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Mrs Howard Spanks Mother and Daughter

2011-07-29T13:38:00.000-07:00

Mrs Howard spanks both Ellie and Marsha as she takes on discipline for the household

Mrs Collins brought Ellie home from camp knowing she had promised Mrs Howard she would give her 16 year old daughter a really hard spanking. “Put all your clothes in the linen basket Ellie, and then come straight to my bedroom” she instructed her daughter.

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Ellie knew her Mother had threatened to spank her and fully expected to have her knickers taken down and make the trip across the maternal lap, but it was her Mother of course, not Mrs Howard. A few spanks and it would be over. She knew Mrs Howard would be over later on and hoped she would give her a proper spanking, and afters.

Ellie did as she was told and walked into her Mothers bedroom.

“Knickers down and over my knee Ellie.”

Ellie huffed a bit but went across her Mother’s lap.

“I hope this teaches you a lesson” and she gave her daughter a spank.

Ellie cried out “it hurts Mum.”

“It’s supposed to” her Mother replied and gave her six more spanks.

“Why are you so naughty Ellie?” she asked.

“Dunno Mum, I just can’t help it. I’m sorry.”

“Are you really Ellie?” she asked.

“Sure Mum, promise.”

“I do so hate having to spank you. I know Mrs Howard doesn’t mind so maybe we’ll leave the rest of your spanking to her, eh? At least I did some.”

“Good thinking” Ellie replied.

Her Mum sighed with relief. “OK then, go on, pull your knickers back up. Mrs Howard will be here soon.”

Ellie walked back to her room, not believing what had just happened. She quite fancied being spanked, but her Mum never did keep her promises when it came to discipline. Mrs Howard did of course.

That afternoon Mrs Howard came to clean. The three women stood in the kitchen when she arrived.

Mrs Howard asked Mrs Collins “so, did you spank Ellie this morning as you said you would?”

“Oh, well, actually, I gave her quite a few spanks and then she really was apologetic.”

“How many spanks?” Mrs Howard asked.

“Oh about six or eight. Hard ones of course” she added trailing off.

“You are kidding me aren’t you?” Mrs Howard said. Ellie smiled.

“Erm well, no. I did say that you would spank her as well though.”

“I see” Mrs Howard said, looking cross.

She looked at Ellie dressed in her sleeveless pink top white shorts and thought how cute she was, as though butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but she knew better. The little minx has a sharp tongue and a bottom that needs constant reminders about how to behave, and a tongue that did wonders when let loose between Mrs Howard’s legs.

For now though she was her strict self and asked “let me get this straight Ellie, you were rude to your Mother on the phone when still at camp, she said she would spank you today, but she only gave you a few spanks?”

“I guess Mrs Howard,” Ellie said.

“But she said I would spank you as well?”

“Uh huh” Ellie responded.

“Right. Then I suppose it is up to me to discipline Ellie again. Ellie, go upstairs to your room. Get undressed, I mean everything, and stand facing the wall with your hands above your head and think about how naughty you were and what you deserve. I will be up shortly.”

When Ellie left the kitchen Mrs Howard turned to Mrs Collins. “So Marsha, you have failed again to take proper responsibility for your daughter’s discipline.”

“Sorry Mrs Howard” she said. She held her breath when she heard Mrs Howard call her Marsha. That meant she was in trouble, probably ending up across her knee herself.

“Right Marsha, I will go upstairs and deal with your daughter. You will do the cleaning downstairs as I can’t do both today.”

“Oh, but”

“No buts. I will spend an hour or so dealing with Ellie and then you and I will have a little heart to heart. Understood?

A downcast Marsha nodded and said quietly “yes Mrs Howard.”

“And Marsha, if you come upstairs to listen I will be really cross. Do you understand that as well?”

“Oh yes Mrs Howard, I won’t interfere at all.”

“Good.”

Mrs Howard watched as Marsha started to clean the oven before going upstairs. She walked in to Ellie’s room without knocking and found the 16 year old undressed, facing the wall and with her hands on her head.

“Good girl Ellie. Now come here” Mrs Howard demanded.

Ellie walked over to Mrs Howard and stood in front of her, not scared even though she knew she would be spanked very hard. She stood quite still and waited for instructions.

“You understand this will be a discipline spanking as well young lady.”

“Will there be anything else Mrs Howard?” Ellie so hoped she would use her strap on.

“Yes of course girl, don’t be dim on purpose” she snapped, then added “I do so enjoy the afters Ellie when you give me a present for disciplining you.”

Ellie was delighted. She had spent a whole week at camp and so needed her pain fix. She watched as Mrs Howard opened her bag and took out her strap.

Then Mrs Howard said “you know Ellie, I think this time I’ll get undressed as well. Just for a change.”

Ellie watched as Mrs Howard removed her short sleeved black blouse and unclipped her bra, and as the bra slipped down her arms Ellie smiled at the sight of Mrs Howard’s womanly breasts. Then Mrs Howard unbuttoned her off white linen trousers and pulled them down over her thighs, stepping out of them, followed by her skimpy knickers.

When Mrs Howard stood back up and looked at Ellie she snapped “take that smile off your face young lady. You won’t find my lap any more comfortable just because my legs will be bare.”

“And everything else” Ellie said.

“Enough Ellie, over you go” Mrs Howard demanded as she sat on the chair.

Ellie bent down across her lap and felt immediately how different this was. Her own skin touching Mrs Howard’s cool thighs. She squirmed around just to feel more of her skin.

Mrs Howard looked down at Ellie’s smooth back, her legs, and of course her pert little bottom which without doubt was her favourite bottom to spank. Ellie took the hardest spanking of everyone and whilst she cried like the best of them she also recovered the quickest and enjoyed the soreness as she gave Mrs Howard her present. This time she loved the feel of the 16 year olds bare flesh against her own bare thighs, as she knew she would, and felt the wetness begin between her legs.

Mrs Howard placed her hand on Ellie’s bottom and as she rubed so she slid her hand between Ellie’s legs and brushed her shaved hair mound, quickly telling that Ellie was moist as well, like herself, in anticipation of what will follow.

Ellie just knew she had surrendered control and Mrs Howard could decide whatever punishment was needed. The loss of control added to her satisfaction. Not knowing how long, how hard, just that she would be in tears and her bottom would be sore. She left it all to Mrs Howard.

The spanking started and Ellie was soon squirming as her bottom was warmed up by the indomitable Mrs Howard who was once again relishing inflicting pain on her young charge. The small bottom soon turned pink and then red, the 16 years old eyes soon filled with tears that ran down her cheeks, and the youngster forgot she was lying across bare thighs as the pain took over.

Mrs Howard enjoyed the sight of the naked Ellie. She spanked her bottom with one hand whilst stroking her back with the other, moving her hand around to her front and covering the 16 year olds breast, caressing it, squeezing her nipple for her own enjoyment as she continued to thrash the teenager, inflicting the pain, disciplining her.

Ellie became unaware through the pain that her breast was being caressed and stretched her arms out straight so she didn’t hinder Mrs Howard’s hand, but the pain was greater than the tender feel of her hand. She did squeeze her left arm behind Mrs Howard’s back and put her open palm of her waist. The bare skin felt good.

The hand spanking soon changed to the strap and much of the caressing stopped. The strap was harder to handle and caused Ellie rather more pain, especially those spanks across the tops of her legs. Both ladies focussed on the spanking now, the giving it and the receiving of it. Tears flowed, cries were yelled out, the lesson was being taught.

Mrs Howard put the strap down when she decided Ellie had indeed had enough. The crying continued. The reddened bottom stared up from her lap, her hands wandered around Ellie’s bottom, her legs, her inner thighs, and between her legs. Once Ellie started to think more about the hand between her legs than the spanking Mrs Howard eased her up so she was sitting on her lap.

“Kiss my breast Ellie” she said quietly and breathed heavily when the teenager’s lips encircled her nipple and kissed and licked and sucked as Mrs Howard stroked the teenager’s breast.

“On the bed Ellie” Mrs Howard commanded, tenderly now, as an equal rather than the disciplinarian.

They smiled at each other as they slid on to the bed and hugged, kissing, their tongues finding each other as their lips clasped each other.

Ellie stroked the older woman’s stomach, and her thighs until Mrs Howard whispered “go on Ellie, your fingers, put them inside me, use them, find my clit, work me.”

Ellie kept kissing as she fondled Mrs Howard’s vaginal lips and when they were moistened she slid two fingers inside and as Mrs Howard gasped with joy so she worked her fingers deeper, and longer, and soon enough Mrs Howard gasped with elation, shuddered in climax, and groaned with satisfaction.

Slowly she recovered, smiled at Ellie, kissed the teenager’s breast, and moved her own fingers down to Ellie’s pussy. It was her turn to bring her companion to orgasm and she did, expertly, smoothly, lovingly. Ellie was gasping for breath. Yes she had masturbated many times before but having someone else do it was so different, so exciting.

It was over too soon. Ellie lay on the bed and was only vaguely conscious of Mrs Howard standing up and getting dressed. She opened her eyes to see Mrs Howard, a dressed Mrs Howard, standing over her, hairbrush in hand, waiting. Ellie realised. Her discipline spanking. It was going to happen.

Ellie stood up and waited for Mrs Howard to tell her what to do. No hard feelings of course. She earned a discipline spanking and was going to get one.

“You have earned this Ellie. You were rude to your Mother again.”

“Sorry Mrs Howard, but I can’t help it, it’s just that it’s so easy.”

“I know Ellie. Your Mother is weak, remarkably so really, but I have a job to do and I will do it now. Get over again, and this time it will be rather harder than before.

When Ellie was in place Mrs Howard asked “how many of these did I give you last time Ellie?”

“120 Mrs Howard” Ellie said with a slight quiver in her voice which Mrs Howard heard and gave her cause to smile. The little brat wasn’t so smart now was she?

“Right then, so if I add a few for good measure let’s call it 125 shall we?”

Ellie had received a hairbrush thrashing several times before and the pain was horrendous. She gasped, which again made Mrs Howard smile as she looked at the naked teenager again lying prone across her lap, her bare bottom beautifully placed to allow maximum leverage. She was so going to enjoy making this 16 year old cry again.

“You do know it will do you good don’t you Ellie?”

“Will it Mrs Howard?”

“You take your spankings very well Ellie. It’s nice to have someone so receptive Ellie. You just grit your teeth and take whatever I give you. You can cry but that’s ok. The main thing is you see it as a lesson as much as anything else.”

Ellie wasn’t sure what to say so Mrs Howard just said “Ready?”

Ellie put both her arms behind her knowing Mrs Howard would bend both in to half nelsons and grip them hard so she couldn’t protect her bottom even if she wanted to.

Before Ellie could say anything the brush was raised high and brought down hard on the tender creamy bottom lying across the older woman’s lap and soon the room was filled again with the sound of Ellie’s gasps of pain. It was so much worse than the strap, being spanked with the hard unforgiving wooden paddle.

Soon Mrs Howard was keeping up the rhythm, Ellie was crying out in pain knowing her bottom was being smothered in bruises and was being turned bright red. She had lost count of the number of spanks but didn’t care. She just needed to get through all the spanks without begging to be let up. She never wanted to beg.

The spanking stopped without warning and Ellie was crying harder than she could ever rber. 125 spanks with the hairbrush. Just what will her bottom look like when she eventually gets in to the bathroom?

Slowly she recovered and Mrs Howard let her get up. She stood in front of Mrs Howard with her hands on her head waiting for her instructions, tears still streaming down her face, her bottom stinging, throbing even.

“You really are such a good girl Ellie” she said, as she slid her fingers between the 16 year olds legs and smiled as she felt her vaginal lips were much moister than before.

“Now listen young lady. I have to talk to your Mother about how come she didn’t spank you properly.”

“I don’t care about that Mrs Howard. It’s just a shame you can’t be my Mum and always be the one to spank me.”

Mrs Howard gave the 16 year old a hard stare, then softened and smiled and said “you may not enjoy that as much as you think. I don’t have any patience with naughtiness. You might just get spanked more than you expect. Now listen Ellie. I need you to stay upstairs whilst I go and discuss things with your Mum. You can listen but don’t come down. Understand?”

“Sure. What are you going to do? Why can’t I watch?

“Because it’s your Mum. Don’t make me say it again or you will go back over for another 125 with this” she snapped shaking the brush close to Ellie’s face.

Ellie recoiled.

“Now why aren’t you so well behaved with your Mum young lady?” Mrs Howard asked.

“Because I know you mean it Mrs Howard” she answered with some serious respect. “I really would like you to be my Mum and spank me all the time. I know you said I might not like it but I bet I would be better behaved” Ellie said with a sly smile.

“Too right” Mrs Howard agreed. “Now young lady don’t mess around any more. Go to the bathroom and then come straight back here, or else.”

Ellie nodded and left the room, still naked, and went to the bathroom whilst Mrs Howard went back downstairs. She found Mrs Collins in the lounge who looked up when Mrs Howard entered.

“Keep going Marsha, I didn’t tell you to stop did I?” She snapped.

Mrs Howard pulled out a chair and sat down and looked at Mrs Collins, wondering how a woman of 37 could be so weak when it came to discipline. Not like herself who was sexually aroused by giving a spanking someone particularly to someone she had feelings for. She knew though that not everyone enjoyed giving a spanking. Many people much preferred to be spanked, like Ellie. Even so this woman was weak.

“OK Marsha, come over here please” Mrs Howard ordered after watching her clean for several minutes. She wasn’t even good at cleaning she thought.

“So Marsha, tell me why you didn’t spank Ellie properly, after you and I discussed it and you said you would.”

“Well, I suppose I just didn’t like to, not with her having been away for a week and all and she did apologise.”

“You mean after half a dozen spanks knowing if she didn’t she would be likely to get lots more.”

Marsha knew the sense in that reasoning. “I suppose” she said quietly.

“I see. What happened to being a responsible parent? You can’t be a responsible parent and let your children get away with insolent behaviour you know.”

“Well, I don’t really think …”

“No you don’t do you” Mrs Howard snapped, then continued “Well I do, and I think that you need to be taught another lesson and one in fact I have just given your daughter.”

“Oh dear, I heard. There was a lot of screaming up there.”

“Yes Marsha, there was, but only from the Ellie who deserved every last spank. I wasn’t screaming was I?”

“Well I guess not.”

“Right then, take your skirt and knickers off, I am so cross with you so I’m going to spank you again and you know you really deserve this one, a lot.”

“Oh please don’t” she pleaded whilst at the same time taking her skirt off and pulling down her knickers. It hadn’t struck Mrs Howard before just how quickly Marsha got ready to be spanked, but yet again she had her bare bottom ready quick as a flash. That made her think.

“Stand in front of me Marsha, with your hands on your head please” she said quietly but with a firmness Marsha had no intention of disobeying. She stood quietly, respectfully, and waited. She breathed deeply as Mrs Howard started to stroke the inside of her thigh, edging her legs apart to invite her to stroke higher. She was enjoying this bit, even when she felt Mrs Howards hand brush her hair mound, even slide along her vaginal lips.

“I thought so. Looking forward to being spanked are you Marsha?” Mrs Howard suddenly asked.

“Pardon me …” Marsha started, stopping when she realised she had said too much.

“I knew once I felt just how moist you are. You’ve masturbated haven’t you, at the sound of me spanking Ellie. Answer me” she snapped as she drew her hand back and landed a forceful spank on the outside of Marsha’s leg.

Marsha let out a gasp and when she saw the hand drawn back again she cried out “yes, yes, I did masturbate. I’m so sorry.”

Mrs Howard let Marsha calm down before asking “why are you sorry?”

“Well, because it is wrong, to masturbate I mean, especially over my daughter.”

“Over your daughter or over me spanking your daughter?”

“Well, … oh, I see what you mean” Marsha said thoughtfully.

“There’s no shame in wanting to be spanked. Ellie likes to be.”

Marsha suddenly realised what Mrs Howard had said. “Does she like to be spanked?”

“Oh yes, but properly, not the way you do it, or not do it as the case might be” she added sarcastically.

“I didn’t realise. What about you?”

“I enjoy spanking people. Like Ellie, and others.”

“So you enjoy spanking me?”

“Well, not so fast. There is a difference. You can’t take a very hard spanking. Not like I enjoy giving. Ellie can.”

“You can teach me can’t you?” Marsha was entering territory she hadn’t properly thought through. She knew she had a hankering to be spanked though.

“I can. But that will take time.”

“Please Mrs Howard. Please teach me.”

Mrs Howard realised Marsha was seeing the green grass but didn’t know what she was letting herself in for. Maybe she could have some fun at her expense, and give Ellie the pseudo Mother she was looking for.

“Maybe I will, but I don’t just spank once or twice. If you want me to teach you then you have to accept my decision on your discipline all the time, not when you choose but when I say. Agreed?”

“Oh yes Mrs Howard.” Marsha was reaching the point of no return.

“What about Ellie? If you can’t bear spanking her then you need to accept that and make other arrangements. She still needs to be disciplined.”

Marsha thought for a moment and then suddenly had the best of ideas. “Yes you are right. I tell you what you can do it. All the time.”

“What, spank Ellie whenever she needs to be? Now that could work I suppose” Mrs Howard said trying to look thoughtful. She continued “Yes, that can really, but I would need to be in control, and make all discipline decisions.”

“That works for me. You can spank Ellie whenever she is naughty.”

“No Marsha. I mean I have to make the discipline decisions for both of you. I decide when you each get spanked, for how long, how hard, and with what implements.”

Marsha stopped a moment but decided she had to agree. Mrs Howard was making perfect sense and anyway if she wanted to be spanked she had no choice really did she? It wouldn’t work otherwise would it? “Yes of course” she said.

“Good” Mrs Howard said “in that case I will discipline you and Ellie from now on. Expect me to be strict.”

“Oh yes Mrs Howard, you must be very strict.”

Mrs Howard knew Marsha was getting carried away. Would she still think the same after her next spanking she wondered? Probably not, but she was going to make sure this weak woman couldn’t wriggle her way out of it. Mrs Howard despised weakness. Ellie had strength. Marsha was going to be just her whipping horse, at least until she found out if the 37 year old can withstand one of her hard spankings. She looked at the woman standing with her hands on her head, her knickers around her knees, discussing how she wanted to be thrashed like a little girl, not realising her daughter got afters and all she was going to get was a sore bottom.

“Don’t worry about that. You just worry about how much your bottom is going to hurt afterwards. I will start with what I gave Ellie. Get across my lap.”

“Oh right” Marsha enthused as she willingly bent across Mrs Howard’s lap. It felt good she thought as the carpet came up to meet her face and if Ellie could take it then there was no reason why she shouldn’t be able to.

Mrs Howard smiled at the back of Marsha’s head knowing Marsha wasn’t going to enjoy this one little bit. “125 spanks with this hairbrush Marsha, just like I gave Ellie upstairs. Bend your arms behind your back. Quickly.”

Mrs Howard didn’t mention the hand spanking she gave Ellie nor the strap. It was going to be a cold hairbrush spanking, and a painful one at that.

Marsha obeyed, and once Mrs Howard had her arms gripped firmly in half nelsons.

To rub in the barrassment Mrs Howard asked “Marsha tell me how old you are”

“I am 28 Marsha so you are being spanked by someone much younger than you. How about that?”

“That’s OK. I respect you.” Marsha said but her voice betrayed her lack of confidence.

“And you will respect all my decisions won’t you Marsha.”

“All your decisions Mrs Howard. Really I will, so you teach me well.”

Mrs Howard said “You know if I am going to spank you regularly I reckon Ellie should watch.” She knew once Marsha was spanked in front of her own daughter she would find it even harder to wrest back control.

“Surely not” Marsha pleaded. “I’m her Mother.”

“I thought you were going to be obedient Marsha?” Mrs Howard said brusquely.

“Sorry Mrs Howard. Of course. Whatever you say.”

Marsha was being really compliant now but was also feeling uncomfortable, lying across her cleaners lap, her arms pinned behind her back, her bare bottom about to be spanked, and still the discussion taking place, How much longer before she started she wondered?”

“Or do you simply mean, yes it’s my decision?” Mrs Howard demanded sharply.

“Yes, yes. It’s your decision Mrs Howard” Marsha conceded.

Mrs Howard shouted out “Ellie, down here, quickly.”

Ellie sprinted downstairs and stopped short as soon as she saw her Mother draped across Mrs Howard’s lap. Ellie took the view in. Her Mother hands held firmly in half nelson’s, her toes about three inches off the floor, her bare bottom neatly perched on Mrs Howard’s right thigh ready to be spanked, her knickers down around her knees.

Marsha looked up as Ellie walked in. Ellie noticed her Mother was blushing, the deepest reddest blush she had ever seen on her Mother’s face. Even then she knew that no matter how red her Mother’s face was with that blush, her bottom was going to be an even deeper red when Mrs Howard had finished thrashing her.

Ellie was the first to speak. “So you do spank Mum” she said in awe.

“Yes” Mrs Howard said “just like this” Mrs Howard added as she raised the hairbrush and brought it down smartly on Marsha’s left bottom cheek. Marsha screamed out. Ellie put her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp.

Mrs Howard pursed her lips, rested the hairbrush on Marsha’s bottom looked up at Ellie and said “I have agreed with your Mother that I will take responsibility for your discipline in future. Well actually for both you and her.”

Ellie’s mouth dropped open.

Mrs Howard continued “You will both have to behave in future or else suffer the consequences. If you are naughty you will get a spanking with this hairbrush and spend time in your bedroom facing the wall. Understood Marsha?”

“Yes Mrs Howard” came a quivering reply.

Mrs Howard looked at Ellie and smiled when she saw Ellie’s wide grin. “Do you understand as well Ellie? You will get exactly the same discipline spanking I gave you upstairs.” Mrs Howard asked sternly but still smiling. Marsha was looking at the floor and so did not see the smile, but just heard the stern tone.

“Oh yes Mrs Howard. Definitely” Ellie answered trying to use her most deferential voice, but knowing she could now look forward to many more spankings across Mrs Howard’s lap. It didn’t matter that many would be discipline spankings, as she reckoned there would be plenty of the other type, with afters and all.

“Good” Mrs Howard said, smiling, almost laughing, as she raised the hairbrush again, studied Marsha’s bottom, and thrashed it down relentlessly time and time again until the 37 year old was blubering like a child and her bottom was a very nice shade of bright red.

Mrs Howard said sharply “There have only been a couple of dozen spanks so far Marsha and there are dozens more to come, but here you are, crying already. I guess you will need much more training before you know how to take your punishment as well as your daughter does but don’t worry because I will be your cleaner for years to come so there is plenty of time.”

What do you say Marsha?”

Marsha gave a very wet reply as she said with a whimper “Yes Mrs Howard.”

Ellie had gone to stand by the wall away from the view of her Mother and when Mrs Howard looked across she saw the 16 year old had her hand down the front of her knickers and was getting off on the very sight of watching her Mother being spanked. She then made a motion at Mrs Howard with her hand, her thumb and finger in a circle massaging an imaginary penis. Mrs Howard knew that meant Ellie wanted her strap on, she smiled and nodded. Yes she would give the little minx the pleasure she desired straight after dealing with the same little minx’s Mother.

Mrs Howard looked down at Marsha’s bottom. It was now a burning red and she loved the way her bottom cheeks bounced when she thrashed the hairbrush down. Marsha was taking her punishment far better than she had expected, blubering for sure, but taking every spank. She felt her breast and realised her nipple was taut so was enjoying the experience, sexually if not the pain, and Mrs Howard thought she might just have got herself a new toy. A 37 year old woman who takes a hard spanking, and who knows what she will enjoy afterwards. Will it be a strap on, or a butt plug, maybe a vibrator. It will be fun finding out she thought. It always was.

LOVE INTOXICATED

2011-07-29T13:20:00.000-07:00

This is partly true...

Sigh…

Anne had been working for this financial company for nearly 10 years now; giving her all, actually too much to climb the leader of success. Now looking back she realize that’s she’s got what she wanted…she’s got a home, well a mansion, a booming career…yes that’s all she ever wanted, or was it? It suddenly dawns on her that something was amiss. And like may career woman; she knows it’s a man and possibly kids. Yes the now familiar empty feel always grips her heart the moment she walks into her empty home at night.

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“Alone again”, she mumbles to herself when she enters her home, tired and worn from a hectic day at work, but instead of relaxing she went straight to her study, opened her briefcase to go thorough the new applications for the new interns. “Damn, at least they could’ve included some pictures to make it interesting”, she said to herself. After reading through all the application she picked some prospective ones and got up for that long awaiting bath. Just then the phone rings. “Oh man…” she mumbled again irritated. She’s so tired and just wants to get in a hot bath. It was her sister, trying to get her to accompany them for a night out. “Please Shari; I had enough of blind dates.” Oh, c’mon Anne, it’s nothing like that. We’re just a bunch of friends going to have a good time, ok”. Anne pondered before she answers. Truth is, tonight she’s definitely not in the mood for her own company. So with a little hesitation, she agreed to meet them at the club around the corner. Luckily it’s near her home. She went through her bathing routine without any special effort for her night out. But felt a little excitement when she put on her underwear. One thing about Anne is that although she’s a formidable business woman, she’s all women. She loves sexy underwear; it makes her feel and act very sexy… After locking her door, she triples down the chairs to her car and says with a smile, “Here we go…night, here I come!” In the car-park She reaches the club just as her sister pulled into the car park. She’s always glad to see her sister, but hate it when she gets coupled up with some poor loser who thinks he’ll get laid. She went along with it at first, but soon gave up; meaningless sex is not for her…. Shari was her usual sparkling self, grinning from ear to ear to see Anne already there. Surprisingly she’s alone tonight and not with the usual bunch that normally accompany her. The sisters’ shares a tight bond, since childhood even though their personalities are like night and day. They hug each other close and walked arm-in-arm to join the rest of the group, seemingly some new college pals of Shari.

In the club

The smoky interior of the club immediately makes Anne feeling light headed as soon as they make their way through the dancing couples on the floor. From the corner of her eye she sees a group of young guys and a few guys waving at them. “C’mon Anne, let me go and introduce you to my new friends. Loosen up sis; I promise you’ll have a great time.” Anne already regrets coming here. She’s already 32 and this group of people can hardly be 21. She can kick herself for giving in to Shari’s demands, but also knows that Shari hardly takes no for an answer and would’ve dragged her out of the house. At the table she was introduced around the table and couldn’t help blushing for the obvious admiring glances of the male students. There was one in particular that caught her eye. She reprimands herself however for even thinking in that way about guys this young. Surprisingly she loosened up after a glass of wine and was even asked to dance a couple of times, except by Clint, the guy she’s been eyeing since introduced to him. She notices that he only had some mineral water; must be a nerd…she thought to herself. The few times he spoke, she was drawn by his husky sexy voice. Oh well, she might as well enjoy herself, he certainly won’t be interested in someone like her. It was much later when they finally exited the club into the cool breeze of the night. Although Anne doesn’t stay far from the club, Shari insisted that Clint drive behind Anne to make sure she gets home safe. That’s the last thing Anne needed as she don’t have much time for the handsome stuck-up guy right now. He hasn’t said a word to her the entire evening and now he’s the one that must see to it that she gets home safe. She’ll get Shari for this tomorrow.

Anne’s car

Anne drove at a slow pace while humming to herself, more so because she feels nervous about the gorgeous hunk following her. Oh dread, now she have to talk to him… hmmm which I could thank him my way instead, she thinks to herself, grinning. Oh God, she’s soaking wet, just by thinking about his hot body.

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The mansion stood like a giant intruder in her sight. “Well Anne, alone again”, she said to herself. She pulls into her driveway and sees that he’s parked right behind her. She wants to shout at him that she’s ok now; he can leave, but stop mid-way when he gets out of his car, moved to her passenger side and motioned for her to open the door. “What now?” She asked under her breath. Is he going to give me a lecture on my driving now? It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him if there was a problem, but he looked angry. He just sat there looking at her with those smoldering eyes. Anne was dumbfounded, what was this guy’s problem, but something in his eyes stirred some emotions that have got her tingling all over, and so far he hasn’t said a word. “Oohh”, Anne moans when he suddenly grabed her and kissed her with so much passion that she lost her breath. His hands were all over her, and when they came up for breath he said “I wanted to do that the whole night”. “What? You big idiot, why didn’t you say anything? I want you just as much!” Anne cried out. He looked genuinely surprised at her words. Surely this gorgeous woman can’t possibly feel this raw emotions he’s been feeling since he laid eyes on her tonight. He never knew Shari had such a fabulous sister. Without a word Anne got out and told him in a voice full of emotion, “Want to come in for coffee?” He just smiled and walked with her hand-in-hand to the door. When they entered she led them to the kitchen and asked him how he takes his coffee. His answer to this was, “The hell with the coffee; I want you”. He picked her up and carried her to the couch… No words were needed as they explored each others’ bodies while kissing frantically. They were naked in no time. Clint moved between Anne’s legs and he first stared in wonder at her swollen clit, admiring her beauty and enjoying her musky odor. He rubed with his right hands fingers over her clit and can feel her body contract with the sensitivity of his touch. He keep on rubing and then inserted a middle finger to play with her g-spot…Anne was soon on the brink of a orgasm when he withdrew his fingers…and waited for her to calm down. He blew on her pussy with his warm breath and replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue….first kissing her rosy lips softly and then starting to tongue fuck her rhythmically…Anne was squirming under his erotic onslaught, whispering his name, urging him on with her hips…when she was close to Cuming again he stopped and moved up to her mouth…he was rock hard, Anne needed no encouraging and started sucking him with gusto…tasting him…licking up and down his shaft, moaning….”ooohhh, you taste so good”. Anne was beyond herself and could feel him build up as he was growing bigger, but he pushed her away, then moved down put his penis at her cave of pleasure and entered her with a shudder, riding her slowly and then fiercely as she shouts, “harder Clint….oohhh harder please, I want it all…!” He fucked her hard …and she came with a squirt and he followed suit, filling her up…his cum dripping from her pussy. They lay spent, and Anne can’t be sure, but she imagined he said just before falling asleep, “I love you Anne”.

The next morning

Anne woke with a start. She was alone with a dripping pussy full of Clint’s cum. She tried putting him out of her mind and went to her routine as usual. But it wasn’t that easy, as she rbers every single detail of their love making. “I am so deep in trouble. I’m in love for the first time in my life and don’t even have the guy’s phone number. Who’s the idiot now?”

The boardroom

Anne had to interview the new interns and can’t wait for it to be over. She sigh a relieved when it was finally over. Now she can take a break before she meets the new head of her department. She hopes that the boss’ son doesn’t give her a hard time. She likes the way things are running here now, and junior better not try and change it. She knows she’s only 2 years his senior, but still… She heard the door open and closed but didn’t look up from the stack of papers in front of her, assuming its Margi her PA. When she finally looks up, irritated by the girl’s silence, she dropped her pen, staring at those smoldering piercing eyes. “Clint? You’re Clint de Wet? But…but…” “Yes Anne” he said in a quiet voice. Looking at him now, she can see he’s as shocked as her. “Anne please”, he started, thinking that she must think he planned all that had happened between them. “Shhhh”, Anne said. “What now, Clint?” “Anne, I love you. I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you last night.” So she wasn’t imagining things. He does really love her , Anne thought to herself.

She was in his arms in seconds; kissing him passionate, not caring who might walk in on them.

"Oh my, I’m so glad he’s not as young as he looks; 30 aren’t that bad”.

Comando #1

2011-07-28T13:46:00.000-07:00

Harangue

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Lindsey Leicester knew exactly why this meeting had been arranged, while her mother on the other hand had nary a clue. This whole affair had an impish deja vu feeling of a dreaded trip to Principal’ s Office which had placed Ms. Leicester on edge. As all single working moms know, conferencing with scholastic ‘professionals’ is always knotty. These types of summonses as a rule are meticulous orchestrated toward academia’ s favor and there was every reason to expect that today’s conference is arranged in similar fashion. Anticipating her pool of sympatric colleagues to augment appears a totally wasted effort, as once her divorce decree was made final “Mr. Co-Litigant” has seldom been obliged to show up at work let alone make an appearance on behalf of his daughter. Consequently today’s assbly will have to be addressed with the presently assbled cast of two and like lambs to the slaughter Mrs. Leicester and her daughter marched along the bookish corridor. Both women were primed for the worse and had come very inappropriately attired for a strident melee. Lindsey was wearing a slinky black dress featuring a plunging cowl neckline that nosedives all the way to her midriff eager to accent her influential amenities to a favorable advantage. While Mom arrived outfitted in a flirty yet officious pin-striped periwinkle jacket, matching pencil skirt, a harmonizing blue blouse accented with seamed stockings and complimenting high heeled shoes indicating this curvilinear lady was not a woman to be trifled with and she was abundantly prepared to prove it.

Together, mother and daughter stepped through the lecture hall door and as per formal protocol waited at the back ingress to be recognized. Ever so slowly the mesmeric twosome considered the cavernous atmosphere of the semi-circular Lecture Hall as their vision adjusted to the murkiness of the space. This titanic sanctuary of higher learning offered rotund theater seating for the sunken mahogany balustrade that had been sagaciously endowed with a multi-paned sliding whiteboard appliance, cleverly integrated theatrical lighting applications and also incorporating a high-tech over-head projection option for Power Point presentations, all mingling in design to encourage scrutiny upon any apprentice foolish enough to venture onto this theater of the cultured. The ladies’ calculated panoramic inspection pressed on, taking account of the unique seating arrangement that assimilated a massive writing table complete with an emerald shaded reading lantern tactically sited dead center among the congregational incumbency. This impressive work station was outfitted with a state-of-the-art sound system, Corinthian leather ink-padding, an Alienware Aurora m7700 laptop computer and,,, HIM!

The seated Professor was locally highlighted by the jaded glow cast from the author’s lantern upon his desktop that found this academic dressed in exemplary gloomy shades of fabric. Classically outfitted with jet black, front pleated, imported Boby Jones golfing pants, a long sleeved hand-tailored Ralph Lauren Bistre shirt and an understated amethyst hewed Jerry Garcia silk tie with Windsor style spectacles balanced half the way down the bridge of his nose. He was hot! With a fish or cut bail, no nonsense, graying at the temples, alpha male manner about him that can make women tingle just below their belly buttons. Surrounded by term papers, black-line sketches and Blue Books while referencing information from the LCD screen this multi-tasker of the highest order intentionally let his scheduled callers stew at the edge of his pedagogic realm to cement the picking order for this pre planned conference.

Then without even a word and using only a double twirl of his wrist that set his upwardly pointing index finger circling until a whip like gesture of his dialing-digit steered the two women down the stairs and onto the plinth of his scholastic forum. Descending the theater’s set of precipitous steps in such a vaguely lighted fashion proved a complicated exploit without any safety precautions afforded from banisters. The self-conscious descent by the long-limbed famine brace become disturbingly evident in the professor’s periphery vision and collected the professor’s attention as glimpses of thigh flesh encouraged his methodical inspection. By slowly raising his head from his pressing formalities and staring down his nose the female forms improved their focus once centered within the teacher’s Windsor lens. While he carefully monitored the ladies’ wobly downward journey the instructor’s decolletage assumed an uncomfortable slant necessitating the readjustment of his wire-rimmed spectacles into a more conventional pose that was skillfully accomplished by nudging the bridge-rest of the corrective lens along his refined proboscis.

Stumbling into the brightness of the center stage illumination, both women were forced to squint aloft in the direction of the professor’s lofty arrangement. Shading their eyes and leaning forward did little to alter the glare as their feminine structures received a leisurely scrutiny from above. Uncomfortable silence ruled the moment as both parties struggle to brace the voyeur’ s opportunity. The fidgeting with hems and the tugging at dipping necklines by of the gals demonstrated their awareness of their ineffectual circumstance. The mired seconds reluctantly conceded to potential opportunity as time enjoyed a holiday. Self-consciously the women scrutinized their sparse surroundings as the learned tutor made delicate adjustments to the lighting applications, enhancing the tinge of illumination to accent the attractive suntanned skin tones both ladies were sporting. This suspended occasion gave way to the startling sound of the amplified voice of the officious teacher as he directed his neglectful student to compose a proper introduction.

After hurried formalities were extended, the women were genially offered access to a pair of wooden barstools stationed center stage and the dialogue began. Once the stilted chairs had been provocatively mounted, the Professor sternly lectured both highly seated women concerning the agenda for today’s meeting by explaining that Mrs. Leicester and her daughter had been summoned here today in the interests of full academic disclose. Further, as the custodian of Lindsey’s education at this institution of higher learning it is a teacher’s assigned responsibility to report any improprieties pertaining to this scholastic stewardship. Unfortunately this morning’ s visit had been predicated upon just such a regrettable occasion and could very well negatively affect Lindsey’s academic standing by depriving Lindsey of her endowment. The professor summarily elucidated how his exhaustive assessment of the Leicester household’s financial statement obliging attached to Lindsey’s scholarship application identified how alimony allotments, tenancy codicils and Lindsey’s trust fund distributions are all contingent upon Lindsey’s uninterrupted enrollment and graduation from this university and had provided ample motivation for Mrs. Leicester’s offspring’ s unseemly suggestion of exchanging carnal knowledge involving her instructor in favor of him constructively augmenting Lindsey’s mid-term score, thus removing the threat of her scholarly disentitlement.

The professor reassured a very shocked Mrs. Leicester that in spite of the ample opportunity, lesions in the company of apprentices of imperfect fluency were not his practice. Nor was it his intention to cavalierly rupture the Leicester Family’s delicate fiscal equilibrium without extending an addendum to Lindsey’s very attractive and uniformly inappropriate proposal by upping the ante with a triangular muse concerning a maternal complement that upon capitulation would secure a negotiable midterm mark capable of saving Lindsey’s pedantic entitlement.

The instructor explained how he fully intended to have his way with this desperate single mom and even projected incorporating her enthusiastic initiate to boot. The pair of women had just been schooled by this lecherous teacher in every implication of the word competitively, intellectually, esthetically, monetarily and biologically. The professor’s victory was as devastating, as his terms for their feminine surrender had been scandalous. Raison d'etre for this educator was deemed as warranted under his sblance of following stringent systematic guidelines for his independent scientific research into the various motivational factors prompting contradictory behavior with regard to a woman’s material commitment to their progeny. And as such, Mrs. Leicester had been deliberately manipulated towards this pivotal life altering occasion owing to the incapacity of these two pampered woman to absorb the cost of the 35k tuition that Lindsey’s expulsion would create.

Submitting to the moment, ever so grudgingly Mrs. Leicester’s hand went to work at the top button of her adorable periwinkle jacket and then leisurely progressing lower to the bottom one as the front of her jacket was disengaged unfettering her generous torso upon this scholarly venue. The business coat was only the first garment to depart from the Mother’s frame as piece by reluctant piece her outfit would be transferred into her daughter’s charge and draped upon the mahogany balustrade. Mrs. Leicester’s awkward hip-high tussle eventually gained the release of the protrusion holding the side of her matching periwinkle skirt waistband tightly together at her middle. Next the singing zipper announced her skirt would soon follow the jacket and decorate the mahogany railing by creating an opening just large enough to wiggle those MILF hips all the way through flaunting the lacy trimmings of top of her hoary leggings as the pencil shirt fell onto the floor at her ankles. After stepping out of the fabric tangled around her feet Mrs. Leicester used a coquettishly demure gesture when crouching down with both knees tightly fussed together in her endeavor to collect the soon to be forfeited article of clothing from off the floorboards and placing it into the hands of her waiting offspring. Having only her accenting azure blouse remaining at the post guarding the matron from his depraved scrutiny added to the ignominy of the oral reprimand Lindsey’s professor insisted upon administering. As he served equal portions of scolding towards the two women alternately admonishing them for lack of parental regulation and poor study habits then referencing the absence of maternal character and the junior’s indifference drawing to a close only once Ms. Leicester applied her nible fingers to the task of unfastening the twelve buttons holding the back of her azure blouse together. Button by button the lecture ground to a screeching fault until only silence filled the outsized homily hall as the Mistress gradually revealed herself as dorsally entirely suntanned shoulder to hips. Forfeiting the silk chemise recognized how Mrs. Leicester was in attendance minus upper body tan-lines and all her intimate undergarments as she now wore only a pair of silk stockings and a suspender belt with her an assortment of naked trophies uncovered to him to analysis and doubly laid bare before her daughter’s gaze.

The Professor’s suggestion was wrong upon so many levels and Mrs. Leicester’s mind was spiraling at the unadulterated volume of sins; Public Nudity, Incestuous Contact, Menage-tri, Age Inappropriate, Exhibitionism, Dominatrix and Servitude. The look of total emused resignation that crossed Mrs. Leicester’s face was confirmation of her measured capitulation to his abnormal demands. The shock of discovering herself standing before both, her treasonous daughter and Lindsey’s accommodating tutor, totally exposed head to shoe top in this buff manor, promptly sealed the deal as far as Mrs. Leicester was concerned upon discovering herself as a casualty of familiar duplicity.

From the onset of this scholastic ‘get-together’ Mrs. Leicester was doubling outmanned and now three are about to be joined as one. Without exchanging words the women made ocular conversation as Mom shot a look at Lindsey that could melt lead. Sheepishly Lindsey’s head tilted toward the left and she smiled her hackneyed “oops, I did it again” expression before shrugged her shoulders upward sufficiently enough to allow them to slip through the large cowl collar that was holding up her little black dress allowing it to descend the length Lindsey’s bare naked silhouette falling into a ringed quantity about her ankles divulging how the junior female too, had clandestinely attended today’s affair commando style.

Love in the Library

2011-07-24T08:10:00.000-07:00

A young woman looking for fantasy fiction finds reality better

"Good morning, Miss. I've got your usual station reserved for you, if you would just like to follow me."

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Damn, it's the school ma'am; Tuesday is usually The Angel at this time. Oh well she might be in later I suppose.

I don't wait for the librarian and head off on my own, I've been coming here at least three times a week for the last 5 years and can find my own way to the warm oak desk that has almost become my own. She tags along just to be sure, I suppose it's part of the job, but I'm too tired to join in the whispered small talk. I place my hand on the back of the leather upholstered chair, my index finger resting in the place where the missing metal stud should be and I feel at home.

With a curt, unfelt 'Thank you, ' I dismiss the school ma'am and move to the rack of books behind my desk and find the tome I was reading the last time and heave the heavy, leather bound book back to my desk and settle down to read.

"Don't stare." I hear a voice whisper to my left and a young child's voice answer "But mummy, that lady is following the words with her finger and her lips are moving, you said only little girls do that when they read."

I ignore the brat as it is dragged away, hopefully to be chided for its grossly uncivilised behaviour. Self consciously I try to stop myself mouthing the words as I read, but the flow dries up and I make a conscious decision not to let the miserable kid ruin my pleasure, but the spell is broken and I stop to take a drink from the bottle of water in my bag.

Sitting back I let my mind wander as I take the roll call of my fellow bibliophiles. To my left and 3 stations behind is Bruno, his tweed jacket smelling of damp from the rain this morning, mixed with the heavy pipe tobacco that gave me his name.

To my right is Florence, named for the way she speaks with a slight Italian accent and her apparent insatiable love of tomato sandwiches.

I wasn't surprised that Miss Marple was missing, she was an infrequent visitor on Tuesdays, presumably having to make time to go to the post office to collect her pension, and anyway this morning's rain would have set off her cough so I am not disappointed she has gone awol.

Until Bruno pushed back his chair and snapped his book closed, and from the sound I knew he had finished his novel, I wasn't aware of time passing, the words flying off the page to create a world in my mind. He shuffles to the desk and speaks sotto voce to the librarian, although with this old buildings acoustics he may as well have been shouting, and in some ways it would have been easier to ignore if he had, there was something about a whisper that just cried out to be listened to.

I check my watch, the hands making the perfect vertical line of six o'clock and I decide to stay a bit longer and return to my fantasy world in the pages of my book.

I roll my head and feel a crick in my neck, but I'm not ready yet to go home, especially as I hear the sound of metal tipped heels on the tiled floor, The Angel has arrived. I continue to try to ease the stiffness in my neck as her voice floats across the room, like water rushing breathlessly over submerged rocks as she apologises to the school ma'am for being late.

In comparison to The Angel's voice, the other woman's is harsh as she berates her colleague for being so inconsiderate and proceeds to put things in her hand bag in a way that just screams her bad temper before stomping out.

Although I've never actually heard her, I'm sure in her mind The Angel hums to herself as she click clacks round the shelves replacing books in their proper place, and I'm sure the school ma'am disapproves of it, in fact she probably disapproves of The Angel per se. But I don't; I love to hear her heels making a staccato statement that she is a woman as well as a librarian, her long cotton dress swishing against nylon clad legs pronouncing her femininity.

"Well zat is enough for tonight." Florence say's, stifling a yawn; and her chair scrapes backwards and her soft leather boots muffle her steps as she leaves, the wind whistling for a moment as she opens the door to the outside world I came here to escape.

I try to return to my book, but my mind is elsewhere, following the sound of The Angel as she moves between the stacks, then I realise I haven't heard her for a couple of minutes, she was in the travel section and now there is just silence, the sort of silence that is impossible to ignore.

In an instant I'm back in my parents garden, the scent of roses my mother held for me to sniff, their soft, velvety petals brushing my nose and cheek transporting me there in a flash; and I know she is behind me, her perfume so sweet and heady it almost masks her natural musky odour, almost but not quite, the two combining in a wonderful way that robs me of my ability to concentrate.

I read and re-read the same line over and over but the words don't form a coherent whole in my mind, each one an island, isolated from its neighbour and the scent grows stronger and I can hear her soft breathing as she moves ever closer on her silent stocking covered feet.

I wait for her to speak but the deafening silence remains and I flinch involuntarily as I feel her hands rest gently on my shoulders, her thumbs pressing lightly just below the nape of my neck finding the knots that have settled there as I read. The thumbs press a little harder and I feel the long nails of her fingers against the top of my collar bone.

The thumbs move as mirror images up beneath my bob cut, her palms sliding forwards until her little fingers are just beneath the open neck of my silk blouse. I let my head loll to one side, my cheek caressing the smooth skin on the back of her hand and her perfume becomes stronger and for the merest instant I feel her hair brush my other cheek.

I want to speak, but her silence makes me mute and I just fall back against the chair, my shoulders cushioned against her cotton covered stomach.

She's bolder now, her little fingers following my bra straps downwards towards my already aching breasts and any tension I had felt was dissolved beneath her expertly gentle touch.

Her hands come together, her index fingers touching as they move down between my swelling breasts, the other fingers flowing over the lacy material of my bra, before her nails scrape back, having not quite reached my nipples as I so long for them to do, and heaven, they move back and I feel her hair again, prefacing the warm lips that are now kissing the side of my neck and I moan, softly, but it echoes around the high room as her teeth close lightly on the lobe of my ear.

I press her hands against my breasts with my mine, only the gossamer thin material of my blouse separating them as her warm wet tongue slips inside my ear and I am unable to suppress a shudder and I'm scared she will think I don't want her to continue, but she doesn't stop, her lips now landing velvety kisses on my cheek before vanishing only to resume on my other side, repeating each practiced, enchanting touch and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to magnify the delicate tingles that are tickling my dampening pussy and I know my aroma is mingling with hers just as I want our bodies to mingle.

I whimper as her hands withdraw, leaving mine to fondle my breasts through my blouse. I feel her take hold of my glasses and remove them and I'm afraid, vulnerable without them and I start to protest but her hand holds my chin, her index finger lying horizontally across my lips, forbidding me to speak, and I taste her, my lips parting and my tongue exploring the length of her finger. She tastes clean, a mixture of soap and moisturiser and the hint of varnish on her nails and I want to bite her digit but it is removed, leaving her taste in my mouth and the forbidding in place.

Soft silk covers my eyes and it smells of The Angel, as if the scarf had been around her neck and I let her tie it behind my head. I am hers now, I know whatever she wants The Angel can have and I shiver to think that what she wants is me.

I ache for her touch, but the hands have gone, only her fragrance remains, filling my mind like a fog and I hear the unmistakable sound of silk swishing against nylon and I know she is taking off her panties and my heart races as I feel them caressing my cheek, the silk warm and soft against my skin.

They smell of her, her musk infusing the material and I taste her as she presses them against my lips. I open my mouth to let my tongue feast on her and her fingers push them between my lips and I want her so badly. Wait it's too much, she's filling my mouth with them, pushing my tongue down and back, my mouth full of her scent and taste, too late my cries are muffled by the silky panties.

Her hands are caressing my shoulders as I try in vain to push her knickers out of my mouth, but they fill my void and I can't as she gently guides me to my feet and I hear the chair being moved away.

I lift my hands to my face to try and remove the gag, but she takes my wrists, not harshly, holding them only by her fingertips as if taking my pulse, but I stop moving and let her move my arms to my sides. Powerless to resist her, I leave them there even after she releases me.

I feel her cotton covered breasts against my back and her soft clean hair once more against my cheek and I am no longer concerned about the gag, I'm content to feel her close, and to have my mouth full of her taste.

Her arms encircle me and I hear her nails click against the pearl buttons of my blouse as she unfastens them, exposing my body to the warm air and I think I am going to melt, to puddle at her feet into a quivering pool of desire.

My blouse slips down my arms to lie discarded at my feet and now her hands are on my hips and the zip of my skirt sings as it is slowly, oh so very slowly drawn down, held now only by the button at the waist that she is already twisting through the buttonhole and my skirt joins my blouse around my booted feet.

With an obviously practised skill, her fingers unfastened my bra and my nipples cry out their pleasure at being released from the confining cups, before I'm ignited as her nails scrape against the sensitive nubs, electrifying me with lust for her.

Her hands leave my breasts and slide over my firm stomach, moving outwards until they once more hold my wrists and I offer no resistance as she pulls them behind me leaving the wrists crossed, the backs resting against my silky French knickers

I know what she is going to do, and yes the satin feels warm against my wrists as she binds them in place. I whimper softly against her panties that have soaked up my saliva, and my mind is as full of her as my mouth is.

I'm turned, once, twice, three times, the heels of my boots tangling with my discarded clothes, and still I'm spun. I only stop when her hands leave me and I am a little afraid, totally disorientated, I don't know whether I am facing her or not and she is as silent as a ghost and the taste of her in my mouth masks the source of her scent.

I've lost track of time, have I been stood here seconds or minutes? My heart is pounding so fast I can hardly breathe and I flinch as the back of a nail traces across my ribs, vanishing just as quickly as it appeared.

Now I feel her warm breath blowing against the nape of my neck and then into my ear, a finger tip slides up the outside of my thigh as she teases me, knowing I daren't move from where she has placed me for fear of falling.

She's lifting me; her hands either side of my waist and I'm sitting on my desk, my panties sliding across the wood that has been rubed to a shine by years of use. I splay the fingers of my bound hands and steady myself even as I feel her pull my legs open and stand between them, her cotton dress against my skin as she leans towards me, her pussy pressing lightly against mine and I want to cry out as her warm moist mouth finds my breast; but her panties still fill my mouth and I just whimper softly as her tongue dances across my acing tit, spiralling around my hard nipple.

Her fingers squeeze my other nipple as she plaits her other hand in the back of my hair, pulling my head back and now she is covering my mouth with hers and I long to push my tongue inside her but I can't.

My hips grind in counterpoint to hers, her cotton dress swishing against my silky knickers and I think I'm about to explode and I hear her ripping open her dress, the buttons down the from popping slightly as they escape their holes and she is naked save for her stockings and I feel her flesh against mine as she returns to teasing my breasts and my head buzzes with desire for my Angel.

Both her hands are now kneading my soft mounds, nailed fingertips squeezing my nipples as she kisses her way down my stomach, her tongue exploring my navel before travelling further downwards, her mouth now over my dripping pussy, her saliva soaking into the silk covering panties, the material slicking to my skin, dampness added from outside and in.

I need to scream my passion for my Angel.

Long nails scrape my hips as she starts to pull down my knickers, I sense her eagerness and try to help, to lift my arse, but my legs are dangling, my hands bound and in any case The angel is managing quite well on her own. I sag back, but only for a moment until she has thrown away my panties and I feel her warm breath on my pussy, her lips hovering just above and I try to push myself into her, but she maintains the separation.

My minds screams silently as her tongue touches me, flicking like a butterfly drinking nectar at a flower and I squirm uncontrollably as her teeth hold my clit before her lips surround it, sucking it into her warm orifice and I cum, I cum, I cum.

My body is on fire, and she is feeding the flames and I no longer care where I am or even who I am, my Angel wants me to cum and I do so for her, again and again until I no longer rber anything other than cumming. I am an orgasm, it is what I am here for, to cum and cum again as The Angel wills it.

When did it stop? She is still kissing me, her warm tongue lapping my juices and my body aches, my bound hands pressing into the small of my back where I have collapsed unnoticed on to them.

She must know I have returned for her tongue stops and her hands are on my shoulders lifting me, she wants me to stand, but my legs are shaking and I gladly let her lower me to my knees.

I hear the scrape of the chair's legs and then fingers pushing past my dry lips, the panties being pulled free from my desert dry mouth and I want, no I need a drink, and my Angel knows it, for her hands cover my ears, her fingers knotting into my hair and she forces my head towards the sweetest source of moisture I could ever imagine.

I coat my tongue and lips with her, smear her juice around my mouth and I want more, and she has more than enough as she bucks her hips, pressing herself against me, and each time my tongue dips into her the liquid sweetness is renewed and the whole building reverberates to the sound of The Angel's pleasure.

She's kneeling now and our mouths are locked, each tasting ourselves in the others mouth and the world is a wonderful place to be as our breasts press against the others, damp pussies conjoined as they quiver.

We part, both gasping air and I hate myself for it but I have to ask. 'Why did you blindfold me, Angel?'

"Because." She says and my heart leaps at the sound of her voice. "I blindfold all my lovers the first time, so why should I treat you any differently?"

Even had we not just made heavenly love, I would have adored her for all eternity for those words.

"Would you like to see me now?" She asks and I nod, a poor representation of the desire I feel.

Once more our breasts meet as she reaches behind me, delicate fingers slipping the knot and the silk scarf falls to the floor and I see her; my fingers that can read small raised dots on paper trace over her baby soft skin, rising over high cheek bones and being tickled as her long lashes flutter. Her mouth is warm with full lips lifting into an easy smile. "You are beautiful." I gasp and I know I have pleased her with my homage for the smile broadens and we kiss again, slower now, more lovingly and I am the happiest woman alive, for in a place a blind woman had gone to find escape from a cruel world, I had found my hearts desire.

The Panty Boy

2011-07-23T06:19:00.000-07:00

That gorgeous scent coming from panties drives me mad.

It was a rainy summer, a long time ago, and it was my birthday on that day, so we decided to party in my place, and entertain my buddies, and have a good time. As I was there in my apartment, guests began to arrive, unhurried, though.

Perhaps this would be a good gathering, until last guest arrived. She was my girl friend named Blanca Guerrero, a Spanish, dressed elegantly in black tight pants and a blouse with horizontal stripes on it. She looked stunningly gorgeous like this! I wished I played grab-ass with this girl, clutching and touching -I thought.

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We all sat at the table, but I had to stand up to fetch some drinks. On my way back to my chair, I saw my friend Blanca bent over against the table, while I stared at her. I noticed for a split second her red panty, sneaking out of the pants, so I stood up instantaneously to look at her panty better, and consider her. She wore a red panty, kind of synthetic fabric. I finally, sat down again, to join the group.

I became too inquisitive since then, and wished to see Blanca's red panty again, so I never missed a chance to check if the panty still slipped out, gazing at her rear, and buble ass. Also I'd make sure she only was wearing that particular panty, the one she wore on my birthday's party, then realized, with dismay, it was not red, or my view was blocked. I thus was becoming obsessed, thoughtful, and only wished to lay a hand on the panty, to caress and feel it. I couldn't do anything about that, since it was obvious she'd refuse to give it me to keep if I ever dared to inquire.

Months later, I was having fun with friends on the week end, and bought beers. We picked them up at a nearby liquor store and started to drink on the way to our car, except were surprised by the sudden arrival of Blanca Guerrero's elder brother, who approached to us. He reasoned we all would be more comfortable if we went to his place to drink the beers, and gladly accepted. No one would bother us there, because his parents were gone today, as he pointed out. We drank a lot of beers here, and soon some buddies informed they wished to leave. It was at this moment, when my girl friend's brother offered some bedrooms available in case any of us wished to stay overnight.

It turned out to be a good idea, I thought, while imagined me looking for Blanca's red panty in the drawers, make my day. All of my friends refused the offer but me. They were on their way out while I headed for my car to park it in the garage. I was back in the apartment house and my girl friend's brother led the way to the bed room where I'd sleep. I doze until woke up in the darkness; all was silent around me, so I got up and left the bed room to get into the next door room. How convenient! It was Blanca Guerrero's bed room, so I began to search in her dressing table, until I came up to a drawer where she kept her underwear. I poked one hand, grabed a panty and took it out.

I couldn't see what I had in my hands in the dimness, so turned lights on to find out there was a lovely red panty clung to my hand. Bingo!! Most likely these weren't my panties, others would be here as well. I dug in the drawer for more until another pair showed up… black, yellow, and even beige. Convinced I had hit the right ones now, pulled the drawer close, and began an exhaustive search or exam: this turned to be of big style, reinforced at the tummy. Put it in my pocket, and headed for the garage to drive home.

It was almost dawn as I climbed in my bed and fell asleep soundly, with my clothes on. Perhaps I had slept for hours, and began to take off my jacket, and to strip off my clothes. Rolled up the panty around my shaft and began to jerk off vigorously, to cum in no time with a big spurt of cum load into the air. Guerrero's "thongs" are a gift and a tribute of her marvelous ass, the ideal girl to play bouncy-bouncy on me. She finally got married and moved to another city… until on one occasion kissed the panties away and watched how it was taken away by the garbage collector truck blended into my trash.

I never thought I’d have a new panty experience after so many years, as I now live in a village at Yucatan, a Mexican province. I've just turned to 57, married to a 43 yo. woman. But the “problem” here would be my sister in low. She lives with us in our apartment, a petite 27 yo., about 1.58 cms tall, with tits too small but still ok.

Since she's attending college in this city, she has already been two years in our house now. I get along pretty well with my sister in low, and we like to share together, rent movies or DVDs to watch them. We sometimes listen to music, except for the fact she doesn?t drink alcohol, so it's my turn to drink my beers on weekends by myself. We’ve stayed late, a lot of times, chatting or watching TV. I’ve declined to make any advances on her, and would rather consider this chick as my younger sister, a family mber, and I’m just courteous right from the start.

But this polite attitude stopped one day as my wife was assigned a different shift at work; my little sister in low had and examination at college on that day too, so she got up at 9:00 o'clock, took a shower and changed into clean clothes -dressed up. She had a brief breakfast and left for her institute, so I was now home alone.

I suddenly had to get off bed and went to piss, naked -it was summer time and too hot now. No problem to walk around the house naked, as no one would see me like this. It's normal, typical, for any male to have a hard on in the mornings, so I wasn?t surprised by my dick so hard, and got to the bath room, relieved to drain off. But caught sight of a large basket –it’s cover was gone- full of clothes for laundry. Just on the very top of this container, I spotted my sister in low's panties. No doubt she had just taken them off, and had worn them the day before. I had a feeling she tossed her panty at the basket, rolled up, as she took if off, stepped out of her panty, not being careful, in a casual manner. The inner part was folded inside out, half wet. I took them, unrolled, and took to my nostrils -to sniff and suddenly was invaded by that wonderful pussy scent, her marvelous little cunt smell.

My penis, which had been relaxed, slackened, to this moment, sprang up to life while I didn't give up smelling those thongs, so rich and delicious. A female aroma, womanhood odor had saturated her underwear. I was like in heaven, in cloud nine, holding her panty stuck to my nose, smelling the woman perfume. Besides, the underwear was still wet, as if Bertha -that was her name- had just taken them off a minute ago, so I run my tongue along the panty, feeling the flimsy fabric, and suddenly, at last, I could feel the sweet taste of a genuine pussy.

My dick was already too stiff, and obviously I wasn?t able to evade an urge to jerk off. I rolled the white panty around my stiffened rod and began to masturbate with Bertha in my mind, especially her small tits. It didn?t take long to ejaculate, with a big spurt, jet of cum load that landed on her panties, impregnating them with my cum. No way to wash them now, they’d catch me. I came up with an idea: to laundry one portion of clothes, say load it into the washing machine and pretending I didn?t see sneaked in the pack.

I was done with the laundry, took a shower, and got to Bertha’s bedroom to work with all the commotion in the drawers, trying to figure out where possibly she kept her clean panties -underwear, bra, etc. I looked in her closet and came to a drawer full of panties, an assortment, and collection of pieces, small, thongs, some with laces on it, others bigger, but different colors and texture. I spent a lot of time there, sniffing underwear, and again I was turned on by this sight. Only a few strokes on my rod were enough to cum on one of the pieces, spurting gallons of thick cum on one panty, which I washed afterwards. It was returned to its right place.

I’ve made a lot of more things with Bertha’s panties each time I see them in the laundry basket or in the clothes line where she puts them to dry. Looks like if I’m a vicious fetish, always doing this. I sometimes hit other panties, not hers, in the basket, but they won’t make me as hot as my sister in law’s mouth-watering small panties. Just call me “Panty Boy.” I like it. That gorgeous scent coming from panties drives me mad.

THE END

An infidelity. Tired of my boring husband

2011-07-20T05:14:00.000-07:00

Hi, my name is Monica, a Spanish woman from Argentina, South America. This story I’m about to begin is 100% percent true and happened only just two years ago when I still was married, save for I‘m a divorced woman now.

Well, before I start on this account, I’d like to describe myself: 36 yo., black straight hair, a white and meaty lips; big breasted thanks to a boob job, a gorgeous ass that stand out a lot. Besides, I have received lots of flattery and compliments, they throw a bouquet on me saying oh, darling, oh my darling bitch, etc., while I’ve enjoyed that but pay no attention, never look back, only go straight, pretending I’m not listening.

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At the beginning of this story Alberto, a Spanish guy too, proposed me matrimony. He’s a 57 yo. guy, and despite I had refused any engagement after got divorced, we began to get along very well, and became good acquaintances, I didn’t want any fucking relationship though. At first I became conscious I was going through a bad time, out and down, not a fucking penny, out of work, and was determined to marry this well off man, with good economic status like that of a well heeled middle-aged American male.

We became friends; he owned a law office where he got me a job with a good salary, as his junior. After three months in this job as a helper, he dated me and while in a luxurious restaurant having dinner, he proposed, and my answer came quickly: “yes.” No doubt this guy was a good man, not to mention his good financial position.

I married Albert and everything was ok at the beginning. We apparently would succeed in our relationship, but the sexual stuff. We married and immediately I lacked or didn’t have a lot of gratification, fulfillment at sex; he either would feel asleep on top of me while doing love or got home too late; soon some ideas came up to my mind about cheating my husband, but never dared, despite a thousand opportunities had showed up on the way: I can tell about the many instances in which I boarded an overcrowded bus and I got hard rods pressed to my ass, while riding this bus; they would give me their cell phone number to me. This has happened to me with males ranging all ages, well built ones, with good complexion, and all that.

While I’m not especially smart, but I’m built, a woman with a sturdy and attractive body, esp with large , these strong body builders arouse me often, stimulating me. To tell you the truth, I’m sincere, I love young meat, body builders who went to a gym, while Albert lacks this stuff, I consider his persona, though.

Everybody would stare at me having images of me naked at the gym and dared to address to me in a pervert manner, taking dirty in front of my couple. He’s quite jealous and therefore gets annoyed, irritated easily, but he would take it easy, like a submissive and obedient man. On the other hand, I’m happy at being complemented, especially if I’m living with a well heeled husband.

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One day I decided to make my move because my husband had fallen behind and had failed to fuck my brains out. We had gotten up early to go to the superstore, so I wore my tight jeans, fucking tight, indeed, and a top with low neck with my marvelous thong under my fucking tight white jean, whilst I used more make up than usual. I no sooner stepped in the supermarket than I noticed all men staring at me with curiosity and interest while I checked the stands –racks- for cereal. I came up with the idea of bending over to grab an oil bottle, so that boy at work in the supermarket who was arranging the merchandise on one shelf could see my nice thong. Albert seemed not to be paying attention, so I played fool. I was happy this way and so was the clerk.

As we were going out of the mall, I saw a handsome guy leaning against the wall. He had a certain charm; noticing he was smoking I asked for a cigarette and smiled gladly at him while he lighted my cigarette. This was enough for Abert to go mad and said:

“Damnit, have had enough. How could you do this?!!” I replied:

“I did what?”

He said:

“Don’t you play foul, Monica. Let’s go home now!!”

I was happy shivering with this kind of funny situation, coz this only would screw up my audacity. As we got home he began to scream at me saying:

“I can’t take this anymore, you no longer are going to dress up like that, you hear me?”

I played the victim here, pretending I was fucked by the fickle finger of fate, and rushed to my bedroom crying, making believe I was suffering. A little while later Alberto was trying to comfort me and apologized, asking what he could do about this to please me and make me happy. Well, I only needed a caveman, a strong man. He asked:

“Oh, darling, how could I possible please you?” I said:

“Oh, I don’t know. I want to have fun.”

He said: “I don’t get it.”

I said:

“I just want to have a good time, go to a disco.”

I wished I had said I needed a real caveman, a crude man, one who was sexually rough to fuck my brains out. I needed a real macho.

“Ok, my queen, wanna party? Let’s go.” He said.

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This week Albert would hire a gardener to perform a good job at the front yard, and told me someone would come so I had to be at home to give gardener’s directions -meet him.

Somebody rang the bell in the afternoon and, as I headed to the front to open the door for him, I saw a virile, young man I reckon 26 yo., physically powerful, well built, beautiful muscles, with tattoos –I like this- the perfect man ideal, a model, to stroke my vulva.

“Hi” he said. “I’m Alex. Nice to meet you, ma’am. Your father just hired me to fix a problem in the garden.”

I interrupted him laughing: “Mr. Albert is my husband. Get in and check what you gotta do here.”

I saw Alex took off his shirt while working. Didn’t believe my eyes. “I’d fuck this guy now” I thought.

I began to touch my pussy which was too wet by now, but Albert, my husband, would be here any moment. In fact, he arrived, I said:

“Hi, darling.” He replied:

“What’s the matter with you, Monica? You’re sweating, like agitated, tense”

I said:

“It’s nothing, darling, just a little dizzy.”

“He said:

“Oh, it’s ok. Hasn’t the gardener arrived yet?”

I replied:

“Oh, yes of course, the macho… sorry, the gardener is here.”

My couple left for work and I dressed up in an exciting way for Alex to see me, in an outfit consisting on short skirt, short tight pants, low neck, high heels, etc., in fact, any kind of insinuation or hint that would assist me to arouse him. In that particular day, Alex had been gardening outdoors. I noticed he was doing a tough job there so I didn’t hesitate in asking: “Would you like to come in for a soda?”

Alex said “Yes” immediately.

I was so horny I couldn’t tolerate this anymore while wearing my mini blue jean skirt, a gorgeous thong, low neck blouse and red lipstick… in fact, a very attractive eye catching woman.

Alex stared at my well built body. Oh, how I wished I had his big head at the door of my ass, to run my hand up his leg, coming close to his penis, then start to lightly rub his rod through his pants, start licking his cock head. Oh, yes, please, fuck my face, the taste of my ass on his cock.

I had been day dreaming while seducing Alex, showing off my ass, shaking it for him, my thong too evident through my tight pants while looking for stuff to drink coffee.

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We had a wonderful chat, inquiring about his private life, what you do for a living, etc. It’s at this moment I ask for a cigarette, light it, take a deep puff and threw smoke in his face at times. Fuck!! I was wishing to devour this young guy with my pussy hungry for cocks. No doubt this was a cocksman and it would be was advisable to dance so I’d warm up for a good hard-core.

Alex stood up and braced me firmly, kissing me while his hand run along my legs and tummy, but never touched me between my thighs. I felt as something wet run down my legs, with juices dripping… I hadn’t been yet touched here, though I had been moaning loudly like pervert bitch, even before penetration.

Nonetheless to say, I was urged for a good rod right away to grind that eager cunt. He suddenly introduced his damn wonderful piece of meat, and a loud scream was heard around the room. He nailed me to the deep end.

“Ooh,” I cried out again. My pussy hole stretched to accommodate his plunging dick In and out his cock thrust as I slipped up and down his cock.

“God, yes.” I squealed.

We spend hours fucking that evening, and I cummed four times. I’ll never forget how well this young man had fucked me over.

Finally, I divorced Alberto, and later he realized that Alex had been trimming the garden quite well, and but Alex also kept on visiting me, not exactly to have the grass and plants trimmed but to care for the other garden, the bush between my thighs and have it trimmed it with a good finish!!

THE END

Daddy's Princess In Training Part One

2011-07-19T18:01:00.000-07:00

Daddy teaches daughter to be his sex princess

Daddy and I had always been close. We had a warm and loving special relationship as far back as I can rber. Even Mom would smile and say I was Daddy' s little girl. My two brothers and sisters would always tease me and say I could get away with anything since I could do no wrong in Daddy' s eyes.

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Daddy was always very affectionate and would rub my back for me and we would cuddle while we watched television. As I grew up this never changed. He was always warm, loving and very attentive towards me. Mom would joke and say she should be jealous, shake her head laughing and walk away.

The one thing I could never talk Daddy into was letting me date before my 16th birthday. It was the only thing he stood firm on where I was concerned and wouldn't even listen to my Mom when she told him all the girls were dating since they were 14 years old. His answer was always the same..... "Not my little princess".

When I would pout and be upset by this he would smile, take me in his arms, place me on his lap and softly explain that I was special and I wasn't ready to deal with the young idiots that were growing up today. He would brush my long blonde hair and tell me how special I was and that one day soon I would be ready to meet the right person. Someone that would see me for the lovely princess I had become and nurture, love, protect and adore me.

My sixteenth birthday was finally approaching and Mom and Dad began planning a lavish party to celebrate my "coming of age" as Dad called it. Mom would laugh and say she was looking forward to it so she wouldn't have to hear me whine about dating anymore. Dad would only smile.

The day finally arrived!!! The party they planned for me was something I will never forget. There were over 100 people invited including friends and family. It was catered and a popular live band played until midnight. Daddy spared no expense.

At the stroke of midnight Daddy came to me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips and said "Happy birthday princess today you are a young woman" and led me onto the floor for the final dance. As everyone stood and applauded Daddy took me into his arms and we began to dance.

He said "princess this is not the end of your special day only the beginning. Mom and I planned a special weekend for you. I have made arrangements to take you to our beach house in Hawaii by private jet and your birthday celebration will continue there". I was so excited since Hawaii was my favorite place and Daddy knew this.

We have a lovely, private home on the water in Kauai that is surrounded by sand dunes, palm trees and coral reefs. The only other house close to it is about a mile down the road.

Mom had packed my suitcase and had it hidden until Daddy told me about the surprise trip.

We immediately left for the airport and landed in Kauai about 6 AM. Daddy had the caretaker prepare the house to his specifications and gave him a weeks vacation so we had the place to ourselves.

When we arrived the first thing I noticed was each room was overflowing with all of my favorite island flowers and the scent was intoxicating.

Daddy said "go put your new swim suit on and we'll go swimming and play in the dunes". I walked into my room and found a beautiful although skimpy suit with a matching sarong. I changed in record time and found daddy waiting for me in a matching suit.

He took my hand and we went racing to the water, laughing and teasing me the whole way down. We splashed around the private lagoon until we were sated then daddy took my hand and led me to the hidden dunes where a table for two was set with champagne and all kinds of delectable morsels. Daddy opened the bottle, poured and handed me my first taste of champagne. Mmmmm it was incredible. Daddy laughed when I asked for more please and he said I could have as much as I wanted since I was now a young woman. As he handed it to me he leaned down and kissed my lips as his tongue flicked against my lips. He laughed and said "I didn't want to waste any".

I was beginning to feel quite warm and relaxed from the champagne. For the first time I saw my daddy through other adult women's eyes. I rbered hearing them say how sexy he was and I had to agree in a still somewhat daughterly view. I was thinking how lucky I was he was my daddy.

He took my hand and led me to the blankets abutting the dunes and sat me down. He kept my glass full of my new favorite drink and began to brush my waist length hair until it was dry as he always did since I was a little girl.

He then slowly began to rub my back kneading my shoulders as he pressed me back against his body. He engulfed my body as he reached over my shoulders to massage my upper chest. I sighed at the lovely feeling. He said "I wasn't exactly sure what size suit to buy for you since you have grown up so much but a size 2 and 36C seemed just perfect". He place his arms around my waist and began to massage my stomach as my eyes closed as the soft unknown feelings he was unleashing in me began to take hold.

He softly whispered in my ear "I have waited for so long to see my little princess just like this" as he inquired "how are you feeling my little love"? I smiled and said "it feels so good being in daddies arms and cuddling".

"Baby there is so much more I would love to teach" you as he lowered me on to the blanket and his arms held his 6'3' body over mine. "You are now a young woman" as he leaned down and lightly kissed my lips. I opened my mouth a little and his kissed deepened. He said "yes baby that's it open to daddy" and I felt his tongue swirl against mine. He went slowly so as not to frighten me then deepened the kiss further. I was beginning to feel a warmth between my legs and a slight tightness in my stomach. He softly ran his hands down my sides and stomach kissing my neck as he trailed down my body always asking if I was ok and enjoying this new massage. "MMM Oh yes daddy I love it a lot".

"Baby if you feel scared or unsure at any time tell daddy and I will explain everything to you. I have loved you and waited for you my whole life. You are my dream princess and I am your daddy prince". He slowly undid my swim top and kissed around my breasts until he gently took a nipple in his mouth. I moaned as he licked and suckled my nipples one after the other. "Baby we have all the time in the world and I want this to be perfect for you".

He continued to feather light kisses down my body while rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Baby you have the most sensitive and responsive nipples I have ever known. I will teach you to enjoy them as much as I do". With his other hand he untied the little bottom to my suit and gently caressed my pussy running his finger along the outer slit. He could feel the moister escaping my wet pussy and smiled in delighted knowledge that his daughter was a sensual and erotic woman even if she didn't yet know it.

My moans were getting louder and more frequent as daddy took me to new levels of sexual awareness. His head lowered to my pussy as he gently opened my slit and began to gently lick and suck my wet pussy. My hips involuntarily raised up to meet his mouth as my fingers grabed and tightened in his hair. When his warm mouth gently enveloped my clit I thought I would pass out from the intense pleasure I was feeling. Daddy softly talked to me with words of encouragement as his tongue and fingers played along my body.

A moment of fear entered my sexually clouded mind as Daddy was building me to sensual highs I couldn't even begin to understand. "Daddy isn't this wrong for us to be doing"? He smiled and said "yes, for most it would be, but not us since we have always known we belong together baby. Don't you feel that too"? "Yes daddy I do. I belong to my daddy". He smiled and said "yes you do baby and always will".

He then unleashed his surging cock and placed it in my hand. It was huge at least 10". He instructed me how to stroke him. "Baby would you like to taste daddy"? He picked me up and nestled me between his legs and gently and slowly fed me his enormous cock just starting with the head. He would inch his way in a little at a time while telling me how to suck his love rod. At first I was scared but daddy just gently encouraged me and soon I was enjoying it and sucking more of him into my mouth feeling the need build in me to devour his cock. I loved my daddy cock. "Baby you are so good you will make me shoot my special juices in your mouth if I don't stop right now". "Mmmm I want to know what they taste like daddy I love your cock". I took him back into my mouth and began sucking harder and faster as my excitement grew. Daddy held my head and moved it up and down, his moans getting louder and louder. "Oh my baby girl you are going to make your daddy cum in your mouth. Are you ready honey I'm losing control.... Here it comes my baby girl". Daddy's cock and balls got real hard and I could feel him shooting his big load down my throat. I swallowed all of it except for the little bit that over flowed. Daddy yelled Oh my baby girl oh my you are the best and you are mine alone". He just kept Cumming and Cumming his body shaking and quivering uncontrollably. "Oh baby even I didn't know you would be this good so soon. You are my precious baby daughter and I love you so much".

He pulled me up to his chest and laid me on his body while he got his breathe back. My 5'2', 100 lb frame laying on daddy' s 6'3'' body was an erotic sight to see. He said "baby there is so much more I need to teach you are you ready to learn"? "Yes daddy". He rolled me under him and began to kiss me his tongue dueling with mine as his hands roamed my body creating a hot burning excitement where ever he touched. His tongue sliding down my neck with gentle kisses leading to my breasts. He began to gently lick my nipples. As I responded he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked and used his teeth to excite them. He wrapped my arms around his neck as he drove me crazy sucking, nipping and teasing my nipples. I cried out "Daddy yes" as my body shot up to meet his. He chuckled and said "the lesson is only starting".

He lowered his head and began to lick and suck my already drenched pussy while he placed his thumb and finger around my clit and gently squeezed it. My body began to shudder and quiver as I lost all control. Daddy said "Yes baby cum for daddy that's my good girl". I was exploding and screaming at my release "yes daddddy yes". "Oh daddy I love you so much. You make me feel so good". He said "this is just the beginning baby". I could feel his hard cock pressed against my pussy opening as he rubed the head of his enormous cock along my slit encouraging it to open to him. He slipped a finger inside me while rubing my clit with his cock driving me crazy. He was gently stretching me to accommodate his large size. Daddy then slipped a second finger in me to widen and stretch me and played there for a long time. After about 30 minutes he moved his cock head to my opening and tried entering just the head which was still a little too big for my small pussy. Daddy took my nipple between his teeth while sucking me and pushed the head in and waited for me to adjust to his girth. He slowly inched his way into his baby girl until he touched my wall of innocence and stopped. He explained that it would hurt for just a minute and then he would teach me to have great pleasure. :Do you trust daddy honey"?" Yes daddy I trust you". As he prepared to break the barrier he began to play with my clit and nipples in earnest. When he got me to the point of Cumming he quickly plunged his cock through the barrier and waited until the waive of pain diminished as he began to inch the rest of his 10 inch cock in and out of my body all the time talking to me. He would pull almost all the way out then back in taunting me telling me he wasn't going to give it to me then each time he entered he would go a little farther until he had all 10 inches in me. My body just wanted daddy and I kept pushing upward as he penetrated his girl over and over again. He could feel the walls of pussy tighten and squeeze his cock and knew I was going to cum. Not knowing what I was reaching for but begging daddy to make it happen he chuckled and said "Oh baby you have no idea". He then began to pump me in and out with that wonderful cock. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck and out of my head with desire I was crying "please daddy" and bucking under him when all of a sudden he took me over the edge of heaven and I exploded screaming his name "Dadddddy". Hearing this took daddy over the edge and I could feel him shooting his hot thick juices into my pussy.

We laid in each others arms for a very long time while daddy stroked and cuddled me. I looked up at daddy and he had tears in his eyes. He smiled and said "That was the most perfect love making I have ever experienced in all of his 38 years".

"Baby now you know why I didn't want you to date and let boys touch you. You have always belonged to daddy and now you are mine completely. I love you baby the way a man loves a woman"." You will always be daddy' s girl, won't you angel"? "Yes daddy I only belong to only you".

Continue reading Daddy's Princess In Training Part Two

Her name was Sarah

2011-07-17T08:37:00.000-07:00

Chance meeting with a sexy woman

I live in a small town in the midwest. Life is good here although a little boring at times. I dabled with a few of the online dating sites but had little luck. One afternoon,while checking my e-mail,I realized that I did indeed have a message.

I was simple and short,"We have the same birthday", was all she said.

I responded that I would treat her to lunch if that were true. I did not receive a response for a while. Then there it was.

"Sure!!I would love to eat!!".

She then sent her number and suggested I call later that day. I was excited and could hardly wait. When 4 pm approached I dialed her number,with great anticipation,and waited for her to answer.

"Hello,this is Sarah,what can I do for you?".

I stated that I was the one she had e-mailed and she yelled "Awesome,I did not think you would call".

I told her that I would not miss the chance. We made a little small talk and then she asked me when and where I was going to take her. I mentioned a local eatery and she replied with a giddy joy that was unexpected. That made me smile!! So we said our good byes and I waited for the day to arrive. I managed to avoid work at the shop and cleared my schedule that day. I waited for her but it seemed she did not show. So I sat down at my PC and started searching the web.

How she did it,I don't know,without my knowing,she walked in,sat her coffee down and asked me if I was "Hungry"? I just nodded a yes. She was pretty.Shoulder length brown hair, big brown eyes, about 4ft 7, with a large chest. And much younger than I. I asked her how old she was and she replied

"Today I turn 23!!",she said.

My jaw dropped. I am 41,and felt so lucky,to have her interest.

So I walked over to her,put my arms around her and said, "Happy birthday".

I leaned down and kissed her..She responded with a sigh,grabed my belt and pilled me to my desk.

"If I am going to do something I am going to do it right" she said.

With that she hopped up on the edge of my desk,kicked off her shoes and removed her pants.

She looked at me and said; "Lick me!".

Not a problem,as I was already on my way there. She was trimmed,smelled great and tasted even better. She tensed up as I drove several fingers into her swollen pussy. I licked,sucked and nibled for all I was worth. She started to shake and when she grabed my hair,and began pulling me up. I knew what she wanted so I stood up,grabed her hips and slammed my cock into her. Working at a furious pace,I managed to make her pant,and,as she was working her clit I told her I was "going to blow".

She said "Cum in me, please?".

I asked, "Are you sure?".

"Just do it!!" she demanded.

So after a few more strokes she and I were headed to orgasm. As I came she screamed and told me how great it felt and kept rubing her clit.

She slowly calmed down and stopped and asked, "Was it good for you?"

I said, "Oh yes dear,oh yes,but I am not done yet!!".

With that I flipped her over and plowed into her from behind. My balls were slapping her clit as she searched for something to hold on to. We stared working up a sweat when she began slamming back, meeting each thrust with her own.

She shuddered, and let out a moan that seemed to last forever,as my own climax was building,when she screamed, "Oh my god,fuck me,fuck me!!I'm cumming sooooo hard!!".

I picked up the pace and slammed her as hard as I could.She came,so did I. Wonderful. Wonderful.

As we both lay there on the desk recovering,she kissed me and said," Thanks for the wonderful birthday!".

"Anytime". I said."It was fantastic!! I should be thanking you!!".

Then I asked, "So,I filled you up twice with my cum,do you want me to clean you up before you leave?.

"No", she said,"I want my husband to lick your cum out of my pussy,I am not going to tell him!! My little secret" And with a kiss she was gone......

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The Cruise

2011-07-17T03:38:00.000-07:00

A true story - Vote if you cum!
THE CRUISE

Christian and Jennifer have been married for almost 5 years. For some time they have been talking about, and having, the nastiest sex they can possibly think of. Fantasies are good.. but then something happens:

My wife Jennifer and I have been married for going on 5 years. I wanted to do something special for our 5 year anniversary, so I booked a Caribean cruise. One week before the cruise, I surprised my wife with the tickets and she was so excited she almost passed out. I explained that I already arranged for her mother to watch the girls while we spend 6 days and 7 nights relaxing. They day we left, we kissed the kids goodbye and boarded the Celebrity Cruise Line.

The ship was absolutely beautiful. There were indoor and outdoor swimming pools along with several hot tubs throughout the ship. I couldn’t wait to fuck my wife in a hot tub and hopefully the opportunity availed itself. The first night, we stayed up almost the whole night. Several times we went to the hot tub nearest our cabin but it seemed like there was always someone around. We decided to try again the next night. We ended up in our cabin and we were already too tired to fuck, so we went to bed.

The second day was filled with food, drinking, dancing and just all around fun. But I still had it on my mind that I was going to fuck in a hot tub tonight, so I took it a little easy on the alcohol. We left one of the bars at about 1 am to go check out the scene. As we entered the hot tub / sauna room our eyes widened. A man in his mid 20’s had a woman sitting on the edge of the hot tub and was fucking her hard. Her back was arched and her eyes were closed as she moaned. Jennifer and I sat there for a second, just soaking in the scene. Jennifer breathed out rather loudly and the man looked over at us. He shrieked, “Oh shit” as he pulled out. They both slid into the tub and looked at us with a “deer in the headlights” look. Jennifer and I turned our heads away and apologized. “We are soo sorry” Jennifer said. The man said “Hey, it’s a cruise right? Sorry were hogging the tub, come on and join us. We’ll stop, I promise” he chuckled. Jennifer and I turned around with half uncomfortable smiles, but fuck it.

We jumped in the tub and after a few minutes we all began talking and getting to know each other. His name was Kevin and his wife was Lisa and they were from Ohio. They were a little bit younger than us. We told them we were from California and that I was in the Marines. Come to find out, so was he. From there it just took off. Turned out we all had a lot in common. Well, after a couple hours of drinking, the conversation turned to sex. Jennifer and I admit that we were coming the spa area to try and fuck because we’ve always wanted to do it in a public place with the danger of getting caught. They said it was the same for them. Kevin offered to go get some beers and I said I’d go with him because I had to piss. We both took a piss and headed off to the bar.

While standing in a short line, Kevin told me that it has always been a fantasy of his wife, to sleep with another woman while he watched. I was like holy shit, because it was a fantasy of Jennifer’s also. While waiting for the beers and walking back, Kevin and I came up with a pretty clever (yet drunk) plan of getting our wives to kiss and hopefully it would go farther. As we turned the corner into the hot tub room, we stopped and our mouths dropped. Jennifer was on the edge of the tub and Lisa had her tongue buried in her pussy. Jennifer looked up and said, “Hey boys, wanna join us?” Lisa lifted her head from Jennifer’s pussy and smiled. Kevin and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders as we started to move quickly to the tub. I took of my shorts and lay down next to Jennifer and kissed her. Lisa put her tongue back in Jennifer’s pussy while Kevin took off his shorts. He told Lisa to get out of the tub. Jennifer moved to the side while Lisa crawled out.

Jennifer was lying on her back and Lisa was on her elbows and knees eating her pussy. I looked up as Kevin moved behind Lisa. His cock was hard and slightly bigger than mine. I got on my knees and put my hard cock against Jennifer’s lips. As Jennifer began to suck my cock, Kevin was fucking Lisa doggie style while Lisa ate Jennifer’s pussy. This was a hot fucking scene and anyone could walk in at anytime. I already felt like cumming after about 2 minutes. I looked over at Kevin and said you want to swap? He gave me an approving nod and I pulled out of Jennifer’s mouth as he pulled out of Lisa. I know the girls heard me, but I don’t think that they cared, so fuck it.

I moved behind Lisa. I started to push my cock in her as Kevin put his cock against Jennifer’s mouth. She looked at me and smiled as she wrapped her mouth around his big cock. Lisa moaned as I pushed my bulging cock into her hot pussy. Jennifer was about to cum and I could tell Lisa was too. I reached down and rolled Lisa’s clit as she rolled Jennifer’s with her tongue. Kevin was grabing Jennifer’s hair and controlling her head as she moaned around his cock. Jennifer started to spasm and that made Lisa start to spasm. Jennifer and Lisa came hard. As Jennifer’s cum drenched Lisa’s mouth, Lisa’s cum coated over my cock. I was so close to cumming and I could tell Kevin was too. Jennifer sucked Kevin’s cock into her mouth all the way. He pulled her head tight against his cock and he started cumming down her throat. The sight of my wife getting a huge load of cum shot into her mouth and down her throat made me go off. I moaned as I started to fill Lisa’s pussy with cum.

Kevin’s cum was dribling down Jennifer’s chin as my cum was squeezing down the sides of my dick. We all caught our breath for a second. I said I didn’t want the night do be over and invited them back to our cabin. Jennifer smiled and Lisa and Kevin agreed. We all got dressed and started walking back to our room. Jennifer and I lead the way as Lisa and Kevin followed. As we walked, I kissed Jennifer. I could taste Kevin’s salty cum on her tongue and lips. When we got back to our room it was about 5 am. We were all pretty toasted but we broke open the mini bar and started drinking more.

Jennifer and I sat on the edge of the bed and Lisa and Kevin sat on the couch. We talked about how crazy that was. Then Jennifer said that she wanted to see Kevin eat Lisa out. Jennifer and I watched in amazement as Kevin pulled Lisa’s shorts down and touched his tongue to her cum filled pussy. Lisa told Jennifer, “Your husband got to fuck me, and I think its only fair…” Jennifer pulled her shorts and panties down as Kevin and Lisa moved to the bed. Jennifer lay down on her back as Kevin pressed his cock against her shaved pussy. Lisa took off her clothes and lowered her pussy down to Jennifer’s mouth. I sat there soaking in the scene. My wife getting her face straddle by a woman while her husband fucks her pussy. Lisa motions me to move to her with her finger. I do. I go to kiss her and she moves my head to side and whispers in my ear. She tells me to lick Jennifer’s clit. I nodded and moved down to Jennifer’s pussy. I began to roll her clit around with my tongue as Kevin slid his cock in and out of her. Jennifer moaned every time my tongue touched her clit.

Several times I slipped and my tongue touched Kevin’s shaft as he slid in and out. I was licking her clit when Kevin’s cock slipped out of her pussy. Before I could react, his cock pushed into my mouth. I felt his head hit the pack of my throat and his veins were pulsating as he pulled out. The skin of his cock was so soft and warm. Slick with Jennifer’s juices. I felt my cock twitch when that happened. Lisa saw it happen and ground harder onto Jennifer’s mouth. Lisa grabed the back of my head and pulled my hair. I looked up at Kevin and he had a combined look of “Oops and fuck it” on his face.

Jennifer’s pussy was creating some serious juice. She was moaning as she ate Lisa’s pussy and took Kevin’s hard cock. Lisa pushed down on my head hard. I found myself with my mouth wrapped around Kevin’s shaft as he fucked my wife. I didn’t fight to move away. My unattended to cock was bulging. All of a sudden Jennifer started to cum. Her pussy gripped onto Kevin’s cock lick a vise. Her heavy breathing and moaning sent Lisa off the deep end and Lisa began squirting into Jennifer’s mouth. I could feel Kevin’s shaft swell up against my mouth. As the girl’s orgasms subsided, Kevin was still holding on to his cum. Lisa told Jennifer, “you know your husband has his mouth on my husbands cock right now”. Lisa lifted up so Jennifer could look. Jennifer said, “Hey, were eating each others hot wet pussys, its only fair, right?”

Jennifer told Kevin she was kind of sore and asked that he pull out for a minute. He pulled out and pushed his balls up against her pussy. His cock was like a half an inch from my face. Jennifer said “Christian, can you keep him hard until I’m ready?” Before I could say a word, Lisa kisses Kevin, lowers down on Jennifer’s mouth, and pushes my head towards his cock. I close my eyes and take his cock in my mouth. I here Lisa whisper something to him as I sucked his cock. I can feel it swelling in my mouth. I can taste precum as my tongue runs up the underside of his shaft. All of a sudden I feel another hand on the back of my head.

Kevin pushes on the back of my head hard as he shoves his cock deeper in my mouth. I here Lisa moan as hot cum starts to shoot down my throat and fill my mouth. I swallow as much as I can but cum is still leaking from the corners of my mouth. I’ve tasted my own before but this was different. I had someone else’s cock cumming in my mouth. My cock was about to burst as I milked his. I felt his head pulsating the back of my throat. As his orgasm subsided, I raised my head. Lisa guided my mouth to hers and kissed me. I pushed what was left of her husbands cum into her mouth. She moaned and pulled of Jennifer’s mouth. She leaned down, kissing Jennifer and pushing her husbands cum into Jennifer’s mouth. There was plenty to go around. Jennifer lay with her eyes closed, savoring the cum that went from Kevin’s cock, to her husbands mouth, to Lisa’s mouth, and finally to hers.

Lisa asked me if I was ready to cum. I moaned yes. She moved down to my cock. She took my cock in her mouth and started to suck it. Kevin and Jennifer watched. It only took me about 20 seconds until I grabed the back of her head and shoved my cumming cock against the back of her throat. I came so hard. As I came, Jennifer was cleaning some cum off from the corners of my mouth and some that had pooled on my neck. Lisa pulled off my cock and I could tell that her mouth was still filled with cum. She grabed Kevin forcefully. She pressed her lips against his and parted his lips with her tongue. She pushed my huge load into his mouth. She moaned “Its only fair” as cum poured onto his tongue. He didn’t fight it. As we all sat there breathing hard… I asked if they would like to hang out tonight, after some sleep of course. They said they couldn’t wait. And Jennifer and I couldn’t either.

…TO BE CONT

Continue reading The Cruise II

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Met my wife at nude beach

2011-07-16T07:23:00.000-07:00

I know it sounds a little strange, but I met my wife Jill at a nude beach. I was a scholarship jock at a Southern California college and being from the mid-west I wasn’t used to the uninhibited California life style, but I quickly overcame that. My buddies and I would go to a clothing optional beach just north of Malibu just to see some tits and ass. After a while we got bored and decided to check out a nude beach someone had heard about.

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It was a warm, sunny Saturday and the beach was crowded. It was a bitch to get to from the parking lot, but we were anxious to see the girls who were walking along with us in the buff when we got to the beach. I guess they were thinking the same thing, because when we finally found an open space on the sand and spread our towels, the girls parked right beside us. It is a really weird sensation to strip naked in the middle of a group of strangers. Fortunately, they were naked, also. My friends and I were not quite twenty and our hormones showed, I mean our hard-ons showed. The girls next to us giggled at our predicament but I was quite proud of what I was showing and let them look. I go just over seven inches long and a smidge under two inches in diameter. I’m cut and the head is very prominent. It was really sticking out there. I’d never seen so many good looking let alone naked women in my life.

Well, to make a long story short, we started a conversation with the girls next to us and Jill and I seemed to click. She was a hard-body natural blond with smallish boobs (33B), but she had a set of fantastic, shapely legs. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them. Of course, I did check out her slit, which was completely visible under her thin, silky blond pubes. We all splashed around in the water and I was a perfect gentleman in that I didn’t try to feel her up. She commented on this and I had to admit that I liked her and didn’t want to offend her.

We dated for two years and got married after graduation. Jill and I still hit the beach at least one weekend a month and it really turns me on to see guys ogling her body. She seldom keeps her legs together when lying out and her entire pussy is visible. From time to time, guys she knows stop by to say hello and usually park themselves at the end of our blanket. I can see where they are looking and it gets me hard.

We left the beach one day and walked to our Jeep. Jill always covers up in the parking lot and I was surprised that she stripped and dusted the sand off before sliding in. Then I really got a shock when she reached over and pulled out my cock and rolled on top of me. We fucked right there in the parking lot and I don’t know if anyone saw us, and truthfully I didn’t care.

We talked about how we both got excited when guys would see her naked, even though they were also naked. Jill said we should go to a clothing optional beach where all the girls wore bikini bottoms or thongs and most of the guys wore swim suits or shorts to see how we felt if she was the only one totally naked. The next Saturday we did just that. WOW! What a turn on. We both got naked after spreading out our blanket. There was a group of college-aged guys in front of us and they zeroed in on Jill’s pussy. I couldn’t lose my erection, but didn’t want to roll over on my stomach because then I couldn’t see the guys looking at Jill.

We rolled over together for a while then Jill dragged me into the water. She said her pussy was beginning to drip and it was barrassing. We moved into deeper water and she helped me lose my erection. In fact, we took care of each other’s problem.

Going for a walk along the shore was another turn on. My cock was flaccid, but swinging from side to side and Jill’s shoulders were back and her tits were sticking out. And, of course, her slit was in full view. We walked to both ends of the beach area and when we returned to the blanket, the boys were gone. Jill unpacked her lounge chair and took her book to the edge of the water. I couldn’t believe she was actually sitting with her legs parted in full view of everyone walking by. When we finally packed up and left the beach, Jill surprised me again. She didn’t bother to get dressed and walked naked to the Jeep, about a hundred yards along a narrow path. Guys walking toward were getting an eyeful and because we were in an area where you don’t see nakedness, Jill said she felt really sexy.

Detention

2011-07-15T10:54:00.000-07:00

Alexa finds out detention isn't as bad as she thought.

Ms. Robinson was the only teach at Mickinly High School that all the boys wanted to fuck. She perfect, velasious breasts and a nice firm ass. Her clothes were always tighter than they should be and she loved the attention it gave her. But someone had found out that she's wasn't looking for a man in her life, rather than a woman. This didn't stop the boys from watching her hips dance as she crossed the room, her long brown hair flowing along behind her.

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I, on the other hand, found it rather repulsing. Well, until that one day. I wore a pink mini skirt to school and a tight white tank top. During Ms. Robinson's last period math class, I started talking to a friend beside me. Ms. Robinson gave me a single warning that I ignored. After a few minutes, I started whispering to my friend again.

"Alexa, I will see you after school. You have a detention." All the guys smirked and sighed in envy. I grew hot with anger, never having to stay after. But since it was last period, I knew she wouldn't let me leave until detention time was up.

After class, while every talked about their plans as they left the classroom, I stayed sitting at my desk, arms folded across my chest. Ms. Robinson stayed at her desk, a red pen scribling across some worksheets. Finally, after five minutes of silence she looked up and smile. "Alexa, will you pick up some of the pieces of paper laying on the floor." She asked sweetly, turning back to her papers before I had time to refuse. I groaned and got up, starting to bend over to pick up paper on the floor. There was more than I ever noticed.

After getting sick of having to bend over every time, I started to crawl around on my hands and knees. I stood up to go throw it away to see that Ms. Robinson was watching me with a smirk on her face. "C'mere." She motioned for me to go to her desk. I did so and threw the paper away in the can next to her. She stood up and pinned me in the corner, putting her hands on my waist. Her lips were upon mine and I made the mistake of trying to scream, allowing her tongue to enter my mouth. I had to admit though, that she did taste good, really sweet.

Her hand slipped from my waist to under my skirt, massaging me dampening pussy with her index finger. After struggling against her, I finally gave in. She smiled at me, pushing me over to her desk until I was sitting on it. She pulled my pink thong off and got on her knees, running her tongue the length of my pussy. I moaned and leaned my head back, enjoying ever lick and flick of my clit. She soon shoved to fingers into my fuck hole and moaned a little louder.

She fucked my pussy with her fingers while her tongue greedily lapped at my click, sucking and biting it occasionally. She suddenly stopped, licking her fingers before reaching over into the drawer next to her. I had a feeling of what was coming now. She dug around for a moment before pulling out of the biggest strap on dildo I'd ever seen. Well, the only I'd ever seen, actually.

She smiled as she quickly put it on, moving between my legs again, pushing my skirt up to reveal my soaking wet pussy. With one quick motion, she shoved the huge blue stick into me and I gasped in pleasure. She started pumping hard right away, making me moan. I wrapped my arms around her neck and moaning into her chest. She unbuttoned her red blouse to reveal a pair of perfect, firm tits. Her nipples were pink and perky and I immediately pulled one into my mouth as I massaged the other. She tasted so good, I forget all about me thinking that lesbianism was repulsive.

My hand was suddenly making its way down to my clit as she continued to fuck me like no one had. I could feel an orgasm coming slowly and rubed at my clit as hard as I could. "Oh god, Ms. Robinson. Fuck me harder." I moaned, throwing my head back in pleasure. She did just that and soon enough I was coming.

Ms. Robinson pulled the dildo out of my pussy and pulled my head down to it, making me lick and suck it clean. The taste of my own juices only aroused me more, making me want her to fuck me even more. She smiled, obviously reading me as I closed my eyes, trying to get as much of the dildo into my mouth as possible. "You want more?" She asked. I looked up, taking my mouth off the strap on and nodded. She smiled wider and pulled me up, bending me over her desk and sliding it in again.

"You're one horny slut." She commented as she started to pump again, this time going to slowly to torment me.

I moaned, trying to make her go faster, pounding back at her. But this only made her grab my hips so I was unable to move. She started to pull out all the way and then it in all the way again, making me scream. She did this for a few minutes before tightening her grip on my hips and tearing my pussy up as hard as she could. I came again, more violently than before. "Now, it's my turn." She declared, pulled the strap on off and sitting on her desk.

Ms. Robinson pulled my head down to her pussy. "Just do what I did." She ordered. So I did, licking her pussy up and down. Fucking me must've really turned her on, her pussy was soaked and it didn't take her long to come. But once I had her taste I could stop, sending her to violent waves of orgasms over and over until she had to stop me.

I licked my fingers hungrily, looking up at her. She stood up, pulling her panties back on and handing me mine. I shook my head, deciding I wanted to walk home without them. "So, do you want another detention tomorrow?" She questioned, smiling at me as I grabed my things.

I smiled excitedly. "Of course. But maybe my punishment should be a little more severe."

"That is very possible." She agreed, packing her things up as well. As we were walking to the door together, I could feel her hand playing with the hem of skirt before rubing my ass. As we existed into the hall, she walked her separate way.

The next day, she made sure to give me an even longer punishment.

Naughty librarian

2011-07-13T23:21:00.000-07:00

I dropped my library card under your desk...
For one reason or another I was in the library at one point in time. I don't read that much so it was purely coincidence that I was there. On that same day I saw you. Sitting there behind the counter in your mawk turtle neck, and slacks. Button up shirt, hiding yourself from the world. But I could see through your thin glasses that fit snugly against your face, adorned with your beautiful smile. I began to notice the way you sat when I came in. More upright in your chair as if to pay more attention to me. The way you cross, and uncross your legs. The way you always had something in your mouth. Pen, pencil, finger nails. You were always playing with your lips. It turns me on like you can't imagine, but I never told you. I just keep coming back for days, and weeks on end. Never reading any of the books. Only there to casually flirt with you. Getting to know you more and more as the weeks go by.

Finally working up the nerve, I ask the guy who works before you about your schedule. After a brief discussion, and a small fee, he gives in to my requests, and agrees to help me out. A few days later (hoping you're in a skirt) I get there early, before your in the building. The guy behind the counter waits until the coast is clear, and lets me sneak back there. Hiding me under the counter while he finishes out his day, and gets ready for you to take over. I can smell you before you ever get behind the counter. O, I love how you smell. Fresh from the shower, and lightly sprinkled with such a sweet scent. I'm biting my lip. I feel like a Tiger stalking his prey. Laying in wait until you're within striking distance.

You sit down, still unaware that I'm beneath you. O... You are in a skirt. Lucky you. Long and flowing. Nearly down to your ankles. I love the strappy shoes on your cute little feet. I brush your leg with my finger tips, and you nearly jump over the counter! You look down to see me sitting there with a shocked look on your face. You want to yell, but.... you're in a library. Hahaha.... So, you give me a stern look, and ask what the hell am I going? I reply that I'm here to fulfill both of our fantasies. You deny the truth, telling me that it's out of the question, and I need to get out. I beg you to let me stay and prove to you that letting me stay will be so worth it. Finally you agree. Good choice...

You start to work away while I gently caress your legs with my finger tips. First the outside, and then up the inside. Lifting your skirt, you feel the cotton drag across your skin. Then my tongue. Kissing the inside of your calf, then the other. Kissing the tops of your feet. Dragging my teeth across your knee gets a flinch. Yea, you weren't expecting that were ya? Hold still baby, and just relax. You just enjoy all I'm doing. Nibling behind your knee makes your toes curl as you feel my tongue on your skin once again. Pushing your skirt up more, and letting me hand rest between your thighs. My finger tips getting closer to you. I take a peek under your skirt. O MY! I knew you had a dirty little secret. No panties! That's so hot! I look up at you with a grin to see a slightly barrassed look on your face. I reassure you that it's ok, and trust me. I can feel your legs open up as I duck back under the fabric, out of sight. You scoot your chair closer to the desk so no one can see. My kisses get farther and farther up your thigh. so soft, and creamy. I could get lost in them for days. Your knees finally raced against the sides of your desk and I can see all of you. so pink, tender. Begging for attention. Your lips swelling with pressure, and excitement. I can see a slight glisten on one of your lips from where you're beginning to leak out just a little bit. Here, let me clean that off for you. With an outstretched tongue I lean in and taste you for the first time. So clean, and sweet. I want more. My hands on your thighs I pull you down in your chair a little so I can reach you better. Leaning in to kiss you as if it was your mouth. Soft at first, and then with more passion, and pressure. Eventually slipping in the tip, and then all of my tongue. Flicking it around inside you. I can hear a pencil breaking in your hand above the desk. So I give you a few seconds to catch your breath, then I'm back into you. My lips sealed against you while just my tongue alone plunges in and out of you. Parting your lips to find the prize inside each time. Sucking on your hood, and licking your clit. I give you another break and kiss your inner thigh. I take a free hand, and place it over your short hairs, and let my thumb rest at the top of your opening. Gently massaging your clit as I watch you build with anticipation. I can see the wetness forming on your lips again as I kiss my way back to you. Now with my thumb, and tongue both working, it won't be long now. I can feel you bracing your legs, and feet under the desk preparing yourself to explode. You slip a hand under the desk, and grab my head. Shoving me into you. Forcing me to bury my tongue within your walls. I can feel them squeezing around me, and I can taste your sticky cum as a little trickles into my mouth as I suck on your hole. When you're done, you release me and let me pull back so I can breath. I lick my lips as I pull your skirt back down over your legs. Sitting there for a few minutes while you catch your breath, I relax as well. Totally satisfied with myself, and the pleasure I've given you. I love that feeling. You attend to a few customers, and I feel that it's clear for me to slip out, and be on my way. Thinking that maybe I'll get to do this again next week possible. But you have other plans. As I try to slip out you firmly place your foot against the back of the desk, and you leg in my way. Blocking my exit. You stare at me with a selfish, greedy look across your face, and eyes. Without a word telling me that I'm not done, and I need to stay right where I'm at. Mmmm.... Yes mam : )

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Girl friends mum 3

2011-07-13T16:11:00.000-07:00

After being at her home for a few days sex was on the cards a great deal, not that tom minded, as he loved sliding into her pussy, but when she climaxed her whole body seamed to trble. At times tom wanted to give up, and take a rest but sue had other ideas, and with her mouth brought him back to hardness. That was one thing he love her doing, sucking his big cock even if she did gag with the first few inches, but eventually got used to it and took more inside. However, one morning while tom slept in a while longer, he was woken up by sue sucking his cock, so placing his hands on her head; he began thrusting up and down. Right away feeling him do this, she clamped her lips round his cock and slurped, causing her spit to drool over his cock. However, Loving how she sucked and teased his cock, tom knew he never last long before he shot his load, and feeling his cum rising up his cock let out a moan. “oh god, im gonna cum.“ sue quickly slipped his cock from her mouth, and placing it between her tits started to pump up and down, tit fucking him until he shot his load. Globs of white cum shot out from between her bouncing tits, the first few blasts shot up and hit her neck and chin, then the next few landed on her tits. Sue continued to rub her tits up and down his cock, throughout his entire orgasm, and by the time he was finished he had left cum between her tits and all the way up her neck to her chin. “Mm that was lovely, but I carnt stop I got company downstairs.” holding his cock in one hand, he pulled back the foreskin and looked right at sue. “Anyone wanting sex, im still hard.” Tom could not beleve he just what he did, but looking at sue expecting her to be mad, he saw her smiling. “Well she hasn’t had sex in a while, why don’t you come down and see.” turning and leaving him on his own, tom pulled on his joggers and t-shirt, then headed down stairs.

He expected to find someone he did not know, but pushing the kitchen door open and walking in, he found Tanya from next door sat there. Tanya might have been in her late 50s, but she dressed to look younger, and most of the times it did nock a few years off. But after checking her out he looked at sue, and saw her smiling before looking away from him and back to Tanya, but Tanya looked to interested in tom to speak. Her eyes seamed to move from his face, to his groin which was slowly growing, so he went and joined them at the table. He might have been hiding his growing erection, but after glancing at Tanya’s breasts a few times, he found he hat to move in his seat to get comfy. Luckily at the time tanya was talking to sue, but it was sue who caught him moving and smiled at him, before stopping sue talking. “looks like you have an admirer.” seeing sue looking at tom, tanya followed her eyes and caught him moving. “you ok tom, you hurt any where.” sue gave a laugh when tanya said this, causing her to look at her. “what’s so funny sue, it just a question.” “you’ve given him an erection, that’s why he is moving in his seat.” “but how could I have, iv not moved from here.” “you don’t have to move, for him to look at your breasts tan, he’s been looking all the time.” “And I thought you were a good lad, I didn’t expect you to be like all the others.” “im not a lad, im a fully grown male.” “when you become a man, then come back and tell me that.” “my god tan, if id known you react like this, I wouldn’t have said anything.” “well we all carnt be like you, getting something young inside you.” sue sat there for a few moments longer, just looking at tanya then got to her feet. “your only jealous, as your not getting sex, how longs it been almost a year.” “I don’t have to sit here, and listen to this im going home.” at the time sue was stood behind tanya, so when she got up sue placed her hands on her shoulders, and pushed her back down. “your going no where yet, I want to show you what your missing.” tom couldn’t beleve what he was hearing or seeing, as sue held her down by her shoulders stopping her from getting up. “come on tom, come and show her what she done to you.”

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He was reluctant at first to get up, but when there was no resistance from tanya, tom got to his feet and that’s when tanya let out a sigh. “mm she likes you already tom, and she hasn’t even seen how big you are in full.” now standing beside tanya, tom looked down at her then pushed down his joggers, and not wearing any underwear his cock shot free. “mm look how big he is, that’s what you get when you flash your tits off to him.” “I carnt help how big they are, not matter what I wear they push outwards.” by now tom had started to jerk off, and hearing them on about her tits, caused pre-cum to eased out the head. “oh god sue, he’s going to cum.” “no he wont yet, he’s just excited about wanking in front of you.“ drifting her hands from her shoulders down the front of her blouse, once she was in contact with her breasts, sue gave them a hard feel. “mm they feel so nice, and big just how he likes them, but you might want to take this off as its going to get very sticky.” with the way tom was jerking his cock now, tanya knew what sue ment so pushing her hands away, undid her blouse buttons one by one. Sue couldn’t beleve how she had changed, from a woman wanting nothing to happen, to a woman now undoing her top, so stood back and watched until her breasts were exposed. Tanya might have been wearing a bra, but it only hide her nipples from view, while the tops of her breasts were very much on show. “oh god tom, your going to have to cum loads, to cover those.” tom was already looking at her breasts, and getting closer by the miniet let out a moan, and that’s when tanya shocked sue altogether. “cum on these tom, don’t waste it on the floor.” now holding her blouse wide open, sue offered him her breasts to cum on, while holding them high. But if sue thought she was going to get just a shot, she was in for a shock as sue knew he blasted hard and lots of cum. Sue wanted to see the expression on her face when he shot his load, so moving behind him she undid her robe, and rubed her bare breasts against his body. “mm look how big they are tom, think you could cover them in cum.” with feeling her tits against his body, and looking at Tanya’s breasts tom could only moan his answer, so looking at tanya sue smiled at her. “your in for a big treat, ready or not he’s going to cum.” with her hands now on toms hips, sue eased him closer to Tanya’s body and seeing her deep cleavage, wrapped her own fingers round his cock and jerked him off. Slippery as his cock was with pre-cum, with a few hard strokes tom let out a moan, and shot his load onto tanya. As much as tanya wanted him to cum, she wasn’t prepared for the amount he shot, and quickly moved back when a final load hit her in the face. sue wasn’t done with him just yet, moving round the front of him she dropped to her knees and licked his cock. Not contented with just licking his cum from the head, she opened her mouth and taking him inside sucked, and draining the last of his cum from him. There was nothing else to do with his cock, so she got to her feet and turned to face Tanya, and that is when she saw her pulling her blouse closed. “Your not going are you, thought you might want some more of him.” looking at his cock going limp, after being drained of his cum Tanya smiled. “Don’t look like he could go again, besides I need to take a shower.” “Well next time you need, a coating of cum he’s always ready.” pulling her robe tight against her body, sue showed Tanya to the door, but opening it Tanya pushed it back closed. “Tom might have a nice cock, but I was hoping to see more of your body, not just those nice breasts.” “Well perhaps next time, we could all get naked.” “No your not listening sues, I mean just you and me, so I can play with your naked body.” It might have been a long time since, sue had been with another female but hearing her mention this, brought back memory’s then a sigh from her mouth. “you know where I am, if you want a change from his cock.”

My Dancing With a Star Part 1

2011-07-13T12:09:00.000-07:00

Here is how life really goes. We work all week, then the office building employees all go to this local club every Friday night. The guys and gals of our company hang around, have a few drinks, maybe dance, and then we all go home. Me sometimes with Greg. Same people there, same routine every Friday night. Really the only new mber to our group the past 2 years is Joe, and he is a supervisor just above us. At first we resented him. He was hired over any one of us, brought in from outside.

It turned out he was a really nice guy. The guys all really like him. They say he is really athletic but to me I can't see it. He looks average in every way. I'm almost 5'6" and Joe is too short for me, probably less than 5'9". He is just not my type and I never got to know him. Also being older and in management worked against us. He basically hangs out with the guys. I can tell they have some sort of admiration and respect towards him. I never got one hint that he flirts with any woman. My friend Sally works under Joe and says he is the nicest guy. Maybe the over 40 crowd has the hots for him.

This will be a typical Friday night. I leave with Greg we have great sex. By the way, Greg does have the equipment women dream about. Besides little passion and love, one other thing irks me about Greg. Though he is a nice guy, he has no staying power. After he climaxes he leaves me hanging. I mean I have no complaint up to that time.

Bluntly, my life sucks. Do my attractive looks turn nice guys away? They won't even ask me to dance or engage in conversation. Is Greg's presence deterring guys from approaching me? Is my aim too high? No guy can match my criteria? It's probably all of the above. The office girls envy me I going out with the office hunk. It works out for Greg that guys envy him for going out with me. Other than occasional sex with him, life has no excitement or fun. Greg is a friend and sex partner. He accompanies me to outings. We always get 'What a nice couple!' or 'Greg is so handsome, you lucky girl!'

Every wedding there is always a couple that really knows dance, Unfortunately as athletic looking as Greg is, he really can't dance. I'm left just moving like him. Just once I would like to have a partner that can dance. I love dancing. It goes back to the many years I took ballet lessons.

Sally and I live in the same town south of Boston. We occasionally go to clubs together and hang out together. She is my best friend. One night we got to talking about our life situations and decided to go to a different club, where there is a large dance floor and maybe get asked to dance. It's in the next town a short drive. We arrive at the club and right away I noticed we were not dressed formal enough.

Sally still wants to go in have a drink or two and scope it out. The crowd is a bit older than us and much more formal. Guys have Italian silk shirts on and the dancing is quite good. Problem is woman out number men. All of the better single guys dancing have their ticket filled early. We do not have the best vantage point in the Connor by the bar, but there is one guy that really stands out, not only as a dancer, but that silk flaming red shirt and those tight black pants really fit him well. He looked so athletic and sexy. It was a joy to watch him dance. He was not a big guy maybe 5'9 but boy could he dance and so sultry and sexy.

Sally is urging me to a go over there and ask him to dance. I can't.

"You will be sorry when he dances with me." Sally winks.

Sally too is quite attractive, a couple inches shorter than me. She makes a bee line right over to him. They have a conversation then they move to the dance floor. Sally is an ok dancer, but I'm a lot better. The way this guy leads her it makes her look fabulous dancing. They looked like they were really enjoying themselves carrying on a conversation, like they were friends. Finally they sit down and Sally comes over.

"I want you to meet someone." she says, practically dragging me to the table. "Joe, this is Janice."

It took a second. I never saw Joe dressed like this, for it to hit home. Sally was smiling at my surprise and discomfort. Joe looked sexy. He looked sizzling hot. I could not believe it was the same Joe from the office.

"Have a seat, Janice." he said in a smooth low voice.

I kept looking at him in disbelief. Finally he spoke to me and snapped me out of my dumbfound state.

"Well Janice, what brings you here?"

"Joe, I was hoping to find someone to dance with. I love to Dance but never get the chance at the other Club." I said, my eyes locked onto his.

The next song starts. Ever so lightly he offers me his hand to join him on the dance floor, such a light touch. The song was more a Tango rhythm and I knew how to dance to it. Joe made it so easy for me to follow him. God! He moved so gracefully so sexy sultry, and I could not get over how good he looked. He was so much better a dancer than I; he made me appear better than I am.

He swept me towards him as the dance ended, bowed me over and kissed me ooooh soooo sultry like it was part of the dance. But I felt it was a bit more. Meanwhile I could not take my eyes off that sexy guy. Joe and I returned back to the table. Joe is beaming telling me how good a dancer I am. We danced again, this time he told me he was looking for a dance partner for a contest he wanted to enter.

"Would you be interested? We would have to practice, but I think you have what it takes. You don't have to give me an answer tonight, think about it. It will take quite a lot of practice to learn each other strengths and weaknesses to develop our movements. It will be fun, but it will be quite some work and hours of practice. I want you to know what you may get into first" he talked excitedly.

"Tonight, lets just dance you Sally and I and have fun." he grinned.

He danced with Sally next. I watched him and realized the guys were right, not only graceful but really athletic. I also missed what a sexy toned body he has. I'm a bit overwhelmed about him asking me to be his dance partner. I'm not that good but he makes anyone look good

As we talked at the table, he was so nice, so pleasant to talk to. He really has a nice smile. We had common topic at the office and common friends, conversation flowed so easily so naturally. Time flew by and I knew from the band we were near the end of the last set as I joined Joe on the floor. This dance had a lot of body contact and bracing during it. He pressed hips and me in grinded into me, so sexy, so sultry, so seductively. I felt his hardness, immediately my panties were wet. I could not believe how hot he made me. When we reached the table people were leaving. I wished the night would not end for the first time. I was really having fun.

"You girls want to have a night cap at my house? It's only a couple of miles away and if you get too tipsy I'll drive you home" Joe piped up.

Sally was enjoying the night and her look said it all. We followed Joe to his home. He had an average neighborhood home, but it was nice. When we entered I noticed all the photos of Joe in baseball uniforms. The one the really stuck out was the Red Sox one.

"Joe did you play for the Red Sox?" I asked

"Well I did about 15 games a couple of years during Septber call-ups." he replied modestly.

The guys said he was a good athlete but I had no idea he was a pro. And a former Sox player to boot. There were trophies, autographs, pictures, and baseball memorabilia all over the home tastefully located. The guys always talked about him on the softball team, but I really never paid attention. For two years, I never even gave Joe a second look, not my type, too short. He was always on the fringe with us girls. Well, we had some drinks and continued conversations, talking about dancing.

Joe came up to me while Sally visited the ladies room.

"I meant it. I think we could be good dance partners. I know you have what it takes I saw it I really enjoyed dancing with you it was a pleasure" he sided up to me.

"Thanks. We really had too many drinks to drive, Joe" I said trying not to sound too tipsy.

"I can't drive either, Janice. But there are 2 extra bedrooms and you are welcome to stay over." he offered.

In the morning, we woke to the smell of coffee and a real pleasant smile from Joe. Joe slipped me note on the way out. When you get home please call me. I think we have more to talk about.

I could not wait to get home. I called Joe.

"Janice, I want to spend the day with you. I want to do something where we can just have some fun. Want to go to the beach or tell me what you like to do? I felt the electricity and connection we made last night"

"Joe, do you bike ride? What if we bike ride the Cape Cod Canal to Scusset Beach. I have a rack for two on my car" I offered.

"I don't have a bike what about roller blades?" he replied.

"Joe, I don't have roller blades" I said, trying to think of something quickly.

"Ok, how about this. Give me your address. I'll be there in an hour and figure out what we want to do."

I have not felt this kind of excite ment in a long time, then I got to thinking let's just go to the beach, I'd like to see what Joe looks like with just a bathing suit.

We went to Horseneck beach, rolled out a blanket, and had a wonderful conversation. He was so easy to be with. I was so comfortable around him. He told me about his career ending injury sliding into second base. He told me he was good enough to be an everyday player in the pros but the teams and organizations he was part of had allstars ahead of him in his position. Had he been in another organization he would have been. Then he asked me how I learned to dance I told him I took years of ballet.

"There is more to it than that. You must have played high school sports." he said, looking at me.

"I played field hockey and softball" I smiled.

"I knew it! That explains your athleticism. How did you get into Business administration, I mean there aren't many woman in your line of work? he quizzed.

"My father was a CPA and told me the business field was wide open for women. I am decent in math so I graduated college with a BA in business. I know I was probably hired for eye candy, but I busted my ass to get where I am now." I said, proud of my accomplishments.

"Janice, I have to ask, what is between you and Greg?" he asked, moving closer to me.

"Greg and I are friends that like the action between the sheets. The office thinks we are an item. It's a facade, there is no love. Its like we use each other to relieve our sexual tensions. Joe let's keep it that way for now. Honestly Joe my life sucks, there is no excitement. I wish Greg took me out on dates or to the beach. Last night was the most fun I've had in a long time and thanks. I hope this not our only time doing things together." Joe smiles at me, then says "We have the rest of the day to make plans and get to know each other."

Then he went down to the water. My mind was racing. I liked the way he showed interest in me, Even his complementary way of asking me, how he asked questions drawing it out. I must admit I fell really comfortable around Joe. What really hit home was his willingness to plan activities with me. Sally was right. He is really nice, a real gentleman.

I did not miss watching Joe walk to the water. With his shirt off I got to see what I never saw before, a finely tuned body and a superb ass. I was not the only woman admiring the scenery. He even walked and carried himself like a pro athlete. I can't believe I was so blinded I missed it.

When he got back we rubed sun tan lotion on each other's back. I loved the way he worked it into mine. I loved him touching my body. Later we frolicked in the water and surf. It was not an earth shattering day, but just what I needed. I had fun, a lot better than sitting around home. I can't rber when I had fun like this yet it was so simple. In a way, I did not want it to end. There was an attraction drawing me towards Joe.

On the ride home, he planted more seeds of hope.

"Well Janice, start making plans for next weekend, hiking, bike riding, tell me what you want to do. Let's just enjoy each other and have some fun. I will not pressure you about dancing. You have to want it yourself. If not, we still can go dancing next weekend." he said, smiling at me.

I was deep in thought. Really I did not think I was good enough dancer, but I liked the idea of practicing with him.

"Hey Joe, how old are you?" I shot at him.

"Thirty-one, why am I too old for you? If you want, you can call me gramps!" he chuckled.

That's the first time I saw his sense of humor. It made me laugh. When we reached my house there is always the awkward moment.

"Joe, let's practice dancing even if I'm not good enough. I'd like to try, plus I too want to think we get together beyond this." I offered.

Before he could give me an answer I kissed him I hugged him kissed him harder, then broke away.

"Joe, I had a wonderful time last night and today" I said turning away.

I can't believe I did not invite him in, but it was so awkward. I did not know if I was ready for what could come next. I had my best night sleep and the most pleasant dreams in a long time. Monday at work it was business as usual. I did not really see Joe. Tuesday morning there was a box on my desk and a note from a secret admirer. I opened the box and found roller blades. Next day a flower with a note thinking about you. God! How I like surprises and the feeling of being romanced. It did not take too long before Greg ask me about the yellow rose.

"Can we talk after work?" he asked.

I worried about that night with Greg all day long.

"Honestly Janice, I always felt something was missing between us, You are a real nice person, but we are missing a connection. It might be me. I'm not ready for what you want and need. I hope your new lucky guy knows how special you are. I want you to know, go for it if he is right for you." he said.

"Well Greg, he really is a nice guy, just like you. Its too early to tell where it might go. I met him dancing at a club last Sarturday." I smiled.

We kissed and parted. I turned around and told him there will be one lucky girl for you someday. We both smiled.

That evening Joe called. "How about we start some practicing tomorrow night, if you want, we can have a cook out first. Do you want me to pick you up or do you want to drive?"

"Joe, I'll drive. A cookout sounds great! I'll be there early, we can talk and enjoy dinner together." I grinned.

I have to admit I was a little turned on even before I arrived. Too many dreams about what could happen. During dinner, Joe brings up this concern about us dancing.

"Janice, I have been thinking about us dancing... might not be a good idea. It will be extremely hard to dance with you and not get turned on. There will be sultry seductive body contact. I'd like to practice a tango. When done right, it is a dance where couples fall in love. It meant to be seductive sultry and sexy.

"You have a thing with Greg, and as much a gentleman I can be, it may just be too hard for me to concentrate on just dancing. If we keep seeing one another, these feelings will build until they explode. I have to tell you I observed you from afar at the cub after work. I just can't figure you and Greg out. He is always looking and so are you. I do not want or need tension at work between me and Greg. I do think we have that potential to be complementary dance partners, but along the way I know I will want it to be more than that.

"Janice, one of the reasons I ask you to partner with me is that you are a perfect complement to me. Athletic, sexy, but you have the nicest legs just built for dancing to be exposed and admired. I have been wrestling with thoughts for a couple of days. There is a connection, a certain electricy that flow between us, that will lead to us being more involved."

Dinner and wine were nice, then we went in the living room to practice. He suggested we practice a tango. First, we walk through steps, then to music. Joe has this well fitted shirt on , he really looks good, sexy. As the dance progresses, there is a lot of body contact. We take a break. Joe tells me to sell the dance tango is a dance of love between partners. Its more than the dance, but the way the two approach each other making loving eye contact facial expression. We resume dancing. I feel an intensity in Joe's dancing, our bodies meet so sultry and gracefully I feel his hardness grind so sultry into my pelvic area. If he is trying to get me going he is succeeding. I can't believe how sexy he is and how good he dances. He is dancing into my heart. His smile is constant causing me to smile back. We do not have to fake love dancing, it is there. We take a break.

"Janice, it is so hard to dance with you and control all my body parts. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable." he spoke anxiously. He got so turned on he took my hand and placed it on his hardness and guided her up and down it.

"You see Janice, we have a problem. I can't hide it and I do not want to be barrasing you while dancing."

"You know what?" I offered. "I got an idea. Lets go shopping tomorrow night. I'll help you pick out a dance outfit and we'll go to a sporting goods store and get an athletic supporter. I just hope they have large sizes" I grinned.

We had a glass of wine and practiced more. At the end of the dancing. he bent me over and kissed me saying, "Here is another area we could use more practice"

Something got into me as I sought out his lips. I held him grind my body into him. Our tongues explored each others and electrical sensations rippled threw my body in delight. I forgot how sensual kissing could be. Or was my attraction towards Joe increasing? Finally Joe broke it off.

"Janice, no more practice tonight, I won't be the perfect gentleman. I"ll see you tomorrow to go shopping. I must be a glutton for punishment, clothes shopping with a woman!" he laughed, as wise ass smile breaks out on his face.

"After shopping lets dance a bit with your outfit on. By the way, Sally is invited to join us Saturday. I have a friend she might find attractive and he loves to dance My only promise from you is not to stare at him the entire time. He is more attractive than I."

I pick up the Cell phone.

"Sally, you still awake? Can I stop by? I have to tell you something. I know its late but I can't wait."

I fill Sally in on what is happening between Joe and I. I tell her about practicing for a dance contest Then I told her about his hard shaft problem.

She smiled. "You mean you did not offer to relieve him?"

"Sally, it's different with Joe. I'm still trying to figure him out. Sally, how did I miss so much? At the beach in just trunks Joe has a fantastic athletic body and a very nice ass." I gushed. Sally smiled again. "I have noticed that too, but I work too close to him to mix business and pleasure. Plus, he keeps it professional at all times. He never indicated he was interested. I bet your finding out what a nice guy he is."

"Oh, I've had some dreams about Joe" I added. "Well Sally, I have some good news. Joe asked me if you can join us dancing Saturday night. He has a friend that enjoys dancing. According to Joe, he is quite attractive. He made me promise not to stare at him all the time. Sally I never had this much fun with a guy."

"Janice I must tell you, Joe is quite intelligent. You may not see it at first but working day after day it surfaces. There is a reason our division is the most successful in the company. It Joe. Never seen a person look at situations and figure out solutions like him. Even the way he shifted the worker around putting them in positions that they were able to succeed. Let me tell another thing, He anticipates and sizes up situations and what people are thinking around him better than anyone, I know. Knowing him, he has made plans for well into the future."

"I'd say you are one lucky girl" Sally sighed.

"Sally, he has almost avoided me sexually. What's with that? My whole life my problem was keeping guys out of my pants" I said.

"Joe is probably planning for it to occur the perfect moment. Did it occur to you he wants you to feel it is right and natural not rushed. Maybe he is waiting to see if you are falling in love with him first. He is not Greg. I also think when the time comes it will be right and it will further bond your relationship. I think he is looking for more than sex" Sally smiled. "I think he wants to feel love. If it were just sex, we would not be having this discussion. You would be under his sheets now. I know how he thinks. I know he is planning it out. You realize he is wondering the same things as you are gagging, wondering if you are special enough for him and he is the same for you. Did you see all the women at the club the other night? Everyone of them had the stare and desire for Joe. He could have left accompied with any one or a dozen, He is looking for someone special wondering if it is you.

"Joe is a special guy, the type of guy if he asked me tomorrow I would not hesitate saying I do. I have a crush on him. He knows it, he is a flirt. He teases me to make coming to work so easy. His first day at work he told me he needed me to help him. He includes me in his decision-making. Hey I'm his secretary, I work with him everyday. I know him better than anyone. Do you know how we got the Mazda account? Joe presented his ideas with the rest of the execs; Mazda was playing us off on another advertising agency. Joe told the Mazda rep there is more to Sketches and Ideas; you are hiring a company being trusted to represent your image. He did research knew the Mazda Exec loved playing golf. He made this incredible bold move, taking the rest of the day off and going golfing with the Mazda exec Next day Mazda was in the fold.

"The bosses were so impressed they gave him a huge bonus, which he shared with me. Later, he told me how he got to the Mazda exec as they played golf he actually gave his golfing tips to improve his game/ His final tip was in putting. telling him you have to vision the putt going in the hole. I guess he explained that the exec's stroke did not follow through to the hole and showed him. After the exec started making puts and gained confidence in his putting stroke Joe looked at him and said, 'I promise you I will handle your account in the same professionalism and details'. Then he looked at the Mazda exec. Then again, 'If I don't bring home your account, I am probably fired. I did not have permission to go golfing. I made that bold move to let you gain a comfort zone with who would be handling your account.' Joe also knew he was a baseball fanatic and told him of his playing days at the club house. Janice, don't tell anyone about this.

"Sally, what does Joe like to do when not working?"

"He likes to fish both fresh water and salt water. He owns a small pull behind camper he uses to stay overnight fishing. That's why he drives the Toyota pickup, that and trips to the lumberyard. He is quite good at home improvements. The house he bought was a mess, he remodeled it. As a teenager he worked for a remodeling company. He is a huge baseball fan and just as much a hockey and football. He once told me, he was good enough to play pro hockey, but chose baseball. Told me when he was drafted and signed a bonus, that summer he used his bonus money to remodel his parent's home. He is humble and does not brag about himself, you have to draw it out of him. Even when he joined the company softball team, he waited his turn; he did not want to replace a regular. That changed after his first at bat. The guys said they never saw a ball hit that hard.

"Finally someone figured out he was an ex-pro player. That's his common bond with the guys that and I guess he is quite good at golf. Oh I have caught his lingering stares as you passed by, I even teased him about it, He laughs it off, I'm not ready for the rocker yet, might a well enjoy the view. Oh, he did inquire about you time to time but quickly dismissed it almost like a passing interest. He knew you looked through him like he was not there. I knew something was going on in his life the past couple of days he was smiling more. His energy level was higher. Till now I did not know who it was. Hey look, I'd gladly trade places with you."

When I left Sally's, my mind was spinning. Everything she told me about Joe drew me in to wanting being with Joe more and more. There was a growing warm spot in my heart. So far this has been the most exciting week of my life. It was refreshing to be romanced, his approach of winning his way into my heart. I did not worry about the rest of my body, it was already sexually charged. I still have that feeling of his shaft of steel imbedded in my mind. It was only a matter of time before it invaded my body. My whole body craved its entrance another thing was different; It was me wanting to get into his pants. Ooooh the erotic dreams I had thinking about that. I was waking up supercharged thinking about what the next day had in store for me. Joe was a constant thought in my mind and I liked the way I felt. God! Is Joe one sexy looking dude.

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Temptation

2011-07-11T18:30:00.000-07:00

Sometimes resisting temptation is easier said than done.

Mmmm, today was a good day. I was sitting at work fantasizing about the sexiest man that had to be alive, in my world anyway. I finally spoke to him on the way home last night…and that was all she wrote.

This man was godly; almost too good to be true. He had a nice and tight body with a smile that could kill. And you know what, he fucked me so good last night, I almost lost sight of who I was. Shit, how does one lose sight of who they are? Easy, when you do some shit you normally wouldn’t do without even thinking about it.

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Straight to the point….all I know is that when I got off work yesterday, I stopped to the store for my usual bottle of merlot. Fifteen minutes later, I was at home bent over my sofa with a fit-for-my-pussy dick inside of me. I’m almost certain that my neighbors heard my moans and demands to fuck me harder, as the sofa is conveniently positioned close to the main foyer of my two-level condo.

Damn, I can’t rber being so wet before. Was it the physical attraction, the little game of cat-and-mouse, or the inward and outward thrust of what felt to be the best dick ever? I’ll need to change my panties soon, cuz I’m getting wet just thinking about it.

If the sofa action wasn’t enough, I almost forgot being on my knees for what seemed like 3 minutes, before the eruption of warmth and wetness hit my face. I slightly opened my mouth hoping to feel his pleasures on my tongue, but that’s when I felt a tongue instead, kissing me passionately as if this were a last kiss.

He gently grabed my face, and while nibling on my ear whispered, “I’m not done.” I came for the fifth time.

He pulled me close. Put each of my breasts in his mouth and carefully examined both with his tongue. I almost lost it…wanting him inside me again. His tongue then trailed down to my clit, where he gently sucked and caressed his way inside of me. Undeniably, the best…never felt this way before. I almost got mad at how professional he was with his tongue, but I let it go. His hair was jet black and curly, with enough length for me to grab it and finger his curls while he ate my pussy like a pro.

I almost didn’t notice my secretary knocking at the door. I also didn’t realize that my skirt had been unfastened, in the midst of me fingering myself at the thought of last night’s rendezvous. I asked my secretary to give me a moment while I regrouped and got myself together.

My secretary acknowledged me once more and indicated that I had an important call waiting on the line for me. I automatically assumed that it was my afternoon conference call, which needless to say, I wasn’t really in the mood for.

While trying to clear my previous thoughts, I answered the phone and to my surprise it was Mr. Sexy himself. I couldn’t believe he actually called me at work. Was he crazy? After last night, we agreed that it wouldn’t be right for us to see each other again. In fact, we had an understanding that if we saw one another in the streets, we would simply act as if nothing happened.

If there was one thing I didn’t tolerate, it was drama! I didn’t bring drama to the workplace and I damn sure didn’t allow drama where I lay my head. Although I had an amazing time last night, the fact still remained that I broke one of my rules. After eye-fucking my neighbor for the past year, I finally broke the silence; told him how I felt, and now he’s got me at my desk masturbating!

Why is this so wrong? Reason number two is because he’s my neighbor; too close for comfort. But reason number one is because he’s a married man, and therefore should’ve been off limits. Did I mention he’s a happily married man? I was just that enticing last night, with my form-fitting dress and killer red stilettos.

So again, why was he calling? That’s simple. He wanted to see me again. He couldn’t stop thinking about me. Little did he know, I couldn’t stop thinking about him either. So now, it looks like all my rules have been tossed out the window.

When my secretary came back into my office and notified me that my conference call for the day had been rescheduled for next week, I decided to take the rest of the day off. Mr. Sexy had made it very clear that he wanted me again, and the feelings were mutual on my end.

With his wife out of town on business, shit could get pretty complicated.

My conscience was trying to get the best of me and I almost reconsidered; but on second thoughts, cheers to another bottle of merlot and a good fuck.

Private Session

2011-07-11T05:33:00.000-07:00

Miss Kim wants more men then most women can handle and her therapist loves it.

“So tell me Miss Kim what was it that you did last night?” Asked Dr. Guthrie. He had been my therapist for the past year and I knew he enjoyed my escapades. He lived to see me at my weekly appointments, almost as much as I did. Being a ‘freak’ such as me there is something in telling someone what you had done and watching his crotch grow strong is my ultimate goal. Dr. Guthrie has seen me squirm in my seat, sweat bullets from the anticipation of the night and masturbate. His coolness in posture is what keeps me coming back. I am addicted to him.

“The black dress I wore had one big advantage. I could take it off and be naked in seconds. A pair of fishnets, no bra, along with some high heels set off my minimalist approach. I had a long black coat with me that I threw around myself before I headed out.” It’s so nice to be able to watch his green eyes twinkle when I describe my clothes. I wonder what he’s like in bed.

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At 36 I believe I am at my peak, both physically and emotionally. My appetite for sex was described, by one of my past therapists, as being like that of a randy teenage boy in a girl's dressing room. I'd always thought that I was different, and from an early age I was playing with all sorts of toys to bring myself off. Finally I met a group of other people with the same appetite for adventure and we used our experiences to help counsel each other, in more ways than one.

To put it in plain English, I love group sex and as long as they are legal, they are there for the taking. I had been sacked and reinstated, groped and fondled by hundreds of men and a few boys and I loved it.

“So Kimberly where did you decide to go? Did you meet you friends?” He was ready for the story to begin, I can tell by him setting his coffee mug down on the table in front of us. I wasn’t entirely sure where to begin with him. Should I start with the doorman who I had regularly given head to on his smoke breaks, or the neighbors babysitter who I would pay to give a hand job to. Either way he wanted a story not the bullshit insignificant little details.

So I told him about the finest night of my life.

“I got in my car and headed towards a city I had never been in before and I was ready for everything.” I found an empty parking lot and stepped out into the street and headed north up a small street looking for somewhere to have dinner. A young Chinese girl corralled me into her restaurant where I enjoyed a lovely soup and a plate of Singapore noodles with chicken before I knocked back my second glass of white and headed off.

The warmth from the wine heightened my desires and as I walked north looking for a bar or a nightclub I noticed an alley that led off to the right. At the end of the lane was a flashing neon light that simply said 'Adult'. I headed down past the empty boxes and garbage cans and saw that it was an adult store with nearly all the flashing lights either busted or burnt out. I looked at the tatty carpet on the stairs that led up to the first floor and I could smell stale cigarettes and beer.

“It was a dirty establishment and do you know what? It excited me all the more because of it.” I lay back on his couch, closed my eyes and began imagining the night all over again my head.

I climbed the stairs slowly and entered a long room with DVD's and books lining each wall. The center of the room had a long display full of toys for both genders and at the end of the room sat a man in his thirties and a woman in her twenties. They were chatting amicably and both looked up and smiled as I entered. I looked at a few of the movies and scanned the room looking for something for later on if I was unable to find any excitement. They had a few signs behind them advertising a theatre with live shows and movies. I thought about it and decided that should be interesting.

"Excuse Me," I said as I walked up the counter. "What movie is on at the moment?"

"Not sure," he said and began shuffling through a pile of DVD's on the desk.

I smiled at the young girl who looked me up and down then smiled back.

"This one here," he said holding up a German teen film.

I looked at the cover that had a young brunette on it taking on three men. My kind of scene, it sent a tingle between my legs as I looked at the young girl on the box.

"Looks good," I said to him

"Are you a friend of Sandra's?" the young girl asked.

I looked at her questioningly. "Sandra?" I replied, “ No, I don’t know anyone by that name."

"Oh," she said and looked at the man. "That's OK, I’m sure she would love to meet you."

I paid my $10 and walked up some stairs to a door with another flickering light above it. I opened the door and I could just see the screen away to my right. And that was about all I could see.

As the door closed behind me I could barely see anything so I pulled out my cell phone from my purse and flicked it open. The faint light exposed a row of seats so I followed them down and to the right. I aimed the phone upwards and I could see that no one was sitting in any of the seats. I decided to sit and let my eyes adjust before moving again.

After a few minutes, and after watching two slender girls doing each other with a dildo, I could make out the layout of the theatre. The seats were set up in a V shape and I was about one third of the way down a fairly large cinema. From my seat I could see the entire seating arrangement and I soon realized that very few people were in there. At the front was an old man who looked to be asleep and to the back was a group of eight all sitting about. Realizing I was alone, and in almost total darkness, I lifted my dress up and slipped my panties off. I tucked them into my handbag and sat back with my legs open and watched the movie.

As my eyes adjusted I noticed that the people at the back of the theatre had moved seats. I watched for a while and counted only seven heads. One had gone, or so it appeared. The scene on the movie changed to one of a young brunette being fucked by two men in a kitchen. One man had his face between her legs mauling her pussy while she sat atop of the other man who had his cock in her ass.

I began to rub my trimmed pussy as I watched the girl being plugged in her ass and cunt. She was really enjoying it and so was I. As I rubed my clit I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I could feel a much-needed orgasm begin to come to the surface. I realized what I really needed though was to feel a nice hard cock in my cunt just like the girl on the screen.

Again I looked over to the group at the back of the theatre and one of them had moved. I watched them for a bit longer and in the gap between two heads I saw another, obviously female head, rise up between them.

Now I knew why they were moving and why there was a disappearing head.

Here was a woman, it seemed, even more of a sex feign than me. I had to check her out. I grabed my purse and navigated my way through the chairs onto the center aisle. It was about 20 rows to the back of the theatre and as I got closer I could see more clearly. I stopped three rows before them and sat at the end of the row. I was no longer interested in the movie and I focused on what was going on behind me.

The woman was hunched over to the left and her head was bobing up and down. From what I could see she appeared to be naked. The scene on the movie changed to a bright beach scene that illuminated the theatre. I could see that the men being pleasured were of a wide range of ages and nationalities. One of them in his 30’s stood up and was looking at me as he stepped over the seats down into the row I was in. My heart was beating like a scared rabit and he was unzipping his fly as he walked towards me. I could smell semen in the air and I licked my lips in anticipation. I hitched my dress up and when he was next to me I spread my legs wide. He saw my open pussy and fished his semi hard cock out of his pants. I sat forward in my seat and took hold of his damp rod and sucked it into my mouth. I could taste pre-cum on his cock as I licked the head and swirled my tongue around its expanding girth. I saw out of the corner of my eye another movement as another man got up from his chair.

"Hello, hello, whom do we have here?" he said as he came closer.

"I have no idea mate," said the guy I was sucking, "but she's fucking hot."

Of course I was flattered by his comments so I squeezed his balls as I sucked him off. I felt some hands on my shoulders as the man behind me began to caress my body. He moved my hair over to the side and slid my dress strap down over my shoulder.

I spread my legs even wider and leant back in the chair, breaking contact with the guy I was sucking who immediately sat down on my left. I rested my head on the back of the chair and looked up at the older man above me. His cock was already out and as hard as iron. I felt a hand reach down and rub my slit as the older guy reached down and pushed my dress down over my shoulders and exposed my breasts. I reached up and grabed his cock and pulled on its thickness. In the dim light I could see cum oozing out of his slit. Desiring to feel it slide to the back of my throat I licked it up with my tongue and swallowed the cream.

"This is one nasty little slut," he said as he knelt down and turned my head around gently, "Now suck my cock."

His thick cock tasted of sweat and cum as I gulped it down into my mouth. The guy next to me sucked on my left nipple as he fingered my cunt. The effect was amazing and when I felt a third hand on my right thigh I came with an immensity that was frightening. My insides contracted and a wave of pins and needles swept through my body, I squirmed and let the cock fall from my mouth as my body pulsed and shook.

"Fuck me," I said to anyone who would listen, "Someone just fuck me."

I stood up and pulled my dress off and noticed that the man who had joined us was about 40 and a little chuby but did I care? As long as he had a cock I was happy.

My standing up and talking got the attention of everyone including the other woman who was being fingered and mauled by three men.

She broke away from them and stepping over the seats came towards me.

She was only about five foot four and had long dark curly hair. From what I could tell in the dark she was about 45 and a little chuby around the middle but she oozed sexuality. She was completely naked and she had red patches all over her from all the groping she had received from the men.

"Hello darling," she said as she came down to my row. "I'm Sandra, welcome to the club." she kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. I kissed her back on the lips and instantly I knew I had found another soul mate. Her tongue flicked around my mouth as if it was searching for something and her hands went instantly to my sopping pussy. The man to my left was rubing her cunt and the chuby guy was playing with my ass.

I put my left foot up on the seat and she rubed my slit as she bent over and sucked my left nipple.

"Time to fuck," she said. Sandra spun around and pushed the legs of the man to my left together and sat down on his lap.

I knelt on the chair and stuck my ass out at just the right height for chuby to slide his cock in. Oldie offered his cock to me and I sucked it in just as chuby was the first to fuck me for the night. His cock felt fantastic as it ploughed into my wet slit. More bodies came down around us and when I looked next to me at Sandra she was riding the other man in the reverse cowboy position as she sucked the cock of some other guy.

I looked around and all the men had their dicks out and ready to go. Oldie moved over as another dick was offered to me, I immediately licked and sucked. I felt chuby pull his dick out and another longer one took its place as I continued to swap between the two.

"What a pair of dirty sluts," someone said.

I looked again at Sandra who was licking and pulling on a cock for all its worth.

She looked up at the man she was sucking and said "Cum all over my face, come on, do it."

Sure enough he grabed his cock with his right hand and the top of her head with his left and shot a stream of cum all over her. It landed on her forehead and ran down into her right eye, some landed in her open mouth but most was all over her face. "Here," I said, "let me get that for you." I licked the cum out of her eye as she licked the remains of cum from his cock.

I could feel the cock in my pussy harden as his speed increased.

"Jesus," he cried as he pulled his cock out and let loose a spray of jism onto my ass. I could feel some land on my back and run down the backs of my legs. He slapped me on the right cheek and slammed his cock back into me. Both the spent men were replaced and I went back to satisfying the two cocks above me.

Another man sat on the seat to my left and began twisting and pulling my nipples. I could feel the oncoming tremor of another organism as the four of them pushed the pleasure boundaries. When the man fucking me stuck his finger in my ass, and the man to my left rubed my clit, I shoved backwards and cooed as my body was overcome with pure pleasure.

The guy fucking me rubed his cock all over my ass cheeks before sliding two fingers into my ass hole. I looked around to the middle aged Italian man and said, "Fuck me where you please."

He was quick to pull his cock out of my pussy and after he spat on his hand and rubed it around his knob, he began to push it into my ass.

"Oh Christ," he said, "This is a first."

I looked at the young man, who was mauling my boobs to my left, and said

"Rub my pussy, get it nice and wet because you're going to fuck it next."

He didn't even have his dick out, but it didn't take long. A few seconds later his pants were around his ankles and his cock was pulsing hard in his hand. I looked over to Sandra who was now standing up and leaning forward, taking one cock in her pussy while sucking another. She kept looking around to the man drilling her as he pulled his cock out all the way, before quickly shoving it back in.

The Italian was plugging away quite nicely and I was happy to just be here being used and satisfied by these anonymous men. After a few minutes though Italian, who had quickened his pace substantially, pulled his cock out and shot a load of thick cum, like white custard, over my asshole. I could feel it drip down into my cunt and youngie, to his credit, rubed it in.

I needed to feel completely filled so I grabed youngie by the hand and dragged him up. There was no way I could organize what I wanted on the chairs and the only option was the steps.

"Come with me," I said.

He dutifully followed me to the wide steps and I pointed at the dirty carpet.

"Lie down," I said.

His dick was fairly large and rock hard. He lay back on the carpet and I squatted above him. I looked over to Sandra who now had two dicks to suck. I held the young guys cock and squatted above him. As I slid down onto his rod he reached up and squeezed my boobs. His massage technique needed some fine-tuning but his cock was of a good enough size to make up for it.

"Now that's a live show," another said.

I looked down and could see three figures walking up the stairs. Youngie couldn't hold back any longer and as he said 'shit, shit, sorry' he unloaded a warm serving of cum into my pussy. Glob after glob sprayed down onto my open hole and down into the mess lying on youngies nut sack.

"Looks like you need a clean up," I said to him. I sucked his cock into my mouth, licking up all of our juices. I licked down to his tight sack and licked all the combined juices off him. I felt a hand on my backside and when I looked around the three new lads were watching me clean up.

"Do we have to pay extra for this?" one of them asked.

I told them no, they just need to arrive at the right time. I gathered up my stuff, looked at Sandra. She was laying on another piece of dirty carpet being fondled by a man who was very much amused by her swollen clit. She looked up at me and smiled. I blew her a kiss and mouthed “I will see you later”.

“She waved and I put my dress back on, found my shoes and walked out the theater doors. I smiled at the couple behind the counter and walked out the Adult stores door.”

Dr. Guthries office was very quiet, so quiet in fact I opened my eyes and looked around. I saw him standing in the corner with a towel in his hand wiping off something. It made me smile when I realized he had his penis in his hand and next to the couch where I was laying was cum on the carpet. I dipped my fingers into the stain and scooped a small bit of it into my hand. I played with it for a moment and then slipped my hand between my legs and began to fondle myself. Dr. Guthrie must have become aware of my movements because he turned in time to see what I was doing.

He walked over to me and said, “ Miss Kim, it’s very hard for me to tell you this but I will have to stop seeing you as my patient.”

“Doctor” I said as I got to my knees while still on his couch. I grabed his pants and in one swift motion I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and had his hard cock in my hand. “That’s Fine” I told him and placed his hot, hard and throbing cock into my mouth.

Jessica and James A Love Story

2011-07-10T18:20:00.000-07:00

From tragedy, Twins find salvation in love

This is a work of fiction. Any resblance to anyone anywhere is purely coincidental

My name is James Rowland. My twin sister Jessica and I have been living

together as husband and wife, sharing the same bed and raising our own twin children,

for the last twenty years. We are deeply in love and totally committed to each

other and to the family created by that love. We are well aware of what our

friends, and the law, would say if our secret were exposed, but are determined that nothing will ever keep us apart.

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Even as children, Jessica and I had always been close. Our bond as twins was exceptionally strong. As a consequence we never developed strong friendships outside of our own house. We had become best friends and our classmates always felt like outsiders.

Otherwise, Jessica and I lived the same suburban lifestyle that most

siblings experience in the American Midwest. We cared deeply for each other, but in a completely innocent way. We were happy and secure in our lives with our future ahead of us.

Our eighteenth birthdays fell in early June, right before High School Graduation. As a gift to celebrate our ascension into adulthood, our folks gave us matching cars and offered to pay for whatever college we wished to attend. Life was good. Just a few weeks later, however, our lives would be changed forever.

Mom and Dad had gone out for a day trip together. I was in our driveway, washing my new Mustang, when a police car pulled up. I don't fully rber their exact words, but they told me that both of our parents had died in an accident only a few miles from our home. The news struck me with a giant

thud.

I argued with them that they must be mistaken, I had just seen them leave only an hour before. It was then that Jessica appeared. Where I had reacted with anger and disbelief, she understood the gravity of the situation immediately. I will never be able to forget her pained, hysterical screams at hearing the

dreadful news.

The next few days were a blur of pain and sorrow. Only then did Jessica and I find out just how alone we really were. We had no other family. No grandparents to comfort us, no aunts or uncles to give us words of support in our time of need. Our own special relationship had gotten in the way of whatever friendships we might have started with others. Friends that would have otherwise been able to help us deal with our grief. At their funeral, only a few of our parent's friends and coworkers came to pay their last respects.

Mom and Dad were wealthy and had made plans for our security in the event that something happened to them. As a result, Jessica and I inherited a great deal of money. Enough to be sure that we would want for nothing. But they could not have predicted how much we needed the love which they could no longer give us.

On the night that our new lives began I was laying on my bed feeling the weight of my grief. It was the Fourth of July and the neighborhood was preparing for their Independence Day celebrations. The whole idea filled me with bitterness. Independence was the last thing I wanted to celebrate.

Jessica had been showering in the Jack and Jill bathroom we shared. After she finished, I

could hear her crying softly. It was a sad, lonely sound that penetrated my own morose feelings and brought out my concern for her. I knocked on the door and softly called her name.

"Jessica, are you okay? Do you need anything?"

I waited for a few moments but was answered only by more quiet sobs. I opened the door and saw Jessica curled up in the corner with a towel wrapped around her body. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

"I miss them soo much James, I miss them so much."

"I know. I do to."

I didn't know what else to say so I walked over and sat next to her. She leaned into me and I put my arms around her for comfort. We stayed there for a long while, holding each other and rbering better days. Eventually she stopped crying and relaxed fully against me. She had her head buried in my shoulder.

“I'm so afraid of being alone. Promise me you'll always be there for me James. Promise me..."

“I will Jess, We are family. Never forget that."

She felt very weak in my arms and, not wanting to leave her on the cold floor, I gathered her up and carried her to her bed. When I laid her down, the towel around her loosened, exposing her hips and thighs. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Jessica was. We may have been twins, but we look nothing alike. Whereas is I am over six feet tall with strong features and brown eyes, Jessica is barely over five feet and has the most incredible green eyes I have ever seen. Although I confess that I had, since graduation, fantasized about her, I never thought to pursue any of these fantasies. I believe that most young men who are lucky enough to live in a house with a beautiful sister will have experienced the same lewd desires that had gone through my head, but I would never have dreamed that any of them might soon come true. But once we had lost our parents, prior to this particular day, such thoughts

had been banished from my mind.

Still, there were times during those few short weeks when I would see her in a skimpy bikini, tight shorts, or a thin top with no bra underneath and I would find myself steeling glimpses of her and how her body had developed. Never the less, she was my sister and that's how I thought of her. It had all been completely innocent, but now, looking down at her long toned

legs and wonderfully curvaceous hips, I was taken aback at how alluring and sexy she really had become. She didn't seem to notice that she was partially exposed.

When she rolled over onto her back I could see her wispy pubic hair under the towel. I tried to look away, to make it seem as if I hadn't been starring at her. All at once, I was barrassed and ashamed. Good Lord, I thought, this is my sister I'm looking at! I shifted my gaze to her face, trying to act natural and brotherly. I hoped desperately that she hadn't noticed my weakness, or the erection growing inside my sweat pants! I started to turn away, intending to leave the room and the illicit temptation I was feeling when she took hold of my hand.

"James, you don't have to go. Please stay, I can't stand being alone right now!"

When she took my hand, her towel opened almost to her up to her breasts, but still she acted as if she didn't notice or care if I, her own brother, could see her naked body. I was caught completely off balance and didn't know how to react. Part of me wanted to bolt from the room, to forget the thoughts I was having, but a growing desire to see where this played out demanded I stay. I just stood there, lusting for my sister and feeling like a dirty little boy. When she tugged on my hand and pulled me onto the bed next to her I didn't resist.

Jessica turned over onto her side with my chest against her back with only that damn towel and my own sweat pants separating us. She pulled my arm over her and laid my hand between her breasts. To my shame I was as aroused I had ever been. She was a vulnerable, stunningly beautiful young woman. My body no longer cared if we were twins, I was as hard as I could possible get.

Up to now I had been keeping my hips away from her, but she scooted closer to me and pressed her perfectly shaped ass right against my cock. For long moments neither of us spoke, Slowly Jess started to lightly move herself against my erection, until it was pressed firmly into the crack of her ass. Even as naive as I was, I knew that there was no way she didn't know what was happening! I was so frightened, afraid that our special bond would be destroyed by a foolish impulse, that I didn't dare move a muscle.

Fortunately Jessica suffered no such qualms. Feeling the trbles that passed through me she decided to make her intentions clear to even my confused mind. She opened the towel and placed my hand directly on her breast.

"It's okay James, you can touch me. If you want to..."

I didn't know what to say. Before this night, she had always just been my twin sister. Now, feeling her silken skin under my fingertips, I knew that our relationship had fundamentally changed. I gently fondled her breasts. Her brown areoles stood out starkly against her alabaster white skin, I watched her nipples harden into thick nubs as I rubed my palm over them. I began playing my fingers up and down her body, keeping my touch feathery light.

She shifted onto her back again and silently held my gaze. At that singular moment, we dared ourselves to push beyond the boundaries of family and into the realm of lovers. I leaned down and our lips found each other in the most amazingly passionate kiss I had ever experienced. She was my sister, but I wanted her desperately.

My concern was that she was only offering herself to me because of a feeling of insecurity and loss. I had to say something to let her know I loved her as a brother. I did want to make love to her, but only if she was absolutely sure.

"Jessica, I love you. I always have and I always will. You don't.....we don't have to do this, I'm not going to leave you."

She ran her hand over me, feeling my hardness through the soft material of

my sweat pants. She held me in her small hands, exploring my length. Her voice

was a nervous whisper.

"I've never touched one before." She sat up on her knees, still gently stroking me through my pants. She looked up at me again.

"A lot of boys have asked me out James, but I never wanted any of them. None of them interested me. You have had my love for as long as I can rber. I never really knew what that meant, but I do now. You’re the only man I will ever desire, the only one I could ever love."

I was touched to the core by her sentiment and wrapped my arms around her nude form. I realized that my love for my sister had never been so powerful.

She rested her head on my chest.

“I've saved myself for the right man, now I know that man is you, even if you are my brother. Maybe that makes me a sick, horrible person, but I don't care. I want you to be my first and only lover.”

“Please don't turn me away James, I couldn't bare it."

Tears were running down her face by then and I felt my own tears welling up in my eyes. I lifted her chin and kissed her once again. I had thought that she was probably a virgin, but hearing her say it, knowing that I was going to be her first, had my heart pounding so fast I thought I might faint right there!

Jessica lifted my shirt and pulled it over my head. I stood up next to the bed to remove my pants but she held my hand to stop me.

"James, let me do it."

She slipped off the bed and knelt at my feet. Pulling my pants down, She took hold of my bare penis.

"Holy cow James, it's beautiful. It feels so......alive!" Taking hold of it she began stroking it slowly.

"It feels so hot".

She appeared mesmerized by it and, inch by inch, moved closer until her lips brushed against the head. She rubed it over her cheeks and kissed it lightly, leaving a tiny wet spot on the head of my mber.

She was driving me wild with desire and I was afraid that I would cum right in her face. When she opened her mouth and slid it over me I moaned loudly.

"Ooo yea sis, that’s soo fuckin' good!"

I brought my hands to her head and guided her motions, sliding my cock in until she could take no more and then withdrawing. After a few moments she settled on the slow pace I had set and sucked me with long steady strokes. Soon I had come to the end of my control.

"Jessica stop, stop or I'm not gonna be able to hold back!"

Jessica sucked me for a few seconds more then pulled her mouth off of my glistening wet rod.

"I'm not afraid of letting you cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. But that can wait."

She lay back down on the bed and guided my prick toward her virgin pussy.

"Please, make love to me James. Take me and make me yours."

For a moment, I considered asking her to wait while I retrieved a condom from my room, but truthfully, at that moment I was willing to take the chance that she might get pregnant. She certainly didn't seem concerned. As it turned out later she wanted to have a baby with me.

As I lay between her slim thighs, I marveled again at her youthful beauty. She was lean and athletic, yet soft and delicate. I gently kissed her again, this time trailing my kisses down her neck. She wrapped her arms around me as I nibled her tender flesh. My hardness almost throbed with need, but I knew she had never been penetrated before. I was going to make her First Time be as wonderful and as painless as I could.

I slowly kissed my way down to her firm titties. When my mouth first sucked on one of her hardened buds her back arched off the bed

"Oh God James, that feels so nice."

Her breathing was becoming heavier and her body felt hot, almost fevered under me. I continued kissing and playing with her shapely breasts for a time, but I could tell she was becoming frustrated, wanting more. I kissed my way down her belly and finally down to her moist pussy.

"James, what are you going to....are you gonna kiss me there?!"

"Mmm yes I am. Trust me, your gonna love this!"

When my tongue flicked out and slid over her clit she almost screamed in pleasure. I began licking and nibling at her virginity and her hips began gyrating around. She tasted fresh and sweet. My tongue swirled and probed, caressing her most private of places. I became lost in our heated passions. Passions that we were both being consumed by. Jessica ran her hands through my thick hair, guiding me to the spots that gave her the greatest of pleasures. I gazed up at her and watched as she tweaked and pulled at her own hardened nipples.

Caressing her hips and thighs, I tried to go slowly, letting the feeling build within her. I could hear her breathing becoming deeper and felt her legs tense and flex at the pleasure of having her sex kissed so intimately. Within just a few minutes, her body tensed and jerked as she was enveloped by the first orgasm she ever experienced at the hand of another.

I knew the time had come and I could wait no longer. I moved up between her shaking thighs and rubed the head of my cock into the wetness of her cunt.

"Jessica, are you sure this is what you want? I'm your brother. We will never be able to take this back."

She opened her smoldering eyes. There was a fire within her, a hunger that would not be dissuaded.

"Yes, I've wanted this for soo long.... I want you so badly it hurts."

She reached between us and guided my cock to her unviolated entrance.

"Put it in me, I need to feel you inside me now!"

God help me I could no longer resist. I pushed in until the head of my cock slipped inside and bumped her barrier. She winced at the sudden contact and locked her ankles around my legs.

"I don't care if it hurts James. Don't stop. Make love to me."

I pumped a few times, just coating the tip of my solid cock with her moistness. My own precum was leaking and I was soon wet enough to slide in easily. I pushed forward hard, feeling her hymen snap as I slid deeply into her channel. She cried out in momentary pain and then accepted me into her womanhood.

The feeling of being inside her was indescribable. She was soaking wet, but incredibly tight. Her newly opened pussy griped me wonderfully. I leaned down on her body and kissed her while I started thrusting in and out. She held me close to her with her arms and legs, encouraging me to ride her to ecstasy.

"Oh yes James, you feel soo good inside me, you feel so good!"

She moaned loudly as I hit bottom and started bucking her hips up to meet my thrusts. We soon found our rhythm and bolts of pleasure shot through us.

Night had fallen and her room was suddenly illuminated be the exploding rockets from the celebrations outside. We were startled for a moment, overcome by the ironic appropriateness of the spectacle. The fireworks outside highlighted the love we were sharing and signaled the release of our sorrows. It seemed as if we had found Nirvana.

I soon started moving in her again, slowly and gently. Her hands caressed my back each time I slid forward. The look on her beautiful face was burned into my memory forever. Her green eyes held mine, as if she could see directly into my soul. Her mouth opened, her head thrown back slightly as if she could barely take the intensity of the moment. It was the look of rapture, of ultimate love.

Jessica rolled me onto my back, somehow managing to keep me buried inside. She began riding me, driving my lance deeper and deeper into her slit. We moved as one, reveling in the intensity of our lovemaking. When she spoke, it was as if her inner soul were bearing itself to me. The deepest sort of honesty one never shares with another.

"Love me James, you’re my brother and my love."

Her yearning tunnel pulled and squeezed on my cock as she gyrated her hips against me. Her movements became harder and more powerful as she bore down on me. I was speechless at this point, the sight of her lean, athletic body writhing and grinding upon me was mesmerizing. I cupped her breasts in both my hands and rolled her nipples in my fingers. My touch on her breasts sent her over the brink. Her thighs tightened around my hips and her whole body went ridged. Jessica threw her head back and moaned loudly as her orgasm crested. I could feel her contractions squeezing me as she came.

Finally, she collapsed on my chest. It was absolutely amazing. My arousal at this point was uncontrollable. I was about to roll her over again, determined to fuck her as hard as I could, but she stopped me with a deep, passionate kiss. When she rose up again, I could see the desperate hunger in her eyes. She started to ride me hard, her fingernails digging into my chest.

"Cum for me James, cum inside me and let me feel like a women should feel. I want it so badly. Oh my god, I'm fucking my own brother and I love it!"

Her words and the incredibly tight feeling of her newly opened vagina were too much for me to resist any longer. I grabed hold of her shapely hips and held her down upon me as I came, flooding her deepest recesses with my seed, the illicit seed of her own brother. It was the most erotic and exciting moment I have ever experienced even up to this very day.

Afterward, Jessica curled up in my arms and we held each other in the afterglow of our bliss until morning. We slept together the next night and every night hereafter. We eventually moved into the master bedroom and soon after conceived our own twin girls in the very same bed that we, ourselves, were conceived in eighteen years before.

Once Jessica told me she was pregnant, we decided to sell that house and

move to San Francisco. It was a chance to start anew, where nobody would know us. Where we could live as husband and wife without anyone suspecting the true nature of our relationship.

Our own girls are twenty years old now. They are both healthy and beautiful. We have never told them the truth about us, but if they do find out one day we will tell them that we love each other and this is the life that brought us happiness. We can only hope that they will understand.

Sara's Surprise

2011-07-08T10:21:00.000-07:00

Cousin Sara and friends educate a virgin

At the age of sixteen, I was, like many a virgin, shy and somewhat sullen. Unlike the vast majority of my friends, I had not found a love. Vivid memories of that time, of how others seemed less awkward, still haunt me now. It would be fair to say that sex was a complete mystery to me, but the summer of 1999 changed that forever.

It was July, summer was in full bloom and everyone appeared to be excessively happy, everyone except for me that was. I was physically immature and painfully self-conscious. As the days dragged by, I sunk deeper and deeper into youthful depression. All this was exaggerated by the news that my family’s traditional summer sojourn by the coast was to be cancelled, due to some unforeseen expenses. Then one Friday morning towards the end of July, my parents informed me that they had decided, on the spur of the moment, to go away for a long weekend, and that they were to leave that very evening. The news came as a surprise, which turned to shock when I discovered that I was to stay with my aunt, uncle and cousin, Sara, for the duration of my parents’ absence. I protested, but plans had been laid, and my plea went unheard. All this was compounded by the fact that my twin sister, Jenny, had got out of the situation by persuading my parents to let her stay with friends. Let me explain: I was not overly fond of these particular relations, in fact I detested them. My aunt was a complete snob, especially with regard to her darling daughter. Uncle Henry, in retrospect, wasn’t that bad, although he too doted far too heavily on Sara, never seeing her for the mischievous brat that she was. Sara, it must be said, brought a whole new meaning to the term ‘precocious’, she fair brimmed with self-confidence. Three days in the company of cousin Sara was, without exaggeration, a nauseating prospect. By five o’clock, on that Friday afternoon, having arrived and washed, I was taking tea with my aunt, and Sara. The mood over tea was sombre; I got the distinct impression that my presence was considered an imposition. Eventually, tea was over and I was told to go to my room and unpack. The room that was to be mine for the next few days was, beyond doubt, the most dreary I had ever seen, although in a strange way I felt happy in there; it matched my mood. After all, there is nothing worse than the juxtaposition of beauty and abomination. Outside, framed in a Gothic stained glass window, was a large oak tree which blocked out much of the sunlight, yet somehow razor shape shafts of brilliance beat their way into the room, dappling the solitary bed in shades of silver and gold. Once again, I looked around the room, and then began to wonder where I was to put my clothes, as there wasn't even a wardrobe to be seen. It was then that I became aware of someone stood behind me, it was Sara. So close was she that, as I turned, I could feel her warm breath upon my face. She told me that there was an empty draw under the bed in which I could store my belongings, and then offered to help me unpack. Before I had chance to refuse, she began to delve through my possessions, removing T-shirts, socks, trousers and, inevitably, several pairs of boxer shorts. I was really quite barrassed by this, and I think it showed on my face; especially when Sara said with a sly giggle "Now I've seen your boxers, I suppose you want to see my panties." I didn’t reply to her question, which made her laugh even more, but it started me thinking. After what seemed to be an eternity, the tension was broken by the sound of my aunt calling for us to come downstairs. At the foot of the stairs, my aunt told us that she had arranged a treat; we were going to the cinema for the evening. Soon, we were on our way. Sat in the back of the car with Sara, however, turned out to be a nightmare blend of erotic fear and exhilaration; sketched in twilight, she slid up close to me and proceeded to pinch the upper regions of my leg. But what could I do, or say? I just had to sit there and endure the torment. Angered my by lack of response, her playfulness soon turned to spite. Mercifully, the journey to the cinema was a short one. The film, I cannot even rber its name now, was less than enjoyable; most of the evening was spent worrying about what Sara had in mind next. In bed, that night, I began to think about Sara, about how she had developed since last seeing her two years before. She was about the same age as me, and I must say she had blossomed; her hair was light blonde and curled loosely in the shape of a bob, her lips pouted a moist blood red. But, most striking of all was the luminescence of her frosted, shattered ice, green eyes. At about 5’7, she was a few inches taller than I, her body was slender and her skin a creamy white; not unlike a china doll. What struck me most was the size of her breasts; they were now curvaceous and pert. The more I thought about her the more sexually excited I became. Yet, I knew that I should forbid such feelings, and so I closed my eyes to sleep.

At around dawn, I awoke with a start, to find Sara sat on the bed beside me. Immediately, realising that I was partly uncovered, I hastily pulled the sheets up under my chin. Sara smiled, and said "Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything." I lay there riveted by her gaze. Splinters of light, from the window behind, caught her curls, spitting bolts of colour, to form a halo about her face. She was wearing a long, pale blue, cotton, T-shirt; which just covered her thigh. I could not take my eyes off of her, and following the line of her smooth legs I could feel the first stirrings of an erection. Plucking up courage, I asked what she wanted. "Just to talk," she replied. Again, I fell silent, and wondered at the scene. By this time the tumescence of my erection had become conspicuous through the bedclothes, and this prompted Sara’s curiosity. In a haughty, but eloquent, tone she enquired, "Do you masturbate very often?" I could not believe her questions; in fact, I was completely dumb struck. "It’s all right, you can tell me. I do it," she continued eagerly. But still I remained quiet. Her next questions were even more unexpected, "Would you mind me watching you masturbate, or letting me do it for you?" and as she asked she placed her hand over my erection: stroking me through the sheets.

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By now I had become slightly more adventurous, and tentatively I reached forward to stroke Sara’s bare legs; I even asked if I could lift up her T-shirt to look underneath. But, suddenly, as my hand moved to her thigh, Sara got up and hurried towards the bedroom door, pausing for a second to say, "There’s no time this morning, but I’ll come early tomorrow and then we can do it properly."

My anticipation, throughout that Saturday, was unbelievable; each time I got close to Sara I became aroused. I think she noticed my excitement because whenever I looked at her she would wink a knowing wink. Slowly, the morning turned into afternoon. At about two o’clock, Sara went off for a riding lesson with some of her friends; leaving me in the company of my aunt. Being rather bored, I decided to go to my room and read for a while. I suppose I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I rber is waking up to the sound of Sara’s footsteps downstairs.

Jumping off the bed, I ran to greet her. What a sight she was, standing there in full riding gear. She beckoned me to follow into the cloakroom; which, I must admit, I was more than happy to do. Without a word, she removed her riding cap and placed it in the corner with her crop. Then, turning back to face me, she, hesitantly, began to unbutton her jacket; her delight in the excitement she caused was obvious. Having removed her jacket, she sat down and asked if I would help strip off her riding boots. Agreeing, I dropped to my knees in front of her and tugged at her feet until they were free from encumbrance. As I held her sock clad feet in my lap, she tantalised by rubing my crotch with her toes. Sara then proceeded to stand up and untuck her blouse; by now I was wondering whether I would, at last, get to see her sensuous naked flesh. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavily as I knelt before her, while with a huge grin on her face, she pulled down her jodhpurs; discarding them, unceremoniously, along with the rest of her riding gear, whilst my eyes fixed firmly on the hem of her blouse. Unfortunately, her blouse was just long enough to cover her panties; so, as of yet, I could see nothing of what I yearned for. Then came the biggest tease, she reached under the hem of her blouse and slowly peeled her tiny, white panties down. I almost ejaculated as I watched the gusset invert and slide down between her inner thighs. Stepping out of her panties, leaving them in the middle of the room, she ran out of the door and towards her bedroom. I stood up to follow but was stopped in my tracks by the sound of my aunt approaching.

Finally, night swept the house and, climbing into bed, I contemplated what might happen. I couldn't sleep as I awaited the daylight. After what seemed like an age, I heard the bedroom door creak open and Sara creep in. "Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

Without further ado, I removed my pyjamas beneath the bedcovers and, grasping my penis, began to masturbate. After a while, Sara snatched the sheets away to reveal the sight. Looking at the delight on her face and taking hold of her hand, I asked if she would do it for me. But instead of taking me in her hand, she pulled out a digital camera from behind her back and quickly snapped a picture, before I had chance to cover myself. Then, with camera in hand, she leapt off the bed and rushed back to her room. I could hardly believe her cunning, I had been tricked by a master. What would she do next? That afternoon I was to find out exactly what she had planned.

For most of that Sunday morning I managed to successfully avoid Sara. But after lunch my worst fears started to become a reality when my aunt told me that she, and my uncle, were going out and would not be back until very late. The thought of spending the rest of the day, and the evening, alone with Sara was almost too much to bear. Fortunately, however, the news that Sara and I were to spend the time with my aunt’s neighbour made me feel slightly better. Safety in numbers, I thought. More fortunate too, was the fact that my aunt’s friend was the mother of one my best friends, and I’d known her for years. Cecile was kind and wonderful, as was her daughter, my friend Lucy. Lucy’s sister Juliet, on the other hand, wasn’t so great. After tea, my aunt walked Sara and I across the road and deposited us upon Cecile’s doorstep. Shrouded in the doorway arch, I rber feeling indignant, as my aunt bid me, and not Sara, to behave. The first few hours with Cecile passed without incident; Sara disappeared upstairs with Juliet while Cecile, Lucy and I watched television. In fact, I was very happy with the situation because I had had quite a crush on Lucy for some years. Although the same age as Sara the similarity ended there, for Lucy was warm, like her mother, and she had the most charming of mannerisms. Juliet, on the other hand, was, personality wise, the total opposite of Lucy; Juliet, at about a year older than Lucy, was far more like Sara.

My worries began to resurface when Cecile explained that she had to go out for the evening and would not be back until about midnight. I knew full well that Sara would seize the opportunity to humiliate me in front of the others. Nothing much happened initially, after Cecile left; except I kept hearing the odd giggle come from Sara and Juliet upstairs. Wondering what was going on, Lucy, eventually, got to her feet and said, “I’m going up to see what those two are laughing about”.

Of course, I knew just what the joke was. Hardly a second had seemed to pass before Lucy returned with the remnants of a grin visible in her eyes. She sat down beside me and said, simply, “Sara has a photo of you masturbating!” I didn’t know where to look or what to do, but to my amazement Lucy lent forward, put her arms around my neck, and, placed her soft lips to my cheek. As I sat there, motionless, Lucy moved her aqueous mouth onto mine and began to kiss me passionately. “Is he any good then Lucy?" came Juliet’s voice from the doorway. Lucy pulled away from me and we both turned to see Juliet and Sara enter the room. Things were about to hot up!

Before I had a chance to move, or say anything, Juliet pushed Lucy to one side while Sara jumped on me; I found myself pinned to the sofa. With Sara straddling me, and holding my hands above my head, Juliet grabed the waistband of my trousers and pulled them down around my ankles. “And now your boxers!” Juliet yelled with glee.

My attempts to break free of Sara’s grip were useless, and I gave in completely when she told me that if I struggled she would show that picture to everyone I knew, although to be honest I was already more than willing to do anything Sara and the others wanted. As I stopped struggling, I realised that Juliet was tugging at my underwear. Suddenly, as Juliet hooked the front of my boxers under my scrotum, I was exposed to the gaze of three pairs of very inquisitive eyes. Even Lucy, who I had thought to be my friend, was laughing at the sight. Soon I was on my feet and Sara was positioning herself directly in front of me. Moving her hands downward, she grasped the hemline of her loose, floral patterned, summer dress and began to raise it. I could not take my eyes off of her as the material of her panties came into view. Although, I protested, my rapidly growing penis did not agree, and by the look on her face Sara knew it. Then, letting go of her hemline, she turned her back to me. What happened next was beyond belief! Once again, Sara lifted her dress up to waist level and then bent forward. The sight of the scanty, tight, silky, cappuccino coloured panties stretched taught across the cleft of Sara’s bottom was incredible. By now I was hoping that I would be lucky enough to be brought to a climax. But nothing could have prepared me for what was to follow.

Sara, teasing, gradually moved backwards towards me, until her bottom was pressed against the underside of my erect, and quivering, penis. It was at this very moment that I realised that Sara was going to masturbate me against her bottom through the silk of her panties. The sensation, as Sara moved her bum up and down rhythmically, was tremendous. My phallus, sliding back and forth in the panty covered crevice, felt as if it would burst in orgasmic rapture. Within seconds I released a fountain of semen over Sara, but I didn’t want to stop. I clasped my hands around her waist and continued to rub my flagging erection against the smooth plump cheeks of her bottom. But Sara pulled away, wiped away my semen with her hand, and ran screaming from the room. I wondered if the experience was over. The feelings of dread and guilt that were beginning to wash over me were cut short by Juliet’s next words. “Come on Lucy, it’s your turn now,” Juliet yelled, as she reached under her sister’s skirt to ease her knickers down. Lucy looked nervous, but made no effort to resist Juliet, who by this time was undressing her: first her panties, then her blouse and white lace brassiere, and, finally, her skirt. At last Lucy was naked, although at that point I couldn’t see what I wanted because she had raised her right hand and left arm to hide her vulva and nipples, respectively. I held my breath for a second, and then slowly, without prompting, Lucy allowed her arms to drop. Never had I seen such a sight of beauty: she was tall, thin and naturally olive skinned; her flat chest made her look somewhat androgynous.

Lucy, trbling slightly, moved across the room and lowered herself, legs tightly closed, onto the centre cushion of the sofa. Then, peering up at me with her large chocolate eyes, she slid her bottom forward to the edge of the cushion, raised her feet up, and spread her legs as wide as she possibly could. As Lucy lay back on the sofa, she bent her knees and placed her feet on the cushions to either side of where she sat; this afforded me my first perfect view of her quim. Lucy had, what I can only describe as, a very delicate looking vulva; her tight, olive coloured, pouting outer lips, which concealed her inner glory, were clearly visible through a sparse covering of short golden pubic hair. I shuffled across the carpet, by now my pants as well as my trousers were around my ankles, until I stood opposite her. Again, I was becoming aroused, my penis expanding steadily as I flicked a glance from Lucy’s vulva to her eyes and then back.

“Let’s get you really hard again,” Juliet whispered, as she knelt down to the right of me. The touch of Juliet’s hand, sliding upward between my thighs and cupping my now tightening scrotum, made my flesh tingle. She gently squeezed and ticked my scrotum before closing her hand around the length of my twitching semi-erection. Pulling my foreskin back, Juliet moved her head forward and, with mouth wide open, began to lick the fresh, clear droplets of lubricating fluid from the tip of my penis. It did not take long before Juliet closed her lips around the ridge just behind the head of my mber and proceeded to suck, making loud slurping noises as she did so. What I enjoyed most was the delicious way in which she rubed her tongue all around, and especially underneath, the smooth, pulsating, bulbous head of my stiffening phallus. Sadly, however, Juliet had no intention of sucking me to an orgasm; she pulled away, leaving me just on the verge.

It was at this point that I became aware of Sara standing, naked, to the left of me. “Keep rubing him Sara,” Juliet commanded. Sara reached out her left hand and removed me from Juliet’s grip. With slow, deep, strokes she continued to excite me, and as she did so I watched her firm breasts bob up and down. Meanwhile, Juliet had directed her attention towards Lucy’s genitalia. Having rubed an index finger upwards along her vulva, Juliet dipped inside Lucy’s vagina and parted her swollen inner lips. Sara, who was still masturbating me, urged my penis forward until the tip made contact with the ballooning quim before me. Adjusting the angle of my penis with her hand, Sara began to ease its purple head between Lucy’s labia and into her vagina. Most of all, I rber how hot and tight she was, as I tried to push further in. In my desperation, and with the head of my penis sliding against Lucy’s glistening clitoris, I released three spurts of milky semen. Afterwards, I looked down to see my sperm trickle south over Lucy’s vulva and disappear into the crack of her bum. Stupidly, none of us had considered the risks of what we were doing.

Having just experienced a deuce of orgasms, all in the space of thirty minutes, I felt positively exhausted. So, now, from the upright position that I’d been in, I let myself fall forward into Lucy’s waiting arms and, laying over her, nuzzled into her neck, kissing it softly. Then, abruptly, as I listened to her pant for air, I realised that she was still highly aroused. With this realisation, I began to slide my way down her body, pausing to suck, kiss and lick at her tiny, hard, dark brown nipples. Moving onward, I licked, greedily, at her navel, and paid special attention to kissing her tender belly. As my chin stroked against the short, stubly, hair on Lucy’s mons Veneris, I could smell her hot, sweet, vaginal juices. Still on my knees, I placed the palms of my hands on the cheeks of Lucy’s bum (she still had her legs raised and spread wide); in this position it was easy to slip my thumbs between her lips and then part them to reveal the soaked inner lips of her vagina. The temptation to let my tongue glide over the entire length, from perineum to clitoris, of Lucy’s vulva was unbearable.

For a second, I was lost for what to do, but Lucy remedied the situation by taking hold of my left hand and yelling, “Rub me, rub me hard, like this.” With her hand, she directed two of my fingers onto her protruding clitoris and guided me to make small, circular, movements against it. Building up to a wild frenzy of speed, I watched as the tip of my forefinger disappeared under the moist hood of skin, which covered her bubling protrusion. Arching her back, Lucy squealed and, as she did so, forced my fingers up into her contracting vagina until they could go no further. Then, closing her legs tightly, my fingers still inside, she shuddered and subsided.

Feeling a clutching at my arm, I turned to be confronted by Juliet fluttering her eyelashes at me. “It’s time to get serious now, I want to feel you come inside me.” Pushing me onto the floor, Juliet straddled my naked body, and smiling down lifted her pink T-shirt to expose her bare, heaving, breasts to me for the first time. Juliet was as different from Lucy in looks as she was in personality. Unlike Lucy’s long fair hair, Juliet had short, wavy, ebony coloured locks. There was a difference in stature too: Juliet was shorter than Lucy, by about two inches, and had more flesh on her.

Soon, Juliet rose to her feet and dropped the purple, crushed velvet, pyjama bottoms that she wore. Apparently, she wasn’t very keen on underwear; wearing neither a bra, nor, as I could now see, a pair of knickers. And what a lovely sight, her pubic mound: covered, as it was, with thick, black, shiny hair. Sinking into a squat again, her bum resting on my knees, Juliet, with both hands, fondled my resurrected penis; which had sprung up between her thighs. Then, stretching my foreskin back, she held the shaft of my erect mber against the smooth pubic hair, which obscured her vulva. I thought, for one joyous moment, that she was going to pop me inside her, but she wanted something else first.

Quickly, she swung her right leg over me, turning one hundred and eighty degrees, and, parting her buttocks with her fingers, wriggled her bottom down onto my face. Seconds later, her tiny pink anus was squashed against my nose, while her gushing quim splayed open over my mouth. Probing into Juliet’s vagina with my tongue, rubing her clitoris with the soft, wet, inner side of my lower lip, I nibled at her labia. At the same time, Sara straddled me and, squatting on my stomach, reached back to caress the slippery head of my phallus. Then, after stroking her hand very delicately over my scrotum, she slowly inserted a finger into my anus. Not to be outdone by this, I lapped at Juliet’s vulva before moving my head back in order to circle the periphery of her anus with my tongue.

Now, I realised that there was another hand on my aching erection, it was Lucy. “What are you doing?” I heard Sara ask. There was no reply. Instead, Lucy proceeded to locate the head of my penis against Sara’s anus. Sara, to help with this insertion, lent back; and I could feel her stretch open to swallow me. But as I began to enter her, there was a turn of a key in the front door. Cecile was home, and a new adventure was about to begin.

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Summer Workout Part 2

2011-07-08T06:41:00.000-07:00

It continues!

I was climbing out of the pool. My pussy was still tingling from the licking I just had. I used my shirt to dry off a little. Brook instructed me to put on my pajamas, so I followed her to our room to change. I pulled up the bottoms and started to button the pajama top. There was a sudden knock at the door, and Brook now having her pajaamas on went to get it. Then I heard excited greatings and then Brook appeared at the door with two attractive twins at her side. I had my shirt undone still and I was just staring at them with one of my breast hanging out there for them to see.

"This is Kirstin and Kristin," Brook announced, "This is Nicole."

I nodded and smiled and finished buttoning my top. Then Brooke took them to their room and told them that we will behaving a slumber party in the den. This was the first that I heard of it, and thoughts went through my head of what she was up to. Then Brooke and the twins came back and they all now had pajamas on.

"Lets all go to the den," Brooke said, "I got everything set up."

I was waiting for Brooke to do something seductive the whole night, but we just had a normal slumber party like when I was little. We had snacks watched movies and just goofed off a little. Around midnight we went to bed on the floor and we shared a comferter and just laid down next to each other.

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The next morning, we all slepting a little because of the late night. We got up and had breakfast. Brooke told us that we will be going on a hike that will take up most of the day. We all got up after breakfast and changed into hiking clothes. We all met by the front door and we went to outside and we followed Brooke to a trail and we started to hike.

"This trail goes all the way to the top of the mountain," Brooke explained, "I should take us an hour and we will be back at lunch."

We all hike up the mountain talking and having a good time. The trail was slightly steep, and it took us an hour and a half. Once we got near the top we heard running water. As we continued on, the water got louder. Soon we got to the top and there was a waterfall falling to the most refreshing water pool I had seen. The water looke so clean and refreshing. It reflected the sky like a mirror. I could see that Brooke and the twins were thinking of the samething.

"Well I'm going in for a dip," Brooke said taking off her backpack.

We all started to take off our clothes and I stoped when I got into my underwear, but then I saw them go all the way nude so I took off my bra and panties. We were all standing waiting for someone to hop in first. I could see that Kirstin and Kristin had boobs much larger than mine. They were DD size boobs, definently not anything smaller. Then I saw the twins go behind Brook and they picked her up and carried her squirming naked body to the edge to throw her off. I went to help them and we through Brooke into the water. The drop was maybe five feet. I turned around and faced the twins. They both smiled and they both pushed me I quickly reacted and grabed them. I accidedently grabed Kristin by one of her large breast and she came in with me. Then we were both in the cool water with Brooke. Kirstin was just at the top laughing, and then she did a cannon ball into the water. We started to have a splash fight. It was very vicious. It got to a point to where I could not see. When the water calmed, I looked up to see Brooke making out with Kirstin. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and a tingle in my pussy and I turned to see Kristin and she started to make out with me. She stuck her tounge in my mouth and I returned the favor. I felt so good kissing her. Then I mindlessly grabed one of her large breast, and she returned the favor to me by giving my tits a squeeze. She moved her attention to my breast from my lips and started sucking my nipple. It felt so good I started to moan. I got louder and louder then Brooke and Kirstin looked at me with an amussed expresstion on her face.

"Can you get any louder," Brooke said sarcasticly.

I started to blush and then Brooke got out of the water and we followed.

"I'm starving," Brooke said, "lets go."

She scooped up our clothes, put it in her backpack.

"We are going to walk down naked," I asked, "What if someone else comes on the trail?"

"This is a private trail," Brooke said, "I don't think we will run into any other people."

We walked down the trail in the nude letting the air dry us off. Our breast were bobing up and down as we walked. It took us only fourty-five minutes to make it back to the building. We all put on clothes and had a light lunch.

"How are you enjoying this fitness camp," Brooke asked, "Well it is going to have to end in two days due to problems at work."

We all moaned and we went to our rooms for a nap. I had a dream of the spring and our hike went on longer and we started to do something, but I was woken by Kirstin.

"Get dressed for stretching," she said, "You got ten minutes."

I put on a jogging suit and I went to a room similar to the room at the gym back home. We all sat down and we did basic stretches. Then we got into more difficult stretches. The all of the sudden we did a very difficult stretch. I was basicly upside down, and all of the sudden by shirt fell down, and my breasts fell out of my shirt. I looked around baressed, but I could see it happened to everyone else. Then Brooke sat up and took of her shirt, and then took off her pants. She instructed the twins and I to do the same so we did. Then Brooke pushed me over and imediatly started to go nuts on my pussy. Then all of the sudden, the twins came down on me and each took a breast and began to suck on my nipples. All I could do was shiver and let them finish. They went on till I made the floor wet. Then Brooke and I each took a twin and ate their pussies. Then the twins and I all went at Brooke and we all rubed her pussy and licked it and fingered her. She cummed almost right away.

"Well," Brooke asked, "who is hungry."

"No thanks," Kristin said, "I just ate if you know what I mean."

Part 3 will come soon.

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Celtic Goddess

2011-07-08T02:43:00.000-07:00

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Hi I am here to share some of my fantasies, who I am and what I am is unimportant I’m sure lots of you will work it out, enjoy.

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I woke this morning at 6.30 to the normal annoying buzz of my alarm; alone in the bed again, but that is not a problem. The point I have reached in my life has been hard fought and definitely worth it.

I had a normal, well normalish child hood I grew up in a small village on the edge of what was an heavy industrial area but the recession had left it a place of empty factories and men who walked round with a the 1000 yard stare of the dispossessed.

This is time of my awakening my body had started to change, breasts swelling, the first wisps of hair and the curse. It was the night time that excited and frightened me so much; the dreams of sexual adventure with boys, men and worryingly girls. It was the dream of a girl with raven black hair green eyes that alarmed and excited me most.

We met at one of the many parties I new went on but did not go to; or more aptly was not invited to yet, I saw here across a room filled with smoke, sweat, and the macho posturing of adolescence boys. Her beauty was so intense it made my mouth dry my heart race and my nipples harden instantly; I look down for a moment, these are not my tiny fledgling breasts but full pert rounded breasts of a woman, in my dream I look away confused and frightened.

As is the way of dreams the next thing that happens is I am talking to this Celtic goddess her voice both calms me sets me on fire, the conversation moves from clothes to boys and we both mention their immaturity and then she puts here hand on my arm and asks if I like to get some air; is the rugby team shot gunning beer then followed by communal vomiting or does she feel the same way as me; as we walk out side I notice my goddess is carrying a bike leather.

Here am I looking at the swing of her slim hips, the curve of her breast through her skin tight tee shirt and wondering is it the cold that is pushing here nipple through the thin cloth. Those thoughts are pushing a burning pulse into my sex and I can feel wetness start to edge down my thigh. We walked down the street until we came to a bike, a GPz 900 the world’s first real super bike. Girls did not ride bikes they were pillions or so I thought then in my naivety. Back to my dream, the goddess has just been elevated to realms of Venus, totally in my eyes or more appropriately in my loins, I mumble something unintelligible as she offers me a lift, she hands me a helmet and her waterproof anyway she climbs aboard gestures for me to join her and shouts above the roar of those very loud cans to hold on to her if I prefer. I do not need a second invitation I cling on far to tight I press my breasts against here her back even knowing she probably cant feel them through her leather I can feel her, I can smell her scent in the helmet or maybe the jacket I am completely in love; well alright then lust but I was only a teenager in when I had this dream,

We sped along deserted wet streets, it has been raining and smell of that area just after rain is amazing; wild garlic wet soil just so fresh it also brings this dream to mind which is always an enjoyable experience, I clung to her as the bike struggled for grip on those skinny tyres that were available then but as we slid and fishtailed our way home my fear subsided and turned into excitement at the danger, holding on so close to my goddess and the vibrations through the seat took me closer and closer to the edge.

Then it was over we pulled down a back street and she shut the bike down, took her helmet off shook out her raven locks; there in front of me was goddess I new I would do what ever she asked, she smiled and invited me to her flat for a coffee. I gathered all the composure I could muster and accepted, then tripped getting of the bike and fell into her out stretched arms, held her in that brace and looked into those pools of green eyes for what seemed an hour then she kissed me and I kissed her back our tongues battled and explored, our lips sucked and she nibled on my lip; which to this day blows my mind, we broke the kiss and she led me by the hand into her flat.

As we enter her small but neat flat she turns one small lamp on hits a button on the stereo and a Nina Simone track wafted about the flat. She kisses me gently caressing my arms and then my back, she pulls back and said you’re cold we need to warm you up, then smiles the sexiest elfish grin. I am pulled willingly to a small bathroom she turns on the shower, the small room soon fills with steamy heat. She grabs my tee-shirt at the bottom and pulls I instinctively lift my arms as they were restrained in the shirt she kisses my mouth and my breast and nipples one after the other. I am left struggling with my top when the buttons of jeans are undone and eased over my pert round backside leaving only my tiny thong which is being devoured by my swollen lips. I watch with even greater excitement as my goddess undress’s her tee-shirt is first, revealing pert round breast slightly smaller than my own but the marble white skin contrasting with the raven black hair now falling over her shoulder and down her back. I drop to my knees and undo her jeans passion has taken me I pull them down to find nothing but a very wet shaved pussy with a small V of jet black hair above it, I reach forward to kiss her soaking lips her legs open for me for a moment then she lifts me gently, kisses me, licking her juices from my mouth and pulls me into the shower saying “lets wash smell of that party off us first.”

I feel confident, alive and vital in that dream all the things I wasn’t in reality at the time Now that’s where the dream would end most nights but know I have to decide do I tell you how I finished the fantasy as I woke up with hand soaked at my crotch, but maybe you can use your own imaginations

This time I won’t be such a tease. My life went forward academically things fell into place my degree, my PhD a good solid job that keeps me interested in what I’m doing at work this success also allows for freedom in my personal life.

My job involves a fair amount of travel and where possible I like to ride there no worries about traffic, apart form the odd idiot with balls for brains in his tin box. Sorry I digress from the story. Not to long ago in city that will remain nameless and none of characters including me will be named, sorry but I like it that way as it adds to my excitement.

I’m heading into the city along the motorway egg vibrator humming along gently to give a nice tingle combined with vibes through the seat of the VTR I happen to be riding today giving me an erotic buzz throughout my body just enough to take the boredom out my three hours in the saddle; I know I should be thinking about the conference but I’d get to into that, so this mild sexual arousal and fantasy is just great for motorways and if I did drop her it would certainly give the paramedics a shock if they found it.*

I pull into the hotel car park stretch turn off the egg and walk into the hotel reception shaking out my long auburn hair; I ‘m quite used to being asked to whom I’m delivering a package for by snooty reception staff at five star hotels and being redirected to goods in but also I can be very good at being very bitchy on times when I pick up the keys to my suite sometimes, but not today. Today I was teenager in a little town with tongue licking my shoes at ever pretty backside male or female. It was my Celtic goddess in the flesh, she looked about twenty five anyway in the prime of her womanhood: green piercing eyes, raven black hair, complexion like white marble almost translucent and her shape, slim with pert medium sized breasts slim back and a gorgeous curve to her hips which was shown off to perfection by her tight split skirt.

After a moment I wiped the drool from my shoes well I did stop staring and closed my mouth and checked in following the usual confusion, partially caused by my inability to think of anything but her, the speed at which I wished to get to my room to “freshen up”, but masturbation would have to wait as I was facilitating this conference for my organisation and to horror and excitement my goddess was my hotel liaison. I mustered all my composure and trying to look as sexy as possible in bike leathers with armour that doesn’t even suit a stick insect arranged to meet her in about an hour to confirm a few details, it was the end of her shift for the evening. I promised to be brief and enquired about any special plans the answer although it shouldn’t have made my heart jump it did as she said smiling elfishly “I only have to feed my pussy.”

Entering my room I asked myself was she flirting with me. I only had an hour to get ready, first things first a quick frig to bring me off and into the shower I had thought that would calm my swollen lips down then again quick and unsatisfying in the shower I just couldn’t satisfy my need alone. I needed to dress to impress and quickly now do my hair a touch of make up a lacy body, under a sheer blouse. My breasts are still quite firm even after my thirty two years so light support is all I need for my d cups, my sexiest jeans that really show the curve of backside and hips. I look in the mirror and like what I see these days long auburn tresses, pert tits small waste without love handles and nice round arse, yes I reckon I’m alright.

Now I look at clock I’m late so I rush down only just rbering my notes as I’m half way out the door. I get to reception she is still there but only frowns playfully when I walk in dropping my notes everywhere and apologising profusely. During the meeting I notice she seems to be checking me out the sheer top over the lacy body is catching her interest. I suggest that maybe I can take her for an expense’s meal in recompense for delaying her at work I recommend a quite restaurant I know near by where the sea food is excellent and with only a mild “I couldn’t really” protest she agrees and we arrange a time to pick her up in my taxis allowing both of us loads of time to feed pussy.

Back in my room I run a bath a pour a G &T to calm my nerves well possibly to calm the nerves of the entire hotel but I at least I realise before get to far down it. The bath is warm and soothes out two hundred miles on the bike which though fun still makes me ache if I don’t ride regularly enough. After half an hour or so I begin to get ready I remove all the hair I don not want, nice and smooth is how I like it, exfoliate and body brush a girl must look her best naked. I start thinking about the clothes I have brought with me and whether room service will be required for a new dress. In the end I decide on a black dress cut to leave little to the imagination matching sexy black thong and bra and hold up black stockings.

I go down stairs to the bar to await my taxis I feel good I, look great; it has taken me years to believe this even though all your friends tell you this when you believe it, its just amazing what you can do.

We enter the restaurant together we sit side by side in a booth which is very intimate one of the reasons I choose this place the other being the food which is almost sexual on its own. We talk about nothing initially then as wine flows and we joke over lobster dribling over chins and asparagus dripping with hollandaise our bodies touch at first by accident then my hand touches her thigh and moves up her stocking my goddess is wearing white and black poker dot top black short skirt and the rest I think I’m about to find out. She reaches over to touch arm my but purposefully rubs my breast with her forearm making nipple scream even more. I excuse myself and go to the bathroom, it’s too much for me I rub my clit and lips slowly at first then harder and push my fingers into me. I stop for an instant and take off my g string push it into my soaking pussy rub my clit for a minute pull out the soaking article, walk out of the toilet, paying the bill and ordering the taxis on the way back. I almost lose my nerve what if this doesn’t do it for her but I carry on I sit down kiss her in the dim light and place my panties in her hand. I nible her ear as I tell her the ride is on its way in the most suggestive voice I can muster. She fidgets in her seat and a moment later I have her soaking g-string in my hand feeling the moisture which elevates my excitement to another level I slip them on seeing me she does the same. We kiss passionately until I notice the waiter is trying to get our attention about our taxis; he gets a large tip.

The taxis drones on and so does the taxis driver it all I can do to keep my hands off her, but as we approach the hotel my Goddess slips her hand under my bum and looks for slippery pussy and plays gently and skilfully. The taxis stops I enter through the main door she enters the with her staff key me meet at room with perfect timing.

Inside the room we kiss and our hands seek out the secret and amazing parts of each others bodies I lift her top up and with her arms trapped I kiss her nipples and boobs they are already fully engorged and erect, I lift her top of gently and kiss her mouth, her neck and her ears which appear to be very sensitive. I move down to release her skirt which falls to the floor I kiss my way down over her breasts down her stomach to the top of my g string I stop and just look at her she is my goddess maybe it is lust but it feel like love at this moment. My own thundering pulse in my pussy drives me forward to take my g-string in my mouth and pull down. Her lips are swollen and shining labia full and slick, and to my amazement a V of jet black hair greets me I kiss and lick her until she screams out her orgasms followed by jets of come as I rub her g spot. My face and tits are soaked in her juices I call here my Celtic goddess softly, she smiles caresses me and licks her juices from me carefully, driving me wild in the process.

She smiles, pulls me towards the couch where she lies me down and starts to nuzzle and kiss me she almost purrs as I stroke her back its absolutely electrifying every touch and kiss my body quivers and shakes as I build to my first orgasm as she sucks my nipples and fingers my clit my second as she kisses me slowly all over my body finally finding my swollen lips and clit with tongue, and my bottom with her slick fingers.

We talk a while sated for the moment then I get a double ended dildo from my bag and lick both ends. We sit on the couch and work our ways forward onto the huge phallus one leg over the other and as our lips touch and rub together it we stroke an caress our breasts, stomachs and backsides until we orgasm together. I pull it out of both of us then we both suck it together kissing and rubing our pussies and although its so slick I can hardly hold it my goddess turns over and while I push it in doggy style to get her g-spot she squirts all over me again. We head for bed for the few hours rest before work starts.

This is certainly not last time I shall worship at Celtic goddess’s alter they were some of the most powerful orgasms I have ever had but do I tell her of the teenage fantasy, one day maybe if it’s love not just lust.

Ps I do visit that city far more than I have to.

*I don’t recommend being in control of a motor vehicle whilst engaged in any sex act.

Summer holiday education

2011-07-07T22:51:00.000-07:00

A bond gets stronger

Summer holidays have come around “HOORAY” I get to spend two weeks with my Grand parents in their home near the beech.

I had already packed my bags a week ago, so as soon as I got home on my last day of lessons I ran straight upstairs and undressed jumped into the shower and waited for my Grandpa to arrive to collect me.

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I have always had a close special relationship with my grandparents and they always made me feel special as I was their only grandson, they did have 4 granddaughters though aswell from my aunts and uncles.

Grandpa arrived at 5:30pm we had the usual hugs and then my mom and dad (Grandpa’s son) all sat at the table drinking tea catching up.

It was time to go and my case was put in the boot of grandpa’s car, I kissed mom and dad goodbye and climbed into the front seat next to Grandpa.

Along the way we chatted about how things was going with my studies etc, when Grandpa asked me “and how about boyfriends or girlfriends?”

“I don’t have either, why do you ask?”

“Just curious, last time we spoke you said about how you had been feeling sexually towards both sexes and just wondered if you had experimented at all to find any answers, sorry if I am being to nosy” he chuckled

“I don’t mind you asking at all Grandpa, yes I was and still am very curious and yes I have actually experimented with boys and girls and although I enjoyed both I’m still not really sure, I have seen a few magazines and get excited at seeing nice cocks as much as I do seeing various pussies, but seeing the boys cocks I have played with did not have the same attraction for me as the ones on the men in the pictures”

“If I may ask what exactly have you tried?” he enquired

“Grandpa!!” I replied in a slightly raised barrassed voice

As I said before we have a close relationship but I have never spoken about sexual things with anyone other than a few friends I knew I could trust.

“Sorry Tim, I was just wondering so I can see if I can help you at all anyway I can, I have had some life experiences of my own you know” again he chuckled

I did not pay much attention to everything he had just said so only responded to part of it.

“Well, I have erm looked at, held & stroked a cock other than my own and I have felt the outside and inside of a girls pussy with my fingers” I half mumbled, now beginning to blush.

“Oh is that all?” he laughed “you have not tasted either or tried more?”

“Not sure what you mean by more, but no I have not tasted either, did not even know people do that” now feeling silly as well as blushing

By now our journey was almost over and I could see the sea in the near distance.

“I see you still have a lot to learn Tim but don’t worry I’m sure we can help” he winked and patted my leg

“What or who do you mean WE?”

“Me and Granma, your dad and others”

“Jeeze don’t tell anyone Grandpa please I’ll die from barrassment” I quickly replied

We pulled onto the driveway and grandma was standing in the door way to greet us, I ran from the car hurried up to her and cuddled firmly, she rested her hand on my head planted a kiss in the same place.

“Hello my darling, how was the journey?” she asked

“Hello, it was fine thanks” said i

“I think I may have barrassed him a little Ma” said Grandpa

“And how did you do that?” asked Granma

We moved inside the house where to my disbelief grandpa told the whole car journey story, I began to blush again.

“Aww don’t worry sweetie, we all start somewhere.” Replied grandma, who cuddled me into her bosom.

This actually excited me a little.

The rest of the day was spent talking about the family and what had been happening, after supper I took a shower and sat in the living room with grandpa in my dressing gown to watch some TV, grandma had gone off to bed.

Grandpa brought the conversation back to the one we had in the car, “do you think you will try experimenting again?”

“I think so, as I am really not sure but I don’t think it will be with the same boy as I said earlier it did not excite me in the same way as the pictures I have seen”

“Have you seen any movies showing sex between people” he asked

I knew he meant porn films and told him I had seen one once but the picture quality was really poor.

Grandpa got up went to a cupboard on the wall near the TV and removed a DVD, put the disc into the machine.

“Here watch this a while, I’m going to take a shower so you wont be barrassed”

With that he pressed the play button and left the room, I could not believe it on the screen was a group of men and women all naked having sex, ok so I could have just said an orgy but then I would have lost two lines of my story.

The scene focused on two men standing facing each other holding each others cocks and stroking them, then one guy dropped to his knees and put the other mans cock in his mouth and began moving his head back and forth.

I felt my own cock begin to stir under my dressing gown, looking around quickly to make sure no one was watching I began to masturbate myself allowing my gown to fall open.

On the screen now was a man and woman in a 69 position and the screen zoomed in on the mans tongue lapping at the woman’s trimmed pussy.

I was blissfully Wanking my cock now totally ignorant to my surroundings only what was on the TV when I heard

“Mmm I see that’s having some effect on you then”

It was Grandpa he stood in the room in his dressing gown, I tried to cover my cock but just made an awkward situation worse.

“Don’t worry Tim it’s natural I do it all the time when me and Ma watch these films” he said taking a seat in his comfy chair.

“Grandma watches these too?” I responded; trying to still hide my cock that was still hard.

“Yeah of course, like I said in the car I have had a few life experiences of my own and so as your Granma, besides I’ll probably start playing with myself while we watch, if you don’t mind that is” he said

Blushing and not really sure what to say or do I simply said “I don’t mind”

I turned back to the TV the camera was back on the two men only this time they had swapped places and I could see the cock being sucked very clearly and my cock was twitching again, I kept my hands still even though I desperately wanted to play with myself.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Grandpa was playing with his cock though I could not see it, he then stood up and said that his gown was in the way and removed it.

I looked at him and saw his cock for the 1 st time, my cock twitched again his cock had the same effect on me as the ones on screen or in the pictures I had seen much better than my friends cock did.

He sat back down and continued to rub his cock.

“Please Tim do not be barrassed we both have the same and we both obviously enjoy this film, if you want to wank please do” he said in a low warm reassuring way.

I said nothing but looked back to the TV wondering should I or shouldn’t I, then thinking that what was there to worried about grandpa was doing it to his anyway.

So again I took my cock in my hand and allowed my gown to fall open, I stroked my cock up and down it felt so nice, then I stood up and took my gown off.

“That’s a nice cock you have, you should be quite proud of it” Said grandpa

“Err thanks, I think” is all I could stumble out

“No I mean it looks very nice and very hard aswell, your friend was a fool not to have sucked it like those guys on screen are”

“Grandpa, I think you enjoy teasing me” I said as I sat back down

“I’m not teasing you, I would have sucked it if I had been him”

“Really have you ever sucked a cock before?” curiosity had taken over now

“Yes me and Ma are both Bisexual Tim and have been for many many years, we used to have sex parties like the one on here but that’s another story”

“How would you like me to suck your cock for you Tim” he asked

“I’m not sure, I feel nervous”

“Ok what if I start to suck you and if you don’t like it I will stop and that will be the end of it, but at least you will know if you like it or not.”

I was feeling very horny and I did want to experience what it would be like and why not with someone I already had a special bond with.

“Err ok yes please Grandpa, I would like that”

He arose to his feet his own hard cock bouncing around in front of him as he walked towards me, I rber thinking how nice it looked and I wanted to feel it, but I just sat there as he knelt on the floor by me.

He placed his hand around my cock

“Mmm” escaped from my lips as he did so

“If you like that you’ll love this” he smiled up at me

He then lowered his mouth down and licked the tip of my cock which was oozing some juices already then lowered his head even further down over my shaft.

“Mmm”

“Mmm indeed you taste so good and your juice is very nice, I can’t wait to taste your whole load” grandpa said looking up into my eyes.

He continued to suck up and down my cock until I bucked and felt my sperm racing up along my thick vein.

“I’m gonna cum”

“Good let it go in my mouth Tim it’s ok I love it”

Well it was a good job he did because right at that very moment my cock erupted in grandpa’s mouth, it was the most amazing feeling I have ever had from my body, it was like the feeling you get when you know your about to get a huge surprise and butterflies start in your tummy only this was better.

He finished sucking and licking my cock clean then sat back on his haunches looked at me

“Well I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did”

“Oh yes grandpa I did, it was wonderful, can we do it again sometime please” I said excitedly

“Of course we can, and I’ll let you into a little secret your dad enjoyed it just as much the 1 st time I sucked his cock many years ago.

“You have sucked dads cock?”

“Yes me and Ma have since he was in his teens and we still do sometimes, he also likes sucking my cock”

“WOW, maybe I could try sucking your cock next time then?”

“Yes I would like that”

“And do you think grandma will join us too like she did with dad?”

“I know she would love to, infact” he then looked towards the front room door

“Come in Ma tell him yourself”

I was shocked to see grandma walk into the room naked, she had been watching from the door all the time, she had a huge grin on her face

“Oh Tim what I just saw was beautiful and yes I would love us all to have some fun together” she said joyfully.

Well that will be another story but for now have fun cum lots and please leave any comments.

My aching back led to an aching butt

2011-07-06T16:41:00.000-07:00

There's nothing like a hot shower after a hard day's hiking
My trip through the mountains was strenuous - Every foot I climbed up and down the slopes began to wear me down. Finally I rounded the bend and came upon a small hotel. The hotel had been there at least 80 years if you judged from the style of the building. It was well maintained - the paint on the wood construction was shiny and new. I did not see any wood out of place or like it might be rotting. The slate roof was in great shape although it had obvious age. The yard of the small hotel was abloom with nice Iris and hollyhocks as well as peonies and other plants normally found in an English garden. The yellows, pinks and blues were soft and blended together like a Monet painting.

I climbed the front steps and rang the bell beside the beveled glass front door. The doorbell was one of the Victorian type, which you twist and produce a ringing sound. Soon the door opened and a big guy, 6 feet 6 inces at least, said in a loud but friendly voice - "Come in this house - you look like you could use one of our rooms and hot showers". I breathed a sigh of relief. I was exhausted and covered with dust fromn the mountain trails. Hauling the 40 pound backpack had made my shoulders really sore, and I wanted to stand under a really hot shower and let the water stream down on those aching muscles. I only wish there was a masseur in town to work on loosening up the shoulders and neck. And my sore legs could use a good soothing rubing as well.

As I checked in, the fellow who answered the door introduced himself as David Hansen, the owner of the hotel. I guessed he was about 35 to 40. His face was tanned naturally by the sun and as far as I could see, he was tan all over. Of course the shirt was only opened two buttons from the neck and his sleeves came almost to his elbows. I wished I could see more.

He had strong arms - I asked him if he had a gym nearby and he laughed. He said he had not worked out in a gym since he graduated from the University of Montana, where he played football. I should have guessed he played football by the muscular chest and legs which showed at the bottom of his shorts. He probably had put on a few pounds since college but they were well placed.

I asked him if he had children and he told me he had never married and had no children, but he loved his nieces and nephews who lived about 20 miles down the road. He said he would probably never have any children of his own since he had decided a few years ago he did not want to be married. With this disclosure my heart skipped a beat - What a handsome guy this was to find in a remote location like this. And single too - I just wish there was some sign he was gay, but I did not detect anything through his masculine demeanor.

He asked me if I wanted a room with a private bath or a shared one. I inquired how many people shared the bath because that room was about half the price of the room with a private bath. He said normally four rooms shared the bath, but two of the rooms were empty tonight and he was the only other person who would be using the bath. I did not hesitate to take the room with a shared bath. I was hoping I could walk in on him when he went to take a shower and see him buck naked, even if he was straight. I could tell from the bulge in his shorts that I would enjoy seeing him naked. It probably would not happen, but I could dream.

As he showed me to my room he told me he gave massages to make a little extra money if I were interested. He only charged $30 for an hour massage. What a bargain that would be. And to think about having have his big hands on my body was something that made my cock spring to life. I quickly told him I wanted to have a massage within the next hour if possible, and he said he was available in thirty minutes. As we reached my room he told me to get unpacked and get in the shower so my the hot water would loosen the muscles for the massage. I could hardly wait and nearly came in my pants thinking about what was going to happen. I put my backpack in the room, slipped out of my clothes and wrapped a big towel around my waist for the walk to the bathroom.

I went in the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower - it was an old fashioned shower - larger by far than today's compact designs. Two men and probably three could get in that shower and there would still be room to turn around. After I adjusted the water I slipped my towel off, put it on a hook by the shower and got in. I pulled the shower curtain so the water would not get out on the floor. The water was really hot and felt magnificent on my back as I closed my eyes and stood there letting the hot water soften the tight muscles.

I ws startled to hear a "feel good?" from a voice I recognized as David's. I yelled back - "fantastic". He then said "mind if I join you? I like to be really clean when I give someone a massage" I nearly fainted. I wanted him to join me so badly, but I had never dreamed it was even a possibility. I worried my hard cock (it got hard immediately when he said he wanted to join me) would frighten him away, so I said "I was working on my horniness when you came in and I still have a hard cock".

With that he pulled back the shower curtain and stood there stark naked. I have never seen a finer specimen of a human being in my whole life. He was moderately hairy on his chest and butt; however he had shaved his pubic hairs and his balls were bright pink, matching his cock. And what a cock - It was still soft and must have been at least eight inches long. It was thick, but not so thick as to choke a man who sucked on it. And the head was so perfectly formed. He was cut, so the head was totally revealed.

I stepped back to allow him to get in the shower with me. He took the soap he had brought with him and immediately started to wash under his arms. Then without losing a beat he went straight for his cock and started lathering it up. I was still hard as a rock and got more so when I saw him starting to rub the soap into his crotch. He rubed it for a few minutes and then washed his ass crack - scrubing it as if it were a frying pan with burnt food on it. Oh, he gave that ass a big workout with his hand and the sponge he had in the corner of the shower stall.

Then he went back to scrubing his crotch. He must have noticed me watching his cock but he didn't say anything. He just worked more to get every last speck of dirt away from his balls. He said in a laughing voice, "I have to really work on my balls to get them clean - they get so dirty when I am out chopping wood. Sweat picks up the sawdust and it gets worked into my balls. Look at the dirt still there". He rubed the soap off to let me look at his crotch.

Of course I stared for what seemed like an hour. I squatted down to get a better look and he pulled his balls away from his thighs. I couldn't see anything but the nicest pink balls. But then I thought of a plan - I told him -"Boy, that dirt is really caked in there. It must be hard to get it clean when you can't see there." He laughed and said, "I just have to get it clean - the doctor said it could get infected again unless it gets totally clean every day. I just cannot see there though - Do you think you could take this sponge and wash there for me?"

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would get to even see this man naked, and now he was asking me if I minded washing his balls. I told him that I had bathed my grandfather for years when he was unable to do it, so I was used to scrubing a man down there. I was lying through my teeth - there was no dirt on his balls and my grandfather died when I was two years old. But, I took the soap and sponge and proceded to give his balls the most rigorous scrubing you can imagine.

Some of the time I would let the sponge slip aside and take the balls into my hand and hold them for a moment. They were almost as big as a hen's egg and felt wonderful in my hands. I noticed that he moaned softly when I grabed them with my hand, so I started massaging them gently with first one and them two hands. His moans became more audible, and I caressed the balls and with gentle strokes. He smiled and I proceded to take his cock in my hand. He looked up and said to me "I think the cock is dirty too - would you mind srubing it for me?" I needed no encouragement to fulfill his request. I grabed the cock and started to work my hands up and down on the cock. It started to stiffen, and I swear it was ten inches long when it became totally hard and erect. David was moaning wildly now, so I washed all the soap off and got down on my knees to take him in my mouth. With his big hands he guided my head to his cock and I swallowed it. at first I could only get 6 inches down my throat without gagging, but I kept working on it - up and down until I had close to eight inches in my mouth. I wish I had been with more men with huge cocks like this, so I could have developed more ability to deep throat a magnificent man like this.

He patted me on the head and said it ws time for my massage. Reluctantly I let his cock fall out of my mouth and stood up. He grabed me with those strong arms and pulled me up off the floor and kissed me. He worked his thick tongue into my mouth and we kept kissing for at least five minutes. Then he let me down and held my hand to lead me out of the shower. He took a big bath sheet and toweled me off. He paused a minite when he got to my cock and worked it in the towel to the point I thought I would explode. But he quickly let go and then led me to his room where he had a massage table set up beside his kingsize bed.

He lifted me up onto the table and proceded to give me a wonderful massage. After about 45 minutes of total heaven he flipped me over on my back and started to work on the muscles on the front of my body. Before long he had my cock in his hand and was giving it a great massage. And before I knew it he had bent over the table and was sucking my cock with the most expert techniques I have ever had. This man had everything - great looks, muscles, height, a killer smile, a huge cock, and he also gave me the best blowjob I have ever had. I thought I must be dreaming, but he felt so good I knew it was real. I noticed he had not done anything to my ass other than massage the glutes. I wondered why he had not played with my ass more.

After about an hour on the table he asked if I wanted to jump in the bed and get some sleep. I wanted to jump into his bed but sleep was not what I had in mind and I doubted it was what he had in mind either. He got in the bed and turned on his stomach. He asked me if I would give him a brief massage, so I said I would be happy to.

I started to rub him and he pushed my hands down to his butt. He said it was really sore there. I worked on the glutes for a short while, when he gently moved my hands further down and guided my right hand to his hole. Clearly he wanted me to finger fuck him, so i did. I am versatile, but I prefer to top a guy. Although I had decided earlier, while he was masssaging me, that I would love to bottom for this guy with the ten inch dick. So I was shocked when he indicated he wanted to be finger fucked. I began to wonder if he wanted to be fucked.

I did not wonderlong. He said I could massage his ass better if I was between his legs, so I quickly got between the thighs and rubed my hard cock against his ass. Before I could even think about getting a condom from my room, he pulled a bottle of Eros from under his bed and squeezed it on my cock and his own ass and then pulled my cock to his hole and told me to fuck him as hard as I could. With that I flipped him over so I Could see his face and that huge cock while I fucked him. I put his legs on my shoulders and I pushed my cock into him and did not stop to ease it in. I pushed hard until I had all seven inches up his ass. And I started to bang his ass as hard as I could.

I slapped his ass several times with my hands and he asked for more.. I slapped him at least two hundred times that afternoon and his tanned ass turned bright red. All the time I was pumping the ass, up and down, harder and harder. I pumped him this way for about 20 minutes. Since I was not wearing a condom I told him I was getting close to shooting and needed to pull out. He insisted I keep pumping and to fill his ass with my warm cum. I told him I was HIV negative, but he said he didn't care - he wanted my cum up his ass whether I was postive or negative.

I pumped away with total abandon - He was tight and he squeezed my cock with every plunge. There was no way I could hold out any longer. I exploded with first one and then two, three and even four shots of cum. I kept pumping and a fifth shot came out - I was having so many orgasms I lost count. Oh he was hot! He then squeezed my cock with his ass muscles so tightly I could not pull out. I didn't want to pull out either. I wanted to leave my cock in his ass for the rest of my life. So I laid down on him and fell asleep as he wrapped those big arms around me.

When I woke up a few hours later he was still asleep, and I noticed my cock had slipped out of his ass and lay on his crotch ever so gently. I was in total heaven - I resolved then and there I would never forget that night for the rest of my life.

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Suzanne's lesson

2011-07-06T13:21:00.000-07:00

Her crush had gone one step too far

Suzanne’s lesson.

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“What is it this time Suzanne?” “Smoking in the toilets, Sir.” She stood in front of his desk, one hip thrust forward, deliberately provocatively. Mr. French sighed in resignation of an on-going and unfathomable problem. It seemed that he and this particular young lady were having these chastisement meetings rather more frequently than he would like. “Adopt the position.” Suzanne was a problem, a constant problem. At Saint Agnes School for girls, she was the misfit. Her sixteen year old head carried knowledge that was, by far, much too knowing for her years. She had a natural beauty, cherry red lips and blue eyes surrounded by dark lashes that looked as if they were coated with mascara. Her body had already filled out to a womanly form, and, being an asset, was flaunted at every opportunity. It didn’t take a clairvoyant to know that her future would be in an industry that took full advantage of her looks and figure. It wasn’t a huge step to visualise that, with her intelligence and guile, she would be heading the venture. The uniform at Saint Agnes’s was quite strict, a cotton blouse with a breast pocket on the left, the school logo and motto broidered on it. A green on green, wrap-over tartan kilt, complete with traditional pin and thin leather belt, threaded through hoops at the waist, knee high white cotton socks and black, flat pumps. The kilt was supposed to finish at the knee, but Suzanne’s never seemed to reach that far. Hers was nothing short of a mini-skirt and her blouse, instead of being the chaste garment that it was supposed to be, always seemed stretched, the buttons barely clinging on to the buttonhole and always threatening to fly apart, exposing her bra clad breasts beneath. Suzanne carried the brand, “Trouble”, or “Oh god, not her again?” amongst the staff. Whatever disturbances going on, it was a certainty that Suzanne would be somewhere near the bottom of it. She had a natural tendency to leadership, but her gift for mischief more often lead to a fellow student bearing the brunt of the fall out. Mr. French’s attention returned to the wayward student in front of him. “I told you to adopt the position.” He waited, with ruler in hand, for her to offer her palm for the usual three smacks administered as punishment for her transgressions. Instead, Suzanne lent forward, bending at the waist and then, planted her hands on her knees before slowly sliding her hands down her legs until she grasped her ankles. Her kilt rose at the back, it was no accident that her ass cheeks were fully displayed, her white cotton briefs covering her cleft in a tight vee-shape. He was immediately angry at her deliberate disrespect and lunged forward, swinging the boxwood ruler until it met flesh with a resounding slap. Suzanne squealed, flinched, but maintained her position, hands gripping ankles and her ass in the air, with a vivid red weal rising on her pink skin. Irrationally, the sight inflamed Mr. French even more; his next strike was very much harder, carrying his weight behind it. This time, Suzanne yelled aloud and uncoiled to stand, gripping her ass as if it were on fire. He was satisfied with the result and the tears in her eyes, his anger passed as suddenly as it had sprung up. “Sit down.” He growled at her and was pleased at how gingerly she managed to sit on the seat in front of his desk. “What am I going to do with you eh?” He sat on the opposite side of his desk, exasperated and realising the futility of beating this incorrigible girl. Suzanne saw he opening. “I can think of one or two things.” The unsaid was more than obvious, translated in her enigmatic smile, even though tears trickled down her cheeks. “Why is it, do you think, I am so regularly here to be punished?” Her smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “It isn’t that I like being smacked with your… ruler.” She turned in her seat, uncrossing her legs so that he would be able to see her panties in the gap her short kilt would allow. Her smile widened as she watched as his eyes dropped to her snatch. She knew she had him at her mercy. Mr. French knew he was in trouble. He had struck a pupil in an unseemly place, the welt on her ass would prove testament to his guilt. He had struck in anger rather than chastisement, further guilt and now, his eyes were beholding a possibility that was very much further than he was allowed to go. All through his years of teaching, he had never felt or wanted to touch one of his pupils, he had, until this point, managed to ride out the occasional crush these young girls can foster. Worse though, Suzanne’s father was a benefactor of the school, donating several millions to the building of a sports hall. Suzanne’s legs opened wider. If her intent wasn’t obvious before, it was now quite blatant. She stared at him, daring him to look at her crotch, daring him to look away. She shifted forward to the edge of the seat, ignoring the sting of her ass cheeks as the friction of the plastic reminded her of the two welts on her skin. The shift forward served to ride her kilt higher up her thighs until it was no hindrance at all. He could clearly see the crease of the white cotton fabric as it folded into her labia. The stirrings of lust fluttered in his stomach, his cock began to harden at the obvious invitation. It didn’t matter that she was a student, or that she was under aged. It was a cunt, begging to be used and he hadn’t been near a pussy for far too long. “So, what are you going to do with me Mr French eh? She grinned and parted her knees even further. “I um… well… er… I guess we could modify your punishment.” His cock was doing the thinking now, wanting desperately to be buried balls deep in her willing snatch. He got up from his leather chair and walked around the desk towards her. Suzanne suddenly felt a nervous excitement, her temperature rose, breath quickened and the tip of her tongue moistened her lips in anticipation. He brushed past her; his hip nudged her shoulder as he strode on beyond her seated, overheated body. Not knowing quite what to expect, Suzanne sat in nervous excitement, waiting to see what he would do next. She heard the blind on his office door come down over the vision panel and then the unmistakeable click of the lock. To anyone else, he was out of his office and would not be disturbed. In an effort to gain at least some sblance of control, he returned to his side of the desk, sat in his executive leather chair and pushed it backwards on its castors, giving him a few feet between his knees and the edge of the desk. “Stand up Suzanne.” He commanded, trying to quell the shakiness in his voice and sound authoritative. She walked around the corner of his desk, exaggerating the swing of her hips in what she though a provocative manner and stood in front of him, legs slightly parted, her hands hanging at her side. She looked down on him and waited for his next command. “Bend over my knees.” Suzanne did as she was told, knowing that her non-regulation kilt would ride up to give him an uninterrupted view of her ass. He felt the underwire of her bra and swell of her petite through the fabrics of his trousers and her cotton blouse as they rested on the side of his leg. Her kilt rode up and exposed her ass with two red raised welts criss-crossing on either side of her white cotton briefs. Gingerly, he ran his palm over the smooth skin, feeling the raised welts she had suffered from the ruler. His other hand lightly grasped the back of her neck, keeping her supine over his knees while he continued to caress her smooth bottom. “Hmm, that’s nice,” she mumbled. He hooked a finger under the elasticated selvage of her briefs and arranged it so that it fell between her cheeks until it resbled little more than a string. Now he could see almost all of her beautiful ass with a fine down of blonde hair shining in the light. He patted each cheek and stroked lovingly, enjoying the feel of her. Suddenly, with no warning, he smacked her ass with the flat of his hand, not overly hard, but enough to sting. She yelped in surprise and then again as he spanked her once more. She wanted to jump up, but his grip on her neck was just sufficient to prevent her. Another smack brought tears to her eyes and a squeal of outrage. Mr. French then stroked her again, fondling and soothing her skin. “You are a bad girl Suzanne,” He told her “And bad girls get punished don’t they?” “Yes.” She answered in a whisper, fearing another slap to her already sore ass. He lightly tapped her again, managing to catch exactly the same spot as before, increasing the sensitivity. “I didn’t hear you.” He teased a little. “I said, yes.” “Good. Now stand up.” Suzanne stood, her kilt still hooked up and her briefs wedged in the crack of her ass. “So, let us she what Suzanne has to offer shall we?” He grinned wickedly. “Take off the blouse.” She undid the six buttons quickly and shucked off the cotton blouse, allowing it to fall to the floor. “And now the kilt, take it off.” He looked at her covered breasts anticipating what her tits would look like with out the bra while she unbuckled the thin leather belt and popped the button. The kilt fell to the fall leaving her in just her bra and briefs and long white socks. He liked the contrast of sun-tanned skin against the whiteness of her underwear. “Pick your clothes up and fold them over the chair.” She bent at the waist giving him a view of her ass and cotton covered cunt from between her legs. She knew how good that view would be, having practiced it in the mirror many times. She carried her clothes to the seat she had occupied and returned to stand in front of him. She could feel her panties had slipped between her pussy lips and were quite wet now. Her ass still stung a bit, but she felt suddenly alive and vibrant. She positively quivered in a sexually charged wantonness. Mr. French’s finger pointed to her gusset, gradually getting closer until it pressed against her quim, pushing the fabric even further between her labia. The pressure had him touching her clit as well as her hole, her wetness donating lubrication to the passage of his finger. Suzanne shivered visibly. His touch was setting fire to her belly and her sex had become a melting pot of electrical charges, each setting off sparks in her head. And then, he sat back to admire her. Her youthful body was yet to fill out. She was not yet a classic hour-glass figure, the flare of her hips too narrow, but the promise was there that she would fill out in her womanhood. Her breasts were high on her chest, not large by any means, but were in proportion to her slight frame. She was one of those lucky girls whose natural colouring allowed for easy tanning in the sun. Her hair, although held in the regulation bun, had a luxurious burgundy sheen. Suzanne would be a stunning woman in a few years time and, with her natural mischievous nature, was likely to be a real handful. “Slip the straps off of your shoulders and turn around.” Suzanne hurriedly did as she was told. Her nerves were now in a complete mess. This wasn’t how she had imagined it would be. In her day dreaming, she had the upper hand throughout the encounter and, although she hadn’t really thought about the mechanics in any great detail, had him at her mercy. This was completely out of her control and Mr. French was very much in charge. She stood with her back to him, trbling, unknowing and, if she was totally honest, scared shitless. He unclipped her bra which fluttered to the ground and ran a fingertip from the nape of her neck all the way down her back, between her shoulder blades to the top of her ass crack. She shivered violently, as if suddenly touched by an ice cube. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her briefs and tugged them down until gravity took over and they ended up around her ankles. Suzanne stepped out of them on trbling legs that threatened to give way under her. Shifting closer so that his knees touched the back of hers, he slid his hands around her waist till they met at her stomach. He pulled her backwards, she had to sit on his legs or fall over. His hands sought her naked breasts, cupping them in his palms and pinching her nipples lightly. Suzanne shivered harder, literally jumping as he tweaked and rubed alternately. She squirmed in his lap, hardening his cock even further. Mr. French parted her knees passing inverted hands to either knee and hiking her up, her legs dangled either side of his knees, off the floor and completely under his control. Slowly, but deliberately, he slid his palms up the inside of her thighs, applying pressure and forcing her legs wider, opening her delicate flower to his touch, without defence. The touch of a finger tip to her quim brought an unexpected reaction as if she had been scalded. It was only the lightest of touches, but it had been perfect in its blind aim. He lent back a little in the chair, pulling her with him so that she lay propped on his chest. It allowed him to fondle her tits, tweaking hardened nipples while his other hand rubed in small circles over her labia, parting the lips slightly, almost entering her body. Suzanne was completely out of control now. Her senses were in turmoil, so many sensations all at once overwhelmed her, all heading towards her first adult climax. His fingers at her entrance were sending her into delirium. She wanted him inside her, but desperately didn’t want to stop what he was doing to her. Waves of ecstatic pleasure flowed from toes to nipples, rippling through her, bringing her closer and closer until, her first climax washed over her. Her stomach cramped, legs tried to shut and her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip to stop her screaming. After shocks ripped though her as spasms rocked her body, slowly, Suzanne calmed, Mr. French allowed her to rest. She had soaked his trousers and hand with her cream, she hadn’t noticed being too wrapped up in her orgasm. “Stand up Suzanne.” She tried, but her knees betrayed her, control had not yet returned. He helped her to a kneeling position now facing him. Unzip me and take my cock out. With trbling fingers, she fumbled at his zip. Eventually, she managed to pull it down and gently prise his cock out. Her first close up view of the male organ. It was huge, at least in her eyes. Hard and covered with veins, red and angry looking. Suddenly, she worried that her slender body would never be able to accommodate such a large gland. She didn’t want to disappoint him, but was sure she just would not manage him, especially as it was her first time. “Open your mouth Suzanne.” She knew what was expected, she and her circle of friends had giggled over the thought of sucking a cock in their evening time flights of girlish fancies. Gripping his shaft in her fingers, she licked the cock head, the tip of her tongue pausing over the slit, tasting him. Suzanne opened her mouth as wide as she could and managed to get almost three inches into her mouth. She sucked hard, not knowing any technique. “Gently Suzanne, as if it is a delicate morsel to be savoured, slowly.” He held her head and began to fuck her mouth in careful thrusts, not wanting to overwhelm her or spoil the divine sensation of her warm mouth suckling on him. He would cum very shortly, the extended length of time since his last sexual encounter making his need all the greater. He grasped hold of her hair, pulling her face back and tilting her head so she was looking up at him. Rubed himself off, aiming at her chin. His cum spurted out of him, hitting her face and splashing over her gorgeous tits. Spurt after spurt erupted from him. Suzanne stuck her tongue out and caught a little of his spend and took it into her mouth to be tasted. She didn’t like the taste too much, being salty and musty. He reached over to his desk and pulled some tissues from a box and handed them to her. “Get dressed Suzanne.” “But I thought we were going to do it.” She felt a bit disappointed that her ultimate dream had not been fulfilled. “You have learned a valuable lesson here Suzanne, your sexuality will not always get you what you want and you will not always be able to control events.” He smiled as she pulled on her pants. “You are still intact, as it should be. It isn’t for me to take that particular prize, but you should never forget what happened here, your first orgasm and taste of a man. Be content with that until the right time with the right man.” He paused while she clipped her bra and threaded her arms into the loops. “It isn’t a lesson to be repeated Suzanne and is never to be mentioned... ever.” She finished getting dressed and thought over what he had said. Already the memory of her climax was indelibly stamped on her mind, but also, gratitude that he hadn’t taken her cherry, even though she had offered it. Somehow, his refusal and respect for her virginity had made her realise that perhaps it was something precious, to be saved until she was ready. Her reactions tonight had shown her she wasn’t yet quite ready for that. But, God, had she enjoyed what they had done. “Thank you Sir.” At last he thought, proper deference to his position, perhaps the lesson had turned her from a wild child. Time would tell.

Getting the Promotion

2011-07-06T01:32:00.000-07:00

Mike must give up his most prized possession to get his most prized job.
I am a 30 year old regional sales manager happily married to my wife, Lindsey for 5 years now. She is 25 years old, a brunette with hair that just reaches her shoulders, 5'7" tall and a body to die for. I was attracted to her the moment I saw her. This story also includes my boss, Bill Evans, who is 5 years older than me with a commanding attitude and a well built body to back it up.

I arrived to work on Monday morning at 7:30 A.M. Just like any other morning, I reviewed the week’s tasks and went about calling customers for his upcoming sales meetings. I have been a regional sales manager for 10 years now, and although very successful, I know it will be difficult to climb the corporate ladder anymore without a miracle.

As I sat the phone down on my third call, my boss, Bill Evans, came strolling into my office. “Good morning Mike” Bill said behind a quirky smile. “How’s your day going?” I replied with mock enthusiasm knowing that a visit from my boss was either extremely good or extremely bad, usually the latter. “I have something that I need to talk to you about. One of our board mbers has retired and there is an opening that I think you should apply for. It’s a position that would give you total power over the sales force here in the states along with six figures and some pretty hefty benefits. What do you think?” I was speechless. This was finally the break that I had been longing for. “I would love to have that position Bill, you know I would. What do I need to do to apply?” Bill looked at me and grinned mischievously, “We have a meeting with the Board of Directors tomorrow and they assigned me to write out a letter of recommendation for the candidate of my choice. I was thinking that we could have dinner at your place tonight and I could tell Lindsey myself. Sound good?” Not wanting to spoil the moment, the mood or my promotion I said that I would do anything. He looked long and hard at me then said that I should go home and talk to my wife, and maybe come up with a way to "satisfy" him so that I could get my promotion.

I gave a confused look but it soon dawned on me that it was Lindsey that he wanted to satisfy him.

“After all, your wife is very attractive and I know how badly that you want this promotion. Maybe you could talk her into helping you. If she is willing to help you with this decision, I can see myself recommending you tomorrow to the board. If not, I think that I can find someone else that would like to move up the ladder.” He gave me a vicious smile.

As my heart pounded and my fists clenched together he said, “Mike if you do anything drastic I will have to fire you. I will personally make sure you wont find a job anywhere in this country. What do you say?”

As my eyes trailed to my desk I said, “What exactly do you want from my wife, just so we are clear on this.”

“I think you know what I want Mike.”

“Tell me Bill,” I nearly screamed, veins bulging.

He approached my desk and rested his palms on the front of the wooden surface and whispered, “I am going to fuck your wife senseless Mike. And if you refuse, you can hit the fucking road, got it?” I just looked at him before passing him on the way out the door.

Lindsey met me at the door with a kiss, "How was your day baby?" she asked with her cute smile. I just kissed her back and went up to take a shower. When I got out I told her what had happened at work that day. She was furious at my boss. “This is fucking blackmail!”

Initially she wanted me to report him for harassment but when I explained what kind of promotion it was she realized how much the job meant to me and the fear I had of not being able to find another one if he fired me.

She said, "I know how much this means to you sweetheart, but what are we to do?"

I kissed her on the lips and asked, "Would you do it for me sweetheart?" I couldn't believe I was really saying this to my beautiful wife who I love so much, but I felt desperate.

She was silent for a long while. I could tell that she was shocked. Finally she said, "I'll do it. I know the job means a lot to you, and besides we can’t last long with you unemployed."

I jumped up and kissed her, "Oh honey, you don't have to do it if you don't want to, I don't want you to do it if you feel you can't."

She smiled a little shakily at me and said, "Baby, we don't have much of a choice. I know how hard it'll be for you to start from scratch again. No, I'll go for it as long as you can stand it too."

I could hear the satisfied tone in Bill's voice when I told him that my wife had agreed. "Good for you Mike! I'm sure that you made the right choice! I'll have you moved into a new office to go along with your promotion. Tell your wife that I'll be over around 8:00 o'clock!"

I didn’t know what to do or how to act when Mike arrived. He quickly laid out the rules for the evening. “If you do anything that I tell you not to, or if you touch me in any way, you will lose your job. Understood?”

“Yes,” I replied.

Then he turned to my wife.

“You will do anything that I say for the remainder of the night. Understand?”

Reluctantly, my wife shook her head in defeat.

With that, he told her to go put a dress on and begin to serve us dinner.

When Lindsey returned she looked fantastic. She had her hair in a pony tail and had put on a sundress that clearly defined every curve on her body. I could tell that Bill’s dick was getting hard as she approached.

She sat out dinner and we ate like normal.

When Bill finished his plate he asked Lindsey to put his plate up so that some of the table space was cleared. When she leaned forward to grab his plate he placed his hand on her hip and looked into her face with a frown. “Put the plate back down and don’t move a muscle.” Lindsey stopped moving while she was leaning over the table and Bill got out of his seat and walked around behind her. He told her not to move as his hands went under her dress, stopped momentarily, and then came back into view. It was then that I realized that he had felt Lindsey’s thong when he grabed her earlier and now he was sliding it down her legs only inches from my face. It was almost like he was teasing himself because he still couldn’t see her pussy, but he kept sliding them until they were lying on the floor.

After getting her panties off he directed her to keep cleaning up the kitchen until the table was cleared. He sat in his chair and told me not to move and told my wife to stand with each of her legs outside of his knees. In doing so, her legs were about 2 feet apart with her covered navel only inches from his face when he looked up at her and said “Show me your pussy.” My wife’s eyes met mine instead of doing what she had been told and he raised his voice and said, “That’s right, I want you to show me your pussy right in front of your husband.” This time she did not hesitate. She grabed the bottom of her sundress and pulled upward until her pussy came into view. Bill smiled before reaching up and rubing her clit with his thumb. Lindsey quickly exhaled when he did this and Bill noticed. “Do you like that? Do you like getting slutty in front of your husband?” My wife did not reply except to tilt her head back and close her eyes. When Bill seen this he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her clit, causing her to let out a moan. “I knew you wanted this you sexy little fuck.” As soon as he returned his thumb to her clit she began to shake in orgasm. Bill immediately stood up and whispered something in her ear. While keeping pressure on her clit she began to take his pants off. He pushed her down beside my chair and asked her what she was doing. I couldn’t believe my ears when she said “I want your dick in my mouth.” With this Bill pulled out his 7” cock and presented it to my wife. She looked at me and unbelievingly said “Watch this,” as she plunged his cock down her throat. In disbelief I watched as my wife deep throated his seven inches. Bill told her to get it good and wet. This made her make slurping noises and her spit begin to trail off of his dick onto his balls. When a large amount had been produced he grabed her by the hair and pulled his cock out of her mouth. With his other hand he grabed the base of his cock and slapped her face with it, causing her spit to get all over her face. The entire time I am only a foot away in my chair watching my wife service him. When her face was slick with her spit and his pre cum, he started to rub his cock all over her cheeks and lips. When she tried to turn away he would smack her on the forehead with his huge cock.

Finally, after he stopped slapping her he whispered something else into her ear and she took off her sun dress revealing her tight abs and her C sized tits. He took her nipple into his mouth as she placed her ass on the edge of the table and leaned back onto her elbows. Bill turned my chair so that I was looking between her legs and commanded her “Tell him what you want.” “I want you to fuck me Bill,” Lindsey replied. Then she looked at me and said, “And I want Mike to watch.” I listened as Bill told me not to move as my wife spread her legs for his cock. He moved in between her legs and aimed his cock at her pussy and pushed.

Bill was smiling to himself as he slowly slid his thick cock into my petite wife's pussy, the pussy that only I had fucked up until now.

Lindsey looked as if she was in heaven. Initially she gave out a loud cry as if she were in pain from his thick entry. But after a couple of strokes she started to meet his thrusts and after a while even wrapped her legs around his waist and start to wildly fuck him back.

At the sight of her legs wrapped around his waist I dropped my head, looking at the floor. Bill noticed this and got angry and told Lindsey to stand up and made her bend over. He then placed her hands on the back of my chair for balance and pulled her head up by her hair so that she was looking directly into my eyes only inches from my face. “Look at your wife while she takes my dick. Look at her!” He said as he began to plow into her from behind. Lindsey was whimpering with every thrust now, unable to hide her lust for his big cock. It didn’t take long like this for Bill to reach his orgasm. He leaned over and whispered into her ear where I could hear it, “Where do you want me to shoot my load Lindsey?” My wife turned her head to look him in the eye before saying “Flood my cunt with your load. Bury it inside of me.” This was too much for Bill to take. I watched as he grabed her hips and sank his cock in her as deep as it could go and suddenly stop. He pulled her head up to look me in the eye as he shot his load into her pussy. Her eyes shot open and I know she felt every hot blast from his dick as he pumped her cunt full of his cum. Five, Six, Seven times he flinched and she whimpered as he blasted her with each surge from his dick. After he finished he leaned over and told her to place her hands on the table and not to stand upright. He made me look at her well beaten pussy. While I was starting at her stretched hole his load began to seep out and Bill pushed my head towards it. I don’t know why, but I ate his load out of her cunt. It seemed to never stop. He came so much in her that she couldn’t keep it in her even as she leaned over the table.

Bill fucked my wife twice more that night. And both times he made me watch. He had her ride him, he took her in our bed and he even fucked her on our washing machine. I just hope this is all done after tonight.

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I Love A Grey Mouse

2011-07-04T22:44:00.000-07:00

Fitness club frolic with small chested babe
A good three years ago I joined one of these fitness clubs in order to shape up a little and get rid of the start of a slight paunch and put a little muscle on my legs. I was in for a surprise as quite contrary to my expectations I liked the training sessions right from the start. That?s why I have been doing this very regularly and today I can feel it in my bones and muscles and I can see it in the mirror that it has done me a world of good. What?s even more, it has changed my outlook on life and it has given me an acute and very pleasant consciousness of my body and it?s needs.

But that is not what I was going to tell you about, I am just trying to set the scene. This fitness club has a wonderful set of saunas, whirlpools, steambaths etc. and on the roof top it sports a huge beautiful swimming pool that extends partly to an outdoors roof terrace. To take a shower after the training and to dive into that pool that is always nearly empty when I go in the morning gives you a sense of pure luxury. On top of that the whole sauna- and pool area is visited by all the guests in the nude which creates an atmosphere of nice and easygoing leisure and freedom.

One morning I got to talking to a lady in her mid thirties who seemed very nice. While we talked standing up shoulder deep in the warm transparent water the peculiarity of that situation got to me - I stood no more than two feet from a lady I had just met and we were both stark naked. The thought provoked an immediate erection which she could have noticed in the transparent water had she looked down at me. I turned a bit to the wall of the pool hoping that she wouldn?t notice it. When she said goodbye I watched her swimming to the steps and from where I stood I had a good view of her as she climbed up the steps on to the platform where she tried to reach for her bathing slippers with her feet. She really was a sight to behold. She was rather slim with very small breasts but quite prominent brown nipples over small dark aureoles. Her hips were beautifully rounded and she had long perfectly shaped legs; where they met I could see a very pronounced mound which was crowned by a small tuft of dark pubic hair. In angling with her foot for one of her slippers she lost her balance for a short moment and had to grab for the handrail. That?s when I had the most beautiful glimpse. Standing on that platform she had a huge sunlit window behind her and my eye level was nearly exactly in line with her crotch. In her efforts to reach her slippers she had spread her legs a little bit and against the brightly lit window behind her I saw two well-developed, totally hairless pussy lips which tapered backwards and curved to meet her buttocks of which I also saw a short curving in the counter light. When she turned round she had the most perfect apple-shaped behind I have ever seen.

A little later we met again at the pool restaurant where we shared a table, now both demurely clad in our bath robes. We talked animatedly and she seemed to be quite drawn to me. With my estimated 20 years senior to her it looked as if she developed some confidence towards me and she started to tell me about her problem of finding a partner. It appeared that at the age of 36 she had had few and brief experiences of partnership only. The reason she gave was that obviously nobody wanted to look at what she called some "grey mouse". At that I started to protest and I told her that I found her to be very sweet and attractive. She said: "Attractive ? - Me ? .... skinny as I am, flat-chested and with that plain face?" But I could also see that some colour had risen to her cheeks which turned into a deep blushing on what I had to say: "Listen, my dear, when I look at you I see a sweet face with bright eyes with little sad lines around the mouth; and when I looked at your body up there on that platform at the pool I was simply delighted by what I saw, a delicate body with long shapely legs and a flat stomach, with round hips and a beautiful ass, with small breasts but very promising nipples. And I also noticed that you are shaved down there which shows you care about yourself and you have some idea about how you want to appear - sorry to be so descriptive but I did get a good look at you and I certainly enjoyed it!" At that she had to swallow hard and then she whispered, blushing even more if that were possible: "I am not shaved, it?s natural. I have very little body hair, in fact just a little fluff in my armpits and that little tuft on my .... down there!". "Lucky you," I sighed, and that broke the ice. We both laughed at each other and she gripped my hand and said: "I am going into one of the whirlpools, come join me!" and with that we left the restaurant and went down to the whirlpools.

The one I liked best, because it has the strongest jets was quiet right now and nobody was in it. So we draped our bathrobes on the rack and went in at which the jets promptly started. When I asked her how she was getting along with herself without a partner she first gave me a look of puzzlement but then she understood and smiled. She seemed to give herself a little push and said: "I?ll show you." With that she went on her knees and turned to the wall where she seemed to search something. When she had found it she turned her face to me and smiled triumphantly. She had positioned her crotch so that one of the jets was directed at her pussy and I could imagine how a pulsating stream of water was parting her pussy lips massaging her clit. Very soon she had a look of rapt attention and sucked in her underlip and when she started to moan softly I boldly cupped her ass with one hand and with the other I caressed her nipples which had grown to enormous size and hardness. When her orgasm hit her she convulsed in my arms and I held her tenderly while she rode it out. She had unconsciously grapped for my cock which gave me a delicious thrill. Now she blushed again, let go of my cock and said "Thank you!". "My pleasure" I said, and "so, you masturbate!". Again that characteristic hard swallowing before she said "Yes, what else can I do?". I told her "for a change, you could ask me to share your pleasure or you could ask me for some cunnilingus." "What is that?" she asked and I couldn?t detect any sign that she was leading me on. So I looked straight at her and said in a soft voice but very matter-of-factly: "That?s when I explore every nook and cranny of your pussy with my tongue!" At that she gulped again but she screw up her courage enough to say in a faintly wavering voice: "Oh, do people really do that?" to which I lied: "I don?t know about other people but I would indeed like to do that to you - among other nice things!" She gave me a long searching look and seemed to debate something with herself. Again she gave herself that little push I had noticed before and said: "I would like to persue this a little further but perhaps we could go somewhere else for more privacy?" I agreed and we each went to our locker rooms to dress and meet in the loby. When I showered again my cock was half erected and silvery threads of pre-cum from my earlier excitement dangled from it with each bobing. I washed carefully and after drying off I treated the glans and prepuce to some thorough massage with a good skin lotion. I wanted my cock to look nice and the foreskin to form a thick smooth collar behind the glans when she next looked at it.

When we met in the loby she told me that she lives in ten minutes walking distance and she invited me "for a coffee" to her flat. Nothing could suit me better and so we picked up my car and were in her flat in no time at all. As I didn?t want to spoil anything, and because she really was a dear I tried not to be rash and had she sent me on my way after coffee I would have gone, knowing that we will meet again. Her flat was a two room affair with a nice kitchen. She made it a point to tell me which is the bathroom and I had the feeling that she wanted me to go in there and have a look. That?s what I promptly did and I really had to whistle in my surprise. Her bathroom was real big with a huge washstand and a nearly wall-to-wall mirror with integrated lighting. The bathtub was a big halfround affair in a corner and it had various fittings and jet nozzles so I could imagine that this was not just a bath tub to get clean in. There was a glass-encased shower cubicle in the other corner and the WC behind some half wall. The fittings and tiles were all in good taste and it was evident that most of the money for this flat had gone into this room.

I washed my hands and when I joined her I complimented her on that wonderful bathroom. She seemed very pleased and I said in an off-hand way: "I can also see that you do not have to rely on the whirlpools in the fitness club for your .... recreation". On that she giggled in the most charming way before she clapped her hand on her mouth. Over coffee we made small talk but somehow it all circled around themes of love and romance and her fate of being without a partner. Once I unconsciously touched her hand at which she jumped but then she smiled and said: "I?m sorry, I didn?t want to react that way but your touch was like a little explosion to me - but a pleasant one", and with that she took my hand in hers and rubed my palm with her fingers. When she continued blaming her plainness for her problem I told her: "Listen, I have a good mind to take you by your ears in front of that magnificant mirror in your bathroom and point out your beauties to yourself!". This little inward push that seemed her sign of making up her mind came again and she said "Yes, why don?t we?". She got up, took off her shoes and socks and I did the same. Instead of me taking her by the ears she took me by the hand and we went into the bathroom.

When she saw us together in full length in that mirror she reached for the light switch and dimmed the lights to the lowest level; the room was practically semi-dark and she said that she had to get used first to seeing somebody else with her in that mirror. Then she took off her jeans and the light sweater she was wearing and she stood in sheer white panties of that loose fitting French type with some lace trimmings. She was not wearing a bra but some tight fitting bustier of soft material that showed the small bulge of her breast with her nipples again well-defined through the thin cloth. She gave me an enquiring look and even in that semi-darkness I could see that she was blushing. I said "I think we need to go a little bit farther than that - will it help you if I also .... ?" At that she nodded and watched while I took of my pants and shirt and stood in my small and tight-fitting wine-red briefs that clearly showed a good bulge in front already. What happened then was quite a surprise for me. She came close, braced me and planted a short firm kiss on my lips before she turned away again and pulled her bustier with one swift motion over her head. She hesitated a split second, then gave an involutary shrug and calmly pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Before I could say anything she turned again to me and simply stripped my briefs off my loins so that I could only step out of them. "Now we are even" she said "and you can tell me what you see!".

I reached for the light switch and undimmed the lights. Stepping behind her I looked over her shoulder into the mirror while, for now, being careful that my fully erect mber would not touch her. I put my hands on her hips and slowly stroked them up and down and in circular motions toward her stomach. Slowly I widened the circles and she let it happen and enjoyed the sensation of that soft massage. "Look what fine specimen of a girl you are" I said, "with a flat tummy slightly rounded only and with the most adorable dimple for a navel; and look at that narrow waist from which your hips flare out in a generous curve, surprising in somebody of that overall slimness, but that?s thanks to your beautiful little ass", and with a deft motion I turned her sideways so we could see her in profile. I placed my right hand on her belly and with my left hand I stroked down her back following the inward and outward curves of waist and buttocks. "See that wonderful line" I said, "It?s something to die for, and you think you are not attractive?"

When I resumed my circular stroking motions I included her little breasts and she started to shiver a bit but from her face in the mirror I could see that she was enjoying this with mounting pleasure. Now I said: "Look at your sweet little titties, how they seem to really bulge out now, and your wonderful nipples - what size and colour they have aquired now. I guess when you are fully aroused they will be hard as marbles and wonderful to tongue". With that I slowly and delicately let my fingers pass one after the other over her big nipples causing them to get still bigger and harder. Her shivering had increased a bit more and I stepped closer to brace her from behind which pressed my cock right alongside the cleft between her buttocks. She did not mind at all, on the contrary she leaned back and made small bumping motions with her hips against me. Her face was flushed and she watched us intently in the mirror. When she turned her face to look back at me I pressed my mouth onto hers and when I opened my lips and let my tongue slide delicately over her lips I was instantly met by her tongue and felt that wonderfully rough surface exploring my lips and tongue. Our kiss seemed to last endlessly and all the while I massaged with gentle pressure her breasts and felt her nipples grow to their final size and hardness. When we stopped kissing we smiled at each other in the mirror and giving a playful little push to her breasts I said: "See what I mean? Yours are the most wonderfully expressive titties I have ever seen. Your nipples are huge and it?s sheer delight to look at them and touch them." At that she turned round, gave me a long lingering kiss that sent a fresh wave of heat through our bodies and souls, then she turned finally round, came into my arms and pressing against me, clasping my buttocks with both hands she whispered: "Let?s go to the bedroom". I put my arm around her and when we walked to the bedroom we felt our hips move under our hands and we both relished to feel that little swaying of our buttocks.

The shades in her bedroom were drawn but they were cream coloured and the daylight was barely dimmed. When we entered the room I lifted her off her feet and placed her gently on her french bed which was covered by a soft blanket. I got to my knees beside the bed and kissed her languidly on the mouth. She replied my kiss with open mouth and darting tongue and we engaged in an intense tongue play that put us both soon on a level of delicious excitement. Then kissing her throat and shoulders all the way down to her chest I eventually put my mouth on one nipple while caressing her other breast with my cupped hand. And she cradled my head in her arms sighing a soft moan of contentment and stroked my head and shoulders. I let my tongue brush slowly and with some pressure over that surprisingly big nipple savouring the taste and texture of it. Her stroking of my head and shoulders became more intense and I played her bud now with quick tongue brushings alternating with rolling my tongue around it and letting it deftly flick over the edge of my tongue. Her nipple seemed to grow in my mouth and it felt as if it had a life, and an urge by itself.

Her breathing with little moans got faster and more intense and her whole body seemed to tense and become increasingly restless. As always, I enjoyed these signs of mounting excitement immensely and I could feel in myself already that familiar wave of excitement which tells me that I am on a near identical rhythm with this sweet woman I was caressing. I have often thought about that curious way in which the increasing excitement of my partner in love sparks and increases my own lust. When I changed places with mouth and hand to give the other nipple it?s due she dug her fingers - with short nails as I was to appreciate a bit later - into my back and on my first tongue strokes she let out a long shuddering sigh. My free hand quickly stroked down her stomach and settled on her fleshy mons with that endearing tuft of dark hair and I began to knead it with thumb and fingers alternating between soft stroking and firm pressure. She responded to that with opening her legs widely; she planted her feet flat on the bed and lifted her hips to meet my stroking, caressing, kneading hand and now she whispered between breaths: "Show me your cunni thing, please!".

In one quick motion I kneeled on the bed between her legs, reached under her buttocks and lifted her hips clean off the bed so that she came to rest with them against my chest with her back supported by my thighs and when she opened her eyes wide in surprise my fingers were already deftly stroking her nipples and she looked into my smiling face framed between her thighs and her whole pussy area just below my face. She smiled back at me and said: "Oh, how nice and comfortable!". And that is exactly what it was - comfortable both for her and for me. She practically rested on her shoulders but was supported against my body and for me it was easy to balance against that slender beautiful body of hers. Now she was watching with great intent while I put my mouth to her mons venus which I started to work on with firm tongue pressure, or putting my opened mouth completely over it sucking in strongly as if I was going to swallow it. In between I let my mouth go to one side and licked the inguinal area, that sweet fold between thighs and abdomen which at her had a very soft, silky skin through which my tongue could feel the blood pulsating in that strong vein running underneath it. I alternated now between left side, mons and right side with strong tongue movements, lip kneadings and suckings and all the while I could look into her face and watch how the excitement started to wash over it, again shortening her breathing with soft moans. I let my mouth wander to the uppermost part of her inner thigh and my tongue ran from there below her pussy over the dam - that short area of skin between the pussy lips and her anus - to the other thigh and her breathing and moaning increased audibly while she spread her legs even more and tried to push her lower parts closer to my mouth. Now I concentrated my tongue play there and gave her strong brushings from the anus to the lower ends of her pussy lips. Her excitement increased still more and she said something but wasn?t quite coherent anymore. Her eyes had started to glaze over and her face was contorted into a mask of agony - but her body movement spoke different; she was rocking her hips on my chest and little whimperings came from her mouth. Now I put my mouth to her pussy and let my tongue loose on the outer labia which on a first tongue thrust parted and revealed her inner labia which were fleshy, dark red and only little wrinkled. As my tongue rapidly and with strong pressure roamed her inner pussy lips up and down, in and out her whimperings got louder, her panting was frantic now and with a strong movement of arms and shoulders she pushed her pussy even more into my mouth. Eventually I put my tongue directly on her clit which now felt big and fleshy and I circled it with my tongue and rubed over it and when I rolled my tongue into a little sheath and encircled her clit with it she went absolutely wild. Her moaning got louder and her breathing was now a series of quick short gasps interspersed with little cries. Her body writhed very strongly and I had to get a better grip on her hips. In releasing her breasts I feasted my eyes on her enormous nipples that were dark red and stood like big beans on her small breasts; the aureoles had darkened and bulged out. I got her buttocks into a firm grip and started to suck in her clitoris so I could chew it with my lips at which she let out a series of screams which then slowly died away to small whimpers and sighings while a wonderful sex flush of crimson colour quickly spread over her whole upper body.

She couldn?t see my mouth as it was still buried in her pussy but I smiled at her with my eyes and she smiled back and I simply loved that girl. She was so sweet and helpless in the grip of her orgasm and I felt an immense nearness to her, much more even than my tongue in her vulva could signify. A strong wish to please her, to care for her came over me and I continued working with tongue and lips on her pussy and clitoris. When she realized that more was to come she gave me a broad grin of happy anticipation which turned to questioning big eyes when suddenly my own orgasm hit me and let me grip her even firmer while I ejaculated a strong hot stream against her back. After a moment of sinking spirit I realized that I could now go on as my feeling of acute love and tenderness got even stronger and I knew that there was a long time to go yet for my next climax, long enough to lift my love to several further orgasms if she was ready for it.

I resumed my tongue play and after lifting her hips yet a bit higher for better access to her clit I put my hands again on her breasts and passed my fingers over her nipples, twisted them tenderly between thumb and forefinger and my tongue now again roamed her pussy lips and tried to get as far into her as it could reach. She gripped my hand and kissed it and sucked my fingers and watched what she could see of my face again with mounting pleasure. Soon I was back with my tongue on her clit and now it was much quicker that she started to gasp and whine and scream. This time I didn?t have to watch myself as a new climax for me was a long time off, so I could concentrate entirely on her reactions and I tried to make the approaching next orgasm to last as long as possible for her. When it came it was a lot more intense than the first time and it lasted much longer and this time she let really go with screaming and writhing. At it?s peak she gripped my head firmly between her thighs and a stream of ejaculation came into my mouth and changed the way she tasted from slightly bitter to lightly acid or even sweet. The amount of liquid she produced was enormous. My face, breast and shoulders were drenched same as her ass and back and the bed. While she recovered I kept licking her pussy. She said: "I?m sorry, I think I peed on you", and I took my mouth from her sweet pussy and told her: "No, you didn?t - you just had your first ejaculation. Now don?t worry, just concentrate on that wonderful feeling you have and try to loosen up more when it comes again shortly".

And off we went again. I just couldn?t get enough of her pussy, her nipples her contorting face and her ever changing ways of expressing her pleasure and lust and she didn?t seem to get enough of my tongue at her pussy, her anus, her clit and my hands deftly stroking and kneading her breasts, her nipples, her thighs and buttocks. This time she was very quick to climax and she was ejaculating again and her screams of lust seemed like sweet singing to me. When her orgasm started to subside I made an enormous effort with very quick and strong tongue brushings on her clit and finally I sucked it into my mouth that I thought I might hurt her. But if it did she didn?t seem to feel it because she had another orgasm before she had come down from the very last one and to me it seemed endless although it may not have lasted more than half a minute. Then she gasped, "Let me go, please", and I released her on to the drenched bed. She reached for my arms and pulled me down onto her where she kissed me long and deep exploring my lips and mouth with her tongue. She licked my whole face and ears and finally she pushed me onto my back with surprising strenght, crawled on to my chest facing away from me and took my cock into her mouth, licking the glans, playing with her tongue around the foreskin that had rolled into a thick roll behind the glans and let her fingers deftly but without hurting me play with my balls. All the while I had that sweetest of pussies directly before my eyes, hairless, pink with outer labia fully opened and inner labia engorged and red, pulsing with life and lust. Between them her thick fleshy clit with it?s tip protruding very visibly from the hood. Her pussy looked to me like the most beautiful flower, moving and quivering with the movements of her ass. Now I gripped that whole flower in my hand, squeezed it tenderly, and gave it a little pull. At that she looked round at me and I said "Let me put my cock into your pussy, and please, stay on top and take as much time as you want". She turned round to face me on her knees between my legs. She took hold of my cock with one hand and rubing some of my precum to my glans she pulled back the foreskin entirely, put her index finger on to the glans and carefully swished back the foreskin over the glans so that her finger was halfway covered by it. That?s when I was glad about her short clipped fingernails. Now she grabed my foreskin between thumb on the outside and index finger on the inside and started gently first to shake my cock which caused a very pleasant sensation on the glans and along the shaft right down to the base. She laughed at me and said: "When I saw that thick roll of foreskin I had wanted to do that right away, it feels wonderful as if my finger is a part of your cock", and with that she gave it a series of very fast and strong shakes that sent waves of pleasure through my whole lower body. My penis has always been a point of pondering for me. Not that it gives me any problem to perform - on the contrary, I seem to be prepared all too often. But then, it isn?t too big, rather average I would think with a good sized glans though, and a complete foreskin that normally covers it fully and opens up a little bit only when fully erected. But this fleshy foreskin is very flexible and I can easily retract it to free the glans completely; when it is left that way it forms a thick collar right behind the glans and I think that my partners usually enjoy that little extra padding quite a lot. But my cock has another little peculiarity - it has a fairly sharp bend upwards a short distance away from the base. When I stand upright an erection on me won?t be at a right angle or similar as it would normally befit a man of my age; it would be sharp upwards and bending so that it is nearly parallel to my abdomen. It does not hurt or give me any other problem but it looks unusual and seems to be the result of something called Peyronie. That, I guess, is the main reason for me to be concerned about my cock. But soon after it had developed in this way, a couple of years go, I learned that it is a great G-spot teaser and any woman with a strong susceptibility in that area will find that out right after my cock has entered her, especially when she is on top of me in an upright position.

None of my partners yet had used my foreskin to shake my cock by the ears, so to say. We both laughed and enjoyed the pleasant sensation this little playfulness gave us. But then play seemed to be over and even in this situation she gave herself that little inward push that I have come to love so much. With a sweet serious expression on her face she straddled me, gripped my "resisting" cock with a ring grip around the base and set the tip against her pussy. There she brushed it back and forth between her inner labia for a long time as if hesitating to "eat" it. She moved her hips back- and forward and from her face and the way she handled my cock I could see how much she enjoyed to be the active part. I wanted her to keep the initiative and I enjoyed the obvious pleasure she took in her game. She concentrated completely on what she was doing only giving me a little smile of triumph sometimes for which I could have kissed her. Then - little push again - she slowly sank on to my cock relishing every millimeter. All the while she made some slow hip movements to accommodate the bent shape of my cock and from her face I saw how she felt her way with her pussy around it until it was all in. Her face had expressed so many feelings during that process that I felt this sight alone was worth anything and it added to my immense pleasure and arousal.

I had put my feet flat on the bed so that my love could find some support with her arms. Now she nearly sat on me with my cock inside her and for some time we both didn?t move at all. We smiled at each other and enjoyed our intimacy, our exhaustion and our nearness. Then I concentrated on my lower region and sent a strong muscle contraction to my cock. Her hips seemed to rock forward, her eyes opened wide and a little scream of surprise came from her opened lips. I smiled sweetly and she said: "Can you do that again, please?" I gave her one more "shrug" to which she responded with an even brighter smile and with a quite strong contraction of her pussy which sent a jolt of pleasure up my body right to the brain. So, without any other movements we engaged in a contest of muscle contractions. Each of my cock movements was answered by a pussy squeeze. After some time we were both moving our genitals in a very quick rhythm and while I could feel my excitement rise I was far from climaxing whereas she took the full force of my penis movements fortified by that penis bend straight at her G-spot. It was a breathtaking sight to see her towering upright on top of me with those tiny dark-tipped breasts on which her now huge nipples were even more prominent, a sexflush covering her body, now glistening with sweat, her face contorted into that expression of agony that I knew so well.

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Lightning Over Arizona Part II

2011-07-04T20:43:00.000-07:00
Entering the 12th level of Hell
I was concentrating very hard on not screaming that I looked out the airplane window and I could see that it was starting to rain. It grew darker outside and I could of sworn I saw lightning out of the corner of my eye. It was getting hard for me to breathe so it felt good that the air was blowing above me and towards my head. How did I get here? I wondered to myself. I felt chills down my back the more Tommy moved his fingers inside me. I looked over to Gabriel and he was dead asleep with his Ipod on full blast. He could care less that his friend was taking advantage of me. Frustrated with this situation I roll my eyes and turned my head away.

All of a sudden, Tommy leans in to my side and pretends to be interested in the movie and doesn't even look at me as he pushes his hand deeper inside of me under my cover. I hold the arm rest to my left side for dear life and try to compose myself. I glare at him and he smiles arrogantly and winks at me from the corner of his eye. I felt my body betray me as my back arched a little when his finger pushed deeper into me. I was starting to lose my concentration as memories of that night with him started to flood my mind. A combination of pleasure and guilt filled my stomach and I felt trapped under Tommy’s control, and that infuriated me. How could I feel pleasure and utter disgust at the same time? I thought to myself. My patience was wearing thin and I looked at him and furiously said.

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“Why are you doing this to me, just stop!” I said gritting my teeth.

Tommy said nothing and just pushed his hand further into me inserting now three of his fingers. I let out what felt like a silent moan as the back of my head hit my seat. I grabed onto the arm rest so hard I felt that I was going to ripe it clear off the seat. Tommy smiled as he got pleasure from seeing me in this position. He knew I was aroused but he also knew I would not admit it to him that easily. He leaned towards me and said.

“I wonder if you rber how I made you scream that night? Do you rber how you begged me to fuck you harder? How I fucked you for hours until you begged me to stop? Do you rber how I came in your mouth and you came in mine?” He said with a smug smile of satisfaction on his face. He knew I was getting close to my breaking point and he loved every minute of it.

He was now rubing my clit slowly with his thumb as his fingers moved in and out of me. I was fully determined to fight him with every ounce of will power I had left in me. I knew I had to stop him soon and with that I said.

“Stop, just stop it damn it! What I do rber is slapping the shit out of you for trying to kiss me which is something I am going to do right now if you don't stop touching me!” I glared at him and tried to pull his hand from my shorts.

“Oh yeah I almost forgot about that. I always did like it rough so come on baby hit me with your best shot.” He said sarcastically laughing as he fingered me harder and pushed my hand away.

I felt like I was going crazy with anger and I couldn't take it anymore. I will not give him the satisfaction of making me cum I thought to myself and in an effort to make him stop I pushed Gabriel’s hand and said loudly.

“Sorry, baby I don't mean to wake you but I need to go to the bathroom!” He mumbled something I did not understand and without looking at me he just moved to the side to let me go by.

I saw my opportunity and I threw off the cover Tommy had over me and he had no other choice but to remove his hand from inside me. I let out a sigh of relief and got up and walked around Gabriel and out onto the aisle. I turned and smirked at Tommy and defiantly gave him the finger as I laughed all the way to the back of the plane.

As I was walking, I looked around and noticed that the plane was not full at all and that the flight attendants were busy giving other passengers something to drink at the front of the plane. I began to think of a plan to get away from him but my options were limited seeing that I was 30,000 feet in the air. I thought to myself that maybe I could wait in the lavatory for a while so that I could calm myself down a bit and hopefully Tommy would go to sleep and forget about me. I smiled to myself and thought that this plan might actually work. I finally got to the lavatory with all the intentions of locking myself in there throughout the whole flight if I had to when out of the blue I felt someone roughly push me in and lock the door behind me. It all happened so fast that I didn't even have time to speak. I was suddenly facing the mirror on the wall in that small compartment and my hands automatically hit the metal sink in front of me. I was startled to realize that it was Tommy and that he was now standing behind me. I panicked and tried to open the door to get out and he grabed my hands tightly and said.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere!” We both struggled with the door handle and I was so furious with him that I elbowed him in the stomach and said.

“What the hell are you doing? Have you gone completely mad? Let me out this instant before I scream my lungs out!” He grabed me by my waist and put his right arm over my chest and tightly covered my mouth. He lowered his head to my ear and whispered.

“You need to calm the fuck down right now and listen to me!" My chest was heaving up and down and he made it impossible for me to move so I had no other choice but to listen to him. He stared at me in the mirror and waited for me to calm down a bit and said.

"I know you didn't think you were going to get away from me that easily?” He said with an arrogant look on his face as he slowly unbuttoned my shorts with his other hand. "You should know me better than that."

I tried to stop him with my free hand but I knew I was fighting a losing battle when I felt my shorts drop to my ankles. He put his hand down my panties and wickedly smiled when he realized how wet I was. He stared at me in the mirror with a smug pleasure as I felt myself blush. His hand moved deeper inside me and I tried to scream but his other hand just held my mouth tighter and made it impossible for any words to escape. He watched my facial expressions and whispered in my ear.

“You know you love my fingers fucking you, just admit it.” I moved my head from side to side and tried to say the word no through his hand. “No? Really? Then explain to me why you're so wet right now?”

He arrogantly smiled as I watched him though the mirror pull his hand out of my panties just to show me that his fingers were glistening with my moisture. I helplessly stared at him as he put his fingers into his mouth and lapped up my juices with his tongue. I suddenly felt a flood of wetness in my pussy. Angry at my own body betraying me I closed my eyes and tried to turn away from him. I did not want to accept what was happening; I had denied it for so long to myself that I could not bring myself to admit that I wanted him too. I refused to admit it. He forcefully moved my face back to the mirror so that I was looking right at him. His hold over my mouth grew tighter as he put his other hand back inside my pussy and where he began to slowly rub my clit again with his finger. He licked my face as he whispered to me.

“I want you to look at me as I touch you!” He said demandingly as he held my head in place.

I resisted at first but since we were in such a small space there was not really much I could do to stop him. I was pinned against him and the sink now and had no choice but to stand still while he fingered me. We stared at each other in the mirror and I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me react. He started to kiss my neck and smell my hair as he moaned into my ear and said.

"I have been dreaming about this moment for a year now and nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want." His eyes were filled with lust as his fingers moved faster inside me.

Everything was so surreal and the little will power I had left was quickly slipping away from me. He finally stopped playing with my clit long enough to pull my panties down and I felt them slide down my leg. I knew what he was going to do and there was nothing I could do to stop him. I shook my head from side to side in an effort to sway him from his intentions but he just held me tighter. I heard him unzipping his pants and I suddenly felt his cock slide in between my ass cheeks. I jolted my head back as he bent his knees under me and leaned his body towards mine. He forcefully pushed his cock into me and all I could do was shake my head anxiously begging him with my eyes for him not to do this. He leaned towards my ear and said.

“You fought me that night as well don't you rber? So I am used to you being difficult. In fact I encourage it because it turns me on all the more. Hopefully this will jog your memory a little so you could finally admit how much you loved me fucking you.”

As soon as he uttered that last word I felt him push his cock all the way inside me until he finally penetrated my pussy. He pressed me harder against the cold metal sink with every thrust of his cock. I struggled a bit but he made sure I could not move as his grip on me got tighter. As much as I tried to suppress it, I could not help but moan in between his hand. I could not deny it anymore how good his touch felt. I closed my eyes and slowly let myself go back to that night and the memories came flooding to my mind like scenes from a dirty movie.

How he pursued me for weeks prior to that night even though I would repeatedly shut him down. How he showed up at that party and knew Gabriel was out of town. How he stared at me the whole night like he was undressing me with his eyes. How his very presence made me drink more and more. How he offered me a ride home and would not take no for an answer and practically carried me to his car. How all the while he drove he could not keep his hands off of me as much as I repeatedly pushed him away. How I told him we could not do this because Gabriel was his best friend and my fiancee. How I agonized for months of wanting him so fucking much and feeling guilty for it. How I just got out of his car and slammed his door hoping to never to see him again. How he ran after me and kissed me no matter what I said and pushed me inside my house. How I slapped him clear across the face for doing that as he slammed my house door shut. How he grabed me by my hair and pushed me against my foyer wall and kissed me to the point of exhaustion. How he quickly ripped my panties off and fucked me right there against the wall where I stood. How I shamefully gave in to my temptation and let him fuck me for hours. How I enjoyed every minute of his touch and came more times that I could count.

I came back to reality as his cock moved faster and faster inside me. My will power was gone and I could not deny him anymore. I closed my eyes as I moaned in defeat. My hands grabed his thighs roughly and I moved my ass in rhythm with his thrusts and finally just let him in. He let out a grunt and said.

"That's it baby give yourself to me.” He moaned loudly and pushed his cock deep into me.

I opened my eyes and we stared at each other intensely as his thrusts became harder and faster. I could not control myself and I began to moan louder. He tried to muffle his owns sounds of ecstasy by pressing his face into my hair. He then slid his hand off my mouth and onto my neck and held me tighter there. He slid his other hand under my shirt and started to pinch my left nipple hard as I felt his cock grow harder inside me. He held my throat firmly to the point where it was getting hard for me to breathe. I had never felt this sensation and I hated myself for liking what he was doing to me. He observed me in the mirror and said.

“Trust me I know what you like.” Squeezing my throat tighter. “Just stop fighting me and surrender yourself to what you feel and cum for me baby, please cum for me.”

His pace quickened and he thrust his cock into my pussy faster. I moan uncontrollably now as the back of my head hit his right shoulder and I finally surrendered myself to him. My body began to shake within his arms and I screamed as a powerful orgasm ripped right through me. He removed his hand from my throat and put it back on my mouth and said.

"God knows I love to hear you scream baby, but none of that here unless you want the whole plane to hear us." He held in place as he finally came inside of me as well and moaned.

"Oh God! Shit! You feel so fucking good. Oh, my fucking God!" I felt our bodies almost give way to the pleasure we had just experienced but he held me up and made sure we didn't fall.

We stood there holding each other as we slowly felt our orgasm subside. We were both breathing pretty hard and he finally let me go. He slowly took his cock out of me and bend down and pulled his pants up. They had only fallen to his knees along with his boxers. He then slide down my shaking legs and pulled my panties and shorts up and as he was coming back up he bit my ass hard. He started to laugh when I smacked him on the head said.

“Stop, you got what you wanted so now you need to get out. We've been in here way too long and I'm very nervous!" I quickly adjusted my panties and buttoned up my shorts.

"Ok! that's fine I'll go, but we will be talking about this later!" He replied in a serious tone and turned me around and kissed me hard on the mouth. I had to catch my breath and pleaded with him in a panicked voice.

“Please Tommy stop, just go I don’t want someone to catch us in here!” Pushing him to open the door.

"I am not leaving until you agree to talk to me about this once we land." He said and kissed me again. I angrily replied.

"Yes, ok, fine I agree now please leave before I kick your ass!" With that he smiled and opened the door discreetly poked his head out and told me the coast was clear. He told me to wait for five minutes and follow suit. I said yes and with that he left and I closed the door.

I put my hands on the sink and looked at myself in the mirror trying to understand what had just happened. I tried to clean myself up and the guilt finally set it that Gabriel was only feet away from where Tommy had just fucked me. Panic flooded my mind and my heart was beating faster at the thought of Gabriel finding out. I was soon brought back to reality when I heard a knock on the door asking if someone was inside. I composed myself and fixed my hair and opened the door and stepped out. I saw that it was the flight attendant and she asked me in a concerned voice.

"Are you all right Honey?" I knew instantly that she had noticed I was walking funny and so I laughed to myself and replied.

“I feel like I just got struck by lightning but otherwise I’m doing great, Thanks!” I nervously laughed to myself as I continued to walk to what seemed liked my inevitable fate.

The Snack Shack

2011-07-04T09:33:00.000-07:00
Two single people meet up

It's tough being a single dad. It's tough enough being a dad, but being a single dad makes it that much harder. All of his activities plus my own, and watching him.

It makes it pretty tough. I enjoy watching him play little league, but all the other stuff that goes with it makes me wonder whether it's worth it to me. Today is a classic example. I have snack shack duty. I have to spend a couple of hours helping out in the park's snack shack. Not that I really mind that so much, but what do I do with my son for those few hours. Luckily, I have some family that are willing to baby sit him. In fact, he's sleeping over so after I am done here, I can go home and relax before falling asleep.

Well, as much as I was really not looking forward to this, my mind changed completely once I stepped inside. She was there. Lady. Her son is on my son's team. I have seen her at the practices and games. She is a sight to behold. A gorgeous brunette with hazel eyes, luscious lips, and a curvaceous body. She was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans that I think were a bit tight on her. I was enjoyed gazing at how all her curves were just right. I'd be surprised if she couldn't see me salivate just looking at her.

I have never gotten the nerve to say much to her, but as she looked over to me and smiled, I figured she at least recognized me. It was hard at first for me to see her working there. So close. Not a lot of parents around. And seeing her bend over the counter to help someone may me quite hard. All I could think of was stepping behind her, grabing her hips and....

DING

The microwave went off. Someone's popcorn was done. She retrieved the popcorn and as she did, gave me a quick smile. After awhile, the crowds subsided, and we didn't have much to do. We started to chit-chat a little bit. Our sons are about the same age, and they are even in the same class at school. Not long before she tells me that she's also single... and wouldn't you know... she's had trouble working up the courage to talk to me.

If I thought she flirted with me before, I was wrong. She turned on her flirting skills on me. She smiled at me and all I could think of doing was grabing her, kissing her, and ...

DING

Damn microwave again. I guess she sensed my feelings, because she giggled right after the microwaved went off. The person in charge came in and soon was telling us what we needed to do to close up. I didn't mind so much anymore. It meant I got to spend more time with Lady. I think she felt the same way with the way she smiled at me.

It wasn't long before she was kneeling on the counter pulling down the shutters. It looked a little dangerous, so I went to make sure she didn't fall. Wrong move. There I was standing behind her with her incredible ass in my face. I couldn't help myself. I stared right into her ass and all I wanted to do was take a bite out of her. I noticed that she looked down at me, and smiled. She carefully moved down, turned around, and she was now sitting on the counter with me between her legs. We stared into each other's eyes and started to lean in towards each other to kiss, and then....

RING

What is it this time?? It wasn't the microwave. The man in charge in the back room answered his cell. Something was wrong. He sounded quite distressed. It wasn't long before he came in and told us he had an emergency. He apologized but said he'd have to let us finish up. He warned us that the park is deserted. He asked Lady if she was ok being alone with me. She said she was, and then he told me to make sure she got to her car without a problem. I told him I would.

With that he left. We looked at each other, and laughed. We did have a bit of work to do. I couldn't help looking at her as she cleaned the counters. I couldn't help but noticed how her jeans showed off her body. Her cleavage was so enticing. And she had the most beautiful face.

We got to know each other a little better as we cleaned. We found that we had a lot of similar interests. Similar humor. Similar outlook on life. I found myself flirting with her very easily. Then it happened.

She went too far. She squirted me with water. Got me wet. At first, I didn't like that. But then I said, what the hell, and squirted her right back. Good move. Seeing her T-shirt cling to body -- showing off her ample -- was a treat beyond measure. She looked at me in shock - at first. Then I noticed the look in her eyes change from shock to lust.

"Look at what you did" she complained. "Look at what I did? Who stated it?" She then took off her shirt and pants, looked at me, and in a lusty voice said "Well, I always finish what I start." There she stood in front of me. Nearly naked. The look on her face almost begging me to help her.

I sat her on the counter and began licking her. She let out a sudden gasp of air. She told me it had been a very, very long time since anyone had touched her like that. I stopped and told her I couldn't believe that. She told me that a lot of guys have vied for her affections, but she didn't like any of them. I smile, and thanked her for the compliment, and began to lick, and suck her like I have never done before. I was not going to disappoint her after that.

I wasn't long before I was licking and sucking her clit. One finger found its way inside her and I was finger fucking her and eating her like she's not had in a long time -- if ever. My thumb found its way to the spot between her cunt and ass, and as soon as I started to massage her there, she had an incredible cum. All at once she cried out as her thighs and hands clamped down on me keeping me in place.

Slowly, she released me and hopped down. Soon, though, she was bent over on the counter. She was bent over so far on the cold stainless steel. I could see her shudder from the sensation. But there she was. Bent over and all I could think of was fucking her -- fulfilling the fantasy I've had since I walked in. I didn't want to be too fast though.

I ran my finger nails up and down her back as I struggled to remove my pants. I kissed her shoulder and neck as I removed my underwear. She turned to the side and said "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need your hard cock in my cunt so badly." With that, I sucked the nape of her neck, giving her a hickey. And just as she was about to say something, she felt my hard, stiff cock enter her tight, wet cunt.

Slowly but steadily, I began to pump my cock into her cunt. Quickly, my thrusts became longer, stronger, and quicker. Her breathing became erratic as she felt my cock fill her hungry cock time, and time again. I was holding on to her waist as I fucked her hard. I could feel her cunt grabing at my cock. Urging me on to continue fuck her. Then she turned her head and told me "Spank my ass. I'm a bad girl and I need a good spanking", so I did. That just turned her on even more. And it turned me on as well. Before long, I was fucking her as hard as I could.... as deep as I could go. She pushed against every inward stroke to force me that much deeper into her.

One more spank, and then I began to explore between her ass cheeks with my thumb. Soon after that, she declared that she was about to come. As I continued to pound her cunt, my thumb found that spot between her ass and cunt again. As I again applied pressure, she came all over my cock.

It felt so good. And as her cunt squeezed my cock, I sent a load into her cunt as I came in her. Her cunt continued to milk my cock until we were both spent.

I lied there for a moment. Kissing her shoulder, her neck. I told her how incredible she was. All I got from her was an attempt to catch her breath.

We hung our clothes out to dry while we went into the back room. There we found a cot we used to cuddle.

We got dressed and I walked her to her car. I told her it would be a shame for her to be alone (since her son was also spending the night at a relatives), so I invited her to my home.

When we woke up, late, we talked a bit more. We decided that we wanted to see more of each other. Not just because of the sex, though that was a definite plus. But we seemed to like each other anyway.

Well, it's a good thing our sons are friends, because they found themselves spending a lot more time with each other. Sleepover became commonplace as well. Of course, we enjoyed the sleepovers much more than the boys did.

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Tom

2011-07-03T20:55:00.000-07:00

What was I thinking was, Jonny told me it was a easy job, but something went wrong. Jonny told me that he scoped out the Bank Of Winfield, and knew when the right time was to rob it. Everything was going good, we got the money and was getting ready to leave when Jonny turned on me. He told me that he changed his mind and wanted all the money for himself. He was standing there with his gun pointed at me, I had no idea what to do now, so I took my gun and pointed it at him. I figured it was him or me, one of us would be leaving here alive, I was counting on it being me. Before he had a chance to shoot me I shot him, he went down like a ton of bricks, I went over to make sure he was dead. Once I realized he was dead I left, I ran out the door, and ran down the street. As I hit the corner I saw her sitting there. She was in a red convertible corvette, I ran over to her car, jumped in, and told her to drive. She asked me what was going on, I told her that I just robed a bank, and I needed to get away before the cops found me. She refused to drive, I pointed the gun at her, and told her again to drive.

"By the way what is your name? I'm Tom!"

"I'm Lisa. Where are we going?"

"My place I need to shower and shave."

We went back to my place and I forced her into the house. I took her into the bedroom and told her. "Well Lisa I'm sorry to tell you but I'm going to handcuff you while I shower and shave." I cuffed to her to the bed and did what I needed to do. I was going to pack some things and leave town, but I decided to stay, and wait a couple days. As I was watching the news that night, they said the bank had been robed, but they did not know who did it. Lisa asked me "if I was going to take her with me", to at least let her go get some of her clothes. We went to get her clothes and her roommate was there. She told her roommate that she was going out of town for a while and would be back soon. As we were driving back to my place, I could not help but notice, Lisa's silky long legs. I wondered what it would be like to have her wrap those beautiful legs around me. Lisa did not have very big breast, but they did stick out, and looked great. I was getting a major hard-on thinking about what I would love to do to her.

When we got back to my place, I took her into my room made her get undressed, and handcuffed her to my bed again. I could tell she was scared, so I walked over to her put my hand on her leg, and told her not to worry I would not hurt her. When I touched her leg her body shook, and she pulled her leg away from me. I sat down on the bed next to her, ran my hand down her arm, and told her that I wanted to make love to her not hurt her. Then I leaned in gave her a kiss on her cheek, and when I pulled away I noticed she was now smiling. Now that I knew that she was relaxed, I took my shirt and pants off, then climbed on top of her. I started to kiss her, as I was kissing her I was rubing my cock in her pussy. Her lips were so soft and luscious, they were so plump, and tasted like sweet strawberries. The sweet taste of her lips was driving me crazy, and I wanted to taste more of her. I lifted up one of her perky breast and began to suck on it. As soon as my tongue hit her nipple it instantly went hard, and I heard her let out a little moan. Her body was so gorgeous, I wanted to ravage every inch of it, and make her cum like she has never cum before. I moved over to her other breast, and ran my tongue in circles around her nipple. This time her body started to shake, and she was really <moaning. Hearing her moan like that was really driving me crazy. I bit her nipple, and I thought she going to go nuts. Her body was shaking all over, she was begging me to stop, and to fuck her hard. Instead of fucking Lisa I thought I would torture her some more, so I moved down to her pussy, and spread her lips apart. I then took my tongue quickly ran it up and down her clit, before I sucked on it. I took as much of her clit in my mouth as I could, enjoying the taste of it, and the wonderful smell of it. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating and the taste was so sweet.

Just when I was really sucking Lisa's clit good, there was a knock on the door, it was a guy I owed money to. I did not want him to see Lisa, so I closed the bedroom door, before I opened the front door. As I opened the door Butch barged in and demanded his money. I told him I had it, to give me a minute, and I would get it. I went back into the bedroom to get his money and check on Lisa. After I got the money I went back in the living room, and gave Butch the money. Then I went back to the bedroom, I wanted to give Lisa a break, so I uncuffed her. I asked her if she was hungry, she said yes she was, so we went into the kitchen to fix dinner. I grabed a couple steaks, some potatoes, then some stuff to make a salad. I put the steaks and potatoes out on the grill, while I made the salad, I talked with Lisa. I had asked her what she does. She told me she was a Computer Programmer during the day, and sometimes at night she watched kids for her friends. I went out and checked on the steaks, they were almost done, so I set the table. Putting the plates on the table, I ask if Lisa would like to open a couple bottles of beer for us. We ate dinner and talked some more, I found out Lisa wanted to open up her own Day Care, but could not find the right place to do it. We live in L.A. and there aren't too many safe places around here anymore.

After dinner I took Lisa into the bathroom told her to undress, as she was undressing I turned the shower on, then had her get in. I got undressed and joined her in the shower. By the time I got in the shower Lisa was all wet, I took the bar of soap and washed her whole body. Taking the sponge and rubing her nipples with it, as I was doing that with one hand, I took the other hand and started to play with her pussy. The second my finger touched her pussy I felt me jump. I pushed her up against the wall, began to kiss her passionately as I continued to massage that clit. She started to moan and her body was shaking. She told me she needed to cum so bad, so I stuck three fingers in her wet pussy, and started to fuck it. She was moaning lounder now and her body was really shaking. She had to hold on to the walls to keep from falling down. I reached down grabing her breast and sucking it, as I finger fucked her harder. Next thing I knew I could feel her warm juices all over my fingers. It felt so good to have her juices flowing all over my fingers, I wanted to taste her cum to see if it tasted as sweet as her, and it did. We got out of the shower, I dried her off, then took her back to the bedroom. I debated if I should handcuff her again, I decided not to, instead I blind folded her. Then I went into the kitchen grabed some ice and some chocolate syrup, then went back to the bedroom.

"Hello are you there? Where did you go?"

"I'm right here I went to get a few things."

I took a piece of ice and ran it up the inside of her thigh. As soon as the ice hit her skin she jumped a little, but I knew she liked it because she also let out a little moan. I slowly moved the ice closer and closer to that sweet pussy of hers. Her pussy was so hot it melted the ice right away, so I took another piece put it in my mouth, and sucked on her clit. Each time I would suck harder on her clit she would moan louder and squirm around on the bed. Lisa told me not to stop because she was about to cum and wanted to cum so bad. I wanted to taste her sweet juices so I really started to suck on her clit. All of a sudden I could feel warm sweet juices in my mouth and knew Lisa just came. I got up grabed the chocolate syrup and poured some on Lisa's nipples, then I ran my tongue over them and licked it off. She begged me to fuck her but I told her she had to wait, I wanted to torture her some more, and I did. I sat up and rubed my cock in her pussy, she was so hot and wet. I was about to cum so I shoved my cock deep in her and pounded that sweet pussy. I could tell I was about to explode so I shoved my cock as deep in her as I could and filled her pussy with the huge load I was holding in me. It was such a relieve to let that big load out, I just collapsed next to her on the bed and took in a deep breath. Lisa asked me if I was ok, I told her I was great and that was the best sex I ever had. We got dressed and decided to watch some T.V. before going to bed.

We went into the living room Lisa sat down on the couch as I made some popcorn, then we looked for a movie to watch. We flipped through the channels looking for a movie to watch, we finally found one called Pretty Woman. At first Lisa was sitting at the other end of the couch then she laid down and put her head down on my lap. I took my hand and gently stroked her long brown hair. I could not believe I took this beautiful sensuous woman hostage. What was I thinking, she is so sweet and innocent, and does not deserve this. I could not let her go now after what we have been through, so I guess I will have to take her with me. I have some friends out in Missouri I have been thinking about going to see. I guess I got into deep thought because I did not hear Lisa ask me a question.

"Hello! Where did you go? I asked you what you were going to do with me."

"Well we can't stay here because I'm a wanted man, so I guess we will have to leave, and we will have to do it soon. I have friends in Missouri, we will go there tomorrow."

"What about my family and my job, what do I do about them? I can't just up and leave without any notice. I have to tell them something or they will worry about me."

"You can call them tomorrow and tell them you are leaving for a while. When we get settled you can call them and tell them you found some one and you are staying with me."

I'm not sure if she was too happy with that idea, but she agreed and we continued to watch our movie. We must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was Lisa was on the phone. I could hear her saying that she was leaving for a while and would be back soon. I sat up and looked around the room to see where she was. She was sitting in the kitchen at the table. I figured I would give her some privacy, but I still did not trust her not to leave, so I went in my room and left the door open. When I noticed she was done on the phone, I went back into the kitchen, and asked if she was ok. Lisa said she was ok but I could tell she wasn't. I told her to come in the bathroom with me. I needed a shower, I figured she did too, so I thought we could take one together. Plus this way I could keep a eye on her, that and I got to see that gorgeous body again. I took Lisa into the bathroom started to undress her and as I was undressing her I was kissing her body. Her skin was so soft, I just wanted to kiss her all over. As I leaned in to turn the water on I could feel her touch my back. She was rubing it as she pressed her body up against mine. Her body felt so good next to mine, I was getting turned on by the feel of her body next to mine, and knew I had to do something about it. So I turned around, grabed a hold of her, and kissed her. Then I took her hand, led her into the shower, where I was about to give her the best shower she ever had. What she did not know was I had a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in the shower with us. I took her hands cuffed them up to the shower nozzle and put the blindfold on her. She asked me what I was going to do to her and I told her that she would have to wait and see. I took a sponge I had soaped it up and began to wash her voluptuous body. I started by washing her arms slowly moving down them to make sure I got every inch. Then I went behind her and washed her back. Taking the sponge I ran it down her back, slowly working my was down to her tight little ass, and massaged it with the sponge. As I bent down to wash her legs I kissed her ass. Then I moved in front of her so I could wash her front. I started off with her legs and slowly worked my way up to her sweet pussy. Once I reached that sweet pussy, I spread her legs apart just a little, and licked her pink little clit. Lisa jumped when I did that, I don't think she was expecting that, but I could tell she was enjoying it. I licked her clit a couple more times before I took it into my mouth to suck it. Lisa let out a small moan as I began to suck her clit. The sound of her moaning was turning me on and made me want her more. I grabed her ass then pulled her closer to me so I could feel that pussy all over my face. The sweet smell of her freshly washed pussy was intoxicating and I could not get enough of it. I wanted to taste her sweet juices. Her body began to shake so bad I was afraid she might collapse. That was when I decided to give her a break and I finished washing her body. I got out of the shower first, then I grabed her a robe, and wrapped her up in it. We walked into the bedroom, I let her dry off, then I took her robe off and massaged her body with lotion. I wanted to finish what we started in the shower, but I could tell she was not feeling good so let it go.

The next morning I got up early to make Lisa breakfast in bed. I made some coffee then cooked up the bacon and eggs then I made some toast with jelly on it. When I took the tray into the bedroom, I looked over at the bed, and there laid the most beautiful female in the world. She looked so beautiful that I did not want to wake her from her peaceful slumber. I walked over to the edge of the bed, sat down next to her, and bent down to give her a kiss. As my lips touched her cheek she awoke from her slumber. I told her I had her some breakfast and she sat up so she could eat. As she was eating I told her that we had to leave soon and she said ok. Two hours later we were on our way to Missouri and on our way to a new life.

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By: Breann Montgomery

Game, Set and Match

2011-07-03T15:37:00.000-07:00
A Tennis game that turned out to be Ace !

I had just started my second year at college doing my A-Levels, it was my last year. I was now 18. Whilst having a coffee in the canteen in the crowd i saw a girl I recognised from school just a year or so ago. When she saw me she smiled, Leanne her name was.

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'Hello Leanne" I said

Leanne had just started a course just a matter of a few weeks ago, she was at the same school as mine for 5 years, she was in the same year and at times even the same class so it was nice to have someone from my secondary school at college even though I had made plenty of friends by now. Leanne was a nice looking girl, a lot of the lads fancied her, she had blonde hair with black linings through. She had big blue eyes and fairly white skin.

During our sports lessons at school we used to play Tennis quite a lot. Leanne was a very good player, probably the best out of all the girls, and I was quite good too probably the best out of all the boys. We used to love playing Tennis against each other, we would play during our lessons, after school hours in the playground, and even meet up to play on a Saturday. So while we were chatting it was not long before we got on to the subject. I had not played for a long while and neither had Leanne, so i asked her if she fancied a game sometime, she immediately said

"Yes I'd love that, see if i can still beat you"

We arranged to meet at the courts on Friday evening around 6pm. It had been a nice warm day and even by evening the sun was out and it was nice. I got to the courts at about 5.45, all dressed up in my white shorts and Boris Becker T-shirt and with my bag of my Rackets and a few balls. I had a warm up on the court and then sat down on the bench as i waited for Leanne. I was just looking forward to a nice game with her and then go our own way home. Nothing else came across my mind about her, not even offering to take her out for a drink after, asking her out, let alone any kind of seduction or sex sessions.

A few moments later I saw a figure walking over this way, it was in all white with a red bag on her shoulder, as the figure got larger and larger I saw it was Leanne, she gave me a wave and started jogging once she got to within 50 yards of me. I kissed her on the cheek, boy she looked good.

'You really look like you've come out to beat me again' I said, she laughed out.

She was dressed for the occasion. Short white skirt that just about went below her arse, white loose T-shirt with a black headband around her tied hair, I would have been forgiven for mistaking her for Miss Sfeffi Graf ! My thoughts about having just a tennis game and going home to jerk off were soon transformed to playing a bit of tennis, jumping into a hot tub then a shower and having wild sex, all with Leanne.

From the moment Leanne served in the opening set she was going to win, not that she was a much better player than me, but my mind was on her and not the game, she was looking just so appealing, I'd like to think she looked better dressed like this, than if she was dressed for a night out. Still i did myself justice by making her serve out to win the first set and by the second set my concentration was all over the place that she won it easily 6-2. Leanne suggested we go and sit in the sheltered bench just over the other side and chill over a bottle of water. It was nice, cool, out of the sun and by now there was just us 2 around, all the other courts were empty.

I started the attraction with her by offering her some water from my bottle, i was sitting much closer to her, our arms touching each others, we didn't say a lot, just looking at each other periodically and smiling at each other. Just touching her hand slightly sent a rush up my spine.

'So what are you doing this evening' i asked her

'Nothing really, i'm to tired now to do anything' she replied, 'what about you'

'There is something i wanted to do an hour ago' i said, she smiled at me, she was no fool she knew exactly the sort of thing i had in mind .

'And what's that' she replied

I put my left arm around her neck started feeling her hair and her ears, gently moving her head round and started kissing her on her lips. She encouraged me more and more by kissing me harder. Leanne soon had her left hand inside my t-shirt feeling my body, i had by right hand on her legs and thanks to the short skirt she was wearing i didn't have to work to hard to work out that she wasn't wearing any knickers.

We kissed and kissed and caressed each other for ages and ages. Leanne wondered if anyone could see us as we were in a bit of an exposed area even though there was no-one on the courts. We both got up with our bags I took her hand and we walked around to see if we could find a nice spot where we would be hard to be seen. I saw a tiny gap on the back wall of the main kiosk, it was a bit tight but it was perfect for me to get her up against the fencing. We started forcefully kissing Leanne had her hands around my neck with her the nails on her thumbs scratching me nicely around my chin, my hands were inside her t-shirt feeling her thighs, i proceeded into her shorts and started to feel her arse. I lifted Leanne up against the fence she wrapped her legs around my arse as I was kissing her all over her neck she pushed my head hard against her as I felt her hands grabing and scratching my hair all over. I put my hands on her tits and rubed and squeezed them like squeezing juice out of a lemon. Together we both put our hands around each others shorts and took them off at amazing speed, Leanne positioned her <pussy for me to slide my rock hard cock into her, I started to fuck her at slow pace but speeding up faster and faster. Finally I came in her pussy spurting big bursts of hot jism, she loved it so much even more than I did.

A quick peep to see there was no-one around we walked out and down the club on our way to the bus stop. I offered to give her another game the next day.

How could she possibly say no !

The Club (Part Two)

2011-07-02T01:19:00.000-07:00
...my visit to a swingers' club continues...

The Club (Part Two)

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by Elf

I walked down the maze of hallways until I managed to find the dressing room. There was a couple in the shower leisurely washing each other and rubing their soapy bodies against each other. They glanced at me and smiled as I entered the shower area. I wasn’t sure if it was an invitation to join them, but I really just wanted to clean off right now anyway. The water was warm. I let it rinse the cum and sweat from my body and hair. I soaped myself and found some shampoo. As I washed I realized how sore and tender I was around my pussy and my breasts- even my mouth. It had been quite a night, but I figured I was about done. It was not the most orgasmic night of my life, but certainly the most adventurous, sexually speaking. What was the count? I went over it in my mind as I stood under the shower: the couple in the private room; Mr. Big Dick; the two guys at the pool; four men and two women in the other private room….. that was eight men I had fucked and three women. I wasn’t sure if I should count Mr. Big, who was just in and out. It was hard to keep track. I guess it didn’t matter. I was awakened from my thoughts by the sounds of the woman in the shower cumming very loudly. She was up against the wall with her legs wrapped around her partner. I dried off and dried my hair as best I could. I had undone the little ponytails and it just hung wet and curly. I grabed a dry towel and headed out. I better find Michael, I thought. The small private rooms were all empty now. So were the hallways, but I could hear voices in the distance. I followed the sound. I opened a door to see about 30 people- maybe 20 men and half as many women- all naked, all engaged in various sex acts. Bodies were entwined every which way. Obviously the “Orgy Room”. Two men grabed me and pulled me toward them, then down onto the well padded floor. One had his hands all over my tits while the other propped me up on my knees and was starting to work his way into me from behind…. “Wait a minute!” I protested. “I just got here. Give me a minute.” To my surprise, they both backed off, smiled and went on to a more willing body. I wasn’t opposed to doing more, I just needed to get my bearings. I looked around and saw many of the people I had been with earlier. The two young men at the pool were taking turns fucking a somewhat overweight, but very enthusiastic woman. While one fucked her, she would take the other in her mouth. They just kept trading places. I recognized people from the other group room I was in scattered around the room. And there was Michael with two women. And from what I could see, the two most attractive ones in the room. One was Amy, from the first small room encounter, and another woman I didn’t recognize. Amy was straddling him, fucking him. The other was just sitting on his face. I wasn’t surprised. As far as I was concerned he was the most attractive guy in the place. Ok, I would get to him eventually. At least I knew where he was. “Elf..” someone said. It was Tom from the first room. You found the big room. Have you been having a good time?” he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. His cock was hard and pressed against my tummy. “Well, it’s been interesting..” “Have enough energy for a little more?” I smiled. “Yes” I said stupidly. He eased me down on my knees in front of him and I took his cock in my mouth. I sucked him… licked his balls… stroked him. I could feel the juices stirring in me again. Not quite exhausted after all. I looked around me as I sucked him off. It was like some mass hysteria or mass hypnosis. I don’t know. Everybody was just in a state… a frenzy? It was like nothing I had ever experienced. There were women just laying there with their legs spread taking one man after the next. Others with their ass in the air welcoming one cock and then the next. I wasn’t in the mood for assbly line fucking like that, but I did have an urge to get into the action. Tom lifted me up… pulled me against him. I wrapped my legs around him and he slipped his cock into my pussy. He held me there (I’m pretty little and he was fairly big), my arms around his neck, fucking in midair. I moved on him, pressing my clit against his cock until I came. It was a good one… a very good one… I do believe that my best orgasms are always tied to my mental state and my mental state was completely engulfed in passionate, wild, totally carnal, completely physical, animal sex. After I finished, he slid me down, kissed me and moved on… before he did, however, another man had taken my hand. He was attractive. And erect. I smiled. He pulled me to the floor. He laid on his back and pulled me on top of him. His cock slid inside me in one smooth motion- I was so completely wet and sloppy. He held my tits as I rocked up and down, back and forth on his shaft. Another man came up to us and offered his cock. I took it in my mouth without hesitation. Soon I felt another wave coming…. It was incredibly intense. My orgasms tend to build – each one a little more intense than the next… this was the culmination of the entire evening of fucking, I think. It ran through me and just held itself there. The pleasure was incredible... like a loop.. wave after wave. I felt my body shuddering. I was lost in it until it finally it subsided. The guy under me was cumming, shooting it deep into my pussy. The guy at my mouth had been stroking as I was cumming and I felt his cum spray over my face and lips. I licked them, taking it in, then took the rest on my fingers and sucked them, then licked his cock clean as I looked up at him. He smiled. They kissed my cheek and moved on. Wow. I was a mess again. I picked up a towel that seemed relatively clean and wiped off some of the sweat and other fluids. I was trying to not think about what sort of mess was swimming around inside me tonight. I looked to my right and saw someone familiar. It was Michael. He seemed to having his share of fun tonight too. He was lying on his back. There was a different woman on his face- Amy had apparently moved on- and another riding his cock. Both were slightly overweight, but not unattractive. Again, I was struck by how average looking everyone here was, Michael and I included. I walked over to them. The woman on his cock was about to cum. I knelt next to her, wrapping my arms around her, my hands on her breasts. She seemed to like this. She moaned and screamed a bit as her orgasm hit. She rode it out with cries of “Oh, Yes!, Fuck me, baby!, Oh yes!”. When it subsided, she lifted from him. He was still hard. “You’ve got to try this one,” she said to me as she moved away. “He is one incredible fuck!” I had to keep from saying, yeah, I know, he’s my boyfriend. Michael continued on the pussy in his face. Without saying anything I straddled him and just slipped his cock inside, where it had been so many times before. “Hey!” he said hardly missing a lick on the woman he was servicing, “I know that pussy!” “I should hope so!” I said as I moved on him slowly. I was so sore. The woman began to cum. I wrapped my arms around her as she did. She had wonderfully large soft breasts. Her orgasm was almost as vocal as the previous woman. Michael held his mouth on her tightly until she finished. She leaned back in my arms, then thanked him and me, dismounted and went on. So here I was sitting on Michaels’s hard cock. I wasn’t moving much. I was just too sore and tired. Michael wiped the juices from his face. I leaned down and kissed him. “So, you’ve been a busy boy tonight?” “Oh yeah,” he replied smiling. “And I have a feeling you’ve been pretty active yourself.” “I can hardly walk and I am finding it difficult to form complete sentences!” I said, only half kidding. “God, Elf, how many guys have you fucked tonight?” he asked. “Do you really want to know?” “Absolutely. You know it’s an incredible turn on for me to think of you fucking other men.” I did some quick figuring in my bleary head. “Ten.” I said. “Not counting the one who just fucked me in the ass. And I don’t rber how many I just sucked. But I fucked Tom twice, so I don’t know how to count that. And I’m not counting you, because, well, it’s you!” “Ten!” he said with a bit of pleasant surprise. “Wow, Elf, that’s amazing!” He started moving in me a little more aggressively. He noticed me wince a little. “Too sore to take my last load?” “No,” I smiled and began to move with him. “So, how many women did you fuck tonight?” “Ten,” he smiled, “Not counting the one I only fucked in the ass, but counting you, because, well, it’s you.” Good answer. I felt him cumming in me. I just sat there looking down at him. What a night, I thought to myself. We lay there for a few minutes catching our breath, then got up and made out way to the dressing room. We showered, dressed and headed home. I fell asleep listening to The Moody Blues on the tape deck. When we got to my place, he walked me to the door, kissed me and said goodnight. Neither of us even suggested spending the night or doing anything more. I fell into bed. It felt like there was still a cock inside me. My tits were aching. The flesh around my pussy was raw. I felt like I had been run over. But I realized I was smiling as I dozed off.

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Fantasy Vacation Chapter 24 Final

2011-06-30T10:42:00.000-07:00

Chapter XXIV

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Terri and Mike both dressed and went next door to see if Carol and Don wanted to join them for brunch at the local tavern in town. When they boarded the pontoon and knocked on the door there was no answer.

“We’ll I guess it’s just the two of us, honey,” Mike said to his lovely wife as they left the pontoon and walked up the boat dock to their van.

“I wonder they are this morning?” Terri said walking hand and hand with her husband.

When they arrived at the parking lot they noticed that Don’ s car was missing. “Maybe they went to town to do some shopping?” Terri said getting inside the van. “Maybe we’ll run into them in town and we can get a bit of lunch together and see what’s on the schedule for today.”

“I don’t know about you but we will have to do some packing since we have to leave tomorrow for home.” Mike said turning onto the main road towards town.

“Yeah, I know, honey. I sure wish we had more time to spend here. I’ve really enjoyed our time here together and with our new friends not to mention all the new and wild sex. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought we would have gotten ourselves involved in swigging. Terri said with a smile on her pretty face.

“I know what you mean. My dick is almost raw with all the fucking we’ve done this week but I’m not complaining,” Mike went on. “It was fun and exciting to watch you with both Don and Ed too. I never in my wildest dreams would have thought you of all people would have fucked a complete stranger let alone a black cock.”

“I know. I would have never imaged me doing it myself,” Terri replied. “But I’m sure glad that I did.”

“Me too.” Mike said as he drove into the out skirts of town. “Do you want to look for Carol and Don before we go eat?

“Yeah. Let’s try the over at the mini mall first and if we don’t find them there we can eat and then head back to the boat and start packing things up. Terri said.

“Sound good to me,” Mike said heading towards the mall.

As they went down Main Street they passed the motel where Ed and his family were staying. Terri looked over at the parking lot and spotted Don’ s car. Wondering what they are doing. She tapped Mike on the arm. “There’s Don’ s car over there in the motel parking lot next to Ed’ s, honey.”

Mike turned into the gas station and made a huey and headed back to the motel. As he pulled up next to Don’ s car the motel door opened and out came Lori carrying an ice bucket. Mike blew the horn and waved at her. Lori stopped in her tracks and looked to see who it was that blew the horn. When she saw Mike waving she walked over to the van just as Terri opened the door and got out to meet her.

“Hi Terri, what are you two doing here,” she asked as Mike joined them.

“We were heading into town to look for Don and Carol when I spotted their car in the parking lot so I figured they were here?” Mike said, as he looked Lori over. She was one sexy black lady and he sure liked fucking her. He was hoping that he could have another go around with her before they left for home.

“Yes there inside with Ed and Janice. Go on in and make yourselves at home while I go and get some ice.” Lori said to them as she turned to walk away.

Terri started walking toward the door but Mike just stood there watch Lori’s sweet ass as she walked away.

“Come on big boy,” Terri said as she looked back at her husband.

Mike turned and caught up with Terri as she approached the motel room door. Not knowing whether to knock or not she thought for a split second then decided to just go on in. As she opened the door she was greeted with a sight that she had not expected. There on one of the king size beds was Carol, sitting on Ed’ s cock riding him hard and fast while Ed squeezed and fondled her tits. Her eyes then caught sight of the other bed where Don was between Janice’s legs pumping his huge cock in and out of her pussy with slow and loving strokes.

The sudden light coming into room caught the groups’ attention as Mike and Terri entered the room and closed the door. Ed looked over and greeted them not missing a stroke as he pushed up into Carol warm cunt again and again.

“Good morning folks?” Ed said. “Want to join the party?”

Looking at one another Mike and Terri smiled and started to remove their clothes. Mike was the first to get naked and walked over to join Janice and Don who had not stopped there fucking. Mike climbed up on the bed at Janice’s face and was stroking his now hard cock when Janice reached out and pushed his hand away and pulled him closer the engulfed his manhood. Mike let out a soft moan and began pumping his cock into her mouth as she and Don continued fucking.

In the meantime Terri had joined Carol and Ed on the other bed and lowered her hot, wet pussy to Ed’ s lips. Ed wasted no time at all running his tongue up and down Terri slit tasting her sweet juices. With Carol and Terri facing each other the two women looked at one another then braced and pressed their lips together in a hot and torrid kiss.

The two threesomes were going at it hot and heavy when once again the door opened and in walked Lori accompanied by two older men and an older lady.

“Look who’s here,” Lori said as she put the ice bucket down on the nearby table. When Terri and Carol saw the strangers they quickly jumped up and grabed for anything they could get a hold of to cover themselves not knowing who these folks were and left Ed laying there on the bed with a huge hard on and a face wet with Terri’s juices. Mike and Don done the just plane froze and eye balled the intruders not bothering to cover up.

“Mom, Dad, Uncle Darnell I want you to meet some new friends of ours. Over there on that bed with your son-in-law, is Carol and Terri. Carol is Don’ s girlfriend and Terri is married to Mike.”

Carol and Terri said hello as Lori continued on. “On the other bed with his cock inside your daughter is Don, that’s Carol’s boyfriend and the guy with his cock in her mouth is Mike, Terri’s husband. Folks, I want all you to meet our Mother, Debra our step-dad, Barry and his brother, Darnell.”

Mike and Don said hello to Janice’s and Lori’s folks without moving away from Janice who was so engrossed in sucking Mike cock and riding up and down on Don dick didn’t even look up. Terri and Carol remained next to the bed watching as the girls mom began removing her clothes as she walked closer to the bed her son-in-law was laying on.

Now almost naked except for her red high heel sandals on her feet and her black thong panties she walked past Carol and Terri and without taking her eyes off Ed’ s cock she said to the girls. “If you ladies will excuse me it’s been sometime since I’ve had my son-in-laws big hard cock inside me.” With that she removed her thong revealing a think black bush of female hair that covered her cunt and proceeded to climb upon the bed and mount Ed’ s cock.

Once she was seated on Ed’ s tool she began to bounce up and down and grinding her pussy down hard on the black shaft inside pussy. Ed began pumping back up at her while his hands squeezed Debra’s 36DD tits causing her to moan loudly and ride her son-in-law harder.

Watching all this, Terri and Carol hadn’t noticed that Uncle Darnell and Barry had removed their clothing also and were both foundling Lori as she watch her mother ride her brother-in-laws huge cock. Both girls noticed Barry’s large cock as he moved behind Lori and told her to bend over. When she was in position Barry placed his huge black cock up against her swollen pussy lips and with a shove buried his cock deep inside his stepdaughter until the hairs surrounding his cock were firmly against her smooth ass checks. After a few seconds he began moving in and out of Lori causing her to have one orgasm after another. In the meantime Uncle Darnell who was now stroking his large black cock looked over at Carol and Terri and asked if anyone of them was interested in helping an old man out.

Before Carol could say or move, Terri walked over to him, fell to her knees and engulfed as much of his manhood as she could. She enjoyed giving head and this one was an old one that had really been around. Uncle Darnell was 59 years old, 5’ 7”, and around 185 pounds with an 8” cock. For a man of his age he sure knew what to do. After a few minutes of cock sucking he lifted Terri up and had her turn around and bend over the bed where Debra was riding Ed’ s cock and told her to spread her leg. Then he slowly placed the head of his cock to her pussy and pushed the swollen head inside. Terri moaned with pleasure as she began moving back and forth on the new piece of man meat inside her enjoying the feeling she was receiving. Suddenly Darnell stopped and withdrew his wet cock from her cunt and placed the head against her anal opening and with a gentle shove the head popped inside Terri’s poop shoot. When the pain stopped and the pleasure began Darnell slowly began working his cock deeper inside her ass as she moved around trying to get more of it inside her. AT the same time he was playing with her tits, pinching the taunt nipples causing her to moan and climax again and again.

Janice, Don, and Mike were the first to break apart and she was now laying between the two white men exhausted. Looking over at her mother she cheered her on as she watched her ride her husband’s cock.

“Give it to her Ed! Fuck her pussy good!” Janice yelled urging them on.

“Yeh baby fuck mamma’s pussy. Give me that hot cum you’ve got inside those big black balls!” Debra cried out as her orgasm hit. Then feeling Ed’ s swollen balls pressed up against her smooth black ass she raised up and felt the first of many hot, thick spurts of cum filling her old tight pussy.

When everyone had finished and rested they all gathered around on the beds and got better aquatinted. Janice told her folks how they all met and what they had been up to since they got here. It was getting close to dinnertime and everyone was getting hungry when Don suggested they all get dressed and go out to eat. Then after dinner they could all head back for his boat and sit around and talk some more.

“I don’t know about just sitting around and talking,” Debra said looking over at Mike and Don. “I’d sure like to fuck those two cocks you boys have there?”

“MOTHER!” Lori shouted out. “You should be ashamed of yourself talking like that with your husband standing right here.”

“That’s OK honey,” Barry spoke up. “I don’t mind as long as Darnell and I get to sample some of that white pussy if the ladies don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Carol replied as she walked over to Barry and kissed him on the lips.

“Well then it’s settled then,” Don replied as they all prepared to leave for dinner.

On the way to dinner Terri and Mike talked about what had just taken place. Lori had fucked her step dad and Ed fucked his mother-in-law. This was something new and strange but they agreed it sure was exciting. After dinner the gang returned to the dock and boarded to houseboat. Carol and Terri went inside and prepared drinks for everyone and when they returned everyone was sitting around naked chatting and laughing. Passing out the refreshments both ladies stripped and joined the group for what turned out to be a very interesting story of how Ed and his wife and family got into swinging. When the story was finished there wasn’t a soft dick on the boat or a dry pussy. The guys were slowly stroking themselves when Debra stood up and walked over to Don and removed his hand from his swollen meat then went to her knees and took his cock into her mouth and began giving him the best blowjob he’d ever had. Before long the whole group were exchanging body fluids. The girls were sucking cock and the guys eating pussy. The night turned into a wild orgy that lasted until dawn. As the sun began to rise everyone said there farewells and departed the houseboat. Mike and Terri crossed over to their boat and not bothering to dress fell into bed and straight to sleep.

Suddenly Mike felt someone shaking him awake. Opening his eyes he was surprised to hear his wife’s voice telling him to get up and get dressed so they could load the van and leave for vacation.

“Oh my God he said to himself, I must have been dreaming?”

The End

I want to thank all the readers who read my story and posted comments. This was my first attempt to write a story and it was five years in the making. As of to date I have another story in the making and hope to have it done soon. Again thanks to you all.