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Couch

By: CyTheWriter



It's the scent of leather. It's a scent you can't get enough of, although damned if you know why. Part of it is the sheer scent of it - it fills your head, a scent you can taste in the back of your mouth and the soft smoothness of it against your skin. Quite a lot of your skin, since you're lying flat on the couch, legs wide open, skirt hiked around your thighs and your shirt pushed up across your collarbone. You're biting into it to keep quiet, your face pressed into the cushions and your hand working between your legs, in your panties, no doubt stretching the fabric. The pad of your thumb is against your clit, circling over it, while your index and middle finger are inside of you, up to the knuckles, thrusting into you. Your feet are flat on the couch cushions as well, and you can feel the leather sticking against your skin, which makes sense considering how much you're sweating. You press your face into the back of the couch, surrounding yourself with the heady, smooth scent of leather. You're not close, nowhere near close, but you can feel how wet you are, and your heart is racing under your other hand, kneading and pressing against your breast, twisting the nipple in that way that always sends your nerves tingling and your hips twitching. 

You shouldn't be doing this, and you know it - it isn't exactly your couch, and you're in the open in the middle of the day. You got some time off, he offered you his place to crash for a little bit, and you expected to do just that. Sprawl out on his couch, read, maybe watch a movie. But then you took in the scent of all that leather, smooth and sensual, filling your head and making you tingle between the legs, your panties getting slimy, your nipples pebbling. He's away, still busy, and he's not due back for a while yet, so what's wrong with having a bit of fun? It's not like he'll notice - you won't leave any mess (which is why your panties are still on), and you'll open the windows to air the place out, keep it from smelling too much like sex. You move your hand from your breast to your mouth, pressing down, keeping away any noises, even though you know nobody will actually hear you, not in the empty apartment. But it's a holdover from the days when you shared a room, and anyway, it makes it sexier, somehow - having to stay quiet, the naughtiness of it. 

You throw your head back, your back arching, toes curling, one foot nearly falling off of the couch. You're bucking your hips wildly, breathing in deep, gasping pants, pressing down on your mouth, then giving up and going back to twisting your nipples, still stroking your clit, adding another finger and groaning at the lovely fullness of it. You wish you had one of your toys with you - something more satisfying to put inside of you, or something to press against your clit and let the vibrations hum through your bones. But you don't ordinarily carry those things with you, so you settle for your own thumb against your clit and your fingers curled against your G-spot, making you gasp and moan while the decadent smell of leather coats the inside of your mouth, and you press your face into the back of the sofa and inhale, letting the scent flow through you, making your skin tingle and your toes curl.

You're lost in it, and you know intellectually that that's probably not a good thing, you should be on the alert in case he comes back, but you can't, not when everything is throbbing, when you're so wet that you can feel it smearing across your thighs and slick against your palm, your muscles clenching so tightly around your fingers that it almost hurts, but it only makes you gasp and moan more, your hips working faster, your mouth wide open, and you're practically sobbing, it feels so good, you're almost there, and it will be amazing, and he'll come home and not know what you were doing on his couch, because you'll be all sweet and angelic, curled up on the couch, your fingers still musky and sweet with your own scent. 

You almost fall off of the couch when the door slams, and you pull your hand out of your panties, but there's still an obvious wet spot, your fingers are still wet, and your skirt and shirt are still hiked up in a way that's anything but innocent. You know he sees you, from the way his eyebrows go up, but his expression is unreadable. You know you should start apologizing, you can feel the sobs building up in your throat, but you don't say anything, because he's looking at you with a look you're not entirely sure how to interpret, and you can't move. Instead, you stay put, transfixed, like a mouse in front of a snake. You're shaking a bit, and you're holding the fingers that were inside of you up. He walks towards you slowly, then crouches down in front of you, so that you're eye to eye. Very carefully, he takes your index finger into his mouth and sucks on it, his tongue flicking along the digit. You're shaking now, your arousal still coursing through you, and you whimper out loud. 

He smiles at you around your fingers and takes the other two into his mouth, sucking on them wetly, his tongue flicking across the digits. When they're clean of every last bit of arousal, he carefully withdraws them and puts his hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you into a sitting position. He nudges your legs open and smirks up at you, nuzzling between your legs, his nose against the wet spot in your panties. You moan, arching your back, your bare toes curling in the carpeting, your hips rising up, and you press both hands against your mouth to keep quiet, a nervous gesture.

"Don't do that," he tells you, and slips his thumbs under your panties, beginning to slowly slide them down. "I want to hear you." 

You lift your hips up to help him, watching with some amusement as he presses them to his face and takes a sniff, then puts them down on the floor next to him, nudging your legs further apart, and he begins to lick, holding you open with two fingers, his other hand kneading at your thigh. He has the most gorgeous hands you've ever seen, and you moan, grabbing the leather couch cushions, then your skirt, twisting it around in your hands. You move your hand to your breast, kneading it roughly, twisting your nipple again, harder this time, making your hips jerk. You'd be embarrassed at all of the noises you're making, except you're too caught up in the feeling of his tongue inside of you, his nose brushing against your clit and his hands kneading at your thighs, which are spreading wider and wider, trying to take more of his tongue into you. 

You whimper when he pulls away from you, looking down at him and whining. "Why'd you stop?" You wish your voice wasn't quite so plaintive, but you're so close, almost at your orgasm, and you're so turned on you can feel it dribbling out of you, dripping along your thighs and over his fingers. 

"I'll keep going, I promise. I just want to do something else." He smiles at you and pats your thigh. "Get on the couch. On all fours."

"Are you going to fuck me?" You certainly wouldn't mind, but you'd prefer knowing beforehand. 

"I'm going to keep licking you," he says, and you nod, climbing onto the couch in the slightly awkward position, your arms folded on the arm and your face pressed into them, your ass in the air. You can't smell anything but leather now, leather and your own arousal, and it makes you moan. You moan louder when you feel his fingers stroking along your slit, feel his other big hand reach down to play with your nipple, then move back to your ass. "Here. Is it okay if I lick you here?"

"Yes!" You wriggle your hips and widen your knees as much as you can, without slipping off. You know you should be embarrassed - you're wide open for him, and he can see everything. You stop caring when you feel his tongue against you, sliding into your ass, while his fingers are slipping into you, curling to press you in just the right place, making your hips jerk forward. You sob into your arms, biting one of them and curling your toes, feeling the leather stick to your bare skin. You're so turned on, it feels so good, it's almost too much - his long fingers inside of you, his tongue doing things you've never felt before. Your knees are going weak, and you can feel them shaking as your orgasm sparks at the very edges of your nerves. Your fingers curl into fists, nails digging into your palms, and you're trembling from the anticipation alone, because you know this orgasm is going to be amazing, epic, mind blowing. 

You gasp when it hits you, your legs shaking as the muscles deep inside of you clenching and spasming, leaving your knees shaking, sobbing, actual tears dripping out of your eyes (to mingle with the sweat dripping off of your face, between your breasts, down the backs of your knees, your back , your belly) as you feel more fluid drip down your leg and onto the couch, mingling with the scent of the leather. Heat flows from the base of your spine outwards as you feel your muscles grip his fingers. The heat spreading under your skin leaves you panting, your toes curling, every hair on the back of your neck standing on end, the pleasure through your whole body almost impossible to describe, except that it leaves you stunned. You stay frozen for a few moments, your knees shaking, then you sag forward, face forward into the arm rest, your face in your arms. You whimper when he withdraws his tongue and his fingers, already mourning their loss, and you lie there, acutely aware of the way the leather sticks to your skin, the fabric of your skirt brushes against your oversensitive nipples, his big body curling over yours, the stubble on your face rubbing against your neck and the denim of his jeans against your bare legs. 

"I've got a leather jacket," he whispers into your ear, and you squirm, imaging being surrounded by the smooth, rich feel of the leather against your skin, the scent filling your mouth. You shiver, and he chuckles, his erection hard against your ass and his arms warm around your belly.

Couch Dance



In yet another weary attempt to satisfy my bisexual urges I had placed a personal ad for "Women seeking Women" online and received many responses but one of the responses grabbed my attention. Her name was Amy and she seemed like a really friendly woman. Although I hadn't seen a picture of her yet something told me that I was going to be intensely attracted to her. After we talked online for a couple of weeks we decided to take matters to the next level and exchange telephone numbers.

One night I was on my way out the door to the 94th and the phone rang. Yes it was Amy. We just started talking about the typical stuff - work, kids, boyfriends - and the subject of where we went to high school came up. As it turns out we went to the same high school and graduated the same year. At this point both of us were frazzled and trying to figure out who the other person was. After questioning each other back and forth it just so happened that Amy and I have known each other since junior high school but hadn't talked since our high school graduation. We were both dumbfounded. We couldn't believe that we had met again, years later over the internet especially bearing in mind the circumstances. Needless to say we got off the telephone pretty quick even though we wanted to continue talking. I think we both needed time for the initial shock to set in.

After talking for a few months and becoming better friends then we ever were in the past we decided that it was finally time to get together. So one Saturday evening off we went. I had hopes that we would hook up sometime over the course of the evening but I had no idea it would happen the way it did.

What I thought was going to be another mundane bisexual tryst turned out to be one of the most arousing nights of my life, thus yet. Amy picked me up around 9:30 and she looked great! I hadn't seen her in about five years so I was a little apprehensive about seeing her but I wasn't at all disappointed. Amy looked just as good if not better then she did years ago. She is a petite girl much like myself but she has a much more curvaceous body and beautiful, full breasts. I could have said to hell with going out for drinks and jumped on her right then and there. We had no idea where we were going to go or do for the next couple hours. Personally, I wanted to go and get a hotel room.

We started driving around trying to figure out different places to go when finally Amy suggested in a soft, wary voice that we go to a local go-go bar, The Purple Orchid. From that moment on I had a great feeling about the evening.

We stopped at another local bar, Hammerheads, to have a couple drinks and basically break the ice since this was Amy's first date with a woman. This was a big mistake - it was the day before Valentine's Day and there were single inebriated men out and on the prowl to put it mildly. After hearing a few pick-up lines we decided that it was unmistakably time to venture on to the Purple Orchid.

I think Amy felt a little uncomfortable about going to the Purple Orchid since she had never been in an go-go bar before. I was eminently excited! We walked into the bar and found a couple empty seats. All of the men in the bar were starring at us. If they didn't have a totally bewildered look on their face then it was an ear to ear smile. After a couple beers Amy seemed to feel right at home watching the beautiful, naked women dance. We were talking, watching and having a great time. We joked about which of the girls we would like to take home with us for the night.

One particular dancer kept coming over to us after her sets were over. Her name was Kelly. She was adorable - tall and tan with a perfectly proportioned body. I told her how I had an interest in dancing and she grabbed my hand and told me to come on that she would give me an outfit because there was no time like the present. Amy sat there cheering her on but I chickened out. What Amy and I found really attractive about Kelly was her high-spirited disposition. Basically she was totally goofy and seemed like someone who knew how to have a good time. As time passed by the DJ mentioned to the crowd not to forget about getting couch dances. Amy and I just looked at each other. We could practically see the light bulbs above each other's heads. Kelly was on her way back up to the stage when we stopped her to ask how much couch dances were. She got a big smile on her face and said that she would be over to take care of us as soon as she was done her set.

Well Kelly figured that she would get us worked up as much as possible before the couch dance. So the entire time she was on stage she dedicated herself to us. She was having a great time up on stage and we were having a great time watching her. She stood right in front of us caressing her beautiful breasts, sucking on her fingers, fondling her pussy. I don't know about Amy but I was already wet.

Finally her set was over and she motioned to us to meet her at the other end of the bar. We walked into the partially sectioned off area where the girls showed off what they really had to offer. Kelly showed us both how and where to sit - I never knew there was a specific way to sit during a couch dance and she started dancing for us. It didn't take long before she was right on top of me dancing and grinding against me. Before I knew it I was kissing her as she stroked my pussy. Then she moved over to Amy and started kissing her and rubbing her breasts. Watching the two of them touching and kissing made my pussy so wet. Back and forth Kelly went between Amy and I. At this point Kelly was pretty much straddling over us. She was rubbing Amy's pussy while I sucked on her firm breasts. Then Kelly sat backwards on my lap and placed my hands on her pussy. As I rubbed Kelly's pussy I leaned over and started kissing Amy. Her lips were so soft - I just wanted to rip off her clothes right there and fuck her.

I was so enthralled with Kelly and Amy at this point that I barely heard the bouncer come over and tell Kelly that we had to calm down. We all stopped what we were doing and unfortunately returned to reality. Kelly's time with us was just about over so we started to straighten our selves up. Kelly was laughing her ass off because we all had lipstick all over our faces. She grabbed me and then Amy and gave us a kiss good bye and thanked us for choosing her.

Needless to say we were both glowing with ecstasy. Amy and I went back to our seats at the bar but not before fighting off a couple of "high fives" and the shouts of "you go girls" from the men in the bar who got a glimpse of our little private show. After making her rounds through the bar Kelly stopped back over to talk to us. She was curious about why we chose her for the couch dance. I told her that it was her silliness that attracted us to her and she proceeded to start rubbing my inner thigh. I was so horny at this point that I wanted to get in the car with Amy and drive to the nearest hotel but we probably wouldn't have made it past the parking lot.

Kelly headed back up to the stage and started fucking with us again. This time I couldn't take my eyes off of her. As I watched her I placed my hand on Amy's thigh and gently worked my way over to her pussy. As I touched her pussy from the outside of her tight fitting, black pants I could feel her panties getting wet. She sat there intently watching Kelly dance. I continued to rub Amy's pussy, I wanted her to cum right there in the bar. I could see her biting on her lip and digging her nails into her thigh. I knew she was really close. Finally Amy's body tightened up and she grabbed my hand. She just looked at me and kissed me.

We decided that it was time to leave the bar before we ended up in the bathroom fucking. So we threw on our coats as quick as possible and headed for Amy's car. As she unlocked my door for me I came up behind her and started kissing her neck. She just stood there for a few minutes enjoying my kisses. She eventually turned around and started kissing me. Her soft, wet lips and our tongues thrusting against each other felt great. We stopped kissing abruptly as a car of guys drove by and started bellowing out vulgar remarks. We both agreed that Rising Sun Avenue wasn't the place for this show of affection so we got into the car. As Amy drove we both sat there pretty quiet. I know our minds really weren't on going home at least not separately.

Finally, Amy broke the silence. She told me that Dave, her boyfriend, said that he would not have a problem with her staying out over night to spend the night with another woman. My only response was that I knew of a few hotels with really nice rooms that had jacuzzis in them. On that note Amy pulled over to a dark parking lot and we started kissing, again. I slowly took off Amy's shirt as well as her bra and began rubbing and kissing her breasts. She layed back in her seat just taking it all in. As I slipped my hand down her pants and began fingering her pussy. Her back began to arch and she was moaning with pleasure. I slid her pants and panties entirely off so that I would have full access to her pussy. The more fingers I slipped into her soaking wet pussy the loader she cried out. She was now thrashing her pussy in rhythm with my fingers. My pussy was so hot and wet from just watching her. I slid her seat all the way back, leaned over and started to go down on her. Her pussy was so wet and I was happy to be pleasing her. After a few minutes Amy began to cum. She couldn't sit still.

After Amy regained her composure she began to undress me. First my shirt and then bra. She loved my nipple ring and it felt so good as she sucked and nibbled on it. Before long she was sliding off my pants and climbing on top of me. She began to grind her wet pussy against mine. As she straddled me I fondled and sucked on her breasts. When Amy started to finger me - I lost all control. The faster she fingered me the hotter and wetter I got. As I was cumming Amy started to kiss me hard and deep. I could feel the cum flowing out of my pussy.

I realized that I wasn't ready to go home yet so I reclined my seat all the way and pulled Amy's pussy up towards my face and I started to eat her out again. Despite the lack of space Amy couldn't sit still again. It didn't take long for both of us to cum again. I loved the taste of her cum in my mouth. Amy slowly slide down and I kissed every inch of her body that passed my lips. We just laid there for a little while softly kissing. I don't think we could have gotten up if we wanted too. My legs were completely numb.

We realized it was really time for us to get home so reluctantly we started to get dressed. As we drove we didn't say much - I guess we were afraid that we would end up making another pit stop. When Crista pulled up into my driveway I lean over and kissed her gently good bye. As I was getting out of the car she leaned over to my seat and told me that she had a great time and can't wait till next time. How could I not absolutely agree with her?!?



Couch Encounter



I'm writing on my phone, so there may be some typographical errors here or there. Enjoy and let me know what you think! 

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I'm sitting on the couch reading a newspaper. You walk into the room without me noticing. You're wearing nothing but a pair of white thigh high stockings. 

You walk over to me, pull the newspaper out of my hands then quickly straddle my hips and start kissing me, your hands on both of my cheeks. I allow my hands to roam over your back and your tight ass as we kiss. 

You begin to grind your pussy on my growing member and you begin to make my slacks wet with your juices. You slowly crawl up my body and rest your knees on the back of the couch as your pussy finds its way next to my waiting mouth. The smell of your pussy is intoxicating as I reach out with my tongue and lick you from the bottom, all the way up to your clit, where I linger and make you shutter from the sensation. I wrap my hands around your hips as I lap at the juices flowing from your perfect cunt. You begin to moan out loud as your fingers move through my hair. Your orgasm rips through your body as my lips are rewarded with more of your sweetness. 

You slide back down my body and kiss me deeply while you regain your balance. Working farther down you loosen my belt and undo my pants. I lift my hips and allow you to pull my pants and boxers down off of my hips. After sliding my pants away, across the floor, you wrap one hand around my throbbing member as your other hand gently cups my balls. 

You lightly stroke up and down and I moan. My sounds bring your mouth close and I can feel your warm breath on the head of my cock. You reach out with your tongue and flick it back and forth just below the head on the bottom and I moan out loud as my hips thrust into the air. 

You engulf my entire member in one motion and bring me all the way back into your throat. All I can do is moan, "Oh My God!" and enjoy your talented mouth. 

You pull back and your hand returns to my shaft. You begin to bob up and down, stroking me and gently massaging my balls as you suck. 

I feel myself on the verge and I pull your mouth off of me and say, "I have to fuck you now!" I lay you back on the couch and you pull your knees out, presenting your beautiful pussy to me. I quickly crouch down and drive my tongue deep inside you as I press your knees back with my hands. You scream with pleasure as I eat your dripping pussy more eagerly than you could have imagined. You cum hard and shake in the aftermath. 

I upright myself again and set the head of my cock at the entrance of your pussy. I'm able to easily push myself deep inside you as I feel your hot cunt squeeze every inch of me as I fill you. I begin to draw out and you grab my hips, stopping me momentarily to enjoy the feeling of being filled. You let go and I pullout just far enough so that I'm barely inside you before I slowly glide back in. I continue my slow motions gradually picking up speed. All the while allowing my hands to roam over your stomach and beautiful tits. 

I pull out and you turn over onto your hands and knees. I get behind you and you guide me into you with your hand. I grab your hips and pull you into me as you push back and meet my own hips forcing me just a little bit deeper into your now soaking wet pussy. We begin to quicken our pace and can now hear our fucking between moans. 

I disengage and lie down on the ottoman. You straddle my hips and seat your pussy on my cock with one quick motion and immediately begin to ride up and down on me. My hands rest on your hips and you squeeze your own breasts as you bounce up and down on my cock as you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure. I lick my thumb and begin to massage your clit. You're caught off guard and almost fall forward onto me but catch yourself with your hands on my chest. You slowly continue to continue moving up and down on me as your eyes roll back into your head as you cum harder than you have yet this evening. Your moan is almost a primal grunt as your orgasm completely overtakes you. 

You stand up after a long recovery lying on top of me and we switch places. I get onto my knees and slide myself into your waiting pussy over the edge of the ottoman. I'm so turned on by now that we both know I can't last much longer. Your legs move onto my shoulders and I begin to pump my cock into your pussy with utter abandon. I pull myself from you and in one swift move you pull your legs down and begin to stroke my cock as I spray rope after rope of cum across your stomach onto your chest. Some of the cum lands on your neck and chin and some lands on your waiting tongue. You continue stroking me with one hand as the other transports the cum from your perfect body onto your tongue.



Couch Fun With Mom



This is sort of a continuation of "The Masked Threesome". It's the same players involved. If you want to get a description of Aimee, you need to read "The Masked Threesome".

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About a month after that amazing night with my mom and sister, I was in another situation that I couldn't believe and the outcome was....well.....let me just describe the whole thing for you.

It was a Friday night, I was supposed to go out with the boys. Nothing major, it's just our weekly thing we do.

So here it was, about 9:00pm, it was already dark and I was getting ready to go out. My sister was staying on campus all weekend so she wouldn't be around. I wasn't sure what mom and dad were doing. 

I was in the kitchen getting something to eat before I left and mom comes in dressed in her beach robe.

"Oh Josh, you're still home, I thought you were going out with your friends?"

"I am, just getting in a quick bite before I go out. What's with the beach outfit?"

Giggling, mom said, "Silly, this is what I wear out to our pool, I have my swimsuit on underneath. I spent the day out shopping with friends and went to the spa late afternoon. I was so relaxed afterwards I came home and took a nap. Now I'm wide awake and figured I'd get my swimming workout in since I didn't do it this morning. Your dad will be sleeping on the couch in about 20 minutes and I didn't want to just sit there and watch TV all night."

"Too bad...", I said, "Too bad you just couldn't leave dad here and come out with me and my friends tonight. It won't be much, but it will be better than watching dad sleep on the couch!" 

Mom laughed and pushed my shoulder as she walked out to the pool, "Josh, that's too funny. You wouldn't want and old broad like me hanging out with you younger folks. Besides, your dad may get called into the office, there's a big project that has to be done this weekend so I want to spend time with him."

About that time, my cell phone rang, it was Tim. His car wouldn't start so he wouldn't be picking me out for a while. He's trying to get it fixed so we could at least go out later tonight. 

I walked into the living room and saw dad lying on the couch. The top of his shaved head was sticking out of the end of the couch. With all the lights off and just the TV lighting the room, I couldn't tell of he was asleep or not. I made my way to the staircase behind the couch and tip-toed my way up the stairs, then I heard his voice, "Josh, what are you doing here, I thought you were going out?"

"Oh hi dad, I thought you were asleep and didn't want to wake you." I came back down the stairs and sat in a chair in the living room. "Tim's car isn't running, he's trying to fix it and we may go out later. Looks like I'm stuck here with you and mom for a while." I said chucking.

"No, just me. Your mother is out at the pool swimming. She won't be back here until after she's done and all cleaned up. Usually, about an hour or so. We've got some time to hang out until she gets here."

"Sounds good to me," I said, "Anything exciting going on at the office?"

"Matter of fact, yes there is. We're working on a big project that's almost done. I'll probably have to go in tomorrow to make sure all the plans are going well for our presentation on Monday. Hey, you want to come in and see how it goes?"

"Sure dad, that would be so cool. What time tomorrow?"

About that time, my dad's cell phone rang and it was the office. I heard dad say, "Are you kidding me?! That should have been done yesterday! What happened? Shit, I'll be that in about 30 minutes!"

"Josh, as you just heard, something major has happened with our project, I gotta get to the office asap. Looks like tomorrow may not work, sorry buddy. Can you tell your mother I went to the office and I'll call her later? I don't want to interrupt her workout."

"No problem dad, I'll let her know." 

Dad grabbed his jacket and left. Now what do I do? Dad left, mom's working out and Tim is getting his car fixed. I'm basically stuck here waiting for....well....nothing. Oh well, I took my cell phone out of my pocked and laid it down on the coffee table and I laid down on the couch where dad was just a few minutes ago. 

I started dozing off when I heard some noise in the kitchen. It must have been mom getting done with her workout. As I was lying there, mom came by and said, "Dave, I'll be down in a bit. Looks like the kids are gone and it's just you and me tonight. I'm not sleepy so you better not fall asleep on me, " and she walked up the stairs. Before she did, she put a CD in the player at the bottom of the stairs.

Obviously she saw my head sticking out from the end of the couch, like when I saw dad's head earlier and thought he was asleep. Since dad and I both shave our heads, she must have thought I was dad. 

Mom didn't turn off the kitchen light and it was shining right in my eyes. So, me being an 18 year old and can't do anything the common sense way, instead of walking to the kitchen and turning off the light, I just reversed my position on the couch. Now, my feet were where my head was. I propped my head up on a pillow and continued watching TV.

About 20 minutes later, a little pop-up came on the TV screen saying "2 minutes; Sleep Timer" 

Shit, dad must have set the sleep timer on the TV before I came in here. The remote was on the other end of the couch and I didn't want to move to get it until I absolutely had to. 

My luck had to be incredible tonight is all I have to say. About that time, I heard mom's voice from the top of the stairs...."Dave, I've got something to show you. The girls and I went shopping today at Fredrick's Of Hollywood and I got a little outfit for you. If you want to see it, turn that TV off."

About that time, the TV Sleep timer turned off the TV. (thank goodness for technology!)

So here's the scene....me in the living room lying on the couch. The only light shining in the room was from the kitchen, which was being me. Mom at the top of the stairs wanting to show off a new outfit. Can I get any more lucky than this? 

Just so you get the visual, when someone is laying on our couch with the kitchen light on behind them, it's almost impossible for someone who is standing on the other side of the room to see the couch person's face. It's sort of like standing in front of a spot light with your back to the light (except a lot less bright). The person looking at the spotlight can only see your silhouette but you can see all of that person. Got it?

The TV turns off and mom starts walking down the stairs, still thinking I'm dad. She's wearing a silk robe, I watch her as she bends down and hits play on the stereo. A slow, sultry Blues song starts playing (I couldn't tell you what it was) and mom positions herself on the side of the couch about 10 feet away. The kitchen light is reflecting making it sort of like a stage spot light for her. 

"Oh, this light is just right for what I need to show you. Dave, you've been working so hard this week and we haven't had much time together, I want to make you feel good and make up for a week's worth of lost time. Check this out" 

She opens up her robe and I see her new outfit. It's a matching black bra and panty set, complete with a black pearl necklace. The bra is the push up kind that really makes her chest stick out. The panties are silk (of course) and have ties on either side. She had her long hair in a two ponytail style, one on each side. Of course, her make up is flawless. To top it off, she wore black stiletto high heals and they really showed off those shapely legs of hers.

She says "Well Dave, do you like it?" 

Me, not wanting to blow it, mumble "Ummm, hmmmmm!!!" 

She then walks closer to the couch, pulls the ties on both sides of her panties and they drop to the floor. Then says, "Do you like my new look? I did it just for you." I looked closer and saw the sexiest little patch of hair just above her pussy. For those that don't know, this is referred to as a landing strip.

"I know you like me clean shaven, Dave, but I wanted to try this out. I'll ask you what you think AFTER I'm done with you tonight." She said with an evil grin. "Right now, I just want to suck that cock of yours, are you ready for me?"

She didn't wait for an answer. (like there is any way that answer would be "no" anyway, right?)

She walked around behind the couch and positioned herself right behind my head. She leaned her body over mine and unfastened my pants. She pushed them off my hips as she was slithering forward. She grabbed my already massively hard cock and said "My Dave, you ARE excited! I guess we'll have to take care of this." And she started stroking me off. 

"Dave, I've been waiting all week for this..." And then clamped her mouth down on me like a vice! OMG! What a wonderful feeling. Her head was bobbing up and down while sounds of cock sucking were filling the room.

She lifted her head, but continued stroking and said "Dave, I'm so wet for you right now, eat my pussy. I really need to feel your tongue do me!" and went right back into sucking my cock. 

That was all the encouragement I needed. I didn't need to lick around and make her pussy moist, it was already wet from anticipation. I made my tongue as hard as my prick was and drove it straight in her tiny slit!

"MMMMMMMM" was the sound she made when I did it, but she never took her mouth off my cock. I was licking and sucking that pussy as if it were the last time I would ever get to do so. I remember how sweet it tasted the last time I got to lick it and it was just as sweet this time. 

Then, without warning, she lifted off my cock and said "I'm cummingggggggggg!!!!" and a flood of juiced erupted out of her box! I swallowed all I could but there was some of the sweetness rolling down and dripping off my chin. 

Still stoking my cock, she said, "Dave, you've never made me cum that fast before, think you can do it again?" and went right back to jacking me off.

I just love a challenge! Of course, my mouth was still devouring her smooth pussy and decided to be daring. I slipped two fingers in her cunt and got them all nice and wet. While my fingers were penetrating her pussy, my tongue when for her sweet little ass. I licked it at first and she gave a little twitch. Then I stuck my tongue in further and heard, 

"Ohhhhhhhh, that's not fairrrrrrrrrr." 

At that point, I stuck my pussy juice soaked fingers into my mom's ass! "Dave, here I go againnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!" and she came on my face for the second time! Wow, this woman was horny as hell! 

So here I was, lying on the couch with my mom's mouth sucking me off, my fingers in her ass and her pussy leaking fluid all over my face. Even if nothing else happened, I was satisfied. But, of course, mom wasn't ready to stop yet. 

"Dave," she said sitting up a bit still stroking my manhood, "I think you need me to fuck you now, what to you say?" 

I shoved my tongue in her cunt and moaned an "mmmmmm, hummmm" which triggered a nice little whimpering sound from her.

She started moving forward and I lifted her up a bit to help her out. She slithered forward until she was sitting on my stomach, still stroking my cock. She positioned her smooth pussy at the base of my cock and help it straight up against her lower stomach and said, "Dave, I can't believe how far your cock goes into my pussy." And continued stroking me while she pressed my dick on the outside of her slick pussy lips. 'Oh, I can see my pussy hair ticking your cock, can you feel it." 

"Ummmmmmm, yes" I whispered. 

"I came twice already, now it's your turn." She lifted up a bit and slipped her pussy over my cock and it slid right in. "Oooooooo.......Dave......I love the way you feel inside me." 

She was doing it, my mom was fucking me on the couch! She was riding my dick like she's never been fucked before. 

"Dave, you make me so wet!" 

I could feel the suction of her pussy strain to keep my cock inside as she was lifting up and down. I knew I wouldn't last long.

She whispered "Let me know when you're about to come, I want to watch you squirt all over me!" 

"I'm almost there now!" I hissed back. Luckily, she didn't catch the fact that it wasn't her husband saying it.

She lifted off of me and grabbed my prick and started stroking. She leaned back and I grabbed both her pony tails and pulled slightly. "Dave, I can feel my pussy juice on your great big cock, cum for me!!!!!!!!!!!"

That did it, that was all it took. I came, and MAN did I cum! The first blast shot up and it felt like it could have hit the moon!. She kept stroking "I can feel you cumming, keep going!!!!" She leaned all the way down and now her back was laying on my front and I was squirting my cum all over my mom's chest and stomach. I was breathing hard and she was panting with pleasure and she continued to stoke me. Finally, I quit cumming.

"I've never seen you cum so much, was it my outfit?" She giggled. "I love the way your cum feels over my body, just like silk. Feel it with me." She grabbed my hand, put it with her and together we smeared my cum, yes MY CUM, all over her incredibly tight ab ripped stomach!! I could feel her abs as our hands spread my cum around them. What and incredible feeling! 

"Awww, poor baby, your cum is now all over your fingers. We need to clean it off." And she brought my fingers to her pussy and pushed my fingers, along with hers, into her pussy! 

I was fingering my mom's pussy, with my own cum covered fingers! AND, her fingers were there as well! She started moaning, "Dave, I feel your hot cum inside of me." 

I took that as a hint and began going to town on her already wet clit. I inserted another finger and she jumped a bit. Holding her body with my other hand, I started pistoning my fingers in and out, feeling her squirm on top of me. It didn't take long until I heard.....

"Oh My Goddddddd, I'm cummmmmmiiiinnnnnngggggggg aaaggggaaaiiinnnnn!!!!!!" 

My mom was cumming with my fingers in her cunt! Her whole body was shaking and I could feel it because she was still lying on top of me! 

She shook for what seemed liked 2 hours, but I'm sure it was more like 30 seconds or so. When that was over, we were both lying there. Me, with my fingers gently massaging her moist pussy lips and her, breathing heavy with a slight film of sweat covering her body. 

Still out of breath, she brought her hands to her hair and undid her pony tails. She rose herself up and was once again sitting on my stomach with her back to me, but this time the ends of her long brunette hair was tickling my chest. It was sight to see that incredible hour-glass swimmer's body of hers on sitting on top of me. 

"Are you up for another surprise?" she said. 

Of course, me being 18 years old, there was no signs of my manhood getting soft....AT ALL. My mom, putting her hands on my cock again said, "I guess this hard rod in my hands means you're still up for it." 

She brought herself down my body a bit and turned around. Now she was facing me but sitting on my thighs. I thought for sure she would recognize me but I guess with the kitchen light shining in her eyes, and some of her hair strands draped over them as well, she really couldn't make out who I was. And since she thought I was her husband, why would she even question anything, right? 

"My friend told me about this today while we were having lunch, and I'm just dieing to try it with you! You just lie there and relax and let me know how this feels to you." She told me.

OMG, now my mom wants to try something new? What else could she possibly do that she hasn't done with dad yet? Whatever it is, I guess I'll find out...WHOO HOO!!!!!

She scooted forward and lifted herself up just above my totally excited rock hard flesh pole. She lowered herself just a bit and the tip of my cock started sliding in the outer folds of her vagina. She slowly kept lowering herself and I watched as my cock was being eaten by the velvet folds of her womanhood. She let out a sound as she was lowering down....

"dddddaaaaaaaavvvvvvvvveee, you're so hard. I love your cock." 

I could feel her pussy muscles grip my cock as it worked its way up her channel. Eventually, she was sitting all the way down and I could feel her outer pelvic bone on mine. This was almost enough to make me cum, but I held out because I wanted to see, and feel, this surprise she had is store for me........I mean dad.

Then it happened, instead of riding up and down on my cock and fucking me (which I wouldn't have mind anyway), she just stayed in place, no movement. It puzzled me at first until I heard her say, "You're going to get to watch AND FEEL me cum on your cock will I play with myself. You're going to feel my cunt muscles squeeze your dick as I bring myself to orgasm."

OMG! My mom was about to masturbate while my dick, yes MY DICK, was jammed up inside of her velvet box.

I could she her eyes were closed and she lowered her hands down to her own shaved pussy. The only hair was the landing strip which was about an inch or so above the top of her clit. 

She stuck a finger in and began playing around the inside, which was where my cock was stationed. "Honey, my fingers feel your cock in my pussy" was a phrase I never dreamt I would hear, but it was being said to me from my own mother!

"Do you want to taste my juice?" she said as she brought her wet fingers to my eagerly waiting mouth. I got to taste her pussy....again! But this time she was feeding it to me! Holy Cow, this was amazing!

She then sat back up and with both hands began playing with her clit.

My mom was now masturbating, while on top of me, with my hard prick inside of her! I could feel her muscles tighten and loosen around my dick. I could feel her breathing getting heavier. I reached up and grabbed those perfect bra covered breasts and BINGO! She screamed, "Here I go againnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!! Davvvvvvveeee I'm cummmiinngg!!!"

I never felt anything like it before, all that swimming must create some incredible muscles inside that pussy of hers because all the sudden, my cock was in a vice that was squeezing and squeezing!

I felt squeeze, then let out a bit, then squeeze harder, then let out a bit, then one long squeeze accompanied with,

"AHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!! I'm still cummmiiinnngggg!!!!"

She didn't have to ride me to fuck me, she was doing it with just her pussy convulsing!

She was leaning back and I could feel her hair dragging against my thighs as she was shaking!

Finally, she stopped cumming, leaned forward and fell on top of me. 

Here's the scene. Me lying on the couch with my sexy mother covered in sweat from her orgasm, lying on top of me wearing only her Fredrick's of Hollywood silk bra. My still hard erection being held in place by her tight box, her head next to mine with her hair draped across both of us.

Between breaths she says "Dave, that was unbelievable. I've never cum like that before and you helped me do it! I love you. Now I'll do something for you."

She pushed herself up until she was sitting straight up on my cock again. She bounced up and down a couple of times and then without saying a word, pulled herself off of me and slithered down until her mouth was on my cock.

"Ummmmm," she said, "I can taste my pussy juice on your cock. Now I'll suck your prick until you cum in my mouth."

I propped my head up a bit on a pillow so I could watch my mom suck me off. With the light from the kitchen shining on her, I could see her perfectly. Every so often, while she was sucking, her eyes would look up and try to focus on my face but couldn't because of the light in her eyes. Never the less, it was site. 

My mom felt me tense up and knew I was about ready to blow my load and picked up her pace a bit. I tensed up and said "Here I goooooooo" and busted my nut in my mother's mouth!




Couch Fun With Mom



She kept swallowing and I kept cumming. It seemed like I dropped a gallon of my seed into her mouth before I went limp. Her mouth just stayed locked onto my cock. She looked up at me, with my cock still in her mouth, and gave me a wink and a smile.

About this time, the phone started ringing. Of course, neither of us was about to move to answer it. The answering machine kicked on and I heard my dad's voice.....

"Hi Aimee, it's me....."

My mom's eyes lit up as big as saucers with my cock still in her mouth and my dad's voice talking on the answering machine. 

She jumped up, "What the fuck is going on!" She flipped on the light....

"Oh my God! Josh!"   



Couch O



Black pumps and fishnet stockings. 

Reclined in a most comfortable position with my ankles crossed on the arm of the couch, you entered and stopped in your tracks. My hand made way to my breast to administer a soothing massage, adding to the sight you could not believe.

You stood still, not making a sound except for the heavy breathing while you watched the mini display for your ultimate benefit.

I slowly rolled my neck to look towards you over the edge of the couch arm. A wink and a smile greeted you as I extended my hand towards you. You reached out and took my hand, and stepped forward as I pulled you closer.

When you were within an arms reach, I could then cradle your balls more comfortably for a while before pressing harder along the underside of your erect cock. the satin-like smooth cotton pants felt wonderful as they shrouded your manhood. I slid my hand between your legs to grab at your ass. Fingers wedged a bit between your cheeks, I pulled you even closer. Lifting my head your direction let you know what was to cum. 

The feel of your hand along my inner thigh brought a fast wetness. My skirt was tight enough at the hem to prevent your hand from actually reaching far enough to feel all the wetness that waited for you. I lifted one leg off the arm and bent it up so you could access a bit more of my leg. The top of my stockings became evident. You slipped a fingertip or two behind the band and proceeded to try removing it. It curled down under the pressure of your motion. When i loosened my grip on your ass, you stepped sideways towards my feet to get a better grip on my stocking. With the work of a seasoned man, it was being peeled off my leg, down to my ankle and eventually off my foot as you pushed my shoe to the floor. Just as it came off my foot, you pulled my leg to drape over the side of the couch.

Instantly on your knees, you pulled my leg aside to make a better space for your hips between my thighs. With a hand slipped under my skirt on each side, you slid it up to my waist with ease. A white lace thong greeted you. The small amount of cloth against my pussy was nearly enough to contain the moisture your presence created. Glistening lips turned you on and made you harder in the cock than you already were. Your pants tightened, but you did nothing to ease the tension. Instead, you let it press against my leg as you began to kiss my inner thigh.

You eased my thong to one side, baring two plump, flushed lips inviting you to come further. A gentle breath upon them contracted the muscles in a hot and steamy display for you. One finger played seductively, one swirl around my lips ended at my swollen knob of a clitoris when your fingers strummed and started a tap tap tap series of play.

My leg pressed up to your pant-tightening bulge and rubbed a bit to be sure that sexy cock of yours continued to get some loving. You pressed against the inside of my leg and pushed my lips apart even more. Playing all the while, one finger, then two, then a third...I was squirming under your attention to my pussy. The feeling was making the region hot as it was wet. When I reached for a fist full of your soft hair, you leaned in and began.

Those fingers were suddenly accompanied by a tongue. The depth to which you pressed that hardened muscle was a surprise and a treat all at once. Firm probing tongue to flatter, soft petting lapping tongue interchanged at such a random rate I could not help but let the focus go and give my mind to you as I had just given my body. When my leg lightened the pressure against yours, you knew I was getting closer. Your attention to my breathing and my moans through every other gasp was incredible. Responses were timed perfectly to my breaths enhancing my pleasure further towards an inevitable toe curling orgasm...after the prolonged sensational contractions, you did not just prop yourself on your heels, you settled back and watched. 

You stroked my lips gently. You petted attentively and eased me out of the feeling just as you tenderly eased me into it. I watched your eyes and expression as you privately watched in amazement over my reaction to all you had done to bring such pleasure so deeply to my body...



Couch Sex



She had been going out with him for four years now. The progression to moving into his town house had been a slow one. And now she was here, had been here for a few months. All her things were here, her pictures on the walls, her dressings on the windows, her photographs on the desks and tabletops. 

She was home.

She sighed and put a bowl of soup on the table for him, smiling at him. He looked tired, exhausted. But once he had eaten, he would feel better. 

He was a quiet man, older than her by many years, and very set in his ways. He was a successful businessman, and one of the best representatives his firm had in the district. Marrying him would increase her own financial value many times over. But that had nothing to do whether or not she would. If she did, it would be because he asked her to.

As she watched him slowly eat his soup, she smiled softly and folded her fingers together on the table, thinking. She'd had so many ridiculous relationships before this. Boys, really, who wanted her only for sex, or to make their own lives complete. They didn't really pay attention to her own wants or needs, and had no interest in her special desires. They wanted equality, and wanted her to make them stronger. 

That wasn't the kind of girl she was. She'd graduated at the top of her art class, but had no need to make money, her family being well enough off that she could putter around if she liked. And so she had, dating and failing at many relationships. 

Then she had taken the job offered to her at one of the better galleries in town, appraising newly purchased pieces before they were exhibited. She had a lot of experience in such things, and was highly touted for her skills. But it also included going out often, meeting new artists and contractual exhibition providers. She hated that part of the job, smiling and nodding and not really paying any attention to the mundanity of the business. 

It was at just such a party she had met...him. 

She smiled, looking at his slight cap of grey hair, his soft blue eyes as he drank now from his glass of wine. 

He was elegance and sophistication and style all wrapped into one. And he was a widower. He had money, and he preferred to spend it in his deceased wife's name in the art industry. 

When he had met her, he had been soft-spoken and quiet, but openly considerate of her good looks. He had noted how tall she was, how slender, and had leaned in close to speak to her from his own great height.

"You should wear your hair up, off your shoulders," he had said that first night, gently stroking a hand over her bare neck beneath her long blond tresses.

She had rushed to the bathroom immediately, searching in her handbag for spare hair clips. And finding them, she had coifed her hair up in attractive loose layers.

Back out in the gallery, he had smiled at her approvingly. And he hadn't left her side since. It had been a test, she was sure of that. He loved her, but she would not be so stupid as to think he didn't want her for her obedience of his every word. 

He nodded at her now, and she stood up, reaching for his bowl. He put a hand on her wrist, then looked up at her. 

She leaned down to him, and he cupped her face, using his hand on her wrist to pull her easily into his lap. His hand went around her head as he turned in his chair, opening up room for her over his thighs. She sat down gently, and turned to him, kissing him eagerly. She loved how he touched her, how he wanted her at any time, any given time he chose. 

His hands slipped under her silk shirt, reaching up and cupping one of her breasts. He squeezed it, almost painfully, before he began to mash it around in a circle. Then he lowered his hand. His fingers deftly began to undo her zipper and buttons. He reached into her loose slacks, cupping her naked mons.

He loved for her to go without wearing underclothes whenever she was home. It made it easier for him to touch her, to love her, he had said. And she didn't mind at all. He cupped her, squeezing her puss tightly. Then he withdrew his hand, and pulled away from the kiss. 

She stood up, shaken by her desire for him, feeling her body becoming hot, wet for him. Then she went into the kitchen, bringing him his dinner of fresh vegetables and tender steak. 

Again sitting across from him, she watched him eat. He said nothing, he never did after work. He liked the quiet, the solitude they shared in his expensive townhouse. 

"On the weekends, and holidays, we can go to the estate in the country and talk all you like. But here, let's just have the silent love of each other." That was how he liked things. And she had been thrilled to pieces because she was the same. 

Soon, he was done with his meal, wiping at his perfect lips with his cloth napkin and then laying it aside. She moved to clean up but again he grabbed her wrist, not painfully, just using it to guide her into the living room. She followed him, willingly, knowing what he wanted already but knowing he liked to show her, to guide her and tell her what to do. 

"Take off your clothes, please," he said quietly. Then he sat in one of his armchairs, pulling out a newspaper.

She began to undress, thinking of how her heart had pounded when she'd first done this months ago. She had been confused, but she had done exactly what he had asked. And he had seemed to be reading his newspaper, but now, months later, she knew him better.

She knew that if she looked up, he would be watching her peel her clothes off. His eyes would be glued to her chest as she set her breasts free, dropping her shirt to one side. He would be watching her over the top of his newspaper now as she pulled her slacks down and kicked them lightly to one side. Then, she would have to stand still, under his scrutiny, until he spoke. 

She did her best not to smile too brightly. 

"Please go to the couch and bend over," he said calmly. 

She did as she was told, her bottom rounding out nicely as she got on her knees and put her breasts to the cushions. She could hear him folding up his newspaper now. And now he was standing, rising up behind her. 

Then he was on his knees. She could feel his hot kisses on the small of her back, his hands at her hips, stroking her skin, and her inner fires. 

She moaned, leaning forward more. The sound of his zipper behind her was a tingle in her brain, and the feel of him rubbing against her drove her insane. 

"I love you," he whispered softly into her ear, leaning over her back.

"I love you too," she replied. Her voice sounded weak, strangled with her want of him. 

She could feel his hands, moving. One was on himself, she knew. She knew this routine of desire like she knew how to drive. He was stroking himself, rubbing the now-wet head of his thick cock against the back of her thigh. His other hand was playing at her folds, teasing the pliant chubby lips into a swollen firmness. And then his finger went between them, parting them, as if he wanted to inspect her. 

She felt owned by him, lovingly owned and desired by him. He moved his finger lower, finding her clitoris at the front of her crevice. Once there, he chased over it in circles, teasing the hooded flesh until it was as hard as a button.

Then he was moving her legs apart and coming in close to her. With his hand on his shaft, he began to tease her with the head of his member. She felt the slickness of his excitement, the precum gently oozing from the tip of him. And she felt him mixing with her own juices, her own readiness was evidence of her passion. 

Then he was pushing her further apart, spreading her legs wider. And then, at last, he was inside her. 

The silence was cut by her deep moan, and she lifted her head. He pushed himself slowly as far in as he could go, then gave an extra push. And there he stayed, for several moments. 

Both of them breathed heavily.

Soon, he began to withdraw, and it was as if she could feel the rim of the head of his cock dragging down her insides. She could feel him pulling out, all the way. He slipped his fingers against her wetness once more, teasing her by taking away what she had wanted. But he would give it back, she knew. 

And then he was inside her again, deep, hard. This time, he didn't withdraw fully, he only pulled himself out part way. She looked over her shoulder at him, and without him seeing, she watched him. His face was twisted in a grimace of craving. He was looking down at where their two bodies were joined, watching himself as he teased at her with his fingers and wiggled his shaft side to side. 

She trembled, watching him like that. He wanted for her so badly. He wanted all parts of her. She sighed contentedly, and lay her head back down, closing her eyes. 

With his fingers, he teased at her puffy lips, then thrust inside her again. Then he pulled out, and repeated it. It was maddening and she wished suddenly that he would just fuck her, take her hard. And as if reading her mind, he began to do just that. 

With his hands on her hips, he pulled her slightly away from the couch, rounding out her bottom even more. He leaned back, kneeling so his torso was straight up now. And he began to pump his cock in and out of her wetness. She had soaked him, slicked over his shaft completely with her nectar. Sliding in and out of her was easy, but still a gorgeous thrill. Her sheath sucked at him, pulled at him. And she began to cum. With her fingernails clutching the cushions on the couch, she moaned, loudly, so he could hear the pleasure he was giving her.

That made him grunt and fuck her harder. He put a hand on the small of her back, holding her still while he took her. Harder he went, in and out. And her tight cunt pulled at him, tormented him as she came, her muscles tight around his member. 

At last, she was done, panting and heaving on the couch. 

But he was not. 

He pulled himself out of her all the way, teasing along her lust-swollen lips. With his fingers, he dragged some of her wetness backwards, up her bottom crack. He was separating her buttocks now, and using the head of his cock to smear her own orgasmic fluids over her tight pucker. 

This was new, she thought, shaking in slight fear. This was dangerously new, surprisingly new. 

But she would not deny him anything, especially not this. 

She clung to the cushions of the couch, biting her bottom lip, feeling and not thinking of what it would be like. She did not fear it, knowing that in his hands, she was always and forever safe. 

He teased his cock head at her ass, and she felt the extreme heat of it. When he began to push inside the tight, hard rim of muscles there, she realized that as a woman, parts of her were prone to numbness, to feel only pleasure and be devoid of other sensations. 

The sweet pain of him filling her bottom was new and extraordinary. Her brain felt alive, taking in the new sensations. And her ass felt like it was being torn, like a burning branding iron was being inserted inside her. 

The heat did not subside, but the pain became pleasure as he slowly let her ass engulf his entire shaft. He was long, thick, but she had taken him in as if it were nothing. Once he got past that tight rim of reflexive muscles, it was smooth and hot within her. 

His cock was like a fiery torch inside her now. He began to pull it out, and she moaned, making him stop. Then he pulled out more, and she realized he was listening to her sounds. 

He was seeing if she liked it, if she desired more. And she did. 

She pushed her bottom back towards his groin, groaning as she did so, whimpering and whining for his flesh to be further inside her. He pushed deep inside again, rocking her body with his thrust. Then his hands were on her backside, pulling her buttocks apart. 

She knew he was watching her. She could feel the burn of his cock in her ass and his eyes on their joined flesh. And it gave her sheer chills of delight. He began to lose control now. He was moving faster, wilder, and she could feel him shaking behind her legs. He was panting, she could hear his heavy breath. Then he was leaning over her back, his mouth to her ear. 

She whispered to him. "You own me." 

She turned her head to one side, and his seeking tongue found her own. Kissing her thus, he came inside her, lying over her now, still embedded inside her. 

Some slavery was forbidden. The concept of having one's will taken by force by another person was to be abhorred. 

But to give up that will, to enjoy the feeling of secure love and lust. Now that was a treat indeed. 



Couch Sex



I had been so absorbed in my studying that I didn't even hear the door open. I was curled up on the beige leather couch reading some research papers. Tomorrow was my last exam and then I would be free until September.

My knees were bent and I rested my sock clad feet against the edge of the couch. It was chilly in the apartment but it was home, our home. My pink shorts were snug and my black t-shirt hugged my curvy breasts.

I was humming a song as I read the same paragraph for the third time. My mind was filled with terminology and definitions - glaciers, runoffs, and hundred year floods. I would be the first to admit that Geography was not my first choice but considering he loved the subject, I was willing to take a few courses just to be closer to him.

***

She was sitting there so beautiful and stunning. Her black t-shirt made her raven coloured hair so much more dark and mysterious. I remember that on our first date she had talked about dying her hair blonde but I had told her she was beautiful the way she was. Clearly it was the right thing to say.

I knew she had one more exam and then we were free. Well not completely free as we'd both be working long hours to pay for the apartment and next year's tuition. I closed the door quietly and then walked over.

"Hi sweetie," I said quietly. I slid next to her and kissed her neck. She smelled of coconut and lime. That smell drove me insane. It reminded me of a tropical paradise. Although we had never gone away, I always imagined being on a white sandy beach with the wind gently blowing over our tanned bodies. Of course then my mind would wander to naughty things to do to my raven-haired lover.

Without saying a word I put her reading on the coffee table and turned her face. As we looked into each other's eyes years of togetherness spoke volumes. She knew every single action I was about to do and she loved it.

Leaning over, my lips brushed her sensitive earlobe and I whispered, "Mandatory break time."

***

His lips wrapped gently around my earlobe and my mind was wiped clean of everything I had just memorized. He had this effect on me and no matter what I tried to do I would never win. He knew exactly how to turn me on and all I could do was let him. I was powerless.

I stood in front of him and wiggled out of my shorts. I turned around and pushed my butt against his face as I slid my pink panties down my legs. As I stepped out of them I gasped. His tongue was tracing little hearts against my butt. His tongue slid lower then circled up against my pussy lips.

I could control myself as his tongue danced against my pussy but the moment he tugged gently on my clit ring I lost it completely.

"Fuck," I hissed. I slid down and began grinding my round ass against his jeans. His hands yanked up my shirt and began kneading my breasts. What started as a slow romantic encounter had quickly turned into rough desperate fucking. We both needed something frantic.

***

"Fuck," I hissed. She was rubbing her butt against my cock. I needed her off me so I could take off my jeans but she felt so damn good. She knew the exact pressure to make my cock harden and when I wore jeans she made the zipper graze my cock. If she pushed harder it would hurt but this was just a slow and agonizing wave of pleasure. I finally pulled her off and lifted my hips. Boxers and jeans were off. I wanted to go slow but the moment she gripped my cock I knew it was going to be fast.

Her fingers barely fit around my cock but she squeezed hard enough to make me gasp. I lay back on my side and pulled her close against me. As I reached down to stroke her pussy I knew she was aroused. My fingers glistened with her juices and I sucked my fingers into my mouth, tasting her.

Lifting her leg a bit, I slid inside her. She was burning hot, so wet and tight. I pushed in all the way and let her adjust. She wiggled and held her legs closed, making her tight hole feel even snugger.

I whispered against her ear as I gripped her butt. I spanked once and waited for a reaction.

***

I gasped as he thrusted into me. He began to bang me and all I could do was let him fuck me. It was hard. It was rough. When his hand spanked my right ass cheek I gasped. He did it again. 

"Close," I whimpered. Although my mind was racing with thoughts I could barely speak. My orgasm had been building up since the morning and I was on the brink. I knew the moment he heard me speak that word he could thrust harder and faster, gripping my ass.

He did not disappoint me. His thrusting sped up and soon I was gripping the cool leather as I came hard. I closed my eyes and felt wave of pleasure flood my body. My toes curled and my stomach muscles contracted. His cock was pushing against my cervix but it felt like it was pushing against my entire being. I knew most women rarely came just from fucking and every time I came this way I was amazed and in wonder. At this moment though I was only thinking of one thing. It was his turn.

***

The moment I heard her gasp that word I knew what to do. I gripped her shoulders and began to push into her. She came so quickly and I figured she hadn't been satisfied enough since this morning. I was surprised considering I had almost missed my bus because she had wanted more. I could never say no to her. I kept going until I pulled out and came all over her pussy lips. My orgasm was quick. I wasn't upset. She had no idea how good it felt when I was inside her and she came. Her pussy would vice itself against my sensitive tip and when I was younger that would set me off. Now that I was older I could control myself enough to pull out. Although she loved feeling my hot love juice inside her, she also enjoyed it other places.

I moaned as I watched my semen cover her smooth lips and her cute clit piercing. The first shot landed diagonally on her pussy lips whereas the next two shots filled her piercing.

She was breathing hard and I knew eventually I'd need to move. She wasn't always in need of cuddling but the emotional stress of exam time made her needs more urgent. I kissed her neck softly. She needed to go back to studying and I needed to clean up and make some dinner. But for now we were fine with just lying there. 



Couch Sitting



We had other plans to start with, but they fell through. So we went to the bar instead.

My friend and I were just bumming around, I watched him have 2 beers and an Ice, and we wished the stupid pool tables didn't have so many damn quarters on them.

After watching far too many drunken fools try to sink their balls, we left, and I drove back to my place since there was no way in hell I was going to let him drive after that many drinks.

Once we got there he hit the fridge grabbing a Guinness and popping the top.

Sitting on the couch, we talked for a while, me drinking coffee, him having Ale after he finished the Guinness, sitting sideways on my couch. 

He finished the bottle and rose fetching yet another, but this time when he sat down, he pulled me close to him. Since we were friends I thought nothing of it. In fact I snuggled into his warm embrace as he drank his Ale, enjoying the quiet moment.

His hand began to wander across my chest; I felt my nipple harden under his gentle touch.

"What are you doing?" I asked turning partway to face him

"Turn back around." He said sipping from his bottle.

I turned back silently wondering what was going on... This was not like him at all. I once again turned partway towards him a question on my face.

"Turn back around Now." was all he said, pushing me gently, but firmly, His hand rubbing then pinched my left nipple quite hard.

I gasped, but also felt a flush of wetness between my legs.

"I knew you were a little slut when I met you. Now just stay." He said, holding my left nipple in a snug, but not painful embrace. I turned my head and saw him casually sipping from his drink, when our eyes met I saw coldness in his that I had never seen before.

I was scared, but at the same time, excited as he stroked my left nipple a bit harder causing me to gasp anew at the sensation I was feeling. I submitted to his touch.

"So, you like this?" He asked me in a voice that belied no emotion whatsoever. 

My voice trembled slightly as I answered, "Yes"

"I knew you would, slut. I knew that you needed to be dealt like this from the start. You will do exactly as I say and be rewarded, or fail to do as I say and be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand." I whispered, surprised at myself and my reactions.

"Good" He replied, once more stroking first my left breast, then reaching a bit to touch my right. The wetness between my legs increased and I squirmed a bit under his hand.

"Stop." He said as he pinched my right nipple harder than he had the left. 

"Ouch!" I gasped, "Don't do that, it hurts."

He responded by shifting to the left nipple and pinching it hard and saying "No that is not how this works dear. You do what I say, and we both enjoy ourselves, You do not do what I say and well, I at least will enjoy myself."

"I don't think so." I said, pulling myself away from his grasp. "I don't play those sort of games."

He reached up with one hand and pulled me back down, I heard a small growl come from deep in his throat. 

"Yes you do. You know you want this as much as I want it. So Quit playing the innocent and Stay."

His voice stopped my argument before it could even start and I found myself meekly submitting once again to his wandering hand.

I turned my head and looked him in the eye.

"Yes? Is there something you are looking for?" He said to me casually drinking from the bottle in his right hand as his left hand began to slide under the waistband of my jeans.

"Hey" was all I could say, startled anew by this intrusion, though I felt my thighs separate to allow his hand access to my now hot slit.

"Yes?" was his still calm reply

His hand dug deeper into my pants and he felt the moisture under his fingers through my panties. "I knew it. I knew that you weren't as sweet as you pretended to be. There is a naughty girl in these pants isn't there?" 

I didn't reply being so overwhelmed by the stimulation to my body.

His thumb and first finger found my clit and he pinched it causing me to gasp and buck under his touch. "I asked you a question dear. Answer me now." His grasp loosened a bit then pinched again even harder making me whimper though my slit was dripping and Pulsing in time with my heart.

"Yes, Yes" I gasped trying to figure out what he wanted me to say.

"Yes what?" said he loosening and tightening on my most sensitive of places in a random fashion. I felt myself coming very close to my peak despite, or perhaps due to the pain I was feeling in my clit.

My body felt so hot, I couldn't breathe, His hand down my pants was moving a bit as his thumb and forefinger tortured me.

"Yes what slut?"

"Yes, I am a naughty girl." I gasped almost Cumming all over his hand. My panties and jeans were soaked, my heart raced and my hips began to buck into his hand, begging where my voice failed me.

His pinching stopped suddenly and my clit felt as though it was 10 times its normal size. "No slut, I knew you needed this treatment, but I had no idea you would be this easy to bring off." His hand moved back up to my chest, rubbing my nipple gently, teasingly over my shirt. I turned to look at his face again, catching his eye, he took his hand from my breast and lightly smacked my belly shaking his head and tsking at me. "No, you don't look at me, you face that way." He reached up and turned my head so that once again I was facing away from him.

I heard the sound of him drinking deeply of the Ale and wondered what was going to happen next.

I didn't have long to wait, His left hand went to my waist and up under my shirt, touching my nipple wetting it slightly with my juices. His other hand came sliding up under my shirt then, cold and damp from the beer he had been holding, the sensation washed over me causing me once again to buck my hips.

"Impatient? Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty girl" He said, using both hands to unfasten and push down my jeans I started to kick them off, but his hand returned quickly to my left nipple and I was reminded harshly who was in charge. "Ouch" I said before I could stop myself.

"Ouch? You think that hurts? We have a long way before we get to Ouch dear" His viselike fingers made all the prior pinches seem subtle by comparison. I saw stars as my entire body tried to recoil away from the pain but he only chuckled and held on a few moments longer letting me know that he was completely in charge of my entire being.

He let go, and went back to work on my jeans, pushing them down with one hand then catching them with his foot pushing them to the floor discarded.

I lay back on his chest, clad only in my bunched up shirt and my dripping panties gasping for air.

"Almost" He said coolly as his hands now began to pull up my shirt over my head, catching my glasses a bit. He stopped a moment and took my glasses, setting them on the coffee table before returning to his task of removing my shirt. The cool air of the room hit my chest and I felt my nipples both harden in the chill as he whipped the shirt off my body and tossed it to the floor. He then pulled me back to his chest; the buttons on his shirt tickled me as I settled into his embrace.

I heard him sip again from the bottle then once again found myself breathless as the cold wet bottle was placed between my breasts and moved first to one nipple then the other, making me shudder in pleasure at the new sensation.

As I sat trying to figure out how to react to the new sensation, he shifted the bottle lower, it's cool wetness rubbing against my panties, warring with the heat and moisture down there, without thinking I reached down to grab the bottle, pushing it away from my pussy with a small gasp.

"No, I don't think so." He growled, grinding the hard glass into my soft parts, once again, I felt myself pulsing in time with my heart.

"And, dear" he said coldly. "You won't be doing that again. Put your hands behind your lower back gripping your wrists."

It was not a request; I felt a cold shiver pass over me as I found myself automatically responding to his orders. As my hands slid behind my back, I felt his hardness. But fearing his 'punishments' I gripped my own wrists and sat waiting.

A moment later, he took the bottle away from my slit and set it once again on the floor. His hand returned to my breast and he stroked first one then the other nipple until both were hard and aching. I wanted, No I needed something, but I had no idea what. I inwardly prayed that He knew and would help me.

"You like being told what to do don't you slut?" He said purring in my ear.

"Yes" was my soft reply as I lay there upon his chest, nude, save for my panties, with my hands gripping my wrists behind my back, my chest thrust forward into his hands, breathing hard as I waited for his next move.

"I thought so, You play a good game most of the time, but you need this sort of treatment once in a while don't you?" His voice still belied no emotion, and I could feel his heart beating slowly and steadily behind my back.

Afraid to answer, I hesitated a moment before I felt his left hand begin to tighten on my nipple.

"Yes, Yes, I need this." I said with a hint of panic in my voice.

What was I afraid of? The pain? Or disappointing him?

"Good" was his casual reply

A moment of silence later, and his left hand once again began to move down my chest, across my tummy and now, Into my panties, my breath caught as his fingers delicately explored my folds. He chuckled softly in my ear as his touch brought forth yet another gush of wetness.

In silence he began to probe my depths, one long finger dipping into my well as his thumb danced lightly on my button. 

I fought the urge to move, or even make a sound as he mapped my nether regions.

He played a while then stopped, pushing me away from his chest. I sighed and looked at him wondering what I had done wrong.

He got up from the couch and turned out the light returning to the couch with the single sentence command "Turn around, but keep your hands behind your back."

I did as I was bidden still in silence, almost afraid of what might happen next. He sat and pulled my panties off, then pulled my legs up on either side of his torso, opening and revealing my sex to his full view, because though the light in the living room had been shut off, the light from the kitchen still shone enough to allow us to see one another clearly. He pushed me back so that I was somewhat lying on the arm of the small couch. I looked him in the eyes deeply and still seeing no visible emotion, rocked my head back and surrendered to my fate.

I didn't have long to wait before one hand began a deeper probing of my sex, as the other hand played with my breasts. He stroked my clit steadily and I felt myself begin to go over the edge, Not thinking I let go of my wrists and started to reach out to him causing him to not only stop, but to grip my clit tightly making my head spin in pain/pleasure.

"No" he said coldly "I never said you could move your hands. Put them back now."

Trying to think through the pain, I returned my hands to their position behind my back gripping tightly the flesh of my wrists.

After a moment, he released my sore button, and began to pump first one then two fingers deep in my pussy, turning his hand and bumping my clit lightly as he did so.

I bucked against him, begging him for something, I heard a sound, and a whimper and the word 'Please' a number of times before I realized the sounds were coming from me.

Two fingers turned into three, then four. I moaned loudly as he turned his hand thrusting into my depths in a way that no man had ever done before, I felt his probing searching my depths as though looking for something with his fingertips. 

I saw stars, I felt my body convulse as he found what he was looking for.

My eyes shot open and a single word escaped my lips causing him to smile at me almost evilly.

"Hey" I said with as much aplomb as I could, but he shifted his hand making me reel from the sensation and stopping my train of thought as I became submerged in pleasure beyond any experience I had ever had before in my life.

Filled with 4 fingers and his artistic thumb dancing on my clit, I was nothing but tactile sensation, my entire universe shrank to the size of my pussy and expanded to fill the galaxy, my legs tingled, my head spun, I gasped for air as though I was climbing a mountain.

I opened my eyes and gazed at him, trying to focus, trying desperately to regain some measure of control, but when I opened my mouth to complain, the only word that came out was a Petulant "Hey" 

"Hey?" He mimicked me, speeding his pace, forcing my head to fall back in surrender, I couldn't hold back, I was going to a place I had never been, and I had no map, only a guide that mocked me as he teased my body into new heights of pleasure.

"Hey? I like that. I had no idea all I had to do to shut you up was to fill you up." He thrust his hand into me, reaching down with his other hand to pinch my clit in an almost random pattern of hard and soft squeezes as his thumb slowly stroked the place right above my opening.

Filled with his hand, and driven almost to the point of madness, I once again opened my eyes and looked at him in shock as his face broke into an evil grin. He began to thrust into me and turn his hand touching every part of my insides as his torture of my clit continued from above and below.

"You want to cum don't you?" He said in a husky voice, finally showing some emotion.

I nodded, not trusting my voice

"You really need to cum don't you?" He teased me, both verbally and physically as I teetered on the edge, held from the brink only by his words. I nodded again, gasping like a fish stolen from the depths.

"You don't even know how badly you need this do you?" He said, catching my eyes and forcing me to hold his gaze and he held my body in Thrall. I nodded so hard that I felt my head might just well fall off.

"Then Say so, and I might make it happen."

Might? My brain cried out, my body bucked against him, begging for what my mouth wouldn't say. He slowed his thrusting a bit, chuckling at me as I gazed at him gaping, trying to say what he wanted to hear to end the torment.

"Please?" I tried. He smiled brightly but only increased his motions a tiny bit.

"Please Please?" I moaned, bucking against him. He kept his steady movements grinning at my building discomfort.

Something in me snapped, I bucked hard against him and growled...

"Make me Cum Dammit!"

He held my gaze a moment, and then winked.

All at once his hands began moving faster, and the pinching of my clit became an almost steady pulse, pushing me up and up and up to a summit I had only dreamt of.

My head lolled as my hips bucked, and my pussy and clit began to clench and release him, the jerking spread to my entire body resembling a seizure as I moaned loudly at the release all the while begging for more of this exquisite torture.

His hands slowed and I felt myself coming back to full awareness, my limbs heavy and my entire being drained yet revitalized.

He removed himself from me, tasting my juices as he smiled at me, knowing that he had gotten the better of me.

I gasped as my once full pussy was emptied and shuddered a time or two more as he shifted my legs and leaned forward towards my sweaty face.

"You can let go of your wrists now.," he said softly to me. I did and felt the blood flow returning to my fingertips with a tingle. I was like an overcooked noodle, limp and spent. I rose to unsteady feet and went to the bathroom, gasping anew as I sat. I returned to the couch, only to find him, wearing naught but boxers and holding a blanket open beckoning me to share the space with him.

"But what about you?" I softly asked as he pulled me close in the semidarkness of the room.

"Sometimes it's not about what you can get, it's about what you can give." was his only reply, I opened my mouth to ask another question, but his hand found my lips and he said "Shhhhhhh, sleep now"

I felt my body giving into his demands in spite of my mind's desire for answers and I surrendered once more as his hand lazily stroked my hair.

*Bliss* 



Couch Time



After a long day at work I arrived home and took of my jacket and shirt preparing for a shower. I noticed that the bathroom was busy and I put my jacket back on and threw the shirt into the laundry. 

I grabbed my headphones and led down on the couch to listen to my music. With metal blasting into my head all external noise was drowned out and I closed my eyes and relaxed.

I then felt a hand on my ankle, my eyes snapped open and I saw my fiancée staring at me. She was half perched on the edge of the couch wearing a black bolero, showing off her midriff and a black mini skirt. 

Her other hand moved slowly up to my knee and her head dropped as if she were a cat stalking her prey. Her eyes locked on mine she continues her slow advance up my legs. She lets out a low growl as she passes the waist of my jeans and her left hand slides up my chest and grips the zipper of my jackets, her right moves to the button on my jeans. 

As she slowly pulled on the zipper she flicks a finger through and scratches my chest while her nimble fingers made short work of the button. With my chest now exposed and the button of my jeans undone she straddled my waist and I felt her hot breath on my chest as she raised her head and she let out a gentle hiss as she passed my ears. I tipped my head forward and grabbed the zip on her bolero with my teeth and as she arched her back the pressure pulled the zip open.

Her left hand combed through my hair and her right pulled down the zip on my jeans, while my teeth kept hold of her zip. I noticed that she had no bra on as the torso of her jacket opened revealing her pale chest but hiding her breasts from view.

She looked down at me and moved in to kiss me but as I raised my head to return the favour she pulled back just out of reach and grinned seductively as she teased me. With my jeans zipper now down her hands move to the clasp of her zip and unhook it allowing her jacket to fall open and she leant forward and kissed me gently with just the faintest touch of tongue to my lips. She opened the jacket slowly and leant forward pressing her soft breasts to my cheeks. Her hands dropped to my jeans and her fingers gentle scratching my stomach and sides as she dipped down into my boxers. 

Her hand gripped my shaft and lifted it free of my boxers while her other hand gently massaged the tip between her fingers. Slowly she slid her hand up and back down my cock and I turned my head slightly and sucked a nipple between my teeth and began to nibble while she began to caress me.

She leant back pulling her breasts away from my eager lips and backed away from me, kissing her way down my chest and stomach as she went. She removed her hands from me and raised her head as she let out a long breath onto my cock and ran her tongue around the tip. With another growl she dipped her head and devoured my cock, first slowly, then faster and just as she could feel my body tense as it prepared to explode she stopped. She then sat up and her hand gripped hold of my hair. 

As she leaned backward and lowered herself to the couch her grip on my hair pulled me up onto my knees. Using my hair as a handle she pulled my head down to her thighs and seeing how wet she already was I saw this as an opportunity to tease her back. I softly kissed all around her, but casually missing her sweet spot and she twisted her grip on my hair so I went in for the kill.

Flicking my tongue over her clit of hear her breath quickening, I sucked it between my lips and rub it, knowing that will get her to the edge quickly. I feel her body start to tense up with impending orgasm and I stop and hear her growl in frustration as she pulls my hair. But I didn't relent. I remained unyielding as she vented her frustration. 

I grabbed her wrists and remove her grip from my hair, holding them firmly I pulled her arms over her head and held them there. I sat up and looked down at her. Her body revealed and restrained, her eyes excited. She whimpered as I leant onto her, pinning her down and breathing down her neck. Her legs still spread are wrapped around my waist and she pulled me in. I pressed myself into her and in a slow powerful rhythm, which sent her into a short wave of moans and hisses I began.

I lean forward and suck her other nipple into my mouth, and bit down on it, she let out a whimper and started to buck her hips into me. I picked up the pace a little and with yet another growl I fucked her harder and harder with each motion. Soon she was tensing up again and I picked up the pace yet again. She began to moan loudly and desperately looked up to me for permission. I felt my own orgasm building and I stared down at her with a look that could have only meant one thing, "Let's Fuck".

Her eyes rolled back and her head tipped up. Her back arched as she started to let go as I reached my peak. We both collapsed into each other and as we finished we lay together for a minute catching our breath. We sat up and lit a smoke as we sat in the dim light of sunset coming around the curtains in our living room.



Couch Time Fun



It was Halloween weekend last year, and we were on the couch watching our own horror movie marathon. It was my roommate Tara and her boyfriend, me and my best friend, Alex. By the time we were starting the second movie, it was getting late and cold in our apartment. Tara grabbed two blankets that we keep next to the couch and threw one to her boyfriend and the other to Alex and me. Alex was sitting in the corner of the couch, so I snuggled back against her, sitting sort of in her lap in front of her, and then we pulled the blanket over and around both of us. Tara and her boyfriend did the same.

About half way through the movie, I got up to go use the bathroom (we were drinking margaritas). When I got back, I pulled the blanket off of Alex and then sat back down between her legs and leaned back against her chest, just like I was before I left. Alex shook the blanket out and the pulled it back over us and then pulled her hands back inside the blanket and went to rest them on my stomach (since I was laying against her stomach). When she did this, she not only pulled her hands inside the blanket, but also pulled them inside my sweatshirt. I screamed. It wouldn't have been such a big deal, but I was in my pj's and wearing a sweatshirt with no t-shirt or bra, so her cold hands went right inside my sweatshirt and onto my stomach and boobs. Didn't expect that.

"What was that, Chels?" Tara asked. Although it was a scary movie, it wasn't during a scary part.

"Alex here just felt me up," I said and then me and Alex laughed.

"I didn't mean to, perv, I was just trying to get my arms back under the blanket," Alex said in her defense.

"Sure," Tara said, "I know what the two of you are doing over there in the corner."

"Yea, right," I said. "We're getting ourselves off over here. You're next," I said, and then we all laughed. And while doing so, Alex joked and cupped by breasts in her two hands (outside of my sweatshirt this time) and shook them really hard, saying "Oh, baby, baby."

We all laughed and then began to watch the movie again. About 20 minutes later, Alex took a drink of her margarita, and then put her hands back under the blanket. She had been doing this the entire time during the movie, but this time was different. When put her hands back under the blanket, she also put them under my sweatshirt again, but this time very slowly almost caressing me. I looked over my shoulder at her, but she was looking down with her eyes closed. I sort of froze, but didn't stop her. Her hands continued to lightly brush my skin and walk their way up to my boobs. What in the heck was she doing? Was my best friend really going to feel me up for real? The thought of it had my mind racing. Should I stop her? Do I embarrass her by saying something out loud, or just move her hands back down with my hand?

Before I could answer myself, she was cupping my right boob for real. Her hand felt warm this time, and sensual. My nipple reacted almost instantly and perked up. She gently squeezed my entire boob and let her fingers close in on my nipple. I pushed my back into her to give her a sign of encouragement, and that was all she needed. Her fingers quickly felt and pinched my nipple while her left hand now came in as well and started its way up my tummy. We were totally hidden by the blanket so Tara and her bf had no idea.

It felt so good. Her warm hands just massaging and teasing me -- I was getting so turned on. What were we doing? Why did she do this? Why was I letting her? She must have been thinking about this since she playfully grabbed my boobs outside my sweatshirt earlier. Wow, I had no idea she wanted to do this, but I was loving it.

The better she made me feel, the more I pushed back into her. I was clearly starting to get wet and was wondering if she was as well. If I pushed back against her, I wondered if I was putting pressure on her pussy and if so was it enough for her to grind against? I didn't know, but the thought of maybe causing her to have an orgasm made me lose it. I was being taken over by sexual desire.

With that, I slide my right hand down the waistband of my pj's and panties. Yep, I was already soaked. I dove my middle finger in and brought out what felt like a handful of wetness. I smeared it around my lips and then dove in again. This time it made a little smacking sound, so I stopped abruptly wondering if anyone heard it. Just then, Alex leaned toward my ear and whispered with her hot sexy breath, "Do it, Chels."

That was all I needed to hear. I pulled my finger out and smeared my juices all over my lips and all the way up my slit to my clit. It felt wonderful. Having Alex playing with my boobs and encouraging me to masturbate myself was unbelievably erotic. I was dying from desire and feverishly rubbed by clit, although being careful not to make sloshing sounds. My breathing became shorter and erratic. I was getting close. Alex could tell and began squeezing my boobs and nipples harder. "Yes. Do it. Cum for me. Cum for me."

Her breath was so hot and sexy in my ear. My fingers so slippery. My pussy so hot and aching. I wanted to cum for her. I wanted to cum for another girl. This was insane. Yes, insane. Yes, I'm cumming. My body shook although I tried so hard to stay still. I would die if Tara's boyfriend knew what was happening. I closed my eyes at the peak of my orgasm, and felt so sensual as Alex hugged me tight until my convulsions subsided.

A couple of minutes later, I pulled my finger out of my soggy panties and brought it up to my lap. Alex let go of my boob and brought her hand down to reach mine. She grabbed my hand and then brought it up to the top of the blanket until just my finger was poking out. Next thing I knew I felt a warm sensual feeling on my finger. Alex had taken my finger into her mouth all the way up to the knuckle and was sucking on it. She licked it clean and then brought my hand back down to my lap where we held hands for the rest of the movie.

We went to bed that night and nothing else happened although I thought about it all night long. The next morning, I was hesitant to bring it up, but finally did. She said it must have been the margaritas and that tequila is bad, very bad. We both laughed a nervous laugh and never brought it up again. It still is one of the most erotic and intense things I have done. Just writing this down is making me crazy wet and turned on. I'm sure I will be able to cum within 60 seconds once I stop typing. Ready...go! 



Couch to 5K Beginners Thoughts



Crap. That's all that went through my head as my wife placed the small towel on the hand bar of the treadmill, then informed me that she'd soaked it in cleaner. My eyes were stinging from the sweat pouring down over my face and for a brief moment it had seemed that relief was in sight, and yet so far away. Seven more minutes, just seven more minutes, I promised myself. Two more minutes of running and five minutes to cool down, then I could head to the shower. Damn though, I could feel the desire to just hit the STOP button and head off, but I was so close to finishing it, to completing the Couch to 5K program (C25K), just seven more minutes. And damnit, I don't care if they look dorky, I'm getting a fucking headband.

By now many people are fading off from the popular New Years Resolution while retailers try to make one last push for some more active wear sales. With Valentine's Day coming up, many are starting to let their minds drift away to the holiday of hearts. There are still those trying to stick it out, trying to make that life change, and some who just need a little inspiration. 

I'll be honest, I hate the actual act of running. Making the progress, sure it's fun, but all of the aches and pains that go along with it, not so much. What I do like is the feeling afterwards, what is commonly called a runners high. It's not easy, for many of us giving up the hours of time to put your body through a stressful situation, which working out is. As always, it is important to talk to your doctor prior to starting any workout regimen.

In Spring I finally hit the desire to start trying to get into a workout routine again. I've always been an on and off person with it, on for a period of time but as soon as I made the goal, slacking off again. However, I really enjoy outdoors activities and as it turns out, those can be severely hampered by being out of shape. So, facing the facts I looked up running programs, as in the past I've found having a program gives you a set of goals and helps to keep you motivated while trying to make the exercise a habit. In the end I chose Cool Runnings Couch to 5K (C25K) as it seems to be the popular choice now and most closely resembled a program I had used prior to boot camp to start running.

In April I started with the program, running around a small track in a pair of trail running shoes. Honestly, it was nice to get working even a little bit, though being passed as often as happened was frustrating. With the end of the semester away went my access to the track and my attentions turned towards finals, away from running. Lesson learned, if you don't really make it a priority then it becomes way too easy to drop out.

Instead, I took up walking along an old railroad track turned to park and an old love was reignited. In my teen years I used to love to go hiking, finding solace in being alone with nature. This became my passion over the summer, searching out a variety of trails in the region and making my attempts at them. Often times I got strange looks from people for being the fat guy huffing and puffing my way down the trail, other times a smile and nod. Honestly I didn't care, the views were always worth it and the time away precious. But mostly what this did was bring about the reality that I needed to get into shape badly. 

All that huffing and puffing at the least got me started, upon my return to the gym during the fall I pleasantly found I'd dropped fifteen pounds over the summer. Something that I did find out later was that there is the suggestion for people who are overweight to actually start with walking and make it a goal of being able to walk for an hour without stopping prior to starting the C25K program. I really do think spending that summer out hiking made it a lot easier to transition into running the second time around, both in giving me a more solid goal and in helping to put me in a better physical state. 

After adjusting to my fall schedule and making some room for it, I took the plunge again with the C25K program. This time I started running on the treadmill, easier to keep track of the time spent running, stay at a more constant pace, and they tend to be a little gentler on the joints. The only work load difference between running outside and on a treadmill is the loss of wind resistance and a little help from the moving belt. If that bothers you, it has been found that if you adjust the elevation of the treadmill by 1 percent then you will equal the work load. Admittedly I felt a little funny spending so much time walking on the treadmill with so little running. By the end of it I was a little more concerned about muscles and tendons that hadn't been used like that in too long a period of time to care.

Three weeks, that's how long it's supposed to take to create a habit. My advice is, do what you can to ensure you make it the three weeks, though four weeks would be better. But even having formed the habit, be ready to still have to motivate yourself to go. Your mind is pretty darned good at finding reasons not to head out, sore muscles, thoughts of other things you could be doing, other uses for money, and so on. They still come to me, often times even a couple of minutes into the start of my runs. 

One of the biggest lessons I learned though, was to buy the best shoes that you can afford for running. I had trail runners when I stared out, and they are good shoes by a reputable company but I still felt a lot of soreness in my joints, particularly my knees, during and after running. After a lot of searching I settled on a pair of Altra Olympus trail shoes. They're zero drop shoes with the maximum amount of cushioning that Altra makes and after the first time I ran in them I was sold, my knees felt great! For me, getting to a running store is fairly difficult as I'm out in a rural area but if you have access to a store that specializes in running equipment your best bet would be to go visit and chat with one of the employees. Have them look over your gait and discuss options with you, the right shoes can make all of the difference.

Most importantly though, it all comes down to having the right attitude, listening to your body, and sticking through the goals when they get tough. Don't let yourself get psyched out by the upcoming goals, while at first glance some of them seem to make massive jumps, you'll be surprised at just how ready you are when they come up. Listen to your body, most injuries come when you don't pay attention to how it feels. Yes, I know the old adage of 'No Pain No Gain' but pain is the way your body tells you that something may be wrong. If your body really feels like it needs one more week at a certain level then give yourself that week. While the program is made to be done in nine weeks, finishing it is what is most important, not the number of weeks it takes. 

If you need to take time off, for scheduling, illness, or injury, then do it and just make it a point to return to the treadmill as soon as it's feasible. You might actually think that would be hard, but I had to take some time off for the holidays and found myself jonesing to get back to running as soon as I got the chance. It's almost an addiction once you get the habit of it. 

Finally, make sure to set yourself a goal that will occur sometime after the training period is going to end. I have a 5K in mind to run in a few months, my first one, and am now currently working on increasing the speed that I run at and adjusting the elevation of the treadmill. That goal has helped me to keep focus now that I'm a C25K graduate and keep the motivation to huff and puff on. 

I hope you find some of the tips I've offered helpful. The program itself is a nice structure that can help you get into a routine of running and hopefully start you on the path to feeling better. In a couple of hikes that I've gone on since, I certainly have noticed the difference and find myself less winded than I used to. It is a program that worked for me and I hope you find it as useful as I did!



Couch Trip



Augusta had been having trouble at home. She couldn't get excited at her husband's sexual advances. He suggested she go see a therapist. Augusta refused stating that the problem was her husband's and his alone.

One day he came home late and he was acting very strange.

Augusta knew he had seen another woman just by the guilty look on his face.

She decided to finally see the therapist to save her marriage.

Augusta arrived at the modern-looking building on Broadway. Dr. Ian's had the Penthouse office, suite number 56 with a beautiful view of the downtown bay area.

Augusta admired the giant-sized Buddha and African masks adorining the reception area before she found a seat. Besides herself, there were about 9 men sitting in the reception area.

Augusta's name was paged over the intercom system on the right side of the wall just before the door marked Benjamin Ian, M.D., Ph.D. She got up swiftly and went to the door to answer the call.

"Augusta Wilson? This is Dr. Ian. Please step into my office. Thank you."

"Yes, Dr. Ian," she responded.

Augusta found herself in the middle of an oasis once she opened the doctor's door. There were runing fountains and soft relaxing Oriental music playing in the background with a comfy cream-colored fur-line couch smack dab in the middle of the Dr. Ian's office.

"My, this place just takes my breath away," she said to the doctor.

"Just try to relax and please have a seat on the couch," he directed her.

Augusta sat on the couch and instantly she was relaxed.n Dr. Ian asked her to describe the problem she was having in her marriage.

She began, "Doctor Ian, I don't feel in-the-mood when my husband wants sex. I just let him do his thing and I lay there. I don't have the desire for sex, anymore. And my husband ALWAYS wants sex. Can you help me, doctor?"

"First of all it is perfectly natural for your husband to want sex. What isn't natural is your lack of desire. I think you should build up your sexual stamina," the doctor explained to her.

"How do I do that, Dr. Ian," Augusta inquired.

"You have do do exactly as I tell you okay? Then you have to relax your mind and BODY. Can you do that , Augusta, relax your mind and body?"

"I will try," Augusta told him.

"I mean right now, relax your mind. Then relax your body. You can lay down on the couch if you want, Augusta," he explained.

August stretched out on the couch, making sure she took her shoes off so as not to dirty the cream-colored couch.

"Now, Augusta, I want you to relax and close your eyes. That's it. Now hold out your right hand palm facing up. Good," Dr. Ian said.

And with that said, Dr. Ian placed his cock in Augusta's hand.

When Augusta realized what it was she screamed at him, "What do you think you are doing, doctor?"

"I'm teaching you how to be nice to your husband, frigid BITCH!"

Augusta was appalled at the doctor's tone of voice and language he was using toward her.

"I'm leaving doctor. Good bye," she said as she got up from the couch.

"Not so fast, my dear," a voice sounded behind her.

"Richard? Richard, what are you doing here?" Augusta asked her husband.

"Augusta this is my fraternity brother Benjamin Ian from Alpha Delta Nu. I wrote to him explaining our marriage problems and he agreed to help us at no charge. Augusta, he is a licenced sex therapist. He knows what he is doing. If you want to save this marriage, I suggest you sit your pretty ass down and listen to what he has to say," Richard went on to reveal to her.

"Augusta I want you to remove your clothes and lie facing up on the couch, o.k.?" Dr. Ian asked her.

"Very well Dr. Ian. I shall do as you direct."

Augusta removed her silk blouse, then her cotton skirt, kicked off her penny loafers and peeled off her pantyhose. She did not wear a bra as her breasts were still perky after 5 children and 4 of them were breast-fed. 

Richard walked over to her, bent his head down and started to lick and suck her right nipple then her left nipple.

Augusta did not react.

Dr. Ian took out his cock again and told her, "Open your mouth and enfold my cock with your lips."

Augusta opened her mouth to receive the doctor's cock. Now that her mouth was full of manmeat, Richard took out his cock and started rubbing it all over her right breast then her left breast. 

"Suck my cock, BITCH," the doctor commanded her.

Meanwhile Richard was squeezing the precum from the tip of his cock onto Augusta's breasts.

"Umf. Witchoard!" Augusta tried to speak but there was no room left in her mouth as Dr. Ian began to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into Augusta's mouth, reaching her tonsils finally and gagging her with it.

"I said suck it, hard," he reminded her.

Augusta began to finally suck his cock, but had no choice as she had to suck the cock in with precious air that she needed to fill her lungs with.

"That is a good SLUT! Now turn around so we can see your clit," he commanded her.

Richard spread Augusta's thighs apart so Dr. Ian could observe her clit.

"You guys can come in now," Dr. Ian said into his intercom system.

Augusta guessed too late why the other men were in the waiting room. They would be part of her radical sex therapy.

The 9 guys came in and went over to where Augusta lay on the couch.

"Nice clit. Can I taste it?" several of the men asked her.

"No," she replied.

"Why not?" one of them asked her.

"I'm not in the mood. Besides my husband is watching," she answered.

"Lady, who do you think interviewed us for this session? Bingo, your husband!! You have to learn to loosen up and PUT OUT MORE OFTEN!!!"

And with that said the man talking to her grabbed her right breast and offered it to Richard.

"Here man. Take her tit and cum all over it," the guy told Richard.

"I would love to, but she won't get excited if I do. She will just watch me and then turn her head," he told the guy.

"What if you come on her tits and I come in her pussy? Do you think that would get her excited? Let's try," he suggested.

Richard started rubbing his cock manually, himself working himself up to climax. The guy was pulling out his cock and he brought it up to Augusta's lips.

"Spit on it for me will you babe," he asked her.

She pulled Dr. Ian's cock out of her mouth and spit on the guy's cock.

The guy took his cock, spread Augusta's thighs wide apart and proceded to penetrate her vagina. He got his cock halfway into her when.

"Awwww. Yeah, oooohhh, yessssss," Augusta exclaimed as the guy came inside her pussy.

"Gee, I guess your wife likes cum inside her pussy," the guy said.

"You heard what the man said. She likes CUM inside her pussy. GUYS START LINING UP," Richard instructed the remaining men.

"This bitch treats me like I don't even exist and then she barely knows Dr. Ian and she tolerates his cock in her mouth and a load of cum from a stanger in her pussy, but when I try to have sex with her she gives me the cold shoulder. So, she likes to act like a total WHORE! She is going to get treated like the WHORE she knows she is!!! We are just going to guide you along," Richard said outloud to everyone as he looked at Dr. Ian who winked towards the window.

Unbeknown to Augusta there was a hidden camera situated at the top of the window curtain that was taking pictures of the men, Augusta, Richard and Dr. Ian. Dr. Ian kept this type of recording to refresh his client's sexual progress and he meant to progress Augusta to her ultimate maximal slutty side of the personality. The side that Richard, his fraternity brother had begged Dr. Ian to commence with Augusta. 

Richard did not want to lose his wife to a lack of sexual desire. Richard had an idea that if his wife was made to feel relaxed she would enjoy sex with him and this sexual exercise would get her to feel sexually liberated.

Richard stood over Augusta, watching the next guy pump and climaxed inside her pussy. Dr. Ian told Augusta to open up her mouth and lick Richard's cock.

Augusta did as she was told and she began to moan in ectasty when Dr. Ian mounted her and plunged his cock into her pussy. Dr. Ian asked Richard to fuck Augusta' s pussy together with him, simultaneously. Richard again began to rub his cock, but more furiously as he wanted to climax inside Augusta' s pussy as Dr. Ian was climaxing inside her pussy.

Both Richard and Dr. Ian began a rhythmic pumping of Augusta's pussy, stretching it to maximum capacity as both Dr. Ian and Richard were at least 9 inches in lenght and at least 2 inches in width, penis sizewise. 

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," Augusta warned before she began to shudder and shake fully enveloped in her own powerful orgasm. She began to gyrate and rotate her hips.

"I want more and more cum in my pussy," she pleaded with Richard.

All the 9 men had lined up and took turns filling Augusta's pussy with their frothy cumshakes. The cum was now leaking out of her pussy and pooling onto the cream-colored couch.

Richard was so happy to see his wife climaxing that he happily obliged Augusta and took the elevator down to street level. He went to a nearby pub and recruited more men to fill his wife's pussy with thick milky manjuice.

Richard rounded up 5 guys.

Altogher that was 16 different sperm-types swimming deep inside Augusta's cervix at the end of the evening.

One by one the men fucked her pussy then came inside of her.

Richard was loving the site of his poor wife moaning in pleasures.

That wife of his did enjoy sex and now she would be hot for sex whenever he asked her to PUT OUT.

Of course, he would consult Dr. Ian who would provide the place and time and hopefully the other men to double penetrate Augusta's pussy and fill her to overflowing with cum.

Richard could not wait for another couch trip for Augusta. In fact, he decided to pencil Augusta in for another session next week.

Dr. Ian promised to have 30 men waiting to double penetrate Augusta's pussy. Dr. Ian also wanted to have Augusta moan out louder when Richard fucked her, privately at home so he decided to turn the recording of Augusta in full throes of orgasm to Richard.

Late one evening, Richard watched the recordings of Augusta being pumped, and fucked and creampied by the 15 other men and all the while that she was being fucked like the secret whore that she was she kept mouthing something over and over again.

Richard finally had to slow the recordings down and analyze them one at a time. 

He finally realized that she was mouthing, "You are making me cum Richard just by me looking at me."



Couched



She showed up for our study group having come from tennis practice. She was wearing her tennis outfit, and her long, tan legs looked amazing against her short, white tennis skirt. We were all in class together, and had a huge exam coming up in a couple days. We had blocked out this afternoon to get together and quiz each other relentlessly until we all had it down pat and would ace the exam.

As the afternoon progressed, we all began to make real progress- we were "getting it" and we were all encouraged that the exam was going to go really well for all of us. After about three hours, we found that we all had the answers down and could relax in confidence.

One of the other guys suggested that we celebrate with a couple drinks and watch some old movie together. We decided that sounded pretty good, and so a couple of us made a run over to the liquor store and brought home some tequila and mix to make margaritas. I got out the blender and made the first pitcher. We all kicked back and enjoyed the cool drinks, and the camaraderie of having accomplished some hard work day.

Before we knew it, it was way after dinner, and all of us realized we were very drunk and very hungry. We thought it best to order a couple pizzas delivered instead of trying to go out anywhere, so we called and had a couple brought by. We were all buzzing along pretty good, and enjoyed the chow. The margaritas were flowing and we were all pretty far gone. 

As the evening progressed, I suggested everyone just hang out and spend the night rather than trying to drive home, so that became the plan. After another hour or so, a couple of my friends passed out on the floor. We got a couple blankets and a couple pillows and tried to make them comfortable. One of the guys said he couldn't sleep on the floor, so he asked if he could crash on my bed. I said that was cool, and so he headed into the bedroom. That left her and I. I had been stretched out on the sofa, and she had been sitting on the floor next to me most of the past couple hours. The other gal was asleep in the recliner across from us. 

She got up, stretched like a cat, and said she needed to use my bathroom. After she returned, she came over to me and asked if she could sleep next to me on the sofa. I was dozing by then, and said that was fine. She layed down in front of me with her back against my chest. She smelled good, and I reached my arm over her shoulder and snuggled with her. The room was dark except for the TV and I was fading fast. It had been a good day.

But as I shifted slightly, she snuggled back against me, and I felt her tight ass press back against my cock. That felt good, and I immediately began to thicken and grow hard. This was going to be embarrassing, as we weren't even dating. She was just this great looking blonde in my class that I had invited to come over and study with a few of my buddies. I shifted a bit back again, and she moved to press up against me again. This time I knew she knew I was hard, and her moving back was no accident. She slowly began to move against me, rubbing her butt against my cock. She definitely knew what she was doing. I was wide awake now, and wondering where this was going. She reached back with her right hand and began to stroke my cock through my shorts. I was throbbing. She began to feel for my zipper, and slowly opened my fly and reached in. She opened my boxers and pulled my dick free, stroking it slowly from tip to base, gently squeezing my balls and driving me crazy. Just as I was about to grab her, the gal in the chair woke up and asked to use the bathroom. We both pretended to be pretty much asleep, but I told her where it was. As she got up to go, my couch mate leaned back against me to cover my naked cock, and pretended to be sleeping. When the other gal returned, she once again snuggled into the recliner, and after a few minutes we heard her breathing grow steady. That's when the hand returned to playing with my cock. I reached down and felt under the back of her tennis skirt, and discovered that her panties were not there. She had removed them earlier when she had used the bathroom. I began to slowly rub her ass and moved further down into her crack. I began to slowly stroke her pussy, back and forth, as she began to breathe raggedly. She was still reaching behind her and stroking me, matching my pace in her pussy. She was very wet, and hot, and as I lifted the rear hem of her skirt, she arched her back and rotated her pussy so it lined up just right with me. Then she grabbed my dick and pulled it into her pussy. Neither one of us said a word- we didn't want to awaken anyone else. I was buried deep inside her, and we barely moved, just enjoying the sensations. She squeezed her pussy tightly around my cock, and I knew this was going to be one of the good ones. She slowly released me and then squeezed again, moving very sensually, gripping and milking me. I was a throbbing piece of steel inside her. I know that sounds like a typical porn cliché, but I really felt like a throbbing piece of steel- my cock was harder than I had ever felt before. She continued her pussy strokes, as I tried to match her, without cumming too soon.

We were both very turned on, and totally exposed if anyone else woke up. It would have been pretty obvious that we were having sex, as the sofa was creaking softly as we continued to move against each other. Suddenly, she clamped down hard and I felt her whole body shiver. She gasped, but didn't say anything; just shivered for quite a while, then finally relaxed her body with a deep sigh. 

She looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, and whispered, "That was really, really good. Really good. Now, just fuck me fast and hard. It's your turn to cum!"

So, we did exactly that. She pushed back against me and squeezed hard, and I moved in and out of her pussy, faster and faster. She reached back and grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. I was pinching her nipple and pumping into her like a machine. She began to moan softly, then clamped down again on my dick, and started to shake. She was cumming again and this time I joined her. My balls tightened up and the cum shot out of me into her hot pussy. I spurted over and over, and my dick just stayed hard. I kept pumping into her and she came again, this time with even more of a gasp. I thought I would never stop; I can't remember coming like that, with spurt after spurt exploding out of me. 

Finally, we both were done, and started to come down from that climax. My dick, although still pretty hard, remained inside her pussy, as her breathing began to slow down. We fell asleep that way, with me still inside her.

Quite a while later, I awoke to feel her squeezing me with her pussy. I quickly grew hard again. She moved against me and we fucked fast. It only took a couple minutes and we both were over the top again, me spurting into her, and she shaking and milking my cock with her pussy. When we were done, we got up, went into the bathroom together, took a quick shower together, and then went out for an early cup of coffee, leaving the others still asleep- or so we thought. When we returned to my apartment later that day, there was a note on the coffee table, that read: "Next time, I want the couch! The chair was uncomfortable, but the show was amazing."



Couched On Her Terms



Katherine walked cautiously, hesitantly to Lee's apartment. She had climbed those stairs so many times in the past that she knew which were a little wobbly, which creaked more than the others, and that no matter how she tried to surprise him Lee would always be at the door before she knocked. She stood at the base of the cement steps this time in blank amazement because an intense fantasy of hers was about to be real, something so completely new to her that she barely could find words for what she felt. Tonight she would be a Domme.

She met Lee through some high school friends who had reunited through an Internet site, so the two of them had emailed a few months before they ever met. Without even knowing what he looked like, Katherine had known from Lee's emails that she wanted him as she had wanted no other. He wrote beautifully, with a rare spark and wit, and he was responsive to her in a fully direct yet appropriate, never presumptive, flirting style that aroused all her senses. Katherine had already fantasized about him, and had concluded that fantasy was all that would ever come of it since she had a husband to whom she was devoted, and Lee had a relationship, too. It didn't help that nearly a thousand miles were between their homes. 

Somehow, she managed to drive there for the first gathering of the couple dozen reunited friends, to be held in a cozy downtown pub. Somehow, it happened that Lee would drive her initially to meet some of the friends then on to the pub to see the whole gang. What happened between those two events changed her life. 

She had been prepared for Lee to plain looking or even much worse, but he was absolutely handsome and charming. Katherine couldn't hide her admiration of his looks, friendliness, conversational skills, breadth of knowledge, and the twinkle of sexual appetite in his eyes. Nearing forty, she was stunned to realize that when he looked directly at her she had to hide a blush, cover her willingness to be with him. She never once was sure if he found her attractive in "that" way or was just being pleasant. It was maddening, especially since Katherine's interest and excitement had peaked as it hadn't for a very long time.

Lee made some mention of needing to stop by a friend's house to get something, or do something, while the friend was away, so soon Katherine found herself alone with Lee in a small, comfortably romantic room. She wanted him so much but of course couldn't say so and besides felt rather foolish even admitting it to herself. Did she really jump when he offered to give her a back rub -- it felt like it, and did she even hesitate to remove her blouse? Regardless, quickly she was topless, face down on a cozy bed, with his warm, strong, knowing hands massaging her. She couldn't hide her increasing squirming and moans because his touch felt better than anything she could even remember. She didn't want to be "easy" yet here she was, only having met Lee a few hours earlier, and half naked, creaming for him. 

The teasing became worse when he asked her to turn over. Lee truly was being extremely polite and respectful of typical boundaries, so much a sincere gentleman that it was maddening -- she wanted him to value her as a person but also to ravish her. Eventually it was painfully apparent to both of them that Katherine was writhing in readiness, yet neither would take the leap across pretending it was "only a friendly backrub" to something much more. Katherine finally whispered a plea she hoped he wouldn't find offensive, "Please kiss me softly." 

Never before had a gentle kiss, touching only the far left side of her upper lip, electrify her entire body so much that it almost hurt. It sent her nearly to orgasm, restrained only by her desire not to go crazy from the surprise of the reaction and her all too obvious need for him. How fortunate for her that he had condoms with him because she doubted she would have been able to hold back even without them. That afternoon was terrifyingly delicious, erotically sensuous, and more orgasmic than she had ever been -- to an exponential degree. Thankfully, the pub that night was dimly lit and all her old and new friends were busy talking amongst themselves, too engrossed to notice her radiance from that glorious afternoon.

Whenever they could, whenever Katherine was in town, they were passionate lovers, exploring sex with each other in a truck, a redwood grove, slightly intoxicated, in bed, on a couch, against the kitchen counter, and everywhere possible. For Katherine it was always electrifying, not always as intense as that first kiss, that first afternoon, but usually.

They discovered a tendency for Lee to take charge and for Katherine to go along with it. They had been doing this for years before ever realizing that they were practicing dominance and submission. While neither had led a truly "vanilla" life, neither of them thought to apply BDSM terms to themselves. Once they did, Lee became more creative with his instructions to Katherine that increased both their desire and magnified their orgasms. He was surprised that if felt so good to be so completely in control of the sexual experience, that he never needed to ask her permission during sex because he knew, absolutely knew, that it was okay with her. In their long absences from each other, they had plenty of time to chat online about boundaries and what ways to stretch them through fantasy, but Lee continued to provide unique experiences every time, slight twists of the fantasies that kept her on her toes. He relished the sexual power he had over her, the delight of finding ever new ways to tease her and bring her dramatically to climax. After a while, just his words had the power to take her over the edge, even in plain text online chats, even without any physical stimulation except perhaps at the last minute when her overpowering climax would force her hands off the keyboard, throw her head back, cause her to moan and gasp, then leave her panting as she returned to the chat. His words plus his touch in person never ceased to thrill her, so it was insanely easy to give in to him. Submitting to Lee was the most natural thing in the world for Katherine, something she found intriguing since generally she sought more control during sex precisely because so many other men had just crudely taken her submission rather than asking for and cherishing it. 

Over time their online discussions grew to express more clearly why each enjoyed the submissiveness or the dominance, and they found similarities. Lee revealed that when he knew he could do whatever he wanted, he wanted to please Katherine all the more, entice her and thrill her more. Meanwhile, Katherine discussed that giving in didn't mean giving up, but rather the freedom to focus on her own pleasure and moreover on his, knowing that pleasing him made her feel even better. They soon added to their long-distance fantasies other partners, male and female, in any number, and all sorts of types of play. 

Perhaps it was inevitable then that Lee began to desire the experience of total submission and Katherine began to think about dominance. Lee had been somewhat submissive in other relationships, but Katherine had never before felt the permission to do just what gave her pleasure, to instruct another and know that it would honored, appreciated, welcomed, and that it would even heighten the satisfaction for both of them. She was incredulous when Lee said that he would submit to her as she had done for him; she really couldn't even imagine such a thing. How could it be that a handsome, professional, athletic, successful, witty, charming, erotic, sensitive, bright, masculine man, someone she fully desired and was grateful just to be with, that he would do whatever she wanted? Certainly her husband didn't do that for her, nor had anyone else. Did she have what it took to be in control? Would he really find her ideas exciting, or was it just something that sounded good online but would never work for real?

So Katherine took the chance and wrote several ideas, pieces of scenes, possibilities, and shared them with Lee. He really did find them exciting! She was used to calling him Sir in her submissive times, and he volunteered to call her Ma'am, but how would a gentle Domme address her sub? Amazing to her, this man who had enraptured her from the first day, agreed to be called Angel, a term neither had been called or used with another. All she had to do was to ask him to be her angel and he could answer yes or no ... and he wanted to say yes.

With one foot on the first stair to Lee's apartment, all of this flashed before her. She could continue in a submissive role with him, or she could also take charge in a new way. What a scary realization for a meek housewife, so submissive all the time to her husband, and yet here she could have for a few hours whatever she wanted. Whatever gives me pleasure will make him happy? It seemed so counter-intuitive, against all she had been taught, but the more she thought of Lee and forgot everyone else it all became clear. With certainty now, newfound assurance, Katherine proudly claimed the stairs as her own, nearly stomping her way up them to undeniably announce her presence.

He had left the main door open, but the screen door was closed. She had no need to knock because Lee was standing at the ready, hand on the door handle when he saw her. A new smile came to both of them and grew to be huge grins by the time Katherine was inside and Lee had closed the screen door behind her. She closed and locked the other door then stood still for a moment, looking directly in his eyes, searching him for any doubt, any fear, and sweeping away within herself any last thoughts of being undeserving of such pleasure. Now, she said to herself, this fantasy begins. 

Without any warning, Katherine slammed Lee against the nearest wall. Her petite body took him by surprise but certainly didn't physically overpower his larger, much stronger frame, yet he offered no resistance. Her full body pressed against his, she grabbed his wrists, pinned them to the wall, and kissed him on the mouth hungrily, roughly. Squirming against him, she already knew she was wet and hot for him, and she was thrilled to feel his hardness growing against her ever-moving body. Even though convinced this next step was only a formality, Katherine still found in her voice and attitude a strange combination of timidity and aggressiveness when she asked, "Will you be my angel tonight?" Just like the first kiss he gave her, his response, a quiet, solid, willing "Yes Ma'am," sent shivers through her, seeking out her crotch for an unexpected and instantaneous blasting orgasm. 

Luckily, among his many talents, Lee was a great cook, or so she'd been told by his friends. She had hinted that she might ask him to make something for her, so the moment she recovered from her climax she pushed back away from his eager body and calmly said with a pleased smile, "Angel, please get me something to drink and a snack, and get enough for you, too." Even as a Domme she could not be demanding or rude -- that was not her at all, but she would become more assertive. Just then, however, she frankly needed Lee to do something, anything, to give her a chance to regain her breath, focus her thoughts. 

Lee brought out fresh, home-brewed beer and glasses on a tray with a small plate of appetizers. He waited till she looked up from the couch, granting permission in her glance, before he set it on the coffee table and served her, kneeling to do so. His smile evoked one from Katherine, along with a sincere "thank you." She sipped the beer slowly as he stood there watching; she commented on it, asking him how he made it and to describe the appetizers. She played with the foam on her lips while he talked, sometimes dipping her finger into the dark liquid then licking or sucking it off, never letting his eyes leave hers. 

She instructed her angel to change into loose shorts with a zippered front and no underwear. When he returned, and she had nodded approval, she told him to sit beside her. They talked casually during this light meal, as friends, but sometimes Katherine reached over to grab his hand, to dip one of his fingers into her drink, and she'd suck it. Or she'd lick the foam off his lips. At times she told him to feed her the delicacies he prepared, savoring the tasty food and the even tastier dish who was serving her. It was too irresistible not to kiss his neck while he talked, or to lightly caress his chest, tweaking his nipples between her fingertips.

The simple meal over, he cleared the dishes without being told and quickly washed the dishes. Katherine had stretched out to rest for a bit, but when he returned to the room she sat up, hungry now for more. Holding his gaze for several seconds, she simply said, "Slowly undress me." His eyes lit up and he almost trembled as he knelt beside her, suddenly feeling a bit clumsy and unsure. Her hand rested on his arm or stroked his chin to provide the reassurance he needed, plus she corrected him with "a little slower" and "no, don't touch me yet." He first unlaced her shoes enough that they slid off easily, then he rolled down her socks, being careful to avoid any skin contact. He neatly folded her socks, placed them on her shoes, and set them an arm's length away. She directed him next to her blouse, which he gently untucked from her jeans before unbuttoning. Obedient yet pushing the limits slightly, he allowed his breath to touch her skin, blowing lightly on her chest, perky bra-less tits, and trim waist as he revealed each area. Sliding the blouse over her shoulders, he took extra time and caressed her with his eyes, and for just a brief second he restricted her arms as he often had done as a Dom, his eyes flashing from the memories. 

With her not-so-subtle cough to refocus him, he finished removing her blouse and folded it. For her jeans, he exquisitely unbuttoned and unzipped them, keeping his face very close to breathe in her scent and to caress her again with his hot breath. Unzipping farther he discovered that she wore no panties and was very closely trimmed. She wiggled out of the pants that he tenderly folded and placed under the blouse. Totally nude now, she told him to lay out a small blanket on the couch then to stand a short distance away from one end of the couch. Her feet to that end, she reclined, wriggled around enjoying the softness of the fleece against her soft skin, then settled into a comfortable position on her back. Apparently ignoring him, but naturally thinking of no one but him, she began to caress her entire body: face, hair, neck, arms, breasts, stomach, legs, and finally her pussy. All the while she described how good it felt to touch herself with him watching, standing by so ready and available, but waiting for her. She pinched her nipples and rubbed around her clit, sometimes sucked her finger glistening from her own juices, then plunged one or two fingers deep inside her. Knowing he was there watching and hungry for her, she came easily, quickly, moaning his name as she did.

She called her to him, and from a sitting position she had her face conveniently at his crotch height. Still purring softly from her orgasm, she told him to clasp his hands behind his back while she unzipped his shorts, and immediately began to suck on his hard cock. She licked from the base to the tip repeatedly, swirled her tongue all around the tip before taking him deep in her mouth, her throat resisting despite her tongue and lips loving it all. He never moved his hands or body, which delighted her, all the more because his groans betrayed his need even more than his cock's pre-cum. Just as abruptly as she started, she stopped and zipped up his shorts, taking a moment to nuzzle her face against his hardness poking more urgently against the fabric of his shorts. With his hands still behind his back, she stood up and slowly caressed him as if for the first time, rubbed her naked body against his, her erect, full nipples grazing against his skin wherever they could. In many ways it was the first time she touched him, like this anyway; and she wanted this time to last, to learn him intimately in this new way. Her fingers, body, and lips explored every part of his chest, back and waist; she ran her fingernails up his thighs, rubbed her wet crotch against his clasped hands, and toyed with his hair between her fingers.

She then sat back on the couch and admired his body with her eyes, remembering and relating ways that each part excited her. Reclining again, she asked him to describe in juicy detail one of his fantasies, as a Dom or sub, with her or with someone else, but the detail was the key; exciting her was the goal. He did so with his usual expressive words and a new tone of voice, eager to please, to pounce, but willing to wait. 

Part way through his effective fantasy, there was a knock on the front door, and panic shot through his face. Had they been discovered? She adamantly told him to answer the door, making only a minor attempt to cover her nudity. He had no choice but to answer the door with his quite evident erection, doing what he could to make it less obvious. It was their mutual friend, Kyle, who they had chosen at times as an extra player in their online fantasies, unbeknownst to Kyle. He said, "Katherine asked me to visit you at exactly this time, but beats me why." Lee ushered him in, smiling as he suspected the reason. 

Katherine had the essential portions of her anatomy covered but was obviously nude under the blanket, wrapped almost randomly around her. She thanked a very surprised Kyle for coming over so punctually, asked him to sit beside her, then winked at Lee saying "please start where you left off in your story." With a "yes, Ma'am" he stood where he had been, clasped his hands behind his back, and continued his highly erotic narrative. Kyle was naturally confused but amused. Katherine moved closer to him, uncovering her breasts as she did so, and while listening attentively to the story, she began to very lightly touch Kyle's knee and thigh. He sat frozen, utterly unsure of what was going on, why one of his closest friends was behaving so oddly and why Katherine, who he thought Lee only knew casually as he did, was in Lee's apartment, nude, apparently seducing them.

Katherine's hand explored further up his thigh before she turned to look in his eyes, trying to convey the scenario wordlessly. He may not have understood all of it, but he quickly got the gist, especially when Katherine stroked his chin, directed his mouth toward hers, and passionately kissed him just as her hand reached his crotch. Soon he was aroused plus assured by her actions that this was not all a big tease or joke. She stood up before him, displaying her full frontal nudity to Kyle while Lee saw her back, trim waist, shapely ass, and flexible legs. 

She let them both look all they wanted, then she walked over to her Angel and whispered how hot he was making her, how proud she was of what he was doing for her, and moreover how much she was going to enjoy all that would follow. She reached around his waist, grabbed his hands and placed them on her lower back just above her ass, before wrapping her arms around his neck, standing on tip toes, and kissing him passionately. In that kiss was more than simple passion and appreciation but also the deep love she had for him that intensified the lust growing in her. Without thinking she wrapped one leg around his waist, so Lee grabbed her ass and lifted her up so both legs were wrapped around him. This placed her hot, wet pussy against his crotch, and gave Kyle a completely unrestricted view of Katherine's most sexual areas. With Lee's help, she humped herself against his hardness and came quickly, requiring Lee to support her completely for a moment after she went limp from the release. 




Couched On Her Terms



She eased herself down to the floor, took his hands in hers for a moment, then placed them again behind his back. With a wink, she returned to Kyle who was getting quite excited. She asked Lee to continue with his fantasy, or to start another if he wished, then quickly sat on Kyle's lap, facing him. She leaned forward to kiss him, giving Lee the open ass view this time, and placed Kyle's hands upon her waist. At first he was still hesitant to act, but when she soon moved one of his hands to her breasts he discarded his inhibitions, then gently but passionately consumed her body with his fingers. He reached under her ass to pull her closer to him, so now her hot pussy was against his stomach, her legs folded on either side of his waist. He entwined her hair at the back of her head between his fingers and pulled her into a deep kiss. Their lips and tongues explored unknown territory, his fingers sought her pussy from behind, and he finger-fucked her into a raging orgasm. Lee's sweet voice had grown more husky as he described a fantasy that sounded increasingly like what he was seeing. 

Katherine sat back on Kyle's lap, closer to his knees, to regain her breath, and she asked him to more gently caress her body. When he began she invited Lee over to do the same, to caress her wherever and in whatever way he thought would please her most. He ceased his narrative and immediately knelt behind her, letting her lean back against him as she enjoyed being erotically caressed by two gorgeous men. The sensation of four large, strong hands all over her nearly overwhelmed her, but both men were skilled lovers so they took care to synchronize their movements to increase her passion, but not too quickly or too intensely. Lee often kissed her neck, sometimes wrapped his fingers around a bunch of her hair at the nape of the neck, and pulled her head back to kiss her mouth. Kyle frequently leaned forward to lick and suck her breasts, biting suddenly to hear her squeal then following it with a shower of kisses while he caressed her trimmed pussy with the lightest of teasing touches. 

Just before the orgasm that would take away her ability to think clearly for a while, Katherine asked both men to stop for a moment so she could lie down. They kneeled beside her small, ignited frame displayed before them like a buffet. In a whisper of part instruction, part supplication, she breathed, "Please me." Both men amply did so, and with their broad hands constantly moving, though slowly and lightly, and their lips, tongues and breath raining on her, it felt to her as if her whole body was swallowed up in their touch. Lee started by sucking on her toes while giving her a foot massage, and Kyle's hunger lead his tongue from her mouth, down her neck, around her nipples, zigzagging all over her stomach, then alighting upon the top of her pussy, along the barely-there hairlines. She tried to move her hips to get his lips and tongue on her clit, but he used his hands to keep her pressed in place during the continuing thrilling torment. Lee caressed and licked his way up her calves, giving extra attention to that often overlooked area behind the knees, before continuing with little nips and licks up the inner thighs. Kyle placed one hand gently but firmly just below her belly button, then with the other lifted each arm in turn so he could lick and suck each finger, including between them, and tantalize the palms with his lips and tongue. 

They had kept her infinitely close to orgasm but not quite to it, so Katherine was barely able to keep her body from thrashing about in her aching need. All the more maddening was when both men stopped at the same moment, completely stopped everything, even breathing, or so it seemed. They shifted around slightly, caught her imploring gaze, then Lee very slowly pushed her knees up to her chest, somewhat spread apart, and each man secured a leg in that position with his hand. Fully revealed to them, they admired her pussy and ass, Lee telling Kyle what specifically, in the same degree of detail he had done with the fantasy narrative, he had done when licking or fucking her to get her to top orgasms. Those memories enflamed Katherine all the more until she was feeling red hot and dripping for touch. They teased further by debating what they should do and in what order, and this time when she squirmed too much one of them would use his free hand to soundly spank her, usually on her ass cheeks, but occasionally farther down or right on her pussy. For a moment that would calm her, but the passion would return multiplied. Clearly, they knew how to please her as she had asked. 

After an eternity to Katherine, the men began to soothe her needs by almost tickling her ass and pussy with their fingers. Next they altered the touch into more of a caress while they each kissed and licked all over an inner thigh. Their lips and tongues took alternating turns along the thigh and around her pussy and ass. She was nearly screaming for penetration but so far not even a tongue had gotten directly on her clit or inside her. That changed when both hands pressed down harder on her pinned legs, separating them further, and a finger shot completely inside her wetness. It probed her for only a few moments of beginning orgasm when a tongue was pressed flat on her pussy lips and directly over her clit. A hand spanked her once quite hard, and in that gasp for air, the finger inside her suddenly withdrew, was replaced by another, and the first plunged deep in her ass. 

It was impossible for Katherine to know where one orgasm ended, if ever, and another began. The tongue on her pussy continued soft but persistent licking while another began to lick the hot redness from the spanks, calming them yet increasing the passion with the loving gesture. In both her ass and pussy, the single finger became two, both sets thrusting gently in coordination with each other, both speeding up to lightning fast or slowing to nearly immobile. The fingers often wiggled independent of each other while thrusting, causing Katherine's eyes to haze over and her mind to nearly lose the ability to think coherently at all, feeling only sensual bliss as never before. Carefully the two fingers became three, then amazingly four large male fingers thrust into her pussy and in her ass, all the while tongues and lips were exploring and enticing wherever they could reach. 

Katherine fully expected to faint from pure ecstasy, but just before she was certain she would have lost consciousness, the men stopped licking, stopped moving their fingers, and slowly pulled them out. They released her legs and straightened them out, allowing her to rest while they washed up. When she was able to open her eyes and see clearly, Katherine saw that both Lee and Kyle were naked and incredibly aroused. Kyle sat on the couch then invited her to once again sit on his lap facing him. His burning erection against their bellies, they held each other and kissed. She sat up when he pushed her away slightly, and when their eyes met he told her how incredibly thrilled he was that she had included him in her fantasy. He kissed her again briefly, as lovers not just sex partners, then asked her to turn around. Now facing Lee, she heard Kyle get a condom and slip it on. They grinned at each other, knowing that they had fantasized this next part so many times and it was finally happening. 

When Kyle was ready, Katherine eased herself onto him, taking her time to enjoy the sensation of this new cock inside her, filling her. Even before completely impaled, Lee stood close to her and offered her his cock, which she greedily caressed, sucked, and licked, fondling him everywhere. Kyle began to thrust slowly then with increasing speed, holding her ass in his hands to help control the movement and to better see his cock escaping into her tightness. Katherine was thrilled to have this fantasy for real, one cock filling her pussy and another filling her mouth. She loved being entered like this, four hands still finding ways to touch her, caress her. She wanted this to continue, to have it every day; it was too good to be true and yet it was real, all of it.

But then Kyle used his hands to prevent her from moving her hips, and Lee pulled back. He held her hands and pulled her off Kyle. It seemed unfair -- this was her fantasy so why were they ruining it intentionally? She didn't have much time to worry because soon Kyle was standing, had removed the condom, and held her hands. Lee sat on the couch and she heard another condom being opened and slipped on. It was simply a rearrangement, not an ending. She wanted to suck Kyle from there but he kept her at a distance until Lee said he was ready. When she sat on his lap, she was surprised but thrilled that he had lubed the condom and was therefore able to gently and easily enter her four-finger-fucked ass. This was too fantastic, another fantasy come true. Once she was fully impaled and had begun squirming in delight of being so filled, Kyle approached her with his ready-to-come cock. She sucked it in deep, as far as she could, barely noticing how she caressed him or where she licked, just wanting as much cock in her mouth as possible while another cock wonderfully fucked her ass. Even if she could have spoken she wouldn't have known which name to call out since both men filled her so completely, so personally. By his breathing, incredibly huskier with more frequent moans, she well knew that Lee was nearing orgasm. Kyle, too, seemed to be even bigger in her mouth, more insistent. 

Unexpectedly, Katherine felt Lee's palm cup her clit and his middle finger plunged into her pussy. She had thought herself beyond orgasms so soon, yet she exploded from the sensations everywhere. Her body convulsed causing her hips to jump and bounce on Lee's cock in her ass, and her gasps of passion sucked Kyle's cock even deeper into her mouth, and it felt so incredibly great. Her orgasm triggered Kyle's, and while she joyfully struggled to swallow all his cum while coming herself, Lee saw her take all of Kyle as she had done for him. He grabbed her hips harder and slammed into her as he came, sending her into another wave of pleasure. 

Katherine continued to suck Kyle, ever more gently and slowly, long he came, and she wiggled around on Lee's surprisingly post-orgasm hardness for as long as he let her. It may have been several minutes later but it seemed all too soon when Kyle pulled back and Lee pushed her off of him. The momentary sense of loss was quickly replaced by the glow of a permanent memory, knowing she had had so many fantasies fulfilled that night. With happy, well-earned weariness, they all cleaned up and dressed, then toasted their evening with a shared home-brewed beer. 

Wanting to keep her memory of this night in all its intensity, Katherine soon said her goodbyes with a kiss and a wink to Kyle and mostly to Lee, then descended the stairs. By the time she reached the bottom step she knew she was a new woman.



Couchette



After I obtained my degree I decided to take a holiday before starting work. I had a job lined up but the company was in the process of shifting their offices, and I wouldn't actually start until the move had been completed. This gave me a month in which to bum around and I thought that it would be the ideal time to visit Europe.

With blessings from my parents (and a nice little cheque, thank you Dad) I set sail for foreign shores. Took wing, really, as I flew over. Sailing would have taken ages. I landed at Heathrow in England and started exploring. I intended to spend only a few days in each country, with France my next point of call. I wanted to go under the English Channel. Did you know that the tunnel is over thirty miles long? That's a fair way to be underground.

After the experience of going through the tunnel, France itself was a bit of a letdown. The place is nice, with plenty of history, but I found the people rather supercilious, wanting my money but not really wanting to supply service with a smile. As far as I was concerned two days there was plenty. 

Another thing I wanted to experience while in Europe was the overnight trains. I think it's cool that you can get in a train, have a good night's sleep, and wake up three countries away from your starting point. I went on down to the Eurorail offices to arrange for a trip.

I promptly hit a snag getting onto that night's train. I, naturally enough, wanted to make sure I was in an all women couchette. There were no vacancies in the women only couchettes. There were some vacancies in the mixed six people couchettes. Mind you, being Paris, I couldn't be sure if this was just the typical Parisian attitude of hinder the tourist or a genuine fact. Not that it really mattered. If I wanted to catch that train it would be in a shared couchette.

"There is no need to worry about it, mademoiselle," I was assured. "It is true that in the single sex couchettes one changes into night clothes, but the mixed couchettes are larger, sleeping six, and the passengers do not change into nightwear. 

"What you have on," the swine told me, giving me a very nasty once over, "is quite reasonable for nightwear." 

I was wearing a very nice slacks suit at the time. The way he looked at me you'd think I was wearing baggy old flannelette pyjamas. They have the oddest notion about what is suitable female clothing here, although the women do look quite chic. I'd picked up several nice items while shopping.

Resignedly I booked into a shared couchette. Sharing the night with five strangers was not my idea of ideal but it would be an experience. I'd just have to hope that they didn't snore.

When I boarded I was pleased to find that there were mainly women in the couchette. Four, including me, with the two men being a couple of American sailors who were travelling to Germany for some reason. Everyone seemed quite cheerful. It can be the pits travelling with someone who's a grouch. Seeing that we were going to be spending the night together I made an effort to be friendly with everyone.

When we pulled in to Metz we were advised to get a meal there. The train would be there for half an hour. Being hungry I took the advice and was soon in the station diner trying out their menu. When I got back to the couchette the seats had been transformed into bunks. I just sat on the one allocated to me, not wanting to lie down yet. Shortly afterwards the two sailors rolled up and sat on their bunks.

I was still waiting for the other women to appear when the train whistle sounded and the train started moving. I looked at the three vacant bunks and must have seemed a bit startled as one of the sailors spoke up.

"The ladies were only going to Metz," he said. "That's why they're not on board."

So just like that I found I was spending the night alone with two men. At least, the couchette was fitted with a signal so I could page the conductor if required. It was already into the evening. I decided to just lie down and see if I could go to sleep.

I couldn't really get to sleep. I was lying there, just feeling drowsy, hearing the low tones of the sailors as they talked to each other, keeping their voices down out of consideration to me. After a while the lights went out, the sailors shut up and I finally nodded off.

I was woken up a very short time later to find the lights on and the sailors standing next to my bunk. Seeing that I was awake one of them spoke.

"Um, I'm Tom," he told me. "This is Angus."

My immediate thought was who the hell would call their child Angus? That was a Scottish name, not American. That thought went by the way when Tom kept on speaking.

"We're bored and not really tired yet so we thought we'd get in some nice healthy exercise before we went to bed. Are you game?"

What? Was he asking if they could have sex with me? He was, I was sure of it. I shook my head.

"No. Thank you, but no thanks." 

"Pity. We were only offering out of politeness," Tom said, and although he appeared to have a nice friendly smile it didn't comfort me.

"What do you mean?"

"Just that you're going to help us exercise, willing or not," I was calmly informed.

Ye gods. He was serious. He was casually telling me that they were going to rape me. No way was I going to let that happen.

"If you lay so much as one finger on me I will scream," I told them. "People will come running and you'll be arrested."

"If you scream we will tell the conductor that you tried to shake us down and screamed when we wouldn't pay you," came the reply. "The result will be that all three of us will be turned over to the police to let them sort it out. We're now in Germany and the German police are very thorough. They will probably keep the three of us locked up for three or four days while they try to sort it out, but in the end it will be our word against yours. Two witnesses will beat one."

The pair of them stood there watching me as I ran that through my mind. What he said made a horrible kind of sense. It would only be my word against theirs and we could easily find ourselves held by the police for days before it was sorted out. 

"I see that you're getting the idea," said Tom, smirking at me. "Feel free to struggle while we undress you, but do try to keep the noise down. We don't want to wake up our neighbours."

With that comment Tom grabbed my leg, pulled off my shoe, and stepped back again. I'm like, "Say, what?" when Angus pounced on my other leg, took off my other shoe and then he stepped back.

"What the hell are you two doing?" I asked.

"Strip roulette," said Tom.

"What?" What the hell was strip roulette?

"We take it in turns to remove an item of clothing," Tom explained. "The person who takes off the last item wins and has first turn. You can probably work out which of us that will be, but don't tell us. We'll find out soon enough."

With that he pounced again, this time undoing my slacks and pulling them off. I wasn't letting him do it. I was wriggling and hitting and trying to kick, but the big goon held me easily while he unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled them down and off. 

That's the way it went. They didn't try to rip the clothes off me. It seemed to be a point of honour that each item should be properly undone and taken off without any damage. Not that that helped me. My clothes were still coming off. It was Tom who finally peeled my panties off, which I'd known was coming as soon as he'd explained the rules. 

Now that I was naked Tom started peeling off. It was obvious that he was ready for action. Way too obvious in my opinion.

"Would you like Angus to hold you down while I take you?" Tom asked.

"Why would I want Angus to hold me down?"

"That way you can pretend that you're an unwilling victim," Tom says.

Pretend? I was an unwilling victim and he fucking knew it. I'd made it plain enough. I glared daggers at him, hoping that he'd shrivel up and die. No such luck. He just laughed at me.

"OK," said Tom. "Roll over onto your hands and knees. Let's get this show on the road."

Crunch time. Do I continue to fight or do I yield? Fighting wouldn't really get me anything but a minor satisfaction, as they were going to be able to hold me down quite easily. Still, a minor satisfaction was better than none. Right?

Wrong. Tom sensed that I was getting ready to try to fight him off and got in first.

"If you try and struggle, I'm very much afraid I would have to spank you," he said softly. "Now you don't want that, do you?"

Looking at the muscles on him I decided no, I did not want that. One spank from that great paw of his and he'd probably knock my bottom clean off. Swearing softly I rolled over onto hands and knees. (I didn't know I knew so many swear words. Maybe I was reading Tom's mind and using a sailor's vocabulary.)

One thing I found was to my advantage, in an irritating sort of way. Having the two men slowly strip me, helpless to stop them and knowing what was coming once I was naked, had got me aroused. I was wet and would probably have no problems accommodating Tom, apart from the fact that I didn't want to. So there I was, on hands and knees, feeling Tom settling onto the bunk behind me.

Good god above, it was fortunate I was already wet and aroused. Tom came plunging into me as though he'd spent half an hour arousing me and I was crying out for relief. He just drove home, with me giving a startled yelp, finding that I was indeed able to accommodate him and, fortunately, able to do it fast.

I was half stunned at the speed of Tom's attack, and he didn't slow down at all. The man had no finesse. Probably didn't even understand the meaning of the word. He was all go, go, go, driving into me as hard as he could go.

In self-defence I was trying to meet his thrusting organ, lifting my hips and pushing back against him, gasping with the shock of what was happening. In a strange kind of way the whole thing was arousing, me helpless and being thoroughly ravished, with no say in the matter at all.

I was vaguely conscious of Angus standing next to the bunk, watching the action while he waited for his turn. I flicked a glance at him and promptly wished I hadn't.

When I'd first seen the two sailors I'd noticed Tom more than Angus. Tom was pushy while Angus held back a little. When they were undressing me I'd noticed that Angus was large and seemed to be able to handle me far more easily than Tom did. Looking at him now I noticed two other things about Angus.

He was covered in fur and looked like a shaggy rug. He was also very large, both in stature and in equipment. He was large enough that I was grateful that Tom, for all his lack of finesse, was going first. Even going second I was wondering if Angus would split me in half. 

Tom was still pounding into me, going hell for leather. The best I can say for it was that it was interesting. A new experience. Yes, he was arousing me, but very slowly compared to the amount of effort he was putting into his work. I had a very nasty feeling that Tom was not going to bring me to a climax, no matter how long he laboured.

Don't you just hate it when you're right and you don't want to be right? I was warming up nicely, if crudely, when Tom gave a gasp and let fly, his run over and he was spent. Me, I was warmed up and that was all.

Then Angus was there. He wiped me down and reassured me that all would be well. If being ravished by a second man means that all's well. He flipped me over onto my back and lifted my legs high and wide so I was almost looking at myself.

"Don't worry, lass," he said. "I know your problem and I'm going to attend to it."

My main problem was that I was too small to punch Tom on the nose and break it, but I don't think that was what Angus was referring to. Whether the fact that I hadn't climaxed under Tom's gentle administrations was a problem is a debatable point, but I assume that was what Angus was referring to.

I was looking down at my pussy and Angus's organ hovering next to it and thanking god that Tom had at least stretched me somewhat. Then Angus was pressing forward. I watched with a sort of fascinated horror as he slowly sank into me. He wasn't in a hurry, just easing slowly in, filling me, stretching me even more, and then filling me some more. If I hadn't seen the damn thing sinking into me I'd never have believed that I could take him.

Angus finally settled down upon me, his shaft absolutely nailing me to the bunk. Then he started work. While I watched he pulled out, just as slowly as he'd pushed in in the first place, then he was again sinking into me. 

Talk about yin yang. Tom was all haste and power. Angus had the power but he was all about leisurely gentleness, taking his time as he sank into me again and again. His slow movements were adding their own polish to the arousal that Tom had started, but the increments were tiny. Well, not really that tiny, I guess, as there was a lot of him adding those little increments. So much of him that they were adding up quite fast.

In no time flat I was breathing hard, a lovely arousal floating through me. Excitement was building and I knew that this time I'd climax. It was just going to be a case of wait a while and when Angus got going I'd go off with no problems. Something good was going to come from this unfortunate incident.

It turned out that I had another problem to surmount first. Angus had no intention of getting going, apparently quite happy to continue his leisurely thrusting, enjoying the feel of his cock in me. He just kept on going, and going, and going, slowly driving in and slowly retreating and slowly driving me wild.

"An hour," said Tom, speaking out of the blue.

"What?" I asked puzzled and momentarily distracted from Angus's careful ravishment.

"He can keep that pace up for about an hour," Tom elaborated. "We timed him once."

An hour of this? I'd die. I was already uncomfortably close to a climax, my whole body feeling wound tight. If something didn't give soon I'd just break into pieces.

Not that Angus seemed to be worried about my plight. He just kept on going, driving in, pulling out, driving in again.

I was goading him now, trying to get him to move faster. I'd managed to wrap my legs around him and was trying to pull him in while I pushed up against him, but the man was built like a gorilla and just as strong. We were doing this at his speed and if I didn't like it, bad luck, but that's how it was going to be.

He didn't take an hour but he certainly took too long. I was almost in tears with desperate need when Angus finally started to drive home more solidly. He pulled back in his usual slow fashion, paused, then drove home hard and fast and I climaxed with a shriek. I just shuddered and clung to him and my climax seemed to just go on and on while I could feel Angus letting loose inside me. 

I was done and gone. I was aware that Angus was no longer on me, but I felt completely boneless, unable to move. Someone turned the lights off and I just fell asleep.

When I woke up I was still lying naked on top of the bunk. Tom and Angus weren't there. Fortunately the door was locked. Imagine someone coming in and catching me like that. I very hastily dressed. 

I was at least able to scratch sleeper train journey off my list of things to do. And I made a note that I'd never be caught dead in a train. If I have to commute I'll take a bus.