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Playful

By: Calpurnius Erex



I had retired to our den for reading while Leta chatted on the phone. Sometime later, during an article about the current bear market, I felt the low hum of the shower vibrating through the house. For a moment I thought of going to her, of joining her. I enjoyed the touch of her warm wet body and we had had many pleasant moments in the shower. But something held me there in the den. Perhaps the cautiousness of my reading material had leaked into my psyche. Perhaps it was more the idea that patience would lead to greater return in the future. Nevertheless, I sat there.

Later, I heard the soft pad of Leta's footsteps in the hall. She stood in the doorway. I looked at her briefly, then coyly returned to my magazine. I must emphasize coyly, for though I feigned not noticing her, her image was etched upon my brain. She glowed with the heat and lather of her shower, her green kimono draped loosely about her. Her long, reddish brown hair twisted in wet strands. Her look was contented from the needle fine massage of the spray.

In my peripheral vision I saw the kimono slide off her shoulder, revealing a breast. Behind the cover of my magazine I licked my upper lip. Her full curves were literally delectable. Her pose reminded me of classic statuary in the books upon our shelves. I would have built a temple to her millennia ago, as I would now. I held back my smile for I knew that would show in my eyes and all over my face. Instead, I focused upon this waiting game I had devised with four leading stock analysts from the pages of a slick magazine. I reminded myself that many of this year's leading analysts are next year's forgotten failures. If I thought that Leta truly believed I was ignoring her or that I was masking something from her, I would have dropped the ruse immediately. Had she turned from the doorway, I would have pursued her. There is, after all, responsibility with power. But my Leta is clever; I was confident that she knew we did not necessarily need cards for little playful games.

She dropped the kimono to the floor and cleared her throat.

"Yes?" I said nonchalantly, looking over the edge of my magazine. I deserved an Academy Award for being so nonchalant in the presence of this lovely, naked woman-- that, or a waking slap. But had she been able to hear the thud of my heart or feel the warmth spreading through me at the sight of her, she would have been able to see through the performance very easily.

"Nothing," she said. I listened to the tone and wondered if I had gone too far. She knelt to pick up the kimono. The pose emphasized her thighs, her breasts pressed against her knees, the fan of her hair about her shoulders and arms.

I could not help but smile in pleasure and in that weak moment dropped the shield of my magazine.

She saw my smile.

I tried to cover, but like a child playing peek-a-boo, my efforts were more comical than concealing. Her quiet laugh revealed me. My head tilted in a wordless explanation and mild apology. Her smile said that neither was necessary.

I lifted the magazine to cover all but my eyes. Her brows lifted quizzically, and then her eyes grew warm.

Yes. She would play too.

She dropped onto her hands and knees.

In slow, very deliberate long moves, she began crawling toward me. I watched in fascination as her breasts swayed beneath her, as her hips and bottom carved arcs in the air. Curved slipped into curve. Muscle grew taut, then relaxed. Like a living sculpture, like some kind of ivory animal, she flowed toward me. Instinct tingled within me. I felt a low growl gather in the base of my throat.

She rubbed her cheek against my trouser leg. I put the magazine aside and petted her. She leaned into my touch.

"Tease," she said under her breath.

"You stood naked in the door and I'm the tease?"

"Yes. I thought you were going to look at that damn book all night." She bit me lightly upon my knee.

My hand tightened in her hair. "Now, now, no teeth just yet."

She nuzzled my leg with her chin. I let go her hair and cupped her cheek in my hand. Her skin felt soft and warm. I could smell the scent of her jasmine soap. I looked at her kneeling naked at my feet. I felt so very alive then, proud of her affection and desire, protective of her preciousness -- seemingly more so naked next to me. Loving. Possessive.

"Let me please you," she said softly.

"You do more than you imagine."

Her hand slid up my trouser leg. My cock hardened within my boxers. I had felt aroused since the moment she appeared at the door in the loosely draped robe. Now my cock strained against the silky fabric. Her fingers found the bulge, pressed and massaged it against my leg. I groaned.

Her fingers worked the button and zipper of my trouser fly. She took my hard cock from the fly of my boxers. I shivered as the cool air of our house breathed against the sensitive head. She stroked me slowly, her fingers twisting around the shaft and brushing the head, warming me fully. I felt myself growing harder under her touch -- so hard, I could feel her pressing against the veins that run along the side as she stroked me.

I caressed her face and twined my fingers in her damp hair. She knelt over me. I could feel the brush of her breath against the sensitive head of my cock. I tingled in anticipation at the touch of her lips. When it actually came, a jolt of electricity ran through me. I moaned through gritted teeth.

She kissed my cock from the tip of its head to the very base. Her hand massaged my balls through the fly of my boxers, cupping me, squeezing me. My hands knotted in her hair in ecstasy.

She took the head of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue worked circles round the sensitive flesh. It felt so very good to be in her mouth, to have her sucking and licking upon me. I felt almost as if my cock would melt in her hot mouth and yet there was nothing more that I wanted besides running down her throat like molten sugar.

Her hands stroked the shaft while her mouth worked my head. I could not resist such wonderful stimulation long. I felt my orgasm building deep within me -- that kind of electricity that becomes liquid fire. She looked up into my eyes and saw how close I was to coming. Her eyes lit with arousal. I could smell arousal on her body. I felt the rock-hard pebbles of her nipples brush my knees.

I watched her sucking my cock.

I felt her sucking my cock.

My breathing came in gasps.

My hips thrust involuntarily, fucking her mouth, and I felt the rush of my come. My orgasm arced along my spine and burst into my brain in flares of light. I spurted and groaned.

Again.

Again.

Deeper.

Draining me.

My head lolled back as I panted and cursed in pleasure. My body relaxed in contentedness and complete release.

She stroked my belly through my shirt as she cleaned me with her mouth.

I smiled down at her. "Come here."

She climbed up into my lap. I held her in my arms and nuzzled her with my stubbled cheek. I kissed her and rubbed her nose with mine. I kissed her eyes and brows.

I cupped her breast and kneaded it gently. Her hard nipple pressed against my palm. I bent to kiss it, to suckle upon it. I could taste her shower upon her still. She cuddled against me. I let my hand slide along her inner thigh. Her skin was hot and silky. She moaned as my hand gently spread her legs.

I cupped her pussy in my hand. She nibbled at my lower lip and groaned. I kneaded her mound gently, applying pressure to her whole pussy. I felt the slick warmth of her sex. She put her arms around me and held to me as I continued to handle her pussy.

My fingers traced along her slit, opening her slightly. Her heat was intense; her wetness, drenching. She groaned as my fingers slipped within her lips. I explored the intricacies of her pussy. I stirred inside her entrance with a single finger. Her hips shifted in my lap, opening her further to me. I let my finger move up the nub of her clit. She shook as I touched the sensitive bud. I rubbed circles around it, slick with her wetness. Her fingers tightened in my hair. I bent to kiss her as I fingered her clit.

"You pleased me well," I said.

She kissed me.

"Do you know how I reward good girls?" I emphasized reward good girls with my finger on her clit.

"No," she panted.

I replaced my forefinger on her clit with my thumb and penetrated her with my fore and middle fingers.

"I start like that."

She groaned into my mouth.

"Then I do this."

I stroked her inner walls with my two fingers as I continued to rub her clit with my thumb. She arched against me.

"Then this."

I wiggled my fingers inside her, letting them worm all about, touching her, filling her, moving within her pussy. My thumb rubbed circles round her clit.

She moaned.

"Come for me," I breathed into her mouth.

She groaned.

"Come. For. Me. Leta."

Her thighs tightened round my hand as she began to come. Her pussy squeezed my fingers in spasms, clamping against me. Her pussy flooded. I continued to rub her clit. Each circuit of my thumb caused her to clench again and again. Her back arched in tension. Her head pressed back against my shoulder, baring her throat.

Her pussy squeezed at me again and again.

She grunted and groaned, then her body simply went limp. I felt her heart pounding within her chest. She panted against my shoulder. I held her to me. I hugged her. I kissed her forehead and nuzzled her head with my chin. I rocked her gently in my lap.

I squeezed her and petted her.

After awhile, I said, "When you came for me, you were a very good girl."

She nuzzled against my chest. A little drowsily, she said, "I'm almost afraid to ask how you reward very good girls."

"I thought you might have felt the reward pressing against your bottom."

I had become erect when she came for me, and as I held her close in the afterward, had only felt my desire for her intensify. She wiggled her hips.

"Oh, that?" She smiled.

"Yes. That." I patted her thigh. "Stand up."

She did. I joined her, standing behind her, kissing the back of her neck. I began unbuttoning my shirt. After I removed it, I put my hands upon her shoulders and gently guided her to her knees. As she knelt there against the chair, her elbows in the seat, I removed my trousers and boxers. I knelt behind her.

I leaned over her and kissed her between her shoulder blades. My hands smoothed along her sides and cupped her breasts from beneath. I kneaded them. I let my hands slide along their fullness until I pinched at the erect nipples. I twisted her nipples gently. My hairy belly and hard cock rubbed against her wiggling bottom. My hand found her bottom and followed the curves along inside her thighs. She was drenched from my finger play. Her heat remained intense.

She groaned as I felt her pussy from behind. Her hips rocked back in presentation of herself to me.

Taking my hard cock in hand, I guided the tip to her slit. I rubbed the head up and down her slit to moisten it. I pressed the swollen head to her entrance. I entered her with near agonizing precision, slipping in inch by inch. I held myself inside her, enjoying the sensation of her warm, wet, living sheath. I felt her heartbeat mixing with mine as our skin touched at these most intimate spots. I was inside the woman I cared for most - the body and mind I treasured most. I had her for the taking. To desire. To use. To possess.

I held onto her hips as I began to stroke within her. Her mouth had quenched my immediate lust earlier in the evening and so I felt no need to rush now. I could be artful in the fuck.

I moved slowly.

Strongly.

My cock pressed deep into her, and then pulled out until the head almost slipped from her. Over and over.

I caressed her back as I thrust into her. My hand tangled in her hair. I reached round to knead her breasts as my cock slid in and out of her.

"You feel...so good...inside...my toy."

She mewled.

"So hot."

She groaned.

"So wet."

She moaned.

I felt the fire of my orgasm building quickly. This one -- this second one -- would literally burn through me, I knew. Yet even if it meant my death, there was nothing more that I wanted more in the moment than to come inside her.

I thrust at her, grunting with each stroke, clutching her hips back to me.

Getting so close.

I could feel the tension building in her also.

She panted.

I thrust.

Her fingers knotted in the chair covering, clutching and releasing as I knew her pussy would soon.

I arched my back to deepen my thrusts.

So close.

I felt the twitching at the base of my spine...

...then the rush of fluid.

"Leeeeeta."

I pumped inside her.

Coming.

Releasing myself inside her.

Pouring into her.

The hot wash shot fire into her mind. Her pussy clutched at my hard cock, milking me as she came with me. She cried out. She moaned.

We throbbed together. We panted together. Our hearts raced with each other.

I eased down against her and then dragged her to the floor with me, my cock still hard inside. I held her close to me. I kissed her neck behind her ear. She turned her lips to me. I kissed her deeply and held her close.

Within moments we began to drift toward sleep, too spent to move from where we lay upon the floor. I wrapped my arms around her to keep us warm together. Just on the verge of sleep, I could not help but look beside us and see the magazine I had read before. There on the scattered pages was the headline that had attracted my attention what seemed like a lifetime ago. "Holding On Now Provides Return," it read.

Indeed.

-End-

Playful



We had spent the night out with friends, at a local bar. Dancing and having fun. I spent most of the night teasing you. Telling you, that you were old and feeble. At one point you instructed me to stop, but I didn't listen and continued with my teasing.

When we got home, I could tell you were not in a good mood. Your face, was like granite, unmoving and unsmiling. I shivered just looking at you.

"What was with your mood tonight?" you ask as we walked into the house.

"I was just feeling playful Sir."

"You were just feeling playful, even when I gave you a direct order to stop?"

"Yes, Sir."

" Well, for your little lapse in judgment, I think that a little spanking is in order. Let's say 5 smacks with a cane, and 10 with a paddle. Think that will make you learn to curb your tongue little one?"

"Y..Yes Sir."

"Disrobe and kneel, I'll be right back." He walks to the bedroom to get the cane and paddle. I kneel in front of the couch, my hands behind my back, my eyes down.

" Turn around, lean forward" 

I do as he request, knowing that this spanking is going to hurt more than any other he has given me. I lay forward on the couch my arms spread out. I brace myself for the first smack from the cane, knowing it is going to hurt.

The first smack of the cane, lands solidly across my ass. Making me jump. I can hear him counting the hits as they land on my ass. By the fifth hit I was crying silently. He switched to the paddle, again the smacks landing squarely on my already sore ass. The last three smacks, he got softer, and on the tenth hit, I expected one last rough hit, instead he barely touched me.

Silent tears were running down my face, my legs shaking, my body trembling.

"Stand and turn around. "

I stand on shaky legs and turn around to face him, my face streaked with tears. He opens his arms, and I step into his embrace. He gently wipes the tears from my face. Pulls me close, for a hug then gently rubs my back while I relax against him.

"I think it's time to get ready for bed, go prepare the shower lil one."

"Yes Sir."

I go into the bathroom, and start the shower, getting the water temperature just right. He walks into the bathroom, and steps into the shower. I step in behind him, letting him stand in the spray of the water. I grab the soap and lather up my hands and start washing his back. From his shoulders down to his feet I lather him up with soap. He turns around and I do the same to his front. Just as I finished his feet, and go to stand up he tells me he wants me to suck his cock. I glance up at him, only to see that look of pure male satisfaction on his face. I sigh, but bend over and take his cock in my mouth. My stinging ass pushing against the glass shower stall. I suck and lick his cock the way he likes, taking his balls in my hand and gently stroking them. I feel his hand caressing my back, gently stroking up and down almost as if he was in a trance. His eyes are closed and he's just enjoying me sucking him. I can tell just from the look on his face and how relaxed he is now.

"Turn around and bend over."

I turn around, and wince as I feel the water hitting my tender bottom. He softly runs a hand over my ass. Then he slides is cock, deep into my pussy, putting his hands on my ass, he starts slowly stroking me. My hands are braced on the shower wall to keep from sliding. Soon I'm begging for release. His hand goes into my hair pulling my head back. 

"Not yet."

"Please, Sir, please"

As he gives a final hard thrust, he starts to cum then tells me to cum. I let out a long low moan, as I explode around his cock. As he slides out of me, he gives my ass a light smack. Then he grabs the soap and cleans me up, and hands the soap back to me so I can clean him again. Once we are both clean, we step out of the shower and head to bed.



Playful



These two were well beyond age of playing pranks and practical jokes on the other. At 23, they were supposed to be adult and act adult. 

"Will you two grow up," we heard mom shout.

"No!" Our simultaneous reply cut. "Not until he..." "Not until she..." 

"Stop it now!" That was the cry that meant stop. We laughed and returned to our adult minds. The playful taunt only nanoseconds from resuming.

Hopefully you were paying attention the above paragraphs. Many key elements were identified that need expanding. Therefore, the tale begins.

We are a man and a woman at 23 years old. We prefer to live in our childhood minds of playfulness and banter. We are fraternal twins perpetually connected through a mental, some call it psychic, connection twins are said to have. We have it; it must be true.

We live in a professional world by day co-designing and decorating business offices. One of our clients is a major brokerage firm and we have the exclusive contract to decorate their new office floors in the new World Trade Center 1. We believe staying playful helps us with designing and decorating schemes that are edgy and modern or traditional.

We are both about the same height, me an inch taller at five feet eleven inches. I am more bulky as the guy of the duo and weigh about 170 pounds. My sister is the feminine and beautiful part of the duo and very fit at about 130 pounds.

Our eye color and hair color match. Her eyes are a vibrant green with a turquoise halo. Her hair shimmers very light brown that goes almost blond in the summer sun. I don't think I want to describe myself with as glowing reviews as of her.

Who is the who that is my alter ego? Who is she who knows more about than me myself? She is Margaret Mary. She prefers Mary, and so do I, but when I tease her it is with Marge.

I am Peter Thomas. By now you should recognize we are a Roman Catholic family. I use Peter professionally and Pete in my inner circle.

Neither Mary nor I have anyone we call significant other although once in while we violate church principles of purity and chastity. Our work demands more or less 24 hours of our days. To keep life simple, we share an apartment with two bedrooms and two full bathrooms.

I know Mary from 36A bust to 25-inch waist, to her firm 35-inch hips. Her legs are splendidly long and shapely. Our mental bond is so strong; she blushes when I share a thought of her. She is probably blushing a bright crimson right now. We were home for a short summer holiday break. We always enjoying back home in a part of Maine know as "Down East." The city is not Bar Harbor, it is Bah Ha Bah.

This week was 4th of July week so we would go crazy with fireworks. Mary and I would choreograph a display all with legal fireworks.

I sensed Mary getting ready to start a tease anew. "Don't do it, Marge."

That did it she lunged at me with claws out. We heard mom scream, "Take it outside!"

We fought through the kitchen and out the back door. Mary took an unexpected twist and tripped me to the ground then leapt me to declare victory. I saw her coming and braced myself. Mary is quick.

The expected smack down was an unexpected embrace and a tender teasing voice, "This isn't over, Peter Thomas." 

"Maybe we should call a truce. We are getting a little too rough." I know Mary understood and we agreed.

We always played; seal it with a kiss, when we called a truce. Mary leaned down and I felt her warmth and her body stretched over me. "Truce, Pete. I love you." 

"I love you too, Mary." We sealed our truce with a kiss. I hugged Mary and whispered again, "I love you."

Mary lingered stretched over me after my second expression. She leaned into me again and kissed me differently, womanly.

Back in the house again we set about doing the tasks mom original asked us to do. We were unusually quiet as we worked but caught the other stealing a glance now and then. Our mental connection was working overtime as we tried to process what happened in the yard.

After dinner we did our usual vacation ritual of watching a movie together. It was my turn to pick a movie from our Netflix service. I scrolled through the selections hearing Mary groan when I read a synopsis of a movie she wouldn't like. 

I came on an indie title that sounded interesting, "Sisters are Women, Too." Mary gave me her signal and I hit play. The movie began with English subtitles in an Eastern European language I couldn't guess.

The plot told the story of two siblings during World War II who had lost everything but each other. Their relationship evolved as they struggled to survive. As the movie ended, they did survive, did start their own business as husband and wife. 

"I looked at Mary who was very intent on the movie, "Kind of like us, don't you think, Mary?"

"Except for war and living as husband and wife." Mary asked an unusual question, "Wonder if they make love?"

I'm not sure which of us was more surprised but Mary blushed red. "I mean they are all they have with everyone gone. Wouldn't you think they would?" Mary became even more embarrassed.

Even through her embarrassment, I saw her thorough inquisitive thought. "Mary, our truce is still on, this is a serious question. Considering their situation, would we?"

"Pete what did you mean outside?" Mary was recalling my what I said and she must have been thinking about the kiss, I was.

"What did your kiss mean, Mary?" 

"Pete, it meant what you said." The blush left her face as our new honesty dawned. 

All our playfulness today and for how long brought us to this point. Living together even in separate bedrooms, we were the couple on the screen. Our telepathic connection both sensed the answer. "Yes, we will make love."

As we cuddled, the movie ended and the screen saver on the monitor began cycling nature scenes and finally went black in power saver. The darkness that surrounded us did nothing to break the moment we were experiencing.

We shifted our heads slightly and our lips met for brief contact, which quickly became a full on passionate kiss, tongue dueling, spit swapping, love me kiss that we both wanted.

My free arm finished wrapping Mary and pulled her tight to me. I heard Mary's voice in a raspy whisper, "Pete, touch me." I felt her hand sliding down my chest and stopping just above the waistband of my pants.

My hand slowly slid up her chest; I cupped a breast. It was Mary under my fingertips and her nipple was already swollen and poking the palm of my hand. Our intimacy was the catalyst for more kissing. Mary's hand slid lower; she got a feel of my stiffening cock and squeezed. We both sighed in pleasure.

We knew mom was in bed two floors above. We were in the basement "kids" room where we always watched movies. My hand moved to the hem of Mary's T-shirts to glide it high on her chest. With her naked breasts in view, leaning, I suck a nipple into my mouth while pinching the other. Mary jerked her hips in response and rubbed my cock harder.

"Pete, pet me a little." Mary let her legs open a little, her shorts riding up her hips. 

My hand drifted slowly down until my fingers reached her leg. With determined action, my hand disappeared under the leg of her shorts and made contact with her already moist panty. My first touch was gentle waiting for Mary's next instruction. She stroked my cock through my pants.

Mary wiggled a bit and pressed herself onto my fingers. "Touch me, Pete."

I pressed the material of her panty harder making firm contact on her outer pussy lips. The moan that escaped Mary was both pain and pleasure. "Take them off and touch me, Pete."

Mary helped me remove her shorts and panty. The scent of her arousal drifted to my nose. I began kissing down her body until I settled my kisses on her pubic bone closer and closer to her little love bud.

Mary was alive and well when my tongue touched her secret spot. I tasted her rush of fluid lapping it as it flowed. "Pete! Oh Pete! Make me cum." Mary began screaming into a pillow as her hips moved involuntarily to her orgasm.

"On my fucking gawd! Pete, fuck me!"

The most exciting words a guy can hear from a woman just came from my sister?s mouth. I scrambled out of my clothes and presented Mary my cock. I hoped it was what she expected.

"In me! Please Peter Thomas!" Mary winced a bit as my cock brushed her leg. A hand found me, stroked me, and directed me to a warm nest.

"Sweet Margaret Mary," I whispered as my cock probed into her wet pussy. "I want to make love to you, not fuck you."

The words that came next shocked us both and sealed our fate. "No! Fuck me! Make love later!"

I obeyed delivering a blow to her hot pussy making her cry in a mix of pain and wanton pleasure. Then pulled back and slammed hard again. I was pounding her with wild abandon as Mary screamed into piles of pillows. She was pushing through multiple orgasms.

My time came and I began to withdraw; I didn't want to cum in my sister. She sensed me pulling away. "No," she demanded. "In me. Cum!"

I felt the jarring quake then the explosion of my molten volcano. Wet bands of sperm jetted into Mary. Mary rocked me deep in her and had a final orgasm as I spurt.

We stayed united as our bodies relaxed from the best sex we've ever had. Our telepathic connection let us feel the others passion and satisfaction. My cock began to wither and eventually slipped from her grasp. Mary made an audible sigh as my cock dislodged.

"Sweet Margaret Mary! Thank you! Oh gawd, my partner for life."

Did I say that out loud? I must have. "Your partner for life, do you mean it?"

"At the cost of everything I hold sacred, yes."

"Good. Now make love to me, slowly as we discover ourselves together." We both cried tears of something that must have been like nirvana.

We kissed and licked our way around the others bodies. I tasted my cum in her pussy and knew I would always come back for more.

My cock responded quickly making us ready for loving our bodies. Mary was on the edge of the couch cushions; I was between her legs inching forward with hot human lust for my sister and desire to satisfy her.

When we united again, I felt my psychic connection with Mary intensify. I felt myself entering her sacred place while feeling her feeling me. It is a connection hard to explain. Mary had it also.

"I feel us, Pete. I feel you making love to me. I feel my body making love to you. You are perfect for me." Our embrace and kiss sealed our final fate; we were lovers.

Our bodies slowly rode passion to new highs. Each movement was an operation in physical behavior. We were bodies in motion remaining in motion until it was time to unit our bodies with sperm and egg. 

Our coupling lasted many pleasurable minutes until Mary reached an orgasm. It was nothing like her first orgasm with me, this one came soft and slow lingering over her body as my own cum arrived. I buried myself at full length; Mary held her legs high giving me more depth. My cum ejaculated in Mary, she felt it and squeezed against me.

"Pete, are you able to go a third round," Mary asked as her breathing settled to more normal. "Take me from behind."

My cock was still mostly hard as I pulled from Mary's hot fucked pussy. The mixture of our sexual wetness spilled from her. She turned to a kneeling position ready for my penetration.

"Pete, I want you. So much I want you. Fuck me, make love to me." I stabbed into her swift and hard.

Mary sucked a breath deeply at my sudden onslaught; I began a smooth steady pace not pounding but my stomach smacked her butt with each push. Mary met each thrust. I found myself holding her hips and drawing her against me.

Mary was a mass of moaning flesh as we drove to another peak. When Mary had another cum, it was wet and sloppy; my cock gleamed with her milky cum. We broke from the rear position we were in. 

Mary fell back on the couch cushions in missionary. "Pete, finish me." Mary hoisted her legs high as I slid back into her wet nest. My arms drew her legs higher as I locked my arms behind her knees.

I began stroking her hard smacking into her pussy. Mary reached another orgasm and she buried her face in my shoulder to stifle her cries. After the moment passed, we settled into a slow rhythm of lovemaking.

When I had my cum this time it was with Mary having a small orgasm with me. We were sexually satisfied as we had never been before. Mary found a piece of clothes that she wedged between her legs. She dashed off to the toilet. Our mess was evident on the couch cushions.

Mary returned with a smile on her face. "Peter Thomas, you destroyed my pussy. Look how red and swollen I am."

Our taunt returned when I claimed, "Well, you started it." 

I was standing and Mary walked over to me, draped her arms around me and whispered, "I love you Peter Thomas."

We drew closer and kissed, our naked bodies touching, our hands exploring. "Marge," my pet name to tease her, "are you worried about what we did?"

I felt Mary bow her head before she answered, "Yes, a little. I could be pregnant."

The word pregnant echoed around in my mind. "You mean you aren't protected?" I followed with, "If true, then it will be our love child." We both knew Mary's period was about ten or twelve days away. 

We finished our vacation without the usual taunts. Mom was happy that our truce held for the remainder of the week. One thing that did change was movie nights after dinner. When we disappeared to the basement for movies, the darkened room became our sanctuary for free expression. Strangely, we did not make love again during the rest of the week.

We were back to work on our return to the city. Creative designs and plans for implementation of the designs flow from our minds, through our pens, and onto paper. Our customers approved the designs and we set about making things happen.

Our workload put concerns from vacation on the back burner. We were busy beyond any thought of making love or thinking about a baby.

The calendar days ticked by until we both knew we had to stop work and address the elephant in the room.

"Mary," I said after dinner Wednesday evening, "it is supposed to be that time of the month."

"Which way do you want it," Mary quizzed. I could tell by her expression and our psychic bond that she wasn't pregnant.

"Are you sad that you are not pregnant?"

Mary looked at me with eyes that held a mixed message. "A little sad, and a little relieved. I made a doctor appointment for birth control, Pete. I want us to share everything including bed."

That night, with Mary's period in full flow, we stained sheets and mattress. We promised to make love during the safe days until the prescription for birth control got filled.

A couple years passed, a couple summer vacations home in Maine with mom passed. Mary and I were more open about our relationship in the city. We weren't openly flaunting we were lovers but even the casual observer could make deductions.

It was the third summer since we became lovers. At 26 now, our business flourished and we now have a team of designers working our concepts. For the first time ever, we were taking a month off.

When we told mom our decision to take a month off, her reply shocked us. "A whole month of listening to you two making love all night."

Our mouths must have been agape. "The furnace pipes echo throughout the house."

"I, we," we both began mumbling. What were we going to say, "it just us teasing?" No one would believe that.

Our voices did return and we admitted being lovers for three years. "Mom," Mary began, "you know our mental bond. It is our strength and our weakness. We are in the other's head and know the other's thoughts."

"Mom," I added, "it was never an issue of something taboo. There was no poison fruit offering. All our years of teasing were just foreplay."

Mom and Mary both looked surprisingly at me when I used the word foreplay. Mom gasped, "I should have known." Mary smiled, "I did know."

In a very strange turn of events, mom told us she had to visit a cousin, "up in the County. I'll be away for about three weeks and I hope you two can take care of the house."

Mary went into full giggle mode, "We won't break anything."

"Marge, don't you start, we have a truce." My fits of laughter erupted.

"Truce over as soon as mom walks out the door, Peter Thomas."

Mom shook her head and left the room laughing, "Love birds."

We were drawn back to reality, mom called us lovebirds. "Do you suppose she accepts us, Pete?"

"I don't think she acting disgusted. I think she wants a good night's sleep. She had to have heard us that first night in the basement." 

"Fuck me, Pete! Oh, Pete! Fuck me," I teased.

"You ain't getting any tonight," Mary continued the tease.

This was an opening too good to skip, "So you going to give me some ass tonight?"

As quickly as the tease started, it ended. Mary stepped close to me, gave me a hug filled with love, lust, and pure sexual passion. "Maybe."

Mary and I refrained from sex that night although we did work each other up cuddling and necking like teenagers. In the morning, mom was on her way up to Aroostook County.

We promised to watch the house, "Mom! We are 26 and have a thriving business. We can take care of the house."

Mom's drive would be a beautiful one. U.S. Highway 1 winds through many quaint New England towns and into the forests and into the potato growing regions. 

Mary began to prance through the house. "We'll fuck here, and here, over there, there, and here. With the last here, Mary hoisted her skirt presenting me with her naked pussy and butt.

I was already hard for Mary. Just the sight of her gives me charge. When she is ready for sex, she doesn't hide. I approached from behind and entered her slowly and deeply as I could. Mary exhaled a long and satisfied sigh.

We paced ourselves, no hurry, we're home, we're on vacation, and we have all day.

"Pete, am I went back there?" This question was silly. Mary was very wet, is always wet when we have sex.

"Mary, you are always wet there."

"No, Pete. Is my ass wet? I want to do anal."

"I was teasing, Mary. You don't have to."

"I know I don't have to. That's why I want to."

I stroked harder in and out of Mary until I pulled out. I pressed my cock against her tight anal ring. Mary was well relaxed and opened to me easily. I pushed more until Mary had me full and hard in her ass.

"It feels good, Pete. It really feels good." Mary snaked a hand to her pussy and rubbed herself.

We began a sawing rhythm at first slow and building to a fast pace. Mary made no attempt to stifle her screams as a huge orgasm rocked her body. I felt her vaginal muscles and her anal muscles tighten. Mary squeezed hard until she went limp. 

When she regained full consciousness and realized I was still in her, she winced. "Take it out, Peter. Please."

I eased myself out taking as much time as I felt Mary could handle. When I was completely withdrawn, Mary collapsed to the floor.

"That was a cum," exhausted Mary proclaimed.

Mary noticed me still raging hard and realized I hadn't had my cum. After seeing and feeling Mary cum so hard, I'll be rock hard all day no matter how many times I cum.

My concern mounted as Mary fell back flat on the floor. "Mary," came my exclaim, "Are you okay?" I fell to the floor next to her.

"I just got ass fucked to unconsciousness by my brother in our mother's house. I've never cum like that before, Pete."

When our psychic bond is tight, our senses pick up the other's feelings and emotions. Mary was in a place she's never experienced. I chose to lie next to her until she was ready to make the next move.

We must have fallen asleep because I awoke to warm moist heat on my cock. Mary was cleansing me following our first anal. When she was satisfied it was clean enough, she sucked me into her mouth. 




Playful



We both knew I would cum quickly and we made no pretense to hold back. I barely got out a shout, "Now," before I jettisoned three hot streams of cum followed by several smaller shots into Mary's cum hungry gulping mouth.

With remnants of my cum still lingering on her tongue, Mary gave me an eager kiss of her passion and my cum. I accepted happily knowing Mary was sharing our bond in such a personal way for us both.

A couple days later, Mary suggested we drive to Bangor. There was no apparent reason except she wanted to go. We sped off for the drive that would take a couple hours.

Tentatively, Mary began to tell her story. "I want to give you what you gave me, Pete," Mary concluded. "That's why I want to buy a strap-on and a couple toys. I've been reading men can have anal orgasms."

Mary told me about anal cleansing, prostate massage, and how men feel about it. I listened until Mary reached a pause, then I asked, "What size do you want to buy."

Mary gave an excited squeal, "Really, you'll let me peg you? I'm excited."

"We have to drive back home, too, you know." 

We pulled of the highway at a place called After Dark. Setting aside any embarrassment we had, we strolled in hand in hand. Mary found harnesses for strap-ons and settled for one that had a hidden treat for her. Together, we sought out dildos.

Mary was worked up and barely made out of the store before beginning to play with the new toys. Before we were out of the parking lot, she had the harness on and was inserting a dildo in the holster. She was masturbating the rubber toy fiercely.

Mary was cumming before we were five miles down the road. I knew of a little wooded area near and not out of our way. It would be the perfect place for us to stop for a little while.

Mary didn't wait for me to park and shut off the engine. She had my cock free and was sucking me hard. "Cum, Pete!" Her demand was real and excited as I was seeing her cum, I had my cum quickly. Mary swallowed deeply.

We were temporarily relieved when I reminded Mary of the blanket in the trunk. The gleam in her eyes erupted into pure sexual demand. We spread out the blanket and stripped off our clothes. I sucked and licked Mary to another orgasm all the time playing with her sexy little anal flower.

As I hoped, Mary mounted me cowgirl and powered my cock into her wet pussy. Her wetness was just enough for me to insert a finger in her tight ass ring. The dildo in the harness was within reach. As Mary slowed her pace, I found my chance. The dildo replaced my finger and Mary was double penetrated.

Mary screamed an orgasm that cut through the silence of this little wood. My cum overpowered me and filled her waiting womb with hot sperm. Mary bucked hard; our juices flowed from her as my cock and the dildo dislodged from pussy and ass.

Mary and I felt the warm sun caressing our bodies as we rested on the blanket. Mary stared blankly until she found the strength to lift her head and offer me a kiss. Her kiss was a madly insane kiss that became a full body jerking and squirming kiss that brought us both to the brink of renewed sex.

"You better get us home, Pete." We knew tonight would be sleepless in Bar Harbor.

With still most of two hours driving ahead, we dressed just enough to be decent and open enough to touch and play as we drove. Mary had to wedge a towel between her legs. I laughed and reminded her of our first night in the basement when she wedged a piece of clothing between her legs.

"I'm gushing, Pete." Mary squirmed in her seat as another squirt of our love juices flowed. This time, it was me fingering her and savoring a taste.

The miles zoomed past under the car tires and the air conditioner in the car kept us cool and the scent of our sex under control. The driveway appeared ahead giving us a couple seconds to finish covering before going into the house.

Mary raced for the toilet and peed a flood of urine and cum. We showered together as Mary began preparing me for the pegging she promised.

First was warm almost hot water jetting over my ass to relax me. Mary filled an enema bottle with warm water and instructed me to kneel on the bathroom floor with my head on the floor. My ass was elevated. 

Mary lubed the wand tip and fingered me with her lubed finger. I felt the long skinny wand penetrate then the rush of water. It wasn't much water, maybe a cup or two, but it was warm and made me relax completely.

I had to release the water and scrambled to the toilet. The rush of warm water mixed with my own shit surprised me. I felt both clean and dirty, wiped the mess, and went back into position for another round.

Mary told me it would take several enemas to get me clean. Each one was more exciting than the last until Mary had the bag full of warm water. 

"This should be the last, Pete. How do you feel?"

I felt wonderful. I felt warm and clean deep into my bowels. I felt the last enema flooding into me, my prostate tingled and I was jerking involuntarily as the wand massaged me.

"I feel it flooding me, warming me. I feel a tingling like I can't wait for the main event."

When the full bag was empty, I tried to retain it for a little while. When the pressure was too much to hold, I leapt on the toilet and expelled it. It was clean signaling my rectum was as well.

Mary used a hot wet washcloth and soap to finish the job and rinsed me well. Her touch was different, more exciting than she always is. She tickled around my opening, probing a little, massaging me.

I wanted to devour her, fuck her. My cock was hard with excitement. Mary was already breathing raspy breaths. 

"Come with me, Pete." Mary took my hand and led me into the bedroom. "Lay on the bed face down."

I obeyed her order. Mary then lay atop me using her body to massage me as she kissed down my back. When she came to butt, she used her fingers to spread me open. When she licked the crack of my ass, I jerked. When her tongue licked my ass hole, I cried out in pleasure.

"It feels good, Mary."

She licked more. Her tongue probed into my relaxing sphincter muscles. "It is going to feel much better."

I felt her weight lift from me. I turned my head to watch. Mary had lube and a small toy. She applied lube to go then applied some to me. She slowly inserted the tiny probe. It was thicker than the enema wand and had smooth bumps on it. She pressed it into me and I felt it slide across my prostate. It felt good; I clamped my muscles against it feeling the invader.

Mary took her time letting me adjust before beginning to work it gently. I watched as Mary adjusted the harness and dildo knowing that soon I would become her fuck toy. The little probe remained in me.

More lube was applied and Mary topped me again. She positioned herself and her dildo. The probe removed, she slowly pressed the dildo against my ass hole. I was relaxed and open; she penetrated me completely, easily.

I would never have used the word swoon applied to a man; however, I swooned as her toy filled me. I imagined Mary's feelings as she accepted me that first time three years ago. She was giving me pleasure beyond what I could imagine.

We rocked together as my prostate felt the massaging of the dildo. Mary pressed in as deep as the dildo allowed and slowly withdrew until just barely in me holding at that point for many long seconds before pushing in again.

I began feeling pressure; my prostate was swollen from the pressure on it. Mary continued dildo fucking my ass. Then it happened. I suddenly felt the need to push hard against the invader, push like I was trying to expel it. Mary sensed it also and pushed against me.

The pleasure was intense, mesmerizing. In the end, my cock spewed a stream of semen as Mary renewed her sawing in and out. I had an anal orgasm that was very intense. The discovery of the male anal orgasm made me feel more connected to Mary. More connected than even our twin psychic connection allowed; Mary felt it with me.

Mary eased herself up and the dildo exited. I felt empty and wanton, fulfilled and needy. I felt the ghost of the dildo still in me as my nerves continued feeling the effects of my orgasm.

Mary lay beside me flushed and red, the dildo proudly pointing at the ceiling. It glistened with lube and more. Though I was caught up in my orgasm, it seems Mary had a strong one also.

"Pete, tell me what you felt. Was it as good as I think it was?"

My story unwound until I reached the point of the orgasm, the pressure, the pleasure, and the complete surrender to my lover. My cock became hard as the story unfolded.

Mary slid atop me again, the harness still tied to her and the dildo pointing at my face. She took me in her swiftly and drove her hips hard against mine. She had an orgasm that matched the strength of the one I had from her work. As she rode down on me, she stroked the dildo like a real cock.

The look of sublime satisfaction on her face shown through. I knew she was close to done for the night.

"You made my ass cum so hard, I won't be able to finish. Do you want to sleep now? We can pick up later."

The smile on Mary's face told the tale of her satisfaction. I helped her out of the harness and helped her to the toilet. We both had toilet needs. With hardly a good night kiss, we collapsed in bed and slept long and deep.

Our consciousness returned with the sun blazing through the windows; the clock read 10:13. We were locked in a lover's embrace that I recall we were in as we went to sleep.

We said nothing as we rose; our mental connection worked overtime. We had completely surrendered our bodies in the most intimate ways possible leaving no words sufficient to express our feelings. Our eyes spoke words that have, as yet, been unwritten. We opted to bathe together rather than shower. Soaking sore muscles and other soreness seem just right.

By noon, we were ready for the rest of the day. Mary suggested we stroll through the quaint business district that makes up part of the tourist district of Bar Harbor, Maine. 

We strolled arm in arm talking and pointing at one thing and another we noticed. Some folk who knew us spoke and we had short conversations. One acquaintance asked how business was; another asked where the twins who were always bantering had gone. Others asked about mom.

"Business is good. We finally have a chance to take some quality vacation time."

"Oh, we still stretch the limits but we have out grown much of our silliness."

"Mom is good, up in the County for a couple weeks visiting a cousin."

One of our more close friends observed that we behaved more like lovers than twins. "It's our psychic bond," Mary answered with a noticeable wink that said more than words. 

We walked on and Mary brought up the idea of having a lobster cook out for a few of our closest friends still in town. We continued walking making plans for the weekend considering whom we might invite.

A thought crossed our minds at the same time and we mentally answered. "Yes, it will be a coming out party."

We kept the list of partiers to only our closest friends and a couple friends from the city. We could have done fancy invitations with RSVP cards but this wasn't that kind of occasion.

We called speaking on speakerphone with each wanted guest. "We are having a yard party at home with our closest friends and want you to come. Pete and I have an announcement to make to you all."

A couple of our friends suspected what the announcement would be. "Twins working and living together, bet it has something to do with that, right?" 

We withheld answering the few open questions like those; however, we did nothing to deny either.

The party was about ten days away. Mom would be back from the County and be an important part of our coming out. Since she already figured out relationship and hadn't done anything to stop it, we hoped she would be one of our supporters. We called her with our plans. 

Mom was not 100 percent on board but was not opposed. "Each of you was supposed to find the perfect mate and I don't mean each other. You know I'll be there for support though." We heard the tone of mom's voice knowing we were treading into dangerous territory. 

It was the final weekend of our month long vacation, the party weekend. We had kettles of water ready to boil lobster. This was going to be a real Down East summer lobster meal with every trimming we could think of.

Friends arrived gathering on the deck and in the yard. This was a beer-drinking crowd and we had a good supply of local micro-brew. We ate, drank, had music, danced, and partied through the entire afternoon. There was no formal table set or dinner plans, no seating arrangements. 

As the beer and food waned, Mary called everyone around. "Most of you know that Pete and I have a business in the city. We are doing well in business and we are doing well in our lives."

Mary handed the next line to me. "You know how expensive it is to live in the city and know we share a comfortable two bed, two bath apartment helping us save on living costs."

"Of course, since we are twins, we tend to know the other's mind before we speak. That is part of the reason we asked you, our closest friends, to be here today," Mary continued.

"Mary and I have an announcement to make. It is an announcement we want to make to you first."

In her usual form, Mary sided close to me and wrapped her arm through mine. It was an action everyone knew as part of our behavior as twins. 

One of our joked, "Ah, aren't they a happy couple." 

The laughter died quickly when Mary answered, "Yes we are."

We looked at the other for a brief moment. "We are only using one bedroom in the city," I added. "It is a complicated story; however, Peter Thomas and I have been together since the womb. Three years, in one of our playful moments, our real feelings surfaced."

"Unless anyone here still doesn't get it, Margaret Mary and I are successful partners in work. Now we are lovers of life and lovers in life." I had something else planned that I hoped I masked from her knowing how strong our mental connection is.

Now Mary sensed it. She knew I was about to take our relationship one step further. Tears welled in both our eyes; my voice broke as we sobbed together. The audience began to gasp as my words came through deep breaths.

Mary nodded her head even before I could finish my question. "Yes, Peter Thomas, I will be your wife."



Playful Becomes Passionate



It was late. K and Stephen lay in front of American Pie. The movie was 2/3rds over. The incense was lit; the wine was open and half gone. The lighthearted sexuality of the movie was inspiring lighthearted play which would lead to hard hilarious sex on the pile of couch cushions before the end.

“Hello!  You guys home?” The door slammed open.

Quick scrambling and covering up and zipping pants. “Yeah, we’re in here!”

“I’m done. I’ve had it. That’s it. I’m 18. She can’t stop me. I’m gone!” Jasmine, the neighbor and friend came stomping in ranting in the self-absorbed fashion of the young until she noticed the sexual charge in the room. “Oh. I interrupted?”

“Don’t worry about it.” K answered smiling. “Forget your mom for awhile. We’re watching American Pie.”

“That movie is the bomb! ‘This one time, at band camp’” Jasmine quoted and then burst into giggles. She crawled in between them and grabbed Stephen’s wine glass and downed it.

K pushed down her reservations about giving an 18-year-old alcohol. “Stephen, rewind it some.”

Jasmine snuggled between them. “You guys are so cool. This place is so comfortable.”

Steve hit play and they all focused on the movie. Soon the playfulness returned and all three of them were tickling and toying with each other. When the movie was over, Jasmine bounced up. “I pick the next one.”

She grabbed a movie and popped one in. Exotica – an erotic masterpiece with Isabella Rossilini. Jasmine snuggled back in between them and they all watched the movie. Slowly, the sexual energy changed from playful to passionate. The movie was set in a lavish strip joint obviously meant to celebrate sexually with taste and elegance. They watched as the tormented hero obsessed over the dancer in the Catholic school girl dress. Her dance was exciting to watch filled with sensuality and passion, promising sex – innocent, but electrifying. Stephen adjusted his hardening cock in his jeans. The movie was getting to him. He slipped a look at the women out of the corner of his eye. It seemed to be getting to them too. He could see all four of their nipples through their shirts. Jasmine didn’t seem to be aware of it, but she was absent-mindedly caressing her breasts. K had her hand resting casually between her legs and when she thought know one was watching she slipped a finger under her silk jockey shorts and tickled herself a little. The movie went on. 

The sensuality on the screen continued to increase the sensuality in the room. Jasmine noticed Stephen’s hard cock bulging through his jeans. Her eyes kept flickering back to it from the TV. Too causally she rested her hand on his thigh. Stephen looked down briefly, but then looked back at the screen. Jasmine glanced at K. K appeared to be absorbed in the movie. Jasmine moved her hand onto his cock and stroked it through his pants. She didn’t feel K’s eyes on her watching her. K’s fingers slipped into her pussy. She was honey wet. She played with her pussy while she watched her friend stroke her husband. 

Jasmine loved Stephen’s cock. It was the biggest and thickest she had ever known. She was always amazed at how fast and how hard it got when he got excited. She didn’t realize she licked her lips. Jasmine glanced over at K and saw the older woman fingering her pussy. She smiled at K and opened Stephen’s jeans. She pulled out his hard cock so she could play with it some more. Slowly, she stroked it enjoying the length, width and strength of it while watching the sexy, schoolgirl stripper seduce the Donald Sutherland look-a like. 

K was fondling her clit and flicking her eyes between the television and the pair next to her. It was so incredibly enticing to watch her husband getting stroked by the young nymph. K stroked herself faster. Her free hand cupped her heavy breast and massaged it. Jasmine bent down and took Stephen’s cock into her mouth. Stephen groaned and gripped her hair. Jasmine swallowed as much of his cock as she could, but still couldn’t take the last two inches. It was so thick; it filled her mouth and saliva slid down the shaft. Her tongue tickled the underside of it. She bobbed up and down on it. She made sure he was nice and excited than stopped. 

“That’s just a taste for right now. Now you have to watch.” Jasmine sat up and unbuttoned her blouse and looked over at K. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her creamy B-cup breasts were immediately exposed. K watched hypnotized as Jasmine twisted and tweaked her cherry red nipples. K slipped off her own top presenting her own heavy firm breasts to the candle lit room. She caressed them and their hard nipples, which quivered with excitement. 

Stephen ignored the movie and watched the two women’s tit play - the younger girl with her tiny, succulent tits and his wife large voluptuous breasts – heavy, ripe and firm. Jasmine eyed K’s boobs longingly. Suddenly, she leaned over and squeezed one. K sighed. Jasmine kneaded the breast, enjoying the heavy soft feeling. K leaned back and let her hands fall to the floor. Jasmine surprised her by eagerly squeezed both breasts. She was acting like a little girl masturbating for the first time. She smooshed them together. She slapped them and watched the wave ripple across. She pulled the nipples way out and flicked them with her fingers. Then, shyly, she started to bend her mouth to one. She stopped and looked at K who nodded. Jasmine bent her head and stuck out her tongue and licked one of K’s nipples. She did it again and again. She spontaneously sucked the whole nipple into her mouth and nursed. Her hands lifted the breast closer to her face. She suckled. She chewed. She nibbled. She bit. 

Stephen couldn’t stand just watching. He stroked Jasmine’s tight little ass. He slipped his hand between her legs and pressed against her pussy through her jeans. Jasmine’s hips thrust forward rubbing her clit against the thick seem of denim. Stephen’s hand left the stiff material and slipped up the pant leg of his wife’s satin boxers. She was drenched. He easily pushed 2 fingers inside. She thrust against them desperately. He fingered her, relentlessly. All the while never stopping stroking his own cock. He was hard as hell and desperately wanted to pound the fuck out of one of them. But this was obviously about his two women right now.

Jasmine was switching back and forth between each breast – devouring them. K put one hand on either of the girl’s cheeks and pulled her up and kissed her deeply. The two women made out passionately. Pressing their bodies together. Their breasts mashing together. Jasmine’s bright red nipples stark against the chalk white of K’s alabaster breast. Stephen reached up and slid Jasmine’s blouse off. K reached up and cupped Jasmine’s tiny boobs. Her thumbs rubbing the nipples.

Finally K broke the kiss. She looked over Jasmine’s head and nodded to Stephen. He helped ease Jasmine backwards. The girl let herself be laid back on the cushions. Kay stretched over her and whispered, “My turn.”

She kissed Jasmine lightly on the lips. Kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her nose. She slid down and kissed each nipple lightly and then suddenly swallowed one entire breast like she was deep throating a cock. Jasmine let out a little scream and tried to sit up. Stephen's hands gripped her shoulders and held her down. “Hey, wait a minute.” She exclaimed looking up at Stephen. He grinned evilly and shook his head. Jasmine looked down at Kay who looked up in evil delight. She let go of one boob and deep throated the other. The she played - gently at first, but slowly building up to lightly painful torture. Twisting became nibbling became nipping became biting. Caresses moved to squeezing – harder and harder. Kneading turned to squeezing. At first, Jasmine whimpered and struggled but Stephen just held her down and laughed quietly. Slowly, she relaxed and the pleasure in the sensations emerged for her. Soon she was moaning and threshing about -her hips bouncing off the floor.  

K licked the bottoms of Jasmine’s tits. She licked lower, teased the belly button and slid down to her pussy. God, she loved the taste of Jasmine’s pussy. Tart and tangy – like a nectarine. She snuggled deeper into Jasmine’s snatch. The taste, the smell the texture of Jasmine. Goddess! She couldn’t get enough of it. Usually Jasmine was just the slightest bit tense when K went down on her. Just enough to let K know that she wasn’t totally comfortable with lesbian scenes, but tonight she was completely relaxed and comfortable. K settled down to a nice long, gorgeous feast. 

Stephen relaxed his grip on Jasmine’s shoulders as he saw the girl get into enjoying herself. Jasmine’s hand pulled and twisted on her nipples. Her eyes flickering up inside her head. Scream and mewls. Moans. Gasps. Some loud, some soft. One loud yell as she completely let go and released the explosion K had created inside her.

Stephen moved behind K. Jasmine tried to push Kay away after the explosion of her orgasm, but Kay wasn’t remotely finished feasting. She shifted her position, digging in deeper and thrusting her ass in the air. 

Stephen gripped his wife’s ass like he owned it, and pointed his cock at to her open dripping pussy. He slammed into her with one powerful stroke. Hard and deep - he fucked the hell out of his wife as she ate his mistress’ pussy. She thrust her pussy back. He fucked her deeper. He could hear her moans of pleasure muffled by the tiny girl’s cunt. Jasmine screamed in pleasure and pain. Some given by K, some self-inflicted as she twisted and tortured her own nipples. Jasmine reached orgasm first, shuddering, shaking and screaming with joy. Setting off Stephen's nearly painful blast of cum into his wife. K shot over the edge by the force of her husband’s orgasm into her own explosive orgasm. She collapses exhausted onto the body of her little protégé. Stephen sank quietly next to the two women and they all drifted on the slow, ebbing energy and gently fell asleep.



Playful by the Pool



This is a follow up to "My exhibitionist wife."

*

It had been a few months since my wife Karen and I had played a game of poker that resulted in her half naked in front of my friends Ted and Jerry. 

I was supportive of this and had encouraged Karen's new interest in exhibitionism but ever since the poker game not much had happened except for her dressing more seductively when we went out. 

Karen is an incredible tease and we both talked about the possibility of taking things to another level, such as her being completely naked with a group of guys or perhaps more. 

We also talked about how something like that could get out of control once it got started. I told Karen that she should just go with the moment and I wouldn't hold anything against her. 

It really turned me on to have other guys checking her out and the idea of other men pleasing her was a major turn on for me, although I didn't want to pressure her into doing anything she wasn't ready for.

Some time passed and I started to think it would never happen, until Karen suddenly suggested I invited two friends of mine over on a Saturday afternoon, I figured the time had come. 

I also knew that each of them would immediately drop whatever they were doing to have a chance at seeing Karen in one of her skimpy bikinis, half naked, or perhaps more.

When Jerry and Ted arrived they immediately asked if Karen was around and were happy when I told them she would be joining us. When Karen stepped outside she was wearing a new and even smaller bikini than before. I could tell the guys were running their eyes over her body and enjoying the view as she approached, her lovely tits shaking with each step.

Karen then paraded around in front of us, asking the guys what they thought of her new bikini. They could barely speak. She then got closer to us and asked what the guys thought of her tan. Karen told the guys that she had been lying out naked all summer and to prove this she pulled aside part of her bikini top.

"See, no tan lines," Karen said proudly. 

She then turned around and pulled down her bikini bottom a bit to show part of her ass, to prove there wasn't a tan line there either. My dick was getting hard and no doubt my friends were also turned on. 

Karen pulled a lounge chair so it was close and facing us. She undid the back of her bikini top and laid face down in the chair. My friend's eyes never left her body. 

"Honey if you're worried about tan lines, you could just lose the suit altogether," I said. "I mean, that bikini doesn't hide much anyway. I don't think the guys would mind. Besides, they've already seen your tits."

Karen said she didn't think my friends could handle it. 

"What do you guys think?" Karen asked. "Should I go naked?"

My friends stammered and Jerry said that he wouldn't have a problem with it. Ted agreed.

Karen pretended to think it over before asking if the guys would be sure to keep quiet about it, which the guys quickly agreed to. She stood up and approached us. The bikini top hung loosely across her chest.

"Look, I don't want any tan lines but if I'm going to be naked I think you guys should reciprocate," Karen said. "Keep in mind it's only about getting a tan, that's all, so don't get any ideas."

She also demanded that for the rest of the day she was in charge and we would all have to obey her commands. My formerly shy wife was discovering a new side of herself and I liked the results. 

The guys looked at me and I realized I had to make the first move. I dropped my suit and let my semi-hard dick spring into view. The other guys did the same. Karen walked over to us and untied the rest of her bikini top, holding it against her chest. She was obviously happy to see the kind of effect she was having on us as each one of us guys was at least half-mast.

"You're sure you won't tell anyone?" Karen asked.

The guys assured her that they wouldn't so Karen stood before us and let her bikini top fall to the ground. The guys gasped and marveled at the view. Karen then untied her bottoms and stood there completely naked. She stood there for a moment, enjoying the guys' reactions as much as they enjoyed seeing her.

Karen looked us over closely, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on us. I was dying to fuck her, and I imagined my friends were as well. At her suggestion, we all went for a swim to cool things down a bit and the water certainly eased the strain between my legs.

When Karen got out of the pool to go inside, all of our eyes followed her. I met her as she was coming out of the bathroom, grabbed her and started kissing her passionately. She grabbed my dick and started stroking me as I played with her breasts. I tried to get her into a quickie or at least suck me off, but Karen had other ideas.

"That wouldn't be fair to your friends Mark," Karen said. "You wanted me naked, well here I am. Your dick will just have to wait."

With that, she went back out to the pool. I followed, embarrassed at my now raging hardon. It didn't help that Karen's ass was shaking along in front of me. I quickly jumped into the pool. 

All of us guys stayed in the pool while Karen sat down on the edge of the pool, spreading her legs enough to give all of us a good view of her pussy. She was driving us crazy and knew it as all of our eyes were glued on her.

Karen's attempts to make conversation with us proved largely unsuccessful as there was only one thing on our minds. Karen relocated to a chair so she could lie down and insisted that us guys join her. As we got out of the water our ardor had subsided but not entirely.

"Man, are you guys are still sporting wood?" Karen said. "Come here and let me have a look at you."

We gathered around her and she reached out and grabbed Jerry's massive dick. He let out a gasp as Karen handled his manhood. She then did the same to all of us, stroking our dicks and checking out our equipment. 

As much as I enjoyed her finally giving me some attention it was also a thrill to watch her doing this to the other guys. 

Karen then decided we should play Marco Polo. We all got into the pool and each of us guys put on a blindfold. We would each try to grab Karen as she swam and when we succeeded she would give our dicks a few strokes before we let her go. 

At one point I peeked from my blindfold to see Karen stroking Jerry's dick as he played with her breasts. I knew exactly where this was heading and it turned me on even more.

We played for some time with Karen stroking us and keeping us on the edge. At one point I grabbed Karen in the shallow end and I tried to enter her from behind but she said no. I was really getting frustrated and no doubt the other guys were too. 

Karen then had all three of us guys sit on the edge of the pool at the shallow end. She went down the line, stroking us and playing with our dicks, before asking if we wanted to come. Obviously, we said yes.

"Well don't let me stop you, you've all got hands right?" Karen asked.

The guys looked at me, not knowing what to do.

"Oh come on honey," I pleaded. "You got us revved up like this."

"I never said I'd fuck you guys," Karen said. "If you want to get off it's up to you."

Realizing we had no choice I started stroking myself. At Karen's insistence we went one a time as she stood there in the water, caressing her breasts and her pussy as she watched. 

My friends and I were so worked up it didn't take too long for any of us to come. We cleaned ourselves off in the pool, then Karen had us dry off and go inside.

Karen sat in a chair and had us stand in front of her while she stroked our dicks. She then took each one of us into her mouth and nursed our dicks back to their full hardness. Then Karen asked if we all wanted to fuck her. 

The guys looked at me but I stated the obvious that we all wanted to screw her brains out. Karen then informed us that she had three conditions: one, she was still in charge and we would obey her commands; two, we were to tell no one about what transpired that day and three, she was throwing a bachelorette party next weekend and she wanted us to work the party. That last one surprised me.

Jerry asked what she meant by "work" the party.

"You'll serve the drinks, you'll serve the food and you'll do exactly as you're told," Karen said.

I asked what we would be wearing.

"You'll wear whatever I tell you to wear, and nothing more," Karen replied as she continued stroking our dicks. "Look, whatever happens, I promise we'll be nice. Don't you trust me honey?" 

She continued working our dicks with her hands and mouth.

"Fuck it, I don't care," Jerry said.

Karen asked if this meant that he agreed.

"Yes dammit, just get me off," Jerry pleaded.

"So you'll do as I say? You'll work the party? You'll do exactly as you're told?" Karen asked.

"Anything, just make me come," Jerry said.

Karen then took Jerry's dick deep into her mouth and he was in heaven. She looked at Ted and me for a response and we agreed as well. Karen then led us to the bedroom and got out a camera. The guys protested, but Karen said this would be her "insurance policy" that we would keep our end of the bargain. 

As horny as we were, each of guys let her take a picture of us, totally naked, with our dicks at full attention. Karen then lay down on the bed with her legs spread.

"The first thing we're going to find out is which one of my slaves eats the best pussy," Karen said. 

Now she was using the word slaves but none of us guys questioned it, we were too damn horny. One by one we took our place between her legs, rotating as Karen demanded. 

After Ted took my place between her legs, I offered my dick to Karen and I was relieved when she took it into her mouth. Her moaning felt amazing against my dick and it wasn't long before I shot my load down her throat. 

She then straddled Ted's face and was soon having a tremendous orgasm. 

Jerry then took her from behind while she sucked on Ted's dick and I got the lovely sight of Karen's breasts swaying as they fucked. I took a few pictures, figuring she wouldn't mind. After Jerry came, Ted fucked Karen from behind and I knelt in front of her so she could revive me with her mouth. 

After Ted came, Karen had me fuck her so she could suck on Jerry's dick and revive him as well. By the time Jerry came inside her a second time we were all pretty spent.

We then realized it was early evening and we were all starved. I fired up the grill and we got cleaned and dressed for dinner. 

As we were eating, Jerry looked at everyone and asked, "wait, what is it we agreed to do?"

Karen just looked at us and laughed, saying we would find out in a week.

When Karen and I went to bed that night, she was a little nervous that she had taken things too far. I assured her that I was not only fine with what had happened, I probably enjoyed it as much as she did. She then revived my dick with her mouth and mounted me for a nice slow fuck before we fell asleep.

To be continued... 



Playful Games of Josh and Stacie



Prelude

Stacie and Josh love having fun almost as much as they love each other. There is nothing they love more than having fun together. Its not surprising they met at a Mardi Gras party five years ago when they were both 23. They had one of those love at first night experiences. From that night on, their relationship has been defined by daring fun and affection. They were married two years after they met, and the only thing that has changed has been the growing intensity of their shared adventurous affection. The intensity of their love life has always kept them happily faithful to each other.

Josh's muscular physique fills out his 6'4" frame. He has dark brown hair, translucent blue eyes and a broad white smile. Stacie perfectly complements him as a petite 5'4" blonde with blue eyes. Ample round tits with a tight muscular ass accentuate her fit body. 

Stacie and Josh love to play and compete. Both grew up in athletic families almost obsessive with individual and team sports. Their evenings and weekends are now consumed with working out, extreme sports and playing games. Their love and competitiveness are only rivaled by their shared sense of humor. All three qualities come together to define their love life.

The two lovers enjoy nothing more than challenging and surprising one another sexually. It doesn't matter when or where, the higher the risk, the better. For example, Stacie loves to reach her foot under a restaurant table to give Josh's dick a productive foot massage during a leisurely dinner out; Josh enjoys finding creative ways to "spot" for Stacie in the gym until the equipment is coated with her cum. Their unwritten commitment has been to always step up and go along with any challenge posed by the other. Any refusal would only double the challenge. It may put them in a compromising position, but forfeit is never an option. Playful retaliation however always is. 

Sometimes the challenge is mutual. For example, Josh and Stacie struggle to keep their hands off of each other in elevators. If they are alone when the doors close, they take every opportunity to go as far as they can before the doors open again. The challenge is never knowing when the doors will open. Stacie is proud whenever she can get Josh off before they reach the top of a tall building. The risk of course is being caught by surprise when an elevator stops to pick up more passengers. Crowded elevators require more subtly and creativity. The advantage always goes to the one who can maneuver the other to the back of the elevator and take a position in front of them with their body pressed against them. Their best elevator experience was in a 40 story high-rise hotel in the early morning hours after late night partying. Because it was so late and very unlikely for any stops, Stacie immediately turned around, freed Josh's dick from his pants and went to work sucking him off for all he was worth. Seconds before Josh was about to unload down Stacie's thirsty throat, the elevator suddenly stopped at the 32nd floor and the doors opened for another couple waiting to step in. Stacie pulled off Josh's cock in surprise to look toward the opened doors, but Josh was past the point of no return. To everyone's surprise a long ribbon of thick cum launched from Josh's canon to cover Stacie's face. The couple standing outside the elevator doors dropped their jaws in shock at their discovery and didn't move. Stacie's hand instinctively pumped Josh's dick, causing a second and third load to decorate her face and neck before the doors closed. Stacie and Josh both laughed out loud as Stacie wrapped her lips around his pulsating dick to drink in everything she could before the doors opened again at their destination. They hoped they inspired the other couple for their own private elevator ride. 

Stacie and Josh regularly took playful risks on running trails, ski slopes, in museums, and libraries. They loved the idea that anything can be turned into a game or competition. It made even little things fun. For them, competition is always best when there are sexual consequences. Games of tennis, or bowling, or cards or even watching football were rarely ever just about the game. Sexual wagers would always be at stake and paid up.

Chapter One

One Saturday morning Stacie and Josh were outside raking leaves together in the backyard. Their practice was to rake them onto a tarp and pull the leaves to the back of their property to mulch. Josh was wearing a pair of jeans and tennis shoes without a shirt. Stacie wore a t-shirt without a bra, a pair of short shorts and tennis shoes. The two couldn't help being distracted by the other. Josh noticed that Stacie kept looking over at him with a devious sexy smile. Finally his curiosity got the better of him.

"So, what's with the smile," he asked. 

"What smile?" she answered coyly. "I'm just raking leaves," she said.

"You have something up your sleeve," he said knowing her better than anyone. "What is it?"

She couldn't hold back the big smile at being discovered. It was no use denying it. He could read her like a book. "Something just got delivered that I ordered for you," she said. "A surprise."

"What is it?" he asked curiously.

"Now if I tell you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it? I'm saving it for the right moment for what I am going to do to you."

"That sounds interesting," he said sharing her smile.

"Yeah, I'm pretty excited."

"No hints?" he pressed.

"Let's just say I'm looking forward to making you lose control in public without laying a hand on you," she answered confidently. 

"How are you going to do that?" he asked.

"Remotely," she blurted out in her horny excitement.

"Remote control?" he asked surprised.

"I've said too much," she said. She ran her hand down his sweaty chest and across his abdomen, before pushing her petite fingers under the waistband of his jeans toward is growing member. "You'll see." Her fingers wrapped around his dick and stroked it lightly. "I have wonderful plans for you," she added.

"How about a little wager right now?" he asked. His hand moved under her shirt to reciprocate her attention to his dick.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked, glad for an opportunity to turn the chore of raking into a game that might launch her plan.

"I think we can have this yard raked up in an hour," he said. "Don't you?"

"Easy," she said looking around the leaf-covered lawn.

"Let's make two piles, yours and mine. We'll set a timer for 60 minutes. Whoever has the largest pile when the timer goes off will be the winner. Winner takes all and the loser must completely cooperate with whatever the winner wants them to do tonight."

"I like the idea," she said, "but that's not fair. You are twice as big and strong as I am. To make it fair, your pile should be twice the size as mine."

Josh knew Stacie's proposal would put him at a distinct disadvantage. She was strong and in shape for her size. She could hold her own. He knew the amount of leaves raked would be more a function of the size of the rake than their strength. She knew it too. She was looking for any advantage to easily secure her win and put her plan in place. Winning in most anything is as much about strategy as it is about strength. She knew the soft spot in his heart would likely allow a handicap. 

"OK then," he said. "That puts me at a disadvantage, but I will allow it." They both synchronized the alarms on their smart phones for an hour and the competition was underway. Stacie easily kept up with Josh for the first 15 minutes, piling leaves onto her tarp. After the first half an hour he began to gain on her, but nowhere near twice the number of leaves. 

Both were thirsty from the hard work. "Want a bottled water?" he offered, as he ran toward the house to quickly retrieve some hydration before resuming.

"Sure," she said, seeing an opportunity. "Thanks." The moment Josh stepped inside the house, Stacie ran over to his pile of leaves and quickly raked two-thirds of them over to her tarp before he reemerged with the two bottles of water. 

"Hey!" he cried foul. "That's totally not fair!"

"Sure it is," she said proudly. "The only rule we agreed to was whoever had the largest pile of leaves when the timer goes off is the winner. We agreed to nothing else."

"You'll do anything to win," he said admiringly.

"You'll do anything when I win," she said taking the cold bottle of water from his hand, taking a sip and pouring most of the rest down the front of her t-shirt.

Josh went back to his side of the yard to quickly try to regain his lost ground. Both knew he didn't have a chance to double the size of her pile of leaves in the time remaining. Not only was the time left too short, but there weren't enough leaves left to rake to double the size of her pile. Stacie relaxed her pace and basked in the glow of her certain victory. Her focus moved from yard work to planning the night ahead.

With five minutes left on the synchronized timers, the yard was completely raked. Josh's pile was maybe three quarters the size of Stacie's. Her victory was all but certain. She felt a little badly that her conniving forced him to work so hard for so little, but felt proud of her strategic victory. She looked forward to the night ahead. It's not about working harder as much as it is working smarter. With a minute left on the timer she offered a consolation. "Can I get you another water?"

"That'd be great," he said sitting down in defeat.

"Give me your rake," she said. "I just don't want you getting any crazy ideas," she said with a laugh.

"Who would do something devious like that?" he asked playfully. He handed her his rake.

She walked inside and placed the rakes against the kitchen counter before retrieving two waters from the refrigerator. As she did, she looked out the kitchen window and saw Josh pulling her tarp filled with leaves across the yard toward his side. "Oh no you don't," she yelled in shock. She ran outside as Josh pulled the tarp over on itself, emptying the leaves onto his pile. "No, no!" she yelled just as the synchronized alarms sounded a duet marking the end of the competition. "That's not fair!"

"Yeah, fair went out the window a half an hour ago," Josh said with a smile. "Something about the only rule we agreed to was whoever had the largest pile of leaves when the timer goes off is the winner. We agreed to nothing else."

"You'll do anything to win," she answered back. "Damn it. I had this."

"Now it will be your turn to do anything," he answered playfully.

Stacie not only knew Josh would make the most of his win, but she was out-maneuvered to put her plan in place. She would have to wait for another day. Tonight, she would be his. Even more, she had revealed enough of her plan, that she knew he would turn the table on her.

"No time like the present," he said. "Let's start by taking off your t-shirt while we finish the leaves," he said.

"The neighbors will be able to see me from their windows," she said pointing to the second story windows of their nosy neighbors next door and behind them. 

"That's just the beginning," he said. "The faster we get these leaves up, the sooner we can go inside."

She hoped the neighbors had all gone away for the weekend as she conceded by pulling her shirt over her head and tossed it on the patio table. Josh admired his wife's beauty. She loved it when their games intensified. It fed into her competitive side. "I will get you for this," she promised.

"I'm sure you will," he answered playfully. "That's why I need to make the most of it."

The leaves were moved quickly and the two went inside without knowing if any of the neighbors were able to take advantage of the exquisite view. Stacie reached for her shirt.

"No need for that," Josh said.

"What if someone comes to the door?" she asked.

"Then I'll watch as you open it," he said.

"You are merciless."

"I learned from the best," he complemented. She knew he was right. It made her all the more want her turn.

"I've been considering what you said about your plan for me, if you had won of course," Josh said. "Sounds daring."

"It will be," she promised with a smile. 

"Based on that, I thought it would be nice to go out for a little dinner tonight at the Flame." The Flame was a local club with half it's seating outside. It was well named as a hotspot for those looking to meet new people and who like to push the envelope. The seating was unique, circling around the perimeter with all chairs facing toward the center. Small shelves came out from the wall to hold the food between the chairs. The seating arrangement put everyone on display as they enjoyed those they were with or to meet new people. The dance floor was in the middle. The place was always packed, the music great, energy high, and the food outstanding.

"Sounds fun," she said. "I'll need to wear something more than this," she said.

"Not much more," he said with a smile. "I have your outfit on the bed for you after we shower," he said.

Stacie and Josh enjoyed an extended shower. Stacie's passion was as hot as the water, filling her love box with his juices. She was eager for his reciprocation. Josh tormented her, stopping short several times of her orgasmic release. 

"Oh gawd, please take me Josh," she begged.

"I will, I promise," he assured. "In due time."

"I am so ready," she begged. "Take me."

"Perfect," he answered. "That's right where I want you for dinner."

"Oh gawd," she said. She knew he would drive her crazy before the end of the evening.

"Your outfit is on the bed. You'll be stunning tonight for dinner."

Stacie was curious. She always loves the dresses and outfits Josh bought for her. She dried off and hurried to discover what he selected for her.

"Darling, this can't be it," she said. "This is an outfit for us here at the house. I can't go out in this, I'd be arrested." 

There were two pieces of clothing on the bed, a pair of 4-inch stilettos and a small box. She recognized the clothing immediately. The blue shimmery blouse was one she bought to seduce Josh during their love games at home. It was nothing more than two strips of fabric placed over her shoulders that connected around her waist, widely exposing her cleavage and back. The smallest movements easily slide the fabric from side to side, exposing her breasts. The skirt was an eight inch black band of material that started low on her waist, with the bottom almost covering her ass. The matching blue four-inch high heels helped raise her ass under the small covering.

"You're not refusing are you?" he asked, knowing she had no recourse but to cooperate.

"You want me to go out in this? You're taking this to a new level," she said daringly. "You sure you want to do this?" Her question was a challenge, implying a promised payback.

"That's just the beginning," he said playfully. "Open the box."

Stacie already recognized the box. She opened it to find the familiar bullet vibrator and remote they had used in their sex-play around the house. Stacie was hypersensitive to vibrators. When she inserted this one in her love box, Josh loved handling the remote control. In addition to the on and off switch, it offered a small dial for intensity. It was a favorite sex toy for both of them for its infamous affect on Stacie. Like the outfit, they had never used it in public. 

Stacie's heart began to beat faster. Nervous trepidation and arousal filled her body. She blushed at what Josh was asking of her, fearful that someone she knew might see her. At the same time, her pussy moistened in erotic suspense. Her competitive juices flowed. "You really sure you want to do this?" she challenged again. "You will live to regret this," she promised with a smile.

"I can't imagine ever regretting this," he answered confidently.

Stacie got dressed and looked hotter than Josh imagined. The tan skin of her fit body was radiant under the shimmering blue blouse and tiny miniskirt. "Damn," you look good," Josh complemented.

"Damn right," she said, admiring herself in the mirror. She handed him the remote. "I think this belongs to you," she added with a seductive smile.

Josh turned it on to test the device. Stacie's knees buckled slightly at the buzz. "Perfect," he said. "I'm ravenous. Let's go to dinner."

Stacie's nerves grew the closer they got to the restaurant. Josh enjoyed testing the vibrator along the way. Stacie couldn't help already feeling vulnerable to its vibration. The club district streets were busy and packed with Saturday evening activity. Josh pulled up to the valet parking. Attendants immediately opened both of their doors. Josh smiled as Stacie attempted to keep her knees together as she turned her body to step out of the car. Sitting down in the car had already forced the tiny skirt to hike up, exposing her shaved pussy. Turning her legs to exit the vehicle caused the bottom of the skirt to move even higher, providing the surprised attendant with the benefit of the full view of her love box. Keeping her knees together was the only possibility to maintain any trace of modesty, even if only imaginary. The attendant smiled as he reached out his hand to assist her out of the vehicle. She took his hand and leaned forward to step out of the car, providing full view of both rounded breasts in addition to her naked pussy. It was impossible for him to look her in the eyes when the views down her body were so exquisite. 

"Thank you," she said impulsively as she stood up.

"Thank you," he said genuinely grateful. The vision of Stacie's body would inspire many sessions of self-gratification in the weeks ahead for the young attendant.

Stacie quickly worked to pull down the bottom of her skirt to cover what she could before repositioning her blouse to cover her breasts. Josh met her on the curb and took her hand. He couldn't also help noticing the attendant's blushed face and the raging hard-on constrained by his uniform pants. "Perfect," he said. "Shall we?" he asked with a light squeeze of Stacie's hand and a step toward the restaurant's entrance.

"I am so going to get you," Stacie whispered feeling completely exposed. Her words were a promise of sexual conquest as much as they were retaliation. She couldn't deny her growing arousal from the exposure mixed with embarrassment. 

"I'm sure you will," Josh said, knowing his wife. "Something to look forward to as we enjoy tonight." Josh pushed the little button on the remote that brought her pussy to life. Stacie stumbled at the challenge of walking while her cunt was under amorous assault from within. 

"Welcome to Flame," a young brunette said as Josh and Stacie approached the hostess podium. 

"Thank you. Two please," Josh answered.

The young hostess looked admiringly at Josh before taking in the exposed beauty of his date. She was equally impressed by how attractive and daring Stacie was to come out dressed as she was for a night on the town. "I have a location right here," she said pointing to two empty seats near the entrance, or on the other side," she pointed across the room. Stacie hoped Josh would pick the table close to the entrance, but knew better.

"That one across on the other side looks perfect," Josh said. 

"Great," the hostess said. Please follow me."

Josh took Stacie's hand as he paraded her across the empty dance floor, following the hostess to their position on the other side of the circular room. The bright lights shimmered off her slinky blouse. Every step caused her skirt to hike slightly, baring more of the bottom of her ass until it inched up to expose the bottom of her pussy. All eyes in the crowded club had turned to capture the vision walking across the bright dance floor. If Stacie stopped to adjust her skirt, it would just draw more attention to her exposure. If she kept going, she feared her skirt would become nothing more than a belt around her waist, leaving everything that mattered fully exposed. She worked the best she could to manage the tiny skirt as she tried to keep up with Josh and the young hostess. Each time she bent over slightly to pull the bottom of her tiny skirt down, her loose blouse fell forward, revealing her perfect breasts. 




Playful Games of Josh and Stacie



"Here you are," the hostess announced when they finally arrived to their tall chairs. "Bruno, your waiter will be right with you."

"Thank you," the two said in unison as they each stepped up into their chairs. Stacie was too short for her feet to reach the floor. She was grateful for the footrest that elevated her knees comfortably. Even so, as she discovered in the car, it was impossible to sit in this skirt and keep her ass and pussy fully covered.

"My name is Bruno," the Latin waiter announced with his prompt service. "I'll have the pleasure of serving you this evening." Stacie felt like the evening just got even better. "Can I get you anything to drink?" Bruno asked, working hard to keep his eyes on theirs, but quickly found the distraction of Stacie's lack of attire alluring. Stacie couldn't help opening her legs a little to offer a peek.

"She'll have a vodka cranberry. Make it a double, light on the cranberry," Josh said with a smile. "I'll have a Rum and Coke."

"You've got it," he said grabbing another glance of eye candy and leaving as quickly as he arrived.

"I see you are beginning to enjoy yourself," Josh said. He noticed many around the room had not stopped looking Stacie's direction, even though they had taken their seats. He had to concede she was mesmerizingly beautiful.

"Always, with you," she said leaning over the shelf between them to offer a kiss." The moment their lips touched, Josh played with the remote control. 

"Mmmm," she said encouragingly, still aching for the orgasm she was denied in the shower. Josh teased her with it through the first few drinks and dinner, slowly bringing her to the edge of orgasm, and keeping her there. The buzz of the vodka and bullet made her insatiably horny. 

The lights in the restaurant adjusted and the band started playing with a beat that shook the floor. The fancy eatery transformed from a swanky uptown restaurant to the Saturday night Club it was known for. "Let's dance," Josh said, taking her hand. The whole place moved from the music and animated bodies across the dance floor. Colored lights travelled randomly. The alcohol and movement on the floor distracted Stacie from realizing her seductive dance moves were no competition for the weak material of her tiny skirt. She bent over, to shake her ass to the music, offering full views of her round tits, while her impressive ass and pussy were systematically bared in full view of her fellow dancers. Josh took pride in the beauty of his wife. He knew men would fantasize from her show, and women would be inspired. Josh made full use of the remote as she danced, encouraging her seductive moves. Stacie was lost in the moment. After a half dozen songs, Stacie's body dripped with sweat. Her ass glistened, making her it all the more slippery for the tiny piece fabric to cling to. 

Josh kept her at the edge of orgasm. Finally the music turned slow to give dancers an opportunity to catch their breath and to move on their partners. Josh took Stacie in his arms and held her close as they danced as one to the soft music. He slowly turned the dial to intensify the internal massage of her pussy. "Oh gawd," you're going to take me," she said.

Josh let go of the button.

"Don't stop, Josh. Please don't stop. Take me, please," she begged. Her body tingled. 

Josh walked her back to their seats after the song finished. Fresh drinks from Bruno were waiting for them. Stacie downed hers, attempting to rehydrate her sweaty aroused body. Josh pushed the remote again. Her body quaked in response. She took hold of the arms of the tall chair with both hands. "Oh gawd, please take me," she said loud enough for those around her to hear, even through the music

Bruno appeared again noticing Stacie's empty glass. "Can I get you another?" he asked.

"You can do something for us," Josh offered holding up the remote. Stacie's eyes grew big, but still desperate for release. "My wife here is desperate for an orgasm," he volunteered candidly. Stacie couldn't believe her ears, but couldn't deny his words. "I've been using this remote to torment her all night with the vibrator she has in her." Josh pushed the button, allowing both to watch Stacie's immediate involuntary response. Bruno couldn't believe what Josh was sharing.

"The truth is, she's been begging me to take her." Stacie's eyes looked pleadingly at Josh with a seductive smile. Josh handed the remote to Bruno. "I'd love it if you do the honors."

Stacie couldn't believe Josh had relinquished the remote to another man, a complete stranger, other than the drinks he had been serving all night. Now he would be serving her more than liquid refreshments.

"Are you serious?" Bruno asked taking the remote. 

"Yep," Josh said with a smile. "Whenever you decide its time, from anywhere in the room, just push this button to finish her off."

Bruno pushed the button, and Stacie jumped. 

"Oh gawd," she said in disbelief. The suspense built. "Please, if you want a big tip, just take me now."

"Let me get you another drink," he said. "This one is one me," he said with a large Latin smile.

Stacie was aroused at the mystery and suspense. She was desperate to give, but now had no idea when it would be or from where in the room. Her nipples hardened at her arousal. She wanted desperately to finger herself, but her near-naked body was visible to the whole room. Little shots of vibration shot through her body as Bruno continued to serve guests drinks and her virgina with remote massages. 

Suddenly the spotlight in the center of the dance floor moved around the room and stopped over Josh and Stacie. The rest of the room went dark. The M.C. announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we want to announce the winner of tonight's VIP award." Josh and Stacie had no way of knowing Bruno was a longtime friend of the M.C.. The moment Josh handed Bruno the remote, he had a unique idea to entertain the crowded club. There had never been a VIP award at the Flame; Stacie would be their first and only recipient. All eyes were on Stacie as her pussy began to vibrate. "It appears her excitement for the award is unleashing a mammoth orgasm." The crowd cheered her on.

"Oh gawd," she said again under the bright show lights. Bruno kept the button pushed from across the room. "Oh shit!" she shouted. The orgasm began to climb from the far-reaches of her body. She took hold of the arms of the tall chair again as her ass began to buck. Her tits had no chance of staying covered under the flimsy blue fabric. The crowd began to cheer her on. She couldn't believe this was happening, but didn't want it to stop. The more she bucked involuntarily at the growing ecstasy, the more the bottom of her skirt climbed toward her waist. 

Bruno let go of the button only momentarily. "Don't stop," she begged with a scream. Bruno reengaged the source, causing Stacie to let out another scream. She struggled to keep her knees together in front of the watching crowd. When she forced them together to protect her modesty, it intensified the vibrations of the device. However, by spreading them, she exposed herself to the crowded circular room. She held on to the arm rests as the unrelenting massage continued. She knew it would not be content, nor would she until it publicly drained her. Cold chills covered her body until finally the orgasm washed over her like a torrential tsunami. Wave after wave of the orgasm rocked her body. Cum visibly gushed from her pussy. She wanted nothing more than for Josh to get off his chair and fuck her for all she was worth.

Suddenly couples around the room started to make out, inspired by Stacie's impressive performance of live action. Lovers who came together moved quickly to relieve one another of their clothing; complete strangers gave permission with impromptu dates. Clothing began to carpet the dance floor. Bruno had no idea his actions would lead to an impromptu orgy. 

Bruno found his way back to his favorite customers to return the remote control. He thanked them, and told them the tab was covered. Josh and Stacie decided to finish their personal party back at home and away from the spotlight.

The next morning, they woke up in a blissful warmth as the early sun streamed through the windows of their bedroom.

"Did that actually happen?" Stacie asked Josh out loud, not sure if something that crazy could actually happen. Her head spun from the lingering affects of the alcohol.

"You were amazing," Josh answered. "You inspired hundreds," he said proudly. 

"I love you," she answered. "You continue to rock my world." They both laughed at another experience added to the book of their marital adventures. A long passionate kiss led to a quiet reprise of making love again in the quiet seclusion of their bedroom.

Chapter Two

The next week began with the usual demands of work. Stacie worried that someone from the office may have seen her at Club Flame Saturday night. If they had, she didn't know if they would tease or thank her for her performance, and all it led to. If they had, no one admitted it early. There was the usual talk in the staff lounge around the coffee pot. If it was mixed company, it was always benign conversation about what was going on in the news, sports or politics. If it was just the girls, the topics always gravitated to more interesting topics and stories of their sex lives.

"I'm so bummed," Julie said to Stacie as the two were refilling their coffee cups Tuesday morning.

"Why?" Stacie asked.

"My sister is supposed to have her bachelorette party this Thursday night, but the stripper cancelled."

"That's too bad," Stacie answered. 

"Yeah," Julie said. "We have a dozen girls all fired up to get smashed and entertained, but now no entertainment. My sister is bummed."

"What was he supposed to do?" Stacie asked curiously. Her creative mind moved into problem solving mode. "What was he contracted for?"

"It was better than the usual 'strip and run,' like I had at my bachelorette party" she said. "We were going to get this guy for an hour." 

"And?" Stacie pushed.

"He was going to start the entertainment with an elaborate striptease then find ways to entertain the girls until the hour was up," Julie answered a little embarrassed.

"You mean sex?" Stacie asked.

"Not officially," Julie answered, "but almost anything else. The only rule they gave us was nothing still clothed could be touched, but anything exposed was fair game."

"Is that just on him, or would that apply for him with the girls too?" Stacie asked.

"That's a good question," Julie answered. "They didn't say. I suppose it applies to everyone. But it doesn't matter now," she said disappointedly. 

"I may have a solution for you," Stacie answered.

"What? I mean, where do you find a good stripper with this short of notice?" she asked. 

"No guarantees," Stacie said, "but I'll try and let you know in the morning."

"You do Stacie, and I'll owe you big time. Name it and I'll be there."

"Careful what you promise," Stacie said with an admiring look down Julie's body. You may find yourself as entertainment."

"Like I said," Julie answered with a seductive smile. "If this happens for my sister, name it and I won't disappoint."

"Deal," Stacie said to secure the promise.

Stacie used the rest of the afternoon to prepare her plan. Nothing could be left to chance. On her way home from work she picked up some elegant take out to serve for dinner on her candle lit dining room table. She turned the rest of the lights around the house down low then changed into a sexy semi-transparent red dress with matching fuck-me pumps. Underneath she wore a lacy black push-up bra, matching thong, garter belt and thigh-high fishnet stockings. The contrast would allow Josh to easily see the outline of her lingerie beneath her dress.

She heard the automatic garage door open, signaling Josh's arrival. She poured a scotch for him and a glass of wine for her. Light jazz played throughout the house. Stacie stood in the center of the living room, positioned so he could enjoy a full view of her beauty the moment he walked through the door. Her intent would be obvious.

"Hey Lover," she said the moment their eyes locked as he walked in the door.

"Well, hello," he said, glad for the romantic surprise. "What do we have here?"

"A scotch for starters," she said lifting his glass as an invitation to retrieve it from her.

He put his briefcase down and accepted the invitation. The scotch came with a gentle seductive kiss. They held their glasses and danced to the soft music.

"You ready for more already?" he whispered playfully into her ear.

"I'm ready for you," she said. "Hungry?"

"For what?" 

"Dinner first," she said, "then we'll see."

"Sounds good," he said.

They enjoyed the romantic dinner under the candlelight and soft jazz. They couldn't resist teasing one another with their words and touch. As dinner finished, she asked, "how about a little game of cards to make what happens next interesting? You win and I'm all yours again. I win, and you're all mine." 

The romantic dinner prepared Josh perfectly for the invitation. Stacie knew his competitive personality, rounds of scotch and already hard dick would work together to make the offer irresistible. "Join me in the living room?"

The two walked to the couch, where Josh saw two stacks of chips, with two decks of cards combined on the coffee table, ready for their game. "Why don't you refill our glasses while I shuffle the cards." Stacie picked the cards up and pretended to shuffle them a few times before giving the illusion of cutting them. "Five Card Stud?" she asked.

"Sounds good," he said.

"Chips are purchased in a minimum of $1000 increments. Each $1000 of chips costs an article of clothing determined and removed by the other person. When we are out of clothing, well it costs you whatever the other person determines is worth $1000." Stacie smiled. "The game only ends when both of us call it over."

"You've thought this through," he said.

"More than you know," she said. "Would you like to deal or would you like me to deal?" 

Stacy knew Josh likes being in control and dealing in card games. She also knew he would anticipate that. So, in an act of reverse psychology that she anticipated he said, "You deal." 

"You sure?"

"Why, did I mess you up?"

"Nope, as you saw, the cards are all shuffled. I just know you like to deal.

"Your deal," he said feeling confident. He played into her hand.

"The ante for each new game requires $200 in chips. I need some chips," she said. "What do you want to take off of me first?

"Let's start deep, with those panties."

"Not wasting any time," she said seductively. She stood up and pulled her short skirt up, giving him free access to her panties beneath. 

"Nice garter belt," he complemented.

"Thanks. I plan on keeping it."

"We'll see about that. The panties are a good start," he said sliding them down her legs, exposing her trimmed snatch." He started to lean in to kiss her soft skin.

"Ah, ah," she said. "Only the panties. Anything else, you'll have to pay for." She had him right where she wanted him. She took her first $1000 in chips. "I'll start gently and take your shirt."

The hands went exactly as Stacie had planned, each winning and losing evenly with a slight edge for Josh. Stacie had lost her dress and bra, leaving her only in her garter belt with fishnet stockings and shoes. Josh had lost his pants and shoes, leaving him in his t-shirt and boxers. Josh liked the way the game was going and liked how Stacie looked. His scotch and her sensual lingerie made his betting more liberal.

Josh had $500 in chips in front of him, Stacie was down to her last $200 before she would need to replenish. "New hand," Josh said tossing the ante of $200 in the center. Stacie anted up, depleting her stash. "I think I'll raise by $100."

"You haven't seen your cards yet," she said.

"True," he answered. "I guess I'm just feeling lucky tonight." He knew she would need to remove her garter belt and stockings to call. If she chose not to, the hand would be over and she would need to remove it anyway to ante up for the next hand. 

"You are heartless," she said. "What do you want?"

"Your garter belt and stockings," he said.

Stacie stood up in front of her husband. He enjoyed stripping her of her last genuine piece of clothing, leaving only the collateral of her shoes on. 

"Damn that's nice," he complemented. "Not long now," he said with a wink.

Stacie felt exposed, but knew the time had come to implement the final touches of her plan.

"True," she said. She loved her husband's lust for her. It made her feel beautiful. She dealt the cards for the next hand. Josh couldn't believe what his wife had dealt him: four aces and a king of hearts.

"Damn," he said in a weak attempt to deceive her. "I guess that's why they say you have to play the hand you are dealt."

"Oh good," she said playing along. "I'll raise you $400," she said. Her bet would either force Josh to fold or to remove another piece of clothing. She knew what he would do. 

"You want my shirt or boxers?" he asked.

"Stand up. It's time we even the playing field a bit," she said. She slid his boxers down his muscular legs, freeing his already rock hard dick to bounce in front of her face. She desperately wanted to swallow it whole.

"Uh, uh," he said. "You'll have to pay for that," he repeated playfully. He moved $400 of chips into the pot followed by another $600. "I see your bet and raise you another $600."

Stacie looked down at the $500 in chips in front of her. His move was strategic. "Someone is confident in his hand," she said. She stood up next to Josh and raised one foot off the floor so he could remove her high heel shoe. She stepped back down, four inches lower than she was in the shoe and raised the other foot, allowing him to remove the last piece of clothing she had. Josh knew if he played his cards right, this beautiful vision of his wife would soon be all his in one hand.

"I'm not the only one who seems confident with their hand," he answered.

"It's hard to beat a four of a kind," she said as if leaking valuable information.

"Yes it is," he answered. Josh knew he had her. Even if she had a four of a kind, it wouldn't beat his four aces with a king high. 

"So," she said, "I'll see your $600 and raise $800." The competitive and sexual tension mounted. She moved the large stack of chips into the growing pile in the center. It would also force Josh to join Stacie in finishing the hand without any clothing. Stacie had $100 in chips left in front of her, Josh felt rich with $400.

"I'll see your raise," he said, "and add $200 to make it an even $1000."

"You son of a bitch," she said playfully. "I'm out of chips."

"I guess you'll have to earn them," he said. 

She hoped for this. "What do you want?" she asked.

"My dick feels like it is going to explode," he confessed. "It needs you to work some oral magic for relief," he said.

"That's an expensive blow job," she said as she lowered her mouth toward his long hard member.

"It's a bargain," he complemented, but only the beginning." 

Her mouth sucked the bulby head before making the entirety of his cock disappear down her throat. Josh raised his ass in response to her aggressive affection. His dick needed little encouragement before the first waves of cum poured down her throat. She pulled it out of her mouth and allowed the dick to stroke her face. The last few globules of cum decorated her face. "Mmmm," she said. "That was good. I hope that is only the beginning."

Josh was in blissful heaven. He and his wife were playing the best game of strip poker he could remember. He was enjoying the beauty of his gorgeous seductress who just gave him masterful head. He had four aces and a king in his hand to secure anything else he will want from her. And the night was still young. This couldn't go any better for a quiet lust-filled Tuesday evening with his wife.




Playful Games of Josh and Stacie



Stacie licked her lips in satisfaction. "I say we go all in," she said pushing all of her hard earned chips to the center. "Whoever wins this hand has tonight and one other night this week with full compliance from the loser. No resistance to anything that is asked, or our standard rule of doubling applies. Full, willing cooperation."

Josh was excited by the proposal. "You sure you want to do that after Saturday night?" he asked caringly.

"I want to do it especially after Saturday night," she said.

"OK," Josh said. "You are raising the stakes pretty high. There is no reneging. No holds barred. Full cooperation tonight and one other night this week. 

"Deal," she said, shaking hands with him playfully. 

Josh moved all of his chips to the center. 

"Time to show your cards," she said.

Josh felt guilty enjoying the moment as much as he did. He watched her eyes as he dropped one card at a time in front of her. "King, ace of clubs, ace of diamonds, ace of spades and ace of hearts."

"Damn!" Stacie shouted admiringly. "That is a great hand. Who can beat four aces?"

Josh blushed as he gloated over the best hand he had ever had, played at the perfect moment. "Let's at least see what you have since you paid and will pay so much for it."

"A ten of hearts," she said. Josh beamed at the first card. It almost felt sad. Who can win with a ten of hearts? Stacie continued to reveal her cards one at a time, "a jack of hearts, a queen of hearts, a king of hearts." 

Josh's heart began to sink. "Oh no," he said out loud. "You can't..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.

"Ace of hearts," she said. "A royal flush. Not many hands can beat a four of a kind, even four aces king high. But a royal flush does every time."

"No way!" Josh protested. "How do I get four aces and you get a royal flush in the same hand?" he asked. "This is so rigged," he said. 

"You're not protesting are you? How could it be rigged?" Stacie asked with a devilish smile. "I suppose it's kind of like raking leaves," she added. "What matters is how the game ends."

Josh knew he had no argument. They played the game and she won. He would be the prize. 

"Thursday night," she said.

"What's Thursday night?" he asked.

"It's when I will need your full cooperation," she said with a smile. "We have a date. More on that tomorrow. Tonight, you are mine.""

Stacie went to work on Wednesday with a smile on her face. She had at least two reasons for it, her night with Josh and her eagerness to let Julie know entertainment had been secured for her sister's bachelorette party.

"You're kidding me!" Julie shrieked. "That's awesome! How'd you do it? Where'd you find him?"

"Doesn't matter," Stacie said. "I'll just need to go along to make sure everything goes as arranged," she said.

"Even better!" Julie said. "It will be great to have you there for the party. Same arrangement with the dancer?"

"Absolutely," Stacie said. "He'll start by stripping, then entertaining. Anything exposed is fair game. Anything covered is off limits. I'll have one more surprise for you, but I'll wait to tell you to let that be part of the entertainment."

"I can't wait to tell my sister," she said. "I owe you big time Stacie," she said. "Name it and it's yours," she said.

"Again, careful what you promise," she said with a glance up and down Julie's body. "I will take you up on that."

"I hope you do," she said.

Thursday morning Josh and Stacie were enjoying a light breakfast together before heading out to work. "Tuesday night was amazing," Josh said. 

"Yes it was," Stacie answered fondly. 

"So what's our date tonight?" he asked curiously.

"You are the stripper and entertainment for the bachelorette party of the sister of a friend of mine," she answered nonchalantly.

Josh sprayed the small sip of coffee out of his mouth in surprise. "I'm what?" he asked.

"You're the stripper and entertainment for an hour at a bachelorette party tonight," she said. "I've got a sexy cowboy outfit for you to wear. I've dubbed you the Dong Ranger," she said.

"You are kidding me," he said shocked. He didn't know if he should laugh or be shocked.

"Nope, it's all arranged. There are a dozen women expecting us at 8:00 tonight. You are going to do a striptease down to a fancy new thong I bought for you. You might remember the package I mentioned that arrived last Saturday? Well, the package is for your package." Stacie smiled. She enjoyed watching Josh squirm at the news. 

"You really are kidding me," he repeated in astonishment.

"It actually gets better. The guy they had backed out, so I felt badly for them and volunteered you. I said you'd be better than he would have been. He had promised to entertain them for the rest of the hour and that anything exposed is fair game for the women to touch. They are just not allowed to touch anything still covered. I said the least we could do is match that and add this little remote control."

"Remote control?"

"The lycra thong I have for you is so tight that your large dick will be forced into the small space for everyone to admire. It has a wonderful two and a half inch bullet vibrator built in that responds to this remote control. The reviews on it online were very good. Imagine the fun the ladies will have watching you dance."

"You are taking this to a new level," he said. 

"Actually you did Saturday night. I'm just continuing the fun, and it will be fun." 

Josh knew he had no way out. 

"I wanted to let you know so you can use the day to anticipate the night and practice your dance moves. I want you to make me proud."

Thursday evening came quickly for Josh. When he got home, Stacie had a sexy cowboy costume laid out on the bed for him that included a shirt, a vest, cowboy boots, chaps, cowboy hat, an eye mask and the infamous vibrator-embedded thong. 

"Want a scotch as you get dressed?" Stacie asked as she walked up from behind. He turned around and discovered her carrying a full glass of scotch. She was wearing a tiny indian squaw costume with moccasins. 

"What's that?" he said.

"You like?" she asked. "Me play too," she said teasingly. I'm going with you to 'chaperone,' and to watch the fun. Time for you to get dressed Dong Ranger. You have a room full of drunk women waiting for their entertainment."

Stacie and Josh arrived promptly at the appointed time. Josh resigned himself to the task before him. Julie greeted them at the door. "You look sexy," she said to Stacie, "and so do you" she said to the masked stranger. 

"Here's a CD for the show," Stacie informed, handing Julie the disk filled with music she prepared for the occasion. 

"Follow me to the back." Julie led them to the large great room in the back of the house. Loud party music, the sounds of women laughing and the smell of alcohol filled the house. As they entered the room, they discovered many of the dozen women dancing with drinks in their hands. None were sober. They were wearing varying amounts of clothing, as a result of some of their earlier party games. Cheers erupted when the three walked into the room.

"Let me introduce you to my sister Nicole," she said. 

Nicole was a tall 5'8" brunette. The bride is always most vulnerable when bachelorette party games are played. The earlier contests had left her with nothing on but panties. Her large white firm globes were exposed over her otherwise dark tan body. 

"Nicole, this is..." Julie started.

"The Dong Ranger," Stacie finished. "He's here to entertain you and your friends tonight."

Nicole was plastered and impressed. "Nice to see you," she said putting her hand out to shake Josh's. "I can't wait to see more of you."

"Well, let's get this show going then," Stacie asserted eagerly. She had waited for this moment. Josh was still in disbelief of what Stacie was putting him up to. 

Stacie used a loud voice to announce the night's entertainment to Nicole and her friends. "Ladies, this is none other than the Dong Ranger." The women cheered as they sized Josh up. "I am his trusty friend Tonto here to make sure nothing gets too out of hand, although I'm am not quite sure what that would be." The women cheered again. "The only ground rule for the Dong Ranger is anything exposed is fair game for you to touch and enjoy however you want. However, anything covered is off limits. That's the only thing off limits. This is your party. Any questions?"

"Anything uncovered is fair game with the Dong Ranger?" Natasha asked as she stood up from the couch wearing only bra and short skirt.

"Anything," Stacie reconfirmed.

Natasha unhooked the front closure to her bra, releasing her large ebony breasts. "Then these are fair game for the Dong Ranger!" she announced. She bent over and shook her ass toward Josh. "And this is fair game," she said as she slid her own thong down her legs.

Stacie realized this might get crazier than she anticipated. "One more thing," Stacie informed. "Built into the Dong's holster is a vibrator controlled by this remote control. Anybody interested in having it?"

The women cheered again, begging her for it. Julie was in disbelief for how her friend delivered. She owed Stacie even more than she realized. "It seems only right," Stacie continued "that the future bride should get to start with it, but let's make sure everyone enjoys what it can do." Stacie handed the small remote control to Nicole. "Hi-ho Silver!" she shouted, "let's start the music." Julie advanced the CD player to Stacie's disk. The striptease music blared through the house, beginning of course with the William Tell Overture.

Josh immediately got into the role. His strategy in life was to dive into moments completely. It is always far better to put yourself fully into something, than to be half-assed, disappointing everyone and embarrassing yourself. Besides, he loved to dance. He approached his striptease as if he were doing it for Stacie in the privacy of their bedroom. The only difference this time was he happened to be dancing for her in a room filled with other 12 drunk women. 

Josh began to bump and grind, slowly removing his clothing, one item at a time. He couldn't help but be aroused by the encouragement of his scantily clad audience. His male ego kicked in, setting a personal goal to create a memory Nicole may take with her into her honeymoon bed. Stacie asked him to make her proud; He was determined to do so. 

"Take it off! Take it off!" the women yelled. Women around the room took the liberty to get up close and personal to the Dong Ranger as he danced and disrobed in a way they couldn't have at a public show. Josh stretched the striptease out as long as he could to maintain the tension between the stripping and the teasing.

With a little more than a half an hour left to the commitment, Josh found himself wearing only his hat, eye mask and small lycra thong which did little to hide anything beneath. Women freely tested the ground rule by taking advantage of his bared body, licking and caressing his chest. Natasha was first, kissing him while taking a hold of his hands and pressing them against her large dark breasts. "Squeeze them," she said. "They are fair game."

Josh looked over at Stacie, uncomfortable with the command. Stacie realized his predicament. She announced an invitation and promise of her husband to these twelve women. She put him in this position. She couldn't back out now. She knew his love for her. Stacie gave an approving wink and a smile. "Do it baby," she said softly. "Whatever they want as long as it's not covered."

Natasha felt Josh's strong hands close around her large breasts. "Oh yes!" she yelled. "Harder," she said. She rubbed his chest with her hands and kissed his neck. Josh's hands kneaded her tits. The party turned a corner in that moment that took it to another level. Women took turns offering parts of their bared bodies to his touch. Stacie enjoyed watching Josh meet their demands while keeping his thong on. His thong buzzed with energy as the remote was handed from woman to woman around the room. Josh could feel it working its magic on his constrained dick. The energy in the party ramped up to fever levels. Women began fondling, caressing and kissing one another as others took turns with Josh. 

Suddenly things intensified when Julie and Natasha pulled Nicole's panty down her long legs when she wasn't expecting it. Natasha smelled the soaked material before holding it up. "Someone is excited!" she announced. "Her panty is drenched! We have a bared pussy over here that needs some man attention before it gets married off. I think the Dong Ranger needs to do something about this."

Cheers and screams filled the room. "Lick it! Lick it!"

Nicole's head spun from the alcohol. She was aroused by all the activity in the room with her closest friends. Julie and Natasha laid her on her back across the top of the plush leather couch. Her long legs naturally spread on either side, one down the back of the couch, the other along the front cushion, resting her foot on the seat of the couch. Julie took hold of her hands, raised them over her head and held them together.

"OK Dong Ranger," Julie announced to the room as much as to Josh, "we have a damsel in distress with a bared pussy that needs to be rescued." The women around the room cheered again. "It needs to be licked to freedom."

Josh looked again at Stacie. Stacie nodded again with approval. "Do it," she said quietly, "do it like you are doing me."

Josh leaned over the end of the couch, spread Nicole's pussy lips wide in front of the horny suspense-filled onlookers, and unleashed his tongue on her wet cunt. Cheers and shouts of encouragement again filled the room. 

Stacie lowered her fingers to her own love box as she watched Nicole succumb to Josh's masterful attention. Josh felt Natasha's relentless use of the remote, causing the vibrator to effectively stroke his dick in the captivity of his tight thong. 

Josh focused his attention on Nicole's glistening cunt. It didn't take long before her ass started to tremor at the impending orgasm. "Oh shit, oh shit! You are good!" Josh's tongue pushed harder across the button of her clit, coaxing every drop of her cum toward a volcanic eruption. Shouts and cheers continued from every direction around them. "yes! Yes! YES!" Nicole shouted as her body rocked in ecstatic orgasm. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" Nicole pleaded. Josh obliged, lapping up her juices and determined to drain her. 

Julie watched as Stacie fingered herself in lust. Nicole mesmerized the rest of the room. Julie smiled as she watched Stacie take herself in concert with Josh's masterful work on Nicole.

Nicole melted into the soft leather couch after the waves of orgasmic thunder subsided. Every woman in the room wanted a turn to experience the gift the Dong Ranger just gave the guest of honor. 

Natasha continued her relentless use of the remote control. "Oh gawd," Josh said as he stood up from being bent over the couch to service Nicole. His face was still wet from the gushes of Nicole's cum. His hips bucked slightly as he felt his dick beginning to surrender to the vibrator's assault in a room filled with hungry, horny naked women, as his wife looked on. "Oh damn," he said as he instinctively looked down toward his waist, drawing all eyes in the room to his dick. His dick grew harder as the orgasm moved closer to climax. Natasha turned the remote dial to full intensity, keeping her thumb firmly pressed on the button. "Oh shit," he said. His dick continued to move and climb within the tight thong like a long snake desperate to be released into the wild. With no where to go, the Ranger's long dong burst through the top of the thong, in full view of the watching room. As the vibrations continued, his dick continued to grow as if being inflated. 

Stacie realized she should have known there was no way the tiny vibrating thong could contain his impressive dick at full stature. The larger it grew and the more it throbbed, the soft lycra material was systematically lowered to uselessness.

"Oh gawd, I'm going to cum!" Josh announced almost involuntarily. The twelve women immediately gathered around Josh as if waiting for a geyser to blow. 

Natasha handed the remote to Nicole. "You should do the honors," she said to her spent friend. Nicole held it up and pushed it one final time, launching a thick ribbon of cum from Josh's rocket as if on command.

"Aaauuuggghhhh!" Josh shouted as load after load poured from his cock. He bucked his hips in response, to the beat of the music. White streams of his man juices painted his stomach and dripped from his throbbing red dick. 

"If I've ever seen anything exposed, this is it," Natasha said diving forward and engulfing his soaked dick in her mouth. Stacie couldn't believe what was happening as she watched the thick ebony lips consume her husband's cock before any chance for response. Woman after woman took turns, working together to bring him to three consecutive eruptions. 

The Dong Ranger's trusty friend Tonto offered to drive her spent Kemosabe home. "Very impressive in there," she complemented genuinely.

"My goal was to make you proud," he said.

"You made me more than proud," she said. "You were amazing. When we get home, we're going for one more ride."

"I love you," he answered. "You never cease to rock my world." 

They both laughed at another experience added to the book of their marital adventures. Long passionate kisses led to a quiet reprise of making love again in the quiet seclusion of their bedroom.



Playful Heather



NOTE: This story is set in the Sex Mage World.

***

Heather looked up from her magazine as she suddenly sensed her husband getting a very strong erection. She glanced over to him, sitting on the couch watching the television. Duncan squirmed a bit and had to adjust himself. Heather gave him an amused smirk as he glanced over to her inquisitively.

"Thinking of something naughty?" Heather said. She brushed her curly brown hair back, tucking a strand behind her ear in that way she knew Duncan found unbearably sexy-cute.

He shook his head. "N-no," he said. "Are you doing this?"

"I'm not doing a thing sweetie," she said. Duncan then gasped and his body tensed. Heather focused her senses, and could tell he was feeling the effects of two phantom mouths lovingly licking and sucking his cock. Duncan let out a moan and gripped the couch cushions tightly. "Oh, my. Looks like you've got a secret admirer who wants to show her appreciation! Have you been fooling around behind my back?"

"No!" said Duncan. He winced as the mouths sucked him harder, the tongues swirling and stroking his sensitive cock in just the right places. "A-are you sure you're not doing this?"

"Girl scout's honor!" said Heather, holding up a three finger solute. And she really wasn't this time. Aside from her husband, she could sense the erections of at least a dozen other men in the neighborhood, being stimulated by the same double-blowjob signals. It was impossible to trace the origin point, but it was clear some woman, or perhaps several women, in the neighborhood were casting a wide spell signal, broadcasting the blowjob sensations to any man who happened to be in range. Perhaps the twins down the street? They should be just getting into their powers about now.

Heather giggled as Duncan bucked his hips. Whoever was psychically playing with him was doing an intense job! She could already sense he was starting up that slope towards an orgasm. So sensitive! But then, Heather hadn't let him shoot for almost two weeks. She made sure her orgasm blocker spell was firmly set; she wasn't ready to end his period of denial just yet.

"I wonder who it could be?" said Heather. "The Sander twins down the road? Your boss Libby? My friend Sarah? You remember Sarah, I let you jack off for her a couple months ago. She showed you her tits. Oh, maybe it's your ex, drunk again and feeling a little vindictive towards all the guys she's been with. What was her name? Trish?" Duncan, of course, couldn't sense the other cocks in the neighborhood having similar hard attacks in the other houses. No reason for him not to think this wasn't a purposeful provocation of his penis specifically.

Duncan grit his teeth and gasped. His cock was throbbing with intense pleasure as the phantom mouths worked him faster. "H-heather, m-m-make it stop!"

Heather smiled and waved a hand towards him. His clothes suddenly vanished off his body, leaving him naked and his bare cock was exposed for all to see. It was a neat little trick most other women couldn't do, and she loved embarrassing her husband with it. "Poor thing just wants someone to pet him," Heather said.

"H-heather, please!"

"Yes, Duncan, you may touch him."

Duncan let out a cry as he began to stroke it. The two psychic mouths combined with a physical touch was too much for him, and his cock jerked mightily. "Heather, please, may I cum? Please, please, may I cum?"

Heather giggled and licked the tip of her finger, before wriggling it in Duncan's direction. Duncan let out a shout as he felt a slick fingertip swirl around the sensitive ridge of his penishead. "Please!" he cried, his voice becoming a high pitched whine. "Please, baby, please Heather, m-Mistress, please... puh-please!"

"You cheating little slut," Heather giggled. "You dare ask me for permission to cum when some other woman is stimulating you?"

"I can't... I don't... I don't know!" he let out another sharp cry as the twin mouths intensified their stimulation in a way no flesh and blood mouths could. Duncan thrashed and moaned, red faced and sweating, eyes scrunched closed and mouth agape. "PLEASE! At least make it stop!"

"Why? Free entertainment!" She laughed, the special giggle that he also found unbearably sexy-cute. Helplessly teased as he was, the sound just drove him even wilder!

"Heatheeerrr!" Duncan's voice was a pained whine now.

"Oh, alright," she said, still smiling in amusement. She made a motion towards him, and instantly, the sensations of the mouths ceased. An invisible force pulled his hand away from himself, and pinned both his arms down on the couch. However, she did not cease the little throb of penishead stimulation. As wound up as he was, that was all it took to keep him on the edge.

"Heather!" Duncan gasped. His cock jumped comically as his hips bucked against the phantom finger, trying in vain to escape its maddening touch. "Please, make all of it stop!"

Heather could sense the other cocks in the neighborhood were being likewise teased as wives, girlfriends, and possibly other female family members magically scolded the males for being unable to control their poor, desperate erections. She sensed a few lucky men being allowed to pop off, their orgasms blooming brightly to her sexual senses. Other men, however, were not so lucky, stimulated yet denied, the initial blowjob signals being amped or stacked with new teasing sensations. Heather figured she was being more than lenient enough with just her little head play tease.

"In a bit," she said, giggling. Duncan moaned as he writhed on the couch, unable to get up from it as his arms were still magically bound back. Watching him struggle and seeing his cock bounce and flex was turning her on. She snapped her fingers and her own clothes vanished. She reached down, spreading her legs, and touched herself.

Duncan gasped as he felt the sexual pressure poor off his wife, he turned and saw her masturbating and whimpered in frustration and need. Heather smiled at him as she let the sensations go, slowly rubbing her clit in that back and forth pinching. As she touched herself, her body naturally radiated arousal to any man in the immediate area, and Duncan's body reacted. His already steely hard cock, still teased by the phantom fingertip, went into overdrive, the cock swelling and stiffening even more, until it was beet red from all the blood rushing to it, the veins bulging prominently.

"H-heather..." Duncan squeaked.

"Say your mantra," Heather commanded huskily, rubbing her clit a little faster.

Duncan swallowed. "I-I-I am j-just a powerless b-boy," he said. "Y-you control my p-penis and testicles. I am a s-s-slave to your p-pussy. You are all p-powerful, I am p-powerless, unworthy of your m-m-mercy. You are m-my Goddess, and I am your s-slave."

Heather felt the pleasure bloom in her core. "Again," she breathed, rubbing faster. She brought her other hand down and slowly slipped to fingers into herself, making sure Duncan got a good view.

Duncan gasped out the words again, stuttered so much, Heather made him start over halfway. And when he finished, she commanded him to keep saying it. Every time he repeated the phrase, Heather rubbed herself a bit more vigorously, the pleasure slowly blooming.

Heather was moaning loudly and Duncan could barely draw breath by the tenth time he choked out the mantra. "Y-y-you are... are m-my G-g-g-god—goddessssss...aaaahh..."

"Don't stop!" Heather cried. She was writhing under her own touch, lewdly twisting in a way that would have made Duncan crosseyed with arousal even without her magic pushing his libido into overdrive. "Keep saying it!"

Duncan grit his teeth, and forced out the words as tears of need spilled down his face. "You... are... my... G-goddess... and I... I am your... s-slave!"

"AAAAAHH!" Heather nearly screamed as she came, hard. Fluid gushed onto the seat cushion as she came so hard, she actually squirted a little. And in that instant, she released Duncan's orgasm blocks. Duncan cried out, matching his wife's howl, as thick ropes of semen shot high into the air. Duncan was splattered from face to thighs with his own seed; the first couple shots actually hit the ceiling.

The two writhed and moaned and cried in orgasm, Heather's own climax extending to second and third aftershocks, and Duncan was forced to experience similar multiple orgasms, milking him dry. A pleasure so intense he couldn't bare it, but at the same time, a tremendous relief from the sexual pressure he normally felt.

When it was finally over, Heather and Duncan sagged back into their seats. Heather unbound his arms with a flick of her finger, but Duncan was too dazed to get up anyway. After a few moments, she waved her hand, and a couple of towels appeared out of thin air, plopping down on both of them. She wiped herself dry, then went over to Duncan and did the same for him.

Duncan moaned softly as she lovingly wiped his body clean, bending over to softly kiss his lips and his cock several times. Duncan came out of his post-orgasm daze slowly, and blinked as he came back to awareness. He looked in awe at Heather, blushing at how exposed and vulnerable he was, but reverent of her power.

Heather smiled at his admiration, and blushed a little herself, now that she had cooled down and seen how intense she had gotten. Sometimes she spooked herself with what the power of Sex Magic could let her do. But it was all in good fun.

"Th-thank you," Duncan said softly, still a little shaken. Heather kissed him again, then snuggled up next to him on the couch.

"Thank your mystery admirer," she said. "Hmm..." she raised her hand and hovered it over Duncan's flaccid cock. "I wonder if she's still broadcasting her signal." Duncan tensed, even as his cock twitched once. Heather giggled. "Just teasing dear. I won't let the mean cocktease torment you any further." Duncan relaxed and kissed her, and the two cuddled together for a while longer.

Other men were not so lucky, Heather noticed. Her sexual senses detected that the double-blowjob signal had ceased, probably a while ago, but several penises in the neighborhood were still being "disciplined" by teasing Mistresses playfully or cruelly punishing the men for such perverse reactions. She knew at least a couple weren't going to be released from the torment until at least morning. All because some random Sex Mage had decided to pull a little prank. Poor things.

She gave her husband another kiss, and could sense he knew very well how lucky he was to have such a lenient and playful wife. And he wouldn't be forgetting it any time soon.



Playful Jean



I met a very nice English couple while they were here on holiday. They were so cute and so in love. She told me of their shopping adventure one afternoon while we were all drinking at a local pub. I came up with this story from his point of view...

My wife and I are best friends. We've been together almost 25 years. We completely enjoy each other. I love to please her as much as I love to be pleased by her. One of her favourite things to do is tease me a little here, tease me a little there, but hold back until we get home and then we fuck like rabbits.

Not long ago, we were on holiday and Jean was in one of her more playful moods. We were staying at a beach resort in St. Pete Beach, Florida. It was sunny and dreadfully hot. Jean is 42, but even after 2 children, has kept herself looking trim and fit. Her body is very shapely and pleasing to see, even after 23 years of marriage. I've seen quite a few pictures of beautiful women, but live and in the flesh, I still prefer my Jean.

We were shopping at one of their many air-conditioned indoor shopping centres, if for no other reason than to get a break from the heat. Jean decided she wanted to try on some lingerie at (that one famous) shop. We wandered around the shop, looking very much the tourists we were, snickering at some bits, oohing and aahing at others. Jean found a couple of brassieres she fancied and asked one of the clerks if she could try them on. I went looking for the proverbial "man chair" to wait patiently for my wife. I was astonished when the young girl held the door to the dressing booth open for me as well!

My facial expression must've been quite cheeky. "You mean I can go in there with her?" I pointed and smiled.

"As long as it's alright with her, sure" smiled the clerk.

I looked at Jean and she at me and I saw her eyes flash. "Come on, you... " she took hold of my arm and pulled me into the booth with her.

"Let me know if you need anything, ok?" smiled the clerk as she closed the door to the booth.

"This is new," I giggled as I looked about the booth. "They give you quite a bit of room in here, don't they? Are all women's dressing rooms this nice?" There was enough room for Jean to comfortably try on her underthings while I sat in a fairly comfortable chair with quite a nice view of my wife. "If I'd have known we could do this, I would've brought some popcorn or something." I giggled. I stirred slightly, my erection made it necessary to change positions. I started humming 'The Stripper' as Jean removed her blouse. Yes, I received a smack for that one.

Jean tried a couple of bras while I sat in rapt fascination. I can't help it, I love to watch my wife. Without putting on her own bra, Jean put her white blouse back on and loosely buttoned it. I could easily see her nipples through the material. She smiled her playful smile and pointed at me saying "You stay put. I'll be right back." So, I sat patiently for a few minutes while Jean went to pick out a few more things to try on, wondering just what sort of frillies she'd bring back. I felt my penis growing in my shorts. 

When she returned, Jean was carrying a few more bras, some panties and a couple of those 'merry widow' type things, with the garters and the straps. She also had some black opera gloves and a couple of packs of nylons with her. She thanked the clerk for her help and closed the door when she had everything sorted where she wanted it. A few moments passed as my wife again removed her clothes and donned the opera gloves. With a silly grin, I scanned her loot until she lightly placed a gloved hand under my chin. 

I looked up at my wife, naked, save the elbow-length black evening gloves and black bikini panties. "Take yer clothes off, Mister," she winked, "I've got a surprise for you."

Well, I was a bit shocked. I never would've expected something like this. I stood and removed my t-shirt and shorts. Jean's hand was between my legs, clutching my increasing manhood before I could get my underwear off. She dropped to her knees and my underwear dropped with her. She gently pushed me back in the chair. "Are you able to keep quiet?" she asked as her gloved hand gently stroked my erection. All I could do was nod in agreement. 

"Very well," Jean's attention focused on her selections for trying on, though she kept her hand stroking me. "Which one of these do you like?" She was doing her best flourish as she waved her empty hand passed the undergarments hanging on their little hooks.

I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled. "The black one, Love," I managed.

"Yeah? You think? Me, too... " Jean pulled down the strapless black 'merry widow' and sat it on the arm of the chair, still stroking my erection. She held up a pair of panties. "These...?" she sat them next to the 'merry widow', "...or these?" she sat another, equally nice pair next to the first. She looked at me as if truly asking my opinion. I turned my attention to the panties and she opened her mouth and swallowed my cock.

I did my very best not to scream out in joy.

A gentle knock came at the door. "Need any help in there?" the young clerk called.

Damn! My wife popped up long enough to answer "No, thank you. We're quite alright for the moment," and then shoot a wry smile at me before returning her warm, wet mouth to my staff. Jean loves to give me oral sex. I watched her as she lovingly bobbed up and down on me.

After a few moments I started getting a bit nervous about that young sales clerk. As good as this felt, and it felt damn good, I thought about stopping so we could leave the shop and return to our hotel room. Jean had other plans. She sat back up, still stroking me with her gloved hand, and placed my cock between her lovely breasts. "I want you to cum on me," she smiled a wicked smile and increased the speed of her stroking. "I want you to cum on my tits." We both do enjoy that. She started stroking me ever faster, whispering in an almost hypnotic voice "Yer balls are full, Love... you can't hold off too much longer... so cum for me... cum on my tits... you like that... I love it... please, my Love, coat my tits with yer spunk... cum... cum... cum for me... oh, yessssss!"

I came. Shot after hot shot thickly erupted all over my wife's lovely tits. She bent down quickly to take some on her tongue. After swallowing that, she cupped a breast and rubbed the end of my spewing cock against her hard, erect nipple. I came so hard, I don't know how I remained conscious.

When Jean was satisfied that I was finished, she licked the last of my spunk from the end of my wilting staff. "Thank you, Love," she smiled. Both of her breasts were covered in my thick spunk. It ran between them like a small stream. Jean looked at herself in the mirror, twisting this way and that to catch herself from all sides. "Mmmm... That looks so sexy, I think I'll leave it," she purred.

Jean removed the gloves and placed them with the 'merry widow' and panties on the arm of the chair. She added the two packs of nylons to her cache. She then grabbed her own bra and put it on right over her spunk covered breasts, cupping them a couple of times to make sure everything was in place. She stuck her finger between her breasts and pulled out a dollop of cum, which went immediately into her mouth. "You'd better dress," she giggled. "They'll be wondering soon."

No sooner had she said that when our little sales clerk was tapping on the door. "How's it going in there? Need any help?"

"Everything's fine, Love, just fine," Jean flashed a wink at me. "We'll be out in a few moments, I'm just finishing getting dressed. You do accept Traveler's Cheques, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Ma'am, we certainly do. I'll meet you at the register."

I quickly dressed as Jean collected her rejects to one pile and her purchases into another. We exited the booth and met the clerk at the cash register. Jean handed her the two separate piles and the girl started to tally our bill. She got to the gloves and looked at Jean. "I'm so terribly sorry, Ma'am, but there's some glue or something on these. I'll get you another pair, if you want."

"That's quite alright, Love, I'll take that pair," Jean smiled.



Playful Kittens



It's Monday afternoon and the first day of finals is over, thankfully, Sonia thought. She had a rough time with her chemistry exam, because she had trouble focusing on the test papers sitting in front of her. She had walked to class with her best friend, Keisha, who had told her a little bit about an exciting weekend with an older white man. Keisha was a black girl and had been her best friend since kindergarten. Both girls were very pretty and well proportioned, but Sonia was bigger in the chest than her friend. Sonia is Cuban and several inches shorter than her friend, who was about five feet and eight inches tall. The two girls were rarely separated and were always being hit on by men. After class, they met in the hall way and Sonia demanded to hear what happened. 

As they walked to the cafeteria, Sonia begged to hear what happened in full detail. Keisha smiled knowing Sonia wanted to hear all that had happened and wanted explicit details. Keisha started about how she and the other students had been at Jason's house studying. 

"Do you remember what Jason's dad looks like?"

Sonia quickly nodded her head. 

"His name is Jason, too, but I found out that they differentiate by calling his dad, Big Jason," Keisha said. "And it really applies in more than one way," she giggled.

Sonia smiled big as Keisha told her about being strapped and spanked and how many times he had made her cum. They walked to a back table in the cafeteria, where Sonia questioned her about the bondage and spankings.

"Did you like it?" Sonia asked. 

"Keisha smiled and said it was the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. "Would you wanna try it, Sonia?" she asked.

Sonia squirmed and bit her lip as she thought about it.

"I don't know," Sonia answered, "I am kinda afraid it would hurt too much!" 

Keisha smiled and said it did hurt, but it was exciting and stimulating, too. Keisha asked her to go shopping with her after their next class.

"What are you shopping for?" asked Sonia.

"I am going to buy a leather outfit," responded Keisha. "Maybe you can find a sexy outfit, too!" Sonia smiled and agreed to go. They always had fun shopping together.

The girls met after their math exam and went to the mall. They went directly to Frederick's of Hollywood and went browsing through the lingerie. They picked out several pieces and went to the dressing rooms to try them on. They both went into the same room. Keisha grabbed a leather dominatrix outfit and started to take off her clothes to try it on. The outfit was a body suit with no crotch and no breasts. It had chains holding the front and back pieces together. Keisha squirmed to get into the form fitting outfit as Sonia looked on. Keisha asked her to zip the back and she checked herself out in the room mirror. She saw how well it fit and saw Sonia staring at her. She was happy at the look she received and knew that Big Jason would like it, as well. Next she put on the garter belt and thigh high fish net stockings. She heard Sonia whistle and felt her grab her by the waist and turned her around. Facing each other, Sonia kissed each of Keisha's exposed breasts.

"You look amazing!" Sonia told Keisha.

Sonia dropped her hand down to Keisha's crotch and slid her fingers into the opening and into Keisha's moist pussy.

"Mmmmmmmm!" moaned Keisha, as Sonia rubbed her clit. 

Keisha grabbed Sonia's shirt and slipped it off and unclasped her bra. The bra fell away and Sonia's firm tits fell loose. Keisha grabbed her tits and squeezed the nipples firmly. Sonia's nipples got hard right away. Sonia continued to suck on Keisha's tits and finger her wet pussy. Suddenly there was a knock at the door! 

"Is everything OK?" asked the sales woman. 

Both girls giggled," yes."

They quickly tried on the rest of their outfits and left the dressing room. Keisha kept the leather outfit and Sonia picked a red lace baby doll outfit. They looked around a little longer and found some flavored massage oils and flavored body paints. They went and paid for their items and then drove to Sonia's home.

Sonia came from a well off family and had her own apartment off campus. She often invited Keisha to move in with her, to help her save money. Keisha refused to do it, because she felt that it would feel like she was taking advantage of their friendship. The girls were all smiles and giggles when they got to Sonia's home. They ordered a pizza to be delivered and talked about their tests that day and then about their purchases. Sonia finally got around to asking Keisha about what her plans were for the evening and with Big Jason. 

"I was going to give him a call and find out when we could get together again."

"Do you want to join us?" she asked Sonia.

Sonia smiled, because she had found Jason's dad to be very attractive, too. "Do you think he would mind?" 

"There's only one way to know," she responded as she picked up the phone and started dialing.

Jason had just gotten home from work, when the phone rang. He was a little worn from his day and he had not been able to focus on his work all day. All he could think about was the weekend he just had with his black kitten. What a weekend it had been. She was an ebony beauty and was a great fuck. He picked up the phone on the forth ring and was surprised to hear Keisha's voice. 

"Hi! I was just thinking about you. Well, actually, I have been thinking of you all day and the terrific time I had with you!" 

She beamed with pride and embarrassment as she listened to him. 

"I want to thank you again for this weekend and I was wondering when or if we could get together again?" 

Now it was him that was beaming with pride as he took in what she just said.

"Well, what's your schedule like this week? I don't want to interfere with your finals and studying for them." 

She told him that she had two more finals, one tomorrow and one Wednesday. He said that they could get together Wednesday evening and celebrate her being done for summer. She asked if it was alright to bring her friend, Sonia, along.

"Are you sure you want to bring her with?" 

Keisha quickly answered that it was her best friend and she wanted her there, too.

"Well, OK!" he stated, "How about six o'clock, then?" 

She said they would meet him then at his home.

Sonia had been listening to the conversation and could tell by Keisha's big smile, that she was going with her. Keisha told her that they were meeting Wednesday evening at his home at six o'clock. They giggled and ate the pizza that had just been delivered. Sonia asked if Keisha wanted to stay the evening and she thought that was a good idea. The girls then grabbed their bags with their purchases and headed to the bedroom. Both girls said at the same time: "Why don't we try these on one more time." They giggled and each changed from their clothes into their respective new out fits. Sonia was first to change and offered to help Keisha into her outfit. Sonia zipped the back of Keisha's outfit and watched her put on the garter and thigh high stockings. Sonia turned on her radio and went into her top drawer and pulled out her camera and started taking pictures. Keisha was a willing and very photogenic subject. Keisha was smooth and sensual in her movements and watching her dance was making Sonia horny and wet. Sonia decided she wanted to dance with her. Keisha stopped and grabbed the camera and started taking pictures of Sonia dancing. Keisha was already hot and wet from dancing and seeing Sonia in her baby doll outfit. Sonia was very fluid and rhythmic in her movements and Keisha caught her sensuality on camera. 

The girls were getting more aroused and comfortable dancing with each other. Sonia finally had enough and grabbed Keisha and planted a wet kiss on her. Keisha responded and grabbed Sonia's ass and pulled her in close. The girls continued to kiss and run their hands all over each other's bodies. Sonia grabbed one of Keisha's exposed breasts and lifted it to her mouth. She kissed her tit and flicked her nipple with her wet tongue. Keisha grabbed Sonia's head and forced her onto her hardened nipple. Sonia responded by sucking and biting the hard nipple. Keisha then slid her hand between Sonia's thighs and slipped her fingers into Sonia's wet pussy. The girls had been intimate before and enjoyed each other's touch, but tonight seemed to be more intense and inviting. 

The girls made their way to the bed and were totally undressed as they fell together into it. Sonia reached into her nightstand and pulled out their favorite toy, a two headed, vibrating dildo. Keisha squealed in delight and anticipation. Sonia licked and sucked on one end of the toy as Keisha watched, fingering her own wet twat. Keisha leaned over and started to suck the other end and slid her wet finger into her friends wet slit. Keisha then pulled the dildo out of Sonia's mouth and slid it into Sonia's waiting pussy. She then turned the toy on to low vibrate and slowly worked it in and out of her dripping hole. Moaning and squirming, Sonia started to knead and pinch her heaving tits. Keisha, meanwhile, was slowly thrusting the toy and flicking her friends clit with her tongue, moving the toy over her friend's g-spot holding it there for maximum stimulation. Keisha then slid her soaking pussy onto her friend's mouth and pushed her wet bush hard onto her waiting lips and tongue. Keisha let out a long, low moan when Sonia bit her clit and slid her fingers into her. Sonia then turned Keisha onto her back and slid down between her spread legs, rubbing her tit and hardened nipple against her wet pussy and hardened clit. Keisha wrapped her legs tight around her friend and pushed her excited pussy on Sonia's luscious boob. Keisha and Sonia thrust against each other until Sonia's breast was covered in the sweet juices from her friend's pussy. 

Sonia pulled away and thrust her wet tit into Keisha's mouth. Keisha sucked and licked her juices off of her friends boob. Sonia, in the mean time, was thrusting the dildo in and out of Keisha's dripping cunt. Sonia knew right where Keisha's g-spot was and kept nibbling her clit while rubbing her spot. Keisha then turned Sonia around and had placed the other end of the toy into Sonia's soaking hole. They held each other's hands and thrust against each other and the vibrating toy. The music, the vibration, and the thrusting of each other brought the girls to simultaneous squirting orgasms. 

The girls pulled out the wet toy and buried their faces into each other's cum soaked pussies. The girls licked and flicked their friend's pussy and enjoyed the sweet taste of each other's cum. The air was filled with moans and the smell of fresh cum from their evening session. The girls lay together and held each other and drifted off to sleep.



Playful Pet



He came home to find her standing before him in a short black skirt, sheer white blouse, black stockings and black high heels. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, as he could clearly see her dark, taut nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her blouse. He wondered if she was wearing any panties. Her cheeks were flushed. He looked at her and smiled, saying "What have you been up to My dear?"

She grinned, a Cheshire cat grin, and took his hand gently in hers. She slid their joined hands up her leg and he could feel her bare skin just above the lacy tops of her thigh high stockings. She kept pressing his hand higher. Suddenly he felt that she did indeed have a scrap of cloth covering her, though such a small amount of material should hardly be called panties. The fabric was wet with her liquid heat. He stifled a small groan as he slipped his fingers beneath the material and felt the vibrator gently humming, buried deep in her cunt. And his eyes widen a bit as he realized she had another, smaller toy in her ass. Pulling his hand away, he smiled at her. "Been a busy girl this evening I see. All hot and bothered. Decided you'd take care of yourself or at least get yourself worked up so that I would then take care of you ... did you cum?"

She slowly, barely, shook her head yes. He grinned and pulled her closer, pressing her tightly against his body. His hand moved up her back, brushed the back of her neck, and his fingers entwined in her hair. Pulling gently but firmly, just enough to cause her to gasp, tilting her head back a bit until she looked up at him. He held her gaze for a minute, feeling his own body tense as her lips parted and her breathing became more ragged. Tugging a bit more, he leaned down, his teeth finding the top of her ear, biting down until she groaned and her body trembled against his. Whispering in her ear, he asked "Are you allowed to play with yourself and cum without My permission pet?" He felt her try to shake her head no, knowing her mouth had gone dry and she couldn't force out the word. Pulling away, he looked down at her again. "And I'll bet you think you deserve a spanking for that?" 

He saw the gleam in her eyes before she quickly lowered her gaze and looked down at the floor. He could see the blush rise in her cheeks, no doubt from the combined embarrassment of her brazen behavior and her excitement about what he might do to her. He felt a rush of power as he leaned close once again, softly kissing her cheek, whispering "Well My girl, I figure that's exactly what you're hoping for, so it will be more punishment if I don't give it to you." He felt her sharp intake of breath. Stepping back he could see the shock in her eyes. Laughing he said, "You're so predictable at times My dear. You'll leave those vibes right where they are, turned on low, through dinner while I decide what to do with you." He turned and went up the stairs to change and get ready for dinner. She stood just where she was, absorbing his words for a few moments before turning to go get dinner ready. As she stepped into the kitchen she heard him call down the stairs ... "Oh, and you're not to cum little girl."

She suffered until just after 9, struggling not to cum, squirming in her seat at dinner, feeling her own warmth trickle down her inner thighs as she washed the dishes. Biting her tongue to keep from begging him to take her while she sat on the floor at his feet reading while he dealt with email and other work tasks. Finally, when she thought she wouldn't be able to take it one more second, he told her to go up into the bedroom, strip down to just her panties, stockings and heels ... kneel on the floor at the end of the bed, turn the vibes up on high and wait for him while he took a shower. She was told she still was not allowed to cum. 

He, of course, took his time in the shower. Grinning as he listened to her panting and whimpering in the next room. When he stepped back into the room, he watched her for a bit. He knew she was having trouble kneeling because she was wiggling and squirming so much. Her entire body was flushed pink with the strain of his denial. He wondered if she might actually begin to cry with frustration and need. 

Her panties were dripping and she could feel the heat coating her legs. She wondered briefly if she had ever been this wet before. She felt frantic, wild, desperate ... and all she wanted was Him. He stepped close to her, and she saw he was still naked from the shower, and her will broke enough that she began to beg. "Please Master, Your girl needs You. Please let me cum for You. Please take me. i'll do anything, just touch me and kiss me...." Her words were cut off by his own words ... "Turn off the vibes and take them out," he whispered to her. 

Once she did, he took her hand and helped her up. He refused to touch more than her hand, knowing she was aching for it, but he held her steady. He had her lay back on the bed, instructing her to put her arms above her head and to spread her legs once she removed her panties. He then spent a good 10 minutes just gently trailing a few lengths of silky rope over her body while she struggled to stay still, moaning and sighing. Finally, he tied her hands to the headboard and her ankles to the bed posts at the other end of the bed, spreading her open before him, unable to move. He then leaned in close and asked "My girl, were you hoping to get a spanking?" In a barely audible whisper she admitted that she had been. "You need to learn that you won't always get what you want little girl."

He stepped away from the bed, out of her line of vision for a moment, leaving her wondering. When he stepped back she saw that he held a riding crop. Her already fuzzy mind went crazy. "He isn't going to spank me, but this looks promising," she thought and began squirming a bit on the bed. But he didn't hit her with it. Instead, he just ran it all over her body, tormenting her, running the leather over her swollen nipples, tickling her with the tip of the crop, until she thought she'd scream her need for more. 

Reaching into the bedside table, he pulled out a small glass anal plug. Grinning, watching her eyes widen, he said "It seems you want to be filled, so I might as well help you with that. After all, that's My cunt and My ass you were playing with earlier. Don't cum pet." She bit her lip and pulled at the ropes as he slid the plug into her ass. She silently begged her body to not betray her. 

He knelt across her chest, lifting her head up a little, telling her to suck his cock. She, of course, did so, more enthusiastically than he thought she'd ever done so before. He groaned at the pleasure of her warm, wet lips closing around his cock. He pressed closer, making her take all of him. Her soft, muffled moans of pleasure escaping from around his cock threatened to push him over the edge, so after a few minutes he pulled away from her. He smiled proudly as she whimpered at the loss of his cock. "What's the matter baby?" She wanted to beg, but couldn't find the words. He stood there and watched her struggle with what to say, and finally he whispered "Were you begging for my cock? Begging me to cum down your throat little slut?" "Yes Master," came her breathless reply. 

He knelt between her legs and started running his fingers along her inner thighs, letting the backs of his fingers just brush against her aching pussy. Her body jolted in reaction as she tried to press closer to his hand. He leaned over her, waiting until her eyes focused on him, and said "Now you're going to get to cum pet." He pushed three fingers deep inside her, feeling her arch against him, and whispered "Cum." Her mind and body exploded together and she screamed out his name. He watched the orgasm overtake her ... eyes fluttering closed, body writhing on the bed, broken whispers and moans. 

He waited until she was just starting to come back down and then pulled his fingers out. Her eyes opened and as she began to whimper in protest, he buried his cock deep in her dripping cunt. Between the feel of the plug in her ass and her Master's cock taking her, she couldn't stifle the scream of ecstasy. He fucked her agonizingly slowly ... deep, long strokes ... Putting his hands on her hips, lifting her up a little, he held himself deep inside her. She could feel him throbbing. He began fucking her hard and fast as he growled at her to cum again. As her own body tensed and exploded again, she felt his fingers dig into her hips and felt the hot flood of his cum insider her, causing her to cry out yet again. 

As their bodies began to relax again and they tried to catch their breath, he rolled off of her, untied her with shaking hands, and pulled her in close to him. Laying together, curled up tight, he whispered "You're such a good girl." 



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Playful Princess



 This is another scenario where Princess runs from her Daddy while being punished. See, these are events that were talked about with my sweet Daddy at the time. I read a story where the girl ran when she was being punished and I asked him what he would do and his reply was it would depend on how naughty I was. So...here you have it, this is what I think would happen on both accounts. (The other scenario is Daddy Busts Princess)

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I've been in playful mood all week. It's been fun teasing my sweet Daddy and seeing how much I can get away with. He does have a great sense of humor as long as I don't take things too far. I think today may have been one of those days that my sweet Daddy just wasn't in the mood for my playfulness. 

He already had a rough day at work. The only good thing about the day he had said was that it was Friday and he was home with his baby. I had dinner sitting on the table and his drink in my hand as I greeted him at the door. I can't help but get excited when I see my sweet Daddy walk through the door. 

I was still wearing my yoga outfit because I didn't have time to change and have dinner ready by the time Daddy got home. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, I saw the way his eyes roamed over my body while I was in my sport bra and yoga shorts. The way he lustfully smiled at me made me blush. I heard a low laugh from him. He just loved making me blush. 

That's ok the mood I'm in, I will have my pay back. I can't help but still be in that feisty mood that I have been in all week. We had dinner and then Daddy moved over to the family room to watch TV. I cleaned up the kitchen and made our dessert. Then I just couldn't help myself. I started teasing Daddy mercilessly from the kitchen. 

Daddy played along for a little while but then I saw him frown at one of my smart ass remarks. I could tell I may have pushed him a little too far. He just gave me his warning look. I don't know what got into me but instead of getting the hint I burst into laughter. He looked surprised then smiled in amusement. 

See, Daddy does have a great sense of humor! I walked over with our desserts. I sat mine on the table and took some of the whip cream from his and wiped some on his nose. He looked hilarious with the whipped cream on his nose. It made me giggle at my own silliness. 

However, Daddy didn't seem too pleased at this point. He said something about wiping it off and I replied with what I thought was humorous remark. Unfortunately, he took what I said as a smart ass remark. Couldn't Daddy see I'm in a playful mood? Doesn't he know I'm feeling restless? I guess he will find out soon enough.

"Careful Princess, you have been pushing your luck all week!" Daddy warned as he wiped the whipped cream off his nose. I pouted a little because I wanted to lick it off. 

I grabbed my dessert off the table and before I knew what I was doing I had a spoonful of the delicious dessert and flung it at Daddy. It landed on the side of his face and began to drip down. The look on his face was priceless and I burst into laughter but the glare he gave me made me silent immediately and want to sink in the couch to disappear. 

I don't know what had gotten into me. I know when I can play with Daddy and when I can't. Today is one of those days and I should know better than to push him. Especially, after he warned me. I just can't help myself. I get in these moods and only Daddy can straighten me out. It's like I crave him to put me in my place so I act up on purpose. I can't explain it. 

Don't get me wrong, I don't enjoy upsetting my sweet Daddy but I get restless or anxious or something. Daddy understands it better than me. He knows what I need and when I need it. That is why he is good for me. He helps me stay focused otherwise I'm out of control. As Daddy glared at me wiping away the dessert, I took another spoonful and held it up. 

"Don't you dare!" He threatened. I giggled wickedly.

After all, he did say dare didn't he? What the hell is wrong with me? I flung it at him again and it smacked right between his eyes. That did it, he pounced on me. He used his sleeve to wipe his face but he flipped me over on my stomach. 

"Is this what you need princess? You need a spanking from Daddy?" He challenged as he held me down. He swatted my behind with his hand a few times and I kicked my legs. I tried flipping back over wrestling with him but Daddy is much stronger than me. He's hard to move but that didn't stop me from trying. I almost succeeded in flipping him over a few times but he held his ground.

"Oh princess, you can't escape!" He growled low in my ear. I snorted out of frustration. I wanted to flip him over so badly. He let out a low laugh and slapped my ass a few more times. The more he laughed the more annoyed I was becoming. Somehow in my playfulness I became indignant. I heard myself growl back at Daddy saying something harsh. 

He froze for a moment at my words and stared at me speechless. I was panting loudly glaring at him. I of course didn't mean what I said but it's all a part of my feistiness coming to a head which is unfortunate for my sweet Daddy. He was now going to have to put me in my place. I looked at Daddy and he smirked at me. He knows he won. I can see it in his smug face. That's why I was frustrated in the first place and said what I said. 

"Excuse me?" Daddy asked somberly. I didn't answer him instead I stuck my tongue out at him and I looked away. I know he heard me. I just didn't want to repeat it. Daddy's raised his eyebrows in surprise and he shook his head frowning at me. 

"I know you heard me Daddy. I don't feel I need to repeat it." I stated bravely. He gawked at me for a moment and doesn't say anything so I turned my head in his direction. He smiled at me menancely and his eyes twinkled with a wicked gleam. 

"Oh princess, you really shouldn't have done that. I would have let it slide just this once but I can't now. I'm going to have to punish my naughty little girl after all. I'm sorry but you have left me no choice." He stated sternly. I glanced up at Daddy and pleaded with him using my eyes but he just shook his head. OK, I guess I asked for this. I did want to push him right? What was I thinking again? 

He grabbed for his belt buckle and began to unbuckle his belt. He held me down using one of his hands as he pulled his belt through his pant loops. I didn't even struggle. There is a part of me that needed this and I knew that. He knew this too. He also knew that was part of the reason why I pushed him to his breaking point in the first place. 

He pulled his belt off and wrapped it around his other hand. I felt his knee in my back for a moment as he peeled down my yoga shorts. His free hand roamed over my bare behind that was already pink from his previous slaps. I moaned as I felt Daddy's hands on my rear. 

My stomach was jittery like it always does right before Daddy spanks me with his belt but I also had that other tingling sensation between my legs. Yes, I will always be Daddy's naughty little girl. I can't help but smile when Daddy wasn't looking. I heard Daddy snap the belt behind me which made me jump. He put one of his hands on the back of my neck and spread my legs further apart. 

"Do you know why you're being punished?" Daddy inquired.

"Yes, Daddy" I whispered.

"Why, my naughty little girl? Why do I have to punish my princess?" Daddy asked as he continued to rub my backside. 

"For talking back and disrespecting my sweet Daddy!" I retorted as I actually shook my ass at him. I heard Daddy let out a low growl and I just knew I was really pushing my luck. What the hell am I doing? I am in no position to be sassy with Daddy.

"Stay still!" I heard Daddy command as he slapped my backside hard with his hand. I don't move; not even to acknowledge that I heard him. He is still rubbing my ass warming it up then WHACK! I inhaled deeply as I took the first hit. Daddy swung his arm back and I can hear the belt whoosh down in the air falling hard on my ass again WHACK! Daddy kept the same rhythm which was easier for me to predict when I would feel the next smack. I bit my lower lip when he reached number ten. My ass stung and I knew Daddy wasn't finished yet. The belt swung back again and I rolled from the couch and from Daddy. I scrambled to my feet and dashed into the other room.

I heard the belt hit the sofa cushion and bounce back at Daddy. I also heard him swear and throw the belt down. I peaked around the corner and I watched Daddy take off his shirt. Oh oh, now this is going to get serious. Daddy doesn't like it when I run from a punishment. He can be unpredictable in how he may handle this. I'm not exactly sure what he will do. My ass burned but at the same time I felt that wonderful needy feeling between my legs. I could tell that my pussy was wet and I being caught up in the excitement of running away was making me wetter.

I glanced back up to see what Daddy was doing and he wasn't there. Oh crap, where did he go! I peeked around the other corner and I didn't see him on that side either. How can he just disappear like that? Daddy isn't a little guy. I can't lose him that easily? 

I tip toed around the house trying hard not to get caught by Daddy. I noticed that the belt isn't on the floor so I assumed Daddy had it. That isn't a good sign I thought. Just then something caught my eye which made me scream. I leaped running around the dining room table. I pivoted around and Daddy stood there with a wild look in his eyes. I screamed again in shock and he chuckled in delight. A nervous giggle escaped from me as I danced around Daddy. 

"Aren't we the naughty little girl tonight?" Daddy grinned dangerously with a glint of amusement in his eyes. I ignored him as I thought of my plan of escape. He sized me up and beamed at me as he shook his head. 

"Princess, you know this won't end well for you. If you come over to Daddy now your punishment will be the same as if you never ran." Daddy said sincerely. 

"When did YOU start making deals? That doesn't sound like you Daddy. You wouldn't if you didn't think I had a chance of getting away!" I bravely stated smirking. I can't believe I just said that. Even my alter ego is saying; "What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?" but it's true, Daddy doesn't make deals. Daddy replied by giving me a full grin and nodded. It was like he wanted me to answer that way all along. 

"Oh, princess you're going to regret those words!" he threatened. I smiled at him sheepishly. Oh crap...

"Ok my naughty little girl, have it your way." And he gave me that smile again. That dangerous one and I felt myself get a little queasy. He moved quickly but I was ready. I was able to rush into the other room before he could reach me. I raced around dodging daddy. My adrenaline pumped fiercely through my veins. I just hope I didn't pass out. Daddy watched me like a hunter watches its prey. I can't help but get lost in the moment. I felt like I was some wild beast and that Daddy was going to try and tame me. 

However, Daddy almost caught me quite a few times. I felt the breeze of his hand buzz me which made me screech. My heart thumped so hard from almost being caught that I was sure he heard it. Daddy surprised me by leaping over the couch and nearly tackled me. I shrieked and was able to dodge him just in time.

"Getting tired yet, princess?" Daddy asked me as he tried to catch his breath.

"Never!" I replied enthusiastically. He can't help but laugh loudly.

"You can't run all night my naughty little girl! I will catch you!" Daddy stated confidently.

"You haven't yet!" I danced shaking my ass.

"The night is still early princess!" He chuckled. We both tried to catch our breath as we watched each other closely. He does have a point. I can't run all night. I need a plan; as I thought this I let my eyes trail down the hall to our bedroom. I took a brief glance at Daddy but it was too late. He already knew my plans. 

"You won't make it to the bedroom princess. At least, not before I catch you." He smirked at me with that wicked grin. 

I chewed on my bottom lip as I glanced at him playfully. I judged his distance to the hallway and mine. Hmmm, before I knew it I ran down the hall. I am almost at our room. I heard his heavy footsteps behind me but I'm far enough ahead that I can get in our room before him. I grabbed the door and slammed it shut. I tried desperately to lock it but my hands shook so bad I couldn't turn the damn button. Damn! If I could only turn that button! I felt Daddy's weight on the other side pushing the door open. He is too strong. I can't hold the door closed and lock the stupid door. The door had flown open making me fall back on my naked ass on the floor. 

Daddy towered over me winded with belt in hand. I tried to scoot back but Daddy dropped down to the floor and grabbed my ankles. I kicked and twisted to try to get loose. He knelt over dragged me closer to him and leaned over me. He gathered both my hands in his one hand and pinned them above my head. He kissed me hard on the mouth in a dominating kiss. He then trailed kisses down to my neck then to each of my tits after he yanked off my sport bra. He bit one of my nipples a little too hard and I cried out. He looked up at me and grinned. He swirled his tongue around my sore nipple soothing the ache before his tongue found my lips again. 

He was still holding the belt in his other hand. He pulled my hands down and used the belt to bind my hands together tightly. I thrashed underneath him and he used his strong powerful legs to hold my legs down as his other hand pinned my arms back above my head. He squeezed my tits with his free hand as he kissed me deeply exploring my mouth using his tongue. I moaned in his mouth. The sound was muffled as he continued to kiss me passionately. 

He nibbled on my ear and I begun to twist under him again. He chuckled under his breath. He allowed his free hand to wander down to my mound and circle my clit. I can't help but jerk my hips as he does this and he grinned in satisfaction. He knows he has power over my body. He knows how he affects me. I felt his finger slide between my slit. He's using a circular motion on my pubic lips tormenting me as he feels me get wetter. I felt one of his fingers enter me than another as he continues to hold me down not allowing me to move. 

He is still kissing me and I tried to move with the same motion of his fingers but with his weight on me I am pinned. The sensation feels wonderful but oh how I want to move my hips to his circular motion. I can hear how wet I was as it made that slurping noise. I still try to buck my hips because I want to feel Daddy's fat cock inside me. Daddy pulls his fingers out and placed them in my mouth.

"See how wet you are my naughty little slut! You get wet so easy for Daddy." All I can do is nod. It's true; Daddy makes me hot like no other. I hope he will continue and not leave me to suffer in agony. 

Daddy released his hand that held my hands down and grabbed my thighs hoisting them up throwing them over his shoulders. My pussy was in the air and my knees were up on Daddy's shoulders. I felt Daddy's warm tongue lick my pubic lips and I couldn't help but mewl. He licked in and around my pussy. Daddy's tongue is stroking my pussy in that circular motion that I love holding on to my thighs tightly. My eyes roll back and I moan loudly. I began hitting the floor with my tied hands and grinding my crotch on Daddy's face as he worked on my pussy with his wicked tongue. 

"Oh God Daddy! Oh Fuck!! Ohhhh Daaadddddyyy!!" I howled out. Daddy didn't stop. He then licked and flicked my clit using his tongue before he sucked on my clit. I screamed and bucked my hips on Daddy's face.

"Of FUCK Daddy!! OH My God!! Fuck!! Daaadddy!! I'm gonna cum!! Ohhhh Daaaaddddyyy Fuuuckkk!!" I wailed and if anything Daddy continued with more fervor. I came and I heard Daddy lap at my pussy as he held onto my thighs more tightly. Daddy continued to swirl his tongue around and around. My hips went along with him in that same circular motion. My legs wrapped tightly around Daddy's head as gyrated my pussy on his tongue. I felt that same tightness of yet another orgasm. 

"OOOOhhhh Fuuuckkk Daadddyyy!! Oh God, I am gonna cum again! Oh God!! Ohhh Daddy, Fuuuuckkkk!" I heard myself scream and pant. 

I tried to back away. The feeling was getting too intense but Daddy held on firmly. He grasped me tightly not letting me budge. His tongue lapped at my pussy fiercely in that same circular motion as I tried to escape but he wouldn't have it. I mewled and Daddy held me securely. He glanced up at me knowing I was close yet again

"Let Daddy have it baby, cum for daddy!" And that did it. "Ohh Daddy! Oh, thank you Daddy! Fuck! Oh, thank you Daddy!" 

It was like the saying when a dam breaks. I came all over in a flood of my own juices. I was still whispering, "Oh daddy!" repeatedly. My legs were shaking from the after math and Daddy finished cleaning me up. I lay on the floor satiated and exhausted. My sweet Daddy gave me three huge orgasms in a row. All the restlessness and playfulness was gone. I needed sleep. He leaned over between my legs and gave me a deep intense kiss and then said, "Good girl baby, ok now it's my turn!" 

Oh crap...I hope he's just kidding.



Playful Punishment



"Okay, that's it," Javier growled and he lunged for Becca. Laughing, she tried to jump out of reach. She wasn't fast enough and he grabbed her arm, pulled her to his chest. "You know what this means, don't you?" he whispered, his voice seductive and ominous at the same time. "I did warn you not to push me..." 

The smile faded from Becca's face and her eyes widened. "You wouldn't really-" she began but her words ended in a surprised yelp when he sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. He tossed her over on her stomach and, using one arm to keep her steady, brought the other down hard against her bottom, without warning. "Ow!" Becca yelled when his open hand connected with her buttocks. "That hurt." 

Her slacks softened the sting but it still made her flesh tingle. Again he brought his hand down and Becca bucked, kicking her legs to get free. Javier chortled and laid his hand on her buttocks that were already beginning to feel hot. 

"Don't move," he said. "You'll only earn more." Becca didn't listen and continued to squirm. "Okay," Javier sighed. "Don't say I didn't warn you." 

The hand that rested on her bottom moved, slipped beneath her stomach and his thigh, and undid the buttons of her pants. Before Becca realized what happened, the trousers were pulled down around her ankles, effectively immobilizing her legs. 

"Hey!" she protested. 

Javier stroked the back of her legs, starting at her calves, past her knees and up her thighs. His fingers slid along the edge of her panties, brushed against the crotch. A shiver ran along Becca's spine and she sighed, already forgetting her painful ass. Not for long though. Unexpectedly, he brought his hand down hard again, atop her panties. Becca squealed in surprise and pain. 

"Hmm," Javier clucked, dissatisfied. With a quick motion, her panties followed her trousers and she lay naked from the waist down. Becca had never felt so exposed in her life. Blood was pounding in her ears, both from the fact that her head was hanging down, as from sheer embarrassment. 

"Javier?" she tried uncertainly. Her only reply was another smack, this time on her bare skin. It resounded loudly in the room. A sob escaped her and she could feel the imprint of his hand and fingers on her bottom. She could also feel the glow spread inward and mingle with the familiar heat that was building low in her belly. To her horror, she realized she was getting wet with desire. 

His hand touched her again and she twitched, anticipating the sting. But this time, the pain didn't come. Instead, he stroked her lightly, his fingers cool against the hot skin. He bent his head forward and blew a breath across her behind. The cool air touched the moistness between her legs and she shivered. 

Javier chuckled again. With one finger he traced the red outline of his hand on her skin, followed the crack between her pale cheeks and pushed his hand between her legs. Becca moaned and involuntarily spread her legs, giving him better access. "I knew you would enjoy this," he whispered when his fingers came in contact with her warm opening. Teasingly, he slipped a finger in and out and Becca moaned again. 

He prodded and stroked the folds of her womanhood, gentle at first, then quickening the pace until she thought she could no longer hold out. Soft growls escaped from her lips and Becca had stopped struggling to get free a long time ago. 

Then, completely unannounced, he pulled his hand back and brought it down across her cheeks with a loud smack once again. It was so unexpected that Becca almost screamed. The pain from her tortured skin mingled with the ache in her groin until she no longer could discern which was which. 

He flipped her over and laid her on her back on the bed. The sheets were cool against her skin. She looked up at him, eyes dark with unfulfilled desire. She was incapable of moving, held by his gaze. 

Slowly, he pulled his belt through the loops of his pants and Becca's eyes widened in dismay. "What..." she began but he placed a finger against her lips. 

"Do you trust me, Becca?" he asked softly. 

She nodded. "Yes." 

"Do you trust me enough to know I would never hurt you? Would never do anything that you don't want?" 

"Yes," she breathed again, a little frightened and thoroughly aroused. She had no idea what he was aiming at. 

"Okay," Javier said. "Now is the time to demonstrate that trust. And remember, you can always stop me. All you have to do is tell me and I'll stop right away with whatever I'm doing and I'll release you." While he was talking, he had brought her wrists together and wrapped the belt around them, tight but not painfully so. He lifted her arms over her head and tied the other end of the belt to the headboard of the bed. Becca tilted her head to look at her bonds. It was frightening and exhilarating at the same time, to surrender, to hand over control over her body so completely. 

He looked down at her, smiling fondly and Becca no longer felt frightened. Yes, she did trust him. All that was left, was exhilaration. 

He slipped his hand underneath her shirt and caressed her flat stomach. Becca shivered again. "Patience, mi querida," Javier said softly, "patience." 

His hand slid out from the shirt, brushed against the soft down between her legs and trailed along her long limbs until he reached the pants that were still wrapped around her ankles. He pulled them off altogether and for a moment her legs were free. 

Using her own belt on her left ankle and the pant legs on the right, he tied her securely to the bedposts. His gaze traveled across her body and a slow smile spread over his features. Becca swallowed. She was fully exposed to his view, immobilized by the bonds, rendered helpless. He could do whatever he pleased. Becca closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. 

"Open your eyes," Javier commanded and she quickly obeyed. "I want to be able to see your eyes," he said. "You've no idea of the stories they tell." Becca blushed. 

He got up off the bed and opened the window. Nonplussed, Becca followed him with her eyes. From outside, she could hear the sounds of a regular Sunday afternoon in Pacifica drift in. Children laughing, neighbors gossiping, the roar of a passing car. A sea breeze drifted in through the window and caressed her skin with its coolness, raising the small hairs on her arms. 

Javier smiled when he returned. "Mi querida, you better keep quiet," he whispered mischievously. "Unless you want the neighbors to enjoy this along with you?" Her eyes widened in horror. 

"Please..." she pleaded. He shook his head. It would be a struggle for her to keep quiet, to not cry out during their lovemaking. 

She glared at Javier and tugged on her bonds but her dark look didn't faze him. "You're so beautiful when you're mad," he grinned. He leaned down until his lips brushed against her mouth in a gentle kiss, which quickly deepened when his tongue urged her lips to part. He bit her lower lip lightly, then let go and continued to kiss her on her chin, jaw, down her throat, nipping and sucking gently until he reached the top button of her shirt. 

With slow movements he undid her blouse button by button, his lips never leaving her skin. Becca quivered beneath his touch. Finally, he pushed the blouse aside and exposed her small breasts to his view. Her nipples had hardened and stood proudly in the center of their little island of darker skin. 

Javier hissed between his teeth. "You are the most beautiful woman on the planet," he told her softly, looking into her blue eyes. 

He cupped her breasts in his hands, lightly stroking the skin with his thumbs, then rolled her nipples between his fingers. Pain and pleasure shot straight to the nerve centers in her brain and Becca moaned involuntarily. Her head whipped around at the open window and a laugh escaped Javier. 

"How are you going to explain that?" he teased. 

He bent down to suckle on her left nipple and Becca whimpered, trying hard to keep any further sounds of pleasure from escaping her. His mouth continued down her belly, nibbling on her skin, until he reached the soft, blond hairs that covered her womanhood. 

Becca bucked her hips in a reflex when his tongue flicked across her clit and she bit her lips to suppress another moan. His mouth worked its magic on her, sucking and licking, tongue darting in and out of her moist opening until, once again, she was on the brink of orgasm. She was biting down hard, clamping her teeth together to keep quiet but when she felt her muscles begin to contract, she couldn't stop soft whimpers from coming out. 

Just as she was about to go over the edge, Javier pulled back. She lifted her head to look at him, desperate and frustrated tears in her eyes. He smiled and leaned forward to kiss her. She could taste her own juices on his lips. "Be right back," he said and left the room. 

Becca groaned in frustration. She was so close to her release, so close to the ultimate pleasure, and he had denied her a second time. She squirmed on the bed. With her hands and legs securely bound, lying on her back, there wasn't anything she could do but wait until he allowed her the relieve she craved so much. She glanced again at the open window, listening to the sounds that came in. She had to admit, there was certain naughtiness in having the window open. She imagined all those people passing by, the neighbors in their yards, totally unaware of what was happening a few feet over their heads. 

She heard the door open and lifted her head from the pillow to see Javier come in. He had something in his hands but she couldn't make out what. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he said. "Had a phone call to make." 

She glared at him. He had left her just shy of release, bound to the bed, to make a call? 

He chortled. "I was kidding. I brought a few things to make this more... interesting." Becca didn't care about interesting. All she cared about was being allowed to find reprieve and get rid of that irritating itch between her legs.

His hand moved and Becca inhaled sharply when something cold and wet touched the inside of her thigh. He slid the object along her leg, creating ripples of goose bumps on her skin, until he reached the top. He pressed the ice-cube -it had to be an ice-cube, Becca decided- briefly against her clitoris. Not long enough to do harm, but long enough to make her moan and squirm around on the bed to escape the ache of its coldness. 

Sliding the ice-cube across her stomach, he left a trail of cold water drops. Her nipples hardened even further, if that where possible, at the touch of the ice. He circled her right nipple until it throbbed with cold, then leaned down to close his mouth, so warm in contrast, around it, and sucked hard. "Oow!" Becca moaned, not caring any longer who might hear her. 

Javier shifted and began to work on the other breast. She was writhing beneath his touch, desperate to get away and at the same time desperate for more. Once the small ice-cube had fully melted, his hand followed its wet path back down to the warm folds between her legs. His fingers slipped in, and back out, in a teasing slow rhythm. 

"Please," Becca begged, her eyes closing again with the oncoming orgasm. "Please." 

"Open your eyes," he told her firmly and she obeyed immediately, afraid he might deny her once more. "Look at me." Her eyes met his and she saw her passion reflected in their smoldering depths. 

His fingers stroked her in earnest now, in and out in an increasing rhythm. Silently, Becca prayed he would finish this time. 

Abruptly pressing his thumb against her clitoris and rubbing the sensitive nub, he did. Her hips bucked wildly, chafing her sore buttocks against the sheets, when she shuddered uncontrollably with the strongest, most violent orgasm she had ever experienced. "Ooooh! Yessss!" she cried, her eyes going out of focus and glazing over. Outside, on the street, people stopped and looked up at the open window.

-END-

Note: this story was originally a fanfic set in the Earth2 universe. I made a few changes to make it appropriate for a more general audience.



Playful Pussycats



This story contains a little Romance Sex, a little Lesbian Sex, a little Exhibition and Voyeurism Sex, and a little Group Sex. Plus a whole lot of just plain fun sex. I hope you enjoy it.

Bruce Dickerson woke up when his wife's knee came to rest on his thigh. He had his usual morning erection, but the gentle movement of his wife's body alerted him to the fact that she was quietly masturbating. Sliding down toward the bottom of the bed he came up between her legs and pushed her fingers away from her wet slick junction with his lips and tongue. 

"Oh! God...lick me...just like that...you've got the spot...Oh, oh...I'm going to come!" Lizzy cried as she tightened her thighs around her husband's head. "Ohhhhh...God your tongue feels sooooooo good."

Bruce moved from licking her clit to placing the flat of his tongue and lips in contact with her gushing vagina as she stiffened in sexual climax. He enjoyed the taste of his wife, and when she urged him to move his body up, his stiff rod slid smoothly into her slippery tunnel. Holding his upper body away with his arms he looked down into the beautiful face of his wife and best friend. Eight years of married life and she was as beautiful and sexy as ever. Bruce was very much in love. 

He kept a slow steady pace as he moved his penis in and out of her satiny hole and when Liz wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him on he quicken his pace. When she pulled him tighter, he pounded his thick meat into his wife's juicy cunt as hard as he could until he emptied his life giving essence into her waiting womb.

Elisabeth Dickerson, everyone called her Lizzy or Liz, was a woman secure in the knowledge that she was not only intelligent, but also, very attractive to men of all ages. She had wavy auburn hair that came down to her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and dusted with freckles across her shoulders and chest. The pink nipples on her firm rounded breasts were long and pronounced and appeared to be always craving attention. She had long runners legs that met at a junction that was sparsely covered with flaming red hair.

Lizzy worked from her home as an independent 'head-hunter' and she had several major firms as clients. She was still in her nightgown and enjoying a third cup of coffee, after Bruce had left for his Civil Engineering job, when the telephone rang.

"Hi Liz, this is Jade Newton, how they hanging?"

Surprised to hear her old college suitemate's voice Lizzy was just a little slow on her response, but nevertheless was thrilled that Jade was on the line.

"God! I haven't heard from you for ages, what are you doing? Where are you? When are we going to get together again?" Lizzy screamed.

"I'm down in Red Wing, and I thought that I'd come up to your place for the weekend if you're home and not busy." Jade said.

"God yes! We don't have anything planned and I so want you to meet Bruce. How soon can you get here?" Lizzy exclaimed.

"Well, I've got a stop to make in the Twin Cities, but I should be able to be in Hudson around three-thirty or four. I'll call you when I cross the bridge into Wisconsin and you can give me directions, OK?"

"I'm looking forward to seeing you again." Lizzy said, and after hanging up the phone she blushed when she thought of Jade. Green-eyed Jade was a woman from the past that Lizzy would never forget. Jade was a free spirit and so beautiful she was almost beyond description. 

Jade always wore her straight black hair long. Her blemish free skin was so white it was nearly translucent and her posture was always majestic and regal. Lizzy and Jade had been almost identical in height and weight when they were in school, and Liz was pretty sure that Jade was going to be as beautiful now as she had been then.

A squirrel jumping off the birdfeeder by the window caught Liz's eye and she snapped back to reality, unaware that her hand had sought out her pussy and she had been busy flicking her fingers around and through her vagina while thinking about Jade. Jade, with the perfect skin, and the long thin black pussy hair that guarded the entrance to her love tunnel. A canal that Liz had navigated with her tongue and lips during a wild sex filled weekend almost a lifetime ago.

They had both signed up for a job symposium at the World Trade Center, and had decided to share a hotel room and visit the windy city over the following weekend. Friday after the conference they hit every bar between the Trade Center and the end of Rush Street, yet managed to return to their room without the burden of having any of the fifty or so male suitors they had fended off through-out the night. 

Back in their hotel room they had gotten ready for bed in their normal sleeping attire, which consisted of panties and t-shirts. 

"I'll bet my ass is all black and blue. I think every drunk in Chicago pinched my butt tonight. Take a look, am I all bruised?" Jade asked as she pulled her panties down to the center of the thighs and bent over. 

"It doesn't look bruised." Liz responded, but I bet mine is at least all red. Take a look at this." And she pulled her panties down and kneeled on the bed.

"Oh, you've got a great big bruise right in the center of this cheek. I'll just make it better." Jade said while bending over and kissing Liz's ass with a loud smacking kiss. 

The kiss caused both girls to topple on the bed with Jade half on top of Liz. Giggling and laughing the girls started to wrestle, and with their panties already down to their knees it wasn't long before they were rubbing their almost nude bodies together. 

"I think you've got a bruise on your tit." Liz cried and pulled Jade's shirt off over her head.

"Oh yes...I do...right there on the nip. If you suck it maybe it'll go away."

"Oh...so now you want your tit's sucked, is that it? Well, I'm not only going to suck your tit, I might even bite the nipple clean off. What do you think of that?" Liz snorted.

"I think I better get one of your boobs in my mouth so that if I have to spend the rest of my life with only one nipple, so will you." Jade responded as she locked her lips on one of her friend's extended rubbery nubs.

Lizzy's memory of the night of decadence was filled with thoughts of sucking and licking of every part of Jade's beautiful body and the way that Jade had probed and licked at her own erogenous zones. She wondered how Bruce would respond if he were aware that his wife had a lesbian experience with such a beautiful woman as Jade.

Pushing all thoughts of eroticism and sex to the back of her mind, Liz decided to finish up her work as quickly as possible and blitz the house and get ready for Jade's visit.

At noon Bruce stopped working and took off for lunch with two of his co-workers. He was a Civil Engineer working for the Wisconsin Department of Transportation on a bridge project over the Mississippi River. All three rode in his truck because he needed fuel, and gas in Minnesota was cheaper. While filling up he glanced over at a woman talking on the phone and sitting, or rather half sitting behind the wheel of her SUV as she filled it with gas. She had one foot in the vehicle and the other was spun around and perched beside the seat. Her short skirt was pulled up her thighs and the crotch of her white panties was clearly visible. Bruce was pretty sure that he could see strands of black hair curling out the leg holes. 

Bruce was watching intently and when the woman put the phone down she saw the handsome man staring up her legs. Always a free spirit, she decided to give the man a little show and placing her hands on the insides of her knees she turned so she was facing directly at him and ran her hands up to her panties. Sticking her index fingers in the leg holes she squeezed the material together and pulled it up tight into a wedgie that dissected her pussy. 

Bruce could now clearly see the long strands of her pubic hair, and he rubbed his growing erection through his pants. When he looked up he saw that the woman was watching him and smiling. He blushed and grinned back and mouthed the words 'sexy' at her. She gave him a big smile, and winked. Then she patted the cotton wedge between her thighs before bringing her hand to her lips and blowing a kiss in his direction. Next she slipped behind the wheel, closed the door to her car and drove away.

"Did you guys see that?" Bruce yelled as he stuck his head in the cab of his truck.

"What?" They both said in unison. 

"What! You guys must be fuckin blind? Didn't you see that chick in the black SUV? Forget it, you wouldn't believe it if I told you anyway." Was all Bruce could say before they went back to work.

It was just a little before five when Jade called Liz and got instructions on how to get to her home. When she drove into the driveway Liz came running out of the house to greet her. Both women squealed with delight and hugging one another danced around in a small circle.

"You're as beautiful as ever." Liz said as she cupped her friends face between her palms.

"You're no slouch yourself." Jade said as she moved her hands down to Liz's butt and cupped and squeezed the redhead's ass. "And on top of that you still have a killer body." She commented as her hands moved up Liz's torso to lightly fondle her smallish breasts. 

"Oh my God! Stop feeling me up out here in the driveway. Anybody could drive by and see. Let's go in the house." As she kissed her friend first on the nose and than on the lips.

"Does that mean that we can take up right where we left off ten years ago?" Jade said as she followed Lizzy into the house.

"As far as I'm concerned yes. And that's an emphatic yes. But I've never told my husband about you, and I sure don't want to risk loosing him. He's perfect and I love him to pieces. He's due home any time now, so lets get a drink while you fill me in on what you've been up to. OK?"

"I dream about you and our night in Chicago together quite often." Jade said. "My panties have been wet all day thinking about seeing you again."

"Mine too...but...well, wait until you meet Bruce. OK? Please don't upset my marriage. I love the guy, and I want to keep him."

The two girls were talking out on the back deck when they heard Bruce drive into the driveway. When Bruce saw the black SUV with Illinois license plates sitting in his driveway his thoughts went backwards and forwards at the same time. This is exactly like the vehicle he saw down in Red Wing when that sexy nymph had flashed her pussy at him from a distance of ten feet or so. Could it be the same car? Is that woman here because she knows Liz or what? What in hell is going on he wondered as he slowly peeked his head around the corner to see if he could see whom it was that was visiting.

"Come on out Bruce. I want you to meet an old friend of mine from college." Liz beckoned. "Jade, this is my husband Bruce. Bruce, this is Jade."

"Well, well, well...I've met Jade before." Bruce said as he extended his hand to the beautiful dark haired woman. "Although we've never been officially introduce, she did send an aromatic kiss my direction this morning in Red Wing." Then he brought her hand to his lips and turning it over kissed the fingertips. "Yep, the kiss she gave me was very fragrant, I can still smell it on her fingers."

Jade had a puzzled expression on her face until in dawned on her that this was the guy with the pick-up truck in the gas station.

"That was you?" Jade squealed. "I don't believe this. How could the world be such a small place?"

"Would someone kindly tell me what the hell is going on?" Liz said. 

"Your husband is a pervert. At noon today I was sitting in my car making a phone call when I caught him looking up my skirt." Jade laughed.

"I'm a pervert? You're the one that spread her legs wide enough to drive a truck through and then patted your pussy before blowing me a fragrant kiss."

"You did what?" Liz quizzed.

"Well he was practically drowning in his own drool, so I thought I'd give him a little thrill." Jade said smiling. 

"Is that true, Bruce? Did she give you a little thrill?" Liz asked with just the hint of a smirk on her face.

Bruce hadn't given a whole lot of thought on how he was going to play this, but now his wife had given him a look that seemed to imply that she hoped he found her friend sexy, he decided to play out the scene out to the hilt. 

"She gave me this!" He said, grabbing his crotch in both hands. "I had big plans on giving it to you as soon as I walked in the door, but now that there's two of you here maybe you'll have to share it."

Both women giggled but nobody said anything for several long seconds.

"I'm going to go wash off this shitty Wisconsin dirt that I've been wallowing in all day. Open me a beer will you Liz? I'll be right back." Bruce said as he smiled at Jade before he headed down the hall towards the master bedroom and bath chuckling to himself as he went.

"I think he likes the looks of you." Liz told her friend after her husband left. "Do you think you could keep both Bruce and I satisfied at the same time?"

"I could sure as hell try." Jade said as she started removing her clothes. "Lets meet him in the shower and see if he is up to the task."

"He'll be up for sure. I can guarantee that. Liz said, as she got naked just as fast as her friend. "Let me grab a beer out of the fridge. We'll give it to him in the shower."

Bruce was in the shower when both girls snuck in the bathroom and Liz slid the shower door open just enough to stick her hand in with the can of beer.

"Here you go honey. Do you want anything besides the beer? Want me to wash your back while my friend Jade gives you a blow job or something?" With that she slid the door all the way open.

"Oh my God!!!!" Was all Bruce could get out before he dropped the beer can and scrambled to get out of the way before it smashed his toes. He had been lightly stroking and soaping his long thick cock while thinking of the remote possibility of getting into the pants of that sexy winch with the long black hair. Now here she was standing naked with her arms around his equally naked wife. Both with huge smiles and giggling like crazy.

"Oh, he's a good dancer." Jade said. "And I really like the way he can make his cock wave around like a flag pole."

"Let's get in the shower with him. Maybe he'll show you how he can make it bounce up and down in rhythm to the Star Spangle Banner without using his hands." Liz laughed.

The two women stepped into the shower and sandwiched Bruce between them and each put a hand on his now fully erect dick. Bruce had both hands full of firm feminine ass flesh. One hand kneading the familiar shape he had come to know over the past eight years, and the other probing the crack of a beautiful rear end belonging to a complete stranger. 

"This is a really nice cock Liz. I should give you a kiss for sharing it with me." Jade said as she leaned around Bruce and with her free hand pulled her friend's head in close for a hard tongue lashing kiss. 

The intensity of the kiss was not lost on Bruce. He could see that both girls were getting as well as receiving. He could also tell it wasn't the first time these two had locked lips. Backing up just a little and leaning against the shower wall while both women pressed their upper bodies together and rubbed their tits against one another. Pushing his hands deeper between the legs of both women he could feel the slickness resulting from the sexual arousal of the two raunchy women.

"I think we could do a better job of this if we were in bed." Bruce said. "Besides, the hot water is about to run out."

Bruce stepped out of the shower but the women ignored him and continued to kiss and fondle one another. The hot water turned to warm and then to cool and then to cold before either woman realized it. With squeals of laughter and shrieks of joy they grabbed the fluffy towels Bruce held out to them.

"Lets' go out on the deck and let the sun dry our hair Jade. The deck is protected from prying eyes, and we don't have to get dressed again." Then looking at Bruce she smiled and said. "I'll bet you could tell that Jade and I were more than just friends? Right? Get your self a fresh beer and make up a pitcher of cool stuff for us, please? I promise to reveal all the gory history of my previous sex life. I'll answer any and all your questions. OK?"

The girls were sitting on the chaise lounge chairs side by side and Bruce pulled up a canvass rocker at their feet after handing them both tall cool Island Slings. Sitting back and sipping on his beer he looked at his beautiful wife and smiled.

"OK. You promised to tell me all. When, where and at what age did you have your first orgasm?" Bruce blurted out.

"What I meant was I'd tell you all about Jade, but since you asked, I was about eleven and I discovered how wonderful a saddle horn could make me feel. It was at a riding stable just outside of Iron Mountain.

"OK. First time with a guy?"

"In the back seat of my boy friends car the night of my senior prom."

"First time with a girl?"

"Near the end of my senior year at college. With Jade in Chicago."

"First three-some?"

"Hopefully in the very immediate future. Like some time soon with you and Jade."

"How about you, Jade? You care to tell Liz and I about your past?"

"No. I'm not about to give away all of my secrets. I will however say that I've been thinking about that night in Chicago all day and my pussy is sopping wet. Why don't both of you come over here and check it out?" Jade said spreading her knees wide and pulling the pedals of her pussy open to show her dripping tunnel.

"Come on honey. Let me show you the little pearl she had hidden in there. All you have to do is just lightly touch her like this, and then lick right there very firmly, and it will pop out in all its glory. See, isn't it beautiful? You try it. Doesn't it taste great? Feel how slick she is on the inside. I wish I had a penis so I could put it in her. You put yours in, and I'll feel and lick all around it. Please. Would you do that for me?" Liz asked.

Never in his life had Bruce ever dreamed that his loving wife would be asking him to lick and fuck some other woman's pussy. How lucky could one man get? And this pussy belonged to a woman so beautiful that she should be a movie star. Bruce flipped Jade up onto her hands and knees and with her kneeling on the chaise lounge, he straddled it and leaning over this dark haired beauties back as he slid his stiff rod up her greasy tunnel in one smooth swift motion. He was surprised when his wife knelt down beside him and scooted her head up underneath them to lick all around where his pole was pushing in and out of the fur trimmed snatch of her friend.

With his wife licking his balls and his cock bedded deep in the tunnel of a beautiful woman it didn't take long for Bruce to let loose a gusher of spunk. Almost immediately, however, he felt the tension on his legs from straddling the lounge bench and feeling a cramp coming on he slid out of Jade and watched in fascination as his lovely wife licked and sucked his juices as they spilled from the gapping cunt of this spread open stunning vixen.

Jade flipped over on her back and grabbed Liz by the back of her head and pulled her face in tight toward her crotch. Bruce could see that Jade had her eyes clinched tightly shut and had her lower lip sucked into her mouth biting it between her teeth. He marveled at the beauty of the dark haired girl as her breathing quicken and her nostrils flared before a long deep orgasm struck her. 

"Oh my God! That was incredible Liz. You are absolutely amazing, and Bruce you have a beautiful cock that fits my pussy perfectly." Jade said. "If you give me just a second, I'll try and return the favor to both of you."

"Lets go inside." Liz suggested. "The bedroom has to be way more comfortable than this deck chair."




Playful Pussycats



Once in the bedroom Bruce and Jade sandwiched Liz between them and both began licking and nursing on her elongated nipples. For Liz, the protruding nubs on her tits were conduits for an electric charge that struck all the nerve ends in her pussy. When Liz had her nipples stimulated, it was as if a faucet was turned on in her pussy and her juices would flow out. 

Liz was scissoring her legs back and forth and up and down when Jade inched her body downward. Bruce stayed at her breast, but Jade left a wet trail by kissing and licking her friend's torso all the way to the nest of red curls framing the beautiful cleft between her thighs.

Bruce backed away from the two women as they both shifted and moved so that they were both on their sides but facing in opposite directions kissing and probing at the others genital regions. Lightly stroking his cock he soon was sporting a raging hard on and when the women rolled so that his lovely wife was on top he joined in the action by adding his tongue to Jade's at the entrance to his wife's love tunnel. When Liz got up on her knees, Bruce moved his body so that he could implant his hardened cock in her soaked cunt while Jade licked all around his pole and nibbled at his wife's fully extended clit. 

Listening to the moans and grunts of the two women coupled with the squishy sounds his cock made pushing in and out of his wife's sopping wet pussy brought Bruce to the pinnacle of sexual delight and when he cascaded over the top, the two women quicken their pace until they joined him. Three sexually fulfilled bodies reeking of sweat and sex were intermingled on the bed.

"I think we better get something to eat, besides each other." Liz laughed. "If we don't we won't last for the whole weekend."

Bruce just smiled to himself thinking about what a delightful weekend this was going to be.



Playful Submission



They were sitting on the couch, with her astride him, kissing. They stopped for a moment and he brought his hands up to her breasts and squeezed gently. 

“I think we should take this upstairs,” he said with a smile. 

She stood up and stepped away, letting him stand. As she started up the stairs, she was keenly aware of his eyes watching her ass and so she put a little extra swing to her hips. They got upstairs and entered the room. He proceeded to sit down on the bed and watch her for a moment. 

“I want you to strip for me,” he told her. 

She began to take her clothes off in her typical perfunctory manor when he stopped her.

“No, slowly. Strip for me, don’t just take your clothes off.” 

At first, she wasn’t sure what he meant, but then the started to play a little with taking her clothes off, and she moved her body a little, as though moving to music. She tried to put on a bit of a show. Instead of the usual minute it took her to get her clothes off, she made it take several minutes. By the time she was completely nude, she was very aroused, as was he, despite the fact that he had not touched her once through her little show. 

Impulsively, once she finished, she leaned down and kissed him hungrily, wanting him to touch her. Once she finished kissing him and stood back, he began to get undressed, and once done, he sat back down on the bed. After studying her for a moment, he said “come here.” She stepped forward and stood between his legs. He reached up and grasped one of her nipples in each of his hands, pinching them; gently at first and then increasingly, until she closed her eyes and moaned, and then a little past that, bringing a small whimper form her. He then let go and told her to kneel. She looked at him for a second and then did as she was asked. By this point he was very hard, and she was now practically at eye level with his cock. 

“I want you to suck my cock,” he told her quietly, and she gladly complied, first licking him from his balls to the head of his cock, getting him very wet. 

She then took just the head in her mouth and played her tongue over and around it for a moment, before suddenly pushing her head down and taking as much of him as she could in her mouth. She brought her head back up swirling her tongue around him as she did. She brought one hand up and gently fondled his balls while she continued to lick and suck his cock. She continued this for a little bit, until he suddenly grabbed her head and pushed her head up and down onto his cock roughly several times. He then just as suddenly let go and pulled her head up away from his cock. 

“You’re getting very good at that,” he told her with a bit of a smirk on his face. 

“Well, that’s good to know,” responded with a laugh

He then grasped her hands and helped her stand up again. She sat down next to him on the bed and he told her to lay back. She scooted back up on the bed a bit more and lay back, resting her head on the pillows. He turned around on the bed so he was facing her. 

“I want you to spread you legs for me” he told her, knowing this would make her a bit uncomfortable. 

She hesitated for a moment but then complied, bringer her legs up so her feet rested on the bed and spreading her legs so she was open to him. 

“Hold yourself open so I can see you”

She slowly brought her hands down and held her pussy lips open, completely exposing herself to him. At this point, she was flushed and embarrassed, yet still very aroused. She watched him as he brought his face down to her pussy and licked her once, slowly. He then took one finger and after getting it wet with her juices brought it up to her mouth. She turned her head away, but got a slap on her thigh for it. So she took his finger in her mouth and licked her own juices off of it. 

“Would you like it if I went down on you right now?” he asked, knowing full well that she would. 

She avoided looking at him and quietly responded with a yes. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that,” he said

“I said yes, I would”

“You would what?”

“Would like it if you went down on me right now”

“Ah, that’s what I thought. I’d be happy to, however there are two catches. First, you have to continue to hold yourself open for me, and secondly, you have to ask permission to cum. Understood?”

“Yeah” she said reluctantly

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir”

“That’s better” and with that he began to go down on her, licking, sucking and nibbling at her. 

She quickly forgot about her embarrassment as his very talented tongue continued to work. As she felt herself reaching orgasm, she remembered that she was supposed to ask for permission, but decided that there was no good reason to. Plus, he seemed in a good mood, so she figured nothing would happen if she didn’t ask. So she began to cum, and very hard. Once her orgasm passed and he finished she opened her eyes again, only to see him watching her.

“You didn’t ask permission, and after I made it so clear. It wasn't like I asked anything big of you,” he said to her

“I know, but I didn’t want to ask” 

“Well that’s too bad, I told you the conditions, you fully understood them, and proceeded to ignore one of them. I had been planning on being very nice to you today, but now you are putting me in a position where I have to do something about this.”

“No, you don’t have to do anything”

“Yes, I do. Now, stand up facing the bed, and put your hands down on the bed”

She looked at him for a moment, thinking maybe he wasn’t being serious; after all, he had been so nice, she was sure he would just ignore this this time. However, she saw he was being totally serious, and so she stood up and got into the position he had told her to assume. She saw him reach over to the other side of the bed, where she had not looked, and pick up a flogger. 

“I had been hoping to not have to use this, I was feeling generous, but you have put me in this position.”

“No, I didn’t, you don’t have to do anything.” but before she could finish, he interrupted her

“Stop talking, until I say so again, I don’t want you to speak”

She started to protest, but then thought better of it and stayed quiet. He saw this and said “good slut.” She stood there for what felt like forever before she felt the first blow of the flogger. As much as she didn’t want to be punished, and it did hurt, she also hated to admit that it made her pussy even wetter. She could feel the moisture on her thighs dripping slightly. Once he finished, her ass was a bit sore and although she couldn’t see it, she knew it was also red. She felt him run his hand softly over her ass for a moment before he spoke.

“You may speak again,” he told her

“Thank you sir. I apologize for not asking permission to cum earlier”

He didn’t respond but took one of her hands and turned her around, pulled her to him and kissed her hard, grasping her hair and pulling, drawing a moan from her. When she looked up at him, he was smiling again, and she smiled. He then reached down and patted her ass.

“Go get on the bed again”

He reached into the basket and got a condom, then got back on the bed, handed it to her, and proceeded to lay back. She opened it and put it on him. He told her to turn around, and she did so. Settling herself astride him, she lowered herself onto him, feeling him stretch her slightly. She moaned again as he entered her. She began to ride him, moving with his thrusts. After a short while, he helped maneuver her so she was on all fours with him behind her. He reached between them and played with her clit. She quickly felt herself reaching orgasm again.

“Yes, that’s it, cum for me slut” he told her harshly as she reached orgasm

She fell partially, now leaning on her arms, into the bed. He began to pick up pace, thrusting into her hard. She was almost continuously moaning, feeling herself building up again, simply from the friction of having him inside her. Finally, as he began to cum, she felt his grip on her hips strengthen and he thrust into her one more time, hard, she also came again. Once they both calmed down a little, he withdrew from her and she lay down on her back. He came back to the bed, lay down and kissed her, first on the mouth and the lightly on the forehead.