0 comments/ 16515 views/ 1 favorites Swimming By: ericviking69 A quick morning dip Another entry from the diary of the Viking To guard my memories from the ravages of time The sun is rising in the east over the water. We had escaped for a few days of holiday in Mulege, a quaint fishing town on the sea of Cortez in Baja California. We had arrived last night tired and travel weary. The passion was there but not the energy and fire. Our feelings for each other are special but sometimes love is enough when the flesh is weary. Even so, you had kissed me and snuggled like it was the best loving you had ever had but I knew better. We had snuggled and slept well nonetheless. There is something special about trusting and loving your partner. We did sleep well, side by side. You had slept soundly against my body. The gentle sound of your breathing reminded me of the steady even tempo of the sea. In and out…like the very pulse of life. Even after I awoke, your steady even breathing brought me contentment. You started to stir. I was impatient. You knew I had something on my mind. You had sleepily agreed to slip on your sundress when I pressed. And now we walked down the long quiet beach. The sun slowly warming the air as it creeps above the horizon. The tide is out. There is wide stretch of wet sand dotted with a few shells. The sundress swishes softly as you walk. It softly follows the curves of your body I love so well. The cross-over ties were always a temptation for me. The red globe of the sun was above the horizon now. Our shadows stretched many yards up the beach. I pulled you into my arms and hugged and kissed you. You could tell that I was refreshed, more alive than you had ever seen me. The sea air, the water and your beauty have made me young again. My embrace was strong and gentle. You melted against my body. We kissed and kissed again. Then our tongues danced. My tongue probed your mouth. I caressed your hair. You looked into my eyes and could see an impish grin. Something was about to happen. It always did when I got that look. Your sundress slowly slipped to the sand. I smiled. You knew I untied the straps. You also knew I appreciated the perfection before me. I stepped back and pulled off my shirt and my shorts. We were the only people in the universe. We were primal. We were in love. You could see my passion mounting as I stood before you. I gently lifted you in my arms. You wrapped your arms around my neck. We kissed again. You could feel the hair on my chest. Then I started walking towards the sea. You squealed. It was too early to swim. You had something else in mind. I plunged ahead. The small waves lapped at my calves. The water was to my knees and then to my waist just covering my erect cock. You were hanging on now. This was not what you had in mind. I kissed you and said it was a warm bath. You would love it and gently bent my knees. We slowly sank into the water and your squeals subsided as the warm water began to caress you, first your ass and feet, slowly flowing over your pussy and then up to your tits. I gently wrapped your legs around me and we headed to deeper water. It was a long shallow beach. My hands were on your ass. Your arms were around my neck. You could see the fire in my eyes, the energy and passion together at last. You knew I was going to love you till you came. In the water you were almost weightless in my arms. I moved you into position. You could feel my cock at the doors. Your legs were wide around my hips. With just a little push I slid in. I pulled you to me. We were joined. We started the dance of lovers, in and out. You could feel every vein. My cock was alive. The red glow of the sun was captured in my eyes. I was drowning in the pools of your eyes. Our passions started to build. You were moaning now. You were ready, in and out. You knew I was yours and I knew that you were mine, in and out. The steady rhythm was in time with the sea. Each wave sent me deeper. I was in your universe now. You were my universe. My breathing was getting short. You were panting. You wanted me to come with you. I could feel the waves of passion coursing through your body. You threw your head back and announced your release which triggered my release. You could feel each surge as I filled your pussy with three blasts of my life force. I held you tight. The moment should never have ended. We were one. The universe was ours. Then my stomach growled and the spell was broken. You laughed and teased, “Still hungry for more?” However, that is another story. Swimming I peeked down Rachel's top as she bent over in front of me once again. I was allowed after all, being married to her. She had on a conservative two piece swimsuit, but the top was loose enough over her cleavage to provide and excellent view whenever she bent over. Something that was happening often as she served everybody lemonade. She was always a good hostess, eager to please, what was surprising was that buy the looks the guys were giving her I could tell they were getting the same view she was giving me. She'd shown off to truck drivers a few times and loved to tease me, but she'd never teased like this before. Of course we didn't usually have a get together without any family or kids present. Today was just a couple of guys I worked with and on them had brought along his girlfriend. She was a rather large breasted girl in a revealing bikini who seemed a little disappointed with all the attention my wife was getting. Once everybody was served she headed for the pool, which was the whole point of this get together. The guys had helped us set it up a couple days ago and were back now that the water had warmed up enough to get in. So with three sets of male eyes following her every move, my wife climbed in the pool. "The water's great," she told us and my single friend, John, wasted no time in joining her. He was a little younger than us in his late twenties, opposed to our early thirties, and worked out in his spare time, which he had a lot of being single. John protested it was still a little cold as the water neared his waist and Rachel responded by splashing him. It took him full in the face and she immediately apologized, but it was too late as he went towards her threatening to dunk her. I watched as my wife ran from and then wrestled with this young man in the water. He did, after much struggling, get her hair mostly wet at least. Next Zack went in while his girlfriend chatted on her cell phone. Soon the two of them were trying to finish what John started and moments later Rachel climbed out of the pool protesting being dunked. She sat by me and took a long drink of her lemonade. "Why don't you join us?" She asked and then leaning close whispered, "Or do you want to be the only one who hasn't groped me today?" With that she returned to the water. I hesitated for a moment sorting out my feelings of jealousy and arousal. Arousal won as I followed her to the pool hoping the cold water would help my growing bulge. "Too bad we don't have a volleyball or something yet," Rachel said after eluding another dunking attempt. "All we have is the football the kids toss around," I said holding up a small floating football. "Sounds interesting," John said. Everybody agreed it was better than just splashing each other. The teams wound up being me and Rachel against the two men. Lisa was still on the phone. Rachel didn't want to throw so that made me QB and after one play I realized why the guys liked this game. Rachel caught the ball and Zack moved behind her wrapping his arms around her and pulling her mostly under the water. I could see on hand partially on her breasts and could only imagine where the other was. Another play and we had scored although; John did "tackle" her in the end zone. Now it was there turn. Zack took QB so I guarded John. Zack did something I hadn't thought of and started to run. Rachel moved in front of him, jumping on him and pushing him back into the water. Wrapping her legs around him she managed to tip him over and pay him pack for a dunking. I decided to guard Zack after he finally separated himself from my wife, knowing he would just throw it this time. Zack lobbed the ball in John's direction and Rachel grabbed it out of the air. Laughing at her success she started to move towards our end zone only to have John reach for her. His hand reached around and caught on her swimsuit pulling it down, dangerously close to exposing her breasts. Rachel turned as he pulled and I couldn't be sure, but I think he did get to see all of one of them. Now it was time to throw to Rachel the ball again. I considered running it, but was enjoying the horseplay between her and the guys. So I tossed it to her. The guys let her catch it before moving in and with one on each side scooped her up between them. I could see there hands under her legs holding her up, dangerously high up. She struggled between them as the started carrying her towards their end of the pool. She flipped over in their arms and I could see them each holding a breast under the water, their other hands high on her legs. Deciding to get in on the fun, I went over and grabbing her legs starting pulling her the other way. This resulted in their hands sliding up against her pussy. She continued to struggle which only rubbed their hands against her. I was sure her breasts were getting squeezed too. The fun went on another couple minutes until Lisa finally joined us. We all kind of relaxed for a while. Lisa hugging on Zack doing her best to keep him focused on her. John got out getting a drink leaving Rachel and I with a moment alone. Standing behind me she had me get on my knees and rubbed my shoulders. Leaning over she began whispering in my ear again. She told me what I already knew, that they'd been groping her breasts and touching between her legs, but it as a lot hotter coming from her. Especially as she described how hot it was making her. Lisa pulled on of their rafts into the pool and slid up onto it. She did look pretty good, but something about Rachel just seemed more sexual. Zack started rubbing Lisa down with sunscreen as she lay on the raft. "We're out of Lemonade," John said as he got back in the pool. "I'll get some," Rachel immediately offered, but I told her to take a break I'd take care of it and headed into the house to make some more. Sliding the other raft to her as I got out. Rachel slid up onto it and John was standing beside her as I went inside. I could see them from the living room window and watched as Zack handed the sunscreen to John who rubbed some on his face and arms before looking nervously towards the house. I could see him talking to Rachel and a moment later he squeezed sunscreen onto the backs of her legs, working it in gently all the way up to her ass. He also rubbed it on the exposed areas of her back. Rachel then turned over and taking the bottle began rubbing it on herself, covering the fronts of her legs and rubbing it over her cleavage as the two men watched. She lay back on the raft legs spread hanging off each side, giving John an excellent view between her legs. I was about to go back out when Lisa's phone started ringing. She got out leaving the two men alone with Rachel in the pool. The horseplay soon started again as they began spinning her raft in circles. I went back out hoping they would continue and eager for a better view. I stopped and refilled Lisa's glass for her and then stood by the edge of the pool for a bit drinking my own. Watching as they tipped her off the raft. John grabbed her legs one in each hand holding her up in the water. She was laid back floating as he held her there threatening to dip her under the water. She wrapped her legs tight around him pulling his crotch against her as she tried to pull herself up and push him over. Zack moved behind her wrapping his arms around her chest and tried to pull her off John. I watched her struggle against them, loving to see her having fun, but also aroused by the fact that her struggles were rubbing her pussy up and down John's cock, only their swimsuits separating them. I climbed back in the pool as Rachel's legs slipped from around John. She escaped Zack and ran to hide behind me. Everybody was laughing and having a good time. I decided to get in on the fun and turned picking her up. She wrapped her legs around me and putting her head close to mine whispered, "I could feel his hard cock rubbing against me." With that she twisted away from me and I caught her from behind just as Zack and John each grabbed an arm. I lifted her legs up bringing her ass to the top of the water. They stood on each side of her holding her so that her head was out of the water. I could see each of them had a hand under her and guessed that each one had a breast. I had my hands on her hips holding her from escaping and then did something I still find hard to imagine, sliding a hand under her I slid her bikini over so that one edge of it was between her pussy lips. Leaving her partially exposed, I then let her go. She stood up. It wasn't obvious with her standing there but I knew it would be if the raised her up again. I excused myself to get a drink and left her with them. She swam away from them only to have John catch her again. "I don't think so," she said as he tried to lift her from behind. She managed to flip over on her back. John found himself looking down at her half exposed pussy she continued to struggle seemingly oblivious to her suits position. So much so, that I wondered if she even knew what I'd done. Lisa got off the phone again and I heard her tell Zack as she kissed him that she had to go. We all told her good-bye and Zack walked her around front to her car. I asked Rachel if she was hungry yet and then went to get the hamburgers to grill. Inside I looked out at the two of them alone and watched as John's had not so innocently slid up her thigh and gingerly touched the exposed lip of her pussy. She rose up putting her arms around his neck and they remained like that for a minute, his hand still in between them against her pussy. They broke apart as I went out and lit the grill. Zack returned and everybody got out of the pool. The three of them got the plates and stuff ready. I noticed Rachel had fixed her suit. "I think maybe I'll go change," Rachel said to no one in particular. "No," they both said in unison. I just smiled. "I just want to dry off," she said leaving the disappointed guys there as she went inside. We all chatted around the grill while she was gone. Other than a couple of comments about how lucky I was nobody said anything about all the fooling around in the pool. Their disappointment at her changed ended when she came back out. Wearing the shortest pair of shorts I'd ever seen her wear and one of my tank tops she walked out to us. The top was white, the shorts gray. The hamburgers done, we all sat down at the circular table. I sat across from Rachel, the guys in between us on each side. Looking down through the wire mesh table I realized her shorts were not only short, but loose and as she sat with legs apart I could see a little of her pussy. As she ate she pulled one of her legs up resting her foot on the chair. I watched as John looked down to see her pussy revealed to him. She remained like that letting him look throughout dinner; I couldn't believe how much it turned me on as well. Added to which Zack kept trying to get a peek at her breasts. I was actually impressed that she managed to keep them from showing with my shirt on. It was way too big for her and showed tons of cleavage and the arm holes were designed for a man, not with the intention of concealing breasts. The sun had been starting to go down by the time we started eating and as we finished up it was fairly dark. We sat around chatting for a while, moving back to the lounge chairs by the pool. The horseplay returned shortly as our food settled. Plus John was still getting a good view of Rachel's pussy sitting facing her as she lay back with her legs apart. Rachel soon had the two men throwing her in the pool. She emerged soaked in a transparent tank top. Nipples now clearly visible through the fabric. She grabbed the two men standing by the pool and hauled them in with her. They didn't struggle and I watched as they stood beside her obviously staring at her breasts. Rachel fell back in the water and floated away from them, her breasts floating on top, nipples obviously hard. She stopped suddenly, having to fix her shorts which were trying to fall down. I joined them in the water not wanting to miss out on the fun and we began tossing the football around again. It started out as just playing catch watching my wife's breasts sway and then it turned into keep away with her trying to intercept it. Until she caught it in front of John. He grabbed her from behind trying to steal the ball back. She leaned out in front of him trying to slip through his arms. She extended her arms out in front of herself until Zack made it over then she tucked the ball against her chest. Zack's hands went for the ball and I could imagine what else they were grabbing. Rachel broke free from John and then from Zack turning her back towards me. I moved behind her and reached around for the ball. She extended herself in front of me and I grabbed her upper thighs tipping her forwards. John and Zack caught her again and we had her stretched out in the water. Their hands supporting her top while I held her legs. I looked down to see her shorts were halfway off her ass. The other two were looking as well. I could also see there arms disappearing under her. Her own arms were stretched out in front of her and the guys were reaching for the ball with one hand while supporting her with the other. What I wouldn't find out until later was that there hands were actually inside the shirt holding her bare breasts. They succeeded in getting the ball, but I didn't let her go, my own cock was quite hard from her teasing and I was enjoying her myself now. Turning her over on her back so she was floating in the water I pulled her pussy tight against me. She rose up against me and told me about the hands in her shirt. I was so shocked and turned on; I let her go as she pulled away. The guys realized the real fun was getting the ball back, so it only took a couple of tosses before she got it. This time John grabbed her and held on. She turned in his grasp and was soon laying on her back, arms extended, this time I moved to one side and Zack to the other. John had his hands on her hips. Her shorts were down lower. Rachel keeps her pussy trimmed and even so the shorts were down enough that a bit of hair was peeking out the top. John's hands were on her exposed hips above the shorts holding her tight against him and in a position that if she struggled she was liable to lose her shorts. As we got there and went for the ball she pulled in down to her chest. Zack went for it and I watched as they fought for the ball. We all stared as a breast became exposed and I know I was as horny as they were to see my wife's nipple. Rachel pretended to be upset and covered it. She managed to twist onto her stomach, mostly because John let her and I found myself supporting her by holding her breast. I could feel Zack's fingertips against mine and knew his hand was on the other one. To top it off, in turning over her shorts had slipped lower and we all had a great view of her ass now. She rose up and struggled some more pulling away from John, but leaving her shorts in his hands. We all just stood there as she swam to the other side and turned to face us. Her shorts were hanging from John's hands. "Oops," she said walking back over. Holding out the football she added, "Trade?" "I don't know," John said thoughtfully. Then with a grin he tossed the shorts out of the pool. Rachel headed after them only to be caught by Zack. She turned to face him and his hands slid down her back to her ass. John moved behind her and the two men pressed against her from front and back. Working together they pulled the shirt over her head leaving her naked. Rachel looked to me, but all I could do was stare with a stupid grin on my face. The two men turned her sideways and floating her on her back in the water began exploring her body. Fingers first, but soon they were each sucking a nipple. I was ready to cum in my suit when John moved between her legs and lowered his mouth to her pussy. I joined in kissing her and whispering that I loved her, before we carried her to a lounge chair. John was first climbing on top of her and pushing his cock inside my wife's pussy as I watched. Rachel turned him over and straddled him, with Zack and I on either side, she stroked and sucked our cocks as she gyrated her hips against John's. Zack was soon cumming on her breasts and I couldn't stop from joining him. I could tell when she began to cum on John's cock and was still in the middle of my own orgasm as I heard her beg him to cum in her. He did. Our lust temporarily sated, Rachel got up, John's cum dripping out of her, and went in to shower. She returned with only a towel on to find us drinking a beer and chatting. We played until two in the morning that night, each of us exploring her body as she remained naked and all of us cumming in her before they left. Swimming I was fat. The folds of flab had reached over my lap and would rest midway between my thighs and knees when I sat. My upper arms wobbled as I walked, and my thighs rubbed together enough to cause a pimply rash. My lover said she adored my obesity, that women should not pander to male fantasies of beauty. She came hardest on the days I had my regular short-back and sides, and the rolls of flesh along my neck were more visibly protuberant over the collar of my man's extra outsized shirt. I was fat. A big fat dyke. Fat, Out and Proud. My honey lost her hands and tongue in my orange-peel dimpled flesh. My flabby cunt lips squeezed over her red-lipsticked mouth, my huge dangling tits, the nipples pointing floorwards engulfed her as she buried her face between them. My beloved. . My joy. My petite Mistress. My girl with the whip hand. My 32 B-cupped, tiny Mistress. How I quivered at her every command. How I tingled at the slap of her paddle on my dimpled buttocks. How I shuddered when she whispered in my fleshy ear "Yes, my fat slut", as she would grab rolls of fat in her hands and heave it from side to side. She would push me on to my back and mount my huge belly, stroking my tits which flopped sideways across my torso. She would then turn and place her knees at my side, her arse pushed as high into the air as she could manage, as she commanded me to lick her fragrant pussy and rim her arsehole. She liked nothing better than placing a collar around my burgeoning neck, the studs getting lost in the folds of my chins as they drooped towards my chest. Attaching a lead, this tiny Asian doll would lead me into our Playroom, where she would attach the chains and clamps to my engorged nipples, lie me on the leather lounge, and strirrup my legs to expose my gash, and watch my awed expression as she attached one of her numerous huge chickdicks into its harness and fuck me to a shuddering, quivering 300 lb mass of orgasmic flubber. She liked me to be shaved smooth, and so once a week she attended to my grooming. I had long since lost the ability to see my own mound, lost as it was under the fleshy overhang, striped with silvery stretch marks. So my China Doll, my Amy, would push the fat aside and, after applying hot-as-I-could-bear towels, lather me up, then with an expert touch, hold the blubber at bay as she would shave with one-hand. The biggest challenge came as she would expertly remove the stubble from my outer flaps, all the while keeping her thumb pushed against my clit for protection. I revelled in my sexuality, the embodiment of the fat, orgasmic dyke. I wrote about our relationship for both populist and academic lesbian publications. I made a meagre income as a freelance writer, but banked healthy sums for my best-selling FatDyke Lit. I pioneered the genre. My baby doll continued her work as a financial auditor, and I awaited her eagerly each night at 7pm, a wine spritzer ready for her as she turned the key in the lock of our apartment door. Then Amy died. I was lost in despair, distraught with grief. I forgot to eat. I rarely went outside my door. Within 6 months I was half my former weight, and heading south. My hairy cunt was becoming visible, at least when I caught a glimpse in the mirror. My arms and legs and back and gut were lost in the folds of skin, no longer stretched tight over a mound of blubber. My tits hung to my waist as before, but now just elongated sacks of skin. My body had changed, and along with it my thinking. I yearned for Amy's mistressly ways, her discipline, but in my grief I couldn't even look at another woman. I was so despondent I turned away from my former friends. I could not accept comfort. Or friendship. Unconsciously, perhaps, I channelled my need for domination into a new sublimation. A year after Amy left me, despite avoing I never would, I joined a gym. It was the antithesis of Life With Amy. I guess that's why. I was ugly, but I didn't hide my grossness from the startled looks and glances in the locker room. If Amy was no longer there, I didn't care. The gym is a perfect place for solitude. So many bodies sweating in their individual tortures and contortions. Anonymity guaranteed. There is very little sociability about the gym. My gym anyway. A tough environment, and many fall by the wayside. The most enthusiastic treadmiller one month; abandoned membership the next. The gym has a pool, so I started to swim. I swam every day, twice a day. A mile in the morning and a mile at night. My skin started to feel alive once more, if only as I slipped through the water, feeling the silk-like texture against my body. I experimented with different ways of holding my arms, of kicking, of strokes. Sometimes the water around me became aerated and the fizz of tiny bubbles felt tingly along my arms and legs and torso. Other times I was like a slipstream enveloped in a warm cocoon. I ignored the directions to wear a swimming cap; I loved the first, cool rush of water against my shaven head. After six months, as my muscles started to emerge, I found my skin and tits tiresome. I made an appointment with a plastic surgeon and went in for a "nip and tuck", or rather a full skin slicing, and a tit lift. I was swathed in bandages for some months, and lost much of my muscle tone. By the time I had been relieved of the excess flesh, and my tits remoulded into hard orbs, I was hungering to get back into the pool. After a further six months, I was hard. Emotionally, still, a hard and brittle bereaved lover. Physically, a hard and sculpted body. I fell in love with the weights machines and spent even longer at the gym. One day a former friend failed to recognise me on the street. Yet, I barely noticed the stares of astonishment from the other women in the locker room as I walked naked from the shower to my locker. I learned of this later, from Susan. One soft, pink Spring day, as I slipped through the water, oblivious to any other swimmer, I reached the end of the pool and prior to making my customary tumble turn, I noticed another woman had dropped into my lane. I instinctively moved to one side, as lane etiquette requires – swim up one side, down the other, no longer directly above the endless black line... I though about what I had seen underwater as I swam the next length. A lean body, long legs, in a yellow bikini with a floral pattern. I hoped she wouldn't flail around helplessly too much, I thought. Women not wearing a racing swimsuit usually did, I had long since decided. Lost as I was in this thought, I hardly noticed she was already at the other end when I got there. That set me thinking on my next lap. This time I became conscious of a slight ripple as she moved past me. Whoa – this mermaid really could swim! But then I reminded myself, there's stamina – I had got used to outlasting all other lappers over the past 2 years. I would swim for an hour or more, without a stop, not even a breather at one end or the other. So I kept on. Half an hour later, Bikini Girl was still pacing me. I stopped. Yes. I stopped. I stood at one end of the pool, and lifted my goggles above my eyes. The pool was empty, save for me and Bikini Girl, sharing a lane. And here she came, back toward the wall I was standing against. As she reached the end, rather than touch the wall next to me to avoid a collision, or even move over to effect a tumble turn, I felt her fingers move the crotch of my swimsuit to one side, and a gentle pressure on my clit. I gasped as my body responded instictively, and the daisy print of her bikini top emerged from the ultramarine blue of the water as she stood in front of me, gripped my face between her hands, pressed her tits against mine, and opened my mouth with her tongue . . . Swimming A month after I graduated high school and just about a week past my eighteenth birthday life was about to become interesting. My dad's best friend had asked me if I would maintain his swimming pool and work in his yard while he and his wife went on vacation for the next two weeks. Tall pine and oak trees just outside the fence and stretching back several feet surrounded it insuring privacy. I was free of course to use the pool. I got the idea that going around the property naked would be a trip. It was just a question of building up some courage. I started modestly at first, going nude only inside the house. That felt great. By the third day I had begun working naked outside, leaving my clothes inside the back porch. I am five foot eight with a fairly good, albeit lean, physical build. I weigh 145 pounds. My circumcised cock measures a good six inches. It was fairly early in the morning of my third day when I picked up the net and began skimming leaves and buds from the surface of the water. I held it's long handle clumsily across the pool but quickly adjusted to it. The automatic vacuum moved slowly across the pool floor. There were other small jobs. Finished with the pool I began pulling up the clover and grass clumps that seemed to be everywhere between the flowers and along the fence. Starting directly beside the round white patio table I worked my way around the pool. Voices next store sent me hurrying into the house to put on my clothes. Though they were quite far off outdoor nudity was new to me. I had the uneasy feeling that they were watching and ready to gossip if not already gossiping. While I was inside wearing just my jeans with no underpants I helped myself to a coke and drank it slowly. How long do they plan to stay out there? Suddenly it occurred to me that there are too many trees between their back porch and me. By day four I had grown a little bolder. Arriving on the property at eight, I immediately stripped naked and left my clothes inside the guest bedroom. Within just a couple of minutes I was outside swimming. After swimming for about twenty minutes I started working again. There were some hedge bushes beside the driveway that needed to be cut. That job took a few minutes plus a few more to pick up the cuttings. By nine thirty I had finished. Those dark blue trunks had to come off. Hurriedly I returned the equipment to the shed under the deck then returned to the swimming pool. The bathing suit came off. This is better. Having finished the yard work, I could spend my days enjoying the pool. I relaxed in a chase lounge. I come from a close nit family though I do not tell mom and dad everything. Good heavens, I can't tell them about this. They would make a fuss and that's the last thing I need. I had been home for about a hour when my mother inquired. "How's the yard work going?" "fine," I replied. "The Jamisons will be home in another week. They'll be happy to see the nice work that you did." Since the age of fourteen I had been cutting lawns on my own street. Aside from making my reputation as a good worker the job put more cash in my pocket then most boys my age. Mr. Jamison had offered me big money for this current job. Ted Jamison is a man in his mid forties and quite handsome. His hair and eyes eyes dark brown. His face is square shaped and his nose straight. He said once that he's 44 so I took his word for it. He is my height but a bit heavier. He keeps himself fit. I had seen him jogging at times and he mentioned something about going to a gym during his younger days. He also mentioned playing high school football as a wide receiver. The second week had passed. Laying in the chase lounge I had not given any thought to the Jamisons returning. Instead, a little sleepy because I had not slept well the night before, I closed my eyes in the chase lounge. I was aware of the sound of car doors and footsteps but gave that little thought. Suddenly I became aware of a hand closed around and stroking my rapidly stiffening cock. I opened my eyes to the last thing I ever expected. It's Mr. Jamison! He stood over me naked. "I spend a good deal of time myself out here naked when the wife's not around. I've been wanting a cute boy for a long time." When I didn't react he continued to stroke my cock until it swelled to the full size and went erect. Though I had never told anyone I had always dreamed of a cute boy taking me, and having his way with me. I wanted him. Ted pressed his body against me and his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. Mouths opened and tongues pushed inside licking. His hand continued to stroke my man meat while his other hand slid under me to find my ass. Making love to a 44 year old man is so cool! I'll bet not many eighteen year olds have this chance. He sat up. Eagerly I spread and lifted my legs. Grabbing me by the ankles he rested my legs on his shoulders. Now I felt the seven inches of his swollen and throbbing organ pushing into my tight virgin asshole, stretching it, rubbing against flesh, making it tingle, and ultimately going deep inside me. The pain was mitigated by the feeling of intense pleasure. The huge cock slid slowly back and forth for probably two minutes or better. I did not count the seconds but just took him and voiced soft guttural moans. "Don't stop! Keep fucking me!" "Oh baby I've been looking forward to this with a cute boy since forever." Suddenly I felt love juices surging inside me. He pulled out leaving cum oozing from the hole. I lay there, looking up at him and smiling. Will I ever have this again? "It will be easier the second time because your hole is widened. The dick will fit better." Fantastic, I thought. There will be a second time. "What would your wife say?" "I don't give a crap. I'll most likely admit that I like boys and ask her to divorce me." I kissed his mouth again, this time deep, lingering for several seconds. My hands made small circles on his chest while my thumbs raked up and down over his nipples. "May I ask how long you've been married?" "Eighteen years. Since I was twenty six." An interesting irony, I thought. He moved off and sat back on the lounge next to me. It was not a moment too soon. Following his lead I quickly put on the trunks he brought me. They were my own of course. A moment later Jill came outside in her lime green two piece and sat with us at a chair beside the table. "How was the trip?" "We had a great time." She had no clue that her husband just had great sex with me and was considering leaving the marriage. I could see that in the way she acted towards him. A few days later My cell phone placed on the hood of the car rang while I played basketball at end of the driveway. The rendition of Sweet Dreams by Roy Buchanan identified the caller as Ted Jamison. "Hi," I said. "What's going on?" "Jill's at her girlfriend's house. It's her Bingo night and I need some company." A few moments later I arrived. After a brief nude swim we walked inside the house and into the guest bedroom. Ted took me against his body, slid a hand down to my ass and squeezed gently. His other hand cupped my balls while we kissed with mouths open. I wanted it lying on my side. He obliged. His monster cock slid easily into my orifice. His rhythm was slow and steady. Neither of us paid any attention to time passing as we lay on the bed caressing each other. A kiss on my cheek was followed by another and another. He touched his lips against mine. The opening front door was barely audible. Then footsteps grew louder. The guest bedroom door opened. The shit hit the fan. "Oh my God!" shouted Jill. I sat up, jaw dropped and wide eyed. Jill's temper was rising fast. Ted sat up staring at her. All he could say was, "divorce?" "Ted just go and take your young boyfriend with you! I won't even fight this!" Grabbing my clothes quickly, I dressed and headed for the door. Within a half hour after the shouting I was home in my own bedroom with my concerns. What would dad say about my sexual proclivity? How would he react to learning that I'm having an affair with his high school classmate and best friend? Swimming Thanks to my new editor CitrusBlosssom, here's a new story I wrote a while ago. Please enjoy! * "Come on, we're going swimming. Get your gear together." "What? I thought you said you wanted to make love to me! I was getting all horny and turned on." "Don't lose hold of that feeling. We're not just going swimming. I want you to take all your clothes off, put on your Fuck Me Boots, and put on this raincoat. And that's all." "Ooooooh" she said. She's trembling slightly, and teeters a little on legs gone rubbery from the thought. "Ok, that sounds good to me!" She hurries up the stairs to do as commanded. In her bedroom she took off her clothing. Her current, boring jeans and T-shirt hit the floor in a pile. Out came the FMBs, which she quickly zips up her legs before buttoning and belting the raincoat over her nakedness. She grabbed her swimming bag and went back down the stairs. "Good! You're almost ready." "Almost?" "Yeah, bend over and lean against the wall." She does as requested. He leans over and grabs the bottom of the long raincoat, pulling it up with one hand and running the other up over her bare leg. "Lift your leg up." As she does so, he hooks something around her foot. "Now the other." He pulls the device up her legs, and over her hips, settling it in to position. It's a g-string that nestles comfortably against her bottom hole, with something positioned before her pussy lips. She reaches down with one hand to investigate and finds that it's a ring of beads, positioned right in front of the entrance to her pleasure hole. "Right, we're leaving now." He spanks her bottom twice, then lets the raincoat fall back down. The couple leaves the house and goes to the car, where he opens the door for her. As she gets in and is about to sit down, he hikes up the raincoat, flashing the world and making her sit her naked bottom on the seat. As he slips in to the driving seat she says "That was cheeky!" "Oh? Didn't you enjoy it?" "Yes! But it was still cheeky" She grins. He grins back. He starts the car, puts it into gear and drives off. Soon enough she realises that the beads of her g-string are pushing into her lips, stimulating her through the car seat as the vehicle vibrates and bounces around. She can't help but moan as she starts to tingle. Before too long however, they arrive at the local swimming pool. As they both get out of the car, she involuntarily flashes the world. "Ooooops." She walks quickly towards the pool entrance, but he grabs her arm and redirects her to the walkway over to a local multi storey carpark. "Wha...?" "We're going over here first. There's something I want to show you." They quickly walk into the carpark, going up the spiralling stairs to the top floor. He leads her out by the hand to the edge and leans over, pointing out over the side. "Look over there!" She looks, following his example and leaning slightly out over the top of the wall. Then the unexpected occurs - he quickly scoots behind her and thrusts his pelvis against her, causing her to grunt as she is shoved in to the low wall. He pulls up her raincoat, exposing her almost bare bottom. Unzipping his trousers, he pulls out his rock hard dick, and shoves hard and unrestrained into her, through the center of the bead ring. He then proceeds to fuck her fast - deeply and passionately, whilst groping her breasts and crushing her beneath his weight into the wall she is leaning on. All whilst leaning out, looking over the town, in public where they could be discovered at any second. It doesn't take long for them both to reach a highly explosive climax, with him spurting his cum deep in her pussy and her spasming in reciprocal delight. "Oh god, that was fantastic!" she moaned. "Mmmhmm" he agreed "but we're only just getting started. We should go down to the pool now." They walk down to the pool, with warm sticky cum drooling out of the girl's pussy, down the inside of her thighs, over her boots and leaving the occasional drip on the floor, bearing silent witness to the pleasure of what they have just done. As they enter the front doors of the pool, she starts to rub her thighs together tightly when she walks, in an attempt to try and control the dripping, but causing her hips to sway provocatively. After paying the entrance fee and getting past the front desk of the pool without comment -- the raincoat blending in with all the other people wearing their wet weather gear due to the filthy conditions earlier in the day -- they proceed to the changing rooms. "I'm going to clean up. Meet you back out here?" "Yep, see you in a second." After a brief absence, the lovely sexbomb returns from the bathroom, and they go down to the changing rooms where they take a cubicle together. Because of her relative undress, it takes her seconds to get ready, giving her the chance to watch her man do an impromptu striptease as he gets ready to put his swimming trunks on. "You know, I find one piece bathing suits like that" - he points at the black form fitting swimming costume she is wearing -- "a huge sexy turn on. It's usually all I can do to stop myself breaking out in a large protrusion... Except I can't seem to stop it at the moment." They both look down at his tool, poking up large between his legs. He takes the one short step that separates them and pushes her up against the wall of the cubicle, bringing his lips crushingly to hers, kissing her with wild abandon and uncontrolled lust. Their tongues meet and battled swirlingly around each other, probing deeply and licking each other between their distended mouths. She reaches down, grabs his bum and pulls him to her, grinding against him. She pulls the gusset of her costume out of the way, places one leg on the bench, grabs his cock and guides it into her. Their animal grunting is muffled by their death-grip-like kiss. They thrust against each other, building towards another climactic release, but before they can reach their peak, he pulls away, breaking their clasping embrace, and pulling out of her soft silky warm wet depths. "It's not time for that yet! You've already had your fill once today. We should go swimming now. Well at least you should. It'll take me a couple of minutes to... calm down. But before you go..." He reaches down into his sports bag and pulls out a pink egg-shaped plastic blob. He kneels in front of the startled girl, and slides it up between her lips in to her tingly vagina. He then pulls her swimming costume back in to place. "There you go, something to keep your lust levels going while you have a swim." He puts his trunks on over his jutting hardware as she grabs her goggles. He opens the door to the cubicle, and gently eases her out. "See you in a minute" he whispers in her ear. As she half strides, half staggers out of the changing area, he pushes a button on a gadget he holds in his hand. The unsuspecting swimmer stops dead on her way to the water, only just avoiding tripping up. Deep in her pussy, the egg gave of a strong rumbling vibration. She looks over her shoulder at her tormentor, who is still peering out of the changing room. He winks at her and shuts the door, the vibrations stopping for now. Taking a deep breath, she starts walking again. She reaches the swimming pool, and turns round to step down the ladder. As soon as she is submerged, the buzzing hits her again, feeling distractingly good. She turns a bright red as she realises that she is having her pussy vibrated out of her control, in a public swimming pool, surrounded by strangers. She pushes off in to a long swim up the pool, trying hard to keep her mind on the workout and not on the intermittent vibrations between her legs. She manages to do a few lengths before spotting her frustration-causing lover at the end of the pool she is swimming towards. She speeds up, wanting to have a word with him, but slows down again as the vibrator is switched on again, and is left on. "Why you you - argh!" she spits out at him. "How could you!" "Not enjoying yourself?" he asks. "Well, yes I am, but it is so embarrassing! My nipples are rock hard and showing through my swimsuit for everyone to see." "Oh, so you're not enjoying being turned on? That's a shame. This was all supposed to be preparation for some more surprises when we get home." He teased her. "Oh... Well I'm done with swimming! I can't concentrate with what's going on. And I want to see your surprises!" she forcibly declared "Well ok, but I want to do a couple of lengths." The vibrator is switched off, and he swims off to the other end of the pool. A few lengths and several pulses of the vibrating egg later, and they climb out of the pool to go get changed. The naughtiness is curtailed on the way out of the sports center, as they are both eager to get back home. She is still wearing nothing but her FMBs and the raincoat. Not even the g-string this time, but she does have the egg in her, forcing her to walk short steps, with her thighs held tight together to keep it inside her. Fortunately, he doesn't turn it on again until they reach the car and he once again helps her in, flashing the world by flipping up the raincoat. He nips round to the driver's side, and gets behind the wheel. "Undo your coat" he insists. With a horny glaze in her eyes, she unbuckles the raincoat, then unbuttons it. "Now spread your legs." She complies, letting some of her bare flesh peep out. He then drives off. As they approach the exit to the car park, he reaches under her raincoat and gropes her left breast, giving the nipple a quick pinch. Once again, she descends in to a moan. He switches on the vibrating egg and drives off. On the way back to their house, he slips his hand down between her legs and plays with her pussy whenever he gets the chance. He also fondles her breasts, causing lots of flashing of her nakedness, but through sheer luck avoids being seen by anybody. As they pull up back at the house and she gets ready to get out of the car, he grabs her arm and stops her opening the door. "I want you to do something for me before you get out." "Oh god, I'm so wet and horny, I'd do anything!" she announced. "Good. Turn around and scoot your back up towards me. Excellent. Now lift yourself up off the seat..." As she does so, she feels him guide her, gliding over the top of the gear lever. Just as she's about to clear it, he pushes down on her, embedding it in her pussy. Despite its size, and the egg already in her, it slips in with no resistance, as she's so wet and relaxed. He helps her ride up and down on the knob a couple of dozen times before finally helping her back in to her seat. "Hometime!" he exclaims. They climb out of the car, her on shaky legs, him trying to hide the tenting in his underwear. It doesn't take the long to get inside the house and into each other's arms -- a passionate and desperate embrace and kiss. Hands all over each other's bodies, heads, hair and necks. This time the girl pulls away. "I want my surprises! After what you've put me through, I deserve them" "Ok sweetheart. Come in to the spare room. That's where I've prepared them for you." They walk up the stairs - him behind, groping her, her in front taking her time and enjoying the fondling. They enter the spare room to find a contraption in the middle of the floor, with the bed pushed in to the corner out of the way. It is made out of two chairs. They have been strapped together, side by side but about 18 inches apart, both facing forward. The first bar that holds them together is just above the seats. The second is at the top of the backs. "Oh! I know what these are for!" she exclaims. "Don't be so sure. There may yet be a surprise or two for you. Take your clothes off and go and sit sideways on the left chair." She takes off her loose raincoat and drops it on the floor. She walks to the left-hand chair, and sits on it with her knees away from the other chair. "Good!" he walks over and pulls out a couple of ties. He attaches her right arm to the back of the chair, and her right leg to the outside of the chair. He then grabs her left arm & leg and, supporting her weight, stretches them out until her lower body is suspended between the chairs, her legs open as wide as they have ever been. He ties her arm and leg in place on the right chair, which holds her steady and securely with her crotch exposed for him to play with. He sits down between the chairs, and moves forward until his mouth is level with her spread labia. He then proceeds to give her the best eating-out of her life. He starts by licking up and down on her naked, shaven, outside pussy lips - side to side, up and down. He occasionally pauses and nibbles on her thighs, teasing her instead of giving the more that she is starting to demand. After several minutes of this he starts to move inwards, working on her inner lips, sticking his tongue deep in to her snatch. He carefully avoids touching her clit as much as possible. He occasionally pushes his mouth tight into her, rubbing his nose against her clit, almost pushing his chin into her pussy as he licks and eats her out. Her moaning and demands get strident as she gets closer to orgasm, but it is still not time for her to cum. He pulls away from her, eliciting a groan of disappointment. "Are you ready for another of your surprises?" "I'm enjoying this one!" she says breathlessly. "Ah but the next one will make this even better." "Yes please then." The guy lifts up his hand and snaps his fingers. The doors of one of the cupboards behind the bound captive opens, and someone steps out. At least it looks like someone, but moves with a fluid grace that belies its true nature. "You know how you've wanted a threesome, but I didn't want to share you with another guy? Well I've bought one of those sex-androids. It'll do anything we want, and I don't need to get jealous! He's going to be pleasuring your bumhole while I finish off sucking your delectable pussy." As the machine steps up behind her, she can't see it, tied up as she is. However she can feel it, as it kneels down behind her, and puts its self-lubricating, self-expanding and self-extending dick at the entrance to her puckered rosette. It reaches around her, grabs her breasts, and pushes gently and smoothly in to her depths. Her lover then starts again on licking, sucking & eating her juicy privates. He reaches up with his hands and encircles her waist with them, giving her the experience of two pairs of hands playing with her restrained body. "More!" she screams. "Deeper! Thicker! Hardeeeerrr." It doesn't take long before she explodes in a bone-shaking, shuddering orgasm that almost breaks the chairs apart. As she comes down from the high, the android pulls out of her and backs away, standing at the ready. Her lover unties her and, supporting her weight, guides her towards the bedroom, the sexbot in tow. "You know it's my turn to have some fun now. I think it's time I spent challenging your back passage. We've had some big toys in your pussy, and I want to see how your cope with them up your ass." He changes direction and half carries, half drags her to the bathroom. Although she is weak from her recent experience, she mumbles "ohyespleaseohgodyesfuckmyasssomemorestuffitfullgood" barely understandably. After getting her to kneel on the fluffy bath mat, he takes the sexbot to the bedroom and leaves it there, whilst grabbing a kit of toys from under the bed. After rejoining her in the bathroom, he starts off by pouring massage lube over her back with some warm water to dilute it down. He then spends a good long while rubbing down her back, her legs, her feet, her bottom-cheeks, and her arms. After she has recovered from her earlier excitement and is back in to the upswing of lust. He pours the undiluted lubricant down between her butt cheeks, opens them wide, and puts the tip of the first toy at the entrance to her rear hole. With steady pressure, it doesn't take long for most of its length to be inserted. However it has stopped at her inner sphincter. "Push against it babe, and it'll go." She gave an internal push, and the head slips in further, allowing her to divine which toy he has used on her. The large ball she feels pushing at her rectum tells her it is the kinky rubber dog-shaped toy he has used on her previously. He pulls the toy in and out of her several times, getting more and more of the lump in to her each time while also rubbing her clit and pussy. After he has her pushing the whole toy in and out of her, it disappearing totally in to her gaping bottom and her pushing it out again with her internal muscles several times, he moves on to the next toy. This time it is a large butt plug, slathered in jelly which is pushed and pulled in and out of her a several dozen times until it is firmly lodged past her ring, with just the base protruding. He takes the opportunity to spank her hard, raising large reddish-pink areas on her backside, hitting the plug base as well several times over, giving her thrills of pleasure. The exquisite sensation of him pulling out the toy is not lost on her. This goes on for almost a whole hour with ever-bigger toys, stretching her wider and deeper, giving her anal passage the same treatment she previously received to her pussy. Before their bathroom time is up, he ends up with one hand buried in her pussy, and one in her ass, stretching her to her limits but giving her so much continuous pleasure that she is in a mental fog, drooling with lack of awareness. His final removal of his hands leaves her feeling empty and disappointed. "It's time to get more acquainted with our sexbot." She barely hears or understands his words, other than the possibility of more intense pleasure so at his urging, she staggers to her feet and is guided to the bedroom. There she is made once again to kneel, this time on the bed, whilst the sexbot goes behind her and starts to fuck her ass, giving her the relief she needs. He stands in front of her, and she starts off giving him a massive blowjob which before long descends in to a hard, rapid throat fuck with her being pounded from both ends, feeling as if the two dicks in her were impaling her and meeting in her middle. The experiences did not end there. They tried all sorts of positions: with her sitting with the robot's extended penis in her ass, and the man fucking her pussy; both of them in between her lower lips at the same time; with her sucking the rubber man's protrusion while the man fucks her pussy. Before long they are left in a heap of sexual exhaustion after several giant orgasms, the sex robot having been banished in to the spare room to let them enjoy each other's company.