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Adora

By: _Lady1SensuaL1Fire_



Northland Kingdoms  Spring 897 A.D.

Princess Adora awoke with a start. For more than a month, the Princess has been waking in the middle of the night by a disturbing vision. She no longer deluded herself into thinking that this is merely a reoccurring nightmare. Never has she spoken to anyone in regards to her gift of the second sight. Not even her beloved father, the great King Wulfgarr, Ruler of the Northern Kingdoms.

Even though such a gift is thought to be bestowed upon by ancient gods, she was fearful of those who would think it a sign of evil. Her mother, Queen Morganna, also possessed this gift, bush has only confided it to her long time tiring woman Ceyla. Ceyla is known amongst the Vikings as a witch.

Alone in her spacious, candlelit bedchamber, the fire long gone out in the marble hearth. Adora shivered uncontrollably, but not from the cold. The walls in her chamber were lined by tapestries and fur hangings. Yet she still shivered. A great day or reckoning for the palace of Skaggerak, and all its inhabitants will occur soon...she knows not when, but it will come nonetheless.. From what she can sense, her two half sisters; Celestia and Fionna are directly involved somehow. Those two may be fair of face and form, but are devious and greedy as a thief with his gold.

Celestia, two years younger than herself at twenty-four, possesses the gift of charm. Hair a shimmering gold which ripples down to her waist. Eyes the color of the dullest and coldest grey. Celestia is slender of form and statuesque like a willow tree. Though, has no warmth nor kindness whatsoever for all that beauty.

Fionna, at twenty-three, is nearly the replica of her sister; limpid blue eyes, instead of the cold grey of her sibling. though tall like Celestia, Fionna is skinny, awkward, and not very intelligent. Thus enabling Celestia to use her like a minion.

Adora, a constant reminder of her mother, sets her half sisters' teeth on edge. Dark by contrast to both of them. Adora possesses the earthy kind of beauty, which will stand the test of time. Exotic and lush.

Petite of stature at five feet, two inches tall, Adora can be described as voluptuous of form without being plump. Her hair the color of a raven's wing...blue-black, tumbles like a dark black silk cloud down her delicate back. Eyes the sparkling cobalt blue, brimming with mischief and warmth. Adora also possesses the keen intelligence and quick wit, which sends even the most seasoned warriors into acting like boys in leading strings. Above anything, Adora has a natural tendency to make people laugh, which is rare in these times of turmoil.

Celestia and Fionna are grudgingly aware of these things, which is why they constantly bereave her on the fact that, although they all share the same father, Adora's mother was a captive from the British Kingdoms in a city called Caledonia. When Celestia and Fionna's royal mother passed away, their father, King Wulfgarr took his captive, Morganna to wife. Deep down, the girls acknowledge the ever abiding love that those two have for one another, which makes them bitter against Adora all the more. "Listen carefully my daughters, for I have something of great importance to disclose to yuo three. The Queen and I will be embarking upon a journey to Caledonia in three days time, for a fortnight, in celebration on the wedding of an important Slavic King. One of you must rule in my stead until my return, for I have no male heir." The King's magnificent midnight blue eyes scan the faces of his daughters with a keen eye. He then continued....

"To decide which of you three I will choose to rule, I have put forth a test for you to execute successfully. The test itself is not difficult to explain, but to ,truly comprehend its meaning, one must truly search deep within herself to complete this properly. Bring forth the object in which I greatly desire and covet more than anything else in this world. The one who grasps this, will in no uncertain terms, be Ruler in my absence. Any questions my dears?" Having said his peace, he left his daughters to ponder this task.

Not long after their Majesties left, the three Princesses began to contemplate in earnest, the riddle they must solve within three days. It did not take Celestia and Fionna long to pounce on Adora once again.

"When I become ruler in place of father, I will order all those who have treated me with disrespect, punished. Especially that old crone Ceyla. That witch really unnerves me with her unseeing eyes and gnarled fingers. The only reason father does not banish her, is her threat of putting a curse of impotency on him" Fionna snickered and giggled.

Dear sister of mine, when will you learn that you are too much of a simpleton to rule. All you care about his how many scones you can have when we break out fast" Her sister sent her a mutinous look of irritation, but Celestia continued...

"....I will rule because I am the one who possesses the cunning, not you milk-sop" Celestia commented with sarcasm.

"I should tell father of your treatment of me...." Fionna stammered sulkily.

Adora rolled her eyes heavenward at the pair of self-absorbed creatures. Those two cannot see past their pointed noses.

"Adora, do not roll your eyes so, 'tis most unseemly" Fionna admonished

"Why don’t you kiss my...." Adora began before being interrupted again..

"When father gazes upon the gift I have will acquire for him, he will surely see how worthy I am to win this test that is clearly made for me to win." Celestia continued her musings with a smug look on her beautiful face. That angel face however, did not match the calculating chameleon that she was inside, Adora thought to herself. Was she the only one who notices her sisters may plaster a charming smile upon their angelic faces, but those who are not easily fooled by this, can easily see the malicious gleam in their eyes.

"What have you purchased for father?" demanded Fionna.

"Tisk tisk, sister mine, all in good time." she laughed " All in good time."

* * * *

That evening, as Adora lay in her well-appointed four poster bed, set high upon a dais, she was deep in thought. Staring up, her mind wanders as she stars at her blue velvet curtains draped with golden ropes holding them open. Yet when closed, the velvet curtains keep the warmth in her huge mahogany bed. she sat up abruptly with a tingling on the back of her neck, knowing that something terribly wrong, was afoot here. Outside her balcony window, she could hear hushed voices. with trepidation, she slowly opens the shutters to peer outside. She notices two small shadows on the balcony beside hers. Celestia and Fionna were arguing in hushed tones. Adora strained to hear snips of their conversation without being seen.

Silently, she crept around the window pane to flatten herself against the freezing charcoal grey stone wall of the castle.

"...if father should happen not to choose me, there will be an "accident", and that will ensure that I will rule".

"what do you mean? You cannot foresee the future Celestia, only Adora can, even though she thinks no one knows"

"Adora is harmless. She is so preoccupied with consorting with the serfs, and anyone else who happens to be in this castle. She does not have the backbone to rule this Kingdom"

"Wont anyone suspect if something should befall father suddenly? Surely that witch Ceyla will catch wind of this". Lamented Fionna.

"Begone Fionna, so that I may finish my preparation". Celestia dismissed her sister then turned a bit to face the moon. Her eyes taking on an evil look of pure greed and malice.

Adora suppresses an involuntary shiver. Perhaps this was the reason she has been experiencing these nightly warnings, vision-nightmares. By all that is Holy, how was she to proceed? If she went to warn her father, he would surely think her up to some trick to waver him in her favor. On the other hand, if she kept silent, her father will fall prey to her sisters' machinations. She knew of one person in which she could confide in and seek council...Ceyla.

An hour later, she was to learn that no one has seen "the old crone" anywhere. Adora spied her conniving sisters huddled together by the roaring hearth at the far end of the candlelit hall, concocting more schemes no doubt. But nonetheless, she hailed them.

"Has my mother supped yet?"

"Aye, she is in her solar with that maidservant of hers, Ceyla" Fionna volunteered distractedly.

"If you will both excuse me, I will seek out my lady mother". Without waiting for a reply, Adora glided out of the hall in a profusion of white muslin.

Later on that evening, while mending one of her father's tunics, Adora was so immersed in her troubled thoughts, she did not noticed how much she frowned, although her mother and Ceyla did.

" You must not fret daughter, the answer to your sire's test lies within you. Unlike you, your sisters are too filled withy their self-worth to be threatened by you, and also to see the simplicity of your father's words, and well he knows it. Be as you are, my beautiful Adora, and you will conquer and succeed over your sisters in this endeavor. Now, enough of this subject, drink this goblet of mead with me, then you must tend to your father."

"Aye, mother, I will" she answered dutifully.

As she left her mother's solar, Adora encounted Ceyla on the landing, holding a candlebra. 

"Come with me, my child. For the time comes quickly when you will have to save your father's life. Those two spawns of the devil are at this moment, planning to do away with him, should he choose anyone else other than Celestia to rule the Kingdom while your father is away. I have foreseen the near future, my beauty, as I suspect you have." Ceyla gave Adora a knowing looking, telling her that she is already aware that Adora overheard her two sisters plotting against their father. "For now, your sisters do not suspect you to be any threat to their plans, because of their arrogance or sheer stupidity, whichever comes first with those two twits. But alas, the time draws near. We must hurry!" They both filtered down the stone staircase illuminated by wall sconces.

Everyone, from lowly serf, to the King himself, has gathered into the courtyard to witness the announcement of the new ruler. The flutter of excitement at what was to come, rippled through the throng of people present. The air crackled with electricity at the anticipation, as it mounted to tremendously, even the hounds seated near the King's gold gilded throne, have ceased their barking.

King Wulfgarr of the Northland Kingdoms, raised one of his huge hands, and bade the crowd to silence.

"We are gathered here in this courtyard to bear witness to a great occasion. I have asked my three beautiful daughters to bring forth to me, that for which they believe in their hearts, I would desire. The future Ruler of this great Kingdom shall show her true colors and worth by this test. Step forward, my Royal daughters, and present to me and all that are assembled here before you, what you would like to impart." The King's deep voice boomed then ceased as he and the crowd awaited silently.

Celestia and Fionna moved toward before Adora could take one single step, as was her right as the first born of the Princesses. With a smug look on her face, even Fionna backed away from Celestia somewhat. 

"Father, I present onto thee, the sacred bowl once belonging to the Great Merlin himself". Celestia removed the black velvet and silver threaded cover which veiled the golden bowl of Merlin. A smile crossed her icy features as her self pleasure begins to plaster in self satisfaction on her smooth face.

Her smile, however, quickly vanished as her father's booming voice rang out."Celestia, how has this come upon thy possession? It is against all ancient laws to sell or barter for such sacred objects as this one.

Celestia's smug smile slid off her face, to be replaced by a frozen grimace. She backed away from her sire slowly, as if in a trance. "Well I....sent hired soldiers to fetch it for me, 'twas a dangerous task, and it has cost me a ...." 

But the King held up his hand to silence her. She slid behind the crowd , her face reddened in embarrassment"....

"Fionna, approach. What have you to offer us?" demanded Wulfgarr, although already none too pleased. 

"I have brought forth from the far east, a jewel-encrusted sword, in which was said to be used in the Holy Land. I have paid a handsome price for this treasure, over half my dowry" She boasted proudly, quite unaware of her father's rising anger.

Queen Morganna placed a calming hand on her husband's shoulder, knowing his temper is as fierce as an electric storm. The King, already knowing how his daughter Fionna, normally follows the edict of her older sister, sighs with tried patience. He always knew but never admitted how much his two younger daughters took after their mother Aylayna. Never in his wildest dreams, has he suspected that duplicity and evil would pass on to his daughters from his first wife. Looking briefly at Adora, thinking how the love of her mother has sustained him through these hard times. Remembering the time past, when he found out Morganna was pregnant with Adora while his marriage to Aylayna was new, but already in danger of casting her from his life. Looking at his beautiful daughter Adora, his eyes beseech hers to be far above his two other daughters, in this endeavor so important for this Kingdom's continued safety. Now he must test Adora, looking away briefly to his wife Morganna, she gave him an encouraging smile while tightening her grip on his shoulder slightly before stepping back.

Turning to his daughter Adora, he lifted his chin a notch, looking straight at her and began...

"Adora, my eldest daughter, step forward and present your...." He never had the chance to complete his sentence as Celestia came out of the crowd near her father, brandishing a long silver dirk from the folds of her skirts. She ran like a maddened she-devil, with every intention of slaying her father where he stands. The only reason she missed his heart, was the burden of her heavy skirts, in which she tripped on.

The King fell back with a gasp. The dirk having sliced into his upper chest, just missing his heart, yet deep enough to cut his flesh through bone and muscle tissue. Celestia's eyes snapping silver with the rage of an savage animal gone mad, as her lips curl up evilly.

"Quickly, guards, seize Celestia! she has stabbed the King!" His wife cried out in mixed hurt and anger. Kneeling at his side, Queen Morganna removes the dirk quickly from her husband's upper chest. Her eyes narrowing in anger, a growl emanates from deep within her throat as she gazes at the arrested Celestia. Suddenly a red slash appears on Celestia's flawless face, as Morganna aims her anger towards the little bitch that attacked her beloved Wulfgarr. Morganna watches in satisfaction as Celestria is taken to the dungeons, with her hand holding her bloodied cheek.

The King lay unmoving, but for shallow gasps of air to his starving lungs, the people surrounding him becoming blurred images. Adora, the Queen and Ceyla rushing to his side.

"Adora, places your hands on your sire's chest, close your eyes and heal him with your mind and heart. Call upon all the love and strength you have within you, child."

Adora did as Ceyla bade her, not knowing what good it will do.

all of a sudden, a great white light seemed to be emanating from Adora's fingertips. It grew and grew until it completely surrounded the King's prone body.

Wulfgarr opened his weary eyes to see his eldest daughter and his beloved wife's beautiful face so alike with the love they bestowed upon him. It nearly unmanned him.

What in the name of Valhalla has happened to me?" but as the question was posed, he remembered Celestia running at him like a crazed harpy, and his blood running cold.

"Celestia has tried to assassinate you, your Majesty, but Adora has saved your life with her gift of healing, that no one knew she possessed, but I. Not even Adora was aware of this particular gift."

* * *

As eventide descended, everyone gathered in the great hall to witness the crowning of Princess Adora. Her father has placed in her young hands, the sacred Chalice of Maidens, which only a chosen few may even gaze upon.

"Princess Adora, daughter of the High King of the Northern Kingdoms, I do hereby pronounce you High Queen of Skagerakk! There can be no suitable reward for you, my daughter for the courage you have shown this day. You are more than worthy of this crown than mere words can express. Bards and minstrels will sing you praises for your bravery and devotion for your Kingdom, throughout eternity. I am proud to be your sire, and owe you a debt for saving my life. I love thee, daughter of mine!" King Wulfgarr spoke proudly, yet it took him everything not to take his babygirl into his arms and hold her to him. He loved her so much, the love between Morganna and himself...creating Adora.

Adora stood proudly in her white and gold royal dress, and gazed upon the loving faces of the people she adores; from lowly serfs to her beloved parents...not missing a single visage. Feeling humbled and loved, all at once.

Meanwhile, Ceyla cast her all seeing eyes past the battlements where Celestia and Fionna have made their hasty escape. This may be a day of victory,, but the story has just begun for Adora of Skaggerak. For, another battle is nigh upon them, when Celestia will make a dark pact with the devil, to conquer and attempt to destroy this Noble and Powerful Kingdom....

The End....For now....

Adorable Woman Pt. 01



(ALL CHARACTERS PARTICIPATING IN SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP IN THIS STORY ARE OVER EIGHTEEN)

1st June, 2004

Today is a very significant day for me. It's my mother's birthday and for the first time, I can't greet her. Every year on this day, I call her early in the morning (Indian time) wherever I am. But today, I can't. I lost her last year.

Throughout the day I kept on thinking about her. She is the most important woman in my life. I loved her and adored her the most. She was my mentor & friend. Memories of my teenage & early youth kept on coming back. 

1965 – 1966 

Ma was an exceptional woman in every sense. Academically she was just a science graduate. Family & social constraints did not allow her to pursue higher studies. She got married at the age of 18 and I was born a year later (1947). A year after I was born, she resumed her studies and got a first class bachelor's degree with Mathematics major, but couldn't study further. But her intellectual ability made up for the lack of higher education. She had an extremely analytical mind combined with a strong literary flair. Despite all constraints in the family life she remained a voracious reader. 

She wrote a lot on all kinds of subjects, physics to philosophy. But those were never published. She also wrote stories & poems. As she took a limited interest in publishing, only about a dozen of stories got published. The appreciation from readers was overwhelming, but that didn't enthuse her enough to publish more. She wrote only for her own pleasure and most of her writing remained confined in her diaries and notebooks. I was the only one who read all her writings. 

She taught me literature as also mathematics and science subjects through out my school days. When I was in the senior class, many of my classmates became her students. Even when I was in college, she helped me when I was stuck with any difficult problem. 

Her intellectual prowess gave her a great clarity of thought. She was never bogged down by orthodox ideas and encouraged everybody around her to look at things rationally and with an open mind. She carried herself with a lot of poise and elan and her personality made her stand out. She was a highly admired person among friends & relatives. As her son, I was the biggest beneficiary of her intellectual excellence and unorthodox thoughts. I remember my days of adolescence and associated problems, when ma was the one who acted both as my friend & guardian. 

She always encouraged me not to do anything stealthily or behind her back. But at a growing age, no way it was possible to tell her everything I did. But she made things change. She almost proved it to me that anything that I did secretly she would come to know. She could always make an intelligent guess of my secret or naughty plans and caught me red handed or made me confess. I will narrate one incident as an example.

In those days, adult movies were very rare in India. Of course, those were very mundane compared to the adult movies we see today not only in western countries but even in India. When we had passed out from school a so called very hot Hollywood film was released in India. A couple of my friends & I were desperate to see the movie. Though it was rated 'A', we were permitted to see the movie, as we were already 18. But some of us wouldn't be allowed from home to see an adult movie. While we made plans to see the movie, we didn't tell folks at home. 

The opportunity came by the way of a half day holiday being declared in the college. We came to know about the holiday the day before and made our plans. When I was getting ready in the morning, ma suddenly said she would expect me to come home early, as the college would be over at meal break. I was most disappointed but had to come back home early.

As I came back home, ma smilingly welcomed me and said she & I were going to a movie. When I asked her the name of the movie, I was pleasantly surprised to hear it was the same adult movie I missed. She kissed me on my cheeks and said she always knew that I was dying to see the movie but didn't like the idea that I go to the movie with my friends and keep it a secret from her. So, she did a bit of spying on me and spoilt my plans. At the same time, she thought as an adult I was fully entitled to see the movie and she would honour my adult hood by accompanying me to the movie. This most pleasant surprise increased my admiration from her. I now realised I shouldn't have presumed my ma wouldn't allow me to see the movie since she had, ever since I turned 18, acknowledged my adulthood. 

As I sat beside her in the movie hall, I was terribly embarrassed to see frequent kissing scenes. (Openly showing kissing was something unthinkable in India those days.). At the first scene with a sensual & long kiss I lowered my eyes in embarrassment and she said in a low voice, "There is nothing to feel shy. This is perfectly normal between a grown up man & woman."

This put me at ease and I enjoyed the movie a lot. Towards the end, there was some amount of nudity. The heroine was in a tub having bath. Though she was fully covered under soap bubbles, sides of her breasts could be seen from time to time. She also raised her leg up once in a while. At the last stage, as she got up from the tub with her back turned towards the camera, her butts were seen for a split second. During the scene, ma held my hand and said, "Don't feel shy, enjoy the scene."

After the movie was over ma said, "I hope you don't have a hard on. If you do, we shall wait till everybody leaves."

This didn't embarrass me as she had, on an earlier occasion, put me totally at ease about my hard on. 

One day as I woke up in the morning, I saw ma beside my bed. While I was happy to be greeted by her smiling face, I realised that I had a raging hard on. I was as such very displeased as my cock became large as I grew in age. Hard on was another source of embarrassment. That morning I felt damn awkward with the hard on and didn't know where to hide myself. 

But she acted like an angel and said, "You shouldn't be embarrassed by your hard on. It's perfectly normal for a young man like you. It's too prominent now in the morning, probably because your bladder is full after a whole night's sleep."

Saying this, she lightly stroked my bulge with her finger and I felt totally thankful to her.

She asked me, "Do you regularly jerk off your stored energy? Or, you suffer wet dreams."

As I said I jerk off, she said, "That's much better. A man enjoys masturbation but wet dream gives him no pleasure."

She was totally open with me and didn't let me suffer any feeling of guilt or shame during my growing age. This built my confidence a lot and my personality developed nicely. I also did very well academically with her help & guidance. 

My sex urge was pretty high and she was fully aware of it. On a number of occasions, she brought my secret desires in the open and handled the situation nicely to put me at total ease. 

My curiosity & lust for women's naked body was extremely high. I laid hands on some pornographic magazines with the help of my friends. I kept those under my bed and often jerked off as I watched the pictures of naked sexy women. One day, after return from school, I discovered that those magazines were missing. After a while ma called me and I was shocked to see those in ma's hand. 

I was expecting a big scolding from her. But she had a pleasant smile on her face and said, "Do you really like these pictures?"

Though I was very embarrassed, my fear was gone. I lowered my eyes and nodded.

She pulled me close to her and made me sit facing her. Holding my face in her hands she made me look at her eyes and said, "My child, it's very natural at your age to be crazy for watching nude pictures. But let me tell you, these women are far from real natural women. These are creations of dirty mind and should be shunned. Best of painters and photographers have created millions of paintings & photographs with nude women. As a man of good taste you should be looking at those. I will help you in locating such paintings & photographs."

Next day, I gave those magazines away to my friends.

When I attained eighteen years she fully accepted me as an adult male and recognised my physical needs. Today, when I am badly missing her, many of those incidents are flooding my mind.

Celebrating adulthood (June – July 1965) 

I must tell you how she celebrated my eighteenth birthday.

Ma's ancestral home was in a village, which she & I visited every summer. In those days, the villages in India were in a pretty uncivilised state. Electricity had just reached and a few privileged houses, including our house, had electric lamps but no fans. There was no sewer line nor regular water supply. So, the toilets were pretty primitive and located away from our house. There was one bathroom with a cement tank, which was filled by servants with water brought in tin cans from the nearby river. So, only older men & women had the privilege of bathing there. 

Everybody else had to use a pond, which was just behind the house and was exclusive for the family members. The pond had a nicely built ghat at one side. There were a series of very wide steps made of stones going down well below the water level and there was a wide cemented area around. The ghat was used for bathing. The pond was protected from public eyes by trees & fences all along the edge. Women also took their bath in the pond and there was a separate area for them at the far end of the ghat. Tall fencing made of cane & bamboo strips enclosed the area. 

In that house, only my grandma lived permanently. One summer when my mom & I visited there were other visitors too. Two ladies, who were our distant relations and ma's childhood friends, also visited for a couple of weeks. I called them mashi and mamima. Both of them had one daughter each. Those two girls were much younger and they were not very close to me. As a result I was a bit lonely. Company of the three older women, who spent a lazy time throughout the day, was always available to me and I spent a lot of time with them. 

Ma gave me a very special treat on my eighteenth birthday. Every morning, ma brought a hot cup of tea to me room. As I woke up in the morning, I finished brushing my teeth & shaving and lied lazily in the bed, waiting for ma to bring the tea. On my birthday, I was pleased to see my ma entering my room nicely dressed in a pink sari looking very fresh. She had a lovely bunch of red flowers in her hand. She gave me the flowers and said, "Welcome to adulthood". She closed the door, sat down on my bed and lowering her body over mine hugged me lovingly. I was enamoured at the soft touch of her body on my naked chest and her wonderful aroma.

As I was going to kiss her cheeks she stopped me and said, "Today you will get a special kiss from me, not from a mother to son but from a woman to a man." 

Saying this, she held my face in her hands, lovingly looked at my eyes and placed her lips on mine. It's hard to describe in words the sensation of being kissed on the lips for the first time, that too by my own mom. It was so loving and at the same time so sensual. I loved the pressure of her wet & soft lips on my lips and slowly parted my lips. She moved her tongue into my mouth and I responded very eagerly. As our tongues played in unison, I felt her soft breasts pressing on my naked chest. As I firmly embraced her, she virtually melted in my arms. As the kiss continued, I felt that my manhood stood erect and touched ma's thighs. I wondered if I should move my crotch away, but something prevented me doing so. Since we were revelling in the sensual touch of each other's body, I felt that ma was enjoying the hardness of my manhood.

As the kiss ended, ma stood up and said, "I know you will have many occasions to be kissed by women. But I wanted to be the first woman to kiss you and I waited for this day."

I said, "Nothing could have been a better birthday gift."

She gave me a nicely wrapped packet and waited for me to open it. Inside there were a few books and a small painting. The books were world renowned novels, which were well known for their erotic content and included D H Lawrence's 'Lady Chatterlie's lover'. The painting was a sketch of a nude woman. Seeing the gifts I realised ma opened to me the gate to adult literature and art. 

As she left, I continued in bed waiting for tea. In a few minutes, mashi & mamima entered with gifts in their hands and sang 'happy birthday'. Their dress showed they just left the bed after waking up from sleep. Both of them had no blouse or bra and their saris were not tidily worn.

As I looked at them with awe, mamima said, "Since we were coming to greet an adult male, we thought you would love to see us like this."

She now gave me a tight hug and I enjoyed the touch of her boobs on my chest, with no barrier other than the thin material of the sari. Mashi also gave me a hug. Both of them kissed me on my lips. The kisses were brief but quite sensual. 

Mamima noticed my big hard on and gave an amused look. "Don't you think today we should see him in his birthday suit?" mamima asked mashi with a grin. 

As mashi gave no encouraging answer she said, "The day has just begun and we have to find some time to celebrate with him in his birthday suit."

As they left, I wondered what to expect and hoped the celebration turns out to be something exciting.

The three women usually had their bath together in the pond in the enclosed area, which was out of bounds for men. That day mashi, as she was leaving for her bath, told me I was being invited to join the women for bath inside the enclosure. Hearing this, my heart skipped a bit and as I proceeded towards the pond with bated breath. 

As I entered the enclosure, I found all three women in partial nudity. Mashi & mami had taken off their blouse, bra and petticoat and had nothing but their sari on. Ma was in her petticoat & bra. One of the maids, a dark & big built woman, was also there. She was also in her sari only that too lifted above her knees. (The village maids, in those days, never wore any blouse, not to speak of petticoat,) The maid was washing clothes and the women were seated on the steps. All three of them greeted me in and I sat down on the steps. 

I think now I should give a description of how each of them looked. 

My ma was oldest of them. She was 5' 6" and was quite fair. Her boobs were large 36C (I checked her bra size). Her waist wasn't very trim and she had a bit of an outward curve in her belly. He belly button was very deep and looked very nice. Her hips were quite wide and her butts were heavy. Her thighs were heavy but were nice in shape. She had an overall softness in her body, which I loved. Later, I learnt this was called middle age softness.

Mashi was much fairer than ma and couple of inches shorter. Her boobs were bigger (may be 36D), and looked very soft with the right amount of sag for a ripe look. Her figure was thinner than ma's and quite soft. Her butts were heavy and very nice in shape. Her boobs & butts looked awfully sexy against her trim waist. 

Mamima was a very sexy woman. She was dark and had a very shapely figure. Her boobs were 34C and had almost no sag. Her nipples were so thick & long that they were easily visible under the sari. She had a very narrow waist and beautifully curved heavy butts. Her exquisite curvaceous body showed a perfect hour glass shape. 

All three of them had hair in the armpit as in those days razors or hair removers were not common at all. Ma & mashi had hair in the legs also. Mamima had no hair in her legs. Little what I could see through their wet saris, both mashi and mamima had pubic hair too. Mashi's dark patch between her thighs, partly visible under her wet sari showed she had abundance of pubic hair. 

Ma was scrubbing her feet with a cloth & and soap. Her petticoat was lifted up to her calves and I saw light curly hair on her legs. After scrubbing her legs & feet ma walked down into the water and went deeper & deeper till only her face was outside water. After a while, she took off her bra and threw it on the steps. As light was not sufficient due to the tall fencing, I could only see a fair mass under water, but couldn't see her boobs. She threw her petticoat on the steps and I felt an excitement to realise that she was now completely naked under water. The maid picked up her bra & petticoat and started washing them. 

The maid had by now finished washing clothes and ma asked her to soap her. I was expectantly waiting for ma to come out of water. The maid, who was much taller and heavier than ma, stood behind ma as she sat down on a step under water bringing out her naked body outside water, waist upward. I was most disappointed that ma's naked body was completely covered by the maid's huge figure. As she soaped ma's back I could only see the bare back of the maid. All that I could see was hint of ma's fair back. Though I couldn't see any thing, I could sense that the maid after doing her back was soaping ma's front. From the movement of the maid's hands it was clear that she was soaping ma's belly and even the breasts. 

After a while the maid asked ma if she should do her butts. ("Didi ektu uthe danrao, tomar pachhay saban makhiye dei.") This made ma stood up with her naked body out of water, knee upwards. I was hopeful of seeing at least ma's naked butts. But that was not to be. The maid was so tall that even while sitting her bulk completely guarded ma's naked body, waist downwards. She soaped ma's butts & legs and possibly even her crotch, but ma's lower part was completely out of sight. I could only see ma's naked back with a hint of the boobs' bulges from the side. The maid surely knew how to cover the nudity of her mistress!

After soaping was over, ma went down into the water and her naked body completely disappeared under water. Standing in neck deep water ma dipped her head several times. Each time she dipped she raised her hands up and I was enamoured to see curly hair in her fair armpit. She had a couple of creases in her armpits that looked very nice. I could also see a bit of her cleavage. This is the first time, possibly due to the earlier disappointment, I felt a strong urge to see her gorgeous naked body. Now ma started swimming and went out in the open water through a small opening in the far side of the fencing. As she went out of the fencing, there was lot more light and though at a distance, I could see the back of her full naked body under water. I was unable to believe my eyes that I could see the naked butts of my own dear mom. 

At this stage, I wondered how ma could swim naked in the open pond. Then I realised swimming naked in that pond was quite ok as there was no male in the house except me. The other side of the pond was so well guarded by trees and fences, no outsider could see the pond.

As ma disappeared out of sight, mamima started demanding that I should now be in my birthday suit. She was possibly restrained so long in ma's presence. Even mashi was smiling naughtily indicating her support to the idea. The maid by now fully undressed and jumped into the water, but not before I had a full view of her large ebony coloured naked body. She had a raw sexiness in her well built body, with large but nicely shaped boobs, butts & thighs and a lovely pubic bush. Mamima and mashi were both neck deep in water. As I could see their discarded clothes on the steps, I was sure that they were both stark naked. They surely shed their clothes when I was concentrating on ma.

As I wondered whether to undress or not, even the maid said that she was waiting to see me in my birthday dress. ("Amioto khokake jonmer somoyer poshake dekhar jonyo etokshon opeksha korchhi.") Hearing this, I realised no way I could avoid undressing. I was having some kind of thrill at this and wondered if by undressing I could provoke mamima & mashi to display their naked bodies, which were hidden under water.




Adorable Woman Pt. 01



This thought prompted me further and I took off my vest and shorts exposing my bulge covered only by my underwear. Overcoming my uneasiness, I pulled down my underwear and my erect cock sprang into open. As the women suddenly stopped chatting and there was a hushed silence, I realised that my strong erection had shocked them. I now felt like hiding my erection and jumped into the water. Unable to guess what would come next I was feeling uneasy and started swimming. 

As I went out in the open water, I swam fast and within a short while noticed ma. She was not far away and was gliding slowly in water. My urge for watching her nudity came back and I swam fast to get close to her. Maintaining a little distance from her, I watched her. I could now clearly see her fully naked body from the back. Her fair & shapely butts looked amazing. As she moved her legs, there was a rhythmic movement in her thighs & butts and I was captivated at the sight. 

As I was engrossed at ma's magnificent beauty, she turned back towards me. I was totally scared that she found out my stealthy attempt to see her nudity. But she was cool as she came close to me. Now she was by my side and if I turned my head, I could easily see her naked front. But I didn't have the courage to look at her. We slowly swam back in total silence.

She broke the silence, "You must be stark naked. They forced you to undress, didn't they? It's good for you. As women admire your manhood, you get to realise that it's something to be proud of and your teenage embarrassment goes away. Like any man loves to see a naked woman, a woman also loves to see a man's private wealth. I haven't seen your one after you grew up, but I know you are well endowed. I would have loved to see it today. But then on a second thought decided to control my desire."

She took a dip into the water and then continued, "As a mother I wouldn't like to get easily carried away by my physical desire for my son. As a son also you have to control your greed for seeing me in the nude. I know you had a tremendous urge to see my naked body, when I was bathing naked without letting you see me. That's why I was absolutely sure you would swim behind me. I know you saw me naked from the back. I allowed to that much, but wouldn't like you to go beyond."

She held my right hand with her left hand. We were now closer to each other, swimming with a single hand. 

After a pause she said, "You & I know that we are both stark naked under water. We could easily watch each other's naked bodies and also could feel each other's nudity by hugging each other. But we are not doing so and only relishing the proximity of each other's nudity. Do you think this gives you a special feeling?"

"Yes ma, this is a very different feeling. I am now loving you in a very special and a very different way." I answered. 

"This is the restraint mother & son should have between them. There is no point denying that there is an under current of desire between us. Both of us would have loved to get swept away by the strong wave of desire. But if we did, we would have lost our self respect."

"Yes ma, I couldn't agree more" I kissed her on her cheeks. 

As were close to the fencing, she said, "You can, of course, have some fun with your aunts. Now that you are an adult, you are free to enjoy sex. There is nothing wrong as your aunts are more than willing, though this not acceptable in the eyes of the society. I know these women intimately since child hood and they are quite uninhibited. I invited them this time to make sure your birthday is celebrated well."

As we were getting inside the fencing, we saw that the maid was sitting on the step and telling some story to mamima & mashi, who were listening very attentively to her. From the naughty smile in the maid's face, it was quite apparent that she was telling them some not too innocent story. 

As I was watching the maid, ma whispered, "She is a very naughty woman, I know her very well. She and I grew up together in this house." As I gave a surprised look at ma, she winked at me. 

All of them were stark naked and were sitting on the steps at the edge of the water, displaying their nudity in full glory. I loved watching these three contrasting women together. One was dark & huge, another very fair and much smaller and the third one was like a statue curved out of mahogany. The maid's huge boobs (possibly 38D) had a little sag, but were quite firm and matched nicely in her huge structure. Her nipples were pretty large, very thick and about half an inch long. Her belly wasn't flat but looked well toned. She didn't have any extra layer of fat around her waist. Her thighs, legs and arms looked pretty strong. Her skin was admirably smooth and had a lovely glow. Her butts were large but beautifully curved. 

Compared to her, mashi's body looked petite and delicate. Her pear shaped boobs looked very soft with small but pointed nipples. Her belly, thighs and arms looked pretty soft. Mamima's conical boobs were still smaller but were firm and had almost no sag. Her thin waist and nicely curved hips & butts gave her a very sexy look. 

Mashi's armpit was full of thick & coarse hair. The maid's armpit hair was not so dense but quite long. Mashi's pubic bush was so dense and spread out as if she was wearing a black short panty. The maid's pubic mound was huge and was covered by thick curly hair. Mamima was less hairy compared to other two women. Her armpit hair was not too thick or dense. Her pubic bush was not too spread out and was in the shape of a perfect triangle. 

As I was watching the naked women, I wondered how ma looked in the nude. I was particularly curious about her pubic hair. I decided to be a bit daring and asked ma, "Are you also hairy down below?"

"You naughty boy! Can't you guess by looking at my armpits?" ma answered and she raised her arms to arrange her hair in a bun, letting me have a closer look at her armpit hair. I took a bit of courage to touch her armpits and feel the hair on the base of a smooth skin with a couple of creases. I was tempted to touch her boobs, which were very close to my hand and showed a bit under water. But I didn't dare.

As the women noticed us, they fell silent. Possibly they were not comfortable to continue their naughty chat with me around. Leaving me behind, ma started walking up the steps and her body was exposed waist upward. While I wondered if she would let me see her butts, the maid (whom I called Minudi) came down in the water and wrapped ma in a large Indian type towel (gamchha). She made her sit on the step and completely guarding her body from my line of vision, started wiping her dry. 

I could only see Minudi's back & butts. I was charmed at the beautifully curved huge mass with the wet skin shining. Under her butts, between her thighs I could see a tuft of curly hair. I realised that this big built woman was awfully sexy in her own way and my cock stirred. 

Minudi wiped ma with lot of care. Though I couldn't see ma's naked body at all, I could sense what Minudi was doing from the movement of her hands. She wiped the armpits making ma raise her arms, she took her time in wiping ma's breasts and made them bounce. She made ma spread her legs and wiped her crotch. After wiping her dry she generously sprinkled talc on ma's body and within minutes ma was dressed in bra & petticoat. Wrapping a sari on her body, she waived at us and left. 

By this time all three women were in water. Mamima waded through the water and came close to me. Mashi & the maid also followed her and three women surrounded me. As I realised that my naked body under water was so close to three very attractive naked women, I started feeling a stir in my already hard cock. 

Mamima said, "Why are you so shy to display your wealth dear?" and coming closer held me in a tight embrace. 

The touch of her naked body on mine gave me a sensation of a new dimension. She moved one step up to bring her face to same level as mine and kissed me passionately on my lips. As her tongue darted in my mouth, her boobs were pressed on my chest and her crotch brushed my belly. My cock was between her thighs and I could feel our pubic hair enmeshed together. She started moving her body sideways and her boobs played on my chest. I felt the movement of her pubic mound on my crotch and her thighs clasped my cock. As her kiss ended, she held my cock in her hand and lovingly fondled it under water. 

In the meantime, mashi had come closer to me. Mamima made space for her and she hugged me softly. She started with a kiss on my cheeks and then kissed my ears. As she started moving her tongue in my ear a felt a wild sensation. As I felt her naked body touching me, I moved my hands over her boobs and was enamoured at the softness melting in my hands. Her nipples, which looked small earlier, felt like two nice grapes under my fingers and I explored the puckered skin of her aureoles with my fingers. Mashi's kiss continued on my neck and then she placed her soft pink lips on mine. I parted my lips to accommodate her tongue.

As her kiss became more and more ardent, I responded not with my tongue alone, but by lovingly fondling her body. I moved my hands over her belly and thighs and the abundance of hair in her pubis. I was amazed to find her hair extending all along the joining line of her thighs and abdomen. As I ran my fingers, I found a line of hair going up from her bush to her belly button. Exploring downward between her thighs, I found the hair extending all the way towards the rear side and was amazed to find the hair going up all the way up along the crack between her bum cheeks. The puckered skin of her ass hole had plenty of hair all around. This was such an unexpected discovery for me! As she held my cock in both hands and rubbed it on her crotch, I felt a wild excitement. 

Mashi's kiss was much more passionate than mamima's and drove my excitement to a great height. I suddenly felt it was ma, who was giving me all the pleasure and I went crazy with excitement. I wildly crushed and squeezed her boobs and thrust my rock hard cock on her crotch. While mashi was shaking in excitement and I was out of my senses, both of us felt someone's touch on our bodies. It was Minudi holding both of us. With this interruption, our excitement subsided.

Minudi slowly separated us, placed her arms around me and said, "I am waiting for my turn in the queue. Today I must have my chance to join the birthday celebration." ("Ami kintu tomader dujoner pore line e achhi. Amio aj khokar jonmodine anando korbo.")

Saying this, she held my face against her breast and I started sucking her nipple. Disengaging me after a while, she placed her thick & wet lips on my lips. She sucked in my mouth and played with my tongue. That kiss was very different as it radiated high sexual energy and she sort of overpowered me. She moved her firm & huge boobs on my body and squeezed my butts. She held my cock in her hand and placed it on her pussy. Within seconds, I realised that my cock was in a soft & wet tunnel. This was a shock to me and I was totally dazed. She pushed my cock in & out a few times and I wondered if I was fucking her. Somehow she didn't continue and took my cock out. 

Now she made me go up the steps and brought my erect cock out in the open. As my cock came in full view both mashi and mamima gasped and came closer. Mamima bent down and took my cock in her mouth. As it was a bit too thick and large she was unable to fully swallow it and after a while withdrew her mouth. Mashi now put her mouth on it but it was too large for her small & delicate mouth. She started licking it from outside and I felt nice.

At this stage, Minudi interfered, "His stuff is too big and you two can't tackle it. His wife has to have a really big mouth. Let me see what I can do" ("Khokar jinishta boddo boro go. Tomra ota samlate parbena. Khokar jonyo emon bou chai jar han mukh ta khub boro. Dekhi ami ki korte pari.")

Saying this, she knelt down and quickly swallowed the whole cock. Her moist & soft mouth was no less sensual than her pussy and I moaned & breathed heavily. In my excitement, I started pushing in & out and she played her tongue over it. I was too excited to hold back for long. Within minutes I started spurting out shots of warm liquid in her mouth. She took out her mouth and white blobs hit all over her face and boobs. 

I was now a bit embarrassed to realise mashi and mamima were watching the action all the time and were now staring at my cock. I went down in water to hide my cock. But Minudi didn't allow that and pulling me up started soaping me. As she soaped my cock it came back in its full strength. Seeing my rising cock, mamima & mashi came closer and started fondling it. Minudi moved to my backside and soaped my butts and the crack. Being touched by three women together was a great sensation for me. I held mashi & mamima's boobs in my two hands and explored two very different types of boobs. Mamima's boobs were firm and her large erect nipples tingled under my fingers. Mashi's soft boobs melted in my hands. 

After a while, Minudi asked me to take a dip in the water and the three women soaped each other. While I watched them I realised they were touching each other quite sensually. This looked a bit odd to me, but at the same time three women lovingly soaping each other's boobs & nipples, pussy and ass hole was very enticing. Minudi & mamima looked rather aggressive. After they removed the soap from their bodies, they kissed each other and while kissing their boobs were pressed together. At the same time their hands were touching each other's crotch under water. Mashi was standing in water, a little away from them, and was smilingly watching me. She took several dips in water with her arms raised and I was enamoured seeing her thick & coarse armpit hair together with her lovely soft boobs.

As mashi walked up the steps I saw her fully naked backside. As I saw her soft butts, I imagined I was watching ma's butts. Her hair in the legs, being wet, clung to the skin and I again visualised ma's hairy legs. I couldn't control myself and walked up very close to her. As I was standing on lower steps, her butts were very close to my face and I kissed those soft butts. Now she turned back with a start and drew me close to her. Cupping her fair boobs in her hands, she offered them to me and I started licking one boob and pressed the other boob with my hand. As mashi raised her arms, her hairy armpits came in full view and I got so excited I started licking the armpits. 

At this stage, Minudi announced there was enough of playing with each other and suggested we all go for a swim out in the pond. Saying this, she started swimming and her ebony coloured body looked extremely elegant. All three of us followed her and she challenged all of us to compete with her in speed. As we all started swimming, I found all of them swam very fast and I had to increase my speed. Soon I was ahead of mashi & mamima, but Minudi was still ahead of me. Her shapely & curvaceous body moved very sexily and I was eager to touch her. I increased my speed further but found it rather difficult to close the gap. After maintaining a high speed for a long time I went past her. As I crossed her I pressed her bum very softly and she cooed. Now she & I were swimming side by side and were close to each other. 

Within a few minutes, Minudi slowed down and finally stopped, standing on her feet. I realised we had reached the other side of the pond. We stood close to each other and panted for a while. Minudi hugged me close and placed her lips on mine. Her lips were very thick and sensual. As I parted my lips she sucked my mouth and it was very exciting. I sucked her back and our lips played on each other. It was very exciting kiss and when it finally ended I felt a bit exhausted.

By now mamima & mashi, who were way behind us, had also reached this side. As there were no steps at this edge of the pond it was difficult to get out of the water and go over to the bank. Minudi tried to scale the bank and I pushed her from behind. While I pushed her large butts I could feel the firmness and could see her crack and also her pussy through the gap between her thighs. As she scaled the bank with her legs spread, her pussy lips parted and I could see the pink tunnel through the bush. Next to go up were mamima & mashi and as I pushed them holding their butts, Minudi pulled them up holding their hands. Finally I got out of the water with Minudi helping me by pulling me up by holding my hands.

I found both mashi & mamima lying on their back on the grassy land and looked a bit tired. My cock had lost a bit of strength in water. But as I saw these two sexy women lying naked on the ground, it came back to full strength. Minudi was sitting by their side and was massaging mashi's legs and thighs. Mashi turned on her belly and Minudi massaged her butts. There were a few pieces of grass stuck on her butts & back and that looked very sexy. I could see mashi's butts were so soft that with little bit of pressure Minudi was creating dents on her skin. 

As mashi sat up after the massage, she saw me and signalled me to come and sit by her side. As I sat down, the touch of the cold grass on my bare ass felt so nice. By this time, mamima also sat up and her shapely boobs, thin waist and curved bums looked wonderful. Minudi massaged her hips in the sitting position and she bent over exposing her butts. 

In the mean time, mashi made me lie down on the ground and bending down kissed my erect shaft. She opened her mouth really wide and took a good part of my cock in her mouth. Her mouth gripped my thick cock rather tightly and her teeth hurt me slightly. As she moved her mouth up and down, I started feeling heavenly sensation. As Minudi & mamima noticed us they crawled close to us. I felt mashi's dangling boobs touching my thighs. I grabbed her boobs in my hands. As I pressed the two soft mounds hard mashi's mouth moved faster. Mamima bent over me and kissed me very sensually. She darted her tongue inside my mouth and tickled my nipples with her nails. Her body was over me. Her boobs pressed on my chest and her pubic bush was pressed on my belly. I saw Minudi knelt down behind mashi and her hand was in mashi's ass. I realised she had inserted her fingers in mashi's pussy. 

With such great overtures from three women I went crazy and soon spurted out shots of warm liquid in mashi's mouth. As mashi withdrew her mouth, the shots hit her and mamima's breasts. As I lied down all exhausted, I watched the three women. Minudi inserted fingers of her other hand in mamima's pussy. Now she was fingering both of them and they moaned heavily. Within minutes both of them had strong climax. As mamima recovered, Minudi lied down on the ground and spread her legs. Mamima started sucking Minudi's pussy. Mashi bent down and sucked Minudi's nipple. I watched the sexual action between the three women with awe. Finally, Minudi had a very strong and long lasting orgasm. 

Minudi recovered quickly and jumped into water. All of us followed. As we swam back side by side, Minudi told me about their child hood. She said she and ma swam a lot in the pond and spent long time lying down on the grassy land. I remembered ma's remark and wondered if she & ma did something like what they did today. 

After the eventful bath the rest of the day was restful. I slept for long hours in the afternoon. After I woke up, ma & I went for a long walk. We both went barefoot and walked over long stretches of grassy land behind around the pond. As we walked in a leisurely manner, ma reminisced her happy childhood. Later I asked her about her teenage. 

She said, as she grew up Minudi was her best friend. Minudi's mother was a living in maid and Minudi also stayed in the house. Minudi gathered a lot of worldly knowledge from her village friends and shared with ma. As they came to know the facts of life, the transition from a girl to a woman was free of any feeling of shame and embarrassment. 




Adorable Woman Pt. 01



They were both curious about each other's body. So, from time to time, they undressed in private to see each other naked. They both realised their bodies were becoming beautiful day by day. They were also curious about other older women. Minudi's mother and grandma used to have bath together in the pond inside the enclosure. Ma & Minudi also used to bathe in the enclosure and had the pleasure of bathing naked. Their mothers had their bath at a different time and they had no opportunity to see their mothers naked. As their curiosity grew Minudi and ma changed their timing on holidays and joined their mothers in the enclosure. 

On the first day, they were waiting expectantly for their mothers to undress. But to their great disappointment, their moms had their bath with sari and petticoat on. The younger ones also had to avoid undressing. They wondered if their moms were avoiding undressing in their presence or they didn't undress at all at the time of bath. Next day, their moms were late in coming to the pond. They came only when the younger ones had almost finished their bath. They waited for the daughters to leave before they got into water. Now they were sure their moms were embarrassed to undress in presence of their daughters. 

Ma & Minudi discussed among themselves and hit upon a plan. Next day, they went to the pond and undressed fully. They didn't take their bath for a long time and chatted sitting on the steps. As they heard their mothers' footsteps, they jumped into the water and stood in neck deep water. After the mothers walked in and sat on the steps they emerged out of water displaying their naked young bodies to their moms. Seeing their daughters stark naked both mothers gasped. The daughters ignored them and waited for their reaction. 

Grandma said, "You girls are shameless. How could you bathe naked when your mothers are here?" ("Tomader dekhchhi lojja shorom kichhu nei. Nijder mayderer samne nangto hoye snan korchho?")

Ma replied, "Why should we be ashamed of being naked when you two are also women? Besides, it's so inconvenient to have bath with clothes on." ("Tomra dujeneo to meye. Tomader samne nangto hote lojja korbe keno? Ta chhara, jama kapor pore snan kora boddo osubidhe.")

As grandma had no answer, Minudi's ma told grandma, "Didi, since the girls are already naked, there is no point in being ashamed any more. Let's undress and take our bath the way we have it everyday. Let me also scrub the girls clean." ("Didi, meye duto jokhon nangto hoyei gechhe, ar lojja peye ki hobe? Cholo amrao jama kapor khule rojkar moto snan kori. Ami meye dutoke bhalo kore ghoshe poriskar kore dei.")

The young girls were delighted as grandma relented. Now they had the pleasure of watching their mothers naked. They watched their mother's naked bodies closely and later exchanged notes.

They found lots of similarity and differences. Their breasts were bigger and a bit sagged. Nipples were significantly large. The bellies were not flat and slightly curved. The butts were a lot heavier and very nicely curved. They realised as they would grow in age, their bodies would also be more & more heavy. They wondered if their breasts would also sag. In their heart of hearts they knew sagging was inevitable. 

As they grew, the girls started feeling sexual urge. They instinctively learnt how to pleasure themselves. They also realised this was not the ultimate and waited for their dream men to arrive. Minudi got married when ma was in college. As she went off to her husband's place, ma became lonely. Minudi did visit from time to time and shared with ma her exciting experience. 

A few months later, ma also got married. Within a year I was born and she got lost in the vortex of life. Her only break was when she came to the village during holidays. Minudi, by that time had lost her husband and had replaced her mom as the living in maid. Ma enjoyed her holidays in the company of Minudi and other childhood friends. 

At this stage, remembering the experience at the pond, I asked ma if women could give sexual pleasure to each other. 

Ma kept silent for a while and said, "You saw something today?" 

As I nodded, she said, "Then you already know the answer is yes. When I let these three women loose on you, I knew you would come to know new facts of life apart from physical enjoyment."

I became more curious and asked her if she had any such experience. 

She disappointed me by saying, "I will tell you when the time is right."

By now we were back to the house and were sitting together with nobody around. I was having a strong hard on and ma noticed it.

She pointed to the bulge in my trousers and asked, "What has made you horny?"

"Shall I tell you the truth?"

"Yes, of course. Never hide anything from ma."

"Ma, when I was with the three naked women in the pond, all along I was imagining your naked body. After seeing your naked back under water, I am dying to see you fully naked."

Ma placed her arm on my back and moving her hand lovingly said, "I fully understand your attraction for me. I also feel elated to realise that even at the age of thirty seven I am attractive to an young man. But both you and I need to have self restraint, at least at present. A day will come when the time would be right for both of us to know each other physically with balanced emotion." 

After the very exciting bath at the pond I was expecting more from these exciting women. I was still a virgin and wondered if I would have the ultimate pleasure from one of them. I was disappointed as nothing much happened after that day. After a couple of days, mashi & mamima left. 

My grandma was a very pretty lady. She was married at a very young age and ma, her first child, was born a year later. My grandpa was much older than her and he died when she was 50. At that time, grandma was 53 and retained her beauty. She and ma looked very similar and people mistook them as sisters. They had very similar body structure and skin colour. Grandma was a little heavier and a couple of inches taller than ma. Her boobs were bigger. Since she didn't wear a bra I couldn't check her size, but I guess she was 36D. Her butts were also heavier and curvaceous. She used to wear a long chemise under her sari. The sleeveless chemise doubled for petticoat and blouse. She normally didn't wear any blouse. 

At night, she took off the sari and slept with only her chemise on. Once in a while she used to wear blouse & petticoat with sari, but never wore a bra. I noticed she had plenty of hair in her armpits and her legs were a bit hairy too. Her armpit hair, like her hair on the head, was salt & pepper. This was something very interesting for me. To me even at that age she was pretty sexy and I was always curious to see her naked. She used to have her bath inside the bathroom and I had no opportunity to see her naked. She was used to having assisted bath. Minudi was always inside the bathroom when she used to have her bath. In the evening Minudi used to give her oil massage in her bedroom with doors bolted. After the massage she walked over to the bathroom through the corridor and at that time she had only her sari loosely wrapped around her naked body. I did have a glimpse of her at that time and she looked awfully sexy. 

One day, things turned interesting. Ma was going to visit a relative late in the afternoon and Minudi was accompanying her. They asked me to take care of grandma's oil massage in the evening. While I readily agreed, grandma didn't look very pleased. She said she would skip the oil massage for a day, rather than troubling me. But both ma & Minudi insisted that she takes the massage from me. 

Before leaving, Minudi called me apart and said, "Hey young man, listen carefully. Give your grandma a full oil rub all over her body. Massage her back, waist, butts & thighs well. She feels pain in that area and massage gives her a lot of comfort. I take all her clothes off for massage. Initially she objected, but now she doesn't feel shy when I make her stark naked. She might feel shy with you, as you are a man. But if you push her she will relent, as she needs a good massage with oil." 

("Ei je khoka, tomar didake bhalo kore sara sorire tel makhiye diyo. Pith, komor, pachha, uru bhalo kore malish koro. Oisob jaygay onar byatha hoy ar malish korle khub aram pan. Ami onar sob jama kapor khule nangto kore malish kori. Prothom dike bhison apotti korten. Ekhon ar nangto hote lojja pan na. Tumi byatachhele bole tomar sathe lojja paben. Kintu tumi jodi ektu jor koro tahole mene neben. Bhalo malish onar khub dorkar.") 

She lowered her voice and continued, "Once you see her naked, you will find out what a lovely body your grandma has." ("Ekbar nangto dekhle bujhte parbe tomar didar chehara ta ki chomotkar.") 

Minudi left me wild with excitement. As the evening approached I grew impatient. Finally, grandma called me to give her oil massage. As I entered her room, she asked me to bolt the door. She asked me to lay a large mat made of cane strips (sitol pati) on her bed. She took off her blouse, loosened her petticoat & sari and lied down on her belly on the mat. I had a glimpse of her hairy armpits and her large boobs under the sari. Her back was bare and I started rubbing oil on her neck and shoulder. As I massaged her back, she asked me to increase the pressure. As I pressed her back hard, she made light sound indicating comfort. I moved her arms and placed them on the sides of her head. After massaging her arms I rubbed oil in her armpits. She showed a bit of uneasiness, but didn't stop me. The soft pits with dense hair felt very nice.

I asked her, "Do you feel pain in your waist? Shall I rub oil there?"

As she said yes, I lowered her sari and petticoat by a couple of inches and massaged her waist. From the sound she made I was sure she was feeling relief from pain. I continued and she said my massage was very good. I lowered her clothes further down and now the top of her butts was out in the open. Her movements showed a bit of uneasiness but as I massaged her well, she made pleasant sound. I was rather excited to see her naked skin and the feeling of softness felt great as I rubbed oil.

At this stage, I remembered Minudi's tips and told her, "Grandma, with your clothes on I can't give you a proper massage. Oil is spoiling your clothes and at the same time I can't give you enough comfort." ("Dida, tomar sari ar petticoat er jonyo ami tomake bhalo kore malish korteui parchhina. Tomar kapor chopor tel lege nongra hochhe kintu ami tomake thik kore aram dite parchhina.") 

Grandma said, "On other days Minu takes off all my clothes. As she is pretty shameless she also gets naked on the plea of her sari getting spoilt. But you are a man my child. I can't get naked in front of you." ("Onyodin Minu to amar sob jama kapor khule malish kore. Ar Minur to laj lojja bolte kichhu nei, se nijeo to sari te tel lagbe bole nangto hoye jay. Kintu tumi to dadu ekjon purush manush. Tomar samne ami nangto hote parbona.") 

I told her relief to her pain was much more important than her modesty and she should take it as a medical need. As she didn't protest, I placed my hand under her belly and untied her sari and petticoat string. Making her lift the waist a little, I pulled down her petticoat & sari below her knees. Wow, what a lovely sight it was! Her huge naked butts and lovely thighs enamoured me. I lovingly started fondling her butts and thighs and massaged her with best of my skill. There was no doubt I was doing a great job as she said she loved it.

I pressed the soft flesh of her butts like dough and stroked the soft mass with my closed fists. I spread her legs and massaged her thighs from knee upward. As I moved up close to the parting of the butt cheeks, I spread her thighs further. I was delighted to see dense and thick hair through the gap between her thighs. I was intrigued to see the streaks of grey in the tuft. I moved my hands as close as possible and touched the hair. I took a bit of courage and parted her butt cheeks and the flesh parted easily. Now I could see the puckered brown skin of her crack with some hair around it. I pored some oil in her crack and massaged inside with my fingers. She made a 'ooohooo' kind of a sound. 

At this stage, grandma said she didn't want my clothes to get spoilt with oil and asked me to take them off. I took off my vest and pyjama and was left with only my brief. 

She asked me, "Have you taken off all your clothes my child? Otherwise, your mom will be angry to find them dirty with oil." ("Sob jama kapor khulechho to dadu? Jama kapor tele nongra hoyechhe dekle kintu tomar ma khub rag korbe.")

I said a weak yes. I was not ready to take off my brief and expose my hard on. 

As I was sure she was no longer uneasy, I started massaging the two sides of her back from the underarm down to the waist. I could feel the softness of her boobs, which felt lovely. I squeezed the sides of her breasts and now she started moaning. By now I was having a raging hard on and was desperate to see this gorgeous woman in full nude. 

As I asked her to turn over on her back, she was rather resistant, "How much more I can expose my naked body?" ("Amake ar kotota nangto korbe?")

"If you don't turn over, then the massage is over." I said. ("Jodi chit hoye na jao, tahole malish ekhanei sesh.") 

Now she relented and turned over mumbling words like. "Oh My god, how much shameless could I be?" ("Laj lojja bolte ar kichhu baki roilona.")

As she turned over, she tried to cover her front by pulling up the petticoat. I removed her petticoat and covered her lower belly & crotch with her sari. Her boobs were now fully exposed and even in lying position the large mounds looked lovely. She now noticed I was still wearing my brief. I was both horny at the same time embarrassed with my strong hard on.

She said, "Oh, you are still wearing that brief. You want your old grandma to be shame less, but not ready to get naked yourself. Looks like you have a nice strong thing hidden there and you don't want to show it to your grandma." ("Tumi ekhono jangiya pore achho? Tumi tomar didake kono laj lojja rakhte dilena, ar nije nangto hote raji nao. Okhane to dekhchhi ekta sundor shokto jinish lukono royechhe, jeta tumi didake dekhate chaona.")

Without giving her any chance to push me further, I started rubbing oil on her belly. I slowly moved my hands up and touched her huge boobs. I rubbed oil in her cleavage and the inner sides of her boobs. By now I could see her nipples slowly getting erect. The nipples were large as such and as they grew bigger I was very excited. By now they were nearly half inch long and quarter of an inch thick. The golden brown nipples stood erect on light brown large aureoles. I was now more aggressive and started massaging the two soft mounds. She reacted sharply with heavy moaning. I felt very excited as the soft breasts melted in my hands. As I twisted the nipples, grandma's moaning became stronger.

She said, trying to control her excitement, "I don't think you should do this to your own grandma."

I ignored her protest and carried on. Her whole body was showing signs of pleasure and her sari got somewhat displaced. She was now almost naked, except her crotch and I could see the fringe of her pubic bush. Her belly was nicely curved and had a nice crease along the fringe of the pubic bush. That looked awfully exciting to me. Now I removed her sari and her lovely salt & pepper pubic bush came in full view. As I watched her in full nude, I realised how correct Minudi was about the beauty of her body. Her waist, belly & hips were most attractive. The curves, coupled with slight creases on the skin and the salt & pepper pubic hair looked awfully sexy. Even the light stretch marks on her belly looked sexy. Her pubic hair was not as abundant as mashi's, but still there was plenty of it, long & curly. The most exciting bit was grey hair in equal proportion as black. 

I was desperate to feel her rich pubic hair and poured some oil on and around it. As I put my fingers into the lush bush, she tried to resist.

She said in a husky voice, "My child, you have put this widow's body in fire. No man touched me for more than five years and this wretched body still needs the loving touch of a man. Today your hands gave me a lot pleasure. But you are my own grandchild and I can't go beyond a limit with you. If you touch me there, I won't be able to control my self. So, please my child, don't touch me there."

While she said this she sat up and held me in her arms. My naked hairy chest touched her boobs and a shiver ran down my spine. She kissed me on my forehead and cheeks with her wet lips. I returned her kiss on her lips and pressed her body tightly on mine. Her body was still shaking and parting her lips she passionately took my tongue in. The kiss ended all her resistance and our tongues warmly played with each other. As the kiss ended, she stood up and asked me to join her in the bathroom. I realised the inhibitions of her orthodox mind was trying to win over her lust and obediently followed her. She didn't bother to put on any clothes and walked naked through the lonely corridor to the bathroom. As she walked gracefully, her tall naked body looked so very youthful. It was hard to imagine she was well past fifty years. 

As we entered the bathroom, she said, "So long you have taken very good care of me. Now let me give you a nice bath. But you have to take off that brief. Since you have made your grandma naked, it's only fair that you get naked too." ("Tumi etokshon amar onek jotno korechho. Eso, ami ebar tomay jotno kore snan koriye dei. Kintu ebar tomar jangiyata khule phelte hobe. Tumi tomar didake nangto korechho, ebar tomar uchit nangto hoye jaoa.")

I knew I couldn't avoid stripping any more and pulled my brief down to my heels, letting my erect cock to spring up. While stepping out of the brief I told her we should soap each other. But she didn't respond and I found her looking at my cock with wide eyes. 

She said in an excited voice, "Wow! I could never imagine your thing is so big. It's so very thick also. How wonderful!" ("O ma, amito bhabtei parini tomar jinishta eto boro. Ar ki mota! Ah, Darun!")

She sounded like a young girl pleased with a new toy. She excitedly came close to me and held the cock with two hands. She lovingly moved her fingers over it and opened the foreskin exposing the pink head, which was very much wet. She knelt down and kissed it and closely watched it moving her fingers over the swollen veins. She held my balls and lovingly pressed them. She ran her fingers through the pubic hair and putting her hand behind the balls felt the hairy stretch behind. Her fingers went further behind and touched my asshole.

As she fondled my cock, she asked me, "Do I take it that this old grandma of yours is responsible for this hard on? Or, are you thinking of any girl of your age?" ("Ami ki dhore nebo je tomar ei buri didake dekhe tomar ota erokom shokto heyechhe? Naki tumi kono tomar boyeshi meyer kotha bhabchho?")

I told her, "You are far from old. You are so attractive, I can't help getting excited." ("Tumi motei buro nao. Tumi eto bhalo dekhte je amar gorom hoya chhara kono upay nei. ")

As she excitedly played with my cock like a toy, I was sure her inhibitions was melting away. I held her tight in my arms and kissed her lips. She responded eagerly and we got entangled in a very sensual long lasting kiss. As I kissed her, my chest pressed on her boobs and her large nipples tingled on my chest. I pressed her soft butts with both hands and she, gripping my cock hard, moved it on her pubic bush. 

As the kiss ended, she said in an emotional voice, "I could never imagine your manhood could be so exciting to me. I know I am doing something wrong. But having not been loved by any man for many years, this wretched body can't resist the temptation of being loved by a young stud." ("Ami swapneo bhabte parini tomar porush amake emon bhabe uttejito korbe. Ami jani eta khub pap. Kintu ei pora sorirta, jeta bohu bochhor purusher bhalobasa payni, ekta joyan chheler bhalobasa pabar lobh chharte parchhena.")




Adorable Woman Pt. 02





I have kept you waiting too long for this part, but I am finally happy that the second part finally did get finished. I really hope you enjoy it as much as you did the first part.

rubysen)

Relationship with ma gets closer, but she still remains an enigma.

*

After we came back from the village after celebrating my eighteenth birthday, my relationship with Ma became much closer. She was no longer my guardian, but became a very special friend & a guide. Another change in me was the level of confidence with women. In college, I was no longer shy or uneasy with girls and in their company I carried myself very well. I could concentrate much better in studies, as I had no distracting thoughts about women.

Ma was now totally frank & open on everything, particularly about sex. She cleared all my doubts about man woman relationship, told me about what women like & how to please women both emotionally and physically. Best thing was the way she told me all these. She never sounded as if she was sermonising. She told me stories from mythology, epics and literature, both Indian & Western. She suggested books to me, which had a strong erotic content, but in excellent literary form. She even told me real life stories. This way, her company was extremely enjoyable for me and both of us tried to find, as much time as we could, to spend in talking to each other.

She often stimulated me by her excellent narration of real life stories. It appeared she was a confidant to quite a few people, who shared their secrets with her. There were occasions, when she was the eyewitness of passionate lovemaking. She narrated to me some of these incidents. She wrote a few erotic stories and she let me read those. Those stories ran riot in my psyche. Some of the stories involved sex between two women and I wondered if she had such tendencies. 

Despite my very intimate & open relationship, Ma still remained an enigma to me. When it came to physical intimacy, she maintained an invisible barrier against me. I never got an opportunity to see her in the nude. Occasionally, usually at bedtime or early in the morning, I saw her only in a sari which allowed me to see her naked body silhouetted under light fabric. But that only made my desire stronger. 

Bathing with ma

One day, I felt pretty desperate to see her in naked glory and told her I wanted to bathe with her. I wasn't expecting her to say yes, but she very willingly agreed. After dad (Baba) left for office, she asked me to join her in the bathroom. 

As I entered, she was washing clothes with her petticoat and bra on. She finished washing and asked me to come closer. She gave me a hug, kissed me on the cheek and then started undressing me. She pulled out my vest over my head and fondly moved her hand over my chest. She tickled my tiny nipples and as they became hard, she gave a naughty smile. She put her lips on the nipples and kissed. The tingling sensation, which was continuing so long, turned stronger with her kiss. She gave a light bite with her teeth and I moaned. Now she unbuttoned my shorts, which was tenting with a strong erection. She pulled down both my shorts & the brief and I stood stark naked with my manhood standing erect. She looked at it for some time but didn't touch it.

We were both silent - she had a naughty smile on her face but I was too excited to smile. After she poured a few mugs of water on me, she lowered her petticoat exposing her belly button & her lower belly and tied it just above her crotch. She had awfully sexy creases in her belly and a line of hair going down from her belly button down to her crotch. Just above the waistband of her petticoat, the line of hair became thicker and a few streaks of hair popped out, hinting at a thick bush below. She raised her arms to tie her hair in a knot and I was enamoured to see rich growth of hair in her armpits. She poured water on her own body and now her petticoat clung to her body, letting me see her hips & thighs and a large dark patch under her wet petticoat. I was frustrated as she belied my expectation of undressing fully. But at the same time, I was extremely excited at what I saw.

She stood behind me and scrubbed my back and then knelt down to soap to my legs. Her hands moved up along my thighs and then on my ass. She parted my butt cheeks and I felt her breathe in my crack. I was awed that she smelled my ass hole. She thoroughly soaped inside my crack. I felt a strong sensation and squirmed. She inserted her hand between my thighs and held my balls and then explored the hairy stretch behind the balls. She then soaped that area. After soaping, she stood up and turned me around. She was no longer smiling and her face was a bit flushed. She soaped my chest and making me lift my arms smelled my armpits and said it smelled of perspiration, exactly like my dad's. ("Bogoler ghamer gondho thik tor Babar moto.") She rubbed the soap hard in the thick hair and later cleaned the place with water. She again smelled the armpits and said all the smell of perspiration was gone. ("Ghamer gondho ekdom chole gechhe")

At this point, I put my hands in her armpits and felt the wetness due to perspiration. I rubbed my hands for a while and then smelled my hands. I was surprised there was no smell of perspiration. It was only a mild odour of talc and her very special body aroma. I smelled her armpits, putting my nose in -- the same aroma was stronger, but no smell of perspiration. Ma noticed my surprised look and smiled proudly.

I felt a surge of emotion in my mind and holding her in my hand asked her to kiss me. ("Amake ekta chumu khabe, ma?") 

She fulfilled my wish and holding my face in her hands kissed me on the lips. I hungrily opened my lips and she slowly inserted her tongue. She softly explored my mouth with her tongue and I got a heavenly sensation. The kiss became stronger and finally our lips & tongues passionately played with each other. We were sucking each other very strongly and the passion ran high. My manhood was pressed on her belly, which felt awfully soft. Her hands strongly scratched my back and my hands squeezed her butts through her petticoat. After sometime, we both felt breathless and we disengaged. I remembered her first kiss on my birthday. This time it was much more passionate & demanding. 

She now squatted down in front of me and lifted her petticoat above her knees. I could see her legs with light curly hair and some part of her inner thighs, which were fair & silky smooth. Her bra was conservative type and made of thick fabric. I couldn't see her nipples or aureoles, even when it was wet. But as she was squatting in front of me I looked down and saw her lovely inviting cleavage. She soaped my belly and the fronts of my thighs and then cleaned up the thigh joints. Finally she held my cock and it gave me a strong squeeze. 

She lovingly soaped along the whole length and commented, "I touched & tasted it earlier but I am seeing it under clear light for the first time. It is very nice in size, long & thick." ("Age etake hate chhunyechhi, mukhe niyechhi, kintu ei prothom poriskar aloy dekhchhi. Sundor hoyechhe, lomba ar mota.") Her voice trailed off and I couldn't hear what she said at the end. 

As I told her I couldn't hear her properly, she raised her head and said, "I always thought your dad's one is very large, but yours is still bigger & thicker." ("Bhabtam tor babarta khub boro, kintu ekhon dekhchhi tor ta aro lomba ar mota.") 

She continued soaping the shaft and opened the foreskin. She ran her finger along the groove between the skin & the head and found a thin layer of wet dirt. Shee scooped it up with her fingertip and smelled it, "Ah, what a strong male smell!" she commented. ("Ah, ki purushali gondho!") As she carried on soaping & cleaning my cock, I was in seventh heaven. 

By now I was too eager to see her naked and mustering courage, asked her, "Ma, don't you get naked when you bathe?" ("Ma, tumi snan korar somoy nangto haona?")

"Yes my child, I do. But today I will get naked only after you finish your bath and go out." ("Hyan baba, hoi. Kintu aj tumi snan seshe kore beriye jabar pore nangto hobo.") 

This shattered all my hope and I felt totally dejected. I thought I would push her but thought better of it, as I knew it was hard to make her change her decision. 

By now she had stood up and faced me. Looking at my sad eyes, she lifted my chin and said, "You are feeling sad, aren't you? Are you really so eager to see your mom naked? Just to honour your wish, I will strip naked, but you can only see my back. I can't stand naked and face you." ("Mon kharap hoye gechhe, tai na babu? Sotyi tor make nangto dekhte tor eto ichchhe? Thik achhe, sudhu tor kotha rakhte ami puro nangto hobo, kintu tui sudhu amar pechonta dekhte pabi. Ami nangto hoye tor mukhomukhi hote parbona.")

I was very confused what her inhibitions were, but I realised how much love & affection she had for me. I also felt she would some day grant my wish in full. But then I wondered what I actually wished. Did I just want to savour her naked body with my eyes, or to touch & fondle her, or to make love to her? When it struck me my real wish was the last one, I felt rather awkward that I wanted to penetrate the tunnel, through which I came to the world. Though I felt ashamed at my thought, I knew my wish was so strong that it will chase me all the time till it is fulfilled. At this stage, I remembered the story of Oedipus, who unknowingly married his mother. My mind was in turmoil as I remembered it was ma who gave me the Greek tragedy to read. 

As ma turned back, I kissed her neck and she shuddered. As she placed her hand on the hook of the bra, I removed it. In the past, I never had a chance to open a woman's bra. But I was keen to try it. As I tried the hook, it looked tricky. I observed it carefully and found out how the two hooks clasped each other. 

I deftly unclasped them and ma clapped and said, "Bravo, it's unbelievable you are unhooking a bra for the first time. I hope you are not practising with any woman behind my back. I remembered how your dad fumbled with it on first two three occasions." ("Bah, chomotkar. Keu bhabtei parbena tui prothom brar hook khulchhis. Amay na janiye kono meyer sathe practice korchhisna to? Amar mone pore tor baba prothom dutin bar kemon khabi kheyechhilo.") 

I slipped off the straps and removed the bra and with lot of efforts controlled my urge to touch her bare breasts. Ma untied the string of her petticoat and it dropped on the floor. I was amazed at the sight of the butts, which were ample in size, beautifully curved both along the sides & towards the back and the skin was silky smooth & much fairer than the rest of her body. It looked awfully soft and I felt like fondling them. As my eyes moved down, I loved her thighs, which were a little flabby, but looked soft & silky. I silently watched her beauty and a strong desire to touch her naked backside gripped me. 

As if she read my mind, ma said in a husky voice, "You may soap my back, if you so wish." ("Tui jodi chas tahole, amar pithe saban makhiye dite paris."). 

I couldn't believe my luck and started soaping her back with all the love & lust accumulated in my mind. As I soaped her neck and then down to her waist, I noticed that along her spine there was a small groove on her flesh running down to her waist and then disappeared in her bum. I soaped her arms, first on the outer side and then on the inner side. Ma moved her arms sideways to accommodate me and when my hands reached her underarms she raised her arms to give me full access to her hairy armpits. I felt lovely as my fingers moved on the furry patch. I brought my hands down along the sides of her back and felt the bulges of her breasts. My hands trembled in excitement. 

At this point, ma said, "You can't soap the front of my breasts. Stay where you are." ("Tui buker samner dike aste parisna. Jekhane achhis, sekhanei thak") 

I reluctantly withdrew my hand and said, "I can soap your belly, can't I?" ("Tomar pete to saban makhate pari, tai na?")

She answered with mild 'hmm' and I wrapped my arms around her waist and soaped her belly. The small layers of flab felt awesome and I revelled in the softness. Her bellybutton was very deep and as I played my finger in it, ma hummed like a bee. As my hand moved lower, I felt the line of hair going down from her belly button and soon my fingers brushed the edges of her bush, giving me a wild sensation. 

Just then she whispered, "That's out of bounds. Prohibited area!" ("Ota simanar baire, nishiddho onchol.")

I startled and removed my hand. As my hand was back on her waist, she said, "You can soap me anywhere in my backside, but not everywhere in the front." ("Pechoner dike tui jekono jaygay saban makhate paris, kintu samne sob jaygay noy.") 

I was delighted as she allowed me to touch her butts, which I thought was one of the most desirable parts of her body. I touched those lovely mounds and felt so excited that I kissed the butts repeatedly. 

She squirmed at this sudden overture from me and said my job was to soap her and not anything else. ("Ei, ki korchhis, tor kaj saban makhano ar kichhu noy"). But by now I was kissing all over her butts with all my emotions. Her voice trailed off midway through the sentence and she started whining slowly. I licked her soft & silky skin and also pressed the soft mass, which melted in my hands. Ma was now moaning strongly and with her hands behind her she tightly held my hair. By now she had parted her legs a bit and through the gap between her fleshy thighs I could see a thick tuft of hair. The hair was rich and made me more excited. I pushed my hand through the gap and as the hair brushed my hands, she closed the gap between her thighs, forcing me to withdraw. 

As I continued fondling her butts with my hand, lips & tongue, she screamed and said she can't take it any more and begged me to stop. ("Ami ar tor ador nite parchhina baba, ebar tham.") But by then I had parted her butt cheeks, started touching, licking & smelling her private hole surrounded by puckered skin with light hair and was feeling wild sensation. She was now squirming & whining strongly. Even inside that hole there was no foul smell, only a sexy scent of a woman. The aroma made me wild and I inserted my tongue inside. She was now screaming louder and shaking heavily. Finally she broke open from me and pulled up her petticoat to cover from her breasts to crotch and faced me with a flushed face. Even in that excited state she didn't let me have a look at her frontal nudity. Her hair had fallen open, her breathing was deep & heavy, her pink lips were slightly parted and her nostrils quivered. She looked like a goddess! 

She said in a firm tone, "When I exposed my backside to you, I never expected you to get so wild with my bum and make me excited too. Now I have to cool you down. Now let me take care of that thing. What would you prefer me to use, hand or mouth?" ("Jokhon nijer nangto pechhon toke dekhalam, bhabini je tui amar pachha dekhe eto gorom hoye jabi ar amakeo gorom kore dibi. Ekhon amake otake thanda korte hobe. Ne amake otar ekta byabostha korte de. Hat na mukh, tor konta pochhondo?") 

I said, "If you do it with your mouth, I may shoot inside your mouth." ("Mukh diye korle to amar sob kichhu tomar mukhe chole jabe.") 

"You don't worry about that," she said and kneeling down in front of me, took my cock in her mouth. She quickly gulped it in full and I wondered how deep her mouth was. As she moved her mouth over my shaft and swirled her tongue over it, I moaned heavily. Soon I was hitting the roof in excitement and warned her that I was going to cum ("Ami ar dhore rakhte parchhina") She was unfazed and continued sucking me. As I started shooting, she swallowed some of the shots and then took her mouth out. She held the cock in her grip and directed the discharge. The shots hit her face, neck and cleavage. 

After the last drop came out, she stood up, turned back and dropped her petticoat. She asked me to pour water on my body. As I did so, she asked me to stand apart and dry myself. Now she poured lots of water on her naked body. She soaped her breasts & crotch and even by watching her from behind, I felt a stir in my cock. While soaping her crotch she parted her thighs again and as I could see the movement of her fair hand over the dark & furry patch, I felt a wild sensation. As she was drying herself, I noticed my hard on was in full vigour. She asked me to give her the fresh petticoat & sari. She tied the petticoat and wrapped the sari loosely around her body. As she turned back, I hurriedly pulled up my tight brief. But before I could do so, she noticed my fresh hard on.

She smiled at me and said, "It's amazing how quickly a young man regains his erection. Your dad after our marriage, though he was much older than you, used to have his erection almost through the night. Now his one gets limp after one shot and the hard on has to be brought back after quite a bit of effort." ("Obak lage, kom boyoshe ota koto taratari abar shokto hoye jay. Biyer pore, jokhon tor baba tor theke onek boro chhilo. ota sara rat shokto hoye thakto. Ar ekhon ekbarer pore ota norom hoye jay ar onek chesta kore otake shokto kora jay.") 

As we came out of the bathroom, she sprinkled talc on both our bodies. As she dressed up, she continued, "In those days, your dad was keen to do it repeatedly, even up to four times in one night. I found it very difficult to cope with him. But now it's the other way round. He hardly asks for a second round, but I want to go all night. I am noticing this surge in hunger for last couple of years. It's very painful, particularly because it hurts my feminine pride to beg for it." ("Sei somoy, tor baba barbar korte chaito, kokhono kokhono ek rate charbar poryonto. Ami or sathe pere uthtam na. Ekhon kintu ulto. O ajkal dwitiyobar kortei chayna, kintu amar sararat dhore korbar ichchhe thake. Bochhor duek holo, ami dekhchhi amar kshideta khub bere gechhe. Amar khub jontrona hoy, kintu bhikshe chaite amar narir atmasommane badhe.") I really felt sorry for her and realised she must be feeling very horny after bathing with me.

I asked her, "Ma, you still must be feeling very hot. You cooled me down, but never tried to cool yourself down. You must be feeling lot of uneasiness. Why don't you give yourself some pleasure with your fingers? I am leaving the room" ("Ma, tumi nischoi ekhono khub gorom hoye royechho. Tumi amake to thanda korle, kintu nije thanda hobar jonyo kichhu korlena. Tomar nischoi khub aswasti hochchhe. Tumi keno angul diye aram korchhona? Ami ghor chhere chole jachchhi.")

She gave a smile that had both sadness & love in it and said, "You are a gem, my child. I am so touched at your feeling for me. But I can hold my passion and let it die down in natural course. One can't always succumb to ones hunger." ("Tui ekta sona chhele. Amar kosto tui eto bujhis. Ami amar bheteorer aguntake dhore rakhte pari, jate ota nije thekei nibhe jay. Sobsomoy to sorrier kshider kachhe matha noyano jayna.")

After that day, my feelings for her took a new turn. I felt sad, as she couldn't have enough physical pleasure. At the same time, I admired her for holding her mid age passion under control. Now I wanted her physically a lot more, not only for my own pleasure but to give her the best pleasure, which she deserved. But she didn't let me break the barrier and have physical intimacy. 

Stunning discovery of Ma's bi-sexuality 

About six months later, something happened that changed my whole perspective. 

One day, I came back from college early. There was a known pair of ladies shoe at the doorstep. It was my pishimoni, my father's younger sister. She was brought up in our house and ma was her guardian. She was 28 at that time and was married 3 -- 4 year ago. She & ma were very close to each other and pishimoni, after her marriage often came over to spend time with ma. Pishimoni had a very attractive figure, slim but curvaceous in right places, but as I saw her from a very young age I never felt any sexual attraction for her.




Adorable Woman Pt. 02



As I entered the house, I found the curtain was drawn in ma's bedroom and there was complete silence. I was sure they were having a nap and didn't disturb them. I decided to have a nap too and after a wash headed for my room. Now I heard some sound in ma's bedroom and thought they were awake. As I removed the curtain and went in to say hello to pishimoni, I was confronted with a scene, which I couldn't imagine in my wildest dream. I was initially dumbfounded, but as I regained my senses I wanted to run away. But what was happening in front of me was so fascinating I was unable to move my feet, which were stuck to the floor with some strong adhesive. 

Pishimoni & Ma were passionately kissing each other. Both of them were wearing petticoat & bra. They were completely absorbed in heavenly pleasure & their eyes were closed. Ma took her mouth out after a while and was licking pishimoni's neck with her tongue. The pink tongue moved like a snake on pishimoni's tan skin and looked very exciting. She licked her cleavage and then lifting her arm licked her armpit. I was a bit surprised to see pishimoni's armpits completely shaved. I saw her armpits earlier when there was quite a bit of hair. But now the smooth silky skin gave her a very different look.

Pishimoni had a lacy black bra, which Ma unclasped and revealed her wonderful boobs. Her conical boobs were really firm, though quite large. The nipples were not all that large, but were fully erect. Ma lovingly fondled her boobs and started sucking one nipple, while pressing the other. Pishimoni whined very strongly and shook in excitement. Slowly ma moved down and licked her belly; she swirled her tongue on the bellybutton. She untied the petticoat string and started pushing it down with her tongue. 

Her completely flat belly looked beautiful and as the petticoat moved down, I was eagerly waited to see her pussy. But there was a black panty inside. It was pretty small and tightly clung to her body. The skin just outside & above was clean, though I was expecting to see streaks of hair. The crotch of the panty was wet but didn't cling to the pussy. Apparently there was some soft layer between the fabric and the pussy and I guessed it was a thin layer pubic hair. I had once seen her only in panty & bra, when she was changing dress. Though it was for a short time, I distinctly remembered what I saw. Apart from hairy armpit, I saw hair coming out of the sides & waistband of the panty, which was much larger than this one. Besides, the panty crotch looked pretty dark and swollen, hinting at lots of hair underneath. I wondered why her pubic hair so much less.

As ma was kissing all over her shapely thighs, she lifted her hips and pushed down her petticoat. She pushed ma aside and standing up, took off the petticoat. Pishimon's body was awesome to look at. She had a trim waist under which her sculptured butt flared out. Her boobs, though very large, were shapely & firm. As she lied down on her back, ma bent down and started pulling the panty down by holding the waistband with her teeth. As the panty inched down, her lovely pubic bush got slowly exposed. The hair was uniform like the grass of a well-manicured lawn and the shape was a perfect triangle. The hair was completely wet and the profile of a pair of swollen labia was clearly visible. 

Both of them looked extremely excited and as ma attempted to lick her pussy, she pulled at the string of ma's petticoat. The string became loose but the knot wasn't fully undone. As ma sat up, the petticoat slipped down almost to her crotch and I could see ma's awesome belly almost down to her crotch. I could see ma's ass exposed to couple of inches below the top of her crack. As she turned around, I saw the sexy creases on her belly with the thin line of hair from bellybutton downward and the top edge of her dense bush. I was wild in excitement and started fondling my cock through my shorts, which was having a raging hard on. 

Ma lifted the hem of her petticoat exposing her fleshy thighs almost in full and straddled pishimoni around her neck, facing towards her legs & placing her knees on her both sides. She lowered her crotch almost on pishimoni's face. She urged her to eat her, ("Amake kha") and I could see pishimoni excitedly lifting her face. From the slurping sound pishimoni made, I could make out she was sucking ma's pussy, though ma's hips & crotch and pishimoni's face was hidden under ma's petticoat. Ma's face was now flushed in excitement and her hair fell open. As she raised her arms to tie the hair in a knot, I saw her lovely armpit with thick black hair overflowing to the inside of the arms and a couple of lines of crease on the fair skin below.

Ma was now moaning very loudly and shook her hips. At this stage, I heard pishimoni crying out asking ma to eat her. ("Tumio amake khao, boudi") Pishimoni was visibly excited and arched her body lifting her pussy up in the air. Ma looked down at the inviting erotic spot and bent her face down. Just before she did so, she looked up and I was directly in her view. I was caught completely unaware and immediately removed my hand, which was under my shorts and jerking my cock. Ma looked pretty cool and I didn't try to run away as she gave me a nod of approval. I felt pretty relieved and started watching the two women, who were both very attractive in their own ways. Ma was tall, fair and on the heavy side. Pishimoni had a darker complexion, shorter than ma by an inch or so and had a sculptured figure. 

Before ma buried her face on pishimoni's crotch, she looked at me again with an assuring smile and moved her hand asking me to come closer. I was very surprised as ma welcomed me to watch her lesbian action. As ma was a little late, pishimoni showed her impatience by pushing her pussy up in the air and again urged ma to eat her. ("Amake khachchhona keno boudi") Ma responded quickly by parting her labia under the thick layer of hair and slowly attacked her clit with her tongue. As I was now standing close by, I could see the lovely pink tunnel through the parted hair. As ma buried her face, pishimoni writhed and her mouth, which was hidden under ma's partly covered hips made strong slurping sound. I remembered having seen Minudi, mami & mashi sucking each other, but that wasn't as appealing as what I was watching.

By now ma also shook in excitement and I watched her partly naked body closely. Her wide & fair back was completely bare, except for the bra straps. Her petticoat covered only a part of her hips and the lower part of her ass, thighs & legs were completely exposed. Her fleshy thighs were silky smooth and her legs were covered with light curly hair, which added to the sexiness. After gripping pishimoni's pussy by her mouth, ma took out her hands and moved her hand towards me trying to locate me. As I moved closer, she got hold of my shorts with one hand and pulled at it. She located the waistband of my shorts and her fingers fiddled with the buttons. With this clear signal from her, I unbuttoned my shorts and she pulled it down. As I had no brief underneath, her hand landed on my erect cock and immediately gripped it. By now pishimoni was making high pitch sound and was shaking heavily with onset of an orgasm. Ma's body also shook very heavily and her moans were very strong. Her grip became tighter on my cock and I realised she was under a wave of orgasm. 

The orgasms for both of them were very long lasting and to me it looked endless. Finally, pishimoni dropped her hips (which were so long raised up in the air) on the bed and ma collapsed on pishimon's thighs almost simultaneously. While pishimoni lay still, ma recovered quickly and moved her hips away from pishimoni's face. I could, for a split second, see the bottom of ma's ass and a tuft below, which were completely wet. In fact drops of liquid were flowing down her inner thighs. As she moved her hip away, I saw pisimoni's lips and the surrounding area were smeared with her pussy juice and she was licking her lips. Ma sat by her side and after a loving kiss on her face wiped her face dry. Ma was still holding my cock with one hand. Now she held pishimoni's hand and placed it on my cock. Ma's hand, which held my cock so long, was quite warm, though it was a little damp with perspiration. But pishimoni's hand was very cold and its touch sent a shiver through my spine.

Ma gives me the opportunity to have sex with her female partner, my own aunt

Pishimoni was lying with her eyes closed and the feel of my cock in her hand startled her. Her drowsiness was immediately gone and on opening her eyes wide she was shocked to see me standing naked with her hand on my erect cock. I felt a bit uneasy at her shocked expression, but ma had a naughty smile on her face.

The feeling of shock was short lived and jumping up on the bed with an elated face she said, "O my god, I can't believe this! My little child is standing naked in front of me. And look at how big is his thing now. I only remember his small thing when I used to bathe him." (" O ma, amar biswas hochchhena amar sei chhotto khokake ami chokher samne nangto dekhchhi! Ar dekho or sei chhotto nunu, jeatke ami oke snan koranor somoy dekhtam, ekhon koto bishal hoyechhe.") 

She drew me closer and holding my cock in her hands, played with it like a toy. She placed it between her boobs and pressed the two globes on it and then she moved it all around her belly. She opened the foreskin and brushed the tip on her nipples. Wow! What a sensation it was. 

At this stage, ma stood up and said, "While you two play together, let me have my bath. ("Tora dujone khela kor. Ami snan kore asi.") 

She collected her clothes, walked up to the bathroom door and turning her back to us, took off her bra and dropped her petticoat completely exposing her naked backside. Her tall figure with a wide back and a large curvaceous bottom standing on long legs looked very imposing. To me, it was far more enticing than the sculptured figure of pishimoni. She entered the bathroom and without turning, pushed the door closed. I again felt a burning desire to see her naked front and wondered how long she would hide it from me.

As ma disappeared in the bathroom, pishimoni said, "She is really great! See how permissive she is."

Pishimoni was now tightly embracing me and kissing me all over. She placed her wet lips on mine and I parted my lips to welcome her. We had a long tongue-to-tongue kiss and I enjoyed her lean & lithe sexy body on mine.

As the kiss ended, pishimoni expressed her surprise, "Oh you really know how to kiss a woman. Who taught you? Your girlfriend?"

As I didn't answer her question and gave only a naughty smile, she asked me, "Do you like women talking dirty?" ("Tui meyedher mukhe nongra kotha sunte bhalobasis?")

I remembered my experience with women in the village and again gave her a naughty smile, but no answer. 

She got the message and shoot out a barrage of questions, "You must have fucked women, haven't you? How many women have you screwed? Have you sucked women's cunt? In which position have you fucked? Do you know how to enter the cunt of a woman from behind?" ("Tui nischoi meyeder chudechhis, tai na? Kota meyechheleke gadon diyechhis? Gud kheyechhis kokhono? Koto rokom bhabe chudechhis? Janis pechhon theke ki kore meyeder gud e banra dhokate hoy?")

I was pretty exasperated at the volley of questions and said, "Why ask too many questions? Why don't you taste my fucking?" ("Eto prosno korchho keno? Amake diye ekbar mariye dekhona?")

She gave an appreciative look and welcomed me with open arms. I had a feeling this woman was a connoisseur of sex and deserved & needed real pleasure. I started exploring her body with my lips & tongue. I sucked her nipples & squeezed her firm boobs and she strongly moaned. I explored every corner of her body, her neck, armpits, belly button, thigh joints et all and she squirmed with joy. Licking her armpits was a real pleasure as it was silky smooth and had a lovely aroma of perfume. I turned her over and ran my tongue all along her spine down to the top of her crack. 

I opened her cheeks and was enamoured to see her asshole with deep brown puckered skin around. I pushed my finger in the hole and she writhed strongly. As I slowly pushed my finger inside, she moaned softly and expanded her asshole letting my finger go deeper. As I moved my finger in & out, she rhythmically moved her ass, showing she liked it. After a while, I took my finger out and started licking her hole. At the first touch of my tongue she wriggled so strongly, I had to hold her ass strongly. I found no foul smell but a very different aroma, which was very intoxicating. I slowly pushed my tongue in and she expanded the hole. Going inside the hole was an exhilarating experience and she responded with very strong grunts. Soon the grunts turned into high-pitched wails. She was shaking uncontrollably and screamed she couldn't take it any more. ("Ami ar sojhyo korte parchhina.") I slowed down my pace and gradually withdrew my tongue. 

I turned her around and spreading & folding her legs attacked her pussy. I didn't have to search through the grassy patch for too long and found her clit. It was so swollen it tended to come out in the open. I played my tongue on the throbbing piece of flesh and started biting it. Pishimoni responded at my overtures too strongly and moved her body so restlessly that I couldn't hold my face in place. 

She cried out, "Please stop, I will cum just now if you do this anymore. I want you to fuck me and make me cum." ("Tui ekhuni tham. Ar ektu korlei ami jol khosiye phelbo. Tui amake chod, chude amar jol khosa.")

Saying this, she held my hair and pulled my head out of her crotch. She looked pretty frantic and getting up from bed she got on four legs inviting me to her lovely cunt. Realising her desperate state, I stood behind her and plunged my cock deep inside her slippery hole. The first entry made her wail and she continued hollering as I rammed my cock in her cunt. 

She screamed, "Fuck, fuck me hard, fuck me to death." ("Chod, jore, aro jore chod. Chude amar gud phatiye dey.")

Her excitement also made me wild and I fucked her like nobody's business. While thrusting my rod in & out I bent forward and gripped her boobs with my both hands and fondled the mounds, gradually increasing the pressure. Having stroked her so hard, I suddenly realised the tip of my cock was bursting and I would shoot out any moment. As this could be too early for her, I slowed down a bit trying to hold longer. But she was too impatient and kept on screaming, urging her to fuck harder. At this stage I felt a soft hand touching my balls; it was ma fondling me from behind. She fondled the balls & the stretch behind and I had a very exciting sensation. By now pishimoni was showing signs of orgasm and I started stroking her with full gusto. Suddenly I felt ma's finger in my ass hole and she quickly inserted her whole finger inside and that was the last straw on camel's back. I immediately started shooting out and filled pishimoni's tunnel with lots of warm liquid. Pishimoni had a volcanic orgasm and she collapsed on the bed. 

As I lay exhausted and enjoyed ma's soft hand on my forehead, I realised it was very exhilarating fuck and I possibly never spent so much energy at a time. It was more than playing football for an hour. Both pishimoni & I fell off to sleep with ma sitting between us and caressing both of us like young children. 

I woke up very late and found ma sitting beside me and reading a book. Pishimoni was not to be seen and ma said she had gone home. She added, "She felt too ashamed to face you and fled." I wondered if she was not in her senses when she had sex with me. 

That night ma sleeps with me and reveals how she turned bi-sexual

I realised I was completely naked and ma had covered me with a sheet. As I got up from bed, ma smilingly looked at my cock, which had a partial hard on. Picking up my shorts, I went to the bathroom. The image of ma's naked backside, particularly her butts came to my mind and I immediately had a strong hard on. I jerked myself off and took my bath. As I came out, ma was not in the bed and called me for dinner. Baba was away on tour and two of us had a quiet dinner. 

After dinner, I told ma if she would let me sleep in her bed. I was not sleepy at all and I wanted to chat with her. She smilingly agreed and I retired in her bed. She came to the bedroom after a while and went to the bathroom. She didn't close the door and was having a wash. She took off her blouse & bra and covered her top by wrapping her sari. She untied the petticoat string and pulled it down. She stepped out of the petticoat and tied her sari a few inches below her belly button. I could see her belly with lovely sexy creases. She lifted her sari above her knees and poured water on her feet. Her fair legs with light curly hair looked very nice. She soaped her arms, then her armpits and finally her face. I felt a strong stir in my cock as I saw her thick armpit hair getting covered with lather and had a glimpse of the side of her breast. She rinsed her arms & armpit and face with water. She soaped her belly and then my eyes popped out as she pushed her hand under her sari and soaped her crotch. As she rinsed her belly and then her crotch, the sari was wet and the dark patch between her thighs was almost visible through the thin fabric of the sari. As she came out wiping herself with a towel, I tried in vein to control my raging hard on. 

Ma ignored my hard on and standing under the fan enjoyed the cool breeze. She lifted her face up and enjoyed the cool breeze hitting her face. With the sari partly wet, not much of her fair & large body was left to imagination and I had a feast for my eyes. At this stage, I remembered watching her wearing only a chemise on the last night at village and wanted to see her again in a chemise. I asked her if she has any chemise. She said she might have a couple of old chemises of her mother in the cupboard and asked me what I had in mind. 

I said, "You look very different, neat & beautiful in a chemise. I still remember seeing you wearing a chemise, night before we left grandma's place. I want to see you again." ("Sudhu chemise porle tomake khub onyorokom, porishkar ar bhari sundor dekhay.) Didar bari theke asar ager ratre tumi sudhu chemise pore chhile. Sei cheharata amar ekhono mone achhe. Ami abar tomake chemise pore dekhte chai.")

She gave me an indulgent, at the same time an exasperated look and said, "It's difficult to cope with your funny demands." ("Tor odbhut sob bayna. Ar parina.")

She started looking into the cupboard and after a long search she found an old chemise. She gave a winner's smile and showed the chemise to me. She turned back from me, and took off the sari. I felt thankful to her for letting me see her backside again. She didn't rush to put on the chemise and started tying her hair in a braid. After the hair was done, she got busy in sprinkling talc on her body. She dabbed talc on her bum and finally sprayed cologne. From the movement of her hand I realised she sprayed cologne in her armpits, cleavage and wow, at the crotch! She now put on the chemise and faced me. The chemise was a little too small for her and it snugly hugged her soft body. It didn't reach her feet and ended at her calves. I was enamoured to see her lovely body clad in white thin fabric, letting me view her body particularly her breasts with brown aureoles & nipples and the dark large patch between her thighs. I felt the thin cover made her body more exciting.

As she was about to switch off the lamp, I told her not to. As she looked at me questioningly, I said I wanted to chat with her for a long time and wanted to see her face. ("Ami onekkhson tomar songe golpo korbo. Mukh dekhte na pele golpo korar moja nei.") Actually, I didn't want her rich body to disappear in darkness. She mumbled to say I was forcing her to keep awake till late night ("Amake rat jagte badhyo korbi dekhchhi.") and lay down by my side and she was on her back. The warmth and the aroma of her body gave me a heavenly sensation. I sat up and looked at her beautiful heart shaped face, with bright & loving eyes, chiselled nose and sensual pink lips. 




Adorable Woman Pt. 02



I kissed her eyes & forehead and after nudging her with my nose kissed her on the cheeks. I kissed her earlobe and then on the upper part of her ear. She shivered at my kiss and I realised I hit a sensitive spot. As I started licking her ear, she whined and shook in pleasure. I kept on licking her ear lovingly & sensually. She started moaning strongly and her arms were tightly holding my body. I felt her soft breasts pressed my chest and my excitement peaked. I moved the lower part of my body on her and my erect cock, though confined in my brief, was pressed on her belly. I shifted to her other ear and continued kissing and licking. She was almost screaming in pleasure and saying she couldn't take it any more. ("Oh ma go, ami ar parchhina") 

When she started begging me to stop I withdrew and looked at her face. She was totally flushed in her face, her eyes were watery and her lips were quivering. I parted my lips and in response she invitingly opened her lips. Our lips got drawn to each other like magnets and we kissed passionately. As her one hand strongly pulled my hair and the other hand scratched my back, I placed my full body weight on her. My balls were now brushing her furry patch through the thin fabric and that gave me a wild sensation. I inched my cock down and finally it was pressed against her thick bush. I felt a distinct dampness in the furry patch and started rubbing my cock. She was also moving her hips as we continued our most passionate kiss. After a long time our kiss ended and I fell down on the bed.

After a long silence ma asked, "How did you know I was most sensitive in my ears?"

I was surprised and said, "I didn't know. I discovered it today. You gave yourself away when I first kissed your earlobe."

She gave me an appreciative smile and said, "It's so nice of you to be concerned about a woman's pleasure. This will enable you to get the best out of a woman." After a pause she continued, "You know, my ears are more sensitive than my lips and at the first stage, those are more sensitive than even private erotic spot. I actually did not know about this myself. I had told you about my professor, who made love to me. It's he who discovered this and you won't believe he made me climax by just kissing & licking my ears. Today, after so many years I was about to climax with your overture on my ears. You stopped just before I was about to have my final blast."

I said, "Oh my god, I got a totally wrong signal when you begged me to stop. I feel so guilty about it!"

"No, you got the absolutely right signal," she said, "I really wanted you to stop. I am not ready yet to get the final pleasure from you."

I again realised she wouldn't lift the barrier so easily from me. 

I decided to divert the topic and asked, "Dad knows your sensitivity in the ears?"

"Yes, I made it known to him. But I made him feel as if it was his own discovery. I didn't have the heart to tell him it was another man who discovered it."

Now I placed my hand on her belly and slowly moved it down till such time I felt the furriness of her erotic zone. As I found no resistance from her, I placed my hand on her thick bush and let it remain there.

After a while she said, "You have been making too aggressive advances. You are bold enough to touch my private spot." 

This took the wind out of my sail and quickly removed my hand. 

She placed her hand on my shorts and after locating my erect cock she said, "I thought you were in a mood to chat and like to hear about my relationship with women. But now I find you too horny to be receptive to what I would like to tell you tonight." 

She took her hand off and said, "Look my son, I am used to the intimate company of only a 40+ man. He & I lay fully naked side by side, fondle each other's private parts and at the same time chat for hours with none of us getting too horny. Believe it or not, we chat even with his manhood inside me. We have matured over the years and learnt to control our physical desire, which is still quite strong. You are a young man with unlimited libido and if we are physically intimate, you get not only too excited but also make me too excited. It's not possible to chat properly if we are both so horny."

She continued, "Look, you have two options. We can have another round of fondling and I drain you out with my mouth, as I did the other day in the bathroom. Then we can chat later, when we sit across each other fully dressed. The other option is -- I undress you completely and you lie naked by my side. Both of us touch each other and we talk about something serious. If your manhood loses hardness, at least partially after ten or fifteen minutes, I tell you every thing about my relationship with women. Which one would you opt for?"

As I said "second one", she said, "I always knew you would be man enough to take on the challenge. The task is harder than you think. But I will do my best to divert your mind"

Saying this, she sat up, unbuttoned my shorts and pulled down the shorts & brief. As my erect cock sprang out in the open, she gave it a loving stroke and lay down. I turned to her side and cupped her boob in my palm. I rested my forearm on her belly. As I moved my elbow in search for her bush, she helped me and my elbow was now on the top of her bush. She softly held my cock in her hand. 

She started telling me a story. It was about an incident in her childhood. A gang of dacoits had attacked their village house at middle of the night. There was no male member at the house. My grandfather had gone to the town for a few days. The only male servant had taken the night off. Ma & grandma and Minudi & her mother were the only people at the house. The dacoits not only forced them to hand over the keys of the steel safe, but one of them was trying to rape grandma. It would have been a big disaster, but Minudi's mother's courage & presence of mind saved them. She managed to bolt the door of the room in which three of them were busy in opening the safe. She managed to get hold of an iron rod and hit the head of the other one who had attacked grandma. By this time, Minudi & ma cried out as loud as they could to wake up the neighbours. 

The story was hair rising and both of us suddenly realised my manhood was completely deflated. Our hands had also moved out from where they were. I was now playing with ma's armpit hair and she was running her fingers on my hairy chest, tickling my nipples from time to time with her nails. None of us mentioned anything and ma switched over to the topic of the night. 

"You asked me earlier about sexual relationship between women. I only briefly mentioned about Minu & I masturbating each other in our young days and also renewing the relationship later for a brief period. But that was not all. With Minu, it was only an outlet of sexual desire during a period of celibacy. But later I found much more. With more then one woman, I explored this part of my sexuality and this opened a new dimension. With Minu there was no physical or emotional attraction, just temporary horniness. But in other relationships there was strong physical attraction and some emotional involvement too." 

"You remember your elder cousin sister Rakhi used to stay with us from time to time when her parents were away. She was the first woman, with whom I had this relationship. She, as you know, was about nineteen at that time and though a bit short in height, had grown into a beautiful woman. She had a shapely figure, with nice curves but nothing excessive. She was extremely fair and her body hair was not black but golden brown. Her eyes were blue. On the overall, she was more like a Caucasian rather than Indian. "

"It started as a mere accident. One day, she & I were alone at home. Rakhi was in the bathroom having her bath. Suddenly I realised my bladder was full and I had a tremendous pressure to relieve myself. The flash in my bathroom wasn't working and I had to use the other bathroom. I realised pressure was too much and I would soil my clothes, if I wait too long. I knocked at the bathroom door and asked her if she could open the door. ("Rakhi, dorjata ektu khulte parbe?") As there was no answer, I realised she was naked and was too shy to open the door. I knocked again and asked her if she was naked. ("Tumi ki nangto?") Now she said in an embarrassed voice, she was stark naked. ("Hyan kakima, ekdom puro nangto.") I told her I had a tremendous pressure and I would soil my clothes if I wait too long." ("Amar osombhob hishi peyechhe. Ar deri korle kapor bhijiye phelbo.") 

"Rakhi immediately opened the door, standing stark naked facing me. I had no time to notice her and rushed inside to sit on the loo. As I lifted my sari & released the stream of water, it gushed out with such a high-pitched whistling sound that Rakhi looked at me with a start. While I was enjoying the feeling of relief, with Rakhi looking at me I realised in the rush to relieve myself I had lifted the sari far too much, (almost to my waist) and my private zone, both front & back, was totally exposed before her eyes. As she looked at me, the exposure caught her eyes and she was staring at my crotch. I should have been very embarrassed, but to my great surprise I was enjoying as she looked at my exposed thighs & belly and sides of my butts."

"I was feeling easy as the stream of water was running out endlessly and now looked at Rakhi. She initially had her face turned away from me, though I was sure she saw my naked butts in full when I was rushing to the loo with my sari & petticoat lifted to my waist. She turned towards me when my whistling sound was too high, but later turned to her side and was looking at me from time to time. I watched her lovely petite body, which looked much fairer without any clothes and admired it." 

"Her breasts were small enough to be fully covered by my palm, but very nicely shaped and with no sag whatsoever. Her aureoles & nipples were pink in colour, the nipples a shade darker than the aureoles. It was again something very uncommon for an Indian woman. Her arms were slim and quite long compared to her height. Her back was V shaped with a very narrow waist, which could be easily encircled by two hands. Her butts were really cute, each of the size of half a melon, but beautifully curved and heart shaped. Her belly was totally flat and ended at a large triangular bush the colour of which was dark brown. The bush looked like a small pyramid made of curly hair. Her body looked like a sculptor's creation, except for the bush, which looked too large on her petite frame. I realised my bush might be as large, but looked much smaller on my large structure." 

"I remembered having seen her mother naked while bathing together. I realised she inherited her petite frame from her mother. Her mother, even after having three children and at the age of thirty-five had an exactly similar figure. Only difference was in the colour of the skin & hair -- her mother had a dark brown skin and black body hair. As I watched her, I realised I was getting aroused and felt like touching her naked body. I felt rather ashamed at this thought, but my desire was too strong. Rakhi noticed my running stream was getting weaker and she came closer to me with water in a mug. As the stream turned into trickles, she handed the mug to me. After the last drop went out, I washed myself. I was awed that Rakhi was curiously looking at my crotch as I washed. I felt she liked my naked body and I felt secretly elated."

"As I finished, she got busy in soaping herself. I noticed she was trying to soap her back, but could reach only the shoulder and the small of her back. I went close and taking the soap from her, started rubbing it on her back. She gave me a sweet 'thank you' smile and I felt thrilled as I touched her naked back. As my hand was near her waist, I hesitated to go further down. I have been bathing in the nude with other women for many years. It's true that there is certain amount of sensuality involved when two naked women see & touch each other. But this was the first time I was feeling strongly aroused. Rakhi's naked body was too attractive for me and despite my strong mental resistance I was awfully tempted to hug her, kiss her, and crush her cute body with my hands. Only my social taboo was holding me back." 

"Just at this moment, Rakhi asked me if I would like to take my bath, as my clothes were partly wet. ("Kakima, tumi ki eksonge snan kore nebe?) Tomar kapor to besh bhije gechhe.") Though in my heart I very much welcomed this invitation, I showed certain amount of hesitation and said how I, being her aunt, could get naked in her presence. ("Snan kore nile to bhaloi hoto. Kintu ami tomar kakima hoye ki kore tomar samne nangto hobo?') But Rakhi, who was otherwise a shy & sober girl, almost ridiculed me by saying I had already showed off my naked lower part under pressure to pee and why should I feel shy now." ("Kakima, tomake nangto dekhte ar ki baki ache. Tumi jokhon tarahuro kore hishi korte bosle, tokhon to tomar komorer nich theke puro nangtoi dekhlam, pachha, samneta, sob. Ekhon ar lojja pachchho keno?")

"Her plain speaking made it clear that my shyness & hesitation made a mockery of modesty of an elder person. Having learnt my lesson, I gave a coy smile and said she was too naughty. As I started to pull off my sari, Rakhi came close to me and unhooking my blouse took it off. She went behind me and unclasped my bra. She slipped the straps down my arms and standing in front of me she pulled off my bra. Her face was at the same height as my breasts and she took her time to watch my breasts. She untied the petticoat string and as it dropped to the floor, I stepped out of it. She watched me from head to toe and even went behind me to have a look at my back. After a lengthy inspection of my naked body, she whispered, you are gorgeous! I felt real warmth in my heart and whispered back, you are very cute."

"We soaped each other for a long time and I enjoyed touching her naked body. The way she soaped my boobs with trembling hands, I felt she was getting crazy and wanted to squeeze my boobs. But she didn't and stopped after exploring my boobs all over. My nipples stood rock hard as her fingers brushed past them. When I soaped her boobs, I was dying to crush those lovely mounds and twist her pink nipples very hard. I knew once I give her smallest of indulgence, she would make wild love to me. But something within me held me back. I was ready to give myself away, if she took the first initiative. But she never did. Juices came out in continuous stream from my erotic centre and trickled down my thighs and I silently suffered. I was sure she suffered equally. But none of us were ready to break the barrier." 

"When we finished our bath and were drying ourselves, she said with a shy smile she enjoyed bathing with me. As I said I also enjoyed it equally, she pulled my face down and gave me a wet kiss on my cheeks. As I returned the kiss, our lips touched and she invitingly parted her lips. Just as I was about to put my lips on hers, I withdrew. Both of us were very disappointed, but never showed it." 

"That night, I felt very horny and completely stripped when I went to bed. Your dad was pleasantly surprised and made love to me. I was so horny that I had two orgasms, before he ejaculated. He asked me what was the reason, but I only smiled leaving him curious." 

"For next few days, I was dying to see Rakhi's naked body again, but controlled my urge. After a few days, Rakhi called me when she was having her bath. She wanted me help her in shampooing her hair. A shiver ran through my spine and I wanted to avoid this. But I had no good reason to refuse and as I entered the bathroom, my heart was beating very fast in nervousness." 

"I was surprised to see Rakhi was fully clothed in a skirt & blouse. I felt both disappointed & relieved that I wouldn't have to see her naked. I didn't say anything and as she sat down on the floor, I sat on a bath stool and started rinsing her hair. As her blouse was getting drenched with water & shampoo I thought it should be taken off. I told her so ("Jama bhije jachchhe to") and she nonchalantly asked me to take it off. ("Khule daona") As I unbuttoned her blouse, she spread her arms and I took it off. I saw thick & long dark brown hair in her underarms and felt strongly aroused. I knew I had invited both pleasure & trouble by asking her to take off the blouse." 

"After thoroughly shampooing her hair I made her raise her arms and used the lather to clean her armpit hair. I told her it's good to use shampoo in her armpits, as the hair was thick and long. ("Tomar bogoler chul khub lomba ar ghono to. Tai ekhane shampoo deoya bhalo.") She asked me if I shampoo my underarm hair, which were thick & long too and I said a soft yes. ("Tumio bogoler lomba ar ghono chule shampoo dao kakima?") I continued shampooing her armpit and she asked me to take off her bra, which was getting wet. ("Amar brata bhije jachchhe, khule daona.") As I took off her bra I was enamoured at the beauty of her wonderful breasts. Now I was too horny and started soaping her breasts. Her soft but firm mounds tuned me crazy and I very softly fondled the breasts and played and ran my fingers on the nipples, which were rock hard. I actually wanted to crush her boobs and twist her nipples, but stopped short."

"She had her eyes closed and I could feel she was controlling her moans with lot of efforts, but her heavy breathing gave her away. After a while, I withdrew my hands and started rinsing her hair with water. After her hair was free of shampoo, she stood up and I saw passion in her eyes. She talked like a child demanding affection and asked me to strip her naked and soap her. She said soaping wasn't proper the other day and today she wanted me to soap her real nice." ("Kakima, amake nangto kore die saban makhiye dao. Sedin saban deoyata temon bhalo hoyni. Aj khub sundor kore saban makhiye dao.") 

"I was now sure she was feeling horny and wondered where it was leading to. I decided to play her game and pulled her skirt down. I found her panty was quite large, which fully covered her ass. But her pubic hair popped out from the sides of even that large sized panty. I pulled it down fully exposing her petite naked body. She looked pretty delighted with her body fully exposed and made her next move. She said, I shouldn't shy away and also get naked. ("Tumio lojja na peye nangto hoye jao, kakima.") Without waiting for an answer, she stripped me completely naked. Now I was ready to exploit the eagerness showed by her. She & I soaped each other and revelled at each other's touch. Both of us soaped the breasts of each other at the same time. We couldn't go beyond just exploring the surface, though our hearts were pining for more. At this stage, she took some shampoo in her hand and started shampooing my underarms. She smiled and said I too needed to shampoo my armpits."

"I felt nice as she played with my armpit hair and took fairly long. She then commented her & my hair in the armpit and down below was very similar. ("Kakima, lokshyo korechho tomar ar amar bogol ar nicher chul ekirokom ghono ar lomba.") I realised she was making the conversation erotic and wondered how to respond. I just nodded my head and started soaping her belly. I was dying to play at her pubic bush, but hesitated. She now asked, was it necessary to shampoo the hair down below, which was much more dense & thick. ("Ekta kotha jigesh korbo? Nicher chul to aro onek ghono ar kora. Okhane to shampoo kora uchit, Tai na?") I knew in which way she was moving and said yes. Could I shampoo her down below, she asked hesitatingly. ("Amar nicher chul shampoo kore debe, Kakima?") And then hastened to add, she could have done it herself, but being the first time wanted a little help. ("Ami nijei kore nite partam, kintu prothom bar bole tomar sahajyo chaichi.") She said all these rather innocently, but I could see a hidden naughtiness in her eyes."




Adoracion Por Las Tetas



Estaba hojeando el periódico sin buscar nada concreto, cuando de pronto me detuve en la página de anuncios personales. Uno de ellos me había llamado poderosamente la atención y no precisamente por ser muy grande o llamativo. Muy por el contrario era un anuncio pequeño y muy sencillo, pero intrigante al mismo tiempo por lo que prometía su texto. El anuncio rezaba simplemente:

¿Tienes debilidad por los pechos grandes? Yo los tengo muy grandes 

Pero solo si sientes verdadera devoción por ellos te recompensaré

Habrá una prueba previa

Si de veras piensas que puedes pasarla, llama al...

Las mujeres con pechos grandes son mi debilidad. Cuando una se me acerca empiezo a babear como un niño de seis meses. ¿Qué podía perder si contestaba al anuncio? ¿Qué podía ganar? La prueba con posibilidad de recompensa era la parte buena. La parte mala era si aquello no era más que el reclamo de una puta tratando de captar nuevos clientes. Peor todavía, podrían robarme o matarme. Pero que yo sepa nadie puede robar o matar por teléfono, por lo menos nunca he oído que haya pasado algo así.

No estaba demasiado seguro de que fuese una buena idea, así que seguí retrasando la llamada. Por fin, un par de semanas después, tuve los huevos suficientes para coger el teléfono. Tanta desconfianza al final me había hecho perder la oportunidad, el teléfono estaba desconectado. Supuse que la mujer de los grandes pechos había encontrado a un verdadero adorador.

Dos semanas más tarde, volvió a aparecer el mismo anuncio con un número de teléfono distinto. Tropecé con una silla en mis ansias por llegar al teléfono. Pero tampoco contestaron esta vez. Por lo menos ahora el teléfono no estaba desconectado. Tenía que averiguar si aquello iba en serio o no.

Después de un par de horas y de varios intentos fallidos, por fin alguien cogió el teléfono... un contestador automático. Verificó el número de teléfono y me dijo que dejase un mensaje. Colgué. ¿Qué podía decirle a una máquina? ¿Eres el contestador con las tetas grandes? Me senté en el sofá tratando de decidir si volvería a llamar y qué diría si la maldita máquina volvía a contestar. Mi excitación resultó vencedora y volví a marcar el número.

Respondió el contestador.

- Esto, hola... Llamo por lo del anuncio que pusiste en el periódico. Creo que yo podría ser la persona que estás buscando. Por cierto, no me va el sadomasoquismo ni ningún rollo de esos, así que si estás buscando un 'esclavo', me temo que no voy a ser yo.

De pronto, una voz femenina me interrumpió desde el otro lado del teléfono.

- Hola, no quiero saber tu nombre. Los nombres no son importantes -dijo- Lo único que de veras me importa es cuánto te gustan las tetas grandes.

- Me encantan las tetas grandes, para mí son lo más sexy del mundo -contesté.

- Bueno, ESO tendrás que demostrármelo... -afirmó la mujer. 

- ¿Cuándo y dónde?

- ¡Lo primero que tienes que saber es que no habrá sexo! -dijo con un tono neutro- Solo podrás jugar con mis tetas mientras yo quiera que lo hagas, y nada más. ¿Entendido?

- Joder, nena, así solo te diviertes tú.

- Así es como será, eso es parte de la prueba. Si la pasas, entonces QUIZÁ te dé un premio. Pero tienes que probarme que adoras mis pechos de la forma que ellos merecen -hizo una pausa- Bueno, ¿vas a ser el adorador de mis tetas, o no?

- No me dejas demasiadas opciones, ¿verdad? -protesté.

- Sí o no. Tengo otros candidatos.

- De acuerdo, vale... Dime cuándo y dónde.

- ¿Conoces la zona de observación que hay junto al aeropuerto?

- ¿Desde la que se ve aterrizar a los aviones de carga o los de pasajeros? -pregunté.

- La de pasajeros, en más o menos una hora -dijo- ¿Podrás estar en una hora?

- Sí, podré... pero, ¿cómo sabré si estás allí?

- No lo sabrás a menos que yo quiera que lo sepas. Dime la marca y el color de tu coche.

Le dije a la mujer del otro lado del teléfono la información que quería, me dio alguna que otra instrucción más y luego colgamos.

Me puse a caminar de un lado a otro de mi comedor para hacer tiempo y tratar de imaginar en qué coño estaba a punto de meterme. Estaba empezando a ponerme nervioso por el encuentro en el aeropuerto. A lo mejor es que estoy paranoico, pensé. No, lo que estoy es salido, más salido que un balcón, me contesté a mí mismo. Ninguna de mis últimas dos novias había tenido un decente par de tetas... Ni aunque hubiese sumado las de las dos. Creo que eso es lo que había echado en falta en ambas relaciones: lujuria.

Resumiendo, acababa de llamar a una mujer que no conocía de nada que había puesto un anuncio en el periódico diciendo que buscaba a alguien que adorase sus tetas. Había prometido encontrarme con ella sin siquiera saber que aspecto tenía o si al menos me dejaría verle las tetas. Y lo peor de todo es que ella podría observarme desde la distancia e irse de allí sin decirme nada en caso de que no le gustase lo que viese. Si yo no le gustaba, apostaría el sueldo de un mes a que volvería a desconectar el teléfono. ¿Qué podía sacar de todo aquello? ¿Una muy vaga promesa de recibir un premio si hacía qué? Adorar sus tetas... ¿Cómo coño se adoran unas tetas? Te tiras al suelo de rodillas haciendo reverencias y proclamando 'Oh sagradas tetas'. Bueno, por lo menos podría ver aterrizar a unos cuantos aviones; hacía mucho que no veía ninguno. 

EL ENCUENTRO

Había siete u ocho coches en la zona de observación cuando llegué. Aparqué en la parte trasera del aparcamiento, de espaldas al aeropuerto como me había dicho aquella mujer, y apagué el motor del coche pero sin sacar la llave para poder escuchar la radio mientras esperaba. Salí del vehículo y me dirigí hacia el maletero para apoyarme en la parte izquierda del parachoques trasero como me había dicho aquella mujer. Durante casi diez minutos, vi varios coches entrar y salir del aparcamiento y me esforcé en mirar dentro de cada uno para tratar de ver si la mujer estaba en alguno de ellos.

Anochecía rápidamente, dando el día paso a una cálida noche de verano. No había iluminación en el aparcamiento, así que al final solo eran visibles las luces del tráfico y las del aeropuerto y las pistas de aterrizaje.

Alguien se me acercó desde el otro lado de mi coche. En la oscuridad lo único que distinguí fue que se trataba de una mujer vestida con un top ajustado y pantalones que se acercaba con una linterna. Se aproximó a mí y dirigió el haz de luz hacia mis ojos. Lo poco que veía despareció estallando todo en un millón de estrellas.

La mujer habló en primer lugar. Me preguntó por qué me encontraba allí..

Le respondí con la frase que me había dicho que dijera.

- Estoy aquí para adorar.

- Sube al asiento trasero, en el lado del pasajero, y cierra la puerta.

Así lo hice. Ella se subió por el mismo lado pero en el asiento delantero y cerró la puerta. La mujer se dio la vuelta arrodillándose en el asiento y quedando de frente a mí. Levantó ambas manos y tiró del reposacabezas hasta dejarlo en su posición más elevada. Luego me volvió a cegar con aquella maldita linterna iluminándome los ojos de nuevo. No podía ver una mierda. Muy lista, pensé. Se había colocado de forma que podía ver las ventanillas traseras de mi coche y ver si alguien se acercaba. Además, gracias a la cegadora luz de la linterna, todo lo que yo podía ver de su cara era un borrón con puntos rojos.

Me dijo que me inclinase hacia delante. Al hacerlo, pude ver a pesar de los puntos que bailaban ante mis ojos lo que había venido a ver. Se había levantado el ajustado top por encima de sus magníficas tetas y había colocado una a cada lado del eje del reposacabezas.

En aquel momento no tenía el más mínimo interés en su rostro. Mi única preocupación eran aquellas fantásticas tetas que descansaban sobre el respaldo del asiento delantero y que estaban pidiendo que alguien las besara. Daba la impresión de que aquella mujer no estaba interesada para nada en la parte romántica. Lo único que quería era exactamente lo que decía su anuncio. Y yo estaba más que ansioso por hacer realidad sus deseos.

Levanté lentamente las manos y toqué suavemente sus pechos. Pude sentir perfectamente el peso de aquellas enormes tetas en las palmas de mis manos. Lentamente, pasé mis uñas por los lados de cada una de ellas hasta llegar a los pezones. La mujer no se inmutó. Sin embargo, sus pezones sí. Los pezones no mienten. Cuando una mujer está excitada, sus pezones se ponen duros. Los de esta mujer tenían más de un centímetro de longitud y casi tan grandes como la goma de un lápiz. Me propuse comprobar si podía alargarlos todavía más.

Acercando mi boca a su pecho izquierdo, jugueteé con la punta de la lengua en su erecto pezón. Esta vez sí noté una respuesta por su parte. Dejó escapar un suave gemido. Hice lo mismo en el derecho. Ella gimió otra vez, pero en esta ocasión el gemido fue un poco más largo y más audible. Con solo dos lametones de mi lengua ya había averiguado lo que quería saber. Sí, era el derecho... La experiencia me ha enseñado que todas las mujeres tienen un pecho más sensible que el otro.

Así que empecé por el izquierdo. Abrí la boca todo lo que pude y me introduje con suavidad todo lo que me cupo dentro. Luego, muy lentamente, comencé a hacer girar mi lengua alrededor del pezón, trazando pequeños círculos, todo ello sin dejar de intentar meterme más cantidad de su teta en la boca. Mi acción tuvo el efecto deseado. La mujer volvió a gemir y se echó hacia delante, intentando introducir más teta en mi boca.

Aquella situación tan erótica tuvo también un efecto sobre mí. Bajo mis pantalones empezaba a crecer una erección como nunca antes había sentido. Hacía muchísimo tiempo que no tenía el placer de juguetear con unas tetas así de grandes. Cuanto más chupaba y lamía yo su teta, más gemía ella y más dura se ponía mi polla.

La mujer empezó a abombar el respaldo del asiento, signo inequívoco de que se moría por saltar a la parte trasera del coche. Fue entonces cuando me llegó un soplo del aroma, ese que emana de una mujer cuando está muy excitada. El aroma más afrodisíaco que puede oler un hombre. Mi polla latía bajo mis pantalones. A juzgar por sus movimientos, la mujer debía haberse metido una mano por los pantalones para masturbarse.

Era el momento justo. Trasladé mis lametones y chupetones a la teta derecha. Su reacción fue la esperada, aunque no por ello me gustó menos. Me encanta saber que estoy haciendo un buen trabajo. Alternaba entre fuertes chupetones y suaves aunque firmes lametones a su pezón, mientras ella empezaba a gemir de forma más constante y a casi saltar sobre su asiento.

LA RECOMPENSA

Sentí cómo la mano de aquella mujer se posaba sobre mi paquete, trazando el contorno de mi erección por encima de mis vaqueros. Había rodeado el respaldo del asiento con su mano libre y trataba de bajarme la cremallera del pantalón. Soltando la teta que tenía entre mis manos, la ayudé. Me solté el botón de los vaqueros, me bajé la cremallera y me los bajé hasta dejarlos a la altura de los tobillos, liberando así mi dolorida polla.

La mano de la mujer rodeó inmediatamente mi rabo. Definitivamente, sabía lo que se hacía. Empezó a acariciar y a apretar mi polla al ritmo de mis chupetones y lametones a su teta. Pasaba el pulgar por mi capullo, extendiendo el líquido preseminal por toda la hinchada cabeza de mi polla. Con las uñas arañaba ligeramente su reborde y jugueteaba pasándolas por su base. Noté que me apretaba el miembro con más fuerza, para que saliese más líquido preseminal supongo, y volvió a extenderlo con el pulgar por todo el capullo. Su experimentada mano me estaba llevando al séptimo cielo.

Empecé a chupar y a lamer sus tetas con total abandono. Utilicé los pulgares para apretar la parte interior de aquellos pechos y así hacer que ambos pezones acabasen tocándose. Así podía comerme los dos a la vez. Esto tuvo el efecto deseado; oí cómo gemía con más fuerza que antes y empezaba a restregarse contra el respaldo como una gata en celo, olvidándose por completo de mi furiosa erección.

Sus gemidos y jadeos se convirtieron enseguida en pequeños "oh oh oh oh". Cuanto más se acercaba ella a su inminente orgasmo, más fuerte cerraba ella su mano alrededor de mi polla. No me importaba, ni siquiera me dolía. Estaba tan dura que creo que no me hubiese enterado aunque me la hubiesen golpeado con un martillo. Cuando noté que se acercaba definitivamente al punto álgido de su clímax, dejé que sintiera mis dientes mordiéndole los pezones lo suficiente como para llevarla hasta el éxtasis. Me encanta hacer que una mujer se corra.

Cuando los efectos de su orgasmo disminuyeron, bajé el ritmo de mis chupetones y mordiscos para permitir que disfrutase completamente del momento. Ella, por su parte, hizo justo lo contrario con la mano que tenía en mi polla. Empezó a deslizarla velozmente arriba y abajo ayudada por la tremenda lubricación causada por los litros de líquido preseminal que me había hecho salir de mi miembro. Ahora era yo el que gemía con la boca llena con parte de una de sus tetas.

Mi orgasmo fue uno de los mejores que he tenido jamás. Me apretó la polla especialmente fuerte en su último movimiento. Eso hizo que me corriese, saliendo despedido de mi polla un tremendo chorro de semen que me recordó al transbordador espacial despegando de Cabo Cañaveral. Cada vez que mi polla expulsaba un nuevo chorro de leche, ella me apretaba con fuerza el miembro al subir la mano, ayudando así a mi leche a subir cada vez más alto. La corrida quedó esparcida por toda la parte posterior del asiento delantero. Aquella mujer no dejó de meneármela hasta que vio que estaba completamente seco y que mi cuerpo estaba a punto de desfallecer.

Todo lo que pude hacer fue quedarme allí sentado con la cabeza inclinada hacia delante, tratando de recobrar el aliento. La mujer liberó mi cada vez más blando miembro y unos instantes después se encendió la luz del techo del coche. El coche se estremeció al salir ella. Estaba tan exhausto que ni siquiera tuve fuerzas para levantar la cabeza y mirar a la mujer que acababa de darme tanto placer. Noté su mano acariciándome el pelo de la cabeza por la ventanilla abierta del coche justo antes de darse la vuelta para irse.

Lo último que le oí decir mientras desaparecía en la oscuridad fue:

- Llámame.



Adoration



As always, my wife's cunt captivates me. Her's, a mature woman's luscious sex-no tight-lipped virginal twat here, nestles between my lady's graceful thighs. Her intimate shrine promises to share sensuous pleasures with an eager lover, but first her treasure box must be skillfully unlocked and I am the one with the combination. 

Soft and delightful, jet-black curls, contrasting beautifully against the fair skin of her abdomen, arise beneath her belly button. They flow over the gentle curve of her tummy, gradually becoming thicker until they explode into a lush thicket, reaching their full glory as they spread over her pubic mound. Her curls extend into her crotch and nearly conceal the lips of her womanhood. Her personal fragrance resides in those lovely curls. Her scent alone is enough to intoxicate me.

Peeping through her very intimate forest, luscious dark cunt lips smile at me. Pouting prettily, they frame the gateway into her velvety vagina. The darkness of her outer lips contrasts dramatically with the very fair skin of her thighs. For me this enhances the loveliness of her cunt. 

She is completely naked and reclines on our bed, legs apart, knees in the air, heels dug into the mattress presenting herself for my dedicated service. Still clothed, I kneel to prepare her wonderful cunt for a lover.

Those dark outer lips are chastely closed when first I kiss them. The silky skin of her inner thighs caresses my cheeks and her hair tickles my nostrils as I inhale her scent. Her aroma incites me to explore further and I tease her lips open with my tongue which then finds its way deep within her to gather in her moisture. I truly relish her briny flavor and never tire of tasting her. I have an erection now, but my pleasure is secondary. My lady's unbridaled arousal is my goal. I lick from below the rosebud of her tight asshole up between those lovely lips to the delicate morsel of her clitoris. I am pleased when I recognize sure signs of her awakening passion. Her outer lips swell first, I part them and the vivid pink of her inner labia peeps through. I lick her more avidly and her clit grows firm between my lips. She shudders when I kiss and suck that delicate nubbin. 

Her rising heat infects me and open-mouthed I maul her cunt, entering her repeatedly with my greedy tongue. I suck on her inner lips relishing the touch of her delicate fingers against my cheeks as she directs my efforts. Tenderly I open her thighs wider still for my ravenous mouth and continue my work. She moans in her pleasure and l know my effort is appreciated.

I draw back to admire my handiwork. My devotion has transformed her cunt. Only minutes ago her private nest was smooth and groomed, but now it grins at me, a pink gash between engorged lips, framed by sodden curls, wet and matted with my saliva. She looks at me, hazel eyes smoky with lust, and licks her red lips. We need no words as we embark on this course we have chosen. She is so beautiful she takes my breath away and I love her dearly. 

I can hardly believe I've arranged to have another man fuck my goddess! But I have. How can I possibly want to see her gorgeous cunt, my very own pride and joy, be penetrated by a stranger's cock? But I can't help myself. I must see her possessed by another. I shudder when I realize her sweet cunt will soon be defiled by her lover's eager, thrusting prick ejaculating in her. I am weak with anticipation. 

At that moment, the answer to my questions appears. From out of the corner of my eye, I see Richard, my personal selection to commit this desecration, enter our bedroom. He is naked and his very large penis juts proudly from his groin. It points the way as he approaches our bed. 

He watches my every move as I continue eating her cunt. He smiles and nods, satisfied with my progress. I lick her with even more fervor. She moans again and thrusts her pelvis against my mouth. Even though she's caught up in her own arousal, I see her eyeing his rampant hard-on. I ease off a little. It won't do for her to just get off in my mouth. For our sexual drama to achieve its full erotic potential, her new lover must be the one to bestow upon her the first orgasm of the evening. 

Her breathing returns to normal and I lick her again, gently but insistently, and take her even higher. She must be very highly aroused because I know from past experience only then can she abandon herself to the wanton sensuality I am eager to see her display. 

Richard takes the shaft of his erection in his right hand and begins to masturbate. The scene I have created has captured him. He is engrossed in watching my gorgeous, naked wife squeezing her breasts and arching her hips, eagerly presenting her mound for more attention from my loving mouth. He watches, relishing her aroused state, and anticipates the pleasure awaiting him between her legs the moment I surrender her juicy and willing cunt to him. She opens her eyes and stares at her lover, first into his eyes then down to the junction of his thighs where his hand is still slowly stroking his impressive hard-on. The obscene spectacle of his thick prick, its head glistening with precum and so obviously ready for sex, can only add to her arousal. 

I must admit that the erotic possibilities inherent in this moment have added to my own excitement as my raging hard-on is begging for release. I am the creator of this depraved scene and I am proud of my creation. I have done my best to prepare my wife for the invasion of Richard's penis. Lust, naked in her eyes, tells me she is ready. It is time for them to fuck.

I move back from her crotch and sit on the edge of our bed. She slides up the mattress and makes herself comfortable. Her raven hair cascades across the pillows and frames her beautiful face. She opens her thighs in that uniquely feminine gesture of invitation. 

Richard wastes no time in accepting her offer. He climbs on our bed, settles between her legs and covers her body with his. Their mouths meet and her full breasts flatten against his chest. I know just how wonderful it is to have her hard little nipples press against my chest, but it is her lover who enjoys that sensation now. Her red-nailed fingers splay over his shoulders holding him close while they continue their open-mouthed kiss. 

Her right hand leaves his back, snakes down between their bodies and finds the shaft of his cock. She guides that blind invader to her pussy. His ass-cheeks flex to assist her and she lodges the head of his prick between her cunt lips. She lubricates him by sliding his member up and down between the lips of her juicy sex. 

An electric jolt hits me when her familiar hand delivers this most intimate caress to another man. She uses that exact same sensual technique on me when we make love. It should disgust me to see her slim fingers wrapped around another man's penis, but it doesn't and that mystifies me for a moment, but then I realize, my darling wife is merely bringing my fantasy to life. 

I await breathlessly for what is about to take place. Her juices gleam on the swollen head of his dick. I have prepared her well. She releases her hold on his cock and all three of us shudder in anticipation. 

Then I take a deep breath and hold it, watching Richard enter my beautiful wanton wife. Is there actually room in her tight cunt for this massive piece of meat? Gently, but ruthlessly, his ass descends and he takes her. A gasp from her worries me, but then I see her hands are holding his hips urging him deeper still. My question is answered, not only does she have room in herself for Richard's cock, she is inviting him to plumb her depths and he does. They lie still obviously relishing the carnal pleasure they are sharing. She smiles at him, looking into his eyes and then they kiss. 

From my vantage point at the foot of the bed, I can look directly up into their crotches. What I see is a delightfully voluptuous scene in my immorality play. Her sweet thighs are spread wide to accommodate him and his hard-on has completely disappeared into her luscious cunt. His big hairy balls are nestled intimately in the crack of her ass. The stage is set for their fornication epic. 

Once again I am witness to another man ravishing my wife's wonderful cunt. I am forcibly reminded that each time she welcomes another man between her legs her treasure is plundered. She is no longer my exclusive lover. Painful as this realization is, I am willing, nay eager, to pay the price. The pleasure I take from delivering her into the arms of another man and then being witness to her debauchery is incalculable. 

The lovers kiss and the liquid sounds of their mouths and tongues taking pleasure in each other excites me further. When he begins to fuck her, I throw off my clothes and masturbate. 

The rhythm of his hips quickly grows insistent, his buttocks clenching as he takes long strokes. He is positively wallowing in the hot velvety heaven of my darling's vagina and I envy him. Her cunt lips are stretched tight around his shaft. When he nearly withdraws from her, they pout greedily around his long glistening shaft as if reluctant to let him go. He pushes deep into her and they pucker, eagerly welcoming his downrush, until their pelvises meet with a moist slap. Her long legs cross over his butt to hold him close and she grips his shoulders. I admire her long red nails and wedding rings so conspicuous against his hairy back. 

She keens her excitement and he responds by clasping the cheeks of her heart-shaped ass in his hands. He lifts her hips against him and fucks her vigorously. His powerful thrusts make her grunt with his every downstroke. He moves his hips from side to side, thrusting into her from different angles, searching for the deepest secret recesses of my wife's hot cunt. Momentarily he pauses in his assault, she gasps in dismay, but he is only adjusting the position of her hips to give him more pleasure. 

"Oh, god. Don't stop now!" she cries fearing that he may already be coming. "Fuck me! Fuck me more! Really give it to me!" She has nothing to fear. He responds by holding the cheeks of her ass tightly in his hands and drives mercilessly hard and fast into her. She moans and I'm worried that he is hurting her, but when her moans rise in pitch to a climactic wailing that goes on and on I realize she is in ecstasy. 

Suddenly he stops and appears to rest with his cock embedded in her. He is in control and is merely giving her a chance to recover. She is panting and as she catches her breath, the diamond on her slim-fingered left hand glints at me when she loosens her grip on his shoulders and slides both hands down his body. She affectionately cups and squeezes the cheeks of his ass. God, what a depraved sight that is and I love it.

"That was delicious, Lover!" she tells him as she tilts her hips upward to urge him on. "Let's do it some more!" She kisses him avidly and her hands are still caressing his ass as he picks up the pace. I watch as they fuck and then fuck some more. 

He stops again then reaches down and takes her ankles. He pushes her legs high. His thick shaft probes deep within her and she squeals in delight as that big purple head searches blindly and persistently for the very last remaining spot that has never before felt the friction of an invading cock. Right before my eyes this big-dicked stud is claiming the last vestige of my lady's cherry. I change my position to get an even better view of this, her ultimate defloration. Once again I marvel at how excited it makes me to see my wife's passion as she is totally possessed by another man's hard penis. 

When Richard releases her ankles, her legs fall back to the bed and the lovers stop moving. After their frantic screwing, I'm a bit surprised to see them just lying still when they are still so intimately coupled. They are kissing each other passionately. She is licking his face and holding the cheeks of his ass while he is kissing her neck and fondling her breasts. Then I realize they're just luxuriating in their obscene fornication, totally engrossed in the pleasure of sharing one another's bodies. When I move closer to appreciate their carnal connection from a different angle, they both look at me for the first time since they have been joined. Strangely enough, acknowledging my presence at this moment seems to add to the lust I see in their eyes.

She smiles at me, then very deliberately shifts a thigh so I have a clear view of Richard's thick penis as it enters her body. He in turn does a sort of push-up and gives me an even better look at the fleshy union between them. Her expression is questioning. I nod my appreciation for her wanton gesture, then masturbate a few strokes on my hard-on to show her my pleasure. She pouts me a kiss then squeezes her breasts together and rolls her nipples between finger and thumb. The depraved bitch knows how this excites me. 

Richard watches our exchange and is apparently happy to add to my wife's wanton display. He sits back and gives me a lewd performance of his own. He withdraws his hard prick, glistening with my wife's juices, completely from her vagina and flourishes it at me. At first I can't imagine why he would leave her delightful cunt before he has come in her, but then I see why he's not worried. My wife has spread her legs even wider. Her cunt gapes open, its engorged pink lips a beacon, beckoning for the return of her meaty invader. He holds his shaft with its obscenely swollen head and insolently slaps it against the lips of her pussy. When he rubs the knob of it back and forth over her clit, she looks directly at me while she makes little noises of pleasure. He looks at me and smiles. Then he looks down between her legs, aims his massive erection at her pussy and thrusts his hips forward. Once again he wedges his way between my wife's cunt lips. They both watch my face as slowly and lecherously he pushes his hard-on into her until his balls touch her ass. She closes her eyes and gasps in delight when he starts to move. 

She moans and pets his back and ass in the heat of her passion while he fucks her. He smiles at me, his face a study in self-satisfaction, proud of his ability to take my wife to such heights of depraved ecstasy while all I can do is watch them and jerk off. I smile back. The conceited fool hasn't a clue that he is merely an actor in the drama I have created. Watching my wife's wanton response when another man fucks her is the key to unlocking the most intense sexual pleasure I have ever experienced and I continue to masturbate as I share in their rutting. Their lust is rekindled and once again they are oblivious to me as they are totally engrossed in a frenzy of fucking each other. She comes again and yet again. Her orgasms shake her in waves until she is panting. He stops abruptly and stays in her again letting the excitement of her multiple climaxes subside. When she has caught her breath he pulls out of her and turns her on her side to face me. 

I look at her closely, fixing this moment in my mind. Her eyes are unfocussed, filled with hunger for the animal pleasure he is giving her. Her hard-nippled breasts, gleaming with their shared sweat, bounce prettily when Richard pushes his hips firmly against her ass in preparation for entering her from behind. I look down her beautiful body as she first lifts and then bends her knee to give him easy access to her sex. Her dark pubic curls are matted with their juices and when her satiny thighs are fully open her cunt lips gape wetly. This is exactly what I had hoped to achieve. My lovely wife has totally abandoned herself to her sensuality. She is revelling in depraved delight in the arms of her lover. I pray that Richard isn't even close to being finished with her. 

Only inches separate me from them as Richard positions himself to resume fucking her. The tip of her tongue licks her lips in anticipation as she sends a long-nailed hand down into her crotch. She discovers his cock and steers it to herself. Once again I find myself holding my breath. It excites me intensely each time he takes her anew. Her entire body is trembling with anticipation. He thrusts his hips forward and she sighs then bites her lower lip as he enters her. Eyes closed, her face is a study in rapture as, once more, his cock sinks smoothly into her depths. Richard reaches around her and fills his hands with her breasts. She turns her head and they kiss while he holds her body close against himself and begins to fuck her. 

I reach out and take her hands. She grips me tightly, holding on while he continues to move. The pressure of her hands, the right one still damp and slippery from guiding his prick into herself, nearly makes me come. I lean over and kiss her wedding ring. She breaks the open-mouthed kiss she is sharing with her lover, turns her face to me, opens her eyes and smiles. Her body rocks with his every thrust as he continues fucking her slowly and forcefully. He fucks her for a very, very long time. Her face is close to mine and I can actually feel her breath, a hot rush, forced from her with his every lunge. She is moaning now obviously overcome by the carnal delight of Richard's talented prick ravaging her cunt. 

She is so beautiful I can't help myself. I reach out and stroke her ebony hair then kiss her gently on the lips. Her mouth opens and suddenly we are kissing deeply and passionately. To have our mouths joined while her cunt is filled with Richard's cock is intensely perverse. I have to squeeze my cock hard to keep from coming. The passion I see in her eyes is proof that this liaison is delighting her as much as it is me. Richard is moving faster now and with a certain urgency. Surely he must be close to his climax. She holds my hands tightly, looking deep into my eyes while she enjoys his ever-quickening tempo.

"God! He's making me come again!" she gasps in amazement. Her orgasm chokes off her words and she pants into my mouth, breathless with pleasure as he continues driving into her. 

"Fuck! Yes! I'm coming!" Richard shouts and his hands tighten on her breasts. The flesh of her hips shakes from the force of his bucking thrusts. His assault stops suddenly as he begins to ejaculate in her. She reaches her left hand down and cups his balls as he continues pumping his semen into her. He lets out little grunts of satisfaction, his hips moving slightly as he deposits every last drop of his come in my wife. 

This is the finale of the performance I have planned. Richard's sperm is in my wife. My special treasure has been despoiled once again and I am happy. I kiss her again and squeeze her breast in gratitude for her generous dedication to my lust. 

The lovers both sigh in contentment and for the first time I am conscious of their musky smell. The animal odor of their coupling is heavy in our bedroom. They lie spoon-fashion for some time letting the passion of their mating subside. Finally Richard seems as if to awaken from sleep. Apparently sated, for the moment at least, he turns onto his back, his softening penis glistens with her juices. She smiles at me, gives my rock-hard cock an affectionate squeeze, then rolls over and kisses her lover.  

"You did such a lovely job of fucking me," she tells him then fondly takes his slippery, limber penis in her right hand. She leans over his body and kisses the purple head of it. Her mane of hair falls forward masking this additional depravity, but Richard lifts it away from her face. We both watch her make love to his cock with her willing mouth. 

It was her idea to add sucking another man's dick to my fantasy. That wasn't a major surprise since she really enjoys having a cock in her mouth. I found it somewhat traumatic the first time or two I watched her do another man, but I quickly learned to appreciate her fellating her lovers as just another facet of her desecration. Now, watching her hold the shaft of Richard's hardening penis in her slim-fingered hand while she gives him head merely seems wonderfully erotic. I know from personal experience what an accomplished cocksucker my wife is. 




Adoration



I'm positive she would have continued blowing him until he came in her mouth and then relished swallowing his semen after showing it to us. I've seen her do that too, but he suddenly sits up and says, "I have to take a piss, but I want to fuck around with you some more when I get back."

"I'd like that," she says and kisses the big purple head affectionately. "Such a splendid cock! You can fuck around with me anytime. I'll be right here." He smiles at her and leaves the bedroom. 

I pull a blanket over us and hold her close. We kiss and she asks, "Can you taste him in my mouth?"

"You taste wonderful," I tell her. We nestle close together drawing warmth from each other. She kisses me again as I stroke her hips and breasts. Tenderly I caress her slippery crotch, insinuating a couple of fingers in her, acutely aware that the wetness I'm feeling is Richard's semen.

"You were magnificent," I murmur in her ear. "You enjoyed yourself thoroughly, didn't you?" Like a cat she stretches and rolls over on her back and smiles at me.

"When you held my hands and kissed me I melted inside. That was the sweetest and sexiest thing you've ever done."

"I loved it too. Just kissing you while he was..."

"Fucking me!" She completes my sentence. "It was fantastic! I'm glad you got your fantasy fulfilled again. You got to watch him fuck me and, you know what, just as always, I love how excited you get when you watch another man do me. Was it as good for you this time? Did you enjoy just watching while he fucked me?" she asks. "I must admit I still don't understand what you get out of these encounters, but I'm not complaining. I really lucked out this time. Richard has a terrific cock and he sure knows how to use it. I'm having serious fun."

"This is fun for me too! I just love to see you getting laid. Watching you is way better than any porn flick I've ever seen. This particular adventure has nearly made me come about a hundred times."

She giggled and then says, "I think that's about how many times I did come. Tell me. What part of him fucking me excites you the most?" 

"I love to watch your magnificent cunt swallow up that entire massive cock of his. I want to see that again."

"That's good. Because I plan to have him do me some more."

"I also liked it when you deliberately moved your leg to show me his cock in you and on top of that, you squeezed your tits for me."

"I thought you'd like that. You're always keen to watch me play with myself and this is sort of the same thing, except that Richard is far better than any dildo."

"I could hardly believe how many times you've come. Did I pick a good stud for you or what?. I know he's kind of young, but you're really enjoying him aren't you? He looks like a hard-driving fucker." 

"You're right on all counts," she says. "I don't care how old he is. He's a hot fuck and I definitely want some more of him. First though, I want you to go down on me. You're very good at that and I love it when you do me. How about it, Lover? Are you ready to eat my cunt? That's the price you have to pay for getting to watch me and my young stud. He's really pumped me full and I need to have my pussy cleaned up."

"I'm just the man for the job. Having his come in you isn't a problem."

"Then do me right now!" She throws the blanket aside and lifts one of her lovely thighs, baring her cunt for me. I sit up and look between her legs. Her lips are puffy, still engorged from the invasion of Richard's massive prick, her inner folds and clitoris are in plain view. Her entire crotch is slimy with their juices. Droplets of come glisten like pearls in her dark hair. Semen is still seeping from her love channel and dribbles down between the cheeks of her ass.

"God. You ought to see your cunt," I say smiling at her. "He sure left a mess down here!" 

She sits up then, her arms stretched behind her to hold herself up and looks down at her cunt, but she can't see what I see. So she simply reaches a hand down and delicately runs two fingers upwards through her slit. She holds her hand up to her face and examines her fingers. A drop of sperm falls and she catches it on her tongue. Then her mouth closes around her fingers. Her face exhibits a degree of detachment as she investigates the texture and taste of Richard's deposit just as she does when she tastes a fine vintage wine. She smiles at me then dips again. This time she offers me her wet fingers. I don't even hesitate. I open my lips and she puts them in my mouth. I suck them clean.

"Isn't that tasty?" she asks but doesn't wait for my answer. "I'll suck him off after he fucks me again and make him come in my mouth, then I'll kiss you and we can enjoy him together."

"Like this," I say and kiss her. She still has the taste of him on her tongue. 

Our mouths separate and she says, "That's just an appetizer. Wait until I blow him. When he comes I'll have a whole mouthful to share with you." 

"There's plenty of his come in your cunt right now," I say. "I'll taste him between your legs first." I trail my tongue down the curves of her body pausing a moment to kiss her nipples, then I follow the furry path from her belly button to her cunt. I kiss her swollen lips and am jolted by sudden passion. My tongue splits her and I drink their mingled juices from her marvelous cunt. 

I have just spent one of the most exciting nights of my life watching Richard fuck my wife and she has just told me she plans to let him fuck her again and then suck his cock to completion. I find I am anticipating this new debauchery and rejoicing in still another opportunity to see her fulfilling my fantasy. I know it's perverse to watch your wife having sex with another man. But seeing her discover new dimensions of her sexuality, pleasing herself and me along the way, makes me even more devoted to her. I adore her and I will do anything to make her happy. 

She comes violently, holding my head and thrusting her crotch against my mouth. She trembles and her keening fills my ears as she climaxes, but I cannot quit eating her luscious pussy. I open my mouth and shove my tongue in her as deeply as I can reach until she pulls me up her body and I penetrate her. She is still climaxing from having me eat her cunt and she continues to come as I fuck her, both of us taking delight in the unbelievable passion that sharing her with another man has unleashed in us. Moments later I reach my climax and ejaculate in her.

When I roll off her hips I see that Richard has returned. He is standing next to the bed and it's obvious he has been watching us couple. Moments later it's even more obvious he doesn't mind sharing a freshly fucked pussy as he climbs on our bed and takes my place between her thighs. Once again he fucks my darling. 

Happily I resume my role as the passionate observer of my wife's unbridled sexuality. I relish the thought that there will be more encounters in the future with new lovers and more delicious lechery. My fondest desire is to be there and to watch her discover new pleasures for us to share. 



Adoration



This story deals with themes of reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think you might be offended please find yourself another story. 

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Chapter 1

I was naked and terrified. I could move nothing but my eyes and could see little except the blankness of a white ceiling. I tried to call out but I had no voice. 

I desperately tried to gather my thoughts but I could not even remember my own name. I was breathing more and more quickly, on the edge of panic, and then she loomed over me. 

She was young, blonde, beautiful and she had haunted my dreams for days. She put a hand on my forehead and I immediately felt a little calmer but my mind was a confusion of unanswered questions. 

She smiled down at me and then moved away. I heard a trickle of water somewhere close by and then felt the warmth of a soft cloth moving slowly over my body. I wanted to ask her where I was and why I had to be bathed but my throat felt dry and constricted.

She worked slowly and carefully, replenishing the cloth from time to time, and for a moment or two I simply surrendered to her ministrations. She washed each of my limbs in turn before patting them dry with a luxuriously fluffy towel and I caught tantalizing glimpses of her as she went about her work.

The room was pleasantly warm but I gasped when she touched the cloth to my bare stomach. She drew a widening circle and I tensed anticipating what was to come. 

I felt the sudden wetness on my breast and to my embarrassment I felt my nipple hardening.

"You do like that don't you, you naughty girl." 

Her tone was playful but my incapacity made it unsettling. She ran the cloth over my breasts in a manner not entirely consistent with simple hygiene and I hated my body for responding.

She was in no hurry and, whilst I wanted her to stop, I had reached a point where I had begun to crave a firmer touch. She seemed to sense this and she brought her face close to mine.

She looked no more than twenty and her Nordic blue eyes radiated a seeming innocence which was at odds with her perfectly glossed lips. They were full, pouty, a mouth crying out to be kissed.

Almost at once I felt a sense of revulsion and from nowhere an image came to me. It was the face of a man and with it parts of my life fell back into place. The man was my husband and I was imbued with an immediate sense of relief and wellbeing. 

I must have smiled because she smiled back at me and at the same time she moved the cloth down between my legs.

"You really are gorgeous..."

I tried to scream, to tell her to leave me alone, but no words would come. I could feel her fingers through the cloth pressing at me with a threatening intimacy and I prayed for it to be over but she seemed oblivious of my plight.

She was breathing a little more deeply and, with her face just inches away, I could smell a minty freshness. For some reason this alarmed me, perhaps hinting at a degree of premeditation, but the thought was lost as I confronted a new crisis.

There was a gentle splash as she dunked the cloth once more but when she touched me again all I could feel was her bare fingers. They ranged over my sex with an easy familiarity, a gossamer touch that made my body shiver.

"Is that good?"

I pleaded with my eyes but she was unperturbed. The tips of her fingers dipped between my legs seeking out the deeper creases. I was acutely aware of their teasing progress but something else came back to me. I normally keep my sex neatly trimmed but she was following a perfectly smooth contour. 

I was still worrying about the implications when she traced a single finger along the fringes of my labia and I hissed a sharp breath through my teeth. 

"Shall I make it nice for you?"

She took hold of my ankle in both hands and slowly raised my knee. I tried to resist but I was powerless as she repeated the process with my other leg leaving my sex wide open to her attentions. 

She sat beside me on the bed and took up where she left off. She used the back of her finger to gently stroke my mound and the paralysis seemed to sharpen my focus. I tried to fix my mind elsewhere but I kept being drawn back to the ever increasing arousal between my legs,

"You smell so sexy."

As soon as she said it I became aware of my own scent which now hung in the air. Whilst my powers of recall were still badly impaired I was certain that no one had ever said such a thing to me before and I was stirred in some way.

For the next few minutes she carried on with the tender massage and my body continued to respond. My nipples were so firm that they ached and I could feel myself growing wetter. 

"Look at this..."

It was a rhetorical statement. She leaned closer to my sex making me redden with embarrassment, and pressed her fingertip to my labia. There was an unmistakable squelch of moisture and then I felt her finger inside. 

It intruded slowly, knowingly, and I felt myself tensing until she carefully withdrew it. She moved into my field of view and held it up so that it glistened in the dappled sunlight coming in at the window.

I was, by degrees, both appalled and fascinated. She looked straight into my eyes before she took it deep into her mouth and softly sucked. 

"MMmmmm..."

She reacted as if it were heavenly nectar and I felt a lurch in the pit of my stomach. To my astonishment I found that I was hovering on the brink of an orgasm and her sly smile told me that she knew too. 

Still holding my gaze she put her hand back between my legs and probed for a second time. Now I welcomed it and I tried to squeeze but my muscles were not mine to command. She lingered a little longer this time but I was frustrated as she pulled free once more. 

She showed me her finger which looked more richly coated than before and then, pervertedly, I watched wanting her to taste it again. She paused for a long moment and then my eyes opened in shocked surprise as she brought it to my lips.

"You taste wonderful..."

I could do nothing as she played her finger over my mouth and then gently pushed it inside. My tongue instinctively curled around it and my saliva diluted the pervasive richness forcing me to swallow. 

I had never deliberately set out to taste myself before and the newness of the sensation killed any lingering doubts that I may have trodden this path in the past. I wanted to be revolted but my natural curiosity got the better of me. 

It had a primal quality but it was quintessentially feminine and I found myself wondering if it was unique to me. To my dismay I pictured myself, just for an instant, on my knees before her.

She indulged me for another second or two before putting her finger back into her own mouth and noisily clearing the residue. 

"We won't be able to play these games for very much longer..."

I was still trying to make sense of this remark when her hand found me again. 

She kept her palm flat on my pubis and, with a single crooked finger, she pressed unerringly against my clitoris. 

The initial sensation flushed through my system and I felt my temperature rise markedly. She allowed me to settle and then she began rock her hand using her wrist as a fulcrum. It was a soothing, rhythmic motion, at first almost imperceptible but, as the minutes passed, it became more positive. 

It was incredibly arousing but equally frustrating. Had it been my own fingers I would, by now, have quickened as I felt my climax starting to build but she was not going to be hurried. I found that I could get almost all the way there only to lose it at the finish. 

The secret was to attune to her rhythm and not to try and impose my own. I made one last effort, keeping to the pace she set and refusing to give in. The tension was almost unbearable but she lifted me ever higher and then, in a crashing crescendo, I was released.

Perhaps it was something to do with my apparent helplessness but it had an intensity that I was sure I had never experienced before. It continued to roll over me as her merciless finger kept up an unremitting tempo. I wanted to let go but she kept me aloft teasing out the final vestiges of pleasure. 

Finally, I had nothing more to give and she relented. She kissed her finger before gently placing it against my lips.

"Try and sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

Chapter 2

I fell into an exhausted, undreaming, sleep and came round only very slowly. There were voices close by and I kept my eyes shut as I tried to focus on what was being said.

Just as I began to make some sense of it they seemed to fade away and I snapped my eyes open. A man and a woman hovered over me, he in a dark suit and she in a set of medical whites. Seeing me awake they looked at one another before looking back at me.

"Can you hear me?"

The woman spoke as if I were deaf and I felt angry.

"Of course I can hear you..."

My voice was an unfamiliar croak but I was glad to be making any sound at all. 

"...where am I and what's happened to me."

"You've been in an accident and you've been under heavy sedation."

"Am I okay?"

"You're healing well and should make a full recovery. "

"I can't remember a thing."

She touched my face, a friendly gesture.

"Your memory will return very quickly. Try and sleep and we'll talk again later."

She held a glass of water to my lips and I sipped messily. She cleaned my face and returned the glass to the night stand.

"There will be a nurse in to see you shortly."

With that, they left and I felt relieved that at least part of the mystery was solved. I immediately began to wonder if my anonymous visitor had, in fact, been a nurse but, if she was, she was possessed of a most extraordinary bedside manner. I found myself waiting with trepidation and an odd sense of expectation.

I must have dozed again because I was awoken by the sun shining red on my eyelids. 

"Wakey, wakey sleepy head."

She was standing over me as she had before but I was now able to lift my head just a little, enough to see that she was not wearing a uniform. 

"Who the hell are you?"

She looked completely unfazed by my outburst.

"I see you've found your voice; and you can move a little."

"Just tell me what's going on."

"You've been in a car accident. You suffered a head trauma and there was some fluid on your brain. They put you in a chemical cast to give it a chance to dissipate naturally."

"What is a chemical cast?"

"It's a muscle relaxant. They induced a temporary paralysis to keep you still. You've also been sedated to help with the pain."

"And that gave you the right to assault me?"

She laughed softly. 

"I would hardly call it an assault you seemed to enjoy it every time."

I felt tendrils of fear clutching at me. I had been fully aware at least once but my dreams suggested that it was not the first time. 

"How long have I been here?"

"This is the sixth day. Wait, I have something to show you."

She held it in front of my face and for a confused instant I thought I was looking into a mirror. 

I recognized the features as my own but then realized that I was staring at a magazine cover. The headline was 'Business Beauty' and a torrent of memories flooded back. The picture had been taken just a few weeks ago, shortly after my thirty-second birthday.

I am proud of my looks but the magazine had really gone to town. The

Professionally applied makeup, particularly around my dark eyes, suggested a shrewd intellect whilst, at the same time, adding a subtle allure. 

They had also added a liner to my lips, something I was too lazy to do myself, and, as a result, my mouth was given a seductive prominence.

The whole was framed by freshly styled bob cut which brought out the best in my thick auburn hair. 

I remembered my initial reservations when the idea was put to me, fearing that I would undermine my own credibility, but I had been convinced that women considering a career in a male dominated business world needed role models to look up to. 

She turned the magazine so that she could see it herself.

"You look so hot in that picture. I think I might just be taking this magazine to bed with me..."

The tenor of the remark was not lost on me but instead of feeling angry I felt an unwanted stirring. 

"...but then again I have you right here."

Her hand snaked beneath the sheet and unerringly came to rest on my sex.

"Leave me alone!"

I tried to move but I was still enfeebled.

"Would you like to know why you're naked? I told them you always sleep like that, that you wouldn't like it any other way."

"Who the hell are you to tell them anything about me!" 

She laughed as her fingers splayed out over my sex bringing with them a spreading warmth. 

"Are you telling me that you don't like that?"

Memories of our previous encounter echoed within me and my efforts to rebuff her somehow gave way to acquiescence. In my mind I told myself that I was helpless, that I did not have the strength to stop her, but why then did I not cry out?

The flat of her finger lay along the length of my labia, perfectly still, and the only movement was my own. Within the bounds of my limited mobility I rocked my hips craving a more positive pressure.

"My, my, you really are in heat."

I was getting wetter and, overcome by guilt, I wanted to disassociate myself from the ravening slut that I seemed to have become but my body was beyond my control. 

I was breathing faster and my fingers clutched at the sheet beneath me. With little or no effort on her part I was heading towards a climax but I was to be cruelly denied.

"Please!"

I gasped the entreaty as she removed her hand altogether leaving me teetering at the edge. Before I could react she pushed her finger deep into my mouth almost making me gag. I shook my head in denial but I did not bite.

"Are you getting to like the taste?"

I wanted to say no but she could feel the slight resistance as she eased herself free. 

She was wearing a two piece ivory linen suit and, as I watched, she lifted her skirt. I was shocked to see that she was naked beneath it and her neat sex was dressed with a frizz of short blonde hairs darkened with moisture towards the centre. 

For reasons I could not explain to myself I found the sight erotically charged and I glanced guiltily at my wedding band. If I was involved in an accident then why was my husband not with me? I had an inkling that all was not well between us but I could not concentrate as she reached down between her legs and pushed her wetted finger easily inside.

"Do you see what you do to me?"

Her eyes were half closed as she twisted her hand and then pulled her finger free. As she did so I caught a hint of her personal scent not unlike my own. My nostrils flared and, taking this as her cue, she crooked her finger beneath my nose.

I should have turned my head away in disgust but instead I inhaled deeply drawing the essence of her into my lungs. I was certain that this was a new experience but it felt, in some way, reassuringly familiar.

She smiled as she teased her finger slowly back and forth, thickening the air, and then she brushed it over my mouth. At first I resisted but her touch was so light that my lips tingled and I could not help but lick them. 

I caught her taste at once and withdrew my tongue reflexively but, almost as quickly, she pressed her finger into my mouth. The knowledge that it was imbued with a combination of us both excited me in a totally irrational way. I let her finger play around my gums and over my tongue. 

"Wonderful isn't it?"

This young woman, to all intents and purposes a total stranger, was toying with me and I seemed unable to resist. I was still sucking at her finger as she withdrew it and I looked on almost mesmerized as she mounted the bed. 

"I'm glad you're able to move a little now. I've been looking forward to this for days."

So saying, she raised her skirt altogether and straddled me so that her knees were pinning my shoulders. 

I stared at her sex, just inches away, and began to struggle but, whilst I seemed to have control of my limbs, there was simply no strength in them.

"Get off me! I want to see my husband."

She laughed softly but remained exactly where she was. 

"All in good time; in the meanwhile we have all the privacy we need."

I tried to look towards the door but she had already eased forward so that her lower body filled my field of vision. 

I felt uncomfortably enclosed but, at the same time, the hideous intimacy was unnervingly arousing. Her scent lay over me like a shroud and I could see that her sex had bloomed a little.

The neat slit had swollen open to reveal a moist, mouth watering, pinkness. I knew that it was wrong to find it so but it chimed with a dilemma that had plagued me for most of my adult life. 

With a sudden clarity I knew that I had obliged the men in my life under sufferance simply because it was expected of me but, worse still, I made a supreme effort to please because I was driven to succeed in everything that I did. 

By contrast with their rigid, gagging, masculinity this was a paradise of gentle, sweet, repose.

In that moment of realization I looked up to find her smiling at me as if my every thought was spoken out loud. Without another word I opened my mouth in acceptance and she settled herself over me. 

I let my instincts guide me as my tongue slipped deep inside to be greeted by a surprising heat and an eager compression. I stayed still as her muscles pulsed in welcome and then her taste filled my mouth.

The hint given by her fingers could not prepare me for the honeyed fullness that seemed to flow over my tongue and, without thought, I sealed my mouth around her and began to suck gently. 

Time seemed suspended as we remained fused together. I wanted to explore further, to come to know her, but I did not want to spoil the beautiful stasis. 

She, for her part, seemed content to hold me in place but I began to sense a new urgency about her.

The rhythmic squeezing became just a little more insistent and, almost imperceptibly, she began to moan. 

The sound acted upon me at some subconscious level and I felt myself warming with need but my whole focus was fixed on her sex which now began to tremor gently. 

There was an almost Zen-like stillness about her but there was a pressure building within that would not be denied. Her breathing became shallow but rapid and then my tongue was held in a tight, prolonged, squeeze as her body melted into orgasm.

After a few seconds the vice around my tongue eased off to be replaced by a series of irregular contractions. My mouth was flooding with moisture but I dared not swallow lest I broke the spell. 

I do not know how long it went on but I felt a part of her as she strained to make it last as long as she possibly could. Finally, she could take no more and I felt a sudden reluctant relaxation as she began her slow descent. 

When her breathing had returned to normal she stood up from the bed and straightened her skirt. My whole body was tense as I waited for her to finish what she had started but she simply smiled as she kissed me delicately on the lips.

"That was truly wonderful."

Without another word she turned on her heel and left the room.

Chapter 3

I could have screamed in frustration. It was not just my physical need but a desperation to know who she was. 

I tried to clean myself up as best I could and then lay in a state of agitation as I wrestled with the disjointed thoughts and images that refused to order themselves in my brain.

Two days passed and she did not reappear. My memory almost fully recovered, except for the accident itself, but she formed no part of it. I was sorely tempted to ask the nursing staff but I was restrained by a gut feeling.




Adoration



The doctors visited frequently and, when they considered that I was strong enough, they broke their news.

My husband had been in the car with me. 

The police said that we were stationary on the hard shoulder when we were struck from behind. My seatbelt had saved me from the worst but he had been less fortunate. He had been unbuckled and was thrown against the windscreen. After a momentary panic the news that he was still in a coma elsewhere in the hospital left me feeling concerned but oddly detached. 

When I was allowed to see him he looked serene, if not a little the worse for wear, and it was hoped that he would come round naturally at any time.

They wanted to keep me in for another day or two but I elected to go home. My clothes were returned to me and, when left alone, I took the opportunity to examine myself.

I had been on a drip for a number of days and had clearly lost some weight but, if anything, it suited me. I would never be thin but, then again, I had never wanted to be. I had my mother's curves, including her impressive bust, and if I could still attract as much male attention when I reached her age I would be happy.

I sometimes wished I had longer legs but they were well proportioned and I was satisfied with my average height; besides, when I wore heels, I knew I looked good.

I had given no thought to how I was to get home and assumed that a taxi or perhaps even an ambulance might be arranged and so it was with great delight that I saw Penny waiting for me.

She rushed to me and caught me up in her arms.

"How are you? They wouldn't let me visit. They said your memory was impaired; that you needed time and space..."

"Whoa there, slow down."

Her words were tumbling from her with her usual natural exuberance and I smiled, not for the first time, when I contrasted her persona with the cold, clinical, lawyer that she could become when necessary. 

She stepped away and looked me up and down.

"You look well. No ill effects?"

"Headaches, but nothing that a few aspirin won't fix; but look at you, you look sensational."

"Why thank you."

She did a mock curtsy and half turned to show off an expensive looking yellow dress which set off her subtly highlighted blonde hair. 

"Does this mean you're back in the game?"

"If you mean 'am I over it?' then yes. I thought I was in love but it clearly wasn't reciprocated. But the important thing is that I now have plenty of room in the flat again. You're going to stay with me until you get back on your feet."

"I couldn't impose on you."

"Of course you can. We can console one another."

In truth, I was glad of the offer. I still looked back to our days at University together, and our shared student accommodation, as amongst the happiest in my life. It seemed impossible that it was now more than ten years since we had graduated. 

After a few hours in her company I felt almost normal. She cooked a meal and, against doctor's orders, I drank a couple of glasses of wine. Whenever I tried to turn the conversation onto the subject of business she deftly deflected it and made me laugh at trivia. 

It was sad then to look around her flat and see the subtle signs of the break-up; the lighter patches on the wall witnessing missing paintings and the gaps in the rows of books yet to be closed. 

"Do you remember this?"

She came and sat beside me and showed me a photo album. It contained photos of our student holiday in Munich.

"That's when you started calling me 'Hoss'"

I smiled at the recollection. We had been to the cinema and I had remarked on her resemblance to the actress Nina Hoss and the nickname had stuck through the years. I looked at her again now and appreciated that time had been very kind to her. She had grown more beautiful as she had gotten older. 

We drank hot chocolate as we pored over the photographs, each one bringing with it happy memories, and then we decided to call it a night. 

The spare room was an en-suite and, whilst I showered, she went to fetch me one of her night dresses. I returned to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, to find that she had already changed. She sat on the bed, devoid of make-up, her hair still damp, wearing a sloppy tee-shirt.

"Irresistible, huh".

As she said it she lifted the hair from the nape of her neck and formed her lips into an exaggerated pout but I did not miss the slightly ironic undertone. 

I sat down next to her and put my arm around her.

"I'm sorry about Zoe. I thought you guys made a great couple."

She sighed.

"Que sera; perhaps it wasn't meant to be."

She looked downcast and I was about to comfort her when she looked up at me with a wicked smile.

"Oh God, that girl could do great things with her tongue."

We both laughed out loud. Penny loved to try and make me blush but, in reality, her sexuality had never been an issue between us. She had been up front about it since the first day we met but I told her that I was still happy to have her as a room mate.

There was a tacit understanding from the outset that neither of us would have partners to stay over in the room and it had worked perfectly well. I have to confess that once or twice, usually when fuelled with alcohol, my dreams had me imagine Penny with another girl but never in a crude manner. 

Had we ever come close? Just once. The heating in the building broke down one evening and, like a pair of schoolgirls, we sat together on the sofa in our night clothes snuggled under a quilt whilst we watched television. 

The film had been a real weepie and we found ourselves hugging one another. At the end we broke apart just a little awkwardly but there was definitely something unspoken between us. 

If I was ever tempted then Penny would have to be the one but, for her, commitment was everything; nevertheless, I suspect that, just then, the urge had been as strong for both of us but we allowed the moment to pass never to be revisited. 

In some peculiar way my behaviour with my mysterious hospital visitor felt like a betrayal of Penny's trust and, without thinking, I hugged her to me just a little more tightly.

She gave me a melting look of beautiful innocence and, before I could help myself, I kissed her on the lips. It was a fleeting touch, something easily dismissed, but the expression on her face suddenly changed. She looked, puzzled, unsure, wondering what had prompted my reaction. 

I could give no reason even if asked but my heart was beating madly. For a few seconds I lost myself in her eyes and I felt removed from the world. Somewhere, far at the back of my mind, a warning sounded telling me not to throw it all away but I was beyond recall. 

Her eyes opened in shocked surprise as my hand lighted gently on her thigh. I was immediately struck by the warmth and incredible smoothness and my fingers moved slowly upwards beneath the hem of her tee shirt.

She remained frozen, unable to move, as I ventured all the way up to her hip before trailing across the firmness of her stomach. I felt her shiver beneath my touch but then she put her hand firmly on top of mine.

"You mustn't do this. It's not necessary."

The words were whispered and she smiled disarmingly. 

She clearly thought that I was trying to help her get over Zoe but I was being driven by my own selfish desires. My behaviour was irrational but I simply could not stop myself. 

With her hand still on mine I went to my knees and, to an outsider, it might have looked as if I was proposing marriage. Penny must have thought so because she now looked set to laugh at my preposterous performance. 

I knew what I wanted but I could not admit it to myself. Before my courage failed I gently freed my hand from hers and used it to slowly ease her knees apart. 

She was so taken aback that, at first, she did not resist. 

She was wearing nothing beneath her tee shirt and her sex lay vulnerably revealed. As I stared I could barely catch my breath.

If truth be known I had never been able to find anything aesthetically pleasing about the male form unless it was rendered in marble.

By contrast, I could understand the allure of a female body. The soft curves were almost designed to draw the eye and, at that moment, I was entranced. 

Her mons was flawlessly smooth, a pronounced arc with a sharply defined centre line that hinted at a hidden promise. 

For a second or two I simply stared and she made no move to try to cover her modesty. In fact, it seemed as if she was daring me. I had cast the die and now she was waiting to see just how far I was prepared to go. 

This thought dragged me back to my senses. Clearly the accident had had more of an effect on me than I realized. I was glad that it was only Penny who had witnessed my aberrant behaviour; she, of all people, would understand.

I began to apologize but she put a finger to my lips and gently shushed me. I was grateful that there was no need for words and I was comforted as she drew her finger gently across my face and began to stroke my hair. 

I closed my eyes and my head lolled against her thigh. It was firm, warm, somehow reassuring, and it was tempting to rest there but I had embarrassed her enough. 

I sighed and made ready to get up but, as I did so, her fingers slyly entwined themselves in my hair. It was seemingly innocent but I was effectively held fast. I opened my eyes and her sex was now scant inches in front of my face. 

In the few seconds that had passed it seemed to have swollen; not markedly, but enough to allow the fragile tips of her inner lips to emerge. I found it incredibly erotic and the more so as her scent began to tease my olfactory senses.

In my minds eye I could see my tongue pressing against her opening and I could almost taste her syrupy femininity. 

I shook my head, a slight movement intended to gather my senses, but, in response, her fingers pressed just a little more firmly at the back of my neck. Only then did I understand that, whatever her feelings in the past, she had now had a change of heart.

I cast my eyes up to hers and saw the glint of excitement. I had put myself in this position but I now felt a growing reluctance. It was hard to define but there was something about her expression. It was not quite condescension but it no longer seemed like a meeting of equals. She made me feel as if I was only providing what was properly due to her.

My uncertainty must have transmitted itself because she moved forward slightly drawing me more deeply between her thighs. 

"Don't tease me..."

Her tone was more lawyer than the friend I knew but it triggered something deep in my psyche. She relaxed her fingers just a little as if testing the efficacy of her voice. 

Her sex filled my vision, a forbidden fruit that I could no longer resist. I edged forward but, even now, I could not totally commit. I kissed softly, a hesitant touch at the crease of her thigh.

I had already tasted another woman, there was no mystery in that, and I was filled with the urge to experience it once more, but this was Penny and it felt almost incestuous. 

I trailed tiny kisses across her mons, marvelling at the smoothness of her skin, and all the while her scent grew stronger casting itself about me. It bound me more tightly than any physical ties and my tongue moved expectantly in my mouth.

She recognized the moment of transition and took her hand away from my head. Light fell between her legs picking out a single bead of moisture as it oozed from her sex.

"Taste it..."

There was a hint of command in those two words, and it sent a shiver through me, but I fell upon her willingly. I put the flat of my tongue to the base of her sex catching the heavy droplet even as it formed. 

The taste broke over my tongue with its now familiar savour but it shocked my brain like chilled alcohol. I was not sure if this was a reaction to the taste itself or the fact that it was Penny but I was desperate for more.

I licked broadly upwards along the length of her sex and felt it yield to my touch. The tight clamshell now opened to greet me and I was surprised by the inner wetness; that she could become so aroused in so short a space of time was curious. 

I kept my tongue extended and found a rhythm which was clearly to her liking. She relaxed and settled more comfortably on the bed and I was conscious of her looking down at me.

Oddly, I had no thought of bringing her pleasure. I was completely caught up in the sensations of my mouth pressed to her sex but notwithstanding this detachment she was becoming more aroused.

She lifted her hips a little, inviting me deeper inside, and I needed no second bidding. I speared my tongue and pushed through the outer portals to the tightness beyond. 

My mouth was now sealed to her and I began to suck gently swallowing down the cloying essence. This oral submission excited her and her flow increased to satisfy my new craving.

Before too long her body began to tense and her breathing became more ragged. A suppressed moan escaped her tight closed lips and then my tongue was squeezed with an unexpected violence. 

It lasted for a few, almost painful, seconds before she began to tremble uncontrollably. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as her climax took hold and I could feel each pleasurable tremor as it quaked her. 

Slowly, her body relaxed but instead of disengaging I stayed in place as she gave up a last, reluctant, trickle of moisture. As the seconds passed, and she spoke not a word, I began to feel ever more awkward.

Finally, she broke the impasse by easing away from me to lie fully on the bed. I assumed that it was an unspoken invitation to join her and I rose stiffly from my knees.

She looked like a languid feline, her hands joined behind her head and one leg cocked leaving her sex lewdly displayed. Oddly, her openness put me more at ease and I slinked up beside her.

At that moment all I wanted from her was a hug, a recognition that something special, perhaps life affirming, had happened for us but she brought me up short. I was only half way onto the bed when she extended her hand and stroked my face.

I closed my eyes and waited for the kiss that I thought must come but her body movement was wrong. I was left slightly off balance and I gradually tipped forward.

"Nice and slowly this time..."

My eyes sprang open as my mouth came to rest on her sex and with both knees raised she had me ensnared. 

Her words left no room for misunderstanding but I felt confused; the tenor suggested that this was, for her, now no more than a sexual liaison. For me, it may have started that way but, in my mind, I had allowed it to go beyond that. 

I felt a need to talk it through with her but she was already stroking my hair encouragingly. I decided to take the line of least resistance not least because my own state of arousal was reaching a pitch and the imminent prospect of Penny returning the favour made my heart beat wildly.

This time I took things less hurriedly. I teased her inner lips with the tip of my tongue and was fascinated by the degree to which they swelled free. The taste was weaker but I resisted the temptation to delve deeper.

For the next few minutes I worked diligently until I was able to take each fleshy wing gently between my lips and caress it. By now my face was slick with a mix of perspiration and her offering and I was sorely tempted to stop to clean myself up but I did not want to spoil the moment. 

She too was caught up in it. Outwardly assured she was beginning to fidget and she exhaled with a series of stifled moans. I began to lick again making my way inexorably towards the apex of her sex. 

The slightest pressure of my fingers would have opened her completely to my attentions but I wanted to do it using my mouth alone. Hubris perhaps, or simply a misguided attempt to prove to her that I could be the equal of any of her former partners. 

I could feel the bulge of her clitoris beneath my tongue and she gave a elongated groan. As she did so she braced her feet flat on the bed and her sex magically parted.

I could not see but I used my tongue to appraise the sensuous topography. Her clitoris was a firm hemisphere, larger, perhaps, than mine and it seemed to swell even more as it shed its hooded covering. 

"Yes...just there..."

The exhortation was unnecessary. I was transfixed by the rounded smoothness and the more I licked the more her sex reeked. Unlike the first time I was now in control and I experimented by changing speed and pressure to see what turned her on the most. 

She punctuated her breathing with an involuntary series of 'yeses' which helped to guide me and I was able to bear her up and hold her just short of the peak. 

"You bitch!"

It was a playful profanity but I knew she could not take much more. I moved my tongue a fraction to concentrate my attentions at the point at which the cowl of her clitoris was joined and it had an immediate and dramatic affect. 

Her back arched and her body began to spasm. It was an intense, quivering, vibration that, having started, seemed to have no end. She gave an uncontrolled shriek of pleasure and then her sex erupted. 

Heavy drops of moisture spattered the lower half of my face some of them finding their way into my mouth. Her body was tensed to the degree that it must have been almost painful but she was determined to hold herself at the pinnacle for as long as she could. 

In the end her strength failed her and she had to let it go. She made one final effort before surrendering and slumping heavily onto the covers. There were tears in her eyes, a mixture of ecstasy and frustration, as I licked up the syrupy droplets that dappled her sex and thighs.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal I eased away from her sex and moved up the bed a little. Her eyes were closed and she had a beatific smile on her face as I gently rested my head on her exposed breasts. 

I waited in pleasurable frustration for her to make the next move and it was a few moments before I realized that she had drifted off to sleep. 

Chapter 4

In the morning she was gone and I lay chilled on top of the covers. I was, by turns, confused, frustrated and embarrassed. I thought about phoning her at the office but I was unsure exactly what I would say and decided to leave it until she came home.

I dressed quickly, forced down a cup of strong coffee, and then braced myself for a return to work. I had been told not to drive for a few days and so I hailed a taxi for the short journey across town. 

Once in the building I was almost overwhelmed by the show of affection and genuine concern that greeted me. It took me more than half an hour to cross the space of the open plan office before I reached the relative calm of my own inner sanctum.

As I looked back out through the one-way glass it came home to me that these fifty or more employees were all dependent upon me for their livelihood and it could all have been snatched away in a heartbeat.

It took the better part of the day to work my way through my e-mails even though they had already been ruthlessly culled by my secretary. The list of telephone calls to be returned was equally daunting but, by making some assumptions about those which were probably simply expressions of sympathy, the task became more manageable.

As I got back into gear I grew increasing concerned that there appeared to be no communications from Tate. I was hoping for something exultant telling me that the contract had been signed but if not that a confirmation that we had not been successful.

I checked my watch and calculated the time in San Diego. Everyone had gone for the day leaving me alone in the office. This was often the case but I knew that, on this occasion, it was partly a reluctance on my part to go back and face Penny.




Adoration



I picked up the phone and dialled Tate's number but it had barely begun to ring before my office door opened. 

Seeing her standing there was surreal. It was as if something had escaped from a dream to invade the solid reality of my working life. After my first full day in the office I felt a little jaded but she looked radiant. She was wearing the same linen suit over a different blouse and her face was impeccably made up as though for a night on the town.

"Who the hell are you and how did you get in here?"

All staff needed a valid swipe card to gain access but she was standing there as large as day. 

"Right now, I'm your best friend."

Anger brought colour to my cheeks as she came in and closed the door behind her but I also felt an undeniable frisson. 

She slowly walked around my desk and I defensively turned my chair to face her. 

"Have you missed me?"

Her degree of composure was unsettling. I was at a loss for words giving way to shock, as, without warning, she dropped to her knees in front of me.

"The first day back must be a bit tense I guess...let me help you relax."

I was too dumbfounded to resist as she reached up under my skirt and purposefully took hold of my pantyhose. Like a magician pulling the cloth from a table she gave a single sharp tug and I was left with my underwear bunched halfway down my thighs,

I immediately felt the cool air on my sex and I instinctively looked towards the large exterior window but I had drawn the blinds earlier in the day to shade the sun.

This was all so terribly wrong, almost perverted, but rather than being repulsed I felt my heart hammering excitedly. She held my eyes as she gently removed my underwear altogether and then eased my legs apart.

"Good girl...you kept it nice and smooth..."

She reached out to my sex and ran her fingertips gently over the surface and I felt my stomach tighten. All of the frustration of the previous evening with Penny came rushing back and she seemed somehow attuned to it. 

"I'll take care of you."

I almost fainted as she leant in to plant a single kiss at the centre of my sex and any thoughts about the impropriety of the situation were subsumed in a sudden surge of lust.

She licked along my labia fleetingly and my sex literally ached. In fact my whole body was tense as she began to kiss randomly ranging over my mound and inner thighs. 

I forced myself to relax a little, with muscles threatening to cramp, but I had no sooner done so that I felt a warm wetness escape me.

"Oh, I love that.."

She touched a finger to the base of my sex and then brought it to her mouth. She began to lick the very tip in a manner so graphic that I could feel a phantom sensation deep inside.

I began to think, and fear, that I was going to reach a climax simply by watching her but she was not going to allow that to happen. She eased her arms under by thighs and her cool hands held me firm as she melded herself to me.

To begin with she opened her mouth over my sex and I could feel her warm exhalations as she breathed through her nose. It was a few seconds before I became aware of the first movements of her tongue.

She made an oblique assault licking to one side of my pudendum and then the other but each stroke opened me up just a little bit more. She kept this up for some minutes all the time increasing my frustration. I wanted her to penetrate me, to open me altogether, but she was working to her own agenda.

My sex felt incredibly hot and there was a moistening response. I was leaking to the extent that my chair was going to be in need of some serious cleaning but that only served to excite me more. 

For a few seconds I found myself wishing that it was the middle of the day. The thought of all my staff busy at their desks whilst this was happening to me only metres away from them aroused me in a way that I found hard to comprehend. 

She responded to my increased agitation by dipping her head fractionally and then I felt her tongue at the base of my sex. I expected her to lick upwards but, instead, she simply applied a steady pressure and somewhere inside me a dam broke. 

I could feel the sudden flow of moisture and she gave a greedy moan as she swallowed. Had this happened to me in the past I would have been appalled but her response made it seem the most natural thing in the world. 

She stayed as she was, taking all that I had to give, and then her tongue moved with renewed purpose. The tip traced a path between my labia, slowly pressing ever deeper, and then I felt her inside. 

It was not a passive invasion. Her tongue seemed impossibly long as it twisted and writhed. I was close to a climax and I wanted to squeeze but she seemed able to spark bundles of nerves that released the tension whilst still buoying me up. 

I was breathing hard and my clothes were damp against my skin but she showed no mercy. She seemed tireless and determined that I was only going to come when she allowed.

I was whimpering, pleading under my breath, when she finally relented and sought out my clitoris. 

I was tempted to use my fingers to open myself for her but she denied me by closing her mouth over the crown of my sex. Her tongue then touched the swollen bud and I was so sensitized that I could feel the almost imperceptible movements as she drew a tiny figure of eight. 

It was a delicious feeling. I was sure that it would not be enough of itself but I had reckoned without her patience. She continued to coax at the same inexorable pace and after a few moments my whole body was balanced on a single fulcrum of pleasure.

I had reached a point where she held complete control of my body on the tip of her tongue and she simply waited until I melted into orgasm.

It was an almost indescribable feeling. At first the waves of pleasure gently lapped at me but, with no obvious effort on her part, they grew stronger and stronger threatening to drown me. I literally had to fight to breathe as my body was shaken with the joy of it and I cried out in thanks.

I slowly regained my senses to find her preening my sex with lazy licks of her tongue and I felt an overwhelming sense of affection for this almost total stranger.

She finally got up from her knees and licked her lips for a final time before cleaning her face with a tissue. I tried to compose myself but I was at a complete loss.

"Won't you tell me you name?"

Her expression was slightly mischievous but she had toyed with me for long enough.

"My name is Ellen, Ellen Fielding"

The name meant nothing to me.

"I guess you would understand if I simply called the police."

She looked unfazed by the threat and moved to the opposite side of the desk. She took a seat and then began to speak.

"For my own reasons I have your best interests at heart. I could tell you exactly what is going on but I think it is important that you draw your own conclusions. 

What you need to know is that the contract has not been signed and you have to ask yourself who stands to gain from that. When you think you have the answer get in touch with me. I have a room at the Metropole."

With that she got up and walked out of the office.

Chapter 5 

I was so taken aback I did not chase after her. My immediate reaction was to try and phone Tate but some instinct held me check. On the face of it this young woman was not altogether of sound mind but I sensed there was something genuine about her.

I sat and mulled it over for the best part of half an hour but got nowhere. It might well be that the contract had not been signed because of my accident but Tate was empowered to sign it in her own capacity.

At the finish I put the call through to San Diego but there was no answer. I left a message and then decided to call it a day. 

I was tempted to avoid Penny and go back to my own apartment but I knew that I had to have it out with her. The problem was that, following my shattering climax, I felt guilty once more. I told myself that this was nonsense, as I was in no way committed to Penny, but I was desperate to know how she felt about the events of the previous evening. 

As it turned out the decision was made for me. Penny phoned just as I was leaving. A client had let her down and she was left with a box at the Royal Opera House for a performance of Rossini's 'Guillaume Tell'.

It was too late to eat before the performance and so we agreed on a quick glass of wine. We met in our usual haunt, away from the tourist crowds, and found ourselves a quiet table.

We tried to be natural with one another but it was apparent, within a minute or two, that the conversation was strained. I was still shocked, however, when she came directly to the point.

"Listen, you are my closest friend. I want things to stay that way. We need to forget that last night ever happened and get back to the way things were."

I should have been relieved that she was proposing the simplest solution, perhaps disappointed, but what I felt was affronted.

"I thought it's what you wanted."

She reached across the table and put her hand on mine. 

"I won't lie. I've thought about it more times than I care to think about, but it wouldn't be fair on you."

"Are you saying I wouldn't know my own mind? I'm heterosexual and there's no way to change?"

I could hear the hint of petulance in my own voice and she smiled benevolently. 

"Look, there are things about me you don't know. Last night was just a hint of it."

Now I was totally confused and she must have seen it in my eyes. 

"You know for yourself that I can be two different people. In general I like to think of myself as easy going but, professionally, as a lawyer, I am prepared to be totally ruthless. Unfortunately it is that side of my personality that also colours my sex life.

"I'm still not sure I understand."

"Let me make it simple. When I take lovers I am demanding and greedy. I always like to receive and very rarely give."

She must have read my mind because she continued, answering the question that I had not put into words. 

"You're thinking that it must be impossible to sustain a relationship on that basis? You would be amazed how many women there are out there, natural submissives, who want exactly that."

The word conjured up darker connotations and I wondered if she was hinting at something else. The image of Penny with leathers and whip seemed absurd but now I was curious as to how she saw me.

If I was asked to describe myself I would use adjectives like ambitious, successful perhaps even calculating but she then said something that threw me completely.

"You think that we are much alike, and that is true to an extent, but, at heart you are a submissive. If you and I entered into a relationship things could never be the same between us. You would come to adore me and whilst nothing would make me happier, I would have to weigh that against the loss of our friendship as we now know it."

I was about to tell her that she was being absurd, that she had it totally wrong, but her choice of words made my heart beat faster. She had spoken not of love but of adoration and it struck a chord deep inside me. 

I had a hundred questions but she was instantly dismissive. She drained her glass and picked up her handbag.

"Come on, or we shall miss the overture."

It was a brisk ten minute walk to the opera house and we took our seats in the box. There was chilled champagne already open and Penny poured two glasses. The famous overture came to a rousing finish but my mind was completely elsewhere. 

Our seats were arranged diagonally and Penny was slightly in front of me. As the curtain was raised and the opera started she appeared totally engrossed but I could not stop myself from stealing glances at her. 

I kept trying to make sense of what she had said in the wine bar and I realized that I was drinking champagne a little too freely.

At the start of the second act there was a friendly commotion in the box adjacent to ours. It seemed that they were trying to accommodate more people than there were seats and one of their number was left to stand. 

She was a young woman, slim, elegantly dressed in a white silk sheath set off by a string of pearls at her throat. She pantomimed to us asking if her presence was disturbing us and Penny gestured a polite 'of course not' in return.

Now it was Penny's turn to be distracted. I noted, with a twinge of envy, how she surreptitiously looked away from the stage to gaze at her. At one point the woman must have felt her eyes because she turned and graced Penny with a sweet smile.

Penny turned in her seat towards me and I assumed that she wanted a refill but she beckoned me closer. I leant forward, conspiratorially, and she whispered in my ear.

"I want you to go down on me."

I drew an astonished breath. It was an outrageous thing to say but her words made my heart pound. On stage the principles had just begun the moving "'Quand l'Helvétie.." and I wondered if she was suggesting that we leave immediately. 

I looked back at her and my question was answered in a manner that shocked me to the core. She was in the process of slipping out of her panties and then she sat almost regally with her legs parted.

I thought again, about everything she had said, all of the implications, and I knew that I should simply get up and walk away but I was held by something beyond my control and I was contemplating the unthinkable.

The box itself was in deep shadow and the door was latched. If I was on my knees I would be completely out of sight...except for the woman in white. If she were to look back...

I was barely breathing and time seemed to stand still. I wanted to look her in the face but I found that I could not. My eyes remained downcast and I slowly went to my knees, the weight of her words having taken on an almost physical quality. 

All was dark. Ancient wood panelling, heavy, damask curtains, a deep piled carpet and, in the midst of it, her thighs assumed an almost ethereal paleness. 

I drew closer and my sense of smell was heightened. The fabric of the building leant a musty undertone counterpointed by the distinctiveness of women's perfume but my nostrils flared as they sought out one particular scent.

It drifted in the air enticingly, luring me in, until I was pressed by her thighs and the music took on an other-world quality. 

Her sex was sopping, suggesting that this was more than a sudden whim, but I was beyond caring. I opened my mouth and took my fill of her. 

I felt, rather than heard, her sigh. She put a gentle hand to the back of my head and then, with a single finger, she stroked my cheek in a clear signal that she wanted to feel my tongue.

I reluctantly took pause and began to lick slowly taking in the whole of her sex. I used the flat of my tongue to spread her labia and then ploughed a deeper furrow using the very tip.

The whole situation was wrong in so many ways, and I would have been mortified to be discovered, but I felt a sense of both comfort and arousal that made my body tingle. 

The very thought that Rossini's music was transporting two thousand people to the cantons of Switzerland whilst, in their very midst, my world was bounded by a pair of silken thighs was intoxicating.

At some point I think she came. Her sex relaxed a little and it was markedly warmer but there was to be no respite. Her hand remained behind my head asserting control and urging me to continue. 

I was tempted to focus on her clitoris, to quickly take her back to the peak, but I had a greater need. Using a steady pressure I speared my tongue deep inside. I knew now that, after she came, her taste was subtly different. I could not explain it but it was, in some way, more rounded and I yearned for more.

Her fingers moved in my hair at the back of my neck letting me know that she understood all of this and that she was, for now, happy for me to take my reward.

I lost track of time but some part of my brain registered the fact that the second act was coming to a close.

I slipped away from Penny and took my seat whist she rearranged her skirt and began to join in with the applause. As the lights came up I looked towards the adjacent box to find the young woman looking directly at me. She was still smiling but I am sure that I detected a glint in her eye. 

I felt myself blushing as so I excused myself and made my way to rest rooms.

I could not meet my own eyes in the mirror as I washed my face and reapplied my make-up. I was strongly tempted to leave there and then but good manners would not allow me to walk out without first saying something to Penny.

I took a deep breath as the interval bell sounded summoning us back. I took a moment to compose myself outside the door to our box but I was rocked back when I found that we now had another guest.

Penny did not miss a beat.

"I asked Beatrice to join us. It's silly for her to stand whilst we have all this space."

It was the young woman from the adjacent box. I had originally guessed her to be seventeen or eighteen but I could see now that she was probably a year or two older.

Penny was explaining that Beatrice's aunt was a late addition to their party leading to a shortage of seats but I barely registered what she was saying. 

I was taking in the way that she sat, relaxed, but straight-backed, a privileged young woman born to a world of opera and champagne. I am not a fashion aficionado but the simple lines of her dress were suggestive of Norman Hartnell. 

She had crossed her long legs leaving the hem of her dress draped in such a way that it threatened to slide up altogether to reveal her thigh. 

I looked away but not before noticing her breasts. They were discrete mounds, in keeping with her slim build, but she was not wearing a bra and her nipples formed distinct points in the white silk.

I was acutely aware of my appraisal of her but I was disturbed that I could no longer sure be of my own motives.

I took a seat, leaving Beatrice sitting between us, as the curtain rose for the third act. 

I tried hard to concentrate but our new companion had a habit of twirling her finger in her short blonde hair and I found it distracting. I started to notice small details like her slender neck and her immaculately manicured nails. It grew particularly irksome when she transferred her attentions to her string of pearls running them through her fingers.

On stage the scene changed to the square at Altdorf and Beatrice leaned forward to whisper something to Penny. 

Penny whispered a reply whilst looking at me over Beatrice's shoulder. I felt a twinge of jealousy at their easy intimacy but, as Beatrice sat back, her fingers still at her neck, her pearls became unfastened to cascade down the front of her dress and on to the floor.

Without thought or hesitation I knelt to try and retrieve them. I found them immediately and, thankfully, the string had not broken but then I saw that Beatrice had not moved at all. 

I handed her the pearls which she took from me without a word of thanks. She allowed them to hang from her finger and I watched as she lowered them towards her lap. She paused for a moment and then drew them towards her pulling up the hem of her dress as she did so.

As her bare thighs were revealed I cast a glance at Penny. She was looking directly at me with an amused smile on her face. 

I knew then that Beatrice had watched and Penny's invitation to her extended to more than just a seat in our box. I felt cheap and used but as Beatrice slowly opened her legs I was overcome by an almost heart-stopping excitement.

She may have been young in years but she had an innate understanding of the psychological dynamic at work. She did not open her legs altogether. When they were a few inches apart she ran her fingertips slowly up the length of her thighs moving her dress completely out of the way. Only then did she teasingly reveal the one thing she knew I was desperate to see. 




Adoration



It came as little surprise to find that she had already removed her panties but I was not prepared for the sight of her pubis which was dressed with a lush growth of hair somewhat darker than one might have been led to expect. 

It was a neatly trimmed triangle but it seemed, somehow, out of keeping. I guess I assumed that it was de rigeur nowadays for young women to go for a smoother look. 

As if reading my thoughts she ran a finger through the tight curls and I was wafted with her scent. She wanted me to know that my performance with Penny had aroused her and now, more importantly, she wanted me to do something about it.

Even as I told myself that I must not abase myself in this manner I felt drawn closer to her until I could feel the warmth of her thighs against my face. I understood that I was, in some way, on a dangerous downward spiral but reason no longer played a part.

Driven by something far more instinctive I began to nuzzle her sex letting my nose graze the silken covering as I inhaled deeply. She smelt freshly showered but it was overpowered by her natural offering.

This fleeting contact excited her but I was not prepared as she closed her legs and squeezed me tightly. For a few seconds the sounds of the performance were muted and I was aware of my own rapid pulse sounding in my ears.

The pressure was painful but she was greedy for more and she made herself relax. Her pubis was now damp and this emphasised her surprisingly prominent labia. As I began to explore with my tongue they had an almost tactile quality and, judging by her barely restrained squirming, they were incredibly sensitive. 

Little by little I worked my way deeper inside until my tongue could reach no further and I could feel her body stiffening. 

My position put a strain on my neck to add to the increasing complaints of my knees but now that my tongue was awash with the taste of her it had an almost narcotic effect. 

There was nothing youthful about it. It was the taste of a sexually mature woman at the height of arousal and I could no longer deny myself. As I continued to savour her I thrust my hand into my own damp panties and pushed my fingers deep into my sopping sex. 

I shocked myself by coming almost immediately. It was a wrenching, panting, orgasm and my hot breath worked to increase her excitement. She clutched me to her with hands enjoined behind my head and I did not want it to end but she pushed herself at me just a little more forcibly making it clear that she expected me to put her needs first.

My tongue was sore by now and so I took the less strenuous option of working on her clitoris. It was easy to find; a plump bud already standing proud of her labia and I licked with a rhythm that matched my own ebbing climax.

She tolerated this for a few moments but an insistent pressure from her fingers told me that she wanted me to give it more effort. 

I was tempted to defy her and to tease her to a finish at a pace of my choosing but I was uncomfortably hot. My whole body felt clammy with perspiration and my face, wet for so long, was feeling raw. So, I acceded to her demand and began to flick my tongue more quickly.

The effect was immediate. Her body began to shake and then convulse almost uncontrollably. I feared that she was going to draw attention to us but there was little I could do about it as, once again, her legs scissored me in a vice-like grip. 

This, at least, stilled her movements but the stifled cramps of pleasure were transmitted to me as a series of painful compressions.

Fortunately, she quickly reached a point where she could take no more and, with a reluctant effort she unhooked her legs and set me free. 

The hush of the theatre and the plaintive call of a single oboe seemed unreal after what had taken place but the world was exactly as it had been. No one noticed as I retook my seat and Beatrice adjusted her clothing.

No one, that is, except Penny. With a wicked smile on her face she handed me a tissue and a fresh glass of champagne. 

I cleaned my face as best I could and then took a sip but found myself working the cool, dry, effervescence around the inside of my mouth allowing it to mix with the thicker taste that coated it before swallowing slowly.

I knew that I had to get a grip of myself, to try and understand what was happening to me, but my brain refused to function. As the applause for the close of the third act died away Penny leaned across.

"Do you have any plans for afterwards?"

Beatrice answered with a knowing grin.

"Nothing I can't get out of."

"Then I suggest that we three leave right now and get to know one another better..."

Chapter 6

The following morning, as I sneaked out from Penny's apartment, my sense of guilt and self-loathing was almost crushing. It was this, perhaps, that led me, once I was washed and changed, back to the hospital. 

His condition appeared unchanged but the doctors said that there were positive signs. I sat with him for a while just holding his hand but I felt a coldness inside knowing that things would never be the same.

I loved him once, I was sure of it, and I wondered if the accident had, in some way, altered my feelings towards him but the truth was we had already been drifting apart. 

Though it was hard to say for certain I was sure that my memory was fully restored. I could even remember the moments leading up to the accident and cursed our luck.

He said that car was not responding properly. None of the multifarious warning lights had come on but he is a good driver and I trusted his judgement. It was just bad luck that he pulled over on a part of the motorway that was a complete dead spot for our mobile phones.

He suggested that we put on the hazard lights and wait for a little while to see if a police car passed but after twenty minutes or so I insisted that he left me whilst he walked to the nearest emergency phone. 

It was as he was getting out of the car that we were struck from behind and after that I woke up in hospital.

It was only now that it occurred to me that the car was still drivable and we should have simply crawled along the hard shoulder in first gear until we reached the phone. That way he would not even have to have worried about leaving me. 

The more I thought about it the more it nagged at me. It was the sort of practical thing he would normally have suggested. 

At that instant something fell into place and I rushed from the room. 

I took a cab across town to the Metropole where I asked of for Ellen Fielding. I was pleased, but mildly surprised, when they found her in the register but this was followed by disappointment when I found that she had checked out.

My mind was in business mode and I acted decisively. I returned to the office and called in Janet. After a half hour briefing I told her that I was leaving her in charge whilst I made a trip.

I knew that I was leaving things in capable hands. Janet had made herself indispensible as office manger since joining a little over three years ago and I was already of a mind to offer her a junior directorship when the time was right.

Five hours later I was seated in the departure lounge at Heathrow awaiting the flight to San Diego. It seemed a rash thing to do but it had the benefit of getting me away from Penny and giving me time to clear my head.

I told the stewardesses that I did not want meals, that I was not to be disturbed, and I arrived relatively refreshed. I took a room at the Marriott and decided that I would surprise Tate the following morning. 

I could not be bothered to trail around looking for a restaurant and so I decided to eat in the hotel. I booked a table but went down a little early and had a cocktail at the bar. I was used to attracting male attention but today I seemed, somehow, more aware of it; perhaps I was simply trying to reassert my heterosexual credentials.

I was not the only one causing male hormones to rage. Sitting alone at a corner table was another single female. She was absorbed by her laptop giving me a chance to appraise her as every man in the room was doing by turns.

She was conservatively dressed in a business suit and, as far as I could judge, she was of Middle Eastern extraction. She had her hair pulled back from her face in a tight chignon which emphasised her dark features. 

I was impressed with her make-up which was a little heavy but tastefully applied adding to her air of exoticism. I would have put her age somewhere in her thirties but something about her suggested that she might, in fact, have been a few years older.

One customer, bolder than his fellows, walked across to her table and she was clearly annoyed. He was obviously not taking no for an answer but she was not going to give him the satisfaction of moving away. 

She stood up and I feared a scene. Almost without thinking I picked up my glass and walked across.

"Sorry, have you been waiting long? I didn't see you sitting here."

Confronted by the two of us he slunk away and the woman thanked me.

"That was very thoughtful, but unnecessary."

Now that I was close up I could see that she was probably right. She was quite tall but nicely proportioned albeit with a very impressive bust. She had an aura about her that suggested that she was used to confronting this sort of situation.

More intriguing was that fact that she spoke with an unmistakable New York accent but I took my cue and turned back towards the bar,

"Wait. I'm sorry. That was rude of me. Are you here alone? Have you eaten?"

Her name was Sabeen and she was a hedge fund manager for a New York firm who were looking to establish a presence on the west coast. She had been based in San Diego for a month whilst she prepared a strategy report.

We hit it off immediately, although she struck me as a little aloof, and she was particularly intrigued about London which she had never visited. We ate and then shared a second bottle of wine back in the bar. 

I was about to suggest a coffee before we went our separate ways when she took hold of my fingers,

"I see that you're married; a pity...or is it?"

Although it is hard to credit I was stunned by this forthright proposition. I had seen it as nothing more than two business women sharing one another's company. I also assumed that she was married but I noticed, only now, that she was not wearing a wedding band.

A voice in my head screamed at me to politely say goodnight but her dark eyes were issuing a mischievous challenge. It felt like a dream as I followed her to the elevator and then we were in her suite with its view over the moonlit mariner.

"Do you like to play?"

This seemingly odd question dragged me back to reality and I began to wonder how I could politely extricate myself. 

I must have looked uncertain because she felt it necessary to illustrate. She opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet to reveal a number of white silk scarves but, more chillingly, an ominous looking dog whip.

"Look, I'm sorry. There's been a misunderstanding."

She smiled as she replied.

"I think not. I knew you were a submissive as soon as I saw you and, besides, why else would you seek me out?"

Was it true? Had I unwittingly given some sort of signal and, more worryingly had I been drawn to her in some subliminal manner? If so, why had it not happened to me before?

I wondered if I had changed in some way or if that first encounter with another woman had opened the door to a hitherto unseen facet of my personality. 

I spoke quickly.

"It's not what I want...bondage, pain...none of it."

She looked slightly intrigued and then appeared to weigh me in the scales once more.

"A pity...but having led me along for the whole evening I'm not going to let you leave me completely frustrated."

Surely she could not have believed that I had planned it from the outset? I was about to voice my protest when she cut me short.

"Come and undress me."

She spoke with a quiet authority, a woman used to getting her own way, and, once again, it resonated.

It felt as if I had stepped out of myself as I obediently moved towards her. She had already removed her jacket and my fingers were trembling as they reached out to the buttons of her blouse. 

She made no attempt to help me as I fumbled them open but simply turned so that I could ease it from her shoulders. 

My eyes immediately fell to her breasts fettered by an obviously expensive bra which was certainly not a chain store item. It pulled off the trick of emphasising their shape without making them look overly large. 

She allowed me to stare for a second or two before half turning so that I could unfasten the clasp.

Her skin was a beautiful dusky shade and her dark nipples stood in stark contrast. As close as I was I could see the faintest suggestion of stretch marks which seemed to confirm my conjecture that she was older than she appeared. 

"You haven't finished."

She kept her hip turned presenting the side zip of her skirt and I slowly reached for it.

I knew that I was subjugating myself but I could not overcome the urge to open this deliciously exotic package. The skirt slipped down her legs to reveal that she was wearing stockings and suspenders and this heightened my excitement.

She was quite wide hipped but her legs were long and shapely and, as I went to my knees, I ran my fingers over the fine silk. As I did so I felt her relax safe now in the knowledge that I would not disappoint.

Again, my fingers were clumsy as I worked the fastenings of her suspenders but this was less to do with nervousness than it was my growing anticipation. I cast the flimsy belt aside and then proceeded to roll her stockings down her fascinatingly smooth legs.

There was no awkwardness as she stood in just her panties; she had total faith in her ability to seduce and it was not unfounded. 

She allowed me a moment or two to admire her and then she stepped closer pressing her sex to my face. Her rich cotton panties were warm and damp and she teased them across my nose.

"You have a very pretty mouth...I think I'm going to enjoy this."

Again, her choice of words, and their inflection, heated my blood. I slowly reached for her panties and slipped them down.

With my new found fascination for the female form I took in the radiance of her revealed sex. Her mound was smooth but much darker than her natural complexion as if it had been given a sharp slap. 

The same blow might have served to split her open as her labia, almost raw umber, were peeled back allowing a tantalizing foretaste of a molten interior. 

The whole was crowned with a sharply defined vee of dark hair but I noticed with shock, and not a little amusement, that a small lateral wedge had been shaved out so that it resembled her companies' logo. There were obviously some preferred clients who were never going to forget.

I could wait no longer but she made it clear that this was to be on her terms.

"Let me make myself comfortable."

She turned from me and crossed to the room's armchair giving me an opportunity to appraise her from a different angle. She had a classic hourglass figure and her backside was just a little heavy but, as she moved, it swayed in a deliberately provocative manner.

She reclined herself and then looked me straight in the eye as she lifted her legs and spread them over the arms of the chair. I was taken aback by her effrontery but she was totally unperturbed as she tossed a cushion on the floor in front of her.

"Come and get settled in...this is going to take a while."

If I was thinking rationally I would have walked out but I was a marionette and she was skilfully pulling the strings.

I wanted to undress, to feel more at one with her, but I sensed that this was not what she wanted of me; so. I moved closer and prepared to worship at the shrine.

With her sex so wantonly displayed her scent began to pervade the room, adding to her visual magnetism, and I breathed it in like an addict. It was so strong that I could almost taste it and my mouth watered in anticipation.

I knelt before her and I could see that one or two gray hairs were adding silver accents to her pubis leading me to wonder how many women had preceded me here. 

I was enraptured as it lay open before me in its glistening entirety and I kissed it with an almost holy reverence. From then on time had no meaning. I devoted myself to her licking every moist dip and crevice until I could hold back no longer. 

I pointed my tongue and pressed against the token resistance until I was deeply embedded. An almost silent groan was the limit of her appreciation and I was fired with a new determination. 

I curled my tongue inside her and used the very tip to massage a spot high in the roof of her sex which, for me, was incredibly sensitive.

I got an almost immediate reaction as her body shuddered but she quickly regained her composure and settled again. I managed to keep up the assault for a minute of two but it made my tongue ache appallingly and I had to relent.

It was a blessing to relax and, whether intentional or otherwise, the gentle squeezing of her internal muscles was delightfully therapeutic. It became hard to shake the notion that she was, in some way, toying with me challenging me to find the key and make her come. 

It had to be soon. I had been breathing her essence for a long time and my body was telling me that I needed fresh air. I was also conscious that the continued wetness was getting deep into my pores. 

I slid my tongue free to seek out her clitoris but she held me in check.

"Not yet..."

There was no doubt that, despite my discomforts, or perhaps because of them, I was in some personal nirvana but I was reaching my physical limits and she had to know. But it was then that she chose to take me to a new level.

She placed her hand on the top of my head and, as she did so, she relaxed more deeply into the chair. 

Her sex was still invitingly spread but now there was more. Her perineum shone with a wetness which trailed down to a deep-set opening and I could not tear my eyes away.

My thoughts were confused and contradictory. At heart I felt a sense of revulsion. This was something I had never contemplated, although I had been a willing recipient on occasion, but, displayed in this manner, it was imbued with a sinister beauty.

"Lick it..."

Her words were a whisper but there was no doubting the hint of command. She was proud of her body and seen from my lowly position it had an Amazonian magnificence but I was hypnotised by that single dark eye. 

It pulsed slightly even as I looked and her arousal was evidenced by a single bead of moisture which wept from her sex whence it succumbed to gravity and lazily followed its inevitable course down into the valley. 

It was this perhaps as much as anything which finally lured me in. I bowed down and ran my tongue back up along the path it had traced and then went lower still. I knew that if I hesitated I was lost and so I licked with a single broad sweep along the whole length of her furrow.

The taste was slightly stale and there was the salinity of perspiration but, as I licked a second and third time it was more pleasant. I could feel the pent up strength of her glutei with its single focal point and I drew ever nearer.

Her skin tone shaded to charcoal as I encountered the radiating veins of firmer flesh that led the way to the core and, already, my tongue was flexing in preparation.

I had made the transition from reluctance to willing supplicant but now I was frustrated in my endeavour. As I licked at the heart of her rosette it seemed impossibly tight but she whispered tersely.

"Do it!"

I spread my fingers across her cheeks and, pressing my mouth as closely as I could, I gave one final push with my aching tongue. For a second or two it seemed forlorn but then I felt her relax under my hands and I was welcomed in.




Adoration



The immediate pressure almost made me withdraw but I held fast and she adjusted to accommodate me.

It was hard to breathe but I calmed myself and allowed the sensations to register. 

To begin with the taste was chemically clean but it was overtaken by a musky fullness which was flavoured by her arousal. I began to thrust my tongue a little to present the whole surface and this had the added bonus of increasing her excitement.

I could feel her contractions becoming less controlled and I had no doubt that it was as much to do with the fact of my abasement as it was the physical manifestations.

She was squeezing firmly enough to expel me but I rode with it and each time she relaxed a little I was able to drive deeper within her.

"Oh God! That's so good!"

Suddenly her fingers were in front of me beating a furious rhythm on her clitoris.

"Don't move!"

I was going nowhere but I was a little distressed; my face was flushed and I seemed to be breathing more moisture than air. She was either unaware or uncaring as she drove herself on and then, with one last, painful, tightening she started to come.

Held in place we shared together the ebb and flow of the tide of pleasure that washed over her causing her to cry out with the relief of it. When, at last, she was completely drained her body went limp and I moved away. 

Laying there, sated, she looked more beautiful than ever and I tenderly helped her to disengage her legs from the arms of the chair. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"You are something else..."

I felt a surge of pride at her words but I also felt a little ill at ease. By any measure my behaviour had been aberrant, and I was feeling the physical strain of what I had gone through, but I was suffused by an incredible sense of wellbeing.

"Undress for me."

I was happy to oblige, pleased that I was not to be simply dismissed and glad to free myself of the damp mess that my clothes had become. 

As I stripped I saw something akin to lust in her eyes and I teased her a little. It was nice to be reminded that I too was an object of desire and, despite her clearly stated agenda, I dared hope that there might be something more. 

She leant forward to retrieve the cushion that I had knelt on, for what seemed like hours, and tossed it onto the floor a little further away. 

"Lie down. I want to watch you make yourself come."

I was a little uncertain but I finally lay at full length on the floor with my head supported by the cushion. After a pause I opened my legs a little and put my fingers to my sex.

Within seconds I knew that I was going to come quickly. Whilst tending to her my arousal had been more mental than physical but now I needed to open the safety valve and find release. 

"Raise your knees."

Even now I was reticent but I did as she asked allowing her to look directly between my legs. I felt like a whore but the thought of her watching excited me immeasurably. Once again I played out a little drama moaning and raising my hips slightly as I pushed my fingers deep inside.

I needed to come but now, at the same time, I wanted her to desire me. So I held back, teasing myself mercilessly, running my hands sensuously over my legs and body. 

I did not look at her. I closed my eyes and lost myself in my own performance until I could wait no longer. I brought my fingertips back to my tender clitoris and allowed the countdown to begin.

I was crying with both the effort and the pleasure of it and I was there on the very brink when I opened my eyes to find her posed above me. As my sex went into meltdown she slowly lowered herself and sealed me in her womanhood... 

Chapter 7 

I stayed with her until morning and when I took my leave we exchanged business cards. It seemed totally incongruous in light of what had passed between us but, over dinner, I had imparted a little of my mission to San Diego and she had expressed a genuine wish to assist in any way she could.

We also parted with a tacit understanding that it was a one time affair, intense, never to be forgotten, but we both had different paths to travel.

Back in my own room I slept until early afternoon and then made ready. Tate had her practise in the gaslamp quarter and I decided to take a walk. In the event her office was hard to find and, from the outside, it did not look like the home of a major law firm but looks were deceptive.

Inside it was plushly appointed with many of the original fittings lovingly restored. I announced myself at the reception desk and then there seemed to be a problem as the receptionist put through a call and had to repeat my name in an exaggerated manner. I smiled inwardly hoping that my unexpected visit had caused

sufficient consternation.

Tate herself came out to meet me beaming her effusive California smile. She made much of being delighted to see me whilst at the same time chiding me for not announcing my visit. 

This was only the third time that we had met face to face, my husband having carried out the major negotiations, and now I looked at her in a new light.

I knew that, coincidently, we were born on the same day but I thought I was aging better. She was a beautiful woman, with a body pampered by gym and diet, but the stress of her job was beginning to show in her face.

Tate was still making small talk when I cut right across her.

"Why isn't the contract signed?"

She was caught unawares but, to her credit, she recovered quickly. 

"You weren't there for the conference call, you couldn't be contacted, and so I postponed the signing." 

"Tate, can I remind you that it was you that suggested the video conference call 'hands across the water' approach. I wanted the contract signed in London with no fanfare." 

She smiled in a placating manner.

"Look, the Koreans appreciate this sort of thing..."

I fired back a little more tersely that I intended.

"You knew my concerns about the share price. You were empowered to sign whether I was available or not."

Now she was a little flustered and she began to dissemble. .

"With the accident and everything..."

"Tate, you can't have known about the accident until well after the event."

I had her on the back foot and I pressed my advantage.

"Besides which, I do not appear to have been inundated with calls or messages. I thought you would have been concerned."

For a second she looked puzzled but then her expression changed as she saw her chance to come back at me.

"I couldn't come to London with the Koreans still in town but I sent one of our best people."

"So who is he? Why hasn't he been in touch?"

"It wasn't a 'he'. Her name is Fielding. Ellen Fielding.."

Chapter 8

I needed time to order my thoughts. I left Tate and agreed to meet later when tempers had cooled.

My mind was still buzzing as I left the building and I was tapped on the shoulder. I whirled around to be confronted by Fielding herself and I almost struck her. She looked genuinely hurt by my reaction but she tugged my arm urgently.

"We have to talk. There's a coffee bar across the street."

I calmed myself a little and, having ordered coffee, we sat down. 

"No bullshit. Just tell me who you are and what you want."

"I'm a lawyer, specialising in UK intellectual property rights. Tate's firm were offering a six month contract to an English qualified lawyer to deal specifically with the new business you brought their way. I couldn't turn it down. Six months in the States and a chance to meet you in person."

"Why should that be important to you?"

"Because I was, or should say, am, infatuated with you. I admire everything you have achieved and, as a lesbian, I lusted after you from afar."

"You are beginning to scare me..."

She looked crestfallen. 

"Look, I know how this appears. I never had any intention of things turning out as they did. I had even convinced myself that we were destined never to meet until events overtook us."

"So why the mystery over the contract?"

"You had to work it out for yourself or you would not have believed me."

"This has something to do with my husband doesn't it?"

She said nothing and allowed me to speculate.

"He'd driven along that road a hundred times before; he'd even complained about his phone signal. It was just too coincidental that we broke down just there, out of contact, when I was scheduled to take the video conference."

"I guess that the accident was not part of his planning. I am also guessing that he was short-selling. If he took an option to sell shares in my company with the pre-knowledge that the contract was not signed on time, and the speculative publicity that would generate, he stood to make money. He had even joked with me about it."

"He knew I wanted no part of it: any hint of insider dealing would bring the roof down on my head."

"Now I'm thinking that he colluded with Tate to do just that. What I don't understand is why. We are already wealthy by any standards and what did Tate stand to gain?"

And then it all fell into place.

I should have seen it. She was certainly his type, above medium height, nice legs and impressive bust. 

"They were having an affair weren't they?"

Ellen nodded and then spoke timidly.

"If I told you, you would have thought that I was simply serving my own ends, trying to drive you apart."

"But why the scam?"

"My guess? Tate is a self-made woman, that's probably what attracted him. She would have him but she would not support him financially. So he needed his own war chest to fight you in the divorce courts. He wanted to get rich the easy way."

"Can I prove any of this?"

"I've checked Tate's files. There's no evidence."

"There must be something."

"She has a laptop; stays with her at all times. I could try and steal it for you."

"You would do that?"

"Ethically, I don't like what's going on and so I'm heading back to the UK. I've nothing to lose. Besides, I've fallen for you in a big way."

My consternation must have shown but she smiled quickly.

"I know I must seem like a kook and I am not proud of the way that I have gone about things. I know that I was trying to live a fantasy but I am just grateful for those few precious hours. When I get back you'll never hear from me again."

The tenderness of her expression touched me more than I would have imagined and I had to resist the urge to reach out to her.

"I don't want you to steal for me. If she brings it this evening I'll try and get a look at it."

"It will be encrypted. You'll have to find someone who can break into it for you..."

She giggled.

"...or you could torture her for the password."

Chapter 9

She was naked and terrified. She could not move and her eyes took in the blankness of the white ceiling above her. She wanted to cry out but the gag robbed her of her voice.

She was desperately trying to gather her thoughts but she was still befuddled by the drug. It had been easy enough to slip it into her drink but that made it no easier on my conscience. 

To all intents and purposes she simply looked inebriated as I escorted her from the bar but, once inside my room, she had collapsed frighteningly quickly. The assurances that the effects were short-lived seemed hollow, and I was seconds away from calling an ambulance, but once she was on the bed she started to come round. 

Undressing her seemed like an invasion of privacy but I had only to remind myself about what she had intended for me. 

Her body was lean, with a healthy all-over tan, and her restraints drew attention to the finely honed muscles of her arms and legs but I was fascinated by her breasts. They were heavy, nicely shaped and, if she owed anything to the surgeon's knife, it was money well spent. Without closer examination I could not tell.

Her nipples were ovate and a dusky shade of rose. In the slight chill of the room they had hardened and I was sorely tempted to touch them. 

The worst had been opening her legs. It was taboo in so many ways but I could not keep from glancing at her sex. It was a flat plane but with a long, pronounced, division. It seemed barely closed as if a gentle breath of air would set it asunder. 

She was shaved but was, for some reason, allowing it to grow out and the resultant auburn tinge was slightly at odds with her expensively dark coiffure. 

She calmed herself a little and lifted her head but her face became a blaze of anger when she saw me. Pieces must have fallen back into place because she began to tug furiously at her restraints and shouted in spite of the gag.

The restraints themselves were chillingly impressive, especially at such short notice. They looked like handcuffs but each had a small ratchet which could be used to adjust the length of chain.

As she continued to scream muffled invective I moved around the four corners of the bed and made the bindings a little tighter.

After a few moments she quietened down and tried a more placatory approach but I simply ignored her. As hoped, she had brought her laptop with her and I set it up on the bedside table. It booted up but then it froze demanding a password.

I walked back into her field of view.

"Are you going to tell me the password? Just nod for yes."

The greater part of me hoped that she would already be sufficiently persuaded to nod but yet another secretly wanted her to resist. That I was motivated by revenge was not in doubt but there was also the unexpected thrill of having her helpless which produced a purely sexual charge.

She shouted something which might have been "Bitch!" and her eyes glared defiance. Powerless as she was she was still prepared to challenge me. 

That changed when she saw that I was not alone.

Sabeen came and stood next to me and must have presented a frightening apparition. When I first broached the idea with her I was afraid that she would dismiss me out of hand but she had entered into the enterprise with an almost worrying enthusiasm.

She had procured all of the equipment in the course of the afternoon, including the sedative that I had administered, and now she was dressed for the part.

She wore a short black skirt with a matching cropped top which fought to contain her impressive breasts. Her long dark hair was gathered in a pony tail which hung mid way down her back and her heavy make-up, not least her blood red lipstick, gave her features a sinister cast. She completed her ensemble with a pair of spike heeled shoes which added another five inches to her already impressive height.

I thought that it was far too theatrical but she had lectured me on the benefits of a psychological dominion versus the purely physical, something I had already experienced at first hand.

One look at Tate's face bore out the truth of her contention. On seeing this vision of darkness looming over her the blood drained from her cheeks. She tried to speak but the gag rendered her questions incomprehensible. 

Sabeen waited for a moment and then glided onto the bed. She pinned Tate's outstretched arms with her knees and raised herself just enough to allow her to see that, beneath her abbreviated skirt, she was quite naked.

Tate now had an inkling of what was in store for her and she shook her head in furious denial. 

Sabeen waited patiently and then brought her knees a little closer together to deny her victim freedom of movement. Once she was still Sabeen spoke once more.

"Now this is how it's going to work. In a moment I am going to remove your gag...then you are going to lick me to an orgasm."

This precipitated another bout of struggling but the combination of Sabeen's weight and the tight bindings made it a futile effort. 

"I assume, from your reaction, that you have not had this particular pleasure before which makes it all the more delightful for me."

She reached behind Tate's head and unfastened the gag but, before removing the plug of rubber that stopped her mouth, she spoke again.

"I'm assuming that you are going to scream, in fact I would be disappointed if you didn't, but I would remind you that these business suites are fully soundproofed. 

With that she slipped the gag free altogether and, after taking a second or two to adjust her jaw, Tate gave forth.

"Get off of me you fucking bitch..! or so help me!"

Sabeen remained immobile, completely unfazed, and Tate tried a new tack. 

"If I am not free in the next thirty seconds I will make sure that you rot in the filthiest prison that this State has to offer."

Sabeen appeared to contemplate this for a moment before replying.

"So, you know my name? You can prove any of this ever happened? I guess you could prove that you were in this room but as far as anyone knows you came up here for a little consensual lesbian sex with one of your clients. That should go down well with your partners."

I thought that Tate was going to go apoplectic. She screamed wildly and despite Sabeen's assurances I was sure someone would hear.

It was a full minute before she calmed herself a little and spat her next words with a full measure of venom.

"Come near me and I will rip you apart..."

She bared her teeth and, for a moment, her features were no longer those of a beautiful young woman but instead took on a feral quality. 

Sabeen looked, for all the world, like someone who had heard it all before and I began to wonder just what I might have unleashed. I should have asked for the password again, and given Tate a chance to spare herself, but, now that it had started, I had to know how the drama would unfold.

Without replying to the threat Sabeen calmly reached for the fastenings of her skirt and provocatively removed it all together.

"I want to watch you when you submit to me."

Tate lunged her head forward with an unexpected violence but Sabeen was just out of reach. She brushed a stray hair from her forehead and spoke as though nothing had happened.

"We can do this one of two ways. You could make it easy on yourself..."

Tate gave another scream but this time one of shock. She now knew that there was a fourth person in the room as she felt a warm hand caressing her sex. She bucked viciously but, within seconds, knowing fingers had begun to tease out unwanted sensations of pleasure.

Her eyes stared into space and she began to pant but as quickly as they had come they were gone. She tried to see past Sabeen who picked up her sentence as if there had not been an interruption.

"...or you can do it the hard way."

There was an innocuous swish of air and then Tate's body jolted as if charged with electricity. She gave a delayed scream but a second swish heralded more pain to be followed quickly by a third and forth.

The flail looked like something that might be used to deter flies in the sub-continent. Its myriad thin strands were gathered into a platted handle, which made it easy to wield. 

It caused a sharp, burning, pain over a wide area but it passed quickly as I could now attest. When, late in the day, I had begun to have second thoughts Sabeen persuaded me to try it for myself. She had struck me twice across my bare behind and I had leapt up trying to rub away the pain. Now, just a couple of hours later, there was not a mark to be seen. 

I took a quick look at Tate's thighs which were flaming red but the pain was eased as a single finger pushed deep inside her sex.

For a few seconds her body writhed as she fought the stinging glow but, in so doing, she impaled herself more fully and now a thumb came into play on her clitoris.

Sabeen had explained that, if done carefully, the pain would meld with the growing arousal increasing its intensity and this was borne out by the expression on Tate's face.

In spite of her torment there was a look of growing rapture and Sabeen chose this moment to slide forward.