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Michael Ch. 01

By: discreetboy2004



This is a true story about one of my experiences. As usual I changed people's names for their own privacy. I know it starts out a big slow, but just wait and see. XXXOOO Alissa.



It was the late 90's and I was living in the East Bay area of Northern California in a medium sized city called San Leandro. I was in probably the best shape of my life, which ironically was due to my lack of money at the time. Although I had a full time job I didn't make very much per hour so I was forced to eat quite sensibly and I ran almost everywhere because I didn't own a car. 

I should start by telling you that I actually did quite good with the ladies. In fact I had more female bedroom guests than all three of my roomate's combined, except of course for the one roomate who had a live-in girlfriend. If you were to see me on the street you see an attractive, in-shape, heterosexual male. The purpose of this story is to tell you that looks can be deceiving.

The gym was also an excellent cover story for why I shaved my body on a daily basis. Many of the other employees and members would shave or wax their bodies in order to show off the muscular definition they worked so hard to achieve. As for me I wasn't what you would call heavily muscled, but I was in pretty good shape. I was moderately tall , (5'11"), and about 180 pounds. I had a nice sleek physique with flat defined abs, nice muscular legs and a bubble butt from my hours of running. Combine this with my completely smooth body and you had a recipe for some very kinky playtime.

I suppose this is as good a time as any to mention that I was also an avid lifelong crossdresser. I started at a young age trying on my moms clothes and lingerie. I suppose the fact that she was a biker chick and had plentry of trashy outfits was quite a bonus in this area. I even used to dabble in playing with her collection of sex toys, but that is a different story for another day.

Every so often throughout my life I would get the uncontrollable, (literally once the idea got in my head it was all encompassing), urge to dress up in sexy women's clothes for sexual gratification. As I got older my fantasies when dressed would steer more and more to the idea of getting fucked by another man. Soon enough it was the only thing I could think about when I was dressed enfemme. My intent in chronicling this story is to tell you about one of these events, (one of many), and hopefully provide you with some sexy reading.

Anyways back to my story. I definitely wasn't what you would call passable, but when I was done up in full make up, wig and my sluttiest outfit I was definitely hot. Don't get me wrong, I didn't just look like a guy wearing a dress either....lol.

Fortunately for me San Leandro was a lower middle class city with lots of Hispanic and black citizens. The local women's clothing stores catered to this demographic by selling lots of tight pants, short skirts, slutty shoes and skimpy lingerie at a reasonable price. 

When I had a little money and the urge overtook me I would wander into these stores in guy mode and shop for the trashiest outfits I could find. When I say "urge" it was actually much closer to a compulsion. If any of you have ever crossdressed then you probably know what I'm talking about. 

My heart raced in my chest and I got an incredible thrill from wandering through a womans clothing store, looking through the racks of delicious feminine clothing. I knew it was obvious I was alone and I enjoyed the stares of the sales girls as I held skimpy outfits up to my torso to judge if they would fit me. 

I would even wander in to PAYLESS shoes and try on the latest women's shoes. It was an incredible thrill putting on a pair of sexy high heels or knee high womans boots dressed entirely as a man. My cock would be hard as a rock and leaking precum as I stood in the aisle wondering if someone was going to walk around the corner and see me. 

Of course the biggest thrill came when I actually brought my purchases up to the register to pay. The sales girls had mixed reactions. Some would shake their heads in disgust, some would smile uncomfortably and some.....would grin knowingly. Either way it made my blood pound in my veins and my cock harder than spring steel to know that they knew these slutty clothes were for me. 

I would dress as often as I could which was 2-3 times a week as I had roomates. Once dressed I would cruise the YAHOO chartrooms for local men. At that time YAHOO allowed user created chartrooms and it was actually quite easy to find a local chat partner. Most often we would cyber which always ended with my Cummings into the palm of my hand and coating my freshly painted fingernails.

Other times I would chat hoping to find a local guy willing to host for some in-person play time. It was one of these times that I started chatting with Michael. He was very sweet as we chatted and quite honest about himself. He told me that he was 30 years old, ( I was 27 at the time), he was black, and he was on parole for drug sales. Being a white guy who had never touched more than a little weed as a kid that honestly kind of scared me.

Michael and I, (Alissa my female name), chatted on-line for about a week straight. I admitted to him that I was a bit scared to meet up with a black thug when I would be so obviously vulnerable, (being a boy dressed up in slutty female clothing), and unable to defend myself if things were to turn out bad. Michael was very reassuring and genuinely nice. He told me that he had never been with a guy before but really wanted to meet me after seeing the pictures that I emailed to him. Michael told me that although he was straight and did not consider me to be female, he wanted to know what it was like to feminize a white boy for his pleasure. Little did he know that that was exactly what I was interested in too.

For many CD's, TV's, TS's it's all about becoming female in the eyes of their lovers, even if it's just for a short time. For me it was never about that. I never considered myself to be female, although I did my best to look and act feminine. For me the thrill was highest when my lover and I both acknowledged my masculinity, then did our best to destroy it. In other words I loved being a boy, dressed like a sexy slut who willingly gave up their manhood to another stronger, more dominant man.

After a week of reassurances and dirty chat with Michael I finally agreed to meet him. I have to admit the pictures of his large black cock he sent me had me more than a little excited and nervous. 

The day arrived and I thanked my lucky stars for two things, 1) my roomates weren't home and 2) one of them lent my their car for the day. Going out in public dressed enfemme was always a special thrill for me. I truly enjoyed the looks of shock, disgust and sometimes even lust that I received. As I stated before, I knew I didn't pass 100%, but I did look deliciously androgynous and I would say my body was very sexy. My goal was never really to pass for a female, but rather to pass for an attractive guy who was was wearing womens clothes, a wig and make up and trying to look hot. I looked, for lack of better words, like a hot crossdresser on the prowl for cock. 

I started my transformation the same way as many of my peers, with a nice long soak in a hot bath. I took my time shaving my body, bring careful not to leave any stray hairs or knick myself. Once I was done I used some of my roomate's girlfriends lotions which left me feeling smooth, and smelling sexy. Next came a liberal amount of deep red nail polish on my toenails and my mid-length press on nails. 

Next I took the time to douche myself. I wasn't sure if things would go that far, but if they did I was determined to be clean down there for Michael. I really didn't need to worry because I had barely eaten in the last 24 hours anyways. I do have to admit that having the douche stem up my bum felt sexy as he'll though...lol. Once my boy-pussy sparkling clean it was time to start getting dressed.

Earlier I mentioned my roomate's girlfriend, (I'll call her Allison). She was a very attractive girl of 23 years old. She worked in women's clothing retail, (no I never shopped at her store...lol), and always had very sexy clothes in her closet. I decided that there was a bit of an added thrill that came from the idea of wearing a real woman's clothing when I stepped out to meet a male lover. So after some consideration I picked a pair of skintight low-rise jeans from her closet. 

First I slipped into my powder blue Lycra thong panties, taking the time to tuck my cock back perfectly. It was no small feat because believe it or not I have a pretty nice package, 7 1/2 inches long, circumcised and thick. Once I was sufficiently tucked away I slithered into Allison's skin tight jeans. Lucky for me she had a nice big butt and the jeans were stretch fit. With a little hopping around my legs and ass were encased in the dark colored jeans and the waist came to exactly the level of my hips. I knew that if I bent aggressively at the waist my whale tail would be showing...yum! I took a look at my ass in the full length mirror and noticed how big and round it looked. I smiled to myself because i knew it was exactly the kind of ass a black man would drool over.

Next I put on my matching powder blue Lycra bra and filled the cups with my c-cup false breast inserts. Once they were adjusted and hanging naturally I put on my semi-see through long sleeve top. The hem of the shirt came to just above my navel and was an excellent addition to the low cut jeans. I completed the outfit with my black knee-high zip up boots with a three inch stiletto heel, and my black pleather jacket with a hem matching my pink shirt. 

Next I sat down in front of the mirror to apply my make up. Rather than use my own supplies I decided to take advantage of my roomate's absence and use Allison's MAC makeup. I took my time, making sure to apply liberal amounts of eyeliner, eyeshadow, blush and bright red lipstick. Once I was done putting on my face I put on my shoulder length chestnut real-hair wig and bobby pinned it in place. The wig cost a small fortune but was worth every penny because of the realism it added.

I was ready....and I was actually short of breath from excitement, mixed with fear and adrenaline. Was I really going to do this? This guy could be dangerous, besides I had never even considered hooking up with a black guy before. I poured myself a tall glass of white wine to calm my nerves and took a moment to check myself out while I sipped my vino. What I saw made my already semi-erect cock strain to free itself from my panties.

I looked amazing! My makeup was flawless. My lips shined with damp desire, my eyes were dark and mysterious surrounded by the lines of black liner and dark shaded shadow. As I sat applying it I tried my best to mimic the sexy style of the Latinas I saw every day at the gym and I was delighted to see that I nailed it.

My ass and legs looked to die for, Allison's jeans showed the thick muscularity of my thighs, made my calves taper seductively down into the top of my black boots while forming a perfect frame for my already plump ass cheeks. I also noticed that the cut of the jeans made my cock virtually invisible, leaving a sexy cleft between my thighs right where they met at my crotch. 

I involuntarily grinned at myself in the mirror noting with delight the natural seductive femininity oozing from my features. Any hesitation I had been feeling vanished immediately. I grabbed the car keys, threw a tube of lip stick and a few condoms into my purse and headed out the door, not caring if any of the neighbors saw me. 

As I started the car and put it in gear I could feel my hands shaking and my head swimming. I was still scared, more scared in fact but the fear made my desire all the stronger. I loved the feelings I was experiencing as I drove to our agreed upon meeting place, (a 7-Elleven parking lot), a short distance away. 

I arrived quickly and parked in front of the store to wait for Michael. I was feeling extremely sexy and confident for some reason so I decided to go in to the store to buy a drink while I waited. Truthfully I wasn't sure if Michael would actually show up, (people flaking on you is a big part of this lifestyle), and I was hoping I might get some inviting looks from some of the customers. I paid for my drink after making eye contact with a few guys and walked back out of the store, watching the guys watch me go in a mirror posted near the door. 

As I opened the door to my car I heard a deep baritone voice call out "Alissa?" from across the parking lot. As I looked in the direction of the voice I saw an older model Buick with a large muscular black man sitting behind the steering wheel. He had black dreadlocks that cascaded down to just above his shoulders and tattoos were visible covering both big musvular arms. My heart immediately began pounding in my chest! This guy looked scary and I think I made a really big mistake I thought to myself.

Michael Ch. 01



At 38, she wakes up to endless sexual possibilities.

It was the penultimate day of a holiday in Spain that my life and outlook changed forever. That was the day I met Michael. 

My name is Louisa. I was 38 years old at the time of the first encounter, single and adequately sexually experienced. I'd had about 14/15 partners including three fairly serious relationships varying from 18 months to three years in length. Nevertheless, as I embarked on this summer break, I'd not had sex for nearly two years. Not that I particularly expected this holiday to provide any answers. It was an all-inclusive week in a 4 star hotel and neither Chris nor I were hopeful of any good looking single males being on offer. I was to find out I was wrong towards the end of the week.

I wasn't a bad catch if I say so myself. Five feet five inches, about 130 pounds (a little on the plump side but curvy enough to carry it), long auburn hair and a true hour glass figure. Comparatively tiny waist, curvy hips and boobs that defied gravity. If I wanted to, I could stop traffic with my tits. 38F and not really at all saggy given my advancing years. I hadn't had children - I guess that helped. Problem was, my confidence had taken a bit of a downer in recent months and I wasn't generally projecting the confident sexiness that I had been able to in the past. Even in the blazing sunshine, I was encasing my form in serviceable, black one-piece swimsuits and long sarongs.

That all changed on the evening in question. I went from being a fairly open-minded but also somewhat conservative, ordinary woman who enjoyed sex well enough but had always been able to live without it to being a try anything, do anything slut who wanted sex most of the time.

There was nothing to suggest this was going to happen as Chris and I sat down at a table with a couple of drinks on the hotel terrace that evening. Chris wandered into the hotel to go to the loo and a few seconds later a sexy American voice asked, "Can I have that seat?" I glanced up to see one of the best looking men I had ever come across. 

"Sure," I replied nonchalantly, assuming he was going to pull the chair over to another table which he was no doubt sharing with his wife/girlfriend. This did not happen.

"I'm Michael," he continued as he sat down next to me giving a frank and appreciative glance at my impressive cleavage as he did so, "And I hope you won't mind it if I tell you that you are one of the sexiest women I've seen in a long time. Maybe ever."

I gulped. I had no idea how to respond. I wasn't sure if I was pleased or frustrated when Chris joined us seconds later. "Oh hello," she smiled looking at me knowingly, "Christine Gardner." 

"Michael Lake," Michael smiled back, rising slightly from his seat. How the conversation would have progressed with the three of us there sitting somewhat stiltedly I don't know but fortunately the ice was broken with the arrival of Michael's friend Rob who joined us at that point. He was socially at ease and made the atmosphere convivial. Not that Michael was gauche at all but the vibes he was giving off were that he was solely interested in me and that Chris was an awkward necessity to be negotiated. I was becoming increasingly aware that I wanted something to happen with Michael but wasn't at all sure how I could stage manage it without excluding Chris. Things were about to be taken out of my hands however. Firstly, while Rob and Michael were getting drinks, Chris more or less gave me carte blanche to go off with Michael. 

"He's gorgeous and he wants you," she stated succinctly. "Go for it - you need a good seeing to." Secondly, shortly after the guys returned, Michael took my hand and told me he wanted to talk to me. Both Chris and Rob grinned, basically said "Don't mind us" and waved us off.

We walked slowly out of the bar area and Michael steered me towards the lift. I was taken aback. Surely this could only mean one thing? "I thought you wanted to talk to me," I mumbled.

"I do," Michael replied, "And what I wanted to say was," he leaned in close to me and lowered his voice, "I think you've got a bit of a naughty side deep down. I can always tell with women. I'd like to help bring it out."

I was shocked I admit it. But I was also extremely excited. Here was possibly the most attractive man I'd ever met openly telling me he basically wanted to have sex with me. And probably not just straightforward sex either. I'll be honest - my sexual relationships had been pretty conventional. Sure we'd done a few different positions, once even tried it in public and I was a dab hand at oral sex if that's not a contradiction in terms but that was about as far as my adventurousness went. If I looked into my own psyche, Michael was right. There was a woman who was desperate to try something more. How much more would later shock me to the core but I wouldn't change anything for the world.

"I... I'm not sure what you mean." I murmured back. "I'm not a prude but I haven't particularly got a wild sex history." I surprised myself with my frankness. 

Michael laughed. "Well I can't change your history but how about I have a go at making the present a bit different?" he asked nodding at the lift which had just arrived. 

"Okay," I whispered surprising myself again, "But I warn you, I haven't done this in quite some time." 

"A born again virgin," he smiled leading me into the lift and pressing the button for the ninth floor. "Fabulous."

Once the lift door had closed Michael bent down and kissed me. Softly, tenderly at first then with increasing passion. It took my breath away. I was sorry that the lift arrived at its destination so quickly. Michael's kiss had awoken stirrings in my nether regions that hadn't properly been aroused for months. 

Michael led me out of the lift and towards his room door. He put his key card in the lock, opened the door and drew me inside. Once in he became masterful. "I think that dress should come off," he instructed, "Now!"

I had no thought of baulking at the suggestion. I gently tugged the dress over my head and placed it on a nearby chair. Now I was standing in uplift bra and knickers. They matched but they weren't the sexiest set I owned. They could have been a hell of a lot worse though I reflected, thinking that the knickers were at least high leg and flattering and that the bra, while it wasn't sheer lace or half cup, pushed my very large breasts up so that they were almost being presented on a platter. Which in retrospect, they were. "Oh yes," murmured Michael, "I am so, so right about you. Hot as hell. Look at those tits. No woman with man-attracting missiles like those could ever truly be a prim miss. I'm going to show you just how hot you really are." And with that he scooped me up in his arms and deposited me in the middle of the king sized bed.

I had no idea what to expect next. I only knew that there was an increasing wetness bubbling up in my vagina that would soon be seeping through my knickers. I wanted Michael to touch me but I was somewhat afraid that I would respond too enthusiastically, too desperately. Fortunately, Michael had no such qualms. His first action was to swiftly hook his fingers down both sides of my knickers and tug them down my thighs, causing me to involuntarily lift my bottom as he did so. He slid them off and cast them carelessly to one side before looking down at the sight he had created. Me, flat on the bed clad in only a black bra that by now was only just encasing my heaving breasts with legs slightly parted and a totally shaved pussy that if you looked closely (and Michael was) was clearly soaking wet.

"You are really turned on aren't you," Michael muttered as he stared down at my dripping pussy. "I've done nothing but kiss you once in the lift and you're running like the River Nile down there. I wonder how long it'd take you to come. Shall we see?"

I couldn't answer him. Not with words. I looked at him pleadingly and twitched my pussy upwards. Or that might have happened involuntarily - I don't know. Michael moved his hand towards my labia, stopping before he touched me to observe, "Your clit's really swollen too. Look babe, it's pushing out from your pussy lips." I glanced down. He was right. I could see the tip of my clitoris protruding from my labia - I couldn't remember ever seeing that before but then I couldn't remember ever being so turned on before. Right now though this wasn't the most pressing of my concerns. 

"Please..." I begged quietly as Michael's hand hovered above my sex. "Please..." 

"What do you want?" he asked, "Tell me." 

"Please touch me," I pleaded. 

"Touch you?" he asked again wickedly. 

"Touch my pussy. Make me come." He did. He rested his thumb on my clitoris and inserted forefinger and middle finger into my vagina. I gasped. He stopped. I moaned, partly in ecstasy, partly in frustration. He moved his fingers inside me and pressed down with his thumb. I had never felt anything like it. I dived headlong into the quickest, most intense climax I had ever had moaning, gasping and crying out. I never wanted it to end. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." was all I could utter. 

"That's as good a word as any," Michael chuckled throatily looking down into my flushed, post-orgasmic face. "I'd make that about a minute, what do you say?" I looked confused. A minute, what? "The time it took you to come," he chuckled again. "Are you starting to believe me? That you are one hot, sexy, naughty girl and you need seeing to?" I nodded. I would have agreed to just about anything at this point. "You agree?" Michael asked, "What are you?"

"I'm a hot, sexy, naughty girl," I breathed.

"And?" Michael encouraged, "What do you need?"

"I need seeing to," I confirmed. And I did. The fingering to climax was only the start. I was still on fire between my legs and still dripping juice. Another climax was bubbling under the surface, literally and metaphorically.

"You need to come again," Michael said. It was a statement not a question or a suggestion. "I wonder..." he smiled then began to move down the bed. Soon his dark head was between my legs. "Wow," he breathed, "You really are gushing fluid down here. You so need this you sexy bitch." He parted my vulval lips and flicked at my clit with his tongue. I gasped. He nibbled gently before sucking it between his lips causing me to moan more loudly. "Careful," he laughed, "You'll drown me down here." I knew my vagina was pulsing juice and I could no more stop it than fly. Months or possibly years of frustration were manifesting themselves in liquid form between my thighs. Michael was right. I was a naughty girl and I needed seeing to. I needed seeing to badly and for some time. I pushed my vulva up to Michael's questing tongue. He knew what was needed and plunged his tongue deep into my pussy. I was aware that I was groaning loudly. Those in the next room would wonder... well they'd know what was going on I reflected but they'd also know what a horny bitch I was. The thought didn't perturb me. In fact it turned me on more than ever. Michael doubled his efforts at my cunt, licking, sucking, tonguing, nipping. It was enough. Minutes after my first huge climax, I experience another even more intense. I cried out again, soaking Michael with my orgasm as I gushed over him. "Oh fuck..." I cried again as my pussy juddered and twitched around Michael's tongue. 

"Fabulous," murmured Michael from the depths of my sex. "You're so fucking hot." He pulled himself up the bed and kissed me, transferring my juices from his lips to mine. "Don't you taste fantastic?" he asked me. I smiled lustfully. "Now... I think it's time you got fucked." I moaned my acquiescence. "You want that?" Michael questioned. "Good, cause I can't wait another second to be inside you."

I don't know if I was expecting something less conventional but that first fuck was straightforward, uncomplicated sex. Michael covered my body with his, slid on a condom and plunged his long, hard cock straight into my vagina. I was reduced to making animalistic noises at this point. Whimpering, mewling, growling - anything at all to express my ecstasy. He had me body and soul at this point and I would do anything for what he was giving me. The fuck didn't last very long. It didn't need to. I was a mass of libidinous jelly and was coming almost as soon as Michael entered me. The orgasm wasn't as intense as the previous two but it lasted longer. I was coming for a good three minutes constantly and in the middle of my climax, I felt Michael come too with a loud groan of pleasure. "Fuck that was good." he growled as he lay on top of me afterwards still with his cock buried deep inside me. "Sometimes straightforward sex is just what you need." I was aware of being slightly uncomfortable and it dawned on me that I was still wearing my bra which was now really struggling to contain my huge, heaving tits. I reached behind me to unhook it only to find Michael's hands stopping me. 

"What?" I asked puzzled. "Why can't I take it off? I need to - it's uncomfortable." I smirked up at him. "I promise you'll like what's underneath." 

Michael laughed sexily. "That I know," he grinned "But I don't want you to take it off." 

"Then you do it," I pleaded urgently, "Just get the fucking thing off." 

"Not me either," Michael said teasingly, "That would be a waste." 

"What the hell do you mean?" I was getting slightly annoyed now. "What's a waste?"

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Who's that?" I asked nervously.

"Don't worry," Michael replied reassuringly. "You'll be fine. If you don't like it we won't do it. But I think you need it." I had no idea what he was talking about. He hopped off the bed and went to the door.

"Michael.." I warned him urgently, "I'm practically naked here."

"Me too," he grinned wickedly and opened the bedroom door. Rob was standing in the doorway. "Well," Michael looked quizzically at me. "Does he come in or not?" 



Michael Ch. 02



In chapter one, Louisa meets Michael in a hotel bar. She's a 38 year old attractive woman who has recently been off sex for a couple of years. Her sexual history is adequate but not adventurous. Michael claims to see a wilder, naughtier woman under Louisa's surface and asks her if he can help her discover it. Louisa, finding Michael immensely attractive agrees. They go to his hotel room and immediately engage in sexual activity; Michael firstly fingering Louisa to orgasm, then going down on her before shagging her swiftly and effectively. During all three activities, Louisa climaxes hard. After the actual fuck there is a knock at the door - it is Michael's friend Rob whom Louisa has met. They have clearly arranged this.

I looked at Rob standing in the doorway. He looked hopeful but not presumptuous and most importantly, very attractive. I had overlooked Rob's attractions earlier in the light of Michael's good looks but he too was a sexy man. Suddenly, the idea of two gorgeous guys lavishing me with physical attention was too good to pass up. I was still a libidinous mess and Michael knew it as he continued to smile wickedly at me.

"Yes," I whispered, "He comes in."

Rob's face broke out into a huge smile. "Thank you God," he breathed, comically raising his eyes to heaven and following Michael back into the room. He looked down at me on the bed. "Fuck," he gasped, "She's still wearing... Did you do that deliberately?"

"Sure." Michael winked at Rob. "I saved it specially for you."

I wondered for a moment what they meant. Then it dawned on me. My bra. I was still wearing it. Michael must have wanted Rob to remove it. I didn't give a shit. Just as long as the fucking thing came off. I voiced my request.

"Rob," I asked, "Will you please get this fucking bra off me. It's uncomfortable, my tits are straining out of it and Michael won't take it off."

"Sweetheart," said Michael before Rob could answer and lying back down on the bed next to me. "Rob is the biggest tit man you will ever meet. And you have the biggest, bounciest tits he has ever seen. When I said I wanted to get into your pants earlier today, Rob said I was welcome to what was in your knickers as long as he got a share of what was under your bra. And he wasn't joking. He told me he'd kill for a chance at your huge knockers and I knew, deep down, you'd be fine with that. I could sense your latent sexual proclivities. In fact," he winked at Rob again, "Turns out they weren't so latent. She's been coming like a bitch on heat. Three times before you got here."

"Three," Rob sounded envious. "You'd only been gone half an hour. You fucked three times?"

"Nah," Michael dismissed this. "She came three times. We fucked once. The other times I fingered and sucked her to climax. Anyway," he said changing the subject slightly, "Time for that bra to come off and for you to do the honours. And I mean honours."

Rob came to the bed and lay down on the other side of me. He looked down at where my breasts were barely contained by the underwired black bra covering them. "Fuck," he said again staring at my tits. "Fuck, fuck, fucking hell. They're fucking glorious. I almost don't want to do this. I want to keep just imagining them for a bit longer." Rob gazed at my bra-covered boobs as if willing them to become uncovered. "Shit, who am I kidding," he muttered, "Sit up baby." I sat up. Rob unclipped my bra from behind. "Hold it in place," he whispered in my ear. I did as he asked and he slowly drew the straps from my shoulders. "Now," he breathed almost reverently. I glanced at Michael. He was looking at my tits almost as avidly as Rob was. Rob, inch by inch, peeled away the cotton material of the bra from my enormous breasts. They swung free and proud, standing quite firm considering their massive size. "Holy shit!" breathed Rob. 

"Holy fuck," muttered Michael at the same time. 

"I can die a happy man," Rob declared, "I've seen heaven. Mindy Carroll, Belinda Peterson, Helena Sharpe - flat chested, droopy titted bitches. You, Louisa are the massive mammaried goddess." 

"Shut the fuck up," chuckled Michael. "Massive mammaried goddess my ass. She's got fantastic, huge, firm, bouncy tits that's al... Oh fucking shit." Michael's voiced tailed off as he stared at what he was describing. "Fuck Rob, get your dick between them and do us all a favour."

Rob was still mesmerised by my melons but this snapped him out of it. "What?" he asked abruptly. 

"You heard," Michael stated. "Look mate, you want to tit fuck her, I'll bet she wants you to tit fuck her and I sure as hell want to watch you tit fuck her. So fucking tit fuck her. Now. I'll push them together round your cock." Rob looked at me. 

"Lou," he said hesitantly, "Can I..." 

"Fuck yes," I breathed. "Get your fucking dick between my tits Mister."

Rob needed no further encouragement. He straddled my middle and flopped his big, hard cock between my breasts. "Put some of this on your cock," Michael handed Rob a bottle of something. "It's almond oil," he explained, "You use it for massages. His cock'll slide between your tits easier." Rob slathered the slippery oil over his hard shaft then replaced it. I gasped in anticipation then Michael gripped a breast in each hand and pushed them up and around Rob's dick. Both Rob and I moaned then Rob began to move his dick backwards and forwards. Michael meanwhile was squeezing and pawing at my tits whist pushing them around Rob's shaft.

"Fuck, this is the best feeling in the world," Rob groaned as he continued to slide his cock between my enormous mammary glands. "She's got the best tits ever." Michael grunted his agreement as he squeezed my boobs roughly, pushing them as tightly as they would go around Rob's pulsing penis. Meanwhile, I was again approaching ecstasy. But a different ecstasy this time. A feeling connected with the sensations that both Rob and Michael were producing in my tits was pulsing through to my vagina. I began to pant and moan, increasing in volume as Rob picked up pace. A strange, intense sensation was building deep in my pussy. I wasn't sure what was going to happen but it felt like I might wet myself. I murmured my concern. 

"Michael, I think I might wet myself." 

"What the f...?" Michael glanced down at my pussy, soaking wet and dripping fluid again. "Oh fucking flip..." 

"What?" Both Rob and I asked the question, Rob curiously while still concentrating on his own orgasm, me fearfully, thinking "Oh shit, I really am going to wet myself." 

"You're not going to wet yourself baby," Michael sounded almost gleeful. "You're going to come. Real, real hard. And all you've had is a titwank. And me squeezing your puppies. Oh babe you're something else. You can do that too."

"What, what can she do?" Rob's voice was strained, his climax was close. 

"Well, first, she can come just from you jerking off between her tits and me squeezing them," Michael's voice indicated though that this was just the tip of the iceberg. "Second, oh fuck man. Spurt your jizz on her boobs then you can see what she's gonna do." Obediently it seemed, Rob's dick went into spasms and Michael let my tits fall as Rob's spunk fountained out on to them. 

"Fuck that's hot," groaned Rob as his climax subsided and he surveyed my sperm covered breasts. "If I had a photo of that, I could jerk off to it a dozen times a day. I'd never get tired of looking at it. It's so fucking hot." 

"This is hotter," Michael said with urgency, "Look at this." Rob looked down at my pussy as Michael got in for a closer look. I still wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen other than, as Michael said, I was going to come hard. That didn't mean I wasn't going to wet myself though although Michael had said I wouldn't. I'd have to trust him - I couldn't deny this orgasm much longer. "Go for it baby," Michael coaxed, "Let it happen - just come baby, come. Just go for it." And I came. I came harder than I ever had. It was by far the most intense climax of my life. And as I came I felt it. I felt my vagina spurt fluid. Not gush or pulse or drip like it had before. Spurt. Like Rob's cock had all over my tits. Three, four, five huge spurts of fluid. Several feet on one occasion. It hit the TV screen. I'd no idea what was going on. Just that I was coming so hard it was almost painful. But fabulous. I jerked and shuddered and twitched on the bed trying to recover. 

"Holy shit," muttered Rob staring at me. 

"She squirted," Michael said in delight. "She's a fucking squirter. And we didn't even touch her cunt."

I was spent. A spent force of post-orgasmic ecstasy on the bed. Except I wasn't. I knew, even as I lay, still shuddering with the aftermath of my massive climax, that things weren't over. And I didn't want them to be. I was still horny. While I tried to recover, I sensed Rob moving down the bed. I opened my eyes to find him between my legs. Michael was reclining next to me, smiling down benevolently, even proudly. "This won't take it out of you too much," he whispered. "Just keep you ticking over so to speak. Before the next round."

Rob's tongue settled on my swollen clitoris. I moaned again. I'd spent the evening moaning with sexual pleasure and it didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon. "Just a quick one," Michael assured me. I nodded with drowsy arousal. Rob carried on licking. And sucking. I was soon groaning my ecstasy again. "Fuck, I don't believe it," I uttered as Rob's tongue swirled around my flooded sex. "I'm going to come agai..." And I did. Less than ten minutes after my mind-blowing squirting orgasm, I was gasping another climax to the sex-scented room. 

"Oh Jesus," I heard Rob mutter into my twitching cunt. "Does she ever frigging stop the horny bitch?" 

"Doesn't look like it," Michael grinned. "But we're not finished yet. Get up the bed and lie back." I thought at first he was talking to me but Michael's instructions were to his friend who did as he was told. Rob moved back up the bed and lay supine, waiting for further orders.

Michael grabbed me by the hips and lifted me onto Rob's torso. I was positioned on his chest, my knees straddling his upper body. It felt good. Rob's muscular body was directly in contact with my throbbing pussy. Involuntarily, I rubbed myself against him and felt his nipple brush my clit. Oh God yes. That was good. I rubbed again, harder, more obviously. "Oh fucking shit," Rob groaned beneath me. "What?" Michael asked. "She's fucking rubbing herself on my nipples. She's trying to get herself off by rubbing her clit on my nipple." 

"You naughty girl," Michael chuckled. "That's what you want is it? You want to get yourself off by wanking your cunt on Rob's nipple? Well fucking do it then. Let us watch you wank your clit you shameless slut." I couldn't deny him. I couldn't deny anything. I did want to get myself off on Rob's nipple and I was going to do it. Without thinking, my hands went down to my vulva and pulled my lips apart to give my clit and the surrounding area better access to Rob's hard, erect nipple. "That's right babe," breathed Michael. "Pull your lips apart. Rub as much of that horny cunt on Rob's nipple as you can. We want to see you come again. And hear you. You're a noisy bitch aren't you. The couple next to me aren't going to be sleeping tonight with you yelling your climaxes at them. Not that it's a bad thing. They could probably do with their relationship spicing up. Your loud porno noises have probably been the sexiest thing that's happened to them in ages." 

"Oh fuck yeah," Rob said as I picked up the pace and rubbed myself faster on his chest. "Get yourself off sweetheart. I want you coming all over me." 

"I'm not going to..." I stopped. I wasn't sure how I was going to put this. 

"You're not going to what?" Rob questioned. "Come? Well that's crap. You so are. And soon." 

"No," I protested. "I didn't mean that, I..." 

Michael came to my rescue. "She means she's not going to squirt again," he explained. "No baby, you're not," he whispered in my ear. "Not yet." This exchange put me over the edge again. I cried out as I came, rubbing my cunt furiously against Rob's nipple and surrounding chest area. My pussy gushed juice onto him and I panted and shook above him with the force of yet another orgasm. My sixth of the evening. How long had I been in this room? I had no idea but I doubted it had yet been an hour. Less than an hour and I was coming for the sixth time. Fuck. Generally I was lucky if I managed a couple of climaxes in the same session. I hadn't known I was capable of such wantonness. But Michael had.

Without giving me much time for recovery, Michael chucked a condom to Rob who slid it over his dick expertly. Michael grabbed me by the hips again and in one swift movement, lifted me up and onto Rob's dick. I felt Rob fill my love tunnel and moaned my appreciation. "That feel good?" Rob smiled up at me. I nodded. "Good," he continued, "Come here you sexy lady." He pulled me forwards so that my huge tits hung towards him. "Oh God yes," he murmured, "Yes, yes, yes. Gimme those tits." He opened his mouth to get as much breast into it as possible. Which wasn't that much with tits my size. He suckled on my erect nipples and surrounding breast pillows like a hungry baby. Except that I doubt a hungry baby would be licking and slavering and drooling over your tits as it sucked. And I don't think it would feel as good as Rob was making me feel.

I had momentarily forgotten Michael but I was made suddenly aware of him again rubbing something on his own penis behind me. I should have realised what was coming but at this stage I still had a little naivety left. Rob pulled me closer to him. I thought it was so that he could suck at my tits more easily but it was actually to give Michael better access. Access to the one area no guy had ever even really gone near. My bottom was in the air now as I lay forwards on Rob, my tits hanging low towards his mouth and my pussy firmly embedded on his cock. Uncomprehending at first, I felt Michael pull my bottom cheeks apart and then with a little shock felt his tongue on my anus. "Beautiful," he growled. "Just beautiful. You have a gorgeous ass babe." He didn't spend too long licking my arse. Not long enough for me to get my still kind of innocent head around what was going to happen next. I felt a nudge at my anus and realised that Michael was pushing his fingers against it. One, then two, I felt his index and middle finger push into my arse, just as they had pushed into my vagina earlier. He got them in as far as they would go then began manipulating them, turning them left and right in my tightest orifice.

This was a step beyond anything I had allowed myself to envisage. One guy below me with his cock buried deep in my slippery, wet cunt while he sucked and licked my massive tits and one guy behind me with his fingers buried in my arsehole. Like I said, I should have guessed what was going to happen but I was too busy savouring new sensations. Like Michael's fingers deep inside my bottom while his friend fucked my pussy. From somewhere far away, I felt Michael pull his fingers out of my tight hole and without realising what this meant, I moaned my displeasure. I wanted my arse full again. Unbeknown to me, this was the start of my journey down a road that would lead me to becoming a massive anal slut. At the time I just knew I'd fucking loved the sensation of having something in my arse and wanted it back. I needn't have worried.

Michael parted my arse cheeks again. I was pleased. I was rocking gently back and forth on Rob's cock while Rob himself was still slavering at my tits like a man possessed. I thought he might suffocate in them. I don't think he'd have minded. Meantime, Michael positioned himself behind me and pushed home. At first I was still kind of unaware exactly what was happening, then I realised. I'm being arse fucked I thought, simultaneously shocked and immensely aroused. Michael's fucking my tight arse. While Rob fucks my slippery cunt. The lubrication Michael had put on his dick did the trick. As did his prior digital penetration. Despite my inexperience, it didn't take long for Michael to push his cock right up my tight, round arse so that it was in up to the hilt. I felt his balls at my bottom cheeks. I felt so aroused again I could hardly breathe. "Feel good?" Michael asked me, quietly in my ear. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "I think you're a secret anal whore don't you? You fucking love the feel of my cock up your ass." I nodded again, more urgently. I did love it. I didn't know why but having felt a cock in my arse, I knew I wouldn't be able to return to just straight sex without the promise of more. I made myself concentrate on feeling Michael penetrating my tightest hole. Oh shit. I couldn't believe how good it felt. After everything I'd done, everything that had been done to me that evening, this was just the best. And it was better because Rob was inside my cunt too. I could feel both cocks separated only by my perineal wall.

"Rob," Michael spoke sharply. "Get your mouth off her tits and fuck her pussy. We're all gonna try and come together." His words surprised me. Not the content but the urgency of tone. Rob responded. He moved his mouth from my pillowy breasts and began to thrust up into me with more purpose. Oh yes. Oh fuck yes. I felt my orgasm building from a long way away. Again, I was also aware of that different sensation and at the back of my mind, I knew what was going to happen. I was dimly aware of Michael thrusting purposefully into my arse behind me. The feelings began to connect. Rob's cock thrusting into my cunt, Michael moving in and out of my arsehole. I heard a strange crying sound, kind of like a highly aroused scream and realised it was me. Shit. Cocks thrusting in and out of my cunt and arse. Sandwiched between two guys intent on fucking me to climax. I hadn't known it was possible to be more aroused than I'd already been that night but I was. "Oh fuck, let's come," Michael urged. "Shoot your load Rob, do it. Empty yourself into that condom while I spill my balls up her ass. And you, you horny slut. Come on Rob's dick. Come baby. Let it all out. All of it." I knew what he meant. I was going to ejaculate again. Just like the guys, I was going to spurt my orgasm everywhere. And this time I was going to know exactly what was happening and I was going to fucking love it. "We ready?" Michael asked. 

"Yeah mate," Rob gasped beneath me. 

"Let's do it," Michael instructed. Within seconds I felt Rob's cock twitching inside my vagina as he unloaded into the condom. Almost simultaneously I felt Michael shooting his spunk deep into my bowels. This sent me over the top. With the loudest scream I could give, not caring if the whole hotel heard my orgasm I came. I came, squirting, shooting buckets of fluid all over Rob's dick. I writhed and wriggled with utter delight as I sprayed my climax everywhere. Rob's pelvis was soaked. So was the bed sheet. I couldn't stop coming. As I thought I was finished, another spasm would overwhelm me and another spurt of juice would shoot from my spasming cunt. It felt like an eternity of bliss. In reality it was probably about five minutes. Five minutes of the most intense orgasmic experience of my life. I defy anyone to have come any harder than I just had. Now I really was spent. Or so I thought.

For the second time that evening there was a knock at the door. It brought me to my senses somewhat. "Who the fuck?" I asked. 

"I think we may have alerted someone to our presence," Michael laughed. Rob smiled too. "What?" I asked again. "Well darling," Michael continued, "If you're going to scream like you're being murdered when you come, you're gonna attract attention. But it doesn't mean the attention won't be welcome." I didn't know what he meant as he pulled his dick out of my bottom and went to the door. A low exchange followed. I didn't catch any of it. Then Michael's voice became louder. "No honestly officer she's fine. I swear. She's not been attacked." He paused. "She's just been fucked. Want to see?"




Michael Ch. 02



Shit. Now I was horny again.



Michael Ch. 03



In chapters one and two, Louisa meets Michael and Rob. Michael takes her up to his hotel room and fingers and fucks her to several orgasms before Rob knocks on the door. Chapter two sees Rob joining the party, firstly tit fucking Louisa and then sucking her to climax. During the tit fuck, Louisa also comes and the three of them realise she can ejaculate. After a bit more sex play, Louisa finds herself being double teamed by both Michael and Rob as Rob penetrates her pussy while Michael fucks her ass. All three of them come hard and Louisa squirts again screaming loudly as she does so. Chapter two ends with another knock at the bedroom door. This time it is a Spanish police officer, alerted by Louisa's screams, checking everything is okay. Having assured him things are fine, Michael invites him into the room to see for himself...

I looked in slight panic at Rob. I might be getting horny again but that didn't mean I wasn't aware of the situation. A police officer had turned up to check if things were okay because I had been making so much noise while we had sex and Michael had invited him in to ascertain that things were fine. Not only that but he'd actually told the guy that I'd been making such a racket because I'd been getting fucked. Those were his very words. "She's not been attacked. She's been fucked. Want to see?"

"Don't panic," Rob whispered to me. "If you don't want him to come in, Michael won't let him in. Trust me. And him." Sure enough, as Michael walked back into the room and looked at me, he put his arm out to prevent whoever was behind him getting further into the room. 

"Are you okay if the police officer checks out our story Louisa?" he queried. I hesitated. I could feel my loins turning to liquid again. They were certainly ready to give a positive answer. I took a deep breath. 

"Okay," I agreed.

Michael smiled as he dropped his arm and let the police constable into the bedroom. He was young, about ten years younger than me I'd guess and sexy as hell. Thick dark hair and typically handsome Hispanic looks. His dark eyes glittered as he took in the situation, staring at Rob and me lying on the bed, trailing his gaze up and down my naked body and coming to rest firmly on my tits. Rob grinned. Michael did too. "Great pair right?" Michael muttered to the officer. The young man took a few seconds to process the question then he grinned too. 

"Si," he agreed enthusiastically, "She's very..." his hands gestured breasts of great size, "Sexy," he concluded. 

"Oh you don't know the half of it," Michael laughed. "Want to see just how sexy?" The officer's eyes widened as if asking a silent question. "Sure," Michael confirmed. "She'll let you watch. Isn't that right sweetheart?" He looked encouragingly at me. I nodded quickly before I could back out. "Take a seat officer," Michael gestured to a chair, "And we'll show you just how hot she can be." He climbed back on the bed on the other side of me from Rob and looked at his friend. "Right Rob. Let's bring her off. And make her..." he left the implication unfinished. "If we can," he smiled. I knew what he meant. Let's make her squirt if we can. I imagined he didn't want to spell it out for the cop. Maybe he wanted it to be a surprise.

"Part your legs honey," Michael whispered in my ear. "Show the young cop your pussy." I raised my knees and spread my legs. My cunt was bubbling again and I was obviously very wet. This did not go unnoticed. 

"She's... very, very wet," the officer said with something like awe. "Very turned on. Very sexy. Sexy lady." 

"You aint seen nothing yet," Michael chuckled. "This is like the Sahara compared with how wet she will get." He looked at Rob. "We'll go at her from both sides right? Do the same thing as each other. Be guided by me." Rob nodded. "You can suck her tits as well if you want," Michael laughed. "Not that you'd ever not want! In fact let's do the same on those. I'll play with this one, you concentrate on that one," he nodded to the tit nearest Rob who gazed down at it reverently as his cocked twitched involuntarily with the thought.

The officer sat forward in the chair to get as good a view as he could as Michael and Rob began their dual attack on my pussy. "Gently push her lip aside and swirl your fingers round. Fuck she's drenched again." Michael gazed down at me. "You'll be dehydrated if you keep losing fluid at this rate. You must have come by the bucket load tonight." He smiled as his fingers paddled in my copious juices and Rob's did the same on the other side. "Okay let's penetrate her," Michael continued as both his and Rob's forefinger then middle finger snaked up inside me. I gasped and so did the cop watching. "Shit," he murmured, his eyes transfixed on my already beginning to spasm cunt. The four fingers inside me felt fantastic. They were probing upwards, pushing at the sides of my vaginal wall as if seeking something out. Juices flooded out of my cunt soaking the guys' hands. "Further up," Michael muttered and pushed his fingers deeper. As did Rob. I realised I was moaning loudly and crying out again. 

"She's very... loud" the cop declared "It's good. I like it." 

"That's it," Michael smiled in satisfaction. "We've got her now." I felt the tip of his and Rob's middle finger deep inside me pressing on what seemed to be a swollen cushion of tissue high up in my vagina. The sensation was unbelievable. 

"Oh fuck," I groaned. "What the shit... Oh fuck what's that?" 

"Your G-spot babe," Rob grinned down at me. 

"Yep," confirmed Michael. "Just one more thing." He looked at the cop. "You better be ready for this officer." Rob and Michael increased the pressure of their fingers deep within me and then Michael gently pressed with his other hand on the upper part of my outer pubis. As they did this down below, they both assaulted my tits from above, fastening their mouths around as much flesh as they could then biting and licking at my erect nipples. Michael increased the pressure outside, they both increased the pressure within and climax hit with the force of a speeding train. 

"Aaaaaaeeeee fuuuuuuccckk!" I screamed as my orgasm overwhelmed me For the third time that evening I felt liquid spurt from my cunt. It streamed out in a fountain, soaking bed, carpet and hitting the dressing table. 

"Fuck, Madre di Dios," groaned the policeman no longer in his chair. He was standing over the three of us, staring in disbelief as my shuddering cunt jetted stream after stream of cum all over everywhere. His pants were open as he skinned his own cock muttering curses in his native language as he did so. Michael raised his head from my tits to postpone the lad's orgasm. "Don't come yet," he urged. There's more fun to be had." I barely heard him as I carried on spasming and twitching on the bed as Rob mouthed my breasts.

It took several minutes for me to calm down from yet another intense climax and when I did, Rob had ceased his ministrations on my tits and the young police officer had stripped off completely. His body was in great shape - muscular but not too much - and his cock was huge and standing proudly erect. 

"Fuck," I mumbled, staring at it. 

"It's okay Louisa," Michael reassured me. "He's only going to fuck you. Your cunt can handle it." He presented the young guy with a condom then flipped me over onto my stomach. "Up on your knees babe. Get that gorgeous ass up in the air." I turned round in alarm at his words. Was he going to allow the cop to stick that huge rod up my bottom? Michael shook his head slightly. I relaxed. I was confident my pussy could take that massive dick but I was far less sure about my arse. Reassured I propped myself up on my knees, rested my head forward on the bed and stuck my arse up and out. The officer muttered something in Spanish again before driving forward and plunging his enormous prick into my sopping wet pussy. I was so wet and slippery that, huge as he was, he almost slipped out. He cursed and grasped my hips to steady himself before finding a rhythm that began to bring ecstasy to us both. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," I chanted as he drove that massive tool in and out of my throbbing vagina. As we both built to our mutual orgasm, I was vaguely aware of another knock at the door and of Michael getting up off the bed to answer it. I could see nothing, being pounded as I was by the young police guy and only realised what had happened when I heard Michael murmuring in my ear.

"The guy's mate's here," he said. "Be mean not to let him join in don't you think?" Even as I acquiesced, I wondered exactly what he meant. Did he want me to suck him off? That'd be okay, I thought. I'm pretty talented in that department. This wasn't what he meant however. "She's got another hole," I heard him saying to the new cop. "Why don't you try there. But put this on first." I could hear the newcomer snapping a condom over his dick although I had no idea what he looked like. Right now I didn't care though. The first cop had slowed his fucking right down as his mate sought to join in and I just wanted him to speed back up and start fucking me hard again. Then I felt it. While his colleague was still buried deep in my vagina, the second cop pushed insistently at my arsehole. For the second time in my life I felt a hard cock enter my tightest crevice. Fuck, it felt amazing. 

"Oh God yes," I cried out. "Push it in. Push that dick into my arse." 

"You heard her," Michael instructed. "Push in. Don't disobey the lady." Lady, that was a laugh I thought as I pictured my situation - face forward on the bed with two strange cops with one of their dicks in my cunt and the other in my arse while two other guys I'd only met that day watched intently, one of them essentially directing proceedings. Yes, such a lady. Lady Sex-mad Whore. As I brought my mind back to events in hand I realised that cop one and cop two had established a rhythm. Cop one pulled out of my cunt as cop two pushed into my arse and vice versa. 

"Yeah guys, fuck me like that," I breathed. "In and out of my cunt and arse. Pound me like the slut I am. Do it. Make me fucking come." 

"You horny sexy bitch," Michael exclaimed into my ear. "You've come so many times tonight. Do you really need another orgasm?" 

"Yes I fucking do," I grunted. "I need to come again. Oh shit, fuck that. I need to squirt again."

Michael sounded incredulous. "You serious?" he asked. "You're really going to squirt again?" 

"Yeah, I think so," I panted. "I can feel the sensations." Meanwhile, the guys were really fucking up a storm driving in and out of my soaking pussy and tight little arse. 

"Oh Dios," cried cop one as he plunged incredibly deeply into my vagina. 

"You gonna come?" Michael asked him. 

"Si," the cop groaned. 

"Then pull out man, and if you're close to coming you better pull out too." He was talking to the other guy. You can take those condoms off and come on her ass. Rob, get underneath and get ready to catch this." The two officers caught Michael's meaning and did as he said. I felt Rob push his head under my raised pelvis just as the first cop began to come. As I felt his spunk spray onto my bottom cheeks and the first jet of the second guy's cum hit me too, my own climax hit. I was right. I squirted again, shooting jet after jet of clear liquid cum over Rob's face, into his mouth and onto the bed. I howled my ecstasy yet again wondering if a third cop would come to check things out and if I could possibly handle another screwing. Rob emerged from underneath me covered in my cum as I collapsed forward onto the bed covered in the cum of the two policemen. 

"Gracias," I heard several times from both guys and was also vaguely aware of Rob getting up but that was it. Finally, after a night of debauchery I'd never have thought myself capable of, I had nothing more to give. I cared nothing for the fact that I was lying on a sopping wet bed in pools of my own cum, I needed to sleep. And sleep I did. For several hours solid. On drenched bed sheets covered in sperm from two complete strangers one of whom I'd never seen but who I'd allowed to fuck my arse. With Michael's arms around me, I slept.



Michael Ch. 04



This story already has three chapters. However, if you don't want to read the other parts, I give a brief summary at the beginning of each chapter. This should mean that you have all background information necessary to read each chapter separately. So far, Louisa has met Michael on holiday in Spain and has begun a highly-charged sexual relationship with him. Events described in the first three chapters include straightforward sex with Michael alone, threesome activity with Michael's friend Rob where they find out Louisa is a squirter (this includes some exhibitionist action in which a police officer watches) and more threesome sex as Louisa is double penetrated by two strange cops. 

*

I had been home for about ten days when the text came. Ten days without sex - it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate. I was beginning to contemplate signing up for a dating site specifying "casual sex". Obviously I'd been pleasing myself as it were and my orgasms were still coming thick and fast but solo action only goes so far. I was longing to feel a thick, hard cock inside me again.

It was a Saturday so I was not at work and able to read the text as soon as it came. Short and to the point.

"Landed Manchester ten minutes ago. Need to fuck you. Get there soon as I can, Michael"

I nearly came just reading it. If Michael had landed in Manchester ten minutes ago, once he'd got through check-in and collected his bags, he'd be only about 15 minutes away. I lived in Wilmslow - an upmarket suburb of Cheshire not far at all from the airport. I couldn't wait; my pussy was throbbing in anticipation. Shit Michael. Hurry up. I nearly pulled my skirt up and fingered myself right there but I managed to control myself.

The next forty minutes or so dragged interminably. My mind played the events of Spain on a constant loop while my hot twat got wetter and wetter. The night after Michael and I had first met (when we (and others) had engaged in such debauched activity), we had been together, indulging in simple one-on-one sex - fingering, sucking and fucking. No others and, to my slight disappointment, no anal. I'd still managed to achieve multiple orgasms though and it was still a fabulous night. Different but fabulous.

In my mind's eye I was just feeling two strange cops ejaculating over me as I sprayed my own cum all over the bed when the doorbell rang. I jumped almost guiltily, feeling the wetness between my legs as I did so. With slight difficulty I moved to the door and opened it. Fuck, I thought, it had better not be the postman or something. It wasn't. Standing there, looking sexier than ever was Michael. Before I could do anything, he stepped over the threshold and brought his mouth down savagely on mine. We kissed frantically for a couple of minutes which did nothing for the cleanliness of my knickers, before breaking apart and looking at each other, panting.

"I've really missed you," Michael stated looking into my eyes. "You can't imagine how much."

"I think I can," I argued and took his hand, guiding it up my skirt to my already soaking wet knickers. "That's how I got waiting for you to get here."

Michael gave his familiar throaty chuckle as his fingers brushed the cotton of my knickers and came away wet. "You're desperate for a fuck then." It wasn't a question. "Not seen any action since we parted?"

"No," I replied. "I take it that means you have."

"Uh-uh," Michael shook his head. "Mr hand is the only attention my dick's had since you left. It's been fucking agony. I've been jerking off about five times a day. My wrist is killing me."

I giggled. "I know what you mean. I've invested in so many devices since I got home. It's costing me a fortune."

"Devices?" Michael raised his eyebrows.

"New vibe. Bigger. Clit stim." I paused. "Butt plug."

Michael smiled wickedly. "You bought a butt plug?" he asked.

"Yep," I stated without shame. "I need to give my arse a workout. You woke it up and now it won't stop pestering me."

We both laughed then became serious.

"Okay, enough small talk. I have to fuck you. Immediately."

"You've just come off an airplane flight," I said in mock protestation. "Don't you need to freshen up?"

"Good idea," Michael replied. "We'll fuck in the shower. Where is it?"

I led Michael across the hall. He looked at me questioningly. "Not upstairs?"

"No," I said. "There is a bathroom upstairs but there's a wet room down here. I thought it'd be more practical."

"I like your style," Michael smiled following to the door.

I opened the door of the downstairs wet room. It had been something of an extravagance of mine a year or so back but boy, I was glad I'd had it installed now.

"I'm guessing we should undress in the hall," Michael suggested.

"No need," I answered, showing him the little room off the wet room that contained towels and a linen basket. "Just kick your shoes off. We can just throw our clothes in there. I certainly can't go out in this outfit again. My knickers are soaked and it's gone through to my skirt."

We took off our shoes and entered the wet room. I wasn't sure whether to take the initiative but Michael pre-empted me.

"Undo my pants," he ordered. "I want you to undress me. And I'll return the favour."

I hastened to obey him, pulling down his zip and pushing his trousers over his narrow, muscular hips. They fell to the floor and Michael kicked them to one side as he pulled my top over my head.

"Fucking shit," he muttered as he looked down at my chest. "I'd forgotten what a knockout those were. Oh yeah. Things just keep getting better."

I pulled Michael's top over his head too, leaving him standing in just a pair of boxer shorts that were straining to control his impressive erection. Michael, in turn, unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, then dropped down to slide my wet knickers over my hips and thighs and down my legs, pausing to flick my clit with his tongue as he did so. I gasped and twitched, pushing my vulva into his face. He gazed up at me.

"Shit," he breathed. "Did you just come?"

"Briefly I think," I replied. I grinned down at him. "I did tell you I'd missed you."

"You're so fucking hot," Michael uttered. "I knew it from the second I laid eyes on you. And you had no idea. I can't believe you had no idea."

I stepped out of my knickers as Michael stood back up. He put his hands to the clasp of my bra.

"Not yet," I stopped him. "Me first."

I too dropped to my knees as I pulled Michael's boxers down. He stepped out of them and nudged them aside putting a finger under my chin to draw me back up. I stopped him again.

"Wait," I urged. "I'm not finished."

I stared at Michael's cock, erect, beautiful. Those women who say that a man's penis isn't attractive haven't met the right man. Michael's dick was about the most fantastic thing I'd ever seen. I moved my face towards it and parted my lips. 

Michael realised what I was going to do. "You don't have to," he whispered. 

"I want to," I said firmly. "Trust me. I'm quite good at this."

I flicked my tongue around the end of Michael's penis causing him to moan. Then I slowly inserted it into my mouth inch by inch, continuing to swirl my tongue round the shaft as I did so. My mouth isn't particularly big but I don't have much of a gag reflex so a can get quite a lot down my throat. I'm also blessed with an abnormally long tongue! With a little effort, I managed to slide the whole of Michael's eight inches into my mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Don't stop baby. Keep doing that. That feels fucking amazing."

I didn't stop. I sucked. Still moving my tongue, I sucked on his gorgeous dick as though it was my favourite ice lolly. I moved my head back and forth, sliding it in and out of my mouth, flicking around the surface as I did so. Michael continued to groan, pushing his groin towards me, urging me on. I concentrated on sucking the shaft, occasionally flicking the end but really sucking on that column of flesh as I slid it in and out, in and out.

"Oh my God babe," Michael cried out. "Here I come. You better be ready."

I was. Michael pumped his cum into my waiting mouth and was I ready to receive it. Stream after stream went down my throat as I swallowed it all eagerly. There was so much that some spilled out down my chin but I didn't care. I carried on gulping his sweet man juice as he continued to unload his climax into my mouth. Eventually he was done and I slid his semi-soft penis out of my mouth and gazed up at him. He smiled down at me, shaking his head.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" he asked. "I've never had a woman suck me off like that before. I can't describe how good it was. And you swallowed my cum. Shit baby, just when I think you can't get any more perfect..."

He put his hand under my chin and drew me upright.

"Kiss me babe," he whispered. "Let me taste my own cum."

We kissed. Our tongues merged and probed each other's mouths as the kiss deepened. I moaned as I was kissing him as I felt the passion rise within me. I knew this wasn't just lust. Sure, I wanted him like fucking crazy. I was pretty much addicted to him physically but I also knew I was in love with him. I wondered whether that should scare me. I soon got my answer.

"I love you baby," Michael whispered as we broke the kiss. "I have since the first evening but now it's a done deal. I am totally in love with you sweetheart."

"I feel the same," I whispered back. "I'm in love with you too."

In the midst of these declarations, I noticed he was hard again. "Fuck me," I said urgently nudging his erect penis with my hip. "Put your dick inside me." 

"Hang on a second," Michael murmured. He picked up our discarded garments, chucked them in my linen basket then turned on the shower. "That's better." He slid down the wall of the wet room pulling me with him, facing him so that I was basically sitting on his thighs with his cock deep inside me. I groaned with delight as I felt him fill me. I was vaguely aware that he wasn't wearing a condom but it didn't concern me. Perhaps it should have but it didn't. By now I trusted him. I didn't think he had any diseases and I knew I wasn't going to get pregnant. I'd sorted that out with the family planning clinic the day after I arrived home.

I wrapped my legs around Michael's waist as he moved away from the wall slightly. I began to rock on his penis only to feel his hands on my hips indicating that I should stop. "Don't move yet," he urged me. "Let me do this." I followed his instructions, letting him take control. It was at this point that I suddenly realised I was still wearing my bra. It said something for our arousal that neither of us had noticed that my tits were still covered.

"Crap," I muttered, "I've still got my fucking bra on."

Michael laughed. "Well get the frigging thing off. Get those fantastic tits out girl. I need to see them."

I put my hands behind my back and as quickly as I could, I unclasped my soaking bra and threw it away from me. My heavy breasts swung forwards as they were released and Michael dipped his head to suck at them. I was still just sitting on his cock as he mouthed and sucked at my tits, enjoying the new sensations as the feeling of Michael's mouth on my nipples and breasts connected with the feeling of his penis in my vagina. After a minute or so of nuzzling at my tits with his mouth, Michael got back to the main event. He began to lift me on and off his cock. I felt him sliding in and out of me without having to do anything myself. Fuck it was good but it wasn't enough. 

"I need to move," I stated. "Let me move with you." 

"Okay," Michael conceded. "Do it." I made the rocking movement I had started earlier, pushing my bottom into his thighs and tilting my cunt upwards. Gently at first and then with increasing ferocity, I rocked backwards and forwards on his shaft. For his part, Michael was holding me in his arms and straining his cock towards me as much as he could in our restricted position. The water from the shower poured down on us as we screwed each other frantically, me trying to push my vagina onto him as deeply as I could and him thrusting his dick upwards into me. Our gasps and moans got louder and louder, I was usually the loud one but Michael's noises were matching me. 

"Keep fucking me," I cried out as I felt orgasm approach. 

"Never! Fucking! Stopping!" Michael yelled back at me over the sound of the water from the shower. 

"I'm going to come. I'm going to frigging come so hard," I screamed out to the world. 

"Come baby, I'm right with you," Michael replied as we carried on going at it like our lived depended on it. I screamed with ecstasy as my climax hit, hearing Michael cry out at the same time. Our juices merged as our mutual orgasms began and we shuddered and jerked against each other, holding each other tight. I felt Michael come inside me, pumping his jism into my womb, spilling his seed deep inside me, emptying his balls into my belly. I don't know how long it lasted but I do know that we had to take several minutes to recover - clinging to each other under the powerful jet of water from the shower as our shaking bodies calmed down.

As the minutes passed, our breathing slowed. We kissed tenderly under the still-running water. Michael reached his hand towards the lower shelf, took a bar of foaming, moisturising soap and began to soap me down. The lather quickly became copious and I took some myself, running my hands over Michael's sexy body, covering him with soapy froth. Wordlessly, I slid myself off Michael's prick and carried on lathering him, letting my hands go all over him as he did the same to me, concentrating especially on my enormous breasts, squeezing and mauling them roughly as he covered them with soap. When we were just about covered, we sat back under the water, me between Michael's legs with my back to him and my bottom nudging his penis. At first we just let the water wash over us taking most of the lather off, then we began removing some of it ourselves. Once practically all of it had be rinsed away, Michael's dick was hard again. I looked down it lasciviously, licking my lips.

"You want fucking again?" Michael grinned. I nodded. "Turn over," he commanded. I did, getting up on my hands and knees. I assumed he was going to fuck me from behind and it turned out I was right - to an extent. Michael positioned himself behind me with his hips at my bottom. I moaned in anticipation waiting for his cock to enter me. As my mind went off into reveries, thinking of imagined sensation to come, I vaguely sensed Michael parting my bottom cheeks. Before I could process this information, I felt his cock at my arsehole and he pushed in purposefully. Amazingly, with one smooth movement he was deep up my arse with his balls banging against my cheeks. 

"Oh fuck yes," I moaned in ecstasy, feeling my bottom full of his penis. 

"You've needed this for a while haven't you?" Michael growled. "Haven't you, you horny bitch? Ever since you went home. That's why you had to buy a butt plug isn't it? What were you thinking when you pushed that toy up your ass? Were you thinking of my cock? Were you wishing it was me in your ass?" 

"Yes, yes I was," I gasped as he began to move in and out of my anus. "It's not long enough and it's not big enough. It did the job until you got here but it's not the same. It's not the same at all." 

"Lovely girl," grunted Michael as he increased the pace of his fucking. "Lovely, horny bitch. You fucking love it. You love having me fuck your ass. And I love fucking your ass." He sped up further, pounding my arse with his penis, his scrotum slapping against my bottom and thighs. He brought his hands to my tits and squeezed them hard, taking as much of their mammoth size as he could into his palms, rubbing and squeezing my hard, erect nipples. I had begun making animalistic noises. Howling and mewling my pleasure to the room, I pushed my bottom frantically back at Michael's cock wanting him as deep in my arse as he could go. 

I felt the tell-tale signs of a squirting orgasm build and hastened to warn Michael of its approach. "Michael," I panted with difficulty as he banged his dick into my anus, "I'm going to squirt." 

"Oh God yes," he groaned, "Please, please do. I want to empty my balls into your ass and feel you squirt your cum everywhere. I'm so fucking close. Don't come yet." With some discomfort, I held on to my climax as Michael pounded me, building to his own. "Going to come," he grunted, "Going to fill your ass. Come with me." I felt him shoot his cum up my arse, deep into my bowels and dived gratefully into my own orgasm. With a loud, high-pitched shriek, I came, squirting and spraying juice everywhere. I howled my pleasure as it continued to overwhelm me. Panting, gasping and crying out, my body jerked and spasmed as my cunt shot jets of cum all over the floor of the wet room. Michael held me as I trembled, my body shaking with ecstasy. We continued to stay there like that for some time. Me, on hands and knees, still shaking with the force of my climax and Michael behind me, holding me close, massaging my huge tits gently as I recovered, both of us kneeling in a huge pool of my cum.



Michael Ch. 05



Louisa has met and fallen in love with Michael on holiday in Spain. He has awakened a sexual desire in her that she hadn't realised existed. During their time together, they have indulged in many activities together including straight sex, oral and anal and Michael has introduced Louisa to the delights of threesomes and double penetration. They have also discovered that Louisa can ejaculate which she now does most times she climaxes. The previous chapter had Michael visiting Louisa in England where they had oral, straight and anal sex in Louisa's downstairs wet room and Louisa is now returning the visit by going to America to see Michael.

I looked around eagerly as I dragged my case through the airport arrivals. I'd told Michael not to meet me at baggage claim because I wanted a bit of time to myself to freshen up. I'd nipped into a washroom, ostensibly to brush my hair, wash my face and touch up my make up but in reality, also to change the trousers and knickers I was wearing for a skirt and thong. I wasn't waiting for long as I heard Michael call my name and before I knew it, he was bending down to kiss me softly but passionately. I managed to stop myself getting carried away in public and pulled away before his kiss had the usual effect on my loins.

"It's great to see you," Michael smiled. "It's been far too long."

"It's been a week!" I exclaimed. This was true. Michael's plane had left England for the States seven days ago and I had made arrangements to fly over to see him almost immediately.

"Exactly," laughed Michael. "It's been too long. Come on - let's get the hell out of here."

He took my hand in his and took over control of my case as we left the airport to get to the car park. Pretty soon he was putting my case in the boot of his Audi, we were strapping on our seatbelts and setting off to Michael's apartment. I shot Michael a couple of hot looks as we pulled out of the car park. He looked better than ever to me with his sunglasses on and the wind ruffling his hair through the open window. The second time I did this, he noticed. "Stop looking at me like that woman," he teased. "I'm trying to concentrate."

"Can't help it," I shrugged wantonly. "You turn me on. I admit it. If I even see you across the room my breathing quickens. Being in this close proximity, well..." I slid my skirt up my thighs and parted my legs slightly. My implication was obvious. In fact it wasn't so much an implication as a smack in the face spelling out.

"Shish Louisa," he muttered. I loved that he always called me Louisa. Rob had often referred to me as Lou during the stay in Spain but Michael never called me anything but Louisa. I was the same. Rob and Chris had both called Michael "Mike" several times but I only ever thought of him as Michael. "It's nearly an hour's drive back to my apartment. You want to stop off somewhere?" he questioned.

"How easy would that be?" I asked in excitement.

"Not that easy but I can probably find somewhere fairly safe, fairly quickly. At least quicker than an hour," Michael winked at me. "It's okay darling, I want it too."

About a quarter of an hour later we were off the interstate and pulling into a distant space in a fairly deserted parking lot. It didn't look that salubrious but I didn't care by this point. We looked at each other and without speaking clambered into the back seat. Barely thirty seconds had passed and I was sitting on Michael's dick with my thong panty thrust to one side and my skirt up round my waist moaning my arousal. It was a very quick fuck. Well under ten minutes and I was collapsing over Michael's chest trying to keep my usual loud screams of climax down as he pumped his own orgasm deep into me. We kissed fiercely as the last throes of ecstasy subsided and heard applause from outside the car. Michael hadn't wound the window up and my efforts to be quiet hadn't been entirely successful.

As we looked up sheepishly, we saw a couple of young guys in their early twenties. I blushed but felt incredibly horny, realising that they'd been watching us. "Fair play Mister," said the older of the two to Michael through the window. "That was some seeing to you gave her. She really comes hard doesn't she? That was fucking hot man."

"Bugger off," grinned Michael. "We need to get going."

"Hey okay man," the young guy replied. I noticed he was really cute. They both were. "Just congratulating you on your performance. And your choice of girlfriend," he winked over at me. I blushed again but smiled at the same time.

"Get back in the front Louisa," Michael whispered to me, readjusting his underwear and pulling his zip back up. I pulled my thong back into position. Michael got out of the car and I heard him exchange a few words with the two boys though I couldn't tell what he was saying. The boys grinned and walked away while Michael got back into the driver's seat. "No harm done," he smiled and started the car again.

By the time we reached Michael's apartment I was really tired. My flight had landed at 9.30 pm local time and it was now nearly 11.30 which meant it would be half four in the morning back home. Add in our impromptu exertion on the way back and I was exhausted now. My pussy said I still wanted to fuck. My brain said sleep. For the first time since I'd been with Michael, my brain won. "I need to sleep," I told Michael apologetically. "I'd really like to have sex again but I need to sleep."

"No problem," Michael looked at me tenderly. "You look spent. You should rest. You need to be full of energy tomorrow."

"I thought you were at work." I was confused. "Isn't that what you said?"

"It is," Michael confirmed. "I meant later. I'll be back by six and I want you ready."

"Ready, how?" I asked.

"Not now, you're too tired. I'll leave you some instructions. Now let me show you your room." Now I was really confused. My room? Michael burst out laughing. "Your face," he said through his laughter. "Of course it's the same as mine." He led me across the hall, pulling my suitcase behind him and into a large, tasteful room with a super king sized bed. "I wouldn't try and unpack anything tonight babe," he advised me. "You'll have plenty of time tomorrow when I'm out. Just get undressed and get into bed. I'll be in soon but if you're asleep I won't wake you." I did as he suggested, not even looking for any nightwear. I clambered between the sheets naked and was asleep in minutes. I didn't hear Michael come to bed but I was aware of his warm body next to me and his arms around me when I briefly woke during the night.

When I woke up it was nearly eleven o'clock in the morning. I'd slept for over eleven hours and felt really refreshed. I was alone in the apartment and I sprang out of bed and into the en-suite shower. Half an hour later I felt ready for anything. Shame Michael was at work I thought ruefully. I went into the kitchen and poured some juice. There was a note on the breakfast bar so I read it. There was some general info about getting around town if I wanted to go out and what was in the apartment if I wanted to stay in. Then, towards the end, there were some more specific instructions. I read them with increasing arousal.

By ten to six I was ready. Michael had told me to be dressed sexily and not in very much but to be mainly covered. I had chosen a black halter-neck negligee which was almost sheer and didn't do an awful lot to conceal my big breasts, together with a tiny black lace G-string. At six on the dot there was a key in the lock. I was sitting on the sofa with my legs curled under me as Michael came in through the door. He surveyed my appearance. "Very, very nice," he purred. "Although that negligee doesn't cover a lot does it?"

"It's not quite sheer," I argued. "And it covers all of me unless you look closely."

"Hey I don't mind at all," Michael held his hands up. "Although why you think anyone's not going to look at you closely when you're wearing that I have no idea." He laughed affectionately. "I need a quick shower babe. I was hoping to get one at the office but the afternoon meeting overran."

"Want some company?" I asked suggestively. Michael laughed again.

"Baby I'd love some but there's no time. And you're all dressed up," he said regretfully as he went into the bedroom and I heard the shower water start running.

I was puzzled. No time? What did that mean? Michael hadn't said anything about going out in the note had he? I went to where I'd left it and perused it again. No, nothing. Anyway, why would he have told me to dress like he had if we were going out? And why had he told me to dress like that anyway? Granted, he'd seemed pretty pleased with my efforts when he'd come in but now he'd dived in the shower. Maybe he was going to show me his full appreciation when he came out. I stretched luxuriously at the prospect. Then the same question posed itself - why was there "No time"? I pushed the question from my mind and settled myself on the sofa again. Same position. Arms outstretched on the back, legs curled under me. I smiled thinking of Michael standing naked under a jet of hot water. I wished he'd let me join him. As I let my thoughts drift back to sex in the wet room, I was jerked back to reality by a key in the lock. My eyes flashed across to the doorway and came to rest on a complete stranger.

He was a very attractive stranger. Thick brown hair and very blue eyes were the first things I noticed. He was about six feet tall I'd guess and early to mid thirties. His expression lit up as he looked at me. "You must be Louisa," he stated. "I'm very, very, very pleased to meet you." He wandered over to the sofa and put out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Dan," he smiled.

"You're right, I'm Louisa," I gulped nervously as I took his hand and shook it. I was very aware of my state of relative undress and realised what Michael had meant about the negligee not covering much. I thought I could also guess what he'd meant by no time too. Clearly Dan was going be an active participant in the night's activities. I couldn't say I was unhappy by this development but it had shaken me a bit. I saw Dan's frank look of both appreciation and arousal as he took in my appearance more fully. His eyes rested for some time, as most men's usually did, on my huge tits, barely covered by semi-sheer material.

"Mind if I sit down?" Dan asked. I shook my head. He sat down next to me on the sofa and leaned in slightly. "Hope you don't mind if I say this but you're an absolute knockout Louisa. Mike didn't tell me too much. Just that you were real cute and up for most things. I mean I assumed the latter. Not many girls would be okay with their boyfriend sharing them with a mate they'd never met before. But you're not just real cute, you're gorgeous. And those..." he gestured shyly towards my tits, "I've never seen anything like them."

Before I could reply, I heard a door shut. It was Michael. Clad in a pair of jeans and short sleeved white shirt. A tad over-dressed I thought. As was Dan. Considering I was almost nude. "Half six Dan," Michael said reproachfully although he was half smiling. "I said half six."

"I know," Dan apologised. "The traffic was much easier than I thought - what can I say?" he grinned sheepishly.

"It's fine," Michael reassured him. "Just that I thought I might have had time to brief Louisa before you got here." That was naughty I thought. Dan hadn't needed to know that I hadn't been filled in on the plans for the evening. I'd disguised my surprise pretty well considering. And Dan seemed a little shy. He'd be taken aback by the thought that I hadn't known he was coming especially as he'd come right out and told me that Michael had offered to share me with him. I was right. Dan looked aghast.  "She didn't know?" he asked shocked. "Oh shit Louisa," he turned to me, "If I'd known that I'd never have said..." he indicated my tits again, "And I'd never have mentioned that about sharing you."

"You told her that?" Michael laughed loudly. "Sorry Louisa. I should have pre-warned you but I thought you might like the surprise."

"I do," I purred. "I like it very much." I looked up at Dan sexily through half closed eyes. Michael grinned as Dan gulped, partly with nerves and partly with arousal.

"Well, as the situation seems fully out in the open now, perhaps you might like to undress my girlfriend," Michael informed Dan. "I'm sure you've had a good preview of what's on offer. Why don't you reveal the main feature?" I nodded encouragingly at Dan as he looked enquiringly at me with a slightly anxious look on his face. I stood up and indicated that Dan should do the same. He did and I turned to face him, standing as tall as I could in my high heels with my shoulders back and my enormous tits out.

"Fuck," breathed Dan as he looked me over again. He moved closer to me. "Shall I pull it over your head or..."

"It's a halter neck Dan," I told him. "You can just untie it and it'll fall off." He moved his hands to the ties. I thought he might fumble but he was surprisingly efficient as he undid the string fastenings. You've done that before, I thought. I was glad. It augured well for later events. The negligee did indeed just fall to the floor, leaving me standing tall with my huge breasts pushed towards Dan as he gazed down.

"Oh wow," he murmured, staring at my tits, unable to take his eyes away. "They are unbelievable."

"You'd better believe them Dan," laughed Michael who had come up behind me and snaked his arms around my torso, gently fondling my rack. "You're gonna get pretty familiar with them tonight. Okay sweetie," he continued. "That G-string is sexy as hell. Leave it on. Come on let's go through."

Earlier in the day as I'd explored Michael's sizeable apartment, I'd come to a door that was locked. It was that door we came to now. Michael got out a key. "Only just kitted this room out," he said. "Wasn't sure what to do with it. Not really big enough for anything." He looked at me meaningfully, "Till I met you." He opened the door and we walked through. I wasn't expecting what I saw. The only thing in the room was what looked like a doctor's examination couch complete with stirrups. It was double the width of the average couch but otherwise it was just the same. "Up you get," Michael instructed me, half lifting me on to it. "Lie back."

I positioned myself in the centre of the couch and reclined on the tilted backrest. I glanced up a the stirrups. "Do you want me to...?" I nodded upwards. Behind Michael, Dan inhaled sharply. The idea of me, legs akimbo in those stirrups obviously appealed.

"No," Michael said. Dan looked disappointed. "Not yet," Michael added with an impish look over his shoulder. "Okay," Michael said matter of factly. "Before you get stuck in, I think I'd better show you what she can do. You want to stand about here I think." Michael placed Dan by my hips, close to my pussy but in a position in which he was unlikely to be splashed by any of my juice should I squirt. Which I knew Michael was going to put all his energies into getting me to do. "Now..." he took his stance at the bottom of the table and surveyed me. "Actually I think we will have your legs in those stirrups but only loosely." he adjusted them, put my legs into them so it wasn't uncomfortable and dropped the bottom third of the table. My bottom was still well-placed but Michael was able to get much better access to my cunt, which needless to say was now secreting copious amounts of creamy fluid onto the inadequate triangle of lacy material covering it.

Dan was transfixed. He couldn't tear his eyes away from between my thighs. "Pretty sight, yes?" Michael asked playfully.

"Oh God yes," moaned Dan, not moving his gaze. "It's the best view I've ever had."

"Lift your bottom sweetheart," Michael ordered me. I obliged and he tugged my G-string to one side so that my pussy was exposed. "Oh that's nice. That's gorgeous." A sigh from Dan indicated agreement. Michael, taking care not to block Dan's view at all, began his ministrations. He pulled my labia as far apart as they would go and inserted two fingers into my dripping twat. "You could come in a heartbeat couldn't you darling?" Michael whispered. "But I'm concerned it wouldn't be hard enough so we need to get this right." He added a third finger and I began my customary moaning.

"She's loud," Dan observed. "Is she always loud?"

"She's a screamer," grinned Michael. "It's got us into trouble once or twice, hasn't it babe?" I flushed, remembering the visit of the police in Spain and groaned loudly again as Michael rapidly moved his three fingers in and out of my cunt which made squelching sounds as my liquid sloshed around inside.

"Fuck, isn't she wet?" Dan sounded incredulous. "She bubbling with juice. I've never seen a girl that wet."

"That's nothing," Michael smirked. "You wait." He pushed his fingers as deep as they would go, probing, searching for my G-spot. I cried out, gasping my excitement as he added a fourth finger which meant he could go deeper. I could feel middle and forefinger pushing against my cervix seeking that pleasure area which would have me writhing with elation. His thumb moved towards my clitoris which was now very erect, more than it had ever been. This had also been noticed by Dan.

"Oh crap," he grunted. "Is that her...? It's sticking right up. It looks like a little cock." He was right. My clit was really protruding from my vulva, it was very, very swollen and engorged and as Michael's thumb gently rested on it, I almost came, controlling my orgasm with the utmost difficulty.

"Good girl," encouraged Michael nodding his approval. Meanwhile, his fingers had found the magic place deep inside me. It wouldn't be long now and I could come for real. My twat was still making those obscene squelching noises as Michael manoeuvred his fingers and hand within my vagina. He pushed his middle finger insistently at my G-spot and, as usual, used his other hand push press lightly on my pelvis. It was enough. With Dan looking on in utter disbelief and extreme arousal, I began a huge orgasm. Michael quickly removed his hand from my cunt as I arched my pelvis upwards again and again, bucking wildly on the couch with my legs still in the stirrups, thrashing my upper half from side to side. I screamed my rapture as cascades of cum erupted from me splashing out onto the floor. Dan cursed and groaned as the sight of me writhing and convulsing on the couch while spraying floods of ejaculate feet into the air caused him to come in his pants. My orgasm rolled on and on as I carried on spurting streams of liquid. I was crying out over and over again, almost weeping with the force of it. It was the longest squirting come I'd done yet and I wasn't sure I could take much more as my body twitched and threshed. Michael simply held onto me as I juddered through the last of my climax, stroking my face, kissing my forehead and making soothing noises while the very last couple of squirts jetted onto the granite tiles.

"Right," asserted Michael once Dan had removed his sodden trousers and underwear. "Ready to have a try yourself?" 



Michael Ch. 06



Louisa met Michael on holiday in Spain and is now deeply involved with him both sexually and emotionally. He has introduced Louisa to many new sexual acts including anal sex, threesomes and double penetration. He's also shown Louisa that she can squirt and invited his friends and some strangers to get in on the action. This last will be explored further in the current chapter. In the previous chapter, Louisa and Michael had a quick fuck in the back of Michael's car in a parking lot on the way back from the airport. They were watched by two young guys who enjoyed what they saw. Michael spoke to them briefly afterwards but Louisa didn't hear what was said. She's about to find out...

I had now been in America for four days. After the first mad evening during which Dan joined us and I was intimately "examined" on Michael's large medical couch that he had basically bought for my benefit, things had been dialled down a bit. Michael and I still fucked pretty much every which way and I had still come many, many times, often squirting but it had been somewhat tamer than that first night. One thing events of the past four days had confirmed with a vengeance though is that I had definitely become a huge fan of anal. It was getting to the stage when if I didn't have a hard cock up my arse at least once during sex I would feel short changed.

Michael was at work so I let my memories settle back on that threesome with Dan. He'd seemed pretty shy at first and was certainly a little shocked while watching Michael finger me to a huge, squirting orgasm but he'd recovered quickly. He'd had no problem joining in the action once he'd got over the surprise of seeing me ejaculate so powerfully. We'd then had a night of wild sex in which I'd been soundly fucked by them both although I hadn't been double teamed as such. I remembered being arse fucked by Dan as I sucked Michael off but I hadn't been fucked by them both together. I smiled mischievously. Maybe that was something that could be rectified - I was here for a month.

I'd got a feeling that Michael had planned something different for the evening ahead. He'd told me to "dress up" again which he hadn't done since Dan had joined us. I'd had a long bath, rubbed myself down with vanilla and frankincense scented body lotion then dressed myself in a white sheer negligee and tiny briefs. The negligee had straps that tied on the shoulders giving easy access to my massive tits. It had an elasticated waist which meant that it wouldn't just fall off but I kind of liked that idea. The knickers weren't a thong panty but they weren't far off. They were also crotchless. I'd bought them on a whim during the ten days that Michael and I had first been apart; I wondered what he would make of them.

Michael was due home any minute. I sat on the sofa in my usual position with my legs curled under me and my strappy high sandals just visible. Sure enough, I had just adjusted my seat when I heard a key in the lock. Michael entered the apartment and looked at me. "Oh God yes," he breathed, taking in my appearance. "Yes and again yes." He grinned at me. "I'm gonna take a shower babe - you know the routine."

"Company or not?" I queried. On previous nights I'd joined Michael for his after work shower and we'd fucked under the water. It was always a fabulous experience. However, on the night that Dan had joined us, Michael had showered alone. I wasn't sure what I wanted the answer to be. Fucking in the shower was always amazing but if Michael didn't want company that would probably mean that we were both going to get company of another sort and soon.

The latter seemed more likely given the way I was dressed and I wasn't surprised to hear Michael reply in the negative. "I need a quick shower babe," he informed me, "And they don't tend to be quick when you're with me." I smiled at the memories. "Now," Michael continued, "There's a chance the doorbell might go while I'm in the shower. If it does, answer it will you. You can look through the peephole - you'll know if you want to let them in or not. I think you will." He winked at me with a fiendish look on his handsome face and went to shower.

I was left at a bit of a loose end. All dressed up and nowhere to go you might say. I tripped round the apartment in my stilettos idly wondering about the possibilities for the night ahead. Maybe Michael had invited Rob to join us again. This was an enticing prospect. I liked Rob - he was a nice guy and more to the point, he was sexy and impressively endowed. He hadn't fucked my arse yet - that was something we could do if it was him. The doorbell rang. I went to answer it. I flipped the metal covering away from the peephole and looked through. It wasn't Rob. In fact it took me a few seconds to realise who it was. Then I knew - it was the boys from the parking lot! Shit. That must have been what Michael had been doing when he'd spoken to them outside the car after they'd watched us fuck. He'd arranged for them to come round in a few days to join us.

I was actually very nervous as I opened the door. This was another step further. By allowing them in myself, dressed as I was, I was essentially already giving carte blanche to anything that might happen later. Previously any group activity had been in Michael's control. While he had set up this encounter, the fact that I was actually letting the guys in changed the dynamics somewhat. Not that it stopped me. I took a deep breath and pulled the door open. 

"Come in both of you," I tried to keep my voice steady as I welcomed them. The older of the two entered first. At a guess he was 23/24 years old. The younger one followed. He couldn't have been more than 20. They were both silent as they came through the door taking in my appearance with a mixture of disbelief and appreciation. Which one of us would have spoken first had we been left to our own devices any longer I don't know but at that point Michael emerged from the bedroom.

"Happy with things?" he asked the boys.

"Hell yeah," the older one answered still staring at my body encased in its sheer negligee. "Hell yeah." The younger one merely nodded also staring. He looked like he might never speak again.

"Louisa, this is Tony and this is Paul," Michael indicated first the older then the younger guy. "Guys, this is Louisa. As you've probably already guessed from the parking lot and the way she looks now, she's a hot piece of ass." 

The guys laughed breaking the ice. "Is she really okay with this?" Paul, the younger man, spoke for the first time.

"Hey, you can talk to me too you know," I said encouragingly. "Yes, I'm really okay with this. Whatever "this" is. I had no idea you were coming round but now you're here it's fine." I paused. "More than fine. I'm looking forward to it. All of it."

"Oh yeah baby," Tony murmured. He still hadn't taken his eyes from my body. Neither of them had.

"We should go through," Michael said indicating the way out of the living room and down the hallway to the room where the couch was. I inhaled sharply. Michael looked at me in concern. "You okay with this sweetheart? You know I'd never get you to do anything you didn't really want to do. If you're dubious at all we can rethink."

"No, I'm fine," I reassured him. "Realisation just hit that's all. I'm absolutely fine now. Like I said, I'm looking forward to it." I smiled my reassurance at Tony and Paul who had looked a bit alarmed at Michael's words. I guess they were worried that having been promised a good fuck it was going to be snatched away. No chance. I wanted these young studs. I wanted them badly.

Michael opened the door. The room was no longer kept locked. Now that I knew what was inside there was no need. In fact, while Michael was at work, I sometimes lay on the couch with my feet in the stirrups and masturbated. It was easy to bring myself off that way. The position of my legs meant my pussy was so easy to access and the thought of how I must look, lying back with my legs apart and in the air, my cunt exposed for the world to see and my hand wanking my clit was a huge turn on. Paul and Tony were a little surprised I could see but their surprise quickly changed to satisfaction as they took in the possibilities. With no need for talk, I hopped up onto the couch and awaited further instruction.

"Undo your straps babe," Michael purred. "Time the boys saw your tits. You okay with that?" He looked across at them. They nodded enthusiastically, grinning their pleasure. I moved my hands to first one strap then the other and untied them slowly. Holding the material over my breasts at first, I silently moved my hand and let it fall. The effect was instantaneous. Both guys caught their breath as my enormous boobs were exposed.

"Shit," they both breathed simultaneously.

"Can we touch them?" Tony asked, gesturing towards my swollen mammaries. Paul stood dumbstruck, mesmerised by the sight.

"Sure," Michael replied. "That's okay isn't it sweetheart?"

"More than okay," I sighed. "If someone doesn't touch me soon I'll explode."

Tony moved hesitantly towards me indicating that Paul should do the same. They took positions on either side of the couch. "You should join her up there," Michael advised. "There's plenty of room." They did so, Tony to my left and Paul to my right. Once up there, their hesitancy vanished. Tony grasped my breast in his hand and began to caress it roughly. Paul lowered his mouth to my other breast and sucked on my nipple. I sighed with satisfaction as I savoured the feeling of having two young bucks suck and fondle my huge tits. The boys began to take the initiative.

"I gotta have those tits," Paul grunted while he mouthed the one he currently had. "I just gotta." He heisted himself up and straddled my waist then he put his cock between my massive rack. Tony moved down the couch and nudged my knees up and apart so that the skirt of my negligee fell down my thighs and my knickers were exposed.

"Shit, they're crotchless!" Tony exclaimed in delight as my thighs fell further apart. This brought Michael to the table and he stared down at my knickers in surprised relish.

"You naughty girl," he muttered, grasping first one leg then the other and placing them in the stirrups. "I think you'll have easier access now," he informed Tony. "And it's not like she doesn't want you to see." He then passed Paul a bottle of oil. "Use that," he commanded. "It'll be much easier to slide up and down between her tits. Grease your cock with it."

I was now reclining on the couch with my legs in the air and apart and Tony gazing down at my cunt, with the outer region still covered by white lace but with most of my vulva, my vagina and my clitoris exposed due to the split crotch. Meantime, Paul was straddling my upper body with his now-greased penis between my huge breasts. Moaning, I pushed my tits around Paul's dick, encasing it in soft, swollen flesh. He groaned. "Oh God that is just the best. I'll never feel anything better than those tits round my cock." Don't speak too soon, I thought. You haven't felt my arse yet. Tony meanwhile was putting his hand to good use. My clit was clearly erect again as I felt his fingers tickle and tease it. I gasped loudly as he pulled and flicked the sensitive little organ. Not so little either. I sensed it was growing by the second.

"Fuck," I heard Tony say. "Her clit's massive. I gotta suck on it." He did. Next second I felt his mouth around my engorged clitoris and he sucked expertly. I moaned louder and thrust my cunt towards his mouth. "Oh yeah baby," Tony breathed. "You push that pussy into my mouth. You taste fucking sweet girl."

Further up, Paul was really going at my tits. I was having a bit of trouble keeping them pushed round his penis as he kept up a rapid onslaught, thrusting wildly between them. He was grunting his rapture noisily as he thrust, making the kind of animalistic noises I was familiar with. Tony had stopped sucking at my clit and was lightly brushing it with his finger while his tongue lapped at my cunt and snaked its way into my vagina. Fuck, the sensations were getting too much. I had a 20 year old boy ramming his dick between my tits and a 24 year old one lapping at my pussy. And I was 38! I let out an extremely loud groan as all thoughts and feelings merged. Paul banging my tits, Tony sucking at my twat and the fact that they were both so young was enough to trigger my orgasm.

I screamed my frenzied euphoria and came in Tony's waiting mouth. While I didn't squirt, I gushed fluid all over his face, my knickers and the couch. I rammed my cunt up to his face, jerking it up trying to get him to take more of it. Paul shouted his climax too as he began to spill his load all over my tits. "Oh fucking shit!" he yelled as jet after jet ejaculated from his penis while I thrust my twat up to Tony's mouth. Tony had his hands under my bottom cheeks and was keeping his mouth in position despite my frenzied bucking. Eventually, our orgasms were finished and I sagged back on the couch as Paul rolled off me, spent.

"I hope you don't think you're finished," Michael reproached me. "Tony's just given you one hell of an orgasm. You should return the favour." I looked up quizzically while Paul lay exhausted next to me. "Suck him off baby, show him what that talented mouth of yours can do." I obliged, moving down the couch to where Tony's large cock stood erect and waiting. I turned over so that I was lying on my front and brought my mouth to the head of his penis. He was tall so we matched perfectly and Tony moaned as I inserted his cock into my mouth. I've mentioned before that I am pretty good at sucking men off. However, my talents weren't really called into question this evening. Tony was obviously turned on as hell from the action that had already taken place. I swallowed his seven and a half inch cock hungrily and started to move it in and out of my mouth, using my tongue round the shaft and end as I usually did. Tony moaned and sighed as I sucked him, bumping his cock forwards to complement my own movement. It didn't take long for Tony's moaning to increase in volume but just before he came in my mouth, I felt kisses and a soft tongue on my bottom. Paul had woken up and was rimming me gently. I moaned in response and surreptitiously rubbed my cunt into the couch. Before I could stimulate myself properly though, Tony erupted into my mouth with a shout. Wow he could come that boy. He didn't quite match Michael for fluid explosion but it was close. I swallowed as much as I could - nearly all of it in fact and looked up at him lustfully.

"Better?" I questioned.

"Oh fuck yeah," gasped Tony from above me. "I needed that."

"I hope you have a quick recovery rate," Michael said. "I can see your friend's already back up and raring to go. She's not been fucked yet. Why don't you both do the honours?"

"Both?" Tony queried.

"Well she's got two holes hasn't she. Use them both."

"Do you do that?" Paul asked me in disbelief. "Will you take us both? Do you take it up the ass?"

"I love it up the arse." I replied - I still held onto the British pronunciation of the word. "I think I like it better than straight sex."

"She's not joking," Michael assured him. "She's a fucking anal slut. Why don't you carry on what you were doing to her ass to give your friend a bit more time to recover. Not that he's doing badly." Michael sounded impressed as he glanced at Tony's penis which was already hardening again. Paul went back to my arse. I got up on my knees to give him easier access and he parted my buttocks. I savoured the feeling of him sucking on my anus and jabbing his tongue against it. He was good at this.

"You've done this before," I stated looking behind me.

"Not really," Paul replied shyly, looking up from my arse. "I tried it on an ex-girlfriend once. I liked doing it but she wasn't a fan so we didn't really..."

"That's a shame," I sighed as his tongue returned to my arsehole. "You're naturally talented." I meant it too. His tongue was provoking some fabulous sensations. I bucked my arse back at his mouth to indicate my satisfaction.

"Okay, I think Tony's ready," Michael interrupted our pleasure. "Which way are you going to do this?"

"I should probably do her pussy," Tony said. "I'm a bit bigger than Paul. I don't want to hurt her."

"You won't," Michael reassured. "She takes my cock easily and I'm a bit bigger than you. Still, I think you're right. By the looks of things, Paul might be as much of an anal slut as Louisa." He laughed. "What d'you say Paul? Fancy getting your cock up Louisa's ass? Ever fucked up the ass before?"

"No," gasped Paul, looking at my bottom in a new light while his eyes lit up. Evidently he was in favour of the idea.

"Now's your chance boy," Michael grinned. Then he said in a lower voice close to Paul's ear, "You're in good hands. Or rather good ass. She loves it."

"I should lie on the couch right?" Tony checked the best way to do this.

"No I don't think so," Michael replied. "She's always getting her ass fucked from above. I think you guys should do it from below. You lie back Paul and put this on." Paul lay back, his penis stiff as a board standing up in front of him and slid a condom over it. "Now grease his cock Louisa," Michael directed, handing me a tube of lube. I squeezed a fair amount on my hands and slathered it onto Paul's penis while he sighed with contentment. "Now," Michael continued his direction, "Pull your knickers to the side and hold your bottom cheeks apart Louisa, then slide down onto Paul's dick. Slowly." I did as instructed. Fuck it felt good. I thrust my knickers off my arse and rudely to one side then held my buttocks as wide apart as I could and felt the head of Paul's penis nudging my anus. I pushed down and felt him slide into me. Without much effort, he was all the way in and I was sitting on his lap with his dick buried in my arse.

"Now part your thighs Louisa," Michael ordered me. I parted my thighs. "Okay Tony," Michael went on. "Get your cock covered and fuck her cunt." Tony did as instructed. With Paul's penis deep in my arse from below, Tony positioned himself between my parted legs and drove his hard cock into my twat from above. Oh God, new sensations, I thought. The feeling of being double penetrated when the dick in my arse was below me was different from the other way round but no less amazing. It wasn't going to take long for them to make me come I thought. I could feel it building already. Tony was thrusting madly into my cunt while Paul did his best to ram his cock into my arse underneath me. He wasn't doing a bad job considering his restricted position. Strong boy. I focused on both dicks inside me. Once again, I could feel both holes almost filled to capacity and the movement was unbelievable. 

"Oh God boys," I cried out, "Keep fucking my holes. I want to feel you come in both my holes while I come too." This was rapidly approaching reality. Both boys were speeding up and the noises they were making were getting louder. Mine too. I was starting to howl my ecstasy again; screaming, crying, cursing with jubilation as I was banged hard from both sides. Tony in particular seemed almost possessed as he rammed his cock as hard as he possibly could into my vagina. It was as though he was trying to split me in two. I didn't care. It felt so fucking good. I lunged my pelvis back and forth in rhythm with the guys' thrusts, alternately pushing my twat towards Tony and my bottom towards Paul. In the midst of all this, I felt Paul jerk up my arse and begin to come. This sent me over the top and my climax hit me. You can guess what happened.

"Pull out man," I heard Michael urge Tony. "Fucking pull out. Take that condom off and shoot on her tits." Tony pulled out of my cunt just in time. I shrieked at the top of my voice as I came and shot cum forward about six or seven feet.




Michael Ch. 06



"Oh my fucking God," grunted Tony watching me squirt my orgasm. With Paul's dick still deep in my arse I came again. This time, three or four more jets spurted almost as far. Tony made an incomprehensible sound and began to spurt his own come on my tits. 

"Oh yeah Tone," I heard Paul say from underneath me. "Shoot that load all over those massive tits." He did. Five, six, seven times he ejaculated his fluid onto my breasts and I felt Paul rub it in. This added sensation had its effect even now and I jerked and convulsed one more time spraying another jet of my own cum onto the couch and surrounding area.

I was close to losing my senses now and that final spasm did it for me. Covered in Tony's spunk and with Paul's penis still in my bottom, I passed out.