0 comments/ 14057 views/ 0 favorites Friday Night By: dooders "2 more shots of Tequila" I bark at the bartender. It's a good night at Scobies, everyone's in a good mood, no bullshit, just plain old fun. I do the shots and head to the pool table to kick some ass, but first make a pit stop at the jukebox to play my jams. It's been a rough week, high stress, works a bitch, and I need to blow off some steam. I can dance and drink and run the pool table and all is good! Losers buy up, so I am getting free drinks left and right, getting my buzz on and feeling like I am King of the fucking world. All is well until some hoe starts tripping and giving me attitude and I have to regulate a bitch. Maybe it was a few too many shots, maybe I had a rougher week than I had thought...but she needs an ass whooping and I am about to deliver one. Words start flying and girlfriend gets bold and gets in my face, so I have to sit a bitch down, it isn't my fault she lands on her face. Before you know it Alameda's finest arrive, but I make my way out of the drama and sneak my ass outside. "Didn't I tell you to stay out of trouble?," I hear from behind me. I turn around and see it's this cop who I've been jocking for a few months. "Hey what's up?" I say innocently, but he ain't smiling. "What the fuck you doing?," he growls at me. "Just having fun baby, what's the..." before I can finish my sentence he grabs my arm and drags me over to his squad car. He is trippin, so I try to calm him down, but he ain't having it. He mumbles something into his radio and I'm not trying to goto jail so I make an attempt to walk away, but he snatches me by my hair and puts me right back where I was standing, "Keep your ass right there." "Yes sir, Officer sir" I say, half sarcastic and, admittedly, half scared. Now I am trippin a little, what the hell is going on...I am still buzzin hard, but I try to maintain. I keep looking him up and down and start thinking how fine he is - even when he's mad! He grabs my face, hard, and starts talking about how he warned me about this shit and wondering why I don't listen to him and just mouthing off and I was not trying to hear all that. I was like "Peace out" and tried to slap his hand away from my face and get out of there, but he grabbed me again with the quickness and said "Oh you wanna play? Turn around!" and before I could protest at all, he swung me around, handcuffed me and literally threw me in the back of the car. How do cops do that in like 2.5 seconds and you don't know what the hell happened until it's too late? I am thinking just that, what the fuck just happened??? I am playing pool, drinking, having fun one minute and the next I am in the back of this damn cop car. He gets in and starts to pull out heading towards the police station and I ask him why he is doing this. He tells me I better shut the fuck up if I know what's good for me. But I ain't one to shut the fuck up, so I ask him again, "why?" "What did I do?" "Why the fuck am I being arrested?" He doesn't answer me, he just sits there, quiet. "Where you taking me?" I ask with attitude. "Somewhere to teach your ass a lesson," he responds. "What are you talking about?" I ask. He ignores my question and asks one of his own, "Don't you know better than to walk away from a cop?" "Well yes, but it was you and I thought you were playin." "You don't think I am playin now with your ass in the back of my car, do you?" I simply answer "No." As we drive toward the station, I ask him if there is anything I can do to change his mind about arresting me. "What are you implying?" he asks. "Well, nothing really...I just thought maybe if you needed a favor, I could do that for you and we could forget about this whole thing." "You trying to bribe a brotha?" he asks me, albeit with a hint of curiosity. "Nah man...just seeing if you need a favor is all" I say seductively...hoping to win him over. "What'd you have in mind girl?," he asks me. Good, at least I got him talking; let's see if I can get myself out of this mess. "Whatever you need baby, you call the shots, my ass is handcuffed." Instead of pulling into the station parking lot, he passes it up heading down Lincoln Avenue. For a quick minute I think he is taking me straight home, but he passes my house up too. After a short drive we arrive at a secluded, dark area on the old Naval Base. He sits there for a moment, not moving, not speaking, just staring off into the night. I want to say something, but figure it best to keep my mouth shut, for once. He gets out of the car and opens the back door, motioning for me to get out. I do as he instructs, never taking my eyes off of his. I see tenderness in his eyes, and lose my attitude quick. I try to apologize to him, but he places his finger on my lips, stopping my words. He looks deep into my eyes and smiles, a beautiful smile – which makes me smile. He slowly moves his gaze to my lips, then back up to my eyes. I bite my lip in anticipation, I think he's going to kiss me...he moves in close, brushes my hair from my face, touches my cheek gently and in a soft voice says "I want to taste your kiss." Then he places his lips upon my own. His lips are smooth, tender, and warm. As he kisses me I am lost in the moment. He is handsome and strong and if only for just this moment, he is all mine. He licks my lips and as I open my mouth for our tongues to touch I get a rush of chills throughout my body. He caresses my tongue with his, each stroke is slow, and long and fills me with desire, desire for him. He pulls me to him, his welcoming embrace holds me close, his sweet smell is surrounding me, his body is pressed steadily into my own. His mouth never leaves mine, each time our lips meet I feel consumed with my craving for him. I have no qualms about giving myself to him, fully. The kiss ends, as warmly as it began, and he turns me around to remove the handcuffs. He then begins to kiss and lick the back of my neck; does he realize how crazy this drives me? The feel of his lips, of his tongue on my neck makes me yearn for his continued touch. While he keeps his attention on the back of my neck, he reaches around and cups my breasts in his hands, pinching my nipples firmly with his fingers. I let out a quiet moan. He moves his strong hands down my body, feeling my hips, my thighs, my ass. He turns me around to face him again and I begin to move my hands across his muscular body, his arms, his back, his chest. I find him completely irresistible. I touch him slowly, savoring every spot my hand connects with, tracing every muscle my fingers find. I am feeling, really feeling, his body, for the very first time. Nothing compares to touching someone in such a seductive, passionate way for the first time. The more I caress him, the more I shut out the rest of the world, focusing all of my attention on him and him alone. With every breath he takes he draws me in closer to him, makes me want him more than I all ready do, as if that was even possible. He kisses me again, another gentle and affectionate kiss. I don't think any man has ever kissed me as tenderly as he is kissing me right now. Our mouths fit perfectly together, a rare find, but always appreciated once found. His tongue is so soft, yet so strong; the feel is too good for words. I am consumed by the pleasures his kiss is giving me. His lips make their way up and down my neck, stroking each bit of skin they come in contact with. He whispers in my ear "I want to make love to you," I nearly collapse. "May I?," he asks sincerely. "Yes," I say without hesitation. "Good" he says with a grin, "I want you." I let him in on a little secret, "If you could see yourself through my eyes, then you'd understand just how much I want you too." He smiles at my words and kisses my lips like they are the air that keeps him alive. As he continues to kiss me, he lifts me up and carries me to the back of the car and sits me on the trunk. He unbuttons my blouse and runs his fingertips atop my bare breasts, lovingly teasing my nipples. He lowers his mouth and takes a nipple in, teasing it with his tongue and gently biting. I whimper with pleasure and caress the top of his head as he does so. He licks and sucks at each breast and works his way back up to my neck and then my mouth again. He then lifts my skirt and removes my panties. The look in his eyes is pure, seductive, and mischievous all at the same time. He places a finger inside my pussy and moves it in and out very slowly, I close my eyes and take pleasure in every stroke and he kisses me again. He removes his finger and replaces it with his tongue. He moves his mouth up and down my pussy, licking my clit and bringing me close to orgasm, but not allowing me to cum. I reach down and tickle his tongue with my finger and he sucks on it as I continue to caress his ears and the top of his head. He stands up and kisses me hard, forcing me to taste my own juices...I can't fight it, can't fight him, I must submit to his wants. I break from the kiss and unbutton his shirt. I trace his chest with my hands and tongue. Nibbling and licking at him and pulling him close to me. I undo his belt and pants buttons and let them both slip down to the ground. I ease down his boxers, exposing his hard dick and lightly massage it with my fingertips. I step down from the trunk and place him up against it, while falling to my knees. I lick his dick from base to head, slow and with a purpose. I tease him with my tongue and nibble at his balls. I place his dick in between my breast and stroke him there. He moans loudly...finally I take him into my warm, wet mouth and move up and down his hard dick. I look up into his eyes as I am doing so, and let him know that I am in control - without saying a word. Longer, louder moans escape from his mouth and he pulls me up to face him. He lifts me back onto the trunk and spreads my legs, he leans into me and holds me tight. He enters me...slowly, it's as if time has just stopped, all I know, or care about right now, is him. Feeling his dick enter my pussy for the very first time is absolute ecstasy. His body into me, his grasp onto me, his power over me...I am fully consumed by the desire we share at this moment. My breathing gets heavier, my moans get louder, I am memorizing each move he makes into me. I lift my legs and wrap them around his hips. He pushes his hard dick into my wet pussy with such ease, as if that is where it is meant to be - for all times. Without resistance I give myself to him, my lips, my legs, my pussy – all his to do with as he pleases, and he takes full advantage. Over and again thrusting his dick into me, holding me steady with his strong embrace, making love to me as if I was the only woman in the world. I begin to sweat, getting all worked up and my body rocks with his, in perfect alignment. He brings me to orgasm easily, several times. He bites at my neck, sucks on my breasts and pulls my hair. Each touch with his dick, his hands, his tongue makes me tremble. He makes love to me slow and easy, very giving of himself and full of passion. I lean my head back in pure bliss and begin to moan as another orgasm takes over my body, but this time he is ready to cum as well. Each stroke his dick makes into my pussy builds it, higher and higher, "Oh David" I moan loudly. "Oh, David, David, cum. Cum for me, oh...cum David" I cry out. He does as I ask and collapses into me with one final thrust. Friday Night It was a Friday night when my friend Anna called me up and asked me if I wanted to go to a bar with her that night. I had nothing else to do so I told her I would go. I met her at the bar and we ordered up a couple drinks and before long we were well buzzed. She and I got up and danced with each other seducing every guy in the place with the way we were dancing. It looked as if we were having sex on the dance floor. Every eye in the place was on us and every woman was jealous seeing as how her guys were drooling after us. After a couple hours of this, we were starting to want the company of a guy, so we split up and went on the prowl. She had found her guy in no time at all, however, I couldn’t find a single guy that interested me at all. Then appearing it seemed out of nowhere, a tall, muscular cowboy walked up to me and asked if he could buy me a drink. I accepted and he went and got me a beer. He came back with my drink and I drank it quickly wanting to move on with the night. He asked me to dance to a slow song and I accepted. We walked onto the dance floor and he quickly embraced me, holding tight to me. We didn’t notice anyone around us at all. All we saw was each other. Leaning down, he kissed me, his tongue moving against mine, teasing me and making me want more than a kiss. I whispered in his ear and asked if he wanted to go outside with me. We walked to his truck and got in. We immediately started kissing again, with me still wanting more. My hand slipped down and stroked his dick through his jeans. I could hear the pleasure in his moan as I caressed him. I felt myself slowly starting to unzip his pants so I could feel his erection. I pulled away from his kisses and lowered my head to his awaiting hard on. I flicked my tongue against the head a few times, teasing him as he had been teasing me with kisses. Then I lowered my head even more to take his full 9 inches into my mouth. I was using my tongue ring to my advantage, massaging his dick with it. It didn’t take long for him to cum, squirting it all down my throat. I raised my head and asked him if he would like to come home with me so we could be more comfortable. He agreed so I gave him directions on how to get to my house. We didn’t even make it in the front door before we were ripping each other’s clothes off, racing to get to the bed. As we fell into my bed, his mouth went instantly to my dripping pussy. I don’t know what he did exactly but it sent sensations through me that I had never felt before. I could feel his tongue moving quickly across my clit making me scream and he had one finger in my pussy moving and another one entering my ass. He had me screaming with the intensity of my orgasm within a minute. He continued on like that for nearly 45 minutes before reluctantly pulling away. He reached down to his pants pocket and pulled out a condom and quickly putting it on. As he entered me I had another orgasm and seemed like I never stopped. I threw my legs over his shoulders so he could get deeper into me. He moved gently at first but gradually picked up the pace and before long he was slamming hard into my pussy. I was so wet the sheets below me were soaked. After an hour of fucking that way, he flipped me over onto my hands and knees and I thought he was just going to do me doggy style, however, I soon realized that wasn’t to be the case. He spread my ass cheeks apart and entered my ass. I felt a little pain, but it was combined with so much pleasure I barely noticed it. He moved in and out of my ass with long, deep strokes. He saw one of my dildos lying beside my bed and picked it up when we were changing positions and I had never seen him do it. While he was fucking my ass, he picked up my 10-inch rubber dick and rammed it hard into my pussy so I had both holes full of dick, even if one was a rubber one. He fucked me like that for another 30 minutes before he finally said he was going to come. He pulled his dick out of my ass and sprayed it all over my back while still fucking me to another orgasm with the dildo. I came one more time screaming loud enough to wake the dead and he pulled it out too. I had never had an experience like that before and after he left that night I never saw him again, however, I’m going back to that same bar again to see if I can find him again. If I can’t maybe I can find someone who can do for me what my mysterious stranger whose name I never got did for me. Friday Night It was the usual Friday night. I was staying the night at Jac's house, where we watched movies and ate junk food until way too late. His younger sister had her friend Sara over as they decided to join us before they went into their room and gossiped about boys and school and other nonsense. While Jac and I got some chips and soda from the kitchen, Sara and Suzie set up a game of monopoly before we started the movie. An hour later after I found myself the soul proprietor of much real estate and even more fake money, Jac went to put the video in. Excusing themselves for a few minutes, the girls returned in flannel boxers and tank tops, figuring that they might as well be ready for bed before snuggling in for the flick. Following their cue, Jac and I went to his room to change into some shorts and t?shirts. Jac was more slender of build than I, with wiry muscles, with dark hair and dark eyes. Looking at them, you could tell that he and Suzie were siblings. Fortunately, Suzie was far more slight of frame, with the soft developing curves of a young teenage girl on the edge of womanhood. Cute freckles and pretty eyes characterized her face while her lips took on a gentle curve that would soon demand the kisses of any man she wanted. While their bodies nearly mirrored each other, Sara had slightly larger, more rounded breasts. Her hair was like sunlight in the early morning while her eyes echoed the sky at noon. Jac and I made our way downstairs to find the girls gone in the search of candy. Settling into the big couch, Jac grabbed some pillows and settled down onto the floor. As the girls made their way in, they flipped the lights off, Sara stealing some pillows from Jac while Suzie lay down with her feet nearly touching me at the other end of the couch. The movie wasn't all that entertaining, though there were a few seductive moments that made my mind drift towards the idea of the girls in their pajamas. Just then, Suzie asked me to rub her feet while we watched the movie. Normally I would have said something letting her know that I wasn't here to serve her, but this time I just scooted closer to her and rested her legs over my lap. Under the pretense that I was still watching the movie, I began to knead her feet, taking care to dig deeply into the ball of her foot and her heel, but using delicate movements when I rubbed each of her bubbly toes. A few small moans escaped her lips as I worked into the arch of her foot, switching between her left and right, so as to not leave either one out. Suzie began to move her body farther down, moving my hands from her feet to her ankles to her calf. She asked if I would rub her legs, as they were sore from running with Sara earlier. Hearing her name, Sara looked up to see what was going on up on the couch. Not one to be left out, she demanded that Jac rub her back. Always a little more concerned with himself, he said he would after she worked on his back. Grudgingly, she climbed onto his back, working her hands into his shoulders. Meanwhile, my hands were working magic into Suzie's sore limbs while the feel of her skin worked something else into my pants. As I kneaded her muscle she slightly shifted her legs now and again, causing them to rub ever so slightly against my cock. As I made my way up past her knees, her movement increased, leaving my cock growing exponentially against her bare leg. Whether she knew what was pressing against her or not, I couldn't tell, but I wasn't about to stop my search up her leg. I made it mid way up her thigh when I asked her with a gulp if I should keep going. Her eyes closed, she merely moaned 'Mmmhmmm...." With her assurance, I continued to make my way up the inside of her thigh. My fingers both caressed and gently dug into the inside of her upper thigh. The moans coming from her small mouth were growing in both frequency and volume. I felt her body shudder as my fingertips ran along her panty line. Though she wasn't aware of it, I had frequently fantasized about Suzie when I was touching myself. I was now using the same hands to nearly do the same to her. Peeling my eyes away from Suzie's slowly writhing body, I looked down to witness Sara still on top of Jac, only now he was on his back and she was rubbing her body on his. He had his hands on her breasts and was obviously paying no attention to what I was doing with his sister. The sight of Sara's tan skin and the outline of her breasts from behind completely solidified my erection as I finally moved my hand up the leg of Suzie's shorts and pressed my fingers against her damp pussy. Suzie began gyrating her hips against my hand, rubbing her legs against my apparent hard on. I moved my other hand up to her breast as I slipped a finger under the hem of her panties. Her hand pressing mine against her breast greeted me, forcing me to knead the soft flesh with my palm. Seeing Sara's top removed, I risked a fight with Jac and pulled Suzie's panties and shorts off in one move. She froze for a moment, a little overwhelmed by her sudden nakedness. Her body soon resumed its movement as my mouth found it's way to her pussy, licking and sucking and searching for her clit. I knew I had found it when her legs wrapped around my head, locking my lips to hers. I could see when she finally opened her eyes, the sight of her brother and best friend causing her to fly to the brink of orgasm, her small body shaking uncontrollably against my wet face. Forcing a pillow over her mouth so as to not arouse her parents two floors above, Suzie submitted to her orgasm as my tongue deftly flicked her button in time to the shuddering that overwhelmed her body. Smiling as I climbed from between her thighs, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to hers for a deeply passionate kiss. Her small tongue was pink and hot in my mouth, searching out every drop of her nectar. She wrapped her legs around my waist and ground her sopping hole against my rigid cock. It wasn't until she finally let me go that we realised that we had an audience. "Wow!" Sara exclaimed. "I'd like to try one of those." Dropping her shorts and panties and kneeling away from him, she ordered Jac to do what I had done. Not one to give up a free meal, Jac dove right in. Sara's immediate moans and grunts signaled Jac's ability to give her what she wanted. Suzie now pushed me back onto the couch, reaching with her hand to expose the hardness between my legs. Both girls let out a gasp as my manhood sprang into view. I'm not huge, but at the time, my 8 inches was impressive to most girls I knew, even the older ones. Suzie leaned forward to take me in her mouth, but Sara let out a whimper. "You got to have his mouth first, can't I try that out before you?" Suzie showed more generosity that normal and pulled Sara's head forward towards my cock. The sight of these two very young girls vying for my cock was nearly enough to make me cum, but I wasn't going to give in quite so easy. Besides, I still wanted to put my meat where my mouth was. I soon found the feeling of Sara's full lips to be exquisite and the heat of her mouth to be nearly more than I could handle. Sensing my rising orgasm, Sara decided to return Suzie's favor and pushed her head down on my cock. Suzie's tight mouth felt so good on my cock. I would have stayed there forever if I didn't want to feel her pussy envelop my pole. Sara's view of Suzie licking my cock combined with Jac's expert oral ministrations brought her to her first orgasm of the evening. In an effort to keep her voice down, Suzie lifted her head up and forced Sara's lips around my dick. The muffled moans of her passing orgasm vibrated through my cock, bringing me to unexpected heights as I tried to hold from my orgasm. Jac still licking her pussy, Sara said she wanted to see Suzie's pussy wrapped around my tool. Feeling more aroused than ever, Suzie lowered her box down onto me, inches from her best friend's face. Sara then looked back and told Jac to slide it into her from behind. Jac started pounding into the tender crevice between Sara's smooth thighs, her blond curls of pubic hair matting against her puffy lips. Sara brought her face closer, now running her tongue along my shaft as it entered and reentered Suzie's ultra tight canal. The sight of Sara being plowed by her brother was having an effect on sweet little Suzie as she let out a small, "Mmmm, fuck her harder Jac. Please?" Jac pounded into Sara with renewed vigor, bringing Sara to her second orgasm, the sight of which sent Suzie over, drenching my cock with her sweet juices. Both Sara and I were torn between cumming and being completely mortified as Suzie leaned over Sara's body, grabbing Jac's cock from her pussy and slipping it into her mouth. This wasn't something they had planned or rehearsed as we heard Jac climax while his protests hung from his lips. "NO! SUZIE! What are you...... Ughhhhh!!!" Suzie's body convulsed on my cock as she choked on the torrent of hot cum pouring from Jac's spent cock. His dick was much shorter than mine, but the girth was tremendous. Seeing Suzie's tight mouth stretched around her brother's thick erection sent me over as I pushed Suzie off and forced Sara to take my tremendous load. She swallowed greedily; stroking my cock with her full lips until she was satisfied that she had every last bit of me. Coming up for air, Sara grabbed Suzie and forced her lips to her own. Her brother and his best friend flavored Suzie's first lesbian kiss. The sight instantly returned my hardness, leaving me unsure where to start next. Sara looked at me knowingly and slid over to me on her hands and knees. Hope you like it more to come later Friday Night On Friday nights, I go to Newcastle with a bunch of girlfriends, drinking, dancing and sometimes flirting a little bit. One particularly hot night, I was dancing with a couple of friends, when two Asian boys joined us. “You’re Amy, aren’t you?” whispered the taller one. “Yes, who are you?” “I’m Amjed, you used to work with my mum, Sonja.” I hardly recognised him. He was about 18 now, tall, athletic and very good looking. “Can I buy you a drink?” I agreed, so we went to the bar, with his friend Mustaq. We chatted for a while until my friends whisked me off to the next bar. They all wanted to know who the boys were. I tried to explain, but no one was interested in the truth, so I was greeted with accusations of kidnapping and child molestation! I should be so lucky! I couldn’t get Amjed out of my head for the next hour. At midnight I was waiting for the Metro train, to take me home, when Amjed and Mustaq appeared, “Hi, had a good night?” Amjed greeted me, “going home? Would you like us to escort you?” “Do you still live near me?” I asked. “ In the same direction,” he laughed. With that, the packed train arrived, the boys pushed me into a corner of the carriage, and squashed up next to me. It felt good to be this close to two handsome young men. With Amjed in front and Mush right behind me, every time the train lurched, the boys bumped against me, accidentally touching my tits and bum. When I didn’t complain they began to get a little braver, Amjed’s hands wandered up the front of my skirt, stroking the inside of my bare legs, eventually touching my fanny over my tiny knickers. Mush, had his hand up the back of the skirt, squeezing my bum cheeks, and occasionally sliding a finger between my legs. My fanny was on fire. Hopefully, no one could see, but I didn’t care, I was having too much fun; I hung my arms around Amjed’s’ neck, leaning my head on his shoulder, kissing his ear. “Does that feel good?” Amjed whispered, “Very nice”, I purred back. Because the tram was still rocking, my tits were rubbing up against his chest, I thought my nipples were going to explode. I’d never been with a coloured or Asian man before, but I knew, when I looked into his big brown eyes, that I would tonight. I realised that our stop had arrived, we jumped off, and headed for the stairs, “Now what?” Amjed asked, holding my arm. “I need the toilet, for a pee”, I laughed. All of the beer, the rocking of the train and not least two pairs of hands fiddling about with my private bits had made my bladder feel that it was going to burst. “The toilet here is closed, but I know a place”, chuckled Mush. With that, we left the station, and crossed the road and dashed behind some shops. I felt the pee start to trickle, but I was laughing so much, I didn’t care. “In here,” Mush pushed a gate open, and pulled me inside. “We’ll keep look out”, whispered Amjed. I stood at the back of the yard, and whipped down my knickers, and before I’d even begun to squat, the pee burst out like a fountain, my God the release felt good. I seemed to be pissing forever. When I opened my eyes I was greeted by the boys standing in front of me, roughly wanking their cocks. “I’ve always wanted to see a woman take a piss” Mush groaned, “It’s a hell of a turn on”. I’d wet my knickers, so took them off, and put them on a small wall. I put my hand out to touch Amjed’s’ knob, it felt like silk. I stood up and kissed him. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I was in heaven. We moved against a door, and his fingers went straight between my legs, opening my fanny with one swift movement. He pushed two fingers into my hole and rolled them around, sending me into a frenzy. I ran my hand up and down his dark brown cock; it felt much thicker than my husbands did. I was then aware that another pair of hands was squeezing my tits. “These feel good”, Mush whispered into my ear, “I want to see them.” With that he pulled my T-shirt over my head, and quickly removed my bra. The cold air made my nipples sting. All the time Amjed was still jamming his long fingers inside me. “That’s better,” Mush said as he groped my naked breasts, pulling and tugging at my long nipples, making them hurt, even more. “Wow, I’ve never seen tits like these before”, grunted Amjed, “they’re fantastic.” Softer, than in my youth, my breasts were still considered quite sexy, for a woman my age. I fumbled with his jeans until they were halfway down his legs. “Take your fingers out”, I urged him. His face lit up, “So we are finally going to fuck? You have no idea how many wanks I’ve had thinking about you!” I didn’t know if it was meant to flatter me, but there was only one thing that I wanted now. I put my left foot onto the small wall, held onto him, and gasped as his cock slid into my sopping fanny. Only using his hips, he bucked and gyrated, forcing his cock into parts of my fanny, which I didn’t know, existed. Still holding my tits with one hand, Mush was stroking and squeezing my arse with his other, occasionally sliding a finger over my bum hole, my husband, Marc had never touched it before, but this was so exciting. With Amjed giving me the fucking of my life, Mush slid the tip of his finger into my arsehole, I screamed with delight; within seconds I had an amazing orgasm, which made Amjed shoot loads of lovely spunk into me. I clung onto him to stop myself falling over, Mush pulled his finger out, leaving my bum stinging, but in a very nice way, and Amjed’s cock slid out, with a plop, as I was so full of spunk. “What about me?” said Mush as he waved his cock from side to side. With Amjed, now behind me, kissing my neck, and stroking my tits, I sat on the wall, and licked my lips. Mush then stood in front of me, with his hands holding my head, he slid his cock into my waiting mouth. It was red hot, longer and slimmer than Amjed’s, but tasted wonderful. I love giving blow-jobs, at the best of times, but sucking this young Asian boy’s cock, in front of his friend, was just the sexiest thing that I’d ever done. I sucked on the knob, while stroking the shaft with one hand and gently rotating his hairy balls with the other. With loads of spit in my mouth, I gobbled up and down the head and shaft, very nearly deep throating him, which I normally only do to my husband on special occasions. I wanted him to enjoy having his cock sucked, but I wanted Amjed to enjoy ‘the show’ even more. “I’m coming”, he shouted, so I deliberately speeded up, gripping onto the shaft; making him come in my mouth. I couldn’t believe how much spunk there was. It was much saltier and lumpier than my husband, Marcs, and I managed to take it all in my mouth, tugging his cock, until the last drops oozed out. I pushed my tongue out, for them to see that it was covered in spunk. I tipped my head back and swallow the juice. “Happy now?” I laughed. We sat back for a few minutes, sharing a cigarette. I looked at my watch, it was now 1.30, and I was going to be late home. The boys watched as I put my bra and top on, “Can I keep your knickers?” pleaded Mush, “It’ll be my turn to think about you, when I wank”. Of course I let him, the thought of him sniffing my pants, when he played with himself, turned me on, too. Amy Friday Night Cory dresses for the hunt. She's hot and she wants action tonight. Black denim, black silk blouse, silver rings, dark hair slicked back. The face is pale, almost deadly enough to make a femme tremble. Cory wants them wetting their pants when she walks into the bar. She wants a slender blonde with pink nipples and a pale white ass. As she imagines the blonde, she grabs the black denim covering her crotch, squeezes her dick and pumps her hips. Fuck, I need it, Cory thinks. She needs a girl. She has the car stereo blasting some crazy bass beat as she pulls onto the gravel in front of Mama J's. A dozen cars and bikes out front, two groups of dykes sucking in some fresh air. Cory cuts the stereo and climbs out. "Hey, Cory." Cory waves and keeps walking. "How's it going?" "Same old shit," the biggest girl says. The other girls laugh. Music rocks out of the small building. The neon sign on the roof blinks and looks ready to collapse. Cory pushes at the front door of Mama J's and enters her world. * * * The place has a bar, a dance floor, a couple of pool tables in an adjoining room, and fifty women of all sizes and shapes dripping sweat and smelling of sweat and perfume and pussy juice. There's hardly any light, and it's not easy to see who's there and who isn't. Cory isn't interested in anyone she knows anyway, she wants someone new, something fresh. But she thinks she probably won't find it because maybe she's run through all the dykes in the county. Nothing left except women in the closet who never step into a place like this. Not here. Not on Friday night. But she looks anyway, checks out the women on the dance floor, the gyrating bodies, then the women at the bar, then the butches hanging over the pool tables in the other room. "Cory, lover, why don't you say hello to me?" Cory turns. A redhead with big tits and dangling bracelets. What's her name? Ruthie? No, it's Ramona. Cory remembers two fat nipples. "Hello, Ramona." The redhead beams, pleased that Cory remembers her name. "Let's dance." "No, I'm looking for someone." Ramona pouts and swirls the drink in her hand. "Well, if you don't find her, I'll be here." Cory nods and moves on. Once around the dance floor, then back to the bar. She's about to order a beer when she sees a blonde coming out of the corridor that leads to the restrooms and the kitchen. Tall slender blonde in tight pants and a white sweater. Lipstick dyke sporting a ponytail, tiny tits, and a round tight ass. Is she new? Is it possible? Cory decides she's never seen this one before. Pretty girl, isn't she? Maybe from the state college in Colfax. Hoowee, Cory thinks; it's Friday night. She heads straight for the girl, touches her elbow, then bends her head to sniff at the girl's neck. "I'd like to eat your ass," Cory says in a low voice. "But if you're too bashful for that, I'll buy you a drink." * * * The girl's name is Susan, a new transfer to the state college, in Mama J's with two friends now banging hips on the dance floor. Susan says she's not interested in going anywhere with anyone. She studies Cory's face, looks at Cory up and down with evident interest in her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere," Susan says again. "You're bashful," Cory says. Susan blushes. "No I'm not." "You have a car?" "No, my friends drove me." "You can crash at my place tonight and I'll drive you back tomorrow." "No, I won't." "Let's dance. You dance, don't you?" Cory leads her to the dance floor. Twenty minutes later, Susan tells her friends she's leaving and she hangs on Cory's arm as they exit Mama J's. Friday night, Cory thinks. She slides her hand down to cup Susan's ass through the tight jeans. * * * "Why am I here?" Susan says. She lies sprawled on Cory's sofa, the flickering candlight casting shadows on her face and torso. They are both still fully dressed, listening to a flamenco piece, Cory flat on her back on the rug at the foot of the sofa. "I don't know why I'm here," Susan says. "Maybe you're dangerous." Cory chuckles. "Do I look dangerous?" "Maybe you do." "How long have you been out?" "Two years." "And what have you done?" "What do you mean what have I done?" "You're a baby dyke." "I don't like that, I'm going home." "You'll go home tomorrow. Right now get those jeans off and sit on my face." "God, you're so unromantic." "You didn't come here for romance, did you?" "No, I guess not." "Come on, get on my face." * * * Susan is now naked from the waist down, everything below her waist stripped away, kneeling over Cory, facing Cory's feet as she squats over Cory's face. Shaved blonde pussy dripping honey. Cory slides her hands over the pale ass and pulls the girl's hips down until she has her nose settled in the crack between Susan's buttocks. This is what Susan wants, the reason Susan is here. Tell a pretty young femme like this one that you're going to eat her ass, and if she believes you the probability is she will start shaking with anticipation even if one part of her mind says no. Since they want to try everything, what you do is open the door for them. Cory knows. She's had so many pretty asses on her face, she's lost count, all the asses merged into one huge munch, her nose and mouth in there, the cheeks pressing on each side of face, the faint smell of perfume and piss, the cunt leaking as she works her tongue into the pliant ass. This one has had it before; this blonde knows how to settle her ass on a face, how to move her buttocks around without seeming too greedy. Cory pinches the girl's hips and Susan squirms. "Eat my ass," Susan says. Cory laughs into the steaming crack. Baby dyke is not so baby. What are they teaching them in college these days? Cory growls as Susan leans forward to rub Cory's cock through the black denim. "You're not going to fuck me," Susan says. "Not with this monster." * * * In the morning, after a full night of sucking and fucking, Cory drives her to the college, to the red brick dorm with ivy on the walls. "I had a nice time," Susan says. She kisses Cory's cheek and then climbs out of the car. Cory smiles and waves, turns the car around and heads for the highway. Silly pussy, Cory thinks. Pretty ass and silly pussy. Fuck, she'll never see that one again, what a bore. She wonders if she ought to move somewhere else. Maybe to the city. She guns the car up the highway ramp and checks the gauge to make sure she has enough gas to get home. End. Friday Night I am sitting at a table near the dance floor, an empty shot glass in front of me and a red beer half finished. The band is fine, the music bouncy and my girlfriend has been on the dance floor with the same guy for the last three dances. I am enjoying the music, and the view as a handsome guy scoots by my table on the way to the bar. I turn slightly to watch him, nice. I cross my legs, my short red skirt riding a little higher, the tops of my stockings starting to show. My shoes, difficult to keep on in the best of times, are under the table, my nylon covered toes moving to the music. I wish the waitress would show, I really would like another shot of tequila and some more tomato juice for my beer, but it is a busy night so I wait, and watch the inhabitants on a busy Friday night. I feel someone behind me, hopefully it is the cute guy who just went by, but it is not. He asks me to dance, and I refuse, shaking my head so my curly hair sways. I am wishing for the guy at the bar, I saw him looking, but will he come and ask me to dance? The next song the band plays is a favourite of mine, a slow buckle polisher. Still no waitress and no handsome guy... "May I join you?" Oh happy day! The cute guy must be psychic, red beer and companionship! "Hi, sure." He sits, lovely man. I lean forward, the black vest I am wearing gaps a bit and I see him checking me out. My full breasts press on the fabric of the vest. "I'm Maggie." I watch as he looks down my vest, checking out my legs, the tops of my stockings showing at the edges of my short red skirt. I have had just enough tequila shooters to enjoy showing off a bit for him. I uncross my legs and then cross them the other direction so my toes are very close to his denim-clad knee, almost touching. He can see my calves and thighs, covered in black stockings. He is quite nice to look at too and I am a little embarrassed to discover my nipples getting a little hard pressing against my low cut vest. I wonder if he notices, though he seems a little preoccupied with my legs and the stocking tops. I run my hand down my thigh, smoothing the skirt only a little, not really covering anything, just attracting his attention. "Thanks for the beer, and your name would be...?" I look at him and smile, then take a drink from my glass, slowly so he can watch my tongue come just out between my lips to lick the rim of my glass before I drink. He tips his hat, very gentlemanly, “I’m Charlie.” He sounds the tiniest bit distracted. I wonder if he dances, and if it is dark enough in the bar that he will try to feel me up if he does dance a slow song with me. He has nice, strong looking hands. I imagine his touch would be firm, and sensual, if shy at first, he looks sort of shy. I like that. Shy guys are always fun when alone. In the background the deep voice of the bass player sings ...(amarillo by morning, up from san antone, everything that I've got is just what I've got on, I'll be looking for an eight when they pull that gate and I hope that judge ain't blind)... It was one of my favourite songs when I was a little girl, and one of my favourites to dance to now. Handsome Charlie takes me in his arms, his knee between mine leads me around the dance floor. He dances well for a real cowboy, smooth and sure. A lot of cowboys don't have rhythm, surprising since riding a horse is a very rhythmic thing. Drugstore cowboys can do all the fancy dances, but usually lose points for not having any scuff marks on their boots. Real cowboys have scuff marks, and their boots also rarely match their hats. I can tell Charlie is a real cowboy, like my dad and brothers were, since he has boots that are dusty, a shirt that isn't starched to death and he smells like outdoors and the Wyoming wind I grew up in. I sigh. I move a little closer, pressing my breasts against his chest. I was right, his hands are strong and firm in mine and on my back, guiding the dance without any of the fancy silliness the wannabees use. The band is playing another waltz, Charlie keeps me in his arms, the bass player singing a George Strait song. Charlie feels good against me. The music changes, and Charlie and I sit down and drink our beer. He still seems shy, but a little more comfortable. I am liking his company very much. I have been fending off slick wannabees all night, now that I have found a real person in the sea of cowboy hats, I am having a really fun time. I have a rule against going home with guys who pick me up in bars, but I really like this guy, and I don't want him to think I am the usual buckle bunny trash that hangs out in cowboy bars, but Jeeze! I want to get my hands on him, and my other body parts too. I kick my shoes off again and lightly graze his leg with my toes, as if by accident. My friend has left me alone with Charlie, she is at another table with her guy, but she is up and in front of our table now. The band has started one of our favourite songs, and we always have a girl dance to this one. We sing and dance and generally act sort of silly. The band swings into a Georgia Satellites tune and Josie drags me on the dance floor. Charlie is smiling and watching. I see him raise our empty glasses to the passing waitress. I watch him when we get to the chorus, the band changes the words to the song. Josie and I dance and belt out the chorus together. Charlie is still laughing when I return to the table. "Looks like you need this," he hands me a cold beer with tomato juice, yum. "Yes, thanks." Josie has sent over shots of tequila. I raise mine at her and then to Charlie. I swallow the tequila and follow it with a sip of beer and smile at Charlie some more. I really want to break my rule with him. Maybe he will ask me to breakfast after this set is over, and I can ask sweetly if he means now or later. I grin wickedly to myself. It is getting close to midnight and the band will be breaking soon. They start another song, something by Merle Haggard, and Charlie holds out his hand. I slip my shoes back on and he leads me to the dance floor. He wraps his arms around me and holds me to his chest, strong and firm against my soft breasts. His knee between mine seems a bit more erotic now, rubbing denim against stockings. His mouth is near my ear and I can feel his breath on my skin, stirring the wisps of hair that have fallen out of their pins. My ears are very sensitive, his breathing next to my ear is very arousing, and I feel my nipples tighten again, and warmth creeping from the center of my stomach down my legs and making my toes tingle. I move my head just slightly, his mouth is almost on my ear, he is starting to whisper something...but the sensation is so wonderful that I almost can't pay attention to what he is saying. "I'm sorry, what did you say, it is so loud here on the dance floor, I, well, I couldn't quite catch that..." I hope he doesn't realize that the reason I couldn't hear him is because I am light headed with arousal. His lips are right on my ear when he replies... Oh happy night.... He has invited me home, yowza! I grab my purse, give Josie a wave and follow him out the door. At his place he is very polite and quiet still, but I think I can see that he is sort of excited too. He shows me around and says he wants a minute to clean up. I tell him to take his time and if he wants I will putter in the kitchen and make some late dinner. He disappears and I hear a shower as I sort through cupboards. He returns shortly in clean, worn jeans and a plain white tee shirt, his feet are bare and his hair wet from the shower and combed neatly. He is gorgeous. His jeans look soft and comfy and conform nicely to his ass and stretch tight in the front. If he wants to advertise, he is doing a great job. We sit and eat steak and eggs with fresh tomatoes and another beer apiece. He asks if I'd like to join him in the living room to listen to music or catch a late movie. We flip channels for a bit, but decide to put music on since there are no late shows that capture our attention, the only late show we are interested in is the one here on the couch. His arm is around me, he pulls me to him a bit and I turn to look him in the eye, his eyes are beautiful too, and drawing closer. He puts his lips lightly on mine, just brushing my mouth with his once, then again and then taking my lower lip between his, gently, and sucking my lip into his warm mouth. My mouth opens under his, his tongue slips inside, exploring my gumline, past my teeth to coax my tongue to dance with his. I push lightly with my tongue against his, then suck very gently on his, my reward is his tongue deeper in my mouth, my head falling back and his hand caressing the back of my neck. I turn my head to lock my mouth more firmly with his as he deepens the kiss, his tongue stroking mine, stroking the roof of my mouth, my teeth, gums and soft skin under my tongue, so very sensitive and arousing. I put my hands on his cheeks, then run them up into his hair, urging him to take my mouth . He kisses me a little harder, still gentle, but deep, and his tongue strokes against mine, making love to my mouth with his. I am light headed again, holding his shoulders, kissing him like he is the oxygen I need to survive. His hands are on my waist, holding me, starting to caress the bare flesh where the vest gaps a bit above my skirt. My breasts are pressed to his chest, my nipples hard yet again, wanting his fingers to explore a little higher under my vest. His mouth leaves mine to move down my throat, leaving little tiny kisses in a line down my neck and to the low opening of the vest. His face is between my breasts, he is still leaving little kisses, his hands pushing their way up my body to cup my breasts. A button pops open, and he encourages its mates to do the same. He takes one firm nipple in his mouth and sucks, his fingers teasing the other to get even harder. My hands are in his hair again, his mouth feels so wonderful I want him to keep doing that forever. But there are other pressing matters, like his erection against my thigh. I rub my leg against his, my stockings making whispering sounds on the denim. He pushes his leg under mine and now my knees are parted and he slides one hand down my belly, over my skirt and underneath. His fingers softly brush against me, my satin panties a little damp now, his fingers stroke lightly again and again over me. His mouth on my breasts is driving me mad, first sucking and licking and pulling one nipple and then the other. Now his hands are joining in the driving. I slide one hand between us, down to his jeans, through the denim I can feel him growing harder, pushing to escape the confining material. He lays me back on the couch, his hands moving my hips and positioning his hips on mine. He is still wearing jeans and I still have soft satin covering me. His face is in my neck, his mouth open on my skin and I wrap my arms and legs around him as he covers me with his body. The denim of his jeans is a rough and sensual texture between my thighs, his shoulders strong under my fingers. We are both breathing hard, kissing again now, his tongue more aggressive, mirroring the act that is certainly now the only thing in either of our minds. My hips move almost with out my knowledge, welcoming him. "I want this to last a while," he whispers in my ear, "Let's go find the bed and explore some more, find out all the things that we each like the best." He stands, helps me off the couch and then scoops me up, carrying me toward a doorway where a soft bedside light illuminates a huge king bed. He lays me gently on the bed then strips off his shirt, dropping it beside my vest that has fallen to the floor. He leaves the jeans on, leaning onto the bed to take my mouth again with his. His kiss is hard, slow and sensual and full of passionate promises. Friday Night The room is darkened, haunting, some how inviting as she enters through the heavy door at one end. He is sitting, cloaked in shadow, only the sparkle of the stone in His pinkie ring tells her where to find Him. His husky voice reaches her ears as she pads silently across the blood red carpet. "Dance for me, girl," are His words to her, and she stops, a few feet away, waiting for music to begin. It starts building slowly, the rhythm carnal and dripping with lustful visions. His eyes devour her mostly nude curvaceous body as her hips sway, her back arches, her full breasts rise and fall with every breath and every movement. Shoulder length locks of russet hair fall forward and veil her eyes but He knows hidden, watching Him, are those same dark green eyes He has looked into a thousand times before. Sensuous and emotional, they tell what her lips often don't, the darkness and desire raging within her like a mystical fire in the depths of a forest - burning, smoldering, consuming, but never destroying. Her alabaster arms raise slowly with the music, she rakes her delicate hands through her hair, pulling it back from her eyes. She looks up and her gaze meets His as a whisper of color spreads across her cheeks, she can see He is pleased. He coughs lightly, telling her to move on, that the gyrations and teasing are fine but enough is obviously enough. Her back is turned to Him as she reveals a bit more flesh, another clearing of the throat tells her this is what He wants. Sliding her hand below the line of her pale pink panties she draws them down, inch by inch... still undulating, still teasing, still looking over her shoulder at him with those entrancing smoky eyes. As she removes them and places them on the floor, to the side, she sees Him leave His seat and come to her. His form towering over her, massive, masculine, divine, He touches a worn and callused hand to her cheek and looks down into her eyes. He wants more, but knows He needs to move slowly. To drink her in quickly ruins the flavor and this is a treat He wishes only to savor. Reaching into His pocket He removes a long silver chain with a clip at one end, and sees the perfect place to attach it. He curls His fingers around the back of her slender neck and pulls her close, her lips almost touching His. Then as suddenly He steps back and tugs firmly, yet not forcefully, on the chain now attached to the ring at the front of her collar. He sees the little gems glittering, reminding Him once again how much like a cat this one is, her movements as well as her cunning. They move through a doorway to an interior room where a low platform rests, it's soft velvet upholstery in stark comparison to the tools and devices located at hand. He leads her onto the platform by the serpentine chain, and she kneels facing Him, her knees pressed to the floor, her heart shaped ass firmly resting on her heels as she waits for His desire to manifest itself. He stands in front of her admiring the way her pale skin reflects the low light in the room making her almost luminescent. He brushes a stray strand of hair away from her eyes and then placing His hand on the slope of her shoulder, He gently pushes her down. On her knees still, her chest now pressed to the padding on the platform, her round little ass presented to Him, as He moves behind her, exactly as He had planned. With a swift motion His hand swings back and makes smooth contact with her delicate skin, leaving a darkening brand on her tender flesh. The sound still ringing in His ears, He pulls back again and slaps the other cheek making her twinge just a bit. He knows her desires and knows that she enjoys this as much as He does so He steps to the wall closest to them and retrieves a small paddle. Smooth black leather, short handle, with soft fur on the other side, He plays it softly against her skin. Caressing the curve of her ass with the cool leather, He lulls her into a false sense of security before pulling back and waiting, then with a ringing slap it makes contact as she jumps from the surprise. "You know better than to flinch, girl... " His hiss just barely meeting her ears as His fingers curl around the back of her neck, holding her there for His next surprise. He lifts His hand high and the paddle comes crashing down repeatedly as she bites her lip sharply, knowing enough to keep silent. First the slaps are slow, almost rhythmic in their timing, but they come faster, faster, spreading a crimson blush on her so pale skin. Feeling it is time to show His more tender side, showing that He cares not to ruin the blush He's worked so hard to perfect, He turns the leather device over and plies the plush fur to the reddened flesh. Smoothing it over that well worked ass in slow circles, confusing her senses with it's delicate touch. The walls in her mind fall for a moment as she lets out a sigh of pleasure. His movements stop suddenly as he hears that soft demure sound and a low growl rumbles from deep inside Him. Her head drops, knowing she has done the unthinkable, and the punishment, though possibly pleasurable, will be severe. He reaches quickly and takes something from the wall, long, black and dangerous. Her eyes don't have the time or desire to catch sight of it because it is quickly thrashed against the already stinging flesh. Right away she recognizes the familiar feel of His flog, several strands of coarse black leather, bound at the top by a studded piece of matte leather. Once her favorite of His many toys, now being used against her - this was her punishment. He knows well how to use the flog and twists His wrist as he prepares to swing, giving it that perfect unison - not solid, not spread out. On the first lash her mind spins, the coarse leather biting into her skin. On the second it nearly snaps, the thongs curling around and slashing at her delicate lips. She holds her tongue until the third time he swings it, the strands scorching into the flesh on the backs of her thighs. On the next, her soft velvet lips part suddenly and she cries out, her mind and body inebriated by some strange cocktail of pleasure and exquisite agony. His movements continue almost rhythmically, He knows she can handle this, He knows she always learns the hard way. Her cries continue, blurring the edges of consensual pleasure and torture, as a smile graces His austere lips. Feeling she has proven her worth, has proven that she will not make that mistake again, He drops the flog to the platform and admires the welts rising on the nearly purple ass, still perfectly poised and presented to Him. He bends closer, pressing His barbate cheek to the scalding flesh, letting her feel Him there as He slowly licks along the curve of her ass, the tender gesture heightened by the subtle rasp of his tongue. He spreads her legs gently and slides a strong hand between her thighs to feel her waiting treasure. Knowing she is ready, her soft, shaven pussy slick with anticipation, He stands behind her and removes His clothing. He tightly grips her hips as he slowly rocks into her, such a nice tight fit, He's been waiting for her. She arches her back, pressing her hips back against Him as He pushes the length of His cock deep into her. He moans deeply, savoring her lovely tight little flower. Like an animal He fucks her, that is after all why she is here. Feeling a sinister urge He bends over her and sinks His sharp teeth into the flesh of her ass, biting hard and sucking the sweet meat. As He leans back again He sees He has left a mark, a perfect heart shaped bruise on her still marred flesh. He knows she'll be studying it in the morning with pride. Feeling His body tighten, that instant of pure ecstasy, He releases all He has into her, His fingers nearly ripping into the skin on her hips as He thrusts deeply one last time. Exhausted, He sits on the platform, watching her briefly before gesturing that she may rise. Knowing it is time for her to leave, she stands to go when He motions for her to return. Standing in front of Him, waiting, she looks lost somehow, childlike in a way. He reaches His hand out to her, takes her gently by the chain still hooked to her sweet little collar and pulls her toward Him. He unhooks the chain as His face is inches from hers, then unexpectedly He leans in and places a tender kiss on her scarlet lips. "You please me, now go to your rest" He swats her ass playfully as He sends her out of the room. Returning to His own room, He hears the faint sound of her tiny feet padding along the wooden floor of the hallway... and He smiles, tenderly. Friday Night Sometimes Friday nights suck. It was a little after 9:30pm and I was stuck at home. No date. No party. No friends. Just my CD player, a book and me. All of us were sprawled on my bed on top of the pink silky spread. My dark blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. I've been told I look somewhat like Elizabeth Shue, only with a fuller figure. I had my sleep clothes on, a gray designer label half shirt that just barely covered my boobs, and a pair of powder blue baggy boxer shorts, also designer label. I was tapping my foot and rereading the same sentence for the third time when Jackie burst into my bedroom. Jackie is my best friend. Our birthdays were only 11 days apart and four weeks ago we had a combined party to celebrate turning 18. "Jesus Christ!" I gasped as I ripped the headphones off. "You scared the crap out of me!" I hadn't been expecting her. She was supposed to be on a date with Brad, her boyfriend for the last few months. She was dressed to kill, with a satiny red miniskirt so short she didn't dare bend over. The side was cut open almost to her waist and held together with three taut strings. The only panties you could wear with it was a thong, unless you wanted them to show thought the slit. I certainly wouldn't have the guts to wear a thong with a skirt that short and tight. Her halter top was a matching red with black streaks and sharp edged swirls. The material was loose and clingy at the same time. Although it could be worn with a halter bra, Jackie chose not to. Her nipples were clearly visible, poking through the thin material. Her B cup boobs were a little smaller than my C cup breasts, but the still jiggled and moved freely underneath the halter top. I've always thought she looked like a young Demi Moore, before the boob job. Her deep brown hair was done up nicely, framing a face that was puffy and red from crying. Mascara and eyeliner streaked her face. She clutched a used tissue tightly in her hand. Her face looked like she was finely balanced between anger and despair. "Oh, Michelle! Brad is such a bastard!" she cried out. Jackie fell into my arms, sobbing on my shoulder. "What happened?" I asked. I was hoping to calm her down. My parents went to bed at 9:00 most nights and I didn't want her to wake them up. I usually locked the house up around 10:00pm after letting the dog out one last time. Jackie released me and we sat side by side on my bed. The shoulder of my top was stained with her mascara. "I guess it's not really Brad's fault, but I'm still mad at him." "Okay, but you still haven't told me what happened." "Well, you know we were supposed to go dancing. When we got there, the DJ was really lame and the place was half empty. We hung around for a little while to see if we were just too early. Brad finally asked me if I wanted to go back to his place. His parents were out of the house playing bridge or something." "That doesn't sound so bad. You've been wanting to get into his pants for a while now." Jackie had lost her virginity two years ago. Since then she had screwed most of the guys she dated, although she and Brad hadn't gone that far yet. She said sex was the best thing about having a boyfriend. I was still a virgin, but I got to live out some pretty wild fantasies though her stories. She always told me what happened on her dates, with all the juicy details. When she left I would masturbate while thinking about her beautiful naked body writhing underneath her latest muscular hunk. "I know. I didn't get a chance to tell you about yesterday. We were parked in his car making out. He was playing with my tits and teasing my nipples. You know how sensitive they are. Well, I unzipped him and took out his cock. Michelle, it was bigger than Ray's!" "Oh my God!" Ray was two boyfriends ago and he was hung like a horse. Unfortunately for Ray, he wasn't very good at using his tool and she dumped him. "Yeah! Well, a cop drove up just as he was getting my pants off. We got our clothes back on just in time. The cop told us to move along and Brad took me home." "You are so bad!" I giggled. Jackie was smiling now as she told the story. Just talking to me had helped calm her down. "Well, I was so horny tonight. I even wore my 'fuck me' skirt for him." I glanced down and saw that her infamously short skirt with the slit was failing to hide her pussy. The thin gauzy material of her thong was partially exposed and the lower half of her plump pussy lips were clearly defined underneath it. I blushed and looked back up at her face. "Yeah. Brad had that reaction too," she said with a wicked grin. The effect was spoiled somewhat by the red, puffy eyes and streaks of mascara. "Anyway, we were sitting on the sofa in his living room. He was sucking on my nipples. God, Michelle. I love it when guys do that." Jackie's hands cupped her boobs, her thumb and forefinger squeezing her nipples though the thin fabric. Jackie suddenly realized what she was doing and dropped her hands back into her lap. She only blushed for a moment though. Jackie had almost no hang-ups about sex. I had always been jealous of her. Making out with guys was fun, but I never seemed to get aroused the way she did. "So anyway, his hands start playing with my thighs and ass, and I am just going out of my mind. He finally gets to my pussy and gets underneath my thong. I am so wet and hot by now that I just spread my legs wide for him. His fingers are playing with my clit and I am ready to cum. Then his parents walk in the door. They start yelling and screaming at him. I'm trying to get dressed while his father is just staring bug-eyed at me. I'm told to leave and Brad and his parents are still yelling at each other as I get in my car. Thank God I drove instead of him." "Wow! No wonder you are so upset." "Michelle, I am so horny right now. Two days in a row Brad has gotten me all worked up and both times he leaves me with blue balls." "Shouldn't it be blue nipples for a woman?" I giggled. "I think red nips would be more accurate. That's what they look like right now," she smirked. "Why don't you go clean your face off and we can listen to CDs and bitch about men." "That's the second best offer I've had tonight, " she said, smiling wanly. I could see her from behind in the bathroom. As she bent over to wash her face, the lower part of her ass cheeks were clearly visible. Her thong was riding high, leaving a barely visible wedge of red squeezed between her smooth thighs. With her face cleaned, she stared into the mirror, lost in thought. I saw her hand creep down her waist and up inside her skirt. She shuddered and leaned forward, her weight supported by her other hand on the edge of the sink. I watched as the muscles of her arm and shoulder flexed and released. The poor girl was so horny she was masturbating in my bathroom!Jackie pulled her hand out of her pussy and hung her head. I heard a softly muffled sob, and then she washed off her hand. She obviously wasn't aware that I could see her. She sat back down on my bed and we talked about boys and sex while listening to our favorite CDs. She sat cross-legged, which would have been obscene if she hadn't kept one of my pillows on her lap. She kept shifting positions, moving her hips and ass every minute or so. "I can't stand it," she finally burst out. "What?" "Michelle, I've gotta get some relief. I know this sounds weird, but would you be upset if I...uh...you know, masturbated?" "Oh! Uh...I..." "You can just sit there if you want. I mean it probably won't take long. If you thinks it's too gross you won't hurt my feelings if you go in another room either." "I suppose it's okay," I answered slowly. "It's not gross. I mean I do it too. I've just never done it in front of anyone. I mean nobody has ever done it in front of me. Actually, both." I was flustered now, and beginning to babble. I didn't want Jackie to think was she was doing was gross or bad. I guess I also didn't want her to think I was a prude. She had so much more sexual experience than I did. I also didn't really want to go stand in the dark hall. "Thank you," she said, giving me a quick hug. Without wasting another moment, she began stripping off her clothes. The halter top was first. I had seen her breasts many times before, but not under these circumstances. She was right, they were red and stiff. Her areolas were large and dark, matching her almost black hair. Her boobs looked larger than their B cup as the bounced fee. I felt my mouth go dry. I hadn't realized she would get totally naked. The skirt was next. It was so tight she had to shimmy back and forth to get it down off her hips. Her swaying breasts with their erect nipples mesmerized me. Once the skirt hit mid-thigh, the rest was easy and it was whisked off. Now she stood there wearing just her high heels and the smallest scrap of red gauze hiding her pussy. I only had a moment to look at her narrow waist with its firm stomach and the swell of her hips. It was ten times sexier than total nudity. My face felt hot and flushed. The thong and shoes vanished in a heartbeat. Jackie flung herself down on the bed. She pulled her feet up close to her ass cheeks and let her knees fall wide open. I could see she had trimmed her pussy hair for Brad. The lips were smooth and bare. A dark triangle of close cropped pubic hair pointed straight at her clit. Her lips were slick with moisture, red and engorged with desire. Her clit was swollen and poking out from its hood. Everything was laid bare and wide open for me to see. I was having trouble breathing. I was caught up in the sensuality of the moment, unaware of my own growing passion. For all of her rush to strip naked, Jackie now moved slowly. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and her back slightly arched. She took her tits in her hands and squeezed the nipples. A shudder rippled through her and her nipples grew even larger. She slid her hands down her stomach with a smoothing motion. Her fingers bypassed her pussy and slid down her thighs toward her knees as far as she could comfortably reach. They dipped down to cover her inner thighs and slowly slid back up toward her pussy. I watched as she took the fingers of her left hand and sank them into the slick folders of her pussy. Jackie inhaled sharply and another shudder rippled across her body making her tits shake like jello. She pulled her fingers out and traced circles over her outer lips. They quickly became coated in her slippery juices. Once the whole area was lubricated, her fingers slipped between her inner lips and began to slowly stroke her distended clit. Her right hand was gripping the sheets, white knuckled with tension. My head was swimming and my nipples ached. I looked down and saw that they were poking through the thin material of my half-shirt. I wanted to cover them up, but that would just draw Jackie's attention to them. I tried to hunch forward to open a space between the material and my jutting nipples, but it was no use. I casually let my hair down so that the tresses covered my condition. Jackie stroked her clit for an eternity, emitting the occasional moan. She seemed to be having trouble finishing. "Michelle," she gasped breathlessly. "Play with my nipples. Please" "Huh?" I answered, drawn out of my fog by her question. "I'm so close, but I need help." I watched as my hands took on life of their own. They rose as if lifted by invisible spirits and softly cupped Jackie's breasts. The flesh was warm and smooth. Jackie groaned and arched her back, pushing her tits into my palms. Wait, what was I doing? How had I let things go this far? Why was I turned on by this scene? My mind was filled with confusion, but my hands were filled with the soft, supple flesh of Jackie's rounded tits. I struggled to find myself while my fingers rolled her nipples. I wanted so badly to stand up and flee, and at the same time lean down and kiss her beautiful breasts. Paralyzed, I did neither. "Oh...Michelle!" Jackie moaned. Her hips were gyrating uncontrollably as her wet fingers caressed her throbbing clit. I could see it peeking out between her swollen, enflamed pussy lips, alternately hidden and revealed by Jackie's trembling finger. The blood rushed to my head and I inadvertently squeezed her nipples hard. "Uh...fuck!" Jackie wailed softly as an orgasm rocked her body. Inarticulate sobs wracked her body as her hips spasmed around her fingers. I watch, mesmerized as a second orgasm followed on the heels of the first. Ripping my eyes away from her wantonly exposed pussy, I looked up at her face. Her gorgeous features were distorted with lust and ecstasy. Her skin was flushed red and slick with a thin film of sweat. She was biting her lip to stop from crying out. Jackie's eyes opened, staring into nothingness, glazed over and unfocussed. With an effort she found my eyes and locked her gaze onto them. I could see longing and desire shamelessly flowing from them. Suddenly I realized that I was still squeezing her nipples mercilessly between my thumbs and forefingers. I desperately wanted to look down at my hands on her tits, but was unable to tear myself away from the heat of her stare. "Michelle...Michelle..." she whispered as one last orgasm was ripped from her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and I was freed. My hands flew away from her tits as if recoiling from a hot stove. I could still feel the soft warmth of her flesh against my palms. A peaceful, happy glow crept over Jackie's features as she gasped for air. I was light headed, almost to the point of being dizzy. I collapsed next to her on my back, our shoulders pressing lightly against each other. What had I done? I covered my face with my hands, hiding my shame. I could smell the faint aroma of Jackie's perfume and the subtle musk of her breasts on my hands. My nipples were rock hard and throbbing. My pussy was wet and overheated. I desperately wanted to finger myself the Jackie had. Was I gay? Why did Jackie playing with herself affect me like this? Why on earth did I grab her tits? I knew part of the answer. Because she asked me to. A second reason floated in my thoughts I almost sobbed out loud. I also did it because I wanted to. I started to tremble and shake with the realization that I had feelings for Jackie that went way beyond being her best friend. I had always idolized her, but now I knew that was just a mask for a deeper longing. I felt something warm and wet brush my exposed belly. I was so wrapped up in my own inner turmoil it took me a moment to figure out that Jackie was gently kissing my stomach. I kept my face hidden behind my hands, frantically trying to decide how I should react. I felt her hair tantalizingly brush my skin and another warm, moist kiss caressed my skin. My legs became weak and I was grateful I was already lying down. A pair of hands glided up and down my sides as more slow, soft kisses rained down on my stomach. Her tongue traced small, tender circles on my skin. It was the most erotic, loving experience I had ever had. I felt my soul melting as my pussy heated up. I lay still, silently surrendering to her knowing touch, my face hidden behind my hands. "You are so beautiful, Michelle," she whispered, planting a soft kiss on my navel. "Thank you for helping me," as her fingers delicately stroked my ribs. "Your hands felt so good on my nipples," a gentle lick traced the outline of my bellybutton. I gasped involuntarily. "I love the way your skin feels and tastes," another kiss and more sliding fingertips. I was on fire. I could feel myself trembling, my skin vibrating with each touch. "I want to touch all of you," she whispered. Her hands slowly pushed my half-shirt up toward my neck. The lower edge of the material caught for moment on my erect nipples before sliding up to expose my large breasts. "Oh! They are beautiful." Her hands slowly caressed the sides of my breasts. I bit my lip silently. "Your tits are larger than mine, and so soft." Her fingers traced lazy eights along the sensitive undersides. "I love how large and pink your nipples are," she breathed. Her hot breath was just below my breasts. I could feel her hair brushing the undersides. "Your nipples are so hard. I bet they will get even bigger in my mouth." A weak whimper escaped from behind my hands. I had never wanted anything more in my life than to feel her sucking on my nipples. I felt hot breath wash over my left nipple. I stifled a groan. The hand on my right breast eased up the fleshy slope and captured my right nipple between two fingers. The sensation made me squirm beneath her. I was unprepared for the liquid heat of her mouth as it closed over my left nipple. I gasped and arched my back. Her lips and tongue toyed with the stiff nubbin like a cat with a fresh mouse. Jackie switched her mouth to my other nipple and her other hand took possession of my wet, engorged nipple. Time lost all meaning as I dissolved into a haze of sensual lust and desire. I writhed slowly beneath her, unable to lie still any longer. Eventually her mouth left my breasts as she trailed soft kisses back down my stomach. Both of her hands toyed with my swollen red nipples. "You liked that, I could tell," she whispered. I groaned my agreement, undulated uncontrollably. "I loved the way your nipples tasted. I could feel them getting bigger and harder in my mouth." Her tongue began to trace random figures on the skin beneath my navel but above my baggy boxer shorts. Her hands were fully extended and holding onto my quivering tits. Her hands left my tits and slid down my sides, raising goose bumps wherever they roamed. "Your skin is so soft," Jackie murmured. I felt her shift on the bed. Her head left my lower stomach. Her hands gently gripped my knees and spread my legs while simultaneously pulling them up. With my knees half bent and partially spread, I felt her shift positions again so that she was between my legs. I couldn't tell if she was sitting or kneeling. "You have gorgeous legs," she said throatily. Hearing that telltale of desire in her voice made my legs tremble. Her hands slid down the insides of my thighs, stopping at the edge of my boxers. They glided back up to my knees and then back down my thighs. This time they stopped a couple of inches inside the briefs. Up and down, each time moving closer to the heart of my passion. Each journey ended in slow circles traced on my quivering thighs. "I love the way you feel right...here," she said as her hands stroked the very tops of my inner thighs, just shy of the hollow that formed next to my overheated pussy lips. I moaned behind my hands. My hips and legs were shaking with need. I wanted her to touch my hot, liquid center. "This is so deliciously sexy," Jackie murmured. Her hands began to wander, explored all my upper thighs and lower belly. Her fingers traced the exposed curve of my ass cheeks and dipped into the hollows at the tops of the thighs. She caressed every part of me except for my aching pussy. I was grinding my hips, desperately trying to find her fingers. "I wonder if you look as hot as you feel?" Jackie asked. I could here the hungry grin in her voice. Her hands left my hips and I cried out softly in disappointment. She gripped the elastic waistband and began to pull them off of my hips. My knees had to come together and she shifted backwards to make room. I heard her gasp as my pussy was revealed. I hate body hair and keep myself completely shaven at all times. The boxer shorts were gone. I lay naked before her, wearing only my half-shirt, pushed up around my neck, leaving my tits fully exposed. "Oh my God, Michelle," Jackie said, her voice breaking. "You are so hot. So goddamn sexy. So absolutely fuckable." She gently pried my knees open again, much wider this time. I was aching for her to touch me. I needed her fingers to caress my pussy like they had caressed her own. I had been kept in a state of constant arousal for so long that I was on fire. Her hands slid up my thighs once more. No games this time, but straight to the very edges of my pussy. I silently begged her to move those fingers inside of me. Friday Night I was not prepared for what she did next. Her tongue eased apart my puffy lips, with a single long stroke. I cried out and snapped my hips up off the bed. Jackie's arms snaked underneath my legs and her lips fastened onto my pussy. I shook and writhed on the bed as her tongue lazily licked my pussy. She started low, on the small strip of skin just below the lips. Wide and flat, she licked up and over my clit, taking her time with each lick. After each lick her lips would capture one of my labia and gently suck it into her mouth. I was riding the waves of this sweet torment, climbing higher and higher. Jackie's hands gripped my forearms just below the elbows. Inexorably she pulled my hands away from my face. I kept my eyes tightly closed, my head thrashing from side to side. Jackie had described what it felt like when her boyfriends went down on her, but this was so much more that what I had imagined. "Look at me," Jackie whispered, her mouth leaving my heaving pussy. I frantically hunched my hips, trying to reattach myself to her tongue and lips. "Please, Michelle," Jackie begged. "Look at me." Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and looked down at her. There, framed between the twin peaks of my tits, Jackie lay between my legs. Her arms were wrapped around my upper thighs, her mouth barely an inch above my glistening pussy. Her eyes stared deeply into mine as she lowered her face down into my pussy. Her tongue and lips sought out my clit, massaging and flicking at the throbbing flesh. I exploded. Jackie's eyes held me pinned as the powerful orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. Jackie returned to the long slow licks and gentle nibbling on my lips as I descended from the height of pleasure. It wasn't long before I was rising toward another orgasm. She drew it out this time and I came again as her tongue dragged slowly over my clit. Jackie kept up her tender ministrations while I rode crest after crest of orgasmic pleasure. Finally I could take no more and pushed her face away. "Please," I gasped. "I can't take any more." "I believe it," Jackie said as she rose up from between my legs. "I didn't know a girl could cum that much." "Neither did I!" I said, trying to catch my breath. I curled up on my side, exhausted and content. Jackie crawled up behind me and laid down facing my back. I could feel the soft curves of her breasts and hips against my back and butt. She pulled the sheet up over our naked bodies. She snuggled in close and snaked her arm around my stomach. I felt the gentle warmth of her breath on my neck as I drifted off to sleep. I woke early. The events of the night before flooded my brain and a mild panic settle over me. I had sex with another girl. No guy had ever gotten further than feeling up my boobs through my shirt, yet I had let Jackie lick my pussy. Jackie stirred behind me. Her hand slid up my stomach and cupped my breast. Her hips moved languidly against my naked ass. It felt so good and so natural...and so right. "Mmmm," Jackie murmured. She planted a soft kiss on the back of my neck that left my skin tingling. Another just like it sent shivers down my spine. "Roll over," she whispered. I spun in place to face her, our boobs touching under the sheet. Jackie eased her top leg over mine, snugging her hips up against mine. I found myself staring into the deep brown pools of her eyes. Last night those eyes had mesmerized me more than once. It was the same this morning. Her hand reached up to caress my cheek. Her face was only an inch from mine. With the slightest lean forward, Jackie placed her lips on mine. Our mouths opened and our tongues met in a slow, soft dance. All of my worries vanished. This was what it was. There was no point in over analyzing it. Why should I put her or myself into that box or this one. It didn't matter if I was bi or gay, or straight. I was Michelle and she was Jackie, and that's all I needed to know. I accepted the situation for what it was. Jackie's eyes closed, releasing mine, as her kiss became more ardent. Her hands stroked my back and her leg pulled me in tighter. I was drowning in her kiss. My arms instinctively went around her neck and back. Her lips and tongue explored my willing mouth. It was the most exquisite kiss I had ever had. I don't know how long we lay their kissing, but finally Jackie pulled away. I pursued, urgently wanting more. She relented with one last, long kiss and then slid her hand between our mouths. "We should shower," Jackie whispered as I rained kisses on her palm. "I'm a sweaty, sticky mess, and I bet you are too." "Okay," I answered. "But you have to come in with me." "Oooh! How can I resist an over like that," she said with a grin. We climbed out of bed. I looked down at our naked bodies. Jackie was right. Both of us were sweaty, sticky and decidedly disheveled. I recognized a glow in Jackie's face. She called it her "fresh fucked" face. I had seen it a few times after some of her more exciting dates. A glance in the mirror over my vanity told me that I had that same look. I grabbed bathrobes for both us and we headed for the shower holding hands like two giggling schoolgirls. As soon as we stepped into the hot water we were in each other's arms kissing passionately. I could not get enough of her sexy mouth. Her hands slid down and gripped my ass, almost causing us to fall down. "Let me wash you," Jackie said, pulling away from my embrace. She lathered the soap in her bare hands, ignoring the washcloth. She cupped both of my breasts, hefting the large mounds and gently squeezing them. Her slippery fingers found my nipples and pulled on them until they were stiff and erect. "I love your tits," Jackie said coyly. "They are so yummy!" Her hands left my tingling nipples, causing me to pout comically for her. She washed my shoulders, arms, and belly. Silently, she turned me around and began on my back. Her hands reached my ass, coating the firm globes with soap. She took the blade of one hand and slid it between my ass cheeks, pushing deep into the crevice. "Got to make sure you're clean down here," she muttered into my ear. Her hand moved up and down between my cheeks causing strange new sensations. It was exciting and forbidden, and it was turning me on. I leaned forward and planted my hands on the wall of the shower stall. I quivered with each stroke of her hand across my asshole. It would never have occurred to me that it could be an erogenous zone. "Well, that seems to be nice and clean, for now," Jackie said. "But I think we need to clean you up in a few other places." Her hand moved lower and up between my legs, cupping my hairless pussy from behind. My knees almost buckled as her fingers stroked my outer lips. I move my knees apart to give her easier access. She slid her middle finger between the lips while still stroking the outside with her other fingers. Her middle finger went right to my clit and began to trace soft circles around and over it. In less than a minute I was cumming all over her hand, shaking and crying out softly. Jackie turned me around and let the shower water clean my slick pussy. "Well, I know why you like sex," I quipped breathlessly. I reached for the soap, determined to return the favor. I started with her breasts, just like she had. Jackie's boobs were firmer than mine, and a little softer. Her nipples grew hard and stiff under my tweaking fingers. Remembering her reactions last night, I pinched them carefully while pulling away from her chest. "Uhhh...god..." she whispered. "How did you know I like them pinched?" "Just lucky I guess." I pulled and rolled her nipples for a little while, watching her eyes begin to glaze over. I slid my hand down her belly until I could feel her close-cropped pussy hair. I toyed with it for a moment, teasing her with what was to come. Moving down, my fingers opened her pussy lips wide. I could feel the slick oil of her pussy juices mixing with the hot water. I let my fingers explore her heated, slippery inner flesh. I let my finger circle her clit. Jackie moaned and put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. I kept up the slow circling motions until she collapsed into my arms, her hips hunching into my hand as her orgasm flooded her senses. "I've never touched a woman's...you know, down there," I said, suddenly embarrassed. "Damn, that felt good," Jackie said, quivering. "It's my pussy. I hate the word cunt, and vagina sounds so clinical." "Okay. I've never touched a woman's...pussy before." "You can touch mine any time, so long as you do it like that." I laughed and helped her clean off, without the sexual hijinks this time. We toweled each other dry, taking care to spend extra time on all the best parts of each other's body. I had never imagined I would feel this comfortable with someone else's body, or even my own. I wasn't embarrassed to stand naked in front of her or to have her naked body fully exposed to me. "Can I borrow some clothes?" Jackie asked. "All I have here is that micro mini and the halter top. I don't want to give your dad a heart attack." "Sure. How do baggy shorts and a T-shirt sound?" "Okay. But I'm going to have to go commando because I don't have any panties or a bra." "Sounds fun," I said boldly. I rarely went out without proper underwear. "Then you should too." "But I have underwear I can put on." "You just said it sounds like fun. I wouldn't want to be the only one having fun." Trapped by my only logic, I put on a T-shirt and baggy shorts, sans panties and bra. It did feel kind of sexy and naughty. We headed downstairs for breakfast. Mom and Dad were at the table eating breakfast and we dropped into the chairs on the other side. Actually he was reading the paper with a plate of eggs in front of him, and she was cooking some for herself. "I didn't know Jackie stayed over," my Mom said. "I have some eggs cooking. Would you girls like some?" "Actually, I'd rather have one of those oranges and some toast," Jackie said. "I'm trying to watch my figure, unlike some people here." She poked me in the ribs as she said that and I squealed. "I'll have some eggs, Mom," I said. "I don't need to watch my figure." I poked her back and she yelped. "You'd think the two of you were 12 years old," My Dad said, grinning. "Play nice or I'll have to send you back up to your room." "Oh, no!" Jackie said with mock horror. "We would want to be sent back up to the bedroom." She dropped her hand directly into my crotch and gave my pussy a gentle squeeze through my thin shorts. Her touch made me gasp and I playfully slapped her arm. She shifted her hand to my upper thigh, but didn't remove it. "You two got a any plans for the day," my Dad asked. "Naw," I said. "I figured we'd just hang around the house." "Don't forget, your Mom and I are spending the day at the Antique Mall in Springfield. We probably won't be back until dinner time." "Okay." Jackie's hand slid up my thigh and under my shorts. The edge of her fingers came to rest on my naked pussy lips. I clamped her hand between my thighs. I turned and gave her the wide-eyed 'what the hell are you doing' look. She gave me the 'whatever are to talking about look.' I mean, we were right at the kitchen table with my parents! Even trapped between my legs, her fingers managed to worm their way between my pussy lips and began to stroke the sensitive inner flesh. I tried to casually push her arm away, but she was stronger than I am. Jackie wasn't even looking at me. She was slowly eating her orange in her other hand and reading the back of the paper my Dad was holding. Her fingers were working their magic on me, sliding up and down through my slit. I was getting turned on quickly. Mom and Dad were chatting with each other, so I didn't have to pay much attention. I felt my pussy beginning to moisten as Jackie's fingers caressed my inner lips. Damn that girl for talking me into not wearing any panties. I was just getting ready to stand up so I could get away from those dancing fingers when my Mom plopped a plate of eggs in front of me. I mumbled a thank you, completely unable to focus by now. "Why don't you spread them?" Jackie asked innocently. "What?" "Spread them," she repeated, pulling on my leg to make her meaning clear. "Spread the eggs around on your plate to cool them off." "Oh." I gave in to her and spread my legs wider, freeing her hand to move any way she wanted. She immediately repositioned her fingers to get to my clit. I bit my lip and aimlessly pushed my eggs around on my plate. Her fingers were delicately stroking my clit, while occasionally exploring my totally wet and slippery inner lips. I was terrified my mother would catch us. For some reason that fear gave an extra sense of urgency to what Jackie was doing. I wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. I mechanically ate a bite of my eggs. My left hand was gripping the edge of the table tightly. My legs were trembling. I was having trouble keeping my breathing even. Jackie wasn't even looking at me. She was still reading the outside of the paper. I put another forkful of eggs in my mouth. "Mmmm," I moaned as a lovely orgasm rippled outward from my pussy. "What, dear?" My Mom asked. "Mmmm," I moaned again. "Good...mmm...eggs, Mom." Mercifully, Jackie pulled her hand out of my liquid pussy. "I didn't do anything special," Mom said. "But I'm glad you like them." Jackie pulled her hand out from under the table, her fingers coated with my shiny juices. Looking my straight in the eye, she slowly licked them clean. Watching her sent a tingle down my spine. My parents didn't even notice. "Are you girls cold?" my Mom asked. "I can turn down the air-conditioning." My Dad looked up at us. His gaze flicked over to Jackie. He eyes widened slightly and a flush rose to his cheeks. Suddenly he found a very interesting article in the paper. I glanced over at Jackie. Her nipples were fully erect and poking holes in her T-shirt. I realized mine were in the same condition. No wonder Mom thought we were cold. I shoveled two more bites of eggs in my mouth and stood up from the table. I could feel a trickle of fluid leaking down my leg. I hoped there wasn't a wet spot where I had been sitting. "You don't need to change the setting, Mom. We'll just change into some warmer clothes." I grabbed Jackie's hand pulled her up too. Hand in hand we headed for my room. As soon as we rounded the corner of the living room, out of sight of the kitchen, Jackie pushed me up against the wall. Her mouth frantically sought mine and we locked lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Her hands pushed up under my shirt and cupped my aching tits. Mine pushed under the elastic of her shorts and gripped the firm round cheeks of her ass. God, she had a nice ass. Our mouths were devouring each other. Our tongues dueling like fleshy fencers. Small moans and groans were swallowed up by the other's mouth. Her fingers were pinching and pulling on my nipples. My hands were squeezing and caressing her ass. This was not the gentle, timeless lovemaking of the night before. This was reckless need, fueled by wanton lust. Our hips ground together, desperately seeking pussy to pussy contact. I moved on hand off of her ass cheek and up under her shirt. Her fully erect nipples were easy to find and I groaned into her mouth as I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. In the distance I could here my parent making meaningless noises in the kitchen. Jackie's hands left my tits and moved down to the waistband of my shorts. With a quick push she had my pants down, the elastic barely holding them on my upper thighs. I mimicked her, pushing pants down as well. They pooled as her feet. Our now naked hips pressed urgently against each other. Her thigh slipped between my legs and my between hers. She gripped my ass tightly in both hands and began to hump my leg. I moved my hands to hold her quivering ass cheeks and began to frantically rub my hairless pussy against her smooth, muscular thigh. Our mouths were still locked in an intense kiss. I could feel her tiny patch of pubic hair lightly scratching my thigh. Her pussy fluids were quickly lubricating it. She shifted positions slightly and I could suddenly feel her spread pussy lips directly on my leg. The hard little knob of her clit was tracing a line up and down against my flesh. Imitating her, I spread my knees a little more and hunch up and into her thigh. My pussy lips split wide and I could feel her whole thigh against my hot, wet inner flesh. My clit was rubbing directly against her smooth skin. Jackie began to moan loudly in my mouth. I did everything I could to swallow her scream as her hips jerked spasmodically against my leg. Her fingernails were digging into my ass...and then I was cumming too. I hunched frantically against her as my clit slid through the slippery trail of juices on her thigh. And then I was ignited. I hung to Jackie for dear life and I spasmed against her leg. My hands on her glorious ass cheeks pulled her tight into me. Our orgasms slowly receded and we clung to each other, as much to prevent us from falling down as for the wonderful feel of naked flesh pressed up against our skin. Our hungry kisses turned soft and loving. I sucked gently on her lower lip and she traced circle around my lips with her tongue. Our hands played with each others naked ass cheeks. In many ways the afterglow of sex was every bit as good as the event itself. My shorts had fallen down around my ankles at some point. "Have you seen my keys?" I heard my Dad say from around the corner in the kitchen. Amazingly they hadn't heard the noises of our lovemaking. "They're in the living room, dear," my Mother answered. Oh my God! Any second now he would be coming into the room with us. Jackie and I scrambled to climb the stairs to my bedroom. With our pants around our ankles we were staggering forward. I pulled mine halfway up, almost falling over in the process. Jackie just stepped out of hers and raced up the stairs ahead of me, her firm round buttocks churning. We managed to get up and out of view just as my Dad entered the living room. Giggling like kids, we collapsed on my bed, safe behind the closed door. "You are an animal," I accused. "What kind of a pervert has sex three times by breakfast?" "They you must be the pervert," Jackie quipped back, smiling. "I've only has sex twice this morning. You're the one that's done it three times." "I guess we're both just horny sex fiends. Do you think you can keep your hands out of my pussy long enough for us to get dressed for real this time?" "Oh, fine. If you want to be boring, I suppose I can." We cleaned up and got dressed for real, although Jackie still had to go commando. Lying together in my room, holding hands, I heard my parent's car pull out of the driveway. We had the run of the house. I'm not even sure what we did for the next few hours. I know we watched a bad movie on cable and listened to some music, but mostly we just talked. We were lying on an overstuffed comforter on the floor in front of the TV, although it had just been turned off. "Jackie, was last night on purpose, or did you plan that?" "A little of both. The stuff I told about Brad really did happen." "So he really did leave you so worked up you had to...you know...do yourself?" "Oh yeah," Jackie said emphatically. "I was a wreck." "Oh." "Michelle, I've had a serious crush on you for months. There were a lot of times I had to leave the room just so I wouldn't kiss you." "I had no idea." "Yeah. You know how sexual I am. I think I've told you about every single thing that's ever happened in my sex life. Sometimes when I would be telling you those stories I would be hoping that you would get so turned on you would make the first move." Friday Night "No way! Sorry, but I'm not as brave as you are. I would never have had the guts to make that first move," I said shaking my head. "Well, last night I couldn't take it anymore. You were sitting there watching me play with myself and I just had to have you touching me. Are you okay with this? I mean with the two of us?" "I was scared at first. I mean, I was worried that I was a lesbian or something. I'm still not sure about that. But being with you feels so right, I don't care." "I hate those labels. It's like being lesbian or bi says more about you that how you treat people, or how smart you are, or anything else." "I was thinking the same thing last night. When I stopped worrying about what box people would put me in, it became a lot easier to just be who I am. And who I am is a girl that wants to be with you." Jackie kissed me tenderly on the mouth. "I want to be with you too, Michelle. I've wanted to for a long time. If I had know what a good lover you are, I would have done it a long time ago!" "So I'm better than all those boys you screw?" I said, teasing. "Even Jay?" I knew had been a bad lover. "Oh please! My dog is probably better in bed than Jay. He'd certainly last longer." We both laughed. "So are you going to break up with Brad?" I asked, suddenly nervous. This was important to me. Was she serious about wanting to be with me, or was it just sex. "I have a date with him tonight." "Are you going?" "I think I have to." I wasn't brave enough to beg her not to go. I didn't even have the courage to ask her why. If she wanted to be with me so badly, why did she need to go out with Brad? The thought of her dumping me for him was terrifying. It was bad enough having to wrestle with the alien idea of being in love with another woman. Whoa! Was I really in love with Jackie? There hadn't been time to think about the depth of my feelings for her. I had know her for years as my best friend, and I had loved her platonically for a long time. What separated love with a little 'l' from Love with a big 'L'? It was more that just sex, I was sure. I guess I really did Love Jackie. "Hey, you're suddenly quiet," Jackie said. "Sorry. I was just thinking." "About what?" My courage failed me again. I have never been a brave person. "Oh, just last. It was the most amazing sex I've ever had." That was true. "I thought you were a virgin?" Jackie teased. "Well, okay. So it is also the only sex I've ever had, but it was still amazing. I never imagined it could be that good." "Well I was serious when I said you were the best lover I've ever had." I snuggled up close to her, throwing a leg over hers and draping my arm across her back. I inched in closer and laid my head on her shoulder. "Mmmm. That feels nice," Jackie purred. I leaned in and softly kissed her ear. She made a low noise in her throat. I kissed her ear again. I let my tongue trace the edges of her ear and play with the soft, dangling lobe. When I tired of that, I pulled her dark hair away from her neck and planted a soft kiss on the smooth skin. I was rewarded with some goose bumps and another soft noise. It was getting tough to reach her neck while lying next her, so I swung up and over to lie on her back. My knees straddle her buttocks. I held most of my weight on my hands and knees, and only allowed my hips to apply and significant pressure on her. From here I could easily kiss all over neck, which I proceeded to do. I took my time, remembering the sweet, slow torture she had put me through last night. I alternated soft brushes with my pursed lips and tracing lazy figures with my wet tongue. I could feel her ass cheeks clenching and releasing underneath my hips. Having reached the edge of her shirt, I tugged the hemline up, and Jackie helped me strip it off of her. Now her whole back was exposed. Jackie has flawless skin, smooth and with almost no blemishes. I picked up where I had left off, kissing and licking my way down her back. I took my time, enjoying every shiver and goose bump. When my mouth went dry, I sat up and stroked her back with my fingertips, tracing abstract patterns on her skin. I let my fingers brush against the exposed sides of her breasts, causing her to moan softly. While I was sitting, I stripped off my shirt and bra. I slid down her legs and went back to the kisses, but much lower this time. My mouth finally reached the dimples in her lower back, just above her pants line. As a tease, I swiped a long, wet trail all the way back up to her neck. I let my erect nipples drag along her naked back and then lay full on her, kissing her neck repeatedly. Jackie groaned and writhed underneath my weight. Reversing course, I trailed a path back down to the edge of her pants, my nipples trailing their twin paths ahead of me. Her pants were definitely in the way. I had to climb off her to peel them down her legs and off. Because she wore no panties or bra, this left her completely naked. I could smell her desire. She didn't look up, but just lay there compliantly. I was reminded of my hiding behind my hands last night, except that this felt much more natural. I quickly shucked my pants and panties so I could be just as naked. Facing her feet, I kissed and stroked my way up her left leg. I paid extra attention to her gorgeous, tanned thighs. Reaching the cleft between her leg and ass, the aroma of her passion was unmistakable. I transferred my attention to her firm, round ass cheek, kissing and licking it all over. Jackie was having a difficult time lying still. Her ass would clench and release and her legs were trembling ever so slightly. Knowing I was being a tease, I moved back down to her right calf and repeated the entire treatment. By the time I was kissing and licking her wonderfully bare ass cheeks, Jackie was practically squirming. I climbed between her legs, forcing her to spread them. Placing a hand on each check I spread her wide. I could see the puckered pink ring of her anus, slightly distorted by my pressure. Below that were her glistening pussy lips. We would have to wash the comforter when we were done. A small, wet stain was spread below them. "You are beautiful," I croaked. Jackie just wriggled. Release her cheeks, I slid one hand down between her legs and stroked the moist outer lips of her pussy. My fingers danced along her innermost thighs and caressed her puffy pussy lips, but they never opened them up. Jackie was writhing more and more. I could tell she wanted me to touch her where she needed it the most. "Roll over," I said softly. Without hesitating, Jackie flipped over, arranging herself so that her legs were on either side of me. Her eyes were bright with lust and desire. I scooted down to where my mouth could reach her knees. I alternated kisses on each of her inner thighs, moving steadily up toward her hot center. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to lick her pussy just like she had done to mine. I wanted to give her that indescribable pleasure of feeling a hot, wet tongue sliding between her labia and flicking across her clit. I was scared I wouldn't like it. I was frightened it would taste horrible and that I wouldn't be able to do it. I mean, before today I had never even touched another woman, let alone put my mouth on her pussy. I found my courage in my need to hold onto Jackie. I was more frightened of losing her to Brad than I was of performing oral sex. I desperately wanted to make love to her so passionately that she would come back to me and not go to him. I resolved to love her with my mouth with as much tenderness and passion as she had done to me. I tentatively licked her outer lips, causing Jackie to inhale sharply. The mildly salty, musky taste was intoxicating. My next lick was right up the center of her cleft. Jackie moaned and I could see her head rocking from side to side. I hadn't realized that the taste of a woman's pussy isn't what is important. It's that marvelous texture. Encouraged, I explored all of her marvelous folds with my tongue. I slithered between the inner and outer lips, delighted with the different textures. Jackie's hands were gently stroking my hair. I slid both of my hands under her firm, quivering ass cheeks. The feel of those globes was exciting. I continued to tenderly lick her pussy all over, loving how it felt and loving how she was reacting to my kisses. Her moans and groans were accompanied by occasional twitches of her hips or undulations of her entire body. Her stiff, throbbing clit was easy to find. I gently sucked it into my mouth and curled my tongue around its. "Oh, yeah!" Jackie cried out. "That's it baby. God, your tongue is driving me crazy." I began to quickly flick the tip of my tongue over her clit. It only took seconds for her to cum. Her whole body went rigid as she cried out. Then she was flailing uncontrollably on the floor. I snaked my arms around her upper thighs and held on for dear life. I continued my assault on her clit. Her gently stroking hands gripped my hair fiercely. Her cries turned to sobs as her body continued to shake and quiver. Finally her hands weakly tried to push my face away, but I held on tight. However, I did stop with the rapid tongue flicks. Releasing her clit, I resumed the long slow licks. I loved the feel of her inner flesh on my tongue. I used my lips to gently massage her pussy lips. Jackie was still groaning and writhing in slow motion. I settled into a pattern of long, slow lick with the flat of my tongue. Each one started with the tip of my tongue just inside her vagina and ended with the full pressure on my tongue gliding over her clit. Her body began to shake with a second orgasm, gentler but deeper than the first. I kept the pace slow and gentle, but insistent and unrelenting. She had several more of those deep, rolling orgasm. I was too engrossed in what I was doing to count them. "Michelle, please stop," Jackie finally begged. "I don't think I can take any more." "Just one more," I pleaded, lifting my face from between her legs for a moment. "I want to give you one more." "Oh, God," She said, flopping her head back on the floor. I tenderly sucked her clit back into my mouth, gently massaging it with my lips. "Oh, shit!" Jackie hissed. Her entire body tensed. I kept milking that tiny knob until she came with a wail. Her hands were clutching at the comforter and at my head. Her back was arched and her hips kept jerking underneath my face. As this last, powerful orgasm subsided, I released her clit and rained light, gentle kisses on the outer lips of her pussy, avoiding the over stimulated inner flesh. Jackie's whole body was shaking and I could hear her crying. I knew those were tears of release, not of sorrow. "Come up here," Jackie begged hoarsely. I crawled up her body, feeling the full press of her naked flesh against mine. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Once again, I knew they were tears of joy and passion, not sadness or anger. She pulled my face down to hers, holding my cheeks in her hands. We kissed passionately over and over. I could feel the wet, sticky juices that coated my face rubbing off onto her lips and face. She didn't care. We lay there naked, hugging and kissing for the longest time. No words were spoken. I'm not sure Jackie could have managed a coherent conversation. Strangely, I did not feel the least bit horny. Everything I had done was just for her, to show her how much I loved her. "I have to go," Jackie said. We were still twined together naked on the comforter in my living room. "Please, stay with me," I begged, my voice breaking. "Don't see Brad tonight." "I need to." "Buy why? Don't you love me?" I realized I had stepped over the boundary. I had used the L word. Jackie had been my lover for less than 24 hours and I just implied I was in love with her. It didn't matter that it was true. Even I knew that the surest way to lose a new lover was to push your emotions on them too soon. Now Jackie probably thought I was some sort of lovesick cow. "Michelle, you're very special to me," Jackie said. "I don't want to hurt you." I began to cry. It just wasn't fair. I was going to lose her because I couldn't keep my big fat mouth shut. My crying was only going to make matters worse, but I couldn't help myself. My tears were half misery and half anger at my own stupidity. "Then don't go," I said angrily. "I don't think I can explain it in a way you would understand or accept. I just know I have to do this." I rolled away from her and buried my face in the comforter, sobbing uncontrollably. Jackie moved over and draped her naked body over mine. She gently kissed my head and my shoulder. "Why don't you just go. If being with Brad is so fucking important to you, I wouldn't want you to be late," I said. I rarely used foul language and Jackie knew it. "I'll come back," Jackie said, her voice trembling. "I'm not going to let it end like this. I really do care for you Michelle." "Fuck you!" I screamed and burst into more tears. I knew I was driving her away. The pain of my rejecting her was more bearable than the pain of her rejecting me. She left the house without another word. I lay there crying for a long time. When I heard my parent's car in the driveway, I listlessly picked up the comforter and my clothes and took them to my room. I didn't come down for dinner, claiming to have eaten earlier. I told Mom I was really tired and just wanted to go to bed. Something touched my cheek. Half buried under the covers, I slowly drifted into wakefulness. Someone kissed my on the cheek again. This time I was awake enough to know it was a kiss. I managed to pry my eyes open and saw Jackie kneeling beside the bed, her face only inches from mine. My heart skipped a beat. "Good morning beautiful," She said, smiling. "May I join you?" Then I realized she was stark naked. Even after she betrayed me, I knew I couldn't shut her out. Silently I held up the covers and she slid in next to me. She put her arms around me, but I resisted the urge to put mine around her. She kissed the tip of my nose. "Are you still mad at me?" Jackie asked. "That depends," I answered sulkily. Oh God, please let her tell me she wants me. "I broke up with Brad last night. That's part of what I needed to do. I wanted to do it in person. It wouldn't have been fair to do it over the phone." "What else?" I asked. I knew that couldn't be all. If all she needed to do was break up with him, she could have told me that yesterday. Never the less, my heart was singing and I put my arms around her. I moved in closer and laid my head on her shoulder. "You're too damn smart. The rest is harder to explain." "So try." "I needed to know for sure." "I don't understand." "Yesterday was wonderful and scary. I've fantasized about being with you for long time, but I never realized how intense it would be. That was pretty scary. I've never felt like that with anyone else before. I needed to be with someone else one more time just to make sure." "That doesn't make any sense." "I know it doesn't. But feelings aren't logical, at least mine aren't. I think I was just scared Michelle. I didn't know who I was. I was drowning in you and it was scary." "So I'm scary?" I asked, lamely attempting some humor. "Yes. You're also smart, funny, caring, and sexy." "Stop trying to butter me up," I said with a wan smile. "Ooh! That sounds yummy," Jackie said with a twinkle. "I would just have to lick it all off you."I pinched her ribs playfully. She yelped and squirmed underneath me. So far I like the way this conversation was going, but I was still wary. "You probably aren't going to understand this, I'm not sure I do. I just hope you can forgive me," Jackie took a deep breath. "I fucked Brad last night." We both lay very still. She was waiting for my response. So was I. I decided I needed to hear more. "Why?" "I had to know. I was having trouble separating sex from feelings and boys from girls. I told you it didn't make sense. I was hoping that if I fucked him I would be able to figure out if what was between us was more than just sex. I was also hoping to figure out if I liked girls better than boys." "Okay. So what have you learned?" "Well, for one thing, Brad is a really good lay. You probably didn't want to hear that, but I want to be totally honest with you. Sex with him was really good, but I don't have any deep feelings for him. I do have deep feelings for you. I guess I also learned that for me sex and emotions don't have to go together. I can fuck someone and have great time, with multiple orgasms and everything, and it doesn't have to mean anything. I could walk away and still be friends. I'm also pretty sure I'm just as much into guys as girls, at least sexually." She had deep feelings for me! I could live with the rest of it just knowing that. "So making love to Brad was the same as making love to me?" I asked. "God, no! Brad and I fucked. You and I make love. Just because I can have sex with someone and just enjoy the physical part of it doesn't mean that's the only way. First of all, you are a much better lover than Brad. Second, my feelings for you make having sex so much more intense. That's what scared me in the first place. Right now, I don't want to be with Brad. I don't want to be with anyone other than you." I grabbed the hem of my sleep shirt and pulled it up and off. Next the short followed, pushed down deep under the sheet. Naked, I crawled on top of Jackie and kissed her passionately. Our bodies molded into one another. Her tongue caressed mine as her arms held me close. I loved the way she kissed. I could feel her nipples stiffening against the soft flesh of my breasts. I'm sure mine were doing the same to hers. "Does this mean you forgive me?" Jackie asked after several long deep kisses. "Are you done with Brad?" I asked. "I don't think I would like it if you did any more experiments with sex like that." "No more Brad. No other boys. No other girls even. Just you and me. However, that means you are going to have to satisfy my insatiable sexual appetite," she said grinning. My answer was to force my leg between hers. Trapping her thigh between mine, I ground my hips suggestively into hers. I could feel her patch of pubic hair grinding against my upper thigh. She purred appreciatively. I pulled my leg out and squirmed high up onto her body. "Tease!" Jackie chided me. I sat on her stomach, pinning her to the bed. Leaning forward, I dangled my pendulous breasts in her face. She cupped each of my generous mounds in her hands and directed my left nipple into her mouth. Her tongue slathered my nipple, tracing circles around the areola. I sighed as the heavenly feeling of her mouth stirred lust in my loins. Jackie switched breasts, drawing the other nipple into her mouth. Her fingers found my other nipple, all wet and stiff from her lips and tongue. While she sucked and licked my right nipple, her fingers tweaked and rolled my left nipple. I shivered as sparks of pleasure shot through me. She continued to play with my breasts until I was humping my hairless pussy into her stomach, leaving a wet streak across her belly. Jackie released my nipple from her mouth and gripped both of them between her thumbs and forefingers. She pulled on them gently but insistently until I gasped. She kept pulling, forcing me to lean further over her. She began to kiss my upper stomach just below my breasts. Her tugging forced me to scoot up toward her head. Jackie let go of my nipples and reached down to grip my ass, now easily within her reach. She kept kissing my stomach while pulling me forward. I didn't know what she wanted, but I was willing to do anything for those magic hands and wonderful mouth. When I got to the point where I was straddling her chest, she scooted underneath me so that her face was directly underneath my soaking wet pussy. Now I understood. She pushed gently on my ass until my pussy was plastered over her mouth. This position felt so sexy and dirty all at the same time. Friday Night Jackie's tongue stabbed deep into my vagina. I gasped as my legs turned to gelatin. She rimmed the inside of my hole, making me quiver with delight. With a firm grip on my ass, she maneuvered me off of her tongue and down so that her lips could play with my clit. Her gentle sucks and tender licks were quickly raising the heat of my passion. I was having trouble holding myself up on my arms. I was riding on the brink of orgasm when she released my clit. I cried out in disappointment, undulating my hips to try and recapture her tongue. She teased me with her mouth, keeping me on the brink until I was desperate to cum. Finally relenting, she sucked hard on my clit while simultaneously sliding a finger deep into my ass. I shrieked as a powerful orgasm broke across my body like a tidal wave on the shore. Her finger moved in and out of my ass while her lips and tongue lashed my clit. I humped her face uncontrollably, drowning in sensation. As my orgasm subsided, her lips and tongue caressed the folds of my pussy, avoiding my overly sensitive clit. Her finger remained buried deep in my ass. I wriggled on her face and she pushed it in deeper sending strange waves of pleasure coursing though my body. I would never have thought to put a finger in my butt. I certainly wouldn't have thought it would feel good. Jackie's finger felt wonderful buried deep in my ass. With a push and a roll, her finger popped out of my bottom and I rolled over onto my back, grateful to not be supporting my weight on my arms any more. Jackie got up off the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard water running for a minute and then she returned. "It's always a good idea to clean up right after doing that," Jackie said as she slipped back under the covers with me. "Damn! Where do you learn all this stuff?" I asked. "Every time we make love you show me something new that I didn't know." "Brad did it to me last night," she said. "It felt good, so I thought I'd try it on you." I reached for her and pulled her into a deep kiss. I trailed my hand down to her breasts. My fingers twiddled her nipples while my tongue explored her mouth. As soon as her nipples were fully erect, I moved my hand down further until I felt the small patch of pubic hair right above her pussy. My middle finger slipped easily into the wet, slippery folds. Jackie moaned into my mouth and spread her legs in encouragement. "Want to try something else new?" Jackie asked, pulling her mouth away from mine. "Sure," I said, flicking my fingertip over her clit. "Uhhh!...Oh, Michelle...I love it when you do that." So I did it again. And again. Jackie clamped down on my wrist. "You're going to spoil my surprise if you keep that up." "What? Are you hiding something in there?" I asked mischievously. Jackie reached down off the side of the bed and retrieved a big rubber penis. My eyes grew wide when I saw it. I had never seen an erect penis before, and even though this wasn't the real thing, it looked huge. "This is Mike," Jackie said. "I named it after you, but with the masculine version of Michelle." "Is this what a penis really looks like?" "It's pretty close, but the color is wrong. Also it's bigger than most guy's cocks." "Damn! I hope so." "I want you to use it on me. I want you to fuck me with it. It will almost be like you are a guy fucking me with his cock. This way there isn't anything that they can do for me that you can't." Jackie had a pretty twisted way of looking at things sometimes. She had sex with a guy to prove to herself that she wanted to be with me. Now she wanted me to use this rubber penis on her to prove to me that she wouldn't have any reason to leave me. I moved down between her legs and she shifted to give me room. She spread her legs wide, her knees up high. I put the head of the rubber monster on the entrance to her vagina. I had to use my other hand to spread her lips out of the way. Jackie was very wet, and her juices lubricated the head of the dildo. I pushed it in a half an inch or so and then pulled it back out. The head glistened with her fluids. The second time it went in deeper. With each stroke more and more of the dildo vanished inside her vagina. "Wow! This whole thing fits inside of you." "Oh, yeah...all of it. Now fuck me with it Michelle." The sight of this artificial penis moving in and out of Jackie's pussy mesmerized me. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy and erratic. Her pussy lips seemed to cling to it as I retracted the dildo. Then I remembered something I had read in a magazine once about a woman's G spot. I tilted the base down slightly so that the head would rub up against the roof of her vagina, right where the G spot was supposed to be. "Oh...Oh!...Oohhhhh!" Jackie cried out as an orgasm raced through her. Her head was thrashing from side to side and her white knuckled hands were clenching the bed covers. When she began to calm down, I slowed down the motion of the dildo. "Where did you learn that trick?" Jackie asked breathlessly. "I've never had a guy hit my spot like that before. That was amazing." "I guess you're not the only one that knows a few tricks," I said proudly. "Turn it on." "What?" "Twist the base. Mike is just a dildo, he's also a vibrator. Turn it on." I looked at the base of the dildo, still stuck half way up Jackie's pussy and saw that she was right. I twisted the base and the whole unit began to hum. I could feel the vibrations all the way up to my elbow. "Shit!" Jackie cried. "Fuck me, Michelle. Fuck me with it." I moved the vibrating toy rhythmically in and out of her pussy. Jackie was lost in another world, a place of ecstasy and euphoria. She was trembling all over and arching her back as the vibrator brought her closer and closer to another climax. The she pushed over the top. Wailing and crying out, she writhed on the bed before me. Giving the girl I loved this much pleasure was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I pumped the vibrator in and out of her pussy until she couldn't take any more. "Stop...please stop," Jackie gasped. "I can't breathe!" I turned off the vibrator, but left it embedded in her pussy. I had an idea for something else I wanted to do, but I needed her to calm down first. I moved the dildo in and out of her pussy in a slow, lazy rhythm. When Jackie could focus again, I laid down between her legs. She looked down at me with disbelief. "You want more? Michelle, you are even more of a sex fiend than I am." I put my mouth over her pussy and gently began to play with her clit. At the same time, I angled the dildo to reach her G spot again. "Oh my God...Michelle...you little demon...you're going to rip me apart!" She was rising fast under the double stimulation of my tongue and the dildo. That's when I turned on the vibrator. Her whole body went rigid at once. Her hands wrapped themselves in my hair and she grunted and shrieked as one last powerful orgasm rocked her world. I could feel the juices on my face as her clit throbbed underneath my tongue. The vibrations from the toy buzzed my chin and face. Jackie was pawing at my head, trying to escape the unrelenting ecstasy. When I felt her body collapse weakly on the bed, I turned off the vibrator and sat up. With a cat's grin on my face I looked down at her still twitching form. I had given Jackie something no guy, and I hope no girl, could ever give her. I looked closely at her and realized that she had passed out. That last orgasm had been too much. I knew then that she would be mine for a long time. Friday Night Sara closed the door to the storeroom, where I was starting to pack away the games from the youth club's Friday meeting. The music and sounds of the members good naturedly debating the relative merits of their favourite bands or football teams was suddenly muffled. I looked up and saw her standing, just smiling, in the doorway. For a moment, neither of us spoke, we just looked at each other. I was waiting for her to speak, perhaps to admit to some problem that was troubling her. "It was my birthday on Tuesday," she said, "I'm eighteen now." "Congratulations for Tuesday," I replied, "I'm sorry I hadn't realised. We'd have sung 'happy birthday to you. Did you have a nice birthday?" Sara shook her head, " Not really, " she whispered, almost too quietly for me to hear, " Mum and Dad told me that I could have a proper party for my twenty-first, but they couldn't afford anything at the moment." "I'm sorry to hear that. I wish we'd have known, we could have made tonight a party night." I soothed. Sara moved closer, until I could smell the light scent of her soap. Some of the girls would drench themselves in body spray, so that they were surrounded by a cloud of perfume, almost strong enough to make my eyes water. Sara just smelt of soap and baby powder, with a hint of something else that I realised was her own excitement. "You could always make it up to me by buying me a drink. " she whispered, standing close enough for me to feel her breathing, "I'm old enough now." "When were you thinking of?" I asked, quietly. "Tonight. I've told Mum and Dad that I'm staying over at Jane's, so they aren't expecting me." I took a deep breath and nodded. Part of me felt trapped and I could not tell whether my heart was racing because of nerves or because of lust. Sara had caught my eye before with her unconscious grace and a rather sexy shyness. She always seemed to be in the shadow of her older, much plainer sister. She usually dressed in baggy jumpers and worn jeans to disguise her slender, but delicately curved figure. It seemed to take forever to get everybody out and lock up, but it was only a quarter after nine when I finally turned out the lights and walked over to my car. Sara appeared from the shadows and walked over to stand by the passenger door. She had swapped her baggy jumper for a denim jacket, which she had left partially unbuttoned to show a black bustier. "Well? Where are you going to take me?" She giggled, watching my eyes as I gazed at her i the light from the street lamps. I named a busy, fairly trendy, pub on the other side of town, not far from my flat. She grinned even wider and nodded, as she slid into the passenger seat. I assume I drove as carefully as I normally do, but I can honestly say that I paid almost no attention to the drive. All I seemed to be aware of was the smell of her and the closeness of her body. I recall that I accidentally brushed the back of my hand against her thigh, just above her knee, as I changed gear. Each time she slid a little lower in her seat and let her knee relax towards my hand a little. The pub was heavingly busy, the clientele spilling into the beer garden and the car park when we arrived. Sara just shrugged when I asked her what she would like to drink, so I brought back a wine and soda for her and a mineral water for myself. She gulped the drink as though it were soda pop and, giggling, held out her glass for a refill. I left my glass with her and returned to the bar, luckily catching the barmaid's attention and getting another drink in record time. This time, Sara sipped at the drink more slowly. I smiled and raised my glass. "Happy Birthday!" I shouted, to make myself heard over the pounding jukebox. "Thank you." Sara mouthed back. I took her gently by her elbow and steered her towards the quieter and cooler beer garden. Sara slid between the people like a cat, leaving me to follow . Outside we found a corner f the wall and perched opposite each other. She had unfastened the jacket and I could see the way the black silk bustier cradled her tiny breasts, pushing them upwards and inwards just enough to hint at a cleavage. Her waist was almost narrow enough for me to be able to encircle it with my hands but then her hips flared. Her jeans were moulded tightly round taut, firm buttocks and long legs, leading to dainty, almost doll-like feet. "You live near here, don't you?" Sara asked. "Not far, just around the corner, in fact. You could almost say this is my local." I informed her. "Would you mind, I mean, would you, erm, show me where you live?" she continued. "What now?" "Please…" I just shrugged and then nodded. Sara knocked back the rest of her drink and stood up. We made our way to my car and I drove the short distance to my flat. I gestured politely for her to precede me as I unlocked the door. She stood in the hallway and looked around, taking in the framed photographs on the walls and the pile of post on the little table. "You're in the hall, at the far end is the kitchen and dining area, through there is the lounge and this is the toilet and bathroom. That's my bedroom and the other door is a spare room." I told her in one long breath. She wandered down the hallway into the lounge and laid her coat across the back of my sofa. I stood in the doorway and looked at her, watching the way the light caught in her eyes and the way her braided hair swung as she turned her head. She stood by the window, looking down at the street for a moment and then turned and stepped close up to me. I felt her arms slide around my waist and tighten as she laid her head upon my chest and hugged me. I looked down into her eyes and saw her lips pout a little. Almost without realising I had lowered my head the fraction needed to brush my lips across her mouth and kiss her. She let go of my waist and brought her hands up to my face, holding it between her cool palms as she opened her mouth and thrust her tongue out, between my lips and into my mouth. I could feel her sucking greedily on my tongue as I slid it between her lips. We broke apart, both of us gasping and Sara took my hand and led me back down the hallway and into my bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it as she grabbed me and pulled me close to her again. I felt her lip parting as I kissed her again and I slid my hands slowly down her back until I could rest them on the curve of her buttocks and press her hard against me. Sara groaned into my mouth as I squeezed her bottom gently. I stepped back and drew her away from the door, then began to unfasten the hooks on the front of her top, slowly peeling the black silk away from the small nubbins of her breasts. Slowly I pushed the material away and cupped my hands over her breasts, feeling the points of her nipples pressing against my palms. I glanced down and saw them sticking out like hard brown cones against the smooth white curve of her boobs. She moaned again as I stroked them between my fingers and thumbs, feeling her breasts swell and the nipples stiffen as I played with them gently. I finished undoing her top and let it fall to the floor as I bent down a little and took the brown hardness of her nipple in my mouth, swirling the tip of my tongue over it and around it, making it wet and slippery with spit. I sucked a little harder, stretching it into my mouth and gripping it with the edges of my teeth, nibbling softly. I could hear the hiss of her breath, through her teeth, and a whispered groan, as I teased and tormented her. I squeezed the shallow mounds of her breasts, making her nipples stand out further, so that I could suckle on her and taste their sweetness, like juicy, ripe berries. Releasing her breasts, I slid my hands down, over her belly and began to unbutton her jeans. Her pale breasts showed red prints of my hands, where I had squeezed them, like wine stains on her skin. She wriggled a little to ease the waist of her jeans over the curve of her hips and let the worn denim fall onto the floor. She stepped out of them, so that she was gloriously naked, apart from a black thong, just covering the soft curls that hid her pussy. The thong was tied in a bow on each hip and it only took a heartbeat for my fingers to grip the dangling lace and pull it undone. The silky fabric clung to her skin for a moment and I slowly peeled it away, feeling her shiver as it came unstuck from her damp bush. Slowly, I turned us around, so that her back was to the bed and then pushed gently. Her calves caught on the edge of the bed and she flopped backwards onto the white sheets. I stepped around the end of the bed and knelt on the edge, sliding my tee-shirt over my head. I felt her long, slim fingers unfastening my belt as I untangled myself from the cotton of my shirt and then she had pulled my zipper down and reached inside. My cock almost leapt out of my briefs as she ran her fingers over the bulge and I threw the tee-shirt aside. I had to free my cock before the waist of my briefs cut the circulation off entirely. Sara's eyes widened when she saw it, but that did not stop her from taking it in her hand and running her long, cool fingers up and down its length. I struggled out of the rest of my clothes and laid on the bed, next to her. Her fingers were busily exploring the length of my cock and stroking the hairy sac that cradled my aching balls. I leaned over and took the hard bud of her nipple in my mouth, sucking firmly on the sweet flesh as I slid my hand over the flatness of her belly. My fingers slowly teased through the silky hairs of her bush, already matted with juice that had seeped from between the lips of her pussy. Sara stiffened as I sucked a little harder, then arched her back, as though she had been jolted by a charge of electricity, as I brushed the tip of my finger over the hard nut of her clit. I moved my finger a little lower and felt her gripping the shaft of my cock more tightly as I eased my fingertip into her pussy. Sara's pussy was hot and tight as I slid my finger very, very slowly into her bubbling wetness. I could feel the tight walls clenching and gripping against my exploring fingertip as I pressed gently into her pussy. Sara shivered as I eased my finger in and out of her tight wetness, working it deeper inside her. Looking into her eyes, I eased my finger out of her pussy, watching her blush as she heard the faint slurping noise as my fingertip slipped out from between her tender lips. Pressing gently against the inside of her thighs, I edged her legs further and further apart, until I could kneel between her spread thighs. Sara just watched as I began to lay a trail of kisses down her chest, between the shallow mounds of her breasts, and over the gentle curve of her belly. She moaned softly as my lips brushed against the edge of her damp bush and gasped as I flicked my tongue against the tip of her swollen clit. Her thighs tightened and she lifted her hips from the bed, as she tried to press her wet pussy against my hungry mouth. I slipped the tip of my tongue between the tender lips of her pussy and tasted her sweet juices, thrusting my tongue as deeply inside her as I could. I lifted my head and kissed my way back up to her mouth, watching her chest heave as she panted with excitement. Reaching down, I grasped the base of my swollen cock and slowly brushed the purple head along the tender gash of her pussy. I could feel her lips opening as I pressed more firmly and my cock nestled between them. Slowly, I eased my weight forward, pressing the head of my cock against the tight opening of Sara's pussy. She pressed her head back into the pillow and clenched her fists as she sighed a long, low moan. I paused, keeping the head of my cock pressed against her pussy, feeling it slowly opening and taking my knob into her passage. The tight muscles gripped me, and then relaxed a little in gentle ripples, as I pressed my cock slowly between her lips and sank it deeper into her pussy. Slowly I built a gentle rhythm, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, each stroke piercing her a little more deeply. Her pussy became slick and wet from the friction of my cock sliding inside her and she arched her back, so that my I could thrust my cock deeper into her. She had taken about half of the length of my cock into her tender pussy when I felt the resistance of her maidenhead. I pressed a little harder, feeling it give just a little and then eased back. I leaned over her, my mouth at her ear. "Sara, are you a virgin sweetheart?" I asked, gently. Sara nodded, answering, "Y-y-yes, I've never had sex before" "I'll be as gentle as I can, but it will hurt for a moment when I break you." I warned her "Please, be as quick as you can, but break me, I want you to do it for me." She almost begged. I took a deep breath and pressed forwards a little further, feeling the pressure against the head of my cock. Sara squeezed her eyes tight and bit her bottom lip between her teeth. I eased my hips back a fraction and then thrust forwards, as hard as I could. Sara screamed quietly and I felt the delicate membrane of her maidenhead tear, as I took her virginity. My cock slid completely into her pussy, filling her as I felt hot liquid gush over the shaft of my cock. I held myself as still as I could, while Sara got used to the feeling of a cock filling her pussy. She drew a huge, sobbing, shuddering, breath and sniffled a little as the pain subsided. Then I eased back, my cock stained and lubricated with her blood, and thrust deep inside her. She grunted in a mixture of pain and lust., lifting her feet and wrapping her legs around my waist. I took advantage of the change in her position to thrust even more deeply, making her cry out, as I forced my cock to the depths of her pussy, right against the entrance to her womb. Gradually I began to rock faster and faster, picking up the tempo until the room rang with the sound of my thighs slapping against her bottom and the bed groaned as I pounded into her pussy. The whole room seemed filled with the scent of sex as I slid my cock in and out of her slick pussy, spreading her blood and pussy juice over the inside of her thighs.. The tightness and heat of her slippery pussy was too much for me to resist and I rammed hard and deep, pinning her to the bed as my cock swelled and jerked inside her, spraying thick jets of cum right into her pussy, filling her. Sara shuddered and squealed then went limp as an orgasm ripped through her, triggered by the sensation of my cum splashing against the mouth of her womb. I stayed inside her as my cock slowly subsided and softened until it slid from between the lips of her pussy, dribbling down the cleft between the cheeks of her bottom. Sara lay, gasping, as a mixture of blood and cum oozed from her pussy to make a crimson puddle on the sheets. Gently I kissed her cheeks, tasting the saltiness of tears on her skin, and took her into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder. "Sara, what time do you have to go to Jane's?" I asked gently. "She isn't expecting me at all, can I stay till morning?" Sara replied. That night, Sara slept, for the first time, in my arms. It was the first time of many and, nowadays, she stays with me whenever she is home from university. Friday Night It was another Friday night at our house, my husband's friends came over and would bring alcohol and my two friends would bring some also and with my daughter at her grandmother's house we had all night to party. We drank and acted silly and played pool on the pool table in the garage making silly bets to see how far each of us would go on a dare. The longer we played that night the drunker everyone got till we were just knocking the balls around the table. My husband had gone to bed early, he had work in the morning and needed his sleep, so there were the six of us friends listening to some rock music and playing pool on teams, when the one guy Eric said he was bored and he went inside to watch TV and my friend Brandy said she was tired and she went downstairs to her bedroom and went to sleep. All that was left was me and my friend Rachel who was just as drunk as I was, if not more. She's a bit shorter than I am and has black curly hair and green eyes and very tomboyish you could say. She was on my team and we were talking amongst ourselves about the two guys Rob and Jason who had just sunk the eight ball and was racking up the balls for another game. Jason was about 5' 9" and had long black hair and brown eyes and wasn't bad looking, Rob was maybe 5' 4" and as I like to call him a skinny, pale, white boy. He was cute if you were into that sort of thing which I wasn't. Before we started the next game Rachel told me that she'd been trying to get into Rob's pants all night, but for some reason he wasn't letting her and she asked me if I knew why. "I don't know" I told her and I really didn't. All I knew about Rob was that he had just broken up with his girlfriend of 3 years and he was a nice guy. Most nights he'd get home after I was already in bed and he'd come visit me while I lay in bed naked wrapped in a sheet and we'd talk for awhile. I didn't think of him as anything other than a friend and as far as I knew he considered me one of the guys. I figured maybe he was just afraid of Rachel so I whispered to her. "How about we play strip pool? That way you have a better chance of getting him naked and he'll get to see what you're offering." Obviously I wasn't thinking too clearly or I would have realized that I shouldn't be playing strip pool with someone who's not my husband, much less two guys who are best friends with my husband. Rachel agreed and I asked the guys and they said yes also and we agreed that for every shot we miss both of us have to take one piece of clothing off and the same goes for them, but then they added a rule. For every shot that one of us makes one player of the other team has to do a dare. Rachel looked at me and I said "why not" and we all agreed. At first the dares were tame and one by one we were slowly getting naked, Rachel and I both were down to our underwear and bras and Jason and Rob were down to their boxers and all that was left was the eight ball and it was Jason's shot. Just as he was about to shoot he looked over at us and asked what he gets if he makes the shot and without thinking I asked him. "What do you want?" He looked at Rob and then looked back at me and Rachel and said "Both of you naked and you have to kiss one of us for a minute." I just looked at him and then looked at Rachel and grabbed her hands and told them " one minute" and dragged her into the house and closed the door and whispered to her. "What are we doing? This has to stop now, I've never cheated on Ben and I'm not willing to start now." Rachel just looked at me like I was from another planet and said "That man has cheated on you so many times and now you're not willing to even kiss another guy, this would be the perfect revenge and he never has to know. Besides it's only a kiss, what you so afraid of, you chicken?." She knew that if she called me a chicken I wouldn't back down, I had been like that since I was a kid, always took every dare that was given to me and I knew this was a dare. I looked her in the eye and smiled back. "Fine, whatever happens happens, but remember, you dared me." We went back into the garage where Rob had changed the music to Godsmack and we told them that we agreed with the terms and Jason set up for his shot. Knowing I didn't want to lose I did the only thing I could think of, I leaned over the table showing off my tits to full advantage willing Jason to look at me and not the ball he was supposed to get in, he looked and laughed at me as he sunk the eight ball in the pocket I was hanging over. "Damn, I was hoping that would have worked, well, Rachel, you ready?" She nodded yes and we couldn't resist dancing around a bit because Voodoo had come on the stereo and it's the perfect stripping song. When we were both completely naked we looked at the guys and I asked "so who kisses who?" And Jason looked at Rob and they talked quietly between themselves and Rachel and I watched them and thinking it was weird that it was taking so long for them to make a decision. Finally they came and leaned against the side of the pool table and Jason pointed at me to come to him and Rob pointed at Rachel and we knew their decision. At that point I mentioned that we had no clock or anything to time the minute and Rob said that we would know when the minute was up. I stood before Jason completely naked and so very nervous, wondering if I should just go inside and forget about all of this when he put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me slowly toward him and I looked into his eyes as he pulled me so very close and my arms were still at my sides afraid to touch him. His right hand went under my chin and he said "Don't worry" and I watched him as he moved his head closer and my eyes focused on his lips and my eyes closed as he kissed me and I started counting in my head trying to ignore the sensations of pleasure I was feeling, trying to remember that this was wrong and then I lost myself in the kiss. I forgot about everything but the feel and taste of him and I'm not sure when it happened, but I reached my hands up to his neck and pulled him closer and his hands had slipped down my back holding my butt and pulling me even closer to him so I could feel how hard he was against me. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and nibbled on it and my knees went week and my hands gripped his shoulders so I wouldn't fall down. The kiss seemed to go on forever, I didn't want it to stop and I found myself leaning completely against him as we kissed wanting more and more of what he had to give. Then I felt a tapping on my shoulder and it took me a bit to realize that it was Rachel. "Hey, you guys, the minute's been up for awhile, come up for breath, why don't ya." I moved away from Jason pretty quickly and my face turned red and I said "I need a drink" and ran inside to get myself some pop and as I poured it into the glass I realized my hands were shaking and that I was still naked. I set the bottle of pop down and went to my bedroom where my husband was sleeping completely unawares of what had happened. I grabbed a long t-shirt and threw it on and finished getting my pop and Rob was in the kitchen getting himself another beer and he smiled at me and said "hi" kind of quietly and he moved behind me and I froze. He turned me around and said very quietly so Eric in the living room couldn't hear him "I wanted to kiss you, that's why we had to talk about it. I'm not really into Rachel, I'm into you." And as I just stared at him in silence he leaned forward and kissed me and though it wasn't the same as Jason's I still kissed him back, curious about how he tasted and he his hands moved up under my shirt to play with my breasts and I moaned into his mouth. I heard a sound coming from the living room and we both jumped apart and looked around guiltily and I said "We should get back out there" In the garage Jason and Rachel were standing at opposite ends of the pool table and were setting up for a new game when Jason asked if he could talk to me downstairs in the basement, alone. I looked at Rachel and looked at Rob and said yes and followed him downstairs. I figured he was going to apologize about earlier and was surprised when he pulled me into the laundry room and started kissing my neck and my lips and I melted against him as his hands moved under my t-shirt and slid his finger inside my wet pussy and I moaned so loud. I was so turned on and the more things he did to me the more I wanted him to do. He pulled my shirt up and over my head and leaned his head down to take one of my sensitive nipples in his mouth and he nibbled a bit on it and my knees stopped holding me up and he lay me down on the floor. My hands held onto his hair as he went from breast to breast and soon I was moaning out loud, writhing against him, wanting him inside me, but afraid to say it. He looked at me as he kissed me again and he pulled me to my feet and turned me around and bent me over the laundry table and my hands were splayed out in front of me. I heard him take his boxers off and I felt him come up behind me and place his cock at the entrance to my pussy and in one move he was inside me and I moaned my pleasure as he grabbed my hips and fucked me from behind. I met every thrust as I pushed back, loving how deep he was inside me and I was getting louder and louder and asked him to go harder which he did. I came so hard I could barely hold myself up as he kept fucking me and he realized that and he moved me to where I was sitting on the table facing him and he teased my clit with his cock before slipping inside me again and proceeded to fuck me hard as I held onto his shoulders and enjoyed the ride. I looked up at him after I came for the third time and asked him if I could suck him and he said yes and let me down off the table and leaned against it while I moved to my knees and took his long, thick cock into my mouth. I could taste my cum on him and kept taking him in my throat as deep as I could, wanting him to cum in my mouth and I could feel him start to tense up and I moved a little faster and just when he came my hands moved to his balls and cupped them as I swallowed every last drop of his cum and then moved my hand to his cock so I could get that last drop of cum. Afterwards I just sat there on my knees looking up at him and he looking down at me and we smiled at one another. As we went upstairs I asked him if he planned on telling anyone what had just happened and he asked me if he could tell Rob since Rob had wanted me also. I looked at him and said "Okay, but be nice about it." And I went to bed leaving Rachel to wonder what I had done. And the Rob thing, well, that's another story. Friday Night We were lucky on that Friday. In lot's of ways. We knew, while we were on the road, that we were lucky with the weather. Although it was late in the summer, it was a warm day, and with the high cloud about, it would stay warm into the evening, but without getting too hot. Though perhaps, "too hot" was what we had in mind in other respects. I had finished work early, and picked Tanya up at home, even before school had finished. The grandparents were going pick our kids up for a sleep over, and we were sneaking away for a break for the night. We were going to spend the night at a small country resort a hundred miles or so from town, in a beautiful valley with a river, bush and farmland around it. We had seen it several times as we drove past, and promised ourselves that one day, we would visit there. The web site had said that there was a tennis court, so we had left early enough to get a game of tennis in. Tanya was going to fulfill a long time fantasy of ours, and maybe, we might get a little of fun later in the night since there was a sauna and spa there. Once we were checked in, and had all our gear in our room, I checked the room out. It had a great shower - easily big enough for 2 people. Good. And I liked the view out the window. Well, in the window actually. Outside and down a level was the pool. There was a set of table and chairs on the far side of the pool, all looking towards the pool, and also our room. This is a good setup, we can leave the curtains open and easily control how much we are seen, yet look like it's accidental not deliberate. I recall at one hotel, watching 2 girls getting quite intimate with each other in exactly this set up. And I never figured out whether they were deliberate or not - not that my work colleague or I minded. It didn't take Tanya long to change for tennis. Clothes off, tennis outfit and cap and shoes on. She smirked at me, and sat on the bed naked while she put her shoes on first. No one was at the pool, so no one could see, but she was still making a statement. I love it when she's in this mood; interesting things happen. Tanya hasn't quite got the same awesome hard body as when we were first married. Having children will do that. But now, she's rounded out nicely, she's still fit, and men (particularly me) still enjoy looking at her a great deal. And I was certainly enjoying her now. For her tennis outfit, all she was wearing was a sports bra and a tennis skirt. The sports bra was a halter type, but if you looked closely, it was clearly a bra, not a halter-top. And under the skirt - a very short tennis skirt - she was wearing nothing at all. There's a classic photo of a girl playing tennis, lifting her skirt from behind, and she has no knickers on. Well, we'd never done that, though we had often talked about it. And now was our opportunity. But with this skirt, it was going to be front and back views every serve. I was worried that she'd picked a skirt that was too short, and that we wouldn't actually play tennis, especially if there was any one else around. To get to the tennis court, we had to go down the back stairs, and out past the pool, through some gardens, and then to the courts, which were partially visible from the road. Half way down the stairs, I turned, put my hand between her legs, and kissed her. "You are sooo hot" I breathed into her ear. She pulled her head back and pushed on my hand, and said "down boy". Then she kissed me hard for a short time, and pushed me away. "We've got a long night, boy, be patient" she laughed, pushed past me, pulled the back of her skirt up, blew me a kiss, and then ran out the door. I chased her out the door, to find her running for the courts. This is a signal - we have a race on. So I chased. Her skirt was just giving interesting glimpses, and I could tell that I wasn't going to catch her before the gate to the court. "Gotcha" she said. "Yeah right", I said, "I'm sure there was some form of cheating there". She laughed, and said, "well, I'm taking the far end, I don't want anyone sneaking through the gate without me knowing". I looked quickly around. Yes, perhaps it was best; there was little warning when someone came to the gate. I tossed her racquet to her, and off she want. The court was a hard court. This was good - lot's of high balls, hard serves, high skirt views. For all that she was wearing that outfit, this was going to be a hard game. I'm not that good at tennis, and though I'm faster and hit the ball harder, she has better skills, and generally she beats me. She served first. And she aced me. It really was going to take some settling down to watch the ball, not the skirt. I realised when she served that she'd actually shaved down there. Usually she just kept it short, but she'd shaved all but a racing strip. I hadn't spotted this in the room. Probably she had worked hard to not give me a clear view without alerting me. Tricky. "Ahh, been busy down there?" I called out. She smirked, "oh, you've noticed? You never comment when I have a hairdo". Smarty pants. Or smarty no-pants. I had to beat her. By the 3rd game I had settled down, and for the 4th, it looked like I might even hold my serve. Now time for a one of our tennis rituals. Every 4 games, we meet at the net for a kiss. And in this case, for me, a little bit of a feel as well. And oh, was she wet. "Enjoying this, then?", I asked. "Yeah", she said, "I'm winning. And If I win by more than one break, I'll have your shorts". "No chance". Though it would be interesting - the shorts I am wearing have an inner liner, so that's all I'm wearing - other than my cap and shoes. I like the way that freshly clipped pussy hair feels. But back to the game. And at 4-2, 30 love up, I smelt a prospect for a break back. She was about to serve when she lowered her racquet. I heard a voice behind me, and another couple walked through the gate. Hmm. What now? They were a little younger than us - mid 20's maybe. They were wearing proper tennis gear, unlike us, though they were both attractive and she had a short skirt. "Hi" I said. "Hi", they both said. And walked to the next court. Just as I was turning back to face Tanya, the girl leaned forward and showed her tennis knickers - quite see through ones. I turned back and said, "ok, serve". Tanya was clearly a little unsettled. She served very badly - slowly. No skirt view. I slammed the ball back past her. The next point went the same, and I had my break back. But this wasn't what I wanted. I walked to the net. She came up, and I said, "so, what now?" "I don't know", she said. "Do you think they'll get offended if I keep playing like this?" "Well, I don't want to stop", I said. "I've got me a thong in my racquet cover - may be I should put that on". I don't think so. "No, I'm going to beat you. I don't think they'll mind". "You hope. Pervert". "And you love it", I said, "Dare you to play on. If you win playing like that, you can tell me what to wear for rest of the night". She's never been able to resist that - that's why I don't offer her that very often. Though of course, she always tells me what to wear. Or what not to wear, more often. "well, you better be ready", she said. By this time, the other couple were on court. The girl had taken the same end as Tanya, and the guy was at my end. They were stretching, and probably watching us to see how we were playing - subtly, of course. I served. As close and high to her body as I could. She had to jump backwards, and that gave a very nice skirt view indeed. And I checked - both of them had seen it. Her return went long. The guy on the court next me said, "nice scenery here". "Yep" I said, "I like it" I could see that the girl had said something to Tanya. I looked enquiringly down her end. "Come on, serve" she said. She told me later that the girl had given her a "woohoo, go girl, don't stop for us", so now she was comfortable. I held my serve, and now it was time for the 4 game kiss. "uh uh, no feelies" she said as I walked to the net. "4 all", I said, "I'll feel all I want if I win." "No chance boy" she said. We kissed. One of those sharp tight, we're going head to head type kisses. "So what happens if I win?", I asked. "Nothing" she said, too quickly. "Well", I said, thinking, "how about the winner tells the loser what to wear for the rest of the night". She thought about this for while. Then she smiled and said, "Deal". This wasn't much of a deal, really, since we had hardly anything to chose from. But it was enough to rouse her up. No being careful with the skirt views now. She was going for victory, of that I was certain. I only just stopped her breaking me, twice, and her games were clean sweeps. But don't think I wasn't enjoying this. And also, the couple on the next court, they were enjoying it too. In fact, at times they stopped to watch the show, 6-6. Time for a tie breaker. Time to focus, I really want to win this. But oh no, I forgot the 4 game kiss. We kissed, and while she was kissing, she grabbed my crotch with her hand. "You aren't hard enough, boy", she said to me. "I think things are plenty hard enough right now". She giggled. But not for long. I reached behind her, lifted her skirt, and cupped one cheek in my hand. I got a deep breath. "I think you're enjoying this" "Fuck yes", she breathed into my ear. "Can I eat you now?" I looked up. All tennis had ceased on the next court. She broke away, and said "I serve first" Ok. The tie-break was tight. Very tight. Hard passing shots, wicked drop shots. We were both on fire. In more ways than one. At 10-9 (to me), I noticed that the couple on the next court were kissing over the net. I could see that his hand was busy. I drew Tanya's attention to this. She told me later that he was trying to pull her knickers down. The tie break got to 12 all. I went to the net for a kiss. She told me about the other couple. He had lost his shirt, and she said that she thought they hard some sort of dare going too. And he looked pretty good too. I could see that things were starting to get to Tanya. While she wanted to win, she would also be attracted to me telling her what to wear, and as she got hotter this would be playing on her mind more and more. And she just loved dares and making people do them. And she was tiring. So it wasn't any real surprise when I finally broke her to win 17-15 I let out a cry of triumph. "You're all mine, girl", I called out. One last kiss at the net. And she leaned in and kissed me hard. "ok, let's go use that shower", I said. As we left, the other couple gave us a clap. "Have fun" Tanya called out. "We will", the guy replied. As we walked though the gate, I put my arm around Tanya, and lifted the back of her skirt. She in turn put her had down the back of my shorts. We walked like this to the pool and then back to our room. As I put the key in our door, she dropped her skirt. She was inside with her bra off before I had the key out of the door. I grabbed her skirt and walked in. Before the door was closed, she had me a tight embrace. "We stink, how about a shower?" I wanted to quickly wash off, then move to the bed, but showering together really is very good, and it was a nice strong flow of water. What with washing each other, one thing lead to another, and it was quite a while before we got out of the shower. The best bit was when Tanya finally let me come in her mouth while she knelt there before me. At least, I think that was the best bit. She might claim that the best bit was when she came while I entered her from behind. Or maybe she liked the part where I was standing with my cock in her and she was holding on to me. She never comes like that, and I can't do it for long, but she does enjoy that position. After that, we just lay on the bed for a while, naked, cuddling, and enjoying each other's company. Not long enough; she had to do her hair. I lay on the bed and watched her doing this. Then I looked to see what clothes she had brought * tennis skirt and sports bra * white singlet and navy shorts - she had worn these in the car * A couple of plain white thongs, and a black lacy g-string * A black mini skirt with a sheer short-sleeved black top with flowers, and her black leather jacket * A lacy black bra * My favourite black bikini, the one with the T-back and a triangle top * Boy-leg black shorts in case a T-back wasn't appropriate. "Well, you did ask me to pack lightly" she called from the bathroom. "I'm impressed", I replied. Usually she'll bring her entire wardrobe just in case. She came out, and we looked at her clothes. "So, I guess you were going to wear black tonight", I said. "Looks good to me" "Great", she said. I guess she thought I was going to let her off easily. But no, no way. I watched her dress. G-string, bra, skirt and top, along with a pair of high boots. Then she finished her make-up and hair. Once she was ready to go, I whistled and said, "Wow, don't you look great". And here's me in black jeans with black t-shirt. Men have it so easy, as she often reminds me. But I was about to make her part a little bit harder. "Ready to go?" "Well, I am", I said. "But you aren't. How about you give that little g-string back". She made a face, and reached under skirt, and took it off. "You know this skirt is too short for that". "Not at all. You know how I really like that black jacket?" Her face fell, I think she know what was coming. "No, no way". "Yes", I said, "Take the top off, wear the jacket instead". She just stared at me. She'd get too hot like that, and she'd have to take the jacket off, leaving her in just the bra. We'd done this before, but only at nightclubs and at appropriately chosen friends' houses for dinner. I had seen this as soon as I saw the bra. Though it was lacy, it was a fairly full cover. Next time, she won't bring such a full cover bra. We locked eyes for a full minute. I wasn't going to say anything unless she did, and she clearly thought that if she just waited I'd cave in. But I knew that if it really was a problem, I'd send her back up stairs for the top. So, down to the hotel restaurant for dinner. On the way, we checked out the spa and sauna. My, but the possibilities here were interesting. I'll describe it later. When we got the restaurant, we found ourselves waiting behind another couple. The girl glanced back, and I recognised her as the girl from the tennis game. Her face lit up when she recognised us. "Hi", she said, "my name's Liz". After introductions all around, they got a table, and we got a table not far from them I looked at Tanya. She didn't seem very comfortable at this point, and was keeping the jacket fairly closed - though not zipped up. This couldn't last. I ordered us some wine, hopefully this would help her relax I looked around. This was out in the country, anyone staying at the resort would be here now or within the next 30 minutes. There was a possibility of patrons who weren't staying the night as well. I wanted to know whether there would be any problems if we played in spa and sauna after dinner. There was 2 other couples, Rod and Liz from tennis, and another couple, who looked a bit older - perhaps in their late 40's. Fortunately there were no families. The waitress in the restaurant was a real pleasure to behold. She was young - perhaps 18, and very attractive. She was wearing a pair of tight black pants with a very visible g-string line, and a tight white skinny top. After she left, I leaned forward to Tanya and quietly asked her, "is she wearing a bra?" Tanya was looking at me with that bemused look I always get when I ask questions like this. "I don't reckon she is. Maybe I'll fit in here after all". Well, that'd be good. But at that moment, a family walked in. Just what I didn't want, so I'd have to hope that they weren't staying. Though perhaps the news wasn't so bad after all. Though the Mum and Dad were well dressed, the way he walked smelled of farmer to me. But the 2 kids grabbed my attention. A boy, and a girl, both about 15. The boy was wearing jeans and a muscle top, and the girl was dressed to compete with the waitress. Though really, all the young girls dress this way now. By the time that our entrees came, Tanya was starting to feel the heat. I was surprised it had taken this long. I guess that the glass of wine was starting to take effect too. "You can take the jacket off". She just looked at me, and went back to our conversation. We had been talking about our kid's teachers. But I could see that it wasn't going to be too long. After she finished he entrée, she stood up, and said, "I'll be back". She headed off to ladies room. There's no hurrying this process, so I looked around. I discovered that another couple had slipped into the room. They were about our age. They probably weren't as fit as we were, but still looked in reasonable shape. They were also smartly dressed, so I figured that they were here for pleasure, not just travellers passing through The family were already on their mains. Liz wasn't there. I looked at Rod and smiled. He gestured for me to come over, so I went and sat in Liz's seat. "Liz went to the ladies room with Tanya", he told me, "that'll take a while". I nodded in agreement. "Tanya's pretty wild" "Yes, in some ways", I said. If he was sounding me out for a partner swap, then he was out of luck. We've never wanted to go there. We love to tease but we eat at home. "I hope that some of Tanya will rub off on Liz, she's a bit too conservative". "Well", I said, "if she's spending time with Tanya in this mood, it'll be bound to rub off. I'm glad you weren't offended at the tennis". "I was surprised that Liz wasn't, but she did say that she was sick of being the goodie-goodie all the time when we were coming here". I looked up. Liz and Tanya had just come out of the ladies. "well, here they come. Maybe we'll catch you later in the pool?". Rod nodded, and I went back to my seat. Once seated, I glanced at Liz, Wow. She'd taken her bra off, opened her blouse and tied it below her tits. She was loaded. I didn't realise how much, though only the inner cleavage was visible. Rod was gobsmacked. I looked at Tanya. She was smirking. She opened her jacket, and showed me a white bra in the inner pocket. "?", I had my mouth open. She's a fast mover. "I have to hang it on their door when we go back to our room". "How'd you do that?" I asked. "Well, she asked me how I had the guts to do the tennis thing, and so I told her and dared her to do something wild. So there she is. And now, I have to take the jacket off". So she stood up, and made a big show of taking her jacket off. She still looks sensational in just a bra. Wow. Once she had finished, I looked around the room. The other 3 couples were all watching, mostly with open mouths, except Liz, who was not at all surprised. The Mum and Dad in the family was sitting with their backs to us. The girl had seen, and I figured that the boy would soon. In fact, while I was watching, she touched him gently and very subtly indicated in our direction. Once he saw he looked at her with challenge in his face. She shook her head and looked down. Maybe, I thought, that's b/f and g/f not brother and sister. I looked up and Tanya was looking at me. "So?" I smiled at her. "You are soooo hot" At that point, the waitress brought our meals out. I waited to see what she would do. She had come from behind Tanya to put our entrées on the table, this was her natural approach. But once she saw Tanya just wearing a bra, she came the long way and put the food down from my side. Tanya watched her, and I saw her wink. "She liked that", Tanya told me. We talked and ate. When I finished my meal, I noticed Tanya getting a dark look from the mother. Though the father didn't look nearly so upset. I wonder why? After the food, we mellowed out over a very good wine indeed. Not long after this, the family upped and left. But after they had walked out, I heard the young girl call out, "hang on, I'll meet you out there". She came back in. But instead of heading for the loo, she came over to Tanya. Friday Night "Is that really your bra?" Tanya nodded "Wow, cool, have you done that before? Do you get into trouble" "Oh yes, I've done it few times, and no one ever has ever said anything". Tanya was clearly feeling naughty: "you should have a go sometime". The girl swallowed. "Maybe when you're a bit older" "I will, thanks" and she walked out. Tanya looked at me and smiled. "ahh, the innocence of youth. She'll be hot in a few years time". Yes, and I wonder how I'll handle my daughter when she's that age. Hopefully she won't hear this particular story till she's of age. 25 perhaps. So we finished up and paid our bill. When we walked out, Tanya just held her jacket over her back. Liz and Rod gave us a big smile, and I noticed the other couple looking at us appreciatively too. The older couple had already gone. We headed back to our room, dropping Liz's bra on their door handle on the way. Tanya even let me do it. Once we were back in our room, we kissed, and slowly undressed. Once Tanya was naked, I asked her to lie on the bed. I lay next to her, and gently massaged her back, buttocks and thighs with some soothing oil she had brought along. All the while we talked. Tanya was aroused again after display in the restaurant and I was gradually making her more aroused. Then I sat against the bed head and she sat with her back against me. We continued to talk and I caressed her. Mainly her breasts, but I spent some time tracing her racing strip. We don't often get such quiet sensual time, and I could tell that Tanya was really enjoying this. Eventually she said "so, are you ready to go now?". "Sure" Ok, let's get ready. She went and took her makeup off. I was concerned that she might cool down during this process; and for what came next, I needed her to be hot, so when she had nearly finished, I came up behind her and played with her some more. "Stop" she pleaded, "I have to concentrate". So I went and through my shorts on. These are fun shorts we keep especially for these kind of nights. They look like surfie shorts, but they are quite thin so that when they get wet, I have nothing hidden. Though I suspected that I wouldn't be using them like that tonight. "So, what am I wearing?". Tanya stood in the middle of our room. I gave her the bikini top and the lacy black g-string. "That's all?" she said, once she had them on. "Yep, and this towel". I gave her one of the pool tools that were in the bathroom. "Thank you", she said, "your generosity is amazing", as she wrapped it round her body. She turned to the door. And then she turned back. "Well, if that's what I'm wearing....", and she went and pulled something out of her bathroom bag. "That's what you're wearing". Oh. I'd seen these before. Once, for a dare, she'd asked me to wear these thin white boxer shorts with the button missing. They're actually a size too small, so I don't fall out *immediately*. But I do have to adjust constantly, or I fall out. This was not what I wanted. "Hey, no fair. I won the tennis" I claimed. "Yes, and haven't I been good? But fair's fair. If I wear these, you have to take some risk yourself." I glared at her. So she said, "If you don't wear those boxers, I'm not leaving" Well, she had me. And it could be fun. It could be a disaster. Risk. So I dropped my shorts and put them on. I need to describe the indoor pool area before we go on. It was downstairs from the exit to the outside pool. At the bottom of the steps, you turned to the side and there was a double pair of glass doors. When you looked inside, to your right was a large open area with a table tennis table in it. Next to that was a pool, about 6m x 3m, probably about 6" deep, and at the end of that a small spa deeply sunken into the floor, just big enough for 6 - if they were quite good friends. Beyond the pool was a little empty space and a wall. There was windows looking out over farmland behind the spa. Straight ahead, past the end of the pool, there was entry to the sauna, which had a clear glass door, and off to the right of that was a small change room, with a toilet in another room, and 2 showers. The 2 showers were in a single large tiled enclosure behind the door, with no curtains. Our usual pattern would be to have a sauna, then a quick swim in the pool, followed by a spa. We prefer to wear as little as possible, but what this is depends on the rules, situation and mostly, any other people around. While we walked to the pool, I got reacquainted with my boxers. While I stayed a little erect, my cock would be held in place reasonably, and I could walk without it falling out. But too big or too small, and out it would come. And on the stairs, well, there was no chance. Especially because Tanya seemed to think that she didn't need her towel on the stairs, and she was in front of me. When we got to the bottom of the steps, Tanya wrapped her towel around her waist, and we walked in. There was a couple of people in the spa - we could just see their heads. Since they had their backs to us, they hadn't seen us. We walked over to the sauna, and found that it was cold, and that we'd have to turn it on and wait for it to warm up. "So now what?" Tanya asked. "Well, I'll beat you at table tennis". "What, dressed like this? No way!" "Sure, who's around?", I said. "Just those couples, they won't mind" "Yeah, that couple in the spa will" "You're just chicken". (I always win at table tennis) So she marched over to the table tennis table, grabbed a bat, and dropped her towel. Well, she looked pretty good indeed. So I threw my towel on hers, and picked up the other bat and the ball. Now Tanya had chosen to play with her back to the door. I guess she figured that she might as well go for it. As soon as we started playing, the spa stopped. I looked around, and the man got out of the spa to hit the button. For an older guy, he looked in pretty good shape. He said hi, hit the button and hopped back in. I wondered if he'd noticed Tanya, but as soon as he was back in, his wife popped up and looked at Tanya. She frowned a little and then disappeared. So we started playing. Now this is a sight to behold, a beautiful woman playing table tennis in a bikini top and small g-string. And she wasn't playing very seriously. She seemed to be playing more to show her curves than to beat me. And once, when she hit the ball behind me, I saw why. The couple were now sitting on the other side of the spa watching us. And she didn't have to play too hard either. I had my own problems. It seemed that I was falling out of my boxers every time I turned for a backhand. Each time, she would laugh and say "yes!". After a while I just left it out, but it is somewhat distracting. By the time we'd done 10 points, the spa stopped again. They started it again, but it certainly didn't go for long. That was something to keep in mind. By the time the spa stopped again, the score was 17-13 to me, and we had been fairly vocal. The couple got out and came over to watch. I noticed that she was wearing a bikini - not a bad one either. But she seemed very interested in my boxer problem. And he was paying quite a lot of attention to Tanya. So for the next 6 points they would cheer whoever won the point. Also they cheered when I fell out. Finally, I won. Tanya turned to the couple, and said, "well, thanks for watching guys. Show's over". They smiled at her, thanked us, and walked out of the room. This left us alone, and by this time the sauna had warmed up. So we went into the little room next to the sauna, and I took my boxers off, she took her bikini and g-string off, and we left them on the bench in the shower room. We went into the sauna and sat on our towels. Now, you should always sauna naked. How strange to wear clothes in a place like this. But commonly, people wear clothes on the grounds that it's not acceptable to be naked in a mixed sex setting. Unless copious amounts of alcohol are being consumed. So if we can, we sit naked, on towels. If any one else turns up, we will wrap the towels around us. I will be tardy, to give them opportunity to say, "Oh no, you don't have to cover up for us/me". About half the time this will be said. Now in stories, people often write about how they did this and that in the sauna. I've never understood this - they are hot places and activity is very uncomfortable. So we sat in the sauna, watched the door, and talked. The game we have is to see how can turn the other on the most without touching each other. So I told her how the other couple had watched her when she was playing tennis, and we imagined how they went back to their rooms and made love while thinking about us. Yep, this was making us hot all right. I was hard and her nipples were erect. By this time we were both sweating nicely, so we decided to have a shower. I dared her to leave her towel in the sauna - we were alone, after all. So we went into the other room, and used the 2 showers. I was watching her, under the shower with her eyes shut. I reached out and caressed a nipple. Wow, that got a response. Her hand shot out, and she grabbed my cock. So I slipped my hand down to her pussy, and slipped a finger in. And we kissed. After a little while, we heard a noise. I spun around, and there was Rod and Liz, watching us. Damn. We disengaged "Err, Sorry". Rod and Liz were looking at us. They clearly didn't know what to say. "Sorry, we're just taking a break from the Sauna, and we got carried away". Tanya looked quite embarrassed. "You can join us in the sauna, we left our towels in there", I said, and we scurried back to the sauna. We actually put our towels around us. Rod and Liz did come in, and sat down. "Please don't put your towels on just for us" said Liz. I looked at Tanya, and she looked at me. She shrugged her shoulders and let the towel drop. So I pushed my towel off, and we were naked again. Rod and Liz weren't though. Rod was wearing a pair of shorts, and Liz was wearing a bikini. By normal standards, I guess it would be regarded as a fairly racy style, but right now, it seemed quite tame. We chatted about our days, were we were from, our kids, Tanya and Liz's feelings about nudity. All during this time Rod and Liz were clearly enjoying looking at us, and I could tell that Tanya was enjoying that too, but I think that no one else would've noticed how much she was enjoying it. I didn't mind either. Rod and Liz were sitting at right angles to us, so they didn't have much choice but to look at us. And they were clearly starting to get comfortable. Liz's hands had strayed to her bikini top a couple of times, as if she wanted to remove it, but each time she has moved them away, and Rod's hands had moved to his button on his shorts as well. Liz admitted that she'd love to go naked but she was scared to do it. I wanted to know what scary things she had done. Turns out, quite a few, including sky-diving and bungee jumping. Once I knew that, I was sure that she'd end up naked before we'd finished. So I said, "well, you're starting to get comfortable. I dare you to take your clothes off when we get out for shower shortly". "What if someone comes?" asked Rod. "Well," Tanya said, "there's only 4 couples here tonight, you, us, and 2 others. The older couple was here when we got here and they went. And maybe the others will turn up, but they looked pretty cool about stuff like that at dinner" I could see that Rod and Liz were doubtful about this. Tanya promised that we wouldn't play up in the shower if we used one and they used the other. They laughed, and we could see that the idea was growing on them. And the time was coming when we'd need to have that shower, I was starting to feel quite hot. There was a short period of silence, so I stood up, and said "OK, who's for a shower?". Tanya and Liz both burst out laughing, because standing up had brought part of me rather close to Liz. Tanya followed me out. Rod and Liz hadn't stood up. Tanya said, "They'll be out in a second". So we went to the first shower, and waited for the right temperature - cool, but not actually cold. By the time we were under the shower, Rod and Liz walked in, undressed, and hopped under the other shower. Liz was trimmed; a neat heart shape, with a tattoo of a rose next to it. "Nice tattoo", Tanya said. "And you think I'm the wild one." Liz looked a bit bashful. "Thanks" she said. Liz and Rod were quite free with their hands. They seemed to find their new freedom somewhat intoxicating. Rod wasn't small either. We finished our shower. "We're going to have a swim then a spa, hope you'll join us", said Tanya. "Sure thing" said Rod. Tanya stopped and looked at our clothes, such as they were. Then she looked at me. "Nah", I said, "who cares now?" So we walked out of that room naked, and walked around the swimming pool to the stairs. I stepped in first. As I walked down the stairs, Tanya followed me in. I turned, and kissed her racing stripe. "Hey" - not now. So we went in and swam a little. I could tell it wouldn't be for long, the pool was a little cooler than I would've liked. But not so cool that I didn't want to kiss Tanya. We hung against the edge of the pool kissing. Usually Tanya has her eyes closed, but she must have been watching because after a little while, she stopped and whispered to me that Rod and Liz had gone back to the sauna naked. Cool, I whispered back. So we hopped into the spa. And what could we do but kiss, and caress, each other? I wondered how long we'd last. But then Tanya pushed me away saying let's just relax for a while. So we did that. Then the spa stopped, and I hopped out to turn it on. As I did, Tanya leaned over and grabbed my cock and played with it for a while. "Just wanted to make sure you're doing things the hard way", and she laughed. The next time it stopped, after I turned it on again, Tanya moved over to sit on my lap, and we started kissing. But almost immediately, Rod and Liz walked over the spa. Like us, they were naked and they had left their towels in the sauna (keeps them warm). Tanya cheered them. "Quite comfortable now, huh?" They smiled and said that they were enjoying this. So they sat in the spa with us, we talked, and we played with our partners. At least, I know that Tanya and I were, and their hands were also below the water and they seemed a little vague at times, though happy. Then the spa stopped again. I said that this time it was Tanya's turn to push the button. So out she got. We were all enjoying looking up at her, but while she was standing, the other couple walked in. Tanya really was getting comfortable with the majority being naked, so she posed for them, and then slipped back down into the spa. They walked over and said hi. They asked were we all naked. I stood up and said, yep, we sure are, and you're welcome to join us. They retreated to the bench, whipped their towels off, showing that there were naked underneath. They come over and squeezed in. They introduced themselves as Jay and Helen. Like us, they had kids, but were having a night off. Helen admitted that they would never have thought of coming to the spa naked, but they had seen us at dinner, and then Jay had sneaked a look before to see what we were wearing, or weren't, as the case was. So they decided to join us. Now that there were 6 in the spa, it was a little crowded. I was touching at least 3 different people, and surely at least 2 of them were playing footsies with me. We sat there, and joked and talked for a quite a while, taking it in turns to turn the spa back on. Each person who turned the spa on had to pose for the audience. Tanya was touching me, actually sitting almost on me, with a hand around my cock. And I had a hand between her legs too. So the second had drifting up my leg that was now well above my knee, that had to belong to Helen. And that meant that I'd be free to explore her too. I looked at her. She was watching me. I smiled, letting her go ahead. But before I touched her, I wanted to know what Tanya thought. I figured I was about to find out, because Helen's hand was about to meet Tanya's hand on my cock. And as soon as it did, Tanya whirled around to look at me. She smiled at Helen, leaned in close to me, and said, "Let's play honey". And then I noticed that Tanya's other hand was already busy with Rod. Helen had cute little tit's. I've always had a thing for pert little tits, and hers fitted this bill quite nicely. But she certainly had sensitive nipples. I wasn't exactly sure where this was going to end, but I was happy that Tanya was keeping very close to me. At this point, the subject of table tennis came up, and Tanya mentioned how we had played table tennis when we first arrived. The other couples thought that this was pretty funny, and demanded that we play some more. We were happy to oblige. But this time, we didn't bother with clothes. The other couples sat beside the spa and cheered and made smart comments. It's a good thing that we keep fit. But it's not easy to play table tennis with a sizable erection, so this wasn't going to last very long. I was just thinking of running around the table and taking Tanya on the spot when someone else walked into the room It was the waitress. She was carrying a coffee and a phone. She smiled and said "Hi. It's my coffee break so I thought I come down and say hello". I think that we were all somewhat embarrassed and not sure what to do. She saw this and said, "hey, don't worry about being naked, that's ok here". She put her coffee and phone down on the bench, and whipped her singlet top off. Yep, no bra there - not that she needed them with her small pert tits. Then she sat down next to the other 2 couples and started drinking her coffee. We were all still frozen on the spot. She waved at us, and said, "well, keep playing". So I looked at Tanya, and we did, though not very well. We could hear the other couple talking to her. After she finished being waitress, she was on duty till midnight. Her primary job was to answer the phone and answer any queries from the guests. She often came down to the spa to check the action out. She said that the management frowned on actual sex down here but doesn't mind what else happens as long as no one complains. We stopped playing table tennis and came and sat down with the others. The waitress - whose name was Kylie - said that she had to come back in a few minutes to turn the lights out, finished her coffee, and walked out with her singlet. We looked at the others, and it was obvious that the mood had changed. Jay and Helen invited us all back to their room for a night cap. Rod and Liz said sure, and Tanya shrugged and said yes, but she sounded a little doubtful. I went and retrieved our clothes and towels, and we all walked out of the room and up the stairs. On the way up the stairs, we passed Kylie. She looked at us all naked, grinned and said "Well, have a good time now". Tanya and I were going up the stairs a little bit slowly. I wasn't sure that she was going to make it to our room. By the time we got the top of the stairs, the other couples had swapped, and Liz was holding Jay and Helen was holding Rod. They asked us if we were coming. Helen could see that we were doubtful, so she said that even if we didn't want to swap with them they'd love it if we made love in their room anyway. Tanya's always wanted to do this - but always feared that she'd have to go further. But obviously she didn't fear this time, so she said yes straight away Jay unlocked their door, and wedged it open. He looked at me with a grin and said, "I hope that Kylie will wander by". Then they hurried over to the bed, all 4 of them. This left us to have the lounge. I sat on one end of it, and then Tanya lowered herself onto me. Once she was securely settled, she said to me, let's make this last, leaned onto me, and we watched the others. Friday Night Rod, Jay, Liz and Helen were going for it now. Though it was clear that they were all quite hot and impatient. I hadn't thought that we'd outlast them, but they showed a lot more energy and enthusiasm than we had, and no time at all they were relaxing with the girls on top of the guys and watching us bring things to a conclusion. Once we had both come too, we gave them all a kiss and staggered back to our bed. I woke the next morning to bright sunlight. We had forgotten to close our curtains and the sun was streaming through the window. I dragged myself out to the balcony to enjoy the morning sun and the beautiful quiet valley. While I was standing there waking up, I remembered that I was still naked. Then I heard a female voice from a nearby balcony. "Good morning sleepy head. Had a big night?" I looked around and there was Rod, Liz, Jay and Helen all sitting at their table eating breakfast. They were all wearing hotel gowns. Which reminded me, our breakfast was probably waiting outside our room. So I went back inside, and found it at the door, along with a newspaper. I woke Tanya up, and she came and sat out on the balcony with me. Through breakfast we chatted with our friends. They'd had a big night - they'd partied on for a couple of hours after we left, and again this morning. So they claimed anyway, I don't know where they get the energy from. But they were amused to see that Tanya was still nude. They dared us to check out and drive away from the hotel still naked. I didn't think that this was such a good idea, and I told Tanya so. She said that now I was being the chicken, and what was I worried about, did I think they'd throw us out? She said that we'd do it if they checked out at the same time as us. So they said, sure, they'd come out to the balcony when they were ready. We went and had a shower. Yes - together, but we didn't play this time. At least, not much. Then we packed everything - tennis racquets, pillows, and our one bag. When we were doing this, we noticed that we had left the clothes we weren't wearing the night before in Jay and Helen's room. So Tanya walked out the door to fetch them. Finally, we were ready to check out. I grabbed our stuff and we walked down the stairs to the front of the hotel with our friends. There was an old lady at reception who seemed quite affronted by our appearance. I shrugged, pointed at the others and said that they made us do it. She reluctantly accepted my key - as if I had infected it or something. And then we went and stood outside the hotel and waited for the other guys to finish checking out. From this position we could be seen from the road, but I don't think that anyone noticed us. Tanya gave Liz and Helen our email addresses so we could keep in contact. Finally the guys came out, and after kisses all round, we jumped into our car and left. Tanya put some shorts on but she stayed topless all the way back till we picked up the kids. I'm such a lucky guy. Now we are looking forward to another fun trip to the country sometime, we'll have to see if we can match that night, but somehow it seems unlikely. Friday Night It's Friday night, and I'm watching a science fiction show as you sit across the room completing your work. I want to play, but as you've explained, if I'm naughty, there will not be any reward. Absently I watch the show, wishing for the original characters. Daniel is still there though and I don't mind watching him at all. I open the book on my lap, a mindless racy romance. The more I read; I find the more inspiration I get for my own writing. Besides, they help fill the void when I'm not with you. Soon I am lost is the characters in the book. The tension between the heroine and hero builds to a crescendo of sexual fulfillment. I steal a glance at you, your papers spread out before you, your brow furrowed. I get up from the couch and go into the kitchen to retrieve some beer. I grab two bottles, open them and bring one to you and keep the other for myself. As I lean in to place the beer in front of you, you look up from your work and rub your hand on my ass. I bend down and give you a quick kiss, teasing you briefly brushing my tongue against your lips. I lift my mouth from yours and pull back just far enough to gaze into your eyes. Your eyes are dark and full of desire, and at the same time there is a hardness to them, that takes my breath away. "I'm not teasing!" I exclaim as your hand connects swiftly with my backside. "Fifteen more minutes, babe. Then I'll be done." You reply. Silently I walk to the bedroom to freshen up and change into the new long black gown I know you'll love to see me in. I put a leg up on your bed as I work the sheer black stocking up my calf over my knee and then to the top of my thigh. I slide my foot into the high heeled slipper and then place the other leg up and repeat the process. Then I run a brush through my hair; reapply shadow and kohl liner to my eyes, accentuating them. Lastly, I coat my lips in a silky deep colored lipstick. I smile at my reflection as I think about those lips wrapped around your thick cock. Before I leave the room, I dab some musk perfume on my neck, cleavage, and wrists. Satisfied that you will be pleased, I grab my robe and slip back to the couch my feet curled up under my robe. A different show now fills the television screen. Not having kept up with the series, I turn back to my book. The main characters now predictably embroiled in a seemingly life or death situation. I skim the pages and glance over to you again. My mind races with images of your body over mine. Absently, I take a long drink from my beer, leaving the bottle at my lips, my fingers running along the bottle's neck. I close my eyes as my lips lock around the opening, tipping my head back as the cool liquid slides down my throat. I lay my head back against the couch, closing my eyes. My finger tip glides across the top of the bottle as it rests snugly in my crotch. The cold bottle only stirs more excitement against my hot wanting pussy. I smile as I envision you moving deep inside me, in response my hips gyrate softly almost invisibly against the bottle. But I feel it there, hard like your cock, teasing, not giving me what I crave most. My smile widens as my mental countdown continues. I shiver with excitement for surely 15 minutes must be close to being up. Brazenly, I run my hand up my thigh, hip, stomach and slide it inside the robe. I dare not open my eyes, but my body suddenly radiates heat, and I know you're watching me. My hand stops as I try to maintain my composure, confident now that I'll be "in trouble" for teasing. What the hell, I reason, might as well go for broke. I glide the bottle (not so cold now) up my pelvis across my stomach and rub it on my unattended breast. My nipple puckers and hardens quickly. Softly I stroke it with the bottle as my fingers pinch and roll my other nipple. A warning flashes somewhere in my brain, but I choose to ignore it. I move the bottle towards my mouth extending my tongue to meet the tip as it nears my lips. I take a moment to glide my tongue along the rim before sliding it between my lips for a drink. As I lower the bottle and move to swallow, the bottle is removed from my hands. Your lips crush mine the frothy brew mingles as your tongue sears mine. Your hands tear open the robe taking a breast in each hand and squeeze them hard. I hold your head to mine matching the intensity of your kiss. I feel the strength of your desire as you push me down onto the cushions your knee separating my thighs and pushing hard against my sex. One hand pulls my hands above my head while the other dives under my gown and without pretence pumps a finger deep into me. I gasp for air as you devour my neck and chest, your finger turns into two as you fuck me hard. I feel my nipple drawn between your lips, sucking it. Your thumb circles my clit. My senses are sent into overload. Your teeth clamp down on my nipple- I scream out at the pain that quickly turns to pleasure as my orgasm washes over me. Your fingers pull out and immediately I feel your hot shaft fill me to the hilt. You take me fierce and hard, not letting my body come down, over and over- relentlessly you drive into me pounding with your hard flesh. My head thrashes about as you bite harder sending me further into an orgasmic abyss. Your body tightens and you thrust deeper and harder, your lips leave my breast and capture my lips again. "Open your eyes and look at me NOW!" you growl. My eyes snap open and I try to pull you into focus. I watch you through my own pleasured state as you cum. I feel your hot seed flood me. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" you exclaim as you pump your steady stream of cum deep into my belly filling me beyond capacity. I can feel it dripping from me each time you pull away. One last demanding kiss and groan and you are spent. You put your forehead to mine, both trying to regain some semblance of reality..... Slowly the world turns right side up again. Coyly I look at you and notice that you are nude, obviously I had been very wrapped up in what I was doing. "If this is the kind of trouble I'm going to get in, then you better watch out next time." Friday Night It had been one of those weeks for both of us. Those long days ending late at the office that just leave a body drained. We had been in the habit of going out for dinner Friday nights, but the two of us were far too drained for that. We're fortunate enough to have a place that delivers both movies and pizza in town. In short order, a scruffy looking kid arrived bearing dinner and our entertainment for the evening. Eighteen bucks and five minutes later, we were on the couch, some mindless romantic comedy in the DVD player, pizza box between us. The pizza wasn't bad, but the movie was even less than I expected. With interest in the movie gone, my attention drifted to the woman sharing the couch with me. Even in sweats with her hair all over the place there is something about her that I couldn't explain, but draws me to her. Her figure is perhaps not the best, but then again, neither is mine. I've never been a fan of the skinny look anyway. Tracing my eyes up a bit, I study the profile of her face. I have always thought she has a very cute face, and judging from the looks I see her getting when we go out, I am not the only one. Just at that moment, she smiles. What had been a rather pretty face becomes absolutely breathtaking. Whatever changes occur in the light and shadow happen when she smiles add up to something on the far side of amazing. That sort of smile could pull this long week to a decent end. Right then and there, I decide so see how much of a smile I can put on her face. Tossing the empty box aside, I reach over, and pull her to me. Before she can ask why, my hands are on her shoulders and neck. I can feel her stress drain away as I knead and rub the tense muscles knotted by her lazy co-workers and idiotic boss. Working my way down her back, I can feel her nearly melting as my hands pull the strain from her body. A wistful smile spreads across her lips, and I can't hold back any longer. I pull her around and plant my lips on hers. After a brief moment, our tongues are dancing around each other. Our embrace tightens, and we push into each other. My hands rubbing up and down her back, still bringing her closer to me. With a bit of purpose now, my hands moved down her back. Up and off comes her shirt, exposing her wonderful breasts. I lay her back on the couch and toss my own shirt to join hers on the floor. I pull away from her lips and begin to kiss her chin, her cheeks, her ears. Easing down a bit, I kiss her neck, knowing that it drives her wild. The smile that I had set out to create is there now, gracing her face which has become more than a bit flushed. Having covered her neck, her chest and shoulders are the next targets of my attention. Her hands are now running through my hair, telling me how much she's enjoying my company. As I find myself at her breast, I see that her nipples have become hard. With my tongue, I trace circles around one, then the other. As she arches into me, I take one and gently suck it between my lips, just lightly nipping the tip with my teeth. Her quivering body exciting me, I kiss my way down. In short order, her sweatpants and panties sail through the air. Starting high on the inside of her thigh, I kiss down to her ankle, then ever so slowly back up. Repeating on the other leg, I can see I am driving her crazy. As I reach the crease at the top of her leg, I start to trace my tongue across her skin. I move randomly, sometimes getting very close, then backing away. Before too long, I feel her hands pushing me, and allow her to guide me. As she guides me to her center, I can smell how aroused she is. I gently lick the outside of her glistening lips, tasting her. With a moan, she pulls me in closer, and I let my tongue explore her soft folds. Licking upwards, I come to her swollen clit. First, I trailed my tongue all around it for one last bit of tease. When I take it into my lips, she let out the sexiest sound I have ever heard. I couldn't begin to describe it, but it really got me going. With her clit in my lips, I flicked the tip of it with my tongue. Before long, I could tell she was on the edge. Releasing my lips, I ease down, and push my tongue deep inside her. As I taste every part of her innermost womanhood, I feel her muscles tighten around my tongue, and feel a flood of sweet juice on my face. I suck and lick until I feel her calm, then slide up until I am holding her close, pulling her body into mine. She turns to me, and I see that smile... Friday Night It was a hot, sweltering Friday night the kind you only find in the Deep South. Lee realized that there was nothing special going on tonight. His buddies were mostly out of town or out on dates and he was at home, alone. He had broken up with his girlfriend some months previously and had not even tried to go out since then. His job was going well but he felt like his creativity being drained by the restrictions of the corporate world. Now he found himself in his apartment on a Friday night with no plans, no girl and no dreams. "No, you can't do this to yourself anymore, time to take control of your life again." He stood, grabbed his keys and started walking to the door. He glanced at himself in the mirror in the hallway as he walked by and stopped dead. He gazed at his reflection in the mirror for a second, unshaven, t-shirt, old college shorts and sandals. No, this would not do at all. Decision time, if he was going to run the clubs then he needed to look his best. He strode back to the bedroom and emerged an hour later. He looked at his reflection this time a grin played across his face. Now he liked what he saw. He let his hazel eyes rove over the reflection for a moment, collared linen shirt giving just a hint of the muscle that lay underneath, black slacks and his best dress shoes. No need for a jacket tonight. "Girls go crazy for a sharp dressed man," he whistled to himself. In the garage he paused for a moment then decided that the MGB was the car for the evening. He put the top down and roared off into the night. On the other side of town some one else was getting ready for an evening out. Ingrid could hardly contain her excitement at the thought of heading out for an evening of dancing. She had been working hard all week, painting, packaging and shipping. Now it was time to cut loose. An early phone call had stifled her excitement a little. Her girlfriend wasn't going to be able to come with her tonight. She decided that going alone wouldn't be bad at all and who knows it might open the evening up for other possibilities. She pampered herself enjoying every moment spent preparing for the evening ahead. A lingering hot bath letting her favorite bath oils caress her skin. She shaved legs to give them that silky smooth feeling, then a little higher up as well. "After all a girl should be prepared for anything," she thought. Wrapped only in a towel she went through her closet throwing clothes on to the bed. Outfits soon covered ever inch of it. The leather one was the first to go, just to hot for that she thought. The other black dress went next, a little short for an evening of dancing. She did like to show off, but you had to put your foot down somewhere. On she went, weighing the merits of each. She finally decided on the plaid skirt with the low-necked white top. Not as daring as the others and certainly not what she would have chosen if she was not going to be alone. No pantyhose or stockings tonight though, just a white thong, white lacy bra and black high-heeled shoes to complete the ensemble. Still wrapped in her towel she seated herself in front of the mirror for the finishing touches. Finger and toenails done in matching polish, a shade of lipstick to compliment, a bit of blush and mascara to bring out her eyes and eyelashes. Finally her strawberry blonde hair, she fussed with it for an eternity before piling it atop her head. She gazed at the results in the mirror, a smile slowly creeping across her face. She shivered a bit in anticipation of the evening to come. Yes, it was going to be a fun time tonight, she thought. She finished dressing. Gave herself several light sprits of her favorite perfume, behind her ears, on her wrists and in the erotic valley between her breasts. She threaded her way through the house, still in disarray from the week's mailings, to the garage. The red mustang gleamed as she flipped on the lights. It too was ready for an evening of fun. Tonight, though the top would be up. She hadn't spent an hour working on her hair to have it spoiled before she even got to the club. Then she was off, the neighborhood returning to silence as the mustang's engine faded off in the distance. As long as she had taken to prepare she arrived early enough to get a table near the dance floor. She could see and be seen by just about everyone that came in. The high stool showed off her legs and she wiggled a little in excitement as the band started to warm up and people began filtering into the club. She ordered a drink and an appetizer from the waitress to get the evening going, giving the waitress a long appreciative look. If the evening didn't pan out maybe the waitress would be interested in spending some time together. She shook her head. "No, the night is young, let's see what happens before you start hitting on the waitress," she thought to herself. It didn't take long before she did find herself on the dance floor. There were plenty of single guys out. There was almost a line of them wanting to dance with her. She smiled and flirted, sometimes rubbing up against them as they danced to see how excited she could get them. She could feel her own arousal as she danced. Her nipples were showing as two tiny bumps through her blouse and her dance partners' eyes seemed to be riveted on them. Sometimes she would grind her pelvis hard against them as they danced across the floor seeing if they were as turned on as she. Several ran their hands across her firm ass, but each time she just smiled and danced away a bit. Teasing and daring them to do more, none did. She was a bit disappointed that none had tried to go a little farther. As she rested between dances she would chat with those brave enough to sit for a moment at her table. But none of them proved to be very interesting. If they couldn't do anything but stare at her breasts, they weren't of much use except on the dance floor. At one point a woman asked her to dance, she readily agreed and they moved on to the dark dance floor with its flashing lights. The band was playing with a slow song with a hard heady beat and the two of them seemed to move as one across the floor. They danced close and hard moving up and down against each other. She thought she would cum right there on the floor when the other woman held her around the waist thrusting her pussy against her in time with the beat. The song ended and they kissed, the woman slipping her a piece of paper as the song ended then disappearing into the crowd. She stood stunned for a moment and then made her way back to her table as she read the note. She sat the next few dances out taking a breather after the wild ride the woman had given her and considering the note's suggestion of an evening of fun. It was late when he finally arrived. He entered the dimly lit club and stood in the entry for a moment to let his eyes adjust. This one had the biggest crowd he had seen all evening and by far the best band. He glanced around trying to pick out the singles from the couples and seeing if there was a table or seat he could grab. It had been a good evening so far as he gazed about the crowded club. He watched with interest, as a tall blonde walked off the dance floor towards what he had thought was an empty table. She was reading something as she sat down, crossing her long legs her short plaid skirt hiking up her thighs a bit. She was striking, her hair piled high on her head with one errant strand dangling down the left side of her face. He found a spot at the bar where he could see the whole room and didn't have to strain to watch her as well. She danced a lot, never turning away a request. Sometimes they were invited back to her table, but more often they danced through a couple of songs together and went their separate ways. Those that came back to the table would stay and chat with her for a few minutes but they never lasted very long. "Well, what's the worst that could happen?" he thought to himself "You get to dance to couple of songs with a pretty woman. Then she tells you to get lost if she doesn't like you nothing wrong with that." He saw that the band was coming back after a break so he stood up and headed towards her table. "Hi there, I'm Lee," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "I see the band coming back and I thought you might like to dance with me." She looked him over across the top of her drink and smiled. "Hi Lee, I'm Ingrid. I'd love to." She stood and he offered her his hand. "Let's dance then." He led her on to the floor as the band began to play. He was intrigued by her soft accent but was soon distracted by her dancing. He smiled at her, matching her step for step on the floor. He noticed that her nipples had grown quite hard and were trying to poke through her top. As distracting as that was it was her face that attracted him the most and he found himself gazing into the depths of her eyes and studying her sensual mouth as they danced. He felt his cock begin to harden as they moved across the floor. Dancing always did that to him, that's why he always wore pleated pants to hide his erection. Several times she moved in close rubbing her breasts and pelvis against him seductively, her eyes twinkling. He knew that she could feel the erection straining in his pants. The song came to an end. "That was fun, stay for another with me?" She didn't reply, just smiled at him as they waited for the next song. The beat picked up and the strobes began to flash. He was ready for her this time. As she pressed up against him he took her around the waist and held her tight against him, rubbing his hard cock across the mound of her pussy. She didn't object placing her hands around his neck she meet his gaze and gave a few thrusts of her own. He let his hands wander across her ass, gently squeezing the firm cheeks as their hug tightened, their hips moving in time to the music. She broke the embrace and danced a step or two away from him. She turned away swinging her ass seductively at him watching him over her shoulder her eyes half closed. He stepped up to her holding her around the waist settling his erection in the valley of her ass. She thrust back against his erection in time to the music. His hips grinding against her as the strobes continued to flash. His hand moved to her breast, squeezing it gently trying to lightly pinch her aroused nipple through the cloth of her blouse. She held her hand against his, squeezing it then pulled away turning to face him again, a large smile on her face. He grinned back lost in the beauty of her eyes. The song ended and the lights came back up a bit. "Let's get a drink," she took him by the hand back leading him back to her table. They sat down he motioned for the waitress and ordered. They began to chat, waiting for the drinks to arrive. The conversation turned this way and that, touching on many things and they flirted with each other shamelessly. One thing remained unchanged his gaze never left her face as if drawn there by some magnetic force. The drinks arrived and they laughed as they both excused themselves to use the restroom. "Shall we rendezvous back here?" "Yes, lets. It is my table after all so I will definitely be here." Ingrid moved quickly to the restroom. "Oh my god," she thought. She gazed at herself in the mirror. Her face flushed her nipples aching underneath her bra. She found an empty stall. Hiking up her skirt she ran her hand across her excited thong covered pussy. Her thong was soaked in her juices. She trembled recalling the feel of his hard cock through his pants. Pulling her thong to her knees she sat down on the toilet letting her fingers slide across and into her hot pussy. Her other hand found a breast, tweaking, and pinching the aroused nipple her other hand moving faster in and out and across her pussy. Her head tilting back, thrusting her breasts forward as the tension built deep inside her. It was different this time something primal like nothing she had felt before. Starting deep in the core of her being and expanding outward in wave after wave of rapture, her body beginning to move in rhythm to some ancient dance. Still her orgasm caught her unawares so incredible were the sensations leading up to when it exploded through her. She sat unmoving for several minutes completely drained by the experience. She cleaned herself up. Deciding that the thong was not doing much good she shoved it in her purse. She checked herself in the mirror and headed eagerly back to the table. Lee entered the restroom, looking for an empty stall. A urinal was out of the question in his current condition. Pulling down his pants he sat down on the toilet gazing at his throbbing cock. He couldn't believe how excited he was his cock felt bigger than it ever had before. Without thinking he began moving his hand up and down the throbbing rigid shaft. His thoughts were locked on Ingrid, her face, her seductive smile, her pink tongue wetting her lips, and her eyes gazing into his. He could almost feel her hard nipples crushing against his chest and the muscled firmness of her ass when he squeezed it with his hands. He could feel his orgasm building deep inside his balls, his shaft growing harder and longer reacting to his stroking hand. He could feel her pussy thrusting up against his cock as they danced and the heavenly sensation as he thrust it against her ass. He grunted hard as he went over the edge, his body rigid the throbbing shaft forcing jet after jet of cum into the air. It hit the door and slid down to the floor in a large white puddle. He collapsed, gazing at the mess, his cock going limp in his hand. Leaning over he cleaned himself and the floor up. His underwear was soaked where his cocked had leaked while they danced. He took them off and dropped them the trash as he washed up. A quick glance in the mirror and he headed back to the table. Lee arrived before Ingrid did and took another moment to calm him self down. Even after bringing himself to orgasm in the restroom he was still very excited. He finished his drink in one long swallow and motioned to the waitress for another. Ingrid got back to the table just as the waitress did. The waitress gave her a long look as if aware of what she had been doing in the restroom. They continued to flirt and chat as they finished their drinks. Then the lead singer announced last call. Startled Lee looked at his watch, 1:30am! How had the night gone by so fast? "Come on, Ingrid. Let's finish the night on the dance floor." She nodded in agreement and together they made their way on to the floor. It was still crowded and the lights were dim. Their dancing had taken on a new tone though, closer, harder. They rubbed against each other constantly. He held her tight as she rubbed her pussy up and down his thigh his hands holding and squeezing her ass. Back and forth they moved, his hard cock rubbing across her pussy or up and down the valley of her ass. Her breasts rubbed hard against his chest and once against his back as she danced behind him, thrusting her pussy against his ass and rubbing one hand up and down his hard cock. He was excited beyond comprehension, his entire being focused on the beautiful woman dancing with him. The band announced its last song, a slow number. The lights dimmed and the strobes flicked on, adding a surreal quality to the dance. He held her close this time one hand sliding underneath her skirt, fondling her ass. He paused for a moment when his hand found nothing but bare skin under her skirt. He held her tighter one, the one hand slipping down the valley of her ass searching for her sweet pussy. He found it, wet, hot and swollen. He felt rather than heard her moan as he slipped a finger inside her thrusting it slowly in and out in time with the slow throbbing beat of the music. She leaned against him her hands locked around his neck, holding him close as his finger explored her excited pussy. His rock hard cock was throbbing in his pants aching to find its way into her. He continued to finger her, managing to unzip his pants with the other hand. He could feel her breathing hard, her hot breath against his chest. He lifted her skirt and guided his cock toward her hot pussy. She seemed unaware of what was happening concentrating only on his finger moving inside her. He removed his finger and she whimpered. "No, no, don't stop, make me cum. I need to cum, fuck me with your finger!" she hissed. Instead he placed the head of his iron cock at the entrance to her depths and thrust hard, driving his throbbing member deep into her. She gasped. "Oh yes, oh god yes, fuck me with your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried out softly. He moved both hands under her skirt, gripping her ass fiercely as he drove is raging cock into her. She thrust back, leaning away holding him tight around his neck to keep from falling back. He grunted hard her pussy squeezing him tightly, a velvet lined sheath made just for his steel cock. She writhed against him to the beat of the music, thrusting and squeezing the cock that was fucking into her. Her clit felt enormous where it slammed into his pelvis. She thrust faster as the itchy goodness began to overwhelm her. It started again, that primal orgasm growing in the very depths of her pussy, building at the spot where his cock hit bottom, growing with each powerful thrust inside her. The music played on his cock thrusting and throbbing to the heady beat. She felt him go completely rigid, his jaw clenching to keep from crying out on the crowded floor. She felt the big cock pulsing inside her as she squeezed, could almost feel the hot streams of cum filling her, infusing her with his essence. Her own orgasm burst upon her as his cum filled her. She bucked and writhed, cumming on the meaty cock. Her juices mingling with his, sagging against each other shocked at what their bodies had achieved. He slipped some tissues into her hand as he withdrew his cock from her swollen pussy. She slipped them inside her pussy trying to hold back the flood of juices that threatened to spill out. Their clothes were straightened out in a few moments just as the song ended and the lights came on full force. They blinked at each other like a pair of owls in the unexpected light, smiling all the while. "So you think you might want to go dancing with me again?" he asked. "I think I would like that a lot, but maybe a more private club next time," she replied a twinkle in her eyes. Friday Night Friday night, we were both exhausted from a busy week, and making an attempt to watch a movie seemed about all we were up to. Stretched out leisurely on the couch, we chatted idly about the tasks of the weekend ahead, and groaned with each new one assigned. You had decided to put on your PJ's, feeling more comfortable without the restraints of more restrictive clothing or undergarments. The light yellow fabric of the teddy fit the mood of the evening, calm and secure. The top was loose fitting, and the shorts were almost boxer in design. I had taken a similar path, opting for my familiar floppy gym shorts, the ones you always complained were too short in the legs. You lay there serenely, stretched along the length of the couch, head kind of propped on my lap as I sat at one far end. My hands idly traced back and forth along your tummy, under your PJ top, the back of my nails just grazing your skin. No intent, just touching you softly, assuring you of my presence. A soft shiver from your shoulders told me my touch was having an unintended effect, but I couldn't let the opportunity go unnoticed. I continued my soft advances, gradually letting my fingers travel farther up your tummy, slowly nearing the underside of your unencumbered breasts. A soft little moan escaped your lips as I barely touched the underside of one breast, slowly tracing a line along its underside. Not to be outdone, your hand slowly slid beneath your body, along the inner edge of my thigh, finally reaching the hem of my shorts. The soft press of your breast against my fingers accompanied by the nearness of your fingers along the uppermost region of my thigh was having an immediate effect on me. You noticed the unmistakable rise of my member against the side of your face as you continued your investigation under the loose fabric of my shorts. You turned your head slowly, and nuzzling the area, breathed your hot breath against the fabric beneath. My fingers continued their trek north, until finally reaching the tip of one peak, circled it and adeptly pinched it lightly between thumb and forefinger. A slight gasp escaped your lips, immediately accompanied by the rapid rise in the blood content of my recent target. The soft crinkling of skin in the surrounding area let me know that my attentions were having their desired effect. My hand now decided to move in a different direction, slowly sliding back along its original path to your tummy, and then continued. Slowly gliding over the waistband of your shorts, I reached around to your front, and firmly placed my hand between your legs, spreading my fingers and thus your legs. The heat against the inside of my palm, was unmistakable. The softness of your lips pushing against my fingers was palpable. I rolled your lips back and forth against each other, feeling them slide as more and more lubricant found its mark. Your hand now reached higher beneath the short stretch of fabric, and tickled the head of my now straining cock, squeezing the tip, and feeling it re-flood with a new energy. The looseness of the shorts enabled you to completely slide your hand along the highest part of my thigh, until you had completely grasped my package, encircling my balls as well as my now enflamed shaft. The leg of the shorts had risen to the point to where when I looked down, I realized you had now fully exposed my engorged tool, and were eying it ravenously. My fingers, now eager to make contact with your softest of flesh, quickly leaped to the top of your waistband, and darted inside, resuming the same position as it had occupied outside this scant material. I was rewarded by the feeling of your flesh rolling back and forth against my fingers as they plied their way between the smooth wet lips. My sudden attack on your pussy was not in vain. I immediately felt the unmistakable heat of your mouth as it lowered itself onto my hardened cock, lathering it with the anticipatory juices of your earnest mouth. I eagerly arched my hand against the inside of your shorts, sliding them down your legs as you lifted your hips to assist. You turned your body over towards mine, impatient to resume your oral task, but yearning for my hand to get back to its mark. Nearly on your back, with your legs splayed apart to allow full access for my hand, you turned your head and stretched out your tongue, lapping at the soft flesh between the top of my thigh and the adjacent package. My fingers now resumed their game, rubbing your lips against each other, basking in the feel of how they slid against each other under my guidance. Reaching down, and down further still, I crooked one finger against the very base of your lips, and slowly, ever so slowly, dragged it upwards, through the slippery shiny wet walls of your pussy. Your legs jerked slightly as I teased the tender opening of your love tunnel, making a small circle around the entrance, teasing her with the anticipation of invasion. But I had much higher goals, and was not to be denied. You had resumed your attack on my now turgid member, and were lathering him with such voracity I feared that you may consume the eruption before I could reach my goal. With each new variance of my digital foreplay, you had managed to wrap your hand around my balls and were slowly massaging them, as though to coax the burning load they held. I could withstand the situation no longer, and shifting slightly, made you aware that I needed to change our positions. Reluctantly, you disengaged, watching as my bobbing cock waved back and forth as it sprang from the suction of your mouth. I moved to the end of the couch, and grabbing your legs, pulled them over the armrest. Your open legs in front of me, and your hands mindlessly playing in the playground we both enjoyed so much, was too much for me to bear. Kneeling at the end of the couch, I slid your legs over my shoulders and without hesitation started licking the innermost part of your thighs adjacent the softness of your warmth. My tongue dallied against the outer edges of your lips, gently sucking each one, one at a time, pulling on them gently. My tongue was able to slide between them, slicking back and forth in the pink channel, teasing again over that tight little hole that wanted so dearly to be occupied. I glanced upward, out of the corner of my eye, and smiled secretly as I saw your fingers playing with your most secret of treasures, gently rubbing him beneath the upper folds of your tight pussy. As I moved my mouth slowly upward, I felt you move your hands to the top of my head, guiding me even farther, coaxing me, pulling me, begging me to clasp that little bud between my lips and stroke him back and forth with my tongue. Happy to comply with your wishes, I dragged my tongue to the apex of your pussy, nearly bumping my nose when I reached the goal of my journey. Your clit was swollen to nearly the size of a pencil erasure, engorged and flaming red with desire. Your outstretched fingers held back any attempts by your soft lips to protect him from my attack. My lips ensnarled your bud, pulling him into my mouth between tight lips. Such was his engorgement that I could flick him with my tongue while pushing mightily against your pubis with my lips. Your hips bucked spasmodically as the beginnings of your orgasm rolled forward from the very depths of y9our womb. You clenched my head with your thighs as your heels pummeled my back, arching yourself against my face, sucking your nub and squeezing your bottom with both my hands as I held you tight against me. Your eyes became little slits as your head flopped from side to side against the cushions of the couch. A slow gutteral groan escaped from your lips as you started to whimper, and then opened your mouth wide as you surrendered yourself to the waves of pleasure wracking through your body. Although certainly not needing any additional attention to stay at the point of full arousal, my hand continued to stroke my burgeoning cock while attending to my oral delights. Slowly standing between your outstretched legs, I looked down and watched with eager anticipation as you slowly tried to quiet the pulsations which continued to consume your body, and more importantly, the innermost regions of your womanhood. Finally gathering your senses, you gazed downward, between your outstretch legs, and saw my manipulations. Looking up into my eyes in earnest, you whispered, "Come here Honey, be inside me. Let me feel you inside my tight pussy. You gave me such a beautiful cum, now I want to watch you make it too." I smiled, knowing that I wouldn't last long once inside the cloying walls of your tightness, but knowing I couldn't last much longer slowly stroking myself with the sensuality of what we had just shared in my mind. I nodded, and ever so slowly, leaned forward, sliding the length and firmness of my engorged cock between the wet shiny lips of your satiated pussy. Almost immediately, I felt the heat of your womb, basking me with its heat and urgency for another orgasm. I felt my balls tighten within their sac, preparing for the eruption they would send forward to quench the fires within. I stopped, trying to compose myself, wanting the moment to last. Your eyes pleaded, looking deep into mine, and in a low voice whispered, "Make it Honey, make a big cum for me and let me watch." "Let me watch that hot juice shoot out of your hard cock and cover my aching pussy with it." "Let me watch your hand slide up and down and shoot its hot load out of its tip until it can't cum anymore." "Do that for me Baby. Do that for me." I watched as your hands returned to the very top of your pussy, slowly spreading your lips once again. Though slightly smaller than he had been before, it was plain to see your little clit was once again primed and ready to participate in some additional excitement. The level of sex in the air was so thick, you could cut it with t knife. I gazed down at my waving wet cock, poised against the wetness of your gaping pussy lips. The head was inflamed and nearly purple with the engorged blood summoned. I slowly began to stroke my cock, slow long strokes, nearly hiding the head at the top of my rhythm, then all the way down to the base, sliding him into the wetness before him as an additional tease to us both. Suddenly, I looked up and saw your eyes begin to roll back again, at the same time feeling the onslaught of a burning deep within my shaft, eager to spew its molten load into or onto whatever was in front of it. My hand started to increase its speed, wrapping itself tighter around the shaft, emulating the tightness of the pussy within which it had started this incredible journey. A slow growl started to escape from my lips, signaling approval for what I was experiencing and about to achieve. You answered my growl, "Oh yes Baby, don't hold back. Cum with me Baby. Watch me cum while I watch you cum. Cum on my wet pussy. Cum on my tight wet pussy Baby. That's right. Shoot your hot cum on my pussy and make me cum along with you." My fist was a flurry of knuckles now as I sought to match you stroke for stroke. I watched as you rubbed your nub in tight little circles, holding your lips open with one hand and tending to the urgency of your need with the other. My own urgency was nearing explosive proportions and my knees nearly buckled. "Now Baby, NOW." "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum again." "Cum with me now. Oh make me feel that hot batter spray on my aching pussy. Llet me watch as you shoot all over me." Spasm after spasm wracked through my body as I looked downward and watched jet after jet of thick white hot jism shoot forward from the head of my cock onto the busy hands before me. As if liquid fire, it ignited your orgasm and I watched while continuing to stroke, anointing you as you rubbed the new lubricant into your treasure, cupping it and pulling it deeper into the soft folds surrounding your clit. You rose slightly, bending forward and, smiling, bent down, taking my cock in your mouth, and loudly sucked the last drops of enthusiasm from my cock, allowing it to pop loudly from your mouth when you released him. Friday Night I wrote this story at the request of someone very special. He wanted to see this night from my perspective. It's not strictly a BDSM story so if that's what you're looking for you may want to skip this one. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. It's dark tonight and the air outside is unseasonably warm but that's nothing compared to the heat inside the cab of your truck as I sit next to you literally dripping with desire. I'm expecting to go back to my office for a little tryst, for some stolen moments of furtive sex before we both go back to our respective homes for the weekend. It's not ideal, our situation, but I've learned to live with it. I've learned, if not to be as patient as you, at least to try not to complain as much. As I've said to you before, you are well worth the wait- so wait I will, and I'll definitely take the hot, mind-blowing sex on my desk while I do. But you surprise me, tell me to meet you at the commuter lot- that you're coming home with me tonight. It's stupid. We both know it but I'm not going to point out the obvious so I get in my car and race towards home, towards you and me naked in bed for an entire night! When we arrive at my house I fumble with my keys trying to unlock the door as quickly as possible. Suddenly your hand is between my legs and I'm lifted off the ground as you push me inside. I'm surprised by your strength- not that I don't know you're a strong man- I do- but that's a hundred and something pounds you just lifted off the ground with one hand like it was nothing. I knew at that moment it was going to be an interesting night. You go to the bathroom while I go upstairs and turn on the heater. I know you like it hot and I'm planning to have you naked very soon. I hear you laughing downstairs and call down to you, wondering what's so funny. Apparently I've left my vibrator on the sink in the bathroom. I used it this morning while fantasizing about you whipping me with your belt again. That fantasy always makes me come in 2 minutes flat and I don't know why. I don't know why the sting of the leather on my skin makes my pussy drip, why giving you permission to strike me was one of the sexiest things I've ever done, but it is. I come back downstairs and you tell me to show you how I used my vibrator this morning. You love to watch but I'll be damned if I do that tonight. I have you- my favorite toy to play with tonight and I'm not going to be using anything else. I make you another drink and we sit and talk. Why? Why are we talking? I think to myself. It's been 5 very long days since I've held you inside me and I'm dying with lust. We're sitting in complete darkness and your eyes glow. I stare at you, transfixed by your presence. You are the sexiest man I've ever had the pleasure to know. I feel my breathing quicken and my pulse race sitting there staring at you. My nipples harden and somehow you know. You grab my breasts, cup them in your palms and lean to kiss me. You reach around and undo my bra, snaking the straps down my arms and off. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. I need you and I hate that. Ever since I opened my eyes and saw you- really saw you- you have become a part of me, as necessary as breathing. You are my heart, the blood in my veins, and the breath in my lungs. I said to you once, when you asked me "Why you? Why do I feel this need for you? For your body, your blood, your soul?" In answer to that question we had both been asking ourselves- trying to find some reason in all the insanity, I replied simply "Because it's yours and you want it back." We are part of each other- one soul, one blood in two bodies, only together are we whole. I still believe that. I feel it more acutely now than ever. I need to connect with you- to hold your body in mine. We go upstairs. Finally. You climb onto the huge bed and we kiss. God how I love to kiss you. Especially when you kiss me like that- when you really mean it, when you kiss me like your life depends on it- GOD how that makes my skin sizzle. I take off your shirt, pull at your belt and my pussy clenches involuntarily. Oh, the belt. I want you to hit me with it. I take off my shirt, turn sideways and seductively shimmy out of my pants. "Go get me the oil" you say. I strut to the dresser feeling your eyes drinking in my nakedness. "You listen so well" you whisper under your breath and I think to myself "So it's going to be that kind of night." I walk back and launch myself at you, kissing you desperately. We collapse on the bed naked, our bodies melting together, rubbing against each other, exploring one another as though it's been months, not merely days since we last coupled. "Turn around" you demand. "I want to smell your pussy." I don't want to stop kissing you, but the promise of your tongue on my hot dripping cunt is more than enough incentive. I flip around so my ass and my pussy hover directly over your face. The blanket is covering you, but I put my hand under the sheet and grab your cock. It's rock hard already. I put my face between your legs, breathing in your scent as you press your nose and lips to me. I hear you inhaling, short quick breaths, trying to get as much of my smell into your lungs as possible. You moan and then attack my swollen pussy. Your tongue laps at my entrance, soaked with my juices already, then slides down towards my clit. You swirl your tongue around my hard little bud while pressing your fingers into me. I moan at the feeling of your fingers penetrating me- it feels too good. You fuck me gently with your fingers and then pull them out and begin coating my ass with my wetness. Your tongue slides back, pauses at the entrance to my pussy, plunges in and then continues its journey back towards my ass. You slide your fingers into me again as I feel your tongue probe my ass. I shiver. I clench. I moan. The sensations you're causing in my body put my mind in overload. Soon I feel the familiar swelling inside me. You've been working that secret spot inside, coaxing the liquid down, pressing and pulling my come closer and closer. I make a sound- it somehow alerts you that I'm about to explode and you move your mouth from my ass to my pussy. A few more strokes and I release, coming all over you, soaking you, coming into your wanting mouth. You continue to press and pull- you want more but my body is spent. I flip around to kiss you, tasting my come on your lips, your tongue. "I want to kiss you more" I say as I capture your lips with mine. "That is an excellent idea" you reply as your hand reaches down between our legs. Suddenly I feel the head of your cock pressing against my opening. I open my mouth to tell you not to, but before I can utter a syllable I'm impaled by your dick. "Sorry," you say, "I couldn't wait any longer." And I don't mind. You feel too good to mind. I was going to torture you a bit more first, but who the hell cares now? I ride you slowly, savoring every inch of your thick hard cock sliding in and out of my stretched pussy. I kiss you, breathe you in and fuck myself along your shaft. You say something. Something about wanting to spank me again. I look at you, sure that you see how much that idea turns me on. And I ask, "You want to hit me?" "You like it" you say in answer. "That's not what I asked." I respond. "You want to hit me?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because you like it." you say. "True. But you like to do it." I respond. "Why?" "Because you're mine." "And why would you hurt what's yours?" I ask "Because it's mine. Because it fills a need." you say. It's at this point that I think the alcohol finally kicks in. You flip us over so you're on top. "Hands above your head." you command "Do not move them." My hands are on your ass, pressing your hips into mine. I don't want to move them. I don't want them above my head, but, I realize, this is pay back for last week when I demanded the same of you. I dig my nails into your sides and rake your skin as I slowly raise my arms. You laugh at me knowingly as I grip my hands together over my head. "Sucks, doesn't it?" you smirk as you lower your head to my armpit. You inhale trying to find my scent, but are disappointed. I don't smell. I haven't used deodorant in months but it takes a bit of work to coax my scent from me. You lick and suck my underarm while you slowly fuck me. Your rhythm begins to build in intensity and I feel myself getting close to orgasm. I moan and you slow down. Damn you. You're talking to me. I pull myself from my fog to listen. You're saying something sweet, but somehow it sounds as though you're angry. "Do you have any idea how long I've worshipped the ground you walk on?" you ask me. "No" I say, but I want to hear more- how long? What do you mean worship? Tell me! But you've changed the subject. "I do love you" you profess as you start to fuck me harder. "I tried to refuse it for...I try to" your voice is raspy and your hand is around my throat. I feel my orgasm within reach again and I let out a strangled gasp. You stop again. "Oh I hate you!" I say- denied my release once more and your hand moves to my face. You grasp my chin and cheek roughly, squeeze tightly as you say "I know- just as I hate you." Confusion crosses my face, "Why?" I manage to ask through my caged lips. "For the same reasons you do." you reply. You start fucking me again, slowly but forcefully. You lean down and kiss me. "I love you" you whisper into my mouth. "So you hate me because you love me?" I ask. "Yes." You start fucking me harder and again shove your face in my underarm. You inhale. Still disappointed. You stare at me, your gaze penetrating. "You don't smell good enough to be fucked this hard" you say. Then you pull all the way out of me and drive yourself back in as hard as you can. You do it again, my hips the only thing that seems to keep you from impaling me and driving your dick out the top of my head. "You don't deserve to be fucked." you say again. "When you come to me on Friday you'd better stink and your pussy better be dirty, filthy. You will not use deodorant or wash your underarms with soap for the rest of the week. I want you to smell when I fuck you next time." Your hand is back on my face- clenched around my chin and cheek. I stare up at you, controlling, demanding, dominant, and I smile. Or it would be a smile if my face were free to do so. I'll play this game with you. After all I do belong to you wholly and completely as I've never belonged to anyone before. I lie here bound by only my will, your will, to keep my hands over my head. I will play this game. I will let you own me, control me, use me because, to be honest I like it and also because I know next time it will be my turn. You continue to glare at me and I glare back. I can see in your eyes, not hatred exactly, but that thing we both feel, that helplessness that we hate when we acknowledge how much power the other truly has over us. I see it in your eyes now, you do love me. And you do hate me. And you do want to tear me open and take back what's yours. I spread my legs - go ahead- hurt me, tear me open, take me, take back what's yours. You release my face and rise up on your knees grabbing my ankles. You pull my legs together and straight up so that my feet are in your face. You begin to kiss my feet and tickle my toes with your tongue. With my legs together like this I'm even tighter and your cock feels huge inside me. You pound into me as you kiss my feet and spread my legs. Holding my ankles you press my legs outward into a split. This too causes the muscles inside me to tighten around your cock and I feel you swell. In this position, with my hands over my head, all I can do is lie there. I can't even move my hips to meet your thrusts. I'm completely at your mercy and seeing you looming above my spread legs I feel it. You feel it too. "You look beautiful like this." you say "Beautiful and vulnerable." Your cock moves in and out of my soaked pussy, slamming against me, against my engorged clit. You stare at my prone body and I feel your cock pulse. "Shit!" you scream as you clench my ankles harder and force your dick deeper in my cunt. You start to call me names. Dirty names, filthy names and I know you're about to come. I feel it, I feel your dick swell inside me, and I feel your hot come shoot against the walls of my pussy. I feel you fill me with your come and you scream, you growl and hiss that I'm beautiful, that you love me. Feeling your cock swell and pulse inside me sends me over the edge. I scream and buck up against you as my pussy convulses. I feel myself squeezing your dick impossibly tight- so tight we seem locked together motionless. You grab my face again as you shove yourself as deep inside me as possible, still spasming and filling me. Your face is inches away from mine and even though I'm the one "bound" and "vulnerable" I feel as though I've conquered you. I reach my head towards yours, leaning in for a kiss. Our tongues dance for a moment and then you collapse next to me. You haven't told me I can move my arms yet, but I reach down and stroke your thigh as you recover. "I'm so tired" you say. "Come here baby, lie down with me. Get under the covers and lie here next to me." I coax you up and under the covers and turn my back to you, nestle into your chest and tuck myself under you so we can rest. You wrap your body around mine- a perfect fit in every way, and you sigh. With my warm ass pressed against you and your hand on my belly you fall quickly asleep. I lie there and listen to your soft breathing, feeling your breath on my cheek. I am so in love with you it takes my breath away. Tears form in my eyes and I wipe them away. I snuggle closer into you feeling your heat and your strength all around me. I kiss your fingers and this rouses you. I didn't mean to do that. "I want to fuck you again" you say pressing your cock against my ass. "I know you do, but let's rest for a while first." You nod and fall back to sleep. I know you need your rest. You hadn't slept well in a while. I won't sleep for some time yet. Our lovemaking has left me wired, energized, but I want you to sleep. So I lie there warm and safe in your arms, listening to you sleep next to me. Content. At peace. Whole. Friday Night Standing under the hot shower, Sarah washed the days grime from her, admiring the play of the soapy water as it flowed over her young lithe body. Her hands, well soaped worked the scented lather all over. The feel of her slippery hands as they glided over her sent shivers through her. She could smell her own special scent mixing with the strawberry perfumed wash. Her hands caressed her breasts, gently kneading them, pushing them together, squeezing them tight as she watched. She always loved the deep cleavage they made when pressed firmly together, and fondly remembered the last time they were wrapped around a young studs cock. The way the tip of his cock looked as it appeared, as if by magic as it parted her breasts, and rose majestically towards her watering mouth. She was flicking her thumbs over her pierced nipples, gently playing with the tiny bars that she wore to work. She wished she could wear some of her other jewellery, but they were too obvious for her staid co-workers. Her hands drifted down, soaping, cleaning until they reached her delicate folds, folds that had already parted due to her arousal. Her fingers tickled along her labial piercings, gently playing with the small rings that adorned her lips. Again, small, modest, unlikely to be noticed, before flicking over her clit piercing. She could feel the captive bead as it gently pressed on her hard throbbing clit. A constant reminder of just how turned on she was. It would have been easy, too easy to have given in to the moment and tease herself, toy with herself, and to have a great orgasm under the pounding hot water, but that would have been too easy. Much better to keep that sexual tension, to deny herself with a promise that she'd find someone to make her scream out loud later. With a shudder, she barely managed to stop herself from giving in to the heat that burned between her thighs, and reluctantly she stepped out of the shower. Walking naked into her bedroom, the cool air teasing her drying skin, she sat down at her dresser, and stared at her special box. The box in which she kept all her special jewellery. All the wonderful pieces that she couldn't get away with at work. Picking up her mobile, she called her best friend, Bonni, and started to make serious plans for the night ahead. Her nipples were sticking out, dark, hard, and her aureole were crinkled up with lust. She felt soo turned on, becoming even more so as as the phone made the connection. Bonni, her best friend was the unknowing accomplice in her plans. They chatted before every girls night out, and Sarah had hit upon a great way to spice up her evening's entertainment. "Hi Gyrl" Bonni answered, "You getting ready?" she asked, and Sarah could feel a fresh flood from her pussy. It was almost that moment, almost that time when Bonni would make the decision for her. "I'm almost there, just standing in front of the wardrobe, trying to decide on what to wear" Sarah lied, just a small white lie. She always turned the conversation to what outfits they were going to go out clubbing in, as the choice Bonni made would affect more than her wardrobe. They had a simple rule, and that was to both show off the same length of leg. They both knew that they had great legs, and a serious shoe collection, so it made sense for them to expose the same amount of flesh. Bonni ummed and aahhed before finally deciding on something short, mid thigh or higher. Sarah tried to keep her voice light upon hearing Bonni's decision, but was a little disappointed as she had been thinking about something longer, but her own never spoken rule made Bonni's choice final. After the call, Sarah opened up her special box, and started to pick through her jewellery collection, sorting out what she'd need for tonight's fun and games. Wistfully she put her horse hair tailed butt plug to one side. Sarah had hoped that Bonni would have chosen a skirt length long enough to cover this, as she loved not only the feel of the plug filling her ass all evening as she danced the night away, but the feel of the horse hair as it stroked and tickled the backs of her thighs, always sent a shiver through her, adding to he already turned on state. Alongside the butt plug was the labial jewellery that went with it. A set of thirteen bars and stirrups, made out of dull steel, each one completed by a short two inch chain. The feel of the rings, six to a side, pulling on her labia, the chains hanging fee, with the thirteenth replacing her hood piercing, was absolute heaven. Just walking without slumping into an orgasmic puddle was difficult, very difficult. She wistfully held on to the chains, remembering her last time wearing a long enough skirt, the combined effect of the horse hair butt plug with the labial chains was absolute heaven. The tug on her lips as the chains moved to and fro, when combined with the feel of the horse hair on her thighs ensured that they were slick with her juices all night. They also made sure that when she hooked up with a stud for the evening, the only way they'd be able to consummate their lust would be for her to be bent over, her skirt flipped up, exposing the tail she wore. Most of her dates thought this incredibly kinky, and they couldn't wait to slam their cocks onto her gaping pussy, held that way by the weight of her cunt chains. As she remembered the last stud and how he slammed into her, she thought of the way the chains would swing, especially the one on her clit hood, banging and rubbing against her throbbing clit. This always gave her a major orgasm, and often several. But unfortunately, that wasn't going to be the case tonight. Instead, her fingers sought out the six sets of studs, along with the matching Allen key. These studs were gold, each end shaped like a rose. With deft fingers, she removed the bars currently in her labia, and with a last fond, stroke she teased her clit for the last time tonight. Still denying herself a last orgasm, that would have been too easy, almost cheating herself. Instead she'd have to suffer for her pleasure. After she fitted the studs, her poor aching clit would be trapped by the press of her thick labia. Her fingers' still slick with her juices, she slid the first pair of studs into the last pair of labial piercings, pressing them together. With a twist of the Allen key, she could feel the "click" as they locked, pressing her labia tight together. As she worked her way along her lips, the rapidly growing row of studs closed up her pussy. The studs were only just long enough to pass fully through her thick, engorged lips. As they closed, the pressed her lips tight together. when she was finished, the effect of the studs could be seen. Her lips were pressed tight together, and instead on coming together naturally, they were pressed so tight together that they formed a raised ridge, instead of her natural smoothness. Sarah couldn't resist pausing to toy with herself again, she was so hot, so turned on. The feel of her fingertips as they traced along her trapped lips, was electric. her labia felt soo sensitive, so soft, she could stroke them all night, but no matter just how great this felt, she knew from past experience that this touch wouldn't be enough to enable her to make it. She tried to slip a finger between the piercings, to try and play with her aching clit, but the piercings were too close together, and the studs too short to enable even that small pleasure. With a low groan, she stood, and slowly walked over to her wardrobe, to choose her outfit for the evening. The sway of her hips, the way her labia were pulled and stretched just added to her excitement. Sorting through her clothes, Sarah finally decided on her choice for tonight. She decided that she'd go old school, with a tight short skirt, one that barely covered her ass cheeks, and a loose top which plunged both front and back. To complete the ensemble, she finally settled on her scarlet heels, the ones with the too tall heels and the straps that wrapped themselves up around her calves. Posing in front of the mirror, Sarah knew she looked hot, the skirt only just making her decent, the deep revealing cleavage, the way her hair, now put into a ponytail brushed against he exposed skin on her back. There was just the one final step to take, so she made her way back to her special box, and gently set aside what she called her mega bar. Pulling her top down, so that her breasts popped out over the neckline, a look she always thought look damned hot, she removed the current nipple piercings, and replaced them with the special bar. This was oversized in length, and was in fact long enough to stretch from one nipple to the other. As she finished tightening up the retaining balls, she paused to look at the effect. "Damn kinky, girl!" was her thought as she traced her fingers along the bar from nipple to nipple. Her breasts were being slightly pulled together as the bar was a little short, but the look of the steel connecting one nipple to the other was exotic and she thought, damn sexy. After letting her top recover her breasts, a final check in the mirror and she was ready. The bar was clearly visible, the v of the top was transected by the bar, disappearing off to each side. An experimental wriggle reassured Sarah that the top was going to shift and rub against her nipples all night. The taxi ride got the evening off to the right start, he could barely keep his eyes on the road, they were glued to the mirror, watching her, staring at her breasts, and the intriguing bar that connected her nipples, with only the occasional dart down to see if he could see up her tight skirt. Bonni was already there, looking pretty damn hot too, her raven hair loose and wild. Her very shapely figure was shown off to its best effect by the impossibly tight dress she was wearing. Sarah just knew that the dress was all that she was wearing, as any underwear would have left visible lines. Linking arms they headed into the club, two girls out on the prowl. Even though the club was packed, it didn't take them long to attract the right sort of attention. Bonni was all sexy curves and languid moves as she danced, and Sarah couldn't help but admit that she was the better dancer of the two. Although they may have initially been attracted by Bonni's dance moves, once they were close enough to see her, Sarah knew that they were attracted to her hard nipples, poking through her top, and were fascinated by the connecting bar. As she danced in time to the music, her shifting top continued to rub her nipples, nipples that were so sensitive due to her being incredibly aroused. The weight of the bars that were stapling her pussy shut tugged and pulled on her, sending continuous waves of pleasure through her as she danced the night away. She could feel her trapped clit, throbbing behind her bars, begging for some sort of touch, but she knew from experience that she'd ahve to wait before she could do anything about that. It didn't take too long for Sarah to make her choice, and grabbing one of the guys dancing with them, she grabbed his hand and pulled him off towards the toilets. The grin on his face let her know that he knew exactly where they were going and why. She lead him into the unisex toilets, and luckily there was a stall unoccupied. Glancing around she could see the guys and girls taking notice of the pair of them as they closed the door behind them. With comments like "Lucky guy" and "cheap slut" ringing around the room, she pressed him down onto the seat and expertly unzipped him. Sarah was very pleased to notice that he was already pretty hard, and even better, circumcised. She much preferred the feel of a cut cock in her mouth. Kneeling, deliberately letting her heels slip under the door, so that everyone who entered the bathroom knew exactly what was going on in that particular stall. The thrill of knowing that others would be talking about her, and what she was doing, was just the sort of extra thrill that she needed. He let out a low groan as her hot, eager mouth enclosed the tip of his cock, her tongue flicking over the tip. He started to try and thrust his hips, trying to get her to take more of his cock into her mouth, but her hands on his thighs stopped the movement. Slowly swirling her tongue around the head, she lowered her head further down onto him, letting his cock press against her tongue, holding him tight. The sluttly way she was acting just added to her own arousal, he didn't need to do anything, which was lucky as judging by the sounds he was making he'd not be much use. She could feel her trapped clit throb, pressing hard against her hood piercing, and the slight pain that caused just added to the intense feelings running through her. She could taste the sweet pre cum that was leaking from his stiff cock, and knew by the way he was twitching that he was almost about to make it. Although she loved the feel of a pumping cock as it spent it's load into her mouth, that wasn't what she was after tonight. She stood and pulled him to his feet, before bending over the seat. Bracing her arms against the wall, she wriggled her ass at him, and he quickly got the message. She could feel his fingers as they traced along the backs of her thighs, slowly, teasingly moving from knee to ass, slowly lifting hr short skirt up. They then slipped around her hips, aiming for her hot little box, but were thwarted by her chastity. "Just ass fuck me" Sarah begged, her voice low and husky, and luckily she'd chosen right, he didn't need to be asked twice. She could feel his hands part her cheeks, and she knew he was admiring her tight little rosebud, perched above he closed up pussy. She could feel him step closer, pressing the tip of his hard member against her tight opening. She'd done a great job, blowing him, and his saliva slicked cock easily slid into her. Sarah let out a moan, as she felt her ass open, taking him into her. He wasn't the largest she'd ever taken, but he was large enough. She took the initiative and pressed back, forcing his cock into her, filling her. "God that feels good" she said, as she felt his hips meet hers. Her head lowered, adjusting the angle of his penetration, trying to find the right angle so that his cock would fuck her as she so desperately needed. He took it slowly at first, gently sliding to and fro, almost pulling completely out, before sliding back in, deep. THIS was what Sarah needed, a good ass fuck, a stiff cock in her ass, using her. She was so turned on, every nerve was on fire, and she was close, very close to making it, but with her clit trapped, unable to be touched, and her pussy closed tight, her G spot unable to be thrust against, she new that she may get very close to making it, but wouldn't. As her body moved in time to his thrusts, she could feel her tits swaying in time, the connecting bar twisting her nipples as her breasts swung in slightly different ways. The added hint of pain was exquisite, making her cry out in a heady mix of pleasure and pain. "Harder, deeper, just fuck me like a slut" she begged, her voice cracking with the waves of lust that swept through her. Taking her at her word, he was soon pulling her hips back onto his cock, hard, each of his thrusts slammed deep into her, his balls were banging against her trapped labia, adding to her need. It seemed to her that he was trying to force his cock all the way through her, trying to drive in all the way in, so it would eventually erupt from her throat. With a strangled cry, he drove his cock into her one final time, buried it deep into her ass as he started to cum. She could feel it throbbing, twitching as he pumped load after load deep into her. She could feel his hot spunk being pumped deep into her ass, flooding her insides with his thick seed as he cried out, whether in pleasure or pain, she couldn't say, and didn't care, as her needs were what was important. Finally he was spent, and she felt his cock soften and slowly slip out of her well used ass. "Christ, you're good" Sarah managed to tell him, as she slowly straighten up. He moved in for a kiss then, but she'd already lost interest in him, he'd shot his load, and was of no further use to her, not until he recovered anyway. She pressed her fingers against his lips to shush him, and opening the door she rushed him out, before closing it behind him. A couple of minutes to clean up, and she was ready to go back to the dance floor, ready to hunt for another. Smiling, she wondered just how many ass fucks she could manage tonight. Friday Night Samantha Monroe stepped over to the fur rug before the crackling fire in her large but sparsely furnished bedroom in the western tower of the boarding school where she taught. The old stone walls sucked the heat from the room, but the large fireplace, a remnant of what used to be the kitchen of a country knight's manor, contributed some warmth on the coldest nights. She had shrugged off her severe suit jacket and with it the worries and concerns of her day, relinquishing for the weekend her ever-exasperating job of attempting to ignite in the minds of her students the same passion for English literature that burned in her's. As she savored the feeling of the soft white fur under her feet and the crackling heat of the fire on her skin, Samantha unzipped her high-waisted black pants and smoothly stepped out of them. She took her time unbuttoning the back of her ivory silk shirt, letting her fingers trail softly up her spine before she pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor with her pants and shoes. On Fridays she dressed up a little, in part to celebrate the end of the week, but also because it felt so good to strip everything off at the end of the day and revel in the feeling of her bare skin against the white fur of the rug. She repeated this ritual most Fridays, unless she went out with some of the other teachers to the nearby pub for a round or two of drinks. Since leaving her fiancé and moving to the school, nestled on the outskirts of a tiny village, she had had only one date, a blind date with the son of the postmistress which had ended with her getting dropped off early so he could go meet some friends on World of Warcraft. Needless to say, she had been deprived of sex for so long that even the promise of the Friday night routine was something that carried her through even the most trying class period during the week. Now in nothing but her workaday cotton underthings, Sam left the protective circle of warmth and went to the armoire that served as dresser and closet. From a small drawer inside, she withdrew a pink lace thong and a pink teddy. These she traded for her white panties and bra, revealing the swell of her breasts and the silhouette of her slim waist. She felt sexy. And more pressingly, horny. Returning to the fireside, she knelt on the rug, ran her hands through the fur, admired the play of the firelight on her long legs. She took her favorite lotion from her nightstand and massaged it into her skin, letting all of her stress dissipate as the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled the room, bringing with it memories of snow days and Christmas. The feeling of her own skin, warm and incredibly smooth, made her stomach tighten. Sam let her mind drift to a well-worn fantasy, a dream she built onto on the cold winter nights, alone in front of the fire. In her mind she was an aristocratic lady, perhaps fleeing her cruel husband, sailing for Barbados where she might find her long-lost brother. Alone on the ship, she was protected by the captain, a lean, bronzed man, with worldly eyes and strong arms. One night―to make sure she was safe, no doubt―he came to her cabin, only to find her undressed. Overcome by lust, he would grab her forcefully and crush her to his chest― Sam's hand snaked down her taut stomach and toyed with the waistband of her thong, letting her fingers skim over the carefully manicured strip of hair. She could feel the fabric between her legs getting soaked. As the sex-crazed captain turned her around and pushed her against the wall of the cabin, Sam decided she might want some toys on hand. She went to the small drawer in her armoire again to find―suddenly she heard a noise and whipped around. Standing there, his mouth open was Elliot, one of her students. "Ms. Monroe! I'm so sorry... The door was open and I had a question..." He had turned and was moving quickly to the small office connecting her room to the front door of her quarters. "I'm sorry... I―I'll leave it until later." Sam blushed furiously and snatched a robe out of the open armoire. No matter how much she regretted his appearance, her first priority was her job, and her students would always come first. "Wait, Elliot! I'm sorry, I was just... getting ready for bed. Let me put on my robe. I'll be in my office in a minute." When she walked through the stone archway to her office, she saw Elliot standing uncomfortably by the door. "I'm sorry I didn't knock, Ms. Monroe. I saw your door was open and I though maybe you were having office hours or something. Since I wasn't in class today, I just assumed―" he broke off. "No, of course. I know I sometimes have office hours at odd times for students who are too busy with extra-curriculars. Did you have a question?" She tightened the tie of her robe for emphasis, wishing it wasn't quite so short. If the headmaster came by now, she might be in trouble. Elliot's eye was drawn to her waist, and by extension, her legs. He had never seen so much skin revealed by the normally severe English teacher. He blushed and met her eye again. "I was just hoping you could tell me what we covered in class today. Maybe the general gist of the discussion. I did the reading in Romeo and Juliet, but I want to be prepared for the final. I can go, if you want to... go to bed." Despite his obvious discomfort, there was a sparkle in his eye which suggested he suspected her actual plans once he left. "No, no―it's fine! Absolutely, I was just―today―today we covered the exile of Romeo and the scene after, um, Romeo and Juliet have consummated their marriage." Samantha wasn't sure why her throat had gone dry. She had led an in depth discussion of the scene only hours earlier. She was suddenly very aware of her delicate position. Here she was, at night in her own private office, dressed in a short but thankfully fluffy robe, discussing a Shakespearean sex scene with one of her male students―and a very attractive one at that. "We were," she continued, "discussing the possible interpretations of the entire act―Act III, that is. It was more of a technical discussion, as some of the students had some trouble understanding some parts. I was hoping to go deeper, but maybe Monday's class on Act IV will yield a more thoughtful conversation." Elliot had obviously just showered and his light chestnut hair was slicked back, though a strand would fall into his eyes from time to time and he would brush it back. The top two buttons of his shirt were open to reveal a gold medal, but in the dim light of her office, she couldn't tell what it was. She realized her eyes were lingering a little too long on the broad expanse of his chest and darted up to meet his eyes. As they stood for a moment in silence, Elliot nodding his head thoughtfully, Sam remarked to herself again what arresting eyes he had. They were icy blue, the kind that seem to flash and burn, almost corrosive eyes. She had noticed before in class, of course, but in the evening with the distant dancing of the fire and the low lights of her office, his eyes had a new depth. Elliot gave her a disarming smile and she flushed again. "Well, if that's all, I guess I'll just reread that section to make sure I understand and then finish up the play. It's tragic, but I love the ending. Three deaths and then reconciliation. I've seen the play performed," he added for the benefit of her brief confusion. "It's a little cliche, but it's really my favorite of Shakespeare's plays. Burning infatuation, passionate love, and a combination of murder and suicide." "Death and sex," Elliot smiled. "Literature's favorite subjects." He was more comfortable now, engaged in conversation with his teacher. She was leaning against her desk, and he noticed the slight shift that left her legs crossed when he said the word "sex". He was aware of the potential danger of the situation, but he enjoyed seeing his teacher squirm a little. She was generally relentless and expected near perfection from her students; he had never seen her in such an exposed state―both physically and (mentally). And he couldn't forget the moment when he had walked in to find her bent over a drawer, the rosy half moons of her ass peeking out from under the gauzy fabric of what looked like a teddy. And the peek of round flesh when she turned to see him. He suddenly realized he had to get out of the room before his arousal became... evident. Sam bit her lower lip at looked up at him through her eyelashes, an absolutely unconscious movement on her part; she was getting nervous, and even worse, it was making her even more wet. Elliot was too close. He was radiating heat and the smell of some spicy soap. She had been interrupted at the wrong moment, and she had been so close her body was nearly vibrating. The silence was extending dangerously and Sam moved to fill it. "I'd pay particular attention to the death scene because I think I'd like to analyze the use of the elements of misinterpretation and misrepresentation as they pertain to the interaction of the characters. And, like I said, I'd really like to engage in a much deeper exploration of the subject during our next class period." Elliot raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, that sounds great. I mean, we never seem to fully penetrate the layers of meaning Shakespeare intended. He was such a master of symbolism and... innuendo." Elliot was aware he had crossed a line, but he had crossed it gently and seemingly innocently. Ms. Monroe's sharp look told him he had hit his mark. But he wouldn't be able to continue the conversation much longer: his teacher's robe was loosening slightly, revealing a glimpse of cleavage. The thought of his proper English teacher sitting in front of him in lingerie was too much for his body to overcome. And the way she blushed at his glance made him want to move closer, just to see what would happen. "Well, Ms. Monroe, it's getting late. I'll let you get back to your―evening." Sam rose, rather abruptly, but she had expected him to step back. They were suddenly inches from each other. He heard her breath hitch and felt the blood rush out of his head and into his cock. He quickly excused himself before she could notice, but a quick glance backwards to offer a "good night" over his shoulder revealed to him a small, sticky wet spot on the desk. He rushed to his room, being careful to avoid anyone else in the halls. Sam released a breath she'd been holding for what felt like minutes. She was shaking, nervous and craving release. She breathed in deeply, held it in, released it and locked her door, feeling as if she'd just been slapped. Or spanked. Flushed and confused and dripping wet. She shook her head to get the vision of Elliot's eyes out of her head before she turned back to the flickering fire. She took the vibrator from her drawer and, kneeling on the rug, felt both the rush of heat from the flames and from the vibrator which she plunged into her pussy. With her left hand she pumped the vibrating purple plastic shaft in and out while the fingers of her right hand toyed with her clit. She couldn't stop thinking about Elliot, has hands running through his wet hair, and now across her skin, down her belly, skimming over the hills and valleys of her body. He had become the man pushing her against the wall, turning her in his hands, taking her body. Fuck. Fuck me, come on. I'm cumming. Fuck me, Elliot―fuck, I'm cumming― Elliot closed his eyes, following the curves of his teacher's body, the long smooth legs, imagining the place where they met, wet and hot. He stroked his cock, running his palm over the head as he remembered her hitched breath and the jiggle of her flesh, pushed up by her bra, revealed as her robe fell open centimeter by centimeter. He was so close, so close. She'd been so wet, it must have been running down her legs as she stood―so close―if only he could have pushed her over the lacquered wood of the desk and sunk his fingers into her. Fuck. Ms. Monroe, fuck. He moaned as his cum erupted, hot and sticky onto his sheets. He wouldn't be able to face her Monday... Monday morning, Sam dressed as conservatively as she could, desperate to regain control of the situation. Not that there was really a situation, just a moment of indiscretion. Still, she wore a pair of wide-leg black pants and and thick cable-knit sweater. Her hair she pulled back in a smooth, severe bun and applied enough makeup to make her look her 28 years. She would lead the discussion in Elliot's class; she wouldn't look at him any more than normal. It would be fine. Elliot walked into the classroom with a group of friends, laughing at something. He shot a glance in her direction but didn't linger when she looked up and caught his eye. He sat at a desk in the back of the classroom, closest to the door and behind all of his friends. He cast an eye warily around. Sam started her lecture; he shifted to get comfortable. She was so concentrated on the task at hand that she forgot Elliot's presence for a quarter of an hour. Elliot, for his part, was painfully aware of his lecturing teacher. He couldn't stop staring at her, following the two round globes of her bottom and the shift of her breasts under her shirt. She hadn't meant it to happen, he was sure, but when she wrote on the board, she stood on her tip-toes, accentuating the curve of her ass and revealing an inch or two of skin between her sweater and the waistband. Ten minutes into class and he already had a hard-on. Shit. Maybe it would go away. Maybe if he could get out of class without anyone noticing, he could go jerk off in the bathroom. When Ms. Monroe started drawing an important chart of character relationships on the whiteboard, he grabbed the bathroom pass and snuck out the door. He walked gingerly through the stone corridor to the boy's bathroom on the floor. Everyone else was in class, and there was only one other classroom on this floor. With luck, no one would come in for a few minutes. Elliot slammed the door of the stall closed behind him and sank back against it. He whipped off his belt and sank his right hand into his boxers briefs. He replayed for the fourth time his teacher's shocked surprise when he walked into her room. He suddenly wondered what she'd been reaching for in the small drawer of her wardrobe. If only he could find out. He imagined her withdrawing a thick glass dildo, teasing her entrance with the cold head, working it in and out and in and out and harder and faster. He came as his back slammed against the door. It had only been a few minutes; just enough time was left to avoid suspicion. Now if he could only be sure he would be able to make it through the rest of the class without having to come back. Sam saw Elliot sneak back into class, running his fingers nervously through his hair. He took his seat, legs spread apart as he sank back, trying to catch the flow of the lecture. She lost her train of thought as she noticed his arms through his oxford shirt. He was incredibly handsome; astonishing that she'd never noticed it before. He was taller than her and well-muscled―a strong, healthy... kid. While legally adult, in reality he seemed so young. She blinked and continued, trying to push the image of his naked torso out of her head. She cursed herself silently for getting so side-tracked by a student. Her student, for Christ's sake! She had plenty of other students, and all she felt for them was concern that they would finally understand what she was trying to tell them, that literature was a pure art, that it could open their eyes and their minds and take them higher than they thought they could be brought. But isn't that just what she wanted to show Elliot? Only with my body, she thought. As she wrapped up the discussion, she thought, four and a half more days until Friday night. You can make it, Sam! Monday night passed in a frenzy of paper corrections and melted into Tuesday morning. Tuesday slid by, her honors course struggling through Evangeline and her own body struggling to stay calm faced with the next day. On Wednesday she had Elliot in class again. Again that morning, she dressed as conservatively as possible. A purple wool trapeze dress, thick black tights, and flat boots would serve to hide her curves and any other hint of sexiness. She wouldn't be able to stay in her classroom, much less finish her lecture, if Elliot looked at her with that faintly malicious glimmer in his eye. It was a look she had begun dreaming of, dreams which left her restless and tired in the mornings and, if possible, less satisfied than the night before. Elliot had reread the last Act of Romeo and Juliet carefully in anticipation of their last discussion of the play before moving on to Hamlet. He breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the class and noticed the generous proportions of his teacher's dress. Maybe he'd have more luck making it through the class. Ms. Monroe began her lecture, explaining the symbolism throughout the play and how it related to other Shakespeare plays of the same genre. "Now the the last act is a really heart-wrenching part of the story. Shakespeare goes so far as to inspire the Prince to remark, 'For never was a story of more woe / Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.' I'd like to discuss today the relationship between Romeo and Juliet. Do you think they were really in love? Or was it a clear case of juvenile infatuation? There are many other stories in this same vein, where 'star-crossed' lovers enter into, and fulfill, a suicide pact. What do you think of their motivations? Can you imagine being in their position? Danny, do you have an idea?" Danny coughed. "I think it's just really intense infatuation, although it's also not entirely, um, sexual, as might be the case for a lot of really young couples." "Absolutely. You have to keep in mind that these characters are in their early teens, really just entering adolescence. Can kids that young really know their own minds―and more importantly, their own hearts?" Maisie rose her hand. "I think it's really beautiful, the way they commit to each other and have that much follow-through. And their infatuation, or whatever it is, is really multi-dimensional. Like Danny said, it's not just sex, but real affection." Elliot spoke up as Maisie paused. "I think Shakespeare wanted to hint that the couple was more intimate than that. He was constantly making what are effectively sex jokes. When Juliet finds Romeo dead, she kills herself by stabbing her heart with a dagger, which a lot of scholars have remarked is a very clear metaphor for sex. The dagger is a very phallic instrument." He looked directly at Ms. Monroe with wide eyes, as if simply searching for her opinion on his analysis. "Very good, Elliot." Her breath was caught for a moment as he felt his name leave her lips. It felt like a dangerous reply to his escalation of the situation. "It's also crucial to consider that even in his most tragic moments, Shakespeare is capable of evoking much bawdier subjects. What bearing do you imagine it has on our perception of the relationship between Juliet and her husband?" Sam marveled at her sang-froid. Those piercing blue eyes were a dagger in themselves, piercing her, she feared, in other places than her heart. God, I want him so bad. I want to be pinned under that body―I want his young skin against mine. A light flush blossomed across her cheeks. She glanced down and saw the corner of Elliot's mouth turn up. He must suspect what she was thinking. Uh-oh. After class, Elliot left without looking at her. He spent that night working on an essay due the next day, cursing his English teacher for appearing from time to time, bending over her little drawer, revealing just a thin strip of fabric disappearing between her legs. It was the hardest evening he had spent in a long time. Thursday was uneventful and slow, dragging on in anticipation of Friday. Elliot wondered what Ms. Monroe would be wearing, whether she would continue her quest to cover every inch of her body in his presence or whether she would let slip a little window of soft, creamy skin. Friday Night "You must tell me when." Mimi watched intently as the glass filled with juice. "I will. Don't you worry. You'll know. You usually do." Sven winked, placing the carton back onto the coffee table. "You'll know when I want you to stop." It was a cold, quiet Friday evening in the middle of January and their plans had been unceremoniously cancelled by the elements. No more dinner with their soon to be married friends or, much to Mimi's relief, conversations about wedding bouquets and cake tasting thanks to the deluge that raged outside, just a DVD box set and half a bag of nachos. At least, that was the plan until Mimi had raised the issue of safewords. "No, but I'd actually like to hear you say so sometimes. I'd like to do some more non-consent play." Mimi curled up next to her boyfriend and flicked through the TV channels, only half paying attention to them, her thoughts racing. "I know you're all into being stoic and manly but I don't want to really hurt you. You know, in a bad way. And I know, I know we've never needed them before because stop has always meant stop but sometimes," she paused, "Well, I think they might be useful, that's all" "But I thought you liked it when I grunted and groaned and took it." He looked up pushed her thigh with his foot. "Don't you?" "No, I do. But I think we need a safeword that is something other than stop for this. It makes no sense otherwise." "Of course, I was forgetting your little fantasy." Sven said, the grin curling around his face, his voice lower, conspiratory. Mimi laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Ha." She said, "It's hardly little. It is big and all encompassing and there are times that I am scared that if I start, if I really start, I won't be able to stop until you are a sobbing, bruised mess and I will never forgive myself." She bit her lip. "I know it's a crazy fantasy. That it's not safe necessarily, but nothing gets me hard like it." She leant over and curled into his shoulder. "Christ." Sven's eyes were fixed on the television, merely the light behind the single, hard bead of thought that formed in his mind; something deep and primal in that place where love and pain were one indecipherable sensation; a place where he, with his vanities and insecurities, was nothing and everything. "That's quite a thought." He said, his eyes moving back up to hers. "You really want that?" "Yes. I do. And with you." She shook her head and kissed him gently on the mouth. "It would hit all of my buttons." "Of course." he said, his head cocked to the side. "And here was me thinking you were tense because you thought you were going to have to pretend to be excited about wedding invites tonight." He kissed her temple and smiled. "I should have called and cancelled sooner." "You should have." She said, "But in seriousness, Sven, I really want this and I've hidden it for so long that I'm actually a little scared about letting it out now because I've no idea how big it's grown, hidden away in the dark. " "You mean to tell me," he said, his arms curling around her, "That the walls are finally coming down?" he spoke into her hair, his breath warm against her cheek. "Really?" "Stop it." She turned in his grip and laughed. "I mean it. I've never told anyone this before." Mimi's face fell serious and she sat back up away from him. "So, tell me. Are you okay with this?" she asked, "With being my punchbag?" "Will there be punching?" Sven said, "I rather like the thought of that. We've not really or, I've not really done that. I think I'd like to." Mimi nodded, "Good. I'd like that too. And some slapping on your arms and thighs and chest." She said. "Harder than usual and um, begging me to stop but I don't." "Are you embarrassed?" Sven said, grinning. Mimi nodded. "A bit." "Oh." He sighed heavily and hugged her close, "No need to be." He said, "You know better than that. I can't believe you wouldn't tell me. What else?" "I still have that flat, wooden spatula thingy." "Ah, yes." "So you'll do it?" Mimi asked, "What do you think?" "I think it sounds very hot." Sven said, "You really shouldn't have been embarrassed." Mimi nodded, smiled a little, though it seemed tinged with regret, Sven thought. "Of course I'll do it." "I thought I would hurt you. I'm frightened by it." She said, "In my fantasies, I've always imagined a man who I can really hurt. Like it's catharsis or something." He nodded, thoughtful. "Well," he smiled, " here I am." His arms bloomed in front of her, palms open, "I'm not scared." He smiled, "Well, maybe a little." Mimi let out a squeak of delight and leant forward again, kissing him hard on the mouth. "You will?" she smiled, "You really will?" Sven nodded, "I am very turned on by the thought of crying for you." He said, "And a bit ashamed but then that just makes it hotter." He leant forward and kissed her on the mouth. "You know that it's not always hearts and flowers and easily... easy emotions, don't you?" he said. Mimi smiled, a sigh pouring from her, "You have no idea." "Degradation?" Sven asked. "What about it?" "Your thoughts. Be honest. I know you've been a little snarky before." His hands were knotted together in his lap now, the television ignored. "You mean to I want to tell you what a piece of worthless shit you are and to get on your knees and suck my cock?" Mimi smirked. "Ha. I know it's a cliché." Sven's shrugged and he leant backward into the sofa. "But sometimes I do wish you wouldn't be so, um-" "What?" Mimi said. "Um, hesitant. I get the feeling you're not really letting go fully. I'd like it if you did get a little rougher. It's passion. I love that. Love the thought of you enjoying yourself." Mimi nodded, stunned, smiling, "Exactly, babe. This is what I mean." Sven leant forward and pulled Mimi against him, kissing her hard. "Then that is what you'll get." He moved and stood up. Stretched a little. "Don't think I'll go down without a fight though." He grinned and picked up his cup. Mimi laughed. "Yeah, whatever. We'll see about that." "I'm nearly twice your weight, Amanda. I think not." "If you think this is working then, a, you're right and b, you're paying for that later." She laughed. "Bring me some tea while you're up, kitten." She handed her cup toward him and he took it. "Will do." He headed toward the kitchen. "Oh, sweetheart?" Mimi said, smiling to herself. "Get your collar and put it on." "Now?" Sven said. Mimi smiled to herself, the surprise in his voice heart warming. "Yes," she repeated, "Now. Go and do it while the kettle is boiling. Won't take you long." Sven padded back across the creaking boards, towards the bedroom. He kissed her on the temple as he passed. "Happily. I'm so proud of you, Mim." He said, brushing her face, "I know it's difficult sometimes. Hell, you told me that, but I want you to be the best domme you can be. I don't mean to condescend to you but-" he knelt and grabbed her hands, held them tight. "I mean you have so much inside of you; so much kindness and passion and I hate to see it wasted. I love you so much I want you to be the best version of yourself, do you see? Don't let fear and shame hold you back." Mimi gasped then swallowed hard, "Oh, I- no one's ever said that to me before. No one has ever, I don't think, wanted that for me before. I don't think that I thought I could. I..." she hesitated and looked up, a smile brightening her face as she met his eyes, " How kind of you to say that. " He smiled and kissed her bunched fingers, "Just doing my job, babe." "I couldn't ask for better." Mimi said, "Now, please. Let's do this. Go." "Okay." Sven stood, kissed her hard, moving toward the bedroom. "Good boy." Mimi called after him, muting the television and looking out into the dark beyond. She stood and stretched, watching the traffic move silently beneath her, wondering how many other people below wore a collar or loved someone that did. She had spent a long time not understanding its significance. At first, she'd seen the collar as a play thing, like a pair of handcuffs or a vibrator but soon came to see it was quite different. It had become a potent symbol of their relationship, their devotion to each other. Sometimes, Mimi felt that though they weren't married, or getting sentimental about cake like Kate and David, that this stood in it's place, not merely as a symbol of her ownership but as a mark of Sven's dedication. As a girl, she'd never fantasized about her wedding day, she'd found the idea of traditional romance even a little difficult, but this; this power dynamic had buried itself within her heart in a way that she did not entirely understand. The only thing that mattered was that it was good and right and made her happy in a way she had not anticipated. Beyond that, it terrified her. "Done." Sven's arms curled around her waist and she looked up at him, her thoughts broken. "Oh," she smiled, "Lovely." "You think?" Sven said. Mimi nodded, "I think you should keep it on all the time." "Really?" Sven raised his eyebrows, his cheeks colouring. "But what about when I have to go out?" he asked walking back toward the kitchen. "Why?" Mimi said, following behind, "Aren't you proud to be my pet?" she swatted him playfully on the bottom and leant in the doorway of the kitchen. "Oh, it's not that," Sven moved the kettle from the stove, filling the cups, "It's just, you know. People would talk. I mean, I don't care, just that, I, um, you never said." "What?" Mimi said, wry mockery in her voice, "I'm saying so now." Sven smiled, pulling open the fridge with a tinkle of bottles, "This honesty thing is going to get me into a lot of trouble, isn't it?" Mimi nodded, "Probably." "And being the best Domme you can be is going to be both mischievous and terrifying, isn't it?" "Well you did ask." Mimi grinned, plucking her cup from the counter. "Come on. Drink that at my feet, we still have some more talking to do." Mimi turned and headed back towards the sofa, her long curtain of hair swishing behind her as she moved. Sven smiled and followed behind her. "So then," Mimi gestured to the floor next to her feet and Sven sat down, leaning against the sofa. "I think we should go with the old traffic light colours; red, yellow, green." "Yep. I can do that." Sven nodded, "I can also do lots of "oh no, stop, stop." Without you actually having to stop." Mimi laughed, "Yes. And I know it sounds like crap, but I love it when you make a lot of noise. Please do, I love the grunting." "Okay. Can do." "What?" Mimi said. "Just, sometimes, I don't know. I'm a bit embarrassed making so much noise." "Okay, well, obviously, I'm not talking fakey porn noises but, you know, don't hold back. Whatever comes naturally." "Okay." Sven smiled, "This is so nice." He laid his head in her lap and shut his eyes. "Hmm." Mimi stroked his hair idly and sipped her tea. "It is. So nice." "I don't want it to be weird role playing, though." Sven added, the thought floating through the air above them. "No, no. Ugh." Mimi smiled, "Obviously not but if it gets heated then I think it will be useful." Sven nodded, "Sometimes I worry if this means we don't get each other as well as we should." "Hmm, come on." Mimi said, her eyes rolling, "It's okay. We know each other's bodies, each other's minds." Sven nodded, "Yeah, I know. Silly, I suppose." "I just don't want you to be overwhelmed or genuinely hurting. I've noticed that you babble a lot when we've played with pain before. You fight it a bit." "Okay, that is true when actually, I do really want it." Sven said, "I can see how they could be useful." "Good." Mimi kissed his head and hugged him close. "Now get naked for me." "Of course." Sven smiled and kissed her leg. "Oh, then the toy bag, please." She kissed his forehead and smiled. "Bottom of the wardrobe like normal." "On it." Soon he returned naked with the thin straps of the bag curled around his hand as though he were off to play tennis or train at the gym. "Open it and leave it by the table." Mimi said, patting the sofa. "Come here." He did as he was told, sitting next to her, perching on the edge of the sofa strangely demure. "Lie back." Mimi stood and pushed him backward, smiling as he exhaled and found that as usual, everything else melted away and only the warm comfort of his submission remained. "Much better." Mimi leant forward and kissed him again, straddling his hips, her hands planted on his chest. "Sitting comfortably?" she purred. Sven smiled, "As comfortable as I think I'm going to get." He said. "Good." Mimi kissed him again and dug her nails into his arm. Beneath her he winced, letting out a low whine. "Then let me show you just what I mean." "Count the slaps." She said, " Get up and stand against the table, upright. Grip the edge." Sven did as he was told, moving to the scarred wooden table behind the sofa, a half smile curling up at one side of his mouth, obliging. Mimi grinned back in unspoken acknowledgement; she ran her hand down his back and gently squeezed his bottom. "Get to it." The man did as he was told, his hands curled around the solid wood, his bottom stuck out slightly, waiting. "Ready?" Mimi stood behind him, the strap she'd pulled from the bag limp in her hand. "Comfortable?" she asked, "Not too cold." She rubbed his hip gently as she moved, pulling the curtains closed. "Wouldn't want the neighbours talking would we? "No." Sven laughed, "And I'm fine. Ready. Excited to feel the effects of all the practise you've been putting in." he moved from one foot to the next like an excited child. "Oh." She said, "You heard." "How could I not?" he grinned at her, his fingers still planted firmly on the table. "It made working yesterday evening quite difficult listening to you thudding away in the bedroom." "Aw," she sighed, moving back behind him. "I thought you had your earphones in. Still, I suppose it's reassuring. I hope." "Of course." He turned, his hands not moving, Mimi noticed. He nodded toward her, encouraging. "I trust you, babe. Do your worst." He laughed again and wiggled his bottom. "Cheeky." She gave him a playful nudge and lined up behind him, exhaling, taking aim. "Count them." "Yes, Ma'am." Sven waited for the first blow. It came, neat and heavy across his flesh, the sensation fizzing down his thighs. "One." Mimi smiled; it was just as tidy as she'd hoped it would be. "Again." She said, raising her arm. A low exhalation of breath and then, "Two, oh." "Good." Mimi said watching the colour begin to rise against her boyfriend's flesh. "Just as you're doing. Focus. Focus on nothing but how this feels. That's all that matters. That's all you are. All mine." The third blow came and Sven breathed into it, the word three disappearing into the air like smoke. Soon, four followed and he felt the familiar warmth of submission curl around his shoulders and sink through him, settling in his stomach, glittering in the back of his brain as blow followed blow, the rhythm measured and hypnotic. "I didn't hear you then." Mimi said. "What number are we on? Come on, stay with it." "Eight." He said, louder than before, a low grunt following it. "Good boy. That's more like it." Mimi walked forward and kissed his shoulder. The man tilted his head and she pushed his hair from his forehead. "A little faster now, hm?" "Hm." Sven nodded, "Yeah." "You think?" Mimi walked backward and landed three blows across the reddening flesh in quick succession. "Ugngh." Another grunt and Sven gripped the table a little tighter. "Oh." "That doesn't mean you can stop counting, pet." Mimi said, "Where are we?" "Ugh, Nine, ten, eleven." Sven answered. "Twelve, thirteen, four-fourteen." He moaned louder. Behind him, Mimi laughed. "Ngh." She let out a noise of her own and hit harder now, laughter in her voice. "That's just what I'm talking about she said. Those pretty little sounds you make. Beautiful." "Thank you, Ma'am." Sven said, his body twisting toward her. "Stay still." She moved him a little, making him face forward again. "You're getting clingy, pet. Focus. Snuggles at the end, I promise." He exhaled, nodding. "Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry, Ma'am." Mimi smiled. "Good. You're being so polite tonight. Keep that up." She kissed his shoulder, rubbing his thigh gently. "I think we're about ready to step this up, hm?" Sven smiled at the feel of her hand on his bottom and nodded, "Yes, Ma'am." There was no touch quite like it; that moment when his body began to tingle with chemicals, every touch became electric. "Good. Then keep counting." The swats fell faster and he began to wriggle a little, "Stay still. What did I say?" He moaned again and focused, the numbers tripping off his tongue, faster, the pitch lower, as they became harder marks. Power play. Mimi had never really seen it as anything other than a simple descriptor and yet, when the thick, smooth strap came down on to the vulnerable curve of her boyfriend's bottom she realised that it was real. A tangible flow of energy, weeks of pent up tensions crackling like a current from her and into him. Pulling from him every last piece of identity, shaping him into something new and better. With every touch it seemed that all those years of fear and shame were twisting into something beautiful, with every grunt Sven made, Mimi felt herself at once stronger and weaker. She felt herself made brave, vital by the heady kick of endorphins such power gave her, the low bass line that shivered between her legs only adding to the rhythm. "Louder." She said, her voice stronger, edified by the man in front of her, taking his reactions and reshaping him into something else. "Twenty one, twenty...two." A longer, deeper whine followed, the grunts left behind, the machismo peeled away. "Oh, oh, oh." The little sighs followed and Mimi stopped, caressing the warming flesh, planting another kiss on his shoulder. Quickly, she pushed his head forward again. "Focus." "Please." He said, "Oh, oh, oh." "You can take more." She answered, "I know it." He nodded, his eyes closed now, framing the pain in the dark, his heart pounding. "This time," her fingers ran over his flesh and he purred, low, winnowing, like a nervous animal. "No counting. No words at all. Just the feel of the slaps, okay? Sink into the feel of this, I'm here, I'll catch you." Sven nodded, silent, braced against the table, feeling himself slip away into sensation, as though she had given him permission to do so. The blows came quicker then and he found himself crying out, louder than he thought he would, dragged downward by a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion forcing it's way through his chest like a piece of hot wire, curling outward into the dark. "Good. This is what I want." Mimi landed yet more hard, stinging slaps across her boyfriend's flesh and stood back, silent, watching him breathe, his fingertips pushing into the edge of the table. She stood silent, watching, silently proud. Even after all this time, the emotions she thought would fade with time seemed to grow stronger and more awe inspiring in their longevity. His abilities never failed to impress her. His head tilted to the side and she grabbed his wrist gently. "Come." She said, her voice tender, "Lie out on the sofa." He stood and took her hand, smiling, a little dazed and sat, swinging his legs upward. "Are you still okay?" she stroked his cheek and perched on the edge of the sofa. "Not too spaced out yet?" Sven shook his head. "I'm just comfortable." He smiled, "A little sore. But good sore." He kissed her hand and sank backward into the cushions. Friday Night "Well then," Mimi's eyes glittered and she bent to kiss him softly, biting his lip. "That needs to change." He nodded, "I want it." He said. "What?" she asked, moving again, straddling his waist. "What do you want?" "I want you to hurt me." He said. "Please." His voice was thick, tangled with desire and the warm fog of submission, of endorphins washing through his body like warm water, making him feel empty and full all at once. Like there was nothing else he needed. Mimi started small, pinching the tender flesh on his arms, pulling harder as his cries grew louder. Soon, laughing and peppering his face with kisses she sank back and watched his expression, his eyelids flickering with desire, his pupils inky. "You have never looked prettier." She said, "So beautiful." She kissed him again, rubbing his chest, soothing before moving upright and landing a punch, hard against his chest. "Aren't you going to thank me?" she said, her voice glinting with a razor's edge, an unspoken threat shimmering somewhere behind it. "Thank you." He gasped. Another punch followed, then another that flared into the sharp twist of pulled flesh, the tiny hairs catching between her fingertips. "Oh." Sven's eyes flew open and he inhaled sharply, his eyes watering. "Oh." Mimi grinned, "What was that?" she cupped his face with one hand, focusing on him intently. "Not losing it, are we?" she asked, one eyebrow arced in playful derision. "You can take this." She said. "Can't you?" She raked her fingernails down his chest, her eyes never leaving his face, his gasping, pink mouth. "I know you can." She continued. He nodded, his lashes darkened by salt water, smiling. "I can." "Good." More pinching followed, her fingers pulling more mewls from him. "You see?" Sven nodded, silent sinking into the feeling that was slowly spreading through him, somewhere between floating and sinking. He could never tell. Then, in one quick move she jolted him back from the depths, his eyes flying open as she landed a slap to the centre of his cheek. He inhaled and fighting, failing, let out a long, low whine. "There." Above him, Mimi smiled and rubbed his face, her fingers smoothing over his cheek. "Just what I was looking for." Her thumb ran under his eye and to her mouth, her tongue darting out and licking the tear from her finger. "Just what I wanted." She twisted her thumb and bit her nail thoughtfully, looking down and then away, listening to their breathing tangle together. "Oh." Sven gasped again and screwed his eyes shut, the tears coming faster now, and a tangle of emotions knotting in his chest. He shook a little under him, nuzzling against her palm as she stroked his face. "How beautiful you are." She whispered, "Such a pretty pet." He tried to speak, to thank her, to tell her everything he felt but few words came, merely another small twist of noise curling from his chest. "You can't be done though, can you?" she grinned and kissed him on the cheek as she spoke. "Can you?" He shook his head. "Let me hear you say it?" "I'm not done. I'm not done." The words came out weaker than he'd hoped, shocking him, pulling him upward his hands curling into Mimi's t-shirt. "Please, Ma'am." "That's the spirit." Mimi laughed, landing several punches across Sven's heaving chest. "Don't move away. Meet the blows. Take your submission with open hands. Meet it. Find it. It is what you were always meant to be." Sven nodded, his eyes twisting shut again, the hot tears running down his cheeks and curling against his neck. There seemed nothing left now but her laughter and the dark behind his eyes, flooding with the word the colour, the feel of his body shivering, shot through with fear and strength and love until he felt it in his chest, pouring outward, his mouth open, desperate for hers, gasping for something. The heat heightened, the knot in his chest unfurling as he sank beneath Mimi's blows and pinches. Tears fell in full flow then, a great chasm of emotion forcing it's way open within him, making him curl into her, gasping. "Good." Mimi kissed his temple and slid next to him. "That's so good darling. Such a good boy." She shifted, moving next to him, pulling him up and then down, his head on her lap. Sven exhaled heavily, his eyes open, his body hyper aware, tingling. "Can I?" he sat up and lay back next to Mimi, "Yellow. Just a second. I just..." he smiled at her, breathing hard, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "I wasn't expecting that." He laughed. "I'm surprised I think. The slap, I-" "Oh. She curled her hand around his cheek, gasping. "I didn't hurt you, did I? Was that too much, I-" He leant forward and kissed her, "Sorry." He breathed, smiling. "I couldn't resist." Mimi laughed and pushed him backward, "What?" "Fuck." Sven sank his head into his hands and looked over at Mimi. "I don't know. That slap, something in me, I, uh-" he stopped and Mimi pulled him closer again. "Are you okay?" "You've no idea." He smiled up at her, "Shit. Christ, that was so good." He sniffed heavily his body still. "Good." She kissed his temple again, her legs curling around him. "That was really nice. You were so good. So tough for me." Sven nodded, "Thank you. I...Was that enough? Was I?" "Of course you were. I think that was a good start. You never fail to amaze me." "Hmm." He sank backward against her and kissed her hand, their fingers entwined. " Likewise." He took a sharp breath, the tears petering out to tiny gasps as Mimi wiped his cheek. "Thank you." He repeated the phrase again, a litany against her skin. "I think." Mimi said, hugging him close, "We should sink into a nice hot bath. Yes?" "Sven nodded, "Please." He twisted, sitting up and kissing her on the mouth, his hands tangling through her hair. "Come then." She smiled, squeezing his thigh, "I want you functioning for later." "Better now?" Mimi lifted her foot out of the water and smiled at Sven. "Yes." His fingers curled around the arch of her foot and he pressed his mouth to her toe. "I'm so happy now." He said, his eyes darting upward again, the colour rising in his cheeks. "Well, I'm not finished with you yet." Mimi answered, poking him in the shoulder with her toe. "Come on. Get out." She knelt upward and grabbed his shoulder, kissing him hard on the mouth. Mimi got out and wrapped a towel around herself, then placed another in the sink for Sven. "Here, let me." He followed and pulled the towel off her body, smiling down at her. "I want to." Mimi smiled back. "Good." She said, "I wouldn't expect anything less." As ever, Sven was tender with it. Near reverential, Mimi noticed, slowly and carefully running the towel over her skin, catching the warm droplets that ran down her body. He knelt at her feet, utterly focused on the task at hand and set about drying her feel and legs. "You know," Mimi said, moving a tendril of wet hair from his face, "Every time we play it seems like you're becoming more comfortable. More yourself." Sven blushed, "Thank you." He kissed her calf, "I think so. I'm so happy like this." Mimi nodded, watching him work, "Do you remember in the beginning, pet? We were so nervous." She laughed, unpinning her hair, letting it fall down her back, pensive. "I know." He answered, wrapping the towel back around her, kissing her gently on the forehead. "And now it's just another Friday night." Mimi laughed and ran her palm over the tender skin on his thigh, the bruise rising in the skin. "Who'da thunk it? Oh, you're forgetting something." "What?" "This." Mimi picked up the collar from the shelf above the sink and buckled it back around his neck, making Sven stoop awkwardly. "There." She pushed him back up and laid her hands, like two pale stars, on his chest. "Back to normal, pet. I hope you're prepared to fuck me well tonight." "Yes, Ma'am." Sven said, his arms falling to his sides. "Now, Ma'am?" he asked. Mimi laughed again, the sound thick and hearty, coiling into the bottom of Sven's belly, making him shudder. She was always so delighted in his submission. "I think so. Dry yourself and come sit with me." She turned toward the door, looking back at him. "Don't be tempted to touch yourself, pet. Remember who that dick belongs to." "Yes Ma'am." He answered, "Wouldn't dare." Mimi frowned though laughter once more seeped into her voice, "Is that sarcasm? Are you back chatting me, boy?" "Oh." Sven said, "No, Ma'am, I didn't mean it like that." "Good." She tightened her towel and turned to leave, "Quick as you can. I want to put that mouth of yours to better use." The door clinked closed and Mimi stretched, sighing happily to herself as she walked back through the apartment, sinking into the old sofa. Sven was right, she thought, he was changing – and so was she - though it frightened her a little to admit it. She pulled a face, waiting, her belly full of mirrors, the slick nausea of desire shuddering in her stomach. She leant back into the cushions and pushed her feet against the edge of the coffee table, her fingers sinking between her thighs, into the damp folds between. Her fingers caught her clit and she closed her eyes, grinding against her hand, the thought of her lover's mouth, his tongue pushing into her, making her purr happily. Yes, she thought, this was what she wanted, his face pushed against her, his mouth and fingers pulling pleasure from her body. She leant back, her knees falling apart, her mind awash with feverish thoughts, of at once degrading him, making him into an object of lust and of deifying him, of adoration. "It appears the rules don't apply to you, Ma'am." Mimi's eyes flew open, the breath caught in her throat. "Ha. No, they don't." she beckoned him nearer, patting a space on the sofa next to her. "Come here." He obeyed, patiently resuming his position next to her. "Good boy." She said, her thumb grazing his cheek. "Pet, I want you to get nice and comfy on the floor, right here." She pointed to the square of carpet between her legs. "And then I want you to lick me until I say otherwise." "Yes Ma'am." The man slid onto the floor, angling himself between the sofa, pushing back the coffee table as he moved. "Move it back if you need to." Mimi moved the table with her foot, "I can rest my legs over your shoulders. There's never enough space in here." Sven moved the table, turning again back to his girlfriend. He leant forward, gently kissing the soft flesh of her thighs, breathing deep, the smell of soap and the feint bitterness of her cunt filling his mind, jolting his own member into life. "Thank you ma'am." The words seemed so natural, he thought. They felt as if they had always belonged in his mouth, pouring from his lips like the kiss of a lover, a declaration of love. He was a man who had never wanted more, never been happier, he found than when he was creating pleasure and this, the way she tasted and arched her back, the softness of her thighs against his cheek, the hardening feel of her clit on his tongue, made him sink into submission. His lips pressed against the delicate folds and he darted his tongue out, slow at first, pushing deeper, her juices blooming on his tongue. She exhaled heavily, the tension beginning to pool deliciously in her gut, her bottom shifting forward. "Higher, pet." She commanded, "Suck my clit a little more." He moved as commanded, her feet flat against his back, pulling him nearer, low, girlish moans urging him on. He grew hungrier now, his cock aching as he mouthed her, desperately trying to quell the dissonance within his own body, twisting his frustration into dedication, moving his lips over the delicate bead of flesh. "You filthy boy." Mimi breathed, "Your mouth never seems enough, I always ache so much. Push your tongue into me. Fuck me, kiss me." Her hips ground upward and Sven grunted towards her, his tongue hungrily lapping at her, ravenous between her thighs. "Oh yes." Her hips moved in lazy, languid circles and she threw her head back into the cushions sinking against his face, one thigh thrown over his shoulder, the other skewed outward, spread wide, desperate to take his greedy offering. "Faster." She said, pushing now, grinding against his face, fucking herself against his tongue. The man ran his hands over her thighs, his wide palms flat against her thighs as his mouth worked harder, lapping her juices and pulling rougher moans from her. Mimi gasped, her fingers curling into the cushions as his tongue pulled the first shivering wave of orgasm from her, her hips moving with him as she moaned, desire knifing through her body making her toes curl and her tiny, white teeth press against her lip. "Fuck, fuck. Oh, babe, oh." Words fell away and her body spoke for her as another wave of pleasure washed over her, harder now grinding and rocking against her boyfriend's intrepid mouth. Sven whined low as he lapped, his cock flat against his belly, teased upward by the intoxicating taste of her body. "Thank you Ma'am, Thank you." He said, though he was not sure where the words came from. Some deep, hidden part of himself locked up and now let free again, he found himself floating, finding the very centre of himself, his mind and body racing on a tide of endorphins. "Thank you, Ma'am." The words were like a litany, breathed against her flesh as she came, his tongue still pressed against clit. Finally, the waves subsided and Mimi lay breathing hard on the sofa, one leg still draped lazily over Sven's shoulder. "Oh, baby come here." She slid her leg down his arm and pulled him up, her fingers curling into his collar. "Fuck me." She whispered, the words like hot needles against his flesh. "Put that pretty, straining cock of yours to good use and make me come again." She said. "Yes, Ma'am." They melted together then, their legs and mouths intertwined in slow, easy movements borne of familiarity. She curled her leg around him, gently guiding him against her, their bodies sinking together. "Hard, pet." Mimi said, her voice a low whisper, hoarse with desire, "Hard and desperate like that dick of yours." She smiled, her mouth pressed against his skin, the movement making Sven tingle. "Yes." He breathed, picking up the pace, his arms sinking awkwardly the dull ache in his arms eclipsed by the heat between his thighs, easily ignorable for the look on her face as she ground against him, meeting his movements. "Like this?" he asked. Mimi nodded, "Yeah. Just...oh...higher." She pulled at his collar and he found himself wedged tighter against her. "I don't want to hurt you, kitten, I-" "You're not." Mimi cut in, her finger still curled around his collar. "Just fuck me." Sven nodded, the tension building uncomfortably between his thighs, he grunted and torn, slowed a little. "What are you doing?" Mimi's eves flew open, her teeth playfully nipping his chest. "Harder, cunt." "Ma'am. I can't, I'm sorry...going to come." The words trickled between them, curling in to the shadows and then volleyed back a stream of laughter darting upward. "You're going to come?" Mimi said, barely hiding her enjoyment, "Harder then." She said, gripping him again, bucking her hips upward, "Keep going." She snaked her hand between her thighs, her fingertips moving in tiny, quickening circles against her clit. "Lean back, shallower." She pushed Sven upward, making him moan, his head tilting backward. "More." She breathed, her voice shallower, nearly diaphanous as their bodies moved. "I-ugh," Sven fell forward, grunting against her, slowing as he came. "Baby, I-" "Keep going, come on." Mimi sped up, her hand working faster between her thighs as she pushed. "Sensitive?" "Hm." Sven nodded, his eyes closed as he moved, forcing himself not to pull away. Mimi curled her palm around his neck, pulling him down as she came, another deeper orgasm shaking through her, her face pressed into the cushions. "There." Sven sat backward and pulled the discarded towel from the floor, wiping both their bodies with it. "Thank you, Ma'am." "Thank you." Mimi sat up and kissed him again, her hand against her shoulder. "I can't stop smiling." She laughed, "Like this is always how it was meant to be." Sven nodded. "I know." They tangled together again, silent, the only sound their breathing and beyond, the distant sounds of the city, a world away. "You've been amazing tonight." Mimi smiled, her fingers running through Sven's hair. "Thank you." He kissed her shoulder and nuzzled against her chest, his lips brushing her nipple. "Likewise. The strap was great...God...." He said sleepily, "And I like it when you call me cunt. I like names. I like being your filthy boy." He blushed. "Don't tell anyone." Mimi laughed, her eyes going wide, "Imagine if I did." She whispered, "Doesn't the thrill of that make you hard?" Sven moaned into her chest. "what was that?" she brushed his cheek and kissed his temple again. "You know I wouldn't, don't you?" Sven nodded, "I know." "But I could." She mused, laughing to herself. "I like that thought." "So do I." Sven said. "Now," Mimi stroked his shoulder gently, "Get me some clothes and we can watch this DVD like we planned, yes?" Sven nodded, "Thank you." "I love you, baby. Remember that. You're the kindest, strongest man I know." Mimi said, her eyes watching him move as he stood. "And you." He smiled, "Every day I realise there is no where else I am supposed to be." He kissed her again and stood. "Underwear and a t-shirt from the draw, yeah?" Mimi nodded, "Yes." She said, "The blue one." Just another friday night, she thought. What could be more perfect? Friday Night I arrived home from work at 6pm on Friday completely exhausted. It had been a killer week in work. We had had some new software installed that had played havoc with our macs and it had taken half a dozen of us until 11pm the previous night to finally fix the wretched thing. As soon as I walked through the door I kicked off my shoes, poured myself a glass of wine and ten minutes later was fast asleep on the settee. I was awoken by my wife an hour or so later. Jo has a way of bringing me back to life that is guaranteed to brighten up my day. My zip was was down, my cock was in her mouth, and when I opened my eyes she was stark naked. Seeing my eyes flicker open Jo slipped my cock out of her mouth and into her right hand. Stroking it gently, she said: 'Evening hubby. Time to play.' 'I was completely out of it. What time did you arrive home?' 'Five minutes ago. Now there's a pizza in the oven. I've eaten at work. So I'm going to go upstairs and get ready.' 'Get ready for what?' I asked, hoping my luck was in. 'The party. Don't tell me you've forgotten?' I genuinely couldn't remember any party we'd been invited to. 'Who's party is it?' 'Who's party? Our party. Our naughty erotic sex party.' 'Oh I see. Just the two of us have invitations then.' 'No my sissy hubby. THE sex party of the year.' Suddenly the penny dropped. Jo had been talking for weeks of getting her colleagues round for a saucy doctors and nurses party. But she was always teasing me with such suggestions. Nevertheless I felt that old familiar butterfly sensation in my stomach. The thought of a load of nurses dressed in stockings and suspenders coming round to play with me woke me up completely. 'Shall I bring you a glass of wine up?' I asked from the bottom of the stairs. 'Yes please darling and a couple of cocks please.' 'What did you say?' Jo appeared on our landing wearing only a pair of black crotchless, satin panties. 'And a couple of cocks please.' 'Feeling horny my sexy wife?' 'You've no idea...but you'll soon see just how horny and naughty I feel tonight.' She blew me a kiss and walked back into our bedroom. I felt a sudden surge of both adrenalin fuelled excitement, tinged with a little bit of anxiety. The thought of Jo getting it on with some hot sexy blonde blue-eyed nurse with big tits really turned me on. After all what guy hasn't fantasised about his wife getting down to some girl on girl action in front of him? But how would her male colleagues respond to such a show? Surely they'd what to join in as much as I would? Then what? The alarm started beeping on the oven indicating that the pizza was ready. I only managed a couple of slices. My stomach felt all knotted and my appetite had more or less disappeared entirely. My cock had been permanently erect for about 15-20 minutes. All I could think about was the thought of my wife french kissing some gorgeous sexy nurse and peeling her uniform off. I loved the thought of my doctor wife dominating another female, pushing her onto the bed and running her hands all over her breasts and thighs before taking a vibrator or a strap-on dildo and fucking her senseless. I boxed the pizza up, thinking I might be a little more hungry later and then laid a load of drinks - wine and other spirits (there was beer cooling in the fridge) - onto the dining room table, pouring Jo and I a glass of red wine in the process. The mundane activity had the effect of finally calming my erection, that though still swollen, was becoming flaccid. But my erection grew to enormous proportions when I entered our bedroom to find Jo looking at herself in the full length mirror dressed in a Victoria's Secret black, polka-dotted, meshed body, garter/suspender slip attached to which she wore glossy fishnet stockings and those same drop dead gorgeous black satin crotchless panties. 'What the...' 'Fuck?' Jo finished my response for me with, adding with a very mischievous look on her face: 'I certainly hope so.' 'You look stunning. I could eat you.' 'I may let you later...thank you for the wine.' She took a sip, dipped a finger in the glass and sucked the same finger as if she was auditioning for a porn movie. I dropped my trousers and begged her to get on the bed. 'And spoil my hair and make-up? Not likely hubby. But come over here and let me kiss the little fellow.' She slid my boxers off and knelt in front of me, planting a firm kiss down the length of my cock and leaving a deliciously naughty lip-glossed stained mouth on it. 'Now, you better get dressed. Our guests will be here soon.' 'What shall I wear.' 'Why the same as me silly. It is a fancy dress party. Your outfit is on the bed.' I turned around and there before me was a pair of pink satin panties, pink stockings with a black line on the back of them and a little red bow on the ankle, a Chantilly lace bodice in ice pink with little trims of black lace running through the middle of it, a pair of black stilettos and a dark navy nurse's uniform. 'I can't wear this outfit.' I exclaimed, though I felt strangely turned on by the idea. 'Of course you can. You wore something very similar for the theatre last month.' 'Yes, but that was for a production of The Rocky Horror Picture Show and all the men were dressed as tranny's. I'm going to be the only transvestite in the house tonight.' 'What makes you think that my little sissy hubby?' 'What do you mean?' 'Well, there's going to be a couple of gay male friends coming, dressed as slutty nurses. Don't want them to feel like the odd ones out now do we?' 'I suppose not...but I'm not gay.' 'I know, but you looked so hot as my sweet transvestite last month. And once I've done your make-up you'll we'll look like a couple of hot lesbians.' Despite my misgivings, the thought of being Jo's lesbian girlfriend for the night really turned me on. Besides we had had such a laugh at The Rocky Horror Picture Show, me dressed as Dr Frank Furter, Jo as Magenta the maid, that I thought to hell with it, let's really spice things up. Jo even agreed to dress me. When she slid the stockings over my legs I felt really horny, especially when she attached them to the suspender belt. After putting some foundation on my face and some false, black eyelashes, she applied the same deep sexy scarlet red lip gloss she was wearing, before slipping the navy uniform over me and the blonde wig I had worn to The Rocky Horror Show. She then knelt down in front of me and strapped up my back stilettos. We then stood admiring ourselves in the mirror - we looked like work colleagues, except Jo was wearing her starched white doctor's uniform with the first three buttons undone revealing her magnificent cleavage. 'Hey, what am I going to do for tits?' I asked, really getting into the part now. 'Well, Staff Nurse Naughty, that's a very good question.' Jo promptly walked over to her underwear draw pulled out half a dozen pair of her seamless cocktail dress panties and shoved three pairs in each of the silky cups of my garter slip. It had the desired effect. I now looked truly like a very slutty naughty nurse. My wife gave my knew tits a quick squeeze. 'It's just as well I'm not a man.' 'Why's that,' I asked. 'I'd get done for sexual harassment everyday...Now bend over the bed while I give you your enema!' 'No, you bend over the bed while I give you a cock.' 'I told you before I want at least two tonight.' Suddenly the door bell rang breaking us both out of our reverie. 'Nurse, can you let our first patient in please.' 'You want me to go, dressed like this?' 'I'm the doctor.' 'But say it's Liam?' Liam was our new next door neighbour who kept finding reasons to call round (I think he has the hots for Jo). 'Then problem solved.' 'What do you mean, problem solved?' 'Well then I'll have the minimum number of cocks I require.' 'You are such a wicked gorgeous wife.' 'That's Dr Naughty to you nurse. Now open the door.' I crept downstairs, treading carefully so I wouldn't fall over in my high heels. Reaching the hallway, I took a sharp intake of breath and opened the door. A small group of partygoers stood there all dressed as either doctors or nurses. I only recognised Thomas, an Asian doctor who Jo was always going on about. They ranged in age to from early twenties to perhaps late fifties. Everyone of them greeted me with a kiss on the cheek (I had initially held out my hand expecting people to shake it, but clearly everybody had already had at least a couple of drinks) and one of the nurses (I think one of the male nurses dressed as a female nurse) greeted me by kissing me on the lips and squeezing my ass. I felt my stomach do a somersault. I wasn't at all repulsed - it actually made me relax a little. I told everyone to help themselves to drinks, our hostess would be with us shortly. I then put some music on - Anything Goes from the musical of the same name, this was Jo's cue to come and join us. She appeared on the mezzanine looking like some kind of outrageously saucy Greek goddess, her flowing blonde hair dancing on her shoulders as she made her way down the stairs. She was greeted by lots of wolf whistles and a round of applause. Thomas went straight up to her and kissed her firmly on the mouth, passing her a martini. 'Dr Naughty, I presume.' The way he stated it suggested it wasn't the first time he had called my wife that. I felt the jolt of some jealous pangs, but did my best to remain civil and jocular. I managed to quickly get a moment alone with Jo in the kitchen. 'Are any more guests coming.' I asked. So far there were only eight guests, five doctors and three nurses. 'No, this is it hubby. Why you're not disappointed are you?' 'No, not at all. To be honest those nurses seem really hot, even the male one who grabbed my ass when he came in and kissed me on the lips.' 'Are you sure you're not gay? Or at least a bit bi?' 'Of course not. Just because some attractive guy grabbed my ass and it wasn't unpleasant?' 'No. Because all the nurses are men. There's not a single female here tonight. Apart from me.' 'But you said there were hot nurses coming.' 'And judging by your reaction I have told nothing but the truth.' 'I'm speechless.' 'Because you fancy the nurses? The MALE nurses.' 'No. I don't fancy them. It's just...' 'It's just what sissy hubby?' 'Well...' 'Go on. Spit it out,' 'Even the nurse with the jet back hair?' 'Simon you mean. Or Simone as he likes to be called.' 'No way!' 'Yes, way!' 'But he's...' 'He's what? Come on. Don't be bashful.' 'Nothing. Forget it.' 'There's no way I'm forgetting it. Now tell me or I'll tell everyone you fancy Simon. Sorry, Nurse Simone.' 'You wouldn't!' 'Wanna bet?' 'Okay. Okay. Fuck I don't know what's got into you lately...Sorry. I don't fancy him. But I will admit he looks hot in that uniform.' 'Hot?' I nodded, a little ashamed. 'As do you. Now come on let's mingle.' Within an hour the party had grown raucous. Jo had danced with everyone. I'd danced with all the other nurses and even one of the doctors. Any reservations I had were floating away in a haze of alcohol infused eroticism. Then Jo stopped the music and demanded we all play spin the bottle. Everyone cheered enthusiastically. 'Okay.' She began. 'Here are the rules.' 'I think we all know the rules of spin the bottle Jo.' I said wondering where all this was going. 'Not my triple X-rated version you don't.' Another ringing endorsement from the revellers. 'So. Whoever spins the bottle has to kiss the person opposite. Or they can forfeit a piece of clothing or even ask another player to sacrifice a piece of theirs. Or take their place in some naughty physical action.' Despite the alcohol I felt more and more nervous. I'd never seen my wife so utterly commanding and sultry. She was behaving like a dominatrix and we all appeared to be pawns in her sex games. 'If you spin the bottle and it lands on the same person again, you have to french kiss that individual. A third spin equals you flick and lick their nipples and a fourth spin means you rub their cock or pussy.' More howls of delirium. Was Jo really going to go through with this? Was she going to allow these men, all of them colleagues, to deep kiss her and fondle her tits and pussy? If I had any doubts about her intentions what she said next dispelled them immediately and caused everyone to lick their lips in anticipation, except me - I felt like I'd been hit with a sledgehammer. 'A fifth spin means you have to lick or suck pussy or cock. And a sixth spin, six being my favourite number, means a gang bang.' Everyone raised their glasses, clinking them in celebration. I joined in reluctantly, and if Jo noticed my reluctance she chose to simply ignore it. 'Okay. Well I think it's only fair if the ladies go first. Starting with my sexy sissy hubby.' Intuitively she seemed to realise that, whatever she had in store for tonight, required me to be fully on side and that would only happen if I was far more turned on that I felt now. I spun the bottle and it pointed at Jo. I felt a huge wave of relief sweep over me. Jo was more or less directly opposite me, next to Simon, so I stretched over and kissed her full on the lips. Then it was Jo's turn. Remarkably when she spun the bottle it pointed at me. There were a few murmurings of "fix, fix, fix" but Jo winked at everyone and slid her tongue in my mouth caressing the insides, flicking my own tongue for several moments before resting in her place again. Now I felt a little more at ease and certainly a little more turned on. This is fun, I thought. And more motivated spun the bottle again. For a second it looked as if it would point at Jo again. Instead it landed at the stockinged feet of Simon. A cry went up, led by my wife...kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.' Why the hell not I thought? I crawled over to Simon. As I got closer he reached over and as I knelt up to kiss him he grabbed my ass again. The combination of our lips (he was wearing a sultry looking deepest red lip gloss) and his hands on my ass with my wife and everyone else watching, made me melt into it. I had intended to just give him a quick peck, but found myself enjoying the intimacy far more than I expected. Jo applauded wildly, while everyone else cheered exuberantly. I returned to my place confused, but more and more turned on. The game proceeded apace. Clothes were shed rapidly with all of the doctors choosing to forfeit if the bottle pointed at anybody but Jo. By now my jealously had dissapated somewhat. Yes, Jo had now kissed all her colleagues, but I felt sure the game would come to an abrupt halt before it got completely out of hand. Thomas spun the bottle, thus far he hadn't had much luck, only having kissed Jo on the lips once and several other times removing items of clothing - shoes, socks, and on his last turn to the delight of my wife - his shirt. Thomas had a good body. Not a six pack, but he was very well toned, was very handsome and it was clear he fancied the pants off my wife. This time his luck was in. The bottle pointed at Jo. I prepared myself, knowing there was no way this guy was going to miss the opportunity to drive his tongue into my wife's mouth. He leant over. Jo pulled him closer and I watched miserably as they played tonsil tennis to everyone else's appreciation, for a full minute. I was getting angry now but was trying desperately not to show it. Jo spun the bottle and to my huge relief it pointed at me once more. She came over and unbuttoned my nurse's uniform. She then reached inside and took out the panties, throwing them up in the air, that made up my breasts. Then she stopped wiggled her finger in Simon's direction and said: 'I forfeit and pass to Simon.' I didn't know how to react. My wife had sent a curve ball down and I felt unable to resist and spoil the game. Simon simply removed the straps of my garter slip and gently flicked and then licked my nipples with his tongue. The longer he went on the more I tried, unsuccessfully, to stop my cock from swelling. Fortunately he came to a halt just before my cock tented my uniform. Jo again led the applause even smacking Simon on the ass as a sign of her personal appreciation. I took a moment to compose myself before spinning the bottle. It pointed at Kelvin or Katy - a long time colleague of Jo's. Together with Simon and Lucy (Larry), a blonde wigged nurse, Katy made up the three naughty nurses tonight or four if you included me. Katy was more rounded than the other two, but he was very sensuous and I had liked kissing him earlier in the game on his big juicy lips, and even enjoyed Jo kissing him. He seemed like a really nice guy and, as I didn't want to lose any more clothes, my uniform was completely unbuttoned now, I'd lost my high heels and a little red garter I'd sneaked on when Jo wasn't looking, I went over to Katy and we started exploring each other's mouth. It couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds but everyone seem to like my willingness to join in properly. For a moment I felt relaxed again. But when Katy spun the bottle it pointed at Jo and instead of taking advantage of the opportunity he passed to Tyler, a young new Junior Doctor who had just started working with my wife. He was ruggedly good looking, had massive hands (and we know what that means) and I knew any woman looking at this Herculean morsel would find him irresistible. And as Katy had already French kissed Jo, it meant Tyler got to play with her tits. Jo needed no encouragement she unbuttoned her doctor's white gown until her outrageously sexy garter slip was in full view. Tyler wrestled the straps from her shoulders and after first stroking the tops of her breasts he slid her garment passed the point of her cleavage and after a brief massage off Jo's tits launched his tongue at first the right, and then the left breast. Jo sighed, her face flushed and when Tyler tried to move away she pulled him in again. My penis which had been semi-erect now went flaccid again. The jealously had returned with a vengeance. Jo spotted my own flushed face and quickly spun the bottle. It pointed at me (by now I was sure she had some kind of voodoo control over the damn thing), she reached down inside my panties and started to rub my cock back to life and despite of my jealous anger it sprang back to life. Only when it was fully erect did she stop. 'Your turn hubby.' She said giving my cock one final squeeze. Now I was properly turned on and with the audience gagging for it. I spun the bottle. It pointed at Larry (Lucy). Now I had a dilemma. If I went over to Lucy I would have to rub his cock, having already kissed him on the lips and he'd french kissed me, but if I forfeited I'd have to remove my uniform and that would definitely leave me exposed and vulnerable. I chose the former. I'd never touched another guy's cock before, but figured it couldn't be that bad. Larry was wearing red silk panties, he actually looked really good in them. At first, I gently rubbed his cock through the material but as his excitement grew something seem to possess me and I reached inside his lovely panties and started rubbing his cock. I felt it grow in my hand and urged on by my wife who had now started rubbing herself continued to massage Larry's cock. It was only when some pre-cum dripped into my hand that I stopped. For a moment the whole room went quiet. Everyone looked a little guilty as they had all been rubbing themselves. My wife broke the spell. Taking the two fingers that she had inserted inside her pussy she brought them to her lips and licked the juices from them. One of her doctor friends, Nigel - the oldest guy, bit paunchy, but had obviously been good looking in his youth, gasped out loud. Two of the others - a Greek fertility expert Demetrius and Joshua a hunky black guy reached for their own cocks again. Friday Night 'Enough!' Jo shouted. 'Everyone upstairs.' We all followed Jo's orders. I felt scared now. This HAD got completely out of hand. I was the last one to arrive in the bedroom. The cacophony had turned to a hushed silence. Jo greeted me with a long lingering kiss. All the doctors were now naked. As Jo continued to kiss me Tyler started kissing her neck. Nigel slid his hands up Jo's thighs and reached inside her panties. I felt Jo bite down on my lip and knew Nigel must have slipped at least one of his fingers inside Jo's pussy. Jo then took my hand and joined my fingers with Nigel and as she continued to kiss me Nigel and I removed our fingers and carried Jo over to the bed. 'No, not yet.' She said panting and clearly in a state of enormous arousal. Her pussy was gushing with juices. She stood up and began kissing me again. I could feel her making movements with her hands behind my back. I felt hands slide up my thighs, Jo was guiding these hands closer and closer to my cock. She stopped kissing me and Simon replaced her. Oh Jo was playing this game so well now. She knew I was hesitant, but she slipped my cock from my panties and put it in her own mouth. It was like an electrical charge went through my body. Greedily, and now with almost no hesitation, I thrust my tongue into Simon's mouth. Our tongues darting everywhere as our lip-gloss added to the delicious sensation. I looked down as Simon kissed my neck and shoulders, and watched as Jo deep throated me. Larry (Lucy) and Kelvin (Katy) now joined in licking and flicking my nipples. I didn't care anymore I was so ridiculously turned on. Jo must have felt my swelling increase and gently she stopped giving me oral. But by now I was helpless. I felt I was being cuckolded and was powerless to resist. Nigel, Tyler, Demetrius, Joshua, and Thomas were now all fondling Jo. They took off her doctor's gown and she responded by kissing each of them in turn rubbing their cocks as she did so. I felt a pang of jealousy but then Katy started french kissing me again. He was more urgent this time than during the game. In some ways I found him more sexy than the other two. He certainly knew how to kiss. Jo was now on the bed in a 69 position giving oral to Thomas and receiving it back i turn. She stopped momentarily. 'Bring my sissy hubby here.' She said to Katy. He obliged and Jo took both my cock and Thomas' cock in her mouth at the same time as other hands touched and caressed our bodies. Larry was kissing me while Simon and Katy were stroking my legs. Jo paused and asked me: 'Do you want to stop Nurse Naughty?' This was my get out of jail free card. You could have cut the tension in the room with a knife. Everybody waited with bated breath for me to respond. 'No, Dr Naughty.' I finally whispered. 'Do you want to watch these guys fuck your slutty wife?' 'Yes Dr Naughty.' 'And do you want Katy, Lucy and Simone to fuck your ass?' The question, in spite of everything that had happened so far, still surprised me. But I really wanted to know now what it felt it like. 'Oh yes please Dr Naughty.' 'And will you suck and fuck them in return?' 'Oh yes, yes, yes Dr Naughty.' 'And will you eat and lick up every drop of Tyler's, Thomas', Josh's, Demetrius's and Thomas's cum from me afterwards?' 'Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes I will Dr Naughty. I really want to.' 'And can I watch now as Simon takes you from behind?' 'I want you to watch your sissy little hubby get rammed from behind Dr Naughty.' I fet Simon lift up my uniform and pull my panties aside as Jo put lube on her finger and slid it into my ass. She put some on Simon's cock as well after licking it and immediately kissing me so we could share Simon's pre-cum. I felt like I'd been hypnotised. Jo joined me on the bed taking three cocks in her mouth now as she watched Simon press his cock against my anus. Slowly he filled me up, I winced in pain as he sunk in deeper, but as he began to thrust the lubrication and the flesh of his cock began to excite me. This in turn got Jo wildly turned on. I turned my head as Nigel joined us on the bed. Jo reached for his erect cock and thrust it into her, by now, dripping pussy. 'Oh fuck me. Yes.' She exclaimed. Adding: 'How is it Nurse Naughty?' 'Fucking amazing,' I shouted back. 'And I love what Nigel's doing to you.' 'Thought you might sissy hubby. All guys secretly want a slutty wife.' 'From now on you can fuck any guy you want my gorgeous, naughty, sexy, wife.' 'Promise?' 'I promise alright.' Both guys were now slamming into my wife and I. Nigel, despite his mature age was clearly unable to last much longer. And when Jo said: 'That's it Nigel. Fuck me stud. Fuck me in front of of my sissy hubby.' He shot spurt after spurt into Jo's pussy. Within seconds I felt Simon's cock pulsate. And then a warm shower fill my ass. It was incredible. My wife insisted that both Nigel and Simon be cleaned up immediately. So I took Simon's cock and licked up the remains of his sticky salty cum. And Jo did the same to Nigel. Then once again we shared kisses. It was mind-blowingly erotic. Katy, Larry, Tyler, and Joshua all wanted oral. So my wife and I agreed to take two cocks each and have a race to see who could make the guys explode first. It was unbelievably exciting watching my wife in her sexy stockings and panties give a black guy and a white guy oral at the same time. Josh was so good looking I imagined his 8 inch black cock in both my wife's pussy and in my ass. This thought made me devour Katy's and Larry's cocks and I thought I was going to win. But my wife is an expert at oral and a full two minutes before I succeeded in pleasuring Katy and Larry, her doctor friends spilled their cum in her mouth. until some overflowed onto her chin and chest. This simply spurred me on and hungrier than ever to know what it felt like to give a guy oral to the point of ejaculation I licked and sucked with everything I had. Soon my mouth exploded with a stream of cum. I tried to swallow it all as I knew this it what would please Jo. Still dripping with sperm herself she rubbed some on her tits and invited me to lick it up. I didn't need to be asked twice. By now we were all exhausted and as some of the guys were working the weekend they all left except Katy and Thomas. My jealousy had now subsided to the point were I really wanted Thomas to fuck my wife. But first she invited Katy to do so. But there was a catch. 'Nurse nNaughty must fuck you ass at the same time.' Jo said. 'Agreed,' Katy and I said in unison and after sharing a quick snog got into position. It was so hot watching Katy wearing stockings, suspenders and crotchless panties put his penis in my wife's pussy. It was like watching girl on girl action with Jo dressed in a very similar way. Now it was my turn to get some lube on my cock and in Katy's fully rounded sexy ass. I was shaking with excitement at the thought of fucking a guy for the first time and in front of my wife. Jo murmured her approval as I slid into Katy's ass as he began surging inside my wife. Jo was sucking Thomas's cock while he rubbed her tits. I don't know why I was so hesitant earlier, I thought. This is the biggest turn on of my life. Katy's ass was like Jo's, so incredibly pert and full and sassy. Before long I was really getting into it. Fucking a guy dressed as a naughty nurse is a huge turn on, especially when that guy is fucking your wife and another guy is fondling her tits and having his cock sucked in front of you. Katy didn't last long. There'd been so much sex tonight he was, like me, gagging for it. I continued to thrust but Jo stopped me. 'No, I want you to come inside me after Thomas has.' Katy put his uniform back on and we had another long snog before he left. Now we were just a threesome. Jo still had not climaxed. Ditto, Thomas and I. 'Thomas fucks me in my office all the time. What do you think about that sissy hubby.' 'It turns me on.' I replied. Because it did now. 'It turns you on?' 'Yes Dr Naughty.' 'Thomas has a bigger cock than you sissy hubby. What should he do with it.' 'Fuck my wife.' 'You want Thomas to fuck me? Here, now, in front of you?' 'Yes please Jo.' 'Excuse me?' 'Yes please, Dr Naughty.' 'Tell him then.' 'Thomas please fuck my wife with your big Asian cock.' Close up it was easy to see why my wife had beed fucking this guy. Yes I still felt a tiny bit put out. But he was gorgeous. After the night I had hell I wanted to be fucked by him. Jo told me to straddle her facing Thomas so I could watch the whole thing in HD! Jo submitted to Thomas immediately opening her legs widely to receive him. I moved to the side so I could stroke Jo's legs and tummy while Thomas kissed my wife's tits and mouth. She was desperate for him. As his thrusts became more urgent. Jo started scratching his back digging her nails in as the first sign of her own orgasm started building. 'Oh fuck Thomas. That's it baby. Fuck me in front of my little sissy hubby. Fuck me hard. Give me what he can't with his sissy little cock. I joined in. I couldn't help myself, 'Yes Thomas. Fuck my wife. Drive your cock in deep. Fucking impregnate her!' This last remark sent them both over the edge. After Thomas had recovered his clothes and given Jo's tits and mouth another long kiss, Jo said to me. 'Oh fuck that last thing you said was so fucking naughty. Maybe I'll take you up on the offer.' 'You can do whatever you want now my gorgeous naughty wife, with whoever you want, even get pregnant to whom ever you want.' 'Are you going to be my naughty sissy cuckold of a husband from now on?' 'Where do I sign?' 'You sign with your mouth. Dive into my pussy and lick Katy's and Nigel's and Thomas' cum from inside. Now kiss me.' Once more cum passed between our lips. 'Now fuck me wearing those sexy panties sissy hubby.' Going inside Jo at that moment was like bathing in silk. Her pussy was filled with cum from Katy, Nigel and Thomas and it felt amazing on my cock. We quickly found our rhythm and we're heading to oblivion. 'So sissy hubby what was the best part of tonight?' 'Watching those guys fuck you. That was so hot.' 'Weren't you jealous?' 'I was when you were kissing them downstairs, but once we came to the bedroom and you starting kissing them and sucking their cocks I was hardly jealous at all.' 'And did you like it when Simon fucked your ass.' 'It was fucking amazing. Can I come to your office and fuck Simon there?' 'Provided you wear a nurse's uniform.' 'I will Dr Naughty. I will. Anything for you.' 'And I can fuck any guy whenever I want.' 'I'm desperate for you to.' 'Can I start with Liam our hunky new neighbour tomorrow?' 'As long as I can watch and join in.' 'Not sure Liam swings both ways but we can find out. I thought you weren't gay sissy hubby though.' 'I'm not...I just like cocks as much as my naughty wife.' 'Do you like it when a cock fucks your ass.' 'Yes Dr Naughty.' So close now, so fucking close. 'Do you like watching your wife get fucked by black guys and white guys and Asian guys and gay guys?' 'Yes, oh fuck I want her to do it all the time.' 'Oh fuck sissy hubby I'm coming again.' 'I'm fucking coming too imagining it's Thomas fucking you baby.' 'Oh fuck me yessssssssss.' We jumped off the cliff together into an orgiastic tsunami of pleasure. My wife was now in control. I was her sissy cuckolded hubby. There was no going back. She had me exactly where she wanted me - in her naughty world of female domination. Friday Night I had just gotten home from work. She worked nights and I worked and attended college during the day so I slid out of my shoes as quietly as possible as I stepped in the front door, so as not to wake her. It was the last day of the work week for both of us, so we usually tried to have a date night after she woke up from a nap. It had been a long week between work and school and I was questioning if all this work was really worth it to become a teacher,but I had to put all that aside when I was snapped back to reality by the dog letting me know she needed to be let out. With me going to school and her working overnights we rarely had the chance to even sleep in the same bed, much less have sex. This was not a fact that went unnoticed, and I hoped tonight would give us a chance to get back in the swing of things, so to speak. As I glanced at the clock I realized she'd be in bed for at least another hour or so. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed to the bathroom hoping a soak and a drink would help me unwind from the pressures of the day. I slipped out of my khakis and since I hadn't worn any underwear that day all that was left to do was remove my sweater and unsnap my bra. I watched as it fell at my feet, the red fabric with the delicate pink flowers bunching up on the floor. It was my favorite bra, and with good reason. It gave me amazing cleavage (not that I ever had the opportunity to show it off). I slid into the tub carefully. The water was so hot that it instantly turned my normally pale white arms, legs and breasts a light shade of pink. I submerged myself in the tub, looking down at my breasts bobbing gently as I reached across the tub and carefully cracked open the beer I had gotten earlier. I took a sip, closed my eyes and relaxed. I sat in the tub until the water was no longer warm enough to be comfortable and the room was too cold to enjoy, as was evidenced by my nipples standing up in protest of the cold air. I rose out of the tub and toweled off. I wasn't sure if or when we'd be going out, so I tossed on my favorite pair of shorts and a shirt with cut off sleeves (the kind that I could only wear around the house because I cut them too far and my breasts were constantly peeking out the sides). I didn't bother to put on any underwear or a bra since I was only going as far as the living room and didn't want to wake her by looking for clothes while she was sleeping. I lounged on the couch and turned on the TV, mindlessly channel surfing until I heard her get up and get out of bed. "Hey babe, do you want to go out for a while?" she asked as I heard her starting the shower. "Sure", I replied, "I'm not dressed yet; I thought I'd wait for you so I could figure out what to wear after we decided where we were going." "Hey, I can't hear you very well over the shower. I also need a towel so can you come in here for a minute?" I got up and walked towards the bathroom. She was already in the shower so I missed my chance to get a good look at her. I grabbed a towel and hung it up on the towel bar and then asked where we were going. As I did this, my right breast peeked out of my shirt and she said, "Well, if you're dressed like that I might just keep you here all to myself." I returned to the living room and sat on the couch, finishing off the last of my beer as I waited. She seemed to be taking forever, which was unlike her, but I had all weekend to spend with her so I wasn't going to begrudge her spending a few extra minutes getting ready. She entered the room dressed in a pair of jeans, but was otherwise naked (she did this often if a shirt she liked was downstairs where the washer and dryer were). I figured she was almost ready so I told her I was going to go take a quick shower and get dressed. As I went to walk across the room, she stopped me by wrapping me in a hug and said, "I've missed you this week." She then leaned in to me and gave me a kiss. My breasts sticking out of my shirt rubbed up against her naked chest and suddenly getting dressed and going out was the last thing on my mind. She grabbed my shirt and pulled the middle of it together, so my breasts were sticking out from either side of the strip of fabric that now separated them. She looked at my breasts and bit her bottom lip as she smiled at me. I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck, ran my fingers through her short, and still damp, hair and pulled her mouth to mine. She parted my lips with her tongue and kissed me with a type of urgency that I hadn't felt in a long time. She flicked her tongue over mine over and over, barely letting me have a chance to catch my breath. A few more of those kisses, tongues wildly exploring and I was ready to tear her jeans off. I fumbled as I ran my hands down her stomach and tried to unbutton her pants. She promptly grabbed my hands and moved them away from her waist, placing one of my hands on each of her breasts. Her breasts were perfectly sized for my hands, and I was always envious of the fact that she could go places without a bra on, something that never happened for me because I was "blessed" with a pair of 38gg breasts. I cupped her breasts and ran my fingers gently across her nipples. I wanted to take them up in my mouth, but as I leaned down to her chest she again moved me to where she wanted me to be. She wrapped her fingers in my shoulder length hair and pulled me in again to another kiss. My knees were shaking and I could feel the intensity of my excitement building.. For once, I wished I was wearing panties because I was afraid I might ruin my favorite shorts if she kept going. "Lets take this to the bedroom" I suggested as I started to grab her hand to lead her to the bedroom. "I had something else in mind" she said to me as she pulled me back towards her, spinning me around so my back was to her. She reached down and grabbed my shirt, yanking it hastily off of me. The warmth of her breath in my ear and her heavy breathing was only serving to contribute more to the building tension I was feeling between my legs. As she pulled my shirt off, she reached around, cupping my breasts, flicking my nipples, and pinching them. I tried to move myself back around to face her, but she held me tight, kissing and licking my neck as she continued to rub and play with my nipples. Finally, after what felt like forever, she turned me around and kissed me again. Once again she turned her attention to my heaving breasts but this time, instead of her hands she bent forward and took my hard nipples into her mouth. First the left and then the right. She sucked and flicked and worked my nipples with her tongue. After a while, my body was begging for a climax. "Baby, I want you to fuck me" I moaned between ragged breaths. She reached down and grabbed the waist of my shorts and slid them off deftly with one hand. She knelt on the floor in front of me, her face at eye level with my warm, and now very wet, pussy. She slid a hand between my legs and smiled "Sure feels like you're ready for me". With that, she reached up with her other hand and spread my lips apart. She leaned her head back a few inches and took in the sight of my shaven pussy, pink and dripping. After a few seconds, she leaned in and gently flicked my clit with the tip of her tongue. Waves of pleasure were already ripping through my body and I wasn't sure how long I could stand it before I would cum right there on her face. I let out a gentle moan as she continued to use her tongue to explore the wetness she had created between my legs. She drew gentle circles around my clit, and then when she had me building up, she'd stick her tongue out as far as she could and use it to fuck me. I was leaning into her, feeling her tongue inside of me sliding in and out of my hole. She knew I wanted to cum, and she finally decided she was going to let me. She went back to working my clit and as my breath grew more shallow and my moans of "oh fuck yes" grew louder, she picked up the pace and went from a gentle kissing to a furious flicking and sucking. When I was about to collapse, I begged her, "Please don't stop. Right. There. Oh. Fuck." She pulled my body down to her by reaching around my back and grabbing my ass, she pulled my clit into her mouth and sucked it and flicked it and until finally, I came. All my juices poured into her mouth and down her chin as she lapped them up while I looked for something to hold on to in order to steady my legs, still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. "Your turn" I said looking down at her, still kneeling on the floor. "Oh no, I'm not done with you yet", she replied, standing up and unzipping her pants to reveal the strap-on she was wearing under her jeans. Now I understood why she kept pushing me away from her zipper. She stood up and let her pants fall to the floor, kicking them aside. She grabbed me by the hand and pushed me away from her and towards the end of the couch. She pushed me forward over the arm of the couch, my ass up in the air towards her. "I have plans for you" she said as she slapped me gently on the ass. My heart pounded in my ears as a new wave of excitement coursed through my body. My knees were still shaking from the ecstasy and I propped myself up on my elbows. She put her knee between mine and forced my legs apart. "I was dreaming about fucking you so when I woke up I wanted to get right to it" she said as she slid her hand in between my legs. She slid two fingers into me, pushing gently against my g-spot, feeling my wetness. "Mmm, you want this?" She asked. All I could do was nod weakly, my head swimming. She pushed the head of her cock against me, sliding it up against my clit a few times. This made me jump a little since I was still pretty sensitive. Gently she slipped the head of it inside me and slowly worked it in and out of my hole. It was bigger than I had remembered and it was pushing against my already tight walls. I heard a faint laugh and then she pushed the full length of the cock into me, thrusting it slowly so I felt every inch. My body slid forward as she pushed into me, so she reached around and grabbed my hips and guided my body back and forth as she continued to pump her hard cock. I could feel the head rubbing my g-spot as she fucked me. She sped up and the sound of her body hitting mine as she pushed her cock in and out of me made me hungry for more. She must have sensed this, because she pulled me back and reached in front of me, squeezing my erect nipples in time with her motions. She slowed a bit, and I begged her to keep going. She slid one hand behind me and pulled at the back of my hair. "You like that? You want me to make you cum?" I couldn't find words, so I nodded my head vigorously and she obliged by sliding her hand back in front of me, putting one hand back on my nipple and sliding the other down my stomach to my pussy. She slid her fingers around my clit and squeezed it again as she continued to pound me. I could feel my legs getting weak again and the wetness was dripping from her cock as she slid it in and out of me. I knew I was close to orgasm. "Please. Don't stop." I begged weakly She slid her hands onto my hips again and thrust into me. I could feel my walls starting to contract and the pressure in me was building. She dug her fingers into me and pulled me close to her, pushing her whole length into me as fast as she could. I could only grunt as I felt the tingle build and my orgasm begin. My pussy exploded and I collapsed on the couch. She leaned onto me, the whole length of the cock still inside me. As my pussy continued to contract from my orgasm, she leaned onto me and said, "was that worth waiting until date night?". I said "Oh definitely" as she slowly pulled her cock from my pussy. I turned around and kissed her deeply. "So, let's go get a beer" she said. "But what about you?" I asked, still eager to return the favor. "Well, we have all weekend, how about I let you get some strength back first?" She grinned as she took my hand and lead me to the shower. Friday Night On a Friday night a couple of weeks after my encounter with Matt, I was walking down Johnson Street trying hard to come to terms with what happened. Am I gay? If not, then why did I enjoy having Matt's cock in my mouth and deep inside me? Why can't I get the taste and scent out of my mind? I wanted more, what I thought was assuaging a once only desire turned out to be far more than just a fantasy. I found that my feet were taking me to the Albatross, the lights, and the rainbow flag fluttering in the breeze took me by surprise. As I stopped in front of the bar, a car horn sounded directly behind me, and startled me. I turned, and there was Matt, laughing his ass off. I waved, and flashed him a smile, and walked to the car. My heart sank when I saw the lady sitting in the passenger seat. I leant down to his open window and said, "Hi, I was just thinking about you." How have you been?" "I'm doing good." He said, "This is Cheryl, she is a - an associate of mine." Cheryl leant over and gave me a smile and waved. "Are you busy tonight?" He asked, "I'm just taking Cheryl home, but I'll back shortly." I hoped that my relief did not show in my face. I said, "No, I have nothing planned tonight I was just out for a walk and ended up here." "I'll see you when you get back." I told him. Matt said, "OK, I'll see you in about 30 minutes. Keep a chair warm for me." "On second thought, why don't you come to the house?" He said, "I don't know that I am in the mood for the Albatross tonight. You remember where I live, don't you?" I said, "Yes, I remember the way. I'll see you there in a half an hour." I returned his smile, and as he drove off, started walking the mile to his house. So many things were coursing through my brain as I was returning to the place where I lost my virginity. It's a funny way to think about it, but that is what happened. As I walked up the street to his house, I saw him pull in-alone. He saw me and waved as I walked towards him. Taking my arm, he guided me towards his front door and opened it. I entered the threshold, my heart leapt when I heard him close and lock the door. I turned around and saw him standing, smiling, looking at me. He came up and put his arm around my shoulder and directed me into the living room. I sat down as he made his way to his bar. He poured himself a stiff bourbon and me a generous measure of scotch. He took a sip of his drink and gave me mine. I sat in the same chair and sipped my drink. "I've given our last meeting a lot of thought." I said, "I keep asking myself why did I enjoy having your cock in my mouth?" "Why do I want more?" Matt smiled and said, "Have you come to any conclusions?" "Are you here because you want more - of everything?" "Yes," I said, "to both. " I think that I know why I enjoyed your cock, or how I came to enjoy having something large and round in my mouth." Would you like to hear the answer?" He said, "Yes, I do." "You sucked my cock like a pro, I doubt that you haven't done it before." "Well, I said, "Here goes." "When I was younger, I used to like to eat a pickle. You know, the big ones they sell from a jar? I would take it in my mouth and work it in and out, in and out, slowly nibbling and sucking, using my teeth and lips to reduce the inside until it was full of juice." I paused for a moment and then continued, "Then I would bite a hole in the end and suck the pickle dry. I wonder now what anyone thought of the activity." Matt looked at me, and then pointed to the bulge in his pants. "I know what I would have thought." he said, "I would love to watch you do that." He continued, "So you think that my cock is a pickle substitute?" "Actually," I said, "It was probably the other way around, and your juices beat a pickle by a long way." He looked at me and without another word he got up and disappeared into the hall. I sat there sipping my drink, wondering if he wanted me to follow him. I decided that would be very forward, and could well result in him telling me to go. I tried to think of something I could do that would exceed the first time. I came up with nothing special, and decided to let the moment take me. He walked back into the room wearing his robe, and carrying my cuffs in his hand. "I've been thinking about that night ever since." He said, "That is why you came here isn't it?" he asked, "To continue where we left off?" I looked down at the floor for a minute, and then said "Yes, I think so." Then I looked at him and asked, "What would you like me to do?" "Last time it was sorta my choice, at least until we went into your playroom, and even then I didn't have to go." Matt looked at me for a few seconds, and said, "I will make you my sub, my toy, for the night, or possibly the weekend." "Do you have any other plans?" I shook my head and he smiled. Do you agree, whatever happens in this house this weekend is with your consent and approval?" I nodded my head in agreement. "Take off your clothes, and put these on." He said with just a hint of menace, "Then get on your knees." With that he left the room. As he left I disrobed, placing my clothes neatly in the corner on the floor. I put the cuffs on my ankles and wrists, and found a collar, which I also put on. I knelt on the carpet facing the door that he had exited through. I heard his footsteps and he entered the room. "Excellent!" he said, as he walked to me, "I have been thinking about having your mouth wrapped around my cock for days." He sighed, "And of course some of the other things we enjoyed." "Are you certain, that anything that happens here this weekend is with your consent and approval?" He asked. "I have some things in mind." I thought for a minute, and then nodded my head. "Yes" I said, "I am yours for the next two days." His smile grew broader, and said, "Excellent, then let us begin." He pulled his soft cock from his robe and offered it to my mouth. My mouth opened and I went to stroke him and pull him towards me. He pulled away, teasing me. "Come into the bedroom." He said, "So that I can make myself comfortable." With that he again disappeared into the hallway. I rose and followed him. I found him sitting on his bed, his manhood already starting to grow. Then I noticed the other person in the room. Cheryl smiled and said, "Hello Will, Matt told me all about you and kindly agreed to let me join in on the fun." "So don't you mind me, I am only going to watch-for now." I kneeled in front of Mat and started to caress his cock, feeling it grow with each touch. Matt smiled and leaned back, pushing his cock forward. I wrapped my lips around the glans and gave it a little suck, tasting his pre-cum. I looked up at him and said "Just let me pleasure you." "I will try to live up to your expectations." With that I took is rapidly stiffening member into my mouth and started sucking it in earnest, moving my head up and down rhythmically. Matt moaned as I worked, thrusting his hips gently as I worked his manhood in and out of my willing mouth. He was hard now, harder than he was the last time. My mouth accommodated it - barely. I wrapped my lips around the head, and sucked and licked the hole before once again moving my head sucking him in and out as far as I could. My hands cupping and squeezing his testicals felt the first twitching that indicated that his orgasm was on its way. I used my hand to masturbate him with my lips wrapped tightly around the head, sucking him like a thick meaty straw. I felt the surge of his climax just before he squirted his fluid into my eager throat. I sucked and caressed until he was drained, not wasting a drop. Just then I heard clapping behind me, I stopped and turned to see Cheryl clapping her hands and laughing. "Go on" she said, "Act like I am not here." I continued to gently suck and nibble his penis. My lips tightened causing him to wiggle and gasp as his sensitive member started to grow once again in my lips. I felt it grow and kept licking, nibbling, and sucking it. I felt him quiver with each nibble and suck and knew that his glans was very sensitive. He grew to nearly as large as the first time. I looked up at him and he nodded. He gave me a condom, I rolled the condom down his erection, and lubed it well. I then smiled at him, and turned my back. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, I squealed a bit when it slipped through, but I kept the pressure up, and slowly impaled myself on him. I ground him deep inside, then started bouncing up and down on it. He sat up and pushed me off. His rampant cock slipped out and I squealed as it left me. I landed on the floor on all fours, and he grabbed my hips, offered his tool to my anus, and rammed it home. I squealed loudly, the pain was nearly as good as the first time. He rammed my ass for a few minutes before he slowed down and drew his tool out completely, and then drove it deep inside me again. This slow motion fucking was driving me crazy, each withdrawal and reentry hurt my poor sphincter and I moaned and squealed as he fucked me silly. Soon, he stiffened and climaxed inside me, ramming his cock deep inside me. He held it for a minute and then withdrew. I turned to face him, and he winked and sat back on the bed. I took the hint, and again carefully freed his cock from its slime coated jacket. "This is the bit I want to see," Cheryl said, "You are incredible Will, I can't wait to get you into Matt's play room, I am certain that you will be fun." Once the condom was in the trash, I started cleaning his penis. I licked his testicals and licked and nibbled up his semi firm penis. I wrapped my mouth around the head and started sucking the remnants of his orgasm from his slowly growing manhood. He moaned softly and said, "Damn that feels so good, I am so sensitive." "I don't know that I have another orgasm in me." I answered by running my lips and teeth up and down his growing member. I nibbled the head and was gratified to feel it growing once again. He started to rise and pulled his cock out of my lips, I tried to hold him down, to attempt the hat trick. He laughed, and said, "My god, you are a real cock hound. But that is enough - for now." I felt a pull on my neck, and heard a distinct 'click'. Cheryl whispered in my ear, "Now it's time for a little fun." "But this time I am going to help." With that, Cheryl led me into the play room. Matt followed behind, slapping my ass if I slowed. As I entered I saw that there was another person in the room. In the center of the room was a girl, well a woman, naked as I was, with her arms stretched up to the ceiling as if she were praying. Cheryl led me into the center of the room, and fixed the, now familiar, spreader bar onto my wrists. The woman and I were hanging a few inches apart. Cheryl said, "Will, this is Sandra, Sandra, this is Will." "You two are going to become very well acquainted over the next hour or so." With that she attached the nipple suckers onto my teats, and walked out of my sight. Sandra looked straight at me and smiled a weary smile. I started to say something, when my back was lit on fire. One, two, three, four, five times my back felt the fiery tongue of the lash that she used. She stopped and walked to a point between my pain partner and I. She ripped the first sucker off, and as I screamed, applied a nipple clamp, then my right nipple was subject to the same treatment with the same result. With the clamps biting into my sensitive flesh She then pulled on the attached chain and I whimpered a little more. She then attached a second clamp onto Sandra's erect nipples. Matt came up, and he and Cheryl admired her handiwork. They went out of sight and I felt my arms lowering and saw Cheryl being returned to the floor. Matt released Sandra's cuffs from the hook holding them, Cheryl did the same with me. They then connected our cuffs behind our backs. Sandra and I stood there connected by the clamps on our increasingly tender nipples. "We are going to have a contest, a good old tug of war." Cheryl said. Matt explained the rules, "You will both walk backwards until booth of the clamps have come loose." "The winner is the one with both clamps attached." Cheryl smiled like the Cheshire Cat and said, "If it should happen that you each end the game with one clamp still attached, then you both lose, and must suffer the consequences." "Lett the contest begin." With that Sandra took a step back, and I had to move forward to ease the pain in my poor nipples. She had obviously played this game before. I stopped and twisted at the waist causing one of her clamps to come free followed by a shrill scream. She then did the same to me with the second clamp, with the same result. Only this time it was my clip that slipped off, and I screamed at the intense pain. Each of us stood there, one clamp attached, the other dangling. Sandra smiled at me, I wondered what the heck that meant. I was not long in discovering the reason she was smiling. Matt came up and took both chains in his hands. He smiled and pulled them until they were taut. The pain in my attached nipple increased until there were tears in my eyes. When the two attached chains were tight to their satisfaction, Will and Cheryl each took a chain Will held Sanda's and Cheryl had mine. They looked at each other, then at their personal toy, and then on an unspoken count pulled the clamps off of our nipples. We both shrieked and cried, and our owners laughed. "I told you." Matt said, "I love to hear you scream, it means I'm doing it right." Cheryl nodded in agreement and then approached me. "Matt and I are sharing our toys tonight. Cheryl stated, "And now you and Sandra will pay the price for your failure." I watched as my fellow 'toy's' hands were attached to a spreader bar, and felt the same action being applied to me. My ankle cuffs were attached to a second spreader bar. I heard the chain hoist and felt my arms being pulled. When I was more or less parallel to the floor, and my arms felt like they were going to be pulled out, a bench was placed under me and the pressure subsided-a bit. I could only guess that Sandra was receiving the same treatment. Cheryl said, "Now for some real fun." I watched her pick up a stainless steel implement shaped like a spur. It had a wheel covered with what looked like spikes. She ran it over my tortured nipples and the pain was excruciating. She rolled the spikes back and forth over my nipples, ignoring my limited squirming and full throated screams and squeals. I could hear Sandra screaming, and guessed that Matt was playing with the same toy. Cheryl ran the wheel heavily across my teats and then started slowly rolling it down towards my penis, which was almost hard enough to warrant being called a cock. I could feel the needles pricking down my stomach and then she got to my cock. Cheryl leaned over, smiled, and gave each of my nipples a little suck, and a large bite. She then started slowly running the spikes up my cock, and onto the head. I squirmed as she reached the head, but screamed when she applied pressure and ran it over and back, each time selecting a slightly different route. Just when I thought I could take no more, Cheryl leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. I felt her lick the head, which drove me nuts. She stopped and straightened up. "I can taste your pre-cum." She said, "Matt said that you were a pain slut." "We are going to have so much fun." With that I felt the chains slacken, and my cuffs were released. "Get up." Matt said to both of us. Our cuffs were removed, but our collars remained. We were led out of the play room, and into the bedroom. Cheryl led me and Matt had Sandra. "Kneel." Matt said. We did as we were instructed and each of our owners sat in front of the other one's toy. Cheryl smiled at me and said, "Now, let's see if you can eat pussy as well as you can suck cock." "Matt and I have a little bet on whether Sandra or you is better at both." She slipped out of her pants unceremoniously and sat on the bed. She pointed at her hairless slit and said, "Get to it." Then she laughed and started pulling on the leash. I crawled to her and started to use my hands to separate the flaps, to allow my tongue easier entry. A tawse that I did not know she had striped my back. "You will use only your lips mouth and tongue." She snarled, Then she gave me a few more lashes. "Do you understand?" she said. I nodded, and put my face to her lips. Her puss tasted musty and salty, I ran my tongue between the lips and used my mouth to worm my way between. I ran my tongue down to her vagina and darted it in and out before sliding it in as far as I could. Cheryl squirmed and moaned, as my tongue explored as much vagina as I could reach. Cheryl put her legs over my shoulders, which gave me better access to her vagina. My tongue explored further, she was getting very wet, and her juices were salty and sweet. I withdrew my tongue and licked down her taint. I heard her gasp as I inserted my tongue into her, anus. She was nice and clean, thankfully, but I lingered there only a little while before running my tongue back up her taint, teased her dripping vagina and slid my tongue up to her little man. She moaned as my tongue licked around the little mound of flesh, and I used my tongue like a lash to pummel her clit. She started to squirm, and I put my lips around her clitoris, and started sucking her into my lips, like it was a tiny cock. I sucked it in and out increasing the rhythm and varying the pressure. Her legs closed around my head and she arched her back as she squealed with delight and climaxed. I kept licking and sucking, trying to make her climax as long and as deep as possible. She removed her legs and pushed me away and said, "That's enough, stop!" When I didn't immediately halt my ministrations, I felt five hard lashes from the tawse which burned. I sat back, and awaited her pleasure. She lay there awhile regaining her composure. Then sat up and said, "What a good little toy you are for sure!" She looked over to Matt who was laying back with Sandra's mouth still around his cock. He looked back and nodded. "I think that you and Sandra deserve a reward tonight. You will sleep together, won't that be nice?" She asked. Sandra and I said, "Thank you Mistress, Thank you Master." With that they walked to a bedroom and laid us down, back to back, with our hands manacled together. They laughed as the turned off the light. "Have fun kids" they called as they closed the door and walked down the hall. Friday Night Life has kind of sucked lately, so I decided to take a weekend staycation. In fact I had been planning my kinky little escapade for weeks now. Here's how it went. I came home from work around 3:30 feeling exhausted, yet still excited for the pleasure to come... And a little nervous, after all, this was to be a serious self bondage session. Foregoing supper I went straight to the shower, letting the warm water wash away my frustrations. I resisted the urge to get off right there, telling myself there would be better orgasms to come soon. In addition to a shower I did a few enemas. I did NOT want anything to go wrong in that area. When I was sure I was empty, I made my way to the basement. There was still a few things to set up. I took a dozen Ice locks from the meat freezer and hung them from a hook I put in the ceiling. from each ice lock hung a half pound weight. As the ice melted and dropped each weight, they would land in a bucket hanging off the edge of the table, with a rope attached to an inflatable buttplug in my ass. Ideally the combined weight would eventually pull it out. And each one would feel like a hard jerk... In theory. Next I put fresh batteries in my favorite vibe. It's on the larger side, curves up to the g spot and has a forked clit tickler as well. The trick here was again more ropes and pulleys, ice and buckets. As the suspended ice melted and dripped into the bucket, the weight would slowly pull the string and twist the vibrator on. As if there wasn't already enough ice in this elaborate scheme. the key to my locks was also designed to swing to my rescue once the ice around it melted. It is just such a reliable system which is why I use it. With everything in place it was time to get locked up. So I climbed onto the table and shackled my ankles down, then lubed the plug generously and pushed it into my butt. I gave it 4 good pumps to really fill me up, then 2 more to make it uncomfortable. I found that with my overstuffed ass the vibrator felt quite big. Next I shackled my waist to the table, then my neck. My arms I left free but since I couldn't reach my pussy or the key I was absolutely powerless to undue what had been done. I had some time before things got going so I decided to close my eyes and let all the worries and bullshit from the week melt away. I wasn't going anywhere for the next five or so hours, so mentally I settled in for the long haul. The fullness in my ass was a delicious sensation. It doesn't get me super horny to be in bondage, it relaxes me and gives me no choice but to calm down. Bondage gives me peace. My mind roamed from this to that and worked through some of the recent issues in my life. Lately I had been dreaming of a really hot guy at work.I consider myself a good looking gal, slender and fit, but this guy looked like Greek god and seemed so out of my league. Nearly every muscle in his arms could be seen rippling under his smooth chocolate brown skin. I won't deny it, I've had to disappear into my office and masturbate after spending a few minutes with him. Even his name sounded sexy Michelangelo Thomas.He was so nice too, and I wondered what he would say if I told him how I felt. I gasped from a sharp pain in my ass. I was close to dreaming of his giant black cock, till one of the falling weights clunked into the bucket tied to my plug. I looked at the clock and discovered that I had been laying there for 3 hrs. My senses awakened and could hear water dripping rapidly. That meant things were about to get really fun. I couldn't do anything but wait for the next weight to fall. The anticipation of pain had my heart racing. After a few minutes the next weight fell, fuck it hurt. I screamed in pain as three more fell in rapid succession. Ten minutes later I had 6 pounds of weight trying to rip my asshole apart. I was in tears, regretting pumping the plug so much. My pussy clenched hard around my vibrator as it hummed to life. My groans of pain were replaced with moans of pleasure and I was in danger of cumming in just a few minutes. My mind wasn't even working anymore, the combination of pain and pleasure had me thrashing what little I could, my mouth was wide open with a soundless scream, and my eyes felt like they were bugging out of my head. The plug was close to coming out, and I wanted it out soooo bad. I was squealing on the edge of orgasm but the overwhelming pain in my overstretched butthole was taking over. I massaged my tits and twisted my nipples desperately trying to push myself over the edge. Finally, and quite suddenly, my orgasm racked my body. My ass clenched hard And sucked the plug all the way back in. The tremors lasted for what seemed like several minutes, probably due to the vibrator pressed hard against my g spot. My breaths were ragged and desperate. I could just clearly enough through the haze to see the key to my rescue swing in front if f my face. I don't remember how on earth I was able to unlock my neck clasp with violently trembling hands. I sat up and turned off the vibrator but my arms were like jello and I fell flat again. I slowly caught my breath and my vision refocus then deflated the plug. I'm not articulate enough to put into words the relief one feels after removing a large object from their ass after nearly 4 hrs, other than to say it felt great to have that damn thing out of there. With the plug removed, my vibrator slid out of my sopping wet pussy. Released from my bonds at last I rolled off of the table only to find that my legs wouldn't support me and I fell down to my hands and knees. It took a moment to right myself, but I was walking funny and probably would all weekend. I was so tired that I didn't even make to my room and passed out in the hallway naked.. ***** This story is true by the way, and I hope it got you horny. If you try kinky stuff like this please be safe and have backups. I didn't and if something would have gone wrong I'd have been fucked. Rate honestly and tell me if you like my story. Friday Night This is a work of fiction. Everyone is over 18 years old. I do not practice, nor have I ever practiced incest. Neither do I wish to have a sexual relationship with my own mother. This is a complete work of erotic fantasy by an amateur writer. *** *** Mikey stood in the shower and let the hot water flow over his teen body. It was Friday night. The end of the school week. He'd attended his classes and worked his ass off in all his subjects, just like he'd agreed with his parents to do so. He was in his last year, the final stretch before his exams the coming summer, he knew that he couldn't afford to slack off, not if he wanted a job that paid well. But knowing and doing were always two different things, he found. In the past, try as he might, he just couldn't find the self-discipline to stick with his studies. He slacked off. He cut classes and skipped school. It wasn't that he was academically challenged, more a case of becoming bored easily. He found the lessons tedious, school a drag full stop. His teachers had called in his parents at the start of the year. He'd had to wait at home knowing that they were discussing him and his attitude. An hour and a half between them leaving the house till them arriving back. The look his father had given him upon their return told Mikey that he was in trouble. His father didn't speak to him at all that night, neither the next day. His mom had gone on through into the kitchen and stayed in there till she'd called for them to come and eat. When his father had eventually spoken to him, he called Mikey in to the front room and sat him down on the sofa across from where he sat in a chair. He laid out what he expected of his son during what remained of his time at school. He never once mentioned Mikey's poor attendance or performance at school. He told Mikey what was expected of him. How his life was to be lived while he remained under his parent's roof. What he could and could not do. Mikey's father then told him the deal clincher. He'd saved the best for last. After their talk both men had sat facing each other in silence. A minute passed, Mikey taking in what his father had just said. His father allowing the full weight of the gift he was allowing his son to partake of, should he do as he was told. His father had told him: do well at school during the week and come Friday night he'd be rewarded. It was now Friday night. Mikey had attended his classes and worked his ass off in all his subjects, just like he'd agreed with his parents to do. He was upstairs in the shower. Waiting for his reward. Aroused and erect. He heard his mom enter the bathroom before he saw her. Steam from the hot water clouded the air, fogging up the glass cubicle door, a fine mist of water rising towards the extracting fan built into the wall near the ceiling. Mikey took a step backwards across the shower tray. His back to the tiled wall as the cubicle door opened and his naked mother stepped in. He took in her womanly form. Her dark, long hair. Her naked shoulders and chest. Her generously full bosom and tender tummy. The way her hips filled out below her waist. Her shapely legs and small feet. The dark stip of hair that rose from between her legs and nestled atop her pubic mound. His pulse quickened as his mom stepped closer to him, the water from the shower head spraying down over her and upon her shoulders. He noticed that her toenails were painted. He suddenly couldn't find the strength to lift his face and meet her gaze. His heart hammered in his chest and he suddenly felt physically sick. A moment of panic struck him. He felt acid rise up inside of him and burn his throat. It had all sounded so ideal when his father had proposed the deal. The idea had thrilled and kept him excited while waiting for tonight. It had giving him a newfound determination to succeed in school. To knuckle down and allow time to fly while he waited for tonight to arrive. Now he felt terrible. "Mikey," his mom spoke, her hand lifting his chin and bringing his eyes to meet hers. "Calm down. You look like you're ready to bolt. Just relax, won't you." Mikey worked on his breathing as he stood back against the tiled wall. His body began to shiver, the cold ceramic chilling his skin. His mom took his hand and brought him back under the flow of hot water. Both their bodies so close together, crowding under the spray of the shower head as they stood naked. Mother and son. Son and mother. Both of them waiting to see who would make the first move. "Do you want to do this, honey?" His mom asked him. "It's fine if you don't. This is a big deal after all, no matter what your father says." Mikey could only stand mute as he listened to her words. His eyes taking in his mom's face, following the line of her neck downwards to her body and over her chest. As he stood there, gazing upon the heavy mounds and full curves of her tits, his mouth watered at the prospect of taking an erect stubby nipple between his lips and teasing it with his tongue. He jumped with shocked surprise as his mom's hand slipped over his thickened penis and held it in her warm soft hand. "Mikey, you need to answer, honey. Do you want to do this?" His mom was fondling him as she asked. The back of her hand stroking along the pole-like length of him, the knuckles dragging one by one over the tumescent cylinder of his sex. She stepped closer. Their bodies met under the cascading water. Mikey's boyish frame meeting the soft, fuller, womanly body of his mom. The contact felt like a buzz of electricity running over his skin. He no longer felt ill. The reason why his breathing was so fast was now solely brought about by arousal. His mom lifted her leg and brought it up against his. The soft, smooth flesh of her inner thigh rubbing sensuously over the long muscle of his leg. As she leant into him he felt the touch of her pubic hair tickling his skin. He braced his legs, feet apart, supporting both his own and his mom's weight. She still held his swollen cock. Her fingers wrapped around his aroused flesh possessively. Her eyes bored into his with an intensity that he'd never known from her before. It scared him as much as thrilled. Her lips came close to his. Touched, and then her teeth nipped his bottom lip. His cock throbbed and his mom felt it. She tightened her grip on him and rubbed her pussy along the length of his thigh. "What's wrong, son? Cat got your tongue?" She reached for the soap and stepped back from him. He watched as she worked up a soapy lather and began to wash herself. His cock was stiffly standing to attention and pointing towards her. Now her hands were no longer upon its flesh he ached from the loss. Mikey took himself in hand and slowly pumped upon his shaft as he watched her. Watched as the water ran over her hair. His mom's dark tresses were plastered to her head and shoulders in a dark, sleek caress. The soapy suds slipped over her flesh, slipping southward with the flow of hot water that poured over her body and had the white frothy bubbles seeking the valleyed gap between her breasts so they could trickle down over her stomach. The soap reached her middle, her dark strip of hair barring the way and stopping the journey. Mikey's breath caught in his throat as he witnessed his mom's fingers slip over her mound and circle between her legs. His lips moved and a noise emitted out of his mouth before he even knew he had made it. His mom paused and looked up at him. "So, it was a cat that caught your tongue. Or should I say pussy." "I -," Mikey began to speak. But he found that he couldn't. Their bodies came together again. His mom's hand once again taking hold of his tumescent sex. Her lips were close to his ear. She whispered. "What you're trying to say is; I've done all that was asked of me by my father. Worked my butt off at school this past week and now I demand that I be given my reward. That's it, right?" She pulled back and looked at him. Mikey could only mutely nod in agreement. But that wasn't enough for his mother. "Then say it. Tell me, this is what you want. Tell your mother to get down on her knees and service that young cock of yours. Open her lips and suck you till you cum." It took two attempts at speech before he managed to answer. "Please." It was all he could say. The look of absolute love that his mom gave him almost overwhelmed him. Her eyes grew large and soft, her free hand took his cheek and stroked across his smooth jaw. She kissed him, though this time a kiss unlike any she'd ever given him before. Their lips met and she blew his world. His hands came up and took hold of his mom without thought, crushing her soft pliant body to his frame. Her tongue licked across the seam of his lips and he opened to it. His first proper kiss, shared with his own mother in an illicit taboo tryst. The water of the shower flowed over them both. The heat of the water only slightly hotter to the touch than the warmth coming from their aroused flesh. Inside the shower cubicle they held each other and groaned into the other's mouth. Son held his mother and felt her bullet-like nipples against his chest. Her warm, soft belly and womanly hips held close to his growing masculine, powerful frame. Mother held her son and witnessed how much of a man he had become. Her hand holding onto his youthful erection, her fingers still gripping the throbbing flesh as their kiss came to an end. Mikey stood, gazing down as his mom began to kneel before him. Her small fist began a slow pump upon his erection as her eyes came almost level to it. Her hand felt amazing. He'd never known another hand on his dick other than his own. Seeing and feeling his mom jerking him off in the shower was almost too much for Mikey to believe. His breath whistled on the intake as his mom's lips met the end of his cock. His knees nearly gave way as his cock-crown entered her mouth and she began to suck him. The warmth of her mouth shocked him. He moaned and wasn't sure if it was out loud or only inside of his head. His hand shot backwards to steady himself against the tiled wall. Soft mothering lips slipped over the length of his veined cock and the moist heat of her mouth washed over his flesh . Her eyes were fixed upward to his, as she sucked him. Mikey tore his gaze away quickly, as watching her nearly had him climax too soon. He tried to think of anything but what was happening, anything other than the sensation of her mouths movement upon him. He managed to find self-control. Managed to not blow his load, and then allowed himself the luxury of watching her take him into her mouth. The water flowed down over the slick shimmer of her hair, the moisture pouring down the slope of her back, down the length of her spine to where the swell of her womanly bottom began. Looking down over his mother's body, as she serviced his cock for him, Mikey appreciated her mature milfy form. His mom was sexy. She had a curvy soccer-mom body and pretty-enough face. Add to that that she was willingly sucking his cock and Mikey, at that moment in time, loved his mom more than he had ever done before. Her hand moved between her legs while she squatted before him. Mikey wasn't naive to not know what she was doing. Having his mom playing with her pussy, while she worked at bringing him off, only added to the taboo thrill. The thought of her drinking his cum, as she held him inside of her mouth, filled his mind. That thought brought him close to eruption, but he didn't want to explode so soon. His hand tentatively reached out and fixed itself upon his mom's head. His fingers flexing upon contact with her water slicked hair. His mom groaned at his touch, her eyes immediately seeking his. Her reaction almost spelt the end of his composure. Mikey had to pull back and force his cock from between her lips. The look his mom gave him told him she understood. She stood back up without a word and cupped his balls. "Did mommy almost make her baby cum too soon, sweetie? Now we both don't want that, do we?" She turned her back on him and faced the wall, opening her legs as she did. She looked back at Mikey, expectation plain on her face, as her fingers reached between her legs and spread apart the feminine lips of her vulva. Mikey stood there like a fool. Unsure what to do. His cock aching to be back inside something hot and wet, especially with it being oh-so-close to shooting off. But this wasn't part of the deal with his dad. He was only allowed to get his dick sucked from his mom, that's what he'd been told. Now they'd come this far, Mikey found he had the words to express his confusion. His mom's answer spelled out the situation succinctly: "But I never agreed to that part of the deal. It's time we made a new deal between ourselves, and kept it just between the two of us. Now get that big dick of yours over here and inside of me." Mikey remained in place for several long seconds. Glued to the spot as he considered the incredible sin his mom was asking him to help her commit. He thought of his father downstairs. Of him knowing that his wife was currently servicing their son's prick and expecting her to use her hand and mouth to accomplish the deed, so they'd uphold their end of the deal. He looked around the cubicle at the tiles and wiped his hand over the fogged glass door. He looked out at the bathroom and the familiarity of the mirror, basin and bath mat. The familiar sight of normality warred with the bizarre engagement he was in the middle of. He'd spent all his life there living respectfully with his mom. Their relationship till now completely normal. Mikey felt dizzyingly confused and momentarily at a loss for what to do. He stood there looking outward through the glass-pane as his mom's hand took hold of his prick and moved him closer to her body. He still looked out of the cloudy glass as his feet shuffled forward towards her bent over and offered body. His eyes closed as he felt the tip of his dick meet with the tangle of hair that covered her vagina. He bit his lip and inwardly voiced a silent howl of delight as his mom fitted the end of his shaft between the flowered lips of her sex. Her hand let go of him once his tip was located just inside of her. He suddenly knew what he wanted to do. Mikey's hands lifted and took hold of his mom's hips. His feet shuffled till he was in a better position. He turned his head to her and opened his eyes. His mom's head was turned away from him, her face downward and her hair a long, straight, wet ribbon that hung towards the shower tray. Her arse was full and round. He could just see the sides of her heavy tits hanging from her body beneath her chest. His fingers flexed and spread across the soft fullness of her hips. His hands moved and his palms slipped round her front and down over her middle. He felt her. Her pubic hair tangling between his fingers. His fingers moved between her legs until he touched himself, and then he brought his hands back to her hips. Mikey pushed himself forward. His cock moved further inside of the velvet-soft sheath that was his mom's cunt. Her body readily opened to him. Her hips tipped back towards him, encouraging him on. Moments ago he was there at her opening. Now he was sliding in, filling her. Her wetness enveloped him. The heat and snugness of her twat held his arousal and had his cock throbbing from the pleasure. He thought on the sin he was committing. That they were both committing. His mom's pussy sucked him in. She was melting upon him. The liquid core of her sex clenching and then milking. Her body began to shake and Mikey had to reach forward to steady her, and then hold her, as he realised she was climaxing. Her cunt creamed over his solid prick. He held her. His hands took her tits in their palms. He cupped them. Weighed them and squeezed them. He pinched and pulled on her nipples and made his mother groan. The shower still sprayed over them. His cock began to work back and forth inside of the milf body of his mom. His dad was downstairs, thinking he was oh-so-clever to have made the deal that would secure good exam results for his son. Downstairs in the front room, probably watching television and wondering what was for supper, as his own son fucked his mother while they showered. Mikey pushed his swollen arousal into his mom. His cock, still technically virgin, previously untouched and cherry still intact. His balls were hot and tingly. He knew it wouldn't be long till he began to shoot. He gripped his mom's hips and quickly thrust inside of her wetness, again and again. Punching his cock forward inside of his mother's cunt, with a force that made their bodies meet with a slap. His mom's hand was braced against the wall, helping her to push back upon him as he fucked her. Her other reached behind and held onto his thigh. She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at him. Twisting her neck and reaching towards him with her lips. They kissed. Mikey felt more power at the moment than he had ever felt before. He felt more confident, more assured, more like a man. The kiss made him breathless. It was dizzying. It had his balls tightening with anticipation as he plowed his dick inside of his mom's pussy. He thought on his friends at school. His mates who liked to all boast that they'd already lost their virginities with older women. He knew that it was all bullshit. All of them knew that the boasts were BS. Yet Mikey really was losing his cherry with an older woman. His own mom. Their lips broke apart. His mom's eyes were glazed, her breath trembling. Her heavy tits shook and danced with the movement of their coupling. Her pussy was like a velvet glove around him. He felt like he'd been inside of her for hours, but in reality it was more like a couple of minutes. She rolled her pelvis and arched her back, a wanton sound coming from her as she did. A low groan tore from the back of his throat. His fingers spread upon her hips, palms flat and his hands clutching and pulling her back onto his cock. His mom's pussy clenched on him. Her body began to shake once again. Mikey felt his own finish fast approaching. He raced onward. Body quivering and with her back arched, his mom's sex felt like it was dissolving around his spear-like flesh. Air came into Mikey's lungs with a gasp. He brought the front of his body against his mom's back. He pushed himself farther inside of her climaxing sex. Stabbing his swollen organ inside of his mom's cunt so that he could desperately find the release his body ached for. He felt the moment come upon him. He surged into her, farther and deeper, then away and back again until at last, he pressed back to the full. Mikey exploded inside of his mom. He continued to pump his prick back and forth, in shallow strokes, inside the comforts of his mom's maternal channel. His prick throbbed and pulsed out a thick milky flood of sperm inside of her. Filling her and sperming her pussy. He stilled and held himself inside of his mom. Holding her as the enormity of the moment overcame him. Without sound, Mikey began to cry. Tears flooded his eyes and were silently washed away by the shower as he realised he'd just become a man. The water showered over them. Splashing atop their flesh and spraying them with a fine mist. The glass of the shower door was completely fogged up. The bar of soap was slipping around the bottom of the shower tray, carried away in the flowing current of the water, circling the plug hole. Friday Night The normal familiarity of domestic bliss, shattered by the ground-breaking reality of a mother helping her child reach incestous manhood. His mom began to slide her hand down the tiled wall. Her knees bending, her body following, coming to rest squatting on hand and knee. Mikey, still inside of her, followed suit. He hunched over his mom. His arms wrapped around her as his knees rested on the hard plastic of the shower tray. His chin rested on his mom's shoulder. They were both breathing heavy. Neither making any other noise. Eventually they separated. Mikey cuffing his eyes with his hands, lest his mom see that he'd been crying due to the emotion of losing his virginity. Still crouching down and behind her, he shuffled back. His eyes spotted the sperm dripping out of his mom's just-fucked pussy. The seed that fell to the ground was washed away by the shower water. But thick beads of his cloudy sperm were also stuck to the dark hairs over her twat, not all of it so easily washed away from where it slipped past her labia. Once out of the shower they stood close and toweled each other dry. Mikey's hands exploring his mom's womanly body. Stroking his palms over her curves and kissing her dark nipples, sucking them into his mouth when he saw she wasn't going to protest. They kissed as they toweled off. Both of their hands now exploring each others bodies. "Mom, what do we tell dad? I mean, about going further than just you sucking me." His mom gave him a look that he recognised as the one she reserved for when he'd either done or said something stupid. "Oh, okay then," Mikey grinned. "We don't tell him, right." Leaning in, his mom answered him; "You're learning, honey." Just before she left the room, towels wrapped around her body and atop her head, his mother turned and spoke again. "You don't tell your dad, or anyone else for that matter, if you want what we just did to become a regular thing. Got that?" Mikey paused from pulling on his pants. "You mean every Friday?" He asked. "Friday's were what you and your dad agreed upon. Every other day is what we're agreeing on now, mister. Got that?" Mikey nodded his head in quick agreement. Not believing his good fortune. His mom slipped out the room, leaving him with a raging hard-on and a frenzied imagination of fucking her every single day of the week. *** *** Please take the time to vote for this story, as it serves as a motivator for me to continue writing. Thank you. Friday Night We used to carpool. I miss those days. My wife, Olivia, had been forced to commute to a different Sales Office in Santa Fe for the last five months, and had gotten home late again. Since graduation from Stanford – her in Business and I in I.T. – and our marriage and move to Albuquerque, we had both been working for a large I.T. company based in New Mexico. We had both been moving up in the company for the last fifteen years and had, until recently, been able to work in the same campus. We carpooled, had lunch together, spent as much time together as we could; we're in love. Five months ago, that changed, and I'm pretty sure I know why. I remember the first time I met him; Ricardo. Olivia and I were at a company Holiday Party. Not black-tie, but one of the top hotels in town, evening wear, dancing, a nice buffet, and a D.J., like big companies seem to have to do every year. Ricardo was working the room. Once you've met one of these short, machismo-soaked guys, you've met them all; all women want him, he's sexier than any other man, and it's just a matter of time until he'll be fucking your significant other. It's not about attraction for him, it's about conquest. His deep-seeded insecurities about being 5'5" and a glad-handing ladder-climber must be assuaged by meaningless sexual conquests and petty office politics. Olivia and I were dancing, and Ricardo was circling the dancefloor like a shark circling a school of fish, sizing up the women and deciding who he would get into his room that night. Olivia had been a diver in college, and has kept her 5'10" frame long and lean with yoga ever since. Her chestnut hair was down to her shoulders at the time, the curls in front accenting her 34C breasts in the form-fitting dress she was wearing. Her pale, blue eyes pop under that dark hair, and she's athletic and model-pretty. I'm a lucky guy. I saw over her shoulder as he locked in on her lean legs and her heart-shaped ass. We turned, and he must have enjoyed the rest because he had stopped. When I was again facing him, he was now evaluating me. Olivia is hot enough that I've been the recipient of this gaze a thousand times. The end result is almost always, "She could trade up." These pricks always discount our friendship, love, mutual respect, common interests, and shared history when they size me up. I'm not classically handsome or in possession of rugged good looks. I'm fit – I was a swimmer at Stanford, that's how we met – but I'm not ripped or even really muscular. I'm a tech nerd with a grower, not a shower. Easy prey, they think. The song ended and we moved toward our table. Ricardo maneuvered himself to "casually" run into one of his colleagues. She's tall, and I'm taller at 6'2", and it was almost comical watching this runt standing in our shadow, trying to make small talk. "It's Olivia, right," he asked extending his hand. "Ricardo Camarón, Regional Sales up in Santa Fe." Olivia shook his hand politely. "Yes, Olivia," she replied. "This is my husband, Greg." He was still shaking her hand and barely acknowledged I was there. Olivia pulled her hand away. What a creep. "Hi, Rick," I said, making a point of shortening his name. I knew these guys hated that shit. "Greg, I.T." He brusquely shook my hand and refocused on Olivia, but I wasn't done. "Doesn't Camarón mean shrimp?" Olivia smiled and hid a burst of laughter behind a cough. Ricardo glared at me, but started talking shop with my wife. I knew this guy was going to hit on her, but had no chance; no guy ever did. I excused myself to get drinks to give her the chance to politely shoot him down. Ricardo was the Regional Sales Manager, so he was technically her boss' boss. She was a talented salesperson and knew office politics. She would handle it deftly. It turned out later that I had been the one to cross a line. Olivia found me a few minutes later, rolling her eyes as she approached me. We shared a laugh at his ham-handed approach, had a few more drinks and dances, and retired to our room. As we usually did in fancy hotels, we had sex before going to sleep. Now, I understate it because sex with Olivia is great, but not exactly the stuff of men's fantasies. Don't get me wrong; Olivia is gorgeous and passionate and responsive and even a little aggressive once in a while, but she was raised in a pretty conservative family. We fool around, make love, have sex, even fuck once in a blue moon, but it took a year of missionary before I could get her doggy-style. She wouldn't even put her hands on my cock for two years. Despite how much she enjoys when I go down on that fine, little pussy, she won't return the favor. No dirty talk. No spice. I wouldn't trade her for any other woman I've ever met, but she could be a little more adventurous in the bedroom. After the holidays had passed, Olivia was reassigned to the Santa Fe office, working directly with Ricardo. Technically, it was a promotion without a pay raise, so she didn't exactly want to turn it down, but it would make her days longer, and we would both lose our regular lunch dates; And no more carpooling. She took to audiobooks to keep her company during the drive time. It only took a few weeks before Olivia was calling to tell me about complaints she was receiving about her performance, or coming home in tears because she thought she might not be good enough for the increased responsibilities. She and I both graduated with honors from Stanford. I knew that her brains and talent were more than enough to handle anything she was assigned to do up there. So I supported her, consoled her, and did my best to help her navigate the new waters she was in. But I knew what was coming. Another few weeks of the same bullshit from Ricardo went by before she told me one day he had made another pass at her. I swear to God, I wanted to kick that little fucker right in the taint. Olivia now suspected what I knew; that her transfer had been a pretense to see her more without me around. He thought if his mere presence wasn't enough to seduce her, that the old "we can keep your bad performance off the books" sexual harassment would do the trick. Ricardo was slick. He hadn't been so overt that she could really file a complaint, especially since she had already received some low-level paperwork about her performance; it would look like she was trying to retaliate. But, being an I.T. guy myself, I knew we could find a tech solution. I suggested several things, and we ended up getting her a little spy-cam built into a pendant. She just might catch that sawed-off prick saying the wrong thing. Her job didn't get any better over the next month, but as far as I knew, it wasn't getting any worse. She still got unwarranted complaints about stupid little things, and had become so frustrated with the commute and Ricardo's crap that she had been scouring the internet for another comparable job. I was afraid she was somehow achieving a status-quo with the Dick-less Wonder, and I missed my best friend. Now, though, at least here she was, a little later than normal, but home for the weekend and in a decent mood. "I'm gonna jump in the shower," she told me as she was kicking off her heels and letting her hair down. "I wanna go out tonight." She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it in the hamper. God, she was still hot. "You need any help in the shower," I asked her. She smiled over her shoulder as she slipped her skirt down over that tight ass and her long legs, revealing that gap between her thighs she worked so hard to keep. Her everyday panties clung to every curve. "Not this time," she demurred. "It's just a quick rinse." She undid her modest bra and those perfect tits bounced out. "Go get dressed and pour me a glass of wine." I was waiting to see her completely naked before I left, but she was shooing me out. "And dress up. I want fancy food." She pushed me out of the bedroom and closed the door. I went into the den and opened a Cabernet, poured it into a decanter to let it breathe, and set out two glasses. I came back to the bedroom and heard the muffled sound of water in the shower. I opened the door and saw she had closed the bathroom door. So much for a peek before dinner. I went into the walk-in closet and picked out a nice pair of slacks, a dress shirt, sport coat, belt and dress shoes. I had the feeling she didn't want me to see her get ready, so I took my outfit and went to change in the den. Thinking about my hot wife in the shower as I undressed was already interfering with the process. Imagining the warm water running over her tits, down over her tight tummy with the belly-ring she had gotten for me a couple years ago, into her pubes and down her long legs, her hands rubbing little soap bubbles all over smooth tan skin. But, like I said before, I have a grower, not a shower. When I'm limp, I shrivel up quite a bit. I don't know if it was all those years in the pool wearing a Speedo, or what, but it's not very impressive compared to all the other junk I've seen. Right now, however, I had a full-on erection thinking about her and I had to work to get my 8" bone out of my jeans to change clothes. Just to see if I still could, I hung my jeans off of my cock; Still barely any deflection. Cold-rolled steel; a cat couldn't scratch it. I slipped off my work polo and threw it over the back of the sofa with my jeans and poured the wine. After a glass and some random thoughts about work, I was able to get dressed. I found a chair that faced the bedroom door and sat, wondering which of her nice dresses she would choose. Olivia was attractive, and always looked good when we went out, but it was never anything like club-wear or the like. She didn't need to draw any more attention than she normally got from people. She was classy and reserved out in public. The door finally cracked open and she peeked out. "You ready," she asked. I could see she had done her hair and makeup, but nothing else. "Ooh, you look nice." She stepped back from the door and said, "I hope you like this." She opened the door and I almost had a heart attack. Olivia was wearing the proverbial little black dress. It was made of some sort of shimmering, stretch fabric, cut way up high on her thighs, and it caught the light as she slowly turned around. It was backless and plunged down far enough for me to see the little dimples on her lower back. It had a slit up the back of the lower hem that promised all kinds of salacious views under the wrong circumstances. Her black pumps were higher than I'd ever seen on her. She was tall enough to never need more than flats, but they had to be at least four inches, and they did marvelous things to her calves and her ass. It took me a second to realize she was wearing stockings. They were very sheer, with a tiny lace and sequin design up the outside of her legs. She never wore stockings, and I was pretty sure she didn't even own a pair of nylons. She finished her slow turn and I could see the lack of bra was not having any effect on how good her tits looked in that thing. Dressmakers are wizards. The neckline had a medium plunge to it, going down a few inches below her bust line, showing off all of her glorious cleavage. I could make out her belly-ring under the clingy fabric. Her hair was teased and tousled into a mane around her face. She had done a marvelous job on her eye makeup, worthy of a porn star. She had finished the effect with dark, almost black lip gloss. I was stunned, to say the least. She looked at me with a hopeful smile. "Do you like it," she asked, almost desperate for my approval. "It's not too much is it?" "My God, Liv," I gasped. "I've never seen anything so...hot!" She clapped her hands together like a little girl, and made a happy little noise. "I was afraid you wouldn't approve," she said, coming over to me as I rose out of my chair. She gave me a tight hug and came away, her eyes glistening with happiness. "Look. I'm as tall as you, now." She kissed me on the cheek and squeezed me again, clearly relieved at my reaction. I returned her embrace and rocked her side to side. "No, you look fantastic," I spoke quietly in her ear. "I've imagined you like this, but the reality is, well, more than I could ever have hoped for." "Oh!" She pulled back and looked down at the growing bulge in my pants. "I guess so." She looked back up at me with appreciation, but pulled up short. "Oh, crap. Hold still. I got lipstick on you." She went over to the bar and grabbed a towel, then returned to wipe at the black mark on my cheek. Having her fuss over me like she was my mom was mostly enough to reverse my growing cock. "What's the occasion," I asked her as she walked back over to the bar to get her wine. Her ass was more amazing than ever with those heels and that short, slit dress. I could see the tops of the nylons just a few inches above the dress. Holy fuck. "And where did you get this outfit?" "We're celebrating, but it's a surprise," she answered. "And I went online for the dress. The rest I picked up last weekend when I was running errands." She looked almost guilty at having deceived me. She sipped her wine tried to look innocent, but the outfit was completely preventing that. "Is it okay?" "Baby, it's more than okay," I told her. "It's perfect." That seemed to relax her a little. "Liv, you know I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, but this...Damn, woman! You could be on a magazine cover or something." She finished her glass and poured two more, killing the bottle. "Like, those grocery store tabloids," she asked as she crossed and handed me my wine, "or like, I don't know, Penthouse?" I nearly choked on my wine. My conservative little wife had been expanding her horizons a bit. Now she was a jaw-dropping hottie talking about adult magazines. "What do you know about Penthouse," I asked her when I had recovered. "I know it's got cute girls that dress like this," she said thrusting out her hip and her tits, showing off her amazing body. "And then they take it off and do... other things." She was clearly having difficulty with this new portion of her vocabulary. "But don't you worry about that right now," she said. "I'm hungry. Let's go. But I have a present for you first." She fetched a new little clutch from the bedroom and handed me a little, black object that looked like a key fob. "What's this," I asked her, puzzling over the device. It didn't have the normal icons for any remote I had ever seen; just four buttons in a square layout, two with plus signs, and two with minus signs below those. "It's another surprise," she teased. "The more you play with the buttons, the sooner you'll find out. But I don't want you to find out too soon." She leveled those smoldering, blue eyes at me. "How much patience do you have?" In the car, Olivia was giving me a nice view of her long legs and making it difficult to concentrate on the road. She told me we had reservations at one of the premier, upscale steakhouses in town. They ran the whole place like a speak-easy from the thirties; there was barely any signage, and you needed a password to get past the huge bodyguard leering at you through an eye-slot. He wore a vintage suit and used an over-the-top mobster accent to let you know there would be no tolerance for any cops or guns. The atmosphere was great; all deep red wall coverings, black leather upholstery, and oil paintings of famous gangsters. A piano tinkled gently in another room. The food and service were better. We were shown to a very private corner booth by the hostess, and our server took our drink orders almost immediately. I had managed to avoid the remote she had given me while I was driving, but as we perused the menu, I couldn't resist any more. I snuck a hand into my pocket and pressed one of the buttons, seeing if I could discern what would happen. Olivia sat up a little and cooed over the menu, her eyes never leaving it. I had a suspicion of what the remote might be, but I could never imagine Olivia going that far. I left the remote alone for now and decided what I would order. Olivia was biting her lip, as if torn between the amazing choices of entrees. Her nipples were straining against the shimmering, black fabric of her dress. "What're you gonna have," I asked her, playing along. "It all looks so good." "It's very good," she purred. "The one I'm thinking about right now is amazing, but I may want to try something else." She looked away from the menu and squeezed my thigh under the table. "Maybe you can help me choose." There was no question in my mind now. I found the fob again and pressed the other plus button. Olivia's eyelids closed halfway, and her eyes lost focus as she gripped my thigh even harder. I looked quickly out into the dimly lit room to see if anyone had noticed, but only saw the server returning with our drinks. I pressed both minus buttons and her grip lessened immediately. She blinked her eyes rapidly and took in a deep breath, her tits rising and falling in one heavy sigh. "Have you decided," the server asked as Olivia regained her composure. I ordered for both of us, as I often did at the fancy joints, and Olivia seemed thankful for the chivalry. She took a sip of her drink as the server left, and seemed to have recovered almost completely. "I think I know what my little gift does," I said quietly to her. She looked longingly at me. "Oh, you do, do you?" She licked her lips and leaned in a little. "You only pressed those buttons a couple times; I could tell." "Well, I am pretty smart, you know," I replied in a confident tone. "Cute, smart, and funny," she said in her familiar mantra. "That's what I tell everybody." I leaned in and kissed her, as any loving couple would do at a romantic restaurant, but I slipped my hand in between her legs and felt for her pussy. She obliged by parting her legs a little wider. There was some sort of panty, that was as wet as I had anticipated, but where her clit would normally be, there was something different laying vertically over it. The kiss lingered and my fingers traced lower toward her opening. The hard object took a sudden curve and disappeared into her. Olivia moaned softly into our kiss as my fingers probed around her pussy lips. She broke off the kiss and I casually pulled my wet fingers out from between her legs. She scooched away on the bench, smiling at me with a mischievous look. "I have to go to the powder room," she said as she stood and smoothed out her dress. "It might be a few minutes." She grabbed her clutch, winked at me, turned, and switched her ass away toward the restrooms. I couldn't believe this was my wife. We had never even spoken about adult toys, and now she had a remote-control vibrator in her snatch and wanted me to get her off in the bathroom; a public bathroom! I tried to get my cock a little more comfortable in my pants as I counted to sixty in my head. Was this about to happen? You're damn right, it was. I pulled the fob out and studied the buttons again. I figured it was one set on one side to control her clit, and the other two were for her G-spot. She was normally loud enough when she came to turn me on, but she had kept quiet on a couple occasions when she thought someone might hear. This might work out. I started playing with the buttons on the fob, alternating between increasing the level of one or the other every 15 to 20 seconds. She had been pretty worked up already, so I didn't think it would take too long for her to climax. I was wondering how I would know to turn it off when my phone chirped with a text message; THX BABY! I mashed the minus buttons as many times as I thought would turn it off. She couldn't very well walk back in here with her pussy vibrating. Another couple of minutes passed before Olivia emerged, looking spectacular as she had before. There was a nice glow about her, and she seemed relaxed and confident. She seemed to be walking fine. My hot wife sat and kissed me, immediately reaching under the table and stroking my hard cock through my slacks. This was so unlike her, I could barely comprehend it. I began to wonder how I would manage to walk out of the restaurant. She lingered only for a few seconds before breaking away. Friday Night "I've never been so turned on for you, Baby," she whispered in my ear. It was all I could do to keep from laying Olivia on the table and fucking her right there. "So, the toy," I inquired, "I take it you got off?" "Oh, yeah," she smiled. "Having you in another room, randomly controlling my...my pussy like that. I nearly chewed a hole in my clutch to keep from screaming." "Is it still, you know, in?" "No," she replied, patting her little black purse. "That part of tonight is complete." I gave the fob back to her, and she tucked it into her purse. I couldn't help but imagine what more there could be, but the server was returning with our food, and the conversation was replaced by dining and drinking. I avoided bringing up her work so as not to alter her mood. Eventually my raging hard-on subsided to a manageable level. We had dessert – strawberries that she ate in a very seductive manner – and I paid the check. I carried my coat in front of the bulge still lingering in my pants as we left. I wanted to get her home as soon as possible, but she told me she had to pick up some papers from the sales office while we were in the area, so I swung by the company campus where my building was; where she used to work before Santa Fe. I parked in the vacant lot, and we used our key-cards to enter the building. Dim lights in the lobby and security lights in the halls were enough to allow us to navigate. Olivia led me to the elevator and punched the button for the third floor. I didn't work in this particular building, but I had been in it enough to know the sales offices were on two; only managers and other executives were on three. She was curiously quiet as we rode up. "You still haven't told me why we're celebrating," I said. "Not that I need a reason, so far." The elevator chimed and the doors opened. "You'll know in just a second," she said. We exited and walked through a nice reception area, turned down the hall, and I realized where we were going. "Wait," I said, tentatively. "Isn't this where Ricardo's Albuquerque office is?" She turned and flashed a shit-eating grin. "What the hell, Liv? You can't even get in there without access." We got to the door and she pulled her card out, flashed it at me like it was a weapon, and then swiped it past the reader. I watched in wonder as the light turned green and the mag-lock clicked over. I stepped back a pace and looked at the placard next to the door, but where I expected to see 'Ricardo Camerón, District Sales Manager' there was nothing. She grabbed my hand and led me into the dimly lit room. The motion sensors turned on the tasteful up-lighting. "Baby, this is dangerous," I cautioned her as she pulled me over the desk that overlooked a panoramic view of the city street below. "I helped design the security for all of these buildings. They're going to know you were in here" Olivia was smug and silent as she sat me down in the chair and waved her card past the monitor. The machine woke up displaying the desktop. Centered in the screen was an icon for a video file, named 'Shrimp'. "Open it," she said. I looked at her in bewilderment, all thoughts of the sexual tension that had been building not fifteen minutes ago gone, buried by visions of getting fired or maybe even arrested. I clicked the link and a window opened, the video queuing for a second before the upper half of Ricardo's image appeared in odd, fish-eye camera shot appeared. "Look, Olivia," he was saying, "You're in a lot of trouble, and I can bring the fucking hammer down!" "Mr. Camerón, I'm not sure what you expect me to do. I've been meeting my sales goals and meeting all of your deadlines." It was obviously a recording of that shit-head being recorded by her pendant camera. It was fascinating watching his eyes repeatedly flick down right at the camera as she spoke. Then I remembered the pendant hung in her cleavage. Ass hole. "I could give a shit about that crap! This place could burn to the ground for all I care. These idiots listen to me, 'cause I get results. If you think they care about anything but that, you're as stupid as you are hot." I was agape. I looked over at Olivia as she watched the video, standing proudly with her hands on her hips like Wonder Woman. "But Mr. Camerón, I still don't know what you want from me." "I want you! How can you be this naïve? I want to shove my cock in your mouth and have you deepthroat me until I blow my wad all over those titties! I want to fuck your cunt until you squirt like a fucking geyser! I want to cram my cock in your ass and have you moan like a whore!" My blood pressure was climbing as I watched this little prick talk to my wife like that. I was going to strangle the living shit out of him if I ever saw him. "Mr. Camerón! That's sexual harassment! I'll file a complaint with H.R." "It's your word against mine, you stupid cunt. You're gonna let me do all those things – everything – or I'll keep trashing your record until I have to fire you." The camera angle shifted as Olivia must have stood up behind her desk. "I don't think it's going to work out that way." "Oh, really? You think you can beat me? I know how this game works! Tina over in personnel, what's her name in facilities, the blonde with the enormous rack, all of them; I always win." Behind Ricardo in the shot, a uniformed security guard appeared just inside her door. "Ma'am. You called for security?" Ricardo slicked back his hair and tried to calm himself. "Stand by just a second," she said to him. She stepped around her desk a little closer to Ricardo. "Mr. Cameron," she said in a quieter voice as her hand briefly appeared very close to the camera, "this is a camera and I've recorded this entire conversation." A look of horror took over his features as his eyes flicked back and forth between the camera and her face. "This video is going to H.R., and Corporate, and the police. You're through raping women." He looked back at the security guard nervously and began to sweat. "The only man," she continued in a hushed voice, leaning in over him, "who's going to do those things to me, is my husband, Greg." Olivia moved back behind her desk, leaving Ricardo stunned. "Mr. Camerón," she said to the security guard, "had some security concerns he wanted to discuss with you. Could you please go with him up to his office?" The security guard waited for a second while Ricardo dithered. Ricardo glared at Olivia with seething hatred before finally turning and retreating out of the office. The video ended and I sat back in the comfy chair, my mind reeling with the implications of what I'd just seen. "When did this happen," I asked her, still trying to gather data and digest it all. "Just a few days after you got me the pendant," she said. "About four weeks, now, I guess." "And H.R. handled it?" "They watched the video," she said. "They had him detained as he tried to leave the building. He was handed over to the police a couple of hours later." She walked around and sat up on the edge of the desk as I digested the story. "I think he's still in jail." "So this office belongs to..." "Corporate decided I was the best replacement for that bastard," she beamed. "Starting Monday, I'm the District Sales Manager." Olivia smiled down at my dawning comprehension. "I convinced them the job could be done better from Albuquerque." I stood and nestled in between her legs to give her a big hug. I could hardly believe how it had all worked out. No wonder we were celebrating. I was going to get my lunch date back. I broke the hug and gave her a kiss. "Why didn't you tell me," I asked her. "I wanted to surprise you," she said. "Well, you did," I said. But something still nagged at me. I stepped back out of my wife's embrace to take it all in. "But that doesn't explain all...this," I said, waving my hands to encompass her transformation. "When he said all those things to me," Olivia said, "detailed all those sex things he wanted to do to me, I hadn't even imagined most of that stuff." She seemed a little embarrassed. "So I started searching through all the audio books for information about, well, sex." A slow dawning came over me. "And you found a lot, didn't you?" I smiled, realizing where she had found out about vibrators and God knows what else. "At first, it was a little overwhelming," she said. "But I had a couple of hours each day to listen to stories while I was driving." She scooted her ass closer to the edge of the desk. "It started to turn me on, and I wanted to keep the promise I had made." I could see up her short skirt now. The sheer black stockings were the type that didn't need garters, the dark black band held them up her on her smooth, toned legs. "What promise," I asked. She opened her legs a little further as she hiked up her skirt all the way. She had shaved her pussy nearly bald. There was a small tuft of wispy, dark hair left above her slit shaped like a heart. "The promise when I told that...prick," she said, testing the profanity she normally avoided, "that the only man who was going to do those things to me, was you." She flipped the front of her dress down, exposing her tits, and leaned back on her elbows. I could feel my excitement returning. She drew her legs back and spread her legs wide open, exposing her pussy to me. I sat down in the chair and slid forward to marvel at her smooth pussy lips. I spread her further open with my fingers, massaging her lips and I could see her getting wet again. "Mmmm," she purred as I moved in closer. "You like that, don't you, Baby" She had never spoken like this during sex. In fact, she mostly just moaned and grunted. "I want you to stick your tongue in there. I wanna cum on your face." I'm not sure I had ever been so hard. I plunged my face in greedily, like a dying man finally finding an oasis in the desert. She grabbed my head with one hand as I waggled around, running my tongue up and down in her pussy, flicking it into her hole, and nuzzling her clit. "Oh, fuck, Baby," she yelled. "Your tongue is so fucking good in my pussy." I couldn't believe how hot the sound of Olivia talking dirty was getting me. I squeezed her clit with one hand and slipped fingers from the other into her cunt, finding her engorged G-spot. She released my head and drew her knees up to her chest, giving me full access to her. "You wanna cum," I said as I worked my fingers in and out, "I'll make you cum." Her clit was swollen and her juices were starting to flow, as my glistening fingers kept pumping. I dove back in, lapping up her sweet juices as I drove her toward orgasm. Other than the talking, this was familiar territory for us. "Fuck, yes!" Her volume was rising and she was grinding her pussy back against my hands and face. "Shit, Baby! Yes! Oh, God, yes! Right there." I was usually able to get her to have her first orgasm when I went down on her, but she was never this enthusiastic. "Cum for me, baby." I coaxed her on as I finger-fucked her, now rubbing my fingers fast over her swollen clit. "I want you to cum on my face." Olivia's hands were on her tits, mashing and pinching as she bucked and writhed. Her body started to tense up, her abs flexing a she got closer. "Oh, God, Greg! Yes, yes, yes," she was yelling as I felt her pussy start to spasm. I pulled my ramming fingers out and jammed my tongue into her hole. "Fuck me, oh shit! Shit! Shit!" She had her first squirt with my face buried in her twat. I almost came in my pants right there. Her legs clamped against the sides of my head and she grabbed my hair, holding on for dear life as she rode through the hard climax. I kept lapping at her as the warm fluid spurt a few times more with her contractions. Once her orgasm was subsiding, I slipped my fingers back in and gently massaged her G-spot as she came back down. She unclamped my head and lay back again, having little involuntary shivers run through her as I gently rubbed and licked her. "My fucking God," she finally said after she caught her breath. "I wasn't even certain that was real. Jesus, that felt good." "To tell you the truth," I said as I withdrew and sat back in the chair, "neither was I." I began to remove my wet shirt as she managed to sit up. "I've seen videos, but you never know if they're faking it or what." She got down off the desk, undid the zipper on the side of her dress, and slipped it off onto the floor. She reached out and helped me with the shirt. "What the fuck," she exclaimed as she saw how wet it was. "Where does that all come from?" She tossed it aside and began undoing my belt. "Your turn, lucky man." She got my pants undone and pulled them off, leaving me in my briefs with a tent pole. She knelt down in between my legs and began rubbing at my balls and caressing my cock through the fabric. I had fantasized about this for almost twenty years, and now my gorgeous, sexy wife was getting ready to blow me for the first time. My cock strained against the fabric, wanting to be free. "Are you sure, Liv?" She looked up at me with those bright blue eyes. "Don't do anything you don't want to." She seemed to consider it for few seconds, rubbing both palms up and down the sides. "I made a promise," she said. "Besides, your cock seems to want it pretty bad." I was ruined for life. She pulled the waist band up and over my erection, and I wiggled a bit to let her pull them down a bit. Olivia smiled up at me, watching my face as she took my cock in her hand and kissed the tip. The sensation was electric. She kissed her way down my length along the underside, watching me the whole time, a glimmer in her eyes. Her other hand found my balls and began kneading them. Olivia opened her mouth and licked slowly up my shaft. It twitched and throbbed against her tongue. I was doing everything I could not to jizz right that second. She licked a few more times up the shaft like she was eating an ice cream cone that was melting. Olivia finally took the head in her mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop. She stroked the shaft with her hand for a while with it in her mouth, and I didn't think I could hold out too long. "God, Liv," I moaned, "that feels so good." She pulled off and licked at it a few times. "You like your cock in my mouth, Baby?" She put her mouth a little further down and bobbed a couple times before pulling out again. "I want your hot cum in my mouth, Greg." She was stroking a little faster now, the glorious friction driving me closer. She went down on my cock even further, about half way now, one hand clamped at the base holding it out for her, the other stroking along with her suckling lips and tongue. "Fuck, yeah," I moaned. "Ohhh, suck that cock, Liv." My nuts were completely pulled up and my feet were tingling. "I'm gonna cum, Baby. Yeah. Yeah. Don't stop. Oh, fuck!" She looked at me with her pretty blue eyes, bobbing furiously on my cock, and that was it. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She pulled to where just the head was still in her mouth and stroked as I emptied my load into her waiting mouth. The first shot surprised her, and she coughed around my cock a little, but she stayed at it and suckled the hot semen out and swallowed convulsively as I came. The head of my cock was so sensitive it almost hurt. Every little movement of her tongue and lips make me twitch. I put my hands in her hair and caressed her as she stayed down there, sucking and licking and cleaning for a minute or two. She finally pulled away, grinning like she'd won a kewpie doll at the fair. "I love you so much, Liv." She smiled and stood up, leaning back against the desk, looking down at me in victory. Her standing there, naked except for those pumps and sexy black stocking, her hair a little disheveled, but still beautiful, her nipples standing out hard on her perfect tits; there was no way we were done. I might not ever lose my erection again. "I guess you liked it," she said, a little cocky now. "I wasn't sure I would be any good at it." "Best. Blowjob. Ever," I told her. She slapped at my knee. "You've never had a blowjob, butt-head," she laughed. "How would you know?" "Because it was your best blowjob ever, too," I told her. "How often does that happen?" She scrunched up her face, considering the logic. "I guess you're right," she said, conceding the point. "It wasn't what I thought it would taste like." "Yeah? Not so horrible you might do it again sometime," I asked. She got a devilish grin on her face. "I'm pretty sure we'll do that again," she said. "In fact, it looks like you could be ready for another right now." She was right. My cock was still standing erect, and I didn't feel like I was done. "It's your celebration, Baby. What's next?" She grabbed her clutch from the desk, grabbed my hand, pulled me out of the chair, and led me over to the window. She stood looking out over downtown like she had never really seen it before. I nuzzled in behind her, placing my cock against her ass crack and fondling her tits. We could see lights in a few windows in offices and hotel rooms here and there, but she didn't seem to care at all that we might be seen. She finally broke the embrace and turned to face me. She gave me a deep passionate kiss before pushing me back a step. She opened her clutch and pulled out the vibrator from the restaurant. I could see it was light blue, shaped like a V, and one of the ends was round and bulbous like a giant, swollen thumb. She placed that end in her mouth and lubed it up, her smoldering, blue eyes holding my attention the whole time. Once it was good and wet, she spread her legs leaning back against the window, and traced the toy down her taut body, finally working it into her pussy. She stood up again, wiggling a little to settle the toy in place, before grabbing her clutch again. She came out with the fob and a little bottle, keeping the fob and handing me the bottle. I looked down at the label as she slowly turned around. It read, Relax: Desensitizing Anal Lube. By the time my brain could register what I saw, Olivia had bent over and placed her hands against the window, her bare ass thrust up toward me, her long legs spread wide. I could see the blue vibrator buried in her pussy, the other lobe running up to her clit. "Fuck me in the ass, Greg," she was pleading. "I want you to fuck me until I moan like a whore, Baby." That removed all the lingering doubt in my mind. I popped the cap and dribbled the lube down the crack of Olivia's ass. She cooed and I heard the vibrator come on, flicking little droplets of lube off as I continued soaking her crack with the slippery stuff. I squirted a good amount down the length of my cock and into my palm. Setting aside the bottle, I lubed up with one hand while working the lube slowly into my wife's tight little ass hole. I knew she'd never done anything close to this and I didn't want to hurt her, so I went slowly. I worked the first digit of one slimy finger past her tight muscle. She was alternating between trying to let me in and involuntarily contracting. I let her adjust at each step, ensuring the lube was getting into her ass, slowly going deeper until that finger was moving easily in and out. "Mmmm, yeah." She purred. "That's it, Baby. That feels good. Stick it my ass, Greg. Yeah." I moved up to two fingers and she slowly relaxed and accommodated them as I worked them slowly in and out. I was feeling the slight numbness on my shaft as I stroked it with my other hand, occasionally dripping extra lube down her ass. The vibrator ramped up another level, and Olivia was really starting to enjoy herself. "You want my cock in your ass, huh," I teased her. "You better beg, Baby." Friday Night "Oh, fuck," she pleaded. "I need you so much, Baby. Please put that big cock in my ass, Greg. Fuck me, Baby." Her head was moving back and forth, her hair flying and her hips wiggling against my fingers. I pulled out my fingers and placed the head of my cock against her ass hole. She moaned her pleasure and I pushed gently, driving the fat head slowly into her. She held her ground and pushed back, finally easing the head past her last resistance. "Oh, shit!" Olivia's head dropped down and her ass clenched down on my cock. "You okay, Liv?" I didn't want her to regret trying this. "Mm, hmm. Yeah," she managed. "Jesus, it's big. Go slow, baby. Slow. Jesus." Neither of us moved for a minute, and I felt her relaxing slowly. The feeling of the vibrator through her pussy onto the head of my cock was exciting. I stroked my fingers up from her pussy lips into her ass crack, ensuring the lube was not being wasted. She finally relaxed and pushed back a little, lifting her head again. The view of that perfect ass bent over, with her long legs in those stockings, and the head of my cock buried in her ass was surreal. "Okay," she panted. "Just; slow, Baby." I began to increase the depth a half an inch at a time, letting her set the pace, ensuring she was used to the new sensation before going deeper. After a few minutes of this, half of my rock-hard cock was smoothly moving in and out of my wife's ass. Olivia started moaning and letting out little grunts and squeaks of pleasure. I caught her face in the reflection of the glass, licking and biting her lower lip in pleasure, her eyes squinted closed in concentration. Something caught my eye and I noticed movement across the street. Several people were watching us now, including a couple in a hotel room. She was bouncing up and down in his lap so they could both watch us as they fucked. "You've got a fan club, Liv." She opened her eyes and noted the people watching. She looked at them for a few strokes worth, and suddenly pushed back all the way onto my cock, taking the last four inches, impaling herself with a load moan. I grabbed her hips and held her there. "Jealous motherfuckers," she screamed at the glass. "You wish you were me!" I could feel her heat all around me, her ass clenching around my cock. The vibrator was thrumming along the bottom of my shaft as she had another orgasm. Her knees almost buckled, but I supported her and held her as she came. "Oh, fuck yes," she yelled. "Oh, God damn, Greg. Yes. Yes! YES!" I stayed buried in her until her spasms subsided, and then slowly resumed the pace we had before, only this time letting almost all my cock glide in and out of her tight, warm depths. She turned up the vibrator another notch and increased the pace a notch. We pumped away at each other for a while, her bucking back against me in abandon while I held on tight to her hips. The vibrator must have been maxed out because she had dropped the fob. Its background thrum in her pussy was like an approaching storm as the desensitizer was wearing off on me. Her grunts and moans had resumed, encouraging me toward another climax. "Oh, fuck, Livy," I said, our sweating bodies seeming to go faster every few strokes. "You like my big cock in your ass, Baby?" "Fuck yeah," she moaned. "I love your cock, Baby. Pound. My. Ass," she started saying with each thrust. "Pound. My. Ass." I decided to risk one more level of new adventure we had never tried. I reached back with one hand and smacked her on the ass hard. She let out a little yelp and thrashed her head to one side, her wild mane flailing around. Her reflection showed a manic grin. My legs were burning with fatigue, and hers had been shaking for minutes. I held her ass down on my full length and stepped back, pulling her away from the window. "On the floor, Liv" I told her. "My legs are killing me." We managed to stumble to the floor while still locked together. She threw her head and arms down on the floor, really sticking her ass up at me now. I started pumping again, but staying deep and only using short, frenetic strokes. I slapped her other cheek and she grunted her pleasure. "Oh, shit," Olivia yelled. "Don't stop, Baby! I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" She reached between her legs and found my balls with one hand, already getting tight against my body. She squeezed and massaged as I pounded into her. "Oh, yeah, Baby," I told her. "Just like that. You're gonna get a load in your ass." "Fucking cum in my ass, Baby," she yelled. I smacked her one more time and felt her muscles clench around my cock, her body tensing in ecstasy. "Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she repeated as she climaxed. I made it two more strokes before I felt my hot seed surging up through my cock in her tight ass, spurting into her as she came. "Oh, yeah," I yelled. "Fuck, yes!" I slammed balls-deep into her with each blast of cum. She was whimpering and moaning incoherently, and I could feel her spasms, her ass clenched tight around my throbbing cock as she climaxed. Her hand left my tight nut sack and I could hear a rapid clicking noise accompanied by little shockwaves through my shaft. She must have been smacking her fingers on the vibrator, and her wedding rings clacking against it was sending shocks into us. "Oh, Greg," she was mumbling. "Oh, shit, Baby. I can't feel my face." I stroked my hands on her back and her ass, noting the red handprints I had left on her ass cheeks. She cooed and murmured as her orgasms subsided. I finally pulled my cock out of my wife's ass trailing a little cum behind it. I found the discarded fob and killed the vibrator, then pulled it out of her dripping pussy. She collapsed onto her side, eyes still closed, catching her breath and licking her dry lips. "God damn, Livy," I finally managed. I crawled over and collapsed on the floor facing her. "That was fucking incredible." She smiled and it was so beautiful. My heart ached for this woman. Making her smile was all the reward I ever needed from her. "You liked that, huh?" I grunted my affirmation, since I was still catching my breath. "I listened to all those stories, and they made me feel warm, and curious, but I wasn't sure I could do it." She paused to take a final deep breath. Her beautiful, pale blue eyes opened again, gazing lovingly on me. "Greg, baby. I love you so much, I just had to. I've never cum so hard. Jesus, I knew you were good, but, holy fuck!" I brushed some stray hairs out of her face and leaned in to kiss her. We lay there and kissed gently for a minute before she broke away, snickering behind her hand. She had a terribly wicked grin on her face. "What," I said. "What, now?" "That little fucker is in jail just a few blocks from here." She rolled onto her back and gave a short giggle. "I'll bet he didn't enjoy his ass fucking as much as I did."