0 comments/ 10378 views/ 3 favorites Lena By: GL1200A Authors Note: This is not only a true story (the names have been changed to protect the guilty), the locations are correct and the individuals involved are fairly normal human beings. I do not measure my prick from my asshole, but from the top where it meets my abdomen. It is 6 1/2" long and the same circumference. The lady in this story has a normal vagina (fairly snug) and does not spout "gallons" on orgasm. This is not to say that she does nothing, as she had one of the sweetest pussies I've ever tasted and when she did cum, there was a slow and steady flow of pure honey from her. * I arrived at Subic Bay Naval Station in early September 1958 as an ambitious and horny 19 year old Marine PFC, after a slow (almost four week) trip on the USNS David C. Shanks, one of the scroungiest scum buckets afloat. The first three days at my new duty station were spent in indoctrination, and with the rest of the newcomers, I was restricted to base while we taught all about our future duties as base security forces and what problems we faced if we violated any of the local laws. This was extremely important as the Philippines were basically under the old Spanish codes and punishment could be severe for even minor infractions. We were not under restriction as punishment, and we did spend considerable time during the evening getting acquainted with San Miguel beer at the base EM Club. Allow me to describe the metropolis of Olongapo to you. The town consisted of one main street about two miles long, and was confined between two mountainous ridges that kept it from spreading more than a half mile at its greatest. In this town, were approximately two hundred bars, taverns and night clubs. Add to this another one hundred or so "sari-sari" stores (sort of like mini 7-11's) where you could purchase among other things various alcoholic beverages. The actual bars, depending on size "employed" anywhere from 2 or 3 to as many as 100 hostesses to keep servicemen (stationed there or fleet) occupied and spending their hard earned cash. I made my first trip into town on my fourth day there in the company of several of the Old Salts, and the first place we headed was Arriola's Bar and Grill located about halfway through town right next to the big mostly open air public market. This time, I was going to do some serious drinking, and see if I could take care of a rather "hard" problem. A word of warning, youngsters should beware of San Miguel beer, as the version that the islands are famous for is a true Pilsner at 14 percent alcohol, and it definitely takes some time to build up a tolerance for this potent brew. As the guard company ran from noon to noon for your duty days, this meant that we were getting started around 1300 hours, and it was possible to get plastered before sundown. As the rounds of beer were consumed, the hostesses serving our table kept changing, but around number four, this one young lady stared to hang over my shoulder asking if I would by her a drink or two. I finally looked back over my shoulder to take a long look, and discovered that she was just one of the most beautiful women that I had ever seen in my few short years. Her name was Lena (not her real name), and she was only 4'8" tall, and weighed 80 lbs, soaking wet. She was the daughter of a Filipina mother and a Scottish merchant marine father and had an absolutely fantastic figure. Picture in your mind, 32B-22-30 with a light brown skin and freckles across her face. Her crowning glory was a head of gleaming black hair that hung halfway down her back and add a voice that would melt the heart of a statue. After one more beer, I discovered that I was at least legally under the influence, I asked Lena if she would be interested in going out to dinner somewhere, and in showing me what was interesting in town before and after the meal. Lena's almost instant response was that she would be delighted, but that she would need to change into something a little more appropriate for going out in public, and would I mind escorting her to her apartment. As we climbed the outside stairs to her second floor apartment with her leading the way, there was no way in hell that I could fail to appreciate the shape of her gorgeous rear and the slow figure eights that her little buns made at each step. Her apartment turned out to be your basic one room w/ bath studio, and she invited me in to wait while she changed. I asked her about her privacy (I was always a gentleman with all women regardless of their employment or station in life) and Lena told me to just sit on the bed and look toward the door. I complied, and shortly, I heard several items of clothing whispering off her body and gently flop onto the floor. I cheated - I turned my head to take a quick look, and froze. Next was my voice croaking out "Oh My God!". She turned at the sound of my voice and just stood there - the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Absolutely the most flawless skin I have seen in my life. Eyes Slightly wide, and lips parted as if she wanted to say something. Slowly staring down from her dark brown eyes, past the slender throat to a pair of perfectly shaped breasts. These twin fountains of life being B cup were full and had no sag whatsoever. The areolas were the color of mahogany and her nipples were three quarters of a inch long and were a half inch in diameter. As my gaze fell further, I delighted over her taut flat stomach and then skipped down to her feet. From there, I worked my way slowly up her lithe legs to the junction of her thighs were her vagina was only slightly hidden by her pubic hair that ran on up her mound in a small natural triangle. After several minutes that seemed to last three or four lifetimes, I said quietly "Lena, please come to me" only hoping that she would. Lena came around to the side of the bed and stopped about two paces in front of me. I was overwhelmed with desire for this woman and asked her to come closer. When she stopped again, I reached for her hands and warmly kissed first the backs, and then the palms. I then slowly and gently pulled her arms down and towards me bringing her face to mine as I sat on the edge of her bed. As our faces met, I first just brushed her lips with mine and then gave her several soft kisses all over her face before returning to her lips to give them more serious attention. A few soft kisses on her lips, and I felt her lips part and her delicate tongue began to brush mine an invitation that I couldn't possibly refuse. As our tongues dueled, the two of us started to lean back onto the bed. By this time, my brain, what little part of it that was still functioning, had ordered "Junior" to stand at attention. "Junior taking this order to heart tried his best to imitate a bar of cold rolled steel. When we toppled, Lena fell full length on top of me, right on top of "Junior". She raised up part way, got very wide eyed and then wiggled several times before falling the rest of the way back to my face and restarted the tongue duel that had been interrupted. After about fifteen minutes of deep kissing and wiggling, Lena rolled off me and asked me to "please take of your uniform", which I was extremely happy to do for two reasons. First, was to be able to put us skin to skin and second, was to allow the front of my trousers to dry before I had to appear in public again. Back on her bed, we lay side by side for a while letting our fingers explore each other. She slowly rubbed my chest with one hand and the other took full measure of my penis. I played with her beautiful breasts (paying special attention to her perfect nipples) and used my free hand to investigate that warm and wonderful place between her legs. I rolled her gently onto her back and started kissing her on her forehead as a beginning, and worked my way down her face, on down her neck and then to her breasts where I spent some time before continuing on down the rest her flat stomach and then the rest of the way to her left foot. At this point I reversed direction and reaching her mound I went down to her other foot and slowly up the inside of her leg to her lightly furred pussy. Her fragrance was heavenly. Sweet and delicately musky, I pushed my tongue between her nether lips and started licking it from one end to the other. At the top, I would flick her clit with my tongue and at the bottom I would flip the edge of her "taint" and the plunge my tongue deep (I can muster about 2 1/2" of exposed tongue) into her nest. I've always been a slow lover, and it is a tossup as to which I enjoy more, eating pussy, or down and nasty fucking. I took plenty of time with Lena, and lost count of how many orgasms she had, but after an hour of "lunch at the 'y'", Lena let out a shriek and passed out. She came to after a few minutes, I and took her and rolled her on top of me where she raised up and very slowly engulfed my raging erection. It was like sliding into hot velvet. There have been very few women in my life that have felt that good. For a woman that had been working the bars for ten years, I was amazed at how snug the fit was, and that was only the beginning. She had muscles in there that were like those possessed by few and trained like even less. As I plunged her depths, with her on top, I could feel my prick bouncing across her cervix with each stroke. I had her stop moving for a while and while in as far as I could go, started flexing my penis inside her causing the head to swell and contract. Lena went wild, she wiggled without raising herself, and began a screaming orgasm that left her just barely conscious. As she slowly calmed down, she asked if I had cum yet, and I told her that I was just beginning to build up a decent head of steam. With that, I rolled her on her back without pulling out of her pussy and proceeded to fuck her bowlegged for another twenty minutes until I shot my load into her as she came one last time. After we finished, we spent a good half hour playing and scrubbing in her shower before getting dried off and finally dressing to got out for dinner. All in all, we had spent almost two and a half hours in passionate love making. We went to dinner in one of the few decent restaurants in Olongapo, took in a movie and returned to her apartment for a repeat performance. Two weeks later (after many more sessions at her place), my pay records caught up with me and with three months pay in my pocket, I violated base regulations and acquired a second story apartment next door to the "Grandilla" and Lena moved in with me. We were living together for over a year, when her mother died, and she moved back to the island of Leyte to take care of several younger siblings until they were old enough to be on their own. It is now forty-nine years later, and from time to time, I still think about Lena and wish that I had been brave enough to face the mandatory six months in the brig for getting married without military consent. * Copyright 2/6/2007 by Lightning P.S. After Lena left, as I was only twenty years old at the time, I didn't remain celibate for long. Three days later, while having a San Miguel at the White House bar just outside the main gate I meet Angelita, but that's another tale (tail). Lena Lena sat in the tub, the follow of steaming water coming down on her from the shower head. Blood streaked though the water to descend down the drain, every part of her ached. Had it all just happened? Lena breathed in as she yawned, the sunlight flooding into her eyes form the window just above. The birds seemed to welcome her with song as the last moments of her dreams slipped away. Lena's day off, and she was already making a check list of what she intended to do. Watch an old movie, read the rest of her book, eat the remaining ice cream in the freezer, all the things she was looking forward to... But she wanted to shower first. She walked to the bathroom, undressed, pressed the plastic curtain aside and slid in. The shower sent water down on her like rain and she quickly found a tune to sing. She soaped her arms and legs slowly, savoring each claiming moment. Lena dropped some shampoo into her palm and scrubbed her head. She closed her eyes as the suds and water filled her ears and turned to rest her arms on the wall under the shower head... Once the soap was washed away she turned around and there he stood. An average sized man, most likely in his late 20's staring back at her, standing in her shower, grey eyes tracing rounds over her flesh like she was a travel brochure. The hair rose over her body, touched by his gaze. Her heart quickened as he stepped closer and Lena flattened herself against the wall of the shower. He moved in like an owl to a mouse, pressing the lower part of his body against her own and used one hand to hold her wrists above her head. Lena groaned and shifted on the wall, her intruder's knee sliding between hers, his denim jeans pulling at the soft skin of her white legs. His t-shirt plastered to the muscles of his chest as water beat down on them. Lena shut her eyes as his face came closer; his light, brown-spice sent invading her nose. "Be a good girl, Lena..." he breathed, his mouth not an inch form her lips. She squeezed her eyes tighter, her legs bumping the sides of his knee as she squirmed. Lena could feel the stiffness of him pressing against her hip, sending chills racing up her spine each time it bumped her. He bought her arms down between them and tied her wrist together with the string form her lufa. Neither spoke as he worked. Lena watched his face, his eyes burning with anger, teeth clenching with need. He let her wrists drop and unzipped himself form his jeans, he hardened the rest of the way as soon as he was free. He urged her legs apart with his knee, and brought his face down to hers again. He kissed her softly, smiling as he claimed her lips. It was a simple kiss, but enough to stir reactions from her. Her beasts tightened, the muscles through her body began to cramp. Desire began pooling between her legs driving her ever closer to the edge of her sanity. Soon after, he pulled his lips away, the devil dancing in his eyes. "Wrap your legs around me." He commanded, when Lena didn't move he forced his knee up farther, tearing the muscles of her thighs. She cried out and threw her thick legs around him. "Stop..." she whimpered. "Not until I have you..." He growled and bought his head down to take one hard nipple into his mouth. "Stop-" Her eyes shot open and she cut herself off in a scream as his teeth pinched her sensitive nub. Her body started grinding up against him, dragging the nude flesh of her body against the hardness of his, pressing her breast eagerly into his mouth. The tip of his tough lashed out against the excited peak, the action forced her body in a total out burst, she buckled and squirmed, trapped between him and the wall, water still pelting them, teasing the flushed areas of her skin. He pulled his mouth from her, both of them breathing raggedly. He entered her without warring, pressing himself to her virgin core, rousing a scream from her as she tossed her head back. Her dry insides gripped him like an iron vice and she screamed out each slow time he pressed into her. "Please, don't..." she moaned as the rest of his body came up against her. He clutched at her hips, driving her into the wall. The sent of Lena's shampoo invaded both their noses. He pulled from her only to press back in, sweet and slow. Her walls stretched around him with each slight move, adjusting to fit him as he tortured her. His breath came in short burst, fiery against her skin. He growled in his throat as he filled her to the max, delighting in the feel of her walls quivering around him. He urged her legs away form his hips and shifted his arms up under her knees. Wrapping his hands around her back, he pulled her in against him and pounded into her. With each stroke her soft moans became screams until her walls tightened down on him, he plunged in as deep as he could on his release, screaming out her name as she buried her fingers in his shoulders. Darkness closed in a Lena as she climaxed. Her thoughts where begging for it all to stop, knowing she'd lose it if this man finished her. She cried for it to end. On his finishing thrust she felt reality slip away. Lena sat in the tub, the follow of steaming water coming down on her from the shower head. Blood streaked though the water to descend down the drain, every part of her ached. Had it all just happened? Lena allein in der Sauna Ich war leider wieder Single seid ein paar Wochen. Mein Freund hatte sich für eine andere Entschieden. Blöd. Blöd für ihn. Sollte er doch bleiben wo der Pfeffer wächst. Er fehlte mir auch gar nicht. OK, das stimmt nicht. Etwas fehlte mir schon, die Zärtlichkeiten, der Sex. Ja, des Sex *seufz*. Alleine war es nicht das gleiche. Und obwohl es genug Interessenten gab, hatte ich derzeit einfach keine Lust auf sie. Ich hatte nicht den Eindruck das einer von denen auch nur annähernd so verrückte Sachen tun würde wie mein Ex. Und auch wenn ich oft vor Scham in den Boden versunken wäre, hatten sie mich doch sehr angemacht. Jetzt, ohne ihn, war ich wohl eher wieder die brave junge Frau von früher. *seufz* Wir hatten Herbst, die Bäume verloren ihre Blätter. Das Wetter war Nasskalt geworden... genau die richtige Zeit sich in der Sauna an den Sommer zu erinnern. Ich hatte mich eigentlich mit einer Freundin verabredet, aber sie rief am Nachmittag an und sagte ab. Ich fands sehr ärgerlich... schließlich hatte ich mich die ganze Woche darauf gefreut. Ich entschloss nicht alleine zu gehen... irgendwie hatte ich oft den Eindruck in der Sauna angegafft zu werden und alleine war mir das irgendwie unangenehm. Nach dem Abendbrot setzte ich mich auf die Couch... Erinnerungen an meinen Exfreund kamen hoch. Irgendwie war das alles doch scheiße. Ich versuchte ein Buch zu lesen, machte den Laptop an... aber nix half. Schon 19 Uhr. Ich dachte an die Sauna und fasste dann den Entschluss doch noch in die Sauna zu gehen. Schnappte mir meine Tasche und ohne viel weiter drüber nachzudenken fuhr ich in die Saunalandschaft. Nachdem ich meine Klamotten abgelegt hatte, schnürte ich mir züchtig den Bademantel um und lief über das Gelände. Heute Abend war irgendwie überhaupt nichts los, nur ein paar Paare und vereinzelt mal ein Mann. Schade, ich hatte irgendwie gehofft das zufällig ne Gruppe von jungen Leuten so wie ich da war, wo man sich vielleicht hätte anschließen können. Ich ging zur Finischen Sauna, das schien mir gerade das richtige zu sein. Ich zog meinen Bademantel im Vorraum aus, nahm mein Handtuch vor meinen Körper und ging schnell in die Sauna. Zu meiner Erleichterung stellte ich fest, dass sie leer war. Prima, da konnte ich mich auch mal wieder hinlegen ohne Gefahr zu laufen bespannt zu werden. Ich legte mich auf die mittlere Bank und fing an mich zu entspannen. Meine Augen waren geschlossen als ich ein Geräusch hörte. Jemand kam in die Sauna. Ich grummelte innerlich, lies die Augen aber geschlossen und genoss weiter die Wärme. Langsam spürte ich die Wärme auf meiner Haut, die ersten kleinen Schweißperlen bildeten sich. Ich öffnete meine Augen. Knapp einen halben Meter hinter meinem Fußende saß ein älterer Mann. Er schaute auch gerade zu mir rüber, so das sich unsere Blicke kurz trafen. Na klasse, wie lange hatte er mich wohl schon beobachtet. Unwirkürlich presste ich meine Beine noch ein wenig fester zusammen, alles wollte ich ihm wahrlich nicht präsentieren. Er schaute wieder weg aber ich musterte ihn weiter. Dafür dass er locker an die 50 Jahre alt war, und damit mehr als doppelte so alt wie ich, sah er gar nicht mal so schlecht aus. Ich schloss die Augen wieder. Es war so wunderbar warm hier, auch wenn sich dadurch immer mehr Schweißperlen auf meiner Haut bildeten. Ich fing an mir den Schweiß mit meinen Händen von den Armen abzustreifen und die Hände an meinem Handtuch abzutrocknen. Meine Hand wanderte auf meinen Bauch und strich einmal darüber, auch hier wanderten die Schweißperlen brav vom Bauch über die Seite auf mein Handtuch. Die Berührung tat mir gut. Ich machte die Augen auf. Der Mann saß fast regungslos auf seinem Handtuch, aber auch bei ihm bildeten sich immer mehr Schweißperlen. Eigentlich ein schöner Anblick -- schoss es mir durch den Kopf. Ich strich wieder über meine Arme, da fing auch er an sich zu bewegen und es mir gleich zu tun. Er strich über seine Arme, seine Beine und auch seine Brust. Ich beneidete ihn, irgendwie hatte ich doch Hemmungen mir hier über meine nackten Brüste zu streichen. Für Männer war das einfacher. Nachdem er fertig war, schloss er seine Augen und entspannte sich wieder. Ich machte meine Augen auch wieder zu und meine Hand wanderte wieder über meinen Bauch. Ach scheiße, dachte ich mir, warum eigentlich nicht. Ich nahm meinen Mut zusammen und strich mit meiner Hand über meinen Busen. Meine Nippel reagierten sofort und wurden hart. Das hatte ich nun nicht beabsichtigt. Naja... ich dachte er hat seine Augen bestimmt noch geschlossen, daher würde mich ja keiner sehen. Und schon strich meine Hand auch ein zweites Mal über meine beiden Brüste. Das tat gut. Was mich in dem Moment geritten hat, weis ich auch nicht, aber ich im nächsten Moment wischte ich auch schon wieder über meinen Bauch und ging dabei auch tiefer, um auch meinen Venushügel der Schweißperlen zu berauben. Ich öffnete die Augen und erschrak. Der Mann schaute zu mir rüber, er hatte wohl alles mitbekommen. In seinen Augen konnte ich Lust erkennen. Ich schaute an ihn runter und sah dass sein Schwanz ein Stück größer geworden war. Ach herjeh. Ich ignorierte den Impuls aus der Sauna zu laufen und den Bademeister zu rufen. Schließlich war ich ja auch irgendwie Schuld an seiner Misere. Und -- der Gedanke machte mir allerdings auch Angst -- es gefiel mir das ich ihn offensichtlich erregte. Er fing wieder an, sich seine Schweißperlen abzustreifen. Wie in Trance tat ich es ihm gleich, erst an den Armen, dann über den Bauch, und auch wieder genüsslich über meine Brüste. Meine Beine waren schon lange nicht mehr aneinander gepresst, aber mich zu öffnen traute ich mich natürlich auch nicht. Allerdings wurde es langsam so warm, dass ich bald die Sauna verlassen müsste. Ich stemmte mich mit meinen Armen hoch, so gut es ging, um in eine aufrechte Position zu kommen. Bequem war aber was anderes, ich überlegte wie ich mich nun hinsetzen konnte. Irgendwie wollte ich dass er mich auch weiter betrachten kann. Ich entscheid mich dann kurzerhand in den Schneidersitz zu wechseln, was natürlich bedeutet dass ich meine Beine öffnen musste... weit öffnen musste. Gedacht -- getan. Nun saß ich seitlich von ihm im Schneidersitz, ich wusste das er aus dieser Position nun auch gut meine glatt rasierte Spalte sehen konnte... die sicher auch ein klein wenig offen stand. Ich strich wieder über meine Arme und meine Brüste. Er schaute wieder rüber, unsere Blicke trafen uns. Ich glaube viel fehlte nicht, damit ihm die Augen aus den Kopf gehüpft wären. Sein Schwanz hüpfte ein wenig und wurde mehr und mehr steif, wie ich mit Erschrecken und Genugtuung zugleich feststellte. Meine Hand wanderte tiefer, über meinen Bauch, über meinen Venushügel und diesmal strich ich auch kurz über meine Schamlippen. Wahnsinn, bei der Berührung hätte ich beinahe einen kurzen Schrei ausgestoßen, so erregt war ich schon. Wo sollte das noch hinführen? Ich sah seine Hand zu seinem Schwanz wandern, dann umschloss seine Hand seinen Schwanz und führte eine wixxende Bewegung aus. Und anstatt entsetzt zu reagieren, gefiel es mir auch noch. Ich merkte aber, das es mir hier viel zu warm wurde... also musste ich das ganz beenden. Ich stand auf, nahm mein Handtuch und verließ die Sauna. Ich gönnte ihm noch eine schöne Ansicht auf meinen Hintern, wohl wissend das der arme Mann erstmal nicht so schnell aus der Sauna flüchten konnte. Draußen angekommen ging ich erstmal unter die Dusche. Das kalte Wasser tat gut, meine Sinne wurden wieder klarer. Mein Gott, was hatte ich mir nur dabei gedacht. Ich überlegte kurz die Sauna schnell zu verlassen, aber dachte mir dann auch: eigentlich doch quatsch. Und auch ein teurer Spaß. Also ging ich erstmal ins Abkühlbecken eine Runde schwimmen. Der nächste Saunagang verlief ohne Störung. Eigentlich fast schade, wie ich dann dachte und mich sofort für diesen Gedanken verurteilte. Den Mann hatte ich nur kurz aus der Sauna kommen sehen, sein Schwanz war wieder Saunatauglich auf Normalgröße geschrumpft. Danach hatte ich ihn aber aus den Augen verloren. Zum Schluss wollte ich noch in die Dampfsauna gehen. Ich legte meine Sachen im Vorraum ab und betrat die Dampfsauna. Erwartungsgemäß war niemand hier. Ich spülte mit dem Wasserschlauch eine der Bänke ab und setzte mich darauf. Der Wasserdampf empfing mich, hier brauchte ich gar nicht darauf zu warten zu schwitzen, sofort war ich klatsch nass. Aber ich war alleine, ein riesiger Vorteil. Sanft wanderten meine Hände über meinen Körper. Arme, Bauch, Beine. Ich dachte an die Finnische Sauna zurück. Das ganze war doch ganz schon erregend gewesen. Da ich alleine war, stand ich auf. So im stehen konnte ich mich viel besser abstreifen. Meine Hand wanderte über meinen Körper, meinen Po, meinen Bauch, meine Brüste und wieder über den Bauch, über meinen Venushügel direkt zu meiner Spalte. Ah ja, das brauchte ich jetzt. Natürlich war die Gefahr da, dass jemand herein kam. Aber es war ja nicht mehr viel los und außerdem war die Sicht sehr schlecht, also war es unwahrscheinlich das mich jemand erwischte. Ich strich ein weiteres mal über meine Schamlippen. Da sprang auf einmal die Tür auf und der Mann aus der Finnischen Sauna kam herein. Er schaute mich total verdutzt ein, meine Hand klemmte noch zwischen meinen Beinen. Ich konnte nicht anders als mich einfach nach hinten auf die Bank fallen zu lassen. Verschämt nahm ich die Hand weg und stütze mich mit beiden Händen neben mir auf der Bank ab. Mein Blick war zum Boden gerichtet. Er kam ganz in die Dampfsauna und schloss die Tür. Dann nahm er einen Schlauch und spritze sich die Bank neben mir ab. Ich riskierte einen Blick und sah dass sein Schwanz schon wieder deutlich steif wurde. Ich brauchte mir also keine Gedanken zu machen, was er gesehen hatte... er hatte alles gesehen und sich auch die richtigen Schlüsse gezogen. Na prima. Ich wollte vor Scham in den Erdboden versinken, aber so sehr ich auch gegen die Fliesen drückte, sie wollte mich nicht einlassen. Puh war das warm. Ich strich wieder über meine Arme und Beine. Er tat das selbe, wie ich aus den Augenwinkel sehen konnte. Ich lehnte mich zurück. Heiß... die Wand hinter mir war recht heiß vom Wasserdampf. Aber zum Glück kühlte das schnell ab. Er tat es mir gleich und ich schaute kurz rüber. Unsere Blicke trafen sich wieder und ich konnte wieder seine Lust sehen. Sein Schwanz stand leicht in die Höhe, offensichtlich machte ihm das nichts aus. Ich sah seine Hand zu seinem Schwanz wandern und er fing an sich zu streicheln. Eigentlich hätte ich rennen sollen, aber irgendwie erregte mich das auch. Wie von selbst fing meine Hand an über meinen Körper zu wandern, bis sie schließlich über den Venushügel meine Schamlippen erreiche. Ich streichte darüber und spürte das Kribbeln bis in jede Zelle meines Körpers. Der Mann wurde mutiger und fing an sich seinen Schwanz zu wixxen. Das machte mich an und ich nahm die Beine auseinander, um meine Spalte besser zur Geltung kommen zu lassen. Dann versank ich einen Finger in meine Spalte, ein Seufzer entfuhr mir. Lange würde ich nicht mehr brauchen, das war mir bewusst. Der Manns stand auf, ich erschrak. Was hatte er vor? Ich saß weiter auf der Bank und fingerte mich langsam und sanft während er auf mich zu kam. Schließlich stand er direkt vor mir und wixxte seinen Schwanz weiter. Er starrte wie gespannt auf meine Spalte, auf meinen Finger der sich immer wieder tief in sie hinein bewegte. Sein Schwanz stand weit voraus, seine wixxenden Bewegungen wurden immer schneller. Lange würde er das sicher nicht mehr aushalten. Dann war es soweit. Er stöhnte und der erste Spritzer seines Samens landete auf meiner Brust. Er wixxte weiter und der zweite Spritzer landete darauf... durch den Schweiß hielt sich der Samen aber gar nicht lange und wanderte zusehends über meinen Bauch. Ein dritter Spritzer, nicht mehr ganz so kraftvoll wie die ersten Beiden, erreichte meine Brust erst gar nicht mehr und landete direkt auf meinem Bauch. Ich fingerte mich immer stärker, der Anblick seines Samens auf meiner Haut war einfach zu geil. Gleichzeitig nahm ich aber mit erschrecken auf, das sein Samen immer weiter nach unten wanderte und schon meinen Venushügel erreicht hatte... gleich würde er an meinen Schamlippen ankommen. Da kam ein vierte Spritzer von ihm... obwohl... es spitze nicht mehr sondern quoll eher aus seiner Schwanzspitze. Ein dicker Strang Samen quoll aus seinem Schwanz, tropfte runter und traf genau auf meine Spalte. Das war zuviel für mich, ein Orgasmus traf mich wie ein Donnerschlag. Ich fühlte die Explosion in meinem Körper - dann stand die Zeit kurz still und ich blieb regungslos. Als ich wieder zu Sinnen kam, hörte ich nur noch wie der Mann die Dampfsauna verlies. Ich schaute an mir runter. Sein Samen hatte sich auf meinen Venushügel und an meinen Schamlippen gesammelt. Ich strich es mit meiner Hand zu Seite, so dass ich gefahrlos aufstehen konnte. Als ich unter die Dusche ging, war von dem Mann nichts mehr zu sehen... ich ruhte mich noch ein wenig auf einer der Liegen aus und dachte über das Geschehene nach. Unglaublich was ich mich getraut hatte. Vielleicht brauchte ich meinen Exfreund gar nicht mehr um über meinen Schatten zu springen. Er hatte mich ganz schön versaut -- aber der Gedanke erzeugte keine Scham sondern ein Lächeln auf meinen Lippen. Lena and Cole "I look good", Lena thought as she admired herself that evening in the gilded full-length mirror in her room. She smoothed her hands over the soft fabric of her buttercup yellow slinky sundress and turned this way and that in the mirror, checking every angle. Yellow was the right choice. Her skin had become a beautiful bronze that summer that complimented the creamy yellow color of the dress very well. Lena's sun kissed skin plus her glossy chestnut hair gave her a dark and exotic look. She smiled at herself in the mirror, "Cole is going to be turned on" she thought. And just in case her natural beauty didn't do the job, the dress she had chosen flowed just high enough along her thighs to make any man ache to see more. Cole was one of those incredibly handsome men with looks so striking it made Lena's insides ache with longing whenever she spent time with him. She met Cole before she left for the summer and every interaction with him and been flirtatious and promising but ultimately leading to nowhere. She hoped, however, that the house party she and her roommates were throwing this evening before school began would be the perfect opportunity to begin something new with Cole. She thought of him now and wondered how good he must look after the summer. Perhaps his hair was a little blonder and his skin more tan. She hoped his eyes still matched the sky. Lena had never wanted some one quite as much as she wanted Cole. She thought of his arms around her, holding her, touching her. She wanted him on top of her, inside of her, pressing into her.... Lena realized she was biting her lip and shook her head trying to shake out the thought of Cole. She tossed her loosely curled hair behind her shoulders, slipped on her heels, and headed down stairs to help her house mates get ready for the guests. The guests rolled in, in groups and couples laughing and talking. They hugged one another and chatted about their summer. The only real rule for throwing a college party is heavy on the booze, light on everything else. Lena poured drinks for herself and friends from the large assortment of different sized bottles of liquor and mixes that sat clustered on the kitchen counter. She glanced impatiently at the clock in the kitchen, when would he come? Despite being preoccupied with the thought of Cole she laughed easily and talked with friends she hadn't seen all summer while music played in the background. She was enjoying herself in spite of anxiously awaiting the arrival of Cole. She mingled with friends here and there chatting and joking with them while sipping her drink. Life swirled around her and she was beginning to feel the fuzzy affects of her margarita when her vision suddenly snapped into focus on a figure standing in the entrance way of the room. Cole. He was there, he came, and, god, he looked good. Their eyes met across the room and a wide grin spread across his face when he saw her and he nodded in her direction. Lena felt the return of that familiar ache in the core of her body at the sight of him and she knew she had to have him. He wore only a white T-shirt and ripped faded jeans that hung loose on his frame. The summer had been good to him. His tousled hair was a dirty blonde and his skin was a glowing golden tan. Even from the across the room of people his blue eyes seemed to penetrate her. As Lena sauntered over to him she was reminded of Apollo, the sun god. He wrapped his strong arms around her for a hug. She put her arms around him and explored the broadness of his back. She imagined what it would be like to run her nails down his back in a moment of ecstasy. His body was muscular and firm. Lena lost herself in him for a moment when he gently squeezed her into his chest and then released her. Still holding her arms, "How are you?" he asked. Lena gazed up to him. God, he was beautiful. His features where perfectly chiseled-- high cheekbones, and sharp brow and perfect plump lips. Those lips.... Lena thought. "What are you smiling at?" he asked. Lena blinked and realized she hadn't answered his first question. "Nothing," she smiled, trying to play it off "Um, I'm good, how are you?" Cole paused a moment, "Better, now that I'm here." Lena felt her cheeks turn hot; she glanced away, slightly embarrassed, but thrilled. "Lets get you a drink", she smiled. As Lena slid between the people in the crowded room she pulled her long hair forward over one shoulder to show off the back of her dress which exposed her tan bare back. Cole bit his lower lip at the sight of her smooth naked skin and followed her through the crowd to the kitchen counter. Lena poured him a drink and they chatted amiably at the counter about their summers. Cole said he had worked construction and Lena envisioned his body gleaming with sweat under the hot sun. She imagined his biceps rippling under his smooth skin and the muscles of his back flexing and pulling with the strain of lifting cement bags. Cole leaned back on the counter and rested his hands on the edge. Lena studied his strong forearms. She traced the hint of a vein up his lean forearm and examined how his arm broadened into solid muscle after the elbow. His white T-shirt was tight and she could just make out his developed chest muscles underneath. He was standing so close that his cologne filled her nostrils and fueled her yearning for his body even more. She wondered if he could feel the sexual heat between them as well. Cole leaned forward, placed a hand on her back and whispered in her ear; "You look incredible." His voice was low and gruff and Lena's knees went a little weak at the sound of it. And when Cole leaned back he let his hand linger on the small of her back just long enough to be considered overtly sexual. At that moment, Lena knew she had him. He wanted her just as much and she wanted him. "Thank you," she smiled back. She knew she had this beautiful man in the palm of her hand. Lena decided to make her move. "You know," she began, "I painted this really great mural in the upstairs bath room. Would you like to see it?", she smiled innocently. "Oh really?", he asked? "Mmhmm" she murmured back. "I'd love to see that." Lena smiled at him and took his hand loosely in his. She led him through the maze of people and motioned for him to head up the stairs. The truth of the matter was, there was no mural upstairs in the bathroom. To be perfectly honest there was nothing of very much interest upstairs at all, but Cole didn't know that. She had to come up with an excuse to get him away from everyone else. She wanted him alone. Lena couldn't help but smirk at her own cunning. As she mounted the stairs after Cole, she also couldn't help but notice the way his tight ass moved as he walked up the stairs. They reached the top and Lena walked past him down the narrow corridor toward the bathroom. The loud hum of voices and thump of music fell away as they walked in the hushed upstairs. Lena reached the bathroom, reached inside flicked on the light and motioned for him to enter. Cole walked past her into the bathroom and Lena followed. Lena quietly shut the door behind her and turned to face Cole. He glanced around the spacious bathroom and a confused smile crossed his face. "Where's the mural?" his inquired. Lena smiled playfully and leaned against the door, "There is no mural." "Oh really?" he replied. Lena thought he seemed pleased. "I wonder why we're here then." he teased. Lena stepped close to him and placed her hands softly on his chest. "I have no idea," she replied, smiling coyly. They were face to face and an incredible heat rose between them. Lena's head was spinning; it was all she could do to stand before this ruggedly handsome man. Her heart was pounding as she gazed into his eyes and tilted her head upwards to kiss his lips. Their lips met and her whole body ignited. She was on fire and could barely restrain herself but Cole didn't move at all. He hardly kissed her back. Had she been mistaken? Had she miscalculated, misinterpreted? Did he want her at all? She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. Cole stared at her from under hooded eyes and just when she thought she was completely wrong about the whole thing Cole suddenly took her fiercely in his arms and pressed his wert mouth against hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. His kiss tore passionately into her soul and she received him willingly. She wrapped her arms around him as he pressed her into the wall. His kisses became soft and moved down her neck to her chest, and cleavage. A moan escaped from Lena's lips. She tilted her head back and let him ravage her. Cole's passion was fueled by the fantastic noises that escaped her lips. His hands slip up from her hips to cup her firm breasts. He kissed her mouth fiercely and pressed his hips into hers. Lena felt his member harden in his jeans and she longed to feel him inside her. She lifted is shirt over his head and threw it aside. She took a moment to admire his naked chest. She ran her hands along his flat stomach teasing him by running her fingers just along the inside of his jeans. Cole placed his hands on the wall behind Lena, bracing himself, begging her with his eyes to explore lower on his body. Lena taunted his mouth with her tongue while her hand slipped lower and lower into his jeans. She unzipped his jeans and slipped her hands under his briefs. Finally, she wrapped her hands around his hot, throbbing member. Cole moaned as Lena stocked and massaged his large penis. Lena couldn't hold off any more, she wanted his perfect cock in her mouth. She slide down against the wall and fell on her knees. Cole positioned himself above her and she pulled down his boxer brief to expose his hard member. His cock was beautiful. It gleamed with sweat in the florescent light. She took his huge cock in her mouth and ran her tongue over his smooth throbbing head. She enjoyed every moment sucking his cock. She licked up and down his shaft, her only goal to give Cole unbelievable pleasure. He stopped her suddenly, pulling her up by her by her arms. She was breathless with excitement. Cole pushed her over to the bathroom sink and lifted her up onto the vanity and positioned himself between her legs. Between passionate frantic kissing Cole snaked his hands up her thighs and grasped her lace panties. She arched her back to lift her but off the counter as he pulled her underwear down and Cole kissed the top of her thighs and knees and he slipped the black lace panties off her legs completely. Lena moaned with delight and threw her head back. She couldn't believe she was finally going to have him. Cole stood and pressed his hard cock against her thigh. Lena tightened her grip around his arms. "You want me don't you?" he breathed, " You want me to slip my hard cock into your hot wet slit?" Lena's entire body flamed with his dirty talk and a whimper escaped her wet lips as he gripped her ass. "Yes," she moaned "Oh god yes, you'd feel so amazing inside of me." Cole reached up and slipped her spaghetti strap off her golden tan shoulder exposing her firm and supple breasts. He rubbed her breast and embraced her hard nipple with his wet tongue. Lena writhed with please on the bathroom vanity she could barley contain her passion. She gripped his hips and pulled him closer to her. Cole pulled her to the very edge of the counter and lifted her skirt higher. He took his hard member and rubbed Lena's clit. She groaned with pleasure. He rubbed his throbbing cock all over her wet pussy. Finally, he entered her. He slipped his sleek long cock into her hot wet pussy. Lena sighed and groaned at the sweet sensation of Cole finally being inside her. She wrapped her legs tightly around him to encourage him to thrust deep. Cole grunted as he thrusted and pushed into Lena's soft wet inside. Sweat ran down his flexing back as he rocked in motion with her body. Lena clung to him as he entered over an over again sending her into dizzying pleasure. She kissed his hot mouth and licked the salty sweat that ran down his chest. She ran her hand through his hair and when his pumping quickened, she let out along groan and clawed her nails down his back. He arched his back with the sweet pleasure/pain of Lena's nails and her primal noises only encouraged his hard thrusting. Lena's body ached with pleasure. She couldn't believe the unbelievable ecstasy Cole's body was giving her. She had longed for this kind of release for so long. She felt her body reaching a climax and she sighed his name and begged him to keep going. Cole kept pumping and Lena felt and incredible force build inside of her. She was on the edge of ecstasy and a tingling sensation spread along her thighs up into her lower abdomen. Cole pressed his hips deeper and deeper into her, his pelvis all the while grazing and rubbing her clit the center of her pleasure until finally, Lena's body released and climaxed. She gasped as her orgasm tore through her body and convulsed with pleasure in his arms. Her muscles contracted and tighten around him and he moaned as his own body released inside of her. They clung breathlessly on to each other as their body's shivered with ecstasy. Lena was blissfully content in that moment. She softly kissed his smooth chest and laid her head it the crook of his shoulder. Maybe she moved to fast, maybe she should have waited, but in that moment Lena didn't care about anyone or anything. In that moment together they were simply two imperfect people who were looking for their missing piece within the other. She had experienced this beautiful man, and if that was wrong, Lena decidedly, did not want to be right. Lena and her Master "I can't believe I am letting you make me come here!" I exclaimed to my best friend Maggie as we walked towards the door of the windowless white building, a few streets off of the main drag in the small town not far from our own. "Well, I know you haven't been to one before and that you are curious about it. Don't look at me like that – I know you. And besides, I need to get something for me and Jake and could do with the company," Maggie reasoned to me as she pushed open the door, triggering the buzzer and alerting our entry. "What happens if we see somebody we know? Like a teacher from high school or something? Oh my god, talk about embarrassing," I exclaimed, quickly glancing around the big room we entered to check. To be honest, it wasn't what I was expecting an erotic store to look like; white high video-lined walls of the medium-sized warehouse, with extra stands for videos and other items throughout the middle. To my left was an alcove showing off their range of dildos and vibrators, and to my right the counter area with two doors behind it, one of them open and supposedly where the salesperson was. A quick survey of the store revealed we were okay on the familiar person front – only two guys were looking at the shelves of DVDs, one at the asian beauties section, and the other according to the sign above at the new releases and neither were familiar. "Alright, you browse and ah...... see if you want to buy anything," Maggie said wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, "while I go have a look at the DVDs." Left to fend for myself, I wandered over to the stands a few meters from the counter and began looking at what it was offering. Coloured and flavoured condoms (no good when you don't have a boyfriend), travel vibrators (never used them and not really my thing), cock rings, KY, and......... nipple clamps. They caught my eye and I couldn't look away. The picture on the packet showed the model looked to be in such sweet torture. Her face showed pain yes..... but something else; excitement, pleasure, ecstasy. Reaching for the packet, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Of course I had heard about bdsm and the like, even read a few stories online about bondage and the relationships between a Master and his slave, but this was something else – my first actual real life glimpse into what it could be like beyond my own fantasies. Her nipples were large and gripped strongly by the metal jaws. I could feel the shooting pain through my own breasts and my pussy starting to tingle, growing wet in my panties, thinking what it would be like if it was me with the nipple clamps on, the sharp pain shooting through my own large breasts, my Master tugging lightly on the chain connecting the two clamps. Suddenly realising I had been standing there for a good few minutes staring at the packet in my hand, I looked up, hastily glancing around the room to see if anyone had seen me so entirely absorbed in this particular merchandise. Maggie seemed busy over at the group sex DVD section, as did one of the other customers from earlier. The second guy was walking towards me on his way to the counter but seemed apparently enthralled by his soon-to-be purchase and oblivious to me. The last sweep of the room however brought me in direct eye contact with a startlingly direct dark brown stare. The sales guy; mid to late 20's, with short dark hair, strong shadowed jaw, broad shoulders and muscular arms was staring right at me, intense, brooding and very obviously aware of what I had been looking at and my embarrassment at having been caught. Unable to look away, I couldn't help but stare back into the dark pools of his eyes, trapped by their intensity. I swallowed deeply and felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise and the blood flood to my cheeks. It wasn't until the customer arrived at the counter and cleared his throat that the clerk looked away. Like a spell that had kept me rooted to the spot had been broken, I quickly put the nipple clamps back on the rack and hurried over to Maggie who had moved on to the MILF section. "How is it going? Found anything? Or no luck today, shall we leave?" I burbled out nervously, not daring to look over to the counter. "Woah, slow down there. There are a few that look okay, two especially, but I can't pick between these two," holding up Milk the Swedish Milkmaid and Eurotrip: Orgy in every City. "Huh, ummmm well I can't help you there – I am not what you would call a porno aficionado." "Yeah, well that's the thing; these DVDs are so damn expensive, I want to know I get what I pay for." "Why exactly do you two need these DVDs anyway, I mean, is it just for him, or for you.....?" "It just gets us in the mood, gives us ideas, that kind of thing. It's great for foreplay. Really really great," Maggie explained with a delighted shudder for emphasis. "I know, I can go and ask the clerk – he would know or have a fair idea I would imagine." "You go and ask him, I will just wait here," I suggested, refusing to look in his direction. "No, come with me. Please." She gave me a pleading look, slightly sticking out her lower lip. "Oh alright, but I am not saying anything. I am there purely as a silent rock of support." I relented. "Great, thanks!" Maggie claimed, striding up to the counter with me following reluctantly in her wake. A quick glance up told me the clerk was watching us come towards him. Hanging back and to the side when we got to the counter, I saw his eyes finally flick from me to Maggie when she stood in front of him. "Hi, I was looking at these two videos and trying to decide which one to get for me and my boyfriend and so I was wondering if you could recommend one or the other?" Maggie enquired. A deep, surprisingly smooth voice answered her. "Well, it really does depend on what preferences you and your boyfriend have, although I would personally go for Milk the Swedish Milkmaid. If you like lactation and a bit of domination and things that would be the one for you, but if you are more for the usual group sex, orgy, anal route then Eurotrip would be best." He alternated his glance between Maggie and me, even though I wasn't even part of the conversation. Trying to keep my eyes lowered, I looked down to the condoms in front of the bench. "Huh, um well I think our tastes run a bit mainstream, so I think I will go with this one," she said pushing the Eurotrip DVD forward. "Lena, could you take this one back to the shelf?" she asked, handing me the other DVD. "Yeah, um sure. BDSM section?" "Yes," the clerk replied for Maggie. "Right, um thanks," I answered, giving him a quick glance before turning around and moving away. "Is there anything else?" I heard the clerk ask. "Actually yeah, I need to get some KY... ... just a second," Maggie answered. After putting the DVD back onto the shelf, I turned around and saw Maggie still at the stand where the KY was and the clerk writing something at his counter. I moved up to Maggie and then waited there while she went up and paid for her items. "Great, have a good afternoon," the clerk offered as he gave Maggie her bag. "Thanks, see you," we responded and walked towards the door. I could feel his stare boring into the back of my head. Going the door, I looked back to get one last glimpse of him looking at me as we left the store. "You like him!!!!!" Maggie exclaimed loudly as we got to her car and I slid into the front passenger seat. "Well, he was hot...." "And he couldn't keep his eyes off of you," Maggie nudged me with an elbow and a twinkle in her eye. "No, I am sure it was nothing like that. Probably figured that it was my first time in an erotic store" "You should go back in there. Talk to him a bit." "Maggie, I am not going back in there," I said laughing. "Just start the car." Once she conceded I picked up the bag with her DVD and opened it up to have a good look. "Now, lets see your, what was it? Mainstream choice," I said opening the DVD case. Out fluttered a piece of paper onto my lap. Picking it up, I read it: Lena, Give me a call. My number is 029367594930. - Damon P.S. I saw what you were looking at, and I like what you thought of it. "What's that?" Maggie asked, glancing down at the note in my hand. "Uh, well I think it's a note from the sales guy." "Really? Oh my God," Maggie nearly swerved off the road. "What does it say?" I read it out, leaving the end sentence off, not wanting to answer questions about what I had been looking at. "You should ring him. He was obviously into you and he was hot." "I don't know. I, well, it's not exactly usual to do this kind of thing. And he could be really weird, and he isn't really my type... you know a porn store sales guy is not really...... well you know." " I think you should go for it. You are not with anyone, you haven't really been interested in anyone and I can tell you liked him, you are so expressive in your face." "I will think about it." "Make sure you do." That night I sat sitting in my room, reading and rereading the letter over and over again. What should I do? He was damn sexy, and he seemed interested in me. He saw me looking at the nipple clamps and "liked what I thought of them".... Meaning what exactly? – that he was into that kind of thing? He did say he preferred domination in his choice of pornos. But in real life? I loved the idea, but was I brave enough to delve into those desires and that part of me? Would I still be me? Would it be safe? But on the other hand, just looking at those nipple clamps, imagining them shutting on my engorged nipples, feeling that sweet torturous pain shooting through me directly to my wet pussy. Even the thought of it just now had me rubbing my hand against the front of my pants, feeling my wet moist panties sliding freely over my clit. Reaching the other hand up and twisting my left nipple and biting back the groan that was threatening to escape. Shutting mine, I could see his eyes staring at me, imagining he was watching me now, writhing on my bed and moaning his name, his eyes boring into mine, watching me panting and squirming, working my hand underneath my panties and finding folds slick with desire for him. What it would be like for him to tug on the chain connecting my two nipple clamps and praising me in his deep soft voice. With that thought the orgasm crashed over me with such a force that left me quivering and with shaking hands twisting my nipples a few minutes later. I was decided. Just the thought of him and what it could be like made me feel alive; I didn't have a choice but to call him. Quickly, before I could change my mind and with aftershocks still quaking my body I picked up the phone and dialled his number.