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First Try

By: Rav3nknight



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First Try at Bi



After a long day at work I came home to an empty house and a note on my keyboard from my girlfriend letting me know that she'd be home a little late that night. I was tired and decided that I would lay down and take a little nap before she got home.

When she finally arrived, she headed straight into our room and went for "the drawer." She pulled out a blindfold and told me that she wanted to tie me down. I accepted her request, and I noticed that she was looking especially sexy that day. She was wearing a tight little blue top that showed off her beautiful C cup breasts and tight jeans which made her ass look amazing. On top of that she was giving me the best of her "fuck me" looks. 

Next thing I know I'm strapped to the bed and she's sucking my 7 inch cock like nobody's business. She started nibbling on my ear and whispered that she had left something in her car that she needed to bring in. I asked her what was important enough to interrupt our lovemaking, and she told me that I wouldn't be let down. I waited there in bed, tied up, for what seemed like an hour. I was horny as hell, and I couldn't figure out where the hell she went. When she came back, she didn't say a word. She came into our room and started kissing me on the mouth and sucking on my earlobe. During one especially long, deep kiss I felt a mouth around my cock, and she whispered in my ear that she has a surprise for me. I was surprised all right, my mind was running in circles trying to figure out whose mouth was wrapped around my cock. This continued for another couple minutes or so until she lowered the blindfold so I could see what was actually happening to me. There she was, topless, rubbing her luscious tits while a man was sucking my rock hard cock like a pro. He stood up and she introduced me to him, he was sexy as hell. He had short dark hair, a cute smile, and the perfect semi-muscular body. He was smooth and tan with a round, soft, perfect ass. His cock was 6 inches or so, and was the best looking cock I had ever seen. She winked at me, and gave me a look that let me know that we were both thinking the same thing about him.

She raised the blindfold and both of them went down on me at the same time. It was incredible as I heard them kissing each other while they sucked me. I was ready to erupt when she decided that it was my turn to give. She untied me and ordered me to get on my knees and take his cock in my mouth. I had never performed on a man before, so I was a little scared. I started by licking the tip of his cock and ran my tongue down his hard shaft. My girlfriend went down and took his cock in her mouth, showing me how it should be done. After the instruction, I followed her lead and accepted his cock in my mouth. I was surprised by how big it felt, practically filling my entire mouth. It was smoother than I expected it to be. I continued to suck and lick his cock, while she showed me how to rub his perineum. The woman gives great head. She showed me all of her tricks. Like, how to suck on the tip of his cock while my hand is stroking the shaft. She grabbed my other hand and put two of my fingers on his perineum. While I was sucking him off, she gave me head at the same time. It was a little hard to concentrate on him with her sucking me at the same time, but he didn't seem to mind too much. After another minute or two I felt his dick start to pulsate in my mouth and then I felt his cum spurt into the back of my throat. I didn't especially like the taste, but I swallowed every last drop of his cum. My girlfriend told me that she wanted me to fuck her to finish both of us off, so I fucked her from behind while he licked her clit from underneath. We both came at the same time and all three of us collapsed into a pile of satisfied bodies.

That was the only time we had ever been with anyone but each other while we've been together. We haven't participated in any other threesomes, but we have been happily married for the past 10 years. 



First Try For A Big Guy



You can’t know what it’s like unless you’ve experienced it.  

Imagine like your whole world has narrowed to pinpoint clarity and that for a moment you can forget everything and know everything at the same time.  Maybe it’s like what enlightenment is supposed to feel like, or perhaps what Eve felt when she first bit into the apple.

Like Eve’s, my downfall was also delivered to me by a snake. Fat sixteen-inch snake that dwelled in the jock pouch of Aaron Black.

And I wanted nothing more then to have it back inside of me, filling all that was suddenly missing in my life, every inch of it.

But the gauntlet had been cast down.  Amidst a few slaps and an explosion of jizz that left me reeling, Aaron had made it clear that I was going to need to obey him if I wanted his addictive monster back inside of me.

To start my search, I gathered the girls.

The girls are my assistants.  As a journalist, I need a team of researchers to help me write my more challenging stories.  Since I’m also an editor, I need three.

There’s Tina.  She’s the head of the team, a pretty, petite girl with black wavy hair.  She’s known for her fast wit and faster fingers.

Next to come to my summons was Katherine.  She’s a little older, at 30, an ex-librarian with mousy brown hair and thick glasses.  Still, even her modesty cannot conceal a massive pair of breasts that rival mine, or the lush curves of her hips.

And lastly, the new girl, Liz.  She’s a medium built red-head with a mouth so dirty I have to wear earplugs every time she loses her temper.

“What the fuck’s up, boss?”  She asked as she entered my office, closing the door behind her.

I’ve never lied to the girls before, but Aaron’s challenge made it necessary.

“Girls, I have a confession to make.”  I started.  They all sat as I continued.

“I have been offered a large sum of money by Playfilly magazine to track down the best endowed men in the county for an expose.”

Tina and Kathy gasped, while Liz merely shrugged.

“I know, I know, but times are tough and I need the money.  If you’re willing to help, I’ll split it with you even, as a friend, not as your boss.  All you have to do is line the studs up, and I’ll knock them down.  Are you in?”

There was some brief consideration, but following Liz’s lead, all three swore in.

“I think I might have on already.”  Said Kathy.

“Yes?”  I asked, pulse quickening.

“I was passing by the national news room a few days ago, when I heard a tremendous moaning.  I poked my head up to the crack in the door, and there was one of the reporters, riding one of the copy boys.  I only caught glimpses, but he was definitely packing some pretty serious meat.”

“Oh really?”

“Oh!  That must be Michael!  I’ve heard he’s got rod of a God!”  Quipped in Tina.

“Michael huh?  Great start ladies.  I’ll get on it er---him--- er, the case right away.”

***

I went to the copy room that evening armed to the teeth.

I was armed with a short leather skirt and a power suit top.  The suit was massively stretched by my jutting jugs, they were aided by a red push-up bra I keep when I want to emphasize the positive.

Tucked into my cleavage was a tape measure.

I was not about to take any prisoners.  

My previous adventures may have led you to believe I am a weak-willed or feeble woman.  Quite the contrary, prior to the savaging I’ve received at the end of Aaron’s pussy punisher, I never let a man push me around.

Pushing back again would be refreshing.

I started by pushing open the door.

Michael was humming as he copied, back turned to me as I entered.  He matched the description I’d been given.  Brown curly hair, dockers, and a blue shirt.  His pants were definitely a size-up for extra room, a good sign.

Then my hands were on his cute little ass, and he was yelping.

“Yigh! Ms. Divine!  I didn’t hear you come in.”  He whirled to face me.

“You’ll be hearing me come to your heart’s content soon enough, boy.”  I said, leaning forward, letting my massive melons press him back against the machine.

Nowhere to run.  Poor Michael.

“If, the rumors are true that is.”  I purred.

“What rumors?”  He asked, noticeably breathing quickly and staring at my bust.

I held my fingers many inches apart and gave a wink.

“You little tease, playing dumb and hung.  I like it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking abo-“ He trailed off as my hand lifted his crotch firmly.

“Yes, I’m definitely feeling something good here.  Show me.”  I pulled back a little and folded my arms under my rack for better display.

He nervously unzipped his fly.  At least, I assume that’s why his hands were shaking.

Down the pants flopped and I was looking at a well-filled pair of briefs.

I raised an eyebrow, and he understood the silent command, pulling those down as well.

There hung, and it hung well, at least as much as most men had.

“Impressive.”  I said flatly.  “But why isn’t it impressed to see me.”

He stammered an excuse; “Maybe I’m feeling a little pressure…” He started.

“I’ll show you pressure, donkey-dick!” With a ki-yai I grabbed him by the collar and whirled him around once, slamming him back first over a table.

“Oomph.”  He said.

Impatiently I grabbed his schlong, letting it flop a little in my grasp as I hefted his golf-balls.  Expertly my hand curled in a series of flutters around his scrotum.

I leaned those big lips of mine close to his ear and whispered,

“That, my boy, is a COCK!”  Then I stuck my tongue in and wiggled it around to make my point.

He was making a point too; the big spear in my hand was rapidly solidifying.

I looked down and inspected the wares.

Crap… the stud was packing a totally impressive nine incher, but of course, that’s no longer big enough in my book.

Well damn, I thought to myself, if I’m going to get punished over this, I might as well enjoy it.

I spun him again by his collar and this time pushed him up fully onto a table, his legs flailed as I straddled him.

“Ready for the ride of your life, little colt?”  I ripped open my blouse, letting my boundless cleavage show.

“Yes?”  He whimpered barely.

“Good.”  I said, and then plunged myself onto his hardness.  No panties and a skirt, nothing beats that for a covert quickie.

My pussy devoured him greedily, a single slurping sound the lone testament to the better-than-average cock that was so suddenly inside me.

He seemed shocked to say the least, but offered no resistance as I began to buck up and down on him.

He was thick, but no so thick as Aaron, and nowhere near as deep.  I could swallow him whole and spit him out of my cunt without even a pause.

But I closed my eyes, and was able to not think of Aaron enough to start getting into the fuck in earnest.

I moaned long and low, enjoying every big inch inside me.  My hands were wild, roaming to caress my tits, heaving them high on the back strokes, reaching back to give his big golf balls a re-assuring squeeze, twiddling my clit.

Finally they found their place on his rock hard pecs, just as he started to fight back a little, bucking his meat-stick all the way up into me.

We groaned and came together, his spurts of spunk triggering my orgasm.  It was neither so hot nor copious as Aaron’s was, but it was still the right stuff.

After he had collapsed beneath me, still wracked with little spasms, I stood up.  The back flow poured from me, a little puddle of cream.  I wiped up with some copy paper and left him on the table.

One down, now I had to report in.

***

I was kneeling before Aaron, looking up at him, past the incredible bulge into his deadly green eyes.

“Why are you here?”  He asked.

“To tell you I strayed.”  I answered.

“For how much did you stray?”

“He was a young man with a nine inch dick.”  I answered.

“Pathetic.  Why would you stray from me with such a little boy cock?”  He scoffed.  His hands started to work his belt and slacks off.

“He was w-well above average.”  I stammered.

“Yet smaller then me soft.”  He said, letting his soft dong drop out to rub it in.

“Yes.”  I whimpered.

“Then why fuck him?”

“Because,” And tears touched my voice here, “Because he’s the closest I can get.  I think of nothing but your cock Aaron.  I must have it!”

“Then you shall.”  He spoke benevolently.

“Really?  Oh thank yo—“

SPLAT!

My words were cut off by the sound, and feel, of a massive, flesh flute smacking across my cheek

“Uh!” I managed before he cock-whipped me again, the weighty log actually knocking my head back with the force of the blow this time.

“You dirty.” WHACK “Slutty” SMACK “UNLOYAL WHORE!”  CRACK!

The latter blow was from his cock now fully hard.  The sixteen-inch club knocked me from my knees to the floor, the room was spinning.

His hand tangled in my hair and he dragged me painfully up to meet more punishment.  Blow after blow rained down on my face, my neck, bruising my big lips, partially darkening one eye.  The giant cock that once brought me so much pleasure was now a tool of destruction, rapidly robbing me of consciousness.

Finally he relented, letting go of my hair on the final hard blow, the sound of it rivaling the thud of my hitting the floor again.

“Had enough of my cock for one night?”  He asked.

I whimpered incoherently and nodded.

Still the waves of his unrivaled masculinity moved through me.  I still felt that I wanted nothing more then him inside me, moving brutally.

I looked up at his jutting staff, his heavily hanging baseballs, dangling to either side of the bat I’d just taken the cock beating of a lifetime from.

“You may kiss each nut, and then my cock goodnight.”  He offered.

I did as I was told, slowly puckering my aching lips around one enormous nut, and then the other. 

When I reached his cock, I planted my kiss squarely on the head, sucking in heavily to savor the moment.  Suddenly he pulled his hips to the side, and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock.

CRUNCH!

***

When I came to, I was in my car, laid out across both seats.  My cheek bore a long red line where the final huge blow had landed.  I marveled a moment, and then drove home, every throb of my pussy reminding me I was an owned and marked woman, still cum-slave to a serpent called Aaron Black.

End


Author’s Notes 

Keep the responses and votes coming, then I can keep the stories coming that keep you coming.  

My stories are largely (no pun intended) based in truth.  If you want to know specifically what parts, that’s what VeronicaDivine@hotmail.com is for.  

Women, stay beautiful. Men, stay big.



First Tryst



“You think we’ll ever manage to leave this room?” Your face is above mine, resting in your palm as you prop yourself up on your elbow, looking down at me as we lay together naked in the bed we christened the night before with long-pent up lust. Your other hand is busy, your thumb and fingertips having trailed down my belly and begun to run the length of my waking penis.

“Why would we? I know I’ve got everything I was looking forward to right here.”

Your lips part into the smile I’d before yesterday only seen on my computer screen, in pictures and video images, and in my torrid daydreams and nighttime fantasies. “We’ll have to eat at some point, won’t we?” Your hand on my shaft continues its slow, teasing wake-up call, moving up and down with slow, deliberate movements as my cock lengthens and finally stands up off my pelvis.

“I thought you were preparing your breakfast while we we’ve been talking just now.”

“Cute. Maybe I have been, but it’s not like we get to see each other that often. I want to see a little of your town while I’m here.” 

"You’re here for a week, sweetie. We’ll make time. But first thing's first. You started something down there, now you have to finish."

Your eyes shine as you draw me close and kiss my mouth fully, darting your tongue around mine for a full minute before sliding down the bed and my body. In a moment my still-rigid cock is in your mouth, and with a hunger I can see in your gaze as you look up at me and feel as your cheeks hollow and your lips surround and engulf me you begin to work me with the technique I've come to know so well. Your face rises and falls in a slow rhythm, your mouth caressing every throbbing inch of me, your fingers fondling, caressing my balls, holding them in the palm of your hand, your fingertips moving over the rough, ridged skin between it and my ass. Your mouth slips off of me, your hand taking hold of my shaft as you run your tongue up and down the sensitive flesh of its underside, sending shivers throughout my body. After several long, slow rises and falls along the length of me he tip of your tongue slips down between my balls, below them in order to scoop one of them into your mouth. I feel your lips close around my sac and the vacuum suddenly surrounding it tugging it towards your throat. The sensation leaves me breathless, squirming against your mouth on me, wanting you to take the other in. I look down and see you looking up at me, the wicked pleasure you’re taking in this clear and shining in your gaze.

"Use your other hand," I utter between quickening breaths. "Play with your clit for me." I watch as your other hand slips down between your legs, fingers playing between your lips, and I hear you softly moan over my cock. All too soon I feel my control fading, my hands in your hair clenching, my head pushed back into the pillow, mouth open uttering almost a constant groan. You feel it building, too, and you switch gears on me, your hand moving up to the base of the shaft as your lips clamp around the head. You begin to stroke, jerking me off into your mouth, your eyes still on me when I raise my head from the pillow to look down at you. The look alone sends me hurtling towards the edge--I feel it boiling inside my cock, and your hand quickens, flying up and down over me, your mouth never losing contact with me, until I feel the explosion, feel it rip through me like a crashing wave, my hands reaching back for the wooden headboard of the bed, clutching it, my heels digging into the bed, lifting my ass from the mattress as I arch my back into you, body frozen, locked, then left shuddering, given over completely to the whims of your mouth and hands. When I can control my breathing enough to look down, I see your Cheshire smile, dabbing at your lips with your finger.

"That, my dear," I say, "deserves a great, great reward."

I ask you to lay on your stomach, a pillow under your head, as I slip off the bed and retrieve one of my bags. From it you see me withdraw a lavender vibe with a large bulb at the end of its bent tip and a shorter, thinner vibe with realistic contours, and a bottle of astroglide lube. 

We share a smile and I kiss you gently before positioning myself behind you on the bed and part your legs. Dewy wetness seeps from between your lips, inviting me to quench my thirst. I place my hands on your hips and lift them until you're on your knees, your shoulders still down to the bed, your ass high. I bury my tongue in your pussy, extending the tip and flickering it against the soft, silken walls, pushing it inside you as far as I can reach, then lapping up the hard little bud into my mouth and sucking it back towards my throat. I can hear your moans muffled by the pillow, and I continue licking and probing until your lips and pussy are glistening in the soft light of the room. Now you're ready.

I lower your hips back to the bed, keeping your legs wide apart. "I read somewhere that this position, with you flat on your stomach, is ideal for stimulating a woman's g-spot." I reach for the lavender colored, bulb tipped vibe. For several minutes I rub the end of the bulb tip back and forth over your lips, until I can hear you pleading for me to begin. The bulb penetrates you, slipping past your folds, and as I push it deeper I straighten the shaft, so that the bulb points downward towards the bed. A loud groan escapes you as I push it deep and begin to move it inside you, small back and forth movements, never taking it too far out, keeping the tip focused where I want it, in almost the deepest part of you.

As your moans grow louder and come faster, I begin the vibration, on the slowest setting at first. You cry out as it sends shudders through you, and look back at me, demanding more with just your glare. I increase the speed and keep up the small movements, until the vibe is set to its fastest speed. Your hands clutch the sheets white knuckled, your breath coming in pants, punctuating the cries and pleadings until the wave of your orgasm breaks over you. With a shout you raise your torso from the bed, pushing yourself back on the vibe. Your body shudders under my hand at the small of your back, and I feel the spasms of your pussy tug at the vibe in my hand. You collapse back down with heaving breaths and shivers. But we're far from finished.

Before you can rest I draw your hips up once more, ass high, shoulders down. I quickly use the astroglide to lube up the thinner jelly vibe until only the base can be held firmly. I press the tip against your ass, puckered and wide as I push against one of your cheeks, and as it slips into your anus I reach under you and start to massage your clit. Once again I have you moaning and pleading, and I sink as much of the vibe’s 8 inches into you as you can take, each small, slow thrust gliding a little easier than the last, until your sphincter relaxes completely and the vibe moves freely in and out. I turn it on, and let it thrum through you, pushing it in deep and holding it there. 

Positioning myself on my knees behind you, my cock now fully recovered, hard and ready to pound your seeping sex. I enter you fully in a single thrust and begin to rock back and forth on my knees, pushing into you and pulling you back on me. I feel you begin to thrust your ass back into me, completely wanton as I use the vibe in your ass and my cock in your pussy. I bring my open hand down hard on your cheeks, giving you exactly what I know will push you over the edge again and again. I increase the speed on the vibe buried in your ass and start to fuck you harder, faster until the slapping of our bodies together is rhythmic and fluid.

You push yourself up from the bed with your arms, arching your back and thrusting back into me, urging me with your whimpers and cries. You're close again ... I can feel it in the way your pussy grasps me, can hear it in your voice, see it in the profile of your face when you turn towards me, your eyes tightly closed, your mouth open, licking your lips, then clenching your teeth. All of this suddenly has me to the boiling point again, and as I give myself completely to the movements of my pelvis against you, I use my hand to start thrusting the toy in and out of your ass. I hear your loudest cry yet as you thrust back into me a final time, and you spasming around my cock destroys the last of my control. I shudder as I feel myself unload in you, wave after wave flooding into you, surrounding me as I hold myself deep inside, my own body gone rigid, a long bellow erupting from my throat, commingling with your own sounds. 

Finally, my muscles relax, and we both collapse, you once again face down on the bed, me on your back, then rolling off to the side on my back, holding the vibe that was in your ass in my hand. You look at me, your eyes glazed, a smile on your face that sends a charge through me, though I'm once again spent.

“I’m going to pass out now,” you say, a weak smile parting your full lips. “But when I wake up, I’m going to be hungry. I’ll want it again, exactly the same way, all of it. Promise me.”

I caress your cheek with the tips of my fingers, pushing your hair back from your face. “Promise. We’re definitely not getting to any sightseeing today, though.” 



First TS Ass



We had been chatting online for a couple of weeks when finally we were able to meet. I had her come over about 8:00. She pulled up in a beautiful BMW and I could see her sexy face through the windshield and I knew right then I had made the perfect choice. I had met 1 other TS before and recieved the best bj of my life but tonight I wanted more. She got out of the car and came over to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She smelled fantastic! She was wearing a black top with a short white skirt and high heels. We walked inside and sat on the couch, after a couple of beers I was done with the small talk and wanted to get down to business. I told her to come to me, she walked over and stood in front of me so that her waist was at my eye level, I began to kiss her stomach and rub between her legs, I could feel her cock growing inside her thong and that's when she released it. 

My heart went into my throat, I couldnt believe I was actually about to suck a cock for the first time. I am a straight man and I love the female form, but Im also very open to new experiences and this was one I had been thinking about for a while. I took it in my hand, it was about 5 inches and cut, a good starting cock I thought to myself, and I began to stroke it. Then I licked the tip gathering the nerve to take it all the way in my mouth. I grew more and more bold with each stroke and soon I was sucking with avengance. She began to moan and run her fingers through my hair I began to pumper her faster, then she stopped me and asked me if I wanted her to cum, I told her not yet, there was more we still had to do.

I bent her over the couch and knelt behind her and began to eat her asspussy out. That got her going bad. She was clutching the couch and screaming as I fingered her ass and dipped my tounge deep inside her, she reached below and started stroking my cock through my shorts, then she stood me up and pulled my cock out of my pants then her eyes got wide as she stared at my 8 inch cock. She said she didnt know if she could take it in her ass but we'd give it a shot. She began to suck me taking about half of my dick in her mouth, looking up at me with big blue eyes she told me I had a very beautiful cock and how much she loved sucking it. Well I about came right there after all that but I was able to hold off. I told her now I wanted to fuck her. So I strapped on a condom and lubed up her asspussy and my dick, I pressed my cock against her hole and began to push gently, but she was so tight I was having a hard time getting in without hurting her, finally I got the head in and gave it a few moments for her ass to adjust before going any further. I started to slowly move in and out of her but it still became too much for her. She stopped me and asked me if I wanted to be fucked.

I paused for a moment, I'd had fingers and tounges in my ass from past girlfriends but never a cock! But I was so horny that the idea sounded great, I laid on my back propped my ass up on some pillows to give her better acces to my hole. She began with a finger, then two until she felt I was ready for her, I could feel the coolness of the lubed condom pressing against my asshole then a small popping feeling as she pushed past and was inside me. The initial feeling was painful, but as she began to move inside me and stoke my cock with her lubed up hand everything became euphoric. I loved the feeling of her fucking my ass, after a while of this I could feel myself getting ready to cum, I told her and she began to fuck and stroke me faster, I then unleashed a stream of cum like never before, it was spraying all over the place, it was wonderful!! Just after I finished she announced she was cumming to and I felt her unload in the condom inside me, after a few seconds she pulled out and we collapsed exahusted and fulfilled. We cleaned up, she went off to meet some friends and I drifted off into a beautiful sleep. Cant wait for the next time!!!



First Tuesday



It was 'First Tuesday', the night each month that all the art galleries were open for their new exhibits. I dressed up a little nicer than my normal daily fare. Sure, I clean up well. There was just a hint of cleavage, maybe more than a hint, maybe a lot more. I liked to think my breasts were one of my better parts. I enjoyed them even though there wasn't anyone currently in my life to share them with. Judy had enjoyed them for sure, oh how I loved her lips around my nipples, or my clit, oh yes my clit. She could make me roar for sure. I left my long legs bare, tanned like all of my body, and my skirt short just to add a little drama to my appearance. The high-heals shaped my calves nicely. Maybe someone in their late forties doesn't usually dress as wildly, but I liked to show myself off, I liked other women to look.

One of my favorite galleries was the 'Images', a high art gallery that specialized in expensive photographs. Tonight a show by Kate Johnson was opening. I had seen a few pieces of her work displayed there and really enjoyed them. All were sensitive black and white images of female nudes, mostly just parts of the body, a breast, a thigh, a foot, a throat, or a mouth. Sometimes the whole body was shown. I also owned a book of her work; all the page edges were now well worn. She would be there and I was looking forward to telling how much I liked her work. I had seen a few pictures of her and I was in love with the way she looked. 

I pulled up to the valet in my black Mazda Miata with tan interior, a handsome younger man dressed in a tux appeared, maybe in his late 20's, and opened the door for me. There was no way I could get out without giving him a real show so I decided not to do it halfway. With one long leg out and no panties covering me, I just paused for a moment as he looked with his mouth agape. The second leg followed not so quickly, but before the poor man embarrassed himself with a huge woody in front of everyone.

As I took the claim check between my long slender fingers, I cooed, "Have a nice evening."

He looked straight in my eyes as he said, "I did."

The gallery was crowded with people, mostly women, mostly great looking women, in their finest clothes, all looking like they could drop more than a few grand for a photograph like they had only bought a stick of gum. I picked up a glass of champagne and began to walk around the edge of the room looking at the various images. The third one captured my attention and I stood looking intently at it as I rolled a small amount of the golden bubbly around over my tongue.

"That is one of my favorites too."

I swallowed as I turned around and found myself a few inches from Kate's face. The pictures of her would almost make me orgasm, but seeing her in person was a thousand times more exciting for me. I could feel the moisture starting to touch the top of my thigh and I knew the hem of my skirt wasn't very far below the forming drip.

"I love all of your work. It's a little embarrassed to say that I've taken one of your books to bed more than a few times. I'm Abby." I reached out my hand. I was so entranced by being in front of her that I completely underestimated the distance between us and pressed my hand against the lower half of her breasts. I didn't even think to pull my hand back; instead I left it resting against her.

"Such a nice greeting; most people just shake my hand." She smiled in a very real way, not just a fake smile that she might give to most strangers. I melted in her smile. Her hand covered mine and pressed it a little higher, a little harder against her, as she looked down the opening of my blouse at the tan skin of my breasts. "You are quite lovely Abby."

"Sorry. I was just taken with your beauty and got..."

"Don't apologize. Walk with me."

Our arms dangled alongside our bodies as Kate held my fingers with hers. She led me past each of her photographs explaining the details and background of each one. A few were quite erotic and she would squeeze my fingers a little tighter as we stood in front of those. One in particular showed the uncovered space between a woman's legs, a finger pressed against it, almost inside, and a few inches of thigh.

"That was so exciting to take, printing it was even more so. I bet you'd look much better."

"Might be fun if you'd like me to model for you. I've never done that." I felt so bold. I didn't know where that had come from, but I was glad I'd said it.

"Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

"Actually, no. I'm free. I was lucky and had a few good investments over the years, so now I'm 'retired'." I shrugged my shoulders and lifted my arms a little, almost apologizing for not working. "Guess I don't need to bring clothes?" I laughed.

"We're about the same size, I have a few things that will fit you if we need anything special."

The drive to the coast is always lovely and the weather today was perfect, low 70's with a clear sky. As I left the edge of the urban area and entered a forested stretch of the two-lane road, I unbuttoned my blouse, nothing under it except me. With the car top already down, the breeze through the car gently flipped my blouse open and closed. On the passing lanes up the hills, drivers in the bigger SUV's and pickup trucks were getting a good view if they happened to be looking my way. A few guys tooted their horns; even a woman or two smiled and waved or blew me a kiss.

Kate's studio was right on the beach, tucked alone in a small cove, close to a small town I always enjoyed going to. This was a remarkable part of the coastline with a long light brown sandy beach and high rocky cliffs. A few huge rocks stood near the edge of the water towering 50 feet or more above the beach. During low tide, pools of shallow water left from the high tide sometimes surrounded the rocks.

I got out with my blouse still unbuttoned. Without the wind the fabric was covering my breasts well enough people wouldn't stumble or trip while walking if they happened to see me. There weren't any though. My short cutoff jeans highlighted my shapely butt and my long legs. My long straw blonde hair was pulled through the back of my baseball cap. I reached over, grabbed a bag, and was still bent over as Kate stopped about five feet behind me.

"Nice ass Abby."

As I spun around, my blouse flew open on one side revealing a whole breast for long enough that she got a good view. "Hey Kate!"

"Damn! You have far too much on baby."

I knew from all of her photographs that Kate had seen many naked women far nicer looking that I am, and a lot younger too. I was flattered that she was talking like that. I also knew she was about five years older than I was, a perfect age I thought. I was trying to not let myself build this into something more than it might be or might become.

"I'm yours you know."

"Tease me. You're so delicious looking. What'd you bring?"

"Nothing much, just a bikini and a little robe I thought might be sexy. Oh, and a bottle of wine."

"Welcome to my little studio. Not much, but it's all I really need."

The studio was mostly one very large room with a bed by a window, a kitchen in one corner, and the rest was covered rolls of backdrop paper, lights, and camera equipment. There was furniture here and there that I recognized from her photographs.

"I've seen that couch in a number of your pictures."

"And soon, you'll have your naked body on it. Ready for this?"

"Actually, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep well last night."

"Good, that makes two of us. It has been a long time since I've wanted to have someone model for me as much as you."

"Why?"

"Maybe it was just that magical touch you gave me at the gallery last night." 

She quickly and lightly touched my bare left nipple with a fingertip, and then touched it again, this time for a few seconds. 

"I like the way it responds."

"I think it likes you."

"I hope other parts will as well."

"Me too." I leaned forward and gave her a little peck on the lips, nothing more.

She put her hand behind my back under my blouse and guided me to the couch. Her hand on my bare skin felt wonderful. I took the few pieces of clothing off. I sat with my legs spread wide; my hands were about a foot apart grasping the front of the cushion between my knees.

"I like how you don't have any hair around your cunt."

"Oh-h-h I like that word a lot. You will get me all wet if you talk dirty to me."

"You mean if I say I want to suck your clit and drive my tongue deep inside your cunt, that you will gush for me?"

I trembled as a chill ran up and down my spine from thinking about what she was saying.

"Probably..."

"Well then, fuck me baby!"

The tremble changed to a quiver as I felt a little orgasm start and then stop.

"Do that again and your pictures will be of a pulsating female mass in the middle of an orgasm."

"Well let's take a few of you prior to such an exciting thing."

She put her head under the cloth that was attached to the back of the large camera on a tripod standing several feet from the couch. After a moment she stood next to the camera with her thumb on the shutter cable and gave me some directions for how to adjust myself just a little. She clicked the shutter.

"Are you sure you've never modeled? You look so natural, so perfect, so relaxed."

"Honest. I just feel comfortable sitting here in front of you."

"Great. One more and then I want to take a bunch with my digital camera."

For the next hour I posed in more ways that I thought possible. She was the puppeteer and I was the puppet.

"Let's go out on the beach by the big rock. The afternoon light is just about right, at least it will be soon."

"Kate, how do you do this and not get turned on? I've already had a few tiny orgasms just knowing what I'm doing."

"Abby baby, you are so hot. For the first time in a long time, I really am having trouble controlling myself." 

Between poses, I was standing next to her. She pulled me tight against her and shoved her tongue down my throat for several minutes while her hand touched me in a few nice places. "Let's get some more pictures and then we can continue this."

"I'd really like that."

Everything was so beyond my expectations, her touch, her voice, her... well everything. I don't think there was anything she could have asked me to do that I would have not done without a thought. Stick your fist up my ass, yes right away, just let me bend way over. You get the idea.

The weather wasn't very conducive to lying on the beach, cool with clouds, so we had it all to ourselves. I wore my short robe with nothing under it as we walked across the sand to a place near the huge tall rock. The tide was coming in leaving a shallow puddle of water all around it. I stepped hard making a splash and leaving ripples in otherwise calm large puddle of water.

"Don't do that!"

I stopped in my tracks and looked around at her. She had a big frown on her face.

"The calm water can give me some great reflections that I would like to be in the pictures."

"Sorry."

"Common mistake, not a problem. Sometimes there is enough wind it will not be smooth anyway, but right now it is perfect. It will calm down in a moment."

"With or without my robe?"

"With, please. You can let it dangle open."

She stood in the kitchen looking around. "Want some wine? Some hot chick gave me a nice bottle today." She giggled as she circled a fingertip around the top of the bottle in a very suggestive way, something not lost on me as I pictured that fingertip circling a particular part of my body for a few hours.

"Wonderful. We can toast to my first day of modeling."

"Hopefully not the last either."

"Like I said, I'm yours."

"Careful, I may lock the doors so you can't leave." She laughed. The cork made a loud pop as it came out of the bottle. I watched as her tongue rubbed across her lips giving them a slight glint from the moisture that was left behind. I was ready for her to do that to some other lips, and not the ones on my mouth either.

I took a sip, maybe a gulp, of wine as I sat on the edge of the bed, and then put my glass on the table. Her blue eyes were captivating and held me in a deep trance. I didn't care about things like if she had any siblings or where she had lived. You know, all the usual things that are talked about when you first meet someone. I was too deeply in lust at the moment; all I wanted to do was hold her, to be held by her, to have our mouths all over each other.

My hand reached out and rested on the top of her thigh, I just sat there for a moment as she took a sip of wine. She put her glass next to mine and leaned closer to kiss my lips, drops of wine covering her lips. I could feel her tongue, coated with the taste of the dark red wine, move between my lips as they parted for her. We lie down next to each other and let our bodies touch in many places. She felt so nice against me.

I pulled the tank top shirt, the last remaining garment on either of us, over her head exposing the luscious breasts with their dark brown nipples and surrounded by the brown skin with the little bumps on it. I propped myself on one elbow just looking at her chest, letting a fingertip circle a nipple, and enjoying the feel and texture. I heard a gasp and a little moan, just a little encouragement for me to not stop what I was doing. There was no way I would either.

Her fingers explored between my legs and I moved a foot leaving my leg bent in the shape of an 'A' making more way for her. She gently parted the folds of skin making it hard for me to do much more than just lay there with my fingertip frozen over her nipple. "Just like that." I moaned as she worked the tip of her finger in a little, and then dragged it from the bottom to the top. The tip brushed against my clit that was begging to be touched. I gasped, "Yes!" She grasped it between the tip of her finger and thumb, and squeezed it a little as it grew more erect, and then began to stroke it up and down along the shaft.

Her erect nipple stood in front of me as I moved down along her body. I covered her in kisses as I moved until my mouth was directly over the nipple. Then I began pulling it between my lips as I inhaled. I opened my mouth more and more as I sucked her breast into my mouth. I could feel her hand on my head as she moaned "Oh God...." My tongue flicked across the nipple. "Oh baby...", she gasped. I slowly let go of the suction until only the nipple was between my teeth and I bit lightly on it. "So good..." she said in a hoarse low tone as she rubbed the hair on my head, rapping stands around a finger.

She twisted her body until we were lying with our heads between the other's legs. I spread my legs wide as I ran my finger deeply between the damp folds of skin between her legs. I could feel her tongue dig though the wetness and I let out a scream of pleasure as she encircled my clit with her teeth.

The sun was setting as we paused from hours of lovemaking. We lay cuddled together, our heads resting on a pile of pillows, and watched the golden globe of the sun settle into the ocean.

"Abby, this is being a wonderful day. Can you stay?"

"You'd have to call the cops to get me away."

"Damn you say the nicest things."

As the morning light began to appear before the sun was just peeking above the horizon, we were still cuddled together in the cool morning air of the coast.

"Slip something on and we can take a slow walk on the beach into town for a little breakfast."

"What a dream this is. Don't wake me up."

"Say ... at the gallery you mentioned you had taken my book to bed. Which is better in bed, the book or me?"

"Silly ... you of course."

We walked hand in hand down the beach, the two pair of footprints almost looking as a single pair trailing behind us. A small pathway led us to a dirt parking lot, and then to the cafe. A long counter with chrome stools covered in red vinyl tops provided the only place to sit. It was still early, a few stools occupied by individuals and a few by pairs of men or women. We sat near one end still holding hands like new lovers, our eyes locked on each other.

"Hey Kate. Who's your buddy?"

"This is Abby. She is just the most wonderful lady."

That echoed through my mind the rest of the day as she took more pictures of me with long breaks to make love. This was becoming exactly what I had longed for and hoped might happen. I was like a teenager in love and I never wanted to be told I could not have her for my own.

In the middle of the night, Kate kissed me out of a deep sleep.

"Sweetheart, come with me out on the beach and make love to me."

Before I was awake enough to totally understand what she was saying, she stood by my side of the bed and was pulling on my hand. I followed her out the backdoor and across the sand to the huge rock we had used as a backdrop for some pictures. 

The tide was out and the sand now dry, but cool, almost cold, as we lay naked next to each other and our mouths pressed tight against each other. A cold rogue wave rolled across us as our first orgasm flowed through us. The heat of our passion warmed and protected us from the cold elements. Our cries, muffled by the sounds of the surf, escaped from our mouths as fingers and lips explored all the parts of each other that were worthy of being explored in the middle of the night, and then some.

We stood under the showerhead on the deck with warm water washing the sharp cold particles of sand away leaving just the tender warm feelings of love covering our bodies.

"I love your spontaneity Kate. I love you."

"And I love your youth, your beauty, and that you are here with me."

I found the thought about 'youth' almost ironic, but just let it go. After all, I was holding a dream, my dream, in my arms.

The water still warm, we rested our fingers between the other's legs just flicking our clits and pleasing each other as we let our tongues rub against each other matching the beat of our fingers.

We spent a day driving to my place and back to pick up a few things and a sweater or two.

"I like the feel of the wind. I've never been in a convertible."

I reached over and stroked her thigh a few times. "You can ride in mine anytime." I like the way we were bring new things into each other's lives, me being a model, her riding in a convertible, and so many other things.

For weeks, Kate would take pictures of me and work in her darkroom or at her computer correcting pictures while I lounged on the deck reading a book or walking on the beach. For me, it was a wonderful time, and Kate was enjoying it too.

One afternoon, we sat in the warm glow of the sun on the deck looking at the waves breaking on the beach, a glass of wine in our hands.

"I have to do a book as part of a contract I signed before I met you. Would you mind if I did it with only pictures of you?"

"Are they good enough? Who'd want to buy a book with only pictures of me?"

"I would buy it for sure. Abby, you are so lovely." She held up a large mounted, but unframed picture of me that was leaning against the side of her chair. "Look at this one. It is so sensual, so sexy."

"Only because you took it."

"No, only because it is of you. Please let me do this. I have 50 super photographs of you. I have lots of really good ones, but those 50 would make a great book about such a lovely woman as you. I think everyone our age would want to buy it."

"Do we get to go on a book tour?" I guess I was teasing, a little in shock at the thought of a whole book of pictures of me. Part of me was curious, excited even.

"Maybe, and we can have shows in some big galleries around the country. I want you to come with me to them all."

"Really?"

"Oh Abby. You are so perfect for me. I want you to stay with me forever."

"We've only known each other for..."




First Tuesday



"I know, but I also know you feel the same way. Don't you?"

"Yes I do. It's impulsive, but..."

"Fantastic!"

The months that followed were all as wonderful as the first weeks. I still had my house and we traveled there regularly to make sure nothing had happened and all the bills were paid. The days at the beach were great all the time. It would have been impossible for me to pick my favorite times. The mornings started like a faire tail story with me wrapped in Kate's arms with the golden glow of the morning sunlight and the evenings ended with the setting sun and the twinkle of the stars and lights of ships offshore.

As winter started, the storms began to roll up and down the coast. The waves were high and broke hard over the shoreline and against the bluffs like the orgasms over our bodies. It was fun to watch the lightning off the coast and listen to the crash of the waves. We would sit naked in front of the roaring fire, wrapped in a soft wool blanket, and watch the storms through the large window. We would make each other roar too.

The book was finished in early January and Kate had the 50 prints already framed, packed, and shipped for the first show at the 'Images' gallery.

It was opening night and I don't know why I'd never thought about how everyone would know I was the subject of the pictures. I felt fine having had Kate take pictures of me, but somehow that was just the two of us. Now many strangers were be looking at the photographs, then at me, all having seen very personal parts of me. Suddenly I was slightly embarrassed. I tried to reassure myself that I really did enjoy having people look at me. Things started well, then I overheard two women talking with Kate. I didn't know how long they had been talking or what they had already said.

"Where did you find such a wonderful subject? She is so lovely," one woman remarked.

"Some of these make me very wet between my legs," another said.

"Let me introduce you to Abby." Kate motioned me to come over.

I shook my head back and forth and she continued to motion to me. Finally she led the two women to where I was.

"This is the love of my life, Abby. She is the lovely woman in all the pictures."

As Kate talked, more people turned and stood in the crowd that was forming around me. I thought my head would explode from all the wonderful remarks everyone was making about me, how delicious my pussy looked, how they wished theirs looked as good, what they would be doing tonight as they thought about the photographs. By the end of the evening, all of the books had been sold, orders for more placed, and orders placed for most of the photographs. One person even placed an order for five photographs, for their bedroom they said. It didn't take a math major to know how much money that person had just spent for pictures of me, for their bedroom no less.

It was a few weeks later that we were flying to New York City for the second show. A woman stopped next to our row and leaned over close to us.

"Aren't you the woman in Kate Johnson's new book?"

I looked up at her and whispered, "Yes."

"I bought it at the show at the 'Images' recently. You are such an inspiration to me, to all women our age."

"Thank you." I looked over and saw Kate was asleep. I pointed towards her. "That's Kate."

"There was such a large crowd around both of you that I didn't get to say hello. Again, thanks."

We arrived in New York a day early and I talked Kate into letting me treat us to a suite at the Plaza that overlooked Central Park. We strolled through Times Square, went to the International Center of Photography, ate at the Tavern on the Green, went to see the play 'Les Miserables', and then back to the room. We stood, she in back of me, her arms around my waist, her lips kissing my neck, as we looked out the window at the lights of city. For the next few days it would be our city.

The rest of the night was spent rolling around the king-sized bed searching for any un-kissed places. There were none found so we enjoyed kissing everywhere once again. It was a night of gentle passion, of gentle touches, and wonderful licks. The orgasms were subdued, more pleasurable, and more relaxed. It was a night of love, a night between lovers.

The reactions at the shows in New York City and the other cities were all the same. I was overwhelmed, but Kate kept saying it was just what she expected. It was all so new to me, though by the last showing I was starting to be used to my new 'fame'.

I sold my house; there was no reason to keep it since I was living full time with Kate at the studio. The first and second books with photographs of me were all a huge success and going into their third or fourth printings. Many of the people buying them were women our age. I could just imagine the coffee tables around the world covered with the books. There were times I could hardly keep from rolling on the floor laughing at the thought. I did love rolling on the floor with Kate making love to her as we often did in front of a roaring fire on a cool coastal evenings or out by the rock under a starlit night.



First Two Women



I'd love to say that it started out innocently enough, but there really wasn't anything innocent about it. I had been working as a software trainer for a small computer consulting company in Georgia, and my job was to train the clients on the computer systems that we sold them.

One of those clients was a group of people from an industrial machinery company. Among the people in this group was a secretary who was undeniably cute. Lisa was short in stature, but amazingly upbeat and good-humored -- especially at 8 am, when the sessions began. There are times when two people who happen to be roughly the same age are in a room filled with older people and they tend to gravitate toward each other. This is precisely what happened with us.

After the first training session, Lisa asked me if I helped people with their computers at home. I told her that I could, but for some reason she didn't want me to come over to her house to help her set it up. Instead she suggested that she come over to my house so that I could show her using my own computer equipment.

Now, essentially I'm a very lazy person, and I figured that if she came over, I wouldn't have to worry about driving anywhere. Sometimes I amaze myself at my own cluelessness. In fact it really wasn't cluelessness – I honestly didn't think that she would have anything else on her mind other than what we were talking about. After all, I'm usually not that lucky. Usually.

Lisa came over that evening, but we never got around to working on the computer. She and I sat down on the sofa and began talking, and she told me that she had a confession to make. It turned out that she hadn't wanted me to go to her apartment because she was living with her boyfriend. She said that she found me attractive and wanted desperately to have sex with me. To say the least, I was a little struck by her candor.

She asked me if she could kiss me, and while the ethics of my response should have taken over, they didn't. We began to kiss on the sofa with increasing passion. At some point she leaned back, and I began to kiss along her neck, ultimately taking her earlobe in my mouth. I knew that some women respond enthusiastically to this, but Lisa went one step further. As I sucked her earlobe, she began to writhe and press her body against mine. We were still clothed, but there was no escaping the damp heat pressing against my groin. Her hands were running up and down my back as her fingers pressed into me. Her breathing was coming hard and fast, her breasts crushed against my chest, but her moans were becoming loud and ragged.

Her hands grabbed my hips as she pulled me into the space between her legs. I felt her stiffen as she cried out in a long wail. She came against me as I slowly eased off on my sucking. In my life, she was the first and only person who has ever come simply by me sucking on her earlobe.

She pushed me back, trying to get air. I was a little stunned at her response, but excited beyond belief. There was no doubt that she had felt my erection pressing into her as she held me, and I was hoping that she and I could move to the next level, and soon.

It was not to be. "I'm sorry," she said. "But my boyfriend will wonder why I'm gone so long." The look on my face must have revealed all, because she quickly followed up with, "let's meet here during my lunch hour tomorrow."

Lunch couldn't come fast enough for me. We began seeing each other during her lunch hour, sometimes simply talking and eating, and sometimes fucking ourselves silly. The next day she came over and took complete control, which is unusual for me. She sat on my bed, undressed herself, and then unzipped me. She took me in her mouth for a little while, and then told me that she wanted me to come inside her pussy. All her talk was keeping me on a very wonderful brink.

She turned around and pointed her gorgeous ass at me. She had a little ying-yang tattoo on her right cheek. Off my raised eyebrow, she said that it was something for me to look at as I fucked her. I loved her language.

I eased into her, and felt an amazing contradiction. Her pussy was soft, smooth, warm and inviting, and I didn't want to leave it. She was on a time limit, though, so she was doing everything she could to make me come fast.

"Do you like my ass?" she asked. Silly girl; she had an amazing ass. "How about my pussy? You like sliding your cock in and out of my pussy? How about when I do this?" And with that she actually managed to make the muscles in her pussy ripple. I don't know how she did it, but it felt as if there was a wave of pressure riding along my shaft. I held on to her ass and fucked her until I came hard inside her.

She got off me and off the bed at that point, and went into the bathroom. When she came out, she put on her clothes and told me to email her. Since the training that I had been doing for her company involved the use of secure email, I knew what type of content she would be expecting.

At work we wrote each other about what we liked to do, what we fantasized about doing, and how much. At our lunches, it seemed like we were never able to do what we talked about thanks to the limited time. Our emails grew more and more raunchy, though, and our imaginations were running at a high sexual simmer.

It didn't take long for her to tell me that she had a standing fantasy to do it with a woman. She also told me that she wanted to watch me have sex with another woman. She was, she said, an exhibitionist at heart, and I apparently made incredible facial expressions and noises when we were having sex, but she couldn't appreciate it properly because she was too close.

My mind grew aflame with the possibilities. Who could there be to provide this extra added element?

At the same time as I was "seeing" Lisa, there was another girl who was helping me out at the house. Effectively, I was finishing up my doctoral work, and I desperately needed help. I needed someone to help do research at the library, organize things in the house, run errands, and I had an arrangement with her where I would pay her for her help. She was a true administrative assistant. Jenn was a very different person than Lisa, however, in that she had not one assertive bone in her body. I had to tell her everything to do, because she was far too timid to risk doing something wrong.

Jenn and I started sleeping together around the same time as Lisa. It happened more by accident, actually, in that we were sitting around talking over dinner one night about relationships. I had just gotten out of one and wasn't looking for one, and she told me that she never really had one. She also told me that she had never even had sex, but it wasn't because she didn't want to. No one would apparently take her up on it.

This surprised me, since Jenn was not unattractive. She worked out, she took care of her appearance, but she could best be described as 'plain.' She had dark red hair, full lips, and a fair complexion and yet despite this, was easily invisible in a group of people.

She asked me that night over dinner to help her lose her virginity. I can't say I was taken aback by the request, because I had thought that perhaps she might have had a crush on me anyway. What surprised me was the way she asked me, almost trying to sell me on the idea, persuade me that there would be no strings attached. I told her that I wasn't sure about it, because I knew what kind of emotional attachments lay ahead. She promised repeatedly that she understood what the risks were, that she was a big girl, and didn't want to remain a virgin any longer. Twenty-five years was too long, she said.

I acquiesced, thinking I was going against my better judgment. We went into her bedroom, and she put on some music. Not slow, romantic music, as one might guess for someone's first time, but Nine-Inch Nails, the tune that goes "I want to fuck you like an animal!"

As the heavy techno synth bass began pumping out a rhythm, she began to sway to the music. It seemed that this shy, demure, 25-year-old virgin harbored some intense sexual fantasies, and this strip tease would only be the first to come through.

She stripped awkwardly, and at one point in time I asked her if she really truly wanted to do this. She had only taken off her shirt and her pants and was standing there in a mere bra and panties. I had figured that if she needed an out, this would be the time to do it. She looked at me in a desperate panic, afraid that I would call the whole thing off. Assuring me that she really did want to continue she explained that she couldn't believe she was finally going to get laid. Her nervousness, she said, was excitement.

Not entirely convinced, I sat back down on her futon bed, and watched her as she continued her stripping. She removed her bra, revealing small, cone-shaped breasts. Her skin was almost bleach-white, she was so fair. As she removed her panties, I could see a small tuft of hair emerge, then two pink distended lips that glistened in the room's light. She was telling the truth, apparently, she was very turned on.

With her clothes off, she returned the NIN CD to the beginning of the track, and threw herself at me. Her sudden energy nearly frightened me, since I wasn't used to this type of behavior from her – ever. She pulled my shirt out of my pants, fumbled with my pants, and took my cock out.

"Oh wow," she said. "I've never seen one in real life before. Can I try putting it in my mouth?"

I nodded. She was a bit rough with her hands at first but her full pouty lips wrapped around the cockhead carefully enough. She may have never done it before, but she was careful to avoid her teeth. She sat up almost as quickly with a huge smile on her face. "I've never done that before!"

She was leaning over me so it was quite easy for her to push me back down on the futon and straddle me. She took me in her hand and began to sit on my cock. As the cockhead entered her body, she struggled for a moment. As tight as she was, I was not going to enter her quickly.

She began to move up and down, almost trying to force my cock all the way up her pussy, as if she could bounce her way down my shaft. Her approach left a little to be desired in terms of gentleness, but she was enthusiastic enough to make up for her inexperience.

We fucked long and hard, and with a vigor that I never would have placed a virgin to embrace. When I finally came, she actually thanked me, that she felt like she wasn't so much of a loser. I was stunned to hear her say such things, because I'd never equated being a virgin with a loser. Regardless, she seemed content to the degree where she felt better about herself, so I didn't want to argue.

I told Lisa about it the next day. She told me that she wished she could have watched.

Jenn came over in the evenings to help me out, and at some point I got the idea to put two and two together. I had told Jenn about Lisa long before that night where she asked me to take her virginity, and described some of Lisa's fantasies about watching and being with another woman.

"Please understand that I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to do," I told Jenn. "She just has a fantasy about watching me with another woman, and you know about her fantasy about being with another woman, but there wouldn't have to be any of that if you didn't want to. I was wondering if you might be interested in letting her watch."

She told me that she wanted to think about it. The next day, she told me that she had thought about it and the idea actually turned her on.

"Which idea?" I asked.

"Both," she grinned.

I told Lisa. Lisa had never met Jenn, but knew about my activities with her. She loved to hear me recount the stories of Jenn going down on me while I worked, screwing on the dining room table, or having her take me out and suck me while I was driving somewhere. The idea was turning her on as well.

One night Jenn was over and we had started fooling around. We were on my bed, and I decided to call Lisa. My cock was deep inside Jenn's pussy, and when Lisa answered the phone, I told her so. Placing Lisa on speakerphone so she could hear both of us, I introduced her to Jenn.

Lisa wanted to know all the details. Jenn was flat on her back watching my cock fuck her slowly. We weren't in any hurry, so it was just a slow screw. Jenn told her everything that was going on.

We could hear Lisa sigh. "If I hang up quickly," she said suddenly, "it's because my boyfriend came home." We told her we understood.

Lisa became a director. She began to tell us what to do, and how to do it. She told Jenn to go to the freezer and get some ice cubes and put them in a bowl. Jenn did that, and returned. Lisa told her to put an ice cube in her mouth and soften the hard edges, which Jenn did. Then Lisa told me to put my cock in her mouth when the ice cube had melted.

I did, and felt as if there was a whirlwind of temperatures in her mouth. Her mouth was hot and freezing at the same time. My reaction must have been audible enough for Lisa, because she asked me how it felt.

"Hot. Cold. Good." I stammered. The sensations were assaulting my nervous system too fast for me to register them.

After a while, Lisa had us change positions. Jenn lay back on the bed, and I placed an ice cube in my mouth. Jenn had since started shaving her pussy (because I told her I liked it), so I pressed my ice-cold tongue against her clit and pussy lips, taking the lips in my mouth along with the ice.

She nearly went through the roof. Her back arched, her inhalation was audible to the point of being a low moan, and she gripped the sheets on the bed. Lisa laughed.

"Is the ice rounded so there are no hard edges?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I said, thinking I knew where this was going.

I was right. "Good," she said. "Place the ice cube inside Jenn's pussy."

I did. Jenn began to squirm and wriggle on the bed. "Oh my god!" Jenn cried. "It's so cold!"

Lisa's voice came through on the speaker again. "Now fuck her."

I did. I slid my hard cock up into her pussy, pushing the ice farther inside her. The oven that was Jenn's pussy was awash in cold water as the ice began to melt, but it wasn't even. Ribbons of changing temperature flowed over my cock as I fucked her, and I began to moan. Jenn joined me.

"I want to hear you guys come," Lisa said on the phone. It wouldn't take long. We were almost there.

It wasn't fast enough for Lisa. "Oh no! Gotta go!" she exclaimed and then hung up.

I was pumping inside Jenn at to furious a rate to press the button on the speakerphone. Jenn's head was thrown back, and she was practically screaming. "Yes! Yes! God! Yes!"

I came inside her, my come mixing with her own excretions and the water from the ice. I moaned an exclamatory punctuation to my thrusts, and Jenn's face froze in a moment of ecstacy as her orgasm blasted through her as well.

We collapsed on the bed, the coldness of the ice beginning to numb my cock. I apologized to Jenn and withdrew. She told me not to worry, she wanted to take care of herself as well, and ran off to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, we were back to work, sorting, filing, and doing other work-related things. We were surprised to hear the doorbell ring, and when I opened the door, there was Lisa. It turns out that it wasn't her boyfriend after all, and she had decided to take matters into her own hands and come over.

"I didn't get to hear you guys come," she explained, grinning.

I introduced Lisa and Jenn properly, and we sat down on the couch to make idle chatter. It became apparent quickly that if anything was going to happen, I'd have to make the necessary move.

I took both Jenn and Lisa's hands and pulled them into the bedroom. Both of them had a goofy grin on their faces. I began to slowly take off Lisa's blouse, and she cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Well," I said, almost in response I figured that this is what we're here for, after all. Someone had to get us started."

Lisa just smiled. "Can't argue with that," she said.

"Jenn," I said, looking at the red-head. "Get undressed." It wasn't so much an order as a suggestion of something for her to do so as not to feel awkward. She began to get undressed yet again for the evening.

I removed Lisa's blouse and unfastened her bra, letting her breasts fall free. Lisa had amazingly well-proportioned breasts, with a smooth, fine texture. Her nipples had already hardened in anticipation, and I ran my thumbs gently across them.

Jenn was already completely undressed, standing next to Lisa by the side of the bed. "Wow," she said. "You have gorgeous breasts!" she told Lisa.

I hadn't wanted to say anything for fear of making Jenn self-concious, but now that Jenn had said it I felt that this was going to go well. Sometimes the fantasy and the reality are vastly different in execution, causing hurt feelings in the long run. Immediately I could see that this wasn't going to be the case.

Lisa pushed me back on the bed, and mumbled something about needing to get me naked as well. She was still wearing her jeans, but I wasn't about to split hairs, especially as she began undoing my belt while Jenn pulled insistently at my shirt hem.

My cock was in Lisa's mouth before Jenn even got one arm out of its sleeve. I'm afraid that I wasn't much help at that point, but somehow we managed to get myself completely naked.

Lisa looked at Jenn and took me out of her mouth. "Do you think you could take over for a sec?"

Jenn answered merely by taking my cock in her hand as Lisa stood up to wriggle out of her jeans. When she was completely naked, she came back over to where Jenn was bobbing up and down on my cockhead, teasing me. She lifted her head, and offered Lisa my cock.

Lisa just shook her head. "No, I just want to watch for a moment."

Jenn simply placed me back in her mouth, and began swirling her tongue around the head. LIsa moved closer to Jenn, brushing her hair back away from her face so that she could see clearer. Jenn, normally quite shy, appeared to find some exhibitionist qualities as Lisa stroked her hair back. Every once in a while, Lisa would kiss my thigh or hip, but her eyes never left Jenn's mouth.

I was going insane. The simple fact that there were two naked women – and gorgeous ones at that – kissing and sucking me was nearly enough to send me into overload.

Lisa had other ideas, though. She lifted herself onto her elbows and took ahold of the base of my cock, which was extremely wet from Jenn's mouth. "Let's try something," she said. "On the count of three, I'll take the head in my mouth, and you take his balls in yours."

I braced myself.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three."

I felt two very warm, very wet, and very talented mouths encompass my groin. Never before and never since have I ever felt so consumed.

The effect was immediate. Normally I'm relatively vocal. I moan, whimper, or make noises that have been described as "cute." Some women have even told me that my noises turned them on. But when Lisa and Jenn sucked me at the same time, I heard sounds come from my throat that I never knew I was capable of making. It seemed like I groaned in a baritone and whimpered in soprano at the same time.

All I wanted to do was stay right where I was. Forever.

Jenn and Lisa both laughed at my reaction. Both of them had felt me react to their individual administrations before, but even they knew that this was something far beyond what had ever happened before. It was certainly a moment of the whole was greater than the sum of the parts. And oh, what parts these two ladies had.

I didn't come, though, and to this day that still amazes me. Somehow they h propelled me to a place beyond orgasm, a sheer pleasurable state that seemed to exist outside of a journey toward climax. And when they stopped, I actually felt a profound loss. 




First Two Women



That was the first and only time in my life I've ever had two women sucking me at the same time. *sigh*

Lisa sat up on the bed, and took me in her hand. She slowly sank down on my cock and I felt her hot wet pussy embrace me for her own.

"I got all hot and bothered hearing you over the phone," she said. "I guess I couldn't wait any more."

"Jenn," I said. "Why don't you come over here and play with yourself," I suggested, patting the bed next to me.

Jenn moved around and kneeled next to me, facing Lisa as she rode my cock up and down. Her hands went to her bare pussy and she rubbed it slowly, mesmerized by Lisa's hypnotic fucking.

I sat up, and took Lisa's nipple in my mouth, and Lisa held it out for me with her hands, cupping it in her palm. She looked at Jenn, and offered it to her as well. Jenn did not hesitate, and took Lisa's free nipple between her lips. Lisa's always had extremely sensitive nipples, and she began rocking back and forth on my cock. I began to recognize her signals, and winked to Jenn.

"Keep going," I said, moving away from Lisa's nipples for a second. "She's almost there."

Jenn must have redoubled her efforts, because Lisa's hands went to the back of both our heads, pushing her breasts into our mouths. Sure enough, with seconds, her familiar rasping breath signaled an orgasmic onslaught. She rode me feverishly, almost trying to bury me permanently inside her. The wet sounds of her pussy slamming against me hinted at a wild desperation to come.

And she did. She bucked and thrust against us both, my hands cupped around her ass holding her in place, Jenn's hands on her flat stomach, simply trying to hold on.

When Lisa began to ease off a little, I turned to Jenn. "I told you she was highly orgasmic," I said, grinning. Jenn just nodded.

I lifted Lisa up off of me, and indicated for her to turn around, facing away from me. She maneuvered around and I slid to a sitting position against the bed's headboard. Soon I found myself deep in her pussy yet again, being worked in a slow rhythm.

Jenn sat next to us, unsure of what to do. "Jenn," I got her attention. "Why don't you put my balls in your mouth."

Jenn moved around out of my line of sight, but I felt the bed rock as she positioned herself between both Lisa and my open legs. I felt Jenn take my balls in her hand and then in her mouth, and Lisa began running her fingers through Jenn's hair yet again.

"This looks so hot!" Lisa whispered to me. I merely nodded, as once again I felt my cock entrapped by two hot wet holes. "I can feel her breath on my pussy," she said, her voice tense.

Jenn's sucking became licking, and pretty soon her licking began to include not just my balls, but the base of my shaft, and then finally Lisa's sopping pussy lips and clit.

The effect on Lisa was startling. She began to thrust her hips in Jenn's mouth, and her fingers – which had been stroking Jenn's hair gently – were now pulling her face hard into her pussy.

I held onto Lisa from underneath, my hands massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples. If Lisa's pussy had massaged me before, the muscles now were grabbing on for dear life. She lost complete control of her body, and later told me that she felt as if she were floating. If I hadn't been holding on to her, she was convinced she would have simply collapsed under the sensations of having Jenn's mouth and my cock at the same time.

Jenn licked and sucked Lisa's pussy now with surprising vigor. Lisa's moans were turning into outright screams. Her pussy clenched and squeezed my cock harder than I'd ever felt before, and I stopped moving against her, letting her body do the work naturally.

"Oh God I'm coming!" She screamed out loud, as if we didn't already know. Her entire body shook, quivering against my chest and Jenn's mouth. I gritted my teeth, trying to prevent myself from coming as well, but she was simply too powerful for me. I released myself inside her at her peak, my cock supersensitive almost immediately. I wrapped my arms around Lisa's torso simply to hold on.

Jenn eventually sat up, and Lisa leaned forward to kiss her full on the lips. "Thank you," she said. "That was wonderful!"

Jenn simply grinned, proud of her accomplishment. After all, it had only been her first time with a man a couple of weeks before, and now her first time with a woman had been successful as well.

Poor Jenn hadn't had any release since Lisa had gotten there, though, so I took it upon myself to rectify the situation. Lisa allowed me to get up, and I guided Jenn onto her back on the other side of the bed. Her knees were apart, her shaven pussy staring back at me. I settled in between her legs, and ran my fingers in-between her pussy lips.

She was wetter than I had ever seen or felt before. Within second my entire hand was drenched. I easily inserted two fingers inside her, and took her clit directly in my lips. Normally I wouldn't be so direct, but Jenn was appearing desperate for some direct manipulation.

Lisa lay next to Jenn, and reached over to caress the redhead's breasts. Lisa's other hand went between her own legs and began to play with her pussy in a slow, lazy manner.

"You know what works really well," she asked us both. It seemed all at once odd and yet perfectly normal that she would initiate a conversation at this point. "Popsicles."

"What do you mean," Jenn asked, as if they were having a simple conversation anywhere else.

"Well, first you take a popsicle, and you suck on it until it's smooth and just a little melted," Lisa said, inserting a finger into her own pussy. "That way you smooth the hard edges down. Then it becomes a wonderful dildo that you use. It tastes great, too," she added smiling.

"And after you fuck yourself with the popsicle," she continued, talking softly in a conspiratorial tone, "and your pussy is all cold from the ice and you just about get used to it, he sticks his hot cock inside you. You've had a cold popsicle in you for so long that it really feels like his cock is made of fire!"

Jenn had closed her eyes by this point and was moaning in appreciation. Her hips were moving in small circles against my mouth, and I had two fingers sliding in and out of her.

Lisa leaned in closer to Jenn's ear. "It's so hot," she said, "that you feel like your own pussy is too hot. His cock becomes all you can feel, and all you want to feel."

Jenn moaned. "Don't you want his cock now?" Lisa asked.

Jenn nodded.

Lisa looked at me. "Go ahead," she said. "She wants your cock."

I kneeled in front of Jenn, and took my cock in my hands. After Lisa's erotic tantrum earlier, I was concerned that I wouldn't be able to continue. But sucking on Jenn's smooth hairless pussy and listening to Lisa's popsicle story proved I had nothing to worry about.

I sank myself inside Jenn, who received it holding her breath. I slowly began to move in and out of her, feeling her pussy. She had a completely different feel than Lisa's. Whereas Lisa's pussy was muscular, insistent, controlling, Jenn's was softer, fleshier, and more passive. Both felt great, but they were very different.

Lisa got up and knelt behind me. She positioned herself directly behind me so that she could watch me enter Jenn's pussy from behind, in a porno-type view.

"Oh wow," she said. "This looks so cool!"

She reached up and cupped my balls, holding them as I slid in and out in a deliberate rhythm. My ass clenched as I felt the sensation underneath my body for the first time. It was unusual to be feeling something else there, but I liked it.

Lisa decided at that moment to take charge. "Let her up," she ordered. I did as I was told, my cock bouncing in anticipation.

"Get on your hands and knees, Jenn," she said. If Jenn had taken a subordinate role before, she was fully entrenched now. Lisa had picked up on my cue that Jenn wasn't a very assertive type, and was beginning to love being in charge.

Jenn's body turned over onto her hands and knees. Lisa came over beside us, taking my cock in her hand but leaning down next to Jenn's sweat-covered face.

"Jenn," she said in a soothing tone, "do you want his cock?"

Jenn nodded, breathing hard. Lisa took my cockhead and rubbed it against Jenn's pussy lips.

"Right here?"

Jenn nodded again, and started backing onto my cock.

"Ah ah ah!" Lisa scolded. Jenn stopped, but didn't back off the head. She squeezed the head frantically, trying to get as much as she was allowed.

"You want to come?" Lisa asked.

Jenn nodded.

Lisa leaned in closer. "Say it," she whispered, though I could still hear.

"I want to come," Jenn said, plaintively.

"How badly?"

"Badly."

"Okay," Lisa said. "I'm going to hold you open and he's going to fuck you silly. Is that what you want?"

Jenn nodded. At this point she would have agreed to nearly anything, I'm sure.

Lisa did as she promised, though, and leaned across Jenn's back to place her hands on Jenn's ass cheeks. Taking them in her hands, she pulled them apart, her fingertips on Jenn's pussy lips, holding both her cheeks open and her lips open for my cock.

The sight was amazing. Lisa looked at me and winked. It was a wink that I understood very clearly that she saw opportunities for the future with Jenn, and was enticed by this role of directing. Holding her open, she said to me, "Do it."

I pushed myself inside Jenn's body to the hilt as fast as I could. Jenn cried out in surprise, but pushed back against me. Lisa held onto Jenn's pussy lips, keeping her wide open for me as I fucked her hard. I felt as if I could last forever, as I had already come twice that evening. Jenn punctuated each thrust with an "Oh!" until it soon became one very long moan.

Lisa was right. She really did want to see me fuck another woman. The look in her eyes was almost lascivious as she watched my cock disappear inside Jenn's body. She couldn't seem to figure out where she wanted to look, at my cock or my face, and kept looking back and forth. More than once she licked her lips.

Jenn's moans became louder, more forceful.

"Fuck her," Lisa said. "Make her come. Make her come hard." She was smiling broadly now.

I increased my pace, sweat pouring off my face and body. Jenn was moaning harder now, her orgasm so near she couldn't even form words.

Lisa looked back over at Jenn. "Come, Jenn," she said. "Go ahead and come."

And she did. She came hard and long, riding me out as I slammed into her body. I felt another orgasm almost there, but not quite. Jenn was exhausted, and simply let me continue thrusting inside of her at a furious rate. Lisa let Jenn go, and leaned back on the bed to hold on to her.

"He's almost there," she said. "He's going to come inside you, fill you up just like he did me. That's what you've been waiting for, isn't it?"

She was brushing Jenn's hair away from her face, talking in soothing tones. The odd juxtaposition of her soft mannerisms and what she was saying made my orgasm seem to come that much closer.

"Squeeze your pussy muscles as hard as you can. Make him come," Lisa cooed.

I felt something, but I expect that either she was still too new to lovemaking, or too tired, or both. It didn't matter, though, Lisa's talking was doing the job.

"Lisa," I said, almost completely out of breath. "Come stroke my balls again."

Her eyes lit up. She practically hopped behind me, and stroked my balls with one hand and my ass with the other. "Yeah," she said. "Oh god that feels so good!"

"Do it," she said to me. "Fuck her. Fuck her pussy hard. I want to see you come."

I felt the come rise from my balls and a growl escape my throat. "I'm coming!" I shouted through gritted teeth.

"Oooh, yeah," Lisa murmured. "Come inside her. Give it to her."

I did. I felt my come leave my body and enter Jenn's, I felt her pussy slowly contract, milking the rest out of me.

I collapsed onto the bed beside Jenn, and Lisa flopped down between us. She was all grins. "That was fun!" she said. Jenn and I both smiled weakly.

Lisa kissed Jenn and then me, her hands in both our groins. "Mmmm," she said. "Thanks. But I gotta go."

As much as I didn't really want her to, she was right. She got up and went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. Jenn and I just looked at each other and grinned.

When she came back out, she started dressing, but the smile was still on her face. "We gotta do this again!" she said. "Can Jenn make it for lunch some day?"

Jenn answered for herself. "That could be arranged."

Lisa smiled. Soon, she was gone, and Jenn and I started cleaning up and getting dressed. We talked a little about it, and Jenn told me that she was glad that she did it, that it wasn't nearly as awkward or uncomfortable as she feared. I wanted to know what it was like for her to make another woman come like that, and she said that she wasn't sure if she had done it right. I reassured her that women just don't come that hard. She seemed to take my word for it.

Lisa and Jenn and I only got together two more times. Lisa's situation with her boyfriend improved a little, and she decided that she wanted to focus on that relationship. She still talked about watching the two of us, though, but it never seemed to happen again.

Jenn became too submissive for me. Over time, she began to become more of a recipient than participant, although she usually initiated the sexual encounters. By the time I left Georgia, we had reached a place where it was going to have to be ended anyway, but we managed to close it off with no hard feelings.

But, I still remember that first night as if it were right now, the image is so vivid in my mind.