0 comments/ 6535 views/ 0 favorites The Secret Place By: EroticRomanticMan There is a secret place not far from where I type this story. It is a small island with one side facing the ocean and the other facing shore. It is rocky and boaters find it difficult to get ashore. There are lots of other islands with sandy beaches and good places for making landfall in the area. This one has a good anchorage on the lee side but it has a rocky shore with a fairly difficult walk to the ocean side. Nobody ever goes there. I found it while exploring by myself and I thought it would be a wonderful place to bring a secret lover. After anchoring the boat just offshore we hold hands and walk through the lush green forest. We pause to steal a kiss under a 100-year-old hemlock tree. I push my body against you feeling your soft beautiful breasts push against me as our lips meet. I run my hands through your hair as I enjoy the taste of you. I move my hands around you so I can hold you tight. You can feel the rough bark of the tree on your back and my hard body pushing from the front. You sense my arousal. Our heads twist back and forth as our lips connect. I feel your tongue slip into my mouth and I open my mouth to accept your offering. I push your tongue out of my mouth so I can put mine deep into yours. "You taste so sweet" escapes my lips. You feel wonderful in my arms and I want you. I have a powerful sexual aching in my groin so I break off our kiss and say, "Come on, I know a beautiful little secret spot. If we don't get moving I will take you right here under this tree." Our hands intertwine again and we climb over fallen trees and avoid the spine covered Devil Clubs growing from the forest floor. Now and then I stop to feed you some swollen red huckleberries. You enjoy the sweet tart taste and my sweet kisses between berries. The berries make you wonderful to kiss. After a little while we can see the ocean through breaks in the trees and can hear the surf breaking gently on the rocks. We climb along the side of a small bay to a point. After scrambling over some slippery boulders we come upon a rock outcropping and small rock cliff overlooking the ocean. The swells crash and surge on the rocks below making a wonderful exotic sound. A small fault in the solid rock forms a hidden space about 15 feet wide running parallel to the shore. The ocean is only about 25 feet away and about 20 feet below. A soft bed of moss grows naturally on the ground and the branches of the huge conifers form a beautiful canopy above. The afternoon sun streams in warming the area and the rocks protect us from the ocean breezes. The black igneous rock collects and radiates the warmth of the sun. Sea Otters and Harbor Seals play in the surf and we can hear their faint cries. Ocean birds soar and glide overhead sometimes diving into the ocean. Not a single human is around except you and I. It seems that we are in our own private world. We lie down in this secret spot next to each other and resume our kissing. Tongues find mouths and lips push and grind together with a powerful urgency. The moss forms a warm soft cushion. Our arms are around each other and the sun warms our bodies. We don't say a word. I push you to your back and use my mouth to release your blouse one button at a time. When you open your eyes you can see blue sky filtering through the branches above. I push your blouse open to look at your sexy body with your breasts still hiding behind the lacy cups of your bra. I can just make out your nipples and dark areolas through the flimsy fabric. Luckily for me the clasp is in the front. My fingers are shaking slightly with the excitement of seeing your body for the first time as I reach for the plastic clips holding your bra together. I unhook them and your breasts spill forth. Your beautiful hair and smooth skin creates an exotic creature spread out before me. "You are so beautiful," I whisper over the crash of the surf and the calls of the seabirds. Beams of sunlight play over your partly naked body as I bend down to take your breast in my mouth. I can feel your nipple form into a pebble in my mouth becoming long and firm between my lips. A moan escapes you. Your hands hold my head against your chest and your eyes are closed. I suck in and swirl my tongue around and around. With each pass it bumps over your nipple. I can taste a little bit of salt left over from the exertions of our walk across the island. The sound of ocean swells, the smell of your body and taste of you fills my head with wonderful sensations. One of your hands leaves my head and slips down between our bodies to caress the bulge in my walking shorts. Then I feel your hand slide under the edge of my shorts and you can feel the head of my circumcised cock straining to be free of its tight confines. I could do this forever but I feel a longing for a greater connection. I kiss my way down from your sweet breasts across the softness of your belly to your short pants. I find the button and unzip the fly. You arch up to help me get them off signaling your need for more. I slip them over the swell of your bottom and toss them aside. My hands roam the newly exposed flesh. I move them down the outsides of your legs and up to the soft skin of your inner legs. I rub the soft mound of hair and flesh filling the front of your panties and my hand comes away with a feeling of wetness. "My gosh you are soaking" I say as I slip my fingers into the side of your panties. I stroke the surface of your pussy with the back of my hand under the thin damp cloth. I decide that I want you totally and completely naked. I slip my fingers into the elastic of your panties and move them down and toward the ends of your legs. You can feel the warm ocean air gently blow on your bare skin. The warmth of the sun and the radiant energy of the rock make you feel alive and very excited. You reach down and grasp the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head. Your hands move all over my back and up and down the sides of my body while we kiss again. Your hands move over my chest feeling the small amount of hair growing between my pectoral muscles. I get on my knees between your legs and you sit up and reach down to the snap on the front of my shorts. You release it and zip down my zipper. My circumcised penis pushes out of the opening still enclosed in my briefs. You caress it through the thin fabric and can see and feel the wetness. My body has been oozing lubrication in anticipation of pushing into you. You grasp the elastic band of my briefs and pull them down moving my shorts along with them. I wiggle the clothes under my knees and am now totally naked along with you. I can feel the sun warm my body and feel the gentle breeze caress my naked skin. I sit down and pull your body onto my lap. I feel the heat of the skin of your thighs on the outsides of my hips. Our bodies press together, breasts to breasts, lips to lips, belly to belly, heart to heart and soul to soul. Nothing else matters in the world. I grind my pelvis against you feeling your wet outer lips moving over my hard prick. I want, no, I need to taste you. I push you back onto the moss and move around next to you. I reach down and spread your legs. What a gorgeous sight to see a naked woman totally ready for me. "I want you," I groan with anticipation as I put my head down between your legs to taste your wet pussy. You let out a low moan and curl your body around to try to get your mouth on my penis. I lay down beside you and you roll on top of me. Your mouth centers on my erect member and you suck it deep inside. My mouth finds your cunt and you press it down on my face. I reach my hands up to surround your hips pulling down so my tongue can push as far as possible up into your sexual canal. Meanwhile your mouth has moved to the head of my cock and your tongue swirls around the soft sensitive skin. I can taste the sweet musky flavor of your juices as they coat my face. You can taste the salty clear pre-cum flowing from my cock. We can no longer hear the crash and surge of the ocean, feel the ocean breeze, see the birds or hear the animals. We are totally centered on each other and the pleasures we feel. Your mouth comes off of my prick with a small pop. You sit up and enjoy my mouth on your pussy. I lap up and down the slit of your pussy. Once in a while I arch up and flick at your clitoris. I even lick down lower finding the smooth skin almost to your anus before moving back to your smooth labia. I gently take your vaginal lips in my teeth to pull and caress. I pull you down so I can swirl my tongue around and around your clitoris. After this has gone on for a while you say "I have to have your cock deep inside of me NOW". You roll off of me and lay back. I quickly move between your legs and rub my hard cock up and down your slippery slit. It finds your wet tunnel and moves all the way inside. It is almost like it is being pulled inside by a magical power. I fuck up and down on you. I lean forward to kiss you and put some pressure on your clit with my pubic bone. I move in and out of you with long firm strokes. I keep moving in and out enjoying the touch of your skin the wet grip of your cunt holding my cock tight. After a long time I feel my orgasm growing from deep inside of me. I feel a few small contractions from you. This triggers the first of many long deep spurts of cum deep into your pussy. You cum just after me and arch up to me. "Oh God" you say "don't let this stop". Our orgasms seem to last forever crashing over us like huge waves breaking on a rocky shore. As they recede we again notice the crash of the waves and the sound of the animals. I hold you for a long time. The Secret Place It had been such a long week. They had been promising each other that they would get together again for weeks. It just seemed to never work out. Their schedules had clashed at every turn. And it looked like this weekend wasn’t going to work out as well. Something was going to have to give way or she was going to go crazy with need for him. The temperatures this week hadn’t helped either. The days had been sweltering and the nights weren’t much better. If she were going to be dripping, she’d much prefer it to have something to do with the extra workout she could be having from making love to him. At least that would be worth all the sweating. But instead she had woken up each morning with the sheets sticking to her, needing a shower before she could even think about getting dressed. It was fortunate that she never wore anything to sleep in. By morning it would have been drenched as well. Today promised to be just as hot as the rest of the week had been, with no relief in sight. At least she only had to work half of it. She’d put in enough extra time this week to allow her to take the afternoon off. There were a few things she needed to pick up on her way home and then she planned to just relax the rest of the day. Anything to get some respite from the heat. At least her apartment would be cool. Her electric bill was probably going to be outrageous, but she was determined to at least be cool in her own home. She finished up the last of her work and then made her way to the car. The errands didn’t take long and she soon found herself nearing her apartment building. Just as she was driving into her parking space, she saw her neighbor coming out of the building. He didn’t look very happy. The heat must be getting to him as well, she thought. She opened her window to speak to him and was greeted with a look of exasperation. “Don’t even think about getting out of your car!” He called out to her. “You don’t want to set foot out of the cool you have in there.” “But, Steve, I’ll just be a few minutes until I can be inside. It’s cool in my place. I make sure of that!” she told him. “Well, you might try to keep it cool, but there’s nothing you can do if the system fails. And that’s what happened today. The landlord said something about overload. Too many people trying to keep it too cool. So the whole thing just shut down. There’s been no air since early this morning. He said it should be fixed by tonight though.” He ran his fingers through his wet hair. It was obvious that he had spent his day in anything but a cool apartment. That’s just great, she thought. An entire afternoon to herself and nothing but a sweltering apartment to come home to. She couldn’t stand the idea of sitting in the heat inside. And not even the thought of trying to endure the heat out in the pool would help. The temperatures lately had rendered the pool water almost unbearable as well. So now what? “Thanks, Steve, for the warning. I think I’ll just find myself somewhere else to spend the rest of my day then. I hope you manage to find someplace cool as well.” She put her window up, hoping her car air conditioning would catch up again and cool her off once more. Now she had to think. Where could she go for the rest of the day? Shopping was not the answer. And just sitting at a coffee shop was not appealing either. There had to be something! That’s when the thought hit her. The perfect place to spend the afternoon. She hadn’t been there since…hmmmm…since last spring, when he had surprised her that beautiful afternoon in May. He had picked her up early for their date. All he would tell her was to bring a blanket and a towel. She had been extremely curious about where he was taking her. When they got near their destination, he had told her to close her eyes and not open them until he told her she could. That made her all the more curious! They finally pulled to a stop and he led her out of the car. They walked a short distance and then he positioned her in a particular direction. Then he told her she could open her eyes. There before her was the most magnificent sight she had ever seen. They were standing next to a small lake that was surrounded on three sides by huge boulders and trees. It was fed by a beautiful waterfall that fell smoothly over the rocks. The water was a deep azure blue and the water droplets that splashed up below the falls twinkled in the sunlight. Wildflowers grew all along the banks of the lake. Their fragrance was soft and their colors reflected in the water. She could not believe there could be such a perfect place such a short distance from the turmoil of the city. They had spent the afternoon there, just enjoying the sound of the rushing water and the soft smells. He had also made such sweet, passionate love to her there by the bank of the lake. The soft spring grass was the perfect bedding for their lovemaking. She could not remember a more beautiful day spent anywhere else in her life. So now that was where she decided she would go. Perhaps there would be a breeze across the lake and, with the shelter of the rocks and trees, it was bound to be much cooler there, even at this point in the summer. It was strange, but she seemed headed in that direction even before she remembered it existed. It must have been there in her memory all along. She found herself smiling at the thought of being there again. She only wished he could be there to share the afternoon with her. As she drove around the last curve, she realized she was holding her breath. It was as though she was worried it might not be there. That it had all been something she had dreamt. But in the very next moment she expelled the air she had been holding inside her as her eyes beheld what she had been looking for. If possible it was even more breathtaking than before. It was greener now, and the flowers had taken over everywhere. The trees had their full complement of leaves now and there was a breeze rustling them slightly. The only thing that could have made it a more idyllic spot would have been a huge white swan floating across the surface of the lake. She stopped the car and reached into the back for the blanket she always carried, just in case it was needed. She also grabbed the book she had in her bag. Might as well take the opportunity to read some of it. Normally she never took the time to read even though she loved to do so. There were always too many other things to get done. But today all of that was pushed aside. This was going to be her afternoon. To do just what she wanted. As she walked toward the water’s edge, she dropped her things next to a tree. Slipping off her shoes along the way, she felt the coolness of the grass on her bare feet. When she reached the water she stuck her toes in to check the temperature. She was amazed at how good it felt. She stepped in a little further. After the heat of the city, this was heaven. Looking around, she realized she was totally secluded from the outside world. He had told her very few people even knew this place existed. That was enough for her at that moment. She walked back over to where she had dropped her things and began to slip out of her clothes. Her blouse had been sticking to her back from the heat. The only thing she could think of right then was how good it was going to feel to let the water slide over her skin and cool her down. Once she dropped the last of her clothing, she looked around once more, feeling just a bit unsure. But the coolness of the water beckoned her on, and she slowly began to walk into the water. Heaven. That was all she could think of. It was so wonderful to feel the cool water easing away the heat. She moved slowly, not wanting to rush the process, allowing the water to very slowly move around her body. It was very sensuous. Almost like a lover caressing her skin. She found herself moving her hands along her body. Allowing her own hands to become the hands of her lover, stroking her breasts. Lightly pinching her nipples. One hand moving downward to find that one place that warmed even more with her touch. She slowed her progress into the water as it reached her thighs. Her thoughts had taken her to the point that she felt she had to seek a release. As she continued to caress her breasts with one hand, the fingers of her other hand slipped inside her. She moaned as they began to move in and out. In her mind, it was her lover making such sweet love to her, not her own fingers. She began to remember the time before when they were here. He had been so gentle with her and had brought her to such an exquisite climax. And now he was doing it all over again. She could feel her muscles begin to shudder and then, like an explosion, she was swept along with the passion that rushed through her body. Her whole body shook from the power of this orgasm. She couldn’t believe how strong it was. Never had she experienced anything quite that forceful. As her body calmed a little, she bent over to put her hands into the water, bringing them up and allowing the water to flow down across her breasts. The coolness made her nipples harden even more. She started to move deeper into the water, when she heard a slight noise from behind her. Startled, she turned her head in the direction of the bank. What she saw brought an intake of breath and a smile to her lips. Hardly believing her eyes, she blinked once and looked once again. But he still was there. How had he managed to be here…now...and how had he gotten there without her having heard his approach? As she started to move toward him, she heard him call out, “Stop! Don’t move!” She didn’t understand what he wanted. She just wanted to go to him. To assure herself that he really was there. But he continued to hold out his hand, motioning her to stay where she was. “I just want to hold that image for a little longer,” he told her. “You are the most incredible sight I’ve ever seen in my life.” He stood on the bank just looking at her. The afternoon sun was glinting off the water and seemed to give a glow all around her. “I want you to turn around and face the other direction. Don’t turn back around and don’t react to any sounds you might hear. Just stay like that for a few minutes,” he told her. The words seemed to come out haltingly, as though he had difficulty getting them out. She knew what he wanted and decided to give him a good show. She turned around and moved just a little deeper into the water. As she moved, she seductively let her hands move back to her hips and stroked her buns slowly up and down. The water was just to the top of her thighs and she dropped her fingertips down and swirled the water, sending ripples all around her body. He watched her for a few moments and then started ripping his clothes off as fast as possible. But as he entered the water, he made sure to make no sound. The need to be next to her was growing with every step. Just as she thought she could stand it no longer and started to turn, she felt his hands on her shoulders. She only jumped slightly. The feel of his soft hands was exquisite. He moved her hair aside and kissed her neck, “I always wanted to make love to a beautiful mermaid, and here you are.” She moaned softly as his left hand moved around to caress her breast and the other dropped down to her stomach. He pulled her close to his body. The feel of his body next to hers took her breath away. She still couldn’t believe he was actually there. He slowly turned her around, placing his fingers under her chin, tipping her face up to his. He kissed her softly, tasting her lips, then letting his tongue gently push between them. She moaned again as his tongue swept into her mouth. His arms wrapped around her as the kiss grew more intense. He loved the taste of her and wanted more. She managed to slip her arms up and around his neck. This brought her breasts in full contact with his chest. She moved her body slightly from side-to-side, letting her hardened nipples brush against him. His sharp intake of breath told her it had excited him even more. He began to move them into deeper water and the buoyancy of the water allowed him to easily lift her up. Her legs wrapped around him and he supported her with his hands on her buns, massaging them gently. He lifted her just a bit higher and then let her slide down onto him. The warmth of her as she surrounded him made him gasp. She threw her head back and moaned as he started to move in and out of her. He kissed her neck and groaned as he pulled back again. “As good as this is, I think I want more. I want to be able to feel more of you and have you able to respond more to me.” The need that she saw in his eyes was intense and she knew it only mirrored her own needs at the moment. “Let’s find out if the grass is as soft as it was last time. I have a blanket. I’m sure it will be perfect.” As she said the words, he kissed her mouth once more and then allowed her to slide back down until she was standing. She moved ahead of him slightly and as they moved farther out of the water he watched as her hips appeared at the surface of the water. She slowed her walk and let her hands caress her buns just a bit and looked back at him. She watched his tongue lick his lips as he saw what she was doing. Just as he started to reach out to pull her back to him again, she laughed and pulled away, running toward the bank. He ran after her, overtaking her quickly, and grabbed her arms. They slipped down to the ground and he pulled her down on top of him. “You are a little devil! You knew exactly what that was going to do to me!” He laughed and kissed her neck. His hands began to roam down her body until they found what they wanted. He squeezed her buns with each hand, massaging them slowly. He kissed her mouth firmly and then rolled her over onto her back. Looking down into her eyes, he smiled. “I would love to give you a massage that you would never forget. However, you have me needing you so badly I can think of nothing more than being inside you again.” With that he raised his hips and placed his cock just at her entrance. Her legs opened more and he once again slowly slid inside her. Her heat was exquisite as it enveloped him. Their moans mingled as she felt him begin to move in and out of her. Her need for him was just as strong and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. The feel of him thrusting into her was better than she ever experienced before. She heard someone cry out, then realized it was herself; the feelings were so intense she could not hold back her gasps. Then she felt her body building up to that point of release. She almost wanted to will it to hold back, to lengthen the time of anticipation, but she knew it was impossible. She cried out to him, “Now, my darlin’, now!” He had known she was at the peak. Her muscles had tightened so around him he thought she would never release him. It was sending him over the edge as well. When he heard her cry out he thought he had hurt her, but then realized it was a cry of shear pleasure. Just as she cried out “Now” he felt his own release building up. He thrust his hips harder against her and they both exploded in a climax that left them both gasping for breath. She pulled him down on top of her, not wanting to let the moment pass too quickly. They lay there wrapped in each other’s arms. Kissing him tenderly, she looked into his eyes, seeing such a look of love that her own eyes filled with tears. He had managed to come to her and fulfill every dream she could ever have. There could never be anything better than what they had shared today in this place. “I still don’t understand something. How did you manage to come here today? How did you know I was here? No one knew I was coming, not even me until I was almost here!” Her eyes now were wide with wonder. He smiled, “That’s the strangest thing. I was trying to get some work done and I kept having this memory of this place pop into my head. No matter how hard I tried to put it aside, it kept tugging at my mind. I finally realized I wasn’t going to be able to accomplish anymore work, so I just hopped in my car and drove out here.” He grinned at her again, “I guess you were calling out to me, my dear.” She loved the thought that she could have such an effect on him and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. She started to get up, but he pulled her back to him. This time the kiss was not on the cheek, nor as tender. When he finally let go of her mouth, he whispered, “Next time will be even better!” The Secret Place Kaye had always been the kind of girl who was eager to impress her friends. At 15, she hadn't cared that she was a bit too chunky until she overheard a friend of hers (a high school senior no less) refer to her as having a tank ass; she started to exercise. At 18, another friend had said she wouldn't have the guts to go into a local sex shop and come out with something--that was how Kaye had ended up with her lovely vibrator. And now, as a tall, fit 21-year-old, she had said something in front of her college roommate April and was regretting it. Sharing the small dorm room, Kaye and April had always gotten along well, even though April, being a city girl, was much more worldly. The previous night, April had made a passing reference to anal sex, and Kaye responded to her. "Yikes... that can't even be fun," Kaye said with bold certainty. April paused and smiled. "You never know until you try anal." Kaye immediately blushed, realizing that she had put her foot into her mouth. Nonetheless, she was stubborn, and not entirely sure that she was wrong. "Oh? Well, I haven't tried... it. Can you say you have?" April grinned and Kaye knew she was caught. "I won't dare say how long I've been trying it, having it, and enjoying it. And for the record, it IS fun. It's different, and really really fun." It was this conversation that Kaye had rolling around in her head as she sat alone in the dorm room on a Wednesday night. April was out on a date and wouldn't be home until much later. Could the city girl really be right? Kaye stood, looking at herself in the full-length mirror. Her light red hair was pulled up, and her pale skin was contrasted by her dark, rectangular glasses. She was dressed to relax: deep blue track pants, a baby blue tank top, while still retaining a look of respectability. She had always been the good girl, the total opposite of her trouble-making younger brother. But now she was having second thoughts. She pulled off her tank top and track pants and looked at herself again. She was wearing a white satin bra that held her 32C breasts wonderfully, and matching bikini panties. She smiled at herself in the mirror--of course she was wearing white underwear. She was the good girl. Her smiled faded as she noticed the peaks of her hard nipples pushing through the bra and realized they were connected to the raw, carnal feeling deep inside of herself. Kaye took her vibrator out of her desk and looked at it. All the other times she had used her vibrator, it looked perfect. It was seven inches long and a funny, watermelon-rind type of green. While it was no replacement of a guy's cock, it filled her up nicely nonetheless. Now, she was wondering if it might be too big. How could something like it fit... back there? She locked the door and decided. In a second, she had reached back and undid her bra, and had pushed her panties to the floor. Long gone was the chunky girl of her early teens, replaced by a woman that worked hard to keep her fit, tight body. She liked how she looked naked except for her dark, square glasses, especially now. Her light pink nipples were very hard indeed, and she could see that her pussy, which she religiously shaved every night (and had done so just hours before) was moist with anticipation. Alright, she decided, it was worth a try. But properly, and carefully. She thought for a moment, then went to April's dresser. In the back of the top drawer, Kaye found the box of condoms. She took one out and pushed her vibrator through it, figuring that the bit of lubrication from the condom would help. But would it be enough? She glanced at herself in the mirror, and saw her naked beauty... and saw herself holding the latex-covered vibrator, which looked obscene. She averted her eyes and blushed with embaressment. She went over to her desk, taking out a small container of vaseline and dabbing some into her fingers. She took her two fingers and watched as she rubbed them over the tip of the vibrator. As she rubbed back and forth, she again wondered if something so big could really fit into her and if it would hurt. She paused a moment, considering for the first time that it might truly be painful. Well, she told herself, it's best to always be extra prepared. Kaye put the vibrator down on her desk. She then put her hands behind herself. With one hand, she pulled at one cheek of her butt; with the other hand, the one that had vaseline on it, she gingerly moved her slick fingers toward her asshole. It surprised her that when her fingers touched the spot; it was a pleasant feeling. The vaseline had been warmed by her hand and it allowed for her fingers to push and prod over her hole easily. Her confidence was restored--at least, she knew the vibrator would go in easily. But would it hurt from there? She picked up the vibrator, knowing it was time to find out. She stood again in front of the mirror. This time, she hardly cared about the sight of the horny girl, with eyelids heavy from arousal and peering through the smart looking glasses, hard, pink nipples, an even more moist crotch, and slick hands holding a smutty, greasy vibrator. Glancing one more time to make sure the door was locked, she pulled her hands to her back, tugged at one of her cheeks, and bent over a bit, ready for whatever was to come next. The 21-year-old beauty felt the tip of the vibrator pushing at her hole and liked the invasive, probing feeling. She took a breath and pushed, being sure to have her whole body relaxed. She let out a groan of pain as the tip pushed into her, stretching the muscle unnaturally wide. Then it was inside, her body accepted the pain--and Kaye let out a guttural, throaty sigh, for she enjoyed this feeling of being filled up in a brand new place. She slightly moved the vibrator in and out, not enough for it to come out of her, but enough for it to work herself in. It was a new feeling to her, since it wasn't the pure pleasure of having a nice big cock enter her moist, shaved pussy. This was different. It felt more salacious, more dirty, more like she was an animal. She felt like the bright, chipper, intelligent college student was disappearing, being replaced by a dirty whore who loved being taken where it was most forbidden and most wrong. She also felt like taking more inside herself. Judging that she had about two inches inside her ass already, Kaye wondered how much more she could take; surely only a few more inches. She bent herself over more, wishing that this could somehow be done comfortably with her on all fours. It is possible, she thought with a tingle of excitement, if a guy were to do it to her. But for the time being, it was only possible with her standing. She pushed more in, surprised at how easily the slick toy moved up her. She went up and down again, this time with broader movements. She put her head down, wisps of red hair falling in her eyes. It felt so slutty and so good. She pushed up and was surprised when suddenly the fingers holding the vibrator touched the cheeks of her ass. Did she really have most of the seven inches inside of her? The answer was yes. She smiled, proud of herself, proud that she had done something that she didn't think was possible. She moved her hand away for a moment. The vibrator stayed where it was, then slowly started to move out; the pressure from her body meant that it wouldn't become stuck, she realized in relief. Realizing how safe things where, she realized something else: she wanted the whole thing fully inside her ass. Kaye looked around and knew what to do. April's computer chair would be perfect to sit on. Kaye absentmindedly threw a towel down and slowly lowered herself onto the chair. It took two hands on the arms, because Kaye was afraid to sit too quickly in the wrong position. Then it was done, and she was leaning back in the chair, with the vibrator slowly starting to move out again. Kaye gingerly sat forward, her hands shaking from pleasure and pain as her body pressured the whole vibe back in again. It was a wonderful feeling. She pushed the hair out of her eyes with one hand, while the other snaked down her body. Her clit was hot, wet, and throbbing as she touched it, and she knew it wouldn't take long for her to cum. But she wanted this to be unlike anything else. She moved her hand lower and sat back. She grasped the bottom of the vibrator, where twisting the bottom would turn it on. It wasn't easy, with her wet hand and the oily vibrator, but suddenly there was a slow throbbing in the entire seven inches of the vibrator, pulsing inside her ass. Her finger returned to her clit, moving back and forth, faster and faster. She was so wet, so horny, so much of a slut now... her finger danced over her wet tip, and she repeated it to herself: so much of a slut now. With that, her body shook in pleasure and a loud groan escaped despite gritted teeth trying to prevent any noise. She bucked back and forth, her voice whimpering from the pleasure and the pain of the vibrator in her ass. Kaye sat there for the better part of two minutes, feeling her orgasm wash over herself and slowly, ever so slowly, fade away while the vibrator kept trembling inside of this new place. Then the pleasure was gone and she reached down, turning it off. She stood carefully, and felt ashamed--and when the slowly pulled the warm vibrator out of her ass, she also felt used, somehow. She pulled the condom off, wrapping it in too many tissues so it wouldn't be found in the garbage. Unsure of what to do with the vibrator itself, she wiped it on her leg and put it back in her desk. She wasn't sure what had just happened; she was truly surprised at herself. She saw her clothes on her bed, across the room, and started to walk towards them. She felt that she needed to clothed, less naked, less sexual. But something caught her eye. She again looked at herself in the mirror, and saw her wonderful, slightly sweaty, very naked body. The girl in the reflection didn't look slutty; she looked happy. Kaye stared at herself for a moment and realized that it was her anal experience was a secret. She smiled, admitting to herself how good it felt. At the bottom of the mirror was an unused footstool; she took at and placed it a few feet from the mirror. She sat on it, her legs spread wide. She enjoyed looking at her naked body, eyeing herself as a new, sexual creature. Kaye pushed her hand towards her pussy again, wanting very much to cum again after this night of revelations. The Secret Place I have this room in my basement that doesn't get used very often. It is a fourth bedroom in my house, and as such it contains a bed, a desk, a light, a couple electrical outlets etc. I guess you could call it a "guest room". Mostly we use our guest room as kind of a store room. It's where we store stuff that has no place in our day to day lives, but has value or may become important enough to use eventually. I only occasionally go in there when I need something, otherwise I leave it largely alone. Earlier this fall, I made plans to host my cousin for Christmas - she was going to come out on Christmas Eve and stay for a couple days. As Christmas approached we got the house cleaned up. My husband tackled the upstairs, the kids tidied their rooms and I worked on the main floor. One of the other tasks I had assigned to myself was to prepare the guest room for my cousin. I went into the room expecting to see a huge mess, and was pleasantly surprised to see it was tidy. It had been roughly 5 months since I'd been in here, but the room was in better shape than I expected: items were stored neatly on the shelves, no toys littering the floor, and no layers of dust or cobwebs. Even the bed was made! It struck me as a bit odd that this room was tidier than our bedroom, but I didn't dwell on it. I figured that it's been a long time since I've been in here and maybe my hubby cleaned it for me at some point. Since I'm the one who does laundry, I know it's been almost a year since the sheets in here were cleaned (I had done them after my cousin's last Christmas visit) so I started stripping the bed. That's when I found the evidence. The sheets smelled a bit funky, like stale sex fluids, and I noticed semen stains, and even a bit of blood. I hadn't bled on these sheets, and my husband and I had not had sex down here in ages (not since the kids were really little). These stains had to have gotten there after last January! My brain was spinning and my blood was boiling as I started looking around the room for... What exactly I wasn't sure. Something. Anything. All I knew is that I needed to find something to fling in my husband's face. The housework was forgotten. I knew the truth now (or thought I did) and I wanted to nail the bastard. That's when I found our old nanny cam tucked away on one of the shelves, in amongst assorted computer peripherals. It was running (I could see the red light blinking) and it was pointed at the bed. I removed it from its hiding place and traced its cable up and over the shelf, down the floor and around to the controller box that was sitting on the top shelf of the closet. I remember buying this several years ago when the kids were younger so that we could monitor any babysitters we hired to look after the kids. I had helped him hook it up at the time, so I had no trouble in powering it down and removing the External hard drive it recorded onto. I made my way upstairs in a daze. The hubby was out Christmas shopping with the kids and would be gone for a couple more hours still. I grabbed the laptop and retreated to our room, closing the door behind me. I turned on the laptop and inserted the USB cable into the hard drive. I browsed the card and found 6 movie files ranging in size including one from today and one from last Tuesday and a couple from last month. I opened the one from today and watched the video in on the computer's media player. It was a little under 2 hours long and nothing was happening on the screen: the bed was in view but other than that nothing was happening. I skipped ahead to near the end and suddenly, there I was cleaning the room. I realized that my husband had set this up this morning before he went shopping, so of course there would be nothing on here. I went back to explorer and clicked on the much larger file from last Tuesday. Again I was treated to the sight of the bed in our guest room. Suddenly my husband was in frame, tidying up a few toys and straightening the sheets. Then he left. I skipped the video ahead 3 hours and was treated to the same boring sight of the bed. I was beginning to think that there was nothing to it - just my imagination. For the hell of it, I skipped ahead another couple hours and my heart sank. There was Phil fucking some woman from behind! I backed up the video about 20 minutes - again it was Phil sitting on the bed with the woman, still fully clothed. His hand was stroking her thigh. I couldn't see who she was due to the angle of the camera and her body position. I was furious. I wanted to find out who this slut was who dared to fuck my husband in my house! I backed up the video another 15 minutes. The room was empty. Ahead 2 minutes. Ahh there we go. I could see Phil's foot in the corner. He was advancing towards the bed. He was still clothed from work (he is a librarian). She walked into frame but her face wasn't visible yet. There was no sound on the recording, but it seemed obvious that Phil was giving her a tour as he pointed something out on the shelf. Phil sat down on the bed and a moment later, patted the seat beside him. She hesitated, then joined him on the bed and I got my first good look at her. My god, she was a teenager! If she had seen more than 19 birthdays I would have eaten my hat. She looked young, nervous and vulnerable. But she was gorgeous! She was tall and skinny, with long dirty blonde hair that was pulled into a loose ponytail. She was wearing a thigh-length skirt, knee-highs, a loose sweater and glasses. The backpack completed the schoolgirl look. She sat beside my husband, shooting him glances occasionally as he was speaking, but mostly she stared at her hands, folded tightly in her lap. I don't know what he was saying, but I could see him gesturing and looking stern. Then he put his hand on her thigh. She sat rigidly and he began to stroke it. I was horrified because I knew what was going to happen, but I was also somewhat aroused by what I was witnessing. I watched as my husband moved closer to her on the bed. He continued to stroke her thigh and he seemed to be cajoling her. She shook her head. He persisted. She shook her head again, more weakly this time. It didn't look like he was pleading or begging: it seemed more like he was making suggestions and giving orders, all the while continuing to caress her thigh. He stood up then, and I was a little shocked to see the front of his slacks tented out in front. Phil had a nice cock - that was part of why I married him. It was about 6 inches and thick. Right now it looked like it was trying to escape the front of his slacks. He must have suggested to the girl to touch it. Again she shook her head, although there wasn't much defiance in it. Phil commanded and made a strong gesture this time. Hesitantly she reached out and touched his hard cock through his pants. She rubbed him for a few more moments, seeming to overcome her initial fear. Shockingly, I realized my own desire: my pussy was becoming moist as I watched my husband dominate and seduce this young girl. Even though I knew it was wrong and I was still quite angry, I couldn't look away from the sexy scene playing out on my computer screen. Now Phil had the girl standing again and was helping her remove her shirt. Her firm breasts appeared, still restrained by the bra. I could tell they were nice and round and looked to be about 34B. She crossed her arms to cover up, but Phil separated them and instead began to touch them. He squeezed first one, then the other. Soon he was kneading her firm titties and I could see that she was enjoying his ministrations. Phil removed the girl's bra and her breasts spilled out. Her areola were perfectly proportioned, dark pink and topped by pointy hard nipples. Phil leaned in and took one deep into his mouth. I always enjoyed the way he did this to me, and the girl apparently felt the same. I began to touch and tweak my own breasts as I watched my husband fondle and ravish the girl on the screen. Her earlier hesitation and fear had vanished - she now had her arms wrapped around his head as he sucked her titties. He even brought his lips to hers and kissed her, long and deep. After the kiss broke, Phil knelt down and peeled off the girl's skirt. He reached up and began to rub her mound through her white cotton panties. She threw her head back and moaned as he caressed and massaged her pubic area. My own pussy, now dripping wet, was aching to be touched. I slid a hand inside my pants and rubbed my wet cunt through my panties while I watched my husband do the same thing to the girl. I imagined she was me and that a dirty old perv was touching me (maybe for the first time). This nasty thought really got my motor running. My husband pushed aside her panties and made contact with her bare pussy. I did the same. He encouraged her to sit on his lap. She sat down on his leg, her back to him. She was now facing the camera and I watched as Phil spread her legs and began to diddle her. I mimicked his movements on my own wet slit. He held her lips apart and gently flicked her little clitty with his forefinger, which caused her to jump a bit. She relaxed and leaned back against him, spreading her legs even wider to grant him better access. He continued to manipulate her clit, while squeezing one of her tits with his free hand and licking and sucking on her neck. I began tweaking my own clit and massaging one of my heavy round tits with the other. Soon he was finger-banging her with one hand while the other was vigorously diddling her, and it was obvious that she loved it. I jammed two fingers in and out of my own hungry cunt. Suddenly my husband removed his fingers from her hot box and brought the sticky digits up to her mouth. She hesitated at first but he insisted, and soon she was sucking and licking her own cuntal juices from my husband's fingers. I brought my own fingers up to my mouth and licked them clean (I love the smell and taste of my own pussy juice too). Now Phil stood up and forced her onto her knees. His hardon made an obscene bulge in the front of his pants. He commanded her to whip out his prick, which she did trepidatiously. I could see the expression of shock, awe and fear on her face as my husband's cock bobbed in front of her pretty teen face. He bent down, took her hand and placed it on his throbbing member. He must have been explaining to her how to handle it. I suffered a momentary pang of jealousy as I remember Phil telling me that I gave the best handjobs and blowjobs he'd ever received. I continued masturbating as I watched this young girl jerk his cock. He moved it towards her face. I gasped and came as I saw her take the cock head between her lips. Phil slid it in slowly until he was about halfway in, then he withdrew it to the edge of the crown, then slid it back in. He grabbed the sides of her head and slowly began fucking her face. I had another orgasm when I noticed her playing with her pussy again (I do the same thing when I'm blowing him too). After a few moments of her fumbling around, trying to blow him he pushed her face off his cock and ordered her to get on all fours on the bed. She did as she was told and climbed on the bed and assumed the position, ass high in the air and her face in the camera frame. I watched her expression, lust, fear and excitement mingling on her pretty face. Phil climbed up behind her, and a moment later her face changed to a mask of pain. Oh my god; Phil just took this girl's virginity! Phil pumped his cock in and out of her a few times, then she started to relax, and the pain disappeared from her face. At this point, Phil picked up the pace and began fucking her faster. I grabbed my biggest dildo that I keep in the nightstand beside my bed, put it in my mouth for a moment to lube it up, then jammed it up inside my own sloppy slit. Phil withdrew his cock and they spun around, but she stayed on all fours. I could see her virginal blood running down her thighs as she changed positions, and I came again. Phil got behind her and started fucking her again, doggy style. He punished her pussy for a few moments, then his body tensed up and he became very still. He was filling her up with his seed! He spasmed for a moment and humped his cock in and out, then became still again. I had another orgasm watching him pump his baby gravy into this girl's twat! For a moment they lay there, then got dressed quietly and left the room. I skipped the video ahead a few hours - it was now night, and the room was empty. I skipped to the end but saw nothing else. I was curious to see what was on the other videos on the hard drive, but didn't have the time, or the desire right now. I got dressed and put everything back where I'd found it. When my husband arrived home with the kids, he told me about their day, showed me the pictures that they took with Santa and began talking about this helpful elf, a young lady who was helping Santa take pictures. Hmmmm...