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Gentle

By: GypsyMind



He ran his hands down her arms, his fingertips curving inward when he reached her wrists caressing the more sensitive skin there for a brief second before finishing the movement by taking her hands; threading his fingers through hers. Walking backwards and never breaking his eye contact with her he led them into the bedroom. Her expression was awestruck when they crossed the threshold; he had spent the last few hours getting the room ready for their evening. Every available surface held a candle, lit and glowing, a few he had placed small mirrors behind so that they threw glittering reflections across the room. Vases and cups, mason jars and bowls, basically any container in his house that could hold water held some sort of flower. He had spent the time to hand pick the blossoms, and out of them all there was only one rose. Pure white, the most perfect one he could find, it was laid out on the pillow. 

He stepped into her once they were in the room. Her arms came around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist, when their lips met the passion between them crackled in the air. Gradually the tenure of the kiss changed and though none of the heat or passion left they slowed their pace and began to explore each other. His hands at her waist had found bare skin and he was working on finding more as he stripped off her shirt. It was bare seconds after that her bra followed and her breasts were in his hands. He caught the gasp that escaped her with his lips just before he dipped his head and captured one of her nipples lightly between his teeth. Using his tongue, lips and teeth he drove her to the point of frustration, teasing both breasts, before returning to her lips. His shirt met hers on the floor and they finished stripping each other, their need to be skin to skin taking over and causing them to rush a little. 

Once they were naked, he scooped her into his arms and carried her over to the bed; he delighted in her squeal because he knew she hated it when he picked her up. When he laid her down it was with all the care a man does when bowing before his queen, and for once in her life she let herself feel as loved as one. He came down beside her, his hand caressing first her cheek moving down her neck, her chest, over her tummy, skimming her sex and ending at her thigh. She let her hands roam his body, marveling in his muscles and how hard it seemed every inch of him was. He was watching her; simply watching, a small smile in his eyes. Their hands were touching, caressing, skimming, it felt almost as if they were taking the time to memorize every inch of the others body. As their hands played, their lips tasted. They spent a long while here in this moment, letting the heat build until it became too much and he had to do more than just touch her.

Rolling her to her back he pinned her beneath him. Moving slowly down her body, trailing kisses as he did, he traced a path down until he captured her clit in his mouth. She let out a moan and he slid his tongue inside her. It was only a small challenge to keep the pace slow as he worshiped her, and as he did with her breasts earlier he drove her to absolute frustration. He would tease her to the point of cumming and then bring her back down. She rode the waves of pleasure as he created them, loving the highs and enjoying the lows, savoring every last second of what he was doing to her. It wasn't a moan that escaped her when he moved first one finger deep into, followed quickly by a second, but a scream. It was his teeth that he used lightly on her clit as he worked her toward climax this time. Her orgasm rocked them both and took her breath away completely.

He moved back up her body and gathered her in his arms. Her taste was on his lips when they kissed. Their eyes met and locked as he entered her. He watched as her eyes rolled back into her head, enjoyed the sensation as her body first tensed around him, then relaxed. He would retreat from her almost completely then excruciating inch by excruciating inch would enter her again. It was a new kind of amazing torture for him to not lose his control and take her as his every instinct told him to. Their foreheads together, their lips meshing, sharing their breath, they began to make love in a way neither of them had done before. Their souls reached for each other, touching and twining, becoming one. 

He reveled in each gasp, every moan. Her whimpers and screams, the sounds that he elicited from her were a different kind of pleasure of their own. Each one let him know what he was doing to her, for her; each one an indication of how much joy he was bringing her with every stoke of his cock. Thrusting deep into her, reaching a hand between them to tilt her hips to reach a fraction deeper, he worked towards her core. Finding a rhythm that hit a spot, the one that caused a whimper of satisfaction every time, he pushed them towards climax. 

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him as close to her as she could. She locked him to her as her second orgasm overcame her. He could feel her body as it began to flex around him, as her heat flooded him and the bed as she came. 

Reality was slow in coming back; the experience they had just shared had been surreal and seemingly impossible. For both of them every movement of the other caused a hyper shock of sensation to roll through their bodies. Exhaustion overcame them at that point and wrapping the other into their arms they fell into a contented slumber that was only possible after pleasure of the kind they had just experienced.

Gentle as a Lamb



It's strange how things work out. She had been making this trip for years and this was finally the last one. She was happy that her mom had finally decided to sell and move to California with her brother Tommy. 

After she dropped her mom off at the airport she stopped at a store to pick up some wine, since all the stores would be closed by the time she got home. Damn she hated this long trip home, especially when she thought about what happened that hot icky summer night a few months ago on one of her return trips home.

It all flashed back at her; the scared, angry and humiliated feelings returned.

It was late at night, the end of another mid-summer scorcher, still hot and muggy, as she made the same long boring trip home after another visit with her mother. Her damn air-conditioning was busted, so she had unbuttoned her blouse, unclasped her front hooking bra, and opened both front windows to get a good breeze to cool off. After awhile she stopped at a small, now deserted, rest area to take a quick snooze. 

All of a sudden, she woke startled and scared, and tried to gather her senses quickly. She heard a rapping noise on the driver's side door. The first thing she saw was a blue and red light flashing at an insidious pace in the rear view mirror. She realized finally that it must be a police officer who had disturbed her from her sleep; she turned to the open window beside her and was instantly blinded by a bright light which seemed to have risen from her lap, right in her face. All she saw was the outline of a tall person, who mumbled something like wake up or wake up ma'am, but she did not catch it. 

A few seconds later the light moved off her face and panned throughout the car and soon was back on her, but this time not in her face and eyes but lower again.

She glanced down to where the light had stopped, and gasped. In all the confusion she had forgotten that she was so exposed. The light remained motionless. Now it was obvious that this person had looked there before and was such an asshole that he needed to go back for another look. Luckily for her the thin cups of her loose bra actually covered most of her breasts, but there was still an awful lot more exposed than a "good proper lady" wanted anyone to ever see. She wondered how long he had been looking before she had woken up. Did he move the bra to see her full, very well-proportioned breasts, or not? Did he have so much time that he even masturbated while she slept?

She quickly looked back out the window and then could see that it was a male police officer. He stammered and gawked and almost drooled at the sight of her, but finally moved the light back to her face. In a masculine and very authoritarian voiced he said, "May I see your license and registration, Miss" 

As she moved to get the information out of her purse, the light shifted again to her breasts and illuminated them all too well. She reached for her purse and the cups shifted, which gave him a great view of her beautiful but now bare breasts for a second or two. She knew for sure now that he had seen her breasts by the guttural sound she heard him make. She quickly stopped looking in the purse and very deliberately buttoned one button on her blouse, looked right at him with evil eyes, thought about cursing him all to fuckin hell, but thought better of it. He was a fuckin cop and she didn't dare. The damage was done, and she was mad at herself too, for getting in this awkward predicament. Finally she went back to her purse, retrieved the information and handed it to him. All the time the light had remained on her cleavage and upper breasts. It was obvious he was a fuckin filthy pervert and would do anything for a thrill.

After he gave her a very quick look he asked, "What's your name, miss?" Then he looked down at the license. 

"Melissa Lee Hammon," Missy replied

"Where do you live?"

"Right where it says on my license, but apartment 2D if you are that interested," she said with a defiant, mean edge in her voice.

He looked at her face very closely. And decided to let it pass.

"Well Miss Hammon, it is very dangerous to sleep on the side of the road especially as unclad as you are. Anything could happen to such a fine and pretty lady as you. You could be molested, raped, or even murdered out here on the lonely road. There is a motel just down the road a bit in Pleasant Corners; I suggest that you sleep there and not here. I would surely hate to have any harm come to such a pretty little thing as you." 

As he attempted to hand back the license and registration, he actually seemed to flip them in such a way that they both landed where the light had been shining ninety-five percent of the time, and was again: right in her cleavage. Then he waited for her to fish them out and finally said with a smirk, "Have very a nice evening miss," turned, and walked back to his cruiser as she watched in the mirror.

She sat there for a bit, reflecting on what just happened, and got more pissed by the moment. As she put her papers back in her purse, he pulled out and headed down the road in the same direction that she needed to go, which pissed her off even more. Usually a fuckin cop would turn around and head back in the opposite direction, but no, not this asshole.

As Missy pulled back on the highway and headed down the dark lonely road she quickly caught up to him and had to follow him all the way to town where he finally pulled into a creepy sleazy looking hick bar. Once she got out of sight, she sped up and got out of there as fast as she could.

She knew what that damned egotistical male macho asshole was thinking. He wanted to mangle her beautiful breasts with his filthy hands, put his itty-bitty teeny weenie thingy in her cleavage and cum on her tits as well as many other things. She also knew that she would be the brunt of a lot of exaggerated talk about this hot bitch driving almost naked. She would bet that he would say that he had fucked her and she had given him a free blow job too! What a fuckin control freak weasel, and overall 'GOD Damned SOB'. She would just love to get him alone and teach him a thing or two sometime. 

She remembered back to the last time, over a year ago, when someone pissed her off that much. She could remember every little detail of it. He died shortly afterwards, and she had read every gory detail of his death, an unsolved homicide, and had actually made a scrapbook of all the newspaper clippings. She really enjoyed herself when she looked through the scrapbook, and knew the killer was too smart to get caught, at least she hoped so. 

But that was then and this is now. She just wondered why so many really hot looking men were such assholes. Hell, she could almost see herself liking this asshole. He was, after all, strong, quite cute. The glimpse of his ass she had seen as he left looked real good too, a real hunk, but still an asshole.

Now as Missy sped down the highway she saw the same rest area, and thought of that town again. What was it? Pleasant Corners, yeah that's it. A thought came to her and she started to think real hard. Unbelievably, she hoped to see that cruiser at the sleazy bar. She got a cold chill down the spine of her back and she smiled. Please be there; please be there, PLEASE.

The motel appeared on the left so she slowed down and looked for the bar on the right. YES and another big smile appeared on her face, followed by a cold somber chill. She saw the cruiser parked outside, and remembered the TV show The A-team, as she thought, "I love it when a plan comes together." 

Now if it is his cruiser and it's really him inside.

She quickly and nimbly unbuttoned the three upper buttons of her blouse, adjusted it so that more of her ample cleavage was exposed. For a moment she thought she should remove her bra, but decided against it. She had never been in this scum-bag bar and thought better of it. After she stepped out of the car, put on her autumn jacket, zipped it up past the modesty point, took a deep breath, and shrugged her shoulders, she headed in, her mine made up. 

Once inside the dark bar, she looked around the place and saw a pool table with two guys and a gal with pool cues, three tables all occupied in one fashion or another and a spattering of people sitting at the bar, but no cop. As she reached the bar stool at the abandoned part of the bar, where the strangers tend to migrate, Missy saw him come out of a hall with the sign 'Restrooms' on the wall. She sat down so he could see her profile but didn't dare to look toward him. When she sensed he was looking her way, she shook her head a bit to make her blonde hair fly about in a care free manor. The bartender came down and asked Missy, "What's your pleasure miss." 

"Ah, a Bud Light if you have it."

"OK, one coming right up. I haven't seen you in here before, are you new here?"

"No, just passing through and got a little thirsty, that's all"

When he turned around and went to get it, she laid down a twenty down on the bar. On his return with her bottle of Bud and an empty glass, which he filled after he wiped it out, he looked at the twenty, smiled at her very coyly and said that it was on the gentleman at the pool table. Missy slowly turned and for the first time made eye contact with him, let a big smile radiate from her face, picked up the glass, gave him a small toast, took a short drink, and then turned back to face the bar, knowing the next move would be his.

Before the glass was half gone she heard someone groan from the pool table area and heard footsteps. He approached with the line that it must not be his night because he had just sunk the eight ball in the wrong pocket. Missy finally turned to face him, and with a small smile of recognition said, "I may be wrong, but I think I know you. Weren't you the nice police officer who was so kind to warn me about the dangers of sleeping in my car? It was one of the hot muggy evenings, back in mid summer." 

Bubba had remembered her, and her great tits almost instantly, long before he had gotten even halfway back to the pool table, He was pleased she did not seem upset with him, but only said with a devilish smile, "I feel embarrassed not remembering such a beautiful lady as you. I do stop a lot of people, and can't remember them all, but if it was before 11pm it was most likely me." 

"It was good advice you gave me and I would have stayed at the motel in town, but I had enough sleep before you so kindly woke me up that I was able to finish my trip with no problem. It did look like a nice motel when I passed it"

"That is what I hear too. I actually have never stayed in it, I have my own place outside of town." 

They continued to chat, and at the end of the first beer Missy stood up, her back to him and started to take off her jacket. Before she could finish he had also hopped up to help her with it, then set the jacket on the bar stool beside him. When she turned back around his eyes went right to her cleavage as she expected, finally back to her face. Before she sat back down she took a real deep breath, held it, and stretched - her breasts rose right at him, just begging him to drool on them - then slowly let it out. "Ah it feels good to be out of that jacket." Then sat back down on the bar stool and finished her drink. 

After a minute or so she asked for another round for both of them, which he covered. Missy looked into his eyes and frowned a bit and said, "I'm sorry, here we are, I'm on my second beer, and I don't even know your name. Should I just call you Mr. Officer?"

"Oh, ah, my friends call me Bubba, and again I am sorry I don't remember yours."

"It's very nice to meet you Bubba, my name is Missy," she shot back with a seductive smile and added the over-used line, "Men in uniform look so sexy and here in this light you do your uniform proud. I didn't know police officers were allowed to drink on duty."

"Oh I am not on duty anymore; I got off at eleven and just stopped by for a while."

That kind of bantering went on until a group of people walked in and Bubba seemed to really back off a lot. Missy saw it and asked if there was another quieter bar in town they could go to. He grimaced, and shook his head no, "This was the only bar in town, but I have some beers at his place." 

"Now that sounds like my kind of bar", she said and her hand grazed his thigh ever so slightly as she changed her position on the stool. 

"Well there is a problem," Bubba said.

"Oh I'm sorry I thought you weren't married, I guess I should go." With a pout on her face she started to get up to leave.

"Oh, I'm not married. I live alone, ah, I have a small place down the road a bit. That is not the problem. It's the cruiser outside. It wouldn't be good for everyone to think that I used it for personal reasons, it is for work only."

Missy smiled back "That's not a problem, I would be lost without my car anyway and wouldn't want to leave it here. Why don't you leave now and wait for me someplace. I'll go powder my nose a bit, come back and finish my beer, then leave. It should take me about fifteen minutes before I can wiggle free of here."

Bubba mentioned a spot south of town, just past a currently unused billboard where they could meet. He added mischievously that it was one of the places he parked, when waiting for speeders to drive by. 

Missy looked directly at the large bulge in his pants then smiled, looked up, blushed a bit and said, "I can then follow you to your place."

He looked right in her eyes and smiled. As she got off the bar stool, her hand brushed his crotch, Bubba flinched a bit and the smile turned into a big grin. "I think it's time for me to visit the powder room, don't you?" she quipped as she turned and headed toward the ladies room.

Bubba quickly called Tommy the bartender, paid the tab, and told him that he had to split. "Tell her, the sheriff's office called, or something like that, and I had to leave quickly. You know the drill. Also tell the broad that I'm sorry, duty calls." He dropped a ten spot on the bar in front of Tommy, smiled, turned, and quickly left.

When Missy returned and looked around she looked confused. Tommy walked down and told her the bad news that Officer Mc Givvin had to leave after his pager went off. Missy put on a sad and dejected look, sat down, finished the beer in two gulps, and ordered another. Soon another country hick sat down and started to hit on her. She chatted for a short while, just to get him to pay the tab, then said she had to leave, got up, put on her jacket, and headed out the door.

As she left the crappy bar she headed south and hoped he really had waited for her. It would be a awful waste of time if he just left and not waited for me. 

She would know soon. Sure enough, just past the sign he had mentioned, a car was parked. She pulled right up behind it, saw that it was his cruiser, and stopped. Both got out of their cars, embraced and kissed each other. Her hands caressed the front of Bubba's pants, and his caressed her breasts through the zipped jacket.

In his very authoritarian tone he said, "We can't stay here, there are too many cars passing by. Follow me." 

She just nodded, got back in her car, and followed. About a quarter mile down the road he turned right into a narrow dirt driveway with only one mailbox beside it. About a hundred yards in, it opened into a field with a small house and garage at the end. Bubba pulled the cruiser up to the garage and she parked a little ways back; she hopped out of the car and grabbed her bottle of wine. No need to wait till I get home to enjoy it.

After some more passionate kisses and fondling they headed into the house and she asked, "Do you have a hairy chest?"

"Yes, I do, why do you wanta know? You will see it soon enough." 

A big smile appeared and she said, "Hairy chests are such a turn on, I got to see it."

Once inside, she asked for help with her jacket again. This time he used his teeth to grab the zipper and pull it down as his hands grabbed and kneaded her ass. Now for the first time he saw the bottle in her hand, and she quickly explained that it is just a little gift to enjoy together along with other things. 

She sat it down on the bed, and proceeded to unbutton her blouse. "Bubba take off your shirt first, I want to run my hands through that hairy chest of yours, I just can't wait," she said very sexually. He turned, so his back was to her and quickly stripped off his uniform blouse and pants, then the sleeveless tee shirt. As he started to turn back around, Missy swung the wine bottle at the back of his skull. The lights went out for him, as he slumped and fell on the bed. 

Quickly Missy got his cuffs from the back of his pants and handcuffed him to the headboard. Then she took off his boxers, exposing his big, thick, but soft cock. She sat by him and waited for him to wake up. A very short time later he groggily woke up, realized his condition, started screaming ,cussing, kicking, and flaying all around, which forced Missy to hop off the bed and wait. After a few more fruitless attempts to get free he screamed at her "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? WHEN I GET FREE YOUR ASS IS MINE, BITCH! UNLOCK THESE CUFFS, NOW. YOU FUCKING ASS BITCH, LET ME LOOSE, NOW!"

Missy smiled at him and sweetly said, "It's just a matter of control babe, just a matter of control. It's like when you have your uniform on, you are in control and everyone is at your mercy. But when I have sex I like to be in control. Unfortunately this was the easiest way to achieve that, without a lot of argument." She stood up unbuttoned her blouse, took it off and let it fall to the floor, then shed her bra and dropped it also. "Do you like what you see, Bubba dear?" she moaned as she caressed her boobs and nipples.

"No, you fuckin bitch, you look like any twenty-five cent whore I see walking on the street! Now release me before I decide to have you arrested."

She saw his cock twitch and start to rise, and she knew he had lied. Just to taunt him, Missy unhooked her belt, unzipped her pants, turned around just out of range of Bubba's feet, bent over, and wiggled her ass back and forth as she pulled her pants down, and finally kicked them off. She turned back to faced him, and started to caress her pussy through her panties. Missy was in her own world as she weaved and twisted in front of Bubba. She used one hand to massage her nipples and the other played with her pussy under her panties. She removed her fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean with a wicked smile on her face, then pulled her panties between her pussy lips, rocked back and forth on them, and moaned as they rubbed her clit. She finally slid her pussy soaked panties off and carefully placed the soaked crotch of her panties on his nose. "You like the smell of my hot little pussy? I hope you do because you're going to get more of it," she said mischievously.

She faced him completely naked, nipples hard, legs slightly spread, her hairless wet pussy exposed. His eyes bounced from her pussy to her boobs and back in perpetual motion. Missy glanced at his cock and saw it was rock hard, She smiled and simply said, "You have three choices my dear Bubba."

"First, you can fight and struggle for a real long time hurt your wrists and damage the bed and just maybe get free. Or you can lay here till someone comes looking for you, probably someone from your office when you don't show up for work, and find you cuffed and naked in your own bed. Your last choice is, you can relax and have a new experience, the best sex of your life. Not being in control has many terrific benefits. Best of all hopefully, the next time I pass though town I won't need a bottle of wine to get you cuffed. The choice is yours. You think about it while I get some things out of my car." 




Gentle as a Lamb



Missy abruptly turned around and headed out the door into the cool autumn air, then returned a few minutes later with a box, set it on the floor, and walked over to Bubba. She leaned down so one of her erect nipples was just out of reach of his mouth. She looked down at Bubba and asked him, "What is your decision Lover Boy: fight, shame, or the best fuckin sex you ever had in your life, or will ever get! It's time to choose. There is just little one thing though; if you want me to stop, I will at any time. Then I'll pack up and just leave you there, the way you are, and never come back. All you have to do is just say 'No more' two times."

It did not take too long for Bubba to make up his mind; his wrists were already sore and to top it off, if Bobbie Jo was sent out to check on him he would never live it down! Never, not ever!

Bubba very softly whispered. "sex."

"Say it again louder like you mean it. I don't fuck wuss asses. Say it loud and clear and you can suck my tit," she demanded. 

So Bubba yelled, "Missy I want to suck on your nipples and fuck your goddamned tits and cunt." 

She looked at him and smiled, "You want a lot for a man in your position, don't you? You will have to earn any rewards you get! Now shut your filthy mouth and stop yapping. Only speak when I tell you to, I don't like whining or distractions. You are mine until I am finished with you and decide to release you, or until you fuckin wuss out on me and say 'No more' two times, like a fuckin sissy."

At that point Bubba acquiesced to her demands, laid there silently, and stopped fighting. He knew she was now in control. He couldn't decide if he was scared, sexually aroused, excited, terrified, or some combination of them all. But fear was the greater emotion. He had never allowed himself to get into a situation like this before.

With that said she took some sturdy ropes out of her box and proceeded to tie both of Bubba's legs spread eagle to the to the legs at the foot of the bed. With that done, she took out a black mask and slid it over his eyes: Bubba's world went dark.

Missy stepped back and nodded in approval and then moved forward and dropped her titty into his mouth. "Suck on my tit, make the nipple hard, you wanted to suck my titties since the first time you saw them while I was asleep in my car. Now do it!" As he lapped and sucked on her tit, she wet her fingers and started to squeeze and twist her other nipple to get it rock hard, which sent spasms of tingling pleasure directly to her already wet pussy, then backed off his mouth and played with both breasts and nipples for a short time to increase her pleasure.

She looked at his hairy chest and spat on it; she hated men with hair on their chests. If a woman had to shave to be sexy, then a man had to also.

"You see, Bubba I lied to you, I hate fuckin hairy chests and I am going to make yours look sooo sexy. She went to her box, came back with hair clippers, razor, and a can of shaving cream. Missy sat down on the bed beside him and turned on the clippers, which made a buzzing sound, and started cutting off all his chest hair. Bubba realized what she was doing and started thrashing around to trying to prevent it, with no success. She just smiled wickedly, listened to the buzzing and seemingly let the clippers do their thing, until his chest and stomach hair was gone. 

With that done she proceeded to spread lather over his chest and rubbed it in, then told Bubba he had better not move a fuckin muscle while she finished the job of making him presentable. To emphasize the point she lifted his mask for a second or two, to let him see the straight razor in her hand. "Now don't move, because you don't want me to slip and make a mess." Without further ado she started in short, deft, even strokes to eliminate the stubble left by the clippers, until his chest and stomach were completely hairless.

Again Bubba heard the sound and felt the vibrations of the clippers as Missy started to cut his pubic hair. Instantly Bubba yelled, "NO, not there," as his manhood quickly shrank into boyhood, still very large but flaccid. 

She stropped, turned, looked at his face, and said, "If you don't shut-up, I'll shave your head for every one to see." She brought the buzzing clippers up to his ear, paused for effect, and then went back to cutting off his pubic hair. He resigned to the inevitable and wondered what it would look like and if it would itch very much while it grew back. Missy continued to cut. Bubba tensed up when the vibration hit his nuts, but he said nothing. Next he felt her spray on the shaving cream and rub it. It felt good; if he hadn't known what was coming next he would have enjoyed it. Then Bubba felt the straight razor at work on the remains of his pubic hair. It reminded him of being in a barber shop, in a sick kind of way. 

Missy continued to shave him. She had to move his cock one way and another, and lift his balls to make sure she had all the hair. What really frightened him, and made him tense up again was when she pulled his ball sack tight and he felt the razor as she shaved his balls. Finally she was done, not one pubic hair left and as smooth as when he was born. She wiped him down, cleaned up the mess, and rubbed some funky watermelon smelling lube, her favorite, over his chest, balls, cock and ass.

As she looked at her handy-work she smiled and chuckled, and knew that it now was a cock worth suckin and fuckin. Missy kissed him and whispered in his ear, "Your cock is now fit for a Queen, and I'm your Queen, and I own it, it is mine."

Missy carefully lifted his balls, used her nails to scratch between them and his ass hole; watched his cock start to grow erect. Damn it was thick, at least a two and a half inch diameter and close to 10 inches long. Her fingers then went even lower to his ass and he jumped as best he could when she pressed until his sphincter gave way. Her finger slid into his asshole, as far as it would go and she pumped it a few times before she removed it, and then forced two finger back in. After she removed her fingers she told Bubba he had a nice tight asshole which she planned to use more later on.

She leaned over, grasped his manhood and licked the pre-cum off the tip, and started to stroke it lovingly; it quickly sprang to life. As she continued to pump his massive tool, she flicked her tongue on the tip of his cock again to get another bead of pre-cum, then licked all the way down the veined sides. She reached his ball sack, licked it too for a while, then sucked one nut into her mouth and worked on it. Next the other nut the same way and finally back up his shaft to the purplish/pink- headed cock. She opened her mouth and started to engulf Bubba's pulsating cock, got less than half way down and gagged, and tried again and again with no luck. Missy had never seen a real cock that large before and was determined to take it all, right down to his balls. 

She opened the surprisingly unbroken bottle of wine, took a big swig, and then tried again. This time when she felt his cock head reach the epiglottis, she paused, resisted the urge to gag and finally slid it down a little more. After ten or fifteen tries she finally bottomed out with her lips mashed around the base of his pulsating Fuck Pole. 

Damn she enjoyed this! Her own personal cock with a body attached to it, to do with as she pleased. Big Officer Bubba Asshole was all hers. She then bit down hard enough for Bubba to twist and squirm, just to remind him who was in control since it denotes present tense in a past tense scene. Bubba moaned and groaned, but said nothing

As soon as it was comfortable she started to work his cock; that is, if a huge massive cock buried in ones mouth and throat can be called comfortable. She paused again, caught her breath then forced her tongue out, and flicked and licked at his hairless ball sack and started to bob up and down on his pulsating manhood. Missy sped up, her mouth twisting and turning around his cock. She let her teeth gently, and sometimes not-no-gently graze his cock, and stopped only to drink more wine.

Soon she sensed his excitement as he tried to lunge up to meet her every stroke. Quickly she pulled off his cock and slapped it as hard as she could; causing it to crash as well as making Bubba jump and twist in pain. She moved up to his face, kissed him hard on his lips, and whispered, "Not yet, you are not allowed to cum yet, you don't cum till I am ready. "Here enjoy this." She pinched his nose, forcing him to open his mouth, and she poured in some wine, which caused him to gag and cough. 

When he recovered she put the bottle on his lips, he opened his mouth and she let him have a few large swigs and pulled it away. Again she put the bottle on his lips and he opened his mouth, expecting more wine only to realize, too late, that it was not the wine he got but her two messy smelly fingers from his ass, along with the order to clean them. Smelling and tasting the fingers, he knew where they had been, started to rebel but quickly stopped, resigned himself to his situation, and did as ordered.

After that she climbed on the bed and straddled him, dropping her pussy to his face. "Eat me!" was all he heard, and he licked her musky scented, very wet pussy as she used his nose as a mini finger to rub her clit. 

Finally she moved off his nose to allow his tongue full access to her flower. He licked, slobbered, darted his tongue in her pussy, on her clit, and wherever he could reach. She could tell this was not the first pussy he had eaten, but he wouldn't get any prizes for his technique either. Still, with her being in full control, as his tongue worked on her clit, her first climax washed over her. Her body shook from head to foot while she screamed, creamed, and mashed his face. Finally she calmed down, raised up enough so he could breathe, and ordered him to clean any sweet nectar that still was flowing out of her love tunnel. He slobbered on. 

Then she hopped off, turned around and shoved her ass in his face. He knew without a word being spoken what she required and attentively started to lick her ass. Bubba didn't really mind, no woman had ever given him a blow job like that, none had even attempted to deep throat him all the way to his balls; as far as pussies goes, Missy's wasn't half bad. As he licked her ass, she poured some wine down her ass crack, coating her ass and drenching his face. After that the odor and taste was more like wine than ass. Then she reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks as wide as possible, pushed back into his face as he forced his tongue into her hole. He continued to lick as she wiggled her ass in rhythm to his tongue.

With her asshole satisfied, Missy decided to enjoy his defiantly non-puny pecker again. She started to stroke his cock. It seemed that with every upstroke there was a new bead of pre-cum just waiting to be licked off, which she greedily did. She spat a gob of spit on its head and started to suck his dick while she masturbated him. Finally she just randomly attacked his cock, and did whatever she wanted: deep throated, masturbated, licked, and nibbled up and down his rod. Missy used and abused it to her heart's content, the light scent and taste of her watermelon lube just added to her pleasure. While she sucked on his balls she felt Bubba tense up, ready to cum. She pulled away and again slapped his purple-headed pole, as hard as she could, smiled, and watched it deflate. 

Bubba finally roared, "Damn you, you fuckin bitch," and was about to continue when Missy screamed at him.

"Shut up, ass hole." He felt her fingernails dig into his nuts. He shut his mouth, gritted his teeth, and felt water in his eyes from the pain.

Missy leaned by Bubba's ear and said, "I hope you are enjoying this because I am, and now you are going to get the best pussy you ever had. You will remember this one, for the rest of your life."

With that said, she hopped on Bubba, spread her sopping wet pussy wide, and slowly sat on his cock. All the way down his shaft she slid, feeling chills and spasms throughout her whole body as the massive pole spread her wide and hit places no other cock ever had. She just sat there, fully impaled; her whole body shook with uncontrollable joy. She spread what was left of the watermelon flavored lube left on her fingers onto her nipples and started to massage her nipples and breasts. 

She mangled her tits, and alternately tweaked, bit, and licked her nipples, which sent even more spasms of fire directly to her pussy, she rose up slowly and crashed back down hard on her own personal fuck pole. 

Quickly her rhythm increased, face flushed, nipples rock hard, and hair amiss. She pounded and pounded his cock relentlessly, only to stop long enough to slap his cock hard to prevent him from cumming too soon, just to start over again. She lost track the number of times she came as she rode him; five or six, maybe seven, who cared. Her cum had soaked him from the tip of his prick down past his ass to puddle on the bed. She finally just collapsed on his chest and rested with his hard, unreleased, cock still embedded in her. By now Bubba had blue balls and the pain was getting worse.

After Missy recuperated from her multiple orgasms and could breathe and think again, she pulled herself off his cock and sat on his face.

"Time for some more cleaning. I want to be clean for you, so lick my pussy juices and clean my heavenly snatch." Missy ordered. Bubba again slobbered and licked her snatch until the flow had stopped and she moved away.

Missy reached into the box and pulled out a small butt plug, licked it and gave it a wet blowjob, spat on it, then without notice rammed it into Bubba's ass, which made him jerk in surprise or pain, he wasn't sure which. 

Next she got another larger butt plug, lubed it with the watermelon jell, put one foot on the bed, bent over and slowly inserted it into her own still-wet ass. She moved back to sit on the edge of the bed, and rocked back and forth on the butt plug. Missy drank more wine, waited for her sphincter to relax, and then leaned over and started to lick his chest from his belly button up to his nipples. Finally she just stayed and attacked both nipples with her tongue and teeth. When she got bored with his nipples, she whispered in his ear: "Now big boy something you never ever have had before with a cock as big as yours. Something you will want over and over. Have you ever had a gorgeous woman's ass fuck you before?"

With that said she turned and found his cock rock hard again. Missy walked to her box, got her lube again, and rubbed another glob on his cock to make sure it was slicker than pigs in shit. She squatted over the box and with a burst of anal muscle power expelled the butt plug out of her ass, then added more lube around and in her own asshole.

She got on top of him facing his feet, lined up his cock with her ass, and slowly lowered herself onto his throbbing manliness. Even before his head was in, she gasped, due to the pain, and had to stop until her sphincter finally opened wide enough to accept the onslaught. Once past the sphincter she stopped again and debated about continuing, but the pain eased as her sphincter relaxed. Missy sat down a little further, stopped, back up and down again a little farther each time, her insides slowly realigned to accommodate his huge cock. She had never felt anything like this before, it made her feel even fuller. Finally she was all the way down, then leaned back into him to get the maximum penetration, sat there and scratched Bubba's balls. 

She really had not expected to get his massive cock into her ass, but all the way in was unbelievable. Now it was time to ride and play. She picked up her vibrator and started to massage her clit. Her body jerked and she moaned from the sensations. After a short time with just the vibrator and a full ass, she started to ride his cock in short, slow strokes at first and gradually increased both length and speed until it was almost a blur. She rose up almost off his cock, then plummeted back down, feeling his cock hit areas no other cock had ever come close to hitting before. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through her body, as did the vibrator. She knew the end was near, it had to be.

"FUCK MY ASS - FUCK MY ASS – CUM IN MY ASS – DO IT," she screamed, and repeated it over and over and over as she rode her stallion. One hand fondled his balls, the other worked her clit with the vibrator: wave after wave of passion pushed her on. Other than her own voice, the only sound she heard was the concussion when their bodies met. As she flew down on him, he attempted to rise and meet her.

"FUCK MY ASS – FUCK MY ASS – CUM IN MY ASS" drove them both on. She was in the middle of her second ass-tortured climax when he rose as far as he could and she felt the first large glob of hot cum hit deep inside her. She managed to reach down and yank out the embedded butt plug from his ass, which sent even more waves of hot spunk out the tip of his dick and deep into her bowels. She rode and milked her climax to the very end, and let her vibrator slip out of her hand.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds, it was over. She quickly popped off his limp prick, put a hand under her ass to hold as much of his cum inside as possible, then quickly shoved her ass in his face. "EAT YOUR FILTHY CUM OUT OF MY ASS. DON'T MISS ANY, LICK MY ASS CLEAN OF YOUR CUM," she ordered as cum started to pour out her still-open ass in globs and dribbles. He quickly obeyed since Missy had a hold of his balls and was squeezing, but not too gently, with her nails. She just stayed, pressed against his face, while he ate his own cum, as it oozed out her ass. Finally she moved away and presented her cum-cover hand to be cleaned. He licked palm first, then each finger, and finally the back of her hand.

She looked at his limp, cum-covered prick, with a small puddle of post-cum on his stomach where it had dripped. She scooped that up too and fed it to him "Ah that was good, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did," Missy said sweetly in his ear.

Missy went to her box of toys one last time and came back. 

"Now Mr. Male chauvinistic Officer Bubba Asshole, there is always pain with pleasure, and it is not nice to drool on women late at night or to keep your flashlight and eyes on their breasts."

The next thing that was heard was the sound of a whip as it hit flesh, and Bubba's scream, "Ah, STOP, you fucking bitch, NO MORE, NO MORE," as he lurched and thrashed on the bed. Again the same sounds, and more pain, as red welts started to show up on his chest. Five lashes in all; with Bubba cursing non-stop at the top of his voice, struggling to get free. 

"Just one more my dear Officer Bubba Asshole," and he screamed even louder still as the last one landed right across his precious manhood.

"I'll be right back, I want to put my toys in my car." Missy got her things together and got dressed except for her panties, which she threw in the box. 

Missy knew all along that this had to be a one time thing. She knew he could trace her, through the traffic stop. She had even been stupid enough to give him her apartment number. Knowing only he could connect the two, just reaffirmed her decision. The same obvious decision as before. 

Upon returning from her car with a container, she went over kissed him passionately. She said that it would be over soon and he could keep the mask as a souvenir.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Asshole Police Officer Bubba Pervert, there are just two more things I have wanted to do ever since you stopped me." Missy climbed onto the bed, straddled his head and lifted her dress, smiled, closed her eyes, and pissed. 

As she left, she emptied the container on the rugs and furniture and a trail to the door, then bent down and lit a small fire, which quickly spread. Missy turned and left. As she was headed down the driveway she glanced back through the mirror and could just see the red flickering of flames through the open door and in the windows, and smiled. At the main road she turned right, away from town and headed towards home. 



Gentle, Be Gentle



It was late February when the Widow Woman and her Nubile Daughter came to live in the house next door. And naturally, since I had my well earned reputation to maintain as the local, eligible bachelor, I cast my blasé eye over them. 

Although the Widow Woman herself was fairly presentable and I reckoned that, while I would never be so cruel as to oust her from my bed - if by some accident I found her in it, she didn't appeal sufficiently to be added to my list of planned future conquests. 

But the Nubile Daughter was different. There was something that made her most beguiling, almost irresistible. Deep down I sensed within me a greater lust for her than any other female I'd yet chanced upon. 

However, being well aware of the dangers inherent in cradle snatching, I determined I would be wise to ignore her - at least for some months. This, with some difficulty, I managed until mid-summer. 

Around July the hedgerow separating the gardens to the rear of our properties had become in urgent need of clipping. So, as a responsible householder I took measures to correct the situation. 

Slaving in the hot sun I had reduced about half of the shrubs to a shade below head height when I spied Nubile Daughter walk down the garden on the other side. From the small blanket she was carrying it appeared she intended to sun-bathe in some secluded spot. But it was her clothes, or rather lack of them, that caught and held my eye. All she was wearing were a thin crop top - through which I could clearly see her heavy, ripe, pleasure promising breasts and sharp nipples - and a brief thong that clung tightly enough to outline her mound and its coveted furrow. My shorts were suddenly a couple of sizes too small.

As I gazed after her a quiet voice asked, 'Are you watching what I think you're watching?'

Startled I looked over the hedge to discover Widow Woman crouched weeding a flower bed. 'Yes, your daughter,' I admitted, self-consciously.

'Do you want her?' She said, sotto voce.

'I would if she were not too young,' I murmured.

'That's a social attitude, not a natural one.'

'I've heard that before. The theory that says a girl's ready when nature decides she's ready, not when the law decrees.'

'I know, and as a guardian of the law you can't afford to break it - or at least not get caught. Still it's no longer a problem. She was eighteen last week, and she's looking to become a woman. All she lacks is the right man.'

'Oh!'

'It could be you.'

'Nah, she'll want some fellow nearer her own age.'

The Widow Woman gave a low chuckle. 'Men don't have a clue what women really want. I'll bet you've never noticed the way she looks at you.'

'She hasn't said anything.'

'And you males are supposed to be the hunters? Press her enough and I guarantee she'll let you take her maidenhead.'

'And you won't mind?'

'Why should I? Better she gives it to a man I know than some yahoo. I'll even arrange it - for a consideration.'

I might have expected it - no free lunch. 'Well,' I said, 'I'm sure she'll be worth it. Name your price.'

'Two for one.'

'I'm sorry, I don't get it.' 

'Every time you screw her, you lay me as well.'

'Not together?'

She chuckled again. 'Who knows what pleasures the future may hold. But no, not for now. I'll trust you to keep count and pay up in good time.'

I nearly jumped for joy. Without hesitation I agreed, 'You've got a deal. Just let me know when and where.' 

I looked across to where Nubile Daughter was now stretched out, eyes closed, shapely boobs gently rising and falling. I glimpsed a few dark hairs sticking out from under her thong. 

'While you're about it,' I remarked, 'tell her I'm not the only one that will need a shave before the big occasion. I've a preference for bald pussies.'

'Alright, I'll mention it. . . And I'll bell you this evening about a time and place.'

'Righto, Wanda. It is Wanda, isn't it?'

'Yes, Bob.'

Somehow I finished cutting the hedge, though my mind was in a whirl. Did she mean it? Was I actually going to get to play with those firm young tits, and empty my balls into that pristine pussy?

-oOo- 

I spent that evening blankly staring at the TV screen without the slightest idea what was showing. Would Widow Woman really fix me up with Nubile Daughter, or was she setting me up? I'd just about decided it was all a hoax and I would be better in my bed, albeit alone for once, when she rang.

'Saturday. Sometime in the afternoon.'

'Good, I'm on early shift and finish at lunch time, so the afternoon's perfect.' I attempted to keep my eager craving hidden.

She laughed, 'Not too strenuous a shift, I hope.'

'Nah, I'll take it easy and keep plenty in reserve. Where do you suggest I do the deed?' 

'Here I think, then you can make it appear casual and no big deal. We won't set a time. Just arrive and let it happen.'

'Sure.'

'And don't forget our bargain. I'll come over to your place in the evening for my share.'

'Oh! Okay, sure.'

I was being manipulated but it was either agree or risk losing what was likely to be the fuck of a lifetime. So, fancy the Widow Woman or not, it looked as if she was going to finish up in my bed after all. It was a price I'd willingly pay, or so I told myself.

-oOo-

Thankfully Saturday morning was routine with no sudden emergencies, which enabled me to pretty well get by on habit, my mind being totally occupied counting down the seconds to my conquest of Nubile Daughter. Shift complete I had a bite to eat - literally a bite, I couldn't face food. Though a strong whisky helped to steady my nerves.

My nerves! What was happening? I was like a teenager on a first date. Where was the debonair bachelor about town, with a tally of notches on his bedpost testifying to his proficiency? My myriad of previous conquests would be mystified - and laughing hysterically.

At last the momentous hour arrived. Carefully showered and shaved I debated what to wear, and what to take. In the end I decided that if it was to appear casual and unplanned a pair of shorts would suffice in the summer heat, as well as being easily shed. And for a gift a bottle of wine might help with any ice-breaking that was required. So booted and spurred - only metaphorically, she wasn't yet ready for rough riding and I must needs be gentle until I had her broken-in and schooled - I made a beeline toward my target. 

Smiling broadly Wanda met me at the door wearing a thin wrapper with, I was sure, nothing underneath. 'She's waiting in the garden.'

'You're certain she'll do it with me? I asked.

'So she says. Though she's a woman. Reserves the right to change her mind at any time - right up to the moment you actually stick it in.'

Most heartening - as if I wasn't already nervous enough. 'It won't be very comfortable for her on the grass.'

'Fool! Take her upstairs. My room will be best.' She giggled. 'Take her upstairs and take her. . . . I've got a king size bed - in case.'

'In case?'

'In case I want to invite a man to visit.'

'Oh.'

'Just be gentle with her,' Wanda said. 'Remember, it is her first time.'

I found Nubile Daughter in the garden, idling in a hammock slung between two trees, ears covered by the headphones of her Ipod. At first I thought she was already naked but as I drew close I found she was pretending to wear the most miniscule bikini I have ever seen. Three tiny triangles, held almost in place by thin threads, tried valiantly to cover salient features.

She opened one eye, 'At last,' she said discarding the headphones, 

Great! I like it when they display an overwhelming longing for me. 

'Quality is worth waiting for.' I replied.

'We'll see if you measure up.'

'And who are you going to compare me with?'

While she tried to find a flippant comeback I leant over and closed her eyes with my lips.

'Mmmm. That's nice.' She murmured.

'I know a place where I can fulfill your most wanton desires.'

'Where?'

'Come, and I will take you.' That double entendre again. It must be catching.

Tumbling from the hammock she stretched the kinks from her muscles while I stared at her perfect, nearly naked body. She raised her arms high, her bounteous breasts overflowing their cursory coverings as she proudly made sure I fully appreciated what I was being granted.

Smiling down at her, I took her small hand and walked her to the house. At the bottom of the stairs I patted her butt. 

'Up you go. Your mother's room.'

Giggling nervously she sped toward heaven. Swiftly I followed admiring her bare back and arse decorated by the thin strings of her nearly bikini.

Closing the door behind us I moved close and reached for the knot behind her neck. A quick pull and it was undone, the two inadequate triangles falling to expose long, stiff nipples. Another quick tug and the lower cord came free. 

As I gazed into her eyes she arched her back, offering me those superb breasts. I imprisoned one between my hands, squeezing and molding the firm flesh while rolling the nipple between my fingers. She gasped and closed her eyes. Gentle, be gentle, I reminded myself.

Now for the knots of her bikini bottom - one on each hip. A couple of tugs and I released the miniscule triangle from her mound. She parted her long legs to let me draw the lower string down her arse crack and along her slit.

Ready at last!

I stepped back to relish the sight of her. She was beautiful with that beauty only a freshly ripened, untouched maid seems to possess.

I took her hands and placed them on the waistband of my shorts. 'Your turn.'

'Oh!'

'Let me show you.' My fingers guiding her's, we searched for the fastening, then lowered the zip. My cock sprang free, searching for action. Placing her hands on each side of my shorts I said, 'Pull them down.' Tentatively she pushed the cloth to the tops of my knees.

'All the way.'

Head lowered she dragged them all the way to my feet. 'Hold a moment.' I stepped out of each leg in turn. 'Now look up.' Raising her head she found her lips being brushed by my hardon. She gasped. 'We'll keep that for next time.' I said, stroking her lips with its engorged tip. 'Today it's destined to find another home.'

She seemed to be having trouble breathing as I led her to the bed, and laid her in the middle. Reclining alongside I turned her toward me. Gentle, be gentle, I reminded myself, and pressed my lips to her's.

Slowly, tenderly I stroked her shoulder, trailed my fingers down the side of her ribs, along her hip and upper thigh, then slid into her centre, parting the petals of her nether lips and finding her hard clit. 

'Ohhh!' Moaned my delightful, already wet, virgin.

Reaching for a pillow I placed it behind her arse then rolled her onto her back, leaving her pubes raised and ready. 

'Not too quick, got to be gentle.' I told myself, sliding down the bed to part her thighs and explore her hot slit with my lips. She tasted heavenly.

'Ohhhh,' she moaned louder and wriggled in an effort to force my tongue deeper. 

Finally I could wait no longer, the time had come for her to know the joy of having a man inside her. I opened her wide. Ran my lips up to her navel, then on through the deep valley between her breasts until my mouth found and again locked onto her's, my body following until my rigid cock was positioned at her pristine hole. With her ample jugs pillowing my chest, and her smooth thighs wrapped around my hips, I paused a moment. 

'Relax,' I said. Then with a twitch of my hips slid my knob into her tight tunnel like a hot knife into butter. 

"AHHH!" She groaned when her hymen gave way and my shaft plunged deep. 

Time and time again my plunging hips fully sheathed my tool in her enchanting hollow before very slowly drawing it out. Deflowering her was the greatest bliss I'd ever known. 

Gentle, be gentle, echoed in my mind. But I couldn't find the control; the more she moaned and raised her pelvis to meet my thrusts, the harder and faster I fucked her. I was enchanted, I was in heaven, I was aware of nothing but the ecstasy of having my flesh within her velvet lining. 

Suddenly I could delay no more. 'Yes! Yes!' I triumphantly shouted as I erupted, sowing my seed deep.

Lungs heaving, breathing ragged, we lay quiet for several moments before my senses reluctantly returned to the everyday world and I rolled off her. 

'Thank you, that was wonderful,' my enraptured prize whispered.

'Shhh, little one. Give me time to recover, there's more to come.' I lifted her head and kissed her smooth brow.

Slowly, languidly, I let my hands wander over her divine flesh. Occasionally my lips would find and cherish some favoured morsel - an eyelid, an ear, a nipple, her throat, her clit. Time lost its meaning until once again my muscle was primed to invade her cunni.

'Your turn to be on top,' I told her, rolling onto my back and guiding her to straddle my hips.

She giggled softly as her damp mound rubbed against my stiff shaft. She needed no instruction from me on how to use it. Her fingers felt for my length, rubbed it and pushed it against her folds, sliding it to and fro. At last she lifted slightly, positioned me at her entrance then sank down imprisoning me deep in her tight tunnel.

My hands on her shoulders I pulled her forward until I could seize a nipple between my teeth. Sucking, devouring her tit my hands found and squeezed her wonderful arse. Suddenly she groaned, 'Enough,' and sat up carefully moving my hands to grasp her boobs. 

Wriggling her hips to get her cunni centrally placed over my cock she started to rise and fall, giving a grunt each time she hit bottom and a sigh every time she nearly let me slip out. 

'Ohhhh Goddd!' She groaned. She was nearly there.

'Harder, faster, make me come,' I urged her.

'I am!' She shouted. 'Can't you feel me?'

Yes, yes, yes, I could feel her. I could feel nothing else. Never before had I known such joy. All too soon we came together in an explosion of pleasure so exquisite it hurt.

While our pulses gradually slowed I languorously cupped and caressed her splendid tits.

'Happy?' I asked.

'Mmmm . . .'

'I've fucked my share' - an understatement if ever I made one - 'but you rank as the best ever.'

'Do I?' She said sleepily, 'Then we must do it again.'

'Any time.' I said easing her from my hips.

As I did so the door opened and Wanda entered carrying the bottle of wine - now open - and three glasses. 'A successful outcome deserves celebrating, darlings,' she glanced at her daughter, 'I told you he was the best man around here to pop your cherry.'

'How do you know it was successful?' I asked, sitting up.

'From the noise the two of you were making. I reckon they know it in the next county.' 

Nubile Daughter and I looked at each other. We hadn't exactly been quiet, but surely we hadn't been that loud. 

Wanda loosened the sash of her robe and slid it from her shoulders - I'd been right, the only thing underneath was her - then carefully filled the three glasses. But why display herself now? It smacked of insecurity, of trying to convince - who? me? - that she was as desirable as her daughter. 

Handing us a glass each she declared, 'A toast. To Primrose, may she never be short of a satisfying screw.'

Primrose! Was that her name? I'd never bothered to ask. It sure as hell didn't suit a girl like her. I'd have to find her a nickname.

Lifting my glass toward her I proposed a toast of my own, 'May her path lead always to fulfillment.'

'Path, what path?' Her mother asked

'It's Hamlet,' I said, 'the primrose path of dalliance.'

She sniffed and looked at her daughter. 'What were you planning for this evening, Prim? You usually go out on Saturday.'

Prim! That was even worse, no one could call such a passionate and irrepressible pussy, prim. Then it came to me - Prima. Add an A and all the connotations changed.

'I'm going out with Belle. Thought we would take in that new film at the Roxy. Why? what are you planning?'

'I'm going visiting for a while.' She glanced across at me.

Oh, sure! Of course she was. Taking Prima had increased rather than satisfied my lust so I didn't feel I would have any trouble keeping to the bargain. Indeed, now I had seen her stripped I was revising my original assessment of her allure. She obviously kept herself fit - not jogging or I'd have seen her along the road at some time - probably at the aerobics class that ran in the church hall. The result was a trim, athletic figure with a tight arse, slim waist and surprisingly shapely boobs for a woman of her age - hardly a trace of sag. Perhaps after all there had been a reason for her stripping. 

-oOo-

Later that evening I was lounging in front of the television watching the sports results when a firm knock on the side door announced Wanda's arrival.

'Come on in. It's open.' I shouted. 'I'm in here.'

Entering she stopped just inside the door and looked at me. She was back to wearing just the thin robe she'd had earlier and a pair of soft slip-ons. 

'Are you going to fuck me here or in the bedroom?' She asked, unfastening her robe to show her freshly shaved pussy.

'Oh, the bedroom. I've reached an age where I prefer to do it in comfort.'

She slipped the robe off. 'Come on, then.'

I levered my frame out of the armchair - not eagerly, but not reluctantly either - I was in the mood but, it being her, not in that much of a hurry. 

In the bedroom she stood watching while I discarded my clothes. Under her keen examination my cock slowly lengthened. Stepping close she wrapped it in one slightly trembling hand, gave a short nod and said, 'Yes. That's what I want.'

'You're sure?'

'Yes, yes, yes.' Each word was slightly louder. 'Yes, fuck me! Stick it in deep!'

'On the bed,' I ordered.

She threw herself on her back, legs spread, knees bent, her cunni lips slightly parted. I made her wait a moment then climbed on top of her, my weight on my arms and knees, the tip of my tool nudging her entrance.

Her breathing was loud. Her eyes stared expectantly into mine. 

'Ready?' I asked. 

She spread her legs wider and panted, 'Now! Put it in now!'

I pushed down, my cock slowly burying itself in her cunni. She was wet and warm and I fitted surprisingly well into the tunnel that had produced Prima. Impatient, her stomach bucked upwards forcing my cock all the way into her cunni and making my balls bang against her pubic bone.

'Hold your horses. Let me do the work,' I told her, grabbing her hips to hold her steady.

As I slowly began to withdraw she arched her back, her muscles squeezing me tight, reluctant to let me go. Finally, only my tip still inside her I pushed down again. She was breathing in a series of deep, throaty moans, her head rolling slowly from side to side causing her lush white boobs with their rosy, tip-tilted nipples to sway back and forth across her chest. She grabbed my buttocks, pulling me close until our mounds pressed tight.

'Fuck me hard, Bob.' She cried, her fingernails biting into the skin of my arse.

I quickened my pace, my strokes driving deep, while she began to jerk her hips up and down in time to my rhythm. She was breathing now with quick, short throaty gasps. Her hands slid up my back leaving long scratches. Her legs lifted higher, locking her ankles behind my back. Now as I pulled up she came with me, four or five inches off the mattress before I hammered her back down.

'Yessss!!! Oh, God! Yessss! That's it!' She screamed in ecstasy, her cunni gripping me even harder. Her back arching as high as it could she shook with a series of strong spasms and gave a high pitched shriek.

I erupt inside her, spurt after spurt pumping into her as she milked me of every last drop.

Reaching for a towel I wiped the sweat from our bodies before, laying my head on Wanda's breast, I closed my eyes and gently sucked her nipple. 




Gentle, Be Gentle



It was over, I'd kept my side of the bargain. And I had to admit that I'd enjoyed her more than I thought possible. The price I'd paid for having her daughter was more than acceptable. I resolved that nothing would deter me from taking Prima as often as I could.

'God! I needed that,' she says. 'Life without frequent fucking is not natural.'

'Does that mean you want it regular?' I asked.

'Once a day, and twice on Sundays, as they say.'

'I'll do my best,' I replied. 'But there will be a quid pro quo.'

'What's that?'

'A bargain. For every time I fill you, I get to fill Primrose - at least once.'

'Shylock. Still I suppose it's reasonable. I'll see what I can organize.'

-oOo-

By the end of the month I was servicing both of them daily - sometimes even more on my days off - and Prima had been educated into the pleasure of three in a bed. Indeed we were spending so much time in each other's houses it seemed that having two was somewhat pointless. So we made arrangements for Wanda and Prima to move in with me.

It soon proved its worth if in no other way than the amount of time we saved dressing and undressing, and it didn't take me much effort to persuade them to go naturist. (I've always wondered why angels are shown wearing robes - surely in Paradise they would all go naked.) Though on the downside I found I'd lost my status as the local, eligible bachelor.

Anyway a few weeks later I had drawn the night shift, so it was breakfast time when I arrived home and met my Prima on the doorstep as she set out for her office. 

She gave me a rueful smile and a big kiss saying, 'Keep it warm for me big boy. I'll be back for a double dose of that gorgeous man-meat you keep in your pants before you go on duty again.'

'Noted and agreed,' I said and as she turned and left me I gave her tit a quick squeeze, then stood to watch her neat arse disappear along the road. Inside Wanda had food ready, after which she demanded a quickie before allowing me to get my head down.

It was mid afternoon when loud conversations and the roar of a lorry from outside woke me.

I staggered out to the kitchen. 'What's that row about?'

'It's next door. The new owner moving into my old house.'

'What they like?'

'It's a she - supposed single parent with a child.'

'Bit like you were.'

'Only a bit. I gather she's a divorcee.'

'Well a cup of java and I'll be a bit neighbourly and go and say welcome to our town.' 

A leisurely shower and I climbed into jeans and a tee before setting out to introduce myself and cast my blasé eye over the newcomers.    

The divorcee was quite presentable, though with Prima and Wanda available I doubted if I would be adding her to my list of planned future conquests - at least not in the near future. 

However her daughter was another matter. She had a winsomeness that left me fascinated and bewitched. I lusted after her in a way only Prima had previously provoked. But my position with the guardians of the law had made me only too familiar with the difficulties that could come from seducing under age bimbos so I decided I must needs wait a while. 



Gentle Breezes



My sincere thanks to an ImpossibleFind for her help in the editing of this story.

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A gentle breeze is blowing. The tree limbs are swaying. The bees are flitting from flower to flower filling their legs with golden pollen. The clover looks like little clumps of white and pink against a green background all around. The horses and cattle are enjoying the sun also. It has been a cold spring and the sun is a welcome sight. 

I am relaxing today. It seems like my schedule has had me fixing outdoor problems in the coldest, nastiest weather and stuck with the inside jobs when we have had at least a little break in the cold and wet. Well, today, I am just going to sit under this beautiful old oak tree and suck on a blade of grass and think of what the clouds are trying to tell me. 

I had packed a little lunch for later and ridden out early in the pre-dawn. If you haven't seen that part of the day on a ranch or farm, you have missed one of life's joys. I had a small light on to help saddle up, but once I had walked Red out of the barn the dark gray of early morning only allowed me to see vague shapes around our ranch. Mounting Red and heading southeast the gray lightened and small animals could be seen scurrying for cover. The birds began their morning songs and started on their journey for slow-moving earthworms and grubs. Nature was waking up to the spring day too. A breeze was blowing the leaves and playing its tune as the smaller branches swayed and the sun was just starting to peak above the horizon. Red stopped on his own to look around him. It almost seemed like he was enjoying the sights and sounds as much as I was. A little cluck of the tongue and he moved on. He seemed to know where I wanted to go and that I wasn't in a great hurry. By the time we reached the tree, life was ablaze all over the ranch and it felt marvelous to be in tune with nature.

I didn't even notice that I had fallen asleep leaning against the tree, but I am awakened to gentle little kisses to my face. They are light, fleeting touches of lips and tongue over my eyes, cheek and now my neck and ears. I picked up the scent of wildflowers and herbs in the air and I know who my tormentor is before I open my eyes. I can't keep the smile off my face though, reaching my arms around her to hold her close and thank her for such a gentle and loving wake up call. She willingly fell against my chest settling her rump in my lap and putting her arms around me. Her breasts feel warm and full against my side and she continues to nibble on my ear and neck. She is being a little more forceful as I wake fully from my nap. I open my eyes and she is looking up at me, her large liquid eyes beseeching me. The smile on her lips tells me her joy in being here with me. Her nails are running lightly up and down my chest. They are teasing and scraping, making me tingle and sending blood to my crotch. 

She is dressed in a simple white blouse, frilly and loose. I always think of a peasant shirt when I see one of them. They can be worn so many ways. Today she has it tied below her breasts, her tummy bare for me. One of the elastic sides she had pulled off her shoulder and the bronze skin showing is begging me to caress it. The other shoulder is under my arm and she is rubbing my back with that hand. Her dress is full, completing the peasant girl look. The dress is made of many colors and the gauzy pleats show as a canvas of color that shifts along her legs. And of course, she has on her riding boots. Her hat is lying next to where she has placed mine. 

I could feel the warmth of her bottom rubbing into my leg and the feel of her cheeks shifting against me are making my jeans very uncomfortable. Without disturbing her comfort I try to shift Willie around. She knows what the problem is and decides to help. Reaching down her hand, she pulls my belt up and unhooks it. She reaches down and unbuttons the top button and then the rest. All the time her nimble fingers work she looks at me with love in her eyes. Our breathing and heartbeat seem to be one as we sit here. She coolly reaches in her hand and pulls my rapidly hardening manhood up, holding it, feeling it pulse in her hand. She knows that her holding me is enough to make me show her how much she excites me. Her soft squeezing of my shaft and the movement of her fingers are beginning to make the head shine with moisture. Reaching up with her thumb to rub the moisture down my shaft she gently strokes me. She is not trying to take me to completion, just showing she loves me and loves to do it. My watching her is a pleasure in itself. We know we were safe from prying eyes, it is almost 'impossible' to 'find' a way to our haven without being seen and there aren't that many people out here anyway.

I am tired of being passive and just taking the enjoyment she is giving me. I reach up one hand and gently caress her hair and face. Oh, how I enjoy the smoothness of her skin, the gleam of her hair in the sunshine. I run my finger across her lips and her tongue comes out to tease it as I go by. Another smile lights my face and I lean down to kiss her. It is a soft, warm, tender kiss. The next kiss is to her eyes, then each cheek, her forehead, back to her eyes and then a gentle peck on the end of her nose. Now I am back to her lips and I open my mouth gently to lick her lips and suck her lower lip into my mouth, laving it with my tongue. Her grip is getting more urgent on me, stroking longer and harder. Her hips are starting to writhe on my leg. As I hold her with one arm I lift my other hand and massage her breast, gently cupping it and rubbing it, slowly milking my fingers closer to her nipple. When I reach the tip, I stop and reach for the shirt, pulling it down off her arm. She understands my need to see her and she also wants the shirt out of the way. Reluctantly releasing me, she leans up and crosses her arms pulling one sleeve off and then the other, hiding her breasts from me until the shirt is around her waist. When she lifts her arms around my neck, her arms push those beautiful breasts together, creating a generous amount of cleavage and pushing her cherry red nipples close together. Both my hands move down to caress her, hefting her handful breasts to my gaze. The nipples harden even as I watch and my tongue swiping across them make them jump into my mouth. Goosebumps crawl across her breasts and my hands squeeze and rub, my tongue going from one nipple to the other, leaving them both shiny with my saliva. My hunger is growing rapidly and I lay her back on the blanket I had brought. 

She looks so beautiful laying there in the morning sunlight, curls of her hair gently framing her face. Her eyes are now heavily lidded but still watching me. A smile of contentment and arousal is on her luscious mouth. I lean over to kiss those lips again, running my hands up her sides to cup her breasts again, this time squeezing harder, showing her how much my need for her is growing. Our lips and tongues duel together now, our breath mingling, our desire growing by the second. I break away and start sliding down to her chest kissing her neck, her clavicle, the top of her breasts and between them. 

I let my bearded chin run across each nipple before taking it deep into my mouth and sucking and biting gently. Moving my mouth lower, I sweep little kisses across her stomach, lingering to dig my tongue in her belly button and then sucking the flesh gently into my mouth. Her legs have already lifted and spread and her hips are moving sensuously side to side, imploring me to hurry. Her hands are upon my shoulders gently pushing me toward her waiting triangle. My hands reach up again for her breasts and roll the nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and pulling, keeping them hard. I pull my hands down to her waist, reaching the elastic waistband and pulling on it. She raises her hips quickly and I slowly unveil her lower stomach, the hair of her triangle coming into view. Ah, no panties. Farther over her hips and the elastic is hugging her legs as I pull it on down. Finally, her dew-covered mound is in my view. Her lips are swollen with want and just a hint of her swollen bud is in view. 

Before removing her skirt, I lean down to kiss her womanhood, breathing deep of her scent. I gently kiss her clitoris and then her outer lips on both sides, letting my tongue just graze the lips. The moisture I am picking up from her is ambrosia and I am getting impatient to make love to her. Removing her skirt and leaving her blouse around her waist, I gently stroked the outside of her calves and thighs as I kiss the inside of each knee and work back and forth toward her mound. 

Her eyes are watching me and I can see that she loves me for driving her crazy and also for showing her my love. When I reach her pussy this time, I simply drive my tongue as deep into her as possible and start digging out her essence so that I could swallow her. I rub my face into her wanting to devour her womanhood and give her all the pleasure she deserves. My hands reach below to grab her womanly cheeks in my hand and I lift her from the blanket, forcing my face even deeper into her crevice. Her hands in my hair and the moans I hear coming from her throat are all the encouragement I need. I run my tongue from her juicing hole to her red-hot bud with broad hard strokes. I suck her full lips into my mouth and run my tongue through her inner lips missing no parts of her sex. 

The moisture is dripping out of her and I lick as much as I can but it still covers her thighs and ass. I take my thumbs and spread her lower cheeks letting them caress the valley of her ass, softly running up and around her anus. I am still running my tongue and lips all over her pussy, licking, kissing and sucking bits of flesh into my mouth to nibble. Her hips are hopping up and down and moving side-to-side begging me to finish her and I oblige by taking her clitoris between my lips. I suck and flick my tongue lightly on the sides and then broad stripes along the tip. I can feel her legs come up over my shoulders and her lovely thighs cradle my head.

The closer she comes to orgasm the tighter her thighs are getting. I am now rubbing one finger right on her wet anus and I reach up with the other hand and pinch her nipple. Suddenly, her orgasm starts. Her juices flow even heavier and I can feel her ass tightening. I thrust my tongue in her channel to lick up her juices. As she starts to calm down, I shift back up, suck her clitoris in my mouth again and thrust my finger up her ass. Her eyes pop open and she moans and groans and yells my name, pawing and pulling at my face and head, trying to get me deeper. Then she pushes my face away and rolls onto her side, her hips still gently thrusting and her breasts heaving. 

I crawl up behind her, drape my arm around her, kiss her neck and ear, and hold a breast gently in my hand. As she catches her breath, she snuggles up closer to me, her ass pushing into my crotch. My hardness is right in the crease of her ass as it throbs against my belly. She moans again and reaches between her legs, bending me down to run the head against her slit. She is still very moist and hot. I am gently rubbing her breast as she bathes my dick in her slickness. Smoothly, she rolls away. The vision of her nakedness makes my dick even harder. She pushes me back, reaches down and removes my boots, pulling my jeans down my legs, my underwear following. 

Once she has freed my jeans from my legs, she starts crawling up me, her breasts grazing me as her lips descend to kiss my legs as she moves. My dick is pulsating, alive, the moisture pouring from me to keep me shining with liquid need. Her hands precede her climb and when she reaches my shirt she grabs the tails and pulls, ripping the buttons free. My stomach and chest are now in her sight and she kept crawling, dragging her breasts across my balls and wetting her cleavage. Her hands are rubbing my nipples as she kisses my stomach and then her crotch is rubbing at the base of my cock. Her juices are coating my balls and the heat feels wonderful. I can feel her heartbeat and mine from the joining of our crotches. Now she is rubbing her breasts against my chest, the hair tickling her nipples, keeping them hard. I reach for her hips, rubbing them softly, then grab her cheeks and lift her. She looks down at me smiling and reaches between us to wrap her hand around me. She strokes me, lifts me straight up and lifts her hips even higher. 

She places my cock at her entrance, her lips gently holding me. She stays that way looking me in the eyes, rotating her hips slowly. She takes just an inch more into her tunnel letting me feel the heat and moisture of her body. She reaches up then and pulls and rubs her own breasts, sitting down completely on me. She is so tight and wet her muscles are clinching, almost chewing on me as I descend into her depths. When she has me all inside her, she moves slowly, tenderly. She knows I can't last long. I am already expanding within her, my hips involuntarily pushing back at her, trying to speed her up.

But her eyes tell me to cum. She leans over me, licking my ear, "go ahead and cum, I am ready too, cum in me, fill me with your cum, blast my womb with your seed, cum in me, please." Her voice is so soft in my ear, but the heat she puts into the words set me off and I push up and start shooting into her. I shoot blast after blast of my seed and I feel her contractions on my shaft and hear the whimper from her throat. 

The sun on our bodies, the breeze chilling our sweat brings us back to earth and we gently wrap ourselves to keep warm. My softening cock is still in her. Our immediate needs are slaked. We look up and Red and his companion are standing close by munching on clover and keeping guard over us. Life is good this spring day and it has just started.



Gentle Dental



It might have been an accident, and I am really not sure who moved first. My cheek might have rolled into her breast, or maybe she leaned over a little too far, but there was no doubt that a very erect nipple was brushing against my face. Her lab coat was open, and I could see just below the name tag which read " Heidi Anderson, DDS " that her other breast was straining against her smock and also displayed that tell tale mark of excitement. 

When I turned my head slightly and rubbed my cheek against her, she said " Oh that feels so good. I would let you suck on it, but we need your mouth open right now." 

Maybe not the sort of remark that you would expect from a Dentist, but in the past, I was more than just another patient. We had met in the County Clerk's office, both of us registering the deeds of our newly acquired houses which were included in our divorce settlements. When we realized that we were both there for the same reason, we laughed, and then had lunch, to celebrate our new freedom. She was 43, and I had just turned 55. We went out a few times, even extended a picnic to include an all night romp under the stars at a secluded campsite, but for some reason, the sexual spark never went beyond mutual lust.

It was the last appointment of the day, so I looked past the open door to the darkened hall and said " has everyone else gone home?" Before she could answer, I gently slid my hand up along her pants leg until I came to the delicate curve of her butt. 

Heidi took a deep breath and said " just Kim, my Dental Assistant, but she will be busy in the lab for at least another half hour. But really, Bob, I need to finish the prep work for your Crown unless you want to spend the weekend with half a tooth." 

I sighed, and took another deep breath as the Nitrous Oxidize continued to block the pain. She gave me a little pat just below my waist, and said " looks like the gas has really gotten to you." That particular gas works it's magic by depriving the brain of oxygen and just like a man who is being asphyxiated with a hangmen noose or a garrote, it also causes the penis to become very erect. This fact has caused more than a few accidental deaths.

I tried to behave myself while she was putting sharp objects and fast moving drills in my mouth. I was very horny, but too old to be stupid. After she removed the gas canella and put the temporary crown in place, she announced that she would have to stand there and hold my cheeks away, until the glue set up. That was my chance and my hand started to wander. I slid my hand back up the inside of her thigh and I started to rub the warm spot between her legs. 

She groaned a little and said " if you insist, let me get out of my pants". She pulled the drawstring on her scrub suit pants, and when they hit the floor, I hooked my finger between the leg holes of her panties and tugged them down to her knees. She was very wet, so I had no problem slipping my thumb between the twin folds of her vulva, and I started to gently caress her clit with my middle fingers. Funny, once you learn to properly grip a bowling ball, you never forget. 

Just as I was starting to let my magic fingers do the walking, the telephone rang. I groaned in frustration, but Heidi just whispered, " don't stop, Kim will get it and take a message"

My thumb pushed up against the wall that the vagina shares with her bladder, which is where many women have their G Spot, and my fingers tips slowly fluttered back and forth over the little man in the boat. She started to breath short but very heavy gasps, and when she closed her eyes, I slipped my very wet thumb out and started to run little circles around her tight brown eye. Suddenly she started to moan, her head flopped backwards, and as her knees started to buckle she impaled herself on my thumb and I could feel wave after wave of spasms as my thumb slipped deeper and deeper into her rectum. Heidi fell across my chest, and while I was gently rubbing the beautiful globes of her butt, the door opened.

A face appeared through the door. One with brilliant blue eyes, a cute up turned nose, and it was framed with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. " Hey you guys, it's a good thing everyone else is gone, I could hear you all the way back in the lab". 

I was startled, but then recognized Kim. She was a graduate student in microbiology and several years ago, we had spent afternoons together in her room while she " harvested " my sterile semen in condoms for one of her projects. Before I could say anything she said " the hospital called about your surgery patient, but it wasn't urgent, so I said you would call back when you were ahhh finished ". 

" What are you doing here " I sputtered. 

She smiled and said " graduate school gets awfully expensive, and I was a dental assistant for several years before getting my undergraduate degree, so when my partner opened up her practice, I took the job". 

I looked at her, and then at Heidi and said " as in domestic partner?".

Heidi laughed and said " oh don't worry Bob, Kim and I love each other but we both appreciate having a real man around the house once and awhile." She pulled up her pants and said to Kim " the gas seems to have left Bob a little uncomfortable, maybe you can help him while I am returning that call, but make sure he washes his hands first".

I got off the treatment couch and said " don't worry, I'll take care of that when I go across the hall to empty my bladder." Of course the first thing I noticed was that the effects of the gas had completely worn off. Then, as I looked at the tall man with the grey beard in the mirror, it suddenly dawned on me that at least two of my sex partners were lesbians or least bi-sexual. I would never believe that I had the charm, and certainly not the body that would make a lesbian go straight, so it must be that I offered a safe alternative. A good time with no long term commitment. Hey, why not ... we all do what we can do.

I was washing my hands when I felt a warm body pressed up against my back and felt a little nip on my ear. " Hey, Dad, did you forget about me ". 

Granted all of my partners were younger than me, but I did wince for a moment. Kim reached around and started to unbuckle my belt and in one quick motion, her hands were down my pants. " Oh Oh, where is a good hard one when you really need one. " She purred and said " I think Heidi turned on the oxygen to soon, but we can take care of that". 

She spun me around and had my pants and shorts around my ankles quicker that you could say blowjob. I leaned back against the sink and Kim stuck her tongue between my legs and slowly licked her way up across my scrotum and up the back side of my penis. She stopped right at the base of the head and teased that little upside down V. Her eyes widened as the head started to swell and turned first bright red and then a deep purple. When the clear lubricant started to trickle out, she inhaled the head and I watched her cheeks implode as she sucked like a Hoover. 

When I thought that I was about to explode, she stopped and groaned " Oh, God; you will never know how great it is to not have to taste that damm latex." 

Between taking deep breaths, she said " Bob, there is just one fantasy that I have to play out, and you are the only one I would trust to do it".

So, that is how I found myself sitting on the treatment couch, caressing Kim's cotton covered butt as she laid across my lap. Just then Heidi looked though the door, and said with a big smile on her face " So, Mama's spanking aren't enough to satisfy our little girl. Well, at least when you get to the good part, Bob can give you the real thing." Heidi had changed into her street clothes and explained that she had to check up on a patient in the hospital. " Kim, when you two are done, lock up, and bring Bob home so we can treat him to a nice home cooked meal."

I must admit that my heart was not really into spanking Kim. After a few swats, Kim looked over her shoulder and told me that Daddy always pulled down her panties down just to make sure he was getting his point across. I slowly slid them down to her knees and gasped as I savored the view that I had not seen in several years. After gazing for a moment at her dimpled and oh so vulnerable cheeks, I went to work and I did my best to bring a nice reddish glow to that beautiful set of matched globes. 

When she started to cry, all I could do was gently rub, first one and then the other, and finally slip my hand between her legs and pet her sopping wet vagina. She told me that sometimes her Father would get that far, but then would abruptly leave the room and Kim would lay quietly crying on her bed totally unsatisfied. And that is where I was to finish the fantasy. She said that Heidi would use a dildo, but nothing seemed to feel the way she imagined it would be with the real thing. 

Acting out the script, when I pulled my hand away, she got off my lap, and lay across the couch. Several years ago, we had sex twice a week for an entire summer, while she was collecting my semen for her experiments, but she had always insisted on being on top or in the missionary position. Maybe because of her memories of her unfulfilled experiences as a child, she had never let me, or apparently anyone else enter her from behind, until tonight. At first, I slipped my now very rigid penis between her legs, and rocked back and forth so the top side of the shaft slipped along her swollen folds. Then, I pulled back enough so the head slowly traveled first to her clitoris, then past, but not in the lips, and finally all the way up until it rested at her tightly puckered brown eye. 

Just as I was considering an attempt to push my way into that dark hole, Kim must have thought the same thing because she suddenly yelled " Don't even think about it, Bob, nothing bigger than a finger is allowed in there." I thought that maybe someday I should try to change her mind, but that would have to wait for another day. 

We both started breathing very heavily as the anticipation grew while the deep purple head started it's journey back down the valley between her cheeks. I put my hands on her waist and started to gently probe her oozing lips. She exhaled and pushed back, in unison with my forward thrust. She looked up and then tried to look over her shoulder at me and said " Wow, that feels different ". 

" Well of course, my dear, the angle is completely backward from the way we used to do it.". 

" No ", she said, " I mean when you were on top or I was laying on you, I always felt warm and cuddly, but now I just feel like I am being fucked." 

I leaned farther over her body and nuzzled the back of her neck. Then I said " get up on your elbows so I can reach around and hold your breasts." 

She moaned " yes that is better " and wiggled her hips left and right. Slowly at first we rocked back and forth but soon the pace picked up and the sounds of my groin slamming into her butt were echoing through the darken hallway of the clinic. Later she would remark that the sound was very similar to what she heard while I was spanking her. But, I can tell you that the cry that came from deep in her throat when she started to convulse, was much different than the whimper that came from that earlier pounding. I let go of her breasts, and she collapsed on the couch and waited until my final thrusts pumped my fluid deep into her body. 

When I pulled out, she rolled over and reached up to wrap her arms around my neck. She kissed me on the nose and started to say " Thanks, D .... " but now that the fantasy was over she must have changed her mind and just whispered "good thing we have a shower in the back".

We stood under the spray and played with each other until the water turned cold. We quickly dressed and got out of the clinic just in time, before the cleaning crew arrived. She was quiet as we drove home. As we pulled into their driveway, she asked me if I was seeing anyone right now, and was my daughter still living at home with me. 

The answer was no to the first question, but I added that my daughter was out of town. She grinned and said " so no one will notice if you don't come home until morning". But that is another story.



Gentle First Time



I found that I repeated myself a few times in this recording. It's my first time really telling a story on here so I was pretty nervous! 

This type of recording was suggested to me, they asked that it be me gently taking a mans virginity and whispering. I have a lot of requests from guys coming in which I will try to get to but I don't want to leave out my girls either!! I think that the next recording will be targeting my female audience. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys and continues to give me suggestions. :)

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Gentle Giant



Everyone noticed Derran when he entered the whorehouse. He was used to this; to them staring and whispering amongst themselves; to the standard reactions of awe, amusement or fear. People noticed him wherever he went. It was hard, he knew, not to notice someone who was over eight feet tall.

His mother had been a Mountain Giant, that declining race of people who were still cast as the monsters in children's stories, even in these so-called enlightened times. She had been eleven feet tall, a classic Giantess with a terrible temper and a monstrous appetite for all types of carnal pleasure. His father had been human, by all accounts a mild-mannered man and not even particularly tall at five feet ten inches. It was far from unheard of for Giants to take human lovers, of course, but it was rare for those unions to produce offspring. 

He had earned a great deal of money this harvest, even by his standards. It was easy for him to do so; thanks to his ancestry he had the strength of at least three regular men. Since he had come down out of the mountains as a young lad of eighteen -- ten years ago now by his reckoning -- he had done every type of heavy work on the various farms in this part of the valley, including pulling the plough for Farmer Jared once when his horse had been taken ill. Those who knew him well knew that he was honest, hard-working and that, unlike many human farmhands, he did not take liberties with the daughters of the households he worked for. 

Not that he didn't have urges, of course. That was why he was here. He had never paid for it before but he was becoming desperate. On the few occasions he had ever managed to persuade a woman to get over her fear of being crushed by his enormous body, or of becoming pregnant with a part-Giant baby, or her assumption that his tool would be too much to handle ("We should all have such problems," Jared had said drily when he'd told him that one), the experience had been somewhat marred by the ill-conceived glint of fear in her eyes and the tension it produced in her body. Had he been a true Giant, he often thought dejectedly, that would only have added to his pleasure. But he was tired of women being afraid of him and he thought that maybe, a whore might not have the same qualms.

The madam of the establishment, a plump little redhead who he guessed to be around forty, silenced the giggles of the youngest whores with a stern admonishment of "Girls -- be nice to our guest." She glided towards him, smiling winsomely.

"A good evening to you, sir," she said warmly. "I am Madam Elise, and welcome to my home. Please come and sit by the fire and warm your bones on this cold night." She ushered him towards one of the large overstuffed chairs near the hearth, pretending not to notice as he flinched away from the beams in the ceiling on route. "A glass of wine to relax you, perhaps? A bite to eat, and get to know some of my girls?"

"Thank you," said Derran quietly. There were no other men in the saloon, but he could hear distant moans of pleasure and rhythmic bumping noises that suggested some rooms were currently occupied. When the wine came he gulped it nervously, and made a face; it was terribly strong and sweet, a cheap brew that clung to his palate. Nonetheless he drained the glass, and looked around at the girls.

Most of them were very young, not more than nineteen or twenty, with slim girlish figures clad in brightly-coloured, tight-fitting dresses with daring slits in the skirts that showed their stockings and impossibly lacy garters. A couple of them had their tits out, their little pink nipples thrust skywards by the necklines of their dresses. One of them, a blonde with pouting red-painted lips, settled herself on his lap and gave him a knowing smile far older than her years.

"My, my," she said coquettishly. "You're a lot of man, aren't you? Girls," she said over her shoulder, "I think we could fit at least three more of us on this gent's lap."

"Only because our arses aren't the size of yours, Katrice," said one of them teasingly, prompting a gale of laughter from the assembled company. Derran smiled; he had never witnessed this sort of banter amongst women and it was very refreshing, far more so than the dreadful brew he'd been served. The blonde girl stuck out her tongue. "You watch your cheek, Mariel," she said.

Mariel smiled wickedly. "Three more, you say?" she asked. "Chalisa, Sheri -- come on."

Before he knew what was happening, all three of them had joined Katrice on his lap, two to each leg. Much laughter ensued, as if this was the most hilarious thing they had ever done. The warmth of their bottoms radiated through his clothing and he was suddenly aware of just how much female flesh was on display and within easy reach; however, he was unsure of the protocol and did not want to be too forward for fear of being ejected from the place. One of them, the one called Sheri, whispered in his ear, "These tits were made for sucking, sweetheart." 

Emboldened by alcohol and lust he bent his head and ran his tongue lightly over the top of her breast before giving in to the urge to engulf her nipple with his mouth. The girls cheered, and he suckled harder as his hand found another breast, possibly Mariel's. He was becoming painfully erect already. He hoped it wouldn't be too long before he would be permitted to take one of them off and fuck her. Or maybe even two of them...was that allowed? It would probably be expensive if so.

Just then a man appeared, accompanied by a tall, curvy dark-haired lady who looked somewhat older than the girls sitting on him. He looked at Derran and grinned. "You lucky dog," he remarked. "My castle for such legs as yours."

"Which of your many castles would that be, Leon?" teased Chalisa. But Derran barely registered the laughter this time. His attention was fixed on the woman with Leon. 

In spite of her dark hair she had creamy-pale skin, apart from a slight flush to her cheeks presumably from exertion, and large eyes of such a deep green that he was reminded of fir trees and holly. She wore a gown much like the other girls, except that it was made of a dark red material and did not have any trimmings. He guessed her to be about thirty, maybe thirty-five, and she was very tall for a woman -- at least six feet at a guess. Her eyes met his and he caught a flash of fire as she looked him over. She smiled -- not the big, come-hither smile of the other whores, but a small knowing smile that hinted of more practised pleasures than her brash young colleagues could hope to bestow.

Derran smiled back, suddenly shy -- and yet he knew that he had to have this woman, even if it cost him all of his hard-earned coin.

"Madam," he said politely as she saw his empty goblet and came over with the wine flagon. "May I -- may I have the pleasure of that lady's company?" 

He indicated the gorgeous brunette who was still standing in the archway that led to the rooms, still looking at him, and still smiling that beguiling little smile. The four girls on his lap, sensing that they were not going to be needed here much longer, were now removing themselves one by one and transferring their attention to another gentleman who had just been shown in and was sitting in one of the other chairs.

"In that lady's case it is her decision," said Madam Elise. "Estara is, shall we say, not one of the common number here. She is an extremely accomplished whore who has worked for me for many years, and her time does not come cheaply. If she accepts you, it will be forty-five silver coins for as long as she chooses to entertain you -- so you had better be prepared to give as much as you receive if you want to get value for your money!"

Forty-five silver...that was certainly a high price. But Derran had it to spare and if she made good on the promise contained in that smile, it would be worth every coin.

Madam looked enquiringly at Estara, who nodded briefly. Derran counted out the money into Madam's outstretched hand, still gazing at his soon-to-be partner for the evening, taking in her narrow waist and generously rounded hips and her full, firm breasts. As she walked towards him, her pelvis swayed hypnotically and her long tapered legs were exposed in all their glory by the outrageous slits in her skirt. Hunger for her coursed through him, and on a whim he added five more silver coins to the pile in Madam's hand. 

"A generous customer!" she exclaimed. "Thank you kindly, sir."

"See that she gets that," he said quietly. "I will be checking."

Madam nodded, although she looked disappointed. "Of course, sir," she said.

Suddenly he wished he had given the tip to Estara personally. But all thoughts of money melted away as she reached his side and took his hand.

"Good evening," she said. Her accent, unlike the other girls, was cultured, and her voice was rich and vibrant. "I am Estara. And you are...?"

"Derran, my lady," he said, kissing her hand. "Delighted to make your acquaintance."

"Come with me," she said, not letting go of his hand. Eagerly he allowed her to lead him into a large airy room containing the most luxurious bed he had ever seen. But it was not the bed she took him to but the chair next to it. When he was sitting down she climbed astride him and kissed him, deeply and with real passion, her tongue gently massaging his. She tasted incredible -- fresh and clean and ever so slightly spicy. He placed his hands on the sides of her waist; his fingers were so long that the tips nearly met around her back. She gave a little moan and pressed herself closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair and over his broad shoulders. He kissed her back for all he was worth, copying her moans and, in spite of the insistent throbbing and hardness between his legs, hoping for nothing more than to go on kissing her forever.

"I wanted you as soon as I saw you," she whispered into his ear, running her tongue up the side of his neck and making him gasp with surprise and delight. "I couldn't let those little girls take you on, thinking they've got what it takes to please such a man."

"What do you think it takes?" he asked breathlessly. Being relatively inexperienced he genuinely didn't know exactly what he wanted -- only that he wanted something more fulfilling than a quick screw with a girl who didn't understand him.

"Patience," she said. "Time. Passion." She punctuated each word with long, slow kisses that made his head spin. "Guidance. Affection. Me."

She was on her knees in front of him now, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing each inch of skin as it was exposed to her. "Such a gorgeous boy," she purred. "And so neglected. I'm going to make you feel like a god. And I'm going to make you come so hard and so often that you'll be dry for weeks."

Derran gazed down at her in disbelief. How could he have lived twenty-eight years and never known such women existed? No wonder she was so prized here, if she did this to every man who entered her bedchamber! And, although he was no expert on the subject, he got the impression that her desire for him was real, not something put on, and that she actually enjoyed her work. 

He was impatient to see her naked. She had his shirt off now and he wanted to feel her skin against his and to look at her beauty. He hadn't realised it until now but her dress fastened up with hooks and eyes, all the way down the length. She seemed to guess what he wanted for she stood up and guided his hands to the top fastening.

"That's right," she said as he began to undo them, trying to be patient and do it one fastening at a time but finding that they were coming undone two or three at a time because his hands were so large. "Unwrap me like the best present you'll ever receive."

"You are the best present I'll ever receive," he murmured. He was down to her navel now. The musky scent of her body was driving him wild and it was with difficulty that he didn't just rip the garment off in one go.

She chuckled. "People don't normally pay for presents."

"I think you are a gift from the gods, Estara."

"Oh, you sweet man," she said, sounding genuinely touched. He looked up at her and her big beautiful green eyes were shining with pleasure at his compliment. She stroked his face and neck lovingly. "You're not like most men who come here, are you?"

"How so?" he wanted to know. Finally that accursed dress was fully open and he was able to look at her. She was perfect. She had a real woman's body, with voluptuous hips and large heavy breasts with big dark nipples. He was momentarily shocked to find that she had shaved down below, but when he reached out and touched her carefully there and found how unbelievably soft the folds of skin were, and how wet with arousal she was, he knew why she had done it -- it was to give her clients greater access to and pleasure from her tight little cunt. She moaned sweetly and ground herself against his hand so that two of his fingers slipped inside her, putting her own hands on his shoulders for support, then began to move her hips back and forth, literally riding his hand.

"Oh, gods above," growled Derran, forgetting all about his unanswered question. She was so open, so unashamed of her desires and so unafraid of what anyone thought of her...and if she had been beautiful before, she was utterly stunning now, fucking his fingers with her pretty face showing every last little bit of pleasure she was taking from him.

"Oh, gods," he repeated. "Oh, Estara, do everything to me." 

He reached out his other hand and ran it all over her body, pausing only to squeeze the ripe curves of her buttocks and breasts. When his fingers pinched her nipple she gave a little cry and held his hand there, at the same time pulling his head to her other breast. Sensing her need he flicked his tongue over the nipple in his mouth whilst gently tugging at the one in his hand. 

"Oh yes," she whispered. "Oh...oh, yes, yes...oh, I'm going to come all over your hand..."

And with that promise he felt her cunt clench around his fingers, and a sudden gush of juice soaked him all the way to his wrist, trickling down his forearm. He knew that he would never forget the sounds she made either, those guttural cries interspersed with high-pitched panting as she fought for breath. Once she said his name, and he thought it had never sounded sweeter.

"Mmmmm," she breathed, slowing down finally and smiling at him, cat-like in her satisfaction. "Oh, thank you. What gorgeous big thick fingers you have and what a lovely talented mouth." She kissed him again and then guided his sopping hand to his mouth. "Taste what you did to me, you horny boy."

Derran was literally speechless as he gazed at her. He had never imagined that it could be like this -- that a female could take what she wanted so wantonly and give such wonderful praise -- and he loved it. He wanted every lover he ever had to be this way from now on. Her juice was liquid heaven; next time he came here -- and there would definitely be a next time -- he would forgo the nasty wine and drink Estara instead. He licked himself clean and then stood up, and she seized the opportunity to strip his bottom half too. His cock sprang out so forcefully that it slapped against his stomach. She chuckled with glee.

"I've been looking forward to this," she said, as if she had been waiting for it for weeks or months rather than a matter of minutes...or was it hours? Derran had lost all sense of time. She took hold of his cock and literally led him by it towards the bed. 

"Lie down," she told him. He found the bed beautifully soft but firm too -- a lot like its owner, he thought wryly. His legs hung over the end but he was used to that. She lay down next to him and kissed him again, running her hand down his front until it found his cock again. To his amazement she began to stroke it up and down, the way he did when pleasuring himself -- only she seemed to have mastered the technique even better than he had.

"Oh," he gasped as the pleasure began to build up, far faster than he was expecting it to. "I'm going to --"

"No, you aren't," she said mischievously, and her hand slowed down. He groaned with frustration and tried to fuck her hand, but she only laughed and slapped his cock playfully.

"Not yet," she whispered. 

"Please."

"Such a well-mannered boy." Her hand began to speed up. "I'm going to make you come all over yourself and then lick it all up and swallow every drop."

"Stop it," he gasped, turned on beyond bearing by her words. "I'm not going to be able to hold back. And I want to make love to you." He had expected to say 'fuck' rather than 'make love' -- where had that come from? he wondered.

"You're adorable," she said, kissing him again as she slowed down once more. "I want you all night, big man, so there'll be plenty of opportunity to do everything you want to."

"All night?" He could hardly believe his luck. "Really?"

"Really." 

Her mouth tasted so good, and the words she spoke were just as delicious. There was no holding back this time, and she knew it. "Moan into my mouth," she whispered as she kissed him again. And he did -- long, loud, deep moans that seemed to rise up from his very core. He was vaguely aware of being splattered by his own fluid and that only made his climax more intense. He hoped she was going to keep her word...and then he felt her warm tongue sweeping over his stomach, and sighed happily.

"Very tasty," she said, licking her lips salaciously. He smiled down at her and shook his head in disbelief. 

"What's wrong?" she asked, suddenly concerned. "Absolutely nothing," he told her, stroking her cheek. "I'm just not sure that I didn't dream you up and that I'm not going to wake up alone."

She smiled, and rested her head on his chest. "Not tonight," she said softly. "Not tonight."

They lay there for a while, holding one another and drifting in and out of sleep. Derran woke from blissful dozing to find Estara licking and sucking his cock, which had recovered from the pleasure of earlier and was now hard again.

"Mmmm," he sighed as her soft wet mouth slid up and down. She made the same sound, followed by that throaty chuckle of hers he was getting to know and love. He watched her for a while, fascinated by how much she seemed to be enjoying it and relishing the wonderful sensations it was giving him. Suddenly he was overtaken by the longing to have her on her back so that he could explore that hot body of hers. When she came up for a rest he said, "Come and lie down."

"All right," she said, doing so. She looked vulnerable somehow, lying there with her legs apart and gazing up at him with those bewitching eyes of hers. He knelt between her legs and began to run his hands lightly over her body, enjoying how smooth her skin was. Her nipples stiffened, and her breathing became deeper as she responded to his touch. He leaned down and kissed her lips, then let his mouth go on a tour of her whole body, his hands still traversing her curves, her little breathy sighs and moans making him impatient to have his cock in her. He couldn't believe he hadn't done so yet...and yet he still held out. The taste of her juice still lingered at the back of his mouth and he wanted more. His mouth was hovering over her pussy. He kissed it lightly and this time it was her turn to groan in frustration and his turn to laugh delightedly.

"Eat me, Giantblood," she said, and the tone was as pleading as it was threatening. Derran had not been called that by a woman before; technically it was an insult, but coming from her and said in that way it sounded incredibly erotic. "Eat me or it'll be the worse for you."

I think not, he thought wickedly as he ran his tongue up her slit. She was delectable, a feast to be savoured and he intended to make the most of it. She moaned and ground her cunt into his face. In response he put his hands on her thighs to hold her down, knowing she would not be able to fight him off. She tried all the same though, and did a creditable job of it -- but he was much stronger than her and they both knew it. She grabbed his hair and pulled on it, trying to make him do her bidding that way. But he had suffered worse in his years of living in the mountains and, although doing so made him grit his teeth against the pain, he still held off.