you lying on the bed with each other's cock in the other's mouth, sucking each other and showing me the lust on your faces." Mike got to his feet and we lay down together on the bed in the 69 position, facing each other's cock. Mike's cock was so hard and the veins stood out from top to bottom. The foreskin was pulled right back and the bulbous tip beckoned me. I remembered what Amanda said, that we were not to cum – she wanted my creamy warm seed inside her young silky womb and I felt sure that Jess wanted Mike's seed inside her body. My lips engulfed Mike's cock – took it in my mouth and tasted the manliness on it. Pre – cum had already covered its surface and I was licking it like a cat licks milk. I started to move my mouth up and down his rod and felt him doing the same to me. It was going to be so difficult not to cum. His balls in front of me were starting to tighten – the same as mine. I looked over his thigh and saw Amanda standing there. Her left hand was buried in the front of her thong and by the movement of her fingers I knew she was masturbating. The front of her scarlet thong was wet from her pussy juices. Her right hand was caressing her naked breast – a beautiful white firm pointed breast which she had uncovered by pushing her bra up and over the mounds leaving them both naked to my vision. "That is enough for the moment," said Amanda. "Later on I want to watch you both cum over each other. Now I want Mike to undress me and Jess to make me ready for Uncle John." Mike got up off the bed and went across to Amanda. He put his hands behind her back to undo the bra snap and as he did so, Amanda took his hardened cock in both her hands and started to rub it. Mike pulled back slightly and released her bra. The straps fell down her arms and she released her hold on his cock in order to let her bra drop to the floor. Mike then knelt in front of her and, taking each side of her thong in his hands, he pulled it to the ground. He was now looking directly at her smooth, white, glistening cunt. He bent forward to kiss it with his tongue; the tip of his tongue slid between her sex lips and he tasted her juices on his lips. Amanda quietly moaned and pushed her cunt firmly onto Mike's mouth. "Amanda! Sit on the bed, open your legs and let me prepare you for Uncle John." Thus spoke Jess in a commanding voice. Amanda sat on the side of the bed, her legs wide open. I looked down at her body – her lovely young, white, firm breasts gently rising and falling with her breathing; her smooth pussy with love lips slightly puffed up in expectation and glistening with her gradually oozing cum. Jess stood before her and began to undress. She undid the buttons on her white blouse and slipped it from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground. She was wearing a purple bra encasing those delightful "B" cup breasts, which I remembered from recent memory as being perky with upward sweeping tips and pink nipples – nipples which I had sucked to erection. Her hands went behind her and she undid the zip on her skirt allowing that also to drop to the carpet, allowing us to see similarly coloured panties, wispy and pulled tight between those milky white thighs. Standing in front of Amanda she allowed one hand to caress her breast whilst the other slipped between her legs and started to caress her pussy. Jess was deliberately arousing Amanda in order to make her ready for my penetration. Deliberately and slowly Jess reached behind her back and undid her bra clips; she held the cups in place for a few seconds before allowing them to fall away from those teenage breasts and drop to the carpet. They were as firm as I remembered; the nipples pointed like recently sharpened pencil leads. She moved between Amanda's open legs and, and taking Amanda's hands, placed them at the top of her panties. "Undress me, my Love. Make me naked before you. Kiss my pussy and taste my juices. Let your hands discover my body again." Amanda gently pulled Jess' panties down her legs and helped her to step out of them. She cast them to one side and bent her lips towards Jess' snow white pussy – her lips touched Jess' slit, exactly where my lips and cock had been last time we were here. Amanda's hands slid gently up and down Jess' naked body – up her back and down over her firm buttocks, feeling gently in the crack and pushing between the legs for a touch of her pussy. Jess knelt between Amanda's legs. She reached out for her friend's breasts and gently began to caress them, flicking the nipples with her thumbs; she bent her head forward and took a nipple in her mouth and began to suck. After a few minutes she moved her lips to the other nipple and sucked on that. At the same time she let her hands roam all over Amanda's body, dipping every so often into her valley of pleasure. She bent her lips to Amanda's pussy lips. Softly, like a butterfly landing on a flower, Jess kissed her best friend's sex and licked up and down that sweet slit which awaited the entry of my rod. I could see that it was so smooth and I could not wait to feel its softness against my cockhead. My God Jess was so beautiful. Her dark hair fell to her shoulders and her smooth brownish bum stood proud as she bent to kiss Amanda's pussy. Her breasts fell away from her body and swung slightly as she kissed Amanda. I could see that one of her hands was feeling back between her legs to reach her own pussy. Her fingers found her own sweet slit and began to caress it. Soon soft murmurs emanated from both girls' lips. Jess sat back on her legs and took Amanda's hands in hers. "Lie back on the bed, my friend," she said,"and make yourself comfortable. You are ready for Uncle John!" Amanda moved fully onto the bed and lay back on the pillows. She opened her legs wide and one could see the juice oozing from her love hole. Jess had done a good job. I crawled onto the bed and moved my body between her legs; I held myself above her and felt her hands reach for my hardened cock. She took my shaft in both hands and guided the cock head towards the entry to her love cave. I looked down at her as I felt the head touch her cunt. I lowered my lips to her mouth and we kissed, our tongues playing with each other, our passions increasing all the time. My cock head glided softly up and down her moist slit. So smooth and inviting. Life was good. I entered her body in one hard push. There was no problem. She was so juicy that I just flowed in like a knife into butter. Up to the hilt. I was deep inside an 18 year old body and it was marvellous. I was fucking her. And just a few feet away was another teenage body waiting for my cock. I could hear Jess as her father screwed her hard and long. Her Daddy was getting ready to inject his cum inside her body, which he had made with that same cum. Under me Amanda started to move and I moved in unison with her – my cock seeking to dig even deeper into that pure white body. She started to mew with pleasure as my cock sank in and out of her body; my pleasure was intense and my balls started to boil. I was wearing no protection but that did not seem to worry Amanda – if she was like Jess she was protected anyway. Her upward thrusts became fiercer and I knew it would not be long before I creamed into her womb. To my side I heard Jess and her Dad coming to their orgasms, loud and clear. Just the thought of my Jess being once again filled with her father's sperm was enough to send me over the top and I sent rope after rope of my seed into Amanda's receptive body. Our bodies were soaked in sweat and now our loins were soaked in cum as we both squeezed our sex juices out of her body through her love canal. I felt the presence of Mike next to me. "Time for you to suck my cum from Jess, mate. She is waiting for you and I need to fuck that sweet Amanda. I have been waiting for this moment for several years." I moved off of Amanda's young body and watched as Mike knelt between her legs. She held her arms out to him as he lowered his body onto hers. "Come on, Uncle John," said Jess, "Fuck me. I want your seed!" My Jess was waiting for me. I looked down at her teenage body and saw Mike's cum oozing from her cunt. I bent my head to her pussy and let my tongue start to suck that sweet man juice mixed with her juices. She was so smooth and silky; her cunt emanated heat from her coupling with her father. Now she wanted me and I wanted her. An old man and a young woman fucking together in complete harmony. Her hands were moving up and down my back sending shivers through me. I could feel the silky skin of her body against my flesh. My cock showed my desire – I had never known it this hard before, even a short time ago when I was fucking Amanda. This was my Jess under me and waiting for my cock to slice into her body. "Fuck me, darling Uncle John, let me know and feel just how you feel for me," said Jess looking up at me with those big dark eyes. "You looked so good fucking Amanda – now I know what you look like when you are inside me!" I allowed my loins to drop over Jess' cunt and felt the tip of my cock touch her slit – moist and warm. I gently pushed and knew that the helmet had slid inside her body. I heard her gasp. I waited there a moment before I pushed my staff deep into my Jess – as deep as I could go. Up to the hilt. Then I started to move in and out in the old fashioned way – oh she was so smooth, so well oiled, so juicy! Jess' body began to move in unison with me; I felt the length of my body touch hers, her breasts squeezing against me on the down movement, her eyes following mine on the up movement. I started to move faster, our bodies slamming against each other. "Slower, my Darling," whispered Jess, "I want this to last!" I slowed my movements down and immediately felt more sensation as my cock slid in and out of her vagina. I looked across to Mike, who was firmly implanted inside Amanda, and who, from the look on her face, was not on this planet at all. She was making it known to Mike that she was enjoying what he was doing to her and that she did not want him to stop. I could tell that Jess was close to cumming. Her whole body was tensing up; her eyes were closed and her head bent slightly back. She was so near as was I – my balls were tight and I could feel the pump about to push my semen up the tube and into that delightful receptacle which was waiting for all my warm, white cum! Suddenly Jess' whole body started to tremble as though she had been hit by a bolt of lightning; to complement it , my cock pushed deep into her body and started to erupt with coil after coil of baby making cum, warm and white – enough to fill her womb and to overflow back into the light of day! Jess was mine, all mine! Jess Ch. 05 Chapter 5 – Death by Chocolate "So, what's the occasion?" Jon asked as I met him at the door coming home from the office. I was dressed in a skirt and blouse. The skirt was a silky black with medium sized white polka dots and came down just below my knees. The top was all white and made of very thin material, which showed the lacy white bra underneath quite clearly. "Oh, lets just say it is a post birthday, birthday party for myself." I said. "I just felt like a romantic dinner with just the two of us, and me cooking." He thought I meant the food, I knew that was only the half of it. I must admit, I found it exciting to know that I was about to ambush (with no bush) Jon with a level of sex he had only dreamt of, if he had ever dared to dream something like what I had planned. My knowing and his confusion only served to drive my sex with more urgency. I opened a great bottle of Merlot while Jon changed into more comfortable clothing and set the main meal of chicken picatta and a salad on the table. "This looks wonderful. What got into you today?" Jon said as he sat down. "Oh, I don't know, maybe it was something at the Fresh Market that gave me the idea." We both dove into the salad at once, and I smiled a bit of a wicked grin as Jon ate the cucumber off his salad. If he only knew where it had been... "Man, the veggies at the Fresh Market are truly crisp and fresh!" Jon said. I wanted to say that he had no idea how "fresh" they could be, but agreed with him about how awesome they were. The chicken was great, but I made sure the portions only filled us up without making us feel gorged. I wanted Jon to be in fine condition for dessert. As I picked up the plates, I told Jon. "Stay put. I have a special dessert for you and I after we finish the wine." "OK. Jess, this is a wonderful meal. You are really special." I said "Thanks" as I sat back down and poured the remains of the bottle in both our glasses. We spoke little in the next few minutes savoring the earthy smell and smoky taste of the Merlot. Jon pushed back in his chair and gave the look of a completely satisfied man. "That was absolutely great! Thanks again." He said. I went to the stove and got the warmed bowl of chocolate sauce and stopped by the fridge to get the canister of whipped cream. I stood up and moved between him and the table. "Now for the final course." I said in a sultry voice. At that, I pulled my skirt up just high enough to flash my oiled and smooth pussy lips as I sat on the table in front of him, placed a foot on either arm of his chair, then allowed the skirt to recover what I had exposed. I then reached inside my blouse and lazily removed the lacy bra, which I had left unclasped everywhere for easy removal. My dark brown nipples were very apparent through my white top. Sticking my fingers in the ice water we had not drank with dinner, I smeared some on both nipples. The coldness brought them to further attention and the wetness made the blouse invisible over them. The impact was just as I had imagined. I smiled at Jon with a crooked, yet naturally wicked smile and said, "ready for some dessert?" His response was precious. "Wha, What... have you prepared?" He said with a choked whisper. "My pussy." I said and pulled my skirt up to fully reveal my now achingly beautiful peach. His eyes lit up, and his jaw actually dropped. His expression was absolutely precious. It was like he did not know where he was. You could see that every fantasy he ever had was flashing before his eyes and he was unsure of whether he was in a dream or if this was really happening. He had a deer in the headlights look, like someone had just hit him with a stun gun. I pulled up the front of the skirt to expose my womanhood like no other time in my life. My legs were parted, and my lips were hanging out of the folds of my vulva in a way I have not seen them do. They were engorged with the excitement of the moment. There it was for Jon to feast his eyes on. I wanted it to be loved, caressed, penetrated, and frankly abused a bit. Being exposed like never before, I must say my pussy was beautiful even to me, and trust me, it was screaming to be touched, but I stayed cool; patience would be rewarded. Jon sent a probing finger my way, only to have me slap him like a grade school teacher. "Now, now, no sampling before it is completely ready!" He was a kid in a candy store and he looked like he was in heaven. Of course, he wasn't, but he soon would be. I reached over for the small bowl of hot chocolate sauce and smeared a small amount from my vaginal opening all the way to the top of my clit, swirling around it a couple times as I just could not stand to stop on the first circle. It sent shock waves through my body and I really thought I would cum right then. Jon was now leaning forward, intently watching his wife, the one who he always knew to be shy about sex, turning herself into a sensual sundae. I am not sure he ever blinked. The whipped crème can was cold in my hands as I turned it over and placed the nozzle deep into the folds of my pussy and pressed the head sideways. The can immediately let out a burst of gas, with no crème and caused my pussy lips to flutter in the wind. The sensation was as incredible as it was unexpected. A small scream escaped my other lips as the vibration that passed through my bulging folds ran all the way through my body. I pulled it out and gave it a good shake, smiled a slightly embarrassed grin, and saw that Jon found the sound and the thought of what had happened amusing. "Better hold it at a higher angle too, that is if you want crème this time." I just smiled, shot an experimental blob on the end of Jon's nose and put the nozzle back inside my folds, but this time, I stuck it in a bit deeper, and raised the angle so that the cold can leaned hard against my clit. This time the crème flowed, with the same incredible vibrating sensation as I traced the full length of my slit from my love opening to the area just above my clit. It made a nice ruffled line of crème, about an inch and a half thick. I then pulled back either side of my pussy and allowed the crème to fill it. When I released the sides of my pussy, I was a bit surprised, but not overly, to find that my lips did not fully close, but remained open like it was trying to tell Jon that it was ready...and it was. "Would you like to put some nuts on your sundae?" I said with a wicked voice. "Only two, and did I tell you I was crazy about banana splits." He said with a mischievous grin that covered his whole face. I leaned back slowly on the table top, closed my eyes and told him dessert was served, allowing my legs to fall outward naturally, fully exposing my cunt in a way I never dreamed I would, even to my husband of 20 years. Jon took me and slid my whole body towards the edge of the table, giving himself even better access to what surely had to be the hottest cunt ever in the history of mankind. I first felt the tip of his tongue caress the inside of my thighs in a line from my knee all the way till I could feel his hot, ragged breath hitting my clit, then he stopped and started down the other thigh. The long lines of touch sent chills through my entire body and I fully expected and wanted him to dive in on the next pass. Instead, I felt tongue touches and swirls at strategic points all around where I really wanted to be licked. Small screams escaped my lips as the tension grew beyond my ability to hold still. "Jon, if your tongue does not find my slit now, I am going to take over myself", and started to reach for my clit, only to have my hand slapped. "Now, now...great dishes must be eaten slowly, and enjoyed, there will be no rushing, and no taking over on my shift." By now the chocolate fudge and the crème had melted and mixed equally with my own juices, and I could feel the warm moisture running past my butt hole and down between my cheeks where it was actually dripping off onto the floor. Three agonizing seconds later, I felt his swirling tongue enter the cave of my vaginal opening and run north very slowly towards my swollen clit, running circles the whole length. The feeling was staggering, my head swooned and I felt myself entering a zone of sexual awareness that I had never entered before. Every touch on my body felt sexual, every movement I made seemed to have one purpose in mind, pleasure. "Hmmmmm...this is the hottest fudge sundae I have every tasted." Jon said as he came up for a breath. I felt the release of pressure and as I came back from the edge of explosion, I noticed that my nipples hurt, but hurt in a good way. Then to my own surprise, I realized they hurt because I was pinching them through my thin cotton top. Jon dove in with purpose. He sucked in the lips on my left side and nibbled his way towards my bottom, then sucked and nibbled his way up the other side, all the time "Hmmmmmmmm..ing" as he audibly slurped his way around my engorged pussy. The constant hum sent wave after wave of excitement over me, I am not sure when he put his finger in me. By the time I felt the pressure of something inside me, I realized he had buried it to the hilt. "Ahhhmmmmm, that feels good, but give me another one. I am so big" I gasped, surprised by my own words. Jon's mouth and tongue continued to work over my entire womanhood, sucking in great portions of my lips, and toying with my clit ever so carefully so as not to let me release the pent up spasm that I wanted so badly. His second finger slid in beside the first with the same ease, and was helped along by my involuntary pelvic rises. I wanted girth and I wanted depth and I wanted movement inside me and I wanted it to never stop. "Deeper baby, deeper." I whispered. And, with that, I felt Jon push hard inside me and start a crawling motion with his two fingers. It was like he was trying to scratch the itch I had burning inside, all the while toying with my clit with the length of his tongue. I could not believe the sensation and I exploded. The feeling started inside me and ran like lightning all the way out to my fingers and toes. I pushed my pelvis up to put more pressure both on my clit and inside my pussy, and the waves of pleasure began, one right after the other for a full 10 seconds as my whole body exploded in an orgasmic spasm. I felt the top of my dress being pulled down and realized Jon wanted at my breasts. Jon has always loved my breasts, but honestly, I never could see the attraction, nor did I really enjoy the attention he gave them. As my whole focus was on the sloppy feeding going on below my waist, I was surprised when I suddenly felt the cool air breeze across my now exposed chest. Jon had pulled my blouse low enough for my breasts to push their way out of the low cut top. The tension of the tight top only served to lift them up and make them feel tight. In spite of the unbelievable feast going on, I could feel my breasts trying to free themselves from the bind they were in and it felt strangely wanting. Like they wanted some action beyond my own earlier attention. With his two fingers buried in me, Jon slid his tongue directly up the centerline of my pussy and headed directly for my exposed but straining nipples. He began by licking the underside of my breasts where they create a small fold against my chest and worked his way slowly up my cleavage gap breathing heavily and hotly as he went, all the while moving his fingers in, out, and around inside me. I thought I was going to die of pleasure right on my own dinner table. With little notice, Jon sucked my right nipple deep into his mouth, causing me to gasp hard at both the pain and the wonderful feeling of it all. My body was being assaulted and I could not get enough of it. "Oh, Jon. You are so wonderful, I could cum a hundred times tonight." I said, and meant ever word. "Jess, I don't know what has gotten into you, but I can't tell you how much I am enjoying myself. This is the best dessert, best evening of my life!" With that, I kissed Jon on the forehead and removed his fingers from my pussy. The look on his face was one of great disappointment. "Did I say something wrong?" "No, you said and did all the right things, but now it is my turn for some dessert..." I trailed with a bit of an evil smile. I got off of the table and straightened my dress, and sat down in my chair. "Come over here!" I said with some authority. "Yes, Mam" Jon said as he hurried over to my chair. I think I could have told him to jump out of the nearest window naked right now and he would have done so gladly. As Jon approached my chair, I stopped him and asked him to close his eyes. "If you peek, this dessert will be over." I said, but knew in the pit of my womb that nothing was going to stop me this night. "OK, no peeking..." Jon repeated. I licked the end of Jon's nose, and then the space between his thumb and index finger, only to find my own juices there. They tasted better than I ever imagined, but that's another story. I next sucked onto his neck and licked my way up to his ear. Jon was stiff as a board. "Relax." I purred into his ear, while unzipping and unbuttoning the front of his pants. His pants were loose fitting and fell to his ankles. I helped his boxers down, and watched with fascination as his cock sprang back into a sky pointing posture, bouncing a bit as it settled into its desired angle. I pushed Jon back onto the table and put his feet on my chair arms. Jon leaned back, and laid his head on the tabletop, while I reached for the hot fudge. I spooned a glob out onto my hands and worked it in to my hands and fingers like I was washing them, covering them in a layer of chocolate syrup. I reached out and took Jon's cock in both hands and worked my hands slowly from his base all the way to the tip. Just like my hips, Jon's could not stay on the table either. I worked the chocolate all over his cock, and teased with him by running my fingernails lightly up the full length of his shaft. I then took the can of whipped crème and ran a line of it from the base of his shaft to the tip and then down the other side. I could feel Jon's breathing change, and knew it was time to do what I had never desired to do before. It was time to suck Jon and I was not going to be denied. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him and I wanted to pleasure Jon in a way he had only dreamed of. "Are you ready for me to put the cherry on top?" I asked. Jon responded with a slight "Yep" and a nod of his head. I grabbed Jon's cock at the base and stood it directly upright. It was red and covered with chocolate fudge and whipped cream. I plunged it into my mouth, and sucked down tight on it. Jon about came off of the table. I began to softly work his dick in and out of my mouth, making sure to swirl my tongue around its head on each pass. "Ahh, Jess, that feels so good." Were the last intelligible words I heard from Jon for the next 10 minutes as I relished the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I never thought it would be like this, but I found the texture; soft and hard at the same time, enjoyable to put my mouth around. Jon was obviously enjoying the moment also. I pursed my lips and slowly pushed his cock head between them trying to see just how much of him I could take in. Fortunately, Jon is a normal sized guy and I know I got more than half in. Based upon Jon's sounds and movements, I knew he was getting close to climaxing. This was my moment. I focused my licking and sucking on the now purple head of his cock and with long slow strokes, pumped my chocolate covered hand up and down his shaft. "I'm cumming!!!" Jon cried out and his dick jumped in my mouth. The first spurt hit me in the back of my throat and was followed very quickly by the second spurt that was longer and hit the roof of my mouth. It felt sexy knowing he was blowing his load in a way he never thought he would, at least not with me. Jon was up on his elbows and the look of pleasure on his face was amazing. His cum did not taste as bad as I had expected either; in fact its taste was really a non-event. I swallowed and got down to sucking him harder, pumping his cock with every new spurt. Jon was zoned out in the land of ecstasy and I was bent of keeping him there. Soon he finished and I licked him clean, saving the chocolate coating as the final desert. "Jess, I am not sure what to say. That was the single most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. I do not know what made you do this, but it was incredible!" "You speak like we are done." I said. "Not so soon!" I want that big dick of yours buried in my aching pussy as soon as it recovers!" With these words I could see that his cock was growing a bit bigger after losing much of its hardness after the blow I gave it. With that, I again went down on Jon and took his limp dick in my mouth. This was pretty cool. It was flexible and soft and I could get all of it easily in my mouth, but not for long. Within a minute or so of swishing and swirling, it became hard again. I pulled Jon off of the table and crawled back on it myself. I grabbed Jon's dick and plunged the head of it into my vagina, swirled it around a couple times, pulled it out and watched as the string of my juice clung to its head and slid it up my slit to my clit. Jon was my joystick. I slowly moved his cock head around and around my clit, sending small shockwaves through my body every time it touched the right spot. I put my heels on Jon's shoulders and worked his cock up and down through my lips, rounding my clit at one end and dipping into my vagina at the other end. I could have gone on like this forever. Soon my clit was calling for all the attention and I obeyed, using Jon's dick, I focused in on my joy point. In my movements to satisfy myself, I was also pumping Jon, who was moaning slightly as I was moaning heavily. I could feel my body arching and the need to rotate faster when I erupted and groaned in a wonderful climax. I immediately pushed Jon's cock to my vagina and pulled him in all the way. There was no resistance as he slid all the way in, in one long push towards my core. I could feel the tip of his dick touching the rear wall of my opening. The feeling of his dick sliding in and out of my soft and smoothly shaved pussy was unbelievable. I never thought something that felt this good could get any better. Was I ever wrong! The lack of hair allowed him to slip in and out easily and gave me a far greater sensation of his presence. Jon grabbed my ankles and held them high and apart giving him the best angle and opening. It was awesome. I could feel every movement, being filled, and then emptied as he pulled out to the tip of his dick. I took advantage of the moment to slide my finger to my clit and begin masturbating while Jon pumped inside me. It was an amazing feeling having both stimulations going on at he same time. The one took my mind off the other on occasion and allowed the feeling to last longer. Soon I was cumming and once I started this time, I must have cum a dozen times before Jon started picking up his speed. "I'm cumming again!" Jon said as he pumped me harder. I could feel his cock jump inside me and tilted myself up to put more pressure on his member as well as the front wall of my vagina. Jon slammed in and out of me several more time and I could see by the strain on his face that it was taking all his strength in the spasm. "Errrrrrrr..." was all Jon could manage to utter as his whole body shook in one final climax. We were both spent and I was actually satisfied. It had been more than anything Jon ever thought possible, and it was better than I thought possible. I climbed off of the table as Jon collected himself in the chair. I straightened out my skirt and top, although my nipples were still standing at attention in my blouse. Jess Ch. 05 "So, how about a little more vino?" I asked. "Than sounds good to me." Said Jon as he stood and pulled up his pants; buttoning them while looking me over like I was someone he did not know. "Jess, I don't know where that came from, or what inspired you, or frankly if you are even Jess and not someone else posing as Jess. In any case, I have to say that was the most incredible thing that has ever happened in my life. And, if you are someone pretending to be Jess, well...I hope you are taking good care of the real Jess and when you trade back in a few years..." Jon was smiling, as was I. What Jon did not know was that this was just the beginning of things to come. Jess Ch. 06 Chapter 6 – Hidden Beauty "So, how was the birthday dinner?" Marti began I reached for the leftover carrot sticks from the night before and washed them down with a swallow of her Sauvignon Blanc. We had just gotten back to her apartment after an evening of free music at the local pub and I was again feeling itchy, just like I had every day now since my birthday. It had been five days, and I had had sex all five of them, two with Jon and three with myself. I needed to tell someone of my "illness" (one I must admit that I already was enjoying like a kid who finally eats his first bowl of ice cream at age 12), and seek some advice. Although I knew Marti's view might be a bit slanted, and I confess not the direction I had wanted the first four days, but by the fifth day, I realized that it was her advice I really wanted. Whereas someone else like the old me would try to figure out what was wrong with me, Marti would see it as a blessed event, one that needed to be exploited. "It went just as you said, dinner and an orgy!" I said with a straight face. "Really?" "Really, really." "So Jon was in the mood." "I think he is always in the mood, but I let him know in unquestionable fashion that I was open for the suggestion.' Marti just blinked at me. "You? You let HIM know?" "Yep." "Girl, I sense a real story brewing here, I want all the details." She said as she flopped on the couch after changing into a thin cotton sleep pants and top outfit, made strictly for comfort and everyday use at home. "Well." "Out with it now! There is nothing I like better than a good old sex story, especially when it concerns my best friend and especially when it is my best friend who has never asked for sex in her whole life." "OK. I have a confession to make." "Ooooooui, starting with a confession, let me get another glass of wine before you start, cause this is sounding like something I want to cherish, not just hear." Marti got up from the couch and bounded to the kitchen for a refill. By the way her butt and breasts moved inside the lounging outfit she had on, it was apparent that it was the only thing she was wearing, and for some reason that thought stoked again the fires of my new found sex life. Marti came back into the living room more carefully as she did not want to spill the wine. As she gathered a few of the oversized decorative pillows under her, she said, " OK, spare me nothing, I want to hear it all." So I started with the Fresh Market and what happened there, and then went into great detail about making it with myself for the first time. I skipped the part about the cucumber as I was a bit embarrassed to tell that part, but I did talk about the rest. I confessed that for whatever reason I was all of a sudden consumed by sexual thoughts, fantasies about things I never thought of before, that I saw things as being beautiful and desirable that I never did before, like Jon's dick. And then I told her about the sex Jon and I had had, which was no different than before, only that I felt like it was different because I was as much a part of it as Jon was. "Jess, the story was great, and I'm thrilled that you are finding sex so wonderful, but I have to tell you, your love making with Jon is boring and your idea of letting Jon know you would be interested is a yawner at best." "I know." I said, "But I just don't know what to do. Well, I know what I want to do, but I just don't know how to go about it. And, then there is the other thing." "What other thing?" "Well, as much as I like my pussy now, I still feel like it is not me. Here I am this beautiful 42 year old woman and I am embarrassed by the look of my pussy." "What are you talking about?" Marti asked with a stunned look on her face. "A woman's pussy is the most beautiful part of her body." "Not mine. It is not feminine at all. It stands out as this unruly jungle amongst the curves of my otherwise well preserved body. When I take off my final article of clothes, I cringe, thinking the sight of it will turn him off." "You must be kidding me. Is it abnormal in some way?" "No, just a tangled hairy mess that is not pretty to look at. I have tried combing it out, but it still looks like a wire brush welcome mat." "Do you trim it"? "No, I never thought of that. Do you trim yours?" "More than that, I keep mine shaved clean." "Why?" I asked in a bit of shock, as I had heard of girls shaving their pussy, but never knew one who did. "Well, actually I do it for a few reasons. First, it looks good. Second, it looks good in tight fitting outfits and swimsuits, and third, it feels sexy. I know it sounds a bit self centered, but I walk around the office and in meetings with men, and while they are blabbing on about their business conquests, I am thinking to myself, "yeah, but my pussy is shaved, and you would give up all those conquests to just look at it, much less make love to it. And fourth and most importantly, it is awesome for sex. It is far better to be eaten without hair than with, and it is far slipperier and more sensitive when it comes to being dicked. All in all, as long as I am having sex, I will be keeping it trimmed and smoothed." At these words I could feel the juices starting to flow between the folds. "So, you think it is actually pretty?" I asked. "No...it is gorgeous," she whispered. "Would you like to see?" I blushed at the thought, but could not resist the invitation. "I would love to." I said, not knowing if it was the wine I was drinking or the hunger I was feeling. "OK" and at that Marti stood up untied the drawstrings, dropped her lounge pants to the floor and confirmed my earlier thought. She was wearing nothing underneath. "Come on over and take a look." I crawled over to about a foot away and was taken back by what I saw. Marti's pussy was as she said, gorgeous! Without all the tangled hair, it was a smooth work of art. The symmetry, the curve of the pubic shape, the pouting lips, and the exposed folds of her womanhood were perfect. I could see what she meant by all of her reasons. It was so beautiful that I wanted to touch it; not for sexual reasons, but for the same reason you want to touch a painting, or a sparkling piece of jewelry. She had left a small close cut line of hair at the very top of her vulva in the shape of a small upside down triangle. This was actually a nice accent to its appearance. It said woman. All I could think to say was " Do you think mine looks like that?" Marti grinned. "Yes, they all pretty much do, but very few women ever expose their perfection, they leave it hidden. I guess it is either because they don't know about it, ala, you. Or, they think there is something whorish about it and don't want to be soiled." "How hard is it to keep it up?" "Just an extension of the legs. Once you shave it, it is just a matter of upkeep every couple of days." I took one last long close look at her womanhood. It was a hidden treasure; one I was determined to have. I stood up and removed my pants and panties, then turned to face Marti. Her eyes immediately went to my bush. "I want mine to look like yours." "Oh, my. You do have quite the hedge. Come on in the bathroom and lets see what we can do with it." We headed to the bathroom, two bottomless women, giggling like college coeds. "Get in the tub and stand. I will do the initial cutting, then you can finish it off with the razor." "OK" As I stood in the tub, Marti went rummaging in her bottom drawer for a pair of scissors. As she bent over to dig into the drawer, I saw that her pussy was just as pretty from the behind. Her full lips protruded behind her as she bent over and her pussy punctuated the perfection of the crease-line that separated her firm butt-cheeks. She was art in motion. Marti sat on the edge of the tub with a pair of scissors, her legs spread for balance, giving me yet another view of what I hoped mine would look like in just a few minutes. I could not help but become aroused by the thought. Marti pulled me closer and began to cut. With each flick of the scissors, a few more inches of hair hit the bottom of the tub. Slowly, I could begin to see the shape of things to come as she deforested me. " I need you to put one leg on the edge of the tub, to let me at the under side." She said, and I accommodated her request. Soon, I could feel her pulling on the lips of my pussy to provide better access to the hair tucked into its folds, and the feeling was electric. "Girl, are you getting turned on by this? It is starting to get a bit slick down here." "I'm sorry, I can't help it, as I told you earlier, all of a sudden, I am aroused by everything. And, the thought of having something so beautiful when I thought it so not, is getting my juices flowing." "Not to mention that I have my fingers all over your sensitive parts, huh?" "Yeah, definitely, Not to mention." She slid her finger inside my folds to get a better grip, but my lips slipped from her grip. She took a different angle and was able to make the cut. It took her longer than we both expected to finally complete the job. By then, I was almost a basket case. Having her fingers slipping around and inside my pussy lips was almost too much for me to handle. "OK, now it is your turn. Here is the shaving gel and a fresh razor." She turned on the tub faucet and allowed the water to run hot. She grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the steaming water. "Here, set this on your pussy and allow it to soften up the stubble of hair that is left." It felt great. The warmth spread through me and calmed me a bit from the excitement of the previous few moments. After a minute or so, I ran the cloth under the hot water again and let it sit some more on my newly uncovered womanhood. I took the gel and began to lather up the whole area of what used to be a small briar patch. I placed my feet up on the other side of the tub and Marti supplied me with a hand mirror. "This will help." She said. I propped it so I could see what I was doing, and began to remove the stubble with long and short strokes. I too had to pull my lips away from the folds to get it all and had both the same excited feeling as I had earlier, as well as the same problem Marti had with keeping a grip. It was slick down there like it never had been before. I never thought shaving could be a sensual moment, but with each pull on the razor, my arousal increased. Within a few minutes, I was pretty much done, and as much as I was looking for errant stubble in the mirror, I was also inspecting something I could not ever remember seeing before, my own pussy. It was a bit red from the shave, but it was just as beautiful as Marti's. The symmetry was there, as were the pouting lips. Mine were a bit fuller than hers, but I figured that to be either the difference between women, or something to do with our age gap. I set the razor down and pulled the lips apart. There was my vagina and it was fiery pink. I rolled the lips between my fingers and spread them further to open wider my slit. There was my clit, something I had been playing a lot with of late, but had never really seen cleanly. I was beautiful. "I can't wait to show this to Jon." I said. "He is going to flip." "That is if he does not shoot his load before the magical moment!" Marti said with a small laugh. "Here, take this cooling cream and give yourself a good rub while I go get my bottoms back on. It will take some of the razor burn away." I put a large dab in my hand and began to work it into my freshly shorn pussy. The cream mixed with my own juices to create a great rub. The more I rubbed, the slicker it got. Soon, I found my eyes were half shut and I was in a swoon. My fingers were exploring and sliding around and through my pussy exploring the new feelings. Up to my clit, a small pirouette, back down and slip inside, back out and up, around down and in. Everything was more intense and accessible. I lost track of where I was and what I was doing, moving rapidly from one climax to another. "Having fun?" Brought me back to where I was. "Oh, yeah...sorry...I lost track...Oh, I'm so embarrassed!" I said with an impish smile. "Don't be, I spent a few hours pleasing myself once I got the nerve to shave the first time. I just could not get enough of myself." Marti said with a belly laugh. 'So, I understand...isn't it great?" "It's better than great." Jess Ch. 07 Chapter 7 – Shea Butter Marti was right. After our dinner last night, Jon was much more attentive the next morning. Being late September, the evenings had turned cool, and this morning showed signs of winter to come. It must have been in the low 40's outside, and since we had not switched the thermostat from "cool" to "heat", it was a bit nippy in the house. While I luxuriated in the down comforter (I really like the mixture of the soft high thread count cotton and the light weight warmth), Jon brought me coffee in bed. Although he has been known to do this before, you could tell he was trying to impress me with his service. The soft music sound coming from the Bose sound machine next to the bed only made it more delicious to stay under the covers and enjoy the aroma and sipping pleasure of the coffee. The velvety taste and feeling as I slowly drank it cleared my head a bit. I could hear that Jon had finished his shower and was now dressing for work. He had to be there by 8:00, and could not afford to be late. It was a big day as clients were coming into town for a review of the products his company sold. I decided to get a start on my day by heading for the shower myself. Crawling out from under the warmth of the covers, my silk nightgown did not provide much protection and before I could take more than a step, I shivered as chill-bumps took over the otherwise smooth texture of my skin. On any other morning in my life, I would not have given this much thought, but this morning I noticed that my nipples hardened into the biggest chill-bumps I had. I don't know if I just never noticed them before, or if the were actually larger than before, but to me they were far more noticeable than what I normally displayed on mornings like this. Whether they were more prominent or not was debatable, what was not was their sensitivity. I could feel the silky material of the nightgown sliding over them and it tingled. The bathroom air was far warmer upon entering and I found Jon in his suit pants and dress shirt, working on his hair. "Sleeping beauty has arisen I see." Jon said giving me a long look, which I noticed seemed to linger on my form showing breasts. "Yeah, I could stand the comfort no longer. It was killing me." I said as I walked up to Jon and gave him a good morning kiss. You know the kind, a bit tight lipped so you don't share morning breath further spiced with coffee. As we parted, I saw that Jon stole another glace at my chest, which was partially exposed from the hang of the gown and fully outlined by the extension of my nipples. Even though the warm air had killed all my chill-bumps, my nipples continued their morning show. Between the silky material brushing over them and the thought that Jon was stealing looks at them made them want to be seen and my nipples were leading the be-seen parade. I turned on the water in the shower and waited for the hot water to finally make its way to the showerhead. I allowed the gown to slip off of my shoulders and expected them to hit the floor as they do every morning, however this time, the gown hung up on my nipples like they were hanging pegs. I laughed to myself out loud as I pulled the material away from my body to "unhook" it, if you can imagine. I had my back to Jon and the shower door open as the gown slowly slid down the length of my body. I could see from the corner of my eye in the mirror that Jon was looking me over with a bit of lust. I knew he only had about ten minutes left before he had to go to work, but the thought of him admiring my physical form was turning me on. The water felt wonderfully warm as it cascaded over my cool skin. The clear glass of the shower enclosure provided Jon with an unobstructed view as I stood under the flow. I could see that he was trying very hard to complete his morning routine while at the same time peeking my direction for a view. I know he was looking at my shaved pussy because if it were me out there, that is what I would have been looking at! Its interesting how powerful a turn on it is to know someone else is watching and admiring you. It is a rush to know they are having sexual fantasy thoughts as they glimpse flashes of your nakedness. I was getting hot and Jon was about to get a show. Taking the shea butter soap, I lathered up the front of my body. Using only my hands I worked it in, in a sensual way. The slippery nature of the soap made it fun to play with my breasts. Gathering them in my hands from underneath, squeezing them, pinching the hard nipples and lifting the ends by pulling on them. This made Jon stop occasionally while brushing his teeth. I acted like this was something I did in every shower, glancing his way in a casual sort of way occasionally, but obviously intent on myself. The lather flowed from my chest down the contours of my feminine form and gathered at my pussy. It did not take long for my right hand to find the slickness between my legs and start to "wash" the area with slow moving, deep cutting movements, while my left hand continued to "clean" my breasts. I could see that Jon's eyes were never moving from the show now, although he was still able to comb his hair. I grabbed my razor and started to shave the very small stubble of hair that was starting to form on my otherwise perfect mound. Jon stopped combing his hair. I worked the razor over each side of my slit, removing the covering soapsuds and giving it a glassy smoothness. Placing my right foot on the small ledge in the shower, I pulled on my lips to get the hair growing in the folds. By the time I was done shaving Jon was no longer even moving or attempting to hide his stare. I turned my back to Jon and bent over to wash my feet. I wanted Jon to see my pussy the way I saw Marti's from behind. Slightly parting my legs and pushing my butt upwards, I could feel my now swollen vulva sliding into Jon's view. It must have been quite the sight, as I could almost swear that I heard Jon take in a short breath. Before I stood up, I ran my hand up the inside of my thighs to my pussy and drew a finger down the length of my exposed labial punctuation allowing the end of my index finger to disappear in its folds. I felt incredibly sexy. Although it would have been nice for Jon to join me in the shower, I was enjoying his watching me even more. 'How is a man supposed to go to work with his wife showering like a sex goddess?" Jon muttered as he forced himself to head out of the bathroom. I found the shea butter again and lathered up once more, only this time it was for me. Running my slippery hands from my breasts down to my pussy, I ran my finger fully inside the folds. I leaned back against the cool marble sides of the wall and slowly fondled my labial lips and clitoris until I reached a subdued but powerful climax. What I hoped would stop a couple days ago; I now was enjoying way too much to ever want it to end. I reached up and took the showerhead off of its hook and started to wash the soap off of my body slinking the hose around my body and flooding my skin with its sensual warmth. I changed the dial to the pulse setting to get a little shoulder massage. Soon the pulsing action had found my subconscious target, and I allowed the water to play with my clit. What a great feeling! I wished immediately that I had figured this trick our a long time ago. The steady beat of the water flow created a rhythmic pattern that zoned me out to the land of sexual plunder. I was fantasizing in my mind of Jon coming home to find me in the nude on the couch masturbating to the sound of an afternoon rain shower. I saw myself totally unaware of his presence as the rain covered all sounds of his entry, and I was naked, my eyes shut, my hands moving around and over the curves of my body. I was in pleasure heaven, with no inhibition on what I was doing. In my fantasy, I was dreaming of sucking Jon's cock again, and my mouth was in the open "O" position, running a finger in and out of it occasionally to simulate Jon's presence. The water continues to beat on my fully uncovered clit, and the passion of a climax is starting to grow inside me. In my mind, I see Jon stripping until he is completely nude, but not making any sound. The sight of his wife secretly fondling, sucking, rubbing, and fingering herself is causing him to gain an erection that needs attention. Jon quietly approaches the edge of the couch and without alerting me, he runs his cock head into my mouth in a single slow thrust, while at the same time reaching to my cunt and pushing three fingers effortlessly into my pussy. In my fantasy I am not even startled y Jon's sudden appearance and the presence of his cock between my lips, it just seems right, and I double my own efforts on the way to a stunning climax. I shudder forcefully as the water from the showerhead brings me to a nice climax in the shower. Leaning forward against the glass, my right cheek is mashed and I am not even aware of its protests. Although I did not want to get out of the shower, I knew I must start my day. With one final effort, I open the shower door and exit. I dry myself off with sensually slow movements, reveling in myself, and wonder if this new life is just a dream like I just had. All I know is that I do not want to pinch myself into awareness. I want this feeling of sexual pleasure to go on forever. Jess Ch. 08 Chapter 8 – I See You See Me The sun was shining as I exited the driveway with a cool breeze passing through the car now that I had taken its top down. I had some running around to do, some errands to run, and it just felt good to get out of the house. The morning's events had fueled my libido with a new haunting desire. I say haunting because no matter how I tried to put it out of my mind, it kept coming back. That is the feeling of sexual power a woman has when she is willing to expose herself. The feeling of power translates into sexual fantasy, which ends up as desire, which in layman's terms means you ache between the legs. You would think a person would try to avoid this feeling if sex was not imminent, but for some reason it was burning a hole in my consciousness and I could not get away from it. I had made an excuse to myself on the way out the door to not wear a bra. "Jess, it just is not going to look as nice if you wear one." I said aloud to myself as I dressed, thinking about the straps as my excuse, but knowing I just wanted to be ready in case I could not overcome the desire to show off. Isn't it amazing how you can kid yourself? The top I decided to wear was one of those thin silky fold over things that tie around the back of the neck. You have to be careful to tie them such that the top is held up otherwise you are forever "fixing" your top so that you do not spill out, or leave open a view to more than your cleavage. I left mine loosely tied and found myself looking down to see just how much of my breasts I could see. I also wore one of my shorter skirts to show as much leg as I could and could not help but wear the panties I bought at Victoria's Secret on my birthday. They were not lewd like Marti's purchase, but they were lace and slightly see-through. If I wanted attention, I was going to get it. The roads were fairly empty as I headed down the highway with the breeze running through my brown shoulder length hair. The highlights I had put in a few weeks back must have shone brightly as my hair swirled around my head. I liked the look of my face in the rear-view mirror, tanned and youthfully mature. The sunglasses made me look seductive which gave me a feeling of mystique and feminine power. The wind was also whipping my top around and opening its fold, which gave me an idea. Reaching down, I pulled back one fold of the blouse to expose my right breast to the cool air. It felt good, so I pulled the other side back allowing the other one to spill into view. With my blouse now riding under my breasts, my nipples hardened by the cool breeze, not to mention the feeling of sexual freedom, I headed for the mall. It felt wonderfully "over the top" (pardon the pun) to be driving down the highway basically topless. Only once did I have another car pull next to me and see me in my glory. It was a woman a bit younger than myself who did a couple double takes before laughing aloud. She rolled down her window and yelled; "Now that's what I call driving with the tops down! I love it! GO GIRL!" As I entered Penny's department store to actually get something I needed, it was obvious they had not turned the thermostat from "cool" to "heat" also. It was like walking through the frozen food aisle at the grocery store. My skin jumped to attention, raising up the now famous chill-bumps and my nipples followed suit. Looking down at my chest, I could not only make out the prominent nipple itself (which could poke an eye out) but also the smaller bumps around the areola. There was not much in the way of form you could not see. My top left little to the imagination. I also noticed that my breasts were not bouncing as much as apparently they had gone tight due to the cold also. The shoe department was just to my left as I entered the door and I found myself browsing the open toe flats, as I needed a new pair of casual loafers when Stan showed up. "Hi, can I help you find something?" Stan said as he slid in front of me. Standing up right, I said "Actually, I am looking for something like this one, but I need it in a different color." I noticed that Stan's eyes, as much as he was tying to look me straight in the eye kept wandering to my erect nipples. "I think I can find something you will like in the back, just take a seat over there and I'll be right back." With that, Stan turned on his heels and disappeared into the back room. Stan was cute and in his late twenties, but that did not matter, I was not going to bed the man, I just wanted to tantalize him a little bit. As I sat down, I made sure to show as much leg as possible without giving a view to my panties while making sure my blouse was sufficiently loose to gap on command. Stan returned with several boxes. "Here they are Miss, I brought back a few different widths to try on." "Thanks, Stan. Let me have the normal width first." I said knowing that I was a narrow. Stan unpacked the shoes and handed them to me. I took the right one and bent over to put my foot in it. At that, my top gapped open to the point that Stan could see most of my left tit. I noticed that he moved ever so slightly to give himself an even better view. "Hmmmm, this does not seem to fit, give me the other shoe." I said holding out my hand. "Yes, Miss." Stan said handing me the other shoe of the set. I could swear he was a bit more nervous as he handed it to me. I bent over again, only this time to my right and gave Stan a view that went all the way to my nipple. I worked at the shoe causing my breast to swing a bit inside the blouse and causing poor Stan to almost melt. As I lifted my head, I could see that Stan had strategically placed a box cover in front of his crotch. I could only imagine what was going on behind the cardboard. "Well, considering how much room is in these shoes, can you give me the very narrow pair?" I asked innocently. "Sure." Was all he could say as he handed me the very narrow pair. " Can I help you with the shoe horn?" He asked equally innocently. "Sure." I said as he knelt before me. In doing so, he had to move the box top and I could see there was some action going on there and it made my vagina cramp with excitement. He put the shoe down, reached for my calf and showed the way for my foot into the shoe. I parted my legs in a way that did not seem purposeful and gave Stan a good long look at my lacy panty clad pussy. I noticed that despite the coolness of the store, Stan was breaking a small sweat on his forehead as he snuck looks up my skirt. I on the other hand was getting hotter with every move I made to show off. It really was not Stan who was getting to me though; it was the idea that I was purposefully displaying what I had always thought ultra-private. I was being brazen and it was very appealing in a nasty kind of way. I could feel the juices beginning to flow in my pussy and could tell that it was growing slicker with each passing glance. By the time we got to the third pair of shoes, I am sure Stan could see the wetness showing through my purple silk lace. I must give Stan some credit; he worked hard for that shoe sale. He had me try on several shoe styles and colors before I finally called an end to our game and bought the original pair I asked to see. As I paid for the shoes, I made sure I leaned over one more time and gave him a great view of both my breasts as they swung slightly from side to side as I wrote my name on the receipt. . "Thanks Miss, you come back again whenever you need another pair of shoes. I really did enjoy helping you out.' He said, thankful to be standing behind the desk where his hardened cock was out of view. My head felt light as I left shoes and headed deeper into the store. It was amazing how sexy it felt to be naughty and how that mixed with the power of knowing you were in charge of a very sexually charged moment. I wanted more, no...I was craving more. I headed for the lingerie department thinking I would get something a little sexier for the evening. Walking through the racks of lace and bright colors, I could feel the wetness between my legs growing with each step. I grabbed a couple items that I thought Martie would approve of and headed for the dressing room. The first outfit was a light blue sheer number that was very see-through on the top, with a lacy g-string thong for the bottoms. The other was a dark blue satin set. The top had slits down the front that folded over each other on each side. It extended half way down to my belly button and was trimmed with a soft lace at the bottom. The panties had a high hip cut, and the front micro-patch that would cover my pussy was cut extremely low. The patch itself was completely sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was obviously made for a fully shaved pussy, as there was no room in it for any bush. I found this remarkable in a naïve kind of way as it just showed me that there were other women out there who recognized the beauty of their uncovered form. As I entered the dressing room, there was a full-length mirror on the wall, as there was at the far end of the room also. Obviously, the first was to allow folks outside the room to see how things fit, the other for a private viewing. Putting on the first outfit, I ventured out to the private mirror to see what it looked like. The fullness of my breasts was completely exposed through the sheer material with my nipples barely hidden at all. The lacy patch of the g-string showed through the sheer top and I could almost make out the line of my pouting lips through the cover of both. I was beautiful. Turing sideways, I could see that the top nicely accented my butt with the g-string providing a sexy frame for my still youthful cheeks. With a wicked thought, I walked towards the other mirror until I was in a position that I knew I could be seen from outside the room. I noticed a good-looking man standing behind one of the lingerie racks. He was trying to help his wife buy something for the two of them, and I could tell that he could see me but that his wife could not. His jaw dropped a bit and his eyes darted to where his wife was, which was out of my line of sight. I pretended that I did not know he was there, and played the role of just looking myself over in the mirrors. He and I both knew this was a game, but I wanted him to know that I was doing this for me and not for him. He was just a lucky bystander. I slowly stepped out further, giving him the back view, spread my legs a bit and leaned over, raising the hem of the top up over my bare cheeks. I turned my head around my legs to see that he was still watching. He was, and I could tell it was going to take a natural disaster to get him to move. The grin on his face said it all. I stepped back out of sight and slowly pranced back into view, giving a side shot of the outfit, pressing my breasts as far out as I could. I turned towards him while looking sideways at myself in the mirror, giving him the full front view and on an impulse, ran my hands up the front of my body, cupping my breasts and then pinching each nipple and lifting. The effect was just as I thought, my nipples hardened and he melted. I then lifted the sheer front in a sexy way to give him a full view of my pussy cover. I could see that he was now leaning heavily on the rack, and was trying to talk to his wife at the same time. Reaching down I gathered the front material of the panty and pulled it up into my bald slit, creating a little wedgie. The material quickly disappeared into my pussy folds. As a final act, I slowly ran a finger up the line of my pussy slit, stopping momentarily on my clit and walked back into the recesses of dressing room giving him a final view of all sides of my body. I could not believe what I had just done, and for a complete stranger no less! My head was swimming with both desire and power as I put on the other outfit. It was far racier than the first as it just looked sexier in a burlesque kind of way. As soon as I put it on, my tits jutted through the overlapped slits in the front, and I had to recover them. The high hip cut lace hung on my hips and angled down to the low cut front patch in such a way as to attract the eye. The patch was cut so low, you could see the small patch of hair I had left above my pussy as well as the beginnings of my slit. Reaching down, I touched my clit through the material and was welcomed by a sharp need to cum. I put on my high heels this time and walked back to the open doorway and slowly made myself visible. This time, I noticed the man had moved a bit and his wife was there with him. They were both looking my way and it was obvious he had invited her for the show! I was not going to disappoint. Placing my right foot on the chair that stood by the door, I gave them both a clear look at my barely covered pussy. I reached down and pulled playfully at the tuft of hair that was there and ran a finger under the patch and deeply down the length of my female furrow, making sure to rub my clit going in and coming out. The feeling was unbelievable and I whimpered a small cry to myself at the intensity of it. As I peeked out, I could see that she had moved her hand to the front of his pants and was grasping his cock through them. He had his hand under her short dress and I can only imagine where his fingers were, but by the look on both their faces, it was someplace good. I slowly and sexily opened the right panel of the top and allowed my full breast to come out. I teased it, licking the end of my finger and running it around the areola. I rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I laid my head back, looking at myself in the mirror. I did the same on the other side and put my left breast on full display. I was now completely exposed to these people and was giving them a show they and I would never forget. I fondled myself everywhere I could as I turned and walked a small circle in their sight line, striking one pose after another, some sexy, some naughty, and some downright lewd. I reached between my legs and found my clit waiting. I was wetter than I could have imagined and I began to rub it lightly while still giving a languid show of my full body to the couple outside. Soon I exploded in a cascade of released pent up pressure. I looked out at them, nodded to them and smiled an embarrassed grin as I headed for my dressing room. There was no way I was going to be able to put these items back on the rack, as they now needed to be washed. I got dressed realizing what I had just done and was a bit afraid of leaving. I was hoping the couple had left, but they had not. So, I gathered up my new outfits and headed for the nearest register. As I left the room fully dressed, I saw her pull him towards the dressing room for what surely was a fitting he would remember. "I liked the last outfit", I heard him say as he left my line of sight. I liked them both and I was sure Jon would too. "Wow, am I ever sexy!" was all I could think, as I existed the store. Heading for the parking lot, I knew I had to explore this side of myself more, especially with Jon. I wondered if I could get the same feeling with a man who had seen me nude a million times? I had to know, and this weekend would be a good time to find out. I drove home with my tops down, one hand on the wheel and one dancing on my clit. Being a woman is great. Jess Ch. 09 Chapter Nine – Flashes of Brilliance I didn't need the alarm. I had awakened 20 minutes before it was to go off. It was Friday, finally. The week had taken forever to complete, and here I was like a grade school girl on Christmas morning waking up long before I had to. Usually, I set my alarm to allow me several snooze times before I actually drag myself out from under the covers, but not this morning. My body was tingling with anticipation. Tonight was the orchestra party at the Gilson Mansion. The Gilson's were a pleasant old couple who supported the arts in town and were giving the end of year gathering party for the "members" of the community orchestra. We had joined a few years back and actually liked the music, whereas the socials were always a bit click-ish and frankly boring. We tried bowing out of a few of the socials with planned excuses, but the grand old gang had put enough friendly pressure on us to make us start attending once again. Tonight was the only orchestra social I had ever looked forward to and it had nothing to do with the social per-se. I stayed in bed until the alarm did finally go off, all the while dreaming of what I would do to poor old Jon that evening. "Jess, how long till you are ready?" Jon asked from the kitchen. "Oh, give me 10 more minutes." I shouted back. I had completed my shower, freshly shaving my legs, pits and pussy and had just finished putting on my makeup. I had purposefully run a bit late, as I did not want Jon in the bedroom with me as I dressed for the evening. I chose a tight fitting stretch white top that form fitted my figure aggressively and a silk black skirt. Over the top, I wore a jacket that buttoned twice in front creating a classic V-cut.. I wore pearls to accent the top with a white on white kind of look. I wore black hose, but not panty hose. I actually bought a black garter belt that had the old time hooks that held up hose that ended at the top of the thigh. It was frilly and sexy if I say so myself. I wore nothing else, no bra and no panties. Without the dinner jacket on, the top was so tight on my chest that it pressed my boobs rounder and flatter, and you could easily see the full color of my areolas through the material and their shape if there was any stiffness to them what so ever. "Alright Jon, I'm ready to go." I said as I exited the bedroom and headed for the car. "Jess, you look wonderful! I must say with your change of heart lately, I was a bit surprised to see such a conservative outfit." "You thought I would dress like a hooker?' I said with a faked shock look on my face. "No, no, not that, I just half expected you to be in something more colorful and less classic in its lines is all. Although, I would gladly take the hooker look and skip the party." "Men...you give them a little sex and they go off the deep end! Cool your jets honey and we will find time for some fun tomorrow maybe." I let fly with a bit of apathy in my voice. I wanted Jon to be shocked. I did not want him to suspect anything. The orchestra performance was good. Jon only fell asleep once during one of the longer pieces. I spent my time half listening and half fantasizing until I was becoming uncomfortably aroused. We reached the car soon after the concert was over and got in to head over to the Gilson mansion. "Not a bad-ending concert for the season huh?" Jon ventured. "I liked it. Especially the long movement with the bassoon playing the bass line." I returned. "There was no bassoon tonight dear." Jon said with a bit of superiority in his voice. "Well, then I guess it must have been your snoring that laid down such a melodious bass to the song!" I dropped with a sarcastic smile. "Ewwww, Score! One point for the gorgeous brunette with the long legs." Jon said as he laid his hand on my thigh giving it a light squeeze and retreating his hand to the steering wheel. "OK, help me find this place." "Its easy, just turn right at the light, go to the end of the road, make a left and soon it will be on your left. You won't be able to miss the place. It is huge." We arrived within a few minutes and headed into the house hand in hand. Jon, I am sure thinking he was in for a dud of an evening and me knowing it would be anything but boring. "Jess and Jon, so glad you could make it." Patty Gilson said with an air of royalty as she greeted us at the door. "Patty, we would not miss your party for all the tea in China." Jon said as we slid past our hostess for the evening. The house was stunning as we left the foyer and headed into the living room. "How about for a blowjob?" I inquired in a sultry whispered voice as we got out of her earshot. Jon stopped dead in his tracks and smiled at me, turned us around in a dancing pirouette and started back for the front door. "We're out of here!" Jon whispered back as he headed us back out the way we came in. I stopped him and said. "Just kidding! I just wanted to know the price of tea in China. I guess it is far less valuable than a good sucking, huh?" "Jess, there is nothing as valuable in mind than having you do to me what you did the other night for dessert. I find myself thinking about it during odd times of the day and all I want to do is find you and ask for a repeat!" Jon said shying away at his last words. "Oh Jon, don't worry your little head off about that. It will not be a one time event in our marriage, I promise." I said, knowing that if I continued to feel like I was feeling, I might just suck the poor thing off in the next few months. The evening progressed as expected. The Boneuts showed up and had a little more to drink than they should have. You could tell by the way Roger was flirting with the ladies and the way his wife Helen got more theatrical in all her stories. The Johnson's told dry tales of their travels to foreign countries and everyone was trying to show both an air of good pedigree as they mixed in snippets of veiled vulgar humor. As the evening progressed, I began to half listen to people and started to think about exposing myself to Jon. It made me go wet immediately. The more I thought about it, the hotter I became, but I just could not find the right moment to do it. So, I did what every woman does when she is a bit unsure of herself...I went to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, I could see I was a bit flushed so I unbuttoned my jacket to see how obvious it would be if I let Jon have a peak inadvertently. I could plainly see my nipples straining against the blouse in the bright lights, but I did not think you could see them like I wanted Jon to see them. They needed some help. I placed a little water on the fabric and the nipples showed a bit more, but that was not what I wanted. I pinched and tugged on them and they really jumped, but it still was not the effect I was looking for. I opened the top drawer of the sink cabinet and there lying on top was a pair of small scissors. I grabbed the tight stretchy material over my left nipple, pulled it away from my chest and cut a small hole in it. When I let it snap back into place, my nipple was squeezed out through the hole. I cut it a bit bigger to allow my entire areola to be pushed out. I did the same thing to my right breast. It looked funny to see my nipples straining out past the holes in the fabric and it felt like some one was lightly pinching them. They were standing out like they were being squeezed out of a tube. This was perfect. No doubt about it, if Jon looked down my gapping jacket, he would see my nipples jutting out. I put the jacket back on and felt the silk lining rub over my very sensitive endpoints. Between the soft rub of the silk fabric and knowing I was about to show them off, it was very erotic. I could not help but lift the front of my dress to reveal my smoothly shaved and gently oiled pussy to myself. I still can't help but stare at its beauty. I touched my clit to see if a small touch would relieve some of the desire I felt. I probably knew it would not help, but I did it anyway. Soon I was leaning against the counter top, masturbating furiously. Straightening up, I left the bathroom and headed for the living room where everyone was milling around. Jon was standing by the punch bowl as I crossed the room to join him. "Would you like some punch my dear?" Jon asked. "How did you ever know?" I smiled and winked at him. With my back to the rest of the room, and only Jon in front of me, I realized that there was no reason to be coy. I wanted a drop-dead affect. I quickly unbuttoned my jacket as Jon was looking down to pour the punch. When he looked up, I had opened my jacket in a casual way giving him a look at my straining nipples. He spilled a little of the punch on the table. I reached up and pinched the ends of my nipples and pulled them up, letting them go, my breasts bounced and more of my tit was protruding from the hole in my blouse. "Want a drink?" I said as my nipples gave a great showing of themselves. "Jess!" Jon said as all the air left his lungs. I quickly but casually re-buttoned my jacket as I felt my vagina contract and the juices begin to flow. "Yeeessss." I said and reached for the punch glass. "Jon, old boy, it looks like you just saw a ghost." Bob Dornski said as he rounded me on his way to the punch bowl. "Huh,...oh yeah, I thought I saw someone I knew" Jon quickly recovered. "Must have been an old girlfriend by the look on your face." Bob laughed. I stepped back behind Bob, with the feeling of obvious lubrication between my legs and seeing that it was clear to do so, I lifted the front of my dress and gave Jon a clear view of my pussy. I reached down and ran my finger up the full length of my slit, let my dress fall back into place and licked the end of my finger in a very sexy way. "Are you sure you are alright?" Bob asked. "You still look a bit ashen." Jon stood up straight and recovered his composure. "Bob, you have no idea how alright I am. It just must not show right." Jon said with a wink in my direction. Jon came around the table and began to speak to Bob about the evening concert. Standing next to Jon as he talked to Bob, I took Jon's hand in mine lightly and acted like I was listening intently to their conversation. Slowly I maneuvered myself in behind Jon where Bob could only see my face to the right of Jon's shoulder. "Bob, that sure was one of my favorite parts of the concert when the saxophone player took center stage and started wailing the blues. It was not exactly classical, but it sure brought down the house with the mixing of New Orleans blues with Bach running softly behind it." Jon was saying when I lifted the front of my skirt, spread my legs ever so slightly, and pushed forward far enough that Jon's fingers slid through my very slick slit and into the warmth and wetness of my vaginal opening. His fingers jumped like he had touched a hot stove, but not away from me, into me. Jon's words caught in his throat and he tried to continue his conversation. "Yes, the sax was something." Bob was saying. I leaned on Jon's shoulder and grinned at Bob. "Tell me Bob." I said. "Did you think he had depth to his performance?" I asked as I pushed Jon's finger deeper into my aching pussy. "Oh yes, his style was deep and rich. It almost made tears come to my eyes." Bob said with conviction. I could feel Jon's fingers working around inside me, and I felt this incredible urge to rotate my hips. Meanwhile Jon continued to talk to Bob as if he had nothing else on his mind. He had two fingers sliding in and out of my wetness; unfortunately, the angle did not allow him as much depth as either of us would have liked. So he found my clit with his wet fingertips and it was my turn to squirm. I could feel my clit flicking as he ran his finger over and around it. I grinned real big at Bob, drank my punch and tried not to scream as my body contracted around his rubbing. There was something incredibly sexy about getting off in a room full of people, none of whom knew what was going on. I gripped Jon's shoulder as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I reluctantly stepped back effectively removing Jon's fingers from my clit and allowing my skirt to fall into place. I watched as Jon put his hand into his pants pocket. He would not be shaking anyone's hand with it for a while. I headed across the room for the kitchen and found that Jon was following me nonchalantly. As I reached the kitchen to put my punch cup in the trash, Jon caught me from behind. "You are a hot woman and now I am a horny man!" Jon said as he put his hand on my hip. "You sure do know how to turn a guy inside out." I leaned towards Jon and whispered in his ear. "Would you like to put that big dick of yours in my pussy? I am sure I have plenty of room for it." I grabbed him through his trousers. "Or would you rather I sucked on it for a while?' I said with a sly grin, licking my lips as I said it. "You know I really like the feeling of it...running my tongue over your little head and seeing how much of it I can get in my mouth." I ran my tongue over my lips in that "Do me!" kind of way that makes men go weak in the knees. We were looking into each other's eyes when we both had the same idea. The garage door was right there. We looked at the door simultaneously and then back at each other. I reached for the doorknob and opened it. The garage was empty except for the little British sports car. I ran through the doorway and pulled Jon in behind me. Jon stood there facing me and I unbuttoned and removed my jacket. My nipples were still straining through the holes I had cut. Jon reached for them and lightly pinched them between his thumbs and index fingers rolling them, and pulled me to him by tugging softly on them. "You look incredibly sexy in your makeshift lingerie." "Thanks." I said as I pulled Jon's zipper south and reached inside to find my new friend. It took me a few seconds to fully release Jon's cock from his boxers and pull it through his zipper. I could not help but think back to the time Jon tried to remove my bra for the first time while kissing me at the same time. We laughed then at his clumsy efforts, and I could not help but giggle a little at myself for being just as lacking in the "smooth" department. We must have looked quite the pair. Both of us all dressed up, me with my nipples pulled through the holes in my blouse and Jon with his dick standing at attention out his fly. I wish I had a photo. I would have captioned it "All dressed up and nowhere to cum!" I dropped slowly to my knees on the throw rug we were standing on and slipped my lips over the end of Jon's dick. He tasted good. I sucked him into my mouth and pulled him all the way out. I ran the tip of my tongue from its base up the shaft and slid the head back into my mouth where I again sucked down. Jon's eyes closed and I could hear the grunts and groans of pleasure he was feeling. I kept this up for a while savoring the unique feeling of Jon's dick and the way Jon was reacting to my attentions. Soon I could tell he was about to cum, so I slowly pulled him out of my mouth, kissing the end of it with a little swirling tongue action as we parted. I grabbed him by the hand and led him to the sports car. Bending over the highly polished hood, I placed my hands squarely in the middle of the gleaming hood. Standing in my high heels, I spread my legs and turned my butt to Jon. I slowly pulled up my dress from behind. "Come on big boy." I said with a sexy turn of my head and waggle of my butt. "Stick that big dick of yours in my pussy. I want to feel you inside me." In this position, Jon had a very open view of my hanging pussy lips from behind. I knew I looked sexy and I could tell by Jon's face that I was right. "With pleasure." Jon said as he eased in behind me and slid his cock deeply into me. The pressure of him from behind was exactly what I needed. Jon reached around me and started to pinch my nipples again. He was working them over, but it felt great. I reached between my legs and found my pussy to be extremely wet. While Jon slowly worked his dick in and out of me and rolled my nipples between his fingers, I massaged my standing clit, reaching orgasm after orgasm in quick succession. Jon's pace quickened and soon his hands were on my hips, holding on as he thrust deeply in and out of my gapping pussy. The sudden feeling of pressure and then its release inside my vagina was wonderful. Some times it feel great to just be filled, other times the feeling of full-empty-full again is awesome. This time I wanted to be pumped. Soon, Jon was moving in and out of me like a sewing machine at high speed, coming inside me in great gasps of relief, collapsing on my back as I leaned on the hood of the car. We stood up after a couple minutes and you could clearly see my handprints on the buffed hood. "Should we clean them off?" I asked. "Nah, leave 'em be. I am sure it will give the old boy something to ponder when he sees them." We both laughed at the thought of finding handprints in the position mine were in, knowing that it was a woman who was bent over the hood. "I am sure he will wonder who got bent over his Bentley." Jon said with a slightly wicked grin. "This will really make him do more than think." I said as I straddled his front fender, pressed down, and rocked a little bit to create a perfect print of my butt and pussy. You could see both clearly as I got up from the fender. "He might just have that fender removed and hung on the wall!' Jon said as he ran his fingers once more through the slit of my pussy and over my clit. The feeling of his fingers running up the length of my pussy and over my clit sent warm chills through my body. I just wanted to purr. "Jon, you better take me home before someone sees me leaking down my legs." I said as he leaned over and kissed my lips. "My pleasure.' Jon said as we escaped through garage door to find our car waiting at the curb. "You know...I could really get used to this lifestyle." Jon said. "Good..." I returned. Jess Ch. 10 Chapter 10 – Martie's Fantasy "So, lets hear it. Out with it girl." Marti implored as we sipped our over priced coffee lattes. The view from our garden table included the walkway to the local fitness center. Although Marti would tell anyone who asked that is was the beautiful flowers around the garden that brought her back to this spot for a relaxing cup of coffee, we both knew it was the foot traffic that she was watching. It was the hard bodies going and coming from the center that really caught her attention, both male and female. Women as a whole are people watchers to a degree unknown to men. Men are looking for the most part at women only, checking to see if she possesses the physical traits we women know they crave or at least those we have convinced ourselves that they do; full lips, muscularly shaped legs, thin waists, and lets not forget the ever present big breasts. To be caught admiring another man's body or style is considered bad form, whereas with women, looking at other women is something all women do and frankly expect. We compare ourselves to the entire styling package, including clothes, hair, makeup, walk, bounce, and the aforementioned physical attributes. And, as you all know we usually do not see ourselves as comparing well. Sure we can pick out the flaws in other women, but we are far more critical of ourselves. You would think the primary reason we style is to attract the opposite sex. Honestly, we must admit that we style as much to be noticed by men as we do by other women. It is this reason Marti and I sip our coffee here. We want to watch people go by and comment on all of them. "Out with what?" I let go, distracted by the boy/girl pair who just left the spa hand in hand, sweating through their gym outfits. His was the normal male getup, tee shirt, shorts, white ankle socks and tennis shoes. Hers, was...well, lets just say it was meant for both working out and looking stylish. The front was cut low to allow her ample breasts to show above, and her thong bottom over the leotards did nothing more than accent her firm butt cheeks. "Out with your latest escapades! I want to know what you have been up to." She said with a devilish growl in her voice. "Are you still a raging sexual goddess?" I smiled back and flipped my hand at her. "OK...yes, I admit it...I am a sex goddess and it is becoming more fun everyday. Jon and I are exploring sex every couple of days with me experimenting with my newfound discoveries and desires. In fact, I am not wearing any panties as we speak! And...it is...delicious." It was the only word I could think of to explain how I felt and it fit. "You bottomless tramp! Tell me!" Martie said as she giggled. "But...not here. I am not sure I could stand it, and I know the folks around here would find it bad form for me to be playing with myself under the table." The waiter came and Martie picked up the tab. "The price of admission." She said as I protested her generosity. When we got back to her flat, Martie wasted no time, popping a bottle of Chardonnay and pouring two very large, very full glasses. We drank them until they were almost empty, laughing and gabbing about things in general when Martie said, "I'll be right back and I want to hear all the sordid details of your adventures!" And left me sitting on her lounging leather couch. While Martie was gone, I started to think about the last time I was here and how I learned that my pussy was a work of art and not a smudge mark on my feminine canvas. I also began to think about the stories I would be telling Martie concerning what had happened since then and I could feel the heat rising within me. I was also starting to feel the effects of the wine and between the two, found myself pleasantly aroused. Martie came bounding back into the room wearing a loose bathrobe tied around her waist. "What's with the bathrobe?" I inquired. "Well, I just thought I would save myself some effort. If your stories are even close to the fantasies you described the last time you were here, then I will have to have easy access. I will not just sit here frustrated and cream my jeans when I can just lean back, spread my robe, and play with myself." At this, Martie pulled back the opening of her robe, exposing to me the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Of course, I had only seen hers and mine, but who is counting? "Well, if you're going to be like that, then I feel compelled to be likewise ready for what ever might cum!" I said as I let my jeans fall to the floor, exposing the micro patch panties I bought during the show I gave at Penney's. I flopped back onto the couch and put my feet up on the ottoman. "Wow, what are you wearing?" "Just something I picked up the other day while shopping at Penny's" I said with a slight grin. "And, I thought you said you were not wearing anything under your jeans" "This is far closer to nothing than it is to something." I said in my defense. "Good point." Martie said as she reclined on the easy chair. And with that I began to tell her the story of my shopping spree. By the time I was half finished, Martie had shed her robe completely and was completely nude and had two fingers buried inside while the other hand was seriously stroking the full lathered length between her labial lips. I found myself watching her every movement and embellished the story a bit to keep her on a constant sexual high. I was absolutely stunned by her beauty. I guess I had never looked at a nude woman this way, especially one who was in the throws of self-satisfaction. The lines and curves of her body were poetry in motion as she undulated under the slow build of her impending climax. The interspersed quick thrashes when she reached a spike sent a sensual spasm over the flexed and soft parts of her body. I could easily see that her beautifully large breasts were firming up and her nipples would flash hard and then soften as she rode the roller coaster of arousal. I then told her the story of my dinner and the one about the dinner party. By this time, I had my fingers doing a strong tap dance over my sensitive parts too. "You mean you left a perfect image of your butt and pussy on the fender of his car?" Martie said with great delight. I had finally shocked her. "Yes, and the hand prints and all. I am sure he will never look at that car quite the same." I said while laughing till my sides ached. Soon we were both sitting in silence and slowly massaging ourselves to keep a constant level of arousal. "Jess. Can I ask you a favor?" Martie said after we had settled down. "Sure Martie, you can always ask. You know I would do just about anything for you." "Well...this is going to sound a bit strange, but in all of my escapades and experiences, there is one thing I have never done that I have fantasized about." Martie said. "You have got to be kidding. What can there possibly be that you have not done?" "I..I...well, I can't believe I am being this shy! I have always wanted to taste another woman's pussy, but not just any woman's. I want it to be like mine, smooth and beautiful. I want to know what men are getting when they eat me. It is something I have thought about for a long time, but just never knew how I would do it without a lot of hassle. I'm not a lesbian, but I just want to know what it is like to eat a woman's pussy..." I could feel my own pussy contract and flush. "And." Was all I could say, and it came out as a croak. "Well, can I eat your pussy? There now, I've said it and there is no putting it back." Martie let fly. "I figure you will understand that this is a one time thing, just to satisfy my own curiosity and let it go at that." "Uh." I was stunned silent. My body was saying yes, but my sensibilities were confused. And then it hit me. How could I say anything but yes? "As I said Martie, I would do anything for you, and if you want to eat me, then give it your best go." I said as I scooted to the edge of the couch and spread my legs wide placing my smooth cunt on total display. "You sure?" Martie asked one last time while staring at my main attraction. "You bet. Now get over here before I leak on the couch." I said as I lay back onto the throw pillows. From my vantage point, I was looking down the length of my body towards my pussy from a semi-reclined position as she sat down between my legs and I could see that her face was a mere inches from her fantasy. I could feel her quickened breath on the surface of my labial folds and then her fingers as she slowly opened it up by peeling back the lips to expose the soft flesh inside. "You are beautiful." She said as I felt her trace the space from my clit to my vagina with her index finger. She dipped it an inch or so inside me and then made the same track back to the top, only this time she stopped on my clit and did a very slight push and rotate move, sending chills of desire through my body. I felt her pulling back my lips further, and then the onset of her hot breath on my most sensitive knob. She pursed her lips and descended upon my clit, giving it a light kiss before running her tongue down the same trail her finger had taken earlier. Upon reaching my vagina, she slipped it inside and twirled it around like she was trying to lick it clean. At first, I tried to think of her as being Jon, but the feminine way she went about this made it impossible. I was being eaten by a woman, and it was...delicious. She let go of my pussy lips with her fingers only to suck the fullness of it into her mouth, swirling it around, running her tongue over and through the lips, and finding her way to my clit at strategically timed intervals. I felt like I was being taken to a cliff, only to be let down easily when I wanted to be thrown from it, time and time again, with each cliff getting a bit higher. I could feel my back arching and then two of her fingers sliding inside me, scratching the front wall of my vagina. I could not stand it any longer. I had to cum! Grabbing the back of Martie's hair, I pulled her face away from my mound and looked her in the eye. "I NEED to cum now!" I said. She had a crooked grin on her face as I buried her face back into my wetness. She went after me in earnest then, focusing her energies on my clit until I screamed with ecstasy. She pulled away, but I was not done. I buried here face back where it came from and she took me there again, and then again, and again, until I was exhausted. "Jess" Martie said after a moment of silence. "I now know why men spend so much time eating my pussy. It is unbelievable. You are so soft and the feeling of your cunt lips between my lips, and the feeling of your hard clit under the tip of my tongue...I could do that for hours and hours. I have always thought it felt good to put my fingers into my own pussy, but it is ten times better putting them in yours." And with this, she went back in for a second round and all I could do was spread my legs a bit further. It was awesome. This time, Martie consumed the entire area of my sex. Her tongue found its way over, around and inside every mound, crevice and fold. Her warm breath, mixed with the soft slippery feel of her tongue, accentuated by the smoothness of her female facial skin made for an incredible sensation in the space at the juncture of my legs. It was like she was trying to melt into my flesh and pass along the pleasures she knew all too well. Before she was done, Martie had worked three of her fingers into me at the same time, thrusting them in and out of my pussy while sucking on my clit the way a baby sucks on a bottle nipple. I did not realize my clit was big enough to actually suckle, but it was a raw sensual feeling that sent me screaming over the edge. I came so many times, I lost track. Neither of us could get enough. Although my body was exhausted, my curiosity was peaked. "OK, now you have me thinking the same fantasy! I never thought I would ask this, but do you mind if I taste you? I mean, when am I going to have this opportunity again...and listening to you go on has got my curiosity running amok, and heck...you can't refuse, and I can't be embarrassed, and as you said, you know I am not a lesbian either. Oh, listen to me blather! What do you say? Can I eat you too, so I know how it feels?" Rather than answer, Martie lay back on the couch and spread her legs. "I was hoping you would ask. As hot as I am right now, I could surely use a little relief." Kneeling on the carpet, I bent down between her legs, and pulled in close to her pussy. I could see that it was glistening with wetness, waiting for someone to pull back its covers and reveal its treasures. I pinched her labial lips between my thumb and index finger and rolled the loose flesh between them. It was amazing how soft and pliable they were. Martie began to arch her back with even this slight touch. Taking hold of each lip, I pulled them towards me and separated them to give me a full view of her inmost secret place. I had never seen an open pussy this close. The flesh was vibrant pink with touches of red and swelling from both her rubbing earlier, and her body's excitement. The top of her clit stood out like a small hooded knob, innocent in its appearance, but I knew if I touched it, she would nearly come off of the couch. I lifted her legs so that her full slit was available to me. I could see the entrance to her vagina, and also the tight tanned ring of her anus. I did not know where to start. I ran a finger from just below her clit to her vagina and could not help but run my index finger as deeply as I could inside of her. I wanted to see if she was just as soft as I was, and to my amazement, she felt softer yet. Her hole was warm and wet and soft, and deep, which is a poor description of how it actually felt. It was indescribably sexual and sensual and inviting. I could even feel the light contractions of her vagina as it tried to suck my finger even deeper into her body. I lowered my face to her mound and sucked in her labial lips as she had done to my pussy and played with them with my lips and tongue. Her taste was different than I had expected. It was not musty or pungent, but smooth and velvety in flavor. Between my finger inserted in her and her lips being in my mouth, Martie had looped her arms through the crook of her knees and was spreading herself as far as she could. I ran my tongue from her soaking vagina up to her clit and circled it a few times. Again, I had never run my tongue over something that was this soft, pliable and velvety. I never dreamed it would feel this tantalizing. "Oh, Jess that feels so goooooood...lick me. Yeah, just like that!" She said as I returned my favorite feeling by sucking her clit between my pursed lips and tonguing the end of it while nearly nursing it. "Ahhhggghh..."Martie purred as she lifted her head to see me at work on her cunt. I was getting into this. I was sloppily licking and sucking my way up and down her slit, drawing in great mouthfuls of her flesh as I worked her from one end to the other. On the next trip South, I removed my finger and drove my tongue as deeply as I could inside her, my nose bumping up against her clit as I licked the inside of her pussy's tunnel. Martie began to buck up against the tip of my nose, her body searching for a way to grind her clit on something while I feasted on her vaginal opening. I obliged by rubbing my nose against her clit. Soon Martie was screaming her way through another orgasm and I drank in the light gush of her cum. I allowed her to catch her breath before starting my next attack on her womanhood. I started to run my tongue slowly around her clit, while I pushed two fingers into her. "Give me another one." Martie said breathlessly. And I did, sticking my ring finger in with my index and middle fingers. "Another!' She commanded, as three was evidently not enough. Surprisingly, my little finger found plenty of room to follow the other three and now I had my four fingers buried in her cunt as far as they would go. To get any deeper, I would have to put my thumb in there with them, basically burying my whole hand in her! The space inside Martie was amazing. It did not feel tight as her passage stretched to accommodate my four fingers as they slid in and out of her pussy in time with the circling of her clit with my tongue. Martie was in the orgasm zone and nearly unintelligible. Her body writhed with pleasure along with the guttural sounds she made as she passed through one spasm on her way to another one. At some point in this orgy of wonder, her body relaxed into a puddle of sweat and deep satisfaction. When I raised my head from her mound and allowed my fingers to slip free of the grasp she had on them, we both just stared at each other for a minute. "That was awesome.' Martie said. "Better than I ever dreamed." "I never would have imagined it either. In fact, I can't believe we just did this." I said. "Our pussies are really something special!" I said with a laugh. "No kidding. " Martie gasped. "I love to suck a cock, but this is pretty amazing too." As I left her place, Martie said she was glad to have such an understanding and good friend. I told her the same and said (with a big grin) that she could eat me any time she wanted. "Really?" She said. "Really!" I said. "I may take you up on that!" She said. "I'm planning on it." I returned. "Really?" Martie asked with a sly look. "Really!" I said, "As long as you don't mind returning the favor." Jess Ch. 11 Chapter Eleven – Teasing Evening, Binding Pleasure November came quickly. It was cooling down quite a bit outside even if it was heating up inside. Jon and my love life were growing stronger every day. It was Jon's idea to have a real date. We had been having so much fun of late that we had forgotten, at least for the moment the art of romance. Jon asked me if I was interested in dinner out at a nice cozy restaurant and then maybe a little dancing at a local bar/café where it was known that the trendy crowd hung out. We decided on a Thursday night to miss some of the crowds that Friday and Saturday brought, and since Jon was going to be out of town from Monday through Thursday morning on business, we both agreed it would be a good night to share together. I was good while Jon was out of town. I purposefully ignored my growing sexual urges, did not flash any unsuspecting persons, nor did I spend any time over at Martie's which might have digressed quickly into a licking contest. That was something I was getting ready for, but not this week. No, I was being a good girl, biding my time, waiting for Jon to get home. Now, I know Jon meant the evening to be a romantic one for the two of us where sex was inevitably going to happen, but the idea was for it to happen later rather than sooner. This thought, along with the extended lack of physical pleasure was causing me to fantasize about what the evening could include. Just because we were not going to find ourselves in bed immediately (like the second he got home from the airport) did not mean that I could not make the whole night something that would make the crest of the evening very special. On a wild hair, I called Martie while driving to the store and asked what product she used to create her beautiful blonde hair. It always has such a glow about it that turns every man's head in the room. "So, you're going blonde, huh?" Martie asked, and I knew she was putting her usual reasoning behind it. "Yes I am. Jon gets home the day after tomorrow and we have a special evening planned, and well...I thought I would give him something completely different. I have never changed my hair color before, other than to put in a few highlights, and I just thought it might add a bit of spice to the evening." I said "The different woman look, huh? You know what you get when you turn three blondes upside down don't you?" She asked. "Uh, no. What?" "Two brunettes and a redhead!" Martie bust out with a belly laugh. "Well at least no one will be able to tell you are not a real blond by turning you upside down. You do know however that your eyebrows will still be brunette if you don't do something about them too. Unless you want the Brook Shields look." She was still laughing. "No, no...I want to really look the part. Thanks for passing that one along, I will pick up a small brush for that too." I said. "No need, if you buy the right kit, the one I use, it comes with eyebrow stuff too. I just wanted to make sure you were not surprised when you let your hair down only to find black caterpillars stretching very noticeably across your forehead." Martie gave me the name of the product and by days end I was a blonde. It took me two runs at it to get the color I wanted, but in the end, I was a sleek blonde and I only felt like I lost 10 points from my IQ, and not the 30 Martie said I would lose. "I swear I have more blonde moments after coloring my hair than I did before. I must have lost 30 points from my IQ!" She had laughed as the barrage of blonde jokes kept coming during our call. A quick look at myself in the mirror gave me a boost of confidence. I was a stunning blonde if I do say so myself. I was always afraid of what I might look like, but the change was dramatic and it was good. I was just as sexy a blonde as I was a brunette. The eyebrows were the trick though. Without that part done I would have looked a bit silly. I must admit, I also took the opportunity to bleach the dime-sized patch of trimmed pubic hair I had left at the very top of my pussy too. It just made me completely blonde, and it felt good to get all the details right. Call me a perfectionist if you like, but I just felt giddy knowing I was blonde all over. I did not let on to Jon what I was up to. To keep it more of a surprise, I told Jon that when he got home, he would not find me. In keeping with our romantic date, he could pick me up at the Pickering hotel downtown and if he were a good date, I might invite him to spend the night with me. "What are you up to?" Jon asked with a suspicious tone when we spoke that night on the phone. "Oh, nothing you would find all THAT interesting." I responded. "Right...anything you do these days has got my complete attention! I find myself watching and admiring your every move. You are one stunning woman, and if all you are doing up there is waiting for me, I am still interested." He said. It is amazing how his attentions towards me had changed since my event at the fresh market. Before, it felt like we were married business partners who had figured each other completely out. There were no more surprises. We were in love and appreciated each other, but there was a spark missing. Now we were romantic partners where everyday brought on a new level of excitement. I wondered how I could have missed this kind of relationship for so long. On the day before, I bought a high-end sunless tanning solution. I was not about to go cheap on this stuff, as there is nothing sexy about an orange woman...that is unless your husband is into extraterrestrial sex. This is a topic I had not discussed with Jon, but he was not the science fiction type, so I decided to spend the extra bucks and insure that I would look like I had hung out on a Florida beach and not in one of their orchards. The stuff actually worked, bringing out a rich brown color to my skin that looked like I had just come home from a cruise. I purposefully did not color my breasts or my panty lines. I wanted to look like I had tanned in a bikini. I think the lines are sexy. The white flesh stands out and draws attention to the parts I want him dreaming about. I also stopped by Victoria's Secret and found a really sexy outfit to share with Jon. It was a dark green corset and robe set that complimented my body shape. The silk robe covered everything in a nice way, its length covering my thighs. The corset was naughty. Its purpose was to show everything off. Upon removing the robe, the corset surrounded my torso and supported my breasts a little with a layer of black lace, but left them fully exposed. The bottom stoped at the small of my back and the front was cut at the bottom with a v-cut , basically pointing the way to my black g-string. I picked out my evening outfit also. It would be a black silk skirt that had a slit up the side that came up to within a few inches of my bottom, a long sleeve sheer white top with a sexy, lacy bra that easily showed through the blouse, and a black accent jacket. I went with a deep red lipstick and a red earrings and necklace set. With my new tan, I would forgo the panty hose and wear shoes that were chic, but comfortable for a night of dancing. I wanted to be hot, but not too obvious. Thursday came and I checked into the Pickering. The room was a standard room, but it was nicely appointed and very Victorian. The bed was king sized, and to my surprise was a four-poster, with spindles that almost reached to the ceiling. I jumped onto it and found it to be nice and plush. I ordered up a bottle of Champagne to be waiting for us when we got back to the room and spent the afternoon getting myself ready. I took a nice long bath and put a fresh shave on my legs and pussy. I wanted to be perfect tonight. As I sat in the tub, I daydreamed through the way the night would go, thinking of new ways to excite the evening. Soon I was playing with my clit and allowed myself one orgasm to get my motor running. As I put the finishing touches on myself, I made a change of plan decision. I would forgo the bra and panties. I wanted to feel the power of seduction, and I knew what Jon liked, blatant sexuality. I cooked up a few surprises for the evening also. This was going to be fun. By the time Jon came knocking at my hotel room door, I was hot. My blonde hair was left to fall naturally against my new tanned face, giving me that California girl look, and the outfit I had chosen accented every thing just the way I wanted. It was not too obvious, but it was definitely sexy. The jacket framed the obvious nicely. You could easily see that there was nothing under my blouse as my cleavage was clearly visible. I knew he would get hard wondering all night what this blouse would look like without the jacket. The slit up the skirt would make him wonder also and wondering is sometimes sexier than knowing. I have learned that men think this way. I heard a light knocking at my door at just the appointed time. I opened the door and the look on Jon's face was just what I expected. I was stunningly sensual and he was in awe. "Jess, you're blonde and...you are beautiful!" He stammered. "I'm sorry, my name is Jackie...Tom." I responded. "I am sure you must have me mistaken for someone else. Aren't you my blind date?" I could see the flash of confusion settling into the realization of the moment as Jon figured out the game for the evening. "I am sorry miss. I was told your name was Jess, my apologies. Let me introduce myself. My name is Tom, and I am very happy to make your acquaintance!" And, that is how the evening began. I could see that his eyes cut directly to my chest and the slight grin that crossed his face said it all. He wanted to see more. "I understand. I have made the same mistake a couple times myself. So Tom...what's the evening hold for us?" I said. "I was thinking a little dinner, dancing, and then see where the evening goes from there. Just let it take its own course after that." Jon improvised. "Tom, my friend tells me you have a great dick and know how to use it. Is this true?" I asked innocently. This caught Jon by surprise. "Well...your friend is very kind, but if I do say so myself, it is true." He said very smoothly. "I just wanted to make sure up front, I certainly don't want to waste an evening with a small useless dick. I mean a girl has to have some standards you know?" And with this I reached out and grabbed his crotch. He was already getting a little life there. I fondled him lightly. "Yep, that baby has potential. I'm ready, lets go." I said as I grabbed my purse and slipped past him in the hotel hallway. In the car on the way to the restaurant we chatted lightly. I allowed the slit in my skirt to ride up and open a bit, giving glances of the full length of my legs. If I had let it ride up any further my pussy would have come into view. Jon had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road, and more than once swerved over the middle line only to be brought back to his senses by the sound of running over the little reflectors. Dinner was at a fancy restaurant with dimly lit secluded tables and dinner was delicious. I had the crab and Jon had the fish. Midway through our meal, I made an animated movement with my right hand and my bracelet slipped off and fell to the floor under the table. "Darn. I just dropped my bracelet. Please excuse me as I disappear under the table cloth." I said. "No, I will get it." Jon said. "No date of mine will crawl under the table in the dark." "OK, but I was not going to be in the dark. I have my trusty micro-light." And with that I pulled a tiny key ring flashlight from my purse and handed it to Jon. "Oh, Tom you are such a gentleman, how can I ever repay you." I said as I batted my eyes. "I'll think of something." He said as he started his dive under the table. As he dove, I quickly lifted my dress, spread my legs by grabbing my knees and lifted my feet off of the ground. I knew this would give him a full view of my pussy. Before coming to dinner, I had taken a marker and written above my pussy "KISS ME HERE!" "Are you finding it? I asked as soon as Jon was under the table. "Oh yeah, I found your treasure." I heard him say as I felt the wave of hot breath on my exposed skin. His lips touched me softly at first and then his mouth covered my whole mound. I felt his tongue run down to the length of my slit and enter me. It felt wonderful. He sucked and licked just long enough for my blood to begin a slow boil before he reemerged above the tablecloth. "Here you go." He said as he handed me my bracelet. "I would say hold on to that thing a bit tighter, but I would be more than happy to do a search and rescue under this table at any time. By the way, I hope you did not mind the French kiss, Jackie." "My favorite kind." I said and noticed that I still had my knees in my hands like I was waiting for the next suitor to plunge into me. I relaxed and put my feet back on the floor. I took the bracelet from Jon and put it back on. "It is a bit hot in here." I said. "I bet it is." Jon said back with a wicked grin as he licked his lips. At this, I removed my jacket. My nipples were as hard as a rock and pointing towards the ceiling. In my sheer beige top, I must have looked nearly topless. "Whew, that is better." I said as I fluffed my top causing my tits to jiggle nicely. "Yes...that is much better." Jon agreed as his eyes ate up the view of my very visible hardened nipples the same way his mouth had eaten my pussy, full on. We ate the rest of our dinner, ogling each other. I made sure Jon had a great view of my breasts and he made sure I knew he was thrilled by it. Our waitress stopped by and cleared the table. As she looked at me and asked about dessert, she saw what Jon was seeing and winked at me as a broad grin covered her face. We told her to give us a few minutes and sent her away. I freshened my lipstick with a new coat of the deep red color while Jon looked at the dessert menu. "So, what would you like for dessert?" Jon asked. "I want to play with that dick of yours that I have heard so much about." I let fly and winked at him. Jon sat back in his seat, and lifted his glass of wine. "Good, because I want to play with your tits." Jon said. "I want to grab your cock and run its length through my hand, I want to feel it get harder as I jerk it." I returned. "I would like to rub oil all over your body. I want your tits to be slick. I want to pull on your nipples until they harden." "I want to suck your cock." I said in a whispered tone, opened my mouth into an "o" shape and ran my tongue in and out a few times. Jon smiled as he sipped his wine. "I would like to suckle in one of your nipples and roll it around inside my mouth, nibbling on it a bit while I run my hands over and into every part of your luscious body." He returned the verbal volley. His statement made my pussy go wet. "I want to run my tongue up the full length of your shaft and suck in your cock head and see how far down on your shaft I can leave a ring of this red lip stick." I countered while pursing my freshly coated lips. "I want to reach under the table and grab your meaty pussy." And with that I felt his now bare foot sliding up my dress. "I want you to slide your dick between my oiled tits and into my mouth like it is my cunt...pumping it in and out." I said as I licked my lips. "I want to use my tongue to play with your clit." He said as I spread my legs and I felt his big toe land squarely on my clit. "Oh Tom, are you going to make me cum right here in the restaurant?" I said as I gyrated my hips a bit, causing my clit to catch fire. "I guess we will see..." He said with a wicked grin. "Do you like my pussy Tom?" I asked with an innocent tone. "I love your pussy." Jon said as he started to rub it softly. "Do you like it smooth?" I returned with a wispy voice as the movement under the table started my head to swoon. "It is beautiful! There is nothing more beautiful in the world than a well-trimmed pussy. It is so much more slippery and sensual. Do you like the feeling of a cock sliding in and out of your very slick pussy?" He said as his toe slid off my clit and down my slit into my sopping wet hole, only to make its way slowly back up. "Yes, it feels so easy. I would like to run your cock head all over my pussy. Do you like to eat my pussy?" I said to reverse the flow of the conversation. "I loved sucking in all of your soft flesh. I look forward to spending a lot more time on that later tonight." He said. "I want you to stick your fingers in me and wiggle them around. And it is too bad you can't do that right now!" I said as I sucked my index finger into my mouth. "I want to cum in your mouth." He said as he quickened the pace of his toe. "I want you to cum in my mouth." I said and ran my finger in and out of my mouth, licking it sexily as I did. "I want to suck you until you empty yourself inside me." I slurred a bit as I was getting close to cumming myself. "I want to rub your softened dick head all over my pussy and use it to make myself cum." "I want to bend you over and slide into you from behind." Jon said as he leaned forward, but keeping his contact with my clit right where I needed it. "Oh Tom, pump me baby!" I said through clenched teeth as my pussy erupted in a monster climax. I opened my eyes to see Jon staring at me with a wistful look. He let his foot drop from my pussy. "Are you ready to go dancing?" I said. "I will be in just a minute. I have the largest hard-on you have ever seen, and it might be a bit embarrassing to the folks in here to have them watch me walk stiff legged out of here." "Oh, poor baby." I said and slipped under the tablecloth myself. Turning on the flashlight, I could see that Jon was right. He had a raging woody. I reached over and unzipped his fly, and managed to release his dick for the bondage of his boxers. It was as hard as I had ever remembered him being. Kneeling on the floor between his legs, I was both a bit relieved and secretly disappointed that the tablecloth went all the way to the floor. It would have been very sexy if the other diners could see some part of me under the table. I grabbed Jon's cock and ran the tip of my tongue from its base all the way to the crown. I could already taste the pre-cum at his tip and knew he was just as hot as I was. I wasted no time sucking him into the depths of my mouth and slowly started to pump my face up and down his shaft. As ridged as he was, his cock head was still pliable and I gave it extra attention, sucking and running my tongue over and around it. It did not take long for Jon's body to start tightening up. I could feel it in his legs as he neared climax, and to my amazement, his dick got even harder. I had him buried as far as I could and rolled my lips to make a red marker on his shaft. I wanted to know how deep I had taken him in when he erupted. The first wave of cum was huge as it surged into my mouth. I quickly swallowed before it ran out of my mouth. The second wave came in quick succession and filled me once again. I swallowed it too. The aftershocks came for a good minute as I sucked and swallowed Jon's cum. I could feel his cock softening and knew he was done when the spasms stopped and there was nothing left to suck out. Having swallowed it all, there was no mess to speak of, so I put his cock back in his pants and tidied him up before I emerged above the cloth. "I don't think I need any dessert. I feel rather full right now." I said as I licked my lips only to find I had a dollop of cum still hanging on them. "I hope that will keep you until later. I just could not stand the thought of you being in such agony this early in the evening. Besides, I want you to be ready again for later when you stick that big thing in my pussy." I said. Jess Ch. 11 "Jess, I mean Jackie, sorry...that was incredible, and don't worry I will be more than ready to service that hot box of yours later tonight." Jon said. "You just made it possible for me to survive the evening. I was afraid that if it continued as it was, I would pop in my pants or the second I plunged it into your hungry pussy." After paying the bill, we headed out of the restaurant with a wink and a nod from our waitress. "You two have a good time tonight! I will be thinking about you later and wishing I was having the same kind of fun!" She called after us. We ended up at one of the favorite dance places where they had a live band and a large dance floor. Jon got us a couple drinks and we found a small table right on the edge of the floor that provided a great view of the floor. As we had guessed, it was not overly crowded as it was a non-peak night, however the folks on the floor were good dancers and were all pretty much in good shape. Soon after we got there, the band lit into "Brown Eyed Girl", and Jon asked me if I wanted to dance. In response, I took off my jacket, grabbed his hand and headed for the floor. I could tell that once again I had shocked Jon as my tits were in full view for everyone on the floor. Each shake of my body to the flow of the music caused them to bounce with their new freedom. I might as well have been a nude dancer, and I moved in a way meant to maximize the effect. It was working, Jon could not take his eyes off my body...and neither could some of the other folks on the floor. The floor around us got more crowded as the other dancers moved in for a look. I could see that the men were getting a bit aroused as their dancing got a bit stiffer. During the second song a couple about our age pulled in closer. She was in great shape and they both could dance well. About half way through the song, she could not stand the competition any longer and she unbuttoned her blouse and let her tits fly out. They were bigger than mine, and sagged some, but that just gave them that much more bounce and movement. I could see that her nipples were hard as they extended out a good inch from her areolas. I could also see that Jon was enjoying the view as the front of his pants began to tent a bit. At the end of the song, she looked at me and said. "Thanks, I have always wanted to do that in public before but could not do it alone! That was awesome!" She said as she buttoned a couple of the bottom buttons. During the next song, a slow love melody, Jon reached out and pulled me to him. He put his left hand on the small of my back, and grabbed my left hand with his right. The song was slow and sensual and I made sure to rub up on Jon's cock at every opportunity. He let go of my hand half way through the song and I put it on his shoulder. He reached down and cupped my left breast, pinching the nipple lightly as we danced. It sent an electric shock through my body. His hand then drifted South and found the top of my skirt slit, weaved under it and up to my exposed pussy. I allowed my legs to part a little and Jon casually slipped his thumb into me as we continued our little slow dance. His thumb went in without the slightest effort and gyrated inside me as we danced. All I could do was close my eyes and savor the moment. The song ended long before I wanted it to and we headed back to our table. We finished our drinks, danced to a few more numbers, ordered up a new round and reveled in our romantic evening together. "I think I am ready for more than a thumb or a big toe." I remarked as we finished our latest glass of wine. "I want your cock buried in me way past that red mark I put on you earlier." "What red mark?" Jon asked. "The lipstick mark I left on your shaft so I would know how far I got!" I said. "I can't wait to see that myself...and wash it off inside your sopping wet, very ready pussy." Jon added. When we arrived back in the hotel room, I headed for the bathroom to put on my new lingerie. I could see that the champagne had arrived and was chilling beside the bed with two nice fluted glasses. When I emerged from the bathroom, Jon was dressed in some ruby red silk boxers. "I like them. Where did they come from?" I asked Jon hoisted a small bag he had brought to the room without my knowledge. "I brought them with me just in case." He said. We opened the champagne and drank a glass each. "Do you like my new robe?" I asked. "It looks great." Jon said "If you think it looks great, you should feel it." I said while staring deeply into his eyes. Jon came over and started to run his hands over the robe, rubbing my shoulders and neck, and working his way down. "Hmmm...your tits feel great through satin..." he said as his hands drifted lower. "What is the stiff thing around your tummy?" He asked as his hands found the corset. His hands headed further down until he cupped the cheeks of my bottom. "These feel silky soft too." He mumbled. I stepped back and removed the robe slowly, giving glimpses here and there of what was coming. I let it drop to the floor and stood directly in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed. I spread my legs and put my hands on my hips, thrust out my perky tits and tossed back my blonde hair. "How do you like this?" I said. "Jackie, you are the most beautiful, sexy woman I have ever seen in my life." Jon said as he feasted his eyes upon my naked breasts and the g-string that covered my pussy. The tuft of blonde pubic hair showing above the patch was a nice touch. "Turn around." Jon said softly. I did, giving him the view of my ass that he wanted. Keeping my legs straight, I bent over and ran my hands down the length of my left leg, stopping as I gripped my shin. I knew that Jon could now see the lips of my pussy from behind. I wiggled my ass for him and ran a finger over my exposed pussy lips. I turned around again and grabbed the front of my g-string and pulled it up into the folds of my mound, giving me a wedgie of sorts that felt wonderfully sexy. Jon was about to rise from the bed when I told him to stay seated. "Just watch." I said. I pulled the g-string to the side and started masturbating. I watched his face as I rubbed my clit with one hand and massaged my breast with the other. As I quickly reached full arousal, I pinched my nipple and tugged it while rubbing faster and faster on my clit. I could see that Jon's cock was straining at the silk material of his boxers as I came in a rush of relief. I sauntered over to him. "How do you want me?" I said as I pushed him over on the bed. Jon reached under the pillows and removed two lengths of silk rope. "Oh, you naughty boy! I was not told you were into rope when I agreed to this date!" "I never was, but hey we all have our fantasies, huh?" With that Jon got up and lowed me to the bed. He lightly tied one rope around one of my ankles and the other around my other ankle. He then tied one rope to one bed post and the other rope to the other. He tied them high enough on the posts such that my legs were spread and my butt was even with the edge of the bed. Jon then retrieved two more ropes and tied my hands to the top bed rail. "What now Tom? You want to stick that big dick of yours in my pussy?" "Not yet." With that, Jon unbuttoned my corset and removed it, leaving me totally nude and completely defenseless on the bed. Reaching under the bed he pulled up a bottle of body oil that was sitting in a pan of hot water and began to drizzle it over me. It felt very sensual as it ran from the tips of nipples down my breasts and into my bellybutton. From here, Jon began the most sexually stimulating massage I could imagine. Starting with my shoulders, he ran his fingers lightly over my body, swirling the oil around to all the non-oiled places. It seemed like his fingers were being completely random in their path, and I would hold my breath when I thought they were tracking for my sensitive areas. I loved the feel of them as they ran under my breasts and lightly over my nipples. Occasionally, his fingers would find their way down the valley of my cleavage, over my tummy to my bellybutton, and then down to my pussy where he would follow the furrow of my pussy until he dipped deeply into me. It was wonderful. He had both hands active now, and was focusing them on the juncture of my legs. He moved to the bottom of the bed and focused his energies where I wanted him, rubbing my clit with one hand while the other plunged fingers deeply into my gaping hole. I reached climax quickly, bucking against the ropes that held me. My body was begging for more. Jon started to rub again when I felt one of his fingers swirl the oil around the ring of my butt hole. It felt strangely erotic and heightened the feeling of my clit. Then his finger popped into my ass and snaked its way deep within me. Jon had one finger in my pussy and one in my ass, and one on my clit. It was an incredibly erotic moment. I had never had anything in there before and never thought I would want something there, but it was unbelievable. I was arching my back and lifting my butt off of the bed by the time I screamed at the full impact of my climax. "Do you like that?" Jon said "That is awesome, Jon...err Tom. You got anything bigger you can put in there? I think I can handle anything you want to put in me, anywhere you want to put it." I said and I meant it. For some reason, I wanted his dick in my ass; something I had never even considered before. I could see he had a full erection and asked him to bring it to me. Jon walked around the side of the bed and I allowed my right hand to fall out of the rope that was holding it. I pulled his cock from the boxers and leaned my body to its side as best I could until I was eye to eye with his dick. "According to this red ring, I got all but the last inch and a half in my mouth." The ring was still pretty obvious. I leaned over and sucked his cock back into my mouth and led his hand to my clit once more. Standing beside me, Jon began to pump his dick in and out of my mouth like it was my pussy. While he brought me to a climax, I suckled his big cock even deeper into my mouth smearing the ring to within a half-inch of the base. "That is as good as it is going to get." I purred. "'I'll drink to that." Jon said as he grabbed the champagne bottle and headed to the foot of the bed where his glass was. Instead of pouring a new glass, Jon placed the opening of the bottle in my vagina and poured in a small stream of champagne. It tickled and I burst out with a laugh, which sprayed Jon down with a spew of champagne. The look on his face and the absurdity of what he had just done caused me to laugh even harder. "Lets try this again!" Jon said. "While I am in fantasy fulfillment mode, I have dreamed of drinking champagne from a woman's pussy several times when I have dreamed of the ultimate in sexual decadence." With that he tipped the bottle again into my hole where the cool drink felt weird, a little prickly, but very interesting once I knew what was coming. I kept from laughing this time. "You better drink quick, or I am going to shoot you again. Those bubbles tickle me inside." I said as Jon kneeled between my legs and sucked the champagne out of me. It was not exactly stimulating, but it was cool...in both senses of the word. "My turn." I said and released myself from the ropes. I put the corset back on as it felt sexy and I could see myself in the room mirror while on the bed. I told Jon to lay down on the bed after I fished his hard dick back through his boxer opening and pulled them to the floor, leaving him totally naked. I tied his feet together, and tied his hands to the headboard. His dick lay hard against his stomach. "Nice cock you have there, Tom." I said as I grabbed it at its base and jerked it a couple times. "Do you want me to sit on it?" "That would be most excellent!" He said. I straddled his torso, facing his cock, my pussy pressed to his chest. "But first, before I do that, I want to sit on your face!" I said and slid back and mounted my pussy right on his lips. Jon stuck out his tongue as I did so, impaling me as I sat down. I began to gyrate my hips, as his tongue tip found my swollen clit and as a bonus, his nose found the opening to my vagina. I could see myself in the mirror and I was beautiful. Between my movements and his, I was soon reaching climax once more, I leaned forward and impaled my face on his cock and came again while pumping up and down the length of his shaft and sucking hard on the end of his crown. I released his dick and moved my pussy down his body until I was poised directly above him. I lowered myself onto his cock and buried it deep within me. "Oh, that feels so good. I have been waiting all night to have that thing in me." I moved back and forth on his member relishing the feeling of finally being full. My hand found my pussy once again and I started to rub my insatiable clit. Leaning forward I asked Jon a favor. "Can you stick a finger in my ass while your cock is in my pussy? I want to feel the fullness." Jon obliged and I felt the end of his middle finger at my rear door. There was so much juice flowing from my pussy that his finger slipped in without any resistance. Pushing it all the way in, I felt full in a new and incredible way. I slowly bounced up and down on his cock, while he did the same with his finger, occasionally allowing his finger to pop out, only to push it back in. I could easily feel both inside me, each giving its own special felling to the moment. It was hot. I was hot, and my clit was on fire. I burst in orgasm once again and relaxed on top of him. From nowhere, I was hit with an incredible urge that I was ripe for. I sat up and leaning forward, slowly pulled his cock from my pussy. It was soaked in my cum. I guided it to my back door and slowly put pressure on it with my weight. To my surprise, it popped through my tight ring without much help. The sensation was very different than having it in my pussy. My ring was stretched, which was a little painful, but it was a stimulating pain. I ran my finger to my clit and began to masturbate once more. Concentrating on both my clit and ass, I slowly lowered myself down his shaft as my arousal increased to a furious state, and cumming as I finally buried him all the way in me. A small scream escaped my lips, but it was definitely one of pleasure as much as it was of pain. If I had ever thought I felt full when he was in my pussy, it was nothing compared to this feeling. I thought I was going to split wide open, but if I did I would do so with a smile on my face. "Tom, that feels so good." I said as I allowed myself another climax while I was impaled on him. By now my opening had grown to accommodate his size. I gyrated my hips with him all the way in my depths and the full feeling expanded. Jon was groaning under the pressure as I started to slide forward, allowing his cock to almost exit before pushing down to take him fully back inside. I repeated this movement for a few minutes, gaping at the stretching and filling sensation I was getting. Sitting down, I leaned back and began to massage my clit once more. It felt wonderful and I was luxuriating in the feeling. Sliding down and nestling, I leaned back and inserted my index and middle finger deeply into my pussy. I could feel Jon's cock through the back wall that separated my fingers from his cock. Lifting myself I pumped up and down and could feel the head of Jon's cock as it was moving in my ass. It was a strange sensation and it was incredibly arousing. I could tell from the increased urgency on Jon's part that he was straining to not cum. I slid him out of my ass with a pop and a lasting feeling of where he had been. I turned my body around and faced him. "Are you ready?" I asked. Jon nodded. I put his cock in my pussy once more and began to pump him in earnest. My grinding action along with his pumping soon had him cumming inside my now tired and swollen pussy. I released the ropes and poured us both a glass of champagne. We toasted each other and drank heavily from our flutes. "Jackie, you are the sexiest woman alive. I would love the pleasure of dating you again sometime." Jon said. "Tom, I would love to. As long as you promise to bring the champagne, rope and oil!" I said. "Oh, I have a few other girl friends to hook you up with if you are interested. One is a red head with a fiery attitude and another is a brunette who is shy, and another one who is domineering." "Bring them all on. I am game for any of them." Jon smiled as he said this. We fell asleep with smiles on our faces and both of us dreamed of our new adventures. Jess Ch. 12 Chapter Twelve – See Dick Cum "Come on Martie, get up!" I screamed through the door as I kept pressing the doorbell. She was a notorious sleeper, and apparently she had forgotten that we were going to have coffee this Saturday morning. I had been ringing and knocking on her door for over five minutes to no avail. I am sure the neighbors were about ready to call the police regarding my disturbance. I knew she was in there as her car was in the drive and I could here music coming from her stereo. "Martie, I am about to leave." I yelled as I hammered on her door. I could almost hear the sigh of relief from the folks next door. Turning to leave, I made it to the bottom step when I heard her door crack open with a nasty squeal. "I'm sorry." Martie said as I ran back up the stairs. "I forgot to set the alarm. It was a late night...Come on in." She said as she left the door ajar and headed back into the house. I entered only to see her naked backside walking away down the hall leading to her bedroom. Even to another woman she was a walking work of art, albeit one that looked like it needed a bit of repair. "Make yourself at home and brew us up some strong coffee! I am going to throw something on." She said as she passed into the darkness of her room. "That would be a good thing." I yelled after her. "It would be hard to drink coffee in a civil way with you stark naked across the table!" I returned with a laugh in my voice. 'Here I get all dressed up and you upstage me with your birthday suit." I said as I did just as she asked and started to make us both a strong cup of coffee. Martie came back to the kitchen in her bathrobe and I assumed nothing else. I could tell she had tried to make herself a bit more presentable, but she was still a wreck. "What happened to you? You look like...well, you look like you were tumble dried last night." "Gee thanks! Remind me not to invite you to visit me in the hospital if I am ever there!" she retorted. "I will have you know that I was the object of a man's fantasy last night." She said and I could see in the silk of her robe that her nipples had hardened at the thought of what her evening had been like. She saw that I was looking at her breasts and looked down at herself. "By the look of your pop-ups, it must have been a good one." I laughed. "Yes indeed it was. This guy was a stud. Between the two of us, I must have climaxed a dozen times to his three. We started at four in the afternoon yesterday and he finally went home at midnight. It was amazing, and I am absolutely spent. I could not cum again right now if my life depended on it, but...give me five minutes and the end of his dick, and I'm sure I could muster something." She said with her grin that means mischief. We spent the next hour and three cups of coffee discussing the events of our lives as girls will do. She wanted the details of Jon and my last escapade and I gladly told her, leaving out none of the details. Surprisingly, she was able to keep her fingers off of herself the whole time. "He really must have taken the starch out of you if you could sit through that tale without reaching under your robe." I said with a bit of sarcasm in my voice. "I told you I was used up. But I have to tell you, my pussy is all wet from listening to you, I am just too tired to do anything about it right now." She said as she tugged at a lock of hair on her left side. It was matted and acted like she had gotten something in it that had dried there. "What is that stuck in your hair?" I asked. "Did you slop around some ice cream or something while you were in the throws of passion last night? "Its his cum." She said offhandedly like it was an everyday thing. "What do you mean it is his cum?" I asked a bit shocked. "Just what I said. It must be his cum. I thought I got it all cleaned up, but I must have missed this spot." "I'd say so. How did it come to be in your hair?" I asked a bit wide-eyed. "Well, lets see...I was looking at the end of his dick when all of a sudden it spit at me...over and over again, covering me with this white substance. Duh." She said with a ditsy blonde voice and roll of her eyes. "Really? You saw him cum?" And I knew the second that I said it that my naïve past was showing. 'I like to do that sometimes. I like to see a man cum, and it is a bit sexy to have him do it on me. Please don't tell me you've not ever seen Jon cum?" "Nope." I said with a bit of wonder in my own mind about this. "You mean to tell me that you have been married to Jon for over twenty years and you have never seen him cum...not once." She said with amazement. "Nope." my voice grew smaller. You have got to be kidding me!" "Nope...he has cum in my pussy and my mouth, but I have never actually seen him cum." With this my mind started to give me images of what I thought it would look like. "I cannot believe this." Martie said while shaking her head from side to side without thinking about it. "Well, since we have fully exposed my lack of experience, what's it like?" "Its cool and it depends. Sometimes it is a big deal, and at other times, its not, but every time it is amazing and you better be ready because it cums with more force that you would ever expect. I have seen it shoot a long way." "You're kidding! I thought it just barely spurted out the end." "Oh, no. It always shoots, but the speed and volume of cum depends on how you do it. I have found that if you take it slow, bring him to the edge of cumming several times in different ways over a half hour or so and you will get a geyser. If you just jump the man and have him cumming inside of 5 minutes, you will get a nice show, but not the full encore, if you get my drift." "Oh." I said while thinking about Jon's cock and seeing it up close when it went off. "How did it get in your hair?" I asked "OK, it is a bit kinky, but I don't just make my guys cum, I like to have them cum on me. Last night he was standing and I was on my knees in front of him. I was giving him a hand-job and bobbing on his cock occasionally with my lips and tongue when I could tell he was about to erupt. I started to jerk him faster and pointed his dick at my chest. Little did I know he shot high. His first wave hit me on the chin and the second on my right cheek." She said as she pointed high on her right cheek with her finger. "The last several spurts landed on my tits, and I guess some must have gotten in my hair." She said and took a long sip of her coffee. "Jess, if you have never seen Jon cum, you really need to do it once. Give him a good handjob and stand back! He will enjoy it too. I usually do it to my guys when I am on my period and don't feel like sex, but I know they need relief and I want to show them special attention. He will love you for draining him and relieving some of his pent up sexual stress. Trust me, he will really appreciate the fact that you thought of him. Just another way I get my men to climb all over themselves to give me the attention I deserve." Martie said. "Hmmmm." was my response as we moved on to other topics. Even though we spent a good deal of our talk time on shopping and our friends love lives, my mind kept going back to the fact that I had never seen Jon cum in 20 years of marriage. I could not believe it myself. We called it a morning at the strike of noon and I left her to get her day started and headed home. On the drive home, I could not get the thought out of my mind. I wanted to see Jon cum, and I knew if I wanted it, I would get it, and I would get it when I wanted it, which would be tonight. Since Jon had been out of town on business most of the week, we had not had sex in four days. I was hot, and I knew he was horny too. I made myself do yard work when I got home to pass the afternoon away, but could not quit thinking about the evening. It was silly, but the one thing I have learned about my new sexuality is that if I am curious about something, it eats at me until I do it. This was a case in point. My curiosity was peaked and it was all I could think of all day. After supper, I took a nice long hot shower, shaving my legs and pussy until they were silky smooth. Putting on a satin robe that came to my knees, I found Jon in the living room reading the newspaper. "I rented us a movie" I said as I walked past Jon, giving him a whiff of the perfume I had lightly spritzed myself with. "Are you interested?" "What's the title?" he asked while reading the sports page. "Loose Lips Sink Dicks" I said and showed him the DVD case where two women in navy hats were sitting on some guys face and cock. "You might want to change into something more comfortable." I said as I opened the robe bottom to flash him with my shaven mound. "That sounds like an excellent movie. I am sure it won its share of awards." He said with a sly grin. "As a matter of fact it won a "Woody". I looked it up on the Internet, the statue is in the shape of a wood pecker." I laughed. "The bird?" "No, just a wood pecker. I thought it rather cute myself." "I bet. I'll be right back. Why don't you pour us both a glass of the red." Which I did while he disappeared to change. It is amazing how the hint of sex will set a guy in motion. Jon came back wearing a robe also. I started the movie and we reclined to the couch. "So, do you think this has a plot?" he asked. "I hope not." I said and reached over and stroked the robe covering his cock. The movie opened with several women dressed as navy personnel working on a ship. Each had the perfect body of course. Have you ever seen one where they used normal women? Even under the navy top, you could see that they had significant breasts, and the outfits were probably a bit tighter than navy standards (like they were painted on). They were bemoaning the lack of sex at sea, and how they were tired of pussy and needed a real dick when a helicopter lands on the deck and a man gets out. You could tell he was a CIA type with broad shoulders and tight pants himself. The girls helped the spy to inspect the ship, but before he had completed the inspection of the first room (the mess hall), the girls were fighting over who would have him first. Soon, one of the girls had removed her top to show her stunning tits. The second girl dropped her pants to reveal her panties, which she pulled up into her shaved pussy creating a camel toe. The third girl was not to be beat, getting completely nude and laying on the table with her knees almost behind her ears, tugging her pussy lips back to expose as much of her hole as possible. The first girl immediately dropped to her knees and pulled his cock from his pants while the second girl removed his shirt and began to suck and bite his nipples. Soon he was getting the blowjob of his life while frigging the table girl with three fingers. From that point on, it was continuous sex for the guy with at least twenty different women. In every scene he had at least two women and as many as five at a time. It was obvious that he was going to inspect every compartment on the ship and in every girl with his secret weapon. Jon was tenting and I was wet enough to take four fingers myself. I reached over and uncovered Jon's raging hard-on as one of the brunettes was using the handle of her deck mop as a dildo. I ran my hand from its base to its tip and it involuntarily jumped as my fingers left it. He was rock solid hard. I felt his hand reach under my robe to find my pussy. My legs were closed, but his finger slid down my slit into my moist center without any extra pressure. We were both primed for action. As one of the girls on the screen deep throated the spy, I ran my fingertips softly over Jon's rigid member. Each time it strained to follow my touch. With Jon sitting on the couch, and me reclining, his cock was not more than eight inches away from my face. I could see the pre-cum glistening in the eyelet of his crown. I watched it closely as I caressed its length. I also spread my legs to give Jon full access to my aching pussy. Soon he had two fingers in me working in and out in a steady slow rhythm. I was tossed between what my mind wanted and what my body craved. My pussy wanted his cock buried deep within her walls, and my mind wanted to see Jon cum. I decided that I would get both. Jon would cum for me, and I would make sure he got it up a second time to satisfy the hunger of my now craven cunt. As a girl on the screen was sitting on the spy's cock, sliding up and down with many moans of pleasure, I placed my lips on the end of Jon's dick and slowly sucked him in with much tongue attention. "Ahhhhhghhh." Jon moaned, never taking his eyes off of the girl on the TV who was now bouncing violently on the spy's dick. Her tits were bouncing up and down to the point where they could have hurt someone. I fondled Jon's balls while Jon started to rub my clit. Soon it was I who was on the verge of cumming as Jon quickened the pace. I came with a huge wave of pleasure that ran through my whole body. Getting off of the couch, I let the robe fall to the ground as I got on my knees between Jon's legs. I took his cock and ran its tip over my nipples, which brought them to full attention. The feeling of his hard, but soft helmet on my nipples was a titillating feeling that made my vagina contract in a highly sensual way. I spat on his cock to provide lubrication and smooched it between my breasts, where I then sucked down on his little head. Jon was soon bucking his cock in and out of my mouth and between my tits. I could tell he was about to explode, so I eased off and let him settle down a bit while watching three women share the spy's dick in a three-way blowjob. He then lined them up, bending them over a table and plunged his hefty dick into the first girl's pussy from behind, pumped her a few times and then moved on to the second girl, then the third and kept up this rotation for several minutes. The girls flipped over onto their backs and he continued his rotation only this time pinching and suckling their hard nipples as he went. I kept wondering if the guy had been blindfolded if he could tell the difference between one woman and another or if all pussy's felt the same to a man's cock? Turning my attention back to Jon, I licked my way up the full length of his shaft. I found the smooth taste of his pre-cum on the tip of his cock head, which I licked clean. This time I focused my sucking on his cock head only. Jon's whole body tensed with the sensation and soon he was on the verge once more, so I released him, allowing him to settle down some. Meanwhile, I was tonguing his balls and running my hands over his nipples. It was time. "Jon, stand up." I said with a very sexy voice. And, he did while I sat on the edge of the couch cushion. His cock was so hard it was almost tight against his body rather than the sixty-degree jut it usually had. I pulled his dick into my mouth which I noticed was exactly what was happening on the movie. This knockout redhead was nude and fingering herself while on her knees and sucking the spy for all he was worth. I began to jerk Jon's cock, first slowly and then with greater speed while I massaged his crown with my tongue. It did not take much time before Jon was moaning about cumming and I could feel his cock actually getting harder. I removed it from my mouth, pointed it at my tits and pumped him as fast as I could. The girl on the TV was doing the same thing, only she had the fingers of the other hand firmly buried into her shining wet pussy. I did the same, shoving three of my fingers as deeply inside my now sloppy cunt as I could. Just as I did, the spy came all over the woman in the movie, covering her face and tits with his cum. I wanted the same. Jon sighed heavily as the first rope of cum jettisoned from the end of his cock with a force I could hardly believe. It hit me between my tits and ran down to my bellybutton before the second shot came with even more force and more volume, landing on my neck and running down to the end of my right nipple where it hung and swayed. I kept pumping him as his shots grew shorter and had less volume. Taking his cock back into my mouth, I could already tell that he was softer. As I suckled him, his cock reached a place between hard and soft and stayed there, Jon moaning the whole time while I relished being able to get his whole cock in my mouth. Martie was right. It was amazing and I knew I would be doing this again soon as it was spectacular to watch Jon explode, and it was pretty sexy to have him do it on me. I would never have guessed how hot it made me having that control over him. Jon pulled his dick out of my mouth and went to his knees between my legs and grabbing my ankles, pulled them up in the air and spread my legs giving him a close up view of my pussy. "Show me your pussy." Jon said in a husky voice. "Pull back you lips." He said. I reached down and pinched my labial lips with my fingers and pulled them out and apart. I wanted to give Jon a show. I spread them as far as I could, knowing Jon could easily see deep within me. I let them go with a snap, and pinched up my clit up for him to see with one hand, while I thrust the fingers on my other hand deeply within me. I closed my eyes and continued my show for Jon, fingering, and masturbating myself to a monster climax. "Eat me!" I whispered as I again pulled back my labial lips for his viewing. "That may be the most beautiful pussy in the world. I bet it tastes even better than it looks." Jon said as he lowered his face into the folds of my awaiting womanhood. He immediately sucked in the fullness of my vulva and labia lips and suckled them while sliding one finger deep inside my hungry cunt. Licking his way up my slit, he soon found my hooded jewel and ran his tongue over and around it, which sent sparks of passion through me. My body involuntarily arched and pushed my pussy into his face like I wanted his face inside me. The feeling was urgent and electrifying. I felt his middle finger enter my vagina to join his index finger. These he slowly inserted and retracted, spreading them and bringing them back together in a rhythm that stretched both my vagina and my imagination. The sensation was incredible. He removed his middle finger about the time I was going to scream with pleasure only to insert it in my rear door, bringing on a whole new level of enjoyment. With one finger in my pussy and the other up my ass, the pumping sensation raised me to a new high. I did not believe it could get any better until he sucked my clit between his lips and suckled it. I did not think my clit was large enough for this, but he was able to suckle it like a babe on a nipple. It was unbelievable. My whole being shook with the overwhelming sexuality of the moment. I felt like every nerve I owned was tuned into the moment and each one was combining with the others like a gathering storm. Lightening struck in the form of an orgasm that started deep within me and ran rough shod over every part of my body, inside and out. Like an earthquake, it had its massive moment and its aftershocks where the pleasure continued one after the other. Grabbing Jon's now hardening cock, I said "Fill me up! I need to have that big boy inside me." And Jon obliged by ramming home in one swift movement. As wet as I was, he slid in to the hilt. I think he could have been twice as think and it would not have made any difference. With the angle of entry, his cock head hit the full depths of my slick well. It felt wonderful to have my pussy stretched around his cock and having him bump against my back wall. Jon, continuing to kneel held my ankles high and pounded in and out of me like a man on a mission. I massaged my clit giving myself one climax after another until he finally, in a mad rush emptied his seed into me again. This time I had a far better image of what was happening in there as he thrust as deeply as he could while shooting his cum deeper into the hollows of my depths. Jess Ch. 12 Those navy girls had nothing on me. Jess Ch. 13 Chapter Thirteen - You Outta Be In Pictures I was horny and there was nothing I could do about it. I fought the feeling all day, but could not get it out of my head, much less my pussy. It ached, my nipples were feeling everything that came into contact with them, and I was pretty much worthless. I could not keep my mind off of my desire. Nothing could keep my attention long enough to stop the raging want I had for sex. It was stopping me from getting anything done. The problem was, No Jon. Jon had been away on business for a couple days and would not be home for a couple more. I had told him last night that he would be welcomed home with open arms and lips...all four of them. The problem now was that I wanted...no, I needed something to help me make it to the weekend. Sitting down on the couch, I let my mind go where it wanted, and all I could think of were those girls in the movie Jon and I had watched together. It was aptly named "Loose Lips Sink Dicks", as the main players were Navy women who had been at sea without a man for several weeks. Then one day a CIA type man lands to inspect the ship and he gets the royal sexual treatment. The plot was thin, but that is not what caught my attention. It was the girls and how they acted on camera. They were totally uninhibited and it was very sexy. The effect the girls had on Jon was pretty amazing. He got rock hard watching them get naked, talk dirty, suck, and bang this man to climax over and over again. I must admit it made me wetter than I ever imagined also. There must be something about watching totally uninhibited people do what you wish you could do but are too "refined" to. As I dreamed about the movie, my fingers weaved their way up the inside of my thigh to the wet juncture that awaited them. In my fantasy, I could see myself in the movie as I slid one finger deep within the warmth of my pussy. It felt wonderful to scratch the itch that had been building inside me all day. I was soon lost in my dream where I was the star and Jon was watching me...on the TV. My eyes sprang open at the thought as it dawned on me that I could be the Star, and this could be more than a fantasy. Getting up, I quickly went to the hall closet and got the video camera bag out. Taking it with me to the bedroom, I set up the tripod that Jon likes to use when he does not want to hold the camera and placed it at the foot of the bed. Hooking up the camera was pretty simple and soon I had my own movie studio. I checked the lighting with the camera and realized that the daylight that was coming in was a bit strong so I closed the sheer curtains, which gave just the right brightness. Through the camera mini-screen, nothing was in shadow, and all colors were just right. I turned the mini-screen around so that I could see it while the camera was seeing me. This way I could see what it was filming and it would look like I was staring into the camera lens. I focused it to the middle of the bed. Getting my sexiest lingerie out of the closet, I slipped out of my clothes and put on the silky outfit. It was a pink corset with matching sheer panties and hose that came up to my thighs and stayed there. Obviously, I was shopping at the intimate apparel stores again! The corset barely covered my nipples and held my breasts high to create the illusion that they were bigger than they really were (what a wonderful thing). I took a moment to fix my hair and put on a little makeup to prepare for my starring performance. I turned on some soft sexy music to run in the background before I started the camera rolling. Crawling languidly onto the bed on all fours, I turned my head to face the camera. Tossing back my hair, I kissed the air with my brightly colored lips. "Hello Jon. Since you are out of town, I thought I would make a video for you to show you how much I miss you." I said as I turned my rear towards the camera, never taking my eyes off the camcorder screen. The thong panties left my cheeks uncovered and you could see the outline of my pussy lips in the tight covering of the silky thong. "I really wish you were here to help me Jon. You see, I am very horny right now and all I can think of today is having you do things to me." I said as I spread my legs a bit and rocked back and forth slowly. In the mini-screen, I could see the clear outline of my pussy and a wet spot that was forming on it. "Oh look Jon, can you see that I am wet just thinking about you?" I said as I ran a finger over the wet spot. "Ewwww" I purred. "That feels so good. I hope you don't mind if I dream that you are here while I pleasure myself?" I said as I slid my index finger under my panties and into my vagina. "Oh, OH. Your finger feels so good...deeper baby." I said sexily as I plunged deeper inside myself. I could see on the camera that my finger was disappearing inside me, but you could not really see any of my feminine parts. This was good. Sliding my finger in and out a few times and moaning like a whore, I pulled it out and turned my whole body to face the camera. "That was good Jon, but I really need more. Can I suck your cock?" I asked as I sucked my wet finger into my mouth and licked my pussy juices from it. "Mmmmmm, you taste so good!" Getting up on my knees, I began to fondle myself through the corset and panties, moaning and purring softly with each touch of my sensitive parts. I slowly pulled down the corset top until my nipples popped above the covering. I stopped there, which allowed the corset to push up my exposed breasts. "Can you see how hard my nipples are, Jon? I really wish you were here to suck and nibble on them." I said as I pinched them and pulled on them causing my vagina to contract in a small spasm. "Oh yeah baby, hurt me...but do it gently." I whispered wickedly to the camera. I played with my breasts and nipples for a minute or so, licking the ends of my fingers and wiping them around the areola until they glistened in the light. I made sure that I looked like I was totally lost in the pleasure of the moment. "I love the way you play with my nipples Jon. They make my pussy hot." I said as I let one hand float down to my thong where I pulled it up into my slit exposing my smooth labial mounds with the bright pink material of the thong wedged into my womanhood. "Jon, I hope you don't mind, but I need to cum. I am so horny..." I trailed off as I pulled my thong to one side, fully showing my pussy and began to masturbate. Looking sexily at the camera, I began a slow slide of my index finger down the length of my slit and pushed its tip deep inside my sopping wet hole. Running it slowly back up, trailing wetness up to my clit, I began a slow rotation on the head of my now fired up knob. It felt luscious, and I continued to stare at the lens while slowly bringing myself to a huge climax. 'Ahhhhhhhh...Jon, that was wonderful." I said as I slowly lay back on the bed while bringing my knees up. "I really wish you were here to fill me up with your big dick. I have this gaping hole that needs to be stretched..." I said as I let my knees drop left and right, giving the camera a view to my beautifully smooth pussy, which was red and fired up. I could easily see in the mini-screen that my vaginal hole was very apparent. Reaching off camera with my right hand, I opened the bed-stand where I now kept a vibrator. Its smooth silver sides sparkled as I ran its tip over and around my labial lips. "Oh Jon, you are so smooth and fat." I said as I held up the vibrator, which was about 10 inches long and half again fatter than Jon's cock. "I'm not sure I can take it, baby..." I whined as I licked the sides sexily and ran the end in and out of my mouth. Turning it on, there was a small buzz that could be heard and I ran its length down my neck, between my cleavage and under my breasts. The vibration was exhilarating. Running its tip over and around my nipples, I almost had an orgasm from the contractions it was causing in my vagina. "Jon, that feels so good...keep playing my nipples", I said, again never letting my eyes leave the camera lens. I wanted Jon to think I was actually talking to him. I slid the vibrator down to my wet slit and laid its length from my clit to my vagina allowing the vibration to consume my whole pussy. Rocking it back and forth like a seesaw, the sensation was electric. "Awwwwghhh..." I sighed as my body was wracked with a wave of explosions. I slipped the end of the vibrator into my opening and pushed it in a couple of inches. "Jon you are so big...give that bad boy to me! Screw me Jon, give me your best shot!" I screamed and plunged nine of the ten inches deeply inside me where I let it stay for several seconds while I screamed in pleasure. I then pulled it out all the way and plunged it back in. It felt fantastic and I continued to fully remove and completely bury the vibrator inside myself, groaning and sighing all the while. "Does this feel good for you too?" I asked. "Am I deep enough for you? Can you feel me clenching your big fat cock with my pussy? Oh, Jon..." I whimpered as I plunged the vibrator even deeper, this time leaving it in place and running my fingers up to my clit where I massaged myself through several incredible orgasms. I finished the taping session by looking surprised at the camera and saying "Jon, your home...I was not expecting you so soon and look you've caught me being bad...why don't you bring your dick over here and let me suck the real thing?" And with that it looks like I am reaching out to receive his member while pursing my red lips for a good blow. I turned off the camera and lay on the bed for several minutes trying to catch my breath. That was cool and hot at the same time, I thought as I looked to see how long my taping session had gone. To my surprise it had lasted 32 minutes. It had felt like five. No wonder I was exhausted. Putting the DVD into the TV near the bed, I played it for myself. The first thing I noticed was how surprisingly good I looked if I do say so myself, and how good of an "acting" job I was doing. Although, I would have to say it was not an act. I was a bit embarrassed watching myself be so blatantly sexed, however it was also very titillating, and soon I was following my lead on the screen by making good use of the vibrator once more. I could not wait to see Jon's reaction, although I could imagine it clearly. Jon arrived home on Friday as planned and it was obvious from the door greeting I received that he was thinking the same thing I was...sex. His "hello" kiss was a bit longer and the hug I got was more sensual than the normal "welcome home" fare. He pulled my body into full contact with his, and I eagerly obliged. "Welcome home!" I said as we both reluctantly broke the embrace. "I sure have missed you." "As I have you also. It sure is hard to be away from the sexiest and most beautiful girl in the world for so long." Jon returned. "Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls." I said as I batted my eyes at him. "Only one..." Jon said sincerely. "You sure do know how to make a girl's heart melt, you big charmer." I said. "I hope it does more that melt her heart!" Jon said as he eyed me up and down. "Don't worry big guy, there are other parts of my body that react favorably to your charms also." I said while licking my upper lip and running my hand down the length of my torso, starting at my neck and ending just south of my belly button. "Good. I like that." After Jon had unpacked, showered, eaten the nice meal I had prepared for him and we were relaxing with a glass of Chardonnay, I snuggled up to Jon on the couch. "I have a special treat for you tonight." I said, feeling a little less confident about my home movie now that it was time to share it with him. You know how those things go. The closer you get to the climax of a plan, the dumber it seems to you. "Oh yeah? And what would that be?" Jon asked with his eyebrows raised. "Here of late I have grown quite fond of your little surprises." "I have a movie for you to watch." "Oh good, did this one win a "Woody" also?" Jon asked as he broke into a great big grin. "Not yet...you might say this one is a little lower budget, a little shorter, and not even finished yet, but it is sincere. You could call it a preview of what could be a master production." "How did you get it?" Jon inquired with a look of confusion on his face. "Well...why don't we just watch it and see if that answers your questions." I said as I popped the DVD into the player. "OK." Jon said as I sat down next to him on the couch and hit the play button. Within a few seconds the screen went from all blue to a view of the bed in our bedroom. I crawled onto the screen and the movie began. Jon was instantly mesmerized and I could see that his cock was quickly growing hard under his boxer shorts. We watched the whole flick and when it ended Jon reached for me. "Not yet." I said. "What did you think?" I asked. "It was the hottest thing I have ever seen, and I cannot wait to do to you all the things you asked...no, begged for." Jon said, again reaching for me. "Jon, I want to finish the movie." I said as I reached behind the couch and pulled out the DVD Camera. "What?" Jon asked as I put the DVD-RW back into the camera and got it ready for recording. "You heard me, I want to finish the movie." I said. "Here, you take the camera and come with me to the bedroom." Jon followed with the look of someone who is both skeptical and excited. It reminded me of the look I probably gave Martie when she asked if she could eat my shaved pussy. Removing my robe, Jon could see that I was wearing the same outfit I had on in the movie. I pulled the corset down to reveal my nipples and pulled my thong aside to expose my pussy. I took a seat on the edge of the bed and reached my hand out. "I want you to be my camera man and my lover." I said. "I want to begin where I left of on the film." "OK...Are you ready?' Jon asked "Yes, and I am very horny too!" I said as he took the camera and pointed it at me and started to record. "Action!" Jon shouted with a wry grin. "You heard me...let me have your cock." I purred in the same tone I had left off with from my previous shooting. Jon moved in and I reached over and grabbed Jon's rock hard member and used it to pull Jon towards me. I then looked into the camera as I slowly pulled his boxers down. "Oh baby, you are so very hard. How can you stand it?" I said. "It has been that way for two days now. I can hardly go out into public without stares from all the women who see my distress." Jon said pathetically. "Oh really! With a hard-on like this, I can imagine it was hard to even walk. You poor, poor, baby. I can't wait to get my lips on your cock. Maybe that will relieve some of the pressure." I said as I slowly pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang from the waistband as it flopped back into the upright position after being pulled down with his boxers. "What a beautiful tool! It is so big and so...ready! I know just what to do with this baby." I said as I ran my hands all over his cock, massaging it to an even greater rigidity. Jon kept the camera focused on me while I played with his dick. It was hard to not rush things. With the camera rolling, while staring directly into the lens, I ran my tongue from the base of his dick to the crown where I ran the tip of my tongue around the top. His cock jumped as I slid the length of my tongue up and down the length of his dick. "Wanna see how much of it I can take?" I said, winked at the camera, and placed his cock head just inside my lips. "I bet you can't take more than half." Jon groaned and his whole body strained. I was afraid he was going to lose focus on his primary job as the cameraman, but he kept filming all the way through the scene. Slowly, I sucked my way down Jon's shaft, occasionally bobbing for air, but always pushing him deeper into my mouth. Looking into the camera, I could tell that Jon was zooming in for a real close-up of the action and I was all for it. I finally reached the end of my ability to take Jon any deeper. It felt to me like his cock was more than half way down my throat. I could see that there was about half an inch of him that was just not going to go in, but hey, I would never have guessed that I would get him that far. That's when I started to give him a bow job like I had never given one before. I grabbed the base of his cock in one hand and started to bob the full length of his exposed member over and over again, moaning and gyrating my head. I let him pop out of my mouth. "Do you like to be sucked by me?" I asked. "Do you like the feeling of your cock in my mouth?" "Like nothing else in the whole world." Jon responded. "It feels unbelievable, and you look incredibly sexy with my cock buried between your lips." I smiled up at the camera and plunged his cock back into my awaiting mouth where I continued to work him over with zest. "Jess...I am about to blow." Jon agonized. I stopped the blow-job and let go of Jon's engorged cock in the nick of time. A small bit of cum oozed out, but Jon was able to keep his cool and not blow. I licked the trailing of his cum off the crown of his cock, making sure the camera could see everything I was doing. "Now, now, we do not want you to cum just yet. I have many plans for you." I said as I leaned back on the bed and brought my knees up. Looking straight into the lens I spread my legs and said, "I want you to eat my pussy. I want you to stick your tongue deep inside me." Gathering up my clit between my middle and index fingers, I Whispered in my sexiest voice. "I want you to suck on my clit until I cry out in pleasure." Jon moved the camera down the length of my body and I could tell he was zooming in on my pussy. I obliged by spreading my legs a bit further and then playing with my labial lips. Jon put the camera on the tripod and pointed it at my pussy from a slight angle to allow him full access to my sex and also allow the camera to see everything he was doing. "Now this is one hot maiden." Jon said as he pressed the end of his finger partially into my folds. Jon began to lick his way up the inside of my thigh while he spread my legs even further. Soon I could feel his hot breath on my mound as he began to lick my gaping slit. I could tell he was doing this from a side angle so the camera would pick up all the details. It did not take long for me to forget anything except the sensation of Jon playing with my cunt. The way his tongue worked itself up and down the length of my pussy sent spasms of pleasure through me. Making sure I played my part well, I began to moan and scream like a female tennis star at the US Open. "Uhhhmmmm...Ahhhh...Oh, OH, OH!!" I let fly and found that even though I felt a bit silly, it also felt good to let out the sounds of a woman who was being ravaged. Jon's tongue found my clit at the same time his finger found my vaginal opening. It was a marriage made in heaven. I screamed loud enough to be heard next door as he pushed his finger deep inside my walls and quickly flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue at the same time. Immediately, I was on the verge of cumming and began to buck my hips as I got closer. Jon took the moment to insert another finger deeply inside me. The feeling was wonderful as he stretched my hole both in depth and in width. I could not get enough. "Deeper Jon!" I screamed. "Fill me up! Give me another!" I demanded and Jon did, only this one he stuck in my ass and buried all three as deep inside me as they would go. The only thing that stopped them was the webbing between his fingers. The finger in my ass heightened the sensation of being filled to a new level. It was the final straw and I exploded in an amazing orgasm. Jess Ch. 13 My hips lowered and I looked into the camera and said "Suck me Jon. Suck my clit. I want you to suckle my clit until I scream! And, I want your fingers back inside me...all three of them." I said and pulled Jon's face into the folds of my now sloppy wet pussy. Jon was more than up for the job, he sucked in the fullness of my pussy mound and swirled my labial lips around his tongue. Working downward, he sucked his way to my hole where he planted his tongue as deeply inside me as was possible. I wished his tongue was longer and fatter, but I knew where to get that when I really needed it. Working his way back up to my clit, I felt his fingers slide easily back into position and felt my blood start to boil towards another climax. As soon as Jon began to suckle on my clit I could feel my whole body responding as my muscles tightened awaiting the rush of pleasure that was coming like a freight train. It arrived and I moaned like a dime store whore. Jon pulled back, exposing my raw pussy to the camera. "That is one beautiful pussy. I could suck on it all day." Jon said as he ran his finger down the full length of my slit and slid it all the way into my pussy. "I love your pussy this way." Jon said. "So do I." I said and meant it. Since going shaved, I cannot imagine going back. It could never feel this good. Jon took the camera back off the tripod and lay down on the bed with his head propped up on a pillow and his cock standing erect. Pointing the lens at me he asked. "Are you ready to fill that pussy up? If so, I have the right tool." He said and moved the lens to his cock. He brought the lens back to me as I got to my knees and straddled him. My corset was now soaked with sweat so I unhooked it and let it fall to the floor. This freed my breasts and I gave them a swing from side to side. "You have very lovely breasts." Jon said as he reached up and cupped my right one while continuing his filming. I caressed my left breast and tweaked my nipple while gyrating my pussy on Jon's chest. "Cut!" Jon shouted, catching my by surprise. "I need to mount the camera before you mount me. I want my hands to be free." Jon said as I crawled off of him and he set the camera on the tripod. Very quickly he had the camera mounted and pointed in the right direction and we resumed our positions. "Action!" Jon said while smirking. "You have very lovely breasts." Jon said and reached up to cup them both. He then leaned up and lightly ran his tongue into the fold under my breasts where they meet my chest. It felt very sensual and although the Cut/Action took a bit of the sexual edge off of the moment, we recaptured it again quickly. While Jon nibbled at my nipples, sucking each one between his lips and biting ever so softly on them, I reached between my legs, spread my pussy lips and began to massage my still swollen and still wet clit. Between Jon's attention to my breasts, and my masturbating, I quickly found myself climaxing, and hungering what I most wanted, and that was to be stuffed full of Jon's cock which was nesting against my rear. Facing the camera, I got up on my knees and straddled Jon's crotch. Lifting his cock, I pushed its head into my aching vagina. It felt so good to have it there just inside the door. I began to rub myself towards another orgasm when I impaled myself forcefully down, shoving Jon as deeply into myself as possible. Jon groaned in appreciation. Jon reached over and took the camera back into his control and started to film me as I performed a lap dance on his cock. With the exaggerated moves of a professional film star, I humped Jon in both short fast and long slow slides up and down his shaft. It felt wickedly sexy knowing that the camera was capturing all our sexy moves, not to mention the feeling of being filled to the brim with Jon. For several minutes I humped while Jon filmed and I masturbated to one climax after another. Rising off of Jon, I turned around to face his feet and stuffed his cock back into my aching pussy. Riding Jon backwards felt different in some way and was very sexy. I also knew it would give the camera another angle of the moment that would be memorable. While Jon filmed, I leaned forward and slowly slid up and down the full length of his shaft. Turning to face the camera, I said, "Oh, baby I love the feeling of your cock buried inside my pussy" as I pushed him all the way inside me. "You are so big." I said in a husky voice as I slowly leaned further forward exaggerating and accentuating the length of the movement to make Jon look like he was a foot long. As I leaned back, I felt Jon's finger slide into my ass. "Ohhhhh...Jon...give it to me!" I yelled and started pumping my body so that his cock and finger were sliding rapidly in and out of me. It felt awesome, and I knew it would look just as good on the movie. I could tell Jon was getting real close to cumming and I wanted to see that on film. I raised myself off of Jon, much to his dismay, and got my face close to his cock. "Are you ready to cum? I want to see you cum Jon. I want to see just how much you missed me while you were gone. Do you think you can do it?" I said and immediately took the head of his member into my mouth and began to give him a monster blow-job. I was sliding his crown to the back of my throat while swirling my tongue around it as it almost exited my lips with each thrust. Soon Jon was tensing up. "Come on baby, suck me! I am ready to cum!" He said through clenched teeth. And, with that I felt the first spasm. I pulled my face away just as the first rope of cum shot into my forehead, and the second one into my hair. I continued to jerk Jon off until all his spasm had pretty much ended and then sucked his weakening cock back into my mouth where I licked him clean of his rather large deposit. "I love you." Jon said "I love you too." I said and Jon turned off the camera. "That was unbelievable." I said after a moment of quiet. "I'd say." Said Jon. After showering up and relaxing for an hour or so over a glass of wine, we decided to watch our production. It was amazing and incredibly stimulating. Before it was half over, Jon had his cock buried once again in my awaiting pussy...while we both watched ourselves on the TV. We were stars. "Jess, I declare that picture a three time winner of the Golden Woody Award. Breast...I mean Best Actress, Best Picture and Best Supporting Actor." "What about Best Director?" I said with a wry gin. "How could the academy have made such an error! They gave it to some schmuck who barely deserved it. Maybe you will win that with your next effort!" Jon said with a very wide grin. "Good idea.' I said and kissed him deeply. "Thanks for supporting my artistic efforts." "It was truly my pleasure, I assure you."