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Total Woman Excursions 01

By: bhuff



Winthrop, but everyone called him Wynn, was attending the New Year's Day special event at the local modern art museum. His Total Woman Excursion host guide, Janice, was accompanying him as they strolled the building. They walked through of the exhibits, from third floor downward. Pictures, paintings, sculptures and other objects d'art were displayed on walls, pedestals, dioramas and easels. 

Wynn, Janice and other art patrons promenaded in neat but casual dress. Most were recovering their faculties from last night's midnight festivities and, like Wynn, whatever after party action was could be found. Wynn had certainly found some; Janice had been a truly hospitable host guide in truly intimate ways. Wynn was having a very satisfying vacation getaway from his life of work..work..work.

Wynn and Janice approached the stairway descending to the basement level. A beefy uniformed guard stood station at a velvet rope blocking the top step. Janice handed him an ivory parchment card with gold printing. The guard scanned the bar code, checked his computer screen, raised his eyebrows at Janice's topless online confirmation photo and held the rope aside for them to enter.

Wynn and Janice descended the stairway to a gallery labeled "The Statuary". It consisted of a marble floored and walled room with a granite bench in the center. Four painted mannequins, each on low pedestals stood in the corners. Janice walked Wynn to the bench and they sat down. Wynn looked around at the statues. Each was a life size unclothed, un-wigged mannequin painted a single solid color. There was Red, Blue, White and Black.

They sat silently until Wynn began to fidget. Janice took his hand in hers and gave a squeeze to signal Wynn to be quiet and still. Wynn looked at her and out of the corner of his eye he detected movement. He turned back to see Red with its eyes open. Suddenly the mannequin lifted its arms and took a step off the low pedestal towards Wynn. He jumped in surprise but Janice pulled him gently back onto the bench, resting her other hand on his arm in reassurance. Ms. Red gracefully walked to stand before Wynn and Janice, then began a series of poses.

Ms. Red was completely naked and completely covered in red body paint, except for red cloth slippers and a red shower cap covering her scalp and concealed hair. Her bush was shaved. She turned, twisted, stood, bent and held for long moments while Wynn and Janice appreciated the tone and definition of her fine-looking human form. The different poses displayed different shape and apparent size of her breasts. Wynn noted Ms. Red's nipples were becoming erect, either from her exertions or the thrill of exhibitionism, or both. Ms. Red concluded her routine and remounted her pedestal, assuming a comfortable pose that one might see of a mannequin in a department store.

Ms. White opened her eyes and promenaded to the art lovers. Where Ms. Red had been tall and lithe with proportioned features, Ms. White was shorter with more generous hips and chest. She moved through a similar routine of poses, displaying a flexibility belied by her dimensions. Wynn discovered that the white paint did not extend to her inner lower lips which flashed pink several times. Her large brown eyes intermittently locked on Wynn's eyes when she moved to new positions. She completed her efforts and returned to her pedestal.

Ms. Black was next. She was medium build with larger than average rounded breasts. As part of her poses, she faced Wynn with legs spread and slowly bent backwards into an upward bridge position, exposing her nether openings to full view. Her rounded breasts were more torus-shaped when they flattened a mite on the shelf of her chest. The nubs were prominent, conveying her arousal by the exhibition. Wynn regarded the show and saw that the fleshy vagina lips were moist and glossed. She moved through other poses then returned to her pedestal.

Wynn felt a tickling in his groin and looked to see that Janice had moved her hand there. She softly stroked his erection through his trousers.

Ms. Blue was last, but not least. Certainly her breasts were not least as they jiggled invitingly during her saunter to the floor show space. Rising on tiptoe, she jacked her ankles up and down, working a liquidly ripple rhythm in the blue globes. Wynn smiled and his erection grew harder from the tactile and now visual stimulation. Ms. Blue next revolved her chest, making small circles that wrote virtual O's in the air. She rotated her body slowly giving Wynn a 360 view of the motions. Stopping to face Wynn, she leaned forward until her breasts hung down, then shimmied her shoulders, giving Wynn more samples of her breasts pliable flexibility. Last was a hand stand facing Wynn; legs spread for balance and boobs hanging reversed.

Straightening her legs as she began her dismount, she tottered. Before she could regain balance, she toppled over into Wynn's lap, smearing the body paint across his arms, shirt and pants. Picking herself up from the tangle, her body paint was mottled as well. With a quick nod and a silently lipped "sorry", Ms. Blue turned and tried to walk, not run, to a door at the end of the room where she exited. The other three statues dismounted and followed her out of the room. Janice sat still and looked over the mess on Wynn and herself.

Janice laughed a short burst and said "Let's get you cleaned up." Taking Wynn's hand, she led him to the same door that the statues had exited and stepped through.

Behind the door was a dressing room with makeup tables, mirrors and seats. The occupants were preening with razors and oils; one was tucking the last loose strands of her hair into a shower cap. A couple of women were assisting others, hand applying paint to their nude bodies. Apparently the next round of statues would be yellow, green, brown and turquoise. With little notice of Wynn and Janice, they went about their business.

Janice led Wynn through and out of the dressing room through another rear door into a shower room with accompanying gym lockers and benches. Janice opened Wynn's belt, unzipped the fly and dropped his paint soiled pants to the floor. Wynn slipped off his loafers and kicked his pants aside as Janice unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it. Janice knelt and pulled his boxers down, revealing his tumescent cock.

Standing, Janice doffed her own clothes and folded both sets of clothes on a bench. She gripped Wynn's erection and, walking backward, pulled him into a large shower area. There were several shower heads along the walls.

Janice placed Wynn next to one of the shower heads and adjusted the water temperature. Wynn put his face in the stream and wet down, turning his back to the wall. As he cleared the water from his face, his eyes beheld four painted young ladies lined up in front of him. Ms. Blue's paint was smeared but the other three were still fully covered from head to ankle, their feet pale where the booties had been.

Ms. Red stepped forward, lifted Wynn's hand and placed a dollop of soft soap in his palm. She placed his soaped hand on her torso and swept it across her breasts and abdomen, wiping off the paint. Wynn understood the signal and proceeded to remove all of Ms. Red's body paint. She in turn soaped and rubbed Wynn. They played at the cleaning until all the red was gone, front to back and top to bottom. Removing her cap, Ms. Red exhibited dark black shoulder length waves of hair.

Ms. Red stepped aside and Ms. White stepped into Wynn's body wash arena. Wynn took some initiative and held his hand out to Janice who deposited another dollop of soap. Wynn needed no further invitation and enjoyed a mutual scrub with Ms. White. From under her cap, a bell of straight red hair emerged. 

Ms. Black followed with similar cleansing results. Her cap hid blond ringlets that cascaded down her back. She stepped aside and joined her statuary mates in a short line of wet beauty.

Ms. Blue stood expectantly as Wynn beckoned her forward. Her breasts jiggled again as she walked the few steps across the shower floor, stopping in front of Wynn. Wynn used one finger to swirl little figures in the already spoiled paint: O's and figure 8's on her abdomen, broader palm swipes across her ass when she turned and he wrote his name in smudge across the tops of her generous boobs. Whenever she could, Ms. Blue reached out and stroked Wynn's cock. She maintained a steady smile.

Wynn sensed a movement behind him and saw Janice position a plastic stool under him. He sat on it as Ms. Blue knelt before him, still holding his erection. Tilting it towards her as she leaned in, she planted a kiss on its tip, then a tongue lash under the crown before drawing the knob inside her lips for suckling. More moves brought more of his rod inside her warm mouth. Ms. Blue used the underside of her tongue to paint the underside of Wynn's dick. Wynn let out a moan and Ms. Blue employed long probing strokes along with the tonguing.

Wynn's fingers gently detached the cap from Ms. Blue's scalp. A head of full brown hair with blue paint splotches fell out. Apparently, during the mishap, the cap had slipped and blue paint had gotten in her hair. Janice held out a bottle of shampoo and poured some into Wynn's upturned palm. The drizzly shower water wet the locks and Wynn began lathering them. Ms. Blue approved; she continued sucking and added low moaning vibrations to the strokes and tonguing. Wynn felt his pleasure growing. His hands massaged her scalp as he swirled the long strands. The drizzle rinsed away the suds.

The other beauties watched mesmerized as their statue mate gave and took pleasure. One was biting her knuckle in rhapsody. Wynn closed his eyes as his peak approached. He gripped his partner's hair and rammed himself deep as cum exploded from his knob. Four bursts passed through as Ms. Blue's moans turned to choked cries; she struggled to swallow quickly and catch a breath. Wynn understood and loosened his grip. She drew back far enough to breathe through her nose but maintained control and did not let Wynn's cock completely out of her mouth. Wynn slumped forward a little as his peak passed.

Calm restored, the four women attended to Wynn, finalizing his cleansing, but mostly assuring that he was alert and able to walk. Wynn stood just inside the shower room while the four women softly terry-clothed him dry. They left him there and retreated back to the dressing room presumably to acquire different colors for the next act of the special statuary presentation.

Janice was dressed and waiting for him at the bench. Wynn wasn't sure how long the cleaning had gone on but it had been long enough for the staff to clean his blue soiled clothes. His attire was waiting for him, folded on the bench. Janice helped Wynn redress. 

As Janice led him to the museum exit, Wynn mused about how this New Year's Day stacked up; better than any past and perhaps a prelude to future ones. He made his one New Year's resolution: book Total Woman Excursion vacations as often as possible.

Total Woman Excursions 02



It was an elegant soiree. The St Valentine's Day dinner was served with the finest crystal and china at the Total Woman Excursions' formal dining room: ordures, wine, raw oysters (of course), light salads, gazpacho, poultry and seafood entrées, steamed vegetables: a healthy repasse for healthy lifestyles. 

The tuxedoed and gowned partygoers mingled in a post dinner gathering sipping champagne, eating strawberries dipped in chocolate and admiring the scantily clad cocktail waitresses serving them. Cupid and St Valentine were on full-time duty tonight but it was easy work considering the attractions on display. Upon booking this event, each male guest had been assigned a facility female host guide. However, consensual tradeoffs, permanent or temporary, were permissible. The gentlemen perused the buffet of beauty and dropped hints to their fellow guests of possible exchanges. 

A red haired woman was laughing with two gentlemen at some comment. She wore a low cut floor length gown with side leg slits that revealed more than concealed her voluptuous body when she moved. Another young lady wore a simple black velvet backless cocktail dress. Her straight blond hair was parted in the middle and hung in three falls, one broad over the exposed back and two over her braless breasts which swayed invitingly beneath the dress when she stepped about in her high heels.

Wynn stood beside Feebie, his assigned host guide. Her red sequined dress had a large heart shaped cut out over her bodice, exposing a grand view of her cleavage. They were chatting with another couple and Wynn dropped hints about a temporary exchange for later in the evening. The other gentleman was totally enthralled with his host guide and was reluctant to give her up for anytime at all. The gentleman's host guide was shorter than the statuesque Feebie but well proportioned. Feebie sensed Wynn's desire and leaned in to whisper quickly in the other host guide's ear. She smiled, cast a glance at Wynn and nodded.

Strolling away to other parts of the gathering, Wynn asked "What was that about?"

"Never mind for now; I'll tell you later." Feebie replied.

Wynn and Feebie continued to mingle as they moved towards the grand staircase in the entrance hall. A few couples took their leave and began ascending to the upper guest suites. Wynn watched the enamored male climb the stairs, his host guide hand-in-hand. They stopped at the mezzanine landing and, with a brief pause, regarded the remaining guests below. The anxious gentleman turned and pulled his stumbling high heeled host guide after him to their suite door, opened it, pushed her through and slammed it behind him.

Wynn strolled with Feebie to the staircase, climbed to the suite level and they entered his suite. Feebie stood silently, looked expectantly at Wynn. He walked to her and lifting her arm high, used her hand to turn her in a slow 360 pirouette. The red sequined dress sparkled in the soft lights. Her back was completely exposed from her neck clasp to the bit of ass cleavage peaking above the cloth stretched low across her hips, showing that the outfit would not accommodate undergarments. Her black wavy hair hung just below her shoulders. Turning her to face him, Wynn reached underneath the tumbling waves of hair, searching for the neck clasp. Feebie lay her hands on Wynn's hips, helping to steady her body on the high heels while Wynn rummaged for the dress closure. As his fingers found the hooks, Feebie's lips found his and she embraced Wynn in a breath stopping full mouth kiss. Wynn's fingers stopped fiddling as he took in the sensual lip lock.

Feebie eased back with a few lip pecks and pushed Wynn a half step back. His fingers finished their work and he held the dress panels high and sideways. With a brief pause, he let go and the top of the dress draped inside out below Feebie's waist. As expected, the dress design disallowed undergarments and Feebie's teasing peak-a-boo cleavage was now on full display. The globes were firm but round with a hint of sag. In a word, marvelous; and marvel Wynn did. Her nipples were already aroused from the kissing. 

Wynn lifted his hands to cradle his fingers beneath the masses. Feebie covered Wynn's hands with hers and encouraged his kneading explorations. He thumbed her nipples and the nubs grew more prominent. He liked the color contrast between the deep red of the areoles and the clear ivory of her skin. 

Wynn slid his hands behind her back, searching this time for the waist clasp in the back. He readily found it and popped the snap. The zipper gave him trouble. As Feebie leaned in and reached back to assist, her breasts pressed into Wynn's chest. She yanked the zipper down and it loosened the dress waist band enough to slide on down her legs and pool at her ankles. Again, as expected, the dress design disallowed undergarments. But unexpectedly, Feebie wore no stockings; her legs were that smooth and toned. Wynn knelt to gather the stylish dress from the floor. Standing, he held it up and Feebie moved away to drape it carefully over a chair.

Wynn stood still as Feebie returned. She reached out and loosed his tuxedo's bowtie. The jacket and cummerbund were next; then the cuff links and ruffled shirt. She kissed his lips before descending to her knees. The pants button and zipper whispered open and Wynn's pants circled his ankles. Feebie reached under the bunched pant cuffs to untie the shoe laces. Wynn lifted one leg and then the other as Feebie removed pants, sox and shoes in one sweeping motion.

Rising, Feebie wrapped her arm in his and guided Wynn to the satin sheeted bed. Sitting on the edge, Wynn lay back and rested sideways in the bed. Feebie tugged at his boxers' waist band and Wynn lifted his hips in permission for the cloth to be pulled down and off his legs.

Having prepared Wynn for the task at hand, Feebie took the task in hand and stroked slowly. Wynn was firm but not hard. Further measures were required. Feebie leaned in and, holding his cock upright, pecked a kiss on the tip. The tip of her tongue probed the tip of his dick. Her lips travelled down to but not over the rim. 

Wynn was harder now. Feebie looked up to see Wynn's expression. His eyes were closed, his face calm and his breathing steady. Good; a relaxed Wynn would be easier to work with.

She rose up on the bed to get a better angle. Her lips opened wider and she slid them down the shaft full distance in one slow stroke. That got a low moan out of Wynn. Encouraged, Feebie rolled her tongue from side to side around his shaft as she slid up and down. Wynn was now as hard as Feebie figured he was going to get.

Throwing one leg across, she straddled Wynn's hips and placed him at the entrance to her cunt. Lying forward, hugging her boobs hard into his chest, she pushed the saliva wetted cylinder into her opening. Her arms hugged him tight around the neck. Her hips worked strokes on his cock. 

Wynn lay quietly accepting the caresses. Feebie's magic was working its spell. Too soon, he felt his nerves tingle at the extremities and they grew more electric as the sparks moved toward the center. He tried to slow their progress by moving his hips with hers, reducing the depth of the strokes, but to no avail.

Wynn's breathing quickened as he uttered visceral growls. The orgasm slammed into his prostate and propelled his semen up and out into Feebie's receptive vagina. She felt its arrival and hugged Wynn's neck tighter and tongued his ear. Wynn was choked by the power of her grip. He almost passed out.

Wynn awakened as if from a twilight sleep. The ceiling glowed with moonlight, his chest felt heavy; he smelled musk and his cock was warm. With further consciousness he found himself in the arms of and under a naked woman. The softness against his chest bespoke a voluptuous woman. She stirred and raised her head looking in his eyes. Her eyes were blue and beautiful. 

"Are you back with me now?" Feebie asked.

"Back and happy to be here." He quipped. He bucked his hips once and felt his softened cock rub against her quim. Feebie rose further and rolled off Wynn, grabbing the sheet and covering him to reduce the chance of a too quick cool down. Wynn put his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling. 'Good Valentine's Day' he thought. It was past midnight. He fell back into sleep.

Wynn felt the bed quiver with a body getting in. Feebie must be returning from a preening break. He felt her warmth sidle up to his side. Her breasts pressed his arm. Her hand covered his cock, causing it to sprout with the start of an erection. Her finger tips lightly scratched along the shaft. The sprout grew. He lay quietly, having learned that Feebie could read a man's sensual signals and knew what to do. He closed his eyes. His cock was hefty enough now for Feebie to use palm and fingers to encircle it. 

When the strokes produced the vital size necessary, Feebie rose up and threw a leg over. Sitting upright, she placed Wynn properly and pressed down. Wynn rested his hands on her knees and thighs. Feebie did the work, moving her hips up and down. She leaned forward to prop her hands on his shoulders, her boobs swaying free between them. Wynn took the invitation and palmed her breasts. The globes felt different, fuller and spongier beneath the skin, easier to knead.

A cloud parted and extra moon glow entered the room, illuminating the scene. Wynn was surprised by the sight. It wasn't Feebie; it was the enthralled gentleman's host guide that Feebie had whispered to. This was the arrangement she had made; he had forgotten about it until now. 

Releasing the globes, Wynn watched the nipples move without pause. Wynn's temporary companion was shorter and fuller in body but no less enthusiastic in her wish to please her partner. Her red hair sashayed across her back. She used long strokes, short strokes, rotations of her hips and short pauses, dragging Wynn's knob along every inch of her velvety sleeve. Wynn was unable to continue laying passive and pushed his hips in counter rhythm. Recovering from the surprise, he now delighted in the fulfillment of his wish. He was fucking his fantasy or rather she was fucking him, doing most of the labor. 

And she liked it as well. Wynn heard her moan, then gasp, breathing louder as she came closer to her own gratification. That very belief, that Wynn was providing pleasure to his fantasy fuck, got Wynn more aroused. Sex is a mental as much as a physical act. Wynn may have been large and hard but he now pictured his cock so large that he touched all the places inside the woman's womb at once. 

His temporary companion cried out in orgasm, clamping hard on the fleshy shaft embedded in her core. That pulled Wynn's trigger and, with a roar, he fired off rapid bursts of cum. The lovers were locked in an elevated arch as Wynn involuntarily lifted his hips during his orgasm. As his breath returned, Wynn set back down into the sheeted mattress. The woman lay on his chest and suckled his neck. Wynn caressed her ass. His cock deflated and fell out. He fell into an exhausted asleep, again.

Sunlight broke across the bed. Wynn awoke alone. The door opened and a naked Feebie entered. Her makeup was smeared and her hair disheveled. Feebie entered the suite's bathroom to preen. She emerged renewed and crawled into Wynn's bed. She kissed his cheek and whispered "Did you enjoy the swap?"

Wynn nodded and kissed her lips. "Thank you for being so considerate." 

He wanted to ask about her tryst with the gentleman. Was the state of her makeup and hair upon return an indication of the vigor and enthusiasm of her temporary guest? He decided he was more contented with his own memories of Feebie minus the intrusion of another man's activities.

Total Woman Excursions was all about the guest's comfort and satisfaction. He would come again. He deliberated on his next chance to schedule a booking.



Total Woman Excursions 03



The fire crackled in the cabin's stone hearth. The logs whistled as the moisture steamed. The seasoned firewood stack had been covered with a late season snow. The fire now transformed the clinging ice to vapor as it consumed the wood.

Wynn and Marcy had cross country skied to the Total Woman Excursions' timberland cabin arriving late in the afternoon. Earlier, the staff had stocked them a hearty dinner and departed; corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, carrots, crispy bread. It was a fine tradition for St Patrick's Day. They reheated and ate the feast upon arrival, then settled in for a long winter's night. The cabin would be their secluded refuge from dusk 'til dawn.

After feasting on supper and securing the cabin, Marcy and Wynn lounged on the sofa in front of the red and yellow flames. They sipped Merlot which helped chase away the cold nips. As they chatted, Wynn asked Marcy about her education at the Total Woman Academy. 

Marcy described the curriculum which prepared Academy graduates to focus their whole being on garnering a successful life using intelligence, beauty and poise. Since graduation with a cumma sum laude in Electrical Engineering, she had followed her dreams, earning a management position in the electronics industry, as well as working as a Special Therapist at the Total Woman Clinic. She hoped to return to the Academy for post-graduate training and then become a visiting adjunct trainer to the undergraduates.

She volunteered several times throughout the year at Total Woman Excursions. She liked the variety of activities available to a host guide at the resort. She met a lot of interesting men and made discrete contacts with powerful players in her career field. 

Her glowing face held a smile. It may have glowed from the all day outdoor briskness, the fire's warmth, the fine wine and the presence of this attractive man. Marcy fingered the cuff of Wynn's sweater. "And sometimes I make indiscrete contacts as well."

Wynn dropped his head back and drained the last dregs from his goblet. Putting the glass next to Marcy's on the table, he stood. He held the hand that had fingered his arm and helped Marcy to rise. He gripped both her hands behind her back as he planted a full kiss on her lips. They spent some time exploring each other's mouth, skirting aside tongues to probe deeper. Wynn broke the kiss to lean back a little.

"So, host guide, what's there to see and do here in a backwoods cabin?" he asked.

"Well, let's see. There's a Jacuzzi tub on the deck under the sunroom. There's this nice rug in front of the fireplace. And the bedroom is over there. What's your choice?"

Wynn looked around at the door leading to the back deck Jacuzzi, then the fireplace, then the bedroom door. "All of the above" he said.

Marcy liked that answer. She reached back and held his hands in hers. She pulled them out between them and walked backward, leading Wynn towards the Jacuzzi sunroom. In the sunroom, Marcy began by unzipping the front of her spandex one piece ski suit. Her cleavage came into view as the sides drew apart under the pressure of her breasts vying to escape their confines. Her belly button bulls eyed a phenomenal flat tummy.

Wynn grasped the collars and slowly peeled the ski garment back and down, satiating her breasts' desire to be emancipated from their confinement. The nipples were large, dark and prominent on the white fleshy mounds mounted high and firm on her chest.

Bending one knee, Wynn re-grasped the garment at waist level and continued the peel down. He was faced with a cute shaved cunt. The pink lining peeked out in a centerline disappearing through the crack between her legs. Her hips were slim and firm, elevated by toned legs,

Wynn looked up at Marcy looking down. She stepped one leg up and then the other as Wynn completed her disrobement. He stood up. Marcy took his sweater up and over his head, baring his chest. She put the sweater aside and ran her hands over his torso, tweaking his nipples. Sliding her hands behind his back, she rose on tiptoes and reconnected the deep kiss they had enjoyed before. Her breasts pressed his chest.

Without breaking the tongue play, she felt for his belt and loosed it. The pants zipper was next and even before the pants fell away, she was holding his cock inside the boxers. The other hand pulled the waists of both pants and boxers out, over and down while the first hand guarded his cock from any errant scrapes.

Kneeling, she correspondingly completed Wynn's disrobement. Looking straight ahead, she regarded the object of her desire. Marcy pecked a quick kiss on the tumescent tip before standing. Taking his hand, she stepped into the Jacuzzi, followed by Wynn. Wynn seated himself and Marcy sat on his lap sidesaddle, putting her arms around his neck. 

Marcy squirmed in Wynn's lap. Wynn's erection was under her hip and the water movement was tap, tap, tapping it against her skin. "It seems eager to start, doesn't it?"

Wynn gripped the far boob submerged nipple deep in the foaming water. His fingers cradled the mass and his thumb stroked the nipple nub. He leaned in and held the near tit's nub in his teeth, pressing in until his nose was encased in boob. He shook his head 'Yes'.

Marcy turned into Wynn who was still suckling her breast. She straddled his lap and placed his ready erection at her cunt. Short prods worked to bury his firm flesh inside her spongy flesh. Longer thrusts pushed it fully in. At full depth, Wynn extracted her tit from his mouth's grip and sat upright. They hugged, clinging together, cheek to cheek, crushing her boobs between them as they breathed moans into each other's ears.

Despite the strenuous all-day exercise, their energies did not flag but this first time wasn't going to last long. Both partners felt the rush come on and clenched tighter to each other as the orgasmic waves crashed across them. The peak held for longer than Wynn could ever remember happening before.

As his cognizance returned, he felt Marcy smoothing caresses across his upper back. Wynn leaned back in the seat and Marcy pushed up and off to sit beside him. They lazed about with hands under water exploring digitally where they had been recently joined genitally.

Recovered now and at risk of becoming wrinkled from the extended immersion, Wynn climbed out then helped Marcy out. They found big fluffy towels in a cabinet and swathed themselves dry. Inside, a large down comforter lay on the sofa. They wrapped up together on the rug in front of the fireplace and spooned watching the fire. Wynn cupped a boob; his semi-soft cock lay in Marcy's ass crack and his bicep pillowed her head. Marcy's free hand covered Wynn's hand where it caressed her breast and she half steered its movement to her fancy. Above them, the fire choreographed colored light dances on the ceiling and walls.

Time passed. Marcy felt Wynn's cock get less semi-erect and more full erect. She wiggled her ass against his groin. Wynn clutched hard at her tit and bucked his hips to get more friction on his shaft. The message had been sent and received. The messengers synchronized their stations for complete communication. Wynn backed his hips and Marcy rolled onto her back and opened her thighs. Wynn propped up and angled his groin into her saddle. Both reached down and together positioned him for entry. 

Wynn drove hard in one long stroke, finding Marcy wet and receptive. She gasped but pulled him in closer with her hands on his butt. She rolled her hips a few times, brushing her clitoris hard against his hairy pubic bone. Wynn stayed still and deep but could not halt forever. He slowly reared back, drawing his knob along her walls, rubbing her G-spot in the process and eliciting a surprised chirp from Marcy. He paused and shuttled his knob back and forth across the nerve bundle. Suddenly, Marcy cried out, her vagina clamping tight around his cock. 

Wynn hugged Marcy through her climax and when she relaxed enough, he repeated the movement. She went rigid again, a crying moan reverberating off the cabin walls. Once more he waited for her to calm, then started again. Marcy was bathed in sweat, her breasts squeaking like wet neoprene against Wynn's chest.

Wynn was ready. It was his turn now. He abandoned the G-spot exercise and took long slow strokes. Marcy rolled her hips to assist. Wynn pushed as deep as he could, pressing her clitoris as she had done for herself before. The strokes got sorter and quicker. Wynn's breathing got shorter and quicker. Finally, he took one deep breath, bellowed out and pulsed out, filling Marcy's ears and womb with his virility. 

Wynn recovered swaddled in Marcy's soft limbs and laying on her warm body. The fire was a heap of glowing red embers. Marcy stirred and Wynn extricated himself from his comfy cradle. 

Wearily, the paramours dragged to the bedroom and climbed under the bed covers. They lay side by side, arms extended around necks and hands behind each other's heads. Sleep captured them almost immediately.

Wynn woke as dawn's light filled the room. Marcy opened her eyes as well. Wynn rolled and settled his back again the sheeted mattress. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. He remembered saying 'All of the above'. He waited to see if Marcy remembered as well. She did. 

Marcy rose and moved her head under the covers to Wynn's midsection. Wynn felt a tongue lap his shaft; then another. A hand positioned and held it. Lips descended over the top and closed below the crown. A tongue tip probed the slit. The tongue wiped around the knob. The lips moved lower and the mouth suckled. Teeth teased the underside of the crown. His cock got harder and increased its diameter. Marcy took it all in and the tip bumped her throat entrance.

Wynn felt the full embedment and the bump against his tip. Marcy's mouth was making long strokes along his length. His eyes squinted at the white waves of sunlight bouncing on the ceiling. He thought about muscles clamping hard on his prostate. He imagined his semen rushing up the urethra. He dreamed of the white fountain jetting into Marcy's mouth. 

Suddenly, Wynn's dreams came true. His muscles clamped, his semen rushed and his fountain jetted. Wynn called out his ecstasy and gripped the sheets, arching his back. He vibrated in a bridged pose. Marcy dutifully swallowed as fast as she could and was successful in avoiding any messy spill out. When the climax passed and Wynn dropped his hips to the mattress, Marcy snuggled up to his side and caressed his chest with her hand. 

A quick nap and shower was all they needed before skiing back to the lodge for brunch and farewells.



Total Woman Excursions 04



The sauna finished its 30 minute cycle and was in cool down mode. Feebie leaned against the hot wooden wall, naked legs and body sprawled along the cedar slat bench. An equally naked Wynn lay back on her body, his sweaty head pillowed by her generous breasts. Her hand idly diddled his flaccid organ which was not responding well in the heat. They chatting about nothing really, just making conversation.

"So, who did you like the best?" she asked.

"Everyone was superb. You were magnificent and thrilled me completely when you invoked the temporary tradeoff with the other host guide. Marcy gave me her all, excepting maybe a boobjob or handjob. I didn't have sex with Janice but she choreographed four statuesque artists who provided me with a very personal performance. No complaints. I liked them all."

"But you missed a boobjob and handjob from Marcy and sex with Janice. Is that what I'm hearing?"

"I guess so but I'm not complaining. I certainly haven't lacked for attention during my visits."

As if on signal, the door opened and Janice and Marcy entered wrapped in towels. Wynn looked up at Feebie, who pecked his forehead. "At Total Woman Excursions, our goal is complete satisfaction".

Marcy approached Wynn as she removed her towel. "What have we here? I think someone needs some special attention. The heat seems to have left you a little fatigued." With that, she kneeled beside Wynn on the bench and wrapped her hand around the soft shaft, giving gentle squeezes with her palm and fingers. She looked in Wynn's eyes as she caressed his cock. Feebie used her hands to rub Wynn's chest and nipples. Janice remained towel wrapped and watched the action. 

Wynn was surrounded by attentive beauty. He watched Marcy and Feebie manipulate his erogenous zones with their hands.  The sensations were having the desired effects. Blood filtered into his cock tissues affecting some firmness. Wynn closed his eyes. Feebie's warm breasts were stirring against his ears and he could visualize the little waves lapping about in her fluid mounds. His cock increased in firmness.

The sensation in his groin changed. He opened his eyes to see Marcy adjusting her position to drape her boobs across his groin. She used hands on the sides to press them into a sleeve around his cock. She stroked fore and back. Wynn could see his knob emerge over her compressed cleavage on each down stroke. Marcy's sweaty skin rubbed his knob rim on each stroke. 

Marcy looked up. Wynn's face was getting even flusher, despite the earlier heat. "How does that feel? Am I doing it right? At Total Woman Excursions, our goal is complete satisfaction."

Wynn gave a quick nod. His cock was at full hardness now. He watched his tip slit spread open on each up stroke and close tight as it retreated into the fleshy fissure of Marcy's cleavage. He was breathing heavier. Marcy took note.

"Are you okay? Let me know when you feel ready. Janice wants to give you her attention next." Marcy looked at Janice and smiled. "Let's switch before he cums too soon and you miss your turn." 

Marcy released Wynn from her boob tunnel and rose up. Wynn felt the relative coolness despite the sauna heat.  Janice untucked her towel and let it slip to the floor. She walked the intervening steps to kneel next to Wynn.  He reached out and caressed the nearby breasts. Janice put her hands over both of his hands; supervising the rubbing and kneading. She threw one knee over Wynn and straddled his hips. Marcy reached in and held Wynn erect. Janice moved her hips around until his cock tip aligned with her cunt lips. Marcy removed her hand from his cock and found other service by kissing and stroking the inside of Wynn's thighs.

Janice lowered an inch, folding her moist scalloped flaps over half the cockhead. She moved her hips in a flat circle, caressing just the end of his cock. Her eyes attentively observed his face. Janice knew the magical sequence of activities.  She would follow the steps in order as the telltale signs cued her escalations.

Wynn's lips split open to get more air. Janice responded by lowering another inch, keeping the horizontal circles going, rubbing more of her vagina tube around the knob rim. Wynn's mouth opened wider for more air and Janice reacted by moving all the way down in one long stroke, seating him completely in her and pausing the motions. Her hands still supervised his hands on her breasts. She made him squeeze the malleable handfuls tighter. She liked the slight hurt; it kept her focused.

Wynn closed his eyes. Janice reacted with vaginal muscle clamps, starting at his base and squeezing each vaginal ring upward in turn, milking his cock. Wynn moaned; a sign for Janice to continue the escalation. She worked her muscle groups for uncounted cycles as Wynn's breathing shortened and quickened. His closed eyes winced and he gripped her boobs even tighter. She halted all movement, wanting to delay Wynn's impending orgasm but she realized he was too far gone to back off now. Janice resumed with vigor, using all the methods together: rotating her hips horizontally, stroking up and down and clamping vaginally. 

Wynn opened his mouth wide, gasping for breath, arched his back and howled. Janice pushed all the way down and felt his liquid explosion bang against her cervix.  Between the crushing in her breasts and the shot in her womb, her ardor peaked as well and she cried out her ecstasy. Feebie hugged Wynn's reclined body and head tight to her breasts, wanting to add her efforts to his orgasm. 

Wynn saw fairy lights beneath his eyelids, multi-colored bursts of stars and trails. He couldn't tell how long they went on and he didn't care. As his body came down from its high, he fluttered his eyes open. Janice was recovered and watching his face with a concerned little expression. Marcy was peering over her shoulder, smiling. Feebie had one hand against his chest and the other lightly messaging his scalp. She was softly kissing the top of his head and rubbing it with her cheek, inviting him back to consciousness. Wynn took some time to mentally check his condition and confirm he was still alive.

When Wynn felt ready, the women uncoupled from him and helped him shuffle to the group shower. They used scented body washes to scrub away the sweat and fuck smell accumulated on all their bodies. Toweling him dry, they dressed him and seated him on a locker bench. Janice reopened his fly, extracted his limp tool and kissed the tip. Feebie moved in and landed her kiss, followed by Marcy. The naked women walked out, leaving Wynn to await the staff who would take him to the resort checkout and departure. 

Yep, it's true. At Total Woman Excursions, the goal is complete satisfaction.



Total Woman Excursions 05



Spence wacked the ball hard using his best overhand shot. It flew to the corner of the tennis court but too far. 

"Out" called Ariel.

"You sure?" he called back. There wasn't much to argue. There was no judge seated at midcourt in this friendly match at the Total Woman Excursions sports complex, a part of the larger resort compound.

"Of course, I'm sure" she laughed.

"Okay, 40 Love. Your serve." 

Spence squatted at the center back tee, bouncing back and forth. Ariel tossed the ball high and pounded it towards Spence's left. He got there and lobbed it back. She ran in and struck it solidly towards the opposite side. Spence hardly tried; the ball bounced inside the backline and pinged off the chainlink fence. 

Ariel called out "Match point. Ready?"

'Hardly' thought Spence. He waited for his inevitable defeat. Ariel was the resort's tennis pro. He thought he was better than this but Ariel was trouncing his game. Maybe he was a little distracted by her outfit. Lots of female tennis players wore short skirts and tight tops but Ariel filled hers out a lot better than most. 

Ariel struck the ball across the net straight at Spence. He sidestepped to line up the shot. The ball and his racket met solidly. The ball flew straight and true and ....out.

"Game... Set... Match" said Ariel.

She jogged around the net to Spence's side, boobs and strawberry red ponytail bouncing. Spence wondered how she could play so well braless with such unwieldy chest weights. They should throw her balance off but he figured she had become accustomed to the altered center of gravity. She bent to retrieve her water bottle and Spence got a good view down her top. Magnificent pendulums of flesh swayed as she rose.

Ariel saw Spence staring and knew why. She was used to being stared at. Sometimes that helped her win matches in the semi-pro circuit. Most, but not all, leagues required a modicum of modesty. Those that didn't were beneficial to Ariel. All is fair in love, war and gamesmanship. If her assets distracted the competition, she wasn't going to volunteer to miss an advantage.

Spence was tired from the exercise. Ariel guided him to the mini-set of bleachers outside the court fence. No one else was using the dual courts. They sat and sipped their liquids, cooling down. The air was balmy in April, especially this late in the afternoon. The equinox was barely passed; it was officially Spring but still not really warm. Spence felt a chill as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

"You did pretty well today. I saw some improvement in your return strokes. Maybe tomorrow we can work on your serves. If you work on control over speed you will see improvement there as well....Hey, are you feeling a chill. You shivered."

"Yeah, I'm kind of wet and the temps are dipping like the afternoon sun."

"Here, wrap this around you." Ariel produced a wool sports blanket from her gym bag.

"Thanks."

"You're right, it is a little chilly. Can we share that blanket?"

Spence opened the front like wings with both flaps wrapped around his arms. Ariel snuggled in. The blanket was just big enough for them to cover themselves if they sat close. Her teeshirt covered breasts mashed against his arm. Spence liked that. It actually began to get steamy under the covers. He maneuvered his arm around her shoulder.

Ariel asked Spence about his career. He said he was an inventor and investor who liked the sea and sailing. She was a free spirit, a little of this and a little of that. Weary, neither was interested in deep conversation. The sunset glowed reddish. Spence remembered the old adage: red at night, sailors delight; red in morning, sailors take mooring. It should be a rainless evening. His eyes drooped and he felt the tiredness take hold.

Spence startled awake. The post dusk darkness was settling in. There were stars out in the cloudless sky; the new moon pale on the horizon. He was leaning into Ariel who seemed to have fallen asleep as well. Her head rested on his shoulder and her hand rested on his leg, fingers dangling inside his thigh near his crotch. She stirred and the fingers tapped and scratched against his skin. That delighted the sailor.

He let his far hand dangle and it brushed her breasts. She didn't seem to notice. He reached down and brushed a finger around her nipple; still no acknowledgement. He squeezed the globe lightly. Ariel's hand raised the hem of her teeshirt over her boob, grabbed his hand and placed his palm square over her nipple. She pressed his hand into a grip.

"Don't be so shy." she said.

Spence stopped being shy and so did Ariel. Her hand moved north and under the material of his shorts' leg. She wormed higher, finding the jockstrap covered scrotum. Higher still, the stretchy support covered his cock.

Ariel sat upright, Spence's hand still coupled to her boob. She used both hands to undo his buckle and zipper. Her hand dove in under the tight waist band of the supporter. It became obvious that the athlete's cock pocket had to go; it was an encumbrance.

The pretense ended. She lifted off the blanket and doffed her teeshirt. The night air stiffened her nipples even more than Spence's stimulation had done. Her shorts were next. She grabbed at Spence's shirt and removed it. She slid his jock and shorts off in one long sweep. Laying Spence back down on the blanket covered bleacher seat, Ariel lay atop him, breast to chest and groin to groin. Spence's shaft lay between them, growing rapidly. She pulled the other half over them. The blanket resumed warming them.

They kissed. Spence stroked her back and butt cheeks. Ariel reached between them and positioned his erection for insertion. Insertion proceeded smoothly. She had Spence tied up, 40 Love, by both sets of lips. They volleyed back and forth, lobs and slams, varying the returns. Her rounded globes rolled on his chest, rubbing everywhere. His plump shaft danced in her vagina, rubbing everywhere. Neither hurried the pace.

But even with the indolent pace, the clock was ticking down. The players were into their end-game. Both felt the pins and needles imminent in limps, body and core. Ariel's breathing and moaning amplified. Spence's grunts matched her volume and timing. They panted in sync and then howled together. Ariel's cunt clamped down in orgasm on Spence's cock. His prostate gave the extra effort needed to shoot his cum up the confined tube and deep into Ariel. It was a massive orgasm for him. He had felt exhausted before, now he felt further drained of energy and hydration. 

Calm returned slowly. Humid air escaping the blanket misted in the night air. Ariel lifted her face to his and kissed him. Spence rubbed her back. He had only begun to deflate, still reveling in the afterglow. They were just as unhurried now as before. But the chill was penetrating the wool cover and they needed to seek shelter before continuing.

Ariel asked "Your place or mine?"

He replied. "Mine."

They unraveled their bodies and the blanket and retrieved their sportswear, carrying everything, walking naked but for sneakers. The pale moon and twinkling stars lit their way as they journeyed to a roof over their heads and another match of mating.



Total Woman Excursions 06



May Day was an event worldwide where governments paraded intimidating messages to their adversaries, impressive displays of military power, facing down their enemies. 

On a lesser scale, Spence was facing down Mai Mai in the dojo. They were eyeing and circling, sending intimidating looks, wanting to display impressive moves in martial arts, facing each other down. Mai Mai was dressed in her keikogi , clinched at the waist by a black belt, her jet black hair tied in a bun. Spence was similarly dressed but with a far lower belt color.

Mai Mai was employing extraordinary tactics. She had omitted bra and teeshirt. Her pert rosy nipples flashed when the jacket flapped. Spence lost his martial concentration. Mai Mai grabbed his collars and rolled him over her shoulder, dropping him to the mat and backing off, resuming her stance. 

Spence picked himself up ..again.. and resumed his position. They circled yet again, arms up, hands on guard. Mai Mai lunged but this time Spence was ready. He grabbed her small body and threw her on her back. Her jacket flapped completely open, exposing her whole chest. The breasts quivered from the impact.

Spence straddled her hips and held her arms against the mat, preventing her from closing her top. The breasts were firm, not large, tipped with wide conical areoles. They suited a woman of Mai Mai's fitness. Spence liked what he saw.

Mai Mai bucked her hips trying to dislodge her captor. He wasn't budging, his weight too great for her size and strength. Nor was he volunteering to dismount, especially when her attempts further quavered her tits. Spence liked what he saw.

Mai Mai said "Okay. You win this skirmish. That's 2-1. Let's start again. But we'll try a different tactic."

Spence let her up, reluctantly. Mai Mai retreated to her side of the exercise mat. She threw him a grin, untied her belt and doffed her jacket throwing it aside. The string tied pants dropped and joined the jacket. Mai Mai stood naked and barefoot, assuming a crouched on-guard stance. Spence took the hint. He got nude as well. Now they were equally disarmed.

Spence stood straight up, luring Mai Mai into an attack. She didn't abandon her defensive posture. Spence advanced across no man's land, still standing straight up. He stopped in the middle. Mai Mai inched forward. When she was close, she stopped and stood straight also. Spence reached out and undid the hair bun. The raven colored strands cascaded down her back, the ends teasing the top of her ass crack. Her bangs hung past her thin eyebrows, half concealing her black almond eyes. Spence liked what he saw.

Mai Mai hefted his flaccid cock. It was larger than her usual mates', something new to explore. She scratched the underside with a long fingernail. Spence's cock twitched in response. She looked up innocently through the rifts in her bangs. She kneeled.

Spence looked down, smiled and joked "Kiss it, Slant Eyes." She leaned in, feigning capitulation, but grasped his ankle and yanked. Her sneak attack dropped him on his back. Mai Mai mounted his torso reversed, trapping his head in a thigh lock. Spence was stuck, mouth to cunt, and unable to move.

It was Mai Mai's turn to joke. "Lick it, Round Eyes."

Even if Spence had a choice, he wouldn't have refused. He puckered up and planted a kiss on the dewy pink lips pressed to his. His tongue flickered along the trench. Mai Mai gave a small shudder. Spence licked again. She shuddered again. She may have been making noises also but his thigh covered ears couldn't hear a sound. What he could feel, however, was her moist hot breath on his growing erection. Then he felt a lick, her tongue lapping his cock crown. 

Having very little say in the matter, Spence returned to his own task at hand, or task at mouth, as it were. He tested his tongue's maneuvering range, patrolling far down the length of her cunt lips. The underside of his tongue rubbed the rosy scallops as it slithered until he could feel a different texture, recognizing that the tip had ramped out of red flesh onto white flesh. He retreated to the center.

He rolled his tongue and probed the hole, reconnoitering his range of depth. He fluttered the tip against the inner crests. Retreating, he reconnoitered the other flank. He ran the top side of his tongue flat up the gulley, feeling the tip push against her stiff but pliable urethra protrusion. His chin and nose were getting coated with her moisture. Spence liked what he tasted.

His own arousal was building. Mai Mai held his knob in her mouth, lashing her tongue all around the tip, probing his smaller hole with her stiffened tongue just as he had probed her interior. She drew his barrel in and tongued around the column. Halfway in it bumped her throat. Breathing deep, she charged ahead, marching the rim past her uvula. Spence's whole body jumped and settled. 

Mai Mai felt her orgasm begin. She pulled back for one more breath and pushed his erection in again. The wave of her orgasm washed over her. Spence sensed its arrival by the increased throbbing of her pussy and the increased clench about his head. He fluttered his tongue as much as he could, hoping to make it all that much better for her. And he succeeded. Mai Mai's body went rigid as a board. She vibrated. She sucked. She moaned loudly. She would have shrieked but her throat was otherwise engaged.

When Mai Mai's rigidity had tempered its hardness, she disengaged her ankles and released Spence's head and cock. He took a deep breath. Mai Mai rolled aside on her back, spent, throwing her arm across her forehead. Spence rose and rolled on top, swaddled in the cradle of her thighs. He had not cum. It was his turn.

Spence captured her facial lips with his. They kissed long, sharing her moisture, coating both chins and cheeks with genital dampness.  Mai Mai lay surrendered. Spence reached down and placed himself, marshaling his force for the advance. He marched into her opening, the spot of his recent tang and tactile patrol. Previously overcomed, but not having cummed, he pushed hard and quick, burying himself halfway in the first stroke. Mai Mai caught her breath. She was wet enough but not broad enough. Spence hesitated, letting her natural stretchiness catch up.

Spence drew back and pushed hard again, his tip bumping her cervix. Not fully embedded, he reared back and pushed once more. The knob jarred her cervix, dilated the ring and charged through. Pubic bone bumped against pubic bone, declaring full penetration. Then it bumped again and again as Spence reciprocated his erection in her close-fitting passageway. Spence liked what he felt.

Spence sensed his impending triumph. He bottomed out and went over the top, spraying spunk directly into her womb. He dug in, going deep, tilting his head with a cry of victory. Mai Mai held his biceps where they propped his torso in a backward arch. Spence quivered and fell forward, panting noisily. Mai Mai rubbed his back and head. She licked around her mouth, preening the musk from her face.

Spence rolled over and the mutually subdued combatants lay side by side, awash with afterglow, temporary allies in a sexual détente. Spence reckoned cross cultural exchanges like this could achieve miracles of world peace.



Total Woman Excursions 07



Spence gasped for breath but didn't stop. They had walked several miles through the forested trails and had now started to climb the ridge. Joan was leading and Spence followed her waggling shorts over trim buttocks. Spence was pleased with the motivation to keep the pace and keep Joan in sight. 

Today was Summer Solstice, the solar zenith occurring at exactly 1:22 PM. Joan and Spence would honor the occurrence from the utmost point available, closest to the sun.  They were hiking to the high vista overlooking the resort valley owned by Total Woman Excursions.

The trail led upward towards the lookout atop the mountain. The trail was not used often and several stretches required the trekkers to clamber up the path between protruding boulders. Spence helped Joan ahead of him by boosting her butt. She would lean down from above, showing cleavage and a nipple flash down the loose teeshirt collar, as she pull him up by the hand to a face-full of teeshirt covered boobs.

Near the summit, the grade eased and Joan stretched the lead. Spence was feeling the tension in his legs. Thankfully, the rustic guardrail and bench at the high point came into view.  Joan headed for them. Spence hobbled in, bending over and massaging his calves. Joan put a hand on his bent over back. Her braless boobs hung down inside the teeshirt.

"Trouble with cramps, sweety?"

"Yeah, maybe. You are a hard, but pleasant, act to follow. I may have pushed it a little too much." He stared down her open collar at the hanging beauties.

"Lay down on the bench. Maybe I can help."

Spence complied and Joan gripped and ungripped his calf muscles, encouraging more blood circulation.

"Any better?"

"Not yet."

Joan gripped and squeezed his butt muscles through his shorts. She took off his sneakers and rolled his toes and arches. Spence felt the cramps ease somewhat. 

"That's a little better" he said. 

Joan worked Spence's legs some more. She had him sit on the bench with his legs flat out in front. She sat behind him, mashing her mounds into his back, as she helped him lean forward into a stretch. Spence maintained that position for a long time, feeling the pleasant softness mold against him through the two thin teeshirts, hers and his.

Joan reached forward around his torso and gripped his top thigh muscles, kneading them and rubbing along their length. Her hands furtively rubbed the insides, thumbs brushing his groin. Her chin rested on his left shoulder. Her sweeps got bolder, rubbing his khaki covered genitals. The cramps were going away but why mention it. This was pretty pleasant. He pressed back into Joan's boobs.

Joan rose off the bench and went to the rustic wood railing at the edge of the cliff. She turned her head slowly, looked up at the sun, then left and right across the panorama. Far below was the resort facility, appearing as a miniature village with lodging, pool and sports grounds surrounding it. The surrounding unimproved lands buffered the resort from nosy neighbors and the frantic faraway highway on the horizon. The wind swirled among the trees, singing nature's praises. Soaring birds danced on the thermal updrafts. Butterflies flitted from flower to flower just beyond the rail.

Joan leaned her arms on the rail and said "Beautiful sight, isn't it?"

Spence sat up on the bench, surveyed Joan's trim ass in the silky shorts and said "Sure is."

Joan leaned further in, resting her elbows and boobs on the rail, chin in hands. Spence got up and strolled over behind her, bumping her butt with his groin, mashing in. His hands went around her body and slipped between the rail and her teeshirted nipples. He cupped her hanging breasts, kneading them. Spence revolved his groin on her ass. Joan glanced back, returned her gaze to the vista and let him continue.

Message sent, message received, message accepted. He put his chin on her back, resting his head and continuing the manipulations. He also took in the valley view. The scenery was peaceful and calming. 

Spence pulled one hand away from her boob and put it inside the loose leg of her shorts, tunneling for her labia. It was soft, warm and moist, barely covered by a narrow strip of the thong underwear. He probed under the fabric, pushed it aside, acquiring tactile contact, finger skin to cunt skin.

Rearing back, Spence's other hand unbuttoned his snap and lowered his zipper, spreading the khaki flaps. His tumescent meat found free air. He maneuvered it pass the silky loose leg opening and put the tip against the oily labia, pressing forward. The knob easily slipped in. His cock being well wedged, Spence's hand was free for other duties and he placed both around on Joan's belly. He moved them upward, resuming his tit cupping under the teeshirt, on the bare nipples, pinching them.

Joan leaned back and braced herself with her hands on the rail. Spence pulled her into his chest, peeking over her shoulder. He pushed his hips and buried his cock in her cunt. They started a counterstroke, long and slow, careful not to let him fall out. His knob was brushing all the length of her tunnel. 

Spence regarded the pleasant view. He felt great, fucking a beautiful woman, looking out on the world, fondling her boobs. Joan kept looking forward but she moaned and whimpered when his rim rubbed past her G-spot. Spence just stroked, grunting at the bottom of each thrust, giving an extra bump before backing out.

Joan leaned up higher and locked her elbows. The noises of the wind and bird calls competed with the noises of their coupling. Their volume rose as their heat built. Spence was panting, getting closer to his summit on the summit. Joan was breathing deeper. She sensed Spence's impending eruption and twisted her head back, imploring his kiss. He leaned in and their lips locked. He gave a muffled growl, Joan moaned into his mouth and Spence poured his solar offering into Joan's alter. It was precisely 1:22 PM, Summer Solstice.

Joan stayed braced on the rail as Spence bowed over her back. They inched down from their high climax, standing on the edge of the high terrain. Spence backed out of her cunt and shorts. She turned and helped him to put his cock back in his shorts. They sat on the bench, recovering some energy for the hike back.

On the descent, Spence led them through the steep rough part of the trail, turning to lend Joan a hand down the chasms, catching her chest to chest if she slipped. On the lower, more level path, they strolled hand in hand through the cleared sports areas surrounding the main facility. A brief summer shower drenched them. They continued on, Joan's breasts jostling in the wet stretched teeshirt, her nipples aroused by the cool rain and prominently displayed through the translucent shrouds. In Spence's room, they stripped the wet clothes, showered away the chills and played in a warm spray. Joan gave Spence a soapy handjob. 

Joan stayed with Spence through the mid-summer night. When he awoke in the dark, she reached out and found him half-aroused, only mid-erect on this midsummer night. She licked and lapped it into fullness, then rolled Spence on top of her, into the cradle of her open thighs. She placed him for entry and he helped out by plunging in. They thrust and rocked, deep and shallow, until Spence felt the inevitable rush and bellowed his satisfaction. Lying beside Joan in the bed at Total Woman Excursions, Spence figured, all in all, this was a pretty good start to his summer. 



Total Woman Excursions 08



Spence peered between his legs at dangling boobs, rows of dangling boobs. His down dog yoga stance had him looking backward at his nude yoga session mates on the pool deck of the Total Woman Excursions resort facility. His own hanging appendage read '6 o'clock'. The instructor directed that the practitioners move to an up dog pose and then stand. Spence lost the panorama of breast but was nonplused; there was plenty of session to go.

The instructor said "Now let's partner up for tantric yoga practice." Spence looked over at redhead Ariel and raised an eyebrow. She nodded. They moved facing each other.

"Thank you for the invitation" said Ariel. 

Spence grinned back. "My pleasure, I hope."

The instructor said "Face each other and hold hands lightly, practice coordinated breathing. Watch each other's diaphragms."

That was pretty easy for Spence, although the Ariel's diaphragm was a bit lower than where he really focused. Ariel's breasts were almost perfect. Her freckled milky globes were topped with fleshy cones tipped with rouged nipples centered by cylindrical nubs, all symmetrical. They rose and fell with her breaths. Her toned abdominals flexed as she slowly took air in and out of her lungs. Spence timed his breathing to Ariel's. She was more practiced than he and he had to consciously slow his rate. 

Spence rarely held hands with a woman. The touch of Ariel's warm fingers interlaced with his was unfamiliar but pleasant. It added a connection. He glanced up and saw her focused on his belly, watching his breathing but also making furtive glances at his flaccid organ.

The instructor said "Now, go down to a knee stand. Do not loose hand contact during the move."

Spence and Ariel continued to hold hands as they leaned in and down, resting on their knees, somewhat closer, or so it seemed. The hand holding helped to stabilize them during the descent; a partnership in balance. After settling, they watched each other's bellies as before. Spence found it easier to maintain his breathing rate in conformance with Ariel's pace, in and out at the same time.

The instructor said "Now, if you have matched your breathing, you may gaze into each other's eyes."

Spence looked almost level while Ariel raised her eyes up. They were close but Spence was taller. Spence's blue eyes met her bottle green ones. The subtle specter of her eyes contrasting with the long wavy strawberry locks got a first twitch in Spence's groin, momentarily interrupting his concentration. Spence recovered nicely without an outward sign.

They held the stare for untold moments before the instructor continued with "Now sit facing each other with knees raised and genitals in proximity but not touching. Interlace the knees but lay them wide apart and relaxed. Female's legs lay over the male."

This required Spence and Ariel to squat and shuffle. They continued to hold hands and settled into a sit with their groins inches apart, skin contacting at points along calves and thighs. They focused again on each other's face and coordinated their breathing as before. The separating inches reduced slightly as Spence's organ showed life and began its protrusion into the intervening gap. Spence's mind was awash in Ariel's liquid gaze.

The instructor's voice intruded on Spence's trance. "You may touch genitals. Be gentle and slow. Then place your arms on each other's shoulders"

Spence butt-walked forward, his tumescence wagging as he moved the few remaining inches. Its swing brushed her Venus Mount. Ariel blinked at the contact. She had been deep inside her mind and only refocused to the external with Spence's new spot of contact. Spence released her hands and glided his past her shoulders, reaching beneath her tresses to interlace his fingers in a light hold behind her neck. Ariel reflected that move and now she and Spence touched at necks, shoulders, thighs and groin. 

Their breathing diverged but they concerted it back to a coordinated pace. Spence was feeling his erection grow with the increased touching. As he headed 'north', he brushed her cunt lips. Ariel gave a small Mona Lisa smile and let it fade. 

The instructor said "Prepare them for mounting."

Spence felt a touch on his back and Mai Mai and Joan were kneeling at their sides, each with a hand on a partner's back. Mai Mai reached between and lightly grasped Spence's shaft with an oiled hand. She stroked once up, then down, sliding her palm over and past his scrotum. Her finger tips twirled on the perineum. Then she reversed and slid over his scrotum, all the way up his length and completely off the tip. Hollowing her palm, she slid down again all the way, again pressing the spot beneath his balls. This went on for some time. Spence broke his regular breathing pattern. Mai Mai stopped her strokes and pinched the tip between forefinger and thumb, backing him down until he returned to coordinated breaths with Ariel.

Meanwhile, Joan worked Ariel. Her finger tips travelled from Ariel's perineum, over her slash and fluttered the rosy lips. Ariel kept her eyes open but they were focused into the distance. Spence tried to swim through and beyond with his own gaze. They both felt the sensations of Mai Mai and Joan's manipulations but found that their synched breathing help hold back their immediate lust. They were in a phantasm of twilight ardor.

The instructor gave the expected command. "Mount!"

Joan and Mai Mai each put one hand behind Ariel's back and the other under her ass. They lifted and moved Ariel over Spence's upright slippery cock and lowered her onto him. The readied and lubricated interconnecting parts fit snuggly. Their nipples touched. Their heads moved pass each other. Spence's face was embedded in strawberry waves and his nose inhaled strawberry fragrants. 

Mai Mai and Joan stayed in a dual sideways hug with the partners, hands interclasped behind their backs. Their breath pulsed in the pairs ears. Spence tried to ripple his abdominals to get a genital stroke. He succeeded a little but not much. The four hugged together closely. Spence's efforts did jostle Ariel's breasts and their softness waltzed charmingly against his chest.

Mai Mai and Joan took up the reciprocation task, boosting their hands below Ariel's butt and moving her hips. Ariel locked her arms around Spence's neck, using the leverage to add motion, rippling her abdominals. The strokes were small but Spence was feeling the wet friction on his knob and shaft. He felt a different pressure timed with tiny grunts from Ariel. She was tightening and relaxing her vaginal muscles. Spence was getting more aroused.

Mai Mai monitored his facial expressions. When Spence contorted his jaw, Mai Mai whispered into Ariel's ear, coaxing her to slow and stop. Spence's blood cooled a bit and he breathed deep. Mai Mai signaled Ariel to recommence. When Spence closed in again, Mai Mai let Spence rise further before she directed Ariel to pause. On the third peak Spence groaned, shivered, his groin tingled and he relaxed with a whoosh of exhale.

Spence was a little disappointed; the orgasm was good but not great. He started to release his hold on Ariel but Joan touched his arm and shook her head. She hugged them together again. Mai Mai pecked Ariel's ear through her tresses and the climb began again, small strokes and clenches. Spence was still rock hard and his erection had not flagged an iota. He thought he had cum but now realized his nerves had orgasmed but his prostate had not discharged. Three builds and drawbacks later, Spence orgasmed again, harder, but still did not cum. The women were going to wear him to a frazzle.

"I can't survive another one of those. Please let me cum this time."

Ariel moaned her agreement as Mai Mai and Joan nodded. Spence felt them redouble their efforts. Ariel was giving her all, clenching tightly, letting Mai Mai and Joan add the small strokes. The sheen of perspiration was everywhere, temples dew-dropped and Ariel's damp boobs undulating on Spence's chest. Spence was cosseted in sensations. He listened to Ariel's breathing; it had quickened from her exertions and he worked to reflect its exact pace. 

Spence was granted his request to discharge. Enclosed in flesh by three women intent on his pleasure, his body aroused by multiple pre-ecstasy orgasms, he climbed to the heights, then climbed some more, and then even higher. Ultimately Spence's brain spasmed ever muscle, joint and bone in his body. He closed his eyes, fearing they would pop out. He groaned so loud Ariel winced from the blare. She added her own scream when she felt Spence clatter four shots against her cervix. Spence blacked out.

When Spence came to, he was wrapped in moist warm female flesh. The women still hugged him, front and both sides. The sun was setting. The instructor was standing over them on the darkening pool deck.

"Get him into the Jacuzzi so he doesn't cool too quickly. Then help him to his room and don't leave him until you're sure he's okay."

The women unraveled and dismounted, all but carrying Spence to a seat in the bubbly waters. They caressed him and swashed warm water over his head and shoulders. When he was more aware of his surroundings, they propped him on the deck and helped him shuffle to his room. They laid him face up in bed. Climbing in, Mai Mai and Joan each retained an arm, hugging it into their cleavage, heads lying on his shoulders. Ariel leaned over him, sweeping her hands from his neck to his knees, touching as much skin as possible, especially his intimate places. Spence fell asleep in their loving care watching Ariel's breasts stir as she swayed above him.

Spence woke at dawn, alone. He dressed and called for staff to escort him to checkout. He was due to depart. His booking at Total Woman Excursions was over, for now. 



Total Woman Excursions 09



The tables were loaded with a splendid Independence Day picnic: hamburgers, hot dogs, fried chicken, potato and pasta salads, cool drinks, ice cream and baked desserts. The guests chatted in the sun and shade around the pool deck. The weather was warm. The dress was casual and minimal. Bikinis predominated, from traditional to thongs. The biggest holiday picnic of the summer was in full swing at Total Woman Excursions resort.

Somerset, but everyone called him Somer, mingled with the other guests. The diversity of women covered the waterfront: buxom, trim, athletic, full-sized, petite, redhead, brunette, blond. Each was a host guide of the facility, formally assigned to a particular guest. Informally, everyone was consentingly available to everyone. Somer walked around, browsing.

Somer's formal host guide was Julie. Her high heels brought her almost to Somer's height. The straight haired blond wore a patterned pale green bikini. It tightly molded her buxom body. She held his arm occasionally, squeezing his bicep into her cleavage as she introduced him around to other host guides and their assigned guests.

Food and drink had the crowd in a jolly mood. The after lunch games began. Sack races, balloon bursting and Jell-O wrestling were the more popular games. Somer watched the sack races and thoroughly enjoyed seeing buxom women jumping along in their sacks, boobs bouncing, straining the challenged bikini tops. 

Somer participated in the water balloon toss, and then the water balloon bursting, hugging balloons with several different women. He found the less curvy women made superior competitors while the more full featured ones tended to lose the balloons in their cleavage, requiring more effort to burst the water containers.

Somer stood by as the Jell-O wrestling commenced. The women struggled for slippery holds and takedowns. Inevitably, the best grip involved the opponent's bikini, which all inevitably yielded to the breaking forces applied and were torn off the color splotched bodies. Somer enjoyed the view.

Somer got too close. An ankle was grabbed by each of the two current participants and he was drug into the melee. Slipping and sliding on the wet plastic arena, Somer was encompassed by Jell-O lubricated nude female bodies. He rolled around with them in the colored gelatin. Laughing, he copped numerous feels of boobs, butts and crotches.

Finally pinned down by the pair, one on each side, he voiced capitulation and delighted in the swaying montage of multi-colored beasts as the victors high-5'ed their success. Somer's hair, face and clothes were a motley mélange of Jell-O mess. His match-mates helped him to stand and walked him to the poolside shower. They removed his shorts and teeshirt and rinsed the Jell-O off Somer and themselves, applying far more sweeps and caresses than necessary to find latent gel in all the wrong places.

Squeaky clean, one woman squatted and grabbed his ankles. Somer leaned over to fend her off. The other woman took his wrists and together they carried Somer to the edge of the pool, swung him one..two..three and threw him nude and noisy in the cool water. 

Somer breached the surface to find his shower mates beside him in the pool. A little splash fight broke out. The activity attracted allies for the women. Several other host guides jumped in and Somer was surrounded. He sportingly surrendered. 

The women swan a circle around him at arm's length. Somer took hold of an ally and drew her in. It wasn't fair to wear a bikini when others were naked. He reached behind to draw apart the string ties at her neck and back. Grabbing the fabric at her cleavage, he pulled the top off and flung it on the pool deck. She turned to a shallow dive and porpoised her bottom. Siezing the moment, he seized her slippery bikini bottom and it came off in his hand as the mermaid escaped. The wad of cloth followed its other half on the pool deck. Somer decided to browse some more. 

Somer caught another circling swimmer and released her from her swimsuit. Two more followed. He had six mermaids slowly circling him like sharks hungry for dinner. Somer was getting hungry but not for dinner. He looked up and bikini-clad Julie watched his fun from the deck. He broke the circle and swam to the edge. Julie squatted on her high heels, cameltoe in Somer's face..

Julie peered down at him. "How's it going?

"Swimmingly" he joked.

"Find anything that pricks your fancy?"

Somer turned and saw six nude floating women smiling back.

"The brunette on the left and the blond in the middle have a certain appeal."

Julie nodded and stood. She walked away and Somer returned to the circle. They played some more, dunking heads and grabbing tits, butts and cock underwater. As each contestant tired, they left the group and climbed out. Somer remained with an Oriental black-haired woman and a freckled redhead. Somer and the women floated fatigued and drifted to the steps. Julie waited with a towel and dried Somer, then wrapped it around his waist. She led him to a poolside umbrella table, where the favored brunette and blond sat wearing their retrieved bikinis.

Somer chatted with his select group of host guides. Julie let it be known that Somer fancied his chat-mates and asked if the two women could arrange a swap with their guests. They said they would try. Somer excused himself and returned to his room to dress for dinner. That evening, the facility roasted a pig and the host guides and guests enjoyed a luau with topless hula dancers followed by aerial fireworks.

Somer and Julie strolled to Somer's bungalow. Inside, Julie tended to Somer; undressing him and relaxing him with a sensual massage. She laid him in bed and climbed in beside him. Julie stroked his cock and he lapped at her nipples between deep kisses. He was getting hard. Julie leaned down and lapped his knob, licking under and around the crown, before swallowing him deep. Somer was getting very hard. Julie moaned adding vibrations to the sensations. Somer held her head down on his cock and his deep rapid breaths preceded his own fireworks bursting deep in her throat.

Julie held his shaft half in her mouth and suckled, swallowing the sperm that remained on her tongue. Somer's mind swam in the post orgasm glow. Julie crawled up beside him. They lay quiet as Somer cooled down from his orgasm. They dozed.

Somer awoke to the mattress shifting. It was Julie getting up. She donned a sheer robe, translucent in the moonlight. Leaning in, she pecked Somer's lips and whispered 'Ready for your swap?" Somer just stared at her as she left the room. Before the door closed, a shadow slipped in. The shadow wore a similar translucent robe, had long blond hair and looked a lot like the 'mermaid' from the pool. The blond mounted the bed and leaned to kiss Somer. 

"I hope Julie enjoys my guest as much as I am going to enjoy you." 

She wrapped her arms around Somer's neck and planted a big kiss on his lips. She opened her robe and snuggled next to him. Her generous breasts molded his side and she placed a leg across his thighs. Her hand lay on his groin. Somer wrapped his arm around her body and palmed the top breast. He kneaded it like a water balloon, hard squeezes. Somer closed his eyes. The blond rubbed his cock. All of this was having the desired effect. Somer got hard.

The blond rolled and mounted up. Her robe billowed behind her as she arranged Somer properly and dropped down. She began her ride with long sweeping strokes, rolling her hips to drag the wedged crown along the length of her tube. Somer bounced his hips a few times as a signal to speed up but the blond placed a hand on his chest and maintained a steady pace. Somer relaxed back and surrendered to her control. In the moonlight he could see her face rapt in an expression of concentration and determination. The pace continued unhurried and unabated.

Somer heard the blond beginning to moan. The pace increased slightly. Somer felt a quickening of his own. The blond moaned louder. Somer tried again to buck his hips and this time she responded by increasing the pace. The strokes were shorter now, deep and short. His knob scraped the sides and his tip tickled her cervix. Somer was nearing his plunge into ecstasy. The blond was rasping through her open mouth. As one, they climaxed, the blond stopping with Somer as deep as he could go. Somer spouted into her womb, crying out.

The blond vibrated for a few moments, breathed out and fell forward to lie on Somer's torso. Her boobs splayed across his chest, squished between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lips buzzing his earlobe. Somer rubbed her back and ass, caressing her warmth. They lay quiet while Somer shrank and fell out of the blonde's cunt. They dozed that way. Somer awoke briefly as the blonde adjusted to lie at his side. Somer dozed off again.

The mattress shifted as the blonde got out and left. Shortly thereafter, Julie returned, shuffling and looking extremely disheveled. She crawled in and took the other blonde's place next to Somer. He was awake now.

"Was she good to you?" Julie asked.

"Very" he replied.

"I'm glad. You smell like 'fuck'. Let's get you cleaned up."

Julie drew a tub of water and helped Somer get in, leaning in from the outside, boobs dangling in the suds. Somer let her wash him thoroughly. She played with his prick but got no real response. Somer was exhausted. That was fine with Julie; she was sore from the workout the other blonde's guest had given her. She hadn't known some of those positions existed in human sexual activities. She had gotten a few new lessons in lovemaking. Someday, she would write a new chapter in the Total Woman Excursions Host Guide Manual.



Total Woman Excursions 10



Sirius, the Dog Star, progressed to its annual position closest to the sun and the orbs would rise together in the eastern sky for the next month. These were the sultry dog days of summer. It was perfect weather for a beach volleyball tournament at Total Woman Excursions.

The heaped sand was white to reflect the sunlight and soft to protect the players. The four duets of women were evenly matched to provide superb competition. The team uniforms were skimpy thongs to provide superb entertainment.

Somer was seated in the bleachers with his host guide Agnes. She wore the standard beach volleyball uniform. Hers was blue. The others teams wore orange, yellow and green. It was a round robin tournament, two losses and you're out. 'Out' meant you were the service staff for the winners after the match.

Agnes team had one win and one loss. Yellow and green were on the field, closing in on their end game. They had each reached 11 and now both sides teetered on defeat, holding back the two point win margin. Yellow served, green set and spiked, yellow saved and returned a lob. Green set again but badly, almost dropping. Expecting a spike, Yellow retreated too far back to save the ball that dribbled over the net. The Greens bumped their chests and high fived. 

The Yellows loped off the court to the bleachers. Two losses, they were 'out'; now servants to the others. A brunette Yellow sat down and wiped her brow with a towel. A chug of her Gatorade and a deep breath readied her for her duties. She stood and walked to Somer and Agnes.

"Anything I can get or do for you?"

Agnes said "No."

Somer said "How about a Dr Pepper and a blowjob?"

The Yellow brunette turned and walked down the bleachers to a cooler and returned with the soda. She opened and handed it to Somer who took a chug. Yellow started to squat down but Somer raised his hand.

"I was only kidding" he said.

Yellow shrugged and asked "Anything else then?"

Agnes shook her head and gently motioned her away. "You know she would have done you right here and now."

"I guess so but it's hot and pretty public."

Agnes laughed "Don't be so shy."

It was time for Blue and Green to play. Somer watched Agnes and the other Blue handily defeat the recently victorious Greens, now eliminated like the Yellows. That left Blue and Orange with one loss each. This would be the final match to determine the champion.

The ball sailed back and forth across the court. Several times a diving player would get a face and cleavage full of sand, which scratched inside the bra, irritating the competitor. On the final match points, one of the Oranges doffed her top to rid herself of the itchy nuisance but to no avail. Agnes and her Blue teammate spiked a hotshot and ended the game as tournament champions. Orange retrieved her top and was prepared to don it when Agnes taunted her "Forget it, loser. You'll have it off again soon enough."

Agnes and her Blue champion chum skipped over to Somer. Agnes introduced her teammate Audrey to Somer. They sat like bookends to Somer on the lowest bench with their bare feet on the ground. Agnes clapped her hands and said "Okay, losers, over here! Form a line!"

The Greens, Yellows and Oranges shuffled in front of Somer and his host guides. They stood with hands clasped behind their backs, boobs jutting out in tight bikini tops, except for the one Orange, who remained bare chested. Agnes invited Somer to inspect the offerings.

Somer rose to review this line of beauties. First were the Oranges, 1 and 2. Orange 1 stood topless. He slid his fingers over her firm top slopes, around underneath and checked their bouncability. Orange 2 had retained her top which seemed unfair to Somer. He stepped in front of Orange 2, reached behind her and unsnapped the bikini top. She shrugged it down her arms. His hands rose to her pert nipples, perkier from the exercise or maybe by the excitement of being handled by Somer. He flicked the nubs and she twitched at the feeling.

What was good for some was good for all. Somer moved to his right. Green 1 was next. The Greens and Yellows were shorter and chestier than the other teams, possibly explaining their slower play and somewhat unwieldy balance. Green 1 stoically awaited Somer's inspection. Her boobs sagged a bit when Somer removed their supports. The nipples were large, flat and red against her allover tan. Green 2 had firmer breasts with conical points. Yellow 1 waited impatiently for her turn and fidgeted rubbing her thighs together in anticipation. Somer noted the movements and choose to strip off her bottoms instead of the top. Her cunt lips were fleshy and he saw she also had an allover tan. His fingers slid undercover, along the rosy lips and found them soft and dewy, evidence of her arousal. 

Yellow 2 smiled as Somer fumbled with her clasp. She bumped his chest with hers when she reached back to help unfasten the problematic catch. Somer cupped her generous beauties. They were more than a hand full and he tested their weight with little bumps and bounces, sending ripples through the flesh.

Agnes coughed an 'ahem'. Somer looked back to where she patted the bench beside her, in between her and Audrey. Having completed his limited inspection, Somer returned to his assigned seat. Agnes and Audrey huddled in and, for the next few moments, Somer and the winning team strategized the services to be rendered by the losers. With nods of agreement, they sat up again and composed themselves into a stern line of judges, ready to mete out their justice. 

Yellow 1, the ready fellatrix, was beckoned forward. She squatted in front of Somer and removed his pants. She found her patron tumescent. She lapped and worked him to firmness. Setting his cock upright she spiked it into her mouth. 

Yellow 2 sat down between Somer and Audrey and the women began kissing and petting, lolling tongues in open mouths. Somer reached around to recapture Yellow 2's breast. He found it just as hefty and kneadable as a few minutes past. Somer felt a touch to his left and found Green 2's pointy nipple poking his bicep. He threw an arm around and twisted the far nipple, rolling it in his thumb and fingers. Green 2 moaned as he captured her lips with his. 

Orange 1 was kneeling before a bottomless Agnes carving her tongue along the victor's gash. Orange 2 was similarly kneeling at Audrey's front, tugging to remove Audrey's blue thong. Her efforts were helped when Audrey, continuing the tongue play with Yellow 2, lifted her butt to ease the release. Orange 2 dropped them to the sand, spread Audrey's thighs and dove in.

Orange 2 and Green 1 stood by, awaiting any opening in the action to assist or substitute for a player in this new post tournament round robin. Yellow 2 paused and leaned up, Somer's hand still gripping her breast. Seeing Audrey's face unencumbered, Green 1 leaned over Orange 1, who continued to lap at Audrey's groin, and smooched Audrey's face. Yellow 2 covered Somer's hand with her own, looking at him and demonstrating the fierce clutch she wanted from him. He complied with her guidance and squeezed hard. She moaned and nodded. Somer was unable to separately control the force of his hands and the other pitched hard on Green 2's nipple, getting a squeak but no resistance from his left hand partner.

Green 1 saw Yellow 1 lean back from Somer's cock, needing a few quick breathes. She pushed Yellow 1 aside and gobbled Somer's prick deep, employing long strokes and swallows at the bottom. Yellow 1 looked left and right, searching for her next opening. Everyone was engaged, so she squatted and waited.

During the matchups, the players rotated positions, trying different roles, expanding their versatility and displaying their abilities. Towards the end, Somer was leaning back into a cradle of big boobs, had each hand full of compressed chest meat and his face full of lips and tongue as the current kisser rode his cock and mashed her tits into his chest. That was the round that finally defeated Somer's stamina and he took his best shot, crying into the kissing mouth as he served his essence into her warm, spongy channel.

Agnes and Audrey watched the finale from aside, having received their trophy orgasms just before they had released their service mates to Somer's needs. Green 1 and 2 were liplocked on the bench beyond Somer. The Oranges and Yellows were untangling themselves from the scrum pile that trapped Somer. Ignoring the Greens, Agnes dismissed the others to resume their resort host guide duties elsewhere. She hugged Somer's arm and guided him back to his room. Showering with him, she cleaned him up before they relaxed in his room.

Agnes stayed the night. She was truly attentive to Somer's needs, providing all of her body for his pleasure. Somer ended the night with a sunrise doggy style fuck pumping into Agnes from behind as she bent over the edge of bed. It seemed a fit ending to a sultry Total Woman Excursions Dog Day.



Total Woman Excursions 11



The afternoon weather was still balmy but Labor Day marked the end of summer, if not astronomically, well then socially. The duties of school and career beckoned vacationers back to work. Somer sat across from Stephanie at the wooden table. They picked their way through the last of this summer's picnics: hamburgers, hotdogs, chicken, macaroni and potato salads, watermelon, beer and wine. They had spent the dayn games and other light festivities.

"So, Somer, where are you off to after this?"

"I have to return to the manufacturing facility that my family owns. We make car parts. What will you do?"

"I have another week of fun here and then off to teach school."

"School? Where?"

"I am a guest lecturer at the Total Woman Academy. We train candidates to use their utmost skills and abilities to live a life full of intelligence, beauty and pose. Our graduates become very prosperous in their careers and society roles. Some graduates you have met. Many of the host guides here at Total Woman Excursions are graduates. Of course, I am a graduate myself."

"It must be a very enlightened institution. What do you teach there?"

"My specialty is poise. Our candidates gain intelligence by earning real degrees from distance learning universities. Although beauty is only skin deep, it can be bolstered and illuminated by diet, exercise and grooming. 

"But it is poise that sets our graduates apart from all others. Poise is the runway model's strides and poses. It's the self-confidence of proper manners. It's the engagement of all the student's capacities to make another person feel wanted and appreciated. Sensuous capabilities are not ignored. Many of the mental and physical exercises at the Academy were developed to free the student's mind from unfounded social inhibitions."

Somer smiled "And you're the expert?"

"One of them."

"What are the classes like?"

"Freshmen learn touch sensuality, sophomores study enhanced vaginal sex and juniors acquire mastery of oral sex. Seniors continually tweak their looks and performances to discover their highest potential before graduation. You seem intrigued by the concept. How big is your curiosity? I need to practice up my repertoire before opening day at the Academy. Do you want to be my practice dummy?"

"Will it hurt?"

"No one has complained yet."

Somer smiled and nodded. They finished their food as the sun started to set. Stephanie led Somer back to her resort suite. She seated him in the main bedroom. She closed the door when she entered the separate dressing room. Somer was left to look around while Stephanie changed into her teaching uniform. There were some chairs and a low message table beside a padded floor area. A gleaming bathroom adjoined the main room.

Stephanie came out of the dressing room topless wearing just a thong and high heels. Her makeup was perfect, as always. She came close as he stood to meet her. She posed square on, statuesque, hands on hips.

"This is the standard daily uniform for Academy freshmen. The freshmen candidates find near nudity dispels secrets and encourages them to get their bodies into their healthiest form. The classmates support each other to attain their best tone and trim. They study sensual anatomy and learn the location of the body's erogenous points. Let's get you undressed and I'll show you the 'touch game'."

Stephanie helped Somer disrobe and hung his clothes in the closet, telling him that he wouldn't need them the rest of the night. She sat Somer on a plain stool in the middle of the room, blindfolded him and explained the rules.

"Sit quiet. I will try to touch one of your sensual points before you know I'm there. If you sense my proximate presence, point at where you think I am."

For the next dozen minutes, Stephanie stalked the sightless Somer and touched a point on his body. He detected about half of her approaches and pointed at her. She stopped, retreated and slinked forward again, from a different angle. When he didn't catch her approach, she found some unusual sensory locations. In addition to the obvious groin, nipples and lips, Stephanie stealthily contacted his earlobes, tip of nose, hairs on his neck and inner elbows and knees. Somer was becoming excited by the thrill of the contest. 

Stephanie took Somer to the massage table and lay him face down. She kneaded his back, arms and legs, ending the backside portion with a toe crunching foot massage. Turning him face up, she placed a scented cloth over his eyes. Her scalp massage was gentle and sent reflexive nerve sensations to Somer's stirring cock. She worked his arms, chest and legs, saving his groin for last. Before going for the main target, Stephanie spent some time on Somer's nipples, demonstrating that man's nipples could be just as sensitive as a female's. 

It was time for the main event. Stephanie cupped her palm beneath the engorged rod pointing at Somer's navel, using her thumb pad to circle the soft area under the V of the rim. Somer got very hard. Stephanie switched to an overhand grip and swept down the shaft with one hand until it cleared off the base of Somer's scrotum. As it left the sac, the other hand engaged the knob and swept in the same motion, alternated again with the first. Somer felt like he was entering a never ending flesh tunnel. His brain was persuaded that he was infinitely long. She changed to piston strokes with one hand. She slowly brushed along the shaft, gripping tighter and tighter in small increments after every third stroke.

Somer felt a throbbing in his temple, chest, feet and hands. His eyes covered, Stephanie judged his exhilaration by his breath sound and the tempo of the clenching-unclenching of his grips on the table sides. Somer's breaths and moans grew louder and closer together until there was no break in between. He roared out and shot four big cum ropes across his abdomen to pool in the hollow of his chest and form a line down to his bellybutton. Stephanie held his vibrating erection in one hand as it sputtered to an end and began to relax and shrink. The other hand removed his eye cover and he blinked even though the lights were very soft. Stephanie retrieved warm moist towels to clean and dry him.

He reached out to cup her magnificent bare boob. She gently took his hand and guided him in caressing her tit the way she liked. After a bit, she placed his hand back on the table side.

"Patience, my darling, the night is young but we are not as young as we once were. Let's rest a while."

The room was aglow with moonlight. It was after midnight. Somer opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above the round bed. They were taking that rest that Stephanie had recommended. She stirred next to him, his arm cradled in her cleavage as she lay on her side. Somer glanced over and found her looking back at him. She smiled.

"Are you ready to help me tune-up on the next level: sophomore vaginal exercises? I need to practice muscle contraction and control."

Somer nodded. Stephanie laid her hand over his semi-erection. She smoothed caresses along its length until it responded properly. When she had its full attention, she raised herself and straddled his hips. She placed Somer's hands on her breasts, encouraging him to pinch her nipples and grip her spongy globes whole handed.

When Somer was sufficiently involved on her chest, she reached between them and stood his cock up, angling it for entry. Stephanie lowered herself, putting the first half inside her. She stroked up and down, up and down, lowering herself a little more each time until he was fully seated. Her hips and ass moved like a piston, a steady rhythm along his entire shaft. She kept the going pace for a long time. Somer felt his tip bump her cervix each stroke.

Then Somer stopped kneading her tits, his eyes closed and his breath quickened. Stephanie knew it was time to change the tempo. She paused at the bottom of the next stroke, adjusted her hips and began a front to back movement along the lines of his legs. His knob was drug along the walls of her tunnel, caressing her G spot. Somer found the experience awesome. She kept going and going; her stamina was amazing.

Stephanie needed to move to the third stage of the vaginal procedure before Somer popped off. She settled down deep and halted. Somer opened his eyes and his breathing slowed. Stephanie locked Somer in a stare. Somer felt a tremor on the base of his cock, then one midshaft and then another on the knob rim. After a pause, he felt the ripple again, and then again. Stephanie was contracting her vagina muscle rings in sequence to milk his cock. 

Somer was spellbound. He resumed squeezing Stephanie's boobs in time with her contractions. His breathing quickened again. Stephanie noted the panting and decided to conclude this exercise. She grimaced and moaned, panting loud as she bore down in time with the breaths, using all her considerable cunt strength. Somer's titillation rose higher and higher. He cried out as he splashed his cum deep inside Stephanie. She felt the discharge and let herself go as well, crying out her own ecstasy. When their body vibrations wound down, she lay on his chest, pressing her manhandled boobs into Somer's chest.

Dawn broke its pale light across the room. The sleeping sexed out pair spooned with Somer's groin tight against Stephanie's ass and one hand enclosing her tit. As Somer awoke, he smelled the scent of her hair. Strawberries. Stephanie pushed back and rolled Somer onto his back, propping herself on an elbow, a finger brushing his flaccid cock..

"Now it's junior curriculum time: oral sex. You look tired. I'll take it from here on. You just lay back and enjoy." 

Somer was not one to protest, so he put his hands behind the pillow and looked down to where Stephanie was focusing her attention. She swept back the covers.

Stephanie relocated to kneel between Somer's spread thighs. His meat was still soft. She laid it pointing north and licked along the exposed underside from scrotum to tip. She returned to the base and repeated the lick. After a dozen laps, he was semi-hard. That was enough to commence kissing the tip and pushing her hollowed lips over the knob. Her stiffened tongue tapped on his tip. She went lower, drawing more in. Her tongue lashed the sides of the crown, all the way around. The rough texture of her tongue on the sensitive rim edge got Somer even harder. 

He was now erect enough for her to take it all in. She slid down in one stroke until the tip met the opening to her throat. She dawdled there and then returned to the top. The next probe passed her tonsils and lodged the knob in her throat. She swallowed, the action requiring her to suck firmly. 

Stephanie looked up and monitored his expressions. Somer was open mouthed, eyes blinking and moans sounding. Stephanie maintained her gaze on him. She increased the pace, then decreased the pace, shortened the strokes then lengthened them, all the while controlling the level of Somer's excitement and appraising its intensity by the contortions of his face. She held him just below the ultimate pleasure mark, keeping him plateaued but not letting him peak. It went on and on. 

But nothing can last forever. Somer's face was flush; his breathing strained. Stephanie did not want him to suffer harm. She paused, an invitation for Somer to look down. Somer bumped his hips against her jaw, begging her with his eyes to resume. She nodded accord with her own eyes. Taking a deep breath, she plunged him all the way in, shifting her head side to side, rubbing her tongue on his shaft, tapping his knob to the sides of her throat. Somer exploded, gushing cum straight into her stomach. His hands beat the mattress as he bellowed. Stephanie swallowed fast and furious, drinking him. Somer's panting slowed down and Stephanie felt the erection diminish in her mouth. She held him as long as she could, kept him warm and moist. When she finally let him out, she quickly covered him with the bedcovers to avoid any inclement temperature shock. Sitting up, she scanned his face for signs of discomfort but there were none. She watched him fall asleep.

Somer woke to the sound of running water. Stephanie strode topless out of the bathroom, clothed in her freshman standard uniform, thong and heels. Her hair and makeup were freshened. Her statuesque body with its generous breasts shone in the morning light.

"Well, that's the basic poise curriculum, though each senior is encouraged to find her best combination of talents. What do you think?"

"Fantastic! I don't want this to end."

"Maybe it won't have to. You have shown amazing stamina. The Academy has something called Freewill Weekends where selected gentlemen are given access so consenting senior candidates. It's an opportunity for the senior candidates to experience authentic male contact and a chance to practice variations of their skills. You will need an extensive background check for any past indiscretions and, of course, there are financial contributions. Would you like me to pass along your name?"

Somer couldn't believe his ears. Stephanie had just asked him to let consenting young women practice their skills on him. He wanted to holler 'HELL, YES' but she had said 'selected gentlemen', so instead he said "Yes, please."

"Good. Come on; let me show you another freshman level skill: sensual bathing."

Somer tripped into the bathroom and Stephanie helped him into a tub of warm bubble bath. After that, she demonstrated how a TWA candidate should clean her man, sensually and thoroughly. And thus, Somer experienced the joys available at Total Woman Excursions: techniques borrowed from the curriculum of the Total Woman Academy. 



Total Woman Excursions 12



The Total Woman Excursions beachside was pure white sand, lapped by leisurely waves of the clear blue sea. The scarab speed boat was anchored offshore. Somer was accompanied by his three host guides of the resort: Julie, Agnes and Stephanie. The topless snorkelers plunged the coral depths in search of aquatic flora and fauna.

There were many to behold. The reef glimmered with neon colors and exotic shapes. Large and small fish circled, crisscrossed and skittered around them. Somer floated inert among the displays. At times, one of the host guides waggled her chest as she swam by below him. He was at peace. 

An hour later, he was climbing the back of the scarab speed boat. His three wet snorkel-mates were already aboard and drying themselves with towels and sunshine. The sun was descending. When Somer was aboard, they revved up and coasted towards the dock. 

The topless crew brought her in and tied her up. The resort staff had delivered a catered dinner to the dockside. The rear deck of the boat became the dining room. The guest and his host guide crew supped on a seafood feast with champagne and wine. The meal was accompanied by laughter and gests, everyone in a jolly mood. Finally the talk turned to plans for the evening. There were no illusions or doubts that tonight Somer was going to be fucked within an inch of his natural life. It wasn't if or whether, it was how and when. The women wanted to know what Somer required and in what manner he required it.

Somer contemplated his time with Julie and the picnic games. She had been thoughtfully aware of his desire for another companion besides herself and readily made the necessary arrangements. Her blowjob had been very good. The swap she had arranged with the other blonde host guide was truly wonderful. But Somer remembered how Julie looked a bit roughed up when returning from her round with the blonde's assigned guest. Somer wondered if he could get some more out of her by that route.

Somer remembered the group sex with the losers of Agnes and her team-mate Audrey's beach volleyball tournament. The winning Agnes and Audrey y had watched him frolic with the losers and had each received their own orgasmic trophies. The night was wonderful and the positions extensive. What more could Agnes provide in personal services?

Last, but certainly never least, was buxom Stephanie. She was a loner in this group. Her strong body had wrenched cum out of Somer three different ways. He had some performance anxiety about keeping up with her marathon sessions but craved using her body again for his pleasure.

Somer shared these thoughts with the group and they openly discussed the ways and means to achieve the culmination of his visit to the resort. At last, plans were laid, leaving certain details to the creativity of the host guides. The women went ashore to make arrangements and gather resources. Somer retired to the cabin, lay on the bunk, with the waves swaying the moored boat as he dozed in a twilight rest. 

Somer awoke when the cabin hatch opened and the moonlight streamed past a topless Stephanie. She was wearing her swim thong and heels. Her boobs danced as she stooped through the hatch, reaching back to latch it and walked to the bed. Somer became more alert as she knelt and swept off his swim shorts. She rose again and laid her breasts across his groin, straddling his soft cock in her hanging cleavage. The rocking motion of the boat began the friction but Stephanie was not lax in adding her own efforts. 

Somer put his hands under his pillow and adjusted his head to a comfortable watching point of view. Stephanie paused occasionally to lick his lengthening length, adding saliva as lubrication. Somer liked the feel of her nipples grazing the skin between his legs and groin. Her stiff nubs disclosed that she liked it too. 

Stephanie placed her hands either side of her soft flesh and captured Somer's now stiff shaft in a warm skin tunnel. Her strokes lengthened. She pecked at the tip but as he grew, she gave full kisses and then took the available knob past her lips. Her oral and boob contact with Somer's tool got his motor running. 

Stephanie rose up and released his shaft from her cleavage, angled the rod up and put her mouth down, as far down as she could. She paused at bottom, made swallowing contractions on his tip and slowly drew back up. She swept her hair aside and looked at his face. Somer's mouth was open, not so much in surprise, as in awe. Stephanie smiled around the meat in her mouth. Her tongue tip painted the tube, little fluttering strokes. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and pushed down all the way again. Her throat swallowed the tip and her tongue rubbed the shaft. Somer leaned his head back and moaned. Where Stephanie's cunt had been tight and undulating, this orifice with its sucking and swallowing was even better.

Stephanie held the shaft deep, not stroking, just using her oral muscles as she had her cunt muscles to milk Somer's cum out. He wasn't giving in yet; he wanted to see how long he could last under her expert slurping. Somer admired her efforts but wanted the sensations to last. But alas, he couldn't hold out. Somer popped his cork deep in Stephanie's throat. She felt the flow and backed off to capture it in her mouth, tongue wagging beneath the rim and crown. Somer wanted to blame it on the all-day stimulation of topless snorkeling and dining. But he knew that Stephanie was so accomplished at her task that he had no chance of withstanding her onslaught.

Somer's breathing settled down. He had his first cum of the evening behind him. Stephanie rose, tilted back and swallowed, forgoing a kiss and left by the hatchway.

Somer lay quiet. The boat rolled a bit as Stephanie disembarked and his next session boarded. A naked Agnes entered the cabin. She was followed by a nude Audrey.

"I hope you don't mind. Audrey wanted to come along and experience some of what she saw you do on the beach volleyball bleachers that day. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, sure. How are you, Audrey?"

"Hot and horny."

"Well, forgive me but I seem to have some residue from my last session. I need to clean up a little."

"I'll do it" said Agnes. She grabbed a towel and started dabbing Somer's groin. Audrey climbed on the bunk and planted an open mouth kiss on Somer's lips. Their tongues intermingled. Her boobs dangled. He hefted them and palmed the globes.

Agnes took Somer in hand and slowly stroked his meat but it was slow to respond, too soon after Stephanie's magnificent boob and blowjob. Audrey lay beside Somer and rubbed his chest, pinching and flicking his nipples. Agnes crawled to the other side, maintaining tactile contact with his cock. Time would tell and there was all night if needed. They encouraged Somer to lay back and relax and listen. He closed his eyes. The waves lapped the hull, the women breathed and cooed and Somer felt his tension soften and his cock harden. 

Audrey noted as much and climbed aboard. Agnes tilted the stiff cock up and helped rub the knob against Audrey's cunt lips. Audrey pushed down and embedded Somer in her moist warmth. She set a moderate pace. Somer lay still and let the women work. Agnes, still lying beside Somer, took over nipple massage for Audrey, stroking Somer's chest and nipples, biting his earlobe, tonguing the inner ear and nuzzling his neck. Somer was doubly assailed by the two able and willing lovers. And despite his previous magnificent session with Stephanie, he was approaching another orgasm. He contorted his face and sounded off as he came. This time, he shot out his own essence without feeling like it was being sucked from him. But the effort pushed his limits of strength and the orgasm banged his brain in its intensity. 

Audrey slowed the strokes and settled on his hips, bracing her arms on his abdomen. Agnes watched Somer's face until his grimace relaxed, then nodded to Audrey. She dismounted. Agnes used the towel to dab and dry Somer's groin. Audrey and Agnes each kissed Somer deeply before departing. The boat rolled dockside as the pair disembarked.

Somer lay recovering. He expected Julie to arrive as the pair left but any delay was welcome; he needed a little time to regain his strength. Finally he felt the boat rock and knew someone was coming aboard. He waited for the hatch to open but instead there was a knock. 

"Come hither" he almost giggled. There was no response. Again, there was a knock.

"Come in" he said. No response except for another knock. Irritated, Somer jumped out of the bunk and marched to the hatchway, slapping it open. He strode on deck to find three women. The two on opposite ends were dressed in scanty pirate wench costumes. The bloused tops almost, but not quite, covered their nipples on their bulbous breasts while ragged skirts barely covered their nethers. They were barefoot. The black triangular hats and eye patches were an amusing although clichéd dash.

Between them knelt a tousled looking Julie, head hung down with her long hair massed on the deck. One pirate wench held a rope tied around Julie's neck. Julie, like her handlers, was barefoot. Her lacy top was torn open and her breasts hung out. Her hands were tied with the ruptured remains of her bra. She was blindfolded with one bandanna and gagged with another.

"Beggin' yur pardon, sir, but we took this noble gal off a captured merchantman sailing out of Kingstown. We got the cargo of gold and thought to sell this lassy to a whorehouse for a little more. But she's full a' trouble, gov'ner, tried to escape twice and we can't get her ta' behave. Can ya' help us?" 

Somer was tired, yes, but this 'scene' made his cock twitch. He was ready to play again. He motioned for the pirate wenches to remove the captive's gag. Free from the gag, Julie shook her head and wiggled her jaw but remained head looking down.

"What's your name, whore?"

"Julie. Lady Julie of Cunnysex. And I protest this treatment."

"Protest away, Whore Julie. It's time you accepted your situation and learned the ropes. Like the sisal ropes around your neck and the semen ropes you'll soon be spouting out of my cock."

The pirate wenches replaced her gag. Julie felt Somer tug on her sisal leash and struggled to stand. It was difficult with her hands fastened behind her back; her pirate scene-mates pulled her up by her arms. Her free breasts jostled. The pair turned to leave.

"Bye, sweetie, have fun!" they giggled and skipped across the gangplank to shore. Julie threw a gagged but smiling pucker kiss towards the retreating sounds then returned to face forward. 

Somer put a couple fingers under the blindfold bandanna and yanked it off. Julie's terrified muffled yelp was priceless. His cock twitched again. He fondled her left breast, digging inside the torn blouse to squeeze it, pushing the shreds aside with his wrist. He switched leash hands and fondled the other. Somer held the leash in his teeth. There were still a few buttons fastened near her waist. He grabbed the panels and torn down and aside completely exposing her bobbing boobs. The tattered fabric draped the outsides of her globes. Hands tied behind, she offered no resistance, and probably wouldn't have anyway. This was Somer's 'scene', the one he had conjectured about at dinner.

Somer took her nipples and pinched hard. Julie yelped again at the real discomfort. Somer almost apologized but silently resolved instead to be gentler. Somer spun her around by her shoulders and pulled the blouse remnants down her arms. He found the skirt closure at the back waist and popped it open. Buttons formed a line down from there and he ripped them apart, dropping the garment to the deck. Her toned ass cheeks and thighs flexed adorably as she struggled to maintain balance. He spun her back and her boobs bobbed and settled. 

Taking up the leash once more, he led her onto the foredeck of the speedboat. He made her kneel again, putting her forehead on the deck and liftingher ass high. He dropped his shorts and knelt behind her. By now his cock had twitched itself to hardness. He positioned himself behind her, lined up and thrust. Julie grunted through the gag. Somer held her bra-wrapped wrists as handles as he thrust again and again, reveling in the friction. He may have been tired before but he found new vigor from the feeling of control over the 'captive'. His long deep strokes became short shallow strokes as he neared his peak. At the last moment, he pulled out, rolled Julie sideways and came on her face. Julie closed her eyes as the four shots painted her cheeks, nose and forehead.

"There's your first lesson in 'the ropes'" he laughed.

Still gagged, Julie simply looked at him. Somer dipped a bucket over the side and poured it over Julie's face, washing away the spunk. She rolled on her back, boobs flopping, adjusting her arms to the side so she wouldn't lie directly on her bound wrists. Her wet matted hair and wet body held a moonlight sheen. Somer sat next to her, twisting nipples, clutching boobs and fingering cunt lips. As he played, his cock began to grow again. Julie could see it. She made a grunt and eye bobbed to her gag. Somer took it off her. 

Julie whined "Please, sir, I know how to behave now. If you let go my restraints, I'll show you."

Somer pretended to doubt that and hesitated, then shrugged and untied her wrists. Julie sat up and rubbed her wrists, threw the broken bra and shredded clothing remnants overboard. She loosed the sisal rope from her neck but Somer stopped her hand.

"That one stays." he said. He tightened it back but not too tight and let the loose lead hang.

She leaned in and kissed Somer, holding his head against hers. Her hand furtively touched his cock and when he didn't resist, she gently rubbed it. Somer's hand cupped her breast as he thumbed her nipple, flicking the nub. 

Still holding Somer in a kiss, Julie leaned back and lay on the deck, drawing Somer into the cradle of her spread thighs. This time, Somer was more considerate, positioning his body to support his weight on hands and knees above Julie's welcoming body. And welcome she did, easing his erection into her juicy cunt, the interlocking parts finding their best fit. Somer's knob scoured the crenelated passage as he moved in and out, in and out. Julie rolled her hips, timing the rhythm to the strokes, brushing the rim over her G-spot. 

Somer heard Julie breath faster. As her breathing deepened and she moaned, Somer felt the tingling begin in him. The pair panted louder and louder as they stroked. They reached their joint crescendo and surfed the wave of orgasm. Somer crashed his sperm into Julie's vagina. The sensual high went on and on, each body vibrating in the other body's arms.

Somer regained his senses lying on top and inside Julie. She rubbed his back but otherwise didn't move. He pecked her lips. He was shrinking but slowly. 

"Well, Lady Julie, I don't think you're going back to the pirates. I'm keeping you for myself. You will be my captive from now on."

"Okay, Somer, but really, I have to stay here at the Total Woman Excursions resort after you check out tomorrow." She bumped her groin against his. "But until then you can keep me captive. Let's go below. You can tie me to your bunk just in case I try to escape."

"Deal" said Somer, rising and helping Julie up before leading her leashed nudity below for more of her ongoing 'captivity'. 



Total Woman Excursions 13



"Pull" The clay pigeon sailed forth on its arced journey down the Total Woman Excursions resort skeet range. Blam! The 12 gauge shotgun pounded Fallston's shoulder. The target disc burst into a spray of pieces as the lead pellets followed and found their mark. He was two for three this round!

"Not bad, not bad at all. But not as good as me" said Oksana. Her blond hair and blue eyes bespoke her Scandinavian heritage. Her 3-3 marksmanship bespoke her hunter instincts. Olivia, the Mediterranean brunette, and Opal, the black haired Oriental, stood behind the firing line watching the contest.

"Okay, Oksana, you win this time. I'm usually better when I'm in the field, whe I'm really hunting. I always bring home the meat."

"I'll bet you do" snickered Oksana. Olivia and Opal giggled.

"You don't believe me?"

"Everyone talks big. Prove it."

Fallston said "Well, we can't hunt here! The Total Woman Excursions resort is also a nature preserve. What did you have in mind?"

The women huddled and whispered. Oksana turned back to Fallston as Olivia and Opal hurried off. 

"We will let you hunt us in the woods with a paintball gun. If you hit us, you get a reward. But we get a head start. Then we'll escape and evade within a limited area. How's that sound? Are you up for the challenge?"

Fallston agreed as Olivia and Opal returned. They carried a game bag and paint rifle for Fallston. They had changed into camouflaged shorts and teeshirts. The rest of their exposed skin was mottled with grease paint stripes and splats: green, brown and umber. They gave a similar outfit to Oksana who shrugged off her shooting vest, stripped down and redonned the camo running outfit. The other women helped her with her grease paint body makeup. 

The women trotted across the skeet field and into the woods. Fallston counted to 100 and trotted after them. At the edge of the woods, he paused to catch his breath and listen. A light wind rustled the drying seasonal vegetation. Off to his left he heard faint footfalls, regularly crunching the leaves underfoot. He crept in that direction. There was movement. Olivia was walking away, not aware of Fallston's approach. He slowly raised his weapon and took aim for a body shot.

"HEY" Fallston called. Olivia turned towards his shout. He squeezed the trigger and a single paintball splatted at the center of her torso, just below her pendulous breasts. She yipped and clutched at the neon yellow stain on her shirt.

"Gotcha!" Recovering from her surprise, Olivia stood stoically, arms down, face neutral, as Fallston ran up to claim his reward. Olivia was shorter than the others, round in all the right places. Fallston walked around her, examining his first catch. He shouldered his rifle and, from behind, lifted the hem of the camo teeshirt and pulled it over her head. Her brown curls covered her shoulders and the top part of her back. He told her to gather her hair atop her head. When she lifted her tresses, Fallston caught a rear view of her boobs as they showed sidewinder past the edge of her ribcage. 

"Turn around"

Olivia rotated 180 and Fallston got his first real view of her magnificent breasts. They were round and firm with large dark disks against lightly tanned skin. It only seemed sporting that he should make use of the body part closest to his hit. 

"Lie down for a boobjob."

Olivia let her hair fall. "Of course, your choice is my command but check the game bag, please. We gave you some things to make the rewards more rewarding."

Fallston dug in the bag and found, among the other contents, a solar blanket and a tube of lubricant. He spread the silvery Mylar on the forest floor. Olivia knelt on it and worked Fallston's shorts down. He knelt on the blanket in front of her. Using the lubricant, he liberally oiled up her tits, spending time massaging the jellied masses while Olivia treated his growing erection to similar moves and preparations. When Fallston was hard and long, she lay down and pulled him forward to straddle her abdomen. Fallston held his cock against her breastbone as she handled the orbs by the sides and pressed her flesh around his meat. 

Olivia swaged her boobs fore and aft as Fallston thrust his hips to get some friction going. His knob retreated deep into the oiled tunnel, and then poked out, bumping its tip against Olivia's chin. Olivia tilted her head up slightly and licked the tip whenever it came in reach of her tongue. 

Fallston was getting excited. Olivia noted his sights and sounds and pressed her boobs tighter. Fallston pinched her wobbling nipples. Olivia moaned. Fallston was ready. He blew his load over her face and neck, adding white cum lines to her camo style 'makeup'. He grimaced and slowed. Olivia lay patiently, awaiting his cool-down and dismount. He backed off and stood. Olivia helped Fallston don his shorts. She folded the solar blanket and put it with the lubricant back in the game bag. They heard a shout from atop a low rise a short distance away.

Oksana and Opal were waving. "Well, that looked nice. Got anything left for us? Come on. Catch us if you can." They jogged over the tree crowned crest and out of sight. 

Fallston shouldered the game bag. He turned to Olivia, kissed her, gave her a good natured slap on the butt, and then started out after his next quarry. Olivia carried her paint stained teeshirt in hand as she moved back towards the skeet area. Her sheen covered tits bobbed, bouncing gently as she picked her way across the uneven ground. 

Fallston crested the hillock and looked around. Two rustled paths in the leaves diverged to the left and right. The prey had split up to better evade their predator. Fallston chose the left track and stalked confidently along the spoor. The tree cover was old growth, a tall canopy and open range around the big trunks. The trail petered out. He stopped to listen. The wind rattled clinging dried leaves in the trees. But there was another sound, heavy breathing. He peered around 360 but saw no trace of a camouflaged woman. Overhead he heard a grunt, looked up and ducked as a body fell to earth on top of him, knocking him down. Regaining his feet, he saw a small camo covered figure with long black hair in a ponytail running away. He pulled the rifle up and popped a hipshot towards the diminishing target. Bingo! A lucky hit. The top of the black ponytail turned neon yellow as the paintball caught Opal in the back of the head. The surprise set her off balance and she tumbled to the ground. 

Fallston ran up as Opal was sitting up, rubbing her head. "Are you hurt?" he asked.

"No, not really, just a bruised ego." 

Fallston stood over her letting her recover as he contemplated his reward. Opal looked up.

"Well, I've decided one rule is that I get a reward from the body part closest my hit. That would involve your head, so a blowjob it will be. And you're already in a perfect posture to proceed. Let's go."

Opal thought a little more arranging was in order. She pushed Fallston back against a large tree and he sat in the crook of the disseminating roots. Opal kneeled before him and yanked his shorts off. She dove on his semi-erection, sucking hard like a straw, trying to slurp out cum. Fallston felt his cock stretch from the vacuum pull and then inflate to stay at that length. He got fatter, filling the little Oriental woman's mouth with his raw meat. Opal bobbed her head, sliding half the shaft out. Only three quarters of his new longer length would fit. She worked that top portion for all she was worth.

Fallston put his hands on her head to slow and guide her but she pushed his hands away and continued sucking hard. Fallston let her go, leaning back and letting the quick blowjob happen. He wasn't sure how Opal was doing but he was doing great, really great. He felt his eruption coming on and forced himself to relax and go with the flow. And flow he did. Gobs and gobs of cum flowed into Opal's eager mouth. His whole body felt the pins and needles from the orgasm and he stayed high in a post-orgasmic tingle. 

Opal continued to suck and swallow but less forcefully. She yielded the vacuum slowly until her open mouth let his shrunken meat slide over her chin and droop down. Fallston sat dazed, drained of energy and liquid. He never thought he could cum that hard that quickly after the previous session.

Opal gathered his pants and helped the exhausted hunter redress. She asked the tired looking Fallston if he was okay to continue. He crawled to a stand, shouldered his game bag and rifle and said he was. Opal winked and pointed behind him. There stood Oksana. Fallston gave Opal a quick pat on the butt to send her off. When he turned back, Oksana was already jogging off into the distance. Fallston took off after her. One more quarry too bag.

He was able to keep Oksana in sight as they maneuvered around tree trucks and patches of low shrubs. She was following a well-used path and the travelling was easy. Oksana turned left and started to scramble up a leafy embankment. Fallston reached the point where she had turned. She was not getting away very fast, slowed by the slippery ascent. He took aim and shot her in the ass, neon yellow splashing across her rear end. She stopped climbing and butt slid back down the slope, smearing a yellow streak of paint behind her.

"I have a rule that says I get to use the body part closest to my hit. Nice ass but I'm not into boys. We're going to fuck, but it will be doggy. And not here; let's find a better place." Oksana furtively looked right and left, wanting to escape and continue the pursuit. Fallston recognized the signs and grabbed her arm. He dug into the game bag and brought out a rope. He roughly spun her around and tied her wrists behind her back. He trailed the rope between her legs and pulled it out the front. Taking the lead he headed back towards the skeet range. Oksana silently followed along, careful to keep the rough rope loose so it didn't brush burn her clit.

A winter storm had toppled a large tree at the edge of the clearing. Fallston dug out the solar blanket, laid it over the horizontal log and then laid Oksana over that, facing the clearing. He rummaged out a folding knife. Gripping the paint splattered waistband, he sliced it on both sides of her hips and pulled it off, throwing it into the clearing in front of her. He gripped her shirt and sliced the back and shoulders. Grabbing the ponytail near her scalp, he hauled her up and raked the teeshirt tatters from under her chest. She grunted but didn't protest. While he held her elevated off the log by her hair, he reached under and grabbed a boob, squeezing whole hand then pinching hard on the nipple. That got a loud cry from Oksana. But the treatment suited Oksana. She was a predator herself and covertly desired this rough domination by the hunter. Her cunt flowed with excitement.

Olivia and Opal were across the field, waiting at the skeet shooting pavilion. They had seen the sun flash when Fallston had draped the log with the silver blanket.. they were amused when the flash of yellow fluttered into the field showing that Oksana had lost her shorts. The outcry was a bit disconcerting. They sauntered across the field to investigate.

By now, Fallston had his shorts down about his ankles. He was hard from the coarse preparations. He lined up and entered Oksana's cunt from the rear. It was heavenly: soft, warm, juicy and tight. He took her rope shackles in hand and braced with them as he levered in and out. Oksana's half lidded eyes saw Opal and Olivia coming towards them. Fearing they would interrupt her coveted rough episode, she caught their eye and surreptitiously shook her head in a little 'No'. They saw her signal and stopped, standing by at a courteous distance. 

Fallston had his eyes closed as he hammered his meat into Oksana. He concentrated on the friction and sensations all along his cock. He could hear his own grunts mixed with Oksana's. He felt her shake as he pounded. The sense of conquest had his blood in a fever. As his ardor built, he yanked her arms back, catching her with his arms clutched around her body. He drew her back against his chest, pulling on handfuls of hand trapped tit flesh. Oksana cried out again. Fallston felt his cock throb from the sound.

In the foreground, Olivia and Opal held vigil but did not interfere. Olivia had her own sense of submission and bit her knuckle in awe of Fallston's use of Oksana. Opal just stared, transfixed by the power of the scene.

Fallston panted and sweated. He was reaching the end. It crept up on him. His diaphragm toiled mightily, trying to push the shout of victory out his constricted throat. His prostate was crushed by the effort to expel sperm where there was little sperm left to expel. Fallston arched back rigid and his body vibrated. He shot his load into her as Oksana melted in the sexual heat, limply enfolded in Fallston's arms. Her head drooped. Both bodies fell forward to rest on the felled tree.

Olivia and Opal crept forward and helped tenderly unwind the tangled paramours. They lay Fallston back and helped Oksana to sit next to him. When the hunter and his last prey had resumed full consciousness, they all stumbled back to the resort lodge to shower and rest from their trials of being pursued and captured by the most ferocious predator on earth: a sexually aroused human male.



Total Woman Excursions 14



Thanksgiving Day was proclaimed to commemorate the sacrifice and friendship of the Pilgrims and the Indians. Today it commemorates feasting and football. Fallston was on the sidelines of the annual Total Woman Excursions lingerie football game. Most of the host guides were on the field. In the past, touch or flag football on a 40 yard shortened field was the norm. But as the rivalry grew over the years, it escalated to tackle. There had been so many fouls called that the staff finally gave up and let them play rough.

The uniforms, from bottom to top, were sneakers, knee sox, knee pads, thong panties, midriff tee-shirts over light shoulder pads and helmets. Bras were optional depending on the will of the player. Most precluded them as too confining and not titillating enough for the spectators who voted for the game's MVP: Most Voluptuous Player.

Though only the third quarter, Fallston already had a couple candidates for his MVP vote. White Team's center was suitably weighty for that position; at least her breasts were suitably weighty. The Black Team's tight end was lithe and her breasts shook tantalizingly as she blocked or ran to receive a pass. Fallston wanted to throw her his own kind of pass to see if tight end was a true title. The White quarterback had amazing abs that rippled when she threw the ball. A drawback to the vista was the amount of dirt and grime that covered the bodacious athletes' sweaty bodies. 

The score was even. The Blacks had the ball on the 15 yard line of the Whites. Black's quarterback tucked the ball and ran left, straight into White's guard. Bam! Both players fell in a tumble and the ball popped out. A scrum broke out to recover the fumble. The inevitable clothes tugging led to the inevitable clothes tearing. Shreds of cloth flew through the air as players ripped, rolled and scrambled for the ball. When the pile of bodies was unleveraged, White's safety held the ball high. 

On the next play, the players, now wearing even less than before, gave one last ditch effort to win the game. White's quarterback ran right in a sideline sweep, both teams in support and pursuit. They ran right at, and over, the sideline and Fallston. The heap of bodies rolled to a stop as the whistle blew. Tie score, end of game. Fallston lay with a face full of bare boobs, White's center on top of him. Another's softness cuddled his groin. He felt bodies shifting and rubbing as the pile unpiled. Black's tight end gave him a hand up.

"Good game, good sport" she laughed as she slapped his butt. Her swing jiggled her soiled bare tits. Several players were in a heated discussion. Someone shoved someone; there was more shoving and hair grabbing broke out. The remaining intact teeshirts didn't remain intact much longer. Cooler heads intervened and pulled the combatants apart. The sides separated and headed to the locker room.

Fallston's host guide Noreen, the White team's safety who had recovered the fumble, jogged over. Her teeshirt was torn down the front. One boob poked through the gap as the other tit matched its twin's bounce, but 'modestly' covered. Noreen unclipped the chin strap and doffed her helmet. Her dark red wavy hair cascaded around her shoulders and down her back. Her green eyes twinkled about the same as her smile.

"Did you see me recover the fumble? How did you like the game?"

"Yeah, and other than that final play, I loved it." Fallston's slacks and sweater were covered in dirt, his face smeared with mud.

Noreen hugged his arm. "Come on. You need a shower too. Let's not waste water." She led Fallston to the locker room. The women athletes were in various stages of dress, mostly undress. They put away sneakers, pads and thongs in gym bags. The remains of tee-shirts hit the trashcans. Helmets were shelved. With towels over shoulders, the women trooped to the already vaporous group shower. 

Noreen stripped and stowed her uniform and gear. Fallston saved Noreen's torn teeshirt from the trash and kept it as a souvenir. She undressed Fallston and telephoned staff to bring him fresh clothes. 

"So, who gets your Most Voluptuous Player vote?"

He cupped both her breasts and said "You."

"That's sweet but it would look biased. I'm your host guide. Any of the others catch your eye?"

"A couple but I haven't decided yet."

"It's an important decision. Only one woman each year gets the title and the bragging rights. You should considerate your vote carefully. Let's go re-examine the candidates." Noreen led Fallston to the group shower. 

Fallston stepped into a bevy of beauties: wet, soapy, athletically toned and trim beauties. The hot water steamed the room but he could clearly see everything he wanted or needed to see. However, first impressions could be deceiving. Further inspection was warranted.

"Ladies, Fallston says he hasn't decided on MVP. Does anyone want to help make up his mind?"

Every hand went up to a chorus of "Yeah, me...I'm ready...Over here..." Wetter and cleaner, with helmets and uniforms off, Fallston couldn't distinguish the individual players. He said so. Noreen had a solution.

"Everybody line up in their team positions. Whites get on this side; Blacks come over here. No more fighting. Game's over. Be good sports while Fallston makes his choice."

The host guides shuffled into their team lineups. Fallston started in the backfield of White. The running back was a tall black woman. Her musculature rippled under her ebony skin. He walked around her looking up and down, trailing a palm on her ass and abdomen like he was rounding a marble column in a gallery. She flexed the muscles beneath his hand, showing off her tone. He nodded to her bright smile and moved on.

White's quarterback stood behind the heavy center. The center was crouched over in her stance. Fallston pushed the QB aside and took her place. He crouched and reached between the center's splayed legs. He rubbed her cunt lips with his fingers. They were slick with her excitement. Fallston squatted deeper and reached further, cupping her hanging globes, remembering his face full of contact with the treasures. They were pendulous, still weighty but somewhat firm. He pinched the nipples. The center groaned. Fallston stood and slapped her butt, moving on. 

Fallston rounded the line to the Black side. The tight end held his gaze as he cupped and bounced her boobs. The globes were firm and the nipples danced as he patted them up and down. He thumbed her nubs. His hands descended to her crotch. His long finger entered her and she clamped down on it, forcing him to pull hard to remove it. Fallston discovered that the position matched the condition; she truly was a tight end.

And so it went, each player examined. Fallston mentally eliminated some as he toured the room. It was a difficult decision but he finally made up his mind. He whispered his choice to Noreen. She announced the decision and there were congratulations all around. The women helped Fallston finish his shower. The staff had brought clean attire for Fallston.

After a hearty supper, Noreen and he departed for Fallston's suite. The day had been long and rigorous so they retired early. Noreen stroked his inner legs as her mouth stroked his growing erection. When he was ready, she rolled him into her cradling hips and they made near-endless missionary love until Fallston fell asleep in the saddle. 

The room was dark when he woke alone in bed. His eyes adjusted to the minimal light. Someone was lounging in the stuffed chair across the bedroom. She rose and approached the bed, climbing in. Her face came close to his and she held his gaze with her big brown eyes before kissing him. Her kiss was warm and gentle. She lingered. Her bonnet of brunette hair dangled around his cheeks and forehead, tickling him, teasing him.

"I wanted to thank you properly for awarding me the MVP."

Fallston reached under and pushed his middle finger into her. She clamped it tightly, again demonstrating her claim to be a true tight end. He probed for her G spot and excited it. She gave a small gasp and smiled widely. They kissed some more.

Her hand found his prick, already starting to grow with anticipation. She lightly stroked its length with a flesh ring made of thumb and index finger. They kissed again. She broke off and rose to sitting, leaned in and kissed the tip of his erection. It was now fully grown.

Sitting astraddle his hips, she ran her slickened cunt lips along his rod, transferring lubrication to him. Adjusting her position, she centered her core on the tip and leveraged it up. Holding his gaze in the dimness, she pushed down, taking him in with little stutter strokes. 

She began a slow tempo, quickened it, and then slowed it again. She made long strokes. Her firm breasts, so little sag, vibrated and rippled. Her shoulder length hair swayed. Her nipples danced to the beat of the music played by their interconnected groins. Her tube snugly sheathed his cock. She knew that was her best feature and employed it generously in gratitude to his choice of her.

When Fallston moaned, she knew to slow a little and allow him to cool a bit. Then she quickened the pace, reheating his brain, his face becoming flush. Over and over she led him up and let him down, but never quite as far down as before. He was climbing the staircase of happiness, two steps up and one step back. The top of the stairs was a long way from the bottom but Fallston was approaching that top landing. He was breathing hard, as if he was really climbing a long stairway. She was also getting high on the sensations and sought to conclude the event. On the next high, she plunged down and clamped hard, pressuring his cock with all of her strength. Fallston topped the last step and hosed his semen into her tightness. He groaned, moaned and blew out his cry of ecstasy. She matched his volume with her own announcement of pleasure.

When the waves of sensations passed, she carefully dismounted but lay over him, trapping his dwindling meat between their groins. Her hair fanned across his face. Her hugs poked her nipples into his. They lay quiet except for little caresses: earlobes, shoulders, back. He palmed and massaged her ass. She stirred, raising off and getting out of bed. She left the room. Fallston was alone again in bed. Noreen returned to lie at his side and keep him company through the remainder of the night. 

Lying in a relaxed afterglow, Fallston's thoughts turned to the future. Today was Black Friday, the biggest shopping day of the year, the kickoff of the merchant favorable Xmas shopping season. He mentally ticked off the friends and relatives he needed presents for. He hoped that Total Woman Excursions had a limo and a host guide to act as personal shopper who could accompany him to the Mall.



Total Woman Excursions 15



Santa Clauses rang their bells at the entrances. Green and red dominated the décor within the atrium of the two story shopping mall. Holiday 'musak' competed with the buzzing babble of the shoppers. It was the holiday rush to meet self-imposed expectations of happiness which could only be satisfied by conspicuous consumption. 

Fallston strolled the storefronts with Debra, his Total Woman Excursions host guide and personal shopper. Debra had helped many guests with this annual burden and understood the mental and emotional stress involved. She was well connected with the mall merchants' managers and sales staff. Debra knew where the very best goods and services could be found. She also knew where the very best in very personal services could be found. That was her particular specialty.

The shopping partners had found many of the presents Fallston needed for his co-workers and family, even some gag gifts for his buddies. Their chauffeur had hauled a few arm loads back to the parked limousine. As they passed a department store cosmetics counter, Fallston noticed the group of makeup saleswomen mingling with the passing customers, extolling their products and offering samples of scents and colors. Three of the saleswomen excitedly waved at them.

"Hi, Debra! How's it going? We haven't seen you around lately. Have you been keeping yourself busy?"

Debra gave the trio bijou cheek kisses. "I've been fine. Haven't seen you helping at the resort socials lately either. How's your sales volume this year? Have you got any new products that I should be aware of?"

"Oh, yes. We have a new line of lipsticks that have natural ingredients guaranteed to please your special man's special place." They giggled and glanced at Debra's guest.

"Ladies, this is Fallston. He's my guest this week. New products, huh; how about a demonstration? He might be an interested buyer."

"Okay, but not out here. Let's move to the office in the back."

They grabbed a couple of sample cases and led Debra and Fallston past the dressing rooms to the office area. They entered the room marked 'Store Manager'. 

"He's off sick today. We can settle in here. We won't be disturbed." 

The three saleswomen opened the sample cases and helped each other apply fresh makeup. They selected three widely different colors of lipstick and took time thickly coating their lips. There was Fire Engine Red on the redhead, Sultry Pink on the brunette and Gothic Black on the saleswoman with short spiky black hair. 

They settled Fallston in the boss's desk chair, Debra at his side, her hand on his shoulder. Fire Engine Red was first. She leaned in and softly kissed Fallston. He tasted cherry with a slight tingle of camphor. Red backed up, unzipped his fly and extracted his soft cock. She kneeled in front and placed her lips over half the knob. Fallston felt the camphor prickle the delicate skin. Red used her tongue to swab the entire crown surface. She spread the natural ingredients all over his knob. Fallston gave a start when the tip of her tongue picked at the slit on the end. Debra's reassuring hand squeezed his shoulder and he resettled in his seat. Red held his knob in her mouth as she looked up into his eyes. Fallston nodded approval. Red released him and he saw the smudge ring of red just below the rim of his crown.

Sultry Pink followed Red. She passionately kissed Fallston; letting him taste the watermelon flavored gloss on her lips. Fallston again felt the tang of camphor. Then Pink knelt to take Red's place to continue the demonstration. Pink angled his erection up, opened wide, descended and closed her lips only at midshaft. Her tongue washed around the top and sides. Pink puckered her lips, squeezing the meat tube in her mouth. She let Fallston feel her tongue tip paint his sensitive underside skin. Tilting her head but not letting any of him out of her mouth, she smiled around a mouth full of cock. Fallston also gave her his nod of approval. She opened wide and backed off, leaving her pink smudge ring at half-staff.

Fallston waited. Debra inquired "You okay, sweetie? Need a break? No? Okay, now just relax as Black brings it home. She's legendary around the Goth Clubs. You'll see what I mean in a minute."

Just before Black kissed Fallston, he saw the pockmarks on ears and eyebrows where her temporarily missing body piercings had been. Her lips tasted of anise but the natural stimulation ingredient was peppery and intense, almost a burn. When she backed off, she smiled a mischievous smile.

Black held his erection in her whole hand, tilting it left and right, examining it closely. Satisfied at what she found, she opened up and plunged down, bumping his tip against the entrance to her throat. She paused and pushed more, swallowed and let the knob pass by her tonsils. Her lips circled the very base of Fallston cock. Her bristly black bangs tickled his navel. Fallston felt the pepper sting the skin of his scrotum as her tainted saliva trickled over it. He jumped to get up and, this time, no reassuring hand was going to hold him back. He levered his hips up with his hands braced on the chair arms and his heels braced hard on the floor. Black didn't budge from her complete embedment of his erection. She slipped her arms under his elevated ass to hug his groin tighter to her face. Fallston watched and anxiously waited for Black to take a breath. She outlasted him. Fallston cried out, not from ecstasy or pleasure but from fear and discomfort. That was her signal and she opened and extracted herself, sitting back and smiling her mischievous smile.

Before Debra tucked Fallston's cock into his pants, she pointed to the black ring at the base. She said "Black won. At the clubs, she always wins. She's a legend." Fallston had experienced the 'legend'. He would happily forgo any sequels. 

Fallston followed Debra along the second floor walkway. He gazed over the railing at the cleavage displayed by the female shoppers strolling below. Debra entered a famous international lingerie shop. The saleswomen mingled with the ordinary customers, endorsing the piles of colorful panties, lacy pushup bras and scented lotions. The saleswomen wore racy red and green bedroom costumes, acting as their own living mannequins displaying the goods. They recommended the comfortable styles to shy husbands as a romantic alternative to the store's other, more fetish-styled fashions. Debra took Fallston to the showroom area where those more fetish-styled fashions were on display. She signaled to a saleswoman for assistance.

The fetish fashion knockout brunette was attired, from bottom to top, in spiked black heels, holdup dark stockings, lacy thong, supple black leather bustier and a velvet collar with a silver ring sewn into the front at her throat. Her makeup was perfect: cherry red lips and smoky eyelid shadows over her star blue eyes. Her full wavy hair fell over her shoulders in cascades that reached her mid back. She was the definition of voluptuous: large pushed up cleavage, fine rounded hips and lithe arms ending in manicured nails. Fallston recognized her as the celebrity model on all the lingerie store's advertisements.

Fallston stared until Debra coughed an 'ahem' that got Fallston and the model's attention.

"Debra! How are you? You look great! Where have you been for so long? Are you here on business or personal shopping? Personal I hope. You look fantastic in this stuff."

"You look marvelous, too. I'm here this time on business. This is Fallston and I am his personal shopper today. He needs something for his special lady in the real world. What have you got?"

"Everything a woman needs and a man desires. Tell me Fallston, what your favorite fantasy?"

Fallston shrugged.

"Don't know? Well, let's model a few to see what you like. I'm too 'rigged out' right now to change easily. Let's get someone to help us." 

The model trailed two fingers across Fallston abdomen as she looked up in passing. She returned with a scantily clad blonde saleswoman from the 'plain vanilla' side in tow. She positioned her in front of Fallston.

"This is our normal package: colored thong panties and pushup foam bra with lace edging. Either piece comes as mix and match, colors and sizes. This is the full cup but there is also the half cup and a no-cup frame only style." She whispered to the blond who disappeared into the dressing rooms. They made small talk until she returned. 

"Now she's wearing our haute culture variation. The half cup barely covers the center of her nipples. See how the upper areolas peek over the top? Check the thong. It shows a snug cameltoe. Go ahead, feel it."

The model moved Fallston hand to the blonde's cunt and his fingers found moisture where the panty crotch was split. 

"This little outfit is ideal for those times when you can't wait or don't want to wait. You can fuck without undressing. It comes highly recommended for underneath wedding gowns, great for the limo ride to the reception." 

The model whispered again to the blonde who disappeared for a time and then returned in a very short hip rider plaid skirt and a midriff tied white sleeveless blouse. She had rearranged her hair in two side ponytails. She wore no bra, her dark disks plainly visible through the stretched translucent white cotton. 

Fallston felt his blood pressure rise and his face go flush. He had just gotten three uncompleted blowjobs and this fetish lingerie show. Without a pause, he grabbed the blonde's hand and skipped with her quickly to the dressing rooms, pulled her inside one and locked the door. Neither said nor needed to say a word. The blonde placed one foot on the bench seat, parting her thighs in invitation. Fallston flipped up the front of the short plaid skirt and almost swore when he saw the thong panty guarding her cunt. This was one of those times when he couldn't wait and didn't want to wait. 

Fallston fingered the narrow strap and found that luck favored him. The blonde still wore the split crotch thong and he felt lots of slippery moisture on his fingers. Fallston unzipped and pulled his full erection through his fly. He slithered his erection through the thong gap and into her fleshy tunnel. The blonde circled her arms around his neck as he crushed her cotton covered boobs to his chest. She caught his lips with hers and probed her tongue deep into his mouth, exploring its depth and sides, brushing his gums and teeth.

Fallston popped his hips, burying the shaft as far as possible, stopped by his pubic bone banging into hers. He banged that bone again and again, getting an 'oh..oh..oh..' from the blonde each time he mashed it. He released her tongue and bit her earlobe, smelling the lingering merchandise scents in her hair. But his cum refused to linger. He roared out his orgasm, splashing his sperm inside her. She hugged him tight as she peaked with him, almost breaking his neck with her frantic hug.

They leaned on each other. Finally, Fallston pulled his half stiff cock out of her warm, wet cunt. She assisted him by tucking his sticky cock to his pants. They smoothed down their clothes. Unlocking the door they nonchalantly walked back to the showroom floor, lightly holding hands. Debra and the model were chatting but stopped when the pair appeared.

Fallston said "I'll take it. Please gift wrap it to go."

"No problem, but, of course, you mean the clothing. The saleswoman has to stay and finish her shift."

The model motioned the blonde back to the contemporary sales floor. The blonde slid her hand off his, brushing her finger tips across his palm. As she sashayed between the clothes racks, she looked back over her shoulder, eyes half lidded, and blew a pucker kiss. She trailed a new scent of musk which should induce gullible husbands to make unintentional purchases in the 'plain vanilla' sales area.

Debra said to the model "Okay, well, bye, sweetie. See you again soon?"

"It's never soon enough. Okay, bye for now."

Debra led Fallston to the limousine, now loaded with his Xmas gifts. They returned to the Total Woman Excursions resort.



Total Woman Excursions 16



It was New Year's Eve. Dinner was served to the guests in the Total Woman Excursions resort main dining room. It was fine food and drink. The guests lazed in the main lounge, the fireplace dancing twinkles across the walls and ceiling, dispelling the growing cold outside. The mood was merry, in keeping with season. Debra lowered her wine goblet to her chin and looked seriously at Fallston.

"You seemed very satisfied exiting that dressing room at the lingerie store. I think you like the kinky stuff."

"After three pseudo blowjobs and the lingerie show, hell, yes, I was so ready for that. I usually maintain control but I couldn't wait. Yeah, I liked it."

Debra smiled across the rim of her glass. "I'm glad."

Time passed, the fireplace logs reduced themselves to a bed of glowing embers. Guests sporadically departed the lounge for their suites and treats. Debra led Fallston back to his suite. At the door she stopped and addressed him again. 

"You said you liked the kinky stuff, right?" Fallston nodded. She opened the door wide and said "Okay, then...behold the night." 

Fallston was stunned by the panorama before him. In the middle of the room, not far from the bed, was a rectangular upright wooden frame. Attached to the corners with cuffs at wrist and ankles was a blindfolded brunette wearing spiked black heels, holdup dark stockings, lacy thong and supple black leather corset. A velvet collar with silver ring sewn into the front encircled her throat. A fine silver chain with its own silver leash ring hung suspended to her knees between her fully exposed breasts. Her hair was gathered into a loose bun on the back of her head. Fallston recognized the international lingerie store's top advertising model: his saleswoman from the lingerie store today at the mall.

Debra chuckled at his surprised expression. She turned and walked to the center of the room.

Debra's heels clicked on the floor as she strode behind the bound woman. She hauled back and swung her arm. CRACK! Her hand left a pink mark on the model's exposed butt cheek. The model's yell was muffled by the black cloth that gagged her.

"So, you shameless whore, you prance around all day in your slutty attire, teasing virtuous men to distraction. Fallston, what should we do with this scoffer of decent communal morality?"

Fallston stood just inside the doorway, mouth still open, speechless. Debra invited him to talk, giving him frantic hand gestures to join the conversation. He said not a word. Debra shrugged, came around the contraption and walked up beside him. Facing away from the model, she put her face close to his ear and whispered.

"While you took her sales partner into the dressing room to fuck, we talked. She was awed by the way you confidently took charge and greedily addressed your needs. This high class model likes the kinky stuff too, the rougher the better. She asked if you were available and I said I'd set it up. She has been suspended here a few hours now waiting for you. I hope you don't mind the little ruse. She's my friend, so please don't hurt her, well not too much anyway. Go ahead and have some fun!"

Debra pecked his cheek and left, closing the door. He heard the lock click; there was no chance of being disturbed. Left alone with the model, Fallston recovered his composure and walked forward to stand in front of the suspended brunette. Walking behind, he saw the spank splotch on her ass cheek. In front again he cupped her cunt. She was wearing the lingerie store's special split black thong. He took the opportunity to fold the parts outside her cunt lips, freeing her vagina from any obstructing cover. His fingers got wet from her moisture. He undid her hair and wiped his fingers with the tresses, flipping the mane behind her to keep her big round boobs uncovered.

He rattled the chains at her wrists and found they were really locked, not looped play-style. It was the same with the ankle restraints. On his way back up, he licked and kissed high inside her spread thighs. The skin was soft and pliable above the stocking bands. Her thighs would feel good rubbing along the outside of his hips when he buried himself in their saddle. He could smell her arousal. He stripped his clothes off quickly. His discarded garments flew around the room. 

His cock was stiff and bobbed at horizontal. He stepped near her front. His erection slapped happily up against her cunt lips. She moaned. He licked one nipple, then the other. Then he bit it. The model replied with a muffled yell. He bit the other. She repeated her reply. He squatted down and examined her pussy lips again. The split thong was damp. Fallston found scissors on a side table. He snipped the thongs waist band and tore off the moist tattered scrap of silk. He fingered her pink lips and found them wet and oily, ready to go. 

Standing at her front, he held her hips as he dipped his own, aimed himself and speared her in one long stroke. The bound model emitted a long, low moan. Fallston felt a throb rippling from her sheath to his pole. Leaning back, Fallston initiated the subsequent strokes. The model's boobs waggled, her breathe panted and she squeaked as she peaked, that quick. Fallston stopped. He started again. She peaked quickly, again. Fallston dropped out and backed off. She was too hot and bothered by the bondage; she couldn't even wait a respectable time for him to catch up.

He walked behind her. He cupped the ass cheeks, bouncing their softness in his hands. He hauled back and cracked the cheek not smacked by Debra. Now the pink splotches were symmetrical. He returned to her front. Enough! She had cum twice; he had barely started. 

Fallston unlocked the model's ankle and wrist restraints. He removed her gag. He helped her off the frame; her legs trembled from the extended stretch. She tumbled and fell against him. He caught her around the waist, the other hand on a boob. He kneaded the globe. Damn, it felt so good. Her head lolled back, face upward. He captured her lips for a wet open mouth kiss, pushing his tongue as far back in her mouth as he could. She automatically sucked on it. 

Reaching up, he tore off the blindfold, getting reacquainted from earlier today with the star blue eyes surrounded by the smoky makeup. Her eyes fluttered open as she saw soft light and came more to her wits.

Fallston retained a grip on her tit and half carried the model as she tried to walk to the bed. She was limp from the strain of the suspension and her dual orgasm. He threw her out on her back. Her boobs jostled, her arms splayed wide and her thighs fell apart. He ran his hands up those soft inner thighs; the skin warm and soft, begging to caress his outer thighs. He sawed a finger through the waiting pink slit. It was his turn now.

Fallston mounted up, using one hand to position his erection. Bracing on knees and elbows he re-entered the fetish clad model. It was heavenly. She broke out of her daze and held the back of his head, cuddling him into her neck, making whispered cooing sounds. Fallston set a pace that was meant to prolong the action. They were long, slow strokes; strokes that went deep and dug his rim along her slippery ridged vaginal walls. The model rocked her hips in time with his; her welcoming inner thighs rubbed his legs. Her cushiony breasts rolled under his chest. 

Fallston kept his wits about him. When he felt his excitement rising too high, he stopped, kissing her face and playing tongue tag until he cooled and was ready to start again. She continued to have intermittent peaks. During each one, Fallston would stop and hug her body tight to his own until her vibrations ended. The hours went on and on.

Fallston was finally ready. He pushed as far as he could go and held himself deep inside. The model rocked and rolled under him, her expert movements brushing her cervix over his knob, stimulating his tip slit. Fallston panted, panted louder, panted still louder and then thundered out his orgasmic call. The model rocked and rolled beneath him, milking his cock, extracting the volleys of sperm into her pulsing womb. 

Fallston collapsed on top of her. She caressed his neck, shoulders and back. When his breathing was again slow and regular, she rolled him over, tossed her stiletto heels on the floor and then pulled the bedcovers over them both. Fallston fastened her cuffs to the headboard. He spooned into her back and positioned his flaccid cock into the valley of her butt while he palmed a boob. Just before he fell asleep, Fallston heard a clock chime 12 times; midnight passed and it was New Year's Day.

During the night, Fallston stirred awake with his cock still ensconced in the model's ass crack and a hand full of plump, firm tit. As the model awoke, he rolled her on her back and straddled her chest. Her hands were still locked to the headboard. He grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly raised her head, jamming an extra pillow underneath it to tilt her face towards their next point of contact.

Laying his stiff prick between her warm tits, he used his own hands to compress her boob flesh around his cock. He shoved forward, bounced his tip against her chin, then drew back until the knob disappeared inside the crevasse of her cleavage. Many thrusts later and just as he spewed his sperm on her face, he seized her nipples and pinched. She cried out and some of his discharge fell into her open mouth. He collapsed sideways afterwards and reassumed their spooning posture as he fell back asleep.

Dawn broke with Fallston alone in bed. He was pleased to see the model reappear from the bathroom, cleansed, hair re-coiffed and perfect makeup reapplied. She retrieved her heels and sat on the side of the bed, preparing to leave. Fallston grabbed the ring on the thin silver leash still attached to her velvet collar. Pulling her face to his, he kissed her.

"Where do you think you're going? I wouldn't consider myself a gentleman if I didn't feed my lady breakfast in the morning. Put your heels on."

The model bent over to fasten the straps, swaying boobs hanging. Fallston cupped the near one and played with its meaty weight. He clamped down, crushing the flesh. The model's star blue eyes, shrouded by her loose hair, glanced sideways at him, her mouth a silent, prolonged 'ooh'. He got out of bed, not wanting to release the leash or the tit. But he did release the tit as he donned a bathrobe and slippers. He retained the leash throughout. Unlocking the suite door, he jerked the leash.

"Come along. The dining room is this way." 

With her trailing on the silver leash, Fallston led the international lingerie store's top advertising model, topless, pantyless, dressed in her fetish costume, down the hallway, across the courtyard and into the Total Woman Excursions dining room. A couple of other gentlemen guests and their escorts were scattered about the large dining room. Fallston hardly noticed their presence as he marveled at the perfect magnificence seated across the table as she dined on a Continental breakfast. 

After topping off his coffee cup one last time, Fallston said "I told you I wouldn't consider myself a gentleman if I didn't feed my lady breakfast in the morning."

Fallston took hold of the silver leash and pulled the model beneath the table. He flicked open his robe. She didn't hesitate. Her hands caressed his thighs as she lapped and sucked his cock, letting it grow and fill her mouth. Fallston reached under the table and tousled her tresses, sometimes guiding her pace and depth, otherwise taking a complaisant role. She worked hard and finally got her second morning meal, letting his cum flow across her tongue and down her gullet. She held him inside and sucked hard to remove any latent sperm still trapped in the tube.

The model crawled out as he stood. His robe hung open; he hugged her breasts to his bare chest. His flaccid cock poked at her groin. He took a deep lingering kiss from her, then dropped the loose silver leash in her upturned palm, dismissing her with a resounding full swing smack on her bare ass as she turned to leave. He watched as the model jiggled meekly across the dining room, the smack mark blush merging with the others on her ass cheeks. 

The sound of the ass smack drew the attention of another guest who stared at the model as she approached his table near the door. From the front, the sides of her round rear-end could be seen oscillating behind her and her full, soft, liquidly breasts jostled gently above her corset with every step of her stilettoes. As she sashayed forward to pass beside his table, he reached out a hand and brushed it on her bare lower abdomen and let it slide down over her shaved cunt. The model halted. She glanced questioningly at the gentleman's seated host guide who was wearing a thin, translucent lounging robe. The host guide smirked and nodded.

The model stood still and silent. She relaxed her arms and let the silver lead clatter to the floor. The glittering leash bisected her bare breasts and swung across her vulva. Her eyes half hid beneath her bangs gazed downward. The gentleman rose and slowly circumnavigated her. He knowingly inspected the reddened marks on her derriere. He walked to face her front. He grabbed the leash and wound the chain tight around his fist until he was clasping the part of the chain near her collar. He drew her neck up and pushed his tongue between her lips for a mouth-watering kiss. She sucked it automatically. His other hand simultaneously cupped, squeezed and then crushed her tit. He released the tit mass only to pinch and twist the swollen nipple nub. The model's eyes winced closed but otherwise, she did nothing to resist. 

The gentleman's hardening cock began to protrude through the front of his loose robe. He slackened the length of chain between his grip and her collar. He walked behind the model and, seizing her wrists, drew back her hands and clasped her bracelets behind her. She felt his elongating cock brush her fingertips and playfully gave soft caresses to the hardening knob and shaft. As she fondled his shaft, the gentleman leaned forward next to her ear.

"Well....you ARE a HORNY wench, aren't you? So you like the rough stuff?" The model didn't flinch at the coarse questions, just stood there calmly waiting for the gentleman's next move. The gentleman moved around to face her again and buried his tongue in her upturned mouth for another deep kiss. She automatically sucked on it again. He kept his face close to hers as he growled:

"I am taking you to my room. We're going to play some games that will fire my lust and cool my cravings." He turned away not wanting or needing a reply.

The gentleman marched towards the dining room door, taking up the slack in the leash as he yanked his captive playmate behind him, anxious to get started. As the gentleman paused to open the door, the model looked back at Fallston and blew a quick pucker kiss, signifying her thorough satisfaction with Fallston's great rough fucking. She was jerked forward, staggered in her stiletto heels but recovered her balance. She controlled a faint smile. She could already feel the faint tingle register in her clitoris as she was hauled down the hallway to her next adventure at the hands of this stern new paramour.

Fallston saw the gentleman's host guide rise and sauntered towards his table. He eyed her unfettered tinted nipples stirring gently under the fluttering translucent garment. She stood next to him as she said "Mind if I sit down?"

Fallston motioned to the empty seat at the table. The host guide grinned and eased her trim toned ass onto his lap. She leaned in and circled an arm around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. Fallston instinctively furrowed a hand inside her robe. Her breast was warm, soft and pliable. His thumb circled her shaded nipple until the nub grew. His thumb and index finger gave it a pinch and roll.

The host guide mewed. She whispered in Fallston's ear "Well, it looks as though we have been left to our own devices. My name is Janice. We can continue things here but I know of a great museum nearby with a statuary display unlike anything you've ever experienced. Let's go get a cultural treat."

Fallston contentedly nodded and turned his gaze out the nearby sliding glass doors. Fallen snowflakes sparkled on the pool deck and manicured hedges. The calendar had turned, making Total Woman Excursions resort into a new Winter Wonderland again.